#since I'm pretty sure she's been in Hell for longer then Al

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Have we, collectively, considered the possibility of Vox & Velvette's relationship paralleling Alastor & Vox's relationship? Has that idea been proposed before? Because I do think there's some real potential being slept on there. Al took Vox under his wing and helped him rise to power, they fell apart, and then Vox somewhat payed it foreward by helping Vel. There's a lot to play with there I think.

[rue-dixon]

Work first

Chilchuck and Dandan talk about his failed marriage

And Dandan is his brother-in-law because that is canon to me

Chilchuck sat at the bar at one of the taverns on the island. He was on his third mug of ale, holding his head as he stared into his half-empty cup. Dandan, who was his best friend and just also happened to be his brother-in-law, sat next to him. Dandan was the only family he still talked to. His daughters all moved out barely sent letters anymore. As for his wife, she left without a word around two years ago.

"There's nothing really for me to do anymore. All I do is work, I can't handle going home to a dark and empty house anymore." Chilchuck sighed, his shoulders slumped as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I would say retire but I can't see you not working." Dandan half-joked.

Chilchuck took another swing of his drink, groaning to himself, “Yeah, I’ve thought about it… I'm saving up, I'll retire from adventuring. But I still need to bring money in somehow. Thinking about a locksmith shop closer to the girls."

"Don't you still send them all money?" Dandan took a sip from his drink as well.

Chilchuck nodded, "yeah. A little bit each month. Just to give them something as they're starting out in life."

"And what about Bel...?" Dandan didn't look at him, hesitantly asking about his sister. Chilchuck didn't bring his wife up that much after she left. However, Dandan knew the no contact was killing him. From the letters he had been receiving from his sister, he could tell it was slowly killing her as well.

Chilchuck tensed at the mention of her name, “…No. Ever since she left, I’ve never heard anything from her. So I figured she wouldn't want me to send anything..."

Dandan sighed, "And you still haven't gone to see her? It's been two years."

"You think if she wanted me to see her she would've told me where she went. But no, I had to find out from Fler." Chilchuck scoffs, taking another drink.

When Bellana first left, she stayed with Dandan and his wife for a few days before moving in with Flertom. Dandan remembered offering his home to her. Remembering the night she came to talk, only to cry in his arms about no longer being happy. He remembered holding her. Taking her by the shoulders and telling her it was time for her to put herself first. No longer living for her children and husband, but for herself. Putting her own happiness first.

Dandan wouldn't lie, he had felt guilty watching how miserable Chilchuck had become after convincing his sister to leave. He kept reminding himself, he was her brother first, Chilchuck's best friend second.

"I see your point." He sighed, "But you're so miserable it's hard to watch. Whether you admit it or not, you're lonely."

Chilchuck didn't respond, just grumbled something to himself before chugging the rest of his drink, slamming the empty cup back on the counter. Dandan couldn't hide the sympathetic look that came across his face. Despite not being the most observant person, even he could see how much Chilchuck missed having his family when he returned from jobs. There was a reason he seemed to spend all his time at the guild instead of his own home nowadays.

"... what if you start dating again?" Dandan offered hesitantly.

Chilchuck nearly choked on air, "What-?!" He looked over at him.

"Well, If you're so sure it's over. And refuse to go talk to her, why not get back out there? You're still young enough."

Chilchuck looked at his in-law like he was crazy. "Hell no."

Dandan rolled his eyes as he turned back to his own drink, "of course. You still probably avoid your eyes when you walk past the brothel stand in the dungeon, huh?"

Red bloomed over Chilchuck's cheeks that traveled to his ears as he scoffed and looked away.

"Wh- no! I don't.. well that's because-" he fumbled over his words.

It was true, he had been doing that since he came to the island. When he was younger and newly married he felt incredibly guilty that the pretty blonde women would catch his eyes as his wife was home nursing his two young daughters. Because of this, he started to shield his eyes as he walked by. Soon it became a habit, and he hasn't stopped since. Even after she left, he couldn't help it. It still felt wrong. Although he couldn't deny their appeal was getting to him as of recently. Sexual frustration no doubt adding to his permanent bad mood.

"It's just..." his voice softer this time. "What if she comes back...?"

Dandan seemed surprised, "you think she will?"

"I don't know... part of me hopes she does, but another part of me is still so.. angry with her."

Another reason that he didn't admit out loud as to why he didn't go after her was because of his pride and anger. Going after her first could possibly prove whatever she was testing. Losing whatever stupid game she was possibly playing. This was completely ridiculous, of course. However, his anger and pride blinded him from logic.

"What if she's waiting for you to come to her first?"

Although Dandan was keeping in good contact with his sister. The truth was, he himself had no idea what his sister wanted. Whether she never wanted to see Chilchuck again, just wanted a break- that was now stretching out way too long, wanted to come back, for Chilchuck to come to her, or some other option, he had no idea. All she talked about in her letters was her girls and asking how his wife and new baby were.

"And what if she's not, and I just end up making a fool of myself?"

"...Fair enough."

It was silent between the two men for a moment before Chilchuck spoke up again.

"Even if there was a real divorce, we sat down agreed and went our separate ways forever. I doubt I'd ever move on."

Dandan turned to him again to show he was listening. While Chilchuck stared down his empty cup. The alcohol in his system making him more open than usual.

"We've been together since we were kids. She was my first everything, the mother of my children, she's- she was, my best friend."

He clutched his hands together to stop them from shaking.

"Besides, who says I wouldn't fuck up a new relationship too?"

Dandan didn't respond. How was he supposed to? That Chilchuck was wrong and just being insecure? That wouldn't help anyone, especially since his concerns were valid.

"Either way, I'm focusing on my retirement. Save enough money, and open the locksmith shop. That way I can quit the dungeon work but I can still support my girls if they need it. And they all have something when I die."

Dandan nodded, "Why don't you try to talk to them more if they're your main motivation?"

Chilchuck looked guilty, he had been meaning to write to them. Every time he picked up a pen he never knew what to say. Just stared at the empty piece of paper until he eventually put the pen down. Part of him felt like they didn't want to hear from him. The last thing he wanted was to bother them. He barely kept in touch with his own mother when he moved away from his hometown, it would be hypocritical to expect them to keep in touch with him.

"I-I will.. just- they're not little girls anymore, y'know? Work first. Then I can travel and actually see what they're up to instead of just sending pointless letters." Chilchuck nodded firmly. As if he was trying to convince himself more than Dandan.

Dandan sighed deeply, his whole body slumping into the stole as he brushed his dark curls with his fingers. He was getting nowhere with him. Frankly he didn't feel like trying anymore. Especially now that he had his own wife and child to think about.

"Alright man, whatever works for you."

[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

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[mumms-the-word]

Reunited, Part 2

Day 15 of the BG3 Fic February Challenge

I'm behind on fics so I wrote three in a REAL hurry and posted them all on the same day. Can you tell? Maybe you can't tell (but you probably can)

Ignore the fact that Dani is hugging Halsin here, we're pretending she's hugging Brann, who is like her foster/adopted dad.

Check out my masterlist of BG3 Fics!

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15. Any character is drunk/high

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“Here’s a health to my company, and one to my lads,” Dani sang, lifting her mug high. She stood with one foot planted in her chair at their shared table in the Blushing Mermaid, about three or four drinks deep by the time she’d burst into song (not for the first time). “Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass! Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain, for we may or might never all meet here again.”

She tipped her head back to gulp down the rest of her ale, the burn pleasant as it traveled down her throat and settled, warm, in her belly. Around the table, Karlach and Wyll had joined her song, toasting her as she sang, and they drank with her. Gale and Shadowheart merely shook their heads, amused, as their took sips of their wine. Astarion had long since disappeared and the others had remained at camp.

Spoilsports, Dani thought cheerfully as she reached across the table to top off her mug with whatever was left in the bottles there. They’d just killed a hag, and freed a child from her gullet (gross), and saved Captain Grisly, and a few other feats besides. Captain Grisly had basically offered them several rounds on the house as a reward and a room in the ‘Maid any time they needed it. 

Mug full, she draped her self across Gale’s lap, holding onto his shoulders with one hand, grateful of his arm around her as he attempted to keep her steady. “Here’s a health to my dear lad that I love so well,” she sang, grinning as his face seemed to warm and grow ruddy under her theatric performance. She shifted the words slightly on the fly, hoping to tease him further. “For his style and his beauty, sure none can excel. There’s a smile on his countenance as I sit on his knee, there’s no man in this wide world as happy as he!”

“Dani,” Gale murmured, still looking quite pink, but Dani laughed and clinked her mug with his glass and took another gulp. Gale kept a hold of her as she tipped back, draining every last drop before righting herself and slamming her mug against the table.

“Enough!” she exclaimed. Her head was starting to spin. She held onto Gale for steadiness, pressing the palm of one hand to her forehead, trying to force a bit of soberness into her skull. How many drinks had it been? Karlach had asked her to sing and she’d said she needed two more drinks in her before she sang in public, so Karlach had brought over several more bottles. It was all over from there.

The ‘Maid was twice as rowdy as usual, though, so Dani’s voice was just one of many in the room randomly bursting into song. Grisly had made the hag’s death a celebration, throwing open the doors and enticing as many patrons inside as she could. The poor barman could barely keep up.

“Something tells me you’ve had enough, my dear,” Gale murmured, brushing a kiss against her cheek. 

“Normally I’d disagree but…” She lowered her hand to peer at him, and then got distracted immediately by how close he was. Hells, but he was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Those deep, brown eyes and his rich, soft hair. She couldn’t help but sink her fingers into his hair as she cradled his cheek. “You’re very pretty, you know that?”

"Am I?" he asked, laughing slightly. "I dare say you're the prettier one between the two of us."

"Nooo, nope, I disagree," Dani said, tapping his nose. "I do disagree with that one."

Wyll chuckled. "Ah, young love. Always a little more public when you've had a few drinks.

“Don’t worry, Gale,” Shadowheart said, smirking from across the table. “She’s a little sloshed, but that’s nothing a little restoration spell won’t cure.”

“Aww, let her go a bit longer,” Karlach said. “She’s fine. Look at her!”

Dani giggled and guided Gale’s face down to hers for a kiss. A kiss that she would have deepened and probably taken to dangerous levels had her stomach not suddenly rebelled. She grimaced and pulled back.

“On second thoughts,” she said, untangling herself from Gale’s arms and his lap. “Lesser restoration sounds…”

She trailed off, a sound of an instrument catching her ear, distant and faint, but the refrain instantly familiar. She knew that song. She knew every note of that song. Her heart began to pound in her ears, obscuring the sound. It—it couldn’t be, could it?

“Dani?” Wyll asked.

She turned to Shadowheart. “Quick. Lesser restoration, on me. Please.”

Shadowheart looked surprised, but she cast it. Dani felt the healing magic settle over her like a light frost, instantly sobering her. She shivered and then patted her cheeks, hoping to sober up even quicker.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Dani?” Gale started to stand from his chair but Dani didn’t respond, dashing for the front doors of the Blushing Mermaid.

Surely the music she’d heard wasn’t a drunken hallucination…

There! She heard it again. A lute and a flute, playing—yes! The Rovers’ first song of their set! She gasped and turned down the alley on one side of the ‘Maid, following the music. They had to be somewhere near the back door, practicing. She recalled in an instant all the old habits of the Rovers. Tune up the instruments outside while Brann went in and negotiated the time and pay. Wait for Brann to come back, hopefully with good news. Set up on stage and play through their set. Hope they had a bed at night when all was said and done.

She turned a corner in the alley, looking this way and that, her eyes on the hunt for a young blonde woman and a half-elf man with nut-brown hair, hopefully—gods she hoped—with an older man and a dragonborn nearby. 

“Come on, come on,” she whispered to herself. “Where—“

She cut herself off with another gasp, her hands flying to her mouth as she found them. There. Not a trick of the light. But actually there, in front of her, flute and lute in hands, playing a few bars of a song. Liara and Kellen, their bags at their feet, looking none the worse for wear than when she saw them months ago.

She couldn’t find her voice to call out to them, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Liara lifted her head just in time to see her, too. She stopped strumming with a jolt, her pretty face paling, her eyes flying wide. She covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders heaving, and then suddenly—she screamed, sharp and piercing. She dropped to her knees, hands back over her mouth. Kellen could only stand there in shock, looking back and forth between the two girls.

Dani’s voice unstuck. “Lee! K!” 

She ran over to them, nearly tripping over them both as Kellen helped Liara unsteadily to her feet, setting the instruments aside. Liara snatched Dani up into a hug immediately, her hands digging into her back as she held her tight.

“Dani!” she sobbed. “Oh my gods, oh my gods, Dani. I’m—I’m not dreaming, am I? Oh my gods!”

“No, you’re not dreaming, Lee,” Dani said, rocking her back in forth and never letting go. “I’m as real as they come. I swear.”

Liara pulled away and took hold of Dani’s shirt, giving her a little shake. “Gods damn you, Dani, do you have any idea how scared I’ve been? Where the hells were you? Why didn’t you write? What the hells—“

“Lee—“

“Lee, give her some room to breathe,” Kellen said, setting a hand on Liara’s shoulder. Liara seemed to struggle to calm her self but she swallowed and nodded, letting go of Dani’s shirt but taking her hand instead, holding it tightly. He looked at Dani, relieved. “It’s good to see you again, Dani. We’ve been so worried. Lee and Brann especially.”

“I know,” Dani said. “I'm sorry. I’ve been worried about you guys, too. Trust me, if I could have sent a message, I would have. I would have tried everything I could to get word to you and my mum.”

“Where’ve you been?” Liara asked. She leaned back slightly to give Dani a full once-over, looking a little amazed. “Is it just me or do you look…”

“Don’t say it, whatever it is,” Dani said, shaking her head and holding up her hands. “Good or bad, I don’t want to know. And it’s a long, long story. ” She looked around, up and down the alley. “Where’s Brann?”

“Inside, trying to get us a gig,” Kellen said. “He should be—“

“Liara! What in the hells do you think you’re doing, screaming like—“

The three of them turned as Brann stormed out of the back door, expression thunderous, only to stop short. In very nearly the same moment, Dani saw her friends come running around the ‘Maid, stopping just at the start of the alley. But Dani couldn’t pay them much attention. Not when Brann was looking at her like she was a ghost.

He stood frozen in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, his blue-gray eyes staring. All color had drained away from his face and he swallowed several times, not saying a word. 

“Hey boss,” Dani said, smiling uncertainly, using her old nickname for him, back when she’d first joined the Rovers at fifteen. She suddenly felt unsure of how he would react to seeing her. Would he scold her? Take it in stride? Would he cross his arms and say nothing? She didn’t know what to expect, and he was giving her no clues.

“I’m…it’s…” She swallowed too, suddenly finding words difficult. She shrugged as the first threat of tears started to prick her eyes, made worse by his continuing silence. “I’m back,” she said helplessly.

He continued to stare as if his eyes were deceiving him. Liara and Kellen kept quiet, their faces tight with anxious watching. Brann took a heavy step forward, and then another, reaching out a hand. His fingers seemed to tremble slightly before his hand landed heavily on her shoulder.

Then something in him seemed to break. She saw his face twist, felt his fingers grip into her shoulder, before he pulled her roughly into a hug. Her ribs threatened to creak under the strength of his hug, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around him too, burying her face in his worn shirt.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just seemed to breathe a little harder at first, a little erratically, and it took her a moment to register that he was holding back tears of his own. She heard him sniff and clear his throat a few times before he managed to rasp out, “Welcome home, Dani girl.”

That did her in for good. She clutched him tighter and shook with her tears, not quite sobbing, but not far off. She thought she had gotten most of her grief out when she’d reunited with her mother, but she realized now that seeing her mother again had only healed part of her broken spirit, which she hadn’t even realized was broken until she’d set foot back in Baldur’s Gate. Brann, Liara, and Kellen, they held other parts of her, other pieces that needed to be put back together. She wasn’t whole until she saw them again. And there was still one piece missing. Paraxxel, wherever he was. 

Still. Holding onto Brann, crying like a baby into his shoulder, with Liara and Kellen patting her back and holding one of her hands…she felt a little more put-back-together than before. She loved her new family—all her companions, the tiefling refugees, Gale, who was something more than family—but this was the family that raised her, shaped her, molded her, made her who she was. Brann was as good as a father—better than a father. And gods, had she missed him fiercely. 

The Rovers finally untangled themselves from the weepy, sniffling huddle that they’d become, wiping their eyes and noses, laughing a little at each others’ red eyes. Dani shook her head, a little in awe that she’d finally found them at last.

“I can’t believe you’re in Lower City,” she said. “Mum said you were looking all over Outer City for me and Axxel.”

“We have been,” Liara said. “Every single day. But no one knew anything in the Outer City.”

“Eventually we heard that there’d been some kind of commotion at Wyrm’s Rock,” Kellen said. “Word on the street is that there are armies on the march. We thought it best to move into the Lower City to do our search there.”

“We even thought about using some money to put in a notice in the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette,” Liara said.

“Fat lot of good that would have done,” Brann said. “Needle’s a bastard on a good day, and he doesn’t have many good days.”

“But then we saw your name in the paper!” Liara said. “A whole article about how you and a bunch of other adventurers defeated the general at the head of the army. General, oh what was it, K?”

“General Thorm,” he said. He looked uncertainly at Dani. “That…wasn’t true, was it?”

Dani laughed. “Well…” She shrugged, not offering a clear answer, but the three of them knew her well enough to glean what they needed out of it. They looked at her with a renewed sort of awe, Liara especially.

“Dani,” she breathed, taking her hand again. “Gods, you’re a hero now. Like in all the songs.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Dani said, shaking her head. “I mean, I wrote that article, sure, and most of it is true. Some of it is embellished. But come on, you know me. I’m hardly a hero.”

“I think your friends would beg to differ,” Brann said, looking beyond her down the alley. Dani turned to see her four drinking companions, Gale, Karlach, Wyll, and Shadowheart, finally approaching from the start of the alleyway. Brann looked down at Dani, then, his face for a brief moment warm and proud. “It sounds like you’ve been busy while you’ve been away.”

“‘Busy’ isn’t the start of it,” Dani said. Keeping a hold of Liara’s hand, she took one of Brann’s hands and gave it a squeeze. “We have a lot to catch up on. Come on, meet my friends. Let’s all have a few drinks and just talk. And don’t worry about finding a room for the night. I’ve got that covered.”

She smiled at all of them, her Merry Rovers, though they were still missing one person. “Let me take care of you guys, for once.”

They gave in readily and soon Dani was fielding introductions between her friends and her family, leading them all back inside for food and more drinks. She laughed as Liara took an immediate interest in Gale when Dani introduced him as, “Gale, my love,” and proceeded to pepper him with questions under the guise of deciding whether he was “worthy” of Dani or not. Brann seemed wary of Gale at first but when Dani quietly asked him what he thought, later, he only shook his head and said that Gale was a good man. Which, coming from Brann, was high praise, since it didn’t come with a single critique of his character or noncommittal shrug, which is what Dani had gotten in the past when she ventured to go out with guys in the past.

Kellen and Wyll became fast friends over a shared love of hero legends, especially stories about Balduran, while Shadowheart slipped out early to make it back to camp for some early shut-eye. Karlach seemed to love everyone, and everyone loved Karlach, which was no surprise to Dani. If Paraxxel were there, the two of them would probably have become immediate best friends. Dani could see a lot of what she loved about Paraxxel, in all his jittery drummer energy, his quick humor, his protective nature, in Karlach. If she weren’t in the middle of trying to get Dammon and Karlach to recognize how much they clearly liked each other, she would have been plotting to get Karlach and Paraxxel together.

They were all still looking for him, she realized, as the conversation inevitably turned to him. But he was harder to find. Dani told them of her theory that he must have been returned to Baldur’s Gate. It was likely that he was out there looking for them, and they were all just missing him by being constantly on the move. It didn’t take much convincing to ask the Rovers to keep looking for him while she handled matters in the city. She knew they would have done so without her asking anyway. Paraxxel was family, after all.

She just hoped that the Rovers, Paraxxel, and her mother, all of them, could stay out of trouble. She hoped that the mess that the Gortash and Orin seemed eager to make would never touch her loved ones.

Because, she thought to herself, watching as her old family bonded and befriended her new family, these were the people she loved. These people were home, just as much as Baldur’s Gate was. These people made up all the pieces that created Dani, each one of them carrying a small part of her when they left her side. When they were all together in one room, all her pieces were reunited, together, whole. When they were apart, they cared small pieces of her love along with them, so that she would always be with them, and they always with her. That's just how it was.

And so, she resolved her oath to herself, which she had made a dozen times over already since returning to the city. She wouldn’t rest until she knew that all of them were safe. Every last one of them, old family and new. 

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Prayer

And so, Lord, I just am so grateful that we have your word that reminds us of who you are when we forget. Lord, I pray that we would be people who don't forget. That we would be a people who are teaching our children our own testimonies in our own lives. That you have done for us. That we would teach them to love your Word and to know your word, And that through your word we understand more of who you are in your in your heart, And builds relationship with us. And so I pray that just the generations that come from us would be people Who know you, and who trust you, and who love you, and who receive you as King and Lord. And Lord, I just pray For the strength, the wisdom, and the courage to carry that out, and it's in your name, we pray, Amen.

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Good morning DABC, this is Tonya calling from Suffolk. Today is Thursday, September 21st. I wanted to lift up Wanda. She's have had surgery on related to Crohn's disease. Heavenly Father, I'm asking Lord God for complete healing and recovery over Wandy's body dear Lord. You created us from the inside Out Father. You know all things Lord God that our body is dealing with. So right now Father I want to bind any symptoms of Chrones, Father in the mighty name of Jesus that she have a speed of recovery from the surgery. Father and her bowels will no longer become wrapped into one another. Father and her bowels. And intestines where function as properly and this is my prayer to you in Jesus name, dear Lord, I love you and thank you Lord God, for all the things that you have done for us and the things that you're going to do. Lord God for us and you will get the glory Lord in Jesus name. Amen. DABC has always I love you guys and continue to be encouraged.

Hello DABC Family. This is 1 beloved daughter Kurian Lancaster OH. I just want some prayer for something I've been struggling with for some time now. Back in 2010, I fell into a very, very deep depression. I struggled with mental illness, depression, and anxiety for my whole life. I haven't had depression for many years now, so thank God. After that I struggle with anxiety. Really bad still anyways. So Way back then Umm, There was something that you know I pretty much told the devil you know, he can never get me on Salvation, you know, getting me the doubt it and all that because I just had this really strong belief and my salvation. Well, he got me. And I've been struggling with it ever since. And I tried so hard to get that faith back. And I've never gotten it back, I believe. But yeah, I doubt it. And I worry and I get scared all the time. You know when I sin a mess up that I'm going to go to hell when I die. I worry constantly about where I'm gonna go. And I want that faith back. So will you please pray for me? My time is up. Thank you. 

Hi, this is Chastity from Kansas. I wanted to call and pray for Tiffany from New York, as well as Adrian, his mighty tortoise. Lord Jesus, thank you so much for these beautiful women and for their families. God, thank you for all that you have done in their lives, that you are currently doing it all that you will do. God, we give you the glory, Lord. We bring Tiffany and her husband and their little baby to you, Lord Jesus, and we just ask that you would please Step in and. Please God, bind up the enemy and all that he is trying to bring against this family. These things that are coming against this man are not of you.  And so we lift up all these concerns to you Jesus in the name of Jesus, that those bonds would be broken and that he would be set free. In the name of Jesus. And please be with Tiffany as she walks through this with him. Lord, give her strength and give her rest, and give her peace, and help her to know that you are nearer than the breath that she breathe. Thank you and Lord also for Adrian or? She's been falling so much so she's just so busy. She has so much going on. God, can you please give her rest and restore her body, heal her. Lord, please help her to find rest in you. And Lord, help her with this overworking that Lord, please. Prayer warrior that she is. Jesus, I just thank you for this amazing community. And you're beautiful. Name Jesus. Amen. I love you all so much and I will continuously be praying for all of you. God bless you all.

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Update: I made this a fic cause I'm sleep deprived and autistic

24 Hour Pest Control:

“My dear fellow, what are you still doing here?”

The fuck?

Here Angel was, minding his own damn business (for once, as Husk would say) and trying to recuperate from the eighteen hours of hell his bitchass boss just put him through. And now Smiles McCreepy Face is coming over wondering why he’s relaxing on the couch.

It’s HIS couch! He claimed the couch! He’s been lounging on couches since he arrived at the hotel! And he’s pretty sure when they were building the new one, he said “FUCK! That bitch is mine!” at the sight of the new couch.

It’s a nice couch.

Plus the idea of having to climb up stairs to his room is exhausting. He’s had enough unwanted exercise today, thank you very much.

“Huh?”

Because maybe Smiles will make actually fucking sense for once.

Smiles smiles smilingly and just says, with no added clarity whatsoever: “I said, what are you still doing here? I was under the impression you were moving past self destructive behaviors.”

Holy shit. Is this prick actually annoyed with him for asking for clarity? Also who’s Al to talk to Angel about self destructive behaviors? The dude has picked a fight with Adam and Lucifer (and pretty much any other being he’s come across.)

“I live here?”

Duh?

Previously he may have added a “regretfully” or “cause it’s free” to his sentence, but he’s past that. He likes it here. He likes being away from Valentino. He likes the girls. He likes Husk. He likes the feeling of thinking he can be better. He likes the bar.

“Well, I just figured it wouldn’t be for much longer if you say.”

…what?

“Are ya threatening me smiles?”

Honestly he thought they were past this. Six months of bonding and a literal war brings people close together… although it’s not like Alastor was always here. Dude came and went like a wack-a-mole. It’s the only kind of coming he did. Fuck, the man disappeared during the fight against heaven (although with good reason he assumes, given the amount of energy Alastor used.) The radio demon has a tendency of coming and going whenever he feels like it, and Angel is sure that the man doesn’t think anyone important enough to know why that is or where he goes.

Still? Threatening?!

Ohhh what if he’s on same pain/power trip like a certain moth overlord? What if he want to hurt the souls he owns and thinking hurting Angel would hurt Husk?

Would it? Does Husk really came so much about him that Alastor thinks that would work?

…would it work?

Wait. No. Stop it Anthony. Stop being gay.

(He can’t, it’s a full time job.)

There’s stereo-like laughter crackling that shales Angel out of his efforts to de-gay himself (which is something he hadn’t tried to do since the 1930s.)

“No! No! Trust me, if I was threatening you, you’d know.”

Yep, Creepy McCreep Face still gives Angel the creeps.

“What then?”

Why is the overlord so obsessed with Angel leaving? For his safety? Bullshit! If Angel was going to die, Alastor would be standing in the corner ready to watch and give some belittling commentary.

“Well, I thought someone would have told you, Niffty is on a cleaning spree!”

…so? Niffty is always on a cleaning spree. Girl has like 3 moods: cute, murder, and clean.

And that’s exactly what Angel says.

More canned laughter. God, that’s annoying.

“Yes, well, she seems especially eager to kill bugs today.”

…okay? Again. Niffty. Murder. Makes sense.

“I figured you’d want to get out of the firing range.”

“Why? Tiny’s just killing bugs.” Thankfully. He’s had his worries before but, for as unhinged as Niffty can be, the only things she seems to hurt are herself (out of enjoyment), bugs, angels, and dickheads (of the moth and Adam variety.)

“Exactly! I figured you’d want to be sure you’re not a potential target, as fun as that would be to watch!”

The fuck-

“I’m not a bug!”

There’s that weird hum, then: “Oh yeah, I guess spiders are arachnids. Most people don’t seem to know the difference though.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, right. He’s a spider demon.

You think he’d remember that. With the arms and the extra eyes and his weird feet and the venom he occasionally spits out, but honestly he forgot. Most of his “spider” features are under wraps. His third set of arms are usually tucked in because he barely manages to get through the day without hitting someone or something with the two pairs he has. Hell, even when he was alive, he took the “Italian” part of his identity to the extreme where hand gestures were everyone. One time he even slit a guy’s throat because he started arguing with his brother in a raid.

Plus the feet he covers with boots, the extra eyes look like freckles (and don’t get real good vision anyways), and he hasn’t used venom on anyone in years. The last time he did was on Cherri because they were fresh out of drugs and she wanted to see if she could get high off of him (she could, it was a mess, and at the time he was jealous that he couldn’t use it on himself.)

“So? She wouldn’t kill me!”

“She wouldn’t?”

…no?

“You’re telling me the famed angel killer wouldn’t want to kill an-“

Don’t say it.

“-Angel?”

Goddamnit.

“Uhhhhh…” wow, really concise.

Niffty… wouldn’t kill him? Right? Sure, she’s murdered tons of bugs before. And yeah, she did kill a bunch of angels with glee. And she’s friends with Alastor.

…and there was that time she tried to stab him after Charlie gave her a knife and told her to “stab angels.”

But…she wouldn’t?

…then again, Husk never did tell Angel what he’d deal was.

“Aw Niffty! My dear, so good to see you! What are you up to now?”

Goddamnit.

Angel shifts his vision from Alastor to the floor, where Niffty is now standing covered in blood with a giant meat cleaver.

“I was just killing all the bugs.”

She says, as she looks directly at him with that one terrifying, manic, eye.

…oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

OH FUCK.

He doesn’t think. He climbs up the wall onto the ceiling, scurrying around like a literally spider which he’s sure doesn’t help his “Niffty don’t kill me” case.

With all the scurrying he doesn't notice Alastor giving Niffty a pat on the head and gifting her with another knife. But honestly that's probably for the best.

He ends up at the door to Husk’s room, which the man is actually in for once rather than downstairs in the lounge or bar. Still on the ceiling, he knocks on the top of the door frantically.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!”

Angel’s still knocking. This is a matter of life and second death.

Husk opens the door a bit from below him, and must notice nobody standing there because there’s a “what the fuck,” as the door begins to close.

Still on the ceiling, Angel pushes the door open and hurries through, leaving Husk stumbling for a second as the door shuts again with Angel finally in a safe zone.

“What the fuck?”

“I DONT WANT TO BECOME A TIARA!” He finally screams, which gets Husk to snap his head up and look at the shaking spider on the ceiling.

“The fuck you doing?”

Fuck, he needs to make this clearer.

“I DONT WANT TO END UP ON AL’S HEAD!” (Wow, first time he's ever said that.)

There’s a pause, and then:

“Niffty?”

He nods his head.

“Bugs?”

Another nod. A pause, then:

“Fine. But if she comes knocking I’m not putting up a fight or lying. She knows things.”

Angel would be hurt but that’s fair. He doesn’t know if he’d be willing to upset the tiny cyclops either.

More silence. Angel is still on the ceiling.

“…want me to show you some magic tricks?”

Well, sure, why not? Might as well do something fun before he dies?

Wait… is watching an old guy do and talk about his special interest fun for him?

…yes, yes it is.

Fuck, he’s whipped.

Niffty kills bugs AND she kills angels.

…I get why Angel Dust (yeah, I know spiders are arachnids but also doubt Niffty cares) was so concerned for his safety. After episode 8 he probably is on guard any time Niffty is in a room with any available weaponry.

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Hi! I've been reading a lot of your works lately and I find them so amazingly immersive. Not only do they fit well with my personal reading preference but cater to my new obsession with platonic yanderes. I should go ahead and get to what I was saying before I go on a rant about how much I love everything you write.

This idea just popped into my head randomly but what about a neglectful pro hero! Bakugo with yandere!Deku.

Bakugo being the new young dumb fresh out of school sidekick he is wasn't to smart when it came to using protection. Now here's a pretty gurgling baby on his doorstop oblivious to the fact that you just ‘ruined his life’. He isn't very nice to you constantly letting you know for the first few years of your life that you weren't wanted. How much of a distraction you are and that he's still gonna be the best and you won't stop him.

With being the best comes the media and it doesn't take them long to find out about you. His pr team is quaking in their boots but the only right answer is to put you in the spotlight. So here you are right on his hip at every gala and event even press conferences because who doesn't love a cute kid?

That doesn't last for long though. Deku or uncle zuku as you grow to call him can see right through Kacchan’s game. After all he knows how much of a bully his rival can be. So what's better than giving you what your daddy won't? It starts off small with him acknowledging your small presence a lot more than he does anyone else and grows into full-out offers to ‘babysitting’ you all the time which no one is complaining about. It really isn't as innocent as anyone thinks Deku coddles you intensely and no one else is allowed around them not when it's his time. Aunt Ochako wants to come hangout with you guys? “They don't really like to be coddled I'm sure it would be better if you didn't!”. Aunty Mina coming to take you back home? “They really do just wanna stay here a little longer don't they?!”.

He just wants to protect you even if it's from the people who think Kacchans a good person. It comes to a point where you barely home anymore but Daddy hasn't come to get you nor have any of your aunties and uncles. It all comes to a standstill when no one comes over anymore or even bothers to call but don't worry your pretty little head over it uncle zuku just made sure they wouldn't bother you anymore. Did that include you mysteriously disappearing while walking to school one day? Who knows. No matter how much you scream and cry he just can't seem to wrap his head around why you wanna go back ‘home’ to Kacchan. He just wants to make Bakugou pay for how he treated you and that doesn't have anything to do with his personal feelings AT ALL!

I hope that's not too confusing I know it's a lot and I tried to sum it up without making it too much!

YANDERE IZUKU X READER

Bakugo’s life was riding high, almost instantly after graduating, he went into the heroing careeer, letting himself completely absorb the luxury off being the best. He would attend parties, drink, just have fun, it had been almost 5 years since he’d graduated, and his ego was still running strong. In his eyes he could do no wrong, he was perfect, nothing could mess with hat, his life was perfect…. Then you came along, and messed it the fuck up. It was just a stupid mistake he’d made the night of his 21st birthday, gotton drunk and slept with a woman. He wouldn’t know that it would end up with… you.

“What the hell is that?” He questioned, a she looked down at his front porch, there, a bamboo basket wa solace’s, the top covered by a thick white blanket, coming form it were small cries, like a baby, then he spotted the photo ontop, and cursed the world.

You’d just showed up at his door, a picture of the mother, a note, A stuffed bunny, and just little you. He had no idea what to do, he isn’t prepared for a child, he hates kids! Let alone little babys, al they can do is cry all day. Yet, he just couldn’t get rid of you, he still has that heroic drive in his bones, and as much as he would hate to say it, but you’ve got his eyes and everything. Doesn’t make this any less of an unpleasant suprise.

And so, he took you in, muttering some nasty comments about the woman who left you here. And with the slam of a door, you were proclaimed his daughter, of course you’d already been his daughter, but now it was official. From there it was just a spiral, bakugo had someone take care of you, he didn’t even try to hold you. He would go out shopping for baby stuff, cribs, bottles, pacifiers,‘swaddling scarves, being the #1 hero meant being follows dverywhere you go with cameras. So when the public saw him buying the baby Products with that shiny black card of his, it took little to no time for the public and press to connect the dots.

Let me tell you… they went crazy. It was the top headline that the pro hero “ground zero” had a baby. So, of course, his press team immediately jumped on him about it, bombarding him with question, and so, they were your first ever “outsiders” (jsut people other than your dad) that you’d met. You wowed the crowd immediately, with your adorable babbles, and cooes, and as a marketing decision, you were gonna be everywhere, people would consider you a celebrity with how much merch they make of you and daddy bakugo.

“Ground zero! Look over here! May we interview you on the appearance of a little baby in your life?”

“Ohhhhh, like how sweet that is. Pose just one more time so I can get a shot for the papers”

You were constantly attached to him during events, that fake smile plastered on his face while you cuddled up under his blazer, the paparazzi loved it, you made a perfect model for bakugos newfound “kind and nurturing” nature. Anytime you tried to cry, as the lights were overwhelming, he would shove the pacifier in you mouth, and tell you to “hush”. You would be spotted on the hips of the former hero team “bakusquad”, then cooing at you, while bakugo seethed from a corner.

Or course, bakugo didn’t necessarily like you, with your incoherent speaking, and constant attachment of your lisp to his shoulder, but it looked amazing for the press, “the once mean and child hating ground zero is loving towards his child?”, many would post online the photos of the two of you, and by the end of a month, you had a whole fan club. Then bakugo realized, he doesn’t have to mess with this? This is just a publicity stunt! He doenst ACTUALLY need to personally take care of you, he’s a hero for gods sake, he’s got work to do.

And so, bakugo entrusted you in his best friend kirishima, who then freaked out cause he doenst know what to do with baby’s, and gave little old you, to a broccoli head named izuku midoria. Oh how things changed, no longer did you get the minimal attention, izuku knows that there is no way bakugo would willingly have a child, especially so young, this meant taht you were a mistake, and bakugo was… quite the bully, so he probably took it personally, and took it out on the helpless little thing that couldn’t even defend herself.

He could see right through the lies, and the smiles, he watched every clip of bakugo forcing you into bright camera flashes, into loud concerts without canceling headphones, he could see how you tried to cry for your daddy, and how he would even spare you more than a glance. It was pitiful how villainous bakugo was acting, exploiting such an innocent thing for money. Disgusting.

And that’s the first time he met you, and the exact moment his obsession started to bloom and branch out. As you grew up, with combatant verbal assault form your “loving” father, no one else would believe you. Izuku wS always the shoudler you could cry on alwhen your dad went a bit to far. It wasn’t very obvious, often times it just looked like a kid being touchy, so no one had a problem with it.

Sometimes he would bring you candy treats, or toys, just small things that he could use to show you that you were loved by someone. He would always let you cuddle up to him when you’re cold, unlike bakugo who shoved you away and tells you to Just set yourself on fire. He would talk to you so gently, a bright contrast to the screeches of paparazzi who want a photo of the hEros girl.eventually, bakugo stopped paying a babaysitter, as deku clearly liked you more than anyone else, two nobodies uniting, guess it’s fate.

He was declared your babysitter silently, often times the bakusquad tried to see you, wanting to get a look at their good friends adorable little baby. Izuku would always say you’re taking. Nap, or that you get overwhelmed with a lot of coddling, it worked, and by some point, they just stopped trying. He would spend hours of the day playing with you, rocking you to sleep, readin you stories, letting you listen to his heartbeat Over his bare chest, just everything.

At large galas, he would always take the time to remove you from the loud room, taking you out into more private places, where you weren’t so overwhelmed. Eventually, it became the norm for deku to be seen with you, more often than your own father, always carrying you to his own home when you fall asleep at events while your father is drinking, always keeping rude questions away about your personal life. You were just this little thing, and you needed help, he was had to give it. He is the second place hero after all, he’ll be your first though.

By your 4th birthday, you could walk, say simple phrases, like “daddy”, or “please”, you could give hugs ( a real crowd pleaser), and you were just growing into this adorbale toddler. You and bakugo have very different personalities, you’re jsut sweet and happy with what you have, while bakugo was demanding and overall, rude, when he was a kid, and when he’s an adult. Izuku had enough, especially when your dad pulled out vodka at your birthday party, he hadn’t even brought a gift to his OWN KIDS birthday party, you had came running to deku in a tizzy, crying your eyes out, saying that your daddy didn’t live you anymore.

“Zuku- he- he was m-mean to me a-again. I don think he want to b-be my daddy anymore” you spluttered, clutching his shirt close as he picked you up, your father had indeed been mean, telling you to “go away” with more of a colorful vocabulary.

“Oh honey. I’m sorry, don’t listen to him, I kniw he’s relLy mean. Just ignore him when he is alright?” Rage burned in this mama eyes, Today’s a Day you were supposed to be happy! Yet here you are, crying because your parent couldn’t muster up enough pride to give a smile.

He had enough, if your father wasn’t going to live you, than he sure would.

It was simple really, all the trust was out in him with you already, your father only needed you when it was to go to a photo shoot, all it takes is a few staged deaths and villain stacks, and you’ll be good to go, you’ll just be here with him, he’ll give you the restart you deserve! He sees how you get neglected, he wants to love you, he needs to love you.

It ruined bakugos reputation, he couldn’t even protect his own daughter from a villain, he was there when he watched you and deku get speared by a spike, impaling you, he couldn’t do anything but watch as the light left “your” eyes. Immediately after the occurrence , he was a labeled a failure of a father, and of a hero, he watched, HE WATCHED, didn’t do anything but watch. At least that’s what the public said. He didn’t really realize that he actually…kinda… loved you, he wouldn’t expect to feel the tiniest bit of heartbreak at your death, turning into full blown agony.

It was all going according to plan, you already spend most of your nights at his house, a special little pink room filled with stuffed animal and fluffy pillows just for you, you were perfectly fine here, in fact, better than fine! He was caring for you, clearly, see? Days turned into months, you’d been loving your best life.

You’d spend all day playing with izuku, or with one of his little kitties, he got them for you especially, seen you admiring them at an adoption event. You could color, eat, nap, play, all on a schedule of course, the best part about it is… that. It’s private. Not once have you had some man with a camera shove it in your face and ask a question about your dad, or your mom. You didn’t have to spend hours posing in some clothing for a photo shoot, you didn’t have to go in those loud rooms that made your head scream in agony. Even then… you kinda miss your daddy.

Even if he was mean sometimes, he let you sit in his lap, or play with his hair, you miss going to aquariums with him to have him point out the fish to you. You miss him. You love zuku, but you also love daddy, it’s so confusing.

“Mmm, Zuku?” You questioned, sleepily rubbing your eyes as he Carried you down the stairs form your room, yor feet had little white socks on them, and you were wearing a light pink pajama set, he looked at you, wondering what you could be so curious about that you had to ask him while sleepy, he’s moving you down to his bed so he can watch you whiel he works on the laptop, your Gonna nap for a bit longer.

“Yeah sweetpea? Do you want something to drink?” He answered, slowing to a stop, so he could readjust yu on his chest, letting you inhale his (now comforting) scent. You just had a dream about playing a game with your daddy, you don’t remember it actually happening in real life, but he was relLy nice, you missed him, that dream just pushed it further. He picked up the pace again, continuing his discent..

“Whe- do I hafta go home? Daddy probably waiting” you continued, struggling to get through some of the words, you hadn’t had to talk king and complete scentences all that much, so your speaking was slowly disappearing. izukus face fell, showcasing a frown that you ever so rarely saw, he continued on his path, stepping in the carpeted hallways, leading to his own room. You perked your head up at his silence, letting yourself don your own confused face. Your eyes met, and his face softened once again.

“You are home, that man doesn’t wait for anybody” he stated, sternly looking down at you as if you should already know this, he may or may not have given you the idea that bakugo was a total meanie, which was completely true. You hadn’t fully believed him, looking at him suspiciously, he held back the urge to coo, your little face was so cute… jsut adorable.

“But I still m-supposed to go back- I haf too. Or daddy’s gonna be mad” you spluttered, staring intensely at the poor broccoli head. You tilted your head like a puppy, scrunching your brows together at the thought of you dddy getting mad again, last time he yelled alit, it’s wasn’t nice, but he was just upset. The man got slightly more angry at the fiery blonde, annoyed that you are still scared of him, yet still want to go back.

“Oh-no no no, he’s never going to get mad at you again, I promise honey. You don’t have to go back there, nobody loves you back there, me and all the kitties love you here.” He waved his hands back and forth behind you, shaking his head, and trying to make sure it was known in your little head that you won’t be going back.

“I know, but-but I still love daddy, Tia mina said that he lubs me too, I just can’t see it” you tried to protest, batting your hands against his chest, frustrated with how much he didn’t want you to do, you just wnTed to see him again? Is that really too much to ask?

“You don’t love him, he just made you think that, remember what I taught you? He was tricking you, he was using you, you don’t deserve to go back to that, ever. Just forget him baby, it will make you happier” he placed you down on the bed, rubbing back to close the door behind him, pulling th sheets and covers over your little legs, he placed the bunny stuffed animal in your hands, the same one you’ve had all your life. you pouTed with tearful eyes, Flustered, no idea what to do with your emotions right now.

“But-“

“I think it’s time to go night night again alright? You need to get some more asleep or you’ll be grumpy during dinner time. I’ll let the cats get in the bed of you want? You can snuggle up real good with them.” He gestured to the cat bed, with all 4 of those cats piled ontop of each either, you amrveked at the cute kitty scene for a moment, before jet accepting that this wasn’t gonna go no where. You are pretty sleepy, and the cats are really cute… naptime it is.

“Okay Goodnight zuku. I see you later.” You went on to state, laying back as he bright the felines over, turning around to hug a pillow close, he was totally gonna get about a thousand photos of this. But before you fell asleep, he wanted you to do something.

“Remember what we talked about hon?”

“Oh. Right. G’night dada”

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I was supposed to write this yesterday night, but I impulsively read about 40 angst one shots and I cried about till about 4:00 in the morning, so I apologize for not updating yesterday.

Thank you for requesting! Have a great day today! Goodbye!

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Heyo! Saw you wanted some individual character requests! I'm a sucker for Grog, and there isn't enough out there for him, so I was wondering if you could do a Grog x Sorceress!reader where the reader doesn't think grog would have a reason to like her since she isn't a melee fighter. Thank you so much!

P.s. Your writing is amazing, and I always love reading your works! ❤️

Thank you for the request! I'm glad you like my writing and hope you enjoy this one! Turned out a bit longer than I intended but that means more content. Anyway, Enjoy! 😘

Seated on the stone balustrade feet dangling over the edge looking over the city in front of you you twiddle your thumbs. You needed a moment away from everyone to sort your mind on your own. There’s a solitude in the dark clouds looming above and the first drops of rain signalling an oncoming storm and it’s never failed you before. Even while there’s no one around, you can confide in such storms knowing your words will be heard but carried away upon the wind and drowned out by the rain and thunder. A good storm won’t judge or hold a grudge. It will simply accept and listen. So here you’ll stay speaking your worries into the abyss and hope for some clarity or ease of mind and heart.

Back inside Grog sits on one side of the table, Scanlan at the other. They hold their respective tankards at the ready as the gnome counts down. By the end of the countdown they swing back their drinks finishing them as fast as they can being cheered on by the rest of Vox Machina and other witnesses to this drinking game. Grog’s determined to win this. While he’s pretty sure his tankard is actually a bucket with a handle, it’s more to scale compared to the gnome’s. Ale spills over the sides of Scanlan’s drink but Grog keeps it neat. No wasting ale after all.

With one last big chug Grog finishes the drink, slams it down on the table roaring in victory as the table shakes beneath his hit. Scanlan puts the remainder of his drink down on the table wiping his face disappointed. Grog looks around the crowd. Some are happy celebrating with him, others pass over money to the happy people for paying up on whatever amount they lost in their bets. How could they even consider Scanlan would win. He’s the best of the best after all and no one can out drink the all mighty Grog. He doesn’t spot you among the crowd and the victory doesn’t feel as sweet anymore. He really hoped you could have seen this one. Where had you gone?

Before Grog can get up and go find you he’s given a refill and the next challenger approaches. New bets are placed, Vex massages his shoulders giving him a pep talk and noting how he’s been making her a lot of money so better keep it up. He doesn’t want to disappoint his friends. One more game. Then he’ll go find you wherever you went.

The next game comes along, and another, and another but he’s done. No more games. When another challenger approaches and the game starts he doesn’t pick up the tankard and pushes away from the table. People ask him what the hell he’s doing but he ignores them. They’ve kept him long enough so he just up and walks before they can stop him. Grog leaves the room but Pike follows behind him worried for her buddy. He never refuses a good ale or a challenge, let alone the two combined.

“Grog? Grog, wait up!” Pike rushes after him leaving the banquet hall behind. Determined Grog still keeps walking but slows down his pace enough to let Pike catch up with him.

“Where are you going? There’s still plenty of ale to be drunk!” Pike reaches for the goliath’s hand to pull him to a stop. He does and turns to face Pike.

“I think I’ve had enough.” Grog says and Pike gasps. Never, never does Grog think he’s had enough to drink. Something must be wrong with him. Is he ill? Does he have a fever? Did someone poison her buddy’s drink? She might go on a war path if someone did and ruined his fun! But Grog seems okay. Physically that is. He’s fine.

“Do you know where she went?” Grog asks, maybe Pike can help him find you and maybe she can talk to you why you left. He doesn’t think you’d want to talk to him about that kind of stuff and while he’d consider himself a good listener, if something’s really up Pike always knows what to do. She can help.

“Who?”

“The pretty sorceress.” Grog states as a matter of fact and it is. Anyone who dares say otherwise clearly need some of those glass thingies Percy keeps on his nose and make him look smart.

“Oh, I don’t know Grog. She left to go get some fresh air.” Pike searches her mind to see where you might have gone. There’s a few places that come to mind but it’s all narrowed down to just the one when thunder rumbles through the sky. She knows exactly where you went and by the looks of it so does Grog.

Grog knows there’s only one place you really love to watch a storm unfold. You’ve told him before and you’ve even watched some storms together there. He shares a look with Pike and picks up his step going where he knows you’ll be, still dragging pike behind. When she doesn’t move fast enough he swings her up on his shoulders, running up the steps as far as they’ll take him, dodging a torch and pushing aside a guard here and there.

Then around the corner he sees you. Feet dangling over the edge, a single push away from what could possibly be a death drop, hand outstretched catching the rain with a sad smile on your face. You’re absolutely gorgeous. More alluring than anyone ever could. If he could paint, Grog would make sure this moment would be captured for eternity just so he would never forget. Maybe he can get some money from Vex to hire a painter? If Scanlan did it, why shouldn’t he?

You’re seated alone at the top of the tower. Lightning flashes through the clouds, sometimes branching down to strike the ground be it mountain or forest, you’re in a valley of safety surrounded by the storm. The drops of rain hit your outstretched arm extended beyond the cover of the overhanging. Cold as they are to the touch you watch them glide around your arm with movement until they too, continue their descend.

“…Sometimes I wish I would just have the courage but I don’t.” You speak into the skies. A burst of lightning strikes in the mountains, the sound echoing and even this high up you can feel the slight tremor of the ground. You know a storm is no sentient being but you read it like a reply no less and continue.

“I’m not a fighter. I don’t know how to wield a sword or an axe. I can barely lift one. We have such vastly different lives. Grog’s got no reason to like me in any way.” Thunder strikes again you smile briefly. You’ve come to terms you’ll always like Grog and your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. The only reason you’re even spending time together in the first place is because you’re both involved with Vox Machina in one way or another. You’ve got hardly anything in common so if you hadn’t met through them Grog probably wouldn’t even have thought about you twice.

That may sound sad and you’re thankful for getting to know him but Grog has his own life and interests so why should he bother indulging you in yours. He’s already not a big fan of magic and you won’t bother attempting to teach him. It’s not like it’s any interesting stuff and he’d probably be bored out of his mind the entire time. Then again, the theoretics of magic might just not be your strong suit either. It’s more of a natural born gift.

Grog gets this weird feeling in his chest as if he’s been hit by something and it’s being twisted. Kind of like when he got shot by an arrow and Pike had to remove it. It’s not a good feeling. Checking for injury just to make sure he’s fine. It’s clear to him he feels this on the inside; his heart bleeds a little for you. You shouldn’t think that way. He likes you. He likes you a lot actually so you couldn’t be more wrong. Pike nudges him to set her down. He does as they remain around the corner, leaving you unaware of their presence.

“Go talk to her.” Pike whispers and Grog panics for a brief second. How is he even supposed to do this? What is he supposed to say? He doesn’t know how this psychology stuff works. That’s what Pike’s for. If people feel sad they often come to her, talk about their worries and problems and then they feel better. How’s he supposed to do that? He’s not Pike.

“She needs you, Grog. I know you like her and she needs you. Go talk to her.” Pike nudges him on into your direction. The goliath isn’t physically moved by her effort but he does move. If Pike says you need him, if you really need him then he’ll be there. Looking over his shoulder one last time to ask Pike for some advise she’s already half way down the stairs leaving you with him. Grog thinks hard for a moment but thinking isn’t his strong suit either so he’ll do what he always does; face the problem head on.

A throat clears behind you and you almost slip from the fright it gave you. A heavy step rushes forward and an arm wraps around your waist pulling you back before you can fall. You’d have spells to save you in case you did fall but you’d rather not and are grateful for your valiant saviour. The bare arm wrapped around your waist is covered in tattoos, markings and scars and engulfs the majority of your middle. It doesn’t take a fool to know this arm belongs to Grog Strongjaw himself.

Flustered you allow the goliath to pull you back onto solid ground and off the balustrade entirely before he lets go of you, making sure you’re right on your feet. How much of your conversation with the skies did he hear? Did he hear anything at all? Grog steps back and stares at his boots. He doesn’t only appear to be more embarrassed than you feel but also apologetic.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t fall again and please don’t be angry at me.” Grog closes his eyes tightly afraid you might be mad at him as he was the cause of you almost experiencing a death drop. You’re basically gods but if we’ve learned anything from Keyleth; that doesn’t save you from a splat.

You step forward grab one of his hands in yours drawing his attention. With your index finger you tilt his chin up just enough so he’s looking at you and not over you. These gestures are enough for Grog to open his eyes. When there’s no look of anger on your face the tension in his body falls away just slightly. There’s still some rigidness from nerves but he’s closer to usual Grog.

“Chin up, big guy. You saved me too. I’m not mad.” You smile and the smile is returned. The air is still somewhat awkward so you decided you best get this over with and clear it up.

“How much did you hear?” You ask. The blush rushing to Grog’s cheeks and frantic glancing around to make sure no one else is here to witness it tells you he heard enough.

With a deep sigh you step back to the balustrade sitting down upon it once more but now to face Grog instead of the sky, your hair blowing lightly in the breeze, the rain and occasional illuminated sky behind you leave him staring yet again forgetting your question. He’s just captivated but you calling his name snaps him out of it. Saved it. Still got it. As long as he doesn’t turn to ‘drunk Keyleth’ levels he’ll consider it a win.

“I-uhhhh…. Why don’t you think I like you?” Grog twiddles his thumbs rocking back and forth from his tiptoes to his heels in anticipation of your answer. He knows he heard you tell the sky but he wants to be sure because if he gave you any reason to believe he didn’t like you, he did do something wrong. He’ll pick you over any of those other fools down stairs. He might just even pick you over the best ale. He’d already picked you over the ale he’d been offered. If that isn’t testament to his fondness of you, then what is?

“Ah, so you did hear that. I just- I think-. Ugh, why is this so hard?” You try to express your reasons but words are difficult and feelings even more so to describe yet still you try. Grog waits patiently either way.

“Do you think we would have been friends were it not for our lives being tied together as they are now?” You ask the dreaded question. You don’t even know if you really want the answer afraid that it may break any semblance of hope you had somewhere in your mind. Grog’s brow furrows, deep in thought but mostly confusion.

“Of course we would be. Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because I’m not like you. I’m not a fighter. I stay back with my spells and incantations while you run in axe swinging taking down anyone in your path. I read while you train. I sit around in my tower watching the skies while you go out and drink the town dry looking for a fight to enjoy. I could never do what you do and I do not dare to assume you’d have any interest in doing what I do.” The thoughts and feelings find words. A tension lifts from your chest like a breath you didn’t know you were holding just by speaking your mind to the goliath in question.

Grog knows damn well you’re not a fighter in the traditional sense. No steel or arrows for you but that does not mean you’re not a fighter in your own right. If he’s learned anything a fighter comes in many shapes and forms and you fit the description perfectly. You’ve shown determination and strength, courage against all odds and immense skill. You are a fighter.

“When I run into danger kicking ass who’s had my back every time?” Grog asks. There’s a harshness and authority in his voice indicating he’s leading somewhere and you better answer.

“We all have-“ Grog cuts you off.

“No. You have had my back every time.” He corrects. “Who comes watch me train, throwing spells to keep me on my toes? Who does it while reading her books completing not one but two tasks at the same time?”

“I do.” You admit.

“And who helps me kick ass in bar fights? Who cheers me on or joins me in any gamble or drinking game? Who is the best drinking buddy? You are. Now, who spends time with you watching storms whenever they occur up here in the tower or anywhere else?”

“You… do…” Grog’s right.

“I like to spend time with you because I like you. I don’t care you don’t swing an axe. That firestorm you do works just the same and looks way more badass. I’m not the smartest but I know two of the same are not always useful and can be too much. What are you going to do with two when you only need one. You need difference so they compitry- complitarity- colmpli-“ Grog struggles with that word. He’s heard Percy use it in a similar context but why is it such a difficult word to recall. He still tries and just hopes you’ll get what he’s trying to say.

“Complimentary?” You ask. You fear Grog might get himself a migraine if he tries any harder. You still don’t think that’s the correct use of the word but you get it. He’s trying to lift your spirits and it’s working.

“That one. Yes. Complimentary. I don’t just like you, I love you for who you are. You’re special and being different makes you special.” Grog admits he tries to fight the heat rising to his cheeks from admitting what he did but when he sees your smile grow, that’s enough to push his pride aside and let it be. Maybe he can do this thing Pike usually does after all? Maybe not unless it’s you. When he tells you he loves you he means it. When he has to say it to the likes of Vax he’d rather eat his own boots for lunch.

You gesture with your hand and beckon the goliath over to come closer. You rise to stand on the edge of the balustrade and wrap your arms around Grog’s neck holding him close. You feel his arms wrap around you in turn and pull you closer to where your feet barely touch the stone.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” You pull back to look Grog in the eyes as he still holds onto you and take his cheeks between your hands giving him a quick kiss. Grog’s eyes light up and lifts you up higher offering you a kiss of his own. Sweet and short and filled with glee. He sets you back down on your feet but doesn’t let go of you yet.

“Do you want to go back downstairs? Last I checked there was a drinking game going on? Should we show them what we’re made off?” You grin and the proud look on Grog’s face tells you enough to know exactly what you’re talking about.

“Let me tell you the tale of my grand victories-“ Grog starts as he begins leading you back down the stairs, arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you into his side as you walk.

[just-another-hhazbin]

I have a question for you:

I'm aroace, and while I love Alastor and that he's ace and potentially aro (not sure if the aro part is definitely canon or not), apparently Viv has said in past streams that he's egocentric/doesn't love anyone but himself and I'm concerned that that's why she made him aroace. Especially if he's definitely aro, since if he were only ace it'd be less questionable imo. Granted, he does have friends so the "only loves himself" thing may not be 100% true, and these things could still change while the show's in development. I'm just kinda worried about Viv's reasoning. What do you think?

Hello, fellow aroace! I find it both amusing and suiting that I received this ask several hours after I queued the ADHD Alastor reblog, because to me, they are very similar subjects.

To the best of my knowledge, Alastor has been confirmed ace in canon by Vivziepop. However, only Faustisse, who i don’t believe is any longer a member of the Hazbin team and has never been in charge of such official decisions, openly declared him aromantic.

However, Vivz has hinted at this, but holds off at the last moment because she wants “people to ship whoever they like and to have fun” (paraphrased).

That’s... not great reasoning and vaguely problematic in and of itself, implying that aromantic people cause problems and etc., but whatever. It’s a smart marketing decision and helps prevent the fandom from turning into even more of a bloodbath than usual, so I understand why she decided that. Do I agree? No. Do I understand? Yes.

However, it is issues such as what you bring up that makes me somewhat thankful we haven’t seen him officially declared aro (yet).

If you’ve seen my aspd!Alastor or other aspd posts, then you probably know some of my thoughts on the subject. For those who haven’t, I’ll take it from the top.

I... am also concerned. I think in the end that how much depth Alastor’s characterization is given will determine whether or not the aro is a good move. 

From what we’ve seen and what’s been given, Alastor is a manipulative, unhinged, sadistic, vaguely narcissistic asshole who cares nothing for anyone other than himself. On that description alone, I would very much recommend not labeling him as aromantic. Aro people have had enough of that stereotype, thank you very much. Also, people such as that can experience romantic attraction, it’s just that they tend to be douchebags about it.

That being said, the Alastor comic does give me hope.

(If you haven’t read the comic, go do so, because there be spoilers ahead. https://www.hazbinhotel.com/alastor-comic/page-1)

Yes, he’s a generally annoying pain in the ass dressed in bright red. However, he also wasn’t just going about his business killing everyone for the Hell of it. Sure, he might do that sometimes, but I’ll take “sometimes.” Furthermore, he wasn’t purposefully extra-dickish to customer service people (unless you count feeding the birds, which should be considered a crime but also, Radio Demon, could’ve been worse) and he tips street musicians while being kind to his fans. 

He obviously does want social interactions, and was increasingly frustrated and upset when everyone fled from him and the rose wilted at his touch. He wants positive interactions! He wants joy and pretty things and obviously does care about what others think of him, despite statements to the contrary.

And of course, the culmination of him indeed committing a murder and going full cannibal on someone’s ass... after stepping in to stop that person from abusing a customer, giving him a second chance, and then intervening again to stop the asshole from assaulting someone else.

None of these actions had any benefit to him. He knows that this will only increase his reputation as do-not-fuck-with-or-speak-to at worst, and have no affect at all at best. But he does it anyway.

So. If this is the Alastor Vivz sees and if we get more of him, of an Alastor who yes is a bit of an unhinged serial killer cannibal but also seeks out positive interspersonal interactions and cares about strangers, then I would be much more settled with giving him an official aromantic designation. Because then it’s not just that he said “fuck people and relationships; I’m a narcissistic sadist,” but that he’s searching for personal connections that resonate with him, and romance just isn’t it.

So. Yeah. Right now a lot of shit has been said about Alastor official and otherwise, half of it contradicting itself, and while I am Definitely Concerned about him playing into the stereotypical tropes around bad aro rep, I do have some hope that maybe it could play out well.

Also, unrelated to Vivz and how she and her team handles things, there’s always the fact that Alastor’s brother from another mother is undoubtedly Hannibal, who is the most in-love cannibalistic sadistic narcississtic serial killing gay to ever gay (or kill), so that’s a nice little counter-argument to have if and when people decide to be shit about Al’s character + acearo rep.

[madamewriterofwrongs]

I'm so sorry, it's such a horrible day all around and I'm sending you al the good vibes I can find. I've never really sent a prompt before, but if you felt like writing some Buddie 2.01 AU, where their first meeting wasn't actually their first meeting, that might be fun? Or literally anything, everything you write makes me smile! Hope it gets better soon!! ❤

Hey! Thank you for sending this. Tonight has been an absolute shitshow of emotions but having something to focus on definitely helped. 

So, yeah. This is a First Meeting AU of sorts. Again, thank you for giving me something to do other than cry. I really appreciate it.

Dear Eddie,

Thank you for being my bunk buddy. I had a really good camp with you. Please write me from Texas.

From, Buck.

 Dear Buck,

Hi from Texas. Thank you for the bracelet. My sister said bracelets are for girls but I don’t care. I also had a really good time at camp and I can’t wait to go next year. Will you be there, next year? Maybe we could bunk together again. School starts soon and I’m a little nervous because fifth grade is my last year at this school and I don’t want to leave my friends behind. What’s your favourite subject in school? Mine

 Dear Eddie,

Please tell your sister than anyone can wear bracelets and that if she tries to make fun of them again, the ghost of Camp Kuriakas will haunt her dreams. I tried that on my sister but she just laughed at me so maybe you’ll have better luck. Mom says I can’t go back to camp next year because we’re moving and it will be too far away. But don’t worry, you can write me from camp and tell me all about it. I don’t really like school but I do like the library. I’ve been reading this book called

Dear Buck,

Camp wasn’t as fun without you but you were right about Suzie Pecoski, she had to leave a day early because the popcorn got stuck in her braces. Jose laughed but I told him not to and he told Counselor Lia that I punched him. So after dinner, I did. He didn’t tell that time. I still missed you though. I hope your new house is nice. What is your room like?

 Dear Eddie,

I can’t believe I start high school tomorrow. I tried to call Maddie and ask for advice but she didn’t pick up so I guess I’m on my own for this one. Except I’m not alone because I have you. You’d answer if I called, right, Eddie? Anyways, I’ve been thinking about your theory about the island being purgatory

 Buck,

I have no idea what I’m doing but I definitely think I just asked Kylie Wilcox to the dance. I am freaking out! Kylie’s nice and she’s so pretty but I didn’t mean to ask her. I just meant to ask if she needed someone to help on the committee. But I guess I have a date to the dance. What do I even wear? I’m not asking Sophia. One: she’s two years younger and would just make fun of all my choices and Two: she would definitely tell Adriana who would tell mom who would tell dad and then I’d never hear the end of it. Help me, Buck, you’re my only hope!

 Eddie,

You do remember that these letters take weeks to get to me, right? Didn’t the dance already happen? I hope you didn’t trip over your two left feet and fall flat on your face. Oh wait. Yes I do. That’d be so funny. And you need to have more fun, Diaz.

 Buck,

Have you ever had feelings for a guy that you thought you could only have for a girl?

 Hi Eddie,

Isn’t email so much better? We’re one step closer to communicating like human beings. Welcome to the 21st century. Anyways, graduation’s coming up and my dad keeps asking me where I’m going to go to college and I don’t know how much longer I can keep avoiding answering him. How do I tell him I failed? How am I going to face him? He’s going to be so disappointed in me. Maddie and Doug are driving in for the ceremony and I haven’t even told her that they’re letting me walk across the stage out of pity. I’m scared.

 Dear Buck,

Greetings from El Paso! Remember when I said I was never going to work for my father? Guess who’s the newest employee. I suppose it’s a good thing. This thing with Shannon is getting serious and I know I should have a stable job. I just thought I’d have a little time, you know? I thought I’d get to be me for a little bit. Sorry Seattle didn’t work out. Hey, maybe you could try Texas next. Try all four corners of the country, right? That wouldn’t be so bad.

 Dear Eddie,

I am writing from an internet café in Guatemala. Don’t ask me how I got here, I’m not entirely sure myself but I know it involved tequila. And possibly the guy I woke up next to (I think his name was Nico?) but who knows. Congratulations on Shannon getting pregnant!!! I know you’re freaking out. You don’t have to tell me that you’re freaking out because I know you. But you’re going to be a great dad. Hell, you’ve been half-raising me since you helped me learn my times tables at camp. I can’t believe what losers we were that we stayed up all night doing math. Anyways, I’ll let you know when I’m back in the states. And STOP FREAKING OUT.

 Dear Buck,

I’m sorry it’s taken so long to reply. The WiFi’s shit over here. I’m actually typing this from a hospital bed. Don’t worry, I’m okay. Or at least I will be. They said they’re sending me home and (you’re the only one I can tell this to) I got scared. I don’t know what’s waiting for me back in Texas. I don’t know what I’m coming home to. The officers keep telling me that it was an honor to serve my country and Shannon keeps telling me that she would rather I serve my family. I thought I was doing that but I was wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things, Buck, but there’s one thing I do know. Only one of us is throwing our life away for a worthy cause.

 Eddie,

You are a pretentious asshole, you know that? You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Just because I don’t have a wife and a kid and a white picket fence, you think I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. You’re wrong. You think you know me because we shared a room one summer when we were kids but you don’t know me, Eddie Diaz. You just want me to be like you.

 I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean any of it. The truth is I’m lost. You were right. You’re always right. I know I’m just a screw up but please don’t tell me I’ve screwed this up too.

 Eddie, I’m so sorry. Please respond.

 Hey Buck,

It’s been a while (two years, I think?). I just wanted to see how you were doing. A little update on my life. Shannon left me. Sort of. It’s complicated. Christopher and I actually just moved to California so I could start a new job. I’m hopeful that this is the right change for us. I hope you’re doing well. I know I never said it but I forgive you and I’m sorry. You were my best friend, Buck, and I hope we can be friends again. I didn’t realize how much I relied on you until you were gone. I know I’m the one who shut you out. I really hope you can forgive me for that because I miss you. I miss my friend. Anyways, if you’re ever in Los Angeles, let me know. You know after all these years, I don’t know what you look like. I still remember the skinny kid with the birthmark over his eye who tried to go skinny dipping in the lake but slipped on the docks and bruised his elbow. I wonder what he’s up to.

 Dear Eddie,

You’ll never believe this, but I ran into a guy at work who has the same name as you. What a coincidence, right? I think I was in denial for most of the day that, of all places, I would reunite with you at a fire station in Los Angeles. But I’m really glad we did.

 Buck,

I’m sending instructions for Christopher’s birthday party (I know, I know, you are the party planning expert but I’m the father so you have to at least pretend to listen to me). He’s really looking forward to it. It’s the first one without Shannon so Buck? Please make it perfect for my kid? I could really use a win this year. And no ice cream cake (don’t think I don’t know he’s been trying to talk you into it). I’m already going to have to deal with a room full of hyper nine-year-olds, I don’t need melted ice cream on top of that. What am I saying? You’re the party planner, you can clean it up. What would I do without you?

 Eddie,

I was going to text you but that seemed too informal and there’s too much pressure on a phone call so I thought I’d go back to what we do best. You were right when you said I was afraid. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and it’s you. We’ve known each other our whole lives and it never occurred to me that I might be in love with you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not. Eddie, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were nine years old and you kissed my bruised elbow. When you kissed me tonight, I don’t know, I froze. I’m so sorry, Eddie. If I could do it over, I’d still be kissing you. God, I really hope I haven’t screwed this up for good.

 Hey Buck,

Turn around.

Love, Eddie.

[buddha-in-disguise]

Discourse, Supergirl and fans.

The Supergirl situation with William Dey, is far more than about William Dey per se.

I touched on this when I first posted about David Harewood.

What I have seen, and I am still seeing is while some SuperCorp fans were annoyed about the preview for episode 12, this was also coming from a diverse section of the fandom. That David (and others) have singled out the SuperCorp fandom is both unfair, and unhelpful. But that is a different discussion altogether.

So - I am going to repeat and expand on some of what I wrote at the time to try and explain why I, (and others) have found Supergirl to be really problematic at the moment.

First of all: There is no doubt Supergirl currently has a diverse cast, inc. LGBTQ representation. 

However, all the diversity in the world means absolutely nothing if a program is seemingly only playing lip service to the characters. 

Compare and contrast with Legends of tomorrow. They have 6 women. 2 Muslim superheroes (a TV first). 5 characters are LGBTQ, including Charlie; who is recognised as gender fluid. 4 people of colour. The lead is a woman, who is bisexual, in a canon relationship with a lesbian, and is a superhero. 

They do this without it being made a big deal of, enjoyed by LGBTQ and heterosexual audience alike. But it is a huge deal for many because of that diversity, and just as importantly they haven't overloaded the cast numbers, so they all get good solid storylines through a season. A season that is also shorter than Supergirl. 

Legends are an example of how you can put in a diverse minority cast, without it becoming forced or cumbersome. It isn't without fault sure, but no program is. 

So where is Supergirl going wrong at the moment? 

Let's use William, as the crux of the problems are best shown with his character, but it isn't limited to him. I will put first - this is absolutely *not* a criticism towards Staz Nair, who I respect (& like, as far as one can from limited SM interaction). All too often the accusations are made that if you don't like a character, you hate the actor. That is categorically not true for me, nor others I've seen posting about this. Of course if anyone does hate on the actor, that is not okay.

So, back to William. I get the reason he came along in regards to Russell and so the Andrea connection. That story made sense.  What hasn't made sense - William being used as a journalist, when Nia is right there! Nia has barely had any screen time, and virtually none as a journalist; you know - her actual job. I'm not sure what the minutes on screen ratio has been this season between the two, but it has felt completely slanted towards William as a viewer, at least until now. 

First instead of Kara and Nia investigating Leviathan after William was 'exposed' in the earlier episodes, now Nia is sidelined again, because they want Kara to team up with William to investigate Lex.

Why? Why do they need that journalistic pairing, when Nia - who as a Superhero, is better placed if danger from Lex occurs. But no, they're making it about Kara having to work with William because Lex threatened to kill him. Plus Nia was being mentored by Kara. Is she no longer being mentored by Kara? Are they a team? Even if the mentoring has ended, Nia is still not being utilised as a journalist.

I am utterly baffled as to why they feel this arc makes any sense. Moreso when an already established character gets sidelined. 

I'm also getting tired of seeing anyone who sees these valid opinions about current storyline as being trolls (or the comments all SuperCorp fans are just outright haters. No - SuperCorp fans are a large diverse group, that have incredible artists, fanfic writers, and social media users. Many also multi-ship. To place a blanket statement about a whole fandom as large as SC, is hateful. All fandoms have some who are problematic, but to single out an entire group is not right). 

So back to my thoughts. An episode can have some great aspects to it, but it can also be highly problematic to some fans, & receive valid criticism or valid opinions for it. For example, the latest episode of Batwoman. The Alice/Beth story was great. The acting superb. What I found worrying was the way they made Sophie feel guilty for legitimate reasons why she had led a closeted lifestyle. That lifestyle is valid, for Sophie and many LGBTQ people, and for good reason, including keeping some people safe from harm. I felt it was a clumsy attempt for Alice to get into Sophie's mind; it could've been tackled other ways, so it felt wrong they used her sexuality as a way to achieve that. Being closeted for many literally keeps them alive. So that was one hell of a poor choice in my opinion. Yet others have made perfectly credible counter arguments that it showed the difficulties faced by many LGBTQ people. So, great episode, valid criticism/opinion from both points of view. It also highlights you can have excellent episodes, but they can have legitimate issues.

Nor does differences of opinion, as long as it is respectful, makes those voicing them a bully, no matter how much you disagree. 

At the end of this, if you don’t agree, and your opinion makes you say something that is intentionally hurtful (directly or indirectly to a person or group of people), it's a bad thing. The key word being intentionally. We all make mistakes, and responses that could've been better, & we all need to be aware of that, but if it is an intended attack, don't be surprised if others call you out for your behaviour. 

So now what in regards Supergirl?  

I know ultimately that this show is about Supergirl, but it is also about those around her as family & friends. I understand there are only so many minutes in one episode. What I don't understand is why those precious minutes are going to a character, when they have one perfectly placed to do the same role. Why they have to potentially explore another relationship, when we have one canon relationship, one canon on/off again relationship & one relationship that while isn't canon in terms of romantic, it is a big story in terms of best friends, all seemingly sidelined. Which brings me to the Kara fighting for Lena's soul aspect. Again, I am not seeing a lot of fighting for anything, except more and more fans fighting themselves and cast. 

Then you just need to look at the dislikes that teaser was given on YouTube, and compare them to previous ones. I've attached screenshots to show this.

A serious misjudgment was made by someone on how that teaser would be received, and again I will stress, this dislike hasn't just been from one area of fandom, but multiple areas. For many it wasn't just about William, but the culmination of unease that has built for a few episodes. A prime example of the straw that broke the camel's back. If you are solely focused on one area of fandom for this discourse (as many blame SuperCorp fans), you need to step back and recognise you are not allowing yourself to see the whole picture. To focus solely on one thing, rather than acknowledging the wider audience are saying this, does not make you the better fan. To dismiss it as trolls, is being dismissive of good, regular fans with legitimate questions or concerns. It is insulting to many of us.

I will be honest, I had high hopes for this season. I also knew it was likely going to be pretty confusing at times since it was given as 'our Black mirror season' and 'nothing is as it seems.' I accepted that.

However, all it seems at the moment is a jumbled mess from pre and post Crisis. They just doesn't appear to be any cohesion at all, which is making it really difficult as a viewer. Add in the changes post Crisis and it feels even more of a mess.

Of course, they could bring in more cohesive elements soon, but considering that we know episode 13 is 'It's a wonderful life,' and Alex Danvers in a later episode is wearing a Super suit - I just sense this whole 'nothing is as it seems' side we appear to be getting isn't changing any time soon, & with episodes running out, with so many strings running through at the moment, it feels really discombomulated. If by seasons end, they pull it off and you can look back and see how it's played out as a whole, I will be the first to say well done for that part. 

I do though think right now Supergirl feels chaotic beyond expectation, and no end in sight. I feel there have been too many character additions this season (particularly Andrea & William) that is taking screen time away from Kara, Alex, Nia, Lena, Kelly et al.

It feels like a mess of unnecessary pairings and the crux of the story seems to have been lost in the midst.

That is causing confusion for fans, that is also beginning to become frustration. That frustration is spilling over. Add in the genuine and extremely legitimate concerns over the LGBTQ issues that have arisen (again from far more than just SuperCorp fans), and the frustration has built even more. 

I can only hope the next couple of episodes address some of this and not complicate the mess further. 

Whatever happens, Supergirl is not doing well in terms of a storyline that is gripping for fans, that is now top heavy with regulars, taking screen time from established characters, and a social media blunder that has so far only exacerbated the simmering uncertainty being felt by many.

It might improve, and I sincerely hope it does, but they are edging into the potential for the anger felt by fans to become an all out riot if they don't stop and see where valid criticism is being given. If this season continues on in this vein, then there is going to be huge swathes of fans drifting away. The concerns are legitimate. I wish it could be seen as that.

[destieldrabblesdaily]

hello there (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I'm pretty new to destiel and just found your blog because I wanted to look into some fanfics and someone recommended & turns that you have like a billion one shots for destiel! love your writing style but, I'm not sure where to start in your drabbles tag because it's soooo much (ﾟдﾟ) can u maybe point me to some popular ones or some that you preferred writing or something like that to get me started? thank you anyway (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿

Hey friend! 

Ahh, I totally get you. :p A billion is a bit ambitious, but with like 400 stories in one tag and no way to sort, it might get tricky. *sweats nervously for not having a better tagging system*

But anyway, you rock for finding my blog and liking my style, so here is a little something to help you out! For starters, a lot of my stories are also on AO3, which is still a realm of chaos, but is a hell of a lot easier to navigate than my tumblr tag. 

Anyway, here is a little map to get you started, sorted by my most popular Destiel fics (according to AO3), and ones I personally just loved writing!

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Canon!Verse fics, most popular:

1) CursedTeam Free Will is hunting a witch, but before she dies she turns Cas into a kitten. They can’t find a cure, and after two weeks everyone is losing hope. One night when Cas is sleeping on Dean’s chest, the curse fades and he turns into himself again. As Dean’s luck would have it, Sam walks into the living room seeing Dean sprawled out on the couch with a very naked Castiel on top of him.

2) JealousyWhen Dean, Sam and Castiel are having a drink at a bar after a hunt, Dean finds Cas flirting with a guy, and suddenly realizes something about his own feelings for the angel… 

3) Dream A Little DreamCastiel goes after a Djinn but gets captured, and of course his dream world is all about Dean and him being happy together, so he’s very disappointed when Dean and Sam save him and he wakes up… 

4)��With A Little Help From My FriendDean is really nervous about finally telling Castiel how he feels, so he practices over Skype with Charlie. Naturally, Cas chooses that exact moment to drop by, and ends up hearing the whole thing…

5) WhiteboardFor a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room. When failing to say the words out loud, there’s always the option to write them down. So that’s exactly what Castiel suggests, and Dean humors him, the two of them finding new ways to understand and forgive each other by working through some issues from both the present and the past.

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Soulmate AU’s, most popular:

1) What Can’t Be SeenSoulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

2) The PendantAU where instead of a tattoo/name everyone’s born with a pendant/charm necklace that matches their soulmate’s. Dean walks into their bathroom thinking it’s empty, but there’s Cas taking off his shirt to take a shower and Dean sees his necklace (that matches Dean’s, obviously) and freaks out (because Dean is totally 100% NOT gay at all). Bonus if Cas already knows.

3) Daffodils & Forget-Me-NotsSoulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

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High School AU’s, most popular:

1) No HomoFor the prompt: ‘I wasn’t gay, but then I kissed you in front of some homophobes to piss them off, and turns out I might be kinda gay for you after all’. In which a kiss makes Dean realize that he has feelings for his best friend.

2) This Game We PlayDean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They’ve always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he’s been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

3) Camping and CuddlesDean and Castiel have been best friends since forever, and they decide to go on a camping trip to celebrate graduating high school. When it starts raining and Cas’ tent turns out to have a huge hole in it, the boys are forced to share Dean’s tent, and things heat up.

4) The CallCastiel accidentally butt dials his best friend Dean, and Dean overhears a conversation that wasn’t meant for his ears. Or: the one in which Dean finds out that his best friend has feelings for him.

5) Practice Makes Perfect‘It’s not gay if it’s practice, but shit that was actually really nice wanna practice some more?’ Or, the one in which Dean offers to help his best friend Cas improve his kissing skills, until it’s no longer just ‘practice’. 

(If you are particularly into High School AU’s, I also made a complete list of al my HS AU’s that you can find here –> Click!

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College/Roommate AU’s, most popular:

1) What It MeansDean’s roommate and best friend Castiel always says ‘I love you’ to him every night before they go to sleep. Seeing as Dean has some serious feelings for his friend, he can’t take the confusion any longer and one night asks Cas what it means when he says ‘I love you’. 

2) If At First You Don’t SucceedFor the prompt: “Wait, did you just flirt with me?“ “Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

”Dean has a huge crush on his friend Castiel, with whom he also shares an apartment. When he decides that he finally wants to woo Cas, everything that could possibly go wrong, does indeed go wrong.

3) UnbrokenDean’s best friend and roommate Castiel is asexual, and it’s causing Cas a lot of trouble when it comes to dating. Cas feels broken, but Dean deeply disagrees; he’d be with Cas in a heartbeat, if only Cas would see him as more than a friend… 

4) Safe And SoundFor the prompt: ‘College!AU where Dean and Cas are roommates and one of them is afraid of thunder, so naturally they have to huddle/cuddle together until the storm is over.’

5) Hot & ColdDean and his best friend Castiel get stuck in the middle of nowhere when the Impala’s engine gives up on them. A snowstorm is raging, and it seems that the only way to keep warm is a method that sounds a lot like ‘naked cuddling’. Not that Dean is complaining.

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Blind/Deaf AU’s, most popular:

1) Through Your EyesDean’s best friend Castiel is blind, which is why Cas loves it whenever Dean describes the things as he sees them. When Castiel gets curious and wants more details about Dean’s looks, Dean is reluctant to go into detail about them. Castiel’s solution is simple, and demands nothing more than a gentle touch.

2) At First SightDean has been blind since he was four years old, but at 18 years old he regains his sight through special surgery. This also means that he will finally be able to actually see his boyfriend Castiel for the first time. Castiel is excited, but at the same time utterly terrified that Dean won’t approve of his looks…

3) MisunderstandingsWhen the handsome new student Castiel Novak arrives at Lawrence High, Dean has every intention of making him feel welcome. However, Castiel seems to ignore Dean whenever Dean tries to talk to him…

4) DeliciousImagine your OTP, based on this text post: ‘Okay, so I’m a waitress at this restaurant that’s open really late and it’s nearly 1am and this family comes in and I’m so tired that I handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this” in a serious voice and I fucking snorted.'With blind!Dean and waiter!Cas.

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Personal favorites to write:

1) Her Favorite Love StoryThe story of Dean and Castiel as seen through Mary Winchester’s eyes; AKA how she witnesses her oldest son fall in love with his best friend. 

2) The MatchmakerBased on this prompt: “My cat keeps breaking into your apartment next to mine, so I tied a note to its collar to apologize, and you write back. We keep exchanging cat notes, and you turn out to be pretty cute.” 

3) WingsWhen ten year old Dean Winchester and his family move to a new town, he becomes best friends with the boy next door, who happens to be an actual angel. Dean is fascinated with Castiel’s wings from the start, however when they get older, Cas suddenly starts hiding them and no longer wants Dean to groom them for him.

4) BlackboardsFor the prompt: 'Dean and Cas are both high school teachers, and they leave each other cute notes on each others’ black boards.’

5) To Date a DickCas is out on a date with a complete and utter asshole in a really nice restaurant, and Dean is their waiter who feels the need to intervene.

6) Angel Grace (2 Parts)Dean Winchester loves going to conventions to meet the cast of his favorite TV show 'Angel Grace’. Aside from being good at his job, lead actor Castiel Novak is charming, handsome, and has a heart of gold. Like many fans, Dean has a serious crush on the guy. However after meeting Castiel several times, it’s starting to look like Dean’s crush isn’t as one sided as Dean had always assumed it was.

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Holiday Specials:

❄ Destiel Drabbles: December/Christmas Edition Fluffy Christmas-themed Destiel stories to warm the cockles of your heart during the cold December days! 

❄ All I Want For ChristmasDuring a big family get together, a drunk Castiel starts singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ to his best friend Dean while the whole family watches.

🕷Destiel Drabbles: Halloween EditionSome fluffy Halloween themed Destiel drabbles. Happy Halloween!

🕷Kiss Or TreatCastiel has been dutifully handing out Halloween candy all night, entertaining the many kids ringing the Novak house’s doorbell, but he’s in for a big surprise when the bell rings once more and it’s his crush Dean Winchester suddenly standing there on his front porch…

🕷Of Holding Hands and Haunted HousesFor the prompt: 'You’re scared of haunted houses and Halloween attractions, and I don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so I’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright?’

♥Valentine’s DayFor the prompt: 'Cas anonymously sending Dean one of those school Valentine’s Day flowers with a little personalized note, thinking that someone as popular as Dean won’t notice his message anyway because he gets so many. Little does he know that Dean sent one to him as well…’

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If you feel like reading a multi-chapter Destiel fic, I wrote one of those as well: 

Fortune CookiesDean and his best friend Jo own a bakery together. When a salesman named Crowley visits Dean to make a deal, Dean has no idea of the consequences, and his world turns upside down when an actual angel literally crashes into his life. For the first time in his thirty-year-existence, Dean is overwhelmed by real companionship, wings, and most of all… love.

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Or for easily reading and clicking through short fluffy (mostly canon!verse) Destiel stories, go here:

~ 100 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

Or here: 

~ 30 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

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Hope this was helpful, and happy reading! :D (I really need to become a better tagger, ahum. :p)

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

killer queen

(in which the author is self-indulgent, aziraphale presents as female, and crowley is torn between holding on and letting go)

note: i definitely wrote this while blasting killer queen, but that was probably obvious

this fic was loosely based off this request by @olivianeesan! i really went wild with it but it was fun so hopefully all's well that ends well

i'd like to apologize in advance because my 1920s nerd had a field day writing this lmao

~*~

Go to America, they said. It's the perfect place to plant the seeds of evil, they said.

Well, they'd been right. But that didn't mean Crowley had to like it.

Of course, his dislike wasn't inherent to America, at least not necessarily. Though he'd never admit it, he'd been in a seemingly perpetual bad mood following his falling out with Aziraphale in 1862.

They hadn't spoken since. And 60 years had already passed.

What was worse was that they didn't usually leave off on such a bad note. And even if they did, they would reconcile within a week or two. But this time, they hadn't.

Maybe that was what irked Crowley so much. The lack of reconciliation. Not to mention he wasn't particularly interested in digging through his emotions to figure out what else might be sparking his frustration.

(It was possible, even, that a part of him was afraid to find out.)

That being said, Crowley ended up being pretty successful in America. He was successful everywhere, of course, but Jazz Age America truly was the perfect feeding ground for evil. Americans were always looking for a little sin. Speakeasies, bootlegging, the stock market - corruption flowed through the veins of this country.

Currently, it was the middle of the night, but the speakeasy Crowley resided in was thriving. Men were drinking, flappers were dancing, music echoed around the room - in about a hundred years, he was sure this scene would be quite picturesque.

"Hey," a drunken man slurred, sliding into the seat across from Crowley. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Crowley muttered, taking a sip of his wine and moving his chair slightly away from the stranger.

"That Killer Queen is coming here tonight."

Crowley paused, processing the news. Interesting. Then he shrugged, not bothering to answer directly. The man appeared to take the hint and left, which was surprising, seeing as he'd smelled like he'd bathed in whiskey.

However, despite the lack of care that he presented, Crowley had to admit his interest was piqued by the man's question. The so-called Killer Queen was an infamous flapper that women hired to "test" their husbands' loyalty. She presumably seduced them to see if they were willing to cheat. It was only a thing among the elite, really.

(No one knew what Killer Queen's day job was, either, but a few rumors were floating around that she worked as a psychiatrist who focused on the trauma of abused women.)

Killer Queen was loved by half of the male population and hated by the rest. Despite this, no one could deny their attraction to her, including or perhaps especially other women.

If she did show up, Crowley had to admit that he'd be interested in meeting her.

"Oh my God!" a flapper with short black hair shrieked as she rush into the speakeasy, her feather boa slipping off her shoulders. "She's coming! She's really coming!"

Huh. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

Crowley took another sip of his wine, then nearly choked on it as the Killer Queen entered the room.

He'd recognize those blue eyes anywhere.

"Angel?!" he sputtered. He cursed, almost biting his tongue as he realized it might have been better to keep his mouth shut.

Aziraphale glanced across the speakeasy, her eyes widening as she saw Crowley. Crowley tried to look away and pretend he hadn't seen her, but it was too late. As Aziraphale passed by his table, she sent him a look that said:

Meet me in a private room in ten minutes.

In reality, it wasn't her look that spoke, but rather her words were spoken telepathically into Crowley's mind. Sometimes being a supernatural being was convenient, even if telepathy did feel rather invasive. Tended to leave a person with an itch on the back of the neck.

Crowley found himself unable to take his eyes off Aziraphale as she walked away. The angel rarely presented as female, but he found her to be as beautiful as ever. The glittery silver flapper dress she wore hugged her curves in a way reminiscent of Bessie Smith.

Wait.

He was supposed to be angry at the angel. Not ogling her.

(Fortunately, Crowley had always been very good at multitasking.)

~*~

Crowley pulled the door shut after entering the private room, tossing his hat down on the table. "Fancy running into you here, angel. And as a flapper, of all the fashion trends to choose from."

Aziraphale's face turned a pretty shade of pink, and she fidgeted with the strings of pearls hanging around her neck. "I needed to, well, it was necessary to assimilate myself as a bit of a party girl, my dear."

"So I've heard, Killer Queen." Crowley sat down across from the angel, not particularly regretting the acidity of his tone. "You know, you could just admit that you came to fraternize with the American elite. Wouldn't hurt my feelings."

Aziraphale stared at him, her face revealing no emotion whatsoever. Then she sighed, tucking an escaped strand of her wavy blonde hair behind her ear. (The angled cut looked good on her, much to Crowley's irritation and attraction.) "I take it you're still... angry about 1862."

Angry? No, he wasn't angry. Betrayed, perhaps. Frustrated. Tired of the 60 years of resentment that still boiled inside of him. But not angry.

(How could he ever be angry at her?)

Crowley didn't bother to grace the angel with an answer to her question.

Aziraphale bit her lip, which Crowley noticed was an action cuter than it had any right to be. "Will you at least tell me why you're here? In America?"

Crowley shrugged. "Corrupting souls. Committing evil deeds. The like."

"Such as...?"

The silver ribbon that was tied around Aziraphale's forehead and threaded through her blonde hair was distracting, though not as distracting as the lower-than-usual cut of her silver dress.

Damn, he was whipped.

"Urging Prohibition along, for one. Inciting a bit of gang violence. I've already gotten two commendations for encouraging bootlegging and for my help in facilitating the development of increased organized crime."

Aziraphale chuckled, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin on her hands. "I should have known your lot was behind Prohibition. The intention of the movement seemed too good to be true."

"Without Prohibition, there'd be no speakeasies, no bootlegging, no Al Capone. As humans say, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. And while that's not literally accurate, it is what happened here." Crowley noticed that the angel's nails were perfectly manicured. The relaxed manner in which she sat was ridiculously poised. "Anyways. Care to tell me what you're doing in America, Miss Killer Queen? Besides the whole 'seducing humans to test their loyalty to their partners' affair."

Huh. That came out more bitter than he intended.

Aziraphale frowned. "Who told you that?" She rolled her eyes. "Trust me, my dear. I have not 'seduced' anyone. Besides, I only agree to help the women whose husbands I know are unfaithful."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "And how are you able to tell, exactly?"

Aziraphale pursed her lips (which were painted a rich crimson, and Crowley couldn't stop staring at them), then sighed. "My dear... Trust me when I tell you that there is nothing more painful than being in a room with two people, one of whom is in love with every fibre of their being, while the other feels nothing. Worst is when they never have, and they never will."

For a moment, Crowley did not respond, simply staring at the angel.

He wanted nothing more than to hold Aziraphale close to him and kiss her senseless, to kiss her with the passion of someone who'd been in love for almost 6000 years.

But he couldn't. He'd never be able to.

An angel could never love a demon. Not like that.

And thus, therein lay the problem. He did understand. Or at the very least, he was deathly afraid that he did.

Crowley laughed. It was harsh. Bitter. "No, angel. I understand plenty." He stood abruptly, unable to be in her company any longer. "I've got to be going." If he stayed even another minute, he might say something he'd regret. "I know you have holy business to attend to. All that jazz."

Aziraphale stood, too, her brow furrowed in confusion. "But you've only just got here!" Her face reddened, and she broke eye contact with the demon. "Not to mention that it's been... It's been a while since we last saw each other, and - and had a chance to... Talk."

"I have to go," Crowley repeated. He grabbed his hat off the table. "I'm sorry, angel."

"No," Aziraphale murmured. "I'm the one who's sorry." She glanced at Crowley, her expression determined and her blue eyes steely. "But as I said 60 years ago, I refuse to be a part of your self-destruction."

Her stubbornness was as endearing as it was frustrating. "I know," Crowley said simply. He placed his hat on his head before moving around the table to get to Aziraphale, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles, just above the silver ring on her middle finger. "I forgot to mention that you look beautiful," he said as he let go of her hand. "Maybe hold onto that dress for a rainy day. It suits you."

Aziraphale's face turned a deep shade of pink. "O-Oh," she stammered. "Thank you, my dear. That's - That's very kind of you to say."

Crowley turned around to leave, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait." Aziraphale's voice was hushed. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, though not enough to cause any pain. "Will - Will I see you again? Soon?"

Crowley gently shrugged her hand off of him. He didn't turn to face her. "Goodbye, angel."

He was already halfway out the door before she responded.

"My dear boy... Be careful."

And then he was gone.

~*~

[buffintruder]

001: FMA and 003: Aziraphale for the ask thingy! (I'm so proud of myself I actually spelled his name right on the first try lol)

Thanks for the ask!!

FMA

Favorite character:In most ways, Ling is probably my favorite character, but at least part of that is because of Greed? I also really love Izumi Curtis

Least Favorite character:Probably Kimblee

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):Greedling, Al/Mei, Ed/Winry, Winry/Paninya, Izumi/Sig, 

Character I find most attractive:Not really any of them? Maybe because I’m ace, but most of the characters seem more or less the same amount of attractiveness in different ways

Character I would marry:Maybe Winry? She’s a wonderful nerd who I like seeing get excited about things, a great cook, and seems generally less prone to dramatics as a lot of other characters. Like she’s still dramatic, but I feel like it’s in far less stressful ways than most of the other characters I like

Character I would be best friends with:I’m not sure I have a lot of common interests with any of the characters, but I feel like Al would be a super cool guy to chill with

a random thought:What do you think happens to Yoki afterwards? He’s a pretty shady guy, and he doesn’t seem to have gone through a whole lot of obvious character development over the course of the anime. At the same time, he’s shown as risking himself to help others and wanting to be brave and useful on the Promised Day. Since Scar is no longer a fugitive, Yoki wouldn’t go back to following him around in the same way, but maybe he helps efforts to rebuild Ishval? Is that too much of a stretch for his character?

An unpopular opinion:You can’t convince me that Winry wasn’t supposed to be Wendy, and I honestly hate the way her name is spelled in the manga and anime and stuff

My Canon OTP:There’s not a lot of confirmed canon otps, so maybe Izumi and Sig? I enjoy seeing their relationship, though I wouldn’t necessarily seek out fanwork of them (honestly, maybe i should though. They’re both very cool)

My Non-canon OTP:I’m going to say Greedling, but I do ship it more platonically than romantically

Most Badass Character:All of them???? They’re all so incredibly badass. At the moment, I think Mustang might be the most badass though

Most Epic Villain:Wrath. That guy just does not die. Plus he’s the head of the government, which gives 

Pairing I am not a fan of:Ling and Lan Fan. I think as they are in canon, if they entered a relationship, it would be pretty unbalanced, though I’m more open to the possibility in aus. Also I like the idea of them growing up kind of like siblings when they were really young and then more distance being put in between them because of their positions in society as they grew older.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):I don’t think any of the characters were screwed up. I would have liked to see Greed with friends after his realization of his deepest desire, and I thought Sheska would be more important but then she never showed up again, but even with those, I don’t think they were “screwed up”

Favourite Friendship:I’m ridiculously fond of Mei and Scar because it’s so weird and unlikely, but somehow it works

Character I most identify with:I don’t think I really identify particularly strongly with any of them

Character I wish I could be:

Probably Izumi? She’s really cool, isn’t complicit in genocide or any kind of murder, she’s strong in every kind of way but can also be soft, and honestly she has her life together a lot more than many of the other characters

Aziraphale

How I feel about this character:He’s wonderful and soft, but he’s also a lot trickier and more of a bastard than people give him credit for. I love him and want to be him when I grow up (at least the parts like running a bookstore, hanging around feeding ducks with someone you care about a lot, enjoying food, etc)

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Crowley, and I think that’s it

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I just think he and Madam Tracy could be really good friends after the whole Apocawasn’t. They have some similarities, and I can picture them having tea once a week and chatting about their respective husbands/partners/whatever terms you want to use.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I saw a post about how Aziraphale would have to be really good with technology to do taxes on a computer in 1990, so now I see him as being secretly tech-savy

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:Hmm, for the show, I get why they wouldn’t want to do this, but it also would have been cool if we could see Aziraphale (and Crowley) having different bodies throughout history. It would have made their existence seem more separate from humanity, which makes them choosing humans over heaven and hell more powerful in my opinion, plus they wouldn’t be white the whole time. Like since the first humans were black, it makes no sense that Aziraphale’s human body from the start looks like how some humans in the future will look.

Favorite friendship for this character:I’m also going to say Crowley for this one. They just have such a great dynamic, with a certain softness and comfortableness to their interactions, plus the complement each other very well

My crossover ship:

Not a ship, but since I’m already thinking about fma, he and Sheska would get along so well, and I think being friends with Aziraphale would help Sheska grow more confident in herself

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Now that I've been off a couple days I've had time to calm down from the thing that upset me at work the other day. So I'm comfortable enough sharing what happened.

I said in another post that my job is nothing fancy. I'm a cashier at a discount grocery store. I've been there a little over a month now and haven't had a problem. Besides my issue with the new girl from my other post. My boss actually ended up giving me a small (just an extra 50 cents an hour) raise. He actually did it that I got the raise since the last pay period. So basically, in a nutshell, I got a raise after only being there 2 weeks.

So even with not being a fan of the new girl I was feeling pretty good about working there. All of that went downhill on Sunday. I was fine until the new girl came in. Anytime I see her I just kinda think "Well, there goes my good day." It was made even worse when the one manager goes over the radio that if us cashiers need a manager we can now also call up the new girl.

I was pissed to say the least. It was bad enough having someone I trained promoted above me. Especially after they were only there two weeks and I've been there over a month. But I realized that when the owner and one manager had called me into the office the week before asking about my availability, they were figuring out whether to offer me the job or not. I said I like my morning shifts because it means I'm home in PLENTY of time to watch my nephew at night. I said if I would have to be here for closing I have to leave that I can be home by 9:30. They said they would try to limit scheduling me for closing but if I would be there it wouldn't be a problem for me to leave closer to 9 than 9:30.

Once I figured that out it pissed me off even more. Because if they had been honest about why they were asking me I would have been able to work out other arrangements that I would be available to close. But they pretended it was just to make sure they had people qhen they needed them. I fully believe that if I had been able to close they would have offered me the job.

So I'm texting my mom on my break and holding back tears. Then I get home and just lose it.

I was even more upset the next day when I go in and my boss keeps saying that I'm doing such a great job. That he needs more of me and less of him. I was the only cashier for awhile so he covered registers so I could take a break. Then when I get back he tells the people he just checked out that if they had been a couple minutes longer they would have "great service." The guy said they did have good service and my boss "Yeah. But her service is way better than mine." And all day I was just thinking "Yeah right!"

He thinks all this great stuff about me but the girl under me got promoted above me and still doesn't know what she's doing. I needed a manager for something and had to tell her what to do. So she's above me and I'm still training her? WHAT THE FUCK!? Plus it seems like she does even less than she did before. She pretty much walks around all day looking busy. Plus she's still supposed to count onto a register so the cashiers have backup especially when they need to go on lunch. I said something to my boss when I had like 2 hours left and still hadn't gotten my lunch. He called her over and put her on register. When I got back she tried to say she was gonna get on a register but the other manager told her not to because he was gonna teach her some manager stuff. Which I found absolutely hilarious since she hadn't talked to him when she got there.

Then I'm done for the day and take my till and radio in to my boss. And he just goes on and on about how great I am. My till always balances perfectly. I'm reliable and always there on time. He never gets a complaint from customers or employees. I do everything with a smile and don't screw around doing it. I'm just standing there with a smile and wishing he would shut the hell up. Because all I can think is "So you won't promote me because I'm TOO good at my job?"

All the other cashiers and a few other employees keep saying they don't think she'll make it as a manager. She doesn't know enough about the store and how to do things. I personally think she'll flake out on them when they need her most.