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amsgrey · 2 months

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request for a kaz brekker x reader one bed trope! literally some of my favorite fics to read ever!!! def with some angst maybe reader gets injured on the heist and kaz has to help. reader insists that they should sleep in the same bed and they end up confessing feelings or something. SO GOOD

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long but hey, it's alright.

Warnings: Violence, Blood, typical canon violence, kind of OOC!Kaz, semi-bad writing.

“Hey,” Nina didn’t bother knocking as she stepped into your room, “There’s someone here to see you.”

You looked up from your small desk, “Who?”

Nina shrugged, “Wouldn’t say, but she won't leave until she speaks with you.”

You frowned, getting to your feet and following after Nina. A million possibilities ran through your mind as you descended the stairs, you didn’t know many people from Ketterdam, or you didn’t know anyone that Kaz also didn’t know. WHo had come to speak to you was a complete mystery to you and judging by the way the Crows were gathered at the bottom of the stairs, it was a mystery to them too.

“Who is she?” Jesper broke the heavy silence first.

You rolled your eyes, “How am i supposed to know, Jes?”

Walking past him and the others you looked for the woman. There were a few dregs hanging around in the slat, like always. Hiding from the damp Ketterdam air or filling in their afternoons with ale and gambling. It meant the woman stuck out like a sore thumb. When you finally saw her, your blood ran cold.

“Oh, my,” The woman stepped forward, she grabbed your hands and smiled at you, “Look how grown up you are, my dear.”

She pulled you into a hug, an awkward show of affection that she had never done before.

“Mother.”

She hadn’t changed in the 7 or so years since you saw her last, a few graying hairs and wrinkles around her eyes were the only evidence time had passed. She still wore the same turquoise dress, the fabric stained and dirty where it spent too many years dragging on the dirt. She had tied a knitted shawl around her shoulders, to stave off the cold of the barrel and to make herself look more presentable. When you were a child on the farm with your parents, your mother would refuse to do any of the hard labor or household duties, always dressed in her ‘fine’ clothes and sitting by a window like the queen of Ravka.

You hated her for it then, the way she forced you to conduct her duties. The hard labor with your father on the farm, the chores inside the home, raising your three younger siblings. Looking at the woman before you now, you hated her just as much.

“What do you want, mother?” You forced out through gritted teeth.

The woman batted your hand she still held, a sharp smack to chide you for your tone, “Is that how you speak to the woman who raised you?”

She didn’t raise you though. Your father was the one who taught you everything you knew, cared and loved you. The marriage of your parents had been of convenience, a rich farmer up the road had fallen on hard times so he married off his only daughter to your father. Something neither of them wanted.

When your father had died suddenly in a farming accident, your mother had sold you to slavers, without a second thought. You had spent years in Ketterdam trying to bury the memories of your younger brothers screaming for you to stay, the chains that chaffed and burnt your skin and the cruel men who didn’t care about anything but making coins.

Standing with your mother before you, her soft hands gripping you so tightly, you felt like a young girl all over again. Begging for affection from a woman who hated your existence, cursed to always be nothing to her. You could still remember the beatings and the screaming, the bruises that you tried to hide and the permanent split in your lip which took years to properly heal.

Kaz was watching the whole encounter, quiet and calculating like he always was. The other crows were growing concerned, there was an air of uncertainty that settled over them all.

“What can we help you with?” Kaz finally spoke, he stepped closer to you, towering over your mother. Having him at your side brought you ease, a feeling of calm that always came over you when he was near. Kaz was prepared for anything, he always looked out for you and the crows.

“And you are?” Your mother snapped, glaring at Kaz.

Kaz didn’t seem bothered, “Are you here for something? Or to terrorize your daughter?”

You glanced back at Kaz, he had a look of pure rage in his eyes. You hadn’t told Kaz the details of your past, but he knew your mother sold you to slavers. You realized suddenly you didn’t want to be in the middle of Kaz and your mother fighting.

You grabbed your mothers arm, dragging her away from the gathered Crows and Kaz’s glower and pulling her outside. In the Ketterdam air things were immediately colder, you hadn’t grabbed your coat so you could feel it even more.

“What are you doing here?” You demanded.

“Can I not come see my daughter?”

“You never cared before, I didn’t even know you knew this is where I lived. You sold me to slavers,” You cried, stepping away as you started to get upset. “What in Sankta Alina could you want?”

“I am married,” Your mother boasted, “He lives in the Zelver district, we want you to come have dinner.”

You were reeling, so much information was thrown at you all at once. You gapped to answer.

“Your brothers will be there too,” Your mother waved her hand like she was dismissing your concerns, “They stayed on the farm.”

“Why- why do you want me there?”

“To make amends, my love,” She took your hands again, “It is time we act like a family again. Perhaps you could bring that guard dog of yours, act civilized.”

You wanted to say yes, straight away you wanted to say yes and trust that she had true intentions. But there was something nagging in your mind.

“Who is it that you're married to, mother?”

“A Merchant, trades with the Ravkan crown, Alexei Berezin.”

You recognized the name immediately, he had one of the largest mansions in the Zelver district, rivaled only by foreign dignitaries. He had brought in a large shipment of Ravkan gold and silk, Kaz had stolen half of it almost immediately, because Berezin had thought himself untouchable.

“When's dinner?” You forced out, trying not to let your knowledge of the man show.

“Tomorrow, be there by seven.”

She wandered away, slipping into the crowd of foot traffic and joining the mess of colours.

“Alexei Berezin.”

You forced a smile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The man looked over you and Kaz like you were nothing, he grunted in greeting and disappeared towards the drinks cart.

You looked at Kaz, “Too late to leave?”

Kaz smiled, it made him look softer somehow, “We don’t have to stay long, let's hope Inej and Wylan are quick.”

A servant greeted you as you walked further into the drawing room, she offered you and Kaz wine in crystal glasses. You had played being rich at banquets and galas before, it was easy to hide in a crowd of rich people to steal from them, but here holding the crystal glass made you feel so exposed. The only thing that was stopping you from running out the door was Kaz by your side. He always looked out for you, tonight would be no different.

Your mother had lied, your brothers were not at the dinner. She had spun some more lies about how they hadn't been able to make the journey but you wondered if they were even invited in the first place. You, Kaz, your mother and her new husband all sat at the ridiculously long table, eating silently except for a few forced comments.

“So,” Berezin belched, downing his fourth glass of brandy, “Mr Brekker, how is business?”

Kaz looked at you from across the table, “As good as yours, Berezin.”

Berezin snared, “So then you admit to taking my shipment?”

“A shipment?” Kaz leant back, starting to enjoy the game.

Berezin started getting red in the face, rage barely contained in his eyes, “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Dirty Hands.”

A smile ghosted across Kaz’s face, “Is this why you extended the invite, Berezin? Hoping to get your silks back?”

You jumped when Berezin slammed his fist on the table, he stood abruptly, his chair falling backwards loudly, “You listen to me here boy! You will pay me back what I am owed or I will make your life a living hell!”

“A living hell?”

“You have no idea who you are messing with, you and your little whore will pay-”

Kaz was on his feet faster than you had time to process, “Watch your mouth, Berezin, or silks won't be the only thing you lose.”

Berezin started shouting in rage, his words mostly coming out as jumbled insults and threats which didn’t mean anything for you and Kaz.

“We’re leaving,” You said to your mother, not bothering to bid her a proper goodbye as you joined Kaz’s side and retrieved your coats.

You were both halfway through the foyer when things took a turn.

Somewhere in the garden outside a fire roared to life, a green chemical fire that was Wylan's emergency beacon. Kaz urged you to walk faster, his cane striking loudly against the marble floor as you both tried to leave before Berezin caught on.

“Thief!”

Kaz grabbed your hand, and both of you ran the rest of the way out of the house and down the garden path. Berezin was screaming from inside the house, shouting orders to his few guards and screaming for someone to alert the Stadwatch. You and Kaz didn’t stop running until you reached the canal, skittering to a stop and dropping into the waiting boat. Matthias and Wylan were already there, Wylan was heaving like he had just finished a mad dash too.

“Did you get it?” Kaz demanded as Matthias started to row the boat towards 4th Harbor.

Wylan was nodding, “Handed it off to Inej, she and Jesper are heading to the warehouse now.”

You had to give it to Kaz, when he had explained the plan this morning after all-night scheming, you didn’t think you would be able to pull it off. But yet again, he proved he knew everyone's skills.

The plan was somewhat simple, you and Kaz would entertain Berezin while Wylan posed as a servant and slipped into Berezin's office. Wylan would swipe the key to Berezins safe which sat in his warehouse; it was old and Ravkan, protected by small science. You didn’t have enough time on the first job to try and crack it, so now was the perfect time. The original plan was for you and Kaz to stay all through dinner and whatever other pleasantries were to be had, while Wylan snuck through undetected. His Green fire beacon was a sign he had been caught, so you and Kaz hightailed out before things got too nasty.

Inej and Jesper were on their way to the safe now, while you, Kaz, Matthias and Wylan drew attention in the opposite direction. Headed towards 4th Harbor meant the four of you could lead the following guards and Stadwatch into the twisting streets and narrow wharves and hopefully escape into the crowd.

As Matthias moored the boat to the side of the canal, you and Wylan climbed out and surveyed where you were.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, still aware of how his hands shook.

Wylan nodded, but you were unconvinced.

Matthias and Kaz climbed out of the boat after you, the four of you standing at the canal edge for a moment while you tried to compose yourselves.

“Hey! Stop right there!”

“Bastards,” Kaz swore, already ushering the three of you to run before they started to shoot.

“Kaz, they're after us, not Wylan and Matthias…” You shouted as you ran down the street alongside the canal, headed towards the Council of the Tides Watchtower.

Kaz ordered everyone to stop, “Y/N’s right, Wylan, Matthias, head back towards the slat, take the long way and check for tails, we’ll go the opposite way.”

Matthias started to argue, “No, we should-”

You all ducked as gunfire echoed through the streets. Bullets ricochet off the cobbles at your feet, dangerously close to hitting one of you.

“Go!” Kaz yelled over the noise, blindly reaching for your hand and pulling you along with him as you headed away from Matthias and Wylan and towards the government district.

You were right, the three or four guards from Berezin's estate followed you, not your friends as you rushed through the dark streets. At this time of the night, the Crow Club and the surrounding area would be buzzing with life, but in this part of town, everyone was shut inside asleep. There weren’t many lights, aside from a few lanterns left on in people's doorways, so as you and Kaz ran you stuck to shadows and unlit alleyways, hoping to lose your stalkers in the maze of buildings.

Kaz pulled you to a stop after running for ten minutes and started to take a toll on him and his leg. The two of you ducked into an alley, Kaz leaned heavily against the wall and his cane, heaving as he regained his breath. You glanced over him, worried that he wouldn’t be able to continue for much longer.

“Maybe we lost them,” You whispered, peaking around the corner to the main street, which was completely deserted aside from a rogue tabby.

Kaz nodded, unable to speak a reply. You kept glancing from the main street to the end of the alley, which appeared as if it curved around and kept going. You had no idea if it was a dead end or not, but staying here was making you anxious, it was still too exposed.

“I Have a safe house not far from here,” Kaz said, pushing off from the wall and leaning on his cane.

“A safe house?” You replied, “In the government district?”

Kaz rolled his eyes, “You underestimate me.”

If he hadn’t been hurt you would have pushed him away, chuckling at his comment. Instead, you opted for offering him your arm so you could walk out of the alley together, hopefully, Stadwatch who patrolled the area would think you were a couple returning home.

The two of you walked arm and arm down a few streets, smiling pleasantly at the passing Stadwatch or the rare delegate returning to their boarding. After a few turns Kaz said you weren’t far from the safe house, which was an old apartment above a tailor.

“How did you even get an apartment above a tailor?” You teased, “Hiding a side business?”

The sound of a gun cocking stopped you both in your tracks.

“You even twitched, I put a bullet in the girl.”

The barrel of the gun was jammed into your back, the voice behind you ordering you both to turn with your hands up.

The two men before you were guards for Berezin, you could tell from the crest that was pinned to their jackets. You looked around for the other two men, but they weren’t around. Hopefully, they were far away, you weren't sure if you could win a 2-1 battle tonight.

You moved to pull your flint from your pocket, you had stowed it away safely the first time you and Kaz had run for your lives tonight, now you wished you stayed holding it. Your hand slipped into the pocket of your coat, your fingertips brushed the cool material, pulling into your fist and preparing yourself to summon. You only had one chance at this. The sound of the gun firing struck you first, the deafening crack that bounced from the walls. The searing pain in your right side forced your fist open in shock, your flint clattering to the cobbles as your other hand came to cradle your side. Immediately your blood started seeping through your fingers, soaking through your coat and dripping onto the street below. You looked up at the man who shot you, just in time to see Kaz bring his cane cracking into the side of the man's face. It sent him sprawling, the force of the blow knocking him off balance. You used your opportunity to kick the second man in the shin, stunning him for long enough for Kaz to incapacitate him too.

Kaz wound his arm around your waist, pulling you away from the two men as they groaned on the ground and dragging you up the street.

“Just hold on a little longer,” He spoke as he led you down another side alley, “We’re almost there.”

He forced you to stop before an old door as he fiddled with the lock. The dark green paint was peeling, revealing the chipped and water-stained wood. Kaz flickered with the lock for a few seconds and the door swung open, revealing a steep staircase into the safe house.

“You’re kidding,” You groaned, letting Kaz shuffle you into the small space as he shut and locked the door.

“Go on then,” Kaz smirked, pushing you up the stairs.

The two of you climbed up the stairs, silent as you struggled together. When you reached the top, Kaz opened the final door and you both tumbled through over the threshold. The safe house was less of a house and more of a safe room. Filled with crates and shadows of objects you couldn’t make out, it felt much more cramped than your room in the Slat. Kaz pulled out his bone light, casting the room in the pale green light. With the new light, you could see the space clearer. A sink in the far corner close to the only window, and a bed pushed as far from the window as possible. You stumbled over to the sink, holding yourself up on the basin as you tried to get a look in the small mirror at your wound.

“Let me help,” Kaz ordered, pulling out a crate from the wall and forcing you to sit down.

Kaz looked over your side, letting you know the bullet had gone straight through, but would need some stitches and to be cleaned. There was a pause where you both realized you would have to remove your coat and top so Kaz could see better. With shaky hands, you slowly unbuttoned your coat. Kaz helped you guide it off your shoulders, letting it fall out of the way.

“You’ll have to unzip my dress,” You whispered to Kaz, hands going back to your throbbing side.

Kaz cleared his throat, nodding and stepping around you to follow your instructions. You could feel the smooth leather of his gloves ghost over the skin on your neck as he fiddled for the zip. He couldn’t get a good grip, abandoning one of his gloves on the floor so he could hold the small tab properly. Kaz’s fingers were freezing, When he touched the skin on your back the chill seeped under your skin and into your bones. You focused all your energy on not shivering against the feeling. He gently folded the dress down, letting it fall around your hips so he could see the bullet wound clearer. It left you in your bra and skirt half of your dress, yet you didn't feel exposed. Kaz was nothing if not respectful to you and you truly felt nothing but trust for him now.

There were no words between you as Kaz stepped to your side and crouched down. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, but he was focused solely on your wound, his brow scrunched up in a frown.

The two of you stayed silent as Kaz worked. You handed him what he asked for, a wet rag, sutures and a needle, a bandage. When he had finally tied off the last stitch, he started to bandage your waist. By now he had abandoned his other glove to the floor too, both of them covered in your blood and useless to him. He focused on the warmth of your skin as he wrapped the bandage around your waist, making sure to wrap it a few times to ensure it was secure. When he was finished, he noticed how quiet you had gotten, staring down at the floor with slightly glazed eyes.

“Are you alright?” Kaz’s voice came out more of a croak, just above a whisper. It pulled you from your dissociation, pulling you into the moment. You turned to look at him, The bastard of the Barrel kneeling by your side, hands stained with your blood and the most caring, almost loving look in his eyes.

You must have lost more blood than you thought, Kaz did not love you.

“I’m fine.”

Kaz nodded once, shakingly pushing himself off the ground and turning on the water to wash clean his hands. You didn’t move from the crate, mostly because you were unsure of what to do and also because there wasn’t exactly space to move in the room anyway.

“You should sleep.” Kaz said, refusing to look up at you from the sink.

“We both should. You can take the bed.”

Kaz shook his head, “No. You're injured, you take it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Did you sleep last night Kaz?”

There was a heavy silence.

“So you need to sleep now. There's plenty of room for both of us anyway.”

You knew as soon as you said it the atmosphere had changed. It was well known Kaz kept his distance when he wasn’t wearing gloves. You had rarely seen him without them no matter where he was. After the longest silence, Kaz finally nodded, letting out the quietest, “Okay.”

He turned to you, “There should be a stash of clothes in one of these crates, I could find them?”

You smiled, nodding. Sitting with the top of your dress folded down was starting to get cold and sleeping like this would only make things more awkward.

Kaz riffled through a few crates, finding ammo and whiskey before finding the crate filled with shirts and trousers. He pulled one of each out, setting them on the bed and turning his back so that you could get changed with some semblance of modesty. It was amusing for you, that he had already seen enough but he was too kind to even risk a glance now.

When you had gotten into the clothes, with a little struggle trying to lift your arm into the sleeve, you pulled back the quilt on the bed. Kaz helped, letting you shuffle across the bed to where it pressed to the wall. The bed was so much bigger than your one, more likely double the size. Your bed hardly fits you in it, slightly too short and skinny because of the awkward rooms of the Slat. This bed was different. Although not as soft as your own, the size meant you and Kaz both had enough room so that you weren’t too close.

Kaz was about to lie the quilt down and get on top when you stopped him.

“Are you mad?”

“What?” He scoffed, confused as to why you were heckling him now.

“Kaz Brekker, you will get cold. Just get under the quilt and stop acting like we’re some teenagers who can’t get ahold of ourselves.”

Kaz stared at you in shock, blinking down at you with pure perplexion in his eyes.

“Jesper was right,” He sighed, getting situated under the quilt to please you.

“Right about what?” You pressed, turning in the bed to fix him with a glare.

“You are cranky when you're tired.”

“Oh shut up,” You scoffed, rolling back to stare at the ceiling and now him.

Kaz chuckled, by now the bone light was fading steadily, the pale green light becoming nothing more than a faint glow from the corner of the room. You couldn’t see Kaz’s face too well, barrel able to make out the faint outline of his features in the dark.

For a while, the two of you lay in silence, the only noise coming from the far-off sound of waves in the harbor. With no one else on the streets, every time footsteps echoed around in the streets below, you held your breath.

“They won’t find us,” Kaz whispered, feeling you tense next to him.

You didn’t respond, trying not to panic yourself further.

“Listen to me,” Kaz shifted, the bed shaking slightly under you both, “We’re safe here, I won’t let anything happen to you, not again.”

“Wasn’t your fault,” You responded, mirroring Kaz’s movements to face him, “Jobs go wrong sometimes.”

Kaz didn’t react, “Sleep. We’ll head back to the salt when the city wakes up.”

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but Kaz being by your side to protect you filled you with a sense of ease. You could relax back into the pillow and trust that he was going to look after you, no matter what. As you slipped into sleep, you thought dreamily about how much you cared for the bastard of the barrel, even if he didn’t share the same feelings.

Kaz was thinking the same as he watched over you. He sat up in the bed as soon as you had fallen asleep, staring at the door in the dark, prepared for anything that might come barreling through it. He cared too much about you to let you get hurt again, especially when he was the only one around to protect you. He would never say it out loud, like you, but he would do anything to protect you from harm in the city where no one mourned.

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treasureofmammon · 2 months

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(English isn't my native language, sorry for any mistake)

You asked for requests- well, lately, i can't take a MC who has many siblings (6-7) out my mind. They're at RAD, everyone getting ready for an important event. They get a call saying thay their eldest brother (who is kinda like Lucifer) suffered a car accident and all the siblings have to be there bc they don't know if he will make it. It went like

-you can't go, the event-

Mc:My brother was only 18 when our parents died and he had to take care of all of us, the company, and solve all the legal problems. I wasn't asking to go, I'm saying I'm going.

Anyway, you don't have to do it. Have a nice day/night ♡♡ drink water

I was feeling uninspired, but many of you gave me great ideas when I asked. Here is Anon's idea: an MC with a lot of brothers, their situation is similar to the Seven rulers of the Devildom, but then, a tragedy strikes.

🖤 It's not optional 🖤

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Solomon + MC (gn!reader) + OG MC's family.

⚠️Warnings: Angst, parental figures, siblinghood (is that a word?), fluff. I took A LOT of creative liberty.

📝 Note: Anon, I hope that this is of your liking. It took me some time to actually write this one; it was a special and cute challenge. Thank you for sharing!

✨️🖤🌟✨️🖤🌟✨️🖤🌟✨️🖤🌟✨️🖤🌟✨️🖤🌟✨️

You looked up to your bedroom's ceiling, feeling a sting in your stomach, an itch that doesn't go away, a rare premonition. You have always had those since you were a child, especially when something bad it's about to happen; but, for some reason, they've become stronger and clearer since you arrived here, in the Devildom.

Now you know beforehand when Mammon's "entrepreneur" adventures are going to fail, although to no avail as he does whatever he wants anyway. Or when Lucifer is getting so somnolent at his desk that he'll drop asleep and spill his coffee on the papers. Or when Satan is trying to get a special tome from his messy piles of books, making them fall and get trapped under thousands of them. Or when Beel is so hungry, he might destroy the kitchen or, worse, the whole house.

But none of those premonitions feel like today's. It's been days since your human world phone doesn't ring. Your oldest brother won't call. At first, you thought it was a relief since he has the horrible habit of calling you twice or thrice on the same day; but now it feels worrisome.

One day, you were secretly eating ice cream in the kitchen, and seconds later, you were in front of a group of intimidating and very hot men. And your brother knew. Of course he did. He just was so busy with work that he forgot to mentioned that he signed off your request for an exchange student program that you so much wanted to experience, and that he got a call that week that you were accepted. Obviously, none of you were expecting it to be in literal hell. And yet, he didn't mention it: not a warning, not a comment, not even a word.

As you feel yourself drowsy under the moonlight coming parted through your bedroom window, you remember your siblings. You know that your eldest brother wasn't always like that: a dictator, a nosy young man, a general in charge of his six little bratty siblings. No. He once was a refreshing young adult, responsible yes, but free. He would ride his motorcycle with his babe hugging him tightly on the back, and feel the sea breeze; or party in College and then wake up ready for a chemistry exam that he'd destroyed with a 100%; or organize a movie night at home on summer break with you all, piling up a bunch of pillows and bedsheets until you 7 had the living room completely transformed into a fort just to watch Mulan for the nth time that month.

But he changed. He changed that exact summer break actually: he left school, sold his motorcycle, broke up with his significant other and all that just to raise you, to raise all 6 of you. After all, he was barely 18 when your mom and dad died, and he had to take care of you all.

He could have called that day that you were inadvertently teleported to the Devildom, but he forgot because he had a stack of paperwork that he needed to finished before his boss (who, by the way, you like to call Mr. McCrankyPants since you were eight years old), threatened to fire him again.

As it sinks in, you feel your heart squeeze. You reach your human world cellphone, but it rings before you grab it. Your second eldest brother is calling you. The coincidence would have scared you before if it wasn't so regular now. So, with tranquility, you answer the phone and hear with attention what you already sort of knew: —MC?—, a sniff and a broken voice —Big brother was on a car accident—.

Lucifer calls you out: —No! No! You can't go to the human realm! I understand your situation, but Lord Diavolo gave us explicit orders to keep you safe in the House of Lamention, so I'm afraid we- —. You interrupt him with a defeated face, you look up to Lucifer and say honestly —You can't understand, do you Luci? After all, you're the oldest...—. You direct your gaze back to your suitcase, filling it up quickly with mainly clothes and some personal items.

—What do you mean?—, Lucifer asks. His brothers are all in the threshold of your bedroom door, watching you prepare to leave, hearing the discussion, setting the mood with their sadden faces.

—Because you've never had anyone to give his all for you. Rather, it's always you who carefully takes care of your brothers. But not the other way around... If you did have someone, you'd understand—.

Lucifer stays silent. Of course, he understands. Of course, he used to have someone, too. However, he won't say because, as of now, he looks at his brothers, all of them amazed by your words, all of them touched by your sensibility, all of them understandably empathetic.

So a long pause fills the house, until Mammon breaks the silence —I get it—, he says with a rare serious tone that always surprises his brothers —Let'em leave, it's until the matter it's settle, right?—. Lucifer sighs, —No, we have clear orders that...—. Annoyed, Mammon cuts out Lucifer's words: —Clear orders? The heaven with that shit, Lucifer. If it was ya, I...—, but Mammon shuts himself up, biting his lower lip.

—Mammon is right, but... how long is it gonna be?— Beel asks with a sad puppy face.

—Exactly, it might be way too long. It's better if you stay here and wait for news at home..., with us—, Belphie adds.

—We will be here for you, hon—, Asmo says with a worried face expression.

—You'll always have us for you, MC— adds Satan.

—And we can play video games to keep you distracted if that helps—, Leviathan suggests.

You close your suitcase and make your way out of your bedroom to the house's entry. The brothers don't stop you. They just watch. At the main door, Solomon awaits. —Solomon! If you take them there, I swear...— Lucifer shouts. Although Solomon ignores Luci as he places his hand gently on your shoulder and chants a spell.

—MC?— Asmo calls out for you one last time. You look back and smile at them.

— You know, boys? My brother was only 18 when our parents died, and he had to take care of all of us, get a crappy job, stop his studies, solve any legal problems, and pay the mortgage. Now he needs me. I wasn't asking for permission to go, I'm saying I'm going. It's not optional... Wouldn't you do the same for Lucifer?—. And with that, a blueish light surrounds you and Solomon in a circle, and before you know it, you're back in the human realm.

The hours at the hospital are dready boring. While your big brother sleeps in a coma, his lungs breathe artificially thanks to the machine at his left. You just sit at his side, although he's unconscious, you tell him all sorts of jokes and adventures from back in the Devildom. You thank him for his existence and pleading, you ask him to be strong. A roller coaster of emotions that has been going on for days now, not only for you but for all your other 5 siblings.

As for this right moment, you breathe in and out, grounding yourself like the nurse suggested, focusing on the stains on the hospital room's ceiling. Until you hear a familiar voice: —Have you tried with the healing spell I taught you?—. Quickly, you look back, —Satan?! No, everyone! What are you guys-—. But you don't finish your question, because this time is Lucifer who interrupts you: —We couldn't let you go unprotected, and worse, mad at us.—, he smiles sincerely and you feel as if half of your family was there now. A weight lifts from your shoulders and your eyes water. —Solomon, did you bring them here? Thank you—.

Solomon smiles: —Who knows? Maybe I did, or maybe I found them in the human realm already—, he finishes with a wink.

Worried, you try to ask them: —But without Lord Diavolo's permission...—.

—Doncha worry about it—, Mammon assures you and continues —So, have ya tried with Satan's spell?—.

You look down and pout, —Y-yes. But it didn't work—.

—I see...—, Lucifer says and then commands to his brothers —if that's how it is, then, everyone: you know what to do—.

Gently, Asmo holds your hand and helps you stand up from the uncomfortable chair; then, he places you in front of your brother's bed, with your back to them. That's when you feel it: 7 hands on your back. A warm energy suddenly runs through your body, and tears come down your cheeks. It's their magic powers being transferred to you briefly.

—Come on, MC— Solomon orders, watching from the side —... give it another try—.

Crying, you chant —May the vestiges of pain that linger within the person before me be eliminated. I am the one they call MC... Hear my command!—.

You sniff, tears escaping your pretty eyes, as you wait, expecting, praying to whatever there's to pray that it works. Only seconds, but they feel like eternities. Until your brother's eyes are finally open, although confused. You gasp thankful for the miracle, and you make a mental note to thank each of your 7 lovely demons and teacher. You know that you will reward each of them after. There will be time.

For now, you hold your big brother's hand tightly, looking at him as if he hanged the moon and the stars, crying of happiness. But all he says is: —MC? Why are you crying? Are you ok?—. As always, you're the priority in his mind.

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Flying Scotsman in 2004 - A Comedy of Errors and Owners:

Ok - so this is something I've been sitting on for a while now, but I feel like with 'The World Famous Engine' now being uploaded to Ao3, now is the right time to cover this rather insane topic. See, we all know the story of Flying Scotsman and the NRM: the NRM bought the engine for the nation, and then sent it into the Works for 1 years' worth of work in 2006... One year of work that ended up spiralling into ten years and £4.2 million.

But behind that story is a rather more shocking story, and one that really needs more recognition to help people understand just how absolutely shockingly Flying Scotsman had been treated before that overhaul.

Sir William McAlpine:

Our story most likely begins under Alan Peglar, but I have a rather sneaking suspicion it actually gets interesting under McAlpine. Sir William McAlpine bought 4472 Flying Scotsman in 1972 to save the engine after Alan Peglar went bankrupt in San Francisco, leaving the engine on a US Military Base.

He brought Scotsman and had the engine restored at Derby Works in England, and then successfully owned and ran the engine for another 23 years, making him the longest-lasting and most successful of all Scotsman's owners.

Pretty good achievement!

But, during this era, Flying Scotsman visited Australia, broke the record for the longest non-stop run by a steam locomotive, pulled the Royal Train, ran on a multitude of heritage railways and mainline excursions, got an overhaul three times - including one at Barrow-in-Furness (story idea, anyone?). This is not where the worst of the issues arose from, but it does give you a good idea of the kind of work this engine was being tasked with.

And then in 1995, it was involved in an accident at Llangollen Railway. When put back into steam, smoke emerged from a crack separating the boiler and the front cab. It was deemed a total failure and immediately withdrawn from service immediately - and that's what did McAlpine in. He sold the engine off to cover some debts, and Tony Marchington

What do I think went wrong here? I have a feeling that Scotsman was run pretty haggard in Australia (which, fair - it's not always a very nice country to machines) and when refitted to his BR livery, several... shortcuts were made to get the engine back in service. All the same, this isn't where the trouble came from.

Tony Marchington:

And here's where things went south. Fast. Flying Scotsman was bought, went through a three-year long overhaul worth £1 million and then was set to work. Thing is, that overhaul had a number of red flags surrounding it - perhaps most notable being the fitting of an A4 boiler working at 250psi. Now, for those unaware - the original A1 class ran at 180psi, and the upgraded A3 class ran at 225psi. The engine was being run at a pressure it was extremely unfit to operate with.

It would be a bit like fitting a massive V12 motor to a Honda Accord. Yes, the car will move extremely fast and look impressive and move for a while, but every other piece of that car will deteriorate rapidly due to the pressure it's all under. Now transfer that to a steam locomotive - one where to reach that pressure, the firebox is under a lot of strain.

Flying Scotsman failed a lot during the Marchington era, and it's not surprising why. The poor engine was literally falling to pieces - as one NRM staffmember noted: "On our first inspection, the rear drivers had been removed to deal with bearing problems. The visiting NRM team was most unimpressed with the quality of work being done on the bearings. Other examples of poor workmanship (of which I cannot remember the detail) were evident on inspection.”

Please note, the bearings and valves had all recently been replaced.

Also note, Tony Marchington was under pressure from the shareholders of Flying Scotsman PLC - a company he set up - to make money, and so many of the fitters working on the engine may have been given far, far too many constraints in time and budget to properly overhaul the engine, in essence needing to just 'do the bare minimum to get it back in service'...

And this is the condition the NRM bought 4472 Flying Scotsman in.

The National Railway Museum:

All of the above is an indication of the condition that Flying Scotsman was in when bought in 2004 - but that only tells about half of the story. The other half is a bunch of issues surrounding the purchase, certification and understanding of just how bad things were. And make no mistake, the NRM is not blameless in this circus - it just managed to inherit a bad situation and then fumble with it until they sat down and figured out what had happened.

Let's take a moment to look at the AEAT report that the NRM got, then compare it to reality:

The AEAT report stated that:

"Whilst it was not possible to complete a thorough examination of the locomotive, or to witness it in steam, the condition of the locomotive has been monitored regularly as part of the VAB audit process. Taking this into consideration, it is considered that the general mechanical condition is satisfactory for continued operation, subject to effective maintenance, until the next General Overhaul in 2006. The scope of mechanical overhaul is not anticipated to be extensive but will involve strip down of the motion and axleboxes to gauge wear and remedial action. The cylinders all require re-lining and boring to nominal diameter."

The reality of the condition of the engine was far from this rather rosy portrayal given by AEAT. For starters, the engine was not properly examined, and several areas of testing were 'not possibly to be checked adequately' for a variety of reasons, including:

the locomotive was being prepared for a test run

equipment failure

4472 Flying Scotsman not being in steam

Anyone notice something off? Why exactly can the company not see how the engine is when in steam if the engine is being prepared for a test run?

Furthermore, AEAT had been the VAB (Vehicle Acceptance Body) for Flying Scotsman for 14 years by this point and finding a huge number of faults at this point very much would have raised questions about their work. More probably, the company had grown accustomed to the engine working, and simply assumed everything was satisfactory unless demonstratable to the contrary. Like the NRM admitted:

"[T]he previous owner’s VAB may not have been the best choice of inspector."

Thing is, AEAT included pictures in their report, but most of these were of the air brake compressor, locomotive air brake, tender air brake cylinders, TPWS antenna selection switch and the TPWS antenna mounting arrangements, which while critical to obtaining permission to operate on Network Rail, don't say much about the actual condition of the engine. And the photos that were of the actual mechanical parts of the engine were... telling.

The Stay Nuts in the firebox are rusting, melting and missing. And that wasn't the only major issue with the engine - several of which were extremely dangerous:

the Robinson superheater header doors had been seal welded;

other inspection doors had also been seal welded;

Repairs to defective studs on the superheater header were needed;

the smokebox door locking mechanism was broken;

the firebox stays needed caulking;

the boiler mountings and pipework in the cab was considered dangerous;

the air brake reservoirs were overdue re-certification;

two tender springs needed replacing;

Re-metalling one crosshead was needed, which resulted in having to remove the bogie, and led to the discovery that the piston rods were incorrectly fitted to the crossheads and required extensive repairs in order to make them fit properly;

Removal of the 'belly' access door in the bottom of the boiler barrel in order to remove a build-up of some 6 inches of sludge;

one of the tender wheel tyres was flat;

the air pump needed repairs;

the vital axlebox oil pads which were long overdue for replacement;

the tender handbrake just didn't work and needed repairs;

121 boiler tubes needed replacement (2004);

the boiler itself needed replacement (2006);

Foundation ring heavily corroded and cracked;

a large number of latent fractures throughout the whole of the locomotive's frame assembly;

the valves and bearings were faulty or broken;

there was a serious crack in the right-hand cylinder;

the entire firebox itself was in desperate need of replacement;

the boiler washout plugs had been fitted with domestic gas plugs;

the wheels are all in need of re-turning;

the frame hornblocks are all cracked;

one of the driving wheels was bent;

the frame stretchers were all cracked and beyond repair;

The centre-cylinder motion bracket also had cracks;

The frames were wrongly aligned;

And the frame's horn ties were scrap, and needed to be remade.

That is thirty separate issues that the NRM discovered between 2004 and 2012 restoring the Flying Scotsman. The Flying Scotsman needed such a complete overhaul to be restored that some people argued that it would cheaper to just build an entirely new engine.

A completely new version of this engine:

And remember, AEAT certified this engine to run on the mainline. The Flying Scotsman had turned into a literal moving death trap under its various owners, and I am not surprised it cost the NRM £4.2 million to rebuild Flying Scotsman.

In summary, 4472 Flying Scotsman was about as sick as an engine could get when it arrived at the NRM. The amount of work required to fix the poor engine was extensive - and some may argue unjustified. Personally, I disagree. Yes, Flying Scotsman cost a ridiculous amount of money to save and rebuild - but this is not an engine who would ever accept living on a plinth in a museum. This is an engine with a fascinating history filled with trials, tribulations and triumphs; and in my opinion the Flying Scotsman's place is on the mainline. Will there be a day when the old engine has to be withdrawn and placed in the NRM? Probably - it's the oldest mainline certified engine in the UK already, and it's not getting any younger. But by that same token, Flying Scotsman went through a massive, extensive overhaul to ensure that generations to come could see the majestic A3 doing what it always did best, and there's something truly inspiring about that.

A big thank you to the NRM for saving Flying Scotsman, and an even bigger 'what the hell?' to the people who almost destroyed it by being careless.

The pictures used in this post do not belong to me. All pictures belong to their owners. If you wish to read the NRM Flying Scotsman report yourself, this is the URL, and a hyperlink to its archived form on the Wayback Machine:

#weirdowithaquill #railways #real railway stuff #Flying Scotsman #4472 Flying Scotsman #NRM #The National Railway Museum #Flying Scotsman very nearly didn't get his happy ending #There was a lot wrong #this stuff is crazy #long reads #very long post #lner a3 #wayback machine

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questionableratatouille00 · 23 days

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𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Moving to a new place is always a tough time, but the knowing you have a mysterious neighbor doesn’t exactly help.

Warnings: None?

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“On Friday, April 4th, three helicarriers from the US government affiliated organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. fell into the Potomac River in Washington, DC. This occurred only thirty minutes after many previously confidential government, S.H.I.E.L.D., and HYDRA documents were leaked onto the internet. With us today we have Mr. Ed Brubaker here to talk more on HYDRA and how…”

It was like the same news story had been playing for the last week.

Your family had immediately urged you to move somewhere else, somewhere safer. You intended to move anyway, but their persistence was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And so, you packed up your shit and moved.

You were an artist, so there was plenty to pack. You were only partially concerned over your financial situation—most of your art was bought online, so as long as you could mail things, it would be okay.

And, if worst comes to worst, you could always get a job at like, a sandwich shop or something.

“That over there is the barn. Concrete floor, sturdy walls, perfect for tractors and other vehicles and machinery. Right in front of it is the garage—four wheelers and whatever else is good in there. Here’s your main house. All one floor. Four bedrooms.” Mike said as he walked you up the porch to the sliding glass door.

He led you inside the house. “Master bedroom down the hall, master bathroom connected to it. These are your two living rooms, this one has a television. Back room’s got the laundry machines, and plenty of storage. It’s also got the big freezer. One of your bedrooms is connected to it.” Mike explained. “Nearest neighbor is two fields away—nobody but old folks like me live up here. ‘Cept for Mr. Blackwood, I believe. Though, I have no idea how old that gentleman is, I never seen him ‘round here when I was gettin’ this place here ready.” He pondered.

“Mr. Blackwood?” You echoed.

“Yeah. Chris or Charles or Chase or somethin’ like that. Never hear about him in town, didn’t even know he lived in that there house until recently. Either way, there’s the thin tree line separating you.”

“Right,” you nodded. “You are amazing. The place looks great.” You said to the man who’d sold you the house.

“I do my best, ma’am. The pantry’s fully stocked. You asked for fully furnished, and I planned to deliver.”

“You really did—this is absolutely perfect.” You would admit that the way you’d gotten this place on such short notice was a little shady, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Why, thank you.” He smiled. “Radio’s in the master bedroom. WiFi and internet aren’t the greatest back here—always plan like you won’t have it. Power can get rocky during storms, so always make sure you know where your radio is jus’ in case.”

“Right. Got it.”

Mike left a little later, and you got to bringing in boxes. You put the boxes in their designated rooms before beginning to unpack the necessities first. Things like clothes and stuff.

You wondered about Mr. Blackwood. He was your only neighbor for literal miles, so you had to wonder what he was like. Was he old, like Mike had said? Was he around your age, or maybe somewhere in between? Was he nice? Or would he be annoying?

You had other things to think about. Besides, this wasn’t the most important thing at the moment. You got back to unpacking.

The Captain walked through the halls, the sound of his shoes against the floor audibly telling the world that he means business. His blonde hair was slightly messy, as if he’d just been on a mission. His brows were furrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. A woman with red hair rushed to match his pace. She looked equally concerned, but more for him than whatever he was focused on.

The Spy reached out, attempting to put her hand on his shoulder. He paused to let her do so.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she told him. “You thought he was there so you followed your lead. You made all the right calls.” She attempted to soothe him.

“He wasn’t even there. All that time we could’ve been finding him and I was too busy leading everybody the wrong way.” The Captain frowned.

“It’s okay,” she hummed. “We’ll find your guy. We will.”

The Captain nodded as the Spy gently cupped his face.

“Besides,” she said after a moment. “There’s always one person we can ask for help.”

The Captain gave her an unsteady look, one of pure displeasure. Whoever the other person was, the Captain was not fond of him.

A/n: it’s been a long time coming, huh?

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes

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shijiujun · 1 year

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Literally my one and only long post on TTEOTM ending:

Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu really gave stellar performances if they don’t win every award out there especially for Luo Yunxi who played every single nuanced version of sad, depressed, happy, sinister, vengeful, longing, pining and devotion out there like who else could?!

Also like the ending really left big question marks on Ye Qingyu and GYJW and YBC demon you know like???

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CGI was damn amazing and production etc. was top-tier, but danggg will yall pls fix that ending?! Also a fun note that TTEOTM sold up to 13M RMB worth in merchandise DURING the airing period and broke some records I think

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BE or OE or HE and does it matter?

Yes appreciating BEs is one thing and BEs are certainly great for certain plots and shows, BUT-

We’ve seen this BE in xianxia and sometimes wuxia/historical as if writers are dumping set BEs in just for fun, it’s almost always the same formula and not every show requires the same treatment? At this point we’re all certain none of the xianxias maybe a bit of the wuxia/historical too are going to end well (Immortal Samsara, Novoland, One and Only although I’d say O&O was perhaps deserved) or we get OEs (Winner is Love, LYX’s previous xianxia), or we get the split-second HEs (omg where do I begin, Eternal Love, CLJ, Pillow Book, The Blue Whisper, omg the list goes on) - I’m almost expecting either full BE or the guy to die and then turn up when the female lead turns around on a street or at home or whatever hundreds of years later cuz he comes back but you may or may not see him on screen

TTJ for one, based on his character and personality, was trying so hard to make things work, to give and give and give to the people he loved and the people who gave to him - sure, the writer wrote it as a BE and i respect that, but they also wrote the HE i.e. it’s canon, and the show not giving us that for whatever reason is depressing because the moral of the story is TTJ suffered so fucking much and led such a tired life just for a few happy moments and still was the sacrificial lamb. Yes he was happy too or whatever, he understood the circumstances, but is it so hard to give the canon HE ending to it and giving him the ending he truly deserves for all that he’s done?!

Also it was a strangely cut ending for a BE/OE whatever that was, like three stitched frames that faded out into each other, like I don’t know what the editors were doing but oomph an undeserved ending is one thing, and undeserved AND weirdly cut ending is another thing

And yeah if we read it as him being in the clam then yes it’s a mild HE but leaning towards an OE, and if we count the audio drama snippet sure HE, but no that don’t count!!!!

I feel pretty calm after the initial confusion since we already knew it was likely going to be BE BUT this calm is at the expense of watching TTJ suffer 10,000 times in the past 40 episodes we’ve been desensitized for the last death like don’t tell me yall aren’t tired of this show as much as you love it I AM EXHAUSTED MENTALLY - the “ok” i feel probably isn’t because it’s really ok because if we chose, we’d probably think he deserves his rest and happiness after 500+ years of suffering with happy days he can probably count on one hand

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Read the novel for the HEs: This is literally the only thing that’ll save you unless Youku gives us a good video cut tomorrow or end of the week you know?! You’ll truly see what TTJ deserved and we know he didn’t deserve this because WE DON’t EVEN HAVE TO WRITE THE FIX-IT OURSELVES IT LITERALLY EXISTS?!?!?!

But TBF, personally, I have slightly different feelings on the novel because Susu didn’t seem to love him as much at the end as she did in the drama, the drama did that beautifully

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TL;DR Tantai Jin deserved better, and the us who suffered with TTJ deserved better just on principle!!!

#till the end of the moon #tteotm #long post #cyjm #just my calm two-cents #am like exhausted from sad #make your own post if you wanna disagree lmao #not here to argue #just to digest

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Episode 18 - The Pyrofuego

All analysis and plot leaves my body as I look at angry Kerubim and think that he should yell more, because it makes him look cute.

If Keke buying all of this stuff and giving money for it makes you angry, I hope it cheers you up to know that by Dofus MMO times he has resorted to, instead, hiring adventurers to beat the shit out of anyone who sells magical items made by the Mad Xelor(s).

Food sidenote: they're buying the same stuff as in the Ye'Ch'Ti episode. I love you consistency, and I love you, ways to preserve the animation budget.

Maybe the Mad Xelor is using xelor magic to live for a very long time. Maybe it is a different Mad Xelor, who has a lot of Xelor buddies. Maybe being The Mad Xelor is a title. Or maybe the Mad Xelor of Aux Tresors was so cunty that his batshit insane death machines are still being sold centuries later.

Either way, I find it very funny that shitty counterfeit is, perhaps, Kerubim's longest standing enemy.

Yeah, me too Joris. Me too.

I usually bully Keke about literally everything and anything. This time I will bully not only him.

Bashi hates him for some insane reasons. Keke is stupid when it comes to emotions, yeah, and consoling Bashi in the "aww it gets better" style despite Bashi's lovelife consistently going to shit was bad. But Kerubim rescuing the one woman, who was with Bashi against her will, and Bashi considering it a real relationship that Keke broke up, is a yet another "Bashi being fucking INSANE" moment, — and, very importantly, none of these make Kerubim look like a bad person, in any way shape or form.

Which leads us to the next point: What did Kerubim expect from Bashi, here? The Bashi who has a history of irrational hatred for him. Also violence. Did he expect a "Thank you bestieeee, dully noted!"? Keke is way too optimistic for his own good, to have thought that Bashi would ever listen, and genuinely, I think the best course of action would have been to steal it, instead of saying anything.

Anyway, I started this part of the post with the intent to say that Kerubim gives people too many benefits of the doubt, and ended up coming to the conclusion that Bashi is a misogynist and also stupid instead. I'm sorry followers.

Also, feminism.

If I speak up on my thoughts on Kerubim growling, I will go to jail.

And this insane fucking behaviour is why Kerubim should have fucked around instead of finding out immediately.

I'm sorry for constantly siding with Keke in this episode, but he is SO, so right. I'm sorry queen for ever calling you a bad father.

I wish I knew enough about the games to know if these are real items from them.

For all my research, I am just not that good at MMOs, and some things may elude me.

Actually I take it back I'm going to put Kerubim Crepin inside a meat grinder and—

There are way too many cute background characters in this episode.

He is still as normal about stress as always. <3

Normal, mentally stable husband behaviour. Of course.

They look like a shushu just told them that the Iop guy they've known for a decade is a woman.

I like to think that, the reason Joris is 1. not sleeping, 2. with Simone, and 3. didn't go to the party despite Kerubim being literally the only one not allowed there, is that Kerubim was like "if things go bad, — you get the custody. AND you flee the country. Bashi is that insane."

No commentary. Just a nice moment.

Anyway, same image.

#ep18 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus

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capcavan · 3 months

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im putting this on anon even though i literally just commented this too bc i think anon is fun. bro i do not trust this fandom with canon jerejean after they fanon decided that man is gay like jean was down SO ASTRONOMICALLY BAD for renee it was CRAZY. thoughts on jean?

Nah I get you

I can talk shit about this fandom at length but let me focus on the boy

I adored jean's introduction I fucking loved that he was this threatening presence . Riko but taler and even more mysterious I was so fucking in love

Then we found out that Jean was Kevin's friend

That Jean would help Neil

My heart was so ready

And then riko beat him up and Renee took him out and this felt a bit too happy to easy and too convenient

And then I read extra content about how all those injuries just like Kevin's minced wrist are just flesh wound and he will play to live another day

And again .. much too perfect ?

Make him unable to walk make him carry marks of abuse that go deeper than scars on skin

For how focused aftg is physical pain it sure as hell keeps pulling back and leaving them with only mental disabilities

And then I read fan content

And more of authors ideas

And it's just too perfect

I don't read Jean as someone who likes or cares for Neil I see Jean as someone hekpus resentful and angry someone who is lashing out and bites and wants to cause pain to others because he is jealous they did not had to suffer as much as he did.

Again

I know that it's pretty much confirmed now that they would be friends so whatever I'm the delusional one

But if you adore Jean then you won't adore what i say about him because I take big pleasure in making him into selfish asshole. Because I think after all the shit he been through he has every right to it while at the same time being too suicidal to care about the fact that he pushes people away.

I think Jean who arrived to nest was already spoiled and broken boy of a rich family who never gave a fuck about him feeling like king on his street and the crash that was meeting riko broke all of his ribs. Jean had annoying temper and refused to believe that his life isn't his anymore that's why tetusuji decided to not waste time on him and had riko put him in place . I think tetusuji expected Jean to be wasted effort than sooner or later will be sold as organ donor because his attitude would be disturbence in delicate balance of nest.

I think jeans healing should be him getting this attitude back or at least want to have it back but realise he is too scared to be himself ever again

This child was burried the night his parents fell in debt to moriyamas

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I am going to ruffle some feathers here but it needs to be said.

I am a proud POC. I’m 28 years old lesbian who grew up in a rough neighbourhood.

I will admit that when I first heard about things that this Matty Healy had said and done.. I was irate.

I reacted on my emotions first and I was there on TikTok arguing with anyone who defended Taylor and Matty. I supported the speakupNow fan movement. I used my voice to spread my anger across whatever platform I could get my hands on and with each new bit of information… I got angrier. I boxed up every last bit of Taylor Swift merchandise. I sold my tickets to the Detroit show.

Then I stumbled upon the first POC who wasn’t angry with Taylor or Matty. He was angry with the fans and the toxic fan culture. Then I found another. Then I found a handful of POC TikTokers, those who were part of the LGBTIQA community and those who follow the Jewish faith and they weren’t angry with Taylor and Matty. They were angry at the fans. This, at first, made me even angrier. I felt betrayed by them far more then I ever did Taylor - and yes, I had felt betrayed by her as well.

I believe our voices have a right to be heard and I was fighting for people to listen to our communities so I listened. Just to try and understand their perspective.

The first was an older man. He broke down the entire situation with each claim and explained how things weren’t what they seemed and I found myself wanting to put my emotions aside for just a bit and do my own research away from the media or social media influence. Everything floored me. So much of what happened was taken so far out of context that I couldn’t believe it. I’ve experienced injustice of our words not being believed or twisted or misunderstood for decades. I’ve watched my family go through unthinkable things. I know and understand just how far the media can take something and twist it to fit a narrative they want and that is exactly what was happening.

Then I saw the death threats to Matty and his family. I saw people saying that they hope he ODs or that he would make Taylor a drug addict etc etc and I watched as this hate spread like wildfire and be worse day in and day out… and if you dare spoke out against the herd mentality - then you were called racist, a bigot and more. I had a blonde, white Taylor fan call me things that she was accusing Matty of being simply because I didn’t agree with her and completely trashed me for not listening to the POC voices.

I kept doing more and more research and I was certain that what was happening to Taylor was… horrible. Her own fans went for her throat. When she made the speech that she was happier now then she ever had been before… And then watch the fans blow up on her… it was beyond heart breaking. It’s no wonder she went into hiding.

This was 100% the fans. I expect hate for that and I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t post this but that’s fine. The fans are toxic and are doing to Taylor the very thing she said she hated. Her fans are tossing her in the basement unless she does what they want. The fact that millions of, generally white woman, want to control what Taylor did with her life was just… there’s no words for it.

Then to see the celebrations over the break up? Unreal.

They didn’t even want to consider there may be more than what they think.

There’s proof that this was an unnecessary witch hunt.

Joe - the ones these same fans are begging to come home and calling him “dad”… has played a lot of horrible kinds of characters including a rapist and a Nazi. His opinion on people of that sort?

They’re not that bad. That people like Nazi’s aren’t bad people.

Let that sink in. Fans are going to destroy Taylor’s wants and tear a man apart for something that was not what it seemed in terms of the salute and other things but Joe was literally defending people who were Nazi’s and more.

But Joe has never gotten an ounce of hate about it. In fact, that same toxic fandom will blast Taylor for Joe leaving her. It’s her fault. He deserves better.

These fans don’t care about Taylor’s happiness. They want a puppet to control. They want to spend all this time and energy into bringing her and Matty down instead of being out on the streets trying to make change happen for issues around the world.

Like the abortion bans, women losing rights to their own body or mind. Or the fact that the corn industry is mostly trafficking victims and what goes on behind the scenes on websites like corn hub is a million times worse then what Matty is being accused of enjoying.

They forget that he was there for his ex FKA Twigs when she went through the whole ordeal with with Shia. Him and Ice Spice follow each other and ice spice is a massive fan of the band. They forget that he has seemingly done more advocacy then Taylor has and Taylor does more for communities then most celebrities.

Joe says Nazi’s aren’t horrible people. Silence.

Matty sneezes and is attacked.

They see Joe as Prince Charming. Not the snake he really is. Because he’s a hot blonde white man.

No. I am not a 1975 fan. Never in my life would that happen. I just think Taylor and him deserve a lot better then what HER fans did.

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they didnt close the fucking pit after chesnik broke her spine....... it was open the rest of the convention??? absolutely shocking. one person dislocated her knee, one broke their ankle and a woman broke her spine and they didnt close the pit. video i just watched showed clips of presenters encouraging people to “dive into” the pit. in absolute shock

the crowding and line issues were so much worse than i even realized.... the dsmp youtubers have over a combined 100 million subscribers and twitch put their panel in a small room that could only hold 400 people? THOUSANDS of people showed up for this panel. and then the table wasnt even big enough and dream, who has 31 million subscribers, one of the biggest content creators in the world, sat awkwardly off to the side of the table. what kind of horrible planning is that. what were they thinking.

they didnt even have a green room for them like the dsmp people had to fight through crowds to use the same bathrooms as the rest of the convention??? people straight up waited in the bathrooms to jump them for photos im....

and theyre not joking when they say people shoved wheelchair users out of the way, people there at the time called it a “stampede” and that they “nearly trampled” the ppl in the accesibility line, and then theres video of people standing shoulder to shoulder, being shoved left and right as people continue to surge forward. do you know what those conditions are??? those are crowd crush conditions. The travis scott concert less than a year ago where three people died? thats why. it was crowd crush. crowd crush has killed an unbelievable amount of people over the years at various events. looking at videos close to the door it is like. its absolutely staggering how tight it was. it is incredibly fortunate that no one died. people did apparently straight up pass out. legitimately these are conditions where it was not just possible to end in death but very likely to end in death. its VERY lucky no one died in that.

and jesus christ alinity’s stalker showed up and twitch let him in. are you joking. alinity is one of twitch’s biggest streamers. everyone knows about her stalker. it made the news. some dude from europe who used to be a discord mod for her got so obsessed he sold everything he owned and moved to the us to follow her around. he straight up set up across the street from where she lived and started a 24/7 livestream of her apartment building. he threatened to kill her. alinity literally hired her own 24h security team she was so frightened. how could twitch not have had, like, dont let that freak in this convention like #1 on their priority list. the dude could have easily been there to kill her. dude could have been there to blow up the fuckin building. twitch is the platform with the highest follower value but also the MOST problems with stalkers and obsessed fans. theres been so many incidents. how could this not have been a priority.

i dont think ive ever seen a convention with this scale of sheer incompetence and criminal irresponsibility. fyre fest is close but thats technically not a convention. tentmoot? tentmoot didnt actually happen in the end. this event could very very easily have ended in tragedy on multiple fronts, the extremely dangerous pit, the numerous ada violations, the crowd crush, the lack of security, it absolutely staggers belief. how could anyone lack THIS MUCH foresight. this isnt even the first twitchcon!

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TPOL!JK

"what? i can't leave my mom in switzerland by herself" you say but when jungkook informs you that you're just a pawn in jaekuk's sick game of cat and mouse, you settle for moving back to keep your mother safe. it hurts knowing that you'll have to be apart from her but you'll do anything to keep your mother safe and sound. even if it means leaving her with lola, whom you know your mother cares a lot about.

"wait, wait, wait, so you want me to quit my job? uh..how long is this supposed to take?" you ask him because you initially were going to use more of your possible vacation time or just take leave but jungkook is talking like he wants you to quit and he kind of does. "wait, is that why you married me? you want me to look like i'm married to someone else?"

clearly you aren’t sold on this genius plan of his. you literally have to quit your job and you obviously don’t want to. maybe he forgot the part where you mentioned having a life in switzerland because you enjoy being here.

you bought your own car here, adopted mochi here, and acquired a great job that not only takes care of the bills you pay but also provides healthcare for your mother. you achieved all of this in switzerland on your own and now you have to start over again.

you love jungkook, you really do but you can’t abandon the life you built from the ground up. especially considering the antagonist at hand and from the looks of it, jungkook can see your conflict of interest. for the little while he’s been here, he can tell you love it here. you finally achieved your dreams but if this plan is going to work, he needs your 100% participation.

He sighs.

“of course I don’t want you to pretend like you’re married to someone else. I just want you to pretend like we broke up and you can hide the ring if you ever come across Tina or my father.” He rolls his eyes. “ what gave you the idea that I would let you be someone else’s wife even for pretend..” he scoffs.

But then he understands that you’re not understanding his plan because it’s messy. “Yn you can have a job in Korea. Of course you’ll be moving back to Korea. You’ll have to quit your job here.” He tells you taking your face in his hands.

“and if you want to keep your mother safe then you will have to be away from her and if I want to keep you safe if you’ll have to be in front of my eyes- I mean in the same country.” He tries to explain once again.

“I proposed to you because I wanted to- because you’re the only one I ever wanted to marry- I did it because I love you and I want you to be with me forever.”

Jungkook looks at you. “I need you to cooperate yn.” He smiles. “I want you to trust me.”

#ask: tpol!jungkook

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"your hugs are nice.." for Willie/anyone

Willie scowled at all the happy families passing him by, and wondered why anyone had a right to look so cheerful. Okay, maybe he was grumpy after getting dumped, and maybe he should have sold both of his Disney tickets instead of just the one he had gotten for Dante. But he thought the so called happiest place on Earth might lift him from his sour mood.

He thought wrong.

Sure, the food was amazing, and the rides were fun, but it wasn't the same as having someone to share it with. And it just felt like every jubilant couple was rubbing it in his face that he was here, all alone.

So he figured he could take some time and let himself sulk.

Well, that had been his plan before the guy in the Tigger suit literally bounced over to him.

Willie tried to scowl at the oversized costume, but he was weak for the magic of Disney, and Tigger had always been his favourite. "I'm sorry buddy, I'm not in the mood to bounce today."

Tigger's shoulders sagged and he cocked his head to the side, as if asking why. Willie let out a wry chuckle. "It's a long story, and I'm sure you have legions of fans waiting for you."

Willie fully expected the guy to just walk off, but instead found himself being shoved to the side on the bench he was occupying, Tigger sitting next to him. "Okay, well you asked for it."

Willie went through the whole sordid tale. Of meeting Dante at work, the club he worked at owned by his foster dad, who was a piece of work, but did love Willie in his own way. How they had fallen hard and fast for each other, but had to keep it hidden due to the no employee fraternization rule. How when they got caught, Willie stood up to Caleb for the first time in forever, and fought for them.

And how Dante had promptly dumped him days later, in a very public and embarrassing manner. How Caleb had smirked at Willie afterwards, citing rules were rules for a reason. Leaving Willie with a bruised ego, a shattered heart, and a lone ticket to Disney.

Tigger rubbed over Willie's back the entire time, but at the end of the story, with Willie swiping away angry tears, opened his arms up. Willie didn't hesitate to leap into the hug. Sure, the costume honestly didn't smell the best, but the hug was so needed at this point, that he didn't care. "Your hugs are nice," he muttered into the stripped fur of Tigger's shoulder, feeling the actor inside squeeze him all the tighter.

Finally, they broke apart, Willie whispering his quiet thanks. Tigger ruffled his hair, and then got up, motioning to the crowd of incoming children awaiting him. Willie waved him off. "I'll be okay. I'm gonna get a pretzel, ride Space Mountain a bunch more, and then head home. Thanks again."

Tigger gave him a thumbs up and then bounced off again, leaving Willie feeling a little less alone, and ready to enjoy the rest of his day at the park.

After he had gotten off Space Mountain for what was surely the third time, Willie was making his way towards the exit when he heard a voice calling at him to wait. Turning he saw a super pretty guy in a blank tank and red flannel running towards him. He handed Willie a card with a phone number on it. "Um, Tigger wanted me to give that to you. For whenever you're ready."

Willie looked at the card, the name Reggie Peters emblazoned on it. "Well you can tell Tigger I'll call him tonight, and maybe he can show me around the park on his next day off?"

Reggie blushed. "He'd like that." He then darted in, hugging Willie tightly. "Your hugs are nice too," he whispered before racing off again.

Willie couldn't help but grin as he watched Reggie dash off. And couldn't help but sing a little as he made his way home. Just a little happier and wondered how much of it was the magic of Disney, and how much of it was the guy whose number he just scored.

Either way, he couldn't wait to come back and find out for sure.

#filled prompts #ficlet #wiggie #julie and the phantoms

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Hi! Just wanted to let you know I am entirely sold on your caleb/ray/reggie abo au and am thriving on these snippets in it, I absolutely adore them all! It’s a niche I didn’t know I needed, but omega reggie has my heart and he deserves all the love ❤️ If you’re still open to it, I would love this prompt for them? ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

(Aaah anon I am so happy. Omega Reggie deserves all the love, indeed, and Ray and Caleb are Very Determined to give it to him. So just for you more of the Caleb/Ray/Reggie ABO AU.)

It took Reggie a while to get used to his newfound freedom. After Caleb and Ray sat him down and told him the Rules, he‘d had to fight disbelief. Because stuff like ‘don’t believe the cat and feed her again, she gets fed by Ray at the same time every morning, she’s not starving’ and ‘please leave a note and bring your phone if you’re going out’ were... well, after years with Paul slowly chipping away at his freedom and pushing him in a smaller and smaller box, and the strict schedule and regulations of the Shelter, they were kind of a joke.

But Ray and Caleb had been adamant that the short list of five rules were the only things they cared about. It took him a while to figure out that Ray and Caleb probably only made them up in the first place because Reggie asked for them. Still, something about knowing there weren’t any secret expectations or obligations, no landmines for him to step on, it eased something in his chest.

The first time he realised they were out of milk and that he could just go to the store and get some felt like both the best thing in the world and the most terrifying thing ever. Caleb had giving him a wallet with his own card and some cash, saying he could buy anything he wanted with it and giving him an obscene budget (rule five) per month.

His first time at the store without express permission in over seven years, he bought a jug of milk and a roll of Oreo cookies and never felt more free. He’d held his breath when he swiped the card, waiting for the little beep, before walking out of there with the biggest smile on his face.

It got easier after that. He still liked to do household chores when both Ray and Caleb were working, just to feel like he was contributing. But if there wasn’t anything pressing, sometimes he just sat in the garden with a book, enjoying the fact that there was no hour time limit of Outside Time. He’d play his guitar, serenading Pockets with little songs about her. He even made friends with the old lady across the street, who liked to pinch his cheek and call him a Charming Lad when he helped her carry heavy stuff or clean her gutters.

It became even more natural to leave the house without feeling like he needed permission, or a solid reason when they got Bucket. Of course the dog needed to go walkies. And Bucket didn’t care if they went to the beach, or the dog park, or to get ice cream, as long as he got to sniff stuff and do his business and harass Reggie for scritches every time they had to stop to cross the street.

Except it looked like he finally went to far. Literally. It had seemed like a great idea to take the bus and go to a nice hiking spot. Caleb was working all day in preparation for tomorrow night’s show, and Ray had a long shoot day.

He felt less great about his idea by the second as he tumbled down the steep hill. Especially when he finally managed to stop and realised his phone broke on the way down. Thankfully Bucket seemed okay, and yeah, Reggie was never going to live down that his three-legged dog was more nimble at making his way down than Reggie was.

By the time he got back on the bus, he had twigs in his hair, he was exhausted, and sore, and everything ached. Bucket had had the time of his life, though, and Reggie spent the ride back home bent over, snuggling the pup and avoiding eye-contact.

The second he came through the door, he was pulled into a hug by Ray. “Oh thank god,” he said, pulling Reggie close. Reggie winced, the sudden move hurting like hell, but before Ray could let him go, he wrapped his arms around him. Ray smelled upset, his scent spiky and anxious, but he still smelled like home.

“Where the hell were you, Reginald?” Caleb asked. His scent was sharp, rolling off him in waves, and Reggie whimpered. “We tried calling you several times and you didn’t pick up.”

If Caleb was home, he was definitely late. Like, super late. Stupid LA summers and their stupid late sunsets that made it impossible to tell what time it was. “Phone broke, sorry,” he mumbled into Ray’s shoulder. Then he pulled back, horrified. “Oh god I broke my phone.”

The fancy phone Caleb had gotten him, because it was red and it had a great camera to take fun pictures and so he could call home and be called when he was out. That was definitely in the Rules. He broke the Rules. “I’m sorry...” They’d only given him five and he’d broken one of the most important ones, oh god. “Caleb, I’m so sorry.” His eyes welled up with tears, and immediately, Caleb seemed to calm down, stepping back, his entire posture softening.

“We don’t care about the broken phone, pet,” Caleb said, cupping his cheek. “We were just worried about you. What happened?”

He let Ray guide him to the couch, trying not to wince when he sat down. He knew he looked a mess, dirt on his face and a hole in one of the few pairs of jeans that had been hole-less before, scrapes on his palms and knees. “I um...” he wasn’t quite sure how to say this without making his alphas anxiety worse. Just be cool. Casual. “I kind of fell down a mountain?”

The sudden spike in their scents was very noticeable, and he really should have done a better job thinking about what he was going to say on the way home. Instead, his mind had been swirling with ‘ouch ouch ouch’ and ‘don’t look at me please’ and ‘Bucket is such a good soft boy’ and ‘gotta get home, gotta get home’ and not much else. “We went to a nice hiking trail and I wanted to get a pretty picture of the view to send you... and then Bucket saw a bunny, and he yanked the leash, and I kind of... fell.”

“Oh pobrecito,” Ray said. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Reggie nodded, because now that he was home, all he wanted was his alphas to take care of him. And thankfully, even though he broke his phone and broke the Rules and made them worry, they seemed to want to do it.

He let Ray and Caleb peel off his clothes, Caleb wrinkling his nose a little and muttering something about maybe finally getting Reggie some Decent Clothes. Ray rolled his eyes, winking at Reggie as he eased his jeans down. Reggie tried to smile back, but it turned into a hiss of pain when the jeans caught over his scraped up knee.

“We need to clean out those wounds,” Ray said, inspecting his knees. “Hold still, this might sting a little.” He pouted but nodded, letting Ray dab at them with a wet cloth. It hurt, and he pressed his face against Caleb’s neck, whining softly. Caleb stroked his hair, muttering reassurances. His scent was slowly going back to normal, less blizzard and more first snow. When Ray moved away to get the first aid kit, he pulled Reggie in his lap.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” Reggie said, curling into him. “I’m sorry I broke my phone, and I’m sorry I broke the Rules.”

“Oh kitten,” Caleb said. “It was an accident. We’re not going to be upset with you because of an accident. I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s not an excuse, but I was scared something had happened to you.”

“It’s okay,” Reggie said, snuggling closer. Yeah, Mad Caleb had been kind of scary, but when he thought about it, Reggie realised that he hadn’t actually been that afraid. Not like with Paul. He’d mostly been upset that he broke his phone and made Ray and Caleb worry.

“We’re getting you a better, less breakable phone, though,” Caleb said, smirking and pulling Reggie into a kiss. He went eagerly, deepening the kiss, moaning happily when Caleb slipped his tongue into Reggie’s mouth...

Before gasping and jerking his knee back. “Hey, ow!” he told Ray, who pulled back with the antiseptic wipe looking kind of guilty. He glared back at Caleb. “You did that on purpose to distract me.”

“Perhaps,” Caleb said, looking way too smug about it. “Did it help?”

“Yes,” Reggie huffed. “Do it again.”

#calebxrayxreggie #the caleb/ray/reggie ABO AU #a/b/o dynamics #julie and the phantoms #fanfic #AUs are awesome #Yes Reggie spams the group chat with Ray and Caleb with cute pictures of Pockets and Bucket #and other cute dogs they meet on their walks #sometimes they are graced with a rare selfie #Willie totally weirded out when he came to Caleb's office to find him staring all heart-eyed at his phone like: welp can't unsee that #I wrote a thing

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On This Week’s Episode of Bogwick Kids Are Literally Insane...

Turns out James had the same idea as me, cuz he made me a mixtape too!!! That is pretty stinkin’ cute, you must admit. His mixtape had The Smiths, Fallout Boy (!!!!!), and some David Bowie songs. My favorite David Bowie song he included was “Heroes” cuz it’s just so romantic (teehee) I wonder if he meant it that way... (´ω｀*) “Cat People” is also awesome and badass! He also put on “The Man Who Sold The World” by Nirvana. It’s crazy to me that I haven’t gotten into David Bowie or Nirvana until now! I was majorly missing out!! I told James I loved his mixtape and I could tell he was really pleased (I think he even blushed!), however I did neglect to mention that I have literally been listening to it on repeat since he gave me it. Just thought withholding that fact may be for the best lolzzz ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bummed to report that not only do I have Choir with Gen, but I also hav History class with her! That’s a lot of Gen for me in a day, especially cuz she insists on sitting next to me in History, plus I have to sit with her at lunch (well, I mean, I don’t HAVE to, but you kno what i mean).

I spend most of the school day wishing I was in my Bible Study class so I can sit next to James (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ It doesn’t help that it’s the last class of the day! The longing whizzes in my brain and opens like a pit in my stomach all the day long. I want to sit with him at lunch too (imagine us sharing earbuds and listening to “Heroes” on his iPod !!!!!! my heart might burst just thinking about it *sigh of yearning*). I would sit with him (especially cuz Gen kind of just talks about herself all lunch period), but girls and boys mixing during free periods is frowned upon SMH.

Speaking of Gen talking about herself, she was really going off on a tirade this week. I guess Gen and Bradley broke up at the New Year’s party and it was a WHOLE THING. Literally everyday during lunch AND history, she spilled the nitty-gritty details of everything that “went down” at Bradley’s New Year’s Eve party. God, that girl’s egotism gives me a headache.

I’ll recount what happened cuz, as stupid as it all is, it does make for some saucy drama:

So kinda early on in the night, Gen caught Bradley flirting with some “freshman nobody” (her words, not mine) in the hottub which led Gen to confront them both on the spot, humiliating the freshman girl who climbed out of the hottub, crying (Gen was proud of this). She said Bradley was pissed and claimed that they were “just talking,” which, admittedly, does sound like BS cuz I’ve never been in a hottub, but their ~sensual~ connotation is a pretty well-known fact, I’d say. Anyway, to get back at Bradley, Gen started flirting with Oliver Goodrich (Bradley’s best friend), sitting on his lap, touching his arms and such. Bradley, of course, witnessed this and started throwing a tantrum like a baby, yelling, throwing things. (Though, I would hardly describe someone of Bradley’s proportions as a BABY--he’s stocky and all muscle! Him throwing a tantrum sounds SCARY! Again, reinforcing my decision NOT to go to parties.) Anyway, all this hullabaloo reached its epic conclusion with Bradley basically challenging Oliver to a duel ??? CRAZY! They played chicken on their snowmobiles and Bradley won. Not sure WHAT exactly he won, cuz Gen still broke up with him in front of everyone. Which led Bradley to pushing Oliver’s snowmobile off the cliff. Of course, Oliver was not pleased about this and the two got into a proper fist fight. ESCANDALO!

Yeah, so Bradley’s been pouting and fuming all week, Oliver and James have been sitting at their own table to avoid him, meanwhile Gen has been talking everyone’s ears off about the downright Shakespearean shenanigans at the party. In fact, Gen KEEPS bringing it up in history class when we’re supposed to be working and the teacher keeps shushing us, as tho I’m the problem somehow? Idk how to let him know I SHARE HIS SENTIMENTS!

Ana was practically giddy hearing me recount all of this. I swear, she treats my Bogwick life like a soap opera *eye roll*.

How can I blame her, tho? It basically IS（￣￣ー￣￣）

Anyway, Christa told me on the low that Gen and Brad will probably get back together within the month, if not the week. These dramatic blow-outs are pretty standard for them, I guess. Soooo... stay tuned, as they say in show biz lol.

#diary #on this episode of avoid Bradley Hawthorne at all costs...#no but seriously #I live in fear of incurring either Bradley's or Gen's rage #I'm in the clear for now #still feel really bad for that freshman girl Gen humiliated #that could have easily been me...#remind me not to get in a hottub with Bradley Hawthorne smh #or stand too near a cliff...#(〇_ｏ)

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MC, Mammon, and Lucifer's Trip to Downtown Devildom

Author's Note: "Lucifer" = "Satan (Lucifer), "Satan" = "Lucifer (Satan)"

"OH MAN! Check this out!" Mammon's shouting has Lucifer and I joining him in front of a shop window. "It's a super-rare magic stone!" The little plaque accompanying the stone reads "Twinkling Onyxrialite".

"What does it do?" I ask Mammon.

"Does it matter? It's on sale!" Sure enough, attached to the plaque is a note that states that it's today's featured item. "It's cheap! Crazy cheap! If I broke it into smaller pieces and sold those individually, I'd make serious bank." Mammon chuckles.

"Wouldn't that diminish the power of the stone?" Lucifer nods, but Mammon pays no attention to me.

"Lucifer, my favorite big brother! You gotta buy that for me! You gotta!"

"Keep your voice down," Lucifer warns. "No one else knows what's happened, remember?" Mammon, unsurprisingly, ignores him, and he launches into a song about how he's gotta have that stone or he'll throw a tantrum.

"Leave him be, MC," Lucifer tells me. "Pretend you don't know him."

"Gladly," I reply, walking away from the two of them to go look at a different shop window. Of course, Mammon's so loud that I can still hear him begging Lucifer to buy the stone from him, and a part of me feels like returning just to slap Mammon upside the head. If anyone not part of the student council overhears Mammon, our cover's going to be blown, and we can't afford that to happen, not when the speech is literally scheduled to occur tomorrow.

"The entire reason I brought you along with me to begin with is to get you away from Satan," Lucifer tells Mammon as the two of them join back up with me. "When you two pair up, nothing good ever comes of it, especially when I am expected to clean up the mess." Lucifer sighs. "It's almost time for my big speech, and yet the curse that caused us to switch bodies shows no signs of going away."

"Which means that there's no guarantee that you'll be back to yourself in time for the speech," I reply.

"Exactly." Mammon rolls his eyes.

"Doncha think it's about time to give in and ask Satan to do it for you?" he asks. "You're sorta out of options here. I mean, all ya gotta say is, 'Satan, no funny business this time. Give the speech and be done with it.'"

"I have no intention of begging him for his help," Lucifer snaps. "Even if I did do that, I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't end up trying something nefarious anyway."

"What if I asked him?" I suggest. "He might be more willing to cooperate if he thought that he was doing it for me. After all, the speech is about updating the student body about the exchange program."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but you don't know Satan like I do. I highly doubt he would simply do as asked if he knew that it was connected to me."

"Ya know," Mammon says, "I know you're serious and all, but hearing those words come outta Satan's mouth like this, it's hard not to laugh..." The glares that come from Lucifer and me quickly make Mammon regret making that observation.

"Anyway," he states, changing the subject. "After everything that went down inside that game, Satan seems like he's changed some. Doncha think?"

"I think so," I agree.

"Exactly! Like, how do I put it?"

"He seems more chill when it comes to you now, Lucifer," I tell him. "He's not as bitter as he used to be."

"Well, I don't believe that he's changed at all," Lucifer responds. "We're talking about Satan. Since the day he came into this world, his entire purpose in life has been to defy me. And now you're suggesting he's changed?"

"Everyone's capable of change. I get that demons are a lot different than humans, but I'm sure you've noticed that certain individuals start acting differently after a while simply because being the same type of person gets boring. Think about how Asmo tries different aesthetics or how Beel tries his hand at different sports or even how Satan reads different genres of books. I know I've changed during my stay here so far, so what makes Satan exempt from evolving as a person?" Mammon's eyes widen, but Lucifer remains cool.

"It's in his very nature to oppose me, and a demon's nature doesn't change so easily."

"But you acknowledge that it's possible."

"It is possible," Mammon chimes in. "Like, just yesterday I told him we should totally use the fact that he looks like you to our advantage. I said we should scam random folks, make some easy money, but Satan wasn't havin' any of it. He was like, 'Nah, I'm tired of doing stuff like that,' and 'Eh, too much work.' It used to be that he'd jump at an opportunity like that, but now he's no fun at all! Back before all that stuff happened in the game world, he would've done anything if it meant makin' life difficult on you. But now suddenly he's not interested..." He trails off, allowing Lucifer to take the opportunity to ask,

"Did I hear you correctly? You were planning to take advantage of the fact that Satan looks like me to scam random folks?" Mammon gulps as purple light envelops Lucifer, and I make sure to put some space between myself and the two demons. I'm not in the mood to risk my life at the moment.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me brothers

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successionmanga · 9 months

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Chapter 7

The heroic slavemaster has recaptured his Amontel and all is well again. Eco asks if Belca has calmed down from his racist rage and says he has, wanting to leave to get away from the Amontel and the nobleman. But the nobleman stops them, saying he wants to apologize for the trouble his Amontel has caused them. Eco literally jumps on him, saying "It sure is nice to receive something, even if it's from a guy!"

The nobleman says he reminds him of an old friend...only to then immediately recognize him as Eco. Then Eco recognizes him as Dietrich, the son of Arlon. Dietrich corrects him that his name is Dietrich Noah, Earl of Arlon. How does Eco know him? Eco says in the past, he did student work at different estates. He was a stay-in, writing letters, copying books, nerd shit. Dietrich says that Eco would also sneak out to Sana's red light district and join drag contests (because of course he did) and Eco cuts him off, saying he still wants his apology. Since he knows him, Dietrich denies him the apology (funny how that works) but upon finding out he has a fever, he calls for two horses from his men and says that Belca and Eco are going to stay at the mansion. Belca doesn't want to stay just because he's been told this plus there's his feverent racism towards Amontels to take into account with the slaves the guy has...then it begins to snow. In autumn. So he really doesn't have a choice now, does he?

Mr. Grumpy Racist Pants is seen taking a hot bath in the mansion, asking Eco (in the same room with the tub) if it's okay to accept help from a nobleman. Eco says that one, if they refuse, they'll be suspected and two, the Noahs are one of the lesser noble families, so they're probably not involved with Lord Lagen. Deciding to pull the bandaid off the wound, Eco comes right out and asks if Hector was killed because of the Amontel. Belca says it's none of Eco's business but Eco continues, saying that he saw an Amontel among Hector's ranks when he was walking through the city and that he was rumored to be planning on changing the state of the kingdom to give the Amontels more rights. Belca darkly reiterates that it's none of his business. Eco agrees...correctly guessing that he only wanted to do so because he met a cute Amontel girl anyway.

That sets Belca off.

He yells at Eco to shut up, saying that the Amontels are monsters and they don't deserve descriptors like "cute" or "girl" to be applied to them. Eco calmly asks Belca why he feels that way and Belca begins to answer that it's always been like that...and then he remembers what Hector and Gramps both said about times and attitudes changing. The maid comes in to bring in a change of clothes and wash his dirty ones and tell the two that their rooms are ready so when Belca is done scrubbing his ass, they can get to bed.

Later on, Eco suggests that he and Belca can wait for the right time and escape. But Belca says it's impossible to camp out in that weather and even if they did, they would just get caught while they sleep. Telling Eco goodnight, he thinks about the Amontel, saying the way people act towards them has been decided before there were even humans...

Meanwhile, in the woods, Shingetsu catches himself a bandit and begins the interrogation.

The guy is a slaver and Shingetsu is interrogating him to find out where he sold his fellow Amontel. The slaver fearfully shouts that he and his men sold them all in Sana and that they're under the "Chemist"'s control now. Other than that, he doesn't know anything. Shingetsu is about to kill him before another Amontel stops him, saying if he kills him, he has to kill the rest too. Shingetsu instead puts a "curse" on the man: If he tries to go after them, he will get revenge on his children, and his children's children, and make their flesh rot away. The curse of the Red Forest.

Back to Prince Hour! Belca wakes up to discover one, he's alive and two, he still has his Primseed pendant and three, Eco's fever broke. Looking outside, Belca is amazed by the snow like a puppy seeing his first few inches (of snow...pervert.). Dietrich greets him, saying it's noon already (Really Belca...?) and asks if Belca will spar with him before he eats.

Belca still got the moves (in training, at least) and he gives Dietrich a good fight. Dietrich asks about Eco and apologizes for yesterday's incident, saying it must have been frightening to run into an Amontel in the forest. Belca quickly says no it wasn't...and fucks up enough to have to dodge a straight pierce from Dietrich's blade. He returns with renewed force though, saying that he can't forgive Amontel for looking human even though they're clearly not. Dietrich agrees...but says that Amontels are in fact "human imitations" that they can replace humans and the "real" humans can make them do stuff that "real" humans can't. They take a break and Dietrich continues that Amontel do dangerous work that "real" humans cannot like digging in mines and such. Therefore, he can't really hate them. But! He and Belca have to remain ever vigilant and make sure not to mistake them for "real" humans.

Anyway, Dietrich gets called away on a "matter" and leaves Belca alone, saying they'll talk later. Belca thinks that Dietrich reminds him of Hector, just a bit. Belca then thinks that if Hector just thought of the Amontels the way Dietrich does, he would still be alive. He goes back to his and Eco's room to say that Dietrich is a chill dude...only to not see Eco anyway. And his stuff is missing.

At the Royal Tomb's Palace Villa, at the Sana Town District Gate, the Vandemiel's Squad Captain (whoever the fuck that is) is greeted by the guards when he's about to go on a vacation to see his parents. Then he sees something in the distance that looks like a caravan...but something isn't right. He orders the guards to go over and investigate and it turns out that the caravan contained Moruga merchants...Amontel slave traders. The slave traders were taken to a hospital to recover but what's interesting is the fact that they were not attacked for their money. No...their attackers were Amontel.

And their next target are the traders' client...

A carrier pigeon can't get to them; it's already sunset! The Squad Captain will have to rescue that innocent slave owner before the Amontel reach him!

The chapter ends with Belca exploring the Arlon family estate.

#+c: sword and cornett #plus si #manga #review #good ending: amontel kills everyone #neutral ending: equality #bad ending: Dietrich lives

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