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dead-girl-prolific · 4 months

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Headcanons! pt 1. (Jane The Killer)

first up is Jane the killer and Jane Everlasting!

My beloved<3

Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw (Jane Everlasting/The SpinOff)

Faded green eyes - Lost her eye pigmentation from the fire. ( why does she have black eyes? it’s a choice ig) the black color of her “eyes” comes from the mesh of her mask.

5’6 (tall-ish and curvy/muscular)

her usual wardrobe is turtleneck shirts that fit decently tight, black or grey bell-bottoms

when she's on missions she wears her black turtleneck dress with black gloves and black fleece tights. she usually wears flats/loafers or pumps(heels)

her burns are very visible and she can't really do much to hide them

her skin is very sensitive and she hates wearing certain materials, but in some areas she can't feel at all.

Born on december 2nd 1995 and she is currently 28 years old.

She is indeed a she/they, she is pansexual leaning towards those who identify as women.

She’s basically the mansion’s therapist (only for a select few.)(everyone but jeff basically.)

Her personality is cold, distant, motherly, calculated, she rarely loses her cool and when she does it’s when a mission fails or goes wrong. She can be sweet when she wants to be, she originally wanted to be a therapist so she’s a great listener, she gives great advice, and she usually is the one stopping fights.

She rarely comes out of her room, she doesn’t eat much, that or she has food supplies in her room, no one is really sure.

When she is around Jeff she gets mean, agitated and very impulsive, she can barely control her blood lust when she’s around him and he just pushes her further.

This is the character I will usually use for fanfictions. (unless stated otherwise)

She is 3 years older than Jeff.

She does wear wigs, guys. Her natural hair can and does grow, but it's very brittle, damaged and thin.

Good at tracking and hunting.

above average intelligence for a pasta (let alone a human)

Endurance is immaculate

agile (as agile as you need to be for her job lol)

she's very oblivious to hints of attraction and won't know to do anything unless she's the one pulling the strings or unless something is directly said.

in each fanfic /oneshot she may or may not be a proxy and have a slightly different personality depending on her role. she could also very well be a part of the zalgo army in some fics/oneshots i/m very indecisive.

I think that's it??? (I might add more)

another picture of a very attractive woman. i gotta say, i love both Janes equally.

Jane Tod Richardson(Jane the killer)

She loves watching true crimes documentaries, or listening to true crime podcasts.

She is 5’9 and her muscles are very well concealed.

She is a muscle mommy.

Jane and Mary are 3 years apart (canon)

She can not sunburn or tan due to the liquid hate changing her skin pigmentation.(canon)

Big church girly. (she’s canonically christian)

Yes, she and Mary Vaughn are married.

She’s a girl boss guys!

Lesbian

She frequently vomits black ooze from the liquid hate

She did kill Jeff the killer.

She kills criminals

She does not live with everyone in the mansion, in fact does not know any of the pastas.(determines on the fic)

she wears metal band-T's and sweatpants almost all the time when shes not doing something important.

i might use her in some fanfics i haven't decided.

those are my only headcanons for this character if you want to know more about Jane Richardson i suggest going to the actual creator of her character! remember these are just my little ideas i made up in my pea brain!

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #jane the killer headcanons #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta jane the killer #jane arkensaw #jane richardson #headcanon

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princeescaluswords · 4 months

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Random question, Prince but do you think Victoria or Gerard had military backgrounds? Maybe serving themselves or had parents that served?

I want to preface this answer with a caveat: this might be the most speculative meta I've ever written. While I'm going to try to draw as much evidence as I can from canon, I don't think it would be out-of-the question for people to disregard it on its surface merits.

So, here goes. I don't think that the Argents would join the military and they would strongly discourage their children from joining the military. I'm sure that during the time of the draft there might have been some Argents serving, but it would be under duress. If you accept the same head canon that I do, that Victoria was also from a hunting family, she would not be either. I think the reasons would be historical, practical, and philosophical.

Historical: Of all the characters in the Teen Wolf series, Marie-Jeanne Argent née Valet had the most emotionally true (if not entirely rational) reaction to the discovery that her beloved relative turned out to be one of the most prolific serial killers in that world let alone a terrifying demonic werewolf. As we see in The Maid of Gévaudan (5x18), she reacted with outright condemnation, hunting him down over three years and destroying all trace of him with a damnatio memoriae, which in reality meant destroying her own past, too. We can assume that the Argent Code was written by her, including the part where any hunter who was Bit by a werewolf had to kill themselves. This is extreme behavior (even if valid) and it is echoed in the revulsion non-corrupted Argents like Chris and Allison had when discovering Kate's and Gerard's crimes. It was certainly less permissive than the Hale family's tendency to react to deaths caused by their family which ranged from outright condoning ("But still beautiful, just like the rest of you") to dismissive (after all, how many people did kooky Uncle Petey kill, including the guy he shoved alive into a burning barrel, and still have the keys to the family home?).

Considering that Sebastian became a demon wolf while he was serving in the French king's war with England across an entire ocean in their respective colonies, I don't think it's a stretch for Marie-Jeanne in establishing her code to steer her descendants away from military service. It might even have been a requirement.

Practical: While both the military and hunters use weapons, military service wouldn't seem to bear much resemblance to hunter training. It appears to me to be much closer to espionage or criminal work. Hunting werewolves requires training in specific weapons (bows, tasers, and poisons), technology (hypersonic emitters), and techniques (torture, infiltration, intimidation, and cleaning up evidence). In addition, the soldiers of the Argent family exhibit a level of discernment when it comes to tactics and targets that the military simply would not tolerate. Chris points as much out to Kate in Code Breaker (1x12):

Chris: No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun on a 16-year-old boy with no proof he spilled human blood.

Later on in Relics (6x04), Chris explains that he should have intervened when he saw how Gerard was training Kate. That implies to me that while Argent soldiers are supposed to follow the lead of the matriarch, they're also expected to do more than just follow orders. While civilization demands we hold individual military soldiers to answer for their conduct, I can tell you from personal experience that military training does not have a goal to instill a sense of individual agency.

Philosophical: In my encounters with real-life military people, it is my experience that they see themselves and the military as a whole as an immanent part of society itself. They enable civilization to exist; they uphold society's laws and mores as one of its pillars. I am sure that many people on this site would disagree with that assessment, but I'm talking about the perception within military culture itself. The military focus on being a vital part of their country, and when they err it is when they come to believe that they are the most important part and thus have a greater right to say how a country and a civilization will behave.

One of the things I've noticed about the Argents and the other hunting family feature, the Calaveras, is that they don't consider themselves part of the greater society. They see themselves as protecting it from monsters that the average person cannot comprehend, and while they certainly do infiltrate law enforcement and emergency services, they don't seek permanent authority over the mundane social institutions. This is one of the significant departures that marked Monroe as different from previous organized hunters, and one that made her more dangerous. Victoria, Araya, Chris and Allison (and when they weren't being selfishly corrupt, even Gerard and Kate) saw themselves as operating outside of it all as a necessity. They work with criminals like the yakuza; they hire mercenaries; and they understand that they will never be fully accepted.

Chris: We're gonna be pariahs in this town. Victoria: We can handle it.

Monroe, on the other hand, organized hunters to protect society, but she wanted to change society as well. She accused the werewolves not only of being monsters by virtue of their natures and by their acts, but by the power that privileged them ("No one should have this power"), and she accused people like Sheriff Stilinski of abetting that unfair advantage. (I will never forgive Teen Wolf for giving up on exploring that difference half-way through 6B.) Since Gerard was only interested in using Monroe, he didn't train to see herself the way he and his family saw themselves: protectors working from the outside.

All these things lead me to believe that the Argents wouldn't have military training, not even corrupt ones like Gerard or Victoria.

#victoria argent #gerard argent #chris argent #argents #araya calavera #calaveras #teen wolf meta

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soullessjack · 5 months

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oh my god also another thing is that the entire domestic au is just so terribly hetero-nuclear. like the show already established TFW2.0 as an unconventional surrogate family by like the end of s13. rowena telling Lucifer that as far as Jack’s concerned, TFW are his fathers altogether. jack telling Sylvia that he has “more dads than most” and telling Laura that Cas is “one of” his three dads. dean telling john he has a family despite it not being the What Is And What Should Never Be -esque vision john had. Sam telling Lily Sunder that Jack is their kid and Cas directly relating Dean’s (and their) suffering in 14x07 as the loss of a son.

and that’s not even getting into how jack and Mary canonically see each other as mother and son, leading into jack technically having 2 moms. they all have house chores. jack has an apron to do the dishes and dean has one to cook. Sam has a jogging routine. they have movie nights and game nights and they go out to eat after hunts. they go shopping in town. Etc etc.

so much of the domestic aus just seem to disregard this entire dynamic, especially when it comes to Sam being the uncle instead of one of Jack’s three dads, or he’s the target of “who’s the mom of the group” discussions. sometimes he doesn’t even live with them anymore?? sometimes they do have a little apple pie life house and cas is (Sometimes) drawn up as effeminate and dainty and very obviously meant to be the Woman or woman-lite in the relationship. Jack is of course either a baby-shaped clutch purse or a smiley cardboard cutout whose entire existence is to make his dads look cuter and gayer.

And it’s just. Weird. Like, I personally read TFW2.0’s family dynamic as inherently nontraditional (see also: queer). The show puts repeated emphasis on it being unconventional, especially from the outside world’s perspective, but maintains that it is their family. It’s the same brand of unconventional surrogacy that has always been part of the show. as @honeyedwhiskey my beloved puts it, “‘the urge to unqueer a queer family and turn it into a nuclear one” is quite strong in this fandom.’”

it’s already happened with destiel and unqueering two men into The Man and The Woman and it’s happening still with the way this fandom views TFW2.0 as a family and their concept of “domesticity.” this constant need to make somebody The Woman or the Mother because you guys have no concept of men being nurturing or of masculinity being inherently queer lmao

#cal.txt #spn #tfw2.0 #destiel #domestic au #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #baby jack #like…. does this make sense I have a headache #queer dean winchester #gay castiel #don’t even get me started on the gender roles I will start spitting blood #jack meta #spn meta

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burningvelvet · 1 year

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A Mary Shelley journal entry where she writes about Percy Shelley and Lord Byron (Albé) only three months after Percy has died — “when Albé speaks and Shelley does not answer, it is as thunder without rain,—the form of the sun without light or heat,—as any familiar object might be shorn of its best attributes; and I listen with an unspeakable melancholy that yet is not all pain,” — October 19, 1822:

“How painful all change becomes to one, who, entirely and despotically engrossed by [his] own feelings leads, as it were, an internal life, quite different from the outward and apparent one! Whilst my life continues its monotonous course within sterile banks, an under-current disturbs the smooth face of the waters, distorts all objects reflected in it, and the mind is no longer a mirror in which outward events may reflect themselves, but becomes itself the painter and creator. If this perpetual activity has power to vary with endless change the everyday occurrences of a most monotonous life, it appears to be animated with the spirit of tempest and hurricane when any real occurrence diversifies the scene. Thus, to-night, a few bars of a known air seemed to be as a wind to rouse from its depths every deep-seated emotion of my mind. I would have given worlds to have sat, my eyes closed, and listened to them for years. The restraint I was under caused these feelings to vary with rapidity; but the words of the conversation, uninteresting as they might be, seemed all to convey two senses to me, and, touching a chord within me, to form a music of which the speaker was little aware. I do not think that any person’s voice has the same power of awakening melancholy in me as Albé’s. I have been accustomed, when hearing it, to listen and to speak little; another voice, not mine, ever replied—a voice whose strings are broken. When Albé ceases to speak, I expect to hear that other voice, and when I hear another instead, it jars strangely with every association. I have seen so little of Albé since our residence in Switzerland, and, having seen him there every day, his voice—a peculiar one—is engraved on my memory with other sounds and objects from which it can never disunite itself. I have heard Hunt in company and in conversation with many, when my own one was not there. Trelawny, perhaps, is associated in my mind with Edward more than with Shelley. Even our older friends, Peacock and Hogg, might talk together, or with others, and their voices suggest no change to me. But, since incapacity and timidity always prevented my mingling in the nightly conversations of Diodati, they were, as it were, entirely tête-à-tête between my Shelley and Albé; and thus, as I have said, when Albé speaks and Shelley does not answer, it is as thunder without rain,—the form of the sun without light or heat,—as any familiar object might be shorn of its best attributes; and I listen with an unspeakable melancholy that yet is not all pain. The above explains that which would otherwise be an enigma—why Albé, by his mere presence and voice, has the power of exciting such deep and shifting emotions within me. For my feelings have no analogy either with my opinion of him, or the subject of his conversation. With another I might talk, and not for the moment think of Shelley—at least not think of him with the same vividness as if I were alone; but, when in company with Albé, I can never cease for a second to have Shelley in my heart and brain with a clearness that mocks reality—interfering even by its force with the functions of life—until, if tears do not relieve me, the hysterical feeling, analogous to that which the murmur of the sea gives me, presses painfully upon me. Well, for the first time for about a month, I have been in company with Albé for two hours, and, coming home, I write this, so necessary is it for me to express in words the force of my feelings. Shelley, beloved! I look at the stars and at all nature, and it speaks to me of you in the clearest accents. Why cannot you answer me, my own one? Is the instrument so utterly destroyed? I would endure ages of pain to hear one tone of your voice strike on my ear!”

#the romantics #romantic literature #romantic era #gothic literature #poetry #romantic poetry #mary shelley #percy shelley #lord byron #lake geneva 1816 #geneva squad #literature #english literature #dark academia #love #romantic #19th century

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paradoxolotl · 9 months

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📓 (specifically if you’ve got any historical au ideas?)

Book asks

Hello my beloved!

I think I have one historical AU that doesn’t contain fantasy? Which is odd because they’re some of my favourite fics! (As I wrote this I remembered another one)

But:

Andrew as Nathaniel’s personal guard. He was hand picked by Mary, both for his ruthlessness and the way he didn’t flinch from Nathan. He becomes a shadow behind Nathaniel’s shoulder, never more than a few steps away.

Nathaniel keeps dragging him out on his rides and hunts, pretending that he doesn’t do it as a form of escape. Andrew doesn’t care to pretend he doesn’t notice. But he never says anything to anyone, simply brings the horses to Nathaniel and rides with him.

They both know they could just keep riding, but to do so would mean they could never stop. Andrew knows he will follow Nathaniel wherever he goes. They can’t pretend they mean nothing to each other when Nathaniel sneaks Andrew the good foods. When Andrew slips inside Nathaniel’s chambers at the end of the night instead of down the hall. They both know it’s something when they share truths by moonlight.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #para’s fics #ask para

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lazaruspiss · 9 months

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Genderbends! you know em, you probably have some sort of opinion on them, and so do I! That opinion is that I think they're neat :] However. I think too much. Jason to Jaye? Stephanie to Stephen? Dick to Dix- oh that one might be a bit culturally charged. Ahem. Moving on to my point: I think way too much about names in genderbends, and how a lot of parents don't just have one name that they pick and then change the gender of later. So I prefer to make it up based on how/why I think a character might've been named what they were, and figure it out from there. So that's what's under the read more if you wanna see me ramble for a bit!

(Disclaimer: This isn't meant to shame anyone who does it the easy way. I just put too much thought into this, lol.)

Richard "Dick" John Grayson. My beloved little guy. One of the easiest ones to do, because Dick as a name has a distinct companion name. Back in ye olden time it doesn't seem too out there to think the two would be associated, and they're both pretty simple of the times names. John turns to Mary, because that's just a typical naming convention. Need a middle name? Just use the same gendered parent's name.

Jason Peter Todd. His parents seem pretty normal. When I can't think of anything specific I tend to look for either a name with a similar meaning (which you'll see a few of later) or a name with similar popularity. I use behindthename a lot for figuring that out. Jason and Peter just. Didn't have very many options that I liked in any method I tried, so I settled on just using the ones that matched popularity with his original name in the year listed as his New Earth timeline debut.

Timothy Jackson Drake. Timmy was fun. Timarete is such a weird name and I think it's absolutely delightful. Tim's popularity match was also Kimberly so that was a no go, lol. So I got to bouncing around looking for something with a similar sound or meaning. Timothy means "to honor god", but that was too specific so a went looking for name meanings that mention honor in general. I brainstormed most of these with a friend so I have a list of honorable mentions:

And the middle name is the same situation as Dick, just switching out the father's name for the mother's.

Damian Wayne. Ok. I know I said I didn't like to just flip the gender of a name. But Talia has a whole speech about the meaning of Damian's name and why she picked it so I couldn't NOT try to keep it. I did look for a while to try and find a name with the same meaning, but none really fit what it seemed like Talia was going for. Here's some honorable mentions from me trying to find something else:

Bruce Thomas Wayne. I saw the popularity match and had to use it.

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And another parent's name for a middle name situation.

Barbara Gordon. Babs was just fully named after her mom so that's really the easiest of all the name flips.

Stephanie Brown. Stephanie was a Very popular name, so it felt like it would be reasonable to think Arthur and Crystal might've just flipped open a book of baby names and called it a day. I also couldn't imagine Steph willingly going by Tyler. so I went on a hunt through late 90s/early 00s shows for a character I thought guy Steph might like well enough to snag the name of. And then I found out after the fact that Jude is sometimes short for Judas. Which I thought was very funny so I decided to stick with it.

Cassandra Cain. There weren't many good options so I kept it simple.

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #genderbend #genderbends #r63

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sea-owl · 1 year

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Can you imagine in the yandere Bridgerton's in the isekai AU had their memories of their previous lives back and are all eager now to go toe to toe with their rivals while saving them from their bad endings. Except, the once villainous rivals now appear so tame and sweet, like regency disney heros and heroines. And for a moment they are disappointed and think that all is lost. Only to realize that their previous rivals destructive tendencies have been geared towards good and on the downlow. On the outside, Simon is the gallant duke who swooped in after his childhood sweetheart's father passed and took over the business. In reality, Kate controls everything with Simon as her right hand and, while fair, will hunt down anyone who dares to hurt her family and friends. Basically, she's a regency mafia don, an angel to those in need but a devil to those who hurt her family with the help of the others. They don't want Portia to worry about them and thus present themselves as angelic to the outside world. Of course once the Bridgertons realize this, it just makes them fall harder. "Oh isn't my beloved just amazing in how they tore they person's life apart! And without spilling a drop of blood. Their precious hands must never be sullied. That passion should be reserved only for me. I shall have to marry them so that I can take care of any problems they face."

Oh that would certainly spice things up, I imagine it that they somehow woke their memories of their epilogue selves and were so excited to finally feel that passion once more they had with their villains. Immediately though they, especially Colin, Eloise, and Hyacinth, notice that Penelope and Felicity haven’t been coming over. Where were they? They had been around for years before.

Violet bitterly reveals that the women of the Featherington house moved away a long time ago, she suspects Lord Featherington sent them away. Colin did not like that answer, he was looking forward to banter with Penelope again. Had his mother not gotten to Lord Featherington first he certainly would have. Benedict and Eloise also became irritated after a trip out to the country they found neither Sophie nor Phillip at Pennwood or Romney Hall. Where the hell could they be? The pattern continued for Anthony, Daphne, and Francesca. All their villains were not where they were supposed to be!

Then like the heavens blessed them one day before the start of the 1811 season multiple of their villains all appeared outside the Featherington house! Simon, Gareth, and Lucy were not seen amongst them but it wasn’t long before they were there too. There was something different about them though, something sweet and good. The Bridgertons weren’t sure how they felt about that, yes that new goodness in them made them so much more beautiful but the dreams of reigniting that passion seemed so far away.

No they refused to believe that. They know their villains, they are after all their villains. They know that passion laid dormant in them somewhere. The Bridgertons vowed to bring it out of them.

In the meantime though, Anthony, Benedict, and Daphne have their hands full keeping those undeserving away from their villains. Their other siblings took to stalking their villains as either their villains, themselves, or both were not out in society yet. No one in or out of the ton will ever take them away from them. They will not live without them again.

The more the Bridgerton siblings watched their villains though, the more they believed that passion isn’t as far away as they first believed.

One day while the Bridgertons were spending a lovely day in the park aka their mother was stalking Lady Featherington again, the siblings took noticed of something interesting.

Their villains were having a group lunch together, and at the same time they glanced back at Portia and Mary, both consumed by their conversation. A quick nod to Felicity, who kept her focus on her mother and Mary, then to one another they made their excuses and left in small groups to walk around the park. The Bridgertons were quick to follow after them from a distance.

Benedict and Hyacinth followed Sophie and Gareth walked together. They watched as Sophie and Gareth expertly took items off of lords without their knowledge, many of them are known gamblers to the point where it affected their families. Those items were then placed near the ladies of those houses.

Michael and Penelope helped Phillip gather berries. At one point a lord passed by them, Michael stopped him and the two entered a conversation. Penelope and Phillip still gathered berries, with Penelope quietly observing. When the lord left the three went back to berry gathering. Kate, Simon, and Lucy, who were followed by Anthony, Daphne, and Gregory, stopped by where Penelope and Michael whispered something to them. Phillip handed them the berries they been picking. It was only luck that Colin remembered from his travels that those berries were poisonous and known to cause hallucinations.

Berries in hand Kate, Simon and, Lucy found the lord that Michael stopped, tucked away in a secluded place where no one would see them. It took a moment but Anthony recognized him, he was known to traffic children, but no one had proof. Kate, Simon, and Lucy confronted the lord, revealing proof no one found before. Simon restrained the man, Kate forced the berries down his throat, and Lucy searched his pockets until she found a key. They left him to wander in his halllucination, meeting back at the Featherington tent where the others now sat too.

“Did you enjoy your promenade?” Portia asked them.

“Yes,” Penelope said, “we did happen to run into Lord Lumley during our walk as well.”

Portia and Mary made a face. “I assumed he asked again about going into business together.”

“We denied him,” Kate said. “We just thought he wouldn’t make a good business partner. Too much of a liability.”

Portia nodded, proud. “Yes, you must always consider who you are going into a business deal with. Your partners can make or break a deal.”

Their villains beamed at the praise.

Oh that passion was defiantly still there. Now the Bridgertons had to make sure it was only ever directed at them.

#bridgerton #what if villainess isekai au #isekai and yanderes #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #hyareth #grucy #violet x portia

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angelsdean · 1 year

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It's funny for me that fanon Sam is, following his time at Stanford, thee greatest of ally and defensor of human rights, while canonically college turns him into a judgemental snob - frowning upon winning money as a hunter, saving the prisoners, etc, etc (snobbish s1 Sammy my beloved !!!) (PS: also his alternative self in Lebanon XD)

no literallly. sam wanted to fit in so hard at stanford he drank some of the snobby rich kid kool-aid. and like, dissecting that is infinitely more interesting to me than perfect liberal and allyTM fanon sam. like i wanna know what sam's problem is sjdkfdfk. s1 does a great job of creating this dichotomy, esp in the very early eps, where dean represents the hunting world, the fringes of society, the outcasts and Other, and sam is coming out of this perfect idealized world that was college, where he absorbed some of those snobby ideals, as a way to reject his family / lifestyle (tho mostly as a way to reject JOHN and john's ideas of what sam's life should be). But then we see sam throughout those early episodes making choices that actively lead him further down the road of hunting, choices that have him rejecting "normal society" and choosing this journey, this quest, taking up the mantle and following john's path.

(there are lot of examples and maybe i'll make a post abt them all one day but one that always stands out to me is in 1x06 Skin, where the conflict is about the isolation of hunting vs the desire for community and connection to the outside world. it seems like dean is pro-cut ties with the world, but why? well, we later learn in 1x13 he tried to let an outsider into his world and cassie rejected him for it. but sam, at the start of the ep, is trying to have the best of both worlds. he thinks he can keep his outsider friends while still hunting. then by the end of the ep, his friend now knows all about hunting and wants to stay in touch. and sam shuts her out and says she probs won't hear from him anytime soon. and it's just so bonkers to me !! but he's making that choice, he's choosing hunting and slowly rejecting and cutting ties to his idealized stanford life.)

and he wants it, is the thing. he's on a one track mind: find john, find the demon, kill it and avenge jess and mary.

this got long-winded but anyway, i think all that s1 snobbery is SO crucial to sam's journey, it's important we see it, it's important we see where he was coming from, how stanford had begun to change and shape him in different ways, how stanford was symbolic of this total opposite to hunting, it's the snobby rich who don't care about the people on the fringes, it's studying LAW while holding beliefs that all people in prison are not "innocent" and a ghost killing them off isn't the biggest deal. and then dean + the hunting lifestyle is meant to be the juxtaposition to that. he's living on the fringes of society, he's Other. That's why the shifter in Skin identifies with dean so much, aside from the queer metaphors. The shifter choosing fresh-off-of-ivy-league sam would not make for the same kind of parallel, as much as sam has his psychic kid stuff going on, that's only barely begun at this point. He doesn't yet think he's a freak for being psychic or the demon blood stuff, he doesn't even know abt any of that. But paralleling the shifter with dean highlighted the isolating, othering nature of hunting, in an episode where the "brother conflict" was isolation vs community. And through the shifter we learn that dean didn't Want to be a hunter either. He had dreams, wanted friends. And sam hears all of this, and still at the end of the episode chooses to reject his friend's offer to keep in touch. Taking another step away from the idealized stanford life and another step down the path of hunting + his revenge quest. And it's so goddamn interesting and delicious and fascinating to me !!!! fanon sam could never

#canon sam is like. i rejected my family's lifestyle in a fit of teenage rebellion but now i want back in bc my gf died and i want revenge #classic hero's journey shenanigans and all that #while fanon sam is like. noooo my brother is dragging me back into hunting against my WILL !!!!!!#sam studies #mymeta #vics spn rewatch #replies

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redfurrycat · 4 months

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Hi,

I love your Fic recs. Do you have any recs for top gun Instructor Hangman?

Hello Mary! 🤗(Is it all right to call you Mary?)

Ohmygawd.

I have in my drafts an unfinished recs list about Top Gun Instructors Hangster (either one of them is an instructor, or the both of them).

Unfinished because I'm still hunting for some. And I only have my memory to help me on this one. (Beloved Writers - If you read this and have written a fic with Hangster being Top Gun Instructor(s), could you check if it's tagged as such on AO3? ((If you are inclined of course.)) With all my love.)

I'm not sure when I'm going to share it with all of you, so I'm answering back right away, with what I have already with Hangman the Instructor. (There seems to be more Instructor!Bradley than Instructor!Jake fics, I found out.... :D)

Enjoy the following and I'll see you next time with more recs for you! Thank you for the ask and lovely words. 💖💖💖

Wings in the Sky at Dawn (When Nothing Could go Wrong) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

When all was said and done, Rooster…hadn’t really expected that he would be going back to Top Gun. Frankly, he still couldn’t believe that he was in their own squadron, flying with the others everyday. But mostly Hangman. Because of course he got sent back to Top Gun temporarily, too. What else was Rooster expecting?

learning steps by vannral {E}

”So, an instructor?” A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.” In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

Home for the Holidays by Nickies_Nonsense {G}

“Well let me know if you need a ride anywhere,” Rooster said. Jake did not think he was serious. “For real?” he asked, shoving the note of hope back down his own throat, “I might need to take you up on that like..soon.” Rooster gave him a little smile, “I mean it, it’s the season of giving and all that bullshit,” he drawled. “Plus you got me coffee so I owe you.” Or, how Jake and Bradley got back together just in time for the holidays with the help of one broken car, a scheming Maverick, and the spirit of Christmas to guide them. Featuring lots of Jake questioning his life decisions, his ideals, and why Bradley needs to consume unreasonable amounts of sugary coffee everyday.

#answered ask #find me a 🐈hangster fic🐈 asks #do me a 🐈recs list🐈 asks #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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spiritofcamelot · 10 months

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007 Fest 2023 Masterpost

To my surprise, I didn't actually do any rare ships this year. Not even anything for my beloved Bond/Tracy! Maybe I'll think of one more thing quick tonight, but for moving halfway across the country during July, I think I did pretty great.

Collab Table - Mock Magazine covers

Inked cover (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt) National Trust Cover Time cover The Housewife cover Vogue magazine Science magazine Bon appetite magazine Marie claire magazine WIRED cover Atlantic magazine

Yes, there's more than 9 there. I don't know what happened.

Non-Human Table

Humans AU Shapeshifter AUs Pixies at MI6 Vampires at MI6 headcanon (Headcanon Day) Not yet set in our ways, we forge a new path (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt) Mermaid AUs (Characters of Color Day) Making an Exception (Drabble/Doodle Day) A Fool in Fool's Wool Endless headcanons (Crossover Day)

Scavenger Hunt Items

#1 - sent an anonymous message of positivity #6 - Created an OHMSS themed crossword #9 - Create an "incorrect quotes" post (And included a bonus meme) #10 - The Six Squad are on tumblr, what post would they blaze to 10,000 people? (Felix Friday) #12 - Wrote an acrostic poem for a Bond title #17 - Make a James Bond poster featuring a landmark in your town or landscape that could play a part in a Bond movie. #25 - Moneypenny's bedding set (Moneypenny Monday) #26 - Show us your pet working for MI6 #33 - Solved both KittenKin's and Bluebell's crosswords #43 - gifted Sunk to Anya since it was based on her image prompt

Other Headcanons

Tanner's camping headcanons (Tanner Tuesday) Pixar crossover headcanons Texting headcanons Paloma's costume party (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt)

Recipes

Florentine chicken recipe (Food Day) Kerim Bay's dinner rolls

Other Creations

Paloma fic recs (Commenting Day) Comisserations (OC Day) Adapted and ran an audio escape room (Something New Sunday) Minds Blown

Events

Attended 3 long fic readalongs Attended 4 productivity hours Attended a music game, bingo, and 14 watch parties

Hosted 2 productivity hours

And left over 200 comments! (I'm still going but this needed to get done before I forgot.)

#007 Fest 2023 #TeamQBranch #QB-J8 #007 fest masterpost

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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You were supposed to be mine (Mary x Werewolf!Reader)

a/n: first time writting for Mary, hope she’s not too ooc

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She always knew that there was something there, hidden among the trees, in the cold wind that caressed her, in the blackness of the night. Something that always knew where she was, something that saw her. But she never really cared for it.

Winnie said they were just stupid hallucinations and nothing could hurt her or Sarah anyway, not while she was there, especially now that her father's beloved book had been passed down to her.

Her older sister could be cruel and rough with them at times, but she was always ready to protect them, especially her, who was always her favorite sister (although they wouldn't tell Sarah). But even Winnie's magical protection couldn't make the feeling of being watched go away.

Mary felt it all the time. Whenever she went to the forest to collect ingredients for potions, something would see her between the trees, or when she was cooking, the feeling that there was someone outside the window would come over her. No matter what she was doing, she knew that she was never alone.

However, she was never able to find traces of anyone...or anything. Over time, she learned to ignore it, to act as if it didn’t affect her at all. She was one of the most powerful witches of all time, not to mention Winifred’s presence, who would be stupid enough to even try to hurt her?

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But you didn’t want to hurt her, not at all.

Since you were born, you knew there was someone destined to be your mate, someone whose soul was tied to yours even centuries before any of you were born. It was the nature of your kind, how things should be. The pack depended on every werewolf to find their other half, in order to keep growing, protected, and united.

When you turned 18, your father took you to the forest, where you would finally get the blessing of hunting, a privilege only adult wolves were allowed. You made a promise that night, you promised to find good prey, something big enough to feed the pack all week, and to find the first traces of the bond that tied you to your mate.

You were successful on both.

You returned with three male deer and your father greeted you with a proud smile on his face. But you didn’t smile back. After giving the deer to the council, you looked down and whispered to your father the secret you’d carry since then: you were tied…to a witch.

To say that it was a chaotic night, would be an understatement. The adults tried to keep the children’s attention on the feast that you had brought, but the council was confused and disturbed. For someone to have a mate from a different species wasn’t uncommon, a lot of times, humans had to be converted in order to keep the bond. But to have a bond with another magical creature? Even more, a witch?! Impossible. Witches and werewolves hated each other, more than anything because of the witches’ tendency to kill your kind to use the blood for their spells.

You didn’t know how to feel about it. You guessed having a witch mate was better than not having one at all, but a part of you knew this was big, in case the witch would agree to seal the bond (you weren’t allowed to convert other magical creatures), one of you would have to give up on their nature and be transformed into the other. You dubbed any witch would want to be a werewolf, and you didn’t think you were capable of such a thing.

But in the end, you didn’t have to make any choice. The leader of the pack, Ankor, made it for you.

“You will not hunt her” he said “You won’t get near her, you won’t even learn her name. You will live as a lonely wolf from now on”

“But the pack-” you tried to argue, shutting up when he fixed his yellow eyes on you

“We will be better off without her, it’s a sacrifice you’ll have to do for the pack, my child” he said. But then, he made a mistake, he gave you her last name “No Sanderson sister will set a foot on our land”

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It took you some time to learn who where the Sandersons. It was as if Ankor had done everything in his power to erase their existence from the pack’s memory. No one wanted to talk about them, the young part was just as confused as you and the elders seemed afraid to even mention them.

It was strange because no other witch was banned from the pack’s mouths. Elizabeth? Sure! Ask what you want! Bridget, Susannah, Rebecca, anyone you wanted! Except for the Sandersons. It was weird and only made you look like an outcast in your own pack, which hurt a little. But after some time doing your research, you managed to find someone willing to tell you why the Sandersons were special.

You see, it didn’t even have anything to do with them but their fathers. As far as the elder who talked to you about them knew, there were three sisters, each of them from the same mother but a different father. The eldest was the daughter of a powerful warlock, the younger of a simple human. But the middle one…the middle one was yours.

Born from a werewolf who broke some laws, rejected his bond, and took a witch for a mate (even if it lasted only one moon), the middle Sanderson sister had the blood of your kind running through her veins, and her soul tied to yours. It took you some time to convince the elder to give you her name.

Mary Sanderson. Your witch, your mate. And so the hunt began.

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You growled as you watched from the shadows how Winifred slapped Mary for the third time that day. You couldn’t understand how could she hurt her own blood, her own sister! But if you had learned anything from the time you had been watching the Sandersons, was that witches didn’t care for anyone but themselves, not even their own families. Maybe that was one of the reasons your kind hated them. Werewolves did everything for their packs, no matter what.

The redhead was lucky you weren’t allowed to claim your mate, because you would have broken her hands and destroyed her face a long time ago for even daring to treat the black-haired woman like garbage.

Maybe she didn't bear your mark, and probably never would, but after years of watching her from afar, hidden and silent, you had begun to develop feelings for who should have been your mate by divine right.

It was inevitable, really. Mary was an interesting creature, full of life and cute smiles, in contrast to her older sister, and not lustful like her younger sister. Even her love for food seemed cute to you and a part of you didn't believe that she belonged to the witch kind.

"She belonged with me" you thought

But then she would do things like steal children's souls or damn humans for the sheer joy of doing it and then you would feel divided because such malice was frowned upon by your kind. Werewolves hunted out of necessity, witches killed for fun.

And yet... she had a charm that made you want to protect her from everything, that made you hate Ankor for forbidding you to claim her. Something that took you further from your pack and brought you closer to her.

"You put a spell on me" you thought as you watched the witch run following her sister's orders "but you'll be mine"

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She always knew that she was not alone.

For so many years she felt observed, persecuted, and stalked. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, how hard she tried to believe Winnie that it was just her imagination, she always knew.

Just like you knew that damned book and her sister's ambition would be her downfall. After nearly getting caught by Ankor while trying to save a child from Sarah's clutches, you learned to stay out of the sisters' affairs.

No matter how many children or adults entered their perdition in the woods, you could not intervene. You had to decide between saving them and losing Mary or staying in the shadows. You didn't even doubt, you knew for years that she would always be your choice, no matter if she knew about you or not.

But not interfering had been costly. It didn't bother you to see her age, she still looked as beautiful as ever, but it hurt to see that she hadn't done it by your side (although technically werewolves stopped doing it at 35). When she rejuvenated after stealing Emily's soul, you weren't even surprised, you didn't have time.

The next blink, your witch was hanging from a tree, her hands tied and her life draining from her chest. You did not pay attention to Winifred's warning, because you doubted that any magic was powerful enough to fight death.

You prepared yourself to feel that huge void that all wolves talk about when they lose their mates, that bittersweet pain of a shared life coming to an abrupt end. You assumed the blow would be slightly weaker for you since you hadn't even marked Mary.

And yet...it never came.

You frowned and not really wanting to face the scene in front of you, slowly opened your eyes. Mary's body hung limp next to her sisters’, but the bond (or what it should be) was still there, beating inside of you.

It didn't make sense, and anyway, you were too heartbroken to try to find an explanation for it. You just walked away from there, fury coursing through your veins.

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Losing the love of your life once was terrible. Wandering the earth broken and alone was martyrdom. In the end, Ankor had found out about it all, about the years you'd spent watching Mary, and even though you'd never marked her, the council voted to call what you'd done hunting anyway, and you were expelled from the pack.

It hurt you to see the disappointment on your father's face, the sadness in your mother, and the fear in the eyes of your brothers. The anger and disgust of the rest were more bearable, and over time you got used to loneliness. But you could never forget your witch.

That's why it was a huge surprise and joy to see her again, alive, breathing, and as beautiful as ever. 300 years. 300 years and a little more, and the bond was still as strong as the first day you felt it. You didn't know how to act.

A part of you wanted to run to her, mark her as it always should have been. You no longer had a pack to protect, there was nothing binding you to prevent it. Nothing, except your own doubts and time. One night wasn't enough to make up your mind, and before you could react, the day had come, the human children and that mangy cat had won, and your witch had slipped through your fingers again.

Your only consolation was that, once again, the bond hadn't broken. You knew at that moment that Mary would return, and you would be patient, it didn’t matter if it took 300 more years, you would be there when she returned and you would not hesitate that time.

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"Who are you and why have you followed me, even after so many years?"

The witch's voice took you by surprise. You didn't expect that she could locate you in the middle of all those people, especially not in the dark. As you expected, the sisters had returned (and you were thankful that it didn’t take them 300 years old, but only 29), and you had dedicated yourself to tracking down your witch from the moment you heard those girls enter your forest with a black flame candle.

You had promised yourself that if you got her in front of you again, you would not lose her again. That you would not doubt and mark her, that you would allow her to meet the person who had silently loved her for almost 400 years... but you had not been able to find your voice or courage.

However, it seemed that your witch did know you, or at least knew of your presence in her life, and had decided that it was enough, that if you were not going to step into the light, she herself would take you out to face you.

"Who are you?" she repeated in a demanding voice

"...someone who loves you very much" you answered, suddenly feeling too small in her presence.

The idea must have seemed silly or funny because she smiled at you sarcastically, even though she still couldn't see your face. Mary looked around her, aware that Winnie would be upset if she found out that she was wasting her time when she would have to be looking for the mayor.

But you'd been an annoying presence for too long and this was a unique chance…okay, maybe not annoying, and she'd put a death hex on herself before she'd admit it out loud, but the truth was, you'd been the only truly constant thing in her life.

Winnie was kind to her one moment and ruthless the next and Sarah could be incredibly dependent on her or fucking cruel by rubbing her many lovers in her face. Her sisters were changeable, but you... you were always the same quiet, comforting presence. You had made her feel less alone for years, though you had also made her doubt her sanity on many occasions.

"What's your name?" she asked, moving closer to where she could feel you.

"...Y/N"

A werewolf wasn't supposed to tell its real name to anyone outside the pack and you knew it, but you hadn't had a pack for years, and this was the woman who should have been yours.

"Y/N" she repeated, sending a shiver down your spine at her way of saying it "...nice name for a shadow"

"I'm not a shadow" you said

"You were to me for years" she countered "who are you and why do you follow me?" she asked again

"I am someone who has loved you for years" you repeated, evading the second question

"Loved?" she laughed "do you love me?"

"More than you can imagine"

"Prove it"

"Excuse me?"

"Prove it"

You looked at her from the night for a moment, analyzing the way she was standing, staring at where she thought you were. Her words and her tone of voice were mocking, but the way she played with the edge of her cloak and her racing pulse told you there was something else.

She really wasn't used to someone saying those words to her, and a feeling of guilt washed over you for not having been brave enough to say them years ago.

"I was there from the beginning" you said "I never approved of any of your plans, but I never intervened. I allowed you to steal lives for years because they were insignificant sacrifices compared to your happiness. I protected you from as many witch hunters as I could, I lost my family for you... I have waited for you for 329 years, I don't know what more proof you need"

Mary frowned for a moment, analyzing your words. Unlike you, she didn't have a face in front of her that she could analyze, so she had to rely only on your voice. Fortunately, you hadn't told a single lie, and she was quick to catch on.

"...And why have you gone to so much trouble?" she asked "I don't even know you to deserve such faithful devotion"

"You're right, you don't" you said "but I still had to do it"

"Why?"

You took a deep breath and slowly stepped out of the shadows, allowing her to finally see you. The witch took a few seconds to admire you, and she gasped silently as she watched your eyes turn yellow. You didn't give her time to react, and you let your wolf take control.

You took her face firmly, but without hurting her, delighting in the sensation of finally being able to touch her, of feeling her skin under your fingers after centuries of silent desires. You leaned over her, smiling as her cheeks flushed with color from your closeness and you whispered in her ear.

"Because you were supposed to be mine, Mary Sanderson"

#x reader #reader insert #Hocus Pocus #hocus pocus 2 #hp x reader #hocus pocus x reader #mary sanderson #mary sanderson x reader #mary sanderson imagine #hocus pocus imagine #kathy najimy lives rent free in my head

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pain-suffering-even · 7 months

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types of weapons the hunters would use pt. 2

this time, the draw sword guild, definitely not my favorites :)

goto ryuji:

his sword is really cool, actually. a very nice ruby red. i think he would have a long sword and short sword (kind of like the daisho, a matched pair of japanese swords). otherwise, he would just use his hands. or his teeth. i think he just doesn't really care too much about how it's done, as long as it gets done

sugimoto reiji:

it's not stated in the manhwa what class he is, so i head canon him as an assassin because i think there's only one or two that are canon. so, i think he would have a dagger for short-range kills, and kunai and shuriken for long-range kills (slightly inspired by genji from overwatch's kunai and shuriken setup - the green even matches his usual suit...)

tanaka kenzo:

his fists suit him as a tank-esque fighter. if not that, then brass knuckles (slightly inspired by seo seongun from lookism... beloved...) also i just think he likes to get hands on with things, if him during the jeju arc gives us any clue what his fighting style is like

tawata kanae:

i think a two-sided spear or scimitar would be cool. she also has double blades as it is, so i think she just likes working with two instead of one. higher level of efficiency and all

as i was adding photos... i realized... what this was inspired by... lmao

yeah. that fits her for sure

fujishima tatsumi:

i think he would use things more for looks rather than efficiency, so anything cool or unique... a scythe seems up his alley. something like ruby's scythe (especially because it also works as a gun - and i think the engineering mind i've head canoned for him would love to fiddle with that and make it abysmally powerful)

ishida mari:

i headcanon him as a ranger because i think there's literally only taegyu otherwise. so he would use a compact bow as his main weapon (inspired by the chiron form of the coronacht bow), but he also uses a rapier. he strikes me as a rich kid that studied abroad in london and learned fencing (i know it's really specific but those are just the vibes i get)

shimizu akari:

she has her giant golden battle axe. i also think she would know boxing, so she has short-ranged hand-to-hand combat down

kumamoto atsushi:

he doesn't really need a weapon, since he has a strange fighting style, and i headcanon he transforms like yoonho. but... something blunt, like a mace or a club. maybe nunchucks? or something similar to the playful cloud weapon from jujutsu kaizen?

hamada kei:

they're an ice type mage, so they have a varied attack pattern, but i think they would like a bowstaff or a baton (inspired by nami's clima tact from one piece. it even has the bonus of controlling the weather through temperature - which kei can... sorta do, lmao). something to easily knock-out any monsters that get near them so they can run before they throw up. really, it's more of a back up weapon, since they would take anything out before it got too close to them (inspired by this video!)

izawa ippei:

the actual canon assassin. well, i headcanon he likes collecting all sorts of weapons and learning how to use them, but his go-to would be something slightly ranged, like a spear (inspired by maki's from jujutsu kaizen) or a scythe (i think something simple like the one from soul eater would suit him best)

hoshino minoru:

i also headcanon him as an assassin (i mean, look at that raid outfit - you can't tell me that's not built perfectly for stealth and a better range of motion!), but more short-ranged and borderline fighter style. i think he has a sickle for quick chain kills, and an old dagger for sneak kills. (sickle is directly inspired by percy jackson and chronos' sickle, but i don't think we ever got to see it in a movie, but something along these lines would fit well. dagger is more of the hunting/gutting knife from the hannibal nbc series)

well... that about wraps it up! i tried to get more visuals from media this time instead of just googling the weapon type from the internet. there are some pretty cool weapon designs already out there, unique ones that always catch my eye. i just like weapons a lot lmao

#solo leveling #only i level up #head canons #long post #draw sword guild #goto ryuji #sugimoto reiji #tanaka kenzo #tawata kanae #fujishima tatsumi #ishida mari #shimizu akari #kumamoto atsushi #kei solo leveling #izawa ippei #hoshino minoru

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