#ok this may be going too far i need an intervention

[bardengarde]

If I were to steal Dr. Jim Wills from the Bonanza universe..... who would stop me

[pandafruit]

Ok, I’ve been tossing this AU around in my head for AGES, and I have to get it out or I’m gonna explode.

So in TEC, it’s made pretty clear that there are numerous risks to reviving Butler that even the fairies can’t fully account for. No healing like his had ever been attempted before, and there was really no telling what was gonna happen.

What if, in the face of all this, Holly refuses to heal him?

She’s not a trained medical warlock. She’s on her own. And she’s being asked to desecrate the body of her friend, with unknown, possibly catastrophic results. She refuses, tries her best to console Artemis and goes home.

Now, a lot changes from here.

Artemis obviously isn’t giving up hope. He transfers Butler to longer term cryogenic storage and has human surgeons fix his wounds as best they can in the meantime.

Artemis and Holly’s friendship is shattered. Artemis could never forgive her for not even trying to heal Butler. Holly doesn’t hate him in turn, but she does (mostly) believe she did the right thing, and wishes he would see her point of view. The LEP might still occasionally contact Artemis for help (though not for long - I’ll get to it) but the two of them remain, at absolute best, frosty around each other from then on.

Spiro and Blunt are no longer getting the “off to prison” treatment lmao. Artemis contacts Carla Frazetti and convinces the Chicago mob to turn on Spiro and assassinate both him and Blunt. Afterward, Artemis ends up taking Spiro’s place as benefactor and strategist for the mob. In return, Carla provides him with a security detail when needed (which is how I’m getting around Artemis not dying without Butler every 5 minutes lmao). The relationship proves very beneficial to Carla, and absolutely horrible for Artemis’s moral compass.

Artemis becomes obsessed with learning how to use magic - if the fairies won’t heal Butler, he’ll do it himself. This strains his working relationship with the LEP to the breaking point, and he eventually becomes a fairy fugitive. (I’ll be honest, this one is just bc I think Warlock!Artemis is cool as hell. They should’ve let him keep the magic >:(((( ) (Also cue tragic-yet-awesome scene where Holly is trying to bring him in and they get into a magic fight. The drama. The cinema).

Speaking of his magic! Artemis is no longer actively monitoring Foaly’s work, and the calculation error for the demons goes unnoticed until far too late. Thousands die in Hybras’s return to Earth, and the fairies come dangerously close to being revealed altogether.

When Artemis’s Atlantis Complex hits, because of his decidedly more amoral life path and extra dabbling in magic, it’s a hundred times worse. He has full blown hallucinations, panic attacks, multiple alters, and can no longer access fairy help for any of it. He stumbles by with human OCD treatments, but it’s not nearly as effective. He still refuses to see a psychiatrist.

Eventually, years down the line, Artemis masters magic well enough to revive Butler. It’s both better and worse than it would’ve been had Holly healed him - he no longer has to deal with the Kevlar strands thanks to the human medical intervention, and Artemis was able to train for years specifically to heal him, but the extra time in stasis means it takes even more of Butler’s life force to revive him.

When Butler finally awakes, he no longer recognizes the cold, paranoid, angry young man he used to dutifully protect. Butler may have been the one who was revived, but it’s Artemis who came back wrong.

There’s a million different ways this AU could go, but this is the stuff I’ve been tossing around. Also I know for a fact I haven’t hit every plot hole - PLEASE please share what you guys think would happen with me!! As of rn, I have no name for this AU, so I would appreciate suggestions for that too lmao

[beebopboom]

Greasy Johnson: a Red Herring?

This is a season 3 speculation post - you know not what to do with them

ok so i’ve fallen down a Greasy Johnson is Jesus rabbit hole and I love it - seems pretty plausible (here are some of of the pieces that sent me down here - Jesus 2.0 rides a Motorcycle Scooter , Greasy Johnson is Jesus, and Greasy Johnson in the book)

To summarize Greasy Johnson is the third baby in the swap who grows up near Adam and has kind of a “rival gang” who in the book is used as the reason why Adam finds a fight between two rivals ridiculous

plus you have the working title for the talked about sequel 668: The Neighbor of the Beast which more than likely is Greasy Johnson house and his thing with tropical fish - just a lot of things pointing to him being Jesus

But!! I want to talk about something a little different (and I can recognize this is probably just my want for Warlock to come back as someone important) because it was a choice not have him mentioned after the swap in the show.

What if Warlock is Jesus? Now just hear me out

If i’m following the swap right Warlock is our baby draped in blue and is the Young’s actual son

Now going back a bit I believe Heaven has been testing out aspects of what is said to happen in the Second Coming for a while now maybe as far back as 1827 but probably got close to right around 1941 and was just waiting for Hell to have the Antichrist and trigger Armageddon

and yknow for being an order of satanic nuns they sure do have a lot of Jesus on the Cross hanging around. why? - it’s almost like the were also meant to deliver him as well

So when Hell pulled their final card - so did Heaven

Now who was not meant to be there that night and messed everything up - the Young’s and their baby, Warlock - it’s almost like it was a divine intervention. And like I said earlier Warlock is our baby draped in blue (like Jesus) and our Ace card (ace up their sleeve anyone?)

Greasy Johnson was apart of Hells plan and set up - Warlock was not

also he has traveled the world because of the Dowling’s work before being tempted by Hastur which he denies

and the whales and dinosaurs we see in his room - you got your mothers humor don’t you?

and he is the only one who has to make a return to the UK - the plane in the opening sequence

what about Greasy Johnson and the neighbor of the beast though? that seems to be a pretty great fit and I agree - he is going to be the reason the swap is discovered and they all get together again - whatever that reason may be (*cough*dying*cough*)

and not mentioning him further in season one allows for him to come in as a completely new character and story that we get to follow around with points in his life pointing towards him being Jesus - as a distraction for the characters and for us

but where does Aziraphale come into this and why does the Metatron need an angel of his talents? - Heaven has also lost its card(baby), the trick worked a little too well and there are still two children to choose between, if they could find them - and Aziraphale, who has shown is apt at finding and identifying the Antichrist and knows Earth better than any angel, is just the being for the job

I recognize this is a lot of speculation and this is just kinda just a crack theory but it wouldn’t leave me alone so I’d thought I’d share

and mostly I think it’d be funny that in thinking they were raising the Antichrist they were actually raising Jesus Christ

(but also it would fit a lot of the headcannons floating around. Jesus being a right terror? check. Them raising Jesus? already did that. Trans!Jesus? remember all those trans!warlock headcannons. Jesus having a mentor relationship with Crowley? the demon raised Warlock. Going out for a drink? Warlock would an adult now by the time season 3 comes out and they keep following that the events in the show are happening at the present time it comes out trend - just on and on)

[landing-amongst-the-planets]

After seeing Season 5 and the way Miguel beat up three different guys to protect Robby in the fight at the Cobra Kai dojo, I need more of protective Miguel over Robby, so here! It’s not a fic, more an outline xD

4 Times Miguel’s Protective Of Robby And 1 Time He Realises Why

1: Robby and a former Cobra Kai are sparring and the ex-Cobra gets way too aggressive and nearly crushes Robby’s leg. Miguel immediately intervenes and knocks him to the ground and really digs into him until Robby has to tell him to cool it and the guy apologises. Tory and Sam snicker in the background and Demetri hands Eli money. Robby spends the rest of the week thinking about that because no one’s ever protected him like that before, except Miguel. For Miguel it’s just another Tuesday xD

2: Miguel finds out Johnny didn’t tell Robby the purpose of the Mexico trip until they were already there and that leads to the loudest fight the entire apartment complex has heard, and that’s saying something. Miguel thinks it’s unfair to Robby that Johnny put him in that position without even telling him and yet again made him feel second to Miguel. Eventually he calms down after Robby pacifies him and Johnny’s impressed and kinda proud that his two sons are getting along so well that Miguel is even protecting Robby from JOHNNY. Yaya gives Miguel a knowing look and Robby a wink and they don’t know what she means but they oddly feel like they’ve been found out.

3: One of the guys from school asks Robby out and he’s so far removed from karate and Carmen tells him it’ll be nice to have a break from the constant training for the Sekai Taikai, so he accepts. Miguel doesn’t know why but he feels weirdly betrayed by his mom. He ends up recruiting Eli and Demetri to follow Robby on the date “just in case”, citing their newly formed friendship and brotherhood meaning he wants to keep him safe. Eli and Demetri exchange that look they always do when they’re communicating in their own way that no one else understands, but Miguel’s one-track mind lets it go. The date does end up going badly cuz the guy is really disrespectful and too touchy and the next day Miguel’s on TikTok for beating the guy within an inch of his life before Robby, Eli, AND Demetri all had to hold him back. The video shows up on Daniel’s For You page on his newly made TikTok and he can’t help but be glad that someone’s looking out for his mentee, because if anyone knows how rough Robby had it it’s Daniel.

4: It’s movie night at the Diaz-Lawrence household and, after an exhausting game of Monopoly where Johnny nearly throws the board out the window when he starts losing, Miguel and Robby end up on the kitchen table together once everyone’s gone to sleep. They start talking about their childhoods and Miguel learns things about Robby’s that he half-figured but never wanted to think about when he was supposed to hate him. But now, seeing the kid who spent his childhood cooking for himself in dingy apartments and having to sweep up broken shards of the bottles of beer his mom or her newest boyfriend would leave on the ratty carpets, the kid who fell in with the wrong crowd too many times and got taken advantage of, the kid who was alone and didn’t have Johnny around…Miguel can’t help himself, he hugs Robby, a full-body hug, for the first time, and says he won’t let anything or anyone hurt him again. And Robby’s pretty sure he forgets how to breathe.

+1: Of course they don’t figure it out on their own. It takes separate interventions from their friends AND their senseis (yes, even Johnny figured it out eventually….ok, Daniel may have had to give him an intervention first) for Miguel to figure out he has feelings for Robby. And maybe that overprotectiveness wasn’t just brotherly love and friendship. And when he comes to this epiphany, it takes another full week for him to stop babbling nonsense when he sees Robby and finally ask him out. Fortunately for him, Robby likes him back, and fortunately for everyone else, they can finally exchange their money for the bets for when they’ll start dating😌

[lily-alphonse]

Emily/Abigail the gem girls plss

This one is hot. How do they fit together though? (imagining a scenario of Emily spraying Abigail with water for trying to eat her crystals lol)

SOME AO3 RESEARCH LATER

Oh damn this one is very rare. I got nothing from that research lol. Come on guys we need people on this one the sapphics are being neglected once again!

Ok let's see.

I imagine them actually getting close because they are both very naturally affectionate people. They love hugs and teasing and stuff.

When Abigail and her friends start coming to play pool at the saloon every Friday night it starts out with compliments and “honey”, “dollface.” Abigail loves Emily’s style, and Emily loves Abigail’s makeup. (I headcanon Abigail can do a FIERCE cateye wing in her sleep). As Emily gets more comfortable with them she starts coming over to lean on Abigail (since Emily is tall and lanky and Abby is short) and calling her “BB” and “sugar” and even her girlfriend. “Oh my girlfriend is here look at that smokey eye oh my YOBA!”

Abby ends up looking forward to Fridays a lot for their little interactions. And if Emily ever comes into her dad’s store it makes her day. So Abby wonders why they don’t hang out outside of work. But the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she doesn’t just want to hang out. She actually kind of wants to date her for real.

But Emily’s never given any indication that it was anything but teasing, and she’s a bit older, and it’s literally just her job to be sweet with everyone. That’s Abby’s rationalization for skipping the saloon that Friday, at least.

Maybe it’s concern, or her friends getting involved, or simply divine intervention, but Emily tracks her down Saturday morning. And at what is likely the worst possible time, too, since Abby is up by the lake practicing her flute where no one can bother her.

She’s startled when she stops playing and hears clapping.

She whirls around to the source of the sound to see Emily in a colorful homemade sweater. “Bravo!” she calls out, crunching through the leaves to meet her.

Abby just about drops the flute in a panic. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she says sheepishly.

“The flute AND the drums, that’s impressive,” Emily says with a smile, coming to sit down next to her on the boulder she was leaning against. “And it’s just me BB, I’m a far greater embarrassment than you could ever be.”

Abby scoffs, putting her flute back in its case.

“I’m serious, you’re so incredibly talented,” Emily counters.

Abby would turn back to look at her again if she wasn’t blushing. “Thanks.”

“Are you okay?” Emily asks, concern edging in her voice. “We missed you last night.”

Abby turns to meet her eyes then, wishing her expression would tell her if she meant “we” or just her. But she doesn’t find the answer in her eyes.

Emily loops their arms as she often does, but also takes her hand, threading their fingers together. Abby can’t breathe.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” Emily asks carefully.

“There’s nothing wrong I just…” Her heart is pounding. She can barely think but she wills herself to continue. “I like you, Em.”

Abby expects the world to fall out from under her but it doesn’t. Emily’s face barely even changes. She doesn’t seem surprised, her smile just grows a bit. “I like you too, BB.”

Oh no. It’s her worst fear. She’s turning it into their game, or a misunderstanding, and she’s going to have to repeat herself and its going to be so awkward. “No like, I… like-like you.”

Emily nods. “I know what you mean.”

Abby is still stuck in disbelief, when Emily just finally leans over and kisses her.

“Amethyst” would make a banger fic title for this pairing lol

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[speedyartist30]

Botw AU: Divine intervention pt3

Link:”Will take Boneyard Bridge over Hylia River then will go through forest park. Once we get through there will pass the ruins and stop at Highland Stable for the night. We’ll go to the lost woods in the morning.”

Jay hummed to show he was listening, he stared down at the map intently as his eyes traveled through the path they’ll take. He had to give link credit his map was very detailed compared to the map Zelda had on her glowing rectangle. The knight even had multiple monster camps marked

“Sounds good. You have a really good map by the way. I never seen one this detailed before.”

Linked nodded and signed,”thank you.” He looked slightly amused before asking with a small grin…

Link:”Do you always float around like this?”

Jay looked away from the map and slowly turned upside down in the air, he shrugged and began descending towards his bed before plopping down on the oversized matress. He handed Link his map and grabbed his bag off the floor,Jay never liked being too far from it. In a ring of sparks Jays dragon features disappeared.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

Link:’Let’s go. Get horses first then head to stable.’

Jay silently followed after Link their trip, he rathered run the whole way there, but horses where ok. When the duo reached the military stables Link gave Jay the reigns of a cream colored horse while he took a brown one, the duo saddled up and began the trip to Higland Stable. The ride there was honestly quite fun, mainly because of the conversation they started along the way.Turns out Link has been training to be a knight since he was a young, he even bested the adults put against him. Jay also learned his quiet friend loves food and may be a border line gluttony, which Jay picked up on when he offered his friend a riceball and that led them to sharing recipes.

Link:”Adding goat butter gives the omelette a creamy texture and that’s pretty much it.”

“Oh, I never ate a mushroom omelet before. It’s hard to get goat butter in Faron if a traveler doesn’t have it for sale. But I do have a lot of eggs in my bag.”

Link:”Well I can show you how to make one if you like? But I have to ask, how do you have so much stuff in that bag? It looks to small to even hold a shield.”

Jay blinked, he forgot nobody knew his bag was magic. He slipped the bag off his back and reached inside until it reached all the way to his shoulder. Turning back to the knight, Jay laughed when the stoic expression slipped off Links face and in its place was pure horror at the fake it looked like his arm was missing, but his fingers still wiggled at the end of his bag. Pulling his arm out Jay waved it to show it was still there and he also turned the bag to show Link the inside, which was pitch black.”

“It’s magic. I got it as a gift for helping a forest spirit when I was a kid. Turns out he’s only power is to give any bag infinite space.”

Link:”But how can you take out what you need if it’s dark as a unlit cave?”

“It’s linked to my mind, so whatever I think of I can just take it out. But it’s only if I actually have it in here,I can’t just summon something I don’t have. Here try it.”

Jay passed the bag to Link who took it hesitantly, he stared inside before reaching inside. Blue eyes widened as he pulled out a Ruby. Dropping the gem back in Link reached again took out a thunder spear. Side eyeing Jay,Link dropped the weapon and reached again and pulled out a steaming meat skewer. Link looked at Jay incredulously.

Link:”How is this still hot? It looks like you just made this.”

“That’s because I did….A few days ago, it may sound a little odd but when I cook something and put it in the bag it stays the exact same way as I left it. I think time doesn’t exist in there. You can have that if you want.”

Link stared at him and silently handed the bag back.Jay shrugged and pulled out a skewer of his own. By the time they reached the stable it was already getting dark,Link paid for their beds and Jay supplied dinner for the night. Both teens sat outside to kill time and Jay started telling link about his encounters with the Koroks.

Link:”So they are real? My mom used to tell me stories about these forest spirits when I was young, but as I got older I just saw them as some sort of fairytale.”

“Oh definitely real, but their more like little gremlins than spirits. They act like children and are very playful. Everyone can’t see them though.”

Link:”Hmmm, is that because of your sense?”

Jay nodded and watched a star glimmer in the sky, he was feeling a little homesick,but he was grateful he had Link for company. Just when Jay was about to call it a night something bright briefly lit up the sky before falling down. Gasping,Jay pointed at the star and quickly signed to Link

‘Look it’s a star fragment!’

Link:’You mean shooting star?’

‘No,shooting stars burn before reaching the ground,but fragments don’t! I have to get it!’

Smiling Jay took off into the darkness before blurring into a run. He kept his eyes on the star as he ran and his heart swelled with joy when he jumped and grabbed it out the air. The star glowed in his hands as warmth emitted from its core.Dropping his treasure into his bag Jay ran back to the stable to show his friend, who had stared at him like he grew a second head.

Link:’You can run fast too?’

‘Yeah, but look I caught it!‘

Jay pulled out the star to let Link hold it, he happily signed about where he went to get the star. Link held the star in his hands in curiosity. The star shimmered with a bright glow and gave off a low hum.

Link:’What makes them so hard to find?’

‘They fall in places hard to reach, a rito would have a easier time getting a star than anyone else, but I heard they don’t have good eyesight at night. But the main reason is these stars disappear when the sun rises.’

Link:’This is probably worth a lot of rupees if you sell this.’

‘I know,but I heard that if a person can collect seven star fragments it’ll turn into a blessed star and it can grant you any wish you want as long as it’s pure.That means you can’t have a wish that involves harming or killing another person even if it’s for a good reason.”

Link asked how many he had and Jay held up two fingers, before covering his mouth to yawn,flying was always taxing to him. Link handed back his star and they both went inside the stable to get some sleep.They had a early morning ahead of them.

When the sun began rolling down the hills, the two teens settled near the cooking pot for a quick breakfast and when donw they trecked up path to the lost woods. The path up there seemed normal enough until a sudden fogged swept behind them, effectively trapping them in the woods. Fidgeting with his hair,Jay quietly whispered to Link since it was to foggy to sign.

“Have you been here before?”

Link:”No, but I know there are torches left behind to lead the way,so we can’t get lost.”

The two looked around and Jay let his dragon form return to improve his eyesight in the muggy darkness. His ears pressed against his head and twitched at every little sound, but the warm glow of a fire caught his eyes. Pointing towards the light the descendant and the knight followed the torches embers. They walked a good distance before stopping near two torches lined side by side. Link took out his map from his satchel, blue eyes squinting at the parchment. Jay sparked to give the blonde some slight as he kept his eyes on their surroundings, he couldn’t ignore the feeling he was being watched.

Link:”Where in the right direction, but I don’t know why the other torches are gone. Even if they aren’t lit we could have still followed….”

Link eyes widen and Jay felt arms wrapped around him as he got pulled off his feet. Jay tensed but immediately relaxed when he noticed the red maracas around his middle.

Hestu:”SHALA-KALA!!! I found you JayJay!!!!”

Jay gave a short yelp as the spirit started to spinning him around with childlike laughter. He tried to squirm out the spirits grip but sadly his arms where pinned.Kicking his legs Jay tried to get Hestu to listen.

“Hestu!Your making me dizzy! Stop!!!”

The spirit stopped and giggled before looking down at the swordsman, Link stared at them with mild amusement.Then Hestu suddenly gasped.

Hestu:”You! Can you see me too?!”

“Oh for the love of Hyli-AAAHH!!”

Link barely nodded his head before Hestu squealed and pulled Link into his crushing embrace The teens screamed at the dizzying speed before being abruptly dropped the two in a heap on the ground. Dizzily,Jay shook his head and explained why they were there before Hestu decided to make them listen to his maracas.The spirit suddenly became eerily silent before looking down at Link.

Hestu:”You both need to talk to grandpa.“

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jay stood up and gave Link a hand while he regain his bearings, Hestu took the lead and led them into Korok Forest. It was so bright and warm compared to the cold fog around them before.Smaller Koroks began peeking out from shrubs and trees while others hovered above them. And right infront of the large tree was a pedestal holding the darkness swiping sword.

Then a loud yawn shook the forest…

Deku Tree:”Hrm….Did I doze off again…Hmmm, who are you two? I can feel the presence you two have through my roots.”

Jay tilted his head and looked down cautiously, he heard of stories of the Great deku tree, but he never thought the tree would have a face let alone a voice. Looking to his right he see Hestu has disappeared while Link stepped onto the pedestal. Clearing his throat Jay introduced himself and Link to the ancient tree.

“I’m Jay and this is Link. I brought him here to pull the sword, he has the soul and power of the Hero.”

Deku Tree:”Well it’s just as I feared….The Calamity is near…But I knew you would come to pull the sword that seals the darkness-that only the chosen knight can wield against Calamity Ganon.”

Jay eyed the purple hilt on the blade, he could feel a presence around the sword but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. But it felt alive. When Link reached for the sword,Jay caught his wrist and shook his head.

Deku Tree:”You need to take extreme caution,Link.The sword stands as a test to anyone who dare to attempt to posses it. As you are now I cannot say whether you are worthy or not…”

Jay eyes slitted to view the blade closer only to see the entire blade glowing with a white aura. The blade was a soul itself! Frowning, Jay and Link turned to the two small Korok who looked to be re-enacting what happened to others before Link who weren’t worthy of the blade.

Deku Tree:”If you sought to free the sword and it doesn’t accept you as the chosen knight, you will surely lose your life where you stand.”

The teens watched one Korok fall over dramatically while the other squealed in fake anguish. The scene would of been funny if they didn’t know they where copying real people. Suddenly the Deku tree laughed at them.

Deku Tree:”Best of Luck, young one’s…”

“Well that sounds nice…You stil want to do this? I don’t blame you if you don’t want to, Link.This is very risky.”

Link:”Yeah, but we need the sword and the sooner the better….If I can bring the sword back then maybe that puts less pressure on the princess…That way she can just focus on her power and talking to the pilots for the divine beast.”

Jay agreed with him, he even had his own suspicion that Zelda’s power was not awakened due to stress, so if Link could bring the sword back it might help.Still…This is a dangerous game they’re playing. Frowning in thought,Jay felt Link nudging his arm. Looking up he watched the blonde sign

Link:’I can do it. You said I have the soul for it. I trust you.’

Jay stared it him for a moment before looking back at the sword, he knew they had to get the sword at some point. Might as well give it a go now. Sighing, Jay stepped off the pedestal to give his friend space, he felt uneasy about the whole thing,but Link looked confident and was willingly to try.The knight took a deep breath and clasped his hands around the hilt, with a grunt Link pulled the hilt as a bright glow shined under it.From a distance it looked like the blade wasn’t budging,but Jay could see the sword moving painfully slow.

Sweat beaded at Links forehead as the sword moved up a couple inches, he was at the halfway point now. He’s face remained stoic as he pulled again with a grunt,Jay stepped beside him and put a hand on his shoulder.

‘Your almost done.You got this.’

Link gave a single nod and tensed his arms as the blade rose a bit more, Jay watched the knights soul to make sure he was not going to die like the Deku tree causally mentioned. The Yellow soul wavered,but held strong, Link arms began trembling as the sword moved up once more.

“Your right there Link. One good pull should do.”

Link took a deep breath and with a frown he clenched his teeth and pulled with all his might.Jay brought a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden flash, Link held the sword in his hands in silent awe.Jay gave him a pat on the back and signed…

‘I knew you could do it. Good job, Hero.��

Link gave a weary smile and held the blade to the sky, he observed it and gave it a few test swings. Koroks came up to them cheering and at Links accomplishmen. A elder Korok waddled up to link with sheath for the blade. Jay checked Links soul and he wasn’t surprised to see the sword leaving a mark on him, but the soul did looked weakened. The deku tree complimented Link for his courage and he thanked Jay for bringing him there before sleepily saying.

Deku Tree:”Now use that sword to beat the Calamity….and…Bring peace to Hyrule…”

The giant tree shut his eyes and Jay moved his tail out of the curious Koroks reach, but the stubborn spirits didn’t give up.Sighing,Jay looked to Link and asked…

“You ready to…You ok?”

Link:’Fine…dizzy…’

The blonde looked pale and unsteady, he shakily to a step before pitching foward. Reacting quickly,Jay caught his friend and eased him to the ground. It was concerning since he was fine a few moments ago. The Korok around them started speaking at once, but Jay managed to catch what they were saying to them.

Korok:”Mr.Hero used a lot of engery to pull the sword!”

Korok:”The sword needed energy to get free!! Mr. Hero gave his to her!”

Korok:”He can rest in the Inn I made!”

“Ok, can you show me where?”

The little spirits nodded and turned towards the deku tree,Jay helped Link to his feet and looped his arm over his shoulder to help him walk.The inn the Koroks made was actually inside the deku trees stomach,they even had a little shops and area to cook.

*Cute,but what are they going to do with rupees if no one can see them?*

Eyeing the little spirit.Jay guided Link to the bed while a Korok gave him a leaf blanket.Jay sat on the floor while Link layed down, he fell alseep almost instantly,so while he rested Jay decided to mediate until he was ready to travel. He stretched a bit before crossing his legs and took deep breaths to calm his previous anxiety.At some point the Korok gathered around them, mainly due to their curiosity of their new guests.Jay opened one eye to see a couple of them placing flowers on his tail, he shrugged and closed his eyes. But his concentration broke when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Opening his eyes he’s greeted by the elder Korok,Chio.

Chio:”You are capable of seeing souls,yes?”

“Yeah…”

Chio:”Follow me.”

The elder began walking out the tree,Jay tilted his head but followed anyway, he didn’t like how serious the Korok suddenly became.Chio took him deep into the forest and he could feel something wasn’t right. Pushing his way through a bush Jay spots a makeshift cage and in the middle was Korok covered in pure malice.

“How…What happened?”

Chio:” I don’t know. She left our forest to go play hide n seek with the children…But when she came back…She was covered in this substance.”

*It’s Malice…It’s what’s Calamity Ganon is using to corrupt souls.… I….I didn’t think it would be strong enough to corrupt spirits.*

The little Korok hit and pulled at the cage as malice poured from her mask, she screamed at them and ran to the other side to continue her struggle to escape. Jay couldn’t watch this, he couldn’t just let the little spirit stay this way. He had to help somehow even though his instincts told him to stay away from her.Stepping towards the door,Jay felt his nails sharpen as he looked at the lock. It was just a bunch of vines tying the door closed and he effortlessly cut through it. Untangling the mess he heard,Chio worriedly called out…

Chio:”She’s not in here right mind! If you go in there she will hurt you!”

“I’m going to try and remove it.”

He opened the door and slowly stepped inside, Kaya screamed and ran towards him as fast as her little legs could go. Jay sat on the back of his legs and when the spirit jumped towards him Jay caught her.Focusing on the corrupted soul Jay left his power swarm around the Korok in a strong gold. She tried to flee from his hold but the power around her attacked the malice inside her.Jay grimaced when a lone gold eye appeared on the mask and a vapor of malice wafted into the air.Using his tail to hold the Korok still Jay held his hands over the eye and in one shock the eye dispersed in a cloud of black and magenta smoke.

Chio appeared beside him as he held Kaya in his lap, the little spirit seemed to be a bit disoriented but relieved to see Chio and the forest around them.Jay put her down and brought his arm up to muffle sudden coughs, he looked around to see if any malice was left behind.

Chio:”Thank you for saving Kaya,Jay. I was worried that no one could help her.”

“Your welcome. Are you feeling alright,Kaya? That was a lot of malice on you.”

The spirit nodded and Chio began giving her a lecture about how she needed to be more careful. Oddly enough she didn’t respond to the elder but instead turned to Jay and whispered….

Kaya:”A hylian saw me…He hurt me.”

Jay frowned at the reveal and used his tail to bring the spirit closer, he could still sense the faint traces of malice. He moved his tail away from her gave a small smile. Kaya voiced her concern about Malice still being on her, but Jay quietly reassured her.

“It’s ok I removed all of it so you should be fine. Can you tell me what he looks like?”

Kaya:”He had skin as gray as ash….he wore a purple cloak and a circlet of a eye on his head…Then he used this scary orb on me and…I cant remember anything after that.”

Chio:”Where did you see him?”

Kaya:”Hateno Village. He was talking to somebody but I can’t remember, I’m sorry.”

“No it’s ok you did very good by telling me what you remember.I’ll check there to see if I can find him. Chio I advise you all stay away from malice. It’s not safe to be around. Now as for you Kaya you should take it easy for a few days, I’m not sure how malice affects spirits,but from how it effected Kaya it seems to make you guys aggressive.”

Chio:”I see…I’ll keep an eye on her and tell the great deku tree about this and warn the children of this hylian. Are you well,Jay? You look-“

“I’m fine.”

Jay offered a smile and walked away from the two spirits, he coughed into his fist before reaching into his bag to pull out a few herbs. When he reached the Deku tree he used the herbs and brew himself some tea. He returned back to his spot on the floor and checked in his dozing friend.Links color came back and he slept soundly, he had the leaf blanket tucked around him.Jay leaned back against the bed and pulled a small jar of honey out his bag and poured some in his cup. He took a spoon out his bag to stir the herbal drink and when done he took a long sip as he thought over Kaya’s description.

*A hylian that has the ability to control malice….Goddesses help us all.*

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 207

King of the Damned

Truly, I could not have planned this weekend of HNT better. We’ve got David Tenant back tomorrow AND Metatron trying to convince an angel to help him fix heaven in TWO series…on GO2 release weekend

“King of the Damned”

Plot Description: Castiel captures one of Metatron’s angels and asks Sam and Dean for help. Meanwhile, Abaddon demands that Crowley help her kill Sam and Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: as far as I know, I have no connection to anyone Abaddon personally wants dead, so I might be alright. That said, if she decided to kill me, she’s more than welcome to

Oh…these are all angels, and…this one’s being STUPIDLY braggy

Right? Like, don’t go around bragging about how you’re the right hand man for Metatron. Most angels don’t like him

I’m tired of Cas being forced into leadership roles. He fucks it up every time, but angels can’t help but want to follow him.

Cas showing affection still makes my heart melt. Omg. Please. Saying another angel can “be a little stuffy.”

I’m never going to be 100% comfortable with the interrogation (*coughtorturecough*) scenes, but now that the Mark of Cain is amplifying Dean’s actions, I’m even less comfortable with them

CROWLEY’S IN CLEVELAND?!?! …that’s not a real hotel here. (So after some research, looks like it’s modeled after a hotel that used to be here? Or is under a different name here and is super haunted apparently?? Because I needed to make sure before I posted this)

“Nobody in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture you’ll be tortured with” real dialogue from Crowley

Oh…that guy from the first five minutes was Crowley’s son. Ooooo, ok. I take it back. Abaddon can have a scene where she’s doing the torturing, as a treat

Omg. Forget playing whatever music for a Victorian orphan. Just be the king of hell, have your son from 200-some years ago get brought to 2015 or some shit and tell him you traded your soul for three extra inches of dick. It’s even better

Ok…I THOUGHT they left him fine…good to have that confirmation (I’ve been drinking wine so it…was a possibility i missed something)

Oh!! We get (possibly) our first mention of Rowena, Crowley’s mom!!

WHAT HAPPENS TO THE SHIP, CROWLEY??

The way Cas sees some of himself in Gadreel is kinda cool

Uh oh boyyyyyyys, you got a hellhound on your tail?? Omg the way Crowley effortlessly controls it, but like…why was it there in the first place?

Idk I think Sam should take the blade. Like the few moments a different Sam had the One Ring. What if we get a “I can’t carry it but I can carry you” moment for these two??

Wait. Is Crowley’s son’s name actually Kevin? That makes all his torture of Kevin Tran even more SO SICK AND TWISTEEEEEEED. SICK AND TWISTED.

Also, who’s gonna tell this guy he’s already IN and actually PAST “the colonies”

Oh hell yeah!! I love that Abaddon pulled the “devils trap bullet” trick on Crowley while waiting for the Winchesters (I will be so sad to see her go and for however the boys take her out…)

I may not go downtown a whole lot but this…does not look like Cleveland

…but the power of the One Ring First Blade cannot be denied

Please tell me he’s—he’s gonna Jedi mind trick the Blade into his hand.

Please don’t show her too much…I know the First Blade is corrupting Dean but he didn’t need to stab her that much. So thankfully they didn’t linger on the wounds. RIP Abaddon 😭😭😭 you will be sorely missed by me

GAVIN MAKES WAY MORE SENSE FOR AN OLDE TIMEY NAME!!!! But it did sound a LOT like Kevin

Jesus, Deeeeeean. You’re allowed to go it alone but Sam always needs your help and intervention?? The way you’re saying this like y’all could afford to NOT close the gates of hell…I’m usually a Dean apologist, but Sam is in the right here.

Well, now you’re just being an ass by not allowing the blade out of your sight…

[earthstellar]

This is so good. This is my exact favourite shit, right here!!!

Oh god, just wait until one of the kids needs their tonsils, wisdom teeth, or appendix removed.

Like, oh shit

Jack has to get his wisdom teeth pulled and ends up getting sedated for it, his mom brings him back to base so that everyone else can keep an eye on him because she has to go back to work

And Ratchet is just like wait, wait, why is he so heavily sedated?? Is the procedure serious enough to warrant-- OPTIMUS, CONTACT HIS MOTHER IMMEDIATELY, JACKSON IS LEAKING THE HUMAN "BLOOD" FROM HIS MOUTH, IT IS A VITAL FLUID

Miko is like, trying to help swap out the gauze in Jack's mouth because she's less grossed out by all the spit and blood, meanwhile Raf is desperately trying to explain how wisdom teeth removal works to a bunch of increasingly alarmed bots

Arcee instantly becomes ferally protective and is enraged that she can't help Jack, she's just pacing back and forth in between keeping the closest eye possible on all the bloody gauze Miko is trying to replace while wearing disposable gloves that are too big for her hands (they're adult sized ones June left behind as part of Jack's recovery care kit that she left with them) so it's a mess

All the bots are horrified, Ratchet is equally as stressed out as Arcee is, meanwhile Jack is still out of it so he's saying shit like "optimus my mom has a crush on you. don't tell her I told you, also don't touch my mom. PROMISE. promise you won't. no touching. show me your HANDS"

and Optimus just turns to Ratchet like "ah, this is the temporary delirium humans seem to experience following certain medical interventions. I believe we have seen similar behaviour in Agent Fowler on multiple similar occasions."

but Ratchet is too busy grilling Raf and sending approximately one hundred text messages to June simultaneously. "how much blood loss is typically expected post-procedure? does volume need to be monitored? MISS DARBY PLEASE RESPOND, MIKO DON'T THROW ANYTHING AWAY I DON'T KNOW IF WE NEED THAT"

Miko's like "Bulk!!! Look at all this icky gauze!! It looks like an album cover!!!" and Bulkhead is just like MIKO NO

Jack eventually just falls asleep with his head rolled back over the sofa and Arcee is Extremely Distressed because she briefly thinks he died and this causes a fucking panic, Ratchet may or may not have instinctively set off his own sirens in a deep seated urge to Get The Boy to The Hospital Now (he then decides to just scan Jack for basic vitals every ten minutes, just to be extra sure he's OK)

by the time June gets off shift and shows up at the base, Ratchet is holding Raf in his hand like a small comfort animal over by his terminal helping him look up Oxford Clinical Handbooks for ENT/dental surgery and every bot aside from Optimus is visibly anxious and exhausted

June is like "thank you for looking after him, I hope he didn't embarrass himself too badly" and Arcee just gives her this haggard look, LMAO.

Ratchet is so tired that he immediately hands her a long list of medical textbooks that he wants provided to him as soon as possible, Fowler already approved a budget for medical resources, don't ever do this to us again, humans are too delicate to survive and your species fundamentally should not exist, I am discharging Jackson back into your care

Optimus walks up to her and just honestly says "Jackson is thankfully doing well as far as we are able to determine, although our lack of experience with human medical needs resulted in some temporary confusion at times. However, he spoke of you having a 'crush' on me. I do not believe crushing me is possible due to our difference in stature and weight; Have I done anything to warrant feelings of aggression? He expressed some concern that I may physically engage you in some manner. I assure you, we will continue to defend the children's lives with our own, and I intend no harm towards you or any native lifeforms."

and June has to explain what a crush is and it is Rough

total chaos, the only person who had some kind of fun was Miko because Blood is Cool, and maybe Raf because riding in Ratchet's palm is kinda fun even if it's also kinda scary

I love thinking about this kind of shit LMAO

Human biology vs. Cybertronian functions.

[natewriteslol]

May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?

(twst boiz }:‑))

Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.

Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".

A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!

MC goes by they/them pronouns :)

Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt

Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.

However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.

“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.

“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.

Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.

“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.

“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.

“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.

Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.

“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,

‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.

“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.

And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.

I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.

~

It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.

“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.

The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.

What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.

They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.

“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.

Rook:

-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~

-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him

-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time

-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it

-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?

-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique

-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition

-Rook I love you but what are you planning-

Sebek:

-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on

-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”

-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”

-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?

-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)

-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength

-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat

-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)

-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them

-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff

-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”

-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”

Idia:

-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!

-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush

-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans

-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him

-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-

-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg

-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering

-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats

-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched

-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing

Jack:

-Jack definitely did not see this coming

-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body

-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill

-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports

-Has alot more respect for you

-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up

-”Jack pls no”

-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”

-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?

Azul:

-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part

-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-

-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless

-Azul is so caught off guard

-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on

-”Boss you’re so red!”

-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!

-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!

-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?

-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)

-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)

[roniscloud]

lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i.  the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up. 

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours. 

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger. 

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty. 

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning. 

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time. 

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

[camp-counselor-life]

I had a camper this summer who ended up leaving early due to homesickness and even though I was only her junior counselor I still wish there was more I could of done for her. Any advice about dealing with a homesick camper for summer 2023?

While sad, sometimes going home really is the best thing for a camper. There's a space at camp for every child, but not at every camp and not at every time. She can get older and try again, and that's ok. You did your best and that is enough.

For homesickness, I actually have a whole tag of homesickness stories, tips, and tricks. This is my masterpost and then there's more in the tag. The tips and tricks from that post are:

Just as there are lots of different ways [to be homesick] to deal with homesickness. And each camper is different, so you may have to try multiple approaches.

Let them talk. Just letting a child say what’s on their mind, uninterrupted, is a great way to cure many problems. It works pretty well for upset adults too.

Camp appropriate hugs, if they want one.

Writing. Maybe it’s journaling, maybe it’s writing a letter home.

Become a master of distraction. A lot of kids could use a distraction from their homesickness. Doing activities as you are able to is a great way to engage and distract kids. Ideas might be friendship bracelets, crafts, simple science experiments, or a game.

Look out for them. Check in with them in a way that doesn’t make them feel like they’re being singled out. 

Focus on the positive. Ask them to reflect on their favorite parts of camp so far.

Focus on the future. Tell them all about the cool and fun things that you’re going to do that week (or however long) at camp.

Ask your director/ACD to call the parents and ask if they have any suggestions. Also ask your director/ACD/supervisor/people with more experience than you for suggestions when you’ve run out of things to try.

A couple of other notes:

With writing, focus on positives. And if you say you'll mail it/email it, you actually have to - don't lie about it.

Actually focus on the positive with everything. It's all about what exciting things they get to do tomorrow, the friends they'll make, the fun they'll have.

Sometimes it is ok to let the kids call home when they are truly struggling. It serves a couple of purposes: one it's a pep talk and two it gives the parent the opportunity to make an informed decision about their camper staying at camp. This should be a later intervention, when other things haven't worked.

Tap into the wisdom of older staffers and admin staff. Also tap into them when you need to tap out, because we all get overwhelmed by emotions sometimes.

Make sure that you dealing with homesickness, or the camper's homesickness itself, isn't negatively effecting other campers. This might mean appropriate separation from the group (following your camp's staff:camper ratio) until they calm down, so that they don't "infect" the other campers.

Best of luck next summer!

[meeko-mar]

I'm seeing all of the hot takes that 319 Bakugou is just being a bully, wants to beat up Izuku and now...hold on... trying to get 1-A into bullying/beating him up too.

like

what

the fuck is this analysis.

I can't... How is that the read ppl are getting from this.

This is a whole-ass Intervention that Deku desperately needs. He is a flight risk. He does not, and has not responded to his mentors telling him to slow down.

I'm sorry, but did you expect them to really come in here and be like

"Ok, izuku, we're so glad we found you! it's time to come home now," uwu

and him actually respond to that??

NO, He's gonna bolt. He's gonna struggle. even if he's exhausted, he's not gonna want to come because he doesn't want anyone hurt. He's gonna FIGHT BACK, because he's CONVINCED himself that he needs to work alone. He is so far gone down this path.

This is an INTERVENTION.

And sometimes, you have to be forceful to pull your best friend out of the PIT that they are stuck in. It's LITERALLY FOR THEIR OWN GOOD.

There is a difference between THAT and BULLYING someone.

Oh, he's being mean? He's Mocking Izuku in 319? He's ANGRY?

OF COURSE HES ANGRY.

He's angry because he's SCARED. He KNOWS he has to get through to Izuku before it's too damn late. He's so scared of losing Izuku, and Izuku left him with a fucking NOTE to throw himself down the same path that All Might did(but much much worse). And he HATES that decision and openly fucking disputes it here. (his attitude of "Hows it working out, for you, Great Inheritor of OFA" or whatever he says)

(Translations are of course pending, but I really think that he's mocking Izuku's decision more than Izuku himself. He's mocking this so called "blessed power" of OFA. He is mocking this singular path that ALL MIGHT has forged and that Izuku is crashing through with no regard to his own self. I don't think he's trying to tear down Izuku as a person; I think he is openly, vehemently, VISCERALLY opposed to what OFA is doing to him, and the choices that Izuku is making about it that are putting him in very real mortal danger.)

He's scared, so he's angry, and he talks like a fucking gremlin, even on a good day. Is it perfect? NO. But no one is saying that Bakugou IS FUCKING PERFECT. He's rude. he's obnoxious. He lashes out. He has trouble expressing himself verbally and prefers actions instead. He is imperfect. He is flawed, and has a checkered past. We fucking know already.

If you don't wanna like Bk that's fine and valid, but don't get it skewed:

HE IS NOT OUT TO GET DEKU, HE IS NOT OUT HERE TO FIND NEW AND CREATIVE WAYS TO BULLY DEKU. And he sure the fuck is NOT RALLYING 1-A TO BULLY DEKU, EITHER. Where tf is that even coming from.

He is trying to fucking SAVE IZUKU before they all fucking LOSE HIM.

And in fact, he DEEPLY CARES about Izuku. I'm not arguing, that is not opinion, that is CANON.

They aren't going to be able to coddle Deku to get this resolved, to save him. It is a fucking intervention and it may get a little messy. But they have to pull him back from the brink of his own destruction. That's not bullying. Katsuki's not doing this to have a good little laugh at beating Izuku up.

He's doing it because he fucking CARES ABOUT HIM. Like the entire class does.

[binders-and-beanies]

I don’t hear ppl talk much about balding on T so. Just some info on my personal experience

Ok so it’s genetic in the sense that if the men on your mom’s side of the family are bald, you’re more likely to go bald regardless of whether you take testosterone or naturally produce it. So it’s not that the medication itself necessarily makes you go bald, you just have the same risk as a cis man in your family with the same amount of testosterone.

And I also want people to know it’s not something that’s likely to happen very soon after you start (although everyone is different). So you don’t need to be scared that all your hair is going to fall out within a year or anything but also don’t be spreading implied misinformation like “I’ve been on it for 1-2 years and haven’t lost my hair so it’s fine” bc it can still come for ya.

It started for me around 6 years on T, I’m currently 7 years and almost 25 years old and I have like, not male pattern baldness but *significantly* less hair than I did. I used to be that person who would always have hairdressers say “I would kill for hair this thick” and it stayed that way for years after starting T, so I thought I’d be fine until my 40s. But very suddenly my hairline receded to the point I get told I have a five-head, and you can see my scalp on the top of my head. (Yes I’ve tried everything other than like, medical intervention so I can’t rly speak on that.) (Stress could contribute but I’m also significantly less stressed than I’ve ever been.)

Everyone will react to this differently, like in my case for example I’m scared of losing more hair because I feel it conflicts with my androgynous gender expression. I feel the need to prepare myself to be a “bald queen” or get tattoos on my head or find some way to be confident without much hair in the next few years. As far as the current emotional impact, it makes me feel kinda insecure since a lot of my friends are trans men either pre-T or less than 2 years on T with beautiful thick heads of hair.

People close to me are cool about it but in general I’m treated differently bc of my hair, and it sucks because I feel too young for it. Yes there are cis men my age who are balding but it’s just strange as a trans man because you’re treated as younger than you are, until you start balding. People were infantilizing me, and now I’m viewed as a creepy old guy, and there was like no in between. I *just* got comfortable in my level of transition and now I have this obstacle in my confidence.

But don’t get me wrong it’s been sooo so worth it, I remember saying at the start of my transition that I’d rather be perceived as a bald man than a woman. Gender is an innate part of my identity and I needed my medication to live a comfortable life, whereas my hair is just something that helps me feel good and express myself. I absolutely regret nothing but I want people to have a bit more informed consent about what they may experience depending on genetics.

[sips-tea-cutely]

*slides in* May I request some Oumaede headcanons? 👀 {Amumu Anon}

Ouma x Akamatsu

a/n: bet, i fucking love oumaede (pssst ibuki is a kaede kinnie and im a kokichi kinnie)

#Kokichi Ouma & Kaede Akamatsu

perfect balance! kokichis asking kaede what would happen if he maybe, microwaved a charger and kaede would be there to stop him from doing said stupid thing and instead distracting him with something else to do

also!! kaede would somewhat defend kokichi from everyone else. something like if miu was being a potty mouth to kokichi again (followed by lots and lots of crocodile tears), kaede would back kokichi up and telling her to stop picking on him

kokichi would probably (ie: definitely) ask kaede to buy him little trinkets he found super cool like a claw machine with a bunch of inside out octopi and then he’d be pouty because he didn’t get it </33

i feel like they’d barely have fights unless you include tiny spats when kaede got upset after kokichi dumped water on her outfit.

the only serious fight they’d have is if kokichi went too far in an tease but then again, it’d be resolved in a week or two when kokichi distracts kaede from the fight with another dumb thing he’s about to do

kokichi pretends to be rich </333. he says things like “lemme spoil you” and then shows off a cup noodle he was able to make without causing a fire

SHUICHI THIRD WHEELS. there’s kokichi squishing kaede’s cheeks. kaede’s obviously blushing and theres shuichi just sitting there, VERY anxiously. he thinks theyre cute but doesn’t even know why hes with them on THEIR date

even though their relationship is very lighthearted and is basically just an eternal puppy love, there are still times where all the emotions kokichi has been holding in burst like a dam gone wild. during this time he usually wants to be alone, maybe in his dorm but he wouldn’t be against kaede bringing him the meals kirumi prepared for him and spending the night with him. nothing sexual or anything, just cuddling (kaede’s the big spoon!!!)

kokichi often stays up at night (because of all the panta he drinks during the daytime, sugar is running in his veins) he sometimes gets random ideas and texts them to kaede even though he knows she’s asleep and wont respond. (kaede wakes up and checks their chat first thing in the morning <333)

kokichi hates surprise gifts tbh. if the cast decided to throw kokichi a surprise birthday, he’d DEMAND kaede show him what his gift is. he’d even go with the “if you really loved me, you’d tell me :(“

speaking of birthdays, HES A HYPOCRITE. he’d beg to know what his gift was (ok maybe not beg but try to compel her into telling) but when it’s her birthday, hes not saying a goddamn word 😞😞😞

overall very puppy love, a little bumpy things they need to talk about (kaede’s too kind for her own good, kokichi needs a lying intervention) but it’s nothing they cant work out together ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Oooo tell us more about Pup!

Ooooo thanks for asking. I have a lot on him so this is a pretty long post. I hope you enjoy it though, he’s one of my fave OC clones.

———

When he was a cadet, he was very talkative. He loved interacting with everyone he could. In fact he was nicknamed Natter. But the Trainers and Kaminoans felt his personality wasn’t suited to being a soldier.

The Kaminoans reconditioned him (though something went wrong during the process and screwed up some of his memories as well as being far more of a change than they’d planned) and ever since he’s been shy and quiet, he’ll hunch his shoulders and make himself small and keep to the shadows and out of the way. He can get anxious in a loud room with too many people or when he’s singled out for being different.

He kept his bookish want to learn everything personality, but went from being talkative and wanting to tell people to being isolated and keeping it to himself.

He’s still a very skilled shot and fighter and passed all his tests, but he was very isolated and would far rather sit and read than spend time hanging out with his vode. It was a complete 180 and not much more desirable than Natter had been. Of course he didn’t remember being Natter, and he was placed with a different squad. He had a lot of issues on Kamino, never fitting in. He was always a little lonely and never felt like he fit in.

Not only is he shy, but he’s also 2 inches shorter than the rest of the clones. They don’t know why, but he’s closer to Fett’s height than a normal clone’s. Fix will later theorise it had something to do with the decommissioning gone wrong, the mix of chemicals and the issues they had with it, but at the end of the day it was a miracle that he managed to get through Kamino without being decommissioned.

All of these things are reasons he was sent off to the Guard, but it was better than being decommissioned, which would have been the other option, Jedi intervention or not. (You think the Kaminoans really stopped after the Jedi showed up).

When he first showed up he was assigned to be a Senatorial Guard, but within a week he was reassigned to the ARF unit.

He’d been on shift and he’d been singled out for being small, including jokes by the Senator talking about sending him back to Kamino because clearly he wasn’t done growing yet, and as soon as he’d been able to get off shift he’d found a supply cupboard and shut himself in and curled up behind the items in there to cry.

Hound had been walking past with Grizzer and Grizzer had stopped by the door and started pawing at it. Hound of course investigated and met a shiny having a panic attack. He helped him through it and sat with him and made sure he was ok and knew he was safe and that his brothers wouldn’t let him be sent away for his defects.

Grizzer curled up on his lap and he kept himself calm by scratching behind his ear. Hound asked if he’d be more comfortable with the mastiffs and being a part of the ARF and that was that.

His siblings had never put him in harms way before, and a few even tried to cover for him, but he’d never fit in and they’d never gone out of their way to help before. So he latched onto Hound.

Within a month most of the Vode had nicknamed him Hounds little shadow. He’s always a few steps behind him.

Hound trusts him with everything, including his plans to help his vode. Pup is the last person anyone would expect to be a part of anything like that. The library card and access to reading resources was for him more than anyone else.

Whenever Pup finds something that catches his interests, he’ll learn everything he can about it. That’s nothing new, but since his reconditioning he’d keep it all to himself. He didn’t even remember Natter, but he knew the holes in his personality and shaking hand and problems he had came from having been too talkative. Hound is always willing to listen no matter how random it may be and proves himself that it’s safe for Pup to talk. That nothing will happen to him if he does.

It’s actually helped Hound with cases or saved his life more than once. He never thought he’d need to know the difference between yellow tipped giant butterflies and yellow point hawk moths but it saved Hound and a dozen civilians. He gave Pup the biggest hug and a bag of chocolates in thanks.

Pup loves the Mastiffs. The first time Hound ever saw him smile properly was with them, and for too long it was the only time they’d see him laugh or talk. That he’d talk to the mastiffs about everything, conversations his vode were horribly upset to realise he’d never have with them. Hound had noticed, but the others also brought it to his attention. They worried about him, but Hound assured them he’d open up in time if he wanted, and that if they proved they’d listen, he’d start to talk. There were more important things than conversations anyway, and making sure every member of the CG feels safe and comfortable at the very least with each other is a large part of that.

Pup got his name, as previously stated here, after a group of rowdy drunk GAR soldiers made a scene on shore leave. Hound and Pup were on patrol and stepped in. The other clones started mocking them for being paper pushers and spending all their time playing with the doggies and one of them recognised Hound.

They all started making jokes about Hound and his new little pup, mocking his size and the way they stood with Hound slightly between him and them in case they proved a threat. In the end Hound and Pup arrested all five of them, (two taken down by Hound, 2 by Pup and 1 by Grizzer) and they were all thrown in the drunk tank.

While filling out the paperwork Hound called him vod’ika and he relied with Pup.

Hound just smiled and offered a hug.

Pup went back to that supply room for panic attacks or just to be alone and think more than once after that first time, but was more and more willing to call Hound for help. Eventually Hound cleared it out and added other things so he could go there if he needed seclusion without the chance of someone accidentally walking in looking for the supplies.

The Guard is very isolated from the rest of the GAR, but they try to make sure no one ever feels isolated within it. Finding out that Pup had felt that way upset them, but they understood it and understood that sometimes Pup wanted to take some time for himself.

There’s a difference between isolated and taking some time for yourself.

They’re all fine with Pup being on his own when he wants to be, but they want to make sure he never ever feels isolated or alone. That he always knows his siblings are there for him. He slowly started opening up to them too, and he still keeps to himself, but he’s not lonely anymore. He has people to go to and talk to if he wants to now.

It wasn’t long after he got his name that he started to help vode after nightmares. He couldn’t sleep and had been reading when one of his vode had woken with a cry. He’d remembered what Hound always did to Gelo people, and did the same. He’s not sure when it stopped being him going to help and started being their coming to him, but he doesn’t complain. He didn’t want to.

He loves helping them because it’s right and because they accept him and love him. He’s never lonely anymore.

Pup, as I said, is 2 inches shorter than normal clones. His eyes are the typical amber and he kept his hair regulation cut at first, but started to grow it out so it could be longer and curly once he settled into the Guard. He’s wanted to dye it more than once but can never decide on a good colour and as far as the rest of the vode know (except Inky) he has no tattoos. Inky did one on his inner ankle of a mastiff pup. He has a lot of scars, many from trainers on Kamino for growing slowly or hesitating of anything he did wrong. He has scars he doesn’t remember earning he thinks Natter earned. He also has a few from the Guard including missing a chunk of his ear and a scar on his lip. He also has some scary ones on his neck he refuses to tell anyone about. He’s missing two fingers on his right hand, the pinky and ring, but he found a way to pad the glove in his armour so as long as he’s wearing gloves no one ever knows. His medical file states he lost them in a training accident, that’s all he’d tell Fix anyway. (Fix knows he came from a Senators office and not the training yard, but he doesn’t push. Pup isn’t the first to lie about an injury dealt by a Senator who hates the clones, he won’t be the last.)

His favourite colour is the CG red, he painted little paw prints on his armour along with the typical cog and gear designs and his helmet has similar grey and red markings to Hounds but the red and grey are in opposite places. In an act of defiance he painted the two missing fingers on his gloves red too, the rest of the gloves are black.

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So anyway, that’s Pup. He’s one of my fave OCs and deserves love. :-).

Thanks for asking. I love talking about this AU and my characters within it.

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.