#sera's probably one of em

[barblaz-arts]

I know it's not relevant but I need to know. Is the school mascot at your High School Au a duck? because there's no way Lucifer is the principal and misses the chance to make his high school mascot a duck.

I would love to, but a team announcing that they're "The Pentagram Ducks!!" kinda sounds lame af ngl so I'm making their mascot a swan instead. Close enuff, and the Ugly Duckling reference still gets to be there! I wanted the mascot to either be an angel or devil to make it even more on the nose, but struggled to stick with either one since there's a mixture of canon angels and demons in this AU. If it's a swan tho you can pick and choose to picture either a white swan for an angel or a black swan for something darker. Best of both worlds!

(Lucifer probably did want it to be a duck but he didn't get the final say on it)

[pinacoladamatata]

do u see my vision? chief resident felassan and attending solas

[sniigura-archive]

Adam x fem!reader

Summary: A glimps into the future.

roughly based on this and this; can be read as a little epilogue for college au but also can be a standalone

tag/cw/tw: children, adam and reader as parents, parenting, fight between parent and child, puberty

It’s evening when you return home, the sun was slowly settling into the horizon, saying goodbye with its warm orange rays. A much needed outing is was lured you out of the house.

When you close the door behind you, you hear loud music blast through the house. That already was enough of an indicator on what kind of day today was for your family. You hear the TV quietly play, with cutlery hitting porcelain. While you took one shoe off, you hopped towards the living room to take a peak in.

Your two daughters sat on the couch, eating cereal. 17 and 9. Your oldest and youngest. They barley acknowledge you with a weak “Hey Mama.” You sigh, exhaustion settling into your bones. The nigh-shift has begone for you.

You try not to gossip with your children about their siblings or father. The emphasis is on try, and you needed to check out the situation.

“What’s going on?” You decide on asking. You finally were able to weasel out of your other shoe, stepping into the living room.

“We are jus’ wasching TV.” Your youngest spoke through a mouth full off cereal. You smile at her stuffed cheeks.

Settling on your eldest, you look into her golden eyes. Her dark ringlet curls framed her face perfectly. You always said that she got her hair from sera, and everything else from Adam.

“Father and Mr. Puberty we’re going at it. They were already fighting when we got home.” Your eldest took out her youngest sister today, she just thinks her oldest sister is the coolest. So you made sure they had money and the car to spend time together. You slipped your eldest some extra cash in the morning, thanking her for taking the time out of her day. You remember being 17 and thinking your younger siblings being annoying and embarrassing.

“Hmmm. You need me to bring you to bed, sweetheart?” You ask your youngest. Even though it’s not a school night, messing up a good sleep schedule is horrible. She was already yawning, and rubbing her eyes. She scrunched up her nose, and furrowed her brows.

“No. I can’t sleep when the musics so loud…Can’t I stay up a little longer? Please?” She begged you. You rubbed your neck, knowing that she’s right. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it wasn’t that late.

“Alright. But! When I say you need to get into bed, you do without complaining. That includes brushing your teeth! Got it? You’re a big girl now.” You put on your mom voice, while your daughter nodded her head so vigorously that you were afraid it would fall off. She would have probably agreed to anything if it meant being able to stay up later. You brushed a hand through her hair, your little mini me.

You consider, for a moment, if you should go upstairs. Talk to your oldest son. But he sadly got the temperament from his father, so you knew the best thing is to wait till the music got quieter. You weren’t sure when the fighting stopped and you didn’t want to provoke him some more.

Kissing both your daughters foreheads, you walk towards the kitchen. From there you step out into the terrace, seeing your husband sit on the wood. Sulking. He didn’t even look back, when you walked towards him.

You brushed your hand over his shoulder, sitting down besides him.

“Hi, my love….You wanna talk about it?” You ask him, carefully.

Adam scoffed, but he didn’t shake your hand off. That’s good. He rolled his head, like he was playing with the words in his mind,

“..Nothing to talk about. Just wondering if there’s anyway to reverse ageing to keep ‘em babies forever.”

You laugh at that. The baby stage was Adam’s favourite phase. When they were small enough to fit into his one hand, when they couldn’t talk back, when he and you were their whole world. He misses that. You knew that. He wasn’t bothered about changing diapers and waking up every 3 hours to feed them. His heart broke when they took their first steps (away from him), said their first words, and had their first kindergarten and school days.

For you personally, the fun begins when they can talk back to you and walk. You love watching them grow and seeing what kind of people they grow up to be.

“I’m afraid not.” You sadly tell him. Adam sighs, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his side. He was starting to relax.

“I mean, we aren’t getting younger either.” You say, gently taking his face into your hand. He’s still the handsomest guy you know, with the extra wrinkles and gray hair. God bless him for not going bald, his hair line is still strong.

“Yeah, but milfs are hot, baby.” You snort at his words.

“So are dilfs.” He wraps his arm tighter around you. Adam kisses the top of your head.

He rubes his forehead with his free hand, his nose was scrunched up and brows furrowed, groaning and finally confessing to you, “I just..I don’t fucking get why we don’t get along? Like what the fuck? Are we goddamn fire and water?…More like oil and fire because of how much we piss each other off. I literally have to reconnect with fucking nature here so I don’t completely blow up.”

You rub Adam’s back soothingly.

“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You just know how the other ticks so it hits extra hard when you try to hurt each other.” You whisper to him.

He looks into your eyes, defeated.

“And I think we should have only had daughters. Wayyy better.” He jokes at you. You giggle at that.

“Oh no, they also make me wanna rip my hair out. Everything’s perfect the way it is.” You give him a quick kiss on the lips. The music was getting quieter. You stood up, dusting dirt of your butt.

“Go reconnect with nature while I wrangle with our hellspawn.” You walked back into the house.

Deciding to take a quick peak into the living room, you saw both your daughters fast asleep on the couch. The TV was still running. You softly smile at the sight of them.

Walking up the stairs, you gently knock on the door of your oldest son. His door was decorated in various stickers, all following a dark aesthetic.

“Go away, Adam!.” Came a muffled shout through the door.

If your children started calling you by your first name you would also sit on the terrace, to reconnect with mother nature.

You opened the door, sticking your head through.

“Is just me. You want me to go away?” You gently ask him. It’s like talking to a spooked animal.

His sharp eyes took your form in, till he decided to simply shrug his shoulders. That’s a yes? You stepped in, gently closing the door behind you. It’s kind of like walking on ice, when you talk to a teenager.

Sitting down on his desk chair, you simply spun around in circles while looking around. Since he’s old enough to decorate the room himself, it’s always nice to see the new added details.

“..Can you fucking believe that he asked me to clean up my room? Who does he think he is?” He scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows.

It was really hard to contain your laughter, but somehow you did it.

“I would have also asked you to do that.”. You tell him with a giggle. You stood up, and walked towards him. He was sitting on his bed.

“You know, you all do that.” You booped his nose, and then gently massaged the point between his brows, “And even though you look like us, talk like us, laugh like us you’re still your own people. That’s weird, you know. Having a baby. Taking charge of another person like that. And then suddenly, they yell at you for buying uncool clothes, or for telling them to complete their chores. When, only a moment ago they couldn’t stand the idea of leaving your side.”

He didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

“You really don’t want to talk about it?”

“..Goodnight.” He laid down on the bed. Closing his eyes.

“I love you, sleep well.” With that you left the room. Well that sure was productive.

Walking into your bedroom, you saw that Adam was already in there, getting ready for bed.

“How’s nature?” You playfully asked him.

“It’s fucking calling to me, I swear on that. Returning to the old days of being hunter and gatherers. Wanna come with me?”

“Hmm, no I’m like the biggest fan of modern medicine, you know?….By the way. How dare you ask our son to clean his room?” You playfully asked him.

Adam chuckled at that, “I dunno. I’m just such a horrible father I guess. He fucking called me a control freakish facist?”

You started to get undressed yourself while laughing at that, while Adam watched you with intense eyes.

“How’s it possible you only got sexier with time and pregnancies?” Adam walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him. You smiled at him, till you remembered something.

“Oh my god! Adam, you won’t believe who I saw today. Guess who’s getting a divorce?”

Adam grinned like he just won in the lottery, “No fucking way!”

[ask-daria-morgendorffer]

LUTUALVERSE WRAP-UP: After the Dance

@askoverlordvox can't sue me for this because this interaction technically doesn't even exist. Looks like The Powers That Be got bored and decided to load more busywork onto me (again) which is why I've been tasked with delivering the all-encompassing Lutualverse Wrap-Up. Come join me on this recap of sad gays and what they're doing on your dashboard. 'Tis the season for Flashbacks, because we have backstories in spades. @ask-sera has been taking @ask-emily-em-emmy on a traumatic trip through Heaven which totally doesn't foreshadow anything going on in the current timeline.

And we can't forget about the love-at-first-bite saga between @exorcist-ava and @exorcist-canine, something that all started when a young, smoke-free Ava rearranges Canine's nose with her teeth for tormenting @seraphim-adina, and then continued when they met again later and vandalized some property in the name of romance and artistic expression. This hectic little love story continues with some second date pole-dancing and ends with Canine accepting Ava's aromanticism by breaking up with her. Young love. Never works out.

@your-favorite-therapist has been busy in the past with helping our resident cousin of the cobra chicken @seraphim-sarai find her mentor and with helping Ava, still (mostly) smoke-free, embrace her inner New Yorker, bringing Ava one step closer to the bushy-browed street rat we all know and (somehow) love.

Another blast from the past to keep an eye on is the first meeting between @sinner-peyton and @ask-sadie-morgan during their living years. Peyton before her character development era? Gee, we all know how that will end.

And now in the current timeline, we have @the-cozy-shark opening for business after a conversation between @zestialmorde and @helluvahotelfan. And because this is a Lutualverse event, we can't have peace for five minutes.

Like any sane person, @ask-kori decides to kidnap and torture Ava, all while Canine and Sarai get kidnapped by the newly appointed Goetia @prince-pruflas as they try to get to the Envy Ring. On that note, I should probably mention that @ask-king-paimon decided to remember that @official-stolas was his son just so he could disown him after the whole trial ordeal. @your-favorite-spyho died but got better, and ends up returning to Hell to commit an act of public indecency with Adina after she comes to take him back. @sinner-obie is hard at work turning Peyton into a decent person through the power of love and sweatpants. On the NRWE-verse side of things, @joyer-is-joy has been hard work trying to build a harem from canon and non-canon entities alike. Why? Hell if I know. I just work here. So that's it for today's fascinating wrap-up. @ask-jane-lane, if you're reading this...

-🤓

[contrivedchaos]

So I assume for some reason a rather young Emily ends up falling maybe she asked a few questions she shouldn't have and the elders not wanting another Lucifer just decide to get rid of her before she causes problems. Sera tries her best to stop them from removing her and when that fails tries to jump after her but can't she as High Seraphim has her soul owned by heaven so she can't leave when she tries something like husks chains show up and stop her. Sera desperate and scared for Emily decides to contact Carmilla her ex. They broke up over because they were on different sides when Lucifer rebelled and it was a messy break up both believed very strongly in what side they were on and using paradise lost maybe both were involved in the fighting. Even if Carmilla didn't end up in hell after Lucifer lost they probably wouldn't have gotten back together in the aftermath. But Sera is desperate and with no other choices so she contacts Carmilla and after some arguing explains everything and begs Carmilla to take care of Emily she agrees not for Sera but because she doesn't want someone else to suffer because of heaven's injustice she is still bitter. So she takes Emily in and raises her as one of her own. She and Sera stay civil for Emily's sake since Sera calls everyonce and while to see how she's doing and tell her she loves her. Both of their hatred slowly starts to die down over time.

I see a lot of speculative art and fanfic where Emily ends up falling because she tries to support Charlie. I hope that's not the case.

In this specific scenario, Carmilla would still be bitter in the beginning. Her old lover coming out of nowhere to beg for Emily's sanctuary? It's preposterous. She doesn't owe her anything. Carmilla probably feels no obligation at first. Probably hasn't talked to Sera in hundreds or thousands of years; that's been Lucifer's job, to keep the lines with Heaven open and keep them sated. But the fact that Sera is coming to her specifically this time, before even getting Luci involved, telling her she tried to follow Em but couldn't because Heaven has her in its chains, Carmilla can tell she really means it. Can hear the fear and anguish in her voice. She agrees for Emily's sake.

I like to think she'd take Emily under her proverbial wing like she did Vaggie. Eventually, she helps Emily grow back her wings. Emily learns to fight with angelic weapons and defend herself. Maybe Vaggie and Charlie mentor her, and when she's no longer in shock and has overcome some of the trauma of her fall, she moves into the hotel to help rehabilitate sinners.

I'm not sure if she would ever want to go back to Heaven after everything they've done, but eventually when they realize Sinners can be redeemed, things start to change for the better, and she can reunite with Sera again.

[askthefivefallen]

“Okay, so the key to a good sand castle is a good sand to water ratio. If you have too much water, it’s mud, too much sand and it won’t stick. You want it to stand on its own but still be pliable. Like this,” *Emily squeezes a handful of sand and it keeps the shape of the space between her palm* “Once you have that, you can build it up and shave away what you don’t need. If you make a mistake, just add a little more and fix it.”

*She offers the sand castle building kit to Shamira* “Here, now you try!”

Alright, Sugar, here you go. Go ahead and summon your mask; it's your time to shine.

Shamira smiles, snapping her fingers to summon a periwinkle mask into place. It wasn't the same as her face guard, the fabric far more flexible and permitting her to speak, but it brought her a similar level of peace. She then took the kit Emily handed her, tilting her head as she puzzled through the various pieces. Aside from the bucket that carried the kit, there was a small hand shovel and several molds to build the actual castle. "It seems fairly straight forward."

She kneels down and familiarizes herself with the various components before taking the bucket to dig out a small pit, intending to use it to create a pool of water she could easily draw from and using the displaced sand to build her castle. Then, she went to gather water.

You know, now seems like a good enough time to ask- why sandcastle building?

I'm unsure what you mean with that question.

You're pretty invested in doing this and I'm just curious what about sandcastles has your attention. Not like either of us knew surfing was a bad idea until this morning.

Shamira gathers up water in the bucket and ferries it back to her pit, going back for a second trip as most of the water began seeping through the sand at the bottom.

I am intrigued by the concept and I hope to better understand our dynamic by experiencing the process myself.

Our dynamic?

Yes. We're very much like a sandcastle.

Sugar, I'm pretty good at reading you, but ya gotta explain this one.

Shamira continues bringing water, focused solely on creating her pool of water and conversing with Ass in her head.

Sandcastles combine two concepts that should not make sense together. Sand is malleable, always shifting, dynamic; a castle is not. The stone is immutable, worn away only after ages have passed. You are the sand- dynamic, changing, adapting, and yet you remain true. No matter how the ocean beats against you, you are still the same Ass, despite how much you've changed,l just like you may never walk on the exact same sand but the beach endures. I am the castle; I am set in my ways, virtually incapable of changing easily, and I fear I may be worn away entirely one day.

What makes you think you'll be worn away?

A few things. I'm not as strong as you- spiritually. It's as Emily said; you are a wild, blazing flame. I am not.

Just because you're not a flame doesn't mean you can't endure. Look at the Palace; that's a type of castle and it's been around ages.

... I suppose.

And, even if you're always going to be a castle, that doesn't mean you can't change. You were once a castle dedicated to Sera. Now you're dedicated to Emily.

I changed because you showed me how. In that way, we are a sandcastle- two things that, by all rights, should not be even remotely considered relevant to each other. Yet, we are.

Okay. Well. Couple things. First, whatever our 'dynamic' is, I promise it's gonna be stronger and hardier than any fucking sandcastle.

Noted.

Secondly, sandcastles, even well built ones, are still messy and imperfect. So, it's okay if we're a little messy and imperfect, too.

Reasonable.

Finally, trust Em's word. It's about finding the right ratio, the right balance. It might not be intuitive. But, if we keep working at it, we'll figure it out.

I believe that's a sound strategy.

Awesome. Now, you've been fucking silently filling up that hole with water for, like, ten minutes. Em's probably a little worried.

Shamira blinks and looks up, turning her head to meet Emily's gaze while holding up the bucket. "Preparations are almost complete. Then, construction can begin."

((@ask-emily-em-emmy))

[askoverlordvox]

VOX give your opinion about AAAAALLLLLLL seraphs

we need it now

Oh, that pathetic lot? Fuck, yeah, let's bruise some egos!

Let's start at the figurative bottom. @ask-emily-em-emmy is kinda tied for the bottom of the seraphim hierarchy. She has a position, yeah, but it's one of service, beneath all the Winners, at their whims and mercy. Except, she's smart and charming and she's got the people of Heaven on her side in a way they'd never be on Sera's. I respect that she's aware of the power she wields, even if it takes a lot of pushing to get her to that point. She's kinda like Rosie and Cere, in an Overlord sense; she'll find a way to get what she wants, and everyone's gonna be willing to bend over backwards for her! 9/10, probably the best of the lot, if she ever decides to throw her weight around.

Now, the literal bottom, that's @seraphim-sarai. Stuck as an apprentice. Real shame, too; they're probably the most cutthroat in a way none of the others are. They're willing to hurt the ones they love to achieve their goals; that sort of blind Pride and ambition is something I saw a lot in... well, Val. Difference being: Sarai feels guilt. Probably the one thing that'll keep them from turning out like Val, too. Sometimes, it just takes a crumb of self-awareness. 8.5/10. Not gonna lie, though, I've been watching back some of their tapes. Bitch is living a telenovela and I am invested. Kinda rooting for Milan; I'm a sucker for the messy bitches.

There's a ton of seraphs, but which ones are interesting... ah! @seraphim-grace! Here's a bitch I wouldn't mind killing myself. While Sarai reminds me of the side of Val that made him a good Overlord, Grace reminds me of... everything else. Frankly, how anyone can find Heaven appealing knowing that she's there? Beyond fuckin' me! I will admit she's given me some interesting ideas for some horror and torture flicks we've got in production, so at least I'll profit off her. It'll pay for the therapy I'll need seeing what a chick Val is like. 2/10, how the fuck has she not been stripped down for parts?

And since the rotten apple doesn't fall far from the poisoned tree... @seraphim-adina. Honestly? I like this one. She's a lot like me: calculated, cruel, excellent at her chosen tasks... and a hopeless sap. Lucky for her, she didn't fall for a red radio bastard or get entranced by a... well... Lee was probably on the road to becoming something like Val, but steered onto a different course. 5/10. She's got a way to go before she can wield any true amount of power but she at least isn't afraid of what little power she does have.

Fuck, there's too many of these self important angels... wait, isn't there another little one... @seraphim-perach! Right, kinda peek in on her every now and again. Not much catches my eye; I think we've yet to see the juicy stuff from this one. But, for the scheming and excellent acting, I give her a solid 7/10. I see big things ahead for this one.

I'm capping it here with the top of the heap- the heap of shit. @ask-sera is the ringleader of this circus and the other seraphim's shortcomings are a direct reflect of her that she's too blind to see. Something I can admire about Charlie is that she doesn't, for a moment, misunderstand where the fuck she is. Sera's head is shoved so far up her own ass, I'm surprised she hasn't collapsed into a singularity. For someone so obsessed with purity and holiness, she's awfully blind to the dark filth surrounding her. But that's what Pride, Sloth, Wrath, and Greed can do to a person, when they refuse to acknowledge the Sin in their own heart. -10/10. If she was half the seraphim she thinks she is, she wouldn't be running a palace that harbors abusers.

Yeah, I'm a fucking Overlord in literal Hell, but even I have standards!

[daitranscripts]

Trespasser Pt. 18

Ataashi

Trespasser Masterpost Previous: The Darvaarad

They enter a room, and a dragon roars in the distance.

PC: Dragon’s breath is… an actual dragon?

Spearman: Teth al! Bas!

Viddasala: Inquisition! Nehraa Ataashi-asaara meravas adim kata!

Choice dependent dialogue:

Allied Qunari/Did not complete Bull’s personal quest [1]

Saved the Chargers/Did not recruit Bull [2]

1 - Allied Qunari/Did not complete Bull’s personal quest

Bull in party Viddasala: Hissrad! Now, please. Vinek kathas. Iron Bull: Understood, ma’am. Bull draws his weapon and turns on the party. Iron Bull: Change of plans. Nothing personal… bas.

Bull not in party Viddasala: Hissrad! We need you. Vinek kathas. Bull walks in. Iron Bull: Good call leaving me behind. The Viddasala asked me to lend a hand, though. Nothing personal… bas.

The party fights until all the Qunari fall.

[These banters are in order of priority: The game will try to trigger three of the lines, going from the top down. Only one of the first group will trigger before moving on to the next group. The second and third banters will pull from the second group based on party members and list priority. If Varric and/or Dorian are in the party, they will always speak twice with their lines from the third group, even if it adds a fourth line.]

Party comments:

Dorian: The Iron Bull must have been so proud of himself. “Kadan…” (Laughs bitterly.)

Dorian: So, the Iron Bull. Trust a Qunari and see where it gets you.

Varric: Still can’t believe Bull turned on us.

Cole: the Iron Bull… He was kind but always ready underneath.

Sera: Frigging Bull. Pissballs!

Vivienne: The Iron Bull’s betrayal was inevitable, dear.

Cassandra: The Iron Bull…

Blackwall: So the Bull turned.

Party comments:

Blackwall: He was honest with you from the start, I’ll give him that much.

Cassandra: I should have known. It was my duty to have known.

Vivienne (“ma’am” banter triggered ): All that time, calling me “ma’am”… clever boy.

Vivienne (Bull never called Vivienne “ma’am”): I believe that when we are done here, there will be an Exalted March on Par Vollen.

Sera: This whole time? Just… frig, frigging, lop-horned son of a pissing shit! Rrrgh!

Cole: I didn’t feel it. There wasn’t any pain.

Party comments:

Varric: He’s a better liar than I gave him credit for.

Dorian: Vishante Kaffas.

Dialogue options:

Angry (romanced): That lying asshole used me! PC: Cheating, lying, manipulative Ben-Hassrath bastard! How could he lie beside me for years, and… and… ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Sad (romanced): I loved him. PC: Everything we had, everything I thought we… Katoh. Katoh. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Confused: I can’t believe it. PC: I still don’t understand how he could fight beside us for years, and just… ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Stoic: We deal with it later.

PC: Come on. Let’s move. [6]

2 - Saved the Chargers/Did not recruit Bull

Bull not in party/not recruited Viddasala: You have come far enough, Inquisitor. No more. [6]

Bull in party Viddasala: Hissrad! Now, please. Vinek kathas. Iron Bull: Not a chance, ma’am.

They fight the Qunari.

Party comments:

Dorian/Bull romance Dorian: Are you all right? Iron Bull: Never better, kadan. Dorian: Glad to hear it… amatus. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Dorian: Are you all right, Bull?

Varric: You okay, Tiny?

Cole: Words like a whip. An old name burns like a broken dreadnaught. The Iron Bull, you’re hurt.

Sera: Bull, you good? I mean, I can see how what’s-her-name could get in someone’s head.

Vivienne: No regrets at turning your back on your people, Iron Bull?

Cassandra: Bull, what you did cannot have been easy.

Blackwall: For a moment there, Bull, I thought you were going to turn on us. You all right?

Iron Bull: The Iron Bull is just fine. When this is over, drinks are on me. Probably a lot of ‘em.

Romanced Iron Bull: You ready to finish this, kadan?

General: Ohhhhh, yes. [3]

General: If you’re here. [4]

General: Readier than you are! [5]

3 - General: Ohhhhh, yes. PC: Let’s go kick the Viddasala’s ass. Iron Bull: Damn right. [6]

4 - General: If you’re here. PC: As long as you’re by my side. Iron Bull: Always. [6]

5 - General: Readier than you are! PC: Just try to keep up, darling. Iron Bull: (Laughs.) [6]

Not romanced Iron Bull: All right, break time’s over. Let’s do this. [6]

6 - Scene continues.

The PC looks around and finds a note tacked up nearby.

Portions of this are in indecipherable Qunlat, with what might be formulas in an unfamiliar number system. One section has been translated for viddathari workers in the factory, then circled, repeatedly underlined, with arrows drawn around it by someone who was clearly very insistent that it be read: ㅤㅤ ㅤ For primers, combine NO MORE THAN ONE PART Ataashi venom with an equal amount of deathroot auxin and THREE PARTS powdered silverite. Adding more venom WILL DISSOLVE THE CASING ON THE PRIMERS HERE IN THE FACTORY AND FILL THE ROOM WITH DEADLY GAS. Whoever keeps getting the formula wrong needs to see me immediately! We have a great many primers to make on a tight schedule and cannot afford any more delays due to mistakes!

They continue through the gaatlok factory until they find the dragon in the venom extraction chamber.

Party comments:

Iron Bull: So boss, we gonna fight the dragon or what?

Blackwall: This monster is too dangerous. We can’t let the Qunari keep it.

Vivienne: If this creature is as vital to the Qunari operation as it looks, we should destroy it at once, dear.

Dorian: The Qunari obviously need the dragon’s venom. No dragon, no more plan.

PC: We can’t leave the dragon here. Whatever they’re using it for can’t be good for us.

Party comments:

Cassandra: Her captors have already mutilated her. It seems needlessly cruel to kill her.

Cole: She’s scared. She doesn’t want to be here. They hurt her.

Sera: They pulled so much… life or something out of her. That’s not… Ugh! How’d they ruin fighting a dragon?

Varric: This dragon’s in bad shape. Seems like kicking a wounded puppy. You know, the giant fire-breathing kind.

The PC moves near the gate cranks.

Blackwall: Over there! I think that wheel opens the gate!

Cassandra: That wheel should open up the main gate!

Iron Bull: The controls for these gates are over there, boss!

They begin to open the gate.

Cole: Yes! We're helping her!

Dorian: You've got it! It's opening!

Sera: The doors are opening! Keep doing the thing!

Vivienne: That's it, darling! Keep going!

The Viddasala calls in more reinforcements.

Viddasala: Ataashi itwa—karasaam!

Sera (married): If that bint ruins my honeymoon, I will wear her Qun for a boot! Let's wrap it up, love!

Sera (romanced): She's next, right? Because you, her, and a dragon in one day? Otter's frigging pocket!

Sera (not-romanced): Why do the pretty ones have to run their mouths! Dragon first, then right up her business!

The Viddasala shouts through the fight.

Viddasala: This is the honor of the Inquisition? Attacking an innocent creature?

Viddasala: We will not let you cut down the ataashi!

Viddasala: Parshaara!

Viddasala: Meravas adim kata!

The PC opens the gate before opening the barriers.

Blackwall: The gate is ready! Now we have to clear a path!

Cassandra: The gate is open! Now we move the rings!

Iron Bull: Halfway there, boss! We've got the gate. Let's open the barriers!

The PC starts to turn the barriers.

Vivienne: Turn the rings! Those barriers are holding the dragon!

Dorian: If we move those rings, we can clear a path for the dragon!

Varric: If we can move these rings, we can let the dragon loose!

The dragon gets damaged as the PC moves the barriers.

Vivienne: The barriers are killing it!

Dorian: If we're trying to kill the monster, that certainly works.

The barriers get blocked by debris.

Blackwall: It's stuck on something!

Cassandra: The barrier is blocked! It cannot move!

Iron Bull: There's a bunch of crap stopping it from moving, boss!

The PC sets the barriers but the gate is closed.

PC: The barriers are set. Now we just need to open the gate!

The PC opens the gates and the barriers are open. The dragon flies off, taking a Qunari with it.

Cole: She’s free! She’s leaving!

Sera: Oh, this will be legend!

Iron Bull: That's it! There goes our dragon!

Next: Agent of Fen’Harel

[jinxed-sinner]

Has anyone (including me) pointed out that the two known fallen angels (Lucifer and Vaggie) were forced out of Heaven, which indicates that angels can't spontaneously fall and have to be physically removed from Heaven?

In Lucifer's case, he was kicked out because he gave the Fruit of Knowledge to Eve. He isn't mentioned to have simply fallen, he was physically kicked out of Heaven. The visuals at the start of More Than Anything also support this, if you want to make the argument that the prologue bit in Overture is unreliable for any reason.

In Vaggie's case, she was attacked by Lute and forcibly had her halo and wings taken from her (as you can actually see Lute toss Vaggie's halo to Adam as they walk away in that flashback in Welcome to Heaven). Without her wings, she wouldn't have been able to get back into Heaven and was forced to stay in Hell.

This adds an extra layer to Sera telling Emily she doesn't want her to end up like Lucifer. Sera would have to physically kick her out of Heaven, she's not going to fall spontaneously because from what we've seen and as far as we know, angels can't fall spontaneously.

We also know Sera is the top seraph (going by both what we've seen in Hazbin Hotel and by biblical canon, as it wouldn't be a stretch to assume Sera is Hazbin Hotel's version of Seraphiel) and, assuming God exists in the Hellaverse, she's the second most powerful being in Heaven (if God doesn't exist in the Hellaverse, she's probably the most powerful person in the show). It's also not a stretch to assume she wields this power by threatening anyone who questions Heaven. Sera very likely uses intimidation and fear to control Heaven, and it'd be really easy to threaten other angels with falling to control them.

Like genuinely I don't think angels can fall spontaneously. I feel like Adam (possibly Lute too idk) would've fallen by the start of the series if they could. I think the threat of falling spontaneously is purely made up by Sera so the other angels are easier to control. Of course, this is just a theory/headcanon. But to me, it explains so much of Sera's behavior. Why she's so controlling, why she's so afraid of Emily standing up to her. Because if Em """needs""" to fall, Sera would be the one kicking her out of Heaven, not some higher force forcing her to Hell.

[seramilla]

I will probably end up writing an overlord Sera fic if I ever get the time since I keep getting ideas. But I am thinking Emily sneaks out of heaven somehow and lands in hell. My guess to hid her wings she just folds them up tightly and puts a shirt on over them. She goes wandering around asking for her sister Sera whatever their last name is. Nothing too bad happens to her because she says publicly she is Sera's sister and no one wants to mess with her though some people maybe start telling other overlords that Sera's sister is in hell. Eventually she ends up among the cannibals and well being from heaven she smells tasty and the cannibals notice it and mouths watering are surrounding Emily though Roise notices somethings up and finds an adorable and scared girl asking for help and after getting the Susan and the rest to leave them alone gets the story from Emily. She decides to take Emily to Sera's personally and gives her to Sera without demanding even demanding a ransom. The vees send people to Cannibal town but they are late and get a bit eaten.

When Rosie woke up that morning, she hadn’t been expecting some doe-eyed, defenseless girl to show up in her territory, let alone one asking for Sera Espinosa by name. The girl is exhausted, and Rosie can tell she’s been through the ringer. Her once-white robes are covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Her cannibals hadn’t helped in that regard. She’d found them surrounding her, unsure if the specimen in front of them was friend or food. She looked freshly deceased, and so out of place in Hell, Rosie had been almost convinced she had a more Heavenly origin.

But she couldn’t think about that now. She’d taken the girl back to her emporium, more than a little worse for wear, and closed up shop early to give her some much-needed rest and privacy. The girl was shaking, curled up on her fluffy couch in the fetal position, knees pulled up to her chest like a child. She wasn’t a child, but those big, searching eyes looked at her, and her parlor, liked she’d walked into a place worse than Hell. Poor thing, Rosie thinks to herself, as she places a warm cup of chamomile mint tea in front of her on the coffee table. The girl doesn’t reach for it, but looks at Rosie tentatively, curiously.

“Now,” Rosie says, sitting on the couch next to the girl, putting her hand on her shoulder, but she flinches. “What did you say your name was, sweetheart?”

“Em—Emily.” She’s still shaking.

“And why are you looking for Miss Espinosa?”

“She’s my…si-sister.”

“Your sister? Sera never told me she had a sister. When did you die, honey? Do you know where you are?”

Emily doesn’t answer the first question, but she nods to answer the second.

“Okay, that’s a start,” Rosie says, patting her leg affectionately, to calm the girl’s racing heart and darting eyes. “Let me get you a blanket. You can take a nap, and then we’ll see about finding your sister.”

Emily nods, sighing heavily, and once Rosie wraps her in the warm fur, the girl is off to sleep in minutes.

Rosie has a lot of questions. But first thing’s first, she figures she’d better contact Sera directly. This can’t wait until their next overlord meeting. She’d also like to keep this recent development mum, in case the Vees catch wind of it. She can’t imagine what they’d do to poor Emily.

Rosie picks up the receiver from her rotary dial phone on the wall, and begins calling. She can’t wait to hear what Sera has to say about this.

[winterxisxcomingx]

Maybe dumb idea but Sera sees Charlie amd Vaggie being romantic and goes to tell Emily her girlfriend is cheating on her only to be told that the 3 are dating. This probably and nicer more supportive Sera than normal I also like to imagine her thinking she had 2 girlfriends and I have no one.

nah, no idea is dumb, my dear!

and yeah, if Sera was more open-minded it would probably work like that. She would give Emily pep talk about relationships and God etc, and then next week she sees Charlie with Vaggie holding hands.

Em would have to try to calm Sera down, because she would,,, ah, be mad, because no one cheats on Emily!

(also last sentence is such a mood sdfgh)

[alcoris-shiz]

One Hell Of A Love (Part 2)

A/N: Welcome back! Long weekend, I know! But if you need a refresher on my upload schedule, do check my master list, as it has already been released, and stories and when I will be releasing fanfiction on who!

Once again down below is a sketch I did last week, just a quick doodle. But it's so you can just draw your OC or yourself into the picture with him. I also take commissions, I love working with people who are on a budget. I hope you guys like it!

Part 1 Part 2

Chapter 2: Once In An Afterlife ｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ~ Master List~ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Y/N’s POV

I glanced at Sir Pentious’s sleeping form next to me and snuggled into his side. He had come in last night and complained that it was cold, I just scooted over and let him cuddle into me. I did kind of like these weird sappy moments funny enough. It would make my chest swell and I’d get giddy when he did things like this. We could talk about anything and I appreciated it.

It’s been a month, but there was no sign of him moving out. I don’t want him to either, though it is up to him! But I did the normal, I got up, and made drinks. He had once said he had a sweet tooth so I showed him the beauty of a Red Bull spritzer. While blending them I heard shuffling and something fell behind me, I glanced back but saw nothing. Until something grabbed me and I realized that it was just a sleepy Sir Pentious hugging me. “I missssed you, where’d you go?” he asked pouting.

“I just came out to get us drinks and some breakfast going.” I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to hug him. I looked up at him and paused, he stared into my eyes and I blushed. I leaned closer while looking at him. We were centimeters apart and he jumped back. “You know! When I died during the battle, I had told ssomebody ssomething. I had sssaid I loved them… and then I wass dead.” I sat in confusion before I processed what he had said.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you had been with someone. You’re probably waiting to see them again, aren’t you? I mean of course you were dating someone! You’re you and perfect and- I’ll shut up.” I stuttered and paused. Wow, that was smooth. 

“I don’t think I have the same feelings for her that I have for you.” I stared at him and blushed. 

“You think I’m perfect?” I blushed hard and nodded.

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“I know there is a way to stop the extermination! He may have got something good from it, but what about all the souls that didn’t?” Sera slammed the table and looked at me with a bone-chilling stare. “I don’t want to have to get rid of you, you’re Emily’s best friend. I will do what I have to, if that means you disappearing with no trace, that’s what it means.”

I glared daggers at her as the door swung open, “Whatever you say... Princess-” I hissed and I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?” I glanced at Em and sighed. “It’s nothing, I just was worried about the extermination. Pentious has been through a lot and- I can’t see him have to go through that again, he knows when it is and he is scared and I am upset that we would do something that could hurt-”

“That is enough! I am done with this conversation! Emily- Take you’re friend out of here… now!”

I followed Emily out the door and was met with Sir Pentious. “Hey hey hey~ what’s wrong?” He grabbed me, hugged me tight, and kissed the top of my head. “It will be okay. Charlie will take care of it even if you can’t.” I buried my face in his chest and felt tears. “I will help, I will,” I said and felt a hand on my back. 

I looked at Emily and she smiled softly. “We are here for you, we will make sure this ends.”

I smiled at her and nodded.

“But like- you two… are you a thing?”

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(Another month later)

I woke up and put my head on Sir Pentious's shoulder, I felt his arm snake around my waist and pull me closer as he rolled to his side. “Mine.” I chuckled and nuzzled into him as he hung on to me. “This is why people think we’re a couple Pen,” I whispered against his chest. 

He pulled me closer, “Not couple, just cozy.” Pentious whispered back. “Mmm but wanna kiss you, can’t we just play couple?” I whispered back jokingly, I laughed at my own nonsense and watched him pull back and look at me.

“Wasss that a joke?” he asked looking at me confused. I giggled again and nuzzled into him. “Maybe, baby. Wanna find out?” I asked giggling again. “Uhhh-”

“While you think that over, I’m gonna go grab us a coffee, I need wake-up juice and sweets.” I rolled over and sat up on my bed. I took a look around, his stuff is slowly creeping its way in here. Even his fancy headboard had replaced my old one. I added another bookshelf for his blueprints and stuff. I loved it though, made everything feel a bit more homey.

“But if I were to want a kisss, how would you feel?” Sir Pentious asked glancing at me awkwardly. I blushed and looked at him, smiling I leaned over and kissed him passionately. But I quickly pulled away and stood. He fell on the bed face first and looked up quickly. “I have to go get coffee now, I will be back in about 20.”

“Wait, Y/N!” I looked back at him. “I love you.” I blushed and smiled at him. “I love you too.” I quickly walked out of the room and house turning to go across the street where my favorite coffee shop was. I saw Em standing there waving.

“Sooo? Now are you together?” She asked handing me my coffee and a bag full of different foods. Looking through the bag I laughed. “I think, maybe we’re close. He said he loved me today… I said it back.” I said smiling and touching my lips. “I love him,” I said happily.

“I’m so excited for you! You have to keep me informed!” she squealed and clasped her hands together as I walked into the coffee shop and put in another order to get something for Sir Pentious. “I feel so lucky, he was with someone else, in Hell, ya know? He died because he loved her. What if she gets redeemed? Would he still want me?” I asked looking at Em sadly, 

She placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled softly, “He won’t leave you, he is honest. The first redeemable soul. He will stick with you, I know it.” I nodded before ordering what I thought he would like best.

“Thanks, Em. Also, you didn’t have to come down here and order all this food for me.” she laughed in response, “Of course I had to! We’re celebrating! But- I know you can’t wait to go home and make things official with your new toy. So I will be going. Love ya!” She made a heart with her fingers before waving and exciting animatedly.

I laughed and grabbed the coffee and food I ordered Sir Pentious. I turned around to be met with two irritated-looking faces. “So… you and Sir Pentious huh?” Lute asked crossing her arms across her chest. I nodded and blushed. “It’s nothing official yet, we’re just talking,” I said looking between Lute and Sera.

“You know… if you were to date him, you’d have to be careful. You don’t want him to wind up in hell again.” I glared. “Don’t touch him, you can do whatever to me. But he died in an honorary way that earned him the right to be here. You do not get to take that from him because you’re mad. Adam deserved to die the way he did, he hurt so many just to get off. Sir Pentious would never-” I felt the world light up around me in a painful way. “You~Dare~Say~One~More~Thing~About~Adam~” I cried out in pain and collapsed on the floor. Blood ran from my mouth and nose as I reached up to feel it.”

“This is strike two young one, don’t make it harder on yourself than it has to be.”

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I limped into the house and sat the food and new drinks on the table. Sighing heavily, I sat on the couch and put my head in my arms. I could feel my eyes begin to swell but was still trying to keep my composure, or at least the little bit that there was.

“Y/N? Where have you been my love?” I heard Sir Pentious ask as he sat down next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I sniffled and looked up at him, “Y-Your food and coffee are on the table.” 

He grabbed my face and lifted it. “Why are you crying? You have bruisess on your pretty little faccce. What happened?” I shook my head, “I just had a bad morning, but it’s okay.”

He slowly rubbed my cheek with his thumb and I leaned into it. I watched as he slowly got closer to me and sniffled. “Kiss me.” I watched the blush spread on his face as he leaned over and kissed me. I pressed into it and nuzzled against his neck after pulling apart. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Will you be my boyfriend now Pen?” I asked quietly.

Pentious’s breath hitched and I felt him grab me tighter. “Yesss of courssse I would want nothing more than for you to be my partner.” I smiled at him and kissed him again. “I-I know we have eternity and whatnot. I want a family and to get married. I want you, I want to know what you want from this relationship so I know you won’t regret being with me.” I watched as he stood and grabbed the cups off the table along with the bag. He handed me mine and smiled at me softly.

“I want to marry you too and have a family. After a year, we can discuss marriage. I have to properly court you first after all!” I giggled and he handed me my coffee and sat the bag between us. Slowly he opened the bag and handed me a muffin after kissing it. “Here’s my first gift.” I giggled again and rolled my eyes. “Thank you, Pen.” I said smiling at him.

“Now why do you have bruises?” he asked softly and my eyes swelled. “I- I brought up Adam’s death to Lute, told her maybe he deserved it… she wasn’t very happy,” I said.

He hissed and I jumped looking at him. “I have watched that monssster kill, I will not let her hurt you!” his eyes glowed red. “No no, calm down, it’s okay. I will be okay.” he looked at me worried but relaxed. “If I hear that she hurts you again, I will hurt her-” he hissed again. 

I leaned over and kissed him softly, “I love you Pentious.”

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered as our foreheads touched.

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Word Count: 1,829 A/N: Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it! Just a friendly reminder to check out my other stories, tomorrow I believe I will be updating The Apple Falls Far From The Tree. Parts 2 and 3 will be uploaded for those of you who were reading and wanted to skip part 2. Much love 🩷

[contreparry]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for the pairing of your choice?

Absolutely! Here's some DagnaxSera for @dadrunkwriting!

Sera was a great deal cleverer than people gave her credit for.

She was chaos incarnate and reveled in mischief, but she was thoughtful as well. Observant. She planned things, just with her own process and in her own time.

Sera was also insatiably curious, much to Dagna's delight. It was all well and good to have someone willingly be a captive audience to her academic ramblings, but Sera asked questions. Good questions. And her questions built up on her previous knowledge, grew more and more insightful the more she knew about Dagna's work. If she had the inclination and patience, Sera would probably be at Dagna's level of expertise with rune translation within the year.

Perhaps that was a little bit of an overstatement, but most people underestimated Sera. Someone ought to make up the difference.

"What's that?"

"Oh, that's an ancient rune- might have something to do with imprisoning? Not quite sure-" Dagna wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her wrist. The runes were practically swimming in her eyes. Too much work and no breaks made her slow and tired and bad at her job, but Dagna wanted to finish translating this last rune before she retired for the night.

"Hmm. It's got those wiggly dashes like that other rune you had, Widdle," Sera grabbed the magnifying glass off the worktable and held it before the rune. "Yeah, three wiggle dashes, like tadpoles. Wasn't that a... eh... freezing symbol?"

"Suspension!" Dagna exclaimed, and at a second glance (a better glance) Dagna could confirm that Sera was right. A suspension rune, combined with what had to be time... Dagna turned the stone over in her fingers, examining the etchings with a critical eye. The translation was there on the tip of her tongue, but it was...

"Freezing time?" Dagna frowned. "That sounds ridiculous. But all things considered, it's hardly a surprise."

"Dorian does time stuff. Did? Got scared proper because of that, ummmm, thing," Sera said, and she hoisted herself up onto the workbench. "Doesn't look like any of the runes you work with, though. All... cloudy-like. Not clear at all." She wrinkled her nose, glaring at the stone as if she could unlock all its secrets with her gaze alone. Dagna beamed with delight. Sera really had been paying attention these past three months!

"An excellent observation, Sera! The stone is cloudy because the rune is... hmm... how to say this properly..."

"It's shite?"

"... it's shite. It pains me to say that about a fellow arcanist's work, especially one who was so ambitious, but... this stone is poorly crafted. Grand concept, bad foundation," Dagna sighed. "I've got a whole chest full of ancient runestones like this. Such a waste of material, and I can't fix them. All I can do is take their mistakes and learn from them." And she had learned a lot, learned what didn't work, learned what was a waste of time, learned what ancient arcanists thought was important (a steam stone was certainly... something).

"Or you can hand them to me. And I'll find a use for them colorful pebbles," Sera suggested coyly, and she curled her hand around the dead runestone. Dagna clicked her tongue and reached for the stone, but Sera stretched and kept it out of her grasp.

"Sera. Scattering useless runestones in front of the doors of visiting nobles isn't useful," Dagna scolded.

"Useful for me! Reminds them exactly what they're dealing with. Keeps 'em humble," Sera grumbled, but she returned the stone into Dagna's expectant hands. "Keeps me entertained, too."

"You know... I have some other runes that need translating. Ones that might be a little more... immediately useful." she suggested, and Sera's grin was infectious.

"What're we waitin' for, Widdle? Bring 'em out!" Sera insisted with a bright and bold laugh. magnifying glass in hand and a wild light in her eyes. Dagna smiled and pulled a small jewelry chest out from underneath the workbench.

When you laugh like that, it just— you’re so beautiful, you know that?” Dagna said when she emerged and set the box on the bench. Sera rummaged through the runes like a magpie, nimble fingers plucking every stone that caught her fancy and her eyes darting this way and that. Dagna loved watching her twist and turn new ideas, loved trying to guess what Sera would work out on her own when she picked at a new problem to unravel. As she sorted through the items Sera giggled.

“Oooo, flattery! You always know how to butter me up,” Sera coyly said. “What do you think would happen if we combined one of ‘em time runes that worked proper like with some ice? Make a insta-frozen puddle in the dining hall during one o’ them big affairs, hmm?”

People really underestimated Sera, but that was to their detriment, Dagna thought as she watched Sera pick through the finished runes and analyze them with the air of a true professional. But Dagna knew the truth, and that warmed her to her very toes.

[seoness]

Hello, I hope you are doing well!!

I found “Our Voyage Home” the other day and have absolutely burned through it. I actually just finished the last posted chapter from April! I was wondering if you plan on continuing? I am head over heels for your writing and am about to dive headfirst into all of your works, on ao3 and tumblr both, but have grown to adore Sera and her story. PLEASE continue writing it- it’s probably one of the best ASOIAF fics Ive ever read (I’ve easily read a hundred or more, unsure on how many though)!!!! You write the Hound so freaking well and your OCs are absolutely top tier. Your writing in general is gorgeous but I could go on and on about how amazing the series is so far. Again, please please PLEASE continue it!! You’re amazing!

Thank you! ✨I am delighted you've liked the story so far. It is my intent and goal to finish the story. There is madness, twists and turns ahead. I just need to fucking write 'em. I am in a long-drawn funk, but I ain't abandoning that series until the end, maybe if the apocalypse happened and probably if I ended up dying.

[thedragonagelesbian]

(After Here Lies the Abyss)

Solas: Cyrus, have you been sleeping well as of late?

Cyrus: Yes. Why do you ask?

Solas: I had thought to visit you in your dreams, as I have previously done with Gwendolyn. You are no mage, nor do you possess the Anchor to tie you to the Fade, but you have spent your whole life surrounded by magic. I assumed it would be easy to locate you. When I did not, I wondered if something else might have been keeping your mind from the Fade. The stress of becoming Inquisitor, perhaps.

(if Varric is in the party)

Varric: Nope. He sleeps like a baby every time. Practically the healthiest thing about him.

(otherwise)

Cyrus: It's kind of funny. Despite everything, getting a good night's rest has always been easy for me.

Solas: And your dreams have been good as well?

Cyrus: That I'm less sure about. I never remember my dreams.

Solas: Never?

Cyrus: Not since I was a child, I think. Perhaps they're all just really boring. I'm not a mage, after all.

Solas: Yet you are still an elf. You still connect with the Fade when you sleep, however distantly. You should retain some faint impression of those visits... Curious.

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(After Return to Kirkwall)

Cyrus: Solas, I thought you should know, when I said I don't remember my dreams, that wasn't strictly true. They were more vivid after Adamant. Still... distant, but I would wake up with these lingering feelings. A vague notion that I was being chased, or some dull sense of comfort.

Solas: It stands to reason that our physical trip through the Fade strengthened your connection to it, though what could have weakened that connection in the first place is still a mystery to me.

Cyrus: That's actually why I bring it up again. They, um... It's probably unrelated, but it stopped again after visiting Kirkwall.

Solas: That's... Hm. I'm not sure what to make of that, actually. Magical phenomena in places where the Veil is thin are one thing, but to elicit such an acute yet pronounced effect... I'll have to think on this more.

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Cyrus: You know, Merrill has studied my... situation, if you want to compare notes with her.

Solas: I have seen Merrill's 'notes' before. Factual inaccuracies and wild speculation aside, I don't have much use for deciphering page after page of doodles to eventually reach some small, genuine insight.

Cyrus: (irritated) Next time, just say 'no, I'd rather not' instead of insulting ma kitleth.

(if Sera is in the party)

Sera: Plus, her drawings make way more sense than any of your scribblings.

Solas: Come again?

Sera: Your stuff is all blah blah blah, magic this, Fade that, theoretical techniques for the primal manipulation of your mother's arse. Daisy's stuff fits, all the right lines in all the right places. You just gotta squint a bit.

Cyrus: You've... read Merrill's notes?

Sera: Skimmed 'em a couple of times. Gotta know the best place to put the dick drawings!

[fanthirtheen]

When it comes to Hazbin Hotel, which I haven't rewatched as much as Helluva Boss because Helluva Boss captured my heart incredibly violently right before I watched Hazbin so poor Hazbin has kind of fallen to the wayside of my attention, most of my thoughts come from the songs.

I don't register to all of them. Just my favorites that I happened to remember (I really need to re-watch it I KNOW there are more good sons to add to my obsessive playlist) and one of them is the "If Hell is Forever then Heaven Must be a Lie" song.

So something I keep coming back to, that I can't stop thinking about, is Sera and Lucifer. Sera is terrified for Emily, she keeps trying so hard to get Em to just STOP. Not fix anything, not even really convince her why the extermination are important. Her biggest thing is just getting Em to STOP talking, to STOP questioning, and when Em stands up beside Charlie, Sera is so scared.

Sera knew Lucifer personally. They were friends. They were close. She didn't know where Lucifer's curiosity and passion would send him, and in these millenia since Lucifer fell, Sera probably hasn't seen or heard from him since. She maybe was even with him, on his path, open to his curiosities and passions and questions, and when he was torn from Heaven and thrown into Hell, she was traumatized and it changed her. This is the impression I get. The biggest thing on her mind is avoiding whatever happened to Lucifer from happening to anyone else she cares about at all costs.

So every time I watch that song or even just listen to it, I can't get behind Charlie and Emily's righteous declarations with the vindication and enthusiasm they have or what I had the first time, when I was immersed in the show. Because plot wise, thematically and ironically (in the story telling sense not the internet sense), Emily standing beside Charlie and throwing her angry words around, insisting g this isn't right, insisting Heaven must be a lie, saying it all with such conviction, FEELS so strongly like a locking door. Like it's calling back to something we didn't see, that Sera did see, like someone just drew the tarot card 0 The Fool.

Plenty of other people have said it. I've seen a few well done comics about it. Emily is going to Fall. Sera's worst fear comes from watching Lucifer fall, and it's going to happen again.