#maybe he gets portaled here and realizes that he has a fucking job to do

[epicfroggz]

so i’m writing a mcu!matt/616!matt crossover fic (excerpt below :>)

As if on cue, we both tilt our heads at the same angle—because of course we do—and come to the same conclusion. The Spot is gone, for now.

He sighs. “Matt. Can I call you Matt?” Oh, God, there it is. The lawyer voice. I nod, knees weak (definitely due to the bruising and nothing else), and he continues, “Matt. You have a broken nose, you can barely stand, and I probably didn’t help matters when I hit you with this,” he hands me back my billy club as a show of trust, “You’re not going after anyone else tonight. I can’t have you running around my city like this. You’re coming back with me to my place, got it?”

I holster the billy club, sniffling, “Loud and clear.”

“Good. Come on.” A smile tugs at the end of his words.

(there’s some silliness, there’s Lots of angst, and there’s the comfort of someone who experiences the world the way you do… and maybe matt learns to love himself along the way too)

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

Michael proves that he needs help

Angst, Gore (?)

A/n: So, Originally the chapter was longer. But it was wayyyy too long, so I choose to split it.

La Vaguelette

Chapter 8 > Chapter 9 < Chapter 10

Leonardo was reading peaceful one of his science books. One of many he owns in heaven.

He loves these kinds of pieces like electric, Atomic and the other things that the human created with his little help. 

Even though sometimes it ended in war or weapon, which was kind of disappointing for Leonardo. Why would they create something to just destroy themselves?

He stopped reading as he felt the sudden familiar power of an opening a portal. 

He looked above his book trying to catch what was disturbing his peace. 

Leonardo watched as Michael came through a portal and carried you in his arms. 

Of course it is Michael.

“The Seraphim?” Leonardo asked his smaller brother as he raised his finger towards his face to adjust his glasses. 

Michael looked over at Leonardo, and cursed.

oh he is so fucked. 

Leonardo was the responsible one.

Always listening to what father has to say and always do his job 100% correct.

Mostly he keeps heaven in control so nothing gets out of hand.

It was till they created Sera, and now he's thinking about getting his old responsibility back.

Sera couldn't be trusted anymore. She had one job and Michael did it for her.

Bring the seraphim back.

“What?! Nooo that’s just an exorcist who needed help-“ 

“What is she doing here?” Leonardo stated clear. He is not in the mood to play with Michaels dumb little games.

“Just doing my job.” Michael said, his emotionless eyes looking at Leonardo. 

Leonardo sighed laying his book aside. “He said not to hurt her,” He looked down at your broken legs and hands. “And you obviously did.” His golden eyes burned into Michael’s soul, making him shudder. 

“Calm down brother! You really think she’ll come without a fight? You’re too naïve.” Michael laughed nervously.

“I could’ve done it better.” Leonardo said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Maybe even Sera." An cold wind blow freezed the tips of Leonardo's Black hair.

Michael was not pleased with the comparison with Sera.

Michael stepped forward his icy blue eyes bored into Leonardo golden one. “I will handle it.” 

…

Michael pulled you along with him. Not caring that you got a cut added every time you slammed against a rock, that laid on the floor. 

You were in a place in heaven that looked identical to hell, maybe even worse. 

The floor was worn out and every surface was uneven and had holes. 

A place that was hidden before bare eyes.

A prison or worst a torture chamber.

Creatures were behind those bars and are more terrifying than anything in Hell. 

Except maybe root.

It was Michael playhouse, his palace. 

The place where he can live his sadistic and psychopathic ways fully. 

And everything else is his Hunting ground. 

Making people disappear out of nothing and bringing them in the depths of this lovely place.

Someone who lands in here never goes back, not at least in the form how they came. 

They get completely mangled and stitched together like in the worst horror movie. 

You are Michael's new subject that he got in his claws.

The one he’ll break and re-build.

You’ll be the one who’ll destroy her loving partner.

His perfect subject.

How is he still in Heaven you ask? 

One of daddy’s Favorite. 

He threw you into an empty dark room and you hit your head hard against the dirty cell wall. 

Blood started oozing out of the fresh wound, but no reaction. 

The pain is nothing compared to the old wounds. 

It was just a little pinch. 

The hole in your thigh pulsated harshly reminding you of its very existence.

You squinted your eyes open, only to realize that you were hanging high above from the ground. 

You tried to move but the chains on your wrist held you in place. 

It hurts. 

The chains scratched your wrist open in a slow pace. Your broken hand was pressed firmly against the chain. It feels like your hands are getting ripped apart from your Arm.

It hurts so bad.

You wanted to scream but you can’t, his ice was still on your lips making you shiver from the cold.

Lucifer help

Legs were unmoving and you got in a panic like state. 

You can’t move an inch. 

Please Lucifer it hurts

You’re a damsel in need and Michael could you whatever he wants with you. 

And right now, he was watching you suffer. 

He probably got an erection seeing you hanging there with the broken limps He caused. 

“So, you’re awake?”

He sat down on a chair that stood in front of your cell, your new home. “Choosing not to talk, huh?” He chuckled when the sound of moving chains echoed through the dark hollow walls. 

The magic this place once held, was completely sucked out by Michael's evil thoughts.

“If you think that is the worst it can get, I must disappoint you.” A monstress scream and a slashing sound of a whip was what caught your attention.

It is unbearable.

The sounds of Angels that were getting ripped apart and sewed together to create some of Michaels weird obsession.

And you may wonder how Michael ended this way. He used to be a happy Man, and now he is a cold hearted psychopath.

And echo in those walls gave you the answer. A small whisper in the last bits of magic the Playhouse had.

It gave you the answer to this question.

He wants to create, just like his twin brother Lucifer. 

But he can’t.

So, he took this place to make creatures for heavens protection. But these creation never worked. They were brainless and brutal monsters.

Killing everything that was near them.

And he fell deeper into despair.

He never could be Lucifer and it was pissing him off.

He wasn't as creative as Lucifer. He never could be.

Lucifer was God’s favorite.

So, Michael sabotaged him.

Making Lucifer fall for Lilith and letting the forbidden Apple into Lucifers grasps.

It was Michael's duty to protect. But he didn't protect the Apple, no. You could say he gave it to him like a wrapped up gift.

Lastly Michael gave father the Idea to create Hell.

And after that Michael talked to his brothers to banish Lucifer into hell.

For his sins.

And now Lucifers Playhouse is his. The precious thing that Lucifer had in heaven, he even took this.

And now he has you too.

All mine. thought Michael, driven by envy and Jealousy.

How is this place in heaven? How is he in heaven

“We’ll see each other tomorrow rotten Apple. Try to take some rest, tomorrow isn’t going to be a good day for you.”

…

The voices stopped.

The sound of heels meeting the cold floor was the only thing that kept you sane for a second.

It kept the voices away that talked through the walls.

Sometimes you could see how they dragged an Angel down into the surgery Room.

So that happens to those who betray him.

It was cold and lonely down here. 

The sound of voices and clicking of the clock ringed in your ears. It was uncomfortable.

All you wanted was going back to your beloved Lucifer.

You couldn’t sleep because of the pain from the hole in your thigh that started to get infected. 

The flesh around it grew fury red and the bugs started to slowly eat the flesh around it.

You closed your eyes to imagine that you were with him. That this all was a nightmare and you're alright.

But the pain reminds you that nothing is alright.

Everything will be alright.

"You Liar." You whispered and opened your eyes to look at the black surrounding.

The sound of heels hitting the floor grew louder and louder till it stopped.

You raised your head and looked into those golden eyes that brought some light into this dark place. 

“I never dared to go to Michael’s playhouse, but I had to see it for myself. The Seraphim that father wants to have back. And yet here you are chained up by our dearest Brother Michael.” 

Click. 

He opened your cell and released you from the chains. 

You fell right into his arms, and he wasn’t cold like Michael, no. He was warm like Lucifer; you miss him already. His hands raised and touched your forehead, he pushed your hair slowly out of your face and the warm feeling came back. 

It reminded you when Lucifer and you first met. This unknown Angel was helping you. 

Why?

As if he heard your thoughts, he Introduced himself as The Arch Angel Leonardo. 

“I’m here to help. I can’t get you out of here yet, but I can heal your wounds.” Your hand and legs snapped in their right place, and you could feel them again. 

A tear of hope streaked down onto Leonardo’s black coat, and he stroked your back softly. 

The hope will not last long. Not as long you're here trapped into Michael's little Playhouse.

“You can rest for now.”

He laid you on the hard bed that was in the corner from the cell and his grip left your body. 

It was a step back into reality. 

The coldness hit your neck like a cold shower. You buried yourself under the thin sheet for any warmth it may have. And you finally slept out of exhausting.

_____

Lucifer was pacing around the hotel lobby, “We must do something!” He was terrified what will happen to you if he doesn't do anything.

He knows how heaven can manipulate and cruel. 

But Michael was a different story.

He was not allowed in heaven, so how can he get you back? it was against the agreement they had.

But he will go regardless. For you he’d break this one rule he never over stepped. 

For you he'd destroy heaven if it means to get you back.

Charlie stood there in silence, she felt like it was all her fault. She hadn’t put any safety measurements in her hotel to keep any attacker at bay. 

And Michael took you away.

Now Lucifer lost you, and worse they all lost you. 

And maybe she’ll lose her father of her dumb mistake. 

Soulmates can’t be separated for a long time for a reason.

“Luci?” 

A soft voice called out for him. 

He spun around and glared at the person who stood on the staircase. “Lilith?” 

Again, weird timing. 

She stepped in front of him not even glancing at the other members. 

She has something planned, Angel Dust thought as he looked her into the eyes. 

They gave a dangerous look. A glint of hatred reflecting in them.

She's not here to be friendly.

_____

You woke up from the heavy sound of metal meeting stone. Voices were keeping you from going back to sleep.

Michael and another person were standing in front of you observing the scenery.

Michael looked at your healthy body. No Broken Limps.“Leonardo has to ruin all my fun.” Michael pouted and the other one just shrugged.

“He doesn’t like when you’re, you know, you?” The other person said looking at you.

You stood up and stretched your body, the aching pain of your muscles calmed in relief after some movement.

You looked the other person right into their golden eyes, just like Leonardo's.  

His Grin was just like Lucifers just with Humane teeth. 

Why do they have to be all related.

He bowed slightly and introduced himself as Azrael the Arch Angel of Death. 

Your mind spins what type of Arch Angel is Leonardo and what was Lucifer? 

You know that Michael is the Arch Angel of protection. 

You know so much about Lucifer but also nothing.

With a snap of Michaels fingers, you were back up in chains. 

You grunted at the sudden burning sensation from the chains. They were icy cold. “Your little lover boy seems to be in a little trouble my dear.”

___

Lucifer stepped back as Lilith stalked towards him, throwing affection comments on him. 

What is her plan? 

Lucifers back hit the wall with his back, there’s no escape.

He cursed.

Lucifer doesn't want to hurt Lilith.

Not in front of Their baby.

_____

“He spins lies and crawls between sheets.” Michael chuckled, and Azrael crossed his arms in front of his chest the smirk never left his face. 

In front of you an orb appeared, it was deep black with a white aura flying around it. 

“Let me show you something my dear.” Azrael said pointing towards the orb.

The orb showed the Hotel, or rather the scene that takes place in the hotel.

Lucifer and Lilith were standing both so close.

Lucifer wouldn't do anything, he loves you right?

___

Lilith pulled his chin towards him and kissed him forcefully.

Shoving her tongue into his mouth.

A passionate kiss was shared between. Or that's how it looked.

____

You looked at the orb Azrael made for you to look through. 

Your hands ached from being chained too long, bruises almost turning black. And all you could do is watching helplessly how Lilith was kissing Lucifer. 

No that's a Lie.

A piercing pain throbbed and spread in your heart. Like a knife that buries itself slowly into the soft flesh of your heart. The knife slowly gets dragged down, slicing your chest open in the process. 

That's the nearest thing that could describe the pain you feel right now.

“He never loved you.” Azrael’s words echoed through your hollowed skull, your mind was screaming, and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

The pain that resides in your heart and the words Azrael and Michael were planting into your minf.

Stop

This all must be a lie.

This must be fake.

Lucifer would never do that to you. “It’s real darling.” Azrael took your chin between his fingertips, a sadistic grin never failed to appear.

No

Your body felt numb, you slumped down when Azrael let you go. 

You hang on the chains like a dead corpse.

Michael looked from the shadow; he loved the view.

Your suffering was pure pleasure to him, you suffer is his suffer and it filled his icy cold heart with desire. 

He wants more destruction. 

More of your breaking.

He wants to see you break into itty bitty pieces. 

So, pity full. 

Your eyes were empty, you’re shutting down. No more defense reflexes.

You wanted to die right here and there.

Were you not enough?

You should’ve known that this was all a lie. 

It was all your fault after all. 

You broke his trust in the first place. 

Leonardo looked down at your figure and he was the only one who didn’t smile. 

Since when is he watching anyways?

Is it pity? Is it caring? 

Stop, stop. 

Stop looking at me like that.

He should smile not taking pity on your own misery as something sad.

They’re all the same, Arch Angels are all the same, even Lucifer.

He wants to use you just like anyone else.

Leonardo will play with you and then throw you away like everyone else.

You were mad and disappointed. Lucifer made you feel like the only person he needed.

But in reality he just wanted you gone so he could have Lilith back. 

And when you were captured by the one and only Michael. 

And Lilith took the opportunity that you here chained up in here.

She lets Michael do whatever he wants with you. and in return she returns to Lucifer.

Wasn’t she known to be kind and loving and just left Lucifer with their child.

Then she replaced you, taking her spot back that she left long time ago.

Were you living to rot in your own misery.

Who would Love you anyway?

Not even your own mother glanced a second glance at you when you needed her the most.

You felt like a failure.

You couldn’t even keep your own Soulmate that is destined to stay by your side. 

You looked up at Leonardo, his pitiful stare was stirring something in you. Something you never felt, it was indeed a sin. 

In the end you never dared to sin. But the plates have changed. Your life already is horrible.

Anger, and the desire to kill build up in your chest. Filling the pain that is planted deep in the softness of your heart.

“don’t look at me like that. Go on laugh, laugh that I thought he would safe me out of here. NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU!” You clawed up to him, the chains were rustling and the skin of your wrist were scratch open.

You wanted to claw his face open. You wanted the pain to stop. Tears were falling uncontrollably, and the sobbing mixed with the horrible sight of you clawing to get out.

That someone will come and save you out of this.

But no one will come

You feel like you’re going to burst, you didn’t want this life. 

You wanted Love, you wanted to be loved and someone to tell you that you're safe.

You missed him even though he betrayed you.

Love is the greatest curse of them all

God created you out of mere dust and let you stay in the dirt. 

Not even God could love you. 

Leonardo shifted his gaze away from you, “I’m sorry…” You laughed at his attempted apology. And your body fell lump.

"I got you" Sera whispered as she held you close to your body. You giggled and looked up to your mother. "You'll never leave me, right Mom?" And Sera nods. "Never."

She left.

"I got you sweetie." Lucifer's Forehead was on yours and he hums a soft tune that calmed you down.

You had a panic attack.

You dreamed about your mother again and Lucifer came to calm you down."I'll not leave you."

That’s what Lucifer said and look where he is now. 

He's gone.

"You're alone, Y/n."

In the Arms of his beloved Lilith.

____

Lucifer was quick to push Lilith away with brutal force. He rubbed his mouth with his clawed hand in a disgusting meanor. 

“Get the fuck off me.” He said while spitting the mixed saliva out of his mouth.

His lips felt like they’ve touched poison. 

He was glad you haven’t seen this. He is scared that you’d misinterpret this. 

He doesn’t want Lilith he wants you.

And he certainly doesn't want to lose you.

Little did he know that’s why Lilith did it and in fact you’ve saw the kiss they shared. 

Lilith, who was now on the ground, smirked up to him.

“The damage already done love.” Her Voice was full of venom. That’s not the Lilith Lucifer used to know. 

Lilith was kind and loving.

And now she’s rotten and disgusting like spoiled milk.

“What have you done?” He tilted his head rather asking himself what damage Lilith meant.

“Your little Angel. She’s the one you love and care so much and she’s the one who’ll burn this all down.” Lucifer raised his eyebrows. 

“What you mean?” Angel dust asked, clearly knowing who’s she referring too. “Yeah, she’ll never do that.” Husk stated serious catching everyone in surprise. 

He genuinely cares about you and that surprised the others.

The Husk cares about an Angel. Wouldn’t be the first Angel but the other is a demon that carries the name Angel. 

The name of his new Identity.

Lilith laughed, “God has his Plans.” 

Lucifers ears peaked at that, “God? Now you’re a puppet of him? The one who you said made you suffer? Really? That’s why you left me all alone with a child?” 

He took a deep breath closing his eyes, trying to calm down his building anger.

“Where is she?” He asked calmly, his eyes remained closed as he waited for her answer. 

No Answer. 

“Tell him, you pig.” Vaggie said holding a spear deathly on Lilith’s neck.

“I could kill you in less than a second. You’re in the deathly position, Vaggie.” Lilith smirked up at her, tapping with her nail on the Angelic weapon. 

Tap 

Tap

“And in less than a milli second I can wipe you out of existence,” Lucifer opened his eyes showing its fury scarlet color, “So tell me, where is she?” He leaned down towards her face. 

Fire danced along with his words, intimidating Lilith. 

“She is in heaven.” She answered in defeat.

“Oh, we know. But where?” Angel said and his voice wasn’t welcoming either. 

No one hurts his little sugar tits. Not even the Arch Angels themselves. 

“In Michaels playhouse, your old one. That's where she is right now. But I don’t have any more Information.” Lucifer snapped with his fingers. 

Chains appeared out of the ground pulling Lilith down a portal to God knows where. 

Lilith screamed at Lucifer, to let her go. She doesn't want to go there where these chains will drag her.

“We are leaving.” Lucifer muttered, patting the dust from him.

“Where to?” Charlie asked looking her father in his red eyes. 

“It’s time to bring Y/n back.”

Please be alright.

A/n: The Hazbin gang is on their way to Y/n. Let's hope they're not too late.

Thank you all for the Support Pookies<3

💫

Sadly couldn't Tag you

@ayanazoldyck @marydragneell @lunaryasha @cherry-cola-100 @lxkeee @latersgaters-steven @fandom-crashlanding @cupidsgift @steadyconnoisseurnacho @crimsonflameproxy @stormz369 @wooleypeaches @fukingsad @starlitvenus @avadakadabra93 @itzabbeym @asmodeussimpnumber1 @sirenetheblogger @k1y0yo @i-have-no-life-charlie @angelicwillows @0puddleofgender0 @fallenh34art @v3r41ynn @froggybich @pank0w

[theloganator101]

There was a post about about their Hazbin Crackship and I've been inspired to make my own post talking about mine! Which is Blitz and Grell from Black Butler!!

Now that you're here, let me explain my ideas on this and why I think they would be a good pairing than Stolitz.

One thing I know for certain is that these two would DEFINITELY match each other's energy! The way they would be killing people in sync would make it look like they're dancing. And since he has an employee who has a transgender sister, he would immediately pop a cap in anyone's ass who would dare misgender Grell.

So let me propose my ideas for how their romance can bloom.

Imagine this tall human looking Reaper comes in looking to work for Imp as her previous workplace... wasn't all that kind to her. And after demonstrating what she can do Blitz hires her on the spot.

Cut to some shenanigans of them completing jobs and whatnot and Grell was able to fit in comfortably with these group of misfit imps, and her knowing her way around a chainsaw and taking great pride in her killing reminds Blitz so much of himself... and eventually starts to fall for her.

Sure there's Stolas, but they only get together to fuck once a month in order for him to keep their only method of transportation. When Grell learns about this, she just says "Why don't I take us where we need to go darling? I can open portals to earth so we don't really need that little book."

Grell's more emotional passion and how she's able to stay true to herself despite what others say about her would certainly catch his eye. She’s literally everything he isn’t, maybe even better. But Grell would be able to reassure him that he is beautiful the way he is too and needs to start seeing that for himself. And from there the two would start to grow closer and share some nights alone together... nights that made Blitz feel things that he didn't feel with Stolas before.

The reason why I came up with this pairing was because of how Helluva Boss failed to convince me why Stolitz was meant to be. When it's clear that there's a clear power imbalance between them, Blitz never seemed all that interested in Stolas until Vivzie and the narrative demand it, and how Stolas never goes through a proper arc or really change for the better.

At least to me, Grell would provide Blitz the love and realization he needs in order to get his act together. She is a well rounded person who takes great pride and love in the thing she does, and that is killing people. It's these kind of similarities that would allow them to connect and dive deeper into realizing just how much they need each other and how alike they really are, that there IS someone to love them for who they are and not be disgusted at the darker side of them.

Anyway that's why I ship Blitz and Grell.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet: I'll Save You

(Admittedly, I shouldn't be writing this, because my wrists hurt like a bitch, but I'm a bitch to myself and I have THINGS IN MY HEAD that need to get out of said head, so here. Have my head hehe).

Here you go @blitzwhore :)

Setting the Scene:

Stolas works for IMP, he has been asking over and over to go on a mission with the gang and Blitz kept saying no because he was worried it's "Too dangerous". Stolas followed up with "I am literally an eldritch god" to which Blitz said, "Fucking fine but do what I say".

Blitz falls through the portal, face first while Millie giggles and Moxxie shakes his head, both stepping through behind him. Stolas comes through last, gasping, "Blitz! Are you alright?" he reaches his hand down and Blitz waves it off,

"Yeah yeah yeah I'm fucking fine", he says, wiping snow off his jacket. Moxxie chuckles, "He does that like every day".

"Really?!" Stolas asks again and Millie nods. Blitz rolls his eyes,

"ANYWAY, let's go over the job gang. So we're here in...fuckin...what is this, Russia?" he looks to Moxxie and he opens the maps on his phone.

"Yes, we seem to be somewhere in the tundra of Russia, sir". Moxxie affirms and Blitz nods, "Good I guess. Millie why are we here again?"

Millie pulls out the briefing that Moxxie typed earlier, "It seems like we are looking for some guy in a cabin? Real remote person".

"What'd he do?" Blitz asks, Moxxie has been taking clients directly recently while Blitz and Stolas take longer getting to work. For...reasons.

Moxxie replies, "Well, it seems he shot up a preschool in a nearby village, sir. The teacher wants revenge".

"Holy fuck, okay", Blitz says, polishing his gun.

Stolas puts his hand to his mouth, "My word! He definitely deserves this then, we must be quick!" they all stare at him then back at Blitz.

"Yeah-it's fine Stols, we'll just go at our regular pace. Just wish it wasn't so fucking cold here, Satan's taint!" he shivers, holding his arms in his big coat with the hand sewn IMP patch that Stolas resewed after the last one got mildly burnt during the last mission in Antarctica, as someone decided to light a fire near the portal.

Stolas can't help but admire how cute Blitz looks in his little coat. He's only in a small wool sweater himself, his feathers giving him plenty of warmth already. As they walk toward the location of the cabin, the M's hold hands and Stolas grazes his near Blitz's hand and he blushes, putting it behind his head.

"UUUhhhh, m-maybe not while we're on mission", Blitz says shyly, his words having trouble finding their footing. He's realized that since they started dating, literally every brush, every touch, even potential is a fucking recipe for disaster in his head and body. He fucking melts like an ice cream cone in Wrath.

"Oh, right", Stolas replies, pulling his hand away and looking down, frowning. But Blitz can't take his sad owl eyes and reluctantly holds his hand, red hot spreading across his cheeks. Stolas doesn't say anything to the sudden change of heart, just smiles and winks at Millie when she looks back at them.

Blitz pulling his hand away from Stolas, he pushes him down by placing a hand at the small of his back as they all duck behind some bushes.

"Okay what's the plan?" Moxxie asks, looking to Blitz who shakes his head, "Huh?" he replies, clearly distracted and Millie and Stolas giggle.

"Sir! The plan! For killing this guy!" Moxxie says again, annoyed now as Millie runs her hand up the back of his hair under his hat and he calms a little.

Blitz scooches away from Stolas and takes a deep breath, "Right. So Moxx, you flank the back with Mills. I got the front with Stols". They nod and separate, but the target is good at realizing his surroundings.

He steps out of the cabin, holding his shotgun.

"I FUCKING HEARD SHIT OUT HERE!" he says in Russian and Blitz shrugs, "Alright I just need to line up the shot", he lines up the rifle through the bush and Stolas puts a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't think we should wait until he's back inside?" Stolas asks and Blitz scoffs, "Nah, this'll do fine". He looks back in his scope but the target is gone.

"Fuuuuck", he whispers under his breath. Stolas looks around, "I dont see him..."

"See M&M anywhere?" he asks, still whispering and Stolas shakes his head, "Fuck" he replies in a whisper again.

Suddenly the target tries to tackle Blitz, kicking Stolas to the side against a tree. Putting his hands around Blitz's throat.

"Blitz!!" he turns eldritch, swiping a black claw straight through the targets body, slicing him in half right over Blitz, their blood dripping down Blitz's face as Stolas's eldritch form looms over him.

"Holy fuck...." he whispers, barely audible. The blood in his body flooding his face and...other parts.

Stolas quickly pushes the split body of the target aside and changes back to his regular form, blood splattered all over his face.

"Blitz are okay?! I'm so sorry if I scared you I-" he starts but Blitz pulls him down by the back head feathers into a deep, tongue twisting kiss.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen", he says, both breathing heavily as they continue making out in the blood stained snow.

"Sir! Are you-WHAT THE FUCK?!" he says, gesturing to them and Millie chuckles, "Oh Moxx don't be mad, this is literally us every time we do a mission".

Moxx sighs, "You're right", then he sees the body of the target, "Satan-daaaaammnnnn. Was that you Stolas?!" he asks and Stolas nods, Blitz sitting up and pulling Stolas close, "You're damn right it was him!! My sweet murder bird", he coos and gives pecking kisses all over Stolas's face, him hooting in response.

Moxxie takes a picture of the body and holds Millie's hand, "Okay how are they more gross than we are".

"It's cute!" Millie says, smiling. Blitz blushes, standing up and Pulling Stolas up with him and easily pressing the crystal portal open.

"Come on gang! I'm fucking horny, and if I don't get to fuck this bird in the next ten minutes I'm gonna explode", he scoops Stolas up in his arms to his surprise,

"OOoh hoo hoo!" He hoots in response, kissing Blitz on the horns as he's carried through the portal.

[novastaree]

idk exactly why Michael would help the Winchesters most likely just to keep the world spinning cuz these guys fuck up a lot but if Sam didn't pull Michael and Adam into hell with himself and Lucifer sooooo many problems could have been avoided

i will give an example for each season

in szn 6 heaven and Raphael are trying to restart the apocalypse or wtv and maybe Michael would have been on board with that but i feel like he probably would have realized that wouldn't have brought his father back and continued with his job till he did (im not %100 but im pretty sure Rafael and Michael had different pov's for starting the Apocalypse)

also Michael would have rocked Godstiel shit or at least been able to send him to purgatory before Leviathan became a problem in szn 7

szn 8 NO WAY HE WOULD HAVE LET THE ANGLES FALL. maybe he couldn't read the tablets but I think he has enough of an understanding of enochian magic, being the first and all, to figure out 'this is going to cost us our wings' and if not that maybe even metatron would have the basic instinct on to not go against Michael (But then again also maybe not because it is metatron) Also I'm pretty sure he is next in line to be The prophets protector and he would have had his hands on the angel tablet before them anyways

szn 9 my main man Michael could have stopped that Abaddon girl without even half a glance if he wanted No need for this first blade shit.

szn 10 and i don't think Michael would let Dean take that mark cuz his brother did that once and he was an archangel and the mark lead to the devil soooo letting one of the Winchesters take would be disastrous

szn 11 somehow these idiot brothers managed to free his aunt he would have been helpful as he most likely did most of the fighting with Amara the first time (also a meeting with God after so long would have done him well, or ruined him but that depends on how you think it would go down)

szn 12 i think he could have managed to tell his brother to put a condom on. He never would have cared about the bmol he would have left that to the Winchesters shit festival

szn 13 umm hello jack!!! lets please close this portal and not get involved in alternate realities. (I probably could do better reasoning but this season was a fever dream to me)

szn 14 maybe im d riding og Michael too hard here but au Michael couldn't open a portal without stealing Lucifers grace and our Michael could Open a portal to purgatory with archangel cuffs on so im thinking new him wouldn't be a big problem. maybe once he got to Dean but before that he probably could have killed Lucifer and stopped that whole situation before it happened

szn 15 maybe with the context of the past ten years it wouldn't have ended they way it did also Michael probably would have been waayyyy more helpful to jack than the Winchesters were and helped the new god be more god than 4 who lost his powers constantly

Anyways just thinking about how Sam and Dean always made their lives harder by trying to do the right thing

[ask-codeearasure]

The Outer Realms --- Chapter 3

<-------- Previous Chapter

Next Chapter ---->

—-----

Chapter Three:

Equivocation

—----

“Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.” - Bram Stoker (Dracula)

—-

Carrot and Edge hadn’t seen Dream or Ink in over a week. It was starting to get concerning. There was no telling where they were, and it was bad enough that the two of them couldn’t really open a portal into that strange white void that they tended to explore. The two of them tried to use their magic in conjunction, but got nothing. Not even teleporting worked out. They also realized that if they did get there, they’d run into a problem with the possibility of death. They’d be trapped there.

Carrot was starting to get nervous and wasn’t sure whether or not his new idea was going to get himself killed or if he’d be walking into a trap. As he walked through the halls of the queen’s castle, he thought about how he could best go about convincing her of his idea.

Hey, ya know, I was thinking, that doodlesphere place is dying out and that guy stole our only hope to leave, maybe I could borrow a soul or two and try to get it back that way?

He stopped when he got to the outside of the throne room. He was asking to be incinerated. He couldn’t see any other way. If he didn’t convince her, he was either going to get himself killed in that room, at worst. At best, he was going to have to look for another job.

He didn’t know what to do at this point.

“Where the fuck is Dream?” Carrot mumbled to himself.

—

Dream stared at the burning AUs, watching as they crumbled and disappeared into nothingness. That glitch wasn’t like anything or anyone he had ever seen. To think they mistook him for their Error was an issue. And this was what he called mercy…

One of the corners on the pages fell to the floor. Dream caught it but it crumbled away before he could think to do anything else. This was not just cruel, it was diabolical. He couldn’t understand the impostor’s justification.

He needed to find Nightmare. If anyone had a lead on this person, it was him. He supposed he was going to have to find the most negative AU he could at this point. It would increase his chances of finding him. —

It took about an hour before he saw anything interesting, but it wasn’t a sign of his brother. It was a great sense of negativity regardless, despite its small size. It was a white fox with red and dark indigo markings that looked like clouds, walking with a small basket of food in its mouth. There was an inkling of the thought it was definitely more than it appeared, but Dream closing the gap between them didn’t provoke a response.

“Hello?” he said.

The fox looked directly into his eyes with unnatural, ruby red orbs. It took a seat, perhaps with the thought they would be here for a while. Definitely has an extent of sentience.

That’s unexpected. Dream thought. I’m standing here talking to a fox radiating negativity, but there are stranger things in the multiverse.

“Can you speak?” he asked.

The fox remained silent and stared at him.

Dream sighed. “I’ll take that as a no….”

They stared at each other for a short moment. Dream gently lifted the creature, ignoring the weakness the negativity spread to his hands. “I’m sorry, I need a lead to my brother and you’re the best bet I have right now. But I also don’t want you to get hurt…”

He needed a plan, and seeing as the fox still didn’t give any signs of discomfort or any indication that it wanted to leave, he set it back down, then gave himself a seat next to it. Very few times did he ever need to seek out Nightmare. If anything, it was the Lord of Negativity who relentlessly hunted him down, and he did not discriminate who got hurt when Dream was in his sights. 

While Dream was stuck in his thoughts, the fox tipped over the basket and dug out what looked like a bun, maybe a pastry, and chewed on it patiently. A moment after, it decided to get another one and place it in the guardian’s lap.

It was feeding him.

“Oh… thank you.” Dream said.

He got the bun and took a bite, pleasantly surprised at the red bean filling. He looked at the fox and mumbled, “Why are you radiating so much negativity if you’re so… nice and calm?” Dream reached over and pet the creature, a tingling numbness cursing his fingers.

He remembered the time Carrot had what he called vodka, claimed a shot of it could get someone drunk if they were what he called ‘lightweights’, he supposed that the fox was comparable to that vodka. It was just a pure concentration of negativity, and very little positivity to numb the effects. It was impossible to even try to figure, considering the creature couldn’t talk.

He lost himself in his thoughts, but suddenly everything went dark. He looked around and saw the fox, its ears folded back. It looked over at him and got a bit closer. Dream stood up and readied himself, summoning his bow and breaking it into his blades he steeled himself for what was about to come. 

Dream opened a portal next to the fox, pointing the creature in its direction.

“Go. I don’t want you to get hurt. Please.”

The fox shook its head, remaining where it stood.

“Please go…”

The fox sat down as if to say ‘No, I’d rather stay here with you.’

Underneath their feet, the ground rumbled, vantablack negativity crawling over the stark whiteness Dream had become accustomed to. The equally blank sky above them faded the same shade.

Dream tightened his grip on his twin swords and breathed in. “Nightmare?” As if on cue, the shape of the negative lord surfaced from the depression, the weight of the negativity heavy, almost crushing on Dream’s shoulders. Nightmare’s grin was the first thing to flash before him, a dark, satisfied chuckle echoed throughout the void. “Hello, brother. I was wondering where you went.” Dream flinched, but held his ground. “Nice to see you too.”

The fox growled at Nightmare, peeling its lip back to bear its teeth as if knowing that Nightmare was not someone to tolerate, let alone trust. Nightmare’s grin only widened, his eye fixated on the positive guardian before him; the canine was but an afterthought. A miniscule feature, despite its complicated, swirling emotions. “We both know you don’t actually mean that. Underneath that gentle mask, your efforts are in vain.”

Dream ground his teeth together, stepping in front of the fox as if to shield it from Nightmare’s overpowering gaze. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, dodging a swipe from one of his brother’s tentacles, then slicing clean through another. He was on a mission. What he needed was to convince a standstill out of his opponent.

“Where are your friends, brother?” Nightmare purred, an unsettling rattling sound. “Have you been abandoned? Or perhaps you left, knowing this struggle would have them meet their end?” The elation Nightmare felt was twisted, a corrupted form of the emotion usually associated with happiness, pure glee. The best move Dream could take was to make a distance between them, knowing Nightmare would follow. There was no doubting why Nightmare tracked him down so quickly this time. With the vast majority of the Doodlesphere emptied by that other “Error”, there were barely any other options of negativity for the corrupted being to feed from. Ignoring the fox chasing after them both, Nightmare continued in determined pursuit of his prey.

“Right now is not the time to fight!” Dream yelled. “There is a reason the Doodlesphere is losing so many universes so quickly! If you help, we can continue this later!”

Another wave of negative force knocked Dream off his feet, Nightmare looming over him, his body having grown to an intimidating height. But for once, he froze in his efforts, but not without sustaining a burning grip on Dream’s ankles, forcing the guardian to bite back a wince.

Nightmare’s eerily bright blue eye searched him, as if to scan his entire being. Another rumble shook the ground, but there he remained regardless. He could finally kill Dream, here and now, and everything would suffer in his absence, regardless of the limited number of universes now. He could end it all. “I disagree, dear brother. Why give you another chance to live, when the obstacle at hand is you and only you?”Nightmare shrunk, returning to his usual height and shape, but yanked Dream down to the floor so he could continue standing over him, relishing in how his own existence rendered his target into a simple puddle of agony he could watch directly. “We have continued this game for far too long. Saving what is left of this existence is pointless.” The grip on Dream only tightened, suffocating him as Nightmare’s tentacles slowly climbed up his legs and arms. This was perhaps the dumbest decision he has made today. “Your effort will get us nowhere. Besides, was it not your goal to save the multiverse from all its suffering, in spite of my own? I died because of you. I suffered to keep you safe. YOU ARE IN DEBT TO ME!”

Suddenly, Nightmare screeched, an overwhelming roar covering the noise of several golden throwing stars striking off the tentacles around Dream, causing them to turn to dust, and several more gunshots were barely audible. Nightmare tugged himself away with a multitude of holes struggling to close themselves up.

Where the fox once stood was another skeleton. They wore a rather ornate red, indigo, white, and gold kimono with snow-white fur around the collar. They held two more handfuls of shuriken, and sent them both a polite smile.

“I’m afraid Dream-Sama doesn’t owe you anything.” the stranger said softly. “I will not allow this to continue further.” They summoned a golden scythe and charged at Nightmare, swinging to slice the being in half.

Nightmare narrowly dodged, pieces of negativity crumbling off his body with what Dream recognized as an effect of the weapons the stranger used on him. As Nightmare responded in kind, aiming to slice the odd skeleton’s head clean off, Dream dragged himself to his aching feet and summoned his bow, jumping away from a now multitasking Nightmare to avoid a lopsided smack across the void.

The stranger dodged the attack and cut through it before teleporting the scythe away and exchanged it for a set of thick chains, bright gold and radiating positivity, almost sickeningly so. Another shot rang out and tore through Nightmare, but another quick glance at the stranger gave Dream another nugget of information- they didn’t have a firearm on their person. So where were the shots coming from? Nightmare’s roars of outrage only doubled in volume and disastrous effect on the void, forcing Dream’s body to tremble with weakness against his will, even as Nightmare’s own state was deteriorating as well. Reaching out to whatever positivity he could, to the shock that he now sensed to much coming from the stranger’s weapon, Dream drew on that strength to form his arrows, and not a second to lose, shot three into Nightmare’s back, interrupting his next attempt at dismembering the intruder before him. The negative lord screamed this time, the darkness he initially entered with flickering away at the edges bit by bit in rapid succession, gaining speed the more Nightmare deteriorated. If he was trying to get a word in, Dream couldn’t determine what he wanted to say.

The stranger used his magic to fling glowing chains around Nightmare, reeking of positivity, but certainly not Dream’s own. “I suppose your time in that poor body is finally at its end. I do hope you understand this isn’t as personal as you believe it is.” They summoned a golden spear that radiated twice as powerful as the chains. Raising it up, Nightmare was impaled.

A final shot rang out as silent footsteps echoed. “Really, thiz waz that problem Klezmer mentioned. Ha… Skill issue iz far more accurate of a description.”

The darkness broke around them, the speaker looked like Killer, a far… shorter version of Killer, with a strange black uniform, and held a gun that had golden smoke flowing out the end. They blew the smoke away, then sent Nightmare a disappointed look.

Dream felt like he was going to collapse any second, but pushed himself to approach Nightmare, splitting his bow back into two swords. His brother was worse for wear, his body married to the floor and partially melting into it, the rare sight of white bones showing up here and there amongst the boiling corruption that has been covering it for centuries. Nightmare’s eye was rendered unfocussed, now absently staring in Dream’s general direction. The guardian swallowed down his nausea, then turned to address the two strangers. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

The Horror-like giggled at the question, it was almost menacing, hiding his mouth as he did so, “Oh no, I’m quite fine.”

“Zat idiot did hurt me the last time we met but it wazn’t much…. Not like this.” he aimed the gun at Dream.

BANG!

In shock, Dream didn’t process what just happened. He took one step back, then another, before he lost balance and dropped his swords, landing backwards at a painful angle. Distantly, he heard Nightmare’s beginning laughter, distorted and clear, and it quickly mutated into manic cackling right before the dark lord teleported away. No, he couldn’t lay down. Not now. A shaded cloud formed around Dream’s vision, and he finally brought his hand up to his chest to check his throbbing soul, his glove coming away caked in red.”

“Oh, don’t act like zat,” the Killer look-alike complained, “You’re not going to die.”

The skeleton in the kimono snatched the gun out of the other’s hand, snarling, “Idiot! Why did you do that!?”

It seems politeness was off the table.

“Simple,” the soldier smiled, “I felt like it.”

“You felt like it?! Edelweiss….” the growl was deep and demonic.

“Izanagi, don’t look at me like zat, you know it’z better to keep zese things balanced. We infected zat monstrosity, and so it’s only fair to do ze same with Dream. Zey’ll balance themselves out… maybe.” Edelweiss glanced at the suffering guardian to confirm his train of thought, “Yeah, zey’ll balance zemselves out.”

“You don’t know that!” Izanagi hissed. “That venom has far more power than any of the–” he looked like he was heroically holding back the urge to strangle the gunman then and there.

“I know zat!” Edelweiss said, as if offended by Izanagi’s statement, “I barely used less zan a drop. It can fit on ze tip of a sewing needle. So don’t blame me for hiz pain.”

“Why I oughta…” Izanagi’s grip on the gun tightened to the point the weapon snapped in half. “It’s one thing to use countless weapons filled with a Level one of Violence of venom and one drop of venom with a LOVE that is immeasurable.” Izanagi looked at Dream with an expression filled with worry.

Their words were nothing more than muffled blurs to the guardian, their exasperated expressions and gestures falling flat in terms of meaning. Dream could not pay as much attention as he should have, his head spinning and pain weighing unbearably on his body. Agonizingly, Dream dragged himself back up, failing to hold back a groan. He squeezed his eyes shut, and attempted to summon any degree of healing magic available to him, but got no results past his shaking hands flickering with dim light. The dizziness and nausea only built, this alien but sickening feeling creeping outwards from his chest. He had to leave. He didn’t know where, not when he could barely think as is, but he couldn’t stay here any longer.

With the last bit of willpower, he reached out towards the positivity of Underswap.

[wulfums]

hi wulf!!! can I ask for 3G 🏵️ (How did your ship meet? What were their first impressions?)

YESSS !!!!

So my main AU, Grim and Gnarly do die and they go to Hell. Gristle is assigned to them as their Eternal Tormentor but honestly? He's not feeling it. He doesn't give a shit. So instead of a Hell Torture Room like Charlie ended up in when he went to Hell, they end up in what is basically Gristle's run down evil apartment.

He doesn't torture them. He just tells them to do whatever, he really isn't about all that. Which does cause Grim to kind of challenge him on this and call him a pussy (Which like. Man. Bad time.) and Gristle is like "I'm really not, I'm just over this whole Hell thing. Make yourselves at home I guess." Gristle doesn't react to any attempts to upset him (Grim wants to see how far he can get away with because he's under the impression they got a demon who may be Easily Manipulatable. He figures out they didn't, something is just genuinely wrong.)

I think they figure out quick that Gristle really isn't gonna do shit to them. But they also can't do anything to him. So it's a stalemate. Grim still refuses to let down his guard at all and keeps up the Asshole Act because like....why would you trust a demon. But I think Gnarly warms up to Gristle quickly. Especially once they find out they have similar taste in movies and snacks.

I think Grim stays at a distance for the most part but does warm up to Gristle and gets very used to his presence. He also notices that Gristle opens up more and more and seems less stressed.

Gristle is able to bring things back here, so he gets a base of beers and some fast food, which I think the other two are genuinely appreciative of. Their favorite brand and orders were probably a conversation that was had in passing like, once, but Gristle remembered.

So during this night Gristle is like, "Alright, I gotta be real here. Do you guys wanna leave Hell?" and Grim and Gnarly and like !?!?! "We could just...do that the entire time??" and Gristle is like "No. And you're not gonna have any other chance either. Listen, so, the reason I'm stuck in the lowest part of Hell is because I got divorced recently from Satan. We were married for...a while. Things were pretty good at first, but unlike his other spouses, I wasn't just some yes man. He didn't really like that, so we started arguing more and things turned sour. So, ever since we divorced, I got demoted here. So that's why I was assigned you two. You both accomplished nothing and did nothing with your lives- don't get all offended, it's the only reason you didn't end up with a demon who actually cared about their job. So I figured, honestly, if I pissed the big guy off more lately, maybe he'd threaten to kick me out. And he did. So i'm leaving. I don't know what will happen when I do, but if you guys want, you could come with me. I haven't...really had friends in a good while. No one really wanted to talk to me once I split up from Satan. It's just been nice to spend time with people who aren't dumb dipshit idiots, you know? So, either come with me or not, up to you. I don't know what will happen if you stay." So obviousley, Grim and Gnarly are like "YEAH??? LETS FUCKING LEAVE???"

So Gristle packs his shit. It's not a lot. He only has like 3 suitcases. One of them is entirely filled with his stuffed animal collection.

Satan is pretty stoked that Gristle is leaving, they exchange insults before Gristle, Grim and Gnarly leave out the portal which closes after them.

And then Gristle realizes- his horns are gone. Fucker took his horns. A demon's powers are stored there- so it slowly dawns on him that he is, in fact, mortal now. Which makes sense but he didn't think about that.

Grim finds out that it had literally only been a month since they died. His mom hadn't found out, so his lux apartment that he and Gnarly had been living in was still getting paid for. He starts thinking maybe he should invite Gristle to live with them- but before he can do that Gnarly does. Which kind of annoys Grim but still, Gristle did get them out of an eternity of torment and gave up his immortality and cool demon powers.

So they live together! And the three of them just really mesh well together. Grim and Gnarly have been dating for a long time, so Gristle is kind of third wheeling for a while, but honestly he doesn't mind. He's happy to be around people in a relationship who aren't horrible to each other, which was like. Most of his marriage.

Grim finds himself getting like, worried about Gristle a LOT. Because it becomes clear Gristle doesn't understand what will kill him and what won't, and that he can, in fact, get hurt now. He finds himself talking to Gristle a lot as well now that they are out of Hell and he knwos Gristle doesnt have any ulterior motive. He finds out Gristle is genuinely a very thoughtful guy, someone Grim can have long conversations with. They also both enjoy horror novels.

Gnarly already liked Gristle, but he loves having him around on the surface even more. He loves getting to show him the fun shit about life, which honestly, helps both him and Grim realize that honestly, they want to live. Those Smiling Fools were onto something.

So I think one night when Gristle is out at a bartending course, Grim and Gnarly are like "So...you're into him too right?" and they kind of just agree they should say something. Grim is worried that maybe its too soon, he doesn't want to upset Gristle or bring up any bad memories about his marriage...but Gristle is absolutely down with this. He admits he has been into them both since before they even came to the surface.

He's just a good fit for both of them. His intensity level is between the two. They both love that Gristle is someone they get to teach about life, which makes them really consider what they actually like about it. So he's great for them mentally as well. He is also a great listener and a great cook.

ID ID NOT MEAN TO TYP ETHAT MUCH ??? DAMN

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 121

See?   They combined together and got really huge!  This is just like when Ribrianne and the U6 Namekians did all that stuff and everyone loved it!  Universe 3 is just as cool as those characters!  Right? Right?  You’re shaking your head no, what are you not getting here?

Last Episode, Universe 3 attacked Universe 7′s team in a desperate all-out bid for survival.  Their assault was so pitiful that Frieza didn’t even do anything to help and U3 still got their asses kicked. 

So Dr. Paparoni combined his three robot teammates into a big robot, Koicéareta, and when that failed, he combined with Koicéareta, forming an even bigger creature named Agnilasa.  The fact that I have to keep looking up all their names to copy and paste into this post should tell you how memorable these guys were. 

So obviously, this was why Universe 3 didn’t bother trying to use Potara earrings when Kefla made her big play.  Universe 2 tried and failed, Universe 4 was relying on stealth instead of power, and Universe 11 saw no point in fusion because Jiren’s so strong already.  But U3 didn’t use it because they already had Agnilasa in their back pocket, and he’s like four guys already. 

And yeah, this is just like the fucking Sigma Force, when General Rildo absorbed them all after they lost. 

Anyway, let’s go over this.  He’s really huge and strong and fast, and when the whole U7 team tries to attack him from every angle he somehow manages to block them all at once.  17 reasons that he must have ultrasonic radar, like a bat.  Yeah, why not?

Also he can do the Janemba thing where he makes portals and punches through them to hit enemies at unexpected angles.  So he basically controls the entire stage. 

Goku nearly gets eliminated, but Frieza kicks him back in the ring so he can continue winning the tournament.  Frieza sarcastically apologizes for kicking him so hard, and Goku genuinely replies that Frieza’s kicks aren’t enough to bother him.  Sick burn from Goku. 

Then Agnilasa tries to eat 18, presumably because he realized he can’t knock anyone out of the ring without a teammate making the save.  Yeah, but if you kill 18, you get disqualified, dummy.  Unless Agnilasa’s planning to just swallow them all and puke them up over the side of the ring. 

Fortunately, it doesn’t come to that, as Goku and Frieza show up in time to save 18.  Then she pays it forward by saving 17...

But she gets eliminated in the effort. 

Then Agnilasa grows wings, for... no real reason.  Oh, wait, Ribrianne did this, so U3 thinks it makes them look cooler.  Well it doesn’t.   Just give it up, Universe 3. 

So the squad all power up to their final forms, except 17, who only has one form.

Then they shoot their best hand lasers as Agnilasa shoots a giant fireball down at them.  They believe that Agnilasa’s plan is to destroy the entire stage, thereby eliminating everyone while he flies to safety.  Maybe, but Agnilasa could just be really dumb and not understand what he’s doing.  This episode does a lousy job of explaining whether Agnilasa is a mindless beast or a cunning tactician, and it’s kind of sublime how the managed to screw that up.

Anyway, 17 makes a barrier around himself and fliest through Agnilasa’s energy blast, then attacks the big red thing on his head, thinking that it must be his weak point.  Just like Cell Max, I guess.

That disrupts Agnilasa’s functions enough for the other four guys to blow him away...

I’m somewhat surprised to see them separate into their original forms on the bench, but whatever. 

So Universe 3 gets erased, but before they go, Lord Musco opens his robot suit and reveals his true form. No one cares. 

Seriously, this whole two-parter was this desperate attempt to showcase the team that got zero characterization through the entire arc.  And now it’s too late, because this is their last hurrah, and there’s no emotional resonance because they never mattered.  I guess it was supposed to be a big deal that Mosco never came out of his robot suit, but they never hinted at it before, or explained why he stays in there, so why should we care? 

Anyway, we’re not down to the last eight competitors, and the stage is set for Universe 7 vs. the Pride Troopers.  Jiren warns them that beating U3 was the last triumph they will ever experience.

And Goku’s like “Nuh-uh, we still have to beat you guys, silly goose!”

Anyway, here’s KISS with “Strutter”.

[evilminji]

.....I just? I just burst into laughter loud enough to startle my cats. BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT~?

UNLIKE Deadman.... DANNY got himself a whole ass HUMAN form! Just. Just *Pop!* Gasp! A child! From the thin blue NOTHING! XD Wanna see a magic trick? *vanishes*

That Card Carrying Little Shit(tm) would DELIGHT in this discovery. *Don't Stop Me Now begins to play* He can be Chaotic Good AND Chaotic Gremlin! No one can stop him! Hey Lex!? MISSING ANYTHING FROM YOUR OFFICE >:D *makes it rain suspicious and morally dubious paperwork at the daily planet* oooooh he should hit up Arkham, steal a rule book so he can yeet it a Walker and watch him break out the Red Pen Of Corrections and froth at the mouth! Maybe kick the clown! A LOT!!!

No Consequences Road Triiiiiiip!

Only to smash cut to the watchtower (where he snuck on, because he's young, situational dumb of ass, and hasn't realized that Non-Amnity folks CAN see him sometimes) where he is following Martian Manhunter (who can ALSO locate him. Again, just because they can't SEE you doesn't mean they're rookie Heros. They DO know what they're doing. This is Literally Their Job.)

(It's his thoughts. John can hear him. But he can ALSO hear the non-stop "omg he's SO COOL! He's from MARS and *Martian name* said he was a super brave and heroic bamf who fought during the fall of mars, and stayed with him in his final moments and his this Super Cool But Tragic War Hero and-" so like... that is a whole ass child. John is Concerned about the "knew and has spoken to his dead countrymen" thing but? Not a drop of malicious intent. Just a BOATLOAD of "nyehehehe >:3c I am somewhere I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE~~~" Which tracks, honestly. That's normal for what John can feel of his age range. Still needs to get scolded for it though sooooo >.> )

*enter stage portal (from the kitchens, because FUCK walking the entire tower when he can portal places. He's hungover, man.), one John Constantine! *

"Why is there a glowing infant in here?"

"HEY! ....wait *surprised Pikachu face* you can see me!?"

He gets "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" 'd by like... a TAG TEAM of Clark, J'ohn, Diana, and to his GREAT confusion Mr. Batman. (How does Batman know how to DO THAT?! Does he have KIDS? The internet said Robin was like.. an apprentice or something! Halp. He's being all "gruff dad is disappointed you risked your safety like that, you could have been HURT" at me at it is WEIRDLY EFFECTIVE, FORGIVE ME BATMAN SIR I HAVE SINNED)

Because you know. You KNOW they have had to give this talk to Sassy Lil Shit(tm) meance Vigilante kids before. But THIS one, unlike the others, hasn't built up an immunity to it yet. And they are willing to pull the "mentor shaped and Not Upset Just Worried" which is a DEVASTATING KO. Future king of the afterlife everbody.....

He grounded. He not even THEIR KID and somehow he grounded. Possibly kidnapped to be grounded? He's unclear, but has committed TERRIBLE CRIMES and WORRIED the Alien Dad's, Bat Dad, and Amazon Mom with his WRECKLESS Criminal Crime-yness! T^T

Short DPXDC Prompts #605

Phantom, much like Deadman, cannot be seen by anyone besides those liminal, magically gifted, or was magically given true sight.

[grayintogreen]

Maybe this is obvious or has been talked about before, but I've been thinking, does being the Nonagon actually mean anything? Like, aside from maybe the legendary actions Lucien's powers were powers anyone could get with the eyes. He's not the only one who can get into Cognouza since Cree and the Nein got in. I guess he's the only one who could open the portal? Idk.

I feel like the whole Nonagon "chosen one" thing was mostly bullshit made up by the Somnovem so they could manipulate someone into helping them.

DING DING. We have a winner!

I mean "aside from the legendary actions," which are nothing to sneeze at, but Lucien's legendary actions pre-Neo Somnovem weren't really that impressive, so if you consider that Lucien was NEVER supposed to have the power he ended up having, yeah. Yeah, being a Nonagon just sounds like being a normal Champion and those are a dime a dozen. Like hell, Uko'toa is out there throwing balls at people and never claimed There Can Be Only One.

I haven't actually talked about this AT ALL despite it being one of my main headcanons about the Somnovem. CR2 had a lot of stuff about old corrupt people in power and how they use the ambition and desperation of the young to get what they want by manipulating them, and I don't think Lucien's situation was any different.

Now I don't just say that because LOOK FREE LUCIGAST PARALLELS. It's kinda OBVIOUS, at least to me, that Lucien was being groomed (he was some punkass kid with ambition and brains and a desperate need to be accepted) and that his only job was to get the crests and move the city. Once he did that, he was done for. What other use would he even have? The whole world was about to go to shit.

And here's the thing- Lucien figured it out and flipped that "minion gets betrayed" narrative on its head. He had a lot to be pissed about being stuck in Cognouza with the Bitchiest Hivemind Ever, but I think peeking behind the curtain made him realize that the whole Nonagon thing was shit TO THEM, but to him? To him, it was everything. So he held onto it, even after it became clear that he didn't buy into THEIR idea of the Nonagon, because if he dismissed the title outright, he would have to admit that he wasn't special. He just found a book. (I say all this because Lucien WAS attached to the title and not just because of his long con. Like he may have turned on the Somnovem, but the significance of EVERYTHING stuck with him- he just decided he needed full control if the Somnovem weren't doing it right, otherwise he would have just nuked them and walked the fuck away.)

But that's the thing- the Nonagon is just the first person who finds the book and takes up the mantle. The Nonagon is an errand boy with special perks. The Nonagon is not CHOSEN, like Lucien clearly, CLEARLY needed to believe it was (lest we forget he gets genuinely choked up when he talks about the Somnovem "choosing" him- this meant something to him).

So yeah, I believe to the Somnovem, a Nonagon is just anyone who reads the book and takes their blessings and does their bidding and whatever they say otherwise is just fluffing their patsy up. Vess could have easily been the True Nonagon, and that's probably why he's so testy about her taking the title. There was LITERALLY NOTHING separating her from Lucien except that he was just a bit more vengeful and he got the drop on her. But fortunately, he has this handy narrative he can spin in his favor, which can go one of two ways:

1. The Somnovem put him back together so therefore he is clearly meant to be the True Nonagon and Vess is an icky bitch and they confirmed it.

2. Lucien made all of it up to make himself feel better.

Now I have mentioned that I think the Intended Usurper prophetical aspect Lucien spouted didn't sound like the Somnovem at all because that sounds like a lot of work for The World's Worst Group Project to conjure up, but it could be. I do think that they went out of their way to pull Lucien back together, not because he was The Only True Nonagon, but because they probably didn't WANT Vess as any sort of Nonagon and she was the one with the book, so no other Nonagons could exist. Like if Joe from Balenpost found the book and was easily manipulated, Lucien would probably be out on his ass, scattered to the winds for an eternity, but Vess is another wizard and wizards are notoriously like territorial cats. PLUS they're not gonna be able to groom a middle-aged half elf wizard who works in the government. She'll want more for her money and call them out, but this scrawny street kid who just wants someone to pat him on the head and tell him he's special? Yeah, they can keep him on a leash forever. That's a good investment. They need to keep him around.

And, unfortunately, that was a mistake, because he read them for filth and usurped the shit out of them, which WIZARD HUBRIS STRIKES AGAIN.

[leroyzboots]

you and i are trying, together.

part two.

The amount of unease that can fit into Tommy's more-than-human-less-than-god body is honestly surprising.

Tommy paces back and forth on the floor of the Lambda lab, his Beyblade whirring between his fingers and his precious immortal dog following behind him with love.

They'd arrived at around half past midnight, but it's now early morning and there's been no sign of the other two members of the science team.

Bubby leans back in their chair, crossing his knee-high laced boots over their knee, and bounces the other one out of anxiety.

"Tommy," he barks; "you're scaring the other scientists."

Tommy glances down and realizes that the Beyblade is whizzing madly in the air around his hands, suspended from nothing.

"D-dammit," He mutters, snatching his toy back and returns it to his pocket.

"They sho-should have been back by now."

Tommy stops pacing for a second and stares down the Coomers with his father's intensity.

"Surely, Benrey could have used teleportation?" Harold chimes in, his knuckles bruised slightly from his repeated stims.

"I think that's what he meant, dear," Bubby replies, patting their husband's shoulder affectionately.

"Yes, exactly!"

Tommy throws his hands into his pockets, huffing out his frustration.

"The f-fact that they're not...back yet! Means something has gone-"

A enormous thud echoes from the the floor, a piece of tile juts out slightly and scatters the scientists nearby.

"Wrong," Tommy finishes miserably, drawing his gun and preparing for Xen's creatures.

Beside him, Sunkist snarls, her hackles raised in warning.

The tile cracks and shoots into the air, with accompanying gunfire from below, and a hatch busts open from the hole.

Tommy aims to shoot, but immediately lowers his gun upon seeing Mr. Freeman's tired but happy face, followed closely by Benrey, the bags under his eyes looking darker than usual.

"G-Gordon!!"

Tommy rushes forward, embracing them both, and the knots of tension unravel in his stomach.

Benrey snuggles just a little closer into Tommy's coat, and Tommy releases Gordon to pull Benrey into a full hug.

--

Tommy planned on never admitting it to himself, but these two were the people he loved the most.

Benrey..he'd known Benrey for years.

It started when Benrey was just out of training, and Tommy had completed his certification to become a top scientist.

Benrey was 19, maybe 20 at the oldest, his hair pulled into a ponytail that ran down his back.

They weren't close, then, Benrey had been assigned to guard the G-Man's adopted son.

Benrey couldn't die, and Tommy's line of work was dangerous enough to need protection.

So it all worked out.

They barely exchanged more than a few words to eachother until that one night, that one fucking night and Benrey is tripping over himself in tears, blood pouring from the wound on his back and he's clutching Tommy, pawing at his shoulders.

Benrey trembled like he's made from glass and will break if he falls, and Tommy gripped the back of the others security vest so tightly the kevlar nearly rips in half.

And that's saying something.

That night they sat together and they're closer in distance than they've ever been, Tommy's warm and gentle hands bandaged the wound above the numbers tattooed onto Benrey's tailbone and Benrey spilled everything.

Between sniffles and the occasional sob, Benrey confessed, about the tools that somehow hurt him beyond regeneration, leaving a scar, about the men and their evil sticks of lightning that would seep into his bones and fill him with pain so intense he felt like he would break in half.

Tommy nearly broke in half himself.

He felt helpless, and so he went to the only person he knew would make the ones who hurt his first and only friend pay dearly-

His father.

Oh, Tommy had never seen the G-man so angry.

Black Mesa was a research facility, for god's sake, dedicated to the study of alien life and the progression of the human body.

So when Tommy's dad realized that the prototype imprisonment he had resolved several years ago had resurfaced with an even uglier face, he sent scientists who had never experienced fear in their lives tripping for the door in yelps of terror.

And that had been the end of it.

Benrey continued his job as a security guard, people who had previously been made in the facility were hired back on as scientists in new departments such as mixology and cybernetics, and Black Mesa cut its ties with the military.

Black Mesa, Benrey explained later in his own broken way to Tommy in the quiet breakroom during lunch hour, had been trying to create the perfect human being.

There were thousands upon thousands of prototypes that had been created, and Benrey had been the last.

But there had always been something wrong with the ones they created, whether it was serious physical or mental deformities, or simply a sense of fucked up little creature that ended up resulting in the insane amount of scientists with the ability to grow in size, and the security guards that always had a few too many rows of teeth or glowing eyes and severe anger issues.

They weren't always grown in tubes, Tommy learned, but they were always branded with their serial number on the base of the spine.

The one before him, Benrey quipped with a mouthful of sandwich, had been born to a prototype and a normal human employee, before they stripped them out with a memory wipe and sent them into normal society.

The anxious feeling that haunted Tommy in the years that followed had something to do with that piece of information in particular.

Something told him that the military and the alien planet they were studying wouldn't let go of Black Mesa kindly.

Mr. Freeman confirmed that.

He's in the hallway, on his way to get a soda, when he's met with a newer employee, only worked here about 4 or so years.

He seemed kind enough, if a little loud and stubborn. And alright, maybe it hurt Tommy's feelings when Gordon called him a freak, but that was pushed aside with the Resonance Cascade.

Tommy knew that this was it, this was the boot boys' revenge for cutting them out of the picture, but there was something else, distinctly and unsettlingly alien about the Cascade.

The whole of Black Mesa fell into shambles, with creatures of Xen integrating into their carefully built walls and lives, and Tommy kinda freaked, okay?

He'd seen Dr. Coomer around, always greeting him with a wonderful "Hello!!", and was met with a thrill in his stomach when he introduced another prototype as his husband.

Those two had been with him, in the observation room when the project exploded around Gordon and Benrey-

he wasn't supposed to be in the test chamber, what if it seriously hurt him?-

And maybe that was when Tommy realized he was in love with Benrey.

Over time, he felt a sense of conflict slowly building as he made friends with Mr. Freeman.

He seemed to hate Benrey, they hated eachother, but Tommy liked one and loved the other so he became their middle ground.

He was convinced to himself that Benrey liked him as well, until that room, that dark, dark room, and suddenly Benrey is kneeling in a puddle of Gordon's blood and Bubby is screaming, sobbing, blubbering his apologies to anyone who is listening as the soldiers drag them away and Benrey-

He says it, he says those words and it breaks Tommy's heart into a billion pieces-

"Because I love him, okay?! I'm fucking- whoop-de-doo, in love with Gordon god. G-goddamn Freeman, okay?..."

And then Benrey teleports, and he's gone, and Bubby is gone and Dr. Coomer leaves him in the cold dark sewer by himself.

Tommy cried.

Burying his head in his coat, he cried hard and long, alone on the rocky floor.

And then Mr. Freeman crawls out of the pipe, and Tommy can't help it, he holds him.

Gordon reeks of sewage and his bloody hand smells of copper but Tommy doesn't care, and alright, maybe that's when Tommy realized he's in love with Gordon too.

Alright, Tommy can deal with that.

Something Tommy can't deal with is the fact that his instincts are going fucking haywire.

Tommy's always been very perceptive when it comes to time, maybe he can't stop time like his father can, but he's definitely got a certain sense of time and reality as it surrounds him.

Being able to reach out and touch and feel certain areas, but not control them, and all of time is wrapped around him like a blanket.

So when the floor crumbles away below them and Benrey and Gordon fall deep into the recesses of Black Mesa's hellscape, Tommy freaks the fuck out.

A deep, inherent concern lays nested in the pit of his mind like a pile of cottonmouth snakes, hissing madly and snarling that something, something, is absolutely wrong with how this is supposed to go.

Tommy has a sinking feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

--

Man, Benrey really hates this place.

The scientists of the Lambda lab asked a simple request of the Science Team- go through the portal to Xen, get rid of the Nihilanth, bring back some weird space shit.

Easy as pie.

Right?

Wrong.

Benrey feels sick, feverish on this planet.

As he follows behind the group, his legs feel leaden and heavy, and he tugs at the collar of his uniform, which feels uncomfortably tight around his neck.

He's sweating, unusually warm beneath his helmet, but shivering as though chilled to his bones.

There's a tug, deep in his torso, pulling him along, but it's a nasty, oppressive feeling that makes his limbs feel like noodles.

He swallows nervously, eyes darting across the fetid, blood colored planet of Xen.

The sour smell clogs his senses, and as they trudge deeper and deeper through the portals, away from the floating rocks with little gravity and past strange barrels of highly toxic looking liquid, the heavy pull in Benrey's chest only grows stronger and more sickly.

They push through a final, puke-green portal, and the feeling inside of Benrey swells to near explosion.

A cave, with jagged and dark stone running up the walls in wicked cracks, a deep red flush to the area.

Water is flooding Benrey's boots, a putrid and decaying smell to the liquid, and it only adds to Benrey's fatigue.

The creature before them could only be the Nihilanth itself, and the very sight sends such a fucking shudder down Benrey's spine.

It's disgusting, twisted and pulsating flesh running down what must be its face, beady eyes in a cadaverous socket.

It looks like a fetus, a failed attempt of termination long after the allotted time.

It speaks, and the chorus of voices that accompanies it gives away the fact that Xen isn't just the planet-

It's the entire race.

"So. The humans have finally decided to be rid of us."

Gordon looks tired, beaten, but pulls himself upward and grunts through the pain of his broken shin.

"Get your video game dialogue out of the way," he says, with a dismissive wave of his gun-hand.

"I'm about done with this alien shit."

The Nihilanth laughs, a hideous and painful sound, and tilts its head in curiosity towards the little group of vagabonds.

"But you have brought us the very thing we need, Mr. Freeman."

Gordon groans in frustration, turning back to his friends with his teeth grinding against eachother.

"Why does it know my name?"

Xens' audience shrieks with delight, and the Nihilanth's barely feasible mouth twists into what can only be guessed as a grin.

"Xen knows everything about you, Mr. Freeman."

Benrey sways on the spot, his boots splashing the strange water, and the scene before him blurs.

"Whadda....what the hell are you..talking about, man?"

Xen's creatures seem to roar with laughter, and beside Benrey, Dr. Coomer throws up his fists protestingly.

"Xen has been all knowing, all seeing since time begun. As we grow, so do our minds, until we are forced to repopulate. Regrow."

Beneath their feet, headcrabs scuttle ominously, causing Tommy to jump backward with surprise.

"But human beings became a problem for Xen. Their flimsy bodies failed, burst open upon integration."

Benrey is only just awake enough to process this.

"The scientists of Black Mesa were so eager to learn of a new planet. So Xen took influence, and under the guise of building a perfect human being, created what Xen needed."

Gordon scoffs, his shoulders shaking as he laughs scornfully.

Xen reacts strongly, a collective hiss rising around them.

"Do not laugh at us, human."

The headcrabs stay at a distance, but raise their pincers and click them menacingly as the Nihilanth's speech continues.

"Xen required a human being who could withstand radiation, a being who could lose blood en mass and not perish."

A sense of dread washes over the Science Team, and Tommy instinctively puts himself in front of Gordon.

Bubby ignites his arms protectively.

"Let me guess," Gordon growls, revving up his minigun limb; "you needed me?"

Xen's creatures wail in joy, and Benrey takes that as a yes, and reaches for his gun, when something big and poisonous and slimy wraps around his ankle.

"Xen requires Benrey."

Benrey yelps as the Nihilanth drags him underneath the water, bubbles of Sweet Voice trailing from his mouth as his back bounces on the cragged floor beneath the surface.

The Nihilanth swings him into the air, and Benrey splutters, ears waterlogged under his helmet, which slips from his head and falls to the ground with a splash, Benrey's short black hair now dripping wet.

"Look at you, our once perfect vessel- a mewling, pathetic dog."

Hung upside down by his ankle, Benrey gasps in pain as Xen shakes him repeatedly, and for a brief, sickening moment, Benrey is forcibly reminded of the Finding Nemo movie Tommy showed him-

He feels like a fish in Darla's little bag.

"Bark, bark, bark but no bite. You were made with Xen's own blood and yet you cannot even protect those you are infatuated with."

With that, the Nihilanth throws him to the far wall, and his skull cracks on the rock.

It doesn't heal, and Benrey slumps down, struggling to stand, his eyesight swimming with tears.

"You think the Freeman human loves you? You cost him a limb. You would be perfect save for your one flaw- you kneel before a man you could kill with no effort, and you beg him to love you as you love him."

Benrey shakes, kneeling, and whimpers as he chokes out a sob, not trying to disguise his tears.

"You truly are nothing."

"No."

The word is tiny, barely audible.

Then again, louder, with a crack of his voice but more than enough power-

"No. You're wrong."

Gordon pulls himself to full height, scowling so deeply the age shows on his face.

"Benrey is everything to us. To all of us, but especially me."

"Y-yeah! We're not afraid of you!" Tommy chimes, and Sunkist howls with approval.

"If you or your alien bitches thought we'd just leave him here, you're just as stupid as you look."

Bubby grins wildly, cracking their neck from side to side, his bright and eager eyes flashing beneath their glasses.

"Don't fuck with the Science Team!" Coomer bellows, and Bubby cheers beside him.

"Now I'm only gonna tell you once," Gordon beams, turning away from his family to draw his gun-hand and point it at Xen's Nihilanth.

"Piss off."

Gordon fires, and the accompanying screams of headcrabs and peeper puppies echo across the cave, and Benrey is overtaken with an aching, sweet feeling he usually associates with Gordon.

It's love.

Benrey smiles fondly as his knees buckle and he falls to the ground and submerges in the murky waters.

--

Benrey wakes up and immediately is struck with a massive goddamn headache.

He closes his eyes and pulls the pillow over his ears, but the pain is there and clearly is not going anywhere, so he's going to have to ask for an aspirin or some shit.

Sitting up makes him so nauseous it's not even funny, so he decides it's not worth it to stand.

A loud snore startles Benrey enough to yelp, and he glances around for the source of the noise.

Sitting hand in hand on the floor, against the wall opposite his bed, are Gordon and Tommy, both bearing signs of wear and both dead asleep.

Gordon is clutching Benrey's helmet so tightly to his shirt it looks uncomfortable, and Tommy is curled protectively around Gordon's shoulders.

They're half dressed, like Black Mesa decided that the HEV suit and a bloody lab coat was not appropriate clothing but also did not have a whole lot of options for back up wear.

Benrey guesses this based on the fact that Gordon's not really wearing pants and Tommy's wearing a t-shirt that says "Birthday Girl".

Something about the fact that they're holding hands hurts Benrey, just a little.

His heart aches for a moment as he remembers the warmth of Gordon's hand and the feeling of a hug from the Beyblade enthusiast who was his best and only friend for a very long time.

Benrey shakes his head, decides he's going to repress it, and yawns.

God, his head hurts.

Benrey figures that if he stands, he's going to trip and probably break something, and since he doesn't trust his regeneration ability right now, he's not risking it.

Instead, he picks up his pillow and heaves it at the two scientists as hard as he can.

Tommy jolts awake, blinking, then smiles widely upon sighting the guard.

"Benrey!!"

Tommy shoots upward, and makes the distance between the wall and the hospital bed in one step, leaving Gordon to slump over and yell in surprise as he hits the floor.

Benrey's pulled into a crushing hug, and he wheezes for Tommy to be gentle.

"S-sorry!" Tommy cries happily, pulling back to take in Benrey's face.

"It's..it's g-good to see you awake."

Gordon stands, still holding the helmet, and wanders over to where Tommy is perched on the edge of the bed.

"You've been out for hours," Gordon adds, gently reaching out with his left hand to ruffle Benrey's hair.

"We were starting to get worried."

Benrey swallows his funny retort for once, instead choosing to spit out some clear blue song in response.

Tommy reads it almost immediately, and excuses himself to get medicine.

Gordon takes his spot on the bed, and just looks over Benrey.

Benrey feels like he's being scrutinized, with Gordon's soft green eyes just roaming over his face.

"Alright. Fucking. Get the questions outta the way," Benrey mumbles irritably, sticking out his tongue.

"I know you're fuckin. Curious about the shit Xen said."

Gordon laughs sweetly, setting the helmet down on the bed next to him and runs his fingers over it fondly.

Benrey takes a note of his new right hand, a grey-black prosthetic that clicks when Gordon moves his knuckles.

"I don't really have any questions," Gordon grins, adjusting his shirt.

"Other than, are you okay?"

Benrey's taken back by this one.

Not only did he cost Gordon his hand and almost his life about thirty billion times, but everyone (including him!) also just found out that Benrey was made with Xen DNA.

He's essentially Gordon's enemy in every sense of the word, and Gordon is asking if he's okay?

"....did the Nihilanth hit your head or somethin', man?? What the hell kinda. Question is that one??"

Gordon's smile softens massively, and it makes Benrey's heart melt into a little puddle in his stomach.

"Benrey, you saved my life a whole shit ton of times back there."

"Yeah, I also almost got you killed," Benrey interrupts, but Gordon doesn't pause.

"I've been thinking about a lot of things while you've been asleep, and I've been talking with Tommy a lot too."

Benrey's happy puddle evaporates into a heavy leaden ball inside of his chest.

"I don't need to hear this, dude."

Gordon looks a little confused, so Benrey keeps going.

"You're. I know you heard the shit Xen said about...."

Benrey pauses, unsure if he wants to say it out loud.

That'll finalize it, forever.

He takes a breath, then with a great effort, says it out loud.

"I love you. Have since we were kids, have since I first met you. Xen was...right. They were fucking right, you're happier with Tommy because he's never hurt you or..fuck. Fuck, man, you don't feel the same and I'm done pushin' it on you. We uhh, clear?"

Gordon covers his mouth with his hand, and for a split second Benrey thinks he's made him cry, but Gordon bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach and snorting in between giggles.

"B-Benny, you idiot, I am in love with you."

Maybe it's the sudden affectionate nickname, or the fact that Gordon said he loves him.

But Benrey blushes, hard, and pink-to-blue sweet voice bubbles out of his mouth in surprise.

"Whuh?"

Tommy walks back into the room, bottle in hand, and pauses at the sight in front of him.

"Oh, are w-we doing conf-confessions now?!"

Before Benrey can even speak, Tommy drops down beside him and kisses him on the cheek, putting him and Gordon's hands in his own.

Tommy doesn't say it, but Benrey gets the point.

"Fucking- FINALLY!!"

Benrey just might die for real.

Bubby leans in the doorway, a smug grin on his face, elbow resting on Dr. Coomer's shoulder.

"Ah, young love is beautiful!"

Tommy and Gordon laugh cheerfully at Dr. Coomer, and Benrey buries his face sheepishly in the blankets.

--

It takes a few days, but Benrey recovers pretty well from the Nihilanth.

He's thought a lot about what Xen said.

And he's decided that they were very wrong about him.

His love for other people isn't a flaw, it's his best quality.

He can and will protect the people he loves with his life, no matter what.

And he knows that the people he loves will do the same for him.

With time, Gordon learns not to flinch at the sight of his right hand, or gag when he drinks a soda.

Benrey learns to accept hugs and snuggles from Tommy, and figures out the jokes that Gordon likes and doesn't like.

Tommy is always there to patch up Benrey's injuries, and learns better responses that don't involve soda when Gordon needs to vent.

So Benrey feels safe, and knows that he's not the only one who's trying to be better.

Benrey and them are trying, together.

[wilbur-rabbit]

We are Soulmates - Sam, Dean and Cas' POV

Criminal Minds / Supernatural Crossover

Summary: When you get arrested by the FBI Sam, Dean and Cas do everything they can to get you back.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader (Aaron isn't in this chapter)

Word Count: 2294

Chapter 1

Warnings: cursing

A/N: This is a short story based on 'We are Soulmates' that goes through what happened in the first chapter from Sam, Dean and Cas' point of view. I recommend reading chapter one first. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Sam and Dean had stayed behind when Y/N had decided to follow Krissy and her friends to kill the vampire. Neither of them was particularly fond of the idea of you going off on your own but you insisted that you had it. Even after all these years they still felt protective over you.

Several hours later, Sam and Dean had gotten nowhere with the foster dad. They felt in their guts that something was off about him, but they didn’t know what. Both ready to call it a night, Dean got out his cell phone prepared to call Y/N to see how things were going with Krissy, when suddenly Krissy and her friends’, Josephine and Aiden, barge through the front door. The three of them talking at once, making it impossible to decipher what they were saying.

“Okay!” Dean yelled out. “One at a time, Krissy what is going on?”

Krissy took two heavy breaths before launching into the events that occurred after they found the vampire. How Y/N had found them in the barn right after Krissy had killed the vamp that had murdered her father, to them hearing several cars pulling up and Y/N telling them to go and get the Winchester’s. When Sam and Dean heard that Krissy had seen agents with FBI vests on when they had run out of the barn, dread settled into their chests.

Right after Krissy finished her story and Sam and Dean had gotten all that they could out of them, they left heading back to their motel room to try and come up with a plan.

The impala was quiet, both brothers thinking of ways to fix the mess they have found themselves in. Dean was the first to break the silence.

“How did this even happen?” he asked his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. “It’s our job to protect her. We shouldn’t have let her go off on her own.”

Sam glanced over at his brother. As soon as they had heard what happened to Y/N, he knew Dean would blame himself. It didn’t matter how many times you had gone off on your own on a hunt and been fine. They couldn’t have known this one would be different.

“She’s going to be okay,” Sam reassured. “She’s been in worse situations before. She can handle this.”

Dean slammed his hand down on the steering wheel, “She’s never been arrested by the fucking FBI! They found her standing over a decapitated corpse. They aren’t going to just let her go.”

They had just pulled into the parking lot of their motel and Sam waited until they parked before he responded, wanting to give Dean a moment to calm down.

“I understand that she hasn’t dealt with this before,” Sam said in the reassuring voice he always used with people when he wanted them to stay calm. Dean looked over and glared at him picking up on his tone, which caused Sam to sigh. “Okay, look, I know this is a fucked-up situation Dean, but we will get her out of it,” Sam said. “We need to call Cas and let him know what he is going on. We could use his help. Then I think we should head back to the bunker.”

“You want to leave her here?” Dean said incredulously.

Sam rolled his eyes, “I have an idea that might work, but we are going to need Cas and ingredients that we have in the bunker to do it.”

Dean sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine. I’ll call Cas. You grab our stuff so we can check out and leave.”

As Sam was packing up the car Dean stood a few paces away waiting for Cas to pick up the phone. They hadn’t talked in a while and Dean felt bad that he was only contacting him because something was wrong. Communication was something he need to work on.

“Hello, Dean,” came Cas’ deep voice through the phone.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean replied. “How have you been?” Dean didn’t want to automatically start off with the bad news, plus he genuinely wanted to know how Cas was doing.

“I’ve been good. I just finished a hunt in Nebraska,” Cas said. “Vengeful spirit. I’m heading back to the bunker now. How are you, Dean?”

Dean wanted to ask how the hunt had gone and why Cas didn’t just come along with them if he planned on hunting, but he stopped himself. Their current predicament was more important.

“I’ve been better,” Dean said with a sigh. “Actually, that is why I called. Y/N was arrested by the FBI.” His hand that wasn’t holding the phone rested on his hip as he looked to the ground. “Sam has an idea on how to get her out, but he says we need to go back to the bunker and that we will need your help.”

Cas is silent for a moment surprised at the turn of events. “Of course. Whatever I can do to help,” he said.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean replied happy to have Cas’ help, even though he had known Cas would be on board as soon as he knew Y/N was in trouble. “We are currently in Bloomington, Indiana, but we are getting ready to head that way.”

“Okay, good. I will see you at the bunker,” Cas said.

“Sounds good. We will call if we get an update,” Dean responded. “Bye, Cas.”

“Goodbye, Dean.”

As they started their drive back to the bunker Sam explained his plan.

“Archangel grace can be used to jump dimensions, right?” Sam asked even though he and Dean both knew that was true. Dean nodded anyway. “So, what I was thinking is that we, in theory, should be able to use Cas’ grace to open up a portal to where Y/N is. We can go through, grab Y/N and bring her back.”

“Do you even know if that will work?” Dean questioned, glancing at Sam.

“Well,” Sam started. “No, not exactly.”

“So, we have a half-assed plan that we don’t even know is going to work and is taking us farther away from where Y/N is currently locked up?” Dean asked in disbelief.

“I don’t see you coming up with anything,” Sam said, his voice rising.

“Yeah, cause you said you had a plan–,” Dean is interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Hello?” he barked not even looking at the caller ID.

“Dean,” you breathed on the other line and Dean was so relieved to hear your voice. “Where the hell are you?” he knew he shouldn’t let the panic into his voice so you would stay calm, but he couldn’t help it.

“Is that Y/N?” Sam asked. Dean nodded before taking the phone from his ear and putting it on speaker.

“I’m at the police precinct,” you said relieving both men. They hadn’t voiced it, but they had both been afraid they would move you to somewhere with higher security, especially if the feds found out that you were involved with them. They hoped for your sake it didn’t come to that.

“We know what happened and we are so sorry. We should have gone with you. We are going to find a way to get you out. We aren’t sure how, but we will. Oh, and Sam is here too.” Dean said having to get some of the guilt off his chest. Obviously, he knew that Sam had a plan but given the fact that they had no idea if it would even work, he didn’t want to give you false hope. Plus, if their call were being monitored it would be better if the feds didn’t hear what they were planning. Not that they would necessarily believe it.

“Hey Y/N/N. How are you holding up?” Sam asked.

“Hey Sammy. I’ve been better.” You chuckled, but there was no humor to your voice. “It’s bad. I don’t know if I’m going to get out of this one.”

Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and Sam squeezed his eyes shut. They could both hear the fear in your voice, and they hated that they couldn’t do anything but reassure you that it would be okay.

“Hey, none of that. We’ve been in situations worse than this. We will find something. You just need to hang in there. Don’t admit to anything,” Sam said. Dean glanced over and saw the determination on his face. The look made him feel more confident that they would be able to get you home.

“Okay. Yeah, I won’t.” you responded, and they could hear the hope that Sam words had given you.

“I got a hold of Cas earlier,” Dean said. “He is heading this way too.”

“Good. I’m glad he will be back with us,” You said.

“It’s going to be okay. We will figure something out.” Dean repeated.

“I know. I trust you guys. It’s just…” You paused. Sam and Dean waited for you to continue, but when you didn’t, Dean reassured you again.

“We know. We’ve been there.” Dean said.

You were still quiet and the brothers glanced at each other, wondering what was happening on the other side of the call.

“Should I ask for a lawyer?” you questioned suddenly.

Dean turned to Sam, “Well, should she Sammy?”

Sam gave his brother a glare at the nickname, making Dean roll his eyes. Apparently, it was only okay if you called him that.

“It would probably be better if you did. We have had them in the past. That way they can’t try and pull a fake confession out of you,” Sam advised.

“Maybe I should just tell the truth,” You replied. Both of the brothers’ eyes widened, surprised that you would want to tell the FBI about the supernatural.

“That is always a tight rope to walk,” Dean cautioned.

“Yeah, you should really think about that before you do,” Sam added.

“You might be right,” you said, but you sounded slightly dazed and distracted. “I have to go. They are wanting me to get off the phone.”

“Okay. Just be careful. We’ll figure this out.” Dean said.

“I know you will. I–I love you guys.”

Hearing you say those words softened the two men that thought of you as a sister. That wasn’t a word the three of you, or even four counting Cas, used that often and at hearing you say it in a stressful time like this, like you weren’t sure when you would see them again, made the brothers realize that they need to say it more.

“We love you too, Y/N.” Sam said softly.

“Yeah, we do,” Dean confirmed.

With a quiet goodbye you hung up the phone.

Once Sam and Dean got back to the bunker, they saw Cas’ ’78 Lincoln Continental parked in the garage. Dean was relieved to see it no matter how much he hated the car. The boys grabbed their duffels and headed into the bunker. Cas was sitting in the library, several books laid out on the table as he searched through them.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said, setting his bag down on the side of table not covered in books. Cas looked up at the two men.

“Hello, Dean. Sam.” Cas replied. “I’ve been searching, trying to find something that can help us, but I have not been particularly successful.”

Dean pulled out a chair that was across from Cas. “Well, that’s okay,” he said sitting down in the chair. “Sam has a plan.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

Sam rolled his eyes, pulling out the chair next to Dean’s. “My theory is that if we can use archangel grace to jump between dimensions, we can use angel grace to teleport to other places here on Earth.” Sam told Cas.

Cas squinted his eyes and tilled his head. “In theory that could work.” He said, causing Dean to grunt. “I have never tried it, though. Not long ago I wouldn’t have needed a teleporting spell to go anywhere in the world.”

Dean sighed; his head tilted back so he was facing the ceiling. “Okay,” he said, looking to Sam and Cas. “If we do this and it does work, I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.” Cas said. “Y/N is with the FBI, who you have been on the wanted by for years and still would be if they didn’t think you were dead. I’m going”

Dean sighed, knowing he was right as much as he hated it. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

The three of them went to work finding the ingredients to the original spell. A pile of bones, dried herbs, cuts of wood fungus, and a pinch of dark powder, were all found in the storage room of the bunker. They added in a lock of Y/N’s hair that Dean grabbed from your hairbrush, so they could direct the spell toward your location.

After having everything assembled it was time for the final ingredient. Cas took the knife that Dean held out to him. He brought the knife across is neck letting some of his grace flow out into the small glass bottle that Dean held up to him. After the glass was filled, Cas brought his hand to his throat, healing the wound with a glow of light from his palm.

Dean took the bottle and pored it over the bowl that held the other ingredients. As he poured the grace into the bowl Sam chanted in Enochian.

“Mah ray, fah doh, em lah. Kah day, em lah. Kah day, em lah!”

There was a flash of light, before the portal formed in the room. A crack glowing a dark gold. Cas looked to Sam and Dean for a moment before he walked through the portal, disappearing from the brothers’ view. Now all they could do is wait.

[ascalonianpicnic]

Hey! Y’all want a salty essay about the bullshit treatment Caithe gets from the fandom at large that compares Rytlock and Caithe’s characters? Cause I wrote one!

Warning: this essay is incredibly bitter and salty, and that bitterness and salt is directed at people who hate Caithe. I swear in it. I’m mean to Rytlock in it. I heavily imply people who hate Caithe are sexist in it. This was written in the middle of the champions releases, but doesn’t focus on s5 or past pof in general.

A morally grey assassin, jaded from a traumatic past who thinks they have to do everything themself to ensure it's done right. They had to kill someone close to them for the greater good, were deeply hurt by a former partner, no longer work with their old crew due to a tragedy they could not prevent and blame themself for. The two people they care about are their brother whom they love and understand despite his quirks and oddities, and their new young mentee who they have mixed feelings about and who they don't want to admit they care for for fear of losing them. They have a blood soaked past and make mistakes, but they're learning and growing thanks to their young mentee and the hard work they're putting in at reflecting on their past actions and accepting they don't have to bear the weight of the world alone.

Y'all would like Caithe if she was a man. She's built on several tropes so commonly seen in male protagonists and mentor figures. Mistakes she's made that people claim are unforgivable are made by other, less apologetic, male characters who are forgiven and still held in high regard. And I know these archetypes are popular among the guild wars 2 fandom, considering the high crossover with dragon age fans, and how many dragon age fans love Zevran the assassin who regularly hides his true feelings and bears so much guilt, and Duncan the former thief who sees little crime in what he views as rightful murders and views death as an acceptable cost to protect some secrets for the safety of the world. The guild wars 2 fandom in general would love Caithe so much more if she wasn't a woman. 

But because she's a woman, killing Wynne, killing a few courtiers during personal story, keeping the secret of the sylvari to protect her people from a massacre at the hands of the other races, and taking the egg to ensure it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands are all seen as unforgivable sins. She's learning and growing every step of the way. She's taken the time to look back on what she's done. She's apologized for not trusting and betraying the commander (who she has a complicated relationship with regardless of race, that person stole her wyld hunt because she was somehow not good enough to kill a dragon alone), she's learned she can rely on others to have her back and doesn't have to do everything alone, she's realized bloodshed isn't always the answer. She's come a long way, learned to let herself trust again, and is working so hard to grow. Yet loads of y'all still hate her for her past mistakes, and some of y'all think it's okay to wish death on her fucking openly with no warning. 

And yet, so many people who hate Caithe and wish death on her, citing her actions during Living World Season 2 and Heart of Thorns as the reason why, will in the same breath mention that Rytlock is one of their favorite characters in the game. As I said, y'all would like Caithe if she was a man. 

Rytlock has made the exact same mistakes as Caithe during the story. Alright maybe not exactly the same, but his mistakes parallel hers very cleanly. He isn't an assassin, but he is a born and raised soldier who has killed countless people in his rise to the rank of Tribune. He didn't steal an egg, but he did jump into the mists and free a clearly powerful and dangerous figure for the sake of getting his sword back. He didn't keep the secret of the sylvari, but he did, in fact, keep the secret of Balthazar. And he had his own mentee who he had a fraught relationship with. Let's take this one by one. 

If you play through the blood legion story on a charr, you probably remember overthrowing the legionnaire of your warband and taking over. In this segment, Rytlock not only encourages you to challenge your Legionnaire, he forces Urvan Steelbane to fight you. Then, at the end of the fight, he gives you the option to kill your superior. Rising through the ranks in charr society is a mixture of proving yourself a reliable soldier and proving yourself superior to your superiors through combat so you can take their place. As a tribune, Rytlock has risen high through the legion, spilling lots of blood and putting those around him at risk. It is noted that prior to his promotion to tribune, Rytlock got in serious trouble more than once for risking missions and endangering his own warband for the sake of his own fame and glory. While not an assassin, much like Caithe he has a very bloody history and a habit of trying to do everything himself  

One of the biggest events held against Caithe is when she steals Aurene's egg from the dying Master of Peace as he tries to give it to the commander. While especially true for the sylvari commander, Caithe has a lot of her own reasons for not trusting this incredibly important egg in the hands of the commander. At the same time, her calling as one of Aurene's guardians, her wyld hunt to protect this egg, and the poundings at her mind of mordremoth are all overwhelming her and leaving her confused. Feeling she has to do everything herself, as she often struggles with, Caithe takes the egg to protect it from falling in the wrong hands. She later admits this was the wrong move that put people around her in grave danger and risked the world and apologizes for it. The way Caithe acts about Aurene's egg is pretty similar to how Rytlock acts towards the sword Sohothin. The first time he sees it, he jeopardizes the mission he and Crecia are on to steal it, putting her in extreme danger and blaming her when she has to act to protect herself. Later on, when he loses the sword through a mists portal during a ritual to try and cleanse the foefire ghosts from Ascalon, he abandons the ritual, ensuring it fails, so he can pursue his sword, leaving the commander and the iron legion imperator to face the danger of Barridin's ghost army alone, much like how Caithe left the commander to face the Shadow of the Dragon while she fled with Aurene's egg. While in the mists, seeking his lost sword, Rytlock frees a very clearly powerful and dangerous figure (who we'll come back to) in order to reclaim Sohothin. Like how Caithe put the world at risk by trying to protect the egg alone, Rytlock puts the world at risk trying to reclaim his sword. 

Let's take a brief moment to talk about Caithe and Rytlock's mentees, before we get on to the biggest similarity the two share. Caithe's mentee, if she has one as it depends on the player, is the sylvari commander. The sylvari commander is a decently young sylvari, who only a few years earlier emerged with a parallel wyld hunt to Caithe herself. Caithe is a loner in general following the pains of Wynne's death, Faolain's abuse, and the breaking of Destiny's Edge. Now she's handed a youth who was created to help her with her Hunt that she was always told she had to do alone, basically saying she is no longer trusted to perform her hunt alone and now she has to train her replacement. She does seem to care for the commander, but the relationship there is always going to start off complicated, and it leads to her betraying the commander, leaving them to fight the Shadow of the Dragon, and taking the egg she doesn't trust them to handle. Later on, once she realizes her mistakes, she reaches out to the commander to apologize, and repeatedly puts her trust very clearly in them, acknowledging that she does need them and she did in the past. How that relationship ends is of course up to the player, but she makes an attempt at reconciliation after the fallout. Rytlock's mentee of note here is Rox. He takes her own as a promising young woman who he thinks would fit well in his warband and takes a hand in helping her train and find her place again in the legions. In order to join the Stone warband, Rox is given the incredibly difficult and definitely not soloable task of killing Scarlet Briar. Rox, when it comes down to it, chooses to put Braham's life and safety over dealing the killing blow to Scarlet herself, trusting the commander, whoever they are, and Kasmeer to get the job done while she stays back with Braham and Marjory. Following the victory over Scarlet, Rox is too afraid to face Rytlock. She didn't kill Scarlet herself, meaning she failed, and she's afraid Rytlock will kill her for it. This is itself a sign of a deeply unhealthy relationship between Rytlock and Rox. On top of that, Rytlock has as of yet never tried to reach out to Rox, to check up on her or apologize or do anything to repair the relationship between the two of them. (A note from replaying s2, Rox does join for the barradin keep mission with Rytlock there, but Rytlock doesn't really check up on her, and he sure as hell doesn't offer her the more than earned position on his warband despite everything.)

The last point is the one I believe I've seen held against Caithe the most. During Living World Season 2, Caithe keeps secret from the commander and from her own brother Trahearne that the Sylvari are purified minions of Mordremoth, leading to Trahearne's attack against the dragon ending in a massacre. Caithe, when she was incredibly young and impressionable, learned the truth from Wynne before having to kill her to keep Faolain from learning the truth as well. She has, for years now, been the only one to know this secret, and she believes that if it were to get out, the world would turn against the still young and fairly defenseless sylvari and slaughter them. As she sees it, she has to bear the burden of this secret alone, as she has to do everything alone. While dealing with her duties tied to Aurene's egg and struggling with the growing voice of Mordremoth as well, she may not even know of Trahearne's plans to fly an army into the jungle. She has every reason to keep this secret still, it's for the good of her own people. Yes it is a mistake, but she didn't know this at the time. She believes, as she keeps this secret, that it is the only way to prevent the sylvari from dying off as they're just coming into the world. She regrets the loss of life, but she can't go back and change it now. 

Now Rytlock also keeps a very important secret, from the commander and everyone else. He refuses to share details of what he saw and did in the mists during his hunt for Sohothin. While in the mists, Rytlock meets an old man in chains. The man, recognizing Sohothin in Rytlock's hands, unlit, says he can reignite the sword if Rytlock frees him. Rytlock accepts the deal and frees the man, returning Sohothin to its original glory and gaining access to a portal out of the mists that the old man makes. Now, Rytlock grew up while the war between humanity and the charr was still growing strong. He spent a lot of his early years in Ascalon, exploring the ruins, likely fighting humans trying to reclaim their land, and definitely fighting the ghosts of humans. That alone should have been enough for him to recognize the human god his enemies worshipped while waging war against him and his people. Beyond that, after Rytlock came into possession of Sohothin, he researched the sword's history. The sword, originally crafted and wielded by Balthazar, is one Rytlock is familiar with. It stands to reason Balthazar himself is at the very least a familiar figure to Rytlock. So when Rytlock encounters a large, powerful figure in the mists who recognizes Sohothin in a state very few have ever seen it in, and has the power to relight the flames that the god Balthazar had originally created, Rytlock has to know who he is talking to. He knows who he freed in exchange for Sohothin's flames. He may say otherwise, but there is no way he doesn't know who he freed in the mists. Even if we give him the benefit of the doubt and say he didn't know who exactly he freed, he still should have told the commander about the man with very powerful fire magic and the ability to make portals who he followed out of the mists. Rytlock caused the tragedy that is Path of Fire and almost caused the end of the world, because he decided to keep the fact that he freed Balthazar a secret from everyone until it was far too late and Elona was already burning. Caithe's secret may have resulted in the failure of the Maguuma campaign and the loss of lives of many soldiers, but Rytlock's secret resulted in the near destruction of an entire civilization and the deaths of countless innocents. 

Yet Caithe is still hated deeply for keeping a secret that she thought was for the good of the world, while Rytlock is quickly forgiven for keeping a secret to protect his pride. Rytlock has made all the same mistakes Caithe has and has arguably handled all of them worse, yet he is still a fandom favorite while she is hated by the community. It's pretty clear that Caithe isn't hated for her actions and mistakes. That's just an excuse. 

You would like her if she was a man. 

[votederpycausemufins]

hermit!Tommy au keeps living rent free in my brain and i need to get it out to write my other stuff. writing sort of helps but it’s also letting other aus in!

like in this i’m also using triplet au and some avian race stuff plus one au thing i’m adding because i like it!

send help, i don’t know enough about dream smp to write it well but i’m writing anyway and maybe it’s good but i have Anxiety™.

uh, anyway, part one of this new idea, if you have any idea who would help dream get tommy back like this, tell me cause otherwise i’m only using tubbo techno and dream cause i’m not sure who would realistically join.

oh yeah and @petrichormeraki for making the hermit!tommy au and i think also the triplet au? and then also @strawberrylemonz because i didn’t realize they had more chapters of their one fic and i binge read all of memories in the stars so now Grian and Tommy are brothers in this fic.

Dream smiled wildly under his mask as he stared at the portal that stood in front of him. It was no nether portal, the only resemblance being the purple color between the blocks of the frame. Said blocks were eight pure diamond blocks making an almost five by three shape. It had taken months to learn of the design and get it to work properly, but here it was. Known only as the infinity portal, Dream knew this was just what he was after.

A few other players stood near him, having assisted in the creation of the portal at Dream’s demands and threats. It had started when Tommy disappeared. When everyone realized, there were a range of emotions, but almost everyone knew that there would be no way to find Tommy. They hadn’t noticed for who knows how long after he left, leaving no trail. Dream was the only one who thought there might be a way to find his lost ‘friend’. And that idea became real when at a MCC tournament with Tubbo, the compass the boy always wore stopped spinning once again. And even then, learning that had been chance when in the middle of a game the normally hidden item had come loose.

Dream never saw Tommy so he assumed that he was simply in the crowd and not participating, which made it harder to pin him down, but with the return portals going group by group, it was easy to see the compass stop tracking Tommy after the Hermitcraft group left.

The initial knowledge left Dream shocked and even doubting a return of Tommy. That place was known as a very well protected place. It was likely that Tommy’s arrival caused those that resided in Hermittown would have their admin making things harder to bypass. And at the same time, someone who could get through like Tommy did, even by chance, would likely be heavily monitored. It’s just how Dream would do it.

But not wanting to give up, Dream researched into these people and learned how the Hermits would open their gates briefly before moving on. Based on previous patterns, there was no way Dream would wait months and months before that happened again, but some knowledge has seeped over from the previous event.

Some of the Hermits had found a way to create something called the infinity portal, and immediately Dream knew that would be his way to Tommy. If anything were to get past the Hermit’s protection, it would be something of their own design.

And now here it was, his very own Infinity portal. He had even used his admin powers to give it a little upgrade. A duplicate of Tubbo’s compass was placed into one of the blocks making up the frame. It was slightly dented and scorched from previous attempts and was currently sparking dangerously, but it was all holding. 

Now, speaking of Tubbo, the boy was just to Dream’s right. He grabbed Tubbo a little harshly and pulled him forward. “See, it finally works!” Dream spoke, his voice edging complete madness. “And I’m sure it wouldn’t have without that little trinket of yours, so why don’t you have the honors Tubbo?”

Normally Dream wouldn’t want to give anyone else the chance to get to Tommy before him, but he was smart and knew how to survive. While the portal looked stable and working for the most part, the sparks from the compass told another story. He could go in first and potentially die, or he could use a test dummy. 

Tubbo was too eager to see Tommy once again and didn’t see any problem with going first. He stepped onto the portal and barely gave a second thought about Dream’s Request to come back once he was through to say where exactly they landed. He watched as the world around him warped and turned purple, just as with a nether portal, but the bright white flash that followed was different.

The first thing Tubbo saw was a large turquoise building, but to see it better, he took a step out of the portal and fell into the water a few blocks below. He looked back up at the portal and then at the ocean floor before using the blocks he had on him to build back up to the portal. As he did so, he could feel his communicator buzzing madly. Tubbo finally looked at the thing once he reached the portal again and made a small platform around it.

<MumboJumbo> Did someone make a new cam-drone?

<Tango> Not me

<Grian> Might be Tommy, he’s the only one afk right now

<joehillssays> name sounds familiar and he doesn’t normally use them, so might be an old one.

Tubbo stared at the communicator, there were more messages, but only the first few mattered to him, specifically the message with Tommy’s name in it. He couldn’t be completely sure that it was his friend though, but before he could look at the list of other users, two new messages came in.

<TommyInnit> Guys, please just let me have this one, it’s really important.

<TommyInnit> Tubbo how the fuck

Tubbo couldn’t help but tear up at the message. He started typing back, sure his message was coming out poorly due to the tears messing with his already impared vision, but there was a ping as his message was sent before he walked through the portal again.

~~~~~

Tommy had finished afking near Mumbo’s industrial district, having turned off his communicator so he could just sit and watch the machines go. As he turned everything off again, he unmuted the device just to have a flood of messages show up. He scrolled up until a yellow one caught his eye.

Tubbo_ joined the server

Tubbo. His Tubbo. How was he here? Tommy had to know, and even if the other Hermits would get upset at his language, it was all he could think of right now. He sent a message, hoping Tubbo would see it and that this wasn’t all some huge mistake. After the messages were sent, he stared at the communicator until another message was sent. Seeing Tubbo’s name in a message made his heart soar, but it immediately seemed to stop as he actually read the response.

<Tubbo_> Dream’s been trying to find a way to you for months and he finally did it! I’m going to be right back with him and the others!

Tubbo_ left the server.

Tubbo was one thing but Dream was another. Tommy could feel himself trembling. He had found a way in. Tommy’s worst fears were coming true. But then another message came in.

<Grian> Alright, guess I’m breaking out the axe again

<Stressmonster101> I’m already headed to my brewing area.

<xisumavoid> Looks like they used an infinity portal.

<Docm77> I have nothing to do with it

Tommy managed to smile just a little at how quick everyone was jumping into action at the mention of his own admin. As more Hermits chimed in, Tommy sent his own message.

<TommyInnit> Dream is the real threat. I don’t think Tubbo would be helping if he knew the full story or is being threatened or something. I’m not sure who else will come, but just maim and capture anyone besides those two unless I say otherwise.

~~~~~

After what seemed like an eternity, Tubbo stepped back through the portal. He was dripping wet but had a huge smile on his face and Dream knew Tommy had to be on the other side.

“He’s there! He’s really there!” Tubbo was practically bouncing around.

“You’re wet.” Came the deadpan tone of Techno’s voice as he stepped closer, now knowing the portal was working.

“Yeah, it sort of spawned over an ocean but I made a platform and everything.”

“Good job Tubbo.” Dream spoke before anyone else could. “Now we can go help free Tommy from wherever these people have trapped him and bring him home.”

“Well, when I showed up, Tommy was able to use a communicator which is how I know he’s really there, so maybe he isn’t trapped and need rescuing?” Tubbo asked meekly.

“If that were true, wouldn’t he have come back Tubbo? If not for all of us, if not for his home, why didn’t he come back for you?”

Tubbo didn’t respond and Dream pushed past him to be right in front of the portal. He turned around to face the others he had collected there and pulled out his axe. “We don’t know what all will be there to ‘greet’ us once we go looking, so better to arm yourselves now. And the sooner we go through, the better.” And with that, he stepped into the portal.

When he reached the other side, his communicator immediately started buzzing. With no one in sight, Dream pulled it out to read what these Hermits were getting up to. He couldn’t help but laugh at the messages coming in. It seemed that they were torturing Tommy or something. This would be easy. Behind him, more people from the SMP came through the portal. They had weapons at the ready and even looked a little disappointed at the lack of a battle on the other side.

Dream pointed out the two landmarks that were best visible, a large turquoise tower and an island littered with buildings. While the tower was closer, Techno pointed out the building was made of warped wood, so it would be tough to deal with. The island on the other hand, it was so full with buildings that obviously plenty of these Hermits had to be living there. It was surprising it didn’t look like more of a mess.

Tubbo was the only one to notice a small island with a single chest on it. After close inspection, the chest was in no way trapped and Dream laughed when he saw it was filled with boats. “It’s like they’re asking us to attack them!”

After placing down a number of boats, Dream and the rest of his group rowed towards the island. A few people stayed out of the boats and swam in the water. While they weren’t as fast, it was better than having everyone vulnerable as they rowed.

They had nearly reached the island when there was the distinct sound of a firework being fired. Techno was the first to jump out his boat, looking for the source, but as the seconds went on, there was no explosion. Instead, another firework went off and a shadow passed over the boats.

Looking up, the group saw a figure with giant wings, a trail of smoke behind them. Techno fired his crossbow at them, but the flier swerved out of the way before diving at the group. Boats moved to get out of the flight path, but Dream stood in place and readied his axe. As the figure grew closer, he smiled. Perfect height, red shirt, blonde hair. That was Tommy. “Tommy, glad to see you. It’s been ag-” Dream was cut off and stopped smiling as an axe blade hit him just as Tommy passed him. 

He was about to speak again when there was a laugh. One that sent shivers down his spine. Dream looked around, but the source could only be from the one flying around him. That wasn’t Tommy. “A-Attack the imposter!” He managed to get out, pushing down his fear. There was only one person with that laugh. The dreamslayer.

As Grian swooped down for another attack, a yell from the nearby shore stopped everyone in their tracks, even making Grian slow down as it was someone yelling at him. “Grian! Get back here and give us a chance to be diplomatic about this!” Looking towards the island ahead, Dream could see a figure standing at the shore which the avian now flew towards before landing. Someone aligned with Grian was potentially dangerous as well, but Dream has an army while this new person wanted a peaceful option.

Still, it was an opportunity to get closer safely, so Dream obliged, having Techno follow him. The warrior begrudgingly agreed, this was for his brother after all. He hopped out of his boat and climbed into the back of the one Dream was rowing. Within a few moments they had reached the shore and Techno growled slightly at the sight of this new person. They seemed to have an attempted copy of Tommy’s face as a mask. The one Dream mistook for Tommy wore an identical mask. 

“Hello there. I’m Scar, mayor of Hermitcraft. I’m sure you’re here for Tommy, but I’m afraid he does not want to return with you, and we don’t have that many slots available for new comers at the moment.”

Techno crossed his arms at this ‘mayor’ while Dream let out a curt laugh. “I’m sure that’s what you think, but Tommy is one of us. He has to come back. Especially since staying here leaves his family behind.” Dream gestured to Techno.

“Hey, if they fill out the right paperwork and what not,” Grian started, Scar attempting to interject that he would have to be filling out the paperwork too before being shushed. “The rest of the family can come live here. Isn’t that right Techno?”

Techno barely gave any reaction and Grian shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, I get it. Haven’t seen you in who knows how long. It’s fine.”

Dream glanced over towards Techno. “You know Grian?” Techno replied with a no at the same time Grian replied with a yes. “Either way, that doesn’t matter. Tommy is coming with us.” And Dream swung his axe. Grian quickly intercepted it, but that’s why he had brought backup. Techno used the gap Grian had left and used his own axe on Scar. It only took a single hit as the mayor had come without any armor. In fact, the only things that fell to the ground were two masks, one of Tommy and the other of Scar. 

As Scar was killed, everyone’s communicator buzzed. Dream smiled, now it was a two on one, something this dreamslayer couldn’t possibly win against. But his smile fell as Grian gave a smile of his own. “You know we were giving you a chance. But now everyone knows what’s going on.”

Dream gave a nod and Techno lifted Grian by his shirt. In his other hand he held his axe which was now being positioned over the parrot wings Grian sported. That made the avian flinch which Dream was glad of, but before the axe could fall, there was the sound of plenty of fireworks going off and then the sky was filled with other hermits, all equipped with elytra.

[sunflowergirl522]

You Need To Remember 3

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your best friend Peter gets sucked into a different reality in front of you and you use your power to go after him. You find yourself in a new reality but you don’t remember how you got there.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1681

Masterlist Previous Part

When Peter had hit the back of Monica’s head to knock her out you gasp. What was going on?

“Peter! What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done before hun.” And then you’re greeted with darkness. 

When you wake up you’re in some sort of attic with a headache in the back of your head where you were hit. Monica’s yelling for Wanda and banging on the window while Peter sits on the couch with a guitar. You’re laid on a recliner in a corner of the room and sit up and grimace at the heart beat in your head.

“Don’t waste your breath babe. No one can hear you from in here.” Monica turns around to look at Peter and glances at you when he calls her babe. You just shrug at her not knowing what was going on as Peter starts to play the guitar. Peter’s never touched a guitar in his life. How did he know now? He strums something dramatic and makes a face at Monica as she looks between the door and him. She tries to run and you know that that’s a bad idea before she even does it. It seems like she’s forgetting about his super speed. He beats her there, getting in her way, and flicks her back.

“Shit, Monica!” You rush to her side to help her into a sitting position and make sure she’s okay. You help her over to the recliner that you were just on while Peter goes to make a smoothie or something. “What is wrong with you? Why would you do that?”

“Can’t have the two of you messing everything up for the missus.”

“What is this stuff?” Monica asks in what seems to be disgust and you try to figure out what he was talking about. Who’s the missus?

“This is my man-cave.”

“Man-cave?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, not once has Peter ever used the term man-cave.

“A place to chillax, you know, while the missus is turning up trouble.”

“What the fuck?” You mutter to yourself as Peter walks over to the tv and Monica rifles through the papers on the stand next to her.

“You a fan of Steven Seagal?” When he doesn’t get a response he frowns and keeps doing whatever it is he’s doing.

“Agnes doesn’t live here.” You turn to Monica to see her staring down at a piece of paper and lean on the recliner to look over her shoulder. She’s holding a picture of what seems to be Peter with brown hair and a different name typed underneath it. “You do.” Her mouth is wide with shock as she looks up at the boy who fumbles with something. “You’re Ralph Bohner?” She sounds just so confused and you have to admit you are to but you can’t help but also find yourself amused.

“Boner.” Peter chuckles and you giggle a bit at it too. Monica shoots you a look and you shrug at her in response as you cover your mouth. It’s a ridiculous name and you’ve always been as immature as Peter.

“How is she controlling you?” Monica gets up as she asks.

“You wanna tussle again?” Peter gets into a fake fighting stance and bounces around. Monica catches him by surprise and flips him over her shoulder and pins him to the ground. “Meow. She’s feisty.” You ignore how much him flirting with Monica hurts you considering he’s probably under some control. As soon as Monica rips the ugly puka shell necklace from Peter’s neck his face morphs into a scared look. “Please, spare my life!”

“Nice to meet you Ralph.” Monica gets off of him then and you teleport to stand in front of the window behind his head. 

“Huh?” He goes to lean up on his elbows and you step closer to lean over his body. Sensing you, he looks up and relief floods through his features.

“Yeah nice to meet you.”

“Y/n!” He uses his speed to stand in front of you. “Are you okay? God I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?” His hand goes to the back of your head to feel for a bump.

“I’m alright Peter, don’t you dare start apologizing because I know you won’t stop. What happened anyway? One minute you’re about to help Wanda and the next you’re knocking us out.”

“I don’t know I guess when I was me for that short bit she was distracted but I was snapped back into her control when I got closer to the house.” He turns to point at Monica. “Good job with the necklace though, I didn’t even know.”

“I could see her energy.” Monica shrugs before tossing it over her shoulder. “We should go help Wanda.” 

“We’ll catch up.” Monica nods at you before running out the door. “What is this about?” You hold up the picture for Peter to see.

“When I ended up on the other side of the portal none of this shit was going on. It must’ve been just before it so I found a picture of some dude who looked enough like me to pass and made up an alias.”

“And you chose Ralph Bohner?” One of your eyebrows quirk up and a small smile forms on your lips.

“Alright so I saw it on a gravestone when I ran through the neighborhood to figure out where I was and thought it was funny.”

“It is pretty funny, I’ll give you that. It’s definitely a name I can see you picking. I’m really glad you’re alright Pete, I was so worried when you disappeared.”

“I was pretty worried too. I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again.” Peter steps closer to you and caresses the side of your face. The two of you stare at each other for a minute before you clear your throat.

“We should probably go.”

“Yeah.” Peter holds onto the back of your neck and the two of you make it to the town square just in time to see a funnel cake truck smash into a SWORD car. A robotic looking man comes out of the library and the twins run to him yelling dad. “That’s Vision, shame you never got to meet him.” You and Peter stay behind a building so that Agatha doesn’t see the two of you. The two of you watch as the two witches fly up and start to fight in the sky.

“Oh shit!” You both exclaim together as Agatha seems to drain Wanda completely of her power. Peter zips off and comes back with some popcorn offering the bucket out to you. You take a handful as you watch as Wanda takes all of her power back and transforms. 

“Damn, she looks good! It’s a good thing I’m so into you Pete because otherwise I’d be hitting on your not really sister.” 

“You’re into me?” You don’t even realize what you just said until his words feel your ears.

“Um, well yeah, have been for a while now.” You might as well let him know, maybe if he freaks out you can get Wanda to erase his memory or something.

“Good, I’m pretty into you too.” He just shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth and keeps watching the moment in front of the two of you and it suddenly starts to turn to night as Wanda and her family walk away. When the both of you walk over to Monica it’s completely dark and the walls of the world are shrinking. 

“Is that popcorn?” Monica asks the two of you pointing at the bucket and you nod at her with a small smile. The wall of the world goes past the three of you causing it to be day again.

“It’s not often we get to watch the fights.” You shrug and Peter takes your hand in his own after zipping over to throw the bucket away. “We’re normally almost dying in them.”

Wanda walks into the town square again and all of the townspeople stop to stare at her as she walks up to the three of you. Monica's attention goes to her and she takes a few steps to meet up with Wanda.

“They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them.”

“It wouldn’t change how they see me. And you, you don’t, you don’t hate me?”

“Given the chance and given your power, I’d bring my mom back. I know I would.”

“I’m sorry. For all the pain I caused.” You look over at Peter to see concern on his face and you can tell that he just wants to wrap his arms around this Wanda and console her. He had lost his twin in your own reality and you know how hard this must be for him. You squeeze his hand to remind him you’re here and a small smile appears on his face.

“I know.”

“I don’t understand this power. But I will.” It’s then that Wanda’s attention goes to the two of you. Peter smiles at her and does a little wave and she walks up to the two of you. “So who are you, then?”

“Uh, I’m Peter, Peter Maximoff. Weird, I know right.” He does an awkward laugh and rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and you decide to come to his rescue.

“We’re from a different reality, if that helps at all. He was plucked out of ours and put here I think to get to you, we aren’t completely sure though.”

“Huh, nice to meet the two of you.” Sirens start to get close then and Wanda starts to walk away before turning to face you three. “Goodbye Monica, Peter.” She nods at Peter in acknowledgement.

“Bye, Wanda.” Monica says before Wanda flies away. “Good luck.” As cops start to swarm around you, you turn to Peter.

“Let's go home.” You do what you did to get here and use your strength to open a portal to your own reality and Peter pulls you through before it can snap shut.

Peter Taglist: @amourtentiaa​ @simpforquicksilver​ @parkersdarling @loveyou3000-mcu

[abandoned-ax]

Welcome to hell

Summery: UA student joins the league

When I joined the hero course I thought it would be fulfilling, I thought I would find the conviction to help people the way I never was, but the more I sit there watching all these kids learn how to protect people, all I can ask is why wasn’t I. They don’t really want to help people, they can’t really help people, we shouldn’t rely on hero’s who can’t do their job. I thought becoming a hero was the only option to help protect people like me, people who were hurt, but no, no one hero can change the world.

It was during the USJ incident that I first saw them, the league. They aren’t like anything Iv ever seen! They weren’t there to hurt just anyone, they were there to do exactly what Iv always wanted to. To breakdown the idea of hero’s, starting at the top.

After that there was stain. He seemed to understand better, hero’s and the big egos they have, some of them show up only for the money, people like Uraraka all they want is make big bucks. Or someone like Bakugo who’s just in it for his ego. But what stain doesn’t understand is that there all bad, that even the ones who wanna help people make all of us weaker, there probably the worst of them all.

It was when they broke into the training camp that I had finally decided.

I was out in the woods when it started, as the night progressed I started following them, chasing the girl, the magician, but in the end it’s the burnt guy that I followed the most. They had grabbed bakugo and tokoyami and were about to go through a portal when I came out and yelled out to them “take me with you!” And the guy with the burns looked at me curiously, caulking his head but then announced “do it!” To the magic guy and suddenly, I was in a marble!

I finally came too lying on a couch in a bar, I look around seeing the league facing the other way as a few of them are chaining someone up. I try to get up but realize Iv got handcuffs on my hand and feet.

“Ugh hello.”

“Oh so you’re awake now.” Shigaraki says

“You should be carful with that one you know, he bites.” The guys look back at the passed out teen and start restraining him better.

“So what’s the game kid, Mr. flames over there says you wanted to come with us. I won’t lie and say your quirk isn’t impressive from what I know of it, but your in the hero course kid, what are you doing following the villains.”

“I’m bored of hero’s, and Iv come to realize my goal is one that can only be achieved from this side of the fight.”

“And what would that goal be.” Shagraki

“To destroy the hero organizations. To destroy all hero’s. They make us weaker, and I, I want us to be strong, because they don’t really help us. They never helped me.”

“Oh I’m gunna like you! Dabi take the cuffs off them!”

The guy with the burns moves to take the cuffs off my hands and legs.

“Welcome to the league kid.” He says patting my leg before getting up. Now free of the cuffs I rub off the irritation on my arms and legs before moving to stand with the rest of them, watching bakugo as he sleeps.

“So tell me, why do you have bakugo captured.”

“I like him, I think he might be a good asset.”

“Ha! Bakugo! The only thing he cares about is his ego, and what his ego has decided is that a hero is the top.”

“Well maybe I just play into that ego a little bit and make him understand that the villains go down in infamy.”

“Oh we’re going to be good friends aren’t we Shagraki.” I say smiling over at him. But Dabi slings one arm around my shoulders from behind me bending down a bit to loom a bit closer to my ear. “Oh but don’t forget about me tho, the guy who brought you here to us.”

“Could never forget about the burnt chicken nugget who decided I was cool enough to save.”

“Save? Interesting choice of words.”

“Well you see, you did,” I drop the jesting tone of voice and repeat myself “you saved me.” I look him dead in the eye.

“So,” Shagraki moves behind the bar to get something to drink “I know a part of your quirk is the ability to copy someone’s quirk but there’s more to it isn’t there?”

“There is more to it, I’m also starting to learn how to control someone. But I can’t just do it by looking at a guy- any of it. There’s a process.”

“And that process is?”

“I must be able to touch you, when I touch someone I can search through your head, I can watch all your memories in 60 seconds right now, but the only one that really counts is the worst one...” I slow down my speech for a second, every time I describe it is awful, “ your most traumatic memory hold the shape of what you are, and as long as Iv seen that, I can pull it up and access your quirk.” Everyone pauses for a second, looking at me with disbelief.

“Wow, that’s fucked up” The myst guy says.

“Jesus kid.” Dabi says, I don’t think Iv ever seen a look of empathy like that in my life, I’m fact there all giving me that look, like all they can see in my is pity.

“Fuck! Stop staring at me!” I yell out making everyone turn back around and start talking about bakugo randomly, i think I heard someone say something along the lines of “why is his hair so spiky, like does he use products or does it just exist that way?”

I chuckle a little, to think all I did was yell at the most feared villains in the world and there all jumpy already. It almost cute, I can tell they trust me just by that, they didn’t get angry or feel like I might actually hurt them. It’s nice to feel accepted already.

But Dabi moves back to talk to me.

“I’m sorry about that side effect there kid. It pretty nasty.”

“Yeah but, I’ll live”

“If you ever need to talk, it just, I’m always here.”

“Thanks Dabi. You know I wouldn’t expect you to be good at these kind of things.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

“60 seconds is all I need to know everything Dabi.”

“We might be villains but I hope you don’t do anything like that.”

“I know I know, a joke in poor taste I’m sorry. I don’t really like doing it anyways, all I can see sometimes are those memories the bad ones, those stick in your mind for a while.”

“So what quirks do you have?” Dabi gives me a curious look. This was conversation I was waiting for!

“Oh a lot!!! Iv got most of 1As, a few of the others! I mean I really only use the useful ones, I might have lost a few... I can forget memories and that loses the quirk for me. But Iv got a few pro hero quirks too!”

“Like all might?” Shagraki asks

“No. I was never able to get his.”

But the conversation is cut short as Bakugo starts to stir.

“Alright kid, leave most of the talking up to us, but see this as a trial run alright.” Shagraki says moving to a stool by bakugo to wait for him to wake up, Dabi nudging me arm to tell me to follow him over to where he’s standing.

And Bakugo wakes up officially starting my time in the league of villains.