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LITERALLY that "dad I'm gay and stronger than you" post had me like ..! my friend and I have been screaming for A Week Straight about the concept of Actual Child Monarch boykingofhell!Sam manifesting his powers early on and just. he and Dean figuring this is probably just another one of those Things We Don't Tell Dad. like, Sam who always knows where the radar traps will be on the interstate, and Sam jedi-whammying the motel clerk into forgetting their overdue payments... John flipping his absolute shit when he finds out; Sam being like "you can't stop me" and John being like "... You're /twelve/, yes, I can" and Sam being like "uh. you're just a guy, dad. I have all of hell at my disposal. do your worst, I guess???" John figuring that if he can't exorcize the hell outta Sam, he can at least make sure Sam can't get out of hell; telling Dean that he really tried but that the demonic forces killed Sam before John could save him; smash cut to early-20s Dean in his first year of solo hunting encountering a crossroads case, where the vics freak out anytime they're alone with him because "can't [he] see that massive fucking hellhound trailing after [him]?!" and the crossroads demon who can't believe who they're looking at when he finally gets them cornered. crossroads demon who smokes out under exorcism, but not before telling Dean "your brother wants to see you"
...anon...holy shit anon...
you are so correct!!
i think that in this situation (growing up with (to his knowledge) a dead sam, and a dad that "let" him die) dean would be more than passively suicidal. he doesn't care about himself, he failed. sam is dead. dean gets reckless, but he just barely avoids dying more than once, just a hairsbreadth.
he drinks until he can't walk straight, gets in the car, and wakes up in the motel parking lot. he goes half-cocked into a werewolf hunt, and he's sure that there's a werewolf behind him about to take him out (and isn't going to stop it, not really), but when he finally gets his finger around the trigger and turns around, the werewolf's ten feet away looking blank and confused. he puts a nominal effort into stitching up a bullet hole, doesn't even bother digging the slug out, and passes out in a random motel. next morning, the bullet's on the nightstand, and the stitches are even and tight. it's not enough to be completely concerned--hell, dean's borderline black-out drunk at any given moment, can't remember the last time he was completely sober--but it's...weird.
animals suddenly hate his fucking guts. dean used to tease sammy about it, about the fact that animals seemed to love dean and hate sammy. they would cringe away from sam's touch, skitter out from under his feet. birds would land on the impala if dean was driving, deer would poke their heads out of the woods if he walked past. but now...dean can't remember the last time he even saw a dog.
they just...flee. even at witnesses' houses, dean sees food bowls and chew toys and hears nails clacking on wood upstairs, but they tuck tail and run as soon as he knocks on the door.
after that first case, that first crossroads case where they name the thing, a Hell Hound...dean thinks it's bullshit. he's heard of black dogs, but this is new. it's weird.
he names it hooch. he and sam had seen that movie at a drive-in one summer, and he figures he's kind of fighting crime, right? he jokingly orders an extra patty on his burger and leaves it out for his imaginary dog, and the next morning it's gone. on the next hunt, the vampire doesn't even come within fifteen feet of dean before something rips its leg off at the knee.
when he calls the demon, it keeps looking down at dean's feet warily, back and forth, like something is pacing between them, something low. the demon keeps giving vague non-answers, distracted, and dean slaps his thigh, calls, 'hooch. down, boy.' and the demon...stops.
then those words...your brother wants to see you your brother wants to see you yourbrotherwantstoseeyou YourBrotherWantsToSeeYou.
dean is apoplectic. he finds the colt, finds the gate, heads into hell without a second thought, muttering to hooch the whole way (you better fucking rip some demons up you lazy son of a bitch).
sam's eyes are yellow, all the way through. bright yellow. he's huge. grown. beautiful. it's everything dean never thought he'd get to see. he dreamed about sam being this old, about sam having hands that dwarf a machete handle, of shoulders that blot out the stars.
sam doesn't react at first, knows that dad sent dean on a solo hunt before it all went down, but doesn't know how much dean knew about it, about dad locking him down here. dean doesn't even question why he's on a throne, why demons flank him on either side, heads bowed, why no demons even tried to stop dean from getting here, why they flinched away from him like something would swoop out of the dark and steal them if they brushed his shoulders.
"sammy," dean says--begs, really--for the first time in years, sam's smile falters. his eyes are hazel again, and his bottom lip trembles, and dean begs, "come with me, come home. please."
maybe it works, and they leave, and dean pulls sam into a hug so vicious that they both cry. maybe sam works from afar, and they relearn each other. their first hunt is ripping john winchester's head from his shoulders and trading kisses in his blood.
or maybe it doesn't. maybe dean stays, because they won't be separated like this, not again. the world's got other hunters, and dean has sam, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.
and sam has the life he's always wanted: power. respect. love. dean. (those last two are the same, really). and a dog, that keeps stealing dean's shoes.
anyway anon...much to think about...i love this...and you, coincidentally, mwah.
you and your friend galaxy-brained this one i fear.
-lizzy
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‘My names Lizzy and I believe in fake made up shit like elves and god!! I’m a dumb retard bc I believe in things that aren’t even real!”
hello my friend, a small correction for you, I don’t believe that elves exist 😁 hope this helps! 💜
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I would like to apologize for my lack of activity, as some might know I'm in college and this semester is really kicking my butt, on top of that I have one of the worse writer's blocks ever which in all honesty is quite annoying. I'll do my best to try and finish all the wips and requests but, I can't make any promises.
If anyone ends up reading this I encourage you to give me ideas or suggestions, maybe that will help a little, otherwise please enjoy the fics I did finish and are posted already.
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doth you plot and chat in IM?
Uh
I don't know what plotting means
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#not answering me for three hours???? w no explanation???#girlblogger#girlblogging#lana del rey#lizzy grant#coquette#this is what makes us girls#manic pixie dream girl
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ryan...girl. no man has ever been that funny. calm down.
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Shadowrot!!!!!!!
The people have spoken!!!!!!
#realizing I like Cleo picking people up. she deserves to though#First one is based on that “how to talk to short people” meme#other one is just the sillies#Also this is their dynamic right???#I love their banter but I'm bad at drawing romantic stuff (aromantic who loves shipping)#alek draws#alek answers#shadowrot#trafficshipping#trafficblr#zombie cleo#ALSO I FORGET IF LIZZIE IS ON TUMBLR SO I'M NOT TAGGING HER OUT OF CAUTION AND RESPECT#life series
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Kinda obsessed with your interpretation of Lizzie afton tbh. Was she always this level of unhinged or was she slightly covering it up with Little Girl Charm before waking up and fully taking on Williams...William...ness.
Excellent question
I've always interpreted Elizabeth inheriting a lot of William's sociopathic tendencies (as seen with Baby in the games being a manipulative bitch of an animatronic)
In Soldered Wires, Elizabeth is her father's daughter; she learned how to manipulate her friends into following her and giving her their best toys or presents, even at their own birthdays. And those that get on Elizabeth's bad side suddenly find their favorite things being stolen and found broken. And those who got on her worst side quickly found themselves at the hospital. (Think Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender)
This behavior manifested well with William's spoiling of her since her birth: if she wanted something, he would get it for her; if her brothers harmed a hair on her head, he would see to it they were punished for doing so; if she got in trouble with someone outside the family, he would throw as much money to the problem until it went away. And Elizabeth would fake injuries and lie about her brothers doing stuff they weren't allowed to do in order to get what she wanted around the house (William would be in denial his daughter would be capable of such criminal activity due to his misogyny against her until her teen years)
Michael and Evan were probably the two closest people to ever know the true nature of Elizabeth throughout their childhood. Evan, being Evan, would give into Elizabeth again and again due to how much she could outfight him. Michael could at least hold his own against his baby sister and tell her no when she deserved it, but he knew she already had William in her tiny hand the moment she yelled.
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#elizabeth afton#michael afton#evan afton#crying child afton#william afton#afton family#character study#finished sketch#soldered wires au#soldered wires#alive au#answering asks#rule of thumb is that lizzie is the least william in appearance#but she is the MOST william in behavior
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#I feel so bad for lizzie#Shes sharpened like a tool and subsequently ignored#She likes and is also deeply frustrated by her home#And as someone who moved away and visits home i can say mood#Does she like her opportunity in the union? Did she have opportunities when she was in college? These are my questions#I dont use fayde so i forget if these were answered by canon#elizabeth beaufort#disco elysium
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i do want to ask what your vision if Jimmy didn’t die first would’ve have been like if you wanted to divulge it,
(second you have such a wonderful way with words i do love your recent jimmy drabble, which is why I’m asking this question)
there was a version that had existed in my head for a few weeks now where jimmy like, has to come to terms with someone else dying before him because he's never had to deal with Loss in the life series before? but that ended up not working AT ALL with what actually happened arguably jimmy got like, the biggest W possible, for all he was then immediately murdered by warden and wither shenanigans. so like. shelving that for in case it's useful in the future i just watched the episode and went "man you know what i can barely angst about this one. yeah good for him he broke the curse", looked down, and wandered back out with the ficlet i ended up actually writing,
#answered#thefirexeo#secret life spoilers#since last week i was like 'okay so actually i think martyn and lizzie are more likely to go down first'#but honestly from day one i've been pulling for jimmy not dying first#so i have been rotating several ideas
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watching season 1 of gilmore girls is just an exercise in gut-wrenching angst when you live with the knowledge that jarpad was 18 when it premiered. like, that's the face of the kid that john winchester told to stay gone for good if he left. that's dean's baby brother. that's the kid who's about to be alone for the first time in his actual life (bar some very specific small blips along the way). i'm cry 😭 thank you to the wb for this gift that we must bear like a thousand-pound cross
LITERALLY
like this sammy??? this sammy right here????
this kid steals dean's flannels even though they don't reach his wrists because they're "more comfortable." he can't keep a pair of pants longer than six months because he grows like a goddamn weed.
this is his big brother's leather jacket!! dean stole it from a surplus store in kentucky and sam wears it everywhere!!!! you cannot tell me otherwise!! they steal it back and forth all the time, but dean doesn't actually want it back bc sam wearing his leather jacket makes him sweat in weird places, which is totally unrelated, okay?
this kid has dreams!!! he writes everything down in composition notebooks stained at the corners with dried, rusty blood from a werewolf four states and five schools ago.
he's been storing his money from pool hustling in the canvas lining of the duffle bag that holds all of his possessions.
this little guy????
the people they save cling to sam like fucking vines, white-knuckled fingers in his sweatshirts because if someone this bright, this innocent, can survive this, they can, too. nothing bad can possibly happen to this kid, because the older one is snarling and spitting and chewing through bone.
because this is just a kid!!!!!! and this kid should be saved, not saving. he's got a pimple on his jaw that's been there for months, and he sweats through almost every shirt he puts on.
LIKE THIS FELLA RIGHT HERE??????
this kid keeps wiping angry tears out of his eyes because no one in this family cares if he's happy, as long as he's here. sam's got money in his bag, and dean won't look him in the eye, and dad is telling him to get the fuck out.
he's telling him that he might as well not even be a part of this fucking family, if he's not going to fight for it. like sam hasn't lost litres of blood for this family, like he wasn't weaned on sweat and stale coca-cola and what adrenaline tastes like when it's the only thing keeping you conscious.
this kid is too big to fit into a queen w dean but goddamnit he's going to, anyway, lazy long limbs splayed on a couch while they watch a re-run on a spotty, fuzzing tv in skin-melting, stifling motel rooms.
having access to video footage of J2 at pre-series ages makes me howl at the moon. because!!!!! like!!!!!! these kids were CHILDREN!!!!!!
anyway. you get it, anon. you know the vision.
dean winchester and i see each other: i would also want to pinch his cheeks and tuck him under my arm and ruffle his hair and buy him milkshakes and new sneakers and cut his silly bangs.
-lizzy
#these anons are kicking me in the ribs while i'm down#and i am so grateful <3#ask box#kissing each anon on their forehead#lizzy writes#kinda?#samdean#also kinda#lizzy answers
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Hey Lizzy, just popping by to say I'm sorry some silly anon is making spiderwebs in your ask box. Been there with the rude anons, just pay them no mind and pray for 'em. You don't deserve the harassment, and I'm definitely sorry it happened.
Hoping to put a little more positivity here 🌺🏵️
<3 -Lilly
aw thank you so much my dear!! they are indeed silly and I will be praying for them like you said :) but thank you!! <333
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Hola puedo solicitar un fanfic? Jiji. Conoces Jesse y Joy? Tengo una idea con wanda. Based on a Jesse y joy song!!
Hola, por supuesto que si. Eso sí, escribo en inglés. Y me encanta jesse y joy 😍
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How do you feel about the Vores.
That's...complicated.
A lot of the time, vore is pretty "take it or leave it", and certain kinds of vore are a complete turnoff altogether! (like hard vore, and really anything explicitly death-centric)
But there are a few times where I think it can be pretty hot, albeit usually with the caveat of pretty specific scenarios that I barely count as vore personally lol (and often accompanied by other kinks to spice it up)
Not really sure what rating to give here :?
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Hey! Not sure if this is where I should leave a request but I’d love to see the prompt “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” With Wanda Maximoff x Reader all good if not :)
Baby Steps
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader
Description: Wanda, new to the Avengers after the events of Age of Ultron, finds peace in the reader. But when the reader starts showing signs of an eating disorder, Wanda does her best to help in a situation where she feels powerless.
Warnings: eating disorder, talk of disordered eating, angst with fluff sprinkled in at the end
Words: 1269
A/N: hii this is my first post and it’s a request yippee! to anyone who is struggling with disordered eating, i want you to know you’re not alone. you can always message me to talk. my messages are open. you are loved and valued, and you are worth much more than the number on a scale or a measuring tape.
Wanda was observant. She was the kind of person who noticed when someone was a little too quiet. She noticed the small things, but didn’t really speak up about it. After all, being new to the Avengers would definitely make someone not want to speak up. She felt like she had no place to.
It wasn’t until y/n came back from their mission that Wanda started to feel like she belonged. Y/n had been gone for the first few days of Wanda’s stay at the compound, so to see that there was another Avenger startled Wanda.
But y/n was kind, caring. They were gentle with everyone, unlike some of the others. Everyone seemed to like y/n. It wasn’t long before Wanda and y/n became close.
Wanda noticed the small things about y/n. She noticed that y/n always wet their hairbrush before brushing their hair. She noticed the kinds of books they liked to read. She noticed that they seemed especially happy on rainy days. But that wasn’t the only thing Wanda had seen.
Wanda saw the times that y/n would slip away right after dinner. She saw how, when asked if they wanted a snack, they would always politely refuse. It puzzled her.
But it didn’t take long to figure it out. Y/n had an eating disorder. To think that someone that happy, that kind could do such a thing to themselves. Wanda wanted to reach into y/n’s mind, figure out what the problem was and stop it. But that would be way overstepping a boundary.
As time went on Wanda got closer to y/n, she began to fall more and more in love with them. And when they asked Wanda to be their girlfriend, she was more than happy to say yes. And ever since that day, Wanda vowed to love y/n as much as she could.
“Dragul meu? (my love?),” Wanda asked one day, hoping that today would be different. She walked into their shared bedroom, hoping to give y/n a gentle wake-up call. “What do you want for breakfast?”
Y/n groaned, rolling over and squinting their eyes. “Maybe just a coffee,” They said, voice raspy. Both the rasp and the answer made Wanda’s stomach flutter.
“Milk and sugar okay, dragoste (love)?” Wanda asked, hoping to whatever god was listening that y/n would say yes.
“Black is good for me,” They said, sitting up. Wanda pursed her lips into a small smile and nodded. Giving y/n a soft kiss on the forehead, she murmured, “Are you doing alright?”
Y/n knew that Wanda knew about their eating disorder. They hadn’t had extensive conversations about it, but at that point, nearly everyone in the compound knew. Y/n just chose to ignore that. But with Wanda, they were honest. Well, as honest as they could be.
“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry dragă (darling),” Y/n whispered back, slipping into Wanda’s native tongue. Wanda furrowed her brows, but pushed her worry aside. Y/n wouldn’t lie to her, right?
“I know, I just worry,” She said.
“And you don’t need to, I’m okay.” Y/n gave Wanda’s hand a slight squeeze. Wanda nodded.
“Well, I’d better make that coffee then, shouldn’t I?”
By the time the afternoon rolled around, Wanda was restless. She wasn’t due for training like the others since she wasn’t put on the schedule for that day. She kept running y/n’s words in her head over and over again.
I’ve got it under control. If y/n was telling the truth, why did it feel like they were slipping further and further away? Why did it feel like Wanda could only watch as y/n fell deeper in the hole? Her thoughts were interrupted as Pietro sped into the room.
“Wanda! It’s y/n! They-” He panted. Wanda stood, eyes widening. “They fainted, during combat training!” Wanda felt as if her whole world stopped. Y/n, her love, had finally pushed themselves too far.
“Which gym?” She said, face like stone.
“Uhh, 3A, Rogers is with her now-” Wanda didn’t wait for Pietro to finish. She dashed through the compound and down to the level where the training rooms were. She could feel a sob catching in her throat as she struggled to find room 3A. With tears threatening her lower lashline, she tore through each of the gyms until she found it.
Steve was next to y/n who was sitting against the far wall, sipping a bottle of water. When Wanda approached, Steve backed off, not wanting to be a part of what seemed to be a hard conversation.
“Y/N!” Wanda cried, kneeling next to her partner. “What happened, are you-” Wanda choked on a sob. She could see y/n’s face twist in sadness. Y/n placed their hands on Wanda’s cheeks and shook their head.
“Please don’t cry,” They said. When Wanda had calmed for a moment, she took a deep breath.
“Please, honestly, have you eaten today?” Y/n’s face fell. They looked down for a moment.
“Am I going to get in trouble if I say no?” They whispered. Wanda’s stomach dropped. She bit her lip for a moment, and thought about what she should say next.
“No, no you won’t get in trouble darling,” She said slowly. “Come, we’ll get you to the infirmary-”
“No-”
“Y/n please.” Wanda looked at y/n, practically begging them to come with her. Y/n was silent for a moment, then nodded.
“Okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready to get better yet,” they said. This broke Wanda’s heart.
“You don’t have to get better all at once. Pași de bebeluș (baby steps), okay?” Wanda said. Y/n nodded again.
“Baby steps.”
“Y/n! I was talking to Banner, and he said there’s something called supplement! It’s a drink, so when you can’t finish your meals, you can have that instead!” Wanda said, entering y/n’s hospital room. It wasn’t long before y/n was admitted for malnutrition. But Wanda visited everyday. She stayed at the hospital day and night and only left for food and to clean herself up. And to talk to Banner of course.
“I don’t know...” y/n said, looking down at their hands.
“You don’t have to use it all the time, or at all. Just try it?” Wanda said, taking a seat next to y/n.
“Maybe-” Y/n was cut off by the sing-song voice of a nurse entering the room with a tray. A tray of food.
“Lunchtime!!” The nurse said. Wanda could see the panic enter y/n’s eyes as the nurse got closer. She took y/n’s hand in hers and squeezed, letting them know they she was right there.
“Thank you,” Wanda said, speaking for the panicked patient. Y/n looked at Wanda, eyes brimming with tears.
“I don’t know if I can-” They started. They cut themselves off before saying more.
“Baby steps,” Wanda reassured them. “How about this, you take one bite of the sandwich, and I’ll take one too. We’ll share it, okay?” Y/n took a deep breath and nodded. Wanda did her best to keep y/n distracted throughout the meal. It took a while, due to their abnormally small bites, but they finished the sandwich.
“O Doamne (oh my god)! We finished it my love! That’s amazing! You’re doing amazing, “ Wanda said when y/n had finished their last bite. “I knew you could do it!”
“It was easier like that,” Y/n admitted.
“Well, in that case dragul meu (my darling), I’ll eat with you for as long as it takes. Even if it means forever.” Wanda said, still amazed at how well y/n had done. This was the most they had eaten in a couple days.
“Promise?”
“Promisiune (promise).”
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