R/malelivingspace Post From Etho About His Ex-wife Moving In With Him In His Roofless Gravel Shack. Not

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

Summary:

How a normal mortal by the (oddly appropriate) name of Halo meets a bunch of immortals and is changed forever (And how a demon by the name of Badboy redeems himself).

OR: Badboyhalo was once two separate entities, but due to some strange circumstances, find themselves as one. Starts from the time humankind was young and ends with a little island called Quesadilla.

Mainly Bad, of course, with guest stars Foolish (The Totem God of the Sea and Undying), Skeppy, Kristin (The Goddess of Death), The Blood God, The Goddess of Entertainment, A demon called Boss, and some lovely eggs.

COMPLETED, written before major bbh lore

serious art later ive got essays to work on have this while waiting xD

(16th September)

it's been a while (aka tommy starts spamming bbh during tubbothon and i get hit with nostalgia)

MEUS PAIS MEUS PAIS

Me and the "i can fix him" babygirls when:

"you had a small stain"

Jimmy does it underground.

It’s not illegal, exactly, and They can’t watch him (that’s the whole point, after all) but it doesn’t feel right to do it out in the open air, among cheerful, lighthearted allies whose biggest worries this episode are their outfits and what fun little gimmick will be today. His hand trembles as he lights the first candle.

Seven candles in total — the first four a waxy yellow, two a starchy white and the last jet black, dyed with fresh ink from a squid he’d killed early that morning. The sixth one is short, more of a candle than a stub, but it counts. It matters.

Then, trembling, he dips his hand in the pot he’s carried all the way down here and draws the Symbol.

Enderman blood — difficult to explain having and even more difficult to get. It glows purple in the dark, making the Symbol shine eerily.

“Hello?” Jimmy half whispers, then winces at his own voice. He’s not sure how to begin a prayer.

(Is that what this is, then? A prayer?)

But to his surprisingly, the symbol whispered back.

Speak, ask, for your allies grow wary.

Speak, ask, our yellow canary.

The whispers are at once ancient and powerful, but overwhelmed with a feeling of greed and hunger. They rise above each other in a cacophonous wave, their harmony forming words.

(Jimmy shouldn’t be surprised. This is why he’s here, after all, to ask Them for something — but then why did They never answer his prayers?)

(The Listeners. He’d prayed to them, been loyal to them, but as promised, they’d only ever Listened. Listened to his pleas and prayers, listened to his cries of pain, listened to the pain the canary wings brought him, cycle after cycle.)

(Well, he’d had enough. Of course, he’d heard the warnings, but if the Watchers were really in charge, surely they could make sure Secret Life wasn’t a fluke.)

(Surely they could take away his wings.)

“Is my curse broken?” That seemed like a good place to start.

The Symbol flickered, presumably from one of the candle flames glinting off the enderman blood.

First to die, first to sing,

Your song is deadly, and chaos it brings.

But we have an offer, if you’re prepared to take it.

It will require sacrifices, if you’re ready to make it.

Swear off those meddling false gods of yours

And your life before another will be ensured.

His voice was shaking when he next replied. “Which gods?”

(He knew, didn’t he? He knew, deep down, that what he was doing was wrong. He could sense them.)

(They Listened.)

There are those that Listen, who value honour,

We are those you need, and we are Watchers.

Join us now, bird, parrot, canary,

Or this cavern of yours won’t be quite so airy.

They weren’t threatening the existence of his curse, Jimmy realised. They were threatening to invoke it right now, to kill him deep underground with no way of escape.

Maybe he shouldn’t have done it underground.

(But he remembered it later, when the news reached him: Mumbo was dead. Not a new canary — the curse hadn’t transferred — for his death hadn’t been an omen of chaos, but an accidental death. A mishap with explosives, a death alone from others.)

(A mishap, sure, but Mumbo knew his way around tech. Jimmy couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be slightly nudged to the wrong place at the wrong time, his hand guided by some all-seeing force. They waited, and their promise was fulfilled. Now for his end of the bargain.)

(They Watched.)

Pac: [Forever] is kinda like, in a deep sleep. Forever: [Standing up and breaking blocks, very much awake] Tubbo: HE'S THE MOST UNCONSCIOUS MAN I'VE EVER SEEN

Forever's coma blooper, ft. Fit, Pac, and Tubbo.

"He's right now at Cucurucho's office, Fit. Please, please, do something."

is this even funny

he is so very special to me !!! the video version of this w the audio is on my tiktok : @/satellitesignal !!!