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#but. if their brothers are bad to them. if they abandon or replace or kill them. fawn will forgive them.
villainsidestep · 1 month
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anyway now that we’re awake again. thoughts on fawn’s Definitely Not unrealistic idea of how family relates to forgiveness
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acotarxreader · 12 days
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Shadow and Flame pt. 1
Azriel X Reader
Synopsis: Azriel is down bad in his feelings for Elain when a new female crosses his path. The job of the Shadowsinger is to know all and yet you evade his knowledge.
Warnings: None
A/N: Hello. This is my first time writing a fanfic for this series. I hope you like it ✨
Part Two
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“Whilst we wait for Lucien, let's play a game. Fuck, Mate, Kill, High Lords edition, our own brother excluded of course. I mean there's days I want to do all to him”
“Ugh Cass” Nesta recoiled at her own mates idea of a bar game, the group laughing. 
“Hardly fair to Feyre when she's done or almost done those to more than two already” Rhys growled at Mors joking tone, the table continuing its howling. Rita's music swelled around the booth of the best friends, lightheartedness well and truly arriving once again to the group. 
“Az you go first”
“I politely decline Cass” protests followed his words 
“Leave poor forlorn Az alone”
“I am not forlorn Amren” the Shadowsinger tried his best to not grit out the words.
“I would consider pining after Elain to be pretty forlorn” Amren gestured with her head to the middle Archeron sister making her way  back to the booth balancing a tray of drinks.
“Stop saying that word” this time Azriel couldn't hide his annoyance.
“-Right well anyways, I think we'd all kill Tamlin -” the group hummed in agreement to Cass as Azriels mind disengaged from the conversation. 
Was that how he'd been feeling? Had the feelings of creeping crawling rising abandonment at the hands of his brothers for their mates affected him more than he thought? Why couldn't he have what they had with Elain? It made sense to him, but why didn't it make sense to the Mother? He shook this from his head as he frequently did. Elain joined the table once again, passing around the drinks. 
Azriel tore his eyes from her movements and landed them on the crowd of dancing Velaris residents, when a new figure approaching the bar top had his eyes transfixed.
He watched the female dip between the crowd so masterfully as if she was made of the same shadows that rested peaceful around him. She effortlessly passed the dancing Fae in candlelight.
“Earth to Az” Cass’ hand waved in front of his hazel eyes pulling Azriel back to the booth for a moment to sweep away his brother's paw. His eyes darted back to the room to find the female gone again. 
“What is it Lassie, Timmy stuck down the well?”
“What does that even mean Cass?” Azriel couldn't ignore the bizarre statement.
“I'm not sure, I read it in a human book once”
“I didn't know you could read” Cass feigned hurt at Feyres comment, the table of friends laughing. 
“Up until about last week you definitely couldn't Feyre” 
“Uncalled for!” Freye laughed hard at Cass’ comeback.
“Anyways, what is it Az….Az?” Cass found the seat next to him empty, the Shadowsinger long mingled into the crowd.
You reached the bar top skillfully, your hand reaching up and retrieving a drink ordered by someone else and dipping back to your side before the bartender noticed. You gave a small smile into the tumbler of icy brown liquor as you turned back into the room, ready to push back off. Your gaze immediately caught the Shadowsingers eyes as he leaned on the back wall watching you. He simply raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. You sighed lowly, replacing the drink back on the bar top next to a tea light candle without removing your eyes from Azriels. You narrowed your eyes at him, the crowd dancing and swirling across your sightline. Azriel finally blinked and found you gone from the spot when his eyes flickered back open. 
You crossed the threshold of Rita's into the streets, a little startled someone had seen you, a new occurrence. 
“You don't care for another drink?” The males voice stopped you in your tracks at the mouth of the adjacent alley. You curled your hands into small fists and exhaled out. Caught. You had been caught.
“Don't go shy on me now” you slowly span on your heel to face the male. Azriel felt his breath hitch slightly at the sight of you in the firelit street lights. He felt a bit dazzled by your beauty, piercing copper eyes previously inhibited by the dim and smoky light of Rita's. 
“Can I help you Azriel?
“How do you know me?” He couldn't hide the hint of surprise in his voice. You closed your eyes gently, sighing deeply at your foolish slip up before opening them again. 
“I don't”
“Why don't I believe that? Who are you?”
“If I told you that, I'd have to kill you” you gave a small smile, angling your head gently, tempting him to step in closer to your magnetic eyes. 
“I'd like to see you try”
“That can be arranged Shadowsinger” he scoffed at your cocky tone. You turned back to face the alley, quickly dipping down it but not fast enough. Azriel flashed before you, sidestepping you to where your back met the cold brick of the alley. 
“I asked your name” he stepped in close to you, your eyes looking to the exit to the side of him, only to have his wings open slightly to trap you inwards. You sighed, looking up through your eyelashes to find his eyes fixated downwards on you. 
“I'm not anyone important”
“Nonsense, every resident of Velaris is important“
“And who said I was a resident of Velaris?” you couldn't hide your smugness from him as he seemed to scan your face further, checking it again the rolodex of Fae in his mind to find a gap in knowledge. 
His shadows leapt around him in alarm at being caught out with a stranger. A true stranger. Who were you? Shadows crossed his face to try to relay information and when they settled again you were gone from in front of him. 
His wings dropped, his head turning uncharacteristically frantically from side to side only to now find you across the street. You gave a small wave with just your finger tips with a small gloating laugh before running down and into the winding streets of Velaris. Azriel moved to follow you only to crash right into Lucien.
“Are you never not in my way?!” Azriel couldn't help but bark at the emissary.
“Hello Azriel, how are you? I'm good thanks for asking? Yes I do forgive you for walking into me, of course I-”
“Just leave it” Azriel signed, ducking around him to run to cross the street. It was no good, you were gone he thought, but how? And who? 
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“Az stop pacing, you're not helping the hangover” Cassian ran his hands down his green tinged face, regretting going as hard as he had the night previous. Lucien giving a small laugh to the Illyrian, picking himself up from the sofa to head to the kitchen for tea.
“I have no idea who she was and that's my job. How could I not know who she was?”
“I'm not sure Az but Cass is right, please sit down, you're giving us all motion sickness” Rhysand joined the group in the sitting room of the town house, a soothing tincture for Feyre in his hands. She smiled up lovingly at her mates gesture, more pangs of jealousy passed through Azriel. 
“Let me see into your mind Az, I'll draw her, maybe one of us knows her” Azriel weighed up Feyres offer. He hated letting them behind his shields but he needed to know who you were. He thought of your face in the candle light again, did he want to share you with the world? He weighed up the options before agreeing, Mor having already retrieved a scrap of paper and a pencil for Feyre. 
The group gathered around the sketch of you freshly drawn. One by one group shook their heads, unsure of the Fae in front of them, sending Azriels heart sinking again. 
Lucien strolled back into the sitting room, tea tray in hand. The crash of the tray had the group's startled reaction landing on the Emissary. 
“Oh my Gods seriously! My head” Cassian groaned, covering his face with a throw pillow. Lucien took almost erratic steps over the broken china towards the drawing, snatching it from the knee height table and gathering it into his chest. The group now entirely addled by his reaction.
“Lucien?” Feyre was the first to break the quizzical silence. 
“Nothing! This is no one!” Lucien's skillful way with words was now long gone.
“Who is that?” Rhysand and Azriel almost asked in unison.
“It's no one I said! Leave it! I have to go, sorry for the mess!” He darted for the hallway, Azriel hot on his heels. 
“Lucien, who is that? What do you know?” The Shadowsingers sharp tone tried to stop Lucien in his tracks.
“It's no one, you didn't see her, forget it, stay away from her”
“Which is it, stay away from her or I didn't see her?” this silenced the Prince of Foxes. 
“I have to go!” His panicked tone was betraying him. Azriel went to catch him harshly, Lucien winnowing out avoiding capture leaving Azriel once again confused and alone
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Part Two
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Consequences
When he felt compelled to take over as Robin in order to save Batman from himself, Tim didn't have high expectations; he didn't expect to be adopted by Bruce, he didn't expect to acknowledge the fact that his parents were abusive by leaving him alone for months, he didn't expect anyone to care if he ate or not, and in general he didn't expect to gain a family.
And for a while he thought that everything would get better: he gained brothers, he had a caring father, he had no financial problems or had gotten sick; And yes, maybe Robin's patrols were harsh at first, maybe Bruce's words when he was angry reached his heart and hurt him deeply, but he was fine.
Until he wasn't, at some point he felt more abandoned than ever even though he was surrounded by his family. When he was talking to his boyfriend, he realized that everyone took him into account but no one really appreciated what he did.
At first he didn't understand why Danny looked at him concerned and kept asking if he was okay while he told him an anecdote from his life as a vigilante; they had known each other for a while (Alfred had noticed, the others hadn't), they started talking, dating in coffee shops and even revealed the fact of being vigilantes after a few months on a relationship, that's when they started sharing anecdotes with each other.
Danny mentioned that he was being a hypocrite for caring so much about his stories when his were just as bad. Tim didn't get it until he started to see things from another perspective.
He never realized how much it hurted how Bruce had never thanked him for helping when he was lost in time, or how Dick avoided talking about his Robin time by concentrating on Damian, he thought he could understand but that didn't make it any better, Jason's nickname was beginning to make sense.
He didn't realize how broken he felt when Jason tried to kill him and blamed him; He was his childhood hero, Tim loved Robin because Jason put him in the stars, however, no matter how many times he explained to his brother that the only reason he had taken the suit was because he had no choice, and that he felt forced to blackmail Batman to be his Robin before Bruce became what he hated most. Jason still didn't care, still called him Replacement over and over again, blaming.
Or Damian who kept trying to kill him, refusing to acknowledge him, and when he defended himself he ended up getting reprimanded. Not even Bruce thanked him for all the work he did in taking over the company as CEO. His entire family went on with their lives without repercussions.
Maybe he was being naive as he refused Danny's requests to run away from home and stay with him, at least for a few days so they would miss him. He felt like a broken record repeating the phrase "it's okay, they're trying, they can change", the look on his boyfriend's face told him he wasn't doing a good job on believing his own words.
The mansion made him feel small at times, ignored; it was fortunate that Alfred was actually paying attention to him and offering a cup of hot chocolate at such moments.
At some point he couldn't take it anymore, Jason and Damian's comments had gone too far, Bruce's lack of response along with Dick's laughter commenting that they weren't saying it in a bad way only made him angry, so he left the cave and called to Danny, he told him it was time to go.
He said goodbye to Alfred, Cass, Duke and Steph who had generally not contributed to his decision, and he regretted that he couldn't stay longer to get to know them better, but the damage had been building up for a long time.
He wrote a letter detailing his reasons to the rest of the family, leaving along some clues to let them know that he had left of his own free will and they wouldn't be able to find him even if they wanted to, he sighed as his anger turned to resignation.
"Are you ready?" Danny questioned, taking his hand gently as they walked out of the mansion.
"Ready as I'll ever be"
That's how Timothy Jackson Drake said goodbye to his home dimension and headed to the infinite realms, of course he was going to sneak in a couple of times to help his friends but never when his family is around. He hadn't expected the life in the palace or the marriage proposal that came years later, but although the place was gigantic, Tim felt good in it, comfortable, appreciated.
Time in the Realms passed quite quickly, unlike his original dimension, so years for him were a couple of months for his family.
He found it ironic that Danny was summoned as the Ghost King by Ra, who had the nerve to order the "creature" to give him the secrets of the Lazarus pits, offering the Batclan as sacrifices. Tim looked at the time portal connected to his home dimension (That Clockwork had given him to watch his family and friends, even if he was upset he was not going to let them die) wondering if he should interfere.
It was decided when Danny called Fright Knight to deal with the nuisance that was Ra, and he accompanied him as a royal adviser (regardless of his second title as ruler, he actually liked being a part of strategizing better and Danny was happy to give in to his wishes).
With a weary sigh he crossed the portal and began to recite Ra's crimes, indicating how he had damaged the balance between life and death since he corrupted the ectoplasm on the Lazarus pits to extend his life at the same time that Frighty stopped the man.
No one in the room bothered to pay attention to the stupefied bats who were watching the missing member of his family, but years older, that apparently was the Ghost King royal adviser. They tried to call him but Tim just gave them an annoyed look before continuing with his work.
By the time Fright Knight took Ra completely chained through the portal, they finally saw the ghost king move, he started kissing Tim's face repeatedly, which had turned his frown into laughter.
The moment they finally processed the scene they both disappeared, and well, weren't those the consequences of their own actions?
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Thanks to @unadulteratedsoulsweets for the general idea, I enjoyed writing this! Even if it ended up a little bigger than I expected
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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months
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A Roundup of the Kate Conspiracy Theories from Twitter
So you don't have to go down the rabbit hole. Some of them are dark; I'll put those at the end below the cut so anyone who wants to scroll away can scroll away.
(My favorites in bold)
She had a BBL (Brazilian Butt Lift).
She's Banksy.
Botched cosmetic procedure, needed urgent fixing.
William cheated with Rose again and she left him, taking the kids with her.
Hysterectomy + tummy tuck = botched.
Bad haircut/dye job.
Kept a pregnancy secret, delivered by c-section.
Diana's revenge
William lost his temper and beat her so badly that they're keeping her hidden till the bruises/broken bones are healed.
William kicked her out because he doesn't want her to be Queen.
Divorce of the Wales Part Two because William cheated
Bottom surgery
Kate grew a conscience so they had to kill her and are now replacing her brain with AI.
Shelly Miscavige'd
She abandoned and fled to a tropical beach.
She quit the royal family and is touring Britain in a converted transit van, selling dreamcatchers made from her own hair on Etsy to make ends meet.
Kate donated a kidney to Charles in return for becoming Queen soon.
Boob job
She went through a cosmic wormhole and left the Milky Way Galaxy.
Female 007
She's the one with cancer, Charles is faking it so everyone leaves her alone.
Took the kids and moved to Scotland
Growing out bad bangs
Meghan's karmic revenge
They're building a robot clone of her so she doesn't have to work anymore.
Trying to reach the end of YouTube shorts
Coma from botched surgery
The press knows but are under a gag order/injunction and can't report
She was never in the hospital.
William threw something at her, it hit her in the face, needs corrective surgery
Complications from pregnancy and on bed rest
Cholecystectomy/gall bladder surgery
Spontaneously combusted
Tragic accident a la Diana, better cover-up this time.
Charles actually died, it's just an actor walking around until the Waleses are ready to take the throne officially.
Botched BBL using her own stomach fat.
Rehab for alcoholism
Being reprogrammed to accept mistresses
She's playing Celebrity Big Brother
IVF transfer and first trimester HG recovery
Banished/handled by Camilla
Facelift
Bad botox/filler, waiting for it to dissolve
Put out to pasture by the royal family because she's finished having children.
Abducted by aliens
William didn't want to start his reign married to someone he hated, so he left her and is forcing a divorce.
She ran away to Italy
Argument over where George would go to school, William made it physical, she tried to leave
She's in the Princess Protection Program
At Chili's chugging margaritas
Binged too much at Christmas, now trying to lose weight
She wandered off during the Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience and is stuck to the ceiling after drinking the fizzy lifting drink and they can't get her down.
Smuggled to America
Mental breakdown from William's cheating
Inpatient treatment for eating disorder
Complicated miscarriage
CPTSD breakdown (complex post-traumatic stress)
All the people that Twitter suggested we need to call to investigate Kate's whereabouts:
Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch edition)
Scully and Mulder (X Files)
Captain Olivia Benson (L&O:SVU)
Charlie from It's Always Sunny
Nanny Jo Frost
Steve and Blue (Blue's Clues)
Sergent Catherine Cawood (Happy Valley)
Rustin Chole (Matthew McConaughey from True Detective)
Harriet the Spy
Luther (Idris Elba edition)
Trevor Rainbolt
Jaz Singh (British Traitors edition)
One final reminder: The really dark theories about Kate are below the cut here.
William went into a drunk alcoholic rage and killed her.
Staph infection/sepsis from the trampoline injury that caused paralysis/amputation
Family annihilation by William
Severely injured in shooting accident at Sandringham shortly after Christmas when an ambulance was rushed to hospital from the royal estate.
Suicide attempt and mental health treatment
William beat her into a coma
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kissnpunch · 4 months
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talking about ratatoier’s dream, he’s rock bottom with his traumas and abandonment issues.
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so, we officially know his participation in purgatory 2 is canonically a dream, with that, every islander he met can be related to his feelings for that person or his relation with them.
and damn, is so sad if you think about it too much, the fact he met q!etoiles and q!bagi first says a lot for me.
his brother of swords, coming to him after feeling shitty like the good old days of purgatory I, he takes the chance to ask about q!cellbit and q!baghera and is so sad the way he asks so dubious, expecting any answer either good or bad.
then he sees q!bagi, she is the perfect person to respond the question he wants to ask; their bond started because of q!cellbit and now is more between them sharing the feeling of losing someone they love so much and how life is unfair for him. she also knows about q!roier feelings and story on the island, even including him in the arc of the mystery twins because at the end he played a important rol there for his husband and trusting q!bagi.
he’s expecting her to tell him about q!cellbit and q!baghera because he trust her to tell the truth as someone who cares about his husband like he does. her answer “they’re alive but i don’t know where they are, they killed me before running away.”
how is possible to be alive but not there with him, thats the moment he realizes this is all part of a dream and his mind takes chance, of course.
q!elquackity appeared, teasing him and playing like kids, once again, nostalgic about the time he speeded with him on the quesadilla island. juanito cameo is such a funny way to replace a face he can’t longer remember but still having the same essence of his friend.
once again, in my perspective, he didn’t want to create a image of his soulmate because the realization of being fake is more dangerous for him than risk that hope on him being alive, after knowing is a dream is easier to take advance and remember someone who he miss but is more probably death.
but even in his dreams he ends alone, helpless.
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episodeoftv · 5 months
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Round 1 of 6, Group 1 of 4
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Propaganda is under the cut (671 words) - may contain spoilers
summaries (pulled from imdb or wikis)
propaganda
Chén Qíng Lìng/The Untamed - 1.50 Episode 50
The mastermind who plans everything has appeared. He's not someone who wouldn't think he would be the one who is behind everything, including Wei Wuxian's comeback. Who would that be?
I nominate this final on grounds of CCP information control, censorship and homophobia. They were so scared of the power of wangxian that they ended up banning ao3 in china and in the show they have to inexplicably have them part ways just to hammer home the no-homo. Plus the show is just kind of objectively bad.... but it rewires your brain all the same
Supernatural - 15.20 Carry On
cw: suicide
After Chuck is defeated and someone takes his place, Sam and Dean go about their life of hunting, but things don't turn out as expected.
1) you know why 2) god. where do i fucking start. this episode completely ignores this large cast of characters that were considered family in order to make it the "just two brothers" show again, scrapping basically every shred of character development shown throughout the course of the show, cutting out incredibly important characters at the last second (i.e. eileen being replaced with blurry wife for no fucking reason, cas not being there at all despite the whole love confession/ dying for dean that happened just two episodes before). in the penultimate episode the boys fight god. the finale? a random vampire from an episode of season one, who up until this point had never been mentioned again. then we have Dean being impaled on a very phallic looking spike and, after a speech about it just being about the brothers, dies. he then goes to heaven, where his father figure tells him his abusive dad is just down the road. he hops in his car (also in heaven, somehow) and drives for the next 60 odd years waiting for Sam to die. meanwhile, sam is moving on with blurry wife and i shown with a son named dean (as seen stitched onto his clothes), and we eventually see sam, now old and clad in the crustiest looking wig i have ever seen, die in the hospital. he goes to heaven, meets Dean on a bridge, and the last shot is the entire cast and crew on the bridge saying goodbye, completely shattering the fourth wall because fuck it, who cares anymore. and this isn't even mentioning everything that happened after. just an absolute mess the whole way through. 3) Random villain from season 1 kills one of the main characters, he goes to heaven and drives around while the other main character gets a montage of growing old a horrible wig. And that's not even all. 4) It abandoned 15 years of series theme and character growth, veered away from the natural story line and failed to resolve major plot threads. Dean deserved better, and so did Cas. See also Jared's terrible wig, Dean jr, Dean driving through heaven for five minutes... 5) Dean dies in the most anticlimactic way, cheap wig, blurry wife 6) There was no Castel :( 7) I mean... 8) destroyed every character arc in one fell swoop. the guy who tried to kill himself and struggled with depression throughout the show ended up killing himself anyway! was cas’s death even important? who was blurry wife? why was the absolute ugliest toddler imaginable cast to play Sam’s son? but in order to truly grasp how decimating this finale was, you have to understand the queerbaiting between 15.18 and the finale. why did Misha post that pic in the onion field with Uriel. why was Misha originally credited to be in 19 episodes of the final season on IMDb. why was . Hrrgghh. 9) Do I even need to write propaganda for this one? Even though it was the series finale we are still here after 3 years 😂 Title said 'carry on', but the fandom said 'nah, time for season 16'. 10) Bad old man makeup and no castiel 11) Everything had been neatly wrapped up in the previous episode. Then they decided "Hey you know what would be great? If we just killed one of the main characters." They killed him for no reason. He deserved to live a full life, have a family, retire, but nope! He met his match in a RUSTY NAIL. Not to mention that there were terrible wigs, blurry wives, and subtextual incest vibes involved.
+ After it aired, one of the actors unfollowed everyone who had anything to do with the episode.
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alexsoenomel · 1 year
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Go to Pieces (Dean Winchester x Reader fluff/angst-ish)
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Request by @katsukisimpsblog​  : Ok, so my request is Dean and y/n are on a hunt, reader gets hurt badly and dean panics, bringing reader to hospital only to find out she/he/they are in a coma and he blames himself, not leaving readers side till he/she/they wake up. Reader finally does and dean starts to cry and reader comforts him and they both cuddle and have a movie night at the bunker after reader is released from the hospital
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: severe brain injury, coma, broken bones
Word count: 2600ish
Note: This one was hard to write ngl. I wanted to be as medically correct as possible. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
“Is she going to wake up?” 
“She will, but it will take time. She has several broken bones and fractures which we took care of but we had to remove a part of her skull to reduce the brain swelling and put her in an medically induced coma.”
“Wait, what, a coma? Why?”
“Standard procedure for these kinds of brain injuries. She was lucky she didn’t die from brain hemorrhage. We will monitor her for the next couple of weeks until we see improvement and do another surgery to replace the missing part with her original bone. For now there’s nothing we can do until the swelling goes down.” 
“Thank you Doc.”
Brain injury. 
Brain hemorrhage.
Coma.
These were the words Dean was able to process.  
She was lucky.
“Damn it (Y/N).” He whispered under his breath before coming into your room. You were surrounded with machines, to monitor your vitals, and connected to God knows how many tubes and cables. He sat next to your bed, not knowing what to say or do. The sheer thought of losing you made him want to crawl out of his skin. You were in a pretty bad shape and he couldn’t fix it. Your head was wrapped in what it seemed to be a white gauze, a tube in your throat pumping oxygen to your lungs. The monitor showed a steady and normal heartbeat.  
“How is she?” Dean turned around only to see Sam closing the door. 
“Bad.” Was the word that left his lips and even saying it didn’t seem real to him. “They put her in a coma and removed a piece of her skull to help with the brain swelling.”
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It was an accident. The hunt for a nest of vampires in Lincoln, Nebraska didn’t go as planned, because you found out far too late, vampires weren’t killing people, demons were. Two nasty ones. They were hiding in plain sight in an old abandoned house killing whoever they could get their hands on for shits and giggles. When you finally confronted them and realized what was going on they were already two steps ahead of you. It was a trap, they were expecting you and were quite excited for their next kill. Sam and Dean were pushed against the wall not being able to move while you were tossed out of the window like a ragdoll, falling two- stories below on grass. Thank God it wasn’t concrete or you would be dead by now. 
The Winchesters managed to kill the demons when Sam stabbed one as he got closer to him, but were left panicking when they found you unconscious outside. You were still breathing, but barely, so they rushed you to the nearest hospital where they performed an emergency surgery. You were left with a swollen brain, broken right arm and part of your hip bone which doctors took care of right away, now all that was left was your brain to recover. 
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One week later, no major changes. Dean’s nights became sleepless, not wanting to leave your side, even after visiting hours were over, while Sam had to go back to Kansas because something strange was happening in Lebanon. 
“Tell me when she wakes up.” Sam told his brother as he opened the room door. 
“You mean if she wakes up, Sam!” Dean corrected him.
“She will.” Sam said and tossed him the keys of Dean’s beloved Baby. “ Here! You know how much she likes riding in that car with you.”
“What about you?”
“Will steal one.” Sam simply said and left. 
You loved riding in Baby. Dean would occasionally calm his tits and let you drive his beloved car, making you the happiest girl in the word. He would take you to long drives when you couldn't sleep, let you pick the music for trips, overall dates with Baby were your favorite.
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Dean was angry with himself. He always had a desperate need to protect you, to make sure you were safe and out of trouble, but you didn’t want to listen. You had been a hunter for years before you met the Winchesters but Dean didn’t want to hear it. He would always nag how it would be too dangerous, how you should stay and do research and so on... You would always argue over the same thing over and over again, only now he couldn't lecture you, instead he could just be by your side and hope you would get better.
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Week two, minor improvement. A beak of hope. Doctor told Dean everything was stable and the swelling went down a bit which was good but not good enough. Dean was still on the edge, not being able to sleep, drowning himself in alcohol and trying not to think about the possibility of losing you. It was eating him alive. He never said it but the love he had for you was stronger than anything else he had ever felt before. Sure he had flings, relationships, but nothing compared with what he had with you. Safety and love was what he craved the most and you gave him just that. He trusted you on a level he trusted Sam, with his life.
His days went by slow. He would spend every waking hour in your room until the visiting hours were over, go to his motel room, drink until he couldn't think anymore and sleep for minimum amount of hours. The same pattern on a loop...
Two more weeks passed in haze until he heard some great news: “Swelling went down dramatically, she is ready to have the surgery.” 
A big wave of relief took over his whole body, feeling like he just lost 100 pounds. He texted Sam right away telling him the great news as he patiently waited for you to get out of surgery. He was pacing around in the hallway for hours, eating all the snakes he could from the vending machine, not sitting in the same chair for too long, going in and out of the hospital to get some fresh air every hour, just to prevent himself from overthinking. He would never let other people in on what was going on in his brain, not even Sam sometimes. Sometimes it was easier for him to process things on his own. 
After God knows how many hours the same doctor came out of the operating room to tell him everything went well and you were stable. When he came to your room the same sight was in front of his eyes: you, tubes, cables but without a tube in your throat. Instead you just had a nasal cannula. 
“When will she wake up?”
“When anesthesia wears off, couple of hours.”
“Thank you so much Doc.”
“Welcome! And Dean, take care of her. She will need your support for the next six months until the bones are healed and everything goes back to normal. She will also need physical therapy later in the recovery.”  
“Roger that.” He didn’t say it but Dean thought how lucky you were to get such a kind and carrying doctor taking care of you. He would ask him every day how he is holding even sometimes would bring him something to eat. A true rarity among humans.
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At one point he fell asleep in the chair placed right next to your bed but was woken up shortly after by the sound of you coughing. 
“(Y/N)?” Dean slowly opened his eyes trying to process what was going on. He thought he was dreaming about you waking up until his brain finally realized...
You were finally awake, feeling like you have been hit by a truck. Every inch of your body felt heavy, like it wasn’t yours. Your right arm was in a cast and your head felt strange. You touched the right side of your head only to feel gauze wrapped all over. 
“Water, please.” You whispered. Your voice was hoarse, throat dryer than a desert, lips chopped but your heart was still beating. You were alive.
Dean immediately gave you his bottle of water, gently tilting it towards your lips as you took few sips feeling like you could talk again. 
“How are you feeling?” Dean asked you. 
“Like shit.” You answered as your gaze went straight to his face. “And you look like shit too.” You added making him chuckle.  
“I know.” 
“What happened?” 
“They threw you out of the window.”
“Did you...?”
“Took care of it, yeah.” 
“Well falling out of a window is a first for me.” Your body may have been in a bad shape, but your humor was intact. Even in darkest situations you would  crack jokes just to ease your mind. But jokes aside this was your first time getting seriously hurt on a hunt.
Dean, without saying anything, took your hand and placed a gentle kiss. His face said gratitude but eyes slowly started to fill with tears. 
“I thought I lost you.” He whispered. “Thank God you are here.” 
You moved as much as you could making a room for another person on your bed. “C’mere you...”
Not wanting to hurt you Dean laid on the other half of the bed, only his head on your left shoulder. Taking your left hand and intertwining his fingers with yours he couldn’t stop himself from letting it all out. You could hear his sniffles as your grip became stronger. “Hey, I’m here Dean. I’m not going anywhere okay?”
“I know. Crap...The last few weeks have been hell.”
“Few weeks?”
“You were in a coma (Y/N). Brain injury almost took you out.”
“God damn.” 
“Yeah...” 
“So I will have a cool scar on my head.”
“My badass gal.” He smiled. 
“You know it, handsome.” 
***
A week after you woke up, you were finally released. Doctor told you for the next six mounts you shall be a couch potato: no hunting, no heavy lifting, no working out, no nothing.  After six months you will be able to take off the cast and later have physical therapy. Your skull almost completely healed and you were left with a huge scar on your right side of your head. You were given strict instructions and were told to take it easy, which is going to be very fucking difficult for you since you were kinda an adrenaline junkie. 
“Where is Sam?” You asked while Dean was pushing your wheelchair through the main hospital hallway. 
“He had to take care of a Casper not so friendly ghost back home.” 
***
The ride was peaceful. Dean let you play your favorite songs, which coincidentally were his favorite songs: Nothing else matters by Metallica, Night Moves by Bob Seger and anything by Led Zeppelin basically. You were jamming together, singing your heart out and even stopped to eat burgers on your way home. 
“Fuck, I missed food.” You stuffed your face with that burger and ate it all in the matter of minutes. 
“Damn (Y/N)! Don’t choke!” 
“Shhh give me a break Dean I almost died!”
Hours became minutes and in a heartbeat you were finally where you were supposed to be, HOME.
Sam greeted you with a warm, yet gentle hug, not wanting to hurt you. You could walk but only slow and limited amount of baby steps because of your hip.
“Did you take care of the ghost, Sam?” Dean asked, helping you sit on the couch. 
“Yeah, burned the bones and all.” 
“Awesome!”
For the next hour or so, you spent with both brothers reminiscing on past events. You didn’t remember much, after you entered the house the trail of memory disappears and you were left with a huge black hole.  After telling you what kind of injuries you sustained you were just glad you were alive.
Sam confessed he didn’t get much sleep while you were in the hospital, so he left shortly after drinking one beer to finally get some proper rest. It was almost 9pm and he was an early bird, unlike you and Dean. 
“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked him as you managed to stand up by yourself. The hip hurt like a bitch. 
“Whoa take it easy!" His reflexes immediately kicked in and he took your hand to make sure you were not going to fall. "Our room?"
"Yes please I have to lie down."
He wrapped his arm around your waist standing on your right side, letting you rest your broken arm on his shoulders but also giving you balance to walk slowly towards the room you shared.
He helped you sit down and took of your boots right after. You were too embarrassed to ask, but you had no choice. This was going to be your life for the next six months so might as well get used to it. You were in a desperate need of a shower. You felt gross.
"Dean..." You started feeling like you were on pins and needles, struggling to express what you really felt. It was like your brain was blocking your mouth from speaking and vocal cords vibrating. You were not used to asking someone for help, hell, you would avoided like a plague. Extreme independence was your trauma response, you were fully aware of it, but couldn't fix it. It simply felt unnatural to ask.
"Huh?"
"Um.... I need help." You started.
"Shower?" He read your mind.
"Would that be weird?" You asked with an awkward grin on your face.
"Sweetheart we shower together all the time..."
"I know but I feel useless." You admitted. "You have to help me...you know..."
"(N/Y) you almost died! Can you zip it and let me help you shower?"
"Fair enough."
Dean helped you take off your clothes before taking his own. Since your arm was in a cast you couldn't wash it or get it wet so you sticked it out of the shower while Dean was soaping you up. It was a very intimate moment. Usually when you would shower together, sex would follow, because you couldn't keep your hands from each other, but now it was different. It was more intimate than sex. You cheeks would turn light pink every time he would touch your skin, sending shivers from the back of your head straight to your spine. He was gentle, especially because you were covered in bruises, few from surgeries and few from the fall, still present after all this time. You were healing but slowly. The scar from your surgery was still sensitive, so he avoided it when soaping up your hair and washing it with warm water.
"Thank you." Your palm cupped his wet cheek placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm guessing no sex in the shower?" You joked, already knowing the answer.
"As much as I love seeing you wet, no."
"Fine." You said sticking your tongue out.
After the shower you both put on PJ's and went under the blanket you shared. Feeling clean and finally comfortable in your own bed with the man you loved the most, was what life was all about.
Dean turned on his laptop and placed it on his stomach.
"What are we going to watch?"
"Hmmm continue Lord of the Rings?" He asked.
"We're going to fall asleep again." You said as you snuggled up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Yeah but you've never seen Lord of the rings. Now THAT'S a real crime."
In the end you decided to watch Two Towers and he was right. You ended up falling asleep during the second hour of the movie.
"I love you." He whispered at one point not knowing if you could hear him. That was the first time he said it out loud.
"I love you too. " You mumbled back as you dozed off completely.
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tiyoin · 1 year
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goldilocks reader
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I’m your host, Tiyoin and welcome back to everyone’s favorite game show!
HOW DID Y/N BECOME AN ORPHAN
👏👏👏👏👏
is it;
A. Missing child
B. You’re parents died in horrific accident
C. They abandoned you in the woods
or D. and my personal favorite WAS IT A HORRIFIC FAMILY CAMPING TRIP GONE WRONG!
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I mean it could really be any of those cause the reason changes with every joke 🤷🏻
You started living with the bears when they found you in their summer home, a cozy little log cabin on the banks of some lake somewhere in the Kingdom of Roses.
Bowls on the floor, chairs flipped over, with all the chaos they expected a large, scary beastman to be the culprit
Yet the bears were quite baffled, to find some scrawny 4 year old sleeping soundly in the youngest bear’s bed.
Like how did a 4 year old caused $3,000 in damages????
Of course, they decided it would be better if you stayed with them while the police investigated everything. The cuts, bruises and ticks that littered your body softened their little hearts like butter.
Not Koda though, oh no, he was the only one who saw past that quivering lip and bloodshot eyes act.
He was suspicious 🫵😳
Making some radical theories on how convenient it was that it was their cabin they were literally just about to use. How it was his bed, his toys, his clothes you had mainly tampered with… suspicious 👁️👁️
It was like you were… trying to replace him 🤨😮
“They're’ a disheveled orphan! Not some criminal mastermind!” Mama smacked him.
With the police investigation turning sour, they decided that it was time for their darling son to have a sibling (which saved mama bear the pains of childbirth. So it was killing two birds with one stone! 😝)
Though Koda was less than excited with getting the attention rudely snatched away from him by some bed stealing orphan.
Obviously, you were not a beast man :), and unfortunately for you, your new family were a bunch of…🐻🐻🐻
it did take a while for you to get used to the… larg furniture. Yes, as a child everyone was short, but even now, as a teenager you're still having to climb counters, use stepping stools to even reach the first shelf of the cabinet. (it wasn’t too bad, but it was higher than the regular households)
It was like a jungle gym- which mama bear really didn’t appreciate.
One time, she caught you hanging off the chandelier in the entry way???? How- How did you get up there???
(Papa had to act as abet to catch you)
They were Grizzly Bear Beastmen, one of the largest land beastmen there were. And as far as they were aware when house hunting, they didn't have a human child in their future plans
Sevens, the height difference is even worse. Since the bears in both the fairytale and movie are Grizzly’s. And as anyone who had a hyper fixation on a certain animal and knows a huge chunk of facts about them. Which, of course, mine were bears) Grizzly’s are the second largest bear species.
So your mom is 6’1, dad 6’6, brother 5’11 (middle school) while you're probably around 5’0-5’5?? … So it's always funny when your family tries to talk to you. At first they were used to just turning their head, maybe even tilting down to talk to each other.
But then you came in like a wrecking ball, causing monthly visits to the chiropractor
So they had a better idea, either picking you up or just texting / calling you. smart right 😼
They always had to watch where they were going, and it didn’t help that you were a quiet child. Like a rabbit who spotted a lazing bear, you were quiet, discreet, hopping to and from places as fast as you could, trying not to make much noise or cause too much trouble.
Though this got much better when you got older, now announcing your presence, or expertly weaving around them. You felt like a fairy in a world of giants. Or like you were exploring the tall red oaks of the forest. (Which you luckily went to over summer holiday!)
Also, lots of kudos to the bears for getting you the trauma therapy you deserve. 👏👏👏👏 (*stares at Crowley*)
Oh yeah, the bears, (legal last name) were filthy rich, owning chains of bake shops around Twisted Wonderland. They owned ‘Bears Bakery’’, a thriving family business in the baked goods industry full of pies, cakes, brownies and many more delicious sugar sweets. Although, everytime you asked about how they turned their small, humble bakery into what it is now…
“All you need to know is that it’s a family business my little cub” Mama bear would always coo, smothering you in affection as Koda smirked, shrugging at you in your peripheral vision.
This meant they could afford high quality, specially made furniture, vacations, special schooling, extra curriculums, and the luxurious clothes they lather you with, (Not matter how many times you tell them you don’t want that many clothes) oh yeah and the food bill…🧍🏻🧍🏻
Oh my. That’s another thing. They’re bear beastmen and professional pastry chefs. And if you thought they were only good at baking sweets, then you are horribly wrong. Your kitchen is a chef's wet dream. You had the best of the best in fresh produce, personally inspected eggs, the finest grade A meats, and a spice rack personally filled by some rich people because of some business deal.
So it’d be kinda hard not learned how to cook in a family full of cooks
Now for the moment you're all here- nrc!
You were utterly perplexed on why you were selected to attend. Like yeah, your father was an alumni, you went to prestigious private schools, have a rich influential family and are excelling in your hobbies. But like, you didn’t have a dick?? You were 100% positive you were gonna be accepted to Siren’s Cove, some cliffside girls school that overlooked the beautiful wasters of the Coral Sea
But I mean, this was better than nothing?
Your brother Koda was a grade older than you and was ‘so excited to show you the ropes!” (Mom made him)
And having that close ‘brother sister’ dynamic people already knew who you were. Koda was always groaning about his ‘demonic sibling’, how they were going to wreak havoc upon NRC.
Having Mr.Koda (Now 6’0 and currently 200 lbs)
Cause how did the Koda, all 6 feet 200 pound muscular (yet a little chubby cause mama bear is a baker) get a scratch from his sibling?? When asked how you looked after the fight Koda grumbled something about ‘not hitting you’ because of moral bullshit. (Ruggie caught the red tint on his cheeks as he looked away)
So expect some savanaclaw students to avoid you like the plague, or be strangely civil with you once you get into NRC.
Oh, you thought you’d be in Savanaclaw just because you were a beast man? oh no. no no no no no. No.
You’re in Heartsbyul! I think that’d be absolutely hilarious cause I mean. That already gives you an entry into the first year squad, and you get to fan the flames of your rivials to lovers relationship with a one Mr.Trey Clover.
Sighs dreamily 😻🫶
You definitely have a schitck about things being ‘just right.’ Sorry. It’s a given.
The classroom is either too hot, too cold, or just right. Sebek’s screaming is either too loud, too quiet (I dunno dawg) or just right, Riddle’s mad face is either too red, not red enough or just right. That guys is either too hot, too ugly or just dreamy enough so you don’t seem delusional.
Actually, wait, that's such a cute unique spell idea omg. “Just Right” where the conditions of something are just right. Like today’s weather, your outfit, conditions where you can land a nasty punch (Which explains Koda’s bruised and battered arms)
Speaking of hotties, if there’s someone who likes you- wish them well in hell cause there's no way Koda is letting you get a boyfriend. It’s even laughable that you think you’ll ever date.
You’ve tried complaining to mama and papa bear but they literally only encourage him. Telling him not to let any filthy boy near their darling cub
They’re just looking out for you sweets. cause if he doesn't have a trust fund or polished shoes, he ain’t worth it ✋🙄
My sevens do you have an appetite 😦 I mean, yeah. You come from a family of bear beastmen who own a massive baked goods enterprise. There’s no way in hell you're
1. Not at least a bit chubby
or
2. Muscular. Cause beating up Koda takes a lot of time and a lot of effort
That is all in my professional opinion (No I don’t own a mass baked good enterprise) but I do, however play sports and have a rather a slightly above average appetite and I’m shredded 🤭
And of course, you have gone rogue every once in a while, your poor tum tum grumbling in pain, tossing n’ turning in agony. :( so of course- you steal some food! May it be Riddle’s tart, someone’s lunch, and even free food Ruggie was about to snatch up, but unfortunately, you got to first.
I think Sebek's the one with the massive appetite? well, doesn’t matter cause y’all are having competitions. Not that you’re always a willing competitor. But with the way Sebek’s usually glaring at you across the table as you’re just trying to enjoy your food-
How are you supposed to let that disrespect slide??🤨🤨
You weren’t.
You’re the winner. every time. Usually you stop mid bite, shoot out of your chair and loudly whisper, ‘Malleus!’, which of course gets Sebek’s undivided attention and he immediately stands at attention looking like an idiot as you’re happily munching on your food.
I like the imagine a meter going down of labeled ‘Respect for Y/N’ everytime you pull that stunt
OH YEAH- you wrestle. You're already so good at it so why not actually wrestle? I can just imagine Epel helping you practice, already used to wrangling things in and all that junk (Deuce wants to help but he feels like that's not something a model student would do)
Speaking of Epel- definitely tries to get into business with you. I mean, if hes your families main apple supplier, than his family is set for life
So on more than one occasion you can see him trying to use a sales pitch on you
Besides that, there’s one more thing I’d like to mention
The bake off
dun dunnnn
Every unbirthday party (and birthday boy that requests it) you and Trey have bake off’s. whether it be baking cakes, macarons, tiramisu, you guys fight tooth and nail to create the best dessert for the birthday boy / Riddle to judge
Of course they’re put in metal dishes with lids over them, and brought out by dorm members so no one knows whose dish is whose until the winner is revealed
It’s pretty close every time
One time, a birthday boy got so stressed over which was better he had a nervous breakdown. I mean, they’re sweets practically made by professionals! Wdym they’re supposed to taste different when they both have that same, delicious texture that creamy tang-
So there’s been more ties than wins/loses
Of course, Azul Ashengrotto, the business deal hound has also approached you- numerous times.
He thought you’d be easier than your brother to cooperate with, making some kind of deal to personally improve the lounges pastries quality.. 😸
😸😺😸😺
Does… Does he think you’re that dumb??? Does he think you don’t talk to your brother??? That you don’t know who he is???
Especially the twins, you’ve heard all about them from your brother- which made it all the more hilarious when you said ‘no’ to Azul.
I mean, it wasn’t your business to hand out, and yes, you could talk to your parents about it but that would go into legality issues.
Over all, too much work yawn 🥱
Azul : It would be most beneficial-
You : 🥱 sorry not interested 🥱
you give him brain aneurysms
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i've been thinking of writing a stardew valley au of the magnus archives with martin as the farmer and jon as some misanthrope researcher living maybe on a flat above the library instead of gunther (perhaps he's researching the strange monsters that appear in the mines and you don't see nearly anywhere else in the world...)
if i were to write it, i think it would be fun to replace canon sdv characters with tma characters, wouldn't it? maybe sasha as maru, perhaps renting a room in the house in the mountains from robin (assuming i don't change her for, say, gertrude? eric and gerry could be there as well. perhaps the house is gertrude's but eric is her assistant– or her son and gerry her actual grandson– and has taken over some of the manual work with her aging, and gerry as sebastian?)
perhaps helen and michael could be there instead of emily and haley? trevor and daisy (julia is in a band now. good for her.) could run the adventurer's guild and daisy could be in shane's place (see: recovering from addiction/unhealthy habits as a parallel to the hunt) perhaps she'd be physically disabled in some way, that would be an explanation as to why the mines are not purged from monsters overnight (can you tell i love daisy)?? basira could be in marnie's place and helping daisy recover while she recovers herself? :)
tim and danny as sam and vincent, with danny as an older vincent but younger than canon danny, perhaps?? waiting for their father or mother or both to return from the war with the gotoro empire? (maybe he had always lived there, moved to a bigger city for a while and returned when the war started. maybe he, sasha and jon are working for the same long-term monster researching project. wouldn't it be nice if martin just came bumbling around one day and drastically started indirectly improving their research productivity with his sdv farmer endeavors?? the four of them engaging in shenanigans?? think about it.)
georgie could be kind of like sandy/visit from time to time from the city, make it a jon heart event first and then a melanie one. melanie could be an aggressive version of leah ("youtuber lives in charming yet spooky town in a cabin in the woods, has a successful channel and a podcast girlfriend. good for her.")
there would be different heart events suiting more the canon characters (maybe sasha's 8-heart could be her venting about how she moved to pelican town because someone tried to kill her and steal her identity, tim's about how a circus kidnapped his little brother as a kid like in that one statement, etc. and i'm vibrating like i'll break glass jusr by thinking of what to do with jon.)
at some point jon is sent by elias to the "my ex-husband took the furniture" quest and martin tags along for the fun of it.
i don't know what to do with harvey because he's my husband and i love him and i don't want him gone but i'll think about it. after all, i'm still missing caroline, pierre and abigail (although they could pretty well be mikaele salesa running the store with annabelle working and living there.) perhaps naomi herne should suit the harvey role?? she's peaceful enough to not make me angry for not getting to have my dearest harvey right there. she'd be a doctor, obviously, and perhaps michael could work with her as a part-time nurse? she's waiting for her husband to return from the war (evan herne was sent to the army by his family for abandoning the lukas jojamart family business and marrying naomi, but he'll come back, fear not.)
diego molina and agnes montague as pam and penny doesn't sound bad, and i'm seriously considering having elias be both lewis and the wizard. for the fun of it? perhaps everyone but jon (and later martin) wonders who the wizard is- he calls himself the wizard j. magnus because he's a pretentious bastard. (jon has been set in a position where if he reveals this he gets turned into a plant or something) and he's also the mayor of the town (his legal name is very much elias bouchard.) also, instead of the affair with marnie he has an affair with morris the jojamart guy (peter lukas.)
george, evelyn and alex could be replaced by julia and trevor– they could be softer, less hunt but still recovering from the same thing as daisy– and julia could have a petty feud with jon because, before she knew she was a lesbian, she fancied gerry and gerry used jon as an escape tactic. nothing came of it between gerry and jon but the incident stayed and it was very funny to everyone else.
jude perry could fit clint (and keep on her incel pining over agnes, have a petty feud with jon, because she burned his hand "accidentally" and also because jon is very good at creating petty feuds with people. martin and i both love that man), and krobus and the dwarf could stay like that, etc. and perhaps jas could be daisy's goddaughter that she's struggling to raise (it could be an event, her realising that she needs to pull herself together and stop letting basira raise her alone, just paying half the bills won't cut it– maybe they weren't even together before this and a year or two after her starting the path towards recovery they get together??)
perhaps for willy we could put oliver banks and mike crew there?? local lightning-scarred man is entranced by the vastness of the sea (+his goth not-yet-partner). local hot goth fisherman is so done with everything and just wants peace with the dead quiet of the sea (he rants about death to martin as a heart event, fight me). they should also be a little bit older, to balance the age range of people in town and also because yes.
also jojamart. i think it shoudl stay jojamart because i need someone to make a jmart pun somewhere.
if i should set elias as the wizard/lewis, peter lukas as morris jojamart, who could simon fairchild be?gus, maybe? god knows he's funny enough to be the owner of a saloon. it's funny to imagine his banter with helen while working busy nights there (helen i love you why does the fandom only care about michael.)
i don't know who else i could switch off but if anyone has any ideas both the comment section and my ask box are open :)
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So.
I've seen people compare Hook killing his father, Brennan, to the EQ killing her own dad, Henry 1.
Which, yeah, technically it is the same thing on surface level but I feel like people ignore the circumstances.
EQ apologists will claim that EQ murdering Henry was his own fault because he allowed her to be abused her entire life (which... While I would argue Cora is abusive, I don't really agree with because the man himself never abused Regina and even tried to advocate for her from what I remember) and because he owed it to her so she could be happy.
They then say she made up for it by naming her kid after him (which awww sweet, naming your kid after someone you MURDERED. Isn't that such a nice way to make up for what you did?).
They say his afterlife was too good for him/was given by Regina and he should be thankful he didn't get worse when he was a 'shitty' dad.
But they then turn around and go:
Oh Hook is a MONSTER because he murdered his own FATHER.
They point to the flashbacks in a swan song, ignoring the part where he abandoned them. Saying him lighting the lantern means that he was a good dad and him abandoning them couldn't be helped.
They say his actions didn't parentify Liam 1. They say he was sorry because he named his 3rd son after his first and that should have been enough.
That Hook was an asshole who orphaned his half brother out of jealousy and showed no remorse, ignoring the fact they eventually made up.
I just... don't see how?
The number one thing with Regina apologists is that they HAVE to make Regina into the biggest victim so that they can justify their love and defense of her indefensible crimes. In short, Regina Apologists are the biggest double standard hypocritical losers I’ve ever seen.
They have to insert their head canons about Regina’s childhood, demonize Henry Sr and then lie about Killian’s father, Brennan’s and Killian’s motives, ignore canon instances of Killian’s remorse just to lift up their tyrant queen.
They then come up with these ridiculous reasons to absolve Regina and Brennan of their crimes while ignoring the fact that if we use their logic, Killian should also be absolved of his (if they’d accept canon fact of Killian’s remorse). No, naming a child after your victim doesn’t absolve you of crimes. What good does that do anyone but Regina or Brennan? It doesn’t. The naming was solely for their own benefit.
How is replacing your first born making up for abandoning your children into slavery? Oh and if they say Brennan didn’t have any choice then why does he need to make up for anything? Can’t have it both ways peeps! No, Brennan naming his third son Liam doesn’t mean he is sorry it just means he’s giving himself a second chance and assuaging his own guilt just as Regina did with Henry Jr.
How about the truth: Villain Regina and villain Killian were both monsters for killing their respective fathers? Why can’t we leave it at that? But sure if they want to play the game of which one is worse, well, I have bad news for them. Regina was.
1. Regina murdered an innocent man. Killian killed his scumbag fugitive father.
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Henry Sr was a loving doting father that stood behind Regina no matter what she did. No, Henry Sr did not “allow” Regina to be abused her entire life
Anon is absolutely right when they say Henry Sr did try to advocate for Regina and did his best to stand up to Cora (1x18). Besides. What did they want him to do? She was a powerful dark magic user that could kill him with a snap of her fingers.
I find it interesting that Regina Apologists use the excuse that Regina fixated her revenge on Snow and not Cora because she was afraid of her powerful mother. Like ya wanna think about this for a second, RAs? If you claim that Regina was so afraid of her mother her entire life (even tho she snooped in her desk with no fear etc etc) then do you all think maybe her dad might have been too? What could Henry Sr have done against a powerful wife? He had no powers himself. So if he was scared of Cora, he put Regina before his own fears and stayed for Regina’s sake. He never abandoned her to face Cora alone because no matter what happened at least he could be there for his daughter? Just a food for thought there.
Bottom line was, Henry Sr never abused Regina but he was always there for her, no matter what atrocity she committed, even while she was killing him. So no, adult Regina being abused by her mother over who she marries does not justify murdering the father who loved and supported her and it sure as hell doesn’t justify murdering him so she can get a happy ending and curse an entire kingdom to a life of misery.
It’s like Regina Apologists can’t think past her heaving cleavage.
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Brennan did abandon his kids to slavery and to suggest otherwise is a lie. No, him naming his 3rd son Liam doesn’t make up for his abuse
He may have left a lantern on but that means jack crap the moment he abandoned his children to save his own skin. He had a choice. His choice was to die protecting them or at the least ensuring their own escape at his expense. But he chose to save himself and left his sons to face an unimaginable fate without him. Escaping your crimes and leaving your children to face your consequences is most certainly child abuse, neglect and abandonment.
And just so we are clear: Killian’s feeling of betrayal doesn’t justify leaving his half-brother an orphan. But which crime is more understandable? I can sympathize a lot more with the pain Killian felt in the face of his father’s betrayal than I can with Regina murdering a man so she can destroy the lives of an entire kingdom.
2. Regina committed her crime to destroy the lives of an entire kingdom. Killian’s crime effected three people.
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Regina committed cold-blooded premeditated murder of an innocent man for the sole purpose of ruining the lives of an entire kingdom. Her goal was to punish Snow for a crime she didn't even commit! The only person that Regina was taking into consideration here was herself.
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Killian wasn’t even going to go through with Regina’s test of killing Brennan, a crook and a child abuser, until he learned his half-brother’s name. It became a heat of the moment crime. A crime that only effected three people: himself, his scumbag father and his half-brother.
"You named your boy Liam. After my brother, after the son… you abandoned. Was he really that easy to replace? I saw what you said to him in there! It's the same thing you said to me! It was a lie then, and it's a lie now! … you would leave me." - past Hook 5x11
And despite what Regina Apologists say, Killian didn’t kill Brennan out of jealousy. To frame this as simple as jealousy diminishes the gravity of the situation here and Killian's pain. Put yourself in Killian's shoes for a moment.
You can think Brennan is telling the truth in this scene but I don't blame Killian for not believing him. The man callously left his sons to be enslaved, an act that eventually led to his beloved brother’s death, and here he finds out that his father has simply replaced his brother with a new son. When faced with this, Killian's walls go back up.
Brennan naming his son Liam was not an apology. It was to assuage his own guilt and give himself a second chance. Brennan claims he was honoring Liam 1, and maybe he thought he was, but it doesn't mean that Liam 2 wasn't a replacement for the sons he abandoned.
Lastly, it's a lie to say Killian never showed remorse.
The fact that he made Regina swear never to speak of this shows how immensely guilty and wrecked Killian was over this.
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He was also willing to die for Liam 2. Even in the past, he wanted to help his brother turn from the path he was on and not make the same bad choices he'd made. If Henry hadn't returned, Killian was ready to let Liam have his vengeance.
So I have some questions for the Regina Apologists:
If Henry Sr is a shitty father and doesn’t deserve an afterlife for not being able to protect his adult child from his powerful wife, then what does Regina deserve for emotionally abusing the son she illegally adopted and putting her curse and her happiness before his welfare? And yes, she abused Henry. Yes, she is to blame for how she treated him. This isn’t up for debate.
How is naming a child after your victim showing remorse and making up for the act? but Killian Jones can’t be forgiven when he actually expresses remorse and was willing to die for his half-brother and made peace with Liam (as Anonymous pointed out in the ask)?
if being a coward that didn’t stand up to someone more powerful means you don’t deserve happiness in the afterlife then what should murdering, raping and abusing children get you? Yeah, Regina did that.
So please answer the question Regina Apologists!
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I was inspired to write some insecure Billy and Steve afraid that the other would leave so here you go!
Billy’s just so used to being left behind or abandoned that he expects it which is why it’s odd for him that Steve sometimes looks at Billy as if he’s the one who’ll be leaving. Sometimes, Steve gets into these moods where he just pulls Billy into his arms and drags them either to the couch or their bed, clinging onto the blond so tightly almost as if he was begging the blond not to go.
Billy was bewildered because, if anything, it should be Steve who should want to go. Billy was a mess, even before this whole thing with the Mindflayer and that just made it all so much worse. Before, Billy could hide behind muscles and charisma and now, he was a shell of his former self, spooked at the weirdest things and incapable of looking at himself in the mirror.
It had been a wonder for Billy to wake up in a hospital bed, with Steve’s hand tightly gripping his not only because he’d thought he was going to die when he faced that monster but because he’d thought Steve had replaced him with Robin before he found out that Robin was a lesbian. Billy had fought, not only for his sister and her friends but also to protect Steve because he didn’t ever want to hurt Steve again after that awful night at the Byers where his paternal trauma was triggered.
When Billy had woken up, it was Steve’s hand that kept him grounded. It was Steve’s stories that filled his day. It was Steve’s presence that made him want to keep living so it didn’t make any sense why Steve would even worry about Billy leaving. Didn’t he know that Billy was sure thing for him but that he was too good for Billy?
Not only did Steve open up his heart and also his home to Billy but the brunet had taken care of him, dealt with him through the ups and downs of his recovery. Even through the moments he’d wished he’d died, Steve had been his rock keeping him grounded. Sure, Billy was recovered now according to the hospital but he could never go back to being the same person he used to be.
Billy hadn’t even been able to get behind the wheel of his baby yet. It had been fully restored months ago, just waiting for him to make the engine purr but even just being inside the car stirred up memories of the monster that controlled him and he hasn’t been able to get himself to move past it, relying on Steve mostly for rides if not walking to build up the stamina he’s lost. He could never stay out too late or go anywhere near Brimborn or the Holloway’s house. It brought up bad memories and sent him spiralling.
Even the thought of touching a person had reviled him for a long time after waking up, with Steve and El being the only ones he didn’t hate touching. Max was the first one he forced himself to familiarize with again, after promising his little sister that he would take this second chance to be a better brother. He’d eventually forced himself to do the same to Max’s friends and Susan since he didn’t want anything to do with the Billy who killed dozens of innocent people and he wanted to at least try to be someone Steve deserved.
Steve often told him that he was surprised by how insecure Billy really was and how amazing he was to have recovered so quickly but Billy didn’t really think he was all that amazing. If he was, he wouldn’t have killed all of those innocent people. He wouldn’t have had his father killed after the government scientists realized Neil was abusive and therefore, a threat to extinguish in order to keep their new subject. If he was as amazing as Steve thought he was, there might even still be a chance he deserved Steve.
The truth however, would always hurt. Billy didn’t deserve Steve. Steve deserved happiness. Steve deserved love. Steve deserved everything good in the world and there was absolutely no was Billy could ever give that to him, even before he became the wreck he was today. Steve deserved someone whole who could give him the big family he’s always wanted and someone he truly loved. Steve deserved better than him and while Nancy Wheeler wasn’t all that better because she cheated on Steve, Steve loves her and Steve deserves the opportunity to love who he really wants without the baggage of Billy.
That was why Billy had jumped on Mrs. Byer’s offer to take him with them when they moved to California. It would allow Steve to pursue the person he really wants while giving Billy enough space to lick his wounds. It wasn’t Billy leaving Steve. It was Billy giving Steve the chance to be happy and that’s why he didn’t get why this argument was even taking place.
“You’re going with the Byers to California? Why, Billy? I thought you were happy here.”
“I am!”
“Then why are you leaving?”
Billy wanted to lie and make up some excuse about him needing space or sunlight to recover but he couldn’t do that, not to Steve.
“Because you’re not happy with me here.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, baby?”
“You didn’t think I’d notice? Stevie, you only really ever smile and laugh around your friends. You make jokes with them and you play around and you get to be a teenager with them. The minute you’re with me, you’re stuck taking care of me.”
“Because I want to, baby. Don’t you realize that?”
Steve tried to reach out but Billy only moved further away. Billy scoffed.
“You’re just saying that. Look, Steve, you deserve to be happy and I think you’d be happier without me here.”
“What? That’s complete and utter bullshit.”
“No, it’s not. I’m a mess, Stevie. I’m a shell of my former self. I weigh probably 140 pounds soaking wet, I’m covered with scars and I get triggered by the simplest things. I’m dead weight, extra baggage. I didn’t deserve you back then and I definitely don’t deserve you now. You deserve someone who’ll make you happy.”
“And that’s you, baby.”
“Don’t lie to me. Everyone and their mother knows that it’s Nancy.”
“Nancy? Where the hell did you get that from?”
“I saw you and her the other day and I know she’s the first person you ever loved. She can give you the big family you want and don’t even try to tell me that you don’t want that. With me gone, you can get her back and be happy.”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before he took Billy’s hands in his.
“Fuck, darling, you’ve got it all wrong, okay? Nancy wanted to meet up because she wanted to say goodbye. She’s going with the Byers too since she got into the same college as Jonathan. And as for the big family, yes I won’t lie, I do want that but the 6 shitheads we’re usually in charge of are more than enough for me right now. I do want to eventually adopt some kids or even have some of my own but I can do that with you.”
“But you don’t have to!”
“Why not, sweetheart? I want to do it with you.”
“I don’t deserve you, Steve.”
“Stop trying to tell me what I deserve. Why are you trying so hard to leave me?”
Billy couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
“Because I don’t want you to regret me. I don’t want you to waste the next how many years taking care of me and eventually getting sick of me before you finally realize you deserve better than me.”
I don’t want you to leave me like my mother did.
“Fuck, baby, if anything, you deserve better than me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”
“I lied to you and hit you first that night. Everything could have probably been avoided had I told you the truth earlier. Our fight, your posession, everything. It’s all my fault for not telling you. Hell, I was the one who wanted to keep us a secret from everyone until you were possessed by the Mindflayer and that’s why I didn’t know what was happening until I saw you at the mall. You deserve better than my fuck ups.”
It was Billy’s turn to hold Steve’s hands in his.
“Fuck, Stevie, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know about my dad back then and we don’t know if my knowing would have changed anything. You were the only reason I bothered to live when I woke up. Every single part of me hurt but the look of relief on your face kept me motivated to keep going because I wanted to keep seeing you even if it would be the last time. You take care of me better than I take care of myself and you’re so patient and understanding with me. It’s not your fault, babe. I didn’t even know you blamed yourself for this, Stevie. It’s not your fault.”
“If you say so. Y-You do know I didn’t date you out of some misplaced sense of guilt, right? I’m here because I want to be, because I love waking up in the morning holding you. I love messing around in the kitchen with you. I love being able to take care of you and spoil you the way you deserve. I love you, Billy and I know I don’t say it enough but I love you.”
“I love you too, Stevie.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay?”
Steve looked so hopeful that Billy didn’t have it in him to leave. If Steve wanted him here, Steve would have him. As long as Billy was wanted by Steve, Billy was willing to fight the voices in his head that told him he wasn’t enough.
“I guess so. I’m sorry for trying to leave, Stevie. I promise I didn’t want to. It’s just, I thought you needed me to.”
Steve pulled Billy in for an all encompassing hug and Billy melted into his lover’s embrace.
“Don’t ever try to leave for my sake again. Now you know that I both need and want you in my life and as long as you’re willing to stay, I’m willing to have you here with me.”
Billy couldn’t help himself.
“Even if it means forever?”
“Even if it means forever. You’ve got me whipped, Hargrove and I don’t ever want to be free.”
Billy groaned.
“You’re such a sap, Harrington.”
“Ah, but I’m your sap.”
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I have quite a few hang ups with Come Morning Light, the hunger games au I posted one chapter for back in November and have yet to update.
The first and foremost personal challenge is the fact that I, PCE, a certified Angst Wimp, am gonna have to kill off sooooo many of my faves. Like Hunger Games has some dark ass subject matter, kids forced to kill each other. I’m struggling with that, especially with what I have planned for Craig.
Along that same line, it’s gonna be a HUGE cast of characters, which I’ve had difficulty with in the past, it’s one of the reasons I primarily operate in oneshots. I love a good The Gangs All Here fic, but fleshing out 20+ characters is HARD. Bc a fluffy 2k word oneshot of Stan and Kyle in an awkward meet cute where there’s maybe one other character (usually kenny lmfao I’m a creature of habit) is a WHOLE different animal than a multicharacter multichapter. That’s something I had to figure out recently with TWITR, and character introduction held me up a lot in ATLCTS.
Okay this one may seem really inconsequential to a lot of people, but one thing I didn’t think about when developing this concept was the fact that there’s not really away for me to get around Stan eating meat lmao that’s one thing that over my time writing sp fanfiction has become ESSENTIAL to me characterizing that boy. I’ll probably just have him make a comment about how he could never kill animals himself WHICH BRINGS ME TO:
Kyle as our Katniss character. So if you’re familiar with my bs, every time I write Kyle, he’s inherently less angry until it’s called for, he’s very idealistic in his worldview and it takes something actually really pissing him off for him to snap. This is NOT gonna be the case here!!! This boy is ANGRY BY DEFAULT, the worlds out to get him? fuck the world right back! Plus, the entire story is gonna be from his perspective, bc I love writing Kyle, but it’s gonna take all my willpower not to turn him into my usual empathetic to a fault sweet people loving Kys.
Also, I usually tend to leave the adults mostly out of my stuff, but they’re gonna play quite the role in this. We got Garrison as Haymitch, Big Gay Al as Effie, fuckin Mr Slave as Cinna. I’ve never even WRITTEN the three of them. The dynamics gonna be fun tho.
Ofc there’s the problem of it being an adaptation too. There’s a fine line between just replacing hg characters with sp names and copying the plot, as opposed to making it your own. I do have some plot changes planned, but this is an issue I faced with We’re Gonna Sing It Even So, and that almost led me to abandon that fic when I felt like I was just plagiarizing Hadestown.
Also I’m not planning to adapt more than the first book. I reallllly couldn’t handle Kenny taking out Ike with his trap in the third one.
BUT!!! This won’t be abandoned, it’ll just be slow going!!! Ya wanna know the main reason?
Because the first idea I had for CML (other than Kyle volunteering for his little brother) was STAN AND KYLE IN THE FUCKING CAVE SCENES. A major change is that both of them are already deeply down bad, but those scenes??? Yeah no one’s playing for the cameras. I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena so bad lmfao that boy is my original sp whump muse and NATURALLY Kyle taking care of him I love that shit. Girl we gonna GET that prosthetic leg the movies left out (Ship In A Bottle Stan moment, I love that fic btw) as the Style Injury Dealer, I MUST deliver.
So, yeah, if anyone’s down, I’ll eventually pick it back up lmao.
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The Venture Bros. #47: "Self-Medication" | November 23, 2009 - 12:00AM | S04E06
Season four continues with an episode that is really good!!! Like, one of the better ones for sure. Like, there have only been a couple episodes I’ve felt blah about, and even those aren’t too bad.
In this one: Dr. Venture goes on a boyish adventure with a bunch of other former boy adventurers. They all belong to the same therapy group, which also consists of Action Jonny, two Hardy Boys style guys who clearly murdered their parents and got away with it (ala the Menendez Brothers, who didn’t get away with it), a tubby ex-Wonder Boy, and a cute little robot child. Somebody kills their therapist and they need to go to the local strip club to investigate. 
Meanwhile: Hatred is having withdrawals at the movie theater with Hank and Dean. He’s out of the medicine what makes him not want to touch little boys (sexually), and starts having a panic attack. He abandons his post and locks himself in the panic room. That’s it! That’s the episode! Rusty and a bunch of losers wander around like it’s a Richard Linklater movie and Sgt. Hatred has a mental health crisis. Like, I literally have been sitting here thinking to myself if there was an A story and these were just the B & C stories.
But the thing is: this episode is hilarious and great and I’d put in the pantheon of “very good episodes”. And this episode has Seth Green in it! You’d think I’d be too pissed off at him to not overlook this, but I did! He plays the jockier of the Menendez/Hardy Boys. His brother is played by professional virgin Jon Hodgman. Brendon Small reprises his role of Action Jonny, who is definitely, legally not Jonny Quest. Patton Oswals plays a former Wonder Boy, one that didn’t get murdered by the Monarch (he probably just got fucked by him). This wonder boy is based on the actor who played Robin in the 1940s Batman serials, who grew up to be a middle-aged man with weird hair. The Ro-Boy is a parody of AstroBoy, and he’s voiced by Jackson Publick. He’s famous too, he’s just, you know, the creator of the show and not a guest star. 
Stuff I will mention now: 
I love all the scenes with the therapy group. Great collection of characters. The therapist with the racist “native” puppet is so funny, I love the “chemical dependence” line. 
There is a nice-sized slur in this one, and it’s followed up with Action Jonny saying a crass joke about giving a guy’s wife herpes. His hit-you-over-the-head phrasing of “after I put herpe in there” was a Brendon Small ad-lib and improves that joke tenfold. 
There’s a deleted scene where we see Rusty’s brown friend jump into the pool during the flashback scene, when Rusty is being forced to undergo talk-therapy with his abusive father. That’s why you see him swimming around in the finished episode. I wondered about this. It turns out he jumped in that pool first. 
The commentary has a big long section cut out of it. Jackson and Doc actually record a little thing to replace the missing audio, explaining that they had to edit something out of the commentary. Have they ever said what that’s about? 
MAIL BAG
Did you enjoy the Oscars? Who on adult swim would you give the awards for Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Director, and Best Picture to. You can do others if you are feeling frisky but I don't want to bowl you over.
i don't respect acting or actors and I don't think we should encourage them. Best picture is uh, Kentucky Nightmare, directed by Space Ghost. I didn't like the Oscars, I didn't see any of those films :(
I'm watching Delocated again thanks to your blog and I was loving it until there is a scene where Jon says "If tea is what he wants then T is what he's gonna get" and then he holds a big letter T. I thought that was just so stupid. Like I thought I was watching Sesame Street. Put the letters away.
You don't like Sesame Street?? What do you like??
You're invited to hang out with three of your favorite adult swim stars. The catch? You have to hang out with Andy Merrill and he brought his favorite board games. You must play with Andy to have access to the other celebs. Do you?
I really do think that questions like this are meant to make me look FOOLISH, as if I like to sit around having childish fantasies of playing Cards Against Humanity with Brak. Well, I have a non-childish answer, maybe the most adult thing I've ever said, as a matter-of-fact: I would do it, but I would pick only hot sluts and have sex with them in front of Andy while he whined about being married in a Brak voice. What do you think of that you gay little ho
I was re-reading your Saul of the Moleman writeups and wow, what an awful show that was. My friend insists that Gerhardt Reinke's Wanderlust is good. I think there's no chance because this guy is a clown. Tell me for him that it sucks too. Please. Even if you don't believe it. Bend the truth for my advantage.
You know what I haven't really watched it but for you? Sure: that show sucked, and that's the reason I turned it off before the first commercial break of the first episode. Sorry, but Saul is a gay little ho
Any plans for Oscar's Big Night?
It was rather quiet, but I appreciated their minimalistic approach this year.
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it's thursday bitches
spoilers under the cut
Okay, I was organizing fic and writing shit for the first two hours so I couldn’t live react BUT:
That ep of Mothership was phenomenal. Good job team.
Barely paid attention to Toronto, I can’t get on board yet.
Now it’s SVU time.
“happy hunting” ewww… puke in my mouth, that’s disgusting.
Girl WHAT THE FUCK. I don’t care if you JUST met someone at a hostel that night, you don’t fucking leave them alone in a bar when they’re visibly really drunk and with two guys all over her, come on.
Okay, I’m starting a Velasco line tally: 1
OOOO a full scene! Look at our boy go!
Okay yeah he is finally getting some screen time
These boy may not be the actual perps in this situation, but there is no doubting they’re pieces of shit.
This is gonna be one of those cases with the last minute twist that the other girl is the actual perp, right? That’s why there’s no dna?
I don’t like this squad. I understand rollins not coming back/kelli not wanting to come back (hello, she just had a baby, and would you want to go back to a workplace you were fired from full time?) but I will forever be salty about them getting rid of muncy and churlish, they FIT with the squad, they worked through their issues and worked well together. It was refreshing to have the younger generation coming in and being mentored by liv, fin and Bruno. I like the fbi girl, she’s a great actress, but the vibe isn’t the same.
Ohhhh I forgot about the other guy from the beginning lol
Okay but I DO love three powerful older women interrogating pathetic young twenty something boys
LOOOL and this dynamic of good cop bad cop between Bruno and joe?! LOVE IT.
Bruno is fucking killing me rn, this is hilarious. Prime television.
The fact that there is still another hour of television after this? I’m TIRED. And like..grey’s starts soon too so that’s gonna fuck me up.
This episode has fully sold me on wanting Bruno to destroy me. Sir. Pls.
Something that fell into your lap?! Liv…baby… you wanted to take in every abandoned kid at svu over the past 25 years. You were the mom calvin deserved, you wanted to adopt, you have ALWAYS wanted kids/to be a mother, its been part of her character arc literally the entire time the show was on air. Yes, technically noah kinda fell into her lap, but the way it was addressed here did not seem right lol.
Okay, that episode was actually super good compared to the last few weeks!
Don’t trust this captain at ALL. but like, I don’t think we’re supposed to LOL.
“I don’t know… im not his mother.. thank GOD” lol… we love Jet.
I miss bell…is she gonna pop up at some point? We need her sass/banter
The fact that she went out to do this super nice thing by replacing the flowers for jet cause she let her stay with her and THAT’S when she was attacked. Fuck this. Ugh.
The fact that they’re going through so much effort to block the face/voice of this killer means that we know who they are already, right?
BUT also… if the captain hadn’t called jet specifically to get Elliot to his fucking iab appointment she would have been home and able to protect the girl… so like… im still super sus of her
All of these crusty old white men all look alike and I cannot tell the difference between them. Is it the cap’s dad? Brother? Husband? Random poker night connection?
DIVORCE???!!!! I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.
…okay but now they could be together somewhere down the road? Like.. they really did bomb us with that ship so I haven’t had time to decide if I like it or not but we’ll see how things go.
Okay so the brother AND the dad are both in on it? Maybe the cap isn’t actually sus and will be blindsided?
Meh, that ep wasn’t that good tonight tbh but two outta our aint bad!
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I know the Shiro as Bruce Wayne's kid fic is probably abandoned (not meant as a slight or anything btw i have So Many fics i've abandoned writing as well) but i just read through it and i gotta say it is So Damn Incredible. The idea of former tech support, happy to be civilian, Shiro ending up the one in the most shit is insanely good. I keep thinking about the bats reaction to the footage of Shiro when he crash landed on Earth before Keith grabbed him, to see the replaced arm and numerous scars and shock of white hair, and the relief of him being alive but At What Cost?
If they ever manage to get their hands on tapings of Shiro's time in the arena you Know they would watch every single one, to the point they know more about Shiro's missing year than he does. Bruce would be so torn because Shiro used the knowledge and quick thinking passed down to him to stay alive but Shiro wasn't ever meant to be in danger like this. Shiro wasn't ever supposed to be in a situation so dangerous. His son only wanted to be an astronaut.
(Is he cursed to forever see the ones he loves suffer?)
Jason with his hackles raised preemptively in defense of Shiro because fuck the no killing rule, Shiro had always been the best of them and this hasn't changed it. Dudes ready to fight Green Lantern if the guy says the Galra aren't 'that bad' one more time - Look What They Did To His Brother, Obviously They Won't Say Shit To You If They're Planning On Invading Earth! You're From Earth!
Sorry for all my blabbering, It's just really good and i'm very thankful you wrote it <3
Anon I hope you see this.
1. Guess what bud that fic is coming out of hibernation bc I’m back into Voltron and I’m still ongoing into Batman and it’s been churning in my mind. Part of my plans for spring break next week include rereading my fic, rereading all my writing notes, working out where to go with it, going back and editing the chapters I already have written, and starting to write the rest of it. I make no promises on the timeline of a new chapter, as I’m in grad school and super busy, but that fic has lived rent free in my mind for half of a decade.
2. Thank you so much for your comments and enthusiasm!!! YEAH like part of the juiciness is that this is supposed to be Bruce’s civilian son who just wanted to be an astronaut!!!!! Flying space ships is so safe on the relative scale of things!!!!!!! But no!! Instead it’s his son who ends up like put through unimaginable torment AND who has to kill so much!!! The complexes that is going to give everyone.
The green lanterns are an aspect I had to and still have to think a lot about to work in to world building but YEAH Jason would be mad as hell. Tbh I think Hal Jordan would be equally ready to fight the galra bc he definitely had a bond with Shiro bc that’s Bruce’s coworker in the piloting/space industry
Ok the batfam seeing the footage of gladiator fights is something that I can’t remember if it was in my notes but like woof anon might have to use that bc that concept is juicy as hell
Anyways thank you so much for this message. I hope you know I’m gonna start working on that fic again very very soon
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Blood and Bones: Journey [Eilis]
I decided to post the full chapter here this week as well as on Wattpad, because it kind of fits nicely with a new project I am working on. Hope yall enjoy!
Warning: Violence, werewolves
Full story on Wattpad
Eilis left the capital with just one companion. She was fine doing so without anyone accompanying her, she rode through two countries almost alone, but the Emperor had insisted. This had surprised her. In her mind, the man barely noticed her in her short time at court. His choice of companion, however, puzzled her. When the Emperor had suggested an escort, she imagined guards or even a nobleman who might want to stay in his good graces of her, but instead, she was accompanied by the mysterious man she had seen after the werewolf fight.
"You didn't even tell me your name." Eilis finally spoke an hour after they had left the capital. The man had not introduced himself. He just rode in silence. Presumably, both of them knew where they were going and why. To her, the human was as mysterious and even scary as he was when she saw him at court. He was dressed in black, with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to judge her with every breath she took.
"Lyall." He responded, but his eyes were fixed somewhere on the road ahead as if she was an annoying voice in his head he had to answer.
"My name is Eilis." She offered, trying to be friendly and helpful. It was a two-day ride to the border. She didn't mind the silence when she was alone, but when she had a companion Eilis felt as if there was a code where they needed to talk.
"I'm aware," Lyall replied, still not looking at her and sounding even more annoyed.
More silence followed, and every second they didn't say anything bothered her. Eilis couldn't even pinpoint why that was happening, but something in her was eating her alive. Probably she was too used to people responding to her, but she had never seen anyone who would be so cold to her without apparent reason.
"Why did the Emperor send you?" Eilis finally asked.
"A dog is not suitable for you, Princess?" There was mockery in his words.
"A..." Eilis didn't understand what he was saying. While she understood he was not a nobleman or knight, she wasn't against him accompanying her, most curious at the choice. "I'm not a Princess."
"No? My bad, the elves must be sending their servants to do their plotting." Lyall finally looked at her. His cold eyes felt as if he was piercing her soul. "You are naive, stupid, or very good at pretending to be innocent. Suits you with all your priestess robes and act."
Eilis could rarely say she had felt anger. While she had grown up as nobility and had a certain path in her mind, she was used to accepting life as it was. She was never supposed to join a monastery, but after her youngest brother left his religious service, her family felt like someone had to replace him. While a nun's life has never been what she imagined, she didn't protest and accepted it. Coming to the human lands to deliver a message of which content she wasn't even aware. He probably was right about one thing. She was stupid to trust her brother blindly. In her naive mind, that message was innocent, probably a trade agreement or something else. Doubts had started creeping into her mind once she saw the night elven exiles at the human court. M'Ryan had spoken so elegant to her, but she couldn't get it out of her head that he had killed his master and was punished by the old king for that.
"It's not an act." Eilis defended herself. "I am a sworn priestess of our gods."
She was used to people looking down on her devotion or even her choice of vocation. If she got a coin for every time people asked her why she abandoned the glamorous life of nobility to become a nun guided by restrictions and rules, she could purchase herself a whole kingdom, maybe an empire.
"I thought servants of the gods are supposed to be impartial." He continued his mockery that was driving her even angrier. "You just ruined that by getting yourself into that court."
"What do you mean?" Eilis stared at him, expecting an answer, but none came.
The rest of the day they spent in silence. She was too focused on his words and trying to figure out why she had made a mistake. Bael gave her that letter. She trusted him. She trusted all three of her brothers even when they didn't get along with each other or had different ideas about the kingdom. Still, she couldn't imagine they would use her for their plotting.
"We need to look for a place to spend the night," Eilis finally said as the day became darker.
"This is as good a place as any." Lyall stopped his horse and looked around.
"I meant like an inn..." Eilis also looked around, and there was nothing but the road and the trees lined next to it.
"There is nothing until you get to the border. That's four hours of riding in the dark, and while that doesn't bother me, our horses and you might not like the perspective." His tone continued to be mocking as if she was a child needing an explanation why horses moving in the dark was a bad idea. But why wouldn't it bother him? He was just a human. Their senses were significantly weaker.
Eilis just nodded in agreement. They couldn't ride more than an hour, and this was as good a place as any.
They walked away from the road so other travelers won't see them. Lyall took care of the fire, and she pulled whatever dried food she had, but he showed no interest in any of it.
"Not hungry?" She asked as she offered meat and fruit to him.
"Not for dried food." He looked at the flames as he responded.
"What did you mean when you said I was not impartial for being at the court?" Eilis finally asked as it was eating her on the inside. Everything he was doing was so odd. Lyall was dismissive, but he was helping her get to the border, even if that was ordered. He barely talked despite his biting remarks. Brooding and harsh comments were something she was not used to.
"You don't know?" He finally looked at her. "M'Ryan has been hiding at that court and whispering in the emperor's ear since he was exiled. What do you think your brother might want with the man protecting someone your kingdom considers unworthy on its territory?"
"Maybe to send him back." She suggested, but the way he laughed made her feel even more stupid than she did before.
"Well...what do we have here?" It wasn't Lyall who responded, but someone who had approached them. Four men were coming closer to them, their hands on their swords. "Care to share your fire with us?"
"Piss off," Lyall responded without even considering the situation. He didn't look at the men. His eyes were still pinned on the fire.
"No need to be rude, friend." Another one spoke. "We just want to share your fire."
"And other stuff." A third voice joined, and a laugh followed.
Eilis looked at them with concern. All of them had their hands on their swords. The first one who spoke started pulling the weapon with a satisfied grin. This is why she never rested by the road. Her brother Rean would always tell her how dangerous that was, and even though she had never been a traveler, that had stuck in her head. She was stupid to allow Lyall to decide for them to stay here.
As she looked at the men, the grins on their faces suddenly soured, and it took a second to understand why. She had been so focused on the danger ahead of she almost missed the sound of ripping clothes and bone cracking. Her attention turned back to Lyall, who had stood up, but nothing about him seemed right. His black hair had grown and now started covering his face. Instead of a mouth and nose, his features started turning into a snout. His eyes betrayed pain, as his body twisted and jerked, and she could see the bones and muscles going through a transformation. Eilis' paniced mind thought of dough, how it turned and shifted, but instead of softness, there as a struggle in what was happening to the human. He wasn't a small man, probably one of the tallest she had ever seen, but now he grew in size, and his frame became broader while the cracking of bones continued and the grunts of pain echoed in the woods.
"A monster..." One of the men screamed as he dropped his sword to the ground.
It wasn't a monster, he was a werewolf, and looking at the fur and the eyes, she recognized this one. The same black beast she saw in the arena ripping the throat of the other animal was standing in front of her now. His wild blue eyes looked at her for a second, and then, with a quick jump, he attacked the bandits. There was screaming; some tried to fight him, but he was incredibly fast and strong. Their swords were too long to be effective against the best that was on the throats before they could even pull them out. His giant shape was ripping and tearing through their bodies as if they were parchments of paper, and it took her a short time to realize that he was also chewing and swallowing whatever his mouth got to before jumping onto the next victim.
Despite their numbers, it was all over soon. The screams were done, the bodies or what was left of them were on the ground, not twitching, and small rivers of blood pooled around them. Lyall turned toward her, his claws and snout covered in sticky liquid. Eilis panicked. She had heard stories of werewolves that could be mindless and dangerous when turned. Was she next? She stepped back, aware that she couldn't run and she couldn't protect herself, but instead of launching at her, Lyall stood there and winced. His body started shivering again, similar to what Eilis witnessed a moment ago, but this time the bones broke and started shrinking, the black fur vanished and the muscles became smaller, he was grunting and groaning, baring his teeth in pain and she reached for him to help him as he fell on the ground and almost curled in a ball.
"Don't touch me," He hissed at her while his face had turned into his human shape. The way he hissed was terribly animalistic. "There are clothes in the saddlebags of my horse. Bring them to me.
He was sweating and shivering as he was leaning against the ground.
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