that post 100% sums up how i feel about springtrap's later designs like, you're telling me that the franchise's main overarching villain and antagonist, a sinister and menacing person who was genuinely terrifying (at least personally) with actions and a design to prove it (his purple era jsjs and ofc Springtrap), got reduced to THAT????

like this dude was a cold blooded murderer who built killer machines and after getting killed by his own creation, his corpse fused with it and was revived by sheer will. this mf who just refuses to fucking die turned into a weird looking burnt ass rat which at this point it's pathetic like bro was LIMPING, he's literally hanging by a thread and you want me to take him seriously?? lol

maybe this is a fitting end for him, an old rotting man who once was an ambitious and well respected man who used his talents for harm and got away with it for decades, now sits as a joke, a pathetic corpse who refuses to die due to his cowardness, completely powerless and not threatening, just a damn cockroach. serves him right

but yeah THE FOOT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE???? LIKE WHAT WERE GHEY THINKING?? ANYTIME I SEE IT I JUST SEE REDRDRRDRRDDRRDD

yah y'see i wouldn't have minded it as much (although i would have been disappointed) if it felt like they were going for that lol. the whole, "goodbye pathetic lil loser bunnyman uwu" thing. like there's a good way ta write an end ta an evil extravagant character like him where he fizzles out pathetically and make it GOOD,,,,but i just feel like there was no forethought abt it,,,,like they TRIED ta make him menacing in the bossfight and ending!! they built his miserable ass up!!! ugh

it happened just really abruptly like as soon as he came back he was gone, which is just. really pathetic. and if they wrote it better i might have enjoyed that but as of now? with security breach having little to know story as it is? its pathetic in a really embarrassing way. its like they didn't know what the fuck ta do w/him and just slapped something tagether

like i get that for ppl who hate him its like a fistpump in the air ta be like, "haha! fuck u man!! die again!!" but,,,,,putting aside my obvious thirst for him,,,,,,its just a really hollow end for a character that has so much chutzpah narratively yk? is there a term for the opposite of fan service b/c thats what it felt like lol. hater service? LMAO

like hello? pizza sim was his perfect physical end???? what they were doing next w/him infecting ppl's minds was really interesting why did they stop that!!!!!!!!!

FUCK THAT FOOT. FUCK IT TA HELL I WANNA BEAT BURNTRAP OVER THE HEAD W/A TREE BRANCH IM SO SERIOUS AND REAL RN WHY DO THEY KEEP REDESIGNING HIM SO AWFUL YOU HIT GOLD W/SPRINGTRAP AND GLITCHTRAP ITS ENUFF!!!

Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

All is Well ll An Obitine Fanfic

Title: All is Well Rating: M Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze (Briefly) Series: ABO Obitine (Part 9 out of ???), TAS Week (Omegaverse week) (Part 6 out of 7) Summary: Written for Temples and Sabers Day 6: Induced Rut ll Post The Lawless ll After Satine is stabbed with the darksaber on Mandalore, she is taken to a Nite Owl base to recover. As part of her recovery process, the medical staff needs to induce a rut in order to ensure she is healing properly and nothing else was damaged in the attack. Obi-Wan definitely does not take kindly to being separated from Satine during this. Author’s Note: I couldn't bring myself to write s//mut despite trying, so I did fade to black. No draft I wrote with it made me happy, so I decided against it for this one. Despite that, I hope you all enjoy!

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Satine had been unconscious for three days now, the lightsaber she took to the gut did more damage than Obi-Wan had initially thought. It was a miracle she was alive, if Bo-Katan had been any later in removing Satine’s body, she wouldn’t have survived. After Satine was safely off-world and in the care of the Nite Owls, Bo had come back for Obi-Wan, taking him directly to the base where she had brought Satine. They had their best medical team on it, trying to heal Satine.

Obi-Wan hadn’t slept, barely eaten, since he had arrived. Bo had been trying to encourage him to eat, but understood that until his alpha was okay, he wouldn’t be able to do much else. She may not have had a mate, but she knew what was in the nature of an omega. She wished he would understand that her sister wouldn’t want to see him like this, but there was nothing she could say that would shake him out of that one. He had to see that Satine was alright, before she knew he would start eating.

Finally, on the evening of the third day that Satine was unconscious, she started to wake. Obi-Wan could feel the change in the force, and he jolted up as he watched her eyes crack open before sliding shut almost immediately. He lifted a hand and dimmed the lights using the force, knowing that he would be in trouble if they found out. Then again, he was going to be in a lot of trouble anyway for his mission, but he couldn’t have denied Satine. Not after their last conversation… where she told him about Korkie and he left after saying he didn’t want to see her. He didn’t want that to truly be their last conversation. He could never apologize enough for what he said, he just felt so guilty. He was in the right for sure to be upset, but not to totally kick his mate out of his life like that. If she hadn’t survived, and he had lost her, he would have never forgiven himself.

“Hurts..” Her voice cracked from disuse, pain written all over her face. Obi-Wan felt like he could cry. He didn’t think he would ever hear her voice again, ever see her beautiful eyes staring back at him. He would cherish every moment with her, if she would let him back in her life…

“I know, my darling.” He saw her turn her head and his heart broke all over again at the surprise written on her face. Did she really think that he wouldn’t stay? Of course, despite him flying to Mandalore against the orders of the Council, he hadn’t even said anything about the last conversation they had.

“Obi-Wan… you’re really here?” She tried to sit up, but gasped in agony and fell back onto the bed in pain. “I thought… I would have sworn…”

“Shh, Satine, you need to stay laying back, you’re hurt badly. It’s a miracle that you’re alive.” He knew his anger was still close to the surface, but at the same time, he was willing to let it go now knowing that they had almost lost one another, that he had almost lost her. It was so close and he didn’t want to think about it. “Satine…”

Her eyes had drifted closed again, and he thought she was asleep, but then she spoke up again.

“I thought you would have left me. I thought you would have gone back to your Jedi Order now that you saved me.” He could hear the hurt in her voice and he felt his heart break further. “You don’t have to stay by my side any more.”

“W-What? Satine… why would I leave?” He asked, but already knew the answer. Because he had. She was hurting and because he was too, he had left her then. “Satine… I was angry then, I was hurt, but… I saw how close I had been to losing you. I saw you barely clinging to life. I saw the color leave your face. I couldn’t… I hated myself for the last meaningful conversation we had was anger and I said such horrible things to you. Can you forgive me, Satine?”

He felt his heart hammering in his chest, and he feared the worst, until he heard her weakly chuckle.

“Obi, I have been wanting to apologize to you since you left our room that night, apologize for so much.” Obi-Wan watched as her eyes grew unfocused for a second, like she was struggling to stay awake. He could only imagine the pain she was in and how weak she still was. “You are forgiven, you always were.”

“And you are as well, my darling, now rest. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her hand. “They aren’t getting me out of here that easily.”

A few weeks into her recovery, the doctor told them that they would have to induce a rut in Satine. It was under the supervision of the medical staff, and Obi-Wan was told that he wasn’t allowed in the room with her. They didn’t want anything sexual to come from her rut, but they needed to make sure her body was on the right path to recovery. So they ended up putting her on a medication that would start her rut, and did everything to keep Obi-Wan from entering the room so as to not trigger any possessive response or trigger his heat.

That was the intent, but after weeks of Satine’s recovery, with Obi-Wan not moving from her bedside, they had to know that he was going to be able to find a way into her room. Rut or no rut, after that, he never wanted to leave her side again.

As he was sneaking through the hallway to get to Satine’s room, the smell of her rut resonated through the halls. The doctors were lucky, many of them were alphas or betas, so the smell wouldn’t bother them. He could already feel the start of a heat coming on, but he had to be strong. He couldn’t succumb to his nature.

“I hate you all!” Satine’s voice rang out, the desperation in her voice. “I need my omega. Bring him to me, please!” Obi-Wan felt his skin flush and it took everything not to just run in there and beg for Satine. He needed to be in there, though. He wouldn’t leave Satine alone while she was suffering.

He finally pushed the door open, and was assaulted by the scent of her rut overwhelming him. He panted, pupils blown wide as he looked over at Satine. He had never seen her like this, even their first mating cycle after they were reunited wasn’t like this. He never imagined seeing her like this, and it was quite terrifying. But at the same time, it was arousing. Oh was it arousing…

“You shouldn’t be in here, di’kut jetii,” He heard Bo-Katan say from outside the door, but he closed and locked it behind him so she couldn’t get in. She had been the only omega allowed with Satine because they were sisters. Her rut wouldn’t affect Bo like he could immediately tell it was affecting him. Already his thoughts were becoming clouded, his heat coming on. He had to be strong, he had to resist so he could comfort Satine..

“Omega!” Satine didn’t sound like herself. He heard her in heats before, but the one driven by this, by force, make her far more possessive than she ever was.

“Let me take you, Omega, my good, sweet boy.” Her voice, which was possessive for sure, now took on a purr like quality. “My good Omega, you’re so good to me. Please, let me take you like you deserve. I need to feel you nice and hot around me.” Obi-Wan’s skin flushed and he knew what was coming. He knew he couldn’t control it much longer. He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have come around when her Rut was so strong. When he smelled her and realized that all he wanted was her to knot him…

“Alpha,” His voice hit a higher pitch than he expected, and Obi-Wan felt himself revert back to his inner Omega. He slipped his pants down, realizing that he was already getting wet with slick. “ Satine , please. I don’t know if I can be without your touch any longer.” He didn’t want her getting out of bed, knowing that while she was better, she still wasn’t able to get up for very long and movement was still difficult for her. “Let me, Alpha, please. Let me take care of you.”

He could hear the grumble of disapproval, but as she sat up and a pained hiss escaped her, he knew that she would relent. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to control herself much longer, and in truth, he didn’t want her to regret what she was doing and that he didn’t want it to weigh on her. In his last conscious moment before his heat overtook him, he smiled at Satine. “Please take me, Satine, I’m ready.”

Satine blinked a few times as she tried to get a grip on where she was. It took her a minute to realize that she was in the hospital bed. Her head was aching, and she was all sweaty and she felt oddly spent. She looked down and realized that Obi-Wan was in bed with her, his head on the pillow next to her, and they were still joined together.

Oh… Oh no.

She had always promised Obi-Wan that they would discuss it before she would knot him. And if they even considered the possibility of children, it would have to be after the war. A pregnant omega as a general in conflict was dangerous in and of itself, but Obi-Wan was far too important to the war effort to her annoyance. But… the medication used to induce ruts was often designed with pregnancies in mind, so it didn’t surprise her that this was the result. Of course… it was a relief to know that her body was healthy enough for this.

“Hmm, hello there,” She hadn’t realized that in her spiraling thoughts, Obi-Wan had awakened and was staring up at her with love in his eyes. “I would appreciate it, darling, if you would free me now. I’d like to get dressed before your sister decides to kill me.” She didn’t know how he could joke so easily, but she relented, slipping out of him and moving to pull up her underwear, which had thankfully only gotten to the edge of the bed. Her injury still hurt and she didn’t know if she could move more than this. He got out of bed, also wincing, which broke her heart. He pulled on his clothes and then moved to unlock the door to her room and sit on the chair beside her bed. “Satine…”

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She hoped it was okay that she was using the old nickname, after all, the last time she used it, he had snapped at her to not use it again. She had basically  told him that he wasn’t allowed to use it. When he didn’t comment, she allowed herself to relax at least a little bit. “I’m so sorry that I knotted you. I know… we promised to discuss it before we would actually try it…”

“You don’t remember what I said to you, do you?” She shook her head, and frowned upon hearing his sigh. “I told you that it was okay. Since we separated… I found someone who was willing to prescribe me birth control. I got some looks, because they knew me as a Jedi, but I also know that the war might finally be winding down. I knew that our time together, if you would still have me after all the awful things I said to you, was coming close and I would need to be ready. I wanted to ensure that my body was adjusted to taking another medication before we were together.”

A sob escaped her and she pressed a hand to her lips to try and stifle it. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.” They had already had this conversation, when she first awoke, but she knew it was bound to come up again. “I didn’t think you would.. Be so prepared.”

“Satine, as I said before, I was angry then, but being away from you… was heartbreaking. I understand why you lied. I wish that it didn’t come to it, but I know why you lied to me. Korkie… he’s a bright young lad, and I’m proud that he’s my son.” Obi-Wan squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers. “And perhaps, once the war is over, we can give him the sibling he deserves, even if it is… 16 years too late.”

Satine beamed, and nodded.

“I think I’d like that, Ben.” She knew that the war wasn’t going to end as quickly as Obi-Wan thought it was, but she also knew that she was willing to wait as long as she could for him. She had waited this long, so she could wait a little bit longer.