#such an amazing show that didn’t really get to build a following or fandom

[rebelliousstories]

Toxic as Rads

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @silverose365

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Strong Language, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,307

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: They had not been alright for a long time. They would breakup, and then make up. A vicious cycle with no foreseeable end.

“Damnit Coop! I am so sick and tired of running in these damn circles.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be chasin’ your own bullshit.”

This had been going on for hours now. The couple had holed up in an abandoned facility that was still somehow standing after all the years, and bombs. Neither one could remember what this argument was about this time, but that is how they worked. They would fight. They would make up. And they would do it all again the next day.

It did not used to be like this though. They used to be happy, and in love.

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“Listen, I just need someone to show me the ropes. I was thrown out here and I don’t wanna die.” A feminine voice pleaded with a cowboy that was busy walking away.

“Don’t do charity cases, darlin’. Not even if they’re cute like you, Vaultie.” His voice was growing more and more distant.

“Hey! Ghoul, you want this back?” Turning back around, Cooper found that she was holding a gun, and a box of chems. Patting himself down, he found that he was missing one of his guns, and his box of chems. He marched right up to the girl with a low growl.

“Gimme that, little girl. You don’t know what that’s gonna do.” He tried to get his effects back, but what unsuccessful. Cooper tried again, and finally got them back, but she just swiped his hat off of his head while his hands were full.

“Listen here, I don’t do no damn charity cases.” The Ghoul grabbed his hat back once he had stashed his gun and chems.

“Please. I’m really good at stealing. I can get you anything you want.” She begged once more, looking close to getting on her knees.

“Anything I want?” He pressed, watching in amusement as her head nodded up and down fast.

“Alright, Vaultie. Let’s see what you’re made of.” He turned on his heel and left, smirking as the vault dweller was hot on them to follow.

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“Coop, I am tired of this shit. Can you just trust me to do a job, or do fuckin’ anything?” She screamed, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Well then maybe you should make it easy and go. Not like I expected a damn vault dweller to stay around me like a lost puppy.” He thought to himself, but did not realize that he had actually said it aloud. Cooper watched as the horror morphed into melancholy on her face. With her face, he finally realized his mistake.

“Darlin’, now I didn’t mean that. Come here.” Cooper tried to gather her in his arms, but she slipped out faster than him. She ran around the room and collected her items that were strewn about, trying to get them on faster than Cooper could get to her.

“Sweetheart, you know that’s not what I meant. I was just upset. Please let’s talk this through. No need to do anything rash.” But she had bolted out the front door before he ever got there, and ran into the night. Howard tried to follow her, but there was a reason she was good at stealing; she was also amazing at not being found. Looking out into the night sky, Cooper screamed to the heavens, although he knew no one would hear his call of despair. Retreating back into the building, he threw, kicked, and hit anything he could get his hands on. Once his rage had been exhausted, Cooper made sure he had all of his gear with him, before he set out into the night.

By day three, he was pissed. Cooper should be proud; he had trained her on how to survive in the Wasteland and avoid detection. But this was him, using his own tracking skills to track down on someone he had personally trained. The fact that she was staying a step a head was impressive and infuriating. He had followed her near a settlement; a very familiar settlement. This was the same town that he had gotten her from all those years ago. It was a little more rundown, but the structures still stood as strong as they could.

“God damnit woman.” Cooper knelt down to collect a familiar pouch that held a vintage camera with a little bit of film left. They had found it together their first year traveling together and she took every opportunity to get pictures together. He knew the negatives on that film were all of him, or of them together. Why she dropped it, he did not know. But it could not have been a good reason. Strapping it into his own pouch on his saddle bag, Cooper made his way around the town. People moved out of his way as he moved, but he could not find her there. If she came all the way back here, why was she still avoiding him?

That is when a thought came into his head. Leaving the designated town, Howard stalked along the sides, and found a house on the outskirts. This house had remained abandoned the entire time he had been coming here for some reason or another. He did not particularly care to remember why it remained empty. There was a shift of fabric that he could hear from the front door. Making his way into the house, Cooper heard the soft sniffles and quiet cries of his woman as he grew closer and closer to the bedroom.

The door was halfway open, which meant he could not have snuck up on her even if he wanted to. And the sight inside made his heart hurt. She was curled up on the bed with blankets and pillows. It looked more like a nest than a bed, but she found herself in the middle of it all.

“Go away.” Her voice was hoarse as it tried to spit out and sound meaner than she actually sounded.

“Now, I think you don’t really want that darlin’.” Cooper replied, placing his hat on the bedpost at the foot of the bed/nest situation.

“You don’t know what I want. Besides, I’m just some stupid vault dweller who follows you around like a lost puppy. Figured you’d be having a damn party with me gone.” Turning further and further away, the scratch to her voice almost made it like a growl. Howard shrugged off his duster and threw the rest of his guns, belts, and bags into a chair in the corner before encroaching upon her space. She tried to push him off, but he kept wrapping his arms around her to pull her into his chest.

“I’m sorry for what I said, darlin’. Didn’t mean what I said.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her head, and squeezed her closer while her arms dropped in defeat.

“I just don’t understand why you would say that if you didn’t mean it.” She lamented.

“Was just angry darlin’. Not at you. Just- we’ve been fightin’ a lot. We never used to and it seems every day we’re findin’ somethin’ to get pissed off about.” He replied, settling into the comfortable bed.

“I know. ‘M sorry for running. Just didn’t know how to deal with it all.” Rolling over, she tucked her face into Cooper’s chest and smushed them closer together.

“No need to apologize sweetheart,” came his response. He pressed another kiss, this time to her forehead, and started to stroke her hair.

“Oughta redden your ass though. Makin’ me chase you all over this damn desert.” Cooper teased, his gloved hand reaching down to give her rear a teasing squeeze.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Ghoul.” She teased back, snuggling in closer. They were not perfect, that was for certain. But from that point forward, they would be doing better.

#rebelliousstories #writing #cooper howard x oc #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard #cooper the ghoul howard #the ghoul x oc #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul fallout #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul #fallout imagine #fallout

[soothedcerberus]

Low key disappointed that Earthspark is gonna drop its whole season at once on Paramount+

I’m gonna have to binge it all in 1 sitting so i dont get spoiled :(( kinda hate what streaming has done to series

I sometimes miss the days where we had to wait for each episode of a cartoon. It was a nice little something to look forward to each week.  Gave us time to discuss each episode properly and get excited and theorize for the next one

#yadda yadda its over and done with in one fell swoop #give us time to breathe and savor the shownn #no build up anticiapation or discussion over each episode #reminds me of kipo #or even centaurworld #such an amazing show that didn’t really get to build a following or fandom #i’m excited but still kinda sad #like it’s totally cool if you like binging shows #there are definitely shows that are binge worthy #like there’s not any time to make fanart :((

[withdenim]

I think it’s time I introduce my doomed ancient yuri to the ninjago fandom. I’ll leave the story under the cut if anyone wants to read it 💜 it includes my Wojira backstory and why I draw Nyad as oni

Wojira is the younger, less powerful sister of firstbourne, I think. Wojira and Firstbourne we’re both chill with Oni, but Firstbourne was more Reserved about it . Like, she didn’t enforce weird rules or anything but she also . Didn’t stop her kids from being really awful.

Wojira spent more time with Oni than other Dragons. Even her kids (wind and water Dragons) were sort of weird about it. She didn’t really like the sort of power hoarding attitude of the other Dragons and decided to teach them a lesson about it.

When the first master was born she realized that Oni blood COULD bear elemental magic, and she took in two Oni kids (Nyad and her brother who I made up and haven’t named yet lmao) and gave them wind and water (separately) magic. And the other Dragons were VERY mad about this. They thought it was disgraceful.

They tried to get Firstbourne to banish her . Firstbourne refused and so her kids just all worked together to banish her instead. And sort of gave her a fucked up cursed eternal headache (in the amulets) Whoops . Nyad and her brother followed Wojira into the realm of Ninjago and tried to ease her pain for years but eventually it just sort of broke her mind and she started laying absolute waste to everything.

The FSM goes through his whole story (still figuring out details of it in my headcanons) and comes to Ninjago, desperate for a new home. And Nyad and her brother (I really need to name them DIFNDKFM) are scared of him at first. But he shows them his elemental magic and they realize he’s like them (Oni with elemental magic). And they bond over that and tell him about Wojira. The first master decides to help Nyad convince the Merlopians and Islanders to resist Wojira and hopefully bring peace to the realm.

Over several months they become good friends, and they often calm Nyad’s brother by making beautiful little worlds out of their elemental magic for him. And the FSM promises that one day Ninjago will be safe like these worlds, and they’ll all be able to live there.

And these very very lonely people have made a little family.

Of course, the Oni hunters are sent to track down the FSM, and Mystaké is the first to find them. She announces herself and demands the first master return with her. He begs to stay just long enough to make this world safe for the people there, and she reluctantly agrees when they show her the safe world they’re planning to build. It looks beautiful.

Mystaké joins their efforts, hoping to speed along the process of the first master’s return to the first realm, but she finds herself amazed by their magic and (worse) deeply fond of the little trio. She falls in love with Nyad, and starts letting herself indulge in their hopeful fantasies of a safe world where no one will find them. In this time, Nyad gives the FSM a name of his own to use when they have their safer world. Hajime.

When the preparations are as ready as they’ll ever be, the Battle of Nine Days begins. On the eighth day, Nyad’s little brother (who wasn’t even fighting) is struck near-fatally, and Nyad launches a risky attack to try and end the battle once and for all. It’s unsuccessful, but she realizes Wojira’s weak spot. Like in canon, she merges with the sea, desperate to give the others a chance at the world they’d all hoped for, and hoping that her brother could be saved if the battle ended and he could get proper help.

She knows she should kill Wojira, but she can’t bring herself to. And instead of killing her she decides to take the amulets, and send Wojira into a deep, painless sleep, hopefully eternal.

Hajime is devastated by Nyad’s death, and though Mystaké grieves her as well, she’s a lot more accustomed to death, and watches her go, surprised by the ache in her heart.

The brother lives, but passes on his element very soon after the events of the battle, sick of it’s consequence. Hajime builds the new world and appoints new masters, though he doesn’t know where the water and wind elements went (not his domain). Mystaké never even brings up the idea of taking Hajime back to the first realm again, and protects him from other hunters when she can. Hajime lives a long long time before choosing to pass on and find peace for himself. Mystake lives another thousand years, farming strange enchanted teas, occasionally a companion to Wu and Garmadon.

In Hunted, she confides in Lloyd that if or when she dies, she would like to be sunk into the sea where the battle took place (not that she tells him the story. Just the location), and Lloyd thinks it’s just some weird senile old lady talk. But when she does die at the hands of his father and the Sons of Garmadon in Hunted, Lloyd doesn’t get a chance to row her out until after March of the Oni.

She liked Lloyd. He was a lot like Hajime.

#ninjago #my art #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago mystake #mystake #ninjago nyad #Wojira #ninjago wojira #ninjago fsm #first spinjitzu master #ninjago firstbourne #firstbourne #Nyad x mystake #mystake x nyad #sacrificeshipping #/JOKE #oceanteashipping #if u have a suggestion for a name PLS leave it I love suggestions #also for Nyad’s brother #maybe fuuko #just for the continuity #but I’d love suggestions ! #thanks for reading if you got this far :)

[companionjones]

The Beginning of Us (1/5)

Pairing: 36!Joel Miller x 23!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us (could be applied to the video game or TV show)

Summary: You get new neighbours. One of them, a man very much your senior, might just be the most perfect man you have ever met. Where will this take you?

Warnings: Age gap, cursing, eventual smut

Author’s Note: Hi. Have you heard of @dbnightingale24​? If you haven’t, I highly recommend checking out her page, especially if you’re into Chris Evans and the characters that he plays. She is an amazing individual, inside and out. I would not be posting this story without her much-needed help and support. She even came up with the title! Thank you so much. Happy reading!

(1/2/3/4/5)

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What got your attention was a loud and gruff “Shit!” and the sound of a box tumbling down the staircase in your apartment building.

You got off your couch and went to your door to see what was the matter. Opening it, you saw a girl disappearing into the apartment across the hall from yours, and another girl, slightly older than the one before, following her into the same space.

“Howdy stranger! We’re your new neighbours!” The girl still within your sight let you know. She then followed in the other girl’s footsteps in disappearing behind the door in front of you.

There was a man at the end of the hall, you noticed. He had his eyes peering down the staircase, but then he turned his vision toward you. “Hello,” he greeted and started to approach you with the two boxes he was carrying, “My name’s Tommy. Sorry if we were disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” you assured. “Are you and your daughters moving in?”

Tommy smiled as he shook his head. “Oh, no. I couldn’t handle those two 24/7. Those are my brother’s girls, Sarah and Ellie. Joel?” He called down the stairs.

Leaning into the hallway, you spotted a man one flight down, putting books into a cardboard box. Seeing that Tommy already had his hands full, you went down to help the aforementioned ‘Joel.’

Apparently, he didn’t notice you until you were knelt on the floor with him, helping him gather the books. You looked up the same time as he did, and the two of you locked eyes for the first time.

Joel had the deepest brown eyes you had ever seen in your life.

You gave him a shy smile, which Joel returned quickly, and you asked, “You didn’t go down with these books, did you?”

He must’ve said no, but you didn’t hear him because you were taking notice of the books. They were all war related, more specifically World War II. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the material.

“What?” he wondered with a smirk.

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s just very on brand for a father like you to have books like these, no offence.”

Joel smiled, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I told you; nothing,” you teased.

“Right…” he chuckled, and the two of you finished gathering the books.

Moving everything in took the rest of the day, and it was night by the time everything was out of the U-Haul and into the Millers’ apartment.

“Finally!” Ellie celebrated, “Let’s have more pizza!”

Tommy groaned, “Seriously? You already had it for breakfast today.”

“Come on, I’m hungry too!” Sarah complained, and the next thing you knew, Joel was ordering over the phone.

Tommy (reluctantly) offered to pick it up, and you said you’d stay back with Joel to start on the organisation of things.

“You really don’t have to stay,” Joel told you while Tommy and the girls were on their way out.

“Really, no offence Joel, but this place is a hazardous zone. I’m going to stay until there is at least a feasible way to get from room to room.” You were glancing around the space until you looked back at Joel. He was looking at you with a soft gaze that honestly made your heart flutter.

Joel softly let you know, “Help like yours…it’s extremely hard to come by these days.”

“You get it from Tommy, right?” you wondered.

He shrugged, “I do…Really, I do, but it’s not the same. He’s my younger brother, y’know? Half the time, it feels like I’m helping him way more than he’s helping me.”

“That makes sense,” you nodded, then took a chance and pressed on, “...Is it alright if I ask what happened to the girls’ mother?”

Joel nodded, “It’s alright. It all happened some time ago…Sarah’s mother left…five years ago now…? And Ellie’s mother, well…she died in childbirth.”

“Oh my god…Joel, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.”

“It’s alright. It happened a long time ago.” Surprisingly, Joel chuckled. He was looking right at you.

You grew self-conscious. “What?”

“You didn’t say, ‘I’m sorry,’” he pointed out.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’m sor–” you tried correcting.

Joel cut you off, however. “No, it’s fine. I promise. It’s just…whenever I tell someone about the girls’ mothers, they take pity on me and say sorry. It got a little annoying after a while.”

“I would think so,” you relayed softly.

Not wanting an awkward silence after that conversation, you turned on your phone. “...Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t keep doing this work without any music. There we go.” You turned on your playlist and put your phone down on the entertainment centre.

Joel seemed surprised. “80s? Seriously?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Miller?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel old.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Joel it is.”

Tommy and the girls came back with the pizza sooner than you expected. Sarah and Ellie were whispering and giggling about something that you could tell Tommy had been over with for a while. The girls shared another look when you sat next to Joel on the couch, and Tommy just rolled his eyes at them. You tried not to think about what that could mean.

The five of you watched a movie as you ate dinner, and Tommy was quick to leave after it was over. It almost felt too quick.

The girls didn’t waste time either.

“I’m exhausted!” Sarah yawned.

Ellie joined in, “Me too. I think we’re gonna head to bed, Dad. That alright with you?”

Joel was just as taken aback as you were. “Yeah. I guess so—”

“Okay. Goodnight!”

“Thanks for coming over, Y/n!”

Sarah and Ellie almost ran to their newly-set-up rooms.

“What was that all about?” you wondered out loud to Joel.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. But it’s not all the time that Tommy is let in on their antics.”

You chuckled, “Well, anyway, I think that’s my cue to go home. Lord knows it’s late enough.”

Joel followed you out into the hallway. “I really do appreciate your help, Y/n.”

You did your best to copy him. “It really was no problem Mist--Joel,” you corrected yourself.

Joel had been leaning against his door frame, but he took a step forward, which all but closed the space between the two of you.

The movement caused you to silently gasp, and you were so shocked that you barely got a hold of yourself in time for when Joel started leaning down--

“Joel, I’m 20,” you got out just before his lips would’ve touched yours.

Of course, Joel backed up. “Oh. Oh my god. Y/n, I am so sorry for putting you in that position–”

“You didn’t put me in any position. I should’ve told you earlier–”

“When? I didn’t ask. Shit, I didn’t ask. I just assumed ‘cause you’re living alone–”

“I know. I know. You didn’t do anything wrong, Joel. Okay?” You reached out and put a hand on his arm. Then, you realised what you were doing, and took your hand away. “I-I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight.”

The last thing you saw were his shame-filled eyes as you closed your door.

(1/2/3/4/5)

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[theaawalker]

HEARTCRUSHER! [Mike Schmidt x fem!reader]

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Song Inspo: Washing Machine Heart by Mitski Word Count: 1,053 Summary: You have a terrible secret by which you confide in Chica. What happens when that secrets is revealed? Will the man of your dreams let you down gently or crush your heart? Warnings: slight slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I sighed unhappily as I sat on the edge of the show stage, swinging my legs as I pondered my thoughts. I was so lost in my mind that I didn’t notice the blonde girl approaching me until she was right in front of me.

“Hey Y/N!” I jumped at her voice and she giggled, giving me a hug.

“H-Hey Chica! Sorry for zoning out there, but I wasn’t expecting company. I thought you’d be making pizzas again.” The girl giggled and jumped up beside me, excitedly gripping onto my arm.

“Well, Mike was getting worried- he has been in the office playing card games with Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy, and every time he looked up you were just sitting here staring off into space. He wondered if it was girlie issues and asked me to come and see if you were alright.” Chica explained, wrapping an arm around me.

“W-Well, there is something wrong… I-I like someone-“ Chica squealed in delight “-But I don’t know whether they like me back.”

“Who is it?” Chica whispered, eyes wide as she gripped my hand in excitement.

“M-Mike…” I whispered, scared he’d hear me on the cameras. Chica shrieked and began jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

“OMG! OMG! OMG! THIS IS AMAZING! YOU HAVE TO ASK HIM! IF YOU TWO GET TOGETHER NOW I WILL EXPLODE! NOTHING EVER HAPPENS HERE AND NOW SOMETHING MIGHT AND OMG YOU HAVE TO ASK TO ASK HIM, I CAN’T!” She collapsed into a squealing mess on the floor, and I looked at my watch, moaning when I realized it was only three am and I’d already broken Chica.

“Chica, keep your voice down, he might hear!” I hissed, and the blonde looked up at me, eyes shining and a big smile covering her face.

“Come, you can ask him now!”

“No! I mean, what if he doesn’t like me back? Things would get really awkward around here.”

“Well, I think he does love you back. Whenever you aren’t here, he talks about you constantly. For example, you know at Christmas when you were ill? He was worried sick about you; kept pacing around and whispering about how he should be with you and helping you, not in a rotting pizzeria. So go and tell him your feelings- I’ll come with you for moral support.” I smiled weakly at my best friend and linked arms with her, walking up to the office, my nerves building with every step.

“Heya, boys!” Chica called, giving the group of males a slight wave.

“Hello, Chica! What can we do for you ladies?” Freddy greeted, standing and giving us both a kiss on our hands.

“I have something to tell Mike…” I murmured quietly, and Freddy raised his eyebrow before signaling to Foxy and Bonnie to leave. “We will leave you in peace- you seem very nervous, so it is probably a private matter.”

“Thank you, Freddy.” The bear smiled and walked out, Chica winking at me and following him out. Mike gave me a small smile as I sat down opposite him, nervously fiddling with my hands.

“What did you need to ask me?” He asked, gathering up all the cards and tidying them away.

“W-Well… C-Can I just say that I appreciate your concern, and that you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” Mike ducked his head and I saw a blush on his face; I knew he hardly ever expressed his feelings, but decided to carry on anyway. “But, I just… I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” At this sentence, Mike looked up, panic in his blue eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore. If it’s alright with you, I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend…” My voice grew quieter towards the end, but I knew Mike had heard me just fine as his eyes had widened and his mouth was hanging open.

“I… I-I…”

“You know what, forget I asked.” I muttered, standing up and moving to rush out of the office. A hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, and I was flung back, falling into Mike’s body. I was then spun around so I was facing him and before I had chance to from a coherent thought a pair of lips were on mine, a hand on the back of my head stopping me from pulling away. When I got over the shock I realized that Mike was kissing me, and I slowly closed my eyes, placing my hands on his chest and kissing back, feeling a warmth spread though my entire body. I felt Mike relax and the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair wrapped around my waist, so that our bodies were touching in every way possible. We fell into an easy rhythm and I melted against him, all sense of thought leaving my brain. When we pulled away we were both out of breath and both blushing hard.

“I love you Y/N... I have for a while, but as you know I’m not good at expressing my emotions, so I never thought I would tell you, but I do. I love you.” I smiled at his words and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

“I love you to, Mike. And I don’t care if you don’t show your love much, because that’s what makes you, well, you, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” He gave me a shy smile and kissed my forehead, both of us still intertwined in the other’s arms.

“OMG I KNEW IT! BONNIE YOU OWE ME YOUR GUITAR!”

“… God damnit Chica…” Bonnie muttered from the other door, both Mike and I jumping away from each other and seeing the other animatronics surrounding the doors.

“WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED! ABORT MISSION!” Chica shrieked, both her and Bonnie running away.

“I’m so sorry about those two… But congratulations you to! It’s about time something happened around here.” Freddy stated before walking off, leaving Mike and I embarrassed and confused.

“So… what now?” Mike asked, and I smirked.

“In the morning, you are taking me out for breakfast and we can have our first date.” I stated and Mike chuckled, pulling me in for another kiss.

“Whatever you say Doll, whatever you say.”

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[needfantasticstories]

DAY 6: YOU LIED TO ME 

[Mild on whump. Trying my hand at a Warrior’s Hyrule trope I love]

Stalls crowded the streets in Warrior’s Hyrule. People moved in unpredictable tides, going wrong ways and in eddies instead of flows.

Wind wasn’t sure how he got separated so quickly from the others. He’d only been looking at the food a little bit. One moment he was walking behind Legend, the next he realized the person ahead of him was a lady in a red tunic with blue hair, her face nearly buried in a book. 

Wind stopped in the middle of the crowd, looked around, and groaned. 

How long have I been following this lady? He searched the crowd for his brothers, but they must have been long gone by now. 

How was he supposed to find them in this crowd, anyway? He needed a crow's nest. There were stairs that led to a tall building ahead, a guard at the top. Maybe he could get up and get a better view. 

Towering turrets came into view as he rounded the corner. The castle! He didn’t even need to climb to see it. 

Wind made his way to the breathtaking structure until his path led to the gates. Off-duty guards milled around at a tavern near the entrance.

“Excuse me, um, Sir…knights? Have you seen Captain Link around? We got separated, and I really need to get back.”

“Oh!” The knight replied, handing his drink to a friend who stared at Wind as if seeing a redead. The first soldier seemed unfazed, so Wind ignored the other. “Yeah, I remember seeing you with him. I just saw him, actually. Let me send word with some messengers in case they find him first, but I saw him come this way,” the guard smiled warmly. 

“Thanks!” How cool to have a whole crew to help defend Hyrule. Wind felt a little jealous of the knights among the heroes, who didn’t have to face Ganon alone, who had skilled fighters at their back. Then again, Tetra was a one-kid army.

Wind smiled back at the soldier and sighed in relief. Thank Oshus that Warrior was probably one of the easiest Links to track down. If it had been Hyrule’s Hyrule… Wind guessed he’d probably have a pack of moblins chewing on his legs like a cuckoo wing long before ever finding the Traveler. He shivered. He’d never say it to his face, but his era was the worst era by far. Actually, he probably had said it to his face, now that he thought about it. The poor teen looked like death when he first showed up. At least the bags under his eyes had finally faded. 

He wished he could show them Outset Island, but he didn’t want Shadow opening more portals leading monsters to his home.  

The guard turned to listen to a messenger whisper something in his ear, and turned with a smile to Wind. “Excellent. He’s waiting for you at the stables.”

Warrior’s Hyrule was a dream by comparison. It had all the excitement Aryll and Tetra and the crew could want, and seas of grass he could run through for days. Traveling with the chain showed him just how amazing having more than an island to travel could be. Still, he couldn’t wait to show them what real fun looked like—sailing open seas with a full sail, conducting the wind, exploring for treasure with your crew. 

Wind followed the man away from the tavern and around a corner. 

“In here?” They came to a stable. The knight stood in the door, welcoming him inside. The stalls reeked horribly.

“Link prefers a bit of privacy. Not everyone is a fan of his,” he explained. 

Wind knew the other Links loved their big, stinky horses, so chided himself for being surprised that he’d come here. Wind had good money on a bet with Four that Warrior also had an Epona. Sky had bet that Legend had one, and Hyrule had bet on both Warrior and Wild. 

Not everyone is a fan of his. Something about the words nagged at him.

“What do you mean?” Wind asked.

“Oh, we’re big fans of the Captain, though. Happy to follow him. Just one moment. I think I see him coming…” The soldier stood on his toes to look to the far end of the stable where another set of doors stood open to another street. 

A sting on his neck and darkness closing around him showed that was a fat lie. 

He swatted at the spot and grabbed a glass vial with a tiny metal point on the end. A large hand grabbed his and held it tight, and another circled his arm and chest, pinning him. “What the…what are you doing?” he stammered. Exhaustion flooded him from the prick on his neck, weighing him down. His eyes felt heavy. But he pushed back and squirmed, trying to fight it. 

“What’s going on with this brat? Spirit normally would have seen this coming a mile away. He’s never been this easy to get the drop on…” the man holding him said.

Wind slumped against his attacker. The first soldier came closer, staring at him. 

Wind struggled to stay alert and remember who this stranger was and why he was here. He struggled to keep his head up enough to glare back.

“He’s smaller, isn’t he? Younger? Has our Dear Captain been messing with portals again? The kid probably doesn’t even know about it!” The venom in the man’s voice at Warrior’s title made Wind gut clench with anger, and if he was honest, a touch of fear. This man hated Wars. Clearly, they hated him too.

“The kid probably doesn’t even know about it”

Know about what? Wars, what didn’t you tell me? 

He huffed heavily. Had he been running? Had they chased him? Is that why he felt so tired and out of breath? No… they were liars… 

“What more damage is that monster going to cause?” a voice near his head said. They were angry. But Wind couldn't understand, couldn’t keep track of the words. Who were these people?

He was so, so tired.

#linked universe #linked universe fanfiction #skipwrites #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday6 #tw: drugging #tw: kidnapping #lu wind #no one else makes and appearance yet #I hate writing injury whump so you can expect a lot more of this type instead. #some day I'll branch out #but it is not this day

[inkdemonapologist]

what did you think of batdr?

So, grain of salt, at time of writing, I have not played or watched BatDR all the way through; I got it liveblogged to me by a friend (which honestly was an ideal experience) and then watched some cutscenes. INITIAL FEELINGS SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

When BatDR’s release date was announced, I told friends that I thought it was going to be a pretty tight balancing act – if BatDR was REALLY GOOD, it could kill the enthusiasm for the fandom; yknow, a lot of times when you get what you actually want out of a story, the fervour fades. If BatDR was REALLY BAD, I could become too embarrassed about this franchise and not enjoy playing in it anymore. It has to be the perfect balance of messy and unresolved, but not TOO sloppy or thoughtless, and unfortunately for my ability to stop thinking about it, I think it kinda nailed it. BatDR has some heartfelt and startlingly compelling ideas that it executes sort of incoherently, which makes it FASCINATING.

The joke I keep making is that it’s not a sequel, it’s not a prequel, it’s a fanfiction. And I don’t mean that as a diss – it has a fanfic off-the-rails willingness to commit to a wild, self-indulgent take and just go with it, and I think that’s great. But it’s also sort of… disconnected from the original BatIM, in a way? It doesn’t follow BatIM’s themes at all when you think about it. Conflicts and questions in the original game (the downfall of the Studio, Who Was The True Creator Of Bendy, etc.) are strangely brushed aside in this game, rather than developed or resolved. 

Which is why you get weird things like, there’s a REAL ACTUAL NEAR-PERFECT TOON BENDY wandering around, but the original BatIM characters (Joey, Henry, Sammy; people you’d expect to have some kind of big feelings about a true toon Bendy) don’t ever get to interact with him because their feelings on toon Bendy aren’t the point here. BatDR explains what the loop in BatIM was, but that’s not something you discover yourself, because the loop is obsolete now – it’s just explained briefly in order to get to the real focus of this game, Joey Drew having a daughter. Even before you get to timeline questions/possible inconsistencies, the game feels less to me like an actual sequel that builds on the previous game, and more like a neat AU with its own headcanons bouncing off of and interpreting the previous game. 

Anyway, some random specific thoughts that come to mind:

They really coulda done something with the family theme if they’d just had Wilson go ahead and say who he was early on. Why did that have to be a surprise? I don’t think saving it really added anything.

Everything about Audrey being Joey’s daughter is AMAZING and I can’t stop thinking about this. Absolutely fascinating development. Have a lot of conflicting feelings on how this was handled but THATS FOR ANOTHER POST; I really do like this, though.

"Something he had always wanted, but could never have: A family." SO JOEY'S LIKE, CANONICALLY GAY IN THE GAMES TOO NOW, RIGHT??? THAT'S PRETTY CLEAR CUT????? LIKE ITS THE MOST OBVIOUS REASON JOEY COULDNT HAVE A FAMILY BEFORE??? HES A GAY SINGLE DAD!!!!

I RLY LIKE THE DESIGNS FOR HENRY AND JOEY. I was surprised to find that the way my brain parsed them was like, they’re the designs for the BatDR AU. Like BatDR is a new fan showing off their designs for their crew, and I’m drawing fanart for their cool AU.

The Ink Demon/ Bendy stuff uh, resolved very strangely. Am very into Bendy and the Ink Demon being the same entity but wish that had been explored a little more!

I actually like Sammy’s cameo(s). I’ve always gotten the feeling that the creators of BatIM were never entirely sure what we all saw in Sammy, so if they didn’t have anything they were particularly hyped to do with him, I think cameos were the right call. The Subject 418 moment is PERFECT. NO NOTES. His 5 seconds before getting shot at the end is like, it’s silly that he died immediately and we all joke about it, but also there’s an element of OH, IM SO GLAD HE GOT TO BE HERE FOR THIS for me, too.

GENT being all OOOOO LOOK AT ALL THEIR SUPER UNETHICAL SCIENCE, LOOK HOW SINISTER THEY ARE is kinda uninteresting to me. Something like, a single audiolog going “huh, that’s weird, when GENT left for their new building, all the ink left, too….” would be way more unsettling than explicit confirmation of GENT taking over and doing lethal human experimentation. And like, idk, I feel one of the things that made BatIM compelling was that it had all these spooky tropes, but motivated by a startlingly mundane desire – people believing in a cartoon so strongly that it accidentally veers into unhinged science and dark occult worship along the way. As soon as they’re just doing normal unethical science with ambiguous motives that seem totally disconnected from the studio, it becomes kinda generic.

Nothing about Wilson is coherent, to the extent that I honestly wonder if the original plan for Wilson was different and he had to be shuffled around for some reason.

What else happened in this game….. Im glad alice got a murder party but I don’t know why she’s here. That One Scene with her and Allison feels very fanservicey but not in a bad way lmao.

Probably other stuff but I think this post is long enough!!

#batdr spoilers #batdr #we all write on the walls #i started talking about wilson and it immediately turned into two paragraphs so MAYBE I'LL COME BACK TO THAT LATER LMAO #what a wild game to exist

[ilovewebtoons]

Hii, I just wanted to rate some Webtoons I’ve read in the past.

I Love Yoo

The art is great and it used to be my favorite webtoon but after a while it starting dragging. The characters became more unlikable and unfortunately the webtoon lost its humor which I had considered its greatest charm. The issue is that chapters feel way too dense nowadays. Its a shame because I had been looking forward to see my ship develop. Reading the first ten chapters and then the last few shows how much the tone of the story has changed. The best part of the story was in my opinion the Gala arc, right after it the story took a tragic turn. But during it I interacted so much in the fandom and we made theories based on everything! It was so so much fun. I think the biggest bummer is seriously the tonal shift. 6/10

Sirens Lament

I remember reading this weekly when it had barely finished its first season. It was absolutely lovely. The art is breathtaking and the characters are beyond likable, I love them. I just want to root for them all. The ending (honestly the last few chapters) had me in tears and I was completely obsessed with the secondary couple (Tua and Pele omg). I loved it. If I had one criticism, its that after 2/3s of the story the plot started to feel a tiny bit dense at times but even then, just seeing the gorgeous artwork made up for it. 9.5/10

Lets Play

It started off fine, I loved the artstyle and was invested into the plot, and as someone who played a lot of games as a child and young teen, I loved the references to games! The sequence where Marshall began playing the game was, in my opinion, the best part of the entire story. I was reading weekly at the time and Lets play had become the webtoon I looked most forward to updating because of it. That changed once Marshall had finished the game though. What I didn’t like were the things that followed, especially the amount of sexual content. 5/10

Cursed Princess Club

This webtoon is amazing. I’ve been reading it since the day it was released and oh boy, its everything!! It has everything. Likable characters, great humor and an intriguing plot. I don’t even know what else to say. People tend to criticize the artsyle which was remastered in the physical copy, but I never had a problem with it personally. I have the least to say here because I just liked everything. Every decision the author makes, I like. And the plottwists make sense and she also builds up her plot over 100s of chapters, its crazy! Like you’ll be in chapter 100 something and she’ll call back to something said in chapter 12. And the chapters are long. I never feel robbed when spending my coins! 10/10

The four of them

Its a very refreshing webtoon. I love the characters and their development. And honestly, it never once bored me. The 4 main characters are very interesting, and you really just want them to succeed. When they mess up, instead if getting annoyed, I’d root for them to do better next time and learn from their mistakes. And after reading the comments, I can say that most felt that way. The stakes were also rather low which makes the reading experience a lot more chill than the other webtoons, a true breath of fresh air. My only criticism is that the chapter lengths vary to much, so when you’re buying a chapter w coins you take a bit of a risk of getting a shorter one that’ll be done after a minute of reading. Its an amazing story to binge though! 9/10

#webtoon #cursed princess club #the four of them #I love yoo #lets play #sirens lament

[snapewife-divorce-lawyer]

Whats your favorite Non-MLP Media?

Would it crossover well with MLP?

SPACE BATTLESHIP FUCKING YAMATO

of course the horribly americanized version i watched was called “Star Blazers”. but as an adult i have watched a sub.

now i am not nearly that old. i had a very sheltered, homeschooled childhood. so most of the tv i watched was tv from my dad’s childhood that he burned onto dvds. which meant a lot of loonytoons and fucking gijoe. and the old astroboy. not the old old astroboy, just the old one. my favorite thing we were allowed to watch was star blazers.

it’s an old as balls scifi anime. the earth gets nuked by aliens until there’s only a few million humans living underground. some different alien sends down spaceship blueprints and says if you come pick it up, i have a cool machine that will turn your planet back to normal. so humans build a spaceship out of a sunken wwii ship and travel to the other side of the galaxy fighting aliens the whole way.

it’s full of a bunch of cool spaceship fights and military porn that kinda? counts as? dieselpunk? the whole story resonates with me so awesomely. and the characters are stuck in my brain. even tho it’s a bit misogynistic. i wanted to BE the female lead. long before i knew what that meant. and they went hard with the music.

sadly, fandom spaces for this show are full of military diehards, and the sort of people who collect figurines of the characters half naked. either that or they’re just super old. so i’ve pretty much given up on having any kind of fandom experience

i do not recommend this show lol. i’ve revisited it several times and it simply is not as good as i remembered. don’t get me wrong i still love it, but i love it the way i love an aging pet who sleeps most of the day

you know what is as good as i remember it being is THE REBOOT

2199 is everything i remember the original being as a child. its so cool and fun and the characters are amazing and they fixed a lot of the misogyny. and its beautiful and the music is amazing and i love it so much and honestly yeah i do recommend this. if you like apocalypse scifi

my little pony might honestly be the first time my siblings and i were allowed to just watch tv. and of course i got a smart phone around that time too so that was the end of the TV famine. before that it really was just stuff that dad had burned on DVDs. There was like a year or two that we sort of watched Nickelodeon? But there were several shows we weren’t allowed to watch and we stopped getting cable after that year or two was over. also, there were several Disney TV shows that we could watch on the family computer like Zack and Cody and Kim Possible but I don’t think we were actually allowed to watch those? And they didn’t have all of the show online. 

Space Battleship yamato is followed closely by Nichijou, and the Homestarrunner cartoons. to which i owe the majority of my sense of humor. i recommend nichijou to anyone. it’s only one season long and its non stop quality. it’s an absurdist comedy from japan. i recommend homestarrunner, but its much harder to get started on that. there’s just so much of it and im not even fully convinced ive managed to see all of it. various factors such as the death of flash have made it hard to access. kinda like homestuck

as for how well they would crossover with my little pony, I will MAKE them crossover with my little pony. I honestly want to do more crossovers. I’ve already done Star Wars and Star Trek, but I’d like to do some more of my favorites. And even more stuff that I like. Like let’s get some girly shows on there too. I really want to do strawberry shortcake. I also think it would be fun to do kim possible or Winx club. my sibling actually designed a bunch of ponified Percy Jackson characters, and I’ve been wanting to draw those. god if i weren’t about to head to work

[lizstaysinneverland]

Last one!! I probably won't be making any more of these since I want to write for other fandoms but perhaps if inspiration hits me with a good prompt for twst I may wrote one again...

Another Halloween request from my deactivated account.

"Hey, I just saw that the askbox is open. I would like to ask for an mc who is an absolute Halloween lover and for him, Halloween is like a second Christmas. For this reason, he also wants to set up a haunted house. Please a scenario with Diasomnia!"

You and the Diasomnia squad transform the Ramshackle dorm into a Haunted House on Halloween.

“HUH??”, the four of them voiced their confusion in unison. You just told them they had to help you turn Ramshackle into a haunted house, standing before them with several bags full of binders and posters to show them all your ideas.

After you explained to them how Halloween means the world to you and hearing about the upcoming Night Raven College Halloween festival, you really wanted to contribute by turning your dorm into a haunted house, or mansion to be precise. Your excitement slowly creeping onto them, infecting everyone to a degree to be excited about this as well, wanting to help you now. You also explained that you managed to persuade Headmaster Crowley to agree to this, although he will not take any responsibility if something goes wrong. But to be honest, you didn’t expect him to and you were confident in your organization skills.

So you went into the living room to spread out the material and ideas you compiled ever since you heard of the festival. You gave your presentation of how the haunted house needs to be decorated. You will have some scarecrow at the graveyard and some spiderwebs decorating the house. The interior needs to be changed into an abandoned house again, so you will have to put fake dust in there and put all the lights away and instead change them to candles and so forth, your ideas are endless, even asking to “borrow” some students from Diasomnia to act as the undead and crazy people, scaring the visitors with bloody performances, literally and jump scares because who doesn’t love that! You also ask them to use some magic to make the eyes of the portraits following the visitors and other such stuff like playing with the light and making scary faces appear in them. Of course, you will also be there and spook the visitors.

Spending the whole day explaining the whole concept to them and asking for their opinion on what is actually possible to do and their input on things. Lilia is the most invested one, with Malleus seeing this as a great opportunity to learn more about human customs and Silver and Sebek just going along with it because of them both, they do slightly enjoy it although not admitting so.

Days later, after a lot of hard work and a LOT of frustration, where Lilia had to calm you down and unintentionally scare you with him trying to make you some feel-good food, the haunted house was set and ready to go. Admiring the view and basking in the joy of the Halloween spirit. “Huh, guess all your ideas came to fruition, but with your precise instructions and your burning passion for this project, I had no doubt about it becoming so magnificent!”, Lilia states with an amused tone.

You sprint over to welcome the first visitor, it was Malleus. “What are you doing here? You already know the ins and outs of it...”, you ask confused. He gets surprised and tells you he wanted to experience it as a visitor nonetheless and see the fruits of your hard labor firsthand. You get a bit excited, being praised by not only Lilia but Malleus as well. You know you did an amazing job but having your efforts acknowledges by others feels great. Malleus walks further into the building when Sebek comes running to you. “Have you seen Young Master??”, Sebek looks with astonishing speed through the room. “Yes, he is here as a visitor of the haunted house, he just went further in.”, showing him the direction with your hand. “AH, why didn’t you alert me?... Oh, before I forget next time do not sue the Young Lord to help you out, he has a lot to do and should not be distracted by you human...but you did a great job...”, he tells you before rushing off. You sigh, they all have such intense personalities, but you guess that is part of their charm. Suddenly you hear some noise behind you, you turn to see Silver has been sleeping sitting on the floor but somehow managed to fall sideways and making a broom fall on the floor. You have to struggle to hold in your laughter, seeing him still sleep peacefully despite the ruckus he made. You decide to wake him and ask him why he is sleeping right here. “I wanted to follow my duty of being Malleus guard but he said he needed to go in there alone and I should just wait here for him to come out. It’s really comfortable despite the creepy setting so don’t worry. But I am impressed by the work you’ve done, this place looks so different and your creativity has no limits....perhaps you could teach me sometime?”. You laugh involuntarily, telling him you appreciate the compliment but there is not much to teach him, creativity will come on its own, there is no trick to it.

Hours pass by and the clock strikes midnight, implying Halloween is now over and you all have to return to your respective dorms, you thank everyone. As you watch them leave, you can’t help but wish Halloween could be celebrated for just as long as Christmas...Looking longingly at your now empty dorm, deciding to leave the decoration be for a bit longer before walking back to your room and going to sleep.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #diasomnia #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst x reader

[siriuslysatorusimping]

I read your post about following canon vs not, and I understand all your feelings as I’ve been through them with many fandoms over the years.

I myself have had an evolving relationship with canon, in that some things I will keep close and others will diverge completely. And some will be in between. Canon is there but we’ve branched, baby. I like to think of it as extra sprinkles (unless you are creating a whole ass AU, which those are fun too but requires more cooking 🤔)

In any case, you have done such a wonderful job following canon, but also making it your own. And not just through Rinko. You show it in Gojo, in the kids particularly the Zenin bbs, and especially Nanami (I still maintain that Gege did not give us enough Nanami). So in a way you’ve been canon adjacent the whole time, adding your own sprinkles along the way (which Gojo would definitely appreciate if this was a dessert 😂)

Btw, I personally love that you’ve taken what we know about Gojo from canon (because he is one of the most complex and well written characters in the series to begin with) and you dug deeper. How he’s shouldering all this power and responsibility, when one person (no matter how powerful or god like) should NEVER have to do so alone. You’re letting him have his Ken moment where he realizes (with Rinko’s help and love) that he can just be him in spite of all the toxic expectations placed on him.

I also love what you’ve done with Nanami. He is still him, but you show the playful side of him. How deeply he cares. At the same time, it’s still true to him. He doesn’t let a lot of people get very close. Very true to canon, from his past traumas. But he does let Rinko in, and Gojo as well, just not as much as Rinko. They truly are like siblings.

I didn’t mean for this to be so long! But I really just wanted to say that you do a great job and following canon and making it your own. Your hard work definitely pays off, even if it does give you stress, I hope it makes it less stressful to know that your work is considered pretty much canon my many of your readers.

And I fully support you divergence because why prison realm their story? Let Rinko and Gojo out of the box! They have babies to make and fluffy and happiness to be had 😁

Oh gosh, this is such an amazing message, thank you so much 🥹

I've also absolutely fallen in love with the other characters, especially the Zenins and Yuuta and Toge 🥹 primarily because I got to build out their stories with Rinko so much more. It still makes my heart melt that the flashcards with Toge became a thing that I was able to keep going throughout the series. And the fact that it all fits their characters and what we know of them from canon!

Of course Yuuta would be like a fuckin big brother to Megumi in a sense, and would love food and would just fucking adore Rinko and how much she clearly loves all the kids and how much she clearly loves Gojo even if she doesn't say it out loud. And of fucking course Toge would be super touched by the fact that Rinko cares enough to understand him that she uses the flashcards he gave her 😭😭

And also, of course Gojo would fucking fall in love with her as the only person who has always seen through his facade and literally not given a single fuck that he's the strongest. On top of that, he's always known the things she does to spare his feelings. Like in (Please) Prove Me Wrong when he notes that he knows Rinko hadn't taken the teaching job in Tokyo because she didn't want to take his job even though they both knew he didn't even need it.

I JUST LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH 😭

THEY WILL HAVE A FLUFFY LIFE TOGETHER, GOSH DANGIT 😭🥹💕

thank you again for this amazing message it made my day you are wonderful 💕

#for kiko's rainy days #another level #another level asks #gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #jjk fanfic

[wolfjackle-creates]

Carry On Chapter 1

Fandom: Good Omens

AO3 Link (Locked to logged in users. I have a few invites available on a first-come-first-serve basis if anyone needs one.)

It didn't take as long to edit as I expected! Only the beginning really needed a lot of work.

Summary:

After the garden, the First Family has to find their way in the wider, more dangerous world. But Heaven and Hell aren't ready to leave them alone so Crawly and Aziraphale tag along. When Cain has the idea to sacrifice the best of his harvest to God, Abel also wishes to sacrifice the best of his lambs. God chooses Her favorite and the First Family is left to pick up the pieces as best they can.

Warnings: It's a story of Cain and Abel, discussions of family death, funerals, no happy endings in this chapter. It is critical of the Christian God and blasphemy abounds.

Word Count: 5.7k

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Crawly trailed his hands along leaves and flowers as he walked through Cain’s meticulously tended fields. Aziraphale followed a step behind, eyes up as he watched the birds and clouds.

“They’re amazing, aren’t they?” commented Crawly. “Kicked out of their home and they figured out how to make a new one.”

“Indeed. I’m glad they’ve been able to build themselves a small haven in this world.”

Crawly hummed and flexed his toes to feel the carefully tilled dirt between them. Movement up ahead caught his eyes and he grinned. “Cain! Plants behaving for you?”

“You’d better not be planning anything that’ll affect the harvest,” warned Aziraphale.

Cain ignored Aziraphale’s threat and just grinned at them. “Hey, Crawly! This might be my best harvest yet. It’s so plentiful that I want to thank God for giving all of this to us so I’m going through choosing the best of everything that’s ripe to give as a sacrifice.”

“Oh that sounds wonderful!” exclaimed Aziraphale. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve gathered so far?”

Crawly watched in shocked silence as Aziraphale and Cain talked excitedly over the chosen sacrifices until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “But She didn’t give anything to you! She took it all away. What you have is in spite of Her, not because of Her!”

“A demon like you could never understand.” Aziraphale managed to look down on him despite being in a corporation that was shorter than Crawly’s.

“No, you pompous, self-assured angels could never understand!”

Cain moved to stand between them. “Enough. Crawly, She’s God; She gave us the world. Of course She deserves a sacrifice.”

“See, foul demon, despite your attempts at corruption, the humans won’t be swayed from their love to the Almighty.”

Crawly had long experience in ignoring Aziraphale when he got all sanctimonious and continued to address Cain. “She cursed you and Abel for something your parents did!”

“She let us keep the knowledge of good and evil. She may have exiled us from the garden, but She still gave us the plants and crops and beasts and soil. She made all of this. Mama and Papa think it was worth it and Abel and I agree.”

“She didn’t make shit. We did. The angels! She just picked through for what She liked and had us put those on Earth and threw out everything else.” Some of those discarded projects had been near and dear to him. He’d either worked on them or been friends with those who had. But they’d been shoved into storage closets and closed off rooms in the Halls of Creation, never to be seen again. Even talking about them became taboo after a time.

Aziraphale shifted to glare at Crawly around Cain. “And She made all of us! Therefore, everything that exists comes from her.”

“Just because She made me doesn’t mean She gets…”

“Enough!” interrupted Cain. “As interesting as it is to watch the two of you debate, it’s pointless here. Crawly, it doesn’t matter if God made everything herself, or if She only decided what was best to put on Earth. She still gave all of this to us. And I want to thank her for it. You won’t change my mind.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever. Waste your food. No skin off my back.” He could at least send a report to Hell to say he was trying to prevent a sacrifice from making its way to God. He had no idea if it would be enough, but his position on Earth was probationary until Hell decided whether or not it was worth keeping a permanent field agent. And he wanted, more than anything, to stay on Earth.

Aziraphale couldn’t resist getting in one last word and said, “Paying homage to the Almighty could hardly be a waste.”

Crawly rolled his eyes and hissed in frustration before leaving as Cain returned to his fields. Why did God get their undying devotion after She was the one to punish them for learning? And why was learning such a big deal anyway? He sighed and pushed the thoughts from his head. He’d already spent two decades questioning it to no end.

Instead, he decided to check on Abel. Crawly let out one set of wings and launched into the air. Abel would be in the grassy plains tending his herds and it was far quicker to fly there than to walk. He flew until he was past Cain’s fields and grass spread out for leagues. There Abel sat and watched his sheep. Crawly let out a loud whistle to get the boy’s attention.

Abel looked up and waved his staff in greeting. “Crawly! Hi!”

Even after two decades with these humans, Crawly was still surprised by how they legitimately seemed to enjoy his company. No one in Hell liked each other. And while he’d had friends and siblings in Heaven, he’d been so busy that no one stopped him just because they wanted to spend time with him. Yet these humans actually wanted him around. “Abel!” Crawly landed and sprawled on the ground next to the man. “How’re the sheep today? Any of them try and kill themselves yet?” So far, Abel had lost three of the beasts when they did something stupid and died.

“No, praise the Lord—” he tipped his head back and looked to the sky, clasping his hands at the brief prayer— “they’re all doing well. Cain had the idea to give God a sacrifice and I’m going to do the same. I’m just trying to decide which of my lambs are the strongest so I can give Her the best.”

Crawly groaned and rubbed his hand down his face. “Not you, too. I was just talking to your brother. God doesn’t need your sacrifice. Dead lambs won’t help Her in any way. But you could use the wool when they’re older. And the leather. Hell, if you’d finally give in and eat meat, which I’ve told you is fine, you could even get food from them!”

“God gave us the plants for food; we don’t need to eat animals as well. And I know She doesn’t need the sacrifice. That’s why I want to give it to Her. It’s a hardship on my part to show my devotion. Everything we have is because of Her. I can at least acknowledge that.”

“Everything you have is because you worked hard.” Crawly gestured to the animals grazing around them. “You gathered and raised these beasts. You kept them alive all winter and helped them deliver their young come spring. You’ve done that. Not God. No need to give Her more credit than She’s due.”

“I know you’ve your own history with God, but you won’t be able to convince me not to do this. Mama and Papa also think it’s a good idea.”

Before Crawly could respond, Aziraphale landed next to them. “I should’ve known,” he said, glaring at the demon. “After you failed at tempting Cain, you decided to try your luck with Abel.”

Crawly hissed in frustration. “It’s not like that. I just think they need the food and wool and leather more than Her! It’s not like She can eat it or anything!”

“That’s not the point of a sacrifice,” retorted Aziraphale.

“Aziraphale’s right, Crawly,” said Abel. “A sacrifice is us giving up something that we could use in order to acknowledge everything that has been handed to us.”

Crawly sat up in frustration. “Can’t you see? She’s turned her back on you! She doesn’t deserve your devotion or sacrifice after that!” Crawly threw his hands in the air. Why did none of the humans understand it? He hated seeing them chase after Mo- God. Once, before time, he’d been just the same. He just wanted to spare them the pain of learning better the same way he did.

“You know that’s not what happened!” argued Aziraphale.

“Isssn’t it?” hissed Crawly, teeth bared. He wasn’t even sure if he was talking about Adam and Eve or the Fall anymore, but the anger boiled in his chest.

“Stop it! Both of you!” interjected Abel. “That’s enough. You know we like having both of you around, but the rules are that you’re both welcome here so long as you don’t let your enmity get out of hand.”

Aziraphale collected himself first, sure in his own righteousness. “Of course, Abel. I apologize for my part in the disagreement.”

“Disssagreement, right,” said Crawly, not holding back on the sarcasm. “Look, Abel, do what you want. But while I may be a demon, I won’t help you kill any of your lambs. Your sacrifice, your kill.”

“Of course. I’d never have expected differently.”

Crawly nodded once before opening his wings and taking off. Some time alone would help him calm down.

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Within a few days, the boys’ sacrifices were prepared. Cain spent hours agonizing over his selection until he was finally satisfied he’d selected the absolute best of his harvest. Abel spent just as much time second guessing which lamb he’d send to God.

While they were figuring out the details of their offerings, Crawly and Aziraphale had agreed to a truce. Temporary, as Aziraphale constantly felt the need to add. Their constant bickering about God’s nature and goodness had escalated until Eve was forced to set an ultimatum: get along or they both would be sent away until after the sacrifices had been completed.

Cain and Abel had decided on giving the sacrifices atop a tall hill near their home. Crawly sat on the ground close enough he could see the foolish men, but not near enough to hear them. A quiet cough by his shoulder got his attention and he looked over to see Eve. He nodded in greeting, but didn’t say anything.

“They’re nearly done.”

Crawly stood languidly and cracked his spine. “Then I’ll be gone. Can you make sure I’ve got at least five minutes to get away? I’d like to be far enough that Moth… That She won’t notice my presence. Or at least won’t bother to seek me out.”

Eve grinned. “You’ll have more than that. By almost done, I expect it to take another half hour or so. But you’ve been clear about your plans so I wanted to warn you.”

“Appreciate it.” With a last wave, he released a pair of wings and flew off. He was planning on hiding out in a small corpse of trees somewhat close by. As soon as he set down, he began pacing among the trees. This would be the closest he’d been to Her since before his Fall.

“Pull yourself together, it’ll be fine. The Humans are her favorite, remember.”

He continued to pace, unable to stop moving, until a prickly sensation on the wrong side of painful crawled over his skin—it felt like he was walking through brambles. The boys must’ve finally summoned Her to give their offerings. He grit his teeth against the pain and transformed into his snake form, hoping his scales would offer some protection against the Holiness infusing the air.

It didn’t help and he burrowed under the surrounding vegetation, trying to put as much of a physical barrier between them as he could. The sensation eased up somewhat, but it was still an extremely uncomfortable wait. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, the sensation faded.

He gave himself a minute to catch his breath and make sure She wouldn’t return before moving from his hiding place and transforming back into a human corporation. He brushed off any leaves that dared cling to him and launched into the air to return to the First Family.

When he got to the site of the sacrifice, however, he knew something had gone wrong. Eve was wrapped in Adam’s arms and crying into his chest and Aziraphale was looking on, wringing his hands and trying to offer consolations he clearly didn’t understand or believe.

Crawly landed. “What happened?”

Adam looked over and twitched his lips up in a mirthless smile in greeting. “God accepted Abel’s sacrifice, but refused Cain’s. Then chastised him for being upset. Cain ran off and Abel followed him.”

Crawly let out an angry hiss but didn’t say anything. “What direction did they go? I’ll talk to Cain.”

Adam pointed and Crawly made to follow, but Aziraphale spoke before he could. “I should go with you. Reassure both of them of Heaven’s good will.”

Crawly shook his head. “Absolutely not. That’ll only upset Cain more. As someone She’s already turned her back on, I’ll be the best one to talk to him. He might be more receptive to your messages tomorrow or next week.”

“I suppose you’re right. But you better not use this as an excuse to get him to turn on the Almighty completely!”

“Relax, Angel, I’m just going to make sure he’s okay.” He didn’t wait for any further delays and immediately took back to the skies and flew in the direction Adam indicated.

It wasn’t long before he saw the two. They were standing near the edge of Cain’s fields. It looked like Cain had tried to destroy part of his harvest before Abel got to him, but now he was leaving the plants alone in favor of arguing with his brother. Crawly couldn’t hear more than indistinct shouting. But then Cain shoving Abel who fell backwards Crawly pushed himself faster.

Abel didn’t move and a moment later Cain was kneeling by his side.

“What happened?” Crawly yelled as soon as he was in range.

Cain was too busy crying to his brother to respond. “Abel! Abel, please get up! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Crawly was finally close enough to see. When Cain had pushed his brother, Abel hit his head on a rock. Blood gushed from the wound. “Back up! Let me look!”

Crawly might have been a fixture in the Halls of Creation, but he’d been made a Healer first and foremost. He’d be able to fix anything so long as Abel wasn’t yet dead. Placing his hands on either side of Abel’s head, he sank his power into the man’s body to see what was wrong: a fractured skull and bleeding in the brain. He muttered a curse and directed his power to repair the blood vessels and bone.

Only for the stench of burning flesh to fill the air. Cain threw up, and Crawly gagged before he managed to turn off his olfactory nerves.

And then he was aware of another near them. Not Aziraphale or any of the humans, but Azrael, the angel of death. Crawly looked up, Azrael was cloaked in their dark robed, hood pulled over their head and face obscured except for burning lights where the eyes would be on a human.

“Please, don’t,” begged Crawly.

Azrael waved one bone-white hand and time slowed to a stop. “You know it’s not my choice, Raph-”

“Don’t call me that! It’s Crawly now.”

“That name doesn’t suit you, brother.” Azrael lowered their hood, revealing pale skin and black eyes, the opposite appearance of their hooded self.

Crawly shrugged. “It’s the only one I have anymore. Please, don’t take Abel. He doesn’t deserve to die. Not yet.”

“Most who have come to me don’t. But we don’t make that choice.”

“What went wrong? Why wasn’t I able to heal him?”

Azrael’s head dipped in their brother’s direction and they laid a hand on his shoulder. Their expression was regretful. “Demons can’t heal.”

Crawly stared at them gaping for a moment. “No. No! That’s not! I can’t…? No. Please…” he begged.

Azrael knelt besides Crawly and pulled him into a hug. Crawly grasped him back and tried not to sob into his sibling’s shoulder. But they could only put off the inevitable for so long. Azrael pulled away. “I’m sorry,” they whispered as they reached beyond Crawly to gather Abel’s soul.

And then both were gone and time restarted around them. Abel was dead.

Crawly pulled away from the body, his wings limp in the dirt, and stared at his blood covered hands. Was it true? Would he truly never be able to heal again? Just because he dared to question Her plans? Because he expected Her to be more just and kind?

Cain was back at his brother’s side, grasping Abel’s hand. “No. Please. Please wake up. Abel. I love you. I’m sorry. Please. Get up. Get up!”

Crawly felt numb but shook himself. Cain was still alive and that took priority. He wiped his hands on his robes and rested one on the man’s shoulder. “Cain. Let go. He can’t hear you. He’s gone.”

“No! No! He can’t be! He’ll wake up! He has to! He has to…” His pleading tapered off into sobbing and Crawly tried to pull him in for a hug when divinity filled the air for the second time that day.

Crawly screamed in pain as he crawled backwards, trying to get away from the overwhelming sense of Holiness.

“Where is your brother Abel?” asked God.

Crawly screamed louder and slammed his hands over his ears at Her voice; blood and black ichor leaked over his fingers and all he could hear was ringing. It seemed an eternity before She withdrew. Crawly had collapsed in the dirt and was gasping for air as the world around him slowly came back into focus. He closed his eyes and tried to figure out if his ears were permanently damaged or not, but already sounds from the world around were starting to filter in. The first thing he could recognize was Cain’s cries.

Crawly ground his teeth and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, still breathing hard. It took a monumental effort, but he managed to get himself upright, wiped his hands clean on his robes again, and stumbled his way over to Cain. “Cain, what did She say? Her voice… It hurt. I couldn’t listen.” He collapsed back to his knees behind the man.

Cain had his knees pulled up and his face hidden in them, though he was clearly still crying. Crawly reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and the man jerked away. Crawly yanked his hand back. Cain tried to catch his breath. “She… I’m banished. C-can never come b-back.”

Crawly hissed, his incisors lengthening somewhat. Banishment. Of course. She was predictable. Banish the bad angels. Banish the humans from the garden. Banish Cain. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists to stop them shaking. “Cain…” he started, but he had no idea how to finish the sentence.

Cain shook his head. “I can’t grow plants anymore. And I have to wander for the rest of my life. No one will be able to kill me.”

Crawly felt his fangs lengthen and scales manifest over his back and down his arms and legs. He hissed again. So She had gotten more creative this time. Cain flinched at his hissing, and Crawly forced himself to stop. He closed his eyes and focused until his incisors shrank to just barely larger than a human’s and his tongue widened and the tip merged. He forced the scales back until none extended past the edges of his robes. “Sorry,” it took every bit of restraint he’d learned in Hell to keep the ‘s’ short. “It’s not right or fair what She’s doing.”

Cain was shaking back and forth. “No, it is. I k- I killed Abel. I’ll never make up for that. I don’t even know how. He’s my brother. Was. Was my brother. Wh-where do I even go from here? What do I do? Mom and dad. How can I face them again?”

Crawly opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He had nothing to say to that. Instead, he reached for the distraught man and pulled him close. Cain fisted his hands in his robes as sobs overtook him once more.

He was just starting to get himself under control when Crawly saw Adam, Eve, and Aziraphale approaching. Cain must have noticed some change in the demon because he looked up. His dark skin took on a yellowish tint and his eyes went wide. He backed away from Crawly and turned around so he wouldn’t have to see his parents.

And that was when Adam and Eve must have noticed Abel, because they started sprinting towards the group and Crawly could hear their distressed cries. Both fell to their knees by their son’s body, and Eve gripped Abel’s hand. “Abel? Abel! Wake up!”

Adam wrapped his hands around his wife, already crying. He closed his eyes and tucked his face into her neck, shoulders shaking. Aziraphale stood behind them, his hands over his mouth and eyes wide.

“What happened?” asked the angel.

Eve stopped begging Abel to wake up and she and Adam looked up at Crawly, silently begging him to make it better.

Haltingly, Crawly explained. “They were arguing when I approached. Cain, he pushed Abel. Not hard or viciously. But when Abel fell, he… He hit his head. I was too late to stop the injury, but I knew I could…” His throat tightened and he couldn’t look at Adam or Eve anymore. He looked at grass by his knees, eyes unfocused. “I should’ve been able to heal him. I tried, but it… I can’t… It didn’t work. I couldn’t save him. Then God came. I couldn’t hear Her voice. It… hurt. Cain said. He said She banished him. And cursed him to wander for the rest of his days. And he’ll never be able to farm again.”

Eve broke down into loud sobs at the end of his story. “No, no! Not my sons. Not both of them! Lord, please!” she begged through her tears. Adam hugged her close to him, crying himself. Their grief left an acrid taste in the back of Crawly’s mouth.

Aziraphale was silently crying as well. “Did you… Did you really try and heal him?” he asked Crawly.

Crawly looked up, confused. He couldn’t make out what Aziraphale’s expression meant. Grief, of course, but something else was there, too. “Yeah, of course. Back before… Well, I used to be good at it.”

“I see…” said Aziraphale.

At that moment, Eve broke free from her husband’s arms and rushed to Cain, hugging him tightly from behind. “Please don’t leave. Don’t go.”

Cain just seemed to curl even further in on himself and didn’t respond to his mother’s pleas. Crawly glared at the sky. This was all Her fault. She didn’t have to do any of this. But he didn’t say anything. Nothing would change and it wouldn’t make any of the humans feel better.

Eve was still talking to her son. “I-I’ll make you a bag. Blankets, food, tools. Everything you could need.” She turned to Crawly. “Will you go with him? Please? I can’t… I can’t lose him, too.”

Crawly was already nodding. “I was planning on it. I’ll stay by his side; I promise.”

Aziraphale startled at his statement at stared at him, mouth open. Crawly ignored him. He had no idea what was going on with the angel and now was not the time to try and figure it out.

Adam, still crying, hugged Crawly. “Thank you.”

Eve looked over to Crawly and Aziraphale, still holding onto her remaining son. “How long before he has to leave?”

Crawly shrugged. “She didn’t say.”

Aziraphale worried at his lip. “Likely by nightfall. That was the order for you and Adam at Eden.”

“If you’ll allow it, I’d like to see Abel’s funeral,” said Cain, voice tight with grief and tears.

“Yes, of course you’ll see it,” said Adam as if the idea of anything different was impossible. “Come, we’ll dig the grave together. I think he’d like to be buried in his pastures among his sheep.”

“I’ll help you,” Aziraphale said as he followed them.

Cain stood, hugged his mother, and started walking in the direction of the pastures without another word. Aziraphale collected the body, turning down any assistance from Adam, and they followed Cain.

Eve looked at Crawly, “Will you help me gather the things he’ll need? I want to give him as much as we can.”

“Of course.”

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Eve packed and unpacked the bag a dozen times over the next two hours. Crawly tried to help guess what would be most useful for him and Cain. He also made sure the bag would remain light and could hold more than physics should’ve allowed.

At one point, she spotted her bone flute. Adam had carved it for her shortly after they’d left the garden and its music had comforted the First Family for many nights. “Will you take this? And play it for him? So he can remember us and know how much we love him?”

Crawly gently took it from her hands. “I’d be honored to.”

She nodded and returned to packing. It wasn’t until Aziraphale returned to announce the grave was dug and it was time for the funeral for her to admit she’d done all she could.

They started walking towards the designated place and it took a few moments for Crawly to realize Eve wasn’t following. He stopped and looked back to see her frozen to the spot, face pale, and clutching Cain’s bag tightly to her chest.

“I can’t. I can’t go. He’s my son. How can I bury him?”

Aziraphale tried to placate her. “My dear girl, I know it’s hard…”

Crawly, however, just walked over and pulled her into a hug and let her cry into his chest again. “Cain needs you, Eve. Be strong for just another hour or two. Cain needs to know you’ll be okay and once he and I leave, then you can fall apart. Can you do that? Just an hour or two?”

She tried to catch her breath and nodded before loosening her grip and taking a step back. Her face was determined. “Two hours. Yes. I can do that. For Cain.”

Crawly kept his arm around her shoulders as the three made a silent trek to the pasture where Abel was to be buried. Once there, Eve left Crawly’s embrace in favor of her husband and son. Cain stood between his parents as all three cried and leaned on each other.

Aziraphale used a miracle to gently lower Abel’s body into the earth and spoke the eulogy. Neither Adam nor Eve was collected enough to speak and Cain apparently hadn’t spoken a word since asking to be present for the funeral.

In what seemed like no time at all, they were filling the grave back in with dirt. Adam and Eve were telling Abel how much they loved him and would miss him with each handful. Crawly thought he could read apologies on Cain’s lips, but if he spoke aloud, the words were too quiet to be heard. Crawly whispered his own apologies into the grave for his part in the incident. Aziraphale worked in silence.

And then it was all over. As some time still remained before dusk, Crawly and Aziraphale walked a short distance away to give the family some privacy in their last hour together.

“Why did you try to heal him?” asked Aziraphale as they observed the tableau of grief.

“What? I can’t like people just because I’m a demon? I’ve known Abel practically since his birth. I didn’t want him to die.”

“But I can’t imagine Hell would’ve been happy if you’d succeeded.”

Crawly waved a hand in the air. “I would’ve figured something out.”

Aziraphale hummed and Crawly wasn’t sure if he believed him or not. Crawly wasn’t sure if he believed himself either, to be fair. Hell wasn’t big on good deeds.

“Why didn’t She accept Cain’s sacrifice anyway? No one’s said.”

“It seems, as they were presented together, She considered them to be an either-or sacrifice. And Abel’s was more pleasing to Her.”

Crawly’s mouth fell open. “But that makes no sense!”

Aziraphale shrugged. “It is not for us to question the Almighty. I believe you should know that much.”

“She’s a conceited, demanding, mercurial slave-driver who needs to take a step back and think about other people from time to time.”

“How can you say something like that?” demanded Aziraphale, scandalized. “She’s all that is good and just in the universe.”

Crawly scoffed. “Hardly. That’s just a mask she wears to make the angels, and humans now, I guess, do what she says.”

“Well, if that’s how you feel, it’s no wonder She made you Fall.”

Crawly remembered the flash of a sword and the hard shove that preceded an endless Fall and snorted. Her actions may have pushed him away, but She wasn’t responsible for that final push.

Crawly sighed and rested his head in his hands. The scent of burning flesh still clung to the back of his nose and the grief of Abel’s death was too near to want to argue any more. Aziraphale must’ve felt similarly as he made a noise of resignation and settled down with him. The sun made it’s way closer to the horizon. When the shadows were long, the two supernatural beings got up together and made their way to the family.

“It’s time, Cain,” said Crawly, solemnly.

The man let out a sob and hugged his parents tightly before slowly moving away.

“Stay safe,” said Adam.

“Be happy,” added Eve.

Cain said nothing but his gaze lingered on his parents before he turned away and walked into the unknown, Crawly following a step behind.

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Cain kept walking well past dark. If he tripped or fell, he just pushed himself up and kept walking. He never uttered a single word.

After a few hours, Crawly tried to pass him a waterskin. “Why don’t you have a drink?”

The man ignored it and kept walking.

“Are you hungry? I’ve got plenty of food for you.”

Again, no response.

Crawly could taste the despair wafting off the man and his determined silence was unnerving. Cain was always such a talkative person. Even as a baby, he’d babble at anything that caught his eye. Never had he been silent for more than an hour unless he was sleeping. Even when he was alone working the fields he’d be singing or talking to the plants or something. But now Crawly would be surprised if he’d said more than a few dozen words since God laid down his punishment. “It’s gotten late. We can’t even see where we’re going. Why don’t we settle down here and we can continue in the morning once the sun’s up?”

Cain continued to ignore him, but a few steps later tripped again and fell to his hands and knees. A sob escaped him and suddenly he was crying uncontrollably. Crawly took a blanket out of the bag he was carrying and draped it over the man’s back.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know,” Crawly said. It was his fault he’d been unable to heal Abel. Cain had barely been around two and a half decades. Lucifer acted more rashly and he’d been the second oldest angel after Azrael.

Cain let out a hysterical laugh. “Whose was it, then?”

“It was an acc—”

“No! I did it! Me! I k… I killed him! My brother! Abel! We’ll nev… Never race or swim in the lake or anything ever again. And its my fault!” He lost his breath in sobs again as he curled up on the ground beneath the blanket.

Crawly really could think of nothing to say to that. Abruptly, he spun on his feet and stomped away from the man. A quick flick of his fingers ensured Cain wouldn’t hear him and he let out a wordless scream and punched a tree. Then he did it again. Over and over until he could feel the blood run down his arms. He collapsed to the ground and held his head in his hands, breathing harshly. He couldn’t fall apart. Cain needed him.

A thump sounded next to him and he looked over to see a stone tablet. A message from Hell. With trembling fingers, he picked it up.

To the demon Crawly, Your efforts to sow discord among the First Family have been noted. Our Lord is very impressed with the results of your labors. We look forward to the day the First Murderer joins our ranks and are already preparing his welcome. Due to your successes in Eden and with Cain, Our Lord has decided to grant your request and has made your position on Earth a permanent one. Continue to promote Hell’s interests or you will be recalled and punished accordingly. Keep up the evil work. Hail Satan, Beelzebub

Crawly stared at the tablet. He scrambled back to his feet, gripping it tightly, and frantically looked around. There! He rushed over to where he could see a boulder sticking up out of the ground and slammed the tablet into the stone. It started to crumble. He repeated the action again and again until he was holding nothing but gravel.

He screamed wordlessly again. “Why did You let this happen?!” he shouted to the sky. “Do You realize how hard Cain worked to get You the best of his harvest? He sacrificed enough food to last them a week! And he did it unprompted! You didn’t ask for it! He did it because he loved You! You could have accepted both offerings. But no, You always have to have Your favorites! Well this time playing those games killed Your favorite! Are You happy now? Cain was upset and pushed his brother. So fucking what?! He wasn’t trying to kill Abel! Anyone could see it was an accident! And if you hadn’t taken my powers away from me I could have fixed him!” His voice broke on the last word. In barely a whisper, he repeated, “I could’ve fixed him.”

Crawly fell to his hands and knees and choked on a sob. Pieces of gravel fell from his hands as he clenched them into fists. His eyes burned, but he bit his tongue and didn’t let a single tear fall.

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And that's the end of chapter 1! I'll share chapter 2 in a week. Let me know what you think. This one hit me hard as I wrote it, so I can only hope it holds up as a reader.

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Chapter 1056 — Cross Guild

The slice-of-life wind-down when and arc is nearing its end is really nice. It’s lovely to just… see the interactions, follow the banter, laugh at how stupid Kid and Luffy are being and maybe drool a bit over Law. Gnrk.

I’m also really enjoying the cover story! Katakuri and Oven to the rescue of WCI! Wonder how it’ll pan out? The lesser minions were of no consequence for Germa; how about one commander and one high-ranking minister? The brothers are looking somewhat intimidated while Reiju floats away.

Not looking good for Raizo and Shinobu! Luckily enough, they have the Mink Wundermedischine available. No, I’m not salty over that particular cop-out. Nor Chopper’s robbed medical glory. Not at all.

(Fun fact: both’s proportions are down to more normal-human now. Will it hold?)

One thing I’ve really enjoyed these past chapters is the lightheartedness. All the anger and destruction from the fight is gone, leaving us with the humour and (bad) jokes that really make One Piece shine. Like Carrot…

A few things:

The “Wait, what?” here is amazing.

And then. The difficult question. Carrot’s future.

I appreciate the symbolism of Nekomamushi and Inuarashi finding each other after 20 years and leaving a unified Zou in the care of someone young, who, like them, has seen something of the world.

As far as we know, not many Minks have left Zou: there’s Dog and Cat, Pedro and Zepo’s pirate crew (which got annihilated as far as I understood their flashback), Bepo who left to look for Zepo and then… nothing, until Carrot. When Nekomamushi and Inuarashi left and Oden returned, the exchange also gave the impression that what they had done had been different and unexpected – and they didn’t really know a thing about sailing or the sea, as evidenced by their shipwreck on Wano. Having a ruler who’s been out there is a good call.

And I like the statement that you don’t have to be the strongest to be the leader, or the oldest. It’s fine to trust someone stronger there to help you protect, while you lead.

And then they go and spoil it by referencing Pedro’s spirit. Pedro, who wanted to leave with Roger. Pedro, who left to be a pirate. Pedro, who came back a failure (in his own eyes). Pedro, who left Zou once more and sacrifice himself for the dawn of the world. What exactly is the spirit to carry here?

I expect Carrot and the Minks to show up at the final battle to support Luffy.

Speaking of Luffy…

Character interactions are gold in this chapter. “You want this terrible weapon of mass destruction which the biggest players in the world are desperately looking for?”, “Nope, I’ll do it without any perks.” Not sure about having Usopp asleep: it’d be nice to see what his attitude would be! Would he agree with Luffy or try to get them to use the weapon to get to Laugh Tale sooner / safer? Has he grown into a brave warrior of the seas yet?

I’m confused, however, I thought Pluton was a different one from the battle ship? After a quick check on the One Piece fandom wiki, I stand corrected: “Pluton is one of the three Ancient Weapons, alongside Poseidon and Uranus. Pluton is a highly advanced warship capable of mass destruction, labelled the World's Worst Battleship (世界最悪の戦艦 Sekai Saiaku no Senkan) […] The battleship is said to be capable of destroying whole islands in a single shot” (One Piece wiki, Pluton). Furthermore, what I hadn’t realised but which is obvious in hindsight, is that “because the blueprints remained in existence even after the ship was built, whoever possessed the blueprints to the vessel would have the potential to build a fleet of vessels with the same destructive abilities as each other.“ (One Piece wiki, Pluton). Duh.

If I have things right, then: The original warship called Pluton was built during the void century. It is Used For a Purpose and left in Wano, where walls are erected, submerging it through the centuries. The Kozuki clan makes the poneglyphs. The Nefertari family declines Celestial Dragon-status in Mariejois, staying in Alabasta instead. The Kozuki clan leaves a Poneglyph in Alabasta, telling future Nefertari descendants where to find the weaponized ship.

Now I’m on board again.

I wonder if Robin took Franky down there to look at the ship, since he had the blueprints for so long?

(Spolier alert: Raizo and Shinobu’s transformations held)

In a way I really like that Shinobu’s attitude hasn’t changed. She’s always been an alluring, mature lady. I don’t know what to think about her glow-up, though, nor her comments regarding it. To be continued.

And Otama is so cute! I really hope we get to see a post-script when One Piece is finished, when they sail around some more and she joins their ship for reals :)

And Nami! With clothes! Somewhat coutnered by Shinobu’s outfit, but I’ll take what I can get!

Caribou is still creepy AF. Who is he talking about? He’s been stuck on Wano since he defended the Old Lady With The Pies in his cover story, and as far as we know, before that, he was just a rookie in the Grand Line? Has he teamed up with Apoo, selling stories to Morgans?

Also, have a Kin-compilation, since he’s just so sweet (and trademark-ignorant) this chapter:

And then, the highlight of this whole sequence of chapters:

CAPTAIN TRIO! And happy Bepo in the background.

But just look! Look at them! Kid, being all serious with his hand on his leg, arguing with Luffy, squatting on a crate to have the dream of a chance to be on the same level as Kid and…

…Law. Oooooh, yesssssss. I didn’t know how much I needed Law in a tank top. Fan artists rejoice! The dude knows how to do his fanservice.

Sad to hear Law thinking the alliance is over, but it’ll be interesting to see where they end up!

And seeing that brain in action is just… gnrk.

To get back to the matter at hand, which is chapter analysis: I do question Law’s comment about north-east being the most direct route. Direct to where?

However, one thing I didn’t think of but someone on Reddit pointed out, was that Luffy basically has the position of Laugh Tale.

If we look at who has what Lode Ponegplyhs, we get…

Kid: Big Mom + Kaido

Law: Kaido + Zou

Luffy: Kaido + Zou + Big Mom

Luffy’s Ponegplyhs give us a triangle. If we consider the islands the Poneglyph’s identify as poins of a triangle, regardless of where the fourth island is, Laugh tale will be somewhere on the sides of the triangle.

Of course, you can’t just sail the Grand Line, even less the New World, without a log pose, a lot of luck and an amazing navigator, but since Luffy has all three (Laugh Tale isn’t available on the log pose, otherwise everyone could just stroll up there: that’s why you need the Lode Ponegplyhs) he could, in theory, just brute force the triangle and find the One Piece that way.

He won’t, obviously, since he’s all about that adventure, but Nami and Usopp probably would. Ooo, nice fanfic idea! Nami and Usopp, plotting to get Luffy to sail along the triangle route, just to avoid capturing the fourth Ponegplyh which is probably in the hands of Blackbeard or someone similar?

And speaking of Blackbeard, Luffy, and other yonkos…

I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE STORY BEHIND THIS ONE.

Mihawk and Crocoboy working under Buggy? Not a snowball’s chance in Hell. Is it like Mr.3 and Alvida, working with him and letting him be the front figure? The best crack theory so far: Croc and Mihawk are with buggy because they lost a Davy Back fight.

Character. Interactions. Are. Gold.

Nice little establishing shot of Zoro, going all ‘Nnnnnnnoooooo…’, while Law puts that overly analytical brain to use: with the information he has, it is a logical conclusion to draw. And then there’s Luffy debunking any and all skills Buggy has and Kid who focuses on the matter at hand, in other words, what the Cross Guild (will see with official translation if that’s the true name) is actually doing, not who’s in it.

But really nice idea with the ‘bounties for marines’-thing! Did not expect that! And will this affect a certain Wanted-poster fan creation-event, I wonder… now that marines also, by canon, can have wanted posters ;)

And Law. Oh, my heart. You honourable bastard, you.

We’ll have to see how the official translation puts it, but still: who is it? Sabo? Aokiji? Marko? Blackbeard?

Law is all dark and broody – is it Doflamingo, out from Impel Down? He was burned when young, after all.

Robin looks surprised: does she know who it is or did she figure it out when she saw Law’s reaction?

COME ON KID, TELL US ALREADY.

Yamato for nakama is gaining momentum.

I don’t really have an opinion, one way or the other: I like him as a character and have no objections to him joining. I do share the worry that the crew is getting too big to focus properly on all members, which has been a problem in the fights lately. However: the story is less about the individual crew members and more about the world changing now (or has actually been since they entered the New World), which justifies less of a focus on their development and more on what’s happening around them instead.

But it is still annoying to be left in the dark with character development. The biggest pain is Chopper. I really expected him to be able to cure SMILE when Wano was over, but maybe that’s something he has to work with Vegapunk on?

(And speaking of Vegapunk: wouldn’t it be hilarious if Kid’s route takes him to Vegapunk’s location and he kidnaps him or something similar? Etymology of ‘Vega’: (1) brightes star in the Lyra constellation; (2) an extensive, fertile, grass-covered plain or tract of land.)

I’m guessing we’ll get some sort of flashback to Zoro’s family ties, hinted at in SBS and the story proper, as well as something on him visiting Ryumas grave, as he wished.

Lighthearted fun! I give it three different routes to follow and a million bonus points for tank top-Law.

Serious thoughts re. the whole:

Both in terms of story-telling and art, the latest chapters looks almost like a second draft, but not yet the final creation. Some really weird decisions were made regarding character development and the art looks more and more rushed, the detailed backgrounds the only clean thing the eye can rest on while the characters and moving parts are rushed and sketchy, especially in the larger panels with a lot of them (see panel with Raizo and Shinobu for example).

I realize some of the issues with art might have to do with scanlation quality, but I usually read through the official as well (support it as well, guys!) and the same things are noticeable there. It’s hard to say if it’s the length of Wano dragging Oda down, the length of One Piece finally taking its toll or the million other projects he has rolling (film RED, Netflix live action, planning the final saga, etc.), but the lack of focus is really showing.

#one piece #ch 1056 #opspoilers #one piece spoilers #nin reads one piece

[arlaina28]

The Girlfriend Experience- First Meeting-V’s Version

Fandom-BTS

Relationship- V/Reader

Rated- PG

“Hi.” I say before introducing myself.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung.” He smiles, looking a little shy.

He takes my suitcase from me and gestures for me to enter the building.

“I’ll show you to your room.” He smiles, his voice surprisingly deep.

“Thank you.” I smile, looking around.

He leads me upstairs and shows me to a room that is sparcely furnished.

“You can decorate it as you want.” He says, still looking shy.

“Great.” I hum, looking around as he sets my case down on the bed.

“Do you want breakfast? We’ve already had it but I’m sure Jin or Suga or JK won’t mind making you something?” He says, leaning against the door frame in a way that is strangely attractive.

“I had breakfast but thank you.” I smile at him, finding myself drawn to the way his eyes seem to see into my soul.

“Okay well you can just hang out here or you can sit in on our practice?” He asks, standing back up and catching a pomeranian as it comes running towards him.

“I’d love to watch you practice, if it’s okay?” I reply softly, smiling at the little dog.

“Sure.” He nods, stroking the dog as it licks his face.

“Is it yours?” I ask, gesturing to the dog.

“Yes he is. He’s Yeontan. Do you like dogs?” He asks me, suddenly looking very serious.

“I love dogs and Pomeranians are so cute!” I coo, stepping close and reaching out a hand to stroke the pup.

“Good.” Taehyung answers, looking happier now.

I get the feeling that our arrangement would’ve been cut very short if I didn’t like dogs and I find myself drawn to this as I would feel the same too. He smiles and gestures with his head for me to follow him. I follow behind him, still looking around as I walk. He leads me to a dance studio that’s in the building and I sit in a corner so I’m out of the way.

I settle down to watch him practice his dance moves with Jimin and I’m amazed at the way they move. At some point Yeontan comes and curls up in my lap and I smile as I stroke him. I watch Taehyung as he goes through the moves again and again. He acts as if he’s not taking practice seriously but I can tell he actually is. He has a little crease in his forehead as he goes through the steps again and again. He’s really focusing and I can’t help but smile at the way his face changes with the steps.

After a few hours, we’re called for lunch. Tae comes over to me and smiles at the sight of his dog in my lap. He picks Yeontan up and wipes the sweat from his face and neck with a towel. I stand up and stretch before following him to the dining room. He puts Yeontan down and pulls a chair out for me. I take it, thanking him. He smiles at me and sits down. The food is delicious and I watch as the members all interact together. They really are like brothers.

“I’m going to my room. You can do whatever you’d like to.” Tae says to me once we finish eating.

“I think I’ll go and unpack.” I smile back at him.

He smiles and nods and we head to our own rooms. I leave my door open as I unpack. I’m putting my things away when I drop one of my bras on the floor. I go to grab it but Yeontan gets it first, grabbing it in his teeth and running off with it. I gasp and chase after him, seeing him push through a slightly open door. I don’t think as I follow him inside, just concerned that I get my bra back before someone sees it.

As I enter the room, I freeze with a squeak. Tae is standing at the end of his bed, naked and wet from the shower. My eyes roam his body for a full minute before I meet his eyes. I gasp and turn quickly, blushing so much I can feel the heat in my cheeks.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” I gasp, covering my face with my hands.

“Like what you saw?” Taes voice says from very close behind me.

“I didn’t mean to! I was trying to get something back off Yeontan!” I squeak out, not turning.

Tae chuckles and pulls me round to face him, thankfully with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s smirking at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He strokes my cheek and then turns to the dog, grabbing my bra from him. I squeak in embarrassment again as Tae holds it up with a grin, eyes going to my chest. I look at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me.

“Am I the only one getting to see your lingerie at the moment?” He asks softly, lifting my chin up with a finger.

“Does it matter?” I whisper softly, searching his eyes.

“Maybe.” He sighs, head tilting. “Depends if you like what you saw?”

I lose myself in his eyes again but then shake my head slightly to clear it, reaching to take my bra back. He smirks and holds it above his head so I can’t reach it. I lift on tiptoe and reach for it but end up falling against his chest. He wraps his arm around my waist and I freeze, lost in his eyes yet again. He licks his lips and smirks at me, leaning his head down. My lips part against my will and my breathing speeds up as I wait for him to kiss me.

“I guess you did.” He grins, pulling away.

“W-what?” I gasp out in confusion.

“Liked what you saw.” He chuckles, handing me my bra.

I splutter and blush even more and then turn and stomp back to my room. I hang out in my room until dinner is called. I can’t stop thinking about what I saw, his muscled body and what was between his legs… I have to stop it! This was not supposed to be happening! I walk down to the dining room slowly, blushing again as my eyes meet Tae’s and he smirks. I take my seat, not letting him pull it out this time.

The food is delicious again and I talk to Suga about how he made it. I feel Tae’s eyes on me but I do my best to ignore him. That is until I feel his hand slide onto my thigh and squeeze slightly. I look at him in shock. He seems a little more intense. I raise my eyebrows at him but he smiles and pulls his hand back.

After dinner we all sit in the lounge to watch a movie. I only make it halfway through before I excuse myself to go to bed, tired from the day. I feel eyes on me as I walk up the stairs and glance back to see Tae’s eyes on my ass as I’m walking. I can’t stop a smirk playing on my lips at his attention. I go to my room, closing the door this time and settle in to bed for the night.

#bts fanfic #bts #v #taehyung #taehyung x reader #v x reader #sfw

[existentialterror]

I regret to inform my followers that I've fallen headlong into Dream SMP lately, and it’s one of the wildest media experiences I’ve ever had. Some of it reminds me very much of the SCP Foundation experience.

It previously existed in my consciousness as "that fandom that shows up on my dash as either a very weird textpost, or fanart that's 50/50 about Dream SMP or Homestuck." The actual media delivers on inexplicability. I think of it as the Untitled Goose of fiction, because every aspect of it radiates chaos and it causes problems everywhere it goes.

In brief: The Dream SMP is a private multiplayer Minecraft server. A bunch of Twitch/Youtube streamers roleplay on it regularly. It grew a “plot” based on improv which later became somewhat scripted in advance. There are arcs, seasons, worldbuilding, factions…

Some meta reasons I love it and compare it to the SCP wiki:

Non-linear.

If you want to get into it, your best bet is starting with a list of youtube videos on a carrd. Or watch 20 million hours of livestream vods. Or summary videos / “movie” edits made by hardworking fans. Either way, you will miss some stuff.

Everyone is literally the protagonist of their own streams.

The in-character/out-of-character line is blurred.

It didn’t actually become a roleplay until a while into the first “season”. Only a few events are scripted, and I get the impression the “script” is pretty freeform.

Obviously this sometimes becomes kind of a problem for, like, inappropriate fan interactions, which is tough and which I don’t want to trivialize.

Anyhow the line is very blurred within the universe too.

E.g. Technoblade canonically hears his Youtube livestream chat as voices in his head. Nobody else does, except for when they do.

Decentralized ownership and storytelling.

Canon is a spectrum – some things are clearly comedic “bits” and some things are well-established worldbuilding – but there is so much leeway in there.

E.g. At one point, there’s a marriage. The streamers in the marriage now disagree on whether the marriage was canonical or not. But it's not a big deal.

This is real SCP wiki "there is no canon" energy.

You can watch the same event from various character's perspectives and get totally different takes on the same event. (short non-spoiler example)

Unusual delivery format.

You don’t expect emotional depth or great creativity or horror or etc out of a Let’s Play… but my god, you will get them here.

Fun exercise: Grab your boomer parents and try to explain your latest interest to them.

Amateur storytellers.

I mean, they’re making a living from it, so they’re professionals now. But the average server age is 22 and it grew out of a casual hobby, and you can tell.

Every single stream, including the very dark introspective ones, have a bunch of chaotic banter and dick jokes.

There are these really serious bits except that the characters are named things like “Quackity” and “BadBoyHalo”.

This is the polar opposite of a polished narrative.

Many of them – and I say this with great, great love – are not amazing actors. It still works. The vibe is more “a bunch of friends fucking around” then, like, "watching a professional TV show.”

Mechanics are integrated in interesting ways.

Sometimes for plot:

Ability to gather resources – skill, the amount of time they spend digging for material, cool builds and contraptions, etc – do influence how much power they have.

But also sometimes for storytelling or expression - this is Minecraft, you know, the Blocks Game - the actors don’t really have access to normal body language. But it turns out you can fit a lot of meaning into crouches, gentle hits, jumping, looking around, what item you’re holding, what you’re wearing.

Sometimes this is hilariously dissonant:

E.g. Someone saying “look at me” to make emphasis, and the streamer has to look at… the expressionless minecraft head of the person? It’s such a vibe.

Sometimes it’s delightfully innovative and format-specific.

E.g. There are no chairs in minecraft, but there are a lot of occasions in real life where people sit, so people will use staircase blocks as dining chairs, couches, etc, and then either crouch or stand on the block to "sit". In a recent stream, during a conversation, one character went to a crafting table, made a staircase block, put it on the floor (of the other character’s house), said “you’re going to want to be sitting down for this one,” and then refused to proceed until the other character was standing on the staircase block.

A lot of these players are really good at the game, among the best in the world. Some aren’t, or at least aren’t on that tier, which is also endearing.

So if you know Minecraft, then there’s a lot of competence porn, but it's interspersed with a lot of very familiar gameplay.

They also do some non-Vanilla-Minecraft elements. They’re not common, but they keep you on your toes.

And most of them are subtle but also, like… for characters living in a minecraft world, if you’re familiar with the game, the phrase “canonical access to Creative Mode” will and should strike fear into your heart.

#light writes #I don't think I'll be reblogging a ton of DSMP stuff but the tag I'll be using is: #the LEAST comfortable streamer #so ready your blacklists etc :P #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #scp foundation #< uh since I compare it to that #scp

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google