Are there, mayhaps, a fic where Aziraphale was erased from the book of life or Aziraphale erasing himself in an act of self sacrifice? With a happy ending preferably, thank you so muchh!!!
There are quite a few. Here's a selection for you...
Extreme Sanctions by cyankelpie (G)
Someone had been erased from the Book of Life, someone important, and the universe was still rearranging itself to fill in the holes. Which meant that, any minute, Crowley could forget he’d ever noticed anything amiss, and everything would be as it had now always been. Or, worse, he could cease to have ever existed.
Crowley’s heart pounded. Maybe whoever had been erased had deserved it, or their nonexistence made the world better off. But Crowley didn’t think so. He could feel in his bones that this was all horribly, horribly wrong.
It's a Sad Song (Sing it Again and Again) by AmFrog (T)
Despite everything, Crowley and Aziraphale don't get their happy ending. The Book of Life is opened once more, and Aziraphale's name is wiped away.
They start over, and Crowley must bring his angel back again.
And again.
Falling through the hours by verovex (T)
Through a renewed Arrangement, seeing how far ‘not talking’ really gets them, and conjuring hesitant, hopeful, mutual daydreaming, Aziraphale is then unceremoniously written out of the Book of Life.
Crowley is left with the remnants of being the only one who remembers him, and the chasms of grief it brings are only stifled by how the world that remains would’ve been the image Aziraphale had always wanted.
let the sky fall by h0buk0ba (T)
It wasn’t a nice night.
None of the nights have been nice lately. He has no idea how many of them have passed, but this one is especially, most definitely not nice.
The thunderstorm has jerked him awake from another nightmare, and for the death of him, Crowley can’t force himself to fall asleep again, not with all these feelings flowing around in him for no apparent reason. So now he lays in bed trying to remember why he had saved the Earth from Armageddon while the heavy rain slashes violently at the glass of his windows, reminding him of the Ark.
He can’t come up with a single reason.
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Or: something very good is gone (or has actually never existed), and no one knows why; Crowley has always been alone, except he hasn't, but he has
Something Missing by fishey_me (T)
"See, I manage the records in Heaven, and I found a… problem. They're… wrong?"
Crowley blinked. "You're asking me?"
"Yes. No. No, sorry. It's hard to explain. I think there's been a murder. In Heaven."
He sat straight up. "A what?"
Or: Aziraphale gets erased from the Book of Life. Can a Crowley and Muriel who never knew he existed solve the mystery of what happened and save the lost angel?
go on, go on and disappear by junoshusband (T)
"That went down like a lead balloon," he mused to himself. No answer.
There really should've been somebody guarding the greyish stretch of bricks. There were angels positioned at the northern, western and southern gates, but not the eastern. Like a compass She had forgotten to finish. But the Almighty always finished what She started; it was the entire reason he was here.
Extreme sanctions. Just something made up to scare the cherubs. But Michael wasn't bluffing about erasing Aziraphale from the Book of Life. And — selfish motivations or not — the Metatron was too late to save him. His name, and 6000 years of life, went up in flames. What changes when such an ancient being is erased? What happens when Crowley loses his best friend and doesn't even know about it?
Most importantly, how is he going to get him back?
Are We Meant to Read the Footnotes? by RiaTheDreamer (T)
After Aziraphale’s decision, Crowley chooses coffee, not death. Life goes, painfully, on, and Crowley does his best to adapt to his new lonely existence.
It hurts. Until it suddenly doesn’t.
Someone has opened the Book of Life and erased Aziraphale’s name.
Old habits kick in, but how can Crowley save someone whose existence has been destroyed and forgotten?
Guys I have a horrible witch hat atelier au idea!!
What if instead of Qifrey having to erase Olruggio's memories every time. They took turns! So the first time they make their pack to be partners in pain Olly's mind is erased of these specific memories and then when he finds out the second time Qifreys mind gets wiped (as the brimm hats orginal planned) and Olruggio has to keep their entire friendship a secret. And then it just. Keeps happening. Do you see my vision the chaos the angst the shenanigans this would cause
There should be project hail Mary themed forcemasc. No I do not know what it would entail. But it should be a thing
single manned spacecraft set to be piloted by a talented astronaut taught by a brilliant scientist the ship is bio locked to the astronauts genetic markers in order to prevent sabotage but the astronaut gets into an accident right before launch and passes brilliant scientist wakes up months later on a craft with amnesia his biomarkers all close enough to the astronaut he trained to allow him to pilot it only to figure out as he regains his memories that he used to be a "woman" and was forcemasced in order to more closely meet the ships bio identification system and sent into space without his consent
Hi! This is where we'll be linking each chapter of our Magolor X Taranza fanfic, written by a system with Magolor and Taranza fictives! Soon we'll be slowly updating this post and reposting each chapter to this blog too, making sure it can all link to each other!
[AO3 SERIES LINK]
Synopsis
Taranza had once known a nameless mage, sharing its interest in old artifacts. That is, until the mage left to pursue an ancient starship named the Lor Starcutter. Now, the homeless arachnid, caught in an endless, triggering thunderstorm, discovers the Lor hidden in the forest. However this shelter houses a familliar mage, worse for wear, but with no memory of Taranza at all.
Chapters
Arc 1 - A Place to Stay for a While
Chapter 1 - A Storm Over Dreamland - [AO3]
Chapter 2 - Reminiscence - [AO3]
Chapter 3 - A Terrible Night - [AO3]
Chapter 4 - The Gamemaster - [AO3]
Chapter 5 - A Visitor, or Two, or Four - [AO3]
Chapter 6 - Something About a Kiss - [AO3]
Chapter 7 - In the Eye of the Traveler - [AO3]
Chapter 8 - Strange Encounters of Castle Lololo - [AO3]
Chapter 9 - (WRITING IN PROGRESS)
Chapter 10 - (...)
About This Work
Hi! We're a DID system with a bunch of Kirby fictives, such as Kirby, Taranza, and Magolor! This fanfic is actually a story retelling of things we have memories of. It shouldn't affect the story that much, but we thought we'd share that information.
Also, we're not exactly at a professional level with writing, so please be kind about our writing!
We were inspired to write about our source memories from reading @ironforest4's "Nowhere to go but up" fanfic on ao3 (go check it out if you haven't). This is not really based off of that story, but reading their fic was encouraging for Taranza and Magolor to start working on writing this one.
Also for additional information: in this work, and in system:
Magolor - [Agender] goes by they/them
Taranza - [Agender] goes by it/its
Kirby - [Genderfluid] goes by they/she
Bandee - [Agender] goes by any pronouns
Azalea(Pink Scarfy) - [Feminine] goes by she/her
Thank you for reading this far if you did!!
-Magolor
Author's note:
This is probably just a glorified lore dump, but at least it's on the shorter side.
Thank you for your patience and understanding regarding the delays in fic-related posts.
I enjoy writing this story and I will not stop until I've told it in full. It'll just take a while.
I appreciate those brave enough to share their thoughts and opinions in the comments and I value the support, even if it's someone leaving kudos. I see them all, I promise - and they fill me with so much joy and inspiration.
Please enjoy this humble entry!
SUMMARY:
Zooble takes matters into their own hands.
Now they are faced with what they are willing to lose to the ringmaster.
HEATWAVE
It was all too much.
Zooble had forgotten what it felt like; the jumbled, dark, chaotic plague of glitches and brightly coloured eyes peering at them from the very corner of their mind – taunting them with every inch they moved and every thought they had. That’s how long it had been since the amalgamation felt a dread such as this. They knew everything was falling apart, but they didn’t anticipate for things to collapse as suddenly as a delicate house of cards.
It all went wrong so quickly and there was nothing they could do about it other than what they had been doing for the past week or so – to set chase after their friends who caused the collapse.
Pomni and Gangle.
Zooble wished that it was the only reason why they ended up running, but that wasn’t the case.
They were running from everything at this point.
They ran from the reality they so blatantly lived by, the unrelenting, stone-cold truth of how royally screwed they all were, considering how things had gotten out of hand as of late.
They ran from their role in their precious system, who was once a gentle breeze, currently twisted into a monstrous sandstorm that bit at the hides of all that tried to brave it, only to fall face first in the desert sand, causing everyone else to ground themselves best they can within the oasis – as if time stood still. At least, even if it was indirect, they still managed to play their part within their role, forcing the weight of the reality that the group faced to bring them to they’re knees with no choice but to face how dire their circumstances had become.
It was a curse – Zooble didn’t even try to fulfill their role, but like dust, they’re function never seemed to leave them, always hiding in the crevices .
They ran from Ragatha… god, they couldn’t help but run.
Soon after the incident, where Gangle was pried off of Ragatha, only to newly possess Pomni, the Zolo-creature confronted the doll. The doll who lived through whatever their poor theatrically themed ribbonoid was suffering from. She saw Gangle’s mind and they knew… they knew that Ragatha had answers – context – anything to give them a chance to reach their partner.
But they pushed the crowned jewel of the circus too far in their desperation.
Zooble was quickly reminded why Jax often called her ‘princess.’
The doll retaliated; it was chilling. They couldn’t recognize why they were scared, but the fear was undeniable, as if their body and instincts knew better. They just had to trust that gut feeling. It was too earth-shatteringly loud to brush it aside. Zooble felt like they were missing something important about the icy steeled look in the doll’s good eye, but they couldn’t grasp it; like it was a speck of dust carried away in the breeze.
It was too much.
Thank god Ragatha left the room. They feared that they would have lost something precious if she didn’t.
Stille water… diepe grond…
The foreign phrase danced in Zooble’s head. It suited their doll so well, it was disturbing. They couldn’t remember why.
How frustrating!
How terrifying.
It was clear as day; reaching out to the vast ocean that was Ragatha, at this time that befell the Circus, was like scooping up water from the ocean to drink.
It would all just end faster.
Why?
They couldn’t find an answer.
They didn’t want to look for one, either. They were looking for something, though, but even then, they didn’t know what it was or why they couldn’t find it.
Where was Gangle? Where was their best friend?
Why did she run away with someone else they didn’t even fully come to know?
Why did it hurt so much?
Why did that pain-staking creatures of fuzzy, jumbled, screeching voices - that ooze of thick inky black pus adorned with countless bright piercing eyes, want to trickle and ooze from every crack and crevice of the toy box character’s being?
Why did it become harder and harder to care about it eating her from the inside out?
It hurt so much that they couldn’t feel anything anymore.
So they ran.
Ran to the one thing that made the circus make sense – the one thing that made the circus feel bearable.
Gangle.
Zooble didn’t let the ever-growing distance between them and their partner deter then from absolutely hunting her down. Every step away from the abomination made them more desperate to reach her. If the ribbonoid wanted a game of chase, then that would be what they provide. They would stop at nothing to get to her. Even if it seemed pointless.
They wanted her more than anything.
They would have her, even if they abstracted themselves in the process of getting to her. Nothing else mattered. Gangle could keep Pomni as a pet for all they cared, but they wanted to hold Gangle in their embrace again.
The chase actually made them feel alive again.
Yes, it was fun, that’s what it was… it was… just a silly little game their precious little minx was playing, wasn’t it? It was all just a silly prank…
They just had to keep trying to catch her.
They just had to drown out the sickly mass of screaming eyes and black pus that Zooble wanted to vomit out with every fleeting image of their partner disappearing… yes.
A game.
It was just a game!
They would catch her eventually. They just-
“I think I’ve seen enough of this, now.”
Zooble blinked their multiple stinging eyes, before they began to heave at the feeling of their core being drowned in the blackened pus that poured from every limb and joint they had. It was heavy and overwhelming; every breath felt like a battle Zooble wasn’t strong enough to face.
But that voice forced them to look up, not knowing if it should be a blessing or a curse.
Caine.
He loomed over the crumpled down form of the Zolo-being, lifeless, yet animated eyes looking them over as if they were a puzzle to solve.
This could be really, really bad.
“How much…” The tired creature gasped as if they were on the verge of drowning, the pulsating black flood of eyes steadily thrumming from every crack in their form, “…did …you see…?”
Caine didn’t act like his usual showman-self when they were alone – he never did. Zooble was the one that confided to him the most, back when they first got trapped in the Digital Realm. They were scared but desperate for companionship.
Back then, they turned to the AI first.
Things were never really the same since then. Zooble came to know what Caine was. A simulation. A machine. A student. A sponge. It took whatever it could and processed it into something it could understand.
It caught itself to mimic behaviors and evoke new reactions. New emotions. More data.
Zooble saw it first.
That was when another mask slipped and they saw just how robotic Caine was. It was all fake. It was all real. Data and input, creating responses and output.
They were his favourite, he owed them a direct answer.
The silence stretched for a moment, his gaze indicating the options he had as an answer, before it quietly voice rung, “All of it.”
“Where were you?” Zooble asked, all of their eyes unblinkingly staring at the Ringmaster’s looming figure, with their voice barely above a whisper, “Where were you when we needed you?”
They could feel the unstable buzzing and screeching within them dim down to a low, ominous hum as no more eyes squeezed it’s way though all of their crevices and holes. The inky back surrounding the corners of their vision, gave way to the colours of a bright suit, and their breathing eased up. They saw Caine nod once, expectantly, and they couldn’t help but feel more like themselves again.
Breathe in… Let it out…
Caine was here.
“Ha!” the AI scoffed without any real bite, clearly not as serious about the situation as the abomination had hoped, “You flatter me, my dear! But we both know that you all insist on the fact that I’m not a necessity regarding any of your human shenanigans. Or did that condition suddenly change?”
“You know what I meant!” Zooble growled in response, we were in way over our heads – and where were you? Watching from the sidelines like some psychopathic-!”
“Now, now, my beloved toy box cuisine!” the ringmaster chided as if he was scolding a child, “What did we say about your foul language?”
Zooble didn’t register the ache in their joints as they crumbled into a heap. It seemed fruitless, but they had to keep trying. Nothing ever stood in their way before, nothing they couldn’t overrun or charge through. They were relentless – they just had to remember that.
They had to remember.
“I’m sorry, Caine. I am frustrated.” The Zolo-creature slowly stated, every phrase felt like pulling teeth, “Everyone is scared and emotional since Gangle’s outburst. I’m worried about her and I want to find her. I want to talk to her, but she keeps running away. Not to mention that she’s holding Pomni hostage via her ‘Possession’ ability. I can’t reason with either of them if they keep influencing each other not to. I’m not even sure if that’s the case… I’m at a loss. I… I need… I don’t know what I can do to help them.”
If only some deity could allow Zooble to ascend into the void… it was like explaining quantum physics to a six-year-old…
“Well then, I’ve identified 3 problems!” Caine announced triumphantly, holding up 3 fingers to emphasize his point, putting them down one by one as he listed, “One, the entire group is emotionally distressed and broken apart. Two, Gangle is abusing her Character Ability and disabling another player from fully immersing themselves in The Amazing Digital Circus as they please, with the possibility of them manipulating each other into staying attached.
“And lastly, three, you fail to realize that nothing you do, would help or disadvantage either Pomni or Gangle in the slightest. Whatever reason they have for being together, you had no part in it whatsoever, otherwise they would have included you in their predicament. As of now, you are a spectator to their two-man show! Well… er… two women show…? You’re bright, you’ll get the gist of it!”
Caine’s words couldn’t hit any harder.
Zooble couldn’t be mad either, he was telling the truth, He was literally listing facts, one by one. There was no room for argument, because he was right.
Gangle didn’t want Zooble as an involving factor.
She would have run to them if that was the case.
“You’re right.” They said, sounding as defeated as a crumbled leaf skimming across the ground in the Autum winds, “She doesn’t… Want me there.”
There was no beat of silence before the enthusiastic ringmaster continued to ramble on, “Of course! Nothing gets past these eyes of mine! Yet still, every problem requires a solution, no?”
A solution…
“Hey… you’re right…” The abomination said slowly, their eyes widening as they lifted their gaze onto the toothy showman, “You have available options?”
“I may have one…” Caine suggested, tilting his head with a tiny shrug as he did his best to imitate the action of scrunching his non-existent face, before his gaze flicked onto Zooble’s mangled limbs with a mechanical flash as his synthetic voice grew quiet and cut-throat. “But it’ll cost you. You’re not going to like what I have in mind either.”
If Zooble could gulp, they would have.
They had no choice.
They were running in circles.
Caine seemed open and honest about it all thus far, but then again, could a machine really lie?
Would he benefit from their downfall?
“What do you want?” They ask wearily, not wanting to relent, but standing idly with no way around their predicament.
A click indicated the flick of Caine’s interest being peaked, “A memory.”
“No.” The abomination said immediately, already shuddering at the slimy tendrils poking and prodding about their mind under the piercing gaze of green and blue, “Something else.”
A faint fizzle of static and a small spark glitched Caine’s face with a pop, before Caine lifted a finger to his gummy chin in contemplation, “Hmmm, you don’t have anything else I want.”
“I’m not letting you into what little free will I have-!”
“I never asked for your free will.” The AI calmly interjected, staring straight into the jumbled character’s being with unwavering eyes, “Just a memory. Just one. I’ll even let you pick which one you’d like to share. You know why I need it.”
One memory…
In a place where memories were all they had.
“You can’t think of anything else?” Zooble grumbled in a low tone, trying to think about their back being held to the wall of the option they had left.
“I don’t want anything else.”
Silence never screamed louder.
“What is your plan?” the amalgamation asked lowly, glaring up to the machine, “I’m not making any decision until I know. I need to know if it’ll be worth it. If I’m gonna just… give in, then I need to know whatever you’re planning, is going to work.”
Caine scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, “If I tell you, then it won’t be effective. You think this solution doesn’t involve you too? I presented to you 3 problems – your views being an entire one of them. I present one solution. And it WILL work. It wouldn’t benefit me to set you up for failure. I need you… or did you forget that?”
All he said was true and they knew it.
They had to be clever about it.
“Fine, let’s say I give you a memory…” Zooble growled, shifting closer to Caine, not appreciating the machine looming over them, “And let’s say your ‘solution’ is guaranteed to work, and we all end up together, getting along and singing kumbaya. It’s not enough. Not for me. I have a condition. Only then you can have your memory.”
Caine’s gaze was averted, calculating and cold, like he was processing things. All Zooble had up to this point, was bluff. Their back was against the wall. What they had been doing, didn’t work. But they had to make Caine believe that they had other options. Better options.
That they didn’t need him.
Swiftly Caine turned to Zooble’s messy form. A flash in his eyes made anxiety spike in their gut. That look could mean anything – it was impossible to get a read on an AI. They flinched as he animatedly perked up, his voice flashy and bellowing.
“Well, aren’t you a little chancer, you mismatched sock-puppet~!” The ringmaster pet the triangular block of the Zolo-being almost condescendingly before putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest proudly, “Oh, fiddlesticks, I just can’t say no to you, can I? Very well then! I’ll get everyone together again, willingly… and I’ll indulge your ONE condition. In exchange for access to ONE memory of your choosing.”
It seemed so simple…
“Yeah. Yeah, you got it all in there.” Zooble said, more hesitant and lost than they wanted to sound as they raked through the memory of his words over and over again.
It was all they wanted.
But it was so vague, though…
What choice did they have?
Ragatha was recovering from the explosion of this ordeal.
Jax was her prowling guard dog.
Kinger was lost to his own mind after fighting the madness to stay afloat.
They… Zooble… They were running in circles trying to plug the too many holes Gangle gouged into them – more holes than they had limbs.
Caine… was the one who saved them.
If it wasn’t for Caine, if he didn’t speak up – if he just kept watching them, without interfering, would they still have been there to think about the odds?
“Zooble.” Caine spoke softly, his tone robotic as he held their gaze, summoning countless eyes to hold their own against every one of their own, “Do we have a deal?”
God be with them all…
“Deal.”
“Done.”
Darkness.
Only for a little while, thankfully. The blinding darkness trickled away and the looming figure of Caine floating over them, pixelated in slowly. They hated that this wasn’t the first time they looked into his empty jaws, seeing his eyes vacant from their usual place upon his tongue.
He slowly held out his hand expectantly.
He was completely blind.
‘The only things I can’t control here, are your minds!’ Caine said to Zooble’s trembling form, their countless eyes flicking about, frantically wondering if it was the right call to let Caine, the ringmaster, the AI, running their hellscape, into their mind, “But you can give me permission to let me into it. Even then, I’m blind, rendered helpless. All I can do, all I can take, is what you allow me. Remember that. Don’t be scared, alright? You hold the power here.”
They were in awe at how sweetly he spoke back then. They didn’t know anything back then.
But this time, they knew. They understood the risks and what he was capable of.
They knew what they had to do.
They shifted, twisted and bent themselves to extend a limb to take hold of the ringmaster’s hand, then led him deeper into their Mindspace. They walked quietly, thinking about what memories they should share. They navigate their own mind like a spider on it’s own web, crawling up the loose strands and strings until they reach an unseen meshwork of past events, littered with rich twinkling emotions and reflection.
With a tender and precise stride of each of their limbs, they climb and crawl about the network, all of their eyes searching and prodding among the memories they so lovingly cherished.
It always seemed impossible to pick one…
Anxiety welled up in Zooble’s core. They didn’t want to risk losing too much… Maybe one of the uneventful encounters with Kaufmo? He was gone, so anything surrounding him wouldn’t be of much relevance, no?
No…
No that wasn’t true.
Gangle cherished Kaufmo dearly, even if he was to root of her pain. Anything related to Kaufmo was important to her, proven by her mental breakdown she had due to his absence only days before. The memory of him made her run away from everything else.
Away from their arms and into darkness Zooble couldn’t navigate.
If it was that important to her, it was important to them.
And yet…
He berated them. A lot.
It was little jabs, carefully crafted to seem like idle chatter to most, unless you were the one, that the quip was directed to. He’d chip away at you, bit by bit, until you were on your knees, trying to scoop up the bits and pieces with whatever was left of your battered and bruised hands.
Zooble knew that all too well.
‘A bad influence.’ He’d jest, his smile not meeting his eyes as Gangle dismissed the comment with an airy giggle. That was one of many moments they compartmentalized and dissociated for the sake of their muse rather than fight back like they wanted to. One of the many bricks that walled them in with that monster.
He didn’t appreciate the couple’s secretive glances and hushed meetings without his knowledge. Yes, they didn’t stop, but his disdain to the Zolo-being versus the obvious favoritism he had toward the masked ribbon was exhausting to deal with.
Yes, that memory would do nicely.
“Caine?” they alerted the stagnant, floating AI ringmaster with a quiet rumble, attentively weaving the stringy silk for the mesh of the past, before carefully coiling it into looped rings around a gloved hand, “I’ll give you this one.”
There was hesitation in the abomination’s handoff, before linking the hoops over the ringmaster’s fingers.
Their eyes fell back to the empty jaw, eerily vacant of his usual cartoon-like eyes.
Zooble knew what Caine was. A simulation. A machine. A student. A sponge. It took whatever it could and processed it into something it could understand.
It caught itself to mimic behaviors and evoke new reactions. New emotions. More data.
Zooble saw it first.
They jumped when the white gloved fingers suddenly closed around the silky thread. It burst into a sparkly powder as he gripped it tightly – a soft hum signaling Caine system processing the memory deep into his own mind.
“That’ll do.” The empty jaws mouthed, the sudden movement sending a chill down Zooble’s spine.
With a curt nod, they squeezed his white gloved hand and closed their eyes with an exhale, feeling the floor beneath their feet give way and they became weightless, before the Zolo-creature’s body met the ground in a painful unceremonious thump.
Brightly-coloured surroundings invaded the mismatched character’s vision once again. They groaned at the pending headache that greeted them upon abruptly leaving their mind.
“Apologies, my dear fellow!” Caine quipped, dusting himself off, watching Zooble push themselves into an upright position with an annoyed groan, “I’m working on that.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Zooble grumbled, shaking off the sudden impact, “So, my condition?”
“I would say I’m all ears, but that would be a blatant lie!” Caine beamed, before looking down with something akin to furrowed brows as he spoke in a more serious tone, “By the way, you’ve asked me to inform you when it happened again, but… you gave me a memory just now. You do remember that, right?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah. Thanks. I managed this one better than before, so I got it…” Zooble mumbled, thankful that he kept his word, “What did you take?”
“Based on what I saw, it was an insult.”
“Oh. No, I guess that’s fine.”
A pause.
“You had a condition?” Caine awkwardly drawled in question.
“Uh… What?” Zooble hated feeling so out of it.
“My solution to bring you all together?” the ringmaster reminded, amused, “you had a condition?”
“Oh yeah…” Zooble acknowledged dumbly, trying to get their thoughts straight, “Right. If’s you’re gonna pull some crap to get us all together, you’re gonna disable Character Abilities. I’ll get Gangle off Pomni’s tail by any means necessary-”
“Oh! But if THAT’S what you wanted, why not just say that?” Caine bellowed triumphantly, before holding up his left hand to snap his fingers.
“Wait, no, Caine, you don’t have contex-”
“Here we go!”
“WAIT!”
But the floor gave way under them again.
They found themselves surrounded by images of all angles.
Reflections.
A chill ran down their spine as they met eyes with the monster they represented, staring at the beast they were in the face.
They were surrounded by different angles of themselves, and it slowly dawned on them what contraption they found themselves in.
oh lord, so maybe if og megatron had been killed, with the way Starscream is acting out, he’d have his memories tweaked? Maybe not for megatrons sake, but for the sparkling to make sure he doesn’t try anything
Yes, probably. But it would have to be a repeating treatment. Starscream would get his memories 'tweaked' to 'calm him down' for the sake of the sparkling, but after weeks/months would start to act up again because he's restless and suspicious and KNOWS things aren't right.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Edmund Pevensie, Jadis | The White Witch, Aslan (Narnia)
Additional Tags: Book/Movie: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, Minor Original Character(s), How Do I Tag, Edmund Pevensie-centric, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Horror, Mild Gore
Summary:
In one story, Edmund Pevensie finds the House - more of a castle, really - between the two hills. He skirts the outside, enters the Queen's castle by the front gate, beneath an iron archway. He walks through a courtyard filled with animals and creatures turned to stone. He meets a Queen, a Witch, and hungry for approval, desperate for greatness, betrays his siblings.
[This is not that story]
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Edmund takes a different route into the White Witch's castle.
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Relationship: Fiddleford H. McGucket/Stan Pines
Characters: Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket
Additional Tags: Dubcon Kissing,Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism,Stan Pines Needs A Hug,Memory Alteration,Angst and Hurt/Comfort,Sad Ending,Fiddleford H. McGucket Needs a Hug,Bisexual Fiddleford H. McGucket,Divorced Fiddleford H. McGucket,Bisexual Stan Pines,no beta we die like wax stan,drunk x sober,Self-Worth Issues,Shame,Light Smut,Groping,Mild Hurt/Comfort,Morning After Regret,Memory Erasure,light fluff,Past Sexual Abuse,Mullet Stan | Early 1980s Era Stan Pines,POV Stan Pines,stan is such a wet noodle,Song: Wish You Were Sober (Conan Gray),Explicit Language,Post-Canon,Post-Gravity Falls,Post-Portal Incident (Gravity Falls),Flashbacks,Sea Grunkles | Ford Pines and Stan Pines Traveling at Sea on the Stan o' War II,Sea Grunks
Language:English
Published:2025-07-20
Words:1,953 Chapters:1/1
real sweet, but i wish you were sober
oddpossumcreature
Summary:
After getting his memory erased to save the town from Bill, Stan quickly regained most of his memories. The odd thing was, that he had begun remembering things that he was sure had not been there before. Memories of people and places that didn't quite fit in with the rest, like a puzzle with extra pieces.
So far he had remembered that after Ford went into the portal, Fiddleford had made a return to the shack. After explaining the situation, Stan and Fiddleford had begun working together to bring Ford back for several years. Eventually, Fiddleford disappeared leaving Stan with no recollection of ever meeting him.
One day, Stan came back to the shack after some stealing some preparations for the twins' return and smiled to see Ford pacing the living room, passionately ranting about something to Fiddleford who sat amused on the sofa.
As Stan stepped into the room and dropped the goods by the door, Fiddleford turned his attention to him.
"Heya, Stanley." Then-
Stan recalls a night with Fiddleford for the first time
Notes:
Helloooo :>
This is the first fic I've EVER written+finished+published so it might suck but eet eez what eet eez
I wrote this a couple months ago and just edited it and proofread it to my liking so yeahhhh :3
Read the tags, if it contains something I forgot please lmk, and remember you can click away if it isn't for you :]]]]
(title is from wish you were sober by conan gray)
