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Hazbin Hotel Theory: Lucifer & Adam Share Grandkids (Thanks To Cain) And Alastor Is Half-Angel...

[Note: reading this post is optional...this is for Mature Audience Readers Only...DO NOT read this until ya watched all of the episodes of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, that goes from the Pilot, Episode 1 To Episode 8. there will be some spoilers that will be discussed in this, I will try not to talk about all of them, but the theory is thanks to Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad, and yes that is the nickname I came up with for him...I'm The Embodiment Of Weirdness. XD........also I had been having a bit trouble logging back in, I had to change my password, which I was having a bit trouble at first but it seems okay now, a few days ago in my last post, I notice a bit too later that I forgot to put a word and I want to go back to fix it, but I was not really able to....it didn't help that the internet connection kept going off and on and one of the reasons I had to log-off before, was because the connection kept going off and on and it was just making me really mad and well not really happy, even trying to make a new password for this was making me a little unhappy but I'm glad it is back to normal and hopefully it stays that way. also please do NOT reblog this without my permission. this post will also talk about some thoughts and feelings as well, so it will get a bit off topic as well.]

okay if some watched all of the episodes, they know the fight between Lucifer and Adam that happen in it, and Lucifer possibly trying to get Adam's goat by saying he did "snu-snu" (and if ya watched Futurama, you know what it means.)

better than him, with both Adam's First Wife (Lilith) and Second Wife (Eve)...

I don't know if Adorkable Apple Goober was just joking about Eve or if he was serious, I mean we do know that there is the whole who is Cain's Bio-Dad in our universe, which yeah Adam is still technically his Dad, even if not biologically related, but sometimes your real parent, and yeah in our universe, Adam was no different from the one from the show but at the same time he might of matured over time but still made mistakes as a adoptive father to Cain.

and yeah, I believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and if Abel wasn't so full of possibly vainglory and saw that his brother was sinking deeper and deeper into a dark place, which half of the reason could be because of the bad parenting of both Adam and Eve.

it could be possible as soon as Seth came long, they tried to do better and not make the same bad parenting mistakes.

and yeah, I'm a descendant of both Seth & Cain, I know I wrote down the numbers before when we had found out about it before...I can try to look for it later...

at least when their few generation later descendants ended up meeting and marrying, it wasn't too close to the tree...

but that still makes those two both Grunkle-Grandpas.

and yeah even though I can believe that Adam and Eve did exist, I believe it is possible there were OTHER humans besides them, and in theory there could of been different Adams and Eves in different garden sectors, but they could of went by different names.

Lilith was technically the First-Eve, and Eve herself was the Second-Eve.

Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad, made me laugh when he misspoke when telling Adam that he was going to "frag him"...of course the word wasn't "frag" but you know, the other word.

you know that rhythms with the word "duck"...

also the likely of what Lucifer from the show on what he was implying he did with Eve is true, that would possibly make him even more of being a suspect of being Cain's Dad, which would also make Cain the Older Half-Brother of Charlie...

plus if you look closely at Charlie's Full name, "Charlie Morningstar"

it spells out "Cain", like even if it wasn't on purpose but still...

here what happens when I bold some of the letters.

Charlie Morningstar, and when you take parts of those bold letters out, they spell out "Cain" and yes I'm just that weird to find that.

I mean Steven Quartz Universe has "Sans" hidden in there, can anyone truly blame some fans of both Steven Universe and Undertale as well as Deltarune, for thinking that Sans The Skeleton is the future self of Steven, even if it is his human half, and for all we know that rock that it suppose to be Sans's pet rock, is just his gem half turned to stone and it will need to be in that healing water that has the power from White, Yellow, Blue and Pink Diamond.

also if it does turn out that Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober Dad, is in fact Cain's biological dad (making Adam both the Step-Dad and Adoptive-Dad)....I think if when I do re-watch the episode where Adam and Lucifer are fighting, I might be weird and chant out either in my head or in a soft way...

"Peepaw Fight, Peepaw Fight, Peepaw Fight!!!"

well, I still think the whole situation Cain is like a Jerry Springer type of Comedy...

Archangel Samael is but one of the suspects of being the Dad.

well whoever the Bio-Dad is, they still wouldn't be the boss of me.

I still think that Earth Angels should put up a protective barrier around the Earth, to protect her from the Toxic-Masculine energy that has been plaguing our Mother World for centuries.

and yes, if it were possible I would do a Omnigeddon if I lost my fluffy baby that is my second cat...

like I said before, the whole thoughts of starting "Omnigeddon" came to mind if anything went wrong, one of which may also have to do if my fluffy baby wasn't taken to the vet on time or if anything went wrong while they were at the vet...

I would go Feral Earth Angel if Abel ever got a certain idea if he tried that "offering" with my fluffy baby...

I would probably try to either give him the cold hands to face punishment or grab him by the ear....or slap him repeatedly on the face really fast, like how Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo was slap by Tenchi's Grandfather's Wife...

I get that animals play different roles, some do end up as food and some clothes, while some are animal companions that we end up forming a strong and emotional bond with, and we wish they could live a very long time and be with us forever.

I basically broke when my first cat was slowly leaving us, and I believe I know now what may have caused it....it might of been the same thing that almost took my second cat, and we were lucky to catch it on time and she was able to get surgery to help her.

and not everyone has to agree, but I still think Abel shouldn't be around Fluffy-Babies...even ones that are in the afterlife.

he shall not touch the fluff of healing bliss...so says The Eveningstar Earth Angel Princess...

yeah that nickname "Eveningstar Princess" is still weird, and it really doesn't have to do with Lucifer, I mean yeah there is that whole being a descendant of a few royal families, and I'm still gonna view being a descendant of King Solomon as a blessing and not a curse, it means I wont have to take that throne, even though I'm one of King David's descendants as well...but anyway the whole "Eveningstar" once again doesn't really have to do with Lucifer, who is suppose to be the "Morningstar"...

and we still have to be confused and amused by Charlie's Dad, when he throws the whole he did the "snu-snu" with Eve...

but yeah, like I pointed out before...the reason I got the whole "Eveningstar" idea, has to do with the weird stuff that went on when my Mom was going to have me, because apparently she never got Morning Sickness, nope...and like I may have pointed out a few times when talking about the weirdness that is what went on with my Mom when she was pregnant with me...

she NEVER got Morning Sickness, she only got sick during the Evening.........so yeah, she only got Evening Sickness.

I have no idea how many Moms went through that weirdness, never getting Morning Sickness, but only getting that way during the Evening....which we are calling The Evening Sickness.

and yeah, for all we know Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, could share Grandkids through Cain, and well a bit of Seth too...

you know since Seth would still be Adam's Biological Son, and Cain while being Adam's Adoptive Son (and Technically Step-Son...)

and well if it is slightly like how it is in our universe, when both Grunkle-Grandpa Seth & Cain's respective descendants by a few generations end up meeting and marrying, of course that would cause the bloodlines to mix, and well thankfully it wouldn't be too close to the tree, I mean yes Gran-Gran Eve is still both Seth and Cain's Mom, but if they had two different Dads but had descendants that ended up meeting and marrying each other many generations later, than the possible problems of you know, that normally happens...will not be a problem in many few generations later, cause of the different bloodlines would have them be very less closely related.

I still rather be called "purple blood" rather than "blue blood" even if the whole blue blood thing does have to do with royal blood, but I still like purple blood better, because it means I don't just have royal ancestors, I know I went most of my life not knowing I'm technically a Princess....well same thing when not knowing about being a Earth Angel....and there is that whole Nephilim thing...

also thanks to Alastor, and well also a certain scene that Vaggie was in...

I have another theory, that I believe that Alastor might be a descendant of Nephilim....possibly, though I don't mind if that theory ends up being debunked and the idea that he is a descendant of Nephilim, ends up in a Fanon Timeline instead.

and yeah, part of the title for this, is also the theory about Alastor being Half-Angel....the "X" on Alastor's forehead that appears might not really have to do with Sinners, at least not fully.

Vaggie's "X" is visible, even when she's wearing a Eye-Patch.

the reason Alastor's "X" that appears on his forehead, isn't visible all the time and only so when he uses only half of his full power or goes all out, might have to do with the genetics of not just his soul but also his bloodline from when he was human and living in the human world.

in theory, if one who is human were the living in the human world but have a soul that was half angelic even being a descendant of Nephilim...

if they were to die in the living world and end up in ya know, Heck.

the "X" that shows the spot of their injury they got when they died in the human world, will not be visible all the time like Vaggie's...

this is possibly because Vaggie, could of been a Heavenborn and the year that she had supposedly died in the human world, was just the year she started to live in Pentagram City and when she first met Charlie...

and yeah, some fans can view Charlie as being Half-Angel, she does have her Demon form, but who's to say that she's can't also tap into a Angelic form, possibly merging two together like her Dad seemingly did with his own form when fighting Adam.

we still don't know if Charlie's Dad was being serious or if he was joking about having certain relations Eve.

even though it was funny how he was teasing Adam, it does make myself question if it will turn out that Charlie's Dad is in fact Cain's Biological Father.

it be kind of both funny, interesting and freaky if that turn out to be canon....but the chances of that might be very small.

but it might not stop some fans from using the concept in the Fanon Timelines, where it might not be Canon but we can still blame the Adorkable Apple Goober for the weird idea. XD

and yes, I'm still gonna call Charlie's Dad that.

I'm also still going to call Ozzie x Fizz, by the couple nickname "Adorkable Sweet Potatoes"

and well besides the weird nicknames for those three...

if it did turn out that both Lucifer and Adam, did share Grandkids...even if it is by only half of humanity...

picture the look on their faces when they realize they share Grandkids...of course in Charlie's delight, she might view it as her being technically a "Auntie Charlie"...

and yeah, even if it is only half of most humans that are descendants of Cain, would be well you know in a way, in fictional universe in possibly just in the Fanon Timeline as it might not end up being Canon in the Canon Timeline of the show...

would be the nieces and nephews of Princess Charlie Morningstar, even the ones that do end up being Earth Angels.

we will have to wait for the theory about Cain being Lucifer's son and Charlie's Older Half-Brother, to be proven true or not true at all to which it ends up being debunked.

I don't mind if it does get debunked, and once again it's Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad who is partly at fault for that theory about both him and Adam sharing Grandkids....even if it is like a lot of Greats in there and many generations later.

also ya know how a fan ended up accidentally predicting Deltarune Chapter 2...? ya know, with Kris and the Pie...which I still think there was more to that than just Kris eating all the pie, and I still think they might of broken into the Library first and open a dark fountain in the computer room, before they went back home and ate all the pie...

but yeah, what I'm getting at....is I think that the Fan Audio series, that is called "Arackniss" (same name as Angel's Older Brother)

that is by AxelGear...and yeah, that fan audio series is for mature audience only...

so yeah, I think that it could be possible that fan series may or may have not may have predicated Canon events, even if some of those events are still slightly different from what happens from that audio series...but when you remember what happens with Arackniss and have watched what happens to well Sir Pentious...

you might be all like how I am feeling and thinking right now...

that the Arackniss Audio Series by AxelGear, had somehow accidentally predicted canon that had not yet happen but did happen in Hazbin Hotel Season 1.

not everyone has to take it too seriously, but remembering what happen some audio episodes back in that Arackniss Audio Series, and seeing what goes down in the first season of Hazbin Hotel.

can anyone truly blame me, to be weird enough to think that just maybe AxelGear may have accidentally predicted canon future events without knowing it.

well there was some other stuff that has to do with Deltarune that had some fans accidentally predicting future events even if they were still slightly different, but when you see a Deltarune AU predict future canon in chapter 2, of course you are going to being both freaked out and all happy that it is canon.

one of them being that the Darkners do turn into items when they end up going to the Light World, but they go back to normal when they go back to the Dark World....and if they go to a Dark World that isn't their own, they will turn to stone.

also I need to say this, because Lucifer the one from Hazbin Hotel I mean...had misspoke what he was trying to say, that he was going to beat Adam up, but it came out in well...ya know...

well I can't help but wonder if one should ship those two...and if so, what would their ship name be...?

I wouldn't be surprised if Niffty did fan-art and fanfics about Charlie's Dad and Adam...if she wasn't busy with other things during what was going on in that episode.

well it is possible that Charlie's Dad might not only be a Adorkable Apple Goober (I'm still gonna call him that, it fits him too well now and there is no going back from it. XD lol...) but he also might be a bit of a Himbo...

also it could be possible that Charlie might be misinterpreting her Dad, and he might of been going through a very bad depression that has been lasting for 7 years possibly...

being in a very dark place in emotional way, isn't fun.

even if you still can be a little happy by both people and the stuff that makes you feel a little happy, that dark and unhappy feeling is still mixed in there.

and yeah, having a second depression after getting over the first depression not too long ago, is not a fun experience.

and yeah I did end up having depression around 2015 that lasted a few months, the stuff that was going on at home was a nightmare.

my personal space was not being respected, and yeah trying to write a fanfic that had to do with Ninjago, wasn't easy with people that were house-guests kept coming into the room I was in and wouldn't stop...and if I'm making a face, don't give one of them the right to be hurtful about it, because of that I had to go to the bathroom and cry.

seriously, that insensitive jerk couldn't understand the reason I looked like I was giving a dirty look, was because he and everyone else wouldn't stop coming into that room and give me my personal space.

it could be possible that the more your personal space is disrespected like way too many times, the more you might want it a lot more and could be a bit sensitive about it...

I'm not sure if it will be the same for everyone, but even if I can spend time with my fluffy-baby that is my second cat and maybe try to do family stuff with family, like maybe watching a movie together.

I still need a lot of time to myself, I mean maybe only a few can understand that, and for all we know, Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, was deeply and emotionally hurt, and him being there for Charlie when she needs him, and him wanting to be there for her, might be a type of baby steps of the emotional healing process.

it is possible that Lucifer felt that Charlie didn't want him around, and it also could be possible that he might of been going through a type of bad day type feeling and didn't want to deal with Adam.

it's like when you feel not really good on some days, but we wont know if this is true unless we get it confirmed in the future.

and I can't remember if that second depression I had started around 2016 or 2017, but if it had first started in 2016, that was way too close after I got better from the one I had in 2015, which yeah it felt like the second depression lasted a bit more longer, and I think it might of been around December 2018 when I started to feel a bit more better, I think it was 2018 during that time...and well one of the signs I was getting more better, was how I was laughing when watching Boss Baby...which I think it was the Movie, and the show wasn't on yet, at least I think...

the point is that even if we have family, friends and stuff that can make us feel a little happy, we still end up having some pretty sad and not so great dark feelings.

I know that when that second depression was going on, I think my feelings were, like it felt like...to me it felt like I was in a half numb way, like the feelings were there but it was like half numb, it just seem that way every time I woke up.

and yeah, it might of been much earlier during that time, I wanted to punish the bathroom mirror but didn't, possibly because of both some form of willpower and knowing if I did, it wouldn't exactly be good.

Charlie's Dad, might of been going through a depression that was not only being caused by the Heaven from Hazbin Hotel's Universe, not listening to him, but also from Lilith.

I can agree that in our universe, Lilith was hurt badly, and she only became what she had transformed into, because certain three angels and Adam.

those three angels, might be doing good now, but they did more harm than good to Lilith, and they only ended up playing a part in breaking her emotionally and possibly others that only she herself can possibly know.

even if Adam didn't get his hands dirty, he should of not been such a selfish jerk, and just let her have some space.

it could be possible that if both of them were given space, they could of worked things out, and forcing her in a certain way, that has to do with what those three angels were doing, was a Toxic-Masculine move.

we don't know if Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, went through the same thing, that three angels were send to where she was and tried to get her to go back to Adam, even by threats.

no matter if it is from that universe or this one, that is NOT how love works.

you do not make threats, even what those three angels were doing.

and yeah I may be calling myself Neo-Spiritual now, well unless some might end up messing up the meaning, and hopefully that wont happen...

and yeah I started to believe in a Goddess now too, which happen a few years ago, which might be partly thanks to some books I got...

and I can still believe in God as well, so like believing in both.

and I know that not everyone has to believe the same as me when it comes to that, but of course there was that Toxic-Religious jerk that crossed a line and wouldn't stop throwing those misused words at me, just because I believe in a Goddess now.

well it might of also been about my having still been figuring out what type of Nonbinary that I am...I did thought I was something like a Gyno-Agender for a while...I'm sure there might of been some who were still figuring out what type they are, and not just me...

but yeah, like I had said possibly a whole lot of times before...

even though I did pointed out to that person, that they were hurting my feelings really badly and making me cry, they basically ignored it and kept throwing those words at me.

which I'm still gonna think that those words were being misused.

I know it was either "may god have mercy on you." or "may the lord have mercy on you." either way, how they were using those words ended up hurting my feelings really bad.

they weren't listening when I pointed it out, I wanted them to stop it, but they just kept throwing those words at me.

I had to block them over at the place where it had happen, and one of the things I am still gonna hope, is that I wont run into them here or any other places I go to.

I don't think all people who are religious or not at all, would pull the same stunt that jerk did, maybe only a few, but not all of them.

and yeah I might know the full story about Charlie's Dad Lucifer's depression, but it is possible he couldn't be open about it with his own daughter for the past few years, but might have to open up about what he was going through to her at some point in the future.

he seems fine now, after showing up a bit more for Charlie, but that might not mean he still wont have those not so good feelings pop up every once in a while.

and yeah it could be possible that Charlie's Mom, might have more to her than just seemingly being a good Mom...

we wont know whats truly up with her, until future episodes in maybe around Season 2.

and yeah even if the whole in Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer being Cain's Dad does in fact get debunked, it can still work in the Fanon where it's true...but it's fine when it does turn out it isn't canon.

but most fans or just me, might not let Charlie's Dad live that one down...

we already have some form of suspects about who Cain's biological Dad could be, but it is like a mystery...which some have questioned for who knows how long...

well in this universe that we live in, once again, no matter if it is Lucifer or Samael, they still ain't the boss of me.

and if I was able to, I would still want to give the Lucifer from our universe, the cold hands to face punishment...

because maybe instead of doing all that fighting, they could of tried to fix the balance between the Masculine and Feminine energies, even if the balance is a little more better now...but we still have that Toxic-Masculine flying around, and it is lucky that the Toxic-Feminine isn't as high or as dangerous as the Toxic-Masculine one...

and well that aside, what is shown in episode 1 of the first season, reminds me of some stuff that has to do with Masculine and Feminine.

what we know as "Hell" was possibly not always so, and it was in fact part of the possibly "Earthly Queendom" but because of the dangerous levels of maybe both a Toxic-Masculinity and possibly miasma, her once beautiful place of paradise was corrupted and was at some point, taken over by Lucifer and the Other Embodiment Kings and well Queens, since in Hazbin Hotel, Bee and Bel are Female...

but it might be very unlikely that the same situation we have, will be the same in Hazbin Hotel or even Helluva Boss.

yeah the book "Stones Of The Goddess: Crystals For The Divine Feminine" by Nicholas Pearson, that not only talks about the Divine Feminine and Goddesses, but also has different type of gems...

well it might not be everyone's cup of tea, and it's okay that not everyone takes a interest in it, and if some do, it should only be of their free will and choice that is their own.

some of the chapters that have the different gems in it, has each of them have info like Magickal Uses, Elemental Signature, Astrological Signature, Goddess Archetypes and lastly Formation Process.

and well, I'm trying to use some other forms of magic myself...

well besides the whole using my gem bracelets to protect me from energies that might be harmful to me (of course even when I still wear them to bed, I have to have a dream-catchers for extra protection...) and also using them for sealing charms and limiters because of that freaky stuff that started to happen when I started to use the pendulum a bit too much...

because of the whole freaky thing that happen when I hold a bottle of pop by it's lid and it starts to move like my pendulum, well either that or a pen...and there was that time when the program broke once, because I took one of the gem bracelets off, because it was becoming a bit too snug.

so I had to re-do the whole praying and use the food salt on the gem bracelets and make sure that even when I have one or all of them off for a long period of time, they will still work.

well the spell I found is kind of a work in progress, and I am thankful to the person who made the spell, and even if I'm still having a bit of trouble in getting it to fully work, I'm going to try my best and keep trying...I hope I can try again later tonight, I did try before last night, but I was having some trouble getting to sleep after saying the spell, and I even tried to say it more times...

the spell has to do with traveling to other worlds, and well the info about the spell is that it can be temporary, like I know I did write the info down on paper, and well even the side effects that shows signs ya need to try to go to sleep...which for me, when trying to do the spell again, it was hard for me to get to sleep...

there is a reason I'm trying the spell, but I can talk about it another time.

and well back to the theory about the whole Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, possibly sharing Grandchildren...along with the whole Alastor possibly being a descendant of Nephilim.

yeah, it could be possible I'm a descendants of Nephilim as well, which would mean that some humans who are also Earth Angels, are descendants of them as well...

I'm not even sure if some do have different blood types that don't need to be RH Negative, but I know that I'm kind of the same type as my Mom...well I'm not 100% sure if she has the "D" in there or not...

I still wish we haven't procrastinated so long to see if my blood type will come out the same for a third time, but hopefully we can finally get around to it this year.

I'm still gonna view myself as a Defective Earth Angel, cause I don't think I work the same way most do, even if not all Earth Angels are the same, but I know I'm a Defective type, and there can be reasons for that, and not just bad past life experiences which I'm glad I don't have fully memories, and it's okay not to have full memories of past lives...not everyone has to believe in past lives or believe it can leave some form of trauma.

okay back to the whole Adam, Lucifer and Alastor theory.

it could be possible that Alastor might be going through some pretty heavy stuff, and my theory about him being a descendant of Nephilim, can be separate from what is going on with him and why he was missing for 7 years according to the episodes that bring it up.

which it being 7 years, also lines up with how long Charlie's Mom hasn't returned her calls...

even if Alastor might say he was going through some kind of vacation, but I think it might be possible he was possibly held hostage by someone who technically is more powerful than him, and who has him as a puppet on strings.

I'm not sure if this theory is true, and it's okay if it gets debunked...

but I suspect Charlie's Mom Lilith might be involved, possibly being the one who is pulling Alastor's strings...she is already suspicious.

I'm not sure if Alastor might be going through PTSD because of his experience that happen for 7 years in the Hazbin Hotel Universe's Timeline, but despite how he behaves and all smiles, and thanks to Rosie, he shows adorkable side to himself...

even though I might not of been always Aroaceflux, but for all I know I could of always been but not know it, I mean I can be Fictoromantic as well, and well with my now ex-boyfriends I had online before, but I have no interest in trying to get a new one...and well I can't help but wonder if I use to be Demiromantic, but I'm not 100% sure.

I think it was before figuring out I'm Aroaceflux, that I don't like it when a guy becomes clingy in a bad way, even if there could be a cute way...but he would need to respect my needing to be left to myself, same as family and friends would.

even if my Mom might not fully get why I don't like being touched at times, and I'm okay with it sometimes...

yeah, your family might think it's funny to touch your foot but you might seem like your enjoying it when it tickles but it doesn't mean you fully do so...plus there is the whole being scared really easy when they surprise hug you from behind...

and yeah as strange as it might be, whenever I'm in the kitchen and a male family member ends up in the kitchen too, my thoughts are "don't touch me." even if it might not of always been that way, but that is just how I am now...

besides that depression in 2015 that I had, and besides getting my foot hurt and it took some time to heal.

I also had that panic attack in the car and ended up hitting my head while inside of the car...and even if I was able to get better control now, it doesn't still mean I wont still worry about what caused me to go into a panic attack in the first place.

and I still might have a bit of Semi-Androphobia, like even if you can have some guys you can trust, either it be friends or family or both.

you still might want to be on guard, because of what you learn about some dangers that can happen or from a bad experience from your childhood that was from something that really happen or one of those warning dreams that just end up causing more harm than good and it traumatized you and even when you forget at first because your mind ends up suppressing the memory, even when you remember it years later and try to talk to your family about it, they will just end up making you doubt it and it being a bad dream...

I can't remember how old I was when that bad experience happen, and if it did happen in real life, then it still wouldn't be okay...

even if it was lucky it was just a kiss, but it was normal for me to find boys gross, just as some boys should find some girls to be gross as well, that is perfectly normal.

but if it was just a warning dream, it was really messed up and the bad experience made me block the memory until I remembered about it later on.

it could be possible one of the reasons I got into that panic attack in 2015, was because of them...the one who made me want to hide in the bathroom to cry, after they couldn't get that they and everyone else was disrespecting my personal space...

and even if I and other fans might not fully get what Alastor is going through, but for all we know, he might end up having a really bad panic attack in the future, I guess it would be a surprise if it was Vox who would have to calm him down and have to get him to calm his breathing and not hurt himself when going through a bad panic attack.

I know I hurt my head on the inside of the car when going through that panic attack in 2015...I remember a bit of it, but I know I didn't like waiting alone in the car, even if we were getting ready to move.

I still don't like being alone outside in the car, even if I still have to go inside some places at times, but other times if I don't feel like going inside, I don't go inside...but not having anyone outside waited with you...chances will be that you might not feel great about it.

and it could be possible that Alastor could have certain triggers that could reveal that he went through a very bad experience, something that he wishes not to talk about or let others know.

not sure if Alastor would have Semi-Gynophobia, but that might not be likely, like he could be fine with other ladies, either it be nonbinary-girls or those who are binary...he could just be scared of only one woman, a woman who possibly forced him against his will into a contract he never wanted and took him 7 years to get away from the said woman that now still technically owns his soul.

it is possible that Alastor while possibly forming a type of bond with Charlie, also sees her a way to get his freedom back.

and there could be different soul contracts, which in theory one of the ways another form of soul contract is form is through a type of kinship or like a bond that doesn't have to do with one or the other having ownership of the other party's soul.

while certain contracts have the whole chains, like what it shows in Hazbin Hotel Season 1...

a mutual soul contract where the bond is different, and it is more of a partnership, rings are involved, of course this is just a fan theory.

the said rings will be energy based just like the chains, and will appear in different colors, depending on those who are involved in it.

the rings will appear on the fingers that is the place you put the wedding ring on, which I guess for some, they could have it on their left hand.

while not really having to do with being married, but it could be a choice for some who go down that type of soul contract to go through the whole getting married along with or later on after they form the partnership of their soul contract...

and I guess it could be seen as a type of soul-tie, maybe...?

plus no matter if it is platonic or romantic, a mutual partnership in the soul contract where rings are formed instead of chains, could be seen as a very big commitment, because it could be similar to a soul-tie, but still possibly different.

one could only know if someone is under a soul contract through partnership where the parties don't own one or the other, but are partners, if one or the other ends up summoning their ring having it appear before those present. I might talk more about this type of soul contract theory another time.

not sure what else to say about the whole possibility of Adam and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, sharing Grandchildren...for all we know even if it were true and if it were canon, those two would be clueless.

I just think it is a little amusing, and Adorkable Apple Goober is still at fault for the theory popping into my mind in the first place.

and for all we know, Alastor could still end up being a half-angel, both in his human life and even in his afterlife, and we might find out more about what happen with him for 7 years in Hazbin Hotel Universe, and why he was missing for so long, we might not find out right away but we might in the future.

anyway maybe I will talk about the whole weird ideas and theories about Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, maybe another time.

there is a ship drawing I want to hurry up and post up next after this.

not everyone has to agree about the whole theories I talked about in this, even when I got off topic.

Alastor's "X" on his forehead having to do with him being a half-angel in both his human life and even to his death and afterlife, is just a theory, even about him being a descendant of nephilim too is just a theory, and it's okay that some fan theories get debunked and just end up in the Fanon Timeline instead. :)

#do not reblog without permission #not for kids #mature audiences only #hazbin hotel theory #goober #grandpa #lucifer hazbin hotel #snu snu #adam hazbin hotel #cain and abel #alastor hazbin hotel #nephilim #talking about feelings #my thoughts #february 2024

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glitchyk · 3 months

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QOTR - Quests of the Ringmaster, welcome to the circus (TADC AU) Character design:

Caine!

Our ringmaster!

This is Caine for Quests of the Ringmaster, yes he purposely looks goofy, before ya ask. The right side (as in his right side, not the angle we look at it from) is all the usual red of his getup, but, the other half, split right down the middle, become funky and fun patterns

He gives side quests and sees all! Our lovable Caine.

His eyes change shape, turning into different dice shapes, based off of the somewhat inspiration of rpg games, I figured that it would be funny for some parts of they just needed to roll something and Caine just like spit out his eyes that suddenly became dodecahedrons or something

Note, Rolling dice won’t affect everything in this game, in fact it’s more based off of a multiplayer/mostly open world game, but at times the roll of dice will matter.

And I said before, his outfit is purposely wonky and different patterns lol

He really isn’t formal at all, just the sorta silly guy that gives you tasks. He’s a mix of enthusiastic and barely caring Caine + like the weird old man type character that tells us how to start playing the game and gives us our first task — mixed together. I drew him this morning, in fact like.. 13 hours ago at least at the beginning of my school day, guess I just almost forgot about Caine, that’s my bad.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #tadc au QOTR #QOTR TADC AU #QOTR Caine #Quests of the Ringmaster TADC AU #TADC AU Quests of the Ringaster #TADC Quests of the Ringmaster Caine #The amazing digital circus QOTR AU

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honyakuninakunaru · 3 years

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Moonlit Night's Greeting // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Sunny Forest)

Akira: "Hello, Lennox. Are you training in the forest today?"

Lennox: "Yes, and I was just taking a break. Cain and Shino were here a moment ago, but they said they were hungry and went back to the manor to bring something to eat. What about you, Master Sage? Are you on a walk?"

Akira: "Yep. The weather's very nice, so I decided to come for a stroll. Also, there's something I'm curious about, but before that... Don't you think it smells a bit weird around here?"

Lennox: "Thought so..."

Akira: "Do you know anything about it? Like if someone's doing some sort of practice, for example..."

Lennox: "No, it's probably... Would you come with me for a moment, Master Sage?"

Lennox guides us into the depths of the forest, and what awaited us there was...

(Leaves rustling)

Mithra: "Hello there."

Akira: "Mithra!"

(Bubbling)

We saw Mithra dispersing a suspicious smoke. In front of him hung a large kettle on an open fire, a poisonous-looking vapour rising from it.

Akira: ("What in the world is that ominously coloured liquid...")

Lennox: "So it was you. I thought so since I happened to see you go into the forest a while back."

Akira: "Umm, Mithra, what are you doing so deep in the forest...?"

Mithra: "I was cooking."

Akira and Lennox: "Cooking...?"

(Cracking and bubbling)

Mithra tosses a single scorched bone into the pot, completely ignoring our shock.

Mithra: "Yes. I'm running low on magic sauce, you see."

Akira: ("Ah, he means the yakiniku-like sauce he let me taste that one time.")

Mithra: "I made it in the kitchen the first time, but the twins were annoying about it."

Akira: "Yeah, if this smoke spread across the manor, it could cause a bit of a commotion..."

Lennox: "Still, is it alright to cook things that aren't proper ingredients altogether like this?"

Mithra: "How rude. These are all high-class ingredients I'll have you know. A rainbow lizard's tail in a dried monkey's paw, and that deteriorating thing is the intestines of a monster. As well as this blue bat which is quite rare."

Akira: "I-Is that so... Are these bones an ingredient as well?"

Mithra: "I'm roasting them for stock. They'll taste good if you boil them after being seared."

(Snap)

Akira: "Ah, cracks appeared on them..."

Mithra: "How interesting... Master Sage, I suggest you watch your step today."

Akira: "What?"

CHAPTER 2

Mithra: "Bone fortune-telling. I can read the future by roasting bones of beasts and examining the shapes of the fractures. When it cracks this way, it means that your fortune has gone down. <Arthim>"

(Crumbling)

Akira: "Wha?!"

The moment Mithra chanted his spell, a hole that seemed to lead into the abyss opened near my feet.

Akira: "WAAAAA!?"

Lennox: "Master Sage!"

Lennox instantly reached out for me. Cradled in his strong arms, I somehow avoided falling into the pit.

Akira: "T-Thank you..."

Lennox: "Don't mention it. I'm glad you're safe."

Mithra: "See, my prediction was correct."

Akira: "More like you forced it to be..."

(Crack)

Mithra: "Another one appeared. It seems like Lennox will have extraordinary revenue. Here, have this dried frog."

Lennox: "Thanks... Saying that sure sounds nice, but can you really call it fortune-telling?"

Mithra: "But of course, as there's no way my predictions would ever miss."

(Snap)

Mithra: "Ah, this one is for you, Master Sage. ..... Oh my..."

Akira: "A-Are the results that bad?!"

Mithra: "No, they're not. Something good will happen shall you go out at night. An unexpected person will... .....Goodness gracious, how troublesome."

Akira: "Eh?"

(Rustling)

Cain: "Ah, there you are! We were looking for you, Lennox. Ah, are Mithra and Master Sage with you as well?"

Lennox: "You two are back."

Shino: "Yeah. What do you have here? It smells good."

Upon saying that, I looked over to the kettle; its suspicious-looking contents from a while ago had completely changed into a normal sauce.

Mithra: "It's done."

Shino: "Did you make this?"

Cain: "That's pretty awesome! Not only are you strong, but you can also cook! You can really do anything huh, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Well, I suppose you're right. Unlike a certain absent-minded man who only has his long hair to him."

Akira: ("Does he mean Oz...")

Shino: "That looks tasty. Let us have some too."

Akira and Lennox: "Eh!?"

Shino: "What?"

Cain: " 's there a problem?"

Lennox: "Not exactly..."

Akira: ("After seeing those poisonous-looking ingredients and the cooking process...")

Mithra: "I guess, but only a little bit."

Shino: "Hell yeah!"

Cain: "Then I'll dig right in!"

Akira and Lennox: "....."

CHAPTER 3

That night, after returning to my room, I was writing down what had happened in the Sage's manual.

Akira: "Mithra's yakiniku sauce was very popular... (Shino and Cain were praising it so much that Lennox got caught up and gave it a taste as well. He was quite surprised at how delicious it was... We also shared the food Shino and Cain had brought, and we ended up having something like a picnic. It was tons of fun!)"

As my lips softened upon recalling this day, there was a knock on the window.

(Knock)

Akira: "Ah, who could that be?"

The one outside must be a wizard of the manor. Despite knowing that, I gasped as I opened the curtain.

(Curtain pulling)

Mithra: "Master Sage."

It was Mithra in his anniversary outfit, sitting on a broom and holding out his hand to me.

(Window opening)

Akira: "M-Mithra? What's with the get-up?"

Mithra: "Excuse me? Surely, you don't mean to tell me you've forgotten about the divination I gave you?"

Akira: "Divination? Ah. Do you perhaps mean...the good thing that will happen to me if I went out at night?"

Mithra: "Yes. It foretold that an unexpected person would escort you."

Akira: "You didn't mention that last bit..."

Mithra: "Since I had no idea what this 'escort' thing was, I asked Lennox, and he told me that first, I should get dressed for the occasion."

Akira: "He did?"

(Rustle)

Nodding, he presented to me the thing he was holding under his arm. It was a soft pillow that seemed very comfortable to sleep on.

Mithra: "It's a token of gratitude for the extra revenue and the sauce. It appears to be made using his sheeps' wool. I might get somnolent while with you, so I brought it along."

Akira: "Ahaha, thoroughly prepared, aren't you."

Mithra: "Come on, let's get going."

(Tug)

Mithra grabbed me roughly, seating me behind on the broom, and immediately began to rise us up.

(Whoosh)

Akira: "Wah! That was q-quite dangerous... Where exactly are we going, Mithra?"

Mithra: "I haven't decided on a particular destination, but I could Arthim us as is and crash into Oz's castle. It's currently nighttime, and if I were to take you as a hostage, it wouldn't be that easy for that man to fight back."

Akira: "I-If possible, I'd prefer somewhere peaceful and close-by..."

There was a light chuckle. Mithra was facing forward, so I couldn't tell if it was a sneer or he had let it out unintentionally, but it didn't feel like anything malicious.

Akira: "..... By the way, what's the good thing that's supposed to happen tonight?"

Mithra: "Well, wouldn't that be the fact that you went out with me?"

The All-Purpose Sauce's Match // Card Episode Story

(Dining room)

Akira: "Ah, it's the yakiniku sauce."

Mithra: "Pardon?"

Akira: "S-Sorry, my mistake. The thing you're carrying in that jar is the magic sauce, isn't it?"

Mithra: "Yes. I got myself some meat, so I thought I'd pour it on and eat it since this makes anything taste delicious."

Akira: "Yep, and it goes best with meat! Are there any ingredients that you often marinate in it, Mithra?"

Mithra: "More or less. It's good with snakes, bats, and frogs."

Akira: ("Even with the taste of the yakiniku sauce, those are pretty bold ingredients...")

Mithra: "Right. Why don't I give you some of the meat? Since you said my magic sauce is best served with it."

Akira: "..... Speaking of, where did you get that meat?"

Mithra: "I captured it in the North. Though as you can see, it's still quite bloody..."

Akira: "Ah, I just remembered I have a very urgent task I have to attend to! I'm very sorry, Mithra, we'll eat another time!"

#mahoyaku #translation #mithra

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icefire149 · 3 years

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An Angel’s Vow

Chapter Ten - (Read on ao3 | Read from the beginning)

It didn't take long to get all the shopping bags in the house. With the heel of her boot, Claire held the front door open for Cas. She knew it was because of his angel powers, but she was still silently impressed by his carry-it-all-at-once-I'm-only-making-one-trip game.

Claire followed behind him with Jack in her arms. He was still deep asleep and his face was squished into her shoulder. His downy hair pressed against her neck. She kept a hand on his back while they went into the living room.

Cas unceremoniously dropped the bags in the center of the room. He turned and his eyes softened, falling on the sleeping nephilim. "I can put Jack to bed." He held his hands out.

Wordlessly, she passed Jack over, and watched Cas take a moment to study the baby’s sleeping face. A prickle of irritation made her want to snap, that she didn’t do anything to damage the kid, but she managed to keep it choked down. Cas murmured something to Jack’s temple, and then he left a soft kiss there. After that he promptly disappeared upstairs. A weird tight feeling circled through Claire’s chest. She suddenly felt very alone.

Trying to push that thought aside, Claire started poking through the bags until she found the one with school supplies. They somehow managed to fill an entire bag with pens, notebooks, post-it notes, and high-lighters. Now she had to find a place for it.

Claire brought that bag into the kitchen and stood there for a moment surveying the room. Eventually she decided to toss it onto the table. With a shrug, she figured the table would be where their hunter school would happen anyways.

When she circled back to the living room, Cas was already there and sorting the clothes. He glanced at her over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows. “Did you take the notebooks? They’re not here.”

“I beat you to them. They’re in the kitchen,” she said pointing with her thumb over her shoulder.

Cas nodded, and went back to making two piles. The next bag he picked up made him pause. “Oh, this one’s yours.” He passed it over.

“Thanks,” Claire mumbled, biting the inside corner of her bottom lip. She rolled the plastic bag in her hands. Inside was the black bomber jacket with the blue stripe down the sleeves and the galaxy shirt Jack picked out. Some tiny part of her just couldn’t leave them behind.

Cas went back to sorting the clothes immediately. Sighing, Claire slowly made her way towards the staircase. She didn’t particularly want to help, but she did glance back at Cas again. The bottom step groaned under the weight of her foot. “Hey Cas?”

“Yes?” He looked up. The traffic-cone, orange sweater, that Claire dubbed an abomination, was in his hands.

“Where were you going to store your stuff upstairs: in the closet or the drawers? I don’t wanna get in the way while I’m borrowing the room.”

His gaze squished into an intense squint. “I hadn’t thought about that yet.” The corner of Claire’s mouth hooked into a small, amused smile. Cas continued, “I suppose though...that I should just repack everything into the bags again. Store them out of the way down here.”

“Why?” Claire’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have an entire bedroom.”

“Yes, but I gave it to you. I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

Her smile vanished. Claire crossed her arms. “I’m living out of a duffle bag and the backseat of my car. I’m not messing with the furniture in your room.”

Cas’ head turned to the side. “But you could unpack and use that space while you’re here.”

“Or you could put your shit away like a normal person, because it’s YOUR ROOM!”

Standing up straighter, Cas tossed the sweater aside on the couch. His stare never broke from Claire’s. “For all intents and purposes the room is yours. I already told you that I don’t need a bedroom.”

“And I thought you said that I was free to leave at any time!”

“You are. I don’t under-”

“NO. So I’m supposed to just pretend I don’t see the whole little family act?” Claire took her foot off the step. Her voice dripped with venom. “Is this whole ‘helping me be a better hunter’ thing just something to ease your conscious? You couldn’t run away from playing house this time….so why not try to make up for lost time?”

Claire shoved the plastic bag into Cas’ chest as hard as she could. Cas didn’t flinch. He didn’t speak either. The shine in his sad, blue eyes made her want to scream.

The next thing she was aware of, Claire was slamming her car door shut. Her hands trembled, and that pissed her off even more. Again and again, she slammed her hands into the steering wheel until her eyes were too blurry to see a damn thing.

Claire had no idea how much time had passed when she heard a light knock on the passenger side, front window, but the blanket of night was indicator enough that it had been a while. There was no point in looking, she knew who it was so instead she started wiping the remaining tears away with the palms of her hands.

The door creaked opened and Cas slid into the front seat. In with him came the wafting smell of hot food, and Claire’s stomach immediately growled. She finally turned to him, and Cas held a plate out to her in one hand and a covered container in the other.

She raised an eyebrow. “Did you bring me grilled cheese and…?”

“Creamy tomato soup.”

She took both, and got herself situated with the plate in her lap and the soup container in her hands. But Claire stopped herself before digging in. She eyed the grilled cheese cautiously. Only one corner looked like it was auditioning to be a piece of charcoal. “Did...you cook? Like actually made this from scratch?”

“Yes.” He looked away, leaning his elbow on the door. “And the house is still standing.”

“Why did you cook when you know it’s a hazard?”

Cas sighed, and rolled his gaze back over to her. He held it for several moments before speaking. “Eat before your food gets cold. I can still remember how unpleasant that can be.”

Nodding, Claire started taking big mouthfuls of soup. They sat there like that in silence while she ate. Cas stared out the window lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn’t until Claire’s bites slowed down that Cas finally spoke. “I’m sorry.” Claire burst into a coughing fit. Her mouth had been full, and that was the last thing she was expecting from the angel.

He continued while eyeing her carefully. “I never meant to upset you. I’m in no way trying to force anything on you.” Cas turned away and leaned back in the chair. He stared at the ceiling above him.

“I know.” Claire’s voice was quiet. She put the empty soup container in the cup holder between the front seats and slid the crumb covered plate onto the dashboard. “Loo-”

“It surprised me….I surprised me..when I asked you to meet me out here. Giving away my secret location…”

“Why’d you do it then?” Claire ran her index finger across the side of the steering wheel. “You won’t even let the Winchesters near Jack.”

Cas shifted his whole body as much as he could in the front seat to face her. “I was scared when you said you were hunting alone. The feeling was overwhelming.”

“I’m not a child, Castiel.” Claire clenched her jaw. The embers of her anger were growing hotter again.

“I’m aware.” There was a low warning tone in his voice. “Don’t mistake or misshapen my fears. This isn’t about coddling you or...treating you like you’re incapable.” The tension eased in Claire’s jaw. He continued, “Those feelings mean…..your presence as well as your absence...they matter to me. You matter.”

Claire stared at him in disbelief. Her hands squirmed awkwardly in her lap. “So the teaching sessions…?”

“I haven’t lied. I want to help you, and I want to pass my knowledge along.” His head tilted just a bit. “Claire, I’ll never be able to repay you or...make anything right. I know that, but….this is something I can do. And selfishly...I’d like you to be the best.”

Claire’s lip twitched. “That’s...uh..a high bar.”

The corner of Cas’ mouth pulled into a small grin. “Honestly, I don’t think it is. Many hunters speak of Sam and Dean like they’re legendary. And….while I understand the reasons why….”

“They’re stumbling ass-backwards into everything,” Claire grinned.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Cas deadpanned. He shook his head. “The difference maker is knowledge and I have millennia of information.”

Claire’s gaze fell to her lap. She felt a myriad of emotions bouncing around her head. It made her chest feel tight. “So….this is about your guilty conscious.”

“No,” Cas frowned. “Um...uh, well, to a degree, yes. I’ll never forgive myself for the wrongs I’ve done, but my guilt isn’t why I care...or why I want to see you succeed at something that I hear you enjoy a lot.” That got Claire to glance back at him. “I see you as my friend and as my family. Just like Sam, and Jack, and Dean. And...things have been hectic since I last saw you. A part of me honestly called you here, because I missed you.”

“You did?” Her lip twitched.

He nodded. “Initially, I thought distance would be better. I didn’t think you’d want me around….” Cas glanced down at himself and sighed. “or to have to look at me.”

“Well that’s not the case,” Claire snapped. Cas looked at her startled. Her voice softened. “I thought I never wanted to see your face again….but then I’d hear through the grape vine that shit was going down...and I’d be waiting to hear from you.”

She crossed her arms and refused to look at Cas. “I figured that if Jody was on Sam and Dean’s goodbye list for the end then I was on yours, right? And then I’d get radio silence.” Claire paused. The pain in her voice didn’t hide well. “It sucks being disappointed all over again…”

“I’m so sorry. I-I…” Cas reached a hand out but stopped halfway between them. Looking away, he withdrew his hand. His next words tumbled out in a whisper. “Of course I would have called you….I wasn’t able to when things went….badly...I’m sorry. That’s a poor excuse.”

Claire rolled her gaze over to him. “Explain then.”

“Okay,” Cas nodded. “So...Dean was dealing with the mark of Cain.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “That was a while ago.”

He sighed. “It was, but it’s where a lot of bad things started.”

“Okay. Continue.”

“It took a lot of effort to free him from the mark, and….he was resistant. Turns out he had good reason instinctually. Removing the mark also removed the bindings keeping the Darkness out of creation.”

“The Darkness? With a capital D…...Jody wasn’t kidding about that?” Claire stared at him incredulously.

“No, regrettably. Her name’s Amara, and….she’s God’s sister.”

“Yikes.”

Cas shook his head. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Claire turned in her seat, bending a leg and leaning her back into the door. “Sooo the mark broke and the Darkness was released. Nice going dumbass.”

“I know…...and it got worse.” Cas rolled his eyes. “The witch we had helping us with the spell-work, Rowena, she stole a very powerful book when the spell was complete and she….hit me with her magic.”

Claire sat up straighter. “Magic works on angels?”

“Yes, but luckily not perfectly,” he said very matter-of-fact. “She calls it her attack dog spell. And it makes the victim rabid until they drop dead with bloody eyes.”

“What….did it do to you?”

“I….I eventually broke through the rabid behavior, but I was still at the mercy of Rowena removing the spell completely. And she was persuaded to do so, but it did have lasting affects…” Cas wouldn’t meet Claire’s eye. He was carefully choosing his words. “The spell might have killed me in the long term, but it did dig deep into my being and shredded everything it touched. I’m grateful Sam and Dean were there for me during that time. The recovery was...longer than I would have liked.”

Claire nodded and ran a hand over her knee. “What happened with Amara?”

“Oh...yes. Amara.” Cas took a deep breath. “After that, Amara was the pressing issue. She took a personal interest in Dean as...he was the last bearer of the mark.”

“Gross.”

Rolling his eyes, Cas chose to ignore that. He continued, “We learned that it took Chuck….um, God – he likes to be called Chuck – and all the archangels to cage her away before.” Claire grimaced. “And there’s only two archangels left.”

“Okay, that’s a not so fun fact.”

“No. There’s nothing fun about that.” Cas shook his head. “And they’re both caged in Hell so….they weren’t exactly available.”

There was a quiet pause where Claire was still processing every bit of information Cas shared. She didn’t miss that he seemed to be growing uncomfortable. He was twitching and pulling at his coat sleeves. And then, it dawned on her. “You asshats freed the devil, didn’t you?”

Defensive, Cas argued, “We….I was trying to do what was best..for everyone.” Claire’s gaze narrowed. “Lucifer was our only option. We didn’t know where or who God was, and Sam was receiving visions as answers to his prayers. Sadly, we were being tricked.”

She nodded. “So, rip the band-aid off. How’d you do it?”

Cas frowned. “I….I couldn’t ask Sam to make that sacrifice again. Lucifer wanted to use him as a vessel again.”

“Again?” Claire coughed. Cas hummed in response. Claire continued, “We need to go back to that later. Keep going.”

“And Dean nee-the whole world needed Amara gone. To do that we needed Lucifer. So I said yes.”

Leaning forward, Claire dropped her face into her hands. “You let the devil walk around in my dad’s body. Your body.”

“I’m not infallible, Claire.”

“My dad would be spinning in his grave...if he had one.”

“Yeah….let’s not tell Jimmy about that. He would be rather upset.”

She lifted her head and stared at him oddly. “Last I checked Heaven doesn’t have cell service. How am I supposed to tell him anything?”

“That’s fair.” Cas shrugged. “These days I feel like anything is possible eventually. I’d like to be prepared.” Claire nodded. “Granted all you need is to send an angel with a note.”

Stunned, it took Claire a moment to speak. “If you weren’t hiding from Heaven...you could talk to my parents?”

“I could.” His voice came out softly. “If there’s anything you want me to pass along to them...let me know. One day I may be able to….or at the very least I might run into an angel I trust that could do that for you.”

Claire shifted her gaze so she was looking out the windshield instead. Quietly, she turned his words over and over again in her head. She was still processing when she gave him a small nod. After a few more minutes she was ready to push that information aside for a while. She turned back to Cas. “So if Lucifer was walking around in…..well, where were you?”

“Oh, um…” His gaze fell to his lap, guilty. “I agreed for him to possess me so...uh, I was right in here..as well. Only, he was in control and I had no way to overpower him.”

“You agreed to be trapped in your own mind?”

He still wouldn’t meet her eye. “Yes.” The silence stretched on long enough that Cas glanced up and saw that the last traces of Claire’s anger had cooled. She looked concerned, and between that and the guilt of his past mistakes, Castiel felt like his airway was being crushed.

“What….what happened next?”

“That’s where...it gets...uh, Dean...would call it fuzzy. I’m aware that he did pretend to be me, but that was short lived. He lost my car. He terrorized Heaven, and Hell. I’m told…..” Cas’ voice grew quieter. “-that Dean, Sam, and some of our tentative...allies..they put a lot of energy into reaching me so I could expel him.”

“Good,” Claire snapped. Cas’ looked at her quizzically. “What? I’d kick their asses if they didn’t fix your boneheaded dumbassery.”

His tone was sharp. “I did what I thought was necessary.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that it was stupid.”

“I know,” Cas barked. They both sat there in their frustration for a bit. “Eventually….Chuck came back and Amara tore Lucifer from me. Problem solved.”

Claire glared out the window. Her jaw was taut. “Don’t do that again.”

“I don’t intend to. It was vile.” Exasperated, Claire exhaled loudly. Cas continued, “Chuck and Amara came to an agreement and the world was fine again. Lucifer was free so I spent my time pursuing him.” He didn’t miss the shiver that Claire tried to hide. Softly, he added, “But there’s nothing to worry about anymore. He’s caged. He’s just a distant memory.”

They sat there in silence after that. Eyes closed, Claire leaned her head back against the glass of the window. “Thanks….for you know, telling me…”

“Thank you for...being understanding,” Cas said gently.

She opened her eyes. “Our lives are insane.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be.” Claire shook her head. “Things suck, but I’m glad I met Jody, and Alex, Sam and Dean.” Her eyes looked sad, but there was a soft smile fighting to stay on her face. “Jack...and you.”

Dumbfounded, Cas nodded. The emotions swelling in his chest felt inordinate. Her words meant more to him than he knew how to express.

“Whoa!” Claire flew forward, putting her hands on the dashboard and pressing her chest to the steering wheel. “Did you see that?”

Castiel tensed. “What?” He leaned forward, studying the view in front of them.

“The lights flickered. Like some kind of power surge.” She opened the car door. “Come on, let’s see what Jack did this time.”

Exhaling, Cas deflated in his seat for a moment. He knew what caused the electrical issue and it wasn’t Jack. Cas took another deep breath and composed himself. He swiftly got out of the car, taking the trash from dinner with him. Before Claire could open the house door, he paused, “Claire?”

She pivoted on her heels, turning around. “Yeah?”

Momentarily, he struggled to find the right words. He knew that he needed to get this out now. “All...um, all you need to do is ask.”

“What?” She looked at him like he grew several more heads.

“In the future...if you decide that you want me around more...or less. Just ask.”

Claire rolled her eyes, and pushed the front door open. “Yeah, yeah. I get it now.” Cas followed her into the house. She went to the staircase and paused on the bottom step again. Her eyes found his. “I’ll consider it when you start doing the same.” She went upstairs, leaving Cas confused in the living room.

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#spn #Castiel #Claire Novak #dadstiel #supernatural #baby jack truthing #An Angel's Vow #my writing #finally a new chapter

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years

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Though winds of change are blowing wild and free - Part 3

Final part of this one. Don't panic, there's another instalment to the series coming soon where it'll all hopefully be sorted out.

I'm playing very fast and loose with the law here so basically nothing is true to life...just go with it.

(AO3 link)

Day 253

It’s a boiling hot day when they think their luck has run out. Aaron’s bent over a car, swearing under his breath and Robert’s filling in some paperwork for one he’s just finished as well as admiring his husband hard at work when he sees it.

“Aaron.” He’s whispering although there’s no one else around except the boss who’s in the office upstairs. Aaron looks up straight away, probably because he called him by his actual name. They use the names on the passports they’ve got here, but in his fright he’d slipped up.

“What?” He nods to the two policeman up the road who are heading their way. “Shit.”

“What do we do?” He knows the odds are tiny that they’re here for him but he can’t take the chance. He wants to laugh hysterically. It’s been so long they’d almost forgotten and now the reminder is right in front of them.

“You go out the back, just as if you were on a break.” He’s making a show of handing him a car part as if they’re just chatting even though his eyes haven’t left them. “Don’t go home, just in case. Go down to the rock, where we went last week, near the river. I’ll come find you.”

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t want to leave him here on his own, feels a bit cowardly to just go, but then Aaron’s nudging him.

“Yeah. Go on. It’s probably nothing but…Go.”

He thinks he makes it look casual enough, slipping out of the back door checking around before he breaks into a run towards the river.

He doesn’t stop until he reaches the little crop of rocks they’d discovered on a walk the week before. It was a good place to sit and they’d enjoyed the peace, as well as the shade from the unrelenting sun. Now he couldn’t relax, eyes darting everywhere.

Ever since his wobble a few months before they’ve been doing so much better, trying to act less like fugitives by hiding out in the cottage all the time, trying to get out and explore the area without drawing too much attention to themselves. Maybe they hadn’t been successful enough and someone had recognised him. He’d grown his hair a little, it was more like when he’d returned to Emmerdale now, although Aaron insisted it was styled a lot better than it had been back then. As Robert had told him it couldn’t have been that bad if he’d fancied him could it. He’d even considered growing a beard but the peals of laughter Aaron had gone into had put him off that idea. Maybe the hair wasn’t enough, maybe one of the tourists that seemed to fill the pretty little village had recognised him.

He’s worked himself up into a proper panic when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

It feels like an absolute age before he turns, slumping back on himself seeing it's Aaron. Still he checks for police, can't quite get his heart to stop thumping. It feels as though it's louder than the river rushing by.

"It's ok. They were looking for stolen cars," He shakes his head, sure he heard wrong. "It's ok, you're fine." Aaron's rubbing his back, holding him close and finally he's breathing slower, doesn't feel like he's about to pass out any longer.

"Stolen cars?"

"Yeah. That's all."

It starts all of a sudden, he doesn't know why but he's laughing, he's laughing so hard he falls back on the rock he's sat on, pulling Aaron with him kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

"I thought...thought that was it.”

"Me too." He sits up looking down at him. "I called Cain when they'd gone, thought I'd see if anything had happened."

"And?" They'd stayed out of contact since Aaron had got no reply from his Mum at Christmas, partly on purpose, partly because they didn't miss home so much if they kept out of touch.

"He didn't say much, but he reckons something is up, some copper hanging round Harriet. I don't think it's about us, he would've said, but it was weird."

"Cain is weird."

"Shut up!"

"So, what now? Back to work?"

"Got the rest of the day off. Told Paul you were ill. So we can do what we want."

"Just stay here a minute." Aaron settles back down in his arms. "You were so calm. I would've...no I did panic. If one day we as have to run I don't know if I'll be any use at all.”

"Yes you will. Ever wonder where your sweater is. The red one? Or your old jeans."

"Uh....Yeah."

"There's a bag n the car. With some of our stuff. Just in case…Just in case our luck ever runs out."

“You think it will?'

"Sometimes. But then I just remember that we've already had more time than we would've had if we'd stayed."

"Yeah."

"We've made it this far...no reason we won't keep making it."

"When did you become so calm?"

“Honestly? Getting out of the village feels like there’s a weight off me. I realise now I spent too much time worrying about other people, what they think or trying to be there for everyone. I miss them, but the obvious aside I’m really enjoying it just being us.”

“It’s not just me then? We seemed to spend so much time fighting over really stupid stuff, or getting dragged into Dingle family meetings over something that had nothing to do with us. Here it’s just you and me. The only thing I’d change is Seb being here.” He feels Aaron’s nod more than sees it. He’s been on the verge of calling Rebecca a few times since they’ve been here just to ask how he is or speak to him, but he’s always stopped himself. It’s too risky. However much it hurts they can’t see him. Really it’s the only thing he regrets about leaving. Once upon a time he would’ve hated himself for dragging Aaron from his family, and maybe he does a little, but their actions and the change in Aaron now they’re out from under the gaze makes it all worth it.

Day 365

Aaron’s on his way back from his daily run when he sees a strange car pull into the small drive at the front of the cottage. He couldn’t make out the driver from the distance and he speeds up the last few metres to see who it could be. They don’t know anyone here except the next door neighbours who welcomed them when they first moved in and since have kept to the odd wave here and there, and their boss and he knows it’s not him because he just passed the garage.

They’d made it a year. Some days he couldn’t quite believe they’d done it. Not just that, they’d made a life for themselves here. Oh they might keep themselves to themselves still but they had made the most of their time together and he could honestly say it had been the best year of their life together. Now he couldn’t help but wonder if it was about to end.

He just stands there as they start getting out of the car, hand on his phone in his pocket ready to call Robert or do something if he needs to, but with a sigh of relief he recognises the first person out of the car. Cain. Followed by Victoria. The third person is someone he doesn’t recognise but he knows Cain wouldn’t lead them into trouble.

He watches for a minute, as they stare at the cottage. He guesses Robert’s not indoors else he’d be outside already. He usually watches for him to come back from his run, old habits dying hard even here.

“Not today thank you.” He speaks when he’s not far from them, enjoying the way Vic jumps in surprise. She looks great though, she’s grown out her hair again and it’s back to being blonde. He’s still curious as to why they’re here and who this stranger is but he just enjoys the hug she’s giving him. He realises he’s missed her more than he’d thought. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Is it Mum?”

“Fancied a little break, nothing’s wrong, and your Mother doesn’t know we’re here.” Cain answers for her. “We need to talk."

“Right, and who’s this?”

“This is Ethan. He’s a friend. Is Robert here?”

“Somewhere.” He’s still a little on edge, he’s not planning on letting them near Robert until he’s warned him though. “I’ll find him. You lot stay out here until I call ya.”

“Aaron, come on.” He hasn’t missed that little whine Vic gets in her voice when she’s not getting her own way. Robert has the same one but it’s a lot more endearing in him.

“No. I’m not ambushing him like this, so you can just wait five damn minutes Vic.”

“There’s someone else you should see before you do.” Cain’s leaning in the car as he speaks and when he backs out Aaron feels as if he’s been punched in the gut, because in his arms is Seb. Older and a lot bigger but it’s his cheeky little monkey, and he’s here, in front of him. “Like I said, we need to talk.”

“Right, in that case you definitely need to stay here until I’ve spoken to Robert.” He glares at them all as he passes, only stopping to brush a hand through a sleeping Seb’s hair.

He lets himself in the door, turning to check they’re staying where he’s told them before going looking for Robert. He’s nowhere to be found until he looks out of the kitchen window and he sees him out in the back garden. He rolls his eyes fondly. One of the first things he’d done when the house had been decorated was set about a veg patch. It hadn’t really come to much this first year but he’d lovingly tended it and if the only edible thing they’d managed to grow was carrots he didn’t care.

“You do know it’s freezing out here don’t you?”

“Just tidying, that’s all. Were you talking to someone?” He straightens up, wiping the dirt off his hands.

“Er, yeah. There are some people here.” He sees the panic and kicks himself, “No it’s fine. It’s Cain, and Vic as well as an Ethan who I don’t know but clearly they do.”

“Where are they?”

“Told ‘em to stay outside until I’d spoken to you.” He shrugs and Robert just grins at him.

“Well that’s kind of rude.”

He shrugs again, he wasn’t thinking of them when he’d said it. “I wasn’t letting them in until I checked with you. There’s one other thing…they’ve got Seb with them.”

“What?” That stops Robert in his tracks and he looks a mix of excited and apprehensive. “Bring them in. I’m fine…really.”

He needs a shower from his run but it’ll have to wait. Whatever they have to say is obviously big, otherwise Cain wouldn’t have come all this way. He was the only one other than his Mum that had a way to contact them.

After they’re inside he can’t help giving them all a warning look, because he might be on edge but he can tell that Robert’s on the verge of panic, the unknown reason for the visit and why they’ve brought Seb making it all worse.

Robert doesn’t even speak, he just lifts a now awake Seb out of his sister’s arms, holding him close, whispering something the rest of them can’t hear. Suddenly all he wants is to be just the three of them.

“Cain, kitchen’s through there, how about you make a cuppa.” He stares his uncle down until he moves, ushering Vic and Ethan out of the room. Nothing is going to be explained while Robert’s still enraptured with Seb and they don’t need them for that.

“He called me Dada, Aaron.” He’s in awe and Aaron wants to cry because he shouldn’t be, he shouldn’t have to be happy that his son remembers him. “He remembers.”

“Course he does. Hey mate, what about me, remember me?” He gets a sleepy nod and arms reaching out for a cuddle and he takes him, holding him close like Robert had. He weighs so much more in his arms now, but it’s a reassuring weight and he doesn’t want to let him go. “There we are. So, first trip to France bug, how was it hmm? Did you give Uncle Cain hell? I hope so.”

“What do you think they want?” He shrugs, part of him doesn’t want to find out. It feels like their well constructed bubble has just been burst and he’s afraid of what’s next.

“Only one way to find out. Here, take him back, I’m all sweaty.”

“Go shower.” He raises his eyebrows at him. “What? I’m not above making them wait. Besides I’ve got a year of cuddles to make up for.”

“Fine. I won’t be long.”

He takes the quickest shower possible, feeling much better after and then they’re all sat around their kitchen table. It’s a bit of a squeeze but he’s sat right next to Robert, one as a united front, the other so he’s close to Seb.

“Right, what’s all this about? You’ve come here with no warning, with a perfect stranger, so it better be for a damn good reason.”

“Can’t we just want to see you?” Vic asks, looking put out at his bluntness.

“You, yeah. But Cain knows better.”

“There’ve been some things happening that…” This Ethan starts speaking but Aaron just holds his hand up.

“I don’t even know you are.”

“Do you always have to be so rude Aaron? We’re here to help you if you’d just listen.”

“Vic, pack it in. We’ve spent the last year looking at every stranger twice just in case so you just turning up with someone we don’t know is a good enough reason to be a little rude.” Robert shifts Seb on his lap so he can grab Aaron’s hand, holding on tight, grounding the both of them.

“He’s a solicitor. He’s been working on your case.” Cain takes over, and Aaron can see he’s fed up with all the drama and it makes him want to laugh. “There’ve been some…developments in your case.”

“What kind of developments? He died. That’s pretty hard to change.”

“Just tell us what’s changed, get to the point, the details can come later.”

“Right. Well, Harriet’s been involved with this DI, and he’s turned out to be corrupt.”

“And?”

“Seems like he knows he’s in trouble and he’s taking everyone else down with him, including DS Wise.” Aaron just sits there stunned. As much as he’d come to blame him for Robert’s predicament, he wouldn’t for one minute have thought he’d be corrupt. “Which is in turn putting various convictions in doubt.”

“Including yours Rob.” Vic’s sitting forward all eager, expression changing when Robert doesn’t immediately appear happy. “You can come home.”

#robron fic

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collabwithmyself · 4 years

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Interlude: Just Like Me

"Did you SEE THAT?!" Maya crowed, leaping off the couch and onto her feet. "That was AWESOME!"

Miles was right behind her, flapping his hands as giddiness overtook him. "I can't take the suspense, Maya, I can't wait another week for this! We've been looking forward to this showdown all season!"

"YES! Did you see the way the Steel Samurai was so cool with his spear?!" Maya grabbed the nearby broom - Miles had abruptly abandoned his chores when they realized the show was about to start - and swung it haphazardly. "See you in Hell, Evil Magistrate," she said, her voice dropping into a deeper register Miles wasn't even aware she was capable of. He stopped trying to grab the broom from her to correct her technique, flabbergasted.

"How in the world did you just do that?"

"Huh?" Maya blinked. "Do what?"

"Th-That! With your voice!"

"Ohhh..." Maya grinned mischeviously. "A girl has her ways."

The pair stood there for a second.

Two.

"Okay, it's a lot harder than it used to be, since I've been doing voice training and all," Maya admitted in a rush, unable to contain herself.

"Why would vocal training make changing your voice harder?" Miles wondered aloud. "...Why would you need vocal training in the first place, in fact?"

The answer cracked him over the head like a wooden rod. No, wait, that was Maya fooling around with the broom again.

"NGHOOH!"

"Whoops!"

Miles rubbed the swelling knot on his forehead, grimacing. "What was that for?"

"Hee... Cain instinct?"

"What? Where do you get these words?"

"Internet."

"Who is giving you access to the internet? Don't you live on a mountain?"

"I usually use Mia's computer whenever I visit to look at stuff," Maya said matter-of-factly.

There was something else he wanted to ask, but it had been very rudely interrupted by Maya whacking him. He racked his brain, retracing his mental steps. She was messing with the broom because they were talking about the Steel Samurai, and Maya had made herself sound sort of like the Steel Samurai, and she brought up voice training when Miles asked... aha!

"Maya, what did you mean earlier by vocal training?"

Maya stiffened, clutching the broom. "I was hoping I hit you hard enough you forgot about that."

"Wha-- why would you--" Miles was bewildered. "You hit me on purpose so I'd forget I asked you a question?"

"Yeah! Let's talk about that! I'm such a card, aren't I?" Maya gave him a toothy grin.

"Maya."

Maya puffed up her cheeks and then let out her breath with a noisy sputter of her lips. Her arms drooped, and the broom slid out of her hands and onto the floor. "Can't you just drop it, My? It's nothing important."

The curious part of him yearned to know what Maya was hiding, even though he had a decent hunch. The rest of him, however, felt regret at seeing Maya so dejected. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat back down on the couch.

"Right. I... I'm sorry."

...perhaps there was something he could do that might be able to coax the story out of her, but if he was wrong, he'd be baring a particularly vulnerable part of himself to someone he still didn't know all that well. Maya didn't seem like the type to be hurtful, but she'd lived in a village with heavy gender roles her whole life, and he wasn't sure if he was mentally prepared to walk her through the basics if need be.

Eventually, he settled on saying, "I had an odd voice when I was younger, too."

Maya perked up. "You have an odd voice now," she said almost immediately.

Miles spluttered. "I do not," he protested.

"Nghooooh," Maya groaned. Miles took a cushion from the couch and chucked it at her.

Once she stopped cackling, she leaned on the couch with an expression Miles hoped was intrigue. "Okay, okay. Tell me about your weird voice."

"Well, it could... very easily be called feminine, I suppose." He folded his hands in his lap as he carefully picked his words. "I had to go through a lot of effort to make it sound the way I wanted it to."

Maya was wearing an expression he couldn't quite read, looking like she was somehow simultaneously staring at him and through him.

"So I, erm," Miles mumbled, all too aware of how little he'd thought this through, "understand what it's like. To be unhappy enough with your voice to want to change it. And I, er, I'm glad you're comfortable."

An extremely awkward silence filled the room, stretching longer and longer. Miles began to fidget in place, squeezing his hands together before releasing, squeeze-release, squeeze-release--

"I'm trans."

Miles stiffened. "O... Oh?" he managed, wincing at how terribly desperate he sounded.

Maya wound a piece of hair around her finger. "Yeah, I realized that being a boy sucked one day, and I wanted to be a girl instead. So I am a girl."

"I don't know," Miles mumbled, tensing, "I found the concept rather appealing."

It took her a moment, but then her jaw dropped. "Wait, you--?!"

He folded his arms across his chest, giving himself a firm squeeze. "I haven't known anyone like myself since I was nine years old," he admitted.

Maya chose this moment to hurl herself over the back of the couch and flatten Miles in something approaching a hug, but was really just a mess of flailing limbs.

"NGOOOH!!"

"I've never met ANYBODY like me before!" Maya shouted, ecstatic. "Do you have any idea what it's like being the only trans person in an entire village that still doesn't even grasp the concept of gay couples?"

"I can only imagine," Miles wheezed. "Please get off my stomach."

Maya chose instead to somehow drop even more of her weight onto him. Miles coughed.

"It's like destiny we met or something, My! This is incredible!"

"I-I don't... wait, aren't only women born with spiritual powers in your village?"

"The spirits said trans rights," Maya said sternly.

They stared at each other.

Then they both started laughing.

Maya collapsed fully against Miles, wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. "Hoo, yeah... once I figured out I was a girl, I was like, I wanna be a spirit medium! Because that's what women in Kurain Village do, y'know? And it turns out, bam, I've got spiritual powers! I think it's probably the only reason anybody in the village actually takes my identity seriously!"

Miles's grin slipped off his face. "Ah... that's..."

But Maya seemed unperturbed. "I think my Aunt Morgan thinks I turned myself into a girl specifically to spite her, which, while a hilarious concept--"

"Maya," Miles said firmly, "you deserve a more accepting environment than that."

Maya deflated. "Yeah, well, it's the best I'm gonna get," she sighed.

"Well, I can say with certainty that you're a woman regardless of whether you can channel spirits."

Maya was silent, resting her face on Miles's shoulder.

"...thanks," she finally mumbled into him.

Miles awkwardly patted her on the back. "Er... yes."

#ace attorney #roleswap au #miles edgeworth #maya fey #turnabout transition #DO NOT TAG AS SHIP #collab writes #collab fanarts #long post

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winchesterwords · 4 years

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“Why Not Me?” Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Summary: The reader is a hunter who has been living with the Winchesters for some time and is quite flirtatious with everyone...except for Dean. What happens when Dean confronts them about it?

Word Count: 2716

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Something I Need” by One Republic

Note: This one is something I thought of one night as I was falling asleep. This one is GN!

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In the tense quiet of the Men of Letters Bunker, an Angel and a hunter were engaged in a serious battle.

“I do not understand the purpose of this game,” Castiel said as he sat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s a staring contest, Cas. The purpose is to not look away,” you explained. His brow furrowed as he continued to stare at you, but you could tell that he wasn’t really getting it. Also, it was then that you realized Angels didn’t actually need to blink. “This is futile, isn’t it?” you asked Sam who sat to your left.

“Absolutely,” he answered with a small smile. With a huff, you broke off the stare and slumped in your seat. Cas still looked just as confused.

“Remind me to challenge Donna the next time we see her,” you grumbled and Sam nodded, trying not to laugh.

It was just another day with the Winchesters and their Angel best friend. You had been tagging alongside the trio for a while now. After meeting Dean on a hunt in Alabama, you had joined them periodically on their missions and then eventually visited their secret hideout and just never left.

Currently, you and the boys were at a crossroads with an angry spirit not far from the Bunker. You and Dean had trekked through a nearby graveyard but still couldn’t find the bones of one David Boss. By the time you had returned home, Sam had announced that he was going to call in the big guns.

Also known as Rowena MacLeod.

You had never met the witch but had heard many things about her from Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Some good, some bad, but it seemed to be a general census that the woman was as powerful as it gets.

“Sam, where’s your witch?” Dean asked as he walked into the library.

“She’s not my witch,” Sam grumbled, but Dean just grinned sending a wink towards you and Cas. The latter just rolled his eyes, already annoyed with Dean poking fun at his brother. You sat back and watch the three of them interact, incredibly entertained.

Not long after, a loud banging echoed through the Bunker, and Sam jogged up the stairs to pull open the door. “Samuel!” a lovely Scottish voice said as light filtered down the stairs from outside.

“Hey, Rowena, thanks for coming,” Sam said, shutting the door behind the witch. You stood up as a petite and fiery woman entered the room.

“And who is this?” Rowena asked as she looked at you, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. You leaned back against the table, taking in your fill of the woman before you as well.

“Rowena,” Sam said, “this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Rowena.” The witch strutted forward and offered her hand to you, you took it in your own with a smile.

“Well, if I knew that you were this hot, I would have asked Sam to call you sooner,” you flirted with a wink. Rowena looked at Sam with her brows raised.

“Oh, Samuel, I think I like this one!” Rowena said as you let go of her hand. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. Castiel watched the interaction with exasperation as usual, but Dean wasn’t as amused.

He never understood how you were so...open with everyone you met. You were a very flirtatious person and he had figured that out quite soon after working a case with you in Louisiana. However, while you tended to flirt with everyone, Sam and Cas included, you never aimed your winks and cheeky grins at him and he’d be lying if that fact didn’t keep him up at night.

It didn’t take long for Sam to catch Rowena up on what was going on. Rowena was very familiar with the kind of spirit that you all were dealing with and knew just what to do to vanquish the rest of the spook that was still hanging around causing issues.

“I am going to need to make a run into town,” Rowena said as she examined the pantry of spices and spell ingredients the Bunker had. Rowena then turned to you with a glint in her eyes. “Care to accompany me, Darling?” she asked and you were surprised by her offer, but then offered her your arm with a slight bow.

“It’d be my honor,” you joked and she took it.

“Ah! See boys,” she addressed Sam, Dean, and Cas, “this is how a woman should be treated.”

“Just go get your spell stuff,” Dean said curtly and Rowena waved him off and the two of you floated from the room. Dean watched after you, his jaw clenched. As soon as the door shut behind you, Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Anyone else catch that?” Dean asked.

“Catch what?” Cas asked, sinking into a chair next to his best friend.

“Rowena and (Y/N),” he said. “They were getting a bit...chummy.”

“Chummy?” Sam asked and Dean narrowed his eyes at his little brother.

“You know what I mean,” Dean said.

“Dean, you know (Y/N), they’re like that with everyone. I don’t think it ever means anything,” Sam reminded him.

“Yeah, whatever,” Dean grumbled. Over Dean’s shoulder, Cas and Sam shared a look that didn’t go unnoticed by the older Winchester. “Stop it, you two.”

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When you and Rowena returned, you both were laughing.

Sam, Dean, and Cas all looked up from their spots at the war table as the two of you skipped down the stairs. “Quite the witch in training you have here, boys,” Rowena complimented. You knocked her shoulder gently with a smile of your own.

“No, not me,” you said with a shake of your head. “I prefer the more physical side of hunting. Isn’t that right, handsome?” you asked Castiel who coughed awkwardly. Next to him, Dean just blinked, trying not to look at you.

“Well, I can’t argue that this one doesn’t have taste,” Rowena said as she walked by Cas, not being shy at all as she checked him out. Cas, who was used to it, just sighed and then followed after the witch to help her prepare for the spell.

Once Rowena had everything she needed, the spell went perfectly. You weren’t the biggest fan of magic. Any time you were around it, it never ended well. You knew that it was a part of being in the supernatural world and understanding it, but still, as soon as the chanting started, you took a step back.

Observing, you noticed how Sam watched Rowena very intently, making sure he understood everything she did. While out with her, Rowena had told you that Sam had a gift for the magical arts. She figured that out of any hunter she had ever met, he was the closest thing to a witch there was.

You hadn’t seen Sam work many spells, but with a mind like his, you knew she had to be right. Dean and Cas helped with the spell, handing Sam and Rowena whatever they needed, and soon enough, purple smoke rose from the pot Rowena was stirring, and then she was smiling.

“Well, there you go,” Rowena said with her signature smirk.

“That’s it?” Dean asked.

“Oh, Dean,” Rowena said gently, “this spirit was not a spirit at all, it was more of a remnant of an evil one long ago. Happens occasionally even if the bones are charred. However with a little bit of magic and the help of my lovely assistant,” she looked at Sam, “we are able to put poor Mr. Boss to rest.”

“It was that easy?” Dean asked.

“When you’re me, it is,” Rowena said with a wink and you chuckled from your spot by the bookcases.

“Well,” you announced, “I say we deserve a drink.”

“I second that,” Sam said. Soon everyone began relaxing. Rowena was going to head out in the morning so the Winchesters offered her a bed for the night.

Just as the witch finished telling a story about a young Crowley, you got up to go to the kitchen in search of another beer. Entering the kitchen, you ran into Dean who was leaning against the stainless steel counter.

“Want another one?” You asked, holding up your empty bottle as you tossed it into the bin. Dean glanced up from his phone that he had been scrolling on and then shook his head.

“No,” he said curtly and then walked from the room without another word. You looked after him in confusion. Dean had been weird around you lately and you weren’t exactly sure why. Although, you knew that he was working through a lot since he got the Mark.

The Mark of Cain had become more of a problem as the days went on. Everyone was trying to find a solution for removing the infernal thing, but so far everyone had nothing. Brushing off his cold shoulder, you grabbed another beer and left to rejoin the group.

When you returned to the Library, Dean was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Dean?” Sam asked.

“No idea,” you said, reclaiming your seat across from Rowena. “He just walked away when I asked him if he wanted another beer.”

“He’s probably in the garage,” Castiel said with a sigh as he stood up and headed out of the library, his trench coat swishing behind him. You turned your attention back to your drink as Sam and Rowena gave each other a knowing look.

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“(Y/N) knows that something is wrong,” Castiel said as he walked up to Dean who was leaning over Baby’s hood.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Dean said with a one-shouldered shrug.

“Right,” Cas said, leaning against the car. “Dean, look at me.” When the hunter finally relented and looked at the Angel, he crossed his arms.

“What?” He asked.

“You know,” Cas continued, “for someone who has always told me to embrace human emotions, you are quite horrible at it.”

“Wow, thank you,” Dean deadpanned with a roll of his eyes, but Cas was not done yet.

“You know that they care about you, Dean.”

“Do I?”

“Do you think that (Y/N) would still be around if they didn’t?” Cas asked. Dean furrowed his brow.

“Are you saying that I am difficult to be around, buddy?” Dean asked, a bit of humor lighting up his eyes.

“At times, yes,” Castiel admitted and Dean shook his head with a chuckle. He should have known Cas was one to always tell the truth.

“So, what kind of wise advice do you have for me this time, Cas?” Dean asked.

“I think I’m all out of wisdom, Dean, but I do know that you’ll figure it out,” Cas said as he headed back inside, “you always do.”

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Later that night, you sat alone in the library flipping through an ancient text. After a while, the words started to blur together, but you forced yourself to stay awake. You had to.

For him.

There wasn’t much literature on the Mark of Cain, but you had to try. Even though you all had combed through every book in the Men of Letters’ libraries, you felt the need to go through it all again just in case any of you missed something.

Reaching for the cup of coffee that now sat empty, you sighed. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” a voice came from behind you. Sitting up straighter, you saw Dean approaching you. He sat down next to you at the table, a tired look on his face.

“It can’t hurt,” you said with a shrug. You flipped another page and then his hand came across yours, stopping you. He then closed the book, gaining your full attention. It was silent for a moment before Dean finally clasped his hands together and looked at you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for being a dick earlier,” Dean said and you frowned slightly.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I mean, I get it.” Dean shook his head, running a hand over his jaw.

“No, you don’t,” he argued. Dean looked at you with almost a pleading look in his eyes as if he was nearly begging you to see the honesty and truth that he was feeling.

“Dean, you don’t have to explain how that thing makes you feel. Besides, Cas and Claire, they already gave me the rundown. Sam, too, so don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not the Mark,” Dean said softly and you froze for just a second before looking at him in confusion. You prided yourself on knowing what the Winchesters were always thinking. They were a lot easier to read than they thought, but at that moment, Dean was a solid wall that you couldn’t break through.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just... You’re just always so flirty with people,” Dean finally admitted and you had to bite your tongue from laughing out loud. Instead, you opted for a slight chuckle. Dean looked slightly embarrassed, but you grabbed his hand to reassure him.

“Is that bad?” you asked, still trying to hide your smile.

“No!” Dean exclaimed and then lowered his voice a bit. “No, not at all. I mean, look at me, who am I to judge, right?”

“And yet?” you asked.

“You never do it with me. The flirting,” he said and you let go of his hand awkwardly. Dean noticed immediately and looked away.

“Oh,” you said, unsure of what else to say.

“Yeah,” Dean said, his voice lower than usual. You noticed that he did that when he was either embarrassed or nervous. Looking at him, you felt emotions swell in your chest that you hadn’t acknowledged in some time. It was easier to not think about Dean when in reality, he was all you thought about.

“I guess,” you began and Dean looked back at you, surprised to hear you actually answering him. “I guess it’s because I get nervous.”

“About what?” Dean asked. His green eyes drilled into yours and you figured now was as good a time as any to be honest.

“With the others, with Cas or Sam, it’s just fun and lighthearted jokes. However, when it comes to you, it’s different.”

“Why?”

“Dean…” you said softly, trailing off. You looked at him, urging him to understand everything you were feeling just through a look. It took him longer than usual to pick up on what you were trying to say and then his face softened.

“Oh,” he whispered and then very carefully took your hand in his. Dean lifted your hand and placed it under his chin, holding it tight as he looked at you. “I never realized.”

“I’m sorry if you thought that I didn’t…” you said.

“Don’t apologize, (Y/N),” he said, shaking his head, his stubble scratching along your knuckles. “I was being an ass and stupid as usual. I guess we both weren’t seeing clearly.” You moved your hand from under his chin to the side of his face. Dean leaned into your palm and it was oddly intimate, but it felt nice.

“Let me help you fight this,” you whispered, your other hand ghosting over the Mark that was branded on his right arm. “Please don’t make me lose you.”

“You won’t,” Dean promised, moving closer to you. “Especially not now. Hell, it’s going to take a lot more than this damn Mark to make me leave you.” Dean then reached forward and cupped his hands around the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Your lips met and you completely forgot about the book that lay in front of you. As you kissed Dean Winchester, the only word that came to mind was, Finally.

In the other room, Sam and Rowena leaned around the corner, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“I told you, Samuel, that friend of yours has good taste,” Rowena said with a grin.

“I hate when you’re right,” Sam said with a mocking smile.

“No, you don’t,” Rowena said and then reached up and patted his cheek with a wink before strutting back towards her room.

Sam rolled his eyes, took one more glance at his brother and you who were finally taking that leap, and then ran after his witch.

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spiders-hth-is-an-outlier · 3 years

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Possibly a big ask to get just out of the blue but: what are your Supernatural season opinions? Which one is your favorite? Least favorite? Did you watch long enough to have showrunner opinions? If yes, which showrunner is your favorite and which is your least favorite? If no, which season that you haven't seen most tempts you to get back in the Supernatural trenches? Answer exactly as many of these questions as you want to. Carry on.

You know, I am not sure how long this Ask has been sitting here, because my Tumblr notifications are borked -- I hope not long? If long, I apologize, I wasn't ignoring it on purpose!

Okay, so I have more than the average number of Supernatural opinions, probably, but I'll try to keep this to a dull roar! Inside Me There Are Two Wolves: one of them believes that only the original five seasons of Supernatural are worth defending in any way, the other really, really loves seasons 11 and 12. The Kripke Era had a lot of problems, particularly in its treatment of women as bodies without agency and its treatment of Black men as literal predators, but also for all its flaws, it had a kind of coherence and narrative drive that comes from being the product of a dude who obviously cared about it and had something to say. Taken on its own, seasons 1-5 are a brutal and compelling story about the traumas of being men in a universe that's been absolutely destroyed by its Fathers: on almost every level, it's about these abandoned and brutalized boys discovering that their entire reality is the product of an abandoning and brutalizing God, populated by authority figures who are universally demanding and arrogant, but also completely fucking useless. It's quite literally about Sam and Dean trying to hang onto their souls and their own agency when everyone around them wants them forced into shapes formed by conflicts that fell into place at the beginning of time. It's hard to remember, but back then even the Lucifer plotline was about that! It was about the damage fathers inflict on sons! Things were about things, in the Kripke era!

Then we get to the Gamble era, and. Woof. I actually -- don't hate 6 and 7? Like everything Sera Gamble touches, those two seasons are kinetic and memorable and funny and weird and hit some really, really great emotional beats. There are Some Problems, but Gamble was saddled with a pretty dire job, trying to find a way forward after everything about the series really had effectively wrapped up in Swan Song, and I think she did an okay job. People got mad at her for killing Castiel, but you know, damn, I give her this: that was a storyline. Like, this character who was fresh out of the cult he was raised in becoming disillusioned by how messy normal life is and deciding that maybe people need better authoritarianism instead -- the way he's driven to take too many risks by the fact that he's abandoned and desperate -- Crowley as a legitimately scary villain while still being charming af -- and the tragic resolution of Castiel being torn apart by both his hubris and his heroism. It's actually really good. I understand why people didn't want what Gamble was serving up -- and I'm able to like it because it was undone later, you know? -- but she really did commit to a full season of character arc and saw it all the way through to an earned ending, and I gotta respect that.

I genuinely hate seasons 8 and 9. I think everyone is a dick, particularly but not exclusively Dean, to the point where I just find it a bummer to watch. I mean, you get Benny, and I love Benny. You get, I dunno, bits and bobs of decent episodes, but overall they are very fucked up seasons in my opinion. So Carver era is on thin fucking ice with me, but I do think you start to get a rebound in season 10 with the Mark of Cain stuff, although I wish they'd managed to keep Cain around longer. All the really good Claire stuff starts happening, which is nice because Claire, but also because for once the show is really letting itself go back and deal with the mess these protagonists leave behind them constantly. Castiel and Claire have maybe the most interesting non-Winchester relationship on the show. Oh, and Rowena shows up around here too, right? Love her. So the back half of Carver, 10 and 11, are starting to really gain traction for me. The world is building outward, secondary characters are starting to be genuine characters in their own right, the politics of Heaven and Hell get a little richer and more interesting. The show is really starting to feel like it takes place in a universe, which is great because we love the Frigging Winchesters, but they shouldn't be the only thing going, right? We have 15 seasons to get through! Season 11 is basically bracketed by what are probably my two favorite Supernatural episodes: Baby and Don't Call Me Shurley. (I think I'm the world's only living Metatron fan; I fucking love that little dude.)

Dabb takes over in 12, and I really, really, genuinely love season 12. I fucking love Mary. There are so many episodes I adore -- Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox is a special favorite of mine, and I remain pissed off that the Banes twins never made it to recurring status, bluntly that feels wildly racist to me -- probably the best three-episode streak in the show is Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets to Regarding Dean to Stuck In the Middle (With You), three just almost perfect episodes. So I was poised to really love the Dabb era. I wanted to! My body was ready!

And I do really love the first chunk of season 13, the Widow Winchester arc. Obviously I'm a romantic, love that for me, but it's just also really good? The acting, the writing, the psychological complexity of Dean wanting Jack to be Bad so he has an outlet for his anger and Sam wanting Jack to be Good so he can retroactively parent himself and raise a Lucifer-tainted child who isn't crippled by self-loathing. Billie's great, and it looks like she's going to start being one of the major powers of the universe. Unfortunately -- with the occasional exception of this or that solid episode -- that's kind of the end of Pretty Good Supernatural. Season 13 kind of unravels; season 14 always feels like it's looking for itself (which is a bummer, because I wanted very much to care about Michael); season 15 is, idk. Idk about any of it, it's all pretty pointless. I feel bad complaining on some level, because the show's been on for like fourteen years at this point! It's kinda justified in feeling a little worn out. But the reality is that the later seasons systematically undo all the expansion that had excited me earlier -- the Wayward Sisters crew pretty much vanishes when the spinoff isn't picked up, Naomi and the angels stop doing anything, Crowley's gone, Mary's gone for much of it. We're just kind of futzing around with monsters who don't seem to matter (very much including Lucifer, who hasn't mattered in ages) and a lot of Jack, who. I try not to shit all over, because I know he's a popular character, but I find him just ungodly boring. Everything in the last two and a half season just feels like it's headed nowhere in particular, and also it bored me. The Empty deal is just sadness porn; it doesn't have any resonance or meaning in terms of Castiel's character, it's just him agreeing to die for his kid, which is okay, it means he's a loving dad, which he is, but there's no conflict there, ergo no real drama. It's just mean; it happens because it'll make us sad, and no other reason. Rowena is the only strong secondary character left, and her ending also doesn't feel particularly relevant to her, it's just a generic Sacrifice to Save the World. Everything just feels like they're autogenerating plotlines, rather than letting the actual needs and drives of the characters shape the narrative. So while I have this weird split personality with Carver where I either hate what he's doing or I love it, most of the Dabb era is just. There. It doesn't make me feel anything except kind of tired and embarrassed. Which is a bummer, because I have an inexplicable fondness for Dabb, probably just because of how much I love s12. I wanted to love his seasons! I did love his first season! I feel like maybe something happened when the CW rejected Wayward Sisters? I know that was kind of his darling, and it feels like maybe losing that kind of sucked the joy out of him, and he's kind of checked-out by the end. That's genuinely just my guess, however.

That's Professor Milo's Intro to Supernatural Studies, don't forget to fill out your course survey on the way out!

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Twin Kingdoms (A3! Event story) - Chapter 9

Haruto returns to practice. Rehearsals run smoothly and before we know it, their first show is here. (Sorry for potential mistakes!)

Chapter 8 | Index | Chapter 10

Haruto: ...... Haruto: It's Haruto. Reni: Enter. Haruto: --Excuse me. Haruto: Please accept my apologies! Haruto: I sincerely regret that I missed rehearsals for two days and was absent without notice yesterday, in spite of having the lead role. Reni: Do you feel better? Haruto: Yes. Reni: If you're not recovered, say so right now. Before anything else, resting your body is most important. Reni: That you couldn't attend practice and were absent without notice couldn't be helped. Reni: Rather, I am the one that is sorry for not noticing your condition and only making demands on you. Haruto: Eh... Reni: You might be thinking that I'm unreasonable and only strict on the GOD Troupe members... Reni: But Shift and you are members of the GOD Troupe, and I think of you as something akin to family that I will continue to be involved with in the future as well. Reni: That's why I direct by thinking about the next performance, and the next, and the future, and what kind of actors I will raise you to. Reni: In that respect, Tasuku will only be treated as a guest performer of the collaboration. Reni: I will communicate the intention behind the directing with regards to the play, but it is not my role to get involved beyond that. Reni: In that sense, I think it is undeniable that there is a gap. Haruto: --. Reni: Also, I believe you have noticed, but... My directing policy should have changed a lot from before. Reni: My directing so far has been one-sided, killing the individuality of the actors and dyeing with the ideals I pursue. Reni: I believed that to be the very best in order to express the ideals of GOD Troupe. Reni: But you, Shift and Madoka threw all of my guidance to the winds at the recent act-off, and I was deeply moved by the performance you rehearsed overnight. Reni: It is also fact that we were defeated by the performance of MANKAI Company, where the thoughts and feelings of the actors are respected. Reni: I was keenly aware that I myself wouldn't be able to reach the ideals that the GOD Troupe is truly aiming for. Reni: My ideals towards plays, and the world view the GOD Troupe is aiming for haven't changed. But I felt that I had to try to change the approach. Reni: You may be confused by the change in what I demand from the actors. Sorry for the lack of explanation. Haruto: --No! You have nothing to apologise for! Haruto: I know that despite your guidance having changed, the direction the GOD Troupe is aiming for has not. Haruto: Thanks to my meeting with the GOD Troupe and being discovered by you, I was able to change my life. Haruto: And because of your strict guidance, I was able to become an inhabitant of a beautiful world of dreams, just like I wanted to become. Haruto: I feel nothing but gratitude towards you, Reni-san. Haruto: Even if the course has changed, my feelings of wanting to grant your ideals with all I've got are unchanged. Haruto: I will never forget your appearance as a former actor, nor your words to have spirit as an actor. Haruto: I plan to hold that in my mind and push forward as an actor of the GOD Troupe. Reni: Haruto... Thank you. Reni: Once this play's run is over, let's have a talk. About GOD Troupe's future. Haruto: --Yes! Haruto: (That's right... Just like Reni-san, the future I am aiming for has not changed. What I am aiming for is the ideal final stage that Reni-san and the GOD Troupe are aiming for. ) Haruto: (Whether I'm the "real deal" or a "fake", I will not be shaken. That is the sole truth within me.) Haruto: (I will continue to do my utmost to respond to the feeling of having Reni-san nurture me with an eye on my future.) Haruto: (I will devote my body and soul to repay Reni-san and the GOD Troupe for having changed my fate. That is what I must do in my life.)

Tasuku: "The 'Dragon's followers' [1] who worship the ancient dragon?" Haruto: "I've never heard of them." Shift: "Same here." Haruto: "Isn't the fact that magic tools were used proof that it's someone from South Agis?" Tasuku: "That may not necessarily be the case. In the underworld, they are traded by North Aria, too." Azami: "In all likelihood, they aren't just random rogues." Izumi: (I was worried about Haruto-kun, but he's made a complete comeback. He seems healthy too - I'm glad!)

Reni: After a 10-minute break, we will continue onto the second half. Haruto: Excuse me, but can I say something before that? Haruto: Once again, I'm sorry for missing rehearsals. Haruto: The whole time, I had my hands full with myself, and I feel like I wasn't very reliable, neither as lead actor nor as leader. Haruto: In order to let this play succeed, I intend to do my utmost as leader for the remaining rehearsal time. Haruto: For the purpose of adorning the dawn of a new GOD Troupe, I'm counting on all of you. Shift: Of course! Tasuku: We're counting on you too. Azami: Sure. Reni: I leave it to you, Haruto. Haruto: Thank you. Izumi: (Haruto-kun's expression says that he's ready to move on. He seems somewhat dependable.) Haruto: --Tasuku. Tasuku: ? Haruto: I got your message from Shift. Though it kind of felt like you just were pitying me--. Tasuku: That wasn't my intent... Haruto: For a long while, I was jealous of you. Haruto: Even though you joined after me, you easily climbed all the way to the top, and excecssively stood out with your blessed physique. Haruto: You were the thorn in my side who was constantly complimented by Reni-san. For the longest time, I hated you. Tasuku: ..... Haruto: Whenever we were together, I simply felt annoyed,　and when we co-starred together for the first time in a while, I remembered that feeling. Haruto: But I will put all of that into my performance as Cain and act it out. That is my Cain. Haruto: In order to draw closer to the ideals that Reni-san's new GOD Troupe is pursuing, I will make use of any emotions and do anything. Haruto: There is no doubt that I am acting for Reni-san's, for GOD Troupe's sake. That is something that you can never do again; a pride only permitted to me. Tasuku: ....You're right. That's just like Yamada Genta. Haruto: Hah? Don't ya get cocky! Tasuku: Pfft. Haruto: Geez, as always, you're annoying.

Haruto: Izumida, it would be better if you could put more anger into that. Haruto: Tasuku, it will be easier if you come out sooner. Azami: Got it. Tasuku: I'll give it a try. Haruto: And Shimohira-san, about this sound--. Izumi: (He doesn't just provide advice for acting, he also has extensive knowledge about the production. As you'd expect...) Izumi: Haruto-kun has become quite reliable, hasn't he? Reni: That's because he has the most stage experience and sees the whole picture. Izumi: (His aesthetic sense is similar to Kamikizaka-san's as well. It feels like Kamikizaka-san is at ease and leaving it to him.) Izumi: (Also... After his breakthrough, he's become able to make himself look beautiful and express Cain's deep emotions.) Izumi: (I'm excited for the first day of performance!)

Azami: Face down a bit. Shift: This is weird. Azami: That's my line. Shift: Having you stare so hard at my face in such close proximity is a first, isn't it? It kind of makes me want to laugh. Azami: That should be my line too--you can face forward now. Shift: ....You know, I really want to make this play with Haruto-san in the lead role a success. This is making me psyched up in a different way from that time when I was the lead. Shift: So far, I was fine with performing as long as I myself could stand on stage, but now I think this way. Azami: I thought the same when Taichi-san played the lead. Let's knock 'em dead starting with the first day. Shift: Yeah.

Staff: Five minutes left. Haruto: ...... Shift: Alright, now a word from the leader! Haruto: Don't handle it so carelessly. Haruto: I don't know about MANKAI Theatre, but here at GOD Theatre, we are only allowed to show a complete 100% from the first day. Haruto: ....But, here, we have 3 people with experience as the GOD Troupe's top. 3 people who have been acknowledged by that Reni-san. Haruto: The remaining person only has 1 year of experience on stage, but he's a big newcomer with the attitude to manage such a big stage. Haruto: With these 4 people gathered here, there is no way that we can't do it. Shift: That's right! Tasuku: Naturally. Azami: Yeah. Haruto: Tasuku, even if you've left the GOD Troupe once, only for now, I will have you show the most beautiful play in this GOD Theatre. Haruto: Right now, you are one of the actors who embody the GOD Troupe's beautiful world of dreams. Tasuku: I got it. Haruto: Must be fabulous!

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[1] The word used can also mean kin, clan or dependent.

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Ice cold eyes❄️

❄️Anders Cain smut yeahh. Don't worry you don't need to watch the movie, just keep in mind he's a hockey player with daddy and anger issues.

✨As usual reader is first person and neutral. The dialogue is fun but the text gets super explicit at the end. Be advised. TWs include sex obviously, daddy calling, feet kissing and cum swallow.

🙏Don't forget to like, reblog or comment anything if you enjoyed this piece of moral depravity ^^

Being Anders' neighbor was weird. Some days I could listen to him screaming at the tv or at the cellphone. Some nights I could hear his bed moving around while he had sex. Sometimes his apartment would stay in absolute silence for almost a month. Other times I could listen to him crying in the dark. Those usually came after he had a phone call with his dad.

Tonight was one of those nights. I have a really good hearing so I could always hear his cellphone's ringtone. I paused the Netflix show I was watching and silently walked towards the wall so I could hear him better. Anders' 'hey dad' was kinda of shy. There was some silence. He tried to speak but his father on the other end of the call interrupted him. Anders listened to whatever his dad was saying in silence, except for an occasional deep sigh. He tried to speak again but was interrupted once more. Anders finished the call with a "yes sir".

I knew what was coming but I couldn't take myself away from the wall. I listened to the few dragged footsteps Anders made before collapsing on what I assumed was his couch. Anders cried as silently as he could, I never saw his tears but I could listen to the sniffs. At this point a huge part of me had already decided going to his house so I could help him in some way. I had to wait for the next stage though.

Anders got up and growled. Like a feral animal he approached his punching bag and started to beat the shit out of it. After living next to Anders for more than a year I could actually pinpoint when he was casually training and when he was having one of those anger releasing moments. I walked around my house trying to come up with an excuse to pay him a visit while the punching continued.

There was not a cup of sugar or borrowed plastic pot or any favor to return. We barely ever talked to each other apart from the eventual good mornings and good evenings we would say to each other when we crossed on the hall. Hell I only knew his name because I heard some of his friends saying it in own of those boys nights they have.

I pressed my lips and frowned in disappointment before walking back to the wall. The punching had stoped. I took a deep breath while gathering the courage to actually go talk to him. I left my apartament and walked towards his door still minding my steps as if I was doing something imoral (like invading his privacy). It took me a couple moments to actually knock on his door. I heard him moving around, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone.

When Anders opened the door the first thing I noticed was the bandaid on his nose and the little wound on his left eyebrow. And of course his eyes were bloated due to the recent crying. We were both wearing the same clothes: sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He sniffled hard before talking softly.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." I switched the weight on my feet, "I know you have been crying."

Anders looked at me like I've just caught him completely naked. His eyes traveled to my bare feet and up to my head real fast. They crossed the hall and then stopped at my eyes. It felt like there was more than one sentence forming inside his head at the same time. I purposefully passed my hands on my arms and elbows. He blinked a couple times before inviting me to come in as I knew he would.

The punching bag felt familiar even though I've never actually seen it. I spotted the couch too and the tv. His apartment had the same blueprint than mine and yet it looked really different. I could tell that some of the furniture was too expansive to be there. And the whole place smelled like the cleaning products I couldn't afford to buy. In an instant I remembered all the occasions I would hear the broom and the vacuum working at his apartment. Anders' voice took me out of my own thoughts.

"I'm sorry you heard me." He came from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"You don't need to!" I reassured him.

"No." Anders shook his head, "I shouldn't cry like that. I'm a grown up. I can take it."

I actually chuckled upon hearing that. He looked offended so I quickly grabbed the glass of water to assert some kindness.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... that's not what being an adult is about. At all! Besides my relationship with my dad is also not good so I can definitely relate."

"You heard the call too?"

"Come on Anders we've been living next to each other for over a year man!" I almost spit the water when I realized what the silence he made actually meant. He never told me his name. I chuckled again, embarrassed this time, "Sorry, I heard your friends calling you that."

He quickly looked at the wall as if trying to see through into my apartment.

"My hearing is above average good, I guess." I smiled akwardly, "And the walls are super thin."

"Actually now that I think about it." Anders looked at me again, from head to toe like he did at the door, "I've heard you to."

Hearing that made my spine freeze. I replayed all my days in my mind. I work from home so I basically stay indoors 24/7. I often listen to music but never loud enough to disturb anyone. I also listen to podcasts while cooking and always end up crying with Netflix shows not targeted to my age. What has he heard??

"what have you heard?"

Anders actually smiled. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of expensive wine and two cups.

"Are you in a hurry?"

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We spend some good forty minutes talking on his couch while drinking wine and eating sunflower seeds. Anders said it was about the gains. 'Sunflower seeds are for the winners!', on his words.

We exchanged cooking recipes and cleaning techniques. We also talked about how hard (yet good) it was to live alone. I talked about my work at the computer and he talked about his hockey games and how he would sometimes travel to play far away leagues, which explained his occasional absence.

As the alcohol made it's magic we started to talk about more silly stuff. He said that I had a really bad taste in music, which I agreed. I said that once I found out his name and heard his friends using all this sport vocabulary I googled 'Anders + hockey' to figure out who he was. And I was actually quite surprised he was considerably famous even though I had no idea who he was. I almost considered selling his address to crazy fans. That made him laugh

"How are they like?" I poured more wine into both our glasses, "The fans I mean."

"Eh, you know." Anders shrugged, "Some of them want to drink a beer with you. Some of them want to kiss you. And some of them want to kidnap you."

"And have you ever been kidnapped?"

"Only on purpose." Anders winked at me. That made me smile. His beard was not really my thing but looking closely he was indeed quite attractive. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

"I mean, I'm at your house and you're drunk. I could very much kidnap you right now couldn't I?" without putting any thoughts into it I raised my feet to the couch because they're so so damn cold. Anders grabbed my feet softly and placed them on his lap.

"You're also drunk. Do you think you can keep me here?"

"At this point we both know that you can only get kidnapped if you're willing to. So the question is: do you want me to kidnap you, Anders Cain?"

He looked at me with those bright blue eyes of his while gently caressing my feet. Slowly and without taking his eyes off me Anders brought my left foot closer to him and kissed it. No one has ever done that to me. And very few people have looked at at me the way he was looking.

"How much do you think you father would pay for your rescue?"

"Honestly? Not much..." Anders placed my foot on his lap again and for a few seconds he looked away from me. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Let's put it this way then." I placed my almost empty glass of wine on the expansive mat, "What about you being daddy tonight?"

The look on Anders' face made it clear that no one has ever offered him such position before. And I was so glad I could be the first to help him explore such profanity. His hands moved from my feet to my ankles. I got closer to him and grabbed his glass of wine to placed it on the mat as well. From this distance I could see a little bit of gray in his eyes. We kissed.

At first softly. His beard felt weird against my cheeks and chin, but not for long. I could taste the wine on his lips and mouth. Once his tongue came into play I felt his hands on my thighs. That made me kiss him even harder. It's been more than a month since the last time I had sex, I definitely missed the touch. I tried to jump on his lap but he grunted in pain and quickly asked me to back away.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Hockey stuff." He briefly explained before taking off his shirt to reveal the wounds around his ribs and shoulders. In the heat of the moment that only made me desire Anders even more. I took my shirt off and got up to get closer to him. I gently placed my hands on his waist before kissing him again.

"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'll be gentle daddy."

That made Anders hyperventilate briefly, which of course only made me proud of myself. I kissed his big hands. Then I kissed his forearms and biceps. His shoulders were broad and strong and yet lean. I kissed his shoulders and back being careful not to put too much pressure of the wounds. He flinched slightly but didn't ask me to stop.

Facing Anders again I grabbed the sweatpants and lowered them slowly. His eyes followed mine like that scene from karate kid. That made me feel powerful but I promised 'daddy' I would be kind. I would bring him to orgasm. I would bring him to forget his problems for a while. I would bring him to relax.

I grabbed Anders' dick in order to pull him into his room, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. His bite made electricity run through my whole body. When we parted he looked at me with such predator eyes. Blue as ice. Sharp as a knife. Terrifying is not the best word to describe it but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Suddenly I remembered all those videos I digged up online of Anders beating the shit out of other hockey players. Did he look at them the same way he was looking at me? Did they like it as much as I am? Unfiltered duo to the alcohol I whispered.

"You're crazy."

"You like it." He whispered back.

It felt like we should smile but we didn't. Our eyes kept locked in a horny stare. I grabbed his dick again and pulled him into his room without taking my eyes off his. Same blueprint. The thing that catch my attention was the daisy flowers on Anders' bedstand. They seemed out of place for some reason. Or maybe I just didn't know him well enough.

I made him sit on the bed, back on the headboard. He made himself comfortable and I got naked in front of him. He looked at me from head to toe for the third time that night. I licked my own lips in anticipation. His dick was rock hard. Inviting me.

I crawled towards Anders. My hands caressing his ankles and thighs. I kissed him in the mouth again before kissing his neck. He grunted with my weight on him, but only slightly. I then proceeded to kiss his chest and nipples. With my mouth I followed his blonde treasure trail. I kissed his balls testing their sensitivity. Then licked his dick from base to head. When I finally put his cock inside my mouth Anders shivered a little.

His dick was not too long or thick. It was avarage but it only made it easier for me to do my thing. I absolutely took my time. I payed attention to every moan and slight movement Anders made. Slowly deciphering what he liked best.

When I felt like he was approaching climax I went faster for the final prize. He started to moan louder like I've heard from my apartment. I recognized it. I knew it was time. I swallowed his dick into my throat until I felt my nose touching his pubes. He cummed hard into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I swallowed spunk after spunk of his delicious cum.

After his orgasm I kept sucking his dick until it became soft again. Anders kept moving his finger toes around and grunting in pleasure as I finished my job. When I eventually got satisfied I moved to get off the bed but Anders pulled me back to a kiss. His eyes were still as blue as ice but they looked at me with much more kindness now. We both took a deep breath before kissing again.

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I didn't like to sleep in the house of the people I had sex with but my apartment was literally a few steps away so I didn't mind. Anders and I took a shower together. We were more sober at the time and talked drowned in the kind of intimacy only an orgasm can grant you, even if temporarily. I slept on his bed with him. We woke up a few times because I would accidentally put my weight on one his hockey wounds.

In the next morning he left to train and I left to my apartment for working. He spend a couple days away and I caught myself checking the hockey leagues every now and then. We had sex some other times after that. I don't know if we consider ourselves friends but one thing is for sure: at this point we know each other better than anyone.

#Anders Cain #FoxtrotFanfic #Wyatt Russell #smut #goon last of the enforcers 2017 #as you know english is not my first language #I'm literally so proud of this writing #also this was the hornier i got so far #hope y'all enjoy :D

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Magnificent Scoundrels- Prepare

Some character insight. I’ll be doing what everyone thinks about the current situation. As always, if you have any requests, cool ideas, criticisms, comments, or concerns, feel free to tell me. Enjoy the story!

“Diplomacy isn’t worth a damn if you know all their secrets.”

Mass Effect Galaxy

The Citadel

Admiral Adam Vir sat quietly upon the balcony of his hotel room, staring out at the beauty of the Citadel. A glass of something unknown and very fruity was in one hand, and his other was entwined with Sunny’s. Her beautiful blue carapace was glinting in the light of the nearby sun, and she was perched upon a chair suitably reinforced for the Drev frame. A ridiculous, but quite cheery, old song wafted through the air.

“Everybody loves somebody sometime

Everybody falls in love somehow…”

It was rather like a vacation, he thought to himself as he settled back comfortably. It was, indeed, one of the most vacation-like atmospheres he’d had in a while. An absolutely gorgeous hotel room, with an equally stunning view, and complementary room service. Being on the delegation team certainly had its perks. Of course, a vacation was much more than location. It was more with who you spent it with.

“Everybody loves somebody sometime

And although my dream was overdue

Your love made it well worth waiting

For someone like you.”

Quite a fitting song, actually. He’d never admit to choosing it. He was cheesy, yes, but not quite that cheesy. Or, at least, he thought he wasn’t. He’d been told quite frequently otherwise. Usually by Sunny.

Too bad, though, that it wasn’t a vacation. The imminent threat of massive destruction hung over the Citadel like a thunderhead. He softly smiled at his own simile. It was… well, actually quite literal. From the balcony of his room, he would see the silhouette of the Watch Eternal, its massive bulk ready to rain destruction upon an half-suspecting populace.

Strangely, he didn’t feel any tension. He looked to his left with another small smile. With Sunny around, everything just felt… right. There were no problems, no tension, nothing he couldn’t handle. Instead, there was only peace. Tranquility. Love.

All of these thoughts were shattered by the pounding of boots on the hallway floor and a sharp rapping on the door. Both Sunny and Vir shifted, both getting up with the alacrity of warriors. Moving slowly towards the door, weapon in hand, covered by Sunny, he slowly opened it. Never knew what to expect, especially in a high tension situation like this.

Swinging open the heavy, old fashioned mahogany door revealed the grinning face of Peter Quill.

“Adam,” he said. Vir nodded inwardly. Quill never bothered with titles, something that Vir approved of. Always having nervous people call him ‘Admiral’ was bothersome. “I wanted to talk to you.” Vir nodded. He gestured at Sunny with a half awkward cough.

“Quill, this is Sunny, my weapon’s officer. Sunny, I believe you already know of Quill.” Sunny gave the Drev equivalent of a smile, though only Vir saw it.

“Admiral. Captain Quill. I’ll take my leave.” She walked past them and out the door.

“Uh, yeah. Sunny was just in here to discuss-” Quill cut him off.

“I may be unobservant, but I’m not that unobservant,” he said. Vir opened his mouth to say something (deny it, explain it, embrace it, he still didn’t know), but Quill waved his hand and plunked himself down in an uncomfortable looking chair. “I’m in the same position, if it makes you feel any better.” Yes! Of course! It was one thing remembering old movies and new briefings, but another entirely when someone was talking to you in person.

“Yes… I, uh, rather suspected.” He paused, thinking. “Wait a minute…” He recalled the advice given to him by Drake, seemingly a lifetime ago. He had kept it in mind ever since.

I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me with that. In fact… well, I can’t tell you, now can I? That would be me breaking trust. Let me give you a bit of advice, though. Keep it a secret, because there are people who will kill you for it.

“Did Drake give you the same advice?” Quill looked up sharply.

“Yeah. Yeah, he did.” He laughed. “That’s funny. Matter of fact, I wonder if anyone else on the team is… in our position. There are certainly people who could be.” Vir rubbed his chin, considering.

“Drake straight up told us he doesn’t care. He might be, but… you never really know with that guy.” Quill nodded.

“True. Very true. What about Master Chief?” Quill asked.

“I don’t think he even understands the concept of romantic love,” snorted Vir in response. “There aren’t aliens were Cooper’s from, so no for him. Kirk?” “Maybe. Still not sure. He’s kinda a more classic good by-the-books officer. At least compared to us. Don’t know much about him,” said Quill. “Cain? He’s been on your ship.”

“Ha. Cain’s job description is to shoot people like us through the head, so, definite no.”

“Solo?”

“Also no. But Shepard…” trailed off Vir.

“Maybe. Got enough hot aliens on his crew.” Quill stood up. “And from what I’ve heard, they don’t care about inter-species relationships here.” That was true. The galaxies of Shepard, Kirk, Quill, and Solo didn't seem to care as much about that sort of thing.

“Weird how that works; some places don’t care, some do, some people care, some don’t,” observed Vir. He looked back up to the shadow of the Watch Eternal. It seemed much more menacing now.

“Yeah. But that wasn’t the reason I came here in the first place,” replied Quill. He leaned forward. “I wanted to know: can I count on your support if shit hits the fan, which it might?” Vir nodded.

“Yes, you can. Let’s hope it doesn't come to that.”

Thomas Drake sat alone in his room, the shut shades throwing light from bedside lamps in strange patterns around the room. A glass of simple lemon water sat on the broad desk he was occupying, idly making a ring in the synthetic wood. The hotel air conditioner hummed in the background, its noise enough to drive most into turning it off and complain to the management about its incessant racket. Not Drake. He had chosen to turn it on to maximum, the frigid air welcome on the horribly scarred tissue of his arms and chest. His usual jet black greatcoat, boots, and gloves had been discarded and were now carefully hung in the borrowed closet.

Drake did not simply wear them as a fashion statement. Oh, of course, they fit his style, intimidated his enemies, and brought out his most handsome features, but, like him, there was much more than met the eye. Tailored by a master to perfectly suit him, every item was woven with fibres strong enough to stop bullets, and a small cooling system in each one save the gloves. Drake looked sardonically at the skin of his upper arm. Yes. Cooling systems were necessary. The sweat glands of his body had been ravaged by wound after wound, by horrifying burns and scars. The worst was on his chest, the ancient reminder of his old platoon. Many burn victims, or those with extensive scarring, had trouble regulating their body temperature. Not him. No weakness would slow his inexhaustible march. The outfit covered all the weakness, all the pathetic failings of his flesh. In it, he was Thomas Drake, mercenary extraordinaire and the most interesting man in the galaxy. Flawless. Handsome. The epitome of personal perfection.

The scars never reached his face. Many people knew of them, but it was never public knowledge. His crew had seen him shirtless; for the most part they knew the story. Various… individuals knew of them, having the chance to gaze on them in intimate moments. He smiled quietly to himself. The old adage that scars were attractive was quite true for some. Of course, his charisma was enough to twist even the most hideous of burned tissue into captivating items of personal valor. Those… individuals would not share his secret.

The boots were armored and magnetized; additions that had saved his life in more than one occasion. The gloves were specially made to be able to grip things better than a normal human hand would, and electric circuits ran through them, allowing Drake to stun or kill with a single punch.

The coat also had another purpose: concealing weapons. The results of this purpose were currently spread over the desk in Drake’s room. There was no way he was going into a situation such as this without a plethora of deadly weapons at his command. Too much was unknown, too much was riding on his contract and reputation. So these devices… insurance. Circuitry was cleaned, bullets loaded, plasma cores were analyzed, and armor double, then triple checked.

He sighed, then leaned back in his chair. Perhaps he should go out… maybe for a drink. Scout out the area. Eat at the new (to him) restaurants of the citadel. No. Not yet. Those were all distractions. Duty first. Business before pleasure. He went back to loading bullets into the dozens of magazines scattered around his workspace.

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17 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 11:13:29 GMT

2021, I am only now getting into Critical Role!

So far my faves are Yasha and Mollymauk, one that goes missing every 10 episodes or so and the other I KNOW will die!!... YAAAAY!!

35 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 10:25:38 GMT

Look, I love Beau/Yasha as much as the next bi/gay/wlw lady, but I must admit, the best ship in Critical Role so far has been Marisha/Gil The Dice!

Their relationship has so many highs and lows!

I am only on episode 28, and I want to see where this goes!!

CAN THIS MARRIAGE BE SAVED??

58 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 23:05:33 GMT

Repo! The Genetic Opera is a coming of age story about realizing you don't have to make the same mistakes of the previous generation just because you came from them.

If you bitch and moan about Shilo, the song "Seventeen" or how "They didn't explore *this* or *that* theme and left it only as a backdrop!" you are, IMHO, from my own viewing of the story, MISSING THE EFFING POINT!!

Yes, the backdrop world is effed up and weird and bad and needs to change, but so is OURS!! AND THAT'S THE POINT!! Shilo was born into a world with so many problems and so much screwed up shit!

The movie covers her character arc, which is illustrated in 3 songs: "Infected", "Seventeen" and "Genetic Emancipation" the first one serving as her "I want song" that also illustrates what her grievances with her situation are, the second one, "Seventeen" is a representation of her, finally, fully rebelling against the things she was born into without fully understanding how it affects her, and "Genetic Emancipation" is about her fully understanding things, finally... She embraces it, so she can let go, that literally what "Oh, I have hated and loved you, I have hidden behind you, now I finally see (...) The truth is my legacy is not up to my genes" means, in a story that has, mind you, so far, used "genes" and "genetic" in the same way we use bloodline, family and destiny and fate even.

Its not a dystopian coming of age story, its a coming of age story were a dystopia, that is very much an exaggerated version of our world, is the backdrop... It does serves a purpose, but its not what the story is about...

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... I think nothing in this world ever made me as furious as these tweets ever did...

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #A year of me being being pissed at capitalism and enjoying Critical Role

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RE: storylines. I’ve been saying for almost two years now that their storylines seem to either make no sense or they just go on for so long that nobody cares. There’s scenes being repeated again and again for weeks on end with no way of moving forward. It’s like they’ve had two hats - one with characters and one with storylines - and just picked them out and decided that’s the storyline they’ll give them. It’s just not good in the slightest, and this is the worst ED has been in decades.

Yeah. Everything seems very contrived and motivations are very confusing or don’t make any sense or feel extremely “just go with it because this is the plot we decided on arbitrarily”.

And storylines are either too long and too repetitive or barely existent.

I mean I barely even know how to describe the Jamie and Malone sagas. The Vinny/Paul stuff at least feels regular repetitive and too long. But the Jamie and Malone stuff are just bizarre.

I mean the Malone stuff started pre Covid and it’s still going on. And it started as a Will story and then dragged in Billy and Cain and then once Harriet and Dawn got involved, Cain sort of dropped out of that. And now Billy is out of it for the most part. And Malone’s been dead for a while now, like months and it’s just this weird stagnant thing. But it has spun off into this two second brothers at war plot with Billy and Ellis and now Dawn is getting back into prostitution and is gonna offer to sleep with Jamie...what?! And there’s this stuff with Harriet and Will’s non wedding. And meanwhile, the body is buried in a pretty good place and the police literally don’t seem to care or be looking into it anymore. Long hair DS Wise has disappeared. Just...what’s the point anymore? Either have them get discovered and deal with it or let them get away with it and move on. I really feel like the Christmas twist is going to involve finding Malone’s body in some insane way and I just already don’t care. Because it was self defense. And all the cops know Malone was dirty. The whole thing is nonsense.

And then you’ve got the Jamie thing which started out I guess as the Belle affair so it’s been going on since the start of Covid. And it’s still going and it doesn’t seem like there’s any end in sight. And I always have a problem when stories like this hit and run thing go on so long that the victim is like...totally fine. So it sort of feels like “who even cares who takes the blame anymore, Moira is just fine now”. I mean at least when the Emma secret over James’s death lasted a year, James was actually dead. And for example, Robert didn’t actually die, but that story was wrapped up in like two months really. It just all seems really pointless. And Jamie just had a complete personality transplant for all of this. And it’s just branched out to suck in so many other characters that even when you have multiple facets of it playing out in a single episode as different plots, it’s still all one plot. It’s like the Bermuda Triangle of stories. Because right now it’s got the actual hit and run story which currently has Nate taking the fall which is inexplicable that the police could accept this considering a paid witness placed Belle in the car at the right time but okay sure. And that has sucked in the Tracy pregnancy stuff. And then you’ve got Belle having a breakdown by herself and hearing Lisa’s voice for...some reason. But it doesn’t feel like it’s really to deal with any kind of serious “she’s having a relapse” purpose. And then you’ve got Cain and Moira’s “we’re probably getting back together I guess” story involved. And there’s the Sam and Lydia strain. And then there’s Mackenzie getting involved just because. Plus you’ve got Andrea running around still. And she’s sort of sucking in Will. And Will is also getting sucked in through Dawn who is starting to get absorbed by it as well. And I guess they’re waiting for Kim to return for it all to wrap up?!? Maybe?!? It’s too much. This plot is a monster and it’s eating the whole show.

And then there’s just like everything else that gets little tiny slices of screen time to do with what it will. And even still you have stuff like the Dan and Amelia stuff which was repetitive and thankfully seems to be over. You’ve got the Leyla/Liam/Gabby stuff which is always the same scene and rarely moves forward. Then there’s Charity self destructing with a bottle of cider in the background and Chaddy going in frustrating circles you wish would end.

They just have so much they need to sort out. The show needs balance, from a character and story perspective. They need to attempt to allow for character driven drama at times instead of so very many contrived things. Like yes...because plot but also it still needs to make a modicum of sense.

I don’t even think I could write Plotdale of this stuff because I need to understand the plot enough to properly mock it and I...well...don’t most of the time.

#Emmerdale complaints corner #sorry these rants just get really long #I should reblog more art

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Skulduggery Pleasant: Raising Cain - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - Perchance for cain

They laughed on the way to the Sanctuary, and hugs with Bear and Weasel were mandatory – for Stephanie only – and they were finally able to find out what had happened.

“Serpine’s men had amour and weapons,” Bear told Stephanie. “And they were in a small room and made sure to split us up.”

“We work better together,” Wolf said.

“Always have. And with others in the room we didn’t have a chance to fight to our strengths. They knew that would happen, but we rushed into it and didn’t realise until too late,” Bear said. “We were very lucky to have you, Stephanie.”

Crow nodded. “Though we do need to help you think up a name still. Calling you by your given name is getting more dangerous every day.”

“She’s Cub,” Wolf proclaimed. “Right, Cub?”

“Yeah!” She said, putting her hands in the air. They high-fived.

Crow made a movement that was likely an eyeroll. “But you still need a real name. Code names are good for missions, we’ve needed them for a while I suppose, but that doesn’t change the fact you need a Taken name.”

“Hey,” Weasel said to Stephanie, “you still haven’t told us why you gave us those names.”

“Aren’t you meant to know these things?” Stephanie asked him.

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t know everything. That would be boring. Tell me, why do I get the bad name?”

She tilted her head at him. “You don’t have a bad name.”

“Oh God,” Snake said. “She’s already acting like Skul.”

Stephanie flipped her hair back and began pointing and explaining – she pointed to Skulduggery, “Crow, you always brought weird things, like crows get stuff for their nests.” She pointed to Ghastly, “Panda made me a panda bear when I was little and it was the first thing he gave me and my favourite toy, so it became his name.” To Anton, “Bear, you got me things that made me think you were trying to be all tough and not super cute but also wanted to spoil me like a marshmallow. I almost called you marshmallow actually but I liked the animal theme so you became Bear.” Dexter, “Wolf, I’m not really sure how it happened, but it seemed to fit the you I made up from all the things you got me. It was always something new, unexpected and I loved it. I could always count on you to get me something when something bad happened too, so I sort of learned you were loyal and trustworthy, so I thought of a dog, but that sounded too tame compared to the other cool names so you’re a wolf.” Saracen, “Weasel, you always got me things I could eat or where I’d find more things to eat when I got there and weasels were good at finding food and getting from place to place unseen. At least to my head when I was a kid that’s how I thought of it, so you got to be Weasel. I like that name.” Erskine, “And Snake, I always thought you’d be telling me to do the stupid things and getting me in trouble on purpose, and then you’d hide and laugh at me, so you got to be Snake. You were always my favourite when I was very little because I’d spend so much time alone and whatever stupid thing imaginary Snakie said to me were usually pretty fun. So, I like it. I like them all though.”

They nodded and grinned. She thought they seemed pretty happy with that. “I like that,” Wolf said. “I’m the coolest.”

Stephanie started to laugh as all hell broke loose and they started bickering over who got to be the coolest.

“Guys!” She shouted at them, finally getting their attention. “You still need to tell me what happened! You got split up but you didn’t tell me anything.”

“Oh, yes,” Crow said, then coughed as if trying to distract himself from his own immature behaviour. “We were split up and attacked with extreme force. We knew Serpine was not to be underestimated but I think when we didn’t see Serpine we didn’t think his lackies would be any good. Obviously, we were wrong. Though we are lucky enough that there aren’t as many Hollow Men now.”

“Hollow Men?”

“Those paper like things from earlier. They have the single purpose of fighting to the death. Generally they can’t do anything but in numbers they are catastrophic. Eliminating a handful now is the absolute difference between life and death later.”

She nodded.

“The fight didn’t last long. They had a very big man that got a bag over my head and shackled me to a bedpost before I could do much, which bound my magic and stopped me from helping,” Skulduggery explained for her. She had assumed that was what the cuffs did but it was good to know. “I believe the rest of the fight was over as people were knocked out. And now I would like to know what happened to you.”

Stephanie was looked at by them all and Wolf let her have the stage. She hesitated. “Well, it was pretty fast honestly. I just remember attacking this guy and the Hollow Men almost made me sick – I hate them by the way – and Wolf had all that purple mist you told me about on him. He kept screaming at that first guy who was going to hurt him more, so I stabbed him in the chest. Serpine said I killed him.”

They were quiet. “I’m sorry,” Wolf finally said.

She waved him away. “I’d rather he stopped hurting you. But then again, I’d rather never have to see Serpine again, his magic definitely hurts too much.”

“What the–”

“Excuse me I’m still speaking Mr Pleasant!” She called before he had the chance. His jaw snapped shut. “So I passed out in the office after some guy turned up and I don’t remember what he said, just that he was there. I woke in the cell and that guy came in pretty soon after to take me to Serpine and he tried to make me convert to his mission and be his daughter or some shit and I told him to shove it but in less words because I didn’t want to die and I was taken back to the cells with only one smack which I thought was pretty good going considering everything. I tricked the guy into switching around cuffs and then I beat his ass and came and found all you. So you all got save by a little girl. Ha.”

They snorted at themselves and the tension went from the van. “We are so teaching you to fight.” Weasel said.

“I did fight!”

“Better,” Crow said. “If this becomes a habit, if you want to keep up with the people we have to fight, you need to be better. We get the worst, most likely to be killed missions. You will have to sit out of a few until you are up to the standards we expect. I’m sure we can find a few small cases until you’re ready for the big dogs though.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

They told her about Meritorious and the other Elders on the way but told her they were not going to be introducing them at that moment as they didn’t want to have to argue to keep her as their apprentice. Still, she and Dexter would have to go to someone called Doctor Kenspeckle in the Hibernian Cinema, a place he had converted secretly into a small hospital. They had already registered with him as soon as Gordon had died since they knew she was going to be sent into their care.

They waited for the Cleavers to get out the van and they all left, and Wolf disappeared to get them a car – Weasel whispered to her secretively that he was going to flirt one out of the Administrator which had made her blush violently because flirting was weird, but also grin because it was weird in another way – and the others disappeared to sit around for the Elders and Stephanie had to wait for Wolf next to Panda who snored lightly from the pavement. It didn’t take too long before Wolf pulled up next to her and they pulled and pushed Panda awkwardly into the car and then got in the front.

Since they were hoping he would awaken soon and didn’t care how, they put on the radio as loud as it went, making the car vibrated with the music, and they sang along too loud for them to sound good, which Stephanie was grateful for. They drove for half an hour and screamed the whole way, even in traffic, getting a lot of looks, and when they pulled up in front of the cinema and continued to sing until the end of the song, Panda still hadn’t woken up.

Her ears rang, but she was happy to help push Panda from the borrowed car and Wolf pulled him onto his shoulders. She locked the car for him and opened the building doors. He told her where to stand and made her walk through the magic door into the medical practice, making her grin and laugh and run up to the top.

“Who is making that racket?!” A voice shouted from somewhere. Two young men walked into the large waiting hall with smiles. They waved at her.

“Hello,” she said to them. “My friends need help.”

“Who are they?” One of them asked.

“Ghastly Bespoke and Dexter Vex.”

They laughed. “Oh, we know them, are they coming up now?”

Wolf came up sideways with Panda still on his shoulders. “Yeah,” she said. “Where do you want them?”

“This way,” he said. “I’m Civet by the way.”

She grabbed Wolf’s top and pulled him along. “Come,” she commanded. “I don’t have a name yet.”

“It’s a big decision. I’m Stentor,” the other told her and they opened a door to a ward in which Wolf placed Panda with surprising gentleness onto a bed.

She put her hands on her hips. “You need to lie down too.”

He grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah? Why should I?”

“Because you were in a traumatic incident and must be checked for death.”

“For death?” He said, laughing.

“Yes, and if you don’t I’ll tell on you.” He stepped towards her menacingly, but she didn’t move. “And it’ll be awful. You’ll be lectured and told off and still have to get checked but it’ll be worse. What are you doing?”

He didn’t respond, just pulled her to him and started tickling mercilessly. She shrieked with laughter and immediately fell to the floor, hugging her sides and trying to breathe through the intensity of the fun. An old man with grey hair and stern words for Wolf came in at some point but it just made Wolf pretend to roar and pounce on her and he ended up on his knees tickling her until she was screaming that she was about to pee herself and she was pretty sure she did just a little bit before he stopped and they panted, giggling still in her case, and the old man came and stood a foot from them.

“Are you two quite finished?” He said sternly.

“No.” They said at once.

He sighed tiredly. “Get on a bed. Both of you.”

He turned to his assistants and started telling them thing so Wolf and Stephanie looked at each other. They both stood silently and got into the same bed, Stephanie sitting on Wolf’s knees in the most uncomfortable for him way she could.

Kenspeckle turned back to them to tell them something and saw them. “For God’s sake. Your own beds!”

“Oh!” Stephanie said acting surprised. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” She got in her own bed and tried not to grin at the looks she was getting from the doctor, Civet and Stentor.

“Insolent girl. Tell me what happened to you.”

She told him about the brief torture and her time stuck in the cell but after a check over and some food she was told she’d be fine. Wolf was checked last and the other Dead Men came into the ward just as Panda groaned and started to wake up.

They were also sent into their own beds for check-ups though Bear and Weasel got out of that, meaning they could sit on either side of Stephanie and relay the meeting, in which they tried to convince the Elders that Serpine had killed people recently, including Gordon, and had taken them hostage, including a minor female that had been left at the mercy of not just Serpine, who tortured her, but also other known criminals. It had been played up a little to try and convince them but even then, it hadn’t been enough to get a guaranteed stance from the Sanctuary.

“We usually fight alone,” Bear told her reassuringly in his deep, quiet voice. He was the most comforting to have around, so calm and reassuring. Panda came next though she imagined she’d go to him for council and he’d help her, whereas Bear would let her talk and probably then kill or seriously maim whoever tried to hurt her, so they never tried again. It was very nice to have such strong support. She could have used that last year through school.

It was after saying all that they tried to help her with her name. The key word being ‘tried’.

“We need to play to your strengths.”

“Your personality.”

“You like funny things. Something warm and fun would be good.”

“Or something ironic,” Crow pointed out. “You like dark humour too much for something warm.”

“No,” Weasel argued for her. “She could have a warm name.”

“Yeah,” Snake smirked. “Like Flame.”

“That’s terrible,” Panda groaned. He had a bad headache after hitting his head hard and being given a sedative.

Stephanie nodded. “It was pretty terrible.”

“You need something bold. Strong,” Wolf said. “Like Wolf.”

She stared at him. “Wolf is my least liked name.” He raised an eyebrow and she grinned instantly. “I do want a bold name though. Something easy to remember. Not a mouthful. Not boring either.”

“Perhaps something exotic,” Wolf said. “Maybe we should get some books.”

They tried to think up some books or other things they could use to help her but were soon being kicked out of the place by Kenspeckle, getting Stentor and Civet in trouble as they had joined the efforts to think of names. Stephanie was last out and held back for a moment by the doctor.

“Are you alright my dear?” He asked.

She smiled at him. “I haven’t been happier in a long time.”

He sighed. “I would hate to see you get hurt on one of their hair-brained schemes.”

“I like hair-brained schemes. I like crime, in fact. I want to do crime tonight!”

He rolled his eyes. “God, just like Pleasant. You two both have a perchance for cain.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Trouble. It means you’re trouble and I’m going to have to fix you too much. Now go on I suppose but remember to rest or else you’ll be very sore tomorrow.”

She grinned and gave the grumpy man a hug before running down the stairs straight onto the back of Bear who hiked her higher and let her stay there. He really was a marshmallow.

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