#ohhhhh my god ow

[wtfforged]

Snot Micheal

[phantom-does-a-thing]

oh myogd oh my god ow oh my god oh my gpod

[chiisana-lion]

arisa and ken mvs for their new songs i can actually die in peace

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji

our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks by christopher citro

[birthing1020]

Birth meme:

🤰2️⃣🚗ℹ️🛑✋️💦

ℹ️ = alley

Tags; female, twins, car, alley, birth denial, pushing the baby back in, orgasmic birth.

“Ow! Ow! Owww!”

You grip the steering wheel before tugging on your seatbelt to loosen it up on your belly. You’ve been contracting for over twelve hours with the same amount of progression — almost nothing, but of course during rush hour traffic, you begin to feel more pain.

“Can this traffic be any slower?!”

You groan in pain and rub your belly, feeling the little boy and girl inside your huge belly move and kick around. You were due any day now with twins and it might be in the middle of this traffic, not that you’d want to think about that.

A half hour goes by and you’re stuck as the pain in your swollen belly gets tighter and closer together, the most inconvenient time and you’re about to go into labor, as the traffic inches the contractions get stronger.

You moan out in pain and hunch over, luckily one of the side streets has an alley - not the best birthing area but you can’t wait an hour to get home and birth in your house, they were coming. You spread your legs in your seat and rub your swollen pussy through your panties. Conveniently you were wearing a dress and tight panties that cupped your laboring cunt the right way.

“Ohhhhh-.” You moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, you grind on your hand as you hurriedly pull into the alleyway - hoping nobody else was nearby. You unbuckle your seatbelt and sigh with instant relief, your huge belly hanging out of your dress. Luckily you were short enough to climb into the backseat and that was your plan, but you first straddle the middle console.

You groan and press into the hard leather, grinding on the object. The feeling of pressure on the surrounding areas of your pulsating cunt, making you drip with pleasure. You moan out and slide your dress off, your big milky tits naturally bouncing - you wanted to feel as comfortable as possible. You finally slide into the backseat and lye on your back, your legs spread as you finally kick your panties off.

However, the contractions are still close together but not progressing any stronger! You sigh out in frustration and moan in annoyance, you might as well make the most out of this.

“Come out for mommy, babies.” You soothingly rub your belly and try to negotiate with the babies in your womb, you know it’s almost time but you have to practically force them out.

You spread your achy pussy folds that are already dripping with excitement and anticipation. You groan out and rub your throbbing clit, sliding one finger inside your cunt and the other in circular motions around the sensitive area. “Ooooh.” You arch your back and rub faster, your folds rubbing on your hand. “Oh, God!” You scream out. This pregnancy was making you very sensitive and you weren’t complaining. Your breathing hitches as you cum through a contraction, you groan loudly and bare down.

The pressure in your contracting belly and cunt, making you strain your legs and push. Your eyes widen as you realize this was it - you were going to birth your children in an alley. You grip the head rest with one hand and massage your pussy, your fingers rhythmically making their way in and out of your pussy as you push down again. “Oh my God!” You scream out as your breathing intensifies.

Your head goes back in pure pleasure, your hand cupping your cunt as you feel a bulge touch your hand. You push down again, your toes curling and digging into the seat as you let out a pained scream. Cupping the head and pushing into a slow crown, you pant and push the head back into your vagina, toying the entrance of your achy folds.

“Oh God, oh yes. Oh yes.” You close your eyes and push the head back in again, moving at your own slow and steady pace. The feeling of the huge head moving in and out of you is sending pleasure down your body. As you toy with the head again, fluids gush out of your vagina and you cum. Your water breaking as the baby quickly slides out of your fully pushing and laboring cunt.

“OHHHHHHH!” You scream out in pleasure and pant wildly, trying to catch your breath. You now realize you have to do this one more time —.

You bring your little girl up your chest and pant, putting the baby on your nipple. Your free hand now working on your bringing your next baby out. This one will be much easier than the last as you rub your more than sensitive clit, once again sending waves up pleasure down your body.

“Oh, God.” You pant out and push through a contraction, you scream with the pleasure and pain this birth is now giving you. You shut your eyes and cup the now protruding bulge between your legs, pushing the head in and out of your drenched cunt. The head is bigger than the last, expanding and shifting through your fold. You groan loudly and push the baby boy out.

A sudden pressure relief has now left your achy cunt and body as you pushed two enormous babies out of your stretched out vagina. You groan and latch the next baby on your other nipple, sighing in relief that it’s over.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hello, i have a very much self indulgent mini hc request since i can see my mc, aries, doing this

how would m6 react to mc saying "i want a baby" out of the blue, only for them to follow up with "yeah i was thinking of (insert pet here)"

i can only imagine lucio having the biggest sigh of relief after aries reveals that they just want another dog lmao

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC says "I want a baby ... pet"

Julian: starts with both anxiety and excitement (because yeah, he'd like kids too, but this is way too sudden) and morphs to shaky relief and a slight feeling of disappointment. will start referring to the future pet as his child

Asra: *surprised pikachu face* ... oh, thank the realms. they're not opposed to raising a child with you, but the suddenness of it was enough to send a chill up their spine. you know what, after that, any pet is fine, go ahead MC

Nadia: oh. so you're ready, then. she's halfway through pulling out her folders of baby preparation when she hears your second statement. hastily scrambles to hide them before you notice and asks if this is a lead-up to parenthood

Muriel: muriel.exe has stopped running. all he got was 1) the act typically associated with making babies, and 2) the sound of tiny feet pattering next to him through the forest and both were too much to handle. relieved upon clarification

Portia: FINALLY - wait, what do you mean a pet? well yeah, fur babies are babies, but she thought you were talking about a baby baby, don't tease her MC! at least tell her that she has a say in what you name it, you owe her that much

Lucio: OH GOD WHY - ohhhhh thank goodness. but also, are you sure Mercedes and Melchior aren't already enough of a challenge? Why don't you just claim one of them? Well ... at least let him help you pick one that's cute

[thesupernaturalhouse]

This started out as a funny snipper. How tf did it turn into a fanfic?? Also this took me so long anyways, pt3 of the accidental overlord vaggie fic

Alastor: shoves Vaggie between him and Rosie and drops Frank onto her lap

Vaggie: trying to process how tf a giant dragon got through an elevator among many other things

Carmilla: thank you for coming today. I've gathered you all here to talk about the millions of souls-

Vaggie squeaks so quiet no one hears her: I'm sorry fucking how many??....How- How do you check that?? Gets ignored

She's just squeezing poor frank like a stress toy

Carmilla ignores her: You own. And how their at risk with the new extermination schedule. And how we minimize the damage going to be caused by it.

Finally looking aorund the room

Carmilla: Zestial, so god to see you- ....Alastor?? And- eyes narrow the protective overlord

Alastor, leaning over to block vaggie form view because he's petty as fuck: hello! Yes yes, I know, I've been absent for a longgg time and I'm sure youre all DYING to knwo where I've been~

Carmilla:...no. not really, shrugs but welcome back anyways I suppose....I am interested about who you've brought though....

Vaggie: just staring out into space, regretting her life choices and trying to count how many people owe her 'favors'

Carmilla slgihtly concerned/unnerved: In any case, this year's extermination was brutadal. A good 16% of the population was killed off. With them coming back in only 6 months I think it prudent that we-

Velvette: just fucking kicks the door open Yeah, I've got it handled Vox? Are you doubting me? ME might I remind you? Yeah, no. That's what I thought. Yes, yes, I know, thank you V, see you later Okay, bye, kisses darling!

Carmilla: nice of you to finally join us, Velvette. Will you.....colleges? be joining us?

Velvette: What? No way. They have better shit to do than to listen to some old windbag who think she's tough shit! Haha, no. Immm here to represent!

Carmilla:...charming. now, back to what I was saying, we need to-

Velvette: waves her arm frantically

Camilla feeling like a preschool teacher: yes??

Velvette: well, on the topic of discussssss throws exorcists head down let's discuss

Alastor: oooo tasty!!

Vaggie: ohhhhh my god....whispering to herself is that Tuff?? Wtf- how??

Carmilla:......where...did you get this?

Velvette: doesn't matter. We found it, though. And if these angle fuckers can be killed, then the game of cat and mouse has changed, the boys and I have-

Vaggies distressed squeaking as Velvette continues, Zestial jsut slumps his tea

Velvette:....the fuck is wrong with you two?? Looks at vaggie leans downs to get closer....also you're new

Vaggie: uhhhhh......thank?? You??

Velvette: narrows eyes before her head snaps ti zestial

Zestial: we shouldn't go to war with such meger proof.

Velvette:...meger- MEGER PROOF!? ITS a dead fucking Exorcist!!! What more do you WANT!? A video of it being killed?? No- this is definitive proof- if you can't see that, maybe you're going blind old man.

Zestial: it may be dead but how? It could be by a demon, but mayhaps it died due to unrelated reasons

Vaggie: Well, angles have hurt their own kind. Wouldn't be suprised if killing was another option for them

Everyone's heads snap to her

Vaggie:.....did....I say that out loud?

Carmillas narrows her eyes: how do you know that.

Vaggie: I um...I....I saw it happening?

Velvette:....wait aren't you the princesses whore? What are you doing out if your bird cage hm?

Vaggie: I....what??

Carmilla shaking her head: we're getting off topic.

Zestial: Carmilla is right. If we rush to war the angles would purge all of the sinners for daring to even TRY an uprising

Overlords: muttering

Alastor: why don't we put it to a vote?

Vaggie: depends is one of the options 'can we all just go home pelase?'

Alastor: hmmm no!

Vaggie grumbling: I hate you.

Velvette narrows eyes: ohhh okay I see. Grandpa's to scared to make a move! So then there's no point in it huh?

*the respect less song which I am not writing*

Zeezi: pft, what the hell? we literally JUST got here!

odette:....mom??

Carmille:....meeting dismissed.

Vaggie: uh, does this mean we can go home?- gets glared at .....okay sits back down like a scolded kid as she thinks about wtf jsut happened

Vaggie to herself in a defeated tone:.....she never told me how to see how many souls I own.....how many people owe me favors?

Proceeds to try and calculate and count on her fingers and Alastor watches in amusement, after sending off frank, and Rosie watches slightly concerned as to wtf her friend did to this teenage child....and maybe also finding it a bit funny

Part 2 | Part 3(here!) | Part 4

[amethyst-huntress]

In the Heat of Battle - P x Reader

Requested by @amethyst-huntress

Notes: The premise of this fic was requested by Amethyst-Huntress and I started absolutely foaming at the mouth at the idea, so huge thank-you’s are in order for that nugget of inspiration. Unfortunately, same as last time, I have still barely progressed through the game thanks to my lack of patience and skill, so please forgive that both of my fics take place extremely early in playthrough. Other than that, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Where is that damn puppet? You think to yourself, teeth gritted at the deadly inconvenience standing in front of you. 

In the dark and the rain and the constant buzzing noise of Krat, you admit it's easy to get turned around. Even traveling with a companion -in your case, with Gepetto’s puppet- it’s easy to lose track of which gloomy alleys you’d already traversed. Even standing back to back, nudging each other with your elbows, even checking in every so often,“You still with me?” It was easy to get lost. But now, standing face to face with a candelabra wielding automaton and a rabid mechanical dog, you’re  not feeling very generous towards your puppet companion. He’s probably searching for you in a frenzy at this very moment. 

Ha.

Fat load of good it does you. 

The automaton winds up and its eyes flash red across your face. Target locked. The candelabra comes crashing towards your head, but it's met instantly with the clanging cold steel of your sword. The automaton stumbles backwards. Its head cocks unnaturally to the side and you hear something whir, as if in frustration, beneath its face. It winds up again to strike you, but you’re quick and clever; you land a blow in the dead center of the loathsome thing's torso. A sick crunch of metal echoes as you draw the sword out of the brand new gaping cavity in its chest. The automaton sinks to its knees. You look down your nose at it, satisfied at your own skill. The enemy looks to be shutting down, but in a quick, almost desperate motion, its hand shoots towards your foot, grasping wildly. It's cold fingers close around your ankle, but you quickly stamp it out with your free foot. The automaton lets out a weak mechanical wheeze as its hand is crushed beneath your boot. For good measure, you take the hilt of your sword in both hands and slam the base through the miserable things forehead. It crackles, then collapses finally on the ground. You smile darkly at its now lifeless shell. Perhaps a little early. 

A sharp bark cuts through the air and your head snaps to attention. Shit. You forgot about the damn dog. Before you have the chance to raise your sword again, the dog lunges at you. Razor sharp teeth clang dissonantly together and the sound ripples against the glistening walls of the alley. In an instant, you’re knocked to the wet, muddy ground; the iron paws of the mutt are already upon your chest. The mongrel snarls mere centimeters from your face, black oily fluid spilling from its mouth as if salivating. You groan and struggle beneath its weight but regain your grip on your sword just in time to catch its rabid jaw. The dog bites down on your blade, thrashing its head to either side. You strain against its unnatural strength, attempting to pull your weapon free. In one fell swoop you’ll rip it free and decapitate this fucking thing. Your fingers curl tighter around your hilt, you ready a strike, suck in one sharp breath and then-

You freeze.

A second blade appears, glinting in the gaslight, right between your eyes. Thick black fluid goes splattering across your face. The mutt goes limp, its full weight crushing your lower torso. A gasp is pushed from your lungs and you roll to the side, quickly shoving the robotic corpse away from your body. You kneel, palms pushing into the slick ground. Your heart is thundering beneath your shirt as you swallow frigid air hard and fast. When you finally catch a breath, you turn your head towards the owner of the blade; Pinocchio, your companion. He wipes the rapier against his trousers, cleaning the sludge from its razor sharp surface. You huff, blowing matted wet bangs out of your face. 

“I had that under control.” You say sharply. P cocks an eyebrow at you, unconvinced. You feel your face burn in annoyance. “I did!” You insist, “Had you given me just one more minute I would’ve been fine. And probably less covered in this.” You jab your weapon in his direction, flecking dark oil across his shirt. He shoots you a slightly apologetic smile. 

He knows you can handle yourself, he does. He just worries. You can’t blame him; you do the same thing. You’ve gotten quite close on these arduous journeys, saving each other's skins more times than either of you can count. As you wipe the sludge from your face, P extends his hand to you and begrudgingly you take it. Swiftly, he helps you to your feet. His eyes flicker up and down your face, narrowing on your cheek. He licks the thumb of his legion hand and streaks it across your cheek, lifting the remnants of black. You scrunch your nose up at him.

“Eugh- enough-” You whine, swatting the hand away. “Where did you run off to anyways?” 

Pinocchio’s legion arm gestures behind his head. You squint through the darkness at the distant yellow lights of Hotel Krat up ahead. You grimace. It’s further still than you thought. “I don’t suppose you found some kind of underground shortcut?” P shakes his head apologetically. You both sigh, knowing you’ve got plenty of dangers yet to face before you’re given any time to rest. These days spent traveling have taken their toll on your bodies, but you’re at least grateful to have a friend in the gloom of Cerasani Alley. Your sword slides neatly into your belt as you walk ahead of Pinocchio. “Back to it then.” 

As the two of you push forward, you notice a concerted effort on your companions' part to stick close to your side. At any strange noise or eerie shadow, P reaches for your hand. You squeeze back in reassurance that all is well. A bit unnecessary? Sure. But you don’t fight it. It’s much preferred to losing the poor boy again. 

Drawing closer to your destination with only a few minor scuffles to slow you down, you reach a dilapidated fairgrounds. Sickly yellow light bulbs buzz overhead and cast an ominous glow across the entire scene. A ghostly music box melody plinks and permeates the air. You look to P quizzically. 

“You’re sure this is the right way?”

P takes in his surroundings and gives you a curt nod. You grimace in reply. This decrepit place gives you the creeps.

Together you silently weave through wooden cutouts of circus performers, checking carefully for hidden enemies. It's suspiciously quiet, save for the phantasmal carnival music that grows louder as you approach an iron gate. Another barrier. Excellent. 

“P?” You step aside and gesture to the locked gate. Pinocchio smiles slyly at you, boyishly pleased that there’s still a few things you can’t do without him. You want to roll your eyes, but you watch reluctantly impressed, as deep violet energy crackles around his fist. In one swift swing, he punches through the gate and leaves a smoking crater where the lock once sat. He shoots you a sharp smile, satisfied with himself. 

And then you feel something. A great mechanical thud rippling beneath your feet. Your heads snap in unison towards the source and your eyes go wide at the sight of the staggering monster in front of you. At least 3 times your size looms the Parade Master, constructed of decaying parts and craquelured paint. Its massive fist alone is as wide as your body, and sways heavily at its side. 

You unsheathe your blade, and its weight sinks your shoulders. It's not ideal for speed you admit, but the vindication after landing those obliterating killing blows to your enemies is unbeatable. Keeping your eyes locked on target, you whistle to catch Pinocchio’s attention. You started doing this early on. Whistles were a good line of nonverbal communication when you couldn’t afford a glance in each other's direction. 

“Flank him?” You suggest. Pinocchio whistles quick and sharp in agreement. Your fingers tighten around the great sword and your chest thrums with anticipation. You jut your chin in the direction of your common enemy. “After you.” 

Without looking, you know his brows are furrowed together in deep focus. You can perfectly visualize the way he lures the puppet away, his steps meticulously timed and graceful. As you wind your way behind the thing, you hear the clang of P’s rapier against tarnished metal. Your enemy rears its arm back, and you follow suit striking its vulnerable back with a satisfying SHUK! You yank the blade out of its now damaged shell and catch the briefest glance at your companion and oh. Oh. The way he looks at you. 

With fascination?

Admiration?

It’s something greater, deeper than that. Your heart skips. But you shake yourself out of distraction, startled at the sound of your own voice calling out. Your lips move before your mind has time to catch up. 

“MOVE!” 

Exactly as you shout it, P dodges a strike from the Parade Master. The brute’s fist lands in the brick pavement, blowing a hole through it instantaneously. You gulp at the thought of your companion lying there instead, crushed. Your skin goes cold. 

No. Never.

Knowing neither of you can afford another lapse in attention, you suck in one long loud whistle between your teeth. The Parade Master whips itself around to face you. Two huge lamp-like eyes glow sickly in your direction. This was intentional. You can distract for now and give your ally a moment to catch his breath. You ready both hands on your weapon and take a step back. The monster lurches forward, its steps accompanied by a horrid clanking sound. 

“Get over here you fucking rust bucket…” You mutter grimly under your breath as the space between you and the looming threat of death shrinks. You breathe deeply and steel yourself, heels digging into stone. You watch carefully as the puppet rushes towards you, arms swinging wildly. Just when the behemoth is about to crush you beneath its huge frame, you duck between its legs and emerge from behind. There’s just enough time to land a solid blow. P’s rapier crosses with your greatsword, both your weapons plunging into the deteriorated creatures back. 

“This one’s mine, P.” You snap, pulling your blade from its fresh wound. 

“Mine.” P parrots with a smirk, retrieving his rapier as well. Being a man of so few words, you can't help feeling amused even given the circumstances. This is good. The beast is growing weaker. If you can both keep level heads this will all be over soon, you think to yourself. 

At least until your enemy decapitates itself. 

Your jaw drops as the Parade Master rips its own head from its massive shoulders. It wields its shiny new weapon like an enormous mace and swings it your way. It makes contact with the ground, and the impact alone is enough to shake your balance. You dive to the side, narrowly avoiding collision with the wall. You struggle to recalibrate, to size up the situation while keeping yourself out of the range of attack. You hear P whistle pointedly across the arena, waiting on your instruction. Your mind races for a plan and comes up blank. 

“Hold on!” You shout, “Just- Just hold on, I’ll think of something.” You’ll have to if you want to leave this place in one piece. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. All you can think to do is attack. And you do; your blade leaves white hot gash marks on the enemy, but it hardly seems to be enough against such a terrible and towering foe. You’ve angered it now, and it’s in a total frenzy. The Parade Master swings its massive head in your direction again and you raise your sword to block it. Half a second too late. 

As your weapons collide, the impact sends you to the ground. You gasp at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull. There’s a ringing in your ears and a soft dark edge to your vision. You struggle against unconsciousness and fight to keep yourself upright. Things are moving slow; trails of light obscure the events unfolding in front of you. 

You comprehend something catching the Parade Masters' attention, you watch the goliath wind up, you hear something cry out, and then hear nothing at all. A sick feeling churns in the pit of your stomach and bile rises in your throat. Something’s wrong. You search the scene frantically for your ally. Your line of sight flickers from the Parade Masters head to the ground slick with rain. Your throat tightens. With his face turned to the ground, his eyes fighting to stay open, lies Pinocchio. His rapier skitters across the stone, coming to a sudden halt beneath the foot of the Parade Master. 

Something flashes through you, anger, grief, adrenaline; whatever it is, it propels you forward. Your weapon is suddenly weightless as you skid between the monstrous puppet and your companion. The head of the Parade Master collides with your sword and the sound echoes through the arena with an arresting ring. You breathe hard in disbelief of your own courage. Your teeth are bared and your furrowed brow is sticky with sweat. 

“Don’t. Touch him.” You command, and you swear even your mindless enemy hears it. A deep guttural sound is forced from the very bottom of your lungs as you thrust your weapon through the center of the automaton's body. It doesn’t die, but you hear something inside it break, and the creature slows significantly as if becoming too heavy for its own armature. 

You risk a glance over your shoulder. P looks like absolute hell, covered in grime, barely staggering to his feet. Your chest tightens at his condition, but he’s alive. 

Alive. It’s enough. 

The enemy screams in frustration, rippling orange flames and black smoke billow from the place its head once sat. You stare at the hilt of your great sword, still lodged in its heart. 

“P, your sword-” You start, but your ally is already on it, your strategic minds miraculously attuned. He sends the rapier sailing -now free of the parade masters foot- towards your open hand. It whips past your head and slides perfectly into your grasp. With what's left of the enemy in your sights, you take a running start. 

Time seems to slow; the taste of victory teases you. Your head is about to collide with the hulking hunk of metal just as you raise your boot and dig its heel into the hilt of your great sword. Its placement serves as a stepping stone, and you scale the furious beast. You clamber up its torso towards its shoulders and feel heat radiating from the inside. It burns your hands, which grip the edge of the cavernous socket of its missing head. The monster thrashes beneath you like a wild bull, desperate to throw you off. You tighten your grip, the white hot metal searing your palm. You force yourself to ignore the pain as you raise the rapier and plunge one final devastating blow into the blazing cavity. You feel the rapier obliterate whatever mechanism kept the Parade Master alive, and it crumbles finally beneath you. 

Atop the shoulders of your freshly slaughtered enemy, you fall forward with a deafening CRASH. Your body tumbles to the ground. Your grip on the rapier goes slack. Exhaustion ripples through you, and you surrender to its sweet embrace. 

You hadn’t even realized you’d lost consciousness until your eyes flutter open, met by the stunning blue gaze of your companion mere inches from your face. For a moment you forget yourself, the urge to sink into his arms is so tempting. But your pride wins out and you scramble into an upright position, barely awake. Pinocchio lets out a sigh of relief and you see his shoulders relax. Had he been just as terrified as you were at the prospect of losing him? Did that same dread sit in the pit of his stomach? 

Your head swims with what-ifs, but you have no energy to find their answers. With strength that you’re shocked to still possess, you throw your arms around the puppet. Your fingers clutch the wet fabric of his shirt as if he might disappear the moment you let go. His body tenses at first, then melts under your touch. You feel his head settle between your neck and shoulder, solid and secure. Silently breathing in the smell of him feels like waves of relief crashing over your head. 

You wish the journey could end here in the peace and quiet of this embrace, but you feel him begin to pull away and your heart sinks. Face to face with you, his eyes search for signs of damage, for something to mend. His hands find yours and you hiss involuntarily. His eyebrows knit together in concern. You try not to grimace. 

“It’s nothing.” you promise, “Burned my hand, that's all.”

P looks down at your hand and cradles it gently in his own. With painstaking care, he lifts it to his mouth and places a feather-light kiss in your palm, then on each of your scraped and bleeding knuckles. He looks up at you through those thick raven-wing lashes and you notice a trace of your blood left on his lips. The sight makes your head swim and it takes the entirety of your willpower not to catch his mouth with yours. Your posture stiffens as you try to regain your composure. 

“Well it’s not far now, is it?” You ask, deflecting back to the mission at hand. “There will be plenty of time to patch each other up at the hotel. Right?” You offer, already stupidly aching for the return of Pinocchio’s delicate touch. He blinks a few times, as if he were struggling to focus himself. But he nods enthusiastically. You feel a smile creep across your lips. 

As you leave the destroyed fairgrounds behind, you let your good hand slip into that of your companion. The two of you venture forth, certain to never lose track of the other again. 

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If you read this and enjoy it please let me know! Seeing your positive comments and tags absolutely warms my heart and motivates me to keep writing. Thank you so much to those of you who took the time to leave me some kind words on my last fic <3

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

This starts off weird, but hear me out.

Today, as I was watching a video, minding my own business, I heard someone call Sir Pentious, of all people, an Overlord.

That got me thinking. Specifically, thinking about that Overlord meeting in the third episode.

Because Carmilla doesn’t say it’s an Overlord meeting. She addresses the others as “Hell’s Sovereign Overlords”.

This is important, because in the pilot, Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust have a turf war with Sir Pentious. An Overlord, by Hazbin Hotel rules, seems to be defined as someone that owns other people’s souls. I don’t know if the Egg Boiz were ever people, but if they were, that would make Sir Pentious an Overlord. Technically.

But, of course, these itty-bitty Overlords are nothing compared to powerhouses like the Vees and Zestial. So, what if these little Overlords sold their souls to bigger ones? That would make the bigger ones…Sovereign Overlords. The biggest of the bunch, the powerhouses, essentially the ruling committee of the Pride Ring. It’s not like Lucifer was doing anything.

So, that would mean that there are, in total, nine Sovereign Overlords:

Carmilla Carmine, Zestial, Rosie, Zeezi, Alastor, the Vees, and that bluish fire guy in a suit.

Carmilla mentions that, together, they own millions of souls. Millions. These aren’t your everyday Overlords, these are the big boys.

You know what that means?

It means that, when Alastor became the hotel’s facility manager, the hotel got ultimate political protection. Charlie is almost never taken seriously by anyone, possibly because Lucifer never does anything. But Alastor? He’s a Sovereign Overlord. And, on top of that, he’s the Radio Demon. There are still posters up that say to not fuck with him. That might be one of the reasons Alastor kicks Mimzy out. He can’t have loan sharks showing up at the hotel under his protection, not without some complicated Overlord politics getting involved. It would also be a reflection on his reputation, and he can’t have that either.

The hotel has only been attacked on-screen four times in the whole show. The first three times, the attackers had no idea the Radio Demon lived there. Sir Pentious clearly didn’t know until after the coat-ripping (tentacles aren’t something the Radio Demon is known for, but the antlers are), and the loan sharks were after Mimzy. The fourth time was the Extermination.

This sudden decrease in violence in the most violent place in the universe seems strange, unless you take into account political protection. The Princess lives there (not that anyone seems to care), and no one wants the Radio Demon to fuck them up.

…Oh. Ohhh. THAT’S why Husk, an Overlord, sold his soul to a Sovereign Overlord like Alastor to keep his—ohhhhh.

Husk still has his card powers…which means he probably still owns some souls. If this is all true (I honestly have no clue, it’s all theoretical), then that makes what Husk tells Alastor in “Dad Beat Dad” even weirder. Because Overlords selling their souls to Sovereign Overlords isn’t usually a big deal. But he made the deal to keep his power. And he says “You may own my soul, but I ain’t your fucking pet.”

Husk had assumed he’d be mostly left alone, like other Overlords after selling their souls, to do his own thing. And, since Alastor seems to mostly be a loner, he probably was. I mean, when we first see Husk, he’s gambling—and he’s about to win the whole pot.

Right before Alastor summons Niffty and Husk, he says he could “cash in a few favors” to help out.

The favor Husk owes him is the deal Husk made with him to keep his power.

Oh my fucking god.

(EDIT: I can’t believe I miscounted the Overlords.)

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! (just wanna say I really love your writing and especially the ones on mental health)

could I ask for more of the reactions to an Australian accent, but with the cricket crew instead? (those who are okay with x reader ofc)

tysm!!! have a wonderful day!

ah omg thank you 🫶🫶🫶 I've been working really hard esp on those ones + the fact I've always kinda struggled w mental health stuff so I rlly pour my heart out into those ; and he's of course!! sorry if I misunderstood you on that last one by the way LMAO ; gonna keep this as a oneshot tho because it was way easier than a preference format for some reason ; also I wish we got more freddie, tommy, tubbo & ranboo pics while we could 😔🙏

HANDSOME BROS ; australian accent

summary ; youre the only aussie in a group of british kids (and an american)

warnings ; language, lots of ball jokes (sorry tommy)

word count ; 1.4k

masterlist

Showing up for Tubbathon 2024 was a wild one.

Having your hand duct taped to Tommy's was also a whole thing in itself. At least you weren't working with Ranboo, who had no idea how to cook, unlike their poor partner Freddie. Recipe For Disaster was probably a horrible idea to join.

You and Tommy, Green Team, versus Ranboo and Freddie, Orange Team.

You'd never really talked on stream before. You either communicated through Minecraft signs or in-game chats. If you did speak, however, you'd often use a voice changer to make you seem a little more understandable, as you knew your accent was a bit difficult to understand sometimes.

You'd also met with your friends in real life before, of course, but you made sure the entire trip you strained your voice to sound a little more understandable.

But, now cooking with one of your long-time friends, the big guy TommyInnit himself, you didn't seem as worried or insecure when you spoke. I mean, you'd barely spoken, but you were in a comfortable environment - Tubbo's house - and were accompanied by friends you'd known for a long time now.

The stream had started and Tubbo had explained your rules, leaving the two groups to get to cooking.

"Hey, mate, can you hold the bowl while I stir the eggs?" You kindly ask Tommy, wriggling a whisk out of the jar between the stations.

The blonde blinks in silence, staring at you, "Your accent went 0 to 100 very quickly, Y/n/n" He giggles.

"Wait, what?" You glance about, feeling a little nervous as you plop the whisk into the measuring cup, needing to stir the eggs.

"Not in a bad way! Like, I never noticed your fuckin' accent was so, like, heavy before? You didn't sound like that last time we met up, or talked" He shrugs as he explains himself.

"Oh" You shrug, watching as he secures his free hand around the handle of the glass measuring cup. You begin to whisk the eggs, poking at the yolks to make it go a little bit faster. "I mean, I usually use a little voice changer to make me a little more understandable"

"Ohhhhh, wait, that makes sense" He nods, "Ow! Calm down, I'm not trying to get surgery on my wrist now!" He quickly pulls his hand away, feeling something pop.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

He bites his tongue, nodding as you reach for his hand. "I'm good"

You gently grab his wrist, quickly and lightly kneading the area for him.

Ranboo looks up, seeing you two distracted in your green aprons. "They're taking a massage therapy break already" they comment, tapping Freddie on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man up, Tommy! You'll be okay" Freddie lightly smiles, cracking a few eggs over the measuring cup, which they'd just struggled to find.

"Dude, I just had surgery on my crowned jewels, I don't think I will!"

"Good God, help me now" You chuckle

Ranboo and Freddie go silent for a moment before the boy with the red hair speaks up.

"You weren't kidding about the voice changer, were you?"

You shake your head no, "Why would I lie about that, mate?"

The two shrug, hearing Tubbo fake yell at them for cheating since they were conversing with you. The four of you jokingly plan a rebellion that you'd put into place for later, deciding to focus on the food right now.

"Tommy, Tommy, the plate, not the floor! If you drop that I'll actually kill you"

"It's on the damn plate!"

Tommy quickly sets the pan down to help you fold the guacamole together, using his one hand to hold the bowl while you rushingly mix it all up. From the avocados to the lemon juice, you got it to a nice consistency, and, with a struggle, get a dab of it on the paper plate you were given next to the burrito.

"I think he's gonna like it either way, considering most of what he eats, he orders." You shrug, setting the bowl of guacamole down.

Tommy lightly laughs, "Yeah, that's true"

You were finished before the timer, luckily, however, Freddie and Ranboo were still working, using each hand to do their own tasks to work a little faster.

"Tubbo, can you understand me with my accent this thick?" You shout into the other room, purposely making your voice and accent sound a bit thicker to try and mess wirh him.

It's silence until he answers, like he needed to translate your words. "Barely!"

You and Tommy laugh, chatting away while the other group works.

"What's Australia even like? Just like... giant spiders and kangaroos?"

"Holy shit"

"I'm serious! It's not like I'm going anytime soon"

"Well, it's not that. It's like the UK but much warmer, and yeah, kinda scarier. It's like a real-life Better Minecraft mod"

"You guys have armored skeletons attacking you??" Tommy laughs as he teases you.

"I hate you!" You laugh

"I love how you say 'you', it sounds so dumb"

"It sounds like how you Brits say it!" You smile, using your free hand to try and fight him in a playful manner.

"Dumb in a nice way! Dumb in a nice way!" He shouts, trying to use his free hand to protect himself from the cat fight. "They weren't lying when they said you Aussies fight like wild animals, what's next, you gonna kick the shit out of me?" He asks, egging you on.

"I'm gonna kick you in the crown jewels if you don't shut up!" You joke, making him scream in terror, probably killing the viewers' ears as well.

He yelps, falling back as he drags you down with him, having slipped on himself.

"Tommy!"

"Ow!"

"Jesus Christ, they've broken each other's backs off that floor, I heard it" Freddie lightly laughs, holding the paper plate up for Ranboo so they could put the food on it. "I think Y/n's dead"

"Tubbo! We need the ambulance!" Ranboo laughs, "Get Eryn back here, they actually can't get up! The tied hands have impaired them tremendously"

"Tommy, just stand up!"

"My balls hurt!"

"Then let me stand up, I can't when you're holding your dick together!"

Eryn quickly rushes over, helping the both of you stand up slash getting Tommy to release his tied hand from his crotch. You help him up and pat him on the shoulder with your free hand as Tubbo wraps up the time.

In the end, your groups nearly tied, you and Tommy one point behind Freddie and Ranboo. Honestly, they did deserve the win.

"I still can't believe you fooled us with the voice changer, even changing your voice in real life. I swear, you sound totally different," Freddie lightly chuckles, freeing himself from the apron.

"In a good way, though" Ranboo adds, "Your accent is really fucking cool, trust me"

You lightly smile, freeing yourself from Tommy's sweaty hands. "Thanks- ow, holy shit!"

"You think that hurt?" The blonde teases, having ripped the rest of the duct tape of your hands.

"Piss off"

After the stream ended, Tubbo turned on some music while you guys cleaned up. He and Eryn were sorting out the lights, cameras, and microphone while the four of you cleaned up the kitchen. You decided to clean each other's messes, trying to make it a little more enjoyable, which none of you minded.

The music, picked my Tubbo himself, was an early 2000s hip hop mix, titled something like 'Greatest 2000s Hip Hop Hits' or something. And of course, Ranboo and Tommy were getting down to it, mostly leaving you and Freddie to do the cleaning while you laughed at them singing and dancing along.

Tommy was bouncing around, not focused on cleaning whatsoever as he tugs on your hand, wanting you to join in.

"Y/n, Freddie, cmon!"

"This isn't High School Musical, dude" You reply

"You deserve a break!" Ranboo shouts, pulling Freddie into whatever fucked up dance trapezoid you guys had going on.

You sigh and set down the cups you were washing and turn the water off. You spray the water from your hands on Freddie, starting a war as you join their little dance party.

Freddie gasps and smiles, throwing the little bit of water in the measuring cup at you in retaliation.

"Australian versus Brit! Who will win!?" Tommy shouts with a little laugh.

"Hopefully not the American"

You fake shudder and nod. "Yeah, I agree with that, Ranboo"

[weewooooweew]

chat my arm just started hurting and it's progressively getting worse as i type this ohhhhh my god it's like my bone is about to explode FUCK OW nhdjjjnnnbbbd death OW OWNOWNOWOW OW OMG OWNOH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK OW

[wazzappp]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAA

blue beetle, but add a nightmare vibe. I really like His CG transformation in the movie.

[flowersfortheghost]

incorrect quote bc my mind keeps making them (conversations w friends edition)

gwen: oh my god he has left me on read MILES!!!

-

gwen: and then..OW MY FOOT

hobie: then stop sitting on it!!

pavitr: she isnt even sitting on it!!

gwen: it doesnt even hurt it just feels weird

hobie: i think ur leg fell asleep- no ur foot-

gwen: yeah, yeah same

pavitr: agreed

-

gwen: *saying some song lyrics*

pavitr: *gasp* oh my god thats you and miles for real!!

-

miles: like they be bringing the whole family tree and-

gwen, wheezing: I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY FOOD

miles: you good?

-

gwen: THIS HAT IS SO DUMB

miles: i kinda like it

gwen: KINDA LIKE IT????

-

miles: we gotta look for the comics

gwen: you think they'll be in the parenting books section?

miles: idk probably not

-

gwen: we gotta look for the melanie vinyls

miles, looking through some vinyls: *gasp* tyler the creator oh my god!!

-

hobie: god their music taste sucks

gwen: what???

hobie: their music taste sucks

gwen: oh..

hobie: yeah, bc who would listen to that artist?

gwen: wait, who are we talking about?

hobie: pav

gwen: OHHHHH i thought you were talking about me!!

hobie: NO!! well, to be honest-

gwen: WHAT-

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 13

SEASON 1 FINALE BABYYYYYYY no pregame thoughts!! only watch

Spoilers in the reactions (obviously):

OH MY GOD! i really thought i missed something or like an episode for a second bc of how this episode begins

jfc Leverage don’t scare me like that T^T

Jim Sterling >:((((((

THEY HAVE THE HEIST MUSIC LETS GOOOOOOOO

Parker my beloved 😍

the build up has me so exited

ELIOT MY BELOVED 😍😍

HARDINSON MY BELOVED 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

lmao Nate doing the chair turn-around cliche • love him

he sounds very drunk tho 🥺 concerned 🫠

“I got out of sales.” “Oh, so what are you in now?” “Theft.” Love you Nate <3333

Hardinson 🥰

Nate should punch this Ian Blackpoole guy, as a treat

Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!

Oh? 👀 Parker and Sophie are both surprised to find each other 👀 was this heist actually heists plural??? 👀👀👀👀

OH MY GAWD IS IT??? IS IT HEISTS PLURAL????

And they just let Nate leave??? 😂😂😂 he told y’all, to your face, that he will rob you and you let him leave????

IT’S HEISTS PLURAL!!!!

Eliot and Alec sitting in an elevator: K I S S I N G 😙😙😙😙😙

lmao did Alec buy a fucking mansion???

Noooooooo the crew is mad at each other 🥺🥺🥺🥺 stop that. it was an episode ago, sure, but still

Nate: “Why are you guys even here >:(“

Everybody: “they insulted us! and I have a reputation to uphold!”

Everybody and what they don’t say: “bc we care, okay!”

Alec wants to talk 🥺 but Parker is avoiding it (on purpose or oblivious…idk)

Nate can be so stuck up sometimes 🙄 love him tho

“You want…Eliot to…feel out my wife??” Words I didn’t think Nate would say

“Ex, Nate. Ex-wife” Sophie 😂😂😂

Sterling’s fucking reaction to the museum security 😂😂😂😄

Maggie!!!!!

NATE 😂😂😂

ELIOT 😂😂😂😂😂

THEY ARE IN THE VAN 💀💀💀

Nate getting fucking ROASTED

NOT EVEN IN BED 💀💀💀

NOT THE GIFT BUTTON CAMERA 🫢

Is he gonna tell her 👀

OHHHHH WILL HE SHARE 👀👀👀👀

OMG HE IS

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

HE TOLD HER

YES MAGGIE!!! TELL HIM

oh 🥺

Oh no we’re getting a flashback

ow 🤧

awwwwwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AH FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOO

SHIT

THEY KNOW ABOUT MAGGIE

omg they included her in the planning

PARKER 💀💀💀 WHY

“That is confidential” girlie, these are crooks

Parker I love you 🥰

Lmaooooooo poor Nate (doesn’t feel bad for him at all)

Ah fuck they know!!! Sterling could you stop being a stalker and let the heist continue in peace >:(

Oh that poor museum guy 😅 he’s having the worst day

“Everybody knows it’s a fungus” MAGGIE I LOVE YOU

Sophie wants to reconcile with Eliot 🥺 oh wait no, everyone, she doing this with everyone

Oh she’s trying 🥺 she’s bad at it tho. very bad

Fucking spike of stress at Sterling’s appearance 😭 why can’t he just not do his job >:(((

You’re fine, Maggie. I think. I hope. I don’t know

I wanna punch Blackpoole so bad

ELIOT JUMPSCARE

I CHOKED ON MY PASTA

AND THEY DONT SEE HER

IS STERLING JUST PRETENDING TO BE BLIND (nope, he just didn’t see them, wow)

this poor museum guy 😂

we’re fine!!! we’re good!!!! (She is not fine)

YESSSSS

HEISTING IS A GOOOOOOO

WE HAVE A TIMER????

Thank you public panic

EVERYBODY HAS A STATUE

oh this is so funny

Sterling you’re behind now!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA

did they plan for lockdown? 👀 THEY DID 🔥🔥🔥

Sterling, do not threaten Maggie 😡😡😡😡

“I’m the bait” YEEEEEE

THEY STOLE THE PAINTINGS INSTEAD YES

YESSSSSSSSSSS

OH SHIT! STRESSED

GET FUCKED IAN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

YEAH STERLING SWITCH IT UP

Nate turning the lines on Ian 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

AND HE GOT PUNCHED

FUCKING FINALLY 🥳🥳🥳

omfg, THE FUCKING CUSHIONS???

My Nate/Sophie is in conflict with Nate/Maggie

Only solution: Nate/Sophie/Maggie

They’re doing the circle thing

But it’s sad😭

Please don’t separate them!!!! NO SEPARATION

“Let’s see how hard you look” NOOOOOOO PARKER DONT SAY THAT 🥲 NO SEPARATE!!! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE

you know, it hurts more because Hardinson would look for her T^T he would always try and find her while Parker finds new ways to hide and blend in

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DONT BREAK THE CIRCLE

COME BACK

BACK I SAY

Y’all listen to the tv score and turn around—

WHAT???? THATS IT????

NO!! NO IT IS NOT

THAT IS NOT THE END OF SEASON ONE WHAT THE FUCK

General thoughts:

Uh, so, what the fuck 🫠 I am so sorry to everyone who watched this show live that cliffhanger is just….so evil.

Actually so happy to see Maggie get included with the crew, and it was nice to see that things weren’t just thrown under the rug from the last episode. Like on one hand, I am sympathetic towards Sophie, but on the other, her con put the team in a lot of danger. Danger they did not agree to because their heists are never really on the safe side. So it was fun to see that “yeah, I don’t know if I can trust you like I could before.”

ESPECIALLY WITH ELIOT!!! He actually admitted that he was feeling at home with the team and getting comfortable and letting his walks down 🥺 so it makes so much sense that he’s not ready to forgive Sophie for breaking that (also, Eliot I swear, we need more episodes focused on you because WHO FUCKING ARE YOU??? Nothing is explained fully, you’re like a jack of all trades, the tank of the team, you have a very tough exterior and I just— I wanna knooooooooooow 😖)

Hardinson and Parker were so fucking cute 🥰 and I love how their relationship is building but also felt really worried because Hardinson really wants to talk to Parker about where they stand, but she’s being very avoidant about it T^T and then!!! she fucking says “Let’s see how hard you look,” WITH A FUCKING SMILE GIRLIE NO!!! DONT PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT 🫠

ough 🤧 how is this the end of the season……on to season 2 I guess

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Random Skit: Sick Kiss dare (Gone wrong)

Anon: Hey Sick Boyfriend, I got a dare for you.

Sick BF: Oh Okay, what's the dare?

Anon: You're not gonna like the dare, though....

Sick BF: I swear if you dare me to date Senpai, I'm not speaking to you again!

Anon: I-It's not that.

Sick BF: Then what's the dare?

Anon: I.....I dare you to kiss Sick Senpai?

Sick BF:....ahem! Excuse me.....WHAT?!

Anon: Sorry, Someone asked me to dare you to do the dare.

Sick BF: ANON, You know how much I hate Sick Senpai, not to mention he's obsessed with me and he's been stalking me for god knows how long!

Anon: I know! I know! I'm sorry but it's only a dare, please~

Sick BF: Mmm......OKAY FINE! BUT YOU OWE ME BIG TIME!

Anon: I know.

2 minutes later, after Anon went to go get Sick Senpai....

Sick Senpai: YOU REALLY WANT TO KISS ME?!

Sick BF: *sigh* Yes, but it's only for the dare, JUST ONE KISS! ON THE CHEEK!

Anon: uhhhh actually....it's suppose to be on the lips.

Sick BF: WHAT?!

Sick Senpai: YAY!

Sick BF: *sighs roughly* Let's get this over with....

Sick Senpai: Okay but first, *pulls out a breath spray and sprayed into in his mouth for his mouth to smell good*

Sick BF: *mind* Oh dear god, I hate this......

Sick Senpai: Okay my love, I'm ready!

Sick BF: Okay but I need to let you know that this doesn't mean anyt-*gets pulled front* WHAT THE?! HEY!!

*SMOOCH*

Sick Senpai: Ahh~

Sick BF: *gags* GROSS!

Sick Senpai: That was good, we should kiss again!

Sick BF: HELL NO! I RATHER PISS MYSELF THAN KISS YOU FOR R-*gag* I think I tasted your salvia*retching*

Sick Senpai: oh come on, you liked it.

Sick BF: NO I- *gag* Oh god, I think I'm gonna be- *vomiting*

Anon: Oh boy....

Sick Senpai: Aww you look so cute when you threw up Sick Boyfriend!

Sick BF:UGHHHHHH! I'm sorry Anon, but I have to leave before I become more sick! *run away*

Anon: I'M SORRY!

Sick Senpai: Yay! i finally got my first kiss from my sweetie! Aren't you happy for me?

Anon: Uhh .....yeah sure.....*mind* Oh god what have I done!

Sick Senpai: *felt a glossy stuff when he felt his lips and gasps* And he was wearing strawberry lip gloss! I'M NEVER WASHING MY MOUTH AGAIN, THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!

Anon slowly backs away then leaves while Sick Senpai is cheering on himself from kissing Sick Boyfriend for the first time.

Meanwhile at the Shrugfriend Manor,

Drugfriend: Hmm....*reading a book*

*slam*

Drugfriend: What the?! *mind* Oh Sick Boyfriend must be home.

Sick BF: Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

Drugfriend: Oh hey Sick Boyfriend, how's your-.....

Sick Boyfriend rushed pasted Drugfriend and ran straight to the bathroom.

Drugfriend: walk.

Drugfriend was confused and decided to follow Sick Boyfriend to the bathroom. When he got there, He open the door only to see Sick Boyfriend washing his tongue.

Drugfriend: Uhhh Sick Boyfriend, Why are you brushing your tongue?

Sick BF: I'm trying to get that nasty taste out of my mouth!

Drugfriend: Nasty taste?

Sick BF: Sick Senpai kissed me!

Drugfriend: HE DID WHAT?!

Sick BF: Anon dared me to.

Drugfriend:.....(Annoyed) I'm gonna kill him!

Sick BF: Drugfriend, don't. He said he didn't mean to dare me to do it.

Drugfriend: Ohhhhh Okay then. You're still trying to get that Sick Senpai taste out of your mouth?

Sick BF: YES!

Drugfriend: Here, Let me.

Drugfriend gave Sick Boyfriend a french kiss. Sick Boyfriend was blushing red.

Sick BF: W-Wow....That felt really nice, Thanks Drugfriend.

Drugfriend: Hehehe No problem buddy!

Sick BF: Let's kiss again?

Drugfriend: Okay.

The end.

@woody-dave

@starlightgirl242

@partynoobvanii

[johnpeelsession]

GOOD OMENS SEASON TWO ENDING SPOILERS BECAUSE I JUST FINISHED IT

"YOU IDIOT WE COULD'VE BEEN...US" AND IN FUCKING CLASSIC FUCKING DAVID TENNANT STYLE HIS CHARACTER DOESN'T GET TO SAY GOODBYE. NO "I LOVE YOUS" OR ANYTHING JUST SHEER HEARTBREAK AND ANGST OH MY GOD.

Neil gaiman I am personally praying for ur safety BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL. oh my god I know not all media HAS to have a happy ending but ohhhhh my god my heart ow fucking ow. AND THE WAY AZIRAPHALE JUST LEAVES? AND DOESNT EVEN SAY GOODBYE? IM GONNA SCREAM