#saying everything that happened was purgatory is like missing the point

[otogariado]

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also it wasn't entirely purgatory. fuck you fight me.

[svtskneecaps]

thank you for bearing with my purgatory posting and i'm also glad to see i'm not the only one who still has this fungus eating away at my brain matter. seeing other purgatory posting in the tag makes me feel better lmfao.

i'm not done btw, posting will (probably) continue as i revisit vods. wanted to extend a thanks in the interim, since i know how contentious the event was in the moment. i kinda thought the general consensus was most people hated thinking about it, but there's been a weird amount of engagement and yknow other people talking. makes me happy to know i'm not alone here!

[koolades-world]

Ok so this is on the angsty side, you can write this how you generally want but I do hope you keep the concept the same, you can add less angst if you want

Ok so

A replaced AU where MC is pretty much discarded by the brothers so they can pay more attention to the new exchange student. It starts off slowly at first, them saying they want to make sure RN(replacement name) knows their way around and that they’re new so they want to make them feel welcomed, but then it starts becoming where they stop hanging out with MC in general. They stop inviting them out, they forget to tell them food is ready or that they ordered food(they don’t even get them food either). MC just feels very forgotten

Ok so for the actual request now lol

Can you do pretty much this concept for a fic with MC who got attacked and really badly injured by another demon, was found by either Solomon or Simeon, and after they contacted Diavolo(and got MC bandaged and cleaned up) they all collectively decided(Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and even Luke) that they wouldn’t tell the brothers what happened. They wouldn’t even have MC go back to HOL, they let them stay at purgatory hall and would have Barbatos keep an eye on them when they were in RAD. They’ll wait to see how long it takes them to notice their absence. And months pass. Months of MC slowly healing from her trauma of being attacked and slowly learning how to be a basic human again. None of the brothers realize MC is even gone. They only notice once one of them need something from them and they ask if anyone has seen them. When they go to Diavolo to ask, he immediately reprimands and yells at them for not noticing the fact that they were gone for MONTHS. He asks where they were when MC was attacked and bleeding out on the floor and where they were when they were healing from that attack

They now all feel like shit and they just get the exact same reaction from Solomon and Simeon when they try and call them too. Everytime they see MC in public, they always have someone by their side, always ready to keep them away from them. When they do see MC from far away, they see how small they look, how they’re constantly looking around and flinching at any sudden movement or loud sound. They feel even worse by the day. They were all also blocked on MC’s DDD so they can’t even try and talk through messages or calls. They need to slowly regain their trust, if they even regain it at all.

Yeah that got a little angsty lol

Again you don’t have to make it as angsty as I described, you can make it as angsty as you want(I would love a good cry though lol)

Please please please and thank you! Take your time with this one if you need

this request vanished on me a couple times now so I grabbed it as soon as I saw it again! curse tumblr and whatever it’s on. really hope they get around to fixing that because it is so scary and nerve wracking to have something disappear on you like that

i can only assume the second ask was also you haha it was quite fun to read and really get into the idea you created :) i decided to use Rn for the replacement mc, like how I used Mc as a name, since i liked it so much

alright enough about that, i love my angst and it feels like you almost knew it haha. you asked and i will deliver! i veered off the idea a little, but i hope you enjoy :)

enjoy <3

bygone

It was hard being second best at anything. Constantly being passed over and just missing the mark of being best. It hurt, knowing you were so close yet so far from number one. But what you were to the brothers now was far worse than second best; forgotten.

You don't know when this all had started, and initially, you'd been forgiving, because the treatment Rn was getting was the treatment you wished you'd had when you arrived in the Devildom. You wouldn't want to wish a negative experience upon them, since you were in their shoes at one point. And yet after everything, you couldn't find a reason to blame them for anything.

It wasn't their fault they were in the Devildom. It wasn't their fault they were more likable than you. And it wasn't their fault you were attacked.

It was particularly gloomy that day, and it was so windy you almost got swept away a couple times. But the brothers didn't care and you knew it. Your Purgatory Hall friends were all busy at clubs, and while they'd offered a quiet corner for you to do your work in so they could walk you home, you refused. You didn't want to bother then even though you knew they didn't mind.

You thought the walk home would've been uneventful, like it usually was. You were right, and you made it home safely, until you realized you'd left an important textbook in your locker. You made it successfully back to RAD, and were in front of your locker trying to open it when you were slammed from behind into it. You must've hit your head, because everything after that was hazy and you struggled to recall what happened, or who attacked you. The next thing you remembered was Simeon hovering over you, looking more distressed than you'd ever seen him.

The morning after, you woke up with a pounding headache you thought was due to your morning alarm. You'd reached over to turn it off, but before you could, Luke rushed in the room and began scolding you for trying to get up. As he talked at you, his words went in one ear and out the other. The other members of Purgatory Hall, as well as Barbatos entered the room at some point. They all looked strained or disturbed in a way. When you asked what had happened, Solomon was the one to break the news to you. You didn't know quite how to feel, but you knew at the very least that you were finally in good hands.

After this, the four of them sat in the room with you, and just chatted with you. It was nice to feel welcome in such a casual space again. At some point, you realized you weren't at home, and were instead at Purgatory Hall. That was when they revealed their plan to just not tell the brothers, and that you were more than welcome to live with your friends at Purgatory Hall instead. You felt a weak smile form on your face. It was good to be wanted again.

As time passed by, you grew physically better thanks to the attentive care of your new housemates, but the same couldn't be said emotionally. In the comfort of home, you felt safe, especially surrounded by your wonderful support system. At first, you couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house, and the first time you saw one of the brothers again was a major setback, but you did what you could. Those around you gave you all the time you needed to heal, and you let them know you were finally ready to try and take that next step again.

Barbatos and Diavolo had invited the residents of Purgatory Hall over for a nice little tea party, which you were proud to say you were now included in. They’d told you to get dressed up to spend a nice afternoon with them and enjoy yourself. It was something to look forward to, so the night before, you laid out an outfit. The next morning, you woke up feeling excited for once. Your new support system seemed determined to make this the best day possible, and despite asking them not to jump through hoops for you, they went to whatever lengths possible just to see you smile.

You felt possible the happiest you’d ever been since before Rn arrived when you got to the castle. All the little D’s welcomed you enthusiastically and ushered the four of you into the castle. Diavolo was already seated, but got up as soon as you walked into the room. He greeted you with a hug and soon, the five of you were happily talking. Barbatos joined you at some point, and knowing you would insist he relax, he sat down with the promise to get up if you needed anything.

It was supposed to be perfect.

You were enjoying your second cup of tea when there was a frantic knock at the door. It was distant, but you could all hear the panic behind it. Barbatos was the first to get up and he announced he would check it out. The five of you glanced around at each other, but continued as normal. A couple minutes went by, and a little D flew into the room and pleaded with Diavolo for help. This alarmed all of you, but Diavolo had you sit back down while he went to go assist Barbatos. Solomon and Simeon exchanged glances, but did as he asked.

You began to hear yelling, and the door Diavolo had just left through burst open. An awfully familiar pair of blue eyes locked onto you. "Mc!" Mammon called out. You froze, not sure how to react. Solomon stood up, pushing his chair back and letting it scrape against the ground.

Before anyone could speak, Diavolo pushed past Mammon and stood directly in front of him, arms crossed. "I didn't give you permission to enter my home." You'd never seen Diavolo more serious. Mammon was hidden from view now, thankfully, but that couldn't stop the sound of his voice reaching your ears.

"You lied to us. Mc is here." Mammon's tone was so sharp, it nearly cut the tension in the room.

"Why would you do that? We miss them." Levi sounded more angry than you'd ever heard him. The noise of his tails thrashing angrily about against the marble floors echoed through the hall.

"Oh really? You miss them, you say? Did you miss them when they were alone because of your actions? Did you miss them when they were bleeding out in the halls of RAD? Did you miss them in the months of recovery? You were so consumed with Rn that you failed to notice the absence of the very person that solved many of your problems and brought your family back together." Diavolo had shifted into his demon form in the middle of his rant. You could feel the waves of anger peeling off of him, and you knew sure as hell that the brothers could feel it too.

The room was filled with silence again. Solomon moved to stand next to the future king. "You should go now." His voice was soft, but firm.

"I'll see them out." Barbatos was behind the brothers somewhere. They left without much resistance after they got a glimpse at your face. During the entire interaction, you felt silent tears streaming down your face. Luke leant over and tried to offer you a handkerchief with his name embroidered on the corner. When you didn't move to take it, he dabbed the tears from your face for you and embraced you tightly.

"I'm sorry about them, Mc." Diavolo walked back over to you and stood behind you.

"It's alright." You hugged Luke back. Diavolo joined in, causing Solomon and Simeon to as well. "I have you guys, don't I?"

[greyyson-but-no]

ohhh eggos. huevos. ovos. what a fucking journey its been, that's for sure. from the first day we met you, you won our hearts over. silly little admins playing silly little children eggs that caused just as much mischief as their parents (nearly). let's not forget that philza nearly got dapper instead of chayanne, that would have been a completely different outcome, for sure.

it's really sad that people like cellbit and felps never got to say goodbye to richas. or that missa never got to say goodbye to chay and llulah. or that roier and mariana never got to see pepito again. and it's really fucking sad that this all happened after we (aka me) thought everything was getting better. oh how wrong I was.

though, I am glad that the admins got to leave on their own accord. that they said, hey, this has been great but its time to leave. and while it is sad, let's be happy for them as look forward to the future of qsmp (I say with tears streaming from my eyes lmao)

in honour of the egg event ending, here's a couple of my favourite moments. (most of these will be chay and tallulah since I main phil):

chayanne and phil showing llulah rose's sanctuary

richas, pomme and philza planning to go rescue cellbit and baghera from purgatory

chayanne and missa getting robbed and held at gunpoint by ratackity

every time cellbit gave lullah a flower when they greeted each other (underrated duo for sure, there's so much behind them)

just in general, those times cellbit took care of lullah and chayanne when phil was away

philza seeing code!chay and code!llulah and immediately knowing it wasn't actually them (we love a good father)

phil officially adopting lullah (both times)

slimecicle meeting sunny for the first time and somehow still managing to misclick

misclickduo and juanaflippa in general

all of the dead eggs actually, juana, trump, tilin and bobby chingon!!

bagi screaming at the purgatory!worker when em lost a life during the post-purgatory fights with morning crew

niki and chayanne speaking german together!

every single death family moment, no matter the context, they really were the perfect family, and I will miss them with everything I have

it's very late for me now, so I'm going to end this here, but I don't think this is the end of qsmp. I don't think this is the end of the ccs shenanigans, or hardcore!philza lore he'll bring over, or bbh!demon lore. I don't think it's the end of events or anything like that.

now, more than ever, we need trust. just because the beloved ovos are gone, doesn't mean qsmp ends. we need to understand that wasn't the point of the server, and though it may have become that, now it will revert back to its original purpose: uniting languages and people from different countries. it will continue. just without the eggs. we'll miss you eggos, and

thank you admins for everything you did. it couldn't have been the same without you all o/

[misc-obeyme]

Simeon's Invitation

I'm on a roll lately, so here's another installment of the daily chat scene series. Satan is next.

Okay, this takes place in or after OG season 4 so there are Simeon related spoilers. I think most people know what happened to him by now, but just in case, please be aware.

I love Simeon, he doesn't get enough attention, and what they did to him in season four filled me with inexplicable rage. Er that is to say it gives me a lot to work with when it comes to his relationship with MC lol.

GN!MC x Simeon

Warnings: SPOILERS for OG Season 4, but otherwise nothing because fluff is my thing.

SIMEON MC, if I recall correctly, today is your turn to collect everyone's notebooks in class. Carrying them all to the staffroom all by your lonesome can't be easy. Would you like me to help?

MC I can handle it.

SIMEON Are you sure? I'd like to help, you know. Even if it's just a little. Can I make a request as well? I'd like to walk you part of the way home. So, let's leave together once the notebooks are safely delivered to the staffroom. Promise?

Despite the fact that you had initially told Simeon you could handle bringing the notebooks to the staffroom, you let him help you out anyway. It had been clear from his message that he wanted to and really, you didn't mind the company. You could certainly do it on your own, but why not indulge him and yourself a little, too?

Now you walked down the hallway of RAD, a stack of notebooks in your arms. Simeon walked beside you with the other half of the notebooks stacked in his. You had to admit it was easier to carry them this way.

When you reached the staffroom door, Simeon expertly balanced his stack in a way that allowed him to open it without dropping everything. He did this with a school bag also slung over his shoulder and you were truly impressed.

"After you," he said.

"Thanks," you said with a little laugh, going inside the room.

Simeon set his pile down on the table, then turned to you and took your pile from your arms. He set his arms against yours in order to allow you to transfer them, standing close but not too close, a soft smile on his face. As soon as the notebooks were in his keeping, Simeon pulled away, turning to place them on the table next to the others.

Simeon turned back to you, brushing back a stray strand of his soft hair. "There," he said. "Isn't it better to have someone help out? Now I can walk you home, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind," you said. "I promised, didn't I?"

When Simeon had texted you that single "Promise?" you had responded almost instantly with your own "Promise." Mostly because you couldn't imagine saying no to him. You didn't really want to anyway.

"Let's go then," Simeon said, leading the way out of the room and down the hall.

The day outside was calm. No stormy weather, but no sunshine, either. Just the usual Devildom darkness. But there always seemed to be a subtle glow around Simeon that followed him wherever he went, even after he was no longer technically an angel. So you didn't feel like you were in complete darkness.

You weren't sure why he wanted to walk you part of the way home. It was something the two of you had done before. At a certain point in the road, the way to Purgatory Hall split off from the way to the House of Lamentation, so that was where you always parted. It wasn't as though this walk was very far, but maybe he just wanted to be with you, even for a short time?

For a little while, you and Simeon walked together in a comfortable silence, occasionally brushing against each other as you made your way down the street.

Eventually, though, you had to ask, "So why did you want to walk me home?"

"Hmm?" Simeon looked over at you. "Oh, can't I just want to be with you?"

You bumped into him slightly. "Sure, but you made me promise and everything. So I thought there must be another reason."

Simeon's smile was as serene as it usually was, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes. "I just didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to be with you."

You gave him a suspicious look, but you didn't question him further. Instead, you began talking about recent school events. Simeon told you all about Luke's latest pastry creation. You talked a little about Lucifer doing too much paperwork again.

By the time you had reached the split in the road that meant you had to part, you hadn't even realized how long it had been that you'd been in conversation with him. You felt a little stab of disappointment at the thought of leaving him, but you knew you had to go home. And likely Simeon had things to do as well.

"Hang on, MC," Simeon said as you were about to say goodbye. "You were right. There was a reason I wanted to walk home with you today. Will you come with me just a little further?"

You threw up your hands. "I knew it. All right, lead on!"

Simeon smiled and took your hand, pulling you off the road and into a small group of trees. You were a little confused, but you let him lead the way.

When he stopped, you found yourself standing on the edge of a little pond. It was lined with brightly luminescent blooming flowers in blues, purples, and yellows. You could see the shiny silver of fish swimming just beneath the surface.

You looked around with wide eyes because the little pond was so beautiful. You turned to Simeon. "I had no idea this was back here," you said.

Simeon smiled brightly. "I thought you probably didn't," he said. "I accidentally stumbled upon it a few days ago."

You moved closer to the pond, watching as a little fish jumped out of the water for a moment.

"I also brought some snacks, if you'd like to take a break here," Simeon said.

You turned back to him. "I think I can take a break before going home."

Simeon was indeed prepared. In his bag, he had a blanket as well as a box of cookies and even a flask of iced tea. He spread the blanket on a flat area next to the pond, just at the edge of the flowers.

It was just like him to plan an impromptu picnic like this. You settled on the blanket beside him, eyes still on the pond and the softly glowing flowers.

"I'm so happy to share this moment with you, MC," Simeon said. He was about to open the box of cookies, but you reached out and took his hand.

Since he stopped wearing his angel outfit, there was no glove to separate your skin from his. You felt the softness of his touch, the slight clamminess of his hand, as though he was just a little nervous.

You leaned closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "You're such an angel. Being near you is a blessing."

Simeon's breath hitched. You knew what your words meant to him. You felt his arm wrap around your shoulder. "I'm not an angel anymore, MC."

You sat up to look into his eyes. "You are to me. I think you always will be."

A blush spread across Simeon's cheeks and there was something in his eyes that looked both moved and desperate. A mix of pleasure and pain, like you were healing him and tearing him apart all at the same time.

Simeon leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours so sweetly it almost made you want to cry. He was about to pull away, but you reached out, holding onto him to keep him close. You deepened the kiss, thrilled at the way he responded so easily, opening up for you.

Perhaps you spent a little more time on the blanket beside the pond than you had initially meant to. But everything felt brighter and better the longer you were in Simeon's arms.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Leviathan

Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[asideofchaos]

II 16 Spoilers Ahead!

So I see a lot of people panicking that the contestants aren't real, but I don't that's what the whole "MePhone Created Everyone" was supposed to mean.

Because yes, MePhone made them and we see Suitcase and Knife glitch at the end, but we also see repeatedly that the contestants have their own souls and free will. Sure, there is definitely parts of them that MePhone came up with; such as PB's fire and the S2 Finalist not remembering the S3 time skip, but we see again and again the contestants doing things that MePhone does not want.

Case and point: Taco. Everything about Taco. Not only was she secretly smart without MePhone knowing, but she 1. tried to steal the million dollars, 2. hid in the woods for who-knows how long, 3. conspired with and manipulated running contestants, 4. kidnapped his assistant, and 5. took over the show for an entire episode. If MePhone had control over her then none of that would have even happened.

Outside of Taco, almost all of the contestants do things that MePhone does not want, such as:

Bow never leaving no matter how many times she was punched with the Fist-Thingy

The eliminated S1 contestants trying to escape Idiotic Island

Paper going insane and everything with Evil Paper happening

The Cherries launching Marshmallow to space where she would be unrecoverable

OJ suing MePhone and threatening to do it again

Tissues making MePhone sick

Suitcase developing horrible anxiety and hallucinations

Microphone taking Taco's deal

Lightbulb using Fan to fly (which we see MePhone call out as cheating)

Marshmallow running away to live in Purgatory Mansion

Lightbulb and Test Tube traveling back in time

Paintbrush painting Steve Cobs and then burning the entire field

Lightbulb and Test Tube finding the Gemories

Fan rushing out to get the egg

Knife not telling MePhone about Taco

Fan and Test Tube creating Bot to bring back Bow; who MePhone did not like

The Eliminated S3 contestants being able to go back to the hotel

Box getting hit with a hammer, falling down a mountain, and then bursting into flames when MePhone did not have a medic

The Floor not being able to be eliminated and almost erupting the volcano

Blueberry faking his own death

Silver Spoon letting his aura get the better of him and almost killing Candle

Lightbulb avoiding telling everyone about what is happening

And those are just the things that are coming to mind, I'm sure there are things that I missed, but there's even more compelling questions. If the contestants are fake, then why do they need a place to go when eliminated if MePhone could make them not exist anymore? What about everything going on in Hotel OJ, Idiotic Island, and Indefinite Island without MePhone knowledge; especially for the last one since he didn't even know it existed until Ep10. If the BFDI crossovers and Nickel's early comments in S1 are to be believed, then at one point Nickel had somehow tried to join BFDI instead!

Even in II 16, we see that the contestants can have their life sucked out of them, which shouldn't be possible if they don't have souls, meaning that they have to. There's also how Bow and Dough are both ghosts and how everyone can be body-swapped in S3 Ep8, or even how MePhone can revive them in the first place with all of their memories and personality intact. None of this should be possible if the contestants are fake.

That's not even mentioning that we already know what a fake contestant looks like with the replicas that Spring made in S3 Ep13! They can't talk and they have few emotions, which is in complete opposition to everyone else in Inanimate Insanity.

Even if MePhone made them in the first place, there is so much saying that yes, the contestants are real.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer X Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Sixteen|

"Adam is in Hell?" Y/n repeats. "As we speak, his soul has made it down into the Pride Ring." Said Michael. "It had been in purgatory, awaiting divine judgement, and as you can tell. He did not meet the qualifications for re-entering Heaven."

Well, it makes sense to a certain point. Adam had lied, going behind everyone's back and acting out a sick genocide on souls. An agreement that should have never happened. He acted against God, and that enough, was punishable by eternal damnation.

"So, what does this mean?" Y/n asked. "If Adam is down there, couldn't he continue the slaughter of sinners?"

"He could, had he kept his angelic powers." Answered God. "Right now, he is as defenseless as any other soul who first lands in Hell."

Y/n felt some relief from that. At least he couldn't harm Charlie in this current state. She was demon royalty, there was no way he could hurt Charlie without his powers.

"And...If dies again? Then what?" Y/n wonders aloud.

"If he does die, there is a good chance he will not return here. Or anywhere. Perhaps he will return to purgatory, only, never to come out." God crosses his arms, looking as if he were in deep thought. "And now that redemption is possible, there will be no chance at all for him to return here, if he continues the way he is."

If Y/n was to be completely honest, she didn't want Adam anywhere near Charlie or her hotel. Who's to say what he'd do or if he tried to pull any sort of tricks.

"Perhaps it's best I keep an eye on him." Y/n suggests. "If you do plan on giving Charlie's hotel a real shot, we can not allow someone like Adam to ruin her plans. There are souls who truly deserve a second chance, just look at Sir. Pentious. He could change, why couldn't any one else down there?"

God smiles slightly. "You make an excellent point. Now, there will be a meeting held tonight. Miss Charlotte's hotel needs to be further discussed."

"I can't believe he's late to the meeting he called." Leliel mutters, arms crossed. Azrael chuckles and leans back further into his seat. "I prefer someone who's a little late, other than a old stick in the mud. Like someone I know." He glances at Leliel.

"What was the meeting about again?" Leroy asks. Gabriel rolled their eyes. "Princess Charlotte's hotel. We are to discuss what further action we should take with the rehabilitation of sinners."

"Oh...We're still on that?" Leroy whispers. "Yes. We are 'still on that', Leroy. That hotel could change everything for Heaven and Hell alike!" Leliel tells him.

"Well, while we're waiting!" Cassius chimes in. "How about we lighten the mood? Did you guys know that humans thought the Coelacanth had gone extinct? Those silly humans, they know so little about their own planet."

"Yes, Cassius, you've told us this a hundred times already." Azrael groans.

Leroy rolls his eyes. "Yeah, it's just a fish. Let me know when they find the megalodon swimming around in their ocean."

"Unfortunately, that big fella is actually gone." Cassius tells him.

"Everyone, let's try and refocus." Michael finally spoke up. "Father will be here any moment. And when he arrives, we shall discuss Princess' Charlotte's redemption plan further, and what's to be done next."

"Isn't that what she's for?" Azrael looks to Y/n, who gave him a less than amused look. She ignored his comment. "As I've already told you, there is no real straightforward answer I could give. Even if we were to come to a decision now, the future is constantly shifting and changing with the slightest of choices." She explains.

"I can sit here for the next millennia telling you the different possibilities. But we both don't want that."

Azrael rolls his eyes. "It feels as if we've already sat here for a millennia. Where is he?"

Just as he said that, God and Galim walked in. "Sorry I'm late everyone! I was having the most wonderful conversation with Sir. Pentious!" He laughs airily. "Now, I've kept you waiting long enough, let's begin shall we?"

God took his place at the head of the table, Galim at his side. "Princess Charlotte Morningstar has been quite the busy bee! Her plans to redeem sinners, was a complete success!" God says with a smile. "Needless to say, this has taken all of us by total surprise. Since the beginning of that whole nasty creation of sin situation, not one single human soul that's been damned has ever been redeemed and granted entry into Heaven. Until now!"

Galim speaks next. "Sir. Pentious has been settling into his new afterlife quite nicely. His previous sinful actions and violent behavior have completely vanished. I say he's developing into a proper angel, fit for Heaven's society. However, there is one problem." They continue.

"It is believed Lute, though clean from bloodshed since the recent extermination, will fall back into those tendencies if she were to ever see Sir. Pentious. Therefore, he is currently under our watch until further notice." Galim goes on. "Aside from that, if another soul from Hell, can be redeemed as he has. If they can comply to Heaven's rules. Then should not every sinner be given the same chance Sir. Pentious had, to better themselves?"

Gabriel was the first to speak.

"Sir. Pentious is one of many souls from Hell. Not every one of them will be the same. And Sir. Pentious is...well, simple. He seemed fairly easy to work with, he tapered off of his sinful ways and now he can behave himself. Who's to say another soul won't take that chance for granted?"

Y/n spoke next. "I say being in Hell for even a few minutes would be motivation enough for any soul to reconsider their ways, so they may live an afterlife in peace. And some souls down there, might not have had any other choice for what they did when they were alive. I believe it would be foolish to think those souls wouldn't want to try again, to be better."

"Hell was created for a reason, you know?" Azrael says, resting his head on his hand. "Humans are truly sick creatures, capable of many horrendous acts. So I say, those souls deserve to be down there, if they wish to live a life that way."

"Hmmm. I dunno." Cassius sighs. "I've seen some pretty nice humans during some of my visits to Earth. I don't think all of them are like that. What if they just...make a mistake?"

"A mistake?" Azrael chuckles. "Must be making some pretty bad mistakes to end up in Hell of all places."

Y/n bit back her irritation. "What about Charlie? She is the daughter of the devil himself, and yet, her soul is the purest of all in Hell. If someone like her can exist, then why could another normal human soul?"

Lucifer was no devil, he was a kind, caring, and loving person. Even after his banishment, he continued to keep a good heart. But in their eyes, he was nothing more than a demon who tried to destroy Heaven.

"I believe in her cause, I want to see the good in others like Charlie can. I think we all could learn a lot from her."

There was a brief silence before God spoke up. "Maybe you're right." Everyone looked to him. "Galim, please schedule a meeting for Miss Charlotte. I'd like to hear more about this hotel personally."

Galim blinks their words stuttering as they spoke. "O-Of course, you're heavenly grace..."

Y/n couldn't believe she was doing this. Or maybe she could. But it'll only be for a moment. Just a quick in and out, and then she'll go back. Y/n raised her hand and knocked at the hotel doors, after a moment, it was answered by Charlie's girlfriend.

"Oh. Uh, it's you." She said awkwardly. "What brings you by...again?" Y/n offers her a kind smile. "Hello again, Vaggie, right?" She asks. Vaggie nods her head, a small smile on her face forms.

"I must speak with Charlie, if that's alright. It's rather important." Y/n tells Vaggie, who gives her a slightly concerned look. "Is it...bad?" She asks. Y/n shakes her head. "Quite the opposite. Though, I'm sure as her girlfriend, you'd want to see that for yourself?"

Vaggie laughs weakly. "Uh, yeah. I just, can't help but be protective of her. Heaven has always been...well, I shouldn't really say anything." Vaggie mutters, looking away from Y/n.

"I understand." Y/n nods. "As much as we brag, Heaven is...well, is not as perfect as we like to pretend it is." Vaggie seemed to visibly relax, she leads Y/n to the gardens where she would wait for Charlie.

Once Charlie arrived, she was overjoyed to see Y/n again. "Y/n! You're back!" Her smile was quick to disappear. "Oh but...Dad said you weren't coming back?"

Y/n's smile faltered slightly. "Well, yes. But, I just had to come back one more time. You see, you're going to have a very important meeting soon. And I feel I should just give you some time to process before the day actually comes."

Charlie looked confused, but curious. "A meeting? Who with?" She asks.

"With the big man upstairs." Y/n points to the sky.

Charlie's face paled. "W-With...?"

Y/n nods. "He says he'd like to discus your hotel with you personally."

Charlie felt her knees buckle, Vaggie was quick to catch her. Vaggie looked to Y/n. "You're serious?" She asks. "God wants to meet with Charlie?"

"Not in person." Y/n clarifies. "It'll be similar to how you first met Adam. It'd be quite the shock to everyone here if God came down in the flesh." Y/n grows closer to Charlie and takes her trembling hands.

"Charlie. Big things are coming your way, and this is just the very beginning. Now...deep breaths." She says gently, Charlie inhaled and exhaled a few times. "Good." Y/n smiles. "Rest assured, God is...probably not what you might think."

"W-What is he like?" Charlie mumbles.

"He's...something. There's really no need to be tense. In fact, he'll be quite delighted to see you." Said Y/n, Charlie's laugh was forced. "You don't say?"

"He is your grandfather, after all. Technically." Y/n tells her. "He's going to gush over you, trust me."

"Right, about that...Can I tell my dad?" Charlie cautiously asks.

"That's your choice. I think we all know their relationship is a little...tense, after what happened." Y/n says with a sigh. "I'm not sure how they would react to seeing each other after all this time. And quite frankly, I'm a little afraid to look. That is, if they ever decide to meet face to face again. I wouldn't doubt it would be awkward and...sad."

Charlie nods. "So, what should I say?"

"Anything." Y/n suggests. "Tell him all your plans going forward. He's already on board, all you have to do now, is give him a sneak peak into what comes next. I will refrain from looking if I can, I'd like to be surprised as well."

Charlie's smile returned to her face. "I will certainly do my best."

"I know you will." Y/n turns away from her. "Now, I should be getting back. Lord knows I've been down here for far too long."

"Wait." Charlie stops her. "Before you go...Can I ask a small favor?" Y/n looks back to Charlie, she didn't miss the look of hesitancy in her expression.

"My dad he...he's been a little depressed since you left. I know this sound selfish, but, I...I'm afraid that if he gets in that bad mental state again...I'll loose him. Again. When mom left, he acted similar to how he's acting now. I just got him back, so..." Charlie trailed off.

Y/n could tell where this was going, she placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "You want me to see him?" Charlie gives her a small nod.

"Charlie..." Y/n wanted to say no. She knew she should have said no. She knew if she kept this up, she will get caught. And that future, the future where she does get caught, was becoming more of a possibility with every choice she makes to come back.

Y/n looks up at the sky. She is reminded of the future she saw, where two angels descend from the Heaven portal. Another, that was becoming closer to reality. But...

"Just for an hour."

Charlie grins wide and hugs Y/n tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Y/n smiles weakly and hugs her back, as she glances up at Heaven's portal with unease.

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[anon-402]

Maxo’s End of Stream Key Points.

Where he talks about his character, what it means to be dead in the QSMP, and what could probably happen in the future!

The only thing the federation couldn’t control was me; how I die.

Chat: “You can return to QSMP as a ghost!” Yeah, I’m gonna think about it…

I feel a bit upset because I wanted to reach the ship and say my goodbyes to everyone. I wouldn’t get on the boat tho.

Chat: “Cellbit, Mouse and BBH didn’t make it either.” The only thing I know is I’m dead, and that’s what I want for my lore.

I don’t have anything scripted (for the future). I’m gonna miss QSMP, but because I take rp too seriously, there’s no turning back. Yeah, I can maybe go back as a ghost and haunt people, but not as Cubito Maxo.

The rest may survive because they want to keep playing QSMP, but I say my character is dead and he’s dead because he died in an explosion. If dying means not being able to return to QSMP, it’s fine.

Going out without saying goodbye is what makes me mostly upset. (Reads chat) Do a tape? As if I did it a long time ago? I didn’t thought about that. That’s a good idea. I’m gonna ask the Admins.

I would’ve liked to do the tapes these last days, but I wasn’t thinking of committing suicide before. I didn’t know what was going to happen. (The only thing I knew) was that my character was desperate.

Dono: It would be cool if you could return as an old island survivor who helps the others to- That’s something I don’t get to decide, this is not my series. I can offer it, but that doesn’t mean it fits. I can’t go and say ‘I’m gonna return as a survivor’ because it doesn’t mean it can fit (in the story).

For the Federation to take the bomb away from me and me dying is a way to show how powerful it can be. This kind of thing is necessary in roleplay.

There’s people who liked Purgatory, but I don’t like when I have to gain points. My thing is roleplay. Purgatory was full hardcore, and it’s tiring for me to farm points. When Aypierre killed me for rp reasons, I was like, ‘look what you’ve done all because of some points’ (I think he’s referring to the other players having a discussion because of his dead)

If my character had to kill BBH… (groans) I can’t, he’s my friend. I can’t switch my mind because of some points. It didn’t fit me or my character and that’s why I didn’t log in. I was going to get frustrated eventually.

If I went through the island saying ‘don’t kill, don’t kill’, they’re going to say ‘look at this hippie mf smoking weed’.

(Reads chat) What do you mean Purgatory 2? I can’t believe it. At least we are dead (laughs). I prefer the other island.

There’s something lore related that I’m really happy about; Quackity accepting he works for the Federation. I mean– everyone suspected it, but there was people still denying it.

(While laughing) Dude, I took the detonator out and no one listened. I mean, yes, there was people roleplaying and asking me what was it. But it was bad timing, there’re too many interactions. Improvising is hard because not everything is perfectly done as in your head. But I was trying to tell them that I had a bomb, but it the end they stole my bomb’s wi-fi.

Tbh, I was already tired of Minecraft. I played almost every day in the QSMP, I needed a rest. In a way, it’s sorta like vacations, only that I can’t return as Maxo Cubito. I will have to return as Maxo Ritual Challenge or Maxo Mutation Zombie. I think I would have a better time with that kinda role.

(Reading chat saying he was evil) I don’t think I made an Evil Maxo rp, because I never wanted to detonate the bomb. What I wanted to do was to negotiate and get everyone out of the island because I love them. I wanted to scape and then detonate it behind us, y’know?

I find interesting the ending, I liked it.

I will make some tapes, so they realize I’m dead and wanted to say goodbye to them.

There’s people happy about my dead because they don’t like QSMP, but honestly, QSMP is really entertaining, it’s really fun, and behind it there’s really cool people. Every time I logged on I was always laughing. Things didn’t go my way, it was catastrophic, but as a roleplayer, I have to accept what is put in front of me.

The night is young. Even though there are tribulations like my dead, we have to overcome things, move forward and enjoy life. Who knows when I’ll play Minecraft again. Maybe tomorrow, maybe never- no, no never (tries to not laugh). No never. Maybe within a year. Maybe in two. But one day I will return.  

(Quick reminder English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos or whatnots)

[schnitzelsemmerl]

A RtC fic, but Ocean votes for herself. Or she doesn't.

Karnak's loud voice boomed through all purgatory, "Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg. Your vote?"

Ocean stepped forward, nervous. The tension in the room was so thick it coud've been cut with a knife. The room waited in anticipation. There was the light. She could walk through. Into the living realm. Everything would be forgotten...or atleast she hoped so. Mischa glared, as did Noel, who whispered "Don't you mess this up", his voice laced with venom. Constance looked down at the floor, her hands resting in her lap. Ocean could see a single, small tear roll down her flushed cheeks. Ricky was next to Constance's right, patting her on the back in supportive manner. And Jane- no, that... freaky monster, was staring at Ocean with her black doll eyes, clutching her headless doll. No emotion behind her- no, its eyes.

Stay strong, Ocean. You can't feel empathy for them now. This is your chance. Your new shot at life. You could accomplish everything you dreamed of. Like becoming the prime minister of Canada. Setting an example. Bettering the world. Be known.

"Your vote, Miss Rosenberg?"

But what if you didn't choose yourself? What would happen then? Who would get your vote? Now that Ocean thought about it... she had never really thought about that. Every story had a lesson.. why didn't she ever listen to the others' stories?

Constance, who was obviously known as the nicest girl in town. But she was so much more. Constance loved to bake. She loved flowers, too. Especially tulips. She dyed her hair a different color every month. Ocean hated that. But what she'd give to be alive one more time. To see Constance alive too. One last time.

Noel, who was pretty much her frenemy. Yet despite all that, she... liked him. Not in a romantic sense. Not even in a platonic sense. She liked the way he saw the world. The way he sang. The way he was passionate about things that brought him joy. The way his handwriting looked like it came straight out of a love letter. Ocean hated the way she could never get away from Noel. And he hated that fact even more. But deep down... she'd do everything to be alive and bicker with him about something minor, something that didn't even matter, again.

Mischa, who was forced to join the choir. She honestly couldn't stand the way he'd start fights. The way he brushed his hair to make it stand up like that. But she grew to like it, for some weird reason. Ocean admired Mischa's passion. His hardworking nature, how he wasn't afraid to stand up for himself. He also stood up for her, he punched a girl from Ocean's AP Calc class who called her a prude. Her. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg. He didn't have to. But he did it. For some ominous reason. She had to pick him. He had a whole fiancée to live for.

Ricky. The most creative person Ocean ever had the pleasure of meeting. He listened. He was creative, kind, a "cool dude", who was "madwickedawesome", as Mischa would say. Ocean missed how Ricky would always draw cats on the sheet music when they were supposed to be rehearsing. She missed how he would wear funky-colored sweaters every day. At one point, he owned about 20 different ones. She'd give everything to read Ricky's stories about Zolar one more time, despite being grossed out before. It was still weird to her. But strangely, she missed that.

And...her. The unidentified girl.

Ocean couldn't pick herself. No.

"Miss Rosenberg." Karnak spoke, interrupting Ocean's thoughts. "Time is running out."

Why did she ever take everything for granted?

The ominous novelty machine began to count, "10."

She didn’t deserve to come back to life.

"9."

Who should she pick?

"8."

It had to be someone else. And she needed to make that decision NOW.

"7."

They had to tell her story too.

"6."

They had to tell the choir's stories. She didn’t care if she would ever be remembered. But she couldn't let the others be forgotten.

"5."

Ocean wishes, she would've known this before.

"4."

She wishes she had known that there is no way to control who lives, who dies, and who tells one's story.

"3," Karnak's voice began to quiet down. The machine began to rattle.

Think, Ocean! Pick someone...

"2," he spoke, the gears in his mechanical body turned and malfunctioned audibly. Ocean cringed at the sound of metal screeching.

But who?

"1," the magic machine uttered. Everything turned dark. Karnak was broken, beyond repair.

Ocean softly breathed, "Her. I vote... for her." She pointed at a confused Jane.

But her decision was made a split second too late.

[daisyychainssj]

* I have some thoughts about this event as a whole and it might be classed as like crit or neg so just want to pre-warn in case people want to avoid it! *

I understand that this is purgatory and the point is for everyone to be ruthless and sad and it’s hard and bad and difficult for a reason etc etc I understand. I just think that the general over arching story of the qsmp for the past few months has been so so angsty and dark with very few wins or hope. The eggs are missing, parents are grieving, Cellbit is on a murder spree and pushing everyone except roier away, Phil was kidnapped and is now never sure what’s real or not, BBH has just been continuously spiralling since the eggs left, Pac has suffered about a million traumas and so much more like it doesn’t really matter who you watch there’s not a lot of hope rn. So to then throw in this really intense “everything is supposed to be bad and hard and kill and die” it’s honestly kind of draining, for me personally anyway. Like I’ve been watching since day 1, I love this server sm so I’m saying all of this because I want to keep loving this server and the stories. I really think some sort of reprieve needs to happen soon, it doesn’t need to be happy, fun, sunshine and rainbows 24/7 but maybe just some pay off for some of the mysteries or something that shows that their is hope for the eggs or the islanders literally anything. I genuinely think that’s why so many people are only really watching the red team povs because they’re not taking the event too seriously and they’re making it fun and silly in the ways that they can. Idk just my thoughts on it all and I like to just vent sometimes 🫶🏻

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

writing spn scenes at 5am bc I cant sleep :D

this isnt gonna b well-written...

also thanks to @brainrotarchive for pushing me to think abt how the initial reveal of all this would actually go! this was fun! and it hurt! a LOT

(set after all the current postcanon bs resolves, or in a universe where 15x20 just didn't happen)

*Sam is washing dishes in the Bunker late at night when he hears Dean quietly sobbing from the garage. Sam sighs, puts down the towel and goes to check on Dean*

*Dean is sitting on the step between the garage and the rest of the bunker, surrounded by empty beer bottles. his head is resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around himself in a kind of hug, his shoulders are shaking as he cries*

Sam (assuming this is about Cas again): ...hey Dean. what's up?

Dean (through tears, slurred): how did it get to this, Sammy?

Sam (he wasn't expecting this response): *stepping towards his brother* what do you mean?

Dean (starting straight ahead into the unlit garage): when we die, where will we go? we've been to Heaven, we've been to Hell, Purgatory, fuck. We've fought our way out of ALL OF THEM SAMMY, WE'VE FOUGHT GOD!!! we cant even DIE now!

*Dean is getting hysterical, but Sam has sat down next to him, eyes wide, listening intently. He'd pondered this now and then, but if he's being honest he's afraid to dwell on it*

Dean (getting up and beginning to pace): we know every place we could go when we die! we know ALL of them, and we know everything about them. that's not how humans are supposed to live, Sammy, that's not how any of this is supposed to work!

*Dean pauses and almost sobs/gags as a thought strikes him*

Dean (still ranting): how do we keep going from here?! what are we supposed to do?! we used to- - we used to hunt monsters, demons, and now we've become the thing we were trying to wipe out!

*Dean is nearly screaming at this point, crying like we rarely/never see him cry*

Dean (sob-yelling): this whole thing?! this-- this defying death? cheating death!? its against the NATURAL ORDER, we were supposed to KILL things that- we were supposed to PREVENT THIS from-- WE WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP THIS, SAMMY!

Dean (fully in hysterics, breaking down): WHATS DEAD STAYS DEAD, RIGHT?! THATS WHAT DAD ALWAYS TOLD US. WELL NOW LOOK AT US?! WE DONT STAY DEAD. WE'VE DEATH AT EVERY- we've- we fought GOD Sammy, and Cas-

(Dean stops to choke on his tears a bit)

Dean(cont): Cas was an ANGEL Sammy he was a fucking- he was- that shouldnt even be- - we shouldnt --

(there's a pause as Dean almost undetectably mouths Cas' name again. Sam waits, having gone from intrigued to more than a little disturbed by his brother's behavior)

Sam (hesistant, nervously, not even sure what he's about to say): Dean, I-

Dean (back turned): we shouldve- shouldve stayed dead the first time. then-

*Dean half-stumbles out the door to get some air, seemingly out of words & tears. he is really drunk. Sam gets up and follows him.*

*Sam finds Dean outside, back to him, swaying on his feet, hugging his chest. Sam goes up behind his brother, maybe hoping to coax him to bed and finish this VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION when he's sober*

Sam (gently, quietly, still unsure of what exactly he's going to say): Dean, I think- I mean-- this. -I think we should--

*Dean whirls on Sam, a manic fire in his eyes, knife drawn, and slashes Sam across the chest, slicing his shirt open. Sam stumbles back in shock and fear*

Dean (reeling now, but seeing he appears to have missed his strike): See, Sammy?! How do you even know that would have cut you? how do you know the knife wouldn't fucking break?! we don't know ANYTHING Sammy we're nOT- WE'RE NOT-

*Dean crumples as the weight of his emotions and his violent attack all hit him at once, falling forward onto Sam's shoulder as his knees buckle and sobs wrack his whole body. Sam allows himself to fall to his knees and support his brother, rubbing Dean's back gently*

Sam (about to say something): -

*Sam suddenly gasps and coughs, red staining his lips. Dean's knife had hit after all, and with the adrenaline fading, Sam realizes that the cut is deep and well-placed. He begins to fall backwards*

*through the haze of alcohol and grief, Dean slowly realizes what's going on. suddenly alert, he grabs Sam by the shoulders and prevents him from falling backwards*

Dean: SAMMY!

Sam (eyes wide, choking on blood, realizing with horror that the prophecy of "brother killing brother" finally came true in this moment): Dean- I- i- *cough*

*cut to Sam's POV. he's looking up at Dean, whose expression goes from panicked and horrified to suddenly stone-cold serious*

Dean (voice unnervingly level): Sammy. Don't Die.

Sam (bewildered, fading fast): wh-what?

Dean (looking Sam directly in the eye, suddenly steady and sure of himself after his earlier outburst): We don't have to do this again Sammy. You don't have to. Just keep your eyes open. And Dont. Die.

*There's a long beat. the two brothers sit, half-crouched, facing each other, Dean half-holding Sam. Sam struggles to keep his eyes open, and then realizes, abruptly, that its not a struggle. Sam takes a breath, then another. Then looks down at his sliced shirt and the still-present wound that is already beginning to stop bleeding.*

*Sam looks up at Dean, breath becoming shaky, horror growing in his eyes as he finally accepts the truth*

Sam (choked, in shock): Oh god

Sam (helplessly, tears gathering at the back of his throat as he pulls closer to his brother, just now fully understanding what he was saying): what... what now, Dean?

Dean (Pulling Sam up so that his chin rests on Dean's shoulder, the two now fully hugging in the dust outside the bunker): I dunno Sammy... I dunno

*the camera pulls back to show the pitch darkness around the pair, showcasing how truly alone they are with what they've become*

[lliminality]

Okay I want to post this before the server opens today

I wanna add on to what everyone is saying about the fact that the island the QSMP members are on right now isn't the real Quesadilla Island, based on stuff I've seen a few people point out now

Stuff like the fact that there's no rain or signs of ant kind of storm when the island was in shambles just days ago and the fact that the 'virus' (black concrete) seems to be at a minimum compared to what we saw in the cucurucho stream.

Multiple different structures had been destroyed including a good portion of the roads and now suddenly they're all back to normal? I find it super difficult to believe that everything is suddenly magically okay and everyone will be fine.

Not to mention how insanely quiet is?? A few people have said it could be because we're used to the chaos of Purgatory now, but even then, with how concerned the federation seemed to be with finding the islanders, it's super weird that there was no greeting of any kind when they returned? Like, you'd think they would have all the questions in the world to ask the islanders and there was nothing.

AND NOW CUCURUCHO IS MISSING??? Is it being used as a cover-up to explain why he hasn't contacted the islanders or is it because he genuinely is missing?? If he IS actually missing, do you guys think it could have to do with the Watcher from Purgatory? Considering the fact that Cucurucho kidnapped one of the mini eyes, it would only make sense that that would upset the Watcher.

I'm so invested in what's going to happen today I can't wait for this stream

I want to hear everyone else's theories on all of this too

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter one: heartache

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue | chapter one (you are here!) | chapter two (coming next saturday!)

authors note: not much to say this time! also not super sure if i'll continue with the about 2k words per chapter, but it wasn't too hard to meet this goal. enjoy <3

Yet another day passed. Simeon and Luke had just left for the night.

How long had you been in the hospital now? It was beginning to grow hard to tell, and in all honesty, you didn't care much to keep up. The days were dull, and your only major point of entertainment came from the daily visits from your friends. They brought books, games and all sorts of stories about how their days had gone. Solomon had brought an enchanted light to attach to the wall that matched up with the human world, so you were able to enjoy sunlight. Luke, likely with the help of Simeon, had crocheted a little brown dog with a heart in his mouth as a get well present. Diavolo and Barbatos often sent baskets of all sorts of treats for you. It was sweet that they all cared and wanted to show you their support in your trying time.

But it didn't take away from what was eating you up inside. None of their efforts could comfort you in the middle of the night when you were alone with your thoughts. Every night, you laid awake longer than you should, wondering about what exactly happened and struggling to fall asleep. Sometimes you felt insane, but deep down you knew something was wrong, and that the problem wasn't with you. The brothers have to had been real. There was no other explanation for your memories. Even if they were false, the Ring of Light still sat on your left ring finger, and you still existed, meaning Lilith still fell. But no matter what you said to others, they only looked at you like you were crazy.

It was like the brothers just never existed.

At first, you'd demanded to see Diavolo and Barbatos. If it really was some sick joke, they'd be the most likely to come clean. But they never did. Since you insisted, they told you the history of RAD and the exchange program, somehow leaving out Lucifer and his brothers despite the critical role they played. During the entire story, you couldn't help but ponder at the plausibility of everything. How was it possible that even the Demon Prince and his all powerful butler had forgotten about the brothers they’d spent millennias with? You didn’t interrupt them once, and sat in silence to absorb the information.

According to them, you were in the House of Lamentation alone that night because you'd offered to help do some cleaning up, as it hadn't been occupied in a very long time. That explanation made no sense to you. On top of that, you also had a room back at Purgatory Hall since you'd been living there with the other exchange students. Once you were discharged from the hospital, you'd return to that room, and resume life as normal.

Any chance you got, you asked people you hadn't spoken to yet since the fire happened, and not a single being could recall them, or memories they may have had with them. You knew those memories like the back of your hand, but they could only remember an altered version without the brothers. The longer the conversation went on, you could tell the more the other person pitied you. They thought the fire affected you somehow. At first, you were more combative and really tried to, more or less, verbally shake the memory out of them. But as time went on, you gave up. It just wasn't worth the energy.

The situation with the pact marks was almost stranger than nobody remembering the brothers, if that was even possible. You couldn't see a majority of the marks due to their location and the way you were laying, but there were two you had easy access to. The first one you checked was Satan's. His pact mark was directly over your heart. While the mark itself was still there, it looked faded, like a tattoo that'd weathered years in the sun. You could no longer feel the magic coursing through your veins. While looking at it invoked those feelings of tenderness and familiarity, the same couldn't be said about attempting to summon them. You tried once late at night, so nobody would try to usher you back into your bed and call your nurse. Perhaps it was just a combination of standing up after being in bed so long, or the actual act of trying to summon the brothers, but the only thing you got was a nasty headache.

The other pact mark that was easily visible was Mammon’s, on your right wrist. It was hidden under bandages initially, but about a day after you woke up, they were removed to reveal what was underneath. The skin was significantly lighter than the unburnt skin on the rest of your body. Surrounding that lighter, stiff patch, was red, angry skin. You'd been told you were on a slew of painkillers at the moment, but poking the red skin resulted in twinges of pain. Your fingers were mostly alright and weren't encased within the bandages. You could still wiggle them to some extent. The most interesting thing about the burns was the pattern and hue it took on. It looked as if someone had done calligraphy on your skin with the way it scrolled and looped. It reminded you of art the way it meandered its way around your arm. The other peculiar thing was the irregular tinge it took on. On and around the burn marks was a pinky-purple color. Even skin that was seemingly unaffected by the fire had this stained glass effect. It wasn't enough to take over the original colors, but it was just enough to catch the attention of those who looked at it. It was almost like a filter had been placed over you. The doctors couldn't explain either of these abnormalities, but since it didn't seem to affect you in any way but physically, they decided to let it be while keeping an eye on it.

It hurt, but it hurt more that you were unable to see Mammon's pact mark at all times. Whenever it came time to apply whatever magical healing salve they were giving to you and rewrap the bandages, your attention was always on the pact mark. The area it was in was totally untouched, despite being in an area that should've definitely been burnt. This resulted in an eerie patch of normal skin in and around the mark. From the way the nurses and doctors whispered about it when they thought you weren't listening told you that they couldn't see the mark, and that it was just a plain circle to them.

The other areas of your body that had been burnt included the majority of your right leg and a small patch on your right shoulder. Those were given the same treatment as your forearm. Since this was a Devildom hospital, you were told you'd be out in a couple of weeks. You'd need to keep it in bandages with the same healing salve if you wanted the burns to heal quicker. It would still scar, which was inevitable, but the healing process would be much quicker than it would be in the human world.

At some point during one of your late nights laying awake, you came to the horrifying realization you were the only thing between the brothers and obsolesce. If something happened to you, there would be no trace that they ever existed. The burden of that thought was like a weight being dropped onto your shoulders. More than ever, you wished they were by your side. You thought you might have had a nightmare about this, but never did you expect it to come true. Maybe you'd wake up any day now, and you'd be able to return to how you remembered things. But, that day never came.

The one that stuck around the most often was Luke. He was by your side as much as he could be, and only really left when either a nurse chased him out, or Simeon dragged him out, holding his hand. It was comforting to have the little angel by your side, but it was so odd to not hear him mention Beel even once. He often talked to you about his latest baking endeavors and tried his hardest to bring samples of them as often as possible. You could tell he was working overtime to try and make you happier again, which was well appreciated. The times that Luke was out, Solomon tried to be in the room with you. The first time you woke up, he let you know you could vent to him at any time, so one night, you decided to bring up the thing that plagued you the most.

It was unusually late for him to be there, but it seemed for whatever reason, he wanted to be with you. He dodged the question when you asked why. You didn't bother to pry, because you knew he wouldn't budge.

"Want anything from the downstairs vending machine, Mc?" He got up from where he was seated beside your bed and patted his pockets to make sure his wallet was still there.

"Whatever is fine." You weren't all that hungry, but you knew even if you said you didn’t want anything, he’d still bring something back for you.

"I'll be right back then." Solomon exited the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone once again. He wasn't gone long thankfully. He held two different small bags of snacks. He sat back down beside you, and opened one of the bags before passing it to you. You knew that smell. With a shaking hand, you spun the bag around to read the label. The biting scent of the Spicy Newt Chips invoked several emotions, causing your eyes to water in more than one way. Solomon looked at you kind of funny as he munched on his own bag of some other snack.

"Is something wrong? They're your favorite, aren't they?" Solomon scanned your face again. With those words, the tears that had been bubbling up finally slipped down your face. It was only a few, but enough to raise Solomon's concern.

He was right. Those were your favorites. Beel had been the one to introduce them to you because they were his favorites. It was impossible to eat them without conjuring up memories of him. Solomon offered you a tissue, puzzled but concerned. "I have something to tell you." You finally decided to tell him the full story that he never got to hear. He'd been the first one you'd talked to about the brothers, but you never bother him again about it. You didn't want to seem any more insane than you already did. However, this time was different. You didn't think you could go on any longer without at least telling someone. Even if you did seem nuts, you had to get it off your chest.

"I'm all ears." His expression was as usual, but his tone told a different story. Before you began, you stopped to look at him. He gave you a slight nod. So, without hesitation, you spilled the beans. You started from the very beginning about how you ended up in the Devildom in the first place all the way up to your turmoil and frustration about your current situation.

"I understand if that's too much and you want to pretend we never had this conversation." You sighed and peered into the bag of forgotten chips. Deafening silence filled the room, so you resolved to just eat since there was nothing else you could do.

"I want to help you." Solomon's words caught you by surprise. "I'm going to be honest. I don't have a clue about anything you're talking about. But what I do know is you. You wouldn't lie to me. If you say this is real, this is real." You never thought you'd hear such comforting words. For the first time since the fire, a genuine smile bloomed on your face.

"Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." If you could, you would've jumped up to hug him. Since you couldn't, you opened your arms and he leant in to give you one instead. Finally getting to feel that painfully absent warmth was like a breath of fresh air.

"I promise I won't let you down. We're in this together. What kind of master would I be if I refused to help my dearest apprentice in their time of need?" You scoffed a little at his words. Leave it to Solomon to be playful in the middle of a serious conversation. But, you wouldn't have it any other way. It was nice to know someone was in your corner for once.

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Max and Aypierre : what they had in common.

Analyze time ? Analyse time.

So I said before they were alike, right ? Time to develop.

Their way to deal with pain, angst and suffering :

Hiding in work AND alcohol (and food for Q!Max ). One will sink himself in his machines and castle, and the other sank in Order Theoritas when he lost Trumpet. Their loss give them strenght to create things for not fall inside the black (lol) but for this they sink themselve in anything that can make them deal with their dark thoughts by hiding them under the floor.

Their way to hide how they feel and why :

They will, both of them, choose to NOT talk about what they really feel, choosing sentences with double meanings or way to say things in the tone of their voice. Example ? All the things that did Max to try to flirt with Forever, the "I drink " in answer on how Aypierre copes with Pomme's loss. If they have a problem they will choose first to HIDE it to people. The best example is obviously Max's leg, but in Aypierre's case, the way his dreams affect him. Even to Pomme he never says, how he awoke with shaking hands and tears and even ask to Cucurucho to never tell ANYONE.

I will just precise one thing : if you manage to have Aypierre's trust, he will talk more about what IS happening to him. But NEVER all the pain. And both of them for the same reasons : not worry their loved one. They will always do what they can to ease the anxiety, mostly with jokes which can make feel that "oh yes, it's not so important" but with other topics,too, sometimes.

They will put on a smiling face with jokes, most of the time. One of them a way too much, so people won't take him really seriously and won't see him as someone who can really care about anything. And it may have affected their relationship as well since it can make him harder to believe. And I m pretty sure it did. In Max's case, make believe that he succeeds to get over the pain, for persons who don't know him. And that he fell just like Aypierre. (If I watched only Aypierre's point of view, I will have thought that he was interested at first when it seems that it came a little bit but later ).

Their communication problems and with words :

These two have REAL difficulties to say NO (Max ) or I like you (both lol) or tell the other what they think. One of them because he is afraid of being controlled and seemed to be weak, the other is used to keep his frustrations to himself and doesn't have enough self confidence to think that what he feels is worth and that he can be loved for who he is. Example : "what you really want" and how Aypierre STRUGGLES to say what he wants with silence, and "exclusivity" before saying "I only want you" and what Max said about Dan during Dio de los Muertos that he (himself) wasn't worth of being loved and that's why Dan disappeared.

In Aypierre, it got better with public hugs and saying more and more openly how he missed him (Time, trust....), in Max's case, it worsen with his leg and the choice he asks without really saying it to Aypierre. Him or Pomme. That's what it really was, when he asked him to follow him. Aypierre thought they had time, Max knew they haven't and was thinking that in this island where the Feds control everything they can't be happy and that Pomme was already dead and taken away by the Feds just like his son. He wanted to be healthy and happy and was thinking he can be outside the island. He made plans with Aypierre, was willing to go with him. But he chose Pomme, even if he said "I m unsure I will follow you". He understood, yes, but in Max's mind, (with his despair and lack of confidence ) it may have reminded how worthless he was as a choice. (He isn't but that's how he sees himself ).

Their love for their children :

Ow, yes, they love them REALLY a lot. They will do ANYTHING for them (wanting to win Purgatory even if it means betray teammates, go everyday in Dio de Los Muertos area to take care of him ) They are the reasons for A LOT of things they do. They both have the "Don't forget, you're here forever" with photos of their children with the same message "Do it for him/her". Their children is their everything, their number one priority. Yes, both of them were not always the best parent, but they cared A LOT about them. And if they loose them they...... sink. One in violence and revenge, one in revenge (sorry, destroy the Federation is revenge XD ).

Revenge (We stay with the mood ) :

They BOTH have revenge tendancies. Aypierre......... it's really obvious (Ayrobot is WAY WORSER of this than Aypierre..... I think that the two cuts comes from him, but the salty comment where from Aypierre ) XD. In Max's case ? Destroy the Federation. It's a way to avenge himself for what they did to his family and himself and the other islanders. He wanted freedom, wanted to take it by force and destroy them, with no regards of the workers. No direct violence, but a NUCLEAR BOMB. XD It's just that Max's revenge is more cold blooded, more thought about, more insidious. On this, none of them is better XD It's juste that one them is more thoughtful about that and think more about casualities and consequences (...... I know not at the last moments, but he was at full despair and madness, so... ). If Aypierre is fire, Max is ice, with revenge.

Their hate/disdain/distrust about the Federation :

You laugh, I heard you. Aypierre, hate the Federation ? He works for them, hahaha. And..... no. He....... does the EXACT thing that Max made. He..... PLAY WITH THEM and USE them. Max, using the Feds ? Remember.... Who Max tricked to become a Minime dealer AND repair his machines ? Cucurucho. And what did Aypierre ? He become their wine maker to KNOW IF THEIR WINE WAS A THREAT TO EGGS AND to protect Pomme. He wants informations. And Aypierre is a character who doesn't go often in direct conflit. Will always use subtles ways (music, masked man, great smiles with mean words behind his back ). For someone, as entire as Max, his way of being is shady and untrustful but..... the only way for Aypierre to have infos are to stay openly on Cucurucho's good side. And the person who knows what he did in the past IS Cucurucho. But ow he hates them and distrust them as much as Max did. The only difference is that one of them have no real problems to use Federation more openly than the other.

And that's all folks for today. If I find something else, i will gladly make a new post. (maybe one day for the problems they have as a couple XD ).

[sarcasmandships]

his! do you have any peterick fic recommendations? i've already read all your works on ao3 and i'm waiting desperately for updates so until then i need something to read because i feel like i've already read soooo many fics and i'm running out of material plz help :)

hiiii, im glad you like my fics and I'm sorry im terrible at updating i used to be so consistent but uni is just killing me with assignments rn! but i promise the restaurant au will get an update soon and im planning to edit death by a thousand cuts before i add to it again cos im just not really happy with the quality of it, but that will also be coming soon i promise!

anyways onto what you're really asking about; recommendations. im not sure if you're looking for smut or stories with plot so here's just a mix of things i've really liked ( i suck at bookmarking things so I've just searched through my history and there's deffos stuff i've missed im sorry)

Literally just read kick me in the face & ask me how my head feels by fkingdeathwish today - devoured this in a few hours and this fic made me like stories in first person. its so good and also has the best andy/joe/pete friendship dynamics i was smiling the whole time. but also features a lot of petekey tho which might not be ur thing

(smut) going down, down by @pyrchance - i read this the other day and its 10/10

Anything by snitchesandtalkers but some of my favourites are i've been checking my list, crooked love, making out inside crashed cars (smut), silver screen dream, the antidote to everything (except for me), we're friends when you're on your knees (not finished but still so so worth reading), amateur pornographers (smut obvs), a little less 16 candles (a little more bite me)

brutal love by @notastumph- this one is so good but like i also had to take a 5 min break between chapters cos the angst and heartbreak was getting to me so much (in the best way)

and i'll burn by jiksa - just read the tags first

the house on rosewood lane by scarredsodeep - this one is so fucking good, i don't even like horror and i was obsessed with this and couldn't stop reading

hey doctor, i'm certifiable by derridoid (smut) - so good and the ending made me laugh sm

husband on the payroll by das_verlorence-kind - what can i say, i love the fake relationship trope

also ive changed my plea to guilty by das_verlorence_kind - again just check the tags incase it’s not ur thing

accidents will happen by rusty76

again pretty much everything by @annoyingpetekey but some favourites are (i just wanna) get some, so pretty (when you're on your knees), and come on (and fuck me like you doubt me) - all smut

That Schrodinger guy made some really good points, you know? by @earlgreytea68

but i'm reflecting light by looks_a_scream - this one is deffos a favourite

the purgatory of my hips by auralcosm

edgar allan potato by emeralcitydowntowngirl - another absolute favourite, i have such a soft spot for soulmate AUs but I've never read one as good as this, again features a lot of petekey but it is all in the past

to take what i'm given with grace by likeasugarcube - their whole 'marriage of convience' series is amazing but this is the main fic and it is sooo good

anything by littlesnowpea but favourites include love in the middle of a firefight, but there's no preparing for this, and nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (pls read tags first tho)

december is for cynics by looks_a_scream - another favourite

secrets i don’t want to keep by perceived_nobility (although i think they’ve changed their name to invisible_man now) anyways this one is only accessible if you have an ao3 account but it is so so good an hurts in all the best ways, would advise paying attention to some of the tags tho

Also pretty much anything written by appleremix or vampyerika

Ok so I have like another 30+ pages in my history but this is already so long, so i hope you enjoy some of these assuming you haven't read them already!

[fickleminder]

Just realized that you did a swap-aftermath for the brothers, but how would the lesser demons react to Kirana knowing what goes on in "original" (aka game/non-DWBD) timeline?

Oh and the sides in either timeline?

-qrowsofafeather

(For sides I'm just gonna write for the angels and Sol cus I imagine that without a strong friendship with the brothers, MC probably won't be close to the Royals either)

Lesser demons in DWBD AU

“Noooo,” Rache's jaw fell open dramatically. “You gotta be pulling our legs!”

“I'm really not,” Kirana insisted, sinking deeper into the beanbag chair as her friends crowded around her. “They were super nice to me... It freaked me out even more than the clones and I ended up yelling at them.”

“You yelled at the Lords of Sin and survived?!” Erkid would have pounced on her if not for Talon holding him back. “How?!”

The lesser demons listened in shock and awe as Kirana explained how her alternate self had pacts with all seven Avatars, and without having to give up her soul too. “But even though I didn't, they were still so kind. I think they must really like the other me.”

“What about us?” Belyth asked. “We had to be there too, right?”

“You were, but I was a complete stranger to you. None of you recognized me, which really sucked.”

Igfuur squeezed the stuffed Devilbear in his arms. Vorgo opened another tin of snacks and offered Kirana her favorite candy.

“My room was so pretty, and there was so much stuff in it! I didn’t get to enjoy it much though, not when the brothers kept asking me to hang out with them. Satan was…” Kirana trailed off, but her reddening cheeks gave away exactly how she felt about her old crush.

“Do you wish you could’ve stayed?” Dracius spoke up quietly, and all heads turned to him. “You had everything there, and—”

Kirana grabbed his hand and yanked him down next to her. Dracius barely managed to avoid falling into her lap, blushing furiously at the close proximity. “Of course not! You’re my first friends here, and I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything!”

“Group hug!” Erkid and Rache yelled together before dogpiling the two. The rest didn’t hesitate to join in, glad to have their favorite human back with them again.

Purgatory Hall gang in DWBD AU

Solomon is beyond jealous. He knows about canon!Kirana’s pacts of course, he’d seen her use them here when the brothers had gotten a little too possessive of her, but how in the nine circles did she manage to land Lucifer all seven Avatars?! For free?! Canon!Kirana must have sensed how power-hungry Solomon is here because she doesn’t tell him anything, leaving Solomon no choice but to grill DWBD!Kirana when she comes back. Too bad she was too freaked out by the canon brothers to learn anything useful :)

Simeon is just glad DWBD!Kirana made it back safe and sound, but Luke is skeptical about her experiences in canon. He doesn’t believe the brothers could be genuinely nice, especially since the ones here have been trying all sorts of tricks to regain her friendship. Still, it relieves the angels to know that their Kirana was well taken care of, had lots of good food to eat and slept in a comfortable bed every night.

Purgatory Hall gang in canon

None of them would ever admit this out loud, but they miss having Kirana all to themselves.

They tell canon!Kirana about how her other self would automatically follow them back to Purgatory Hall after classes and spend most of her time there, and how they started buying extra groceries to prep meals for her.

They don’t mention how DWBD!Kirana had been so much more present with them, even if it’s because she was trying to get away from the brothers. It breaks their hearts to learn what happened to her in her own timeline, and they don’t hesitate to help her locate her lesser demon friends (and console her when they inevitably don’t recognize her).

“Thank you, for taking care of the other me,” Kirana says when she finally gets the chance to catch up with them after her return. She makes it a point to hang out with them more often, grateful that no matter which timeline she’s in, there’s people in her corner watching over her.