#fic: when cain kills abel

[avorra]

When Cain kills Abel

new jegulus fic with lots of regulus and sirius angst (peep the title) hehe.

#fic: when cain kills abel #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #regulus x james #starchaser #james x regulus #sunseeker #marauders

[indigo-anonymous]

I’d love to hear which other songs brain rot you for the fic!!

Yippee!! Time for the Splinter Fractures brainrot song list (which is by no means definitive and can be expanded at any time)! Buckle up, because it's gonna be a long post (I'm halfway finishing this in drafts and it's SO LONG already). I want to go over my favourite lyrics for each of them :D

I'll go over the two that were brought up previously first, to get those out of the way. All links lead to YouTube videos of the songs, since I know not everyone has Spotify.

Just A Man from Epic the Musical - Personally I see this as Sinner!Adam singing to Charlie (mayhaps during one of their sessions?) Some of these thoughts on the lyrics aren't specifically Splinter Fractures (that goes for all of them) but in part my own interpretation of (sinner) Adam :)

I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine (Abel) You're as old as he was when I left for war (When he was killed by Cain) Will these actions haunt my days? (nightmares eyyy) Every man I've slain Is the price I pay endless pain? Close your eyes, and spare yourself the view How could I hurt you? (Charlie is like the perfect blend of both her parents, both people he loved. This would be less of a question abt the future and more of a "why did I do that?")

I'm just a man, who's trying to go home Even after all the years away from what I've known (he's homesick for Eden, when everything was still good and happy) I'm just a man who's fighting for his life Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife (Beneath everything, he just misses being with the people he cares about)

But when does a comet become a meteor? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster? (Everything slowly going wrong, and losing control, to the point where he becomes the monster, the leader of exterminations, killing millions for the protection of heaven.)

I'm just a man... (He needs Charlie to recognise that he's only human. He's not an angel, not someone incredible powerful or untouchable. He's just a man, and he has made a lot of mistakes, because making mistakes is human... But simultaneously, this is regret, and an admittance to himself. He doesn't want to be human. He wishes he was an untouchable angel, but he's not.)

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Monster from Epic the Musical - I've talked about this one in a different post already, so you know the brainrot is reallll. To me this song kind of tells the story of Adam becoming the Lead Exorcist. How he basically gave up his humanity to protect Heaven, both out of a sense of duty and because the people up there (his kids) matter to him and he's afraid of seeing them get hurt.

How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless? (When they got kicked out of Eden, the rest of their mortal lives was him and Eve against the barren world, nigh endless suffering was their punishment) How am I to reunite with my estranged? (As much as he hates Lilith and Lucifer for abandoning him and making him out to be the villain, he still missed them) Do I need to change? (He believes himself to be the problem)

What if I'm the monster? What if I'm in the wrong? What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along? What if I'm the one who killed you Every time I caved to guilt? (Cain and Abel </3)

The in-between part here is specific examples from Epic, but there's plenty of similar stories to Adam. Was Lilith wrong to take the apple or was she actually being trapped here by the angels? Was Lucifer wrong for choosing her side, or was he just taking care of someone he loved? Were the angels wrong for kicking him and Eve out of Eden, or did they deserve it?

If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? (This is Adam suggesting the exterminations after the initial uprising. He doesn't really want it to happen, but he feels like it's a necessary evil to keep his loved ones safe) If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust? (His reasoning for why the exterminations aren't evil or unjust: they attacked us first, I'm making sure they can't hurt us again. Especially personal in Splinter Fractures because he just had to see Abel die for a second time) If I became the monster...

I actually drew this part because the brainrot was getting to me. I don't love how it turned out but I spent hours making it so I might as well put it here 0_o

Then I'll become the Monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the Monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster Lurking deep below? I must become the Monster And then we'll make it home (again, he feels like it's something he has to do to keep people safe. To some degree he blames himself for Eden, and original sin, and this is him taking responsibility for what he believes to be his mistakes. He's aware of how all of Hell will perceive him if he does this, and he chooses to do it anyway)

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Don't Save Me by Chxrlotte - Ah yes, a song about giving up, and asking people to just let you drown in your pain. Very much a song of self-loathing which is so Adam to me, especially in Splinter Fractures.

I came from the darkness, hiding on my own Like rain thoughts are harmless, leave me here alone The waking nightmares aren't as bad as dreaming, I suppose (life is a nightmare but the sleeping nightmares are worse)

Maybe I'm wretched and deserve this, I don't know (Adam questioning if maybe he really has been evil all along, it's not like he knows why he's in hell to begin with...) Don't save me, I'm almost glad if this is how I go (Ah... wishing for death... almost)

Look into my eyes And tell me what you see A demon in disguise Pretending to be me (hmmm that mirror scene. Also this is very What Lute Sees and convinces herself to believe. That it's not really him, but rather a demon pretending to be Adam) Bury your surprise And listen carefully He lives inside my mind He'll never let me free (Being trapped by your own thoughts, the insecurities will never leave Adam alone! They'll stick with him forever, buried so deep in his soul that he's unlovable, that everyone leaves, that no matter what anyone says, he's just broken.)

The wasteland never ends and it's killing me Wait and count to ten, but I'll never be Able to live, I can't seem to breathe (just a case of the 'shakes' right? Definitely not a panic attack /s) I'll die fading carefully so don't save me (this whole song is about refusing help, which is exactly what Splinter!Adam did practically every time. He only accepted it when the alternative was living on the streets of Hell and all the horrifying shit that comes with that)

Standing on the edge, it's darker now And it's in my head, I can't hear a sound Facing the storm, I'm cast out at sea I'll drown eventually so don't save me (Adam very much believes that at some point he'll just be kicked out again. That this is all temporary, and eventually he'll drown)

I can't live anymore and I'm the one to blame At night my thoughts, they scare me I can't face another day (I feel like I don't need to repeat myself too much. Blaming himself for things that are, in actuality, not really his fault)

Don't save me I think I'm in hell These walls are talking I can tell I've bathed in fire since I fell Don't leave me on my own (this is right at the start of the fic. He's been in Hell for a while and it has damaged him, he finally reaches out for help for the first time, almost begging Lucifer not to just leave him on his own there, and it kickstarts his way out of his hell-spiral)

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Enemy by Imagine Dragons (solo version) - My favourite on this list, to the point where I want to make an animatic of it so badly but I do not have the time or energy to do so. The lyrics just follow the story of Splinter Fractures so well!!! (I had this one in my brain early, so it's far more focussed on the start of the story)

I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground I'm searching to behold the stories that are told When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned (He wakes up in Hell, and the irony is laughable to everyone who recognises him (just Lucifer at the start, Vaggie and to some degree Charlie later))

Tell you you're the greatest But once you turn, they hate us (this one's all heaven, most evident in Lute and Sera. They tell him he's the best, the first man, absolutely great! ...until he becomes a sinner. Then he's nothing but a lowly demon to them, they treat him with disgust at best, and outright hatred at worse)

Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy (Same as before, asking Lucifer to not leave him there. Asking for the slightest drop of sympathy (he only gets it when he has a panic attack after)) Everybody wants to be my enemy (Everyone in Hell hates him for the exterminations, everyone in Heaven hates him for being a demon now. He's got no allies, only enemies)

Your words up on thе wall as you're prayin' for my fall (every sinner, especially those in the hotel, wanted him dead. They were, in a sense, praying for his fall, and they got it) And the laughter in thе halls and the names that I've been called (I can definitely imagine Adam being insecure enough that he always feels like people are laughing at him and mocking him behind his back)

They say pray it away I swear, that I'll never be a saint, no way (Adam is aware enough of his flaws to know he'll never be good enough to be redeemed into Heaven) A chair in the corner is my place I stay I shake and I think about the powers at play, the powers at play (his deal with Lucifer, knowing that a single wrong move will get him kicked back out onto Hell's streets, it absolutely terrifies him) And the kids in the dark that were doomed from the start The child in the basement, face to the pavement Oh, what a statement, love is embracement Love is a constant, love is a basis (there's a lot of different ways to interpret those last few lines: Adam believing the hotel is doomed (which he does), his feelings on the loss of Abel (twice), the fact that he still loves people, again and again, that he keeps trying even though they always leave him (ouch)) He cannot be, she cannot be, they cannot be changed, but keep on praying (He doesn't believe the hotel will ever truly work. One redeemed sinner is probably a fluke. Sinners can't change and become better... right?)

Goodbye (haha that scene in the lobby of the Heaven Embassy hahahaha... </3)

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What Could Have Been by Sting ft. Ray Chen - This one is a lot more recent. Very much focussed around the chapters where they discuss Eden, and the story of Eden in general. It hurts to listen to sometimes, and has made me cry more than once (/pos)

I am the monster you created You ripped out all my parts (Lilith and Lucifer abandoning Adam broke his heart, absolutely shattered him. They are a large part of the why Adam is 'the monster' that everyone sees him as) And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw That I needed you more (His approach to Lilith wanting to leave him was to pretend he didn't want her either. That he didn't care about her or Lucifer, or whatever happened to them)

I hope you know we had everything And you broke me and left these pieces (Them leaving, and especially Lucifer's words about how everyone will pick anyone else than him, definitely broke him to pieces. He was left to put himself back together, but he never truly healed right) I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play what could have been (His response to Lilith being made infertile may have been harsh, but it was understandably bitter, as a response to the pain they caused him first)

Why don't you love who I am? What we could have been? (Lilith loving Lucifer instead of him, and the two of them choosing to leave together, rather than stay with him. I can imagine it felt to Adam like there was something wrong with him, that he already felt unlovable even before Lucifer rubbed salt in the wound with his later comment/curse)

I am your ghost, a fallen angel (Adam's appearance in Splinter Fractures certainly looks ghostly) You ripped out all my parts I couldn't care what invention you made me 'Cause I, I was meant to be yours (He firmly believed that him and Lilith were meant to be together forever, that's what made her rejection hurt as much as it did. They were literally made for each other, but Lilith still didn't want him)

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That's it, that's the list (for now)! This post is so fucking long aaaaaa. I hope you like it anyways, and if you don't go through all of the lyrics that's fine, thanks for asking anyways <3

Indigo (finally got this out of drafts)

#adam hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #splinter fractures fic #epic the musical songs #goodness this is... something

[koco-coko]

Cain & | Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Two halves of a whole, seperated by fate.

Tags/Warnings <--> Past Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Vlad/Comte, Comte/Leonardo (not a threesome), Longing, Grief, Comte is babygirl-coded in this, Spicy Scenes (nothing graphic so viewer discreation advised), Heavy Spoilers for Vlad and Comte!!!

Word Count: 1,981

A/N <--> I wanted to post this on valentines, but then I realized maybe a tragic love story wouldn't be great for valentines... but i mean someone needs to bring down the mood right

i think they might like this: @natimiles @yanderepuck and @azulashengrottospiano (I thought you would like seeing comte be sad and moody and also vlad being silly soo) @drewadoodle

“Hello, Abel.”

Is that what Cain said the morning before he killed his brother?

God always favored Abel. No matter what Cain brought, God always favored his brother. So, enraged, Cain killed his brother Abel. And there was no turning back from that, was there?

The smell of cigarillos and book pages forever clung to the man next to him. The light snores he made were all too familiar. Comte knew the five senses of Leonardo better than he knew his own, really. They were ever-comforting in their mundanity.

As he finished buttoning up his shirt, pants still missing (mysteriously lost in the sea of the wood floor, in the tide of other discarded clothes), he turned to Leonardo and threw his arm over the man’s broad chest. (Though Comte did squint when he  realized Leonardo was already asleep– it hadn’t even been five minutes! How was he meant to take this man seriously…) 

Ah– he smiled. He knew that feeling, too; the steady beating of his heart, the rising and falling of his lover’s chest. It was all so normal to him. Homely, domestic, all sensation he craved for.

Though, one wouldn’t be able to tell that from the quickly-healing scratch marks on Leonardo’s back, nor the many bruises on Comte’s collarbone and waist.

As le Comte snuggled closer to the Renaissance man, a vision hit him like a stray carriage. He’d been here before, but the senses of familiarity were much different. There had been plentiful bottles of wine that night, too. There had been affection, pleasure, warmth… but there were a few sensations that were unique about that night.

The firelight traced Leonardo’s face in such a romantic way, the pureblood couldn’t help but lean up and kiss his cheek. Comte tried to exude such images from his mind. The past only brought sorrow and longing, and yet… The fireplace crackled.

The fireplace…

The fireplace crackled. “A-And– And-!” Abel hiccuped, a drunken grin on his face while he wobbled about on the floor. It had been a while since he drank so much, wine bottles as old as them littered about the floor. Vlad was barely conscious at this point, giggling like a madman at every word his companion said.

“She didn’t,” Vlad cooed, barely staying upright in his seating position. He leaned against the fireplace several times, his cheeks flush and his forehead beaded with sweat as he reached for Abel’s bottle.

“She did!” he laughed. Then, a short whine as he tried to take the bottle from Vlad’s grasp. When Vlad tugged again, Abel tumbled to the ground next to him. They both couldn’t stop laughing, far beyond the lines of sobriety. 

When the cackling died to loose giggles, Abel looked back at Vlad through teary eyes. “My, it truly has been an eternity since I’d seen you,” he said, wiping his wet eyes. 

When he looked back, all he saw was a pale red staring at him. The man before him was… entranced, even. Maybe it was the drinks getting to him. Maybe they really were just a bit too drunk. Maybe this was a mistake that he’d regret all his eternal life.

But the next thing Abel knew, his back was against the fur rug and his lips were smashed against Vlad’s. Liquor and Rouge blended into a terribly sweet, terribly addictive taste. A hint of strawberries in there, somewhere. “I missed you, too,” Vlad whimpered, his hands roaming across Abel’s hips. It was just a glimmer, but Abel saw some indescribable sorrow behind the vivid crimson. 

Abel opened his mouth, but all words were cut off when Vlad pulled his collar down and peppered kisses across his neck. Abel giggled nervously, his fingertips gliding across Vlad’s back. “You know…” he started, “Despite my ‘prestigious’  reputation, I haven’t–”

Abel’s breath hitched as a bite was placed right on the side of his neck. His fangs didn’t penetrate, though he could tell that the way they graced his skin was intentional.

Vlad lifted himself up, caging in Abel beneath him. His face was flush with alcohol and affection, but that boyish smile seemed stolen straight from the days long gone. “Me neither,” he chuckled, “It’s been awhile since old men like us have done something new, hasn’t it? Tonight seems like a good opportunity.”

It was strange, Comte thought, how he could barely recall anything else about that beloved night. The night he discovered Vlad still lived, that those years spent longing for him weren’t for naught… That the tears he shed may not have been completely useless… It was all just a blur. 

Perhaps it was the alcohol, fogging the memory of inexperienced touches and passionate kisses, tongues tying only to break apart so the other could giggle at a mishap. Belt buckles and shoes seemed so hard to take off at that time, filled with silly jokes and laughs, plenty of fiddling, everything felt so… new. Experimental, even. It was rare Abel felt particularly young but never unwelcome.

It may also have been Vlad’s touch, gentle and delicate, but so enticing. He was dedicated to him, as if he were painting a fine masterpiece. Each caress came with passion, though their experience was clear as day. Porcelain fingertips traced their way towards Abel’s face and gently covered his eyes, a soft mantra repeated and infested. A rose field appeared in his mind’s eye, a single whisper from the man on top of him. “Dragă mea…” Sharp fangs sunk into his neck with tender care, a soft caress on his side.

From there, it was a blur of pure bliss.

Comte crawled out of bed with a slight sore in his back, though he knew he would dissipate in minutes. Only once he stood up and searched the floor for his pants did he figure out that his shirt was a size too big. The cigarillo musk was just as prominent despite leaving Leonardo’s side. Ha, really, was his lover so possessive as to hand him his own shirt? Comte shook his head fondly as slid his pants back on.

Comte went about cleaning the area, folding up lost clothing articles and picking up the empty bottles of wine littered across the floor. Maybe they overdid it tonight, but sometimes it was nice to recreate their rebellious and reckless phases from bygone days. 

When Comte gazed at the fireplace, memories swirled through his head. It was vivid and blurry, amorous and lonely, everything and nothing. He spent years mourning Vlad, sobbing into his mother’s arms when the news of the Draculęsti family’s death arrived. He remembered acting out constantly, he remembered the longing, the primal need to see him smile one more time.

Abel sighed dreamily, the rose field in front of him seemingly endless. Snow-tipped flowers swayed back and forth like tides on the sea. Despite the wonderful sight in front of him, all he could focus on was the golden pocket watch in his hands, caressing it like a lover. “Is it naive of me to say I’m excited?”

Vlad, laying on his lap, while he played with the split tail of his long coat, merely hummed in vague amusement. “May I ask why you wonder this?”

Golden eyes flitted between the watch and the pureblood snug on his thighs, smiling fondly at each. “It’s nothing, really. Though, often I wonder if my psyche is too human. A newly built home for us both, the expecting of children… I feel like a newlywed wife!” he laughed, his free hand running through Vlad’s silky white hair.

Vlad quickly took Abel’s hand, reverently laying pecks across his fingertips. “I think it’s beautiful. Humans, vampires… I’ve never been able to distinguish us so easily. Well, until that day…” A pause came. Vlad’s smile remained ever gently, not even a flicker in his expression. “No matter, I feel the same, though perhaps I’m too old and jaded to act as giddy,” he chuckled. “Is there anyone you’ve had an eye on, Abel?”

Abel looked out into the sea of roses. A gentle breeze made his long, golden hair sway across his face, though Vlad was quick to sit up and remove it. In this new position, lazy pecks were put against his neck and shoulders. Those everlasting roses, this everlasting love…By any other name, they would smell just as sweet.

“I’ve always had a liking to the works of Shakespeare.”

A yawn elicited Comte to return to his bed, only having a quick tug-of-war with Leonardo for his blankets back. Usually it took longer… He quickly realized that his partner’s relent was due to the arm thrown around his shoulders, forcing Comte close to Leonardo’s chest. He sighed contently as he nuzzled close to his lover.

Comte had never been a fan of the past, at least in recent years. The present was far more constructive, more real than the years he lived. He was never one for reminiscing, and yet, even with his dearest, the man he’d given his heart to, beside him… His mind betrayed all logical thought.

Was it foolish, even moronic, of Abel to sit alone in his room and cry that day? The years of longing and grief had been for naught. Vlad had returned and died again. The mournfulness seemed to infect the halls of the mansion, each wall and painting mocking him. The mansion used to be so warm, so full of expectation and hope.

Now all that lingered was the never-wilting flower, alone and abandoned. Vlad had died twice. Abel’s mourning period seemed to know no end.

Comte desperately tried to purge the memories from his mind. First with Will, his firstborn son, and then the others who followed. Leonardo had been a constant figure, someone to rely on. While a love with Vlad was youthful, Leonardo’s affections were much more mature. Ha! Mature, Leonardo? What an oxymoron, Comte thought.

Still, he couldn’t deny the truth. He was carefree with Vlad by his side, making love whenever the time was right and sharing kisses and cuddles whenever it felt right. They were teenagers in love, hanging on by the loose idea of a bright future with one another. Vlad was the eternal honeymoon.

But Leonardo… The eternal marriage. Affinity was much more subdued. Deep, longing gazes and the lighting and sharing of cigarillos had replaced the passionate and messy kissing. Amorous exchanges only for private viewings replaced the rather indecent affection Vlad would perform close to the public eye. Not to say these things were gone from their relationship, their intense tryst tonight proof of such, but even these impulsive acts were done meticulously, years of trust and deeply-rooted adoration in their every thrust and rub.

With the arrival of the other residents, the mansion had suddenly grown warm again. Perhaps his giddiness over reviving historical greats as his own was a more specific issue of his, but the fact couldn’t be denied: a void was filled. The mansion, the home he had built with Vlad, was now filled with laughter and friendship, bonds between great men (and a woman) that would most certainly last their long lifetimes. The mansion was as it was meant to be: the floors painted with life, the walls etched with memories.

The castle was cold. Quiet, empty. The walls were etched with unwanted, disgraceful memories. Abel had only visited once, and never returned. He couldn’t bear seeing his oldest companion reanimated, yet possessed by a different soul. Vlad had died twice, in Comte’s eye, yet never buried.

“Hello, Abel.”

That’s what Vlad said the morning he killed Abel. 

Comte rose from his ashes, staring at the friend he once knew. “It’s been an eternity since I’ve seen you.”

He looked so lonely as he bore an ephemeral smile. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Comte sighed, unable to respond to the stranger before him.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #Ikevamp vlad x le comte #ikevamp comte de saint germain #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp leonardo #Ikevamp leonardo x le comte #ikevamp fanfic

[itsjaywalkers]

hi!! you said fake dating was your fav trope - do you have any fake dating fic recs?? tysm!!

ofc i do!! u guys know i'm a library of jeggy fic recs atp.. but okay, some of my absolute favs are:

blue and yellow skies by my beloved @alarainai

lights out, hearts out by my dear @regkitek

operation walburga's arbitrary no kissing ever rule by my love @courfee

of bluebells and deception by the lovely @lucy-andreas

when cain kills abel by the brilliant @avorra (this is one-sided fake dating which is SO FUN and SO HEARTBREAKING)

fake it til you make it! by the amazing @maybebabyplease

king of my heart by my baby @pupmotif

(i also have a few in my tbr that look absolutely delightful but since i haven't read them yet i chose not to include them but !! yes all of these are incredible nonnie, i can't recommend them emough <3)

#asks #anons #fic rec

[lostloveletters]

Bruised Fruit Chapter 4 (Michael Corleone x OC)

Summary: In the Bible, Cain killed Abel, and when confronted by God responded, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” But Michael isn’t Cain, and Gloria isn’t God. She doubts he’d answer her if she were.

Note: Thank you everyone who's read the fic on here and AO3! Your support means a lot to me🖤

Warnings: Angst, canonical major character death, emotional manipulation. Sexually explicit content that involves vaginal fingering.

Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content. I will block you.

Chapter 3 | AO3 Link | Masterlist

“Were you at Guadalcanal?” she had asked, his eyebrows raising in the slightest display of surprise. “I remember reading that article in Life magazine about you. My brother was there, but he won’t talk about it.”

That was the first conversation she had with Michael after Fredo’s brief introductions between them. A clumsy encounter, awkward, even, as she could tell Michael was politely tolerating her presence for his brother’s sake until she couldn’t help but bring up Guadalcanal. Suddenly, Fredo was dead, and Gloria began to suspect Michael had never truly left that island. 

She could only piece together what had transpired on Michael’s disastrous trip to Cuba. No coincidence that Fredo’s death occurred just after Hyman Roth’s assassination made the front page of The Daily News. The bell had tolled both for he and Rocco Lampone, one of Michael’s caporegimes who was shot by federal agents immediately after taking out the hit, according to the paper. 

At the same time, Gloria struggled to wrap her head around Michael ordering his own brother’s death. Perhaps it was her own attachment to Jackie, but she couldn’t imagine a situation where she’d even consider that an option. She and Jackie didn’t talk often, but they were as close as they could be considering the circumstances.

She wouldn’t have even considered the possibility if Michael hadn’t attributed Fredo’s death to drowning when he broke the news to Gloria. Though she tried not to show it, she’d taken pause at that detail. Even after a few drinks, he was a good swimmer, often hanging out at the hotel’s pool with whichever waitress of the week had caught his attention. 

Michael’s eyes widened when Gloria teared up. She’d been able to keep herself composed throughout his mother’s funeral and wake, but not knowing Carmela much at all helped that. Fredo was a better boss than other people she’d worked for in the past. She supposed she considered him a friend.

“He was always so nice, really, everyone at the hotel liked him,” she managed to mumble. “I’m so sorry, Michael. Losing your brother—I can’t even imagine.”

He reached out and caressed her cheek, her tears rolling down her face and onto his hand. He stared at her, silent for a moment. “You’re here, darling. That’s all I need.”

She took his hand from her face and kissed his palm, giving him a weak smile. His gaze was dark, dense and sprawling like the bare trees that hadn’t yet begun to bloom so early in spring. So easy to lose her way if she weren’t careful in the daytime, helplessly lost at night if she dared attempt to do so. She could see herself, so minuscule reflected in his eyes like an omen. 

Finally, she broke his gaze, wiping her eyes. He gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek that lent her some warmth, allowing herself to wallow in his embrace. She sniffled, rubbing her face in his shoulder without care as to the makeup and snot that she’d surely smeared on his clothes. He shifted one hand from around her back to stroke her hair, his fingers getting caught in the microscopic tangles and stray curls she struggled to keep under control. His comfort was all she’d be offered, and she accepted it as long as he’d provide it.

Minutes passed before Michael put his hands on her shoulders, telling her in a gentle voice to take a hot bath to calm her nerves, and that he’d be just outside if she needed anything. Reluctantly, Gloria nodded, though she didn’t leave her spot, even when he was outside, instead staring at her feet, her arms wrapped around herself. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so helpless, so morose.

Michael glanced back at the house, his young fiance no longer in view. Gloria, Latin for glory. Reminded him of attending mass as a child. Supposedly echoed by choirs of heavenly hosts in the presence of the Almighty, a being so extraordinarily divine that to gaze upon His visage would cause certain death. Until the end of time and beyond that, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria en excelsis Deo. Forever and ever. He sighed. Gloria.

She’d been so deceptively earnest in asking him about Guadalcanal when they’d first met, clumsily paired by his traitorous brother. He almost couldn’t help but humor her question, and the subsequent ones that followed, betraying her knowledge of what transpired on those nightmarish islands but a desire to understand it all the same. She had thanked him for being so honest, a striking smile on her face that made him feel like it was reserved just for him.

He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, but she had made it so difficult, pretty and wild with a gleam in her eye that made him want to indulge her despite all reason. So he indulged her question about Guadalcanal, and then almost every other request she’d made, doing so while stewing in the fact that she was yet another reminder that he was merely a man, a slave to his base desires.

Coaxing her into calling him by his first name had been a bit of a challenge. In every other circumstance, he’d expect to be addressed as ‘Mr. Corleone’. Instead, he was inexplicably frustrated by her insistence on maintaining the veneer of professionalism despite his being uncharacteristically personal with her. So, he brought those damn service medals with him all the way from New York to Nevada. Hadn’t even looked at them since he returned from his exile in Sicily. 

The banquet hall had been practically empty, save for a handful of other employees setting out utensils ahead of Johnny Fontaine’s dinner show that evening. ‘I’d like to show you these somewhere private, Gloria. They’re very personal to me,’ he’d said, his voice low so only she could hear. 

She gave him that same striking smile when she agreed to go up to his room with him. He wasn’t a man many people said ‘no’ to, and she wasn’t a woman who said ‘no’ to many men. A morbid part of him wanted her to, just to see what would happen, test his already dwindling self-control. He could feel it slipping from between fingers when the door clicked shut, wondering how she could be so calm, alone in a room with a married man. Either she’d done so countless times before or hadn’t been expecting him to fold. Probably both.

Her fingers had brushed his World War II Victory Medal, then his Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, then, while he described how he earned his Navy Cross, she finally uttered his name in a raspy lilt. Michael sounded almost foreign coming from her lips, part of this secret they were sharing—hotel rooms and service medals and first names. As soon as she pinned the Purple Heart to his lapel, her manicured hand lingering on his chest for just a moment, his ego howled for a taste of blood. Tiger, she called him, lurking in the dense jungle, fiery eyes stalking his fox-prey as she chased pleasure without a thought for him until he pounced, and, in turn, consumed her, razor-sharp maw dripping with her passion.

Hearing about her other dalliances, never from her but always in passing, made him silently seethe with a raging possession he knew he had no right to feel, but did nevertheless. She had clearly assumed that he would be a quick and casual fling like every other man she saw. He resented those men not just for their proximity to her, but at the ease with which they seemed to be able to cut things off with her. Every time he told himself a visit would be the last, he’d habitually slink back to her in the still of the night. He supposed giving in to those instincts served some purpose higher than simply giving in to desire. If he hadn’t, he would have been alone, without hope for another son.

Little else good had come from his family’s tenure in Nevada, and upon receiving confirmation from Tom of Frank Pentangeli’s suicide, had quickly come to the conclusion that they could get a chance at yet another fresh start in New York. Besides, with the newly created vacuum of power there in light of Roth’s and Pentangeli’s deaths, he needed to move in quickly to maintain control.

Gloria sat in the bathtub, watching her fingers prune beneath the foggy surface. She had run it scalding, tears streaming down her face as she allowed the hot, perfumed water to engulf her. When it had cooled enough to not be painful to the touch, she splashed some on her face. A knock at the door caught her attention.

“Gloria? It’s me.”

“Come in.”

Michael opened the door as narrowly as he could to slip inside, not wanting to chance anyone catching a glimpse of Gloria in her state of undress despite the bathroom being in the master bedroom, which few people were allowed in, anyway. He watched as she pulled her knees to her chest, looking at him expectantly. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tie nowhere to be found as the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked almost as disheveled as he did that night he appeared at her apartment.

“I decided it would be good for the family to move back to New York,” he said, sitting on the edge of the tub, his fingers grazing the top of the warm, sudsy water. “I’m going to make an offer on my childhood home tomorrow. It should close by the end of the week.”

“Long Beach, right? That’s pretty close to my parents. They’ll be glad,” she said. “Did the people who lived there say why they were selling?”

“An old associate of my father’s lived there, but he died recently. His widow put it up for sale. Doesn’t need such a big place anymore.”

“Wow, between your friend, Fredo, and your mother…it comes in threes, that’s what my dad always says.”

She knew when his thin-lipped smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it wasn’t so simple.

“Things will be different in New York. Quieter, not as much trouble,” he said.

“So you’re leaving me here?”

He snickered, his smile more genuine as the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I said not as much.”

“I see,” she said, shifting in the tub, her bare breasts peeking from beneath the water, and she gasped as the cool air brushed her sensitive skin. She noticed his eyes on her chest. “You just here to look, or are you trying to go for a dive, tiger?” she asked, her laugh light and airy until his hand dipped beneath the water to squeeze one of her breasts.

“Something like that,” he muttered, gently tugging her nipple before doing the same to her other breast.

There they were again, those eyes like woods she’d lose herself in. This time, she did so willingly as he drew her in with his touch, his arm submerged in the bath water as he slipped his fingers between her folds, watching as she gripped the edge of the bathtub. She lifted her hips, rolling them slightly as she felt his fingers fill her. 

“Michael—fuck,” she groaned when his thumb brushed her clit. “I need more.”

The sensation was odd, for all they’d done in the past, bathtubs had never been involved. Pools and showers, yes, but perhaps they’d both wordlessly come to the conclusion that something about a bath was far too intimate. She could understand why in that specific situation, something inherently erotic about him being fully clothed while she was quite the opposite, exposed and easily accessible for him.

With a curl of his fingers, a loud moan echoed through the tiled room. No one would hear her anyway. As she flexed her legs, calves burning ever so slightly, she tried digging her nails into the porcelain tub, breaking one with the force she used to grip the sides of it. 

“Don’t tease me,” she growled, voice low and husky in her frustration. 

Her eyes met his again, and she was something wild in that forest, a woman-beast with no regard for civility, instead venturing deeper in search of pleasure. It was how Michael had lured her in, carefully domesticating her before she could realize what he’d done. Her body jerked as she felt her orgasm building up inside her, splashing water onto the floor from her sudden movement.

His shirt sleeve had rolled down, drenched despite his efforts, but he didn’t let up, his eyes fixed on her as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers as he worked them inside her, his thumb unforgiving on her clit. Her legs shook as she came, toes curling as more water splashed out of the tub. 

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “Fucking—keep going.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, and a haze overtook her mind as she rocked back and forth against his hand. So engrossed in her second orgasm wracking through her body like an earthquake, she almost forgot he was even there, instead this disembodied figure that existed only to make her cum. If only. 

She shook as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her, eyes wild as they opened again, fixed on the man before her, so composed compared to how she’d come apart. 

He pulled his arm from the water, grabbing her nearby towel and drying his hand off with it. Her knuckles were white when she released her grip on the side of the tub, chest heaving as she ran her fingers through her messy, half-dry hair. 

She attempted to push herself up from the tub, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her torso, supporting her as she climbed out on unsteady legs.

“Your shirt—“

“I don’t care,” he said, wrapping the towel around her. “I’ve got others. How are you feeling?”

“Good, really good.”

He lifted her hand, inspecting her broken red-painted nail. “You sure?”

She snickered. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

As she dried herself off, he leaned against the counter, watching her. For a moment, it felt like they were in the hotel room again, no obligations or strings attached, and something inside her ached for that time. She’d always enjoyed it, but she wouldn’t have taken it for granted if she’d known what four years of it would have led up to. 

She grabbed her brush from the counter, combing the knots out of her damp hair. 

“Where do you want to honeymoon?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” she said, hissing softly as she painfully snagged a knot. “The Hamptons would be nice.”

“Not very exotic.”

“Well it’s not exactly about sight-seeing, is it?”

She could be a tourist any time she wanted, but when else would she have a week where having sex was not only expected, but encouraged? Even in school, she wasn’t one for museums or monuments, finding books far more engaging than the watered down information presented to them. As the likelihood of a summer wedding was rapidly increasing, the last thing she wanted was to walk around looking at ruins or statues in sweltering heat, hardly having the energy to do much else by the end of the day.

“I wouldn’t know.”

Gloria turned to him, her eyes wide. “What?”

He smiled the slightest bit at her shock. “Kay and I married in a small ceremony in New England, and then we went back to Long Island. We didn’t honeymoon.”

“But that’s the best part.”

“You’ll get your honeymoon, I promise.” He wrapped his arms around her bare torso from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. “So, the Hamptons? Beachfront, secluded–”

“Very secluded,” she emphasized as he kissed her cheek.

Her dreams that night had troubling vividity in which she couldn’t tell whether she was asleep or awake as realistic scenarios warped outlandishly. People’s faces shifted into others, desperately trying to tell her something but unintelligible nonetheless. She woke up in a cold sweat, Michael sleeping soundly beside her. Damn. It was her turn to be the insomniac. 

As quietly as she could, she got out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and padding across the carpeted floor, hoping she wouldn’t wake him up. She slipped out the door and made her way into the living room, turning on a lamp for the slightest bit of light. Shuffling into the kitchen, she made herself a rum and coke, trying to remember something from her dreams, but came up with nothing comprehensible.

She wandered back into the living room, turning on the radio that was almost always set to the local rock n’ roll station since she’d been there. The volume of the music was low, but she could still make out the sounds of the familiar songs as she sipped her drink.

“Glo?” a small voice whispered. “I can’t sleep.”

The kids had taken to calling her that, less formal than Gloria without forcing them to call a woman they hardly knew a derivative of mom. 

Anthony emerged from the dark hallway, a teddy bear tucked beneath his arm.

“Me either, kiddo,” Gloria said. “Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.”

The boy shook his head, instead walking into the living room and sitting next to her on the floor. Despite effectively moving into the house, Gloria had hardly interacted with Anthony, though that was almost exclusively his choice. She couldn’t blame him. She still thought it was too soon for her to be living there, but after Carmela’s death, Michael practically insisted.

“Do you know why everyone’s leaving? Daddy says mommy did something bad, but I think he’s lying,” he said. “He lies a lot.”

Gloria let out a shaky breath as she tried to figure how to answer such a loaded question. “He doesn’t tell me much, but I don’t–your mother isn’t a bad person, Anthony. She was just very sad.”

“Was uncle Fredo sad, too?”

“I think so. When you become an adult, you’re not supposed to talk about things like that, and some people have a harder time with it than others,” she explained. “They feel very alone, and they do things they might not normally do because they don’t know how else to ask for help.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, it isn’t. I don’t think things should be that way.”

Gloria knew what Kay did, and though she wasn’t sure if she herself could go through with having an abortion, she certainly wouldn’t condemn a woman’s desperation. Still, she wondered what Fredo had done to be iced out by Michael. She felt almost guilty for considering Michael had something to do with his brother’s death, fratricide was certainly no weightless accusation. Then again, even if she confronted him with it, would he tell her the truth? 

For four years, she had to face the horrifying reality of nearly losing her own brother. She wondered about the worry Michael’s family felt when he was fighting overseas. From what she understood, they hadn’t been very supportive of him joining the Marines in the first place. He had told her that the only person who congratulated him was Fredo, and the only people who regularly sent him letters were his brother, his mother, and Kay, all no longer in his life in some way.

“I’m going back to sleep now,” Anthony said.

She nodded. “Good night.”

He disappeared back down the hallway.

When she heard a door close, she threw back the rest of her rum and coke before making herself another. Some teeny-bopper’s twangy voice faintly played out over the radio, singing his song about heartbreak. The station always played the moodier songs at night, giving way to the teenagers who sounded like lovesick ghosts that haunted the airwaves. “I’m crying,” they’d wail. “My baby left me.” Few said it better than Elvis, “You’ll feel so lonesome, you could die.”

The song shifted to Ricky Nelson’s ‘Lonesome Town’. Despite his talent, she always found it funny, the California boy putting on an accent to sell records. But people put on acts all the time, different masks depending on the scene. She thought back to earlier in the bathroom, and wondered if Michael’s sudden display of intimacy was calculated on his part. His question about the honeymoon had certainly taken her by surprise, enough so that for a few hours, she didn’t think much about the implications of his brother’s death or try to talk to him about it again.

She squeezed the glass in her hand, enraged at the thought of him playing with her emotions while she was in such a vulnerable state, but more than that, angry at herself for falling for it.

#the godfather #michael corleone #michael corleone x oc #the godfather fanfic #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone imagine #the godfather part ii #the godfather imagine #michael corleone x ofc #bruised fruit fic

[midnights-dragon]

1, 10, + 23 for the good omens ask game? :3

when did you first watch/discover good omens, and how did you find out about it?

Lol funny story actually, I watched a shit ton of edits from s2 when it came out that were all over my FYP, to the point that I could recite Crowley's confession BEFORE I EVEN WATCHED THE SHOW. then, I found the episodes on a google file drive because I didn't realize it was on amazon prime, and accidentally started with s1ep6. without realizing until I was 30 minutes in. whoops.

have you ever imagined or created a crossover with another fandom for good omens? which one, and what was it about?

I have not in particular, however whenever I watch any movie at all ever now, I picture ineffable husbands in it. the forefront of this is the parent trap 1998 (there's a fabulous wip fic of this au on ao3 somewhere) (it's my favorite older movie)

what's a good omens headcanon that you considered canon?

I have several:

Crowley's snake eyes can't see stars

angels cry Holy Water (not demons though)

Aziraphale had a thing with Oscar Wilde and Crowley had a thing with Freddie Mercury when they were both depressed from 1862 and 1969 respectively

Crowley was at Stonewall

Aziraphale was the angel who parted the Red Sea, who rolled away the stone of the tomb, all the cool stuff in the Bible that angels did

adding onto that, Crowley spent 40 days in the desert with Jesus

Cain killed Abel with the flaming sword (my personal headcanon)

I have many more but that'll do for now LMAO

#THAN KYOU FOR THE ASK!!! #good omens #ask game #silly stuff

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 4/?

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Not gonna lie, I'm not too proud of this chapter, but I needed a way to transition. I will say, the repealing of the Anti-ecto laws is going to be more background. I want to mostly focus on the emotional and angst/comfort. So, while the rest of the fic is gonna have the Justice League trying to destroy the GIW, I'm also going to mostly focus on the families getting to know each other. Don't except a quick fix between Damian and Danny. I will say, Jason and Danny being besties is one of my fave tropes so that's gonna happen here

Jason would be the first one to admit he came back wrong.

(As if coming back from the dead was ever right.)

He was more violent, easier to anger, and he swore that sometimes he felt invisible eyes on him even if he couldn’t truly see anything.

(They looked like afterimages, smoke in the wind as it disappeared.)

Jason knew deep down that Danny wasn’t lying.

Lazarus green eyes stared at them; the room chilled enough that, had he not been wearing the helmet, Jason would be able to see his breath. The lights flickered, and he swore Danny’s shadow turned into something monstrous for half a second.

Something deep in Jason’s chest called out to whatever Danny was signaling. Danny looked at Jason with knowing eyes.

“You and I are similar, revenant.”

Every other member of Jason’s family fell to their knees or covered their ears in pain. The Fenton’s had different reactions.

While the two parents flinched, the daughter’s, Jasmine, eyes glowed. She didn’t seem perturbed by the sounds her brother was making. Sounds whose meanings Jason couldn’t understand with his ears but from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Only the dead can understand this language. Or those like us, those who have died and come back. That’s why you can understand me, revenant.”

Jason was never gladder for his helmet than he was now, “he’s telling the truth. He’s dead, or at least he’s like me.”

Batman frowned.

“Akhi, did you die when I—when…?”

Danny shook his head, “No, it was close, but no. Mother always had someone following us, it seemed. He bandaged me up and then called mother. She faked my death and said I could never return to the League as I would be sentenced to death as a traitor.”

Damian took a deep, rattling breath. Jason had never seen the kid cry so much as he had today.

“No, I died in an accident. Only it didn’t kill me the whole way. I’m Schrodinger’s boy. Half dead, half alive. Half human,” a bright light suddenly blinded them, “half ghost.”

“How,” Bruce asked (not Batman, Bruce), “how did you die?”

Impossibly the room got colder. Frost started appearing on the windows, and Jason felt like a predator had targeted him.

“Never ask a ghost how they died,” Danny said in a deadly tone.

Both Fenton parents stepped in front of Danny on the defensive.

“It’s rude to ask how a ghost died,” the mother answered.

“It’s traumatic and can cause a ghost emotional damage. Please refrain from asking that; if Danny brings it up later, that’s up to him,” the father said in a low voice.

The older sister put her arms around her trembling younger brother.

Jason couldn’t help but feel like shit. Jason wanted to go up to the boy and protect him from Bruce, from anyone who would harm him physically or emotionally. Jason felt the familiar twinge of green forming around his vision.

They threaten your King; eliminate them!

“Peace, revenant. Thank you for wanting to defend me, but there’s no danger here yet.”

Jason calmed at the kid’s words (sounds?). He saw his family (minus Bruce and Damian) looking at Jason with worry in their gazes.

He shook his head at Dick’s silent question. Jason didn’t know what had come over him. Jason looked at Danny; he only knew the kid was important to him (to the dead).

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” Bruce said, “But why would you think we were going to arrest you?”

Maddie and Jack reluctantly let Danny go in front of them. They kept a hand on each of Danny’s shoulders, and both elder Fenton had the other hand hovering over their suits, no doubt to weapons only they knew about.

“You’re part of the Justice League, aren’t you? Hell, not just a part of it, a founder. And the Justice League upholds the law no matter what,” Danny said bitterly, “My very existence is against the United States of America laws. I’m an ecto-entity. Under the Anti-Ecto Acts, I’m neither sentient nor sapient, which means I have no rights. I can be captured and experimented on without prejudice.”

Danny looked straight at Jason, and Jason felt a chill over him (someone walking over my grave), “So can you, by the way. You’re lucky they haven’t found you. It could be because you’re in Gotham, but,” Danny shrugged.

 “We would never do that,” Damian yelled out, his arm waved in a single cutting motion to punctuate his point, “Justice doesn’t always mean abiding by the law. Father was a vigilante before there were laws protecting what he did! Why would you think we would turn you over to be experimented on?”

Danny looked at Damian with sad eyes, “I never thought my younger brother would stab me, yet, that came to be, didn’t it, Dami?”

Damian looked as if someone had stabbed him in the chest.

Jasmine got in front of Danny, “It’s like Danny said earlier: what else were we to think when we saw all of you, who are affiliated with the Justice League, coming after us like you would you’re, what are they called, rogue gallery?”

“I apologize for that,” Bruce said remorsefully, “I saw you were leaving. I had just found out another son had been hidden from me,” Bruce’s voice broke. “I didn’t think; I reacted. We reacted. I didn’t want to risk losing you again. Not when I just found out about your existence.”

Bruce stepped forward; the small family in front of them stepped back. Bruce stilled completely.

“Listen, we all fucked up, not just B,” Dick said, trying to do damage control, “We aren’t going to turn you in to any government branch; you aren’t criminals. We—we just wanted to get to know our newest family member.”

Danny looked straight at Dick, “The Fentons are my family.”

Dick smiled, “You can have more than one family. Besides, the more, the merrier! You don’t have to be buddy-buddy with us right away. But we do want to help. How about we start with these Anti-Ecto Act laws.”

Dick sat down, his body language open, his smile a bit feral, “So tell us. What exactly are they?”

____

Against his parents’ better judgment, Danny decided to trust his bio family, at least with the help of the repeal of the Anti-Ecto Act laws.

As soon as Bruce and the rest of the Batfamily (?) found out about the laws, they set up an emergency meeting with the Justice League to repeal them.

Danny didn’t trust them enough to stay in the same city as them, let alone the same living area.

“Akhi, please, we can protect you in Gotham. We can help you and,” Damian swallowed nervously, “and I missed you,” he confessed.

Danny wanted to tell Damian, ‘no, you don’t get to play that card. You had your chance, and you blew it. You almost killed me…You betrayed me.’

Looking at his brother’s red-rimmed eyes and semi-hopeful stare, Danny couldn’t.

Damian had been a kid.

So was I; it’s not fair!

Danny turned to his small family, “It’s up to you, sport. We’ll do whatever you want.”

“Little brother, it’s about being together and being safe. Whatever you want.”

What did Danny want?

Once upon a time, he wanted to be a normal child. He wanted to play with his little brother without fear. Danny wanted not to have to kill.

Now, he just wanted to survive.

Europe would’ve been the best option. Staying in the US was suicide. Danny knew the GIW wouldn’t go silently even if the Justice League started repealing. He also knew that the best way to make the laws disappear was if he helped Batman and the Justice League however he could.

You can do that from Europe.

Danny bit his lip. He wanted to be safe; he wanted to be selfish.

“We’ll stay in Gotham, but I refuse to go to your place.”

“That’s fine,” Damian quickly assured him, “right, father?”

Batman nodded, “Yes, I have a penthouse in the city you can stay. You can stay in this safehouse if you’d like. I’d have to stock it up. We could even find a way to set you up in school.”

“No!” All the Fentons yelled.

The other family was surprised at the vehement denial.

“We’re sorry,” Maddie apologized, “A government organization is hunting Danny. If we try to enroll him, they’ll find him quickly. It’s best if we lay low.”

“Yes, of course, we will deal with that, I promise.”

Batman turned to Danny, “If there’s anything you need, anything at all,” he took out a card and a cell phone, “call me.”

Danny nodded.

“I think we should stay here,” his mom said, “since we’re staying in Gotham, I’d rather be a bit far away from the city, if possible.”

“Of course. If you want, we can talk while the children get to know each other.”

Danny looked at the merry band of furries; sure, children.

Except for Red Robin and Damian, everyone else seemed to be an adult.

Danny’s eyes went back to the revenant. He really should talk to the guy one on one. Let him know what’s going on and maybe cure that disgusting contaminated ectoplasm.

Danny’s parents’ left with Batman, but Jazz stayed behind with Danny.

Nightwing smiled from where he sat, and Damian fidgeted. The rest of them didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves.

Let the awkwardness begin.

@spectralstardustandphantomnights @avelnfear @idfk-man10 @blackroserelina @candeartist422 @luer-mirin @mur-ururu @insufferablecrab @skulld3mort-1fan @meira-3919 @aethernorwood @mimilikey @marshmelloe @latheevening226 @ahyesanerd @lexdamo @chrysanthemum9484

#dc x dp fill #dc x dp #cain and abel wept

[tobitofunction]

Flowers of Love Part 2

Morpheus returns but what he finds left is worse than he ever experienced. (Changed some dialogue and Dream likes to blame himself throughout)

I wanna thank everyone who liked, commented and reblogged the first part. I really didn't expect it. When I announced it only 29 ish people liked and most of the time the fic will get less likes than the announcement blog but I’m extremely glad it did so well. So less talking more of the story. ( One person saw the Star Wars inspiration in part 1 :) So Anakin and Padme's theme is now Morpheus and Y/N’s)

Tags: @itshamleth​, @khaleesihavilliard, @luula​ , @theamuz​  , @lilithskywalker​, @hereforsmutbcicantgetenough​, @lestaikkeullsokka, @bittybuttersliceontoast​, @lilotter18​

Across The Stars,

Part0 part1

106 years that’s how long Morpheus was locked up, and since he couldn't punish Burgess himself he settled for his son Alex. He might not have been as bad as his father but he shot Jesseym, Alex got off easy in Morpheus's mind, he could have done worse but he didn't. When Morpheus found himself back in the dreaming and was met with Lucienne he never felt happier,” My Lord your home” she said happily helping him up, but once he saw what was left of the dreaming his heart clenched,” What happened here?” he asked,” My Lord, you are the dreaming and the dreaming is you since you were gone for this long everything started to decay. Lady Y/N-”,” Is she alright? She is safe?” Morpheus asked cutting the librarian off, she looked at the ground not able to look him in the eyes,” Lucienne, where Y/N, how is the baby?” he said firmly, concern filling his body at her quietness,” It’s complicated” she said.

Morpheus stroked your cheek, you were cold just like him,” All of this because of me?” he said holding back tears,” I killed her” he said softly,” She’s not dead sir-”,” but she's isn't alive either and all because I was captured by some ameture magic uses” he snapped,” All you need is your tools to wake her up, that's what your sister said” she said making Morpheus screw his eyes shut,” If only it would be that easy Lucienne” he said,” What do you mean sir?”,” My tools, they have been taken from me by my captors but that imbecile got them stole from him” he said angrily clenching his fist,” So until you found them-”,” Y/N remains like this unforutanlly... Lucienne, could you please leave me alone for a moment?” she nodded and walked away,” My love, I’m sorry for leaving” he said kneeling down beside you,” I promise to wake you the second I have my tools. I then will never leave you alone again, during my capture, there wasn't one minute of which I wasn't thinking of you or our child” he got back up and placed a kiss on your forehead. He looked around, Fidler green isn't like it used to be, everything is dead, ironic perhaps. The flowers in your hair were still fresh thanks to Lucienne perhaps, Morpheus noticed the purple flower in your hands, the tibouchina. “ Once you are awake my love, I grow you an even bigger garden than you had, and it will be filled with flowers which remind me of you,” he said, he gave you one last kiss before joining Lucienne.

“Where is my child, you said it survived”,” They did my Lord” Lucienne smiled,” They? Twins?” he said a smile forming on his lips,” Cain and Abel have been taking care of them since their birth. I paid them a visit once in a while,” she said,” How old are they?” Morpheus asked,” Come with me and you see”.

Gregory was using his snout to hit the ball toward the young child making him giggle,” Again, Gregory” Atlas giggled throwing the ball towards the Gargoyle who caught it in his mouth, this made the boy giggle,” Uncle Cain, did you see that?” the half endless asked,” I sure did Atlas, don't dirty yourself, dinner is nearly ready” Cain said sweeping away a broken pot which Gregory broke while playing with the boy. Meanwhile, Abel was taking care of Althea, the youngest of the twin was helping him cook for dinner, she was standing on a small stool helping Abel peel the vegetables. Both twins look like perfect mixtures of both of you, but their eyes are clearly like their father's. A stormy sky with stars peaking through the clouds. 

Gregory slightly nudged Atlas with his snout making him fall on his butt, Cain's eyes snapped towards it ready to scold Gregory for making Atlas cry but a cry never left the boy's lips. Instead, the boy was staring off into the distance,” Atlas, is everything okay?” he asked pushing Gregory away gently as he tried to nudge the boy again,” I thought I saw Lucienne with a strange man” he said as Cain pulled him up, brushing dirty of his pants,” Lucienne, huh? She properly just wanted to check up on you and Althea” he said,” But whose the strange man?” he asked, Cain shrugged,” Let’s see if Althea and Abel finished dinner” he said pushing the boy into the house who was still looking behind at the spot where he saw Lucienne and Morpheus.

 “ My Lord, why didn't you greet them, Atlas was right there,” Lucienne said trying to keep up with Morpheus's large steps,” And how should I explain my absence? How I can't free their mother from her slumber. I have failed once again as a parent,” he said holding back tears,” You haven't even mentioned their ages. They are still young kids, you didn't miss that much in their lives-”,” Besides their first words, them taking their first steps, their births. Do you want me to go on? I am glad that they haven't aged much for whatever reason but-”,” But what?” Lucienne said,” I won't meet them until I have Y/N back at my side, I want them to meet us together,” he said making Lucienne sigh,” Very well. How do you want to start the search for your tools?”,” The Fates”.

After a couple more discussions Morpheus and Lucienne made their way back towards Cain and Abel but not for the twins but for Gregory. Morpheus stands by his discussion on wanting to wait until your back to meet the twins,” Lord Morpheus, your back” Abel said happily,” I didn't have any doubt in that” Cain said wary,” Are you here to see your children? They would be delighted, they are in the House of secrets playing I could-”,” I’m here to ask you back for something I gave you long ago” he cut Abel off,” So you aren't here for the kids?” Cain asked trying not to sound offended,” Not until y/n is back,” he said trying to keep his voice calm,” Well what do you want Lord Morpheus?”

“What should we tell the twins? They love Gregory” Cain said getting angry,” They will understand one day,” Morpheus said,” It’s for the sake of the Dreaming” Morpheus added,” We weren't one who vanished for a century, Lady Y/N is dead because of you,” Cain said making Morpheus clench his fist, anger started to build inside of the dream lord,” Cain, watch your tongue,” Lucienne said,” Why? For over 100 years we had basically gaslighted the twins about your whereabouts. The twins are young due to their unique genetics but they are much wiser than we think, they know that their father abandoned them-”,” Cain, Lord Morpheus didn't abandon them, there is probably a reason for his long absence” Abel tried to reason with brother,” I can't watch this, I will be with the twins. Something he should be doing”  Cain said storming off.

“Lord Morpheus are you alright?” Lucienne asked as they were walking away from Cain and Abel,” He is right, it’s all my fault. If I wasn't captured Y/N and I would be raising the twins. They could be playing in the gardens, while we were watching them, Y/N in my arms. She is my heart Lucienne and I will get her back, no matter the cause” Morpheus said,” I know you will and I will be here every step of the way” Lucienne smiled,” Like you were for Y/N?” the question caught her off guard,” She’s my Lady, of course, I stood beside her. She can be quite stubborn like you, maybe that's why the two of you lasted so long” she smiled at the end,” Lady Death called you soulmates, it was hard to see an Endless having a human soulmate but I agree. Love like the two of you share is something you don't see every day. She's unlike any other lover you had”,” She is, that’s why I will do anything to bring her back. Even if it means going to corners of heaven and hell”,” Well the fates did say your helm in hell” she said half-jokingly, Morpheus didn't say anything to acknowledge the irony bud just said,” This Joana Constantine if she is anything like her ancestor could be useful”.

Finding Joana Constantine was easy but getting her help was a different story, she left him in a church where she excised a demon, who could have helped him find his helm. Now he is standing in a park when a raven lands in front of him,” I thought I told you to leave” he said slightly annoyed,” I know but the boss lady-”,” Lucienne is not your Master”,” She told me you would say that” he said,” Do you know who I am?”,” Not exactly but the boss lady said to help you find something to revive her boss lady” Morpheus swallowed,” My last raven died while trying to help me”,” Well I’m not them, I could still help you find her, if she's asleep we have at least eight hours to find her” Matthew said.

Matthew did help him find Johanna and in the end, she helped him to give him her sand back. Now they were standing outside her old apartment block, “ Why did you decide to end her suffering? You could easily just let have a painful death to spite me for having your sand?” Johanna asked out,” I know how it feels to be responsible for someone suffering,” he said swallowing,” During my time captured my wife fell into an endless sleep to save her from death after birthing our twins” he didn't know why he was opening up to her like that, maybe because they are similar in a way,” With my tools, I can bring her back” Johanna nodded,” I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you find your tools, at least your not alone,” she said looking down at Matthew,” Let’s see each other again but maybe with your wife then, it be interesting to see who stole the heart of Dream of the Endless”.

” Can I ask you a question?” Matthew asked flying beside him,” Why do you blame yourself for your wife’s demise? It wasn't your fault for being captured” Matthew said,” But it is my fault for giving her a necklace which holds part of my power. Her body is human and couldn't handle the power of using it to hold the dreaming together” he said stuffing his hands into his pockets,” If I never gave it to her, she would have been fine. The Dreaming might have looked worse but it could be fixed” he said.

“If you win you get to get your helm back but if I win you be my slave for eternity,” the demon said stroking his hand across the helm,” I agree,” Morpheus said making Matthew gawk,” My champion shall be you, your majesty,” he said to Lucifer who seemed to be delighted at that,” It would be an honour,” they said

“Until next time Light bringer,” Morpheus said cockily after winning the battle,” I will have your head next time Morpheus, and that of your wives. If she's awake by then” Lucifer said making Morpheus glare at her before turning around and walking out of hell. “ Where off to next Boss?” Matthew asked landing on his shoulder as he put his helm on,” To the dreaming, I want to see her” Morpheus said.

“ I nearly have all of my tools my love. Soon you will be in my arms again, and we are able to see our children and hear their joyful laughs as they played in the Gardens. I am able to love you again, I have so much to make up for. I saw our son from a distance, he looks like a perfect mix of us, and his laugh was something only an angel could produce, an angel like you, I can't wait to meet them probably” he said stroking the back of your hand, his helm sat beside his kneeling figure,” Lucienne gave a new raven, he’s different than Jesseym but maybe that what I need, Hold tight my love. I will be back soon with my ruby” he slowly got up, not wanting to let go of your cold hand, he still wasn't used to your cold skin but it doesn't stop him from holding you as much as he can,” I love you with all my heart” he said kissing your forehead. He wanted to wait to kiss your lips until you were awake. 

“She is pretty,” Matthew said landing on Morpheus's shoulder,” I have never seen someone so in love with someone, most people will just pick a new partner if their partner died”,” Humans are strange beings after all”,” Your wife is human” Matthew pointed out,” Not for me, she's to perfect to be a human.No of my former loves made me feel like her, nothing and no one can compare,” he said,” The woman in hell was she one of your former lovers right?”,” Yes but that’s all I will tell you,” he said,” Fair enough, we're off to know?”,” My ruby, since I have my helm and sand it will be easier to find”.

Morpheus found a massacre, and John Dee's usage of the ruby started bringing chaos into the world. John didn't seem to be thinking he was doing anything wrong, he thought he was doing the world a favour by taking people's ability to lie away from them. Even after explaining Dreaming is what keeps people alive, he refused to budge. ” It’s not too late to save yourself,” Morpheus said as calmly,” You think, it's me who needs saving”,” Your father stole that ruby from me and cursed you”,” He blessed me with it”  he lifted the ruby and began absorbing everything around him including Morpheus,” Your reign ended when my father captured you. This Kingdom is my birthright” he broke the ruby believing it would kill Morpheus but it did the opposite, it realised all the power it held making Morpheus stronger than ever. He can finally free you, hold your warm body in his arms, look into your eyes and fall in love again, kiss the lips he was dreaming of for centuries. He’s thankful to John for that and because of this decided to spare him. All he wanted to do now is return to you and meet his children.

“You think it will work?” Matthew asked sitting on Morpheus’s shoulder,” I’m at full strength now. Even more powerful than before, I don't have a doubt it will work” he said pulling some sand out of his pouch, slowly crouching down beside the casket,” It’s time to wake my love” he said before blowing the sand into your direction,” How long will it take?” Matthew asked, he seemed more excited than Morpheus himself,” Patient” he said softly, he didn't take his of you as he slowly rose again from his crouched position. It felt like aeons to Morpheus, waiting for you to move or show any sign of life. “Please my love,” he said caressing your cheek, then he felt it, your skin wasn't ice cold anymore, it’s getting warmer.” She’s getting warmer” Morpheus said,” My love can you hear me?” he said kneeling once again, then he noticed your chest slowly rising and failing,” There is movement under her eyelids,” Matthew said, Morpheus grabbed one of your hands,” If you can hear me, please squeeze my hand,” he said, desperation in his voice, it took w while but he did feel the slightest pressure on his hand,” Kiss her,” Matthew said randomly,” What?”,” It happens in Disney movies, the Princess is asleep and a Prince kisses her awake” Matthew explained,” Come give it try and relax with your judgmental looks while you at it” he said, Morpheus hesitated but maybe Matthew was right, it wouldn't surprise him if his sister did make that a requirement. He slowly rose and caging your body between his arms,” Give her a good one, it is your guy’s first kiss in a hot minute” Matthew said but Morpheus ignored it, he slowly lowered himself down to your lips, he felt your breath against your lips slightly. He carefully pressed his lips against yours, your lips were still soft as he remembered maybe even softer, he didn't want to remove his lips from yours but he did after a while,” Maybe it needs a while to lift the spell, kind of how like amazon delivery” Matthew said gaining a confused look from Morpheus,” Maybe you're right” Morpheus said sadly,” Don't be upset boss, the boss lady will be up in no time” he said, just when Morpheus and Matthew were about to leave, soft shuffling filled the Dream Lord’s ears,” Morpheus?” a soft but hoarse voice came through afterwards. 

Morpheus’s head snapped towards your voice,” Y/N, my love” he said happily, you were trying to sit up but you seem to find it difficult,” Your back, I never had any doubt my love” you said cupping his cheek as tears were streaming down his face,” I leave the two of you alone” Matthew said,” Thank you Matthew” Morpheus said before the raven flew away,” Matthew?” you asked confused,” We have a lot to catch up on but now let’s meet our children first” he said lifting you off the casket into his arms where you belonged.” How long had past since-”,” Too long my love, just so you know I never plan to leave you ever again” he said starting to walk towards Cain and Abel,” You better not” you smiled taking in his scent,” I love you Morpheus” you said softly looking up at him,” I love you, maybe even more” he smiled.

Soon the two of you arrived at the Gate of Cain and Abel’s land. He carefully set you down feet, he wrapped his arm around your waist, steadying you.” What did you name our daughter? I heard Cain call our boy Atlas”,” Althea” you said quickly.” Have they grown much in our absence?” you asked,” You will see my love”.

Meanwhile, the twins were playing with Goldie, they were upset about Gregory's demise but were happy about having another Gargoyle. Abel managed to convince Cain not to tell the twins who took away Gregory as he didn't want the twins to have negative feelings towards their father. Althea was running after Goldie when she tripped over a rock and landed harshly on her belly with a loud thud. “ Althea, are you okay,” Atlas asked concerned before his younger sister burst into tears, Goldie meanwhile flew into the house of mystery to get either Cain or Abel.” Please, Althea, don't cry” Atlas said rubbing his sister's back, her knee and chin were bleeding slightly and she was covered in dirt” Why is the Princess of the Dreaming crying?” Morpheus said making Atlas jump slightly. He looked at Morpheus with identical eyes, instantly recognising him as his father,” We can't have our Princess crying now” you said wrapping your arms around your daughter,” Mother” Atlas said,” You have awakened” he said happily,” Little flower, where does it hurt?” you said gently as Althea wrapped her small arms around your waist,” She hurt her leg” Atlas said grabbing Morpheus sleeve,” Well then can be fixed, look her little flower” Morpheus said softly making the girl peak at her father, he pulled out a bit of sand from his pouch and sprinkled on her injured leg and before she knew it was gone making Althea gasp,,” Do you know who I am?” he asked,” You are our father, Uncle Abel and Lucienne talked about you, they said you will bring Mom from her slumber and restore the dreaming to its former glory” Atlas said,” We have the same eyes” Althea said making Morpheus smile, he grabbed gently and placed her onto his lap,” Yes, we do my little flower” he said melting when his little girl wrapped her arms around him,” Why don't I have a nickname?” Atlas pouted making both Morpheus and you laugh,” How about little raven, as your Dad always has a raven with him” you said pulling him into your laps,” My name is still cooler” Althea said sticking her tongue out at her brother,” You are a flower and I’m a raven, so my nickname is cooler” Atlas said also sticking his tongue at his sister which was countered by a push of your lap from Althea,” Hey, no violence. Both of you have cool nicknames, right Morpheus?” you said,” Yes, they are children of the Endless after all, who only have cool nicknames” he said tickling Althea sides making her giggle which filled Morpheus should with happiness,” Are you as ticklish as your sister little raven” you said before tickling his sides making giggle as well. Soon both twins were giggling making both you and Morpheus happier than ever.

“Althea, Irving- I mean Goldie said you are hurt,” Abel said rushing towards the four of you,” I’m fine now Uncle Abel, my Papa healed it,” she said cuddling into Morpheus's side,” Well, then I let the reunited family alone. Dinner is nearly ready though, so feel free to join us- Lady Y/N, your awake” Abel gasped,” CAINE, LADY Y/N IS AWAKE” he shouted heavily,” What are you babbling about- Lady Y/N, your back, and with the twins. Why not joins us for dinner, we have enough for all of us. It is an honour” Cain said,” We gladly accept” you smiled looking at Atlas who was placing flowers in your hair. The two brothers nodded and quickly when back into the house leaving the four of you alone again. You looked at Morpheus who was staring at you,” You are even more beautiful than I remember” he said as the twins started to chase each other again, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead,” Whatever happens next, I want you at my side” he said softly stroking your arm,” Good as I would have forced my way into it. You aren't getting rid of me this easy from now on” you smiled nuzzling into his neck,” Is that a promise?” Morpheus asked,” Yes” you smiled,” Good,” he said cupping your chin and placing his lips on yours.” Ewwwww,” the twins said making you and Morpheus pull apart,” Kissing gives cooties, “ Althea said,” Cooties don't affect grown-ups my little flower” she still scrunched up her nose in disgust,” I still will never kiss a boy,” she said making Morpheus smile,” You better not,” he said poking her belly,” Dad play ball with us before dinner, Mom can join as well,” Atlas said picking up a ball,” Girls vs boys” he added,” Challenge accepted” you smiled, Althea nodded,” The winner gets the loser desert,” she said,” Deal,” Atlas said.

 Morpheus looked around himself and couldn't believe it was real, he thought he was in a dream of his own making while still being trapped by Burgess but reality came when he felt a ball small against his shoulder and a small giggle following,” sorry Papa” Althea giggled,” Come on Dad, we can't lose” Atlas said tugging at Morpheus sleeve. No, everything was very much real, he had his twins, his realm and you. Everything is as it should be, at least for the moment but Morpheus doesn't care about the obstacles of the future, so long he has you at his side, he’s ready to face anything. 

#the sandman morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x fem!reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #dream x fem!reader #the sandman lucienne #the sandman death

[canonically-a-genloser]

Please explain all the genloss characters to me

All I know is the stuff from the live I haven’t kept up with anything else

oh boy you're gonna have a TIME reading this one brother i'm gonna spend hours typing out the insane stuff the randy collective has come up with

okay so the insaneification of genloss started with sneeg. FANON IS WRONG ABOUT HIM HE IS WRONG IN EVERY FIC THE MASSES DO NOT UNDERSTAND HIM . so basically to be true to the canon sneeg mutual started actually talking about the trauma he would have and how genuinely fucked up he would be and that's how the randy collective started. anyways i touched on the whole being raised by showfall thing which ties into kids theory. charlie and sneeg would have been so so so codependent and toxic and they love each other and they're all over each other like animals but they'll also fight to the fucking death because showfall can just revive them. (there's a creature au as well that is very cool but i'll talk about that later if i remember.) frank was sneeg's boyfriend and he got permakilled for it and i will come back to this (but also. side note. yellow is frank's color. that's the color of the number code ran chose to put into the computer. maybe this doesn't mean anything but i think the yellow connecting to frank and the fact that he was dead was foreshadowing but take that as you will. moving on)

generation loss charlie. everyone talks about him. everyone loves charlie. they don't care about sneeg. charlie knows this and he will use it against sneeg any way he can. he's the favourite and he flaunts that at sneeg and knows showfall would kill sneeg if he said the word. at the same time sneeg knows this and he would be so fucking jealous of that. he would kill charlie for it. he'd regret it but that wouldn't stop him. it's the cain and abel symbolism and it could be explained so much better but i really really love this point so i had to mention it.

another thing about charlie being the favorite. charlie genuinely doesn't have anyone without sneeg. so when frank comes along and starts talking to sneeg and basically taking his brother away from him he gets jealous of that. there's multiple endings to this one but it was an interesting point.

last thing about charlie for now the charlie mutual made headcanons for transfem/transmasc charlie separately and they are so cool. i can't remember who had the idea of aroace charlie but we love that too. we spin him in the washing machine

i have my own version of ran as well. in all my post escape aus they use hearing aids and prosthetic eyes from where the box messed up their face. (SHOWFALL EMPLOYEE AUS GO SO FUCKING HARD WITH THIS ONE. TO ME. i literally cannot forget to talk about this later.) but yeah that's my basic design idea and the headcanons for this guy are crazy. one of my favorites is the one that sneeg and charlie were literally on top of each other all the time being brothers so ranboo adopted that kind of show of affection post escape. they're fucked up brothers your honor

hETCH IS NOT THE VILLAIN. HE IS A VICTIM TOO. the popular headcanon is that he's also gay for the founder and sometimes we like to think about how it would be funny if the founder were gay for him too but honestly hetch is most likely just their emotional support wet cat. but yeah charlie mutual started making headcanons about charlie and hetch being blood brothers and i was never able to erase that from my memory /vvpos . i love thinking about that dynamic too for so so many reasons. hetch staying with charlie and sneeg and basically raising them and there's just so much in there that i can't even get into yet because i haven't explained the employees BUT I WILL I PROMISE

niki is such a fucking fun one to think about too. i don't have much on her because she's actually characterized decently well from what i've seen but @/white-collar-cannibal has an au where she cuts off her hair and just. the butch niki headcanons. it's such a cool concept. because we've discussed her too and as popular hcs go niki was brought in as a teenager. i think we said 14-15 (but don't quote me on that i could be wrong). but the basic idea is showfall made her be pretty and she wants to be like sneeg. she wants to fight and be able to stomach stuff like all the gruesome stuff showfall fed sneeg and charlie as kids and ough. it's just so cool to think about i love her character

I'M GONNA REBLOG WITH STUFF ABOUT THE OC SHOWFALL EMPLOYEES (AND ANYTHING ELSE MAJOR I MISSED SO FAR) BUT I'VE BEEN TYPING FOR SO LONG AND THIS PROBABLY MAKES ZERO SENSE THE WAY I WORDED HALF OF THIS SO .

EDIT: tumblr notifs ate it but @/white-collar-cannibal actually came up with the transfem charlie hcs! my bad on that one i don't remember who does what sometimes!!

#toad <3 #im so normal i swear

[avorra]

when cain kills abel is going to DESTROY ME i just know it

i know babe 😔 for what it’s worth, it’s destroying me to write it <\3

if it helps, there fluff in the next chapter ❤️

here’s a peek 🫣

REGULUS WITH SWEATER PAWSS😭😭😭

#fic: when cain kills abel #i know the fic is generally angsty #but jegulus will have their cute moments #it will destroy you though #avorra’s asks #jegulus

[hells-wasabii]

All these talks of Lute or Emily AU’s started making me think of an AU about Cain. I like to imagine that Hellaverse!Cain would be Lucifer’s son, born from a love affair between him and Eve (Lilith was also involved, OT3 for the win baby!), which would cause Adam to resent him and of course lead up to him murdering Abel, the golden son. He’s then cursed to wander the Earth and never die…but what if he somehow ended up in Hell (by finally dying or through other means)? And what it when he does so, he kidnaps Charlie with the intent of luring Lucifer out to kill him…except, because it’s Charlie, they end up bonding.

While I personally don’t have any headcanons regarding Cain or Abel, this is another interesting au!

The story of Cain and Abel has always interested me, even since I was a kid! A scorned child fic would be an interesting read when it comes to hellaverse, though I myself wouldn’t really know where to lead it. I’d love to see how the topic would be handled

#hazbin hotel #hazbin imagine #hazbin headcanons #wasabi talks

[mothervvoid]

Heads Up 7 Up!!

got tagged by @late-to-the-fandom to post seven sentences from a fic you wrote so here's something from my current WIP. i promise this is seven sentences btw i just have an issue with run-ons.

Abel feels as if he’s in a fever dream, a dizzy-heady sleepwalking feeling; like he was back in that town in Ohio and he’s just been told someone ordered a fifth green tea latte in the span of two minutes and he gets the distinct urge to maim and kill, except this time he was unfettered and he had hands that could actually hurt, could actually kill and he— The knife manifests, black as midnight, with sharp serrated cutting edge—and disappears just as quickly. He doesn’t have the willpower. He lets it dissipate into black vapor.  The first thing he does when he sees his brother is punch him in the face.  He expects to reel back, he expects it to hurt, so color him surprised when his brother spirals backward with a cry while arms circle around his arms and torso in an ill-attempt at keeping him from doing more damage. His strength is returning, slowly but surely, and he can feel them straining against him as he strains back, desperate to see blood, needs to see blood, Cain’s blood, dribbling from his nose while he attempts to assure the staff around him, no, no, it’s fine, really, I expected this.

i'll be tagging @perpetuallyuneloquent, @umbral-soul and @nixalegos (i don't have seven people to tag ;; lmao)

#dash games #THIS IS NOT CAIN AND ABEL FROM THE BIBLE. ITS CAIN AND ABEL FROM THE SCP FOUNDATION. WHICH IS THE SAME THING BUT DIFFERENT. #im either gonna get another 'abel from the bible' incident or someone is gonna b like 'you write bible fanfic??' #sure #why not

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e14 the executioner's song (w. robert berens)

cain with the luxurious locks. i don't remember his hair in the previous episode but i think i'd recall if it looked like this

many thoughts. a) no judgement, dean-o, some of us have weird hobbies b) this view being so well lit gives me an idea of the leg room sam's working with (not terrible) c) i again laugh at the logistics of fic getting these large men to fuck fully contained inside this car. it's a big car but d) sam manspreading across the middle (as ever i wonder about their placement just being a logistical thing with the shot) e) i know about the true crime thing via fic lol unlike the current plot points

DEAN So what are we thinking? Some sort of a mass-murdering magician? SAM Yeah, Or a teleporting demon or a who knows what that can walk through Supermax walls. Could be in our wheelhouse. DEAN Yeah, your wheelhouse. "Hobby."

made me laugh. very cute

somebody get this guy a pantene contract

LOL cain's just going on the killingest of killing sprees i guess because why not. dean and sam are descendents of cain? i can't keep that dumb story straight. vessels and something something bloodline of cain and abel, did he need it for the mark? blergh

wtf is this music dear lord. it's like some of their regular light intrigue/tension music but mashed some... i don't know, over it. horns to evoke.... something. not a fan.

SAM Dean, wielding the Blade against Cain himself... Win or lose, you may never come back from that fight. DEAN I know.

literal sigh. And here I go again on my own / Going down the only road I've ever known. i don't know why this feels like the millionth retread of this. supernatural is a flat circle

DEAN Because you have as much reason to want Cain off the board as anyone. Cain has a kill list, and you're on it. What do you say, Crowley? You in?

LOL okay. everyone is trying to play crowley

ROWENA You honestly believe that they're your friends, that they care about you?!

he doesn't though, does he?

SAM So... If this works and we capture Cain, then what? DEAN We'll cross that bridge when we c... If we come to it. You know last week, when I said that I would go down swinging when the time came? I meant that I was at peace with that. I just didn't realize the time would come so soon, you know, like right now. I'm scared, Sam.

so, dean got me. and maybe it's because i have trauma around it but bringing up the whole i'm ready to die thing again, i'm already feeling that little flare of panic.. but to top it off admitting it's too soon and he's scared. that smashes a lot of painful buttons. and sam didn't even have the space/time to react, we're already on to the next scene and somehow sam doesn't have cptsd triggered by this kind of talking :p not like dean didn't already have a looming death he wasn't ready for and was too soon or anything. and have it happen. and be gone for months that was presumably actually forever. SIGH. at least give him a hug, sam, jesus.

so this cain / crowley / sam thing is fun. letting crowley do something new.

cute how he sidles up right next to sam. protect me, moose. starting to see how crowley/sam is a thing

DEAN I'd be too worried about what he could do to you… Or what I could. Plus, I need you three out here to take out whatever comes out of there. And I'm serious. I mean whatever comes out.

i know nothing of how this goes down. but can imagine it's killing sam to have to stay out of it

dean getting beaten up by cain, okay. cain pushing the sam button, i'm here for it, i'm feeling the feelings (despite the music). aaand dean slices his hand off to get out of the jam he's in. and there's some very bad vfx having it twitch a little on the side. whatever emotions they had set up, that surely wiped them away with a laugh

(god WTF is up with the music in this episode it's weirder than usual. now that dean has the blade back it's like.. harpsichord? something plucky)

CROWLEY You lied to me. DEAN It's not the first time today. Cain's list ... you weren't on it.

again, surely crowley can't be that surprised?

SAM Hey, hey, hey. You did it. Dean, you did it.

did he though? that was a very offscreen death. also the collapsing into sam's arms is reminiscent of sam after stopping the trials collapsing into dean

SAM Dean's in trouble.

all right. seems like dean's lying about something, but what, who knows. hiding something cain related, or health related, or almost-a-demon anger ball, or what. is this gonna be a thing the rest of the season? that's a lot of episodes.

random observation, when i put in the episode number in the tags, you know what's most likely to be listed and say most popular or whatever? episodes castiel is in :p shocker, eh

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x14 #spn clip #spn music woes #spn musical score #robert berens #jay gruska #of course

[mmx-code-crimpphire]

Not much a Headcanon but a post about: What the Alternate Ending route, MMZ Connected Eternity, will consist of

Since I just got a comment on my recent post/chapter regarding if X and Zero's love child would survive to the MMZero era, it got me thinking I should briefly talk about it. Plus for the fact, I haven't really talked too much about Connected Eternity ever since I started making art for it. So You'll finally get to see what I have in mind for this portion of the AU~.

I do wanna touch up on it as its own mini fic at some point, so I'll try not to spoil too much.

NEW CHAPTER ON AO3

But basically, the route is just called "MMZ" not an abbreviation of "Megaman Zero". Just literally "Megaman Z". I kinda wanted that since, yes, this part of the AU does still focus more on Zero, but it still involves the darker story and Xev is way more involved like he should be, in my honest opinion.

I'll disclaim that I do appreciate Megaman Zero for what it is, I just prefer the X series more. However, that doesn't mean I'm going to demote it and point out the problems I had with it. Especially since some of my friends have heard it multiple times already and I don't need to personally beat a dead horse with how much I talked about it. So I'll just get to what I wanna add and if I'll add in a comment on something I don't like, it'll be more for trying to make sense of the purposes for movement, meaning of depth, or what just makes the most sense in general to me.

So basically, the story just consists of Elpizo Germain and rising into power. He's the one promises of a peaceful utopia, but in a way more twisted and sick point of view. I'll touch up on his backstory when I get to it, but to put it simply, his mind develops a very warped perception/reality of what peace really means. Especially when it comes to humans.

Basically, he looks down on them very lowly, and wants to kill the "useless" ones, along with any reploids that aren't just maverick, but also "useless". Pretty much, again, his own messed up view of a "perfect" world. Much like how Lumine saw it before things calmed down, but still on a much larger and very messed up and legit insane scale.

Of course, with the power he gains (dunno how that will be handled yet), he instills fear into the inhabitants of their continent of the Ageless Dominion.

This is all happening when Zero goes to sleep, and makes that decision to do so on his own instead of X doing so with him. I'll have to touch upon that briefly, so there's a time choice that affects X and Zero's future. If they sleep in a pod together to help get rid of Zero's virus, they won't be sleeping for 100 years. They'll be sleeping for less than ten. Once they wake up, all their friends are waiting for them and they have a peaceful time together. They obtain Cain's old house, get married, Zero maintains repairs to the ruins of Abel City and make it as prestigious as it once was before Sigma's initial start of his rebellion (pretty much after Day of Sigma Arc), while X officially retires so he can become an artist, but will help if Zero needs any assistance, and of course, they have a child. Although previous events may suggest something more to the latter of everything previously mentioned. But I won't spoil that~.

Anyway, if Zero insists on sleeping alone in his pod, leaving X to fight with everyone else, he sleeps for the 100 year period, and doesn't wake up again until that time has expired. He finds X is dead, but roams as a Cyber Elf, and only a select few of his friends are still alive after Elpizo's eventual deadly purge plagues the world all because of his impatience to get rid of the ones who he thinks are the most "useless". Maybe I can find a term for that that he can use for it, but I'll have to think about it.

Anyway, upon waking up, Zero realizes what's going on and pretty much everyone is upset he left them all behind, but mainly because he left X behind and it's left him distraught yet determined, and the latter got him killed. But after seeing how X isn't really all that mad with him, just happy Zero's back, they get to spend time together a little bit while Zero reconciles with his poor decision and wants to make it right.

And from then on, it's a struggle with war against the now all powerful Emperor Elpizo Germain and regaining the continent back from his clutches.

Now, I'll get into what won't be in the AU, what will stay, what will be added, and what I'm still stuck on and if those aforementioned things will work story wise.

Copy X and Dr Weil will NOT exist in the AU. I feel Copy X will be a bit redundant for what I want accomplished, and Dr Weil just doesn't fit, and I don't vibe with him as much as I do Dr Wily.

Cyber Elves will still exist, as well as the Reploid's God of Creation named Xiddall. They are the god I wanted implemented. They aren't created by man, but of data of the good wishes of Reploids within Cyberspace.

I'm still unsure about the four guardians being in it. At worst, they may not exist at all or at least make a small cameo and never be seen again. I do love the guardians, but idk what purpose they'll serve for this portion of the AU. Unless after X dies, and his soul not only gets heavy with all his love and memories of Zero, but also his soul gets broken and split into four, and thus, results in the four guardians!! Okay, so I just answered my own question on how I'll handle the guardians now lmao.

As for Elpizo, well… he's the main villain of the story. Period. No other ones take his place. I just feel he would make it all difficult for our protagonists and other characters that made it throughout the Crimpphire main story. Maybe Dr Weil will at least make a cameo and try to take Elpizo's throne, but that's about it. He won't get very far with how much he wants to achieve his goal of "perfection".

Anyway, that's pretty much the summary of what Connected Eternity would consist of, and it serves as the darker alternate route opposed to the canon good ending of Code: Crimpphire.

Hope y'all enjoyed my rambling lmao.

#vincent rambles #code crimpphire headcanons #headcanons #mmz connected eternity #mmz connected eternity related #xzero #zerox #headcanon mass post: what mmz connected eternity will consist of

[fiction-is-not-reality3]

What if tunr 2 and 3 are reincarnated versions of tunr and not their siblings? Have you seen the trope where a character kills their sibling but it’s a regular thing because their sibling will come back from the dead? (Like cain and abel in the sandman). I always like to imagine the angst that would come when they do it one day but their sibling stays dead.

So. Perhaps fir could be the one that keeps murdering tunr. The first time was a rash, impulsive decision they regretted immediately after. It was a relief when tunr came back as tunr2. Once they got over the shock, it became a habit. They keep looking at “problematic” things they’re secretly into (they justify it to themself by saying they’re just doing it so they can warn innocent minors), then killing tunr to relieve the feelings of guilt and shame. Until one day, they do the exact same thing as always, except days and days go by and tunr doesn’t come back. Fir is left feeling empty and regretful, but they can’t turn to anyone for comfort because they’re supposed to be happy. The other finr’s have probably gotten suspicious at how tunr sometimes disappears for days, but would they know it’s because of fir? Dwinr probably does, though.

And because I don’t actually like bad endings, plot twist: tunr has just been busy reading dark fics and consuming all types of problematic fiction that they didn’t notice they died XD

The fact that I'm not reading this in fic form is criminal

#finrcest

[balladofthewhitehorse]

🥺 🍦👀?

Thank you so much for the ask <3 I love recieving them. 🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? In a recent fic still in progress, for me it's when Germany and England are kissing with bruised and cracked lips. They're so tired and they know this peace is temporary, so they make most of what little moments that they have still. I just love moments of tenderness in the most ROUGH of environments; Something about kindness existing in the darkest of times, a beacon, a lighthouse guiding a sinking ship and so on and so forth. I'm a slut for such tropes. 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? Oooof, I tend to write angsty fics - but I do recall a body worship fic I wrote of England and Germany a long time ago, where they were kissing and tracing one another's scars, as well as the fact their bodies have changed a lot since the war days (such as England putting on weight). It was definately the sweetest fic I ever wrote and I might try to write it again now that my style has changed a little.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! I've got many wips, my friend! One of them is 'And Abel said to Cain' about England and Scotland, where upon it is set in the first Scottish War of Independence and England reminsces over their brotherly relationship before ultimately killing his brother who says stubbornly staring him in the eye. Another is 'Longbow' Chapter 2 where I explore Wales and England's relationship with one another; It will be set sometime after the Battle Of Hastings and maaaybe just before the 100 years war, still working it out. I also have a 9 page fic called Rocky Roads which is all about GerEng and I mentioned it in the 1st emoji ask you asked me. I also have one about the Coopers Hill cheese rolling competition which is meant to be more light-hearted and silly (considering the competiton itself is rather silly)

I also have a bunch of other fics with less defined plot-lines that are more character exploration such as Pink Floyd (England and Finland friendship fic, where they go fishing and tease one another), A Century and a bit of being an arsehole (England declaring war on France during the 100 Years war, this is more plot-lined), Better The Devil You Know (England having a breakdown after helping an old lady and being a bit startled at being called 'Kind' and 'Sweet') and By The Lamplight (England and Germany making out in an alleyway in like the 18th Century cos I have a thing for gross old repressed men making out in dank, dirty alleys and then blackmailing one another about it cos god forbid I let the Rat have a good time for once).

#hws england #aph england #hws germany #aph germany #not tagging them all since they're only fic mentions sfgsuydf #thank you so much for the ask #i appreciate it <3