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Random Obey Me! Headcannons
Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers
Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed
Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked
“Mammon what is this-”
“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”
Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask
Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole
Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated
This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that
“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”
“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”
“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”
Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym
Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't
Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm
Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better
Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast
Diavolo's favorite color is pink
Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world
Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general
Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist
Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking
Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it
Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare
Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard
Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit
Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music
If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed
Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it
Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off
Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide
Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that
Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards
Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time
Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon
Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them
Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead
#obey me#obey me!#obey me lucifer#obey me beel#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me levi#obey me thirteen#obey me simeon#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me luke#obey me mephistopheles#obey me raphael#obey me solomon#obey me belphie#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me mc#obey me x you
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𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 (𝟥)
Part 1 | Part 2
Warnings: Just Heartfelt Fluff
Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Bestfriend!Milagro x Bestfriend!Reader
Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?
Word Count: 2.0k+
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Author’s Note: What’s this??; not me publishing two parts in one day! Kinda got carried away with the fluffy ending but who cares?! :)
Spanish Translations
“mi vida.” — “my life.”
“Cálllate, Milagro!” — “Shut up, Milagro!”
“Cálllate, hermano! No me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?” — “You shut up, bro! You don’t see me having sex with your best friend, do you?”
“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.” — “Uhh, very rude, sis. I’m standing right here.”
“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.” — “Good, then you don’t need me to repeat myself.”
“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” — “Don’t worry, babe. You know that you’ll always be my number one girl.”
Everything seems to be picture perfect as you and Jaime viewed, all hot and bothered in each other’s arms. That was…until shit hit the fan for the both of you.
“Jaime! What the actual fuck are you doing?! And with my best friend?” That voice made your heart stop, instantly breaking out of your bubble. Thoughts of Milagro arriving back and catching you two in the act didn’t cross your mind.
You and Jaime looked at each other like deers caught in headlights as you both stumbled to cover yourselves up with your duvet.
How were you two gonna explain this to Milagro now?
“I’m scarred! For life, I’m permanently scarred.” She covers her eyes despite closing her eyes and leaving the room. Guess she needed double reassurance of security to unsee what she just saw. “(Y/N), where’s the bleach? I need two gallons of it for my eyes.”
“You’ll be fine!” Jaime brushes his sister off.
“Says you; you were the one getting it! Lock the door next time! I’m not ready to be an aunt just yet!” She shouts from the kitchen.
“Shut up, Milagro!” Jaime yells, annoyed at his sister. You got dressed in one of Jaime’s oversized hoodies and slipped into a pair of panties, preparing to leave and talk to Milagro.
“Cállate, hermano! No, me ves teniendo sexo con tu mejor amigo, verdad?”
Her statement causes you to softly giggle at their classical sibling tactics. “We have to go out there and talk to her.”
“No, we don’t,” He brings you in by the waist, tightening his grip so you can’t escape from his loving embrace, “She’s twenty years old, not ten and she’ll get over it.”
“She’s used to seeing me naked, not her older brother.” You defend the situation, your finger wiggling onto his chest. Jaime swiftly got dressed after hearing your concluding sentence.
“Wait, what?” His eyebrows furrowed together in shock and confusion, “When did my sister see you naked?”
“That’s a secret that I’ll take to my grave.” You leave the room.
“What? Why not (Y/N)?” Jaime begrudgingly jumps off the bed and follows after you.
The whole discussion with Milagro was awkward. Why wouldn’t it be awkward? She caught her brother and best friend having sex behind her back. The three of you awkwardly surrounded the small kitchen island, all remaining silent.
“When did this sneaky scandal begin?” That was her first question.
You answered, quickly calculating the time frame. “About two months ago.”
“Are you happy?” She cringes, even at her own words.
“It just happened, Milagro. He was the right guy at the right place and time.” You held her hand, “Please don’t be mad, Millie.”
“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”
Your perisan white cat Mimi jumps on the kitchen counter, and walks over to you, her fluffy tail high in the air and meows in your arms when you pick her up.
“So, are we good, Mil?” You nudge her. “All water under the bridge and shit!”
“Of course, we’re good, (Y/N).” Milagro assures you before gesturing over to her brother, “But out of all people, why my idiotic brother? You could do so much better.”
“Uhh, muy grosera, hermana. Estoy parado aquí mismo.”
“Bien, entonces no necesitas que me repita.”
Jaime began to argue until you interrupted him. “Guys, we’re getting off track here.”
“Were you guys drunk….when you two first slept with each other,” Your best friend grimaces in horror, shaking her head as she struggles to her words out. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Is this friends with benefits thing going anywhere?”
“I don’t feel comfortable discussing my sex life with my sister.”
“Well, you’re sleeping with my best friend so I’m required to know where this relationship is going.”
“That’s none of your business, that’s between me and (Y/N).” He finalizes. Mimi gestures over to Jaime, wanting to escape from your hands and into his. You scoff at her sudden switch-up, knowing that she was often clingy with you, barely paying attention to Jaime when he came over.
Mimi curls up into Jaime’s arm and he pets her.
“You know for friends with benefits, you two sure act like a couple.”
“What? Where did you get that idea from?”
“Oh come on, even Nana knew before you two idiots.” Milagro rolled her eyes, “She said; ‘There’s nothing like love at first sight, and your best friend and brother are no different to that infamous saying.’ She mimics her grandmother’s words.
“Wait, Is that why mami and papi were acting so weird with me whenever (Y/N) came to visit?”
“Everyone else knew except the two of you.” You stared at Jaime, unable to decipher his thoughts behind his eyes.
Was it true? Were you and Jaime so oblivious that neither of you noticed when other people started to discover the tension between you two? Did Jaime have feelings for you? If so, you were anxiously waiting for his reaction, hoping that you might have the possibility of becoming a couple.
Milagro’s voice broke you from your train of thought. “Don’t make no babies!” Those were her last words before the door slammed shut.
Dreaded silence lingered around the whole apartment as you thought of what to say.
Luckily, Jaime beat you to it and spoke first. “It was true...what I said earlier.” He hesitates.
Mimi jumps out of Jaime’s hold, and scurries off into the living room on a couch, wanting to escape from this current love confession.
“When you said that it was always me, not any other girl. That you’ll always choose me over any girl.” You clarify, recalling his words from doing extracurricular activities with him earlier.
“Yes, all of that is true. I do have feelings for you, (Y/N). I know we made a pact to remain strictly sexual and nothing beyond that but…I’m breaking it because I’m in love with you.”
“I feel the same way,” You whisper, leaning your foreheads together as you caress his face gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. A smile overtook his face, overjoyed at the reciprocated feelings.
You giggled at him when he picked you up, lifting your feet off the ground as you held him tightly. He spun you around, hearing your marvelous laughter erupt from your mouth, and stopped to give you a wholesome kiss.
“You’re free to back out now because there’s no going back anymore once I have you.”
“Oh no, pretty boy, I have no second thoughts, and neither should you. I’m in it for the long haul, all of you.”
A smirk appears on his face, “All of me?”
You quirk an eyebrow, immediately catching on to your unintentional seductive innuendo.
“Don’t push it.” You peck his lips.
“And you better not be holding out on my well-deserved kisses.” He quips, caressing your face as you gaze into his eyes. The boy puckered his lips, “Now I know that you can do better than that.”
You chuckle in amusement at his humor, sending him a thoughtful intimate kiss, as if you were pouring all of your love and affection into it. This time his lips are soft, melting onto your plump brown ones.
When you pull away from him, he gives you a dumbfounded expression, hazy from the powerful kiss.
“Oh yeah, I could certainly get used to this.” He nods, beaming when you pull him in for another kiss.
“Red’s definitely your color.” He says referring to your shade of lipstick as he disconnected your lips. Little does he know that he’s sharing the same faint lipstick on his mouth…and certain parts of his body. “I don’t know why you don’t wear it more often.”
“Because I’m working most of the time, Reyes.”
“Yeah, but when you’re off work, it’s a different story. You should absolutely wear red lipstick occasionally, you look even sexier in red.” You narrowed your eyes at him, urging him to elaborate, noticing his shyness replacing confidence. “Not that you need makeup to look sexier. I was just— meant to say that you do whatever you want to do.”
“Well, I do know that I look sexy in red, Jaime.” You tease him. “But I think that you prefer me with nothing at all. Just all natural, isn’t that right?” Although he grew used to your confidence, you still rendered him clueless and flustered at times.
Mimi brushes against your legs, making her presence known again, causing you to pull away from Jaime. Picking her up gently, she meowed in affection.
“You also have a stepdaughter now.” You held up Mimi excitedly, waving your medium-sized cat in front of your boyfriend.
He laughs as Mimi reaches out for Jaime. Your cat cuddles into his embrace and lounges her body all over him.
“Kiss-ass,” You mutter folding your arms, avoiding eye contact with either of them, hating that your boyfriend’s attention is already being stolen away by your cat, “Just so you know, I’m not fighting with my daughter over my boyfriend.”
With Mimi comfortably adjusted on his left arm, he stretches his other arm across your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You have to crane your neck just to look up at him because he is almost nearly 6 feet tall.
“No te preocupes, cariño. Sabes que siempre serás mi chica número uno.” He places a kiss on your temple, content when you snuggle into his body, wrapping your arms around his waist.
The cat cuddling Jaime screeches in betrayal, seemingly understanding the different language.
“Apparently, Mimi understands Spanish as well.” He jokes, looking down at the cat, whose eyes narrow down in annoyance and disappointment. Attempting to bring up Mimi’s mood, he scratches her head and kisses her on the head as well. The persian cat purrs lovingly in response as she rests her head on his chest.
You swoon over the wholesome interaction between your boyfriend and your dear cat.
“I love you, mi vida.” He kisses your cheek.
“I love you too, my pretty boy.”
Perhaps some rules were made to be broken, exploring the boundaries and the depth of the type of relationship. Either way, you finally had Jaime and you were never letting go of him. Hopefully, your new healthy relationship will transpire into a long-term relationship, full of mutual respect, admiration, and most importantly, communication. He was determined to make him the best boyfriend that you dated.
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leap of faith - aaron hotchner
title: leap of faith
summary: sometimes, all you need to find true happiness is to take a leap of faith.
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader
word count: 1668
warning(s): mention of haley and underage drinking
a/n: so the idea of this story came from the amazingly talented @greg-montgomery's scenario here. all credit for this idea goes to them. if you want some really good hotch fics, please go check them out! i thought it was so cute and just had to write it. hope you guys enjoy!
This is not how I pictured my Tuesday morning at the office going, you think to yourself as Penelope crosses out yet another name from her lists of your potential suitors. With the help of JJ and Emily, she had managed to compile thirty-two names, and more than half of them have already been scrapped. Before today, you had refused every time they had brought up the idea of setting you up on a blind date. That was before you realized that the feelings you held for your boss, Aaron, were far from friendly. You knew that nothing would come of what you were feeling, so you came to Penelope’s office and told her that you would agree to one date.
“What about this one?” Penelope asks as she swipes to the next picture. This guy was not bad-looking, by any means. He looked young, had hazel that glittered with mischief, and there was a boy-next-door charm to him. Something about him seemed so familiar, though. You couldn’t quite place it. “His name is Thomas, he’s twenty-seven, and he works in the Cyber Response department.”
“He looks like a younger version of Hotch,” Emily remarks from her place to your right.
Penelope tilts her head and seems to consider this. “Huh. Now that you point it out, I can’t unsee it.” She looks at you. “What do you think, Y/N?”
Truthfully, you could see the tiniest bit of a resemblance between the two of them, but you know that this man would never compare to Aaron—Hotch. But you know that nothing will happen between you and Hotch. So, you see this as the perfect opportunity to start moving on. “He’s cute,” you tell Penelope. “I’ll give him a chance.”
Letting out a giddy squeal, she scribbles down his number and hands it to you. You text him as soon you leave Penelope’s office, introducing yourself, telling him that your friend from the office had told you about him, and asking him if he wanted to go out sometime.
Sure. Thomas writes back after a few minutes, Does Friday at eight sound good to you? There is a new Mediterranean place a few blocks away from my office I want to take you to.
It’s a date! I love Mediterranean food. :)
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Friday comes faster than you expect it to. You’d made sure to bring a change of clothes and a bag of your favorite makeup to save you the half-hour drive back to your apartment to get ready. The dress you’re wearing is a little red number, courtesy of Emily, with a slit up your both your thighs and tiny straps holding it to your body. The first time you tried it on, you didn’t think your body would fill the dress out as well as hers did, but it fit like a glove. You felt confident in the dress; you felt sexy. It was the motivation you needed to not back out of the date.
You’re touching up your lipstick when a voice brings out of your thoughts. “I thought you left hours ago.”
It’s Aaron. “Hotch.”
He tilts his head, and the cute little frown he wears when he’s confused appears. “What are you still doing here? You should be at home getting some rest.”
“I have a date tonight, and I didn’t want to drive the thirty minutes home to get ready when the restaurant is only a couple of blocks away,” you explain, and he nods. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know how I let the girls talk me into going. I mean, I trust them with my life, but…” You laugh quietly to yourself.
“They just want to see you have fun and not focus on work all the time. We all deserve time to ourselves every now and again.” A small smile of his own comes over his face, and it makes your heart stutter in your chest. “At least that’s what Penelope told me before she tried to set me up on a date of my own.”
Your quiet laugh turns into incessant giggles. “Oh, I would’ve loved to see how that went.”
He shakes his head fondly. “Penelope meant well, but the woman and I didn’t click. Plus, I think it was too soon after my divorce from Haley. I wasn’t ready to let myself date again.”
You nod. “I understand that.” You stand from your chair and smooth out your dress with your palms, looking up at your boss. “Do I look okay?”
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Aaron tells you, but there’s something in his expression as he says it. You don’t know what to call it.
“Thank you.”
“I should let you get to your date. Have a good night, Y/N.” He turns and makes his way back to his office.
You are on your way out of the bullpen when—and you don’t know what compels you to do it, either—you look back at Hotch. The blinds to office are pulled open, but you notice a shift in his posture. His shoulders are drawn tight like a cord that’s about to snap, the expression void of the playfulness that was there not even two minutes ago.
You dig your phone out of your purse and text your date. Hey, Thomas! It’s Y/N. I’m sorry that this is so last minute, but something came up at the office. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it tonight. You walk up the stairs to Hotch’s office and knock on the door. “Y/N?” He asks when he opens the door. “Did you forget something?”
You shake your head. “No. My date cancelled on me.”
He frowns. “I’m sorry.”
You shrug your shoulders. “It’s fine, it was only a date. I don’t think it would’ve worked out anyway.” You look past his shoulder into his office. “What are you still doing here?”
He lifts a file folder into your line of sight. “Paperwork for our most recent case. I wanted to start on it before we’re called on a new one.”
“Do I mind if I join you?”
He purses his lips in confusion. “Of course I don’t mind, but all I’d be doing is paperwork. You’d have more fun watching paint dry.”
“Well, since my night is now free, all I’d be doing is taking a shower and having a hot date with my couch and a bottle of wine.” You smile at your boss. “Besides, I wouldn’t be watching. I’d be helping.”
Hotch shakes his head. “You don’t have to do that—”
“Hotch, I mean this with every ounce of respect and admiration I have for you, which is a lot, but please just shut up and let me help you.” He lets out a laugh in surprise. “I know that I don’t have to help, but I want to. Please let me.”
He steps to the side to let you come into his office, and you take a seat on his couch. “So, what can I do, boss?”
He smiles at his place from behind his desk. “Will you read me my notes from the file next to you? I’d like to put them in the report.”
You nod. “Sure thing.” You pick up the file to your left and flip it open, Hotch’s notes scribbled onto post-it notes stuck to the paper. “You ready?”
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“No way,” you exclaim through your fit laughter. “No way that happened!”
The table in front of you is littered with takeout boxes. You and Aaron sit next to each other on the small couch, your knees grazing. Aaron’s half-empty container of beef Lo Mein sits in his lap while you hold your nearly full container of veggie fried rice.
“Well, it did,” Aaron’s smile stretches from ear to ear. “I’m sure there’s still evidence of it lurking somewhere on the internet.”
“I just… I have a hard time believing that Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the FBI Behavioral Analysis, jumped off the roof of a two-story house into a pool.” You spoon more of your rice into your mouth. “It’s so out of character for you.”
“In my defense, I was sixteen and thought I was invincible. I may also have been drunk.”
“Huh. Aaron the troublemaker? Never would have pegged you that way.”
He tries to hide his smile under a bite of his Lo Mein. “There are a lot of things about me that will surprise you.”
You raise an eyebrow. “I’ve always loved a good mystery.”
Aaron tilts his head. “You know, now that I think about it, I never found out if that punch had been spiked or not.”
This causes you to dissolve into giggles.
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“So, Y/N,” Emily asks as she walks through the bullpen the next morning with Penelope and JJ in tow, “how did it go last night?”
Penelope bumps her shoulder into yours. “Yeah. I want to know everything!”
Morgan looks up at the three of you from his desk, and Spencer does the same from his own. “What happened last night?”
“I was supposed to go on a date last, but it got cancelled last minute,” you tell them and then look between Penelope and Emily. “So, there’s nothing to tell.”
“That sucks,” JJ laments. You shrug and tell her that you weren’t really worried about it. There’s a lull in the conversation until you spot Aaron walking past the bullpen to his office.
You smile. “Morning, Aaron!”
He turns to you and returns your smile. “Morning, Y/N.”
Penelope, Emily, JJ, and Derek all turn to you once Aaron is out of earshot. “Aaron?” JJ asks, a tone of pleasant surprise coloring her voice.
You shrug nonchalantly, a small smile coming to your lips. “I’m solving a mystery,” you tell them before making your way to your desk.
The four of them share looks of bewilderment before Spencer speaks up. “You guys didn’t know? I could see it from a mile away.”
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Right here and now I am about to spend every penny I have for my name just to see this magic man of colours
I swear you have no idea how badly the Undertale Fandom adores and loves him especially after Underverse and all, people out there still make amazing AUs and involves Fresh constantly
Last time I checked there’s an Idol version of him and I can’t unsee it cause that’s such a Fresh thing he’s just there to have fun and vibe <3
Keep the amazing work!!! And don’t push yourself too hard you deserve a good break from time to time so better be looking after yourself well!! 🫶🫶🫶
IDOL VERSION??? That's INCREDIBLE omg.
I'm so glad people love him. I make fun of Error till the end of days (I do love Error but I also just love to pick on him!) but Fresh and Geno in particular I just. Cannot do that to them.
I was actually a little hesitant to include Fresh in the game at all! Since he's more of a side character, with a bunch of other wacky characters as well in-game. Especially since I know what a big fanbase he already has, compared to everyone else you'll meet in-game. All the other characters are coming in with zero recognition. But the more I thought it through, the more this role was *perfect* for him, and it felt wrong not to include him in this at all.
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Missingno! Larry AU Evidence
This is an AU/Headcanon made by johnchurch on AO3, this was all inspired by them and I really fell in love with it, please support them! (I hope it’s okay mentioning you)
I wanted to share this AU and give some “evidence” to support it for fun. Larry deserves to have some glitch eldritch vibes <3
The iconic Missingo from Red and Blue had a Bird/Normal typing! The Bird Type was a scrapped typing for Red and Blue, which became the Flying Type. Larry specializes in both Normal and Flying types due to being a Gym Leader and an Elite Four member. This is probably a reference to Normal/Flying being the most common dual typing.
Missingno’s party sprite appears as the “generic man” NPC sprite. Larry the Exceptional Everyman…
Missingno is very pixelated with lots of squares and rectangles. Some believe the white spaces with a pixel in the middle are its eyes. Larry is the only character in Scarlet and Violet to have square eyes
Missingno causes a lot of glitches in areas like the Pokémon League Hall of Fame, making all the entries become scrambled or straight up ineligible. In the Scarlet and Violet Books, there are pages that are missing words and letters in every single copy of that book. *Squints at Larry working at the Pokémon League for 3 different jobs*
This is a bit of a joke, but when describing Missingno’s appearance, many websites say it’s shaped “like a backwards L.”
L for Larry haha
Larry’s Gym Floor has this odd clipping effect going on. It’s more noticeable once you send Pokémon out in the Gym Floor. Depending on the severity of glitches in your game, Pokémon can sink halfway into the floor! Interesting how this effect is only seen in Medali Gym! (His Gym vs Elite Four room for comparison)
The Elite Four battle music has become infamous for somehow glitching, repeating the first few notes over and over again. It’s caused by a Memory Leak glitch, and it’s very unnerving to battle with it playing haha. What did you do, Larry? Were you in a bad mood?
Looking at the slowed-down animation of Larry’s Pokeball throw kinda freaked me out. I love his aggressive throw, but looking at it carefully, it looks like there’s a frame where his head is detached from his body? Once I noticed it, I can’t unsee it! It’s a lot more noticeable when watching the actual animation. Please be more careful with your vessel, Larry
This glitch was so funny to me, but when battling Top Champion Geeta, a glitch can occur where Larry appears at the edge of the arena. He just…watches you battle, unmoving. It’s so perfect haha. Larry glitches his way in to support you and watch you beat up his boss
I know this is just classic Pokémon animation, but Larry pulls all his Pokeballs from his breast pocket instead of a belt or pants pocket. I’ve always loved this animation for its ‘misdirection’ trick. He goes to adjust his tie, and in a flash he pulls out a Pokeball! Considering he has several teams of Pokémon,how do they even fit? Missingno glitches the 6th item in your inventory, giving you 128 copies of that item. People have used this glitch to get tons of Masterballs or Rare Candies. Perhaps Larry’s pocket has these infinite capabilities as well? (also he looks so cool in this screenshoot!)
I love how…aggressively normal Larry is. Average office worker, average tired overworked man, normal personality , normal appearance, normal normal normal. I’d like to imagine that Missingno!Larry tries so hard to behave like a normal person, to the point he’s a bit abnormal haha. If you think about it, his title of the ‘Exceptional Everyman’ fits very well. Exceptional can mean “outstanding,” but also “unusual” and “abnormal.” His title is very deceptive
This AU is so entertaining ! Having this sort of mindset makes the glitches in the game a lot more fun. All the twisted movements, glitched out faces, and see-through landscapes may all be from the forbidden presence of an ‘unremarkable’ Missingno.
I’d love to hear some other ideas/evidence y’all have! Thank you johnchurch for my new obsession haha, it’s such a cool idea
Edit: I’m definitely making a Giratina! Larry AU because the reblogs are right, it is too funny to pass up. The real banishment is being stuck in a 9-5 office job and working two side jobs to make ends meet
#pokemon larry#gym leader larry#elite four larry#missingno#I love eldritch Larry he deserves to be a little odd#AUs like this or the Giratina or Zoroark Larry AUs are so much fun#Larry is like ‘ppl just want something weird or bizarre’#and he’s right I can’t just let him be completely normal#kallistopost#theory post#kinda
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Omg imagine degrading dazai, saying how much you'd rather be with Chūya or someone else close to him, and the baby breaks down, sobbing and apologising, even shying away from your touch cos he thinks he's not good enough
Why…. Why would you do this 😭
Omg but it’d be so sad,
“Yeah? You pathetic little whore,” you say cruelly, pulling on his hair as you ride him roughly, “this is what you deserve, huh? Being treated like a little bitch”
He whimpers, your words hurt and so does the way your biting into his neck,
too rough…
too mean…
“You’re a disgusting slut, aren’t you?” You seethe, snarl on your face as you bounce harder, and Dazai feels like his hips are going to bruise from the weight of you dropping down on them
“N-no, m’not! don’-don’ say that, please!” He mumbles meekly, words slurred, and unbeknownst to you, tears are slowly forming in his eyes
You’re too focused on your own pleasure, on the filth spitting from your mouth that you pay no attention to Dazais reactions and words
“Talking back to me? God, I knew I should’ve chosen chuuya when I had the chance!”
Those words were the straw that broke the camels back
Immediately Dazai let’s out a gut wrenching sob, face screwing up as the tears finally roll down his face
You freeze, feeling your blood run cold
“No! No, please! M’sorry, m’sorry, ‘know m’not good enough, know chuuya’s better, but please, don’t leave! I cant- cant- don’ wan’ you to leave please-“ he wails out, body trembling and chest heaving as he cries
He brings up his hands to shield his face from you, ashamed to show himself to your scrutiny. He’s curling in on himself, and you can’t stop berating yourself
When did he become soft?! how the fuck did you not notice?! what is wrong with you-
You stop yourself, you need to focus on Dazai right now, not pity yourself
“Oh baby, no I didn’t mean-“ you reach out to cup his face, but as soon as your fingers brush his hands, he flinches, sobbing louder as he shifts away from you
You try to get off of him, but he screams out a desperate “no!”, eyes wide
“M’sorry, m’sorry-hic- m’sorry! Please, please don’ leave me!” He blubbers, entire body jolting with the force of his sobs
“Dazai, Dazai, shhhh,” you try your best to soothe, running your hand along his shoulder in a comforting gesture, “I’m not leaving you, sweetheart. You’re the best I could ask for! I was just saying words, none of them are true! I love you so much, more than anyone-“
You can see his breathing slightly calm down, though still hitching; but you’ll take what you can get
“You-you’re lying!” He sniffles out, eyes wide and unseeing
“No baby, I’m not. I love you, I’d never leave you, for anyone, let alone chuuya. You’re perfect,” you say, reaching out to grab his hands and move them away from his face
“P-promise?” He asks hesitantly, sticking out his pinky finger
You chuckle, smiling at him, “promise”
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I’m glad I have my dog sleeping on me so that I don’t get sad
She’s snoring so fucking loud, it’s like she works a 9-5 💀
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#bungoustraydogs#sub bsd#sub bungou stray dogs#osamu dazai x reader#osamu dazai#dazai#dazai osamu x reader#sub dazai#dazai x reader#dazai osamu
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I cannot stop thinking about how a live action so(u)l would look in terms of its animatronic characters
Obviously ignoring the fact that budgets exist, I’d want each animatronic other than Goodbye to have two models. Only like. The *tiniest* bit different from each other.
The model used when only June is there is more smooth, more ‘perfect’ and ‘real’, with no seams (or faint seams) where they have them, and animated more fluidly, more lifelike. Hello especially I want to seem as though he isn’t bound by the laws of physics. He moves far too light for how a robot of his size would move. Same with the other animatronics, they feel real, but like they’re from another world.
The second any other human is in the room, we use the other, more realistic models. You can see the seams. You can see the outlines around their eyes where their casings end and the endoskeleton begins, but only if you really look. Their animations are a stiffer and more realistic. Their lip syncs are occasionally slightly off. You can hear the clicking when they blink. You can hear the motors and mechanisms inside of them when they move. (Faintly, so so faintly).
The only exception being Goodbye, who only has the more realistic model, and only ever moves in a more realistic way. I want you to feel the weight of the metal he’s made out of. I want him to feel the most tangible out of all of them. He is there with the humans. He can touch them. He can hurt them.
I want the differences to be something you notice on a second or third viewing. I want it to be something that you have to really look/listen for, and when you see it, you can’t unsee it
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Robin sat right down, sighing, “So what? We all live in the woods and hope the kids find us?”
“They will,” Steve reassured, “Lucas is probably getting help as we speak. Besides, it’s not that cold out. We’ll be fine. And if they don’t find us, we’ll find them.”
Nancy nodded, despite the fact that she was already shivering. But Steve noticed. He didn’t even hesitate to take his own jacket off.
She frowned, as he draped it over her shoulders, “But what about you?”
“I have a sweater and an Eddie blanket,” Steve smiled, “I'll be just fine.”
“Speaking of that…” Eddie trailed in, “How about Steve and I go a little bit away and keep watch?”
Chrissy knew Jason was losing it, but she was 100 percent confident he was busy dealing with his murdered friend. She frowned, “Do you really think they’ll come after watching their friend die-”
“Yeah, you two go do that,” Robin interrupted with a sigh. She turned to Chrissy, “They want to make-out and save us the headache. We’re almost certain to be good for the night.”
“We'll be back soon,” Steve said, a slight flush to his cheeks but he didn’t correct her, “And we won’t go far.”
“Within an hour,” Nancy warned, “And keep quiet.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie said flippantly, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulder, “You won’t even miss us.”
They walked away into the darkness, leaning into each other as they went. Chrissy was pretty sure she saw Steve stick his hand into Eddie’s back pocket before they were out of sight.
“It’s actually insane that they haven’t gotten caught yet,” Robin said as she watched them go, “I only found out because I saw them shoving tongues in a parking lot. But once you know, you can never unsee it.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t catch on sooner,” Chrissy sighed as she sat to Robin’s left, Nancy taking the right, “Did they really trick all of you?”
“All of us,” Nancy confirmed through a yawn, “They can actually be pretty sneaky when they want to be. They just never want to be.”
Nancy rested her head against Robin’s shoulder, Steve’s jacket wrapped tightly around her, “We should sleep.”
“We will,” Robin said quietly, “But don’t wait for us. Go right ahead.”
Nancy gave her a little smile, “If you say so.”
It barely took a few minutes for her to be completely out. She looked so peaceful, so much younger when she was asleep. Chrissy was well aware that Nancy was a small girl, but she had so much presence.
“She looks so much bigger when she's awake,” Chrissy mumbled quietly, “Like she can take on the world.”
“She probably could,” Robin laughed, “I think it’s all personality.”
“I know. I wish I could be like that.”
“Why?” Robin asked, furrowing her brow, “You’re literally perfect.”
Chrissy couldn’t help but laugh at that, “How on Earth am I perfect?”
But Robin didn’t look like she was joking, “Dude you are. You’re so sweet and fun. You’re talented, athletic, pretty, but still nice somehow. You’re brave as hell, if this whole scenario stands for anything. And you’re hot when you punch dudes in the face.”
That was almost too sweet for Chrissy to hear. But she couldn’t help but zero in on one thing, “You think I’m hot?”
Robin froze, opening and closing her mouth as she stuttered, “I-No? I mean, yes? I-objectively yes. Not creepily.”
Chrissy smiled, her heart beating a little faster at the implication. But… Jason. She felt so bad for him. After what he’d seen, it made sense to blame them. But it only made sense now. There was no framework to understand what was happening before and to just blame Eddie and Nancy for everything was ridiculous. She’d never seen him like that before, so out of sorts. He was so good at keeping his temper undercheck, she didn’t get what was happening to him.
But… she had been pretty clear hadn’t she? She didn’t leave with him, she never even tried. She told him to go home, that she didn’t need him, she didn’t want him. It… it was close enough to a break-up wasn’t it? Chrissy wasn’t sure. Though she had a feeling even thinking of things the way she was made her a bad person.
It just didn’t stop her from blurting, “I-I count tonight as breaking up with Jason. Just so you know. We um, we were never that close but my mom- she likes his family a-and… he used to be nice. He is nice but he’s… it doesn’t matter. We aren’t together. Just um, so you know. If you didn’t.”
She wanted to say more but… Chrissy could only be so brave in one day.
“I was um,” Robin swallowed, her face already red, “I was hoping that was the case. Because you deserve to be happy and I don’t…. I don't think he could do that.”
“He couldn’t,” Chrissy said softly, inching her fingers slowly to intertwine with Robin’s. She felt okay, as okay as she could be with the circumstances-
“Mmph!”
Chrissy nearly jumped at the sudden noise, the only saving grace was that she definitely recognized it as Eddie’s voice.
“Are they okay?” Chrissy asked nervously, staring out into the darkness. But Robin didn’t seem worried, she just gave Chrissy’s hand a comforting squeeze.
“I wouldn't check if I were you,” Robin sighed, “If they get loud again I'll throw a rock in their general direction. But they are fine. Trust me.”
from the newest chapter of this fic
#steddie#steddie fic#chrissy cunningham#robin buckley#eddie munson#steve harrington#the universe trapped in your skin#steddie childhood friends au#fic excerpt
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fic/headcanon prompt: the fam's realisation moments that emma and regina were in love
ok i tried for so long to write this into a fic for you, anon but haven’t been able to work it into the right words so i’m gonna do it as a headcanon now (i hope that’s okay with you). maybe someday i’ll find a way to make it work
anyway, these are my thoughts
rumple is the first one to figure it out. emma comes to him, angry about the dreamcatcher that told her regina killed archie and suddenly, it just clicks. and for a man who could see so much of the future, this really sort of takes him by surprise
but it makes some perfect sense in a way and now, he understands why regina was able to save emma from that portal and why no matter how many people try to sway her, emma can’t seem to find it in her to believe that regina is just a bad person
because he’s known regina her entire life (i know they met after daniel died, but—) and no one has ever fought for her like emma does
it’s when they stop the trigger though that he realizes it isn’t one sided. he knows magic better than anyone, and the fact that emma and regina found a way to stop that little diamond tells him all he needs to know about how they really feel
snow is the next one to figure it out. they’re standing at the town line, pan’s curse is about to hit, and it’s hard to look at the way emma’s crying and regina’s giving up her happiness and not see that they’ve fallen hard
her suspicions are only confirmed when she watches how regina struggles the following year, not only because of the pain of losing henry, but from the pain of losing emma too
and that’s how david gets it. he catches regina in a bad place one night at the castle and the way she’s upset for more than just henry is enough to clue him in
he doesn’t know for sure that emma’s in love with regina too until she brings marian back and david spends the next few days trying to get emma to calm down because the fact that she took away regina’s chance at happiness (and the fact that regina won’t talk to her) is killing her
when he didn’t have his memories, henry was convinced emma and regina had been in a relationship once before he was born. and when he gets his memories back, it’s hard to unsee that because now a lot of their behavior towards each other makes sense
and this is the kid who took exactly five seconds to believe that he was living in a town full of fairytale characters. it’s easy to believe that his moms would fall in love, and like the rest of the family, he can’t help but agree that it kind of makes perfect sense
belle realizes in camelot when she finds out emma gave regina the dagger. she’s had experience in this. the dark one giving someone the dagger is like them giving them their heart so she knows emma has feelings for regina
and the way regina clutches the dagger like her life depends on it tells her regina feels the same way about emma
zelena is, surprisingly, the last one to figure it out. it’s the day after emma told regina hook proposed and regina is so upset and zelena is pissed because it’s been years now and how had she not seen something so obvious?
for about 20 seconds, she tries to convince regina to crash the wedding, but regina shuts that idea down pretty quickly
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Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE
a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor.
word count: 1,466
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core
Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.
I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.
Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.
Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.
The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.
But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.
She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.
Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.
Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?
Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.
If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.
My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.
And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.
Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.
You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.
It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.
I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.
"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.
I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.
My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.
Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.
The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.
My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.
That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.
It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.
#dexter morgan#dexter showtime#michael c hall#dexter morgan x reader#send help#i want him#dead dove do not eat
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BLOOD||HUNGER
[PREV PART] [AO3]
I was like, 'damn, it's been a while since I updated this fic...' [it's been 6 days, but it's a while for me] so I started writing yesterday.
Woke up today and went 'damn this is trash lmao'. Rewrote everything. Much happier with this chapter, I've been waiting to write the final scene for the entire fic >:)
This chapter is called "Accursed Among Weapons". Hope you like it!
Page 23 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 10:
May I know your face, the Blind Man asks,
The Beast regards eyes unseeing, I thought you blind,
Indeed they are, though my hands have yet to fail,
The Beast nears, eyes shine beguiled,
Hands pass over mounds and hills, shell damaged,
Yet the man determines, you are no Beast,
Your hands find mine fitting, your nose twisted like mine,
Your eyes close, when brushed upon like mine,
The Beast retreats, hands leave paths,
Then perhaps, O fallen knight,
You are like me,
Perhaps, you too are a beast.
The communicator knew.
(You’ve always been a disappointment, son. Just like your mother-)
The Hunter must know as well.
(You need anything, you let me know, Simon. We don’t go through things alone. We are a team-)
(Don’t you want it to stop, Riley? You can end this. Just break. Let go-)
And…
(Ah wanted to be like him, back then-)
Now…
(now Ah want to be better)
Johnny knows.
He can see it in the tense line of his spine, in the way he stepped back from the gleeful man. As if the distance will make his words ring any less true.
The communicator’s face contorts, smile stretching and stretching, and suddenly he’s not the Hunter’s soldier anymore. He’s his father, cruel and heartless, he’s Roba, sickeningly sweet as he rips away at flesh methodically.
He’s Simon, rotting in a grave, maggots and dirt burrowing into his eyes, teeth exposed by decaying cheeks. A permanent grin.
The knife slides down his sleeve faster than Ghost can think, the beating of his heart silencing all other sounds. He doesn’t shake as he draws his arm back, and throws. The blade whistles through the air, a shrill cry, and a thunk as it lands in the communicator’s eye.
Simon’s vile smile lasts for a moment longer, before the dead man slumps and the vision fades.
Yet it’s not over, the memories keep flooding Ghost’s mind, an incessant swarm muddling his senses. He can’t kill him, the dead man in his mind, the corpse he dragged out of the grave.
Soap turns around, slowly, eyes dragging from Ghost’s still raised hand to his mask.
He’s only snapped out of thoughts when Johnny’s voice mutters, “what… the fuck… did you do?”
Ghost looks at the Sergeant, frozen in shock. He looks at the corpse he created, and he realizes.
He just killed the communicator. The Hunter’s right hand.
His way to revenge.
Soap stomps to him, pulling Ghost up by his tacvest only to slam him to the wall, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YE JUST DO?!”
“I didn’t- He wasn’t-” Ghost fumbles through the words, mind still reeling.
Soap winds his fist back to hit him, a snarl hidden under the black face mask, right as the door to the room is slammed open. Everyone halts for a charged moment.
The soldier snaps out first, shouting and raising his rifle to shoot. Soap is faster, though, and he takes Ghost’s pistol out of his holster, and takes the hostile down with a perfect headshot. It wasn’t fast enough. Every other soldier is alerted now.
Soap takes the soldier’s rifle and throws it at Ghost’s direction, taking his from the table. He glances at him, and Ghost’s heart shrivels at the pure hatred in his eyes.
(All you know to do is hurt, Simon. You should’ve stayed dead)
“Ah’m not done with ye, jus’ so ye know. Get up.”
Ghost uses the wall to lift himself on shaky legs, “Soap-”
The Sergeant leaves the room, not sparing another second to talk. It leaves a bitter weight sinking in his guts.
(How much more can he hurt Johnny?)
Ghost takes the rifle, inhaling deeply. He fucked Soap over enough as it is, he can’t leave him to fight alone. He leaves the room, and the slumped corpse, behind.
Outside, Soap is taking cover behind a stack of crates, bullets splintering the wooden boxes. A group of soldiers is trying to push up the staircase, currently stuck due to Soap’s bullets. It won’t stay like that long, the cover quickly becoming ineffective and the sheer amount of hostiles overwhelming.
He sidled by Soap, “you got any more gas bottles?”
“If I had any, I would’ve thrown them already, ye feckin’ overgrown bastard.”
A bullet hits the wall right next to Soap’s head, far too close for comfort, and the Sergeant leans out to shoot back. Ghost pulls him back to cover, ignoring his answering curses, “let me go, Ghost!”
(He can’t watch Johnny die today)
“You’re going to get yourself killed.” He grunts, challenging Soap with a glare. The Sergeant clenches his jaw, “ye got a better idea?!”
His gaze drifts to the labels on the boxes behind them. Soap follows it, and Ghost can tell something on the manifest catches his attention, “think you can craft another trap for ‘em?”
Ghost watches Soap’s bright blue eyes skim through the items listed, a small grin growing on his face.
(He wishes he could keep it there)
“Aye…” Soap pulls out a knife, cutting the tape off one of the smaller boxes, and taking off his backpack. Ghost shoots a few soldiers that dared to come closer, paying half attention to the Sergeant’s work. The box was apparently full of batteries.
Soap is silent as he works, unlike the other times…
(Simon hates it)
“What’s the batteries for?” he chances a question.
Soap’s grin widens, “not just any kind, lithium batteries. Nastiest fire starter a ten-year-old has access to in a typical kitchen. Ye stab it just a wee bit, it ignites beautifully. I swear mah pa was about teh kill me when I-” he cuts himself off, seemingly remembering who he’s talking to, smile dropping. “Just need something to ignite this.” he points to a bottle he grabbed from his pack, and when Ghost takes a closer look between fights he finds it’s… Bourbon.
“You like Kentucky, Johnny?”
The Sergeant scoffs, “the only thing this shite is good fer is molotovs. Ye couldn’t pay me to drink it.”
Ghost empties his clip on a particularly brave soldier. He searches for a new one before realizing he ran out. Soap wordlessly throws him a new one.
“What would be your drink of choice then, Sergeant?”
Soap portions the Bourbon among a few empty beer bottles, “don’t see why ye should fuckin’ care.” he grunts harshly.
Right. Conversation over.
When he finishes his little “gift”, Soap shoves a bottle towards Ghost, explaining, “I punctured the coating, so any small disturbance should light that lithium right up. The alcohol is jus’ gonna make it a little more…fun.”
“Copy.” Ghost’s fingers tingle when they brush Soap’s as he passes him a bottle. The battery inside is clanking dangerously.
(If only he didn’t always wear gloves…)
Soap doesn’t waste any time, and without coordinating with Ghost, throws his bottle to the middle of the hostile group. Ghost waits for a few seconds of nothing before asking, “how long does it take to work, Sergeant?”
Turning to look at him, Ghost sees the gears turning in Johnny’s head, eyes wide before he frowns. The Sergeant grabs the now empty bottle of Bourbon and mutters to himself. Whatever he found made him furious, and he threw the bottle to the side, “it was fuckin’ bottle proof!”
“What’s that got to do with-” “means there’s not enough alcohol in that garbage to fucking ignite!” Soap cuts him off, lifting his gun to shoot down some drenched, but clearly not-on-fire, soldiers, “I can’t read this goddamn language, how should Ah know that shite is only 40%!”.
The group seemed to recognize their panic, as they start pushing forward with rising aggression. Ghost looks around, trying to find a way out, any way out-
(If it comes down to one or the other, he rather Johnny got out)
Ghost hauls a dead soldier up, springing ahead and using the corpse as a shield. “What the fuck- Ghost!” Soap shouts behind him. He ignores it.
(Not like he’ll mourn, should Simon die)
He reaches the first step, and shoves the corpse down the stairs, knocking several soldiers off their feet in a domino effect, swiftly taking them out. He glances down, finding more soldiers rushing up, as well as a few attempting to shoot from the ground.
Ghost snarls, feeling the blood rush in his ears, brandishing bullets like fangs and blades as claws.
He runs forward. When his mags ran out, he used his knives.
And when the knives were buried far too deep to pull back out, he used his hands.
Ghost is a weapon, to be picked up and discarded as needed.
And he is needed - to get Johnny out alive.
Red encircles his vision. The world reduces to the fight, to the crunch of bone under his palms, and the slick of blood beneath his boot. Ghost was born of hate and violence, yet it was always in the hands of someone else.
Always on a leash. Always controlled by foreign hands.
No more. He decides what to ravage, he decides who to tear apart.
(Simon has been buried for long enough)
Pain bursts through Ghost, the source undetermined. Could it be the poison, eating its way to his heart? Perhaps it was a frightful soldier, fruitlessly trying to survive the unsurvivable?
Or was it something deep inside him, a little boy crying while his father swings once more, no one to hear his pleas?
(Was it Simon, tearfully begging?)
(What could he be begging for?)
(What could Simon want…?)
The red fades, his surroundings returning into focus. The makeshift base is unnervingly quiet.
Ghost’s legs shake, a warning the poison is about to wreck through his system soon. Soap runs up to him, his blue eyes wide.
(Are you afraid, Johnny?)
(Please don’t be)
“Yer… what the fuck is wrong with ye?!” he asks, not with as much hate as pure surprise.
Ghost winces as his muscles start to lock up. He spots their truck, relatively undamaged in the scuffle, and starts towards him. Johnny sputters behind him, quickly shaking from his stupor to take the driver’s sit.
They sit in silence for a moment, Soap openly staring at his bloody form.
“Drive.” Ghost orders, voice softer than he intended.
Johnny follows with no complaint. Simon lets his head lean on the window, and prepares for the poison to take its course with him.
He wonders whether it’s lethal. If eventually, it will stop his cold, dead heart. He could’ve asked the communicator…
(Yet another thing Simon has fucked over)
“Why did ye kill him?” Johnny asks for the hundredth time.
Ghost answers with silence. What could he say? That he has lost his mind?
(Answering would only reveal the once dead man)
It’s starting to get on Soap’s nerves, he can tell. By the whitening knuckles, by the speeding tapping of a foot.
“Ye don’t get to sit and ignore me now, ye bawbag…”
He knows. He doesn’t deserve to sit here at all.
(No better than the Hunter, no better than Roba)
(No better than his father)
Simon was destined to be violent. A weapon, sharpened by his father. Just like his father before him. A bloodline of monsters.
He thought, if he could give away his leash, if he could get someone else to wield him-
(Ghost may be a weapon)
(Simon likes to pretend he’s the same)
Soap growls in frustration. The truck speeds up for a moment, likely an attempt from Johnny to calm down. Ghost curiously watches the emotions contort his features, glad that Soap chose to take off the mask once he started driving.
(He looks so… alive)
The Sergeant notices him from the corner of his eyes, and sharply turns his head to stare at him.
What do you see, Ghost wants to ask.
(The hero that was?)
(Or the monster that is?)
Whatever answer Johnny finds makes him wrench the breaks, the vehicle creaking loudly. Soap forcibly opens the door, slamming it shut so hard the whole truck shakes. Not a moment later, he opens the door to Ghost’s side, snarling, “out.”
He obeys.
(He’d give Johnny his leash, if he only wanted)
Ghost’s legs still shake when he walks out, but he holds himself up. Johnny is seething in front of him. He pushes at Ghost’s shoulders, “fuckin’ talk to me! Or punch me, or do something!”
Ghost just tilts his head. If the Sergeant is looking for a place to let frustrations out, so be it.
(Metal must be hit thousands of times to be made into a weapon. Simon is well acquainted with the process)
“Are ye just gonna stand there?! Say something!”
Ghost hums, “do whatever you’d like, Johnny. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Soap falters, “wha-”
“I killed him. No matter what any of us do, we won’t be able to kill the Hunter. We lost.”
He watches the anger rise within Soap, “shut up!”
(Fury looks good on him, Simon muses. Even if it is directed at him)
“Do you want to fight me, Johnny?”
The Sergeant snarls, “shut up!”
“Hit me.”
“Why do ye want-?!”
“Just do it.” Ghost takes a shaky step towards him, “punch me, kick me. Let it out. It’s my fault after all.”
“Stop-!”
“It’s my fault this city went to hell. My fault all these civilians are dead.” he stands almost chest to chest with Johnny, “it’s all my fault.”
“JUST SHUT UP!” Soap shoves him, and Ghost’s legs finally give out. He crushes to the ground with a huff. Soap is on him in seconds, taking hold of his clothes and shaking him, “WHAT DO YE WANT FROM ME?!”
It strikes Ghost, that they have not lost. There is still one way, for one of them to win.
(It should scare Simon, but he lost the fear of death a long time ago. Forgot it behind, somewhere in a shallow grave, the innate dread of the reaper)
He should be angry, that once again he’s giving away control over his fate. But for Johnny, a man that despite being betrayed over and over, that still found enough mercy not to desert him. To the man that felt the need to save others, even if it goes against all reason.
To the true hero in this city’s unfortunate tale, to a kind heart and kinder eyes?
Simon is willing to give everything.
Ghost slides a knife out, flipping it and offering the hilt to Soap. The Sergeant hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering between the weapon and his.
“You want to stop this, Johnny?” Ghost thrusts the knife into his hands, “Tell the Hunter I’m dead. That’s all they wanted, right?”
Johnny’s movements are unsure, his breath coming out in puffs.
Sitting above him, the setting sun painting his features in gold, a radiant helo peaking through his hair…
(He looks beautiful)
“All you need to do is kill me, Soap.” Ghost guides Johnny’s armed hand to his throat, lifting the dark fabric of his mask to reveal scarred skin.
“I- I don’t-” Johnny almost whispers, and Ghost wishes he could take away all doubts in his mind. Wishes he could show Johnny what he really is.
(You’re not looking at a person, love)
(I’m just a weapon)
“Kill me.” he repeats, the feeling of the cool blade soothing, for once in his life. Simon looks over Johnny one last time, swallowing all the words he yearns to speak.
(All the regrets he can’t even whisper)
Simon smiles, something small and private, when he watches Johnny raise his arm slowly, aiming to strike him down. It will be a quick death.
(Far more than he truly deserves)
And he closes his eyes, finding himself content. That for once, he chose right. He may die, but Johnny will get out of here, a hero. The man that saved an entire city. The man that took down half an army.
The man that killed the Ghost.
The knife swings down.
(Simon prays for a last time)
(That this apology was enough)
#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#cod ghost#cod soap#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#BLOOD||HUNGER#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#call of duty fic#call of duty fanfic#call of duty modern warfare#cod fic#cod fanfic#Ive been waiting to write this scene for the entire fic yall dont even know how excited i am :D#also i cant make them normal im sorry#also also the ao3 upload might take a little longer but it will be today
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okay now a very depressing post / topic (although nothing that’s not mentioned in canon so take that as you will). but naturally, this is your trigger warning, sisters.
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i have always really had a soft soft soft spot for the relationship between katniss and haymitch. (peeta and haymitch too, but not as much). but something i’ve always… struggled to reconcile i suppose was haymitch taking katniss home at the end of mockingjay and dropping her off at her house and just leaving her to her own devices, after all she had been through.
now we all know haymitch went through hell and back before katniss and peeta were even born. i’m not saying haymitch didn’t carry mountains of trauma himself. in fact, his own trauma and issues is how i excused his actions here for so long? because he had been through so much himself that you can’t fault him for not being perfect and not being there for katniss here.
but my hang up was always this idea of, how could he not check in on her? how could he not be more worried about her? she was explicitly suicidal. she had lost literally everything she ever loved in one way or another. she had lost her grip on reality. she was institutionalized for months on end after assassinating a president. she had turned to drugs (morphling) and wouldn’t eat and had barely spoken at all since her sister died, right in front of her eyes. and now haymitch, her appointed guardian who we know loves her, is stealing alcohol and going to hide away in his house and leaving her to her own devices, posing no barrier to any harm she may bring on herself? to me that never really clicked because why wouldn’t he care more?
(and yes, there are the ideas or headcanons that he hired greasy sae to care for katniss because he couldn’t bring himself to do it and there are the headcanons that maybe haymitch did come check on her and she didn’t notice but for the sake of this post, i’m leaving out headcanons).
and then i had a random thought and now i can’t unsee it. haymitch saw himself in katniss, he understood her like no one else, he loved her like his own flesh and blood, he knew how her mind worked, he knew how it felt to live with trauma for over two and a half decades and he knew everything katniss had lived through. and he wouldn’t wish the pain he’d felt on anyone else.
and so i really honestly think haymitch wasn’t just dropping her off and obliviously forgetting her, i don’t think he was even so caught up in addiction that he didn’t recognize how bad off she was or that he wasn’t thinking clearly, and i don’t think he just couldn’t deal with her pain so in turn he chose to ignore it.
i think when he dropped her off at her house, he was giving her permission to kill herself. silently. like he took her home, he dropped her off, and he didn’t bother her again. he gave her space to do whatever she wished to do. because he knew she was a little girl who was too hurt for him to even begin to help. he knew that she was used and abused until she was a mere shell of a person and then cast off like expired yogurt. and he wouldn’t wish the level of pain she was in on anyone in the world.
it feels like to me that he was allowing her to do what she wanted, because he loved her.
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Wednesday prompt - Dark!Malec?
Magnus, makes Alec immortal using a ritual that calls for the blood of x number of people/creatures -as in he has to kill them. maybe one of each shadow world faction, or a combination of something similar, maybe more than the ones more talked about like the unseelies, sirens-
Alec uses the institute and its resources and his Shadowhunters to lead them away from Magnus while Magnus leaves a trail pointing to someone else -someone he like hates and is very much happy to set up, this someone does deserve it-
Later, when everyone realizes that Alec is immortal they both either find a way to explain it or go like oops! Who knows?!
I'm also thinking, what if the people they choose to kill for the ritual were like bad ones, and so everyone starts to think is a shadow world vigilante kind of thing but really is part of the cover up?
here we go! i hope you enjoy where i went with this. i really enjoyed your prompt and had a lot of of fun writing this!
lumine
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“Any rumors?” Magnus asks as he paints red arrays over Alexander’s naked torso. His boy’s chest is bare of hair and while Magnus does miss being able to drag his fingers through it, it’s a necessary sacrifice.
“No,” Alexander rasps, struggling to stay still when even just Magnus’ touch is enough to ignite passion in his veins. “You’ve been smart, crossing realms and continents. They’ll notice soon, but by then, we’ll have covered our tracks too thoroughly.”
Magnus hums in pleasure and drags his fingers through the last of the blood congealing in his olive wood bowl. He paints Alexander’s lips last, waiting for his boy to stick out his tongue and then he drags his fingers over the muscles, making sure not a single drop is wasted.
As much as Magnus wants to kiss him, he can’t, not until the blood has settled and absorbed into Alexander and Magnus can’t risk stealing a single drop of the unseelie blood he’s painted his beloved with.
“There, perfect.” Magnus murmurs and sits back on his heels, it’s been torture, being unable to touch Alexander sexually for the last two months. They still share intimacy, but they both are hungry for each other, the gnawing ache of carnal need growing with every murder committed, every sacrifice shared.
Magnus makes the kills, consecrates the blood with his magic and then paints Alexander with more arrays and runes than Alexander’s body should be able to bear.
His boy takes it all, with only devotion in his gaze as Magnus defiles him and desecrates him with a magic so old and grotesque that it’s been purposefully lost to time.
Magnus kisses Alexander’s hair and wonders, darkly, if he can speed the timeline up.
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“Magnus—” Cat sighs and rubs her forehead, “we agreed that you would take a year for this. Even that is pushing it. Despite being across the world, it’ll be noticeable. You need to kill daily for this to work and that’s already risky. You’ll have to double it, if you want to be quick about this.”
Magnus shrugs across from her, a hungry, covetous gleam to his eyes and Cat sighs, already knowing that she’s at a loss for any way to convince him otherwise.
“I’ll see about contacting you if any patients I can’t save come my way?” She offers but Magnus, ever considerate for her, shakes his head.
“I have to hunt them, Cat. I have to stalk them until their heart nearly bursts with fear, to torment them without injuring them. To kill them with a single blow that doesn’t disturb the flow of their blood until I drain it. To take their still beating hearts, filled with the terror of me, and feed them to Alexander bit by bit. As generous as your offer is, I fear it could hinder the process and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be willing to wait.”
“Magnus, you aren’t considering—” and Cat trails off, eyes wide as she realizes what Magnus is planning to do. “How will you even accomplish that?”
“Several portals from Edom are about to mysteriously appear, an attempt of my father or Lilith, undoubtedly. Attempting to gain access once again to this realm.” Magnus grins, dark and sharp and his teeth gleaming in a malicious smile. “What will terrify someone more than being swallowed by a rift and hunted by the king of Edom?”
They’ve all carefully concealed Magnus’ status and not a single person beyond Magnus, Cat and Alec know the truth of what happened in Edom.
Of what Magnus became, of what he’s turning Alec into.
However, Cat has no intention of stopping him and she just nods, reaching out to press her palm to Magnus’ cheek.
“When you need me, I’m always here.” She promises him, because she will be, whenever he needs her.
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hi how are you?
some anon asked you something in the lines of “when you are interacting with someone or other anons do you see it as being yourself or just a play”
and you’ve responded “once you see it you can’t unsee it” (something like that) which i agree but
for me (idk if it’s misidentification or what) but i seem to be always taken back in the “illusionary world” and worried about doubts and i really think it’s still my mindset from loa because in the back of my “head” i always think like doubts going to ruin things.
moments later i can always ask “myself” : “what head” “what world” “how can it be ruin if it’s always THAT and always will be” and all these pointers and i clearly see it i’m clearly aware
but i always fall back being caught up in my “head”
when i saw your respond i was kinda like “i wish” but then “i thought” i also can’t unsee it because if i couldn’t i wouldn’t ask myself all these pointers, i wouldn’t be aware of being aware and reading post about nd yk?
i guess it’s just the fact that i have to “come back” to it.
Hello I'm good thank you
Weel first of all , there is nothing that is actually stepping in the way, it's a choice wether to stay limited or not
You just think it's your life and you're stuck with it. I can't tell you a lot except remember who you are and don't think there is anything that is hard to do, or that there is something to attain.
You know doubts are just thoughts, watch them for what they are, doubts or not you are still you
You're right nothing can be ruined. Everything is perfect, everything is "THAT" .
You know you're not caught up in your head, so yeah
I recommand Rupert Spira or Swami Sarvapriyananda
I hope you won't keep thinking you're limited and stuck because you're not you just need to realize that you already are free, no matter what illusion you're experiencing you can be involved in it without losing yourself, don't worry about it, live normally and see God in everything
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So, I’ve watched Episode 3. Brain dump time. No spoilers but as always my Ask/DMs etc are open if you want to discuss.
Needless to say, my focus will be on Remy and Rogue so brace yourselves.
That intro music will never not be a banger and I know it’s all over the Romy internet but that moment, THAT MOMENT, is my everything. I love them.
Disappointed in the speed at which they went through this particular storyline but will see how it pans out across the series.
I thought Scott’s behaviour was interesting because I can promise you, the moment your child is born is the moment nothing becomes more important to you than them. This didn’t come to the fore until the end of the episode and even then I…I’m not quite sure of how to explain it. Scott made it all about him? The whole thing felt off.
Mr. Sinister is always an fascinating villain to me because of his links to Remy.
I continue to dislike Morph and his personality. The jokes continue to be personal and cruel, which simply do not sit well with me. I’ll also confess that I haven’t read the Exiles comic so I can’t be certain but it’s weird that he seems to gain a power set when he transforms into someone, unlike Mystique. I wonder if this version of Morph has some elements of Mimic in him, or even Sync.
And hello Remy’s other worst enemies; self doubt and insecurity. Maybe I identify with him on more levels than I realise but the more I see of Rogueneto the more it hurts. I just have to trust in home and harbour and that Romy will still be the endgame.
“Gambit can never unsee dat.”
Interesting to see some of the other internal battles people were facing but none resonated quite like Remy’s.
Scott charging up Bishop was weird. The blast were (rightly) concussive force last week but they’re energy now? Sure, Sebastian Shaw I can see using Scott’s blasts to charge but Bishop seemed odd to me.
Jean Grey is not the mutant messiah.
God I’m being really negative so far! I don’t mean to be. I enjoyed this episode!
Positive time then. Loved seeing Rogue’s first thought be for Remy when she returned. And then seeing his whole body language and face light up was perfect.
Essex’s lair? Nothing says mad, immortal British scientist than a converted gothic Cathedral full of bubbling green vats. Superb.
I thought Logan was really good in this too. From him telling Morph to knock it off when teasing Gambit to being there for Jean as well. I hope we get to see him tear it up with Sabretooth at some point as well as showing his natural caring instincts.
Loved the Cathedral fight, thought it was great.
Lastly, 80’s Mohawk Storm is the best Storm.
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Alastor's Time Alive + Deal Theory
You know why it’s important to know who Alastor’s victims were?
Because it’ll explain A LOT.
If Alastor was just another run of the mill serial killer, he probably killed for the thrill coupled with ego, trauma, and untreated psychological issues. His victims either had no connection, or they had a hyper specific trait but they were innocent people. Think Joker.
HOWEVER, let's say Alastor killed not so great people. Rapists, abusers, violent people, etc. I’m imagining a vigilante taking the law into their own hands. Alastor gets a thrill of living the double life while also feeling power over taking out shitty people. This would make sense given what we already see from him in the show. To our knowledge he doesn’t go after lesser sinners unless they cross him, he takes out big overlords, and anyone’s soul he has tied to him doesn't seem physically tethered to him. The souls he has (Husk, Nifty?) appear to live their lives until Alastor calls on them. This is much more humane (for hell) compared to certain overlords we’ve seen (*cough*Valentino*cough*).
So what? Alive Alastor (possibly) kills shitty people, gets a thrill from getting away with it and the power trip, he dies because he was sloppy with one of the bodies, and seems to be continuing his hunt for power and dominance in hell. Why does this change anything?
Because that would make him complex. Instead of just being this serial killer, he’s a serial killer with a vigilante complex and some sort of moral code.
And him being complex could point to who his deal is with and what his deal could be related to.
When Alastor is freaking out, he mentions “Once I figure out how to unclip my wings.” I don’t think this is alluding to Alastor being an angel (saint? Since he’s human idk if it's an angel), but it might allude to Alastor having a deal with an angel. But who? Haven’t we met all possible angels? Not necessarily.
Where’s Eve?
You’re telling me that the woman who ate the apple, a pretty significant part in bringing evil to earth, Adam’s second wife, is NOWHERE TO BE SEEN??? Yeah, no.
Adam and Eve are probably estranged, given Adam seems very interested in every other woman except Eve. I’m wondering if Eve would take the role of a 50s trad wife? I think the guilt and shame Lucifer has for being a fallen angel and his hand in bringing evil to the world could be mirrored in Eve, where she tries her best to be the perfect wife, perfect woman, to repent for her mistakes. She’s allowed in Heaven because she begs for forgiveness.
When the first extermination happens, she probably went down to Hell with Adam, to see what her actions resulted in. She gets to Hell and is shocked with what she sees. She sees sinners, but she also sees how complicated sinners are. They have families, there’s children down here, some sinners are trying to protect their loved ones from the extermination, fearful for their lives. She can’t unsee the human in the sinners.
And then she runs into Alastor, who just so happened to take a stroll to see where all these angels are coming from and wtf is going on??? Eve sees Alastor and she just has this gut feeling about him. A killer sure, but he was as complex as any of the other sinners down here.
So she goes up to him.
She talks with him and thinks that his actions were brutal, but he wasn’t killing anyone who’d be missed. He had a very specific moral code, with twisted execution, and probably grew up in a traumatizing environment. She sees how powerful he is and, while standing in the middle of blood and carnage, she makes a deal with him. She’ll give him some of her angelic powers under the condition that he will be her Hell diplomat, making sure Hell isn’t screwed over completely by Heaven. I feel like Eve would have a soft spot for Hell and its sinners and would feel bad that she got to go to Heaven, even with her sin, while the rest rot in Hell. Alastor 100% agrees because hell yeah more power. Eve’s first order is for Alastor to go down to Earth and make sure there are still sinners coming into Hell, even with the extermination happening.
So that’s what he does. He’s on Earth making sure souls come to hell for 7 years. Which would make sense of why Alastor knows modern slang in Stayed Gone. Granted he could have heard it in Hell, but he hasn't been in hell for the past 7 years, so how tf would his great depression ass know what a podcast is? I think Heaven would hear the news about Charlie’s hotel (They know about Angel Dust, they’re somewhat aware of the goings on in Hell) but because they thought it was a fruitless plan they didn’t really care, except for Eve. Eve eventually hears about Charlie’s idea and immediately wants to help her, sending Alastor back to hell to keep an eye on her and her hotel. Cue season 1.
This would make sense of why Alastor thought he could take on Adam without angelic weapons. He was already given some angelic powers, surely he’d be strong enough to hold his own! Until he gets his ass handed to him. Cue freak out.
I think the correlation between Lilith and Alastor both disappearing 7 years ago is just a coincidence, I think Lilith’s deal with Adam is separate from Alastor’s deal with Eve. I have other thoughts on Lilith and Adam’s deal but that’s for another post lol.
And I'm also operating under the impression that the exterminations have been going on for 7 years and not longer, but again that's another post.
I’d love to hear other theories! I’m still on the fence on Eve's motivations, and also her relationship to Lucifer? Like were they actually- uh… bow chika wow wow-ing??? What would that mean for Lucifer and Lilith’s relationship? Is Eve a jealous ex trying to get into the royal hell family??? That would mess up the story we’re told in the beginning, though I doubt the book was written with truth at the forefront (possibly propaganda). Honestly I’m buzzing with theories🤯
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