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sammysmaddy · 5 months

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part One

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): Dean x Sister!Drugged!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader, OMC x Drugged!Reader.

Warning(s): Angst, drugged reader, non-con elements, naive reader, mild voyeurism, nonconsensual touching, male masturbation, somnophilia, incestuous thoughts and actions/

W/C: 4.8k+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time

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Dean's POV

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dean. Dad is going to kill us," Y/N warned, but Dean was far past the point of returning.

It was one of those lucky nights where John didn't insist that Dean went on the hunt, tonight it was Sammy's turn and Dean was going to fully take advantage of his night off. That included finding a party to get wasted at and trying to forget all of the responsibilities that the following day would bring.

Of course, Dean wasn't going to be a bad brother and leave Y/N home alone again. He was going to show her what life was like outside of a motel- what it was like to feel like you don't have to think cautiously about every step you take. It was going to be just as beneficial for Dean as it was going to be for Y/N.

"Dad's not here and when Dad's not here, I'm in charge. It'll be fun. I promise." Dean told her, looking over to see her nervously chewing on her bottom lip. From Dean's position in the front seat of the Impala, even he could see how pale she was in the darkness.

Y/N was truly petrified about the thought of going to a party and it was extremely evident through her facial expressions. This is what Dean wanted to get rid of. He wanted her to live her life a little, get out, and make new friends- not be scared to leave the motel.

"When was the last time you went to a party?"

"Never," Y/N answered softly and Dean nodded his head, knowing that his point was proven.

"It's going to be fine, Y/N. We'll have a few drinks, get you loosened up, and then maybe you'll be able to make some new friends. It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart." Dean comforted her and she nodded her head, taking a deep breath in.

•••

"This is my sister, Y/N," Dean looked over at the young girl who was trying her best to keep it together.

"Nice to meet you," Dean's friend said, reaching his hand out.

Y/N's arms left her side for the first time all night as her right hand landed in his. Instead of the usual handshake, he raised her hand, placing his lips on her fingers. Dean knew that his friend was just trying to portray the gentleman he wished he was.

"I'm Jordan." He told her, flashing a bright smile, and Y/N looked down to the ground trying to hide her blush.

Dean felt his body tense up as he watched it all unfold in front of him, watching how she instantly became relaxed under Jordan's grip- how she suddenly seemed to enjoy being there with a simple smile, but this is what Dean asked for.

Dean wanted her to go out and meet new friends, he just didn't want her to get hurt, so his guard was analyzing every move that she made.

"Care for a drink?" Jordan asked over the loud music that seemed to be shaking the entire building.

Dean nodded his head, giving him a small grin, and Jordan took his queue to leave towards the kitchen.

"Isn't this cool?" Dean asked, turning towards the smaller girl who was looking around at all of the people.

"Yeah, it actually is," Y/N beamed, smiling at him, before turning back to admire how happy everyone looked.

Y/N was looking around everywhere. The lights, the cups half-full on the countertops, the random college kids making out on the couch- you name it, she was in awe.

Dean knew it was a lot to take in for her and he was just as surprised as Y/N was to find that she was actually enjoying herself. He smiled at her when he saw the life in her eyes rev up every time someone introduced themselves, and Dean knew she had never had this much attention from so many people in her nineteen years.

"Here you go," Jordan snapped Dean out of his trance, holding a beer in each hand.

Dean thanked him, reaching for the beer, but felt Y/N's eyes burn holes into the side of his head. He looked over at her, seeing the way that she asked permission with her glance, and felt the uneasiness radiating from her body.

"Go ahead," Dean gave her a small smile, taking a gulp of the cold beer in his own hands.

Y/N nodded, her nervousness easing as she got permission, and grabbed the bottle from Jordan's hand. She thanked him with a warm smile and blushed deep crimson when he replied 'No problem, sweetheart'.

Dean knew exactly what Jordan wanted by the way he talked to her. Dean examined the way Jordan licked his lips and looked into Y/N's eyes, even going the extra mile and adding a wink to the mixture.

Dean could feel his blood boiling but was able to mask it by chugging most of his beer down. He wasn't even exactly sure why he was upset, this is what he wanted. He wanted Y/N to live her life, he just didn't expect her to fall for someone's tricks so quickly.

But still, Dean was cautious because it was Jordan. Jordan was more or less what Dean was, minus the hunting. He was a player. A womanizer. Someone that wanted a quick fuck and probably wouldn't even remember it the next morning.

Y/N was too sweet for him, probably too naive to even get the subtle hints that Jordan left her, so Dean felt secure with that. He knew she wasn't exactly well-versed in people, surely she wouldn't give herself away to anyone who flashed her a smile.

•••

By the time Dean felt safe enough to leave Y/N's side, she had made a friend named Lily and they were talking about all of the books that Dean would have considered nerdy.

Y/N held onto the beer that was handed to her over an hour ago, yet to have finished it, and Dean was on his sixth or seventh of the night- he wasn't quite sure anymore. All Dean knew was that he was having a good time and so was Y/N, and that was enough for him.

Dean himself was off somewhere talking to a red-haired chick, her name soon forgotten, and did his best to sweet-talk her into his bed.

Dean watched every move the red-haired girl made, knowing that she was looking for something long-term, but he didn't care. He knew that he could break any girl by purposefully letting his eyes twinkle or by playing into their interests, he wasn't worried about not being able to crack her.

She was his type too. She was the girl that played hard to get and Dean knew that eventually when he asked her to go upstairs, she would cave in in an instant.

She smiled when Dean cracked a joke, she blushed when he 'accidentally' glided his hand over her thigh, and she bit her lip every time something naughty slipped from Dean's lips.

Dean knew that she was already letting her guard down and throwing her hopes of a relationship out of the window for him. He knew that she was ready to give it all to him and it had only been twenty minutes- that's how good he was and he prided himself for it. To his surprise, she made the move before he felt fully confident to do so himself.

"Wanna go upstairs?" She asked him, leaning in close and whispering in his ear.

When she pulled back, she had her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and a small smirk on her face.

"Show me the way," Dean smirked back and her face lit up.

Grabbing Dean's hand, she led him through the crowd of people too drunk to register that they were getting shoved past, and she giggled when she looked back at him. He smirked at the dirty looks of all of the other college kids, knowing that they were just jealous- that they couldn't do what Dean did, and that only boosted his ego even more.

Dean even got a few extra snarky stares, most likely because of the girl that he was with, and it only made him more confident.

They walked up the stairs, hand in hand, pushing past a random couple that seemed to not care about getting to a room. They also pushed past the crowd of people watching the couple grope each other. Dean applauded them silently, knowing that was coming for him shortly too, and continued to follow the redhead up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, she too must have felt inspired by the couple and eagerly smashed her lips onto Dean's. Dean was surprised by her initiative, chuckling into the kiss that was so desperately forced by her, and began to kiss her back for a short amount of time before she pulled away.

"Let's go find a room," She winked, lowering down so that her feet were flat on the ground.

"Still following you, sweetheart," Dean smirked as she grabbed his hand again.

As they began to walk down the never-ending hallway of the frat house, Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"You okay?" The girl asked Dean, feeling the way that he let go of her hand. "There's a vacant room at the end of the hall. I already see the door open." She informed him, looking to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there in a second," Dean looked at her for a second, giving her a small smile.

The woman nodded her head, standing on her toes to press a quick peck on his cheek, and turned around to head for the room.

Dean looked back at what had stopped him in the first place. The slightly cracked door gave him the perfect hearing aid to tell him what was occurring in the small room. Dean could hear the way he kissed her neck and the way that he gave her small confirmations in between each kiss.

Dean almost continued to walk on to the meal-of-a-girl waiting for him in the other room, but a gut feeling told him not to. He curiously pushed the door open, only a little to see what was happening. Dean's jaw fell to the floor when he saw Y/N.

Dean felt the anger rise in him quickly but refrained from busting in and dragging her home. But he knew that he wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself.

Dean was angry that he was the one to leave her alone in the first place, resulting in her poor decision-making. It was his fault and he wasn't going to intrude if that was truly what she wanted.

And because Dean knew that she only had that one beer to drink, he knew that she was still in the right mind to make her own choices. At least that's how it looked at first glance.

There were plenty of things to be infuriated about when Dean really saw the events that were unfolding. Dean's biggest concern could have been that it was Jordan who was kissing Y/N, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she went upstairs without saying anything, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she barely had her eyes open or that she wasn't responding with anything but whimpers- but once again, it wasn't.

Dean's biggest concern was that he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn't stop the tent from forming in his pants. As Dean tried to combat the feeling, he placed a firm hand on his clothed erection.

Dean watched when Jordan silenced Y/N's protests with his lips, trailing his hand up and down her bare thigh. Jordan continued by laying her back on the bed and when she tried to sit back up, he placed his hand flat on her chest to keep her lying down.

He told her that everything was going to be okay, that she was beautiful, that she asked for it, and Dean just watched.

Dean didn't feel bad for not going in there and saving her, he didn't even feel bad that his pants tightened in anticipation- eagerly awaiting what would happen to her next. He was long past the point of trying to stop himself and say that it wasn't right, that it wasn't consensual, that it was his sister.

Dean wanted to watch, and if it were any other girl- he would have turned his head and used it as inspiration to ravage the redhead in the other room.

But it was her. It was Y/N, someone that Dean had been so curious about for so long. Dean had fought the dark feelings that he had about her for a considerable amount of time, and that all ended tonight.

Dean had held himself at bay for the longest time and now he couldn't stop himself- even if he wanted to. He was entirely too entranced when he decided to crack the door open more and saw her sitting on the bed, and it only deepened his state when he saw Jordan's hands roam all over her body- preparing to take what Dean had wanted for so many years.

Dean couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

Jordan kept his hand on Y/N's chest until she stopped trying to sit up. He then moved on to his next task.

Dean bit down on his lip as Jordan positioned himself on his knees in front of her. Jordan's hands came down to take her sandals off and tossed them to the side. Then, he pushed her skirt up so that it was bunched up around her waist.

Y/N whimpered when Jordan's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, sending a pulsing shock through Dean. Dean felt his pants continuing to tighten when he saw her panties slowly lowering down her legs, revealing her perfect pussy that he often wondered about.

It was almost too much to take, the sight making him nearly ready to bust in his boxers, but Dean became increasingly aware that it wasn't him. It shouldn't be Jordan getting to enjoy her perfect little body, it should be Dean.

Dean should be the one to feel Y/N wrapped around his cock, he should be the one hearing his name leave her lips. He waited for too long for someone else to take her from him.

That was the only motivation Dean needed to bust in the room. He put on a front, pretending that he was angry with Jordan- although in reality, he wanted to do the same thing to Y/N.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dean grit through his teeth as Jordan struggled to get back on his feet.

"I- It's not what it looks like. She just- she got hot and asked me to-" Jordan scrambled, his face becoming extremely pale.

Dean shot him a quick glare to shut him up, his chest puffing and then deflating over and over again.

"You stupid son of a bitch," Dean chuckled, his face relaxing as he shook his head.

Jordan stood perfectly still, looking as though he had seen a ghost. Jordan was likely confused and still trying to think of a justification for himself.

"Dude, next time you drug a girl. Make sure her brother isn't here." Dean scolded playfully, walking over to her, and looking back at Jordan.

Jordan quickly nodded his head and made a run for it, not even bothering to say another word.

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, I'm here." Dean turned his attention to Y/N.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed together as Dean stroked the hair out of her face.

"Dean?" Y/N asked quietly, her eyes opening for a split second.

Dean confirmed and watched as her face relaxed, and then decided to work on getting her redressed. He placed himself in front of her, bending at the knees so that he could pull her underwear back up.

Dean licked his lips at the sight of her bare pussy right in front of him, knowing that he could turn around, lock the door, and take her right there.

But he didn't. He pulled her panties up her legs and pulled her skirt down so that it was back in its original place. Dean found her shoes and placed them on her feet, then he helped her sit up.

Y/N was so out of it, her eyes rolling back into her head after every attempt to open them. Dean noticed her face as it scrunched up, the poor girl looked terrified.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Y/N," Dean hushed her when her eyes became glossy and the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Dean helped her stand up, wrapping an arm around her to make sure she was balanced. Y/N held on to him tightly, not saying a word as she barely managed to walk out of the house and back to the Impala.

Dean helped Y/N to get situated in the front seat, buckling her in as she drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew that soon enough she was going to sleep and that she wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"I don't think I like parties anymore," Y/N mumbled as soon as Dean began driving.

"Yeah, I think I'll just go by myself next time," Dean told her, chuckling lightly, and instinctively rested his hand on her thigh.

Y/N pushed Dean's hand away with as much force as she could muster up and Dean cleared his throat, realizing how uncomfortable that might have been for her.

"Sorry," Dean muttered, resting his hand on his own thigh.

"He was touching me there," Y/N managed to say and Dean nodded his head. "I don't like him, Dean."

Dean looked over to see Y/N pouting her bottom lip and her nose scrunched, her eyes closed shut as she rambled on like your local drunk.

"I'm not his biggest fan either," Dean chuckled and focused on driving. Much to his surprise, Y/N still hadn't passed the fuck out as she continued to talk.

"He was going to touch me right there," Y/N forced out of her lips, barely able to pick her hand up and point it towards her crotch.

"I know, sweetheart," Dean said, looking over to see her small gesture.

Dean raised an eyebrow as she chuckled lightly, her lips curling into a small smile. It was almost adorable to see her like this, out of it- almost like she was drunk. And for once, Y/N actually seemed happy.

It confused Dean, surely Y/N couldn't be happy about the events prior to leaving. Maybe, she really did ask for it. Maybe, she had previous experiences that would make her want to do so.

"Have you ever been touched there?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the best of him- he knew that Y/N would answer truthfully in this state.

"Mhm," Y/N nodded her head, a light smile spread across her face. Dean continued to raise his eyebrow and immediately became concerned.

"With who, Y/N?" Dean asked in a commanding tone and she frowned at how aggressive he had become in such little time.

Y/N didn't have any friends and she barely left the motel. Moving from town to town, motel to motel, there wasn't any constant person in her life.

Either she wasn't as precious as Dean thought she was, whoring around and sneaking out, or she had a relationship with someone in a random town- but surely she wouldn't be happy about leaving them... Why was she smiling?

"I can't tell you," Y/N said simply, frowning and shrugging her shoulders, letting her eyes close shut as her head fell back.

Y/N's head snapped back up and it was evident that she was trying to fight the drug as much as she could.

"Why not?" Dean asked defensively, not sure why Y/N wouldn't give the information that he needed to know now.

"Daddy says it's our secret," She giggled, not even realizing that the name had slipped her tongue unintentionally.

"Get some rest, Y/N," Dean growled, clenching his fists around the steering wheel- so much so that it was giving him white knuckles.

Dean knew that she was telling the truth- he knew that she couldn't tell him anything but the truth. The truth was much more sinister than anything he had ever dreamt of, all of the pieces connecting in his mind.

How could he not have seen it? How could he have not found it weird that John pulled her out of school but not anyone else? How could he not see that she was obviously his favorite? How could he not have seen all of the signs that connected him to her?

How long had it been happening? How young was she when it first happened? Did Sam know too? There were so many questions that Dean had no way of knowing the answer to.

It made Dean angry. He wasn't sure if he was angry that he wasn't included or angry that John could do those things to her- the things that Dean wanted to do to her.

It made him angry that Y/N seemed so okay with it. She giggled when she told Dean and it made his skin crawl. It's not something that she's supposed to be okay with. It's not something John was supposed to be okay with. With Dean understanding how naive she was, Dean knew that John was most definitely the one who initiated it.

Then again, Dean was having the same feelings. Maybe he was having even worse feelings. Dean's mind then generated this situation as a possibility.

Even though he was angry with John for taking advantage of Y/N, Dean also knew that this might be the only chance he's had in a while.

And with this new information, it pegged an even bigger question. If Y/N could see her own father in that way, then could she want Dean in the same way? Did she even know that it was wrong?

•••

The anger stayed with Dean the entire ride home. All of those damn unanswered questions had Dean's throat hitched for the rest of the car ride.

Y/N was far past the point of waking up and Dean silently cursed at himself for telling her to go to sleep. He needed to know everything, especially because chances were, she wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

Y/N wouldn't remember the majority of the party. She wouldn't remember Jordan's hands on her body or how he took her panties off. She wouldn't remember that she accidentally told her biggest secret.

Dean was angry and on top of that- he was sexually frustrated. He didn't get to screw the redhead into oblivion like he wanted to and to add onto it, he was battling morally with himself for finding his little sister so attractive.

Dean had his chance. He had his chance when he saw Y/N in the room fighting consciousness. He had his chance when he laid her down on the motel bed and he knew she was asleep. But as much as Dean's mind twisted into the darkest places, he couldn't take advantage of her like that.

Dean wanted Y/N to want him. He wanted her to scream his name and come undone around his cock- only for her to endure multiple more orgasms by the time he finally chose to cum inside of her.

Dean wanted for Y/N to remember how perfectly he filled her, how they fit together like a puzzle piece- how they were made for each other.

Although Dean was angry and hurt about the news, he was also excited. This information opened up endless possibilities for him and they all ended with Y/N. In the best-case scenario, he wouldn't have to fight the feeling anymore.

Dean would no longer have to go to the bar and find someone who looked like Y/N. He wouldn't have to drink to the point where he couldn't make out their facial features so that he could imagine Y/N in their place. He wouldn't have to suppress screaming Y/N's name every time he came inside some random girl he'd never see again. Y/N could make Dean whole.

Instead of fucking Y/N all night, knowing that she wouldn't remember, Dean decided to admire her. She was sprawled out on the bed, still in her clothes from the party, and she was sleeping peacefully on her back.

Y/N looked so pretty, so perfect, and Dean couldn't deny that he enjoyed undressing her more than he should have. It was innocent and she needed to change, but he couldn't help but imagine that it was real.

Dean wanted it to be real, he wanted to undress Y/N for larger purposes, but undressing her like this would satisfy the itch.

Dean worked on first getting her sandals off, neatly placing them by her bag so she'd know where they were in the morning. Then he moved to her skirt, gently sliding the fabric down her thighs and taking his time.

Dean laid his hands flat on Y/N's thighs as he made the decision to keep her panties on. Seeing her like this was hard enough, and he knew that if he saw her fully undressed there was a possibility he wouldn't have the mental fortitude to hold back.

Dean didn't bother finding shorts for Y/N or pajama pants. Dean knew she often slept with just a shirt to cover her bottom half.

Once Dean had snapped out of admiring how soft her skin was, he began to work on her shirt next. He gently ran his hands under her shirt, bringing the material up just above her breasts.

Y/N's skin prickled with the cool air touching her torso and even though she was wearing a bra, Dean could only imagine how hard her nipples were. When her shirt was completely off, he reached under her and unclasped the basic black bra, licking his lips when he guided the straps down her arms.

There she was, sleeping ever so peacefully in just her panties. Dean was practically salivating at the way she looked.

Y/N's nipples were hard, just as Dean expected, and it was all Dean could keep his eyes on. Her chest moved up and down with each breath, taunting Dean as it brought her closer to him.

Dean couldn't help himself when his fingers reached down and pinched her nipples. Even the slight touch of her intimately sent an electric pulse through his veins.

Dean continued to play around and did his best to be extremely careful, even though he knew that Y/N wasn't going to wake up. His hands cupped her breasts. They felt like puzzle pieces because of how perfect she felt in his embrace- she felt like she was made to be touched by Dean.

The slight jiggle when Dean moved his hands sideways made his jeans tighten up yet again, but this time he didn't have any interruptions. He palmed at his erection, keeping a hand on one of Y/N's breasts and tweaking her nipple to keep it hardened.

Dean didn't want to fuck her like this because he wanted her to feel special and wanted, but he couldn't deny that the more he stared at her- the more his bulge grew in its confinements.

Dean quickly undid the button on his jeans and slid the blue fabric down his legs, hoping that it would offer him some sort of relief. His breath was shaky when he knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of Y/N's perfect body.

Dean felt wrong for reaching into his boxers and indulging himself above her, but it was the only relief he could think of without fucking Y/N until the sun came up. His free hand landed on her chest and began to grope her breast again whilst his other hand stroked himself in his boxers.

Dean watched Y/N's lips part with every breath in, imagining what it would feel like to have her sucking him with them. He wondered how soft and pillowy her lips would feel around his cock, how wet and warm her tongue would feel on the bottom side of his shaft, how good her throat would look when his dick prodded through the thin skin.

Dean found himself stroking harder, more needily, and his boxers slightly pushed down his thighs. As Dean thought about all of the things he wanted to do to her, he felt the rubber band inside of him snap.

Dean hadn't cum that fast since he first started fucking girls, spilling white ropes across Y/N's perfect chest, and leaving him in a state of euphoria as he marveled at her. She looked so pretty with his cum all over her and Dean couldn't deny his shame in not feeling guilty about it.

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wasyago · 1 year

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okay don't mind me just gonna ramble for a second haha-

(this was originally going to be under the drawing, but it got too long, and i can't add it in a reblog because both things are on queue, so separate post it is)

i just love how every time i start a drawing im like "well alright, just a quick sketch yea? no color, maybe some gray to white gradient and that's it, okay?". and then i start drawing (and obviously it takes longer than i thought because duh) and i go "okay but- i gotta at least do the flat colors, right? just the flats- maybe even some random colors to not spend too much time on it--". and then. of course. i do the flats, and im pretty happy with the result yeah? looks simple but not too simple, like it has some color some personality to it, but its not over the top so. so, i leave the drawing i go to get some water and start on an actual piece, and when i come back and take a look at what i drew its like, "well. listen. listen-- yeah im still pretty happy with how it looks but, but. it could be a little better, yea?" and then i sit down, put my water down, put my other drawing to the side, and i sit there making this quick sketch look better. "oh i don't like the colors anymore! but its all on one layer now so i can't exactly change them, plus i still like the idea, so maybe some filters? yeaj some filters on top will do!" (and of course its a yellow shade filter, because im original like that and 90% of my drawings don't also have it on). and then i add them filters and i think" well maybe some bounce light now? surely it already looks better with the filter but its kinda flat, and i want to bring *a little bit* of the original color in" so i add the bounce light, but now it looks out of place! shocker! so i decide that surely i can maybe add some grass at the bottom to hide the edge of the drawing a little. and well, alright, grass looks good, but its too dark, brings a lot of attention to it! and i can't exactly make it lighter, so, the logical choice would be to make the characters darker too, bring some contrast into the thing! and lets just do all the values while we're at it, why not! patterns to the horse, make the pants and skin darker, yes yes. and, oh- but now the eyes are lost because there's more dark hues! gotta make a new layer on top and make them eyes a little bit darker, maybe also color the bandana red and not brown so it looks special, hm? oh and! while we're on this top layer, lets also fix up the hair a little, maybe add some blush... oh and the straps of the saddle look weird, gotta fix those too! oh man and not that i look at it-- the head is too big! lets merge all the layers together and start that same thing over again! yes yes make the head a little smaller, yeah looks much better now! oh, better add some fading as well, to make it fit in the background a little, oh and some glow, suuure sure, and some lights in the eyes, and-

(and now that im looking at it, i realize that i somehow didn't save the final version????? like, i did a lot more to the thing, fixed up the saddle and that awkward shade oh his knee, and the grass-- i wont fix it now because NOW im too lazy to do it for some reason, but yeah, a bit unfortunate u_u)

anyways, point being, love art, art is pog, wish i cared a little less about it sometimes, but it also turnes this into this (imagine me pointing at the drawings as i say that, overly dramatic and sounding a little annoyed with myself)

#yagotalk #my art #sketch #wooo yeah woo yeah art

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kteezy997 · 9 months

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He’s Out of My League: Part 2 //matt rife

You had done it.

You had tapped the Matt Rife on the shoulder. Here goes.

“Hey,” you smiled kindly, “I’m so sorry to bother you, it’s just that I saw you and I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan of yours.” you said, trying to speak quickly, while simultaneously trying not to fumble your words.

Matt smiled genuinely, “Thank you, and don’t be sorry. I’m glad you said ‘hey.’”

He spoke so sweetly to you and those damn eyes were so mesmerizing, like you could see directly into his soul.

“I should thank you. I mean, your comedy and vlogs and the TFIL/Overnight channel has really brought me a lot of joy and made me laugh so much when I really didn’t feel like laughing. Your content makes the dark times easier.” Now that you kinda poured your heart out, you wished that you hadn’t. He probably thought you were just a depressed little weirdo trying to come on to him.

But he was listening closely to every syllable that came out of your mouth.

“Wow, um what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m so glad to hear all of that. That’s all I could ever hope for. It’s more than I could hope for. That’s why I do what I do. Were you at the show tonight?” He asked, picking up his drink from the counter and taking a sip.

“Oh, no, sadly. I waited in the queue online for a long time for tickets, but they sold out.” You said, disappointment laced into your tone.

Matt sighed, “Ugh, that sucks. I’m sorry. I wish you could have been there. You’ll get to see a show someday though, I promise I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled politely. But the way he was looking at you felt so intimate and his irises became a deeper shade of blue. “I can’t wait to see one of your shows.” You said, needing to fill the space with some words. “Thanks for you time, Matt. It was so nice to meet you.”

You felt kinda awkward and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Waving goodbye would have been odd, you figured. So you put your hand out and gently grazed his hand as you stepped away.

“Bye, y/n. I hope I see you again.” Matt said. You caught the tiny smirk on his lips before you walked away.

Later, you had joined your friends back on the dance floor. It was creeping into the early morning hours, but you didn’t care. Sure you were tired, but you were having fun laughing and dancing. You had told your friends that Matt Rife was there, and you would all take turns spotting him conspicuously in the crowd.

It must have been close to 2 a.m. when you and Matt’s eyes met and you locked gazes. You hadn’t looked him directly in the eyes since you left his side at the bar. He didn’t look away, he didn’t turn his head. He just kept looking at you, the corners of his perfect plump lips turning upwards.

You couldn’t explain it if you had to, the feeling you got as he was looking at from across the club. You were giddy and adrenaline swirled in your stomach. You looked on as Matt broke away for a second to chat with his friend. He laughed, and playfully shoved the person before glancing back over at you, the neon lights dancing over him like this was all a dream.

Part of you couldn’t let this go, the apparent gravitational pull between you and Matt. You began to contemplate going over to him, without even knowing what you would say or do. You knew the music was still booming, but you couldn’t hear it. There was only your blood pumping through your veins.

In the same moment, Matt was moving in your direction. Was he coming over to you? You were not the type of girl that guys crossed rooms for. It didn’t take that long for him to close in on you, and you couldn’t believe it was real.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart started thumping really hard. “What?”

He chuckled, “You wanna get outta here y/n?”

@gatoenlaciudad @meetmyothersouls @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

#matt rife #mattrifexreader #fanfic

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celosiaa · 6 months

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IV/Cannula

hehe this is for day 1 of mediwhumpmay, which I am now posting in October

tw: emeto, hospital setting

“Hey, there you are. Keep those eyes open for me, Blackwood.”

“Mmm…wh?”

Everything feels so, so heavy—god, he can barely see. His eyes must drift closed again, because before he knows it, the voice is back, this time pinching the skin on the inside of his arm.

“Eyes open, Martin, come on.” Pinching again.

Gauging his responsiveness, he knows. The thought floats above the whirling pool of all the others. His eyes flutter open, an effort to reassure the voice he slowly comes to recognize as the voice of his junior partner, Ben.

“Ff…fuck,” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut as soon as he opens them. The vertigo was too much to bear—and with an awful rising feeling in his gut, he curls further onto his side and vomits.

The effort of this exhausts him, and he must lose time, for the next thing he is aware of is the earth rumbling beneath him. He prepares mentally for the end of the world, again—but upon fluttering his eyes open again, he discovers that the ambulance had just hit a bump in the road.

Ambulance. I’m at…work.

He snaps his eyes open again at the thought, attempting to sit up, only to find himself strapped into something.

The stretcher.

“Lie back, Martin, just relax—“

Darkness.

—

Jon hates the hospital. Hates it.

He would do just about anything to avoid coming here, especially to A&E. The crowding, the noise, the smell of antiseptic…the desperation of all the people waiting for hours upon hours to be seen.

He doesn’t understand how Martin can cope with this every day.

It’s already been a long walk from the train station, and Jon’s heart is pounding—from this as well as the call that he’d received from Ben, telling him that his husband collapsed on the job and is being cared for here.

Jon knew he shouldn’t have gone into work that day. And he’d told him as much, many times. Martin had been ill over the holidays, but due to the nature of his work, had needed to go in anyway. Especially with the increased number of accidents, injuries, and illnesses that tend to make themselves known during this season. Added to that, a bug had been working its way through their ranks, taking down one medic after the next. Martin had assured Jon that he felt alright enough to cover for his indisposed coworkers, but…

Obviously, that had not been the case.

With a sigh, Jon leans a little heavier upon his cane, still in the triage queue. He needs to calm down, not let this frustration get the better of him. As much as an “I told you so” might be warranted here…god knows Martin had spared him many such conversations that Jon himself had certainly deserved.

At last, the person behind the desk waves him forward.

“I’m here to see my husband, please.”

“Name?”

“Martin Blackwood-Sims. I was told he’s in bay thirty-three.”

“Hmm…” They click around on their computer a few times before looking back up at him. “Looks like he’s on respiratory precautions. Please take a mask to protect yourself.”

Jon sighs, the anger bubbling up in his chest again.

I told you, Martin. I told you.

Not helpful.

He swallows it the best that he can, fitting the loops of the mask over his ears before following the nurse through the double doors.

“Straight back this way, and you should see him,” the nurse says, and turns back to their post.

Jon hadn’t needed the directions. From where he entered, he saw him—his husband, pale faced, propped up on several pillows and getting an IV placed.

Be calm. Breathe. Breathe.

Jon hates this; god he hates it here—and he’s absolutely livid that Martin never listens to him, and now look where it’s gotten him. Now they both have to be here, with all the people and the noise and the memories—

He feels suddenly quite weightless in the relentless onslaught of emotions, and wishes desperately for somewhere to sit. Not by Martin, not quite yet. Everything is all tangled up in itself, in the past, in the fear of this place. And his husband needs him calm. Calm and supportive, just as Martin has done so many times for him.

Braced against the wall of the corridor and his cane, Jon allows his eyes to fall closed, to focus on his breath for a moment. It’s just this breath. And the next. And the next.

Bless Martin for teaching him this technique.

When he opens his eyes, he feels a gentle wave of calm. Not perfect, but it will get him through and allow him to be there for Martin, who is now alone in his bay, eyes closed and exhausted.

That is, until they reopen and alight on Jon, walking toward him. Immediately, Martin’s hands reach up to cover his face—the tips of his ears reddening with shame, even as the rest of him retains that unnerving pallor.

“Oh God, Jon, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Martin…”

“I swear I didn’t mean to—to cause such a fuss, I didn’t—“

”Martin,” Jon pleads, more forcefully this. Time as he eyes his oxygen saturation on the monitor. “Breathe, habibi. You’re alright.”

As the monitor starts to alarm, Martin seems to realize that he’s gasping for air—and that sets him into a coughing fit, worse even than he’d been showing at home. Jon’s stomach drops just listening. And even more so when a nurse comes in to silence the alarm, reaching for the plastic tubing of the nasal cannula that Jon knows all too well.

“That’s quite the nasty cough there, Mr. Blackwood.”

Jon is hit with another sudden wave of irritation—obviously, its a bad cough, obviously, that’s why he’s in the damn A&E.

He needs to calm down before he snaps at someone and makes the whole damned situation even worse.

“Sorry,” Martin croaks, the fit ending. “I’m alright, I—sorry.”

“No need to apologize love. Just keep that oxygen on, alright?”

Saying this, the nurse leaves, and Martin sinks further into his bed, exhausted. Jon’s heart twinges painfully, and he extends his hand to Martin’s—and just as he’d hoped, Martin opens his eyes at the contact, smile weary but warm as he takes his hand in turn.

“What happened, Martin?” Jon asks, desperately. “Ben called me, you know. Told me you collapsed.”

“Oh no—no, love, I’m alright, really, I’m okay. Just took a bit of a tumble.”

Martin gives him another embarrassed smile, trying to sit up straighter, and Jon can’t take it anymore.

“If that’s what you want to call it, fine,” he snaps.

He regrets it immediately. Martin’s face is stricken, smile disappearing, eyes wide.

“I-I’m sorry, Jon—“

“No, Martin, I—“

“Are you okay?”

Martin leans closer, putting his other hand over Jon’s, the one with the IV. Still so pale, clammy. And concerned. Martin is worrying over him, even here while he’s the one in the hospital bed.

Jon takes a deeper breath than he has since he received the phone call, closing his eyes as Martin gently squeezes his hand between both of his own.

Oh, Martin.

“Thank you,” says Martin softly, “for being here with me, habibi. I know this is…a difficult place for you to be. So thank you.”

That is too much, far too much.

“Don’t thank me,” Jon chokes around a lump in his throat he can’t quite swallow. “Don’t. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped, it’s just...”

“Memories.”

“Yes.”

Martin squeezes his hand again, and Jon opens his eyes. Still there, still Martin, despite everything. Jon moves closer, using his free hand to brush Martin’s sweat soaked hair back from his forehead.

“I’m here for you, habibi. I’m sorry.”

“And I’m here for you,” Martin replies earnestly, breaking off momentarily to muffle a chest-rattling cough into his elbow. “We can…we can b—ha, both...”

“Shh, hush now,” Jon whispers lowly, reaching for the call light on Martin’s bed.

“We…we’ve got…each other,” Martin pants, letting Jon anxiously fuss over his blankets and his nasal cannula.

“I know, darling.” He rests a gentle hand on Martin’s laboring chest, a reminder that he’s here, he’s here.

“I know.”

#tma #the magnus archives #tma fic #jonmartin #my writing #in case anyone doesn't know my Jon has POTS #and is also Jordanian #hence the “habibi”#and martin is a paramedic

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l0serloki · 1 year

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can i ask for some basic chamber smut? it could be literally anything and i’m happy bro 😫

Chamber x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1K

Summary : Chamber was teaching you french but you were a bit distracted.. Today was the day - you would finally tell him.

CW : Professor Kink, Degrading, dom!Chamber, fem!Reader, uhh fingering, spanking moment as well teehee, creampie (wrap it up 😩)

A/N : HELLO, I hope this satisfies your needs my love. Also, "C’est gênant" is like it's annoying/embarrassing/awkward !

Chamber had been teaching you French for a while now. It had gone smoothly for the most part, your accent getting better and your vocabulary growing. When he had originally offered to help, you were shocked to say the least. The ‘always busy’ man had time to help you out? The two of you met every Tuesday and Thursday to practice. The issue was, you were falling for him. You couldn’t help it - he was charming, sweet, patient, and well.. handsome.

“Are you even listening to me, Y/N? I told you how to say it.” His voice cut through your thoughts, eyes widening as you faced him.

“Sorry, I got distracted. What was it again?” He clicked his tongue, repeating the phrase.

“C’est gênant."

You had repeated it a few times, antsy at hearing his accent. You didn’t know how you were going to learn when even a simple saying got you distracted.

“Why did you want to learn that one, if I must ask?” He cocked his head to the side, his little slanted smile making you swoon. You had been planning to tell him for the past few weeks how you felt and this was it. As nervous as you were, you stuck to the plan.

“C’est gênant, professeur. That stupid smile and accent of yours. I don’t think I can focus, sir. I am too distracted.” You tried your best not to sound scared, attempting to charm the man.

“Ah, ouias? You think I am sexy? Is your professeur distracting you too much, ma belle?” Chamber’s arm fell to your thigh, making you jump. His walnut hues bore holes into your head as you felt yourself burn. This man would be the death of you.

“Well how about this then, I will quiz you on the vocabulary from this week. I think I have a way of drilling it into your memory.” His voice was almost a whisper, your body going weak.

“What’s the way?” You squirmed around, his grip on your thigh only getting harsher.

“You bend over my lap and for every word you get wrong, I punish you. If you get more than three right in a row, I’ll reward you. How about that?” He pushed his chair out, hands patting against his lap. You could feel yourself grow wet at his dark gaze alone, slowly bending over his nice thighs.

“You will address me as professor, understood?” His hand experimentally came down against your ass, leaving a stinging pain behind. “Yes, professor.” You couldn’t help but wish for him to touch you already. “Good, then let’s begin.”

“What was the word for squirrel?”

You could feel yourself tense. That jackass knew you couldn’t ever pronounce that one, he was doing it on purpose!

“Professor… It’s.. I can’t say it correctly.” You wiggled against him, knowing what was coming next.

“That is not an answer. Bad.” His hand came down twice, jolting you forward.

It had gone on like that for several minutes, Vincent asking for words he knew were too difficult for you to remember or verbalize. Your ass almost raw with the amount of spankings he had lashed out.

“I think that is enough of that for now.. We will practice another time. I suppose you deserve a reward for trying, yes?”

You frantically shook your head, begging for him to get a move on with it. You were practically sopping at this point, in need of something to take care of it. As if on queue, his finger rubbed against the outline of your pussy, slick coating it.

“Oh my, you are so desperate. This is all because of me? What a slut you are for your professor..” His voice trailed off as two digits entered you. His fingers pumped into you at a fast pace, filling you full. “Does my slutty little student like my fingers?” You screamed in agreement, begging for him to go faster. “My my, so greedy. Fine. I suppose you deserve it.” Chamber picked up the pace, adding a third finger to satisfy your drooling cunt. You could feel the knot in your stomach grow, getting close. “Professor.. I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes rolled back as you hit your high, ecstasy overflowing. “What a good girl.. Look at the mess you’ve made all over yourself.”

His fingers peeled your mouth open, your tongue cleaning up his slick ridden fingers. He cooed, picking you up. “Bend over the table now, professor will take care of you now.” You flung your body over the wooden table, already pulsating at the thought of his hard cock. The sound of his zipper filled the air, grunting as he stroked himself. You could see a glimpse of his menacing grin as his hand smushed your face against the desk. “Be good for professor and maybe you’ll get a good grade, eh?” Chamber’s tip teased against you, slowly sliding in. The stretch was almost a little too good, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours. You belong to me.” Chamber’s hand circled around your neck, thrusting deep into you. His pace was almost too harsh, smacking your body into the desk like a ragdoll. “God, so good. Built to take me. I can feel you clenching, whore. Are you already close?” You moaned, words becoming incoherent from the way he manhandled you. “Can’t even talk, fuck. Already so fucked out, huh?” His face dug into your shoulder, teeth sinking into your soft flesh. His actions finally sent you over the edge, seeing stars as his cock continued it’s fast pace.

Only a few seconds later you could feel his thrusts stutter, his cock releasing it’s hot load into you. “Well, that was good. Would you like to go out on a date, Y/N?” You could only snort - could always count on Vincent to be punctual.

#valorant chamber #chamber x reader smut #chamber #chamber valorant #chamber x reader #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant #valorant smut #vincent fabron

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seraphicalsuccubus · 12 days

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I agree with the other anonymous posts. You definitely would make a great trophy wife but also like the idea of you being a free use housewife hehe

but like ….

I wanna be BOTH !!!!!

like. I wanna be the hot little free use trophy housewife that all your friends WISH they had at home and are envious of you for having because, for one, I’m just that fucking hot and you get full free reign of using me whenever the urge strikes you, but also because I actually take care of you and cook for you and look after your mental health and well-being and take care of the pets and stuff every day and just make sure the house is taken care of and always well kept and clean and just … yeah lmao

BUT on the flip side, let’s look at the cons (to someone else, I don’t see them as cons bc I’m biased and think I’m pretty great but I’m usually too much for most people so clearly these are cons to some of y’all lmao)

I also take cat naps on and off ALL day to make up for never sleeping at night or I stay up for like 4 days straight and then crash for 18+ hours so I go silent during random periods of the day. and I game too, so I go into murderous rages while pvping or raiding in WoW so you’ll hear occasional incoherent frustrated shrieking/screaming or me talking a LOTTTTT of shit about both the opposing faction’s team AND my team and also go on random tangents to you about the game in general fairly often and not just while I’m playing (and I’ll try to get you to play with me so I can have someone to play with and not just mindlessly queue battlegrounds or pug raids the entire time I’m online and have more of a drive to do in game things aside from those lmao). and also other tangents about random things themselves since I do ramble a LOT bc I fall down so many ADHD rabbit holes and have so many fixations and learn about so much random fucking shit just because and love to share that odd knowledge with people and that’s like despite taking 60mg of adderall every day lmao. and I also like to hoard an overwhelming amount of house plants so our house will look like a jungle (and collect expensive and rare plants especially) and will cover the house in gothy decor and gothy kitchenware and gothy cat towers and gothy cat toys and dark elegant gothy curtains with nice drapey kinda valances and sheers and multiple layers to them and we have to have a pretty canopy around our bed so we can pull the curtains around the bed closed and like retreat from the rest of the world and just have our time together at night. and I like to raise moths and butterflies and I want to pin and preserve the next set of specimens I raise so I can display them but like as something that I made and raised and brought to life and shit so it has more meaning to me bc I was the one who did everything to raise and then preserve them rather than having them just be pretty bugs encased in resin that I bought online and shit. and I collect big stompy platform goth boots from Demonia and thigh high stiletto heeled boots from Pleaser and a lot of goth clothing and expensive lingerie and sex toys. and I also need the AC on like constantly bc I like being cold and I prefer bundling up to try and stay cozy in cold rooms (unless I’m actually too cold and really need a heat source, then I’ll cave and turn the AC off lol). and I need a game room with a nice desk for my laptop and my two monitors and a new pink and white gaming chair to match my pink gaming set up (and the white mouse I want to replace the pink one I have rn bc I feel like a pink keyboard, pink kitty ear headset, and pink mouse is too much pink in one concentrated area so I wanna break it up w a white mouse and white on my chair instead, maybe???) and lots of nice RGB lighting in the room and make it a cozy lil space that you can share with me bc I want it to be OUR game room. and you have to randomly duet songs with me like anything from fucking Frank Sinatra to Megan Thee Stallion to Motionless in White to fucking Irish drinking songs and bands like The Clancy Brothers or The Dropkick Murphy’s to assorted musicals to Lights to the Pop Goes Punk albums to Disney songs like you gotta vibe to the whole fuckin spectrum of music with me always lmao. and I also need a nice vanity with a beautiful and BIG lighted mirror for when I do all my makeup and when I remove the old color/bleach/dye my hair and you’d have to help me install my new extensions every like 2-3 months bc I refuse to go to a salon to get them installed so I’d have to teach you to do it and you’d have to pay attention to me very closely so you don’t fuck them up bc then it’ll be a pain in the ass to fix and I’ll be frustrated and upset and then you’ll be frustrated too and all that. oh and I’m also gonna con you into doing my regular daily skincare routine w me even if I have to buy you different products bc we have different skin types and also drag you into the shower/bath with me whenever I wanna shower or relax in the tub, and yeah so like …..

ya gotta REALLY be down w ALL that, and then some, for me to actually be a trophy wife to any of y’all bc I’m a bit eccentric and high maintenance lmao … 😅

#thankfully my man loves all that about me so I’m a lucky lil gal !!!#side note: bro since when is there a character limit on text posts wtf ???? it told me I wrote too much when I tried to continue LMAO #ask

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ubercharge · 3 months

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im not sure if anyone asked you yet, but thoughts on the dunmeshi anime?

thanks for asking! sometimes i forget i exist here as a person cuz i just log on to queue random stuff without making posts 💀

it's pretty rare for me to watch an anime without ever reading the manga, and there've been stellar adaptations recently. ONK, kisekoi, BTR, frieren, CSM just to name a few. in a landscape where we're used to being disappointed as readers who have a frame of reference before watching a show, i had very, very high hopes for the dunmeshi adaptations that weren't quite fulfilled.

i'll dump everything under a cut since i actually have a lot to say, sorry if you were expecting it to be brief 😎

the lines in the artistic style are good, nicely translating the characters into animated format. really no notes there. definitely a nicer comparison for char designs between manga and anime vs. tonsuki and tensura who both have incredible manga styles that the anime stumble over (though in the latter's case, i don't think they were aiming for it sadly)

the shading has been fine, but weakened by the colour choices. some of the dungeon scenes (e.g., living armour stuff) are lit with a medium blue which helps to sell the idea of the scene being in a place not lit by fire (and contrasts it with the making camp & cooking scenes), but the lack of dark shading flattens some of these very well-drawn images.

the earlier chapters don't have the same level of detail as newer ones, but the art style is still fantastic - it's expressive with high contrast and shows action and impact perfectly well. manga will often times have a naturally easier way with contrast due to it being in black & white, but i don't think that means anime should just give up on contrast in favour of playing ineffectively with colour.

here's a night shot of fern from frieren. the choices made here allow for the shading to stand out from the flats and give her more definition overall while still being relatively simple (just flats + shading)

when dunmeshi has more "normal" lighting conditions, it does a lot better. similar to fern up there, there's about the same amount of difference between the flats and shadows, so i really wish they did a better job on the dungeon scenes since they're going to have to deal with non-torchlit scenes plenty. i won't argue that the living armor scene certainly has some kind of a sickly, alien mood to it, but tl;dr i think it should've had darker shading if not also being less green. this largely applies to every other blue-green lit scene they've done.

looking at kui's coloured drawings in the ed gives me an idea of what could've been and it makes me sad to lose out on colour choices more similar to that (even if they obviously can't have her level of detail on top of it)

some of the backgrounds haven't been too interesting but some have been good, overall it's probably fine. plus you can only draw and detail repeating bricks so many times before the viewer gets bored of looking at them anyway, i guess.

the animation is really fun and expressive. it's trigger, so they don't keep scenes stiffly on-model when they want characters moving around. this is good because it helps to sell both action and comedy moments!

the music overall i haven't really cared for? the BGM has not been particularly moving, interesting, or memorable - mostly generic. and i've seen too many fantasy shows for my own good, so i might be harder to impress (but i even remember tenken had a good BGM song or two to make a fight dramatic and that show was barely above average at best)

i'm biased not being particularly into bump, so i would've selected a different artist for the OP (i actually did like the bump OP from SxF though, come to think of it). before anyone makes a wisecrack based on what i've watched lately, no it doesn't have to be yoasobi.

i maybe feel the ED song would've been better for the OP, i don't like the largely peaceful bit of the OP with very still visuals. the OP is where you reel people in! it should be an eye-catching hook, representative of what to expect with some extra sauce on top.

the ED is great, total bop. it's a fine time for slower visuals as an enjoyable wind-down from the episode, so less or no animation is no big deal. plus kui's art is absolutely gorgeous! it all perfectly fits that "end of work" fun and lighthearted mood they were going for.

i largely enjoy the voice acting. i would've personally gone for a less "old man" voice on senshi because he's really not that old for a dwarf, but they obviously wanted to make it clear he was the older, wiser, knowledgeable character.

this might be my own personally most blasphemous opinion, but i would've picked a different VA for falin. i want to make it clear i absolutely adore saori hayami - she's incredible and one of my faves. with that said, her voice fits the character, so maybe it's just because i've heard her too often which is not her fault by any means! i love the voices for laios, marcille, and chil.

it seems netflix's subs go off of the official EN TL of the manga, which makes sense, but i've talked about how i don't like it more than ehscans' TL (which is one of the single best TLs i've read for a series, official or otherwise) and that holds true for the anime ("mad sorcerer" is cooler AND less clunky than "lunatic magician"). i prefer less localisation stuff and/or quirkiness in my subs and more direct translation for both manga and anime.

as for the changes/additions they've made to the show, some of them have been alright and some i didn't care for. they really want to sell marcille as the funny joke character which is why they had her being chased by the basilisk instead of having doni & fionil like it was in the manga which was better for the pacing and had good impact vs a funny clip of marcille running back and forth.

i don't dislike when adaptations add or change stuff, but placing them cleanly is important. dunmeshi is already really funny! i don't think it needs help being funnier by reaching for the cheap laugh. when laios sees two people running for their lives from a basilisk and he just goes "wow that's a bad way to run from that monster", it's already lowkey hilarious - all the more so followed by marcille telling mr. monster-know-it-all to go rescue them if he knows what's up and him rescuing them by making himself big and chicken squawking real loud (which embarrasses marcille and chil, but c'mon guys, at least his idea worked!). i feel like the comedy in laios' funny hero moment is undercut by forcing the marcille butt of the joke moment in the anime.

dunmeshi is already incredibly good at just about everything it does. i feel if an adaptation wants to add or change something, it's often better amplifying a strength or shoring up a weakness in the source material. BTR adds a lot to the source (not hard considering the source is a 4koma) and makes already funny things even funnier. the "we should all get social media" scene is elevated to iconic status with the visual of bocchi glitching out + the VA's inhuman screech. i can't say where i'd really want to change or add stuff to dunmeshi, since it really feels so good and whole, but i'm sure there's room in the process of translating manga panels to animated scenes, and i think the direction overall could've been better (comparing most shows to BTR isn't fair i know because BTR is directed & adapted so well it's hydrogen bomb vs. coughing baby territory)

i've mostly said negative stuff, but i don't want it to sound like i hate or even really dislike the adaptation. i think when it comes to a series you really love, you want to see the best adaptation possible within reason, and the disappointment of stuff not being quite what you were hoping for is amplified by so many other recent adaptations being so good.

dunmeshi does not have a bad anime by any means, but a lot of that is thanks to the source material's quality. if they do another season, i hope they have more time/budget/whatever because i think a lot of the parts it does have are good parts! but in this case, i wasn't hoping for good; i was hoping for great.

trigger makes great shows with wacky storylines (in some ways, the same one wacky storyline, but that's a different discussion) and dunmeshi, being directed by someone who's worked on a bunch of trigger stuff (largely sci-fi leaning), maybe needed some more direction from people who've worked on fantasy stuff? i can't say for sure what would've been enough to take the show over the top, but though i generally don't hope for much from adaptations, i really did have higher hopes for this one than it ended up achieving.

overall it seems i'll end up scoring the show a 7 or 7.5 when i finish the season, though there's certainly still room to wow us all. whatever you feel about the adaptation, whether you liked it or not, whether or not you've read the manga, feel free to comment your thoughts below or in my inbox. let's keep it free of manga spoils for anime-only watchers, though!

#sorry this is REALLY long #ask answer #anon #i've been busy with TEA in ffxiv but i'll try to post more!

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freaky-munson · 2 years

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hi guys!! it is a little bit different than what i had in mind during writing it’s teaser but i couldn’t bring myself to make it that angsty - if you want more heartbreaking version let me know

story that began in high school when steve was still an asshole

steve harrington x reader

warnings: angst; slight fluff in the end

words: 2,794

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there were many things Steve Harrington regretted in his 19 years old life. he was sure that great amount of them he didn’t even remember properly, spending most of his high school years partying and drinking till unconsciousness.

the thing what would make him cringe the most was dating Nancy - at least dating Nancy that long to make her call him and their whole relationship bullshit; he knew it was mistake, almost from the beginning of their relationship. he saw the longing looks either Nancy or Jonathan would send each other. but of course he chose to ignore it due to his “King Steve” era - because how could he, the most handsome, funny and athletic guy lose a Hawkins’ princess to some weird loser.

sometimes he wished he befriended other people. tommy and carol were bullies from the beginning, laughing at others’ expense - that flag should be red enough to stop him from hanging out with them. although, then what? he would be left alone, with no one to talk with during lunch, maybe some guys would even plead to remove him from basketball team because “he wasn’t in the clique anymore” and that - besides swimming team - was the only thing bringing him joy those days.

the only thing he left in the dark parts of his memories was brief romance with shy girl in sophomore year of high school. he felt kind of bad that he didn’t even try to learn her last name, maybe that was his way of coping with this whole blue situation; in that sad part of his life where he was real asshole, with capital A, he didn’t have any thoughts of trying to reach the girl, trying to ease the situation.

„Why can’t you just say it?!”

“I have nothing left”

“Are fucking kidding me? You go around telling all of our friends some fucked up shit about me and you dare to lie straight to my face that you don’t have anything against me?”

“It isn’t fucked up shit if it’s 100% sure! Why would I use my energy to talk to you when you never listened to me? It’s surprising that you pulled your head out of your selfish ass and actually paid attention to others!”

“You know what - I don’t fucking care anymore. We are done. I’m so tired of you belittling me and trying to gaslight me. I hope that you will grow up someday, Steve.”

“If I knew you were such a bitch, I would never agreed to take that bet. If Tommy didn’t pay me 50 bucks you would always remain that sad, insecure virgin that no one wants. So be glad cause I actually made you a little bit desired. Cause you couldn’t do that on your own, obviously.”

there was no shame in admitting that, no point in lying; because in the end it was true and everybody was aware of it.

now, after getting his own ass beaten intermittently in the past made him act with hint of humility. perhaps it was his slightly crooked nose from being broken one too many times that made him think about fucking this stupid hierarchy, learn some compassion, start to actually think about his future rather than live in the present, spending daddy’s money and sleeping around with every volunteering girl.

was that new lifestyle worth all the hustle? one could say no, it cost him his title, popularity, long queue of waiting girls. for steve though, it was refreshing, the wake up call he needed for the long time.

and that helped him actually find good friends; robin who he worked with, who was big part in his change; dustin getting the role of younger brother who felt more like his family than his own blood parents; nancy and jonathan - what made him the most surprised - they were huge help with correcting his SATs results to get him better chance at college. even eddie munson worked his way into close friends group.

maybe earlier he was treated with more seriousness and some weird teenage respect - being the person all guys wanted to be and all girls wanting to be with. right now when he was called dingus, mom of the group, the hair, the best babysitter - he didn’t mind; he knew that it was all meant in love, fun, it had sincere tone, not like the previous praises.

did he ever think about repairing his mistakes? yes, he mend amends with byers boy, even upgraded from enemies to neutral acquaintances with one and only billy hargrove.

albeit his conscience wasn’t peaceful yet. his heart and soul couldn’t deal with the fact of this one ill-fated bet that made that pretty girl leave town. cause he knew that no coincidence would magically take place in the same time his harsh and cruel words did just to make him feel better.

he asked about her his girl-friends; both of them heard rumours, even knew personally y/n but in the end only the pair knew what exactly happened. even then, y/n remained as sweet as she was the whole time, never wanting to harm anyone the way she was treated. it only made steve feel even worse; how could he behave like that? not remembering anything specific about the girl, besides few little happy, now seeming meaningless moments, didn’t stop him from constantly having flashbacks of these hurtful words. and wishing he would do it all again, but differently.

what made him shiver was the fact that at that moment he almost meant every single word.

because if asked what was she like, he would immediately answer “beautiful like an angel, with even prettier smile”; because of course he was aware of her beauty and disgusting comments of her body, connected to this fact, he heard almost daily in the men locker room

“i would fuck her bare, i’m sure her cunt is like a wonderful glove”

“have you seen her boobs? she could suffocate me with them”

“and that juicy ass, if she won’t give herself to my fortunately i know a way”

as much as he was a jerk, he was respectful; and talking about any girl that objectifing way made him mad. so when the opportunity came he firstly agreed to that “ask her out” bet. in a way he wanted to be a hero, but part of him wanted to get her, to make him look even more like a king in peers’ eyes.

but besides the part of her being not desirable, at that moment his 16 years old self was almost sure he was telling the truth.

they had multiple fights earlier, as any young couples, he couldn’t count how many times carol and tommy were breaking up and getting back together.

but the arguments weren’t the worst. what he mostly disliked about the girl was how genuine she was; she was selfish but in the way steve was jealous about - she fought for herself, if she set her mind on something, she would do it. but her slight egoism didn’t hurt anyone - unlike his.

y/n was actually gradually making him better version of himself; she introduced him to her friends, who were way more pleasant than his own; she forced him to learn and read more. at first he didn’t mind, it was nice change of environment, the problems started to build up when those amendments have been seen by tommy and the rest. steve, having no parents around, wanting some kind of appreciation, couldn’t been seen as a pussy. it was around that time were he stared rumours about her being freak in the sheets, describing her body in detailed way, shown for his eyes only.

when she didn’t like those, he stared calling her slut and bitchy prude, not knowing how to have fun; to make it worse, all the new friends she made during her relationship with steve turned her back to her, valuing their reputation over the truth the girl wanted to share.

the fight where he screamed at her was the day he admitted to himself that he stared to fall for the girl. but he couldn’t, it was only a bet and his great “friends” would eat him alive if he backed out of this challenge; it would also bring more prats her way, trying to mount her just to show their toxic masculinity. then he did what he thought was the best - he pushed her away, made her less attractive to other people, running away from responsibilities. just because he was not man enough to abandon his toxic friends to choose girl who made him feel hundreds times happier.

so after almost these 3 years, he still told himself that he actually saved her. those words they threw around during the breakup which led the girl away were for him just a small price for this high award of peers’ acceptance and girl’s freedom from creeps.

only that allowed him to forget and hide this in the back of his mind.

to be honest, he had no idea what he would say to y/n if she came back to hawkins; “i’m sorry” in this situation seemed almost stupid; it couldn’t take back any pain the girl experienced that day. he destroyed her self-confidence to the point, she would rather pack her bags and leave for some private school

and y/n really tried to be tough; she has been building her bad, stone cold bitch image for the whole first half of the high school. but these words hit her hard. hard enough to make her decision to leave Hawkins for private school so much easier.

would she change her decision if she had a chance? maybe. she left her friends, her family, her whole life. but it the end she was glad; hawkins was small, sometimes suffocating. and new york? it opened so much new perspectives. new friends, new environment, new teachers. college now seemed like a beautiful continuation of the dream, not the only way to escape small town life.

it also made her think about this whole steve situation; after moving in to her dorm, she had plenty time to think. even when the boy hurt her incredibly she couldn’t bring herself to hate him; in those little moment of his sincerity, she saw that he was small, insecure boy with no support from his closest family. it took her a little more time to forgive him but in the end she did. ‘make love, not war’ they said.

but with this whole understanding came curiosity; she had just one question; why?

fortunately for her, less for him, she had quite opportunity to came back to indiana. she couldn’t imagine not being able to participate in her dearest older sister’s wedding day.

hawkins didn’t specifically change; it still was a small town, full of family houses and this hint of mysteriousness; as it was nearing the end of summer it was full of teenagers and young adults trying to enjoy their last free days;

y/s/n being the introvert her whole life, didn’t want his huge bridal party what only could make her feel anxious and uncomfortable - so y/n being this great sister planned a rom com movie night in the recess of their peaceful backyard.

the obvious place to get the movies was family video. as she wasn’t aware of this new steve era, all the more so she was shocked to see harrington there; was it another stupid bet of his?

but seeing him honestly smiling and bickering with the short haired girl, made her not so sure. did the miracle happen and steve harrington actually become nice and somewhat normal person?

“well mr harrington this is the last place i would imagine seeing you in. and additionally as a worker? actually you may be human not walking ass!” the happy joking tone of her voice made steve almost jump out of his body; was the heat so big that he fainted and it was all in his dream? why it appeared now a after so much time?

“y/n?”

“in the flesh! how are you?”

steve didn’t like it; he was aware that she was one of the nicest people alive, only wearing mask of cold bitch, but he couldn’t believe she was actually nice to him.

“been good. been better, worse too. you cut your hair.”

y/n smiled a little; she knew that the boy was feeling like in some weird ass dream, his face now was much more expressive than when he was 16 years old, only starting to become a young man.

“yeah, i thought that it would match more the whole new york vibe. i’m actually glad i met you though.”

“i’m sorry but i’m not going to pretend it’s normal situation anymore.” removing his vest he turned his head to his coworker and grabbed his car keys from the cupboard “i’m taking my lunch break. and we are going to talk”

shrugging her shoulders, y/n followed her ex boyfriend to his car. the somehow pleasant silence taking place in the car made their drive to local diner seemed almost like they were some best friends, never needing to talk to understand each other.

“i don’t want to seem more jerkish than i already am in your eyes, but what game are you playing?”

“steve, i don’t know what you mean. i made a slight mistake of leaving abruptly, not wanting to resolve our problems by communication as we should. i want to know the reason why we didn’t made it through.”

“y/n, we didn’t survive because i was a stupid boy. there was no chance because as much as i cared about you then, i cared about popularity more. how can you still talk to me after all those things i said. after the bet i took. are you trying to get revenge? go for it, cause so you know, i kinda grew up, just as you asked me. i reflected my life and i have been so disappointed in myself that it made me realise that i’m not surprised that for such a long time i didn’t have real friends. so whatever you do, won’t even hurt me any more than i already hurt myself.”

y/n was surprised; she never thought about some revenge; it was stupid, childish and unnecessary. she believed in second chances. she saw them as new, blank piece of paper to write a new story

“i’m not here for revenge. i just wanted the whole picture, not only my assumptions. which may be stupid, cause i’m hanging onto something from time long ago. to be honest i knew about the bet from the beginning. it wasn’t natural for one of the most popular boys go for quiet, bookwormish girl. just i’m curious why did you lie to whole school? as i remember being slut and prude was quite accomplishment” steve clearly saw that the girl was still as genuine as she was then. her eyes were laughing, telling him she overworked all that high school drama and was above it. he just couldn’t understand why she forgave him that easily “i see that you are still beating yourself with all of this. i really forgave you. i cherish those moments where you showed me your true self, i clearly see in you right now, because it helped me understand that it wasn’t you in that moment”

“as cheesy as i may sound, i chose to cut you to protect you. from myself for the most part. i stared to fall for you, and it was something new. feelings i have never felt before, which have never been shown to me. besides as i mentioned i cared about my status so when guys stared to mock me for falling in love with you, i tried to defend my honour in return ruining yours. and i’m really sorry for that. hearing what those other guys said about you, made my blood boil, so i tried to remove their attention from you, shitty way i know.”

“i cared about you too. even then where you treated me like shit. maybe we should talk then, like normal, adult people”

“except that we weren’t adults then, at least i wasn’t. even now i don’t think i have an adult mindset like you”

“it takes years of practice dear friend. i think i want to really get to know your new personality steve harrington. now that there is no obstacles in our way.”

“you know what, i think that’s a great idea. can i tell you a secret?” y/n nodded vigorously smiling like and idiot “in my nice moments i always had a feeling our story won’t end where it stopped 3 years ago”

“i will tell you a secret too. in our cute little moments i always thought we were meant to be forever.”

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FAR OUT AT SEA

"Shiro is determined to know if the new human research base is a risk for his fellow merfolk with the help of a marine biologist and research intern Adam."

rating: T

pairing: Adam/Shiro

tags: Adam (Voltron) Shiro (Voltron), Keith for half a line but he is there, Merman Shiro, Everyone lives, First Meetings, plot-driven action, Alternate Universe Merpeople, Canon-Typical Violence

This fic is part of the Once Upon the Seashore PDF (get it for free on my Ko-fi)

Chapter 3 of 4

Or that was the plan. Unfortunately, there were cameras Shiro didn't discover on time and sensors he could not avoid. Before he could destroy more than half the machines, he was captured.

The superior officers tried to hide the havoc from the cadets, researchers, and interns. However, the damage was considerable, and, soon enough, soon enough the whole base’s personnel was moving.

With his heart about to break through his chest, Adam ran towards Shiro's quarters and found them empty. At that moment he knew that a suspicious incident down in the deepest, more classified parts of the whole facility was thanks to one single person. How could Shiro go behind Adam’s back? the one person who has been helping him, after all the things they've discovered together. But if Shiro was really involved, doing so would be more dangerous than anything they’d been discovering before. Steeling himself, Adam resorted to going with the rest of the staff and waiting, turning off any suspicions for when it would be easier to sneak around.

He didn't find anything in the higher-up offices, the security rooms, or the storage units, which made him restless. It didn't make much sense to look for Shiro deeper down the base, but since they were being so careful and all out of better ideas, Adam went there.

The way there was painfully quiet, but he knew, thanks to the planes they uncovered early on, that there was a huge walk-in fridge at the bottom of the marine biology lab internal dock, which was used to store big tanks in a queue for cleaning.

Adam almost forgot how to breathe. There were temporary cameras and alarms set in place so he could not come closer, but there was no mistake, that face was Shiro's face with pointy fins in the place of ears, sporting a very new very deep cut on the bridge of his nose. It was Shiro but all the way down in his shoulders in his arms shiny dark purple scales, all the way down to… to a lustrous dark flying fishtail. Adam had to do a mental double-take.

Mermaids were real and Shiro was one of them. Mermaids, merfolk, merpeople, a merman. In front of him.

This was beyond anything Adam could imagine or dream. It also… made sense, somehow? No wonder Shiro had so much random deep knowledge of marine life, no wonder he asked stuff about their operation. Above all, no wonder he was so invested in unveiling whatever the base was doing in the middle of the ocean. Probably this was his home first and they were invading!

Adam was still frozen in place, wishing nothing more than to see that familiar and other-worldly face up close and to be able to talk to Shiro about everything he had seen while living deep in the sea, knowing that the truth was so much wilder than anything he ever imagined. It all would have to wait, though. Shiro was bruised and seemed heavily drugged, he needed Adam's help.

The few officials with enough clearance were probably afraid and had decided to guard Shiro with machines only, probably wary of the reaction any soldier would have upon seeing a real merman. An actual merman! Adam couldn't wrap his head around it yet. Forcing himself to function, he dug in his memory for the passwords and system protocols he had learned while trying to breach the security measures with Shiro the days prior, and after a lot of tinkering and mumbled cursing, he managed to loop the key cameras and cut the flow of sedatives. Hoping Shiro was not too sensitive to changes in pH and temperature of the water, Adam connected the nearest water supply to replace the whole tank, dumping the contaminated liquid in another nearby.

Shiro stirred up after a while. He blinked heavily, disoriented, and bumped into the glass by accident, which made him scowl. Instead of trashing or causing a ruckus, though, Shiro shook his head vigorously and used his hands to explore the limits of the tank. Frozen in place, still unnoticed, Adam could see Shiro had membranes between his fingers.

It was truly incredible.

While Adam, mesmerized, stared at him, Shiro reached the upper edge of the tank and struggled to remove the lid… lid that was locked with a bolt placed outside the tank. Damn, what was Adam doing? He swiftly approached to remove the bolt, startling Shiro.

“Sorry!” Adam said, unsure of what he was apologizing for.

As soon as the lid was removed Shiro took his head out of the water.

“...Hey” he added quietly, something between a greeting and acknowledgment of the new situation between them.

Shiro got his upper half body out of the tank and quickly crawled helping himself with his hand through the shallow water, following the drain into the marine biology lab main pool. It didn't look like the first time he has gotten himself in this kind of situation, very different from the helplessly drugged-up merman Adam first saw moments ago floating in the tank but not a little less impressive. Dumbfounded, Adam followed him, mindful of not stepping on his fins.

“Do you think you can open the gate to the cetacean interaction pool?” Shiro asked once he got comfortable in the marine biology pool, "There is a hatch towards the open waters at the bottom of this, I think.”

“Takashi.”

Shiro turned to finally see him. Adam had a million questions and the full awareness of that being the worst moment to ask any of them.

“Adam, I'm sorry,” Shiro said before Adam could gather his thoughts, there was a plea in his tone “you understand why I didn't tell you, right? No one is supposed to know.”

Adam knew that was exactly the case, yet he needed to understand.

“I…” he stuttered. It was hard to find of a single thing to say, their situation was far more complicated than the unnamed thing they’d been dancing around since they met.

Then they could hear the sound of people approaching.

“Shit. I'll open the gate” Without losing a second, Adam ran towards the control panel and initiated the opening sequence. Shiro swam towards the sluice gate, ready to escape as soon as the pool got filled with enough water for the doors to open.

“They can’t find you here,” Shiro's worried tone traveled over the sound of the water rushing into the pool, “And… don't tell anybody I was an intern, they usually can’t put two and two together and realize we can shift forms.”

“Who's there?!” someone yelled from afar, “WHO IS THERE!?” the voice repeated while the footsteps came to a halt and the clicking of guns echoed in the corridor.

“GO!” Shiro shouted.

– o –

Adam could only run back inside the walk-in fridge, hiding behind all the tanks. He heard a crowd breaking into the lab, their gasps and curses upon finding Shiro, and many fierce screams and hits. There was a loud splash and many people yelled stuff like “Don't let him get away” and “Grab the UUVs.”

It was over after a few more seconds of whirring, clashing, and swearing. Curled in his hiding place, Adam couldn't help a sense of dread. Could Shiro really run away unscathed? Judging by the officer's cursing and rapid exit toward the upper levels, Shiro might have been lucky this time. When Adam determined it was safe enough to go out of hiding, the faint pink tint on the pool and the trail of blood made his stomach churn.

Adam was just an irrelevant intern, but he was determined to do everything he could to help. Lucky is not enough, He had to make sure Shiro was not followed, his secret his people were not going to be easily hunted if he could help it.

Shaking his commotion off, he ran to erase any and all evidence of Shiro's existence, both as a human and as a merman And the last two hours have to be complete confusion. He tinkered with all the cameras, he stole all the files from the archives, he threw away the clothes, the food in the fridge, he burned the notebooks and fake IDs. While wiping out any mention of Shiro from the base, he wished he could wipe his memories as well. It was the sensible thing to do. The best thing to do. Shiro was something -someone- too amazing -too special- to be forced to be apart from his true home in the name of science or in the name of Adam's dumb feelings. He would never see Shiro again, and he'd better be at peace with that reality sooner than later.

With all evidence lost, the whole ordeal was officially brushed off as a freaky accident, something about a faulty engine exploding that didn't really make sense but was better than proclaiming a mermaid had come to destroy half the equipment of a supposedly super secure military base. The mess was picked up, the very few people implicated were bribed and then relocated, and nothing was said about the incident again, going down in everyone’s memories as a cryptid sighting at best and not more serious than that.

Left adrift among all that chaos and all his plans for the future shattered, Adam ended up accepting a new position at an institute that had nothing to do with the one he originally aimed for, located on land where he could still see the shore from the lab's window.

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death-himself · 3 months

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ok season finale thoughts

THANK GOD they put in Luke training Percy, honestly that's a change I really like. The medium of film allows you to do flashbacks like that, and that's a really good change. they had me worried but thank god

I started checking how long things were for this episode to determine how I felt about pacing, the Ares fight was roughly 6 minutes long. For a 40 minute episode I think that's decent, but I still wish it were longer

the entire fight I thought they were on the beach in CA, so I was very confused when the Montauk cabin was there until later in the ep T-T

thinking about it though, the pearls teleporting them to Montauk is a nice change, especially since this Poseidon explicitly cares more about Sally

why were annabeth and grover trying to argue to keep the bolt?? that just...did I misread that scene what the fuck why

I guess it was just because they were worried about percy dying but like, it felt weird

that first shot of olympus, just incredible, loved that

the throne room...kind of underwhelming

BUT i paused for like 5 minutes counting the thrones, there are 11 and then a HEARTH FOR HESTIA I CANT I LOVE THAT

hestia gives away her throne to dionysus, so it doesn't make much sense, but since dionysus is at camp most of the time I think that works. plus I just love hestia so no complaints about that

Zeus is the first god to actually feel like a god, wish Hades also felt that way, but loved Zeus

rest in peace Lance Reddick, he was perfect in my opinion, I think it'll be hard to top him

the switch to Ancient Greek was cool, also really appreciated that they used the proper pronunciation of the gods' names (at least I think it's the proper pronunciation)

the throne room scene felt very similar to the book, so I'm pretty happy with it

they changed annabeth's hairstyle the second she got to camp lol

the aphrodite and athena cabins saw her come back alive and was like "awright time for a makeover" she was there for like 20 minutes max

I know a lot of people have been talking about how dark the show is, but as someone who hasn't been having that problem, the fireworks made those shots look so cool

I really hope people having that problem are also able to see in that scene, because the lighting is just so nice

AND THEY DID THE FUCKIN THING AGAIN Percy figuring out Luke so quickly, I got so mad, can this kid be tricked once

ok, how I would've done that scene so it's still somewhat the same but more interesting: they start going over the lines in the prophecy, they reach the betrayal line, queue a slow look of realization from Percy, swelling dramatic music, then maybe have Luke realize Percy's figuring it out and he trips Percy to the ground and pull out the scorpion

fuck the tell don't show thing they're doing, Percy didn't have to outright say, "o you stole the bolt" WALKER'S A GREAT ACTOR have him have that look of realization with the audience, he's shown he has the acting skills to pull that off really damn well

anyway Luke's "I'm here to recruit line" was my favorite part of that scene, that line felt scary

and I know they were probably going for a parallel of them training in the woods earlier vs actually fighting each other, but that didn't really feel necessary to be honest, we didn't really need that fight scene

and Annabeth revealing herself and Luke visibly panicking, I liked that too

this scene had a lot of cool things, but the way we got to that was disappointing

dionysus straight up not realizing percy's name wasn't peter wasn't funny to me at first, but now I'm realizing he was probably trolling so I can get behind that scene lol

that man definitely knew percy's real name and has always been actively choosing not to use it

they changed Annabeth's hair again, I'm in love. so ready for her to have a different hairstyle every season

that dream sequence felt a little unnecessary and it confused me a bit, but I'm alright with it

sally writing down everything kronos is saying in his dreams, love that

how they killed off gabe is exactly how I was expecting them to after watching the first couple episodes. and him wanting to pick the lock after Sally changed them makes him even worse. Having him try to do that along with looking through a package not addressed to him, PLUS him not even living there anymore. All that shittiness put right before him turning to stone definitely made it feel deserved

I came away from this episode not entirely satisfied, but content. This episode felt the most book-accurate to me, both events-wise and tonally. And I think that's because the chapters it's based off are the most serious in the book, so with the new tone the show's taking, it fits right in

I'm gonna make another post about my thoughts on the season overall, but I think I'm gonna rewatch the whole thing first

#pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo disney+#pjo disney+ spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers

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bonesandlight · 1 year

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Chapter One- Teaser Fanfic - Skyrim Brynjolf

“Seeing the lost once more.”

Brynjolf was at the stand. Again.

He didn’t mind playing the conman, that was really no problem. What he did mind, however, was that every time he had to sit there waiting for buyers, he got to thinking.

He frequently thought about the Guild. It was his responsibility to keep it going, especially with how busy Mercer is, and always seems to be. (Not that he could handle talking to people anyway. He’d be dead after one meeting alone with Maven, that’s for sure.)

But after he combed through most everything with the Guild, he started thinking about the past. He’s gotten used to those familiar faces flashing in his head, along with the stabs of grief. He could usually bury those before they became problems.

Not this time, though.

He felt heavy in his chest and leaned on the stand, nudging a few Falmer Elixirs away.

Ever since he found Mercer crying at the flagon, he’s been pretty unstable. And I mean, the way Mercer talked would’ve plagued anyone’s mind. He kept saying how much he missed Gallus and hated Karliah, even after all these years - how he didn’t know how much longer he could take care of the Guild.

He sighed.

Must've had too many drinks.

He quickly buried the pressure and dread he felt, looking for some sort of distraction. He observed his surroundings. The sun was setting, setting a warm golden glow across the town centre. The sale stands were set in a small circle surrounded by stone walls with little walkways.

The circle that made the town centre was built around a well, and the town around the centre was filled with dark wood houses and buildings. There was a direct walkway to the Jarl's palace.

This was something he'd seen a hundred times. Not an optimal distraction to be honest.

And right on queue, he saw a curious figure turn the corner of the Bee and Barb.

They looked strong- but kind. As they walked, they took some time to crouch down and admire the flowers around the bars’ entrance.

While he watched them, he had soft flashes of false memories, as if forgotten dreams or visions from another life resurfaced, then vanished as quickly as they appeared.

When he collected himself he saw them get back up, carrying some of the purple flowers, and look his way. There was a familiar gleam in their eyes, like they knew him… and were glad to see him.

His heart gave a happy jump, like he was seeing an old lover for the first time in years.

Oh I really wish I hadn’t said lover. He thought.

The person smiled at him, ever so slightly, and then turned to talk to Mjoll. He started to think if he knew them but quickly shut it down.

Remember lad, His conscience reminded, You just need to sell elixirs. Focus.

And recruit new members. Another piece of him offered.

Ah.

He looked at the way they held themselves. They were light on their feet, showing a very good knack for stealth. Their fingers had a delicate touch, indicating dexterity. They could be invaluable to the Guild.

A flash of one of those visions appeared, but he couldn’t make out what it was before it was gone again.

He did pull one piece of informat ion though.

Derivs. That's their name.

It's just your imagination. Stay. Focused. He insisted to himself. No more distractions.

You're right, you're right. No more distractions. I cant afford to go through all that again.

A memory of a face from 12 years ago, when he said the exact same thing to himself and immediately did the opposite.

He hated when his brain did that.

Ignoring that thought he analyzed the stranger, or Derivs, further while trying to smother whatever he was discerningly not feeling.

They did look quite rich, based on the armour they wore. The craftsmanship on said armour was top-tier, defining the persons’ chest and abs like a marble sculpture, not to mention the rings that glimmered like stars on their soft-looking hands. The gold and diamond necklace they wore draped perfectly, resting on their heart.

He couldn’t but imagine how accurately the armour contoured to their body.

Come on, lad, pull yourself together. He thought to himself again.

He steeled his nerves and thought up a plan to talk to them.

But it's just to get them to buy an elixir. He swore to himself.

Yeah, like they'd be stupid enough to buy it anyway. Another part of him scoffed.

They walked a bit closer, admiring the city, especially the temple of Mara. He momentarily wondered if they were a devotee.

Everything seemed all too familiar, just looking at them seized him with deja-vu, and his heart fluttered like the hundreds of butterflies that filled Riftens’ marketplace.

No. No no no no no. Brynjolf, we know how bad of an idea this is. Don't do this to yourself.

I'm not doing anything. I haven't even spoken to them yet. He retaliated.

He would think this is just the same feeling he had for one night stands, but people he just wanted to sleep with didn't make him all nervous. (In fact they usually made him arrogant.) So he could safely say this is going to be a relevant problem.

For a moment, he considered if he shouldn't speak to them at all, knowing it might save him the time and pain.

He looked back at Derivs, not noticing how easily he got comfortable with calling them that, and saw them take a deep breath and relax their shoulders.

He instinctively did the same, not realizing he was mimicking them.

The person then walked into the marketplace centre, and Brynjolf knew it was now or never.

Before he even said a word, in a split second decision, he decided to recruit them. In hindsight, it wasn't the best change of course to make with no planning at all.

He'd follow his usual intro with new recruits while he thought something up. The person was just standing there, looking around as if waiting for something.

"Never done an honest day's work for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?"

Now, he'll admit, he had no clue if Derivs was a lass or lad, but it just felt right to call them lass. He couldn't explain it if he wanted to.

"I'm sorry, what?" They replied.

It was in a tone he couldn't discern, as if they were making a reference and not just in a conversation.

"I'm saying you got the coin, but you didn't earn a septim of it honestly, I can tell." Brynjolf said, trying and failing to keep the way he was looking at them subtle.

"What do you mean?" They asked, making Brynjolf feel like they were amused by his unwilling gaze.

"Look how you sniffed out my little scheme at the North Gate. You knew it was a shakedown and you called him on it. That's what I'm talking about." He replied, tonally indicating his impression.

"So the guard at the North Gate was your man?" They questioned again.

"Aye, that he was. And you sniffed him out because he broke one of the cardinal rules of our business... he got greedy." Brynjolf hesitated. "He was told to run the scam on merchants, but he smelled the gold on you and his judgement went out the window."

Brynjolf could absolutely understand judgement going out the window for a seemingly foolish ideal.

Another memory of a long lost face appeared, and he shut down that train of thought, diverting his attention.

"Actually, I… admire how you handled the situation. You kept your cool and you didn't kill him. That's the mark of a professional thief."

They smiled at him and even the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, taking his breath away in the meantime.

BRYNJOLF. His mind shouted. You better stop this before something really bad happens. You know how this ends, why cant you learn your damn lesson?

It took everything in him not to sigh. Of course, that was right. He really couldn't learn his lesson.

There was living proof right in front of him that he probably never would.

Bloody moons, everytime. His mind complained.

"So all it takes to be a master thief is to not take other thieves seriously?" They asked, jokingly.

He laughed. "Aye, if they're not on your side." He looked into their eyes, feeling a connection. It was awful he didn't know whether to feel dread or not.

They smiled again and took a deep breath, looking away. "Well, even though you're right, my wealth is none of your business."

Oh shit. He completely forgot to make up a test to recruit them.

He quickly spoke, mainly to stall but also to keep them around. "That's where you're wrong, lass. Wealth is my business."

After combing through a few other options he decided that Brand-Shei has been kind of a nuisance lately, and Maven wanted him out of her hair anyway.

The person hesitated for a second, studying Brynjolf in a way that almost made it hard for him to figure out a plan.

Now he knew every stand had a strongbox underneath (mainly because he'd stolen quite a few things from there) and that Madesi had a silver ring that was a family heirloom, covered with carved inscriptions of the family history. Seeing as it was entirely unique, everyone would know whose it was. It was perfect.

Well, perfect enough for a plan made up in 2 seconds.

"Maybe you'd like a taste?"

A smirk came across their face. "What did you have in mind?"

"I've got a little errand to perform, but I need an extra pair of hands. And in my line of work, extra hands are well paid." As he replied, he had a feeling they weren't here for money.

"What do I have to do?"

They stepped closer, being fully positioned towards him. He ignored his heart speeding up.

"Simple... I'm going to cause a distraction and you're going to steal Madesi's silver ring from a strongbox under his stand. Once you have it, I want you to place it in Brand-Shei's pocket without him noticing." He saw their eyebrows flick in an understanding manner and he barely withheld a smile.

"Why place the ring on Brand-Shei?" They asked, shifting their weight onto their other leg.

Uh oh. He'd only come up with the plan, not the why.

Of course lass would be too smart to take instructions for granted. He mused to himself.

"There's someone that wants to see him put out of business permanently. That's all you need to know."

They raised an eyebrow at him, he needed to shut this down. "Now, you tell me when you're ready and we'll get started."

He felt he dodged that question pretty well, but he kept it in the back of his mind for investigation anyway.

"I'm ready, let's get started." They sounded ready and eager, so he wasn't going to second guess them.

"Good. Wait until I start the distraction and then show me what you're made of."

He was prepared to be amazed. He had already studied their capabilities and found it likely they were proficient, now he just needed to see it.

He grabbed an elixir and launched into a speech, being momentarily stalled and argued by Brand-Shei.

Well, he can't impede on business in prison now, can he?

He watched Derivs out of the corner of his eye.

They just casually walked past Madesi and went straight behind his stand. Only when Derivs put the key in the lock that he realized he had pickpocketed it from Madesi in that passing moment.

He was startled into pure amazement by their skill and casual demeanor, but he knew this wasn't all.

Derivs emptied the strongbox, as a good thief would, and covered their tracks. They even re-locked the sliding door.

What a skilled lass I've found myself. He admired.

Next they walked along the stone circle wall, to right behind Brand-Shei. The dark elf was sitting on some boxes so it would be simple for Derivs to slip the ring in his pocket.

They leaned on the boxes left of Brand-Shei, leaving their right hand free to make the transfer.

And after not even a second, Derivs nodded to him, indicating they succeeded. He would've guessed they did this exact scheme hundreds of times with how quickly and easily they succeeded.

"Come back tomorrow if you wish to buy!" He shouted to the crowd as they dispersed.

He preemptively grabbed the payment for their help, reasoning it could save time and reduce suspicion.

Derivs immediately walked back to Brynjolf, and he couldn't help but praise them.

"Looks like I chose the right person for the job." He said with a grin.

They smiled back at him and his heartstrings tugged ever so slightly. "Oh, and here you go. Your payment, just as I promised."

Neither of them broke eye contact when he handed over the coins, and neither of them addressed the way they grazed hands and lingered a bit either.

"The way things have been going around here, it's a relief that our plan went off without a hitch." He said in an effort to break the tension.

"What's been going on?" Derivs asked.

"Bah. My organization's been having a run of bad luck, but I suppose that's how it goes." He saw the mildly grim look on their face and changed the subject, "But never mind that. You did the job and you did it well." Derivs stood a little taller and lost the grim look. He felt slightly satisfied at the way he changed their mood.

He momentarily considered asking their real name, but decided against it. He wanted to call them Derivs, he knew it was their name.

It felt right.

"Best of all," he continued, "there's more where that came from, if you think you can handle it."

"I can handle it." They said solidly.

He would've taken their word for it, just by the way they spoke, but he did want to see if those muscles weren't just for show.

"All right then. Let’s put that to the test."

#Brynjolf #skyrim #dragonborn #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #romance #fanfic writer #writer

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 8 months

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Let's Rewind! Toasts watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 9: A Pretty Spy

Y'know I would've thought this was the Bokar episode, but obviously it's not Oooh maybe it's the Hunk version of it, I know that doesn't make sense but if it is then you'll understand soon

Looks like some not so friendly fire on a doom ship in Arus space, it really might be this one then!

Keith just effortlessly predicting how the ship is going to crash-land, what a good tactician Hunk runs off to go check for any survivors

Was it really easier to go on a horse to the desert because I feel like using yellow to explore the wreckage would've been better

A slave girl has been found, Hunk recognizes the brand she because it's the same as his Obvs she's alive so she gets taken to medical to get her help

The team minus Hunk doubts she actually escaped, yup this is the episode I was thinking of!

She's explaining her backstory but had so weirdly long pause before the flashback started Apparently Twila was only recently brought to Doom with her brother and while the guards were distracted with beating him she ran back into the ship that brought them there and bolted

I like how last episode it was established that Lance was the one with the lie detector abilities but when it's a seemingly innocent girl all that power is out the window and gets attached to Keith More discussing if attacking Zarkon with Voltron is worth it instead of just waiting for his attacks before they form up It's shot down for fear of losing their jobs

Hunk is immediately pissed at Keith because she went through that escape by herself and Keith still thinks it was too easy Justifiable but I wish it was Lance who thought it was weird for some continuity

Also for some reason they're in the dark while outside, it's probably for drama but like that castle is huge literally go to the complete other side of it and you should be fine guys

And now all the boys share a room for some reason, one of my mutuals headcannoned that Lance is superstitious about things ending with zero being bad and after prince Bokar he was proven right so I'm just gonna take that and say the boys aren't convinced and slept in the room to prove him wrong lol

Twila has weird glowy eyes and goes to check if the boys are sleeping, and after she leaves Keith gets up to check what the noise was before going back to bed

I'm sorry the castle has a MISSILE ROOM?? MAYBE THAT SHOULD BE UNDERGROUND OR SOMETHING GUYS Apparently Twila has weird electric powers, she's a robot, but I'm just going to refer to her as a person anyway, and uses them to open the door

Is she an antenna or something lmao oop she's setting off a bomb in the missile room, that's actually pretty smart for the bad guys this time around I like it when they're competent lol

Oh Kova is back with Haggar So is Twila not a robot? Haggar said she's under her spell, so maybe I'm just mixed up

The mice bother Pidge, but he doesn't care, but Keith notices and gets worried, so he gets the team to follow One of them also wake up Allura and tell her what's up, queue horrified gasp

Coran fell asleep while on watch duty, why put the old guy there I feel like that was a bad decision period They see Twila planting a bomb, Hunk is disappointed because he stood up for her

The team is worried that they can't do anything in time but Coran just sends out the time bomb because it was attacked to a missile they could fire, the castle is saved!

I feel bad for Hunk because he really trusted her, but he goes off chasing her anyway

NOT THE HORSE WHY USE LASER BEAMS ON THE HORSE THEY ARE INNOCENT IN THIS Hunk finds Twila at a cliff, now it's a stand-off

Hunk asks why she'd work for Zarkon, and she gives the regular sob story of being promised something greater than Zarkon would ever let go of, freedom for the slaves Then her says her brother volunteered to be turned into a robeast as part of that deal, the coffin flies overhead

Man absolutely everyone gets fucked over in this war, I mean I didn't expect anything less but still

The brother robeast is called the Poison BugBlade! Weighing at 4100 short tons, this guy is definitely dying

She's supposed to be yelling at him to complete their mission, but her voice sounds like she's whispering really goes to show how much voice acting has improved in modern days

Oh hey the shot of running people is reused from a few episodes ago too I think, I feel pretty good about spotting that lol

The horse is alive lets go, Hunk gives up on Twila and goes to get his lion The rest try to fight him off for Hunk to join up

Again not really liking how much Allura screams and yells, like I do understand that this is her second robeast battle, technically first while as a lion, but c'mon girly pop! It's probably the 80s treating girls as if they were still fragile while they're put in tough roles for little girls to look up to

Allura gets back up only to be manhandled by the robeast again sdovinsdv, saved by Keith of course Hunk comes in after she gets up again

The voltron preamble is super close to the final product, I'd give it a few more episodes for it to finally be the iconic phrase most fans know

Twila still isn't backing down on her beliefs, she wants Arus GONE, but instead she watches her brother die in front of her :P

HELLO?? ALLURA GIVES LANCE A CHEEK KISS BECAUSE APPARENTLY HE SAVES HER BUT LANCE POINTS OUT IT WAS ACTUALLY KEITH Oh, I definitely see why allurance was shipped this time around too

Apparently Twila went back to her home planet to plan another way to get her people back Keith really thinks that she'll be able to do it this time because they'll help her out when it comes down to it

Episode end! I don't think I'll be doing any episode reviews this Labor Day weekend mostly because I'm going home and probably won't bring my laptop which is where I usually do my blogging from

#voltron #voltron dotu #80s voltron #voltron defender of the universe #let's rewind!#toast talks #Hopefully I can squeeze another review tonight #only one more class but it's my longest one

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Now I'm curious what your headcanons are for the horror boys!

Man I had so much writing planned for october for our Horror boys. I’m giving just a broad description for my headcannons plus what they are for certain stories as certain stories of mine are far more tame than others. If there is something more specific you wish to know about let me know but other than that. Here’s just a broad scope of things. I will be keeping the bitty Au’s out of it as they are pretty much their own thing. The tame factor is how they are with handling people other than their brothers. Including housemates and reader.

Horrortale:

Axe: similar to already known headcanons. Hates Undyne. However I believe him to be far more patient and understanding of certain situations. He doesn't really miss who he used to be. A goody goody of an “unbiased” judge... that's probably what caused Frisk to never come back and save them. More sarcastic because he sees the humor in it now unlike before. Dark comedy is a win for him. Patience is a virtue as going headstrong into something could get you killed. There are differences in the stories I have him in.

Housemates: Tame factor is high. He’s been on the surface and out of his AU for a lot longer than the others. Doesn't mind being confined to the attic because... he understands Sans, himself, fear. He gets to see the sun and the stars and is relatively well fed and rested. He doesn't appreciate any jabs at himself or his brother Nook. He also doesn't like that Sans can't bear to look at Nook. It was a future that hopefully can be avoided if it's known. He will not go back to that universe over his own dust. Also has a dark alliance with his brother and Berry should anything happen to reader once they get to finally have their time to shine. (I soo want to doodle Axe and Nook at a stake out. Teach some rival of affection or Bully of readers a slow cooked lesson of regret. Enter Berry and they feel as though they've been thwarted only for him to bring equipment and a game plan to cover it up... then Orange shows up and disbands them thanks to a concerned clue from Russ. Fools, what thwarts the dark alliance only makes them much more thorough the next time.) Heats? Yeah his cycle still happens only his magic reserves being so damaged from the famine and physical trauma, it’s typically used as adrenaline to either help with a situation or hunting. Now that he has his reserves starting to trickle to life and a definite love interest... there is potential for his heat cycle to return to normal. He is only nervous about his past when it comes to someone he cares for to find out... he doesn’t want to be seen as a criminal but as a survivor.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor it’s about a medium. He’s a bit more standoffish with his counterpart because the very real threat of going back to his AU hell is a thing. Everyone from the horror AUs are being treated as criminals and to himself... it might have been a crime but it was a matter of life or death. The fact remains that he chose to save himself and his brother across multiple horror AUs and their counterparts either don’t realize that these were very real choices that they themselves have made or they are in total denial. Despite that... he does have a good head on his shoulders and is a very caring individual. He’s just more passionate about his concerns than what he used to be. Heat cycles are a thing... the horror universe just didn’t give an opportunity plus famine and physical trauma left their magic devastated. So it’s an adrenaline factor. Same goes for him about his past as it is in housemates. He wants to be seen as a survivor and not criminal.

Ghost Town: Tame factor none. Slightly different Horror AU as all Horror skeletons are actually related and are the sole survivors of the great famine below the mountain. He’s a survivor that’s going to keep on surviving (Queue chorus of Destiney’s Childs I’m a Survivor.) Oh and don’t mind the malicious intent. It’s always been there since the famine came so no one is fully responsible for it. Only good thing those miners did was release him and his brethren. Cold cruel and always smiling. Good thing reader has a way to gauge emotions because this sadist is good at hiding them. Of course with him being part of a feral pack, it’s not like he could explain himself or even want to anyways. Besides he’s not going to deny his family food especially when it comes to them so willingly.

I Was Going For A Walk One Day: Tame factor is about a low medium. Lamia version of multi universe existing as one and is in itself its own AU as Sans and Papyrus are all of their names as it’s their specie type or by their body type specifically. They all refer to themselves as Sans and Papyrus (Causing major confusion to the human populace) and it’s done with certain intent so they know who they are talking about but not so much for humans. In this one he doesn’t go by Axe he goes by the misnomer Fluffy. It’s a joke and he finds it hilarious. Very sweet going skeleton but had it not been for his brother imploring to ask the reader about the barrage of lamia scents that covered them as they fell below... they would have been considered food. Very big Lamia but is dwarfed by his brother that is an anaconda lamia. Kind of an all or nothing mentality like most lamias. Feared because he’s not only huge but he’s a venomous rattlesnake. The only things venomous lamias fear are bigger rival constrictors with a taste for lamias and other more potent venomous lamias. He’s very proud to have a biggest constrictor lamia around as his little brother.

Nook: He is definitely a sweet bean as Papyrus because he is Papyrus. However he is a Papyrus without a filter. If you seriously asked him how he did things in his AU he wouldn’t have a qualm telling you step by step in graphic detail. He’s a survivor and isn’t ashamed. Just a tad afraid that anyone he wishes to be friends or perhaps datemates with might shun him before they know or understand why he had to do it. He still has lingering anxieties over his friendship making but he’s a real go getter with his brother helping to soothe him. However do not be completely fooled by his sweetness. He is not innocent and Naïve. Nor was he prior to the famine. It just shows a little more than it used to. His tendencies can be compared to that as being Yandere when he finds someone that truly resonates with him.

Housemates: Tame Factor is high... to an extent. He’s everything mention up above and a little more. Does has Yandere tendencies but that is because he is Papyrus... who has been showing a bit of his true colors as of late. Romantic love is something foreign to the sweet beans so of course when they get a taste of it and for it... it’s something they crave and covet at that. He hasn’t much changed other than the fact he does have a tendency to be more worried for those he cares about. He’s a bit more dependent on Axe than before the famine. More so for sanity sake. So if it came to his Yandere tendencies being curbed for the sake of his brother he’s more willing. He’s still very much sane and rational but tends to ramble sometimes and a touch forgetful. Even though he’s in this dark alliance with his brother and oddly the mother hen Berry... he knows if they fail... His self from this world will handle it and probably better as Papyrus’ memory is very vivid and clear.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor is high. Very friendly, astute, and reasonable. This AU doesn’t contain the Yandere factor. Very much a voice of reason and is seen as such by the household... well after certain differences are acknowledged and amended within the household.

Ghost Town: Tame Factor Low. There is a hierarchy to the madness and thankfully Nook is a voice of reason. The remembrance of the times below the mountain both the good and the bad makes him the lesser of evil in their pack. Not to say he isn’t respected. He earned his secondary place in rank. He also is the ones that keeps tabs on the others behaviors including Axe. Even though Axe seems to ignore his reasoning at times... he knows his brother is listening and is either choosing to do things his way or implement them at another time. However... there have been times his reasoning has led to less than savory means... from a humans standpoint that is.

I Was Going For A Walk One Day: Tame factor medium. Super friendly but survival and full tummies come first. Until reader hits the scene and he’s devoted to someone else’s wellbeing besides his and his brothers.

HorrorFell:

Fang: Horrorfell Sans. You would be surprised to know that his typical temper is a lot less volatile than what it used to be before the famine. However you cross that line then he blacks out... lives being spared is a very slim outcome. He’s Big, Tall, and as wide as he is tall. Can fit full grown person of upwards to 300lbs in rib cage with no real problems... unless he has feelings for them then he be all sweaty and trying not to let magic gather in a certain area. Has a similar open wound in his skull like Axe. His shark like teeth slightly overlap and are far more pointed... including his gold fang. He’s got old scars and new scars all over his body but they are minor in comparison. Especially the marks he has on his bones where is magic forced him to get bigger or die in the ravenous wasteland he called home. Because of this his bones are far more sensitive to the touch. His one good eyelight is like Axe’s but looks like molten lava as it fluctuates in warm colors. Total pervert, that really hasn’t changed since before the famine either... much to his brother’s dismay. Undyne caused major misfortune in their universe and he and his brother’s pain is a very sore spot for him... he hates reliving that moment whenever it’s explained.

Dire Wolf: Tame Factor Medium. All of the horror skeletons are basically a voice of reason. He doesn’t deny his past or his beef with Red for ignoring the fact that he’s living proof of the decisions that were made by him as Red until his universe warped him into Fang. Seems frightful and can be but has the disposition of a teddy bear with the right company. Loves to joke and is just as perverted as he used to be before the famine. sticks up for his other horror counterparts in heartbeat and quick to toss in a joke, whether it be wholesome, dirty, or dark is basically a guess. Just tread carefully about the topic of his universe. His Undyne did them really dirty... his brother actually more than him and it’s something he will never forgive.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Fang is all about what he can get his claws on or in. Ruthless and relentless (Although he takes a leisurely pace when pursuing. Enjoys the thrill of the hunt.) Still a pervert... please don’t ask if he plays with his food... you should know with how he acts... he does. Gleefully so. No sympathy in these bones for any idiots willing to come close to this monumental death trap.

Demon: Horrorfell Papyrus: Silent, steadfast warrior that has seen things. More importantly had the unfortunate circumstance in being apart of said things. A devoted guardsman in his timeline earned him a punishment like no other when Fang didn’t comply with Undyne. Using him to get back at Fang... she severely beat him causing his bones to malleiform into sharp representations of what they used to be. His fanged teeth became jutting spikes from a twisted maw. his vertebrae became jagged points. He became very tall but along with that length the ability to stealthily crawl on all fours with no discomfort. The worst of it is that he does not have a sternum. Undyne ripped it from him while fracturing all of his ribs. Fang was able to heal him partially but thanks to their unstable magic his ribs had nothing to attach to as they reformed from his spine. The fractures became joints and each rib can move independently. He literally can use his own ribs like a bear trap or use them to help him crawl into low tight spaces. Has to work on his trust issues after his supposed superior and comrade betrayed him. Only person he trusts with his life is his brother.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor high medium. Has made an effort to keep his ribs out of discussion as it truly is a frightening image... that got him his nickname as Sans didn’t know what was coming at him... only it had arms, legs, and what he thought was ribs until the opened trying to engulf and crush him. He will reveal things on his own terms. Very reasonable and he and Fang offers solace to Edge and Red by offering to tell them about their universe and what they learned. Demon is sensible despite his wicked appearance and even though he is wary of most situations he does look for the best possible solution that will not only benefit him but others. Very kind despite everything that has happened to him.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Has a very high sense of accomplishment when finding his own food. As this isn’t a true to a Horrorfell AU but a multi au combined into one... he still has the same body type but is proud of how frightening he looks. Definitely finds a thrill in hunting. Likes to perpetuate an almost understanding before completely disregarding it for the fear factor alone. Adept in finding all the lovely spaces to crawl in to scare anyone to death.

Horrorswap:

Blight: Horrorswap Sans. Blind as a bat. In a sense where he struggles to see because of his gaping head wound that branches into a spiderweb crack at the back of his skull. Yet he can see almost like a bat can. Instead of sonar he pushes his magic out to see objects and people. In fact it is so precise that he almost doesn’t miss his sight. almost. He can’t make out actual full details like facial features and colors. Just who, what, and where and how far. Because of his lack of detail it doesn’t feel or even look like he’s looking directly at you. He conjures vibrant blue rings as eyelights but they do not focus on anyone in particular just direction. He used to be short but it looks like he’s been stretched thin with how long his once stout form used to be. Long arms with clothes that hang off him... as he can’t really tell a difference so why bother with appearance? A very broad smiler as he was when he was Blue. Has a very cheery disposition despite everything and instills more into his brother that he is the big brother. His decision is final.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium. Is nothing but a reliable friend and brother. Of course a voice of reason but scoffs because he is typically overlooked because the majority non horror aus treat Blue like a child and therefore Blight is often treated as such as well. Very sweet and reliable just as he was before the famine. A smile to bring hope to not just his brother but to the others that have gone through such a trying time.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. Very curious but still very deadly. Is basically defense as his magic can see who, where, and how far no matter if they are in actual sight or not. Projecting his magic to see puts the cameras set in the area to shame on finding people. However when he uses his magic to see he can feel everyone’s intent and can even identify who is who because of this intent. A little put out that he’s not a part of the initial hunts. He delights getting to clean up.

Will Anyone Care?: Tame factor Low. He might be soulmates with the reader but he’s not sorry for doing what he felt he had to do. He’s not risking his and his brother’s life leaving the mountain. If the scared humans that had fallen into the desolate pit of the underground were any indication... the surface would prove to be a frightening place for him and his brother. He is sweet to his soulmate but he’s adamant that no matter what... they aren’t leaving the mountain.

Blemish: Horrorswap Papyrus. His bones have intensely yellowed thanks to the way his bones have become malnourished. Lanky and thin his magic is so chaotic that he has to put a lot of concentration into doing a shortcut. He used to be the one constantly being overprotective of his older brother... he’s been humbled that not only is his brother fully capable of taking care of himself... it’s because of his own mistakes that caused Blight to get hurt. Hoping it was going to help but Blight saved him costing him his vision. Even after all that he’s completely reliant on his brother’s new found abilities to help with finding food. He tends to stay home while Blight does the hunting for them. It hurts him to not be what he considers a provider but he’s useful in his own ways. Especially cooking as blight can’t exactly see details with his magic unless he uses a whole lot of magic that they can’t afford to use. Blemish is resigned himself to take care of butchering and cooking. Making sure that every little bit is used and doesn’t go to waste.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium. Becomes his own best friend... or well Stretch’s friend. It takes a few eye opening events and his own humbleness at discovering just how powerful and strong their brother truly is. Truly laid back but a keen soul to help where it is needed. Typically would side with Axe due to the unreasonable treatment the horror universes were going through.

Ghost Town: Tame factor Low. Has good senses and very reliable when it comes to urgency. Genuinely worried about reader in a sense as he didn’t believe Blight would be able to see them for who they are. Is a bit more understanding and doesn’t typically like to partake of the hunt as it’s expended energy. Not to say Reader is totally safe with him. No one is really safe while there are hungry skeletons about but he’s at least one that doesn’t kill first and ask questions later.

Will Anyone Care?: Tame factor low. If it weren’t the fact that reader is his brothers soulmate would have carved them up a long time ago. Still considered it even after the fact. Doesn’t mean he’s an asshole. He’s still slightly protective of his big brother in this one. Even though Blight has established he is the older brother and will correct him on his behavior. Blemish tends to forget. Safety is key factor as to why he can be an asshole but he does have a lot of humor in him still.

HorrorSwapFell:

Dire: HorrorSwapFell Sans. Gaping head wound like Axe but he’s missing a chunk of cheek bone as well. Making the socket even bigger. Has a pointed crimson star for an eye light that narrows into a crosshair when focused or angry. His rows of shark like teeth have grown into gnarled pointed ends. Has nicks and cuts all over him as he almost didn’t survive his timeline. He was captain of the royal guard and thought his efforts were for the good of his people... only to be betrayed by people he had begun to consider friends as well as comrades. He lost his fluid ability of speech and has a long drawn speech impediment that he is woefully ashamed of. Because of that his brother became the talker as he was the silent stalker. Refusing to speak to others making monsters believe he became mute and others that he is mute. His spine is slightly hunched making it hard for him to walk tall with pride as he used to. He is incredibly humble from what he used to be. Embarrassed that he actually used to be bit of a brat and know it all braggart. How he used to look down on others while he put himself on a pedestal. Having such impossibly high standards that he forced others to accept. Now he is humble, timid, shy and almost selfless. Yet he misses it... or at least his very affluent way of speech.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor medium in regards to the household but High in regards to reader. Dire is everything mentioned above. Everything he does he does at 100% still though. He is also far more forgiving than most and very tender hearted when it comes to his brother and his “other brothers.” whether they are from a similar AU or not. He will not leave them wanting for anything despite how he was being treated in the beginning. Even though he does get frustrated with Black... he knows it is because Black is in denial of his own misfortune should he have been forced down this route. Also Black staring at his disfigured self probably didn’t help make accepting it any easier so there were many fights.

Ghost Town: Tame factor low. Same physical issues as mentioned. Is great at solving things with Nook to formulate complicated puzzles and traps. Does have a slight fear at being caught eventually but when you’re hungry... you’re hungry. Will typically side with Nook as Nook does like to look at difference in perspectives at times. Yet is quick to alert Axe to anything that poses a problem or threat

Wolf: Giant and lanky. slightly yellowed bones. Missing part of his lower jaw that his gold fang ended up growing over it making his jawline slightly askew. He is also missing a rib that he uses a carved antler to cover up. He’s slightly embarrassed about it being gone. Has to be his brothers voice now that his brother is too ashamed to speak. It was awkward for him to switch roles but they were so adept at their non verbal communication back then it was easy for the script to be flipped. His sole concern is his brother’s stability. He almost lost his brother for good and he knows that Dire is having issues coping with what he is now and it bothers him greatly.

Dire Wolf: Tame factor Low in regards to the household but high in regards to reader. Wolf has a lot of repressed anger towards himself and not just him himself but for Mutt. The him before everything went to hell. He also has a lot of confused anger for Black which is his brother just from the universe where people didn’t kill one another for food or starved to death. Denial is something very wicked and powerful.

Ghost Town: Tame factor 0. If Fang likes playing with his food... Wolf is definitely the cat to his victims mouse. Loving anyway to spook someone into a direction of certain doom. He prefers Axe’s take on anything as he gets free reign to kill and eat however he wants. However he respects Dire and if Dire happens to side with Nook on something that is against what Axe has planned... Wolf won’t be happy about it but side with them.

Twisted Fate: (Unreleased/still in writing phase) A take on how Horrorswapfell monsters escape their prison when mount ebbott literally erupts from being a once dormant volcano to a raging inferno thanks to hotland being out of control. Survival as monsters roam the ash and lava buried land to hunt for food. Monsters are feral at this point and attack without hesitation. Reader is stuck trying to find a way to civilization after the eruption. Dire and Wolf see promise in reader after they end up sparing Dire during a struggle. Little did reader know the debt and feelings they have instilled in the brothers.

#horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #horrorswapfell #headcanons

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Flufftober2022, Day 6: Alt prompt: “Winning A Teddy for the Other”

Beauty and the Beast - Adam/Belle - post-curse - close-ish to modern day AU. Used the fifth alternate prompt (”Winning a teddy bear for the other”) in place of day six’s initial prompt. @flufftober @lumiereandcogsworth

Candies, candy floss, baked apples, popcorn and other alluring smells and tastes overwhelmed Belle and Adam as they strolled their way around the carnival in the city of Paris. Children screamed happily as they squeezed and barrelled past the gaggle of people, ice-creams sticky on their fingers and half-eaten baked apples clasped in tiny fists. Two twin girls giggled as they attempted to throw balls into the mouths of clown heads in an effort to get a prize. A flutist swayed with eyes closed to the sound of their own tunes floating into the perfect blue sky with the round, bright sun warming the day.

Adam’s hand never left Belle’s, fingers entwined with hers, never letting go even when their other hands were otherwise occupied with eating all the tasty morsels around them--Madame Garderobe would have been horrified at all the sugary food they had eaten in just the last few hours.

“But what about your teeth!” she would protest. “You must take care of your teeth, especially when so young!”

Spotting a sweet stand, Belle tugged Adam over to take a gander at the scrumptious fudges, toffees, and more on display at that stall. Two women staffed it, the taller one immediately asking if they wanted to have a taste test of the dark chocolate fudge she had made herself.

“Sure,” Belle accepted a piece, popping it in her mouth and letting it melt on her tongue. The taste of dark chocolate, sweet and bitter at once, spread pleasantly over her tastebuds. “Oh...this is delicious.”

Adam now accepted a piece too, and agreed also on its tastiness.

“I think Mrs Potts would fancy some of these,” Adam suggested, “I imagine Cogsworth would like some too.”

“Let’s get a variety of fudges,” Belle said, pointing at wrapped bags with assorted types of fudges. “I’m sure there’s a fudge in there for everyone, whether you’re Plumette, Lumiere, or Mrs Potts.”

In the end, they decided to purchase a couple bags of assorted fudge, Belle placing them in one of her pockets where they could be kept safe until they returned to the castle.

Chip is going to love the raspberry and chocolate one, she mused as she tucked her arm around Adam’s as the latter led her to another stall.

“Belle, look!”

Belle followed his gaze and finger to a stand where a long queue awaited the chance to win a teddy bear if they could hit a button hard enough to ring a bell at the top of a stand.

“What do you think?” Adam asked. “Fancy a bear?”

“A live bear, no, but a stuffed one?” Belle considered the idea for a moment. If she won, she could always give it to Chip. “It’s worth a try. Let’s see you ring that bell, Adam.”

They joined the queue, Belle leaning her head on his shoulder, the sun warm and inviting on her face. She expected the long queue to move slow, but it turned out to move quicker than imagined. Perhaps the effort to ring the bell loud and proud to win a bear was harder than it appeared.

“Hope you got your bell hitting muscles primed and ready,” Belle commented, reaching up to squeeze Adam’s bicep, feeling hard muscle under her fingertips. “Feels promising to me.”

At long last, their turn at the bell arrived, Adam gladly taking up the hammer, posing as he readied himself for the mightiest blow he could deliver that would make the bell clang and ring like no tomorrow. The man behind the stall presented the hammer to Adam like it was a golden crown bejewelled with all the gems of the earth.

“I wish you all the luck in the world!” the stall holder declared, dipping into an over-flourished bow as Adam accepted the hammer. “Few have won bears from my stall!”

“Well, we’ll see if I’m one of those rare winners, then.”

Belle stepped back out of the line of fire as Adam raised the hammer, stalling for several seconds, his face the picture of intense concentration, before bringing down the hammer with a slam. It turned out to have been a very good slam, as he got the highest points possible.The stall holder gave a low whistle.

“Damn, you are strong, good sir.”

Belle caught Adam’s eye and winked knowingly, recalling the first time she had met Lumiere, who did not hesitate to admire her strength, both physical and mental. Adam wasn’t half bad either, with his firm biceps and amazing physique--he was clearly a fit, healthy man.

“Which bear would you like?” the stall holder was asking Adam now.

Adam hemmed and hawed over the selection for what felt like forever; just as Belle was about to make a suggestion, he pointed at a black and white teddy.

“I think that looks pretty cute.”

The stall holder looked over. “Which one?”

“The one with black and white marks, he looks like a sweet little bear.”

“Aaah,” the stall holder picked up the bear, holding it to Adam, who accepted it into his arms. “One of my personal favourite bears--isn’t the patch around his eye adorable?”

Adam passed the teddy bear into Belle’s waiting hands, dropping a quick kiss on top of her head.

“One adorable bear for you, my love.”

Belle seemed to melt with her warm smile, dark eyes gazing up at him with so much love it made his heart ache.

“Thank you, love,” Belle said, standing on tip-toes to give Adam a little kiss on the lips. “I love you too.”

#Beauty and the Beast #Adam/Belle #Adelle #BatB #flufftober2022 #alt 5

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