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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years

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uroboros, the eternal return (part one)

the first installment of the foster AU. the AU as a whole will be called “Ouroboros” (because i thought i was real clever with how it fit so well) and it’s going to be a series of either one-shots or multi-chapters, like this one! i hope you enjoy this adventure :)

TW: Mentioned/referenced child abuse, skin picking, accidental self harm

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-A Serpent Biting Its Tail-

“Katherine? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

The girl in question looks up from the book she was reading and nodded at her mother, who took a seat beside her on the couch.

“Yeah! What’s up?”

“What do you think about having a sister?”

Well, she cut right to the chase.

Katherine blinked a few times, toiling over what had been said to her. Then, she spoke:

“You’re pregnant?”

Immediately, Jane was laughing and she quickly waved a hand in the air.

“No! Oh, no, Kat, I’m not-” She snorts and covered her mouth with her hand, which makes Katherine start to giggle, too. “I’m not pregnant. What I mean is that I’m going to foster another girl.”

It’s been four years since Katherine’s adoption. Jane remembered when she first met the girl, who was thirteen and jittery. Looking at her now, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in her chest. Now, at the age of seventeen, she’s really grown since then.

“Oh!” Katherine perked up, which really helped to relieve Jane’s fears, “Oh, that’s so cool!”

“So you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, mum! Besides, it’s not my choice, anyway.”

And so, it was settled.

A week later is when the girl arrived, on a late Friday evening after school.

Joan looked as though she was shattered and pieced back together several times. Her eyes were dull orbs of grey-green, which would have looked so beautiful if they had any life left in them. Blonde hair is cut unevenly, but combed as nicely as possible. She doesn’t look up when the front door is open.

“Hello, Cassandra,” Jane greeted the social worker accompanying the newest Seymour, “And hello there, lovely.”

Joan glanced up when she heard the pet name. Jane’s smile was warm, but she couldn’t trust it, so she looked back down, only offering a quiet, “Hi.”

“She’s a little shy,” Cassandra said, squeezing Joan’s shoulder reassuringly.

“I would be, too,” Jane said dismissively. “Come in! It’s cold out there!”

The house is clean, almost spotless. Joan wondered about how long it took to clean up for her arrival. She also wondered about what it looked like normally, when an intruder wasn’t coming over to stay for god knows how long. If her many suitcases were any indication, then she would probably find out what this place was really like.

The Seymour resident was very cozy, something Joan was almost dismayed about. She had been hoping the house was trashy so she wouldn’t have to stay there. It would be considered inhuman to leave a child in a dump (although that was proven wrong by her fifth family....).

But it wasn’t. Fall decor made the entrance and living room look so colorful and warm. There was a fire going in the fireplace, with a black cat and a tortoiseshell curled up on a green cat bed nearby. A grey pit bull puppy bounded up to greet them.

Joan thought her social worker and this Jane woman were expecting her to flinch, as it was a pit bull charging at her, but she didn’t (she almost WANTED to get bitten...and maybe even bleed out for good). She looked at Jane for permission before kneeling down to pet the dog.

“His name is Creature,” Jane informed.

Joan nodded and stood back up, smoothing her shirt. Jane called for someone named Katherine and, a few moments later, a teenager came walking down the stairs. This must have been her new sister.

She was tall. That’s the first thing Joan’s useless crow brain noted, but then it noticed the unnatural color of hair. The teenager’s hair was dyed pink at the tips, which almost gave her punk vibes, but her eyes were sincere, if not a little bit feisty. She seemed to be nice enough.

“Hey,” She said, approaching the pair of newcomers, “I’m Katherine!”

“Joan,” Joan replied and shook Katherine’s hand.

“Those two are Midna and Medli,” Katherine nodded at the pair of cats.

“Oh- like the Zelda character?”

Katherine whipped her head back around, which makes Joan jump a little. She smiled widely.

“Yeah! You play?”

“Yeah,” Joan admitted sheepishly, “One of my other families had a Wii, so... Twilight Princess was amazing.”

“Wasn’t it?” Katherine exclaimed, “It was SO GOOD!”

Jane couldn’t help but smile when the two girls started to talk to each other. It made her happy that they might get along, but she also noticed the way Joan fidgeted and scratched her nails fervently against her fingertips.

“Katherine, why don’t you show Joan to her new room?” Jane suggested so she could talk to Cassandra and Katherine nodded, leading the younger girl up the staircase.

It was an awkward descent, as barely any words were shared. Joan was shown a room that was sparsely furnished, clearly meaning to be a temporary room for guests and not an actual bedroom. Still, it was nice.

“You don’t talk much, huh?”

Joan turned around quickly while she was looking around to look at Katherine, who was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyebrows were raised.

“Umm... I guess so,” Joan mumbled, turning back to the bed, which she ran her palms over several times. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Katherine said. “We’ll get to know each other soon. You seem cool, Jo!”

Joan furrowed her eyebrows at the nickname, but didn’t refuse it. She almost felt a giddy feeling bloom in her chest.

It didn’t last long when she reminded herself that she didn’t belong there.

After Katherine left to give her some space, Joan roots through her backpack for her phone charger and plugs it in before flopping down on the bed. She made the decision that she wasn’t going to unpack straight away, just in case things went south quickly. Maybe by the end of tonight they’d have enough of her.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Joan?” Cassandra knocks on the door a little bit later, pushing it open. “I’m going to leave now.”

“Okay.”

The social worker steps into the room, sitting on the end of Joan’s bed. There’s a moment of silence between them, not unlike during the car ride there, but the woman eventually speaks up.

“I know you’re disappointed, hurt, and scared. You have every right to be,” She said, “But I promise you that this time it’ll be different. They’ve been waiting for you for a week and--”

“A week?” Joan repeats in a whisper, “You mean you’ve known about this whole thing for a week but you didn’t bother to tell me?! You just thought that it would be a good idea to tell me that things aren’t working out on the same day that you take me to a new placement?”

“I didn’t realize until I came to pick you up that you didn’t know what was going on,” Cassandra said, “They said they’d told you.“

Joan shook her head. She pulled her quivering bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down hard. Tears burned her eyes and she did her best to blink her away.

“It’s never different, Cassie,” She whispered, “You’re a liar.”

Cassandra doesn’t say anything. She can’t blame the poor kid for thinking that way. This was her eleventh family in her young life of fifteen years- those numbers would break down anyone.

“I’m so sorry, Joan.” The woman finally said. She leaned over and gently kissed the top of the girl’s head, which makes her whimper a little, “You’ll be okay. I promise.”

Joan can’t believe her.

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Joan knew that what she was doing wasn't good for her, watching blood slowly bubble up from where her nails had dug into another itchy scab. A compulsion, one of her many doctors (they switch a lot depending on family) had tried to explain to whatever her guardian was once, it's in her brain.

Joan knew they couldn't understand. They never did. Most of her families thought it was gross, mainly her younger or female siblings. She didn’t blame them.

Lying in bed that night, on the first night at the Seymour residence, was like waiting on death row. She was anxious, tossing and turning constantly. She wanted to turn the lights on- she never liked the dark- but she was afraid of being yelled at for it. It wouldn’t be the first time.

That’s when her finger twitched and the itch arose.

Well, if nothing else was going to calm her down...

Almost as soon as her attention turned to her left arm, up near the shoulder where it would be hidden by her sleeves, her nails were digging into the edges of a scab. The one furthest up on her arm currently, from when she had gotten into a nasty tussle with her old siblings three days ago (maybe that’s why they got rid of her) and somehow gotten a scratch deep enough to bleed. Joan gritted her teeth against the dull pain, as the old scab came off in flakes, and new blood welled around her nail. The ones that flaked annoyed Joan the most, and she bared her teeth at the smearing blood, determined to scratch the entire old scab out. There was one stubborn bit, clinging to the edge of healthy skin, unwilling to be scratched out of existence, but Joan’s determination was stronger than a tiny scab bit, and it eventually conceded defeat, surrendering to the nail of Joan’s middle finger. She let out a triumphant hum, before leaning further down her arm.

That's how she continued, for a little while, scratching and picking and plucking and grating. It felt...good. Familiar. Perfect. The anxiety quieted down as she carved fresh wounds in her flesh.

Perhaps this night wouldn’t be so bad after all...

———

Joan was...different, the Seymour’s had to admit.

She was shut in, had a personal space bubble as big as the perimeter of the moon, and seemed to have a life goal of being as secretive as possible.

But if she wasn’t brilliant. The girl was intelligent and very well-mannered, despite barely ever speaking any words. She wasn’t like the foster kids you see on media who yell at their temporary parents or hated living with the new family, rather just dealing with it quietly. She never argued over anything requested of her, not that Jane or Katherine ask much. Even so, she quickly took to doing things like the dishes and got flustered if caught.

Joan just made it so goddamn hard to be mad at. Not intentionally; she just had the docile appearance of a baby sheep that you just couldn’t yell at. It was like hunting in the woods and you come across a gentle doe, but you can’t bring yourself to shoot her.

Not only was Joan soft, she was also a good tenant. She was quiet and never asked of much. Hell, she didn’t even go near Katherine’s room unless invited.

Then again, it’s only been three days. Things could change once the grace period was over.

Monday morning, Joan had to get registered for school, which meant she ended up walking in on the middle of first period.

When she opened the door and peeked in, she almost regretted it and considered fleeing. The teacher stopped talking and turned to look at her with her eyebrows raised. Everyone was staring at this point and Joan knew she couldn’t run now. She pulled herself into the classroom and held out a slip of paper.

“I’m new,” She said as confidently as possible, but there was definitely a wobble in her voice. “I was getting registered.”

The teacher took the paper and scanned it over.

“I’m Joan Meutas, ma’am,” She thrusts her hand out, which the teacher was pleasantly surprised about. They shook hands.

“Mrs. Saunders,” The teacher said and then allows Joan to go take a seat. She ends up sitting down by a strikingly beautiful brunette girl with piercing blue eyes, but she quickly stamped down those feelings.

If her ninth house had taught her anything, it’s that she should always keep her sexuality a secret.

However, apparently she was ogling a little too much because she was confronted about it at lunch. It wasn’t mean, it wasn’t loud, it wasn’t noticed by a ton of people, rather a quick affair with absolutely no homophobic things said, it just...

In that moment, nothing could compare to the pain in Joan’s stomach- a hot ball of shame. She slammed the bathroom stall door shut and gasped, feeling so weak and vulnerable. She desperately wanted to stop crying, but no matter how hard she squeezed her shoulders, the tears just would not stop.

She dug her fingernails into her forearms and cried. She shuddered and sobbed in that stall for a long time, rocking back and forth on her knees. Dizziness shattered her skull like a sledgehammer against her temples. Her eyes screwed shut when everything around her started to spin, making her wooziness worse. Her nails grazed over the flesh on her arm. Her skin prickles and she grits her teeth, scratching to try and satisfy the itch.

It doesn’t work. In fact, it made her feel worse. Joan wanted to die right then and there. She considered drowning herself in the sink.

Then, the door opened and closed, and someone walked in. Joan tensed up and held her breath.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?”

Joan doesn’t know what made her get up, but she did, for some reason, and wrestled her robe back on. After wiping her eyes and making herself look somewhat less pathetic, she pushed open the stall door and looked out.

A girl was standing out there, obviously. It was the girl’s bathroom after all.

She had frizzy, curly hair that made her look like a lion, but her eyes were sweet. She’s a little taller than Joan and looks slightly older, maybe by a year, but they’re both in the same grade. She remembers seeing her in her second period.

When she sees her, she smiled warmly, obviously trying to let her know she wasn’t a threat.

“Hey,” She said.

“Shouldn’t you be at lunch?” Joan points out, stepping out of the stall fully and crossing her arms over her chest. She’s trying to seem cool and collective, but the way she had to lean against the wall and the tear stains down her cheeks betrays what she wants.

“Yeah,” The girl replied, laughing a little, “I’m Maria de Salinas.”

Joan wrinkles her nose. She doesn’t understand what she’s trying to do or what she wants.

Like there’s sand in her throat, she coughs and then laughs dryly, pain grating down the muscles in her neck like claws of ice.

“Listen,” She grits out, carving bloody half-moons in her palms with her fingernails, “I don’t know what you want, but I’m sorry for looking at your friend. If you’re going to hit me, can you just get it over with?”

A seriously concerned look crosses Maria’s face. She stared at Joan in shocked silence before shaking her head.

“I would never.” She said.

Joan raised an eyebrow before daring to move off the wall. She wants to flee and hide somewhere, away from everyone.

“Yeah, okay,” She muttered through her busted lips.

“It’s true!” Maria said, following her with her eyes.

Joan snorted lightly at that.

Maria tilted her head at her. She’s very pale, and the younger girl looks more dead than alive at this point, broken down by something Maria wasn’t aware of just yet. When she notices her swaying, she gently grabs Joan by the arm and guides her back over to the wall.

“You’re Joan Meutas, yes?” She questioned.

“Unfortunately,” She answered in a drained, tired voice. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m being nice,” Maria states, “You look like you need a friend. You seemed lonely in second. And I saw you run in here crying, so...”

Joan’s ears burned and she dips her head. She tried to tell her that maybe Maria was genuinely trying to be nice, but she couldn’t trust anyone anymore.

She was still for a moment before trying to jerk away. It sends her reeling, temples throbbing, skin burning, vision blurring. Hands grasp her forearms and steadies her. She doesn’t look at Maria, keeping her head bowed. Her breathing is audible and shaky. She wants to tell her to let go of her, but she suddenly can’t get enough air into her lungs.

Maria notices.

“Easy, easy,” She coaches gently, “Take a deep breath. Like me. Try following along with me. Just breathe me with. It’s going to be okay.”

Joan tried, doing pretty well aside from the fact that she stuttered on her breathing and forced more air into her already full lungs. Her chest stings in disagreement and she exhales, though it comes out sounding more like a wheeze.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She croaked.

“Hun, look at me. Do I really look like the kind of person who will judge you for crying?”

Joan looks up and Maria’s eyebrows are raised. She sniffles.

“Well… I don’t know.” She shrugged and the older girl laughed slightly.

She leans back a little, shifting her weight onto one leg. It still feels like pins and needles are raining down on her skin, but it’s a little bit easier to ignore with Maria around. She doesn’t know why.

“Thanks,” She said, picking at some lint on her jacket, “For coming in here, I mean.”

“No problem, love.”

Maria eases an arm around her shoulder, which she actually allows, and she smiled a little before hissing in between her teeth. The curly-haired girl thinks she’s done something wrong and goes to pull away, but Joan grabs her by the wrist and keeps herself securely in her embrace.

“I left all my stuff in the cafeteria when I ran out,” She clarified with a sigh, “I have to go get it.”

She goes to move, but, this time, it’s Maria who keeps the embrace going.

“Joey, if I may,” He said, “Are you really sure you should be going back out there? If you were crying in a school bathroom, I bet whatever happened wasn’t good.”

“I’m really over exaggerating what happened... It doesn’t matter.”

Maria makes a small, disgruntled noise, but doesn’t stop her. Instead, she goes along with her.

“You didn’t have to come.” Joan said.

“Joey,” Maria clipped, “I’m going.”

And Joan couldn’t help but smile a little more at that.

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School feels safer than home and Joan doesn’t know why. Maybe because school is brutally honest. People make it known that they don’t like you, not hide it from you. Although it hurt, Joan preferred it that way. She rather be told out front that she wasn’t wanted rather than someone acting like that actually wanted her around.

Joan is mostly silent as she pokes at her dinner. She’s sure Jane is staring at her with a disgruntled expression because she was being so picky, but she wasn’t completely sure as her head was angled down towards the table.

“Joan,” Jane eventually started and Joan couldn’t help but tense up, “I was cleaning your room today. I wanted to ask why there was blood on your sheets.”

Joan was paralyzed. Her hands clenched around her fork and she didn’t dare look up.

“Is something wrong, honey?” Jane asked gently, “Are you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because she was scared. Scared of bothering Jane, scared of being yelled at, scared of being told that if she wanted pain, then it could be inflicted on her.

“Joan?” Jane called out when she heard a tight whimper.

Joan suddenly shot up from her seat and bolted up the stairs. Tears explode from her eyes and she’s sobbing by the time she gets into her bedroom (no. it’s not her bedroom. not anymore). The first thing she does is start packing.

She was so stupid! How could she think Jane would be different? Of course she would invade her privacy and search for anything that could prove that she was a horrible mess of a person. Nobody ever respected her things.

They all just wanted a reason to get her out.

“Joan?”

Jane is now standing in her doorway.

“Joan, why are you packing?”

Joan prepares herself for a beating or berating- one final act of humiliation before she was kicked out again.

“Joan-”

Joan shrieks when Jane touched her shoulder. It was as soft as Maria’s touch (she missed Maria already) earlier that day but something about it was different. This was an adult touching her, and she couldn’t trust them anymore.

The girl reeled away as if she had been electrocuted and stumbled, tumbling to the ground. Jane is immediately upon her and she scrambled into the corner, raising her arms and preparing to try and protect her head. Jane froze and softened her voice.

“I’m not going to hurt you, honey,” She murmured, “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She glanced back at the bag that was messily half-packed, “Why were you packing?”

“A-aren’t you gonna give me away now?” Joan stuttered over her shaky breathing, “B-because-”

“Oh, no, honey, no,” Jane said, “I would never. Certainly not over something so inconvenient.”

Joan didn’t ease up from her huddle, but allows Jane to crouch in front of her. She sniffled again, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“You’re not?” She squeaked out.

“I’m not,” Jane assured her. She sat down cross-legged in front of Joan, keeping a safe distance between the two of them, “I just want to know where the blood came from. Do you think you can tell me?”

It took a moment for Joan to answer, as she was focused on steadying her breathing. She pressed her head against the wall, taking deep, calming breaths. She opened her eyes eventually and Jane’s patient, loving expression was the first thing she saw.

Then, she tugged up her sleeves and held out her ugly, gross, scabbed arm.

Jane gasped softly and Joan prepared to be yelled at for her skin-picking habit, but she wasn’t. Instead, Jane asked to touch and held Joan’s hand delicately when permission was given. She carefully grazed her fingertips over the scars, which still makes Joan whimper in distress and fright.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise.” Jane told her, squeezing her hand comfortingly, “I’ll help you, okay? Kitty and I both. And I know that may be hard for you to believe, and I don’t blame you for that, but know that I’ll never hurt you. You don’t have to like me, you don’t have to think of me as you mother, but give me a chance. Please.”

Joan looked at her, looked deep into her steel grey eyes which held so much compassion and motherly warmth, so much...promise and security.

Then, she dared to nod in agreement.

#foster au #i didnt do it justice at all im so sorry #this part sucks ass #part two will be better i promise!!#joan on the keys #jane seymour #katherine howard #maria on the drums #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical au #tw: child abuse #tw: skin picking #tw: self harm

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fictionalabyss · 6 years

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Big sisters.

Pairing : Winchesters, Child!Reader (age5), Jody, Claire, Alex

Word count : 1,275

Warnings : Parental death mentioned in passing. fluffy happy ending.

Square filled : doing their makeup.

Written for : @spnfluffbingo

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Sam snickered as he walked into the room and glanced at his brother. “Shut it, Sammy.” Dean growled, earning him another snicker. “I swear to-”

“No moving!” you whined.

“Sorry.” he mumbled, and continued to sit as still as possible while you reached into the small colorful bag on the table. You turned back to him, and once he saw what you had in your hands, he shot him little brother a glare, daring him to say something.

Sam snickered once more and sat at the other end of the table and opened his laptop. He was quiet for a minute, waiting until you started applying color to Dean’s lips, then he glanced over and turned back to his laptop before Dean could notice. “Purple is you’re color, Dean. Brings out your eyes.” He tried to keep a straight face, and failed.

“You know what-” Dean started to get out of his seat without much warning to you, and when he felt the lipstick you had been applying go down his chin, he glanced down at your face. You eyes were wide, mouth open in a silent gasp. “Shit.” he mumbled to himself. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I-” your eyes shifted to meet his and he could see them about to water. “N-no. No don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Look, we can fix it.” He grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tried to wipe the lipstick off his chin. “See? We can do it again, I promise I won’t move.”

Sam glanced over, an amused smile on his face. “Gotta be careful there, Dean.” He teased.

“Hey.” Dean brushed a thumb over your cheek, as if wiping away tears he knew would fall any moment. “You can do Sammy’s make up too. Would you like that?” He saw the shift in your eyes, and the smile fall from his brothers face. “And look, Sammy has long hair, too. You can go nuts. Full salon experience. I think there’s some nail polish somewhere that Charlie had left before she-” he stopped and cleared his throat. “I’ll go find it. You get started on Sammy.”

You turned to Sam and the smile on your face grew as you took in his hair. “Dean.” Sam’s voice was almost a warning as he brother hopped out of the chair and started out of the room. “Dean! Don’t you-”

“You gotta sit still, kay?” You tossed everything back in your little bag and started around the table towards Sam down by the end.

“Okay but, please not the hair.” You shook your head at him. “Dean!” Sam called out, not taking his eyes off you. “You better be calling Jody!”

You moved up a chair behind him and climbed up onto it. “Brush please.” Sam groaned as you held out your hand over his shoulder. Reaching into the little bag, he pulled out a small brush and handed it to you.

“No.” You looked up at them with wide scared eyes. “No! I wanna stay with you!”

Dean sighed, and crouched down. “Look, kid, we’ve had fun. But Sammy and I, we can’t keep you.”

“No!” You tried to turn and run, but ran into Sam, and Dean wrapped an arm around you. “No..” you cried, relenting and letting him pull you into a hug.

“You’ll be safe here.” Sam reassured you. “And we can visit.”

“What we do.. It’s no life for a kid, sweetheart. We know that better than anyone, we lived it.” You shook your head. “If you miss us, you can call. Anytime. Okay? I’ll always call back when I can. And like Sammy said, we can visit.”

“And you won’t be the only girl.” Sam pointed out. “Here, you can have big sisters. Maybe have slumber parties, and do hair and makeup.” Dean glanced up and Sam shrugged.

“Really?” You turned and looked up at Sam.

He gave a nod. “They’re much older, but maybe they can teach you some new makeup tips. Or maybe you can teach them something.” He gave you a wink.

You looked to Dean who realized what Sam was trying to do. “Only one way to find out, kid. Ready?”

You shook your head, but Dean gave you a soft smile before standing. You grabbed hold of his hand tight, and Sam picked up your backpack that carried the few items you had. Once on the door step, Sam reached out and rang the bell.

The door opened, and a girl with long blond hair answered, giving Dean a smile before she glanced down and saw you. “Oh come on, another one?”

“Can it, Claire. Where’s Jody?” He moved around her and you glanced up to see her roll her eyes as Dean brought you into the house.

“Kitchen.” she muttered and Sam followed and she let the door slam. “Jody, company!”

You looked around as you were brought further into the house. “Hey, Jody.” You looked up and saw how Dean smiled at the woman pulling something out of the oven.

“Boys! What brings you to-” She turned and froze for a moment when she saw you hiding behind Dean’s leg. “Couldn’t find any family, huh?”

“Nope.” Sam gave her a sad smile as she glanced up at him.

“Hi, hun.” She shifted a bit to the left to see you, but you tucked yourself further behind Dean. “Shy one?”

“Scared.” Dean correct. “Ghouls.”

Jody winced, instantly understanding. “How old is she?”

“Five.” Sam answered and put the backpack down on a chair. “When we were packing her up a few things, we found her birth certificate. Thought it might help us find some family.”

“It’ll make adopting her easier if I can’t.” Jody sighed and straightened up again. “It’ll be a nice change from the moody attitude I’m getting from the girls.” Jody rolled her eyes. “Anything else I need to know?” She glanced between the brothers.

“She really likes doing make-up.” Dean warned.

“And hair.” Sam turned, and Jody chuckled at the braid in the back of Sam’s hair.

“Finally, a girly girl.” Jody smiled and crouched down again. “I’m terrible at hair and makeup. That’s why I keep it so short.” You peeked out from behind Dean at her, taking in her short hair. “You’ll be safe here.” She smiled. “I’m a sheriff. Claire,” She pointed to the blonde that was behind you in the other room. “Hunter, like Sam and Dean.” You glanced back with wide eyes. “And then I have Alex. The girliest girl I’ve got. Wanna meet her?”

You gave her a small nod.

“Alex, honey, we’ve got company.”

“Hey, guys.” A girl with long brown hair came in and smiled at the brothers. “Who’s this?”

“Pretty.” you breathed out looking up at her, and she smiled.

“She’s going to be staying with us. Mind putting her things in your room until we get one set up for her?”

“Of course.” Alex smiled and held out a hand for you. Without even looking up at Dean, you reached out and took it, letting go of his. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You answered quietly. “C-can I play with your hair?”

She chuckled and picked up your bag. “After supper. I promise.”

Sam and Dean both watched as you walked off with Alex. “She put up such a damn fight outside..” Dean muttered.

“Go get cleaned up you two.” Jody ordered them, and they glanced at her. “You’re staying for a few days. She needs to settle in, and Donna will have my hide if she gets here tomorrow and you two skipped out.”

“But we-”

“No arguments. Go.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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isaacathom · 6 years

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why the fuck all these sorcerers old maes of rothbarts, huh. and whythe fuck do they always turn her into a swan. like, ok, clavius or w/e the fuck from the second movie gets a pass because it was odettes idea (and, again, i love odette, so im all for it. and it was a good plan). zelda has no excuse. did she not know about this. why would you turn her into a BIRD. WHO CAN /FLY/. why not like... a fucking turtle or smth. slow as fuck. stck in a cave in a mountain. she cant do shit. or is it that odettes just got that swan magic shit stuck on her from rothbart so its just swans all the way down. since i GUESS zelda and clavius are both weaker than rothbart, which makes them weird villains actually. like why would i give a shit about rothbarts apprentice if the one time derek met rothbart he killed him after like, idk, a 5 minute fight? yea derek nearly died but thats an average sunday for him. thats how it is. shot him once he died. this isnt complex.

also on the revive thing. that was why i didnt like the third movie. if we say the first one is ‘good’ (certainly not a bad childrens film, obvs). the second movie does enough new that its not just a retread. odette turning into a swan by her own choice, despite the risks, and her saving derek, and her not dying (tho jean bob did, which i did not remember happening, but ok). and it showed a development in the relationship. and encouraged ol dere-boy to appreciate his wife and mother sometimes. thats good. happy for the guy.

then you cut to movie three and dereks just lying to his wife despite the fact she has VERY REASONABLE objections to keeping dark magic shit lying around, given that she straight up died because of it once. she’s in the right here. derek is noble, perhaps, but an absolute idiot. then odette gets captured again, fuck me, then she gets rescued, again, and then instantly gets fucking killed by a fireball. well i mean fuck i guess. then she comes back even though she defintiely straight up died. in movie 1 you can wiggle the timing of it, held her last breath outta the power of love or whatever, but swan!odette got struck by a fireball and woulda crashed into the ground below, fucking her Right up. she straight up dead. so what the fuck gives. how the fuck is she back? which bitch is magic here. did derek fucking call upon dark magic to revive his wife? i have questions. also its just boring.

ok whats movie 4. christmas? THEIR FIRST CHRISTMAS???? youre telling me that the first three movies take place over the span of less than a year??? and season wise, probably like.. 6 months, tops? what the fuck? jesus. that paints derek in a bad fucking light, i tell ya. fucks him right up. god dammit derek. ‘chest with an r on it’ where did it come from? who put it there? ubertas castle isnt the same castle as the one derek has, since derek’s used to be rothbarts. that was a plot point. if i was gonna find some soul box of rothbarts, itd be in rothbarts old castle. so... why is it in ubertas? is my question? ok.

rothbart did you learn NOTHING from the first movie. stop turning her into a fucking swan. you fucking idiot what the fuck. god dammit. oh, so finally derek dies? took em 4 movies and 20 years. there we go. and is revived by the sprit of chr- oh my god. ok lets not worry about the christmas movie. whats the next one.

ok so i guess the reason she keeps going swan is because shes the Swan Princess. as like, an entity. she didnt become it because of rothbart, she was always it, like, spiritually? prophetically? ok. fine. shouldnt a stopped rothbart clipping her wings or whatever. and she is straight up magic? alright. fair. i buy that. it explains a lot. and the dark arts just straight up try to set her on fire? hardcore. but then you kill some random peasants instead. thats awkward.

ok honestly i think i just flat out dont understand what the 5th movie is about beyond like, prophecies, scullions (the fuck is a scullion? squirrels? ok. also the surname of an australian senator, how bout that) and like.... some shit. dunno what the fucks up with that but ok. we’ll just uh. leave that one. at least i didnt have to imagine odette and derek fucking because given how old i was when i watched the first movie im not sure i ever want to think about that (naturally now i have to. oh boy)

‘scully in ghost form’ ok we’ve gone off the rails here, i think. more fucking ghosts. but like, ghost animals. one who everyone can see? which sort of renders his death in the last film a bit moot, if he sticks around anyway. at least in the original three, people got REVIVED by like, Love or something. poor scully doesnt even get that. just has to be a ghost instead. far out.

oh piss off lads theyre like 12. no romance for the 12 year olds please.

‘uberta, still in love’ didnt uberta and rodgers confess in movie 4 or something. or did we all just sort of not deal with that. its not like they died or anything to wipe their memories. so why wouldnt they still be in love, is what im saying. im confused by this statement. oh my bad i skimmed, she fell in love with some other idiot. alright uberta. go for it i Guess. he’s probably some dark mage but alright dont worry about it.

‘count antonios submarine’ his what? his What? no straight up, his what? they have SUBMARINES????? but??? what?????? ? someone more up to date on swan princess lore, how does he have a submarine????? the tech level has been like, solid pre-victorian before this, right. like medieval english shit. where the fuck did he get a SUBMARINE. A SUBMARINE. what the fuck. ? like i know that the ‘reboot’ or 3d movies are kinda weird for the canon just in general but ? a submarine??? lads.

‘now called prince lucas’ it has not been adequately explained to me why this is. are these wikipedia pages written by children? im very confused. why would he be a prince. alise i get, she was adopted, but lucas still has parents. yea he was given up for adoption at some point, but he’s fine now. so. yknow. ? pardon. wouldnt just giving him a title like Lord or smth make more sense, narratively. like the whole thing earlier was that he felt about his status difference with alise (despite alise being an ex-peasant too? but thats fair) so wouldnt like, giving him a lord title or smth fit that without making No fucking sense. is there some other kingdom now? that he a prince of? wikipedia i need answers.

ok i saw the cover for the 8th movie and what the Fuck did they do to derek. no. my man. what the fuck.

something about that face is viscerally distressing to me. they havent put him on a over since movie 5, probably matching his uh. completely fucking irrelevance. but Oof. keep him off the cover, maybe. what the fuck. im wounded. also the fact yuri lowenthal voices reboot derek still fucks me up even though i have never heard him in the role. as you can tell. by me reading the wikipedia descriptions of all movies post original trilogy. oof.

so, Z’s huh. is that right. Z’s. ok so, first, Zorro. second, there is literally a character whose name starts with Z already part of the canon, that being Zelda from the third movie. she’s dead as fuck, but the track record here prevents nothing.

‘ghost rope’ mhm. ‘glass is the only thing that can hold a ghost’ i cant tell if this contradicts the ghost box from movie 4 or not but i feel like it does. i feel like everything i was just told about ghost mechanics contradicts the 4th movie in some way. then again the fucking rothbart box is just a ??? where did that come from. who put that there. did the fucking forbidden arts manifest it. lads? the box confuses me, still, and its been like 15 minutes since i read that page anyway, at LEAST.

so, ghost rope. and the Z’s are N’s. oh ok. cool.

ok again, the submarine. why is there a submarine. i cant handle that.

ok so what ive learnt is that the first two movies are probably the most cohesive, and at the stretch the first four are probably a decent set. basically, the first movie is fine, and you can watch any up until 4 with it still basically making sense (bar the FUcking Ghost Box???? what the fuck). decently cohesive on plot alone. the 3d jump for movie 4 is good reason to cut it out, but if you dont give a shit then thats fine, right.

everything after 4 is just a ??? ok.

a fucking submarine, REALLY

#swan princess stuff #i just spent an hour reading all the swan princess wikipedia pages what the fuck is up my dudes #i stand by the first two movies being good. they probably arent like. the best movies ever? but theyre perfectly fine #and i think they have merit! like they have some good qualities. primarily in the character of Odette! who is the best one #itd be weird if she wasnt considering the series is named for her. but i think shes pretty good in the first two movies. at least in part #the thrd movie is markedly weaker (probably because it was full direct to video) and is just kinda boring. but probably fine #everything after the first three i havent seen. on plots alone i think 4 and 5 seem decent enough? perhaps 6 too idk #7 and 8 i cant really talk on because the wikipedia pages for those are just. incomprehensible. they seem kinda shit honestly #im willing to accept 4 because he idea of derek being the one to die for once is cool with me. weirdly enough #even though i mostly like him. he is a fucking idiot tho and i think he deserves to just know what his wife has been through #and if the man had to die this one time for that to happen then so be it. be a better husband ya dumbass. love you tho #idk man i love odette thats it. shes cool

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