*average blue team member wants to kill 3 people a day* factoid actually just statistical error. Average blue team member wants to kill 0 people a day. Badboyhalo, who is being held back by the soulfire leader, and wants to murder everyone everyday, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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SO! sosososo I saw your post about Evan forgiving Michael because of Evan's trauma making him so desperate for any kind of care or affection and I thought. What if we made it worse.
Consider: Evan is traumatized and desperate for affection, and seeks out his brother. Michael is also traumatized and absolutely wracked with guilt, so he both feels responsible to try and give Evan the type of parental care he needs, and is like. Massively triggered by anything reminding him of the bite, including Evan's very presence. Plus I see Michael as possibly being super touch averse due to his own background.
So like. Michael trying so, so hard to take care of his brother, but even seeing him just makes Michael feel sick and terrified and guilty and like he's going to die, but failing to care for him would just be Michael ruining everything for the poor kid again. Evan can tell his brother's attempts at caring for him aren't quite right, which he interprets as himself doing something wrong or being somehow unloveable and its just. Worse for both of them.
(idk what universe this would even be in, ghost interactions or fix it time travel or whatever, i'm just brainstorming but anyone who likes this idea can play around w it btw)
oh, this is evil. pure evil. i love it!
Evan being able to tell that something isn't right about how Mike is acting around him but interpreting it as him doing something wrong/just being unlovable it,, OUGH. It's so painfully real. Evan would likely try so hard to make up for whatever "flaw" he has that's making Mike so uncomfortable around him, but seeing Evan try so hard to be good because (in Mike's eyes) Mike isn't good enough would stress Michael out and further the cycle even more.
It could go a bit "Dire Consequences"-esque and end up with Evan deciding he has to do whatever it takes to prove that things can be okay between the two of them, and being oblivious to the fact that his very presence and attempts to help are the things making Michael hurt worse. Alternately, Evan could decide that if he's unlovable, Mike would be better off without him so neither of them have to pretend anymore. Or it could be a mixture of both; Evan stays around because he's desperate for love and can't bear losing the little bit of love he's found even if he feels he doesn't deserve it, but he tries making himself as small and quiet and unobtrusive as possible so things aren't as bad for Mike.
Maybe there's a happy ending somewhere where Mike comes clean about the way he's been acting, rather than trying to hide his trauma response to Evan's mere presence. If we were talking about any other kid there, i'd worry that Ev would be too young to understand Mike's confession, but this is Evan we're talking about. If anyone understands having intense, involuntary fear reactions, it'd be Evan. Though, it might be harder for Evan to understand that Mike is afraid of his own horrific actions and the horrific ways he hurt Evan, rather than just being afraid and angry at Evan himself.
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i say this every year, but the sheer symbolism of arthur's death falling on christmas eve, the hero of ages dying on the eve of hope, the death of a man and a hero soliciting the birth of a legend. he went into the lake on a day of perpetual anticipation, caught in a purgatory of hope and rebirth, destined to arrive and the refine christmas day.
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Dip it, Lick it
Warnings - smut, oral (m), overstimulation
Bucky watches you lick the ice cream before you wrap your lips around it, closing your eyelids and savoring the flavor which dances on your taste buds. You slowly withdraw the ice cream from your mouth and open your eyes. You smile innocently at his rapt attention as you continue to talk about your day while Bucky thinks about those sweltering kisses from your frosty lips―not so innocently.
But then something crosses his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he tries to shift slightly. It doesn’t help that you are straddling his lap on the couch. Not now. Not yet―Bucky keeps eye contact, gazing lovingly at you as naughtiness emanates from his eyes—you stare at him. You have curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes, eyes that are very pretty and very nice, he loves when you stare at his blue orbits—such divine orbs—not just one shade of color, but...many, with a hint of confusion glimmering, he sees it.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
Without taking his eyes off your face even for a moment, but his expression is very strange, he gazes at you as though you are an object a couple of miles distant, or as though he is looking at your portrait and not at your real self at all, with a look of weariness, focusing on his lungs, on his ability to take deep breaths, to soothe with oxygen as he wants words to rolls off his tongue. He is hopelessly enslaved by something—lust. This purgatory of the spirit, arousal is something that he cannot hide, not with that huge tent between his legs.
“Bucky, are you listening to me?”
“Of course I am,” he says unsteadily.
He smiles, wanting your voice aimed at him, he wants his face to absorb the direction of your eyes—but your gaze moves downwards. To his crotch. Your eyes look up and Bucky’s are black as chips of obsidian staring back into yours, two black holes, letting nothing out, not even information. You don’t say anything—at least, not with your mouth. Your eyes tell him a different story. And slowly, clumsily, you lean forward, your lips find his, the coldness of yours and the warmth of his tongue beneath yours, disintegrating your entire body. His tongue spears more into your mouth, and the taste of him, mixes with the flavor of the ice cream, sweet—closed-mouth kisses that still feel scandalous, but too delicious to resist. And you thought that you might be wrong, but then a deep sound comes from him, almost a growl and instinctively you know it is a sound of approval. You chuckle softly when you pull back and if Bucky thought your mouth was dangerous, your chuckle should’ve been classified as a weapon. Sin in a sound.
“Turned on by me eating ice cream?” you ask, voice barely audible.
You take the ice cream in your month while looking to see his blue eyes soaking you in as Bucky groans and your core melts at the sound, your breath stops as his tongue skims his lower lip. He shakes his head, but there's something more than lust in his eyes as he stares at your lips. He wants more.
“I. Will. Try. It. On. Your. Dick.”
As you draw closer again, his eyes widen a little at the boldness of your words. You punctuate each word with a chilly kiss along his jaw, making your way to his ear. You bite the lobe, and Bucky’s cock twitches as the fingers of your free hand drift lower, from his abs, to his stomach. The slight touch of brow sweat-coated, his breathing uneven. He moans against your lips. His metal hand slides down between your legs and he presses a fingertip against your knickers. You just keen and your hips buck forwards. His body is on fire, his hands move to your hips, encircling your waist and pulling you onto his cock, seeking friction. Bucky runs three fingers along your covered cunt, soft folds through the thin cotton fabric. He wants to stroke you slowly, but you suddenly pull away to rise on your feet just to kneel between his legs seconds later—a tremendous rush runs through Bucky’s body, as if every cell is electrified at once, he even has to bite his lip to not moan at the sight in front of him, why is he so desperate?
“Bucky” you whisper, breaking him out of his trance.
His heart races as you reach for his waistband, sliding his sweats enough to free his cock. His dick is straining against his briefs with a wet patch forming from the precum, and you watch as his dick springs up and then falls slightly, reaching his stomach. He stares at you apprehensively, and you wrap your much smaller hand around his length, hearing him suck in a breath as you lick the ice cream again before leaning down to kiss his tip, he almost cums at the sensation of the coldness hitting his cock. Perhaps his breathing eases. Perhaps he looks a trifle more peaceful, despite his eyes rolling beneath their lids.
In this moment, his mind is between two elements: one, excitement, the other, focusing on not cumming on the spot. He tries to pay attention, but the kiss with your cold lips is electric and pulsing—his loud moan makes you waste no time. You pump his cock a few times as you bring the ice cream into your mouth once again, swirling your tongue over it before pushing his dick down your throat. His cock is so large that you have to fight not to scrape your teeth against it, flattening your tongue under the base of it so you decide to focus on sucking only the tip.
“Wait, stop…I-I need a moment” he nearly sobs out the words.
His eyes are open, face flushed, ragged breathing which he fails to hide, his extraordinary earnestness and self-control is non-existent, he can’t keep his composure while trembling all over. An impossible pleasure goes through him, making him gasp, legs start to quiver with the impending orgasm—he has a whole body shudder while finishing and you're so mean so you keep sucking his tip.
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Tubbo spent 4+ hours searching for Dapper. He did everything he could think of to get Bad out of jail without risking Dapper. He did his absolute best to stop Eve from opening the camera menu or warping away. When he was killed he had to disconnect and leave his room to calm down enough to keep playing. After Eve was gone Tubbo was the first to go search the place for Dapper, was the first to find him. And through this whole ordeal, Bad – notorious for not trusting or relying on anyone else – turned to Tubbo, his coach, for help.
I was never a fan of Purgatory, but I will forever be in love with how it turned Tubbo and Bad's relationship from borderline hate to ride or die.
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Christmas in the Devildom
Christmas wasn’t something the Devildom celebrated before your arrival. It felt inherently wrong, and to the brothers, strange to celebrate the birth of what could only be considered an estranged brother to them. Jesus always was the favorite anyways, considering he got a whole holiday. But once you arrived, and they saw how important things like this were to you, they began to grow accustomed more human traditions.
Diavolo wholeheartedly threw himself, and his kingdom, into the festivities. If there wasn’t already snow, he arranged for magical fake snow. Christmas tree tents and Christmas shops appeared everywhere. He even went as far as to dress up as Santa on a few occasions. The Little D’s were made into elves which Dia thought was hilarious.
Lucifer needed to stop Mammon from stealing gifts, both his and others, and Asmo from peaking, so he went as far as curse the gifts. Anyone who’s touched them and taken them further than the tree had the word “naughty” written across their forehead. Diavolo thought this was very festive and funny, so he took a present on purpose so he could have it too. Lucifer was not amused. Satan tried and failed to trick Lucifer into getting it written on his forehead too. He ended up with on his own forehead and had to cover it with a Santa hat he deemed ugly.
After learning Christmas wasn’t really a thing in the Devildom, you took the place by storm and showed them all your favorite traditions. Christmas baking, gingerbread houses, white elephant, tree and house decorating, and so much more. You couldn’t believe on how much they were missing out on. You recruited the Purgatory Hall residents for help, but Solomon was “promoted” to supervisor when it came to anything cooking or baking. Both Luke and Simeon were already acquainted with the idea of Christmas and were more than happy to help. According to Solomon, it has been at least 100 years since he last celebrates Christmas, so he was rusty but willing to learn again.
You, Simeon, Luke, and Barbatos had a gingerbread house building competition. To be honest, all you had going for you was your Christmas spirit, but at least the others offered to make it a 2v2. Barbatos offered to be on your team and together you made a replica of the Demon Lord's Castle. Despite being there and actively helping for the full creation, you still don't know how it happened. Luke and Simeon ended up making a replica of Purgatory Hall. The judges (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Solomon) could not come to a consensus and it ended in a draw. The brothers, minus Lucifer, attempted and failed to make a replica of the House of Lamentation. It's safe to say they would not have won.
The brothers and a few other demons became enamored with the ideas of mistletoe and they all tried to catch you under it on many occasions. You made sure to distribute the kisses evenly to make sure one wasn’t getting more than they were owed and you yourself went out after those who you thought weren’t being proactive. Surprisingly, Belphie got in the most. You stopped counting after Christmas Day but he kept on using the mistletoe until New Years. You originally thought he carried it in his pockets with him, but you checked yourself while he was asleep and found nothing. Honorable mentions went to Levi, who tried his hardest but only actually got about two kisses in since he kept backing out.
You also made sure Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, with help of course. Beel and Lucifer were perfect for setting up the tree and other decorations that needed to be up high. Mammon was great help on Christmas morning since he tended to follow you around like a lost puppy, and Asmo was very helpful for Christmas dinner. Levi helped you cover all your bases with presents since he was surprisingly good at wrapping ang selecting gifts to give. In conjunction with Barbatos, they coordinated the secret Santa. Everyone was happy with their presents!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!! Dealing with slight writers block right now so apologies for the lack of content but please enjoy what I do manage to put out <3
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