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truth-au · 1 year ago

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In the room sat a 12 year old wolf, keeled over the toilet bowl as he threw up waves of ink. His name was Boris, and he has been infected with the ink illness since he was eight years old. He can't remember much about the first episode, nothing except the immense pain that only seemed to get worse as he got older.

His unsuspecting older brother came up the stairs, his voice reflecting a happy mood though Boris couldn't hear what he was saying. The sound of regurgitation caught the older boy's attention and he slammed the door open, calling for their father, Felix, and running into their shared room to retrieve the pain relievers. When he arrived back to the bathroom, his father was sitting next to Boris, muttering words of consoling as the child trembled in pain.

A pill slipped from the bottle and passed down to him, he took it dry as he didnt want to wait for his brother to get water. The medication quickly took effect, with his trembling and fever going down. The pain lessened as well, though he could still feel the acidic puke in his throat. Felix gave his son's shoulder a squeeze before standing to fetch a towel from the closet outside the bathroom and began to clean up. The older brother tried to help as much as he could in the small space, but realized he was getting in the way more than he was being of assistance.

He kneeled next to Boris instead,

Bendy: Hey… you okay?

Boris looked up at him and nodded wearily. He whimpered like a puppy in pain. Bendy's face was ridden with worry as he wiped some ink away from his brother's eyes.

Boris, breathlessly: *I'm sorry*

Bendy: Don't be, baby bro… it's okay, you're going to be okay…

Felix sat down next to his sons, petting Boris between the ears while wiping his face with a damp washcloth.

Felix: You have nothing to apologize for, Boris. We're more than happy to take care of you, kiddo. Why don't we get you to bed now, okay?

Boris nodded again as his brother scooped him up. He always found it funny that he was so much taller than Bendy, yet the demon could still lift him as though he was no heavier than a baby.

It wasn't a long walk to their room, just down the hallway. Bendy placed the wolf on his bed then went to the closet to deliver him a clean set of pajamas so he wouldn't have to sleep in his sick stained attire. Boris's usual happy demeanor was already returning as his ears perked up slightly and his tail started to wag as Felix entered the room to say goodnight. Once they'd all said their good nights, Felix made his way downstairs to put the rest of the kids to bed. Bendy planted one more kiss on his little brother's forehead before following his father, his tail flicked nervously behind him.

The low murmur of the vacuum could be heard from the living room as Bendy neared closer to the rooms downstairs. Oswald was cleaning up the living room after the kids went to bed, placing toys where they belong, vacuuming the carpet, sweeping the hardwood. Bendy hopped on board, wiping down the glass covering of the book cases which held Felix's stories and cleaning the fingerprints from the TV screen. Just as Oswald opened his mouth to express his thanks, Cuphead kicked in the front door.

Both Oswald and Bendy slumped in irritation.

Cuphead: C'MON, MIDGET BOY!

Bendy came out of the living room, an irritated look on his face: Oi, keep it down, would ya? The kids are sleeping.

Cuphead: Whoops- Oh! Hey Ozzy!

Oswald had come out of the living room too, resting against one of the bookshelves with his arms crossed against his chest.

Oswald: Hello, Cuphead.

Bendy: What the hell do you want, Cuphead?

Cuphead: We're taking you to the bar so you can finally get a girlfriend!

Bendy scoffed: You say that is if *you* have a girlfriend

Cuphead: How dare! I *totally* have a girlfriend!

Bendy: Sure, whatever you say buddy

Felix protruded from the dark hallway, he looked exhausted as he made his way over to Oswald and tested his head against his husband's shoulder. Groggily he said,

Felix: Hello, Cuphead

Cuphead: Woah- you look…

Bendy shot him a threatening look that warned him not to comment on his father's appearance. Felix was never an excessively aggressive person-- unless, of course he was on adventures or the situation called for it-- but his appearance was something he took great pride in. To be told he didn't look amazing, well… the other person wouldn't look so great either after he was done with them. Part of that feline instinct, always had to look his best!

Felix raised an eyebrow: "I look"...?

Cuphead: Very fatherly! Anyway- I'm taking Bendy to the bar so he can be not single anymore!

Felix laughed: Good luck-

Bendy: DAD!!

Cuphead and Oswald were laughing now too

Felix: I'm just saying, Bendy. You, bars, and girlfriends don't really mix well.

Oswald: Let's be honest, it's just Bendy and bars that don't mix well.

Bendy: Don't encourage him!!

Cuphead: Guess we should go to prove them wrong then, huh?

Bendy: Oh please, you just want to go to the bar.

Cuphead: That and Mugs is waiting for us in the car-

Oswald: Since when do you boys have a car?

Cuphead: Since Mugs got his permit!

Felix: Ah, good for him!

Bendy: If only you could drive too.

Cuphead: I'm learning! He's just better at these things than me-

Oswald: Well you better not keep him waiting anymore. Have fun boys!

Felix: Don't do anything stupid!!

Bendy, pushing Cuphead out the door: No promises, love you, g'night!

The boys arrived at a bar which was in full swing. The band was playing, there were people dancing, and karaoke could be heard from another room. Much to Mugman's disappointment, Cuphead and Bendy had spent many nights losing their minds on that karaoke stage. Both of the boys usually had fairly decent singing voices-- Bendy especially-- but when paired together with God knows how much alcohol those angelic voices go right down the drain.

Behind the counter of the bar stood a small woman, maybe a few inches taller than Bendy. She waved at the boys as they walked in and shouted "welcome" to them over the music. Bendy dusted off his shirt and smiled slyly.

Bendy: Hey boys, why don't you go get us a table! I think I just found a little someone~

Cuphead followed the demon's gaze to the woman behind the bar, she was serving someone.

Cuphead: …Was that a short joke?

Bendy: Wha- NO! I just mean that I- nevermind. Shut up.

Cuphead laughed as Bendy stormed off. Mugman's eyes were glued to the patron the woman was serving. She was seemingly a German Shepard as evidenced by her brown fur and black markings around her muzzle and ears. She was much, *much* larger than any normal dog he'd ever seen before though. Her height was closer to that of a wolf-- perhaps she was a crossbreed between the two. No matter what species she was, her beauty was undeniable. Her amber eyes flickered up from the beer she was drinking to meet Mugman's red ones. He began to blush slightly.

Mugman, patting Cuphead's arm dismissively: Yeah… why don't you go find a table, bro…

Cuphead: You've been quiet this whole time and the first time you open your mouth is to leave me for a girl-

Mugman, teasingly: Isn't that what we came here to do?

Cuphead: To get *Bendy* a girl!!

Mugman rolled his eyes playfully and parted from his brother to meet the mystery woman. She seemed to grow in size as he got closer, certainly no shy of six or seven feet tall. He realized her face was riddled with scars, some larger than others. He wasn't about to pretend like she didn't intimidate him just a little bit, but that wasn't about to scare him away. Mugman began to smile warmly at her as he approached, a skeptical smile spread across her face.

Mugman, bowing ~~because he's a lil gentleman~~: Hello there, ma'am

He was still bent at the waist, but he turned his head up to look into those piercing amber eyes of hers,

Mugman: Mind if I buy you a drink?

Mystery Woman: Oh, how bold of you,

Her voice was just as magnificent as the rest of her with a thick Russian accent making Mugman cling to every word she spoke. He felt his face heat more as she spoke again,

Mystery Woman: to offer a drink before asking my name…

Mugman, smiling sheepishly and standing: Does beauty need a name?

Mystery Woman, smiling: I like you, little mug…

Mugman: Does beauty *have* a name?

The Mystery Woman chuckled and gestured for him to sit on the empty stool next to her. He did and rested his elbow on the table, having to look up to see her face now that he was sitting.

Mystery Woman: Marilyn. But *you* can call me Mari~

Mugman smiled and blushed deeper. She could definitely see it now. Mari lifted her chin as she smiled down at him,

Mari: Do you have a name?

Mugman: You won't believe it,

Mari: Do tell

Mugman: It's Mugman

Mari: How creative

Mugman, sarcastically: I know… Now about that drink?

Mari: Go ahead

He flagged down the bartender, the girl Bendy had come over to the bar for. The nametag on her uniform revealed her name to be Valli, supposedly short for "Valliescent," the name of the bar, which would make *her* the owner. He ordered another beer for Mari and something for himself.

Mugman: So what is a lady like you doing here alone tonight, Mari?

Mari, looking over her glass at him: Who are you calling a lady, Little Mug?

Mugman dipped his head: My apologies,

Mari chuckled again and sipped from her glass: I've just come to let off steam. Long day at the police station, y'know how it is..

Mugman: You're an officer? *Fascinating.*

Mari: It certainly has its perks, yes… what about you, what are you doing here?

Mugman shot Bendy a look across the bar then nodded his head in the demons direction as he took a swig of his drink, Mari looked over at him

Mugman: I'm chaperoning him and my brother

Mari: Ooh, so you're a responsible type?

Mugman: *Reluctantly-*

Mari laughed. Actually laughed, not a chuckle like she'd been doing the rest of their conversation. She quickly finished the rest of her drink and took a notepad and pen out of the pocket of her dress-- He didn't even realize she had pockets. The notepad was clearly for work related reasons as he recognized the symbol of their local police station along the border of the paper along with their contact information, and Mugman watched as Mari wrote another number down. Her handwriting was very professional, neat cursive. Mugman admired the lettering before she tore the note from the rest of the pad and slid it to him.

Mari: In case you ever need a break from all that responsibility~

She winked at him as she stood and walked away, her tail swaying behind her as she made her way toward the exit of the bar. Mugman felt as his face became the same red hue as his brother's straw and he furiously chugged his drink before ordering another.

Another bartender had to serve him as Valli was busy with Bendy.

Bendy: So what do you recommend?

Valli and Bendy had been talking for quite a bit, though their conversation was interrupted a few times since her attention was needed by other patrons. Since she'd returned, he was trying to get her to help him order something. If they did end up together like he hoped, he could use this as an opportunity to figure out what her favorite drink was… maybe surprise her with it on a date?

Valli: Alexander makes his own specialty, you interested?

Bendy: Is it any good?

Valli, smiling: I think so

Bendy: Well you seem like you've got good taste. Sure, I'll take it!

Valli nodded and turned around to grab a glass and a bottle. She poured Bendy a glass but didn't have time to put it away before he asked,

Bendy: Why don't you enjoy a drink with me?

Valli, putting the lid back on the bottle and returning it to its spot: Are you trying to get me drunk on the job?

Bendy: Well….

Valli laughed and shook her head before looking back at Bendy. He smiled slightly, but his face seemed serious.

Valli: Oh, you're not kidding-

Bendy: Nope! You're a pretty little lady, Valli. Let me get you a drink

Valli cringed a bit, Bendy noticed and felt his heart race in embarrassment. She had a partner, didn't she? Of course she did, she's beautiful, why wouldn't she?

Valli: I'm sorry, you're a sweet guy but-

Bendy: Just get me whatevers strongest…

Valli: I-

Bendy: Put me out of my misery, get me whatevers strongest

The demon downed the drink he had been given, and proceeded to gulp down each drink Valli gave him afterwards.

Across the bar stood Cuphead, resting against a wall with his head down turned and his eyes closed. *Maybe if I wait long enough, the ladies will come to me… cool guy approach-* His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden commotion behind him which caused his head to whip around in curiosity. His eyes were met with an interesting scene; a redheaded girl with demons horns and an anxiously flickering tail was on the floor picking up a fallen tray while a man, who she was supposedly serving, sat at the booth looking down at her with an enraged face-- his face, Cuphead realized, was that of a bird, though he didn't know what breed.

Bird: WHAT IF THAT HAD FALLEN ON ME, DUMB GIRL!?

Waitress: I- I'm sorry sir! It was an accident, I swear!

Cuphead turned around to help the girl when another man walked over. He was some sort of reptilian, a lizard or maybe a snake, with yellow eyes that radiated mal intent. He rested his elbow on the table, standing in front of the Bird man and winking at the girl who was still on the floor.

Reptilian: Is he bothering you, lovely?

Bird: AY! Mind your own business, a-hole!

Reptilian: Not if you're slandering a woman as beautiful as she!!

In the chaos, the demon waitress has returned to cleaning the floor, picking up spilled ice cubes and placing them back into the broken glass. Cuphead walked over, finger gun at the ready in case it was needed.

Cuphead, sternly: Why don't both of you back off now…

Bird: Oh, you think you're so tough, do you?

Reptilian: And I saw the poor damsel first, so if you'll kindly *fuck off.*

Cuphead, raising his glowing blue fingertip for both the boys to see: Real poetic words for someone who's about to get their face blown off.

The offender's faces turned from cocky and angry to pure fear, but it was obvious neither of them wanted to back down.

Cuphead, sighing: Listen, if you think *you're* so tough, then prove it. Because all I see is a sad, single man who has nothing better to do than terrorize defenseless bartenders.

The bird scoffed, looking for some kind of snarky remark or comeback to throw at Cuphead. When he turned up without a retort, he smacked the money when owed onto the table and stormed away, muttering indecencies under his breath.

The reptile crossed his arms and allowed his vibrant red tongue to slither out of his mouth in an act of defiance. His chin was upturned so that he could look down at Cuphead in a snooty sort of way. The girl had stopped cleaning, looking at the moment between the reptile and Cuphead from behind her defender with both concern and surprise on her face.

Cuphead, addressing the reptile: And you,

Reptile: What about me? You think you can play hero and get the girl?

He laughed dryly, fueling the agitation in Cuphead's soul. His blue fingertip grew brighter, but he refrained from shooting even as every bone in his body urged him to shoot a hole through the reptile's dirty mouth.

Cuphead: This isn't about getting into her pants, it's about protecting her from dirtbags like you.

The reptile scowled, lowering his chin finally and looking at Cuphead straight on.

Cuphead: Walk away.

Reptile: Or *what?*

Cuphead, directing his finger at the man's chest: **Or I shoot.**

They were locked in a silent staring contest for a few moments before the reptile shoved his scaly claws into his pockets and walked away, uttering curses no different than the bird's swears.

Cuphead took a deep breath to relax while he lowered his hand and the blue flame extinguished. Once he was less tense, he turned to the girl who was still on the floor. That's when he finally got a good look at her. Across the bar stood Cuphead, resting against a wall with his head down turned and his eyes closed. *Maybe if I wait long enough, the ladies will come to me… cool guy approach-* His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden commotion behind him which caused his head to whip around in curiosity. His eyes were met with an interesting scene; a redheaded girl with demons horns and an anxiously flickering tail was on the floor picking up a fallen tray while a man, who she was supposedly serving, sat at the booth looking down at her with an enraged face-- his face, Cuphead realized, was that of a bird, though he didn't know what breed.

Her hair, which he realized was more of a coral color than true red, was pulled back into buns behind her horns, which curled in opposite directions at the top. Her bangs had a single darker streak which ran up her hair and stopped just before meeting the center of her head. Her eyes were bright yellow like the sun, and almost seemed to glow like it too. For that matter, everything about her seemed as radiant as the sun, all the way down to her tail which was no longer swaying in fear as it had been earlier.

Cuphead cleared his throat and extended a hand to help her stand. She looked at it for a moment, uncertain of whether she should take it or not.

Cuphead, smiling: It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you..

She smiled as well then, and took his hand. Once she was standing, she dusted off her lilac uniform which had bits of the birdman's order still stuck to it. While she tidied herself up, Cuphead kneeled down to pick off the tray and set it on the table.

Waitress: Oh! Y- you don't have to do that-

Cuphead: Hey, don't worry. I don't mind!

Waitress, blushing: Thank you, sir.. A- and thank you for helping me with those customers!

Cuphead: No worries! And call me Cuphead, no need for formalities.

The waitress smiled slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, not knowing what to say next. Cuphead continued,

Cuphead: Can I have *your* name?

Waitress: Right- I'm Piper!

Cuphead: "Piper…" what a pretty name

Piper: Thank you- again..

He chuckled and she smiled at him before glancing at the table and remembering she was still working. She apologized to him before producing a cloth from her uniform's pocket and wiping down the table, collecting the dirt onto the already tarnished serving tray. Cuphead watched her clean, hands behind his back but still ready to punch anyone if they tried anything with her again.

Cuphead: Hey…

He grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser on the table and a pen-- presumably left by the bird-- and wrote down his number. Piper curiously watched as he did.

Cuphead: Don't take this the wrong way, but- Here's my number,

She hesitantly took the napkin, looking at his… less than neat handwriting.

Cuphead: Just in case you find yourself in trouble again

Piper's face turned red and she glanced up from the napkin to see his brilliant blue eyes and the speckling of silvery freckles under them.

Piper: Th- thank you, sir- er- Cuphead! I really appreciate it!!

Cuphead: Yeah! No problem!

They stared at each other for just a moment before Piper was called by her boss, the short girl at the bar.

She grabbed the tray and walked off just as Mugman was walking toward his brother, a huge goofy smile on his face.

Mugman: Guess who got a number?

Cuphead: Ooh~

Mugman: Her names Mari and she has the *hottest* voice I've *ever* heard

Cuphead, patting Mugman on the back: That's great, bud

Mugman side eyed his brother and the giddy look he had on his face. He followed his brother's gaze to the pretty little waitress who was talking to Valli at the bar.

Mugman: Ohoooo, I know that looook~

Cuphead playfully pushed his brother away

Mugman: C'mon, what's their name?

Cuphead: Piper

Mugman: Nice, and how-

Cuphead: Hey, where's Bendy?

Mugman pointed at the wasted little demon walking toward them. He was stumbling over his feet and nearly tripped over his own tail before finally making it to Cuphead and Mugman, the former of which had to pick bendy up to prevent him from face planting.

Cuphead: Oh boy…

Mugman: What did you do?

Bendy: So- so she's dating this guy, right?

Mugman: Did he beat you up?

Cuphead: Wow, you have zero belief in him, huh?

Mugman: Nope.

Bendy: Uh, *rude!* And, *no.* He did- he did NOT beat me up…

Cuphead: I'll have you know Mugs and I were both successful in-

Bendy: Yeah, yeah, whatever

He went limp in Cuphead's arms, causing the taller man to sling the demon over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

Bendy: Yessss, carry me hoooome. I can't waaaalk

Mugman: Oh my stars, Bendy..

Bendy: Mugman- I will fite you

Cuphead: Let's go before he thinks about getting more alcohol

Bendy: That's not a bad idea-

Cuphead rolled his eyes as he headed for the door, his brother following close behind with equal disappointment-- and also seemingly finding humor-- in Bendy's drunken state

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THIS WASNT WRITEN BY ME

This was writen by a friend of mine of discord,they are amazing at writing and gald to have on my team

This is part one of the story

#truth au #Mari #cup head #mugman #bendy #Boris #Felix #Oswald #oc x canon

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snowdust64 · 6 months ago

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Ouma Great War Chronicles - Episode 21: This Isn’t How I Meant for Things to Turn Out

Narrator: Through Genzuki’s desperate imploration, the quarreling among the gods was settled without turning into a bigger incident. However, Genzuki, Nagao, and Kaida came to know, once again, the might of the gods’ power. Thereafter, more than ever before, the three of them dove into their research, training, and so on.

scene: Genzuki’s Workroom

Genzuki: (Recently those two seem busy. The three of us haven’t made time to meet at all. The Cases of Demon Madness and the Star of Kiou remain shrouded in mystery. Investigations aren’t progressing either. Before this, I extended an invite to them, but…)

start flashback scene: Nagao’s Workroom

Genzuki: Pardon me.

Nagao: Oh? Toujirou! What’s up? Coming all the way to my workroom like this. Something going on?

Genzuki: Mn. Recently the three of us haven’t gotten together, so I came to do a status check in case there was anything to consult each other on… It’s about time we traded information on the Cases of Demon Madness and the Star of Kiou. Would you have any open days coming up soon?

Nagao: Mmm, let me check. That’s right… This weekend looks like it would work, how’s that?

Genzuki: Understood. I’ll ask Haru-kun about his schedule later. I contacted him just before, but he didn’t pick up. I wonder if he’s busy?

Nagao: Aah, sounds likely? He certainly seems quite immersed in his research these days. Remember we met his assistant in the cafeteria not long ago? The guy named Tsubaki. Apparently he stays overnight with him at the research department.

Genzuki: Eh!? It’s that bad…

Nagao: Whoops, sorry! I also need to get going. Once you’ve decided on a time, let me know. See ya!

Genzuki: Ah! G-got it! Kei-kun seens to have a lot to deal with too, but if we put it off, we’ll never find the opportunity to resolve the case. The three of us need to make a commitment to meet, no matter what it takes. Alright, I’ll go see Haru-kun next.

scene: Bureau Cafeteria

Genzuki: Though I was told he was spending nights there, Haru-kun wasn’t at the research department. It’s already noon, if he’s anywhere else I would think it’s here… Ah!

Kaida: Mn? Genzuki!

Genzuki: Haru-kun, I finally found you!

Hinata: Genzuki-san! Hello.

Genzuki: Hello. You were in the cafeteria after all.

Kaida: What is it? Run into any trouble?

Genzuki: Ah, no… I contacted you with the talismans, but it didn’t go through.

Kaida: Eh, really? I’m sorry! I might have been focusing on an experiment and missed it.

Genzuki: No, it’s okay. Do you have time now?

Kaida: I need to return soon, but a short while should be okay. Hinata, you can head back first.

Hinata: Alright. Then I’ll excuse myself now!

Kaida: Sorry for all the bustle. So?

Genzuki: I thought it was about time to hold a meeting. The chances for the three of us to get together have decreased.

Kaida: Aah… True, we haven’t been able to do that recently.

Genzuki: Kei-kun said this weekend was fine for him. How about you?

Kaida: Mnn – Sorry! That might be a bit tough. My research is perfectly on track, see? This weekend as well, I was planning to give up a day off to stay in the lab.

Genzuki: Is that how it is…

Kaida: If it’s audio-only I can participate, how about that?

Genzuki: … I understand. Well then, I’ll contact you on the day of.

end flashback

Genzuki: (It can’t be helped that each of us is busy, but it’s the first time getting on their schedules was this hard. I’m a little uneasy… Well, worrying won’t change anything either. Besides, we all agreed to have the discussion. For now, I’ll do the things that I can do until the weekend comes.)

scene: Genzuki’s Workroom

Genzuki: Mmn… (The time we agreed on was noon, right? Why hasn’t anyone come yet?)

on screen: talisman

Genzuki: Ah… Haru-kun?

Kaida: Sorry I’m a bit late! Has the meeting started already?

Genzuki: No, Kei-kun hasn’t come yet either. I just hope nothing happened…

Nagao: Sorry, I’m late!

Genzuki: Kei-kun! I was worried you were injured on a mission or something.

Nagao: I’m really sorry! Up until just now, I was doing practice with Masamune-san. It was too fun, I lost track of time…

Genzuki: Practice was too fun, you say… I understand your reasons, but the chances for us three to talk are becoming fewer. I’d like if you could be considerate of my time too.

Nagao: You’re right… sorry.

Genzuki: Haru-kun, you too. Even though it’s a good thing your research is moving along, you could at least take one day off… that’s what I thought, to be honest.

Kaida: … sorry.

Genzuki: Kei-kun’s training and Haru-kun’s research are both for the sake of resolving these cases, I understand that. But, the three of us shouldn’t give up on taking time out of our schedules to discreetly share information and so on. I’d thought this was a really precious thing…

Nagao: Me and Haru feel the same.

Genzuki: Really? In this situation, I don’t believe –

sfx: BOOM

Hinata: Waaah!

Kaida: Uwah! Hinata, are you okay?

Nagao: Haru, what’s wrong!?

Kaida: Sorr– experim– failed! We’re fine o– here – C– you h– m–

Genzuki: Eh!? What?

Kaida: We’re fine o– h–. Don’t –ry ab– !

Nagao: Got it. Anyways you’re unharmed, right?

Kaida: Mn – just n– to deal w– re– sorry.

Genzuki: He cut it off…

sfx: paper rustling

Genzuki: It’s no use. Even if I try to contact him again, it’s not connecting.

Nagao: What now? Should we just go on between the two of us?

Genzuki: Haah… no. I don’t feel like it anymore. Let’s disband for today.

Nagao: Hey, Toujirou. I apologize for being late. That was wrong of me. I’ll be more careful next time.

Genzuki: Mn. I’m also sorry, for being in a bad mood. See you next time.

Nagao: Yeah… see you.

Genzuki: (Hah… I just up and lost my temper… This isn’t how I meant for things to turn out. Aside from that… Those two are getting along really well with their work colleagues. I envy them a little.)

#ouma great war chronicles #vδlz #genzuki tojiro #nagao kei #kaida haru #nijisanji #english translation #ouma taisen tan

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house-of-laminations · 3 years ago

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Eldritch!MC forgot to die in Lesson 16 and Belphie is so confused. He knows humans are weak - they break and bleed so easily and he's an Avatar! Except it's been so long since one of the things from Before interacted with the three realms that demons have forgotten why they've evolved the way they have. Because why do they need such strength - or regeneration or anything they have in their true, more reality breaking forms?

That's because there are things out there that once treated demons and angels like prey. MC's been using their theoretical knowledge of humans - they honestly did forget that they are supposed to have eyes or that humans can only see such a limited range of colors. They are quite sheepish when Belphie panics after stabbing them in the stomach - they should be bleeding red and they do superficially. But that deep wound - they aren't bleeding; it's shadows leaking out. It's wrong and feels like a thousand year winter or the tears of a dying sun.

Which shouldn't even have a feeling at all and- whoops sorry MC forgot to keep themselves all human-y. It's fine really! But when did Mammon get here and why does he look so scared for them while holding them? Maybe MC should have paid more attention instead of daydreaming about whether if blue really does taste like newborn dreams. They think it does personally - just like that weird sports drink humans seem to enjoy.

Well MC's pretty fond of this perfectly normal human form (even if they sometimes forget that humans only have one heart or that Cerebus cowers from them. Cats are alright though - one of the best living things created this time around in this universe! 10/10 would pet again.) so yea everything will be fine.

Eh, maybe they should explain something to the demons. Mammon looks like he's gonna cry - or vomit? One of the two.

Leviathan's probably seen an anime with the plot of 'My love interest is an eldritch being from beyond reality but they like wearing a school uniform? Help!'

Barbatos is the one that gets closest to figure out what MC actually is. He's more eldritch than demon but even MC is alien to him. Imagine being perfectly aware that there's something off about the human exchange student but you can't figure out what it is.

The thing that I really love about Eldritch horror (and by extension eldritch brothers or mc) is the idea that it's not necessarily the moment, the reveal, that's horrifying. It's the inability to reconcile it with the return to normalcy - fitting it within the constraints of your understanding of reality. And I just really love the idea of the brothers coping with that.

I love that you identified barbatos as being the one kind of 'best equipped' to recognize and understand Eldritch MC, and honestly I would love to be a fly on the wall when they talk about it over tea.

But then the brothers having their eyes opened to what MC really is - either through casual slips or accidental breaks, or through the mess that is lesson 16 when MC 'forgets' to die.

The younger brothers expressing their fear through worship - they adore everything about what MC is and they want to see more so they do all they can to get into MC's good graces. The older brothers recognizing the evidence as being close to their Father in that unknowableness, and reacting in the opposite way. Lucifer especially, so used to being the strongest, so close to that himself, becoming terrified. MC tries to assure him that they're not going to hurt him, that things can go back to 'normal' - but Lucifer dedicates his time now to learning how to protect himself frantically, digging back in his memories of his Father and piecing them all together to find something, anything that could be a weakness for him to exploit.

Shame there are none.

#eldritch mc #obey me mc #im currently writing the inverse at the moment - normal mc handling eldritch brothers #but flipping it the other way around is so much fun #i talk to a real human

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wanderingalicewrites · 3 years ago

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Angel Wings

There’s a reason demons have better groomed wings than angels.

When Crowley discovers that Aziraphale has not groomed his wings since being in Hell, he demands that they end their celebration so Aziraphale can clean away the hell ash. Instead of letting him leave, Aziraphale asks Crowley for his help. What follows is perhaps the most intimate night of their relationship thus far.

—-

The night after the world did not end, Aziraphale finds himself watching Crowley lazing about contentedly on his old tartan couch. He looks so carefree, sprawled out as if determined to take up as much room as possible, more relaxed than Aziraphale has ever seen him. He has that right, he thinks. They both do. They are free now. Their own side. It is an invigorating thought.

He’s just starting to plan how to make his desires known, now that he can, when Crowley frowns, flicking a bit of ash off the sleeve of his jacket. With a small displeased sound he removes his jacket and shakes it out, dislodging a few more flakes of ash. He catches one on a finger and sniffs it, his frown depending.

Aziraphale blushes, embarrassed. He’d thought he’d gotten all the ash off of Crowley’s clothes when he returned from Hell. Obviously he was mistaken.

“Angel,” Crowley asks, scowling at the flakes - stark black pieces of ash against his pale skin. “Did you, ah, stop anywhere between Hell and the park today?”

Aziraphale shakes his head. He had taken a moment to miracle everything clean, but he’d been too impatient for anything else. “No. I went right there. Why? Is something wrong?”

“Right there? You didn’t stop to do anything at all?”

Again Aziraphale shakes his head, confused by the sudden urgency in his voice. “No. They let me out by the usual entrance and I walked right to the park to meet you.” He doesn’t say he’d been far too worried to think of stopping, terrified that he would get there and Crowley wouldn’t come.

Crowley sits bolt upright, a look of dawning horror on his face that Aziraphale does not understand. “Did you- have you groomed your wings since then?” There’s a note of carefully controlled panic now in his voice.

Aziraphale blinks at him, frowning. If another angel had asked about his wing grooming habits, he would have been horribly offended. There had been a time, once, when angels wore their wings openly. But that time was long past. Now, it was the height of impropriety to speak of, allude to, or, Heaven forbid, see another angel’s wings. Demons, he knows, have no such compunction. And Aziraphale is familiar enough with his own desires to recognize that speaking of such intimate things with Crowley is not just permissible, but something he very much wants.

“No,” he says, sensing that this is important to Crowley but not understanding why. “I don’t believe I have.”

Strangely, Crowley blanches. “Bloody Heaven, angel, why didn’t you say so? We could have waited to go to dinner.”

“I don’t see why. It’s not like they really need it-“

Crowley isn’t listening. He stands, agitated, glaring at his watch. “It’s been, what…? Six hours? Sooner’s always better, but you should still be safe. Go- Sa- Somebody, Aziraphale, you should have just said if you were waiting for me to go. Leaving it this late is reckless.”

“Crowley-“ Aziraphale stands too, watching him start towards the door and then abruptly turn back in the direction of the couch. He has no idea what’s going on here, but he hates seeing Crowley so upset, especially when they ought to have been celebrating.

“Really angel, I know we’ve been through a lot today, but you’ve got to take care of yourself. I should-um.” He stops to glance at Aziraphale, then turns away, blushing. “I’ll just- I’ll head out now. Let you get on with things. Give me a call tomorrow, yeah? We can-“

Aziraphale grabs his wrist as he reaches for the glasses on the edge of the side table. “Crowley,” he says when the demon goes still. “Stop. Look at me.”

Obediently, he turns his head to meet his gaze and Aziraphale is shocked to see that his eyes have gone fully yellow. Whatever is wrong has truly upset him, but he has absolutely no clue what it is, or why, when he’d seemed perfectly content just minutes ago.

“There,” he smiles encouragingly. “That’s better. Now, why don’t you tell me what this is all about, hmm?”

Crowley’s wide serpentine eyes scan his face, looking for what, Aziraphale couldn’t say. “You don’t know.” The words have the sound of a revelation.

“I would if you’d just tell me what you’re on about,” he snaps, frustrated, though he can’t exactly be blamed for being a bit irritable. It’s been a long eleven years after all.

“Your wings, angel,” Crowley tells him. “You went to Hell and you didn’t clean the ash from your wings.”

When Aziraphale still looks puzzled he scowls. “For- for satan’s sake, did they never tell you…”

“Tell me what?” Aziraphale asks, trying, for Crowley’s sake, to be more patient.

The demon’s face clouds over, and now he looks angry, but not at Aziraphale. At the archangels perhaps, or even Heaven itself. “Of course they didn’t. Probably hoped you’d wander down there by accident one day and whoops, there you go, so sorry it can’t be fixed. Fuckerssss.” His hiss at the end is enough to tell Aziraphale how serious this is, whatever it is. Crowley has to be truly furious or terrified to lose control of his voice like that.

Aziraphale squeezes the wrist he still holds, drawing his attention back to the hear and now. “What didn’t they tell me, dear?”

Crowley sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Hell ash,” he says. “I’m sure you noticed it down there. Fine grey particles, smells like sulfur, gets into everything.”

He nods. He had noticed it. He’d miracled as much of it out of Crowley’s clothes as he could once he’d gotten back to Earth, but he was sure there was still some he hadn’t managed to clear away, like the flakes Crowley had noticed earlier. It was insidiously stubborn stuff.

“Well it’s on the metaphysical plane too. Which means it also gets into your true form. And for some reason, it’s especially attracted to wings.” He makes a face, remembering some time or times when the ash had gotten into his wings.

“And that means…” Aziraphale prompts, when he doesn’t seem inclined to continue.

Crowley meets his eyes, the expression in his gaze qual parts sorrow and anger. “There’s a good reason,” he says, “why demons tend to keep their wings better groomed than angels. Those that still have them, at any rate.”

He gasps, suddenly hit with a terrible understanding. “You mean the ash…”

“If you get too much on you, or leave it there too long, it kills the feathers.”

“Oh.” He swallows. “Right. So I should…”

“Yeah,” Crowley nods. “Right away.” He tugs his wrist from Aziraphale’s limp grasp and snatches up his glasses. “I’m so sorry. I should have mentioned it sooner. I- I thought you knew, and I know how angels are about wings, but, well…” He sighs, starting back towards the door. “I’ll just, ah, leave you to it, shall I?”

In the old days, Aziraphale would have nodded, thanked him, and wished him a pleasant night. He would have dealt with his wings in private, as is proper, and might even have managed to get them all properly clean. Eventually, at least.

But this isn’t the old days. This is now. And he has turned way from Heaven. Chosen Earth. Chosen Crowley. They’re on their own side now. And he’s allowed to ask now for what he wants.

“No,” he says. Firm. Decisive. Crowley turns back to stare at him in shock.

“No?” He asks, expression carefully guarded.

“I, that is,” he blushes, suddenly stumbling over his words. Deciding to ask is one thing, he is realizing. Actually doing it is much harder. “I’d like it very much, if you would stay.”

(Read the rest on AO3!)

#good omens #aziraphale/crowley #ineffable husbands #wing fic

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mcbride · 3 years ago

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TWD S11 Predictions - Carol/Daryl focused

disclaimer: i don't know anything. i have no sources. just my predictions, thoughts and wishful thinking based on filming tracking, intuition, some theories, images from the teaser/promo trailers and more wishful thinking!

solely focused on Carol and Daryl's storylines, cause apparently that's all my heart cares about anymore! as a wise person once said (Espy, my positive fairy! if you're reading this, ilysm), our baes need to be dealing with their own issues and demons, separately, while getting some closure with other people, so they can finally move forward together.

so i don't expect many actual caryl scenes in part 1 of s11, but i fully expect them to keep each other in mind, and even make some decisions based on a future they wanna have together even before they resolve the awkward tension between them atm.

imo the perfect caryl arc in 11a would include a lot of emotional encounters, drama, disappearances, fake deaths, torture, tragedy, dog, closure and make up and make out... after the jump....

it appears that Carol and Daryl will be involved in different missions at the start of the season - he will head out with Maggie's group to search for food when they are caught up in a storm and have to hide out in the subway tunnels; while i presume she stays back to defend and help clean up ASZ or goes on her own mission with Kelly and Magna.

Carol, Kelly and Magna end up stumbling upon Connie's journal, a symbol of hope for all of them. they might even decide to search the area for any more signs of Connie. i really want Carol herself to find Connie and bring her back to Kelly. and not cause Carol is a hero who saved Connie, nooooooo cause Connie can save her own self. she is strong, not a damsel in distress. she went through hell but she made it back. i think we will see Connie and what she has been through, however, i don't believe she will reunite with anyone from team family before the MSF (11x08) or even MSP (11x09). no idea who she and Virgil are running from in the trailer - it could either be a whisperer, a stray reaper or just some crazy random motherf*cker they run into.

while Maggie's group are in the tunnels, dog runs off and Daryl goes to search for him, never making it back to the group for some reason. after the storm is over, Maggie and the group search for Daryl but not having been able to find him (?) they just assume he is gone, possibly dead? i don't know why Maggie would give up so easily searching for family, but it seems like her current MO to just leave people behind.

along the way, Carol and Magna will find common ground and actually become besties cause she desperately needs some female friends. please and thank you. they can bond over the hope to find Connie alive and well, or the fact, both of them are currently in a very awkward position with their boos while having no idea where the heck they are.

Daryl probably got separated from the group while escaping a small herd in the tunnels (cue to Daryl's face covered in blood in the woods) and when he finally finds dog, he comes face to face with a masked reaper formerly known to him as Leah. he is shocked to learn she's part of the group that targeted Maggie. Leah is probably bitter Daryl chose his family instead of her a few years ago cause she has no idea he came back for her... so she and her friends take (willingly or not!) Daryl prisoner... possibly torture him and play mind games to gather information on team family.

in the sdcc trailer, there are some very heartbreaking scenes with Carol (and Aaron?), i cannot wait for it. i know it's gonna make me cry so hard and i've been needing Carol/Aaron friendship for years. at the same time, i expect Carol to also have some badass fighting scenes with her daughter-in-law and new bestie, Lydia, and tia Rosita! YES girl power!! people need Carol and she's totally there for them.

Aaron seems to be in a bad place emotionally (possibly something happened to Gracie, or just the fact they lost a lot of people in the whisperers war!) and Carol will be there to urge him not to make the same mistakes she did. hopefully, these 2 can join forces and come up with a masterplan to defeat the reapers.

Daryl being Daryl who always wants to save people even from themselves, tries to convince Leah to change sides, join team family, or convince her own family to leave his family alone. he's unsuccessful and when Daryl tries to escape, setting the whole place on fire and killing a few men on his way out of the reapers compound, Leah threatens to harm dog. cause why not? she obvi loves nothing or no one! they take Daryl back to another cell, and dog manages to escape.

meanwhile, Maggie's group returns to ASZ, where they tell Carol they believe Daryl is lost or dead. please give me all the angst that comes with Carol thinking she may have lost Daryl forever! she has been pretty committed to the group and rebuilding their home, but i believe her first instinct will be to run, to leave... TO FIND DARYL!!! cause no way in hell would Carol just accept he's gone unless she sees it with her own eyes.

WELL in true 'if you can't beat them, then join them' fashion, after a few brainwashing sessions with Leah, Daryl tells her all about the note (FIND ME) he left for her at the cabin, how he knows he made the wrong decision then, declares his loyalty to her and joins the reapers...

dog arrives at ASZ just as Carol is about to leave to search for Daryl. good boy always comes back home to mama and together they will find and save dada. (bear with me! from now on i'll be totally running wild with my wishful thinking... it will pretty much read like some fanfic plot!)

Daryl keeps trying to fit in with the reapers group, but he's only taking a page from Carol's undercover book - fake it till you make it + destroy them from the inside. what he doesn't know is that Leah and her new/old bf (Pope!?) have been planning an attack on ASZ behind his back. they simply let him know, this is his chance to prove himself to the reapers. he has to go along with the plan (or DIE!), but he hopes to be Alexandrians' inside man, helping them protect their family at all costs (ironically, exactly what Negan did when he joined the whisperers and they attacked Hilltop... just not the same motivation! i guess Carol wasn't so wrong about Negan after all!)

at night, Daryl puts on his reaper costume and they head to ASZ. reapers learned the location of the place by tracking dog. the plan was much bigger and more explosive than Daryl expected, the reapers destroy a big part of ASZ brand new rebuilt wall and set fire to a bunch of houses and the mill before Daryl can even react.

Alexandrians and reapers fight as Daryl sneaks out to lead the kids to safety. he finds Maggie, asks for Carol, and is glad she is out there looking for him, relatively safe, rather than around to fight and watch ASZ fall.

while out looking for Daryl, Carol hears the explosions, sees the fire and she and dog return to ASZ as fast as they can. they are greeted by Leah at what used to be front gate...

i realize this is getting extremely long, so i'll just say that i absolutely don't want Carol to have anything to do with Leah's possible imminent death. i don't want that guilt on her conscience, and i don't want her to feel like Leah is just another person she took from Daryl (like Connie!). i don't even want Leah to die! unless she's trying to hurt or kill Daryl.

somehow i think it would be a good twist, if for a quick second Carol thought Daryl had betrayed them and joined the reapers for Leah. of course, Carol knows better. SHE KNOWS DARYL. he would never, but for a brief panicked moment, it would be good to see her react to that. i can only imagine the pain in her eyes. but she also trusts Daryl with her life.

we have no idea what Leah knows about Carol, but i'd like the pocketknife Daryl regifted to come back. how would Leah react? likely angry to see another woman with something that was hers. i want to believe Daryl would never tell Leah anything about Carol because she is just too important and too personal to share. but maybe Leah can tell there was someone else !? who knows.

i just want it to be completely clear Daryl is done with that part of his past. Daryl is not alone and lost in the woods anymore without his brother Rick and his bestie Carol. ever since Carol brought him back, Daryl has acted like he knows exactly what he wants and he's done playing games. and what he wants is not Leah or Connie. he wants for ALL his family to be safe and happy, and he wants to run away with Carol and see the world. AND i want both Carol and Daryl to feel free to be free and live freely.

as for the make up and make out part... (that's saved for 11b, hopefully!)

team family won, most of the reapers are dead, except for Leah. Daryl (with Carol's nod of approval!) decides to spare her, gives her some supplies and tells her to get lost. at the same time, Eugene arrives with the troopers from CommonWealth to help with the whisperer war. WHOOPS. 2 wars, 2 late, bruh! but the group leaves to join the good people at CW.

Carol and Daryl have a very long conversation about everything that happened and what they have been feeling. Daryl telling her exactly why he was so mad at her (she kept leaving, can't commit!), her actions (almost getting herself killed!) since Henry's death and how he needs her in his life. no matter how she sees herself or whether she thinks she's worthy or not, he just wants her to be there next to him for whatever is to come.

plus Carol realizing she needed to get closer and let people in without fear, not give up hope and actually fight for a better future for herself. and finally, admitting to Daryl that it was horrible to think he might've been gone forever, promising to never make him feel the way she felt. basically, a promise to never ever leave him again (cue to making out!)

#caryl #caryl rants #caryl predictions #carol peletier #daryl dixon #dog dixon #s11 spoilery #good lawd this is long af #did i go full td here?#or plausible possibility territory?#wishful thinking #speculation

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asthmark · 4 years ago

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❝ stuck ❞ l.dh

request → “Hi~ I'm absolutely in love with your work. It makes me so soft uwu. I was wondering if you could write a Haechan one similar to the roommate Jeno one you wrote. About what it's like to just live with him” —@demiwizardstay

pairing → demon!haechan, reader, guardianangel!mark

word count → 4.5k

a/n → whoops i made this into a demon!haechan au hahaha sorry i hope this is domestic enough for u tho :D

your eyes must be playing tricks on you.

there’s no other reasonable explanation.

on the other hand, the shadow splayed out ever so comfortably on your couch seems to be very real. it must be just as aware of your presence as you are of its but to your surprise, it isn’t telling you to put your hands where it can see them or demanding to know where all your most valuable items are. it sits there, peacefully as if it owns the place. for a split second you consider the possibility that you walked into the wrong apartment but the key in your hand reminds you that the situation you are in is not your fault in any way.

“so... are you gonna scream or just stand there?”

the figure’s voice is unmistakably masculine and drips with sass. you know you should feel scared. your heart should be pounding as your shaky fingers dial 911 and you hysterically report an intruder to the authorities and beg them to come fast. however, it seems that this stranger’s calm aura has rubbed off on you as you respond with an equally as unbothered tone.

“well, i would appreciate it if you invited me in.” you pause. “oh wait, it’s my apartment.”

with that, you step inside and go about your regular routine with a calmness you didn’t know you possessed; especially when there was an… unwelcome visitor lounging on your sofa. despite that, you kick off your shoes and toss your jacket somewhere on the floor like you normally would. you twirl your keys around your fingers as you go to turn to flick on the light switch. it rids you of the darkness that had settled upon your apartment and the stranger is completely revealed to you.

the first thing you notice about them is their sun kissed skin that’s littered in the freckles you would compare to the most captivating constellation. although, the stranger’s flawless complexion is the least of your worries considering the two horns that peek out from underneath their tufts of brunette hair.

you physically restrain yourself from asking for his skin routine and instead opt for yet another sarcastic comment. “all ready for halloween, i see.” your eyes lock onto the appendages, choosing to ignore how realistic they were. “was party city having a sale?”

your comment seems to get your uninvited guest out of his daze as he scoffs. “are you kidding?”

“hey, this is my place, i ask the questions,” you scold.

he ignores you, instead going to tug on his horns. “these are all real, baby.”

you force yourself to maintain eye contact with him, waiting for him burst into laughter and tell you it was all a prank. instead, his unfaltering smug gaze pierces into you. you swear you stop breathing when his eyes flash bright red for a second.

“alright, you can tell the camera crew to come on out.” you glance around hoping this really was just some sort of hidden camera–practical joke type of thing. you half expect ashton kutcher jump out and tell you that you had gotten punk'd but you’re never granted that privilege. your eyes end up back on the boy lounging on your sofa and he returns the stare, eyes narrowed and mouth curved into a smirk.

it was almost… devilish.

“oh my god.”

“not quite.” he finally stands, stretching his limbs out without a care in the world. “wanna try again?”

you stay silent, mouth slightly agape. there was only one other explanation.

he’s satan. and he’s also in your living room. and the worst part was how undeniably hot he is.

you regret giving him the satisfaction of your stunned silence as it seems like that was the exact reaction he wanted. he laughs at your expression and it just sounds evil.

“alright, alright. i’ll tell you what i am. but only because you mortals are always so cute when you’re scared.”

“i’m not scared, you idiot,” you interject without a second thought. “i just didn’t know i’d be selling my soul today. it’s a total bummer. i’m so young, i still have so much to do. i never even got around to trying yoga with ryujin!”

the boy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “your soul? did i say i wanted your soul?”

“well, you’re like, satan right? isn’t that what you do?”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m obviously a demon. satan is a loser who never leaves his fiery throne. which, by the way, isn’t as cool as it sounds. we’re not on the best terms at the moment.”

“so... you don’t want my soul?”

he shakes his head vigorously, looking disgusted at the mere idea of it. “what would i even do with it?”

“i don’t know. honestly i’m just going off of what i see in the movies.”

“that was your first mistake, baby.” he makes his way closer to you. “this isn’t the movies.”

“okay, back it up,” you say, attempting to put some distance between you and him.

he raises his hands in defeat as he obeys, retreating back to your couch.

“why are you here of all places? shouldn’t you be sipping on a piña colada with satan right now?”

he crosses his legs nonchalantly. “like i said, we aren’t on speaking terms. in fact, i’m kind of… banned.”

“banned?” you echo. “from where?”

“hell? duh.”

you scowl at his attitude. “it’s not my fault you’re on timeout.”

he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “don’t call it that. it’s just a punishment.”

“same thing,” you say, making your way into the kitchen. you weren’t sure if leaving a demon unattended in your living room was the best idea but the initial shock had already worn off. besides, it seemed like he had been in your apartment for a while already. “what did you do anyway?”

“it’s not even that bad,” he grumbles.

“must have been if you got kicked out of hell.” you chuckle to yourself as you open up your pantry, looking for something to stuff your face with. “do you understand how bad you must be if even the devil himself can’t stand you?”

“i’m not bad, per se,” he says, picking at his nails. “just a little annoying.”

“no kidding,” you grumble to yourself, rummaging through your pantry, in pursuit of your favorite snack. you were sure everything would make more sense once you got some food in your system. when all you find is an empty, crumpled bag where your chips had once been, you whine loudly. “did you eat all my hot cheetos?”

“they reminded me of home!”

“i can see why they kicked you out,” you retort.

“listen, i get that this is an inconvenience—”

“that’s kind of an understatement.”

“but, this is the only place i can stay. turns out people freak out when you appear in their living rooms. you were the only one that didn’t.”

“yeah, people usually don’t take too kindly to that—hold on, did you say stay?”

he crosses his arms over his chest. “where else am i supposed to go?”

“anywhere but here.”

he gives you an unamused stare, his eyes glinting red once again.

“i mean, don’t you have any demon friends you can stay with?”

“not here. we avoid earth at all costs. it’s trashy. that’s why this is a punishment.”

not even you can argue with that. “understandable. well, how long are you gonna be here?”

“don’t know.”

you blink at him. “so… you’re planning to crash with me until satan decides to be your friend again?”

he groans. “first of all, he’s never been my friend. second of all, yes, that was the plan i had in mind when i broke into your house.”

“broke in?”

“well, actually i used teleportation powered by the dark arts to get in but i don’t think your tiny human brain is ready for that conversation.”

“and i don’t think it’d be in your best interest to insult the person you’re currently trying to move in with.”

that seems to shut him up, as he purses his lips together and stares at you blankly.

“listen, if we’re going to do this, there’s gotta be some ground rules, okay?”

he stays silent so you decide to continue.

“you have to pull your own weight around here. you might be some powerful being of the underworld but that doesn’t mean you get out of laundry day and doing dishes, got it?”

he seems displeased, if the frustrated huff of air he lets out is anything to go by.

“and you have to promise me that by staying here you aren’t putting me in any kind of danger.”

“well, i can’t guarantee i won’t cause problems,” he says, raking his fingers through the hair in between his sharpened horns. “but i can protect you from whatever crap comes our way.”

you contemplate it. you weren’t entirely sure what a demon like him was capable of but it seemed like it would be a list that was equally lengthy as it was impressive. yet, you still can’t bring yourself to agree to anything.

as if he senses your apprehensive nature, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his hazelnut eyes. you only get to admire the warm tint for a split second before his eyes flash red yet again. they stay glowing longer than any of the previous times; long enough for you to notice how shiny and bright they are, reminding you of ripe cherries.

“i promise.”

the tone of his voice is surprisingly firm and definitely the most serious you’ve heard him the entire night. he retreats his hand from you and you find yourself leaning forward, almost craving his touch. his eyes go back to their original hue and you feel yourself regain your senses.

“what did you just do?” you ask, leaning back from him. “what kind of dark magic was that?”

he tries to conceal his smile but ultimately fails, his pearly whites coming onto display. “that wasn’t magic, baby. i believe you just got lost in my eyes but don’t worry. i would too.”

you let out a bitter laugh. “oh my god, you’re vain.”

“do you mortals have to mention him every five seconds?” he chides, grimacing.

it takes you a moment to realize who he’s referring to but when you do, you erupt in laughter. “really? that gets to you? you’re pretty sensitive for a big and bad demon.”

“i have a name, baby.”

“so do i.”

his lips curve into a coy smile. “donghyuck.”

you give him your name in response, not even bothering to think about it twice, much to your surprise. most would probably be more hesitant to introduce themself to a demon, much less invite them into their home.

yet here you were, doing both.

he offers you nothing more than a grin—it seemed more genuine than the last—before turning on his heel to make his way farther into your apartment. “so, where will i be sleeping? i was thinking your bed would be ideal.”

“well, i was thinking you could start with a thank you,” you suggest, trailing after him.

he saunters down the hallway, twisting the knob of the door second to the left and peeking in. you can only imagine how much snooping around he had done before you had arrived, judging by the fact that he maneuvered your home so expertly.

he hums as he scans the room as if it’s the first time (which you’re sure it’s not). “it looks comfortable enough for the two of us.”

you can tell there’s no arguing with him, especially as he steps inside and sits himself on the edge of your bed, hands running over the soft fabric of your comforter. he bounces up and down a couple times, seeming satisfied enough with the mattress.

in the blink of an eye, he’s underneath the heaps of blankets, tucked in snuggly.

you exhale, trying to maintain patience. “i can tell this whole dark magic thing is going to be a problem for me.”

even though only his eyes peek out from beneath the polyester sheets, you’re positive he’s wearing an obnoxious smirk. his voice comes out slightly muffled when he answers, “think of it as a blessing, not a curse.”

“we’ll see.” you try to suppress a yawn but it manages to escape you, eyes squinting and your hand clamping over your mouth. “right now, i gotta sleep. hopefully i’ll wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a dream.”

“so, what you’re implying is that i’m a dream?”

“i meant to say nightmare.”

“that’s more accurate.”

as if the dazed tone of his voice didn’t give his sleepiness away, donghyuck’s drowsy eyes and horns sinking into the soft plush of your pillow certainly did. he looked the least threatening right then and there and you decide that this is the donghyuck you like best. you can’t help the sudden urge you feel to curl up in bed right next to him and doze off into blissful unconsciousness.

“what are you waiting for? get in here.”

could demons read minds too? you can’t be bothered to think about it for another second before you take donghyuck’s very tempting offer and crawl into your bed. you don’t care that you’re not in your pajamas or that you smell like coffee beans, courtesy of the cafe you worked at.

all you can seem to focus on is the feeling of donghyuck’s soft breath against your neck and his oddly cute snores. it was ironic; a demon all cuddled up beside you, sleeping like a baby. you almost giggle at the striking comparison.

needless to say, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

“you know, it really pisses me off to come home and see you sitting in the exact same position you were in when i left.”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, an expression he’s mastered over time. “what else am i supposed to do? you made it pretty clear that you hate my demonic rituals and that’s kind of my speciality.”

you shrug as you kick your shoes off upon entering your shared apartment. “i don’t know. but binging the entire marvel movie saga can’t possibly be healthy.”

“we don’t have this in hell!” donghyuck exclaims, gesturing to the television his eyes remained glued on.

“well, you should get used to life on earth considering you don’t know how long you’re gonna be stuck here.”

“i’m already on it. pop culture is actually really informative.”

“not what i meant. i was thinking more along the lines of a job.”

donghyuck finally tears his eyes away from the television to give you an unamused stare. “that’s really funny, y/n.”

“i’m serious! would it kill you to get off the sofa?”

“no. nothing would. i’m immortal, remember?”

you narrow your eyes. “oh yeah, almost forgot. you’re gonna be a bother to me forever and ever.”

“this isn’t the ideal situation for me either. but no need to torture me with low life mortal tasks.”

“bills gotta be paid, it’s a part of life,” you respond, taking a seat beside him. “or else we’ll both be breaking into people’s houses and begging them to move in.”

“i didn’t beg, alright? and i didn’t break in either! i simply... appeared.”

“that’s even worse.”

“you didn’t seem to mind when you were all snuggled into me this morning.”

donghyuck’s words paired with his taunting tone cause you to feel slightly warm but you ignore it for the sake of a comeback. “you seemed comfortable yourself because when my alarm for work went off your arm was pretty tight around me.”

you swear you see him pout for a moment. “that’s not my fault! there aren’t many people open to cuddling in hell! i was just… seizing the opportunity.”

“since you’re all about opportunities, you should really look into that job. remember what we agreed on? no slacking off.”

“i’m not! just look in the kitchen!”

you know whatever it is, you’re not prepared for it. nevertheless, you tiptoe to said area, hoping your roommate had simply followed instructions and done the dishes and swept. but, of course, that itself is too much to ask as you watch the sink overflow with suds, plates and silverware scrubbing themselves clean and floating into their respective cupboards. a broom dances across the tiled floor, dust flying everywhere. you find that the mess in your kitchen resembles a train wreck; you want to look away but you just can’t.

you call out to donghyuck, eyes still trained on the chaos before you, asking, “what did we say about rituals?”

“it’s a little more complicated than a ritual, baby!”

once you finally gather enough willpower to walk away from the kitchen and whatever is happening in it, you return to the living room, placing yourself in front of the television that donghyuck is so entranced in.

“you’re coming with me to work tomorrow, got it?”

donghyuck groans for a second before rolling his eyes dramatically hard. “fine. now, can you move? the avengers are about to fight thanos.”

you comply, retreating to your bedroom but not before shouting back, “iron man dies!”

you shut your door, donghyuck’s frustrated screeching still coming through loud and clear.

your phone alerts you that it’s 6 am by playing an alarm so loud donghyuck falls out of bed. comically enough, it’s the loud thump! that comes when donghyuck makes contact with the floor that really gets your eyes to flutter open. you peek over the edge of the bed, every bit of grogginess leaving your body the second you see your roommate tangled in your sheets, limbs sprawled on the ground.

“are you okay?” you ask, laughter lacing your words.

“doing just fine,” he mumbles in response. soon thereafter, his eyes shut once again.

“hey! no way are you going back to sleep, we have work!”

you drag yourself out of bed over to where donghyuck lays, attempting to resume his peaceful slumber. you grab his arms, attempting to hoist him up. you’re almost positive he’s making it more difficult than it should be as he lets his body go completely limp in your grasp. when you finally get him standing upright, he smiles lazily at you, obviously still half asleep.

“c’mon dork, you need to get ready. you’re gonna make some cash today!”

donghyuck makes it clear he understands nothing as the morning progresses.

he doesn’t get the importance of being on time or even working in the first place. he offers to just take out your landlord, which according to him will “solve all your problems”, more times than you count and you’re sure that if he mentions it one more time you’d actually consider it. he also claims he doesn’t understand the concept of a shower, asking you to help him out, yet the knowing smile on his face lets you know he’s more than well aware of what it entails. unfortunately, you realize this after spending more time than you’d care to admit explaining the concept of getting naked to him in a tight, confined space to him only for him to request a demonstration.

upon leaving your apartment, more new things are revealed to donghyuck. you can’t help but admire the wonder and awe in his eyes. the adoration quickly wears off when he throws a temper tantrum at the subway station, refusing to board it and you have to physically force him on and promise that no, he won’t get trapped inside.

despite the slight bumps in the road, you arrive at your shift with time to spare. the clock tells you that you won’t have to be behind the counter for another five minutes so you grab your apron and provide donghyuck with one too. you give him quite possibly the quickest tour of the cafe ever and explain to him over five times what you were there to do (“so, we just take people’s orders? we serve them?” “and they pay for it.” “just when i thought it couldn’t possibly get dumber”). you end putting him on cleaning duty since you were well aware of his lack of social skills. he frowns when you tell him he has to do it himself, no magic allowed. the last thing you needed was someone getting nearly knocked over by a levitating broom and bringing it to your manager’s attention. speaking of—

“good morning, y/n,” greets doyoung. his hair is slicked back and his eyes shine, as always. “always a pleasure to see you on your shift.”

donghyuck watches you cautiously, observing the way you smile nervously and avoid meeting doyoung’s eyes. he assumes he has some kind of authority over you.

“and hello there. who might you be?”

doyoung is now very aware of donghyuck’s presence, giving him a wide smile but a menacing stare. you don’t get a word out before donghyuck’s giving him a polite smile and nod of his head.

“i was just hired, y/n is showing me the ins and outs. i honestly could not be happier working under leaders like you, sir.”

doyoung hums, obviously enjoying donghyuck’s praise enough to let it blind him from the fact that you hadn’t even been hiring in the first place. “sir, huh? haven’t heard that one before.”

donghyuck holds his breath, wondering if he had overdone it.

“i like it. you seem like a hard working fellow. glad to have you on the team.” your boss gives him a firm pat on the back before walking away, probably to go scare some other employees.

donghyuck sticks his tongue out at him once his back is turned and you simply laugh, smile still present on your face when your first customer arrives.

“i’m here!”

you glance up from the cash register to catch your coworker rushing in, looking frazzled… as always.

“hey mark,” you greet, giving him a welcoming smile. “i’m so glad you’re here. there’s been this crazy demand for frappuccinos all day and you know i suck at those.”

mark chuckles as he ties on his apron. “no offense, but the only order you should be taking are the puppuccinos.”

you shoot him the most non-threatening glare possible which ends up with you bursting into a fit of laughter. “i’m not even gonna argue with that.”

“hypothetically, if i made doyoung’s coffee explode on him but made sure he didn’t know, would you be mad?”

you roll your eyes at donghyuck’s bold entrance yet you still giggle. “at this point, i say go for it. ooh, maybe we could even sneak out while he’s cleaning it up. what do you say, mark?”

where there would usually be a giddy laugh, there’s nothing but silence on your coworkers behalf. you put a pause on counting the money in the register to steal a glance at mark who’s eyes are dead set on donghyuck who also seems to be intensely focused on the blonde.

“demon,” mark mutters.

you feel yourself freeze up; how could he possibly know? despite the panic that settles upon you, you’re sure donghyuck will find a way to handle the situation. you expect a lie, maybe even some magic if the situation called for it. when you see his lips curve upwards sinisterly, you know you’re in for an entirely different outcome.

“angel.” there’s a teasing lilt in donghyuck’s voice; it sends chills up your spine.

mark’s jaw is clenched and you know he’s equally as tense as you are. “we should go, y/n.”

“mark, he’s just—”

“now.”

the sudden desperation yet dominance in mark’s tone is even more alarming than donghyuck’s.

“you know,” donghyuck begins, rounding the counter, dramatically. “i’ve never been a fan of the way guardian angels think they own their person.”

you swear your brain shuts down. there was no way you had come into contact with a demon and now an angel—your guardian angel. and there was definitely no way it was your closest coworker, right?

“it’s our responsibility—she is my responsibility.”

donghyuck folds his arms as he gives mark a once over. “you won’t mind if i take over, right?”

mark chuckles, begrudgingly. “you know i can’t let that happen.”

“i’m not hurting her, i’d never hurt her.” donghyuck takes his place next to you, wrapping an arm around you. he peers down at you, eyes glowing red for the first time since your first encounter. “my angel.”

you know the nickname is to piss mark off and you assume it works as you observe his hands clench into fists. although, you’re more focused on how the pet name effortlessly rolled off donghyuck’s tongue, like temptation itself.

“don’t make this difficult for yourself,” donghyuck continues. “you know feelings are dangerous. that’s what they tell you when you first sign up. just don’t let that get you into trouble, got it?”

the tension is suffocating and you almost wish a customer would enter the currently empty cafe to save you from it. although, donghyuck makes sure that you don’t have to endure it any longer as a second later, you’re both gone, only a cloud of red smoke left behind.

mark stands alone in the cafe.

he had gotten this job for you; to look after you.

perhaps he had caught feelings, as well.

he assumes that was his first mistake.

when donghyuck takes you back to your apartment, it seems the awkward atmosphere from the cafe has followed you home.

“uh, can i ask what that was all about?”

“that guy, mark was it? yeah, he’s your guardian angel. i can’t stand it when those guys act like they’re in charge of the person they’re sent to look after,” he seethes.

you watch donghyuck’s fit of frustration carefully, eyes wide. when he sees how confused you are he can’t help but sigh.

“i’m sorry, i just… didn’t appreciate him acting like you were his. guess i don’t really like the thought of that.”

you would have to be oblivious beyond compare to not realize donghyuck was completely and utterly jealous. you prod him further, asking, “well, then who would you rather i belong to?”

he glances up at you. “whoever you want, baby.”

“you know what? i think i have somebody in mind.”

not even a second later, donghyuck takes you back in the security of your bed, under your piles of fluffy blankets. what feels most comfortable (and strangely familiar) is the feeling of donghyuck’s arm clinging to you, making you sure you’re pressed right into his chest like a puzzle piece.

“the person you had in mind was me, right? ’cause if not, this might be awkward.”

your eyes roll back despite knowing he can’t see it. “no, it was mark.”

“not funny.”

your shoulders shake with laughter. “it’s a little funny.”

“whatever, keep laughing. just let me hold you, alright?”

“that would be heaven.” silence settles upon the both of you as you go into nearly hysterical laughter. “get it? because you’re a demon… from hell… and that’s like, the opposite—”

“yeah, i get it, baby.” he pauses. “how many more lame jokes surrounding me being a demon will i have to endure?”

“i definitely have more where that came from so my guess is... more than you can count.”

he moans in displeasure. “you’re lucky you’re cute… for a mortal.”

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danthediamondminecart · 3 years ago

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Any headcanons on the RB Battles hosts, heck, the contestants? I remember seeing your headcanons for the Shady Oaks SMP whenever that started up

HELLO THERE??? AN RB BATTLES ASKER?????? IN THIS ECONOMY?!!??????????? I FEEL BLESSED ON THIS DAY THANK YOU

Anyways! I have lots of headcanons on these guys (mainly the hosts I will admit) so strap in.

General host stuff heehoo:

They’re pretty much connected to their swords. Like, their souls are in the swords, think Madoka Magica style. This affects their hair colour, so while they pretend they just dyed their hair if their swords were separated from them somehow, their hair would go grey and all aspect of that colour on them would disappear.

This therefore means, if the sword gets damaged in anyway, they’ll get damaged themselves. This manifests as a crack in their skin, coloured in their respective colour. It basically makes them look like they’ve been cracked open, depending on the damage to the sword. This is painful too, and can kill them if the sword is destroyed completely!

Also, if the sword is corrupted in some way, they can be corrupted too. Basically turns them to the opposite of themselves. You know how this goes.

The swords we, the players collected, were actually decoys. They can still be powered up but they have a lot less power than the main swords the hosts actually wield.

The hosts can fuse the power of their swords into one person. This means one person loses all of their power and the other gains it. This explains the existence of the mega sword :tm:. Only Sabrina has wielded the mega sword, as an experiment.

DJ:

Musician boy, does the drums and the composing

He’s surprisingly inquisitive? He notices things the other hosts don’t quite quickly. Due to this and his agility he’s often put on security duty.

That didn’t go too well when Flamingo kinda just. Forced him to dance. This is why he lets the security do their own thing.

But if the security are incapacitated in some way he’s not afraid to step in.

While his sword, when equipped, gives him super speed / stamina, when he doesn’t have it equipped, he still seems slightly faster than any other Robloxian, and can last longer too.

His eyes are bright green under the sunglasses.

Sabrina

She plays guitar!

She’s the most busy of the hosts, always checking in with the contestants and such.

She’s also scared and snuck up on easily, whoops.

Sometimes she just. Bounces in one place because her little hair stars bounce along with her and it’s funny to her.

Seemingly, she is able to recover in an instant from small cuts and gashes, and is even able to heal other’s paper cuts with a touch.

She is the only one to have ever wielded the actual mega sword. She seemed to take on traits of the other two when this occurred. They won’t do it again, she fainted from power overuse after.

Russo

The singer of the group, he is often caught singing to himself random songs.

He goes absolutely WILD to musical songs. Don’t question it, he just loves them.

His sword is the weakest of the three, and he’s a bit jealous of the other two due to that reason. He’d never say it though.

He seems to have an innate sense if someone’s lying or telling the truth. He never brings it up but it’s very useful.

He’s also the easiest host to corrupt, take that as you will.

Okay contestant time

Tanqr

A DEMON!! A LITERAL FUCKING DEMON!!

seriously though there’s no way you can look at Tanqr’s avatar and say that’s human. He’s a demon thing, but he’s still humanoid.

Despite being a demon and really threatening he’s actually really chill. Like you expect him to be terrorising people and all he’s doing is drinking a juice box and making puns.

He does have fire powers but he never uses them. Why? They’re boring, apparently. He prefers human weapons, eg guns!

Kreek is one of the few people he sees as an even match.

Cat. You don’t get anything more than that. Just. Cat.

He has gotten stuck on a roomba once. Kreek walked in on him. You can guess how that went down.

Kreek

He’s not inhuman or anything, he’s just REALLY JACKED.

Please for the love of god Kreek, self care. Stop staying up until 3am looking for secrets and training.

He’s surprisingly inquisitive. He’s able to put together theories easily, and often goes out hunting for secrets.

He simps (PLATONICALLY) over MiniToon. And by that I mean constantly begging him for secrets.

He is overly competitive and this means when he loses he does not take it well whatsoever. There’s a reason he hates Tanqr.

He accidentally opened up a portal to Minecraftia and got stuck there cause he got roped into MCC and forgot where he put his portal. Ryguy was the one to rescue him, after recognising him when he was on the same team.

This isn’t a headcanon but speaking of Kreek, WHAT’S HAPPENING ARE WE GETTING LORE

okay uh small other contestant things

Sketch is blind.

Ryguy is a Minecraftia native, and moved to Robloxia through the portal. He switches often. That’s how he saved Kreek from Minecraftia when he got stuck.

Denis moved to Minecraftia full time sometime after RBB. He’s still in touch with his friends but he has no intention of returning.

BigBStatz and PrestonPlayz also share a portal to Minecraftia. They often hang out in Shady Oaks, with Justin (Thinknoodles) and James (ThnxCya), who were not participants but are still Robloxians. They have a shared portal.

Okay that’s all I got at the moment, but I have no spoons. I’ll add more for the other contestants eventually.

#not Minecraft #Not MCYT #YanDan rambles #RBB #roblox #rb battles #ROBLOX battles #tanqr #kreekcraft #sketch #denisdaily #bigbstatz #prestonplayz #DJ Monopoli #sabrinabrite #russoplays #Russo #terabrite games #RBB hosts

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a-solitary-marshmallow · 4 years ago

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Rewind Chapter 7 - Mistakes are Made

Oh jeez, I mean to post this days ago but I totally forgot! Whoops.

As you might have noticed, updates are coming pretty slow at the moment. This fic is getting hard to write, due to personal circumstances and shifting hyperfixations, but I will continue it once I’m able to get invested again. Until then, updates will probably be slow. Rest assured, this fic will be completed!

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

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After a few more necessary hours of sleep, which for Ford were deep and dreamless, the construction itself began in two different corners of the lab. On one side Fiddleford dove into making a working prototype of the gun, while on the other side Ford began cooking up ammunition.

Few things could kill a dream demon. Protective unicorn magic could halt one, and the right concoction of ingredients could harm one, but working together they might just be able to kill one. Therein lay the rub – how could the two be combined into a single shot? Luckily, Ford didn’t have his three PHDs for nothing, and he was nothing if not persistent.

:readmore:

By mid-morning he had worked out the necessary ratio of ingredients for the most effective attack power. By afternoon he had created the first prototype, and by late afternoon he had a dish full of them.

The final bullet design had a pill-like appearance, spherical in shape and filled to the brim with cloudy, iridescent magic. They made a glass-like tinkering noise as they dropped into their dish. Ford took a pair of tweezers and lifted one to the light, admiring its shine.

“That looks cool.” Stan said hesitantly from behind him – how long had Stan been being him? Ford yelped and fumbled, nearly dropping the capsule. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sneak up on me when I’m working!” Ford snapped. He hurriedly placed the ammunition back on its tray before it could get broken and turned to frown at his brother. Stan, for his part, looked suitably ashamed. “What are you doing down here anyway? I told you, you’re not allowed in the lab.”

“I know, I know!” Stan’s shoulders were around his ears and creeping steadily higher with each second that passed. “Just – I thought you and Fidds would be hungry? You’ve been doing your science thing for ages and I made food, so…”

“Oh.” For the first time, Ford comprehended the tray in his brother’s hands. “Well, thank you. You’re still not supposed to be down here though.”

Stan stood on his tiptoes to lift the tray onto Ford’s workbench. The normally exuberant boy seemed unusually down, stepping back and rubbing his arm after placing down his load, and a twinge of guilt went through Ford. Okay, maybe a little more than a twinge. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Look – Stanley. I need to apologize for my behaviour earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten short with you.”

Stan shrugged and did not meet his eyes. Ford crouched to be at his brother’s level.

“I. Um, those dreams you told me about. Did you have any more last night?”

Stan stared at his feet and mumbled, “No.”

Ford took a deep breath, but before he could speak Fiddleford called out from across the lab.

“Stanford, I could use a hand over here!”

Ford straightened and hurried over to where his partner was soldering parts together. The gun was beginning to take shape on his workbench – maybe the size of a small hunting rifle but thicker, runes scratched into every inch of shiny metal and shimmering with Bill-proof magic. Fiddleford lifted his soldering mask to wipe his damp forehead.

“I already added yer magic wards and the last of that shiny hair stuff, an’ I gotta finish the magazine. Hold the thing steady for me, will ya? It’s delicate and we’re all outta unicorn hair to make another one, so for god’s sake be careful.”

“Of course.” Ford slipped on a pair of heat-proof gloves and steadied the rifle while Fiddleford lined up the parts. He made sure to avert his eyes from the glow of white-hot metal as his friend worked.

“Watcha doing?” Stanley called from across the lab.

“Attachin’ the last piece.” Fiddleford called back, not taking his eyes off the rifle. “Don’t get to close, or ya might get burned.”

“What bit is that?”

“It’s where the ammunition is stored.” Fiddleford explained.

“Oh! Like the shiny things Ford made?”

“Exactly.”

Once the soldering was complete Fiddleford lifted his mask to inspect the job, squinting through his glasses. He nodded to himself.

“Could use a bit a’ fine-tuning, but I’d call that almost done.”

Footsteps sounded as Stanley approached cautiously. Fiddleford grinned at the child, who stretched onto his tiptoes to see the project. “Whaddya think?”

Stan’s eyes lit up. “That looks so cool! This Bill guy isn’t gonna know what hit ‘im!” He looked between Ford and Fiddleford. “Whaddya do with it now?”

“We gotta make sure everythin’ runs smoothly before anything.” Fiddleford pulled off his soldering mask and wiped his sweaty brow. “Ford, would ya get the ammunition? Once this thing cools down I wanna make sure the dimensions are right.” He began pulling off his thick gloves.

“I can do that!” Stan scurried over to Ford’s workbench, ignoring Ford’s cry. He grabbed the dish of capsules and trotted back with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever playing fetch. Ford let out a hiss.

“Be careful with those!” He snatched them from his brother’s hands, heart racing. The ammunition seemed unharmed, but you could never be too careful, especially when there was a child around. Especially when there was Stanley around. He acted so thoughtlessly sometimes, that was the reason Ford hadn’t allowed him down here in the first place!

Stan looked sufficiently ashamed. “Sorry, Ford.”

Ford placed the bullets down very carefully next to the cooling rifle. “Why don’t you go upstairs? This is delicate work.”

“But you guys seem really busy. I can help!”

“No, Stan. This is very important work and you might break something.”

“No, but I’m good at stuff!” Stan protested. “I can carry stuff, and punch people, and get unicorn hair! I can be useful. You wanna move this to a bigger table? I can do it, see?” And to Ford’s horror he grabbed the gun off the table. Ford snatched for it, but Stan had already yelped as his bare hands came into contact with scorching metal and the rifle slipped from his grip.

Fiddleford dove to catch it. He crashed chest-first into the ground and only barely managed to snag it before it was dashed against the floor as well. The ammunition was not so lucky – the dish overturned in the scuffle and pellets skittered every which way, disappearing under surfaces and around shoes. Stan fumbled to try and collect them, but he was only making it worse, knocking them away in his panic.

“Sorry, sorry sorry sorry-”

“I said no!” Ford roughly grabbed his brother’s arm and yanked him away from the workspace, ignoring Stan’s yelp. “Every time, every time I think we’re past this you just have to go and mess everything up again! Are you not capable of doing what I say for once in your life and just leaving well enough alone? I told you not to touch anything! You could well have destroyed our one chance at getting rid of Cipher once and for all!”

“I’m sorry, okay?!” Stan whined and tried to pull away – dodging responsibility once again, just like always. Ford growled and held him in place.

“Now, Stanley, you– quit squirming! – you will sit down and be quiet and not touch anything else, is that understood?”

“Ford, leggo!” Stan squeaked.

“You are to stay away from Fiddleford and I while we work. I will not have you sabotaging me again, not like you did at the science fair-”

Stan punched him in the face.

It was a weak blow from a tiny fist – it barely hurt – but the shock at having his brother strike him made Ford freeze. Stan ripped from his grip and stumbled back with a whimper that sounded dangerously like a sob.

…oh.

Ford didn’t even have to look at his brother’s pale, tearstained face to realize that he had, perhaps, gone a little overboard.

“Stanley-” Ford couldn’t think of anything to say. What was there to say? Stan looked terrified, and Ford supposed he cut a rather intimidating figure to such a small person. He reached out but Stan jerked away violently from his hand.

Why wasn’t Stan getting mad at him in return? The Stan Ford knew would have yelled right back. Ford could handle anger, but he had no idea how to handle fear.

“Stan, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

He reached out again, helplessly. The instant his fingertips touched Stan’s shoulder the child recoiled, throwing his hands up as if to defend himself. But surely he knew Ford would never hurt him?

“No! No no no don’t touch me leave me alone! Go away! I hate you and I don’t ever wanna see you again go away!”

Ford flinched, and Stan took the opportunity to spin on his heel and bolt for the stairs. Ford froze, torn between chasing after him and staying to clean up the mess.

“Ford, a little help!” Fiddleford yelped, and Ford made up his mind. He whipped around and hurried to help his friend lift the rifle back onto his workbench. As he took the weight of the rifle Fiddleford snatched his hands back, wincing at the bright red burns that seared across his palms. “Ouch.”

Ford was careful to keep away from the hot section of metal as he lifted the gun back onto the table. When it was secure he was finally able to take a breath and turn to his friend.

“Fiddleford, are you alright?”

“Ah’m fine, just gotta get these in some water. Where’d Stanley go?”

“I – I don’t know.”

Fiddleford’s eyes widened. “If he goes outside the barrier-”

There were more words, but Ford had stopped processing them. He bolted for the stairs.

Stan was such an idiot.

He hadn’t even stopped to put on shoes before running into the woods, and he already couldn’t feel his toes from the stinging cold. Well, who cared anyway? He just had to get away.

Stan’s numb foot caught on a root and sent him hurtling to the ground, grating his face and hands on frigid, snowy dirt. He let out a squeaking wheeze as the air left his squashed lungs, letting out little hitching coughs and sobs as he struggled to regain his breath.

Shut up shut up shut up, stop being such a wimp. He pushed himself up on shaky arms and sniffled, rubbing at his nose with a pathetic whimper.

Okay. So, everything was crashing down around him. That was fine. Everything was just fine. He still had – um.

What did he have?

There was something in his fist. Stan sniffed and uncurled his fingers to reveal a tiny shimmering pearl resting in his palm. He stared at it, blinking tears from his eyes.

“What the heck are you?”

Oh, wait. It was one of Ford’s bullet things. Stan’s grip tightened around it, that stupid little ball that was so important to his brother.

He placed it on the ground, climbed to his feet, and lifted a foot to stomp down on it.

And hesitated.

Because it was stupid, but Ford seemed to think these were so important, and Stan just couldn’t crush something that meant that much to his brother. He hiccupped and growled to himself.

He couldn’t do it.

Stan shoved it in his pocket and headed further into the woods.

Stan wasn’t in the house.

A quick, desperate search revealed Ford’s home empty. Luckily a fresh layer of snow lay on the ground outside – a trail of footprints disappeared into the woods and he bolted after them, snatching his coat on his way out. Of all the places to go! The forest wasn’t safe, Ford had to get his brother back inside the barrier where Bill couldn’t reach them-

His foot slipped on wet snow.

Ford barely had time to flail before his legs slipped from under him and his head hit a tree trunk with a decisive clunk.

#gravity falls #rewind #chapter 7

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beelsnack · 4 years ago

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Ooh, I've got a cute/funny request for ya. The demon brother's (or just some if ya don't wanna do them all, that's totally fine) reactions to walking up to MC's room to go see them but they hear them through the door strategizing how to ask them out cuz they're nervous lol

I giggled at the mere thought of this, Nonnie. I think my victims subjects for this ask will be Mammon, Levi and Belphie.

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Mammon: Okay, so he might have been a bit too excited about going to see the human.

But hey, it wasn’t every day he managed to snag some prime sweets from the RAD store before Beel got to them. The Great Mammon was feeling generous, so he set some aside that he knew they would like. He couldn’t help but hum a little bit as he approached their door. He raised the arm that wasn’t cradling all of the snacks (some places were actually charging for plastic bags, what kind of -) to knock when he heard them talking.

“...won’t work, it might go right over his head...maybe I should give him something when I ask? Not like I can afford anything he would like...”

Mammon frowned - wasn’t it a sign of insanity when humans talked to themselves? Or was that just when they answered themselves? Either was, Mammon leaned in a bit closer, pressing his ear to the door.

“Ugh, why is this so hard?” they grumbled, and Mammon could just picture them folding their arms and pouting. “I literally ask Mammon to hang out all the time, why is asking him on a date any different?”

He wasn’t aware he had dropped his armful of snacks until he heard them thud dully against the floor.

“Oh, fuck off.” he spat, completely forgetting that he was eavesdropping. He had just bent down to pick up his fallen cargo when the door opened.

“Mammon?”

Welp.

“Uh...” he felt his face get warm. Well wasn’t this just a delightful situation. “I brought us some snacks.”

“How much of that did you hear?” they asked, looking a little bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

“...Yes?” he grinned sheepishly, standing up and holding out a couple of the sweets. “I’m alright with our first date being in your room.”

Leviathan: They weren’t replying to his texts.

Actually, they weren’t even looking at them. Did that mean they didn’t want to be friends with him anymore? Did he finally annoy them past the point of no return? Before he could spiral too deep into the depths of self-hatred, he decided to go check. Besides, if they were done with them, he wanted his DVDs back,

He was about to barge in without knocking until he heard them muttering to themself.

“Maybe...should I get it over with and text him?”

Ah-ha, so they were ignoring him! Again, he lifted his hand to slam the door open, but then they continued.

“Maybe a letter? Nah, that sounds like a scene in a shoujo anime...then again, he might like that...” they growled, kicking at something solid. “Why is asking out a demon otaku so hard?”

...Asking out?

Levi had fully been prepared for a verbal ass-whooping, so this was a complete 180 from what he was expected. So, he did what he did best in times of peril.

He ran back to his room.

Once inside his inner sanctum, he yanked his D.D.D out of his pocket. They had looked at his text messages. Taking in a deep breath that definitely did not end up a whimper, he started another message.

A letter would be totally cute, but I’ll say yes no matter how you ask me.

Belphegor: There were only so many safe nap spaces in the House of Lamentation.

It seemed like Lucifer was on a mission to get rid of all of those spaces. Even the attic wasn’t safe anymore. But, there was one place that Lucifer, even if he found out Belphie was napping there, would no violate.

The human’s room.

As a peace offering, he had brought both his favorite pillow and the one they likes to nap on - they said it was just the right amount of squishy. Honestly, they looked so cute cuddled up on it that Belphie had contemplated just letting them have it.

He was so sleepy that he honestly couldn’t hold himself upright, so he did the next best thing. He slumped his shoulder against the wall and slid along it. There wasn’t that much farther to go until he got to their room, anyway.

Just as he was about to turn the knob, the ear that had been skimming along the wall picked up on talking from inside the room.

“I don’t even know where to start...how would I even go about this?”

Although he could feel his eyelids tugging closed, he fought the urge. They sounded kind of stressed out, and he wanted to hear what was causing that.

“How do you ask the Avatar of Sloth on a date?”

...Well, wasn’t that a pleasant surprise.

He couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across his face. “You could just ask me, you know.”

There was a yelp and a clatter from inside the room, and Belphie poked his head in to see that his little surprise had scared the human to the point where they had tipped backwards out of their desk chair.

“Belphie!”

“Maybe you could write it on a cake or something.” he continued. “Oh, you know what would be really cool? If you asked me out in my dreams.”

#shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #over me belphegor #obey me belphie

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grimark · 3 years ago

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Fic First Line Games

Rules: DON’T REBLOG THIS ONE, MAKE A NEW POST! List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Tagged by @sl-walker and I think I'll put most of it under a cut because wow that's a big wall of text.

1. That caulker’s mate is a striking man, but he has a way of almost fading into the background. (this, and other such inconsequential questions)

2. Billy is on his way to work when the demon shows up again. (before a mirror late at night)

3. They were born premature, of course. Emily came first, and Gabriel was dragged kicking and screaming along behind her. Even their own mother didn’t want to keep them for any longer than she absolutely had to. (Comorbid)

4. Cornelius wasn’t stupid, he knew Freddie Des Voeux only invited him and his friends over when he felt like slumming it. But Freddie had subscriptions to at least three different streaming services, and Sol said his weed was decent, and he generally ordered a better class of takeaway than the rest of them would be able to afford on their own. So Cornelius was happy to let him have his little Common People moment in return. (down, down in an earlier round)

5. As a steward on the research vessel Terror, Billy was not technically qualified to leave the ship. Which was bullshit, because he’d been rated AB at the end of his last interplanetary expedition, or pretty close to it anyway. (fruiting bodies)

6. Sol had been looking forward to seeing Cornelius soon. But he and Billy had gone away for the weekend, and for all of Saturday it seemed Cornelius had been too busy to reply to any of Sol’s texts. (nothing compares to a quiet evening alone)

7. It had been a big achievement for Cornelius, scoring a job on the stem cell research team at Terrebus Laboratories. Certainly a step up from his previous job as a technician at a pathology lab. Longer hours, greater responsibility, more demanding work, and not all that much more pay. But the project made all the difference. (sustenance, blessed sustenance)

8. Being a werewolf was this: a warm summer evening, driving to anywhere, laughing at Sol sticking his head out the passenger side window, whooping and cheering into the wind. (know how a man becomes a beast)

9. The first time they met, Billie and C kind of got off on the wrong foot. (In my head I paint a picture)

10. Once he had recovered from the attack, John’s friends and family were all surprised when he kept taking his daily run at Hampstead Heath. (a man who’s pure of heart and says his prayers by night)

I don't know if there's any really obvious patterns? I tend to prioritise giving context over generating drama or interest, and I pretty much always focus on describing something a person is thinking or doing, rather than broader environments or events. So maybe that means I need to work on my descriptive writing a bit more, but I already knew that.

Anyway, tagging some people who I know write fic if you wanna do this, for however many fics you feel like doing @edwardashley @fireferns @bloodyholly @ahamkarabone @o-rchidae @stepmommycrowley

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ammakou · 3 years ago

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Here’s a full description (though I lowkey wrote it like a story lol whoops) of Ammy’s Demon Slayer AU!

SPOILER WARNING for people who are anime-only. I’ll be writing up and posting a spoiler-free (and much shorter) summary of the AU sometime soon.

I spent hours binge writing this, so sorry in advance for any spelling errors or inconsistencies! I did proofread, but I could’ve missed something.

( Do not reblog this please! )

Muzan Kibutsuji isn't actually the very first demon. Demons existed long before him, having roamed the earth in Japan's earliest historical periods, and these ones were of a supernatural, unknown origin. They too thirsted for human blood, and also laid curses upon the land, that caused wildlife to either die or disappear, and stripped fertility from soil. Humans who survived being attacked had to battle against starvation on top of it all.

People prayed to the sun, believing that it was some kind of god as demons couldn't stand being in sunlight. Amaterasu, taking the form of a white-haired woman decorated by crimson markings, descended to the earth. Answering their prayers, she went forth to slay all demons she came across with strange weaponry, and cleansed the land from its curses with otherworldly powers. Demon attacks became a rarity instead of an everyday occurrence, crops yielded bountiful harvests once more, and wildlife returned.

She was hailed as the sun god by the country's people, but not wanting such attention, Amaterasu left the public eye to live in seclusion. She did encounter an ordinary man one day, who she slowly formed a liking to. The affection was returned, and love blossomed between them. Before she knew it, Amaterasu was pregnant, and gave birth to a boy who had white hair and similar markings to her. He was named Oshiho. The couple kept their son's existence quiet, and his identity of being a demigod was uttered to no one.

After the boy turned 5, the family's peace was shattered when a new demon appeared, seeking Amaterasu’s demise. It was more powerful than any demon she had previously faced, but determined to protect her family and the country she now cherished, she combated it. Their battle waged for hours, but Amaterasu did claim victory in the end, forever sealing away the evil entity. She herself didn't emerge from the battle unscathed, however.

She returned to her family with severe wounds. Tearfully, her husband and child surrounded her as she fell unconscious. Losing her physical form, her body scattered into orbs of light that faded away into the sky. Japan was safe once more, no demon was ever sighted again, but the sun god was seemingly no more.

The man raised Oshiho with love and care, making sure to teach him what he could of his heritage and of the feats his mother had. Oshiho aged slowly, likely because of his divine blood, and watched as his father was reduced to an elderly man who couldn't support himself. He devoted time day in and day out to caring for him, until he passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was buried by his son out in their garden.

Left alone with both of his parents now gone, the demigod took few belongings and left his childhood home to be reclaimed by nature. He traveled the country as a vagabond, observing mankind and how it had almost completely forgotten the dark time it lived through. Memories of Amaterasu faded with the passage of time, and transformed into legends. The only other remnants of her glory were paintings created by artists and folk tales that were spread through generations - most of them originating from Oshiho himself.

To all he met, Oshiho was seen as an odd man, always giving vague answers to inquiries why he had white hair and red tattoos, but his ethereal aura was able to be sensed by all. Over 200 years passed, until a 30-40 year old seeming Oshiho met a middle-aged woman that ran a modest tea shop during his travels. The two of them bonded, with he eventually trusting her enough to reveal his true identity and heritage.

They grew to love one another, and married. She took on Oshiho's surname left to him by his father: Tsugikuni. They lived together in a village, and started a family that would pass down Amaterasu's bloodline.

Years later, Muzan Kibutsuji was born and lost his humanity in his twenties due to receiving imperfect medicine with mystical properties for his terminal illness. He became the first artificial demon, who went forth and devoured dozens of humans. Darkness had fallen onto the country once more, but Amaterasu had vanished centuries ago, and Oshiho had long since died. There wasn't a deity on earth who could rise to combat Muzan; but as he was essentially created by a mortal, it would be destiny for a mortal to cleanse him. Said mortal would come from the Tsugikuni family.

Children born in the family would have markings that resembled Oshiho's, but after multiple generations, the divine blood become diluted, and the markings simplified more and more until they stopped appearing altogether. Until, decades later, twin brothers were born to Akeno Tsugikuni. One of them, Yoriichi, possessed a marking on his forehead. Yoriichi was also born with inhuman abilities, that paved the way to he becoming one of the greatest swordsman Japan has ever seen. Fittingly, the swordsmanship style he created that utilized an esoteric breathing technique became known as "Sun Breathing".

Muzan creating more demons that plagued the land resulted in a group of sword wielders dedicated to slaying demons being created, with Yoriichi heading them. Interestingly, the marking he bared passed to his comrades that survived life-threatening conditions and took the form of unique markings on them that were based on the breathing style they created from Sun Breathing. Because of this, everyone thought of them as "Demon Slayer Marks". Unknown to them all, Yoriichi was sharing the power his holy blood manifested through resonance with another's spirit. Such a thing had severe consequences however, as the marks induced so much strain upon one’s body that it shortened their lifespan. Those with divinity have such detriments negated, like Yoriichi.

It was fate for Yoriichi to meet Muzan, as it was his purpose to slay him. However, he failed, and died after also failing to kill his twin brother - who Muzan turned into a demon. There was never a child born in the Tsugikuni family with a Demon Slayer Mark again, and markings never resurfaced in anyone outside of the family after the demon slayers who bore them were killed by demons. 1,000 years passed, Muzan establishing himself as the Demon King during, with no one coming as close as Yoriichi did to slaying him. Countless humans continued dying, and the earth again was in turmoil.

It is now the Taisho era. On Mount Yoko, which is endlessly bathed in sunlight each day, lived a mysterious white wolf with crimson markings. Having awakened there, and suffering from amnesia, she feels the urge to travel but isn’t sure why or how she even ended up on the mountain to begin with. When strange men came to mine ore from Mount Yoko however, she couldn’t stop herself from following them, unable to resist her curiosity.

This is where Amaterasu’s new tale begins.

TLDR:

Yoriichi (+ Michikatsu) is Ammy’s great x50 grandson. He was destined to kill Muzan, but didn’t, so the universe called Ammy back from her slumber to do the deed instead. However, she has lost most of her memories. (Should she ever recover them, she would prefer just assisting the Demon Slayer Corps in slaying Muzan over “taking all the glory” for herself.)

EXTRA THINGS I THOUGHT OF THAT COULD BE FUN FOR RP:

This AU primarily takes place during Demon Slayer’s events, as I have the idea that Ammy stumbles across Tanjiro while he’s training under Urokodaki. (Maaaaaybe she ends up living with them because who can resist a cute little wolf? Plus Ammy would 100% love Tanjiro right away because of how sweet he is 🥺)

When Ammy pulls out a floating sword out of nowhere and purifies a demon, Urokodaki starts to believe she’s an actual spirit which isn’t too far off the mark. After Tanjiro returns from Final Selection, Urokodaki tells him he thinks it’d be best for she to join him in his quest to find Muzan, as she could be a good ally. Sympathizing with Tanjiro over the loss of his family to Muzan, and feeling an unexplainable desire to find him herself, Ammy’s all too happy to go along with it.

Shenanigans ensue of course. Ammy joining the Kamaboko squad though?? Four goofball teens being “chaperoned” by a goddess who's just as goofy as they are??? You can’t tell me that wouldn’t be fun.

If she joining the squad doesn't or can't happen, than assume she's merely roaming Japan and trying to figure out what tf is going on.

SIDE NOTE:

To make things fair in-universe, Ammy’s Celestial Brush techniques don’t exist (she making it daytime whenever she wants and killing all demons with sunlight would be OP lmao). She does still have the power to revive and rejuvenate nature though.

Her spiritual power however…it’s way up there. Whatever priests or priestesses that’re around in the series don’t have anything on her.

She’s taken the form of a wolf in current times as an indicator for how “incomplete” she now is. If she regains her memories, she’ll be able to take on a human form again.

#demon slayer spoilers #kny spoilers #long post #v;「 demon slayer. 」🟊#/ also; sorry in advance if i got certain details wrong. i binged the anime & manga a month or two ago dghsdgk \

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