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d0youc0py · 4 months

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hiie -🍄

can you do 141 and los vaqueros reacting to you waking up mad cause you had a dream with them?? something like you fight in the dream or whatever

I love your writing♥️

“Time to wake up, Honey.” His groggy voice sent shivers down your spine. Rough hands crept under your shirt, rubbing circles against your soft skin. He waited patiently for you to turn around and wrap your arms tightly around him, but that never came. With a playful huff he tugged you on to his chest. A pleased hum vibrated through him as your body fit perfectly against his. He pressed slow and steady kisses against your shoulder, making his way up to your lips. Just before he could you turned your head. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He murmured, his hands traveling down giving your butt a firm pat.

“John.” You mumbled back. Your hard exterior slowly faltering.

“What’s got my pretty thing so upset, hmm?” He whispered. He tried and once again failed to press a kiss against your lips.

“You forgot our anniversary.” You nearly sneered. His heart dropped into his stomach, but even in his sleepy state his mind was still so agile.

“Honey, I think you may have forgotten what day our anniversary is.” He hummed back, resting his cheek against your head.

“No, in my dream you forgot our anniversary.” You emphasized. You shook up and down on his chest as he chuckled.

“Does that sound like something I would do?” He questioned.

“No.” You responded quickly. “Thats why it hurt so much!” You whimpered, curling deeper into his chest.

“Well how about I make us some pancakes to make up for being an arse in your dreams?”

You woke up to a wet and loud raspberry being blow against your neck. You groaned loudly, your hands swatting anything in their path.

“Morning, Sweets.” Simon chuckled, easily dodging you. He kissed your temple, beginning to make his way out of bed. “Wanna come to the gym with me? Your boxing could use some technique.” His back cracked as he stretched.

“No, I’m mad at you.” You huffed, pulling the sheets back over your head.

“That so?” He hummed. “If it’s the way I woke you up just know I tried to do it the gentle way, but you never seem to respond to that.”

“You were mean to me.” You said from under your pile a blankets.

“What?” His whole attitude had changed, his hands quickly working to fish you out from your blanket fort. His worried eyes found yours and you suddenly wondered if you had made too big of a deal about this.

“In my dream.” You added quickly. His shoulder relaxed and he gave you a firm glare.

“Don’t scare me like that.” He huffed. “I’m not fucking responsible for dream Simon, yeah?” His tone was stern yet his eyes held a twinge of softness to them. You bit back a smile. You extended your arms to him and he quickly dipped down to meet you.

“Sorry, Si.” You whispered.

*Kinda triggering- maybe?*

“You’re breaking my mates heart, Kid.” You quickly looked away from your computer at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“What’d you mean?” You hummed turning back to the screen. Simon grabbed the back of your chair, manually pulling you away from your computer.

“He says you didn’t talk to him this mornin.’ He being an ass or something?” Simon questioned crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned against your desk the wood creaking in disapproval.

“No!” You said quickly, waving your hands. “It’s just- it’s hard to explain Ghostie.” You stumbled.

“Try me.” He pressed. You rolled your eyes, ready to be laughed at.

“Remember that time we were at the pool and he dunked my head underwater?” You started. Simon nodded his head. “Well I had a dream like that except- well, he really did drown me- well, he tried to at least. I woke up before anything actually happened.” You explained. You waited patiently for Simon to break out in chuckles, but that never came.

“I get that.” He said suddenly.

“You do?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I have dreams where I’m killed all the time.” He sighed, standing up straight. With that he patted you on the shoulder, heading towards the door. He opened it and you swore you could he at Johnny’s voice just outside.

“Stop your moping and get in there. Nothin’ you can’t fix.” Simon whispered from the doorway. Johnny stepped into view. He looked nervous- like a kid being sent to the principals office.

“Hi, Mac.” You smirked. His shoulders relaxed at that. “I’m sorry I was mad at you this morning.” He breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly cleared the distance between the two of you, peppering kisses all of your face.

“Made my morning, hell.” He huffed against you.

You woke up to your favorite breakfast and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Ky!” You hummed happily already forgetting about the hell you put that man through last night.

“Baby? Baby! Wake up.” Your eyes shot open staring at Kyle’s worried face above you. “You were thrashing in your sleep. Need to start wearing my gear to bed?” He hummed, trying the make a joke. He suddenly noticed the wetness around your eyes. “Why’re you crying?” He whispered softly. His thumb gently began to wipe them away. The dream came back to you immediately.

“You cheated on me, asshole!” You spat, turning on your side away from him. Now he knows without a doubt he’s never given you any reason to believe that, but that doesn’t stop his heart rate from picking up.

“I beg your pardon?” He spoke from behind you. Suddenly the pieces clicked in his mind and he couldn’t help a small smile despite the circumstances. “For real? Dream Ky is an asshole.” Kyle sighed. He carefully wrapped an arm around you, hoping you wouldn’t reject the comfort. You didn’t. “You gonna break up with him?” He asked, inching closer to you.

“I think I have to.” You mumbled sleepily. “I don’t deserve to be treated that way.” You yawned, pressing yourself against him.

“That’s right, babe. You’re so much better than that. Maybe you should just date me instead, hmm?” He smiled against your head.

“That’s a good idea.” You whispered, before finally falling back asleep.

Now Alejandro had never been a morning person, but waking him up this way was just cruel.

“Alejandro! Wake up!” A pillow thumped against his chest, affirming your words.

“What happened?” He groaned, tumbling out of bed. His hands went to find one of the many weapons he had stored under the bed.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way!” You yelled. His body slowed.

“What are you talking about, Mi vida?” His eyes had finally adjusted to the sun poking through the window. “Are you hurt?”

“Not physically. But emotionally, yes! Yes, I am!” You stated from your spot on the bed. “You were very mean to me, Alejandro.”

His brows furrowed and he felt his blood began to heat up. What did he do? He had always been nothing but adoring towards you.

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” He huffed, finally standing up from his tumble. He ran a hand over his face, trying to blink away his drowsiness. “And if someone was mean to you, you have ten second to tell me who.”

“No. It was my dream. I know who was in it.” You pressed. Your words finally sunk in and he let a few chuckles flow freely.

“Oh, My feisty little thing.” He smirked, scooping you up in his arms, tucking both of you back under the covers. He’d be dammed if he let your little fit disrupt his much needed sleep.

“I’m sorry I did that, mi amor.” Rudy apologized against your temple.

“It’s just so not like you.” You whined against his chest. “Even in my dreams you are always so sweet to me.” He nodded his head in understanding, his hands trailing up and down your sides, massaging wherever felt tense.

“You dream about me a lot?” He smiled. You quickly nodded your head.

“Yeah. Especially when you are away.” You murmured, pressing a kiss against his chest in apology for acting so silly.

He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it.

“Do you think, maybe, mi amor, that it’s all those true crime shows you’ve been watching?” He said hesitantly. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever given you a reason to think I would poison your food.”

“Maybe.” You sighed. “Rudy?”

“Yes, mi Amor?”

“Is now a bad time to ask you for some breakfast?”

I hope you liked this! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words! 🩷🍄P.S sorry this took so long! I have so many requests just rotting in my drafts 😩

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astraystayyh · 1 year

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SKZ as oddly specific love languages

fluff, pre-established relationship!! mention of vomiting in lee know's part

i have an 80 pages thesis to write but this is what i do instead........

Chan : reminding you to take your medicine

whenever you are sick this man would turn his dad mode ON

he would put alarms in his phone for your medicine and reminds you to take them each day. without fault.

lowkey takes better care of you than he takes care of himself

if it's a nasty medicine, he will send you something along the lines of 'i know it tastes like shit but you can do it baby!!'

will congratulate you as if you've achieved a big milestone when you just took your medicine, but it's so endearing????

bonus : would search up what vitamins you might need and buys them for you because he needs you to be healthy, always

Minho : holding your hair while you vomit

being sick is never fun but minho is extra gentle with you during those days

if you get dizzy and need to vomit multiple times, he'd sit down with you on the bathroom floor, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair gently

and whenever you get the urge to puke, he'll hold your hair for you and rub soothing circles on your back

"you are doing so good baby"

will make sure you are hydrated afterwards!!

brushes your teeth and washes your face for you

he won't ever make you feel bad he'd just be like "what do you need? whatever it is i got you"

bonus : will so make you soup and feed it to you like a baby

Changbin : walking on the right side of the road

he doesn't even realize he's doing it

but whenever you are walking together he would make sure he's on the side near cars

will be talking to you and smoothly switch sides

his arm will always be on your shoulders or on your lower back HE JUST HAS TO TOUCH YOU!!!

he just needs you to be safe at all times

if you are bad at crossing roads (like me) he will hold your hand and do it

not in a patronizing way, more in 'please don't get yourself killed i need you alive'

bonus : he will tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of the road :(

Hyunjin : Writing you love letters

this man will definitely write love letters

for every anniversary you will get a handwritten one that's a given

but you'll also get ones on random days

i feel like he has so much love for you and he will feel it at random times and he'll be like i need to write this down!!!!

will also write you loving sticky notes and put them everywhere

on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, on your bookshelf EVERYWHERE

they will be compliments like 'you look so pretty today', or just 'i'm so proud of you', or 'dont forget to drink water!!'

bonus : will text you every love poem that reminds him of you

Han : Letting you choose a movie to watch

this man loves his movies but he loves you more!!!!

will host movie nights with you religiously

makes a pillow fort and buys all the snacks you want

then he'd let you pick the movie

he may not even like the genre but will watch it just for you

also he watches you more than he watches the movie

he just loves seeing your face light up when it's a scene/actors you love

he's the embodiment of 'your happiness is my happiness'

bonus : if you ever cry during a movie i feel he will cry too LMAO literally feels your emotions as his own

Felix : Saving you the last sweet treat

ok we know felix will bake for you BUT he loves sweets too right

but he will always save you the last treat

last brownie ? yours, last cookie ? yours, last piece of cake? YOURS

he won't outwardly say it, and he might even be craving it but if you ask him if he wants it he'll say 'no go ahead baby it's yours!'

he loves making you happy and if it's through simple things as this then he's all in

also wants to make sure you are eating well

will literally fight you if you try to feed it to him "NO YOU EAT IT BABY"

bonus : when you get any cravings this man will go out at the crack of dawn to get it for you, he's just so in love

Seungmin : Making a fool out of himself to make you laugh

this man is pro at roasting

you will match his energy of course and he loves your bantering

loves to make it look as if YOU are obsessed with him (which you are but he is too so it's okay)

but when you are feeling sad he will literally go :((

needs to cheer you up AT ALL COSTS

so he will start making fun of himself or making stupid comments that make him look like a dork JUST FOR YOU TO SMILE

if you are crying and he makes you giggle he'll be like BINGO

will literally make you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad in the first place

bonus : definitely will tickle you until you can no longer breathe and then he will pepper your face with kisses :,)

Jeongin : creating curated playlists for you

my man jeongin loves his music and he loves you

he will of course have the lovey dovey playlist of soft songs that reminds him of you

BUT he will go above and beyond

will make you a playlist for your each mood because he knows you so well

like a playlist named 'when you feel like crying also why aren't you texting me rn'

or 'for when you want to feel like a bad bitch (which you are)'

or even music he thinks you'll like while getting ready or doing chores

he's not always there but he feels that if you listen to the playlists he made you he will be there with you

bonus : will definitely share his earphones with you and thinks it's so cute when you lay your head on his shoulder:(

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which-qsmp-egg-would · 2 months

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It's finally time for the February summary!

And you NEVER guess who won again!

Richarlyson

With 12/58 polls won (20%!!!) and another win under his belt, it's safe to say I'm scared of him. Richarlyson was voted most likely to:

Dig holes in the yard for no reason

Be a terror to a babysitter

Pretend to be kidnapped during a road trip

Try to get struck with lightning

Be a biter

Be better off if he were raised by wolves

Spin in an office chair enough to break it

Wear shorts in 0° weather

Lick a metal pole as a joke but get stuck

Be an Ethogirl

Start the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Love 'Fortnite'

Wonderful chaos child.

SunnySideUp

Some things never change, do they? Coming in 2nd place for the 2nd month in a row, with 11/58 polls won, is our sunshine princess! They've been voted most likely to:

Sleep with no less than 7 blankets

Demand to paint her parent's nails

Watch Winx Club

Hold their breath to get what they want

Cry every time a parent takes her fishing

Drive around the island in a toy car

Become a leaf millionare on the playground

Wear light up shoes

Follow an internet tutorial to become a mythical creature

Have the most insane roleplay with barbie dolls

Make friendship bracelets

What perfect results for Tubbo's princess!

Dapper

I was actually surprised to see Dapper in 3rd this month! With a score of 9/58 polls won, she's certainly climbed the ranks this time! Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Be really into bugs

Have a dinosaur hyperfixation

Learn how to perform magic tricks

Be able to name every local animal species by name

Perform surgeries on his stuffed animals

Hyperfixate on 'Digimon: Digital Monsters'

Love 'Undertale'

Create "potions" in the bathtub

Collect mundane objects

Ah, just like his father. (I think they would love Digimon, and I will CRACK on this hill)

Pepito

Next is the littlest huevo ever, Pepito with 8/58 polls won! Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Climb a tree and get stuck

Have a comfort blanket that's probably falling apart

Have a pocket full of rocks by the end of the day

Sit on the floor to watch TV

Only sleep in a onesie

Wear velcro shoes because Pepito can't tie Pepito's laces

Accidentally call the teacher mom/dad

Be unable to keep a poker face

I'm realising how long this post is going to be now...

Tallulah

Now is when the point drop off happens. Coming in at 5/58 polls, Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Eat flowers and judge them by color and taste

Make Valentine's day cards for everyone on the island

Write a musical for her siblings to play in

Cut her own hair

Be the teacher's pet

I'm glad to see her higher up on the list this month! I can't wait to see if her model gets redesigned, I'm confident it will look awesome.

Chayanne

Coming in just under his sister with 4/58 polls, Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Be concerningly excited to go fishing

Read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'

Play the drums

Make a pillow fort to comfort a sibling after a nightmare

He may have come in lower this month, but I'm sure he's happy his sister is getting the attention.

Ramón

These next three are tied, with 3/58 polls won! Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Get really into Hide and Seek

Be on tech for Tallulah's musical

Join Richas in the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Leonarda

With 3/58, Leonarda has been voted most likely to:

Pretend to be a werewolf on the full moon

Be raised by Wolves

Wear Heelies

Empanada

Now the last with 3/58, Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Sew cool outfits for her siblings

Exclusively eat poptarts in the morning

Have a sugar crash from all of the Valentine's day candy

I'm noticing a theme with those three.

Pomme & Chunsik

Unfortunately, Pomme and Chunsik did not win any polls in February. While Chunsik is the newcomer, Pomme hasn't won a poll yet! Although after that wonderful Paintball poll, I imagine that will change for March! Better luck next time, my complimentary-colored eggs.

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blindmagdalena · 2 months

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Heya, do you write for ftm!reader? You can ignore this ask if you don't write for them.

(sorry if this may sound self indulgent) But can I get a tiny scenario of Homelander just being affectionate towards his boyfriend. I know he's mostly written as a boob type of guy, but what if he likes thighs and ass. Like reader has top surgery, but would Homelander would be just loving his boyfriend's thigh and ass. Both him and his boyfriend would praise eachs others bodies in bed (can be nsfw if you like)

(just been really bummed about my dysphoria lately, and I wanted my man Homelander just being cuddly n stuff)

i hope this is okay, anon! i'm still a little fried, and my requests are technically closed, but your ask really resonated with me so i wanted to put out a lil something-something. never, ever apologize for self-indulgence! also, if you're in the market for more ftm!reader x homelander content, i highly recommend you check out @sehtoast's works if you haven't already! 🖤

It's early morning. You've been watching sunlight crawling up the headboard as the sun rises above the skyline, spilling over you and illuminating the face of the man sleeping soundly beneath you.

There was a period of time after surgery where you couldn't lie like this anymore. In fact, the only way you could lie was upright, slanted back against a special pillow. Often times, that pillow was Homelander. He didn't mind sleeping at an angle with you so long as he still got to hold you.

However, you're healed enough now that it doesn't hurt to sleep with your chest pressed to his. You were quick to jump on the opportunity.

Homelander wakes with a deep inhale, nostrils flaring with it. He opens his eyes belatedly, squinting against the sunlight backlighting you. That same light makes his hair look ethereal and golden, and his blue eyes even brighter.

"Morning," he greets, the word slurred with sleep. He smiles lazily after a beat. "Mmmmm, missed this," he murmurs, sweeping his hands all the way down your back, over your ass, your thighs. He's never been shy about loving every part of your body.

The two of you have happily spent hours mapping each others curves and slopes, charting moles and birthmarks like waypoints. Even blind, you would know him by the shape of him beneath your palms.

You laugh softly when he makes a point to take two handfuls of your ass, squeezing appreciatively. "Me too," you agree, toying with the hair at the base of his neck, your own arms pinned under his. "Do you miss the boob squish, too?" You ask, smushing your flat chest against his. It's hard to put into words the sense of euphoria you've felt ever since the surgery, but a nagging little voice in the back of your mind has nipped at your consciousness, fretting that this joy was yours alone.

"Mmmmhm," he hums, eyes closed against the light.

Your smile falters. His casual confirmation of your gnawing insecurity has instantly made you anxious. "You ever feel upset I got rid of them?" You ask tentatively, trying to keep the nerves from your voice.

Homelander cracks one eye open, his brows furrowing. "What? No." You can see in his shifting expression how he's mentally working his way back through the conversation. "You asked me if I missed 'em, and I do. I'd miss any part of you that was gone. Doesn't mean I'm upset. If you wanna..." He lifts his hand to gesture vaguely. This kind of conversation isn't his forte, but you can tell he's trying. "Dye your hair, wear makeup, don't wear it, whatever... Whatever you do to make your body feel like yours. That's fine. It's still you."

He's beginning to sound like you. You still remember how embarrassed he'd been when you first saw him without his suit, or when you figured out his hair bleaching routine. You had said almost the same exact thing to him.

Tears prickle unexpectedly in your eyes. The good kind.

"Now, that said. Your ass?" he follows up, kneading the soft swell of it against his palms. "You try and hack that off, then we'll have problems. Serious problems," he says gravely.

You huff an affectionate laugh, kissing his chin, his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips. You're determined to ensure your lips know every part of him as well as your hands do. "I promise my ass isn't going anywhere," you say, swallowing back the lump in your throat, unable to keep the smile from your face.

"Good," he says, kissing you in a series of short bursts. "Because I'd catch it," he says, punctuating the sentiment with a crisp two-handed slap to your ass.

You laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "I love you."

You can feel his grin against your lips when he replies, "Love you more."

#i don't typically write ftm of my own accord but specific requests like this are totally welcome 🖤#fluff #homelander x ftm!reader #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #ftm!reader #my writing #homelander x you

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notyour-valentine · 8 months

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Hi Val! Sending you a lovely wintry scene to help cool you down during the under bearable heat! Isn't it beautiful? I'm not sure what lies beyond the door, but it seems mysterious and I like that 😉

Come Hell or High Water

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Summary: Tommy remembers something, albeit a little late

Note: I believe we had 30°+ when this snowed into my askbox and truly made me giggle. I had to take some time before completing this, but I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless- it's not my usual forte. It's a bit of a crack fic/nonsense but here we go. Thank you so much @zablife for sending this in and making my day

All my writing is produced by an adult and created with an adult audience in mind (18/21+). You are responsible for your own media consumption. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Wordcount: 518 words

“Fucking hell!”, Tommy cursed, pulling his hand back from the door handle and shaking it in the air. “Thing’s practically boiling.”

“Well, the sun’s been shining on it for hours, so…”, she reminded him, trying to swallow a smile. Poor Tom. His palm was already reddening. For all his skills with numbers and horses and wires even, sometimes he was so horrifically inept. As if this whole thing wasn't already comically enough.

Speaking of wires - she only caught the last bit of his suggestion, partly fueled by his quite recent, quite painful experience.

“...blow it up.”

“Tommy!”, she gasped. “You can’t blow the door up - it’ll make the wall come down like a house of cards.”

He only shrugged, spitting on the palm of his hand to ease the burning sting.

“You want the door open, I’ll get the door bloody open.”, he muttered again, glaring at the side entrance to the rose garden as if it had personally insulted him.

“I wanted the door open in december.”, she reminded him as gently as she could while still suppressing a giggle.

It had been then, with snowflakes the size of coins swirling in the air and their breath summoning smoke creatures, when the large square stones that led to the main entrance to the rose garden had gone slick and slippery with thin sheets of ice.

Even in winter the rose garden had been a beautiful place to be, to see the branches and the statues covered in delicate blankets of white, to see the pond frozen over like the mirrored entrance to another world. No cold could keep her away. The only fear she had was slipping on her way there.

The last thing she had needed was a broken wrist or twisted ankle. The last thing Tommy had needed was yet another thing to concern herself with.

So she had turned to the side entrance, but the icy cold had made the door freeze in place where it was, unused for all this time.

She had asked Tommy for help, and he had promised her, but then so much had happened, and it had gotten pushed into the far corner of his mind. Before too long snow had turned to rain, only for that to grow scarcer and scarcer with the relentless march of the seasons, and she had been sure he had forgotten all about it.

Until lunch, a few hours ago, when Tommy had stared at her in the middle of a sentence, his aquamarine blue eyes widening.

“You wanted the door open!”, he had remembered. She had tried to assure him that it was of no matter, that it was summer now and truly no chance of snow and ice.

Still, Tommy had assured her despite her giggles that if she wanted the door open he would get it open.

Of course, why her husband chose the warmest day of summer to try and open a door that had been frozen shut in december, she did not know. Well, she’d say that when describing the hilarity of the situation to Polly, Ada and Lizzie, but in truth she knew exactly why. Because she had asked him to.

There we are, I hope you enjoyed it and if you are suffering a heatwave, remember to drink lots of water and keep your head in the shade xx

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fenny-self-ships · 6 months

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Hiiiiiiiii

Idk if you’re comfortable with hurt/comfort, but if you are I got a request for you! Lol

Basically, the idea is headcanons (or writing) of Jafar with an S/O that suffered SEVERE narcissistic abuse, and him quickly dealing just how much damage behaviors like his can cause. Like, he has to calm them down from a ptsd flashback, and they end up saying something about the “mind games” they were always playing, and how they were always on eggshells, and he’s basically over here like “ohhhh fuk…I do that kind of thing to people…”

Ooh some hurt comfort?? Coming right up 👀

I'm by no means an expert on this topic, so I'll stick with headcannons for now, but if you like 'em I'm more than open to writing a full imagine in future!!

Cracks my knuckles

Jafar with an abused S/O~!

Given the way he speaks, I wouldn't be surprised if it was something he said that triggered the unfortunate episode

A nasty, condescending comment about a hobby of yours, a hissing remark correcting your behaviour, or even deliberately misconstruing something you've said -- Incredibly self-serving, of course, but he's a master manipulator, and can very easily play the victim in even the tiniest arguments

Nothing could prepare him, however, for the sudden fit of anxiety and terror his words would induce

He is WOEFULLY uneducated on such things, and would regrettably have absolutely zero clue how to approach the situation -- He'd more than likely just freeze, simply staring down at you as you crumble

Once he's snapped out of his stupor, his first instinct would be to remove himself from the situation

He's clearly upset you, and he'd rather die than debase himself by admitting to his own wrongs. What a PATHETIC move that would be, huh?? (/sar)

Perhaps not the greatest instinct, but he'd give you time to cool off, to return to yourself, before slinking back in to discuss what caused your 'hysteria' (🙄🙄)

Likely with some warm tea to show in the smallest sense that he does actually CARE about you. It's not much, but it might be enough to get you talking

He would have fully intended to make a half-assed attempt at listening, followed by an empty promise to 'do better' and some kisses to top it off, but, in true Jafar fashion, his interest is piqued when you start describing the shit that he is oh so good at

The insufferable superiority complex, the 'do-no-wrong' mentality, the near constant mind games, manipulation and victimisation -- every single experience you describe he resonates with far too much

He hasn't had much experience with guilt, but you're his beloved. He cares about you. The sickly feeling creeps, resting heavier and heavier on his shoulders the more you manage to tell him

Truly an 'ohhhh fuck... I do that shit' moment if there ever was one

It's become second nature to him, almost a survival tactic -- not any excuse for his behaviour, of course, but he rarely gives a second thought to how awful the effects can be

He hates that it was you who had to tell him. He's supposed to be your biggest supporter, not your worst enemy

His illusion of perfection is shattered -- You aren't lucky to be with him, HE'S lucky you've put up with his disposition for as long as you have. He feels terrible.

All at once, you're wrapped up in a hug. Physical touch isn't his forte, but when you're as bad at apologies as he is, sometimes you have to compromise

This may be the first time you've ever heard a genuine 'sorry' from him

He will make an effort. Not to better himself as a whole, hell no, but to be better for you. The last thing he'd want to do is hurt you the way you've been hurt before. That'd be the WORST thing for his overinflated ego.

He's trying <3

#I GOT RLLY CARRIED AWAY W THIS ONE OH MY GOD #sorry it took so long to get around to 😭#my exams are over!! asks are being answered <3 #I popped this one under the cut for mentions of abuse/trauma #but nothing too serious #enjoy!!#fenris asks #jafar #self ship #headcannons #x reader #cw: abuse

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bylightofdawn · 1 month

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WIP SUNDAY

Holy shit, how long has it been since we had one of these??

I've started the prequel fic for my CodyWan modern AU which takes place 10 years before It Only Knocks Twice.

I thought about writing a fic following them through the war but you guys? I just finished a 200K monster that's taken me a year and a good chunk of my sanity to write, I am simply NOT up for something that deep or involved. So hopefully this will serve.

I will admit, this is reigniting my love for this AU and I have some ideas percolating including a complete crack ship fic of Rex who is struggling to recover from the war, has been pressured into joining the Protectors by Jango as his second choice for heir since he always had an eye on Cody taking up the job of replacing him. Look Jango is kinda a dick n this fic cause well..he is a dick in canon sorry not sorry

And then Fenn Rau who's been holding down the fort while the Fett boys have been gallivanting off to fight in a war halfway around the world and is rightfully annoyed at the blatant nepotism going down.

I was kinda toying with the idea in my brain years ago but it got shelved but now I might actually write this fic at some point.

ANYWAY context for this fic. Takes place after Utapau, Grievous is dead, Dooku didn't die and sang like a fucking canary so Palpatine's entire house of cards has crumpled and both sides are kinda like wtf, I guess we'll try peace? As a nod to ATOTC, Obi-Wan nearly dies in an unfortunate blue-on-blue incident and is recovering at a nearby hospital when he receives the call that Qui-Gon had been murdered by Maul and this accelerates his plans to leave service.

Cue all the pining and regrets about things never said and actions never taken.

After years of war between the Republic and the Confederacy of Independent States, the war was on the cusp of being over.

The death of General Grievous on the battlefield of Utapau had been the final nail in the coffin that broke the CIS’s back. Of course, the capture of Count Dooku and the damning accusations against Chancellor Palpatine had helped to bring the Republic as well.

Both sides were tired and weary of the war by that part. The realization the entire bloody conflict which had killed countless people being engineered by a set up of corrupt politicians who wanted yet more power had cut through both sides like a wildfire.

Widespread protests and demands for an immediate ceasefire had cropped up across the Republic and the CIS.

Cody and his troops were just as angry and outraged as the civilian population but they unfortunately didn’t have the luxury of throwing down their weapons in disgust out of protest.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know how far that sense of duty would have gone if the generals demanded they head right back out onto the battlefield.

Knowing they had unwittingly propagated an unjust war that had led to the decimation of countless civilians and left some nations on the brink of ruination was a hard pill to swallow, and he’d heard the whispers of displeasure and bitterness from more than one veteran in his battalion.

As company Commander, he’d done his best to ignore and pretend he didn’t hear those grumbles of displeasure. In truth, he shared some of those sentiments and while a worrying amount of his more veteran soldiers were making statements about wanting to cash out and return home out of disgust for the war, he knew in his heart of hearts, that wasn’t for him.

No, he wanted to help to break the things that he had accidentally broken.

He enjoyed service and while he knew his father would have been delighted to have him return home after his ‘rebellious’ decision to join up with the Republic’s war rather than maintain Mandalore’s stubborn neutrality, he knew he was doing the best here.

His talents would be wasted back home in some cushy job with the Protectors.

Besides, there was another—more selfish—reason for wanting to staying in the GAR.

They’d claimed a beaten-up loveseat that overlooked the scrub brush and desert that led out to the distant mountains. The land was harsh, but it had a beauty that had been lacking in other desert climes he’d seen during the war, such as Geonosis.

Little Gods, but he hated that place with its endless dust storms and red sand, which had gotten everywhere. Or maybe he hated how much blood had blended in with the sand and how much death he’d seen during the First Battle of Geonosis.

That had been before he’d been assigned to Obi-Wan’s batallion and while he would never say a bad word against Mace Windu as a commanding officer, that particular battle had been a shitshow and far too many people had died.

And what was worse, a year later they’d found themselves back in that same gods forsaken country being shelled out of their minds by Seppie artillery.

Yet here they were in another kriffing desert but this time with the hopeful promise that the war might at long last be coming to a close. If Utapau hadn’t very nearly killed Obi-Wan, he might have actually enjoyed the austere landscape.

But it was hard when the man sitting next to him was still dressed in hospital-issued pajamas and a threadbare robe. At least he no longer had those awful tubes and IV’s sticking out of him. It had been an all too poignant reminder that after three years of hell, just as the end was in sight, he’d very nearly lost Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And to nearly lose him to a blue-on-blue friendly fire accident was all the worse. If he hadn’t been wearing his body armor, he would be dead now.

Cody wasn’t sure what he would have done with himself if that had happened.

After three years of bottling up his feelings, of promising himself that once the war was over and they were free of the constraints of the chain of command, he would finally tell Obi-Wan exactly how he felt about him.

Hopefully, the other man would feel the same way which…judging by the fact they sat there enjoying the sunset over the desert with their hands so close together their fingers were brushing, hidden as they were beneath the folds of the other man’s robe? Cody was optimistic the other man returned his feelings.

“How are the men holding up?”

“As good as can be expected. Lots of mixed feelings about everything.”

“It’s awful, I completely understand their feelings.” Obi-Wan had made little secret of the fact that he’d intended on resigning his commission once the war was over with. He wasn’t built for war, he claimed. But Cody thought differently, the man had been one of the best commanding officers he’d ever had.

He was a natural leader, one who was there with his men through thick and thin. He’d sweated and starved with them throughout the bloody years, had bled and at times cried at the senseless tragedy they’d seen.

Losing him would be a blow to the 212th but Cody kept those words firmly in check because he didn’t want to lay any sense of obligation or guilt on the man who had given so selflessly for them over the years.

“I can’t believe it myself. All of this death and heartache? Just because Palpatine wanted more power? Wanted to regain some banthashit glory about a lost Empire?” He couldn’t help the anger that threaded through his words.

“I understand, Cody.” Obi-Wan’s fingers shifted and he covered his hand with his and squeezed gently. The empathy in the redhead’s eyes was genuine and Cody felt something unnamable well up in his chest.

“I’m so ready for this war to be over with, sir.” He confessed softly, and it was a testament to how tired he was that he had even spoken that truth.

Obi-Wan’s expression shifted minutely, and that empathy shifted into a weary sort of understanding. “Me too, Cody.”

The words were spoken between them almost like a secret.

And in that quietude the resided between them, the familiar spark of longing could be felt on both sides. Obi-Wan’s fingers tightened around Cody’s almost imperceptibly as though he could sink as much meaning as he was allowed through that brief physical touch.

But then, the moment was shattered with the arrival of one of the hospital aides who stepped out of the doors and towards them.

Both struggled to pull themselves back together as he approached with a nervous look on his face.

“Commander Kenobi? There’s an urgent message for you.”

Concern flashed across Obi-Wan’s face and he carefully levered himself to his feet with a wince of pain.

“Of course, lead the way.” He said and shot one final regretful glance over at Cody.

Cody forced a smile for Obi-Wan’s benefit as the redhead walked away.

He had no idea that call would change their lives irrevocably.

#WIP Sunday #fanfiction snippet #el writes #as yet untitled codywan prequel #star wars fanfiction #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #codywan

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mychemicalimagines · 11 months

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Can’t Stop Lovin’ You-Dean Winchester-Chap 5

Summary: Dean Winchester and Michaela ‘Mickey’ Storm have been friends for as long as they can remember. When they were 4 years old, Dean’s mom and Mickey’s parents were killed. Since then, John Winchester took his kids and Mickey around the states, hunting the Supernatural. 22 years later, it’s just Dean and Mickey against the world, both the natural and the supernatural. John goes missing after a hunting trip goes awry while Sam’s away at college, set on being a lawyer. This is Dean and Mickey’s story as they embark on a trip to find the one man they know as Dad. Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business.

Series Warning: Language, Fluff, Love, Smut, Death, Blood, Violence, Supernatural, Paranormal, Established Relationship. If I forgot any, all the warnings from the show apply to this series as well.

Words: 4,520

A/N: Here’s a chapter to hold you guys over! We really didn’t like this episodes too much so we decided to put them all into one and give a summarized version of what would have happened! We are currently writing Bugs so hopefully we can get it out soon!

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Bloody Mary, Skin, and Hook Man

Third Person POV

Just over a month and a half after the case in Pennsylvania, and several other, low-scale hunts, the Winchester trio caught wind of a case that really piqued their interest in late January. After all, everyone knows of the age old, urban legend surrounding Bloody Mary. The one that goes if a person goes into a bathroom at night, with the lights off, and says “Bloody Mary” three times, the spirit will appear and kill you by first gouging out your eyes.

Now, having grown up as a Hunter, and years of reading all sorts of lore on different spirits, demons, and supernatural entities in general, the Winchesters knew that there was a chance the way things played out could be slightly different than what all of the various versions of lores said. Which seemed like this case may just have been a very real possibility of actually being Bloody Mary.

After all, what had started out as a simple game of truth or dare between three high school girls ended up with the tragic death of the one girl’s father. Reading over the gruesome details of the father’s death, Sam knew that there wasn’t remotely normal about a man’s eyes liquifying in his skull and bleeding out from that, despite the press’ attempt at trying to pass it off as a fluke case of spontaneous combustion.

So, of course, when Sam found a story from a newspaper clipping that seemed to be the urban legend becoming reality, he knew that it was a case right up the Winchester’s alley. Once he had shown the article to both his brother and Mickey, the three of them headed to Toledo, Ohio and then to Fort Wayne, Indiana to crack the case, with one of Sam’s nightmares about the death of his girlfriend happening during the drive, one that he refused to talk about.

It was in Toledo, Ohio that the Winchesters found out that the tragic death of Steven Shoemaker came as a result of a “Bloody Mary” dare that had gone wrong. It took a hefty bribe to get the morgue attendant to even let them look at the body, confirming the thought that there was no logical or possible way for this man to have died of spontaneous combustion, considering that Mr. Shoemaker’s skull was filled with blood and his eyes were truly liquified.

Despite not having a clear cause of death, but knowing that it was more than what a normal human could comprehend, the Three Musketeers, or rather Winchesters, attended both the eldest Shoemaker’s funeral and his home shortly after. One thing that the youngest daughter said piqued all three of the Hunters’ interest, and it certainly wasn’t her blaming herself for her father’s death.

At least, not entirely. But, rather, it was the reason as to why she blamed herself. After finding out about the dare to ‘release’ Bloody Mary, the brothers and Mickey set out on a search for clues, while also being as discreet and respectful as they could be. It didn’t take the trio long to determine that there was indeed something suspicious about the death of Steven Shoemaker, and Mickey gave Charlie, one of the best friends of the late man’s oldest daughter, her phone number with the message to call if she thought of anything helpful.

Sure enough, Charlie gave Mickey a ring later that evening after having been on the phone with her other friend, Jill, when she too had tried to ‘summon’ Bloody Mary in her own mirror, as a joke, and died before she got the chance to hang up. Upon investigating Jill’s bedroom, and the mirror in question, Mickey found a clue that would crack the case wide open, revealing a connection, not to the classic lore, but rather to a far more tragic, human mistake.

Gary Bryman. The young boy that Jill had killed in a hit and run with her vehicle. Finding this clue led the Winchesters back to the Shoemaker household, and more specifically Mr. Shoemaker’s bedroom, based on a hunch that Sam had. His gut feelings paid off when they found the name of Mr. Shoemaker’s late wife scrawled on the mirror.

It didn’t take long to figure out the widow’s wife had died under suspicious circumstances, labeled as a sleeping pill overdose. And, it took even less time for Mickey to offer up the suggestion that Linda Shoemaker hadn’t died accidently, but rather that her husband had killed her and made it look like an accident.

Now, there was a connection, and a strong lead. The Winchesters weren’t dealing with a childhood scary story to tell in the dark, but rather something more dangerous, and far more deadly: a vengeful spirit. However, Dean’s own gut instinct was telling him that there was still something about this case that involved a woman named Mary, blood, and a mirror.

As it turned out, and much to the disappointment of the brothers and Mickey, the case actually had nothing to do with the Bloody Mary lore and much more to do with just a vengeful spirit. While the case may not have turned out to be what any of them were expecting or hoping for, there was one good thing to come from the month in general.

And that…that was Mickey winning the race against Sam in high heels and getting dibs on the front seat for the entire month, much to Sam’s surprise.

Flashback

“I’m telling you, Dean, this will be the easiest race of my entire life!” Sam says, stretching out his legs.

“I’m not so sure, Sammy.” Dean leans against the front of the Impala, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “I told you, Mickey is fast.”

“She may be fast in her sneakers but in heels? I bet that day in Pennsylvania was a fluke because the alarm was going off.” The youngest shakes his head.

Before he can speak once again, the sound of click-clacks are heard. Sam looks up to see Mickey walking toward him, the heels from the last hunt on her feet. She has a large smirk on her face as she fixes her gym shorts.

“Ready to lose, Winchester?”

“You’ll be the one losing, Storm.” He playfully rolls his eyes.

“You already lost, Sammy.”

“Alright, alright.” Dean chuckles, putting his hands out. “The rule is: No pushing each other. Sam doesn’t need to break a nail. I’m going to stand in the middle of the parking lot while you guys stand by that light post over there. The first one to smack my hand is the winner. Do you guys remember what your prize is?”

“The front seat.” Mickey glances at her best friend with a smile.

“You gotta stop being all lovey.” He rolls his eyes before smirking again. “I also keep my seat without complaints.”

“Great!” Dean rubs his hands together as he walks over to the middle of the parking lot. “Get moving.”

Mickey grins and starts walking to the light post, clicky clacks following her again. Sam shakes his head and follows her after slipping off his jacket to lay on the hood of the car. They both make it and turn toward the eldest Winchester.

“Ready?!” Dean calls out.

“Yep!” Mickey answers, getting into her running stance before whispering. “You’re going down.”

Sam rolls his eyes, getting into his own stance. “You wish.”

The eldest Winchester begins to count down from three before throwing his hands out with a chant of ‘Go!’. Both Sam and Mickey take off like a bullet out of a gun, the latter’s hair whipping in the wind but that doesn’t slow her down. Despite the youngest having longer legs, he was no match for the female and her heels.

When they were about twenty-five feet from the eldest Winchester, Mickey sped up, making it to her boyfriend first. She smacks his hand, slowing down behind him, her heels skidding across the asphalt. A few seconds later, Sam smacks his other hand, his eyes widening slightly. When he stops a few spaces behind his brother, he looks at her, slightly out of breath.

“How…what…the hell…”

“I tried to tell you, Sammy.” Dean turns around, grinning at his younger brother.

“But…She…heels.”

“Girl’s superpower.” Mickey giggles, still out of breath.

“Damn it.” He says, moving his hair from his face.

The eldest Winchester wraps his arm around his girlfriend’s waist, a proud smile on his face.

Flashback Over

Sam was slightly upset, losing his seat for a whole month. He felt so cramped in the back, often moving around so he could get comfortable. He timed it to the day, making sure she got out of the seat as soon as he could. Another good thing that had also happened in that month was celebrating Dean’s 27th birthday, an occasion that they were actually able to celebrate with all three of them being together for the first time in years.

A little over a month later, at the end of February and the beginning of March, the three of them found themselves in St. Louis, Missouri. And it wasn’t because of St. Louis’ famous ribs, much to the disappointment of Dean and Mickey. The real reason they were in town was due to one of Sam’s old college friends, Rebecca “Becky” Warren, saying that her brother, Zach Warren, was framed for the murder of his girlfriend, Emily.

While at first this may not have seemed like it would be one of the normal cases the Winchesters - or any Hunter for that matter - would take, it didn’t take long for them to realize that they weren’t dealing with a typical, human homicide, but rather a shapeshifter case. At first, the whole thing seemed iffy, especially since Sam’s old college friend claimed that her brother had been with her at the time of the murder, and it’s impossible to be in two places at once.

This was no Harry Potter movie.

Shortly after their arrival in the city often referred to as the Gateway to the West, there was another murder, and just like with Sam’s friend, the suspect in the second case claimed to have been in two places at once. It wasn’t until the shapeshifter had taken on Mickey as a disguise to trick the boys, did the trio realize just what they were dealing with.

Following the case of the second murder, the trio ended up getting separated around the second victim’s apartment building. All when the three of them followed a bloody trail that led into the sewers. While they were down there, they found the evidence they needed that proved that they were dealing with a shapeshifter.

When the shifter attacked the three of them and ran off, they all ran after it, but ended up getting lost in the maze that was the sewers underneath the city. Mickey and Dean continued searching the tunnels, and Sam went back above ground, knowing he’d meet up with his brother and Mickey at the Impala.

Plus, this would give the youngest brother a chance to regroup, get weapons, and possibly even confirm his suspicions about the shifter. Sure enough, as he was locking and loading up with one of his guns, Dean showed up. He freaked out for a solid five minutes when he found out Mickey wasn’t with his brother.

Flashback

“What do you mean she’s not up here?!” Dean says, running his fingers through his hair.

“I mean, I haven’t seen her since we separated. I thought she was with you.” He answers, closing the trunk of the car.

“Son of a bitch!” The eldest Winchester yells out slightly, quickly turning in circles, hoping to catch a glimpse of her somewhere.

“Maybe she's on her way back?”

“She better be. She knows to come back to the car if we separate.” He says, pacing back and forth.

“Of course I do.” Her voice is heard behind them.

Dean whips around to see his girlfriend, walking toward them, a small smile on her face. He immediately runs toward her and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close. His other hand comes up and cups the back of her head, holding her close to him as she wraps her arms around his waist.

“What happened down there? One minute you were next to me then the next you were gone?” He whispers.

“I heard a noise. I thought you heard me.” She whispers, hugging him close.

He pulls away and cups her cheek, looking into her hazel eyes for a moment.

“I guess not.” He whispers before speaking louder so Sam can hear him. “You think he found another way underground?”

“Probably.” Sam says, watching the two of them.

Dean nods slightly before biting his lip, just staring at his girlfriend.

“Should we drive around, see if there are any more signs of him?” She asks, softly.

“That would be a good idea.” He answers.

“Can I drive?” Her eyes light up softly.

Without changing his expression, he nods softly. “Of course you can. Sam got the keys.”

She grins before rushing past him to the youngest Winchester. He opens the trunk again, allowing her to look through it to pick her weapon.

“Hey guys, didn’t dad once face a shapeshift in San Antonio?” He asks, glancing toward his older brother.

Dean approaches them and looks at his girlfriend, wanting her to answer.

“Oh, that was Austin.” She answers, looking up from the trunk with a smile. “It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?”

“Oh right.” Sam chuckles softly before tossing her the keys. “Here ya go.”

She catches the keys before looking back into the trunk when the brother’s make eye contact. Almost a second later, the brothers bring up their guns, pointing it directly at the female.

“Don’t move.” Dean says, staring at her with a small glare

She turns and looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Dean, what’s going on?”

“What have you done with her?”

“It’s me, guys.” She giggles slightly.

“I don’t think so.” Sam says, never lowering his gun.

“Where’s my girlfriend?” The eldest Winchester asks, his voice deepening to a growl.

“You’re about to shoot her, Dean. Calm down.” Her smile fades from her face.

“Mickey hates driving” He growls. “She only got her license because dad made her in case she needed to get away.”

“I just wanted to drive, babe. It’s not a big deal.” She rolls her eyes.

“She also knows the signals we have.” Dean continues.

“Now, where is Mickey?” Sam speaks up again.

She turns toward him with a sigh. “I’m right here, Sam. Come on!”

“You’re not my girlfriend.” Dean snaps.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger, then?” She glances toward him, discreetly grabbing something from the trunk. “Hmm?”

The eldest Winchester just stares at her, glare clearly on his face.

“It’s because you’re not sure.” She states, watching his hesitation.

Before either Winchester could blink, ‘Mickey’ cracks Dean in the face with the weapon she grabbed from the trunk. A crowbar. The eldest Winchester falls straight to the ground while Sam pulls the trigger of his gun. ‘Mickey’ crouches quickly, dodging the bullet before standing and cracking him in the face as well.

‘She’ glances between both now knocked out men before cracking her neck with a grin, her eyes flashing silver for a moment.

Flashback Over

One thing that the brothers hadn’t accounted for, though, was them being knocked unconscious and taken hostage by the shapeshifter. After Sam had regained consciousness, he figured out that he and Dean were trapped down in the sewers. Nearly 10 minutes later, the brothers realized that Mickey was there too when she made a grunt of discomfort and woke up.

The three of them talked things out, confirming with each other that they were dealing with and how to take care of it. Of course, things weren’t so easy for them. Not that they ever were. On top of the usual, supernatural related obstacles that they encountered on any given hunt, this one had an added one, from humans no less.

They had the FBI on their tails, and were wanting to charge them with a long list of crimes. Including charging Mickey with the brutal attack of Becky using jealousy and calling it a ‘crime of passion’ as the motive for the attack. See, when the shifter had assumed Mickey’s identity, claiming ‘She’s hot. Anyone would believe a hot woman’, it had been invited in, as Becky thought it was Mickey, another girl that she could talk to, and maybe get to know a little more about Sam, especially since he had left college so suddenly.

And the shifter, disguised as Mickey, had brutally attacked Becky, and only left her alive because the SWAT team showed up. While this had been going on, the Winchester trio had been tied up and trapped down in the shifter’s lair in the sewers. By the time they managed to escape, Mickey’s mugshot was plastered across every news station playing on TVs across the city.

They had made their way back to Becky’s house to try and figure out what had happened. Sam went inside, while Dean went to go get the Impala, never wanting to leave his Baby unattended for long, and Mickey ventured back into the sewer alone. Knowing that it would be in her best interest to stay below ground, out of sight from the FBI, she went to track the shapeshifting creature that had made her life a little tricky at the moment.

The eldest Winchester hated splitting up, especially from his girlfriend but right now, it was needed. He knew it would not keep her safe from the shifter, but at least it would buy her enough time from having the FBI on her tail to figure out where the shifter was and come up with a way on how to take care of it.

It didn’t take Mickey long to find her way back to the shifter’s lair, and realize that it had now shifted and taken on Becky’s identity. Due to lack of cell service in the sewers, she was unable to call Sam who was still at his old college friend’s home. And she couldn’t even get in touch with Dean to try and get him to warn Sam.

Mickey knew that she would have to warn her boyfriend’s brother soon, and she had to be quick about it before the shifter could do any harm to the man that had become a younger brother to her over the years. She did the only thing left that she knew she could do and hightailed it out of the sewer tunnels and back to Becky’s house.

She had arrived, just in time, to see Dean shoot at the shapeshifter that had once again disguised itself as her, in an attempt to get it to stop attacking Sam. Watching him kill the shifter that looked like her briefly made her wonder if Dean was 100% certain that it wasn’t actually her before he pulled that trigger, or if it was proof that Dean truly would put protecting his baby brother above anything and anyone, no matter who or what it was.

She got her answer when she stepped into the room, met Dean’s gaze and he’d rushed over to her, glad to see she was unharmed in any way whatsoever. When the police had shown up, Mickey had hid in the Impala to keep up the ruse that she had ‘died’. Whatever story Sam had managed to concoct and spin to the cops had them pinning the murder of Zach Warren’s girlfriend, Emily, on her as well, leaving it as a closed case.

As Dean drove away, with Mickey snuggled up to his side in the passenger seat, wanting to keep her close and Sam sprawled out as much as he could in the backseat, Mickey couldn’t help but joke about how she was missing the one funeral she’d ever be guaranteed to have. And both the brothers couldn’t get over how much they had a sudden disdain for pea soup.

Two weeks before Mickey’s 27th birthday at the end of March, the Winchester crew were called to Ankeny, Iowa to investigate a series of morally and religiously driven, supernatural related deaths. They knew they had to be the ones on this case because the only witness to the murder reported that the attacker was invisible.

The witness had said that she was in the car with her boyfriend on 9 Mile Road when they heard loud scratching noises. Rich, the boyfriend, had gotten out to check what was going on when he suddenly disappeared from her view. Not even a second later, more scratching noises were heard before a couple loud bangs came from the roof of the car.

When both sounds ceased, she exited the car and began to run toward the wooded area. After getting a strange feeling in her gut, she turned around to find her boyfriend suspended from a tree upside down above the car, meaning he was the one who was making the noises attempting to get help. Needing to blend in, Sam and Dean walked into a fraternity house while Mickey joined the sorority nearby.

While the brothers were in their fraternity house where the victim lived, they found out he was seeing Lori, the daughter of Reverend Sorenson, meaning she was the one that was there that night. Mickey ended up meeting Lori at the sorority house and talked with her for a little bit learning their rooms were a few doors down from one another.

She wanted to wait for Dean and Sam before asking any questions about the case, wanting to get on her good side first. Lori invited her to her father’s service later that day but before she could call her boyfriend and his brother, they were already there, waiting in the pews. After the service, Mickey introduced her new friend to the brothers, allowing them to start questioning her, but they didn’t get any useful information.

The young girl believes she was just seeing things and that something else happened to her boyfriend. When Lori left, the trio talked about the case and decided that it sounds like the Hook Man Legend. Needing more information, they went straight to the library to research the case, knowing that the internet wouldn’t give them anything but ‘fake facts’.

In 1862, a preacher named Jacob Karns killed 13 sex workers using a hook he wore in place of the hand he lost in an accident. He was later arrested and executed. Wanting Mickey to stay close to town, in case of an emergency, the boys traveled to 9 Mile Road in search of the Hook Man but they were discovered by the sheriff, who arrested them.

He wouldn’t allow them to have their one phone call so they weren’t even able to call the unofficial female Winchester. While Mickey was waiting for Lori, she didn’t realize there was another door to enter the building. She ended up falling asleep a few minutes after Lori already was in her room.

A few minutes earlier, she got into a fight with her father about living in the sorority house, which blinded her. She went to her room and discovered a large scratch on the wall but didn’t think anything of it. She went to turn on the light but noticed Taylor, her roommate, was already asleep and decided to keep the light off.

She got ready for bed and laid down, not noticing that Jacob Karns was in her closet. The next morning, she woke up and screamed loudly at the sight of Taylor’s bloody body with the words ‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’ written in blood on the wall. Mickey immediately ran into the room, shocked by the discovery.

After finally being able to call her, she went and picked up her boyfriend and ‘adopted’ little brother, taking them back to her dorm. With her help, they searched the entire room the best they could without being caught and discovered a cross symbol drawn in the blood that they recognize from their research.

A little more research concluded that there were more killings in the area, also by clergymen. The three of them presumed that the spirit of Karns is latching onto the reverend’s repressed emotions and killing everyone he feels are immoral. They came up with the plan that Sam would stay and watch over Lori while the couple would go find Karns grave.

Lori noticed Sam outside her father’s home and decided to talk to him. She reveals that she feels cursed and that she’s the reason that everyone was dying around her while revealing that her father was having an affair with a married woman. She ends up kissing him, which he does kiss her back but Jess runs through his head, forcing him back, informing her that he can’t do this.

Reverend Sorenson watched from the window and went outside to bring her back in but The Hook Man appeared behind him. He stabbed him with his hook and dragged him back inside the house. Sam ends up saving the Reverends life but the next day, the trio were bemused that burning the corpse didn’t stop Jacob from returning.

Mickey revealed that the hook wasn’t buried with him, it was melted down and made into objects for the church. They rushed back to St. Barnabas Church in hopes of melting down the silver and finally putting an end to the Hook Man. When they entered the church, Sam found Lori sitting in a pew alone, crying.

While Sam talked to her, Dean and Mickey rushed around, finding anything silver and burning it. Sam and Lori had an encounter with the Hook Man, which ended up with the Winchester being stabbed in the shoulder. Before the Jacob Karns can kill Lori, the couple showed up, with Dean shooting the ‘invisible man’.

Confused as to why he was still around after they destroyed all the silver, Sam noticed Lori was wearing a silver necklace. ‘A church heirloom her father gave to her when she started school’, she informed them. He immediately ripped it off her neck and handed it to Mickey, knowing she’s the fastest.

Taking off like a bullet from a gun, she ran as fast as she could to the fire they had started. Back with the brothers and Lori, Karns tries to once again kill Lori, finally having her cornered. When he raised his arm, he froze in his spot, his hook began to melt before he disappeared for good. The next morning, Sam had to be patched up in an ambulance, not wanting to go to the Emergency Room.

Lori made sure to thank him for saving her and her father. The couple watched from a distance, wishing Sam could have the happy ending he deserves.

#Supernatural Dean Winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester love story #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x oc #dean winchester x original character #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x original female character #Can't Stop Lovin' You

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bates--boy · 20 days

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

This muse started out as an ask blog, actually! I don't really know what drew me to adult!Peter from the beginning; maybe it's because I really liked underappreciated characters, or maybe I saw how little canon material there was of older Peter versus material for his canon age (which was still very little back in the day.) But I think it was the latter, because it meant that I could shape adult!Peter into any person that I want, which was how my portrayal went from bland, goody two shoes upstanding citizen to a nervous wreck constantly facing a plethora of childhood trauma and trying his best.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I do have rules about not writing rape or incest ships, but it is mostly carried over from my previous rp blogs. In fact, it may be hypocritical of me to even have this rule if you know about the Infamous Fic. I still have reservations about writing this topic, though, because far too many writers and RPers don't treat the subject matter as the horrifying thing that it is, and it's a fetish for some writers, which like... okay, write the rape porn, empty of nuance and trauma or whatever, just do it over there.

I guess another thing I don't like to write is writing against a villain or overpowered character. Over the years, I had sometimes found it to be tedious at best, and unpleasant at worst. Hell, my character canonically is super powerful, and even I don't overdo it. I would never ask a writer of a villain to tone it down, though. It's just one of those things that require curating your dashboard or whatever.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

With that being said, it is wild how much I write Peter getting into arguments or fights. He's a firecracker baby, an asshole of the highest degree, and it's refreshing to find writers who can do a good back and forth, who can write a fight that actually drives the plot and thread forward, and lead to revelations about character motivations beyond "My character is evil, get used to it."

Another thing I like to write is scifi. But I never get my scifi threads. :c

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I mostly start with the canon material and a little bit of history and go from there. Like, "What could possibly go wrong with an immortal child mostly abandoned in a derelict fort in the middle of the sea? How does constantly being kicked out of places that you know you belong in, being ignored by your primary parental figure during your formative years, and being told implicitly that you're no used to anyone after the war, fuck up a child? What skills did Peter develop as he survived in both an abandoned fort and in the middle of a war zone? Where is the breaking point, and how does his reaction to reaching that point change overtime and with shifting motivations?"

Sometimes, it just comes to me.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

It depends on my sensory load. I mostly like listening to music while I write, because it helps me to put in all the emotions I need for a scene to really make it hit. But if I had a sensory overload all day (talking to people, being in bright and overcrowded spaces, etc.) or if the scene in the thread is chill, I just write in silence.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I try to plan as much as possible, and even jot down ideas for a thread, but I mostly wing them.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yeah, I do! Especially unconventional ships. (In fact, one of my old shipping partners and I had our muses having a baby together.) Sadly, my former shipping partners had left the fandom and the RPC, and most of the fandom characters I'm interested in shipping Peter with are not popular, so there aren't any writers to ship with, especially for a character as difficult to love as my canon-divergent Peter.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

In this sphere, I'm known as Droid! In another sphere, I'm known as Decada! I don't know why I chose those names!

ᴀɢᴇ?

Ageless. [knees crack, back aches]

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

[redacted]

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Teal.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Well, I've been singing "Do You Hear the People Sing" for a couple days, now, so it's probably that. Oh, and "Colors" by Coheed and Cambria.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Kon-Tiki (2013)

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Abbott Elementary

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Chocolate Covered Dreams by The Breed

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I'm gonna have to agree with Vera on this one, but I really do love savory stuff.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

I would say Summer because I like going out, being able to walk without needing an umbrella or having to layer, and that's when most events like concerts or parades happen. But, god, the sweat! The fucking sweat! I am a fat fuck and it is unpleasant to sweat in every crevice of my body. So, Autumn.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I used to. The same mun who had written Peter's baby mama. She had also written this adorable and spunky child OC and she and Peter were two peas in a pod! We would gush about how adorable and sweet their dynamic was, and it was heartwarming to see what she had posted about her personal life. (Can you tell that I miss her?)

tagged by: @nezumivc103221 (ay yo, thanks!) tagging: @latvianpoet @the-expatriate @sicilitude @heta-micronomics @gebrochener-adler

#nothin' but static ( ooc )

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kapposuch · 1 year

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Off The Clock

Rex x Detective!reader

warnings: somewhat suggestive, otherwise none!

god I'm so sorry if this is bad. I'm still down like a dog so I wanted to write dumb drabble about my favourite boy. anyway, try to enjoy, feel free to leave some criticism! have a wonderful day <3

The clock ticking behind you on the wall only added undue pressure to the countdown of the end of your shift. Getting through paperwork on the latest cases, despite how simple they were, was a nightmare, and it made you want to crack your skull. But the simple satisfaction that gave you goosebumps whenever you managed to apprehend suspects and learn the true nature of the crimes you investigated always made it worthwhile. As time ticked by, bit by bit, you were rather shocked to hear a knock at your office door. Despite functioning as an on-call detective, you weren't unopposed to the occasional face-to-face visits you'd receive from some of the Coruscanti clones you worked with closely.

Gradually lifting your gaze, you cleared your throat and spoke enough to ensure your visitor heard. "Doors open, go ahead.” With your confirmation, the door crept open to reveal a fully plastid-clad clone, with the comforting 501st blue you were familiar with. With a softened gaze, you placed your holopad down and pushed back from the desk, still sitting comfortably in your swivel chair. The clone pulled his helmet off, remaining stood by the door. He seemed rather nervous to be speaking to you at such an hour, considering it was getting ever closer to your shifts end.

Taking the lead in the interaction, as you often would, you encouraged him to take a seat, eyes boring holes into his as you read his tense expression and glanced to his pursed lips. Something had certainly happened that he wasn’t confident in voicing to a detective aloud.

“What can I do for you today, Captain?” You questioned, crossing one leg over the other to await a response. Once he sat, he finally met your own eyes, and he relaxed. Rex had an affinity for you, and would always come to you with his problems. Not because you were the best detective he knew of, or that you’d been given high praise from your coworkers, which you had; he came to you because he simply enjoyed you. Your appearance, your presence, and your commandeering personality on the job.

“I’ve got a bit of a case for you. Something to do with a situation Fox doesn’t want to handle since its ‘not his jurisdiction’.” He stated, to which you could only laugh. “Ah, so you mean he doesn’t want to handle a homicide?” You teased, sitting forward and flicking through screens on your holopad, before finally coming to a blank one; the soft, blue screen was pushed towards Rex, whilst you sat back once more. “I don’t blame him. They tend to go on for far longer than his men should have to deal with.” You were rather used to dealing with homicide cases, as it happened to be your forte. The nitty gritty crimes were the ones you handled best, due to your ease in disconnecting with the victims themselves. The same couldn't be said when it came to your connection to the man before you.

Rex gave a calm nod as he watched your movements, his chest heaving as you came closer to him as you pushed items across the desk. He scooped up the holopad, writing down several details Fox had passed through him when bumping into one another in the rare occasion the captain had attended the mess hall. At the bottom of the notes he provided, he would leave a note of Fox’s commlink frequency and office number you’d need for the long day tomorrow. “Something to do with the lower levels. There’s someone running around down there killing dealers without question.” His explanation was pretty simple and quaint, easy enough to digest as to not give you too much to think about before your shift ended. He watched as you nodded in response, keeping his eyes trained on your every movement.

The room fell silent for a few moments as the pair of you simply relished in one anothers company. You’d taken quite a liking to the clone Captain, but never voiced it due to your hazy knowledge of the republic not allowing clones any interpersonal relationships. It was a confining rule, one which you wish didn’t exist, but you couldn’t help but begin berating it as you rapped your fingers against your leg.

The action caught Rex’s attention, brown eyes sliding down your form, from your face to your thigh, covered by smart pant legs. A part of his mind wanted to stare past your clothes, and rest his eyes on the soft skin he could see at your hands, though he quickly chased off his indecent thoughts as you spoke.

“It’s so silly that you’re not allowed relationships.”

He was utterly stunned. His chest seemed to heave at your words as he sucked in a breath, fingers curling into the rim of the helmet he held at his side. What kind of question was that? He wasn’t expecting anything like this from someone he held in such high regards. Of course, he suddenly began opening his mind to other possibilities. Did you like him? Were you simply asking out of curiosity?

Mind spinning, he swallowed hard and lifted his gaze to meet your eyes once again. “Republic property, I suppose. The chancellor is scared that we might end up with morals and lose loyalty if we’re interested in others. Doesn’t stop us though.” He simply responded, aiming to sound as relaxed as possible.

You once again shifted in your chair, sitting forward to rest your elbows on the desk. Your palms met your cheeks and held you up as your eyes flickered between his own. You were almost seeking some sort of emotional response, curious to know if he felt the same as you did. There’d always been something about the blonde clone commander that had you absolutely smitten. Perhaps it was the few times you’d bumped into him off the clock and he’d offered to escort you home despite it being minutes away, or maybe when you’d been to 79’s for celebratory drinks with coworkers who wanted to see if they could pick up a clone for a night of fun, despite how they’d deny it to their superiors the next morning and he’d be there, a few drinks in with a sweet smirk gracing his features. It truly suited him.

“Well now that’s not fair for the people who fall in love with clones, is it?” You retorted with a knowing smile, your head tipping to the left ever so slightly.

Once again, Rex felt his chest grow tight, knowing fine well he’d be in heaps of trouble if he acted on his thoughts. Though, at this point, he didn’t particularly know if he cared. You had worked together on a few cases, especially when they involved situations on Coruscant when Fox’s men were busy elsewhere with senate issues. Seeing you analysing his face whilst you spoke was intimidating, but he certainly didn’t mind it. It made expressing his feelings a little easier, especially after a long day of babysitting Skywalker.

“I suppose not, detective.” He retorts, a somewhat amused smirk reaching his lips after he took a moment to think. You then stood up and made your way to the window, drawing the blinds and collapsing the room into a dim, warming environment. Neither of you seemed to mind.

Once you turned to take in the man before you, you took calm steps back to the desk, sitting on the edge of the sturdy wood, closing the gap between the pair of you.

“No need to be so formal, Rex. I off the clock now.” You stated with a soft chuckle, glad to have had a distraction from the paperwork, and a very much welcome one at that. As you got comfortable at the desk, the pair of you locked eyes for a moment, before Rex finally broke away.

You were rather disheartened by the response to the eye contact, but held nothing against him. He wasn’t to blame, especially not with the possibilities of memory wiping looming over his shoulder if he was found to have relations with you. Though, you were surprised to feel a hand reach up and land rather comfortably on your knee.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want others to fall in love with me. Just makes my job more hectic.”

The room fell silent as you both sat in a pool of emotions, seeming to whirlwind around you. There wasn’t much to say, knowing you’d both just about confessed with little to no words, using proximity and a conversation that danced around the words. Though once the ‘dust’ had settled, you lifted your hand to your knee, meeting his own to lace fingers together. With hands that fit together as if it were a key to a lock, you slid from the desk and stepped towards him, confidence blooming in your chest.

Making a stand between his opened legs, you took your free hand to his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet your own. Your eyes glossed over his features, taking note of each crease in his forehead caused by stress and exhaustion, and you loved it. His face told a story without needing his lips, though they certainly helped make the painting perfect.

Hesitant, you leaned down, though hovered just inches away from his face. You didn’t want to pry, and given the moment, it would be difficult for him to escape the situation without you providing an out. This wasn’t at all necessary, as he leaned up to reach you.

Lips meeting lips, a warmth flooded your body that pushed you to lean down further. You leaned into him, hearing a ‘thunk’ of his helmet as it connected with the flood flooring, feeling an arm snake around your waist as you were pulled snug to cool, clean plastid. Your lips moved in sync, passion flowing between one another, before you pulled away, breathless.

With half lidded eyes, Rex looked up at you expectantly, unsure of where to go next. He’d untangled your hands and had shifted his now free one to rest on your hip, whilst you cupped his other cheek.

“Well that wasn’t so bad.” He rasped out, to which you scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in order to emphasise your faux disappointment in remark to your kissing skills.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like me to try again? See if it's any better a second time?”

He just about pounced on you, both hands shifting to your hips to situate you onto his lap, giving him a much better angle. With a somewhat smug expression, he stole your lips once again, intending to have you breathless. You simply couldn’t say no, and you never would.

The night seemed to continue in a constant back and forth of kisses and longing gazes, and who knows what else, but he’d certainly be back to your office more often, even if he didn’t have information for any of your cases. It’s not like you minded, after all.

#the clone wars #oneshot #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x y/n #rex x you #i love this man help me

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helluvapurf · 2 months

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if you're still doing that ship bingo ask, vaggie x charlie (now that the main show has dropped)?

*cracks knuckles*

Alright, I know I "technically" already covered these two in an earlier ask awhile ago... buuuut as far as my updated thoughts are concerned, with S1 of Amazon's Hazbin concluded:

-Now, okay BEFORE the Cha*ggie fans get at me, hear me out! .w.;;

-Like, initially I did find Charlie & Vaggie an adorable lil pair from the initial Hazbin pilot: the tiny, grumpy protector gf (Vaggie) keeping her taller, goofball princess of a gf (Charlie) safe from harm-

Subtly supporting eachother through the aspiring dreams of the Hotel, esp as Vaggie often stays back to "man the fort" as Charlie takes care of other business (esp following into the main-released show)... but through the end of the upcoming Heaven conflicts in S1, working through those bumps in the road to strengthen their bond together 💜

...and yet, at the same time they just sadly dropped off a bit from my OTP-ranks as I kept watching... :( namely from the show keeping Vaggie more-or-less stuck in the "supportive love interest" role (literally all of her main/major musical moments being in-relation to loving & supporting Charlie... with even their later "lover's duet" being essentially borrowed from Charlie & her father's song? .x.;; ). Not to say its always bad to have a love interest-focused character, mind you... but if its to the point that's basically the entirety of spotlight we're gonna get from said character, it doesn't leave much story potential otherwise, y'know? 🤷‍♀️

-Which also leads me to this other point that I... really, reaaaaaally didn't like the whole "Vaggie is a former-exorcist angel" twist, in-relation to how much it threw a wrench into how her & Charlie's dynamic?? ._.

Like, Vaggie... my gal, whyyyyy would you NOT tell Charlie your secret, for all the literal years since you two have been together?? Sure, maybe if it was a case they had only just met/recently started dating, it'd be a different story... but the fact that Charlie spent SO long trying to make her redemption-Hotel dream a reality, confided in Vaggie (+the others) about her struggles w/ her dad Lucifer (aka: an angel), and was just overall such an open, loving & caring figure wanting to give everyone a chance... it just made me disappointed in Vaggie to be so untrusting of her own girlfriend 😔(+esp in letting Adam & Lute essentially walk all over her via-exposing that truth themselves... smh *sighs* 🤦‍♀️)

I could go on, but... yeaaaaah, that's basically about the gist of how I feel regarding Cha*ggie rn. Still a sweet pair on its own accord, and I'll always have my soft spot for it since their initial pilot debuts... but all-in-all, with Vaggie's stilted writing & other plot holes, they're just not a big OTP for me as of late 🤷‍♀️

#hellaverse shipping bingo #hazbin hotel spoilers #(-I guess? tho with the show having been out for a bit atm I guess its safe to post in-show spoilers freely now .3.)

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*cocks gun* Ship’s Haunted

Duuuuuuude okay so my friend @cuppajj has an AU where the Lost Light is a titan and the Shattered Glass version has sparked so much horror art and writing it’s great and I love it here’s my attempt at horror I hope you guys like it this isn’t my forte whatsoever

Ever since the Great Cybertronian War came to an end, there’d been no shortage of ghost sightings all across the galaxy. The spirit of one of the former leaders of Cybertron drifting aimlessly through the halls of his former office. Ghostly, unnatural fog over battlefields, where when you walked through, you could still faintly hear gunfire. The Tetrahex Ripper showing up again in their old territory, but far less deadly than they had been in ages past. Part of a duocon desperately searching for their missing half.

But what there had really been an abundance of in the past few decades were accounts of ghost ships.

You were always a little skeptical about the supernatural, but you found an interest in it regardless. The ghost ships were your favorite thing to research. They weren’t the actual ghosts of ships, of course, but rather old, abandoned ships, drifting through the cosmos with hardly any sign of their crews to be found.

Sometimes the explanation was obvious. One account of hearing the voices of the old passengers of a ship was just the security system malfunctioning, resulting in the audio recordings playing throughout the ship. Another ship was abandoned when the fuel ran out halfway between galaxies, prompting the crew to send out an SOS to pick them up, forgetting to turn it off when they boarded the other ship.

But one day, while you’re sitting in Maccadam’s with your fellow ghost hunting buddies, somebody brings up a peculiar case: the Lost Light.

Rumored to have been under the command of the last Prime, there’d been numerous sightings of the run-down space cruiser drifting around in random parts of the galaxy, but if anyone got too close, it would speed away seemingly completely on its own, not letting anyone board.

One of your friends suggests that maybe some of the old crew is still alive in there, but that’s quickly shot down, since nobody’s seen it dock on a planet to restock food and fuel. You make a joke about how people have said you look like the Prime, so maybe you’d be able to check it out. Everyone laughs. Your friend pays the tab, and you all decide to go see a new horror movie that everyone’s been saying is terrible.

That was about five days ago, and now here you were, staring down the Lost Light itself, your little ship absolutely dwarfed in comparison to it. You take a deep intake, and try to send it a ping: ‘Hello, may I come aboard?’

The only response you get is an uncomfortably long radio silence, before you spot a door opening up to the vehicle bay towards the underside of the ship. Steeling yourself, you drive your tiny ship towards the dock. As you park, you see the door close behind you. No turning back now, you suppose.

As soon as you stepped out into the hangar, you very quickly noticed that it wasn’t completely silent. There was the distant hum of something, perhaps the engines, and the shrill creaking of old metal. You figured the ship wasn’t as structurally sound anymore, and watch where you step as you head further into the great ship.

Even though you’re completely alone, you can’t shake the feeling of something watching you through the cracks in the walls. Was your friend right about some of the old crew still being alive? You call out to see if anyone responds, and your voice echoes through the corridors, remaining completely unanswered.

There’s a total lack of any life in this place. It creeps you out. What you wouldn’t give to see some crude graffiti- any sign that someone still alive had been here before you. It’s clear that you’re the first living bot to set foot on the Lost Light in years.

You come across the laboratory, where two of the greatest scientific minds Cybertron had ever known were rumored to have worked, their old experiments sitting scattered on the lab tables. You ignore what looks at first glance to be their grayed forms sitting intertwined in the corner.

The bar, no doubt once full of music once upon a time, was a mess. Tables and chairs were thrown about all over the room, and there were shards of glass smashed on the floor. Some of the energon bottles behind the bar itself were still full, but you didn’t trust the contents enough to drink them. You take a rest here on one of the barstools, and check your comms to see if anyone sent you any messages.

…why did it seem that you hadn’t received any comms since you boarded the ship?

You decide that after you check out the bridge, you’re getting the hell out of this place. This was far more unsettling than you were comfortable with, frankly.

The creaking of metal got louder as you approached the captain’s quarters. You feel like your spark has jumped up into your throat. Was the captain still alive? There had to be someone in there, still trying to manage the decrepit starship.

You slowly open the door…

#transformers #maccadam #transformers fic #tf fic #transformers idw #transformers au #tf au #lost light #shattered glass #psychological horror my beloved #ft mentions of starscream sunder and overlord #I couldnt help myself

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 20 days

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Saturday Night Live S49E16: Kristen Wiig

How epic was last weekend's episode of SNL?? Wiig is one of the all-time greats, it shouldn’t be a surprise, but you never really know with this show. Sometimes the host’s humor doesn’t gel well with the cast or translate to the audience. Sometimes the energy is just... off.

Wiig's been beloved as a comedian for a long time, but I gained even more appreciation for her after this episode. The sketches she picked, not only did they play to her strengths but also gave other people the opportunity to shine. And her humor is so fluid: she can do loud, physical comedy as well as subtle, niche comedy. Like the secret ingredient to everything, she elevates any dish.

Let’s start with the cameos because IT WAS STACKED. Any of the guests on any given night would have been enough, but she is getting inducted into the “Five-Timers Club”, so the show pulled out all the stops.

It starts off with Paul Rudd and Matt Damon in the audience; cuts to Jon Hamm, Martin Short, Fred Armisen, and (my beloved) Will Forte off to the side; and — as if that wasn't enough — it ends with Ryan Gosling bequeathing her the coveted jacket. JUST BANANAS. Full monologue HERE.

It was reminiscent of her last episode as a cast member, with legend after legend seeing her off.

NOW, ONTO THE SKETCHES:

JUMANJI – Andrew Dismukes is his own person but there’s something about him that reminds me of Forte. His humor is not as unconventional but he has a similar dedication to absurdity. With sheer commitment, he makes a lot of stuff work that really shouldn’t. So it made sense to me that Forte was invited to this sketch—which I can only assume came from the mind of Dismukes.

No offense to the current SNL batch, I like them a lot, but this episode made it apparent that Wiig, Forte, (and also Armisen) are on another level. Wiig, the reigning queen of the batshit lady, set the tone for this bizarre scenario. She made it work. Forte, the ultimate king of 10 to 1 sketches, added credibility to it. I'm trying to imagine it with Heidi Gardner and Mikey Day as placeholders for Wiig and Forte, respectively, and while I could still see it kind of working, I don't know if it would be as memorable.

PILATES (Pre-Tape) – this could should be an actual movie. Wiig as the creepy, high-energy instructor calling everyone "Mamas" cracked me up. Partly because it reminded me of Kaley Cuoco’s irritation with the pet name, which she recently griped about on the Conan Needs a Friend podcast.

SECRETARIES – this sketch wasn’t made for Jon Hamm but it was also made for Jon Hamm. Trudy made her first appearance when Pete Davidson hosted at the start of the season. Gardener carried that sketch the best she could but now she had two aces up her sleeve: Wiig and Hamm. Wiig, as Tootie, dived into the screwball comedy complete with mid-Atlantic accent; while Hamm only needed to revisit his role as Don Draper. I was near tears seeing them at the brink of breaking near the end. Also made me miss seeing them in Bill Hader’s Vincent Price sketches. It's got a similar vibe.

RETIREMENT PARTY – my favorite sketch of the night. This was the closest an alumnus has ever gotten to recreating the mid to late-aughts vibe of SNL, my favorite era. I've not thought about this sketch much or particularly missed it, but when Wiig came out with her oxygen tank, Armisen in his knee-length trousers, and Forte in his Hamilton wig, I was hit with so much joy and nostalgia. Made me realize how much I, as a viewer, took for granted, spoiled with such a wealth of hilarious recurring sketches.

Jason Sudeikis was often the perfect straight man for these sketches, but Day did a good job reacting to all the unhinged guests. I also wonder if he had a hand in writing it as Wiig’s lines sounded like something his character Supercentenarian Mort Fellner would say.

WEEKEND UPDATE – once again, Marcello Hernandez ruled behind the desk, this time as the 4.8 Magnitude Earthquake that recently (very gently) shook New York. He was later joined by Keenan Thompson as the Solar Eclipse. Not the biggest fan of Thompson but I do enjoy his dynamic with Hernandez. Wiig, on the other hand, reprised her favorite character, movie critic Aunt Linda. Her film reviews are always a riot but she had me cackling the moment she referred to Colin as Seth.

GO-KARTS – solid sketch that got me so invested and left me with many questions: What’s the bad thing? Why would it get Daddy drinking again? But mostly, who’s Sheila? Chloe Troast’s reveal off to the side was a nice touch. And the nickname, Big C, had me hollering.

LA MAISON DU BANG! – this was the sort of sketch Wiig used to do a lot with Maya Rudolph and Amy Poehler back in the day and while I enjoyed seeing how much fun they were having, it was never something I got overly excited about. But seeing a version of it reborn was a delight. Molly Kearney leaping into frame with a saxophone was a welcome surprise. Reminiscent of Sudeikis’ tracksuit-wearing dancer in What Up With That?.

The musical guest, Raye, also killed it. She's like Amy Winehouse reincarnate. She sang barefoot at one point and I loved that tiny detail.

Links to her incredible performances HERE and HERE.

Fantastic show, all around. Best of the season, so far.

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