#and like giving him instructions

[goldeneyedgirl]

AILess Whumptober Day 1: Drugged/Poisoned

Happy October!

And with October comes the beloved fic event: Whumptober. I'll be working through some of the @ailesswhumptober prompts this October. Some of them will be Planned and Thoughtful. Others will be random rambling little bits of nonsense for fun and enrichment.

How many I get done is unknown because I also have schoolwork, so we'll just see.

First up is Drugged/Poisoned, set in Hybrid-verse. No idea if this will become canon to that fic, we're just here to have a good time right now.

raw (day 1: poisoned/drugged).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, hybrid-verse. no warnings.

The building is dark and cold, and very, very quiet now that the power is off. It’s not a large building, but large enough that he needs to find Alice immediately and get her out. They don’t know enough about who this person is and what they want with her to take any extra time. Rose took down the wifi and any backup cameras when she shut off the power, so there’s zero chance of witnesses.

She’s in the room just at the junction of the building; the door is double-bolted and it takes no effect just to break the lock at the hinge and step through.

It’s a grey cinder-block of a room with a fine layer of filth - dust, dirt, dead flies and debris - on all the surfaces. There’s a rusted metal chair in one corner, and an ancient cot with a split, rotting mattress half-on it.

Alice is there on the cot, with her back to him; her shirt is torn open and he can see her spine and the wide bruises that has bloomed against her skin.

And she’s not moving.

Jasper’s never moved so fast in his life. She’s still alive; he can hear her sluggish heartbeat if he listens carefully. But he’s never see his girl so still; even asleep, she twitches and wriggles and moves around.

“Alice? Alice?”

He’s too rough when he grabs her shoulder he realizes as he rolls her over; there’ll be a bruise and he immediately hates himself. But she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t make any sound or indication that he’s hurt her, or that she felt it.

She’s unconscious and utterly limp, but the state she’s in… it’s almost hard to look at her. Around her mouth is blistering, raw and red; there bruises across her face and cheeks in various stages of healing. There’s an angry cut so close to her eye that it makes Jasper feel oddly sick. She looks so fragile and broken, and he needs her to wake up so he can fix this. Everything will be fine if she wakes up; she’ll tell him what to do, where it hurts.

“Alice,” he says quietly, pushing his gift against her, trying to trigger her into stirring. Anything. He just needs one indication that she’s with him, that they can get past this. He doesn’t know a goddamn thing about first aid, about a medical emergency.

(Even worrying about her for the last week and a half… he thought he’d covered every possibly scenario but now he’s facing this, he’s realizing a whole new world of terror and horror that he never considered.)

“It’s gonna be okay, Alice,” he murmurs, as if he’s not trying to reassure both of them. She’s so clammy, even in just a torn t-shirt and a thin skirt with the cold of the building.

That’s when he notices the vomit; foamy and unnatural, stuck all over one side of her face and the mattress, with faint pink streaks of blood - the scent blotted out by something sharp and caustic.

He’s not sure if Alice has been poisoned or drugged, but either way, alarm bells are going off in his head. He’s out of his depth; a few bruises and cuts he can deal with. But this… this isn’t right. This is something much bigger and scarier than he anticipated.

(He was the one that insisted he go alone, that the rest of them wait at the cabin. That it would be faster, less detectable if he was by himself. And now he’s here with no way of calling for help, for advice. He’s alone and Alice is clearly hurting and he’s got a 30 mile run with her - in sheets of ice-cold rain - to manage and he doesn’t know what to do.)

There’s a reeking blanket on the floor, but it’ll do. He wraps her in his sweatshirt before the blanket; she might be clammy now, but the rain is icy and some vague voice in his brain that the shock of cold is a bad thing. He needs to hold her head up too; if she vomits again, she might choke.

Her heartbeat and her breathing are both sluggish, the raspy puff against her lips ominous. She needs Carlisle now. She needs everything he can throw at her, every medication and tincture and aid. She’s so fucking thin, and he carefully crossing her arms over her chest before he wraps her in the blanket so that there’s no risk of injury because he’s going to run so very, very fast…

Whoever, whatever did this to her - stole her from her family and trapped her in this place and poisoned her and left her alone in the dark - are going to have to look him in the eye and beg for mercy, spill out every single plan and motivation, before he lets their pain stop.

And even then, their life is the price they’ll pay for laying a single finger in malice on her. He cannot let them walk free for this.

Their departure from the building is swift and efficient; he is no longer trying to be quiet or unseen. If there is anything left to track him, to record his presence, he no longer cares. Let them come, let them confront him.

As they reach the outside, he looks down at Alice, her face grey against the black of his sweatshirt. But she is no worse, and that is enough. But before he ventures back into the rain, he tucks the blanket around her face to protect it.

And then he runs.

(He’s never had anyone that he loved who could get hurt in such a way. Who could be broken like this. He traps the panic right down, to deal with later. He needs to stay calm, he needs to think clearly. They need to get home, to Carlisle and Rose, so she can get medical attention. And then he’ll call her family, let them know she’s been found. After that, that’s when he can fall apart and let the fear and panic devour him.)

(She’ll be okay. She has to be.)

#AIlessWhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober prompt 1: drugged/poisoned/sick #my fic: whumptober2023 #jalice #alice cullen #jasper hale #human/vampire au #jasper expecting alice to be wounded but mad #and like giving him instructions #nothing scares him more than alice unconscious because there's no one to boss him around #my fic: hybrid

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Advanced Interrogation Technique: Dog

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #JC is like a disney princess in the sense he always has some cute creature trotting nearby and available to assist him #he is *not* like a disney princess in the sense he tries to do murder and torture. #Even though some of those girlies really deserve to do a little killing and tormenting as a treat #Mulan may not count because she's not a princess but she canonically does kill. So she's winning #Anyhow. JC. He gives off 'melodious voice vibes and I'll die on that hill. Sadly he's not beautiful on the inside. #Animals love him! Women fear him. #BTW while you've been reading these tags...wwx has been suffocating under a pile of wiggly fluff #Oh no he's not moving. Oh Jin Ling picked up the dog? Jin Ling returns the favour of saving his- ? #oh no Jin Ling is giving his uncle instructions on how to better perform puppy interrogation. They are bonding. #wwx is passed out and they're *bonding*

[ghouljams]

Alright more Demon!Darlings Au because I was thinking about it at the airport and typed this out while I was at the bar. Waiting. For 5 hours... Ghost’s demon’s name, a little bit of their magic, and a lot of me just vibing.

"Die, you there?" Ghost asks aloud, pressing his finger to his mic out of habit.

"Always," your voice hums by his ear, as clear as if you were next to him, you might be, he hasn't really figured out how this works, "what do you need?"

"Need a count on hostiles in the area."

"Parameters?"

"Hundred meter radius," he presses his back to the wall and waits, he's getting used to this. The loss of pressure on his chest when you leave, the warmth of your return.

"Four count 25 meters ahead, another six 50 meters to your right and zero behind," you pause, "nice work on that by the way."

"Thanks," Ghost checks his mag, crouches to grab the spare you offer from his shadow.

"Want me to drop 'em?"

"Negative."

"You never let me have any fun," he can hear you pouting, "what's the point of having a demon if you never let them do anything demonic?"

"Didn't ask you to tag along, you can shove off back to hell any time." Ghost nods, satisfied with his weapons check and lifts his gun to the ready, pushing off the wall to continue his sweep. You're more than happy to keep your thoughts on that little remark to yourself. Plenty of soldiers would love to have a demon, just because he's perpetually woken up on the wrong side of the bed…

"On your left," you whisper, watching Ghost turn and execute the target with brutal efficiency. Aw, you can't stay mad at him. "Stellar work LT, must have a guardian angel."

"Pushing it," he grumps, unloading the life from another two combatants as he moves closer to target.

You get the memo, less talky, more helping him keep his head. You wonder if any other demons have to deal with this or if you just got assigned to a particularly difficult human. Well, you eye his soul, human might be pushing it.

You whisp ahead, stretching out through the shadows to feel out positions and not to kill anyone, a real misuse of your power honestly, before reporting back to Ghost. He touches his mic whenever he talks to you, it's funny. Like you're going to talk over comms and not directly to him. You keep eyes on him, collecting unused ammunition from corpses and handing it up to him from the shadows whenever he reaches for it. It’s easy work if a waste of your talents.

But if this is how he wants to do things, you’re not going to disagree. You can give him shit for it all you want but at the end of the day he’s technically in command. You wonder if other demons have this much trouble with their summoners. You barely managed to tell him your name before he seemed completely uninterested in you. Now you felt like you were just a glorified UAV in his eyes. Hardly a decent prize for a man of his caliber. You’re sure he feels the same way.

Maybe he’s disappointed in you? Maybe he was expecting a different sort of demon, something less specialized? Maybe he wanted a hell hound or one of those idiots from the all brawn no brain division. He’s practically starving you of your purpose.

Your distraction has consequences. A lone man jumping from a shadowing hiding spot to attach Ghost from behind. You feel him as soon as his feet hit the floor, already vibrating on the edge of violent impact. This is what you’re made for.

Ghost is just a moment too slow, the enemy combatant already halfway towards bashing his skull with the butt of their rifle. Thankfully you have no problem with reaction times. Flicking your wrist to direct you magic, and Ghost’s shadow to do the one thing you’re best at. A long needle of inky shadow pierces through their neck straight through the back of their skull. The man chokes and gurgles blood, dropping his gun to claw and grasp at your construct. Ghost has his knife drawn, you imagine it was with the intent to enact a similar violence. He glances down at the blade, your eyes blinking back at him curiously through the reflection on metal. 

“What else can you do?” He asks, professional curiosity coloring his tone more than he’d care to admit. You feel your lips curl into a grin. You’d been hoping he’d ask.

#demon!Darling au #oc: Die #in my head she sounds like Maria from bullet train #just a calming voice in Ghost's ear/head giving him directions #Ghost feed your damn demon can't you see she's starving with bloodlust? #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost x reader #x reader #although not much romance here #they're just getting used to each other #Ghost thinks Die is a shitty consulation prize for killing so many people but it's only because he didn't read the instruction manual #Soap also doesn't read the manual but at least he listens when his demon yells at him #Konig surprisingly did read the manual and is very efficient with his demon

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #and now a bit of angst as a treat : #soap goes on his mission and doesn't return - ghost immediately goes to look for him and only finds traces of a struggle #then price receives a bloody earring and instructions to give out state secrets in exchange for soap #ghost goes ballistic - price doesn't deal with terrorists but has to make them believe he does to gain some time #they need to find where they keep soap - when they eventually manage to rescue him he's in a pretty bad shape and cries when he sees ghost #he looks like he hasn't slept since he was taken and his lobe is covered in dried blood where his captors ripped the earring from it #he sobs in ghost's arms that he lost it #that ghost had given him something so precious and he wasn't able to keep it and ghost knows that it's only because he's been tortured and #sleep deprived but it still breaks his heart & he doesn't know what to do and how to make soap understand that he loves him no matter what #johnny needs a medic and fluids and sleep and stitches and a cast but he can't bring himself to let him go so he just carries him #and doesn't let him go until he absolutely has to even as soap falls asleep on the way back and even as the others look at him with a look #on their face - it doesn't matter anyway soon he'll be simon mactavish and everyone will know #as he's waiting at soap's bedside watching him sleep price comes in and gives him the earring - it's been cleaned and looks good as new #then price asks him if he's invited and after a minute of ghost looking at him with wide eyes he eventually nods #'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man' #and price gently punches him in the shoulder #'you have to stop calling me old the recruits are convinced I'm like 50' #and ghost smiles for the first time in a week - he won't stop though - not until he convinces the recruits that price is at least 60

[lollytea]

I think its very cute how a lot of Coven Scouts seem to not only respect Hunter but genuinely like him, probably because he was one of the few superiors who was actually nice to them. Compare it to his relationship with most of the Coven Heads, who shunned him and found him annoying.

Only a few years prior, Hunter was a scout himself. He sorta shot up in rank very suddenly when he became the Golden Guard. So maybe that factors in to the treatment he received from both sides.

Coven Heads do not have the highest opinion of scouts. They just kinda exist to boss around and carry out dirty work. So with Hunter basically being a glorified scout, along with a teenager and a nepotism baby, they saw no reason to show him any respect.

But the scouts themselves were like "That's our boy!! We go way back. We were put on the same mountain during training. Good times. Anyway look at him being a big shot now!! Yes Mr Golden Guard Sir, if you need scouts for a mission, you know we got your back!!" And seeing as Hunter was once in their position, probably knew most of their names and actually saw them as people rather than tools, it simply didn't occur to him to not treat them with some decency.

#i find it funny how two different scouts have called hunter dude like its no big deal #like theyre so comfortable around him #he definitely used the Superior Officer Persona when he was giving them orders/instructions #but he was bored and lonely and extremely talkative. So you know he was casually chitchatting with them at least some of the time #they liked him. he was a nice boss

[puptoy]

Being a Good Toy

I already had an oral fixation but the hypnosis has rly helped me be the dumbest sluttiest little cum-licking cockpet I can be! I love when he rubs his big perfect cock on my face and strokes it while I lap n worship his heavy breeder balls. I swear his sweat smells better when he's turned on... Every so often he gets a good grip on my hair and stuffs my mouth full, making me suck n gag n drool, trying my best to fit it in my throat even though we both know it's too big for me. He's a little sadistic like that... he likes to watch me struggle to take it.

I love how easy it is to let all my other thoughts drain away and just let him fill me up. Sucking and slurping and giggling when he smacks his drool-wet dick against my cheek, dragging it over my face just to make me look like a messy toy. I love it when he shows me my place: underneath him, licking his big cock and begging to swallow his cum. I love when he makes me call myself names, just to see how much I'll humiliate myself to please him: dumb cunt, bitchboy, fucktoy.

Yes, yes, yes. Last time he visited, I remember him using me to jerk off like that one morning... I wear a mask to bed, so I was still blindfolded and half-asleep when we started snuggling... he gripped my hips and rutted against my ass, getting all worked up until he just had to use me. I was soooo sleepy but even as I woke up a little more, my head was totally blank. My whole existence narrowed down to be a good toy, be a good toy...

When he tells me he's close, I know it's time to open my mouth and show him my tongue. Beg for it. Please cum inside, let me, please, cum in my mouth, I need it. I dunno if I was always such a cumslut, but I'm not just pretending 'cause I think it would be hot to want cum in my mouth. I really, really, really want it! Want him to grab my hair and fill my mouth with his cockhead, hurrying 'cause he doesn't wanna spill a drop outside. Wanna hear him sigh and feel him pulse on my tongue, gently suckle 'till I've got all the aftershocks. I show him all the cum on my tongue before I swallow and he praises me. Good puppy. There's my favorite toy...

#i luv being a toy #gonna eat dinner n then im gonna listen to some new hypno training audios and get even subbier #specifically found some that instruct you to be obedient to ur partner #which i like #i think it would work even better if it was his voice but hes a busy man #mp3s just give his puppy a lil training on his behalf #im sleepy n i wanna be a brainless cocksleeve 2night #hypnok1nk #me and him #dumbification #bd/sm toy #nblm nsft #tw somno #just in case? cuz half asleep

[pushing500]

Everybody, meet Baby Kaznove or, as he will henceforth be known, Baby Ro! He's very small and orange, and I love him to pieces. I was more than a little unnerved to discover that Impid babies are born with horns (their poor mothers!!), but both Fafo and Ro are doing well.

Doing not-so-well are these random beggar children who showed up to ask for thirty-nine units of medicine, which made a substantial dent in my medicine supply, but I'm willing to use herbal medicine for a little while. It's for the Greater Good and all that.

The two newest colonists (besides Baby Ro) are settling in very well and are taking up roles as teachers and mentors, apparently. I still don't like Boomer, and I am about 95% certain that Eva is a mime. She eats 5-7 meals a day!! I'm considering nicknaming her 'Tarrare' until she inevitably reveals herself as a terrible shapeshifting monstrosity and starts trying to eat my colonists.

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Animist Alliance #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #Baby Ro is so cute #I love him so much #His name was the second one on the random name generator #The first suggestion was- oddly enough- Fovnath #That's Fafo's maiden name #It would have been kind of cute I guess #But I like Ro better #I'm tempted to swap Eva/Tarrare to a nutrient paste diet #She is ploughing through my stockpile of meals faster than I can replenish them #Also Boomer is giving me extreme con-man vibes #I don't trust him for a second #Encouraging my sweet little child soldier to violate the OSHA rules and play with equipment he hasn't been instructed to use! #The audacity!! #Anyway hope you all get some excellent vibes this week #I love you have a good day!! <3

[tin-can-iron-man]

I just. I love my dad so much guys

#MAN OF ALL TIME he's so fuckin rad #he came over to help me set up my desktop (got a pc btw) and funniest man in existence here he touched my desk saw it wobble and went ''NO' #came back with his tools and an office chair for me because he saw the chair I was gonna use and went :/ #this man brought over an ENTIRE TOOLBOX just for me because I cannot for the life of me find where the old one went and just. fixed the des #that I had been struggling with for about eight months at this point. in like twenty minutes. and then set up my desktop for me #he also brought over a webcam and microphone without any sort of promoting just because he knows I do discord calls with my friends and gf #also I dug out the instructions for the desk and before I could even hand him the paper he was like ''so this is how we fix this'' #and then fixed it and was like ''yeah you did that wrong but you were close'' #and then was like ''dont buy furniture and stuff without letting me know first what you want I'll keep an eye out'' #and I was laughing being like ''I didn't want to come to you every time I need something because I want you to see me as independent'' #and he went ''you live by yourself of course I see you as independent'' and my bitches the way I almost cried right there #just. idk something something the way my families love languages have always been acts of service and gift giving #and my dad insisting I should rely on him more and giving me stuff I wanted but don't have without EVER TELLING HIM I wanted said things #just. my dad is so cool guys #sorry I saw my computer set up vibing on my desk and got completely overwhelmed #ignore me #not marvel related

[cohborikardok]

so it turns out the reason timothy zahn completely wrote obi wan’s force ghost out of the story within the first 5 pages of heir to the empire is because otherwise he would have written obi wan giving luke step-by-step instructions on how to find and defeat c’baoth

#i’m reading allegiances right now and it’s SO FUNNY #like it’s like a tutorial for a video game how much instruction obi wan is giving like #like literally he tells him exactly what to look for and then what codes to use and then advises him on which weapon to select #sw #sw legends #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker

[groves]

literally the best thing about joel and ellie is they’re both batshit fucking insane actually

#this 14yo giving her dying father figure a knife and firmly instructing him to fucking kill anyone who walks through the door #and joel stealth ramboing a random guy straight through the neck while actively bleeding out #just bc she told him to #like a pair of local feral cats that i'm gonna feed every day #tlou hbo

[tomwambsgans]

everyone (except tom) always putting greg on the task of spying but they tell him he's doing something nice bc they think he needs to be manipulated to do it, and/or that greg will just fail at whatever he's actually instructed to do

#tom doesn't treat greg like a kid. he gives him real instructions :) #greg hirsch #1x8 prague #tailgate party #mine

[mwagneto]

the only thing i hate more than ppl who lie is ppl who lie in a way that forces you to go along with it like ohhhmy fucking god do whatever the fuck you want if it's only yourself you're embarrassing but why would you bring ME into this. lord

#just tell the fucking truth!!!!! it's always so fucking obvious too like omg 😭😭 shutthe fuck up #anyway guess who has to make like 5 extra trips across budapest coz their father is insane (me) #no reason!!! no reason whatsoever!!!!! literally could've just told the truth!!!!!! #him and another man both expect me to lie to a bunch of people but they're also #lying to EACH OTHER and i know they're lying and they know i know but they dont know the other's lying #AND FOR FUCKING WHAT!!! YOU COULD JUST BE HONEST. IT'S SO EASY. #i literally dont give a shit if it's just his lies he's a /redacted/ it's literally his job to lie. BUT LEAVE ME OUTTT OMGGG fuck #also they didnt explain to me that I'd have to lie and then got mad at me for not lying. LIKE GIRL . WHAT ♥ #ended up calling other guy's secretary coz i literally had noone else to talk to abt it and i was abt to have like a #full nervous breakdown in a public square. poor woman #she was very nice tho. thankfully coz that would've been the last straw for real #barking #also i tried soooo hard to get clear instructions from either of them and neither of them told me Anything #LIKE BRO IM GONNA BLOW UP. TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TO DO. STEP BY STEP

[rowanthestrange]

one minute of silly puppy playing with and teething on his nylabone, to the background restaurant noise of a silent travelvlogger (to get him used to the television and different kinds of ambient sounds).

#rescue pup #cody #the inability to take him out #(waiting for last vaccine) #((and a behaviour expert tbh)) #doesn’t need to stop all socialisation skill training #he’s started clicker training today #to help with general behaviour and barking #which he’s taking to like a duck to water #smart cookie #and we’ve contacted an expert who’s going to make room #to give him some private instruction #and introduce him to other dogs #(which he may not have had or has had bad experiences) #(we can’t know so are playing it safe) #starting with her own known puppy-safe ones #luckily he’s smart by other dog standards #but not brigsy’s #i.e. we can just treat him #and he doesn’t understand it’s bribery #or at least not yet #so we’re just going all in on positive reinforcement #and risking fatting him #cus we can lose weight later #but we can’t get this critical learning time back #14 weeks is a very formative brain age

[quietwingsinthesky]

pre-canon spn to me is just Azazel having to show up to parent John’s kids for him so they don’t die a la the Maleficent movie until he starts feeling partial towards Sammy as his favorite of the special children

#spn #Azazel spn #I just like scenarios in which Azazel is stuck being sam & Dean’s weird Other Dad #he did not come here with the intention of getting this involved but here he is anyway #like to be clear I mean this in both the funny hijinks way of ‘ancient evil being has to deal with the mundane reality of childcare’ #but I do also mean this in an evil ‘Azazel slowly insinuates himself into their lives in a way that is weirdly protective in the way that #someone would guard an expensive painting they bought. or an exotic pet.’ way #you know. sure he’ll possess a maid and stock the cupboards of their motel room with food. #he’ll also possess a cps agent long enough for John to smuggle the boys out of town so that they aren’t separated from him. #he picks out Sam’s prom date and specifically instructs the demon to make sure Sam has a fantastic time and he does and that makes it worse #when he can’t be there to watch them he has Meg on guard dog duty #John chases Azazel across the country. Azazel is right under his nose possessing some old lady who gives Sam & Dean bread to feed the ducks. #do you see my vision. do you see it. he’s always There #creepy fucker. I love him. I will make him do more fucked up things. <3

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

If Derrick eckart had decided to court og Penelope, how do you think he would go about it? Your headcanons please🧐🤨

#death is the only ending for the villainess #answered asks #derrick x penelope #I will think of headcanons but I can't promise that it'll lead to any results (>_<) #it's mainly gift giving and granting her basic human rights while blocking every other path that leads away from him #maybe he gives her a taste of power by letting her punish the maids knowing it'll only worsen her reputation among other nobles #he covers for her sometimes and in exchange expects her not to tell on him as well #giving her the feeling that they are sorta partners in crime #if he were to court her seriously he'd stick to the instructions of a victorian dating guide for gentlemen #like a straight A student who wants to get full marks in everything #it'd lack personality #what are your headcanons? 👀

[sidheboggle]

This might sound mean but idk when I see posts about communication on this site I'm super skeptical. Like half of this site is autistic/has adhd and so I feel like half the time what's actually happening is "people in my life are straight up telling me what they need or want but I either can't understand it, can't meet that need or just don't want to so it's probably a communication issue on THEIR end. Time to make 50 posts on how I can't mind read" meanwhile their partner or friend is crying and just wants a hug and they can't just like. Do that without being told and so it feels like a cosmic guessing game and people expecting telekinesis when it's just basic relationship shit. Just an observation

#ramblings #trying not to come off as one of those ''disability is no excuse to have a disability'' people #I'm just curious how much mental health advice on this site is like. based on the fact that many people...can't intuitively like #just care for other people. to me a friend crying and giving comfort is just what you do even if you don't feel their pain #like. one time I was crying over the cat and the stress of everything and not once did my bf think to get off his ass and give me a hug #which fair. I didn't tell him to. but like. is it...that hard to actually do that without an instruction manual on how to care for others #especially when I hug him or do the same when he's stressed or sad and he likes it lol #idk it just clicks with me when I see posts about relationships on here and I'm like. I wonder how much effort you put into doing the same