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jade-len · 4 months

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bad svsss fanfic/au idea: random marriage/guidance counselor transmigrates into PIDW, sees the absolute mess of lord luo bingge and his harem, goes "jesus fucking christ", and makes bank.

and like. they're probably not even that good of a counselor. it's just that people lack any sense when it comes to bingge, and since he's the emperor, that means pretty much everyone. also because therapy doesn't exist. i'll give them some credit though, whatever they hell they're doing works.

now, while sqq and sqh are having a grand ol' time in SVSSS with their husbands, this random, average counselor has to deal with being in the care of lord luo bingge. no wife beam. no anything. all they have is some basic empathy and common sense people just tend to lack in here for some reason.

it's even worse considering the fact that they've arrived after luo bingge completed his plan and became the hailed demon emperor. now, while they've never full on read the entire thing, they've heard enough from a close friend who has kept up with it to know the main character is the literal embodiment of the cycle of abuse and heavy unresolved issues. like, it got to the point where they started to unironically use luo bingge as an example of how to not deal with conflicts and trauma.

really, how could people like bingge? seriously, it's just another edge lord main character with way too many glamorized issues and abuse. red flag! (hey, who the hell is peerless cucumber and why does he keep defending binghe? lord, have mercy on these impressionable young men...)

so, after being kidnapped taken in by bingge and his wives after the bunch claimed that they were a "wise man" or whatever (all they did was offer some basic relationship advice to some poor woman, who turned out to be ning yingying, who told the other wives, and it just spiraled from there), they were deemed "special" and given their personal office and a room! hey, better than being on the streets in this god forsaken hentai-ish world, i guess.

quickly, a routine was established. one that, especially, consisted of luo bingge outright ignoring them. which, they weren't complaining about!

wake up, eat, meet with multiple of the wives, spend their hard earned money on delicious delicacies, meet with more wives, sleep, repeat. the most interaction they had with the demon emperor was him ordering them around, but even then, that was uncommon. it was, surprisingly, easy to fall into the rhythm of this undoubtedly odd life. you're upset that lord luo hasn't spent much time with you? maybe you can ask! the other wives are being annoying? remove yourself from the situation. you're upset that lord luo has so many other wives? oohhh... yeah. uhm.

luo binghe only tolerated them, they knew that. and they're sure that, if not for multiple of his wives insisting on keeping them, they'd be dead for even daring to be so "intimate" with them. a little bit of a shock, if they do say so themself. like, insecure much (something that they'll probably never get used to is the fact that bingge built an entire little village for his wives, though)?

but that's not the most shocking thing, oh, no.

it's this.

"i- i tried.. i tried to take the.. hiic-- other.. other shizun w-with me.." lord luo binghe, the powerful, almighty demon emperor, trembles and sobs. "b-but he! he wanted to-- s-stay with that.. stupid, inferior version of my- hic- self.."

despite the mountain of gold they're getting paid in, is it really enough to deal with this? probably not. will they get killed for witnessing luo binghe's vulnerability? perhaps. is he a dictator, the embodiment of the cycle of abuse, and a crazily vengeful bastard? definitely.

"it's-- s' not.." his voice breaks. something else inside of them probably does, too. "..n-not, hiic- fair."

should they feel bad? they shouldn't. he's hurt much too many people. isn't it a little late? can he even be redeemed? because, they are absolutely not here to try and "fix" him.

and yet.

"can you breathe, lord luo? deep breaths, don't focus on anything else but me, okay? i'll do it with you too. can you do that for me? there, there. you're doing a very good job, do you know that? here, when i'm upset, sometimes i like to do something called, '5-4-3-2-1'. i promise it'll help, binghe. would you like for me to do this one with you too?"

they can't help but think about a small, lonely boy on qing jing peak.

. . .

after that, bingbing slowly starts to come around and develop an actual bond! cool!! he just,,, can't believe only his wives were granted the "wisdom". how foolish was he?

"i know i'm only a mere human, but i can tell that lord luo is... masking things. you can put that away for now, okay? i promise, everything you say here will be confidential information, and it'll never leak... no no there's no enemy spies here-"

"i'm not even going to question this. you go back there right now and deal with it yourself if you cannot respect me or the other clients. aka, your wives."

"no, it's not stupid. this is how people help themself, and it's okay if you want to do it. as long as it doesn't hurt you or anybody. it helps, and that's all that matters."

"oh? one of your wife confronted to you about it? i'm glad to hear that, she's doing well, i see. i'm also happy that you're listening too, really."

"yes, and when something like that happens, you--- no- don't pull out xin mo now. what did we say about that? good job."

"here, can i touch your hands, binghe? there we go. when you're unsteady, you feel the need to pick at your skin, correct? well, let's try a few different things to keep those hands busy! it must be quite stressful being an emperor. how about we start with crocheting! it's quite popular back at my hometown."

"your mother sounds like a wonderful woman, lord luo. hey, how about you take a small break and visit her, okay? you want me to come with you? of course, it'd be an honor."

and thus, the story of the poor transmigrator counselor continues on with luo bingge added to their schedule!! this could be read as romantic or platonic lol. but i was thinking of this as luo bingge obtaining his first actual friend. it takes a long while due to bingge's... bingge-ness, but eventually it all works out lmao

#they dont give a shit about if they live or not tbh if lbh is acting wack hes acting wack #intended it to be more crac induced yk but... idk with bingge its a little hard bc i get sad lmao #sorry if it seems rushed this has just been sitting in my drafts for weeks uh oh #svsss ideas #svsss #mxtx svsss #luo bingge #pidw luo binghe #luo binghe #pidw #the scum villain's self saving system #i'm so tired

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vidavalor · 15 days

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Why does Crowley in season 2 have sideburns and Crowley in season 1 doesn't?🤔🐍

Because he's actually Elvis in S2. It's a theory I've been keeping to myself for awhile now because I was worried people might think I'd lost it but I feel comfortable enough now with all of you to share that I'm 150% sure that this will be revealed midway through 3.04, when Gabriel will return to tell Aziraphale that he forgot to mention it before he left for Alpha Centauri but he's had the real Crowley in a magical cell in Heaven since the end of S1. The one Aziraphale's been sleeping with since then is actually The King in disguise. (Elvis is supernatural so he can shapeshift, obviously, in case you were worried that I didn't think that bit through.)

Upon learning this, Aziraphale will pause, consider, then smirk and wiggle a little bit while making a dirty joke that involves the phrase "burning love", and then politely ask for his actual Crowley back. When Gabriel shrugs and says it's not his department because he doesn't work there anymore, Aziraphale's flaming sword will appear in his hand to match his rage. He'll slay Gabriel like Adam did the lion outside of Eden (because parallels, you guys...). The King-- who really didn't want to be a part of this and doesn't want to go on together with suspicious minds with anyone anymore-- chooses redemption, whips out his lethal banana (you gutter brains, it's an actual fucking banana...) and goes with Aziraphale to storm Heaven to rescue Crowley. David Tennant's really going to be stretched thin playing two characters at the same time in S3 atop all the flashbacks but we know he can make it work.

When they finally get through Michael (this takes about 40 seconds), our scrappy gang of Az, Elvis, a pair of ragtime singer ghosts played by Nina Sosanya and Maggie Service, and Crowley's two most emotionally damaged plants find the real Crowley curled up in the fetal position singing "All Shook Up" to himself (he and Elvis are permanently psychically linked now but don't worry, it's not a big deal, just a callback to the fly) and the dramatic score swells as Aziraphale rushes over and finally lays one on the real Crowley.

Aziraphale then recaps S2 to the real Crowley, who just stares. The only thing he reacts to is learning that Elvis snogged his girl. In a fit of rage, he has the Maggie and Nina ragtime ghosts (who are also angels, it's complicated) make him holy water and then hurls it at the demonic King of Rock 'n Roll, who lives long enough to sing: "Lord, Almighty, I feel my temperature risin'" before being eviscerated.

We might expect Frances McDormand to return here for this but she doesn't. We will be left wondering why The Voice of God didn't even show up to respond to the dying King and what that meant.

Except remember when I said that Crowley and Elvis were psychically linked?! Yeah. Crowley starts to die and Aziraphale sobs because, really, this was all very avoidable. This is when we all get wibbly because "A Nightingale Sings in Berkeley Square" covered by AI replicating the voice of Elvis plays as Crowley begins to draw the last breath he doesn't need to take. He dies. We're all sobbing. But it's okay because, as the final credits roll, Lord Beezlebub then appears, looks at the ridiculous mess in front of them, just says "this is so dumb", and then zaps Crowley back to life.

I don't know about you all but that really seems the most logical explanation to me. Especially since the alternative is just: "because he felt like it."

#ineffable husbands #good omens #aziracrow #good omens meta #good omens theory #good omens 2 #crowley #i should probably stop drinking coffee #i love all our theories so much you know this is all in jest with big hugs

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hanasnx · 1 year

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okay okay here is some more ani+ hands content as promised

so i can't get the idea of anakin being smug about it out of my head. bc like, it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands

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like it starts off all innocent, with you having little doodles of anakin and some of your other friends in your little sketchbook that you never let go of

until you eventually start drawing anakin more and more… bc he’s just so pretty and drawable yk. like he’s got the curls and the scar and just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him. until one day you watch him going on about the different parts of his lightsaber and how he’s planning to tweak it and yada yada but you’re just watching his hands bc lord almighty

you tell yourself it's an innocent, purely artistic fascination but that is NOT the case when you’re touching yourself at night thinking about ‘em so later on as you get closer (as friends or as enemies, you decide), he finds your notebook one day bc it fell out of your stuff or something and there are just these beautiful sketches of… his hands?

and at first, he’s confused? bc that couldn’t possibly be the case but his curiosity takes over, he leafs through to see different images of himself - his eyes, his side profile, him that one time he showed up with a bedhead - but most importantly his hands. He recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left. so he becomes a man on a mission to test this theory ofc. handing you your things, letting the sleeves of his robes slide back more than necessary. taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past. working on his lightsaber or R2 whenever you’re around, noticing how one of the most intelligent, witty people he knows becomes simply mesmerized just watching him tinker with stuff

and now that he’s confirmed his theory? you bet your ass he is gonna use it night and day. i’m thinking of him goofing around with some of the men from his troops until he’s shoving one of them up against the wall with something like “is that how you’re gonna talk to a general?” and then he lets him go and they’re all laughing about it as they go their separate ways but when he walks past you, you hear him whisper like “you wished that was you, don’t you?” and your brain fucking short circuits. him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek “Just let me finish this thing without talkin’ my ear off, and maybe i’ll fuck you stupid properly, hm?” he says casually, as if he isn’t wearing the world’s smuggest look on his face. and you bet your ass this man will deliver “wanted my hands on you, is that it?” “look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut” “Want my fingers in your mouth? Or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm? bcs I can make that happen” “gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will”

“greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it, goddamn”

him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy

okay i'm done for now

☥ “it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands”

100%

☥ “just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him”

i love describing anakin’s eyes as intense. they’re just so present, so demanding, his gaze so severe and unforgiving. yes. intense. i love it.

☥ “he recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left.”

the fucking rope bracelet detail. omfg. it’s so simple, so him

☥ “taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past.”

as i said in my last post,.,.,,.,, yes. hand at the small of your back supremacy

☥ “him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek”

stoppppp stop stop. shutting you up manually with just a big hand over your mouth im fucking drooooling. i’d be lookin up at him with crazy fuck me eyes fr you’re so real for saying this suffu

☥ “‘look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut’; ‘want my fingers in your mouth? or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm?’; & ‘gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will’”

cheap lower-level slut😳💕🥴🫦😵‍💫 i think about this a lot. just,,,,, the coruscant detail, adding “cheap” makes me go so crazy. omfg. i love degradation; imagine those finger pad shaped bruises littering your neck im feral; & arm kink🚨arm kink🚨 im freeaaakaksigjngng i wanna fuck his arm so fucking bad this made me soooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫 insane. using the word “hump” god. chefs kiss.

☥ “‘greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it,’”

this. this. this. this. insinuating you were created for the sole purpose of sex, for being obedient, for being his hole. oh god yes. i cant even fucking breathe i gotta sit down im so dizzy imagining his thick fingers stuffed inside a drippy pussy i’m sooooo😭😭

☥ “him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy”

STOPPPPP STOP FUCKING STOPP i cant take it anymore i feel like i gotta break shit rn

the big show he’d make of it,.,.,. side eyeing you while he fucking licks his fingers clean. until his eyes are full on boring into yours as he’s sucking the remnants of your finish off his skin and you’re wishing you were the one to do it.

licking your cum/squirt off his fingers together, making out with his digits and melding your tongues through and around them… like the disgusting, impatient, greedy perverts you are.

#arm kink <3 #spoken-stardust #indy shoots the shit #anakin #thanks for the msg!!#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker prompt #x f!reader

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jeoneffext · 1 year

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double trouble - alhaitham, zhongli x f reader.

warning: contains sexual content, please read at your own risk!

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Everybody knows that you're the most trustable, almighty traveler who's willing to save Teyvat there and whenever, but people most likely don't know, that you are just some sick and desperate whore for dick. Mainly craving for something whenever you arrive at a new region, but we ain't talking about food here, you were looking for dicks.

That's when Zhongli, the God of Contracts messes with you unintentionally, you two met in a very interesting way, and thanks to the harbinger friend you have, you and Zhongli started to develop some interesting friendship that turns into something more.

It was just friendly smiles, a smile on your face when you first met the God of Contracts, at first you didn't know he was a fucking god, not until he reveal his secret when it was just you two alone.

The man suddenly took an interest on you, just by carefully observing you made him grew curious on what you really are, he wants to find out more about you, he wants to explore you, he wants to see your true colors, he needs you. He fucking wants to own you by himself.

That's when you two hanged out together in his home, the man suddenly became generous on bringing you to his house, invited you for a cup tea, but that cup of tea lead to something else and something more.

Your ass is now pressing hard against his fucking bulge. Damn he felt so hard at the moment, his thoughts are wild.

"Keep this as a secret, would you hm?" Zhongli said with a small grin on his face, offered you to sit on his lap, as the obedient being you are you did what he said. Your figure next to him makes you look like a worm, he's too big.

That's when the lord of geo started wrapping his hands around your waist, gripping it, pushing your figure closer to him, you let out a yelp to this, hell you didn't expect the lord of geo was this aggressive?

"Fuck... Do you know how needy am I right now?" Damn, this man just got 10x hotter when he curses, it's a blessing, it's music to your ears. Just your moans and needy tone added an energy recharge to him.

The God of Contracts is a monster when it comes to kissing, he's like vacuuming the hell out of your soul, sitting on his lap like a good dog you are, purposely grinding on it, the man couldn't focus on your lips when your pussy is on his thigh, those soft ones he wishes to eat after this.

"I want you to call me Morax when we do this kind of thing." He demanded, gripping your waist tightly.

"Why so?" You tried to sound strong while humping on his thigh.

"It turns me on." He said sexily, flashing a small grin, eating you after.

Zhongli had your mind caught in the night while you are in Alhaitham's bed, fucking you senseless. Your moans filling up the room, your hands forcibly trying to grip on his besheets, oh archons he was so big too, just like Zhongli. And why the hell are you thinking about Zhongli when Alhaitham is literally pounding on your pussy right now?

Alhaitham is already one of your new bad news and new trouble.

"Fuck, you're so tight y/n." Alhitham grunts, sweat already covering half of his body, looking at your arche back, your ass already covered in deep shade of red from the spanking he did to you earlier.

"Ngh... haitham..." You were trying to say something but ended up releasing a moan, hell he likes that.

"Fucking whore huh? Desperate for me" Alhaitham said while still pounding on you, pushing it back and forth already at a fast pace that got you started crying.

"Oh archons, oh morax..." You said freely, which got Alhaitham wondering why you said such specific archon when you could've just implemented all of them? You're fucked. (literally)

Alhaitham didn't bothered to stop, until he's completey satisfied, you're already out of breath when he did his final and pleasing push that got you squirting your juices on his fresh bedsheets, you both came.

"Morax huh? You know him?" Alhaitham questioned, laying down beside you, wrapping his hands around your waist, you two could feel each other's body and Alhaitham's hard cock pressing on your asscheeks.

"I do, we were close friends back when I was still in Liyue." You said, curling your toes at the thought of that golden brown-haired man, suddenly remembering how that long hair of his that got you pulling it backward.

"Hmm, what if I told you that I know him too? And he's here in Sumeru?" Alhaitham said on the crook of your neck that got you sending shivers.

How on earth does this man knew Zhongli personally? Are they friends? If they are then they'd be a set of hot best friends.

"Y-you do?" You stuttered, you already missed him so much, and you miss his hard and long pillar too.

"Yeah, can't believe I befriended a God, and I expect that you ride his dick too?" Alhaitham is so blunt at the moment, his long cock pressing hard against your back right now, it feels like he's still not done?

"Easy on her would you?" Your eyes widen when you hear that deep voice, suddenly inserting the scene, Alhaitham could only release an annoyed sigh.

Alhaitham tilts his head toward Zhongli who's just had his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe looking at the two of you in the bed, and Zhongli knows damn well that you are naked underneath those stupid bedsheets that have been covering your goddess body.

"And why are you here? Could've knocked on the door?" Alhaitham sits up, you following him too. The silver-haired annoyingly said, eyeing Zhongli disgustingly, rolling his eyes.

Zhongli didn't answer yet, his eyes traveling towards you, your heart immediately starts racing at his golden brown eyes staring at you, more like eye fucking you.

He then turned his gaze towards the man beside you. "I tried knocking on the door, but I'm afraid I was not being heard," Zhongli stated, earning a huff from Alhaitham.

"Since when did you come?" Alhaitham asks the Archon.

"Just five minutes ago, you know I missed my old friend here in Sumeru, that's why I decided to pay you a visit, didn't expect the traveler to be in the same bed as him?" Zhongli looking at you again, a small grin on his lips, you gulp.

"My bad." Alhaitham lazily said, resting his head on the back of your neck, purposely trying to make Zhongli jealous.

That's it, Zhongli can't get enough of you, slowly walk towards you both, earning a groan from Alhaitham who's now letting go of your body, being occupied by Zhongli's mouth on your lips, you close your eyes feeling him, oh how you missed him, his scent, his voice, and his dick too.

"My sweet one, I've longed for you so much," Zhongli said after kissing you, now his lips on your neck, you could feel his tongue just licking and nibbling it making you yelp, the old man just chuckle at your cute reactions.

"Come back to Liyue, my love." Zhongli muttered agaisnt your ear, you flash a small smile. "Soon, Morax." You stated, purposely emphasizing the last word, you know that he knows he likes being called by his Archon name. Zhongli smirked at your words, his hand touching your legs, just gently caressing it.

"You know it's not the same when you're not by my side, my love." Zhongli said sweetly, you know damn well this man is very impatient when you aren't by his side, specially when you're staying in Sumeru to have information from your lost brother.

"I know, I'll promise I'll come back soon." You said sincerely, the man could only hummed, gently locking eyes with you as he kisses your neck. Alhaitham who's just beside you both is busy looking at you two doing the nasty, it's like watching the love of his life gets taken by someone, and it's a God. Much worse, his best friend too. He knows he got no chance, but damn he will fight for that pussy, he will fight for it no matter what, Alhaitham likes the taste of you. Alhitham just rolls his eyes, he should've locked the doors to have some free time with you.

"Is this your dream? To be under me? And my old friend here?" Zhongli said after kissing your neck. "Glad you both still remember that I'm still here." Alhaitham joked, earning a deep chuckle from the lord of geo.

"Why don't you join us Alhaitham?" Zhongli offered, pushing you down in bed, the old man is already unbuckling his belt, and Alhaitham could only sigh again.

"I should be the one asking you that since this is my house and you're disturbing us both." The silver haired stated, clearly not amazed by this situation. Zhongli could only chuckle, you are experiencing the two quarrel over small things.

"My, forgive me. May I join you both?" Zhongli rephrased, a satisfied Alhaitham near the bedpost is clear, finding this quite amusing now.

Alhaitham flash a big grin, turning to you, locking gazes with your pretty eyes. "Fuck her senseless here and there? I'd be glad my friend." Alhaitham's tone is evident that he's in for another round, but this time, someone's joining. Zhongli had his pants and underwear down, your eyes landed on his long one, and you start to drool at it.

"You miss this don't you?" Zhongli teased, earning a blush from you.

That's when the two men started giving you pleasure in one bed, open arms, open legs, and open mouth.

A God, and his scribe, pleasing you? What a dream hmm?

"Now, sit still my sweet one." Zhongli caressing your face. Your back laying on Alhaitham's chest, his hands travelling lower and lower to the deepest part of your core. "Be a good girl for us alright?" Alhaitham whispers in your ear. You are really about to be destroyed tonight.

im so fucking lazy to finish this <3333

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli smut #alhaitham genshin #al haitam x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #alhaitham #fiction #zhongli imagines #alhaitham imagines #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #Spotify

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divinityunleashed · 4 months

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Welcome to the RP Blog of DivinityUnleashed! A joint Dragon Ball x Hyperdimension Neptunia blog, fans of both series and those amongst the multiverse can come to witness story telling, hilarity, chaos, and everything in-between!

" I am justice given form. And I am the world. Worship me. Give praise unto me! Me. The beautiful, the sublime. Me. The Invincible! The almighty, and divine... All hail Zamasu. "

" I am but a god who has stolen the body of a Saiyan Warrior with immense power and potential. You may call me... Goku Black. "

" I am CPU Purple Heart, Goddess of Planeptune; the land of Purple Pastures. It is a pleasure to meet you all. "

" I am CPU Black Heart, Goddess of Lastation; the land of Black Regality. I really am the best in every way. "

" I am CPU White Heart, Goddess of Lowee; the land of White Serenity. Mess with me and I'll make your ass look like your face, and your face look like your ass! "

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" I am called Whis. Angel Attendant to Universe 7's God of Destruction, Lord Beerus, as well as guide to the CPU's. "

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semper-legens · 1 year

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43. Shadows of Self, by Brandon Sanderson

Owned: No, library Page count: 376 My summary: Wax is doing okay. His relationship to his bride-to-be is amicable, he’s keeping up his lawman duties while still being a Lord, and he gets to see his friends Wayne and Marasi regularly. But when a nobleman is murdered at a secret auction, Wax is dragged back into a world he doesn’t want to be a part of. There are some horrible truths coming for him...but will he bear them, or crumble under the pressure? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Back into Mistborn! I don't know what it is about this second series that isn't grabbing me quite as much as the previous series did. I'm still enjoying it, don't get me wrong, but there's just some little niggle there that I don't love it quite as much as the previous trilogy. Nonetheless, this was still a really good read. Sanderson is inventive as ever, bringing new trials to his characters - and some old ones. The kandra are still around! And still messing with people!

But first, the recurring characters. We get to see a bit more of Wax, and specifically his flaws and failings. Poor guy gets traumatised in this one, with the revelation that the kandra Paalm was his lost love Lessie - and he has to kill her once again. (Well, it's a little more complicated, but that's the gist.) I'm sort of in two minds about this. On the one hand, it's an interesting new twist to the plot, especially as Paalm was sent by Harmony to protect Wax; again, we have the humanisation of gods and giving these almighty figures human flaws and scruples. On the other hand, however, I've already mentioned how Lessie is pretty much the archetypical fridged girlfriend, and in this book she gets double-fridged so Wax can be sad about it. It's mitigated by the fact that Marasi and Steris are legitimately interesting women. Steris and Wax's relationship is fascinating; an arranged marriage that neither party is particularly enthused about, but they're making it work. Steris' ambiguous autism is interesting to read, as is Marasi's career progression.

The nods back to the original Mistborn series are a lot stronger here. For one, we get two recurring characters - the kandra MeLaan, who played a bit role in TenSoon's part of the original Mistborn, and Sazed, aka Harmony, who reveals himself to Wax while Wax is praying. There's some dramatic irony here - we the readers already know Sazed and that he's capable of doing this, whereas to Wax this is literally God talking to him so naturally he's shocked. MeLaan gets fleshed out here into a snarky, irreverent person perfectly willing to mess with humans who believe she's a deity; instead of being reviled, kandra are seen as Harmony's servants now. Poor Sazed. Even when he's God, he's still making mistakes and being forced to compromise.

Meanwhile, what of the actual plot? There's someone messing with the governor, and Wax is charged with finding out what's going on. He suspects his uncle is somehow involved. He's also seeing flashes of people from his past, which turns out to be Paalm using their bones. It's a compelling, action-filled mystery with a lot of twists and turns - including who Paalm is impersonating, something I didn't see coming, I gotta admit. I'm interested to see where this is gonna go in the next one.

Next up, into prison with a rogueish gentleman.

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The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head. I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me for ever: yet hast thou brought up my life from corruption, O Lord my God. When my soul fainted within me I remembered the Lord: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple. - Jonah 2:5-7 KJV

I love the Book of Jonah. The poor guy! He doesn't want God to spare his enemy, so he runs in the opposite direction when God calls him to preach a mission of repentance to Nineveh. We all know what happens: The boat begins to sink, Jonah admits to offending God and gets thrown overboard. He prays and God rescues him. Of course, Jonah eventually does what God wants him to do, but still isn't happy because the people of Nineveh are saved.

We probably don't run from God in such a dramatic way, but there are times when each of us isn't happy to do what we know God wants us to do. We also don't wind up in the belly of a fish, but we do run to God to save us from whatever mess we get ourselves into. We should be grateful that God keeps saving us. Sometimes Jonah reminds me of children. As a parent, we would warn them about the problems that they could get into if they did certain things, but they often didn't listen, and we were expected to fix whatever needed to be fixed. Just like Jonah, we as God's children don't always pay attention to our Father and need salvation. Hopefully, we have Jonah's sense to call upon our Father to help us, believing in His mercy and love for us.

Thank God for His patience with us. May we always have the good sense to turn to Him in times of distress and otherwise, confident that He will be there to save and guide us. May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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LIGHT OF LIFE 404

John 1:4

UNDERSTANDING PROPHETIC MANDATES 38: TYPES OF PROPHECY 4

Amo 3:7 CERTAINLY, THE ALMIGHTY LORD DOESN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS HE FIRST REVEALS HIS SECRET TO HIS SERVANTS THE PROPHETS. GW

We’re still considering Prophetic Mandates declared by some of our day to day EXPERIENCES and we should dwell a little here because it can be very personal and yet obscure; even very strange.

To help us adapt to our callings, God could use real Prophets to confirm to us our future experiences.

Paul, apart from being shown by God [as promised], he had a Prophet connect him.

Act 21:10-11 During our stay of several days, AGABUS, a prophet from Judea, came to visit us. AS A PROPHETIC GESTURE, he took Paul’s belt and tied his own hands and feet with it as he prophesied, “The Holy Spirit says, ‘THE ONE WHO OWNS THIS BELT WILL BE TIED UP IN THIS SAME WAY BY THE JEWS AND THEY WILL HAND HIM OVER TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT JEWS.’” TPT

There are predictions of experiences that are WARNINGS but there are those which are simply INFORMATIVE.

You can’t stop it; you are just told so that you can prepare your heart to face it.

It takes a person who loves God and is committed to His cause to know the difference and embrace it, irrespective of perceived inconveniences.

Paul was such a person.

Act 21:12-13 WHEN WE HEARD THIS, WE AND THE OTHERS THERE BEGGED PAUL NOT TO GO TO JERUSALEM. But he answered, "What are you doing, crying like this and breaking my heart? I AM READY NOT ONLY TO BE TIED UP IN JERUSALEM BUT EVEN TO DIE THERE FOR THE SAKE OF THE LORD JESUS." GNB

That’s what most of us would readily do: avoid uncomfortable, negative situations always.

Therefore we must acknowledge that there are very many abandoned mandates because of “foreseen” discomfort.

Such people will answer God, if they even make it to heaven.

Conversely, such people will be replaced with another, ready vessel.

Remember Demas’ story?

2Ti 4:9-10 DO YOUR BEST TO COME TO ME BEFORE LONG: FOR DEMAS HAS GONE AWAY FROM ME, FOR LOVE OF THIS PRESENT LIFE, and has gone to Thessalonica: Crescens has gone to Galatia, Titus to Dalmatia. BBE

Paul was simply telling Timothy: “come and replace Demas”.

You know, it is not only about walking away from the “Cross” to embrace the World.

Some are still in Church but they have become very careful soothsayers with the Gospel just to avoid persecution and attack.

They want comfort and acceptance with the world, as Christians. They are the same with Demas.

Jer 48:10 Cursed is he who does the work of Jehovah deceitfully, and CURSED IS HE WHO KEEPS BACK HIS SWORD FROM BLOOD. MKJV

“Keeping your sword from Blood” is simply avoiding saying the hard Truth that draws violent irritation.

Demas saw Paul’s imprisonment and persistent sufferings, some of which he had to share, and it became too much for him to bear.

The problem I see with him is that he probably never came to terms with his own PERSONAL calling and direct responsibility to God.

2Ti 4:5 So be alert to all these things and overcome every form of evil. CARRY IN YOUR HEART THE PASSION OF YOUR CALLING as a church planter and evangelist, and FULFILL YOUR MINISTRY CALLING. TPT

Every believer [relevant in God’s programme] must have Personal Prophetic Mandate to follow.

1Ti 1:18-19 Timothy, my son, THE INSTRUCTIONS I AM GIVING YOU ARE BASED ON WHAT SOME PROPHETS ONCE SAID ABOUT YOU. If you follow these instructions, you will fight like a good soldier. You will be faithful and have a clear conscience. SOME PEOPLE HAVE MADE A MESS OF THEIR FAITH BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO THEIR CONSCIENCES. CEV

There is no negotiation to forestall or alter details of one’s calling and related experiences.

Prophetic declarations over your life are meant to happen and can’t be changed because, like Peter’s case, that is the order about your life that will bring Glory to God.

Nothing else.

Joh 21:19 Jesus said this to show by what kind of death Peter would bring glory to God. After saying this, Jesus told Peter, "Follow me!" GW

Jesus said to Peter “follow me”, meaning “you have no other life than this and you have nowhere else to go”. Should Peter have rejected this Mandate, he had to hear another hard truth.

Luk 9:61-2 Someone else said, "I will follow you, sir; but first let me go and say good-bye to my family." Jesus said to him, "ANYONE WHO STARTS TO PLOW AND THEN KEEPS LOOKING BACK IS OF NO USE FOR THE KINGDOM OF GOD." GNB

It’s actually better to ask God [early in life] to reveal what your future holds, while comporting yourself to be ready for anything from God, than to wait till something “sour” is predicted.

Lam 3:27 It is good for people to endure burdens when they're young. GW

May God help us align with our life Mandates, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Wednesday, for more of this insightful and enlightening Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, September 11, 2023

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We Need Jesus to Rule & Reign - The Rest is a MESS

After All Info Accumulated to This Point: We Need Jesus to Rule & Reign - Everything Else is a Confused, Helter Skelter Mess of Low Meaning, Low Purpose and Low Outlook, Shady Twistings, Swirling Confusion with Each Man and Woman Making Up their Own Stuff Going Their Own Way...

In this short reflective piece, the Name Jesus will be used. The Name Jesus means son of Zeus. Obviously that not what most intend to say. Many are now using the name Yeshua or Yahshua but as one paleo Hebrew scholar has noted: YAHWASUA (YHVH Saves) sounds to be the most accurate. Many who have Heaven visitation testimonies have used the Name Jesus or Yeshua. But certainly we would want to know the most accurate pronunciation of Jesus' name out of honor and respect. His Name before incarnating to to Earth to die for our sins, creating a bridge back to the Father, while ascending back to Heaven was The Word, The Logos or "The Mind of the Galaxy" or "The Mind of the Universe" through who ALL things that were made were made. So The Word, Yahwasua, is YOUR MAKER. Have you thought about that? That's huge! Also, even our science, proves that all things are held together by Yahwasua, as the Bible mentions, by THE CROSS. - Been studying and listening to all sorts of angles, people, beings, philosophies, prophets, spiritual gurus, politicians and ideas about what "Christianity" means, and most all of it just falls way short. It's a mess of madness. The big picture is missing. Most people don't seem to know where to go or what to think. They don't know exactly what to do. - Not many seem to KNOW THE WORD. Not many seems to know the Bible or have a knowing of the Bible. Most (not all) have plucked out verses here and there with very low connectivity or understanding of the Word, the Bible, the Character of God. So many want to edit the Bible, cut this out, cut that out, cut out the "Old Testament", explain to people that "Jesus didn't really mean..." this or that when He says so many things very plainly. Suggestion: Get on our free volume Bible reading plans: Maybe start with the 3 times a year plan. It has a volume Bible reading system based on rapid learning of large volumes of complex classical music using the subconscious mind. It works! See our right side navigation to down load those. (no catch - no "donation" - just use them! The world, the universe needs you to get inline with God and these volume Bible reading plans will clean you up! You'll probably say that doing the plan was one of the best things you've ever done because that's what people say.) - A lot of people have all sorts of "new" ideas and their concepts they pick up from other beings and are saying some dramatic, outlandish and even blasphemous things. That's not wise. - So many, well, pretty much all of the spiritual gurus out there relentlessly try to push Jesus into the background, relegating Him to just one of many of wise guru with nice wise sayings, and that's about it. They keep demoting Jesus. Actually, most of Christianity does the same thing. They don't seem to understand that Jesus is King of Kings and Lord of Lord's, second only to God Almighty "Source". They like to cut out the versus of the New Testament where Jesus says that He's coming back as total King and will slaughter all in front of His face who don't want Him to be King. They don't like to talk about how Jesus will return ruling and raining with a rod of iron to dash the nations to pieces in total dictatorial fashion, dictatorial in righteousness that is as opposed to any sort of wicked dictatorship of the past. - It's the same old theme: man wants to be their own lord, their own king, their own god. You can argue it's that "3D Ego". So look into this "ego thing" within you to better pin point how to knock it out of you. They deny Jesus as Lord and King. The think they can make their own way and make their own path. They reject any concept of obedience. Luke 6:46 And why call ye me, Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say? > If you don't obey Jesus then He isn't your Lord, and that's a BIG problem. - Without Jesus as your Lord there is no salvation. "Jesus as Lord" means we do what He says. If we make mistakes or don't know how to do it, we ask for help. You have been given the Helper (Holy Spirit) to those who have ACTUALLY, in their heart, believed in Jesus (see sinners prayer in right menu - say it and mean it with your heart: First pray to God the Father to give you the ability to believe on Jesus) - Romans 10: 9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. 10 For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. >> hence confessing Jesus is lord brings the salvation which is you admitting that you have to OBEY Jesus, which is the will of the Father (AMPC While he was still speaking, behold, a shining cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, This is My Son, My Beloved, with Whom I am delighted. Listen to Him!) Matthew 17:5) - How do you obey Jesus as Lord exactly?? That's the question most want to know. Answer: Obey His commands. How do you do that? 1. Go find (or use our lists - see right side menu of "The Commands of Jesus" and start reprogramming your beliefs into obeying those commands Habitually. You'll need to practice them while working with Holy Spirit in real time. You need those command in your head first so study those commands every night or day. Then when the moment arises, Holy Spirit and you will enter real time instruction on how to react in real time, for those commands involved with acting and reacting to others) 2. Walk in Spirit, Holy Spirit, God is Spirit, The Father, the Son Jesus with Holy Spirit, God within You (if you've been born again - see that "salvation prayer"/"sinners prayer" from right side navigation on this page). So you are following Jesus in real time. Die to self, die to your ego, die to your own ways and follow in Spirit. Keep practicing and you will get better. Don't beat yourself up if you've been lame about it or messed up: focus on the desired end result which is success. You will get better and better. Romans 8:14 For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. - Jesus will reign over ALL THINGS. What does ALL mean? ALL! Psalm 8:6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations - 21 For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. - 22 For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. - 23 But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ's at his coming. - 24 Then cometh the end, when he shall have delivered up the kingdom to God, even the Father; when he shall have put down all rule and all authority and power. - 25 For he must reign, till he hath put all enemies under his feet. - 26 The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. - 27 For he hath put all things under his feet. But when he saith all things are put under him, it is manifest that he is excepted, which did put all things under him. - 28 And when all things shall be subdued unto him, then shall the Son also himself be subject unto him that put all things under him, that God may be all in all. - https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Corinthians15&version=KJV - There are others who are claiming to be Jesus reincarnated too. Did you see any lightning from east to the west? Matthew 24:27 For just as the lightning flashes from the east and shines and is seen as far as the west, so will the coming of the Son of Man be. " - The new agers, again... are demoting Jesus to an "Ascended Master" with their same message that there are multiple ways to God the Father who they call an "it" and they call "Source". - To Be Continued... the Great Apocalypse, the Great Revealing is just getting started. There is a ton of information to come to process. Certainly, knowing the Volume Bible Reading system which is explained in brief in the Volume Bible Reading Plans will be very helpful in processing such large amounts of information. After we kick off the Golden Age with the liberation from this Beast System Matrix along with Financial Liberation, we will all be able to pursue the things of God much more rapidly. Read the full article

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A Wake Up Call

“As they drank the wine, they praised the gods of gold and silver, of … Suddenly the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall… …But you, Belshazzar, his son, have not humbled yourself, though you knew all this. … Instead, you have set yourself up against the Lord of heaven. …You praised the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, which cannot see or hear or understand. But you did not honor the God who holds in His hand your life and all your ways.” Daniel 5:4-5, 22-23NIV

Reading God’s Word, the thought struck me— the world has literally no respect for God. Believers have very little respect for God. Is everyone about to get a wake up call.

Belshazzar the son of King Nebuchadnezzar knew what had happend to his dad. Fact is: he became king because his dad was outside grazing with the cows for seven years, Read Daniel 4. His dad recognized Yahweh as the greatest god but decided to make a statue ninety feet high of himself for everyone to worship. Yahweh God showed up protecting the three Hebrews in the fire. Nebuchadnezzar finally declared there was no god other than Yahweh after getting a wake up call while grazing on grass.

God is love— He has great mercy— He gives great grace. What happens when He stops extending His mercy and love? Instead of learning from the mistakes of his dad, Belshazzar continued in the evil and pride-filled ways of his father. Almighty God watches over to always protect His name. Had Belshazzar bought out the items of God to drink from— probably no problem. Stupidity took over by worshipping his gods while drinking from cups used in the worship of Yahweh. God’s name was tied to those cups, from the Temple in Jerusalem. The translation of the Lord’s handwriting on the wall— Daniel 5:26-28NIV “…God has numbered the days of your reign and brought it to an end. …You have been weighed on the scales and found wanting. …Your kingdom is divided and given…”

Didn’t they ever hear the story of God’s Ark being captured by the Philistine’s. God protected His Ark as their god fell and was broken in front of the Ark. The people were afflicted with hemorrhoids— see 1Samuel 5. You don’t mess with what belongs to Yahweh. He’ll protect what’s His.

As I read this chapter today, I heard something in my spirit. ‘It’s a fearsome thing to run out of mercy and grace.’ The Philistines, Nebuchadnezzar, and Belshazzar all ran out of both.

— Pride and greed fuel our world. Rulers are puffed up with their power and ability to shut down continents in the name of fear over sickness. — Raising taxes, canceling businesses at will, preventing worship has puffed up the leaders even more— those who are supposed to be working for us. — Denominations have puffed themselves up embracing ideologies God abhors to their list of tenets of faith. — One denomination puffed themselves up to take a pastor to a court of law, defamed him. Breaking scripture in several ways.

A wake up call, perhaps without mercy or grace, is due to our fake government leaders. They’ve flaunted their evil in the face of God’s justice, they “have set yourself up against the Lord of heaven.” Entering the private residence of Trump transgressed— Psalm 105:15NIV “Do not touch my anointed ones;…” Trump was anointed to be our President for this time in history.

Are you ready for the wake up call? Don’t drink from anything dedicated to the Lord. Something is coming. Will you be ready? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Almighty God, You are righteous and Holy. Centuries now evil has run roughshod over Your people, and Your anointed one. Arise oh Lord. Show us Your power and Your majesty. Defend us with Your justice oh Lord, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #Word of God #Holy Spirit #God #it's your choice #devotional #wake up chrissy #shut down #mercy #grace #no problem #list #love #hope #faith

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wasteland, baby! - JJ Maybank

summary; after a jealousy-fueled fight with your Kook ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, the hot-tempered JJ has a long awaited meeting with you on the dock.

warnings; swearing, underage alcohol/drug consumption, plenty of angst, fluff.

word count; 1.5k

song; wasteland, baby! by hoizer

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wasteland, baby / i’m in love / i’m in love with you.

The Boneyard was crowded with all walks of life tonight. Slimy Tourons looking for a girl to hook up with before they left town, rich Kooks getting drunk off of just a few beers, and the almighty rulers of the Outer Banks, the Pogues. Party animals by nature and fighters by chance, whether a nosy Kook got in their business or a Touron took something too far, a Pogue was always up to throw punches.

One of the Pogues stuck out, a particular blond-haired boy that was consistently sporting some kind of gnarly bruise or cut. The infamous JJ Maybank was always getting into of trouble, typically for a good cause. He's a ticking time bomb, and he can't keep his hands to himself.

The sandy-haired troublemaker was currently surrounded by a small arena of people, unbeknown to his circle of close friends that were sipping on bitter alcohol on the opposite side of the moonlit beach.

"JJ has been gone for like, twenty minutes," a girl with caramel skin and the most annoyed expression on her face pointed out to her other friends. "He probably found a girl."

The boy across from her looked behind him, he was a bit more sober than his reckless buddies.

"Kie... are they screaming his name?" He asked, still gawking at the large swarm of people behind him.

Another girl chimed into the conversation. "I bet someone is—"

"Is he in a fight?" Kie set her solo cup down on the ground and stood up. "What is his deal?"

The ringleader of the Pogues, and the boy who had thrown this party in the first place, came striding over to his other three friends with a freshly filled cup in his hand.

"John B.," the other boy stuttered. "JJ is beating the shit out of someone..."

His drunk and tired features expressed enough that he was done dealing with JJ's outbursts. Honest to god, everyone was tired of it. Picking him up from police stations, icing his bruises, making sure he didn't break something, he was acting out more than he ever had previously.

"Go deal with it," John B. gestured to the girl that wasn't Kie. "He'll listen to you."

Y/N raised her eyebrows at her best friend, contemplating if what he was saying was the truth, or just bullshit to get out of meddling with JJ's antics.

"I'm not getting between him and whoever he's kicking in the ass," she took down a gulp of her beer. "He's dangerous when he's angry."

"You make him less angry," John B. countered. "Now go fix it and I'll get the rest of these assholes off our beach."

Y/N headed for the crowd of onlookers, kicking up the sand with her worn, green Vans. She could hear another voice barking back at JJ, and unfortunately she recognized it.

She pushed her way through some brainless Tourons in cheap shark tooth necklaces, shoving them to the side and ordering them to scram. This was between her, JJ, and the guy that had got beaten to a pulp.

"Fucking Rafe," she sneered, watching JJ throw another punch to her ex-boyfriend's bloody face. "What did you do this time?"

JJ turned his head, his cerulean eyes piercing into hers. Rafe took this precious moment to breathe, for JJ's very violent assault had offered him little time for that.

"Everyone out!" Y/N yelled at the last few nosy people that surrounded them. She watched Rafe catch his last breath before he took another blow to his jaw. "Stop it, J."

"What?" He pushed Rafe's limp body to the side and looked at the frustrated girl standing above him.

She disregarded JJ's questioning look and crouched down next to her quivering, former lover. He was still very much alive, lord be damned if Rafe Cameron ever lose his life to a weed-smoking, beer-slugging, couch-surfing Pogue like JJ, but he had stil been pummeled horribly.

"Tell me what you did to make him hurt you," she muttered in Rafe's ear.

Rafe chuckled at her. Once his beaming girlfriend that thrived in country clubs and sundresses, she traded her perfect Kook life for a life full of treasure hunting and disappointing her parents.

If only he hadn't started with the cocaine.

"Just told Kelce some stories of how good you were in bed," he smirked at her with dark eyes.

JJ came stomping back towards them, open lighter in his tight grip. "You're fucking disgusting..."

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait for me on the dock."

He let out a huff of aggression, not feeling free of the anger he had towards Rafe. His heavy boots hit the frail wooden planks of the Chateau's dock, and he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to maybe, just maybe, Y/N wanted her dickhead of an ex-boyfriend back. Maybe they were out in the Boneyard reminiscing of old times when they would go to the country club and sneak kisses when their parents weren't watching. Maybe she wanted to help Rafe get clean so they could be together again.

JJ looked out at the calm water, such a contrast to the storm he was feeling in his chest. When he felt that strike of hurt, that pain and fury within him, he took it out on the nearest thing that crossed him.

"I'm sorry about that," a small voice hummed from behind him.

He turned around to see Y/N's figure framed by the blue moonlight.

"I should be the one that's sorry," he mumbled.

She sat beside him on the splintering dock. "J, I would've cut his face up with a beer bottle if I heard what he said."

He laughed at her a little. "So what'd you say to him?"

"That I'd cut off his dick if he talked about me like that again."

JJ looked at her in pure admiration. He knew when he first met her that she was locked up in the gates of the Kook lifestyle. Rafe always made him jealous, whether he spotted them holding hands while he was busing tables or sharing a drink while he was at a party with his friends. It dampened his mood and he wasn't afraid to show it... until she became a Pogue herself.

It would be an instant crime to make a move now. Pogues don't mess with other Pogues.

"I've always liked you, Y/N," he observed the way her eyes sparkled, even though it was dark.

She backed away from him every so slightly.

"No! Wait— not like that," he put his paw-like hand on her shoulder, cold rings creating a vibrant contrast against her hot skin. "As friends."

"Oh," she glanced down at the water. Endless nothingness.

There was a string of tension between the two rebellious teens that just couldn't be cut. Every time he saw her it made him dizzy, and getting drunk or high in her presence seemed to be a risk. If he let out even a whisper of how he felt, she'd hear him.

Y/N took his chin in her delicate hand, bringing his face towards hers in a moment they had both long awaited. His golden strands of hair fell in his entranced face. The ice had melted from his doe-eyes and the curve was back in his lips, formulating the smile that she chased after.

"I've always liked you too, JJ," she ghosted her lips over his. "Not as a friend."

He tried to stutter something out, tripping over his own tongue, but he was cut off by her plush lips on his own. The pungent liquor that she had been downing in the wake of her boredom met the smokiness that laced his breath. His warm hands found her waist, wrapping her in an embrace that he didn't want her to get out of. Maybe he would wake up in a cold sweat on John B.'s couch, this whole ordeal just a result of attempted manifestation, but he just wanted to indulge in her soft skin and sweet nothings. Even if they were a figment of his imagination.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her mouth. "Closer."

She whined at JJ's words, propping herself in his lap and kissing him harder. He had been waiting so long for this to happen, and now that he was getting it, he couldn't believe it was real. It was better than he had imagined it late at night when his heart and body ached for her. This was a new kind of euphoria.

If the world was ending, he would have no idea.

“Why didn’t we do this ages ago?” Y/N breathed against him as she left little pecks along his jaw.

JJ melted like a burning candle into her touch, praying that the flame in her that had ignited for him would forever stay lit.

“The Pogue rules,” he answered.

She cupped the side of his flushed face with her hand. She had never seen him so malleable for as long as she’d known him.

“I’d break all the rules for you,” she hummed. “I’m in love with you, that’s it.”

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sibsteria · 3 years

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all the angels [cast & angels & chuck]

prompts: ''run away with me''

summary: [bare with me, this is a long summary and concept] throughout the decades, y/n and the angels lived in harmony, her being the only being with powers on par with chuck. an immortal life with your angels sounds good, doesn't it? something goes wrong and y/n gets projected into the world of the spn actors. she had never met god, despite being made for the angels because of him. the thing is, she doesn't remember anything of her life with the angels and this messes with reality. the world of reality, along with y/n, are all magically convinced she has always been in their universe as a fellow cast mate. what happens when most of her favourite angels and a certain hellish man team up to collect her in the middle of a con?

characters: Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr, Mark Pellegrino, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Sebastian Roche, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Crowley

warnings: I dreamt something along the lines of this and it's just pure crack, I apologise, fluff, angst, everyone is single because it gets weird. I wrote this at 4am :/

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''So let's talk about Y/n's character! She hasn't been explained too much but we know her backstory.'' Wow, thank you, Mark Sheppard.

''Well, I'm pretty sure the fans already know.'' I shrug, but a glare from the man before me makes me roll my eyes.

''Come on, don't leave them in the dust, also sharing a name with your character is weird right?'' He teases me, I resist the urge to walk over and playfully slap him.

''Fine. She was created by God to please the angels in whatever way they needed, with her consent obviously. She creates a connection with Gabriel and their connection become the focus of her life, until she meets Crowley-'' I look over at Sheppard and paint a fake scowl on my face, sending the audience into light laughter. ''-who is also vying for her attention, but as you all know, she had been killed off at the end of the last season. Y'all didn't see that blinding golden light and her disappearing act?'' I raise my eyebrow at the crowd. They murmur amongst themselves.

''Are you sure she was killed off?'' Richard snickers from next to me. ''What if her dear Gabe just snapped her away for some-'' He wags his eyebrows to out fans. ''-angel on paragon action.''

''It's literally in the script shut up- or you know, believe this idiot.'' I smile, showing I meant no offense

''Scripts change! You know that!'' Misha reasons, aggressively.

''I suppose so.'' Leaving audiences in an unsolved mystery is the fun of cons.

---

Sitting in the green room, it's sweaty and warm after the panel. We are instantly greeted by our colleagues awaiting their next instructions such as Mark Pellegrino, Sebastian Roche and Rob Benedict.

''Welcome back, you little bastards.'' Sebastian's voice rings throughout the room, I groan, faceplanting onto the couch where Rob sat, fiddling with an acoustic guitar.

We sat, talked, ate, I napped, yknow the usual.

---

''So, do you think they will bring you back for the next season?'' Misha asks, I bite my lip and answer him.

''I have no idea, no one has said anything so maybe not. I'll be joining our widdle Kings of Con if not.'' I give a baby voice when talking about the couple that is R2.

''Hey!'' Rob's voice wavers in his distinct little way.

''Rude of you to call me little.'' Richard winks and I shoot gag at him, he feigns a frown.

''In other news-'' Mark Pellegrino's cut-in is interrupted by a blinding golden light, surrounding the room. I grip onto Rob's arm as the ground begins to shake, burring my head into his chest, I cover my eyes from the light. He holds me back just as tight, hiding in the comfort of my shoulder. One of many weird, intimate moments with him that makes people believe we are together.

A loud, pitched, sound rattles around us. A few of us scream in pain but I just whimper and move closer into Rob.

Suddenly, everything stops and stills.

I can't force myself to move.

''What the fuck?!'' I hear Misha, making me not want to move even more.

''Ha! Look, she's cuddling you. Awe.'' I hear Richard's voice, but it wasn't him, it didn't sound like him. I pull myself away from Rob's chest and look at the scene unfolding.

'What the fuck?'' I whisper, repeating Collins' earlier comment. Stood here, a few feet in front of us are Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer and Chuck. Did I miss something?

''Not happy to see us, darlin'?'' Gabriel smirks, a foot of his approaches me, I look at them in confusion and shock.

''W-What's going on?'' That is the first time I have ever heard Pellegrino stutter.

''We should probably talk...'' Chuck wavers his hands to us all, motioning us to listen to him.

''So, uh, Y/n here? She's our Y/n, from our reality and we kinda want her back.'' Gabriel shuffles his weight between each of his feet, I'm in too much terror to even speak, so is everyone else.

''You hear him, dickbags? We want her back.'' Lucifer crosses his arms, staring dead into Pellegrino's soul, presumably to make him uncomfortable.

''I don't understand-'' I stop myself, leaving it at that.

''Wait, do you not remember?'' Gabriel looks at me, broken eyes reflect his inside pain.

''Of course she doesn't, you bollock! Can't you see the look on her face?'' Crowley rolls his eyes but for some reason I can sense his true sadness.

''I will explain, better.'' Castiel takes a step towards me. ''You are Y/n Divine, our Divine, your the celestial from our existence. Your our...?'' He struggles to find the words, Balthazar answers for him. Not the lot of explaining I need there, Cas.

''Our collective soulmate, so to speak.'' He nods.

''Yeah, that's who I am in Supernatural but- this isn't the show, this is reality. I gotta be dreaming, oh my God-'' Chuck interferes (doesn't he always).

''That's me.'' The nervous laugh from the bearded almighty almost makes me laugh, almost, but the situation was too real for it. ''Would it help if I...showed you?'' He says, unsure of his choice of words.

For some reason, I pour my trust into him, and walk towards the clone of my almost boyfriend, I wished.

''Mind if I show all of you?'' Chuck asks, before ignoring some of the 'no's in the room and he snaps, bringing us into a dream state.

Scenes flow through our brains, ones that weren't in the show

---

Dressed in a white kaftan with golden afflictions, there was Y/n, lay in the greenest of grass. And next to her? Gabriel the Archangel. Almost in a Bella-Edward meadow position, the two looked into each other, reading one another's soul.

''Run away with me.'' Gabriel whispers, lighter than air.

''What?'' She snaps out of her dreamy daze.

''Let's leave, you don't need any other angel that isn't me.'' This breaks her heart, although Gabriel was her favourite and the one she had a special connection with, she had a duty to remain near the other angels.

''I want to-'' Gabe's heart lifts but sank soon after. ''-but you know I can't. I wasn't created to defy my purpose, I would cease to exist if I did.'' A tear rolls down her cheek, the light from the fading sun rested gracefully on her skin.

''I know. Oh, what was I thinking? My father will come after us and- I would rather now think about what he would do to us, to you.'' He looks away from her to relish in his pain.

''Don't be like that, my little Aurelian enchanter-'' She mentions the colour of his golden wings, which lay across the ground behind him, a beautiful sight. ''-the time will come where no angel needs me, then I can devote myself to you, only you.'' She mumbles, pressing a sure kiss to the peak of his nose. He huffs in a peaceful array of emotion.

''At least you don't kiss any other of my brothers or estranged family.'' He nudges back at her, nose to nose.

---

''That was sickening to watch.'' Pellegrino chuckles into the dark abyss of our voices, unable to see each other but still recognising each other within the blindness.

''Shall I show you another one?'' A rhetorical question from the Lord from above, as he whisks us into another memory.

---

She sat on a bench, clad in elegancy, the world was still new and beaming. New angels were being created, not all of them needed a divine celestial to aid them, so she spent her days watching the creations live. The bees harvesting pollen from the flowers was one of her favourite sights.

She felt an angelic presence appear next to her, but a new one, an unknown one.

''Who might you be?'' She asks, not tearing her eyes away from the fuzz of a creature.

''I am Castiel.'' Short and stat, seems like the kind of being he was, without a vessel he could be read more easily.

''No vessel yet, I assume?'' She looks towards the beam of light beside her.

''No, not yet. I hardly think there's a need for such a thing.'' His voice was the most beautiful she had heard, of all the angels, no vessel and no front made him so much more enticing.

''Well, nice to meet you. You're wings...they're black? Pretty though, new as well.'' She smiled at Castiel, his aura positively increased, the interaction helping them both. Just a simple amount of time in company can help an angel.

''Thank you.''

---

''So that's Castiel?'' Misha seems uneasy.

''Would you like to see the encounter between her and his vessel?''

---

She sat, with Balthazar, just grooming his beautiful wings. An act she did for her most favourite angels.

''Have you seen Castiel's vessel?'' He smiles up at her, in his own vessel.

''Not yet but I am excited though, from the comments I'm hearing, he is a most handsome fellow.'' She brushes past a certain spot, making Bal shiver in delight, not in a sexual manner.

''Ugh, like you don't find yourself infatuated with my golden winged brother already, don't go falling for another one.'' He groans in disgust, she laughs, melodically.

''I can promise you, I won't.'' That was a future lie.

''Hello, Y/n.'' A new voice from behind her, sensing the energy, she knew it was Cas.

A wide grin stretches across her features, ''Castiel!'' She shouts, whipping round to face the angel in his new restrictions. ''My, my, good choice, my angel.'' A nickname specifically reserved for the defying being.

''I would say 'thank you', but it would be a most similar and repetitive interaction.'' She sighs in relaxation, reliving her first encounter with Castiel.

''You are always welcome, you're one of my favourites.'' She boops his nose, squeaking 'boop' at the same time, Cas cocks his head in confusion.

''Boop?'' He questions her, she shrugs her shoulders.

''You're cute, so I booped you.'' She giggles, Castiel couldn't refuse the stutter in his 'emotions' as she spoke.

''Okay.''

---

I heard Mark Sheppard's voice throughout the void, ''YoU'rE cUtE, sO i BoOpEd YoU!'' His badgering voice pointing fun at me.

''Shut up.'' I mumble.

---

It was beautiful, the winding waterfall gushing down the rocks, watching it flow. She sat, in deep thought, things between Lucifer and Michael were getting tense, she was scared for the future.

''You don't need to worry about us, my little cherub.'' Lucifer's voice mixed eloquently with the sound of the waves slowly connecting the lake below.

''It's part of my job, I couldn't help it if I tried.'' She shrugged, she stared at the water, taking in the fresh air.

''I know that things aren't simple, they never will be, just know you will always have me. I have never spoken to anyone in such a tone before, you should be honoured, little one.'' This made her accumulate, she leaned back into hold, he was a median temperature. It was nice.

''My Lucifer.'' She grinned in thought. ''You always have been the most intriguing, I will never give up on you, I promise you that.'' She craned her neck to look at the blonde, before pressing the smallest of kisses to his jaw. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so honest with himself, and she wouldn't again for some time.

---

''My dear, this is too dangerous. You are not a warrior, you are a healer and an abettor. I can't let you, I'm sorry.'' Crowley's gruff rumble soaked the thin air, she wanted to fight for her angels- with her angels. She held the power, but not the will.

''I was made for this moment, this is my purpose, I have to do something.'' She pleads, tears stinging her eyes.

''Listen to me, darling, they need you alive more than you're help. Listen to what I'm saying, although I am nonpartisan, I can't remain unbiased. I fear that my little, fascination with you is what keeps you safe. The angels may not love it, but it keeps you safe whilst they handle their own. They want you safe, so that is what I will do.'' His short monologue seemed to flip something within Y/n, she stayed silent for a moment, reeling in thought. Hearing his repetition of the word safe just made her wish the same for her angels.

''I-I guess you're right. I don't want anything to happen to them, you remember last time, when it all-'' She couldn't bring herself to continue, relishing in the agony of remembering when Lucifer was cast.

''Yes, my dear, and you nearly got caught in the crossfire. It can't happen again, there is no other being like you and there never will be. The stories are that God nearly killed himself trying to create you, you are everything he wanted humanity to be.'' She smiled at this, he was trying to cheer her up with a bit of complimenting. ''Even if you are stubborn.'' She slapped his chest, as a farce and let out a small cachinnate.

---

Everyone was silent, things started to get heavy on thought and reason. No one could think of a word to say.

''One more for good measure, then we will asses you, Y/n.'' Uh, what does that mean?

---

The quiet air that surrounded the two was comforting and safe, content and peaceful. Y/n and Gabriel sat opposite one another, his wings lay in her lap as she did what she does best. Her hands traced up the outer lining of his wings, from top to bottom, before moving in the the inner feathers. She rolled a collection of feathers between her fingers each time she moving a few inches down, softly and gently. Working out the stress and the tightness that wound itself within them, he holds onto her knee, using it as a gripping post every once in a while. It wasn't a pain thing though, it was quite the opposite, the gratification and the bliss he was receiving from such a special moment was intense.

''I don't know why, I think your wings are my favourite.'' She hums out, brushing out the feathers she had been fixing in a swoop from the height of his wing and downwards, before moving on to the next section.

''Oh, really?'' Gabriel couldn't resist the playful tone residing in his comment, but that was what Y/n loved, he wasn't afraid to tease her.

''Without a doubt, they're mesmerising. Such a beautiful colour, and shape. They suit you so well.'' Slowly, she leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, before gently pulling herself back.

''Come on, sweetheart! You can do better than that-'' His voice is cut off by a staggering gasp as she unwinds a knot in his feather, gripping her knee tight, he swoons.

She doesn't say a word, yet she picks up her head again, craning towards the angel's face. While continuing to brush out his ailerons of flight, she kisses him again, direct and strong. She moves against his lips with such care but much passion, Gabriel couldn't resist the slip of his tongue to her, she wasn't in any way complaining.

---

''Okay, that was upsetting to watch.'' Richard grumbles, we find ourselves back inside the green room, standing in front of us remain Chuck and Gabriel.

''You're telling me.'' I let a slanted expression reach my face.

''You mean you still don't remember?'' Gabriel's frown tugs at my heart, I feel something for him, but not as immense as what we have been watching.

''I have something that might work, but it might...do something?'' Chuck gives out a nervous chuckle, small and barely there.

''Do it, I need her back, I don't care about the consequences unless it hurts her.'' The strain and torment in his intonation is dismal.

''It won't hurt her, but it might- never mind, if it happens then it happens, if it doesn't then you will be happy you didn't know.'' Chuck walks towards me with purpose and I cower back slightly, a stern alarm on my face.

''W-Woah there, what are you doing?'' I reach out my hands in a 'stop' motion, he grabs hold of them.

''Bringing back your memory, I need you to focus on the moments you just watched, think about how you felt during them.'' I thought back, I felt as if I was the girl in the grass, and in heaven and the girl who loved the angels. I revelled in the select memories, the beautiful memories. ''Good, carry on thinking about them and how you felt.''

I felt a warmth surge through my hands, as they remained connected to Chuck's.

''It's working.'' I peek open my eyes and look down at our hands. Mine are white and hold a holy glow, my eyes widen as I look at the magic.

''This is you?'' I ask, Chuck shakes his head.

''It's you, well, it's us. You have your own powers, but this kind can only be used when I am touching you. You know you have angelic advantages, from the show?'' He explains in a way I understand, I nod. ''D-Do you want to remember this world? Along with your true one?'' I bit my lip before answering.

''I would, some people I can't let go.'' I look towards Rob, who stood off towards the side, the group of my colleagues still in shock of the situation, some whispering to each other.

''I see. Are you ready?'' The heat is getting more intense in my hands, a burning hot white light shines from then.

''I think so.''

''I need to warn you, you may not like what could happen next.'' He unclasps our hands before reaching up to sandwich my head between them. It wasn't painful, it was peculiar, my body went numb. This took around a minute before he took his hands of me.

My mind and his instantly travelled to a secluded world. It was barren and empty, but beautiful, Red sand and burnt skies surrounded me, small oasis' patched around. The sun was in a constant set, never going up nor down.

''Where are we?'' I asked Chuck, he was dressed in a white pant and shirt, I looked down towards myself. I was enclosed by a gorgeous lengthy white garment, a golden sash across my waist.

''We're in your head. How are you feeling?'' I smile.

''Like myself, thanks Chuck, nice to meet you by the way- can't believe I haven't said that yet, after all Gabe has told me.''

''Um, okay, this is going to be awkward to ask. What do you feel? When you look at me, that is.''

''Hm...'' I look into his soft eyes. I felt as if I belonged there, like it was home. My whole existence within his soul.

''That's- not good.'' He must have read me, because I didn't say that out loud. I widen my eyes, starting to panic. ''I-I mean, it could be? It depends how you feel on the matter.'' He tries to soothe me.

''Explain.'' Was all I said.

''We- well. I've linked us, not on purpose. You're life's fulfilment is with me now, along with the angels. I'm not your creator anymore, I'm your equal. Yet you are not light nor dark, your the meld of both, a mediator if you will. The love for the angels, can be found within myself now. I'm sorry, I never thought it would actually happen.'' I'm guessing this is the first time he has ever apologised, I don't know how but- I feel like I know everything about him. The almost humanitarian way he dabbles jn his powers is confronting.

''Yes, that's another edge you have, you know everything about me now, you know who I am and what I've done.'' He looks ashamed and off to the side.

''You may not be proud of who you are, but I am-'' I hold his hand and turn his head with my other. ''You're the creator, just because you have done bad things, does not mean you're a bad person.'' I feel like I've known him my whole life, I technically have. He remains silent.

''We will have our time, go seem them. If you ever need to see me and I'm not around, think of this place and I'll meet you here, no matter how far apart we are.'' He extracts us from the sanctuary.

I'm back in my own body, looking around at the awkward faces of my peers. We must have been stood, staring into space for some time.

''Hey-''I turn to Gabe as he speaks, walking towards him before I stop dead in my tracks. I swiftly run back to Chuck, slamming my lips against his, I feel my heart stutter in the shock of my own actions. He kisses me back with much more passion, before I pull away. I look at Rob, his mouth his hung open, using my power I look into his head.

He's shocked and- jealous. He thinks it's invigorating to see a version of himself kiss you. Realising he could've admitted his feelings to you, perhaps you wouldn't have gone back to them.

''Well- okay, that's new.'' Gabriel mutters, his voice cracks in the middle of his speech.

I turn and run towards Gabe.

''Don't worry, you're still my favourite.'' He yanks me into a hug, pulling me into a compact hug, I wrap my legs around his waist.

He whispers some enochian into my ear, I bite my lip and smile. Along the lines of 'should I book the hotel now or later?'.

''You know full well we don't need to do that.'' I couldn't help but tease him back, he sighs in content, happy to have us back.

''I'm- confused, what the fuck is going on?'' Sebastian calls.

''If you want, you can make them forget, Y/n.'' Chuck announces, a valley of yelling and protests wash over me from the Supernatural cast.

''Can I? It could be for the best...'' I trail off, the cast look at me with hurt in their eyes, I decide to communicate with Rob through his head.

'Rob' He looks around, alarmed. 'I'm in your mind, don't panic'

'How could you? I know you aren't meant to be here but please don't make me forget you' I could hear the pain within him.

'I won't completely, you'll know me, but not as who I am. You will know me as your colleague and friend, I'll visit you'

'I love you, I'm sorry I never said it' I heard his heart shatter.

'I love you too, maybe we can develop something in the future' Maybe I was asking too much of myself, maybe not.

''You ready to go back?'' Chuck waltzes toward me and Gabriel. ''Other angels want to see you, I can hear them, it's rather annoying.'' I smile at the thought of seeing them all again, this time knowing who they are to me.

''I think so.'' I turn back to say my goodbyes.

''Misha, you are one of the most genuine and kind people this Earth can offer, I'm so happy I met you.'' I move forward to hug him, channelling my power, as soon as I leave this plane it will activate- leaving them in the state they were before.

''Mr. Sheppard, you smarmy bastard, never change. The world couldn't take it. I'll see you soon.'' I step forward to hug him.

''My, my, Pellegrino, a tear? Not going soft on me, are you?'' He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at me. ''I'll miss you and your karaoke.'' I hug him, he holds on a little longer, refusing to let me go. I look at him with sad eyes, before turning to Sebastian.

''You and your attitude Roche, you're such a light person, you'll see me again and I promise you that. Keep up the humour, you're not yourself without it.'' I hug him, ejecting a powerful wave.

''Richard, I will admit you are my best friend, even when you're trying to sleep with everything that walks. Take care of Robbie for me, I won't be too long before my next visit, so hold on.'' I grip him in my arms, pulling gently on his beard as we part, before getting mockingly swatted away.

I couldn't sat goodbye to Rob, looking at his disheartened face. ''R-Robbie-'' I tried not to cry, saying goodbye to so many friends is breaking me.

''I can't explain how much you mean to me, I love you, in every way you can imagine. I love you all.'' I hug Rob, not wanting to let go.

''Please don't go.'' His whimper makes me finally let out tears.

''I need to. I promise I'll return.'' I think about my next action, before deciding on it.

'Pull away if you don't want this.' I say to him, his head is swimming with agony.

Kissing him, very lightly, I feel tears mix on my lips. I pull away before I get too attached.

''Gonna miss you, so much.'' He whispers to me, clutching my shirt in his hands.

''I have to go, bye Benedict, till we meet again.'' I try to spin a comedic affect into my words, stepping away from my best friends.

Chuck holds out his hands, Gabriel and I connect to them. I shut my eyes, I can't face what I'm leaving behind. I feel a golden illumination against my shut eyelids.

It's not forever, but I will miss them.

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headgehug · 2 years

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I'm a smarty-pants so I'm asking you every question from that Disco Elysium post. Every question! Is that legal? Probably not! But what else am I supposed to do, wait for people around to ask you everything individually? I don't think so!!!!

lord almighty i'll see what i can do

Who is your favourite character apart from Harry and Kim?

egghead baby!

2. What is the one skill you would use to best describe yourself?

i like to think conceptualization. or maybe hand eye coordination (failure)

3. Do you have a favourite Copotype and political alignment and if so, which one?

art cop moralintern is what i ended up being, and probably what i'd end up being myself. just because i don't know what good to do with myself but i know i want to make something beautiful.

4. What is one thing you don’t like about the story or that could have been done better?

i won't criticize the choice of killer because i'm not sure how i could have done it better necessarily, but i mean, it probably could have been something more?

5. What is a popular fan interpretation that you don’t like?

gosh i can't really think of my own. i straight up dgaf about klaasje though she used up all her second chances with me lol.

6. What do you love about the game?

wow, off the top of my head i love just how many ways there are to experience it

7. Is there any type of fan content that you wish there would be more of

egghead metas >.<

8. What is your favourite line from the game?

really love this:

9. Do you have a favorite political vision quest?

I liked being on the radio with the moralintern guys. depressing shit.

10. What are your headcanons for what happens after the end of the game?

ohh i haven't really thought about this. for brevity's sake, my hope is that Leo gets to take over for Evrart at some point and really turns the place around.

11. Do you want more official games and stories set in Elysium and if so, which ones?

i'd like to see what happens after, how many years did it say until the end of the world? then.

12. What are your headcanons for pre-Martinaise Harry?

sad stupid and slutty. idk.

12. What is your least favourite aspect of the game mechanics?

loading screens :|

(i think i messed up somewhere with my numbers bc i know this is 14. and i already answered it oopsie.) What was the moment that touched you most while playing?

15. When playing it for the first time, did you go in blind or not? Is there anything you would want to change about your first playthrough?

pretty blind! i went thinker archetype and i'm glad i did, i wanted to switch to intuitive skills but i'm glad i didn't restart, the knowledge was worth it.

16. Wild Pines vs. The Débardeurs’ Union – what do you think of the Evrarts and who do you root for?

oh god, idk that i'm smart enough for this. i liked that despite how Evrart is set up to be just a horrible guy through and through... he does do some good. it's hard.

17. What skill is the most fun/coolest/most interesting to set as your signature skill?

probably inland empire, espirit de corps, or shivers, but... encyclopedia and perception were mine and i had a lot of fun.

18. What is your opinion on the Elysium lore?

what, all of it? it rocks??

19. Which character arc or piece of lore would you have wanted to be explored more in depths?

Egghead :) or Acele's connection to Evrart! i'd also love to see a conversation between Tiago and Noid.

20. How would you position yourself politically in Revachol?

(honesty edition) liberals. je suis une coweurde and a business major i'm so sorry god

21. Is there something that you missed on your first playthrough that completely blew your mind and/or changed how you view the story when you found out it existed later?

i failed the dancing checks to get the big shivers thing where you talk to the city! that was insane.

21. What would your own stats be?

oooh. idk. i think high intelligence, like encyclopedia, probably rhetoric. maybe shivers. bad composure.

22. What is a thing in fanworks that you eat up every single time?

you're so cool kim :0 and the skills talking

23. What is your interpretation of the title of the game?

exactly what the club kids said <3 it's a little outdated it's a little otherworldly it's a little depressing it's a lot hopeful

24. Favourite piece of in-game art (graffiti, poetry etc.)?

how can i not love cindy the skull's big piece at the end? "one day i will return to your side"

25. Just ramble freely about the game and let me know your thoughts.

rene i am so so sorry i threw your boulle. i never got to tell you. i'm sorry i tried to give you a shitty shot put to replace it. rene forgive me. rene.

#bruh. i'm challenging u right back if you're up for it.#tysm <3 #asks #de spoilers

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hankwritten · 3 years

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I am Full to the Brim with All the Bullets I've Bit

Demoman/Soldier, 2k

Request for someonehasto, Hooligan

Soldier slapped two things into the palm of the sleeping Demoman, startling him awake. “Happy anniversary,” he said informatively.

“Anniversary?” Demo asked, a little woozily. “But er…wasn’t our anniversary months ago?”

“Not the anniversary of when we started dating.”

Blearily, and still a bit hungover, Demo said, “then…anniversary of when we met? That’s not until…”

The sentence trailed off, but Soldier helpfully concluded, “June seventeenth! But that is not the anniversary I am referring to either.”

“Then what are you talking about lad?” Demo pressed, a little curtly.

“It is the anniversary of the day we said we loved each other.”

“…Oh. I er…oh.” Demo rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t…remember that.”

“That is not surprising! That night you were incredibly drunk!”

“…Oh.”

“So that is why it is our anniversary, and now that means you can look at your gift.”

Demo, who still hadn't looked at his hand, glanced at the pair of tickets. “Sploocher Brewing Company?” he blinked. “Oh, a brewery tour.”

“You’ve been saying you want to go to Sploocher for a while now.”

“I did, but I didn’t think you were listening. Ach, wait I’m sorry, that came out wrong. This is actually a really nice gift, thank you Jane.”

Soldier smiled widely, proud for getting it right this year. “I am glad it meets your standards!”

“More than,” Demo agreed. “You can probably guess, but I didn’t get anything for you…”

“That is not a problem! I will consider this a fun activity we can do together.”

“Fantastic. When is this ‘fun activity’ running anyway?”

“April twenty-eighth.”

“…Today’s the twenty eighth.”

“Yes!” Soldier declared cheerfully. “The tour will commence in approximately forty-eight minutes and twelve seconds! That is why I woke you up.”

“Bloody hell,” Demo panicked, and ran upstairs to change out of his whiskey-stained robe.

Soldier waited a beat before calling up after him, “I will go start the car.”

The brewery was far too noisy for Soldier’s liking. The dawdling minutes before the tour started (he and Demo had arrived exactly on time, but the group beforehand was running late so all that rushing was for naught in the end) were spent at the bar, drinking the complimentary soda out of a curly straw. The beer wasn’t complimentary, but they’d each received a wristband allowing them four free drinks each, and Soldier had been quick to sneak Demo his share of the tabs. The Demoman was back on his way to his usual level of drunk, and Soldier watched him with a slight smile.

“Here lad,” Demo said, scooting two unlabeled cups he’d poured a bit of beer into. “Blind taste test.”

Soldier set aside his soda. He lifted the first, smacking away the aftertaste, then tried second. “You’re messing with me, DeGroot. That’s the exact same beer.”

“Not a bit, Doe.” Demo slid forward the two bottles he’d been shielding from view. “Red Shed and Blu Streak, untampered condition.”

Soldier shook his head. “Really is different clowns, same circus, huh?”

“Does that make us the clowns?”

“Considering the stupid song and dance we put on for all those years, I’d say so.”

“Excuse me,” a meek voice called over the chattering tour groups, if lacking in volume then making up for it in direction. “Presentation will be starting soon. Please line up near the double doors.”

“That’s our cue,” Demo prompted, setting his empty tankard on the bar. He’d used every one of their combined wristband-tabs, and hadn’t wasted a single drop. “Let’s go see how this place shakes, aye?”

Unfortunately, before they were even allowed in the brewery itself, there was a fifteen-minute introduction on the Sploocher company history.

“Randy Sploocher developed a love of German beer while stationed in Ansburg, which he brought here to New Mexico after graduating from uh. From…” The tour guide shuffled his note cards. “…I don’t actually remember where he graduated from, ha ha.”

“Jesus this lad’s green,” Demo mumbled to Soldier.

“Shhh!” Soldier hissed. “I am learning about Randy Sploocher.”

He could hear Demo sigh.

By the time they’d actually got to the processing floor, the nervous young tour guide had dropped his cards no less than three separate times, and wound up asking the audience, “does anyone know the four ingredients to beer?” twice.

“Water, yeast, hops, and malt,” Demo muttered under his breath. He leaned closer to Soldier’s shoulder. “Oi. Want to ditch the dodo chain?”

Soldier, having barely heard the question, said, “I like malt. It’s one of the ingredients in a chocolate malt!”

“…Along with chocolate?”

“Yes! And that!”

Demo grumbled something, but Soldier was paying attention to the speech again.

“Here we have our brewers,” the guide was explaining. “Most modern breweries use electric heaters since they’re more reliable, but here at Sploocher Company we do the things the old fashion way, open flame only for that signature Sploocher taste.”

“If it’s not reliable, does that mean you’re always making bad batches?” a voice came from the crowd.

The nervousness, which had only lessoned out of sight a moment ago, came back with a vengeance. “Uh, well, yes. We have our certified taste tester verify every batch, and if doesn’t meet the Sploocher standard we dump the whole thing.”

Smiling proudly, the tour guide seemed to be under the impression that this was a satisfactory answer until a booming voice confronted him with, “WHAT.”

Soldier, less than a foot away from the shout, jumped just as much as anyone.

“You’re telling you just throw out the entire brew of beer?” Demo said in mounting horror. He swaggered a little as he took a step forward. “There must be over ten thousand gallons in one of those!”

It was a pretty large tank, two-stories stretching into the open floor plan, sleek and white except for the Sploocher logo (a multicolored parrot driving a tractor) pasted across the surface. Around them, the hum of beer brewing thrummed the air, rising to the many-windowed upper areas. While technically a microbrewery, it was still quite impressive, at least to the Soldier who’s experience with beer came almost exclusively from what Demo tried to forcefully impart on him.

“Oh actually it’s-” The young man shuffled through his notes. “…I’m not sure actually. But if it isn’t that good ‘ole Sploocher taste then we don’t put our label on it, haha.”

The Demoman was appalled. “Tasting terrible is no reason to get rid of perfectly good alcohol. What do you do with it?”

“Well, the Teufort Waste Processing Facility gives us exclusive dumping rights in the Well-”

“Lord almighty,” Demo moaned, putting a hand to his forehead. “This…this is bloody terrible. This might be the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

He wobbled a little, and Soldier had to grab his arm to keep him upright. Around them, several of the other tour attendees whispered, and Soldier wondered if maybe they were right about Demo hitting the pre-entertainment refreshments a little hard.

Maybe in an attempt to head off further discussion, the guide said, “and uh folks that’s it for the brewing area! Now if you’ll follow me, you’ll be able to see our bottling area!”

“Ooo, bottles,” Soldier said excitedly.

However, as he tried to follow the tail end of meandering gaggle into the next chamber, something gently tugged him back.

“Jane,” Demo said, as conspiratorial as he was un-sobered, “I think it’s about time we sprung a jailbreak.”

“Spy and Scout are in prison again?” Soldier blinked.

“No lad, the beer,” Demo insisted. “Somewhere in this facility there’s a whole tank of beer they’re going to execute.”

“And you want to do…what, exactly?”

“Not let it go to waste for one!” Demo huffed. “It’s a crime, what’s going on here. We can’t just let them get away with it!”

“But…” Soldier looked over his shoulder.

“Pah,” Demo said. “Fine then. I’m going to go see some justice done.”

The only other people in the confines of the brewery were the tour group, now mostly disappeared behind a pair of swinging doors. There was no one but the beer itself to witness Demo storm off, swaggering slightly as he sometimes did on the battlefield, leaving Soldier’s head to ping between him and the location of the bottling process. Demo's idea sounded fun but...When was next time he was going to see that many bottles in one place?

In the end, Soldier determined Demo would probably be fine on his own.

This assumption didn’t hold, as twenty-two minutes later a resounding cry of, “KABLOOIE!” echoed through the brewery.

Heads turned. Gasps were had. Handkerchiefs were placed in front of open mouths. All and all it was a mortified audience that turned and saw a cackling Demoman standing atop one of the giant tanks, holding a detonator in his hand and raising it like Connor MacLeod before him.

Soldier might have wondered ‘where the hell did he get that’ if that particular phrase hadn’t crossed his mind so often before it had become cliché. His fellow onlookers, not wise to the ways of Tavish DeGroot, didn’t even recognize the significance of the little device, and were therefore shocked when his bellow of, “FREEEDOOMMM!!!” was followed by the great echo of an explosion.

Soldier cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted, "oorah!" as a show of support. He was getting nearly as worked up as Demo, when he head the sound of two more explosions.

Even from this distance Soldier could see the change in Demo’s face, and came to the conclusion that the additional detonations were not part of the plan.

“…Crap,” Demo muttered.

Seconds later, a rumbling came from within the deepest bowels of the Sploocher Brewing company, the splashing of something powerful sweeping through machinery and toward confused tour-goers. The telltale crash of thousands of gallons of sour beer.

“Run!” someone screamed as the first wave of golden liquid came barreling around the corner.

Screams of warning turned to screams of panic, people rushing all at once toward the closest visible exit, stampeding each other in an attempt to get out of the way of the oncoming tsunami. Bottles, happily chugging along down the conveyer belt, were blissfully unaware of their oncoming demise, and when they wave hit they fell by the hundreds, adding their contents to the already considerable torrent.

“P-please if we could all form an orderly- Wa-hoah!”

Any more advice the guide might have given was silenced as he was the first dragged outside. Soldier, meanwhile, was trying an entirely different tactic, pushing to where he’d last seen the Demoman before the tank he’d been standing on had started to shake.

“Move you maggots! There is more on the line here than civilian lives! Know that I would through each and every one of you into the line of fire if it meant victory!”

Threatening was no use. As the first wave of beer washed over his shoes, he was shoved outside.

“Sir! Sir you can’t go back in there.”

One of the brewery’s security guards (shouldn’t he have been inside during all this? Might have avoided having one drunken Scotsman tearing his place to shreds if he had) tried to stop Soldier once he’d gotten free of the lemmings.

“It’s an extreme fire hazard,” the guard continued.

“Ha! Fire? I can tell you from personal experience that burning to death is not the most painful way to die. Doesn’t even crack the top three. Now move, maggot.”

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have been inside trying to stop Demo, since all it took was a slight shove for Soldier to knock him aside.

Inside was a damn mess. Half the tanks were knocked over, adding to the rising fluid, and the rest looked massively destabilized. This level of beer wouldn’t last long (as it was already emptying both into the built-in drain) of the brewery floor and out the building’s exits), but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a drudge to get through. That didn’t matter. He needed to find Demo. That was what was important.

Bottles floated ironically in the seas of yellow—their purpose realized, but in all the wrong ways. Soldier wondered what Demo had been trying to do in the first place. He’d assumed that the man was just going to find a random tank of to-be-extradited alcohol and attempt to drink it all himself, but apparently he’d underestimated Demo’s ability to make explosives devices out of even the most mundane of objects. Stupid. Demo had spent his whole childhood perfecting that technique.

“Tavish!” Soldier called out, the slosh of beer answering him. “Tav! Relay your position, stat!”

"O're here..." a faint voice called eventually.

He followed the noise to the very back of the brewery, where the trucks might come to take the finished kegs away. Among the leaning steel basins was a Demoman, sitting in an inch of beer and staring at his knees. He looked despondent. Even more worryingly, he looked sober.

Soldier splashed the short distance between them. After a moment, he sat down next to his partner. "Almost wish I had come with you. You looked like you were King of America up there!"

Demo wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Jane. Did I ruin our anniversary?”

Surprised by the change in topic, Soldier said, “not really? Your ability to cause property damage is why I fell in love with you. I am just glad you are unharmed.”

“Ah. That's good then.” Demo put his head in his hands. “I’m...sorry I didn’t get you anything. And I'm sorry I...it's just bothering me that…Why can’t I remember?”

Now Soldier was really lost. "Remember?"

“I can’t-” Demo wasn’t quite crying, but the effects of sobering up had turned his eye rather red. “I can’t remember the night I told you I loved you. How fucked up is that? That I’m running around, not being able to remember whole chunks of my life. Whole chunks of my life with you.”

He sniffed, and wiped his face on his sleeve. Soldier put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

“Do you think I have a problem?” Demo asked.

“What kind of problem?” Soldier said, surprised as anything.

“You know. With the drink.”

“Like…” Soldier floundered. “You still want to save the beer from its unjust execution?”

“No, I mean me, specifically.” He glanced at his hands, no devoid of the detonator, which was probably for the best. Evidence and all. But then, he lifted his chin and pointed at Soldier one of the most desperate looks he’d ever been given. “Do…do I need to stop?”

His voice was small, and timid, like even the even the suggestion was sacrilege in this holy space.

“I don't think you should be asking me,” Soldier admitted. “I'd love you even if were the soberest sonuvabitch this side of the New Schlooper Ocean. Better question is do you want to stop?”

Demo didn’t respond. Not for a quite a while, until Soldier thought he might not answer at all. But finally, in that same small voice, “I think I do.”

“Okay. I will help then.”

“Aye?”

“Whatever you want. Or need. Whichever this is. But first, lets get out of here. I think all this booze is giving me a swimmers rash.”

“Ha. Maybe. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened to me.”

“You live a strange life DeGroot. Now come on.”

Soldier helped Demo to his feet, and as the two heard sirens in the distance, they began to make there way from the building as they often did on dates: with the knowledge that they’d probably be pursued by local law enforcement soon enough.

#demosolly #tf2 fanfiction

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