#the urge to rewatch this show is such a painful thing

[homefryboy]

random lil factoids from the muppets abc.

-Kermit told piggy that airlines serve pre-flight calzones and got a calzone to her on who knows how many of her flights bc he--rightfully--thought she wouldn't fly w/o them / if she found out they weren't a thing

-floyd believes the earth revolves around the moon which creates winter (but also believes the moon doesn’t exist)

-Robin's ~30 yrs old, just still tiny

-piggy once somehow accidentally performed at a dictator’s bday party and he was so pissed he decimated a city. she and kermit only survived bc they hid in his pile of stolen art

-uncle deadly has apparently banged Gloria estefan

-on the farm where piggy grew up, pigs who got injured were taken away; over the yrs she saw her former friends and family served at bbqs and butcher shops

-scooter goes "whee!" every time he rides an escalator

-janice participated in building a wicker man

-uncle deadly has woven such a web of lies around piggy that she doesn’t know her dress size or age

-kermit hates pumpkin spice shit as much as the next guy

-animal can't handle life on the road bc he ends up laying too much pipe

[wolvertooth]

what if, victor, logan and wade were all boyfreinds, all three cant die so they said fuck it

here u go anon. the 1st piece of sabes n wolvie fanart i ever drew(back in july 2023) after rewatching hulk vs wolverine, feat. deadpool(not my 1st wade, we had quite the history in highschool)

i think my brain is so gripped by sabrevine that it cant think of them being with anyone else.....but i'll give it a shot. for wades sake.

i do see them all as post weapon x survivor besties. and immortality homies.

wade is basically an honorary feral type, since he literally shares his dna with logans. wades an odd case, due his killer instinct being...natural. in a human way. he was born with the urge to kill n maim. which is different, but im sure they'd get to a point to trust him enough to wanna chat about it.

wade n logan would bond over their psychosis, even tho being fairly different experiences. i can see them also having a lotta smoke hangouts while logan just listens to wade rant

vic n wade would bond over their shitty dads, and also talk about being dads. as well as their merc lives and heavy knowledge of killing(infodump sesh on weapons)

all of them would bond over their memory problems.

group therapy would be a thing. calling out eachothers bullshit. problem with that being that logan would get ganged up on pretty frequently, and thatd piss him off....all 3 of them hate being told theyre in the wrong, logan getting frustrated by it the most. seriously, logan gets picked on a ton by these guys and thatd be something they’d need to sort out lol(maybe he enjoys the attention sometimes tho)

i kinda wish they showed more of wade n vic being buddies in the comics, since it was mostly in deadpool 2016 issues 8 - 12, showing when they used to work together and how theyre still sorta pals…..

i think both logan n vic see wade as someone they should take care of, mostly from the standpoint of having some age on him. bit like a younger brother. that does make wade kinda the odd one out, but hes got other lovers in his life at least(is his wife still alive? i havent caught up on the comics since like 2016)

they all share the burden of being cursed to forever deal with their fucked up brains, never being able to escape who they are, and that can make for some good sleepover conversations ig. like, its not even a lovers thing, its a ‘ur the fuckers im forced to spend eternity with, and even tho we all have in common the shit we hate about ourselves, im glad its with u’ type of thing

oh and theyre all pain junkies so u know the sex is freakyyyyyy

[tornrose24]

After finishing rewatching all of The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, these are my thoughts.

I think this is the one time in who knows how many years I’ve been invested in something that came from Disney. I haven’t seen this kind of passion project in a long time and sadly I don’t know if I’ll ever see that magic again for awhile, considering how Disney itself has suffered with many poor choices.

As for the show, a lot hits different when you know how it ends. Certain moments become a lot more meaningful with that knowledge.

I’d say first season was the better of the two. There was far more at stake and the story was building up to its climax in numerous ways compared to season two. The threat of The Chairman and the discovering of the duo’s friendship is very much felt in more episodes compared to Jinx.

Scratch’s character development is really noticeable in season 1, but in a way Molly’s is as well, given how one learns to open up and learn kindness and optimism while the other also needs to learn to open up in other ways, as well as grow into the wise, yet still optimistic teenager she becomes at the end of the show.

Season two… the stakes aren’t as great here. As stated by others, the Chens are overall not given much as a threat for season 2, and Jinx is used too sparingly so the penultimate season does feel a bit rushed. I honestly would have taken out some episodes from this season and replaced them with ones that could have addressed this, especially had the creators known they’d only get two seasons. Though of course they did not when starting out and it’s surreal to think that–had things gone right–we’d be waiting for season 3 right now.

However, I’m still sticking to my initial thoughts regarding ‘The End.’ I still don’t think it was necessary for Scratch to forget Molly.

The first problem is that this plot point is already one a lot of us are familiar with (I’ve seen it quite a lot in my case). Doctor Who used it (before it got changed), Spiderman No Way Home used it to a painful extreme, and Gravity Falls temporarily used it in its own finale. There’s a novel called ‘Just like Heaven’ that is a more romantic version of TGAMM, and it ended with memory loss as well (though the movie has a happier ending). I feel sad, but I also feel angry, which leads to my second problem.

Molly and Scratch’s friendship is the heart of this show. We were entertained and moved by it, as well as how far they would go for each other. So when Scratch forgets, we feel Molly’s pain as observers to her and Scratch’s story. We want Scratch to live his life as a human, and we wanted him to go out and see the world, but he should NOT have had to forget Molly in exchange. I know we always have to say goodbye and that there are some people who were special to us that we might/will never see again, but dear lord, being forgotten is a certain type of pain that hurts even worse. 

Rewatching/remembering certain scenes is now more painful, knowing now that Scratch will forget them. Him saying that he’d hate to forget Molly was too cruel. When I was getting cloer to revisiting ‘The End’ I was feeling reluctance to continue on, and not just because I was almost done with the re-watching. When Scratch merged back with his body and the screen turned to white, I had to fight the urge to shut the episode down and pretend things went differently. That’s how much it hurts when it’s not just a casual viewing. I know these characters ultimately belong to someone else, but I wouldn’t want to put them through that kind of suffering.

Had I been in charge of the show, but kept the idea of ‘taking risks is what makes if worth living,’ I would have used one of two different endings. One where its the same, but Scratch remembers Molly. The other would have been a time skip, when Scratch returned to Brighton with Adia and he reunited with Molly who is a little older but is still the girl he knew.

But… I do appreciate the small ray of hope that was given. That Scratch’s behavior as a human and certain use of words–as well as calling Molly by name despite supposedly never hearing it before-fuels a lot of hope that one day Scratch will remember and he will reunite with Molly one day. That even a few writers proposed a reunion story where Molly hugging Scratch would trigger his memories to come back gives me hope that there's still a possibility in that story. (If anyone tells me I'm stupid to be thinking those things, please don't because I care about those characters THAT much.)

Until then, we have aus, what ifs, and fan fics to fix that.

So… I don’t know when I’ll rewatch the whole show again, given the emotional toll. I’ll still revisit some episodes and scenes. But I’m grateful that Disney allowed this show to exist–it deserved more love and attention. If this had to be the very last good thing to ever come out of Disney, I’ll take it.

[polaris-stuff]

Hey, its the anon that was holding out hope and not see it as the family abodoning moon after the lakes episode.

And now this episode...oof.

I am...so hurt. But I am hurt for the both of them. I have a feeling I am gonna see a lot of people be very angry at Sun very soon.

But I sat there watching the episode. And rewatching it. And I am crying for both of them. I see two people that love each other. Hurting each other to protect them.

I don't think sun is taking any joy in these actions. I bet he knows it's a mistake. But can't stand to be in the same room with him and is doing the only thing he can. Even if it's objectively awful.

My thoughts aren't in order yet. Dunno where I am going with this. But I have a feeling I am gonna see a lot of sun hate. But I am gonna stand behind his desission (even if I think it's not something he should do. I see how the character in his current emotional state would)

And I stand behind all the pain people are gonna feel at this betrayal. Cause they should help Moon. they should know.

Moon is self destructing so so so hard. I want my Happy show back. And I hope. I really hope that the writers got plans to fix this mess. Cause the more it goes on. The more I am afraid they'll write themselves towards a corner where a 'fix' could feel like a redcon

I hope you, and people that had hoped for sun to pull him through are doing okay. I don't think this is what either side wanted.

Take care of yourself!

-Noffy

Ngl, It hurt me so much to see Sun abandon Moon in the cell. And strangely, it seems like everyone is celebrating Foxy for wanting to kill New Moon and bring Old Moon back ??

I still have faith in Sun, even if it's little, the way he acted at MGAFS today hurt me so much. You can hear the pain and the urge to cry in his voice. Foxy was an idiot today. Pushing and prodding Sun to decide what to do at that moment and when Sun told him "we won't do that", Foxy just told him that it was for the best. ?? So why the hell are you asking Sun's opinion, Foxy, if you're still going to want to make your plan!

I'm mad, i'm sad, i'm smad

[chirpingchorus]

Alphonse elric 25 & 26 please!

I took forever to answer this one, but I need you to know I woke up super tired and seeing this got me out of bed this morning. That, my friends, is the sway Al has over me.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oh man, oh man... I don't remember my impressions of him from the very first episode, just that I really liked both of the Elrics. I had the feeling starting from a few episodes in that he was going to die, and have fond memories of looking at thumbnails for future episodes and breathing out a sigh of relief upon seeing he was still intact. During the confrontation with Scar in ep. 15, my jaw was on the floor and I legitimately thought he was a goner. That episode had the first Al Moment (TM) that really got to me, when he urges Ed to keep fighting even if he dies, and gets upset at him for staying to try and save him instead of fleeing. That scene says so much about him, and I love thinking about it in regards to the show's ending.

My initial impression of his personality was just that he was a gentle giant, and Ed was the impulsive and violent one. In the 5th Lab, he begs Ed not to make the Philosopher's Stone, even though it means he'll die. This gave me the impression at first that he really didn't like the idea of killing/harming others, but looking back, I think it's more that he didn't want to force his brother to go through the trauma of killing dozens of people just to get his body back. He really wants his body back, yes, but he values Ed's safety and sanity more overall.

Al, as it turns out, can be quite cruel at times for the sake of his brother--I'm reminded of when he suggests they just. Rip off Wrath's limbs and give them back to Ed. Because that's how limbs work. It was really at that point in my first watch that I started to see how Al's unfortunate disconnect from humanity could be impacting the way he sees the lives/feelings of others. My gut feeling is that if he were somehow in that 5th Lab position where he could make the philosopher's stone not only to save Ed but to restore Ed's body, he would absolutely do it, even if it would cause him distress. There's a lot more I could say about the 'deeper' parts of his personality that others have elaborated on with far better understanding and knowledge. But he's Not Well and I'm 100% here for it.

More of my opinions now: On my rewatch, I'm noticing how painful it is to see this kid in a huge suit of armor. The scene where he pretends to eat food for Nina while Ed just has the saddest look on his face? That killed me. He can't relate at all to the feeling Ed had as he felt Barry was about to kill him. He thinks the best way to avenge Nina is to use Tucker's research to prevent future cases like hers. He points out in episode 5 that (even before joining the military!) the brothers had no control over what happened that day. Bonus amnesiac Al point: He says in CoS super nonchalantly that his soul seems to leave his body easily!?! Girl!!!!!!

I'll hopefully have a better grip on his personality once I'm done with my rewatch, but there's something about it I can feel but can't quite articulate that just draws me in like nothing else. In case it isn't obvious, I'm pretty darn sure Al is my favorite character this time around.

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

I already talked about a lot of these, but I have more--we'll do a few serious ones and a funny one.

Ep. 6 - He says, "I wonder if I was that warm and soft when I was born." Then starts to cry a little. (I hate this show, I wrote down in my notes.)

Ep. 1 - It's a very small detail, but Al seems to believe resurrection could still occur with the Philosopher's Stone, while Ed doesn't buy it for one minute. This reminds me of Al's similar hopeful attitude in episodes like 10. I think he has a habit to look at things as they're given to him and not much further, as long as they make him happy--of course the Stone should have all those powers, and of course a woman just like his mother would be incredibly kind. He's very much the type to march on ahead no matter what and ignore the implications of doing so. That's not to say he's stupid--I don't think he is. He's quite introspective and insightful, he just chooses not to dwell on some things as he tries his best to reach his goals. Maybe I'm a bit closer to understanding him now...

Ep. 5 - Alright, a silly one. When he's about to beat up the criminals and he appears all menacing and says, "いらっしゃい" ("welcome"), that got a great laugh out of me. He's so silly.

[skylerskyhigh]

Rewatching Spiderverse and I have the urge to write a crossover where the other turtles come together. And they see Rise and are like "They're children. They're us. Gasp! They need guidance!"

And they do kinda help. But what the other turtles are good at, aren't fitting with what Rise is good at. Formal training. Hardened hearts. Rigid fighting style. That's not Rise.

They have good intentions. But the way they do it isn't what Rise needed. Trying to help but it ended up making things worse for Rise.

The other alternates want to help. They want to see Rise grow and blossom into the best version of themselves. To be able to handle any threat that comes their way. They also want to spare Rise from the pain that will surely come their way. They don't want Rise to lose their innocence, but they also can't let Rise face the dangers up ahead unprepared.

The Rise team want to be like their alternates. They want to be cool, and strong, and capable. They want to be the ones who people rely on for help. They want to be able to save the world. They look up to the other turtles, and they try their best to imitate them and follow their lead.

But it just doesn't work. The rigid training. The formal fighting style. The strict rules and overly serious disposition just throws them off. And they are trying. They're trying so hard and they do pick up on some stuff. But they feel like they're just failing. That they're not growing as fast as they should. That they will never live up to the greatest as their more mature and capable alternates.

But like in the movie, the alternates are on borrowed time. They can't stay for long. They have to get home. But they don't want to leave these younger versions of them behind because they feel like the Rise team aren't ready to face the threats that's coming their way.

They don't know, nor understand, that the Rise turtles are just built different.

Then, at the climax, Rise is allowed to be themselves and show these older, alternate versions of them that, "Hey, we're cool too. We're awesome. And we're badass. Just watch us!"

And the Rise team just handles it perfectly, in their own way.

Change isn't bad. What works for previous generations, won't work in the current one. Sometimes what's best for someone, isn't to give them a mold for them to fit in, but to give them the tools to carve their own way.

Just a thought.

[seeasweetsmile]

To my miraculous fans followers

I'm sorry but more the serie continues, more I’m turning myself into the dark side (aka the ml salt).

Maybe you saw that I didn’t reblog gifs from episodes since S4 (just a few) like I did for S1-S3 and to be honest, the wait between seasons/episodes and the way I’m slowly detached myself from the show to discover others cartoons or animes didn’t help either.

For S4 and mostly S5, the traitement of the characters, the Ladynoir/Adrinette chaotic relationship, the way Lukanette and Adrigami were killed at the first two episodes of S4, Marinette’s hypocrisy, Gabriel’s madness and his growth grudge towards Marinette, Chloé’s caricatural treatment, Lila being mastermind, no adult has a brain anymore, even if there’s globaly good ideas and so much potential, the fact they were awkwardly or badly executed were a pain to watch.

And you know what is the most painful? I loved that show.

Because is that : I loved that show.

It’s been 7 YEARS (almost 8 years in september if I remember correctly) since the serie debut, and like so many fans, I grew attached to the worldbuilding, the characters, the bond between all of them, the humor or the banters, the lore about the miraculous, the design of the superheros and the supervilains, their powers and how complex/funny/interesting they were... and if you have the inevitable urge to read/write fanfics, look/create the fanarts, or even read analysis/meta post about the episodes, you grow even more attached to the characters and the show!

But when you watch from a objective point of view, you realize there’s so much problems consistency issues (I don’t list them, others fans on tumblr and salty hashtags do it better).

Like I said in a previous reblog, if the writers didn’t want to make episodes just for shocked the viewers (remember when they said each episodes of S4 were equivalent of Chat Blanc??) because all the excessive drama around ladynoir or adrinette, if they didn’t push these things to the extra way, if they didn’t get anyone involved (Alya, classmates, adults) to tell Adrien and Marinette what to think or what to do, it could have been so much better. I firmly believe that friendship is a fondamental piliar to any relation. Adrinette started with a good way (cf origines), but they shaped Marinette into another girl who idolazed Adrien without sincerly knowing him (and when they start to give Marinette some retrospective of her behaviour, what we got? we got Alya to tell her she kNoW AdRiEn instead of listening genuinely her best friend and step back), and Adrien, even though he sincerely liked Marinette and held her in high esteem, he ends up becoming the perfect boy madly in love with her who forgets everything as soon as she is in his field of vision or as soon she breathes. If the others characters had LISTENED to Marinette when she questioned herself and preferred to remain friends with Adrien because she realized she didn’t fully know him, and if the others characters had LISTENED to Adrien when he told them he wasn’t agree with their crazy plans (they didn’t listen and the MCs sighed, abandonned their spine column when the classmates insisted a little bit too much), I repeat myself ; it. could. have. been. so. much. better.

To leave Marinette and Adrien figuring out how to do the things at their own rythm. Instead of a healthy, good and solid friendship that transform into romance, we get a forced ship. Because “ThEy MaDe FoR eAcH oThEr” like everyone said in millions times (I was temped to rewatch since the beggining to counts exactly how much the characters say this stupid sentence but I’m not strong enough). And they say this as if we were dumb and we didn’t know Adrinette was the endgame since day one.

Also, another thing that bug me : since S4 to S5 –and I don’t know if anyone felt that– but I have this distrubing impression that Marinette and Adrien mostly  were just puppets in the theater/playhouse and they didn’t have a soul. Sometimes it push me out of the show when I watch the episodes.

Anyways, if you made it until here, thank you for reading my rant post. Two more episodes to left for S5 that will air early july (I read the script of the finale and boy...) and I still don’t know if I will watch the S6. With Gabe and Chloe out of the picture, Lila stepping as main vilain (still wait for her background) and Emilie being here, maybe they’ll do something correct ? But as I said in a previous post, if I watch the first few episodes and if it irrated me, I’ll stop.

I’m tired to hurting myself.

[kazesauce]

TWD:DD Rewatch Recap Ep 3

I'm rewatching the first season of TWD: Daryl Dixon to look for anything that stands out now that we know all the characters and how the season ends. The third episode gets into the meat and potatoes of the plot and character interactions. As usual, strap in or scroll on. Ep1 Ep2

Fallou and Quinn

They both lead a small community and are adept at playing whatever angle they can to get what they need. Fallou is a commanding presence that knows when to be forceful and when to be gentle, while Quinn is a self-serving, materialistic scumbag that uses his charisma to manipulate people into doing his bidding. Fallou knows how to navigate the underbelly of Paris, but he isn't part of it like Quinn is. They both save Daryl's bacon at some point, but Quinn's sins are punished with a slightly redemptive death. Fallou's only flaw is believing Losang isn't full of it.

Codron and Genet

Codron cut an intimidating figure walking down the tunnel to go meet Genet, but his face showed a terrified man trying to act tough. Genet was skeptical about hiring him to find Daryl until she saw how passionate he was about avenging his brother's death. She found the easy button to manipulate him, or so she thinks. Genet showed Codron the walker experiments Daryl disrupted and he is disturbed but undeterred. Another tally on the wall of why he ends up turning in the finale.

Daryl and Isabelle

The first half of the episode is Daryl being fed up with Isabelle lying about radios. The one at the abbey was broken, the one in Angers had been dismantled by a lunatic to create an inventively macabre walker orchestra, and the third place actually used homing pigeons instead. After suppressing the urge to throw Isabelle off the roof, Daryl was ready to leave and try to find the way home on his own until Fallou and Isabelle stopped him and said they could still help.

Isabelle took him to her apartment to gather her stash of drugs and stolen goods to barter for a trip home for Daryl, and they talked obliquely about their lives before the outbreak. Isabelle was trying hard to connect with Daryl, but he was staying politely distant. What made him finally soften towards Isabelle was her obvious pain and guilt over abandoning Aimee and seeing her as a walker trapped in overgrown vines.

When Quinn reveals himself to be Laurent's father and starts aggressively manipulating Isabelle, Daryl goes into full blown savior mode and removes her from the situation. Isabelle is livid and they fight in the catacombs. It almost feels like Daryl is fighting with Isabelle while simultaneously reliving his fight with Carol. Isabelle said she could handle it, and Daryl said everybody has something from their past they're trying to run from and she's not really mad at him. This felt like things he wishes he would have said to Carol, to be compassionate toward her desire to run away and to admit that he wasn't really mad at her, he was mad at how his fear of losing her physically and emotionally made him feel. Isabelle, however, informed Daryl she was actually mad at him for dragging her to Paris because all he cares about is his promise (to Carol, we find out in Ep5). She said they weren't the same and admonished him for taking over and trying to save her, that she only asked for his help, not for him to be a hero because she doesn't need one. Daryl just scoffed because he had no response. He thinks protecting people from the hard things is being a good friend, but really he needs to support them through the hard things. In Carol's case, he doesn't understand why she's reluctant to open up to him (Rick's words in Indifference), which leads to him being frustrated and feeling rejected. I hope with all of my soul that Carol finding Daryl in France finally convinces him that she loves him and wants to be in his life forever, and Daryl reacts to seeing her with exuberance and gratefulness that finally convinces her that he will love her forever, no matter what.

Isabelle, Laurent and Daryl

I thought the fable of fortitude about 'the woodsman who wanted to die but had a change of heart when death came so asked for help with his burdens instead' was going to be meaningful, but I have a different take now. Both that fable and Laurent declaring Daryl will not die in Paris are meant to make Daryl and the audience question whether Laurent is special. The fable doesn't apply to Daryl's situation or mental state at all, and confidently proclaiming the titular character will survive is as risky as declaring the sky will be blue tomorrow.

When Laurent is being greeted reverently and given gifts at Fallou's place, Daryl makes a comment about how much pressure Laurent is under and Isabelle responds with “God chooses our burdens.” No, lady, the burden placed on Laurent to be treated like and behave like some kind of savior is entirely earthly. Sonia, the inconsolable widow, allowed Laurent to hug her because she's been told he was special, not because he actually is.

Daryl attempts to sneak away at the end of the episode because he no longer feels wanted or needed, and they aren't doing a good job helping him get home anyway. Isabelle invokes Laurent to try to manipulate Daryl into staying. Daryl is unswayed, but tells her she needs to tell Laurent the whole truth about him and his parentage so he can decide for himself if he wants to continue to play the role of humanity's gift from God. Isabelle's weak response is that Daryl just doesn't understand how special Laurent is. Daryl says Laurent isn't special, he just got lucky and lived, and she just needs Laurent to be special for her own reasons. Isabelle has a weird smile on her face when Laurent hops out of bed screaming that they did this and he hates them both before running away. Turns out Quinn led Codron to the American, so Daryl's attempt to leave is thwarted yet again. He's thrust back into being Isabelle and Laurent's duty-bound protector, but now his desire to help them runs a bit deeper than the deal they made at the abbey.

Carol Connections

There was a tiny woman with short gray hair manning the weapons locker at Fallou's place, so shout out to her.

There were multiple shots of the Carol-like knife during Daryl and Isabelle's escape from her old apartment building and his fight with Codron, including two shots where he dropped the knife and recovered it yet again. Daryl fell through a glass roof like a cartoon character and still managed not to lose the knife. It's so frequent and obvious it has to be symbolic.

The pigeon man, Antoine, was adorable and his line “Maybe he has a girlfriend, we all have someone who waits for us somewhere” was followed by a shot of Daryl bowing his head in sadness in a frying pan reminder of Carol and his promise to her.

Isabelle and Daryl see “The Water Lilies” and Daryl says it reminds him of home, lingering by it even after Fallou called them away. My mind was immediately filled with memories of Daryl and Carol sitting by the pond talking. I can't think of a single non-Caryl scene at a setting that resembled that painting.

Odds and Ends

A French cover of “Strange People” playing while they're walking past Jim Morrison's grave was a great choice.

The Demimonde looks a lot like The Third Rail from Fallout 4. I guess all apocalyptic nightclubs have the same aesthetic.

I had a theory that Codron was Laurent's real father, so Quinn's reveal absolutely blew my socks off. All of Laurent's on-screen family members have light, straight hair, so there's part of me keeping hope alive that Lily had a romp in Marseilles with Stéphane with the dark, curly hair.

Isabelle explained that people joined The Cause because after the outbreak they needed to cling to order. Daryl quipped “or God”, earning a stern glare from Isabelle. Daryl equating The Cause and The Union of Hope feels like foreshadowing that The Union of Hope isn't wholly benevolent.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 2 Rewatch Drabbles--2x17 Welcome to Storybrooke (Bonus)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 2 of Once Upon a Time as an attempt to finally jump    start the muse again.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a    “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.     Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an    emphasis on the very beginnings of Captain Swan’s epic love story, as    soon as a certain dashing pirate makes his appearance.  

Word Count: 439

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Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21-22) (22)

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Note: I had two ideas for this week’s rewatch drabble and I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to go with, so surprise! You get a bonus chapter this week!  As I watched this week’s episode, I couldn’t shake the thought that Graham deserved better.  So much better.  He didn’t fully realize it until Emma showed up, but I can’t help but believe he had moments even before when he sensed that something just wasn’t quite right.

He’d dreamt of the wolf again.

The dream was incomplete, no more than a jumble of images, a feeling of freedom, but the wolf was always there, his guide and companion.

It was such an odd dream.  As the sheriff of a small town in Maine, he’d seen the woods, of course, but he’d never seen a wolf, and certainly not one with a bright red eye like the one in his dream.

Graham knew in his head that he had a good life.  He had a satisfying job, a girlfriend, a sleepy little town full of residents he liked.

But every now and again, he couldn’t shake the sense that he wasn’t truly happy.  Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what.  It was like that nagging feeling when you know there’s something you should remember–something important–just at the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t access it.

Yesterday had been one such day.

He’d been going about his normal routine, reading the paper as he sipped his morning tea, when he’d had the strongest urge to go to find the newcomer–Kurt Flynn–and detain him for drunk driving.

He’d tracked the man to Regina’s office and had just started to take the ranting and raving man into custody when suddenly the man shoved something off of Regina’s desk and Graham had felt a sudden, intense pain in his chest, a pain so strong it dropped him to his knees.

For a moment, for just one single moment, he’d been confused, suddenly wondering what he was doing.  This man wasn’t drunk driving; he wasn’t even driving.  Why was he so compelled to arrest him for a crime he obviously wasn’t committing?  He didn’t want to do this; it wasn’t his choice.  How many other times had he been compelled to do things that he didn’t truly want to do?  Why was this happening?  Was he losing his mind?

But then Regina had retrieved the small wooden box and returned to it some sort of red, glowing object that Graham hadn’t gotten a full glimpse of, and his mind cleared once again.

He had a job to do.  He had to detain Kurt Flynn for drunk driving and keep his son Owen from leaving, no matter what it took.

He got to his feet and gave chase.

Now, this morning, he puzzled over the entire affair for another moment as he laid upon his bed trying to fully wake. 

But then his mind went once again blank.  He suddenly somehow knew that Regina wanted him to make a stop at her house before work.  He best get to it.

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[textualviolence]

um what else am i currently or have ever been ashamed of or felt pressure to disavow ummm...

i liked good omens both seasons. Writing on season two couldve been better but those two actors have good chemistry & comedic timing its entertaining to watch them on screen and the little cringe love story did tug at my heartstrings a little like i do care what happens to them.

I was also very much a bbc sherlock fan during the peak of tjlc and i believed in it with all my heart and when the last episode of s4 came out i was in denial for 4 months and then i pretended id never heard of the show in my life for the following few years...hbomberguy made a whole video calling me a stupid idot loser for falling for it and it felt like a knife to the heart. & you know what i rewatched it recently with a lightened soul & no karmic debt & now recognize the pain behind the vitriol cause he was clearly also a disappointed fan though i could not see that at the time. maybe not tjlc who's to say but he loved bbc sherlock & hated himself for that once the last episode came out and we all realised it was bad its pretty obvious in the way he talks about steven moffat like an ex-lover who betrayed him. But i think its not even bad i still like it ill rewatch it and have a good time,

and yes i am a johnlock shipper. those ugly british men have a handle on my psyché though with the shifting tides im feeling like i would enjoy a wider range of pairings and themes from that show. I am generally very susceptible to outside influence when it comes to these things its part of why i find it hard to ignore when the trends oscillate wildly between loving something absolutely and hating it with a passion i find it very tiring because i feel it in my heart as if the urge came from the inside...sometimes something is just okay and its okay to like it an average amount without having to wildly overcorrect to atone for having liked it more than it deserved. maybe i was too intense about bbc sherlock and got my heart broken even though it was obvious i was projecting something that was not there on a cryptic blank screen, and so it is mostly my own fault but i don't have to hate myself for it either its all fine.

Loving something a little too much and being heartbroken when you realise it wasn't actually what you thought is painful but its part of life its not something to bury into the earth its fine....and im uncool to the extreme ive never been cool not once in my life im sort of embarrassing in most of the things i do and say and thats okay too i don't have to change because i can't anyways and besides its not hurting anyone. I'm literally a theater kid and theres something very freeing about being in the middle of a gaggle of nerds well sort of like being a tumblr blogger but the two balance each other out. I can't be cool on here because im a theater kid to my core in real life in the hamilton fan sort of way and i can't be cool in really life because im literally a tumblrina of the superwholock variety and in both there is a kind of peace and relief knowing that i will never have to be cool and am always lamer than most people around me at least in my heart of hearts...

[randomchaotichuman]

i have once again been consumed with the need to write something (that is, of course, something new, not one of my several WIPs).(long post ahead)

here is a list of things I would like to write about but aren't enough for a story on their own or i don't really know how to include them (each topic is not necessarily related to each other)

Hermione should have experienced some degree of nerve damage from her torture at Malfoy manor. Shaky hands and has to take medication to be functional. (in general she went through a lot physically in the war, she has to have a hell of a time with phantom pain in scars) (the others are affected as well, but between Dolohov's curse and her torture, she has it extra bad in the long term). don't really know what to do with this information other than maybe write a character analysis fic.

i am getting back into bones (tv show) and genuinely considering rewatching the show. Sweets is my favorite character, i kinda want to write a character analysis fic about him, but don't really remember enough of his characters details to feel like I can do him justice.

i am also being slowly convinced to start watching criminal minds, because the characters seem really cool. i have read a bunch of fics from the fandom, but never actually watched the show.

everytime I get into new fandoms i get the incomprehensible urge to write crossover fanfics. what can I say?, i love a good crossover. despite being one of my favorite things to read, i have never written one.

i don't really like the idea that Hermione went to work for the Ministry after Hogwarts, especially in such a bureaucratic department (could definitely see her working as an Unspeakable, but a desk job, really?). I have a lot of ideas on what I think would suit her better (i might end up making a post at some point about this)

i hc that Hermione would not stick with an only magical education. we know that arithmancy was one of her favorite classes, i fully believe she would have gotten a degree in mathematics if she thought it would help her have a more complete understanding of arithmancy. she would have definitely used muggle education to expand on her magical knowledge.

i have still not given up on the idea that magical dueling needs to be more of a thing in the hp world. not really sure what to do with it, but it's a cool idea that i will hold on to.

so, TLDR: here are a bunch of fanfic and headcanon things related to a few different fandoms that i have been thinking about and don't know what to do with. If you want to use any of these in your own fics, you are more than welcome (just let me know so I can read them)

[the-mortifying-ordeal-of]

Things I'm learning:

Talking about and seeing pictures of food are both difficult and I wanna minimize those experiences as much as possible.

My boobs have gotten smaller.

I have several clusters and fingerprint sized bruises along my hips, butt, and thighs? I did some googling to no avail. My mom historically gets random fingerprint sized bruises on her upper arms but idk man. They aren't painful? No idea.

Urge surfing and moderation seem to be going okay. My sleep cycle is still delightfully early. I'm doing okay on tasks and texts. My muscular gains aren't totally linear but neither is my effort. I'm really enjoying the slower pace with fewer activities - I keep getting excited about the other deep-dive things I can do after I finish TOG, like podcasts+sudoku, my DBT and AlAnon workbooks, the other to-reads on my shelf, or maybe even get into a TV show?? I tried to find a movie the other night and STRUGGLED. I used to give my ex shit for endless browsing but it all seemed like problematic junk. I ended up watching the weathering and rewatching to the bone with Spanish subtitles. Maybe I will just keep re-watching comfort shows and use it as Spanish practice. Oh my god I could start my asl YouTube leasons. Ugh god so many fabulous free things to do now that I'm sitting my ass down at home. I COULD DO YOUTUBE YOGA! Deep cleaning my studio the other day was rough on my poor torn-up hands but the result feels really nice. Oh my god I could finally work on the vision/inspiration board I've always said I wanted. I LOVE SAVING MONEY AND SAVORING SMALL THINGS.

Thank God my car is on hospice and finally made me take my financial situation seriously. I legit think I might be able to sustain this as a new lifestyle, at least until I pay off my student loans and the new car I need. If I can keep coasting at my job and nothing dramatically different alters my plans (I just felt the dread lol), I think I could really enjoy living like this. Am I getting ahead of myself after a month of saving and two-ish months of ⭐ing? Maybe. Am I hypomanic and/or with Addy? Also maybe. But I spent years depressed and anxious and scared of being alone with myself and now I'm excited about it. I'll take the win.

(rereading this for typos, I'm realizing I'm essentially trying to recreate my quarantine period without all the trauma and fear and toxic shit with my ex. RECLAIMING MY TIME)

Omg and I can get jacked at home, and keep making progress on my complex's elliptical, AND WINTER HIKING STARTS SOON! Oh I'm gonna have such a good fucking winter. And it's bath and roasted veggies and soup season! So much gratitude. Oh my god and I can do longer meditations and journaling, maybe getting up to an hour?? I love time. Fuck working full time just to spend it all and be unhappy. I'm onto something.

[myloveinpieces]

goodbye

my dear,

it has been a while since i wrote to you. a few days feels like forever when you consume my mind.

my first urge after my day was to call you about it. tell you about the funny things that happened. tell you all of my thoughts. but you weren't there. your ears are no longer open for me. your eyes no longer see me. you are no longer mine and i am not yours.

i have rewatched our favorite shows. i have listened to our favorite songs. i have done so many things to remind me of you. i know i need to stop, but they are all i have left of you. i truly hope that you are doing better than me. i don't want you to suffer. because even though it pains me, i love you. i don't know when i will write to you again. but know that i wish you well and i love you.

best,

e

[mightyaphrodytee]

Lol, that was season 5, but…

Holy shit so much information has poured all over us for the last two months, it’s hard to keep everything straight in your head. I broke my shoulder during Scandoval, I had endless time in bed, in pain, so I did a rewatch (I’m currently mid-season 7, and I’m not committed to seasons 8 or 9). Every episode. Every blowup, every fight, every meltdown, all the drunkenness and drug abuse, all the infidelity and accusations and denials and tears. And I have thoughts. For posterity, darlings.

I’ve learned (and seen with my own eyes—Florida Girl) that BOTH Tom AND Ariana had some kind of pact, and I think they both took it seriously until Tom abandoned it for Rachel, that they would keep their private struggles, whatever they might be, OFF the show and hidden from their castmates and “friends.” I believe with all my heart that nobody on the show or in production really ever questioned it. No one ever leveled an accusation at their relationship. Tom and Ariana were like the closest thing to an audience pov on the show. The DRAAAAMA was Jax, Jax, Jax, Jax, Stassi, Stassi, Stassi, Stassi, fistfights and party crashing and cheating and a breakup…! We were barely shown Tom and Ariana’s conflict over having children, which seemed significant when Tom said it was a dealbreaker, then immediately retracted it when confronted by Ariana. That, plus their difficulties with intimacy and Ariana’s body image issues, was all we knew. They had each other’s back to an insane degree for YEARS, because of this pact, and now the floodgates are open, And we know that when Lala tells Ariana about what really happened at that party the day Ariana’s grandmother dies, Ariana had a meltdown and refused to film with Lala, who had to sit at a table and wait while production talked Ariana down and got consent to film. That’s why she abruptly turns and yells for Tom to come join the Lala info dump, saying I’m not gonna do this, so…let’s get him. And he was absolutely stone cold caught in a lie right then and there.

How could Ariana so easily dismiss the certain knowledge, via Lala, who was there at the party with Sandoval (and Raquel), that TOM LIED TO HER ABOUT NOT FINDING AN UBER SO HE COULD STAY WITH RAQUEL. So, like, I feel like that should’ve been the red flag to end all red flags.

And she definitely had her doubts, no matter how hard she rode for him publicly, because her INTUITION told her to see what she could see when she had the perfect opportunity to look at his phone. The photos app I guess, which is the iOS camera roll. What a shock it must have been. It’s like you’re flying off the edge of the earth, right up into outer space, no tether to humanity because everything is a lie. UGH I RELATE and probably am projecting my shit onto Ariana, which I’m not trying to do fr fr.

Dude, if she had followed me she would have known I wasn’t at Schwartz’s WORST STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE CONGRATS SCUMBAG

But every time you stayed out late or overnight, Ariana checked your location, which was always at the complicit Schwartz’s house

So you left your phone there while you went off to Rachel’s?

Because OBVIOUSLY you’re no fucking stranger to her apartment (!!!)

There is no way in hell I would ever believe that Sandoval wouldn’t run to his work wife, in whom he has confided everything, and confess every detail, with a TON of drama because it’s Sandoval, to expunge his guilty conscience alllllll over Schwartz. Please. He knew everything from the jump, but of course he took no action beyond urging Sandoval to confess. For seven months. He knew. These people are such great liars.

Every line out of Ariana’s mouth, in her confrontation conversation with Tom, was poetry. Eloquent, blunt, sincere, honest, brutal, true. That woman! I admire her dignified reaction in this episode while also side-eyeing her own complicity in not wanting any breaches of the wall of positivity that she helped create. But everyone on this show has their good and their bad, and we’ve seen it all. Ariana’s very first episode! Disaster. She was playing a tough girl character, not herself.

Brittany is the exception to that and has never done anything wrong or shady or hurtful or mean girl-ish.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

This written work is a little different to the ones I share here, but I felt the urge to put it out for some reason haha. It's my take on 'trust'. I've had a lot of people tell me recently that I should be more open and vulnerable, that concept is so weird. Like how do I go around just spilling everything that's dear to me to a stranger who literally has no interest in my life and then sit to watch them dissect it, to tell me how I need to feel and process it. But the moment you say no, they shift to talk about your 'trust issues' which I find very funny.

And I have a feeling this might give comfort to those who might find themselves in the same boat as me. To them I want to say what my mum told me in the morning, that it's ok to take time. To sit with yourself and build it up. (Maybe that's why I love Wakanda Forever)

That movie has single handedly put on screen a way to deal with these complex emotions tied to grief as a woman, that's it ok to be messy and feel angry for the past and how things have turned out, but you can process it and deal with it in your stride. I rewatch it so often for it's story but more so because it feels cathartic and I feel seen through these characters and their pain.

So let me know if you like this or not, haha I can once in a while share a couple others like these. 💖💖💖💖💖

Ryan Coogler this one's for you!! You've sparked my love for writing again ✨

Ps. I used to do drama in highschool so I just had to read this poem like it's a monologue 🤣

Trust is a flimsy thing

Its astonishing that as a kid,

the concept of trust is an abstract idea.

A lunch shared, best friends for life,

and you navigate through the phases,

get hurt in different places.

A scraped knee, a bruised eye,

a broken heart, a damaged ego.

It varies, the innocence fades,

our playground sporks are replaced with knives

and words, that cut deeper than most,

to leave wounds that never close,

that you may be eighty, to still harbor the pain

when no one showed up to your party.

The narrative shifts,

from friends to frenemies to enemies,

people begin to fail and there's no alternative to it.

You trust, it breaks, ductape it together to try again,

but now you encase it in platinum,

make it hard to get, to live in a castle

that becomes a prison,

when people cry out to tell you

not to bottle it in,

but you own a lot of bottles.

Better to have them contained, cold and frozen,

rather than share it, only for them to get drunk in it.

To then have critise its smell and acidity.

All my tears are tart and my memories sweet,

this vineyard is only for me to use.

Because when its shared, its never a secret

and with it, my privacy ripped like a veil.

With every step you get closer,

to see the real thing, to see the real me

and thats were trust becomes a flimsy thing.

I want to give it to you

but the past paints a different view.

One of betrayal and chaos

and the truth surfaces,

I don't want to be hurt again,

I don't want to be played again.

So I'll hold it out to you,

but clench it deep within my fingers,

so i can see you try and fail.

That in the end,

I'll live in my castle with the walls full of bottles,

like a skittish animal afraid of passing lights,

cause that's all it is, trust is a flimsy thing.

Once torn, its turns to rags,

that you use out of pity to wipe old paintbrushes

and say it had once been a decadent gown,

passed down for centuries,

only to see it reduced to nothing.

Cause value is arbitary and worth is self defined,

trust is a cellopane that holds these together.

It's a bubble that pops when your friend lies,

a bridge that burns when you cry,

because love can be unconditional,

but trust needs to be built out of cobblestone.

It needs time and care and effort.

So when I get critised for being slow to renovate

and quick to judge,

its only because my trust lays in shreds.

I need people who know to knit, to patch and stitch

cause with anyone else, rags with turn to threads.

Trust is a flimsy thing,

because its two way street,

you can't fix it on your own.

❤️❤️❤️

[beelsnack]

I Put A Spell On You - Obey Me Boys and A Witch MC

I may have mentioned it in an ask or something before, but I'm actually a practicing witch. (Sorry, Mammon.) So, in honor of spooky season, I bring you witch MC!

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Lucifer: "Can I ask you something?"

Lucifer looked up from the report he had been working on. In the House of Lamentation, hearing that question was very rarely followed by anything but disaster. He bit back the urge to sigh and turned to look at the human. "You may."

"Have you ever been summoned by a witch?" the human set down their pen. They had taken refuge in Lucifer's room in an attempt to actually get their homework done, and had been working diligently up until this point. "Like, successfully."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't. I doubt any mortal witch would have the power to actually summon me."

"That's what I thought," they leaned back in their chair, stretching.

"What brought this on?"

"A witch I know up in the Human Realm swore up and down that he had, quote unquote, ‘summoned Lucifer himself.’ No one believed him anyway, but I figured I would ask just to confirm my suspicions.”

“No, it is highly unlikely that a mortal witch would have the magical power to summon me,” Lucifer chuckled darkly. “Although many have tried.”

“What happens to them when they do?” they asked, completely abandoning their work at this point. Part of Lucifer wanted to reprimand them for getting distracted, but he couldn’t deny that he liked having their attention on him. “Do you curse them or something?”

“I do nothing,” he smirked as they got up to lean against his desk. Perhaps he could stand to take a break as well. “The minor demons they actually summon, however, often have their fun with those foolish enough to try.”

“Oh, I’ll bet the Little Ds have a blast with them, huh?” the human grinned.

“Ask Number Two about the time he possessed a ouija board and convinced a human they would die if they ever wore the color blue again.”

Laughing, the human moved to return to their spot at his coffee table where they had spread out all of their study materials. Lucifer, however, had different plans.

“Oof!”

In one quick, fluid motion, he had grasped the human around the waist and tugged them into his lap. The movement had mussed up their hair, and he affectionately moved a few strands out of their face to see their adorable pout.

“You know, my dear, you are the only human witch able to summon me. You should wear that fact like a badge of honor.”

Mammon: “Now that’s just playin’ dirty!”

The human had to make a concentrated effort not to laugh at Mammon. “Yeah, they really didn’t have to go that far. They already have you by the balls.”

“They do not!” Mammon growled, crossing his arms. “Nobody has control over The Great Mammon!”

“Except for the multitude of humans who you made pacts with because they promised you a few bucks.”

“Wow, okay.”

Shaking their head, they gently plucked the doll out of Mammon’s palm. It was a standard poppet, made out of cloth. “Why don’t you just have Lucifer or Satan undo the curses?”

“Because,” Mammon huffed. “Human magic is different from demon magic. None of us know the first thing about it.”

“You just don’t want to admit to anyone that the witches pulled one over on you again.”

“Can you fix it or not?”

Smothering another laugh, they brought the poppet closer to examine it. Aside from the basic filling, it felt like there were some stones in there, and they thought they smelled some herbs.

“So, basically all you need to do is remove whatever link they used to bind the doll to you,” they muttered, more to themself than anything. “Usually it’s hair, nail, a drop of blood if they’re feeling particularly nasty…”

“That’s what they were doin’?”

The human looked up, tilting their head. “What?”

“One of the witches was bein’ real nice to me,” Mammon sighed. “Patting me on the head when I dropped off some money for them. Shoulda known she was trying something fishy!”

“Okay, that answers that.” they made their way over to their desk, plopping down in the chair. “So she probably pulled out some of your hair and put it inside the doll. So all we have to do it get it out, this thing becomes a regular old doll, and voila, curse broken.”

“How do we do that?” Mammon asked, peering over their shoulder as they reached into their drawer. His blue eyes widened when they pulled out a pair of scissors. “Whaddaya plan on doin’ with those?”

“Mammon, this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Wha - ack!”

Mammon doubled over in pain at the same time the human cut open a slice on the doll’s belly. There, right in the center of the stuffing and stones - and there were herbs in there, they had been right! - was a little bundle of white hair, tied with a piece of twine.

“Ah-ha!” they plucked the bunch out of the doll, and Mammon just barely managed to catch himself on the corner of the desk before he went crashing to the floor.

��Holy shit, human, I’m gonna fuckin’ hurl.”

“Do it somewhere that isn’t my room, please.”

Leviathan: “Levi, I don’t know how to tell you this, but ‘witch’ and ‘magical girl’ aren’t the same thing.”

Ever since they let it slip that they practiced witchcraft, Levi had obsessively forced them to watch every magical girl anime he could think of. It was his way of relating to them, they were sure, but it was starting to get a little out of hand. There were only so many variations of the magical girl trope in existence.

Levi frowned at them. “It’s not?”

“Well, for one, I don’t own a super cute lolita dress.”

“Do you want me to make you one?”

The human laughed. “Somehow I don’t think showing up to a coven meeting wearing a pink loli dress will make the others take me very seriously.”

“What about blue?”

“Leviathan.”

“Fine, fine,” he huffed. “So if it’s not like in the anime, what is human magic like?”

“A lot more boring than demon magic, honestly.” the human shrugged, turning back to the monitor. Since they had put their foot down against watching Madoka, the two of them were rewatching Sailor Moon. “A lot of using herbs and crystals and energy. Really symbolic.”

“That is boring,” Levi scowled. “You don’t even get a transformation sequence.”

“I’m just as mad about it as you are, dude.”

Satan: “Holy shit, Satan, that is a ton of books.”

THe demon had no reason to look as proud as he did as he sat the stack of books on the table in front of him. “This isn’t even all of them. Some of them are cursed, so I let them be for now.”

“That’s...both impressive and concerning.” the human picked up a book off the top of the pile. “Whoa, it’s even handwritten!”

“I’ve collected my fair share of grimoires over the millennia.” Satan took a seat across from them, watching as they turned each page with reverence. “I believe that one is from a Scottish witch from the 16th century.”

“Should I be wearing gloves or something?” they cradled the book like it was made of glass. “This is historic, Satan.”

“I’ve cast the appropriate spells on them to prevent them from decaying, don’t worry.” Satan laughed. “Although your concern is appreciated.”

“I could learn so much about the craft from these,” their voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide as they scanned each page like it contained the secret to eternal life. “This is...wow…”

The look of utter rapture that the human had on their face was endearing, and Satan couldn’t help but smile softly at them. “Feel free to peruse them whenever you like. They deserve to be appreciated.”

“You mean it?” they looked up with hope sparkling in their eyes. “Thank you so much, Satan!”

“Of course,” he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “That look on your face is worth any price.”

Asmodeus: “I have a gift for you!”

Asmo poked his head up from where he had buried it in his D.D.D. The human stood next to the couch, arms clasped behind their back and a giddy smile stretching across their face. Asmo could practically feel them vibrating from excitement.

“Ooh, for me? Darling, you shouldn’t have!” He pocketed his phone and gave them his full attention. “What is it?”

They held out their hands, revealing the treasure they had been hiding. “Ta-da!”

Asmo carefully picked up the chain from their palms. Dangling from the end of it was a small bottle, wrapped carefully in wire and turned into a pendant. Tiny, translucent pink stones sat inside, nestled in a layer of salt and herbs. The magic surrounding it was faint, as most human witchery was, but it was so uniquely them that Asmo could just about cry.

“Oh, darling, you made me a love charm!” he exclaimed, immediately slipping the necklace on. “It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much!”

The human smiled. “I’m glad! I wasn’t sure what to do with the rose quartz, but I knew you would love them, so I figured I would make you something! Not that I really think a love charm would work on you, but I figured you would appreciate the aesthetic.”

Asmo laughed, reaching forward to cup the side of their face gently. “You don’t need to use a love charm on me, darling. I’m already captivated by you.” His other hand came up to touch the pendent resting against his collarbone. “This will just serve as a reminder of how spellbound you’ve made me.”

Beelzebub: When they had first described themself as a “kitchen witch,” Beel had thought that they meant they were a really good cook.

And while that was true, they also were literally a kitchen witch.

“Basil for protection...oregano to ward off negative magic...there, that should do it.”

To Beel, it just looked like they were making pasta. Which was never a bad thing. But they chose which herbs to season it with such intention and purpose, Beel knew it was more than that.

“Do herbs really have magic?” he asked, leaning on the counter next to the stove while the human worked on magic dinner. “I’ve never thought of them as particularly magical.”

“It’s more of a human thing,” they said, sprinkling the last of the oregano over the pot of sauce. “We don’t get the flashy sparks and all that, so we had to develop our own magic.”

“Hm…” Beel regarded the pot with curiosity. “Is that why your cooking is so good?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” they laughed, swatting at his hand as he slowly approached the pot. “You aren’t sneaky, Beel.”

“Can I just have a taste?”

“Your ‘taste’ is drinking the whole pot like it’s soup.” they rolled their eyes. “I haven’t even started cooking it yet! It’s cold!”

Beel pouted, looking every bit the kicked puppy. “But I want to taste your magic.”

“You can taste my magic when dinner’s ready.”

Belphegor: On nights when he couldn’t sleep, Belphie usually ended up with the human.

Sometimes it was just him wiggling his way into their bed and cuddling with them until he felt sleepy. But tonight, it looks like they were sharing a case of insomnia.

So that was how he ended up sitting on the human’s floor with his hand in their lap as they studied it like it was a textbook.

“So? What do the squiggly lines of destiny tell you about me?”

“That you’re a little bitch.” they shot back, running their thumb over the center of his palm. “You have a lot of crosses on your heart line.”

“Which means?”

“You’re emotionally fucked up.”

Belphie snorted. “I could have told you that one.”

“You’re the one who came in here and wanted to see some human magic, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” they let go of his hand. “The only reason I’m breaking out the salt and candles is to banish your demonic ass from my room.”

“You know that only works on lesser demons.”

“Anything will work as banishment if I throw it hard enough.”

Diavolo: This...felt kind of pointless, honestly.

They knew it was mainly because of Diavolo’s obsession with human culture. But doing a Tarot reading for the Crown Prince of Hell seemed like a waste of everyone’s time.

Well, regardless, a summons from Diavolo was not to be ignored, so they had dutifully gathered up their cards and made their way to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“You know,” they began hesitantly. “If you want to know the future, you have a time-manipulating butler right there.”

Barbatos, ever watchfully, chuckled and inclined his head. “My Lord is fascinated by human methods of divination.”

“It’s true,” Diavolo nodded. “Tarot especially has always piqued my interest, but very rarely do I have time to indulge with the other witches who visit the Devildom.”

....Oh, they really couldn’t say no to the hopeful gleam in his eye. A man that large had no right to look that cute.

“Alright,” they handed him the deck of cards. It looked hilariously small in his hands. “Go ahead and shuffle them.”

“Oh, I get to do it?”

“If you want,” they shrugged. “I usually have whoever is being read for do the shuffling, so the deck can get a feel for their energy. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“No, this is exciting!” He really did look like he was having fun. “How many should I draw?”

“Just one, and we can go from there.”

With a focus that might have been a bit too intense, Diavolo began shuffling. He handled the deck carefully, which made them happy. So many people were rough with the cards, and they were always worried they were going to get ruined.

“Alright.” Diavolo laid a card face down on the table between them. “Would you like to do the honors?”

He was being dramatic, but they couldn’t help but play along. What was the harm in a little bit of fun? They flipped the card face up and let out a startled chuckle.

The Devil.

“Did you do that on purpose?” they asked, laughter dripping from their voice.

“No, honest!” Diavolo was laughing too. “What does the Devil card mean?”

“It means my deck has a sense of humor.”