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woobifiedvillain · 7 months
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The fun thing about having trust issues is being too scared to tell anyone about the trust issues (because you can't bring yourself to trust them even if logically you know it'd probably be fine. Hence "issues")
#the gremlin has emotions#I am realizing I may have not told several friends about some important shit#but the problem is the shit is essentially. well. its more broad but FOR THEM it boils down to#Im scared of everyone all the time. and unfortunately. this includes you#and its a problem because I should probably clarify some shit but I dont want them to be like why not and take it personally#or try and justify why I can trust them w stuff because I know from experience that that will make me panic and then I wont be able to tell#them jack shit for months at least#and how do you tell someone like hey I need to tell you something - YOU NEED TO REACT WELL this is a load bearing interaction#like. can I do exposure therapy on myself thats basically the attempt. and. doubt.jpg#there's also this whole other thing where several people I know have expressed they notice when I am uncomfortable#and Im like. on one hand huh you care enough to notice but also no fuck you stop doing that dont perceive me#but ALSO they keep trying to be like just tell me if im making you uncomfortable#and like! in theory I understand this! UNFORTUNATELY. emotionally. nah#also though. like. some of the stuff that makes me deeply afraid and uncomfortable is shit I *know* for a fact they're not gonna stop doing#and tbh can't even decide how I feel about that because I haven't met anyone willing to not do it just because it scares me and like. feels#like a lot to ask. but also. well. at the moment I cannot resolve this. so. if I'm gonna trust you I need you to promise not to do the thing#(but literally nobody I know is willing to do that so Ive just given up asking but do you see how this is a circle shaped problem)
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dcxdpdabbles · 1 month
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ok but imagine
batman with gun tim time travels to the past but instead of trying to seduce baby tim to the dark side he,,, ignores him
after all baby tim is young and pragmatic he'll realize that company policy is ineffective and kill people gets shit done
no bwg!tim has more important things to handle
like killing the ppl who murder his boo danny
and he knows exactly who to target
bonus points if tim and danny aren't dating yet
extra bonus points if they haven't even met yet
The plan was simple really. Time travel and start the correct way to handle criminals early. Take out the people that had taken from him the only person he really loved.
His past self was still running around trying to talk the Bats down from murderous rage, and while that itched, it was a lesson he needed to learn in order to finally wake up and properly get things done.
Tim saw no reason to track him down. He's stubborn as a mule, he can admit that, and his past self heartily believes that the crazy bastards should be locked away instead of put down. It would be ages before he could get close to getting him to listen to what Tim had to say.
Time, ironically, is not something he has to waste. The machine that brought him back had preset departer times. If he missed it then Gotham in ten years would be without it's Batman.
The carefuly iron control he has over the city would be questioned, and some fools would try to make a power grab in the sudden vaccum Batman had left behind.
So while it would take years for his past self to come to his senses, it would happen on its own, and Tim was alright with waiting for it. What he wouldn't allow to repeat itself was the death of his lover.
His plan involved killing the people that killed Danny. What Tim forgot in his grief was that those very people were the ones to raise Danny.
Yes, Jack and Maddie Fenton had killed their son in an accident. The ray gun that they designed had been faulty and had exploded in wide outburst instead of shooting straight.
It was meant to paralyze the ghost for capture.
Instead, it attacked ghost cores in horrific, fast-acting disintegration. Tim remembers the blast washing over him, the green ripples doing nothing to him as a human, and for a brief second thinking it funny that their gun was just a fancy light show, only to hear Jack Fenton's cry of celebration.
Then Danny's scream of agony.
His skin had been falling off, and Tim had been rooted to the spot watching his boyfriend, his lover, his entire moral compass melt before his eyes.
He had watched Maddie's smug face break into hysterical grief when Danny's ghost form vanished, and the sluggish body that fell to the floor with a splat had been her son. The two scientists had reached Danny first, and the fools had begged him to hold on.
As if they were not the ones to have done this, indirectly or not.
Danny's last words had been "I forgive you. I love you"
and then he was gone. In seconds his Danny was lost. He had died painfully, unfairly, and all because his parents had believed in their bigotry so purely they never saw reason to change their minds, even when there were signs their son was part of the group they loath so much.
The Fentons hadn't even been charged with Danny's death. It was deemed an accident; the worst they had to do was pay a fine for their blast, knocking out the power. All because ghosts were not protected under meta laws, and Danny was no longer recognized as human.
Tim hated them more than any villain in the world, hated that they lived well, Danny did not.
His own comfort was that they couldn't live with themselves either. Jack Fenton had taken his life the night after the funeral Jassmin had planned for Danny. Maddie Fenton had lost her mind, speaking to the air as though her husband and son were still there, and was moved to an asylum by a grief-stricken daughter.
There she died of a broken heart.
Tim took care of Jazz, he felt that Danny would have wanted him to, but she was never the same again. She was one of the first to agreed with him that Batman had to stop people before they went too far.
That thinking "they'll come around" was no longer an option. She made him the bullets for the gun that killed Bruce's parents, and she was the one that watched that same gun put down the Joker.
It was the first time she smiled in years.
All that hurt because of these fools.
Tim wasn't going to let them hurt anyone anymore. He aims his gun at the shaking forms of Jack and Maddie Fenton, their pathetic attempt to fight him off, were nothing comparied to his training.
He had them on their knees, bound to hold still, and with one push of his finger, the toxic outlook on ghosts would die with them.
But foolish-loving Danny wasn't about to let him put them in the ground where they belonged. The boy had thrown himself in front of them with a cry, throwing up a shield seconds before the bullets found their mark.
The Fenton couple gasped while Danny turned to them with clear worry. "Are you alright?"
Tim felt as if though he was kicked in the chest, seeing the boy- for he was a boy. How had he forgotten that his love died so young? Now with all the years under Tim's belt, did he truly see how pre-maturely Danny had died.
He was as beautiful as the day Tim lost him, but he was far too pure and innocent now. Tim's killing was a necessary that ruined him, while Danny remained kind and forgiving till the end.
He can't stop the rush of air that threathens to burn tears into his eyes escape him. Thankfully his training kicks in and Batman is able to shut everything that was Tim in his mind.
All that remain was the mission within human shape.
Danny growls, voice as cold as his ice core "Who are you?!"
"I'm Batman"
"Liar!" The boy hisses, thin pieces of frost growing around his green shield. "Batman doesn't kill!"
Tim scoffs, "Killing is the only way to stop more death."
Danny doesn't respond. He merely shoots a blast at him, momentarily dropping his shield, and Batman rolls away. He will overwhelm the boy and get him out of the way.
Then, he will do what he came to accomplish. Danny must know that, for he sees the moment, he shuts away his own human part and melts into Phantom.
The young ghost who took on a King for his people and became the hero that supported Red Robin above all else.
Phantom leaps at him, and Batman meets him halfway, each wearing emotionless expressions that promise a fight to the bitter end.
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lowkeycasanova · 8 months
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you ain't my boyfriend, i ain't your girlfriend
Based on the song "Boyfriend" by Ariana Grande & Social House
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“Do you think anyone in the friend group is dating?” Lydia inquired while you threw on an oversized shirt over your swimsuit.
You raised a brow. “I mean, Jett and Samantha.”
“I already know about them.”
"Well...no? Why?" you asked.
"I don't know why, but I feel like Vinnie and Julia have something going on."
That got your attention.
"Huh?"
"I mean, I could be wrong. I just see them together a lot it seems, so I wondered." She shrugged.
"Well-" you started. "They haven't even known each other that long."
"True. Just a thought."
You both went from your spot in the guest room across the hallway to Vinnie's room to call him downstairs.
Upon arriving, you hear laughing from two people. You didn't think anything of it until you saw Vinnie and Julia side by side on the bed, him showing her a something on his phone and she's the main one laughing.
"Hey!" Lydia greeted. "We were just trying to get everyone downstairs. Jett is firing up the grill as we speak."
"Cool, I'm sure my sister is looking for me anyways." Julia stated and got up from the foot of the bed."
She made eye contact with you and you gave her a closed mouth smile. She walked away with a little attitude in her hips and you felt your chest twist up when you saw Vinnie's eyes follow her out the room.
Why would Lydia put that thought in your head? If you hadn't already disliked the idea of them together, you surely did now.
Vinnie followed you both downstairs. Jack had planned a get together with all the friends... just because. There was even a water slide in the backyard.
These people could be so extra, but they were fun regardless.
You mingled around, talking to friends and saying hello to any new people. Every once in a while, you'd see Julia standing next to Vinnie, recording him for whatever reason. You felt yourself getting hot and didn't even realized you eyed her up and down until after.
Anyways.
A few minutes later, you met up with Evan in the backyard by the pool, a friend you met through Vinnie, but didn't know all too well yet.
"Hey!" you greeted him and brought him into a hug. "How have you been?"
"I've been good." he smiled.
"You just had a birthday right?"
"Yeah!" he smiled wider like he was happy you remembered.
"Well happy belated." you said and gave him another hug. "Sorry I couldn't be there."
"Thanks. It's cool though." he hugged you back.
You two began to catch up on things that recently happened in your lives since the last time you saw each other. Which was a while ago. He's so nice and easy to talk to. You wonder why you never really talked that much to each other before.
What you didn't know, was that Vinnie was observing the entire interaction.
He was sitting on top of the table a few feet away, talking to Jordan when seeing you with Evan started to distract him. He was looking past Jordan and subtly leaning forward to get a better look, nearly missing every other word he was saying but trying not to seem obvious.
(Refer to the picture I used)
And if looks could kill, Evan would be done for.
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You were in the kitchen sipping on your drink when Vinnie approached you, and leaned against the counter with his arms causally across his chest.
“Hey.”
You gave him a nod back.
"What are you doing over here by yourself?"
"Got me a drink." you gestured to your glass. Sometimes you got so nervous around him that you couldn't even look him in the eye.
Vinnie glances over at the people in his line of sight and he gets a glimpse of Evan walking across the room.
"There go your boyfriend." he uttered, trying to hide that proud smirk on his face knowing he probably hit a nerve.
"Huh?" you quickly turned in his direction.
He dipped his head down by your ear and you swore you could feel his lips graze it. "Evan." he simply stated as if he wasn't annoyed by the idea.
You hated how cheeky he was being. You heard him perfectly fine.
"We're not dating." you revealed in defense.
"Well it's obvious that he wants to hit. It's embarrassing actually."
You rolled your eyes. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
Then you remembered a someone who'd been by Vinnie's side since she got here.
"Why are you talking about me? What about you and Julia?"
Now it was his turn to get defensive.
"Me and Julia?? Who told you that?"
"A little birdie told me." you shrugged.
"We don't have anything going on. I mean, she's cool and all but I don't know her like that. And she's more of Payton's friend than mine."
"Hmm," you said in response as if you weren't convinced.
Vinnie scoffed. "Whatever. It's not like you and I are dating anyway."
"Yeah, so lets just drop it." you agreed.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good."
He was about to say something else but your stubborn ass wasn't about to let him have the last word.
You finished your drink in one swing before stating, "excuse me" as you put the glass to his chest and he grabbed in on instinct to not let it fall as you let go of it before making your way to the backyard again.
You both smirked behind each other's backs as the bickering made you like each other even more.
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factual-fantasy · 1 month
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26 ASKS! THANKS EVERYONE! 🥰✨
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Me too man. But my mental and physical health is kind'a tanking atm. I just don't have the energy to pick up a passion project of that scale right now..
If you're patient and stick around though, we're bound to see more of my FNAF security breach AU someday.. Once I can get on top of all this crap I'm dealing with-
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I AM restingggg 😫 I haven't left my home for any significant amount of time for like 3 weeks- I cant rest any harder! XD
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@beryl-shade
Google seems to suggest that an oreo cookie character already exists. "Prime Oreo Cookie" I believe..? :0
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@solst1ce-sketches (In response to this post(?))
:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like him!! :}}
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(First repair guy) (Second repair guy)
They are different repair guys, and they both do not have a name.. 😔
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@lobitowhiteeliaz
Not quite sure what you're asking.. so I'll just answer in multiple ways!
My favorite movies of all time are Pixars cars 1 and 3. I cannot watch either without crying 😭 they are my absolute favorites and I hold them very close to my soul 💖
Still to this day, even after all this time, Gravity Falls is my top favorite show. Despite all the cringe I made for it back in the day- it still holds up as my most beloved show I've ever drawn about.
As for fandom, like the people? I thiiiink the FNAF fandom was my favorite to interact with..? I remember a lot of interaction with the fans in general, which meant a lot to me :)
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Bibi and Cici are just odd little critters XD though Bibi is very cat-like in nature and Cici is based on a mouse :0
I'm not sure how they feel about being dolls. I'd assume they don't really mind it! XD
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Not sure what you mean but I assume you're right XDD
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@something3706
Thank you! Though I don't take requests, sorry!
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She is indeed a kid, but that's becuase all I had to go off of was her info picture and fanart I saw of her. For some reason a lot of art I saw of Sally depicted her as this total gremlin character that's always getting into trouble.
So I thought hey! Why not make it so she fell to "Earth" as a little tot and was raised by Poppy? In present day she could be like 13-15 and her chaotic energy would make sense and be fun to mess with!
Though after watching GTlive do a vid on the Halloween update, I realize that I wrote her personality completely wrong. Sooo I miiight need to rework her entire story and character- whoops! <XDD
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Considering Sally is gonna need some restructuring, I'm not sure where Poppy stands atm-- <:DD
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@fawncr33k
I saw your comment on a post that shows you now know the answer to this- but just to clarify it for everyone else!-
Octo and Seafoam are not gay, nor a couple. Seafoam's heart belongs to Blue Beauty! Him and Octo are just friends/brothers.
Also thank you! :DD I'm honored!
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@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)
AAAA Thank you!! :DD I've very glad you like them! :D And I'm not sure how a meeting with the pirates and cowboys would go.. its funny though becuase a lot of Canned Tuna's design was copied from Canned Beans cookie. Even the name! So if they ever met maybe they'd have a stand off XDD
I haven't thought much about how the Captain would react.. maybe the Vegimals are something he just cant wrap his head around and chooses not to talk about it XDD
BUT CALICO JACK!! SEEING VEGIMALS BEFORE?? WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT!! The Vegimals could be these huge fish creatures when they grow old! And Jack could have SEEN ONE/HEARD OF THEM BEFORE!! Why didn't I think of that?? XDD I'll have to draw something like that sometime!!
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@yourstrulylightstar283
Thank you so much!! :D My favorite Donkey Kong game has to be the only one I've ever played, the original Donkey Kong Country!
I also loved Diddy Kong racing, though I see that it doesn't count <XD
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@astaherussy
I've heard of Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva boss. I saw the Hazbin pilot ages ago and have seen some episodes of Helluva.. Though they're not really my taste.. <:/
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@badlyblurry (Post in question)
:D Thank you! Now I didn't really do any proper research after the fact so I hope the Octonauts info is accurate! <XDD
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THANK YOU!!! :DDD
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@djh4l0v3rv3r
I think Poppy Playtime it pretty neat! Though I haven't seen a playthrough of chapter 3 yet so I haven't formed an opinion on the smiling critters. :0 Other than their smiles are WAY too big and creepy XDDD
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Holy cow.. what a crazy read! I'm not much of a gamer myself but I have GOT to watch somebody play this! :00 Thank you for the info! :D
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@raptor1312
WAIT THIS GAME WAS ON THE WII?? I was thinking it was a fangame made for PC??? Like on steam?? ITS A LEGIT RELEASE?? WHAT???
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It was sooooo much tedious coloringggg... 💀💀 Worth it tho XDD
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AAAA IM GLAD YOU NOTICED!! :DD
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@shaziztrazh
AWWWW!! HOW COOL!! I love the mermaid approach!! :DD SO PREBBY!!! ✨🤩✨🥥✨
Also thank you so much!! :DDD
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(Post in question)
XDD Turns out ditto is my spirit Pokémon-
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@nunyabusiness459
AAAA I'm so glad you're interested in him! Uuuunfortunately,, looking back it seems the only artwork I have of Melvin is just a bunch of strange angst for no good reason-
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So I'm afraid I don't really have any artwork to share,, and most of the story has already been told.. but this ask makes me want to come back to Melvin sometime! Maybe expand on his story more, or just draw him again in general!
So thank you for the ask/interest, perhaps we'll see more of Melvin someday! :D
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beauleifu · 1 year
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Hello! Can you write a oneshot or a headcanon (platonic, ofc) about Macaque with a reserved but also very outgoing child? (like those kids that are calm and reserved but if you mention something they really like they just go off and start rambling all happy and excited)
I had this idea in my head for a little while, I think it'd be really funny and wholesome if he just appeared at Pigsy's Noodles w/ his child and everyone's like "wh- YOU'RE A DAD??? WHEN??? HOW????" and he just watches with that Tired Parent Look™ as his kid stares directly at MK and goes "YOU'RE THAT MONKIE GUY ON THE TV!!!"
Sorry for any errors! English is not my first language, I apologize for the long text aswell, I'm just an absolute sap for the "tired but loving dad" trope also you can totally delete my ask or skip it if you don't want to write it!! Thank you either way, your writing is wonderful :) !
All right! *cracks fingers, snaps neck- whoops-*
You got it anon! Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I realized headcanons are easier to write than an actual oneshot considering the limited time I have to write nowadays. But I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the ask! <333
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MACAQUE X CHILD!READER
Lego Monkie Kid
Context: Long ago, a wise old monkey had taken you under his wing, to train you and teach you the ways- okay, let's save the theatrics for later, that's Macaque's thing. Your father figure. Honestly, he's growing on you, and it's starting to show now that people are pointing it out.
TW: None!
HEADCANNONS
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Macaque doesn't normally take you somewhere where conflict is bound to arise. He'd prefer someplace more peaceful, like a park/museum/theater. Unless, of course, he's in the mood for adventure and will literally take you skydiving without a permit.
Totally the irresponsible dad. He's protective as FUCK, let's make that clear, but in the end he trusts you to take care of yourself
perhaps a bit too much, and even you think that
He'll encourage you to pet that snake
He'll give you the thumbs up if you wanted to climb to the top of the weather tower during a thunderstorm
Like "Go get 'em, (Y/N)! Make your father proud!"
With such a dramatic character when it comes to encouraging you, Macaque will become insanely tired. He'll be snoring on the couch and won't wake up even if you stacked all the furniture in the house on his back
Speaking of the house, he and you live far away from any danger
This guy didn't know jack shit about being a dad at first (you kind of hat to teach him, oh how the turns have tabled) But once he understood the basics, he took the reins, eager to impress you and earn your respect. Macaque isn't usually a sucker for developing any relationship with Earthly figures, but you were the only exception. He'd lay awake at night thinking if he's making the right choice, then slapping himself for even considering abandoning you. You are too precious.
Which is why he's totally, utterly wrapped around your little finger
So when you ask to get take-out at Pigsy's Noodles, it doesn't take much effort to sway his stoic resolve
"Dad. Pops. Papa. Father of mine," you say, grabbing his face, looking a lot older than you actually are. "Please!"
Since Macaque can't turn his face to the side (squished as it is), he sighs dramatically and closes his eyes. You catch the faint, irritated twitch of his tail, but that's about the only hint of Fed-Up Parent you can detect.
"(Y/N), Megapolis is miles away."
"You have shadow magic!"
"You can't just abuse my powers, especially now that you've decided to abuse yours," he grunts, albeit grinning at you. He' loosing.
Triumph fills your chest. "I can handle it! Uncle Pigsy would love to see me!"
"Uncle!?" Macaque splutters, finally escaping your grip. Shocked eyes blink down at you. "Sweetheart, you haven't even met Pigsy, you've only seen him from afar."
You blink up, flaunting those devil-may-care puppy eyes.
Oh, he hates it when you do that.
"Puh-lease! I'll do anything! i'll scratch your back! Do my chores before games! I-I'll stay out of your secret stash of peaches!" You gasp, flopping down on the soft carpet lining the floor. You consider the intricate pattern for a moment, then mutter under your breath; "Even though you said you hate those. . . ."
Macaque fixes you with a stern look. "You know about that, huh?"
"Mayyybe."
Like I said, not that much effort. The guy may be invulnerable to harm at best, but his immortality falls short under your tactics. Persuasive skills that he taught you to use.
Sucks how plans backfire, huh?
When you two do get to the shop, however, Macaque goes into full parent-mode
He doesn't care if you think it's uncool, you're holding his hand and that's that. He'd get you one of those child harnesses but thank the stars you'd convinced him you're worth more than such a humiliating child-control device.
So in you go, holding hands, Macaque glaring at anyone who spares you a curious glance.
When Macaque sees who's at the counter, he almost does a 180 out of there
It's MK.
Of all people.
He hasn't seen the two of you yet, though. You feel Macaque's paw tighten over your small, nimble fingers, and you can't help but squeeze back in return, asking a silent question.
It's times like these where you don't know what to do. You're still a child, even if this was your idea.
But then you spot who's at the counter
and At the same time, Pigsy comes 'round the corner with a giant tray of noodles- fit for the exact number of people surrounding the Monkie Kid. Suddenly, Macaque realizes who all is there.
This guy
Parent-Panic-Pro
The literal Monkey King is the first to turn head, eyes landing on Macaque first. You can tell instantly his fight-or-flight response just kicked in; shoulders tensing, teeth baring, eyes widening (oh yes, typical ex behavior- HAHA)
Then, all heads are turning.
And Monkey King's eyes land on you
Macaque steps in front of you, form tense and on high alert. "Heyyyy," he says, awkwardly.
The Monkey King tilts his head, perhaps confused as to why his old friend is protecting a little kid. Then he realizes. Poor guy connects the dots, lets out an unholy gasp of astonishment, and points and the both of you
"YOU. YOU- AND THEM- MACISTHATYOURKID-"
Pandemonium.
At least, in the most gentle context. MK and his friends do a double take, the Monkey King is gaping and trying to figure out who could ever love Macaque to result in this- and your dad just completely gives up. He gives you this look, like 'see why I was against bringing you here'
And you know. And your eyes say sorry, that you'll make it up to him later
Typical silent father/child communicating
(you guys are really good at that, communicating through your eyes or expressions. it helps in crowds)
That is, until your eyes fall on MK and realize for the first time that he's actually there
And Macaque's face falls into an impossibly disappointed facade (really, he's happy you're socializing) as you let go of his hand and prance right up to MK, eyes literal stars.
Thank goodness for MK, for he's kind and patient enough to let you blabble and gush on about how cool he is and how you've stayed up to date on the latest chaos he's incited (poor dude looks a bit downcast at that)
Funny how you went to such a well-behaved, shy kid to an energetic hyper-fixated gremlin in two seconds
All the while, Pigsy is listening, Monkey King corners Macaque and quietly demands answers (the two of them talk in the background for awhile as you socialize)
Noodles are served
There's just so many people in Pigsy's Noodles that the owner himself couldn't keep track of who ordered what, so everyone just got the same thing- and lots of it
In the end, you're all sitting down at the table (everyone had worked together to gather as many spare tables/chairs as possible to sit together at one huge-ass table)
You insisted you sit with Mei and MK in order to interrogate them about their adventures
OF course, you mean well, and they know that. And Macaque never pulls you aside because he likes seeing you like this, it makes him happy knowing you're indulging in the things you love, and he deosn't have the heart to tell you it's almost time to go home.
So you stay there for awhile, chatting with Mk and his friends
You get to know Pigsy (he doesn't mind being called your uncle, said at this point he's practically everyone's uncle or dad)
But alas
You're bit a child
And towards the end of the night, aftter everyone is stuffed full of noodles, you're conked out in your chair, slumped and snoring softly, eyes fluttering from dreaming
Everyone glances at you, how fucking adorable you are
Macaque straightens, clears his throat, says it's time for him to leave
Sun Wukong stops him for a moment, just to say
"Keep them safe, Mac."
Of course, like the #1 Dad he is, Macaque snorts. "I think I know more about raising a kid than you do, Wukong. I'll . . . see you out there."
Then he picks you up, carefully, so you stay sleeping, and walks out
but not before turning around to thank everyone for dinner
For once, they offer smiles (some are weaker and less meaningful than others, but props for trying. Macaque is kinda responsible for a lot of pain in their lives, anyways)
You don't register any of it, too full of noodles and new information regarding your idols
Macaque knows he'll never hear the end of it
Perhaps that's a good thing, considering the fond smile on his face as he gently carries you home, lays you in bed, and pulls the covers over your snoring form. He eagerly awaits the morning to which you'll wake him up excitedly ranting about tonight, about how you want to do it again
And he's wrapped around your little finger, so if course he'll listen to you
this guy would move the world for you
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queermania · 9 months
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(last reblog made me realize something but i didn't want to add it to the post or in the tags because it's spoilery if you've only seen up to s8)
there are a lot of reasons why cas' confession is so unsatisfying to me but one of the reasons i haven't been able to articulate until now is that it kind of.... undoes everything that preceded it? cas gives voice to the thing we've all been watching play out for twelve years and that should feel like a win, it should feel like relief, because happiness isn't in the having, it's in the just being, it's in the just saying, right? but, in saying it, cas removed the being part of it from everything that happened prior. cas' speech made it feel like we haven't been watching two people who are in queer love and who are very much in a queer relationship.
instead, we've been watching a guy secretly pining for another guy who may or may not have secretly loved him back. and that... is not true to the story i've been watching unfold? that only works if i accept the premise that the writers and the actors and the directors and the crew and the editors weren't actually telling a queer love story to the best of their ability the whole time. and i don't accept that! they were telling the story!! it was on purpose!!!
like, the reason dean's confession-prayer in purgatory is satisfying is because it doesn't undo anything that came before it.
Cas? Cas, I hope you can hear me… that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong. I-- Ohh. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know -- I know that it's -- i-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just -- it comes out. And I can't -- I can't stop it. No matter how -- how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And -- and I-I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long -- I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm -- I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. Okay.
this is dean reiterating everything we as an audience already know because we've already seen it (dean wants cas there and he regrets letting him go and there is nothing cas could do that would make dean actually give up on him). if you replace "best friend" with literally anything else that effectively means "romantic partner" this still works. it doesn't change it at all. this is dean and cas. this is destiel. this is the story i've been watching since lazarus rising. maybe even the pilot.
contrast that with 15x18, however:
I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it . . . I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean . . . I love you.
this is a different story. it changes everything. and, like, i think that was supposed to be the point, but unfortunately for me it is one of the reasons it doesn't work. why doesn't cas think he can have dean? is it simply because he thinks dean doesn't want him back?? is it because he thinks dean is straight?? like, the fact that i don't instinctively know the answer to that is a problem, and the reason i don't know the answer is because it doesn't jive with the show i've been watching for fifteen seasons. castiel's confession is the conclusion to a different show's run, one where they were actually queerbaiting the whole time and decided to throw the fans a bone at the very end.
but they weren't queerbaiting. they were writing textually queer characters with textually queer relationships.
and so a speech where cas is confessing to being in love with dean even though he thinks dean's straight doesn't really work at any point in the show's timeline for me.
and a speech where cas is confessing to being in love with dean even though he doesn't think dean loves him back in that way doesn't really work at any point past s12 for me, and even within s12 to be honest.
like, the narrative actively starts to fall apart in 13x01 if you don't take dean and cas being in love/in a relationship as a given, but even episodes like 12x10 and 12x19 imply something was already happening with them.
so. yeah.
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tbf I don't think I've ever met like a... instant Rook simp, if you know what I mean? Like someone who just looked at his character design from day 1, knowing nothing about him, and just went "THAT'S THE ONE". I never meet those people. I question if they exist.
Instead, every Rook simp I meet always says their first impression was some variation on "bowlcut", and then sometime later had an epiphany that they would gladly take that man as their husband, actually. I myself am also included in that. Rook snuck up on me in a way that no other character ever has done.
There I was, doing something absolutely mundane one evening, mulling over the pieces of what soon became the first brainrot I sent you. In particular, I'm turning over the part where Baker!Reader decides they're going to lie and say they're marrying Rook. And my brain decides to fire off one of its many, automatic, intrusive thoughts. And that thought is "because yeah, I'd marry Rook, honestly."
Cut to me staring at the wall in disbelief for the next half an hour, self reflecting, and realizing that not only was I a Rook simp, but that I'd been one for awhile, and never noticed. And not only that, but Rook had done some impressive stealth rock climbing up the sheer cliff face that was the difference in devotion between my favorite twst character, and the one who I thought was in 2nd place (Jack). Instead, as I peeked over the edge of that metaphorical cliff, Rook is waving cheerfully at me from a ledge about 10 feet down from the top, taking the spot of second place for himself and demoting poor Jack to 3rd place. I have no conscious recollection of falling in love with Rook, and I have no earthly idea how he got all the way up there. Yet there he was, 2nd place and dangerously close to the top, and there I was, going through the realization that if he proposed I'd accept in a heartbeat.
Huntsman indeed.
-Reaper
The thing with Rook that is just so loveable is that he is not only a genuinely good person but he's just so fun. There hasn't been a single interaction of his from in the Books, to his vignettes, to events, that I haven't enjoyed tremendously. Some of the guys and their dialogue/problems can start to feel tedious after a lot of clicking, but never Rook. He's just such an absolute wild card with a heart of gold and questionable morality. I adore him and also was one of those 'haha bowl cut' people.
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Can I request the TWST First Years with a reader that's like Eleven from Stranger Things?
~Twst First years with Eleven like s/o~
Author notes: I love this request. Hope you like it Hon.
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Ace:
At first you were very timid, socially withdrawn, seemed to always be on guard, and cautious around people you just met. Although over time you became very protective and loyal to Ace and the others.
Found your powers are very fascinating. I feel like if he had to choose a favorite it would be your levitation.
You definitely scared him when you screamed sending overblot riddle flying into a bush.
You definitely came in handy with your telekinesis abilities. Having stopped a lot of objects from harming them by controlling it to fall somewhere else.
Would probably ask you to use your powers to help him play pranks on people. That or stop riddle from chasing him on occasion.
Overall a really chaotic friendship and even more so relationship. Definitely asks you if you need to practice to try and levitate him because he finds it amusing.
Deuce:
Took you as the shy type and that you didn't like socializing for a while. Eventually learned it was rather you had trust issues because of traumatic past events.
Didn't see you saving him during riddles overblot by screaming to make riddle fly into a non-harmed rose bush. He was genuinely shocked that you did saved him but found your loyalty admirable.
Wonders how many Powers you specifically have. Having seen your telekinesis, levitation and portal manipulation. Hadn't seen many other powers as of yet anyway (you have the others just haven't used them yet).
I definitely see you saving him from any fights if he manages to get in some again. Similar to season 1 scenarios where El stops the bullies.
Definitely see you teaching him Morse code so you can communicate with each other whenever. Probably does it with you in class to secretly tell you cute messages without teachers knowing.
During some of the overblots Learned you have incredible stealth being able to sneak inside easily and stay hidden quite well.
Epel:
Probably found you quite mellow and calm. Eventually realized it was just you didn't trust anyone to talk much just yet. But when you did Trust him showed great loyalty.
Was fascinated first when a rogue broomstick came flying at him only to go shooting away before hitting him. Later learns it was you using telekinesis.
Asks you to show him some of your powers that you don't mind to show. But definitely does help clean you up if you get intense nose bleeds after.
Definitely asks you to use your powers to maybe prank vil by making the water fountain spray water on him. Vil was very angered about his makeup and outfit.
Jack:
I see you both being similar at the start. Both your personalities made you reserved and quiet, but once getting to know each other were both extremely loyal.
Find all your powers interesting except your Screech. You greatly hurt his ears if you did it around him so please don't.
Definitely has you use your powers to help him work out on occasion.
He always knows if your bleeding casue if he keen smell. Goes mother wolf mode (get it? Mother wolf casue he's a wolf? Yes I did a shitty pun).
He takes you away from people asking for help, so you can rest and he maybe gets some headpats? 🥺
Overall your both really loyal and care deeply for each other.
Sebek:
Thought becasue of your aloof personality you couldn't be trusted.
Didn't care much for you, because in his words 'your just another stupid human'. Till he watches you make Ace go flying becasue of you get spooked and screamed...
Questioned you like you murdered someone. Learned you actually did have powers and alot of powers...
Demands you show him your powers so he knows if your dangerous to Malleus...
After becoming friends learned you were very loyal. Whenever you had the chance to run and leave people behind you didn't. That made him like you alot.
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beeindaclouds · 1 year
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Can you please do a part 3 to the wilbur sibling fic? It's so good!!!
Hallo, thanks for requesting!
I've been keeping this request for a while, sp it's finally time to get to it ^^
Hoep you enjoy <3
Brother!Reader being jealous of Crimeboy's bond pt. 3
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Reader: Male - He/Him
Part 1 || Part 2
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Wilbur had spend an entire month now thinking about what he had done
At first, he must admit, he didn't believe he really did anything wrong
After all, to him it was just a mindless joke
But after hearing his friends point of view, he realized that he really had hurt you
Joke or not, he put your emotions on line and that was not a good thing to do
He spent this entire moth thinking of what he could do to make things better
Obviously he had to apologise first...but would an apology really be enough for you? Would it make you think of him as the kind and available older brother that he once was?
Wilbur decided that the best choice was to talk to someone who was actually close to you, and that happened to be the two people who gave him an earful last time for what he had done
Niki and Jack
And also Tommy was there, because he happened to be in Brighton that day
"I can't belive you still haven't said anything to him..." Niki started, daggers being glared into Wilbur's body
The singer panicked "I promise I'm trying-" he started "I just don't know what to do. I f*cked up and I'm scared of what his reaction will be if I apologise. He for sure hates me...my image in his eyes is totally ruined. What do I do? Help me, please!"
Niki and Jack tried to give Wilbur some advices, from the things he should say to the way he should act from now on.
Tommy, who had been told the situation by Jack, was mad at Wilbur for what he had said. Using him as a way of "making a joke" to his own brother was a low blow.
Heck if even Tommy understood the gravity of the situation, Wilbur really did do something wrong
And yet, no matter how much Wilbur said he was sorry, he was still here talking about what he should do instead of doing it. It's been a month.
"You're a coward, you know that?" Tommy spatted, now him being the one to glare at Wilbur, who was surprised by Tommy's sudden outburst
"You've spent a week trying to understand what you did wrong and a month trying to find a solution, while your brother is out there thinking that you don't care about him at all since you didn't even show a glipse of regret for what you did to him." He huffed angrily, before pulling Wilbur up to his feet and kicking him out of the cafe they had met up at
"Take action for the queen's sake. Show that you care and that you're sorry, instead of worrying for yourself and what you should do to look good in his eyes again. Solve the problem now, not in a year when you remember."
Seeing Tommy being serious and mature had made Wilbur feel very proud of who he had become
But most importantly it had given him the boost and wake up call that he needed to finally approach you
He quickly planned with his parents to visit you the next day, so that they would give the both of you some time alone to straighten things out
When you saw him at home, you just wanted to run in your room and lock yourself in there until he left
You didn't really feel ready to have this conversation, even if a lot of time passed
But Wilbur read your mind and stopped you from doing so
"Listen...I'm sorry" Wilbir spat out quickly, your struggling stopping as you were shocked from what you just heard
"I really shouldn't have said that. I've been so caught up in my career and in what the fans wanted that I pushed you aside and joked with your emotions. It was wrong of me and I should have realized it way sooner...I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner too. I was so nervous and only thinking about myself and my image in your eyes, that I didn't think about how you were feeling throughout this entire argument "
By now you two were sitting, his apology going on longer then you expected, but you just sat there and absorbed all of his words
Honestly, you weren't anticipating him to say anything about the situation. He seemed to be so sure of what he had said, not feeling any type of guilt about it, so an apology was not something you expected
But hearing him apologies and admit his faults had made you a bit happy, because to you it meant that he really did care
Obviously you couldn't forgive him completely just yet
But you two decided to start working on rebuilding your brothers-relationship all over again
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weasleywinchester · 7 months
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Save Yourself - Chapter 18
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So We Won't Have To Keep Them All Inside
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Helllloooo! I am so sorry for the super long hiatus. I hadn't planned that, but life got very bleh and uninspiring and stressful. Despite the next few chapters being the main part of the story I've been wanting to write I had a bit of self doubt in my ability to keep going. But it's here and hopefully on a slightly more consistent bases. If you haven't read this series then I will simply say I'm writing such a big fic because it's very much my Dean Winchester story. It's the one that has lived in my head so long, that has been thought about and rethought about so much that it makes the whole thing daunting. But my brain is back on this fic train and I'm hoping to finish it off by the end of the year. As always shout out to my tag list, you've been so patient and I hope you're as excited to read the next chapters as I am to write them. Much love 💙💙💙
Series Summary: “I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t. Chapter Summary: The family trip to Dodge city was meant to be fun for the whole family… And it was, until it wasn’t. With Dean finally coming around on the idea of Jack not being outright evil, a bystander getting killed threw a monkey wrench into everything. And then there’s Claire; determined to be a hunter, to do it all alone until she realizes that having someone by her side is helpful. Warnings: Cannon typical violence, some fluff, some sad feels
A few days later
You all had managed to make it home in one piece. Jack was distraught and none of you knew how to help him. Death was an unfortunate part of living, and an unavoidable part of hunting. And how could you even begin to explain that to someone who’s been alive for a matter of weeks?
“I understand why you like the kid.” Dean says softly, “but I think we need to cool it with the training for a minute.” He gently slides his hand into yours, giving it a small squeeze.
“I just want him to see the world we fight for. To see what you and Sammy do is important.” You give him a meek smile.
“I know, sweetheart.” He kisses your temple, pulling you into his arms. “And you will. You make Sam and I believe in the Family Business all the time.” He chuckles.
You watch as the sleepy little town of Lebanon, Kansas rolls by; the sun is shining, crows flying through the air and baby roaring down the road. It’s amazing how the world rambles on, no matter the tragedy or joy that’s happening… Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you quickly fish it out to see a string of texts from Sammy.
“Jack isn’t taking it well.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. Dean glances at you everyone once in a while, watching as you pull your lip in between your teeth and biting at the skin.
That’s not good. Dean thinks to himself.
“We’ll work through it.” He reassures you as he pulls up to the bunker. He swiftly glides the Impala into the garage, parking her right next to your little blue Subaru. He turns to open the door when he feels your hand on his thigh.
“You mean that?” You ask. He fully turns to you, eyes searching yours as much as yours are searching his.
“Ya.” He nods, taking a deep breath. “This case,” His gaze moves past you, eyes looking at something you can’t see. “It’s dug up a lot of memories of people I couldn’t save.”
“Dean-”
 “Not— not in a bad way sweetheart, just a reminder.” He gently cups one of your cheeks, thankful you are not one of those people. Not yet. He shakes the intrusive thought from his mind, bringing his other hand up to your cheek. “And we’ll help Jack get past this.” He brings his lips to yours, pouring every ounce of love he can into the kiss. The heat of your lips warms his body head to toe, a little bit of hope seeping back into his bones. Hope that this small bump in the road is all it is.
“And as fun as Dodge City was, I think you and I need some time alone.” Dean hums in your ear, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.
“Okay Romeo.” You giggle, playfully swatting at him. Your phone rings out and you gently pull away, earning a pitiful whine from your husband. “It’s Claire.” You sigh.
“Fine.” He playfully rolls his eyes as he slides back to his side of the car.
“Hey what’s up?”
“I need you to come help me with this case.” She blurts.
“I’m doing fine. Little stressed, how are you?” You roll your eyes. Dean flashes a smile as he gets out of the car, grabbing the bag of groceries and walking inside.
“Hi (Y/N). How are you? You wanna come on a hunt with me?” She pointedly repeats. “I could use the girl power, and a Winchester. Which you happen to be both…” A sudden wave of voices drowns out her words.
“Where are you?” You frown.
“Bar, about an hour away from Omaha.”
“Nebraska?” You scrunch your nose, sliding out of the car. “We’re kinda dealing with that baby situation still, and Dean’s finally….” As you put your hand on the door the lights in the garage flicker.
“(Y/N)?” Claire asks.
“Let me call you back.” The words slowly tumble out as you hang up, feet moving faster than your brain as you appear in the doorway to the war room. “What in sam hill happened?” You ask, running over to Dean.
“Jack’s gone.” Dean grunts as he stands, turning to help Cas.
“What?” You frown.
“Jack thinks he’s a monster.” Cas sighs as he plants himself in the nearest chair.
“What did Claire need?” Dean asks, leaning against the war table.
“Wanted help on a case.” You check him over as you direct your question to Sammy. “How are we going to find him? He can’t be out there alone.” Your mind starts to race with all the possible ways he could get hurt, or how he could accidentally hurt someone.
“Baby.” Dean pulls you back to face him.
“There’s so much that could happen.” You whisper, the terror rising in your voice. 
“Sweetheart.” He says firmly, squeezing your hands to get you to take a breath. “Go to Claire.” You open your mouth to protest but he shoots you a look, happy when your mouth snaps shut. “You help Claire, I’ll find Jack.”
“Call me -”
“When I find anything.” He nods, pulling you into his chest. “Gotta keep the kids alive.” He whispers in your ear.
“And you thought we didn’t have any kids.” You laugh.
“Should have known you’d get your way.” Dean chuckles, placing a kiss in your hair. “Be careful.” He whispers.
“I’m not the one who gets visits from Death on the norm.” You slap his back. “I will though… as long as you are too.”
“Promise.”
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The diner bell dings as you enter; It’s a little busy, but not much more than any of the ones back home. You wave to the waitress and pick up a couple of menus, sliding into the booth where Claire is sat. The waitress brings two mugs and a fresh pot of coffee, pouring each of you a cup before attending to the other patrons.
“We’re dealing with a nest of Vamps.” She begins.
“Why yes, the drive was good. Not much traffic, lot of semi trucks though.” You cock an eyebrow at her. She gives you a nod, letting a small sigh escape.
“Good. How’s the old man?” she asks, managing to keep the eye roll small. “ And Sam?”
“They’re good. Trying to track down that baby… who’s not actually a baby like we thought.” You frown, pouring a couple of creamers into your coffee.
“You guys always have the weirdest cases.” She shakes her head, taking a large gulp of her black coffee.
“Last name is Winchester. Pretty much a magnet for weird.” You pick the menu up, trying to read the specials but your eyes can’t seem to read any of the words. You check your cell. Nothing.
“Your volume is on-.” Claire grits her teeth as a notification dings. “If they found anything you would know.”
“Ya, well, if you ever disappear like this I would worry just the same.” You sigh. “Why did you need me on this hunt anyways?” You ask, taking a sip of your coffee.
“Can’t believe you drink it like that…” Claire looks at your mostly cream coffee in utter disgust.
“If I wanted criticism on how I take my coffee I would go find Lucifer.” You mutter.
“Like I said, I need a Winchester.” Claire reiterates. “Being a young female hunter has it's disadvantages.” Her eyes move to the door. “And Dean always tells the two of us to travel in pairs…”
You turn to see a pair of men walk in; they look like brothers, maybe a few years apart, dressed in standard issue hunter FBI suits. Ah, that’s why she didn’t want Dean.
“Brought a friend.” The older one smirks, sliding in next to you.
“(Y/N), Jason and Nick Clayton.” Claire gestures to the two. "We ran into each other while tracking one of the vamps."
“Pleasure.” You stick your hand out to Nick, the older one. “(Y/N) Winchester.” Before your name has even fully left your mouth both their jaws hit the floor. You glance at Claire, who simply shrugs.
“(Y/N) Winchester... like the one who killed Rasputin?” Jason asks.
“Killed– Dude she’s the one who took on the Devil AND GOD.” Nick exclaims.
“And freed so many trapped spirits in that haunted college–”
“And had an angel wipe her memory only for it not to work!”
You and Claire look at each other, the same look of bewilderment on your faces.
“Ok, cut the crap. It’s not like she’s famous.” Claire rolls her eyes.
“Not famous?” Nick scoffs. Claire looks over at you, her jaw clenching so hard that she’s about to break all her teeth.
“It’s because I’m Dean’s wife.” You shrug.
“What?” The brothers say in unison.
“No way. You’re not his wife. He’s your husband.” Jason clarifies.
“Lucky bastard.” Nick winks. You scoff at the absurd notion that you are more famous than Dean.
“Wow… Let’s move on from the fangirling ok?” Claire scrunches her nose in irritation.
"Now I know how Dean felt when we first met." whisper to her. "But yes, let's get this show on the road." You gesture for her to take the floor, letting her explain the current vampire problem in the area.
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“(Y/N)!” Claire yells as a vamp pins her to the floor. She squirms underneath him, her vision blurring as his hands close tighter around her throat. In the blink of an eye his head is gone, blood splattering her in the face.
“Thought you said you could take him?” You grin, offering your hand to her.
“Shut up.” She slaps your hand away, jumping to her feet.
“You ladies move fast!” Nick shouts as he takes out another vamp.
“Looks like it’s a party now.” You announce as the rest of the nest files inside.
“Let’s do this.” Jason grins. One vamp rushes Claire and in one clean swing his head is on the floor. Another rushes you, taking a swing of your pipe to the stomach before getting their head chopped off. 
“Pipe!” Claire yells, holding her hand out. You slap it into her palm, unsheathing your machete for another vamp as she takes the head off another. The four of you stand back to back, waiting for another wave or for someone to move.
“You know, this thing is really handy.” She breaks the silence, spinning the pipe in her hand before handing it back to you.
“Winchester original?” Nick asks.
“Saw it in a video game, thought I would give it a try.” You laugh, wiping some of the vamp guts off the knives taped to the top of it.
“We’re fucking awesome.” Claire scoffs as she slowly turns in a circle to look at all the dead vamps..
“Hell ya.” You hold your fist up and she bumps it.
“Where to next?” Jason asks.
“How about food? And sleep?” You grab Claire by the neck and lead everyone out of the barn. “And a shower. The vamps seemed extra bloody today.” You attempt to shake off some of it, but to no avail.
The two boys get in their car and you and Claire climb into hers.
"You ok?" You ask.
"Are you Kidding? We just had the coolest fight." She snorts, leaning against the steering wheel with a grin on her face.
"I meant about the fan club." You correct. "This was meant to be your hunt, not a Winchester spectacle." Not that I ever expected to be a spectacle...
"Kinda why I wanted you here." She mumbles, glancing at your sky high eyebrows. "It proved that I know what I'm doing... and that I have back up." You nod, watching as the trees whip past.
"Prove to who?" You ask, looking down at the dry vamp blood on your thighs. You see her body go rigid, hands firmly gripping the wheel.
"Me..." She answers after a moment. "... Jody."
"We all know you're a great hunter." You say softly. "It's just... not really the life that anyone wants their loved ones to have." You look over at her; she's got a bloody lip and a small scratch across her cheek but she still looks too young to be wanting this life. "But we all understand the choice." You smile at her. She smiles at you, relaxing into her seat as she speeds back to the motel.
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“Ya… thanks man.” Jason hangs up the phone, turning to the group. “Looks like we got the main nest. Hunters in the next county found a few stragglers but nothing else.”
Claire and Nick nod, talking about where else they could look. Their voices fade into the background, you mind racing with possible answers as to why-
“(Y/N?).” Claire whispers, gently touching your arm.
“Ya?”
“You ok?” Jason asks, sharing a look with his brother.
“I haven’t heard from Dean–”
“They’re fine.” Claire reassures, standing up from the table.
“It’s been three days… something’s wrong.” You sigh, looking out the window.
“This is why you shouldn’t fall in love. All you end up doing is worrying.” Claire glares.
“Little worry is good.” Jason smiles.
“You don’t worry about anyone?” Nick prods, earning an icy glare.
“I haven’t heard from Cas or Sam either.” Your frown deepens. 
“Wait, what?” Claire frowns. Dean tends to be hyper focused on hunting, but all three of them not keeping in touch? Definitely weird. She watches as you stare out the window, your expression flipping between worried and reprimanding yourself. “Maybe they don’t have cell service. Or they jumped in a lake with their phones again.” She shrugs. 
“I’m sure they’re fine.” Jason pats your shoulder. “Unfortunately we have to head out.”
“Family calls.” Nick agrees. You quickly exchange info, telling both of them if they need anything to call. You walk them to the door, watching as they drive off in Nick's 1967 Mustang.
“They seemed nice enough.” You shrug, taking a seat next to her on the bed.
“They were.” Claire nods. You wait for her to elaborate, watching as she studies her fingernails.
“So why call for backup?” Claire sighs, slamming her laptop closed and looking at you.
“Jody and Alex bond over helping people in normal ways.” She takes a deep breath in. “And I haven’t had that with anyone except you and Dean.”
“Sounds like you wanted some family-”
“I don’t need a family.” She states, the walls behind her eyes slowly building.
“Maybe not, but you have one.” You point out. “I don’t know what it’s like to be you Claire. But I do know you can’t keep everything inside.” You gently take her hand. “If Sam and Dean show you anything, it's that family can put you through hell, but they can also pull you out.”
Her phone buzzes loudly, you can’t see who’s calling but by the eye roll you have a good guess.
“Jody?”
“Ya. Although she already called in her weekly attempt to make me come back…” She mutters, moving her hand over the ignore button.
“Answer it.” You shout.
“Why? I already know what she-“
“Please.” You whisper. Her big doe eyes study you for a moment, and she answers.
“We’re on our way.” She tells Jody, grabbing her backpack and dragging you with her.
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24 hours later
“You ate a lizard?” You scrunch your nose in disgust.
“Not much else over there.” Dean chuckles against your neck.
“Claire should have stayed out here, your PDA would make her sick and she’d be back to herself in no time.” Alex playfully jabs as she grabs all her work stuff.
“Haha.” You give her a small wave as she leaves. When the door clicks shut Dean moves you into his lap, hands caressing your legs.
“Dean…” You half heartedly push his hands away. His finger ghosts over the big bandage on the side of your leg. You helped the girls save him and Sam, managing to limp away with only a gash in your leg. 
“Missed you sweetheart.” He mumbles, bringing his lips to yours.
“Missed you too.” You mumble back. He breaks the kiss, keeping his forehead against yours.
“Too close for both of us.” He states.
“Still thinking about you eating lizards.” you poke back.
“I mean it.” He takes a deep breath in, slowly letting his heart beat slow down. “To think about what could have happened.” He wraps his arms tightly around you, burying his face into your hair.
“I would rather not think about it.” You gently rub his back. “Spend too many hours doing that already.” You look out the screen door, watching as Donna, Sam and Jody laugh about something.
“Ugh, Alex was right. You too are gross.” Claire groans from the hall.
“Glad to see it puts your usual attitude back in place.” You chuckle, unraveling from Dean to look at her. She shrugs, plopping into the recliner. “You heading out?” you tentatively ask. Her eyes are puffy, hair scraped back into a ponytail.
“Think I might hang around here for a while… for Jody. And Alex.” She flashes a small smile.
“Good.” Dean nods.
“Embrace your people while they’re here.” You smile at her. 
“No good to keep everything inside.” She nods, picking at her nails. The screen door screeches as Sam walks in, taking a seat next to you and Dean.
”Well on a completely unrelated note, I am apparently more famous than you among hunters.” you poke Dean in the chest.
Dean whips his head back so fast he hits the wall behind the couch.
“Nice.” Sam chuckles.
“How?” Dean frowns. You just laugh, shaking your head and giving him a kiss.
“I mean… you are the prettiest Winchester.” Dean chuckles.
“Dean! You can’t say that when Sam is here!” You laugh.
“Ok, you guys are the worst.” Sam shakes his head and walks back outside.
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dolokhoded · 2 months
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80-ish jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 1 (peter, john, magdalene)
[ bc i gotta put those somewhere. i still dont know if this is set in the actual 80s in a normal timeline or if the whole universe is completely made up. i'll figure it out. shit's hard when jesus' existence as some normal living dude implies a definitive aspect of today's society doesn't exist at all yet ]
PETER
jesus’ right hand man yadda yadda
the most repressed man you will ever meet
very loyal, but quite close minded. until he meets jesus, at least, that’s peter’s whole thing
he really does believe the things jesus stands for but it's hard to change the mindset he was raised on in a day
he learns to accept people who are different than him. he learns to accept himself while we’re at it. ANYWAYS
peter gets married in his early twenties. not entirely because of religion or tradition or whatever, he really did love his wife and because they were in their twenties and they were stupid they found it to be the next logical step in their relationship
he’s poly
he doesn’t realize this until after he’s married and represses it forever despite literally being surrounded by queer people (assume everyone is queer unless i explicitly say they're not)
he sorts it out eventually. illa knows
that's his wife. she's a chemist and an environmental activist, they do love each other very much but they get divorced in the end because she gets offered a job in a project in norway that i would elaborate on if i knew jack about science, and decides she wants to live in different countries and travel the world
moral of the story don't get married when you're twenty and don't know what you want to do with your life yet
has some sort of personal feud with magdalene ???
she thinks it’s cause he hates women
it sort of is. he feels threatened by her. but also he wouldn’t care this much if it wasn’t personal
(really he's just very attracted to her. he doesn't like her, he doesn't exactly love her but they do feel closer to each other than all the other disciples but he's not in love with her. it's the same for her. but she's aro. they have a weird thing going on don't ask me, it's definitely a little intensified just because they never acknowledge or discuss it but whatever)
i know i’m making this guy seem like a major asshole and that’s because he is. but also they all are. he’s working on it !
andrew’s older brother and also the exact opposite of andrew
deep down he kind of envies him
peter works his family's business, at least until he cuts his parents off. don't ask me what the business is it doesn't matter
sells fishing equipment or something
can cook with some assistance. not kitchen banned.
JOHN
grew up with very open-minded parents, but was still very sheltered.
he's a youngest child, so he was a little fussed over. his mother was very protective of him which led to him moving out of the family home and having to call his brother to ask how you make a doctor appointment
then having said brother james make the appointment for him because he was shy
idea guy. very creative very innovative. not always successful but at least his brain somewhat works?
the youngest of the group. 24 when big james was 28, jesus was 30, peter and magdalene were 32. i'll come up with a comprehensive age chart soon
majored in journalism when he joined the group, met matthew in class and roped him in
decided to change his major to creative writing
uses a typewriter to write. i haven't decided exactly what the fuck is going on with this verse, i'm leaning towards setting it in the 80s where everyone uses typewriters anyways but it's important that you know john would use a typewriter even if he had access to a laptop.
(with recycled paper of course)
likes to doodle on the margins when he's editing his shit. he's very right brained.
judas' narrative foil, therefore they hate each other
they don't full on scream death threats at each other at meetings like peter and magdalene but the passive aggression is there
LMAO ALL I TALK ABOUT IS THIS GROUP FUCKING HATING EACH OTHER i swear deep down they love each other uhhhh
matthew, he likes matthew. they're writing buddies
and peter and simon z and little james. and mary beth. john's cool with magdalene too
and philip and thad. everyone likes philip and thad they have 0 enemies
and everyone likes jesus. except judas who doesn't but it's okay cause he's in love with him.
some of them they like each other i promise. anyways, sorry, john.
cannot cook, but not kitchen banned
MAGDALENE
mary magdalene. obviously.
we have around three hundred marys so she goes by magdalene. though i find it more fitting anyways.
magdalene didn't know her father, her mother was lovely but she died of cancer when she was 10. susanna is the daughter of her godmother who lost custody of her when susanna was 15 because she had a drug addiction
so like. starting out with some lovely stuff
magdalene was in foster care until she was 16. then susanna turned 18 and she lived with her, finished school and started working any random job that helped them make rent
susanna is the only person magdalene can always rely on. and vice versa. she's a barber.
which i thought of before i realized susanna is also the name of the wife of figaro barber of seville. but isn't that hilarious.
anyways it's been rough for these two but it gets better i promise. they make it.
magdalene's working like three jobs trying to make enough to go to university, she wants to be a social worker. preferably work with inmates.
she's aropansexual
weird thing with peter is not of romantic nature. maybe queerplatonic except they're not friends. queeraggressive if anything.
it's just a thing. it's a sixth sense only aromantic people can comprehend. don't question it.
despite everything magdalene is an optimistic person. she's got a grasp on reality, but she's not scared of having her own dreams and ambitions, she's not going to let her past stop her from moving forward
she's had one serious girlfriend before she realized she didn't want to be in a romantic relationship at all and it was fucking crazy
she was very insecure already and magdalene kept enabling it by constantly ignoring her and seeming disinterested (which she was cause she was aro) which made the girl feel like she was only using her for sex and then she started getting paranoid and accusing her of cheating on her and it rlly escalated. crazy shit.
the girl was like. slightly more reasonable than magdalene is and one day just decided that aight im out of here and left. and then magdalene had a breakdown and tried to convince her not to leave because she needed to prove to herself that she was capable of love
yeah my girl is not okay. did you expect her to be well in her brain cause she's not
so yeah crazy shit. she works through it.
cannot cook. kitchen banned.
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For Trioholders I'll suggest a Xiaolin Showdown AU. If you haven't seen the show you can disregard this, though I will recommend you give it a watch at some point, it's a fun show.
If you have seen it- the trio are xiaolin warriors trying to collect all the shen gong wu and protect the world from the heylin side. All three will be the dragon of one of the four elements (even though there's only 3 of them...) with Yoichi playing the role of omi, and AFO playing the role of Chase Young, trying to convert Yoichi to the Heylin side as his apprentice.
I have seen Xiaolin Showdown! What a blast from the past.
1. Yoichi is the young dragon of water. He and his brother were orphans raised at the temple together, until his big brother ran off to become evil. AFO is a huge embarrassment to Yoichi and he tries to pretend not to be related to him--which would be easier if AFO didn't call Yoichi "little brother" as soon as they ran into each other.
2. Kaiji is the dragon of fire. When they first meet, Kaiji is obsessed with technology and generally distant. Since Yoichi was raised in a temple, he's secretly fascinated with the outside world and wants to learn more. His secret pleasure is his weekly shipment of hair care products. Yoichi's favorite show is Captain Hero, because it's the only cartoon he's ever seen. The temple has a few ancient DVDs but no internet. When they first meet, Kaiji disses Captain Hero as an old-fashioned show and earns Yoichi's ire. They fight all the time. Secretly, Yoichi thinks that Kaiji is cool and Kaiji was infatuated with Yoichi from the moment they met.
3. Sanzou is the dragon of wind. He's calmer than the other two and plays peacemaker. Kaiji and Yoichi frequently fight over Sanzou's approval/affection. However Sanzou is fully aware that Kaiji and Yoichi have crushes on each other and feels like a third wheel. Sanzou does not realize they both like him too, because he has a blindspot in this one particular place.
4. Hikage Shinomori is the dragon of earth, younger by the others by a couple years. He's the true third wheel, forced to watch his seniors' endless romantic drama. He frequently hides in the temple basement to get away from it all.
5. Tomura Shigaraki is playing the role of Jack Spicer, competing with the trio for Shen Gong Wu and desperate to win AFO's approval. He's also perpetually caught up in the love triangle drama, and has a weird pseudo-friendship with Hikage over it.
6. AFO keeps taking advantage of how easy it is to magically force people to become evil/good in the Xiaolin Showdown universe to mind-control Yoichi. In turn, Yoichi is totally shameless about trying to force his brother to become good. There's a lot of face heel turns. In fact, one time Yoichi gets taken over by bad chi, but then when the other three come to rescue him, it's revealed that his chi is already fine and he sheepishly returns. It's unclear if it only worked because Yoichi expected it to work or if he just secretly wanted to spend some time with his big brother.
7. AFO also fakes being turned good repeatedly to steal Shen Gong Wu and Yoichi always falls for it. (In Yoichi's defense he's a preteen in this AU.) Also even when AFO gets turned good a couple times, he's still ruthless and basically only cares about Yoichi. He's just on a different side. Yoichi is in deep denial about this because he wants to believe his brother is good deep down when not influenced by that horrible villain "Garaki Bean."
8. In fact, you know that arc where Omi changes the past to bring Chase Young to the side of good? When Yoichi does that to AFO, nothing changes because it turns out AFO is just the same no matter his chi. Also when given a chance to sacrifice himself to repair the timeline, good AFO is just like..."nah I want to make my little brother happy and that means staying by his side. The timeline can get wrecked." Good ending maybe?
(All of these are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)
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hello-im-not-a-possum · 8 months
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Shattered Identity
Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five. Chapter six. Chapter seven. Chapter eight.
Chapter Nine: The self-sabotaging nature of the pyrophobic pyromaniac.
Danny was getting pretty antsy. One ghost-attack free day was a welcome break, two was unusual but also welcome. Three was starting to become suspicious. He anticipated that there would be less attacks when Vlad and his minions weren't on his back, but none at all? Not when there were plenty of other ghosts who had bones to pick with him!
Given his track record, it could only mean one of two things: either two (or more) ghosts were teaming up and taking their sweet time to scheme or something important was going on. 'Important' ranging from zone-wide truce he wasn't aware of, to giant threat taking out everyone before it reached him.
During the second lap of his patrol, he was thankful to see that there was a small group of ghosts chatting amongst themselves by a park bench.
"Oh! Whelp!" Skulker noticed him and waved him over as he saw him flying overhead. "I take it you got an invitation too?"
"Invitation?" Danny flew down. "To what?"
"Some kinda funeral." Walker handed his invite to Danny so he could read it himself. "Next Sunday at noon."
Danny was surprised, not about the funeral itself, 'Cousin Jack' was stressing about it more than some people stress about their wedding days, but the fact that he had seemingly invited Walker, Desiree, Youngblood...
The vultures, the Dairy King, and Skulker kinda made sense, those three were his top minions, the Dairy King was either a relative of his or they got along enough to not mind sharing a castle, and Skulker was his... Favorite client..? Hunting buddy..? ...Friend..? But something felt random about everybody else to him.
"I didn't know he knew this many ghosts.." Danny looked back and forth between the invite and at the crowd.
"I don't know this 'Masters' guy myself." Walker clarified as he took the invite back. "But the lanky kid who handed me the invite looked so sad and pathetic that it would feel like kickin' a puppy with broken legs turnin' him down. ...Son of a gun looked like he'd crumble like paper if I breathed on him too hard..."
"Didn't you read the letter that came *with* the invite?" The Dairy King raised an eyebrow. "It explains everything don'tcha know."
"...My bad." Walker muttered while taking the envelope it came in out of his pocket and putting the invite back in while taking his letter out and reading it in his head.
"Wait! Walker, did the kid who gave you yours have blueish skin, red eyes, black hair, and had his face completely covered in bandages?" Ember butted in.
"Yeah? Why?" Walker pushed Ember out of his face.
"That must've been Zero! Man, I haven't seen that guy in decades! Wonder what made him come back up..."
"Wait, you've met Patient Zero?" Danny raised an eyebrow. Sure, he wasn't entirely surprised that teen-again Vlad's ghost form looked exactly how normal-teen Vlad's ghost form looked, but again, how did Vlad know Ember back then?
"Yeah! He and I crossed paths a few times, collabed on some folk-punk punk-rock jams, crashed at each others' places... he could beat out some killer drum solos and this one time he helped me break out of pri-" She trailed off as she realized that she is right next to THE Warden and that telling Danny about her and Zero's crime escapades would probably get them both arrested. "-Of a really bad relationship which *felt* like a prison."
The Warden scoffed, not at her, but at the bizarre piece of paper he was reading.
"Well this makes even less sense, I've arrested this guy eighty-nine times in the past year alone! Why the hell would he even want me at his funeral? Wait- ...Oh." Walker stared at the letter for a while in thought before pocketing it without another word.
"...Yeah, I reacted the same when I read the end of mine." Skulker sighed.
"So, just to clarify; no fighting today? Or up until after the funeral?"
Walker and Skulker, as well as pretty much everyone in the crowd, gave the ghost boy an unamused look.
"There's nothing from us in writing or any rules against fighting before a ghost's funeral, but someone would have to be a sick son of a gun to even think about using somebody's final death as a way to attack someone else with the element of surprise on their side-"
"GET DOWN!"
Skulker tackled Danny, Walker, and Ember to the ground, before any of them could protest, a glowing shot flew right where they were standing, hitting a bench behind them which melted to a pile of smoldering ash.
"Nice going P! You wasted our only shot!" Agent J smacked the unlucky agent upside the head while the ghosts proceeded to scatter.
"Oh yeah? Well *You're* the one who didn't throw the nets over them first when we first found the gathering!"
"This van doesn't have Ecto-nets!"
"And who *chose* the van without ecto-nets without taking one of the net guns?!"
"Look, the longer you two bicker, the faster the rest of these things get away!" Agent L broke up the fight. "Just fridge the gun and follow after the ghost boy! He's our biggest target..."
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Hiding on the roof of Vlad's mansion, Danny looked around and as suspected, the GIW trailed him here. He was just about to text Tucker and Sam about the situation before the goth texted first.
[Danny! Bad news, don't hide at home! GIW groups are there!]
[They followed me to the Vlad's place and have a new shiny weapon, I bet they were just itching to try it out.]
[You're just NOW finding out??? I know he's sketchy but Vlad 2.0 still texted you about it, like, a hundred times.]
Danny paused, checked his messages, and after seeing nothing, unblocked Vlad. Sure enough, the past several messages were warnings that the GIW just bought the Ghost-Duster from his dad. ...Ideally, he'd like to know this sooner, but it wasn't like unblocking the former Fruitloop on everything was on his top priority list.
[Mini-Jack texted me on his dad's phone and I had him blocked.]
[Shoot.]
[What about you and Tucker? Are you guys safe?]
[Yeah, but coming to my house or Tuck's might be more dangerous than waiting it out at Vlad's, my mom let some of the agents in to 'act as bodyguards' after they broke up some kind of ghost meeting.]
[Darn it! What about Dani and Mini-Jack, are they safe? They've been out a lot lately.]
[Dani doesn't have a phone and we don't have Vlad 2.0's number]
Danny called Vlad's phone...
"Hello?"
Oh thank ancients.
"Vl-Jack?" He caught himself just on the off chance Dani was nearby. "There's GIW agents crawling everywhere, where are you and Dani?"
"We've been working on making a video in the basement, where are you?"
"On your roof."
"Were you followed?"
"...Yes."
"Well don't just stand there! It's the GIW, not birdwatchers, hurry up and come inside before one of them take the shot!"
Just as he was about to phase through the roof, he felt a net hit him at full force and attach him to the wall, knocking the phone out of his hand.
"...You know what, I'm coming up there."
Two hooks lodged themselves in the roof and a pair of GIW agents pulled themselves up, one of them holding the Ghost Duster.
"See? I *told* you the nets were important!"
"Yeah, yeah, just aim and fire already..."
"Danny!"
Time seemed to slow down for them as the shot connected with Danny's chest.
Watching it happen to Vlad was bad enough, but feeling what it was like for himself was... indescribable, like it was ripping him apart molecule by molecule, atom by atom, he was boiling away to just vapor and ash... He let out a horrible, chilling scream as icy blue cracks formed all over his body in a matter of seconds-
But just as quickly, bandages deeply stained with fuchsia-colored ectoplasm wrapped around him as if they had minds of their own, covering him up from head to toe. Action-wise, it was like a glue keeping his body from disintegrating into nothing while texture-wise, it was like a thick coating of aloe vera all over his skin, but mildly spicy. It didn't hurt, but it felt warm without actually being warm and kinda gross.
"What the hell is this stuff?!"
"Normal ectoplasm doesn't look like this!"
"No shit! It has eyes and teeth!"
"The Ghost Duster! The damn bastard's... abomination stuff set it on fire!"
"Ow! Hot! Call for backup!"
"Oh god, it's spreading!"
"AAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!!"
Danny's eyes adjusted to the weird pinkish black before he could see again, except he was looking at himself from a distance, watching his own body stagger and falling to the ground before getting caught by... himself?
No, that couldn't be right. His arms might be bandaged right now, but he was completely mummified while the bandages on the arms holding him were sparse, even if the rest of the visible skin was covered in magenta ectoplasm and last time he checked he wasn't wearing a lab coat-
Wait.
He moved his right arm, despite it feeling like it was made out of lead and submerged underwater.
He watched his fully bandaged body move his right arm a bit while the one holding him let out a sigh of relief, the right arm he saw as 'his' was not moving how Danny was trying to move it.
...It was disorienting to wrap his head around, but he was somehow seeing out of Vlad's eyes and at this point didn't know if this was one of his own powers or an unforeseen side effect of being covered up in Patient Zero's used bandages (something that made him want to hurl the longer he thought about it).
"Jack! Is Danny gonna be okay?!"
The halfa holding him adjusted him into a piggyback ride-like position, carrying him downstairs while talking to Dani, the three of them phasing through walls and floors when needed.
"I've managed to stabilize his body, his core seems weakened but still present thank goodness, but we need to get him to the Far Frozen as soon as possible. ...And since it's not safe to take him there like this, I have a plan to fully stabilize him."
"What is it?"
"Okay, for me to explain what it is and how it works, I need to tell you something... unpleasant but very important." He let out a deep sigh as he looked at her, the only reason why he wasn't kneeling down to be at her eye level was because she was already floating at his. "Danielle, I.. I didn't want you to find out like this, I wanted to tell you after the funeral, sometime where things were slightly settled down, but still recent enough where my lies wouldn't hurt you as much as it would if you found out on your own.. But I need you to know-"
"That you're Vlad..?"
That caught both of them off guard.
"...How did you already know..?"
"I overheard part of your conversation with Danny, you talked out loud while going through a breakdown, and there were no notes about 'Jack' in the clone files at all, ...I pieced it together from there. But how does that relate to your plan to fix him?"
"Because being on the receiving end of it and reliving the... experience was enough to figure out how to keep it from killing him. Think of a ghost like a glass filled with water, except the glass itself is in danger if it doesn't have water in it. While the gun managed to punch a hole in Danny's 'glass', he's stable for now because I'm giving him my 'water' to keep him that way."
Vlad set Danny down on what looked like an unused dissection table that was intended for a much larger subject than the one on it.
"Like a blood transfusion?"
"Yes! Exactly like a blood transfusion! But the tricky part of the procedure is that while I am able to also give him a part of my 'glass' to fix his hole in him, he and I have completely incompatible glasses as we are and trying to fuse a part of my core to his in his state would kill him instantly. So for the plan to work as intended-"
"-I'll need to give up my core..?" She took a cautious step back.
"NO! No, when I break off a part of my core, I want you to blast that broken off piece with as much power as you can muster."
Danny caught on to what Vlad was planning and wanted to say something, warn Vlad against doing this, tell Dani to stop him, anything! But the tightness of the bandages prevented him from opening his mouth. And even if he tried to let out a muffled warning, the idea of getting ectoplasm from a ghost with a disease and illness motif in his mouth felt like it would have extremely terrible consequences.
"...What?" She looked at Vlad like he had grown a second head. "How would that fix anything?!"
"You can't mix ice and fire because you'll either snuff out the fire or melt the ice. ...Or both in some very unfortunate cases." Vlad explained while reaching into his own chest and pulling out a brilliant scarlet core with flickers of magenta appearing and disappearing around it. "But, you can mix ashes and ice just fine."
"But you only barely survived the last time your core was in danger!" Dani protested. "If you break your own core... If you do this you could die!"
"Danielle, look at me." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I am aware... I've messed up a lot to put it lightly, more than even I know and I'm not a very honest person, I wasn't to you, Danny, or... anyone really. I don't even think I've told myself the full truth. But I know I survive this, I promise that you're not getting rid of me that easily." He half-chuckled.
"Okay..." She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "But Vlad, There's something I also wanted to tell you after the funeral."
"What is it?"
"After all of this is over... If you want me to stay in your life, you *need* to go to therapy." She crossed her arms. "I've read ALL of your clone notes, this is not up for negotiation."
"Agreed."
The hospital halfa's core gave some resistance to being crushed in his palm, but as he put more and more pressure on it, the previously unnoticeable fractures grew more and more visible, and-
CRAAAAACK!
"Vlad! Don't!" Danny called out just a second too late.
Exactly as the core shattered, there was a loud, crackling boom of thunder that took out the lights. The resulting electricity lit up very little, but enough for Danny could see what was happening;
Shards of red that quickly loss their color and luster in the electric light.
An icy blue core that was losing it's own color.
Hands holding the shards up to the core.
And a final, powerful jolt.
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[Danny? Are you okay?] [The GIW agents left my house, and everywhere else because some agents called for backup.] [Shoot! They're surrounding Vlad's place, Danny, did something happen over there?!] [Danny?!]
[Copy of "Vlad 2.0" texting, I have good news and bad news.]
[Jack?! What are you doing with Danny's phone?]
[It was in my yard, I think it fell on the ground.]
[Is Danny okay?!]
[Good news: Maybe! :D] [Bad news: ...Maybe.]
[????]
[Danny got shot with one of the GIW's new Ghost Dusters.]
[WHAT?!]
[But he's not dead because Dani and actual "Vlad 2.0" treated him before it could kill him.] [They're are taking him to Frostbite as we text, he's currently stable, but the only way to tell if what we did really worked is to get a medical/core professional on it.] [We're also checking to make sure he doesn't get any weird side effects from the procedure.]
[Oh thank goodness.]
[Hey] [You remember when you said that "there might be some good in me, but I'm squandering it by being a horrible dead business man's puppet" or something around those lines?]
[Yeah?] [Wait-] [No] [Don't you DARE turn evil on us, now is NOT the damn time for that, Vlad 2.0!]
[I'm not evil, I'm just thinking about my purpose and future.]
[Okay, but I'm watching you. I swear, if you so much as do *one* robbery, I'm kicking your butt myself.]
[-_-] [...Back on topic, I was made with the intended purpose of tying the loose ends and cleaning up the messes that Vlad's death caused. And for the most part, I thought I was doing... decently, up until the GIW had to throw a wrench in things.]
[Can't you reschedule the funeral and will reading?]
[It's next week, more than enough time to fix it.] [But there's too much at stake for me to keep holding back. I can't let them go thinking they can point that thing at anyone else and get away with it unscathed.] [They need to see the consequences of their actions. They need to learn that it's not worth the risk. If they don't, they won't stop until every single one of us is dead.] [So, now the gloves are off.] [Don't go outside, tell Tucker, Valerie, and the Fentons to stay inside too, tell them not to go out no matter what.] [Tell everyone else to only leave at their own risk.]
[Why?] [God, it's like a heatwave out here-]
[Sam, get back inside and do not breathe the air out there for too long.]
[OH MY GOD!] [EVERYTHING'S BRIGHT MAGENTA!] [JACK VLAD 2.0 MASTERS, WHAT DID YOU DO?!]
[Have you ever asked yourself "Why didn't Vlad ever take advantage of the elemental aspects of his fire core?"] [I'm finding that out right now.] [:,)]
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piedoesnotequalpi · 9 months
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ok for the au thing !! i got Western AU and Dark AU !!
Thank you for the ask! I got distracted talking to my partner!
Anyway a bunch of this is yoinked from a book series I never finished due to it being a bit too politically conservative for my tastes (specifically the book Nowhere to Run) and I also spent far too much time browsing Wikipedia for locations. Not sure if this is what is meant by "dark AU" but it's late at night so
TW for some mild gore and death
Carbon County (MT; there's also one in Wyoming) game warden Jack Kelly was reassigned to temporarily work in Granite County, MT and he's finally almost due to go back to his normal post in Red Lodge. He'd left it in good hands--the Stillwater County game warden (Finch) and county sheriff (Charlie) have most of his duties covered and give him near-daily updates. But he'd rather be back in Red Lodge, where he knows most of the people and their habits and can use his friendship with Katherine, the editor-in-chief of the local newspaper, as an excuse to stop by the office and flirt with one of the staff writers.
However! The week before he's supposed to leave, he starts getting reports of disappearances and campsites being attacked and mysteriously murdered wildlife in Lolo National Forest, so he very reluctantly goes in to investigate. He has a penchant for getting caught up in far more murder mysteries than any self-respecting game warden should, so he's resigned himself to dealing with this nonsense yet again. On the other hand, despite the looming threat of who (or what) ever's behind all this, it is kind of nice to be out camping in the woods.
Jack had made plans with Sean Conlon, the game warden from the neighboring county, to separately make their way through the national forest (both on horseback) and meet somewhere in the middle, with the goal of covering more ground and hopefully finding more information about whatever's going on. But he's struggling to get a hold of Sean, so he resigns himself to investigating alone--he hasn't run into anyone so far--even though part of him knows he should turn back.
The day he decides to turn around, he finally finds Sean, accompanied by a backpacker with a mischievous smile who won't give his real name.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," Sean says. "We have murders to prevent."
"I've been helping," the backpacker says. "We have murders to prevent."
Jack is skeptical of the backpacker, but he's annoyingly charming and Sean seems to trust him, so what else is he supposed to do? They start investigating together, and the backpacker, who still won't give them a name beyond "Racer" and won't say where he's from beyond the UP ("What's that? The Union Pacific?" it's the Upper Peninsula of Michigan but Jack and Sean haven't paid enough attention to Michigan to realize that), brings them to a campsite, where they find a whole bunch of dead elk and also the bodies of a couple of the people who have gone missing. There aren't a ton of clues, but it's the first new information they've gotten the whole time, so they're feeling a little better about the whole thing. Being game wardens, they're used to seeing dead animals, but the decomposing human bodies are a little (a lot) unsettling.
The problem is, when they try to signal the local authorities with the location of the campsite, their radios keep running into technical difficulties. Racer seems unbothered by the whole thing, weirdly, but they decide to note the coordinates as best they can, keep going, and see if they can find anything else.
The thing is, Jack and Sean have been feeling the effects of all this time outside--they're getting sunburnt, they have scrapes everywhere, and they're definitely going to need a shower when they get back. After they find the campsite, they start to notice that Racer is as pale and clean and un-scratched as he was when they first met. And now that they think of it, they haven't seen him eat or drink anything the whole time he's been traveling with them...
And now they're in the middle of nowhere together, with malfunctioning communication gear, and it's been a week since they entered the national forest, and they haven't encountered any other living humans during that time.
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lgcxnoeul · 4 months
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Was he in trouble?
For once, his mind didn't spring any moments where he would consider he had misbehaved, or acted in a way that would warrant a one-on-one meeting with one of the coaches. Sure, he had joked for the past several months about only being a trainee for the free room and board, but that had been him clearly spiraling into something that he didn't quite feel like defining for himself. He didn't think anyone would be petty enough to snitch on him for not taking the training process seriously. He could argue that no one had been more serious than him, and that no one had wanted this more than him...
He was stuck in limbo with no indication of when he would be allowed to touch ground again and feel the comforting weight of gravity holding him down. The weightless, floating sensation only pushed him into a state he didn't recognize himself. And yet, he hadn't slacked on training, nor given up throughout this period of self-loathing because if he couldn't stand himself, why would others be welcoming of this version of himself? If he didn't continue moving with the rest of the world, the dull ache in his chest would manifest and intensify with the insurmountable pressure that he imposed on himself until he cracked.
Boy, had he cracked. Was that why he was being summoned? Perhaps, he had erroneously felt too confidently about flying under the radar undetected by most. There was no amount of gold and lacquer in his possession to fill in the cracks and distract others from realizing that the unstoppable Han Noeul had finally met the immovable object that could not be moved, not even by his force.
He fidgets with the bracelet around his wrist, avoiding eye-contact with the man in front of him. An awkward, faint smile forms on the corner of his lips when he realizes that his coach was waiting for an answer.
"Noeul, let me rephrase, what do you think are your strengths right now?"
"My strengths?" Ah, so he wasn't being summoned for being inconsiderate and lacking tact after all. "It's a difficult question to answer. Wouldn't you know them better than me?" He questions with a soft laugh, reaching up to scratch his cheek. "I actually hate the phrase: 'jack of all trades, master of none.' Isn't that too limiting? Why can't we master it all? Who's to say that we can only confidently proclaim mastery over one trade and not all? That's how I've felt since I started off as a trainee with this company. It could probably be misconstrued and you might think I'm being cocky, but I've worked really hard at improving my skills. If I had to choose my strengths, clearly rapping and dancing are the skills I've enjoyed, but overall, I want to be a good performer. I don't want to be placed in a box by anyone. I don't want people to say 'oh, he is just a dancer?,' or 'is rap all he has to offer?'" He waves his hand around, resting his arm down to lean his cheek against the palm of his hand. "I know a vocalist is seen as a more valuable artist, but perhaps, that's why I've had an aversion all this time to honing that skill? I will, but when I'm ready. I don't think I'm there yet."
"It's like you've read my mind, Noeul." The younger man watches the coach scribble on his journal in front of him, lips twitching at the corners when he continues speaking, "You brought up a nice segue to my next question: what are three skills that you would like to work on starting 2024?"
"I feel like I've branched out a lot this year, haven't I?" He taps his fingers along the arm of the chair, glancing out the window briefly. "I don't think there is one skill that I haven't been able to try my hand at this year. I've had my variety show, two acting roles, and I've done some modeling too... I think that I would like to focus on more modeling if I had the chance. I always joke that my goal is to be a model for a bank one day." He stifles a laugh, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from indulging in his own humor. "I've been wanting to try composing too. I would love to be in a position where the company can rely on me to produce music if I ever debut... I would need a lot of experience, wouldn't I?"
"If given a chance, what types of gigs would you be interested in participating?"
He wants to laugh at himself for rambling on and yet again, his previous response could bleed easily into the current question. He wants to slide down the chair and hide under the desk, but he had to pretend to be normal at least until the one-on-one meeting was over. "If you're forcing me to choose, I would say acting and modeling. I was sad when I couldn't really have a proper chance at a main role for the musical this year, but I think I want to do more drama roles. I don't think I would want to get a main role for a drama role even just saying that makes me want to laugh. That seems like I would be overstretching my capabilities for now, but I enjoyed having a support role and a cameo. It was really fun and doable for me..." He nods firmly, smile lingering from earlier. "Modeling seems self-explanatory. I really wasn't joking. I'll sell you water if someone asked me to. Although, I don't know if I prefer photoshoots to cfs. I've done both and I've enjoyed both. I'm a flexible person. Just give me a chance and I'll always try my best to surpass your expectations."
"Lastly, during your time here in legacy, what are some of the lessons that you’ve learned about yourself?"
"I've had a hard time this year accepting that my fate isn't in my hands. I've always been told that I could do anything by everyone around me, but I have to learn to deal with rejection. There will be times where I'm not able to do things that I desperately want to do, not because I haven't done my best— that will never be the case, but because I don't fit someone else's vision. It's hard to trust others, especially a company who has a bottom line to think about..." His gaze drops to the edge of the desk in front of him, focusing on the etched corner on the glass while he crosses his arms over the chest. "But everything still feels personal, you know? I won't lie to you. I almost fell out of love with music. I'm still struggling, but I have still continued to train diligently. I want to get to a point where I can walk away from all of this without regrets. I know the point where I have to make a decision is coming and I have to be honest with myself. After all of these years, I want to be able to perform without feeling like the air is being sucked out of me."
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tiny-tigers · 6 months
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✨ He's there with Dylan Hartley tonight I think so I'm sure there will be even more content than last week! *people love an ex England captain*
I'm hoping for a repeat of last autumn...!! 🍁😂🙈 i.e England win by a mile and Frederick gets man of the match again 😂😆👌🏻
Could happen too - Japan haven't looked at their best recently 😭😬
P.S Norfolk Charlie is over in France! *friendship contenttt* 😂
Oh I wish you that ♡ good content and happy Fred sorry I jinxed your post to put some thoughts out.
I had a really painful convo with my bestie yesterday and it reminded me what you said to me about jack being crutches for me..
I want to thank you because you help me daily having a more balanced way of seeing things lately...
The gist of the conversation was that I lost myself a bit into rugby and him, rugby always been a safe place but as I was starting to put him before me or my own needs she needed a bit to open my eyes. My problem being for so long I wasn't seen or acknowledged and recognized in my worth. I wasn't doing that for myself either dismissing my qualities and own value. So when Jack messaged me 2 years ago I think it started something in me and I did hold it and him as much as I could because I felt seen and visible around him or speaking about rugby here. Now it is starting to feel different for the first time and to be how it always should have been , I have more stuffs to be proud of and people loves my work and it is very hard for me to let go and put a distance between me and Jack's world including rugby and people I have met through it.
I am starting to realize I hadn't very much any limits and was breaking my own heart in the process with how much I care and feel but it is not how it should be. It cames from a place from love , I am no creepy stalker and always wanted the best for everyone but was forgetting me and lately rugby gave me less than before. Less enjoyement compared to all the stress and pressure I put myself under with the page / here / the fomo of content / him being good / me being not forgotten...
It is too much, I don't even know why I speak to you about it but since I received as much as good stuffs I received hate / stress I think it was time for me to talk about it because detachement won't happen quickly but if you all are ok to help me to do it that would be lovely.
At the end of the day I know things about him and he knows glimpse about Me. We recognize each others. I also know things no one else know about him but I will never really know the real him. That is important not to Forget.
I am not sick or in depression, I was in a dark place before him and he became my sun. I was turning around him but he blinded me a bit. I think I also recognized in him something in me with the way he cares so much about things and people so it didn't helped me being illuminated by him.
Anyways all that to say I am in a transition phase lately so sometimes I am a bit moody and complain but I need to readjust. To see more in life than only Jack. To let go and detach. It isn't easy or simple as he was for so long the only way for me to exist and be happy. I need to learn again how to walk and you are very much helping me so thank you. Crying a bit while writing it but eh :)
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