#learned how to draw dogs just to draw throne w dogs

[xuroky]

a family can be an apothecary, a thief, a beastling and three dogs

[nightcoremoon]

it's evident people haven't watched enough kids media to adequately understand just what constitutes a kids show as opposed to a show that kids can watch and be entertained by

when I was a kid I watched king of the hill and blues clues (among other things). king of the hill is NOT a kids show by any stretch of the imagination; it is an adult animation, replete with fairly heavy subject matter, sexual themes, political humor, cultural references that kids won't understand, discussion of religion in the modern day, depression and suicidal thoughts, adultery, puberty and sexual awakenings, body image, propane, propane accessories, and ultimately above all else what it means to be family. and blues clues is a show about a man who plays with a shovel & pail, talks to his condiments and mailbox, and sometimes he teleports into the felt dimension, all while playing Sherlock Holmes hercule poirot with his dog, and teaching kids how to count and draw and recognize colors and learn their ABCs. do you see the fucking difference? no? then I'll make it more clear.

dora the explorer & go diego go, mickey mouse clubhouse, handy manny, octonauts, bob the builder, super why, wild kratts, zoboomafoo, jojo's circus, wow wow wubbzy, stanley, doc mcstuffins, max & ruby, wonder pets, bubble guppies, ni hao khai lan, backyardigans, little einsteins, caillou (ugh) and p*w p*trol (double ugh), these are all undeniably kids shows. their audience is children (and the occasional adult by age with severe intellectual disabilities) and maybe the parents whose brains are too fried to care what's on the tv. these shows main purpose is to educate while entertaining on subjects one would encounter in preschool and kindergarten. counting 1-10, ABCs, basic color, basic language, basic intrapersonal skills, basic emotional literacy, problem solving, using your imagination, what sounds do animals make, breaking the fourth wall to ask the audience to answer what's 2+2 or tell them a lesson they learned today like I LEARNED TO NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER or some simple message like that. it's always light, there's no edgelord grimdark "what if they were dead the whole time" bullshit. it's just good clean simple wholesome [except for paw patrol] programs for kids to be distracted for a little bit of time, while also letting them walk away having said they learned something. at least half of the time dedicated to every single one of these shows is devoted to the same shit over and over again. I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map WE FUCKING GET IT YOURE THE MAP! backpack backpack I'm the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too, anything that you might need I've got inside for you. we did it we did it we did it HOORAY! come on vamanos everybody let's go, come on let's get to it, I know that we can do it,

WHERE ARE WE GOING

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

THESE SONGS ARE BURNED INTO MY BRAIN AND THEYLL BE STUCK IN MY HEAD UNTIL I DIE

say click take a pic, the hot dog dance, CAN HE FIX IT???, pizza! spaghetti!, THE DOC IS IN AND SHELL FIX YOU UP, max & ruby ruby & max max & ruby ruby & max MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX MAX & RUBY RUBY & MAX, wonder pets wonder pets we're on our way to help the friend and save the day, we're not too big and we're not too tough but when we work together we've got the right stuff, goooOOO WONDER PETS YAAAAY~, yoooour backyard friends the backyardigans (weve got the whole wide world in our yard to explore, thATS WHY EVERY DAY WEEEEERE BACK FOR MOOOORE), were going on a trip in our little rocket ship SOARING THROOOOOUGH THE SKY!!! little einsteins!

I swear to god I've been forced to watch so much children's television in my life it's no wonder there's no room left for serotonin executive function or the ability to speak to morons

point is I know my way around kids shows. my sisters were born in 98, 02, 05, 06, 10, and 18, I think, I don't even know because they're all a blur, I'm literally closer in age to my parents than to my youngest sibling, I never stopped being exposed to kids shows. I know what is and is not a kids show.

adventure time? not a kids show even though kids watch it. it's a "for everyone" show. it's got a target audience of 100% of the planet. steven universe? not a kids show even though kids watch it. miraculous ladybug? not a kids show even though kids watch it. scooby doo? not a kids show even though kids watch it. I'm not discussing the history of adult acceptance of animation, adult animation, or anime, so don't ask. dexter's laboratory. the grim adventures of billy & mandy. codename kids next door. teen titans. fairly oddparents. kim possible. invader zim. AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. totally spies. courage the cowardly dog. the proud family. SPONGEBOB F*ING SQUAREPANTS. powerpuff girls. foster's home for imaginary friends. oh yeah you know what's coming next. my little goddamn pony friendship is mother fucking magic is not. a. kids. show. even though kids can watch it. it is a cartoon. it is an everyone show. that's why it's disingenuous and fucking stupid to decry any fan over the age of 7 as a pedophile and a weirdo creep; it participates in the infantilization of femininity. why is it ok for 20somethings to keep watching aang and squidward and finn & jake and zim and "return the slab" and everyone's totally fine wth that but when it's twilight sparkle suddenly everyone's like whoa you're a huge fucking loser for watching this girly wussy baby show for girly wussy babies. oh some bronies are sex crazed perverts? I'm sorry have you seen just how much porn there is for spongebob? oh some bronies are cringe? I'm sorry have you met half the steven universe fandom? oh some bronies are fascist rick sanchez kinnies with fedoras and katanas? BREAKING BAD FANS, HELLO!?!?!?

this is such a stupid tiring boring argument. maybe magic talking horses being friends and turning their friendship into magic rainbow nuclear fucking arms and blasting the evil out of a demon and turning her into the coolest fucking half-unicorn biker lesbian in the world is something that brings me, and adult, pure wholesome joy, in between bojack horseman and dark souls and breaking bad and deftones and fallout new vegas and jojo and cannibal corpse and other bleak depressing edgy shit that also brings me comfort. and MAYBE me at 16 starting to watch MLP:FIM becoming finally comfortable with the outward public expression of "traditionally feminine" interests is the main reason why I realized I was a girl when I did, and MAYBE I just like how pretty the colorful ponies look, AND MAYBE I KIN WITH ONE OR TWO OR EIGHT CHARACTERS, WHAT OF IT?

AND MAYBE ITS LITERALLY THE BEST LONG RUNNING FANTASY TV SERIES ON THE MARKET RIGHT NOW* SINCE GAME OF THRONES FUCKING SUCKS

but whatever, kids watch it sometimes so it's illegal for anyone who's not a kid to enjoy it, but only if it's something girly because liking girly things is bad because girliness is inherently bad, and the only things that are good have predominantly male casts*. right? right??? wrong, fucker. g4mlp has so much more in common with adventure time & atla than with blues clues or dora the fucking explora...r.

but keep in mind I'm saying this while hugging a blues clues plushie my grandma gave me for valentine's day because it reminds her of when I was a baby because I may not watch blues clues but it still means a lot to me for nostalgia and is 50% of the reason why I love ray charles. kids media isn't necessarily bad. I still do enjoy watching it with my little sisters. all this is is me being anal about categorization because I'm autistic and I LIVE for categorizing everything.

*besides atla obviously

[writefinch]

The Prince’s Offering, Pt.5 (noncon, bondage)

As the wine girl collected her board and scurried off, Karim continued. "It is good that your house sent you, I think. It is not often that an offering of tribute falls through from the boorishness of the emissary, but it is most sad when such a thing happens. But you, Lord Davai, have been naught but gracious and pleasant in my company."

"I thank you, Sir Karim," said Davai. His throat was dry, absurdly dry considering that his entire body now seemed soaked with sweat, as cold as morning dew on every inch of his skin.

"We will enjoy another few cups together, the serving girls will show you to your rooms—they make delightful pillows, so choose freely amongst them—and once you break fast on the morrow I will bid you goodbye to return to your estate," said Karim. He paused, and his brow furrowed. "There is a trifling matter first, however, and I beg forgiveness for thrusting this upon you. My scribe, Farah, had a query regarding the translations upon the scroll."

Davai stared dumbly at the gauze-clad girl as she sat down next to him and unfurled the parchment. Over her shoulder he could see the continuing scene of degradation on the dais, where the Mughal men were fitting the iron masks back on to their captives. Before affixing them, they scooped up the puddles of bile, slobber, and sperm from beneath the hounds' chins and deposited them on the inside of the masks. Each hound was then encased, coating their faces in slime as well as depositing it in their open mouths.

"Lord Davai?"

He snapped back to attention and nodded. "Yes, please, go on."

"I apologize for my confusion," said Farah, "I am familiar with Mongolian writing but somewhat less so with the Latinate script of these lands. The passages in each language are a fair translation for each other in most cases, but there is one line I fear I have translated incorrectly. Beg pardon, could you tell me what the final line of the passage in Latin reads?"

Davai nodded and took the parchment, feeling the sweat wick away from his fingertips. "'...We offer this to you secured in the blood and honour of each noble line within the Houses of the Amber Plains,' is what it says, girl."

"Oh." She looked concerned, and looked between Davai, Karim, and Thom with worry. "That is what I suspected, but that is not at all what the final line of the passage in Mongolian reads. Perhaps there may have been an error in its composing?"

"Why, what does the Mongolian passage read?" asked Karim, his attention occupied by the final brandy-soaked pear as it slid around the serving plate away from the jabs of his fork.

"It reads, um," Farah cleared her throat, and gestured for Davai to return the parchment. He did so, upon which she turned it over and said, "it reads, 'inquire with the man known as Thom the Brigand for further instruction.'"

Karim looked up. "Hm?"

Davai's head shot around to stare at his companion. "What?"

But Thom the Brigand was not looking at Davai, or Karim, or Farah for that matter. He was staring directly at Justyna. "My instructions are but three words: take the gift."

Karim nodded as Davai stared between the two of them in bewilderment. "I see. Very well then," said the host, and then raised his jewel-encrusted hand in the air.

Davai did not see the two men who seized him from behind.

He shouted and struggled and kicked at his assailants to no avail, two of the guards pinning his arms behind his back as a third one slipped a thick leather strap around his neck, strapping it in place and tightening it until it bit into his skin and pushed on his Adam's apple. He panicked, fearing he would be garroted, but as the pressure let off he realized with a deeper horror that he'd been collared. Cold metal closed around each of his wrists, his arms were bent behind his back and his hands were raised up to his neck, pressing against each other in a deeply uncomfortable reverse-prayer position. His wrist shackles were clipped in place onto a D-ring at the back of his collar, and a long length of twine was wrapped around both of his forearms. His captors tightened the loop, forcing his elbows together behind his back. Excruciating pain shot through him as if his shoulders were ready to pop free of their sockets.

The guards pushed him down to his knees, keeping a firm grip on his collar to discourage further struggles. Still he craned his neck to look at Thom, eyes bulging and teeth gritted, his face a mask of rage.

"Betrayer! Thom, you Janus-faced dog-buggerer, what foul bargain have you made?"

Thom's smirk was stomach-churning. "I have made no bargain that you were not privy to, Young Lord. The Houses of the Amber Plains tasked me to deliver their emissary, gift, and letter of tribute to the Great Empire, and I have done as instructed."

"You were tasked with my safe return!"

Thom burst out laughing. "You fool, you highborn vapourhead, I was tasked with the emissary's safe return."

"That's—"

"You said it yourself!" Thom cut him off. "You recited the very customs of the Mughal rulers before we even caught sight of the keep, and you said aloud the rule of gifts: the gift must be a trifling thing to the Mughals and yet terrifyingly dear to yourself." He pointed to Justyna with malicious glee. "Even you, Davai, are not so soft and sentimental as to think that a peasant girl, no matter how comely her face and how warm her bosoms, holds any value to the Houses of the Amber Plains."

Davai looked at him in stunned silence. Horror did not so much dawn on him as it revealed itself—the outline of wrongness had been clear since he arrived, and he felt as if on the cusp of solving an awful riddle.

"Allow me to present something to you all," said Thom, walking over to the shelves and lectern and picking up the scroll case. He returned to the table, tapped the bottom of the ornate case, reached into the opening, and pulled out a slightly thinner tube that had formed a false wall. He gave the whole case a shake, and removed a second piece of parchment that had been hidden within. "Read this, girl," he said, handing it to Farrah.

She read this much-shorter scroll, her eyes widening as she did. "It reads that the young Lord Davai is to be given to the representative of the Great Empire as a gift, stripped of his titles and claims, to be done with as the Great Emperor wills. It is signed at the base by all the signatories of the first scroll."

Davai shook his head wordlessly, the numbness in his shoulders spreading through his entire body.

"The elder nobles cast lots, and it was your name plucked from the pile," said Thom with mocking melancholy. "I am told your uncle was heartbroken over the matter, but he persisted nonetheless. A true believer in the obligations of the nobility."

Desperate, Davai turned to look up at Karim. "Sir Karim, I beg of you, if you will please only—"

He squealed as a fist crashed into his liver, doubling over and retching from pain, and as he opened his mouth a leather-wrapped ring was forced between his teeth and buckled around the back of his head. As he sobbed and writhed, he knew he had missed his final chance to talk his way out of this nightmare.

"I am deeply sorry, Davai," said Karim with what sounded like genuine regret, "but now that you have forgone your noble title, your penalties for rudeness and impertinence have increased quite massively. That gag is a gift of sorts, for it will prevent you from saying anything you might come to regret in this time of adjustment."

"Hlah!"

"I’m afraid that's what they all say." Karim sighed and shook his head. "Guards, take him to the throne."

The struggling noble was dragged up onto the dais as the eight Mughal men finished dressing themselves and stepped down off of it. As he was pushed towards the tattered chair he saw that many of the rags on the seat of the throne were not rags at all, but restraints and leather straps. He howled in protest, resisting as best he could through pain and misery.

"Stop, stop!" shouted Karim, waving his arms and moving between Davai and the throne. "I have made a mistake, and treated the young lord unfairly. He must be given a chance."

Looking up at him with wide eyes, Davai did not dare to let hope burn within himself but was not so consigned to his fate that he could ignore any such offer. Karim crouched down in front of him and held Davai's chin between thumb and forefinger, stroking his boyishly smooth skin.

"I told you three things, Davai," he said. "The first was that our gift, received from the Houses of the Amber Plains, must become a slave and a serving girl. The second was that it is impossible for any true member of nobility to be enslaved, as their very honour prevents such a thing. The third was that I am a torturer by trade."

Davai swallowed. In front of him, Karim opened his palm to reveal the tiny silver fork he had used to spear fruits. He took the fork in his fingers and slowly brought the points an inch away from Davai's eye, until Davai backed away from sheet instinct.

Karim spoke with the soft intensity of a priest delivering last rites. "If you do not wish the indignity of slavery—and it will be a great indignity, your fate will not be a perfect mirror of the hounds to our sides but by Allah it will rhyme—I will kill you. It will not be an easy death. You are a young man and in good health, for now, and I will draw your death out to a fortnight, perhaps a day or two longer even. Your skin will be flayed, inch by inch, you will learn the terror of cold ice and the agony of the hot iron, I will strip your fingers, toes, ears, eyes and teeth away at a rate just slow enough to allow you to mourn their absence before destroying the next part, your bones will be broken, your tendons split, I will feed you broken glass to see your innards torn apart...

He looked Davai in the eye. "But it will come to an end. You will die as a noble, and though your body will lie in tatters I will not—I cannot—strip the honour from your soul. You will not be reduced to a slave, and you will be free in death and life."

Davai stared back at him, his breathing ragged. He thought of Ihsan, the wine girl, of her drugged haze, her lewdly-pierced nipples, and the gilded cage around her cock. This is what he would become for the rest of his life, a toy for men like Thom.

"I can see you are considering it, so here is my offer: ram your head forward and pierce your eye with this fork," said Karim. "If you do so I will kill you slowly. If you do not, I shall grant you a new life."

The torchlight glared off the tines of the fork, blooming until it took up the full field of his vision. Davai thought of his grandfather, a great warrior, felled not by the arrow that struck him on the field of battle, but by the soured wound a month later. His death had not been a quick or pleasant one, but all who knew him remembered his bravery and honour. He reared his head back and prepared to strike—he would only have to make the choice once—then pushed forward.

He flinched, stopping himself a hair's breadth from the point.

"You've a yellow belly to match your golden hair," mocked Thom, as Davai sagged in his bonds, sobbing helplessly. Karim ran his fingers through the lordling's locks, petting him pityingly, and put away the fork.

A guard took a small hunting knife from a walnut sheath and deftly cut away Davai's dull green tunic, tossing aside the sliced-up rags as he did. Karim bade him to pause as he admired the young lord's bound form.

"No hair to speak of, certainly not overfed, it is not exactly a warrior's physique but there are some thews to be softened.... Small nipples but the herbs will help with that of course, and soften the skin even more, yes, delightful..." He looked at the guard. "Leave the stockings on for now, they're rather fetching. Carry on!"

The final part of the tale is here:

https://writefinch.tumblr.com/post/649562103918837760/the-princes-offering-pt6-end

[deans-haunted-baby]

The Last Rites

*So, many fans including myself were unhappy with Adam Milligan and Michael’s exits out of Supernatural. This is my fix-it or at least my interpretation of what happened after 15x19 and 15x20. Enjoy!*

Summery: Chuck now human is a bitter bin collector and part-time serial killer stalking his latest victim. Little does he know that the dynamic human vessel/archangel duo Michael and Adam have been stalking him.  

"Damn that Sam and Dean and that little brat for making me human! But I'll get the last laugh," he says as he makes his rounds and choosing his latest victim. Plotting all the terrible things he plans on doing to the Winchesters. “I’ll get them all for this!”

As Chuck follows this person out to their car in the middle of the night, knife in hand. All off a sudden he hears wings flapping and turns around in horror. His eyes bug out when he sees a figure standing before him in the shadows.

"W-who's there?"  

Michael/Adam step out of the darkness wearing a "surprise-bitch" look on their face: "Hello...father" by the darkness of his ton Chuck knows his son hadn't forgotten the last time they saw each other. By that lakeside where he'd killed him for helping the Winchesters.

"No i-its impossible... You're dead I killed you. You should be in the Empty."

Michael hesitantly shakes his head. "Not anymore."

"How?"

"Let's just say I made bail thanks to my nephew and Castiel as they needed my assistance in Heaven's rehabilitation. And I humbly obliged."

"Castiel? He's alive too?! And you're working for them?! Why? That little brat took my power!" Chuck screams in anguish. "NO you both should be suffering in the Empty for all eternity!"

Michael/Adam looks at his hands flexing them into fists. Recalling the last second he drew breath being smited by his father. Regretting his decision to ever forsake his duty for humanity for his father. And his anger burns like acid.

"After what you did to me the last time we spoke...all I've cherished was this moment," the archangel Prince darkly replies. Adam's soul quietly astral-projected is in the background roots on his buddy. "Jack and Castiel offered me a chance to atone myself for wrongly choosing you over that which I’ve swore an oath to protect. That I could leave the Empty and reclaim my throne in Heaven if I stayed on Earth and helped the Winchesters clean up your mess."  

Chuck glares "So you're their bitchboy now? Ha, pathetic." He chortled in his throat. "I always knew you were weak, Michael. Being in that cage all those years with Sam and Dean's forgotten little bro has made you soft."

Michael's cheeks throb angrily. But he maintains his restraint. "Oh I'm not doing this for them," he reveals; stepping a little closer to his father. Shoulders squared. "Being stuck on Earth is also my punishment. But I've accepted it...I deserve my fate...just as you deserve yours right now."

Chuck then scrutinizes his son suspiciously. Looking from the archangel's fists to the face of his vessel Adam.

"What so you're like an archangel superhero now?" He can't contain a laugh. "Wow those Winchesters must be really desperate to resort to sending you here instead of facing me themselves."

Michael shook his head. "As I've already stated...I'm not here for them, he says. "The one called Dean, my original sword, has already fallen in battle and has inherited his place in my nephew's paradise. And his brother Sam sought out his other brother Adam, my chosen vessel. They've been working together ever since."

"And that's when Jack sent you."

“Yes."

"Dammit!,” Chuck swears this wasn't suppose to happen. If he killed a Winchester in his story the other brother left alive was suppose to take his own life in grief. No this couldn't be happening. They changed his ending AGAIN. "THIS WASN'T THE ENDING I PLANNED! I DIDN'T WRITE THIS!"

Michael cocks his head sideways; basking in his father's frustration. It was music to his ears. Then he's serious; raising his hand and forwarding his palm in a power-up.

"Your reign if tyranny is over father. You will not be scribing another's fate ever again. Not while I'm around."

At that Chuck's face is ghostly white. "Wait, what are you doing?" He puts up his hands submissively. "I'm human now, you can't just smite me. I'm part of the humanity that I created for you to protect!"

"Oh you don't have any rights here," growls the archangel sternly. "You gave up those privileges when you chose to use your newfound humanity to blindly murder others. Your arrogance and hatred for mankind was your own undoing. And now your death shall be your punishment, father."

Chuck trembling now resorts to begging for his son's mercy. "Michael, wait son we can talk about this." He showcases a nervous smile. "We can still make this right."

"No we can't." Michael scoffs. "The centuries of my allegiance to you have also perished. And I've wanted nothing more than to watch you beg forgiveness as you draw your last breath."

"Wait please show your father mercy, my son! Please!"

"Like the mercy you demonstrated to me that day by the lake shore?"

Chuck nodded still keeping his hands up. Okay so Michael was still pissed about that. "Fine you're right that was a mistake. I should've never hurt you like that. I was wrong and I see that now."

Michael's expression is smug, giving a mild throat chuckle. Then his cold expression shifts into anguish. "I hate myself for ever believing in you and turning my back on humanity. I will never be able to forgive myself for making that choice. For allowing you, Lucifer and my devotion to you to manipulate me from doing what was right."

"This doesn't have to get ugly Michael, we can still talk this out." Chuck begs. “Come on, what do ya say?”

"No we're done talking father." Michael's eyes glow like silvery blue light.

Chuck back peddles "Wait j-just give me another chance. I can prove to you I'll change I will."

Michael chuckles darkly, "Like the chance you were about to give that civilian you were following just now? Or the others you’ve murdered since?"

He eyes the knife in his father's hand. Suddenly Chuck realizes this and impulsively drops it onto the pavement.

"No, this isn’t what it looks like. I-I wasn't going to hurt anyone else. I swear!"

"You'll never learn will you father," Michael shrugs apathetically. "It's a shame. You were given a gift by your own flesh and blood and you've squandered it."  

"WAIT MICHAEL, PLEASE LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT THIS!"

No, no the archangel Prince was done talking. He'd said all he needed to say and with that throws Chuck's own last words to him right back in the short man's face.

"SAVE IT!" smiting him instantly on the spot. Blasting his father in a blinding light, erasing him from existence. When the dust settles Michael eases his tense shoulders releasing a sharp intake of breath.

Adam's projected soul then takes it upon himself to console his friend. Who is clearly bitter about destroying his own father even if he was an evil bastard.

"You did the right thing you know," the pre-med student/hunter in training reassures him. "Your dad would've killed that person if you hadn't intervened."

But Michael doesn't want to hear it. "I didn't do this for that person. I did it out of my own volition. I wanted my father to pay for what he'd done to me and my broken vow."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you saved someone tonight, Michael,” Adam insists. “And you proved that you can be better than Chuck ever was."

Michael frowns lowering his gaze to the ground melancholically.

"Or maybe I've just demonstrated that I am no better than him. I betrayed my sworn oath," the archangel squeezes his fist tightly. Putting all his anger into that hand. "And for that transgression alone I shall never be redeemed."

Adam recognizing the sadness in Michael's expression, throws his celestial pal a genuine smile, kneading his shoulder. "There's always redemption for all of us," he says gently. "I believe my brothers were capable of that, even if they never cared about me. Knowing you and even getting to know Sam has taught me so much more about myself, my family and what I'm meant to do with my life."

"What like being a hero?"

"Yah and it's kinda cool I get to kick some ass with an archangel."

"So, you want to honor your family. Despite what fate they'd left you to."

Adam shook his head. "Sam and Dean were far from perfect. I don't think I'll ever fully forgive them for what happened," he reveals. "BUT I think it changed me for the better. I got to become friends with Heavens MVP and I care about their cause now. They wanted to protect the world from evil and that's what I want to do. It's not about honoring the Winchester's legacy I want to do some good in this world. And you know what...I think you do too."

The archangel smiled to himself. "Well I did get some amusement out of watching my father squirm," He says lightly then adds. "Alright kid, you win. We shall continue our eternal quest for justice."

"Good, but we can continue that quest another night," the pre-med checks his wristwatch. "I gotta get some rest I have classes in the morning."

Michael scrutinized Adam. "You do know that you no longer require rest now that I've possessed this vessel or has that notion escaped you?"

“Oh yah I forgot," Adam laughs. "I guess I won't be needing sleep anytime soon then. Let's go home anyway I want to check out the bunker some more. Find any hidden passages or something."

"As you wish. I imagine your canine companion is also getting famished without us around to feed it."

A light bulb went off in his head. Right Sam and Dean's dog Miracle was in his care now. He loved that scruffy mutt even if he did drool a lot. Time to get home.  

"Miracle, okay we gotta get home stat!"

And with that Michael flew back to the bunker.

[fortune-fool02]

Autumn Moon

Werewolf Speedwagon x female reader

I would like to thank @  atlantianchronicle for helping me with this. This might get a second part if it gets enough love. 

Please enjoy.

“Even a man who is pure in heart, And says his prayers by night, May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, And the autumn moon is bright."

The dirt path was worn down, acting like a compass to keep them from wandering astray and into the forest that surrounded said path. The carriage wobbled slightly because of this but it didn’t bother the two passengers. With all that has been happening, an uneven path and a bit of a shaky journey was the least of their concerns.

Recently, there had been a number of strange animal attacks in the streets of London, leaving the corpses nothing but mangled pieces of flesh -that was if they did find a body- there were beyond recognition. Normally, [Name] would have left it to the police but when the had said it was nothing more than rabid dog attacks -which weren’t that uncommon- it didn’t settle with her. 

So, she did some investigating of her own and had found something odd about the corpses. Their wounds did appear to have been attacked by an animal but the size of the marks and the teeth did not match up with the kind of dogs that roamed the streets. The dogs’ jaws and teeth were too small compared to the ones on the bodies. Ever since she discovered this, [Name] was determined to find out what exactly has been terrorising the streets of London for the past handful of months.  

Speedwagon had tried to offer his help in any way he could but he has tried to talk her out of this a few times. Telling her how it was possibly some kind of other animal that possibly escaped from an on-the-road circus but his efforts were pointless against [Name]. When the woman had her mind set on something, nothing was going to stop her from finding the truth; that was one of the many things he loved about her but also one thing he did find irritable sometimes. 

During her investigations, she had learned of a Gypsy camp that stood a few miles North of London, apparently there might be someone there who could aid them in their search for the beat behind these attacks. 

[Name] looked over at Speedwagon who sat in his seat, fidgeting with his hands and throwing looks outside the carriage window at the passing scenery. Concern furrowed her brow as she placed a hand on her lover’s knee, catching his attention. “Are you alright, my love?” she asked him, her voice mirroring her expression. Speedwagon nodded, forcing a smile on his lips as he took her smaller hand into his. The action calming his nerves somewhat and allowing him to relax. 

[Name] has always had that power over him. Whenever he was stressed or unsettled, she was always able to calm him down. He tried his best to reciprocate the comfort and support whenever he could. Sometimes, he wondered why he had been blessed to have such an incredible, loving woman by his side like [Name], especially with all the horrible things he has done. He could only pray to whatever God there was that nothing would happen to her, he would never be able to forgive himself. 

The carriage came to a stop, altering the passengers of the arrival at their destination. [Name] climbed out with Speedwagon trailing close behind, their hands interlocked as they looked around. The camp was not quite what they were expecting as it was much larger than they believed it would be, it actually reminded them of Ogre Street in an odd way; but Ogre Street was nothing like this place. Slowly, the two lovers made their way through the camp, careful not to appear as a possible threat or anything that could make these people hostile for they would surely be outmatched without a question. 

Two small children ran around close to them before stopping when they noticed the two strangers. Each person they passed watched them with steel eyes, a tenseness spilling into the air. Speedwagon met the gaze of one person and they took a step back, curling in their seat slightly, and he turned ahead of him again. Feeling their eyes bore into his back sent uncomfortable shivers around him body as one would expect. There was the way they looked at him that set him on edge, that kind of look someone gave you when they knew something you didn’t want them to know, or they had an idea of it, at least. 

“C’mon [Name], this is a waste of time. We don’t even know if this guy will help.” The blonde man whispered loud enough for her to hear him. [Name] gently squeezed his hand, a comforting gesture as, she too, could feel their eyes on her. 

“Robert, this is the only lead we have so far. If this man knows anything, then it’s worth hearing, at least.” she whispered back, aware of the discomfort that flowed through her lover. She couldn’t blame him but they had gotten this far already, they might as well see it through. [Name]’s eyes landed on an elderly woman who sat at a small table, seeing as they couldn’t find the man themselves, she decided to ask for help.

Releasing Speedwagon’s hand, she turned and approached the woman. “Excuse me, madam.” she spoke, her voice polite and soft, much like how she was raised to be when around strangers. “But where is the man who sent us this?” the [Hair colour] female pulled the small item from her purse that had arrived with the letter she was given, telling her of the camp and how to get there. 

The elderly woman looked at the item and pointed ahead of them where the largest tent stood, surrounded by people. [Name] smiled and bowed her head, thanking her before turning on her heel. However, the elderly woman reached forward and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving. The elderly woman’s eyes gazed into her [Eye colour] ones, fear swirling around in them. 

“My God... you poor girl.” she spoke softly, almost sympathetically. [Name] rose a brow at this, confused as to what she was referring to. “You are in grave danger. The beast will come for you next.” 

[Name]’s eyes widened at that. How did she know of it? And what did she mean by that? The beast was all the way back in London. “W-What do you mean?” The woman took [Name]’s hand into hers, nails tracing strange patterns over her palm and the fear only grew in her eyes. As if she was looking at a walking corpse. 

“Those who are pure of heart are the ones who carry burdens. Keeping secrets from those they love ad cherish. The beast knows you well, it knows everything about you and it will come for you next, my girl.” the elderly woman told her, warned her. [Name] leaned in closer slightly, 

“Do you know what the beast is?” she asked. As the woman opened her mouth, Speedwagon approached from behind, concern in his expression and the woman immediately released [Name]’s hand. Speedwagon took [Name]’s hand into his, tugging her away from the woman and keeping her close. [Name] threw the elderly woman one last glance to see her looking sad, the kind of sadness one saw when seeing someone for the very last time. 

And that unsettled [Name]. The beast knew her, what did that mean? “Let’s get this over with, I don’t like it here.” he told her and [Name] agreed, leading him towards the large tent. As they entered the tent, their attention landed on a man who sat in the centre of the room in a form of makeshift throne. [Name] bowed her head and Speedwagon did the same. The man motioned them to approach, 

“You wish to know of the beast that kills your people, no?” he asked and [Name] nodded her head. He reached over and grabbed a book before handing it to her. She opened it with care and her [Eye colour] eyes read the name of the creature. 

“A... werewolf?” [Name] looked up at the man with confusion painting her face. She had heard stories of these creatures but she thought they were just that. Stories. Men who could shift into the form of a beast under the light of the full moon with an uncontrollable hunger. It was mad. But, as she flicked through the pages, seeing the drawings, the photographs of corpses left from it, it was all a little too similar to be a coincidence. 

And the fact that these attacks only happened on full moons supported this. Speedwagon also looked at the book, his chocolate brown eyes landing on the drawing of the eyes of a werewolf and he felt his heart stop. A coldness washed over his skin, prickling along his muscles like spider legs, forcing him to tear his gaze away from it, unable to look at it any longer. There was hunger in those eyes, even from the drawing; hunger and rage, an uncontrollable rage that wished to consume all in its path. 

“[Name], it’s a myth. They don’t really exist.” Speedwagon told her, trying to snatch the book from her hands only for her to pull it away from him. 

“Robert, these attacks, the times they happen, it can’t be a coincidence.” Speedwagon sighed heavily, his hand rubbing his eyes a little at her stubbornness but he didn’t push it further. He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. 

“Thank you for this, sir. You have no idea how much this information will help.” [Name] bowed her head again to the man, a smile on her lips before they turned to leave. As they walked out the camp, Speedwagon stopped suddenly. He turned quickly and caught something that was flying through the air and would have hit him if he didn’t catch it. 

A rosary. 

[Name] blinked, somewhat surprised how he was able to catch it when it made no sound when it was thrown. Speedwagon dropped the rosary on the floor and turned on his heel, storming off towards the carriage, [Name] scooped it up and pocketed it before going after him. They wouldn’t ave thrown it unless they wanted her to have it.

The ride back home was less nerve-raking than the journey there. [Name]’s attention had been consumed by the book, taking in every little detail she could absorb and telling Speedwagon what she found in it. Her lover forced his smile and nodded throughout it, his hands folded together on his lap during the way home. [Name] thought nothing of it as she was too focused on the book. Finally, they had the advantage of knowing what the beast was and that as a step closer to defeating it. 

For a moment, that elderly woman’s words floated in her mind again. If the beast was indeed a werewolf and it knew her, that meant that [Name] has already met the beast. But who? It couldn’t be her family as they lived too far East. Maybe someone from the Ogre Street gang? [Name] knew a good few of those people.

When the carriage stopped, Speedwagon climbed out first and turned to her, holding his hand out for her to take. As she reached for his hand, [Name] hesitated for a split second. Her eyes noticing his palm. The faint outline of the rosary imprinted upon his palm, almost as if it had been burnt into his flesh. She took his hand and he helped her out, interlocking their hands and leading her back home. 

Her mind spiralled with thoughts. The rosary was something used to protect oneself against werewolves. Wait a second...

The rosary. The fearful words of the elderly woman. “The beast knows you well, it knows everything about you.” “Those who are pure of heart.” Speedwagon’s reluctant behaviour of going there in the first place... 

Her heart froze in her chest. All the evidence was laying before her and she never realised it. Her eyes peeked out the corner of her eye at her lover. 

It was Speedwagon. The beast that has been killing people of Ogre Street was Robert. E. O. Speedwagon.

[timetrickster]

Living W/ Immortality: Episode 1: I Have No Fucking Clue.

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET. DAY

NARRATOR (V.O)

Once upon a time, well fuck it this isn’t your average story. This story is every bit of complicated. The author has no clue whatsoever on how he puts this story together. I’ll just sit back and let the story tell itself and jump in whenever I feel like it. We start this story off… with a dog, a girl, and a two-faced immortal teen.

It’s a normal day, the sun is shining and the skies are clear. A boy with his backpack in hand leaves school and begins his walk home. Everything was going fine until a girl’s pet dog runs away from her.

RANDOM GIRL

Sparky! Get back here!

The girl gives chase over her dog. Managing to run faster than her owner. The dog passes FINN, which makes FINN stops in his track. He watches in silence and concern as the dog runs away. The girl rushes by FINN as well and shouts.

RANDOM GIRL

Sparky! Stop!

The girl runs after her dog again. FINN begins to feel increasingly concerned. He turns around and begins to talk to himself. FINN sighs. Another voice speaks and echoes to him.

MYSTERIOUS VOICE (ERIN)(V.O)

Its someone’s dog dude. She’ll be devastated if it died.

FINN

I’m tired. School was a drag.

MYSTERIOUS VOICE (ERIN)(V.O)

You know we can’t let a poor, innocent dog die. You both know we love dogs.

FINN turns around to and sees the dog still running from his owner. He sighs and puts his headphones on.

FINN

I hate it when you’re right.

MYSTERIOUS VOICE (ERIN)(V.O)

That. And the fact that we know each other too well.

FINN drops his bag on the sidewalk and pulls out his headphones from his bag then his phone from his pocket.

FINN

Erin?

ERIN (V.O)

Yo?

FINN

Music preference? 50s? 60s? 70s? 80s? Or 90s?

ERIN (V.O)

70s.

FINN

1973?

ERIN (V.O)

Yup.

FINN

Elton John?

ERIN (V.O)

Crocodile Rock.

FINN smiles.

FINN

Nice choice.

FINN puts on his headphones and presses the play button on his phone. The song “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John. He begins to slowly walk then begins to speed walk. He starts to run faster and faster.

He manages to pass the girl who was out of breath after chasing her dog for so long. Close near the dog, FINN still on the sidewalk jumps over a parked car. He attempts to grab the dog but slips on a rock and fails to grab him in time. He slides on the road for a few seconds.

FINN

Ow.

He gets up wiping away the dirt of the road off his clothes and wipes the right side of his cheek.

(Camera shows a huge spot of blood on his right hand he then clutches his hand to cover the blood.)

(Camera shows a huge scrape on his cheek, it heals instantly heals.)

FINN

Quick little bastard.

FINN smiles and starts running again. In the distance, an incoming car drives in. Which the mysterious voice notices.

ERIN (V.O)

Finn! There’s a car coming!

FINN

Shit!

(He stops all of sudden.)

FINN blinks and his eyes see a clear view of the driver. The driver is distracted because he’s on his phone.

FINN

He’s on his phone so he won’t notice anything.

FINN starts to run again. The dog eventually runs into the street and without warning an oncoming car approaches.

FINN

Dammit!

The girl had finally regained some breath and sees Finn running after her dog. She then noticed the car. Making her shocked and worried he wouldn’t be able to make it in time.

FINN

He’s too close. I have to take the hit for the dog.

ERIN (V.O)

Dude… I think the girl saw you, we have to use our powers without drawing their attention.

FINN

Fuck! We keep going!

The car is close by, the driver doesn’t notice the dog until the very last minute. He steps on the brake as soon as he instantly sees the dog. The driver had closed his eyes to save himself from the horror. The girl calls out her dog’s name one last time.

RANDOM GIRL

Sparky!

She closes her eyes as well. FINN had finally reached the dog and picks him up. Mere seconds from being hit by the car. He says one last remark.

FINN

Fuck.

He turns around quickly to shield the dog from the impact. The car hits FINN sending him a few feet away. On the ground, he landed face first. “Crocodile Rock” stops playing.

(Camera shows more scraps on his face but it heals instantly as he wakes up suddenly)

He turns on his back groaning in pain. He looks at the dog with this annoyed and who is safe in his arms.

FINN

You are so lucky I chose to save you.

The dog licks his face as a form of thank you.

FINN

You’re welcome.

(FINN smiles while his face is licked.)

The girl and the driver had closed their eyes from what they would soon see would be a dog splattered everywhere. Once hearing the thud, they opened their eyes only to find a FINN holding the dog safe and sound. Without a word, he stands up and gives an awkward smile. Both the girl and the driver rush toward FINN.

ERIN (V.O)

Remember to fake your injuries.

FINN nods and gets up while pretending to be hurt. Standing up with somewhat of a limp and cracking his neck.

FINN

Ow. Ow. Ow.

(He says repeatedly as he gets up)

The driver gets out of his car to check on FINN as well as the girl.

DRIVER

Oh my god! Are you okay?

FINN nods “yes” in response.

RANDOM GIRL

You saved my dog from getting hit. Thank you! But are you okay?!

DRIVER

Yeah, kid, you took a pretty hard hit from my car. Something’s got to be broken, bruised, or scratched.

FINN

It’s fine, I heal pretty fast…  Don’t worry, about it.

RANDOM GIRL

You should at least go to the hospital.

FINN

It’s alright. My mom’s a nurse, she knows what to do.

FINN hands the dog back to the girl. Leaving them confused. He walks away with his fake limping and gets back to his backpack. (The camera facing FINN from the front) He hides behind a car and unzips his jacket revealing a bloodstained shirt.

FINN

Oh yeah. Something broke. Crap. My favorite shirt.

ERIN

Quit your whining dumbass. It’s just a shirt. Let’s go home now.

FINN

I hate you. You know that right?

ERIN

Heard it over a hundred times.

He looks at it for a bit and ignores it. He zips his jacket back up and grabs his bag. He continues to go on his way. FINN groans in annoyance.

NARRATOR (V.O)

Note to self, “Add music in this story.”

FINN (V.O)

When you have supernatural powers, the impossible becomes possible.  My name is Finn Evers and I have immortal superpowers. Seventeen years ago, an ordinary couple gave birth to a not so ordinary baby boy.

(Camera shows FINN as he walks home)

NARRATOR (V.O)

Wait… how the fuck?! Who gave this kid narrating powers?!

Shows flashback showing a baby FINN in a crib with his parents looking from above.

FLASHBACKS TO FINN’S CHILDHOOD.

FINN (V.O)

My intelligence had increased quickly when I was 15 days old. Also, I began to talk.

Baby FINN begins to say words to his parents.

FINN (Baby)

Mom! Dad! I’m hungry!

MOM & DAD look at their child as he spoke his first sentence at 15 days old.

NARRATOR (V.O)

This is my job! I’m supposed to be telling the story!

FINN (V.O)

Soon afterward, I started walking at 1 month old.

Baby FINN starts walking on his own.

FINN (V.O)

And at 1 year old, I punched my dad in the face for the first time.

Baby FINN clenching a fist while his DAD is knocked out on the ground. DAD groaning in pain.

NARRATOR (V.O)

THE FUCKIN AUTHOR! Really?! You write me one job to do and you replace me with the main character?!

FINN (V.O)

Eventually, when I reached elementary I used my power recklessly. The playground was the throne of every kindergarten class. I fought my way to the top with my powers. I eventually got the spotlight on me and it took a while for things to die down.

Shows flashback of toddler FINN with a paper crown on his head. Standing at the top of the playground like a king.

CUTS TO:

BACK TO FINN STILL WALKING.

FINN (V.O)

After a year of all that, my parents thought I was just a super strong and smart boy. My parents are pretty weird themselves so they accepted my powers without worry. That was until the day of the accident. I don’t really like talking about it… but it’s how I learned I was immortal. It was enough trauma to create Erin, the alternate personality who exists in my head.  

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

So time rolled on, I became the person you see now, a high school student. As you saw with the dog, I still have my powers. I can heal fast like any immortal, and my body is supernaturally conditioned. My life is a dream come true. That is what you’re thinking right?

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

Well, let me tell you the truth. Healing fast only gets my clothes stained by blood and being immensely strong just breaks anything around me. He’s the happiest boy alive, that boy has everything! Well, you’re dead wrong! I’m the un-happiest boy alive! A boy who has nothing!

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

Regenerative Healing, Immunity, Enhanced Senses and Condition, Accelerated Probability, Semi-telepathy, etcetera etcetera. I can do all those things, but having powers like that takes away something away. Like when a parent spoils their child and fails to be a fully functioning adult.

Shows different scenes of him using his different abilities.

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

In this way, my immortality has taken away certain things for me. My sense of being normal, the sensation of feeling pain. Me caring about my own life, hard work. It’s all so foreign to me. It’s true that I never get angry or sad about it’s just that I don’t feel any happiness or thrill in my life. But to look on the bright side, less drama will mean things will be peaceful for me.

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

Although with the existence of Erin in my head. we’re constantly at odds. He’s like my brother but he’s always there in the back of my head to annoy me.

FINN (V.O) (CONT’D)

For me, these powers took away my sense of being normal. Being a god in a sense is everything I don’t want to be. At the end living forever just means I get to see everyone I love die. I’m the unhappiest boy alive because I do get to live forever.

ERIN takes over the voice over.

ERIN (V.O)

Since Finn did his introduction, it’s my turn I guess.

NARRATOR (V.O) Really? They gave narrating powers to the asshole in his head?!

ERIN (V.O)

My name is Erin Nitty and I have immortal superpowers too. One day a kid had got into an accident and thus I was born. Surprisingly when I was created, his immortal powers affected me too. I was born as a 5-year-old and I grew with him.

ERIN (V.O) (CONT’D)

Eventually, as our powers grew, we managed to figure out some things I was capable of doing. I was able to physically take over his body.

ERIN (V.O) (CONT’D)

We’re in our teen years now and I got to say. We hate each other’s guts, just like every other sibling. I get so annoyed by this idiot every time we’re in a situation. We’re alike but he doesn’t listen to shit when I’m helping him out.

ERIN (V.O) (CONT’D)

But one of the few things we agree on are these powers. Living forever, being a god and all that. It’s not really the happy life, ya know? Like what the moron said, I’m unhappy because I do get to live forever.

FINN/ERIN finally returns home after that ordeal with the dog.  

FINN

Mom! We’re home!

He goes to his room and sets his backpack down. He takes off his shirt and looks at the blood stain. He looks over to a pile of shirts also stained with blood.

ERIN (V.O)

Mom’s gonna kill you. You know she hates having to wash your blood stained shirts right?

FINN sighs.

FINN

I know she does. Frankly, I hate it when she does have to wash them. You know she’s scared whenever she sees them.

ERIN (V.O)

What’s she scared about?

FINN

That one day, we might die and never come home.

Silence fills the room as both ERIN and FINN contemplate the thought.

ERIN

That’s never going to happen.

FINN

I hope it never does.

FINN crushes the shirt and grabbed the pile of other stained shirts and brings them to the washing machine. He returns to his room and takes a nap until it reaches night time. It’s now dinner time and both FINN’S parents are home.

NARRATOR (V.O)

Oh boy, the parents. There an odd couple… like a couple from a Japanese anime… but somehow and for some reason, they were chosen to raise a reincarnated immortal.

MOM

Finn! Time for dinner!

He wakes up tired and groggy, he puts on a shirt and comes downstairs to the dinner table.

FINN

Hi momma.

MOM

Hi sweetie.

Dinner is all set, hot and ready then DAD comes home and joins them.

FINN

Hi dad.

DAD

Hey son. Honey…

DAD sits down on the dinner table. MOM doesn’t say a word, only showing a scowling face toward DAD. FINN looked at both his parents knowing there’s a fight going to ensue.

FINN (V.O)

These are our parents. Dad is a hard worker but he tends to get on my nerves. Mom is a loving and caring soul.

MOM & DAD start a fight and it escalates to yelling. FINN sits down unphased and seemingly just annoyed with the fighting.

FINN (V.O)

They used to be so passionate about each other. I wonder what happened to set them both off.

DAD

I hate you so much!

MOM

My hate for you is bigger than the ocean!

MOM & DAD fighting in the background, while FINN is eating on his own.

FINN (V.O)

They’re still passionate… just in a different way.

They’ve been going at each other like this for half a year now.

DAD

Hey, son. Can you please use your powers to help daddy?

MOM holds FINN’S hand and looks at him with a loving face.

MOM

Finn, remember what I said, Never use your powers for evil. Only help those in need.

FINN (V.O)

Mom’s loving and a caring soul is the reason that I don’t recklessly use my powers or use them for evil.

MOM

But please feel free to hurt your daddy for mommy right now.

FINN (V.O)

Also, she has a dark side herself, which scares me a lot…

MOM & DAD return to their fight and it escalates to throwing things around and being more physical.

FINN (V.O)

Don’t be fooled by this, their fights are pointless. Why, do I say it’s pointless? This is why.

FINN’S pupils glow a blue tinge.

MOM

I hate you!

MOM (V.O)

That’s not true! I love you very much!

MOM’S thought echoes in the back of her head.

DAD

I don’t want anything to do with you!

DAD (V.O)

That’s a lie, I love you too much to say that!

DAD’S thought echoes in the back of his head. FINN finally intervenes due to annoyance. MOM recklessly decided to throw a knife, which FINN catches the knife stabs into his hand. Both MOM & DAD are shocked by what just happened. FINN is unphased due to his abilities.

FINN

(sighs)

FINN pulls out the knife and his wound instantly heals. He puts the knife on the table and looks at both his parents with an angry face. His eyes glow the blue tinge.

MOM & DAD (V.O)

I love you.

Both MOM & DAD’S faces become shocked by what they heard.

DAD

Did you say you love me?

MOM

No, you said it.

(V.O)

Did he hear me say I love him?

DAD (V.O)

Did she really hear me say I love her?

FINN (V.O)

If you’re wondering what’s happening, I linked their minds together. It’s an application of my power called Immortal Cloning. I could transport my mind into a clone of myself or in an object or someone lacking a soul. It also gave me a form of telepathy.

NARRATOR(V.O)

Not gonna lie, this scene is pretty funny.

Both realizing FINN had something to do with it. They turn toward him.

MOM & DAD

Finn!

Still sitting at the dinner table, FINN turns his head to his parents and smiles like he’s innocent.

FINN

Yes?

DAD

Why do I hear your mom’s thoughts?

FINN

I used telepathy to link both your minds…

DAD’S face lit up in shock.

DAD

When did you develop telepathy?!

FINN

Growing up led to new abilities… and telepathy happened since… uh, age 10?

MOM

TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW! I DON’T WANT YOUR FATHER TO KNOW I STILL LOVE HIM!

(She shouts)

DAD

You still love me?

MOM

Do you love me?

They instantly hug and make up from their fight.

ERIN (V.O)

Good grief, it took them that long to settle things? Jesus Christ.

FINN(V.O)

I know, our parents are weird.

NARRATOR (V.O)

Very weird indeed.

FINN (V.O)

Did you say something?

ERIN (V.O)

No, why?

FINN (V.O)

I swear I heard another voice… Just forget it.

FINN smiles at the sight that his parent’s made up.

FINN

Finally. I can go back to dinner in peace.

MOM

Let’s celebrate with some ice cream!

FINN was about to dig in his dessert being it was his favorite flavor of ice cream, Cookies, and Rocky Road Cream. MOM grabs the ice cream from his grip and two spoons.

FINN (V.O)

MY ICE CREAM?!

FINN smiles like a crazy person. Then looks at both his parents eating his ice cream.

ERIN (V.O)

Oh shit.

FINN’S eyes burn with fire red.

CUT TO:

NEXT DAY. - DAY.

FINN walks into his school and goes to his first class of the day. He enters his classroom and sits at his desk, waiting for class to begin.

FINN (V.O)

Welcome to my high school, Campbell High. It’s not much but in my class over a 1,000 students are in attendance that roams the grounds of the school.

Two classmates sit next to FINN.  

CLASSMATE 1

Hey Finn!

FINN is silent and simply replies with a nod.

CLASSMATE 2

Hey buddies!

FINN (V.O)

These are my friends Athena and Taven, or at least they consider me as their friend. I try my best to distance myself from having any friends. But somehow it’s like they’re attracted to me somehow.

TAVEN

What did you guys do over the weekend?

FINN

Played a new game… some guy named Crank killed me with a sword.

ATHENA

I just listened to music all day and went to the beach.

FINN

I got hit by a car when I was going home on Friday.

FINN (V.O)

To be perfectly honest, they’re actually great friends. They’re just difficult to be around because… they have interesting personalities.

TAVEN & ATHENA

Are you okay?! What happened?!

FINN

I’m fine. I’m fine don’t worry. I saved a dog too from being hit by the car.

TAVEN

Damn, dude. Hope you feel better.

KEN looks toward FINN but he is missing from his seat.

TAVEN

Finn? Where’d he go?

CUT TO:

BOYS BATHROOM.

FINN (V.O)

As much as I have tolerance for the two of them. I was tired of talking about it.

FINN (V.O)(cont’d)

It’s not that I hate Taven it’s just he always tends to get me into situations that I don’t want to be in. There was that one time he could got me into a competition for arm wrestling and I hated every second of it. But I am competitive and immensely strong so I won that competition. He also gives me anxiety and stress.

FINN (V.O) (cont’d)

Athena’s actually pretty fine… but she does ask me for snacks constantly and usually doesn’t pay me back. She’s a good friend but I’ve lost a lot of money over simple snacks.

ERIN (V.O)

(sighs)

It’s gonna be a long day again isn’t it?

FINN

Yup.

FINN walks out of the bathroom. A montage of going through classes begin. Looking tired and falling asleep. The day goes by fast and FINN manages to make it through the school.

FINN walks out of his last class of the day. He looks tired and like something died inside.

FINN

Fuck I’m tired… I want to die so bad.

ERIN (V.O)

Well, unfortunately, we can’t.

FINN

God that teacher just talks forever and ever.

ERIN (V.O)

She keeps picking me to answer a fuckin question I don’t even know! PICK SOMEONE ELSE GODDAMMIT! She also keeps talking like she’s saying a code or a riddle. Some shit like that.

FINN

Don’t get me started on Taven! We had to do the jeopardy competition and he kept rushing me to find the answers!

FINN holds his face with both hands and rubs away the tiredness. He begins to walk toward the stairs but there are a bunch of students blocking the entrance.

FINN

Fuck there’s too many people walking down the stairs.

ERIN (V.O)

Jump off the second floor then.

FINN

You’re right!

ERIN (V.O)

What?

FINN

I’m gonna jump off the second floor.

ERIN (V.O)

I was kidding. Please don’t.

FINN looks around the corner of the hallway and runs then jumps off the second floor of the building. He lands on his feet.  

FINN

(Breaths in and out)

Suckers.

He blinks for a second as he starts his walk but then bumps into a girl. Instantly embarrassed by this, he apologizes immediately.

FINN

I am so sorry, are you okay?

GIRL

Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.

The GIRL turns around to see FINN and he recognizes her.

FINN

No… friggin way. Serena?!

SERENA

Finn?!

Unable to say another word, FINN hugs her instantly. SERENA accepts the hug without worry. FINN is seemingly different when seeing SERENA. He’s not annoyed by her presence.

NARRATOR (V.O)

Interesting, a love story…  

FINN

I haven’t seen you in so long! Where’ve you been?! It’s been like friggin years, dude!

SERENA

You know dude, moved around here and there but my family decided to move back to Hawaii. It’s home ya know? Anyways how’ve you been?! I haven’t seen my best friend in years!

FINN

I’ve been good… if that’s the word to describe it. Nothing much interesting happened in my life so far.

ERIN (V.O)

I missed her too.

SERENA

That’s good to hear, but you haven’t done anything interesting?

FINN

Ever since you’ve been gone, I just kinda stopped doing anything.

SERENA

Aw, that’s cute, you waited for me.

FINN’S face blushed for a bit and he smiles.

FINN

I guess I did wait for you to come back. Yeah.

(Laughs a little)

SERENA laughs at the remark and smiles too.

SERENA

Well, since I’m home, we can hang out again. So that way you can start doing things again.

FINN laughs and nods,

FINN

Agreed. Pinky promise?

He holds out his pinky and she smiles and makes the pinky promise official.

SERENA

Pinky promise.

(She smiles)

SERENA (cont’d)

You haven’t changed at all, have you?

FINN

Never.

(He smiles)

Want to walk home together?

SERENA

I’d love that. Let’s go.

FINN & SERENA are walking down the street from the school. They begin to talk about recent events.

SERENA

You saved a dog?!

(She is shocked)

FINN

Yup.

SERENA

And you got hit by the car that was about to hit the dog? How are you even alive?

FINN

I… uh… I heal very fast.

(He laughs)

NARRATOR (V.O)

Ugh, boring… hm, let’s add some flair to this act. AND… Snap!

Suddenly a gang of punk boys shows up around the corner. They looked straight out of the movie Grease for some reason. But they looked like a bunch of a-holes.

FINN (V.O)

Anything happens to you on the while you’re on the mainland?

SERENA

I met a Flat Earther… dude was friggin weird. Went to a concert for Punchbowl Punk… you know that band right? There from Hawaii.

FINN

I don’t think I ever heard of them before but I will definitely look them up. Thanks for that, I love looking up new music to listen too.

SERENA

Uh, what else… I met a girl who apparently has a talking cat.

PUNK LEADER

Howzit!

FINN & SERENA had noticed them, FINN waves hello and they keep walking.

FINN

Oh, speaking of music. Ya got earphones?

SERENA pulls out earphones from her pocket. FINN plugs in the audio jack and gives one earphone to SERENA. The song “Just The Two Of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. begins to play in the earphones.

FINN smiles and bobs his head along to the musical intro. SERENA smiles too at FINN. He starts to sing along.

FINN

I see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all. Is when the sun comes shining through. To make those rainbows in my mind. When I think of you some time. I wanna spend some time with you.

SERENA

You’re adorable.

The statement makes FINN blushes a bit. But starts to dance to the song. Which SERENA proceeds to dance along.

NARRATOR (V.O)

As much as I hate to interrupt a good song and people having a good time. It’s time I ruined this and start the problem.

Song still plays in the background and FINN & SERENA are still dancing along.

NARRATOR (V.O) (cont’d)

Psst. White guy!

PUNK LEADER

God?

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Sorry, not him. Different guy. My name’s Lucian by the way. I need you to throw a rock at that kid’s head. The one that just passed by you.

PUNK LEADER

That’s not cool, Luci dude. Plus I don’t take orders from a disembodied voice… unless his name is God.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

He said your jacket looks stupid.

PUNK LEADER

I WILL ANNIHILATE HIM!

The PUNK LEADER picks up a small rock and throws it at the back of FINN’S head. Instantly hitting him, he feels the hit and holds where the pain is. The song stops at the end of the 2nd Refrain. ERIN boils in anger and takes over FINN’S body. ERIN turns around toward the punks.

His eyes change from green to purple and a streak of jet black hair appears which SERENA doesn’t notice.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Three. Two. One.

ERIN

WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!

The song stops playing

PUNK LEADER

You called my jacket stupid!

ERIN

What!?

PUNK LEADER

No one calls my jacket stupid!

ERIN

So you thought to throw a rock at me?! I wasn’t thinking that before, but now that I’m looking at it. It’s being worn by a jackass.

PUNK LEADER

No one insults me and gets away with it.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Now add some music… hm, what song though? Got it! Snap!

ERIN looks at his phone and takes out the earphones. He put the phone to max volume and presses the play button. He sets it down on a nearby wall. The song “Johnny B. Goode” by Chuck Berry plays. Easily tempered, ERIN snaps and starts the fight.

He rushes toward the PUNK LEADER grabbing him by his shirt and shoves him against a wall. The other punks decide to jump in and help out their PUNK LEADER. SERENA watches as the fight ensues, worried that her friend might get hurt. She attempts to call the police.

NARRATOR (V.O)

God, I love a good fight.

One of the punks goes after her, which FINN notices and it angers both him and ERIN. He shakes off the four punks trying to pull him off their leader. He rushes toward the punk that goes after SERENA. She manages to hold her own and gets a few punches in.

ERIN

Dope.

ERIN smiles at the fact but is attacked again by the punks. He starts up another fight. ERIN & FINN work together to beat each one.

FINN (V.O)

Okay, five jackasses. This should be easy for you.

ERIN (V.O)

Yup.

ERIN rushes at them all at once, managing to shove another PUNK 1 into a wall. PUNK 2 having a garrote wire chokes him to pulls him back. While being choked he jump kicks PUNK 1 knocking him out. Falling to the ground, he gets kicked repeatedly by PUNK 2. Grabbing his foot, he punches his leg repeatedly until a bone had broke.

PUNK 2 falls to the ground in pain. PUNK 3 had a baseball bat in hand all of sudden.

ERIN

Okay… where the hell did you get that?

PUNK 3 doesn’t answer and immediately swings it. Which ERIN grabs before being hit in the face. ERIN grabs the bat and hits his stomach with the knob. ERIN looks at PUNK 4. Afraid, he holds his hands up.

PUNK 4

I don’t know why I hang around with them. Their idiots. I’ll… I’ll just go home, think about my life, reevaluate my goals.

ERIN

Go!

PUNK 4

Yes, sir.

While PUNK 4 leaves, ERIN doesn’t notice the PUNK LEADER with a knife in hand. The song ends at the end of the 3rd Verse. They switch places, ERIN’S purple eyes revert to FINN’S green eyes. The streak of jet black hair reverted back to its brown color. SERENA had rushed toward him, suddenly a feeling of pain surges through his body.

FINN screams in pain loudly while holding his arm where the knife is buried. He’s kneeling on the ground.

SERENA

(Worried tone)

Finn! Are you okay?!

(She notices the knife buried in his shoulder)

Oh my god!

FINN

I’ll be fine. I promise.

(He reassures her while laughing.)

SERENA

You’re laughing?!

FINN

It’s how I deal with pain…

ERIN (V.O)

What’s happening?!

He pulls out the knife but suddenly feels the sensation of pain. Both FINN & ERIN make a low sounding grunt in silence, due to the shock of this feeling. He secretly cuts his hand and clenches his fist… holding in his roar of pain.

FINN (V.O)

Our healing factor… it’s gone. I can feel this…

SERENA

We have to get you home!

She picks him up and carries him over his arm. They grab their belongings and immediately rush to FINN’S house. They rush in and SERENA calls out to MOM & DAD.

SERENA

Uncle! Auntie!

FINN

MOM! DAD!

They rush to find out what’s wrong and see FINN bleeding and wounded.

MOM

Serena?!

SERENA

Auntie! We got jumped by some guys and Finn fought them and one of them pulled a knife on him. And…

She gets hysterical and doesn’t know what to do. FINN’S DAD calms her down.

DAD

Sweetie. It’s okay. I’m gonna take you home now okay?

SERENA

Will Finn be okay?!

DAD

He will be sweetie. Your auntie’s a nurse. She’ll patch him quickly and he’ll be fine. I’m gonna take you home now.

DAD & SERENA leave the house and MOM looks at FINN’S wound. He explains what happened and is for the first time scared for his life. MOM became worried after hearing his explanation. His wounds instantly heal once again after a couple minutes had gone by.

FINN

Erin? What the hell just happened?

(Finn looks at his hand cut as it healed)

ERIN (V.O)

I have no fucking clue.

(He sounded worried)

End Of Episode 1

[katzuyas]

I’ve been tagged in so many things over the past couple of weeks that I honestly don’t even have much more bookmark space left in my browser RIP so I finally decided to do all of it at once, hence the title and the rest of this longass post under the cut

bc there’s a lot of the tag games down there and tagging a million people would be annoying, I’m gonna tag 10 of you to grab a dice and roll it to figure out which meme you’re tagged for ^u^)b if you roll the same number twice, count that meme as the start from which to count and roll again! I hope you like this idea, but it’s only a suggestion so feel free to do whatever you want tbh?

@sweet-vitya, @gabzjones, @and-then-yoi-happened, @etherealalchemist, @joeys-piano, @quadruplyyours, @yuliaplisetskaya, @dreaming-fireflies, @teekettle, @iwritebetterthanispeak, @chessala

enjoy, if you want! 💕💕

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you for the tag!!

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.

1. Name: kat

2. Nicknames: same tbh

3. Height: 170cm

4. Orientation: who knows who cares (it’s pan)

5. Nationality: polish

6. Favorite fruit: mango, cherries, I love watermelon too but the seeds piss me off too much to fully enjoy it

7. Favorite season: anything that doesn’t make me sweat off my skin but isn’t also freezing my toes is more than fine with me ^u^)b

8. Favorite plant: I don’t think I have any favs here

9. Favorite scent: I have this yankee candle ‘sweet candies’ and I can just DIE wrapped in that scent holy sheet (when it comes to perfume tho I’m a sucker for the original chloe, but I also love calvin klein’s euphoria bc it’s just Fresh)

10. Favorite color: any pastel really

11. Favorite animal: MY SWEET PUPPER HINA (so yes, dogs)

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee sometimes, TEA AND GREEN TEA AND VANILLA CHAI!!!!!!, hot chocolate is a nope

13. Average sleep hours: I always try for 8h bc otherwise I’m a zombie, but it doesn’t always work out so... I’m a part-time zombie anyway lmao

14. Dog or cat person: ISN’T THE PIC PROOF ENOUGH THAT I LOVE MY FURRY DOGGO SON

15. Favorite fictional character: victor nikiforov. that’s it. that’s all. we can all go home now

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 + a duvet bc I like being cosy

17. Dream trip: japan, always. but another one would be a trip to the harry potter universal store or the noble collection store I guess

18. Blog created: who even remembers this pffff (somewhen in august 2011 I think)

19. Number of followers: I’m just gonna say it’s a four number figure ;3c

20. Random fact: I’m currently rewatching lord of the rings and procrastinating writing so YES I’M A NERD AND A BAD PERSON AHAHA //sweats

tagged by @story-kat -- thanks love, I actually really like these so it was great fun to do 💕

Rules: using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people

artist/band: one ok rock

what is your gender: stuck in the middle

how do you feel: jaded

if you could go anywhere: start again

favorite mode of transportation: mighty long fall

your best friend: wherever you are

favorite time of day: taking off

if your life was a tv show: liar

relationship status: hard to love

your fear: bombs away

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks again!! ahaha I feel like I’ll be saying this a lot today, but you spoil me /)u(\

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Relationship status: taken ;3c

Favorite color: any pastels, really

Last song I listened to: still the lord of the rings ost

Last movie I watched: lord of the rings lol two towers ^u^)b

Top 3 tv shows: game of thrones (bc I love my fantasy shit), rein (bc I love my history shit), and american housewife (bc I love laughing and this show is Hilarious with the capital H)

Top 3 characters: victor nikiforov bc I adore him, hinata shouyou bc he’s my sunshine son and I gotta mention miyuki kazuya bc his smirks still keep me awake at night 😍😍😍

What I’m currently reading: honestly? my own writes bc I have no time for anything other than editing orz

tagged by @themayflynans and @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you both!! 💕

A - Age: 26

B - Birthplace: poland

C - Current time: 11:50am

D - Drink you last had: just some coke

E - Easiest person to talk to: nowadays it’s gotta be @saniika and @and-then-yoi-happened bc I know I can be as salty and upset as I feel when I talk to them and that it’s alright to just let it all out which is something I wish for everyone to have 💕

F - Favourite song: don’t have one tbh

G - Grossest memory: back in elementary school my class was in warsaw to see the big zoo there and one of the chimpanzees just projectile shat all over our teacher and it was simultaneously the most awesome and the fucking WORST bc she smelled like shit the whole trip back home ugh

H - Horror yes or horror no: depends on what kind of horror but generally? meh

I - In love?: no idea tbh but definitely comfortable in my relationship

J - Jealous of people?: you’ve no idea. jelly and bitter.

L - Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: walk by and actually tell me you’re interested bc I’m a blind pan who is easily confused

M - Middle name: magdalena ;3c

N - Number of siblings: 0

O - One wish: Been keeping Salty’s answers here - yes, to learn to love myself.

P - Person you called last: my mom lol she’s the only one I call, really

Q - Question you are always asked: "so when will you start looking for a job?”

R - Reason to smile: VICTUURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S - Song you sang last: oh man I don’t even remember, I don’t really sing out loud

T - Time you woke up: these days? 6:30am

U - Underwear colour: sea green-blue, turquoise?

V - Vacation destination: I’m going to japan next year to see ice adolescence even if it kills me

W - Worst habit: biting the inside of my cheeks bloody

X - X-rays: my hand when I had a small accident playing badminton, my jaw for my braces

Y - Your favourite food: PIZZA HELLO

Z - Zodiac sign: gemini ;3c

tagged by @theexitgarden and @endlesscloudsoftime, bless you both and thank you for thinking of the old me 💕 

1st RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better:

we’ll be skipping this one bc of reasons //sweats

2nd RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo -I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory- I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concert

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

tagged by @story-kat and @endlesscloudsoftime (astea m’dude ur tagging me in everything and I love you for it)

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SONG(S) TO SING?

I will most often hum or mouth lyrics when I’m writing and my brain gets distracted so it usually is some sort of acoustic cover of a rather popular song, like despacito? lol WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT?

I don’t have one tbh FAVOURITE COLOURS?

anything pastel!! WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE?

I don’t anymore but it used to be some random squigglies??

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA?

2.5 teaspoon of sugar into both + 1/4 milk/cream into the coffee and 1/4 cold water into the tea FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT?

SWEET CANDIES FROM YANKEE CANDLE. BURY ME IN THIS. SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

sunrise bc I don’t even see sunsets anymore (I’m asleep then lol) WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?

the original chloe is what I like most but I would die for dior’s j’adore, it’s so nice 😍😍😍 in the summer I’m wearing masaki’s fluo tho bc it’s sweet and summery

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE?

butt wiggling? maybe? idk man I never really thought about it? lol FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“Because people don’t have wings, we look for other ways to fly.” -- somehow this one always sticks with me bc it’s so beautiful and vivid that you’d never say it’s from a japanese cartoon lmao

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)?

sleeping, kicking back and watching some dumb movie that won’t make me think of anything but how dumb it is

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS?

both? I like fuzzy socks in winter but in summer I go barefoot but sometimes u gotta have something between your skin and the floor so = slippers WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?

brown

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS?

I don’t honestly care but blue eyes when they’re very light creep me out somehow FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY?

don’t have one but as long as it’s not too hot or too cold I’m good NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES?

depends on what you want to achieve? neck kisses will have me melting, cheek kisses smile and nose kisses giggle and possibly blush so YEA THERE’S THAT

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE?

it’s my room. that’s it. this is my happy place

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG?

ANY DOGGO IS A GOOD DOGGO AS LONG AS IT’S NOT THOSE SMOL ONES WHO BITE UR ANKLES FOR NO REASON DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED?

idk, I mean yes I’d like to be married one day but I’m not really in any hurry to get there? CURSIVE OR PRINT?

I don’t honestly care

FAVOURITE WEATHER?

cloudy but not too cold

tagged by @story-kat, thanks for the tag babe!!

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold (BOTH! BOTH IS GOOD)

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macaroons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks for this omg I actually wanted to do this one!! 💕💕

THE AO3 TAG GAME:

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

869 938! holy sheet I’m so close to 1mil???? wowowow o.O

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

I try to write every day, but these days (with renovations going on and my sleeping schedule all fucked up) it’s really hard to find the time and focus to do it orz

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

I actually do! or I did when I was still regularly writing lol it was something like this: cracking open an energy drink, lighting up my fav scented candle, booting up itunes and my writing playlist and generally just spending 5-6h just writing 💕  

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

kinks: pet play, public or semi-public play, voyeurism, doggy style, also actually BOTTOM VITYA,      

tropes: reverse au, time travel, famous aus,

pairing: victuuri. no seconds. we die like man and only stan one (1) gay ship

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

I don’t necessarily have an absolute fav but a fic that I still remember fondly and am beyond sad that got little to no attention is: if there’s a will, there’s a way bc I worked my ass off for it and I love every bit of it so? give it a read if you want to?

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

dazzle me with gold which will be getting an update this weekend ;3c

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

recently? everything. I’m just broken and idk how to fix it bc I can’t even find a good moment to try so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

how sweet and soft everything is when I’m in a good mood bc victuuri deserves this kind of love and I’m so happy writing it for them 🙏🙏🙏

tagged by @amaanogawa, thanks so much ems!!!

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

one actual wip and like... 5 more that just sit and wait their turn? //sweats

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

rip that’s all I write too... tbh I used to write original fiction before but I find myself much less constricted by fanfic? I can explore the characters here more than I can in original fiction where worldbuilding takes most effort

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

oh definitely paper! if I could I’d buy printed out fanfic too!

4) When did you start writing?

I was about 12 I think? it all started with harry potter, like everything else has, and I regret not a second of it!

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

sometimes when i get very excited about what i’m writing i’ll tell my fandom friends about the specific AU that i’m writing about but in terms of reading the full length fic, i don’t have anyone that i let read before anyone else. it’ll be on ao3 for everyone at the same time.

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

my desk, my pc. I can write on my phone but I like to edit as I go and it’s hard to do on the phone.

7) Favourite childhood book?

do I even need to say it? harry potter

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

for fun, but with the aim of possible future publication maybe?

9) Pen and paper or computer?

always computer. i have only recently begun writing fics on my phone because i’ve been traveling a lot and i don’t always have my laptop on my person, but it’s still much more comfortable to sit down and type on a proper keyboard.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

at my uni, yes. and it completely sucked bc they didn’t teach anything, just had us write random shit for 3 years so eh

11) What inspires you to write?

everything? like, any random thing or thought I’m instantly trying to weave into my writing, turn it into a prompt. every new experience is just a basis for me to write on.

but if you’re asking WHY I write: I don’t even know, I’ve never thought about it? it’s kind of like asking why I breathe ahaha I just do? it’s a part of me? idk man idk

tagged by @themayflynans, thanks for this love!!

7/7/7 tag

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

oh wow ok this is a difficult one bc I don’t think I even have a wip 7 pages long //sweats let me see... aha, okay, I found one! from back in march when I asked people to send me over some numbers for one of those writing memes and @theexitgarden I believe (??) sent me the prompt “I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you” for victuuri and I kind of got a blind!victor au from it?? wELP here’s the fragment of it:

His music is vibrant in a way that he couldn't play on his piano alone and the clap of the blades that he can hear from the speakers of his TV makes him only more certain – this boy, Yuuri Katsuki, is skating to the sound of Victor's soul as if it's his own.

He never notices the tears that well up in his eyes until they roll down his cheeks and Makkachin presses against his side, whimpering in concern. Victor runs a trembling hand through her soft fur and takes a deep breath. And then, he decides.

"Yasha," he says when his former coach, his father in all but blood picks up Victor’s call. "I want to do this."

And he does it.

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime again, boy you spoil me ahaha

1. Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?

I have no idea tbh bc even the characters I don’t like wouldn’t be exactly boring, so??? I honestly don’t know

2. What problem or situation did TV / movies make you think would be common, but when you grew up you found out it wasn’t? (i’m lowkey taking a jab at hsm because thanks Disney for making me think high school would be awesome)

hooking up with people ALL THE TIME when you’re in your 20s bc wtf what a bold-faced lie omg

3. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

"how many times can kat click her tongue at random strangers who piss her off by breathing the same air?” and a manip of all the eyerolls I do bc let me tell you... THERE’S A LOT

4. What does “infinite” mean to you?

my love for victor nikiforov

5. If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the soundtrack?

definitely lots of acoustic vibes and harry potter tunes and I can bet your ass that I’d have the yeah yeah yeah ost from yoi bc it’s such a banger and I LOVE IT but also dramatic classical violin and piano bc they pull on my heart and I am weak

6. What item would be your top choice to make into a horcrux?

honestly? my phone probably. I don’t necessarily have other things close to me that I’d use with enough heart to be of any significance to me

7. Who would play you in a movie about your life?

??? no idea lol I’d love for it to be katherine mcnamara bc 1) we share names, 2) her red hair is gorgeous and I’m a redhead, 3) SHE is gorgeous and I’d love to be portrayed by someone that hot 😍😍😍

8. Most relatable scene from any book/movie/anime/etc.?

yuuri’s little gasp when he first saw victor skating bc HARD SAME MY SWEET SON HARD SAME

9. If you were shrunk down and somehow got stuck in a blender, how would you get out?

I’d jump from side to side of it to try and rock it a bit and see if I can flip it over and get out that way? idk man what is this question lol

10. Would you count manga as a piece of literature? Why or why not?

ofc I would? honestly, some manga have even better storylines than written fiction why WOULDN’T it be counted as a piece of literature

11. compliment yourself. (joey, you’re just to freaking good to at making up questions).

oh man... //sweats umm??? good job me on not breaking down yet bc the renovations keep being awful and you’re handling it well?? maybe lol

tagged by @theexitgarden, thanks love, once more!

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

Three Fandoms:

Yuri!!! on Ice

Ace of Diamond

Haikyuu!!

The First Character You Loved:

victor. he’s voiced by suwajun, do I really need to say more?

miyuki!! gosh I do love my asshole sons snarky and mean

hinata bc he’s a ray of sunshine and I even named my doggo after him 💕

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

I gotta copy you garden bc chris took me by surprise too! my love for him started from that little sad look he gave us in the kiss and cry and it blossomed beautifully over time ahhh

sanada omg?? he is literally baseball kuroo so I was not expecting it but I fully embraced it lmao

iwaizumi bc I’m not one to like the mothering types but he’s??? actually so kind and sweet under all that harsh Manly facade it’s so cute

The Character You Relate To The Most:

victor, I’d say, or so I like to think

honestly? miyuki. just look at my url lol

oikawa, probably...

The Character You’d Slap:

I wouldn’t actually, but yurio deserves a good kick on the butt

um??? kataoka? bc TF U MEAN U DON’T KNOW WHO THE ACE SHOULD BE WE KNEW IT FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER YOU DUMBASS

early tsukki bc he’s could use it tbqh

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

victor, yuuri, chris

miyuki, eijun, mei

hinata, kuroo, oikawa

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

no one like that in yoi tbh, my love is only growing

kataoka lol

umm???? idk

A Character You Didn’t Like At First But Do Now:

seung-gil, I’d say. he grew on me lol

raichi, I guess??

to say tsukki, I’d have to actually like him now but it’s more difficult than that bc I didn’t like him at first but now can tolerate him so?? does it count?

Three OTPs:

victuuri, phichimetti, and the third would be very problematic bc I honestly don’t ship anything else in yoi?

miyusawa, chrisawa, sanasawa

KUROHINA YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, oihina, bokuhina

tagged by @sleep-furiously, thanks for the tag, love!!

post five facts about myself ❤

I have a sweet doggo who is the light of my life 💕

I write good shit sometimes

I believe I have good taste

I’m a snark machine when certain buttons are pressed

patience levels run at 0%

wow ok this was A LOT to go through and it took me like 3h to do this holy sheet but at least I had fun and now I have my firefox bookmark free so that’s awesome ahhh!! thanks so much again to everyone for the tags, you guys are amazing and I’m lucky to have you 💕💕💕💕

[poisonappletales]

BATW Update + Ambrosia’s Tips

Good evening, everybody! Some of you might recognize this from Ambrosia’s. It’s also one of her future costumes and hairstyles in Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces). Now, I assume you all would have voted for which style you prefer, so I won’t have to make two different versions all the time.

If you’ve played Ambrosia’s, you’ll be able to see the animation as well - her shoulders rising and falling as she breathes. Her eyes flicker and her hair rustles.

The other characters will have similar animations with some differences. 

About this costume specifically, it’s meant to be evocative of a rose. The red shawl makes up the encircling petals, while the green floor-length skirt is like the stem. Can you see it?

Anyway, I’ve been working on the programming/writing for Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces) lately. Let me give you a brief preview. I’ve edited it to be in first-person story format (from Ambrosia’s perspective) since I feel odd just plunking it down here in game format.

If you’re here just for Ambrosia’s Tips, then feel free to scroll past the excerpt below:

“It’s the Vi I can’t really trust,” Sir Chase said, his eyes like hard flints. “Especially that prince. What’s his name?  Alexandrite?”

I scarcely nodded before he continued, “He’s responsible for more than half of our battles – the ones that could be called massacres. He’s the one who has Onyx on a leash."

At that, I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh, Sir Chase!"

“What? It’s true, isn’t it? Onyx is the prince’s dog. The king’s too, but it’s not like the king does anything other than lay with our women.”  His frown deepened. “For that matter, I don’t trust Onyx either. I feel like he enjoys seeing our men bleed.”

His hazel eyes darkened as he added in a mutter, “Stinkin’ war chief." He snapped his gaze back to me. “In fact, I don’t know which one of the Vi I would really want to sit down and share a meal with."

I wished I could have changed his mind by extolling a few of the Vi’s virtues, but what could I have said? Would he have wanted to hear about how strong and stalwartly the Vi defended us when it spelled their demise?

Would he have wanted to hear how they were our hero when they were the perpetrator behind the Trold’s downfall?

Truth be told, I scarcely even knew the Vi on a personal level.

I couldn’t say that Sir Onyx was an experienced veteran with sage wisdom and a hearty laugh when I never ate with him myself. I couldn’t even tell you how his laugh sounded like.  I had never seen him without his helmet myself.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

I had seen him without his helmet once. I had seen the prince’s visage at that time as well. However, it was so long ago and amidst so many people that I could hardly begin to remember.

Something I will note about the above:

✿ This is from the First Act!

❀ Depending on your choices, you may miss this scene, but I wanted you to learn a little more about the Vi’s reputation, so there you go.

✿ Within a social circle, Ambrosia tends to be the quieter one. In the demo, Jasmine and Rosemary will sometimes go back and forth, while Ambrosia listens or gently tries to keep the peace.

Rosemary is outgoing, Jasmine is opinionated, and Ambrosia is the shy sweetheart. She doesn’t want to interrupt the flow of conversation, and she sees herself as a person who neither draws attention nor deserves it, so it’s better if someone more interesting speaks.

Of course, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have thoughts or strong feelings, as you might have observed in the excerpt above.

By the way, I’m not sure if anyone’s realized this, but Ambrosia is meant to speak with a hint of an “imperfect” accent. Reminiscent of British and oriental - but not the stereotyped sound you might hear in a movie or TV show. Closer to the kind you might hear when someone speaks another language and English isn’t their native tongue.

On one hand, her soft-spoken intonation is a product of her demure nature. On the other...well, I’ll let you find that out yourself later, but it’s why X wonders (in X’s Notes and the bonus scene, pictured directly below) whether she really has an accent.

I’ll leave that there as food for thought. On a side note, I’ve updated Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces) recently to fix minor bugs and typos! I’ve also increased the volume of Ambrosia’s lines since someone mentioned it was a tad low. A big thank you to all of you who are helping us this way.

Now then! Let me give you some tips for when you pay a visit to Ambrosia’s.  ♥

- This is a super short game! Think of it as being episodic, with each update bringing in new features.

- You will run out of questions to ask her. At that point in time, feel free to put down the game and wait for the update. Pay her a visit any time you want some company! The game will automatically save your current number of relationship points.

- When you’re talking to her, don’t forget that it’s a conversation. In between questions, you may want to wait around for her to say something. It shouldn’t take her too long to speak. If you shoot off questions in a row, it’ll sound like a job interview or an interrogation, right? But you can certainly do that if you want to.

- If you raise her suspicion/make her feel Guarded, this is easily fixed. You don’t have to re-download the whole game. In real life, what would you do if you accidentally alarmed someone? You could change the subject to something happier or do something else (like play a game or watch TV). You could also exit the game and come back.

- If you want to know if she’s feeling Guarded, make these choices: Talk to Ambrosia >> You wanted to ask... >> Something in general. >> Ask about how she’s doing.

If you get a statement similar to the screenshot above, that means she’s feeling Guarded.

You can ask her how she’s doing as many times as you want! She won’t treat it as hostile or like an interrogation. She’s happy and honored you’re interested in seeing how she’s doing.

- You don’t have to play in real-time! This is only an option. If you don’t have time for that, you can simulate it by exiting the game and coming back in.  Exiting the game and coming back in is kind of like your webpage’s refresh button.

- You can share your problems with Ambrosia by talking to the screen OR making the following choices: Talk to Ambrosia >> You wanted to talk about... >> You’re feeling down about... >> Any choice (except for Back) >>  Any choice (except for Back)

If you wait around, she’ll say something different when you wait around for her to speak.

If you tell her about an upcoming exam/test or doctor’s appointment, she’ll say something different when you close the game and come back.

- When it comes to watching TV, she won’t recognize every series you type down, but you may be surprised by what she does! As a general rule, she doesn’t like graphic series or shows with offensive content.

If you do pick something that she’s not comfortable with, she’ll let you know! Other times, she may try to push herself to watch what you want. She tries to look for the positive in anything you watch.  But expect her to close her eyes during any scary scenes!

In the screenshot above, this is something she murmurs during one of your TV sittings. (In this case, we randomly went with Game of Thrones.)

- What’s that Update button for? Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces) updates. Each game update/episode will see something new when you click that button!

- Do you want to restart the game? We strongly recommend reading the in-game How to Play, which shows up as one of the beginning choices when you start up Ambrosia’s.

To summarize, here are possible ways to approach Ambrosia (whether it’s the best way or not is up to you!):

♥ Have a conversation with her and don’t ask her too many questions straight in a row. (Make statements by choosing to talk to her about something or wait for her to speak. You can also do some other activities if you like.)

♥ Periodically ask about how she’s doing if you want to know if she’s feeling Guarded (and thus, less forthcoming).

♥ Playing games, watching TV and talking to her will give you a better relationship. When it comes to talking, don’t forget that you might want to treat it like a conversation (i.e. occasionally make statements and/or let her say something to you).

♥ Exit the game and come back to give Ambrosia some space. She’ll treat it as if you stepped out the room and came back. Made a mistake with her? This is what you want to do. It’ll be like refreshing your web browser! 

♥ Forget all that and do whatever you want! If you want to grill her with questions, go for it. Do you want to ask her how she’s doing after every action? You can! How you interact with her is entirely your choice.

♥ Please be patient when waiting for the next update. The story will continue in, shall we say, the next “episode.” After you’ve done all you can do, all you can do is answer the survey and/or wait! Your relationship will carry over to the next update.

♥ If you want to restart the game, read the in-game How to Play for more details. By re-downloading the game, you can restart it...but the How to Play will give you more details! 

♥ Feel free to join the Discord. Whether you’ve played Don’t Take This Risk, Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces), or any one of our other games, you’re welcome there.

As a side note...if you want to maximize your relationship with her, it’s your conversations and activities that matter most. If a week passes but you don’t speak with her, it’ll count for very little. 

What does this mean? If you don’t want to play the game over the course of a few days, spam the exit button and then charge straight back in.  As I said, exiting the game and coming back will be the same as you leaving and returning. An alternative to playing it in real-time.

Tips for the Don’t Take This Risk easter egg:

♥ There’s a 1-in-23 chance of getting it when you first open the game!

♥ You have to specify yourself as female in the prologue.

♥ It won’t show up at all if you exit the game and come back under an hour. Wait at least an hour before trying again.

An update for the game is on the way, so be sure to get your survey answers in! This is your time to let me know what you want to do.

You might have noticed that it’s impossible to go outside. Not to mention, there’s only one game you can play with her (Rock, Paper, Scissors). That’s because I wanted you to tell me where you want to go and what you want to do in the survey. While I could think up a series of random events and activities, I wanted you all to get involved this time. Have fun with it.

Let’s see if I can’t crank out an update next month or the month after that.

Don’t forget to let me know which Art Style you prefer. This will affect the art in Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces), so you better believe your vote counts.

Beauty and the War (X Playing Pieces) is still the main project at the helm here!  I just thought it would grow stale if I kept calling out progress percentages/hallmarks, so I’m trying to make things fun and colorful. It’ll also let me flex my creative muscles while the main dish is still on the way.

That said, if you don’t feel like visiting Ambrosia’s, there’s no pressure!

You can vote for your preferred Art Style right here. 

Ambrosia’s is meant to help you visualize the sprite in-game, together with the animation. Not only that but you can switch between the art styles willy-nilly until you’re sure of your choice.

If you’ve already voted in Ambrosia’s survey, feel free to give this one a go, too!

You see, I find myself in a writing mood (as you may have noticed recently). When I have the time, I’d like to write some extra scenes/short stories/blurbs for you all, so if you feel like it, let me know what you’re interested in reading by voting in the new survey linked above. (When it comes to your preferred Art Style, just tick off the choice that says you answered it already or skip that particular question entirely.)

Some Lovely X Playing Pieces Theories:

♥ @cursedauthor​ [Theory 1] [Theory 2]

♥ @liversquiver​ [Theory 1]

♥  @rose-of-the-winds​ [Theory 1]

You’re all awesome! You know I love reading these. I hope I haven’t missed any out there, but if I have, just let me know. 

I really want to give a shout-out to every single person who’s made something related to my games. Unfortunately, I can’t always be everywhere, and it’s a little past midnight right now, so I’m going to turn in for the evening. I just wanted to be sure I got this update in since I’m sure some of you are curious to know what’s going on. A few of you had some questions about Ambrosia’s as well, so I hope these tips were helpful!

I’ll be going through some of my e-mails tomorrow, and I’ll have a more thorough Fan Corner next time. Keep being wonderful, everybody, and let me know what new thing you’ve made! Your support, no matter what shape or form, never fails to encourage and inspire us all. 

Bonus treat: Before I head off, here’s a Let’s Play of Ambrosia’s - mostly in French. A partly translated version, you might say! Guess who’s playing it? The voice actor who does Don’t Take This Risk’s Unknown in the 2017 Valentine specials and the 2018 Valentine promo here.

Give Nicolas Derre some love and support if you have the time!

Also, since @therealjohannamarie​ brought this up in the comments...

Profanity and cussing. Those don’t exist on Virgo Island. (By that, I’m talking about the f-bombs and other modern-day imprecations.) Just a little fun fact to end this update!

[odderancyart]

Kindness Causes Suffering

An alternative ending to Kindness Gone Wrong

Swapfell

Warnings: Violence, abuse of authority, abuse

He was on one knee. Head bowed. Forced himself not to tremble. The throne room was completely silent, except for the quiet noises from the Queen’s tea drinking. It was a hard silence. Full of faked calm. He could hardly breathe, but forced himself to. To breathe with the soldier’s calm, collected rhythm as he waited for the judgement. Razz could do nothing but wait for her verdict. Wait to get punished for his failure. As he should be. Just like he would correct his soldiers’ behaviour, the Queen would correct his.

A low slurping came from the throne. Resisting the urge to look up, Razz bit down on his lower lip. The waiting was the worst part. He’d been here before. And the Queen was creative, to say the least, when it came to punishing her subordinates. He hated not knowing what would happen, and she knew that very well. She knew him very well. It was a dangerous situation to be in, but expected. One could not trust a stranger, and she needed to be able to trust her Guard. Especially her high-ranked officers. A metal spoon clinked against porcelain. Porcelain hit silk. She must’ve put the cup down.

“Lieutenant,” Her Majesty said calmly. Her voice was icy, and Razz could feel his soul sink. “Do you know why you are here? Speak.”

“YES, MY QUEEN,” Razz replied now when he had permission. His voice was subdued, respectful, but as loud and steady as always. He couldn’t let it waver. Couldn’t let any weakness to be shown. He took in a deep breath before continuing. “I AM HERE BECAUSE I FAILED YOU, YOUR MAJESTY. I ALLOWED THE ATTEMPTED REGICIDES TO GET AWAY. I WAS INCAPABLE OF FINDING THEM AGAIN.”

He lowered his hand, dispelling the sharp bones hovering above. They shattered, falling to the ground. His breath trembled as he sank to the ground, and wide eyelights watched him in shock.

“I-I can’t,” he whispered. His brother froze behind him, and he could feel the insecurity and confusion rolling of Slim in waves. Blue took a step forward, reaching out a hand. He flinched backwards. Glaring at his friends viciously, he hissed, “Get out.”

Sans opened his mouth to speak, but he shook his head. Razz growled loudly. “Get. The fuck out. Before I change my mind.”

They ran.

“Correct. Look at me, Lieutenant.”

A blitz of pain flashed through Razz’s neck with the force he used to look up as quick as possible. His soul felt lighter once he could see what was going on. Despite the knowledge that he was about to go down, he was overcome with relief. It must’ve shown on his face, since the Queen’s mouth twitched in cruel amusement. Other than that, however, her expression was frigid. He almost shivered. Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth a thin line, and she clenched the sceptre in her hand hard.

Razz knew he was one of her favoured warriors. One of her favoured subjects. The entire queendom knew. Normally it was something he was proud of. Yet, in this moment, he wished he wasn’t. When she stared at him like that, with all the hidden fury and disappointment. Being her favourite meant she had higher expectations, and higher expectations meant worse punishments when they weren’t met.

“Shed your armour.”

The order was straight to point, and Razz hurried to comply. After scaling the light iron plates of his upper body, he put them down on the floor, and saluted her.

Meeting her gaze right on, he forced himself to continue to breathe. His hands clenched and he felt marrow drip as his claws pierced the bone. Despite this, the pain was non-existent. Her mouth twisted into a cruel smirk, and she stood up. He stood frozen in attention as she slowly sauntered up to him with her long, purple cape dragging behind. For a few moments, she simply stood in front of him quietly. Regarding him with a disappointment which hurt his soul. Then, before he could brace himself, a white paw came flying.

His head was thrown to the side as it collided with his cheek. Tears gathered in his sockets. He stumbled backwards, fighting to keep himself upright. For now, he was too much in shock to feel the pain. Razz knew it would come, though. Lifting a hand, he wiped some marrow off his cheek and took a deep breath while preparing for her next blow. Without warning, the pain blossomed up, hot and burning. He chipped after air as her paw came flying again.

The throne room was silent once again. Just like before, Razz was on the floor. The Queen was on her throne. She was smiling contently. Marrow dripped from Razz’s mouth, hitting the dead flowers on the ground and turning them crimson. Like in that human fairy tale he’d read when he was a babybones, he remembered, wheezing out a laugh. Alice in Wonderland. His ribcage ached at the laughter. He was quite sure multiple ribs were broken.

One of his arms was pressed tightly against his ribs, broken as well as bruised. How hard didn’t you have to hit to bruise bone? He chuckled at the thought. He didn’t have to wonder. With every breath, pain flashed through his entire body. Her Majesty hummed happily.

“I trust you have learnt your lesson, Lieutenant?” she asked calmly, like she hadn’t just beaten him half to death, and he bowed his head in confirmation. A huff. “I want an answer.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he gasped out. “I won’t let you down again.”

She smiled. A kind, understanding smile. Razz wasn’t sure whether it made him feel better or worse. That she would smile like that after beating him half to death. That she would smile like that after he had betrayed her. That she would smile like that proved she had forgiven him. At least enough.

“Good,” the Queen nodded. She stepped down from her seat, and he held back a flinch as she walked toward him. Her hands glowed green, and he relaxed. Soft paws pressed against his ribs, and he felt them attach back together. He sighed in relief. Not all the pain left, not even most of it. But enough for him to be able to defend himself, at least. Her Majesty straightened. “You may leave. You know the rules, Lieutenant. Your dog – and everyone else for that part – is not allowed to heal you. I want you to learn from your mistakes.”

“I KNOW, YOUR MAJESTY,” he said, standing up. He bowed deeply, despite how the movement made him lose his breath. She nodded again, dismissing him. Once he had gathered his armour, he bowed again, feeling a few bone chips dig into his spine, and backed out of the room.

As soon as the doors closed behind him, Slim was by his side. The taller growled as he studied his wounds. Yet he made no movements to heal him – he knew what the consequences would be if he tried to. Both would receive an even worse punishment if they went against the Queen’s direct orders.

“are you okay, m’lord?” he asked, worry too apparent in his voice. But what did it matter, really, Razz thought. He was pretty sure the entire Underground knew the skeleton brothers would kill and die for each other. It was both a danger and an asset.

Razz only stared at him with tired eyes before holding out his arm. Slim grabbed it, and they teleported home.

As soon as they arrived in the living room, he sank down on the couch. Normally he wouldn’t let himself to be so lazy, but he was so tired. So tired, and everything hurt. He’d just sit down for a few moments and then he’d get back. to. Business. His thoughts got slower, and he felt his eyelids drop…

A loud yell made him sit up with a start. He gasped in pain, but ignored it as he searched the room for dangers. As a familiar face appeared, the tension ran out of his body and he sank back into the couch. Razz sighed and obediently opened his mouth as Alphys shoved a burrito into his face. The taste was indescribable – no it wasn’t, it was awful, he had spent too much time around this weaklings in the Taleverses who didn’t dare to tell the truth – but he chewed and swallowed anyway. A rush of magic went through his bones, immediately making him feel better. Healing magic was forbidden, but food wasn’t.

“You f-fucking idiot!” Alphys yelled, making his head pound violently. He winced, but she took no notice. “I kn-know p-perfectly well t-there’s no way those tr-traitors actually g-g-got away. You k-know Snowdin like your own g-goddamn pocket, Sans. You let th-them go!”

She continued to rant, and Razz only vaguely followed. The room was spinning slightly. Eventually he sighed, and leaned back heavily. Very quietly he said, “It was Sans and Blue.”

Her eyes widened and she fell quiet immediately. Alphys stared at him in disbelief. “W-what?”

“To protect me from her,” he explained, voice no louder than before. A bitter chuckle made its way up his throat. “Those fools actually believed they’d make the Underground better by killing the Queen. Even better-“ he was grinning humourlessly now, “-the morons thought they could actually do it.”

They laughed. The sound was empty and bitter and cold. Razz shook from it. Squeezed his arms over his still-hurt ribcage to keep the pain at a minimum. Once they trailed off, Alphys put another of her burritos in front of his face, which he ate. After only a couple bites, his HP was back to full even if his injuries remained. Just like Her Majesty wished.

“So w-what h-h-happens now?” Alphys eventually asked. Her voice was a little softer, just enough for the compassion to be audible, and Razz shook his head. Drawing his legs up on the couch, he curled into a ball and hid his face in his legs. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to see Blue and Sans ever again after this. His voice was quiet, weak, as he replied.

“I don’t know.”

[not-a-space-alien]

Aziraphale’s Legion, Part 8: All Hell Breaks Loose

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Series masterpost

On AO3

“Lord Aziraphale,” said the whisper in his ear.

Aziraphale jerked out of his sound sleep and flailed, tangled in the sheets.  “What?  What?” he said, looking around wildly.  Crowley sat up beside him too, rubbing his eyes.

Botis stood back from the bed, standing at attention, his armor rattling.  He was barely visible in the midnight gloom.  “Lord Aziraphale, there is something downstairs that requires your immediate attention.”

“Oh,” he said, sagging. “All right.”

As he stood and began to rifle through his clothes, Botis said, “Master, please hurry.”

He was still fixing his tie as he came down the stairs into the bookshop.

The front door of the shop was broken, glass shards littering the floor everywhere.  And there was a small boy holding a hammer among the shelves, shaking and crying.

It was frightening how much this boy looked like Adam had when he was younger, with a grubby t-shirt, torn jeans, and messy, wavy blonde hair.  The angry tears were not something Aziraphale had ever seen on Adam, however. Aziraphale might have been angry about the broken door, but he didn’t think there was time for that.

“My dear boy,” said Aziraphale in what he hoped was a soothing voice.  “Are you all right?”

“Are you the principality Aziraphale?” said the boy.

“Yes, I am.”

The hammer slipped from fingers far too small for it and thudded onto the floor.  “Kill me, then.”

“What?” said Aziraphale.

“Kill me.”

“W-Why?”

“You killed my father, you killed my brother.  Might as well finish me off too.”

“Hold on,” said Crowley, kneeling down and holding his hands out.  “It’s all r—”

“I wasn’t talking to you!” the boy screamed.

Crowley flinched back, because it was the voice of his old lord, that rage-filled, authoritarian roar. The scream Adam had used to simply command information to come to him, to order away the darkness that had been tormenting him.  The one that demanded complete and total submission down to one’s very bones.

“Forgive me, master!” Crowley said, his voice cracking.

The boy’s face contorted into anger, and Crowley felt horror welling up from inside him.  It had been a reflex.  It was the same voice, that same voice that he had begged to forgive him through blood, sweat, and tears as the pain kept coming and coming and coming no matter what he did, until he let himself give up trying to extract mercy out of Satan and just scream and call Aziraphale to save him.

“You heard him, didn’t you?  You think I’m just like him, don’t you?” said the boy, his voice reverberating with that same infernal tinge again.

“N-no!” said Crowley, still kneeling, but now as a desperate supplication rather than a kindness. “No, I didn’t m-m…”

“Young man,” said Aziraphale, and the boy’s eyes snapped back up to him.  “Please stop that.  You’re hurting him.”

The boy looked to Crowley again, who had a faraway look in his eyes, somewhere else mentally.

“I’m not going to kill you,” said Aziraphale.  “You can quit that nonsense.”

“Why not?” said the boy, wiping his face.

“Well, I—well, because—oh, look here comes Adam.”

This last part was said with no small amount of relief as Adam entered the room, still in his pajamas and looking alarmed.  As soon as his eyes fell to the boy, his face hardened with resolve and understanding.

Aziraphale tugged Crowley’s arm and pulled him up, holding him close and sneakily planting a kiss on him. Adam took his place, squatting down.

“Hi, I’m Adam.  What’s your name?”

The boy swallowed.  “You’re Adam?”

“Who else would I be?”

“They told me you were dead.”

“They say a lot of things you shouldn’t listen to,” said Adam.  “Now tell me, what’s your name?”

“Noah,” said the boy, wiping his face.

“Noah, are you all right?”

“No.”

“Would you like some help?”

The boy nodded, his eyes welling with tears again.

Adam took Noah’s hands and led him to the back room.  Aziraphale thought it might be prudent to leave the two of them alone for now.

“Are you all right, dear boy?” said Aziraphale to Crowley.

“Y-yeah.  It was just…  he sure does take after his old man, doesn’t he?” said Crowley weakly.

Aziraphale kissed him again. “His ‘old man,’ as you put it, is dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.  Don’t forget that.”

“R-right.”

In that moment Aziraphale felt more proud of himself for offing Satan than he ever had.  The fact that he had managed to kill someone who brought so much pain and fear upon Crowley gave him immense satisfaction.

The two of them went back to the bedroom.  Botis was still by the bed, apparently too scared to have followed them down.

“Thank you for alerting us, Botis,” said Aziraphale.  “Excellent work, as usual.”

Botis puffed up at that a bit, but still said nothing.  Aziraphale eventually had to shoo him away so he and Crowley could have their privacy.

After a few minutes, Adam appeared in the door, still in his pajamas but this time holding a beer.

“Really, dear boy?” said Aziraphale.

“Fuck it,” said Adam, cracking it open.  “I’m going to need a lot of alcohol to deal with this.”

“How is he?”

“He fell asleep almost as soon as I put him on the couch.  Poor kid was exhausted.”

The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Crowley began to count on his fingers.  “Let’s see, Aziraphale, your legion now consists of fifteen first-class warrior angels—including the archangel Michael himself—a horde of demonic field agents, traitors to their previous masters, including the biggest traitor Hell has to offer and a rogue archdemon, two antichrists, a human with enough chutzpah to talk back to anyone, and a hellhound in the shape of a Jack Russell mix—oh, and a cat.  Wouldn’t want to forget about Mittens.”

“Maybe I’ll start including her when she stops sharpening her claws on the shelves,” muttered Aziraphale. “My, this is getting a bit crowded, isn’t it?”

“What was that thing I said was going to happen as soon as the new antichrist shows up?” said Crowley.

“Literally everyone Hell is after is under this roof right now,” said Adam hysterically through chugs of beer.  “We are so fucked.”

“Now hold on a minute,” said Aziraphale.  “Yes, all right, surely we’re bound to draw attention to ourselves now…  But we have the antichrist!  Armageddon can’t start unless someone can get him off of us. And we’re sitting in an anti-demon fortified residence with Heaven’s most enthusiastic demon-killer bloodthirsty on the roof.”  He leaned back.  “It’s going to take a lot to get through us.”

“Well, they’re going to bring a lot,” said Crowley, and snorted.  “Adam to kick everything off, and Noah to see us through the flood.  Fitting.”

Aziraphale looked perturbed. “I’m going to reinforce the glyphs on the shop,” he said, scuttling away.

They thought it might be prudent to have Adam look after Noah, who slept until midday.  Adam spent some time talking to him in a low voice and only came out once halfway through to report that Noah wanted sweets.

“I think I know someone who can arrange that,” said Aziraphale, and at their request there was another tray of chocolate chip biscuits soon.

Finally, Adam finished his conversation with Noah.  Maltha had been hovering nearby with Beth and leapt to join them as soon as he came out.  

Adam was holding yet another beer, which he snapped open and began to drink with bravado.  “Well,” he said after belching.  “It seems Hell has really learned from their mistake with me.”

“How do you mean?” said Crowley.

He took another swig of alcohol before continuing, “They gave him to an abusive fuckhole of a family this time so he would grow up to hate the Earth instead of love it like I did.”

“Oh, dear,” said Aziraphale.

“It makes perfect sense,” said Crowley.  “If he hates it, he’s all the more likely to want to destroy it.  It’d make sure it actually goes off this time.”

“He’s only nine,” said Aziraphale, dismayed.  “How bad was it?”

“Didn’t want to pry,” said Adam.  “But it sounds bad.  From what I can make of the situation, he had no idea there was anything special about him until Satan’s death, at which point a duke who had been keeping an eye on him—whose name he doesn’t know—snatched him up and took him to Hell, claiming to be escorting him for the funeral.  I think they were trying to use their position as Noah’s caretaker as leverage for the claim that they should be the one to succeed Satan.”

“As a regent ruler until Noah grows up,” said Maltha.  “If Noah were to be Satan’s successor, he would need a duke or an archdemon to sit on the throne until he was old enough.”

“But obviously something must have went wrong,” prompted Aziraphale.

“Noah hated Hell even more than he hated Earth.”  Adam took another sip.  “And he didn’t like all the attention he was getting.  So he ran away.  I think he’s just been wandering around by himself!  The little guy is all worn out.  I think he decided that going to his ‘enemies’ would finally end everything.”

Hence Noah’s tearful insistence that Aziraphale should kill him.  “Poor kid,” said Crowley.

“What did they tell him about us?” said Aziraphale.

“That you had murdered me, apparently.  He thought Aziraphale was a vicious warlord trying to usurp Hell’s throne.  He was under the impression you were actively trying to hunt him down.  I’m not sure if they lied to him to make him scared or if that’s what they really believe.”

Crowley snorted, trying to hide his laughter.  Aziraphale swallowed his protest that he could be vicious if he felt inclined.  “Well, did you set him straight?” he said instead.

“Yes,” said Adam, with a small laugh.  “We should go talk to him.”

Noah was sitting on the couch in the back room with his short legs dangling off it.  He was petting Dog, who was sitting contentedly on his lap, and didn’t look up at them as they entered.

Adam took his place on the couch next to Noah.  “Now, Noah has something he’d like to say to you.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said to Crowley.  Then to Aziraphale, “I’m sorry I broke your door.”

When he said nothing else, Adam prodded him with his foot, and he continued, “I was upset, but that’s not an excuse.”

“That’s all right, young man,” said Aziraphale.  “I see someone has already cleaned it up and fixed the door.”

“That was Adramelech,” said Adam.  “Said the mess was intolerable.”

“Thought that might be the case.  Noah, are you finding your stay here enjoyable so far?”

He nodded.

Aziraphale suddenly noticed that Botis had taken up position guarding the entryway to the back room where they were having their conference. He leaned off the couch to peer at him. “Botis?”

Botis swung around to face him.

“Is everything all right?”

Botis’s face peeled into a facial expression it took a moment to register as a smile.  The size of his canine teeth made the effect rather unsettling.  “Everything is under control, lord.”

Botis turned back around without waiting for a reply.  Aziraphale looked at his back strangely.  “…All right. Where were we?”

“I like the dog,” said Noah, rubbing Dog’s ear.  “But the cat keeps running away from me.”

“That’s probably for the best,” said Crowley.  “Abraxas is very particular about who touches her.”

“Noah, I want you to feel safe here,” said Aziraphale.  “Whatever they told you about us, just forget it, all right?”

“I was so happy,” said Noah. “They said my father wasn’t my real father, but then it turns out my real father is someone everyone hates even more. I hate this.  I wish this would all go away.”

They all shifted uncomfortably.  “Noah, you can put that all behind you now.”

“You’re probably just going to hurt me too.”

“Hey, come on,” said Adam, taking Noah’s hand in his own.  “That’s not true.  We talked about this.”

He looked at his feet.

“You were really opening up to me earlier.”

“I don’t like them,” said Noah, casting his glance at the demons in the room.

Adam sighed.

Aziraphale caught out of the corner of his eye that Oryss and two other demons had appeared in the doorway and were speaking rapidly to Botis in low, harsh whispers.

Aziraphale leaned out again. “Is something going on?”

The other demons disappeared from the doorway, leaving Botis alone once more.  “Nothing you need to trouble yourself about, lord.  You have an important guest.”

The way Botis stood blocking the only entrance to the room with a hawkish gaze was indicative of anything but nothing.  “Are you sure?”

“Certainly, lord.”

“…All right.” Aziraphale turned back towards Noah.

“He didn’t have good experiences in Hell,” said Adam.

“As if anybody ever has,” muttered Crowley .

“Well, yes but… I mean, he was being held by higher-ups that were using him as a tool.  Everyone was fighting over him.  Tell me that doesn’t sound terrifying to a nine-year-old, even if it wasn’t taking place in Hell.”

They all looked at Noah, who was quietly absorbed in petting Dog, trying to pretend like they weren’t talking about him.

Maltha leaned off the couch. “Hey, Noah?”

He looked up at her with discomfort.

“The people from Hell were scary, weren’t they?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounded like he wanted to cry.

“Well, you know what the secret is to dealing with scary monsters?”  She gave him a fang-laden grin.  “Get a scarier monster.  I’ll have you know most of those people you’re scared of are scared of me.”

Noah looked her up and down, as if he did not quite believe her.

She tapped her temple. “I’m a lot tougher than I look, and they all know it.  So if you ever need help, you can count on me, you got it?”

“All right,” said Noah, though it sounded like he was only agreeing to get the attention off himself.

“It sounds like whoever had him in Hell tried to get him to use his powers prematurely,” said Adam.

Aziraphale’s eyes fell to Noah.  “So he doesn’t know how to use them yet?”

“I don’t think so,” said Adam.  “At least, not consciously.  When I was his age, I was affecting things without realizing it, but the floodgate of being able to make decisions didn’t open until I figured it out under the right stress.”

Stress. If they were crueler, they might have been able to persuade Noah to unlock his Satanic powers.  That would make him the most powerful being in this chess game, after all. There was no telling what might happen if they were to do that, though. Noah seemed much less emotionally stable than Adam, and more prone to manipulation.  If he started using his powers, it might start Armageddon instead of help them.

“Angel,” murmured Crowley from beside him.  “I can tell what you’re thinking. We can’t put Noah in battle.  He’s a child.”

“Er…” said Aziraphale, flushing.  There was no use trying to defend himself. Crowley knew him too well.  “Well, protecting Noah has to be our first priority.”

Abraxas was now in the doorway, speaking angrily and with a significant amount of hand gestures, but too quietly to hear.  Botis stayed planted firmly in the doorway.  Abraxas made a move to go past him, but he matched her movement and blocked her.

“Is there something you needed, Abraxas?” said Aziraphale, raising his voice.

Abraxas looked at Aziraphale with inexplicable guilt.

“Abraxas was just leaving,” said Botis. “Isn’t that right?”

“Nothing, lord,” said Abraxas, turning away from the back room.

“What’s happening out there?” muttered Crowley.

“Er…I’m sure Botis has it under control,” said Aziraphale.

Maltha looked out the doorway, unconvinced.

“Anyway,” said Aziraphale. “Protecting Noah should be our priority. Can we…I don’t know, get reinforcements from somewhere? Surely Heaven could send down some more warriors?”

“Angel, have you forgotten so soon?” said Crowley.  “Heaven wants the war.  I’m positive they’ve no idea what’s going on down here, or they’d be demanding Michael come back up and abandon us so the matter of Satan’s successor could be settled and they can get on with fighting.  If we contact them, they’ll probably order us to give the antichrist to the first archdemon who comes along.  Not to mention we just barely managed to convince the last batch of warriors not to kill us instead.  I don’t have a lot of confidence we’ll be able to do it again.”

“Oooh, I suppose you’re right,” Aziraphale fretted.  “What about Hell? Maltha? Can you think of any potential allies?”

Maltha appeared deep in thought.

Adramelech was now speaking to Botis.  Aziraphale could tell something was wrong by two things: One, that Adramelech had not taken the time to put on any of his gaudy jewelry; and two, he was holding Mittens, who was shedding fur all over the colourful clothing he was so fussy about. Dog started barking as soon as Mittens was in his line of vision.

Aziraphale got up off the couch. Adramelech disappeared before he could reach the doorway.

“Botis,” said Aziraphale in a strained whisper.  “What is going on?”

Botis pulled Aziraphale aside and whispered very quickly. “We did not want to alarm either of the antichrists, but we have reason to believe someone within our ranks is scheming against your wishes.”  

“What?” said Aziraphale, alarmed.

“Please stay back here where I can guard you until we have completed our investigation.  I will let no harm come to you as long as I’m still standing.”

Aziraphale sat back down on the couch, grimacing.

“What’s going on, angel?”

Aziraphale looked at Noah, still red from crying, thinking of how he was already nervous around them. Botis had been exactly right to not say it in front of him.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” said Aziraphale.  “Where were we? Maltha?  Any chance of reinforcements?”

“I think,” said Maltha slowly, “that if we were to extend a request for help to Mammon, she would come to our aid.”

“The archdemon of Greed?” said Aziraphale.

“Yes.”

“Oh.  Ah…all right then.”  Two archdemons and an archangel would make them a very formidable foe to reckon with indeed.  “How do we contact her?”

“Unfortunately I have not spoken with her in millenia,” said Maltha.  “I have no way of reaching her.”

Crowley sighed and put his head in his hands.

Botis suddenly darted away from the doorway with a yell.  An explosion of movement erupted in the next room to a chorus of yells, accompanied by the sound of bodies slamming to the ground.

Alarmed, everyone but Noah rose from their seats.

“Stay here with him,” said Aziraphale to Adam.  “Maltha, Crowley, come on.”

They came out to find a group of demons had dogpiled someone on the floor.  Botis immediately moved to put himself between them and Aziraphale.

“What’s going on?” he said.

“Sir!” said Botis, saluting. “There’s no need to be alarmed! We’ve got the situation under control! Now that we’ve got this sorted out, you can pass your judgement.”

“….judgement?” said Aziraphale, not liking the sound of it.

“Lord Aziraphale!” said Oryss, her head sticking up from the dogpile.  “Abraxas was going to murder the antichrist!”

Aziraphale stood there stunned.  “Wh-what?”

The demons slowly untangled themselves, revealing a very unhappy Abraxas on the very bottom, scuffed up and being held by multiple pairs of arms.

“She wouldn’t,” said Aziraphale.  “None of you would do something like that.”

Adramelech came forwards with a shiny metal object and bowed as he presented it to Aziraphale.

“This is the Golden Dagger of Meggido!” exclaimed Aziraphale, weighing the weapon in his hand. “Where did this come from?”

“Abraxas had it,” said Adramelech.

Aziraphale looked at Abraxas.  “Is…Is this true?  You were going to try and murder Noah?”

Abraxas bit her lip. “Master, I thought I could save you from having to make the decision—”

“You were,” said Aziraphale, dismayed.  “You were going to murder this child right after I had offered him protection!  What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of the Earth!” she burst out.  “That’s all I was thinking of!  That’s all I ever wanted!  It can’t be destroyed if he’s not around to do it! I-I was….” Her voice dropped.  “I was thinking of all the innocent animals…the cats, the dogs, the—”

“Dolphins,” said Crowley, putting his hands in his pockets.  “Gorillas.”

Abraxas nodded. “Master, I only wanted….I thought it might be for the best…I didn’t realize...I—”

“This was a mistake, Abraxas.  You realize that?  Our guest has just come from the hands of people who wished to abuse and manipulate him. We had to show him we were different. And now this.”

“F-forgive me, master,” said Abraxas.  “I…I won’t do it again.  He needn’t know.”

Aziraphale looked from Abraxas to the dagger to the back room, where both Adam and Noah were looking out with wide eyes.  It seemed it was a bit too late for Noah not to know.

This was it, he supposed. You couldn’t take in a horde of demons who all had free will and then expect them all to be perfectly obedient to you.  Would he have fallen in love with Crowley if he was a docile and submissive creature? Would Abraxas have abandoned her former master to fight for Earth had she been flawlessly loyal?

Would any of these demons have disobeyed Hell if they were not also willing to disobey him?

They seemed to be able to tell what he was thinking, and they all stood around gripping Abraxas tightly. Their eagerness to catch her and bring the problem to him already resolved suddenly made perfect sense.

Wills of their own. Doing what they thought was right, rather than what they were told. That was the essence of the problem, wasn’t it? That was what Heaven always got upset about. That was what Hell made a fuss over. That was what had gotten every supernatural entity in this building in trouble at one point or another.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Maltha leaned over him to whisper into his ear.  “You can’t let her off easy.”

“What?” said Aziraphale, strained.  “You’re saying I should be just like any demon lord and—”

“No,” Maltha cut him off. “It doesn’t need to be extreme, but you must punish her.  If you don’t make it explicit that they need to do what you say instead of what they think you want, you’ll lose control of them. And you need to show Noah you’re serious about respecting him, or you’ll have no hope of winning him over to the cause of the Earth.”

Aziraphale looked down at Abraxas, who was on her knees.  Mittens had appeared and was rubbing against her, but she ignored the cat, her eyes wide and desperate on Aziraphale.

It did not seem right. How could he demand unquestioning obedience when he himself had never been unquestioningly obedient? When that was what brought him and Crowley together?

But it didn’t seem right to not do it either.  Abraxas had been about to murder a child.  And then he flushed with guilt, knowing he had once done the same thing, and he scrambled to find some justification for himself that would not also apply to Abraxas, but he was failing.

“Aziraphale,” said Maltha into his ear again, a bit testily.  “You are the lord.  This is what being a ruler is about.  Making difficult decisions.  Do not let them see that you are not able to deal with that responsibility.”

“All right,” said Aziraphale with a sigh.  “Abraxas, you must be punished for this.”

She swallowed and said miserably, “Of course, master.  I’ll accept whatever punishment you give me.”

Aziraphale could feel the eyes of the other demons on him.  This was it. He had to set a precedent.  It had to be appropriate.  He found himself able to only think of things that would be far too light, that they, who were used to prolonged torture for their mistakes, probably wouldn’t even consider punishment.  

But he couldn’t do anything like that!  He was an angel, and these demons…

He had grown to care for them more than he’d like to admit.  He could never do something like that to anyone he saw so much of Crowley in.

He swallowed, an idea forming in his mind.  “I suppose…it’d only be fair that, since Noah was your intended victim, that he decides what should be done with you.”

“No!” said Abraxas immediately, total panic overwhelming her features.  “Master, please.  If he is anything like his f-father…”

The other demons had gone pale and weren’t making eye contact with him.  He suspected he might have made a mistake, but it was too late to take it back now.  He turned to Crowley.  “Go get him, would you, please?”

Abraxas had been doing an admirable job of controlling her emotions until the tears started leaking from her eyes.  “Master, I beg you to have mercy.  I made a mistake, I won’t do it again, I won’t…”

Noah had a blank look on his face as he came into the room, Adam still holding his hand.  Dear God, maybe this is a bad idea after all, thought Aziraphale.  What if he picked something extremely harsh?  Would he have to go through with it?  Could he pull back and decide something else?

If Noah turned out to be a sadist who demanded Abraxas be tortured, he realized suddenly, that wouldn’t bode well for his opinion of what should be done with the Earth…

“Why’s she doing that?” said Noah as Abraxas cowered and bowed to him.

“You’d do well to get used to people doing that to you,” said Maltha softly.

“Noah,” said Aziraphale, but then words failed him, paralyzed with indecision.

“Angel,” said Crowley, nudging him.  “Do it, or don’t.”

“Noah,” said Aziraphale, plunging forwards, “this is Abraxas.  She had planned to do something very bad, She—She thought that you were dangerous, and decided it would be better to get rid of you.”

“You mean she was going to kill me,” said Noah, flustered.  “I’m not stupid.  I knew you weren’t going to be any different.”

“Wait, Noah,” said Aziraphale.  “We are different.  We want to keep you safe, we want you to—to know that we’re not going to manipulate you or control you.  So we’re going to let you decide what punishment she gets.”

Abraxas let out a quiet whimper, balling her hands into fists.

“I get to decide?” said Noah.  “I can make you do whatever I want to her?”

Aziraphale did not like the way he had phrased that, but nonetheless answered, “Yes.”

Noah had an “eye-for-an-eye” look on his face, and opened his mouth to speak.  Adam swooped in and took his hand.  “Noah, come over here for a minute, I want to talk to you.”

He pulled the boy into the corner and knelt down to speak to him quietly.  “Noah, have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Be the change you want to see in the world’?”

Noah shook his hood.

“I’ll tell you what it means, then.  It means that if you want to make the world better, you have to start by behaving the way you think everyone should behave.  This way, others will see you and follow your example.  Does that make sense?”

Noah nodded.

“Noah, you’ve never had power over anyone else, have you?  You’ve never gotten to decide anything like this before, have you?”

A shake of the head.

“Well, there was one point in time when I held power over the entire world.  I could have done whatever I wanted with it.  I wasn’t much older than you, but I had something you didn’t: I had my friends with me.  And they helped me realize something.  If you have power, you must always use it to be kind to others.  Do you remember what Hell was like?”

Nod.

“Did you like it?”

“No.  It was awful.”

“That is what happens when someone who has power does not use it to be kind.  Do you want Earth to be like that too?  Or would you like it to be better?”

“I want it to be better than that.”

“Okay.  Listen, I’ve also learned something about people, and it also applies to these people, ‘cause they’re almost people.  If you’re kind to them, they will usually return the favor.  Even if they’ve done things you’re angry at them for, if you try to get along with them anyway, sometimes they can turn out to be great friends who will come through for you when you need them.”  He glanced at Aziraphale and Crowley, who seemed to miss the meaning of what he had said.

He gestured to Abraxas. “Look at her face, Noah.  What does she look like?  What do you think she’s feeling?”

“She’s scared.”

“It’s because you have power over her.  You’ve been in that position, haven’t you?  Think about your father—your human father, not Satan.  Weren’t there plenty of times when you were scared like that because of the power he had over you?”

“Yes.”

“And when that happened, what did you wish for?  What did you want to happen?”

“I wished he would be gentler with me.”

Adam patted him on the shoulder, then steered him back over towards the group.  “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

All eyes were on Noah, who was now red and dawdling with indecision.

“You won’t do it again?” he finally said.

“No,” sobbed Abraxas. “I won’t.  It was a mistake.  Please forgive me.”

Noah squared his shoulders. “Then I’ve decided.  For your punishment, you…. You have to let me hold your cat.”

Abraxas did not seem to understand at first, and remained on her knees processing it.  “Oh,” she said after a moment, sagging with relief. “A-all right.  Of course.”

Mittens let out a mrrow of protest as she was lifted off the ground and handed gently to Noah, whose arms were almost too small to hold such a fat animal.

Abraxas cautiously put her hand on Noah’s shoulder, still sniffling.  “She-she’s very soft, isn’t she?”

“Mmm-hmm,” said Noah, burying his face in Mittens’s flank.  “We had a cat at home, but Papa would always kick him and he didn’t like to be touched.”

“W-Well, that’s not the proper way to do it.”

“I know.”

“I think she likes you, young master.”

Noah’s eyes looked glazed. “Young master?”

Abraxas nodded, her face still splotchy.

Heavy footsteps sounded upstairs.  The cat, who by now had learned to flee the sound of Michael’s approach or suffer his affection, squirmed violently and leapt from Noah’s arms.

“Shit,” said Aziraphale, diving between Noah and the stairs. None too early:  Michael appeared, clomping down them, looking excited.

“I heard something going on down here,” he said as Angelo finally caught up with him, out of breath.

Michael might not have noticed Noah camouflaged behind Aziraphale’s legs had the child not spoken.

“Who’s that?” said Noah.

Michael’s eyes flew down to the antichrist.  Aziraphale cringed.  

“Who’s that?” Michael repeated.  He knelt down.  Noah drew further behind Aziraphale.

“That’s…” Angelo gasped. “That’s the antichrist!”

“That’s the antichrist?” said Michael.

“Er…well, yes,” Aziraphale admitted.

They all waited for a tense second, then another, holding their breath for Michael’s response.

“He’s…” the archangel said, eyes watering.  “He’s so cute.”

“Hold on,” said Angelo, sounding alarmed.  “How did we get the new antichrist?”

“He just kind of showed up,” said Crowley.

“He just showed up?”

“I got tired,” said Noah, as if that explaining anything at all.

Angelo’s dark face was growing pale.  “Aziraphale…you realize what this means?  Don’t you? Surely we all do?”

Absolute delight danced on Michael’s face.  “They’re finally coming.  All of Hell.”

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Rules: Tag 10 people you would like to get to know better. Repost, don’t reblog.

Were tagged by @lovemizumikan! Thank you! *^*

Favorite place:

Cristina: Is the bed considered a place? ._. Francesca: my home, of course. Everything I need is there uwu Valentina: the beach. I really like staring at the sea.

Relationship status:

C: I’m the secret mistress of Ian Somerhalder (so sshhh)… ok ok, seriously… I’m single =3= F: taken ❤️ V: married to thousands fictional characters. In real life I’m single.

Favourite color:

C: Well… Black, grey, fuchsia and recently I discovered a passion for the bordeaux. As you can see i love flashy colors haha XD F: every. single. shades. of. blue………… and purple. V: do you know Sharpay Evans? If I could, I’d be like her: pink car, shirts, dresses, phone, everything has to be pink. xD

Pets:

C: a dog and 3 goldfish… that’s it XD [Francesca comments: such a lovely dog.] F: none but I’ll be a future cat lady for sure. No doubt about it uWu V: none but I would love a little dog. :3

Last song I listened:

C: Hmmm… I don’t remember .-. , but I’m pretty sure it was a Christina Grimmie’s song ^^; F: I’m a believer by SPYAIR (from Haikyuu!!) and Hikari Are by BURNOUT SYNDROMES (from Haikyuu!!) [I love this anime so much!!! c;c I’m ready for the next season *W*] V: Oceania (Moana) soundtrack and Hikari Are by BURNOUT SYNDROMES (from Haikyuu!!)

Favourite TV show:

C: Oh, well just a few… The Big Bang Theory, 2 Broke Girls, MOM, One Piece, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Adventure Time, Case Closed Detective Conan, and others that i can’t remember right now XD F: The Big Bang theory, Bones, Detective Conan, Haikyuu!!, One Piece  and YURI ON ICE (Yurio x Otabek is LIFE ❤️) V: Detective Conan, Haikyuu!! (Tobio, Suga and Noya are my precious babies ❤️), One Piece, Once Upon a Time, Bones and The big bang theory!

First fandom:

C: Kodomo No Omocha ❤️ F: Twilight. I was so obsessed! Rethinking about it I was quite embarrassing: I used to kiss Robert Pattinson posters >>>>>>>>>>>>> V: my first obsession, and by obsession I mean “I can’t stop thinking about. I can’t stop talking about. It’s so amazing. I found my light and my babies”, was High School Musical. xD

Hobbies:

C: EATING, DEFINITELY! XD… reading, listening to music, playing (a lil’ bit) the keyboard :3 F: drawing, taking photos, watching anime, making some edits, playing Pokémon Go (team Mystic 😎), reading in general and the ones I care the most: eating (I love cakes and biscuits) and sleeping. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و V: reading and playing some video games, taking photos, making edits. I’d love to learn to make some fan videos too but cursing is a huge waste of energy and I’m a little ball of laziness so there’s no deal.

Favourite book:

C: Harry Potter ** I’m Ravenclaw! ** F: how can I choose just one book? *mystical crisis mode on* V: "Scarlet“ by Marissa Meyer. I love this Red Riding Hood retelling aND WOLF IS MY HUSBANDO, OKAY?… I like Captain Throne too, tho. His friendship with Cinder is a life goal! Mmm… now I want to re-read it. *^*

Worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted:

C: KIWI! I HATE IT! F: wasabi and sushi *shivers* V: vinegar. Even its smell makes me run away thinking "don’t breathe, don’t breathe. wait until you’re in a safe place”.

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RYLEX

send me a ship !!

who cries when someone dies in a movie : they both get a lil upset but neither cries that would be showing weakness to each other

who wears the ugly holiday garb : neither celebrate the holidays much but rylie loves the ugly christmas jumper thing so every yr she makes alex wear one for at least one good instagram

who pays for the meals : they split the cost bc that’s how it be

who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone : alex slams the oven door and rylie plays the trombone

who brings home stray animals : rylie has brought home a stray dog or two in her time, but neither makes a habit of it - they don’t really have the kinda jobs that allow for pets 

who leaves the bathroom door open : isn’t that just smth you do when you’re in a relationship and comfy w someone ? both

who tells the ‘dad jokes’ : honestly .. rylie. and the worst thing is that she genuinely entertains herself

who wants kids more : looks into the camera like i’m on the office. rylie never wanted kids until the uh. the incident. but alex i think kinda did want kids n just didnt want them At That Time. so its a weird one. i think in the ideal future where all these questions apply then both of them want kids as much as the other

who travels more : not to make it a habit but they do both have to travel a lot. alex for games, rylie for missions

who spends more cash : alex. he gets used to and enjoys a fairly cushy lifestyle

who buys the things in infomercials : i can see alex watching late night tv and getting so bored that he wastes twenty dollars on a head scratcher or smth

who draws in the dust on their cars : they draw on each others without realizing what the other has done bc that’s how they are

who starts the snowball fights : rylie. she loves when she wins

who throws away the directions to things : A L E X. he’s a MAN. he would wholly trust google maps and or his sat nav to get them where they need to be and throw out the actual paper directions and then complain when they end up in the middle of nowhere bc of his dumbass

who puts up holiday decor : neither. i don’t know but i feel correct in saying alex doesn’t rly care about the holidays, and rylie certainly doesnt. if anyone puts up the decor its their imaginary kids

who is more likely to forget to bathe : disgusting. alex.

who gets more obsessed about things : both can b bad for this, in fairness?

who sings in the shower more often : alex sings taylor swift really badly in the shower and its usually what wakes rylie up so she can join him and they can do something that’s Not singing

how they comfort each other when one of them is upset : u mean, when they’re not the reason the other is upset ? haha. sex is always good for alex. im half kidding. it depends. sometimes its as easy as him being able to rest his head in her lap, or be the little spoon, or just holding her hand. sometimes its not, ya kno ? same for rylie. a lot of the time she just needs to crawl into his lap and be pulled close. sometimes its more complicated. 

who proposed first : ive just realized never once in any of our au’s have we discussed a proposal @ sophia ?? what the fuc ??

who says ‘i love you’ more : both rly struggled w it, but rylie accepted that she loved him first, and i think for a long time, she said it more than he did. but even then when he didnt say it, alex showed that he cared

kisses more : kisses r kinda their thing, tbh. they’re def alex’s fave way of displaying physical affection so him

hugs more : rylie likes hugs so she’s more of the hug kind

drinks more : they are literally both alcoholics

who’s more outgoing : alex but that’s bc he’s always been like. that kinda Guy(tm)

who eats more : alex bc he is a guy

who’s more needy : sigh. i feel like its rylie ?? like. she needs more assurance of their relationship than he ever did. like. in MOST ways, its her. in some ways ig its him but ya mostly her

who’s more kinky : alex is happy so long as he’s orgasming at the end of it so. rylie.

who cooks normally? : nether can be trusted in a kitchen, ever. rylie gets her meals straight from natasha who either keeps a plate warm for her to grab after work on her way home, or preps meals that rylie can microwave over the week. like. if ur stepmother doesnt even trust you not to accidentally poison yourself, its bad ! alex lives on takeout which u wouldnt think based on his physique 

how often do they fight? : depends on the time. when they’re grown and happy its a lot less than when they were angsty and learning how to even care abt someone else

what do they do when they’re away from each other? : their jobs. but they’ll facetime n text n stuff ( and its not ALWAYS dirty ! ), and they’ll watch game of thrones together ( and other shows, like trashy reality tv ) over rabbit, and like.. they try to keep things kinda normal even though they’re not on the same stretch of earth bc they’re apart a lot, and if they didnt it’d be hell.  

nicknames for each other? : aside from the occasional ‘babe’ n whatnot, rylie really just alternates between calling him alex and kaligaris ( if she’s exasperated or mad or smth ) and alex usually just calls her ry

who is more likely to pay for dinner? : they split the bill bc equality

who steals the covers at night? : they’re both really cold people. like. not personality wise. just physically cold. so they’ve learned they need to have two duvets, bc otherwise someone will inevitably steal it

what would they get each other for gifts? : alex’s can range from thoughtful to condoms he bought in the airport coupled with a cheeky grin. rylie’s are usually more sentimental, bc she doesn’t rly agree in gifts without some of that value to them

who remembers things? : rylie’s great at remembering everything from dates to names to faces. alex ? not so much !

who cusses more? : alex is the worst.com for that

what would they do if the other one was hurt? : well. they both conquer their fear of hospitals p quick, thats for sure ! it’s very much a ‘drop everything and get to them asap’ thing - they have to be there, so that they can be with them thru whatever it is. rylie will take care of him for as long as he needs. she’ll try and make him soup and then give up and buy it and she’ll take him to his appointments and make sure that he takes it easy bc lbr its almost always something leg related because of his job and if its not then she still does everything until she’s sure he’s aok. and a lot of the time for alex being w rylie when she’s injured means sitting by her bedside @ the hospital and waiting to see does she actually wak up and every time its hard to know. and then it’s awkward hovering and not rly knowing what to do w her or for her for a while until he has to go back to work and unlike rylie cant take as long as he wants grace and mostly she recovers alone but he’s always there, at first

who kissed who first?: im almost sure it was rylie that kissed alex first but

who made the first move? : it was a mutual first move

who started the relationship? : rylie was the one that needed it. alex didn’t care at the time, but she rly needed that

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Jan 10, 2018: Columns

A story of unmeasured kindness

By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

    Elsewhere in this edition of The Record is some information on a trip Mike Staley and me took to Durham last weekend on behalf of the Rotary Club by attending the annual convention of the NC Association of Agricultural Fairs. 

    It truly is an interesting event which I look forward to each year, and the trade show aspect of the convention is one of my favorite parts.  Every kind of entertainment imaginable is available, up to and including a three-ring circus.

    Well, as most of you know by now from the column my wife, Laura, wrote in early December, our beautiful Pit Bull/Boxer dog was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and is a very sick puppy.  Mercifully, Powder has made an amazing comeback thanks to the treatments he has received and good ole' Jenkins Livermush. 

    Yes, livermush.

    In late November and early December, we were worried sick about Powder.  He hadn't eaten anything he could keep down for what seemed like forever, when one night, I cut up a few slices of livermush and fed him little pieces by hand.  Not only did he eat it and keep it down, it somehow revived his appetite and he has eaten uncounted blocks of what I am now calling a new miracle food, Jenkins Country Livermush.  I even sent word by my friend Allen Langley in Shelby to pass on to the Mauney family, who produce the Jenkins food line, that they needed to add "Can Raise the Dead," to the labels on their livermush.  During Christmas, at least 5 people sent a package of gift wrapped Jenkins Livermush to Powder, which he duly ate, and for which he was clearly thankful.

    While our dog is still deep in the woods, as the saying goes, we have been truly thankful for the past 7 weeks with Powder, whether the time is borrowed or not.

    How in the world does this tie in with the Fair Convention?   "Well, I'll just tell ya," as my old buddy Leonard Cooke used to say.  Among my favorite regulars at the trade show is a young woman named Michelle Harrell who operates Skybound Canine Entertainment, featuring The Magical Poodles who always put on an amazing show that is truly magical.

    When I stopped by the "WOOF" booth to speak to Michelle, she introduced me to a young lady who now works with her, and  told her that, a few years ago, I had shared with her one of her all time favorite dog stories and wanted me to tell it again.

    Of course, she did not have to twist my arm, so I told her co-worker  the story of helping move my daughter Jordan when she left Wilkes for Lunchburg, Virginia.  Suffice it to say it was a blue day, and, while her boy friend Jason Hammer seemed like a good guy, I really didn't know him.  I tried to fall back on the fact that Jordan has more common sense than most, but it still was a long, sad day.

    Then, when we pulled into the driveway to Jason's house, Jordan said something didn't seem right.  I was ready to back out of the driveway and go back to WIlkes, but she laughed at me and asked for a moment to check things out.  Jordan has a dog, Jason has two dogs, and there was a fourth dog barking--that is what she noticed.

    It turns out that during the time Jordan was in Wilkes finishing her move, one of Jason's tenants had moved out of a rental house in the dark of night and left a 10 year old Pit Bull female tied to a tree,  Jason knew that if he took that dog to the pound it would be a dead dog in 14 days. Instead, he took the dog to the vet, had her checked out and her shots all updated, and brought  her home.

    Jade the Pit Bull became a part of their family and I never worried about Jordan again.  He could have taken that dog to the pound and no one would have ever known the difference--but he didn't--he simply had too kind a heart to do so.

    Fast forward to two years later when Laura and I were visiting Jordan and Jason in Lynchburg.  I noticed a cut-out place on their deck with a narrow w ramp attached.  Upon inquiry, I found that Jade had arthritis and it hurt her to climb the steps up to the deck, so Jason built her a "handicap ramp," so she could come back inside without crying.

    Jade lived with Jason and Jordan the rest of her life.

    I love to tell this story of unmeasured kindness, and I thank Michelle Harrell for remembering it.

Epiphany

By Laura Welborn

Epiphany service at the Lutheran Church - An Appalachian Christmas was a wonderful end to the Christmas season.

the Christmas season.

The music by local musicians was so inspiring and true to the spirit of our Appalachian heritage with bagpipes by Eric Sparklin and harp by Benjamin Barker and many more.

The Wilkes Acoustic Society were perfect hosts to this event. When you think of Epiphany I think of the saying, “It's about the journey, not the destination,” but in this case it did seem about the destination.

Then when the angels sent a message to the magi to go a different way home I thought, "I wish I had warnings when something bad was going to happen and how to circumvent it."

 So often it seems I make a mess of something that started out with the greatest of intentions and I think just what I could do if I had warnings of upcoming disasters. I sometimes wonder if I don't listen closely enough to hear the warnings or if I am just not paying attention to the signs.

"A tiny part of your life is decided by completely uncontrollable circumstances, while the vast majority of your life is decided by how you respond to them. Sometimes changing your situation isn’t possible—or simply not possible soon enough. But you can always choose a mindset that moves you forward. And doing so will help you change things from the inside out, and ultimately allow you to grow beyond the struggles you can’t control at any given moment.

 Here’s a powerful question that will support you with an attitude adjustment when you need it most: “Who would you be, and what else would you see, if you removed the thought that’s worrying you?”

The disappointments and failure are two of the surest stepping-stones to the places you want to go. When things go wrong, learn what you can and then push the heartbreak aside by refocusing your energy on the present step. Remember that life’s best lessons are often learned at the worst times and from the worst mistakes. We must fail in order to know, and hurt in order to grow. Good things often fall apart so better things can fall together in their place. And what’s better already is the more informed step you’re able to take right now."

The Magi was the perfect example of learning to trust the journey, even when you do not understand it. It also strikes me that they paid attention to the signs and warnings.

 As we enter into this year of 2018, I know I am starting with the joy and blessing of the Appalachian Christmas service and I feel blessed to see the kind of young talent in Wilkes with Elizabeth Carter, Benjamin Barker and Eric Sparklin.

 As we all start our journeys, let us trust the path and be open to the warning signs but mostly to keep moving forward.

Let’s Set the Record Straight

By EARL COX   

In his Christmas message, PA President Mahmoud Abbas blasted U.S. President Donald Trump’s recognition of Jerusalem as Israel’s capital as “an insult” to Bethlehem. 

Like Arafat before him, Abbas exploits Christmas as a stumping opportunity to draw Christian support—in this case, for his dump-Trump rants; to blame Israel for the exodus of Palestinian Christians following the PA’s takeover of Bethlehem; and to compete with Israel’s superior reputation for religious liberty.

Having angrily pulled the plug on Bethlehem’s Christmas tree lights, his speech now emphasized Bethlehem’s significance to Christians: “Over 2,000 years ago, the message of Jesus was delivered from a humble manger in Bethlehem.” Abbas called on world Christians to “listen to the true voices of the indigenous Christians from the Holy Land” as he named Jesus "a Palestinian messenger who would become a guiding light for millions around the world."  

Abbas, a Jordanian, and Arafat, an Egyptian, not only ignored the fact that “Palestinians” did not exist in Jesus’s day—they were invented after 1948—they also demonstrated ignorance of Christianity. If Abbas had any inkling of “the message of Jesus” and the “true voices” of Christians in the Middle East and “millions around the world,” he might have chosen his words more carefully. 

Let’s set the record straight. While Abbas correctly referred to the Bethlehem manger as Jesus’s “humble” birthplace, he may not know that Joseph and his very pregnant wife were in Bethlehem because of a mandatory census requiring everyone to register in his own town. Joseph had to travel to the crowded city of David where every inn was booked, because he descended from the royal house and line of David. 

 As the paymaster of virulent anti-Israel terror attacks, Abbas is doubtless unaware that 700 years before Jesus’s birth, the Hebrew prophet Micah declared: Though Bethlehem was “little” in Judah, yet out of that city “shall come forth to Me the One to be ruler in Israel, whose goings forth are from old, from everlasting.” 

 Christians believe this passage foretells Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem. Abbas may not realize the political and governmental significance of Jesus being born in the city of David. Nor does he seem to know that when Roman governor Pilate asked Jesus, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus replied, “It is as you say.” 

 The prophet Micah added that when “the one to be ruler in Israel” delivers Israel from her enemies, “the remnant of Jacob shall be … like a lion among the beasts of the forests …who treads down and tears in pieces, and none can deliver.” 

 Evangelicals understand these scriptures as fulfilling G-d’s promise to King David that one of his descendants would sit on Israel’s throne “forever.” Some Bible scholars note two separate gospel accounts that trace Jesus’s lineage from King David to Joseph, Jesus’s legal father, and to his mother Mary. 

 Assuming that Jesus is who he says he is, Abbas is throwing rocks in the wrong neighborhood. Considering his Islamist upbringing, that’s understandable.

 Palestinian and EU leaders make strange bedfellows—a terror-sponsoring Islamist regime and a confederation of Western democracies severely threatened by radical Islam due to their own lax immigration policies. But sadly, there’s a glue that binds them—anti-Semitism and a visceral hatred of Israel.  

For the EU, skating in the same rink as the Palestinians is on precipitously thinner ice—because Europe should know better. They’ve witnessed the horrors of the Holocaust. They’ve opened their doors to Muslim refugees and are beginning to confront terrorism within their borders.  

As countries where Christianity flourished for centuries, Europeans should realize that their anti-Israel views are contrary to their own Bible and spiritual legacy. 

 In Europe (and elsewhere), Christian denominations that don’t teach biblical truth are more likely to embrace false replacement theology, and to practice BDS and other hostile initiatives. In contrast, evangelicals—who tend to read and study the Scriptures—are Israel’s greatest Christian supporters. 

 G-d’s election of and love for Israel and Jerusalem are foundational themes in both the Jewish and Christian Scriptures.

 Israel has been a faithful guardian of these truths, defending religious liberty, and making Jerusalem and its holy places accessible to all peoples and faiths—despite Abbas’s Christmas propaganda to the contrary

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