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Still alive over here

Hey all, though... not really sure who's around here anymore. Been awhile hasn't it? Been starting to clear out my email and finally got to all the email's associated with this blog (old Nathan Wallace account was a different email lol) and had all the memories and good times come flooding back! I've made so many good friends here and gotten to make some really great stories and, in a weird way, learn who I was thanks to all of this!

This was one of the places that made me the happiest when life was hell for awhile and I still love to come back and reread through old threads and hope that the people I interacted with are doing well now in life. This blog is one of the things that made me a better writer and allowed me to really consider a future in it with school. I want to thank each of you for that and know that getting to write for someone like Michael/The Agent, in some way or another, allowed for me to finally take steps into other hobbies like TTRPG's and such (actually currently working on a homebrew based on TDC currently).

If any of you are still out there, feel free to shoot me a message :) I'd love a chance to catch up and stuff, maybe even a little RP. Michael's a bit of a rusty muse anymore but you know the old expression... just like riding a bike.

-Ben

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“It’s not spreading. I was told by a Glad Hand who was a friend of June’s. He said she was beyond destroyed…” The Publicist said softly, staring at the small trembling child in Michael’s arms. He slowly approached Michael and the boy, but Tristan only turned away from him and buried his face in Michael’s chest.

“He looks like a clone of you, agent.” The Publicist said with a gentle smile, getting down to Tristan’s level to try and be equal with him, “What are you gonna do, Buddy? Do you even know how to handle children?” The Publicist reached into his pocket and produced a tiny mouse with a little trumpet, the creature playing a small tune for Tristan. The boy looked back towards the noise, a small smile on his little face as he giggled a bit.

The look of pure relief that came over Michael’s face as he was told that the news of this hadn’t spread beyond a few trusted people would have been visible to anyone. It allowed him the upper hand if needed since prior to all of this the idea of seeing him of all people with a child was unheard of. He let out a small chuckle at the mention of how alike the two of them looked and gently ran his fingers through Tristan’s hair to soothe him as he curled against Michael’s body.

With that next statement however, a soft sigh escaped his lips as that fact started to weigh on him. “I don’t even have the slightest idea, I’m more than likely going to have to send a Glad Hand to speak to The Librarian regarding some reading materials.” Things such as children, their care and the like were never a part of Michael’s training within his youth for what was now becoming a very obvious reason. When he’d been designed, The Author had very clearly never intended for him to stray from his set path but here he now was, beyond clueless but knowing only one thing for certain and that was that he refused to not make the best effort he could for Tristan.

A Choice || Heaven AU || @two-alleluias-and-an-amen

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June had quickly begun to realize that raising a baby in Heaven wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She assumed that she'd have the help of the other sevens to watch Tristan since they all really loved and cared for him. Unfortunately that was not the case and June knew that soon enough, The Author would get tired of The Designer's reports of her terrible work output and constant lateness. She knew that both she and baby Tristan might even be outcast because she couldn't fulfill her duties as a working horse all while being a mother.

And she had assumed that day had arrived when The Author called for her and Tristan to come before him in his office.

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"Agent, get in here!" God called, ringing his bell for Michael. When the man arrived, God had a stern expression on his face, "Have you by chance happened to notice the Designers reports lately?" He started, standing up from his chair and leaning on the front side of his desk to watch Michael, "All of his Working Horses are doing amazingly well, all their work match and exceed my standards.... Well all except for one of them of course... And I think you know which specific one." He continued, "And your work has started to suffer as well, Agent. I've noticed you've been taking extra breaks and been walking down the halls at slower paces in an attempt to catch a glimpse of them. Your worry has only been damaging your career. Which is why I called you here today: to fix it." God then snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, The Translators walked into the room, holding June tightly in their grip. June, meanwhile, was holding the one year old Tristan in her arms. The last time Michael had seen his son was when Tristan was only a few weeks old.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Agent. And I am being extremely generous here. You can take your son. You can raise him as your own. You can love him and train him to be a One like yourself. You will be his father and he will love you as such. However, the one caveat is that you cannot associate with that little filly anymore. Tristan is to be your son and she cannot help you raise him. Or, if that option is not to your liking, you will abandon both of them and I will see to it that you will never see them again AT ALL and they will live the rest of their existences as Sevens with no way to climb up the ladder." He explained and June's face paled. Tristan softly cooed in his mother's arms, looking over at his father with Michael's familiar eyes.

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Tristan bawled into Michael’s arms, his tiny body overwhelmed with all his emotions.

“Want mommy!” He begged, clenching his tiny fists in Michael’s sash as he cried. He couldn’t really speak all that well yet but he conveyed what he wanted pretty clearly. It took him a good long while before he finally started to calm down, still clinging to Michael like a lifeline. His sniffles slowly died down as he looked up at his father. The pair of them shared the same eyes and Tristan reached up to touch Michael’s face out of curiosity.

June, meanwhile, was dragged back down to Level Seven and thrown on the floor by the Translators, leaving her alone with all the other Sevens.

“June, what happened?! Wheres Tristan?!” One of the other working horses asked as she went to June’s side.

“He’s… he’s safe with his father now… but I won’t ever be able to see him again.” June burst into tears shortly after, a sudden dogpile of hugs from the other women embracing her immediately. One of the Glad Hands who knew the whole situation between Michael and June and was a good friend to June knew he had to tell the only other person in all of Heaven who was sympathetic to them. The Glad Hand quickly snuck upstairs to the soundstage to track down the Publicist. He explained the whole situation to the man about June losing custody of her son and asked if he could atleast try to check on Tristan every once in a while and report back to them

The Publicist, of course heartbroken at the news, agreed immediately and ran upstairs to Level One since he had some free time.

“Agent, Buddy G, I heard about-“ The Publicist cut himself off when he opened the door, finding Michael sitting there with a clearly sad but calm Tristan in his arms, “So it’s true then…”

What could he even say that would make any of this better for Tristan? Even with all of the privileges that came with his post, matters involving June were almost always denied to him; or in this case backfired where situations like the one they were in managed to occur. So rather than speak he just simply held his son as he let it out, just doing what he could to offer some comfort that it was clear that he needed. Michael glanced at Tristan as he heard him start to quiet down, a genuine smile coming to his face as Tristan reached out to him and gently placing his hand over his son’s much smaller one.

This was the first time he was really getting a chance to get a good look at him and he was almost amazed at what a perfect mix of both he and June his son was. At the moment, like any child his features were mostly very soft and innocent but Michael could see what would likely grow to be a great intensity in his eyes; one that very much matched his own. Unlike him though, he never wanted Tristan to ever lose that spark as Michael somewhat had from endless years of service under The Author.

Michael glanced up as he heard his office door suddenly open, ready to chastise whoever it was but quickly calming again as he saw The Publicist walk in. He had always loved that the older male seemed to know when Michael was needing to see him, even if Michael didn’t know it himself. He let out a soft sigh and nodded in response to the question, doing his best to hide his now growing nervousness. “So word is already starting to spread about it...” he muttered, not necessarily speaking to the other. He wasn’t surprised of course, if there was anything that managed to spread quickly in the halls it was whispers of the day’s gossip. “No matter, but yes it is true... I never thought it would have been forced to come to this decision.”

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June had quickly begun to realize that raising a baby in Heaven wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She assumed that she'd have the help of the other sevens to watch Tristan since they all really loved and cared for him. Unfortunately that was not the case and June knew that soon enough, The Author would get tired of The Designer's reports of her terrible work output and constant lateness. She knew that both she and baby Tristan might even be outcast because she couldn't fulfill her duties as a working horse all while being a mother.

And she had assumed that day had arrived when The Author called for her and Tristan to come before him in his office.

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"Agent, get in here!" God called, ringing his bell for Michael. When the man arrived, God had a stern expression on his face, "Have you by chance happened to notice the Designers reports lately?" He started, standing up from his chair and leaning on the front side of his desk to watch Michael, "All of his Working Horses are doing amazingly well, all their work match and exceed my standards.... Well all except for one of them of course... And I think you know which specific one." He continued, "And your work has started to suffer as well, Agent. I've noticed you've been taking extra breaks and been walking down the halls at slower paces in an attempt to catch a glimpse of them. Your worry has only been damaging your career. Which is why I called you here today: to fix it." God then snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, The Translators walked into the room, holding June tightly in their grip. June, meanwhile, was holding the one year old Tristan in her arms. The last time Michael had seen his son was when Tristan was only a few weeks old.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Agent. And I am being extremely generous here. You can take your son. You can raise him as your own. You can love him and train him to be a One like yourself. You will be his father and he will love you as such. However, the one caveat is that you cannot associate with that little filly anymore. Tristan is to be your son and she cannot help you raise him. Or, if that option is not to your liking, you will abandon both of them and I will see to it that you will never see them again AT ALL and they will live the rest of their existences as Sevens with no way to climb up the ladder." He explained and June's face paled. Tristan softly cooed in his mother's arms, looking over at his father with Michael's familiar eyes.

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June held Tristan as close to her as possible, giving the boy a gentle kiss on his cheek until she heard God speak.

“What?! No! You can’t take my son from me!” She protested immediately, starting to panic.

“I’m not taking him from you, dear. I’m simply giving him to the more fit parent, the one who would give him better prospects. After all… isn’t that what mothers should want for their children?” God replied with a sickeningly sweet tone that was clearly full of malice. June’s gaze bounced back and forth between God and Michael, desperately looking at her lover for some assistance but she knew she wouldn’t get any.

“Please tell me that I can still see Tristan on occasion? Even if I can’t raise him, atleast give me the courtesy of seeing him every once in a while?! Please!” She begged, still clinging to the boy as God sighed.

“What part of “do not get to raise him” do you not understand, girl?! You will have no part in his life whatsoever! Sure you may see him in the hallways every so often, but that is it. You want him to have his best chance, this is your only choice.” God boomed, staring down at June before nodding at the Translators. Bentz grabbed June by the shoulders and Batez started taking Tristan from her.

“No! NO PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME SAY GOODBYE ATLEAST PLEASE!!!!” She screamed, Tristan beginning to cry as he was ripped from his mother’s arms. The boy started reaching out for June, tears in his eyes as he was soon placed into Michael’s arms. June had collapsed to her knees, head in her hands as she sobbed. She looked up at Michael for a brief moment before the Translators hauled her to her feet.

“He’s scared of the dark, Agent…. please don’t leave him alone in the dark!” She called out to him as the Translators forced her to start walking. And soon enough, it was only God, Michael, and Tristan left alone in the room. Tristan was inconsolable, burying his face in his father’s shoulder and grasping at his golden sash desperately.

“You wanted to be a father. Here’s your chance, Agent. Now take him back to your quarters. It’s already been equipped with a nursery for him.” God waved his hand and the doors swung open, wanting the man to take the screaming child away already.

He tried to block out the sound of June’s voice as she started protesting, doing his best to just focus on the idea that he was making the best decision that he could for Tristan. Michael refused to let his own emotions get the better of him, despite the want to wretch that was steadily growing inside of him. When she looked in his direction for any kind of assistance, he was unable to do anything other than just look at her with pity clear in his eyes for what was happening and what he had helped to bring about.

Michael’s eyes went wide as he saw that June would not even be permitted to console Tristan and say goodbye. He opened his mouth to protest but closed it as Tristan’s cries began to ring out and he was placed into his arms, gently holding him and rubbing the small boy’s back to try and offer even the slightest bit of comfort that he deserved. He looked at June as she said that and nodded, watching as she was taken out from the room and continuing to comfort Tristan despite being in some level of shock from what just happened. He looked back at The Author as he spoke, clearly taking the hint as he heard the door open to the hall. “Yes sir and thank you again for your benevolence...” was all he could manage to say before he turned and walked out from the office; heading towards the closest elevator to try and avoid any of the crowds that Tristan’s cries certainly would have attracted.

It didn’t take long for Michael to reach his office once again and head inside, sitting down in one of the armchairs near his desk, still holding Tristan and consoling him. “It’s okay Tristan, I’m right here and I promise you’re going to see your mother again. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you and no matter what your mother loves you with every ounce of her being.”

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June had quickly begun to realize that raising a baby in Heaven wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She assumed that she'd have the help of the other sevens to watch Tristan since they all really loved and cared for him. Unfortunately that was not the case and June knew that soon enough, The Author would get tired of The Designer's reports of her terrible work output and constant lateness. She knew that both she and baby Tristan might even be outcast because she couldn't fulfill her duties as a working horse all while being a mother.

And she had assumed that day had arrived when The Author called for her and Tristan to come before him in his office.

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"Agent, get in here!" God called, ringing his bell for Michael. When the man arrived, God had a stern expression on his face, "Have you by chance happened to notice the Designers reports lately?" He started, standing up from his chair and leaning on the front side of his desk to watch Michael, "All of his Working Horses are doing amazingly well, all their work match and exceed my standards.... Well all except for one of them of course... And I think you know which specific one." He continued, "And your work has started to suffer as well, Agent. I've noticed you've been taking extra breaks and been walking down the halls at slower paces in an attempt to catch a glimpse of them. Your worry has only been damaging your career. Which is why I called you here today: to fix it." God then snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, The Translators walked into the room, holding June tightly in their grip. June, meanwhile, was holding the one year old Tristan in her arms. The last time Michael had seen his son was when Tristan was only a few weeks old.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Agent. And I am being extremely generous here. You can take your son. You can raise him as your own. You can love him and train him to be a One like yourself. You will be his father and he will love you as such. However, the one caveat is that you cannot associate with that little filly anymore. Tristan is to be your son and she cannot help you raise him. Or, if that option is not to your liking, you will abandon both of them and I will see to it that you will never see them again AT ALL and they will live the rest of their existences as Sevens with no way to climb up the ladder." He explained and June's face paled. Tristan softly cooed in his mother's arms, looking over at his father with Michael's familiar eyes.

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The initial news of June’s pregnancy had been something of a shock to Michael when she had told him, something like that would have been a shock to anyone but deep down he’d been thrilled about it. Anyone would have been to find out that this was going to happen, the one problem of course was that Michael, of all the denizens within Heavenly Productions Inc, was not just anyone. He didn’t know why he was expecting anything different to happen once the Author caught word and all but restrained the young lapdog to his office to force him to keep his distance from June but even still, Michael had seemingly gained a bit of a rebellious streak since he met June. Of course it was nothing too major, just doing little things here and there to try and see her, if even from a distance.

It hadn’t taken long after their son was born that Michael found it harder and harder to spot them, no matter how he tried. He'd almost wondered, with each time The Designer sent progress and update reports if he would see one less name among their ranks. He had considered approaching the Author about all of this, though he hardly had any idea of how to broach the subject until it seemed the great creator had decided to do it himself.

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He was sure that it was going to be like every other time that God had called him into his office to discuss business matters and so had started to open his mouth to respond when asked about The Designer’s reports; his jaw quickly shutting again as it seemed this was to be more of a lecture than a discussion. He gently bit the lower corner of his lip as The Author continued speaking, not backing down necessarily but certainly in no position to deny or raise any kind of a challenge to his master’s accusations. He glanced over as the two sixes came in and he almost felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw June and Tristan with them. Tristan had grown so much from the last time Michael had a chance to see him, it almost broke his heart to consider some of the things he might have already missed for Tristan.

When he heard God start to speak again, he almost had to force himself to turn his eyes away from them and listen to the offer he was being given. Michael felt his stomach drop and his heart clench as he was presented with his options and while one was certainly better than the other, neither left any of them completely unscathed. Tristan deserved a life with both he and June there for him, surely The Author knew that but what did that matter when it wouldn’t have yielded the result he was going for. Michael looked over at June, seeing the clear concern on her face and his eyes dropping down to look at Tristan who had met his father’s gaze with eyes wide and unaware of the situation he was caught in the middle of. “Sir you...- you can’t be serious?” This was far more generous of an offer than he would likely ever receive again and yet he almost couldn’t help but second guess it. Even still though, the life of a seven was no life for his son since the Glad Hands only had it slightly easier than even the best Working Horse that could be created; letting a soft sigh escape his lips as he knew the choice he had to make. “Fine, I accept your offer and thank you for your generosity to let me eventually add a new One to the ranks.”

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June had quickly begun to realize that raising a baby in Heaven wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She assumed that she'd have the help of the other sevens to watch Tristan since they all really loved and cared for him. Unfortunately that was not the case and June knew that soon enough, The Author would get tired of The Designer's reports of her terrible work output and constant lateness. She knew that both she and baby Tristan might even be outcast because she couldn't fulfill her duties as a working horse all while being a mother.

And she had assumed that day had arrived when The Author called for her and Tristan to come before him in his office.

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"Agent, get in here!" God called, ringing his bell for Michael. When the man arrived, God had a stern expression on his face, "Have you by chance happened to notice the Designers reports lately?" He started, standing up from his chair and leaning on the front side of his desk to watch Michael, "All of his Working Horses are doing amazingly well, all their work match and exceed my standards.... Well all except for one of them of course... And I think you know which specific one." He continued, "And your work has started to suffer as well, Agent. I've noticed you've been taking extra breaks and been walking down the halls at slower paces in an attempt to catch a glimpse of them. Your worry has only been damaging your career. Which is why I called you here today: to fix it." God then snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, The Translators walked into the room, holding June tightly in their grip. June, meanwhile, was holding the one year old Tristan in her arms. The last time Michael had seen his son was when Tristan was only a few weeks old.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Agent. And I am being extremely generous here. You can take your son. You can raise him as your own. You can love him and train him to be a One like yourself. You will be his father and he will love you as such. However, the one caveat is that you cannot associate with that little filly anymore. Tristan is to be your son and she cannot help you raise him. Or, if that option is not to your liking, you will abandon both of them and I will see to it that you will never see them again AT ALL and they will live the rest of their existences as Sevens with no way to climb up the ladder." He explained and June's face paled. Tristan softly cooed in his mother's arms, looking over at his father with Michael's familiar eyes.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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Send “The Narrator” + an Emoji and My Muse will describe one of the following in 1st Person in great detail as if narrating themselves in a Book..

(Send as many as you want at a time)

🏠 - My Muse will describe their Home or current Living Arrangement, what their lifestyle is like, do they live with anyone or live alone, what are some things that would always be found in their home, where in their home is their comfort space

🎱 - My Muse will describe themselves, how they look, their hobbies, likes and/or dislikes

🎨 - My Muse will describe any Talents or Special Skills they posses

🌇 - My Muse will describe their Job, work routine, and some of their Co-Workers

🚗 - My Muse will describe their Personal Vehicle and/or daily means of transportation and commute style, what kind of driver are they, how often do they drive and where too

⛰️ - My Muse will describe their favorite place in Nature to spend time in. (Example: Favorite Park, Nature Trail, Camp Sight ..etc.)

🌎 - My Muse will describe their Homeland, where they hail from, or where they live now

🐕 - My Muse will describe their pets, a pet they wish to own, or a pet they once owned

👪 - My Muse will describe their Family members, who are they closest too, who would they like to be closer too, what family life is/was like for them, how often do they see their family, or what it is like spending time with their family

🗺️ - My Muse will describe their favorite Vacation Destination, A location they really want to visit on vacation, or a found Vacation Memory

⚔️ - My Muse will describe their Weapon, favorite kind of weapon, combat style, a weapon they want to train with, or collect/add to collection

💊 - My Muse will describe a medical condition they have, a medical condition they overcame, or the worst injury they ever got and how they got it

🔧 - My Muse will describe any technical skills they have, special work skills, or skills they are currently training in or going to school for

🛏️ - My Muse will describe their Bedtime Routine, their bed, how well are they able to sleep, or what helps them fall asleep

🛁 - My Muse will describe their Morning Hygiene Routine, what does their bathroom look like, what is in their medicine cabinet, what are their shower/baths like, what are their grooming practices to get ready for the day/event

🛒 - My Muse will describe what their Shopping Practices are like, what stores do they shop at, what are their favorite stores to shop at, what is on their current grocery list

😱 - My Muse will describe a Fear of theirs, something that scares them, are they easy to scare, how they overcame a struggling fear of theirs

💋 - My Muse will describe their Love Life, who are they currently dating, who do they have a crush on, what an ideal date night for them is like, are they married and what is their significant other like?

🤝 - My Muse will describe some of their friends, how they find the best way to make friends, what are the benefits of being a friend with My Muse, what they seek and value in friendship

💪 - My Muse will describe their workout/training routine, how do they keep fit, are they big on exercise, or what fitness goals would they like to accomplish for themselves and why

👀 - My Muse will describe Your Muse as they personally see them, what they Like/Dislike about Your Muse, what they would like to know about them, what they hope to do and be with them in the future. (Specify a Muse if Multi-Muse. My Muse will will speak in the 1st Person, but describe Your Muse as if talking about them to someone else. I.E. Describe them in the 3rd Person)

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🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts

A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)

“I want to know more about you.” 

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

“I want to know why you care.”

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Michael looked at Tristan, his heart breaking as he saw Tristan react the way he did when he made contact. What kind of a life had his son lived under Lucifer? He certainly had a good idea based on things he’d already seen but once again what haunted him more was that with that reaction he just continued to see himself.

He recalled all the times he’d stiffened when the Author would try and ‘reassure’ him and how he would stiffen up as well. He almost felt his breath catch in this throat as Tristan looked at him, the other male’s eyes cold and dark, desperate for any kind of positive attention. “I know... you don't deserve to be either...” he responded. “I will find you a way out of this. I don’t know how just yet but as sure as I’m standing here, I will.”

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Tristan began nervously biting his knuckle, looking down at the ground after he caught sight of his parents together.

“How the fuck can you two be so calm about this situation?” He snarled, “Lucifer is manipulating us for his own ends and it fucking sucks…. if I just offed myself, I could solve this already and Atleast he’d lose one unwilling soldier….. And one that’s already worthless to him and the rest of hell.” Tristan muttered, grabbing the knife out of his back pocket and looking at it, wondering if he would be able to die with his healing abilities.

Michael glanced over as Tristan spoke, frowning as he listened to him rant but his concern almost immediately sparked as he saw Tristan pull out a knife and he stood, quickly moving over to him. “You’re wrong Tristan, nothing would be solved with you taking that path I can promise you.” He exhaled softly, knowing that he had to choose his words carefully. “Lucifer had no problem resurrecting you once and I can guarantee he’d have no problem doing it again if you tried that.” He moved closer and gently took Tristan’s face in his hands. “I am just as concerned as you are about this but it’s not always going to be an asset to let that emotion show… sometimes the best way to be a threat to someone that opposes you is to lull them into trust and then strike when their guard is down.” He let out a soft sigh as he moved one of his hands down to Tristan’s and tried to ease the blade out of his grip.

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Tristan began nervously biting his knuckle, looking down at the ground after he caught sight of his parents together.

“How the fuck can you two be so calm about this situation?” He snarled, “Lucifer is manipulating us for his own ends and it fucking sucks…. if I just offed myself, I could solve this already and Atleast he’d lose one unwilling soldier….. And one that’s already worthless to him and the rest of hell.” Tristan muttered, grabbing the knife out of his back pocket and looking at it, wondering if he would be able to die with his healing abilities.

Michael glanced over as Tristan spoke, frowning as he listened to him rant but his concern almost immediately sparked as he saw Tristan pull out a knife and he stood, quickly moving over to him. “You’re wrong Tristan, nothing would be solved with you taking that path I can promise you.” He exhaled softly, knowing that he had to choose his words carefully. “Lucifer had no problem resurrecting you once and I can guarantee he’d have no problem doing it again if you tried that.” He moved closer and gently took Tristan’s face in his hands. “I am just as concerned as you are about this but it’s not always going to be an asset to let that emotion show... sometimes the best way to be a threat to someone that opposes you is to lull them into trust and then strike when their guard is down.” He let out a soft sigh as he moved one of his hands down to Tristan’s and tried to ease the blade out of his grip.

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Questions Often Left Unanswered: Mun Edition

Are there any characters in your fandom or faceclaims you refuse to RP with? Who and why?

Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

As a mun, what are three of your biggest flaws when it comes to being someone’s RP partner?

Have you ever dropped a thread because someone refused to ship their character with yours? If no, have you ever dropped a thread for another “unpopular” reason and if so, what was your reasoning?

Have you ever RP’d with someone simply because of their character’s faceclaim, even if you did not like their character’s personality?

Is there a character that the rest of your fandom adores that you just don’t like/are indifferent to? Who is the character and why?

List three honest flaws your favorite character has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

Out of the really popular pairings in your fandom, what’s your nOTP?

What has been the biggest mistake you’ve made since you started RPing?

What’s something you really hate seeing on your dash that seems to be popular with almost everyone else?

What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?

Who is your least favorite character in the fandom you RP in? List three admirable traits about them.

Without naming anyone specific, have you ever avoided someone simply because they RP with one of your RP partners? If so, why?

Without naming anyone, have you ever refused/simply avoided another RPer in the fandom because of things you’ve heard others say about them, or because of their popularity? If so, why did you feel the need to?

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He let out a soft sigh as she did, not out of frustration but simply a moment of contentment as he gently rested his chin on her head. It was almost funny to him, even after everything that had happened in such a short span of time, this moment was giving him more comfort than he’d ever imagined. Just the fact that she was here right now and couldn’t be taken from him again... well at least in theory she couldn’t. Michael glanced over at Tristan and frowned, knowing that when it came to helping sort out and controlling his emotions he was certainly going to have his work cut out for him. Training him to fight would be no problem, anyone could do that, but to help harness and control archangel abilities was no walk in the park.

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“Wonderful…. I’ll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you follow through. Now get out.” Lucifer glanced at Scorpion, who let Doll go, but not before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Doll happily reciprocated before pulling away, giving him a dark smirk before collecting her son and broken lover. All three of them left Lucifer’s quarters and June quickly escorted them to her tent.

“Tristan I’m so sorry….” She whimpered, “There was nothing I could’ve done to stop him.” June was frantic, trying to find something to splint Tristan’s wrist, before she witnessed his wrist heal on its own. The bones reset themselves and his bruising faded almost instantly.

“It’s fine, Doll…” Tristan hissed her name, refusing to call her “mother” as his emotions were still all over the place, “It’s not like you ever stopped Scorpion before when he’s broken my arms and legs. Remember when he shattered my legs with a crowbar because I stole his hairspray? Yeah, I was 8 when that happened, and you stood by and WATCHED HIM DO IT!” He snarled, “So yeah, thanks for literally nothing.” Tristan walked over to her vanity and leaned on the desk, trying to calm himself as June felt an ache in her heart at that memory. She also took this time to take Michael’s face in her hands, looking him over.

“Are you ok? Fuck this is all my fault…. If I hadn’t been so stupid, Tristan would never have been born in the first place and you would still be The Agent you were meant to be…” She whispered. All June wanted was for neither Michael nor Tristan to suffer, but sadly that was not the case.

He nodded as Lucifer said that and kept the growl that wanted to pass his lips from doing so as The Scorpion once again placed a kiss on her lips. He went along with the two of them, taking a couple deep breaths to recenter himself emotionally after all of that, knowing that was something he was definitely going to have to build Tristan up to. Even for Michael though, something like that came with decades and decades of training and self restraint… something he certainly knew Lucifer wasn’t going to give him. He ran a hand through his hair, almost starting to like the slight tussled mess of it, noticing as Tristan’s wrist healed itself.

Michael would be lying if he hadn’t noticed the deep tension that existed between Tristan and June, letting out a slight sigh. He certainly wouldn’t be the person to tell Tristan that his anger was misplaced at the moment, but it still hurt for him to watch his son react the way that he was. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and smile as June looked him over as well. “Hey, I’m fine… all things considered I could have come out of there a lot worse.” He placed his hand on hers and let out a soft sigh. “You aren’t the only one to blame for all of this, I had a part to play in it as well… if it hadn’t been you I probably would have been tested some other way. It almost seems that all roads up there wind up here at some point.”

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“Wonderful…. I’ll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you follow through. Now get out.” Lucifer glanced at Scorpion, who let Doll go, but not before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Doll happily reciprocated before pulling away, giving him a dark smirk before collecting her son and broken lover. All three of them left Lucifer’s quarters and June quickly escorted them to her tent.

“Tristan I’m so sorry….” She whimpered, “There was nothing I could’ve done to stop him.” June was frantic, trying to find something to splint Tristan’s wrist, before she witnessed his wrist heal on its own. The bones reset themselves and his bruising faded almost instantly.

“It’s fine, Doll…” Tristan hissed her name, refusing to call her “mother” as his emotions were still all over the place, “It’s not like you ever stopped Scorpion before when he’s broken my arms and legs. Remember when he shattered my legs with a crowbar because I stole his hairspray? Yeah, I was 8 when that happened, and you stood by and WATCHED HIM DO IT!” He snarled, “So yeah, thanks for literally nothing.” Tristan walked over to her vanity and leaned on the desk, trying to calm himself as June felt an ache in her heart at that memory. She also took this time to take Michael’s face in her hands, looking him over.

“Are you ok? Fuck this is all my fault…. If I hadn’t been so stupid, Tristan would never have been born in the first place and you would still be The Agent you were meant to be…” She whispered. All June wanted was for neither Michael nor Tristan to suffer, but sadly that was not the case.

He nodded as Lucifer said that and kept the growl that wanted to pass his lips from doing so as The Scorpion once again placed a kiss on her lips. He went along with the two of them, taking a couple deep breaths to recenter himself emotionally after all of that, knowing that was something he was definitely going to have to build Tristan up to. Even for Michael though, something like that came with decades and decades of training and self restraint... something he certainly knew Lucifer wasn’t going to give him. He ran a hand through his hair, almost starting to like the slight tussled mess of it, noticing as Tristan’s wrist healed itself.

Michael would be lying if he hadn’t noticed the deep tension that existed between Tristan and June, letting out a slight sigh. He certainly wouldn’t be the person to tell Tristan that his anger was misplaced at the moment, but it still hurt for him to watch his son react the way that he was. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and smile as June looked him over as well. “Hey, I’m fine... all things considered I could have come out of there a lot worse.” He placed his hand on hers and let out a soft sigh. “You aren’t the only one to blame for all of this, I had a part to play in it as well... if it hadn’t been you I probably would have been tested some other way. It almost seems that all roads up there wind up here at some point.”

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Lucifer simply smirked before finally letting Tristan go, the poor thing collapsing to the ground in pain and clutching at his wrist.

“Both you and him will be leading my army, after you train him of course. And hopefully he’ll know how to control his emotions better by that point so he can be an effective weapon.” Lucifer mused before snapping his fingers once again and Scorpion extended a hand to The Painted Doll, forcing her to take it as he walked her into the tent as well. It was clear she had been crying as well, some of her makeup smeared across the cracks in her face. Scorpion simply held her close and began pressing loving kisses to her neck.

“And of course, I need to have insurance that you’ll actually go through with this…. Because if you don’t, well….” His eyes then glanced over at Doll and Scorpion, watching as Scorpion pulled out his switchblade and held it to Doll’s throat. She didn’t cry out, as they had done this sort of thing before in the bedroom, but she did tense up as she knew this wasn’t sexy anymore…. it was a threat.

Michael exhaled as he finally released Tristan, his muscles relaxing for a moment as he looked at Lucifer, still not trusting him in the slightest. He glanced over as The Scorpion brought June in, noticing the clear evidence of her having been crying while all of this had been going on. Despite that his muscles had relaxed even moments before, they almost immediately tensed once again as the younger male started kissing her neck. Much like with Lucifer, he had very little advantage if he tried to strike however.

He glanced back as Lucifer spoke, his eyes widening as he saw the blade put to her throat and his eyes almost immediately returning to normal. He looked at Lucifer once again, placing his blade back to his belt once again. “Fine... I’ll start with Tristan as soon as I can.”

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The second Michael grabbed the sword, Lucifer literally pulled Tristan to his feet, BY HIS HAIR, and held him in front of him. His free hand was now clawed at the boy’s throat, with everyone in that room knowing that Lucifer’s claws were sharp enough to rip Tristan’s throat out with ease. Lucifer, however, couldn’t stop chuckling to himself the more Tristan struggled.

“And you know that my threats aren’t something to be taken lightly… Now you put that blade away and listen to me well, brother.” He hissed, yanking Tristan’s head back yet again so far back that his entire throat was exposed and there were now tears of pain staining Tristan’s beautiful face, “You will train him. Clearly you’re the only one who knows how his abilities work. In addition, you’re one of the best swordsmen I know. You WILL train him to be strong enough and quick enough to slaughter God’s forces BY YOUR SIDE, or I will gut him like a fucking fish right now.” He growled through gritted teeth as Tristan got a hand free and reached up to grab one of Lucifer’s horns, but Scorpion was on him, grabbing his arm and breaking his wrist for doing so.

“FUCK!!!!” Tristan screamed in pain from his now shattered wrist, “LET ME GO FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP IT PLEASE!!” He began to beg, more tears spilling from his glowing eyes as the pain in his scalp intensified.

He tightened his grip on his blade, had he not of known better Michael was almost certain that the heat from his anger would have caused some of the metal to melt once again. Michael was no fool, and despite Lucifer’s instructions he only lowered his blade, refusing to place it back to its sheath until he was sure of Tristan’s safety at the moment. As Lucifer explained his terms, Michael narrowed his eyes but let out a growl as he watched Tristan’s wrist get shattered.

“Fine! I’ll do it!” He boomed, locking his still currently red eyes with Lucifer’s. “Now let go of him Lucifer.”

[two-alleluias-and-an-amen]

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Scorpion did indeed notice the sword, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he could feel the power radiating off it. Michael, however, was practically dragged to Lucifer’s tent, The Major having a firm grip on his shoulder the whole time while June and Tristan followed behind as sneakily as they could. The Major literally threw Michael onto the ground when they reached Lucifer, with both Major and Scorpion on either side of Michael to make sure he didn’t run, and the devil slowly approached.

“Well well well…. now this is certainly something I never thought I’d see in my entire existence.” He started with a smirk, leaning down and putting a single claw under Michael’s chin and forcing him to look up at him.

“How does Falling feel, brother?” Lucifer purred, now realizing Michael’s identity after having seen Tristan’s abilities, “It hurts doesn’t it? Having your archangel wings burned to a near crisp on the way down is one of the most painful things in the world… you clearly haven’t really felt that yet, but you’ll feel it soon.” He chuckled, “Or atleast you’ll feel some kind of pain if you don’t comply with my demands.” He slowly pulled back from Michael, a dark and dangerous smile on his face.

“Do you wanna know how I found out you were The Agent, Michael? I’ll give you a hint…” Lucifer snapped his fingers and that’s when the Twin teleported behind Tristan, who was listening in with June, but Twin grabbed Tristan and dragged him inside the tent as well, throwing him onto the floor beside his father. Lucifer walked up behind Tristan, grabbed a big handful of his gorgeous curly blonde hair, and yanked it as hard as he could. Tristan cried out in pain and in response, his eyes began to glow a bright white from the pain, “Your little boy has a bit of a temper issue…. can’t really handle his emotions too well you see. And ive only ever seen that glow in one other person…. You.” He had his hand still tangled in Tristan’s hair and continued to pull hard, making the boy whimper in agony and try his best to fight against Lucifer.

Michael went along as he was once again brought to Lucifer’s quarters, not that he had all that much of a say in the matter one way or the other in going. He let out a slight groan as he landed, his shoulder still somewhat sore despite Tristan having healed it. He looked up at Lucifer as he felt one of his talons under his chin, his eyes narrowing at his remarks. He did his best to keep himself expressionless as he was once again referred to as brother, but unable to keep from feeling the chill shoot up his spine. His eyes went slightly wide as Tristan was tossed in as well, but springing to his feet as he heard him let out a cry of pain.

“Let go of him Lucifer, you already know what it was to go toe to toe with me once before.” He warned, his hand already itching to pull out his blade. Michael knew that it likely only been a matter of time until Lucifer had figured out Tristan’s bloodline, but as he heard Tristan let out another whimper Michael once again was unable to control himself. He let out a low growl as his eyes once again shifted to that dark crimson glow, fully pulling his sword. “Let... my... son... go!”

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“You…. you knocked God on his ass?! Michael you’re lucky he didn’t disintegrate you on the spot!” June exclaimed, a soft laugh leaving her at the image of God all fucked up and on his back like a turtle.

“Speaking of your body adjusting, why were your eyes glowing red instead of white? Is that a byproduct of your fall?” Tristan asked, extremely curious as to how this whole thing worked. However, their family bonding moment was suddenly cut short when The Major and Scorpion walked into the tent.

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“Lucifer wants a word with you, Agent. And he doesn’t look happy.” Scorpion teased, walking over to June before kissing her hard and passionately right in front of Michael. Sadly for him, The Painted Doll kissed back, as that side of her still loved Scorpion and gently caressed Scorpion’s face when he finally pulled back.

Michael couldn’t help the genuine smile that came across his face as he heard June laugh, having missed the sound of it as the years passed. “I’m honestly surprised that wasn’t his first plan instead of having Batez and Bentz try to eliminate me.” He glanced over at Tristan as he asked about his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “I have to assume so, it’s hard to tell at the moment but outside of myself the only other one like me to fall has been Lucifer... there’s no real precedent set to tell one way or the other.” He paused a moment, opening his mouth to continue speaking before closing it again as the two others entered.

He let out a sigh at The Scorpion’s comment, but his jaw tightened as he saw the younger male kiss June. Were it not for Tristan being in the tent as well as feeling The Major put a hand on his shoulder, no doubt noticing the change in Michael’s posture, he likely would have gone for round two with The Scorpion when he finally pulled back. “I’d best not keep him waiting then...” He reached down and grabbed his blade, making sure that The Scorpion caught sight of it as he placed it back in his belt; a warning to the other without having to say a word.