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cjkie22 · 5 months

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A non-exhaustive list of why you should listen to hit dirtbag boyband Bears in Trees:

their music is really amazing. you'll love it.

especially if your Spotify wrapped was on the pov: indie side of things

and even if it wasn't.

songs for every emotion

absolutely beautiful lyrics

sometimes these lyrics make sense. sometimes they don't. that's part of the fun.

songs about platonic love !!!!!

songs for the queers! the aros! the aces! the enbies! the trans community!

my dad likes them. doesn't sound like a lot, but it's an achievement.

(more underneath the break)

iain (bass/vox/lyrics) has "ginger" tattooed on the back of their head. if that isn't iconic I don't know what is.

on the note of iain, they were the first person i was aware of that used they as a pronoun, and that changed my life

they have a discord server! it's a really lovely community. i am not biased in the slightest. (discord.gg/sandbox) (https://discord.com/invite/thesandbox) (i will personally send you an invite i don't actually know what the link is)

they should DEFINITELY be on the heartstopper soundtrack

if I'm remembering correctly in the tiktok where they said they should be on the heartstopper soundtrack, they also said 3 out of 4 of them were in some way queer. seems like a good thing to me.

they opened for you me at six earlier this year. it was my first time seeing them live. and WOW.

I met some of my best friends through this band. I'm not joking; big shout out to the mojo dojo castle house, I'll never forget that weekend.

they're hilarious on the internet

you might cry at several of their songs for a million different reasons

BearBerry records

they have a tumblr blog @/bearsintreesofficial (iirc). I'm not gonna tag them but

BiT gigs are a safe space. I may have almost fainted at my last one (new cross inn, August 2023) but I've never met so many kind strangers and genuinely lovely people

merch is super comfy and really cute.

it gives stardew valley and animal crossing (trust me I'm right)

after the new cross gig (sweatiest gig in the world), despite surely being exhausted, callum (uke/keys/vox) took my bereal and i got my mini lesbian flag signed by them all

I turned out not to be a lesbian, which possibly makes it funnier, but the flag is stuck on my wall still

cryptids would LOVE their band

dash.

there's also a community minecraft server for discord members

BiT postcards !!!!

gosh and the bit stickers

they covered stick season on an Instagram live

they also do the funniest twitch streams

iain and the mountain

the raccoon email address

george (drums/production) is elite. the drum fills in doing this again? iconic. also has a specific really cool shirt I want to steal

wedding. dress. tiktok.

callum doesn't wear shoes on stage. apparently this was common knowledge but it sure surprised me at new cross.

the austrian soft drinks advert

iain make up looks

callum plays the flute. I want to say classically trained flautist but i may be wrong.

none of them have EVER bribed any members of law enforcement

their songs are very tattooable

talking of tattoos, nick (lyrics/guitar/saw him play the uke on stage once) has L + R tattooed on his forearms (iirc). absolute genius and I am stealing it when I get more of my patchwork sleeve done

iain releases solo music to under the name pet yeti. it's ethereal. callum also plays flute on one of them.

trumpet joe

the four of them never look like they are dressed for the same event

someone once edited the bears in trees wiki page to say that Ryan Ross was in their band

silly geese

that time we got singing? poetry? performance art? of THAT harry potter fanfiction

according to tiktok, iain and nick once had to sneak into their own show because they were underage

nurby

I have a video in the depths of my camera roll of them covering Mama by My Chemical Romance on a twitch stream

sonick

all of them give me gender envy at different times

their newest single (bart's bike) features banjo

patreon content

yelling it gets better with a room full of people was a healing experience.

tilly

modern baseball and fall out boy adjacent in my brain

if you like bears in trees you're automatically hot and really cool

they did a song with noahfinnce and its really super good

callum also featured on a myriad song which is also really super good

bit songs feel like coming home. they feel like hot chocolate and a blanket on a cold night. they feel like a warm hug. they feel like surviving and falling in love with life again and overcoming the worst things. they feel like victory, because you didn't think you'd make it to adulthood. but I'm 20 now. and I'm still here. I've almost graduated uni. and that's what bears in trees feels like.

all of their songs!!!! amazing!!!!

please feel free to add to this list. I'm taking suggestions.

#bears in trees #dirtbag boyband #music #bit #bearsintrees #bears in trees core #LISTEN TO THEM #i'm begging you #i love my friends #they make me feel alive again #indie #pov: indie #i'm alive #and thats wonderful

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nimbus-bugs · 10 months

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Nim Sketch Dump

as promised, here's a big sketch dump of my sona/oc nim! this isn't gonna be a popular post and I don't care 👍

I didn't originally intend to post these so I've referenced some art works heavily but I've written the name of the artist and I'll type it out too! if any of the artists see my references and is uncomfortable with it please let me know and I'll remove it from this post :D

dump under the cut!

the first ideas for his "modern design" (he's been around and recycled for a loooong time). the pose in the top right hand corner is taken from @/hiraethminds! they are a very cool artist and inspire me a lot. though the grey-ish tones as the major colour goes away I still really like the centipede tattoo, centipedes are rad as fuck and you can't tell me otherwise

I started to play with the idea of a goat design for him here! which is strange because like. that's not even his main design or motif or anything, I just really liked the idea I guess LMAO also Aurelai belongs to my mate of the same name! she's not on tumblr (yet) but you should still like her because she's cool and awesome

a treat for my qsmp enjoyers!! an unfinished short comic I sketched on the day tallulah lost her first life. the other characters in this are my old ocs, don't even worry about them

I straight up just have the image that inspired me in this one. its by @/sss-eriema and it was a gift from GOD. I was trying to sort out the colours and wanted to incorporate both orange (my favourite colour) and green (my close second favourite colour) but wasn't having much luck. eriema's artwork showed me that it can work in a more muted way and it was very very helpful!!

maid dress. sorry. also slimecicle

I started to get the colours down in the bottom right corner!! I really like this sketch page honestly. some bonus self portrait sketches because I wanted to try and put some more of my own features into his design as my sona! also in the notes I was debating between the two eye shapes and I'm still thinking about it. I think the bottom ones fit his personality more and are way more expressive but I just like the Vibe of the top ones

a lot of little drawings with varying styles! also more slimecicle. I am adhding so hard for him right now, it's concerning.

t. this one is the reason for the blood tw in the tags. I just really like drawing blood. as a treat. don't come for me this is my self-indulgent safe space leT ME BE EDGY </3 also the writing is a little hard to read so I've put it in the alt! and more qsmp doodles!

I'm starting to ditch the goat design but this one is my last hurrah. basically settled on the general colour scheme now! and more qsmp stuff. its literally gripped my brain I can't escape it, even in my personal work

then I realised. nimbus-BUGS. bugs! what if bug? this was a really fun study for using more creature features that I wasn't used to! loving the mandibles tbh

my most recent sketch as of posting! I might update this later, but this sketch page is probably the most gratuitously referenced, the expressions in the bottom left and top right were basically ripped from @/microwavablesquid so if you like those please check them out! the basic design structure of the full body was referenced from @/aresonist, retroactively I realised a lot of my design choices. uh. they also made LMAOOO so if my design in General tickles your brain, follow them!

as for his lore and basic information for what he actually Is, uhhh. ??? I don't know HAHAHA he's a little guy! he's creature! is he human? probably not but no one could say for sure! is he bugs? is he 1000 bugs in a trenchcoat? sometimes he's goat I guess??? I can never decide on a design and I think that aids his cryptid-like habits. he shows up sometimes, vibes and can't die in a way that matters! he has a running motif of my fake-God-thing, the centipede ouroboros, so I was like "what if he was a harbinger of the ouroboros, what then." and I like to imagine he has video game logic where when he dies, he basically respawns. also weirdly it's worked out in a way where he has lots of biblical motifs, like my name is literally nimbus, like the halo, and he's a messenger of a god like some fucked up blorbo angel. also lily of the valley is my favourite flower and I like drawing him with it, it also has lots of symbolism in the bible?? wild.

I sincerely doubt it but if you guys have any questions about nim or want to draw him or anything I would Die. I would just keel over. you'd take me out.

thank you so much if you got to the end of this btw!! this was a lot. seriously though, it means the world if even one person would like to see my little guy <3 have a great day and take care of yourself!

#my art #nim rambles #nim ocs

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persnickett · 1 year

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Hello ily ♥️😘

Also! ✨ 🌠 🌿 🎀 🎉 💞 💎 📡 🤲 ☯️

💟✉ - I had to improvise bc I couldn't find the love letter emoji 🙈

I know there are a lot there lol, but what can I say? Your mind is wonderful and I'm curious 😇 So take your pick, and if any of these take your fancy, I'd love to hear your thoughts 😍

♥️😘

OMG HI, my darling. Thank you for this! I am so sorry for the long wait - and how stupidly long this got lol. But ily2 and here is my answer at last. ❤️

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oof. Well there are certain fics I have worked really hard on, but I feel the notable example does get its fair share of credit and love and discussion (a big thank you to everyone who has read and engaged with me <3 ). But I guess I put a lot of work into An Apprenticeship, Of Brick and of Bone, Bad Moon a-Risin' too , and will always appreciate anything people want to pick up on and come and chat to me about on those. (I mean, the same is true for any fic ever, quite honestly lol – but) Those fics I’d say do also sort of have some subtlety or backstory to them that doesn’t get explicitly laid out in the fic, particularly An Apprenticeship, so there might be some fun things to talk about there if anyone is picking up on any Vibes they want to share.

Ok Edit: I wrote that whole answer out and then I went to grab the links and realize all those fics actually have not too bad interaction in comparison to my others lol. (thank you again, y’all <3). So, if this question is meant to be about the fics that get the least interaction, here’s something kinda fun: I sorted my stats page by hits in reverse, and in keeping with my weird experience that Holiday Themed Fics Seem to get Less Interest, these three tmrss fics have the lowest hit count. Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar Northern Crossing I Like you a Latte (After that it's drabbles, which seem to make sense drawing less traffic to me, for some reason, and then a New Year's themed fic 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️) As for Die Hard, the lowest hit count that goes to a full fic and not just a drabble, is this one: The Weather Outside is Frightful

Does anyone else experience this with their holiday themed fics? I’m really interested in this lol.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Hmmm. I have a pretty big vocabulary. Is that a compliment? Lol It’s *Nerdy* with a capital N, how about that? Lol. There’s a lot of nerdy semi-obscure word play, reference humour, and I fall in love with the characters and get obsessed with every minute little detail about them. So if you love obsessing over nerdy details too, my fic just might be for you! lol

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

This is a sneaky wife-scolding moment, @dream0fspring, and frankly it’s fair. I mean the short answer is, I don’t. OP is right though, that writers definitely should. We have talked a lot about this in DMs (because you put up with so much from me <3) but at least in terms of my WIP, I tend to celebrate the success of completing the hard work of posting a chapter by rewarding myself with more work – ie. setting the deadline for the next one. I also have a tendency to set my deadlines by estimating how long I will likely take to finish a chapter, and then trying to shorten that timeline as much as possible because faster is better, and working comfortably and at my own pace would be lazy and somehow feels like a ‘failure’. To ‘hustle’ or something, idk. This is a really important question though, because I have learned a lot about myself and my workstyle and the importance of motivation and self care through writing, in ways that apply to my life outside of writing - how I approach workload in my rl job or life admin tasks and responsibility, etc. I think it’s something we could all benefit from examining in ourselves from time to time. Are we happy with the way we treat ourselves in terms of effort and reward for the different kinds of labour that come into our lives each day, and would we be happy to see somebody else, say a friend or loved one, treat themselves the same way? It’s a great question. Afraid I’d have to throw it back out to tumblr though – does anybody have ideas on how they celebrate publishing to share?

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

Most of you reading this will probably know that I have a little collection on my ao3 of random snippets I call Snickits, bearing the Henry Van Dyke quote “The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best”, it’s about that fear of the vulnerability of putting ourselves into something and then offering it up to the world but I think that’s part and parcel of sharing one’s gifts. Obviously if we all gave into that voice that tells us ‘but mine isn’t as good/as big/as angsty/as funny/as worldbuilt/as proficient in English as xx’s fic’ and let it be a reason that we didn’t share it, there would be no content and there wouldn’t be a fandom at all. <3 Incidentally, (off topic, but hey this is already long af), there’s no fandom without readers, either, and this is something I’ve been seeing a lot of chat about lately with comments too. Comments and feedback are what let writers, or songbirds, know you heard and appreciated their song. They are super important to keeping fandom being a thing and a big reason many writers write here instead of going off to make money on original fiction. I see so many people say the reason they don’t comment is because other people’s comments intimidate them or seem smarter or more ‘creative’. That just breaks my heart to know somebody had a reaction to something someone wrote, was touched by something they created, and wanted to let them know but then *didn’t* because they felt themselves unworthy. (And then the image of the author on the other end, posting to the sound of crickets and thinking the same thing.) If anyone is a nervous commenter and reading this, please know it takes basically no more than a ‘omg!’, ‘this was my favourite chapter so far’ or ‘haha the moment xx happened cracked me up!’ to make a writers’ entire day. <3

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

Is it weird that this question stumped me so much I left it to last? I feel like I spoke to this a bit in my last reply to this ask game but there are SO many reasons people write. Escapism, activism, therapy, self expression, to inform, to entertain. I guess for me it’s a bit of the first and last. It’s a hobby, and it’s the one I chose because it fits the best. Words have always been sort of my one thing I feel like I *have* as it were – as a skill, to offer to people, to make an impact with etc. We all have our skills and strengths and interests and words and language have always been one for me. (Don’t know if it’s related but I’m an auditory learner and will remember everything I hear too, which I understand isn’t all that common lol). I’m also introverted, so I’m far more likely to sit down at a keyboard and think about what I want to say than to get up on a stage and shout it out to a crowd (though yes I get up on a stage and do that set to music sometimes lol, shhh, humans don’t have to make sense). I guess writing is my way of feeling competent and effective at something, and fanfic (and feedback) is a way I feel like I reach people and offer them, and the world, something. I know I already mentioned that as a character driven writer, I find the depth to which I imagine different characters with different personalities reacting to the circumstances in my stories is a way I’ve come to feel like I have a better understanding of personalities different to my own, and it lets me have a better appreciation for, love of, and patience with, the people around me in every day life, too.<3 Writing is amazing!

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

Hmm. I feel like there’s kind of two different situations here. Comments and kudos are something I associate with Ao3 (I’m not sure if they have kudos on other platforms like ff.net or wattpad) and quite specific to writing, and I think engaging with authors on their stories to show that you liked it with kudos or that it made you think or feel or simply enjoy something, with a comment, are super important motivators to keep writers writing, and keep fandom being a welcoming space that embraces and encourages new writers starting out and fosters opportunities for them to explore and practice and build their skill. But then, tumblr and twitter are social media that can be used for fandom interactions with the people you meet who share your interests, but can be quite separate from writing, or at least they are in my experience. As a writer I don’t always get to engage with fan artists, and that’s one of the big plusses for me with tumblr, because I can’t do art at all and I really respect and admire fanartists hardcore. I don’t really use twitter. I’m intrigued to see it here being touted as a space for healthy fandom interaction when it has the reputation for basically being the opposite lol. I’m a highly drama-allergic person so I guess it’s possible that arguments and fanwank and ship wars are perceived by some people as a ‘healthy’ way to express things, and to each their own I suppose. But while I find respectful, calm discussions in fandom as intellectually stimulating and fascinating as the next fan, I do feel that so often that isn’t the goal, so much as finding a fight to have. And the problem there is negativity breeds negativity. I'm a firm believer that car horns ought to be made obsolete because they don't do what they were intended for anymore, which is warn somebody that another vehicle is coming around a bend on a one-lane dirt road. They're just a big loud 'fuck you' button these days, and hearing it directed at you can plant a seed of negativity that can set off your whole day and definitely makes it very tempting to hit that button on the next person that bothers you, and so it spreads out and spirals. Fandom wank feels like that to me. It might *feel* like ‘venting’ lets things out, but therapeutic psychology actually tells us distracting yourself with something positive is a just as effective, if not moreso, way to feel better without focusing on the negative – and definitely without passing it on to others in a chain reaction of yelling and fist flailing lol. I perceive fandoms that embrace a lot of opposition and ‘warring’ as actually toxic rather than healthy, and more as things that will wind me up when I came here with my leisure time to let go and relax, rather than as ways to ‘get things out’. I’m also concerned that behaviour toxifies a space, and can put negative thoughts into people’s heads that weren’t there to begin with and didn’t need to be there at all (it’s all fiction at the end of the day lol) when they might have logged on to the internet feeling perfectly fine. So I’ve never been one to go looking for an argument, even if I’m feeling some kinda way on any given day. And from what I’ve heard, that means twitter isn’t really the place for me lol.

As for having social anxiety – yeah I do. But funnily enough interacting over the internet mostly takes care of that for me. I’m far less nervous when I have time to sit and think what I want to write out and say to somebody, than I am when I feel put on the spot in person. Not to mention the added option of anonymity on the internet. So that’s how I deal with it lol, it’s probably a large part of the whole reason I’m here using it!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Well, I’m three chapters away from finishing The Blood Culmination . That is definitely feeling pretty momentous after 5 years (omg). And then, the sky’s the limit for what I want to work on next, I guess! Which is pretty damned exciting. Like maybe 10% scary, 90% exciting. Or 90% scary, 10% exciting *insert Owen Wilson in Armageddon meme here*.

I do have my ideas, as you know.😈 Maybe I should take a poll on what I should write next lol. Something spicy, mayhaps? Maybe the next big thing won’t even be fanfic at all… !!

With apologies again that this got so long, luckily some of the things you asked already came up in my other post here.

For anyone else who wants to do this, these questions are all from the ask game found here

❤️❤️❤️

#writing be like #ask game #snick talks (apparently)

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ac-editz · 1 year

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Welcome to my blog!

Requests: Open, VERY slow (inbox - 3)

At the moment tumblr wont let me embed links, so stimboards are closed!

Page dividers all from this blog (18+ only)

reply icons from a deleted blog

below the cut is my dni, before you follow, and rules to requesting!

DNI

Homophobe, transphobe, racist, sexist, anti-anti, proship, MAP/pedophiles, drama/discourse blog, ddlg and it's variants, thinspo and feederism blogs.

Before you follow

we will post about xenogenders!

we are an adult!

We're a traumagen system, we will not tag ourselves as specific alters just cuz it gets too confusing.

Thats said, this blog is mainly owned by our Nepeta fictive (it/xe/he/paw/she/claw/:3)

We use any pronouns, mainly it/they!

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Please request at least two things before asking for an Anon tag :]!

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Rules to requesting

This will be the longest part, sorry ^^;

What we do:

Stimboards

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Icons

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If you want something we don't have listed, don't be afraid to ask!

unfortunately i do not to reply icons, simply because idk how to

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Homestuck

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Tmnt

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hermitcraft

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underverse

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The Magnus archives

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Feel free to ask about fandoms not listed!

We'll absolutely do specific things for introjects, even if it's a little above our pay grade we'll still do the best we can when it comes to faceclaim edits!

We mostly work with stimboards because it's a fun activity for us, which is why we post so many that aren't requested!

We will never engage in discourse on this side blog, we will simply block and move on.

Though we make a lot of fandom/character based content, we love making anti stim/funny stimboards as well! Feel so so free to request funny things :]

While probably unlikely, we still can say no to any request we receive. We're doing this for fun and for free, and we have a life outside of Tumblr (surprisingly!)

Thank you for reading, have a great day!!!

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scorittanius · 1 year

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Tell me the lore of your Millie. You’ve intrigued me and also if you have a design to maybe draw that would be cool

you sly dog, you got me monologuing.

i'll draw later-

note; includes hints of a slight crossover w pokemon uranium, yet nothing much besides the news station's report.

WARNING: LONG. I AM ALSO KINDA BAD AT WRITING.

yknow how i mentioned she looked like a victorian era orphan? well, she spent majority of her early life in foster homes. she doesn't remember much, so i can't really say much more on that topic.

she was adopted by the fitsimmons when she was 8, and at first they seemed to be a lovely family; she had a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and a roof over her head, unlike many of her previous homes. when she turned 10, she started to catch on to how... weird they were. for starters, they only ever fed her vegan-friendly diets without proper vitamin supplements, so she was dealing with iron and calcium deficiencies. and occasionally they tried to have 'the talk' with her. when she accepted, it turned out said talk was just telling her she was allergic to almost all meat ( an obvious lie ), so she stopped caring.

She was 12 when the bullying and depression started up. each day when she went to school, she faced what can only be described as torment. usually the abuse from her peers was mental, but sometimes it would be physical; broken bones, scraped knees, and a left forearm so mangled it needed to be amputated were some of the main injuries sustained. Sooner or later she found homestuck, and started reading it. she found a sense of comfort in the story as a whole, yet especially vriska. with this sense of solstice, she slowly recovered, which was greatly helped when she was placed in her grandfather's care due to her parents taking up a career overseas.

Soon, we come to the main story. The day of her supposed demise was an eventful one. nothing interesting happened until around 9PM; her family gathered around the TV, watching as a news reporter talked about a nuclear disaster happening to a nearby region. she took the oppertunity to sneak out to the workshed, thus her fate was sealed. Man, the news didn't lie; radioactive air had already made it's way to their small coastal town, and it was hard to breathe. That didn't matter to Millie, though, considering she had just found her adoption papers. but before she could get them, a metal claw grabbed her waist, and she was pulled into the nightmare we all know. After the fact, after the nightmare, Millie managed to get out of the animatronic's cage despite her injuries, and with her last strength, started reading the papers. Nothing interesting recorded at first, but she felt there was something urgent in there she needed to see before she passed. Soon enough, she found the page. skimming through the words, trying to find those damned words, that damn name. She only managed to read it in her final seconds. Birth name: Millicent Rose Afton.

The final words she read as a living person. The final thought she'd have. These 3 words had been so important to her, she failed to notice the black inchor dripping from her neck before she collapsed, seemingly dead.

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Here's where we divert our attention away from her POV for. 'i cant fucking write mhy hands are sore' reasons.

After her disappearance, rumours started to spread of a mysterious figure roaming in the graveyard below jumper's cliff. almost like a spirit cursed to roam the earth forever more... Reports of the figure revealed that it was feminine, and appeared to have died a teenager. while it seemed mainly human, certain limbs, half of it's face, it's ears, and it's apparent fluffy tail, showed a likeness to an old freddy's animatronic. alongside that, it was always seen with a murder of ravens surrounding it, and a black cat by it's side.

this strange cryptid was thus named nevermore, the raven-friend only spoken of in whispers. nobody knows if it's hostile, but not even the cockiest of adventurers dared to find out.

#fnaf millie #ctw #ctw fnaf #fnaf ctw #tags...

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hamartia-grander · 2 years

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weird asks: 2, 4, 17, 20, 21, 27, 29, 36, 47. feel free to skip any you've already answered! ✌️ (also, sorry if i sent this twice by accident, my page refreshed and i have no idea if it sent the first time. 🤷‍♂️)

I only got it once, dw! And thank you <333

2. Lighter or matches? Matches. I love striking them, I love watching the flame burn, I love that they don't last.

4. Which cryptyd being do you believe in? I've never really thought about this before, but I agree with @mandofury in that I think the Kraken exists, and other underwater cryptids. I mean in a vast, still mostly unexplored ocean there could be any number of creatures, even some we couldn't imagine. And there are SO many different cultures and regions of the world who have stories of a sea serpent of some kind - the Loch Ness monster of Scotland, the Selma or Seljordsormen lake monster of Norway, the Nahuelito sea monster of Argentina, the Mamlambo lake monster of South Africa, and many more - that there's got to be something like a sea monster cryptyd out there, somewhere.

17. Are you far-sighted or near-sighted? Nearsighted! I've had to wear glasses since 4th grade and my vision has gotten so bad since I can't see clearly not even a foot past my face. I mean I'm currently holding my phone about 12cm from my face, any further it gets blurry. It sucks. I hate glasses.

20. Do you say soda or pop? When I lived up north I said pop or soda pop but I've lived in the south too long and now only say soda

21. Something you've kept since childhood? I used to have a long stick I got when I was like 13 that I'd take with me on walks through the forest behind our old house, but my family moved out of that house while I was at university and my dad threw out my stick because he's an asshole. I was very sad. I still have one stuffed animal from my childhood but my mom threw out the rest when I was 12 because I was "too old". Fuck that.

27. About how many hours of sleep do you get? I average about 3-5 hours a night. The most I've ever slept was 14 hours and that was after a full 48 hours of being awake lmaoooo

29. How do you like your shower water? I take cold showers. Lukewarm at most.

36. How many times have you changed your url? I actually haven't! I made this account about 7 years ago after reading Harry Potter for the first time and I loved Hermione so I made this url. First I never changed it because I stopped using tumblr for a few years, then I never changed it because eh I like it and I'm used to it.

47. What was the last message you sent? I tried texting my friend "it was so nice seeing you too!!!" but for some reason the "!!!" autocorrected to fucking "mcgregor" so I had to explain to her that I did not mean to send "It was so nice seeing you too mcgregor" but it was so funny

Thank you for these! I had fun answering them💜💕

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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ᴀʟᴍᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴇɢʀɪɴᴇ | ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴛ, ʜᴏᴛ, ʜᴏᴛ.

okay so if you saw my post about "beachboy" by McCafferty then you'll understand where this got it's inspiration for. :)

also, this is an academy!au, so obviously it takes place when Alma is still in training under Miss A

title source: "beachboy" by mcafferty

warnings: soft smut

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You never had any chance when the resident golden girl, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, Alma Bentham began "pursuing" you as her newest tryst. She was known to make her way through the ranks of new ymbrynes-in-training, for what reason no one knew, but then you'd caught her eye. You had come in a bit late, around seventeen, and were the shy, quiet type who kept to herself for the most part. But when you began posing a threat to Alma's spot as top student in Miss Avocet's class, she began to really pay attention to you. From the day that Miss Avocet had praised your name on an especially impressive assignment's mark, Alma had taken note of every move you'd made, every step you took through that huge house. She memorized your routine and learned your friend's names (there were only two, so that wasn't very hard).

And after she'd learned everything there was to learn about you, she'd finally struck. Just like any other day, you'd done your best to stay out of notice, though that was harder now that pretty much everyone in Miss Avocet's class knew that you were unknowingly competing with Alma for favorite student. You, of course, had no intention of taking the girl's place, you just wanted to learn and graduate without making too many waves, but of course Alma couldn't have that. So as you snuck out the door during lunch hour, an apple clutched in one hand and a book in the other, Alma silently stalked closer from behind you, sharp eyes locked on your form, until you'd made it outside and to the large apple tree that resided beside the huge house that served as the ymbryne academy. Alma stayed in the shadows for a while longer, watching you settle down beneath the shade of the tree and stretch your legs out, unfolding the book over your lap and polishing your apple on your skirt.

The ravenette saw your shoulders drop and your features relax at the illusion of lonesomeness, and that was when she slunk out from hiding. She approached the tree without you noticing for a while, too absorbed in your book until she was practically on top of you and her shadow was casted on your page. With reluctance, you finally tore your eyes from the page and raised them to see whoever it was that had interrupted you. But you visibly jumped and your eyes went wide when you caught sight of the one and only Alma Bentham. You'd seen her brothers causing trouble around the academy, and though you often wondered how they got into the academy since they obviously weren't ymbrynes, you'd never had an interaction with them, so you'd definitely not had one with their sister. She was too good for someone like you; tall, elegant, slim, beautiful. Everything you could never be. So to see her staring at you, no one else around for her to possibly be looking at, sent a heady rush towards your brain.

Said brain seemed entirely fried at the sight of such a person standing there, and your lips parted but no words came out, unable to be formed coherently. Alma smirked as she watched your thoughts flash across your face like that of a film, and eventually said "Good afternoon," once it became glaringly obvious you were unable to form a greeting first. Finally, you managed a quiet "Uh--he-ello, Miss Bentham." Alma grimaced slightly at the formality, but hid it behind a smug smile as she slipped to the ground beside you, snatching your book from you to see what you were reading. You let out a little "hey-!" but gave no other protest. Alma's eyes raked over the page; nothing too impressive, so she gave it back with a disinterested hum. You kept your eyes glued to the girl's face, unwilling to look away in case she decided to...well, you weren't sure what she might try to do; there were a multitude of different reasons that you could think of for Alma to be talking to you, none of them particularly favorable.

Alma looked back for a while longer, checking you out from this new closeness and quite liking what she saw. Finally, she asked "And what might your name be?" You swallowed dryly, clearing your throat and trying to ignore the feeling of Alma's thigh pressed against yours as you replied "Um. Y/n." Alma quirked a brow up curiously at the erasure of your surname, but didn't comment on it and instead said "Lovely." She paused. "It's come to my attention that you're more than you let on." You blinked a few times, eyes flicking from the house to Alma to your lap and then back to Alma as you tried to come up with a suitable response. None surfaced, so you just shook your head dumbly. It gained a laugh from Alma, tipping her head back a bit as she exclaimed "Oh, no need to deny it! From one top student to another...Miss Avocet seems to quite like you." Again you blinked a few times before quickly stuttering out "Oh, no no. I'm not a top student, you're the--"

The ravenette cut you off with a glance, which was quite impressive since it was pretty hard to stop you once you began nervous-rambling. But you did, mouth snapping shut with a quiet click as you stared back, eyes still wide and bird-like. Ironic. "Don't lie to me, y/n. I've seen your grades. And see, word is going around that you're looking to replace me." This time an angry blush rose to your cheeks and you backtracked, verbally and physically, scrambling away from the girl a few feet even as your book fell to the dirt and dented your apple. Alma stared silently as you tried to deny the claim, not upset but not necessarily happy either. She knew you wouldn't be able to replace her, really, but she'd been enjoying seeing you like this. "Oh no, I-I swear I'm not. I've always been t-too smart for my own good. It's not--I'm not trying to replace you, Miss, I promise, I just work hard a-and I didn't mean to--" "Y/n. Hush." Finally Alma spoke, snapping her fingers smartly and freezing you in place with the sheer confidence of it all.

You nodded, staying quiet as Alma spoke again. "What I said was there are rumors, y/n. And everyone knows that rumors are no more than children's whispers about the playground. You and I both are aware of our status'." You nodded again, somehow relaxing just a tinge. And when the older girl curled her finger towards her, you obeyed and slowly crawled forward again until you had returned to your place beside her. Finally Alma looked away, giving you a chance to breathe and collect yourself. You'd made a terrible first impression on her, you knew that much, now all you could hope was that Alma wouldn't start any of her own 'children's whispers about the playground'. Though her head was facing the house, Alma's eyes remained on you, fidgeting nervously, and considered saying more. She didn't for a long moment, and eventually you whispered "Would you...like an apple?" The ravenette's head finally turned back to you, now holding another apple, this one spotless and shining in the sun, out to her in an open palm.

Gaze darting between you and the offering, she finally smirked and plucked it from your hand, sunk her teeth into it. The fruit was impossibly sweet, and the juice hit her tongue like cool rain in the desert, saccharine sins in the form of polished perfection. It was delicious. You watched, rapt with attention, as an elegant tongue flicked out to swipe a drop of the honeyed substance from full lips, which tweaked into another smirk under your watchful gaze. You tore your eyes away finally with a fierce blush, hiding your face in the bark of the tree behind you. Alma chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully at your naturally shy tendencies, and continued to eat her apple. A few minutes passed, the only sound being the chirping of (real) birds and Alma's sharp canines tearing the delicate flesh of fruit off of it's stem, rolling it around a wicked mouth that had uttered many a girl's doom, before swallowing and starting over again.

You had joined in at some point, silently nibbling at your own snack, but soon lunch time was over, and you both had to get back inside before Miss Avocet came to retrieve you. So Alma, finished with her treat, tossed the core far off into the tall grass of the field, and stood, brushing her skirts off before holding a tempting hand out for you to take. Warily, you stared at the thing for a moment, as though it may lash out and bite you, but at last you took it in your own shaky hand, and Alma pulled you to your feet in one swift tug. You let out a little gasp at the casual show of strength. Of course, at the sudden movement, you ended up tripping over a mangled root that peaked through the dirt at your feet, and with a choked yelp tumbled towards Alma. The ravenette let out a small noise as well but easily caught you, holding you on your feet with a smug smile.

"What, falling for me already are we?" She purred in your ear, your back pressed to her chest as she held you steady by an arm around your waist. You let out an audible breath that shook your chest. "O-Of course not," you breathed, and Alma chuckled under her breath, a sound that fluttered across your skin like the ghost of a lover's caress, but was gone just as fast when the girl backed away and began walking back to the house. You stared after her for a moment before snapping to reality and scrambling to collect your things and rush after her.

That had been two months ago, and since then Alma had made it a point to interact with you nearly every day. Miss Avocet had more than likely seen you two getting along, as she'd give you a satisfied smile whenever you glanced at her, as had Miss Bunting. Her glances were less warm and more calculating, but lingered nonetheless. Alma's attention had led many girls to their demise, in the best of ways, and though you hadn't realized it, you'd also slowly fallen prey to her smooth words and sly gaze. Like a fly caught in a spider's web, you let Alma pull you in day by day, every glance from across the room or wink sent over a textbook gradually stringing you further and further along, and only entangling you further in her beautiful latticework of destruction.

But eventually that tension had to break, somehow. And break it did, under that same apple tree that you'd first met the elusive ravenette. You sat together, side by side, conversing over a topic that Miss Avocet had covered earlier that morning. You had slowly grown out of your shell, at least around Alma, and could actually talk without stuttering and hold yourself together around the girl. "But I just think that it's so fascinating that some ymbrynes never get to--" "Y/n." You stopped talking when Alma spoke your name, hand dropping from the air and eyes sliding over to meet hers, questioning. The ravenette smiled a bit, eyes raking over your face, searching for something. Eyes still alight with wonder, cheeks flushed from excitement and lips pulled into an unmoving grin, Alma's only conclusion was that in this moment, you were the most beautiful creature she'd ever laid eyes upon. So she obviously didn't hesitate to throw herself at you, connecting your lips in a hard, sudden kiss that stole the breath from your lungs instantly.

The force of her body sent you two onto the ground, but Alma didn't pull away, hand holding your chin tightly as her lips moved insistently against yours. A twinge of fear seeped into her blood when you took just a bit too long to respond, and she almost pulled away, but just as the girl figured she'd overstepped, your arms came up to curl around her neck and hold her against you, lips responding in time to hers. Alma could feel your skin heat up a thousand degrees under her hand, but you poured your entire heart and soul into this kiss and it was one of the best Alma had ever had. She let out a little noise in the back of her throat, pressing you into the ground a little harder, more determined to send you reeling under her. And it worked, quite well in fact, as your body arched into hers when she settled herself atop your hips, straddling your waist comfortably, and you made a desperate mewling whimper that pulled Alma's lips into a smirk against yours.

She only pulled away once it became a challenge to breathe, and after a quick kiss to your jaw, she crawled off of you and stood, pulling you up with her and towards the house. You stumbled along after the girl, still half blinded with post kiss euphoria. You didn't mind; in this moment you'd probably let Alma take you anywhere. But she didn't, just to her bedroom, sneaking past the rest of the girls and staying out of sight until she had arrived, pulling you inside and shoving the door shut, your back against it seconds later. The ravenette kissed you like she meant it, kissed you like the world was ending. Alma kissed you like a man starved where you were the only food left in the universe. She touched you like you were a goddess, body carved by the gods themselves under her fingertips like cold marble. She touched you like she loved you.

She didn't, of course, but if you thought hard enough you could almost believe that she did. The girl forced you onto her bed (though it didn't take much force), straddling you once again and devouring your lips, covering every available inch of skin in kisses and love bites. She had you so blissed out that when she mumbled "Take it off, sweetheart," tugging at your blouse, you didn't object and frantically removed the garment, aching to feel her lips on you again, whatever the cost. And you earned it, as Alma's eyes roamed your mostly exposed chest, leaving a growl loose before attacking your clear skin with vicious lips and a rough pressure. It forced you to clap a hand over your mouth, keep yourself quiet, and if you could think straight you would have thanked the stars that classes were let out early today. Alma's mouth traveled further and further south, whispering affirmations against you, and eventually you dug your fingers into her thick hair as she arrived at the edge of your skirt.

She lay more butterfly kisses to sensitive skin but didn't linger as she soon slid back up your body, flipping the two of you without warning so that you were above her. But she'd in no way given up control as her hand hitched your skirt over your hips and she bent her leg, positioning it between yours and wedging her thigh between the apex of your legs. The sudden pressure pulled a gasp from your lips and you nearly fell forward, automatically grinding against her. Alma smirked wickedly, sitting up a bit further so she could see you better before grasping your hips tightly and dragging you down against the strong muscle. Another choked gasp and this time you did crumble, head falling to Alma's shoulder as, with her permission, you began messily jerking back and forth, chasing a high that you hadn't felt in...well, ever really. You'd never had the courage to touch yourself at home, and you were even more scared to do such a thing here, so this feeling was unrecognizable, but so so good.

It sent heat curling through your entire body, pleasure coursing through your veins and half hearted moans falling untethered from your mouth, muffled only by Alma's shoulder and neck. The ravenette continued to guide you in a brisk pace, not once letting up or slowing down, only pulling you down harder to increase that delicious feeling. Your wetness had soaked your underwear at this point and Alma could feel it on her skin but she didn't mind one bit, too preoccupied with watching you slowly fall apart on her. She began whispering dirty things in your ear, all of the things she could do to you, how good she could make you feel if only you'd let her. And you knew that if she asked, you'd allow her to do all of them in an instant with no qualms whatsoever. Eventually when your hips began jerking unevenly, chest heaving as you pulled in ragged gasps, Alma began leaving more nips on your neck, placing her lips on any part of you she could reach to increase your pleasure.

And when she found your pulse point, sucking on it gently before roughly grazing her teeth over it just as she forced you down particularly hard, you finally felt the knot that had been building snap and you felt your body shake violently and a terribly loud moan vibrate against Alma's shoulder. In your haze, you didn't notice anyone enter the room, and barely even felt Alma push you carefully to the side and sit up. It's not until after the person leaves and you'd returned to earth that you questioned how you ended up down on your back again. Catching your breath, you whispered Alma's name, and she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips in response, so you opened your eyes to see the girl above you, pulling away with a face as red and embarrassed as yours. You frowned, confused, and quietly asked her what was wrong. She seemed to choke up a bit, a nervous titter bubbling in her throat as she stumbled for a response. "Oh--um. Noth-nothing."

You didn't fully believe her, but you had no reason to keep pushing so you dropped it and let sleep begin to pull at your mind. "Can I...can I just take a little nap?" you murmured, and Alma's smile became softer, less agitated, before she muttered "Of course you can," and laid down beside you, pulling your body to hers and resting your head on her chest. And to her even breathing and steady heartbeat, you fell asleep.

It was only days later, when Miss Avocet approached you after class with a slightly unsure voice to remind you that, while you were eighteen and could make your own choices, to please not only keep it down when the other girls were trying to study, but to also lock the doors when you took it upon yourself to "fornicate with the other students." You blushed harder than you'd ever done before on that day, and never looked at the ymbryne the same way again.

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limunette · 3 years

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SQUID GAMES- What led you here? Shall we examine it, the positive and negative. What are you lucky at? Let's see what you're unlucky at and see what you can do to change.it. (specify or general)

BLOODY MARY - paranormal, creatures , ghosts and cryptids. Reading on the supernatural being that best represents your energy and why. What’s your haunting style? Who is your target? How do people summon you? Mood board available. +$15

OR option 2: what do people say about you (general or specific)

THE MATRIX - What legacy do you leave behind after this realm/the matrix? The impact you have made and importance. In people's life and as a whole.

THE GIRL FROM NOWHERE - lies, secrets, and hypocrisy. Time to expose these people who have been dishonest.

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NIGHT CALLER- You answer the phone. Hello? The voice on the other line answers. They have your voice. They warn you of the future. The good, the bad and the very ugly. What’s coming? Can you change your future?

DOLL - You receive a creepy but pretty looking porcelain doll. You stare at them and they start to move. What does your inner child what to tell you? They might just send a shiver down your spine

HAUNTED HOUSE- This home doesn’t feel like your own. Your skin itches constantly. The shadow people visit you. Now you need to befriend them so you can feel at home again. How to acknowledge and make peace with your shadow self. Some ways you can heal your mind, body & soul.

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honeyed-beans · 3 years

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hey I’ve never listened to TAZ, but lately I’ve gotten an insane urge to do so... is it ok if I start with this new one? Do I need the context of all others?

Is Travis a really bad DM???

Hi!

(I’m so sorry this answer came out very long because I went on a Graduation analysis so if it’s too much than scroll to the bottom!)

To start with the first q. You can absolutely start on Ethersea first if you want! The fun part about TAZ is that it’s a anthology series. And the McElroy don’t tend to spoil or make large connections to other campaigns. At most they might reference a character name as a joke, but they don’t tend to dwell on it. It’s only vague references at best. So I would always suggest picking up whichever season speaks the most to you aesthetics wise, and/or whichever one is currently running, cause tbh it’s always nice to see real-time reactions from fans if you want to be in fandom spaces. AHS rules essentially.

For example, I’ve really gotten into Taz this past year, but I have never finished TAZ Amnesty so it’s definitely dealers choice.

Taz Ethersea is kind of a unique scenario because they’re doing a new game system. So the first couple of episodes are just world building and explaining the new system. It gives you time to decide if you want to listen to it now or not, because despite the first ep coming out today, the real game doesn’t start for another 3 weeks or so. Dw you’re not missing much right now.

The brief, no spoilers, descriptions of each campaign:

- Balance = A comedic globetrotting adventure story, with modern elements on a fantasy world. Techno music, very tongue in cheek. It’s the longest one, so storywise it’s a bit of a slow burn as the McElroys find their style. But because of its length it gives more time for the characters to breathe and thus it’s sorta the iconic golden child of TAZ. Most people would rec this one but I know the commitment can be kinda big if your not feeling it. So if another season takes your fancy more than go for that one instead.

- Amnesty = small-town americana, cryptids, sorta scooby doo / monster of the week vibe. Very eerie southern music.

- Commitment (superheroes) / Dust (what if Halloween town had cowboys in it) = these I wouldn’t suggest for a first time listen because they were experimental short stories. With 4 episodes each. None are DMed by Griffin. But very fun in their own right.

- Graduation = Comedic, intrigue, fantasy, takes place in one location (a university), plays on the themes of growing up. Very soft, lighthearted, calming soundtrack with a lot of slow notes. This one is Travis as the DM.

- Ethersea = we don’t know anything about it yet. Post-apocalypse underwater season. Very dreamy water inspired music?

Ok so q2: Is Graduation Bad and is Travis a Bad DM?

Short answer? This campaign was polarising. There are some real critiques to be made on Travis’s style. But I think some aspects of critique have been blown out of proportion. In essence he wasn’t fully prepared to helm a show with a really demanding fan base that had high expectations. But I think Grad was good actually!

Longer answer:

Some people bring up stuff about his disabilities or how he acted outside of the show. I’m just viewing it from a objective stance of someone who listened to the episodes as they came out.

Trav has a tendency to have a lot of ideas he wants to show off and unfortunately tended to jump around a lot. So plot points that I personally may have wanted more time to explore got introduced and dropped a lot. Made worst by the fact that it’s a short season. If there’s not a lot of time to explore everything than weaker pacing becomes more evident. Moreover he wasn’t Griffin, and some people think Griffin can do no wrong and there is certainly favouritism for some fans.

BUT I loved it!! Definitely my favourite! It had a really engaging setting I was all over. And it had the strongest main cast out of all of them. Each main character had a good plot, with good progression, and most importantly they spent time developing a bind with eachother. Something that some of the campaigns don’t spend much time doing. They were a trio for a reason, not because events forced them to be. And it sucks that people are dismissing Grad so much because of it!

People got so upset it wasn’t living up to their expectations of Balance that they got hostile which made Grad likers hostile in return. On Twitter every post from the official page had comments begging them to end Grad immediately because it was shit and we deserved better?? So they tried to end it quickly to please these yelling fans and that only made a ending with more plot holes, and thus more complaining. There was a episode where Trav made a joke that a character handed them a chalice full of liquidised drugs at a party, and than the main cast decided to drink it. And the tag was just filled with people saying that Travis was encouraging drug taking to kids?????

At the end of the day Grad was still a fun comedy dnd podcast with lovable characters 🥰 I would suggest listening to it if it’s your cup of tea. As long as your aware that Trav is clumsier with pacing than Griff than you’re in for a pretty wild and very very ‘fun with little consequence’ campaign! Ironically most of these problems would be fixed if Graduation had more episodes lmao.

Tldr: Pick whichever one you like! TAZ is a anthology that doesn’t run into eachother so follow your heart! Technically Ethersea hasn’t started yet. I love Graduation a lot but Travis struggles to keep all his balls in the air so if that will annoy you a lot than I would understand leaving it for now. But I don’t think it’s as bad as some people make it out to be.

This was probably a lot of info to drop on you but if you want to clarify anything, or just chat don’t hesitate to send me a dm! TAZ is super fun and a nice way to occupy your time while your doing other tasks. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

#thanks for asking super sorry about the long reply #hope that’s slightly helpful!#taz #also hello how are you my old school mutual!

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davids-cartoon-corkboard · 4 years

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I have said a Lot about the “Raph is a system” theory over the past several months, so this is something of a compilation post. It’s got some new stuff, it’s got some old stuff. (You’re reading Part 1) (Part 2 is here) (Part 3 is here)

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Firstly, “system” is the term for someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID. (The term can also apply to some folks with OSDD.) Someone might develop DID after experiencing long-term trauma at an early age- roughly five or six years old. To paraphrase the DSM-V:

1. We’ve seen three (possibly four) distinct personality states who speak, act, and perceive others differently.

2. The personality states, or “alters”, don’t necessarily share memory, and Donnie insinuated in “The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle” that Raph has a bad memory in general.

3. Problems arise when alters don’t get along or aren’t on the same page. That none of them seem to be quite aware they’re a system doesn’t help either; it’s hard to work on communication and cooperation when you don’t know they need to be worked on!

4. This whole situation isn’t a normal part of a broadly accepted cultural or religious practice, or just Raph playing make-believe. (Though I wonder if he had “imaginary friends” when he was younger...)

5. It’s also not because Raph’s been smoking the devil’s lettuce or whatever. “Pizza Puffs” was one long weed joke and he was the only one “sober” (not poisoned) throughout! We don’t see this happen to other mutants, so it’s not a bizarre side effect of mutagen either.

(I’ve seen a few people joke that Mikey has “multiple personalities”, but that’s a tad yikesy and also just plain incorrect. His “doctor” personas are something he does deliberately, and youngest siblings are just Like That.)

So yeah, Raph is pretty heavily DID-coded. We’ve seen four alters so far:

“Host” Raph (HR): He’s our everyday Raph. A “host” is an alter who fronts most of the time and takes care of “business as usual” situations. They are often unaware of past traumatic events, such that they can appear “normal”. (Ex: the host of a child who lives with an abusive parent could be unaware of the abuse. Otherwise, they might cry or be uncooperative whenever the parent is near, further invoking their wrath. This unawareness allows them to be a “good child”, and stay under the parent’s radar sometimes.) Some systems have more than one host, but that the others have shown up so rarely in this story suggests HR is the only host (for now?).

Savage Raph (SR): Debuting in “Man vs. Sewer”, he’s a survival-oriented alter. HR probably could have defeated the Sando Brothers on his own under normal circumstances, but being in the middle of a breakdown doesn’t do much for your fighting skills. SR got pulled to the front to deal with them instead.

“Red” Raph (RR): “Red” is just a placeholder since we don’t actually know his name yet (or even if he has one, not all alters do), though I’ve also heard folks call him “Angel”. He’s got a “tough love” approach to problem-solving, which was probably a helpful thing in the past. LDM were no doubt rowdy children! We were (officially) introduced to him in “Pizza Puffs”.

Mind Raph (MR): MR could just be a manifestation of HR's thought process via Cartoon Goofery, but that possibility doesn’t give me anything to work with so I’m ignoring it. He’s pretty similar to HR, maybe a tad more upbeat. We (officially) met him in “Raph’s Ride-Along”.

When “Pizza Puffs” first aired, I was like “ah yes, this is the alter who has the cranky edgelord tendencies we’ve seen in previous iterations of Raph. He probably broods on rooftops in the rain when he’s in a bad mood.” Combining that with the whole “Red Angel” thing gives off some Batman vibes. And, of course, SR is similar to the Hulk. Those two heroes are pretty different, but they do have one major thing in common...

A sudden, violent loss. Given how prevalent rushing water is throughout “Man vs. Sewer”, I’m thinking a flood came through and separated Raph from his family. (You could probably argue that turbulent water symbolizes a turbulent subconscious? 🤷) Again, DID stems from long-term trauma, so Raph must have been gone for... a while. A couple of months, maybe more? It’s hard to say exactly; we have a little wiggle room when applying human developmental psychology to a human/turtle mutant. Since Splinter still needed to care for the other three, he wouldn’t have been able to devote much time to searching for Raph, and the New York City sewers go on for miles and miles. The longer Raph was alone, the more convinced he would have been that the others had drowned and he was the only survivor.

How old would he have been? I know the turtles are “different ages”, but they were all mutated at the same time so I’m pretty sure Splinter was just like “the littlest one is the youngest, the biggest one is the oldest, and the medium-sized ones are the middle children.” They’re all probably fourteenish by “Finale”. Back in “MvS”, Leo said, “You know how savage Raph gets when he’s alone”. He didn’t say anything like, “You know how savage Raph gets when he’s alone ever since such-and-such an incident happened”. This suggests that LDM straight-up don’t know something traumatic happened to Raph; they were too little to retain concrete memories of that time. In their minds, Raph has always been like this. Draxum isn’t known for his patience, so even though he wasn’t able to immerse the hatchlings in mutagen for long, they probably mature a bit faster than humans. And since humans usually can’t remember anything from before four years of age, three sounds about right for the turtles, though they would have been stronger and steadier on their feet than any human toddler. I doubt Raph would have survived otherwise.

I think he’s sort of... “stuck” back in that trauma. Catching food, building a fire, making a weapon, and getting camouflage aren’t the behaviors of someone who’s only been gone for a few minutes.

When SR called for help, I don’t think he was expecting anyone to answer.

But Raph did manage to hang onto something as he was swept away! It wasn’t much, but that little ragdoll gave him comfort while he was scared and alone.

(The rabbit design on Bruce’s pajamas is probably a coincidence, but...)

Raph seems the type to have sympathy for odd-looking toys. His knockoff Mrs. Cuddles plushie was the emotional crutch he needed back then.

And then he was separated from that as well. Lowkey associating Mrs. Cuddles with this traumatic event would explain why HR was so scared of her. That he doesn’t remember the trauma means he has no context for this fear, making it seem silly and baseless to him (and to the rest of his family), which is why he denied being scared at all in the first part of the “Mrs. Cuddles” episode. It would also explain why he collects teddy bears instead these days, they are a “safe” toy. (The moral of the story is to not make fun of triggers that seem silly.)

(I wonder what would happen if Mrs. Cuddles encountered Savage Raph? Perhaps he’d be quite sympathetic towards such a lonely little raggedy thing! Timestuck as he is, he probably wouldn’t question why a stuffed animal can talk... and it wouldn't be hard for her to persuade her “new bestest fwiend” to get rid of some “mean ol’ nasty sewew monstews” for her.)

That whole “sewer monsters” thing suggests Raph ran into... something while he was wandering alone. Y’all have heard those rumors about alligators living in the New York City sewers, right? Encountering Leatherhead could trigger a flashback.

It would be pretty easy to introduce Leatherhead into the narrative. One of the episodes the Rise crew had planned was titled “The Island of Dr. Noe”, and alligators have very impressive teeth. The Mirage comics had a story where Leatherhead and several cryptids were brought to an island to be hunted for sport.

Noe seems to have quite a few cronies/friends/rivals he could entertain this way. Since he’s got that obsession with Raph, Noe captures him as well, knocking him out with those darts so he can’t waste his energy trying to escape too soon. (Let’s just assume everyone’s powers are glitchy because they all hit another wave of puberty, meaning they can’t just curbstomp the lower-level villains lol.)

HR wakes up on the island and, of course, starts to panic because he’s lost and alone. While wandering, he runs into Leatherhead, which would trigger a flashback to getting attacked by that alligator all those years ago. But Leatherhead doesn’t want to fight! He’s just as scared and confused as HR is, and could really use a partner to help him survive this island.

HR and SR come into conflict because Leatherhead is/isn’t/is/isn’t/is/isn’t a threat. HR eventually wins out, reasoning that even if Leatherhead is that alligator, it wouldn’t be fair to judge him for what he did back when he was an animal.

But time and dissociation can make memories unclear. That our first look at Leatherhead was in Draxum’s “bluh bluh I’m gonna mutate all the humans” bit in “Bug Busters” means he’s a human-base mutant. He wasn’t the alligator back then, but the hunter tracking it. Leatherhead isn’t one of Noe’s targets, he is one of Noe’s guests! And he wants no one to interfere with his quarry, so he’ll play nice long enough for him and the snapper to take out the rest of the hunters and the freaks. Then the two of them will have the island all to themselves...

Years and years ago, Jack Marlin was a big game hunter prowling the New York City sewers in search of an alligator. He did manage to find and kill one, only to realize it had also been hunting! He had inadvertently saved the strangest little turtle creature.

Marlin had become too skilled at this point, the hunt held no challenge for him. This turtle sounded very young, and he was quite big and strong already. An adult could be tough and intelligent enough to entertain him. Marlin tried to get Raph to lead him back to “the others”. But Raph had been lost for some time, and as far as he knew, his family was dead. Hearing that put Marlin in quite the sour mood. A little mutant snapper is a better catch than none at all, so Marlin tried to haul Raph off. Raph fought back and bit off Marlin’s hand. He escaped, but lost his rabbit in the scuffle. Marlin retreated as well, taking some time to recover, scheme, and hunt other game. (And to pocket that rabbit. The blood loss had made him woozy, and he wanted to have some kind of proof he hadn’t just hallucinated the snapper.) Perhaps he turned that alligator’s hide into a vest, which provided the genetic material for his mutation when he eventually got bit by an oozesquito. Like his Mirage counterpart, Marlin didn’t take losing a limb as a sign he should retire, and instead got a tricked-out prosthetic. Who knows what he could do with it in such a mystic setting as Rise.

Raph eventually reunited with his family, but those distrustful, high-strung survivalist traits he had picked up weren’t helpful anymore. He once again had to be the good and patient big brother who didn’t bite when someone play-tackled him or shook him awake at three in the morning because they’d had a nightmare. Those two states gradually got partitioned off more and more, and now they know little, if anything, about each other.

So Leatherhead and HR are chasing away some mothmen or whatever, and things are going pretty well... until one of them knocks Leatherhead over and a familiar ragdoll rabbit falls out of his pocket. SR realizes that Leatherhead is Marlin and switches in to fight him off again. They’re evenly matched, or perhaps SR is even in danger of losing, when LDM arrive to provide support. Leatherhead is enough of a tactician to know that he should retreat. Donnie and Mikey pursue him while Leo stays behind, placing the rabbit in his stunned brother’s hands. “Remember when Pops made this for you? You were always really gentle with it, ‘cause he wasn’t good at sewing back then...”

(This thing really needs patching up, he’s got sewing stuff for whenever he needs to fix his bears/Blue isn’t a threat on his own/Wasn’t he just back at the lair?/Blue gave back the rabbit/Why does he feel like he got hit by a train?/Blue doesn’t want to fight?/ ...Leo?) And that’s enough for HR to switch back in. He’s probably missing memory from his whole time on the island, so while Leo does his best to tell him what happened, they don’t have enough puzzle pieces between them to truly figure out what's going on.

They defeat the bad guys, release the cryptids, save the day, etc. (Leatherhead managed to lose Donnie and Mikey in the woods. A battle for another day.) Once they return to the lair, HR gets help from Draxum to modify the memory spell from “E-Turtle Sunshine” so he can try to fill in the gaps. Surely he wouldn’t get rejected by his own subconscious... right?

Cue part three in the saga of Raph Punches Himself In The Face. SR isn’t happy that HR is essentially trying to poke at an improperly-healed wound, and attempts to chase him off. HR assumes that SR is just a psychic white blood cell like the Lou Jitsu constructs in Splinter’s mind, and retaliates.

But, of course, fighting is not the answer here. All that accomplishes is giving the body bruises. Eventually HR realizes “stay away” and “back off” are a little different than “get out”, and that SR is just scared. So HR tries another tactic. Over the following days and weeks, he tunes in to calmer memories and just sort of... talks. About what happened yesterday, about his teddy bear collection, about how he finally managed to get a good picture of that pizza pigeon. It takes a while to establish a connection, and even then, it’s spotty at best. Using the spell too much can cause headaches and nightmares. There are days when SR is nearby, and days when he’s not there at all. But he shows up when he can.

And then there’s awkward, stilted conversation and questions neither of them know how to answer and questions neither of them want to answer and more scrapes and bruises and strained silences and apologies, but they finally, finally reach a compromise. SR still doesn’t let HR near those memories, but he tells HR what happened as best he can. (The audience would see those memories, with SR as a voiceover.) Afterwards, HR still visits the mindscape that’s starting to become more solid. They talk some more, they watch light and shadow flow around them, they listen to half-forgotten lullabies on scratchy old cassette tapes. Eventually, HR doesn’t even need to use the memory spell, meditation is enough.

They’ll never get along all the time. But it’s a start.

(SR is going to be so clingy when it finally clicks for him when he finally lets himself believe that his family is alive.)

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This took eight million years lmao. Parts 2 and 3 will come out eventually, they’ll focus more on MR and RR. Let me know if I need to tag this stuff as anything.

The usual disclaimer applies, I am not a system or a mental health professional so if you’re one or both of those things then feel free to give me some of that good good constructive criticism.

#you called for help... but nobody came.#rottmnt #rottmnt theory #the 'raph is a system' theory #rottmnt raph #savage raph #mrs. cuddles #leatherhead #jack marlin #plot bunnies free to a good home lmao #long post

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mephsation · 3 years

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2020 fic meme

Stole this from @sequencefairy

Name(s): Meph, quackers on ao3

Fandom(s): BFU/Watcher rpf (and a plethora of others I haven’t written for... Yet)

Where you post: ao3/tumblr

Most popular one shot by kudos: From this year, it’s Touch, though I think Mistletoe will beat it.

Most Popular multi-chapter by kudos: Technically-Terrestrial. And my only multi-chapter fic for 2020, unfortunately.

Favorite Story You’ve Written So Far: Of the four things I posted, probably Technically. There was a lot of research that went into it, which is hilarious considering a lot of said research barely had more than an offhanded reference or two. To be fair, when I say ‘research’, I mean ‘listening to podcasts and getting to page 3 on google search results’.

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: While I was a little nervous about Mistletoe and Into the Water because I wanted them to be good enough for their recipients, and Technically because there’s some interesting sex in there, I was definitely the most nervous about Touch. It touches (ha) on some personal stuff, so that’s always scary.

How do you choose your titles? Sometimes song lyrics (Into the Water), sometimes puns (Technically-Terrestrial), sometimes just a single word that’s important for the story (Touch, Mistletoe).

Do you outline? If it’s more than 10k words, there will at least be notes, if not a basic outline. I don’t think I’ve ever done a complete outline, though. I keep a lot of it in my head, which is probably why I can’t ever remember anything else. (Never ask me to remember birthdays.)

Complete: 4

In-Progress: Ahahahahahaha, let’s just stick with the ones I actually managed to progress on.

BFU

Impure Temptation : Is it fantasy? Demons? Is it a Victorian bodice ripper romance? Is it world building out the wazoo? Who knows, but it’s completely ridiculous and is currently over 20k words and will at least be 60k.

The Hunt : Why yes, I do have another vampire au. Thanks, @soft-cryptids. This one might prove to be a little darker. 6k, some of it from Emilia. Might end up around 30k? That’s a complete guess.

Playing With Fire : Another modern fantasy au, because I have my brand. Ryan gets into something he shouldn’t have and the results are magical. 16k currently, no idea what it will end up at.

And a couple of gift fics that shall not be spoilered at all

Other Fandoms

Unnamed MCU fic : Ironstrange, time travel fixit fic, because plot bunnies and reasons.

Unnamed vampire Johnlock fic: I know, I know, but vampires, man.

Coming soon/not yet started: Bakery AU, Soldiers AU (maybe, if I feel I handle it correctly), Wicked Game outtake, Black Sun sequel, and I really want to get around to working on a baseball AU with sequencefairy. We have ideas! Good ideas! Every fandom deserves sports AUs! But I am a flaky writing partner. Emilia can attest to this. :P

Prompts: I don’t mind prompts if someone wants to send them, but I can’t promise anything from them.

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Impure Temptation! I feel like readers will either love it to pieces or find it completely boring and I can’t wait to see the results.

#my writing #ask meme #kind of

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angisam · 3 years

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Challenge Zimtober

Day 9. CRYPTID

Dont care what time pass Dib will be Dib forever

This is related to the future arc of our au

Thanks to @owosa for the tranlation <3

Day 1 Previous <—> Next

That day was really a beautiful one, the sun was shining brightly and warming everything with its rays, the atmosphere was pleasant and people were around chatting friendly with each other.

It's been a long time since she stopped knowing what she felt when she had a physical body, like, she could still "feel" but nothing like what Dib could be feeling right now.

Alma directed his gaze to the young man beside him. Dib was sitting on a bench reading a virtual book that he checked out from the library. Since Oko finally gave him a translator the boy had enjoyed all the new information. He had to catch up after 700 years off the planet.

She could see the look of concentration on his face as he turned the pages in the tablet.

The ghost stretched her body, not out of necessity, just to make the gesture for no reason.

Dib stared at her for a moment and returned to his reading, but within a minute his smirk began to widen. Alma narrowed her eyes at his proud smile.

- " What are you thinking? " - The man's smile only widened making it obvious that he was waiting for her to ask.

- " Oh, nothing. "

'here we go' thought the woman.

- " It's just… ‘ghosts don't exist’, m?"

- " Go back to your book, big-head."- A triumphant laugh was heard.

- " Oh come on! I'm not going to let this one go so easily, my dear ghostly friend~ " Alma rolled her eyes clearly annoyed with the subject.

- " Just because you were right about the ghosts doesn't mean all the weirdos are real."

- " Oh, you think? "- A cheeky giggle resounded on his lips.- " Tell me how does it feel to be a 'real' cryptid? "

Alma had a tic in her left eye by this point, but then she noticed a small detail which made a wicked smile appear across her lips.

- " Oh! I don't know Dib, why don’t you tell me about it. How does it feel to be one? "- It was Dib's moment to frown trying to find the logic of that question.

- " Why should I know? "

- " Well you are one after all "- He waved his hand as if to dismiss Alma's argument as meaningless.

- " How can a mere huma be one? Cryptics are mysterious and mostly unique beings "- Alma laughed in victory.

- " The point is that you are no longer a simple human Dib, look around you. These are the new human beings, you are one of a kind. No one has left or entered this planet for centuries and you just crashed in the middle of the street with your ship. Nobody knows anything about you. So you are unique and mysterious. I would not be surprised if they had news and articles dedicated solely to you by now. The only reason why nobody bothers you with questions or interviews is because Oko has you at her care and I can assure you that she doesn't say anything to anyone. "

The man just stood there absorbing the whole argument while looking at his hands.

- " That's totally AMAZING !!! "- The humans around him looked up a bit surprised by his spontaneous scream.

He got up and began to walk quickly.

- " You're right! I am a unique mystery. I can’t wait to look at everything they say about me"

Alma didn’t expect this result but she hoped that it would lift a bit of the weight she knew Dib had inside.

#Future arc #invader zim au #invader zim #Alma #Dib #Challenge zimtober 2020

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asideofourown · 4 years

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Happy anniversary to the Good Omens TV show! I didn’t get the chance to write a fic specifically to celebrate (where did May go? Perhaps I’ll do something in June for my own go-versary), so instead here I am with 25 recs :D Thanks so much to @forineffablereasons for the bingo board (here is her original post)! And thanks so much to the Good Omens fandom for countless hours of incredible fic to read and enjoy <3 Obviously, this list barely scratches the surface of what’s out there, but here are some of my favorites!

A fic you’ve read several times: South Downs University series by @nieded

I’ve read this series probably... ten times, and I still love it. It fits (one of my absolute favorite) very niche categories with Crowley and Aziraphale being cryptid professors and utterly confusing their students, and i am HERE for it

A fic not abt Aziraphale and Crowley: Bridge over troubled water by @moondawntreader

LISTEN this fic is so good, I’ve read it probably four times and it’s incredible. Short, but so powerful in so few words. Leslie/Maud is the true otp ;D

A fic published before the show aired: Slytherin Vaguely Downwards by @saviobriion

This fic is really, really well-written, and does a fantastic job transporting many Good Omens characters into the HP universe in a way that works really well!

A fic you followed as a wip: on the same page by @thechekhov

Still a WIP, and still incredible! Az and Crowley as authors with their own Arrangement is already fantastic, but add in the fake-dating-while-pining-desperately? Incredible!

a human AU: secondhand smoke by @paintedvanilla

This is probably my favorite fic in the entire good omens fandom tbh... human au set in the 1990s, and so so so well done-- this is another fic I’ve read several times, and every time i notice something new. The characterization and prose is fantastic, the development of Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship is really sweet and realistic, and this was also the fic that definitively got me on board for Newt/Anathema as well!

A fic shorter than 2k: For Holding by theycallmeDernhelm

Ahh this one is really soft! Post-apocalypse hand holding is my jam, and the author does a lovely job of saying so much in so few words <3

A fic you stayed up way too late reading: Not So Different by effing_gravity

I stayed up until maybe... three in the morning reading this fic? After every chapter I would tell myself to only read one more, but it was so gripping I read it all in one sitting! Reverse omens meets the canon husbands in a super interesting and thrilling fic!

A south downs fic: The consciousness of loving and being loved by yolkinthejump

This is like... the platonic ideal of a South Downs fic imo. The author does an absolutely incredible job of conveying the depth of their relationship, and it’s so sweet and soft and <3

A fic with a favorite trope: There goes the neighbourhood by @jasmine-cottage-uk

so technically I’m cheating because the ‘favorite trope’ in this one is ALSO south downs (like above), but. This fic is so funny, and the author does a great job of capturing Aziraphale and Crowley’s voices and the way the care for each other, it’s very sweet <3

A dowling years fic: Floriography by Frenchmeister

This fic is very cute! Excellent Dowling-era pining, complete with misunderstandings and veiled communications :D And the author does such a lovely job weaving the narrative to show Aziraphale and Crowley’s growing relationship

A historical fic: Phersu by JCutter

This fic. THIS FIC. Is so fucking incredibly detailed and immersive, oh my god. I’m still (admittedly) in the process of reading it, but it’s a GEM. The characterization is on point and the whole thing is beautifully written and wonderfully interesting! It’s super clear the author knew what they were writing about, and that knowledge and passion really shines through

A favorite canonverse fic: England's pleasant pastures seen by @heavens-bookshop

this fic is my JAM-- overhearing a conversation, implicit marriage proposals, post-canon sweetness... this one’s got it all! And, as with all of their fics, squiddz does an incredible job of writing Aziraphale and Crowley in character and so wonderfully in love <3

MY FIC: A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by me!

This is my favorite fic I’ve written for Good Omens, and quite possibly my favorite fic ever. Listen, Crowley getting accidentally famous is SO funny to me, as is outsider pov, so if I write about it a lot... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A fic that made you cry: reasons wretched and divine by @stammiviktor

Allison has been one of my favorite writers for a good long while, and this fic is just one of her amazing works. It’s touching and meaningful and so moving even in only a few thousand words, and between her characterization and writing style... this one packs a punch in the best of ways

A fic that inspires you: The Name of the Star is Wormwood by LusBeatha

So technically this could have gone up above, in the ‘stayed up too late reading’ category, because here’s another that was just too exciting to put down From beginning to end, the author does and incredible job connecting the past and present, and introducing characters in such an engaging way that, even though the fic is quite long, it goes by super fast. Probably my fave take on Raphael!Crowley :D

A fic you’d recommend to someone new to the fandom: Shotgun Wedding: sometimes a first date requires paperwork by @charlottemadison42

Still a wip, and absolutely amazing! Charlotte is an absolutely incredible author, and from the very beginning this fic does an amazing job of integrating canon characters (and even little nods and references to canon!) into an entirely different human au setting in a super engaging and clever way. 12/10 would recommend to someone new, and the slow burn is incredibly satisfying right up to the (current) resolution!

A comfort fic: it's a new craze by @areyougonnabe, [podfic] it's a new craze by @niceandaccuratetheatre

I’ve read this fic a few times, and it never gets old. attheborder’s humor is on point, and the conception itself- aziraphale and crowley on an advice podcast- is incredible! I would highly, highly recommend listening to the podfic if you can; it’s excellently performed, and in all honesty the podfic that got me onto podfics ;D

A fic that found you at the right time: two dad shaped beings by @jarchivism

i....... cannot express how much I love ineffable parents. And this fic seriously, seriously hits the spot. It’s super cute, super funny, and a really sweet and engaging read! The author did a lovely job with keeping Az and Crowley in character even as they raise the antichrist together

A fic you’d love to see as a movie: All's Fair In Love And Serial Killing by @wyvernquill

[Mind the tags] This fic does an incredible job of balancing darker content with humor. The whole story is fast-paced and exciting, keeping the suspense right up until the last moment, and the author does a fantastic job of constructing a satisfying ‘mystery!’ Most of all, the more morbid moments are countered by Wyvern’s clever writing style and narrative voice, making this fic interesting and even surprisingly fun!

A fic by a favorite author: Four Cups of Wine by borealowl

I really, really love this fic. The whole concept, of Aziraphale and Crowley getting to know a family of humans and learn about their cultural heritage through celebration is wonderful, and the author does a wonderful job of portraying the growth of their friendship! The entire series (both main fic and the one-shots that come after) is incredibly fun and interesting, and one of my faves in the fandom

A fic that made you laugh out loud: What's in a Name? by @rosen-ritter

The first time I read this I was in public, waiting at a car rental place for my grandparents. So the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing out loud was... honestly worth it. This series is so fucking funny from beginning to end, especially on reread, and has such a fun take on who the archangel Raphael really is ;D

A fic longer than 20k: Dad Omens by @pookaseraph

have I mentioned I love ineffable parents??? Because I really, really do. This fic is hilarious, sweet, and adorable, and I absolutely love the progression of Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship as they raise Adam together-- and, despite not being human, raise him well :D An absolutely wonderful take on what if the baby swap had been even more confused?

A fic with the them: and i don't care if you don't want me (i'm yours anyhow) by @quidfree

The main focus of this fic is Warlock, but the Them are featured pretty heavily and in a really important way! It’s a lovely exploration of kids growing up and going to college, and learning who they really are, and written so well and with such nuance that I really couldn’t put it down!

A fic with a line you still remember: A More Nourishing Love by @qorktrees

This fic is just. Really powerful. It’s so, so clear how much Aziraphale and Crowley care for each other, how much they love and support each other, and their unconditional love for each other makes me tear up every time <3

A GO: Lockdown fic: New slang by @carishouldbesleeping

This fic is super super cute! A lovely take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s reunion post-lockdown, complete with fluff and love confessions <3 So well-written and absolutely adorable!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fanfic #long post

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anistarrose · 4 years

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Some Sunny Day Bonus Chapter 3: Seen and Unseen

AO3

Summary: A grove of birch trees on a familiar hill, an encounter in the woods that goes terribly wrong, and two memory guns.

Characters: Stan Pines, Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Fiddleford McGucket, Blind Ivan

Been a while, huh? I was planning to celebrate the anniversary of finishing this fic with two bonus chapters just stuffed chock full of hurt/comfort, but then life happened (I got a part-time job and also mild insomnia, you know how it is) so enjoy some prequel angst instead! This one is canon to SSD and set in early 1982, shortly after the portal incident.

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After a scare with frostbite in late February, Stan sets out at the first sign of melting snow to resume his search for the journals. A snowdrift had blocked several trails behind the house last week, but now they’re passable — so long as you don’t mind the overcast weather, and being up to your heels in mud.

Stan had enjoyed hunting for fake treasure and following Ford’s cryptic clues when they would pretend to be adventurers as kids — he’d been good at it, even. But this time, Ford has left him no hand-drawn treasure maps or whimsical riddles — only more ominous clues, like a ransacked, now empty medicine cabinet, or a ripped out journal page about being watched with X-ed out triangles drawn in all the margins. Clues that make Stan feel like throwing up, because they should mean something to him, but he just can’t bring himself to think it through and face the inevitable conclusion.

This is all my fault.

He stumbles to a halt at the foot of a hill, and realizes he’s surrounded by birch trees. He’s surrounded by eyes that never blink — or maybe, he thinks, before he can tell himself he’s going crazy, eyes that only blink when I’m blinking.

The birch trees don’t scare him the way the rest of the forest does — he’s not afraid of some creature or cryptid sneaking up on him here, where the forest is so deathly silent and he’s left all alone with himself. They don’t scare him the way the town does, either — despite everything, he feels less watched here, where there are no strangers shooting him suspicious glares or cloaked figures vanishing around corners and into the shadows.

No, the birch trees set Stan on edge because whenever he sees them — makes eye contact with them? — he knows he’s forgetting something. It’s something important, something horrible, something dangerous — like the fear of having left the stove on, except multiplied by a million. Disaster is impending, and he’s the one to blame.

This is where I belong.

He hates this place, but he’s come this far, so he can’t leave without giving the eerie birch grove a proper search. He doubts that Ford, at the height of his paranoia, would hide a journal on a hill where even the trees could watch him — but if Stan leaves now, and can’t find the journal anywhere else in the valley, he knows he’ll have to revisit this place eventually. He doesn’t ever want to revisit this unpleasant memory again, if he can avoid it.

Setting out to leave no stone unturned, he finds there are few stones on the hill to turn in the first place. There are few hiding places of any sort, nor any signs of recent digging. Stan suddenly regrets throwing out his metal detector all those years ago, and wonders if the other journals have enough brass in them to give a signal —

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up before he realizes why. He knows someone’s coming before he hears the snap of twigs or the hushed voices, the murmur of “look at the footprints, he came this way.”

They’re coming from the direction of his — Ford’s house. They must’ve followed him — or as they believed it, followed Ford out here for a reason.

“Who’s there?” Stan shouts, cringing as he hears how hoarse his voice is. His impression of Ford improves as he adds, “What brings you out here?”

“We could ask the same of you, Dr. Pines,” a deep voice booms as two figures in hooded red robes step into view, one more hesitantly than the other. They both wield identical, uncomfortably gun-shaped contraptions. “Still haven’t given up on your project, have you?”

If these cultists, or assassins, or whatever the hell they are know anything about Ford, then Stan needs to know it too. He takes a measured risk.

“I have a lot of projects. You’ll have to be more specific —”

“Ya know what we mean, Stanford.” It’s the second robed figure who speaks up, the one who’d lagged behind his deep-voiced co-conspirator, and the Southern accent throws Stan for a loop. His words suggest some kind of threat, but his gun-toting arm hangs limp at his side. “I — I didn’t want to do this, I really didn’t — but you’re becomin’ a danger, Ford, a danger to yourself and to everyone. And we — we’re here to stop you.”

“Wait!” Stan holds up his hands, dropping his Ford impression. “You’ve got this all wrong! Ford’s not dangerous, he’s in danger and I’m trying to —”

“Enough excuses!” the first figure barks, raising his gun. “IT IS UNSEEN!”

Blue light beams out of the contraption’s bulb, and Stan instinctively raises a hand to shield himself — but the light bends in midair, as if refracted by an invisible prism. It illuminates the clearing like a flash of lightning, but misses Stan by a mile.

“I told you to wait,” he whispers. He understands nothing about the bending of the light, yet somehow, could not be more certain that he alone had caused it.

“Ford?” the second figure asks, no longer sounding hesitant nor conflicted. There’s only one emotion in that voice, and it’s fear.

His companion, on the other hand, aims again without a word — and the light soars over Stan’s head as he falls to his knees, numb to the pain of the impact. Numb to everything except one thought, one single truth, easier to face than any sort of self-reflection on the power he held.

They think I’m Ford. They tried to hurt Ford. They tried to hurt Ford. They tried to —

He makes a fist with his right hand, and he sees the scene through a hundred new perspectives as sickly yellow eyes blink to life on every birch tree. He makes a fist with his left hand, and the forest comes alive.

The robed figures trip over gnarled roots, one of them even dropping his gun, but the trees continue to animate, trunks bending over and bare branches wrapping themselves around limbs. A wind whips through the grove as the cultists flail, begging as they make eye contact — not with the arboreal limbs ensnaring them, but with Stan’s body itself.

And Stan watches in both complete control, and complete disbelief of it all.

There’s a pressure against his skull, a dam about to burst after holding the flood of memories back for too long. There are leaks already, trickles of information and sparks of blue fire that chill him to his core, as images flash through his mind without coming from the birch trees, or even from his own lifetime.

Ford’s not the dangerous one. I am.

Ford’s the one who’s in danger.

Because of me.

The birches loosen their grip on the cultists, who flee the second they can shake themselves free. Stan’s left alone again, staring himself down with his hundred yellow eyes, and he can see guilt in every one of them.

He rises to a standing position, roots winding around his boots and bark creeping up his mud-soaked pants. He can’t face the world, he can’t face Ford, he can’t face himself knowing what he’s capable of, knowing that he’s the worst of all the monsters lurking in the woods —

As the trees of the grove reshape their roots and the ground shakes from the strain, the dropped gun bounces towards Stan’s feet.

It is unseen, he remembers one of the figures shouting.

He picks it up, inputs birch trees, and holds it to his head as he closes as many of his eyes as he can. Fire burns away his memories, and a deluge of ink-black water rushes in to absorb the ashes and fill their place.

***

Fiddleford McGucket runs for dear life with Ivan hot on his heels, until they reach the museum and barricade themselves inside an empty room, bracing themselves for pursuit. When it doesn’t come, Fiddleford enters a name into the memory gun, starting over several times after his trembling fingers betray him.

“Just — just another monster to erase,” Ivan stammers, “with a more human name than most.”

Fiddleford finally gets the spelling right. Two flashes of light with the input screen reading Stanford Pines, and memories of the day’s encounter — and then some — go up in flames.

It is unseen.

***

Stan is kneeling at the muddy base of an even muddier hill, surrounded by trees that look like they’re staring at him.

Or maybe, eyes that only blink when I’m — never mind. That’s ridiculous.

On the ground in front of him is a strange kind of gun, with a lightbulb in place of the barrel. He thinks he’s glimpsed some robed, vaguely cult-looking types carrying these around in town before, so after staggering to his feet, he smashes the device beneath his boot.

He has a feeling he’s forgetting something important again, but he can’t be bothered to try and remember again. He can’t bear to think about it any longer.

***

End notes:

This hill with the birch trees is the same one where Ford took a nap and first met Bill, so needless to say, Stan’s gut instinct about Ford not hiding any journals in a place like this was dead-on.

I have a lot more bonus content planned for this series, like the two-parter I alluded to in the earlier notes, but I’ve got no idea when any of that’s coming aside from a cautiously optimistic estimate of “later in 2020.” Once again, I’m so grateful for all the support you guys have given this fic from the beginning just over two years ago, to the “ending” exactly one year ago, all the way up through today :’)

#gravity falls #same coin theory #stanley pines #bill cipher #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #blind ivan #fic: some sunny day #rosalia writes fic

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The Mystery of Castiel

Dean sets out to prove that his husband, Castiel, is an acual angel walking amongst man. He tries to convince his friends with his documentary. much to the confusion and amusement of fans.

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series)

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: None, but I’ll be happy to tag something for you, no questions asked! :)

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The video opened with a grainy and moving shot of a dark hallway with lights spilling out of a doorway at the end. From behind the camera Dean whispered: “I think there’s something in my house. It feels ancient, powerful. So, I’m checking it out.”

He was close to the doorway and he took a deep breath before rounding the last corner, finally showing the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen counter was Cas, he was in his pajamas and looked like a dear in headlights when he heard Dean enter. In his hands he held a cereal box from which he was eating dry cereal. The digital clock beside him displayed the time, 03:07. His voice was gruff from sleep as he hurriedly said: “It’s not what it looks like.”

Dean screamed, then his intro rolled. It was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

The backdrop was out of focus, but you could make out a bunch of red string and vague pictures. Dean was sitting in front of it, his hair was disheveled and he had dark bruises under his eyes. Of course, the viewers didn’t have to know that was thanks to Jessica's make up skills. He rubbed his forehead and said: “I can’t do this anymore.”

He sighed deeply and went on: “I love my husband, I do. He is my everything, but the elephant in the room hasn’t been discussed seriously and it’s eating me up. I don’t know how to start talking about it without him turning it into a joke. Which is why I am making this video, I want your opinions and tips on how to handle this or just for you tell me if I’m acting crazy. Because I really need someone to tell me what to do.”

He was now looking straight into the camera as he said: “I think Cas is either an angel or some sort of cryptid. He’s just not human that’s all I know, okay. He has to be immortal, not of this world. I mentioned this before, but no one takes me seriously.”

The video changed and a time line came into view, while Dean did a voice over: “I met Cas in September of 2010. According to him he is born in 1990, so he should be 30, if all of this is correct and he has aged just like a human would.”

A dot appeared on the line and 2013 came above it. Dean said: “I started my YouTube channel in 2013, Cas claims to have been 23 at this time and I have footage of him in one of my videos.”

A clip played of Dean telling the camera he was going to try and drink three liters of soda in one go with no break in between. In the background a man walked past.

“I now see that that might not have been the best clip, so here is a picture as well.” Deans voice was heard as a photo of a young Dean and Cas appeared. They were sitting next to each other on the beach. Dean had a beer in his hand and cheered to the camera while Cas did a peace sign in the background, bee sunglasses firmly on his face.

“To compare this to now, here is a picture Sam took of us last week.” Dean said and another photo appeared beside it. This one was taken on the couch the viewers knew so well from live streams. Dean and Cas were sitting next to each other in this picture as well, they had a blanket thrown over their legs and a bowl of popcorn on their laps. Dean was kissing Cas’s cheek while he flipped of Sam, aka the camera.

“He appears to have aged normally, although he is still dashingly handsome, if I might say so. Not the point. Anyway, since he has aged so normally most people don’t believe me, but I’m going to prove it.”, the photo’s faded and the Dean from earlier reappeared.

“I’ve been awake for days now, trying to find all the evidence I could, just to try and convince someone out there, to hear a voice back saying that I am not going crazy.” Dean said, “I am married to an immortal non-human, an angel in the biblical sense, and I need to tell someone.”

He picked up a manila folder, and opened it. He started: “Okay, so the first thing I have is his family. He grew up extremely Christian, or so he says, but I think he’s hiding behind a facade of biblical households to hide the fact that he is an angel himself and therefor witnessed everything that happened within the Bible.”

Dean chuckled: “He’s not even subtle about it. I mean, seriously. His name is also the name of an angel, Castiel the angel of Thursday. And he has eleven siblings, which makes a total of twelve children, like twelve as in the amount of apostles Jesus had and they also all have biblical names. His brothers are Gabriel, Micheal, Raphael etcetera. He even has a brother named Lucifer that apparently no one talks to anymore, because he defied their father and is now in prison or something. That’s not a good cover story. That’s the Bible retold, but then bad.”

Cas and Dean had discussed what Dean would say about Castiels family beforehand and they had decided that this was enough. No reason to get into more detail about it. This was supposed to be funny and dumb, not revealing and sad.

“What shoots a hole in this, according to Sam is that we have pictures of him from when he was a child.” Dean said and a picture of a toddler Cas with big blue eyes and a small frown already on his face was shown, before Dean went on: “I think that Sam is wrong. If you’re a powerful entity, you can make fake pictures of a baby-you that has never existed. But I will let you draw your own conclusions about that.”

“Coming back to an earlier point,” Dean went on, “his History knowledge. This is also weird, since he knows everything about History, in particular thing about long long ago. Which as he points out is because he studied History. And that’s fair, but it’s weird.”

He rubbed his face again and groaned in frustration: “Ugh, just let me, let me put this into words better.”

“If you studied History, you know History and that’s just how it is. But what you don’t know is suddenly everything about the ancient times, no matter how much you specialized on it, which I know he hasn’t since he teaches History and you need to know more than just one period in order to do that.” Dean said, “We all on the same page?”

There was a silence, like he was waiting for a response. He acted like he got it: “Good, so why- how can he know everything in excruciating detail about that period? And he knows it like he’s been there and he has an abnormal amount of space in his brain for memories.”

A clip played of Cas, Dean behind the camera. They were on vacation, probably, and standing in a church. Dean said: “Can you repeat what you just said, sunshine?”

Cas looked over, saw the camera and shot it a tired look. He rolled his eyes and pointed at a picture of Jesus: “I said that this Jesus isn’t very realistic, because he isn’t smiling. Well, he has a smile, but it’s like this weird serene one. He was young when he was crucified. You really think a twenty-year-old had any patience or chill? I think not. He had a big happy smile,” then hastily, “probably. I think, at least.”

Disheveled Dean reappeared and said: “Tell me that is not fricking suspicious. And that’s just the one I captured on camera. He’s always commenting stuff like that.” his eyes lit up and he snapped his finger as he said: “Like, like he did in the Q&A video we did!”

The clip played of Castiel talking about the Tower of Babel.

“I mean come on. He talked about it like he knew how it had suddenly turned, because he had been there. I know what you’re thinking, it’s a story that gets told to Catholic children. And you’d be right, it is a biblical story. Yet, Mr. History talked about it like it is something that happened, even though it hasn’t been proven.” Dean explained, “And then he tried to cover it up, by saying how it would be an opportunity to find out. Good cover story, angel, but not happening.”

“And don’t get me started on his lack of pop-culture knowledge.” Dean went on, “I mean, I got him a phone. His first phone ever, for his 21st birthday. No one should get their first phone in 2011.”

A picture of Cas came on screen. He was holding up a phone, but it was all wrong. He held in with his pointer finger and thumb, a thumb that was in the middle of the screen, and he looked at it with confusion written all over his face.

“He also knew nothing about movies.” Dean appeared again, “I had to show him everything. And I mean everything. No Disney, no Star Wars, no Lord of the Rings, no Friends, no Indiana Jones, no horror movies, nothing. Almost like he had been away from earth while all of it was made and only popped down recently, which reconnects to my previous point about the specific History knowledge.”

“Another thing is his social skills.” Dean moved on to his last point, “He had no clue how to interact with people when I first met him and when I asked about it he claimed his ‘people skills were rusty’, like he used to have them, but they had faded over time. Which would be impossible, because at that age you either don’t have them or you do, you cannot have forgotten entirely.”

The screen went black again and a list appeared: “So we now have four strange things about him.”

1. Youth and Family

“His youth is filled with weird biblical details that are so accurate or strange that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.”

2. History Knowledge

“Despite his study, this is still weird and suspicious, but I feel like the evidence I showed speaks for itself.”

3. Lack of Pop-culture Knowledge

“This could also be his sheltered upbringing, but he was already out in the real world for two years when I met him, so why he had never encountered any of it is a mystery. With, in my eyes, an easy explanation.”

4. Lack of Social Skills

“Again this could be his upbringing, sure, but even then. If he isn’t lying about his family that is eleven children and parents along with an entire church to communicate with. You still pick up stuff like personal space.”

Dean appeared again and said: “I’ve laid out this evidence to some of my friends, this were their reactions.”

It cut to Sam sitting on a chair, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Sam asked: “Do we really have to do this, Dean?”

“Yes,” Deans voice came from behind the camera, “just hear me out, okay. I get that you didn’t want to listen before, but I have evidence now.”

Sam sighed.

It cut again to Sam shaking his head and saying: “I don’t know, why you’re so invested in this. All of this has a rational explanation, you can see that too.”

“But the family thing is weird, right. It’s so suspiciously correct that has to be fake that just can’t be coincidence.” Dean protested.

“Actually,” Sam replied, “humans have a weird sense of perception about coincidence. So much happens at one moment in the world that something strange or usual is bound to happen, we classify that as coincidence, but it’s just statistics, Math. It’s very interest-”

“Yeah, whatever, nerd.” Dean interrupted, “So, you don’t believe me.”

“No, Dean. I don’t.” Sam told him, “Can I go now?”

“Yeah.” Dean sighed, before it cut to Charlie sitting in the same chair.

Dean asked her: “So do you know why you’re here?”

Charlie nodded: “Yes and I am willing to hear you out.”

“You are?” Dean said, excitement seeping into his voice.

Charlie nodded, then it cut to her reading the final notes in the folder. She bit her lip and said: “I don’t know, Dean. Some off this is pretty suspicious, but I wouldn’t call it evidence of Cas being an angel or other immortal. I mean, the church can be weird.”

“But the History thing is definitely suspicious, right? I’m not being crazy about that?” Dean asked

Charlie answered: “Well, it wouldn’t surprise me, if he had developed a special interest in ancient Christian history while growing up and if he used to be a heavy believer then I suspect he must have thought a lot about how Jesus must have been and stuff.”

Dean huffed, but didn’t respond.

There was a shaky video of Ellen saying: “Dean, I have a bar to run, I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

But then Jo was in the chair and she said: “Dean, I love you and all, but I’m not doing this.”

“Please, just hear me out.” Deans voice was tired and it cracked, Jo relented.

In the end she said: “This is all strange, sure. I might have believed a bit of it, if I hadn’t known Cas. I mean, come on. He’s a dork and a teacher. He loves you, Dean. Don’t ruin that over something stupid.”

A sigh was heard.

After that it was Bobby, who was sitting on the chair. He didn’t look all that pleased. Most knew Bobby from Deans series about Baby where he would sometimes help or appear in the background and stories about Deans childhood.

Dean said: “Bobby, you know me, right?”

“I’d hope so, boy. I practically raised you.” Bobby replied.

“Exactly,” Dean said, “so you know, I’m not one to make random claims about this.”

“I do.” Bobby sighed, clearly not liking where this was going.

“Great.” Dean exclaimed happily, “Because I have collected a bunch of evidence and I want your opinion on it.”

It cut to Bobby rubbing his forehead while he read the last bits of evidence. He looked up and said: “I think you’re grasping at straws, right now. There are more logical solutions than this, but you’re ignoring ‘em, because you want to see this.”

Significantly sadder than before Dean responded: “So you don’t believe me either?”

“No, of course not, you idjit.” Bobby replied, “I walked Cas down the isle, I think I know the damn guy. He’s not some immortal. And don’t go bothering Jody about this either, you hear me.”

Then it cut back to the disheveled Dean, who said: “As you can see they still weren’t ready to listen to me. So I turned to my last resort, Gabriel. Castiels older brother.”

Gabriel was lounging in the chair, smirk playing on his lips and lollipop in hand. He smiled: “Dean-o, it this what it’s come to? Crawling to me?”

Dean sighed from behind the camera and said: “It was either you or Michael, you’re the least worst option.”

“Ahw, you flatter me.” Gabriel said with a wink, then he asked: “So, what is this all about?”

Dean answered: “I’m trying to prove that Cas is an angel, or an other sort immortal, but main theory is angel. I figured you were the best bet to get to the truth.”

The moment the word ‘angel’ left Deans lips, Gabriels face fell although he quickly tried to cover it up. He tried to laugh it off: “You’re being ridiculous. Little Cassie is a nerd, sure, but immortal. Sorry, but that’s hysterical. Besides, how else would you explain me, or the other people at the wedding?”

“I don’t know, other angels? Actors? Lot of possibilities. Maybe it was mind control.” Dean replied.

Gabriel laughed and shook his head, but when he looked up his face was completely serious as he said: “Stop searching, Dean. You won’t find anything, just love your husband in peace and live a long and happy life, okay.”

Dean swallowed thickly and shakily said: “Okay.”

Then it cut back to Dean from before, who said: “As you can see, he wasn’t very helpful. Although he did kind of scare me, the guy nearly threatened me, but he also made Cas more suspicious. He’s hiding something, I can feel it.”

“Anyway, none of my outside resources were helpful, so it’s time to look at our subject himself, Cas.” Dean said and the screen warped to a vlog.

It was filmed in such a way that it was obvious that Dean was trying to be stealthy. It showed Castiel doing the dishes, after a second Dean asked: “Why don’t you use the dishwasher, sunshine?”

Cas looked around and shrugged: “I don’t trust it, Dean. Machinery doesn’t seem to like me and I have not come to an agreement with the dishwasher yet, maybe later.”

Dean laughed: “The dishwasher is not a businessman, Cas. Here I’ll load it in.”

Then it changed to the living room, specifically the couch. It was a solid couch, easily a 1000 pounds. Dean yelled: “Caaaaas!”

From the distance came: “What is it, Dean?”, along with footsteps.

“I dropped my phone and accidentally kicked it under the couch. Can you help me?” Dean answered.

Cas looked at the couch and nodded. First he tried to fit his hand under and swipe the phone out from underneath it, but when that didn’t work, he grabbed the underside of the couch and lifted it as he told Dean to grab his phone, which he did.

Dean smirked at him and said: “Wow, Cas, very sexy. Have you been going to the gym lately?”

He only got an eyeroll in return along with a quick kiss, before Cas disappeared.

What the viewers didn’t get to see was the small carjack that had been carefully edited out, along with Sam, who had operated it.

Then it was Dean running up to Cas, yelling: “Smile, angel!”

Castiel turned to him like a deer in headlights and blinked heavily when the flash nearly blinded him. What was peculiar about this moment was the fact that his eyes seemed to glow an intense light blue, almost as if he was illuminated from the inside, which had been an easy edit, but it looked very cool, if Dean was being honest.

After that Dean said: “I showed these clips, along with a few others that are, admittedly, less convincing to my friends.” followed by a quick compilation of Sam, Charlie, Jo and Bobby shaking their heads and telling him he was an idiot or other variations thereof, “As you can see, they were still unconvinced.” Dean finished.

“They were unconvinced, what I have set out to do isn’t achieved. They aren’t listening and they aren’t seeing the truth. I know what I see, I know what Cas is. And they are just blind for the truth.” Dean told the audience, “So, I’m trusting you to open your eyes and see what is out there. Please, look at this and see the truth.”

Then it went to the endcard. Dean waved and said: “That was it for today. I hope you can support me and tell me that I’m not crazy. If you do, comment about it, like this video, share it to get the word out. Maybe subscribe and ring that bell, so you won’t miss out on any updates about it. Bye Hunters, see you on the-”

He was cut of by the slam of a door. He startled and looked over, but before he could get over the shock the lights overhead exploded and the room went dark. You could hear the heavy and angry voice of Castiel, who bellowed: “Dean Winchester, you have not listened to the warning Gabriel gave you. Your time has come.”

Then the video ended.

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Oh my god is he okay?!!!?!?!?!

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Pff anyone who believes this

shit is an idiot

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I know this is probably fake,

but I’m scared now

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Don’t lie, who’s been a fan of

Dean since day one?

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Okay, but are we gonna talk

about Gabriel???

No?

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You’re not crazy Dean. I once

saw a ghost. The supernatural

is out there and Castiel can be

who you say he is. We don’t

know what the paranormal has

in store for us. Keep believing,

keep fighting!

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Dudes, if he had time to edit and

upload it then he’s prbbly fine

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Should we call the police??

Is he ok???

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Dean be looking like a raccoon

and still be hella fine

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Cass talking about Jesus is such

a mood, my Christian ass can

relate

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IS HE DEAD?? DID DEAN JUST DIE!!! HELLO??? ANSWERS PLEASE!!!

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Really? After all the sweet and

loving Cas content we got, we’re

supposed to believe this??

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Get yo self a man whos willing

to make a fake docu bout you

pretending to believe youre an

actual angel

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Dean was grinning as he scrolled through the comments on his latest videos. He was quite proud of it honestly and was very happy with how it had turned out and the reaction of the fans. Cas saw him smiling and asked: “So I take it, it went well.”

Looking up Dean said: “Yeah, you might have to answer some questions tomorrow, if you want those kids to trust you after ‘murdering me’.”

Cas groaned, but couldn’t suppress the smile and fond eyeroll.

Then the phone rang, Dean looked at the screen with surprise, but smiled when he saw who was calling. It was Sam, the picture of him sleeping with a plastic spoon in his mouth lighting up the screen. He picked up: “Heya, Sammy.”

Sam answered: “Dean, come save me.”

“What is it?” Dean asked, serious brother mode instantly activated.

But it was lost with Sams answer: “I know you’re trying to sell the whole ‘I got murdered by my own husband who is an angel’-stick, but you’re fans are worried and mobbing me on Twitter demanding answers.”

Dean laughed and relayed what Sam had said to Cas, who also chuckled. Then Dean turned back and said: “I’ll do something about it.”

“Somehow that’s not very comforting.” Sam said.

“Don’t worry about it, Sammy.”

“That isn’t helping.”

“I said don’t worry about it.”

“Dean? … Dean! … Dean!”

Dean hung up and turned to Cas as he asked: “Would you mind filming me?”

An hour later a video was posted on Deans Twitter and Instagram. It was off Cas walking into the living room, where an unharmed Dean was sat on the couch. Cas said: “Hello, Dean.”

Dean looked his way and smiled: “Hey, angel. What’s up? Why are you filming?”

Cas replied: “Some off your fans were worried about you after your last video, so I’m showing them you’re okay.”

Dean frowned and asked: “Why would they worry about me? It was just a dumb video doing Just Dance, not flattering, but hardly worrisome.”

“Don’t you remember your funny little video about me and some conspiracy?” Castiel asked, way too innocently.

Dean frown deepened and he looked confused and he said: “What are you even talking about?”

“Nothing, it was all just silly. Don’t worry about okay?” Cas answered, still holding onto that innocent voice.

Dean smiled at him and said: “Whatever you say, sunshine.”

Then it was over, needless to say that fans weren’t reassured, neither were the kids at school the next day, when Cas pretended he had no idea what they were talking about and shut them down the moment they tried to show him the video on their phones.

@Deanmustbeprotected posted about it on their Insta and multiple conspiracies were posted on every platform.

Dean and Cas along with everyone they’d gotten involved watched from the sidelines with amusement. Mission accomplished!

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