#this makes me wanna write a time loop fic for her but it would be so depressing lol

[alittleimpulsive]

What kind of time loop are you stuck in?

fantasy tragedy

you can’t look back, you can’t look back, you will always look back. you can’t ever stop looking back. a new dawn will rise if you ever find the strength to look forward, but they will always be gone.

tagged by: @babydxhl sorta

tagging: anyone who wants it

[elysian-chaos]

do i wanna know? - suguru getō

summary: suguru might want you just a little too much word count: 2k(ish) contents: suguru x gn!reader, pre-relationship, no curses au, both are in their early-ish 20's, pining, yearning, flirting, there's one (1) kiss scene, pet names (included but not limited to: gorgeous, baby, angel, i think i threw in sweetheart a couple times), drinking (there's a scener where they do shots), smoking (shoko only), satoru and shoko, mentions of shoko flirting with women, being drunk, some food, this is essentially a song fic, suguru is pathetic for reader, if you want things to make sense this is literally not the place, sugu with his hair tied, soft soft soft, too many commas, maybe kinda cringe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (english is not my first language but my perfectionist ass tried my hardest okay😭) author's notes: thank you @storiesoflilies for the delicious brain worm that led to this and for listening to my ideas about it. and to @ohimsummer for beta-reading this (everyone "say thank you summer!!" because without summer this would be kinda stiff and awkward). i love the both of you 🥹💛 this is a part of a series (hopefully the motivation to write doesn't leave me) so keep your eyes peeled for the rest. also reblogs are highly appreciated👉👈

“you can put it on my tab.”

you hear a voice behind you as you finish ordering your drink at the bar of the club, a refuge from the bright colourful lights of the dance floor, turning your head slightly to look at the newly familiar face as he stands behind you.

(have you got colour in your cheeks? he wonders.)

“suguru,” you chastise softly, the corners of your lips twitching up at the feel his hands coming to rest at your waist. “i can pay for my own drinks, you know?”

“i know,” you can feel his lips curve against your ear as he leans forward, warm fingers grasping at your chin to look at you properly, “can’t i buy a drink for you, gorgeous? see that beautiful beautiful face flush, hm?”

suguru’s heart preens at the sight of your cheeks gaining colour, you pressing the side of your face into your shoulder with a smile.

“fine. i’ll let you buy the drink for me. i’m still not happy about it though.”

he chuckles, picking up the drink from the bar as the bartender places it, grabbing your hand gently to guide you in front of him, “come on, everyone’s waiting for us.”

“i never even told you i was going out tonight,” you comment, looking at him with curiosity, trusting him to save you from stumbling or running into anything or anyone.

“didn’t have to, gorgeous. just guessed.”

“because you know me so well?”

“didn’t say that either,” he chuckled, carefully piloting you through the crowds of drunks and servers to one of the corner booths from where you could already hear satoru’s loud laughter and see the smoke flowing from shoko’s lips.

“sho!” you exclaim, escaping suguru’s orbit, a rogue plane, for practically skipping to your new centre of gravity, slipping into the booth on the same side as the brunette to hug her.

shoko chuckles as she drapes her arm around your shoulder, keeping the cigarette in her other hand away from you and nuzzling her nose against your temple, “hey.”

you smile harder. “i missed you! you were supposed to call me,” you complain as you pull away before turning to satoru and high-fiving the man with teasing on the tip of his tongue, ready to unravel.

suguru watches with a fond smile as you interact with his best friends, sitting down beside satoru and placing your drink in front of you.

the conversation flows easy, the four of you talk and laugh and drink before satoru whisks shoko away to the dance floor, leaving you and geto alone.

you scoot further in the booth, creating space for him to sit beside you as you watch his friends dance, taking sips of your drink. you lean your head against suguru’s shoulder, an arm looping with his.

“he’s so easy to be around.”

suguru notes the hint of envy wrapped in admiration in your voice, honeyed eyes captivated by your face rather than the sight of his friends goofing off, voice soft, “don’t tell me you’re jealous of him of all people?”

“it’s not—“ you pause, trying to word the sentence in your brain before you speak, not wanting to stumble as you try to explain yourself, black hair tickling parts of your face and neck, “— jealousy jealousy. i just wish i could be like that too. easy to be around, easy going and i don’t know, just not so awkward.”

“you aren’t that awkward, angel,” he wonders what is obvious in his gaze, the glittering hearts or the tinge of green at your enamourment of his best friend’s personality.

you turn your head to look up at him, only a few inches between you, always so eager to escape your feelings, not here, not now, “if you say so. do you wanna do shots?”

by your fourth shot, you’ve both found yourself at the bar stools, technically him on the stool and you in his lap. you’re close. so close that you can’t tell anymore if the tequila you smell is on his breath or yours, close enough that you can see the specks of black in his amber eyes, bees frozen in resin; letting him hold his glass at your lips and yours to his as you lick the salt off the rims before your arms tangle and you down your own shots, pushing your lemon wedges into each other to stabalise them in the air, biting to release the sour juice and feel your noses nuzzle.

“do you think you have the guts to ask now?” you giggle, throwing away your juice-less lemon wedge into the metal bowl with the rest.

he nods and you rest your hand on his chest, right over his sternum a he leans even closer. “well, sweetheart,” his voice is heavier, words slurring, breath hitching; your hand trailing up to stroke the contours of his collarbone, “i’ve been wonderin’ if that heart of your is still open. an’ if so, i wanna know what time it shuts.”

“for you or d’ya wanna set me up with one of your pretty friends?” you tease drunkenly, pretend biting his cheek, letting your nose nuzzle against his ear.

(i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.)

you can feel him about to sigh and before you know it you’ve picked up another shot to down, searching for respite from his disappointment in the inhibition.

half an hour later you’re both delightfully drunk, snuggled together in a different booth, food in front of you as you giggle. shoko is by the bar, flirting with a woman while satoru is curled up in your old booth, covered up in her jacket. the ambiance has changed as the number of people decreased, softer music with softer lighting, a far cry from the shitty pop songs and the colourful disco lights only thirty minutes ago.

“tell me a secret,” you demand, carefully picking out the cheesiest nachos from the plate in front of you to eat.

(how many secrets can you keep?)

“a secret?” he confirms, swallowing the bite of corn dog in his mouth, adam’s apple moving. as his jaw clenches momentarily. “why?”

“just ‘cause. can’t i want to get to know you better?”

“fine,” he murmurs, a huff escaping his lips as he sits up and leans closer, pressing his lips against your helix. “i...” he exhales softly, “had a dream about you like once.”

(i’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.)

suguru feels a touch of worry when your eyes widen, “really?”

“really, angel. cause recently i’ve found this song that reminds me of you somehow and i play it on repeat, until i fall asleep. so how can i not dream of you when you’re all i can think of before i sleep?”

(and spill the drinks on my settee.)

“i mean, it makes sense—” that’s when he cuts himself off, realising that the emotion in your eyes isn’t shock, but wonder. wonder as you call his name, wonder as you tell him to shut up, and that wonder is mirrored in his own eyes as he hears your next words.

“i’m sorry to interrupt, i am, i just want to kiss you so bad. can i?”

and suguru wonders if this is a dream, resists the urge to slap himself in front of of you as he gulps and nods, a pathetic little ‘please’ tumbling out his lips.

he lets you maneuver his face to your liking, eyes fluttering shut at the tender hold your cold fingertips establish on his face, pulling him down as you reach up to press your lips to his. there isn’t much to the kiss, just your lips moving against his. but if he tilts his head closer, he can feel your eyelashes brush against his the skin under his eyes, the side of your nose bumping against his and he feels like his head could explode. a part of him, the same part that gently grasps your chin, desperately hopes that you feel the same. that your heart feels like it’s been flash frozen and then blasted with fire, like your brain has short circuited like his, each thought singing of you, you, you.

he lets the kiss go on your terms, willing to lose his oxygen, his life, to the feel of your lips. the electrons of your body vibrating in phase with his and it’s as if thought you can feel him and you hit the same note, reach the perfect harmony, against the chaotic hum of the universe. like twin stars orbiting each other, bound to deplete the other of their layers before exploding into supernovae.

you pull away with a soft gasp, eyes fluttering open as your fingers move of their own volition to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

“why do you always act like this at nights and never during the day?”

(he can’t find it in his heart to say, now i’ve thought it through, i’ll always be crawling back to you.)

you tilt your head at his sudden question; lips parted as you lick at them for the taste of him and salt and lemon juice, as you whisper in response, “because we’re different people at night, baby.”

(darling, we both know, that the nights are mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.)

you make sure shoko and satoru are securely situated in the cab, seat belts fastened and loudly discussing how shoko has shared her location with the both of you as satoru sleeps with his head against her shoulder. you bid her goodbye and shut the door, watching the taxi drive off and you’re once again left alone with suguru.

you let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, his soft, black hair tied in a ponytail flowing over his other shoulder as he walks you home.

(do i wanna know?)

he watches the streetlight shine on your face, shadows of wild hair dancing to your drunk shenanigans, letting you use him as your centre of gravity to stop you from falling. he’d let you use him however you wanted, he thinks, he only needed the word. but he smiles, watching you dance and skip around as he walked you home.

(if this feeling flows both ways.)

“do you, suguru geto, ever get a fear that you can’t let go of?”

(that you can’t shift, the type that sticks around like something in your teeth.)

“not that i can think of... why?”

(are there some aces up your sleeve?)

“no reason,” you shrug with feigned nonchalance.

(i’ve no idea that i’m in deep.)

he walks you the entire way to your apartment building, drunk rambling, flirting, yearning.

“do you ever think of callin’ me?” he asks, draping his jacket over your shoulders from his arm as he watches you shiver.

you give him a confused look which turns into a soft, breathy chuckle, breaths turning white as they condense from the cold air, “i call you almost everyday, silly.”

“no. when you’ve had a few.”

(cause i always do.)

“i don’t drink by myself, handsome. you always find your way to me when i’m drinking. i think you listen to my brain calls. so maybe?”

his lips form a little ‘o’ in realisation, cheeks turning pink. he rubs his cheek against your head like a cat scenting you but you pay no mind in your drunken state as you come to a stop at the entrance of your building.

he hates the sadness in your eyes as you look at him, the both of you separating as you move to stand facing him.

“it’s always sad to see you go,” you murmur softly, squeezing his fingers that are intertwined with yours, eyes weighed down by well earned sleep.

(i’m always hoping you can stay.)

“you can come see me or call me to see you whenever you want, baby,” he reminds lightly, a step closer, hands resting on your shoulders to fix the jacket on your frame.

“promise?”

you extend your little finger towards him and suguru smiles, a feeling of familiarity as he links his pinky with yours and presses a kiss to your head, “i promise, angel.”

(i don’t know if you feel the same as i do. but we could be together, if you wanted to.)

[barblaz-arts]

Heyy! Hope you're doing well:) First off I would like to say that your art is absolutely scrumptious and I LIVE for all the wonderful Chaggie content you feed us!! You really do one of my fav WlW ships justice fr and for that I thank you 💗💗 (don't mean to bootlick so much but you really are awesome)

But yeah so I had two questions if that's ok:) also sorry if anyone's already asked these before at all! I haven't caught up with posts so I might be out of the loop!

1) I absolutely looove your characterisation of Charlie being more of the simp (outwardly, that is, lol), but are you planning on doing more swooning Vaggie content perchance? No pressure ofcc, it's your page haha- just wondering! cause Cha Cha is my fav so I personally love Vaggie being written as the absolute hopeless simp hahahaha

And 2) have you watched arcane by any chance? It's been consuming me lately, especially the Vi X Caitlyn train (WHICH-- THEIR DYNAMICS RLLY REMIND ME OF CHAGGIE IN SOME ASPECTS ICL)

Anygayss, thanks for all you do to fuel fandom spaces, your work is greatly appreciated and loved!! Hope you have a lovely day/night💗💗💗💗

Thank you!

1) oh well Charlie's more the simp in my art because she's the one who wears her heart in her sleeve. She's for the visual stuff? So for Vaggie, I prefer to show her simping in my writing instead, which is why most of my chaggie fics are in her pov. Really get into her head. I do occasionally have her swooning/getting flustered still of course, but ig it's a lot more subtle. Most of the time.

2) yes i do watch arcane and am a caitvi enjoyer lol. Funnily enough i didnt wanna watch it at first, but my brothers play League of Legends and they occasionally make me watch the cinematics/music videos, so inevitably they made me watch Arcane with them when it came out years ago too. I ended up getting more invested with it than they were lmao

[witless-winion1]

Reread your fic and it got me thinking:

God Games reprise/parody but it's the crew in the afterlife discussing whether to help Odysseus during 600 strike. Different arguments and stuff but same musical structure.

After getting Perimedes but to the tune of the Aphrodite name intro in God Games stuck in my head, I need to share this concept with someone. Uh, Polities is Athena and the one in Odysseus's defense. Eurylochus gets Ares' bit (the Ares, Ares intro chant is Euryl-ochus). Elpenor gets Apollo's part. Idk who the others are. Zeus's bit is Hades because they're trying to convince him to let them leave the Underworld temporarily to go kick his brother's ass (except he's not a sore loser).

oh my god

oh my god

OH MY GOD

OH MY-

HOLY SHIT THATS-

wiaitwoaiyeaitwaitwaitwait

H A N G ON

Thank you for rereading my fanfic!!! :)

I feel like Eurylochus would be better as Hephaestus because he has MANY MIXED FEELINGS that cancel out to become a real emotional neutrality, like Hephaestus’s stoic neutrality, and both are one push away from deciding in the other’s favor. Does that make sense? I’m incomprehensible when excited

There’s not enough named men in EPIC to fill every role, so we might have to get…creative…

Thank you, you’ve cursed my brain to loop ✨~Periiimeeddeeesss~✨ or elPEnor 🦜

Zeus- Hades

Athena- Polites

Apollo- Elpenor (argument: Ody didn’t care enough to notice when he died on Circe’s island) (counter argument is that he was stressed tf out and still high on moly, he wasn’t great at counting heads, also it was Elpenor’s fault for getting drunk, like how Athena basically says “the sirens were trying to kill him, you dolt”)

Hephaestus- Eurylochus (the argument is literally the same as Hephaestus’s, but he’s on the verge of tears) (Poli just kinda murmurs something about it being many people’s fault, including Eury’s, and then hugs him, and Eury just barely chokes out his agreement)

Aphrodite- Perimedes (argument: is sacrificed six men to Scylla! And he gestures to six traumatized souls in the corner— counter argument is that there was no other way unless they’d all rather get thrashed by Poseidon instead of only six being eaten by Scylla) (or maybe he just points out how stupid it was to fix himself to the Cyclopes, and Poli goes “..a guy can make mistakes, can’t he? He’s just a man…”

Ares- ……an older, gruffer solider that’s bitter with Ody for just giving into Zeus’s demand to choose instead of using his Buff Brain like he has been this whole time (with the counter-argument that it’s LITERALLY ZEUS, KING OF GODS)? Or Hades pulls up a Trojan guard/solider that got killed, but idk how Polites would convince him…

Hera- I’m thinking either a) Persephone (because Zeus used his wife and also Persephone wanted to be included and Hades wasn’t gonna tell her no), and she’s already kinda “I’m fine with letting him go but I wanna mess with this funny little pancake boy” or b) a killed siren that Hades fetches, but he accidentally grabs a younger one that had no idea what was really happening during the massacre and is really confused so she just goes “uh-um, who? Some guy who wants to get home? Sure go help him but first you gotta sing with me” (like Hera’s disco battle)

it’s be fun if we could add Tiresias, Anticlea, or Astyanax in, but that probably wouldn’t work because

Tiresias- I can see him being irritated by Ody screaming in his face like an angry owl; he would be a good option, but I can’t see him fitting anywhere here

Anticlea:- are you kidding? That’s just Hades rigging the game in Polites’ favor. She’d say “YES GO GET MY BOY BACK HOME. EVERYONE’S WWAAAAIIITTIIIINNNNGGG FOR HIM” before Polites could even open his mouth. The entire verse would literally just be harmonizing the Waiting motif.

Astyanax: it’s a baby.

I’m actually so tempted to write the song or a fanfic about this, bestie you’re a fucking genius I hope you understand that

if anybody has any ideas or points, please please share them!!! This is such a cool concept

[dfortrafalgar]

would you be interested in a more Platonic type fic? Like being good friends with Robin?

alternatively if it has to be romantic: Law being forced on a disaster of a date only to meet a super helpful (comic) bookshop employee and she starts seeming cute when he finds out she has similar interests? (Boy probably went into cardiac arrest at first when someone caught him not being broody)

hope this isn’t too much!

and you’re doing awesome!

thank you so much for your request, anon!!!! im actually going to use both of your ideas, but i started with the Law one because that hit seriously close to home. ive been on some absolute TRAVESTIES of dates in the past, and i needed to write law suffering through a similar fate or i'd die!!!!! I hope you enjoy, and pretty soon I'll post your platonic Robin request as well! I love writing platonic stories just as much as romantic ones <3

An Out.

Law x Fem Reader

Law made the mistake of letting his friends talk him into a first date… and now he desperately needs an out. Fast.

Warnings: an absolute disaster of a first date for our wonderful nerdy man. modern au, implied college setting, some mild slight suggestive language but nothing more than that

Trafalgar Law tried in vain to recount the series of events that led up to this very moment.

There was the dusty apartment floor discussion about how the med-student hadn’t gotten laid yet, which was followed by a raunchy comment about a girl in someone’s class, it was revealed that this girl was single (‘and ready to mingle’), and her number was forcibly input into Law’s phone.

For the week that followed, he was inundated with flirty texts from this girl he had never met in person.  He was forced to send her a picture of himself, mostly to get her to stop blowing up his texts every hour, and that was the next mistake in the line-up of unfortunate events.

Turned out she had a thing for facial hair.

Then, instead of getting pestered with general flirty messages, it was general flirty messages that were ramped up to a nine.  ‘I’d rip your clothes off if you give me the opportunity,’ kind of nine.

Law knew he was a virgin, but at least he wasn’t this desperate, nor did he have any inclination to be.  If anything, the texts he received from this stranger were making him want sex even less.

And yet… he was still pushed into this.

A date around downtown with this girl.  She clung to his arm, tried to loop her fingers into his, and yet had absolutely no interest in anything he had to say.  At all.

First red flag: she mentioned her ex.  Three times.  In four minutes.  Everything was about what he did wrong to upset her, no self-awareness to be found.  Second red flag: the clinginess.  Law hated public affection, but any attempts to urge her to give him space resulted in a childish pout and her arms caged around his, almost pulling him to the ground.  Third red flag: she couldn’t give two shits about Law, in any sense of the word.  She wouldn’t stop talking about herself.  Her looks, her clothes, her favorite music, her favorite shows to binge watch, her distaste for the area of the city they were in, her distaste for the lunch Law had [regretfully] paid for, her distaste for the speckled jeans he decided to wear…

He could feel the premature wrinkles forming in between his eyebrows the longer the date went on.  He was starting to wonder if he’d have to throw out the shirt he was wearing later.  It already reeked of the too-strong, powdery-scented perfume she bathed herself in.

“Where do you wanna go?” she suddenly asked, still tugging on his arm.

“I kinda want to stop by the bookstore before we leave,” he suggested, his feet already carrying him, and by extension, her, along the sidewalk to a small bookshop that had just recently opened.

“The bookstore?  What kinda guy brings a girl to a bookstore on a first date?!” she demanded, showing off yet another childish pout.  It wasn’t a good look on her.

‘A guy who knows this girl’s not getting a second date,’ he wished he could say.  Instead, all the snarky remarks stayed locked inside his weary brain, bouncing around like a caged lion desperate to escape.

The girl didn’t make any motions to ditch him to his nerdy reprieve, and instead followed on his heels as he pulled open the bookshop’s door, the familiar, calming scent of new books, fresh paper, and ink filling his nose.

“It smells gross in here,” the girl huffed.

Aaaand there went Law’s fleeting moment of peace.  Out the window.  Down fifteen stories and splattered on the pavement.  He needed to violently restrain the eyeroll that begged to appear.  His ocular nerves ached to be a dick in the pettiest way possible.  He inwardly hoped that by dragging this girl to the most unassuming bookshop would encourage her to leave, call a friend or get a cab to take her back to her home, but alas, she stayed glued to Law’s side like a lost dog.

She followed behind him as he blindly perused shelves of new and pre-owned books, Law’s feet subconsciously guiding him to the back of the store where he knew the comic books would be located.

If anything would turn this girl off for good, it had to be his love for all things superhero.  His comic book collection would dry her up like a dessert in a drought.  Or at least, it fucking better.

His eyes lit up as he approached the expansive comic shelf, immediately spotting the latest print of Sora: Warrior of the Sea- Volume 10.  It had finally been officially localized, and he had been saving some of his spending money for this very moment.  He eagerly grabbed the book from the shelf, thumbing through the pages.

“How old even are you?” jeered the girl by his side.  “Comic books are, like, little kid shit.”

“I’m five years old,” barked Law, refusing to look toward her as he continued to analyze the pages of his favorite series.

To the average onlooker, they both probably looked like complete jackasses towards one another.  And while Law was at least brave enough to admit that his behavior was certainly petty, he felt like he was warranted a Get Out Of Jerk Free card for all the painful hours of suffering through this atomic catastrophe of a date had put him through.

“Whatever, I’m going to find a bathroom,” the girl finally groaned, releasing his arm and trudging through the aisles of books toward the checkout counter to ask an employee where the bathrooms were located.

Law watched her go out of his peripheral vision, refusing to exhale a sigh of profound relief until she was completely out of his line of sight.  With shoulders that finally relaxed, free from the overbearing tension, he turned his focus back to the comic in his hands, continuing to thumb through the colorful pages of artwork.  He flipped the book around to examine the price, smiling at how reasonable it was.  He filled his arms with a few other comics from a series he had been meaning to pick up, and retreated toward the cash registers to buy his books.  The sooner he got his treat for this ordeal, the sooner he could get out of here, call this girl a taxi home, and spend the rest of his life as a willingly single comic book mega-nerd.

But reality wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

Not when the girl sitting behind the register thumbing through another copy of Sora Volume 10 was an absolute bombshell.

When she looked up at Law, her eyes quickly went wide.  She placed the book under the register counter and eagerly leaned forward, her hands supporting her over the counter.  “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Law cocked an eyebrow, confused.  “Yeah, why?”

“That girl you’re with is making you miserable.  You walked through the door looking like you wanted someone to grant you a mercy killing,” she huffed.  Her eyes were clearly concerned.  “Are you dating her?”

Law felt his guard dropping without even realizing it the longer he was in the presence of this cashier.  “My friends set me up on a date with her, but I’m having the absolute worst time of my life.”

The new girl’s own eyebrows angled downward in concern.  “Do you want an out?”

“A what?”

“An out,” she repeated.  “An excuse to get her to leave you alone.”  Time was running out.  At any moment, she could leave the bathroom.

Law frantically looked back and forth between the cashier and the small, short hallway that led to the single restroom.  With pleading, golden eyes, he silently mumbled, “Yes, please.”

The cashier kept her eyes on the bathroom door as she began unloading Law’s hands, spreading his books out on the counter to make it look like she was busy ringing out his purchase.  Law watched with an analytical gaze as she fumbled with his items, clearly buying time until the bathroom door opened.

He didn’t have time to ask what she was plotting.

The second the door cracked open, the man’s shirt collar was violently clenched in the cashier’s hands as she pulled him over the counter, smushing her lips into his.  Law’s fingers flexed in thin air as he froze, brain completely fried as he was frozen in this sudden kiss.

His first kiss.

“What the fuck?!” the girl screeched, exiting the bathroom in a frenzy as she booked it toward the heated exchange happening over the cash register.

The new girl pulled herself away from Law’s face, but only enough where she could display her best rendition of a weary, tired war-torn wife waiting on a cliffside for her husband to return.  “Baby, please just take me back!  My life isn’t complete without you!”  Her voice was cracking as she fake-wailed, her grip on Law’s shirt never faltering, not even once.  The few customers who also occupied the store turned to stare at the commotion, frazzled and befuddled.  “Nothing in life is as good as it was with you!  I’m in shambles!  You were the best sex I’ve ever had!”

It took a few moments for Law to catch on to the ruse.  As soon as he put the puzzle pieces together in his mind, however, he was grabbing the wrists of the cashier and bringing his lips back to hers, closing his eyes and trailing his arms up to grasp her face.  Completely disregarding the fact that they were still separated by the heavy check-out counter between their torsos.

“You were dating someone?!” snapped the original girl.  “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Law pulled away from the cashier’s lips, his own skin immediately feeling fifteen degrees colder from the loss of her contact.  “I wasn’t.  Until now.”

The new girl put her arm around Law’s shoulders from across the check-out counter, her deft fingers caressing his skin through his shirt.  “I’m sorry, but I’m taking him back, I can’t stand to be without him any longer!  The sight of him with another woman…” she made a show of clenching her chest, “makes me sick!”  She was damn good at this, in a way that almost made Law concerned.  The fact that she was pulling all of this out of nowhere, and the fact that her first course of action was this drastic, made Law’s heart flutter in his chest.

“Ugh, whatever.  This place sucks ass anyway.  I’m going home.”  She finally shouldered her bag and marched out of the shop, her feet stomping across the hardwood floor until the sound of the front door slamming closed finally made the cashier release her arm from Law’s shoulders.

And once again, the man was feeling oddly cold without the contact.  He glanced at her as she started ringing up his items for real.  “You’re… a good actor,” he blurted.

The girl hid her face in her arm with shame, an awkward laugh bubbling from her throat.  “I’m so sorry, I was trying to think of what to do to help you but when the door opened I panicked.”  Her eyes were focused on her work.  “I’ve been on some absolutely awful dates myself, so I understand.  Sometimes I’ve wished I could have Prince Charming swoop me out of the movie theater where a guy made fun of me for my interests the entire run-time.”

His jaw went slack.  “Are you serious?”

“Deadass,” she replied, quick as a whip.  “Insisted on holding my hand the entire time.  I think he was convinced that I had taken him to see a horror movie because I wanted to act scared in front of him, but his hand was so clammy and sticky the whole time.  And not in the endearing ‘Aww he’s shy!’ kind of way.”

Law wished at that moment that he had more charisma.  He was sure one of his friends would be able to pull a witty, flirty quip from their asses like it was nothing, but Law’s personal dictionary of flattery was nonexistent as it was.  He balked while he listened to the cashier who just took his breath away lamenting about her own poor experiences with dating, and he was sure that her example in this moment was only one of many.  Instead of continuing the conversation, his mind blanked.  He stated, more like whispered, “That was my first kiss.”

The girl’s hands stopped scanning his books halfway through.  Her wide eyes darted up to Law’s, her jaw slack.  “It… It was?”

“Yeah.”

Her hands flew to cover her mouth, eyes wide with shock.  “Oh my god… oh my god, I’m so sorry!”  She dropped her head onto the counter, covering her despair with both of her arms now.  “First kisses are supposed to be special and I just took your’s away from you…”

Law shocked himself by smiling at the weary display in front of him.  “If it makes you feel any better, that was far better than the date I was on.  But I’m sure you already knew that.”

She picked her head up, a trembling hand grabbing one of his last books to scan.  Her eyes nervously darted back and forth as she silently worked, once in a while sucking her bottom lip in with her teeth before releasing the flesh.  She was clearly lost in an intense inner turmoil.

“It’s really alright,” Law muttered, now growing shy himself.  He was just now realizing the gravity of what had happened… and how truly adorable this girl was.

She tapped a few buttons on her cash register before finally making eye contact with him again.  “You are a pretty good kisser… you’re really sure you’ve never done that before?”

He affirmatively shook his head.  “Never.  I’ve never been… popular with the dating scene,” he muttered.  “Hence this awful set-up date.”

The cashier’s eyes went wide again momentarily.  “That’s kind of surprising to me… I would think someone like you would get any girl you wanted.”

Law backpedaled.  “What does that mean?”

She pulled his total up on the small screen that faced him.  She was turning away from him as if to hide her face, her entire expression teeming with a child-like embarrassment.  “Well, you’re crazy hot, for starters.  And you like Sora, clearly.”

Law felt a smirk emerge on his lips.  “Is Sora one of your only qualifiers for a decent partner?”  He began to rekindle some of the confidence he had lost throughout the day.  The longer he spent in this girl’s presence, the more he felt the tension in his body leaving.

She grinned, the stress in her shoulders from her own actions finally releasing.  “Only guys with fluffy black hair and golden eyes that read Sora, if you want my honest answer.”

Now this was flirting.  Law had to admit, he was pretty pleased with this sudden turn of events.  The atmosphere this girl radiated was immensely calming, allowing him to chip through his reinforced walls just enough to feel like a somewhat normal person.  He started to wonder if she could break through his barriers even more.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked, taking out his credit card and swiping it through the machine to finally cash out his order.

The girl excitedly revealed her name.  “And your’s?”

“Trafalgar Law,” he replied.  “I go to North Blue University for med school in the next town over.”

“No shit, so do I!  I’m getting a worker's license there,” she added, her expression shifting from one of moderate happiness to one of excitement.  “I doubt we’ve had any of the same classes, but we should hang out sometime!  Get coffee, maybe talk about Sora…”  Her voice trailed off, her eyes growing soft.  “Unless you’ve been completely turned off to dating after what you’ve clearly just been through.”

Law took a few moments to ponder over her words, watching as the receipts for his purchase slowly emerged from the thermal printer.  “I think I can make an exception this time.”

The smile that broke out on the girl’s face may as well have blinded him.  She was truly dazzling, even in her ratty-looking employee apron and an oversized T-shirt accounting for her work attire.

Law placed his new assortment of books into his own bag, the girl snatching his receipts from the printer and stashing one of the copies in the drawer below the counter.  When he looked back up, she was holding out his second receipt, folded in half.  She gave him a fond smile when he took it.

“I hope you’re able to relax later today, and enjoy your books!” she called, waving to Law as he exited the store.

Once outside again, the air felt clearer now that he was alone.  The day was still young, hardly a cloud in the sky and a pleasant breeze coasting through the city.  He looped his bag over his shoulder and opened the receipt, peering at what was written on the backside.

Call me for Sora… and for just me ;) <3 1125-354-9854

[atleastpleasetelephone]

I cannot stop thinking about a BDE fluff/smut fic where he’s feeling down about his physical image, and the reader is shy and innocent but decides to try her hardest to make him feel better but is a little too awkward whilst trying, and he has to take over, and I thought you would write this wonderfully!

Bunny

A/N: Not sure if this answers the brief, but here we go anyway.

Pairing: BDE x reader

Word count: 2.4K

TWs: not much. Elvis is a little sad about getting older. A handjob.

Part 2 is here

Your two friends both push you towards the stage.

“C’mon, he’s just there!”

You stumble forwards, splaying your hands on the top of the stage as you look up. He’s towering above you, like some sort of God, hips swaying back and forth to the music as he sings the last line of the song. You stare upwards, open-mouthed. He puts both arms in the air in a final dramatic gesture, and then looks down, spotting you. A little smile plays on his lips. You look so nervous, big brown eyes staring up at him like a frightened rabbit. He knows what to do. Dropping his arms he gets down on a knee right in front of you, and suddenly his face is just there, staring down into yours. You nibble on your lower lip as you stare back, and now he’s convinced you are a rabbit, caught in the headlights, unable to move.

“Hey darlin’,” he drawls, his hand reaching down for your shoulder.

“H-hi,” you whisper.

“Ya wanna scarf, honey? Or a kiss?” He pauses for a moment, studying your pretty little face. “Or both?”

“B-both.”

He chuckles as your fingers find the scarf already around his neck and grip it tightly. You might look like a scared little bunny rabbit but you’ve got a fierce grip and you know what you want.

“Alright then.”

He moves his hand to your face, cupping your cheek, and then presses his lips gently against yours. Even though the crowd is loud and the band is still playing the end of the song, he hears the little moan you make when he kisses you. Something stirs inside him at that little noise, and when he takes the scarf off his neck, he loops it around yours and uses it to pull you in for another kiss. He puts you off-balance, and when you catch yourself one of your hands lands on his thigh as his tongue pushes past your unresisting lips. You feel light-headed, trying to steady yourself as you feel his soft lips against yours and breathe in the smell of him. Musky and powdery and undeniably sexy. It might have been the second kiss but it still ends far too soon.

“Wait around after the show finishes, Joe’ll come an’ get ya,” he tells you, and then he’s standing up and talking into the mic, announcing the next song.

Your head spins. Wait for him? Joe will come and get you? Who is Joe? Where are you going?

“Ohmygod he kissed you!”

“Twice!”

“What was it like?”

“Look at the scarf!”

Your friends have a grip on each of your shoulders and they’re squealing and asking question after question without waiting for an answer.

“He told me to wait around after the show for Joe,” you mumble.

“He what? Ohmygod.”

Back at your table you try to concentrate on watching the rest of the show, but your friends are still asking you questions and your head is spinning trying to work out where Joe means to take you. You’re sure you see Elvis wink at you at some point, but everything is so confusing and overwhelming right now it seems more likely that the wink was meant for someone else.

The show finishes in a dramatic flurry of drum rolls and activity, Elvis down on one knee again, with his arms outspread this time, holding up his cape. You stare at him, trying to fix him in your memory in case you never see him again, and then just like that he’s gone. You sigh out the breath you’d been holding for the last minute or so and look around you at your friends, feeling like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Well, I guess that’s it then.”

“What d’you mean, that’s it? Joe’s coming for you.”

“I don’t even know who Joe is. I think we better go.”

You get up and pick up your jacket, shrugging it over your shoulders and ignoring your friends’ protests. It’s late. You should be getting back to your hotel room.

“Excuse me?”

You turn around, confronted by a slightly tubby-looking man in a hat. “Hello?”

“Hi honey, I’m Joe. Elvis sent me to get you.”

You freeze and just stare at him. Elvis sent him to get you? To get you for what? You can hear your friends chirping away excitedly about it but it sounds to you like they are getting very far away. You feel yourself wobble.

“Honey! Are you gonna faint?”

Joe’s arm is around your waist and he carefully eases you back into the chair you’d just got up out of.

“W-what does Elvis want?” You find yourself asking once you’ve had a moment to stop feeling quite so dizzy.

“He just wants to talk and get to know you better - he asked me to bring you up to his suite in the hotel.”

“Oh. Can I um… can I bring my friends?”

“Sure, of course.”

Your friends both try to tell you that they don’t need to come, since you’re the real Elvis fan and both of them suspect he wants something other than a friendly chat, but you refuse to go without them. Elvis is a little surprised to find three girls where he was expecting one, but he doesn’t show it. Instead he buzzes around being the perfect host, getting everyone drinks and introducing them to the other people in the suite. You’re a little surprised how big the suite is and how full of people it is too, and you do show it, your mouth falling open as you stare around the room. Elvis chuckles to himself. You really are very cute. He flits around the room talking to people and you’re surprised and a little disappointed not to get more of his attention. A couple of hours later you find yourself sitting on a sofa between Joe and one of Elvis’ backing singers. You’re not exactly a natural conversationalist, not with strangers anyway, and you can’t help feeling uncomfortable. Both of your friends are engaged in an enthusiastic conversation with Elvis’ guitarist and you just feel overlooked. You get up and start to make your way towards the door, looking for your bag and jacket.

You’re halfway to the door when you feel a presence behind you.

“Ya wanna go somewhere a little more private, honey?” His voice is deep and smooth and somehow commanding. You feel like you can’t say no.

“Um… okay,” you whisper, turning to look at him.

You’d forgotten just how unbelievably gorgeous he is this close up and you almost faint on the spot. His arm slips around your back and pulls you towards him.

“Joe said ya were a fainter,” he says, with a smirk. “C’mon, I’ll take ya somewhere quiet where we can talk.”

You nod dumbly and let him lead you out of the main room and through a door into his bedroom. He feels you stiffen slightly and gently strokes your back with his hand.

“Let’s sit down.”

You settle on a sofa together and he immediately starts to ask you more about yourself. The several cocktails you’ve drunk have loosened you up a little, and even though Elvis is a stranger you find him easy to talk to. It’s just mundane stuff like your job and your family, but he seems genuinely interested. There’s a natural pause in the conversation and you look up into his face.

“Do you like touring?” You have no idea where that came from, but it’s out of your mouth now and you can’t get it back.

He reaches over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I sure do, honey,” he replies with a smile.

“You don’t miss home?”

Elvis swallows. You’re so sweet and innocent-seeming but somehow you’re coming out with these killer questions. No ‘what’s your favourite song to perform’ or ‘which jumpsuit do you like best?’ from you.

“I uh… of course I do…” he trails off and his eyes flick away from your face for the first time since you sat down.

“I suppose you’ve got a lot of your friends with you. That must be nice. It’s not like you could be lonely or anything like that.” Your mouth is genuinely running away with you now.

“I’m lonely sometimes,” he murmurs, still not looking at you. “Lonely and old. I turned 40 this year, y’know that, honey?”

You bite your lip and try to steal your nerve. You move a hand, hesitantly, towards his face, then rest it on his cheek. “Y-you don’t look 40.”

His eyes slowly flick back to your face and he gives you a lopsided grin. “Well thank ya honey. That’s kind a ya.” The smile falls from his face. “I feel it though. Not as lean as I used ta be.” He pulls his shades off and rubs his eyes. “Think I’m gettin’ wrinkles.”

You shift yourself a little closer to him and your fingers stroke the skin near the corners of one of his eyes. “Laughter lines,” you tell him, quietly.

The smile is back. “Ah guess so.” He puts his hand on top of yours and holds it still whilst he rubs his cheek against your palm. “Yer a lot chattier than I expected. Thought ya looked like a lil frightened bunny rabbit when I first saw ya.” He pulls your hand towards his lips now and kisses it.

You blush at the feeling and the intensity of his attention on you again. “I-I was nervous.”

He lets go of your hand and you let it fall back into your lap. “Nothin’ to be nervous about honey.” His hand cups your cheek as he leans forward and captures your lips in a kiss.

You feel yourself melting as he takes you in his arms, continuing to kiss you deeply. He’s warm and comforting and the smell of him surrounds you. You wish the kisses could go on forever, but he then pulls back and flops against the back of the sofa. Somehow the talk of loneliness and age has set up residence in his mind and he can’t seem to shake it.

“That was nice,” you tell him, if only to try and get his attention back on you again. It blinded you earlier but now you feel like you’re peering at him in the dark.

“Yeah it was,” he sighs in return, still not looking at you.

You bite your lip. You’ve not really done much with a man before. You know what’s what, but you usually just let them take the lead. But now, looking at him, you have this overwhelming urge to give him pleasure. There’s a sadness in his eyes as they stare vacantly across the room and you want to take it away. Your hand rests on his thigh as you press a gentle kiss to his cheek to gauge his reaction. When he doesn’t say anything you continue your kisses across his cheekbone and down under his ear as your hand creeps up his thigh. He’s just starting to process what’s happening when your hand finds his semi-hard dick and squeezes a little too enthusiastically.

“Honey!”

He damn near jumps in the air, his head spinning to look at you as his hand captures yours and pulls it off him.

“S-sorry,” you mumble.

He purses his lips a little, trying not to laugh. “Jus’ what were ya tryin’ ta do there, bunny?”

As if to validate the name he’s just given you, you stare at him in silent shock and wonder.

“Bunny?” You whisper, after some time.

“My little bunny wabbit.”

You blush again and look down at his lap, feeling terrible about how badly your attempt to please him had gone. And then you notice there’s a bulge in his pants that wasn’t there before. Your blush deepens.

He smirks a little watching your reaction to him. Taking your hand and carefully putting it back where it was, he helps you squeeze him gently this time. You look up slowly to find him staring at you with an intensity that makes you think he wants to consume you whole, then he’s kissing you again, his tongue pressing into your mouth. Letting you carry on gently squeezing him on your own, he unzips his pants and then takes your hand and helps you wrap it around his length. He moves your hand up and down on him a few times and then lets go.

Burned by your earlier experience, now you’re too gentle and he can barely feel you at all. Continuing to kiss you, his hand wraps around yours again and squeezes it.

“Jus’ a little more, bunny,” he murmurs against your lips.

You nod and dive back into his mouth with your tongue, enjoying the way he tastes, peppermint with a background of something sweeter. He eases your hand up and down a little faster, and helps you rub your thumb over the tip, dragging precum down the shaft to lubricate him. He keeps his hand around yours although you’re doing all the work now, wanting to keep the contact, his other hand buried in your hair. Pleasure builds inside him and blocks out all other thoughts, he just feels your touch, your lips, the wetness of your tongue. You smell like jasmine and your body is comfortingly warm against him. His eyes closed, he encourages your hand to speed up again, letting out an involuntary moan as you do.

You feel his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling it a little, almost hurting you as you keep pumping him faster and faster. His body tenses and then you hear a little whine as his lips leave yours and his head tips back, making contact with the back of the sofa. You look down at the whitish fluid spurting out of his dick and his hand still around yours as you milk the rest of it out of him. Your hand slows down and then stops, and you lean forward to press kisses to his jaw. He sits there in bliss, eyes still closed, feeling and not thinking.

Your fingers knit together with his now your hand isn’t around his dick anymore. He breathes out a gentle sigh.

“Thanks Bunny. Ya made me feel 21 again fer a minute there.”

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Memory of Lost Letters

Spoilers for ISAT and Two Hats below! CW: Panic Attacks, Suicidal/Death Ideation, Unhealthy Obsession, Grief/Loss

Yet another memories chapter! Heavily inspired by this fic I read recently and I realized it would be prime angst to make an LWL version of the idea, 30 years of 'lost letters' to Loop.

("… Hello?… Are you there Loop?… Does this still work?")

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("Thank you again, Loop... I don't know if you can hear me, but I think I can still feel you somehow... I can't wait to see you again, whenever you're ready!")

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("Loop... I understand if you need some time, you can take all the time you need, I'll be there for you whenever you want it... but please say something, anything... I just want to know you're okay...")

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(Sigh)

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("We're gonna be leaving Dormont soon, last chance to come accept everyone's thanks in person, if you want... We're heading to Bambouche so uhh... hopefully we'll see you there if not.")

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("... It still doesn't feel real... leaving Dormont, being out of the loops... I can only imagine how it might feel for you... I miss you Loop...")

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("PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!! I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!")

|"Sif, please hold on a second-!"|

("NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!! NO ONE GETS IT!! ONLY THEY DO!!! WHY WON'T THEY ANSWER ME?!?! I KNOW THEY'RE THERE!! WHY-")

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("I can't do this… I can't do this anymore Loop… I don't deserve them, I don't deserve any of this… You do. You should be here, not me… Please come home. Please take it all back… Please…" Stifled sobbing)

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(Deep breath "... I'm sorry Loop, it's been... a lot to deal with... I think I'm doing a bit better now... We met Nille finally, she's really nice, tough too, I think you'd like her." Chuckles "... If you don't want me to call you anymore, all you gotta do is say so, I'd understand, I promise...")

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(Sigh "Thanks again for everything...")

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("Happy birthday Loop!... At least I think it's our birthday, can't know for sure, can we?... I hope it's a good one for you!")

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("Everyone helped me find a therapist, a really nice one too... Would you mind if I... told them... about you? 'Us'? They said it's all confidential, they wouldn't tell anyone else if I don't want them too... It would help me explain everything a bit more to them... I promise I won't tell anyone else, not without you...")

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("I TOLD THEM! I TOLD THEM AND I'M SORRY!!")

...

("... Is it bad that I kinda wanted you to scream at me for that?... at least I'd hear your voice again... They actually recommended that I write letters to you, as a little therapy exercise... I told them I was kinda already doing that, heh... They also said I should start being more true to my feelings and tell people what they mean to me so... I love you Loop... I really hope you're okay.")

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("They're throwing some big gala for the saviors back in Dormont soon. It's gonna be really weird going back there, but I think it might be good for us... You're invited too of course, we wouldn't have saved everyone without you after all! So we'll be back in Dormont in... 33 days, if you're still there or wanna meet up... I love you Loop.")

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("... I'm at the favor tree... I told myself no more wishes... I told myself it's a bad idea and would only bring more pain... b-but..." Heavy sobbing "I-I found a leaf... a-and it looks like you Loop... I just want to see you again... please stop me Loop... please... I-I...")

|"Siiiiiiiif? Siiiiiif, where'd you go?"|

("No... Not now... I need you! YOU PROMISED LOOP! YOU SUPER DUPER PROMISED!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!")

|"SIFFRIN?!"|

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("... Why didn't you do it Loop?... Why didn't you kill me?... You should have, you know... You deserve it all, not me... I... I love you Loop...")

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("...")

(Soft snoring)

("Mnffff..." Yaaawwwwn-)

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("Sorry... about the other night... I thought I was doing better but... My therapist warned me it's common to have a relapse now and then, especially so close to the source of trauma... I ruined everyone else's night, I'm sorry I had to ruin yours too... Thank you again Loop, I love you...")

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("Heh... I'm so pathetic Loop... I can't even see a shooting star now without crying... Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that at least... I love you Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! Hehe~! Odile-" Hiccup "Odile bought some reaaally nice Ka Buan liquor, and IIIII'm drunk~!" Hiccup "Heh... Remember how you said you didn't know what you looked like? Well just between you and me... You were reaaaal pretty as a star~." Hiccup "Is it weird that I kinda wanted to kiss you~? Hah! I wonder if it'd tingle... Do you even have a mouth? Heh... I loooove you Loooooop~.")

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("... Stars I really hope you can't actually hear these...")

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(Sigh "Still thinking about you... I love you, Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! So much has been changing around here, I don't know if you really wanna hear about it all, but life's been good! Still think about you a lot though... I'm in Jouvente now if you ever wanna stop by! Just look for the 'Savior's Style' shop and you'll find us! I love you, Loop!")

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("LOOP!?... Loop?... I thought I heard you, are you there?... Was it just a dream?...")

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("Happy birthday Loop. Sorry I haven't been calling more, but I'm sure you're sick of hearing from me anyways. Everyone says hi by the way! I haven't told them your secret, don't worry, but they got curious why I kept sneaking off for a little bit every year, so I told the truth, just a little ritual of mine to stay connected with you in some way... I love you, Loop!")

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("Okay, now!")

{|<=-"HEY LOOP!"-=>|}

("Hehe, everyone wanted to say hi themselves this year! Nille too! I love you, Loop! And happy birthday!")

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("Mmmm.. Happy birthday Loop... Long busy day, so had to sneak it in before bed..." Yaaaaawn "Good night, Loop. I love you...")

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("Happy birthday Loop! You know you're still more than welcome to come visit anytime, right? Just wanted to make sure you knew. I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I miss you... Love you...")

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("I love you Loop, hope you're having a good birthday.")

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("I hope you're not sick of this yet because you bet I'm gonna do it every year, only way to stop me is to come and make me~! So happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("I love you, Loop. Happy Birthday.")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I hope you're doing well, really. I love you, so much Loop.")

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("Happy Birthday Loop... I love you...")

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("... I miss you so blinding much Loop..." Shaky breaths "B-But I think I need to let you go... for both our sakes... I really hope you found the peace you were looking for... I love you, Loop... Happy Birthday...")

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("Loop... It's Odile... She..." Choking up "She's not doing well... I-I don't think she has long left... I-I just thought you should know... I love you, Loop...")

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PART TWO of I'm Not Angry (Anymore) aka the George Handcuff Fic - George Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Smut with Plot. Set Post War. When the uprising of Voldemort and the subsequent Battle of Hogwarts turn your life upside-down, you find yourself in the one place that you never thought you would be - working at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with the two people who you hated the most during your school days. But times change, and even though a few years ago you would have murdered George after being forced to spend more than an hour with him - somehow the result is completely different when he handcuffs himself to you as a joke and then realises that he lost the key. And both of you end up liking the result very, very much. (50,000 words est.) (Will be posted in two parts.)

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[fangirls-fanfiction]

Valentines’ Day story!!

I know that I usually post on my Wattpad account but it’s not working for some reason, it won’t let me write more than a few lines before it just says ‘no, you can’t scroll anymore’. I’m going to try to fix it until then I might post my fics to AO3 as well as on here.

Update: My Wattpad is working again! Of course as soon as I get the story done lol. I’ll try to post it there before Valentines’ Day but no promises

Valentines’ Day

Luci doesn’t doesn’t enjoy Valentines’ Day in the slightest, but when she’s caught in a loop of repeating the same day over and over again she has to do everything in her power to get out of it. Maybe even admit her feelings for someone 😉

It’s kinda inspired by that movie ‘Groundhog Day’, I’m not a big fan of that movie but I like the concept of someone being in a loop until they change for the better

Enjoy! ^^

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"What a disgusting month." The Devil muttered to herself as she went through town.

It was that stupid month again. February. Not just any day of the damned month but February 14th; better known as Valentines’ Day. It was the stupidest day of the year in Lucifer’s honest opinion. It was quite impossible to cause any trouble and chaos with everyone spreading their gooey, disgusting feelings everywhere.

Not to mention it was a constant reminder of something that she would never have.

“It ain’t that bad, Boss, I like Valentines’ Day… I think it’s sweet.” Henchwoman chimed in.

“Cookies from a bakery are sweet,” The Devil glanced at a couple across the road from where they were, grimacing at them holding hands. “Candy is sweet,” She redirected her attention, only to see another couple, this time a man giving his wife a bouquet of flowers. “This holiday is not sweet.”

“C’mon, Boss, you just gotta get in the spirit of things! I know you’re the embodiment of hate and evil, but dontcha wanna celebrate Valentines’ Day? Even just for fun?”

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t I— “ Old Scratch stopped short, seeing another couple kiss.

“You can’t what?”

“I…”

She did wonder what it was like. What those feelings felt like to make people get all giddy and smile like absolute lunatics. How it felt to hold someone close and never let go. How it felt to get gifts and cards and just to be around someone who might just love her for her.

But she knew better. It was never something she was supposed to have.

“I just can’t… Come along, Henchwoman, I’ve had quite enough of this for one day.” The Demon Queen summoned the Hellevator. “At the very least there won’t be anyone celebrating this stupid holiday down in Hell.”

“Except for Asmodeus’ party.”

“Oh right… Of course… Little Miss You-Don’t-Tell-Me-What-To-Do. If she asks, the invitation got lost in the mail.”

The door clanked shut, the Hellevator disappearing down into the Underworld.

Arriving back in Hell, the Devil slumped to her throne, collapsing into it. Sighing deeply, she leaned her trident against the wall and rested head in her hand. At least the day was almost over, then she’d have the rest of the 364 days to wreak havoc on Inkwell Isle without the stupid holiday getting in the way. Not have to think about that holiday. How happy people seemed. How lonely it’s been all these years—

“Hey Boss? Could I ask you somethin?” Henchwoman asked, twiddling her thumbs.

“I suppose.”

“I know— I know ya don’t wanna talk about it but do… Do you think that I should ask someone to be my Valentine?” Henchwoman asked.

“If you’re asking if I’ll be your Valentine again like you every year, the answer is no; I’ve had quite enough of this holiday." The Devil said with a sour tone.

“Oh no, not that… I had someone else in mind… Do you think I should tell them that… That I like them.” The imp asked.

“Henchwoman, darling, I hate to break it to you, but love is a nonsensical, meaningless scam that does no good for anyone.” The Devil explained nonchalantly.

“Oh— Oh…” Henchwoman‘a head hung low. “I… I understand…”

“It’s best to just keep it to yourself.”

“Of… Of course… Ok… Alright, Boss… Thank you…”

Henchwoman’s cheery mood had immediately been wiped off her face with the conversation. Without another word, she walked past the demon’s throne, presumably to go do one of her many other tasks she had down there in the underworld.

Finally getting some peace and quiet, the Devil sighed as she closed her eyes, thinking of taking a nap right there on the throne. That is, until the Hellevator’s doors opened.

“Hello Boss!~” Queen Dice called to her in a sing-song tone.

“Great, a clown to go with my migraine.” The Devil growled.

“You know what does go good with migraines?— Well, I don’t actually know if they do, I just needed a good segway. Here!” The woman offered the demon a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

A gift? For her?

No one had ever given her a gift before, especially on Valentines’ Day. Something in her changed; her heart pounded, heat rising to her face. There was something about the fact that it was Dice— Of all people— Giving her a gift that tugged at her heart.

The Devil looked at her, the woman wearing her usual big smile. She got caught in those beautiful eyes for a moment. They left her stomach in knots. She reached for the gift before she came to her senses.

“Dice, as much as I love gifts and chocolate, I don’t do gifts on Valentines’ Day.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that, I just wanna be nice.” Queen Dice still kept on that charming smile.

“No thank you.”

“Oh but Boss— “

“Don’t you ever listen to what you’re told?” The Queen of Hell stood from her throne. “I said ‘no thank you’. So keep your garbage and your stupid feelings to yourself!”

She finished her point by slapping the chocolates out of Dice’s hands. As the box hit the ground, the candies flew everywhere. For good measure, she stepped on the box, crushing whatever was left of it.

It should’ve felt satisfying. She wanted nothing more than for the foolish holiday to be destroyed with nothing left of it. Yet as she stood there, staring at what she’d done, she only felt bad. Not even the good kind of bad either. The guilty kind.

Looking back up at Dice, her face softened slightly at the look on her face. She looked hurt, devastated even. Her eyebrows creased as tears welled up in her eyes as her lip quivered, looking like she was making every effort not to cry.

“Dice, come on, now,” Old Scratch rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal, it’s just a dumb box of chocolates.”

Without another word, Queen Dice took a few steps back, furrowing her eyebrows. Without a word, she whipped around, heading straight back to the Hellevator.

The woman disappeared back to the surface world, leaving the demon by herself once again. Letting out a long sigh, she shook her head, her eyes falling back on the chocolates. Under the crushed lid, she saw a piece of paper peaking out.

Tilting her head, she thought about taking it, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, she headed to her bedroom, deciding to turn in for the night.

“Thank the Hellfires this day is almost over.” She muttered to herself. “Tomorrow I’m going to start a petition to get this holiday off the calendar.”

Getting to her room, she leaned her trident against the wall as she yawned. With one snap of her fingers, she quickly changed from her signature dress to her pajamas. She basically collapsed on her bed, rolling over to a more comfortable position, she paused at the sight of a note on her nightstand. She recognized the chicken-scratch writing spelling out the word ‘Boss’ on the front as Henchwoman’s. The dear imo meant well, but she really needed to work on her handwriting. The Devil thought about reading her note before ultimately deciding against it. She rolled around the other way, yawning again as she closed her eyes, looking forward to tomorrow— Or any day that wasn’t Valentines’ Day.

💝 💝 💝

Lucifer awoke the next morning to someone knocking, the same as she had yesterday.

“Enter.” She sat up, stretching.

“Good mornin Boss!” Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in. “I gotta special surprise for you!”

The Devil paused; that’s exactly what Henchwoman had said the morning before.

“What’s the surprise?” She asked cautiously.

“In honor of today, I made you…” Henchwoman paused for dramatic effect before showing off the plate of breakfast to her Boss. “Heart-shaped pancakes!”

The demon’s eyes widened; they were the exact same pancakes as she’d gotten yesterday. Looking between them and her loyal companion, she more a sour expression.

“Henchwoman. I thought we were past this? It’s not Valentines’ Day anymore.”

Blinking, Henchwoman retracted her outstretched arms slightly.

“D’uhm… It definitely is, Boss.”

“No it’s not. It’s February 15th!”

“Boss… Are you feelin alright?”

“Of course I am!”

Henchwoman nodded slowly, placing the plate of pancakes on the Devil's lap. Turning back to the cart, she prepared the Queen of Hell’s tea, sitting it along with the sugar cubes on the stand next to her bed. The Devil gasped, noticing that the note Henchwoman had left the night before wasn’t there either.

What in the Nine Circles of Hell was going on?

“Everything ok, Boss?”

“Yes… Yes… I’m fine… Thank you, Henchwoman, you’re excused.”

Henchwoman nodded, doing as she was told and leaving the demon’s bedroom.

“Ok, Devil, just don’t panic… Surely… Surely this is just a bunch of coincidences…” Lucifer tried to calm herself down.

Deciding she wasn’t very hungry anymore, she sat her food aside. Changing to her signature dress she marched to her trident, teleporting to the break room. A few imps scurried away at the sight of her though she wasn’t too concerned with them. Turning to the calender, her blood ran cold— Or rather it would’ve if she had any.

The calendar still said February 14th.

“Who forgot to change the calendar?!” She thundered, ripping the front page off to reveal February 15th. Without an answer, she marched off once more.

“Looks like the Boss has finally lost it.” An imp mumbled to another demon.

Whipping around, the Devil zapped a burst of fire at him, effectively burning him to a crisp.

“Ok! Ok! Boss, it’s time to calm down…” Henchwoman took her by her shoulders, guiding her out of the room. “Why don’t we go out through town, maybe cause some chaos, let off a little steam?”

“Yes… Yes! Let’s go out in town! Then you’ll see! You’ll see that I’m not crazy!” Lucifer grabbed Henchwoman by her wrist, dragging her to the Hellevator.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

“Boss slow down! You know I have trouble keepin up with ya when ya walk fast like that!” Henchwoman barely kept up while the Devil still dragged her through town.

Stopping short, the Demon Queen saw the same ‘Valentines’ Day Sale!’ on the flower shop. Looking around, her breathing quickened as the exact same things that had happened just the day before unfolded before her.

“Boss! Boss! You’ve gotta calm down!”

“You’re right… You’re right… I just need to… Calm down… There must be an explanation for this… Maybe… Maybe it’s a dream…? Yeah! That’s got to be it.” She turned to her loyal companion. “Right?”

“D’uhm… I don’t think it’s a dream, Boss.” Henchwoman said. “Look, Boss, I uhm… I know you don’t like Valentines’ Day and you sometimes pretend that the holiday doesn’t exist. But you’re startin to freak me out…”

There was no reasoning with Henchwoman; Lucifer was convinced that this was some type of sick, twisted nightmare. So obviously Henchwoman wouldn’t know. All she had to do was just finish the day— Or the dream in this case— And she wouldn’t have to deal with the blasted holiday for another year.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she decided that she might as well finish the day by trying to wreak havoc. Maybe she could try ideas she had yesterday but didn’t follow through with.

💕 💕 💕

The day, just like yesterday, proved to be fruitless. Valentines’ Day just wasn’t a day to cause chaos and misery, there were far too many gooey feelings in the air.

Though it was strange just how well she remembered the day before. It was almost scary how much things looked the same— From the guy with the flowers to the couple kissing.

It was almost scary. Except it wasn’t. Because it was a dream. Obviously.

It was still infuriating how this holiday kept her from causing any mischief as she loved to do.

It came to the point that just like the day before, the Devil had lost her temper with the day.

“Come along, Henchwoman, at least there won’t be anyone celebrating this dumb holiday down in Hell.” The Devil summoned the Hellevator.

“Except for Asmodeus’ party.” Henchwoman reminded her.

“Right… How could I forget?” Lucifer rolled her eyes.

“Did.. Did you want to go— “

“Tell her my invitation got lost in the mail.”

“Oh… Ok…”

The doors clanked shut, the Hellevator starting its way back down to the underworld. Finally, finally this day would be over in just a few hours. Old Scratch was practically counting down the seconds. Once the day was over, she wouldn’t have to worry about this digusting holiday for another year. She was still thinking of starting that petition to stop the holiday altogether.

Arriving in Hell, the Queen of Demons once again slumped to her throne, basically collapsing into it.

"Hey Boss? Could I ask you somethin?" Henchwoman asked, twiddling her thumbs.

"I guess."

"I know— I know ya don't wanna talk about it but do... Do you think that I should ask someone to be my Valentine?" Henchwoman asked.

"I thought we were past this, Henchwoman?" The Devil said, vividly remembering this conversation.

"I… I already told you…? ‘Bout how I wanna ask… Uhm… A certain someone to be my Valentine?" The imp asked.

"Love is still a scam that does no good for anyone." The Devil snapped.

"Oh- Oh..." Henchwoman'a head hung low. "I... I understand..."

"I said it before and I’ll say it again; it’s best to just keep it to yourself."

"Of... Of course... Ok... Alright, Boss... Thank you..."

Henchwoman walked off again, her demeanor changing completely once again. Seeing it play out in front of her again, the Devil thought for a moment that maybe she’d been too hard on Henchwoman. It was just a simple crush, what harm could it do? Though the feeling soon passed; she knew better. She was only doing a favor for Henchwoman by helping the dear girl from any kind of heartbreak she might endure. She didn’t know what she would do if Henchwoman had to go through the same thing.

The Hellevator arrived in Hell again, the Devil rolling eyes. She certainly remembered this part.

"Hello Boss!~" Queen Dice called to her in a sing-song tone.

"Hello, Dice." The Devil growled.

"You feeling a bit stressed right now? Well, ya know what helps a lot with stress? Here!" The woman offered the demon another heart-shaped box of chocolates.

The Devil growled again, getting another look into those green eyes. Once again, she felt the knots form in her stomach. Seeing the scene replay gave her a chance to see the details she hadn’t noticed the night before. Like the slightly different color of lipstick that Queen Dice had decided to use. Or the fact that she was wearing much more of her lavender perfume than she usually did. Not to mention the demon had never noticed how cute her smile was—

It was confusing to the point that it upset the Devil, turning to rage as she stood from her throne.

“Dice! I told you, I don’t like Valentine’s Day gifts!”

"C'mon, Boss, don't be like that, I just wanna be nice." Queen Dice still kept on that charming smile.

"I mean it. Dice."

"Will you at least— "

Without listening to an explanation, the Queen of Hell had done the same thing she’d done the day before, smacking the box of chocolates out of the woman’s hand.

“This is what I think of this stupid holiday and your stupid gift.” The Devil snapped at her again, stomping on the box of chocolates as she did the day before.

Looking back up at her, Dice wore the same expression as she did before; a sad, pained look on her face, her eyes already welling up in tears. The Devil hadn’t the foggiest idea why the stupid box of chocolates was so important and sure, the look on Dice’s face tugged at the demon’s heartstrings but she would never let Dice know that.

At the moment, however, she really didn’t care, she wanted this day— Dream— Nightmare— WHATEVER— To be over already.

“Boss…” Queen Dice managed to choke out, a few tears streaming down her face.

“Dice, don’t get like that.” Old Scratch crossed her arms. “It’s just a box of chocolates, it’s not the end of the world.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Queen Dice whipped around and headed back toward the Hellevator and disappearing into the surface world.

The Devil’s gaze fell on the box of chocolates on the ground again. The same pang of guilt dropped a boulder in her stomach. She was only trying to give her a gift, even if it was Valentines’ Day. That same note from the night before peaked out of the now crushed box of chocolates. Reluctantly reaching for it, Lucifer ultimately retracted her hand. Whatever was in that note didn’t matter to her, no matter how bad she felt about treating her Number One.

Shaking the feeling away, she marched off down the corridor, eager to get to sleep and finally end this nightmare. Surely she would wake up the next morning and it would be February 15th.

💜 💜 💜

Lucifer jumped awake to some knocking yet again. The same as yesterday and the day before. She didn’t think anything of it, as Henchwoman often woke her up by knocking on the door.

“Come in.” She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Good mornin Boss!" Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in. "I gotta special surprise for you!"

“No…” The Demon Queen mumbled.

"In honor of today, I made you..." Henchwoman paused for dramatic effect before showing off the plate of breakfast to her Boss. "Heart-shaped pancakes!"

Screaming, the Devil smacked the pancakes out of her hand and to the ceiling, the plate somehow sticking to the rock and brimstone above.

“Awe, Boss… If ya didn’t want them ya just had to say so… I worked on those all mornin.” Henchwoman frowned.

“Listen to me, Henchwoman.” The Devil ignored her companion and took her by the shoulders, shaking her around slightly. “What is today?”

“D’uh… It’s Valentines’ Day, Boss.”

Loosening her grip on her shoulders, the Devil shook her head;

“No… nononono— It— It can’t be! Not again!”

“I know, I know, you ain’t the biggest fan of the holiday, but it’s ok. It’s just for the day, Boss.”

Letting go of her shoulders, the demon stood up straight, biting her black nails in thought. There had to be a way out of this miserable loop. She couldn’t keep going through the same day over and over again— She’d go mad! What she needed was…

Well, she needed help.

“Boss, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I just need to go talk to Stickler about something.”

“In your pajamas?”

Realizing she hadn’t even changed, the Devil snapped her fingers and magically changed to her dress.

She walked quickly through the corridor, looking around for her annoying auditor. She couldn’t believe it had came to this, but Stickler was the only one she could think of that would know what to do or Hell, what was even happening. Finally getting to her office where the auditor was usually found, the demon knocked, waiting impatiently for her.

“One second.” Stickler’s voice called through the door.

Knocking again, very impatiently, Old Scratch mumbled rather unkind things about Stickler until the imp opened the door.

“Yes, your grace?” Stickler asked, rather unamused.

“Stickler! How is my favorite auditor?!”

“I’m your only auditor.”

“Ok, point made, but listen, I need your help.” The Devil said, Stickler’s eyebrows raising slightly. “I… I know I’m going to sound insane but it seems that I’m trapped in a loop.”

“Then stop walking around in circles.”

“NO! Not that kind of loop! I mean that… I— I’m repeating the same day over and over again and I don’t know how to get out of it! I… I need your help…”

Stickler didn’t say anything else, she only seemed to be thinking while adjusting her glasses.

“You don’t think I’m crazy, do you?”

“Well, considering that you swallowed your pride to come ask me for help says a lot. Are you positive that it wasn’t a coincidence? Or a dream?”

“I already ruled out that it’s not a dream! And it was February 14th yesterday, and the day before!”

“It sounds to me that you’re caught in a time loop of sorts.”

“A time loop?”

“Yes. When a person repeats the same day over and over and over again, until they change something they had done previously to break the loop.”

“Change— What do you mean? I acted the way I did yesterday like I do all the time!”

“That might be the problem.” Stickler replied.

“Listen here you little— “

“Now, if you’ll excuse, your majesty, I was in the middle of something.” Stickler said, going back into her office and closing the door.

The Devil glared at the door, dispising how smug the auditor had gotten since she’d been given the invisible impenetrable sweater to keep safe. What the Hell was Henchwoman thinking?

Groaning, Lucifer walked off. Well, that was a complete waste of time. It she wanted that kind of help, she would’ve just asked her reflection.

Sighing in defeat, the demon sat in her throne, thinking long and hard about what she could possibly be doing wrong. She had only done what she’d normally do everyday! Wake up, eat breakfast, yell at her imps, not allow them to celebrate Valentines’ Day, cause problems on purpose, complain about how much she hated Valentines’ Day (she did that every year), tell Henchwoman she shouldn’t confess to her crush… Being rude to Queen Dice… Make her almost cry…

Maybe she was a little too harsh toward her dear friend and her Number One. Devil or not, she shouldn’t have treated them that way. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong. It was a strange thought, but she’d do anything to get out of this time loop. Letting out a long, dramatic sigh, she stood from her throne. If she was going to get out of this, she might as well start now.

She headed off toward the break room, where most of the imps were. They talked and kidded around with each other, though most fell silent when their Queen entered the room. Looking around amongst them, her eyes fell on the calendar, still reading ‘February 14th’. Scoffing, she turned to the crowd of imps.

“Alright, listen up you dirty rats, because I’m only going to say this once. I’m aware that it’s Valentines’ Day and I for one hold a grudge toward this stupid holiday due to a personal, private matter… But… But that doesn’t mean no one else should be able to celebrate it.”

A few eyes in the crowd widened, a couple imps whispered to each other.

“With that being said… If… If any of you would like to celebrate Valentines’ Day… Or even go to Asmodeus’ party this evening… It wouldn’t be the end of the world…”

With that, the demon went on her way, exiting out of the room. They didn’t react exactly how she imagined, but she didn’t care. The only reason she was doing any of this was to get out of the blasted loop.

“That was awfully nice of you, Boss,” Henchwoman said as the Devil sat in her throne. “You made them really happy.”

“Whatever.”

“Why the change of heart?”

The Devil thought about telling her loyal companion, but she didn’t seem to believe her yesterday, why on earth would she believe her this time?

“I dunno… I just… I know that not everyone hates this stupid holiday like I do, so I figured… Why make everyone miserable?” The demon explained, haphazardly.

“But… You usually don’t mind the imps bein miserable. You actually seem to like it sometimes…”

“Let’s change the subject, Henchwoman.”

“Ok, uh…” Henchwoman did as she was told and didn’t bring it up anymore. “Did you want to do anything today? Like, Valentines’s Day themed or somethin?”

The Devil sat up in her throne to tell Henchwoman off, but she stopped herself. If she wanted out of this loop she had to be… Nice. Even if it meant doing things that she didn’t necessarily want to do.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well… I was kinda thinkin… Lunch maybe…?”

The Devil stared at her for moment, blinking.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“N— No! No… I… It’s just been a while since we got to just hang out…” Henchwoman swayed in her place slightly. “As… As friends.”

“Ok… Then lunch it is.” Old Scratch smiled.

Perking up, Henchwoman wagged her tail, bouncing in one place.

“Alright! I’ll go get ready.”

It was nice to see Henchwoman get this excited over a tiny thing like having lunch. Not that she was negative or unpleasant to be around— She was a rather sweet and happy imp that countered the Devil’s sour attitude. Though she didn’t often get that happy unless she got a vacation or that one time she dragged the Devil out for a round of mini golf. It was the most unpleasant experience she ever had the misfortune of being a part of, but it made Henchwoman so happy she forced herself through it.

It was just lunch, not the end of the world. She can and would put aside her valuable time to make Henchwoman happy. If it meant that she would get out of this wretched loop.

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Going out to just relax and have a nice time with her dear friend was surely a nice change of pace. Sure it was still Valentines’ Day and the Devil had to scare the hostess into giving them a table despite not having a reservation. Not to mention the only waiter that would tend to them was only swayed by a raise and a payed vacation before he would even get close to their table.

“Maybe I should’ve worn my human disguise…” The demon mumbled to herself.

“Humans are just too quick to judge is all.” Henchwoman shrugged.

“Mortals just don’t like me. That’s just a fact that I’ve came to accept.”

“Well… I like you, Boss.”

Her golden eyes looked to Henchwoman before they rolled to the ceiling.

“Are… Are you not having a good time, Boss?”

“Of course I am.” The Devil barely tried to conceal her disgust anymore.

Henchwoman fell silent, barely trying to make even casual conversation with her Boss anymore. Even after the Devil tried to— Mostly commenting on how distasteful the restaurant was.

Henchwoman was hard to read emotion-wise, arguably more difficult than the Devil herself. She’d often keep on her pacifying, assuring smile, regardless of how she truly felt. Much like any other demon, she enjoyed causing misery— Especially if it meant that she could spend time with her Boss, but there were times when it seemed like that she just pacified the demon. She of everyone knows that disagreeing with the Devil never leads to anything good. Still, at the moment, knowing that this was what depended on her getting out of her his loop, the Devil felt a pang of well… Guilt.

After lunch, it was a quiet stroll through the city, much quieter than it usually was. Henchwoman usually talked the demon’s ear off, so it was alarming for her not to be uttering a word.

“Henchwoman.”

“Buh— Boss…?”

“Is there something on your mind?”

“W— Well… There… There is actually, Boss…” Henchwoman paused, glancing up at her superior. “I’ve… I’ve had something on my mind for a while now… I just dunno how to tell you…”

“You can tell me anything, Henchwoman, I assure you.”

“You won’t get mad?”

“Of course not.” She smiled, knowing damn well she might but would try her best to conceal it from the other.

“Ok… Well… I’ve… I’ve kinda had eyes for someone in Hell for a while now… I’m not even sure if she likes me back but… An imp can dream, right…?”

“Sure.”

“So d’uhm… I’ve been wanting to ask them to be my Valentine for a while now… But I’ve never gotten the courage to do it… Do ya think I should go for it?”

“Well, that depends, who is it?”

“D’uhm… I don’t think it’s a good idea that I tell you…”

“Come now, Henchwoman, you’ve told me this much, why not tell me who it is?”

“Cuz you’ll get mad…”

“No I won’t.”

Henchwoman twiddled her thumbs, glancing up at the Queen Of Demons. Offering her the best and kindest reassuring smile she could muster up, the Devil waited for her answer.

“Ok… I’ll… I’ll tell ya… It’s… It’s Stickler…”

“What? Stickler?!”

“Boss— “

“Henchwoman, you— Her— I— Why?!”

“I know you two don’t got the… Best relationship… But… When ya get to know her, she’s kinda sweet… And funny…”

“Funny?! Sweet?! Stickler?!! Henchwoman, of all the damned demons, imps and sins in the Underworld, why her?!”

“I guess that answers my question…” Henchwoman mumbled, hanging her head low.

It was so hard for her to wrap her head around. Why on Earth would Henchwoman choose the most annoying, monotone, and boring imp in all of Hell?! Was she crazy?! Was this just some type of joke?! Lucifer certainly didn’t find it funny.

Getting a look at her face, The Devil figured it wasn’t supposed to be a joke. She looked hurt and unhappy and—

By the Seven Levels of Hell, she’d done it again.

“Henchwoman, listen— “ She started, trying to mend what was already broken.

“No, no… It’s… It’s ok, Boss… You don’t need to explain yourself.” Henchwoman wore a smile, barely hiding the pained expression on her face. “Let’s… Let’s just go home, ok?”

It took a lot to get to Henchwoman, she’d been the one that put up with the Devil for the longest time. She was usually a happy, go-lucky demon, but there were times when she’d get upset, even angry at times. Though that was a rare occurrence, she had to get pretty far under Henchwoman’s skin to get her angry.

But to get her upset like this? Henchwoman didn’t cry often, in fact she’d usually be the one comforting her Boss when she was upset. Here she seemed to be on the verge of tears, and Lucifer would be lying if she said she didn’t feel guilty.

The Devil creased her eyebrows, but didn’t argue with Henchwoman’s request. She couldn’t believe it, she was doing so well and yet she still managed to mess it up. Though as she thought it over, she found that she didn’t care about getting out of this loop anymore. She’d hurt her dear friend’s feelings. She’d been so uncaring and unkind to the one person who’d been there for her since the beginning and stuck with her no matter how unpleasant she was to be around. No matter who she was in love with, no one deserved that.

Though she wanted to apologize and tell her just how sorry she was for treating the dear imp the way she did, nothing came to surface. The silence was almost as worse as her little jabs she’d made at Henchwoman’s crush on Stickler.

The ride in the Hellevator down to the underworld was the most uncomfortable thing she’d ever endured, Henchwoman seeming to be at her breaking point.

Finally arriving in Hell, Henchwoman couldn’t get out of the Hellevator quicker, immediately heading down the corridor toward her room.

“I— I’m so sorry, Henchwoman.” The Devil said just a moment too late.

Stepping out of the Hellevator, she sighed in the silence. Oh how she wished she could just redo all of that. Maybe not even ask Henchwoman who her crush was. It was too painful to think of how she hurt her dear friend. Especially after all those years of treating that poor imp the way she did.

She only wished that love and understanding of feelings came easy for her as it did so easy for others. She’s never told anyone, not even Henchwoman, but it was the reason she hated the holiday to begin with. Not because she was the living embodiment of hate and fear. Not because she’s the Devil.

Love was a gift that every human and mortal and even some demons were given. Something they were born to understand and accept and it was so easy for them to show it and know what those feelings meant— But it wasn’t easy for her! It never was. Never on Earth, never in Hell, Never even in Heaven… She may never understand it, even if she wanted to. And that… Well that infuriated her. Enough to the point where she banned the damned holiday to be celebrated around her. It’d been like that for centuries. Until the damned, fucking time loop decided to put everything on its head!

The Hellevator clanked behind her, making her jump back, finally remembering it was about time for Dice to come along. Maybe she could at least make things right for her Number One.

“Hello Boss— Oh— Ya… Ya don’t usually meet me by the door.” Queen Dice chuckled.

“Nevermind that, Dice. What is it?”

“I got ya a little somethin, Boss.” Dice offered her the heart-shaped box of chocolates.

“Thank you… Dice…” She hesitantly took the box of chocolates from Dice. “You’re too kind.”

Opening the box, she found that familiar note at the very top. Raising her gaze to look at Dice again, the woman smiled at her, as if awaiting for her to do something. Staring awkwardly at her for a moment, the Devil forced a strained smile. Moving the note aside, she picked up one of the chocolates, eating it to prove that she did indeed appreciate the gesture.

Creasing her eyebrows, Queen Dice’s smile faded slightly.

“Aren’t you going to…?” She started but tracked off.

“What? Oh! Were you expecting a gift in return? I uhm… It’s a bit last minute but— “

“No… No… It’s… It’s fine… Really, it’s fine.”

Dice’s smile returned, but not the same. The excitement turned to gloom, pulling at the demon’s heartstrings as Dice slowly turned the other way back to the Hellevator. At the very least, the Devil didn’t bring the woman to tears, yet she still didn’t seem happy with their exchange. She thanked her for the gift, she didn’t yell at her or disregard the woman’s feelings— So what had she done wrong this time?

Her eyes fell in the note, eyebrows creasing as she picked it from the heart-shaped box. Setting the box upon her throne, she opened the note;

‘My dearest Devil,

There’s so many things to say to you. Things that I never had the courage to say. I know you don’t like Valentines’ Day, and I respect that, but I couldn’t think of a better time to tell you.

You might not know this, but I love being in your presence. Your smile and your laugh are the sweetest things of this Earth. I adore every part of you, whether you want me to see them or not. From your beautiful face to your gorgeous eyes, I have to remind myself that it’s unwise to stare, no matter how tempting it is. I wish I could tell you how much I adore you. Every part of you.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I’m sorry I could never look you in the eye and tell you. I could never bare to know if you didn’t feel the same. You may never reciprocate my feelings, you may want me fired or gone for saying these things. I’ve accepted that you may never feel the same about me. And that’s ok. But just know that no matter what, no matter how you may feel about me; I will always love you.

Your faithful Number One,

Queen Dice.’

A single drop of a blood-soaked tear fell to the paper, the Devil’s hands shaking as she stared at the note. Tears rolled down her face, unrelenting as her heart raced at a painful rate.

It made sense now. It all made sense now. How could she do this to her Number One? It hurt in a way that she couldn’t explain let alone handle. What hurt the most was her lack of understanding of feelings.

Those feelings all came rushing back, accompanied with a heartache. She thought all those feelings were stupid. The way the demon’s heart raced and her mind was clouded when she saw Dice. The way she felt seeing Dice’s face, especially her smile. That wonderful smile. She’d give anything to see it again.

Looking back to the box of chocolates, the Devil picked it back up off the throne. Looking at it closer, she couldn’t help but smile. Dice knew her so well; she knew that she couldn’t stand cream-filled chocolates or dark chocolate. And she knew how much she loved coconut and cashews and peanut butter— Every one of her favorite flavors were in that box.

Queen Dice really put so much thought into this gift. Just for the Devil to react to it so uncaring.

With more tears running down her face, Old Scratch slumped down the corridor to her bedroom.

For once, she wished that she could actually do it all over again. She only wished that when she awoke the next day, it’d be February 14th again, and she could redo everything right. Not hurt those she cared for so.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the box of chocolates, her gaze moving back and forth from it to the note.

Looking over to the stand next to her bed, her heart sank when she saw that Henchwoman’s note wasn’t there.

Setting the chocolates and Dice’s note in its place, she snapped her fingers, immediately changing into her pajamas. Wiping her eyes rid of tears, she stared at the chocolates as she laid back in bed.

She didn’t wish very often. She had long lost her belief in wishing. But she wished more than anything, just once, to be able to repeat this day over.

💔 💔 💔

Lucifer jumped awake at the sound of someone knocking. Looking around the room, her eyes fell on the nightstand, empty now. Gasping, she scrambled out of bed and to the door. Upon opening it, she’d obviously startled Henchwoman.

“Oh— G— Good mornin, Boss, I made you a surprise!”

“Heart shaped pancakes?!” Lucifer gasped, perhaps the happiest she’s ever been to see food.

“Boss?”

“Henchwoman, tell me, what is today?”

“It’s— It’s February 14th, ma’am.”

“Yes. YES!” The Devil giggled, picking Henchwoman up in a bear hug, spinning her around. “The universe has given me another chance!”

“Buh— Boss? Are— Are you ok?”

“I’m more than ok, Henchwoman.” The demon sat her companion on the ground, once more, picking up her plate of pancakes. “See, I had this terrible dream last night,” She paused to mow down on her pancakes. “And I’ve decided that I’m going to give Valentines’ Day a chance this year, even if I don’t have a Valentine.”

“That’s great to hear, Boss!” Henchwoman smiled. “But D’uh… Ya might wanna slow down.”

“Henchwoman,” The Devil ignored her, setting the empty plate aside. “How would you like to go to lunch with me?”

“D’uh, ok!” Henchwoman’s face brightened, nodding.

The purple imp went on her way, excitedly walking down the corridor. With a snap of her fingers, the Devil changed to her signature black dress. Heading down the same corridor, she headed straight to the break room.

Keeping a surly look on her face as she entered the room, the imps’ talking immediately quieted down, a few scurrying out of her way.

Stopping by the calendar, she kept up the ruse by scoffing at the ‘February 14th’ written in the front page.

“Valentines’ Day.” The Devil muttered, turning to the crowd of imps. A few of them— Mostly the few that had recently emerged from the pits of Hell— Kept their eyes on her, the others avoided eye contact.

“However, just because I hate this holiday, doesn’t mean you all should. If you all would like to, you have my permission to celebrate this holiday. Even go to Asmodeus’ party tonight.”

Once again there were murmers, eyes widening, though the silence stretched as she exited the room.

She couldn’t show any hint that she actually looked forward to doing nice things today. The imps might get ideas, and it was never good when they got ideas. Ideas were one step closer to a demon trying to dethrone Lucifer. Keeping a bitter attitude and putting a frown on was the best thing to do around her imps.

Though her smile soon returned when Henchwoman came along. She wasn’t wearing anything much different than her usual outfit, but the Devil didn’t mind, she wasn’t wearing anything fancy either.

“Ya ready to go, Boss?”

“Of course, let’s be on our way.”

💝 💝 💝

Old Scratch kept on a smile, not just to keep her dear companion happy, but because Henchwoman was happy. The imp had this thing about her that made anyone who was around her smile. The Devil was no exception.

Even if she tended to ramble, the Devil loved to listen to Henchwoman talk about her interests; what picture shows she’s seen recently, her favorite game shows. The purple imp could talk her ear off and Lucifer would still love her just the same.

After all, Henchwoman had been there for her when no one else had, it was the least that she could do.

After lunch, the two of them walked around Inkwell, though the Devil tried her best to ignore the gushy, annoying feelings around her for the sake of her dear friend.

“Hey, D’uhm, Boss… Csn I ask you somethin…?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s… So hypo… Hipo… What’s it called?” Henchwoman seemed to have trouble remembering a word.

“Hypothetically?” The Devil asked.

“Yeah, that. So let’s just say that I might have a bit of a crush on someone in the underworld… And… And it might D’uh… Be someone you don’t particularly like… Do you think that I should tell her and ask her to be my Valentine?”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want her to be your Valentine?”

“More than anythin.”

“Then I say,” The Devil stopped in front of the floral shop. “Take these flowers and tell her. Ask her to be your Valentine.” She offered a bouquet of red roses to Henchwoman.

“But… What if she says no…?”

“Well, if she does, at least you’ll know. Sometimes it’s easier to know than not, y’know?”

“I guess.”

“If she’s smart, she’ll say yes. Anyone would be lucky as Hell to be your Valentine.”

Reluctantly, Henchwoman took the bouquet, staring at them before her purple eyes looked back up at her superior.

“Ya mean it, Boss?”

“I swear it on my trident.”

Finding new-found confidence, Henchwoman smiled up at her, already heading off toward the Hellevator. Starting after her, the Devil paused and grabbed a bouquet of roses for herself.

“Hey! You gotta pay for those!” The store owner called after her.

Whipping around to face him, the Queen of Hell glared him down. Freezing in place, his angry expression changed to panic immediately.

“I— I mean… It’s free for you and your friend, ma’am!”

“That’s what I thought.” The Devil muttered, continuing on into the Hellevator before it disappeared into the underworld.

💘 💘 💘

Watching Henchwoman walk off to presumably admit her feelings to her crush— Still Stickler of all demons— The Devil couldn’t help but smile to see her friend so happy. Her gaze falling on the bouquet of roses she’d gotten. She just had one more person to make things right with. And she should be here any minute now.

Going to her throne, she hid the bouquet behind it, making sure it couldn’t be seen past the curtain. The Devil made sure she looked her best, evening out her dress and fixing her wild hair. All she could hope was that she didn’t mess this up too. She just had to keep in mind that she was doing this for Dice. No matter how her pride would fight with her, it was for Dice.

The Hellevator returned to the underworld a moment later, the demon waiting for Dice to exit.

“Hello Boss— Oh— You’re not… You don’t usually meet me at the door.” Dice blinked again.

“Never mind that, Dice, what is it?”

“I got you a little somethin. Here!” Queen Dice offered the heart-shaped box of chocolates to the demon.

“Thank you, Dice.” The demon smiled, taking them graciously.

Upon opening the box, the note was still there in its place, unread as far as Dice was concerned. Though the demon already knew what what it said inside, she still read it. Somehow it was just as beautiful as the first time she read it. Tears formed in her eyes again, but these tears were different. Not because she was regretful for hurting her dear friend. No these tears were different, they were…

“Are you ok, Boss?” Queen Dice asked, her smile vanishing, replaced with concern.

“I’m better than ok.” The demon sniffed, wiping her tears away. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

Smiling once again, Dice’s cheeks went slightly pink.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to say those words.”

“And I even have a little something for you.” The Devil smiled, going to her throne and getting the roses. “I saw these and they made me think of you, because they’re pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Queen Dice asked, brushing her bangs behind her ear.

“Stunning.”

Her cheeks going brighter, Queen Dice averted her gaze, burying her face somewhat in the flowers in an effort to hide her flustered expression.

“So, Dice… I was wondering… Would you…?” The Devil started, drifting off.

“Yes?” Dice ashes, fluttering her long eyelashes.

“Would you like to get dinner with me?”

Nodding quickly, Queen Dice smiled, putting her hand out for the demon to take. Tending up, the Devil felt her nerves try to get her to take a step back. But she wouldn’t, she’d cane this far, she wasn’t going to back out. Hesitantly taking her hand, Lucifer looked up at Dice, the woman smiling at her.

If she was doomed to relive the same day over and over again, at the very least she’d get to relive this moment every time.

And that, well that would be just fine.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

The Devil blinked awake the next morning, surprised to not hear a knock on the door to wake her. Slowly sitting up, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she yawned. She expected nothing but having to relive another Valentines’ Day, though she wasn’t too angry about it. Yesterday was rather… Nice… For being Valentines’ Day.

Looking around the room however, her tired eyes widened at the sight of Henchwoman’s letter and Dice’s box of chocolates. Could it be? Had she really gotten out of the loop?

Picking the card from her nightstand, she unfolded it and read it, a warm smile going across her face;

‘Dear, Boss

I know you don’t like to celebrate Valentines’ Day, but I didn’t want you to feel left out. So here’s a Valentine for you!

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You’re the best Boss around

That’ll always be true!

Happy Valentines’ Day!

Henchwoman’

The dear imp was always so courteous of her Boss, and it was more then appreciated.

There was a knock at the door, the Devil quickly putting the card aside.

“Come in.”

“Good morning Boss!” Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in as she always did. “I’ve got your usual!”

Regular, circular pancakes.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the Devil smiled. Finally. It was finally February 15th.

“Thank you, Henchwoman,” She graciously took her plate. “Did you have a good Valentines’ Day yesterday?”

“Did I?! It was great! I’ve missed bein able to celebrate it.” Henchwoman replied. “D’uhm, Boss…?”

“Yes, Henchwoman?”

“Thanks… For y’know… Putting aside your… Your discomfort for me… It was awfully sweet of ya.”

“Valentines’ Day only comes once a year, so don’t expect it every day.” The Devil smirked.

“Of course, Boss! But it was still sweet of ya.”

“You’re very welcome.” The demon leaned over enough to ruffle the imp’s hair, getting a giggle out of her. “So… How did things go with Sti— I mean… Your crush?”

“It went great! At first she was hesitant to break the rules, but then I told her you was ok with it, then she said she’d be my Valentine, and were planning on dinner tonight. She was busy last night with work, but you know how Stickler is— “

Henchwoman smacked her hands over her mouth, realizing too late that she’d revealed who her crush was. The dear imp had never been good at keeping secrets, though usually the Devil was annoyed by it, she didn’t let it bother her this time.

Even if the mention of Stickler’s name made her skin crawl, the demon didn’t say anything that might upset Henchwoman. It’d just be something she’d have to get used to.

“That sounds nice, Henchwoman, I’m happy for you.” The Devil replied with a smile.

“Aaaand, how’d it go with you and your crush?” Henchwoman smiled, swaying back and forth slightly, obviously wanting to change the subject.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you steal those roses yesterday for yourself?”

“Oh— Oh! Those roses! Uhm… Well… It went… Well… Better than I expected I suppose but…” The Queen of Hell scratched the back of her neck. “I don’t know how long it’ll last. Love has never been something that’s worked out for me.”

“Well, ya never know, Boss,” Henchwoman took the demon’s empty plate from her lap.

“I appreciate your optimism, Henchwoman, but really, no one wants to be with the Devil.”

“No one?”

The Devil bit at her black nails, Henchwoman pouring her morning tea.

“Oh also, ya gotta call from Asmodeus this morning, she wanted to know why you didn’t bother to show up to her party. I told her your invitation must’ve gotten lost in mail but em… I dunno if she bought it… So ya might get a call from her later.” Henchwoman changed the subject, sensing that the one before was making her Boss uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Henchwoman, I’ll be looking forward to that.” The Devil rolled her eyes. “You’re excused, dear, thank you.” She waves her companion off.

Nodding, Henchwoman did as she was told, leaving the room. Absentmindedly stirring her tea, the Devil stared at the note from her Number One. It was strange; even after releasing Valentines’ Day so many times, the card, and even the chocolates (which she ate in one sitting), dinner with Dice didn’t feel strange. It didn’t feel like a date. It felt like going to dinner with a friend— One of the only friends she had and managed to keep. It was so natural, no doubt, no awkwardness, no walls; just…

Comforting.

Msybe that’s what love felt like, the Devil might never know, but she was sure she wouldn’t. She’d learned long ago to not get close to anyone. Especially mortals.

It was a pretty easy day, even with it still technically being a work day. Satan knows if you give imps an inch, they’ll take a mile, there was little chance that any work would get done today. But the Devil didn’t mind it, it actually gave her a chance to wrap her head around this.

The Hellevator arrives in the underworld, the Devil sitting up straight in her throne. Pausing, Queen Dice brushed her hair out of her eyes, smiling.

“Dice!” She stood up, perhaps too excitedly.

“Hey…” Queen Dice chuckled.

“H— Hello.” The demon cursed her voice cracking.

“So… How was your Valentines’ Day?”

“It was… Fine… Repetitive… But fine…”

“Hm— What?” Queen Dice raised an eyebrow.

“It’s— It’s a loooong story.” The demon scratched the back of her neck.

“Well, I got time.” Dice offered a smile. “You wanna get lunch?”

Blinking, the Old Scratch nodded quickly.

“It’s a date then.” Queen Dice took a step closer, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Putting on a big, goofy smile, the Devil took her by the hand, heading to the Hellevator.

She might not ever understand what love is. It’d certainly take time, but if it meant she could feel this way all the time.

Well, she was fine with that.

💟 💟 💟

Sorry if the ending seemed rushed, I never know how to end my stories lmao

If you’ve made it this far, thank you! And I hope you have a Happy Valentines’ Day and a wonderful Singles Awareness Day! ^^ 💜🫶

Thanks for reading!

[the-bitter-ocean]

oceaaaannn hiii! let's go with 3, 5, and 15 for the isat ask game c:

(MAJOR A6SE / 2HATS SPOILERS + FULL GAME SPOILERS AHOY) Thank you for the questions @dekupalace ! Since I’m going to be talking more in depth about the game for one of these questions I’m going to put my responses under a read more:

3- favorite soundtrack?

Oh god that’s such a hard question the whole game has certified bangers. The musicians at Studio Thumpy Puppy were not messing around or pulling any punches. The soundtrack of the game elevates literally every emotional beat. If I was forced to choose only one song out of the soundtrack my favorite track in the whole game has to be “How Can You Help Me, Stardust?” aka the theme that plays when you fight Loop at the Favor tree during act six. Hearing that for the first time while getting the full context of loop’s backstory made me go crazy. It was so fucking emotional and well done. That and it’s just objectively a super intense high energy song that makes me wanna dance around. If anyone deserves the coolest fight theme in the game, it’s Loop.

5- favorite optional event?

Ooh this is also a hard one! I adore a lot of the optional story events because each of them really shed light on Siffrin’s mental state /characterization, as well as gives depth to other aspects like the other character of the world building as a whole which strengthens the themes of the story. Aside from the obvious choice (2Hats Ending/ Act six loop encounter) I think my favorite optional event would have to be the “Who Was Phone” achievement (Change God event). There’s something so fascinating about learning about the Change God. Someone who clearly adores their certified little guy (Mirabelle) and is willing to offer words of kindness and assurance in her identity even if it knows she won’t remember in one instance..and then in the very same breath tell Siffrin that they enjoy watching Siffrin in the timeloop torment nexus because they’re curious to see how they change in a situation where everything is forced to stagnate. It was so genuinely fucked. I will think about it always forever.

15- anything you’d change about the game? be it game mechanics, a new feature, a change in plot, etc

Overall I’m pretty satisfied with the game both in story and gameplay actually. I think Adrienne did a good job writing and expanding on the characters and story that was set up in the prologue. The quality of life in terms of gameplay got improved since the previous game as well ( those who played the prologue can attest to this) . The fact that it was a in universe story reason as to why makes it all the more satisfying (if you want to know what I mean by that please read my mutuals @felikatze analysis about it here.)

I just am happy that Siffrin got to be happy in the end and stay with their family, to be able to talk things out and escape the loops. I know some people didn’t like that or expected a more darker/sadder ending or wanted the gameplay to be more challenging … my response to that is Literally Just Play Start Again: A Prologue. To me it would be extremely reductive to have Siffrin just suffer with no reprieve or escape from the loops (because that’s just a repeat of what happened in its predecessor) or have the group just split off from each other immediately after everything happened. It would have been extremely unsatisfying and ultimately missing the point of the themes of the game as a whole gonna be real lol.

The only things I’d maybe change or add is like it would’ve been cute to see Euphrasie and Claude be together/ reunite on screen in act 6. They should kiss. Lol. (That and just I would’ve personally loved to see Euphrasie in canon expanded on a little more but that’s not necessarily needed she serves her purpose in the narrative. I just like analyzing her and giving her more depth and I like when others do too, but that’s what fanart/ fics and aus are for so I’m not fussed.) 

I don’t mind that the game is sort of open ended and doesn’t answer all the questions. I think that gives artists, fanfic writers, Au makers and people who like to analyze the game more freedom to come up with their own interpretations for things that happened in pre canon and post canon which to me is more interesting. I know Loop disappearing at the end of the game in both endings is sad/ bittersweet but I wouldn’t necessarily change the way that was structured either. I like that their fate was ambiguous because it leads the viewer to come up with their own theories as to where they went. ( personally I love seeing stuff where loop gets to travel on their own and form a new life and identity outside of the loops and learn to heal, as well as post game getting to meet back up with the party and learn to navigate this new life/ change one step at a time. )

[milogreer]

really wanna write rn so help me choooose

no promises it’ll get done ‘cause, you know… life… but i wanna be able to at least try to focus in on one. i miss writing 😔

also some little snippets of each one that might help y’all decide 🤭

shaw pack scaredy cats

“You wanna what?”

“It’s not that big a deal, I do it all the time.”

Milo looks at them like they’ve gone crazy. “Tank, if my Ma finds out I snuck into an R-rated movie, I’ll be six feet under before you can even blink.”

“You just don’t wanna watch the movie ‘cause you know you’ll chicken out first.”

“And you just don’t know the kinda hell Marie Greer can rain down on you. She’s scarier than any movie.”

Tank rolls their eyes. “Then it’s your turn to ask David for a movie. I did it last time and he spent ten minutes chewing me out about how his copy of Alien had dried pizza sauce on the back cover.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like you were raised in a barn-”

“Don’t be mad at me just ‘cause you chickened out when you thought the cat was gonna die-”

“Hey, that is a very reasonable response!”

Tank laughs, dispelling any further argument. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll talk to David, see if he can pull a movie for this weekend.”

the morning after

Blake stirs, mumbling something incoherent as he buries himself further into the duvet, and Bestie stills their hand from looping a lock of his hair around their index finger. When he doesn’t say anything further, they continue, touch feather-light.

Another quiet moment passes before Blake sniffles, nudges his head up into their hand, and manages a slurred, “S’wrong?”

“Nothing,” they whisper, switching to run their hand through his hair, curls soft beneath their fingers, willing him to fall back asleep. “Sorry for waking you up.”

He grunts dismissively, peeking open one eye. “What time is it?”

They pause. It’s just barely four in the morning - they’d only slept two hours before being unwillingly and inexplicably dragged out of the depths of sleep. He’ll worry if they tell him the time.

“Early.”

As expected, Blake’s brows furrow. “How early?”

“It’s fine,” they say reassuringly. “I haven’t been up long. I was just thinking.”

A pause. The air feels heavy all of a sudden. When Blake speaks, his voice is low.

“…Can I ask what about?”

working overtime

“And I was supposed to be free tonight, I was right on track to get all my stuff done, but- but then a professor from down the hall had a family emergency and so she wasn’t going to be able to finish the banner for the rally at the end of the week, so she asked me to do it and I, I, I mean, I couldn’t say no, you know?” Lasko pauses very briefly to suck in a breath. “I would’ve felt so bad because she put in a lot of work and to, to not have her project done and displayed is a shame, I mean, I know she was really excited for it, so if I can finish it for her, then I want to, I just,” he expels an exasperated breath, “I wish it wasn’t at the expense of our date night. I-It’s been a while since we were able to actually go out together, I’m so sorry I can’t make it, I know I said it already, but-”

Dear catches his hand as he paces by where they’re sitting on his desktop, nervous hands flitting through the air as he speaks, then brings it to their lips to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Taken off-guard, Lasko goes quiet and still, his rambling tapering off with a soft oh.

“It’s alright, Lasko. I’m not upset.”

Big pleading eyes blink at them from behind his glasses. “Really?”

“Really. It’s sweet of you to want to finish her project for her.” They tug him closer to stand between their legs, looping their arms loosely around his neck and taking great satisfaction in the flush that immediately consumes his cheeks. “Did she leave instructions for you?”

His voice is pitched a touch higher when he responds, “Mhm.” Then he clears his throat, the initial embarrassment ebbing, and says, “She’s very, um… detailed. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but.” He makes an uncertain sound.

sweetheart’s first pack party

They gratefully accept the wine glass he offers, clutching it like a lifeline.

The hand on their hip tugs them a bit closer to him. “Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart. Might be a room full a’ wolves, but no one’s gonna bite.” He leans away slightly, taking a purposefully long moment to check them out, gaze dragging slowly down and then back up their body. Their heart flutters at the sly grin that paints his face. “Well, one of them might. But he’ll ask first.”

Sweetheart exhales a wavering laugh, rolling their eyes and turning their flushing face away.

“Is it that obvious?”

His smirk turns into a slight grimace. “Ash says you’ve got your investigator face on and it’s freakin’ him out a little.”

This time their exhale is a sigh, an attempt to expel some of the anxious energy trapped in their chest that buzzes like a beehive. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to parties like this. My family never did Solstice parties and even if they did, I think this would still be nerve-wracking because…” They falter, nails tapping their glass. “I mean. You know. This is my first one and, I don’t know, David and Asher have always been nice to me-”

sweetheart’s will likely be the only one that gets an actual name bc i have an OC for them more than anyone else, though i’m working on bestie atm so they might get a name too :)

[cosmicourple]

Ah, hi, it’s me the anon who wants to write your time loop Ody. You can call me Voli to make things easier. Sorry, I’ve been trying to work out the ins and outs of the story and have been busy with other things too. I hope you’re doing well. I will be posting it on Ao3 if that’s alright and while I’m here I would like to ask a few questions since you are the creator of this au.

Without spoiling things, I have already outlined a plot line for the story and are currently arranging characters, seeing who fits and who needs to sit it out. Tiresias, Artemis, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Hestia and Demeter are the ones still out on debate. What I’m wondering is if there’s any character you feel is important to include to the story or should be better off just mentioned or briefly touched on out of the six? Apollo didn’t fall into this because of his gift of prophecy and he and Aphrodite have cut it very close. Aphrodite is there too due to her connection to Ouranos, though she’s unfortunately not gonna have a big role. That whole thing is still being workshopped so I might update on that later.

Another question is one I’ve honestly been struggling with and that’s concerning Rhea. Since she’s still around on Olympus, she does stand a chance against Kronos even when he’s not really there so if it’s alright, how should I tackle this so that the story doesn’t get cut short without discrediting her? I feel like Kronos will find a loophole around her but I’m not sure how so if you or anyone have any suggestions please let me know.

And that’s all I have to share. I apologise for the wait and it’s going to take some time to create the story but I’m working hard on it and I’ll let you know once it’s out. Thank you so much, have a good day/night.

Edit: I’m so, so, SO SORRY this took so long to answer, I’ve been feeling extremely burnt out for the past few days, & probably should’ve waited just a bit longer before asking 4 an update 🥲 I rlly don’t wanna pressure u, I swear 🫶🫶 (I should be thanking YOU 4 ur wonderful contribution to this insanity, & I am sending virtual support 4 ur motivation ☺️)

OMG HIIIII THERE VOLI!1!111!!! Good to get a ‘name’ 4 asks hehe <333

Okay, first, I’m gonna get this out the way by saying I am not confident (atleast, in my opinion) in my ability to do & / or help ‘plan out’(???) / structure fic related things, like for example character placement, plot points / lining (if that’s the word :/), keeping said characters as in character as they should be, etc :’)

I just get way to nervous about it all, so I’m afraid I may not give good advice / feedback on this hhgfffddfdd I can barely believe I’m getting a fanfic on my ideas :”) !!

haha srry about that lil’ self-beating rant, I just never expected to get here :’D

*dramatic sigh* anyway *w*,,,,,,,,,,,

#1: I don’t rlly wanna make a firm imput on who goes where, who’s more valuable than who, because after all, it’s YOUR story at the end of the day, thoooough, if I had to decide importance….

2nd edit: lol watch my suggestions degrade as I run out of juice 😋

-Demeter is. There. Unfortunately, I can’t rlly see anyway 4 her to be,,,, important, which is a shame in my head :(. Ig u could involve her when maybe suspicions of Kronos’s presence is confirmed n like- the Six Siblings maybe get together to discuss n worry ‘bout it, but apart from that, I unfortunately don’t have rlly much to give about her placement 🥲 (hey ho, acknowledgment is good enough 4 me <333 and maybe badass Demeter/joking).

-hmmm, right off the bat, my first thoughts were that Dionysus also felt unimportant. Which also sucks. idk I just can’t rlly see a way that would fit him in w/ the main,,, THING of the story smoothly, I mean, u got his whole reincarnation aspect + his connection w/ Humanity thru him once being Mortal, so maybe that’s something that could be brought up w/ Odysseus, seeing as reincarnation + Timeloop = kinda similar, but more on that Dionysus could have major sympathy 4 Ody’s’ insane suffering, understanding that a mere Human can’t be put through this sort of thing without lasting consequences bc of his own understanding of Humanity :D.

uhhhhhhh— idk, I think he would work better as a minor character u see Odysseus interact w/ during Loop Moments or maybe as a supporting character helping in the back during some big moments lol I’m not sure, there is probably something that could be done with him either way, who knows :) (Demeter could also work as these 2 things as well <D).

-now Hestia. I can see something. It’s only a lil’ bit more than the previous but I can see. Something. Idk like I said, I’m useless at this most of the time lmaooooo- but not much :’). Maybe comfort related things or maybe a notable place during some big moment idk I’m not sure 😭😭.

-Artemis n Hephaestus r tied w/ each other bc they could both very much have spotlight moments but at the same time, could both easily fade into the background most of the time. I have a clearer image of Artemis’s moment, obviously something 2 do w/ Apollo (bc her bro def has some idea of what’s going on, causing maybe a interaction like: “hey Apollo wtf is going on???????”), Hephaestus is unfortunately blurry, but there is an idea mostly just him being grumpy w/ this bullshit hajdhs <D.

-Tiresias in my mind, is quite important, despite Apollo already being there bc I like to think he’s one of the first to notice the Timeloops thanks 2 Prophecy Powers. But he’s also important in my head bc I have this stupid idea of, during one of the Loops, Ody’ kidnapping him from The Underworld & abandoning ship 2 run off & talk w/ them bc they know what’s going on with him + at that point Ody’ needed someone to properly vent to & also. Comedy :) that was such a shitty explanation why.

and as 4 the second question,,,,,

#2: Rhea. Oh Rhea. Mother of The Six Olympians, Former Queen of The Universe & Kronos’s Wife.

What a fun yet frustrating thing u are to try and tackle.

In my mind for the fifth time this post everytime Ody’ resets, the thing she resets to is sitting in one of the gardens, staring at a massive fractured, rusted & black stained mirror, one of the very few things from Kronos’s rule that stubbornly remains. It looks cursed, & in Rhea’s opinion, yes. Yes it is fucked up on some level. And he can talk to her through it,,,,,

I think Rhea somehow knows that the Timeloops r happening but doesn’t actually remember any of them. All she knows is that Her Husband is up to no good &,,,, she doesn’t rlly want to deal w/ it. She can’t persuade him to stop, she can’t even physically stop him. He’s a ghost, floating invisibly through the air, watching their shattered reality & his champion grow, yet by some cruel joke, only Rhea can constantly see his glitching & writhing form, like oil mixed w/ electricity blobbing around, appearing on that unnerving mirror, grumbling about Olympus & their children’s terrible rule & bla bla bla bla—

Yeah, so her decision to not help is very, very selfish. Uncharacteristic. But she’s so tired. She just can’t bring herself to care about whatever nonsense Kronos is causing.

(On the other side, Kronos likes talking to her, it’s. Nice :). Even if she won’t listen to what he’s trying to get at. It’s annoying, but, at least they can converse. Lol, these two r so fucked in situation yet so funny to think about idk <333)

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aaaaand, that’s all I have to add rn mwahaha. I hope this has been good enough feedback on ur fic & I hope you’re enjoying writing it <DD.

Again, I am ecstatic to see someone wanting to write using my weird ideas HTGJKIYEQDGVFGFRFGGR tho pls, pls, PLEASE—

don’t push urself if it gets to much or if u want a break.

don’t feel pressured into thinking u have to write / publish this 4 me or 4 anyone else. It’s ur creation, u can do or don’t do whatever u want.

and DON’T think that u have to follow my ideas. Trust me, the scenarios n shit in my head are as blended as this A.U’s title suggests. The fic might be inspired by my ideas, but it doesn’t have to follow them 🫶.

anyway, you to have a good day / night & Happy Holidays🎄✨✨✨✨✨🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[mymoodwriting]

I was just listening to spell by svt and was curious if you’ll ever consider writing a yandere siren au for svt? Idk why but spell just gives off those siren vibes to me 🤷‍♀️.

And will you be releasing any svt fics in the future?

Gosh, Nonnie, you have no idea! I saw your other message saying you saw the polls and that Spell is on there but... the story I have in mind is something else and I really wanna do it, I just need the time, and to properly figure it out...

I was thinking along the lines of our four boys being Siren Princes, with Jun being the oldest and powerfulest, and purest (not what you think). With that said, I have this idea where in this world supernatural creatures are known about, and they coexist, to some degree, with humans. Sirens are known to be powerful, arrogant, and they keep to themselves in the ocean. Although Sirens do tend to use humans as.... breeders... because Siren DNA is very strong and there tends to be certain traits they want to pass down. What I mean there is that Siren clans have certain traits/powers that others don't, and some individuals are greater with certain talents. Now those gifts can be passed down, but when two Sirens mate, the DNA of both parents fight for dominance, meaning the child would ultimately inherit only one of their parents gifts, and it's honestly a toss up. So in order to assure a child gets certain traits, the Siren in question would either breed or mate with a human because humans are similar to Sirens, but their DNA is weak, meaning the child would be like 99% Siren. Now Sirens aren't like purists or anything, they just do believe themselves to be better than humans and other creatures, but will explore other possibilities in the name of power.

That's where our four princes come in, all from the same mother...

Jun is the 'purest' of his brothers in the sense that both his parents were Sirens, the mother specifically of royal blood, and the father of a noble family. He's basically the Crown Prince, but his brothers aren't shown any less respect for not being 'pure'

Hoshi's father was an angel. Now since Siren DNA is powerful he is mostly Siren, but the angel DNA was strong enough to allow some traits to come through, such as the wings and other angelic powers.

Minghao's father is a witch, so besides Siren powers, he has an affinity with the greater world of magic, making him capable of manipulating both fire and water, among other elements.

Chan's father was human in order to guarantee that at least one royal child would have all traits of the original royal blood line. Of course he's just as capable and powerful as his brothers.

I still need to work out the finer details but basically the boys seek out the reader for breeding purposes... because... Jun wants an heir, and although as the Crown Prince his first child/heir should be 'pure' in the sense that both parents should be Sirens, he doesn't like his options and decides he wants to use a human in order to pass down his power to his child. He specifically seeks out the reader because they actually have Siren DNA as well. A long time ago a Siren left their clan/people and built a life on Earth. Over generations the Siren DNA was passed along, but as you could imagine, there was actually less and less Siren DNA as the years went on. So Jun figured, using the reader would kinda be a loop hole, as his DNA would over power hers, and the little bit of Siren DNA she had would surely be passed on basically making the child 'pure' in the sense of being 100% Siren. Of course reader doesn't know this, but she can't really escape Jun and his brothers. Not to mention if this really does work, the others do like the idea of their children sharing a mother... kinda...

I will do this story one day I promise... just need the time... but as for Seventeen stories in general, I don't have any solid plans at the moment. Besides the fact SVT are side characters in the ongoing story Disconnected, I have no planned stories. Although my requests should be opening up soon, so if anyone wants SVT stories that's the chance. There are some I want to do, like Spell and This Man, but right now those are to be done at my own pace. Of course either of those can be put on the request list.

Anyway, thanks for the ask, sorry I went off, but also I'm kinda happy that when listening to Spell you thought of me. I hope you have a great day/night Nonnie!

[gamebunny-advance]

On Today's Episode of Sammy Only Plays Mediocre Games: "Sensei! I Like You So Much!"

AKA "Fangirl Simulator", AKA "Sensuki"

Originally, this post was written as like a full "game journalist" style deep-dive, but I wanted to cut it back and just talk about my experience with this interesting little game that I found. If you wanna see what the gameplay loop is like, you're better off watching a let's play and deciding from that if this is the kinda game for you.

So, I actually found out about this game while stalking the Ita Bag subreddit, where the creators promoted the ita bag feature in the game. As someone who likes decorating things both IRL and virtually (hence why I was stalking that subreddit), I thought it sounded interesting enough to check out. So shortly after getting the game on a whim with some Christmas money, I got addicted to it for a couple of days before dropping it for about a month and then coming back to write this post.

Anyway, the gist of it is that it's a management sim/visual novel where you play as a fangirl, making friends with other fangirls by writing fanfic and making merch of your OTP.

And when I say "your OTP," I mean your OTP. You can't customize the player character outside of her name and online handle, but you can customize the characters she (and her friends) ship through the in-game character creator.

I did my first play through with R.O.B. & Watch (becauseIwastoolazytodrawandimportpartstomakeTatiKliff).

As a "game" I don't know if I'd call it "fun" exactly. As someone who easily slips into doing menial tasks in games, I did find a rhythm to the management part of the game as I debated against writing fics that would be popular vs. finishing my commissions, and I'll always love decorating virtual spaces with cute knick-knacks, especially if I get to personally design said knick-knacks.

But, it being a buggy early-access game with a shoddy English translation did hinder my enjoyment on occasion. I don't think a game can do anything more to sour your opinion of it than to *make you lose all of your save data trying to troubleshoot it~

*Strictly speaking, the game didn't *make* me do that, it's just one of the last resorts I went through to try and fix the bug, and that didn't even work.

Things like that piling up took what would have been a 7 out of 10 game to a 6 or 5 in its current state.

All that said, I still had a good time (before losing my save) because where it lacks in being a good game, it makes up for by actually being the ultimate "rare pair simulator". Because when your ships have zero content, you'll really take whatever you can get XP.

For me, it was very amusing to experience a world where something like ROB & Watch matters to people and I get to read all the cheesy fanfic that never got to exist for it.

Slight spoilers for the main story, but I just couldn't replicate my (internal) laughter from one of the characters starting fandom drama because they originally rooted for the "rival ship" and me thinking, "Oh, she's a Pac & Watch enjoyer. XD". That's something that could only happen in a game like this.

For people who's OTPs are popular and already have an abundance of fan content out there, I don't think this game will have much to offer you that couldn't be accomplished by just *being* a fangirl (gender-neutral) IRL and consuming the fan content that already exists. But if you like any sort of ship that's niche, whether due to unpopularity, self-shipping, or heck, you can throw your OCs in there too if you really want to, I think that you might find a game like this to be at the very least amusing.

This is a game that's really going to benefit from custom content that just doesn't exist while the game's audience is in its infancy. But I truly think that it has the potential to be something really special with enough time and development, and I leave it up to you if that's a gamble you want to take.

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Other thoughts:

There was actually a recent update that added a bunch of features that really upped the customization features, added a few minigames, and even a new "tamagotchi mode" where you can leave your ship idle on your screen while you do other stuff.

I haven't gotten to mess with all the new stuff in depth, but the addition of these kinds of features tells me that they're really committing to the bit of making a space where you can do anything you want with your blorbos in a single package~ If they could just iron out all the bugs, improve the translation, and add a "free play" mode, this game could be amazing.

Speaking of... the other little things that bug me:

Even though you can set the character's gender and pronouns, the stories don't always use them properly. This seems to be a programming error which might have happened due to the shoddy translation, but I do hope this gets fixed on final release.

Similarly, for most of the illustrations, they currently don't have alternate outfits which change with gender. Most of them are neutral so it doesn't matter too much, but there are a few which are clearly femme/masc which may be bothersome for some ships/characters.

I know it's a small team, and that's what stock materials are for, but I hope this team can pull together enough funding to hire (besides a proper translator) a composer and another artist. I would love to hear some original music because there aren't a lot of songs in the game, and the few we do have get grating after a while. I ended up muting the music entirely in the first few hours of playing it.

I say another artist not because the current ones are bad, but because for the new minigames they added, they are clearly using stock images for the assets, so I dunno if their current artists just weren't getting paid enough to make the assets, or if they're just placeholder while the artist makes new assets to replace them. Given that most of the artists in the credits are listed as "cooperating organizations", I get the feeling that most of the art in the game was on a by commission basis rather than having an in-house artist that gets paid to make assets.

I know that these are just little side things, but the cohesion of the entire product should be pretty important, so while I think all the new stuff is neat, there's still some polish that could be added.

[girlwonder-writes]

Anne writes a helicopter crash fic (with her own twist) that won't be posted for a while because she has to finish a specific trilogy of fics first, otherwise it doesn't make sense.

It hadn't escaped Hen or Chimney's notice that there was a very solid possibility that they were going to be dealing with a rescue or a recovery while everyone else was dealing with the extreme conditions of the wildfire and that there was a solid chance they would encounter someone that Olivia knew. They gave both gave her a questioning look but before they could give voice to their questions, they heard the countdown from Olivia. "5…4…3…2…1." And then they heard the voices of both Evan and Eddie arguing, getting louder as they approached the ambulance. "I wanna be there in case something's happened to Tommy. They called him in and I know he's up there with his team." "Buck, you can't just jump in the ambulance, they're gonna need the room in case someone's hurt. You don't have any paramedic experience. Let them do their job." Olivia sighed as she listened to the two of them argue before she stepped up to intervene. "Enough!" she declared firmly to get the attention of both men, and when their arguing stopped, she continued. "Eddie's right. The space is limited and if there are first responders to save, that's our first responsibility." She threw a 'don't argue with me' look at both Eddie and Evan, her arms crossed to make a point. "Liv, please…why are you looking at me like that? You gotta let me go with you." "Evan, I need you not to be impulsive here." Her voice was still firm, but her hazel eyes begged him to cooperate. "I need you to let me do my job here." Eddie was quick to back Olivia. "Buck, we're wasting time arguing about this." "Buckley, you're with us, come on!" She had never been more glad to have the Captain step in and call for Evan's attention. Olivia was relieved she didn't have to argue with Evan anymore. If anyone could get him to listen, it was Bobby. The sounds of Evan pleading to ride in the ambulance faded into the distance as everyone climed their respective vehicles.

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[joltning]

rvb aus

when I said I had a lot brewing I meant a LOT brewing…! god I need motivation

I’ll be splitting these into 3 sections: one offs/fic ideas, less expanded on ideas, and then my main aus/ones I have more ideas on

one offs/jokey aus/fic ideas:

feel free to take these ideas as your own, im not too attached to them

• grimmons fic where kai lives on iris and simmons is super nervous around her. grif thinks it’s because he has a crush on her but actually it’s because she keeps teasing him about his crush on grif

• teen beach rvb au. think about it man.

• au where lopez and felix betray locus before he can betray felix. and they kiss or something I don’t know

• freelancer donut au…!!! one of my firsts. not very good. has no substance. but it exists. tex donut beef goes CRAZY

• trivia murder party rvb au. i have no clue what this would entail

• slipspace (the grifball miniseries guys) team up with fh57 from s14. this was before I learned that fh57 was just funhouse. womp womp

• shis tril writer mentions that locus now “owns a food truck on Fiji” or something. someone write that Please im begging

• fast food au focusing on the lieutenants. + Frank from s15. i know him and bitters gonna be oomfs or whatever

• au where church stays in the s3 time loop and experiences generation loss, feeding bits of himself into the other soldiers in order to save them

• au where the s5 ending where they all die is canon and they all go to hell

less expanded ideas

• so basic but I’m putting it in this tier anyway. A song fic battle of the bands au, but MY WAY…!!!! I have a vision. Don’t know what it is yet but I have it

• campy horror movie rvb au, where they all claim to see different things in the woods, but it turns out literally every single person is the horror. they all embody horror tropes and are, of course, alone in the woods in a summer camp.

• started as an everything everywhere all at once au but turned into something more Evil. Anyway regular domestic au but then the ai from the “alpha universe” jump into people in the main universe when they’re “compatible.” GRIMMONS JUMPSCARE….!!!!! Simmons is gonna be the one to end the world and the ai are either helping or hindering that process. he becomes a literal monster. originally this au was made so I could experiment with purple prose + text art etc but I guess not anymore what the hell

• rvbz au…! Viper and shatter squad are two organizations, viper being a splinter group from the AOD. When they start fighting on chorus, the reds and blues take sides, splitting off into two groups, some staying neutral. both are somewhat regarded as terrorist groups, viper being victims of starlight labs and shatter being a sort of vigilante group that. isn’t very good at it.

• “split ends” au…!! I really hope to bring this one up to the top tier at some point! geotah focus because im ill but it’s mostly balanced as i wanna get all dynamics in. project freelancer, instead of having ai, has units run using a partner. Only one can use it at a time, and the other has to focus on running it, leaving them vulnerable on the battlefield. This goes for enhancements, but it also goes for other things, such as calculations, enemy tracking, etc. they can switch whenever they want. each pair has one unit. god i wish I could write the unseen freelancers because all those silly powers would be chaos. Oh, also, you can steal the armor enhancements like you would ai. Hmm.

more expanded ideas

these are in order from least important to me to most

• trailer au! one of my first aus, and the ONLY au I’ve written a full outline for. (it’s not very good now that I look back on it.) it asks the question: what if the s15 trailer was EXACTLY what it was eluding to? featuring…Frank staying on the film team and making a trio with jax and dylan, insane murder party reds and blues, spencer plot relevance (somewhat) omalley coming back, the reds and blues failing to beat Hargrove, tucker shooting wash, and one armor enhanced, cobalt colored Tucker.

• s15 rewrite au. after disliking the trailer au I made this one! the blues and reds, instead of being mirrors or even reflections of the main cast, is reflections of what they could have become if they hadn’t changed their old ways, if things had gotten worse. this is basically my snider cut i reorder a shit ton of things etc. also very important carolina was not there when biff died it was just Tex and she didn’t kill biff, she just refused to help him (that kill goes to our friend loco!) anyway it’s more centric of the idea of comparisons between people who have distinguishing differences. Also kuane exists

• interstate au! honestly I have so little in terms of plot but idea wise I have Everyhting. I cannot stop thinking about it sooo..that’s why it’s so high up. Okay I’ll be real this is honestly like a glorified swap au but it’s MY swap au. Basically everything after s5 (also the miniseries) is noncanon and it diverges from there. ft…wash getting sigmapilled by eta, red team maine, red and blue road trip, the quest to find kai (she’s kissing women) and the run from DEAD CAROLINA..!! DEAD..!! oh and church and tex are literally just ghosts. Instead of the director trying to bring back allison and fragmenting one full ai into attributes, he is trying to pair FULL AI with freelancers in an attempt to boil them down to one trait, to harvest them and combine them into a Super Dead Daughter Carolina. wash and eta, or Data (see what I did there) are the collectors which is why they’re the main antags or whatever

• TRIPLETS TRILOGY. OHHHH MY GOOODDDD. I can’t say much because I intend to actually show this one to the world, but WOW. love this one. Basically, the triplets and sherry’s squad are alive. After an alien crash lands on their planet years later, they’re left to explore and find out what they’ve missed while they were gone. It’s split into 3 ‘seasons,’ (with one scrapped mini series), takes place during the recollections, and is looking to be way shorter than I intended it to be, but oh well. It’s where my obsession with the green guy and the white fuck and sherryvera insanity comes from. why did I have to fixate on these random ass mfers what the hell. It’s canon plausible….!! It would never happen!!! But it could!!

now the rant’s done, here’s some older images. oh god ray’s hair is So wrong