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im never fucking writing this late again. im never writing a fight scene ever in my life. partystar may be an incredibly skilled fighter and ulfric may have learnt from him but you will see NONE of that here...tho i can explain i guess its p obvious he wasnt thinking straight.

TW: there is actually a lot of gore and graphic description in this. ths is on a diff. level to what ive done previously.

something something words, something pages
'When Bae Leaves'

Ulfric rattled the door open, surveying the room from the inside.

Now was his chance to strike. Kurai had mentioned he was finished with the spear, and just as the Wolf had predicted, he was going to keep it in his house for safekeeping.

The spear itself was propped at the other side of the room, stood in the middle of all the papers and parts and odds and ends. Kurai called it his ‘collection’, because he would probably need all of it or some of it someday.

Ulfric called it a mess that helped his hypervigilance, but he wasn’t going to say that to his face.

The Wolf stalked through the room, stopping in the centre and watching the angel dozing by the spear. His wings were spread out around him, black and white bars visible on the neat arrays of feathers. As the angel dreamt, they twitched and moved occasionally, and the Wolf found himself simply watching him for a while. He wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, so he was safe.
If the large angel was meant to be guarding the spear, he was making a terrible job of it.

Ulfric tiptoed around the splayed feathers, lightly picking the spear up and marvelling at its beauty. It was light, hardly heavier than a hockey stick, and surprisingly short. The tip was electric blue, the rest dark grey with ruby red covering the butt of the shaft. It pulsed in his hand, like it was fighting against his grip.

He had studied about the spear before touching it. It only responded correctly to a human holding it, and responding correctly would be a soft, but constant vibration. It would apparently glow in the wielder’s hand, bathing them in gold light. At this stage, it would have a 0.00000001% chance of misfiring, should it be charged with an angel’s power.

An angel could not hope to hold the spear, the same for those the spear had not ‘chosen.’ No demon had ever tried to touch it, but it was estimated that the chances of it misfiring would leap up to around 25%.

For Ulfric, this was a risk he was willing to take. One of the other top demons could take over his work if he was killed, since Ragnar would be killed as well. Any angel within a given radius of the misfire would also be killed. There was no information on whether that included demons too.

Slowly, the demon wandered out of the house once again, shutting the door softly behind him.
The guard did not stir.

With a smile, he turned the spear over in his hands, testing the weight and feel of it properly. He had no idea how to use it, but he guessed that with its small size, it wouldn’t be too difficult to make use of.

He had chosen today for a reason. Some reports had come in that Ragnar was in the area, lingering around the city and getting a taste for human life. Some demons had seen him bowling, or inspecting a shopping mall, or hanging around tourists to get a free tour of the city. Others said he was following demons. Never killing them or harming them, but watching them and following their trail.
Ulfric made his way into the centre of the city, through the winding paths and roads, until he came to an alleyway. The grey evening light was the only thing that lit the alley, the buldings either side abandoned. A single harsh green neon sign illuminated the end of the alley, and the demon felt refreshed by this.

This was practically his natural habitat. The streets were his true home.

In the centre of the path, was Ragnar. Waiting for him.

The demon strode confidently into the alley, twirling the spear in his hand.

The Wolf stood opposite the Bluejay, and for a time the two stared at each other. They needed no conversation; they both knew why they were there.

Ulfric knew his opponent. 6’5”, unbearably strong, ruthless in his attacks, never willing to back down until he had decided he had done enough. He knew this because other demons said so. The ones that had come crawling back had told him so. Although there were no obvious vulnerabilities in the armour the angel wore, the Wolf was sure there had to be something. Everything had a weakness and everything could be exploited.

The spear pulsed and hummed in his hand, and he repressed a shudder. It was rejecting him, but he had to continue. He wasn’t planning to fire the spear, so it should accept him for enough time that he could attack Ragnar and still survive.

More so, he could kill him and live to tell the tale.

The angel rolled his neck, a loud click almost echoing off the brick walls.
“I do not fear you, Wolf. For now, you may humour me, but I assure you that I will be the winner of this battle.”

Ulfric snarled at the older man, suddenly overcome by bloodlust and rage. He had never lost a fight in his life, and he wasn’t about to start now.

He gripped the spear tighter, raising it into a defensive position across his body. He knew that this could be a mistake. Immediately, he could feel his own weaknesses and vulnerabilities displayed like beacons, inviting the god to take advantage of him. The spear seemed as if it was trying to pull itself away from the demon’s hands, like it sensed something that he could not.

That wasn’t going to happen. He would win this.

With a vicious roar, the Wolf pounced. Aiming the spear at a gap in the blood red armour, he thrust forward, staggering as the angel simply stepped back and the head sailed past him. The demon turned the spear backwards, now swiping the butt at the angel.

At once he felt the spear meet its target, and Ragnar took a step backwards from the force. Ulfric closed in on the angel, twisting the spear in all directions and tearing the angel to shreds. Blood stained his hands and the stench of iron filled the air. The blue tip of the pole dripped and showered blood whenever it moved. Still it resisted the demon, yet he could barely feel it now. The weapon had succumbed to his will.

Ragnar cried out in pain, and the demon became more confident as he opened up the old scar crossing the god’s face. Blood poured from the old wound and obscured the old angel’s features.

He raised the spear above his head and felt it begin to vibrate as lighting crackled across the tip. He had done the impossible. It had accepted him. He was going to be able to use the weapon as he wished!

The Keeper of Souls had been defeated, fallen to his knees before him.

Once he was dead, all the Wolf had to do was find the Watcher of Stars, then work down. No angel would escape him. They could fly away and try to assault him, but as long as the spear was always with him, he was invincible.
Only when he sailed across the alley and smacked his head hard into the wall did he realize he left himself open to attack, and the angel had taken his chance.

The Wolf saw Ragnar blink innocently at him as they dragged themselves up from the dirt, one wiping the blood falling down his face on the back of a metal gauntlet, the other brushing the dust and grit from his clothes.

“I think we can agree that we are both holding back here for our own safety. If you leave now, I will not harm you further.” The angel offered, walking closer to the demon. He had just endured a brutal attack, but he did not show any signs of weakness.

Everything could be exploited. Everyone had something to take advantage of.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve wanted this for too long.” The younger man growled, now able to feel his right eye burning orange. He could feel the heat spreading through him, swallowing him like a wave. He would have his victory.

The Bluejay sighed as he ran a hand through his thick silver hair, streaking it with rust.

The Wolf continued to growl, now summoning the energy of the void in his left hand. While it wouldn’t stun the god, it would give the Wolf enough time to strike again or suddenly change tactics.

“If you lose, demon, I will not hesitate to kill you.” He warned, still keeping his calm exterior.

And then he struck out.

Ulfric barely had time to react and push the angel’s gauntlet away, though it did not fool the Soulholder. He stepped to the side and slammed the Wolf into the bricks again, swiping at his face and ripping his coat to shreds within seconds.

This was not going as he had planned, but Ulfric could live with that. All he had to do was adapt.

He pulled the spear close into him and punched the angel in the face, sending out a cluster of stars to blind his attacker. While the angel paused for a second, the Wolf found his opportunity and slammed the point of the spear through the Bluejay’s throat, relishing the feeling of the muscle and cartilage collapsing.

Ragnar choked, spraying the Wolf with hot blood, but he did not stop. And did not flinch.

Ulfric could only watch in fascinated terror as something seemed to change in the god and as time seemed to slow down. Pure rage enveloped him as the god took the spear and stabbed it back into his face.

He twisted to the side and felt the wall collapse behind him, seeing when he turned slightly that the god had destroyed the wall with the force of the impact.

Doubt crossed the Wolf’s mind as he slipped out from the trap and slid under the angel, back into the alleyway, replaced in seconds with a primal bloodlust. He leapt at Ragnar, casting the spear aside and choosing now to keep both hands free. He slung a burst of energy at the Bluejay that was easily avoided, yet it did not deter him.

He jumped forward and threw a punch, and felt the harsh talons grab his arm and fling him into the concrete. The Wolf curled in on himself, softening the blow a little, but Ragnar retaliated with a swift blow to his face.

Ulfric reeled and snapped at his fist, then stopped as the Keeper dropped to one knee and the Wolf saw his arm slammed against his leg. The pain tore him out of his battle fury.

Only then did he realize he was in way over his head.

He cried out in pain as the dark claws bit into his arm, and his breathing quickened in panic as he felt the muscles start to spread apart when the Bluejay slowly opened his hand. Blood seeped through the punctures, dribbling down his arm, soaking what remained of his shirt.

In a frenzy, the Wolf grabbed the angel’s wrist and pulled, shocked as the angel flew over his head and landed in the trash bags to his side.

Ulfric scrabbled up, his arm screaming and protesting while he left bloody handprints on the ground. He had to escape. Ragnar was going to kill him. This was too much.

Within seconds the angel was back on top of him once again, and the Wolf fired a ball of void energy at the angel. It dug into his wounds and buried itself in his veins, and the angel hissed and shook, clearly in agony but never relenting.

As the demon tried to backpedal away, he froze in horror when he processed that the ruby red talons were locked on to his other arm. They slid down to his wrist and gouged out the tendons as the angel stepped to the demon’s side, twisting the arm round in one swift movement.
Pain shot up his limb, and now the Wolf was left weakened, two broken arms.

He turned and ran, pushing through the pain as he skidded out of the alley. He had to get out. He had made a mistake. He had to get to a hospital before Ragnar found him.

Too late did he see the steps leading to his freedom. He tripped and fell, now screaming in pain as he felt a tooth crack on the concrete.

This was too much. He was going to die after four years of being at the top of the hierarchy. The youngest ever demon to reach the top and the shortest amount of time spent there in all of known history.

He lay there, breathing hard before the Bluejay lifted him up by his collar like helpless prey. The Wolf could not meet his eyes in defiance. Though the burning energy still surged through him, he could not harness it. It would not allow him, as if telling him to stop.
The hot tip of the spear plunged into Ulfric’s stomach, and he could not find the energy to cry out in pain.

“You are lucky I have chosen to spare you, boy.” Ragnar threatened, leaving the spear to rest.
“If you were any other demon, I would have flensed you apart, molecule by molecule.”

“Why did you let me live…?” the Wolf whispered, shaking from exhaustion. He was close enough to death already, why not kick him to the side and leave him to die? Every other angel would do that, why was the Keeper any different? What was so special about him?
Ragnar remained silent, and Ulfric winced as the angel teleported to somewhere.

All he could do was swing on the spear and bleed, watch as the road turned to path and the path turned to the exterior of a house; strain to listen for the answer to his question.

With a start, he saw that he recognized the house.

Ragnar had gone to Kurai. He must have known that he was the one who owned the spear.

He was going to kill his friend over something he started.

Desperation filled the demon as he locked eyes with Ragnar, pleading with him to not do this. He was the one who deserved punishment, he started the fight, he had to finish it and nobody else would have to pay for it. He thought the Bluejay was more logical and level headed than this, not willing to throw himself headfirst into conflict.

However, the demon reminded himself, he had just survived was essentially a botched assassination attempt.

The Bluejay stared hard back at the demon, rejecting his offer.

He took a firmer hold of the spear and threw the Wolf through the door, shattering it to splinters. He crumpled on the floor, bleeding and shuddering as the spear stuck him to the ground.

Blearily, he glanced around the familiar room. He met eyes with no one, but saw their confused and terrified expressions as Ragnar stomped in after the demon, screaming and demanding an answer.

In response, an angel, no older than ten, tottered over to Ragnar and began to chew on his armour. Somehow, the demon managed a giggle at this. Maybe that would distract him a little.

The group shared a few words, and then the Wolf observed as the Bluejay now began his attack on Kurai.

He didn’t deserve this. This was not his fault.

The Wolf tried to pull the spear out of his back, weakly grasping at the shaft, slick with blood, hissing in pain when his shattered arms refused to work.

He couldn’t grab it. Ragnar was going to kill everyone in this room, and he had the power to stop it, but he was just too weak.
He dropped completely to the floor, giving up the futile battle.

The Wolf looked up at the person closest to him, feeling his heart sink as he saw it was another angel.

As they met each other’s gaze, hope rose up within him. He looked hopelessly at her, and the angel nodded.

The Messenger of Life understood what he wanted.

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i found partystar and assortedstar in a picture

also, creator of light and ulfric have a sudden turn of events
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCqW0NZCwUM

in which cas is trying to have a serious conversation with someone but his new adopted son keeps interrupting him

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubgFpaiaULo

this was a perfect vision in my head and then i puked it out into word and it was a hot mess.
or cold.

to truly accidentally write someone's fetish, you must embrace the fact that it is a fetish.
this isnt my finest work. its better than it was yesterday/early this morning but it still aint the best but hey i did add in a little tiny bit more description and completely reworked a section

for reference
yami = human assortedstar
anna = hersheytail
kurai = partystar

3950 words, 10 pages
'Torture/Horrible People'

Kurai stood in front of Cas, arms folded in impatience. He tapped the knife blade against the rock the angel was trapped against and waited. The sound echoed in the icy water.

The rock itself was scarcely higher than their heads, but it did the job it needed.

“We’ve had this conversation before. That boulder can be pushed around like it’s nothing if you really wanted to try. There’s not that much pressure down here.”

Cas cast him a disapproving glare, scowling.

“I’m impressed at how long you’ve lasted this time. One minute and fifteen seconds. Almost a personal record. You’ll be a professional freediver in no time.” He commented, pushing the rock further against the angel.

The angel sighed angrily and Kurai clapped his hand against him.
“What’s the point of this? Is this your fetish or something?”

“No, but you do drown nicely. I told you why I’m doing this twenty minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t listening and I don’t care.”

“The more you co-operate the faster this’ll be over. I need answers.”

Cas looked off into the distance, staring at a group of penguins hungrily.
“I’m not giving them to you.”

Kurai took a step away from the angel and folded his arms again.
“Why did you kill Assortedstar?”

The Vulture glanced back at him and did nothing except from turn back to the penguins.

“What did you think you would achieve by doing any of what you did?”

He waited ten seconds and stepped forward. If he kept varying the amount of time he left Cas and became unpredictable, then he would be able to pry the information he wanted from him faster.

“You know why.”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“You of all people would know my reasons for what I do and have done. We think the same way, we do the same things. You and I are the same!” Cas hissed.

“I am nothing like you.”

The angel blinked at him in disbelief and stared for a long while, gold eyes boring holes into him.
“Can you really believe that when you’re the one trying to drown me?”

He chose not to answer his statement.
He was not like him.
He was trying to get at him again, break him down, and he was not going to allow him that satisfaction.

“Do you really think that we aren’t the same when we’ve both killed and tortured others? You and I want the same things, and if you would let me in then I could help you. We could get what we want!”

Kurai lifted his hand away from the angel’s shoulder and turned away.
“Stop talking. I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you whine about what ‘we’ could’ve gotten. I don’t want what you want, either.”

He counted fifteen seconds, staring off into the distance at the ice floes breaking apart to float away, and then turned.
“Why else would we be the same?”

The Vulture gasped and shuddered, writhing under the boulder.
“Has anyone told you how painful this is? I didn’t think breathing water would sting like this…”

Of course it was painful. People and angels aren’t meant to breathe water. Yami had always described it as feeling as if the back of the throat was being torn out, clawed by some invisible creature. If it was pleasant, then he would be wasting his time.

“I’ll ask again. Why else would we be the same?” Kurai pressed, his voice hardening.

“We’re the same fucking species!”

The hand lifted again, and now he waited for twenty seconds.

“That’s bullshit. Ragnar’s said over and over that I’m nothing.” he argued before leaning back on to the angel.

“You and I both know that’s a lie.” Cas muttered, lowering his head on to the rock.
“I knew that you knew what I was saying in Enochian. You never let on, did you?”

Kurai hesitated. This time, the Vulture was telling the truth. Too many times before now he had almost translated what he said, only to be saved by the Eagle. He never caught on, thankfully.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does. You wait, your wings will grow out, and then you’ll see.”

He turned away again, and this time let the angel drown.

He had to be lying. There was no way he could be an angel. Ragnar denied it every time he asked. He said it would be too much for one person to bear. Ragnar did not lie.

Two minutes passed, and he swivelled back to Cas, but did not move towards him.
“How would you be able to tell? And of all people to trust on something like that, you aren’t one of them.”

Cas shrugged in response. His eyes shone like torches in the blue water, and when he turned to face Kurai he was forced to look away.

“Do you even know what I’m meant to be?” he asked, shielding his eyes from the angel’s burning gaze.

Cas shrugged again.

Kurai sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, resting his hand on the angel once more.
“This is your last chance. Why did you plan to kill everyone?”

“I don’t care why I did it! Sometimes you need to kill something or someone!” Cas snapped, his voice rising in anger.
“If I could get at you I would rip you apart and reverse our roles. I’m sure you’d love it, being trapped down here, freezing to death, while the only person who could choose to help you sits idly by and watches!”

Kurai simply nodded in reply, running his hands through his hair.
“Okay, we can do this the hard way, then.”

He pushed the boulder away from the man, and instantly Cas lunged at him, groping for a weapon.

Kurai twisted and kicked him aside, pulling both coats tighter around him. If Cas wanted to be difficult, then he would be too. There was any number of ways to torture him at his disposal; all he had to do was pick the one that would wear him down the fastest.

He grabbed the Vulture’s collar as he lunged again and teleported to the surface, flinging him down on to the ice.

He watched impassively as he coughed and sputtered, curling into a ball as the water streamed from him. He hoped the difference in pressure would add to the pain.

The moon hung above them, leaving enough light to shine through the thick ice. The stars twinkled gently, and Kurai found himself picking out constellations while he waited for Cas to compose himself.

Being kind and gentle to him was not going to work. The only way to get to him was through force and time. He wasn’t going to hurt him, couldn’t hurt him for fear of what he would do in return, but he was going to make him suffer. And the only way that could be done was through drowning him repeatedly, which in turn could only be done if he took the wristbands off.

Slowly, the angel uncurled himself and looked at Partystar, breathing hard.
“Are you done?”

“No.” he replied steadily, removing each wristband and placing them in a back pocket. This would be a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.

“Then what are you doing? Hoping I’ll freeze to death? Are we stargazing now?”

Kurai picked him up again and dragged him back to the hole, yanking Cas’s collar around as he struggled and tried to back away.

If this didn’t work, then nothing would.

He slung Cas into the dark water, allowing himself to fall in after him. He teleported them down and pushed Cas against the slab, leaning one hand against his shoulder as to pin him there. He didn’t need to do anything else, without his wings the angel had none of his former strength, likely not even enough to shake him off.

The taller man snorted, mocking him, but he was clearly uncomfortable. He snaked a hand around him and appeared to be searching for something in the dim water.

Kurai rolled his eyes as the angel took hold of his second jacket. Obviously he thought they were on an equal level.

‘do it’ he glared, watching as the angel tightened his grip on the coat.
‘you won’t be alive long enough to drown me’

Cas smiled sweetly at him, pretending not to understand his look.

The odds were clearly stacked against him. Kurai had already timed how long it took the angel before he drowned; roughly a minute and a half. He could die twice in the time it would take for himself to even potentially be in any danger at all.

Seconds passed, and he looked back again as he felt his coat begin to slide from his arm. He lifted his hand away and the angel ripped the coat from him, bundling it up into his arms.

Kurai narrowed his eyes at Cas. What was he trying to do? He wasn’t going to achieve anything by taking his coat; he would just weigh himself down if he tried to escape. Perhaps that was the point, even though he wasn’t going anywhere while pinned to the rock.

His eyes drifted down his arm, where he could now see he was frantically searching for a weapon, turning every pocket inside out and tearing the zips open, ripping most of them clean in two.
He shook his head at the angel and opened one side of the first jacket, revealing all the knives and a gun.

Cas dropped the coat in disgust, and Kurai left it to sink between them. He could pick it up later.

The man kept his eyes locked on the angel, waiting.

Everyone had some movement they did when they began to get uncomfortable. For most people, it’s a head movement, or brushing hair out of their face when there’s none in the way. Others might shuffle or roll a shoulder. He’d seen it thousands of times before and hoped that Cas didn’t know this as well. By that point, the person had about fifteen seconds before they began to involuntarily breathe out, which would then lead to them drowning as they fought not to breathe.

Cas was no different. He was one of the head movers, a slight turn to one side. Seconds later, bubbles escaped from his nose, and still Kurai watched him like a hawk.

He pressed harder against the angel’s shoulder as he began to thrash, desperately trying to break away to the surface. There was no point in trying, it would take him a further fifteen seconds to get there, and within the next couple of seconds he would black out. This too, was involuntary.

This was not the first person he had drowned, certainly not the first intentional one.

When Cas fell limp, Kurai gathered him up and teleported to the surface, wincing in discomfort as his ears popped. He heaved the taller man on to the ice again, hauling himself out afterwards and shaking his remaining coat out.

He shivered as he looked down at the angel, who bucked back into life, coughing out water and blood, heaving in air and shaking as he tried to stand. He looked pathetic, shivering violently as he forced himself to his feet, staring down at him.

“This won’t work.” The angel murmured, squaring his shoulders as if his shadowy wings still remained.
“You can’t torture me. You know this. Why don’t you stop now, and we can talk about this like adults?”

Wordlessly, he took hold of the angel and threw him back into the hole, pushing down as he followed.

Cas fought and tried to push Kurai further, blindly scrabbling for the surface. He seized the Vulture again and teleported him back to the boulder, and waited to sink back to him.

The water faded to deep blue as he sank, though it remained clear. Cas was staring up at him like a lost, angry child who hadn’t gotten his way.

When he reached the bottom, he pushed his hand against the angel once more, but chose to look away. There was no need to watch now he could predict what he would do to break free.

He felt movement as Cas shot his hand out and started to investigate his coat pockets.

The angel rummaged for a few moments and he looked back in time to see the angel’s eyes lighting up as he produced his phone. He flipped it around in his hand as he unlocked it, and Kurai craned his neck in an attempt to see what he was doing.

He held the phone up between them, and then he finally understood.

He was taking a selfie.

Kurai almost laughed as Cas held up a peace sign and took the picture, quickly pulling it back and typing a caption, dropping the phone on top of the coat as he began to struggle once more.

He leant down and picked up the phone, and couldn’t help but smile at the picture. He had put a pale sepia filter on it, then underneath written ‘chillin with my bestie <3 <3 xoxo’. He would have to show everyone the picture later.

Hours passed in a similar way. Every five minutes, Kurai chucked him back on to the surface, no matter what condition Cas was in.
On the third round, his eardrum burst, and the Vulture cackled gleefully while he watched him stumble and trip back into the hole, hurling insults and false sympathies.

Each time Cas came back to life, he either drowned again or went through his pockets, or simply waited until he had the chance to do one of either.

On the sixth round, he found a receipt for a TV. On the seventh a small red screwdriver. The fifteenth a piece of string, which he happily wiggled around in the freezing water.

By the thirtieth time down, Kurai found himself becoming as weak and as dizzy as Cas. The cold bit at him and threatened to freeze him solid, but he couldn’t show any more weakness in front of him. Each time he had to return to the ice he had to wait longer to recover, giving Cas ample opportunity to poke, though each time it was done with less and less enthusiasm.

He felt the Vulture go rustling through his pockets again, but didn’t look. He had slowly emptied out the entire contents of all of his pockets and left everything in a dense pile between them, some of it floating around them. Eventually there would be nothing left to do aside from stare at each other in a battle of wills.

He looked up at the thick sheet of ice above them, searching for something else to count to take his mind off of both Cas and the burning pain in his lungs. He had already counted the individual sheets of ice and how they fit together, already made note of how much ice broke away every few minutes and each penguin that shuttled by. Nobody was awake to talk to, and nobody could know what he was doing, leaving the phone as a useless weight.

Torture was long, boring work.

Suddenly, he noticed something crawling slowly up his shoulder. The feeling stopped, and then inched forward, working its way into his collar. He whipped his head around to look at Cas, and screamed when the angel shoved the toy spider he found in his face.

The angel laughed as he staggered away, reeling as he fought the urge to breathe. Instinctively he reached around to grab his wristbands, and he sensed his heart almost stop when he realized that Cas had taken them.

He snapped his gaze back to the taller man, who was resting the spider in a small nest in the black coat. He patted it gently into place and wrapped one sleeve around it, as careful as if it were a precious artefact.

The Vulture eyed Kurai like prey when he had perfected the spider’s bed.
“Are you looking for something? Oh, I’m sorry; I thought you didn’t need them anymore.” He teased, dangling one of the wristbands just out of reach when he hopped on top of the boulder.
“Humour me for once and die. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

Cas had taken advantage of him and tipped him over the razor’s edge.

He leapt at Cas and slammed him down on the sand, stunning him and forcing the wristbands off. He shoved the boulder over the angel, forcing him to look up at him.

“I have been very patient with you, Cas,” Kurai snarled, taking his switchblade out of the side of his coat and twirling it around in the angel’s face as he crouched down.
“Very patient. We’ve done this for four hours.”

“I wasn’t aware you started.” He replied, bubbles streaming from his mouth.

Again, he turned away and waited for the angel to drown, steaming in anger. He let himself be toyed with, and he had almost paid the price for it. Cas had never taken this seriously at all, he was waiting for him to give up. He wanted him to get angry and to harm him so he could loop back to talking about how they thought the same way.

It had worked.

He swung around to Cas after a minute, then rested his hand on him once again.
“You could’ve made this so much easier for yourself, now you’re just going to suffer.”

“Oh, I’m so scared! Please, somebody, help me!” Cas taunted, locking eyes with him.
“Get a grip. You act exactly like a child that’s gotten too into their pretend games, to the point where you actually think you’re threatening. Your entire family has! Your brother is a professional cat roleplayer, your girlfriend is a coward who swears every other word, those other angels you hang around with are pathetic in their own ways, and there there’s you. What are you?”

Kurai snarled in contempt, standing up and stepping back to watch him die again.

“I asked you a question! What. Are. You?!” the Vulture shouted, writhing as if to break free from the trap.

He stabbed through the angel’s chest, twisting the blade around when it hit bone. He convulsed and shook, then fell still. Blood wisped up, turned deep blue by the milky light, and the man watched it wander up towards the surface, trapped beneath the ice as a dark puddle.

Cas jerked to life minutes later, and looked back up at Kurai.
“You never answered me.”

“I don’t have to.”

“You will.”

“I will not.”
The knife plunged down, cutting a deep V into the angel’s chest.

“Tell me why you tried to kill us all.” Kurai ordered in a low voice, raising the knife again as if to strike.

“I don’t have to answer you.” Cas mimicked, this time bracing himself for an attack.

“And why did you kill me? What are you gonna get from doing that?”

“Well for one I get you to shut up.”

He stood up again and waited while the angel died. Getting an answer from him felt like pulling teeth.

With a start, Kurai realized that Cas was at his mercy. He could do anything, and the angel was too weak to do anything in retaliation. Including pulling his teeth out for every difficult answer he gave.

He sat down next to the Vulture and waited until he came back to life, then pushed his head to one side.

“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Cas questioned, genuine confusion showing in his eyes.

Kurai remained silent as he pulled his mouth open, propping the tip of the blade against his gums.
“For every wrong or difficult answer you give me, I take a tooth. When they’re all out, I put them back, and I’m sure I told you the story of how I tried to do my own dental work and how well that went.”

The angel laughed, glaring a challenge at him.

“What was the point to trying to kill us all?”

“Does it matter? You’re all still livi-“
He broke off, screaming in pain as the knife dug into his gums and started to chisel away, sawing at the nerve and tissue. Blood poured from the wound, and the Vulture thrashed as the saltwater dug into the hole when he yanked the tooth out.

“Answer me, Castiel.”

Cas shut his eyes, cringing from the pain.
“You all pissed me off! I couldn’t do anything, trapped in that box!”

“Then why did you let yourself be caught? Why would you plot for WEEKS to kill myself and Anna, then outright DENY you had anything to do with it?”

“Says the one who called me a failure of a Guardian!”

The Vulture shrieked in pain as another tooth was pulled free, and Kurai took his hand away as the angel breathed in, watching blankly as he choked and struggled.

Yami was the one who taught him how to do this. Usually it took around five teeth before the victim gave up, one or none if they were scared enough. He found it amazing how little force it took, even more so how much it affected Cas.

When Cas returned, he stabbed the knife in the sand beside him and he flinched, staring blindly up at him with terrified eyes.

“And what was the meaning of taking my girlfriend and brother and forcing them to torture me for weeks?”

Kurai narrowed his eyes as the angel froze, searching for an answer. He picked the knife up again, and he whimpered in fright.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The blade dug into the nerve again, this time taking out a row of teeth. And this time, Cas fainted from the shock.

He shook him awake and waved the fog of blood away, squinting through the thick haze.
“How can you not remember? When you took me away and got Anna to build up towards the torture, when you went on that road trip and then sauntered back in with her hanging off your arm, when I TORE YOU APART?”

“I don’t know! I know it happened but I don’t know why!”

“…I see. I take out six teeth, stab you once, cut you once, and suddenly you change your tune.”

“Kurai, please, I really don’t know why I did it. You have to trust me-“

Once more, the hand raised, and Kurai examined Cas carefully as he squirmed.
Both eyes had changed from black and gold to a more normal white, with a dull gold iris.

Assortedstar said before now that Cas changed his eyes at will to present himself as trustworthy. This wouldn’t be any different. This was a trick.

He leant back on the angel when he woke up.
“I know you change your eyes to get what you want. It won’t work.”

Cas stared at him, eyes wide in fright and confusion, shaking in horror.
“What are you talking about? My eyes don’t change unless I reverse my powers?”

“Then why are you healing yourself? Do I need to open those wounds again?” he purred, tracing the knife across the V cut.

“…I’m not? Uhh, anyway, I can’t tell you anything, I don’t know why I did any of what I did, I just know that it all happened!” he answered, a pleading edge in his voice.

He took a firmer hold on the knife, and the angel attempted to bury himself in the sand.
“I’m telling the truth! I swe-“

“I don’t care what you’re doing. You deserve this.”

I WAS LIKE 'ALL I NEED IS A PAGE' FOR THIS
NOPE.

i have to keep this consistently updated here now because i dont have enough space on the memory stick i use to backup my laptop. and guess what!!! that laptop is on the blink!!!

anyway,
hmu because a lot of these will probably need some further explanation.

(updated 11/12/15)

name conversion list
assortedstar = yami
partystar = kurai
anna = hersheytail
VA! = vulture angel = gold eyed Cas (i wouldve used this to refer to bad cas but considering i used the Vulture and angel multiple times then there wouldnt really be a clear distinction)
miku = creator of light/the Eagle
chi = cas's bro, patystar's bestie
tabitha = how Accidental Polygamy happened
seishin = partystar's apprentice kid
atris = a baby kyurem that partystar accidentally acquired a while back
swipey = partystar's bisharp that he's owned for like 25 years now
i think thats everyone hmu if it isnt

Notable Notes for the Absolute Clusterfuck of a Story
• As of ‘Torture’, normal Cas has a debilitating fear of water, particularly the ocean. This fear does include water coolers.
• Kurai learnt the majority of his ‘skills’ from watching and helping Yami.
• Kurai can understand Enochian, but not speak it, on account of his own research and getting Miku to do the transfer thing.
• Assortedstar’s kits were born on February 26th and will become apprentices on August 26th.
• Cas's birthday is on July 16th, but he's lost track of how old he is and will pin himself anywhere from 30 to 45. He'll never say the same age twice. His old gym membership he got somehow says 31, though it should be considered that it’s over two years old as of 2015.
• Assortedstar uses the traditional naming method whenever he can.
• VA!Cas literally does not fear anything. He isn’t exaggerating or trying to be edgy. If he could take control of whether he’s normal or VA!, it is safe to assume that he might be able to deal with his fear of water.
• Assortedstar, despite being an atheist, has a deep connection with the Ancestors and will go to speak with them on a weekly basis.
• Assortedstar is also asexual and aromatic. Burnedheart knows this and doesn’t mind as they have their own deep relationship. Yami is only POSSIBLY aromantic.
• Cas and Blaidd have since parted ways when Cas realized that he couldn’t possibly sink to the levels that he did as VA!. Blaidd, being an angsty confused teenager, was not best pleased but grudgingly accepted it.
• Ulfric met Kurai at the tender age of 15, making deanie weenie about 22. They were 18 and 25 respectively when they went separate ways. Ulfric, as of 2015, is 21. His birthday is January 2nd.
• There is a deliberate parallel between Ragnar and Ulfric and Cas and Kurai. In the same vein, the parallels in appearance are deliberate for Ulfric and Kurai since he had such an influence on him. The same goes for parallels in wordings and description.
• Yes, it is a thing that Kurai carries a backup gun for his backup gun for his backup gun for his gun. Oddly, all of his weapons are carried on the left side of his first coat, which he doesn’t realize makes no sense with him being a leftie.
• If he ever takes that coat off, he always has a knife on him or within reach. ALWAYS.
• Cas has taken this to a less extreme level. He always has an angel blade that he hides up his right sleeve, and a pistol. The gun he carries is for in case Kurai or someone equally as volatile needs to be dealt with quickly.
• Cas still doesn’t like Kurai, but he has a healthy respect of him after he had a demonstration of what he was capable of in ‘Torture’.
• Cas and Ulfric work perfectly well together. They make a very good team. VA!Cas and Ulfric do not mesh at all.
• Normal Cas does not know the reason why VA! Him did any of what he did and will never know. VA!Cas won’t tell anyone why.
• Yes, the role reversal line was foreshadowing. The first chance VA!Cas gets, he will do the same as Kurai did to him. This may not be detailed in a story, if only for the sake of repetition and because of how slow it would be. Should it happen, it will only be mentioned in RP and will not be acted out. This is very likely to be what future!Kurai mentioned years ago.
• Assortedstar has had nightmares over seeing his squad dead in that story where Cas went all out, and briefly had an addiction to sprinkles because of how good a sedative they were to put him out of his fucking mind. He hasn’t had them since.
• In fact, Assortedstar/Yami does have a tendency towards nightmares. It isn’t PTSD, it’s likely to just be how he processes everything that goes on around him.
• On appearance, Assortedstar has a pretty and rounded looking face while still maintaining the look of that cool cat I have on my phone. Much floof. So smoll.
• If you forget this, Assortedstar loves being pet behind his ears. It will send him to sleep within minutes.
• The reason Assortedstar left his human life behind was to put his past behind him and start a family where nothing could ever go wrong and nobody could ever be hurt.
• In much the same way, the reason Kurai is passively suicidal is due to the stress of being around the Clan and the stress from his PTSD. He will never act on it intentionally, meaning his reckless nature is not caused by the ideation.
• He also isn’t lying when he’s mentioned that ‘nothing works’ in regard to stopping the nightmares etc. He has quite literally tried everything that doctors/psychologists/counsellors recommend or have been willing to try. He tried a Munna eating his dreams and in the end the Munna had to be put down because it was so traumatised. The reason he doesn’t let Anna block the memories or altogether erase them is because everyone including himself agrees that he’d literally do the exact same things again.
• Speaking of reckless behaviour, the way he dealt with Cas those thirty times has very likely caused some kind of health issue. Or several, since he didn't double the recover time aside from maybe the last five-ten tries. Rest in fucking pieces, bro.
• Swipey has very low key become almost like…I think they’re called therapy animals I don’t remember. She may be sharp and pointy but she is independent, loving and intelligent. Despite this, she still prefers to battle and defend things, as a wild Bisharp would. (that’s my headcanon tho don’t h8 m8)
• The thing in the abyss was not what prompted ‘Torture’ to happen. It happened before that and roughly two hours before Anna found Blaidd. Cas, knowing how people die, saw that it would happen, which is how he knew he was an angel.
• Cas has retained the ability to bring himself back to life. It takes about two minutes for him to come back.
• Yami has retained some of the power he got from Cas, meaning that he is vulnerable to mind control but has Angel Benefits of very minor telekinesis and increased resistance to everything. Otherwise, it is able to be channelled into the spear, so it may be some kind of angelic ‘grace’. (thanks spn for great names)
• In a hierarchy of how powerful each person is, Kurai and Ulfric are near the bottom, Cas is three quarters of the way to the top and Ragnar is at the top. (the only reason kurai is so low down is because his power is not natural)
• Orangekit will grow up to be a skilled fighter; Colakit will grow up to be like Brackenfur.
• Assortedstar has completely accepted that Orangekit has taken after Kurai, as much as it unnerves him.
• When Assortedstar dies, his ‘soul’ will also split in two and his cat form will join the Ancestors while the other half goes to Yami. He and Partystar will become hunting partners in the same way he and Burnedheart have. (no that isn’t a euphemism for mates)
• The reason Kurai’s skill in fighting has dropped is because, when a soul splits the characteristics of the person get split in half. Partystar got the fighting and the nice, adventurous nature and everything good, while Kurai got almost every bad part. When Assortedstar dies, Yami will get his trusting nature, how gullible he is and his fatherly instinct will only get stronger. In return, Yami will give Assortedstar some of his more aggressive side, but not enough so that it’s practically missing like certain aspects of Kurai’s personality. This point makes no sense I’m so sorry I can’t express it any better.
• Assortedstar will not lose all of his lives and I will not write the day he does because I am a weenie who will cry my fucking eyes out if I did.
• By this logic, Assortedstar will live easily to be around 15 years old. As of 2015 he has 12-13 years left.
• He will lose one life to an eagle attack. This will be interpreted to be an omen and he will panic, thinking it relates to angels.
• Orangepaw’s warrior name will be Orangeclaw. Colapaw will be called Colafizz (may change)
• Yami has chosen to make a point of not killing anyone unless they pose a threat to himself or his family.
• For reference, Cas moves in the EXACT same way as Ultron does. Doesn’t matter if it’s VA! or not it’s still the same sorry but I don’t make the rules.
• Burnedheart has the ability to heal and bring cats back to life. Not separately, it's always and only both at the same time. She has practiced this on prey behind Assortedstar's back and thinks he is blissfully unaware. He isn't.
• Assortedstar has maintained a good relationship with Liquoriceclaw, but he doesn't visit often. He has been taken through and around the cave though, and yes Liquoriceclaw abandoned him in there because he's still salty over the scar he gave him.
• Liquoriceclaw and Flosstail are platonic mates because they're so similar. Nothing romantic between them, I suppose it could be described like that one persons 'live in gal pal'
• Miku will be INCREDIBLY dangerous to be around once he figures out his sunsinger powers. You cannot stop a sunsinger until they decide. Who this gets unleashed on is still a mystery.
• It is likely but not confirmed whether Kurai hallucinates things occasionally from his constant extreme lack of sleep. If he does he won’t mention it because he’s so used to it.
• The overall goal, depending on how long these go on for is to have Burnedheart as a potential deputy, as it is safe to assume that the thing with Kurai and Anna as deputy won’t last. (only canon to story)
• The reason everyone is/has gotten away with literal murder is because, for Ulfric, he hasn’t killed anyone unless they’ve challenged him, and Kurai and co. are using legal loopholes and taking advantage of being ‘TECHNICALLY’ classed as some kind of elite military unit (thanks to 6th gen lookin out for the squad) and the Unova government literally and figuratively cannot afford to arrest them anymore. Cas hasn’t been caught because he hasn’t killed anyone outside of the Clan.
• Despite this, they’ve all got no less the 50 (not between them) convictions on their criminal records and many people despise the fact they’re allowed to walk free. They just won’t say anything for fear of becoming offence number 51 on the list.
• The reason none of them have jobs is because they stole so much from Ghetsis that they have no need to. Yami’s hunting occasionally brings in extra cash (which he doesn’t need) and Kurai’s…line of work, shall we say, provides him with a steady stream of cash that has probably consistently gone towards the ‘Macaroni for Deprived Children’ (Rinh) fund for the past ages.
• Ulfric has no need to get a job because he gets the other top demons and lesser demons to provide for him. Kind of like a meals on wheels situation.
• In my opinion, normal Cas cannot be held responsible for any deaths in the Clan as, yes he knew it would happen, but he is unable to prevent it as it would potentially make a worse death appear and he would be powerless to stop it because it’s his job to make it happen. VA!Cas, however, can be blamed for everything he caused as he was ignoring what he could see. The only time he wasn’t was when he killed Anna in July 2014, but this can be debated, because (iirc) he didn’t go full VA! until Kurai came back with her body (or thereabouts). Therefore, with Cas actually being both people, your opinion of him can vary.
• VA!Cas exists because of Kyurem triggering his angel thing, but he is not controlled by Kyurem at all. Had he not decided to fuck shit up, none of the stories or RP would have happened.
• Yami still has the jacket VA!Cas ordered for the mind control squad. He still wears it occasionally, but not in public.
• Kurai, Yami and Kuro have nicknames for each other for some reason. Kurai is Chuckles, Yami is Katniss and Kuro is Snail. (on the back of the Cas jacket, Yami’s one says ‘Katniss 2k14’)
• Chi is still living on the territory with Assortedstar. He became a cat and then became a loner to see if he could make it. He has taken the name of Swiftstorm.
• Both Cas and VA!Cas could kill someone instantly if he wanted. If he did it as Cas then he would immediately turn into VA!Cas and if he did as VA! then he would just be VA!Cas for longer.
• The only reason Cas believes he turns into VA! is for the purpose of recovery from using a lot of power, recovering from any injuries or reversing his power. VA!Cas is just the one in charge while normal Cas sorts himself out, so it raises the question of whether it was VA!Cas getting a will of his own in July or if he did something to normal Cas to cause him to stay as VA! for months. Whether we’ll ever know this tbh I don’t even know.
• VA!Cas used to be blindly loyal to Kurai as he believed, from Kyurem, that he was his ‘leader’ in a sense. As soon as Kyurem stopped fucking around he decided to quit that shit and finally realized how much he hated him, but he had enough information on him to start plotting to kill him after this point.
• Yami is the only one who knows EVERYTHING about Kurai and his PTSD. He hasn’t even told Anna the full stories and the nightmares and the flashbacks and everything else.
• He knows he only has himself to blame for getting PTSD and ending up in the situations he was in, but he will outright deny it to keep himself sane and not realize how much he fucked up. He doesn’t like facing the truth on it, which is the real reason why so many therapy sessions failed.
• Tabitha is still around. She doesn’t have any problems with Kurai and Anna being an item and being accidentally pushed aside, she’s actually into polygamy so. She’s basically chilling and w/e.
• Seishin, as of 2015, is 17 or 18 (I lost count) and has been fully trained. She still hangs out with Kurai from time to time because they do wild shit together and they enjoy each other’s company. She’s out having her own social life and studying to get into a good college.
• Her training was accelerated massively post Chasm, which is why she is fully trained.
• It is entirely possible that she’s died every time Kurai has. Doctors are probably absolutely baffled as to why a perfectly healthy and strong young adult keeps dying and coming back perfectly fine mere minutes later. They may or may not have had several ‘discussions’ about the amount of times this has happened.
• Kurai released Atris into Giant Chasm shortly after that time he ended up trapped in there for three months, for no other reason than because he was getting too big to keep in the house and would have been too dangerous to keep outside. Atris is NOT the second Kyurem in the Chasm. Neither of the Kyurems actually know where Atris is, or if he’s even alive.
• The second Kyurem is supposedly genderless and keeps to itself at the opposite end of the Chasm to where the cabin/cave is.
• The railway station is in the northeast of the Chasm. The cave is north/northwest. Kyurem’s lair is in the southeast and there’s nothing in the southwest.
• If Yami were to punch a rock with his metal arm, the rock would shatter. This was not Kurai’s intention when he fixed his arm one time but neither of them can be bothered to fix it because it looks cool.
• For some bizarre reason, his arm cannot be covered or it overheats. If it gets too cold, it locks up. Yami has had to have a blanket nearby almost constantly as a result, to swaddle his arm like a newborn baby. Also as a result, he’s had to cut the left sleeve off practically everything he owns.
• There is a reason for why all of Kurai/Partystar’s ‘apprentices’ are so fixed into the pattern of watching and observing. He drilled it into them enough that its become second nature to them and because, aside from Seishin, their lifestyles don’t allow them to deviate from not thinking about the next fight or battle, so the habit remains.
• There is a difference between English (what everyone uses) and ‘catspeak’ (aka, meowing). Assortedstar will use catspeak among cats he doesn’t know and if he doesn’t want one of the humans to know what he’s saying. Every cat is born knowing catspeak so there’s no need for it to be learnt. (this is only relevant to rp, the distinction is too difficult to make in writing)
• I imagine every human has a basic understanding of catspeak, similar to how we know when our cats are hungry or want us or want to go outside. None of them could ever hope to use it because they aren’t cats. Even Kurai, whose soul is half cat. In the brief time Assortedstar was a human, he attempted, but couldn’t get the tones right.
• Ragnar, being the Keeper of Souls, is able to see what someone’s soul consists of and can recognise people from their souls alone.
• Ragnar is also a gifted storyteller and has many, MANY legends of battles he saw and took part in throughout his life to tell. The only person that can get him to talk about them is Rowan.
• Assortedstar never picked up that cats groomed themselves. Burnedheart would groom him and he thought that it was a bonding thing. It never occurred to him that a cat cleaning themselves was a thing that happens.
• Wafflenose (seen in ‘Team’) is a thin golden brown tom with a white patch on his head and a cherry red nose with amber-gold eyes. He became an apprentice the day Peanutcup was mauled by a bear, which also killed his older sister. This happened again when he got an apprentice, and as a result of that he has PTSD. No, he and Partystar did not instantly bond over that. Wafflenose sees it as competition, while Partystar sees it as empathy.
• Seishin currently looks after Laris (kurai’s African hawk eagle) and is on her way to becoming a master falconer within the next few years.
• And now the definitive answer for the whole water breathing thing. It basically hurts whoever you are or whatever you do., the only reason Kurai doesn’t mention it’ll hurt is because he’s used to it and it’s normal to him. Personally I believe it’s similar to that perfluorocarbon thing, in that yeah you can breathe but it feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest and it hurts generally in the same way that accidentally inhaling water often does. Consider also that water is denser than air, so a LOT more effort is needed to breathe. A recipe for disaster, all in all, which is exactly why the wristbands break so often. (doesn’t necessarily have to apply to anyone outside of my characters) (either way it’s still a physical impossibility but hey im writing fiction here)
• He once had his wristbands configured so it didn’t have any negative side effects but then that broke and he’s never worked out how to do it since.
• (personal note. As mentioned in BotST, there are errors every generation, but I think they increase as the generations go on. For example, the powers 7th gen have are an error, yami can only hit two timezones and not three max, seishin actually ending up female is a MASSIVE error, 8th gens names don’t match to a pattern (can be disputed as neither did 3rd gen) etc,etc. this is simply because the DNA gets more and more fucked up as it has to decide wtf it’s gonna do next with the already damaged ‘data’)
• Seishin’s real name is Taylor.
• More fun facts about Kurai. He’s a really fast runner, but rarely has any reason to become sanic so he lets people believe that he’s just average. (gotta go fast)
• Assortedstar, being a cat, very much enjoys sitting on paper.
• Cas is missing one secondary feather on his left wing. He has no idea where it went or why another one isn’t growing in.
• Ragnar has the ability to take other people’s powers off them and use them himself. He gives them back to the person once he’s done though, as he doesn’t need to keep them because come on this is like angel god we’re talking about.
• Assortedstar has several memory gaps from the time Partystar joined the Clan to the time he died due to conflicting timelines.
• Kuro, despite having the least control over his electric power thing, actually has the highest level of mastery over it compared to Kurai and Yami’s respective thingies. He is also the only one that doesn’t have a disadvantage tied to his power. What is wording.
• In fact, Kuro is actually the best at their job, hands down. If h were such a klutz and wasn’t so good natured, he could be worse than Kurai.
• The Enochian language allows for a massive variety of insults. Angels swearing at each other is a very common occurrence. Insults range from ‘you literal fucking waffle iron’ to the equivalent of ‘your mother is a fat cunt and I hope everything you love gets run over by a train, including yourself’.
• Partystar is completely isolated in the stars. Many cats didn’t want to accept him as a real Candy Ancestor due to him being half human, and Sugarstar reluctantly agreed to send him away. He was lying to Orangepaw when he said that the Valhalla cats allowed him in as soon as he got there; it actually took moons before they recognised him. He doesn’t appear to mind being alone, though. As mentioned in ‘Meme Pitch’, he suits that lifestyle or at very least believes he does.
• Pockystar is rather protective over Partystar and doesn’t tolerate any cat badmouthing him in any way. Nobody knows why, but there have been rumours of Pockystar having the dokis for him.
• Colapaw, due to being a tortoiseshell tom, is sterile.
• Assortedstar could potentially be a charcoal Bengal, but with the colours inversed (black pelt and grey spots instead of grey fur with black spots).
• The version of events that Kurai gave Assortedstar in ‘Shit Goes Wrong’ is slightly incorrect. He got some of the time periods wrong, mixed up what happened when and of course, has a LOT of gaps in his memory of what happened. The only one who has the completely correct story is Kyurem.
• Burnedheart stayed in the nursery for about three moons. She spent the other three moons in camp to look after all the kits.
• Carlos is a white and grey wolf, Juan and Pedro are normal wolves, Juanita is a pure white wolf and whatever the other one is the actual Mexican wolf.
• Ulfric, despite being half Mexican on his mother’s side, cannot speak Spanish. At all. He has never been able to grasp another language.
• Miku sees himself as a father figure to Rinh and would do almost anything to keep her safe, happy, and fed.
• The thing in the Abyss is a Prime Mover.
• Ragnar has no powers aside from soul reading and your normal angel powers. He gets his power by stealing from other people. And of course, by being thicc as fuck.
• Yami basically knows everything but isn’t letting on for some reason. Who knows why at this point, join me next time when I’ve figured it out.
• After Kurai kills himself according to the bad timeline, Seishin and co. will come into existence. Struggling and crippling loneliness ensues. It is possible that the Prime Mover could get everything going again, however.
• There is an unintentional parallel with what Heizu did after being left as the last man standing of the generation. He too, went crazy (with anxiety) and ended up killing himself, after about six months.
• The Prime Mover is called Asgeir. Pronounced slightly like Owsh-geer, the h is soft. Means spear of God. It looks like a massive black Lagiacrus, like, BIG, with some liberties taken in places that you know but can’t describe.
• It cannot change itself, so creates a copy of itself (often the person it’s talking to) in order to change things around it.
• The whole yellow eyed bad guys thing? Unintentional. Completely unintentional. I only realized it when I was thinking more about Asgeir.
• In an alternate timeline, Miku lives about six months longer than he does on the bad timeline, so the sunsinger powers get unleashed to try and take down Kurai when it merges back with the normal bad timeline.
• In another alternate timeline, Yami was on that helicopter that’s mentioned to have crashed in ‘Meme Pitch’. He teamed up with Kyurem under a mutual agreement and followed Kurai, but didn’t interfere with him for some reason. This timeline means ‘Dragon Talk’ isn’t canon.
• In yet ANOTHER alternate timeline, Kyurem resurrects Yuki to act as his slave/access to the outside world.
• I should really add a table for my own reference on what Kurai believes happened in the Chasm vs what Kyurem knows to have happened. And the bit where neither of them are strictly correct.
• Partystar I think would actually like to have a kit. Not kits, just one.
• There is definitely a difference in every character’s personality compared to what we see in RP. Ragnar is the most striking difference. He’s perfectly good and normal in RP, but in writing…I don’t imagine he’s as nice and moral as he appears. Not enough to be considered a real antagonist, but just so that some of the angels in the Abyss either genuinely dislike or fear him.
• People who are more accurate in RP are Kurai, Miku, Partystar. Cas and Ulfric are neither. Yami and Kyurem are more accurate in the stories. Ragnar and Assortedstar are outliers as they fit neither category. Example given, Kurai in RP got Kyurem out of the frigate to go against Ghetsis and to take Plasma down from the inside. In the story, he did it simply to get Kyurem out as not to aggravate any more fights between them.
• On everyone’s satisfaction with the whole angel/demon thing, Yami doesn’t really care and is going along for the ride, Kurai is absolutely sick of their shit, Kyurem is like the one sitting in the back loudly eating snacks, Cas is mostly confused and bored of dying over and over and Assortedstar stopped paying attention a long time ago.
• It isn’t that Kurai is getting bored of everything, it’s literally that he’s matured and been like ‘why the hell am I doing this’. He’ll help out with any further Whacky Antics™ but doesn’t want to be doing all that chosen one stuff again. (for example, if given a mark of cain, he’d refuse to play the game with whoever gave it to him and instead find someone to remove it and be like nope fuck off)
• For Cas and VA!Cas, VA!Cas is the one driving the lolercopter, Cas is screaming in the back seat.
• Kyurem is a lot more…symmetrical? Than he appears in actual Pokemon canon. It’s the second Kyurem that looks like the canon. Atris is a mix of both, but happens to be a lot taller and a bit longer. For reference, Atris at a year old was the size of a big horse.
• Atris lives somewhere around Jagged Pass.
• On the topic of Kyurem, he has pretty poor hearing. His eyesight is decent, which he backs up with some thermal sensing, but his sense of smell is likely the best out of all his senses. (despite being unable to track anything properly if its more than a mile away)
• And now the definite answer on how powers work in this. Obviously there are different elements (kurai and co are classed as shadow, miku is sun/fire, kuro is electricity/lightning, rinh is darkness, cas is shadow/death/ice etc etc), but they all manifest themselves as like an invisible aura. This is why when someone uses a power people can pick up on the signal. You’re either born with powers or not. If you are, then they’ll get stronger as you age and obviously get more control over them. If you aren’t, you’ll never be able to learn how to use powers (so kurai can’t teach seishin anything, because she wasn’t born with the natural ability).
• Powers will start as a fairly wide aura around you. You learn to control your powers by learning how to bring that aura closer to you and how to manipulate it as you want. The only way to learn is to sit down with some books and STUDY. They won’t improve until you read the right thing that lets you get better control.
• Interestingly, Yuki is able to simply absorb powers using what’s detailed below. It isn’t clear why he can do that, at this point it’s like ‘e’s just THAT good’
• It is possible to trick yourself into thinking you’ve improved, but it’s literally just a placebo effect. Take Kurai for an example. Let’s say he wants to learn how to teleport outside of the three time zone limit, up to four. Going further will cause him to get a migraine and be unable to teleport for about an hour, but the more he does it the better it feels, and he thinks he’s improved. He hasn’t. At all.
• It is possible to exhaust your powers to the point you can’t use them. It varies from person to person and the individual actions as to when they come back.
• Having powers taken away from you is hilariously, unrealistically painful. This is because the ‘energy’ of them kind of goes back and forth like mitosis. You read a book and you absorb the energy radiating off the book. You take someone’s powers and it’ll come to you via mitosis. This explains how some powers can be shared.
• The process of giving powers to other people is a lot faster in RP for the sake of convenience. If it were that fast, two people could combine their powers and infinitely pass it back and forth between each other to become unstoppable. In reality, it takes a lot more time and effort.
• Similarly, killing someone with a lot of power has a 50/50 chance for their powers to pass to you over time. It’s basically a shitty version of sword logic.
• Kyurem, Ragnar and Asgeir know each other. Kyurem wanted to lie to the triad and be like ‘haha you guys were failed angels that’s why I have to hurt you it’s because I care’, but Ragnar and Asgeir went NO BITCH, but that’s some top bant lad come get a cheeky nandos with us.
• Kurai doesn’t like to sleep on his front, or even just lie there in the same way. Three guesses as to why (meme pitch and the whole salt in the wound incident is the correct answer)
• I keep forgetting the face claims. Kurai is Ackles, Yami is a mix of the one pic of Troy Baker and Chris Martin, Cas is that one gifset of Misha Collins, Swiftstorm is Jared Padalecki, Anna is Mila Kunis, Miku MAY be whoever played Bobby, Ragnar is Cain, Ulfric is the one kid who made the ‘don’t fuck with me’ vine, Yuki is Godfrey Gao.
• On Yuki…well, he is just THAT good. He can turn his hand to anything and get it right within the first three tries. He’s one of those people who can look at a textbook and have it memorised in five minutes, walk into an exam and get 100%. Whether he’s actually smart or not is questionable. He has a lot of life experience and ‘wisdom’ to share so appears to be, but he wouldn’t claim to be exceptionally smart.
• He’s also 5’9” or 5’10”. So small.
• And the phone he has is actually the one Kurai threw into the Chasm. He hasn’t deleted anything off of it so actually has access to all of his accounts.
• Shinu might possibly have the same water breathing ability Kurai has, except its ‘natural’. Kurai wouldn’t know this because it isn’t recorded in the book.
• Seishin is very much a caretaker of sorts for Kurai. She’s the mom friend, definitely. And she’s a very quick learner, so…
• Yuki would probably have a field day with Seishin, He’d be like ‘omfg you have an apprentice??? Gurl bring her to me’ and then they’d have a great time together. Him, her and Kyurem would go for a cheeky nandos together.
• Terrakion, Cobalion, Virizion and co religion clarification time. The legend says that Pokemon were the first creatures created and all was fine until humans turned up (since Unova was one of the last regions to be colonized). I was agreed between all three musketeers that humans are inherently immoral and evil, and so Pokémon should have no interest in being with them and would be protected by the three. Of course, some didn’t and learnt that humans are kind of shit (see Pokedex for reference lmao). Either way, humans are fucking awful but it can’t be helped because it’s their nature and they were made that way by Arceus. AND GUESS WHO BELIEVES IN THIS….
• As mentioned in ‘Clickbait’, Kurai is absolutely correct about the Triads coming in pairs (excluding starting generation). The first and second generation were just normal, if a little overambitious. Third wanted to kill each other to establish who was the leader of the three (Yuki technically is because he technically won by almost killing the other two), fourth wanted to kill everything else but them but were happy to turn on each other. Fifth and sixth got involved in some shit they REALLY shouldn’t have dealt with (manipulation of the God Stone for both, time and dimensional manipulation for sixth). Seventh and eighth…I forgot. Come back when I remember, but I want to say it has to do with the genes being super mutated.
• Trying to harness the power of the God Stone can create some SERIOUS issues if uncontrolled. I’ll leave it at this; it’s the reason Yuki knows how to warp reality and chooses not to do it.
• Yuki can’t swim. Just like Cas and Swiftstorm can’t/couldn’t. Shinu can, so that would mean Karu can.
• I have this distinct feeling that Karu looks different from the other three deliberately. I feel like he has mastery over powers similar to Miku and he has shorter hair that’s as much of a mess as Kurai’s. Don’t ask me why.
• 6th gen are very very technically alive, only because of how much dimensions have been distorted and fixed up by them. Like Asgeir, they exist everywhere at once because so much time shit has happened within the Clan that they’re constantly having to fix it all up via shadow clones or their real selves.
• Having so much of the bad timeline revolve around the Chasm thing wasn’t intentional. I didn’t realize it would cause as many changes and things that would happen as a result and it’s become something that I could pick apart for months, and STILL find something new each time.
• The main focus of these stories is to see what people are realistically capable of under various conditions. The gore is not written for shock, but as a fact of it is exactly what happened and to show that as different as they all are, they are all monsters and all on the same moral level. (Tho if you’re into gore and torture then I’ll keep doing it I don’t judge.)

In chronological order, the stories involving Assortedstar go:
1. You Are Dead
2. How Can This Happen
3. This Only Gets Worse
4. Confrontation
5. Think Of A Starting Point
6. Begin Again
7. Living
8. Crux (never finished or released)
9. Ohana
10. Torture
11. Finale (never finished or released)
12. Team (never finished, released on rayQ)
13. Weakness (not canon)
Any story with Ulfric in took place between December 2014 to early June 2015. The Assortedstar series started in January 2014 and skipped to July 2014, finishing anything to do with Cas as of February 2015.

Any other side stories tend to hop around and I’ll give the exact times at a later point.

This series follows two timelines at the moment. The normal timeline leading to the normal ending follows Assortedstar and anything in RP. The bad timeline and bad ending involving Kurai becoming an angel starts as soon as he sees the thing in the Abyss and it is not the canon timeline. Either way, ‘Bad Ending’ takes place in 2021. ‘Only Friend Alpaca’ takes place three months later, in May 2021.

If you follow the alternate bad timeline in which Yuki comes into it, then Miku catches him in early summer, he’s tortured for that entire season and then Cas puts him in the Chasm in late September/October 2015 He stays with Yuki and Kyurem for two years and emerges again in November 2017 and continues to function normally because he’s come to terms with everything. It’s like a bad good ending.

Currently, there is no ‘Good Ending’ in sight.

‘Game of Shit’ (working title) does not take place in a canon timeline. It assumes that everything up to the encounter with the Abyss is canon, meaning that angel!kurai is a thing but he hasn’t killed anyone, nor has he actually become an angel. It takes place in the summer and early autumn of 2020. They’re therefore all in their late 20s early 30s and definitely too old to be doing this shit. This follows a third timeline which is an offshoot of the bad timeline.

GoS Notes:
• Snuggles is one of those ‘smart’ rednecks. He’ll make you a redneck pool out of a hose, a tarpaulin and the back of a truck, but then turn around and claim that putting extra pictures of Jesus up ‘multiplies His holiness and my home’s holiness.’
• HIs real name is Billybob. He thinks his surname is Damnit.
• Snuggles is a DEVOUT Christian and tries to convert Assortedstar multiple times. He remains respectful each time but has to let him down.
• The temperature does not dip below 110F at ANY point during the story. This is significant for a reason I’ll come up with later.
• Yami killed about ten wolves to make the fur cloaks. Ulfric was mortally offended, though he didn’t say anything.
• Demon cats do not have titles because they are already animals. They go by their fake names. Many of them are housecats that have been living for hundreds of years, hopping from family to family to take care of them.
• Cas is the one who came up with the idea of having ‘houses’ and ‘uniforms’ and Ulfric copied him. Kurai gave Assortedstar a little fur cloak because there was a little left over.
• Ragnar and Rowan are chillin on Earth when Kurai attacks them. That’s literally it they’re in that house in the forest because they’re chilling out.
• Snuggles has a liberal friend called Smoky. He prefers Whole Foods and nobody knows how they’ve remained friends. He’s a grey tom with green eyes and a long tail, as well as wearing a red bandana in place of a collar.
• Smoky can control and breathe fire. He often has a thin wisp of smoke coming from his nose.
• Bedivere will not appear, but may be mentioned. Cat Hell may also be mentioned but will not appear.
• The entire point of this series is to show that dysfunction does not change. I’ll expand more on this later it is late.


MISC
• Bedivere’s cross necklace is ironic.
• The cat below Bedivere is Lucan, and he’s left in charge of Cat Hell whenever Bedivee is gone.
• Bedivere has no elemental power, but he can summon a sword and shield. He can also use some of his own power to create a clone of himself.
• Lucan can summon a shield.
• Both Lucy and Charlie are 7 as of 2015. Their birthdays are in May.
• Bedivere is actually 4ft tall at the shoulder, but shrinks himself down to normal cat size to blend in.

dank memes cant melt steel beams
this is p bad and rambly and long and really holds no purpose at all so here u go enjoy it in all its unfinished glory

(fill out like the entire fucking build up to this point)

Orangepaw stared up at the hulking tom in awe as he dipped his head to her.
“Welcome, young warrior.” He rumbled, blinking his pale yellow eyes.

She puffed her chest out in pride when Partystar didn’t correct him. She was a warrior! All her hard work had finally paid off!

“You’ve trained her well, I can tell.” The tom purred at Partystar, and this time Oranegpaw could see it was his turn to swell.

“No point wasting such a talent. I’m proud to have taught her.” (this sounds unnatural af, but it might work because its partystar's character...ish)

(fill fill fill, obv describe pockystar and such. More convo? What on)

She padded into the clearing and was stunned by the sight of it. Soda waterfalls of all colours sparkled in the starlight and the pink hued grass rustled in the breeze. Cats of all sizes lounged on the rock surrounding the falls, talking among themselves or lounging together. A select few tumbled in a play fight, roaring with laughter and cheering encouragement. All of their pelts were littered with scars and wounds, though they all wore them with honour.

“This is like…’Cat Valhalla’.” Partystar whispered to her as they moved to the centre.
“Every warrior that died fighting for the Clan or ever showed a talent for fighting goes here when they die. They found me and welcomed me in almost as soon as I died.”

Orangepaw resisted the urge to bounce up and down like a kit. She didn’t know what a Valhalla was and didn’t care, absorbed only by the powerful cats before her. Muscles rippled beneath their fur, and she looked down at herself, hoping she looked like them. She worked her claws in and out of the spongy ground.

Pockystar turned on the pair when they reached the middle and sat, wrapping his tail around his paws. Heads lifted behind him as the spirits looked down on them, some moving down to take a closer look.

Almost instantly, a creamy she-cat rushed up to her, knocking her over as she hurriedly inspected her.
“Are you hurt? Oh you poor thing, what happened? You’re so young!”

Orangepaw sat back on her haunches as she tried to push the other cat off her, giving up as she grabbed her head and twisted it this way and that.
“Nothing? I’m okay, nothing’s happened to me?”

Partystar leant in and took the she-cat by her scruff, moving her away and plopping her down next to Pockystar.
“She’s fine, Sodapaw. This is my half apprentice, Orangepaw,”

Sodapaw visibly slumped down in relief, lifting her eyes to the stars.
“Oh thank goodness, I thought she’d been killed!”

Pockystar purred and cuffed the apprentice playfully around her ear. (fill)

(wafflenose needs to be potentially introduced here since he crops up a few times later)

Other warriors had begun to gather behind them. Orangepaw picked out a long furred orange and grey cat with a massive scar tearing his chest and belly apart sat in the back, a golden brown warrior with a scarred tail sat beside him. They eyed her carefully, then turned to each other and muttered something, but the orange tabby didn’t let herself be concerned. She turned her attention back to Pockystar.

“Your warrior ceremony is only days away now, Orangepaw, yet you’re here among the stars already. Doesn’t that scare you?” he asked, concern showing in his yellow gaze.

“No way.” She mewed firmly, digging her claws into the ground and narrowing her eyes.

“That’s admirable. Most cats your age would be terrified.” Wafflenose added, flicking an ear towards Sodapaw, who remained oblivious to the gesture.

She looked the she-cat up and down for a few seconds, briefly assessing her. She appeared to have a single track mind, only focused on one thing at a time. Her paws were small, not a warrior’s, matched big brown eyes the colour of dark chocolate. Her pelt was spotless aside from a small nick on her muzzle. How did she get here?

“Either way, do you know why you’re here?” Pockystar questioned, breaking into her thoughts.

“Uh…because Partystar wanted to show me another part of the stars?” the orange tabby guessed, tilting her head to one side. The black tom never hinted as to why he took her here.

“Orangepaw, your skill is so great that you’ve been granted access to these hunting grounds. You are free to move between here and the stars where the other Ancestors reside as you wish. When you die, you will live with us.” The tom meowed solemnly, gesturing with his tail to the warriors surrounding him.

“It’s a great privilege. We’ve never allowed this to happen before.” Wafflenose commented.

The tabby she-cat stood in shock, her jaw hanging open.
“R-really?” she stammered.

The two cats nodded, and she broke into a smile as a purr rose from her throat.

(fill out I cant think how to keep this going to lead to the next part)

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sodapaw waved her tail at her and the orange tabby bounded up beside her.
(fill, doesn’t need to be ong, mayb just shows her up the cliffs and does a mufasa. Everything the light touches is ours etc etc)

She stopped on one of the boulders, squinting down into the rough circle that formed beside one of the pools. She hopped over to a boulder closer to the group and narrowed her eyes, a rush of excitement running through her as she realized Partystar and the long furred ginger tom were sparring.

The orange tom reared up on his hind legs, and Partystar ducked down and pushed against his belly, sending the tom off balance. He leaped away from him and shoved both front paws into the scarred warrior’s side, sending him sprawling in the grass.

The black tom stepped lightly around the ginger cat while he scrambled up, then neatly jumped on his back and batted at his torn ears, allowing himself to be rolled on, then pushing him away with his hind legs and repeating the moves again.

Orangepaw recalled that he’d called this something like ‘Looping’, where you led your opponent into a set of moves and kept tricking them into repeating them over and over, eventually frustrating them enough that they slipped up, allowing you to make the finishing move.

The two repeated the dance twice more until the ginger tom let out a yowl of anger, his fur bristling.

Partystar backed away into the shallow pool when the tom charged at him with claws outstretched. When he leapt at him, the black tom shuffled further back and brought his front paws down hard on the surface, blinding his opponent. While the other tom spluttered and shook his head, Partystar flicked his tail up at his face and sent more soda into his eyes as he returned to land.

The ‘Double Paw-Tail Splash’. Highly situational, but useful for confusing your attacker.

Orangepaw frowned when she watched him step aside when the russet tom charged out of the pool. The first thing he ever taught her was that she should always fight to kill, as if your life depended on it. What she saw was not that. He was playing with the tom, which she knew was always an option for an opponent that was bigger or clearly stronger than her, but this cat was scrawny, his thin frame hidden by his thick pelt.

She crept down the rocks with Sodapaw trailing behind her, fixated by the fight as they both joined the circle.

Partystar feinted a swipe at the tom’s muzzle, and then skipped to the side as he flinched and retaliated.

The tabby searched the black leader’s face, purring to herself when she saw he had adopted the blank, yet focused look he always did when he was about to make his final, devastating blow.

The ginger tom lunged and bit and Partystar’s neck, and in a flurry of movement the other tom was on the ground, paws spread in surrender as the black tom pressed a paw down on his throat and left the other raised, poised to strike.

Cries of approval rose from the circle, while some eyed Orangepaw carefully, like she had been the one fighting instead of her mentor. At once she felt a fierce desire to protect him from some of the looks he was given, and then he let the ginger tom up and they dipped their heads at each other.

“Good fight. Assortedstar was right about you.” The orange furred cat mewed over his shoulder as he returned to the golden tom with the scarred tail while Sodapaw hurried over to him.

Orangepaw sidled up to Partystar, poking at his shoulder to get his attention.
“What was that?”

He jumped in surprise, and she mentally cuffed herself when she remembered his dead right leg.
“You saw that? That was a challenge from Vanillafleck, the one I was fighting. He wanted to see if he could beat me, so I put him back in his place.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“Not really. It’s customary for every cat here to fight a newcomer to test their skill, and he’s the second to last cat to challenge me. The only one left now is Wafflenose, which I’m looking forward to because I know he’s been watching me carefully.”

The orange she-cat glanced over at the tall gold and brown tabby, who was laughing and joking with who she could only assume was Vanillafleck. He had a lean body and long tail and exuded an air of confidence around him, covering up how he was constantly aware of every other cat around him.

“Something happened to him. I’ve never known what but he has the same thing I’ve got.” The black tom mewed softly.

(FLL OUT EVERYTHING I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS SO + NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING TO CARRY ON.
Part below is when they leave, but is not the end of the story)

“When human you dies, will he get to come here too?” she asked.

“Possibly. If he ever adapts then he’ll be okay, but I don’t think he’ll know what to do. He hasn’t realized the reason he can’t fight now is because I took that part of him. Idiot.”

The she-cat purred in amusement as she walked beside her mentor.