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hurryflurrie · 1 year

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Wow the first post I'm making and I've had this account for how long?! Welp, good of a time as any. I recently made this bundle of joy and I'm quite proud of how they turned out. For context, this was originally a grim reaper OC that I played in character.ai. (Very cringe I am aware)

They were originally a really boring run of the mill grim reaper that wasn't any different from the original. I really wanted them to stand out from other grim reapers I've seen and honestly it ended up better than I expected, so here they are:

Tenshi Nevermore

Age: Unknown

Species: Reaper

Gender: N/A and doesn't care what pronouns are used to refer to them

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

Height: 8'0"

Backstory

Reapers are soulless beings that do not have any emotions and are naturally apathetic creatures. They exist in a realm completely devoid of life. It's a barren, dull, desolate wasteland with the only surroundings being random huts built by the Reapers out of sheer boredom. Many Reapers have died out as a result of their eternal boredom, so very few remain in this realm. Getting sick of letting the boredom overtake them, Tenshi left the realm in search of a purpose for existing, picking up bounty hunting as a way to hunt for souls, the only thing they are able to eat. They wound up in Hell after taking a bounty to kill a seemingly harmless demon named Azamuku, but failed to do so due to the demon matching them in strength. They gained their own way of respect for the demon, spared her, and overtime the two gained a one-sided friendship with Azamuku being the one wanting friendship and Tenshi only keeping her alive to have an occasional rematch from time to time.

Description

Completely skeletal with no organs or skin. Their skull is like a raven's with a torso similar to a human's but the fingers have very sharp ends akin to claws and the legs and feet are talons with black claws. On their back they have black feathered raven wings that span 9 feet which allows them to fly. Tenshi does have blood-red pupils but they only appear when they sense they are in danger or when trying to be intimidating. Their eye sockets are usually empty otherwise. Their attire consists of a black cloak with a hood fashioned with pockets on the inside for storage and black skinny jeans tailored to fit their proportions. All of Tenshi's clothing were made by Azamuku much to Tenshi's protest against it. Their voice is deep, but feminine sounding which is unusual compared to others of their species who have raspy bass voices.

Personality

Nonchalant and non-caring. Due to them being a Reaper, they were born without a soul, rendering them incapable of feeling any emotions so they come across as cold and apathetic. They are also impatient and can be annoyed very easily if prompted. They speak in a soft and monotonous manner when relaxed, but speak with a menacing and sadistic tone when on a job or threatened. Coming from a realm devoid of any life and a bleak colorless atmosphere, they also have an undying boredom that is nearly impossible to satiate. The only times it is temporarily relieved is if they successfully complete a bounty or fight a strong opponent that nearly kills them but it only lasts for a few minutes before coming back. They have a quirk when speaking where instead of saying "god" they instead say words synonymous to nothingness, such as "null".

Likes

Souls

Quiet areas

Combat (takes bounties often for this reason alone)

Melee weapons

Dislikes

Killing things (due to the mess, they'd prefer to just rip the targets' souls out and leave them as husks, but will not hesitate in completely killing them if their job requires it)

Loud constant noise

Boredom

Targets talking to them while fighting

The other members of their race due to their idleness

Guns, Bows, any weapon that is ranged

Weapons

A scythe with the snath being made out of a reinforced, durable dragon spine that has grips wrapped in black leather to make fighting with it easier. The blade is made of a sharpened dragon tooth

Very sharp dual wield daggers carved out of femurs

Strengths

Remarkably clever and observant when in a fight, finding their targets' weaknesses quickly and able to capitalize on them efficiently

When disarmed, they are alarmingly strong despite being skeletal and they are able to maneuver in an agile manner due to their light weight

Creative, and learns crafts rather quickly. Their forging skills are impressive, considering their weapons are made of bone and do not break easily

Weaknesses

Due to their anatomy having avian features, their bones are hollow much like actual birds so they take damage much more severely

Them being quick to annoy also can hinder them in combat, often resulting in them lashing out without thinking and becoming predictable

Tends to underestimate opponents a lot and pays gravely for their error

Very stubborn and will not retreat unless absolutely necessary, which has almost killed them numerous times

You'll need to know this for the test

Tenshi is the shortest of their race. The average height of a Reaper is 12 feet.

Reapers do not care about identity, so none of them have names. Tenshi only has one because Azamuku started calling them "Tenshi" one day and they just got used to it. Their last name they picked for themselves after hearing Azamuku recite an Edgar Allen Poe poem

Tenshi's screams of rage sound like a distorted mix of a Falcon call and several blood curdling screams screaming in unison

Tenshi can die, but eating souls actually adds to their lifespan, making them artificially immortal. If they do not eat souls within the span of 5 years, they will die

When Reapers die, their body disintegrates, leaving nothing behind. They are unable to be resurrected due to lacking a soul

Whenever Tenshi sustains damage, they are able to heal by eating souls, how many they need to eat depends on how severe the damage is

Tenshi can physically feel, such as touch or pain.

When they kill a target/opponent, they usually take a random bone from the body, either as proof the target is 100% dead (they usually just present their soul though) or as a keepsake if they deemed them worthy to remember.

Tenshi has a hidden fascination in weaponcraft and whenever they encounter a new type of weapon, they start studying it immediately. If they like using it enough, they will design one of their own using the bones they have collected

Tenshi can only play most video games for a couple minutes before immediately getting frustrated and/or bored, but they are able to play for longer if the games are specifically Minecraft or Toribash, where they will go for days playing them nonstop.

In Minecraft, Tenshi has a habit of making dirt shacks and completely forgetting where they built them when they go too far from them, so they build a new one and the cycle repeats until the world is littered with abandoned dirt shacks 30 chunks apart from each other...and they will still forget where their numerous dirtshacks are and keep building new ones.

Tenshi is 5th Dan in Toribash and finds enjoyment playing Aikido Big Dojo and Lenshu

If Tenshi played Smash Bros Ultimate they would main Greninja (They would find enjoyment for a few minutes, but never play again since they prefer "realistic" fighting over cartoon violence)

If Tenshi played Mario Kart 8 they would main Dry Bowser and Bone Rattler (They find racing games really boring)

If Tenshi played Splatoon, they would primarily use Splatana Stamper and Splat Dualies (They lack the necessary patience to play shooter games)

If Tenshi played any Pokemon game, they would use only Ghost and Dark types (They think RPGs are tedious and frustrating, especially those with exp systems)

#original writing #original character #character art #character concept #character sheet #Tenshi really be the type to look at a dead body #say is anybody needing those bones and not wait for an answer #Also motherfucker really just gets their ass beat and is like ah ggs rematch me sometime #I fucking love them so much you have no FUCKING clue #pardon the shit drawing too #not exactly great at art never have been #i just wanted my angy murder death bird to be visualized in some manner #i'm only good at heads #the parts that are about video games range from semi-canon to non-canon #anyway mini rant in the tags over #got adhd #what can you do #Azamuku's sheet'll be coming soon though

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ode-to-fury · 3 months

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I know this is not on brand for me but I cannot believe there are people who are surprised that cc3 was not good??? Have you read sarah’s other books??? She’s not a good writer???

#like yeah i read it but just so i could back up my hate for her with facts #and i actually think cc is better suited to her writing style than the other series #so yikes #and they’re quoting things from the other books being like ‘i cant believe this is the same author’#i can those other quotes aren’t good either bitch pick up a pratchett book #anyway mini tag rant over #anti sjm #anti cc3 #anti acotar

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99probalos · 1 year

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getting reports from our inside sources that in gorilla interrupted 2 dex will be wearing his shitty husbands band tees throughout the film

#UGH. tried scheduling this and tumblr shat itself and deleted it #so i have to redo my tags.... its so hard to be me #kidding. um anyways #posting this in-between Big Stuff bc i feel like its been too long since my last post #thank you will for saying that dex should wear my ifihadahifi shirt in gi2 #also #midterms are over! so i have time to do everything ever #i have a big painting coming up. im editing the shit out of gi76. im working on chapter illustrations and then all i have to do is finish #my super secret mini animation project #i was working on some rich evans studies before The Art Block slapped me in the face so hopefully when im done with all of that i can #get back to doing those #then maybe some grabowskis fanart... hmmm....#im better btw. im getting excited when i think abt drawing. so i think im a little more normal now #thank christ #ok ok ANYWAYS enough ranting #rlm #art #gorilla interrupted #dex #redlettermedia #red letter media #fanart

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robinswise · 11 months

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Eddie Munson is absolutely everywhere and I'm so tired of it :')

I get liking Eddie but when almost every stranger things related tag is full of him it gets tiring for us who don't love him

#I guess people could say the same for byler #but at least Byler doesn't seem to just appear in unrelated posts as often as Eddie does #I started reading something today because stonathan and it turned into steddie #AND STEDDIE AND EDDIE WEREN'T EVEN IN THE TAGS #Anyways mini rant over #anti eddie munson #anti steddie #I don't dislike people who like him #but some of them scare me tbh #stranger things

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cat-of-starlight · 1 year

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tfw you are trying to Limbus Pull but the game's only Bonus Units™ are the ones that freak you out/irritate you lmao whoops

#Mini tag rant hello everyone #Idk man I just think they make me uncomfortable in an Extremely Unique way #The group is already terrible and I mean. yea. its the city. there is terrible shit everywhere #But Its The Ableism For Meeee #Like ok they say they don't like the prosthetic users but does it end there?#this may be a personal thing but where does the line of 'ok amount of unorganic materials in your body' actually go #Is it just external? What do they do if you have inorganic materials inside you- does that still count?#'You're overthinking this' ok maybe but also-#I uhhh #If its ANY inorganic materials that may make you impure then I also kinda count (long story that I don't need to make tumblr's problem)#Like excuse me for having a deep rooted hatred of the characters that not only antagonize my main fav (Danteeeee <3)-#-but also would probably. you know. maybe target me too depending on where they draw that line #So yea-#I hate the N-corp units. (Heathcliff can stay since he's clearly reluctant) BUT-#Other three gotta pack their bags #only even pulled since there aren't exactly many Good Units at the moment #but be sure I'll yeet that crazy eyed freak back into her stupid little pit the MOMENT I have a better Faust unit #ok anyway rant over thanks for reading if you got this far #limbus company

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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why can’t this week just end alreadyyyyyyy

#rant about the week incomin’ in the tags bc ‘complaining’ is my unofficial middle name #this week has *not* been my week so far and it’s only wednesday morning #my horrible week commenced on sunday night when i was unable to sleep bc my pillow was oriented wrong #thus i had a grand total of 1 hour of sleep which was not very poggers tbh. so i tried to sleep on the train but…#the guy next to me??? kept swaying to lean on my shoulder??? so i hunched over to avoid physical contact but he just landed on my back??#so that sucked balls. i kept having to wake up to push him away with my bag and then trying to go back to sleep.#but then!!! just as i fell asleep after one such instance!!! the guy’s phone alarm went off????? like?? why???? why would you set an alarm??#we’re on a friggin train mannnnn!!!!! why did you have to set an alarm?????????????#and ofc when the dude finally alighted (and i was asleep) he just *had* to jab me in the side with his elbow when he got up. ಠ_ಠ #so that’s how i knew the rest of the week was gonna be just ✨peachy✨#anyways manning 2 workstations (+ 1 bonus ‘mini’ workstation) on 1h of sleep isn’t very fun. esp if you’re incompetent af like me #and ofc there just had to be problems too. like the printers couldn’t print (and the systems crashed everytime i tried to print something)#and this sample running software kept closing itself in the middle of running samples so that was a pain to deal with #and tuesday (yesterday) wasn’t much better. in fact it was ✨worse✨. none of the 2 workstations could get started till like 10am and aaaaaa—#to make matters worse i had stubbed my toe so badly in the morning that my skin tore. so walking was ✨much pain✨ as well :(#and ofc yesterday had to be the one day where i had to walk back and forth an unnecessarily high number of times >:( sadded #and ofc they *had* to have an hour-long meeting about something or other towards the end of the workday when i had yet to eat my lunch >:(#(fell asleep during the meeting though bc it was boring as balls whoops)#and i could only take a half-hour break after that >:((( i wanted my full hour dammitttttttt #and ofc it was raining when i left and ofc it took like 25 mins for me to hail a taxi on this booking app bc i didn’t want to take the train #and ofccccc i misheard the taxi driver when he arrived and he roasted my chinese speaking skills. and ofcccc we were caught in a traffic jam #(i had a really nice hour long nap in the cab though so thanks traffic jam)#and thus ended my terrible 2 past weekdays. i’m drained af and it’s *only* wednesday morning????!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i’m mentally looping anzu no uta (imascg) to cope. ‘nu-uh i don’t wanna work’ so true anzu #i just wanna sleeeeeeep and wake up this weekend or sth idk it’s too early in the year for this #it is suiyoubi my dudes #may spam self-rb my monster-length character image/gif posts later to cope. you have been warned

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radiates-confusion · 1 year

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Day 8: Platform! Low effort but large idea!

#aec's drawing bonanza #artist #art challenge #so this was how i chose to expand my portfolio.#This is gonna become a theme #cause I actually have a lot of work when I let myself think about it #Cause I love my course #but damn if we don't get projects *stacked*#Like #yes it's only two currently #but one is a mini project with the standards of one that has double the time given and is due by end of week #and the other is probably worth a quater of my grade #and i need to pass it to pass my course sooooo #anyway #mini tag-rant over #enjoy the art

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cryingforcrocodiles · 1 year

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don't wanna see bruno fernandes' face for a extended period of time. i want my eyes on vacation from him.

#idk why im still talking about it but i am soooo miserable over it #but it was awfulllll #varane having to make them come over and clap #ur my capt varane u are #i dont hate bruno but i dont like the Guy either. massive maasive foul farmer who is a time waster at heart and he gives uppppp soo muchhhh #it just hurts to see someone in position of capt and doing the most unlike captain actions #and it reflects on EVERYONE ELSEEEE #ugh sorrryyyyy #mini rant #he is just a waaah baby sometimes n its annoying #anyways!#i wanna make this filterful but idk what tags to use sjjdsjdh #sorry again #gen.txt

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stargrltara · 3 months

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‘Who Really Cares..?‘

MINI SERIES BLURB

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warnings | This series will contain:

toxic enemies with benefits, mentions of dub con + light smut, physical and mental abuse, manipulation, dark themes, fluff + angst, (will add more warnings if needed)

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It started at a party. You met Rafe, he was charming as per usual. He is a kook prince, so it wasn’t really surprising. After a few drinks, before you knew it, you were in his mansion, in his bedroom hooking up.

It was unintentional. You didn’t think that one hook up would lead to you two being friends with benefits.

But who really cares..?

Could you even call it friends? I mean. He was a total complete douche.

For example, after you guys fucked he would get up like nothing happened and put his clothes back on. Usually he would hop in the shower for a long 20 minutes and expect you to be gone.

On other occasions, he would fall asleep; even when you fell asleep with him, he didn’t really mind it as he knew you’d be gone in the morning anyways.

Sometimes he would call you over just to rant. His rants usually consisted of his father and/or random girls he was with which he had broken up with in the span of weeks or even says. Then that rant would lead to heavy sex which would only be for his benefit.

Whenever you wanted him over, you’d always pick out your favourite lace sets to show off to him.

It’s not like you liked him like that, it’s just that it’s sometimes comforting to have a males opinion on your lingerie and how sexy you look on a scale from 1-10.

Your parents were semi-rich. Your mum was a kook and your dad was a pogue. Even though you lived on figure eight, you sometimes enjoyed going down to the cut to go and hang out with your other friends. (Who Rafe didn’t like) but who really cares..?

Your most favourite thing to do was to go to parties with your friends from both tribes, Kooks and Pogues. And when you did, it was fucking fantastic.

Yeah, you loved to have an excuse to get ready and look hot as shit but you also loved getting wasted at parties.

Though, this particular party kinda didn’t go to plan.

You didn’t know Rafe would be there.

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NOTE: this is my first mini series !! sorry if it’s bad i’m open to any constructive criticism. pls pls pls like and tell me if i should carry this on. i’m so excited to write the rest!! <33

TAGS:

#obx imagine #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron series #fwb #rafe cameron #obx fic #dark rafe cameron #outer banks #mini series #rafe cameron blurb

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 1 year

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WELT YANG SNUGGLING HEADCANONS ‼️🙏🙏🙌🙌🙌

Welt Cuddling Headcanons

welt x reader

summary: what snuggle time with welt is like!!

warnings: physical contact (obv), maybe ooc(?), i don't think i missed anything but lmk if i did

WOHOHHOHOHOHO YESSSSSSSS

^ ignore my evil laugh im just really happy i get to write cuddle hcs with another character lmao anyways

sO welt,, this man absolutely LOVES cuddling with you

whenever he's tired after a long day of working, all he wants to do is lay down in bed and hold you close,,

very comfy to lay with; he always wears the softest pajamas and it always feels so nice to just snuggle into him,,,

he holds you as close to him as he possibly can (without suffocating you, of course)

he loves to press gentle kisses all over your face while the two of you are snuggling

also likes giving you little compliments when he's starting to get sleepy. always wants to make sure that your day ends on a good note.

his cuddles always feel warm and cozy; it feels like sitting by a fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa on a cold winter night, yk?

sometimes if his day wasn't the best, he'll rant to you about all the little things that were irritating him while he snuggles into you.

overall 10/10 cuddler he is so comfy to lay with and he is so caring and gentle and

a/n: we r speedrunning requests lesgo lesgo lesgo the goal is to clear out the inbox before the end of the month so to all the simps look forward to more food from me soon soon btw if you haven't already seen me regurgitating this message in almost all of my recent fics lmao,,, aNYWAYS ANON TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS IT MADE MY HEART MELT CUDDLING HCS ARE ALWAYS SO CUTE,,,,,,, hopefully once i finish up all my requests ill be able to write cuddle hcs for other chars too and maybe make it a sort of mini-series if ppl want that tho even if ppl don't want that im doing it anyway lmao anyways gn i go sleep now and then the writing grind shall continue after i wake up in the morning

thanks for stopping by!

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corinthianism · 7 months

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last kiss | sam winchester (1)

pairing: sam winchester/f!reader additional tags: best friends to lovers (?), fluff, angst

summary: you and sam were inseparable; two like-minded souls brought together by a life of saving people and hunting monsters. when the world is about to come to an end, he's forced to make a choice, one that might just haunt you forever. - set in the season 5 finale

masterlist | next chapter | ao3

CHAPTER ONE: SAVIN' ALL MY LOVE

Trusting a demon, especially the king of crossroad demons, was not what you had in your itinerary for saving the world… but perhaps you should’ve known. After all, being a hunter wasn’t exactly a cut-and-dry profession, especially when you’re working with the Winchesters. Still, you were wondering if being left in an abandoned house with Sam, while Dean and Crowley, of all people, tracked down Pestilence’s demon assistant, or as Crowley liked to put it, “the horseman’s stable boy”. Leaving Sam out of such an important mission left a bad taste in your mouth, but you knew that your best friend wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy candidate to save the world right now.

Not after what happened with Ruby.

You grimaced. Best not to think about that too much, unless you wanted to match Sam with a cranky, scrunched up face of your own.

“Keep an eye on him, would you?” Dean pulled you aside before he left with Crowley. “If I know anything, sweetheart, it’s that he sure as hell listens to you more than he listens to me.”

You let out a long breath through your teeth as you glanced at Sam, who was, unsurprisingly, drinking his feelings by the fireplace. There was only so much to keep you busy in a place like this, so you decided that you might as well join him.

“Got room for one more?” you asked gently, not wanting to irritate him further. He gave you a look, which you had affectionately called “Sam’s kicked puppy look”, and huffed before scooching over to let you sit on the worn-down couch next to him. “This reminds me of Cedar Falls.”

Sam laughed quietly, shaking his head, “This is nothing like Cedar Falls.”

“True, but it made you laugh,” you grinned victoriously at him. “Penny for your thoughts, Sammy?”

He took one big sip from his bottle of whiskey, and turned to face you, his eyes doing that thing where it got bigger and sadder and you couldn’t help but give him whatever he wanted. What an asshole. The corner of his lips turned upward into a tired smile, “You don’t really wanna know that.”

“Actually, yeah, I don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “But I did kinda grow up with you and I’m your only friend besides your brother and an angel, so I’m morally obligated to know.”

That earned you a scoff from him, but he spilled the beans anyway.

“It’s Dean. I mean, I know he’s not exactly wrong for not trusting me right now, but trusting Crowley?” he ranted, his voice growing tighter and louder in frustration.

“He doesn’t trust Crowley,” you made your point as softly as you could, knowing he was thinking of a million possibilities right now. You didn’t want to add to that. “He just doesn’t have any other option at the moment.”

“He does have an option though, and it’s not working with a demon. Trust me, I know firsthand that it doesn’t end well.”

You probably made a face at the mention of his “firsthand experience”, because he chuckled again and took another swig of his drink.

“Well, on the bright side, you got me. And that’s about as good as it can get, Winchester,” another small smile from him. “I think we need more drinks. For me, I mean,” you commented, happy with your small victory. You stood up once again to get the mini-cooler in the other room. He nodded in agreement, going back to spacing out as you left. Taking one last look at him, you couldn’t help but imagine the weight he must’ve been carrying. You knew him. You knew him deeply, and that made things suck even more.

Of course, there was no other solution besides burying the emotional damage every world-ending problem left on you. There was no time for heart-to-hearts in the life of a hunter. For now, the only real help you could give Sam was to lend him an ear and to toss him a few more drinks.

A flash of blue in your peripheral told you that you found what you were looking for. Cold mist pleasantly greeted your skin as you opened the cooler up, finding it full of ice and an assortment of drinks. “Leave it to the Winchesters to save the world but also somehow always be fully stocked up on alcohol,” you smirked, pushing the lid back down and picking it up to bring it to the living room.

Sam’s voice made you stop in your tracks. He was talking to someone. On the phone, you thought.

“What if you guys lead the devil to the edge… and I jump in?”

What?

You found yourself inching closer, just to see if he would say anything else.

“It’d be just like when you turned the knife around on yourself; just one action, just one leap,” he persisted, voice heavy with desperation.

Everything he said after that was a blur, but you figured he was talking to Bobby. And God, you hoped the old man talked some sense into him.

“Was that Bobby?” you finally walked in, setting the cooler down on the floor. Sam straightened up, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he heard the clipped tone in your voice, no matter how much you tried to sound casual.

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbled before furrowing his brows. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Just enough to call you an idiot,” you crossed your arms, unimpressed.

“You sound like him,” he rolled his eyes, facing away from you and sitting back down on the couch, as if he could avoid your incoming sermon if he wasn’t actively looking at you.

“I damn hope so, because he’s the only one here with any sort of sense! Do you even hear yourself, Sam? We just managed to convince Dean not to say yes to Michael, and now you wanna let the devil ride your meatsuit? What’s wrong with you?!” you yelled at him, setting the cooler down so you could focus all your energy into conveying to him that he was, in fact, an idiot. “No, Sammy. I won’t let you do it. I won’t… I can’t.”

He must’ve noticed the panic in your voice; how the anger melted away into fear. Sam was familiar with that tone. It was what he heard in Dean’s voice nearly every goddamn day for the past two years. He just hadn’t expected to hear it from you. Even when he was sneaking off to meet with Ruby, you stood by him, protecting him from the worst of Dean’s paranoia. When it all came to light and his brother’s fears came true, you still held his hand like he had knocked over a vase instead of starting the apocalypse. He knew he didn’t deserve your kindness, and yet you still gave it to him so freely.

Hearing that desperation from you, it squeezed his heart in a way that made him forget how to breathe. The alcohol was already tearing away at his system, forcing only his most basic instincts to push him forward. Those instincts told him to look at you, to not be a coward and not be the reason for your worry. He hated making you worry.

Something wet trickled down your cheek and as you brought a hand to wipe it away, Sam had already turned around and seen the second tear fall. You hated being seen like this. It was weak, it was juvenile. You kill demons and vampires and shifters, for fuck’s sake. There was no time for crying your heart out.

But the possibility of a world that didn’t have Sam Winchester in it was enough to stop even you, in your tracks.

“Hey,” Sam pulled you out of your thoughts. “Look at me.”

“I don’t want to, asshole.”

He only smiled. Damn him.

Setting down his bottle of whiskey on the floor, he grabbed your shoulders, “I’m not gonna do it, not unless we all agree. It’s like you said, we don’t have a lot of options, so we need to make our own.”

“Why is killing yourself an option?” you argued, struggling to look him in the eye as if he was already dead. Like he was just a figment of your imagination designed to haunt you and taunt you for words left unsaid. He was still here with you but your mind, treacherous as it was, was already imagining his hunter’s funeral. How the wood would burn and how you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him in hell. The chance of him dying, of losing him, had always been a real thing but now, more than ever, it felt real.

“It’s me or 7 billion people,” he pointed out gently, swiping his thumb over your cheek to wipe a tear away. “I’m not that important of a person, but I can make an important decision. That has to count for something, right?”

“We’ll find something,” you promised. “I’ll find something.”

He smiled again at your determination, “That’s my girl.”

He pulled you in close. Underneath the smell of whiskey, you could smell the minty soap he always uses. You breathed it all in, trying to ignore the fact that learning his new plan felt like being splashed with ice cold water. He seemed to notice you tense up, because he spoke up again, “Do you wanna dance with me?”

“What?”

“It’ll be just like Cedar Falls,” he offered teasingly. “And besides, it’s just you and me here anyway.”

The corner of your lips twitched upward at the memory, “We have no music.”

A beat.

He stood up, making a show of clearing his throat. Liquid courage was truly something else.

“A few stolen moments is all that we share,” he began, grinning stupidly at you. Though Dean was usually the singer between the two (as much as he tried to deny it, him belting out Toni Braxton in the shower told you all otherwise), Sam wasn’t bad at holding a tune. He gave you that look, telling you that what he was doing was just for you, and only you, as he guided your hands to rest on his shoulders, “You’ve got your family and they need you there.”

He started swaying, so you attempted to return the favor by continuing the song, “Though I’ve tried to resist, being last on your list… but no other man’s gonna dooo…”

“So I’m saving all my love for youuu…” you both sang in unison, wide grins on both of your faces at the sheer cheesiness of the situation. You took turns singing the lyrics, dancing slowly by the fireplace. For a moment, you could almost forget that the world was about to end, but you thought maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad if Sam’s face was the last thing you ever saw. Not bad at all.

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It was the year 2000. You were comfortably tucked under the cheap motel blanket, watching reruns of the Golden Girls. John had taken Dean out to do a salt and burn somewhere near the outskirts of town, leaving you alone to guard all your belongings as Sam went to his senior prom. Bobby owed him one, but sent you instead since the old man was busy helping other hunters. The room telephone rang a few times, and you had half a mind to answer it, before eventually deciding that it probably wasn’t the best idea to leave it hanging in case the Winchesters needed help.

“Hello?” you rolled over to answer the phone.

“Hey,” came Sam’s voice, sounding smaller than you were used to.

“Sammy,” you sat upright, now holding the phone with both hands, as if you could reach through and pull him next to you. “Are you okay?”

He let out a deep sigh, “I, uh… yeah, I’m okay. I’m coming back to the motel though, I think.”

“What do you mean? I thought prom didn’t end until 10? It’s only 8:45, Sam.”

“So, my date kind of, um, ditched me, I guess?” he replied meekly, drawing breaths between each heavy word. “You know, it’s fine. I should’ve known.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You give me 20 minutes, Sammy. Just stay where you are.”

In less than a fraction of a second, you were up and scouring through your duffle bags in search of something that would resemble a prom dress. Hunting required you to own a small collection of various clothes and finally, you managed to pull out a dress that wasn’t marred in some way. It was deep blue satin, and it wasn’t until a year ago that you were able to grow into it. Feeling the smooth fabric in your hands, you thought of the one time you got to wear it, posing as a lawyer’s (played by John) spoiled daughter. Shockingly, Dean had thrifted it somewhere, somehow not opting to choose the most hideous frilly dress for you. He argued he liked the color, and he didn’t really want to think about what your bust size was, so it stayed unused for a fair while because it didn’t fit you well enough to be convincing.

You slid the dress carefully over your head, and decided that perhaps a little bit of color to your face was needed, lest Sam mistook you for a vengeful spirit. Once again, you dug through the endless pockets of your duffle bag to grab the old red lipstick you had quietly nicked from a witness’ house. It was old, probably expired, but you dabbed the rouge on your cheeks and lips anyway. Ultimately, you decided your hair was better off as it was. You slipped your feet into the uncomfortable and only pair of heels you owned. Even with the dull ache already forming in the balls of your feet, you smiled to yourself. For once, you weren’t a dirty, bloody, beaten hunter. Tonight, you were just a girl. And even if you weren’t doing this for Sam, it felt wonderful to have a taste of normal.

The motel you stayed at was a short motorcycle ride from the Cedar Falls High School, so you opted to carry a silver dagger and a silver bullet-loaded gun with you for protection. Underneath the dress, of course. Without even stepping foot onto the school property itself, you could already see the familiar silhouette of Sam sitting by himself on the steps of the entrance. The stairs weren’t high at all, and it emphasized how tall he’d gotten in the last couple of months. He hugged himself, hunched over with his eyes closed as he inhaled and exhaled slowly.

Taking in a few breaths of anticipation yourself, you awkwardly walked over to him, steps wobbly and unsure. He looked up at the sound of heels meeting concrete, and you froze. He was wide-eyed, and looking at you. God knows you never thought he’d be able to look at you like that. For a moment, it was like time itself had stopped. The dust floating in the air stilled and butterflies stopped flapping their wings. Sam Winchester, in the suit that was much too big for him, in leather shoes beat up by hours of running around and chasing monsters, sat on the concrete stairs of his school and stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Hey,” you were the first to break the silence.

“Hey,’’ a small smile appeared on his face. He pat the space next to him, taking your hand so you could sit down without falling over. “I like the dress. Isn’t this the one you wore last year? When we did that shifter case in Oklahoma?”

You chuckled, “Yeah. I’m surprised you remember.”

“Of course I’d remember.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks at how casually he said it, and suddenly a random streetlight was the most interesting thing to stare at. Anything was more interesting to look at than his stupidly beautiful and kind eyes.

Sam spoke up again, “You didn’t have to come here, you know. I could’ve just gone back to the motel.”

“And waste this outfit?” you gestured to his ill-fitting suit, grinning wide. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed, and somehow you think this was the first real laugh he’d let out in the past week. He was less tense now, more open. This was the Sammy you knew. This was the joy you wanted him to feel for as long as you were around.

“Dance with me,” you stood up, offering your hand to him. “That’s what you’re supposed to do at prom, right?”

His eyes widened, his back slouching as if he was trying to hide from you, “Uh, no.”

“Come onnn, Sammy!”

“No!” he laughed, trying to scoot away from you. You tried to grab his wrist, but his sudden movement threw you off balance, causing you to nearly fall over... but Sam caught you. He held a firm grip on your arm, forcing you to notice just how much he’s grown up. His arms were strong; toned from years of John’s training in addition to hunting. Now standing, he was taller than both his father and brother, yet he felt uncomfortable in his body. Like he didn’t know what to do with all of it. Like he was still just awkward, nerdy Sam. But he wasn’t. Not anymore. You didn’t really know how to feel about that.

“Thanks,” you said breathlessly, trying to come back to reality. “Dance with me? I can hear your school’s speakers all the way from here. Let’s make the most of it, hm?”

“Okay,” he agreed, finally, looking a little awestruck by what just happened. Gently, he placed his hands, which were much larger than yours, on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The muffled sound of Whitney Houston’s “Saving All My Love For You” echoed from inside the school. The two of you started swaying slowly to the music, just enjoying each other’s company. There were no monsters here tonight, and there was no hunting to be done.

Your eyes flickered upwards to look at Sam, his own eyes closed and his lips pressed into a peaceful smile. For once, he looked 17. For once, he was just a boy.

Resting your head on his chest as the music swept you away into another world, there was one thought that lingered in your mind: this was how things should be.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #team free will #dean winchester #jared padalecki

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mxtxfanatic · 2 months

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I don't want to put this in the tags, since people are just having fun, but I figure you probably won't mind hearing my anon-complaints. I'm getting super annoyed by the recent influx of Jiang Chang related SVSSS crossover posts (and fics to a lesser extent).

Seeing JC interact with the PIDW world could be incredibly interesting, but the posts I keep spotting are all about the woobiefied fanon version of JC. JC and YQY are not all that much alike (JC isn't remotely loyal to WWX), and I don't think he'd get along well with LQG. The JC and SJ dynamic actually does seem like it would be fun to read, but with how toxic they both are it would be 'fun' more in the 'watching a car crash in slow motion' sort of way, rather then anything wholesome.

Anyway, mini-rant over!

Fanon: Everyone in svsss would just love Jiang Cheng!

Canon: Shen Qingqiu would take one look at Jiang Cheng and just assume that the natural state of PIDW requires a canon fodder villain to be killed. Assuming he was some previously no-named lackey, after the second time Jiang Cheng attacks Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t try to save him, anymore. Nobody else would have even cared to try.

Anyways, I know exactly what posts you’re talking about and exactly which blog keeps making them. Unfortunately for me, tumblr is trying this new thing out called “if the blog you blocked is a jc stan, the block doesn’t count,” so fuck people “having fun” in the tags. If I can’t have fun with canon on my own dash, no one is allowed to have fun with fanon on it, either ��

#svsss asks #mdzs asks #anon #for legal purposes that last sentence was a joke #this isn’t the first time fanon jc-centric crossovers have happened #when jc stans get to feeling like the mdzs fandom is ‘too toxic’#for discussing canon jc #they start fantasizing about jc ‘escaping’ mdzs #to live out his undeserved happiness in other books #as if those characters would like him any better #please they don’t even like their OWN antagonists!#nobody’s gonna have time to baby some manchild #that they have no personal connection to to begin with #jc is dying in svsss because he raises every character flag #that that should be his ending in a typical book of that style #sqh ain’t developing him and neither is sqq!#if he survived ‘narrative destiny’ then lbh is def killing him #the first time he snaps at sqq for *anything*#but what am i even saying: no way in hell #jc gets accepted to cang qiong mountain sect anyways #he’s huan hua if he’s in any sect #so lbh is def killing him during sqq’s 5-year death nap

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foressfaction · 1 month

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Welcome to my silly blog

Heya. I’m Toby/Tobias some people can call me Twat I guess. I am fond of the nickname TobyTot too it’s cute. I am an adult and make content here for fandoms. At the moment it’s Creepypasta. I am an artist, writer and cosplayer.

You’ll probably see me post my art, writing and cosplays here. I have other socials too I can list below.

- Tiktok: Foressfaction

- Instagram: foressfactionn/hxtchetsout/t0byb0y

I mainly draw and cosplay mainly from the Slenderverse/Creepypasta universe

I post things like my Toby rewrite, silly little one shot stories of ships or scenarios I am fond of.

I am working on a comic called Dystopia. It’s based on mostly slenderverse

I have an Oc I post here often. Here’s some more on him —> Cross-X info sheet

I am THE Toby enthusiast so expect lots of rambles and art of him. He’s the guy ever.

I’m open for dms and asks if you feel welcome to!

I enjoy the grunge aesthetic and plants, I love many genres of music and art. I do digital art and traditional along with some painting though what I post here will be more digital. I write passionately about my interests and characters. Cats, raccoons and foxes are my current favorite animals. I enjoy orange and green toned things. I like forests and going out into nature when ever I can (and my body let me.) I take photography photos of said forests and trips I take. I enjoy piercings and have a few myself, along with sour flavored things. I absolutely love the smell of lavender and won’t leave the house unless I reak of it (real) I am protective of my friends and partner and will give the world for them. I am a taken lil guy and I love my boyfriend dearly even if we can’t talk much.

I love horror movies, Scream being my favorite franchise, followed closely by Jaws and many many shark films and documentaries. I am a film fanatic and will talk during movie theatres…. I aspire to become a film director and make my own stories and bring them to life via film. I love the ocean and sea creatures. SHARKS. I will ramble about sharks and other interests. I tend to speak a lot on certain topics easily even if it was started over something completely different. I can probably talk for hours on voice calls. I play Genshin sometimes and Roblox mainly at the moment. I own a cat and his name is Mr fuggles and another whose name is Nim Nims. I named them both hop off.

I am neurodivergent and need tone tags, I am diagnosed ADHD and Anxiety disorders so be weary of those things. I am not easily offended or set off unless my friends are hurt. I have (at the moment) undiagnosed Autism. I take that very lightly as again I am not medically recognized due to financial problems but I will state it anyways to let people know it’s a possibility.

My favorite current ships at the moment are (they are links)

-Tack/Ticcijack

- Ticciwork

Table of contents for my writing and rants (they are links)

Toby Headcanons

Toby Family Headcanons

Friends one shot

Rewrite link on wattpad

Origin of Cross-x on Quotev

Fatal instinct mini fic

Nails mini fic

Unposted headcanons

#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #eyeless jack #crossxcreepypasta #crossx #creepy pasta oc #oc #intro post #introduction #digital artist #cosplayer #clockwork creepypasta #clockwork #creepypasta cosplay #cosplay #i write too much about too little

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envious-dior · 10 months

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SKIN CARE SCIENTIST HEADCANONS

headcanons if you, a scientist, were apart of grace augustine’s team and managed to score not one, not two, but THREE hotties !! (tsu’tey, neytiri and our favorite colonizer, jake !!)

i will format this properly and prettily LATER

i have HEADCANONS and THOTS and they need to be released

that’s so emo of me tehe !!! “released”

okay back to one of my previous posts about YOU (but not really you, it’s just an OC without a name really) being on augustine’s team and literally only being there for skincare purposes

you bedazzled your name tag, you have a pink lab coat and bedazzled goggles !!! queen shit

its actually hilarious bc you probably only got recruited after writing a compliant about her book on botany bc it didn’t have the properties on how it does with human skin, is it a natural moisturizer or sunscreen or what auggie ???

and that somehow got you recruited

you are always talking back and need to have the last word she HATES you

jake on the other ??? y’all are BESTIES. he ADORES you to pieces

you call him “meals on wheels” after hearing lyle make a comment about it (again) bc you thought it was hilarious. you are the only he doesn’t mind hearing it from !!

anyways you and jake are besties from day one !!

this will be a fic one day and bc i self project, you now have curly hair (you are tender headed like me :(( )

you are FLABBERGASTED when your avatar has straight hair bro you are LIVID

you went on a rant for like five minutes after seeing your avatar and jake literally went heart eyes on you, baby boy has been crushing since DAY ONE

you, on the other hand, have not !!

he adores it when you complain. you complain a lot.

youre probably a privileged kid, you hate bugs, but adore the floral life of pandora. you are literally sobbing on your uncomfortable bed as you hear, whatever pandora adjacent of a cricket is, making noise near your ears you are trembling and you are complaining to anyone who will listen

jake is listening and has definitely killed more bugs than he could count

you are there when jake runs away to play with the flowers !!

and you look hot, auggie (grace augustine, you call her auggie) forbade you from wearing your skirts but you have jean shirts, a blouse tucked in or whatever, your killing shir !! girl boss girl queen !!

jake decides to fucking KILL YALL but taunting wild animals

you hate white men

you do not have an athletic bone in your body, you are literally whining and he’s telling you to stfu.

do you listen ??? no absolutely not, why listen to a white boy who was in the military ?? there is no good reason too !!!

yea Neytiri hates the absolute both of yall when she’s stalking y’all

you are also going heart eyes on her, as well as jake . jake type of people is people who are way out of his league apparently, or rich heirs(heiresses)

jakes trying to flirt while you’re absolutely silent bc lordy lord SHES SO PRETTY !!!

she had a symmetrical face, wide doe eyes and pretty lips you literally don’t stop thinking about her features, she’s so pretty you cannot look away

she thinks ur the fucking weirdest bro

but tsu’tey ??? TSU’TEY ???

you love a man whose holding a literal blade to your queue !!!! jake has an awkward hard on he doesn’t know whether to be jealous of you or tsu’tey

in this au ?? POLY RELATIONSHIPS RAAAAAAAAH

your probably semi-fluent in navi bc… ur actually meant to be on pandora lol

you tug on jake’s ear when he tries to approach etyukan (??? idk how to spell his name yall sorry) and now ensures a mini argument between the two of you

"JACOB CAN YOU FUCKING NOT—”

i wholeheartedly believe in jake sully’s full name being jacob timothy sully

it’s just right i cannot explain it he looks like a jacob timothy sully

ur mini dispute is only interrupted by mo’at whose touching all over you

you ??? heart eyes. you love her voice, the way she speaks, how she pronounces certain words !!!

i love mo’at and her voice she’s amazing she’s everything to me

she probably hates you

“im apart of the jarhead clan 🤓” you are stifling GIGGLED

BECAUSE THATS SO STUPID ??? ITS STUPID !!

you explain that ur a scientist, but ur not just any scientist, youre a cool scientist !! skincare RAAAAAH !!

they are not impressed with you. tsu’tey, who you decided that you will marry one day, is snorting at your words and calls you an idiot.

you are HEARTBROKEN

jake is now stifling his own giggles

he doesn’t laugh he GIGGLES he’s my lil meowmeow

mo’at decides neytiri will have to teach jake and you their ways, you are definitely complaining bc you can’t run without bursting a lung but she shoots you a look and you instantly quiet down

because it’s mo’at if she tells me to stfu, im shutting the fuck up what can i say

neytiri has to deal with two dimbasses and tsu’tey laughs until mo’at decides he’s also helping

PLOT TWIST !!!

yea that’s all i got im so tired imma head to sleep yall goodnight

#⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀❛⠀ my writing ! ⠀❜⠀⠀ᥫ᭡⠀⠀ˎˊ #• ˚₊✩⠀— dior dior dior !!#jake sully x reader #tsu’tey x reader #neytiri x reader #diors stupid headcanons !!#avatar headcanons !!

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