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#Supernatural prefrences

shelbgrey · 2 years

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Gabriel As Your Garudian Angel

~ first of all its the first and almost only thing he has ever tooken seriously

~when he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

~when he first met you he immediately took the roll. He Loved your personality and stuck around.

~you were a kid when you first met so you just thought he was an imaginary friend.

~he hung around in your toddler years but slowly stopped showing up when you befriend Sam and dean

~he felt like you didn't need him anymore so he protected you from a far

~after awhile you forget the angel and figured the boy with golden wings was an imaginary friend.

~you didn't have encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter.

~your first case involving him he was just know as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

~that pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

~that same time period he didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

~during his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked)

~after that you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

~ “I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

~“you don't remember me? I'm hurt Sugar”

~for some reason you showed murcy on him and convinced the boys to let him go.

~“I always thought you were my imaginary friend”

~“I stopped hanging around because you had the boys... I guess I thought you didn't need me anymore so I protected you from a far”

~after that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

~he'd always wake you up with his favorite song heat of the moment. Or he'd wake you up like an alarm that was set on radio mode.

~“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

~you guys grew close and your friendship kinda turned romantic to both of your fright.

~guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

~then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

~after yours and Dean's failed atempt to a relationship gabe flew in.

~it started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

~not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt.

~“everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

~you kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react. But after one of his tricks it came out, but it also caused Sam to break his arm.

~that was the biggest flaw in your relationship. His ability to not care that he screws with your Family.

~“I'm tired of you hurting them all the time. We're a team. If you hurt them, you hurt me...some guardian angel you are”

~that hurt the both of you but it proved you two were ment to stay friends. It also made you realize the whole relationship was something you guys wanted to do because it was going against the rules.

~he reminded faithful to his Job and his friendship to you. He even helped you fix your relationship with Dean(which is who you belong with).

~the first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer.

~the boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

~after you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored gabe you were beyond furious.

~gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

~you where the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself.

~“I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

~ he stayed around again and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

~then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. Even if you had your boyfriend Dean. And by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

~that wasn't his mind set. You were and always be his best friend. There ain't no him with out you.

~he never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean but gabe could care less. It was unnatural for him because you'd think he'd take it to his advantage but he didn't.

~during that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you.

~“lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

~during the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

~when it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time.

~it took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name.

~while everyone celebrated there return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

~the pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers(you never took them out).

~What hurt the worst was there was a gold feather in the pocket as well. His feather.

~you wore it on a necklace and psychologically it made you feel safer.

~after he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

~Dean didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

~“he really did care about you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

~Cas later tried to take the job because he thought gabe would want that but her couldn't.

~you only get one gaurdian angel and gabe was the best and only one.

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester:

Caught (NEW) ~ Y/n needs to relax, Dean leaves and Sam takes the opportunity to help her. ~ 18+, NSFW, SMUT.

The Date ~ Y/n is getting ready for a big date with Sam, Sam surprises her at the date. ~ No warnings, very sweet story.

The Red Dust ~ Sam and Y/n go on a hunt together, it goes sideways and they get hit with a spell. Y/n needs release and doesn't know how to get it. ~ 18+, NSFW, MDNI, choking, smut.

What? ~ Rough sex with sam, a couple months later you find out you're pregnant and you tell him after a hunt. ~ 18+. NSFW, MDNI, pregnancy

Listen ~ You go on a bad hunt, a hunt you weren't supposed to go on. ~ 18+, Daddy Kink, NSFW

Bad Boy ~ Sam is possessed by a demon. A Vey hot Sam. ~18+, NSFW

Shy Sam ~ Sam likes you, Dean teases him about it. ~ No warnings.

Something New ~ Y/n is casually drinking at a bar, Souless sam approaches. ~ 18+, Souless Sam, mentions of killing/murder, NSFW

I'm Here ~ You get taken by Crowely, Sam finds you and saves you. ~ 18+, NSFW, Kidnapping, mentions of smut

Sammy ~ Sammys got a big crush on you. ~No warnings, just cute.

Hurt ~ You and Sam get hurt during a hunt, you get some days off together. ~ voilence, fluff.

Sam's Got A Crush ~ How Sam would act when he's got a crush. ~ Blurb, No warnings.

I Will Always Love You ~ Y/n is depressed. ~ Sad, language.

Party ~ You and Sam go to a party and play spin the bottle. ~ Teenage Sam and Reader (18), Drinking.

Are You Alright ~ You asked Sam to be more rough in bed. He delivers. ~ 18+, NSFW.

Dating Sam ~ Dating Sam ~ Blurb, No warnings.

Just Thinking ~ Y/n can't help but notice how good Sam looks. Y/n has a lot of dirty thoughts. ~ 18+, NSFW, mentions of sex.

For the First Time ~ Sam and Y/n meet through Donna. ~ No warnings.

Thank you ~ Sam hates the way Dean treats you, he takes you from Dean. ~ 18+, NSFW, Abuse.

I Have To Tell You ~ Y/n gets hurt on the hunt, Sam decides he needs to tell her how he truly feels. ~ Reader getting hurt.

Feel Loved ~ Y/n has bad luck with relationships, she's really lonely and wants to feel loved. ~ 18+, NSFW, drinking, bossy Sam, bossy y/n.

Sam? PT. 1 ~ Sam is a demon. ~ 18+, NSFW, Demon rough Sam <3.

Sam? PT. 2 (Final) ~ Demon Sam ~ 18+, NSFW, tied up.

Dean Winchester:

I Care (NEW) ~ Dean and Y/n break up, after a few months Dean saves her from a vamp nest. They make up. ~ 18+, NSFW

I'm Back! ~Y/n leaves randomly one day, Y/n is gone for 6 years. She comes back. Dean hasn't gotten over her leaving. ~ fighting, no other warnings.

I Dare You ~ Dean protects you. ~ No warnings.

Dean's Got A Crush ~ Dean's got a crush on you ~ Blurb, No warnings.

I've Missed You ~ You haven't seen Dean for 6 years, he left you. He didn't want you to get hurt. You run into him during a hunt. ~ 18+, smut

Dating Dean ~Dating dean ~ Blurb, No warnings.

Life Is Hard ~ Reader is depressed. ~ Sad

Time For Bed ~ quick little fluff. ~ No warnings.

Can I See Your Tattoo? ~ Y/n finally gets the nerve to make a move on Dean ~ 18+. NSFW

Just Go Away ~ Dean gets mad at Y/n after a hunt. ~ 18+, NSFW

Fucking Car ~ Y/n is mad because Dean spends all his time working on his car. ~ 18+

Finally ~Y/n and Dean have a crush on each other, the never tell each other. One day Y/n walks into the bathroom while Dean is in there, he takes control and kisses her. ~ 18+, smut, Loving Dean (warning for the heart. )

Lucky ~ Y/n gets kidnapped by Crowley, he tortures her trying to get info, Dean and Sam save her. Dean eventually tells her that he wants a life with her. ~ Voilence, torture, blood.

Please. ~ You wanted to dominate over Dean for once and he let you. ~ 18+, NSFW, sub Dean.

Sam, Dean, Prefrences:

NYE Parties ~ Sam and Dean's NYE ~ No warnings.

How He Would React ~ How he gets when you flirt with someone else. ~ 18+, NSFW

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

Mine (NEW) ~ Bucky is your boss, you always had a little crush on him. He has one on you too and he shows you. ~ 18+ only, NSFW, Smut, sir kink, Dom(Bucky).

I hate you ~ You and Bucky get stuck on a mission together 18+ ~ Smut mentioned, voilence, language.

You forgot me ~ Bucky gets controlled again, he forgets you. ~ Fighting, language.

Let's go on a date ~ You and Bucky meet in 1940, he takes you out on a date. You end up meeting again after he's taken. ~ Language.

Take Me Home ~ A guy hits on you, Bucky gets jealous. You find it hot and want him to take you home. ~ Smut, NSFW, choking, praising kink.

Date ~ Bucky takes you out on a date after being told by your cousin Clint. You and Bucky have a wonderful time. ~ NO warnings.

Never ~ Steve leaves you and Bucky helps you get through it. ~ Sad, death

Chris Evans/ Steve Rogers/ Lloyd Hansen:

Sunshine ~ Lloyd takes you. ~ NSFW, 18+, Blade kink, Daddy Kink, ect.

I Don't Really Give A Shit What You Want ~ Chris pisses you off so you give him the silent treatment. He gets back at you. ~ 18+, NSFW, rough.

Sit ~ Chris comes back from a trip very frustrated. ~ NSFW, 18+, ect.

Let's Stay ~ Steve wants to stay home. ~ No warnings.

Impressive (NEW) ~ Steve always has to be in control ~ 18+, NSFW

Thor:

I Need You ~ Thor comes back, he's sad, mad, and needy. ~ Smut, 18+.

I've Missed You. (NEW) ~ Thor comes back from Asgard, he shows you how much he's missed you. ~ 18+, NSFW, sweet but rough Thor.

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chaotic-constellations · 9 months

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INTRODUCTION ─ hello. i'm shawn. i'm thirty one years old and reside on the east coast. i would label myself as a chaotic homosexual with he/him pronouns. during my free time ... one can find me obsessing over my meticulously organized spotify playlistss, dabbling in various art mediums, or reading alone. i've also been in the roleplay community since i was a teenager (mainly jcink or invisionfree forums) and it's always served as an outlet for me! my inbox is always open to discuss ideas and potential plots!

WRITING PREFRENCES ─ historically, even more so in the past few years i tend to find myself writing mostly males who find themselves in mxm relationships. when it comes to triggers there isn’t much that overwhelms me and if i’m uncomfortable, i’ll vocalize that. as a writer in this community, i value all kinds of styles and creative outlets but much prefer threads and rapid-fires. i'm pretty open to most genres but my most preferred are real life, supernatural, based on, southern gothic, and comic inspired. please keep in mind that we're not limited to just those and i'm willing to discuss all sorts of ideas.

DEVELOPMENT ─ i’m the kind of writer who adores character development and creating extensive ships that can weather the storm. yes, i’m aware that i’m new to tumblr roleplay but some of my best partners have been made on similar sites and we’ve created some amazing characters in the process that we still write to this very day. i value plots with longevity and that we can flesh out over time. secondly, i’m an extreme fan of headcanons and creating content that drives our characters' ships forward. i’m not a fan of one-shots and then ditching pairs unless the “chemistry” isn’t there.

current muses. › discord server. › favorite faces. › wanted faces. › open starters. › thread tracker (coming soon). › ship aesthetic (coming soon). › resources. › visuals.

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moccahobi · 1 year

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2022 Review

I’ve done these a few times! Love reviewing my writing this way! Thank you @here4theheartbreak for giving me the outline for this last year!

Fandom(s): BTS and Got7

Total Fics: 17

Total Words: 48,673 words

~SHIP/CHARACTER BREAKDOWN~

Ships (if applicable):

Yoongi x Namjoon

Hoseok x Taehyung

Namjoon x Jimin

Jaebum x Youngjae

Character Frequency:

Jungkook: 1

Taehyung: 8

I am counting each post separately, so this is skewed by AFBTTYA

Jimin: 2

Hoseok: 1

Namjoon: 2

Yoongi: 2

Seokjin: 1

Jaebum: 3

Youngjae: 3

Character POVs:

AFBTTYA has a mix of multiple character POVs (Reader, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yoongi)

Reader

Jimin

Yoongi

Taehyung

Listen and Learn has both Seokjin and the reader

Did you seem to have a preference for any particular member/ship/pov? Why?

Namjoon in ships is a fairly common one! I think that next year, I want to mindfully explore other ships!

Love me a Namjoon ship! Also it was very much part of the projects I was working on.

Less of a prefrence, I noticed (while counting all the fic pairings) that I didn’t have a Seokjin fic. In 2023, I really want to be more conscious of the members I am writing for.

I was mostly focusing on AFBTTYA and other fics/stories were less mindfully focused on. It happens.

Though mentally, I think that I often lean more towards writing POVs from specific members, I do see more of a lean towards the reader! Quite interesting!

Reader POVs are still my default so I think I notice when I do other POVs (with reader inserts).

~SPECIFICS~

Best and Worst Title?

Best: Let You Fly

Worst: Defrosting Ivy

Best and Worst first line?

Best: “The sweet fragrance of the flower shop filled Jimin’s nostrils as he worked away on a bouquet order.” (Let You Fly)

Worst: “You looked down at the sheet of paper, the first of many...” (Listen and Learn)

Best and Worst ending line?

Best: “Everyone felt like a family. A Home. And as the night became day, you started to understand the truth.” (Buried Truths)

This was actually a modified prompt from a prompt generatior that told me to end with something along the lines of “As the run rose, he understood the truth.”

Worst: “Now the real fun began.” (Hands, Hands, and More Hands)

~GENERAL QUESTIONS~

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected?

Oh my I wrote so much! So much! I am in awe!

Any reasons why?

I had anticipated and planned to only write a little. All I really kept focus on was finishing AFBTTYA and anything else was a happy biproduct.

What pairing/genre/fandom/trope did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

OpEds!

How was it?

I enjoyed it a lot! One was a hit and the other wasn’t but I intend to keep writing them! They are going to be something I do every once in a while and I am excited to have these convos!

What’s your favorite story this year?

Let You Fly! I enjoyed it soooooooooooo much!

Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Why?

Buried Truths! With an ace reader, a supernatural plot, some side plots, and a fun mxm pairing! It was so fun!

Highkey, that dynamic started as a critique of people who don’t like MxM. Common critiques I see for MxM are that it is forcing sexuality or a ship on the members... that it is disrespectful to imagine two members together. So in this story, having the reader be a wing person with no romantic pairing was a sort of to show how MxM, like MxR, is set in a world of disbelief. MxM isn’t saying that this pairing is real or that we want it to happen, it is simply a story. Also I really wanted to have more ace representation in fics so it was fun to make the reader ace and have a plot around that.

Okay, your readers' most popular story?

A Story From a Different Time

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Buried Truths. Hands down.

Why?

It’s MxM, there is a reader but no pairing, it’s a supernatural au, it’s Got7. There are many reasons I think it didn’t get a lot of notes.

Story that could have been better?

Listen and Learn

Why?

I wrote it sort of last minute. I realized I hadn’t done something for Seokjin and wanted to. So it kinda just... was quickly put together! I think it could’ve been fun to expand on more.

Sexiest story?

Stares in ace.

My most acesexy story is Defrosting Ivy. Through out the past two years, I’ve been collecting quotes and ideas from different shows, books, podcasts, and conversations and pulling them together to try to come up with a story. I have so many fun, exciting, and tourturesome ideas at hand for that story. I can’t wait.

Saddest story?

Let You Fly

What a great angsty story! I love it!

Fluffiest story?

Heated Blanket or A Story From a Different Time!

Most fun story (in content)?

A Story From a Different Time!

This story actually was intended to come out last year but due to my health issues and low inspiration, I put it on the backburner.

That being said, it was inspired by an inside joke with @taegularities, @voiceswithoutlips, @heejinnien, and @biaswreckme. Rid is a grandma. We’d call her that all the time! So the fic was really quite a play off of that! And as I kept writing and expanding on it, I was able to put a lot more little inside comments and moments that I enjoyed adding!

Hardest story to write?

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away.

Not to get sentimental, but I started this story my freshman year of college. I am now a senior. It’s been with me through countless struggles and been waiting patiently while I did other stuff. I let it collect dust and when I got back to it, while I did finish writing it (and now need to edit it), it was a STRUGGLE. I lacked inspiration half the time.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

Defrosting Ivy and Let You Fly

What story took the longest?

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away. I started it 2019.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

What did you learn from them?

What was your most productive days/day of the week/month, etc in terms of writing?

November and December! I went from writing 1-3k at the beginning of this year to writing 16-20k in November and December! It’s been a slow workup but I am so happy with all I’ve managed!

Name one thing you improved on this year in relation to writing. Either an actual technical writing thing, or even a mental approach to writing change.

My relationship with writing. In addition to my physical inability to write as much at the beginning of the year, I had a mental block. I wouldn’t say burn out but I was darn close. I entered this year so unhappy with my writing and with work and time, I’ve really worked on healing that relationship!

Name one thing you'd like to improve on in the future?

Writing consistently while maintaining my healthy relationship. I want to make a habit of having a consistent writing pattern without feeling like I am losing control of all that I’ve done to help my mental health with writing. While this month and last I wrote so much, I struggled with it as well. I felt like I was losing control almost and had days where I had to not write because I was starting to have toxic thoughts around my writing again. I want to keep a positive relationship with my writing.

Why, and how do you think you could do it?

I will try to carve out time each day to write. It will vary depending on my schedule which fluxuates with school and work but I will plan and give myself space to write.

I want to try to do weekly check-ins with my writing to see how I am feeling and what my goals are.

I really want to follow my inspiration

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Continuing my goals from this year, I want to finish more of my WIPs. The one’s I am thinking of working on (in no particular order) are:

AFBTTYA (editing)

Golden Ramyeon (writing and editing)

Defrosting Ivy (writing and editing)

At least one got7 wip of mine (writing and editing)

Life on Pause (writing and editing)

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lillaxtrigger · 1 year

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Street Smarts: Chapter 13

The early morning air grows bitterly cold as the minutes tick by in the concrete jungle depths of New York, chilling enough for goosebumps to stand erect across the naked skin; the traffic of the city mainline roads nonetheless proving as busy and hectic as daytime, with the vehicles driving through like the water to a flowing river. Along the edge of this urban stream of cars and trucks be several street goers treading along the pavement pathways that line the sides of the road; each of them minding their own business with nothing but one thing on their minds. Weather that be simply making it home or not though matters little to the two that dwell within the shadows of the street alleyways; for all that was on one of the brother’s mind was making it to the other side, all without not a soul seeing either of them. For a typical pair of criminals under the vial of darkness, slipping through the other side of this bustling early morning traffic undetected would be be utterly impossible; one or two pairs of peepers guaranteed to see them crossing through the passing vehicles. Yet these two held their own methods to remain undetected, supernatural ways that remain unbeknownst to the citizens at large. When upon stepping out into the artificial light of the streetlight above, both the well dressed man in the zebra patterned suit and his messy unkempt brother disappear as the other people around them pass by; the business man reappearing on the other side of the street in what seemed like the blink of an eye, successfully evading the midnight public as he returns to the darkness of a nearby street corner.

Strolling a couple steps into the shadows however does the zebra patterned suited man suddenly stop when witnessing the cracks in the concrete street before him rapidly bulge and stretch themselves out; the cold hard pavement bending out like a blooming flower as the man’s brother emerges out from the enlarged crevice. “Tada!” the relaxed and messy blonde cheers, peering to the warped concrete he hovers over. “Rather striking if I say so myself. An attempted craft to emulate life where none stands. Symbolic of the fruitless endeavor to imitate nature where little of it stands.” The artistic man’s appreciation over the hard pavement he had twisted into the shape of a blooming flower ceases as he hears his brother sigh from behind, glancing back to him to see the business man pinch the ridge of his nose. “What, you think I stretched the petals out too far?”

“Cen...I will never understand what part of your thought process hinders the idea of stealth away from the public eye? Do you seriously not understand that leaving behind pieces such as this is opposite to those prefrences?” the timely zebra patterned businessman scolds. “I can’t help it, Tury. The muse, it speaks to me. The sparks of my imagination must be expressed, else those fleeting lights dim. We hold the power to shape the world around us as we wish and you ask me to hold back my visions, it’s like telling a dog not to piss on the fire hydrant to mark its territory or the ravenous polar bear to not feast upon the fresh meat of its prey. Its close to going against instinct for me.” “I understand how excited you get when these thoughts crop up, but I wish you bare in mind the nature of our practices and what leaving behind something like this implies. We can’t be as reckless as to clue our adversaries of our presence, not when those out for our heads know not only of our identities, but what we are capable of. Our necessities to hide our syndicates activities under the shadows is now more paramount than ever.” The importance of their secrecy having been explained to him, the spacial psychic returns his attention back to the piece of stretched out concrete that held the shape of a blooming flower; his disappointment visible as Cen unravels the pavement he had twisted back to its original shape. “There, happy?” the space bender disingenuously asks. “Very. Not come along, there’s little night left for us to work with.” Tury proclaims, urging his brother to follow into the less populated streets ahead.

“You mind telling me exactly where where heading at this time of night. Those traitors slipped away, so I don’t really see the point in staying up any more.” Cen then questions more earnestly. “I’ve informed the scions of what had transpired, and ordered them to meet up with us along the edge of Manhattan. The way our foe’s expressed such teamwork and comradely against us has caused me to rethink our anonymity among our own. We may have little choice but to let those right under us in on the fold if we wish to stamp this threat out.” “You mean were finally meeting them face to face, not like sending them a purposefully obtuse letter or using one of those voice changing microphones; cause I accidentally set mine to auto tune and I don’t know how to turn it off.” “Not with the scions, not any more. Its imperative that transparency be given to them if they are to become extensions of ourselves. But how to go about that is the question?” “I’m sure once they know who we really are, they’ll be eating at the palm of our hands. Those wacky apostles thought that spiritualism bull would be enough to make people commit, but they weren’t motivated enough to stand up against a band of random nobodies. But us, we can give our peeps much better.” “So prey upon their earthly desires and they’ll gladly fall in line, a popular tactic of control that’s been used since humanity first stood. Simple, but effective. I’m glad your manner of creative scheming reminds me of why I stay by your side sometimes, Cen.” the timely businessman thanks as they both vanish into the darkened streets. “Ain’t no problem, Tury.”

The crashing waves of the riverside reverb across the block as the early hours of the night start to come to a close, the clouds in the horizon gaining a shade of dark sweet pink as the light of the sun creeps upon the city. Along one of the warehouses that neighbor this calming urban riverside, a bulky figure enters through the backdoor; refusing to take caution when causally strolling into the buildings shadowy insides. Almost as soon as this figure shuts the door behind them, their eyes adjust to the waning dark to let her behold two others standing midst the vial of shadows; all three of these people ready to throw down as soon as they discover one another.

Suddenly does light quickly fill the inside of the warehouse as the fixtures above brightly flash, the vial of shadows lifted as their eyes adjust to the flooding illumination; this descending glow casts away the shadows and reveals the three who hide among them. One of the massive figure’s sizable muscles tighten from the unexpected surprise, ready to throw down with whoever comes at her. Another, who’s plus sized suit shimmers against the bright light fixtures, glares to the others as his vision returns. And the last one, her bright blue locks glistening from the luminescence above, steps back as she defensively holds her somewhat bulging stomach. But their bracing defense dissolves when all of them get a good look to one another, all three of the scions lowering their guard when realizing they be among cohorts.

“Oh, its just you two.” bitterly states August. “Quite the warming welcome to you too. I’m not that happy to have been dragged out of bed either, you know. I figure that I deserve a tad bit of R&R after all I did.” claims March, blowing out smoke from his cigar. “Aw, what’s the matter, you big blowhard bastard? You get tired from spewing so much shit at people?” berates May. “Take it in any way you want, but not all of us are sadistic bloodthirsty serial killers, some of us are in this for the monetary gain.” the scion of gas claps back with. “Keep on coping. I know for a fact you too ain’t got anywhere close to how many heads I’ve gotten.” “You talking figuratively or...” “Wanna come find out?” “Nrg! Have you just called us here to gloat, or do you actually have something to point out?” the liquid scion then exclaims. “Me, thought ass gas over here was the one who set this up.” May wonders. “You think I wanna bother calling you too this early in the morning?” the fat bastard then asks them. “So if none of you set this meeting up, who did?”

“That would be yours truly.” they then suddenly hear, their attention drawn to the ceiling above. Shock and awe overcomes the three scions when they aim their gazes upwards to witness the ceiling above warp before their very eyes, its thin steel twisting downwards like a spiraling stalactite; underneath the tip of this bent ceiling does the spacial psychic emerge out like a drop of water. All three scions are taken aback when witnessing the ceiling stretch back up and the man that dripped out hovering over them. “Well, anything? Anything at all?…Huh, might’ve come off a bit too strong there.” “Who the fu- Who invited this little freak!?” March then blurts out. “Come on, man. Freak’s a little strong, ain’t it.” “After that display, not really?” August reinforces. “Whoever he is, he showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time.” April claims, transforming the concrete beneath her feet into Styrofoam.

The scion of solids scoops up a chunk of the styrofoam floor and transforms the soft breakable material back into hard concrete, soon chucking the hunk of rock directly towards the intruding newcomer. Yet all of them are left astonished when watching the hovering newcomer engulf his hand in a starry night aura before swiping at the oncoming chunk of hard rock; rendering the piece of pavement to nothing with but the swipe of his hand. “How did...How the hell did he…” the behemoth of a woman exclaims.

Upon this display of spacial power, August is quick to the draw in pulling out a pair of water guns out from the back of her dress and pulls their triggers to squirt out a stream of liquid from within; the water spewing out from the tips sizzling as they fly at their intruder. Yet before a drop of this liquid could touch a single facet of the spacial psychic’s skin, it suddenly stops just short of hitting the guys side, held revolving around the unkempt scruffy newcomer by a force unforeseen to them all; a display of which takes the scion of liquid aback. Inspecting the line of liquid that had been squirted at him, the space bending intruder takes note of the burning odor emanating from the bubbling strand; its distinct coloration making it obvious what August had turned this simple water into.

March’s worry escalates when a devious grin stretches across the space psychic’s face as he glares down to him; the space bending newcomer casting the splattering of liquid towards the scion of gas. Drops of the flung liquid dripping on the gassy son of a bitch’s suit as he rolls out of the way; March feeling a slight stinging sensation across his shoulder. But his ruined suit was the furthest thing on his mind, for taking a glance back does he behold the liquid that was thrown towards him splash against the wall and meltits thin sheet steel; the corrisive acid burning a giant hole through to the cold open outside.

“Hmm. Is it a little cramped in here or is it just me? I know, how about we make some space.” Cen declares, his arms parting; all the scions watching as the room widens apart in turn. The boxes and containers that litter the inside of the warehouse as they split apart from one another, all the while the walls move further and further away; it was just like the floating stranger had claimed, he was quite literally making more space. Among the space around him stretching out, March takes a big whiff from his cigar and puffs out a giant plume of pitch black smoke against the scion’s newfound foe; a clouding vial of which Cen disperses in seconds. When the smokescreen is waft away, the spacial psychic peers around to find not a sign of the scions anywhere in site; Cen letting out a little giggle as he states aloud: “Hide and seek already? I was hoping we get to know each other better.” As whimsically and freely as a little fairy tale sprite, Cen blissfully glides across the elongated inside of the stretched out warehouse, searching for any of the three that had fled from his sites.

Yet behind one of the countless crates that litter the inside of the compound hides the scion of gas, cowering within the shadows the lights above cast. When peering from behind the darkness, March lets out a disheveled whimper as he sees the hole in the wall made earlier on the other side; the door all of them came in from even further than that. Before he could even start to think of a way he could slink his small pudgy exterior out of this spatially warped hole, he suddenly feels something clutch the back of his suit and pull him over; March’s mouth covered by the palm of a thick hand as his eyes swiftly adjust to the dark, revealing to him the scion of solids having dragged him back. “Shut your mouth, fatass; or you want to get both of us killed?” The gaseous psychic shoves May’s hand away from his mouth to whine how: “All I’m wanting is to get as far from that freak as I can, shovel my way back home and down several margaritas so I can sleep all this off.” “Jeez, surprised you ain’t got psychic powers over invertebrate, you barely have any spine back there.” “Your actually wanting to fight that thing!? I knew you were batshit insane, but that’s borderline suicidal!” “Well, sorry if I’m wanting something to put me through my paces. Been so long since there was somebody I could have a good time with. It’s making me tingle a little down there.” “Bitch, that’s disgusting.” “Coming from the fat bastard that can turn clean air into putrid farts.” the scion of solids urks back.

“What the fuck ever, some of us want to live to see the sunrise. It ain’t like you can even touch the little shit anyway.” March then denies. “The hell you implying by that?” “You can’t be serious. You just not see that bastard brush your and Augusts assaults so easily? Didn’t even look phased.” “Where the hell is that watery broad anyway?” “Beats me. Least she has the right idea skipping out on this.”

Despite the cold early morning air sending goosebumps across her skin, it was the last thing on the scion of liquids mind as she rushes away from the hole that her redirected acid melted, hoping to simply disappear into the night and away from the chaos going on inside. But when scurrying away from the warehouse, her eyes catch the brief glimpse of another man dressed in a zebra patterned business suit standing right behind one of its outside walls; the site of the strangely dressed gent making her stop dead in her tracks and take a second glance back. Yet when peering back against the wall does August fail to find even a peek of the strange man she had seen in the corner of her eye. “I do admire your dedication to survive.” she suddenly hears behind her, quickly glancing over to discover the same enigmatic man standing aside her; his cold eyes fixated upon her as she starts to slowly back away. “But the instincts to live are simply not enough anymore. One’s drive and dedication are truly key.”

Proving swift to draw once more, the scion of liquid squeezes the trigger of her squirt gun to fire out a line of water towards the businessman; the zebra patterned gent vanishing in the blink of any eye before the liquid could even reach him. Yet her foe’s sudden disappearance is not all that spooks her, for she looks to her hands to find herself disarmed of both water guns. Its looking down to her hands does she notice another shadow being cast by the peeking sun and peers back to discover this business man, now standing by the canal side, having swiped her squirt guns from her grasp. She can only watch as this man simply crushes the plastic pistols with but his bare hands, reducing them to nothing plastic shards.

“To truly succeed in this modern world means to take every opportunity set before you; to see every avenue that’s surround you as realms of financial gain and find how far they can be exploited. That is the nature of business, the nature of capitalism at its foundation.” this man proclaims, all the while August peers around for any route of escape she could. “Let me demonstrate.” Again does this zebra suited businessman disappear before the liquid changing woman’s eyes, all the while she sudden feels stinging sensations wrack through her body; the scion glares over to discover herself plagued with dozens of cuts made all across her skin, each one brought to attention by the crimson drizzling out from each one. “The shards of broken plastic, if used effectively, can make laceration deep enough to draw blood. But serving as simply cutting tools are by far the only utility you can pull from them.”

Taking but a simple step back among her lacerating pain does August then feel something stab itself in the soul of her foot; a piece of plastic caught inside her shoe, causing her to falling onto the concrete floor, her back smacking against the cold concrete. “Are you understanding now?” she then hears the man question her, gazing up to see him approaching. “If you hold the will to do so, anything and everything can be exploited to your fullest benefit.” Upon this man’s word does August averts her eyes towards the riverside behind her well suited attacker just a dashing step or two away, the waters nearly reaching towards the concrete edge. No doubt the edge she needs to turn this disaster around, but without any kind of water on hand to defend herself with, she knew she’d be finished. There had to be something, anything the scion could use against this bastard. Its then that an answer comes to her was droplets of scarlet pour down from the cuts in her arm.

Mere steps away from the fallen scion, Tury raises one shard of sharp plastic as he prepares to plunge it down into the woman; stopping when August suddenly swings her arms out against him, with drops of her own blood splattering against his suit. The very next moment, he shocked to see the blood staining his suit burning straight through their fiber, soon realizing that the scion had transformed the blood she flung out into a potent corrosive acid. The scion of liquid is left astonished when seeing the blood she had flung onto her foe moments ago withdraw itself off from the fiber of his zebra patterned suit; as if the flow of time was reversing before her very eyes. When seeing the acidic blood she had flung return to her, August swiftly rolls aside to evade the melting wrath of her own boiling blood. As the woman rolls back on her feet, she makes a mad dash towards the river side in hopes of reaching its waters.

Yet it only moments away from making a splash in the canal is the scion suddenly stopped short of jumping in as a hand clutches her by the hair and forcefully holds her back from the river water; the businessman tugging at Augusts hair to keep her from moving another inch. “Clever trick. I admit, transforming your own blood into acid caught me off guard. Several milliseconds too late and it would’ve made contact with my skin. But this stops now; just short of your only plausible escape.” “Who said I was trying to get away?” he then hears the scion counter. “Excuse me?” “From the way I see it, your exactly where I want you.” Its in that very moment that August clutches the time controlling psychic by the holes left in his unique business suit makes a sweeping kick to his nearest leg; knocking him over and letting her pull him towards the river. With her foe threatening to make a splash in the river, the scion of liquid dunks plunges her arm down into the waters, preparing to transform that part of the river into whatever deadly poison she wants to finish him.

But right as he touches water, the timely businessman spreads his aura all across the river; causing the waves to cease moving. The scion of liquid is stricken with shocking dread as she sees the man she tossed not plunge down into the canal like she had expected; but rather fall flat onto it’s surface like it was as solid as the earth. Among her stricken terror, August hears the man questions: “Pray tell, do you remember studying physics in school?” “Uh...Uh…” “Because if not. Allow me to clarify.” And like he was on the ground, the zebra suit business man brushes himself off and rises right back up; standing on top of the water with nothing but his shimmering dress shoes.

“Everything that makes up our world is made up of tiny molecules that build to what we see before our eyes. Though depending on the properties of matter, they can behave differently.” Midst his little physic’s lesson, the timely businessman makes a slow stroll over towards the liquid transforming psychic; continuing with. “Those that remain completely still are what we know as solids, and those that are in constant movement within a body are liquids; it’s the reason why one is malleable to the other when force is introduced into the equation. Granted, I’m simplifying it to an extent, but that’s the general nature of it.” When August attempts to make a break away from her approaching foe, left terrified when finding her fingers still left submerged within the still river; the scion left trapped as her hand is anchored to the canal. “But some atoms are subject to change given certain properties; set ablaze a piece of paper and it’ll become nothing but smoke and ash; set water within a cold enough environment and it will turn into ice. And this river, injected with my own influence over the nature of time, and the atoms within crawl to a complete standstill; thus I walk on solid water.” the businessman finishes with, standing right before the liquid changing psychic. Taking a swift kick to the head from the time controlling bastard not just forces August’s hand out from the temporally frozen waters, but sends her tumbling across the concrete; Tury stepping off the surface of the river and withdrawing his aura to resume its flow. “Lesson’s over.”

Breaking off a piece from a nearby wooden crate, the scion of solids transforms its fragile wood into a sheet of thinly sharp steel before tossing it right towards her space controlling foe; May watching as the flung sliver of steel redirected away from her foe like August’s acid before, veering upwards and punching through the roof overhead. “Nope.”

Trying his luck in bringing down this newcomer, March stands atop one of the other wooden boxes closes to the spacial psychic and expels a potent pink gas out from his maw; noxious gas emitting a powerful copper smell as it wafts through the air. But upon witnessing the cloud of deadly pink drift towards him, Cen stick his hand against the drafting pink mist; the palm of his hand coated in a thick starry night aura as he plunges his arm into the lethal poison cloud. Much to his shocking disappointment however, the scion of gas’ deathly plume of pink smoke is dispersed when making contact with the spacial psychic limb; as if the toxic cloud had been sucked into the very void that coats his hand. “Nada.”

A shadow cast beneath him then draws the space warping psychic’s attention above to find the scion of solids plummeting down with a plastic rod in hand; May transforming the poles fragile plastic into a dense and hard iron as she swings it down towards her foe’s head. Yet even this direct approach leads nowhere as her hammering swing is reverted, the poles hard metal bending right around her hovering foe before bending right back to normal; like the space encompassing Cen bent the metal pole itself to prevent him from being hit. “Come on, guys. Are you even trying?” Left utterly vulnerable in the middle of the air, May can only watch as the spacial psychic repels her away with nothing but the slight of his hand; the space before her pushing her back with enough force to send her careening across the stretched out warehouse. “I’m getting bored here.”

Having landing across the other side of the warehouse, a fierce growl escape underneath a pile of busted up crates; the scion of solids digging herself out from this pile of splintered wood and glare towards where she flown with vengeful spite. “Little fucker says he bored, huh!?” she seethes, clutching hold of one of the more splintered pieces of wood that surrounds her. “How’s about this for trying, you freaky ass shit stain!” fumes the scion, transforming the jagged piece of wood into sharp steel before preparing to launch it against the man that tossed her aside. But just before she could hurdle the piece of sharp iron towards the little space bending bastard, May sudden feels an arm hold her own back to prevent her from making the toss; her furious eyes glaring back to find the scion of gas clutching at her beefy arm. “Will you stop throwing a fit for one second and think, woman.” he demands from her. “The hell did you say to me?” “I’m saying that it’s pretty clear that the direct approach isn’t working. No matter what we try and throw at this freak, it’ll just bounce away, if not back towards us.” “I…Mnnagh!” Frustrated over this obvious fact told to her, May tosses aside the morphed piece of wood aside and questions: “If we can’t even touch this little bastard, then what the hell makes you think you can find a way to?” Upon being asked of this, a devious grin stretches across the scion’s face, as no doubt a dastardly scheme already forming in his head.

Tired of waiting for the hulking giant of a woman to emerge out from where he had tossed her, the impatient psychic takes hold of the side of the warehouse with his spacial powers and literally draws that part of the wall closer towards him; the crates and concrete underneath scrunching up as he pulls. But when pulling the inside close to see what become of the scion of solids, Cen peers down to where she had landed to find nothing but a mess of splintered wood. “This whole cat and mouse game again? Man, I’m getting tired of this. If this is really the only kind of tricks they got up their sleeve, I’m sure bro won’t be too mad if I wind up breaking them.”

The spacial artist thoughts however are interrupted when the ground he hovers underneath suddenly bursts open in plume of dust and debris; Cen parting the resulting cloud and preparing for whatever leaps out. Yet he is left perplexed when dispersing the clouds to discover there be not a soul waiting for him; just the site of an empty, dug out hole, with the concrete underneath having been turned into a tunnel of strange, yellow colored rocks. “Huh?” Yet again does he hear something explode from a little ways over, drift towards the plume of debris to find yet another empty hollow hole leading down underneath the warehouse. “What the hell are those two even doing?” Pondering this does the spacial psychic then witness several more clouds of dust burst out from all throughout the inside of the warehouse; a wicked grin forming in between the space bending bastards cheeks as he boasts: “Hahahaha, you seriously thought that hiding away somewhere with less space would save you, you’re dead wrong!” The hover psychic then casts his starry night aura into several of the holes, pouring his essence into the tunnels dug underneath the warehouse. “All you done was lay the final nail in your coffin!” His influence over the space that makes up these tunnels lets him shrink the passages, rapidly shrinking tighter and tighter with every passing moment. Mere seconds his all he needs to reduced the tunnels down to the size of pinholes, small enough for not even an ant to squeeze itself through. “If the pressure doesn’t do you two in, the lack of oxygen certainly will! All you guys did was save me the trouble of burying you.”

Whilst cackling this perceived victory over the two scions, an unexpected stench suddenly overwhelms his sense of smell; a scent so unruly and fowl that the spacial psychic immediately goes from maniacal gloating to extremely disgusted in a matter of moment. “Aaugh! Augh! Ah god! Agh! What the fuck!? The hell is that smell!?” he screams, attempting to not vomit from the terrible odor. I don’t get it! I knew those two would rot down there, but this quick!? This smell, its so awful! Despite his best efforts to keep this stench out, it seeps its way into his nostrils anyway; constantly gagging from the fowl taste the stench leaves in his mouth. That doesn’t make sense; they wouldn’t decompose that fast. What else was even down there!? Among his overwhelming disgust is his attention then drawn to a faint light coming from one of the shrunken tunnels; the glow emitting from a small flame blowing out from underneath the small hole. Fire? Why would fire be coming out from the holes? Its the unexpected fire alongside the overwhelming scent that the puzzle pieces finally start clicking for him; the panic growing as he finally realizes what the yellow rock that lined the tunnels was. That’s not rotting body smell at all! It’s sulfur! That bitch lined the bottom of this warehouse with fucking sulfur!

The flames spreading across the pressurized holes lined along the bed of the warehouse sets off a series of combustion which cause the inside of the building to erupt in a fiery blast of hellfire; the violent explosion seen by all that dwell through the warehouse district. This includes both the scion of liquid and the time controlling psychic, who witness the short lived flames rise from the broken windows from but only several feet away. Yet in this brief moment of shared shock does the businessman among them take the moment to strike, dashing at August and delivering a swift blow straight against the side of her temple; the unexpected and instantaneous hit rendering the scion unconscious as she falls to the concrete. “Another lesson to be taught. Never quell to distractions in the midst of confrontation, lest you leave yourself vulnerable. No matter the crisis, no matter the cost, lose focus of your goal and all may crumble around you in an instant.” That being said, Tury drift his own focus over to the recently exploded building; the flames emerging out of the window swiftly dying down.

The last of the flames finally disperse as the smoke in the warehouse thins, the black clouds clearing away to reveal the spacial psychic having encased himself in an air tight, invisible bubble of pure space; this barrier having repelled both flame and fumes. When seeing neither of them continuing to drift around him, Cen dispels his air tight barrier so that he may take in gasps of fresh air once more; the psychic growing calm as he regains his breath. As the space bending bastard composes himself, he peers down to what remained of the warehouse to find nothing but the burning remains of countless wooden crates and the miscellaneous stuff that lied within; all without so much as finding even a sign of the two scions. The spacial psychic’s breath slowly transforms into laughter upon the site of the flaming wreckage, held in the belief that: “You two seriously thought that would do a guy like me in!? Hell no! I give you two points for creativity though, the pressure from the shrunken tunnels with the rising flames wasn’t half bad, too bad all that planning lead you completely nowhere! And now look, you bodies are probably nothing but ash!”

But it isn’t long before the space controlling son of a bitch’s laughter starts to break out into frantic coughing and wheezing, soon devolving into a cough fit as he hovers underneath the dying flames; a confused panic growing as he starts to have trouble breathing comfortably. What the hell!? I-I can barely breathe! But why, I cast away all the deadly smoke, none of it got in my lunges. So what else could’ve...Did...did some kind of invisible gas slip its way in!?

Upon this realization does the spacial psychic make a swift beeline right out from the smokey inside of the warehouse and to the side of the city canal; the fresh water scent being a welcoming one as he opens his mouth wide. Using not just his breath, but his own spacial powers, Cen exhales all of the odorless and invisible gas out from his body, making sure every single piece of the deadly toxin leaves his lunges. When completely dispelled of any sort of breath, the psychic forces fresh air into his lunges; finally regaining his breath that was robbed from him. The powerful space bending psychic is left kneeling down upon the side of the river as he resumes his regular breathing cycle. In and out. In and out. In and out. My breath is back, but what I inhaled did a number on my lunges. Just what the hell sort of gas did they trick me into breathing in.

Yet in his regaining breath, a pair of shadow creep out between in, one sliding across the concrete behind him, and the other drifting under the waters in front of him; both preparing to come at the down and distracted spacial psychic from both ends. Yet moments before they could enact this pincer attack, the psychic in the midst of this assault thrust his arms towards the two of them and stops both dead in their track; March left paralyzed in the middle of the air as May is trapped submerged underneath the river water. “You two fuckers are gonna pay for that.” Cen growls. Suspending the scion of gas in the air, the unkempt psychic start to tighten the space around the scion of gas’ head, making sure not a molecule of oxygen could come in or out for him. May on the other hand is left desperately clawing against the surface of the water as an invisible force prevents her from breaching for air. “Thought you could pull one over me by depriving me of oxygen and live to tell about it, did you? Well now you’re gonna see how it feels struggling for air; letting the terror seep in until you two are left as nothing breathless corpses!” he furiously screeches, the two scions he has trapped under his spacial power panicking as their oxygen starts to run out.

“Cen!” both the scion of gas and the spacial psychic hear from afar, the two glaring out to the calls source to discover the timely businessman approaching, carrying the unconscious scion of liquid on his shoulder. “Release them, now.” “Your joking! These dipshits made a fool of me and nearly got me killed!” “All the more reason to let them go. Surely a leader wouldn’t take their anger out on their most capable subordinates, would he?” From his brother’s word does the space controlling bastard looses his tight grasp around March’s head to let him breath, at the same time forcefully lifting May out from the depths of the river; both of them taking in much needed breaths of fresh air. Resentment still lingers however, for as soon the two get their breaths back, Cen casts the two of them down against the hard concrete like a pair of thrown cement blocks; the force of which renders both scions unconscious.

The first to return to the world of the conscious, the scion of gas starts to open his eyes to discover himself within a dark, mysterious room blanketed in a soft light from a single bulb hanging overhead. But as his hearing start to return, it draws him over towards the side of the room to find a pair mumbling between them; one of them he realizes be the same guy that he and May fought back against. “Is your breathing returning to normal?” he hears one of them say to the guy they fought, this guy touching the other’s bare chest as he runs a white aura through him. “About as close as they were. How’d you figure out to do that?” “Simply speeding up the bodies natural healing process. It’s not true healing, but it works for small cases like this.” the scion hears the other guy explain. “Oh hey, that fat gassy bastards waking up.” “Is he now? Good. I was worried you might’ve been too rough with them.” “Like you have you have any excuse. The shape you left that woman in, hoo boy.” “I simply did enough to get the message across.” the zebra suited man claims, approaching the scion as he wakes.

Though left bruised by the gnarly slam down he had taken beforehand, March makes a frantic attempt to scuttle away from the approaching stranger by hiding behind the closest corner; the scion left frightened when discovering the well suited businessman standing right around said corner, a site of which makes him let out a terrified yelp. “Still a bit jumpy, are we?” he hears the man he had face earlier jest. “I! Ah! St-stay back, I’m warning you! I can turn the air you breath into-” “Any other gas you want to. Yes, March; we’re both very aware of your capabilities.” Tury interrupts his hollow threat with. “H-how di...Who the hell are you too!?” the scion of gas demands to know. “You think this little bauble might give you a clue?” the space bending psychic then asks him. Watching this guy dig into his pocket is the scion left overwhelmingly shocked to see him pull out their syndicates most treasured mcguffin, the psychic stone; its cracked glass capsule glistening against the light fixtures above. “How did you...But that...So that mean your-” “Ain’t just me, buddy. Couldn’t get this far without my bro’s help.” the space psychic claims, nudging his head over towards the zebra suit businessman, who simply staring down to him with his cold calculating glare. “Both of you!? Your telling me both of you are the boss!?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” all of them then hear shouted, peering over to find the scion of solids rising from the realm of unconsciousness. “Good morning to you too, May.” nonchalantly greets Tury. “You seriously expect me to believe this pair of twink ass looking little bitches are supposed to be our boss!? Fucking bullshit!” “Weather you believe so or not, you’ve seen first hand what my brother is capable off. That demonstration alone should give you enough.” the businessman brings up. “Point still stands, how the hell you expect us to not only believe that the boss would just reveal themselves out of the blue like this, but show that they ain’t nobody but a pair of little shits like you two.” scorns May. “Yeah; the boss always kept themselves in the shadows for the longest time, making sure to not reveal even a little bit of who they are, and how you just showing us out of the blue and you expect us to buy that!?” March adds. “Eh, can’t blame them for their skepticism. Especially in this sort of shady business.” Cen admits. “Granted. I suppose getting more personal must be in order.” Tury then claims.

Upon stating this does the zebra suited businessman whips his finger towards the scion of gas, March growing anxious as he start to relay how: “Simon Lexa March. 1985. Born and the raised in Detroit, Michigan. Your family owned and operated a bakery along the edge of the city, where business had been on a steady decline. So tired of these losing profits, you moved to New York for better and prosperous financial gain. And when you saw how lucrative the drug trade was, you were drawn into the business faster than a moth to a flame.”

Finishing up that little summery of the scion’s backstory and motive, the businessman then aims his glare towards the buff and muscular scion of solid to then summarize that she is: “Tomantha Korline May. 1991. Born in Paris, Texas; but swiftly moved to Colorado springs months later. Raised in a home primarily made of competitive young boys and men. Wishing to end their scorn and teasing over you, began to push your body beyond its capabilities and strength, all to end their harassment. You managed to do so one day when you landed one of them in the hospital over a game of backyard football; but were banished from the household at only the age of 16. Though content with leaving, your lust for physical superiority had yet to be satiated; so you thought it best to travel across the states for greater challenges. That journey led you in the hands of the mob, who proved to face deadly adversity on the daily.”

Done with May’s synopsis over her motive and backstory, the businessman then directs his sites towards a figure that steps out from the shadows; the lights above shining down to reveal the scion of liquids, left cut and bruised as she holds her hand upon her stomach. “And Bethany Utari August. 1996. Born in the countryside of Ohio. The first born after several unfortunate miscarriages. Sought as a miracle, your mother proved overprotective and smothering to such a degree, you escaped from home and never looked back; yet soon realized living in this great big world by yourself wasn’t as easy as you initially thought; so you sought refuge in the city of New York for a chance for financial security, and that is what led you in the hand of the mob. I say you’ll need that security now more than ever with a child of your own on the way.”

Done providing each of them a summarized take of their pasts and motives, the timely business man stroll back over to his brother side as he finishes with how: “We make it an effort to document the background and motive of every psychic that works under us; weather it to satiate their desires to keep them in line, or in worse case scenario, they turn traitor to us and make it a mistake they certainly regret.”

A wave of silence plagues the scions upon having listened to their own lives being told back to them; the haunting accuracy of which he had described sending a chill across the room, all for accept for May, who counters with: “So what? You done a little digging on our lives and just think flaunting that in our face is supposed to scare us? The hell is knowing our backgrounds supposed to prove you being our boss anyway?” “It proves that we got enough info on you on what makes you tick. Really thought that’d be enough to be convincing.” claims Cen. “Regardless, we’ve dawdled on this topic long enough. We know why each of you have joined this organization, as well as what you have to gain from it; that should be all you need to know. I say its about time we move on to the pressing matter at hand.” Tury then states. “You mean you didn’t gather us up just to beat the shit out of us?” growls August. “We thought it be a good idea to see if the scion’s lived up to their name. And given how caught off guard you guys were, the fact you still pulled some stunts over on us was hella great.” the spacial psychic admits. “Indeed. Quite exceptionally well. You all proved to be quite capable in the field of danger. Which is why we’ve decided to let you in on some ongoing developments concerning our prized treasure.” Tury elaborates, his brother holding the bauble up to show the crack left along it glass capsule.

“Yeah, we know already. Those apostle assholes put a crack in the damn thing.” March points out. “But you hear what came about from that little crack?” the space bending boss then questions. “Among our exchange with them, my brother had witnessed Wedsle complete feats he had not been capable of before.” Tury explains. “Dude got some crazy anger boost outta nowhere, Serious started breaking off steel and pieces of marble while I was fighting him.” “Fighting!?” exclaims August.

“Right. On that topic. It seems that the rest of Monty’s crew have sought it best to attempt and usurp us for our position. A mistake that we shall no doubt make them regret.” “I knew that bunch was moronic, but trying that?” May doubts. “Hey, at least they proved to have more balls than you.” jests March before he lets out a snorting laughter. That same chuckle is swiftly silence when the scion of solids hits him in the back in the head with a fully closed fist, March reeling back from the blow as his space controlling boss can’t help but giggle under his breath. “Which is why both of us found it best to let you three in on the fold. Before things have the chance to snowball out of control.” “So what exactly do you plan on doing? Going after their loved one and bait them out?” asks May.

“Lets just skip the details and get right into it. That power I saw Weds flex, think there might be some way we can get a dose of that too. We crack this thing open like an egg and it’ll be a one way ticket to holding this city in the palm of our hands.” giddily explains Cen. “You sure that’s the wisest idea? I mean whoever found the stone in the first place must’ve encased it in glass for a good reason.” worries August. “Which is why we plan to take a careful approach in freeing it from its transparent prison, we propose sending the stone to Dr. December would be the best course of action.” Tury explains. “Hold on, now your expecting one of us to deliver our Mcguffin over to that psychopath?” “Not yet, guys…Not before we get another power up like our man Wedsle had. Pretty sure when we get another shot from that stone, our powers’ll soar to new highs the likes of which exist in fiction; bending the parts of this world in ways only mankind could dream.” “Ooh.” May awes. “I like where this is going.” March claims. “Hmmm…” utters August.

“But before we continue, there’s one last loose end to unravel.” Tury then states, glaring towards the scion of liquid. “How far exactly are you in on your pregnancy, August?” “Um...Five months. The baby isn’t due until another four.” she answers, a slight ting of worry clear to hear in her voice. “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do at all. With everything going as fast as it is, there simply isn’t enough time, I’m afraid.” “What are...What are you talking abou-”

Before she realizes it, the scion of liquid finds herself strapped to a table nearby; her arms and legs tightly bound against its sturdy mahogany surface by leather belts, with August’s breathing growing anxious as she flails against the table. Try as she might to thrash free from these binds, her body fails to listen to her, frozen by the pale white aura encompassing her body. Left helplessly vulnerable under the timely businessman’s influence, the paralyzed scion can only watch in dreading terror as Tury, rises to the other side of the table and gently brush his hand against her slightly bulged stomach. “This’ll only take but a moment. I recommend you relax and let me steer the course of nature.”

Upon these word does the scion of liquid suddenly start to feel a terrible pain bellow in her midsection, one that rapidly festers with every passing second as the white aura entrapping her flares wildly. The other scions look on mesmerized as they wonder what this man was doing to her, the realization soon hitting them when witness August’s stomach grow at a terribly frightening rate. As if watching an unstoppable train wreck, neither of the scions can look away from this harrowing development as it plays out before them, with shock and dread overcoming the two. The space controlling artist on the other hand is fascinated over this inhumane acceleration of the miracle of life; eagerly watching in awe as his brother forces August to speed through every step of pregnancy. The scion of liquid herself constantly spasms and writhes from the agonizing process, letting out screeches and screams as her lower half sickeningly balloons at horrifying pace. While May simply watches on in shocking silence, the ongoing site proves too much for March to handle however, his cheeks puffing as runs over to the back of the corner to spew out the contents of his stomach.

Its after several more seconds of this terrible torture that August lets out a blood curdling shriek that echoes out from the abandoned building and through the early morning streets; a deafening silence beginning to settle as the outcry quiets. But that silence is soon filled by the cries of a life freshly brought into this world, the shrieks of the newborn.

Held in the palm of his hands, plastered in blood and afterbirth, be the fresh offspring of the scion of liquid; its cry ringing throughout the inside of the abandoned estate. Yet even when held in his own two hands, the time manipulating man simply stares down upon the baby with only his icy glare; not a feeling of paternity or love reflected in his eyes. The child’s mother is left barely conscious as she lays upon the table, twitching and drooling as the aftermath had left her in a dazed and distressed stupor; August only able to muster the strength to gaze up to the man holding her newborn, her hands fruitlessly attempting to stretch out towards her baby in a desperate plead to hold her child. “It’s a boy! Mozel Tov!” congratulates Cen. Contrasting to the spacial psychic celebratory attitude, both of the other scions are left distraught and shocked over the harrowing process they had just witnessed firsthand; May falling back onto the floor as she faints, while March coughs up whatever was left in his stomach as he utters: “Oh...God…”

“Aww, just look at the little bastards cheeks. They’re so squishy. No wonder old wrinkly ladies like to pinch those things. Practically look like play-doh.” the space bending psychic coos. “Well, I suppose that nearly wraps things up here. Only one more matter of business to take care of now. Cen, can I trust you to administer our subordinates here with another dose of the stones power?” Tury then asks of his brother. “Can do, but shouldn’t we give ourselves some shots firsts.” “You can do yourself if you want, I need to take care of this as soon as I can. I trust you can hold onto the stone long enough for me to evolve my powers as well?” “Don’t worry bro, I got this handled.” the timely businessman’s brother assures, all while beginning to depart from the room with the newborn in hand.

Yet when only mere moments away from making his exit, the zebra suit psychic stops short to glance back to the scion of liquid, still left twitching and writhing on the table, and informs that: “Oh, and August. If your conscious enough to hear me, do note that the future of this child remains in your hands. Continue to work under me and I guarantee that this young boy shall be secured a bright and fulfilling life. I expect great things from you here on out.” After his business like brother finally makes his exit, Cen turns his attention to the encased psychic stone he holds in between his fingers; gazing closely to the glass capsule as a faint light surges out from its crack. “So, which one of you think should go first?” he wonders aloud, the glow of this light glaring against the three scions.

“Fret not, little one. For though I hold the key to time itself, the force of love you hold is much stronger. The other scions are easily swayed by pride and greed, but the love and determination of a mother is something only you can bestow me.” the time bending business man explains to the crying infant held in his hands. “Of all the aspects of the universe that make our world tick, the want and desire for love is one held in the deepest pits of humanity. Such a force truly exceeds beyond expectation, the power to sway the hearts and minds of those under its influence is truly an awesome power to wield. And what a truly volatile sensation that love bestows us. To some who wield it, love can be the greatest shield no metal can rival, standing for the most defenseless against the bitterest winds. But for others, it can be the deadliest weapon mankind can create, able to break apart and shatter the will of even the most resolute. Be it from burning passion or bitter remorse; how one wields such a powerful aspect of our beings, is entirely in the hands of their own volition.”

The warming glow of the morning sun is masked by a thick cloud of rising smoke emerging out from the horizon; a young woman racing towards the ascending tower of smoke with every ounce of energy she can put in her legs. Overwhelming dread starts to grow the closer she gets towards her apartments, the thoughts of the mob’s teeth sinking into her life festering in her mind as she nears. It can’t be. Not yet, not this early.

Yet much to her dreading anticipation, Satette turns the corner on the street where the apartment complex her and her lover dwell to come upon a site she had feared the most. The complex she and Janna came home to for the reprise and warmth of each other had become engulfed in a blazing inferno, with flames bursting out of almost every window of the building.

A crowd gathers at the front of the fiery building, watching the fire fighters in the midst of attempting to control this freshly flared blaze; there be unfortunately not a sign of her lover anywhere among them. The lively psychic cuts through the small crowd and towards the blazing building; A couple of the firefighters clutch her to try and prevent her from racing inside, yet fail to hold onto her for long as she decks one of them so hard in the stomach, the blow causes them to collapse. As the others attempt to help their fellow firefighter up, Sat makes a break through the front door and vanishes into the smoke from within.

Dashing across the collapsing insides of the complex, all that runs through the young woman’s head be the memories she had made with her comforting lover. The first time they met, the day she moved into her apartment, and those moments of regrets and sadness to where they could take heed in each other’s comfort; each of these memories growing hazy as she struggles to breathe among the smokey hallways. But the only thing that would not leave her mind as she weaves around the countless fires towards their apartment is Janna’s well being. Coming upon the hall where their closed door lies does she discover it engulfed in a fiery blaze from top to bottom, yet refuse to stop as she makes a charging lunge through the corridor; breaking the door to fiery pieces with a bracing tackle.

Beyond the broken remains of the apartment doorway, Satette is left wrought over the flames having already consumed most of their living quarters; the blaze proving strongest here as the smell of gasoline permeates her sense of smell. But gazing across the blazing living room, the lively psychic fails to find any sign of Janna anywhere among the flames; so swiftly races over the flames to take her search into the bedroom, where upon a ghastly site is set to greet her. Laying upon the blazing bed that both of them had shared for many a nights be the grizzly display of her lovers body, burnt to a crisp as it shares the flames with their bed. The harrowing scene of Janna’s demise, clear to her as day, brings her salt ridden tears sizzling as they trickle down against the hardwood floor, her stomach drops just as fast upon the realization of her lovers demise cements.

Nothing but grief and sorrow awaits Sat as she sits against the sidewalk opposite to the apartment complex, the morning sun having fully risen from the horizon and encompass the light of the flames that burn away her only place of reprise; the only place she had left to give her comfort. She puts her moment aside when the familiar scent of gasoline again invades her sense of smell; the pungent odor coming from a passing truck, forced to slow down among the rerouting traffic the police had set up. Watching this gas smelling truck pass her by, she gets a peek in the drivers seat to discover a pair of men sitting inside, the scorch marks on their clothes clears to see. There was not a doubt in her mind over the nature of this sudden fire, knowing for a fact that this was no mere accident.

Glancing back towards the young woman that had glared towards them, the guy in the passanger’s seat is left spooked when finding her having disappeared from plain site, as if she was never there at all. “Uh...you just see that bitch lookin at us?” he asks the driver. “Which one?” “The one that was on the sidewalk right there, looked at us with dagger eyes when we passed. Think she might’ve saw us running out?” “How...how the hell would anybody have? We went out the fire escape.” the driver then questions. “Bit ironic for us in our case. That room we drenched went up in flames real fast. About got caught in it.” “Whatever; can’t wait go back home and wash this stuff off us. Smell’s like a god damn cheap gas station here.”

“I can’t wait til we get the check for this. How much the boss say we get again?” “Hmm...Didn’t hear an exact number, but they said it was supposed to be in like the tens of thousands.” “All for just setting a place on fire? Seems a little too good to be true.” “Might’ve had something stashed that they didn’t want getting dug up...That or to screw someone over...Revenge? Who know’s. Point is that we outta be swimming a small kiddie pool of cash by the end of the week.”

Say, uh...While we were in there, you think anybody was home?” “It’s an apartment complex, dumbass. Course there’s gonna someone home.” “Nah, I meant like in that apartment. Could’ve sworn I heard somebody in the other room. “Probably someone downstairs.” “Sounded way closer than that, though. Like it was in the other room.” “We already checked every room, remember. Nobody was home. Beside, you know the kind of shit some people do late at night. Somebody downstairs must’ve been having a hell of a time; least before we showed up.” “Ain’t nobody having any kind of time there anymore.” the passenger jests, bumping his hand against the drivers bare shoulder.

Their moment of joking around starts to waver as the driver feels the passenger refusing to stop tugging on his shoulder, ceasing his chuckling to tell him to: “Hey, stop hitting me in the shoulder. It’s starting to hurt.” “I-I-I-can’t.” he then hears the passenger shutter. “What are youOh god!” Glancing back is the driver left terrified to find the passengers fist stuck to his shoulder, the skin of the knuckles and fingers seemingly fusing with his very flesh. “What the fuck is happening!?” “I don’t know!” Yet to the duos dismay is this odd nightmarish occurrence not the end of their troubles, for the passenger starts to sink into the drivers arm; both of them constantly screaming in bloody terror as they’re bodies start to graphically fuse with each other. It wasn’t like any clear fusion either, it was more along the lines of the most grotesque body horror you can imagine; like two pieces of jello forced together. Limbs under skin, eye bulging out, and pieces of body painfully expanding as they two meld into each other.

Among this horrifying development, the hands of the driver loosen from the wheel as its added flesh and bone push the petal down; the truck in turn swerving and racing out of control throughout the near empty streets. There is little both of they can do as the truck speeds towards a solid brick wall, though somebody hidden in the back is able to make a clean leap out from the bed and lands onto the street before the vehicle crashes into the wall; watching as the engine erupts in a blazing fury. The fire spreads throughout the truck as it engulfs who where the passenger and the driver, the amalgamation of mass they had become cooked to a crisp; the last the two see what with fleeting life they have be the site of the young woman’s home they had set ablaze.

Lead by the sound of the fiery crash, both Frida and Thursotte step around the corner to find the lively psychic staring at the roaring flames that consume the vehicle; the duo alarmed when Sat falls to her knees and swiftly races to her side. Upon approach do the two see the stream of tears drizzling down her cheeks, reflecting the light of the blaze all of them stand against; the two, without hearing a word, realizing the situation their friend had gone through and kneel down to her. Both wrap their arms around the mourning young woman in hopes of comforting her in this time of grief; all the while Satette quietly weeps for the demise of her lover.

Not far from the blazing crash do a couple of shady figures dwell within the shadows of an alleyway, both approaching one another from opposite ends of the alley as their footsteps rhythmically echo through the dark. Stepping into the glow of the morning sun, the shadows recede to reflect against Wedsle’s violet shaggy locks; all while the other figure steps towards the darkness, yet their identity hidden among the veil of a thick hoodie and hat. When approaching, the purple psychic digs into his pockets to pull out a slip of paper, holding an address written on one side; Wedsle passing this small piece to the hooded figure as he strolls past them. From this small exchange does this disguised individual steps into the shadows, all while Weds takes in the warmth of the dawn.

#street smarts #lillaxtrigger #original writing

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coffee-imagines · 4 years

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Prompt List

I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.

Why are you helping me?

You could have gotten yourself killed! (But I didn’t!)

You have to leave. Right now.

Trust me.

You’re in love with her.

You’re never going to let that go, are you?

Watch me

I don’t believe you

It’s okay I’m here

Everything is okay

I’m going to protect you

Why can’t you love me back?

I have nothing left

How could you do this to me? After all we’ve been through.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

This isn’t your fault okay? I promise.

I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?

I can’t do this, leave me alone.

I hate this! I hate feeling like this I can’t trust anyone anymore can I?

Don’t you know who I am? (Yeah, I just don’t care.)

I can’t believe you would do this to me! After everything I’ve done for you!

I can’t even look at you!

You’re just a kid.

Stop coming back

I wish I’d never met you.

I thought we were family.

There was never an us.

So that’s it? It’s over?

I fucked up.

I don’t deserve to be loved.

You’re hurting me.

I can’t live without you

You can’t sleep yet kid. I need you to stay awake.

If something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it.

Why not? (Because I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.)

If I never see you again, just know that I love you.

Was I really that drunk?

Let’s run away.

I made a bet. I lost. It’s as simple as that.

Whose side are you on?!

I wish you were here.

Pretend to be my date.

I can explain.

You’re just like your father.

I’m sick of being useless, let me help.

I thought you were dead.

You look cute when you’re sleepy.

I can’t lose you.

Shh. Stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair

I might have slept with your robe while you were gone

You are my new pillow

It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway

I heard you talking in your sleep

We’ll do dishes together

Did you just kiss me?

I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water

Why do you run away from your problems all the time?

You can’t keep it all inside you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good

You’re not good for me

I had to get new bedding because I couldn’t lay in it without you there.

Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after I heard it

You made that choice, not me. You’re in this alone

Picnic date

It’s been too long since you really smiled

Back then I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me… I needed to protect you from me

Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself

What are you doing in my shirt? (I’m cold)

I want you. Only you.

Don’t shut me out

Give me one single reason why I shouldn’t leave

Are you drunk?

People are staring

How much of that did you see?

You can’t keep doing this

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Ah! I love your gabe fic ♥ !

Can I req a gabe x reader where the reader is quite hyperactive, cute yet stubborn and always tries to impress Gabe in a not so subtle way to earn affections? But he calms her down or something and the quote prompt can be the "I love you" "I love you more" ? ^^

Love this request, hope you don't mind its in Headcanon form I wanted to make sure I added a important things while at the same time it making since.

Ps. Sorry it's short and it took so long.

Gabriel having a Hyperactive Girlfriend

Prompt: 1.5) "I Love You" - "I love you more"

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Your described as a happy person more or less and your also described as a hyper one.

Gabe loves that about you and he loves the fact you help his shenanigans become reality.

Dispite the constant torture he put the Winchesters through you fell hard for him.

But in your mind you didn't realize the feelings was mutual. The Winchester Bro's will constantly teas you when you would go out of your way to impress him. Rather it would be pranking Sam or stealing the tiers of the impala.

9 times out of 10 gabe would chear you on and praise you for the 'tourcher' you'd cast upon them.

That only increasesd the caohs and your hypernes especially if gabe supplys you with Monster energy drinks and candy you both love.

Another way he'd praise you would be quick kisses on your cheek that would make butterflies form in your stomach.

But one day when you were feeling particularly ornery you decided to mess with the impala. You had glued those fake eye lash things girl put on cars and covered they body in gliter. That same morning you had wrapped the entire fridge and everything in it while every speaker blasted Heat of the moment.

In the middle of all the mass destruction gabe payed a hello vist and saw Sam frantically running around trying to find your phone to stop the music while Dean agressevelly ripped the Christmas paper away trying to find the beer.

As soon as the music stop and the beer was found an even louder speaker blasted the Avengers them song. Sam's frustration followed and he just left for the garage with Dean behind.

“DAMIT Y/N!” Dean yelled from the garage

You laughed and and ran to the garage with gabe following. As you made it on gabe busted up laughing. Even Sam had a good chuckle.

“okay new plan... Your staying home” Dean said and left in the glitter covered impala

You were laughing so hard you almost missed gabe talking. “I love you”

You suddenly stopped laughing and stared at him with wide eyes. “wait what?”

He snickered. “you heard me... I love you”

“I love you more” you replied and playfully kissed his cheek. You laughed and pulled gabe into the bunker with so much energy. “come on we need to mess with Sam's room!”

Gabe laughed as the world doesn't know what kinda chaos and mass destruction that is now cast upon it now you two had admitted your feelings.

#Gabriel x reader #Gabriel imagines #gabriel headcanons #Supernatural #supernatural prefrences #Dean winchester imagines #Sam Winchester imagines #Richard speight Jr #Supernatural imagines #supernatural headcanons

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winchestersister55 · 6 years

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Halloween with Sam

We all know that Sam Winchester isn’t very fond of Halloween, but when you asked him to dress up, after a bit of persuasion he finally agreed. The one agreement that you guys had was that it couldn’t be a very out there costume. So you guys went as two zombie apocalypse survivors. Your costumes were bad ass. You decided to go to a bar to celebrate the holiday where you won best couples costume. No one even came close to how awesome your guy’s were. You were a happy camper and surprisingly so was Sam. The smile that you had plastered across your face all night made it all worth it for him.

#sam winchester #supernatural #prefrences #halloween #reader #samXreader #Sam Winchester X reader #costumes

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speedybasementcollection · 7 years

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Supernatural preferences. How you annoy him.

Dean~

You like to punch things. When ever you get overly excited you tend to punch anything that by you which is mostly him.

Sam~

Sometimes you make things way to complicated. You could be telling a story about a cat and wind up going on to a lecture about who knows what.

Castiel~

You make a lot of vulgar jokes around him and the other guys. He getting used to you sense of humor. You slowly learning to tell simple jokes around Cas and tell the vulgar jokes to Dean.

#dean winchester imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester preferences #Sam winchester #sam winchester preferences #sam winchester imagines #castiel #castiel imagines #castiel prefrences #Supernatural imagines #supernatural preferences #supernatural

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drivingbatty · 4 years

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Requesting Rules

Things and people I write for:

Scream (1996)

My Babysitter's A Vampire

Archie's Weird Mysteries

IT (2017 Adaptation)

Scooby Doo (2001 Live Action)

Dennis Rafkin (Thirteen Ghosts)

Final Destination

and more (check masterlist for full list of characters)!

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Au's

Headcanons

Drabbles

Prefrences

Supernatural!Character and Reader

What I won't write:

Smut

A/B/O headcanons

Anything super gorey

Full fics (mostly because I don't have loads of confidence in my writing right now. might change)

Request away!💕

DEC 2023 UPDATE:

Definitely should've put this here instead of my bio but I won't be taking requests anymore. I just don't have the energy for writing and haven't for a while. I'm really sorry :(!! Have a nice day!

(MASTERLIST) - my works and list of characters

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phantomqueen · 4 years

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all of them for vesik and/or nix

we will alternate them

Preference for top or bottom?

nix - bottom for sure lmao

Favorite type, looks and personality wise?

vesik - he doesnt have a type which is the funniest thing about him.

Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

nix - afterglow. he falls asleep lmao

Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

vesik - rn he’s monogamous and fine w that. in theory hes open (ha) to an open relationship but that would depend on his bf

Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?

nix - hard and fast. he’s supernaturally strong, hes gotta Feel it

Favorite sex position?

vesik - cowgirl. yeehaw

What’s your character’s favorite kink?

nix - being tied up/restrained

How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

vesik - usually, bang for buck. BUT if it’s his turn to lie back and take it...he's into it

Kissing during sex, yes or no?

nix - um he could take it or leave it

Clothes off or on during sex?

vesik - off ;^)

Lingerie? Yes or no?

nix - yes!!

Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

vesik - ......yes

Your character’s Penis size?

nix - i h8 this question lmao.

Preference for penis size?

vesik - no prefrence. size doesnt matter That Much

Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?

nix - not really tbh i tried thinking about it but i came up blank

Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?

vesik - he has the sense to use condoms

Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?

nix - he thinks about being at the center of a gang bang but like, abstractly. he probably wont seek it out irl, its just jerkoff material for when he’s THAT Horny

How sexually active is your character?

vesik - he’s pretty damn active. he just likes doing it and now he has someone he Genuinely likes As A Person to do it with

When did your character lose their virginity?

nix - UHH idk how to describe it in terms of age when he is immortal in a weird perpetual way but he probably boned down for the first time in the 80s

Kinks your character would participate in?

vesik - spank him. or like, using toys

Kinks your character would not participate in?

nix - i think he’s open to many things within reason

A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?

vesik - he is already dating him. vesik deep down is a lovesick bastard. but other than tylan............john wick but thats for me and my brain creating aus

#enderofdays #thanks bb!#ask #vesik #nix

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finda-internet-best-friend · 6 years

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Name: Oliver

Age and age prefrence: I’m 13 and I would like some friends that aren’t over 18 please?

Country and time zone: USA and EST time zone Language (s) you speak: I speak sign language, and a little bit of French. Mostly English though.

Fandoms, hobbies, ect. : Supernatural, Dan and Phil, Izombie, Sherlock, Bands, The 100, Video games etc.

Social Medias: My tumblr @phillyboi-Aesthetic

Anything else you want to include: I’m nonbinary and Pansexual which means I use they/them pronouns, and if you don’t like that or accept that please don’t try to befriend me.

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 7 years

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Fandom Preferences!

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2uf9hKM

by Hayzkid

Will include the guys from Supernatural, Transformers, the Avengers, CSI's and NCIS's, The LOTR/ the Hobbits Trilogy, and Celebs.

Related books include 'Imagines' and ' I've only got one shot'/

Not sure how often I will get round to updating as I am Ill (chronic illness). Sorry about not posting guys. My brain has been uncreative. I promise I will work on this!

Comments or preferences are always welcome guys.

Words: 723, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of My Love of Fandoms.

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avengers, daredevil - Fandom, Deadpool (2016), Spiderman - Fandom, DC - Fandom, Arrow - Fandom, The Flash (TV 2014), Supernatural, NCIS, CSI, Criminal Minds, lotr - Fandom, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Elementary (TV), Ghost Adventures (TV), Transformers (Bay Movies), Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Celebrities - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Matt Murdock, Wade Wilson, Vision (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Logan (X-Men), Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Michael, Balthazar (Supernatural), G Callen, Don Flack, Nick Stokes, Derek Morgan, Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien), Aragorn I, Smaug (Tolkien), Zak Bagans, William Lennox, Sherlock Holmes, Marcus Bell, Steve McGarrett, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans (Actor), Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland

Relationships: Tom Holland & Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader, Chris Evans (Actor)/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Misha Collins/Reader, Jensen Ackles/Reader, Jared Padalecki/Reader, Steve McGarrett/Reader, Marcus Bell/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, William Lennox/Reader, Zak Bagans/Reader, Smaug/reader, Aragorn/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Derek Morgan/Reader, Nick Stokes/Reader, Don Flack/Reader, G Callen/Reader, Balthazar/reader, Michael/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Barry Allen/Reader, Oliver Queen/Reader, Logan (X-Men)/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Loki/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Vision/Reader, Wade Wilson/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader

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