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Masterlist
So, this is my masterlist! I procrastinated making it for waaaay too long. These works are my most recent ones. Stay tuned for more updates!
Hellaverse
Alastor x Reader Headcanons
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Boys' ideal dates Part 1
Marauders Era
Roses don't bloom in war-Rosekiller
My Truest Self-Jily Spiderman AU
To wipe the tears in your eyes-Jegulus
Arcane
From a soul to another-Caitvi Star Wars AU~coming soon
Percy Jackson
When the sun shines upon us-Luke Castellan x Reader~coming soon
I'M TRYING TO FIGHT THE WRITERS BLOCK (all my recs will be posted until October) SO ANYONE WANT DESCENDANTS FICS????? If yes, drop a request. I know I haven't been punctual, but it will be done in a month or so tops.
I miss tma season one when Jon puts his whole archivussy into a statement and then ends it by saying "yeah lmao this probably didn't happen. I asked Martin to look into it and he found nothing because he sucks and I hate him. Tim got me more information, probably because he's such a fucking slut. Sasha was also very useful. I love Sasha because she's so dependable and trustworthy. Nothing bad will ever happen to Sasha to make her less dependable or trustworthy."
IF ANYONE HAPPENS TO COME ACROSS THIS READ IT RIGHT NOW.
That's it. That's the post.
Best Vox fanfiction series in this app.
After freaking straddling the dapper Samsung tv, is it safe to say that we’re at that point in the relationship that Vox might start experiencing spicy dreams (make outs, light touches, etc. w/e your comfortable with)? How would it influence their next waking interaction?
I love the way you write Vox clearly falling in love, saying he’s not going to fall any harder, and then fail spectacularly! I would want them to kiss faster if it wasn’t so funny to watch Vox struggle.

Just A Dream
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: This chapter is kinda spicy? It's UHHHH- It's something. Vox is one horny mf and it's about time that part of his character graced this series lmao- BTW I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE YALL I WAS MESSING WITH MY AU AND OTHER STUFF IRL ABDKSHDJSJS- I thank you all for being really patient with me!! TwT
A/N: Also, figured I could answer the pjs one in this interlude too- still gonna write a sleepover Drabble though because I need to make myself more content and I am NOT gonna pass up on Alastor chaos because deer man is funny. Poor Vox was on so much copium this interlude though LMAO.
A/N: This was long overdue and will probably be one of the last chapters I write before kinda poking at my series whenever I feel the inspo cuz I am fixating on so many things at once and Hazbin ily but damn I need a season 2- OGs remember when I used to post this shit chronically AHAJSJAKDJSJD
Vox isn't new to dreaming.
Sometimes they just happened whenever his systems shut down.
Even if he wasn't entirely sure how his biology still allowed him to have them.
Hell, they weren't really even dreams anymore- it was just mostly nightmares.
Replays of his failures, mistakes, pretty much all the worst things that happened to him.
All haunting him like an insufferable blooper reel of his life.
Until of course you waltzed in and made your cute little self a permanent fixture in his mind.
The overlord finally had dreams worth recalling, moments shared between the two of you that loved to resurface as memories.
Again, it wasn't often-
But they were nice little things to look back on anyhow.
Tonight was no different.
Or- so Vox thought.
Going through his typical nighttime routine, he slipped on some light blue silk pajama bottoms while scrolling back through your old messages.
"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."
"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."
The overlord smiled when he saw that old note, the very start of your conversations years ago.
His chest got all fuzzy reminicing that far back.
Oh how naive you both were.
Vox lightheartedly shook his head and placed his phone on the charging deck on his nightstand.
Once he'd lied down and gotten comfortable, the overlord looked up at the ceiling of his room.
A soft sigh left him as his systems started to go through their routine defrag and scheduled shutdown.
He didn't need to sleep, at least not in the normal sense one would think.
But as he ebbed away from the world of the conscious, he found himself recounting a recent memory with you.
So it was going to be one of those dream nights...
Of all the moments with you his mind had to pick from- it was when you were cuddling him.
Given that it was a dream, Vox didn't think much of the situation and just relaxed in the solace of your arms.
Similarly to how he actually did that exhausting Monday in your room at the hotel.
A shitty day made better thanks to you, always thanks to you.
He was relaxed until he felt what was probably a ghost of a kiss at the base of his neck.
He thought it was just a random feeling his brain had conjured up.
Then it happened again.
A heated sensation shot through his systems when your hands started feeling up under his dress shirt too.
Oh fuck.
He couldn't bring himself to stop you even if he wanted to since his limbs were currently more useless than Valentino's eyesight.
"Doll– wait-"
His plea fell on deaf ears when you harshly sucked a hickey into his collar bone. Vox let out a pleasurable hiss while his hands made themselves home on your hips.
The claws gripped at the fabric, cool to the touch against his heated skin. The slight static making a soft crackling noise as it danced up your body.
It all felt so off, but it felt so good.
The overlord would've been lying after all if he said he didn't want this. He did, but he wasn't entirely sure where you stood constantly pushing his buttons then going back to saying that he was just a friend.
It was ridiculously frustrating but Vox also slightly feared trying to find the actual answer, after all- what if he was looking too much into it and there really wasn't anything?
What if you were really just messing around?
He wasn't sure if it was a truth he could handle.
It didn't help that soon after that the dream version of you decided to get a little more risque. Your hips starting to move in a tantalizing grind while Vox could only shiver.
He'd never been that receptive before, then again... it's really been quite a while since he had done anything of this nature.
It's been a while since he's experienced anything like this both awake or asleep. Since getting close to you- everything had changed.
For all it's worth, this entire dream felt so scarily real. The overlord was once again reminded by just how much he yearned for you, wanted more from your friendship but dared not to ask.
Besides, he would rather you both stay friends than have nothing at all. Which he didn't really want to risk just in case he was legitimately reading all the signs wrong.
However, his entire thought process screeched to a halt when a sharp stinging sensation threw him back to your ministrations.
Did you just- bite him?
The flatscreen groaned when you proceeded to treat his skin like an empty canvas- your empty canvas- the marks left behind evidence of your artistic touch.
Still, Vox had to remind himself that this was really all just a dream. The wispy and floaty nature of the entire room glared at him blatantly with that.
So despite how beautiful and real you looked and felt in the dim lighting of the room-
He was asleep. He was still asleep.
But by god he didn’t want to wake up.
Even if he knew it was inevitable that he would.
The dream version of you eventually pulled away to properly meet his half-lidded gaze, your eyes brimming with the same longing and yearning hunger that he had for you.
You don’t look at him like that. Not when you were both awake. Did you? His eyes had to be playing tricks, he had to be mistaken. Especially when you kept defaulting to the fact you were both only friends.
Still, when you suddenly pulled him into a kiss- the TV demon couldn’t help himself anymore. His arms wrapping around you possessively as he pulled you impossibly close.
Like an addiction he kept relapsing with, the overlord kept going back- coming back for more with you. Your kisses had him feeling drunk, your lips meeting his own in a passionate exchange.
Vox wondered if somewhere along the way you had poisoned him, if you'd slipped something into his mainframe that he missed back when you were alive.
It was hard to believe he'd been caught, hook, line and sinker- for you- but it was where he ended up nonetheless.
And he had no problems with that.
There wasn’t any hesitation in the kisses you both shared, nor was there any rush of impatience. He was simply content with this intimacy, yet your dream version proved to be ever so bold.
Vox gasped when you began to palm the growing tent in his pants, the fabric of his slacks becoming insufferably tight.
He vaguely registered the playful giggle that slipped your lips, alongside the cooing at his ever obvious sensitivity.
“Fuck… (Y/N)...”
You were going to drive him insane, so much for the hopeful thinking that his dreams would give him respite.
His vent fans whirred loudly in a fruitless attempt to cool down his overheating systems. Your dream version once again giggled before resuming your attack on his neck.
This wasn’t really anything compared to the trysts he used to have, not to mention Valentino- but for whatever reason this just felt so much better.
Vox could only take a gander at how much different the real thing would be. If he was even lucky enough to get to that point with you.
Everything felt so vivid- his pleasure quickly rising from your mere foreplay.
Had you any idea what you did to him...?
Soon, a faint ringing sound could be heard from his side; causing the room around him to blur more than the hazy filter it already had.
The overlord tried to ignore the sound but it only got louder and louder.
The next time Vox opened his eyes after squeezing them shut from the pleasure- he was met with the dark high ceiling of his bedroom.
Of course, predictably- you were nowhere to be found.
The overlord sighed tiredly when he saw his phone screen flashing from where it sat on his nightstand, ringing every so often and buzzing alive.
Being half-awake while ignoring the very obvious issue in his trousers- the flatscreen simply hit the answer button without checking the caller ID.
So color him surprised when he heard your sprightly voice beckoning him back to the land of the awake.
“Hey Vox, did you sleep well?”
If your cheerful voice was any indication- it really seems like you did. Vox rubbed at his own screen tiredly, he was unfortunately not as lucky.
“Yeah, you’d actually woken me up this time doll. What’s the occasion? You’re up early.”
That giggle again, that playful laugh of yours that rang like a haunting chime. He could never really avoid it, not that he was sure he wanted to most times. The overlord bit back a groan from the memory where he last heard it.
The dream he had was still searingly fresh.
“I wanted to call you before you had to go to work, that and I felt really energised today. Wanna hang out later? Or are you busy?”
The flatscreen quickly took a glance at his schedule for the day, realising it’s one of those days he’d actually allocated to you even back when you were alive.
He was busting his ass off for Voxtek any other day and occasion just so he could have these moments with you. Velvette teased him relentlessly about it sometimes.
“No no no- I'm not busy- I’ll be over soon. Give me an... hour?”
“Pfft, take your time samsung. Let’s go out for breakfast?”
Vox finally sat up and stretched, sighing from the relief when some of his joints popped. Glancing back at the darkened phone on his nightstand with a small smile.
“Sure, my treat.”
“It’s a date then! See you!”
Yep, and so the cycle began again. He was okay with this.
The overlord was happy with this.
But first, a really really cold fucking shower was in order.
To wipe the tears in your eyes
This is my last fic for @marauderswithpalestineproject! Enjoy!
Word count: around 2.5k
Warnings: Some angst, some swearing, that's it.
“Okay, ew, you two, get a room, that’s disgusting!”
Barty grinned at Regulus and continued to kiss- no, eat his boyfriend’s face. Evan was flustered, to the point where Reg could practically feel the heat radiating from where the boy was sitting, directly to his left. He tried to say something, but Barty quickly shut him up with more kisses. It had been over a week since they’d made amends from their last argument, and Reg couldn’t really explain why they were still behaving like that, but alas.
He turned around, his apple pie still untouched, and came face to face with Pandora, who was basically inhaling her fish and chips. Flowers had started to bloom on the grounds all around Hogwarts, so a variety of them was already decorating her hair, tucked in between the braids. He could never bring himself to learn how Dorcas made them, no matter how many times she’d showed him.
He waited until his friend swallowed, and then spoke.
“Hey, Dora, are you doing anything after lunch? I’ve finished all my homework so I was hoping we could hang out?...”
He prayed he didn’t sound as desperate as he thought he did, for the truth was that Regulus Black, was indeed, that desperate. His friends had been ignoring him for the past few weeks. With Barty and Evan constantly fighting and making up (and out) with eachother, and Dorcas being too busy studying for her N.E.W.T.S., the only person who was still available was Pandora. Reg would love to admit that Dora was perfect, but she had recently developed the nasty habit of hanging out with Gryffindors. To be fair, one Gryffindor in particular.
James Fleamont Potter.
He dreaded to hear those words, yet Dora’s lips showed no mercy as she politely refused.
“I’m afraid I cannot join you today, Reggie. James has invited me to the Gryffindor tower, and there are those amazing tapestries around there, I could get lost in the patterns for hours... I wouldn’t miss a chance to see them again. Plus his friends will be there this time, and I just love meeting new people...”
“Oh.”
Of course she wouldn’t. He didn’t blame her, he just wished she’d never met Potter that wretched evening in detention. He remembered it very well. How Dora had wandered off again, picking flowers, and ended up near Hogsmeade, where professor Slughorn saw her and brought her back to the school. He didn’t know why Potter was in detention that time though. Maybe he’d beaten someone up again. That prick loved to show off his strength at all times. That was all he was. Muscles and puns and smiles. Shallow.
“...Reg? Regulus? Are you okay? If you need it I can stay here, I don’t have to go to t-” the girl sounded alarmed, real concern painting her voice.
“No, Dora, it’s fine. Go have fun okay? I’ll be fine.” He got up.
“A-Are you sure? It’s no problem, after all...”
“No, I’m perfectly fine, just zoned out for a bit.”
He glanced at Barty and Evan, who were still making out. Regulus sighed.
“Won’t you finish your food at least?”
“No, I’m not really hungry.” He looked at the Gryffindor table, where the so called Marauders were making a mess with their meals and shouting happily. If only he was still in good terms with Sirius... But life wouldn’t continue based on ‘ifs’. He turned around and walked out of the dining room, quickening his steps as he reached his dorm room.
Still. What if things had turned out differently. What if he had ran away when Sirius did. Maybe he could be at their table, laughing again. Like when he was a little kid and Sirius would make funny faces to cheer him up after Mother had left them without food for the night once more. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. It was engraved in his memory, just like it was in Sirius’s too. He was sure of it. No, he decided. He couldn’t have ran away with his brother. Walburga would always find him. That phrase was a threat, a curse falling on his head, and he was pretty sure he’d never be free of it.
Had she been any other mother, that would have been encouraging, something she’d say to him to comfort him.
He crushed on his bed.
He’d heard Sirius talk about Potter’s mother, Eudora, was it? Maybe Eugenia? Euphemia? That was it. Euphemia. Euphemia Potter. The mother who, according to his brother, everyone should have. He’d dreamt of living with a loving mother. Foolish dreams of a foolish child, they were. Yet the hope still remained. Hope was a hard thing to kill. Maybe the hardest of all things.
Two weeks later
Reg was walking around in the school grounds. It was a habit he had adopted since Pandora had started spending more and more time with the Gryffindors, leaving him completely and utterly alone. Barty and Evan had had a fight earlier, something about socks... To be frank, Regulus thought that they were slowly becoming really annoying. Or maybe the blood boiling in his veins was speaking.
He’d fallen asleep, on one of the common room’s couches, only to find out that a bunch of Gryffindors - including Potter and Sirius - had snuck in with Pandora’s help, when he woke up. He tried not to upset Dora, after all, entrance in other Houses’ common rooms was not a rare “currency” in the school. She was probably just returning a favor.
Seeing the Marauders and especially Potter again though, he couldn’t help but get mad. He knew the other Slytherins were too, but no one would risk missing one of the Gryffindor parties just because of a visit. At least that was how Narcissa had put it.
He had stormed out of the common room in a blur, but not before he heard Potter whisper to Sirius something along the lines of “What’s wrong with him?”
By now he had nearly reached the lake. The weather had worsened the past days, going from warm and sunny until at least noon to a grey sky, threatening to fall apart and drench them with its rain.
He walked closer to the water. From afar, it looked like a pool of metal, perfectly still, reflecting its surroundings down to the last detail. Now that Regulus could get a closer look, he noticed how murky its bottom was, probably because of the mud the giant squid was moving around, as it lived its life without worrying about social interactions.
He picked up a stone, round and gray, and threw it sideways into the lake. He remembered, back in fourth year, when he, Dora, Evan, Barty and Dorcas had decided to spend the day right at that spot. He’d seen Barty skipping stones, and had demanded asked him to teach him how to. He was actually quite good at it, after all, though he wasn’t able to practice very often.
The stone hopped on the water, one, two, three, four times, creating round wrinkles in the still water before disappearing under the surface. He skipped a few more stones, but had to stop once the squid surfaced. There had been cases where it had actually caught and thrown the stones back to students who had initially tossed them in the past, and he wouldn’t risk it.
Regulus heard someone approaching, but didn’t turn around. It was probably someone like him, someone that wanted to spend some alone time. If they got annoying or disturbed him, he could always just leave.
The footsteps stopped, and a person stood right beside him.
“I knew I’d find you here.” Pandora said.
“Hello, Dora. Why aren’t you in the dungeons?”
“Oh, I didn’t see you there and I went out to look for you actually...” She gave him a gentle smile.
“You didn’t have to do that, I know how much fun you have with the Gryffindors. You can still go back.” He was grateful she had thought of him, but at that moment, he needed his time.
“I don’t want to go back. We need to talk.”
It was rare for Pandora to be that serious, so Regulus waited and listened to what she had to say.
“I know you’re upset. You’ve been avoiding me for the past few weeks. Barty and Evan say the same. Now, I don’t know why this is happening, but I’m here for whatever you need and I’m willing to do anything to fix it, and I’m sure that the same applies to the others too. So if you please could tell me the reason you’ve been so distant...”
Regulus felt tears gathering in his eyes, and blinked them away. How could she be so clueless? How could they all be?
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But I just want to help and-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it okay?"
"But-"
Anger erupted through him.
"Just shut up, Pandora! Shut up for once! How can you- How can you all just ignore me all this time? Do I even mean anything? Because you can't parade around chatting and laughing with Gryffindors one day and talk to me the other! It's not fair, do you understand? It's not fair to me!"
He could see tears appearing in her eyes as well now, but he didn't care.
"You became fucking best friends with goddamned James Potter! How is this fair? You know the consequences of me being even in the danger room with all them Gryffindors and yet you still invite me over? Do you even care about me at all? Was it all an act?"
He felt like he could continue for hours, but stopped when he heard almost inaudible sobs coming out from his friend's mouth.
Pandora got up and ran away, three flowers in her hair slowly falling on the ground behind her.
Then the realisation of what he'd said washed over him, crushing him in a huge wave of guilt. He contemplated running after her, apologising, falling on his knees until she forgave him. It was his last chance to not be alone and he had just thrown it away so stupidly. He turned around, but did none of that.
Regulus stayed there for a good two hours, doing whatever, walking around or talking to himself. He may have screamed his lungs out a few times. He just prayed no one was actually close enough to hear him. Deep down he hoped Pandora would return, help him sort things out, or just sit there even, her mere presence would be enough.
That didn’t happen. And as the hours passed, more and more clouds gathered in the sky, resulting in a heavy rain. He decided to head back, but took his time while he did so. He never minded the rain, he had found out that there was something poetic in being soaked in the thing most important for life to exist, yet if you overdid it, it would result to sickness, even death.
He shivered as he entered the castle through the gates, just in time before Filch closed them completely. The man gave him a nasty look but didn’t dare to say anything. The warmth of Hogwarts was welcoming, surrounding him like an embrace.
He took a turn and headed to the dungeons, and then another, when he bumped into someone.
“Excuse me.” He didn’t have time for apologies. He looked up to the person that was still blocking his way. “I said ex-”
“Oh, no, mate you’re not going anywhere. Not after whatever you did to Pandora. We need to talk.” James Potter said, looking down on him through his glasses.
Regulus felt anger bubble through him once more that night. He was pretty sure he was red as a tomato, but didn’t care. How dare he, James Potter, demand anything from him. He even had the nerve to ask about Dora- as if he cared. He would stand his ground.
“Go on, what do you have to say to me? Let’s see how much your little brain can comprehend of human emotions and interactions.” He made sure he sounded as petty as he could.
James huffed. “I saw Pandora at the library about an hour ago. She was crying. Only thing I could get out of her mouth was your name. Care to explain?” he crossed his arms and leaned to the wall.
“And why would you care about Pandora anyway?”
“Well, shouldn’t I? She’s my friend, something I have began to doubt about you.” Damn it, he was good at this game.
“It’s my business, not yours.”
“Oh hell no, we’re not going anywhere until we have this sorted out.
“Come on now” Regulus said “don’t pretend you don’t hang out with her only to have access to the dungeons and Slytherin parties.” A smug grin had started to form on his face,
That seemed to affect the other boy more than anything he’d said before. “I- I wouldn’t do that...”
“Like hell you wouldn’t. Stop pretending, Potter. Or don’t. Maybe that’s the only thing you can do well after all. Pretend. That’s what you are! A fake.” He let it all flow out, his voice gradually raising to the point he was yelling.
James did the same, though. “This is NOT about me! It’s YOUR fault that Pandora has been crying for the past hour, maybe more!” Regulus flinched. “So stop acting like you’re innocent! Not everything is about yourself! And stop ruining people’s lives by doing that! You had better go talk to Pandora, or I don’t know what will happen!”
Tears had started forming in Regulus’s eyes, but this time he let them flow freely.
“You don’t know shit! You don’t know how it is to be ignored by everyone for days straight, for people to actually hate you! You haven’t lost ANYTHING! So before you start talking, maybe you should actually think what someone has been going through BEFORE YOU START MAKING ACCUSATIONS!”
James seemed to be taken aback by his outrage, and spoke in a calmer voice, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, that doesn’t make any difference. You shouldn’t-”
“Shut up.”
“No, I won’t shut up, Regulus! Why won’t you shut-”
Hearing his name coming out of James’s lips, something snapped inside of Regulus. He launched forward, grabbing the other boy’s face with both his hands and kissing him roughly on the lips, before pulling away.
He turned around to leave, he would process the atrocious action he’d just done later. He felt a hand in his, and James pinning him to the castle wall in a blur.
“You won’t get away so easily after that.” James loomed over Regulus, and for one moment the shorter boy thought he was going to hit me, but then the bittersweet taste of James’s lips on his took all his thoughts away. They held on each other as they kissed for what felt like hours. Regulus couldn’t understand what was happening, whether it was right or not, the only think that mattered was the boy hugging him like no one had ever before.
“You still have to talk to Pandora, you know” James mumbled, but his smile could be seen, even in the rush they both were in.
Three months later
Regulus was laying beside his boyfriend, or rather on top of him, as when James had realised how touch starved the boy was, he had insisted on them cuddling with every chance the got. Euphemia’s voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Boys, it’s time for dinner!”
James got up from his bed, kissed him and grinned. “You know, you were right. I got something more from hanging out with Pandora... The best prize ever.” He leaned in and kissed Regulus once more.
"Statement of Micrathena Dolust, regarding the success of their TV show “Entangled with Mica”.
Original statement, July 21th, 2015. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins."
"We’re not so different, you and I. I collect stories too, but unlike you, I broadcast, unravel, and control how they're told. A story is nothing without a good narrator, and when I speak, people listen. When I instruct them to clap, to cry, or to kill, they obey.
I send whatever message I desire, and every Sunday night, millions tune in to hear what I have to say. I control public perception with ease; I made everyone adore a young actress caught in a web of lies, and turned them against an unfaithful man.
Once I know your secrets, I decide what the people believe. If I don’t like you, they act as one, storming the stage with rage. With a mere tug of strings, I pull down the curtains on the guest. This is the power of storytelling: everyone is entangled in my ever-expanding web."
Micrathena, or “Mica” Dolust, is the host of the hit TV show Entangled with Mica. This talk show puts people in the hot seat, exposing their life stories, latest scandals, or recent experiences to Mica and his audience. Renowned for his ability to shift public perception, those who fail to win Mica’s favour often disappear from the public eye, never to be seen again. Make a TMA Avatar with me 10: Web!
Canon.
you've heard of jon's Floating Eyes looking at martin with heart pupils, now get ready for:
martin's fog producing heart shapes around jon
Things that have eaten/bitten people in the Magnusverse (so far):
The sky
Earth
Worms
A door
Mr. Spider
A vase
Vampires
Mosquitoes
Monster pig
Father Edwin Burroughs (unwittingly)
John Haan's chicken and kebab shop customers and Mikaele Salesa's crew (unknowingly)
Mr. Bonzo
Rich people
A tape recorder
Since that shit was epic, Arcane is now on my requests list! Be prepared everyone!
I refuse to become another goddamn mystery
Being a non-UK listener of the Magnus Archives/Protocol means I'm always playing a little game called 'Is this a real thing that exists in England or are Jonny and Alex just pulling things out of their twisted imaginations again', and then becoming even more worried when it turns out it's real
I've never been prouder of this Fandom 🫡
We love him for that
Archives crew: unveiling their trauma that lead them to work there
Martin: I'm just a high school dropout who needed a job for my mum's care and my rent.
The Magnus Archives everyone. Horror podcast extraordinaire…
And professional office comedy
Elias is the type of person to respond "I see" to everyone all the time during season one and before just for the shits and giggles.
"Elias the printer ran out of ink."
"Ah, I see. I'll have that sorted."
"There's a bunch of fucked up worms outside"
"Hm I see, how odd."
That time (five minutes ago) when I was watching the Lord of the Rings and reading TMA fanfiction at the same time, and I was like "damn. Thats- that's a giant fucking eyeball- no wait- wait what???" And my brain crashed for a minute
i am so normal about this podcast
this is so stupid but I meed to share it:
jon: *to the eye* is elias friendly?
the eye: yeah he’s pretty friendly
elias: HELLO JON APOLOGIES FOR THE DECEPTION-
jon: *to the eye* I thought you said he was friendly!
the eye: he is, thats not elias
Fr tho it would be Annabelle's hobby watching it in tma
The magnus archives would be a lot shorter if the tape recorders could just bite people
just saw your lonelyeyes short about Elias throwing used car batteries into the ocean and lost a year off my life from laughing so hard. thank you god bless
I have some thoughts about this one particular moment
I have never, NEVER seen so much emotion and depth just poured into one little sentence.
What makes it so devastating is when you realize this is a child, who was born into a world so dangerous, he had to grow up too fast (literally) and he’s meeting the man he chose to be his father for THE FIRST TIME.
How do you miss someone you’ve never met before?
Simple, when all you’ve experienced since the moment of your birth, is hostility, contempt and suspicion. All jack has at this point is two men, one wants to kill him. The other wants to use him (albeit a bit more kindly than the first). He doesn’t know what he wants in the world but he knows what he doesn’t want and it’s everything he’s getting from the Winchesters. So he misses the only two people in the world who ever loved him. He can’t have his mom, so he misses Castiel because he misses being ‘SAFE’. And safe is what Cas made him feel before he was even born.
I will never get over how soft and utterly relieved but at the same time TIRED Jack sounds in this moment. To finally have someone in his corner. To watch his back. So he doesn’t have to always be on guard anymore. And I can relate with that. I do relate with that. And that’s why this moment always makes me cry. Cad and Jack deserved to go some place far away and should’ve got to live in a lakeside cabin in southern France and been a family.