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wrenwinchester · 2 months

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As much as I love the Jody is the boys real mom idea, I would just like to say, Jody was only 3 years older than Dean, and 7 years older than Sam. She’s more like their big sister who took care of them, took them in, and made sure they were taken care of. And especially in later seasons that’s how they seem. However, it’s also weird because of her thing with Bobby. So like. I don’t know I just. Anyway. It’s fine. I’m not sobbing as I watch season 12 episode 6 “celebrating the life of Asa Fox” as Jody acts more like a sister in the first half but later becomes more motherly, but also I think that’s just because of when the boys came into her life (right after she lost her son.) and I don’t know. I just… it’s fine.

And excuse me while I scream as Sam comforts his MOTHER and reassures her like Dean used to do when he was little. Like she’s a full grown adult, so why is she constantly acting like a baby. And also the fact that she just I don’t know man. Just Fuck Mary Winchester. And her antics. This, and the whole British Men of Letters thing.

Also. Straight up, the fact that Mary left her barely over 1 year old son to go “tie up loose ends” like how could you do that to any 1 year old, let alone your own kid. Like I know she left him with his dad, but still. Most moms I know have trouble leaving their own kid for more than a couple hours, let alone the potential weeks it would take to complete a hunt. Like, what did John think she was doing? Did she leave Dean with John, or someone else. Like. God. What the fuck is she doing.

Also, I’ve said before that Millie Wren doesn’t particularly like Mary, especially after the whole initial men of letters thing, she kind of despised her, still loves her, but doesn’t like her one bit. After the whole brainwashing thing, it just gets worse. Mary had to actually shoot her to get her to back down, she didn’t take her out, it was a leg shot or shoulder shot. But despite all that, she didn’t forget. She knew it wasn’t really her Mom, but seeing her mom shoot her with no remorse, even if it wasn’t a kill shot. Again, she forgave her. But still, it was hole after hole after hole put in her heart, killing her slowly. The grief she felt was immense, the pain and guilt of it all was a lot.

And yeah, of course Millie loves Mary, adores her even, but god does she hate her. The choices she made, the deal to save John, the deal that sealed her brothers’ fates as vessels for the divine, vessels for the apocalypse. And the fact that once she was back, she barely called or texted. She lied to them over and over again. Her decisions always served to better herself, her own life, but never seemed to help her kids. The people she claimed to love. The people she once died for.

This was supposed to be a short commentary on Jody and the boys, but here we are.

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moonchild-in-blue · 6 months

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Sleep Token x The Phantom of The Opera

Spooky season and ST brain rot gave me ideas - this has been on my drafts for quite a while now, and finally I've had the time to finish it. @polteergeistt here as promised! I hope I made it justice! Please accept my humble offering 🙏🖤

[brace yourselves folks, this is a LONG post]

So, for context. We know that Sleep is a deity that comes in dreams (and nightmares). We know that Vessel has been visited by that deity, and offered his worship in exchange for glory and such. I know there are plenty other theories of what is Sleep, but for this to make sense, let's go with this one (the og provided by the band). With this in mind, let's take a look at the POTO's title song lyrics, shall we?

[Christine to Erik aka The Phantom]

In sleep, he sang to me In dreams, he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name

Hummmm. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Let's proceed.

[Erik to Christine]

Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet

Oh???? You see where I'm going with this right?

[Christine and Erik alternately]

Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear (It's me they hear)

Funny how Christine is the metaphorical mask, or vessel, for the Phantom's music and talents, and Vessel is a literal vessel for Sleep, donning the mask as to signify the connection with Sleep. Both Vessel and Christine bear their phantoms' faces and spirit on their voices - Vessel taking it further and giving up his own identity in lieu of them.

[Christine and Erik in unison]

Your/my spirit and my/your voice In one combined The phantom of the opera is there Inside my/your mind

There we go. It is hard to ignore the Sleep x Vessel parallels in this. Seeing Sleep as a deity that not only inspires, but instructs and maintains a mentoral (?) relationship with Vessel, carefully curating and polishing his talents, and slowly taking over him. Of course, in POTO, Erik doesn't actually comes in dreams - for he is not a phantom but a man -, but in Sleeps case it is very much fitting. Both of them have a deep connection to the dark, the night, the subconscious. In the last verse of the song above, they mention a labyrinth, as a dark place where the Phantom lies. "Thread the Needle" is a perfect companion to it (that whole ep and most of Sundowning in fact)

Thought the musical, both the Phantom and Christine refer to each other as "Angel of Music". For Christine, the role Vessel embodies, she sees the phantom as a supernatural entity directly connected to her voice, to her music, to her father. A real angel in all senses of the word. She also mentions that the Angel of Music is someone who looks after her, who teaches her; someone who protects her - a shelter. In his music, Vessel often alludes to Sleep and/or their relationship/love as a shelter, someone or something that protects him (or should at least - in "Higher" we see that's not quite the case).

Also important to notice, Christine is as much in awe by the Phantom as she is frightened - she knows something about him isn't quite right; he holds a tremendous amount of power over her, the only one who seems to be aware of his existence; he his as seductive as he is possessive. She later describes his eyes as "eyes that burn", eyes which there is no hiding from, for he sees all. All of these qualities can be applied to Sleep, even more if we consider the romantic and sexual aspect of their relationship with Vessel, and how much more entwined they are in each other. Just like the Phantom is "inside her mind", Sleep resides within Vessel, possibly taking over him at times; possibly having dominance over his mind

For the Phantom, however, he sees in her the pure, bright, untarnished qualities of an angel. She represents the life he always longed; the love he never received; the praise he deserved yet was never offered. "Heaven" in a sense - Erik spent his whole living in hiding, living in the shadows, taking cover in the dark, without any real opportunity to show his talents an his face. Much like Sleep - a being that lives in shadows, in obscurity. An untangible being who has no face, but manifests itself through their vessels. A being who's "eyes like fire" hide behind a literal mask.

Let's look at some of the lyrics from "Music of The Night" (the Phantom to Christine):

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defensens Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Like I previously wrote, we know how important and symbolic the night-time is to Sleep Token. The night is when God and Worshipper, Apparition and Human, can finally reunite and be with each like lovers. It is also when Sleep's influence and power seems to be heightned. The night represents divine bliss, the moment where, for a moment, Vessel and Sleep are somewhat equals (in the sense that they can at last look at each other face to face). The night is tender, vulnerable, safe. The night comes down like heaven.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly music shall caress you Hear it, feel it secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you can not fight The darkness of the music of the night

If this doesn't scream "Fields of Elation" and "Calcutta" to you, I don't know what it does. I just really love the idea that Sleep is the one who sings their music to Vessel, that they are directly responsible for Vessel's success and "glory". If we take the supernatural aspect into account, we can see this as the moment Vessel truly surrenders to Sleep and becomes "one" with him - he becomes literally possessed by them, thus gaining his title as Vessel.

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be Only then can you belong to me

Isn't this so seductive? So sensual? So manipulative? Hmm, mmh. Delicious. I love toxic vibes by sexy masked singers. The rest of the song is incredibly sensual, almost like Sleep's version of "Give", "Sugar" and "Hypnosis", or the conversation that led to them. There is however one verse that I want to highlight:

You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night

In the musical, this is Erik basically confessing how actually powerless he is. As much of an intelectual and musical genius that he is, his talents mean nothing if he cannot show himself and share his music with the world. He needs Christine perhaps even more than she needs him.

However, in the ST lore, I want to refer to all those instances Vessel mentions Sleep's place is, or was, in heaven. Songs like "TNDNBTG" "Levitate", "Blood Sport", "Euclid", etc etc. Could be interesting to think that Sleep had once belonged to a place like heaven (making them an actual angel), but for some reason has been cast away (from Eden? Ooh this is good). And Vessel's worship, love, and devotion somehow helps them get there again? Or maybe heaven is just a metaphorical place to the state of mind they're both in while in love. Not sure, but there's something there right?

So if your wings won't find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone

Just to cement this point, here's this verse from "Stranger Than You Dreamt It" (the song directly after this one, also from the Phantom to Christine):

This loathsome gargoyle [referring to himsef] Who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven Secretly, secretly But Christine Fear can turn to love You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster This repulsive carcass Who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty

You see what I mean? This powerful, scary deity, who is both seductive and frightening, is not quite so omnipotent as they sometimes look. They too have a weakness, they too want to find (or go back to) beauty and glory; true divinity. Maybe it's because of this flaw, of this desire, that Vessel and Sleep find some sort of comfort and understanding in each other. For Vessel it may mean to become free of his mortal pains, of his torments. Or to atone for whatever his "sins" are. For Sleep, could mean a chance to regain their long lost glory - or perhaps just a convenient opportunity for a power-hungry, sadistic being to feed and have fun. There's a lot of room for interpretation, and if I go there I will never finish this "sHOrT bLuRb" (lmao).

So let's do a time skip and jump to (my personal favourite) "Point Of No Return". At this time in the story, the Phantom is fully unhighed and murdery, and Christine and her boring, wet-rag of a fiancé Raoul (he's so boringgg; who wouldn't want to be with a wet-cat masked goth man who plays music and does magic tricks?? anyways-) are now trying to capture/face him. Not gonna explain the whole plot (because let's face it, if you've read this far, then surely you're as much as a POTO weirdo as me), but basically Christine is still somewhat conflicted and allured by Erik, even though she knows how Not Nice he is, and is terribly afraid of him and what he might do to Raoul.

(side note from one horny yearning op: this whole scene in the 2004 movie is soft-core porn to me: Emmy is SERVING, Gerard is looking Fine in that sluty suit; Raoul is on the verge of tears because he knows he could never be HIM; THAT EMBRACE??? Ai Dios mio, I totally did not just rewatch this scene over and over, no sir)

[Erik to Christine]

You have come here In pursuit of your deepest urge In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent (...) In your mind you've already succumbed to me Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me (...) Past the point of no return No backward glances Our games of make-believe are at an end Past all thought of if or when No use resisting Abandon thought and let the dream descend

This to me is pretty much Chokehold and The Summoning from Sleep's perspective. It's them luring Vessel once more, knowing how entwined in each other they are; knowing Vessel is too week to resist.

[Christine to Erik]

You have brought me To that moment where words run dry To that moment where speech disappears into silence (...) I have come here Hardly knowing the reason why In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent (...) Our passion play has now at last begun Past all thought of right or wrong One final question How long should we two wait before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud bursts into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us? [Emmy EATS this line on the movie - she's a queen]

I couldn't help but put here most of her verse, because really, this is pretty much ST's whole discography. The man is constantly yearning, and aching, and feeling defeated. Tell me that this doesn't remind you of "The Offering" or "High Water". Tell me those last lines are literally just "Vore".

[Erik and Christine in unison]

Past the point of no return The final threshold The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn We've passed the point of no return

Nothing to add. Let's just apreciate how beautiful and raw these lines are. Seriously, if you haven't heard or seen the musical, or if you just know the title song, do yourself a favour and listen to "Point of No Return". The composers went HARD with this one.

[Erik to Christine]

Say you'll share with me One love, one lifetime Lead me, save me from my solitude Say you want me with you here, beside you Anywhere you go, let me go, too (...)

After this beautiful love confession (suck it Raoul), which ironically is much more fitting to Vessel towards Sleep then the reverse, Erik kidnaps Christine and takes her to his underground chambers. This is where POTO and ST differ the most. Christine is once again forcibly taken and deceived by the Phantom, and wonders if she is there to feed his "lust for the flesh". The Phantom, while someone who was terribly mistreated and misunderstood, is very much a villain (especially book! Erik, the musical does soften him quite a bit), while Christine remains the "pure, kind heroine" until the very end.

In ST however, there really is no "evil" one - Vessel and Sleep are both flawed, both corrupt, both toxic. They are consumed in and by each other, hurting each other and themselves in the process. He is never really forced to do anything - coerced perhaps, but it really depends on how you choose to interpret - all of the pain and suffering he endures seems to be by his own volition, often welcomed as a desperate attempt of connection. Of course it's much more nuanced than that, but in comparison to POTO, and to simplify things, he is not exactly a damzel in distress (he is, however, a babygirl).

While the Phantom recognises his shortcomings and ultimately lets Christine and Raoul go, we know that Vessel is the one who is trying to set himself free from Sleep's clutches. He doesn't seem to want to go (Rain and Euclid are very clear in this), and yet he knows how damaging it is, and that he must. Because Sleep is no guardian angel, no shelter, nor do they wish to give him up (The Apparition is the most obvious reference, but I'd argue that the whole of TMBTE is that final moment of taking action and leaving; of change).

The story ends with Erik feeling remorseful and sad about his actions, touched by her choice to show him kindness despite his horrible treatment, and the love and devotion Christine and Raoul have for each other - willing to die or live a life in the shadows for the other to escape.

In ST, as far as we can see, the only one who feels remorseful is Vessel. After all, why would a God ever show regret or remorse? For me, Sleep seems to be imensly arrogant and fickle, a true sadist who thrives and feeds off Vessel's pain (and he is not innocent either). Vessel is still very much a human, no matter how corrupted or entangled with Sleep he might be. Sleep, unlike the Phantom - a man of flesh, bone, and sadness - is no human. I'm very curious to see how ST's next album will fit into this narrative, seeing as the trilogy has a very final, or at the very least decisive, tone to it.

If you've actually read all of this, please know that I apologise for any incoherences and mistakes, and that I am eternally grateful for having someone out there who is as passionate about the Phantom Of The Opera as I am. I'm always elated to talk Phantom Matters™. 🖤🥀🎭

#oof. this took a lot out of me but I'm sooo happy I've finished it!!#i hope this makes sense for someone out there lol #I fisnihed this while watching the movie for the full effect - very great reccomend #sleep token #sleep token lore #darya is unhinged #phantom of the opera #poto #the phantom of the opera #sleep token x poto

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i-simp-stobotnik · 1 year

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Day 4 Supernatural

For this prompt, I initially wanted to go with the classic werewolf Stone and vampire Robotnik, buuuuuut then I had a thought. Stone is, in my eyes, often viewed as Robotnik’s shadow. He doesn’t really participate in conversation, unless directly spoken to, and mainly quietly follows and makes sure Robotnik is safe and provides him with whatever he needs. Kinda like a ghost? So, welcome Ghost!Stone:

Killed in action, Stone now haunts a government research facility. One day, Robotnik’s main lab is moved there into a bigger space after a tactical accident. Stone is intrigued by this new-comer and he immediately becomes his favourite person to keep an eye on. He has been sooooo bored and lonely after years and years of only watching the usual government researchers trying to re-invent the wheel or something equally stupid.

Thus far, Stone has been a quiet ghost. He hasn’t interacted with his surroundings or anyone since he died. But he changes that in his excitement to see what Dr Robotnik gets up to. He does small things: moves a wrench Robotnik is trying to find somewhere he can see it, makes the outside corridor of the lab have a super ominous and distressing aura around it, so people don’t want to come in and disturb the doctor, and most importantly: he never lets the doctors coffee go cold.

Robotnik doesn’t realise he’s being haunted for quite a while. As a man of science he scoffs at the idea of anything supernatural, and so doesn’t believe in ghosts. Also, Stone does try to keep himself hidden at first, mostly out of habit, but then changes this when he wants to start talking and interacting with this curious doctor who is very quickly stealing his long-dead heart. One night the lab is attacked, and even though Stone realises the Dr is capable of taking care of himself, in his rage Stone manages to visually appear and kill one the attackers.

Robotnik of course calls bullshit, and blames lack of sleep combined with adrenalin for this "hallucination”, and Stone throws a tantrum. He wants to rail in Robotnik’s daft but brilliant head that “I’m here! I might be dead but I’m still here!”. So he does all the cliché ghost stuff. He rattles chains while the doctors trying to think, and slings his wrenches and hammers away from him when he reaches for them. Robotnik stubbornly ignores this, until he reaches a breaking point when all of the coffee he makes starts to instantly turn ice cold. As in, Robonik’s breath fogs up when he’s trying to take a sip, and he’s hit in the face by a solid block of coffee falling from the cup.

While Robotnik still suspects he’s under a prank by the FBI’s supernatural department (yes, the idiots have one of those) he thinks “fine, I’ll play your game” and goes steal one of their Ouija boards. This finally gives Stone the ability to have a proper conversation with the man, and he’s over the moon. Robotnik of course get’s the scare of his life when the Ouija board starts glowing purple and in fact an actual real-life (or death?) ghost appears. They start talking, Robotnik studies Stone, and comes up with ways Stone can always talk to him without an Ouija board and can follow him outside the government facility he’s been tied to all his death. Maybe one day Robotnik would build Stone a new body of sorts he could haunt and still sort of continue living but idk. This is as far as my brain rot has gone. I mean this is already 500+ words so hey, thanks if you made it this far! Are you ok? xD

#StobotnikWeek #EggsandRocks #agent stone #dr robotnik #dr eggman #jimbotnik #ghost!Stone #holy shit there's word vomit #and also #my art #lol #stone has been lonely and bored as a ghost #he falls for a mad scientist and has to scream NOTICE ME #to get him to notice #it's all happy in the end though :)#btw can you spot the sketch ghost of a badnik with a candle on it's head?#i was running out of time with this one so now that one haunts this picture lol

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celestialcrowley · 5 months

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10 characters, 10 fandoms

What if I’m not exactly in ten fandoms? The Good Omens brain rot is too real. Two through nine are characters I still love from previous shows and movies I’ve seen.

1. Crowley (Good Omens)

2. Father Marcus (FOX The Exorcist)

3. Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

4. Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

5. Mycroft Holmes (BBC Sherlock)

6. Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

7. Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

8. Tony Stark (Iron Man)

9. Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

10. Louise (Bob’s Burgers)

Thank you @ineffabildaddy for the tag!!

No pressure tags: @sad-chaos-goblin @tragic-cosmic-magic @imhisangelhesmydemon @ritz-writes @sinnedbigly @pretendygood @apocalypticginger-blog

#the ghost speaks

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Incubus~! Hongjoong

ღ Bucket List Event for @kvanity-main ღPrompt: Go on a road trip ღPairing: Hongjoong (Illusion Era) x Reader (f) ღGenre: Incubus au, supernatural au ღInspo: Bates Motel (if you squint), cocky Illusions Hongjoong ღWord Count: 2,535 ღWarnings: jealous sex, no penetration sex, degradation kink, female receiving oral, praise kink ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: After a long day of driving, you’re looking to put your head down at the nearest motel, unknowing that the owner was an Incubus and you were not going to get your intended rest

ᲦDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland we all extra simp-y for Hongjoong recently, so voila, the result of Hongjoong brain rot

↫Vampire~! Wooyoung | Werecat~! San ↬ | Anterior Chapter(Hongjoong’s Past)

Your eyes slid over to the dash of your car. The clock was telling you that it was time to call it a day. You loved that you chose to take this summer off and finally go on a road trip along the coast line. Your family and friends had been worried that you were going alone but you honestly needed the time, mentally and spiritually, to just be by yourself and heal. The scenery was gorgeous, and with your music playing, you felt like all was well with the world. But now it was time to get some rest for another day of driving.

Your eyes scanned the roadside and finally you saw a sign that said Sunrise Motel. You pulled off the freeway and into the parking spot in front of the office. You turned off your car, stretched your arms over your head and decided that sleep would be wonderful right about now.

You missed Wooyoung the most, however. You missed his laugh when he teased about biting you. You missed his hugs during the night, desperate to be with you even though it was his time to hunt. Wooyoung remained behind to continue protecting the orphanage and the spirits but encouraged you to continue down your bucket list.

So now you found yourself at the desk of the motel but no one was sitting there. The fluorescent lights blinked above and didn’t help with the shiver that climbed your spine. You opened your mouth to call out if anyone was there but a door slammed down a hallway and you jumped. You rubbed your sweaty palms against your thighs. Maybe your family and friends had a reason to be worried about you going on this road trip on your own.

A slow chuckle came from the shadows and eventually someone revealed themselves. That someone was a man with red hair. He didn’t look like he should be working at a run down roadside motel. He wore a simple white sleeveless shirt and jeans but there was an extravagant faux fur coat hanging off his elbows. The man scratched his head as if he was just waking up for the day even though the sun was setting in the distance. “Need a room?” He said through a yawn.

You nodded, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You were trying real hard not to check out his canines. Discovering Wooyoung had made you paranoid, clearly. “It’s just me so it can be your cheapest room.”

The motel clerk hummed in acknowledgement. He started up an old PC, pressing the keys loudly and huffing when the computer didn’t wake up quick enough. He checked a clipboard and then sighed loudly. “Looks like all I’ve got is the honeymoon suite.”

You frowned hard. “There’s no cars in that parking lot but my own!” This was bullshit.

The man laughed under his breath and then brought his eyes to meet yours. His face spoke of polite customer service but his eyes told another story. You were clearly messing with the wrong man here. “The rest of our rooms are booked up, esteemed customer.” His eyes raked over your off the shoulder t-shirt and you felt a different shiver run through your body. “Look, I can give you a discount on the honeymoon suite, okay? Half price but truly, it’s the only room we have. People reserve rooms and whether they show up or not, I’ve got to honor that.”

You breathed in and out deeply. Your eyes went to his name tag that said “Hongjoong”. You just wanted to sleep and then move on with your road trip. You refused to let this moment sour it. “Sure, Hongjoong. How much?”

You paid for the room and received the key in exchange. A smile quirked the corner of the motel clerk’s mouth. “Enjoy your night.”

Typical statement. Nothing weird about it. But you felt like there was an underlying meaning behind it. So you went back to your car and parked it in the stall in front of your room. You pulled your carry-on from the back of your car and made your way to room number eleven.

Upon opening the doors, you winced at the lovey-dovey theme. This was definitely the newlywed suite. At least the bed was big and there was a jacuzzi in the corner. Maybe you could treat yourself since you were stiff from being on the road all day. You opted to take a shower to wash the road off you first, changing into some comfy clothes and opting for a messy bun. All thoughts of a jacuzzi dip disappeared when you fell asleep, chips from the outside vending machine halfway to your mouth.

You had some pretty vivid dreams the night you spent in the motel. The clerk from the front desk made an appearance but it wasn’t to scare you. He was your husband!? The two of you were in the honeymoon sweet, both under the covers in the huge bed.

“Darling,” Hongjoong pulled you back into his chest, “Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep already?”

You didn’t resist his embrace. “I’m tired, Joong.”

“But look at this delectable negligee you’ve got on,” Hongjoong argued.

Technically, the whole road trip was your honeymoon, but your honeymoon night had passed a few days ago. And still your best friends had packed enough lingerie to last you a month and so you had no choice but to wear most of them to bed. “That's all I’ve got!” You protested.

“Are you saying no to your husband this early into our marriage?” Hongjoong teased. His breath ghosted your shoulder and you shivered.

“What’s got you hot and bothered?” You decided to turn around the attack.

“You were checking out the guy at the front desk, weren’t you?” Hongjoong pouted behind you. Ah, so this was the game he was playing. It was typical for Hongjoong to play up a random encounter with his jealousy. It wasn’t toxic, just a bedroom game between the two of you. It added some spice to the bed.

“You’re wrong,” You denied immediately, feeling your gut curl in anticipation of what was to come. Any tiredness you had felt melted away at the idea of Hongjoong looking for some jealous, hot sex.

“I saw you, darling,” Hongjoong crooned into your hair. His grip on you tightened. He grinded into your ass, the beginnings of a hard-on apparent there. “You were looking at his arms and his chest.”

You mock gasped and spun around in his hold. “Why would I ever stare at any other man’s chest when I’ve got yours?” To prove your point, you groped his pecs, watching eagerly as Hongjoong bit down on his lower lip. When he didn’t stop, you leaned downwards to leave a bite mark around his nipple.

“Don’t try to distract me,” Hongjoong said. He flipped you on your back and placed himself between your thighs. His hard-on was fully fledged and created some wonderful friction as he grounded himself into you again. “I know what I saw.”

You watched on with pure wonder as he stripped you of your underwear and his and settled back between your legs. Instead of pushing himself inside of you, he pushed along your folds. He slicked himself up with your wetness, length running along your clit but continued to simply rub up against you. “Think I’m gonna come just like this, darling.” To cement his point, he pulled your legs up, letting them hang over his elbows. “Gonna rub myself against you until I come on your stomach.”

It was torturous but it was so fucking hot that you just nodded along. The two of you watched as his length slid along you on the outside and it was a glorious sight indeed. But once you started canting your hips forward, enjoying the friction Hongjoong was providing, Hongjoong got mean. "Poor darling, enjoy it while you can. You're not going to see your release."

“Joongie,” You whined, “I didn’t look at that clerk.”

“No?” Hongjoong hissed, “Didn’t think about him taking you against the counter? Didn’t think of him holding you down on his cock with those arms? Didn’t think about biting down on his chest and hearing what kind of noises he makes?” At this point, you figured, Hongjoong was actually getting off on the idea of you fucking someone else. You had a kinky husband, so you did.

“No, I was only thinking about sleeping with you in bed tonight.” You reached up and wound your arms behind Hongjoong’s neck, “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Liar.” Hongjoong rutted against you, nose starting to scrunch up as an indicator that he was getting into this.

You started to pout. “Hongjoong. That was one time. And you were the one to suggest it!”

“You want to get fucked in front of me while I have no control over it,” Hongjoong continued to rave. “You want me to feel like the powerless one while you get fucked dumb. You want me whining and moaning into my hand while you get split open and pounded into.”

You couldn't help but moan at the scene Hongjoong was building up. That did sound hot, you couldn't lie. But once your lower lips moved as if you were trying to clench down on something, the game was over. Hongjoong grounded into you, his cock covered deliciously in your own wetness. His pace sped up, ruthlessly running his length along your pussy lips and clit. It would have been a race to see who came first if not for the command that escaped his lips. “Don’t you dare come.”

You gasped and whined some more. “Don’t come? When your cock is rubbing me so damn good? Don’t come while I watch your body move above mine? Hongjoong, that’s impossible. You’re so angry and that’s so fucking hot. I want you to come all over this negligee that I have to throw it out.”

You knew all the right buttons to push. Hongjoong lasted only a few more thrusts and then he did exactly what you said. Hot ropes of cum shot out over your silk negligee, utterly ruining it. His pace slowed down as he rode out his high, slowly letting go of your legs and letting them slide into a more comfortable position. Your lower half was throbbing with an orgasm half-baked, however.

Hongjoong had his own plans, clearly. He lowered himself to your core, face revealing how much he enjoyed the view. “I love your fat pussy lips, darling,” He cooed, a completely changed man. He went from Dom-in-charge to adoring husband in the span of one climax. “Makes me just wanna dive in.”

“Hongjoong,” You moaned, feeling a blush creep up your throat.

“Want me to eat you out, wife of mine?” He offered, a soft smile curling his lips upwards. Then he shook his head, looking confused.

You squeezed your thighs together gently. “Yes, Joong, eat me out. Make me come all over your face. I wanna paint your lips with my cum.”

Hongjoong shuddered. “What is going on here? How are you in my head instead?” he whispered to himself.

“Love, I know you like I know the back of my hand,” You said, cupping his cheek. “I know how much you love going down on me. I know how much you enjoy my praise. I love you.”

Hongjoong looked sad for a moment and it almost made you break the fourth wall that was your dream for a moment. He shook his head again and painted a pleased smile back on his face. “I’ll take what I can get, I suppose.”

Hongjoong licked one long strip along your pussy and you groaned like a porn star. He took his time, exploring you as if it was the first and last time he’d get to. He took time to prod your hole teasingly but once he heard the desperate noises you made from him when he got to your clit, well, that’s where he made himself at home. He would spend a few seconds flicking his tongue up and down on your clit to wind you up and then brought you back down by flattening his tongue and using slow licks where you felt every inch of his tongue. He was winding you up and it was driving you wild.

“Hongjoong, your tongue feels so good on my clitty. So wet and so good, God, you treat me like a queen, oh yeah, just like that, Joongie, oh --feels so good, yes, yes!--” You cried out, almost choking on your own words as your climax hit. Because of all the build-up, it smacked you like a two-ton truck. You saw stars for a bit, your cunt contracting again and again, your climax echoing down your nerves until you sighed, content that you had found your high.

Hongjoong’s face appeared above your head, eyes bright with glee. “Did you come?”

You smacked him half heartedly, earning a giggle from him. “Fuck that was hot. I definitely married the right man.”

Hongjoong cuddled you to his chest, wrapping your body in his arms. He kissed the crown of your head and whispered, “You’re my dream girl.”

You woke up the next morning feeling well-used. Which made no sense, you had just been sleeping. Maybe it had been the awkward way you had fallen asleep. Your dream lingered at the back of your head but you quickly forgot about it as you packed up to be out of the room by ten. It wasn’t until you got to the front desk to return the key and saw Hongjoong, that it all came back to you.

You blushed as your hands touched his when he took the key back. “Thank you for everything,” You murmured.

Hongjoong captured his tongue between his teeth, looking pleased and naughty. “Think nothing of it.” Then he bent over to reach a drawer down low and you had a direct look down his shirt. And there was a bite mark around his nipple… exactly like the one your dream self had done to your husband.

You gasped and Hongjoong’s eyes shot upwards to meet yours. “Like what you see?”

You cleared your throat, somehow finding your voice and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

“You’re lucky you’re not here with anyone,” Hongjoong winked at you, “It’s not good form to check out the guy at the front desk.”

“You were checking out the guy at the front desk, weren’t you?”

“What are you?” You whispered, feeling another shiver go down your spine.

Hongjoong shrugged, "Just a guy who likes to flirt with the cute girls that come through here."

You left the motel in a state of bewilderment and it wasn't until you finished your day of drinking in the sunshine while you drove, that you looked up 'supernatural' and 'dreams'. Succubus came up immediately but that was a female. Then you saw the term Incubus for the male version of succubus and paled.

How the hell were you going to explain to Wooyoung that you had dream sex with an Incubus???

A/N: To those not familiar with Incubus’, they feed off of the energy that comes with sex. So they sneak into your dreams, have sex with you and get fed. Hongjoong commonly rents out the honeymoon suite to random female strangers coming into the motel so he can feed from them with the illusion that he’s their husband and they're enjoying the honeymoon suite. He believes that most of the women want that degrading jealous sex without the worry that normally comes with it in real life. However, you manage to get inside his head and turn the tables. Really, all the Hongjoong wants is to have that loving moment with a woman who might love him back. He wants to feel loved when he’s always the one giving himself to others. So you’re a treat for him.

↫Vampire~! Wooyoung | Werecat~! San ↬ | Anterior Chapter(Hongjoong’s Past)

#kvanity #kbucketlist #ksmutclub #ateezlovenet #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #kim hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong scenarios #ღatz #topaz's work #bucket list event series #my favorite hongjoong #the one i fell in love with

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Wilbur “Willy” Wonka is from Wonderland (his name is actually just Wonka but he chose ‘Wilbur’ as his fake first name in the real world for business reasons.) He worked as the court wizard for the Queen of Hearts. However, what he desired most of all was to escape Wonderland and find his own way in life. Ever since he was a child, he had grand dreams of inventing chocolate and candy that nobody could ever possibly imagine. The reason behind his ambition was due to growing up in a poor part of Wonderland where there was nothing sweet or colorful — it was bland, bland bland! The only thing that kept him going was the most amazing natural chocolate river that flowed not far from his home. He often visited it just to marvel at its wonder. He made it a life goal to one day re-create this river while putting his own unique spin on it.

One day, he managed to escape Wonderland with the help of complex magic, an immense amount of luck, and his fantastic brain! Using his home as a mode of transportation, he powered it with a stolen heart from the Queen’s stash. The hearts of Wonderlanders act as valuable fuel that the Queen uses for her own gain but she is also known to display them as trophies. This stolen heart helped him not only escape Wonderland but traverse time and universes.

Because he’s from Wonderland, Wonka doesn’t visibly age. Appearance-wise he is stuck in the form of a mid-thirties man. Even in various universes, this doesn’t change. However, he can’t stick around in one place for too long otherwise he’d draw a lot of suspicion. This is also one of the reasons he doesn’t often show himself to those who might question why he remains the same age. He sets up a chocolate factory or candy store wherever he settles, then once he decides to move on to a new place or time period, a shell is left behind. To anyone who isn’t supernatural like him, it appears as if the building has shut down and left to rot.

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Trying to sit here thinking of how my antis are negotiating events in their head to run from the truth right now. Spiral narrative. Tarot. Alchemy. The One. The Path of One. 13 tracks put together in a surprise order. Radio interference. Ticks and leeches. Queen bee. Art of Dying. Reflections. Rocky. The ego. Context. Traxxverse. Find the Queen. Magic Sex Chicken. All of it.

Like. OK. let's say they disbelieve origin stories. ok but what does that leave them as an option. am I just. So closely resonant to their brainwaves and thoughtforms and so good at this show that I knew all this shit in advance by a year or in some cases years?

Because like. even if I was lying about origins, I still have.... [points at all of the above]. So that still means I'm "speculating" correctly long before anything was ever released. Meaning my brain would be sharing the same story braincells as these authors.

So where, oh where, do they see an escape hatch where if they scream at me they can scream it away? Worst case in their own minds I've vibrated into the supernatural dimension to become a psychic attached to Robbie's mental basket. Or, realistically, I've been telling the truth the whole time.

Guys. The end is coming whether you like it or not. I told you LONG BEFORE my fellow worker bee did: Nothing can stop what's coming. Stand down, go home, and enjoy whatever life you have left. That's only a threat if you fear what's coming. And if you fear it, it's over, you lost, go home.

genuinely funny that for all of 2po's itk posing he's about to get blindsided. SPN ripping off the bandaid needed to flush the fandom liars, projection machines, conmen and more out. The authors are over your bullshit, guys. 100%. Direct. Like that context shit? 2po and those like him better take that as @ them personally, because this is in fact personal. They can't tell you that, but I can. You've attacked and fought them for years, and now, this is revenge. And some of us were more than happy to help.

Goodbye, you lying sons of bitches, you extortionists, doxxers, career liars and grifters. Goodbye, you agenda'ed bastards that think you can warp the truth however you want. Goodbye. It's time for a new empire. Long Live The GenderBending Queen.

(update he tweeted shortly after the post)

A terminal fandom disease, a plague, the lot of you. We're ripping out the rot at the root. We're opening that gay door. And you're going to cope. imagine if the fandom was as selfish seasons 10-13 for the Wayward fan pitch. Which antis like 2po also hide that Berens picked up AS a fan pitch, and nobody wailed about credits.

I don't find it a coincidence that the people that grift thousands out of fandom are obsessed with credits as proof. Well, yeah. People who believe in nothing but themselves and their material gain can't comprehend doing what's right for free simply because it is right.

Some of us actually stand for something. Believe in something. And fight for what we want instead of complaining all day. Even if it takes years. Even if it takes falling down again and again. There's a reason it's a representation battle, not a representation parkwalk, and that doesn't work if every man tries to be an island for himself. Sometimes, life is complicated, and sometimes, you Just Help whether you get benefit for it. Because it was what was the right thing to do. Because you knew the Truth. Because you listened.

You guys may understand the concept some day.

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The real truth you missed is that for the last several years 2po was trying to argue with me and deny real things that came true, he was basically arguing with those same authors, because some of us don't just suddenly care when convenient. Some of us fight for years without looking for attention like the scripthunt members do.

And 2po is so set on his bad biases he convinced himself he got access, rather than for example wigglebox bitching and moaning her entire time in POLOL about never getting access, and his weird spies that fled when I nailed down 2po's doxxing attack all only having base permissions like lmfao bro. Perspective. You are years behind and clueless. The sooner you accept that the sooner you're going to understand what's happening. You didn't HAVE the context to understand the double-S tweet of Berens intentional mispellings being a silly slapfight with Meg Fitz over her giant bees and the fact that she spells Cas with two S'es, that even if they aren't credited they're all idea sharing still. And you'd know it's meg if you knew meg's interests.

Deep down even wigglebox knows that I used to prioritize speaking with the authors. She did not have access to the results, and I think she only possibly saw the one voice message from Bobo if she saw any at all, but she has to be aware that I chose a different path than they did and the potential that pass opened. She just does not want to look into that opening. Because she chose the wrong path. And it's everybody in script hunt

Amazing the things that can be done if you spend your time and years treating creatives like human beings rather than robots to abuse for demands, project intention at, or try to treat like a direct info spout. You want to know the reason you guys can't get info for crap? Every single one of you sounds like a desperate fan when you try to talk to them instead of appreciating their own work or interests. That's why you guys lost. You never wanted to listen. And that's the plot.

I do not envy the trap he's made for himself and his followers. It quite literally makes them the villains of the fandom story. And he's successfully manipulated people against the truth and the creatives for years, and now they have no choice but to deny deny deny deny until the bitter end or accept the truth I've told them for years. And it's that you guys are the problem. And you need to either grow up and accept the truth or go away and find a show you actually not just enjoy, but understand.

Wouldn't it be funny if this Cult Spiral Narrative and my Cult Mythos Alchemy Bible and Cult Cas As The Goddess shit were actually already circulating the author room by the end of season 14? Like right before Bobo wrote the confession I knew about. The year he asked for me at SDCC. Yeah. That'd be really funny. You know, the things 2po harassed us underground for while we. like. talked to writers about it.

Because he doesn't want the truth. And he's always been a leader of a cult of lies projecting his sins, ideas and fears at everyone else, telling people not to look at the truth and to only listen to his perspective and telling, and boy oh boy does this plot have surprises for him.

You'd think by now he'd give up denying the obvious of what's happening both in the plot in the metanarrative, but no. He's pinned his entire fandom conman career on his current angle and if he concedes then everyone he's been exploiting thousands out of instantly drops his ass. Congratulations dude, you played yourself. Good luck hope nobody sues you off the planet.

#there is a fog #but it only takes embracing #the truth #to lift it #this is what's right #and this is the path that i choose to follow #the ostium one might say #this is the way

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I wonder, if my oc, William, would meet Eden, how would that go? Especially since both are kinda inspired by Chernabog-

OOOOOHHH that would be interesting!! William is so cool btw!!

I mean- funny answer: Spider-Man pointing meme asshjgks but for real ooogh I feel like they could have some interesting interactions since they’re both kind of mysterious but in very different ways,,,

I find the relationship William has to Yuu super interesting and can totally imagine it with Eden (since he’s my version of Yuu) I’m excited to see what you do with your fanfic idea for William!

It might depend on how William chooses to behave towards Eden. He seems very cool and imposing- but unless he gets super aggressive or standoffish that won’t bother Eden ‘beast tamer’ Grey much. We are talking about a person (fresh from another dimension) who had no problem scruffing a fire breathing cat monster, sharing a dorm with ghosts, or befriending the ominous horned dragon man lurking around the Ramshackle grounds at night!

I like to imagine Eden as having a curious ‘charm’ affect on others, especially monsters and other supernatural beings as a nod to Chernabog’s ability to seemingly summon ghosts and demons etc. So there’s the possibility William might find him similarly soothing to be around (depending on if you think his charm would affect William or not of course!)

It seems like William is very good at getting people to trust him if he wants to and he certainly would have no trouble with Eden. Seven help William if he decides to be openly friendly or supportive towards Eden (congratulations, William, you are now an adoptive big brother figure! Have fun with your new magicless sidekick and their talking cat :3 )

Once you’ve befriended Eden there’s no shaking them, outside of actively choosing to hurt or betray him (even then maybe not, he forgives a bit too easily) and while he can’t do much to retaliate against being wronged, his distress might summon a very displeased dragon prince…

Obviously William is the much cooler and more powerful Chernabog figure and kinda makes Eden look like a disappointing descendant- like a tiger shaking his head while he watches a domesticated cat run around askgjks,,,

I totally think Eden would love William and find himself drawn to him the same way he is with Malleus and Lillia. Eden has a thing for anything old, spooky, and eccentric!

Also Eden would absolutely affectionately shorten his name to ‘Will’ unless William voiced a strong dislike for it. I can also picture William calling Eden ‘lil devil’ like Lillia dose for some reason, just vibes I guess <3

[as for my dorm leader au Eden,,, he would avoid William at all costs. He's only a house warden by technicality and is trying not to draw any attention to himself his first year on NRC’s infamous campus- especially when it comes to powerful seeming guys like William! But they would probably bond over both having a soft spot for Yuu and become cordial at the very least.

ACTUALLY with William in that au I could see him being the Chernabog dorm leader and maybe Eden as his new vice warden!! Maybe I should draw William in the Chernabog dorm uniform when I finish designing it! :3 ]

Anyway asdjghks this was a lot but this ask made my day!!! Also William is officially one of my blorbos and will be rotting my brain from now on,,, <3

#thank you for allowing me to talk about Eden they are my scrunkly adfjghks #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twist ocs #my twist ocs #my twist writing #lovely friends #friends ocs #twist hell

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e1igius · 1 year

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this verse is inspired by the indiana jones & mummy franchises with small influences from tomb raider , national treasure , and various other exploration based adventure films.

the world is at its finest , the great war had hardened young men ; for if one had survived it there was nothing they couldn't survive. having left home at nineteen and fought overseas in a conflict that wasn't even their own , the learned survival rotted away at his skin. he had tried to hold onto it , completing another enlistment afterwards , but peacetime meant there was nothing that could compare to the feeling of chaos that had been burned into his soul. and as such had created a sense of urgency in the search for the same excitement , one that could not be found behind a desk at an office , or tuning wrenches in a factory , no there was an unsatiable need for adventure. one that clawed its way into his heart and refused to let go.

it was that intense desire that had landed him at the doorstep of harvard university a couple of years ago , one strange job recommendation to another and eventually he was on his first trip to egypt assisting doctor gloria de lima with some strange artifact recovery , the new continent was exhilarating , he hadn't felt this fulfilled since the war and it's addicting. skirmishes with other archeologist teams was not something he had been expecting , huckleberry was fully certain he was just there for show , to scare off potential looters & scams and yet , finding himself actually useful in situations around such amazing places , things and people ? he agrees to be part of her team , no matter where they go. he wants more of this strange adventure.

so for the next couple of years he works exclusively with the north american universities , not always the same one , but always on recommendation. its only then that he runs into another one of him , he's met a few , a few that can hold their own against him , and less that ( he's a little worried might beat him in a fight ). but the man , who goes only by six , is thankfully on his side because the trip to south america goes south. he's not sure who had tipped off the germans that they would be exploring the jungles of colombia , but by the time they are trying to exist the ruins he's sure its some supernatural curse that's keeping them from being able to escape safely. eighteen dead germans and three golden idols later everyone ( on their team ) is safe and finally on a plane back to the united states.

that supernatural curse , that is strange to him everyone else insists was a figment of his imagination. but he's certain that these things are real , that these curses & dark magic items they keep uncovering have some sort of connection. there has to be some reason his brain won't let him go to sleep , that he wakes up picturing some sort of undead zombie-man over his bed every night. so he shifts customer base , takes a job with dinosaur-doctor william hargrove , because at least dinosaurs couldn't curse their own bones. or so he thought before they arrived. the mediterranean is a strange land to be in. throughout the trip he learns three things , one dinosaur bones can in fact be cursed , two dr. hargrove is a perfectly capable individual who doesn't need a body guard and three if one short mexican woman with curly hair asks for anything the only answer is yes.

the world has gotten a lot bigger than it had been a couple of years ago. but even then... at least there was always room for another adventure.

in conjunction w/@medicbled , @sierra6x , @kinghaargrove & @executiioner

#:// files_revoked / verses / indiana_jones #:// files_revoked / verses / indiana_jones / bio #i was gonna tag it with the ? genere bc its both mummy & indiana inspired but ??? IDK WHAT THE GENERE IS

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Dean was put in charge of a two year old and a six month old at four years old. He raised them while raising himself. He only ever wants what’s best for them, but he needs to protect them, and that takes precedent over what’s best for them. Millie and Sam are his kids, he admires how strong and resilient they are, he admires the way they can stand up to their father (Sam more so than Millie). He’s their protector, always and forever.

Sam adores Dean. He spent his whole life watching his big brother, seeing how he interacted with people at their new school, watching him give death glares to bullies, and quickly copying him. Dean is Sam’s home. Always. Sam loves Millie Wren. She’s honest about how she’s feeling, she doesn’t let anything get in her way, not even their father. Sam never doubts for a second that Wren loves him, even when she’s disappointed by a choice he makes. Sam takes losing Dean harder than he ever takes losing Millie, not because he doesn’t love her as much, but because he feels like he let Dean down, and he failed his brother. Sam doesn’t understand the pedestal Dean has him on, that Dean’s anger comes from fear, and his frustration is more at himself than at his little brother.

Millie watched Dean go hungry to feed her and their brother. He would pretend he wasn’t hungry, or he’d say he would eat later, but he wouldn’t. She was only three and she was worrying about food for her brothers. She was only three when she stopped eating the first time (she didn’t eat for two days insisting she wasn’t hungry). She was only four when she started to sleep with a knife under her pillow for comfort. She watched as Dean raised her and her little brother, as well as himself. She was four when she was determined to help Dean take care of Sammy, no matter what. Millie Wren admired her older brother like no other. He is her saving grace, and she’s his. Millie envies the childhood she and Dean fought for him to have. The innocence they made sure to let him keep as long as possible, but she loves him more than words can describe. He gave her a purpose, Dean’s job was to take care of Sam, so it was her job to take care of Dean. She was only five the first time she was left “home” alone with Sam. Still not knowing what was out there (Dean and J*hn were going shooting practice so Dean could keep them safe.) and she knew it wasn’t good. She was only five the first time she accidentally pulled a knife on their father for being startled in the morning. She was only six the first time she got a gun for her birthday. She took care of everyone, her father, her brothers, herself. She patched up wounds, mended clothes. Her job was to take care of her brothers, no matter what.

None of them felt worthy of being saved, not by angels or each other. But time and time again they sacrificed themselves to protect the others. And time and time again, their siblings would bring them back.

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 204

Meta Fiction/Nightmare in Silver

“Meta Fiction”

Plot Description: Metatron tries to persuade Castiel to join him, and the Winchesters finally capture Gadreel, who tries to play Dean’s Mark of Cain against him

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: um. So no one dies but you got a real creepy breaking of the fourth wall from Metatron

And then we open the actual episode with a…not short Dean shower scene

Hello? Cas? Where tf are you and why are there that many dead angels and WHAT IS THAT SIGIL? AND WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO USE A SMARTPHONE?!

Omg Metatron is luring angels with a sound that is reminiscent of heaven and then forcing them to either join him or die…

People (angels, really) keep trying to force Castiel into leadership roles or at the very least right hand man roles…it is…exhausting and my baby’s tired

Oh…oh his little smile when he heard Dean’s voiiiiiiiice on the phone omg

Oh, if he’s getting a weird message via Casa Erotica…does that mean…Gabriel?? Or can Metatron manipulate it too? Would he? GABRIEL!!!!!!!!!!

GABRIEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok but I kinda don’t trust that it’s really him…for a bunch of reasons. I know that he said they’re gonna go on a Kill Metatron Mission, but idk man

Ah, man, that guy was fun, he didn’t deserve that

Ok but I like this conversation between Gabe and Cas. I hope it’s real. I really want it to be real so bad. Castiel is so trusting…he deserves a win

Oh…no…I knew it was too good to be true. Of course Gabriel’s not real. Of course it was just a plot to get Cas to hear Metatron out (because that’s what it said in the summary) but DAMN.

He’s been CAPTURED by Metatron?! I kind of thought he was actually talking to Castiel and not the viewer

I’m not saying the stuff with the Winchesters is boring this episode, but the Castiel stuff is WAY more interesting. The boys are just cornering and capturing Gadreel right now. If something cool happens, I’ll say, but this is the Cas show tonight

Castiel has had cultural knowledge added to his inventory, Metatron has LITERALLY info dumped every story he’s consumed over a couple millennia into Cas’s brain

Did Metatron write his OWN SUPERNATURAL BOOKS?? Did he technically write fanfiction?? “Fix it” fic?

Oh. No no no no no no…I don’t like Metatron’s plan.

(Ok…Dean telling Gadreel that he’s going to pay for what he did to Sam and Kevin….*tucks hair behind ear*)

Why’s Gadreel so desperate to die?? Oh, because the alternative is being left to rot in chains like he did after he allowed the snake into Eden

Well and now I don’t trust that this trade (Gadreel for Cas) is real

Mmmmmmmmm, now Castiel knows about the Mark of Cainnnnnnnnnn

Is Cas’s new coat shorter? I don’t like it…

Uh ohhhhhhhh. Is Gadreel starting to potentially lose faith in Metatron??

Not gonna lie. Did not like that ending. I know it will lead to interesting things but damn. The dead behind the eyes look Dean had, Cas using the sigil calling angels to him to lead them…all the while it looks like Metatron is at least controlling the latter part of that

“Nightmare in Silver”

Plot Description: Hedgewick’s World of Wonders theme park is ground zero for a Cybermen resurrection

I love how difficult it is to impress the girl Clara babysits. Either that or she’s playing difficult to impress and that’s even smarter when you’re already traveling in the TARDIS

Oh. Oh I HATE that. The little…cyberbugs crawling out of the cyberman and onto the theme park dude and Angie’s phone (which doesn’t even have service, no wonder she’s bored with the future and in space)

Ok, I’m trying to remain defensive of Angie but it’s getting harder. CLARA shows up and ruins everything??

Oh, no. Oh wait…the weird chess game between the Doctor and…. “It’s me, Doc. It’s me the Cyberman speaking to you inside your brain. Listen to me, Doc! Leave the girl and the kids, we don’t need them!” It’s still cool to reference the PS5 inside your brain right??

I mean, it’s really good acting on Matt’s part, but no one else is doing anything and it’s hard to make any commentary

Oh yeah, the other half of the plot is a standoff between Clara and generic militaryish leader of the week over when it might or might not be time to blow up the planet. Also Warwick Davis is there

Oh NO!! I mean, of course there was going to be an army of cybermen

Mmmm, the weird flirty relationship between them is still icking me. Even when it’s the Cyberman in his head saying the things

The almost immediate upgrades the cybermen can do is scary

Well, they DID explode the planet.

1000 galaxies is way too much responsibility, can’t blame Clara for turning down being empress

It’s still really weird that Eleven has such part time companions.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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TftW: Man, I Feel Like I’m Weyoun.

Weyoun (Star Trek: DS9) TF.

NOTE: This fic is a meta fic involving my character’s Deviantart-verse persona and it makes fun of quite a few transformation story tropes like forced mind changes/corruption elements and jokes the author puts in just because they like that sort of thing.

Nathan Forester aka Monstermaster13 was an expert in transformations of the odd variety including celebrities and Tim Burton characters, he was also the producer and writer of a transformation anthology show called Tales From The Web and also produced That Werebelushi In The Shades’s rant show which was a mega hit on Youtube. He had the most unusual tastes in transformations and wasn’t afraid to admit it, anyone who questioned these tastes of his…well let’s just say it was always short-lived and their appearances got cancelled before they could make any more of them, but let’s just say his ‘brain-rot’ so to speak went behind normal character tf-of-the-week brainrot.

Normally in stories like this there is some plot involving random characters that aren’t connected to each-other and usually it’s just an attempt to shove in as many references to older works of the author in question despite the fact it’s not even the same type of story as those and usually the random oc who gets tfed has little to nothing about them apart from what they were doing before they got transformed. So anyway, here’s the actual story…one evening Nathan had decided out of curiosity to check out the Star Trek DS9 section of tumblr’s universe only to come across a familiar face, he recognized the face though, he knew of the character ‘Weyoun’, a Vorta played by none other than Jeffrey Combs, and he knew that the character was a fan favorite. He came across a ton of imagines for the character but there was one that caught his eye. ‘Hmmm..imagine Weyoun being real and also taking over your body to make you into him. That sounds interesting.’

He answered a reply to it, writing it as a possession fic with transformation elements and he got a message. ‘Greetings, Nathan. Yes I know who you are, i’ve been reading your stories and your posts.’ ‘This is getting kind of creepy.’ ‘Sorry, but I just had to say that you’re doing a pretty good job, of course you seem to naturally accept that a character from a tv show is talking to you.’

“Wait…you’re Weyoun?”

“Yes, well…one of him, I am the ninth one.”

This sounded a bit suspicious to him but knowing what kind of adventure this was, he looked back at the screen and saw Weyoun emerging out of it, he didn’t need anything to prove what he was seeing was real, he lived in a supernatural neighborhood after all. ‘What do you need me for?’ ‘It’s simple, I am in need of someone to be my replacement should I end up dying and that person is…you.’ ‘Me?’ ‘Oh yes, you, you know how it goes by now so I won’t go over the rules.’

“There are rules?”

“Just kidding there aren’t any in this installment.”

‘Promise me you won’t make me do anything bad while you’re in my body, even though you probably will.’ ‘I promise, and also why would I do that?’, he looked over his shoulder for a bit and over to where Weyoun was, feeling a little bit anxious. ‘Because well…Jeffrey Combs' characters tend to be a little…unstable.’

“Don’t worry about a thing, i’ve got this.”

He sighed as the vorta took on a translucent form and entered his body, he spun around for a little bit before reacting with a slightly shocked look as his eyes widened and gave off a supernatural glow, turning from brown to bluish color as his skin paled and he whirled around a couple of times as his arms lengthened and his hands enlarged.

In addition to this his physique contorted to become a lot more lithe as a few cracking and crunching noises were heard but they weren’t too bad, as his legs also lengthened and his feet changed…his skin imperfections cracked and blistered before melting away completely in a manner that did come across as visceral but not overly gruesome.

He blushed a bit as his shoulders broadened and his neckline altered.his hair changed in terms of its style and turned from brown to black as his eyebrows thickened, his eyes turning from blue. In addition to this his ears slowly lengthened, at first lengthening to develop a pointed elfin appearance but then lengthening more and giving them the appearance of looking like they were connected to the rest of the head as they looked like vorta ears, right down to having ridges on them.

That’s when he saw his face morphing and reshaping itself, taking on a similar appearance to Weyoun’s and of course he didn’t need to realize…he was becoming exactly like him as his voice deepened and contorted, warping itself into a perfect copy of Weyoun’s voice, which is to say he sounded exactly like Jeffrey Combs.

Naturally this appealed to him since he was a fan of Combs, and Weyoun had been his biggest Brain-rot hyperfixation for a while now he was him, well in terms of his appearance and voice. ‘You know my favorite part of that was when I said it’s vorta-ing time and I Weyouned all over the place.’

“You’re way cooler than Morbius though.”

“Yeah.”

His transformation completed itself as he looked over at himself, seeing none other than Weyoun himself in the mirror was a shock at first but after a while he grew to love it, he was still the same old Nathan but he had the bonus of looking and sounding like he was played by Jeffrey Combs.

He examined himself and chuckled…he realized that even though Weyoun was a bit dubious in terms of his motifs he did mean well and he was after all one of the best aliens in the show and one of the best aliens in the franchise in general which made sense.

Looking around for a bit before pulling out his phone he decided to take some photos and email them to his friends, he decided to spend a couple of hours as Weyoun just to see what it felt like. Naturally, he enjoyed it and couldn’t be happier.

“How does being me feel?”

“Awesome, thanks for this.”

“No problem….I knew you’d like this.”

Sometimes you don’t need a graphic transformation sequence and extreme body horror to do a tf story and sometimes you don’t need to overload your story with complicated in-joke references only people who have read your previous stories will get, sometimes you just need good ol brain-rot to produce the wildest ideas you can imagine.

And that’s the moral of the day…brain-rot can be very helpful sometimes.

#Monstermaster13 #Alien tf

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Ace Attorney/Lawyer AU! One of my first posts on this blog that I never went full out on lol. It's still quite similar to canon BSD but yk HAHA tagging: @requiem626k feel free to add to the brain rot when you have time HAHA

warning: contains spoilers, but nothing too revealing?? (technically most LNs, S1-3, and even from the manga)

Nakajima Atsushi

College student who became the prime suspect because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time

Dazai Osamu was his lawyer (thankfully he got him acquitted lol)

Shifted to law after that because Dazai really inspired him

Then he tried actually learning from him... let's just say his opinion of the man has changed drastically

He's still not practicing but one day he'll get there! (but he has already been unofficially adopted by the firm lol)

May or may not have been kidnapped a few times

After a string of strange events, has unofficially adopted a spirit medium named Maya Izumi Kyouka and they're now living together (yes spirit medium because irl Kyouka-sensei's works had a lot of supernatural elements, yk like Demon Snow/Pond)

Dazai Osamu

Currently a defense attorney at a small law firm run by Fukuzawa Yukichi

Used to be a famous/notorious prosecutor in a bigger city and was on the road to go international until "things happened" yk what I mean

One of the greatest yet worst lawyers Kunikida has ever had the misfortune to know

Usually only takes the most mind-boggling cases because 1. He likes using his brain 2. The ratio of brain power to paperwork is significantly better than boring/tedious ones

Not a regular lawyer in the slightest. Comes to work late, rarely submits paperwork on time, and absolutely still violates the law (in secret) when obtaining evidence (at least the evidence is real tho)

Has superb conversational skills. Can extract information from anyone, but enjoys dealing with female witnesses the most

Kunikida Doppo

Another defense attorney at the same law firm; Dazai's senior by a year or so

Best employee award goes to this man every single month. His impeccable organization skills and willingness to salvage tasks that certain coworkers refuse to do save the agency's ass all the time (main weakness is his interrogation skill - it's too intense)

Became a lawyer because a man he respected was wrongfully convicted. He tried to get licensed as soon as he can to get him out of prison and hopefully give him another chance at life

Almost wanted to quit his job when he started to harbor feelings for a certain very-much-guilty defendant (the same case Dazai first observed/assisted in) because it's not just unprofessional, it's morally wrong

Is the only one who has never heard of Dazai's prosecutor days. The reaction he gave when he learned that is one of the firm's most prized videos

Edogawa Ranpo

No, he is not a lawyer OR detective. He ain't about the dull married life with never-ending paperwork and arguing with people

He's this unofficial-official "consultant" of the firm (and the very reason why it exists)

Sometimes tags along as any of their lawyer's assistant. Not sidekick, assistant. There is a difference

Of course the strangest cases go to him but the actual court part is carried out by someone else

His father was a renowned detective, but Ranpo was left orphaned and without a guardian after both of his parents died in a car "accident"

Fukuzawa just so happened to know his father (by name only tho) and felt bad for the kid so he took him in reluctantly

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Defense attorney who has a penchant for adopting stray kids

Owner/whatchamacallit of a small law firm, which he inherited from Natsume Souseki (a small one in a small city - offered to him as a chance for a new start)

Doesn't take on cases anymore for the past 5 or so years - just leads the whole mess of the "law" firm (more like random things agency)

But sometimes he feels like he will have to appear in court soon - for other reasons, specifically because of the tendencies of most of his employees lol

Main apprentice is Kunikida (both in terms of lawyering and kicking ass- I mean martial arts)

Mori Ougai

Currently the chief prosecutor (is also a licensed doctor)

Big shot guy with a lot of connections (both above and underground) so bribery is afloat

May or may not have had people killed

Used to take care of Dazai (self-appointed father figure) but ofc it didn't work out in the end

Also used to know Fukuzawa (rivals in court) to whom he holds a grudge (because of Yosano then Dazai). He doesn't do anything too serious to him tho since 1. he respects him 2. no one wants to make Natsume-sensei angry

No one really can stand against him in court because he's so fricking intimidating (smthn like Manfred von Karma from AA) except again, Fukuzawa, which is why it has been "boring as of late"

Nakahara Chuuya

Prosecutor and is currently assigned to Dazai's old city

Is possessed by the all-consuming desire to crush him in court (because he's lost to Dazai in a lot of ways)

Another of Mori's stray kids turned lawyer

He's only really known in court for his sharp tongue but aside from that he's pretty decent and is reputable

Except for the fact that he's an absolute nutjob whenever he gets his hands on alcohol

Because of the people around him he does do a lot of underhanded things here and there, but only because his aim is to take down people that play around just the same

Unofficial "babysitter" of the city's prosecutors

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Student artist at day, master forger and assassin at night

He's quite skilled with his hands that he does a lot of the non-exhaustive dirty work for Mori and his allies

His relationship with Dazai is a bit more personal: he met him when he was struggling to get into art school when his would-be master appeared

"I'll pay for all your fees, but you need to do something for me in exchange"

Which is the evidence forgery and the occasional assassination (the latter usually falls to his siser)

It puzzled him so much Dazai left just like that and has been searching around for him, wondering what he's been doing

Is beyond furious when he learned that some wimp from his school (who was younger than he) was now his master's apprentice

Yosano Akiko

Owner of the Yosano clinic (where if anyone from Fukuzawa's Agency gets hurt, they go to her)

Used to be under Fukuzawa's wing (first Mori, but there's no need to acknowledge that) until she went independent

Specializes in trauma cases

Is probably guilty of a few offenses herself, but that's only because some patients are insufferable - which is why she never got penalized (it's good have lawyers at your disposal, no?)

Sakaguchi Ango

Police detective who helps around certain cases (or to whom Fukuzawa and Co bump into regularly)

Best known for infiltration jobs

Used to work directly with Dazai when he was still a prosecutor, but every now and then he still helps, usually by retrieving and sharing information in not-so-legal means

Tried to take down Mori and Co but to no avail (which is how he met Dazai in the first place)

a/n: I'm trying to think of a forensic person but idk who fits best HAHA

#bsd #nakajima atsushi #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #edogawa ranpo #fukuzawa yukichi #nakahara chuuya #akutagawa ryuunosuke #mori ougai #yosano akiko #sakaguchi ango #i should really go to sleep lol

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I’m back on my bullshit and we have GOT TO TALK about 13x08 The Scorpion and the Frog; which serves as a good example of why you should not ONLY watch spn episodes with Cas (partially because of that scene I shamefully blogged about earlier - no I will not link that cursed post here). The episode title comes from a fable in which the villain is the scorpion. Interpretations of this fable note its uniqueness lies in the concept that “the scorpion is irrationally self destructive and fully aware of it.”

To quote the scorpion, buddies - “it’s in my nature.”

Anyway, this episode is subtextually predicated on exploring Dean Winchester’s nature and specifically - his bisexuality, and I’m not only saying that because it opens with Dean in his Bi Colors Plaid (that also he wore on his burger date with Cas).

Let’s get started, after the cut!

Season 13 on its face gives me absolute whiplash because it starts widow arc-reunion-TOMBSTONE and then Jack yeets himself off to Chuck knows where so Cas can go out Looking For Him Because Otherwise He Will Definitely Kiss Dean there is no other option for the writers at this point. Sigh. Here, have another shot of Dean anxiously cleaning his gun as he always does when Cas has Gone Off For Reasons -

Anyway, this feels like a filler episode at first, but as always they bury the ENTIRE damn world in it and I am here with my dossier to Unearth It.

Lets start with Bart (demon of terrible nicknames and microagressions) meeting the brothers at Smile Diner to talk about some spell or whatever.

(I am not thinking about the Cherry Pie meta I AM NOT)

THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY to start with these lines immediately introducing the theme of duality, a thread throughout this episode.

BARTHAMUS

Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN

Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

***MORE DUALITY! But as we know, Dean does not like Bart because He Is A Freakin’ Demon

DEAN

Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass.

UMMM excuse me Barting Bacting Boices? What is that sexual gaze?

Then we find out that Bart has 1/2 of the spell. They need the other 1/2. Oh, a spell with two parts, you say? [ I am going to scream :) ]

***Also, Dean eats the pie Bart ordered. I cannot begin to explain to you the state of unwellness that I am in regarding how important this is. DEAN NEVER GETS TO EAT THE PIE, remember? But in This Filler Episode, Dean eats the pie. While Sam looks at him with a very quizzical expression. Pie -> what Dean wants but never actually gets -> Dean actively eating this pie. Dean is coming to terms that maybe he can have what he wants.

***I am reminding you again that this is post widower-arc, post-reunion, and especially post-Tombstone. Anyway-

Now we get to Smash and Grab. Not literally even though I want to Commit Such Conduct at this point. We are introduced to two one off characters named

Smash (human/female presenting) - can crack any safe built by man

and Grab (demon/male presenting)- expert in bypassing supernatural security.

Reaching or no, you can’t disagree that when spn introduces one off characters - it is almost always a Narrative Parallel or Mirror.

So we have a human and a demon (and Dean Winchester, a human who has been a demon)

who are experts in cracking open/bypassing something that has been secured and guarded (breaking down walls, if you will).

They also use fake names identifying them as Tools to be Used ( Dean Winchester, the Michael Sword/daddys blunt little instrument)

BONUS:

Dean himself is literally used as a tool in this episode.

So yeah. Smash and Grab are physical representations of Dean’s duality. Human/Demon. Femininity/Masculinity. Dare we say something else, too?

Anyway, Dean is paired with Smash and Grab; Sam is off to idk negotiate weird artifact purchases lawboy style with Luther Shrike, a man who cannot die so long as he never leaves his house (I cannot even begin to unpack this shit; please just sit there and think about it. I’m not even going there here. I CANNOT DISCUSS Luther Shrike RN).

Speaking of things I cannot discuss without halgdhsag;lsa - Smash has very Specific boots (a look overall, really).

DEAN

Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back. SMASH

Shh.

***That’s right girl - do not take his shit; he actually LOVES them and is therefore Overcompensating for it with this little jab.

***Dean’s pop culture references and particular attention to the details here Should Not Be Overlooked. 90s! Winona! Ryder!

ANYWAY, then Dean and Smash bond over a caffeinated beverage -

[While Dean is doing a spell, Smash opens a can of drink, takes a mouthful and burps loudly. ] SMASH

Ahh. DEAN

You're weird.

***This scene makes me literally insane. (even aside from Dean living on something named NERVE DAMAGE as a KID. They could have called it anything. You’re saying this wasn’t a Choice)

She chugs a swallow of the drink and burps. Something stereotypically associated with masculinity. Not feminine. Dean’s reaction is that she is “weird” - because she is not acting in a way stereotypically, J*hn Winchester brain-rot patriarchy bullshit-tily associated with Being Female. But also, says the stupid show, they like the same soda. They are The Same. She shares the soda with Dean. HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES -

Other similarities are addressed throughout the episode (they are working for demons because they have no choice; they don’t discuss feelings/emotions, they both sold their soul, they both This Thing -

DEAN

You know, we could help you. SMASH

No, you can't. I gotta take care of me.

etc. etc.) Smash is absolutely dean-coded.

****Also it’s textually established that Smash thinks Dean is attractive -

GRAB

[looking at Smash] Oh. You said he was just a pretty face. SMASH

Shh.

***But Grab flirts with him too.

DEAN

I will kill you. GRAB

I bet you say that to all the girls.

***sorry, Grab - you won’t get far with Dean, but only because as he mentioned in the beginning of this episode -

Drowley rights.

Now Dean has to put his hand in the mouth of this stone lion thing and all of a sudden he is acting....very-not-like-Dean.

[Dean looks again and takes a deep breath.] DEAN

I… how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We'll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay.

***Dean Winchester, who has been to Literal HELL, who has been torn apart by hellhounds, who has battled the devil and angels and God’s sister - all at the expense of his own life is now - afraid of spiders. Well, technically he has always been afraid of spiders, but why isn’t ‘he being performative about it At This Time??

***Come to think of it, this sends me right back to how Jackles was playing Dean in 12x11 Regarding Dean THE episode dissecting Dean’s performative masculinity [one day I will clean up and post that analysis sitting in my drafts like a sad hamster]. That makes sense actually, because -> -> ->

that episode and this one are both written by Meredith Glynn. Girl get in I want to torture you affectionately with a barrage of questions.

So here we have Dean and he’s not performing for Reasons, and he’s scared he’s genuinely scared of putting his hand in this stone lion-gargoyle-pig-creature’s mouth and then -

Smash gives him a push.

She gives him a push. I cannot stop thinking about how she gives him a push. A push to go do this thing that he is scared of; his fear being something he was hiding under his performative masculinity. Smash - dean coded dean mirror who does not perform femininity and is ‘weird’ - she gives him a p u s h.

***linking here for the jackting joices that follow.

Now, let’s circle back to Smash’s story; why she is working for Bart in the first place -

SMASH

You think I wanna be here? Like I have a choice? SAM

You made a deal. SMASH

Wow! You think? SAM

You sold your soul. SMASH

And if I could take it back, I would.

there is no reason for this picture here other than I needed you to see the jackting again

***How does the story end for Smash?

DEAN

Take care of you. [Dean glances down at the box, and then at Smash. She sees that Dean has put a lighter on top of the bones.] BARTHAMUS

Alice, chop chop!

[Bart indicates she should get his bones]. SMASH

Yeah. [She grabs the lighter and sets Bart's bones alight. Bart screams as he bursts into flames. ]

***She accepts help and breaks free from the narrative, literally burning it down. The female presenting but not female-performing “weird” ooc representing a side of Dean breaks FREE because she makes a choice. The lighter Dean drops? It’s a push. And she goes with it.

Alice reclaims her story.

(Also, Grab gets ganked. The male presenting ooc; the performative masculinity side; the demon; the darkness; the not-humanity - gets ganked).

Guess what Dean says to Alice when they say goodbye?

DEAN

Hey, Alice. Stay weird.

[I know the peace sign is probably just a Charlie throwback but I’d still like to say duality. Two. ]

Dean’s not just talking to Alice. He’s talking to himself; because the walls have been breached and for once Dean isn’t as scared of being different. Maybe, just maybe, he’s going along with the push. That’s exactly how the episode ends - with Dean feeling a little more hopeful, a little more at peace; a little more Considering he is capable of not only loving Cas but also not hating himself for it.

[until the knowledge that Mary is still alive and the guilt of allowing himself ANY happy thoughts instead of looking for her miserably rears its ugly head in 13x09 and round and round we go but for NOW at least -> ]

DEAN

I'll drink to that.

(oh look Dean is just wearing his henley. It’s almost as if a layer has been peeled back).

tagging @im-shaking-like-milk and @deanwasalwaysbi for letting me ramble on to them while writing this; and @lilac-void because you are always so kind about my stuff :)

#my spn meta #spn analysis #spn 13x08 #bi!dean #destiel #deancas #hellerism #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #spn family #spn meta

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BLOGTOBER 10/20/2020: PULSE aka KAIRO (2001)

There's a moment in Kiyoshi Kurosawa's PULSE (aka KAIRO) in which two college students stand before a computer screen, watching a program that consists of softly glowing white dots drifting across a black void. One explains to the other that this is a computer science project in which dots that make contact are destroyed, but dots that grow too far apart will be drawn back together. This is an explicit metaphor for our ambivalent modern existence, in which internet-driven isolation becomes increasingly unbearable, but intimacy seems impossible, and even somehow perilous. This is PULSE's thesis statement, which it explores by proposing that when there is no more room in hell, the dead will come online--a breach of natural reality that dissolves the crucially meaningful line between life and death, with apocalyptic consequences.

In accordance with its obvious themes, Kurosawa's enormously creepy thriller about modern alienation--a release that was perfectly timed for the dawn of the new millennium in 2001--features a cast of disparate characters who struggle to connect with one another as they each grapple with the supernatural disaster that slowly bleeds from their computer screens into the physical world. At the start, a group of coworkers discover that their friend Taguchi (Kenji Mizuhashi), who has fallen out of touch while obsessively working on a computer program for them, has committed suicide. That's putting it simply; actually, when Taguchi lets his concerned friend Michi (Kumiko Aso) into his apartment to retrieve the disc, he casually hangs himself in another room. The sequence is beyond chilling, and it's relevant for me to admit that when Michi first encounters Taguchi, I couldn't be sure whether she was talking to him, or his ghost. As the group investigates Taguchi's fate, they are each contacted by spirits from the other side, which causes the living to begin to fade from existence; first they lose their will to live, then they lose their rational minds, and ultimately, they lose corporeality. Meanwhile, young luddite Ryosuke (Haruhiko Kato) installs the internet at his home for the first time, and immediately, something starts logging on independently, sending him upsetting images of people haunting their own darkened apartments. Terrified, he enlists the help of computer science student Harue (Koyuki), and together they come to the appalling realization that the dead are returning to Earth through the internet, as the living drift senselessly away.

There is so much rhetoric about the alienating powers of the internet now, that it's hard to discuss the subject without feeling like you're just cycling through clichés cooked up by an older, future-phobic generation. PULSE avoids this pitfall by remaining stubbornly abstract. When the living encounter the dead, after the invariably horrifying moment of contact, the live victim first experiences a profound lethargy, indicative of an ever-deepening depression; we understand that while the fear of the returned dead is the most immediate concern, the shattering of definitions that this causes is what catalyzes the victim's transformation from quivering flesh to a moldering stain that eventually flakes away and vanishes. Seeing the end of the world closing in, Harue observes that if the dead are forced to continue to suffer the maddening monotony of their mortal lives, then what distinguishes a person from a ghost? As life and death meld into a homogenous mass, our dwindling protagonists search for answers, trying to dismantle the mysterious images and phone messages sent from the afterlife, but they only succeed at making themselves more painfully aware of the inevitable. The audience experiences the hopelessness of this misadventure along with the heroes, unable to make any satisfyingly concrete meaning out of the bizarre phenomenon that is taking over the planet. It seems that life is made worth living by the contrast between things, and the expectation of change and evolution--even the simple daily change of being able to leave one’s apartment, and commune with others. When these possibilities are eliminated, and the disembodying effect of the digital world takes hold, life essentially becomes a version of hell.

Western audiences (of which you are probably a part, like me, if you are reading this) tend to balk at anything they can't fully understand, as if a film were a like a jigsaw puzzle with many pieces forming a rational whole, each piece having its own tidy function. As he often does, Kurosawa defies that longing for clarity and completion, and he gets away with it by building up an intensifying terror that feeds on our lack of understanding. Without a set of rules to live by--without a silver bullet, a wooden stake, or a detailed backstory--we are left with nothing to defend us against the appalling idea of the void gazing back at us, and ultimately absorbing us. Some characters in PULSE discover that they can seal the ghosts behind a door or window using red construction tape, but this doesn't always work, as an unfortunate young man finds out when he spots a frantic mass of tape plastered all over a solid wall, only to find the movie's most dreadful specter approaching him from behind. As far as one knows, there is no salvation to be found anywhere.

While preparing for this review, and trying to figure out how I was going to avoid the embarrassment of repeating the usual nonsense about how the internet desocializes you and rots your brain, I read an excellent review of PULSE by Washington Post critic Stephen Hunter. He observes wisely, "Pulse is best enjoyed if it's not questioned too closely. It lives visually in a way it cannot live intellectually". The truth is, I think movie viewers would benefit from this attitude in general, remembering that no movie participates in our quantum reality; they are only windows to various emotional states, demonstrations of different ways to process and cope with experiences that we can rarely fully understand and control even in "real life". PULSE provides a near-perfect description of our collective loss of control in the face of unstoppable digital assimilation. And much like the movie itself, I have no comforting conclusion to offer.

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i saw and i miss that universe, demon!reader my beloved 🥰 it’s honestly such a good universe and i still laugh at human!ranboo just going with demon!reader’s shit and thy in turn help him to pretend he’s some kind of cryptid to wind up his friends (mainly tommy) and the fans. and ugH. Just. their interactions kinda brain rot. i’m in a type of mood for overprotective stuff so the idea of demon!reader having to protect ranboo when they’re being shits together because whoops this kind of hellhound isn’t good for humans and i’ve already told the others thst ive had you for two days and i’d kill anyone who hurts you and then Myself™️. i am slightly sleep deprived but brain go brr and i’m ready-reading stuff now 🥺-🐈‍⬛

I love the idea of human!Ranboo and demon!reader having interactions on twitter, and mutual friends, and like, would definitely consider each other friends, but for the longest time their schedules never align to actually properly meet each other online, so the reader initially definitely believes he is a cryptid, and ranboo knows that the reader is a talented musician and incredibly successful and yeah they can be chaotic but he doesn't believe half the things people say about them because that can't actually be something they said, right?

meanwhile the first vc they're ever in together, ranboo joins right as the reader and quackity are arguing at the top of their lungs about which of them was more likely to shelve the world's tiniest violin - ("Okay but I can almost guarantee whoever currently owns the world's tiniest violin is more likely to give it to me than to you -!" / "Not if I learn how to make a violin so I can make the world's tiniest violin -!" / "It'll be the world's second tiniest violin because the tiniest violin will be up my ass, Quackity, and then you can play your shit second-smallest violin because you lost.") to which Ranboo is like WTF is this and Tommy explains how you'd complained about being tired and Quackity played a clip of a sad violin and told you he was playing you the world's tiniest violin, and you told him where he could shove the world's tiniest violin, and well, it all went downhill from there... which is about the time when ranboo realises that YES you are successful and talented, but you're also chaotic as all fuck and all the stories are true.

okay but why do i love the idea of q & reader's potential friendship being such a strange dynamic, like they genuinely get along very very well and really like each other as people, HOWEVER they have a very stupid bit which they somehow managed to come up with without ever really talking about it, which is that if anyone asks an opinion-based question, the reader and quackity will immediately have passionate and opposing opinions that they will loudly defend.

eg. Dream, knowing about these dumbasses and feeling like there was too much of a lull in the conversation: What's the worst multiple of 4? Phil, exhausted already: come on man - Quackity, immediately with his whole chest: 12 Reader: I knew you were stupid, but Jesus Fucking Christ, dude, 12? You really going to say that when 48 exists?

but also reader being all fond on stream when they talk about how much they've been enjoying writing music with Q, and how they think it's so cool that he's studying law, and generally hyping him up when chat brings him up. and if they find themselves on line at strange hours at the same time they'll have an impromptu hang out and we get a sweet, acoustic snippet of Sing-Along-Song with q on guitar, and q ends up rambling about the reader being a talented song writer and content creator and it's all just v :) :) :)

but jumping back to ranboo and the reader, i love the idea of a genre of tweet from Tommyinnit known as 'places ranboo is sometimes' which consists of screen shots of messages between ranboo and tommy, with a selfie from ranboo somewhere he definitely shouldn't be, like up tall trees, or sitting on top of the london eye (for only a few moments, enough time to take a selfie), or on a solitary rock in the middle of a lake while he's somehow completely dry, and tommy always responds with a very unflattering, bewildered selfie.

-- okay but, the idea of the reader and wilbur hanging out with the bench trio and, like, tommy's vlogging or something, and near the end of the day as its starting to get dark and they're trying to head home, they start to get approached by people with Bad Vibes, you know. and the kids and wilbur and the reader just wanna get away and not be hassled, but one of the assholes realises he kinda recognises them and won't let them be, and between the kids Tommy is the only one with like, an offensive supernatural capabilities but he's also a good kid and doesn't want to hurt anyone even if they're an asshole and he's trying to do the right thing and just ignore it. but also wilbur and the reader put themselves between the kids and the assholes, and are trying to set a good example. until 'hey i know you, aren't you some kind of siren?' accompanied by a mocking laugh, and a something hits the back of the reader's head, just a little piece of litter but still. and the kids are each trying to formulate some sort of plan to protect the reader, who's stopped dead and is not longer willing to put up with this shit.

"kindly fuck off," the reader turns and finally faces the assholes. behind them, wilbur is standing in front of the boys. his hands are glowing.

"what's a little siren going to do? you're the type to carry around fancy cameras and act like you've got a chip on your shoulder, until something bigger and scarier than you comes along -"

"i wouldn't know what a siren would do because I'm Not A Siren, so I'm going to ask you once more to fuck off," the way your eyes go black scares the shit out of them, the way your tail flicks menacingly is enough to have them stepping back; some are humans, some are supernatural, none of them pose any real threat.

as the assholes scatter, you turn back, and see the intensity in wilbur's eyes and the subtle hand movement's he's making, and you give him a tired, grateful smile.

"shoulda taken a taxi, sorry guys."

"What The Fuck Was That, Guys, What The Fuck?" Tommy, trying not to freak out about what just happened because yeah You and Wilbur kind of have vibes of being more powerful/capable than you appear but seeing it in action is a whole other thing.

so of course the only thing you can think of to do is put on a Godfather-esque accent and act as if you're a mafia boss promising them protection as long as they're with you. it lightens the mood considerably, but all three of the boys seem to look at you and wilbur in a different, kind of grateful light every once in a while, though they never bring it up again.

#htlgi #black cat anon #protect the children

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