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whysamwhy123 · 6 months

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I don't normally do this but fuck it, I'm Unwell and need the distraction. Here's a random OrangeHook drabble/ficlet whatever that just oozed out of my brain in the last ten minutes. Enjoy? Maybe?

''Damn. Who's that?''

Orange's head turns as Hook takes a seat on the couch next to him. His eyes are fixed on the woman on screen. Orange doesn't blame him.

''Stacy Keibler.''

Orange had been in a nostalgic mood lately so he was watching a bunch of old episodes of Smackdown. He didn't think Hook was paying attention, but he guessed a woman like that is hard to ignore.

Hook hums, transfixed as Stacy makes her entrance, that slooooow way she'd go through the ropes while the cameras loving caressed those long legs of hers.

''I like her,'' Hook says, simply.

Orange lets a little huff of laughter out. ''You like blondes.''

Hook smiles. ''I'm a gentleman.''

Orange shakes his head emphatically. But the young man is too busy ogling Stacy to acknowledge it.

''That was a reference you probably don't get it,'' Hook says. ''You see, there's an old movie called Gentlemen Prefer -''

''I know what it's a reference to,'' Orange cuts him off. This kid, he swears.

Hook still cannot tear his eyes away from the beauty on the screen. Orange is having more fun watching Hook, the way his eyes slowly follow her whenever she's on screen, the way his shoulders lower whenever they cut away and then raise the second she's back. It's like he's watching himself back in his teenage years.

''Those legs,'' Hook astutely observes.

Orange gives him a look and this time, Hook actually glances over and catches it.

He smiles at him, ''What? Does it make you uncomfortable when I talk about women like that?''

Orange snorts. ''Kid, I was checking out women while you were still in diapers.'' Orange looks back at the screen and yeah. Yeah. He absolutely cannot blame the kid for staring. ''Specifically that one.''

''Good to know we have even more in common,'' Hook says.

A vague memory occurs to Orange, something he's not entirely sure happened but if it did, it's another weird connection between the person beside him and the person on screen. ''I think your dad put the Taz-mission on her once?''

Hook laughs out loud. ''I'll bet. He was probably mad that she's taller than him.'' He paused briefly. ''Those legs.''

''You already said that.''

''It bares repeating. She a wrestler?''

''Kinda? More of a valet.''

Hook nods and his teeth start to worry his bottom lip for a second. It does something to Orange. Always does.

''I'm thinking I need a valet,'' Hook says.

Orange throws his hands up. ''Alright, you twisted my arm - I'll do it. Let me find a pair of booty shorts and I'll be good to go.''

It earns him another even louder laugh. It also earns him Hook's full attention, Keibler be damned.

''I know that was a joke, but...I'd like to see it.''

Orange cracks up, embarrassingly loud. ''You and no one else. But nah, I think you'd suit 'em better. You've got nicer legs than she does.''

Hook's reaction is priceless - a man torn between his desire to defend the honor of his new crush and his own ego demanding that he take the compliment and run with it. In the end, he settles for a smirk and a shrug. Orange returns the smirk.

There's a single beat, before Hook's on him, hands capturing his face, feverishly kissing him while grinding in his lap.

God bless Stacy Keibler.

#Sam actually wrote a thing #OrangeHook #Hook/Orange Cassidy #No idea where this came from #I just thought it was funny in my head?#But man do I love writing these two #And if anyone can find the actual clip of the Taz-Stacy incident let me know #I have no idea if that actually happened or if I'm just making my memories at this point

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barbieaiden · 2 months

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when you're the main character's little brother and doomed by the narrative because the author decided that the cult trauma wasn't enough. rip aaron

#ts4 render #aaron #aaron is a curious case as a character because i think in the very first thing i wrote about aiden and sam #aaron was not a nice person he was still in the cult and aiden and aaron never had a good relationship #but aiden still felt guilty about you know. leaving aaron at the cult because aiden still recognizes that aaron is just mimicking their #parents etc etc #then i think i changed it so that aaron and aiden did have a good relationship but aiden did leave aaron at the cult #so then he very understandably feels guilty about that but the thing is aaron is. dead in this version too #so aiden very much feels responsible for aaron's death and he also theorizes that the people in the cult literally killed aaron #which i'm pretty sure wasn't actually the case but aiden's like trying to find someone other than himself to be angry at. you know #and THEN came the versions where aaron does run away with aiden #but now aaron instead dies under aiden's care and their relationship is like pretty complicated before aaron's death #mostly because of aiden's addiction so aiden very much feels responsible for aaron dying. so yeah

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 months

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"I... Of course I had a childhood Alice!" Gwen complains, trying not to pout. She had tricked herself into believing that her new promotion into external research would've come with some extra respect from her coworkers. It didn't.

Colin only mumbled something about suicidal ideas and "do you know what you're dealing with" before going back into his usal cutting cabbles and threatining the computers. Sam, well, Sam was actually very enthusiastic about the future results of her research. It was quite nice. She honestly didn't care much about Celia. New people often didn't stay and she had no reason to think Celia would just because she was acting creeply non-affected by the whole awfull job of cursed stories ordeal.

And there was Alice. That one was on Gwen. She should've known better than to expect that Alice would change, likely Alice didn't even know what being respectifull meant.

"A boooring chidlhoold." Alice said, her attention still mostly in her computer scream. Playing solitaire. Somehow Alice managed to find a way to do barely any work and never have any backlog and Gwen had gave up on discovering how.

"It wasn't boring." It really was. Her parents took formality very seriusly and had a tendency to see childrem as small adults. But sometimes they had nice trips and Gwen liked to play office or lawyer. Besides she usually had fun with her cousin, well, when he wasn't using picking her up from school as an excuse to pass by his weed dealer or forgetting her in places. Honestly he was still a better deal than the babysitters. At least for her social life.

Alice raised an eyebrow.

"I was a very well-dressed child." It was not a defense of anything. It was basically a non-sequitor but Gwendolyn needed to protect her family from the insult of having a child with a less than perfect childhood and her mind went blank (probably because of stress. It wasn't really a bad childhood was it?).

"Oh no." Alice said in a ton that was actually sympathetic. "Please tell me your parents didn't force you into formal wear."

It was soo sincere that Gwen sort of broke (and it was just because Alice was rarely sincere and not because the other woman was really attractive in a soft way when sincere).

"My older cousin once told us that if we didn't look presentable we would be switched by an evil regency body hopper." Alice giggled delighted and it was all that was needed for Gwen to keep going. "When I pointed out he was the only one in informal wear he turned to me and told me, as if the biggest secret, that the reason he was always smoking was because the evil georgian tracked bouchards by smell and the weed kept him hidden."

"What a delightfully strange cousin." Alice said. "Maybe your childhood was not all that boring. Maybe it's just you."

Gwen frowed. All the good feelings from before turning into smoke and going slowly away.

"I don't know why I still even talk to you."

Alice opened her mouth, likely to tell another joke. But stopped.

"It was a nice story, Gweeeen, no idea why you told me, specially knowing that now I will want more absurd tales from Tiny Gwen as the blood payement for surviving this place, but it was nice. "

It was an olive branch if Gwen ever saw one.

And even if things never became actually good between them, even if she started yesterday feeling dumb for thinking Alice cared, even if it would make her fantasies of kissing Dyer worse. Gwen took it.

"I have enough stories for it. But don't expect then for free, I'll trade for biscuits, Celia mentioned you have a secret stash."

"Dammit Sam." Alice mumbled but she was smilling.

#notes: alice curses sam because sam was the one that told celia about the biscuits #tmagp #tmagp fic #the magnus protocol #silly little thing i intend to turn into an actual short fic but i wanted the season to have more episodes first #alice dyer #gwendolyn bouchard #dyhard #elias bouchard #sort of #i wrote it so ofc jonah magnus is in there somewhere

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hydrachea · 8 days

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One thing I've come to appreciate about going into a story after having sought out or seen spoilers is that to me, it doesn't ruin my experience of the story - it changes it. That doesn't apply to all spoilers, but I've been thinking about Penacony's biggest spoiler (really, the one that so many people saw, it wasn't even treated as a spoiler anymore long before it actually dropped. Which was shitty, but a different topic).

For some, knowing Firefly and Sam were the same person before the reveal might have soured their enjoyment of the story. But since HSR's quests aren't replayable, I ended up really appreciating knowing their identity in advance, because otherwise I don't think I could have noticed some things - like Firefly's occasional little slip-ups into her more professional side, or the one that marked me most was how in both Sam's conversation with Acheron and few words with the Trailblazer pre-reveal, you can hear Firefly in Sam's tone of voice in a way you couldn't before. It really gave me a new kind of appreciation for those scenes.

(I still wish the main quests could be viewed again, though.)

#this is a big part of why i don't mind spoilers #sure i don't particularly love knowing the entire story in detail before playing through it #but being spoiled one or a few key moments definitely won't (ironically) spoil my enjoyment #because of stuff like this #and more generally because knowing something happens doesn't mean i know how or exactly when or why #so it gives me something to look forward to more than anything #anyway i play with the chinese dub so i don't know if the other dubs got the same voice direction for that thing with sam's voice #i should hope so #because it feels important to put in #like hints before the actual reveal comes #but sometimes the voice direction makes questionable choices so who knows #hsr #ray's records #it's been a while since the update dropped but still oh well #hsr spoilers #edited a few words oops i wrote that while keeping an eye on my moc autobattle. don't do that kids.

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mihrsuri · 2 months

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Have I been thinking about leaving tumblr/fandom due to antisemitism? Yes. But also all my lovely mutuals and friends who have stood beside and with and fandom stuff is such a source of joy within that and I don’t want it taken away by the shadow even if it is so so heavy and overwhelming. So I’m not.

#not on the same level of course but in the camps we created still #we sang and drew and we wrote even in the deepest horrors and evil #i think a lot of tolkien/lotr actually #frodo and sam thinking of beauty in the darkness of mordor #that there is light and beauty and stars and free night #forever beyond the reach of any shadow #jewish things

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smallishdoggo · 8 months

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The idea that Dancer didn't and couldn't have known that FCG was a person, and is thus absolved of any responsibility for treating them like an object comes up every once in a while, and, like. Folks. She knew FCG had enough capacity for thought to be worth lying to. She lied to him about having made him. She cannot have considered them basically a toaster. Like, are we imagining that Dancer is out here lying to Pussy the Second to make herself seem smarter?

She bought FCG and restored them, and knew from that restoration that a lot of the technology behind FCG was beyond her understanding. She knew FCG could talk and reason, which is something no automaton we've ever encountered is capable of (excluding aeormatons). She spent four years with him, watching him be very very noticeably different than other automatons. She didn't need to know that he was an aeormaton or what aeormatons were historically capable of; she had all the evidence she needed to understand FCG as a person, and she just didn't.

Like, I can fully believe that she understood all that, that FCG has the capacity to think and feel on some level, and just decided that none of that made them a person. Cause that's the way FCG has thought about themself since their introduction. They think, they feel, they want things, just not how a person would. Not important, not weighty enough to matter.

And I think that matters when thinking about her! Specifically when thinking about her relationship to FCG. Dancer fucked them up! She raised them, he didn't know any other life than the one she built for him till murderbot mode. And I do think she has some responsibility for that. I don't think you can just say that she didn't know any better. She knew a lot! And she could have sought out more information on ancient automatons and their capacities. And she didn't! She knew enough to know she didn't understand FCG and how they worked, and she just. Decided not to do anything about that. She just decided that the thinking feeling robot that she bought should just be a thing that she owns and makes use of, and who cares where it came from or what it might do in the future.

I don't think she's a monster or anything, but it's wild how allergic this fandom is to considering her to have profoundly hurt the person she BOUGHT AND OWNED. Particularly given how gung ho this fandom tends to be about characters having the right to enact bloody vengeance on anyone who has ever made them feel bad.

#i know some people have argued that Dancer didn't lie #and that FCG just assumed that she made him #and Dancer just didn't tell them that they were wrong or anything for ??? reasons #but that's fucking stupid #so I'm gonna assume it's not true until told otherwise #and it will be fucking stupid if it is true #Sam didn't come up with the 'dancer didn't actually make you' twist #Matt did #and can you imagine your DM just saying 'hey guess what this character in your backstory was totally unlike how you wrote them'#'i have not re-contextualized things and added elements that put a new spin on what you thought you knew'#'i have simply decided that your character always had access to this information and just didn't ask'#every explanation that I've read for how Dancer could not be responsible in some way for FCG's worldview is just #'Have you considered that Matt might be a shitty DM?'#and i have considered that #and i don't have any problem saying that something Matt wrote is shitty #maybe he did maybe he didn't #doesn't matter to me

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tongjingnian · 5 months

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After Sam had a child, he went to Dean's cenotaph to drink with him (although he had been reluctant to give his brother a hunter's funeral for a long time, in the end, he gave in and let him go).

He got drunk at some point and started crying, regretting that he hadn't preserved Dean's body. He wanted to tear up his brother's grave, dig his brother's corpse out, and resurrect it, even though there was nothing in it. He thought about it and then actually started digging but eventually fell asleep because he was so tired and couldn't sleep well the whole time without Dean.

He started dreaming. They were back in their twenties, hunting demons - "just you and me against the world." There were no angels or demons, only the two of them driving the Impala down the street on an endless road trip on the burning asphalt road in the summer.

Then Dean died. Sam couldn't revive him. He woke up in a panic in the bunker and ran to his brother's room to check if he was still in one piece. Dean woke up to the sound of the door opening and asked Sammy what was wrong. Sam said that he dreamed that Dean was dead, then Dean assured him that it was not true and asked Sam to get into his bed and sleep with him. They ended up in the spoon position.

Sam fell asleep peacefully, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that he had been sleeping, leaning on his brother's grave for a long time. He could still feel the dried tears on his face. But it was more like he had a sweet dream than lost the one he loved so deeply that it hurt because he hadn't been able to sleep deeply for a lifetime. Except for his stiff neck and aching waist from sleeping crookedly, it was all perfect. A year after Dean died, Sam rarely dreamed of his brother, so it was nice to be able to see him again no matter what.

Then he stood up and filled the hole he had dug yesterday with his feet because his hands were bleeding from digging. He didn't want the soil to look dirty from the blood (he's impure, he has to be) when refilling it. He patted Dean's tomb twice, looked at it for a while, then turned around and drove away.

Prompt: I dreamed that my lover was dead and cried to the point of breaking my heart. Then I woke up and found that it was just a dream. I lay on the bed, being patted on the back by my lover to comfort me. I shrank into his arms and held him while crying for a long time. Inexplicably, I felt that his body temperature was getting colder. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had fallen asleep holding my lover's tombstone.

I'm bored cuz I'm on a trip but it's raining heavily outside, then I recall I wrote this thing yesterday and my friend literally cried over this so I decide to translate it into English and share it with you😉 bear with me if there are grammar errors, already run through grammarly but i doubt it's completely correct

& here's the original version i put on my sms if you wanna know:

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #established wincest #established relationship #spn 15x20 #post 1520 #carry on #not actually a fic i guess #just brief description #but i enjoy it #😉😉😉#i wrote so many of these things in Chinese #i think i need to translate them ALL #i promise all of them are interesting

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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

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I've Got Friends on the Other Side

For the Prompt: Reverse TRIO Danny as a magic occult goth - got into sleight-of-hand to spite his parents when they used to spout that ghosts were real but magic was bullshit. He started with card tricks and snowballed into becoming proficient in several types of true occult magic, as well as all the basic party trick stuff. He now uses tarot cards rather than playing cards, both to freak out the 'normies' and scare off the bullies, but also because the cards tend to tell him things in a roundabout way. What did the cards just tell him about Tucker? (from @deathcomes4u)

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[Warnings for occult practices]

Danny Fenton had never really fit in. It didn't help that his parents called themselves ghost hunters and drove around causing mayhem in their souped up RV. When he was little, Danny had thought that his parents work was fascinating, but apparently he hadn't been interested in ghosts "the right way" because he didn't care about their scientific mumbo jumbo. Instead, Danny had gone to the library and checked out books on the occult.

When his parents derisively told him that magic wasn't real, he'd been furious. How could they say that to him when they'd devoted their entire adult lives to the study of ghosts? A less spiteful kid might've felt disheartened and given up their interest, but Danny doubled down. He taught himself sleight-of-hand tricks, as well as more spiritual forms of occult magic.

In middle school, he'd switched from playing cards to tarot cards, both to freak out the normies and scare off the bullies, and learned to read the cards pretty damn well, if you asked him. He'd started to dress in black, to wear crystals and other jewelry, to trudge around in heavy, buckled combat boots. He developed a reputation as the school's freaky goth kid, and that suited him just fine. His only two friends, the only two people outside of his family who were brave enough to come near him, were a passionate ecology nerd and the tech-obsessed school loser, and that suited him fine too.

Sam and Tucker were far from the most popular kids in school, which made Danny somewhat protective of them. He did regular tarot readings for them, at least once a week, when he was alone in his room, to keep tabs on what was going on in their lives, especially things they wouldn't necessarily tell him about.

Danny lit a black candle on his bedside table and shuffled his tarot deck three times, one for each letter of Sam's name. He manipulated the deck to bring the Empress, the card which represented Sam, to the top, but it was an honest shuffle aside from that. One by one, he laid out the cards on his comforter in a Celtic Cross layout, to tell him what his friend was struggling with. The Empress laid upright in the middle, the nurturer, the one who cared and helped, just like Sam cared so much about animals and the environment and did everything in her power to protect them.

Seven of cups—Sam was dealing with temptation of some kind. Six of wands, six of cups, Death, ace of cups. She'd had some kind of victory, and been happy about it, until she realized that it would come at a sacrifice, and she changed her mind. Reversed seven of wands, ace of pentacles, reversed queen of wands, Justice. There was some kind of time limit, and she couldn't make up her mind. Ultimately she would settle on accepting the temptation, and that would be the right choice, even if it wasn't without consequence.

Considering the reading, Danny tried to decipher a deeper, or more specific meaning. A victory for Sam would be convincing her parents to donate more money to animal rights groups and eco-friendly causes. If Danny were to guess, he would say that her parents had offered her a deal. They'd donate to her charities, but only if she did something for them, possibly something that was against her principals, or possibly something she just didn't want to do.

Next time he saw her, Danny would advise her to take the deal. Supporting vital causes to save the Earth would be worth whatever he parents wanted in return.

Satisfied, Danny made a note in his journal about the reading, returned the cards to his deck and shuffled again. Six times, he shuffled, once for each letter of Tucker's name, and he brought the king of pentacles to the top. His hands grew painfully cold as he did so. The candle on his beside flickered as if blown by a strong wind, but his window was closed. Whatever was bothering Tucker must be drastic to have such an effect while he shuffled.

Once more, Danny laid the cards in a Celtic Cross on his bed. Tucker's card, the king of pentacles represented intellectual prominence and ambition, both things that Tucker had in spades. The next card Danny laid down was the Wheel of Fortune, which told Danny that something pretty wild must have happened in Tucker's life, something filled with uncertainty, risk, and shock. Something Tucker definitely would've mentioned to him, but he hadn't for some reason. Danny's confusion doubled when he flipped the next card. The Magician, reversed.

The Magician was the card that represented Danny, it represented superstition and skepticism, unconventional methods, and magic. Different tarot readers read reversed cards various ways. Some believed that a reversed card indicated that the meaning of the card was also reversed, other believed that it indicated a delay, an increase or decrease in energy, or that whatever the card indicated was internal, rather than external, or vice-versa.

Danny used a more free-form style, judging the meaning of a reverse card on a case-by-case basis. However, in his experience, an upright Magician represented himself, and a reversed Magician represented his family. Whatever Tucker's problem was, Danny's family had something to do with it.

Danny's fingers physically ached from the cold so much that he dropped the next card. Death landed, reversed, in the next position on the cross. The position indicated the recent past. Death was a card that Danny rarely had to take literally, since it normally represented a different kind of loss or sacrifice, but the reversed position in this atmosphere clearly indicated an increased energy, so he could only assume that someone really had died, and Danny's parents had something to do with it. Or perhaps... could it have something to do with a ghost, his parents' work?

Danny swallowed and flipped the next cards, the two of swords and Judgement completed the cross. Tucker was at a crossroads and faced with a decision he couldn't make, or a decision he didn't know how to make, or a decision that would make itself if he didn't choose soon enough. Perhaps it was out of his hands, and Tucker was just being dragged along for the ride.

Reversed page of swords, ace of pentacles, The Tower, The Chariot. Whatever Tucker's problem was, it was something his friends could help him with, but he wasn't going to them because he was overthinking, probably panicking, possibly even afraid. The Tower was never good, and especially not in the position that represented the subject of the reading's fears. It represented failure, destruction, danger.

Tucker must've really been going through it, but the Chariot, at least, indicated a happy ending. It was triumph, victory over adversity. Everything would turn out okay, but Tucker had to make it through the trenches first.

Once all the cards were down, Danny tried to glean some more specifics from the reading, but it was foggy, as if it was shrouded in a mourning veil.

On Friday, after school, Tucker had been supposed to meet Danny at Fenton Works. Danny had to help a teacher with something, so he told his friend to go on ahead. He'd expected Tucker to be there already when he got home, but he didn't show. Was that because of this... issue that Tucker was apparently dealing with? Danny sighed in frustration and blew out his candle, watching the smoke curl up into the air in agitated spirals.

Tucker had some serious spiritual unrest going on, and Danny was just gonna have to ask him about it directly.

When Danny got to school, Tucker was nowhere to be seen. Sam was waiting for him by the steps, though, so he figured he'd talk to her first.

"So what kind of deal did your parents offer you?" he asked her. "What do they want in exchange for funding your environmental causes."

"Did... did I tell you about that?" she asked, more to herself than to Danny. "How do you know about that?"

"What did they ask for?" he asked again, ignoring her question. She should've been used to this kind of thing by now. It wasn't his fault he kept surprising her.

"They want to parade me around at upscale galas and crap," she said. "In formal wear. To schmooze pretentious investors and CEOs of companies that pollute the Earth more in a day than the average person does in ten years. But they said as long as I do, they'll give me a monthly donation allowance of five thousand dollars, which is pocket change for them, but it can do a lot of good in the right hands."

"You should do it," Danny advised. "It won't be fun or anything, but ultimately the rewards a worth wearing a gown, don't you think?" Sam sighed.

"You're right," she said. "I think I was always going to accept in the end, but... I guess I just needed someone else to say it. So thanks."

"You're welcome," he said, offering her a rare smile. "Good luck with the galas and crap." She snorted, and shook her head.

"I can't believe I'm gonna agree to this."

"Hey, have you seen Tucker around anywhere?" he asked her.

"I haven't," she said. "Come to think of it, I didn't see him all weekend, either."

"Well if you see him, let me know. We really need to talk to him."

"We?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure he needs both of us right now."

Tucker came to school right as the first bell rang, so there wasn't time to talk, but Danny and Sam conspired to corner him during lunch, and corner him they did. The three of them were alone behind the cafeteria, so they could speak freely.

"What happened last Friday after school?" Danny demanded. "Did someone die? Did it have something to do with my parents and ghosts?" Sam looked at him, aghast, and Tucker just shook his head resolutely.

"How do you do that?" he asked under his breath.

"We can help you," Danny said. "So stop overthinking, and freaking out, and just talk to us, alright?"

"Wait, what?" Sam asked, utterly lost. "Who died? What's going on?"

"I did," Tucker said quietly after a moment. "I went to your place to meet up with you, like we planned, but you were late. I got bored, and I heard you parents complaining about an experiment of theirs not working, a portal, so I went down to the lab to check it out."

"The portal works, though," Danny recalled. His parents had been over the moon.

"It didn't at first. I went inside it, and touched something, I don't know what," Tucker said. "It turned on while I was inside and... you can't imagine how painful it was. When I came out, the portal was on, and I looked like..." A fizzling white light rolled across Tucker's body like his skin was dissolving into glow-stick fluid right before their eyes. "This."

When the light faded, Tucker stood before them in a white jumpsuit. It looked like one of Danny's black Fenton Jumpsuits with the colors inverted. His normally dark hair was also white, as were the frames of his glasses. His freckles, usually invisible against his dark skin unless you looked really closely, glowed faintly, and his eyes were a luminous green, like the flame of a copper sulfate candle.

"You died," Danny said, finally understanding everything. "You're half ghost now." He gasped in realization. "The two of swords! The crossroads! You were cut in two; you live two lives, oh, duh!"

"What?" Tucker asked, while Sam just looked between the two of them in shock.

"Don't worry Tucker," Danny said. "I know this is stressful, and your struggling, and probably contemplating your own mortality, but in the long term, everything will be alright. This will eventually turn out to be a good thing, I promise."

"Uh... I can't make promises like that," Sam said, her brain catching up to the situation enough to finally speak up. "But I can promise that Danny and I will be there for you. We'll help you in any way we can."

"Absolutely," Danny agreed.

"You guys!" Luminous tears trickled from Tucker's eyes, and he sniffed once before pulling both his friends into a tight hug. "I can't believe I even thought of keeping this a secret from you. You guys are the best!"

"Yeah yeah," Danny grumbled. "We know. You can let me go now."

"Sorry." Tucker quickly released Danny from the hug and let the goth boy adjust his fishnet sleeves. "I forgot you don't like hugs."

"I guess I can forgive you," Danny said lightly. "Just this once."

#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fic #things i wrote #reverse trio au #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #sam manson #tucker foley #tarot #I rigged Tucker's reading in this fic but I pulled out my tarot deck and did an actual reading for Sam's

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zozo-01 · 2 years

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To Love the Sun (To Be Stuck in the Dark)

Originally, 'To Fight So Hard (To Lose So Quietly)' was going to be just one part. Buttttt @ejunkiet unintentionally gave me the idea for a part two, so here we are!

This is the complete work for the last WIP Wednesday and I apologize to everyone who found that really lil piece of writing cute. It was never going to be happy with me.

CW: Mentions of Major Character Death, Hurt/No Comfort, Angst

Sam was making chocolate chip pancakes, just the way they liked them. With extra chocolate chips and the sweetest whip cream to top it all off. Darlin’ claims that they never had problems at the dentist, but Sam loves to call bullshit on them.

“What? I swear I was never shit on by the dentist! In fact, they always complimented me on my teeth.” Darlin’ waltzed over to Sam, wrapping their arms around his neck. They tilted their head to the side with a saccharine grin, mock gasping at the accusation. “Samuel Collins. Are you calling me a liar?,” Darlin’ teased. Sam sighed before holding his Darlin’ by their waist.

“My name isn’t short for Samuel, Darlin’, it’s just Sam. And why yes, I am calling you a liar, you menace. I refuse to believe with all the junk food you eat, your teeth aren’t rotting like a corpse. If I was your dentist, I’d charge you extra for every sweet treat you eat.”

Darlin’ gave a giggle that Sam swears were the sounds from the harps in heaven. “Well, maybe it’s more fun to say ‘Samuel Collins’ instead of just ‘Sam Collins’,” replied cheekily, with a smirk to match. “But, I promise that the dentist has never said anything about my teeth. Now can you pretty please make me pancakes.”

Sam rolled his eyes at Darlin’ pout. Who knew with the reputation Darlin’ held, that they can be so… adorable. He much prefers the puppy dog look they have over their usual wolf glare.

He went off to the kitchen to make Darlin’s beloved pancakes, with Darlin’ trailing close behind him. Once Sam started to gather the ingredients onto the counter, they hugged him from behind and started to gently kiss his shoulders and neck.

Sam let out a low chuckle before saying, “maybe I should start calling you ‘sugar’ for that sweet tooth you have.” Darlin’ stopped what they were doing and let out a scoff. They squeezed tighter before responding, “no, I like Darlin’ much better. I might think you’re angry at me if you don’t call me Darlin’.”

Sam squeezed an arm they had wrapped around his waist. A silent affirmation that he won’t be mad at them. “Sammy?,” Darlin' called out, their voice muffled due to their face buried in his back. Sam let out a quiet sound that prompted Darlin’ to continue. “Thank you for the pancakes.”

Sam knew it wasn’t just the pancakes. It was for the fact that he was willing to help and heal a complete stranger. It was for the fact that he cared for them in times when they didn’t even care about themselves. For how he became a beacon of comfort. A place for Darlin’ to put down their weapons and armour.

Sam turned around in Darlin’s arms and held their face in his hands, looking at them in their eyes. “Darlin’, you never have to thank me for anything, alright? I’ll always be here for you.”

“Forever and always?”

“Forever and always.”

Sam smiled to himself after replaying that memory. Happiness and excitement filled his body in a way only his wolf can do to him. He became elated when he remembers that Darlin’ was supposed to come by today. Hence why he was making chocolate chip pancakes.

Sam questioned if he has ever been this happy about anything. He thought about memories on his family’s ranch, his acceptance at D.A.M.N. and the friends he has made along the way, and nothing he has experienced can compare to how he felt about them.

Who would have thought that a shifter trespassing on clan territory would make him feel like everything was worth it? Like it was destiny for him to be turned and meet Darlin’ later in life?

The world has put Sam Collins through a lot, but the one thing he will forever be grateful for is being able to feel the light of the sun again.

A knock on the door shook Sam out of his thoughts. ‘Finally, they decided to show up. I was starting to get worried about them.’ Sam left the pancakes to cook on the stove and went to the door to open it. The closer he got to the door, the quicker his heart pounded. That was something he needed to get in control of before Darlin’ started to tease him for it. “Aren’t you supposed to be undead? How the hell do you still have a heartbeat?” he imagines them saying.

Sam stood in front of the door, with one thought going through his head.

‘The love of my life, my mate, my eternal sunshine, is standing behind the door. And I have the honour and privilege to have my house become a home for them. Our home.’

Sam opened the door.

It was not Darlin’ on the other side.

“David? What are you doing here?” Darlin’s Alpha was standing on his porch. His hair is messy and his eyes are bloodshot. David’s hands, usually firm and steady, were fidgeting. Like he didn’t know what to do with them. On his face was not his usual frown, the one that the majority of the public would see on a good day. Sam had seen this frown once before, and that was when the official death count from the Inversion was released to the public.

And that was a day of mourning.

With a raspy voice, David responded, “hello Sam. Is it alright if I come inside?” Sam moved to the side, gesturing to the Alpha to come in and make himself at home.

David walked in and sat down on the couch. He put his elbows on his knees and hands on his face, unable to look the vampire in the eye. “I assume that you were waiting for my packmate to come over, correct?” The way David asked the question unnerved Sam. His voice was shaky and his eyes were shining with tears. ‘What the hell happened to Darlin’ that made David Shaw about to cry?’

David was a man who seldom showed emotions. The last time he cried in front of another person that wasn’t his mate or late father was when his best friend was dying in his arms.

‘No, no, no! Darlin’ was tough. Fuck, they’re nickname growing up was ‘Tank’ for God’s sake!’

‘They can’t… there’s no way…’

David Shaw broke into sobs and Sam’s heart stopped.

His voice stuttered as he forced himself to say the next few sentences. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Sam. Quinn got to them on the way here and by the time we got there, they were already gone and there was no saving them.” The tears wouldn’t stop falling from David’s face, no matter how much he tried to stop them. No matter how much he wished this was another dream.

The smell of burnt chocolate wafted across the room as a realization occurred.

Sam Collins had the world he loves so very much ripped away from him again.

And for the second time in his life, Sam Collins was forbidden from feeling (his) sunlight on him again.

#i did ittttt #i got the angst out of my system (for nowww)#ironically the day that i posted the original fic #jason spezza retired #so you can argue that i wrote this because the leafs broke my heart (again)#but i digressss #also thank ejunkiet for giving me the idea and encouragement to make a part two #although you did this unintentionally #in your defence it doesnt take much to get me going on an angst train #maybeeeee ill write an actual fluff thing #but thats a hugeee maybe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted asmr

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boag · 4 days

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Words literally cannot express what this song means to me it like lives deep inside of my soul or smth

#this whole album actually #my vinyl that I got Sam to sign when I was 14 #that he wrote ‘‘Karma you freaking rock’’#on #is maybe my favorite thing I own #Bandcamp

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appleciders · 1 year

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antiope!mary and yelle!shannon send post

MMM!!

em i love this. antiope!mary, with her quiver of exploding arrows, absolutely begging shannon to have a single emotionally intelligent non-self sacrificial bone in her body. literally grabbing her by the shoulders trying to get her to have a reaction to serious things that isn’t closed-off stoicism (bc shannon isn’t superficially yelle, she’s not an outwardly groovy stoner funguy, but it's a different expression of the same thing, of throwing herself so hard into a Cause, and into the protection of her friends, to the point where she has accepted she has no worth beyond it). mary!antiope pleading please care about your own life, your own life, your own life—the world is better with you in it, the best thing that you can do for the world isn't die.

(please. i love you. i don't want you to fucking die.)

#hearing them all saying 'i fucking LOVE you' to each other #i think that would heal me actually #god bea having the katja scene with little bea...#bea holding her own hand as she sits alone on the train to boarding school. even if no one else was there to share this with you I was #antiope!mary to katja!bea. seeing that. knowing the weight of that. 'i love you‚ bitch' and taking them with her #sidenote i think there's also elements of antiope!shannon?#at least in the way u wrote her in tmlt #the military family #the weight of leadership #(the impossible but INCREDIBLY amusing image of them all going out wasted to get shannon a “Leader” tramp stamp...bless)#...being tall...#and then antiope's struggle with Legacy TM is much more lilith too #(what are you gonna be lily? are you gonna follow in the footsteps of all your family before you? be a good little soldier?)#but then mary and lilith also have a kind of antiope/sam thing going on that i love #(mary to lilith. you can't DO that to other people)#also katja!bea....maybe a touch of ostentatia!ava? ostentatia!ava with the provocative phone background that katja is supposed to see?#anyway em this post unlocked 5 million the seven feelings i had FORGOTTEN about thank you ur a visionary as always #the seven #warrior nun

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whysamwhy123 · 7 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Hook Characters: Orange Cassidy, Hook (Professional Wrestling) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Recreational Drug Use, In Vino Veritas, Drunken Confessions, Older Man/Younger Man

I wrote a fic (well, repurposed an old fic tbh) for 4/20! It’s about Hook, because of course it is.

#Sam actually wrote a thing #Orange Cassidy x Hook #Orange Cassidy/Hook #OrangeHook #Glad I managed to get this one out the door eventually #I was weirdly attached to this silly idea for a while there

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barbieaiden · 9 months

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the first thing i wrote about sam and aiden is so funny it was something i just wrote for fun so i wanted to get straight to the point so in the first chapter sam's like no. no i'm not gay he's just attractive. then aiden's like btw i'm gay. and sam's like oh. ok. well maybe i am a little gay. if you are. and aiden's like ok good do you want to kiss

#they both do some very morally questionable things in this but i really wrote this as a fun thing that i didn't put too much thought into #at some point after they've done like a thousand romantic things aiden's like we're just fwbs though. right. and sam's like yes. absolutely #and then proceeds to have a mental breakdown over his feelings not being mutual (they are aiden's just being aiden)#i actually thought this was written in sam's perspective only but it isn't it switches back and forth #sam's the protagonist though but he turned out to not be as interesting lmao like that sounds so mean but. i mean. aiden grew up in a cult #aiden also just has very strong protagonist vibes and sam works way better as a secondary main character or something along those lines

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rotzaprachim · 1 year

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thinking about hunting subculture in uh the cw’s supernatural as something both fundamentally centered around the need to help people, to serve strangers, to put your life again and again in danger in order to save the lives of people you have never met and who will never thank you, and also as a culture profoundly rooted in violence and the cycle of violence and sexism and misogyny in which one generation’s assured early death is by nature of the job passed onto the next as inheritance in a form of intergenerational child sacrifice that, if they don’t do, means that hunting subculture dies out and looping back to the beginning those people aren’t saved those strangers aren’t alive

#the working class diasporic themes here MAN. eric kripke you were almost there but you weren't #ironically i think so much of this show's weak spot comes precisely from kripke's obsession and downright bootlicking of like #the idealised and nonexistence Good Ol' American Exceptionalism Marlboro Man Blue Collar Americana #that is in essense profoundly WASP ish in which everyone is a vaguely christian white anglo with few aberrations #they were afraid to make hunter culture different in many ways aside from the whole burial rituatls and the like #there's so little consideration of what it /actually/ means to be blue collar in america in some places #as well as what it is to be part of a different creed that is not the standard creed of whtie middle america #to wander into a town and be a Stranger to it #and yet at the same time those themes permeate the entire show #he's so obsessed with making dean and sam applie pie american MEN #that he does many things!#ignoring all the ways they aren't that or their story isn't that #ignoring the whole reality of blue collar modern america as something which... isn't universally white and anglo #this entire show is about being a stranger idk he doesn't get what he wrote i feel

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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year

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Thinking about the two drabbles I did yesterday where Dean was a bit of an asshole, and I do hope that it doesn't come across in those, or in any fic, that I'm making Dean needlessly antagonistic just because I'm more of a Samgirl. Esp when it comes to him reacting to samifer.

It feels realistic to me, whether due to actual logical reasoning or due to his Various Assorted Issues™️, that Dean's obviously not going to accept his little brother having a relationship with the devil with open arms. You know, it's a combination of Dean's canonical Sam-Abandonment-Complex and also, it's Lucifer, on the heels of Ruby, and what's going to present outwardly as "Sam is making a bad choice and trusting the wrong person. Again. So I need to fight back against that," is really covering up the more self-loathing, "I couldn't protect Sam from Ruby, and if he gets hurt/used/etc again, it'll be my fault for letting it happen a second time."

In one drabble, that showed up as 'separate Sam from the reminder of his trauma that he's keeping for reasons I don't understand', which is! hey that's wrong of him to do! even if Sam is only being hurt by keeping it, what gives Dean the right to make that choice? But he is Dean, he is Sam's older brother, and he is going to make that choice to try and protect him, and I love him for that. Overprotective brother who's making choices without knowing the full story. That's the Supernatural way.

Just some of the behind-the-scenes that goes into writing, I suppose. tl;dr Dean is an asshole and I love him so much.

#he really is trying his best! his best is just. not perfect.#which it shouldn't be! he's dean! he has. All The Issues.#god if i wrote ducifer and turned this around and wrote antagonistic sam #actually that would probably be more full-on angst than mostly humor #god the betrayal there. because dean's thing is abandonment yeah but sam's is betrayal.#dean siding against him. dean choosing for him. dean not being in his corner 100%#like wow these idiots are both so codependent. good for them. bad for everyone else. but good for them.#i mean the obvious solution here is that lucifer just fucks everyone because he's a slut-#ooooooooooooo no see now im thinking about ducifer + sam reactions #depending on the time frame it just gets worse and worse #(i'm not reneging on my hc on sam not being tortured in hell for this angst btw. i wouldn't do that.#and dean wouldn't fuck someone who hurt sam like that so moot point.#but post-cage is a fascinating time for ducifer. because of how much sam & lucifer know each other.#for lucifer to go to dean instead? oh. painful. fascinating. but painful.#eventually could be resolved by sam realizing he's still so very important to luci because he always will be.#the boys disentangling the hierarchy of romance with the devil's help. good for them.#it's the same as sam & dean Both realizing that no matter what other relationships they have. they will always put each other first.#winchester brother chosen platonic life partners v important to me. if you can't tell.)#dean winchester #spn #sam winchester #lucifer spn #samifer #lucifer/sam winchester

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phantom-does-a-thing · 2 years

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talk to me about toh what are your thoughts on everything

HI!!!!! Phantom is literally going to go kerblooey if there is any more studying done tonight so I'm gonna talk about toh for a lil bit.

UHHHHH I don't really have many thoughts nor are they coherent but I will do what I do best and talk. Under the cut bc its probably gonna be spoilers

Ok so this has turned into me ranting about world building and character design more than the actual plot of the story itself. Sorry I'm a writer.

anyhoo my first order of business is one of my favorite favorite things about the animation in the owl house is the fact that there is a lot of variety in the way the characters blush. Like this was such an innocuous thing to notice that I somehow did. And I realize I don't think I've EVER seen that in another animated show.

like Hunter blushes to his ears (which was the main reason I noticed that bc I realized that no other character's ears get all red like his does)

Amity blushes with her entire face and Luz blushes just the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Like that's such a small detail but I am so obsessed with it because it's so cool and it's something I've never seen before.

ironically enough, I think that the first thing that dissuaded me from watching the Owl house before I watched it was that I wasn't a big of a fan of the surface level animation style but I do really really like the animation now that I've watched it, and the designs for creatures are so so so SO cool like I kjhkb,mxbn UGH.

Belos' monster design thingy idk that's just so cool just the way he looks and how he's animated is so intimidating and I think it's crazy cool. And I think it's also really creative which is a thing that I love a lot about this type of casual slightly modern fantasy is just the way that things are translated from modern real life into the world which is something that can often be done really awkwardly.

The ravens and the scrolls things are really cool and I like that, I also like the added thing of social media which isn't usually something I like in shows and stuff but I thought that was really neat.

SORRY THE THOUGHT TRAIN SWERVED THE WHOLE WORLD BUILDING THAT THEY'RE LIVING ON THE DEAD BODY OF A TITAN IS SO COOL I LOVE THAT. In the world of one of my new stories that I've just started working on, it's sort of similar to that in the way that people on the surface live off of the bodies of dead gods like living inside them and feasting on the flesh and stuff like using the dead gods all the way through (in a way that people from the floating islands would think is sacrilegious). I didn't really get that from the owl house because I just noticed that connection right now but GOD THATS SO COOL. I hhh *fans face*

The way magic works is also super cool and like honestly, I think the coven system is also really cool, not the whole having to only chose one magic track part of it but the different sections of magic that you can do. Like all the different types is really cool to me and I don't really consume much fantasy media of this type with heavy reliance on magic systems but this is one of my favorite magic systems.

I think the bard magic is really cool and GOD THE GLYPHS THATS SO COOL THE WAY THAT WORKS. Like it's such a wonderful mix of just hjkljhflkjhjbnvclkjhlskufg. I think it's very cleaver the way that they did that, especially with the glyphs and stuff being hidden around in nature. That's something that's very very cool and also very smart. Like in my mind, in the way my mind works that makes incredible sense. Like enough sense that you could tell me that in real life and I'd be like (yeah sure). It's like molecule shapes and stuff idfk.

Also the harpy Eda (is that what they called it I remember them calling it that) in season 2 was GOD so cool, just the way she looked in that form was so awesomely designed. Also just the whole Owl Lady thing, listen I am a sucker for wings and bird like characters (I would have more feathered winged OCs if feathered wings weren't a pain in my behind to draw). Eda is feathery and sharp with claws and teeth and by god is she so incredibly cool.

Ok I'm going back to hunter because I've been thinking about him all day, I think the fact that he has a tooth gap is really neat, I don't recall seeing that often in characters and I think it's really neat. He looks very disheveled all the time, especially in the later episodes of the season where he is literally one inconvenience away from a panic attack at every moment. But he really just LOOKS like a mussed up kid.

Also I believe that witch ears, they are pointy, they can flick and move and you can pry those headcanons out of my cold dead hands for all I care. I think they deserve to move like that. (I assume you know how I write Gillion, I love those kind of small motions like ears flicking and stuff like that)

also x2 I really like King's design as well, the whole skull for head thing is so cool to me and it's something that I really really like in design. I've had characters like that and I've had characters that wear skull masks and I don't think I will ever tire of characters like that. Even the titan hunters who even though it was just a costume I thought their outfits looked really cool and also really awesome how all the skulls and stuff were different and unique. It's just so charming to me and so cute how King looks with his skull and his horns, it's just one of those character design things that I really really love.

Ok I'm done for now I need to stop before this goes on for like way longer than it needs to. I don't think I have said a word about any of the plot or lore that happened. I have been rambling about world building and character design for a good half an hour that it's taken me to type out this response. Oops.

Does any of this even contain spoilers? I do not know and I will not be reading over anything that I just typed, it's going out into the world of my tumblr blog.

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