#would adam go with him on easter

[stormsailmyship]

focused most of the objects of ronan's worship into one downtown block !!!!!!!!!!

[ohwolfling]

There is nothing in Cyberpunk 2077 that suggests that Johnny Silverhand is 100% a liar or changing details in a way that would make the outlandish theories I see make sense.

1. CDPR adapted a TTRPG for their video game's narrative. Changes they made were made first and foremost for that purpose. While there are nods to canon that they don't use or changed, those are mostly easter eggs and not a grand conspiracy. Cyberpunk 2077 has a lot of intentional bread crumbing that people refuse to engage with but then turn around and Pepe Silvia for the sake of being edgy mostly.

2. On top of that, TTRPGs are made to be constantly adaptable for their table, which would at times include changing "canon."

I say this because if you refuse to engage with that, you can tap out. You're not gonna enjoy this and I don't want to argue with you. I'm just

✨️chit chatting✨️.

Anyway,

Johnny Silverhand becomes a polarizing figure to so many of y'all because you suffer from No Nuance disease. It's not an accident that Johnny is full of contradictions. It's not an accident that the story is full of people who both love Johnny and deeply resent him. That's the story!

To an extent, Alt, Rogue, & Kerry feel betrayed by Johnny because he was always going to do this.

"This" being cash in on a deathwish. If you yourself don't have a deathwish, then loving someone who does is immensely frustrating. Alt wasn't fucking around on the Net to the point of Arasaka noticing casually. Alt mirrors Johnny and would've done something revolutionary had NetWatch & Arasaka not figured her out & Arasaka weaponized her. Rogue doesn't (potentially) go down with you in the end for nostalgia's sake and doesn't go out in 2023 because Johnny's just her buddy. Rogue and Johnny share core beliefs. Rogue just didn't think dying would do any good and has no interest in being tortured by Arasaka or any other corpo or government agency (and I think it's reasonable to assume that after Johnny's death she did experience some of that, she didn't "sell out" for funsies after watching Johnny slip from her hands & Smasher stomp Johnny). Kerry is so fucking terrified of dying that he's living as a parody of himself and whatever the papers tell him to be if you never engage with him.

I see people argue back and forth about Johnny not really caring about stopping Arasaka and just wanting revenge for Alt, Johnny not really caring about Alt and just wanting to blow up Arasaka tower.

Hey, man, it can be both.

Johnny is physically and mentally disabled. He has a prosthetic arm, Arasaka brand, from a corporation that fuels the fucking war he found himself in and the dystopian hellscape he's struggling to navigate. Johnny knows first hand what this mass militarization means because he lived in it (and Adam Smasher is the anti-Johnny.) I don't know why it's a leap to think his guilt and grief over Alt might've been the final nail in the "If I'm going to do it, I need to be really sure it matters" coffin. For that grief and guilt on top of everything else to be the thing that makes him go, it has to be now. I have to try. I can't keep doing this.

The game itself confirms for you that JOHNNY WAS RIGHT ABOUT ARASAKA AND THE STATE OF NUSA! ABOUT THE WORLD! His rants are all factual. The writing he saw on the wall is now regular news bulletin. Like great writers of the cyberpunk genre, Johnny isn't a prophet but he is a guy who said, "this is what happens if we don't regulate, slow, or stop actions x, y, z by corporations, government entities, and rich people."

The thing Johnny is full of shit about is himself. The thing Johnny is full of shit about is that he can somehow want to save the world or die trying without risking hurting others or getting hurt himself. He's avoidant, violent, and terrified. The "narcissism," mean quips, and casually dehumanizing language is armor. And if you engage with Johnny, you see the mask slip a lot. He'll even take the mask off a few times (the sunglasses are so crucial to his characterization actually, such a symbol).

Cyberpunk 2077 has two large, sweeping themes that are most prevalent -

🔸️No individual can be big enough or woke enough or make a big enough spectacle to stop government and corporate sanctioned dystopia

🔸️the only thing you have is each other

and ALL OF IT is delivered in a wrapper of grief and loss.

Jackie doesn't die just to hurt your feelings. Jackie dies so that you and Johnny are on the same playing field. Lazarus and Orpheus.

Obsessing over an imagined central theme of "actually it was all Morgan Blackhand because on reddit Mike Pondsmith said" is just... I don't think you like Cyberpunk 2077. I don't think you processed a single thing in it. I'm not yucking your yum if that's fun for you to think about (I have my own means of putting Blackhand in a microwave) but this kind of... militant obsession with an alternate history in a game so full of its own stuff is brainrot.

[irishmammonagenda]

Hi! Can i request MC with older brothers (i have four older brothers 😂) who are very protective of their little sister, and reaction of demon brothers, when MC wants to introduce them to her siblings?

hiya! ofc u can, im so sorry this is so late i saw it in my askbox like a week a week ago then forgot about it 😭😭 and then went away for easter and forgot abt it again😭😭

grma for the ask <3 fic dividers by @cafekitsune

MC With Older Brothers-Obey Me Brothers x Reader

When you had first been transferred to the Devildom, the inital shock of the new environment, the fact that demons and angels were actually real, the fact the fact that magic was actually real had made you forget about the reactions of your family back home upon realising yoou had just disappeared without a trace. It took you around a month to even remember, after the shock had worn off, and you had stopped living in survival mode. You hastily travelled to the Demon Lord´s Castle, and requested a formal visit to your family.

They were livid. Relieved but livid. Your parents, who were workaholics hadn´t noticed until around halfway through the second week. Your older brothers however, noticed the first day. And oh boy, did they want answers.

Going through Barbatos' portal was never a truly pleasant experience, although it wasn't unpleasant either. It was like that feeling in the pit of your abdomen when you're pushed too high on a swingset, but to a lesser extent. It almost looked like stars as the insides of the vortex falshed before your eyes before fading to reveal the park that you grew up near.

The reds and oranges of the leaves shone sparkling against the reddening sky with the morning dew. The early birds chirped, diving for worms, leaves fell gently down to the ground. You made your way home.

The familiar white door stood out like the gates of the Celestial Realm, your own personal paradise, everything you knew before the rug was pulled under you. You tried the doorhandle. Locked. Sighing, you looked under the entrance mat for the spare key and unlocked the door, walking into the hall. You had entered the kitchen and saw Evan, your second eldest brother making a sandwhich.

"Hiya!" You greet him. "Whatcha makin', Evs?"

Evan, who had just picked up his plate turned around and dropped it, his jaw slacked open, eyes wide. He stared at you, not even caring that his sandwich had fallen. "Y-you…where the fuck have you been?!"

"Uh...I-"

"Y'know what? Don't answer that yet." He steps away from you, moving out of the kitchen to the base of the stairs. "Sammie! Ben!" Evan shouts a few times, before hearing a pair of 'what?!'s back. "Get your asses down here now!"

Soon enough, reluctant thuds sound from the top of the stairs, getting louder as two of your brothers thunder down the stairs, you gulp. Lord Diavolo, you were in for it now.

Samuel appears downstairs first, the baggy MCR shirt he always wears to lounge around half hidden by his stained jacket. Ben follows soon after, phone in hand, no doubt open on the game he had been testing out. They both stall when they see you, Ben trips, and starts to fall, taking Samuel down with him.

“I-…MC..” Samuel swallows thickly. “W-where have you been…”

Ben parrots this.

You gulp. Adam—your oldest brother—would no doubt be the worst. And he wasn’t even home yet!

When Adam, your oldest brother did return from his date with his girlfriend (as you found out), he had demanded answers, and a hug. You try to explain it away, saying you found a scholarship at a college in another country, you must've just forgot to mention it! Silly you! Atleast that's what you were telling your older brothers, they didn't need to know you were taken to hell and the scholarship wasn't too far from the truth!

"Why didn't you visit? Or call? Or anything?" Was a question you heard parroted back to you multiple times.

"I...uh...it was just the craziness of it all....I forgot to call..." You rub the back of your neck. "I had to get a new phone anyway..." You say, giving them your number. It was a reasonable excuse. They couldn't exactly argue with it.

Samuel grabs your hand, the rough callouses of his fingers comforting. Permanent dents from his mastery of the guitar, he swings your arm back and forth, reminding himself that you're not in a ditch somewhere. "As long as you're safe...."

Evan huffs, Adam stares at you, eyes following your every move, he grumbles, "You're coming home every holiday you can. And calling us regularly. No more dropping off the face of the earth."

"Haha alright!" You laugh nervously, he didn't need to know that you technically did fall off the face of the earth.

"And I want to visit this College." Adam adds, Evan nods in agreement, as do the two younger of the brothers.

Shit.

Ben stretches, before sitting forward. "So tell us all about your dorm. Got any roommates?"

And boy, did that cause a few heated discussions. Though in the end you got away pretty much scott free. Though you had to visit bi-monthly, and call atleast bi-weekly.

On one of these bi-monthly visits, you'd decided to bring one of your 'roommates' along with you....

Just how would that go?....

LUCIFER

"Oh?~ Care to repeat that, MC?"

It had been a busy day in the Devildom for the Avatar of Pride. He was finishing up on paperwork when you came into his office asking him to come to the next visit to your brothers with you.

He acts a bit cocky over it, with his signature smirk and all, but agrees almost instantly.

Despite the fact that you asked HIM to meet your family, and that he was feeling quite flustered, he still somehow managed to make your cheeks burn and make you feel much more flustered about the situation.

"Hi everyone, this is Lucif-Lucius...! He's one of my roommates!"

"Lucius?"

"...My parents were Greek."

"Yeah, Ben, his parents were Greek don't be racist."

Lucifer relates to Adam on the sole basis that they're both the eldest, though he does feel second hand embarrassment anytime said brother would do anything a little too like him.

Overall its a pleasant time, your brothers were quite charmed by the Avatar of Pride, and it makes your pact mark buzz.

Lucifer fights the urge to place his palms over his face and re-contemplate his entire life and every single action he'd ever taken as he watches Adam, your eldest brother, lecture Samuel, the youngest of your elder brothers. The older man is glaring exasperatedly, Samuel hides his hands in his pocket, clearly uninterested. You watch on and feel a sort of deja vu, so does Lucifer. Does he seriously look like that when he gives out lectures? No wonder his brothers are so unruly! You pat his back from where you both sit on the sofa, he glares at you, though there's no bite to it. The second hand embarrassment is very strong.

MAMMON

"WHA- ehem...I-i mean of course ye'd want te intreduce yer b-brothers to the great M-mammon...!"

If Mams has a tail it'd be wagging like a helicopter propeller thingy.

You want HIM to visit your family?!

He's super tempted to go back and buy the engagement ring he'd saw in a jewellery shop window when shopping now!

He had been too nervous at the time....was he moving too fast...?

He's a nervous wreck, all the way there he's muttering things you can't understand in irish (gaeilgeoir mams agenda)

You can pick up the word 'focáil' (fuck) being thrown about a lot.

What de ye mean MC? He IS calm! Calmer than the sea on a stormy day...but thats still sort of calm!

The name Mammon isn't really known to anyone outside of the occult, so he doesn't change it.

"Mammon?" Evan says raising a brow, "What kind of a name is that?"

"He's Irish Evs don't be racist."

"Oh."

The dinner is quite awkward, but in the end, he somehow manages to win over your brothers.

and hey, if Ben gets more donations from people when he streams, Adam gets more costumers for his personal training, and Samuel and Evan get promotions at their jobs, well he didn't mean to! Honest!

Mammon sits at the dinner table with about as much nervousness as a schoolboy waiting outside the principal's office, he answers every question with a stutter, and tries his best to remember his table manners, your brothers are eyeing him suspiciously, until a clang sounds through the small kitchen, you had dropped your fork. Mammon perks up, happy to be 'useful' to you, "I'll get it!" and he practically dives down to get the utensil before washing it off and giving it to you. Your brothers relax slightly, deeming him too whipped for you to truly be a scumbag.

LEVIATHAN

"You want ME to WHAT?!"

bros panicking more than mammon☠️

Are you sure you want a stinky smelly otaku like me to-😰😰😰😰😰

It takes ages to calm him down enough, then he just feels flustered.

This reminds him of an anime with an insanely long name!

When you arrive at your house, he's so fidgety and nervous someone give this man a hug (dont he'll scream)

You introduce him as Levi, no one bats an eye to that one, hooray!

the atmosphere is very awkward until he notices the sticker on Ben's phonecase.

He finds out that your brother is a streamer, MC how could you never tell him?!

its a lot less awkward a lot more nerdy now.

"O-oh well I see where you're coming from, the mechanics and graphics on the game were great, but the lore needed work!" Levi says, stuttering far less than you'd expect him to. Ben nods, "I mean, I just kind of stayed for the boss fights, but yeah the lore was a bit..." He makes a face. Leviathan leans over, eyes sparkling, you admire them freely, normally he'd notice by now and be too flustered to continue talking. "Yeah! It had so much potential! But it just seemed so rushed!" You look around the room, Adam and Evan are conversing amongst eachother quietly, whilst Sam is trying his best to follow the conversation that Levi and Ben are having.

SATAN

"Oh? I'd be honoured..."

He's giddy, you wanted him of all of his brothers to come with you? Take that Lucifer!

This reminds him of when the love interest brings the protagonist to meet their family!

He reads up on the scenes as a sort of revision, though his natural charm is going to win them over anyway...or maybe not...

"Hello my name's Satan." He reaches out to shake Adam's hand.

Adam swallows, "Satan?"

Satan chuckles, having made a rookie mistake in his nervousness, "My parents were...devout satanists...I've had a hard life..."

Samuel pats his shoulders, "Oh you poor thing..."

He's honestly quite the gentleman, your brothers quite like him, despite his 'unfortunate' name.

"So S-satan..." Adam begins, "What was it like growing up with Satanist parents?" Satan sets his for down, "Oh, not as bad as one would think..." he quickly bullshits, "I did grow up in a very gothic style house though.." Your brothers nod, Evan intterupts, "So did you ever sacrifice any cats?" Satan grips his knife tightly, you feel rage bubble up in his pact mark. "No, satanists--atleast sane satanists--don't do that..." "Oh right..." Evan raises his hands in defense, "Just curious." "Oh no you're fine..." He says smoothly.

ASMODEUS

"Oh my Devil!~ I'd love to!"

Posts about it to his devilgram.

He's geniunely honoured, and sososososo excited.

"Hey guys, this is Asmodeus!"

"..Asmodeus?"

"...His parents are french..."

"Poor thing..."

ofc he wins them over, who do you think he is?

Adam loves him now, and Asmo is his goto for relationship advice.

Adam growns, looking at his phone, you give him a knowing look, "Trouble in Paradise?" "I forgot about our anniversary coming up! It's tomorrow!" He looks geniunely stressed. "There's no way I can get a restaurant reservation in time!" He says, stressing about his upcoming anniversary, it was his turn to do something. He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend. Asmo shrugs, "So don't." Adam looks at him incredulously. "Excuse me?" "Don't go to a restaurant...the weather forecast says it'll be nice tomorrow, do a picnic or something." Adam gapes his mouth, breathlessly replying, "Yeah that could work...that could work..." A day later, Adam rings you, the picnic was a success! He demands Asmo's number.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh? Yeah MC I'd love to." :D

He's a little bit nervous, but happy that you asked him to go

Plus there's food involved.

Things that are important to you + you + food? He's in heaven (figuratively, last time he was in heaven he got thrown out, literally thrown)

Overall he's really sweet, has to eat a lot before he gets there so he doesn't accidentally eat one of your brothers.

"Hi I'm Beel."

"Beel?"

"He's Russian Evan, don't be racist." You bullshit, Beel looks at you, then smiles because he's looking at you :D

Your brothers love him, he's such a gentle giant.

Beel smiled happily, "This food is amazing." He says, closed eyed smile. "Thanks!" Evan grinned, "Cooked it myself!" Samuel scoffs, "No you didn't you microwaved it." Evan hits him over the head, "Shut up." He grumbles. Beel smiles again, they remind him so much of his own brothers.

BELPHEGOR

"No."

"What do you mean no?" :(

"I'm not going."

"Please."

"No."

"Pleaseee."

"Still no." He groans, putting his pillow over his face.

"I'll just have to ask Lucifer then..."

He jumps up. "Like fuck you will...c'mon, we have a family dinner to attend."

As per usual he is a bastard.

The waling talking definition of a bastard.

Your brothers hate him at first, but as the night goes on, they find out he's actually kind of funny.

"This is Belphie!"

"Belphie?"

"He's Russian don't be racist." You lie.

"Poor thing."

Belphie glares at you.

Belphie groans into his pillow, finally home, he drags you and pulls you onto the bed. Holding you in a vice like grip. "I'm never doing that again." He says tiredly, using you as a teddy bear to go to sleep. Bastard.

im experimenting with post designs :D

'gaeilgeoir' means irish speaker, i've seen it spelt other ways tho

[mieeaahhh]

Who do I think aftg characters would put on a hear me out cake?

Neil

Is astronomically confused and doesn’t understand what a hear me out is no matter how many times you explain it to him

A pixelated 0.5 picture of Andrew

Andrew

He wouldn’t say anything when he puts them on the cake. He just puts them on the cake and walks away in silence when it’s his turn

Buck from ice age

Ron Weasley’s dad

Fantastic mr fox

The dad in Horton hears a who

Johnny from hotel Transylvania

Renee (he and Renee thought it would be funny to put each other)

Kevin

Also doesn’t understand what a hear me out is but tried his best

Christof from frozen

Monica from friends

Fred from Scooby doo

Zendaya but only in the greatest showman

Aaron

Was forced against his will to partake in this activity

The ginger lady from minions/despicable me (I forgot her name)

Raquel from Barbie life in the dream house

Peabody from Peabody and Sherman

Mavis from hotel Transylvania

Nicky

This whole activity was his idea

Puss in boots AND donkey

Remus lupin in werewolf form

Jack Frost and the Easter bunny

Santa Claus

Wymack

Mr peanut butter

Foxy from fnaf

Renee

She hadn’t heard of a hear me out cake until they decided to do this, She thinks it’s silly but fun

Puts the same picture of Andrew that Neil put on the cake (she and Andrew thought it would be funny to put each other)

Simon from dinner in America

Jigsaw from the saw films

Miss piggie

The dragon from shrek

Allison

She’s been ITCHING to do one of these just to see what everyone else puts

The snake from the jungle book

Bolt the dog

Jack skeleton and Sally

Fear from inside out

Beans from rango

Dan

Rita the rat and roddy the rat

That cunty police officer from Madagascar

Scar

The Roblox chad face thing

Matt

Has never been so exited for a group activity in his life

Turbo the snail

A picture of Neil

Cole from ninja go

Merlin from finding nemo

Miles morales’ mum

Seth

Doesn’t really know what’s happening or why he’s joining in

Mother gothel

The puberty monster things from big mouth

Gamora from guardians of the galaxy

Margo Robbie’s Harley Quinn

Jean

Understand the game but thinks it’s stupid

Gomez and Morticia Adam’s

Sally from the nightmare before Christmas

That water guy thing from elemental

Fred from scooby doo

Jeremy

Having the time of his life

Gill from finding nemo

Jack Frost

Garfield

Sebastian the crab

Dracula from hotel Transylvania

Cat

Just wanted to see what everyone else was putting

The twins from the simpsons

Merida’s mother as the bear

The Roblox bacon skin

Emma Robert’s in wild child

Laila

Doesn’t understand the point of a hear me out but wanted to join in anyway

Black widow

The Alex skin from Minecraft

Shelly Duvall

The main character from I’m a cheerleader I forgot her name

[katakaluptastrophy]

"I’ve already pretty much revealed that Alecto begins with the descent of Christ into Hades." - Tamsyn Muir

That's right...it's time for more Bible study for fans of weird queer necromancers!

It's currently Holy Week, the week where Western liturgical Christians reenact the events of Jesus' death and resurrection in real time. And today, it's Holy Saturday. So Jesus died on the cross on Good Friday. He rises from the dead on Easter Sunday. But what happened in between? His body lay in the tomb...but his spirit was otherwise preoccupied. Because on Holy Saturday, Jesus went to Hell.

But why would Jesus go to Hell? Because the resurrection was not just about saving the people who came after it - it was a bit more...wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.

To be a bit more specific, he didn't visit Hell Hell. The place Jesus visited isn't Hell in the sense of eternal punishment of the damned, but Hades or Sheol or the Underworld or Limbo - a place for those who were mostly good but lived before Jesus' resurrection had made salvation possible. So before his resurrection, Jesus went to make that salvation retroactive. Particularly, according to tradition, to major figures from the Old Testament, including Adam and Eve.

So Nona the Ninth ended with Harrow walking off into the River in search of theological truth. And Alecto the Ninth apparently begins with Harrow in Hell:

Alecto the Ninth, ACT ONE HARROW IN HELL CHAPTER 1 At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark wound. She had been walking when it had all gone black– any path ahead or behind was blotted out; now she was here.  - Tamsyn Muir reading at TorCon

This is riffing heavily on the beginning of Dante's Inferno:

"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost." - Dante Alighieri, Inferno

But lots of people go to Hell. What's so special about Harrow going there? Because the traditional name in English for Jesus' chthonic salvation adventures on Holy Saturday is "the Harrowing of Hell." "Harrow" comes from an Old English word meaning to attack or despoil - a very martial way of expressing the idea of Jesus as the victor over sin and death.

Harrow ended NTN realising that she cannot trust John's account of metaphysics. That she needs to discover the reality for herself. The faith of the Nine Houses and John's own styling as god rests on the foundation of the Resurrection - John is the "ransomer of death, scourge of death, vindicator of death", his power is understood to be absolute: "Let the whole of everywhere entrust themselves to him. Let those across the river pledge beyond the tomb to the adept divine."

And yet even that prayer - "let those across the river..." - introduces doubt. Magnus jumps in to silence Abigail when she expresses her heretical belief in the River beyond, and Harrow herself scoffs that "it has been thousands of years since anybody bothered to believe in the River beyond." Abigail believes that John knows nothing about what exists beyond the River. And what about Hell? In HTN, Ulysses the First is described as "languishing in Hell" after his run-in with a Resurrection Beast. John himself describes the stoma as "the mouth to Hell", "a portal to a place I cannot touch - somewhere I don't fully comprehend, where my power and my authority are utterly meaningless."

In the Book of Revelation - the Bible's account of the end of the world - Jesus holds "the keys of death and Hell". John may have resurrected the dead, but he does not comprehend what is beyond it. Both the destination of the good, the River beyond to which the souls of little Isaac and Jean should have traveled lightly after their short and brutal lives, and the Hell that lies beneath the stoma are outside of his power. He is a few keys short of the full divine bunch. He can manipulate death, but he is not really its master.

And so Harrow walks off into the River to look for something or someone she can call god. Harrow, who shares a name with the defeat of death across time and space. Harrow, who is of the unbroken line of Anastasia. Anastasia was kind to Alecto, who like Eve is the mother of all and like Adam walked on the empty earth with god.

In Orthodox icons, the Harrowing of Hell is depicted with Jesus triumphant, leading Adam and Eve by the hand from their tombs. The traditional term for this image is an anastasis, the Greek term for resurrection. Adam and Eve, whose sin broke the intended shape of reality, are restored to wholeness with god.

How will Harrow answer her questions about god? What really is beyond the stoma and what would it mean to conquer it? What does it look like, metaphysically, to restore the world of The Locked Tomb to wholeness, and what will it cost?

[happenssweet]

this song is so dodge mason coded... walk with me... let me present you with something...

when you'd first met dodge, you knew you wanted him as your first. your dad had hired him to help with some busy work around the church, and while dodge was neither particularly religious himself, nor interested in the way your father could turn anything into a sermon, he figured helping the man that was likely privy to everyone's thoughts and troubles could gain him some information.

what he had not anticipated was you coming up to him after a long day of getting the grassy yard beside the church set up for carp's easter breakfast.

what he had not anticipated was the way your legs kicked flowing white fabric forward, or how your fingertips felt over his as you handed him some water.

you could just tell, from the way his shirt hung from his shoulders and his adams apple bobbed, the way he thanked you in a voice full of distrust, that this was the boy for you.

he knew, vaguely, that you were the preacher's daughter. a little chaste, a bit more modest than most of the other girls your age. he'd once heard a guy make a joke in passing about getting 'struck down' being worth getting in your pants. and quite simply, that wasn't his speed. so he never thought much of you. until that afternoon.

now, dodge mason, who had been all but dubbed a recluse, was showing up for wednesday mass. who the fuck showed up for wednesday mass? dodge did. as long as he could sit next to you, letting you help lead him along during hymns, your fingertip drifting below the words long past the time he'd memorized them.

he even let you keep him after for a mini bible study each time, just the two of you discussing what had been on your mind regarding the book lately. he still didn't think he really believed in it all. but he liked the way you spoke about it, soft and kind and hopeful, a stark contrast to what he had experienced as religion in the south up until that point. until you.

so, yeah, when he asked your father for permission to take you out, you guessed you weren't too surprised. and you definitely didn't say no. he was respectful, always getting you back home on time, never going further than a few kisses and a hand on the waist or jaw. everyone else was a bit shocked, just to see the restraint. to see the way he'd soften his shell around you, letting you lean on him, talk to him all softly. even more shocked to see the way he'd do the same right back.

you supposed it didn't quite make sense. you'd known what he was like before, gruff and introverted, keeping to his family in terms of socialization. but then he took you home for the first time, and the moment you saw him with his mom and sister, it clicked. when he loved, he loved hard. and to introduce you to the most important people in his life? god, he must love you more than you ever could've guessed.

he didn't stay so restrained forever, easing you into longer kisses, then to makeouts, then to kisses on the neck and hands that wandered along your sides and arms. but they were never alone, always accompanied by an "is this okay?" or a "good?". and it always was.

once you were more comfortable, he became bolder, fingers slipping beneath fabric, tongue slipping between your lips and down your jaw. there were a few times you thought he might try and take it further, but it never turned to more than just heated makeouts. maybe he was trying not to scare you? you didn't know. but the way he groaned into your mouth before needing to cool off made you think when you finally did go all the way, it would be beyond passionate. borderline animalistic, you imagined. something you'd have to take your cross necklace off for.

but when you told him you were ready, the words dripping with implication, you could tell he was shocked. it wouldn't happen then. no, not when he hadn't prepared. not when he knew he couldn't give you all the time in the world.

and when it did, a week later, you never could've anticipated what it was. flickering candles sitting on his dresser and desk, fresh sheets, and flowers he'd handed you at the door. the faint smell of his cologne in the air, as if he'd sprayed some extra around the room earlier that day.

despite how long he'd waited, there wasn't even the smallest indication of a rush, not for the entire night. eagerness? yes. desire? most definitely. but through each and every step, dodge took as much time as he needed to treat you with the utmost care and consideration.

coming up behind you as you looked around his room, brushing soft kisses along the backs of your almost bare shoulders. gentle hands lifting the straps off of them, giving him full access to the typically-hidden expanses of skin.

he'd made sure the house would be empty for the weekend. he needed the time. needed to spend an hour just kissing you. just slowly uncovering every bit of you, not wanting to leave a single inch without reverent touch.

nothing had ever felt so right, regardless of what you may have been taught about premarital intimacy. "they have no idea what they're talking about", you thought as he held you, straddling his lap, stripped to your underwear, giggling softly as he kissed down past your cross necklace, the gold gleaming in the flickering candlelight. he laughed with you, his fingertips tracing deftly down your spine before slowly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

there was no way this could be wrong. there was no way this could be anything but holy, the way he looked in your eyes, the way he held you so carefully. this was goodness, this was God. what could be more sacred than this love?

you would both later describe it as a religious experience, in separate conversations, at separate times. that's exactly what it was. no need to take the necklace off. in fact, you couldn't imagine the experience without it. it belonged in that room, between the two of you.

it was in the way he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off of you without ever breaking eye contact. it was in the way he kissed up your thighs, singing your praises, little whispers and breaths dancing across the tender flesh. this was his sacrament, getting his first taste of you, giving you your first taste of the rest of your life.

it was in the way he let himself come last, both literally and figuratively. it was in the way he let you look at him, hold him, observe him, before even thinking about spreading your legs again and settling between them. it was in the way he ran himself through your folds, making sure he was coated enough to not cause you even the slightest discomfort. it was in the way he held your hand next to your head, fingers interlaced, as he gently slipped in, asking how you were after every inch, making sure you were totally comfortable before letting a soft string of curses out through his lips.

and it was in the way he held you the whole time, made sure you knew how much he adored you every single second. there was no denying it anymore, if you ever could before.

every single minute of time he'd carved out for you, he spent worshipping you. even once he'd cleaned you up, even once the two of you had dressed again. until the second he had to drive you back home, he was holding you, kissing you, checking in on you, and loving you. making you feel as divine as the being that had brought the two of you together.

every single laugh, every single kiss, every single touch. that was what was holy.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Stranger Things borrowed some things from Beetlejuice, actually…

I mean, 80s movie, and a cult classic with Winona Ryder. Like, obviously they did.

Barbara and Adam Maitland are a happy married couple who died because they fell into the river (while inside their yellow car) and drowned. (If you drown, it’s because you have no air left, because you suffocate.)

Everything going on with cars… Credits to @erikiara80 for realizing Max literally mentioned dying in a car, and her post with many many other references (like Fred and his car crash related trauma, and Billy almost dying in his car)

We meet Adam before he died, working on his model of the town. We meet Mr Clarke in s3 doing the same thing

And, talking about Mr Clarke’s Hawkins model (or model of an imaginary town), there’s a tiny Easter egg of Beetlejuice’s tomb! (I did NOT find this, credits to this YouTube video)

The Maitlands died on this covered bridge that kinda looks like the s5 farm (this is a stretch yeah I know)

The Deetz family move into their house after they died, and they have a daughter (played by Winona Ryder)

Lydia is 15, an outcast, and from New York (where st originally took place) but moved to another state. So El or Will, but mainly, Jonathan.

She's proudly strange and unusual and doesn’t seem to have many friends (Jonathan is that you)

She also loves her camera and taking photos.

(Like mother like son)

Barbara and Adam dressed up as ghosts using a sheet to scare the Deetzs (since they can’t see them, seeing a flying bedsheet probably would scare them) vs El dressed up as a ghost for Halloween using a sheet, looking very similar to them (holes in her eyes, etc)

Lydia also took a picture of Barbara and Adam, which proved they’re ghosts (cause they have no feet), and Jonathan took a picture of the demogorgon, which proved Joyce wasn’t crazy and Will (and Barb) could be alive.

No one can see/hear Barbara and Adam, but they can see/hear other people. You can listen to things from the outside world while in the ud, so Will would have been able to listen to Joyce but Joyce wouldn’t have been able to.

Barbara and Adam saying that “We haven’t left the house since the funeral” vs Will communicating with Joyce through the lights (which are inside his house) and seemingly always being in the same place (either his house or castle byers) vs Barbara and Adam wanting the deetzs to move out because 1) it’s their house and they’re completely remodeling it, and 2) they’re stuck there for 125 years vs Lonnie going to the byers’ house and acting like they can be a family again even tho it’s not his house and has no place there AND also fixing the hole in the wall that Joyce made (lowkey remodeling) + all the construction stuff surrounding Lonnie…

Image credits to @greenfiend

Lydia’s special, the only one able to see Barbara and Adam, and Beetlejuice wants her help. El being the only one with powers, and Henry wanting her on his side once, and Will being the one to get kidnapped, and possessed, and possibly having powers, and Vecna having some weird obsession with him (“he wants to kill” “Kill you?” “No, not me. Everyone else”) and probably wanting him on his side in s5…

Also Lydia being the only one able to see the ghosts (until the exorcism when everyone saw them) vs Will being the only one able to sense Vecna. Could even go as far as saying: Will being the only one to see and feel the mf until the exorcism when it came out and Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy saw the black particles leaving his body.

(Adam and Barbara possess the deetzs and their guests (except Lydia) at their dinner party, in hopes that this scares them and they’ll leave their house. The deetzs then try to contact Adam and Barbara, but instead accidentally do an exorcism)

Lydia sees Barbara and Adam (who are dead) and thinks it must be a dream (it’s not). Joyce sees Will (after they found “his” body, so supposedly dead) while she’s sleeping, lonnie tells her it’s in her head (it’s not).

Also the context behind these shots is very different, but to me the shots are similar.

Character seeing something supernatural and getting scared, while an unnatural light shines against their face. (Lydia’s green, Will’s yellow).

Lydia also writes a suicide note:

I am alone. I am utterly alone. By the time you read this, I will be gone, having jumped plummeted off the Winter River Bridge.

Wow okay. She crossed out “jumped” and changed it to “plummeted”. Meaning she isn’t planning on jumping, but just letting herself fall. Into the water. If she’s plummeting from a bridge in a river, she’ll fall in the water. Mmmm

Troy tells Mike to jump, Mike doesn’t jump, just lets himself fall.

However she ends up not committing, just like Mike ends up being saved by El.

Also, fun to mention, if Lydia planned on killing herself by jumping plummeting into the winter river bridge, that means she would have died in the same place Barbara and Adam did, since it’s the same river where their car fell. Mike jumping plummeting into the quarry, where “Will’s” body was found…

Barbara and Adam are staying in the attic, Henry is always spending time in the attic. Bettlejuice is also always in the attic. In the attic, Adam had his town model he loved, and in the attic, Henry had his spiders. First scene of the movie is Adam finding a spider on his town model.

Now to Beetlejuice, finally.

He can possess people. He does possess people. All ghosts are able to possess people, Barbara and Adam possess people aswell.

First thing Beetlejuice did upon appearing, is unconsensually kissing Barbara. All the SA imagery surrounding Vecna and the mf possession and “try and stay very still, it’ll all be over soon”…

Also, Beetlejuice forces Lydia to marry him if she wants to save Barbara and Adam during the exorcism, to which she initially agrees to out of desperation, but then says no, but bettlejuice talks for her, basically giving away her choice (all the nonconsensual stuff going around with Will + Henry, or just Will in general…). Beetlejuice wanting to marry her cause if he marries a mortal then he can cause trouble in the world of the living vs “We’re going to do such beautiful things together, Will… Such... beautiful things.”

In the second draft of the script that I found on the internet, there are some INCREDIBLY CREEPY scenes involving Beetlejuice.

BETELGEUSE: So a daughter? She got good legs? God, I love a young leg.

Air blows up Barbara's dress, exposing her legs. He leers.

BARBARA: She's only fourteen.

[…]

BETELGEUSE (rubbing hands): How does she feel about short old men with dirty ears?

[…]

BETELGEUSE: So you, the dead, want me, the undead, to throw the live guys Mommie, Daddy and Lolita, who might not mind a tumble with an older guy, out into the cold?

(In another scene, talking to Lydia)

BETELGEUSE: How'd you like to have the biggest boobs in the world?

He’s also described as a pervert by Barbara. Uh yeah.

In the musical (which, since it came out in 2019, I don’t think was a st inspiration) there’s the song Say My Name, which I’ve always thought was very Henry towards Will.

Also cool to mention how “dead” and “gone” are shown as different through the movie.

BETELGEUSE: They are dead.

LYDIA: Of course they're dead. They're ghosts.

BETELGEUSE: No, I mean they're gone.

Just like El makes this distinction too.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri Reader x Record of Ragnarok Easter Special please?

Everyone had to calm Reader when she was learning about Easter, mainly about the Easter Egg Hunt, as she thought it was about stealing eggs from mama and papa birds (She got confused about the Easter Bunny as she asked where do the eggs come from)

Though she became excited when she learned there are small goodies and treats in the colorful plastic eggs

Reader also painted some eggs with Buddha’s help, which she gave to each of her family members as a Valentine’s Day gift (She a little confused but she’s got the spirit) wishing them ‘In sickness and in health’

She is joined alongside Ganesha, Zerofuku and other children for the Easter Egg Hunt which is on a Farm, with Reader and Zero looking for the eggs together, both sharing any if they notice one has fewer eggs than the other

Reader also pets some of the animals and even befriends a baby chick who she named Peep because they make little peeping noises!

Please take your time and get plenty of rest and hydration! 🫶

-You were a bit nervous as you were with Ganesha and Zerofuku as Eve tried to explain the concept of the Easter Egg Hunt, as your massive family took you all out to a large farm to see the baby animals and to have fun.

-Everything started off okay, as you sat with Buddha, Loki, and Hermes, painting eggs with them. You had decorated yours with hearts and gave one to everyone, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” nobody had the heart to correct you that you were celebrating the wrong holiday.

-Raiden and Shiva sat with you and Ganesha as baby rabbits and chicks were swarming around the two of you, coming up to greet you and you were smiling so brightly that you were nearly blinding them with your cuteness.

-One baby chick hopped into your hands, surprising you, peeping up at you and you smiled, “Is that your name, Peep?” Peep peeped loudly, flapping its little wings and you squealed, it was so cute and soft, and you didn’t even realize that many members of your family collapsed, clutching at their chests, unable to handle your lethal power.

-When Eve told you it was time for the egg hunt after Zerofuku told you about the Easter Bunny, you immediately burst into tears, wailing that you didn’t want to steal from the Easter Bunny.

-You were so cute!

-It took a couple of times to explain to you that you weren’t stealing from the Easter Bunny, but that he had prepared the eggs for children to search for, to have fun.

-You still weren’t sure until Buddha got all three of you excited, “All the plastic eggs we brought earlier were filled with candy by the Easter Bunny.”

-The three of you all cheered at the thought of candy which made Buddha grin lightly as Shiva handed you each a basket to collect your eggs in and took you over to the area where the eggs were hidden.

-Twenty minutes later you were sitting with Ganesha and Zerofuku, the three of you counting out each of the eggs you had found, sharing with each other until you each had an even amount.

-Shiva, Buddha, and Adam were all collapsed to their knees, seeing how sweet the three of you were with each other.

-The picture that Adam managed to get, when they surprised you three with a large chocolate bunny each, was one that would be cherished for years to come, as you had bright sparkly eyes, excited to see the bunnies.

-However, this may have not been a good idea, when Loki and Buddha asked you three which part of your chocolate bunnies you were going to eat first, and instantly you were all in tears, not wanting to kill your precious chocolate bunnies.

-Thankfully, by accident, Peep surprised Raiden who accidentally knocked the bunnies over, shattering them when they hit the ground, but thankfully they were still in their bags but since the bunnies were now in pieces and you three didn’t ‘kill’ them, you enjoyed the chocolate as Peep sat on your head, completely content.

-Peep wasn’t going to let you leave the farm without him, but your family thought it was cute and allowed you to keep Peep as Zerofuku and Ganesha took turns holding their tiny new friend.

-While not perfect, this Easter celebration was a success, seeing the smile on your faces.

And yes I'm projecting. I always get sad when I get a chocolate bunny and have to 'kill' it to enjoy it lol

[visitmycoffin]

ADAM REQUEST. i've been thinking about what it would be like to spend holiday's with him. could you write about that ? like watching christmas movies , baking food , eating halloween treats together. stuff like that :)

Adam Stanheight — Holiday Headcannons

(Please don't steal my writing! Takes place before the bathroom trap. Reblogs and likes are encouraged ♡)

Warnings: romantic gestures - gore mention - cursing - Slight vomit mention - slight NSFW mention - Alcohol mention

SFW, GN romantic headcannons

HALLOWEEN

• Has always preferred Halloween over any holiday. Enjoys the scares and the stupid horror movies with the main characters that seem to have an IQ less than 10.

• Drags you to every thrift store in town to try and find anything Halloween related. A shirt with Ghostface on it? Bought. A tiny chain that says 'Childs Play?' Bought. A hat, one he knows he'll never wear, that has Micheal Myers with a knife? Bought. And he only acts like this in October.

• Likes snuggling up under the blankets with you just so you guys can watch horror movies, no matter how bad or good. He commentates on the stupidity of the characters in the movie you guys chose.

• Favorite horror villain is Michael Myers. He gets angry when people say that he's 'overrated.'

• Definitely perfers slasher films over others. Can't really do gore. Those movies make him pretty ill to the stomach. Just doesn't like seeing someone get sawed in half while their intestines fall out.

• Tries his best to decorate the apartment for Halloween, but can't do much since money is tight. He perfers when you make different cut out banners to hang on the walls or shit like that.

• Makes obnoxious comments during the movies you guys watch. Can't keep his mouth shut for a moment.

• At least once he'll have a nightmare during the month and then literally won't sleep for the rest of the night like a child. He gets angry when you try to comfort him, claiming that he 'doesn't need that bullshit.'

• On Halloween night, you two obviously dress up. He takes photoshoots of you guys in your outfits, you two are always matching, and then hangs them up in his darkroom every year. That night, you two eat a ton of Halloween candy, meaning one of you two end up vomiting from the amout of sugar you consumed.

CHRISTMAS

• Depsite trying his hardest, will never ever be able to bake Christmas cookies without your help. They'll always end up being some sort of burnt, black blob or so undercooked you can taste each raw ingredient.

• Favorite Christmas movie is The Santa Clause.

• Absolutely despises the cold. Yet, if you beg hard enough, he will go out in the snow with you and throw snowballs. After a snowball fight, he likes to tackle you to the ground and kiss you all over in a way to warm you up.

• Really likes hot chocolate. Will do anything you ask as long as he gets a mug full of hot chocolate after.

• Goes to the mall with you, if money isn't tight, and buys you two ugly Christmas sweaters to wear on Christmas morning.

• Not too good at gift giving. Maybe he'll throw some perfume / cologne into a box along with a cute little glass trinket of your favorite animal. Something small and stupid that means a lot.

• All he wants for Christmas is a box of cigarettes ♡

• Will watch Christmas movies with you, but probably won't pay much attention. As figured, he'd probably talk through the whole thing.

• Christmas morning, he wakes up around 9-10 A.M. and opens the gifts you two got each other. There's not a lot, but it's still special to him, even if he's not the gift kind of guy.

• If having a bad day, he'd perfer to stay inside with you. Maybe have a nice, hot bath with you with a little Christmas bath bomb. Something corny like that.

• After building gingerbread houses with you, he will slam his fist into his in order to break it so he can just lick the icing off of the gingerbread pieces.

EASTER

• Used to be utterly terrified of the Easter bunny when he wa younger.

• He honestly doesn't do much for this holiday other than hide little plastic eggs around the apartment for you to find.

(Sorry for the shortness of this one 😭)

VALENTINES DAY

• Showers you with affection all day.

• When you wake up in the morning, he's not in bed. A note lies on the bedside table that reads, 'Went out to get some groceries for us today. Your coffee is already made for you.' The note makes you aware that he will be the most loving guy he can be all day today.

• Leaves kisses all over your cheeks, neck, collarbone, etc. All day.

• Asks to shower alongside you. Nothing happens behind the shower curtain besides soft kisses and hugs as you two wash each other's bodies and hair.

• At around dinnertime, you guys sit in his living room, talking and cuddling while watching some dumb romance movie. He hands you a small book. Inside lies a bunch of photo collages between you two, thus being your Valentines gift.

• Takes you out to your favorite bar after dinner and gets you two drunk off your favorite alcohol.

• Once home, he brings you to bed, lathering you in kisses and soft love bites.

• (NSFW) Asks you if you two can have sex that night. If so, he makes sure it's all slow and sensual, unless suggested otherwise. Still, marking you as his with tiny kisses and hickies.

• Aftercare includes him holding your head against his chest and whispering how much he is in love with you. Gently plays with your hair, peppering kisses over your jaw and lips.

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Hope this was good! Sorry for it not being too long. My first ever headcannon / fic on tumblr so I hope I did well. More requests would be appreciated. Ty for reading ♡

[the-s1lly-corner]

Seven Minutes in Gardenview (Easter Edition)

something something if I do eggson it would only make sense I do the other three easter toons BUUUUUUUUUUUT the main line already takes place pre game and during christmas time so suddenly adding the other holiday toons wouldnt make much sense... soooooo! little bonus line! this is opener- the first ending is already going to be eggson but there WILL be a poll in his ending to determine the next winner! yay! notes: pre game, this opener is a lot shorter than the main line opener since it follows nearly the same formula, gn toon reader, takes place during spring/easter (duh), written in one sitting at 3am so it may be a little OOOOUUUUUUUUUUGGUHUHU i fear my body refuses to sleep tonight- too achy too restless word count: 1.8k cws: none

The front lobby smelled strongly of flowers and sugar- candy most definitely but the specific kind too varied for you to properly pin point. All things considered the lobby looked the same as it always did save for the paper decor lining the walls. Bassie’s face, Cocoa’s legs, and of course… eggs. So many eggs. But that wasn’t what had caught your eye; you’ve already grown used to the Easter decor over the past few weeks… and as the holiday drew closer to an end Dandy decided to throw a going away party of sorts because the four holiday toons had to retire until next year. 

Small round plastic tables had been snatched from other floors and dressed in pastel coverings. Treats- mostly candy- adorned each table. Some egg shaped cookies did catch your eye, as well as a sizable tower of meringue… you could only hope they’d last before the air forced them to soften. 

You nearly bumped into another toon as your eyes trailed along the walls. The lights above were dimmed. Instead the lighting came from all sorts of different fairy lights. Most only colored, but some larger bulbs were shaped. 

Bunnies and butterflies and baskets- and of course, eggs. You can’t have Easter without eggs. 

You mutter an apology as Flyte spun around on his heel quick enough to nearly knock you back on your feet. The ends of his wings catch you before you fall and rest on your shoulders to steady your form before they retreat back behind him. “Woah-! Slow it down there Buttercup!” 

The butterfly took a step back to give you some space. His eyes darted across you to ensure you were fine. “It’s packed in here,” He commented… but he didn’t follow up. Flyte was never shy, but you couldn’t blame him for being at least a little overwhelmed at the sight of so many toons in the same place- you would be too if you spent most of the year with a smaller group. 

“Didn’t think everyone would come- I’m assuming Dandy told the rest of the Easter toons about the party?” You run a hand over your clothing to smooth out any newly formed wrinkles. 

You scanned the room. Tish and Astro both sat together prepping bedding for everyone… by the looks of things it was to be a sleepover tonight… maybe you could run up to your room to grab your sleepwear…

Sprout and Cosmo did last minute rearrangements for the baked goods they’ve most definitely spent the last few hours working on… they seemed to struggle to make the arrangements as pretty as possible. Boxten stood nearby awkwardly fumbling with his hands- any attempt to speak seemed to fail in his throat. 

You couldn’t help but notice Bassie tailing after Dandy as he carried an almost comically large basket- stopping by everyone to make them put something into it. 

Cocoa hopped around helping anyone who looked lost or needed help with last second preparations as the last handful of toons made their way to the lobby. The elevator’s ding was drowned by the music flooding the air. 

Eggson… seemed to be looking for something… 

“He did, actually he was rather adamant that we joined- said the party was for us… mostly…” Flyte brought your attention back to him with his words. 

“Mostly..?”

His wings only fluttered and curled- his own personal version of a shrug. A soft hum is all you can think to give him in response. 

A few seconds pass. 

“So… that basket Dandy’s got…” You weakly point at the flower as he zipped around from toon to toon. “What’s that all about?” 

Flyte’s feet shuffled against the wooden floor under him. “Not sure, Dandy didn’t really explain. Just told me to put something in- he’s probably going to ask the same from you, looks like he’s doing the same with everyone else,” His wings flex and stretch in the air behind him before relaxing. 

“Are your wings bothering you?” You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to land on the thin… material… whatever it was. You always thought it was cute that he and his sister’s colors were nearly completely inverted. Pink fuzzy skin and blue wings for Flutter, the opposite for her brother. 

Even the makeup around their eyes were opposites. 

The sweetened feeling is pushed aside to focus on the conversation at hand.

“Just stretching them out- I don’t get much of an opportunity to fly around during the year you know- not much space,” 

And it seemed the limited time out and about was hardly enough to give his wings time to untense fully, if the constant adjustments told you anything. “Makes sense, I think I’d be pretty pent up if I had wings and couldn’t use them whenever,” You copy his shifting as your eyes kept darting to Dandy. Nearly as soon as toons joined the party, he rushed to them with the basket. 

Despite his clear eagerness to hound everyone, he hasn’t approached you yet. In a weird way you almost felt rejected and offended. Were you not good enough to be harassed into putting something of yours in his hands? 

Flyte was stolen from you as Eggson approached him to talk- and as much as you enjoyed the older toon’s presence you had heard more than your fair share of eggs and hunts- egg hunts as he stressed they be called- in the past few days. 

You continued your awkward shuffle to the side and hoped the egg didn’t notice you- and in the process you bumped into yet another toon. The warm smell of chocolate instantly almost overwhelmed you as you took a step back. 

“Woah- Slow your roll Sunflower-” Cocoa did not budge from her stance as you continued your trajectory into her for a split second longer before you snapped yourself back to the moment. 

“Ah- haha..” You could only laugh awkwardly. In less than five minutes you’ve bumped into two different toons. “Flyte told me the same thing…” 

You quickly glance down at your clothing to make sure none of her chocolate left a mark on the fabric- thankfully it didn’t seem Cocoa melted easy. The rabbit shifted her stance- lightly tilting her head at you. “Did he? Are you feeling alright? It’s not like you to…” She trailed off before knocking her paws together to mimic the collision. You sheepishly wave her off. 

“Yeah yeah- just a lot of…” Your mouth twitches into a tightened line before shifting to a grimace, and relaxing. “Stuff going on at once- all the lights and music and toons- just a little disoriented is all,” 

It wasn’t entirely a lie. There was simply so much going on at once. All of the movement around you didn’t make things any easier. 

Cocoa’s smile wilted to give way to concern. 

“Well, why don’t you come take a seat with me on one of the benches… Dandy said there’s a game starting soon- I’d hate for you to not feel your best and have to sit out for it,” 

The rabbit toon took a half step closer, but overall remained a respectable distance from you. 

You almost deny her on the spot, but you aren’t given the chance as the music suddenly falls quieter- Dandy standing near the center of the room calling for everyone to gather for the game. Most toons did. Others only glanced at him to give him some attention- still on the fence of whether they would participate. Some simply remained at their previous activity. 

“Sunflower,” Cocoa said softly. 

“It’ll be fine-! Knowing Dandy, he’ll let me skip it if it’s something too intense,” You lightly wave her off as you shuffle towards the crowd. Her nose twitched for a second before stilling.

“Well…” She took a step to remain at your side. “You know yourself best, but don’t force yourself if it’s too much,” 

You bite back the urge to tell her to do the same. One could only imagine how much was weighing on her shoulders with her constant habit of lending a paw to other toons. Speaking of her paws, one of them found itself on your shoulder. A silent attempt to keep you steady and from walking into another toon.�� 

As you and Cocoa make it to the group there was already some chatter.

“-Seven minutes in heaven? What are we, a bunch of-” Gigi speaks up only to be lightly elbowed by Connie- who’s gaze was only somewhat obviously fixed on a certain lamp toon. 

Eggson grumbled something about never hearing about the game- mildly annoyed that “you young people are always making things up so fast”, at least something along those lines over the overlapped chatter. 

Dandy somewhat patiently waited for the talk to die down; one of his brows growing tense as the talk continued to carry on. The flower cleared his throat loud enough to cut through the crowd and regain everyone’s attention. “If you don’t want to play, by all means you can sit this one out! We’ve got all night to play other games,” 

The basket he had been holding finds itself in his hands again… and a few groans and “ohs” come from the crowd as the dots are finally put together. 

The basket is raised higher, almost like a flowery spectacle. Some petals- whether paper or genuine- fell off the sides of the basket and floated lazily to the floor below. The poor thing looked absolutely stuffed to the brim- the only thing covering the items inside was a checkered pastel cloth. 

Dandy shifted the basket by the handle to push his point. 

And his eyes suddenly landed right on you. Snapped to you more like it. Several pairs of eyes drifted to you. 

“Dewdrop! I don’t think I’ve gotten something from you to put in, so that makes you first up I suppose!” 

His tone didn’t at all make it sound like he accidentally skipped you. The flower took a step closer with the basket. “Of course, you don’t have to join the game, but,’ 

Cocoa’s paw shifted on your shoulder and you glanced at her for half a second. She looked a cross between worried and supportive. Whatever choice you made you knew she would allow. She was helpful, but she always did her best to not impose. 

The basket creaked pathetically as Dandy held it out in front of you- and without giving it much more thought your hand reached forward.

How bad could the outcome be? It’s not like there were rules for the game outside of spending seven minutes with another toon. 

“By the way, you’ll all be spending your seven minutes in the gift shop- figured it was best to give the players privacy,” Dandy smiled at you as your fingers brushed past the cloth. The grin stretched as he looked to Vee. “You wouldn’t mind setting a timer, would you?” 

The tv scoffed, and muttered something. 

You push your hand in deeper… and all eyes are on you…

Your fingers wrap around something, and you pull out…

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Moments with the Justice League: Powerless Atom [Part 2] | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician

Synopsis: Inspired by Batman the Brave and the Bold S3 Ep10. During her visit to the Watchtower, Vivian witnesses one of the heroes being a total ass to Batman. Easter egg to Agatha Harkness in this chapter.

Next time, be a hero by remembering you’re not.

The wise words of Natham Adams, also known as Captain Atom.

Vivian cringed when she saw the commercial first then, and she still cringed when she saw it being presented to her and the other Leaguers in the Tower with the very Captain Atom. 

“I didn’t think it was possible,” Aquaman, Arthur Curry, said.

“What? That he’s just as obnoxious in real life as he is on TV?” Vivian muttered.

“That, and that he’s worse than Booster Gold.”

“I’d take Gold right now for any mission,” she turned to Bruce. “You sure you need me for this one? I can endorse you to a lovely demon who can give you a hand.”

“Don’t worry, your job here is finished, I’ll have Cyborg open a Boomtube for you. You won’t be working with him,” said Batman. “And you know I wouldn’t bring you to this if I could help it.”

“I know, I was just joking,” she got on her toes and kissed his cheek. 

“Looks like the JLA’s newest member fits right into it.”

“I didn’t know cocky was one of the requirements to be in the JLA…”

“Nice team you set up, Manhunter,” said Atom, finally finished with his gloating, and joined them. “Well almost.”

“The Professor is a consultant for the Justice League for the supernatural element, and she’s not part of the mission,” said Batman. 

“I’m all into that—the voodoo and abracadabra.”

Vivian raised a brow.

“I meant it’s almost perfect but for our non-super friend here,” he patted Batman’s shoulder.

“Excuse you?” Vivian said.

“Come on, the guy has no superpowers, not even a lame one. Yet everyone here thinks he is the greatest superhero in the universe.”

Vivian was about to walk up to the guy and put him in his place but Bruce held her arm. It wasn’t worth it, was what he meant. A fist appeared before Bruce’s face, Atom had his red gloved fist at Batman and said, “Boom, you’re dead. Boom, you’re dead again.”

Vivian knew she had no right to complain, but fuck it, if she was going to have another minute with this noob who is so full of himself insult Bruce again, she was going to open a gate to Hell and kick him into it.

“You are crossing a line,” Manhunter faced Atom.

“He already has,” Vivian muttered.

“Even the villains buy into it, otherwise he would have been squashed the moment he stepped out of Gotham,” said Atom. “But he’ll make an awesome cop.”

Batman only hummed in annoyance  as a response. 

“But to be a superhero? That takes superpowers. I bet that’s why he brought his girlfriend over too.”

Before Vivian could walk up to him, Bruce led her away from Atom and to the deck where Cyborg was.

“It’s not worth it,” Bruce told her. “I might be able to come home tonight.”

“I know, I’ll tell Jason… hey be careful out there.”

Batman smiled and had his arms on her waist. Cyborg had to act as if he wasn’t in the room and focus on his work. It was already a surprise that his supposed professor was in the Watchtower and has powers and was dating Batman, this is just awkward: being a front row audience to their PDA. No, what really makes it weird was the fact Batman has this side of him.

“I will, I’m not as incompetent as Atom says I am,” Batman jokes.

“I know, and you’re still the greatest superhero there is.”

Cyborg coughed.

“Cyborg too. He’s also a great superhero,” Vivian laughed. 

“I’ll take that,” Cyborg said. “I have the Boomtube ready, Professor.”

Vivian placed a kiss on Bruce’s lips before, making Cyborg look away. “Come home, and if you ever need a human shield, I suggest you use Captain Asshole.”

Bruce had to let her go and watched as Vivian disappeared to the Boomtube. Once she was gone, silence came to the room.

“So, uh…” Cyborg began.

“Our team will be heading out to investigate another incident. We might need another Boomtube,” said Batman.

Right, just like any other day, it never happened.

~ * ~

Vivian and Jason were having a movie night when she got the call from Batman to come to the Watchtower. She apologized to Jason and said they’ll continue to watch when she gets back but the boy jumped from the couch and followed her to her and Bruce’s room insisting he comes along.

“Fine,” Vivian sighed. “Just make it quick, Batman wants us there now.”

“I’ll go get my uniform!” Jason ran to his room.

As Vivian and Jason got to the living room wearing appropriate clothes, and met with Alfred who held up her red coat, a Boomtube appeared in the very center. Batman stepped out.

“Welcome back, Sir,” said Alfred.

“We won’t be staying long,” he told Alfred, then to Vivian, “It’s…”

“On a scale of one to ten, how serious is it?”

“Worldwise? One. Captain Asshole? Ten.”

“Oh! Now I’m curious,” Vivian walked with Jason through the Boomtube and the three of them stepped into the Watchtower deck where she was greeted by Aquaman, Manhunter, and Natham Adams. Not Captain Atom, but Natham Adams.

“I think I got the gist,” Vivian said to Batman. 

“Yeah.”

“He’s Captain Asshole?” Jason said, and Vivian covered his mouth. 

“Kids, am I right?” she laughed. “So, shall we move to the infirmary?”

~ * ~

The enemy their team faced was a magician who was stealing some artifacts from STAR Labs. Atom thought it was a good idea to face the supernatural on his own until he blasted the witch with his powers and it was stolen from him. 

“Interesting,” Vivian smirked. “That old witch… say, did you ever piss off a woman with black hair and has a cranky and snarky attitude?”

“Is that even a question you should be asking?” Aquaman raised a brow at her. Obviously he has.

“Scratch that, she’s always pissed with everyone,” Vivian waved her hand away and the runes disappeared. “Good news and bad news.”

“Good news first,” said Batman.

“I know who took your magic, and I got her calling card.”

“Great, you can make her give me back my powers!” Atom got up from the bed, commanding her.

“Hold your horses Captain A,” Vivian raised her hand at him. “Bad news… Agnes O’Connor, aka the witch who did this to you, is a powerful witch who is also known as the Witch Killer. She would kill witches by taking their power and life force for herself and for her demon lord. The chances of me surviving an encounter with her is near zero.”

“Then what use are you!?”

“Hey, watch it!” Jason sneered at Atom.

“But if I, let’s say, have her over to a neutral ground, like Midnite’s, I can try to strike a deal with her.”

Batman didn’t like it when Vivian dealt with deals. Deals in dark magic always have a price. “What kind?”

“The usual. My soul, my power, she might even sell me to my headache down below, who knows.”

“We’ll find another way to get Atom's powers,” said Batman.

“If she is your way to get them, why wouldn’t we take it?!” Atom glared at Batman. “You don’t get to be selfish in this line of work.”

“I’m not… but not when it comes to Vivian. Not when it comes to my family.”

“Don’t worry about me, it’s not me she’ll be dealing with. She’ll be dealing with Captain A,” Vivian smirked.

“I’ll do it. What’s the worst she could do?” Atom said to her.

This time, she grinned. “Oh, this isn’t like poker with your chips and cash… we—my people—we deal with souls and service. There are those who never get to live the days of their freedom because they’re bound to the witch they’ve struck a deal with for their entire life. Are you ready for that?”

There was a moment of hesitation in Atom’s eyes.

“I’ll leave to think it out. While you do, I’ll try to find Agnes. Can I take Jason with me?” 

Batman left Atom’s side and followed Vivian and Jason as they left the infirmary and were walking hand-in-hand down the hall to where Cyborg was.

“Viv, what are you doing?” Batman told her.

“Finding Agnes.”

“No, it’s too dangerous, and I doubt Atom has the ego to be some old witch’s errand boy.”

“Trust me, by the time he comes to his senses and wants to meet with the witch, I’ve already set up the meeting place with Midnite and her. Don’t worry about it.”

She was learning. Even he knew Atom would take the deal if it meant getting his powers back. 

“Jason and I are just going to make a few calls, and a couple of ravens to visit. We can take the Batmobile, right?”

“No.”

Vivian and Jason sighed and the two turned to each other, “I tried.”

“No you didn’t,” said Jason.

“We’ll be waiting at home… and I’m going to teach Jason how to play poker.”

“I already know how!” 

“Well, you, me and Alfred will be playing poker until Captain Asshole finally comes to his senses and submits to an eternity of becoming Agnes O’Connor’s errand boy… we’ll be waiting for you, my love. Don’t take too long!”

She walked ahead, turning to the deck where Cyborg usually worked.

~ * ~

It took twenty-four hours before she got another call from Batman that they were coming to the cave. Vivian and Jason got dressed and went down just as the Boomtube appeared and Batman, Aquaman, and Captain Atom stepped out. With Atom wearing a costume that had his symbol.

“Take me to the witch,” said Atom.

Vivian smirked. “She’s on her way to Midnite’s.”

“Already set up the meeting? You knew I’d go for it?”

“Once someone gets a taste of power, they never want to go back to being as they were before. But are you sure you’re ready for it? She’ll be dealing with you, not me. I’m just the mediator.”

“I am.”

“Great! But I doubt we’ll fit in the car…”

“We’ll use the Boomtube,” said Batman and opened another portal, this time it will take them to the club.

~ * ~

Entering the club was tricky, with Vivian having to negotiate with Pyotr about letting the supers in, but after a little bribe and answering the card, they were in. 

“What is this place?” Atom said in horror as he saw the vampires and other creatures drinking, dancing, and fucking everywhere. The entire time they walked, Vivian had her hands on Jason’s eyes.

“Viv, I come on!” Jason whined.

“A neutral ground for the occult,” a woman with long black hair wearing a purple dress appeared before them. She smirked when she saw Atom and then Vivian. “Vivian Pryor, I got your message,” she conjured the tarot card that was the Three of Swords. Flipping it over, she showed the symbol of Midnite’s club and Vivian’s sigil at the bottom. “What a surprise, I never expected Madeline Pryor’s daughter to come to me. Your mother made an effort to keep away.”

“Agnes, looking,” Vivian greeted. “Shall we continue our talks in Midnite’s shop? I booked it just for us.”

Agnes looked at her then looped her arm around Vivian’s as they walked down the club and towards the closed doors. “You’ve grown. Last I saw you, you were… Well, you’re just a teen who thought she could take over the world with her mediocre power. Say, I haven’t felt that in a while now. Finally lost it?”

“Maybe I just got better.”

“Oh, I doubt it. If you had, you wouldn’t be setting up this little meeting and just make me give Captain Asshole’s powers again.”

They came to the door. Vivian and Agatha showed the card that had Midnite’s sigil and their own, and they were let through by the guards, with the members of the JLA and Robin with them. Crossing the threshold, they were transported to a quieter place and at the other side of town, for some reason.

“I have the back room for you ladies,” Midnite pointed to the curtains. “Do not make a mess.”

“We won’t, Papa Midnite,” Vivian gave him a wad of cash for payment.

The room was big enough for their crowd, Agnes made herself comfortable at head seat but neither of the League sat, nor did Vivian and Jason. 

“The boy’s yours?” Agnes pointed to Jason. “Good, start ‘em young.”

Vivian frowned, leaning down, she whispered to Jason: “Hey, go wait with Midnite.”

“But I want to be here with you,” said Jason.

“Please, Robin.” She wasn’t risking Jason for anything. She knew Agnes’ reputation with children, they were a currency for her and her demon lord.

“Fine,” Jason walked out of the room, closing the door after him. 

“You’ve grown soft,” Agnes said to her. “I guess it’s straight to business, huh? My answer: No.”

“What were you doing in STAR Labs?” Batman questioned.

“Oh, you know, window shopping,” Agnes shrugged.

“You blasted all the windows until there was nothing left,” Aquaman pointed out.

“I take window shopping very seriously.”

Atom slammed his hands on the table. “We came here for one reason, and one reason only! I want my powers back!”

Vivian sighed and pulled up a chair for herself and sat down. A wave of a hand she had the wine from Midnite’s shelf and had it pour into two glasses—one for her and one for Agnes.

“You were right about him, he is Captain Asshole,” Agnes accepted the wine.

“I warned you about it,” said Vivian. “He’s all yours, High Priestess.”

Agnes hummed. “What if I don’t want to deal with him?” She turned to Vivian.

“You are, lady! I want my powers ba—”

A wave of a hand from Agnes and Atom’s mouth disappeared. “Shush now, the adults are talking,” she told him. “I don’t deal with lowlives, Pryor.”

“He’s the one with the deal,” Batman told her. “Not her.”

Before Agnes could cast a spell at him, Vivian placed a protection spell on Batman and Aquaman. “They’re off limits.”

“Especially this one,” Agnes gestured to Batman. “Your magic is all over him. You’re all over him. You have good taste, I can’t say with your mother… She had a good deal with your dad, but really? A mortal?”

“There is a line, Agnes,” Vivian sneered. “We came for Atom’s power.”

Agnes smirked. “He can have it back but not for free,” she turned to the Leaguers, “Your teammates was a little—he was a bitch and he pissed me off.”

“What’s the price? And let’s skip the whole, I want his soul, we both know he won’t do that.”

“Fine… just so you know STAR Labs has a very important tablet that I need.”

“For what?”

“A personal project. None of your business.”

“It’s your business if it has something to do with the end of the world, Agnes.”

“Nothing world ending, I promise.”

“I’m sure the Justice League can lend it to you on the weekends. Shared custody.”

“Then he can have his powers on the weekends. Shared custody.”

Batman approached the table. “She can have it until she finishes her work.”

“Then he gets his powers only when I have it.”

Vivian groaned and ran her hand through her hair. “Why do you need his powers?”

“I don’t. He just pissed me off,” Agnes flipped off Atom.

“He pisses all of us! But we didn’t take his powers. We lend you the tablet until your work is done, and you give Atom’s powers back.”

“Oh, Vivi, you didn’t take it because you’re good. You didn’t take it because you can’t. I know a binding spell when I see one,” Agnes smirked. “Demons whisper in the Pits, and the rumors of Mammon have reached my lord demon’s ears.”

Vivian glared at her. “I’m starting to think maybe Nathan Adam can live off without his powers.”

Atom argued, he tried to protest but without a mouth it was just muffles.

“He’s trying to say something,” Agnes lifted the spell, returning Atom’s powers. 

“I’ll do anything!” Atom exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Ye–”

“Nathan, think this through, making deals with a witch can cost more than just your powers. It can cost your life,” Vivian told him.

“What is it she wants? I want my powers,” said Atom.

“That’s what we’re trying to do here. Negotiate,” Vivian returned to Agnes. “What will it take?”

Agnes sighed, exasperatedly, and said, “How about I pull a little something from mommy’s book? I want you to use that little power you have and activate that tablet.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to or because you can’t? What is that tablet anyway?”

Agnes avoided the question but Batman answered, “It is said to be some ritual that old tribes would use to seal power. Monsters. Or that’s what STAR Labs interpreted it tobe.”

Vivian smirked. “You want to seal away your demon,” Agnes remained silent. “But you can’t because you can’t harm your own Lord Demon… Fine, you can have me for this deal.”

“Vivian, don’t—”

“I’ll exorcise your demon, but you give Atom’s powers back. Deal?”

Agnes looked at her outstretched hand, pondering for a moment. “Deal,” they shook hands.

~ * ~

“Vivian, this is insane!” Bruce said as he watched Vivian and Midnite draw a circle made out of salt around Agnes. “I told you, I wouldn’t risk your life for this!”

Finished with the circle, Vivian turned to him and said, “This isn’t about Atom anymore… it’s helping someone… Agnes can be a bitch but she doesn’t deserve that demon. No one deserves to be haunted or hunted by anything… So, it’s not for him. It’s for her. Okay?” 

Stiffly, Bruce nodded and stepped back. He brought with him Jason and hid Robin behind him and Aquaman. Agnes did say the demon has a thing for eating children.

She took the bible from Midnite and they both faced the bound woman.

“What about my powers?” Atom asked.

“Shut up!” The three magicians exclaimed.

“Ready?” Midnite asked her.

“Da locum, dirissime, da locum, impiisssime, da locum Christo, in quo nihil invenisti de operibus tuis: qui te spoliavit, qui regnum tuum destruxit, qui te victum ligavit, et vasa tua diripuit.”

Agnes shook violently in the circle. Hissing in every word of the spell casted. The circle burned bright red with hell fire, but as Vivian continued the spell it turned gold—the blessed flames of the Phoenix—and Agnes screamed in pain. 

From her body, as Vivian and Midnite continued the exorcism prayer, a shadow of a figure wreathed in agony. The old witch started to cough and vomit all over the floor, first the wine, then blood, then a hand burst out of her.

“Jesus!” Atom gasped in horror.

The hand reached out and crawled its way out of Agnes until its slithering body was out and formed on the floor, standing. Leaving the witch unconscious. The demon looked at Vivian menacingly and roared at her.

“Pryor… you dare take me from my host!” Said the demon.

“What is your name?” Vivian ordered.

“I will carve out your insides and eat them myself!” 

“I order you to give me your name!”

“Agilieth!” Agnes choked out. “Lord Agilieth!”

“You bitch!” Agilieth was about to take Agnes but then Vivian continued the spell.

“Visita, quaesumus, Domine, habitationem istam, et omnes insidias inimici ab ea longe repelle. Exi ergo, Agilieth. Plene omni dolo et fallacia, virtutis inimici, innocentium persecutor, Agilieth. Visita, quaesumus, Domine! Run along and fuck off back to hell.”

The demon burned in hell fire and disappeared from the shop and the mortal world.

Midnite sighed. “That took care of it. You all done? Clean that up.”

Vivian snapped her fingers and the vomit disappeared from the ground. Squatting down, she looked at Agnes with an expectant look. The woman can’t leave the circle until the deal was done.

“Fine,” said Agnes and pointed her hand at Atom who she blasted with a powerful magic, sending the man through the door and out the shop. “It’s done. Stop gloating, Pryor, it doesn’t suit you.”

Vivian got up and held out her hand to the older witch but Agnes brushed it off and got up herself. “I’m leaving Gotham.”

“Good,” said Batman.

Glancing at Vivian, Agnes said, “You’re not bad, kid… you’re just like your mother, in some ways. She was good. Really good.” She stepped out of the circle and disappeared into the night.

Atom came back to the shop, his powers back. “Thank you, I guess,” he said to Vivian. 

“Please, say that again, but add ‘Thank you, you are the most powerful witch there is,’” Vivian held out her phone that was recording.

“Hey, she did you a favor,” Jason spoke up.

Batman and Aquaman only looked at him, smirking.

Atom sighed.

~ * ~

“That humbled Atom a bit,” Vivian said as she saw the latest commercial with Captain Atom. “all it takes is a good demon and a witch to put you back in your place.”

It was a Sunday and in the afternoon. The couple were having a lovely time doing nothing in the Manor and just watching television. Jason was doing his homework upstairs, and Alfred some chores.

“Did his attitude improve?” Vivian asked Bruce as he joined her in the couch. He had her lay down on him as he took the corner. 

“A little,” Bruce said. “And for some reason, his ringtone is ‘Batman’s wife saved my ass from a little demon’, over and over.”

“Oh! I forgot!” Vivian took her phone and called Atom’s phone, for the tenth time that day, it rang for a couple of minutes before she ended it. “Just a little spell, and no matter how many times he try to put it back to its original settings. He can’t.”

Bruce laughed and then kissed her lips. “You are one hell of a witch.”

“And you’re the greatest superhero there is, Batman.” She kissed him again, this time, she maneuvered to straddle him, and was directly on his crotch, and Bruce welcomed her advances.

“GOD! ALFRED, THEY’RE DOING IT AGAIN IN THE LIVING ROOM!” Jason stormed back up the stairs.

Vivian and Bruce laughed but they still continued kissing each other.

[vintageshanny]

Waiting for Love - Part Ten

Is This It?

Content: April 1971-August 1972, smut, fluff, and angst (as promised).

Thank you to everyone who’s still reading this. 😘 This is more angst than I usually write, and I’d love to hear any thoughts or feedback! ❤️

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

April 1971

“So how long can I stay?” Vivien whispered as she played with the tendrils of chest hair escaping Elvis’ pajama top. She was delighted to find a few stray silver ones mixed in. It was like finding four-leaf clovers in a patch of shamrocks.

“Actually baby, I told ‘Cilla I’d fly out ta LA tonight so I can spend Easter with her, I-I-I mean with Lisa,” he corrected quickly.

“So is this it?” Vivien asked softly. “Is this how it will be forever? Just a day together here and there?”

Elvis sighed a little bit, trying not to let his exasperation show. “Baby, I’ve told ya, it ain’t gonna be like this much longer. I jus’ need ta get the timin’ right. Ever’thing’s more complicated when you’re in the public eye.”

“I know, I’m sorry I need you to keep reminding me.” Vivien laid her head on his chest, feeling the soft thud of his heartbeat echo through her eardrum, sending its sweet rhythm into her own body.

“Ya ain’t gotta be sorry, baby. I know it’s hard. Us havin’ ta be apart just means our love knows its own depths, remember?”

Vivien nodded at the familiar words and breathed in deeply, trying to inhale every molecule of his being so she could take him home with her.

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January 1, 1972

Vivien was startled out of her sleep by a pounding at the door. What in the world? She glanced in the mirror as she headed toward the door. Her face was still streaked with dried tears, and vague memories of crying herself to sleep the night before came flooding back. Another year of being a kept woman, only seeing her love while his wife was away or for a few nights at a time during his Vegas residencies. Last year at this time, she’d felt so hopeful that things would change soon. Now it felt like she was trapped in this cycle of elation and torment forever.

“I’m coming!” she called out as the pounding grew more adamant. She knew it must be Roxanne, Elvis, or a drunken neighbor pounding on the wrong door. She flung open the door to find Elvis standing there, his own face a mixture of emotions. It almost looked like he’d been crying too, but he wasted no time in closing the door behind him, pinning her up against it, and sticking his tongue in her mouth, his hands wandering over her body through her thin cotton nightgown.

“Woah, Elvis, what’s going on?” Vivien gasped when he finally came up for air.

“It’s time, baby. You’ve been so patient, and it’s time,” he whispered into her ear, still holding her body tightly. “Priscilla said she wants a divorce. I knew she was almost there, and I needed it to be her idea so I’m not the bad guy.”

Vivien’s mouth hung open in shock at this news. “Oh, Elvis! Are, are you okay?” she asked as she tried to keep her excitement at bay, her first thought always for him.

“All I wanna do is be with you, Vivien. I’ve never loved or been loved like this before.” He locked the deadbolt and walked her back toward the bedroom, never once letting go of his grasp on her.

“We can really be together now? Me and you?” Vivien could feel the reality setting in as he pulled her nightgown over her head and laid her gently on the bed.

“Me and you, baby. Forever.”

Vivien propped her pillows up against the headboard and leaned back so she could get a full view of Elvis as he stripped off his clothes. Usually he was somewhat shy about undressing, but tonight he seemed so eager. She could see that he wasn’t fully erect yet, so she reached out to touch him as he climbed up on the bed and straddled her legs with his own muscular thighs.

“Oh God, Vivien,” Elvis moaned as she pumped her hand, his foreskin rolling gently with the movement. “I jus’ wanna make love to ya so badly, baby. Ya still been takin’ those pills, right?”

“Of course,” Vivien whispered as Elvis spread her legs open and lined himself up to enter her.

“Baby, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this moment for so long. Ya officially belong ta me now, okay?” Elvis thrust gently up inside of her, her tight little hole inviting him in, coating him with arousal, stretching around him.

“Elvis, I’ve always belonged to you,” Vivien responded breathily, trying to savor every moment of this feeling. The way he filled her so completely, her body and soul craved his presence inside of her. “I need you,” she moaned.

“I-I-I need ya too baby,” Elvis stuttered out as he began to pulse inside of her, thrusting harder. As he made sure she was taken care of, a single tear rolled down his cheek and plopped onto Vivien’s shoulder. She smiled up at him lovingly and brushed the wetness from his cheek with her fingers.

“I love you so much.” She wished she could stay wrapped in the warmth of this lovemaking forever, all the conflicted emotions of a dying relationship left safely on the other side of the door.

*************************************************

August 1972

“So you’re really going on another tour without me?” Vivien tried to hide the hurt and pain in her voice.

“C’mon now honey, ya know I like ta have ya waitin’ for me when I get home. It gives me somethin’ ta look forward to.” Elvis grabbed her hand and stroked it softly in an attempt to reassure her. “Plus it’s not really a tour, it’s jus’ another boring residency in Vegas.”

Vivien bit down on her tongue, trying to will the tears away that she could feel springing to her eyes. “And who do you have waiting for you out on the road?” The acidity in her voice surprised even her, and she could see immediately from the stony look in Elvis’ eyes that she had crossed the line with this bold accusation.

“Hmm.” Elvis made a strained grunting noise in his throat as he dropped her hand and rose to leave the room.

“Elvis, wait, I-” Vivien tried to apologize but faltered when she could find no sincere words to say she was sorry for asking what felt like a perfectly valid question at this point.

“I ain’t got time for this mess right now, Vivien.” His jaw clenched as he looked back at her, trying the best he could to control his temper. “We can talk about it when I get back home.”

As he walked out the door, Vivien felt the hot tears start to slide down her cheeks.

*************************************************

“Rox?” Vivien’s voice came out as a pathetic little whimper.

“Vivien? What’s wrong, honey? What happened?” Roxanne breathed anxiously into the pale yellow phone receiver.

“I just, I don’t think I can do this anymore. With him. It shouldn’t be this hard, right?”

“Oh, Viv, I’m so sorry. Relationships can be hard, though, and it’s not like yours has been smooth sailing from the beginning.”

“I know,” Vivien sniffled as the tears kept flowing down her cheeks. “But it was supposed to be easier once he left her. I thought I made it through the hard part. He was supposed to be mine now. But he never really will be all mine, will he?”

“Well, I think you fell in love with someone who sort of belongs to the world, y’know? But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you and need you and want you, Viv.” Roxanne kept her tone soothing, even as she tried to wrap her mind around how it must feel to constantly see other women throwing themselves at your boyfriend. She didn’t know if she could do it, either.

“Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t want me around. At first he wanted me with him every second, but then it’s like something changed. He did two short tours without me, and now he’s back in Vegas again. I wasn’t invited.” Vivien couldn’t stop the bitterness from creeping into her voice.

“That really stinks Viv, but he did just get separated not too long ago and he’s probably trying to figure out his feelings. Plus it’s not like Priscilla really went on tour with him, right?”

“Exactly! Because he didn’t like having her around,” Vivien retorted.

“I just mean-”

“Why are you defending him?” Vivien snapped. “Can’t you just be on my side? Or are you trying to get in his bed too?” Vivien gasped at the words that flew out of her own mouth.

“Woah, Vivien, that’s not it,” Roxanne tried to keep her tone steady, but an icy edge had crept in.

“I’m so sorry, Rox. I didn’t mean that, I know you would never do that. I just, he’s making me crazy.” Vivien’s voice trembled again.

“I can tell, Viv.” Roxanne softened her tone at the apology. “I was just trying to talk you down, but you know I’m always on your side. If you need a break from there, from him, you know you can always come stay with me. Even if it’s just to clear your head for a little bit.”

“Thanks, Rox. I might do that.” Vivien’s head felt a little clearer already just at the thought of a break from the once-again deserted Graceland.

*************************************************

“Elvis!”

Elvis turned his head at the familiar sound, wondering if he was just hearing things after an intense performance. He wiped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his paisley shirt as he looked around. There was no mistaking it a second time.

“Larry?” Elvis asked incredulously. “Larry! How’ve ya been?” He pulled his old friend into an embrace as if no time had passed.

“I’m good, man! I’ve missed our talks, though.”

“Me too,” Elvis said sheepishly, hanging his head slightly. “Y’know it wasn’t me, I-I-I mean I didn’t-”

“I know, man. I could see the evil forces at work,” Larry reassured.

Relieved, Elvis cleared his throat and jumped ahead to his usual mode of apology. “Hey, I got somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ ta give ya.” He led Larry through his suite and into the large master bedroom. After rummaging around in his jewelry case, he pulled out a large gold ring with a deep emerald stone. “Ah, I knew it was in here somewhere.” A big grin spread across his face as he pressed the gaudy ring into Larry’s palm. “The tranquility of the emerald made me think of ya.”

Larry nodded and accepted what he knew was a heartfelt apology. He didn’t really blame Elvis for icing him out five years ago; he knew it was the hold of the Colonel’s influence. Still, it was nice to know he’d been thought of.

“Speaking of tranquility, how have ya been, man? I hear you and Priscilla separated?”

Elvis ducked his head in a slight nod as his jaw tightened. “It was a long time comin,’” he muttered. “Although I’m sure ya know that better than most. Ya know she made me burn most of my spiritual books? I managed ta hide a few away, but it was a sad day, man, I’ll tell ya for sure.”

“Well, we can just rebuild your library,” Larry said calmly, although he was inwardly seething at Priscilla’s actions. In his mind, she’d always fought against Elvis’ growth. “It should feel like a weight off your shoulders for it to finally be over, right?” Larry studied Elvis’ expression as he asked the question. “It looks like you still feel conflicted, though.”

Elvis furrowed his brow in thought and twisted one of the heavy gold rings on his finger. “Nah, not conflicted ‘bout her really. I mean, I-I-I miss havin’ my family together, but we ain’t really been together in a long time. It’s jus’ that I , uh, I-I found out that she left me for some other guy, a-a-and it’s really messed up my head.”

“And what about you? Have you been seeing anyone special?” Larry tread carefully, knowing Elvis would not view his own affairs and Priscilla’s in the same light.

Elvis’ expression softened a bit as images of his Vivien sprang to mind - the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him, how she hung on his every word, the feel of her soft lips around his…” Elvis drifted back to the present moment to find Larry still waiting for an answer.

“Vivien,” he whispered softly, as though her name alone might convey everything he was feeling.

“Vivien,” Larry repeated with a smile. “How long have you been seeing her?”

“Uh, ‘bout two years,” Elvis admitted. “I-I-I knew in my heart that this thing with Priscilla, that it was jus’ a matter of time, y’know? And Vivien, she’s everything I’ve been lookin’ for, I really mean that, Larry. She’s beautiful, she’s warm and affectionate, she wants ta be a wife and mother. I fell in love right away when she had a copy of The Prophet with her at the movie theater.”

“That’s great, man! I’m happy for you.” Larry smiled and looked around the suite for signs of a woman staying there. “So where is she? I’d love to meet her.”

Elvis lowered his head and mumbled, “Uh, w-w-well, she’s at Graceland right now. I, uh, told her to jus’ wait for me there.” His jaw tightened again as he remembered their argument right before he left.

“Did she not want to come and be with you?” Larry asked in surprise, hoping this wasn’t just another fling that Elvis had built up in his mind.

“Naw, it’s not like that, she did wanna come, but I told her not to.” Elvis blushed a little bit as he continued. “I mean, I told ya man, this thing with ‘Cilla and this other guy, it’s got me all messed up. What if this happens again? I fall hard and then she decides I’m not, y’know, not enough for her? Or not what she wants? I can’t live up ta this image, ta these expectations all the time.”

Larry nodded in understanding, remembering a previous conversation they’d had where Elvis admitted his discomfort with being thought of as a sex symbol. Elvis might not admit it to the guys in so many words, but Larry knew he felt insecure at times. “Has she ever indicated she might be, um, disappointed in some way?” He didn’t want to push too hard after being back in Elvis’ life for all of five minutes, but he knew none of the other guys would say anything to actually help Elvis deal with his issues.

“No,” Elvis admitted. “She always jus’ tells me how amazing I am. I’ll tell ya, Larry, I’ve actually never felt so connected ta someone physically like this. When we’re, uh, bein’ intimate, it’s like a spiritual experience. She had never been with a man before. It was so beautiful when she gave herself ta me.”

“That doesn’t sound like someone who might feel disappointed and want another man,” Larry pointed out. He decided against adding on that four weeks alone would be more likely to make a woman seek another companion.

“Well, ya might be right about that, but I still didn’t know if it was right ta bring her. I worry about her bein’ able to deal with my life, seein’ the way these fans act around me, the way the guys can get on tour. I’ve been down this road before where a woman wants ta own me and gets real hurt when she doesn’t understand how I have ta live. We’ve already had a couple arguments cuz she don’t understand why I need all my medications.”

“I don’t know, Elvis,” Larry started out thoughtfully. “You’re saying this woman is different. Everything you’ve told me makes it seem like you two are really in love. Maybe you should give her more of a chance to show that she understands how crazy your life can get. And as for the medications, it sounds like she’s just worried about you. That’s not a bad thing to have someone care so much. It sounds like you’re letting your feelings about Priscilla sabotage a beautiful relationship with the right person.”

Elvis sat contemplating for a few minutes before responding. “Lawrence, I think you’re right. Vivien is completely different from ‘Cilla. I should be embracing how much we enjoy each other’s company. See, this is why I need ya back in my circle, man. Let’s talk about ya doin’ my hair again.”

*************************************************

Vivien heard a car pull up right as she was pulling her two suitcases down the steps to the foyer. She hoped the guard wouldn’t be in trouble for letting Roxanne in as she’d instructed.

“Vivien?”

Oh shoot. That was definitely not Roxanne’s voice.

“What’s all this? Where are ya goin’?” Elvis almost sounded more hurt than angry as he took in the suitcases and processed what was happening.

“You’re not supposed to be back for another week,” Vivien mumbled, as if this was somehow an answer to his question.

“I came back ta get ya. I missed ya so much, baby.” Elvis stepped toward her, but she quickly grabbed her bags when she heard another car pull up.

“Elvis, I just need a break. I can’t sit here for weeks at a time and wonder why you don’t want me around.”

She glanced at his face long enough to see his expression turn icy, although his eyes seemed to be brimming with tears. She quickly headed for the door, knowing he was about to explode with rage or tears. She wasn’t sure if she had it in her to stay and find out which.

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[spectral-phases]

Another thing I need people to stop just saying like it's the truth is that Bruce picked up Tim as Robin immediately after Jason died, or that Tim forced his way into being Robin.

Now, of course, there is the caveat that Jason can come back into town thinking that it was the case, he was dead and Talia informed him of the changes in Gotham, so we don't know how accurately he was informed. Another caveat is that Tim can grow up thinking he forced his way into it because he does argue for it at a point, but I need no one else who had a fully developed mind and was there saying it. Okay? Okay.

So, let's tackle the first one. Jason Todd gets an official death certificate in the Daedalus and Icarus Annual explaining how he came back showing his date of death as 4/27/19xx (since comics are always meant to be contemporary unless stated otherwise, we can just ignore the year). The DC Encyclopedia had a death certificate too, but it had a lot of odd details, not least his height and weight being more in line for a 10 year old than a 15 year old (the Titans comic put his height at 5'4" when he died), so I'm going to use the comics certificates over that when they conflict, but the Batman Annual also lists his date of death as 4/27 (why is it a Gotham City Death Certificate when he died in Ethiopia? I have no clue).

(Batman Annual 25)

(New Titans Vol 1 55)

(DC Encyclopedia)

Tim Drake appears after Jason dies when Bruce Wayne is going a little crazy as Batman. He specifically shows up during a break week from school.

(Batman 1940 #441)

Given that he could only have a Break Week feasibly in November for teacher conferences, December for Christmas/New Year's, or March/April for Easter, and the greenery outside show that it's neither November nor December, he's therefore shown up for his Spring Break. Since that would never be after April 27th, then he has to be there at least the first Spring Break following Jason's death, so about a year later.

He shows up and begs Dick to become Robin again to save Bruce from himself.

(Batman 1940 #441)

You see, this is interesting. He's explaining all his best qualities, not as a way to say "I'm right for the job" but to awkwardly (as only Tim Drake can) explain how much Batman and Robin mean to him, and how much they've influenced his life, to show how committed he is to this idea to back-up his assessment that Batman needs Dick as Robin again.

Dick is very adamant in his refusal to step back into the Robin role.

(Batman 1940 #441)

Both Alfred and Dick(Maybe? unless it's just Alfred being the drama again, but Dick did leave his old Robin costume out on the side before leaving) suggest Tim should pick up the costume. And he does only hours later, when Dick and Batman's signals have disappeared after going to confront Two-Face. Tim is feeling guilt over Nightwing possibly being dead because he got involved, he's worried sick about his heroes, and Tim has to go help because he is not built for sitting back and worrying.

(Batman 1940 #442)

At this point, he does start trying to convince both himself and Batman that he should be Robin, but only seriously after Alfred and Dick start hyping Tim up as well. Bruce is not having it. Like. At all.

(Batman 1940 #442)

They go to track down Two-Face and the confrontation ends with Tim nearly getting crushed to death as a pile of cars in the junkyard are toppled over onto the Batmobile, where he's been instructed to wait.

(Batman 1940 #442)

The confrontation ends with Bruce punching Two-Face and telling him that he can't kill Batman or Nightwing (Or Robin?) Or Robin!

Afterwards, after all the adrenaline has worn off and they're back in the manor in their normal clothes, Tim starts to back off of being Robin. He's still super stoked for having had the chance to fight criminals with his heroes, he's 13, give him a break. Please and thank you.

At this point it is Alfred, Dick, and Bruce who cement Tim going into training to become Robin. Yes, because of his logic, but also, like. I think Bruce knows deep down he needs someone to work with just as much as everyone else does. And Tim already knows his secret, and this is the easiest way to keep him quiet. Also, Bruce. Fucking. Communicate better. Jesus.

(Batman 1940 #442)

And then Tim's training begins, but he won't become Robin until the following Christmas. And only after he saves Bruce because he's been captured by Scarecrow and is being tortured with fear toxin with Vikki Vale. Tim was ordered to stay home, but again, he is incapable to standing back and not helping when he thinks there's a problem (this is a good and heroic character trait). This time, he doesn't wear the costume because he can't bear the idea of failing in it, so he dons a ski mask and comes in, gets dosed with fear toxin while saving Batman and beating Scarecrow and runs away before the cops show. Tim believes this means he'll never be Robin, that Bruce will fire him from training, but at least Bruce is alive. When Tim explains this all to Bruce, Bruce says the rules are there for a reason, but sometimes it's okay to break them when justified and gives Tim a new Robin costume.

(Batman 1940 #457)

[evil-winters]

disclaimer: you can enjoy a character as much as you want. you can also interpret media differently than i do. i am a random person on tumblr, i’m not here to have a crazy argument with you based on your opinions vs mine! okay, now on to the main point!

i am a rebecca chambers lover through and through. re0 is in fact in my top 5 resident evil games, because i enjoyed it thoroughly even if some of it is a little goofy admittedly.

however, when seeing people talk about rebecca chambers in relation to albert wesker…. i feel like people play up rebecca’s relevance when it comes down to her relation to wesker. and i do say this kindly, however… wesker doesn’t seem to have much of an opinion on rebecca in the first place (i think he even just dismisses william’s question about her in re0 because she’s “just a rookie”). and when he does shoot her, he does so while barely acknowledging her (it’s past 3am here so it’s possible he didn’t even acknowledge her AT ALL, i’m just not going to check right now) and only focusing on chris redfield.

that isn’t to say that you guys can’t have headcanons, or anything like that, but i do think some of you guys treat her relevance to him— and even to most of the games— as being more than it actually was.

rebecca chambers isn’t really relevant to the series outside of the 3 or 4 main medias she appears in. she’s not considered one of the series “main characters” because i personally don’t think she’e ever meant to be one. she serves her purpose in the series, and that’s good, but it’s not to the effect that the actual main characters to the series serve.

that’s all to say, i don’t think acting like she mattered to wesker in canon is really accurate, and could be considered misleading. you could say it’s a theory, yeah, or even a self-indulgent fantasy. i can’t argue if it’s one of those, but some of you treat the idea that she “means a lot” to wesker as some sort of fact, and it’s very strange. (given, i might not be fully understanding what some of you are trying to post about).

which is why the discourse about if wesker likes rebecca at all does still confuse me, because even with the knowledge of the easter egg— he never shows any interest in her! not even once. is she on his stars team? yeah, on the bravo section of it. the team that he never at all shows any care towards in the slightest, and doesn’t even make a big show out of trying to kill because he’s basically like “ok yeah they’ll just die on their own, but i’ll kill enrico to get the ball moving”. if anything i’d argue that he had more interest in enrico, since he does kill him himself— but that is a stretch since we barely see any interactions between them (much like rebecca and wesker).

anyways guys… again, please reread my disclaimer if you’d like to discuss this topic! i know i did say in my last post that my next post would be a headcanons list (specifically lgbt+ headcanons) but the horrors got to me, + my partner and i are discussing this topic because i’ve never a fandom so adamant that these two characters must mean something to each other. like trust guys i like headcanons and AUs and such (i am, after all, a big fan of the insane dynamic i think albert wesker and ethan winters could have), but there’s some things i see in this fandom be mentioned that, to my knowledge, have never happened in the series, even outside of this rebecca and wesker topic— i do enjoy good fandom engagement, but it’s so important to pay mind to what is canon in the series and what’s NOT canon in the series.

sigh. okay, signing out. it’s almost 4am. god forbid a girl have hobbies!

[yurislilygarden]

Hello, inspired anon here again ✨️

Happy you liked that ask and now it's yours to keep.

There were some details that I wasn't able to include in the skit about the angels thinking about Reader being God's sibling (leaning towards sister obviously) so I'll just include them here. There isn't really any talk about them being self aware and feel free to pick and choose any parts you like for yourself (also there is some easter eggs of a particular game I like, so expect that too).

Emily originally through Reader was God too but realised that they didn't act or sound like the way other people described God which started her thinking that they must be two different beings.

Emily wants to know if Reader has created their own Heaven, Hell and Earth or something completely different and if she could go and see them. She also wonders if Readers Earth would have its own humans, she can't exactly call them Adam and Eve so she calls them Alex and Steve.

Emily doesn't like that Sera stops her from talking to others about Reader, she just wants everyone to welcome this new deity and wants someone to gush over how God has a little sibling.

Emily likes to draw what she imagines Readers 'seraphim' would look like which are basically normal many eyed, many winged seraphim but with insect wings, mainly butterfly and moth ones, instead of feathered ones since Reader takes the form of a butterfly, she draws them in her idea of Readers heaven which involves lots of floating islands under a vast starry sky. She has made Sera and herself 'Reader angelsona' but keeps them hidden.

Sera was 100% sure that Reader was God until Emily's talk. Sera took along time to agree that Reader isn't God but someone else but still is hesitant to actually say that, God does like to test people and she fears that if they are mistaken and Reader is really just God in disguise that they would be harshly punished for blasphemy.

She also worries that if this IS a different God, then what does it mean for heavens future? Is this new God going to upset the balance of the universe? She would be powerless to stop them if they were going to. Good chance she'd think Pentious's redemption is Readers doing instead of God's.

She would eventually give Reader a vague title such as The Observer or The Watcher to distinguish them from The Lord without full differentiating them, just to play it safe.

Adam would claim that Emily, and eventually Sera, are just crazy for thinking that there's another God after the shock of Emily's talk passed. Firmly believes that there is only one divine being, the big G man himself. This is a lie though as he almost instantly believed that Reader is different to God, he should know since he used to talk to God alot.

Adam actually is in hard denial since he's actually extremely worried. He knows one of the reasons God favoured him so much was because he was made in his image, so would that mean you would favour Lillith and maybe even Eve if they were made in your image? He knows that he doesn't exactly have the best history with them and he's worried that you'd believe their telling of events over his, he's seen what happens to those that anger a God and he doesn't want any of that happening to him.

On the other hand, he does still want to meeting Read. He's sure that he'd win them over with his charm once them met and well, he wouldn't mind thanking them for being the blueprint of all women.

Lute isn't really bothered if Reader is God or not. As far as she's concerned, it doesn't really effect her. She has a job to do and as long as Reader doesn't have an issue with it then she'll just carry on just as she's always done.

Sure Lute is curious about there possibly being another divine being and had thought about trying to prepare plans just incase Reader was planning to take Heaven from God but she realised that it would be pointless to try and fight something as powerful as a deity.

Lute is concerned for Adam though. She is worried about how Adam isn't taking the idea of there being a second deity well and is worried that he'd accidentally offend Reader and be punished for it.

St. Peter hasn't been told about the idea of Reader not being God and is under strict order to welcome them as much as possible and to alert Sera of their presence when spotted.

I genuinely had to reread 3 times because I just had no words anon😭 Whoever you are, goddamn bless you, I'm so using your ideas once I get to writing heaven-

I have nothing really to add to this perfection, but I do wanna say that I will still try to keep in mind to use gender-neutral terms, even with the fact that it will imply reader is female because of the image that Lilith and Eve were made from is supposedly reader and shit, I will still use things like 'sibling' and stuff in the works to make it as gn as possible😭

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I’m probably over stepping boundaries on this one but how about Adam and Lucifer celebrating Easter or Christmas or at least Adam is trying to get Lucifer to celebrate either holiday for him

No it's not overstepping! Lol

"Come on Luci, why not?" Adam whined as he followed the King of Hell around. He just didn't understand what the big deal was, they celebrated this holiday in heaven?

Lucifer sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "For the last time Adam, we don't celebrate Easter here in Hell."

"Why the fuck not? You against bunnies?" Adam teased, he thought that Lucifer was being ridiculous about this.

"Why would I celebrate a heavenly holiday? It was created by angels for humans and since I am neither there is no point. Now let it go."

Adam can't believe he is really going to pull this card. "I'm human."

Lucifer stopped walking to turn and look at Adam. "No, you're a mortal soul. You haven't been human in ten thousand years and you weren't even alive when any holidays came about."

"So? Toilets weren't invented when I was alive either and I have no problem with indoor plumbing." Adam folded his arms. "Plus, Charlie will like it I'm sure."

"No."

"Why the fuck are you so against it? Everyone gets together for a big meal, you attempt to look for eggs that you don't find until months later, and you eat some fucking chocolate an overgrown rabbit gave you. What's wrong with that?"

"Okay fine. You want to know why? It has nothing to do with the holiday and more with what happened that day thousands of years ago." Lucifer said, it might have been years but it still hurt.

"What are yo-" Then it hit Adam. Oh. That was the day that Lucifer fell into Hell bringing sin to the earth. "Oh."

"Yeah oh."

Adam sighed. "What if we made new memories for that day instead? Replace the old of that day."

"How?" Lucifer raised a brow.

Adam pulled him in for a hug, he was still new to all this comforting stuff. "Celebrate Easter with me and Charlie. It'll be the most kick ass day of your life or your money back."

Lucifer chuckled and hugged Adam back. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, except you didn't actually pay. What do you say?"

Lucifer thought about it. He looked at Adam and smiled. "Fine. Just this once."

Adam literally squealed with joy and squeezed Lucifer so hard the king thought he was gonna pop like a balloon. "Fucking sweet! Oh shit there's so much to do. Charlie!" Adam ran off to find the princess.

Lucifer shook his head amused. For the two people he loves most he would do anything once.