#phycho pass

[effei-s]

a timeless classic.

#the ogs #kogishima #phycho pass #pp #kogami shinya #shogo makishima

[marumeri]

 my first robotic arm character was  “Tomomi Masaoka “

he is a character of the phycho-pass 

I love him so much because, he’s birth day is very near my birth day and he likes alcohol and painting  so that very similar to me!

but his voice acted was pass away few years later 😭💧 that shock for me

#daddy #robotic arm #phycho-pass #pixel illustration

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Could you talk a bit about Matthew and Alfred relationship? Our boys need love too

The lads! The fellas! The absolute units!

Bear with me here I wanna give a little bit of a context and a personal explanation as to why I'm really fascinated with these two countries in general.

If there is one nationfolk relationship that comes as close to pure and friendly as it possibly can, it would be the Us-Can one. Of course, it has major problems and unavoidable disputes. But let me tell you, as a balkan, ex-yugoslav cretin, I cannot help but be intriqued with the way these two comunicate. They make fun of eachother sure, they have disputes and squables, sometimes outright clashes, but when there is crisis in the US for example, all I hear is Americans straight up saying "ok well time to move to Canada". It's fascinating to me! As a Croat who, after returning from Serbia from a 3 day trip, brought home souveniers (key chains mostly, with the Serbian flag) I was yelled at by my dad who afterwards didn't talk to me for a few days. All because I dared to bring this enemy countrys flag into our home. Now, I was born in 1999. I have no connection to the war 8 years prior. No excusable, personal vandetta. But still it' s very much acceptable to hate so strongly. And even if it wasn't 8 years that passed, but 80, there still would be a widely accepted resentment. But alas, I am not talking about people, cus frankly people are just people. Alliances and relations between countries are another thing. Imagine sharing a huge fucken border with another country and being friends. My euro brain is imploding. Uncomprehensible.

Now I do understand the US is often described as a bit of a phycho, and frankly Canada is an expert at dealing with the phycho. Kudos. Keep the yanks from whipping out their home protection assault rifles and unleashing hell fire is risky shit. Canada manages tho. What I'm really interested in is the USA's view of Canada. They aren't a threat. They aren't suspicious. They are a force to be reckoned with tho, but they are friends. If there is one ally the USA can rely on its the maple sucking french/anglo bastards up north. So much history in such a short time. Fascinating.

To relate this to the bros, I think these two understand eachother better than most. Matt is quiet, obsetvand and passive (mostly), while his unit of a brother is loud, idealistic and prone to thinking the world owes him time on the world stage. And it works. Matt is the one to talk to his brother in a way that gets Alfred to listen. H speaks Alfreds language and can communicate with him freely. I think that that is a skill and in the modern era, a privilage that not many have. Not many dare to tell Alfred to his face that he fucked up majorly, but Matt can. He knows he can. Alfred knows he can. So he does. Matt can pull his brother aside after an outburst, and for the lack of a better word, humble him.

Alfred respects his brothers oppinion more then other nations'. He went from seeing Matt as a weak, self-pitying and ambitionless dominion, to accepting his views, ideas and even asking his oppinion on certain matters. I like to draw a parallel here. Matt had to sacrifice everything and himself to have Arthur call him into the war room and ask Matthew for his oppinion. Alfred is not much different. It takes time for Matthews voice to be heard, but when the time comes, it's desperately needed.

Alfred tho, is and always will be Alfred. And if somthing else catches his attention, he will ignore the house on fire across the street. He is prone to isolation and ignoring his brother for extended periods of time, just sending him a tiktok every month or so. That being the only indication to Matt that his brother is alive. Alfred has so much shit going on and his 13 braincells have to spread evenly across to cover it all. His brother is a constant in his life, stable and therefore forgotten.

That being said, I don't think there is another person on Earth Alfred loves more than his brother. Showing it is not something he ever learned tho. He knows he cannot buy his way into showing his love for Matt, so with his lack skills of other forms of love expressions, he does nothing.

As for Matt, he checks up on Alfred as much as he can. His history and past have tought him to expect nothing form the people he loves. So he doesn't. He knows Alfred is his closest ally and best friend, but doesn't ask for anything Alfred himself isn't giving. He is a person who waits to be asked to hang out on Saturday instead of asking his friends himself.

So while almost all I talked about is sad and somewhat negative, I do think the bond and conversations these two share are one of the most honest and true expressions of brotherly love. And by god I usually don't use the world love when describing nation-folk relationships, but in this case there isn't a replacement.

sorry for the personal shit and Alfred slander, I love him.

#sorry for the long post #im hungover #eating doritos and smoking cigs #hetalia #hws america #hws canada #ask meli #meli speaks #my headcanons

[x-heesy]

FЯΞДҜ ЩIΓH MΞ

Little bitch, yeah that's you.

Heard you got hooked up with a little

Bit of fame, well kid I got some bad news.

You fly like a plane?

I'll crash you.

Run your motor mouth, bitch I'll smack you.

I'll go apeshit on your whack tunes.

Throw my shit, bang on my chest like a baboon.

What ya'll want a black jew that rap, sings and acts too?

Fuck that gay shit pass through, and ya'll fags faker than statues.

Schooling haters, this my classroom.

Bitch, your mixtape is shittier than a bathroom.

Fuck ya'll and ya'll values.

Chug a vodka and pop a valium.

That'll do, Salute what I say.

Radeks just here to polute your mindframe.

So loose your psyche.

Who can I thank?

Every hater talking shit on music I make.

Might loose it, I think.

You can kindly, suck my dick till it shoots it's slimy.

I'm a brute come fight me.

Stomping out you bitches with my

Fresh pair of kicks, you can bite my nikes.

You bettter than me bitch?

That's unlikely.

Are you psycho?

I might be slighty.

Been impatient for the future, so I might just timeleap.

But I'm feeling like a god bitch, I'm bruce almighty.

I need a lobotomy, my mind is freighting.

Underground bitch but its time for rising.

Independent shit no time for signing.

Fuck your whining bitch, I couldn't give a fuck if you like me.

Fuck, who is this?

I think I'm losin it.

Where the weed at?

I could use a hit.

God dammit bitch, RADEK is a lunatic.

I'm a Lunatic, God dammit I'm a lunatic, God dammit I'm a (

SCRATCHES)

You a phycho, fuck you bitch I know.

Where the fuck did my mind go?

I'm on a tight rope with a blind fold.

Running mainstage, you a sideshow.

Bitch You ain't big shit, you a silo.

A faggot actin on a script wit a typo.

You all used up and recycled.

Oh my god, grab your bibles.

Dial all your friends and rivals.

RADEK's here and he's comming for the title.

Bitch I been doing all this shit with my eyes closed.

Stab a rapper leave him with a knife hole,

Then I'm dancin on the corpse all prideful.

Not Homicidal, its survival.

Fuck beast, motherfucker I'm primal.

I know, I embrase the hate.

Killing motherfuckers I erase the fake.

And I wake n bake cause I hate today.

Screaming fuck this stupid earth bitch I hate this place.

You's a waste a space.

Cookie cut out mundane and plane,

I'll be slicing at your wrists with a razor blade.

Fill a bucket full of blood as I drain

Your veins, you can't contain insane ahh.

You gotta train your brain,

If you aimin at the fame you gotta change your lane.

Player play the game.

And If a hate want beef,

Then you smack his fucking face with a plate of steak.

Gotta gank the snakes.

I'm a hungry motherfucker finna take the cake.

Ain't a slumber party bitch so stay awake.

Whack rappers gonna die and RADEK

Flying for the top for your place on stage.

LUNATIC by RADEK

@bethanythestrange @ro3000 @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20 @seanisnothing 😜🤪🍭

#im freaking the fuck out #gif mood board #mood in between #2/2024 #track of the day #freak nasty #nasty beats #sick beats #radek #Rap #rapper #SwaG #SwaG attack #bouncer #x-heesy #fucking favorite #music #lunatic #on and on and on and ​on and on and on and #now playing #spotify #music and art

[lucidink]

My entry to the Phycho-pass Zine, In Time! Somehow I got to snag S1 Kogami for my entry, and was teamed up with the lovely @oatbrew!!! PLEASE read her fic if you somehow haven’t yet, it’s so well done and technically(?) matches up with the pic!

I haven’t painted backgrounds since uni, so it was a welcome challenge! Also I’m not sure how I forgot to post my entry for this long on my tumblr LOL... I hope you enjoyed the zine, and PP providence!!!

#shinya kogami #shinya kougami #psycho-pass #psychopass #psycho-pass 10th anniversary #psycho pass 10th anniversary zine #lucidink #tarogatchi #I hope I did him justice...LOL get it

[bee-does-things]

Very infrequently does a piece of media make me emotional enough to cry, but wow does Phycho Pass hurt me. Episode 21, how could you betray me like this?

#Ginoza deserved better and so did his dad #Mel talks #phycho pass

[boomboomjaz]

Question?

Am I supposed to be simping for anyone in Psycho Pass?

Cause I’m making considerations🥴

#watching phycho pass with jazz

[naminightrain]

Father and son

#ginoza nobuchika #tomomi masaoka #phycho-pass

[adam-brooks]

My shoe laces were untied. My body swaying with every move of the bus I was in, as I stared at the floor with my head in my hands ...I had noticed my shoe laces were untied. I was on my way back home in Minneapolis's finest lost souls distribution vehicles and I wasnt sure how long I had been away this time. My phone was gone. That was going to be a great story to tell my parents. Yeah ma, I got my ass beat by a group of homeless natives. Can ya get me a new one?

You see, they said something along the lines of "faggot junkie" and I hit one across the head with my skate board. All hell broke lose after that. I got my ass handed to me in the middle of the street while other "faggot junkies" stumbled by like zombies.

And all the while I welcomed it. It was white hot shots of pain exploding behind my eyelids and I needed that. Danny was there. He jumped in and didn't let me go down alone. But he wasnt here now. Where was he? He left the block with some pregnant chick. I had phycho tits Wendy and I was higher than I had ever been in my life. It was the meth. And the pills. And I'm sure the ecstasy had a part to play. I fucked her in an empty apartment building, on the second floor. It was freezing but I couldnt feel it. It was disgusting, abusive.

She was gone too. Or rather I was gone since I left her there. She always finds her way home. We all do. We converge in this cess pool of shit, dirt and despair like it's a vacation. Most of those people dont get to escape that hell. And we flock willingly to take that taste just to go home once we have our fill.

The ride is taking too long. Im coming down hard and I need sleep. I sit back and look out the window, watching the scenery pass as I feel myself get sicker. A block away, thats good.

It stops roughly, my insides bouncing around and I feel a wretch coming on. I exit quickly and puke in a trash can. It doesnt make me feel better and I start to stagger home. Three more blocks. I sit on the curb half way there. I feel like shit. As im sitting there a car pulls up in front of me and I hear the window go down.

"Where in GOD'S name have you been!"

Its my mom. Fantastic. Just what I fucking needed.

"Get your ass in this car."

I stand up, pain shooting through my body. I walk around and open the passenger side door and get in heavily. She pulls a u turn so tight I feel sick again. We get home and I head inside and start up the stairs.

"Adam! You get back here we need to talk about this. Youre behavior is unaccaptable. We had police looking for you-"

"Im fine, mom"

"You do not look fine. Where were you and Danny last night? Dora is a nervous wreck. Is he on his way home? I need to call-"

I couldnt hold it back, I threw up all over the stairs.

"Jesus christ! Go on, get up stairs and clean yourself up, good god.."

I turned and headed to my room. Collapsed on the bed. My whole body throbbed with every heart beat. My blood felt like sawdust in my veins. I finally found sleep but it didn't last long.

[pray4jensen]

Maybe it really is the end

deancas, coda, 15.01 

-

You good?

Yes, but—

Dean doesn’t waste a second.

Good, he says and he turns his back to Cas.

.

Maybe because God is a vengeful bastard intent on conspiring against them, the Impala takes her last shuddering breath deep in the woods on a winding dirt path that promises to lead nowhere.

Dean pleads with her, caresses Baby’s wheel and gently coaxes her engine even as she slowly rolls to a stop. Under the stars, she gleams as if she’s still alive. But by the way Dean’s face contorts with grief, Cas knows that it’s at last time to say goodbye.

“Hey, asshole!” Dean shouts, picks up the heaviest thing he can find and aims it at the night sky, as if he might be able to make a dent into heaven itself. “Come down here instead of playing games, you son of a bitch.”

If God hears him, he doesn’t answer.

Dean’s rock hits an elderly pine and bounces off to break Baby’s side mirror.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

It’s not that Dean gives up—for hours, he tries reviving Baby—but between Sam’s ever growing exhaustion from the bullet embedded in his flesh and Jack’s—no, Belphegor’s—snide comments, even Dean eventually admits defeat.

Cas thinks that Dean will toss him out for the night—it’s only the brothers who need sleep and things between Dean and he…are not good. Sam passes out in the backseat, a light fever from his wound all that it takes for Dean to declare that Sam gets dibs on that half of the Impala. But despite his ire, Dean doesn’t protest when Cas slides up next to him—it’s only when Belphegor shoves his way in from the driver’s side that Dean grits his teeth.

Trapped between an angel and a demon, Dean instinctively shifts closer to Cas.

Then he pulls out his phone to avoid looking at him.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

Belphegor is one of those people who becomes uncomfortable as soon as he encounters silence so it’s no surprise when he starts talking a minute later.

“On Grindr, Dean? Got an itch to scratch? I don’t blame you. You’re pretty hot, you kn—”

Beside him, Dean stiffens, shifts even closer until their thighs press together. Cas has the urge to reach out and take Dean’s hand, finds that his chest is aching, finds that he can barely breathe when Jack’s innocent face is staring at him with such fiendish eyes.

But that would be foolish.

So he does nothing.

Read the rest on AO3

Tag list (the same as last season—please let me know if you’d like to be added, removed, or if your username has changed!):

@natmoose @whyjm @cyllaeth @bend-me-shape-me @venusdebotticelli @potat-ho @wanderingcas @katherinevernet @dustythewind @19agbrown @profound-boning @sunnshine0510 @asexualcas @zolaliz @contemplativepancakes @7faerielights @thelastqueenofspades @deanmonsandangels @super-powerful-queen-slayyna @magiaveneno @who-the-fuck-is-bucky @mysteriouslyme221b @lovafangirl @dragontamerm @the-trixster-and-the-fallen @fangirlingtodeath513 @tanka-crna-linija @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @howdopeoplebeoriginal @supernaturallychaotic @dagdagsims @bluestardreamer @wingsdestiel @theladydetective @some-angelic-flowers @ezaryah @ladystiltskin67 @kipson0307 @spaceshipkat @destielhoneybee @snowiermuffin @bleedingverses @imbiowaresbitch @castielpapasito @mishtho @kinvgslayer @destielmixtape @that-one-fandom-chick @authorsararayne @trenchcoatsandfreckles @uselesstwink @luckydalmatian101 @american-phycho @crowleesi @tippy06 @proccastinate @ohmywinchesters

#spncreatorsdaily #destiel fanfic #spn spoilers #15x01 #s15codas #masterpost #it's a messy coda #and a very late coda #but dean and cas are messy so hopefully it works!! #previously: 60r3d0m

[will-i-everape-my-despair]

my life

okay where to begin  when i was young or when i wasnt?

alright ill start from the beggining 

it wasnt a great life

well not ideal anyways 

when i was born i almost died, my mother was diagnosed with post natal depression in spain, yeah i was born there ....when having to move to australia because spain isnt good with that sorta support .......my dad said he would come 

he lied

he cheated on my mother and decided to marry someone else, meanwhile my mother braught her one and only daughter with her, me 

i loved my mother because everyone else didnt like me , or atleast because of my mental contition they thaught i wasnt worth anything , i became dependent , and knew a world where you wernt huged nor kissed often, you had to grow up fast or youll be left behind .....mum helped of course but .....idk i wasnt an easy child to take care of , i didnt understand most things like love, respect ect i.....i dint understand emotions , she had to teach me to emote and to sleep, at least thats what she said 

when i first moved it was an expierience but , from then on my scheduales got stricter and my mother would get violent for no reason i thaught , i didnt uunderstand why she got so mad , i wasnt the best child but i never knew why

she hit me pulled my hair blackmailed me berated me ABUSED me 

and yet 

i still loved her , because when all you are taught was despair .......how can you see it as bad?,

expecialy when the world was against you 

======

i moved schools , into a new area  it was fun....i was scared at first ....and it was also my first taste of hope  i prefferred school over home  why? well....my family aint the best  i was often the scapegoat for my cousins actions , which just made the family hate us more ......except my grandparents  i was either sheltered , or mum just didnt have time to teach me idk  but my aunties not my mother would take care of me....when i was very very sick .....mum had to work 

from here it gets fuzzy 

i only remember a few things , when i was sick being forced to go to school, we never celebrated halloween like ever , i didnt do my homework because i would weasel out of it , and for the longest time i felt well.....sick .....inside or outside no idea i thaught is was depression, mum asked me why i feel like that and said then i dont have it 

====

we moved again 

more like we got kicked out 

and then

from there

mum only got

WORSE

we moved into someone named tonys house .....he was....to put it simply, a piece of shit , how mum fell in love is BEYOND me  he....liked to make mum mad....and sick her on me by running out of the house  from here ........i developed insomnia , my pillow was more full of tears than dreams , and tbh i had horrible nightmares , when i told mum she didnt look concerned.....well her eyes never showed it not that i knew ......i was .....always medicated but .......this was new i felt 

lost broken void emotionless empty expecialy after my cousin made me his little prostitute

still i was expected to work, my hair that used to shine like gold in the sun....lost all of it and my hair started turning white , i have more grey hairs than the average teen my sparkle was long gone....and i hid myself in the world of my mind and technology, eye baggs were visible and i dint do anything heh kinda like now.....i went to tutoring....i avoided work like the plauge  around this time however mum told me about her old faith....Jehovas Witness  i was sure why not  i at first ....it seemed so lovely  and i actively participated at this point i was in high school ... the family was in conflict...and school wasnt much better  then came....the dreaded ......scrunchie incident did i mention i was never left alone at home? because i was in highschool and still going to day care well i made friends in this little toddlers day care and well...i was invited to a party.....i just had a shower and lost the scrunchie i always wore and still do wear mum became enraged pulling my ears my hair making me hyperventilate ...i might of died no idea thank god abuello saved me  after a while of tonys bs, and becoming completely dead inside i....we moved again  i was still a JW but then......i became less trustfull of anything and anyone ....i looked at it .....and saw how condtradictory it was  i saw how bad the school system really was .....the more i searched on the net the more i learnt .....and the more i learnt the more i knew...

something was WRONG 

then last year in yr 10 maths......is the devil...expecaily the advanced stuff ....lets just say school wasnt safe anymore and math class made me pass out due to stress mum would hit me over homework, or throw my books in fits of rage then told me its YOUR FAULT i do this , YOUR FAULT that im breaking jehovas laws! and i actualy faught back after she nearly bashed my head in ..........i .....the iron my grandma died two years ago

english class wasnt too bad, but this one asssignment mum re wrote the whole thing ..........because “it didnt make sense “  i told her to shove it and not to be infolved in my work anymore

 i hate school the***pists ......i was overwhelmed......and at the end of the year i ......broke.....BAD....i told all my fellow classmates everything i had experienced........................to come home.....get called by my mother......and get yelled at .....over the phone.....for telling the truth......not because she was scared for me.....but because of her reputation.....she yelled at me and berated me.....i was still breaking and in a flash a thaught  one single thing “would anyone care if i died?” “if i died would mum be happy and free from me” “maybe i should go im a waste”  

i grabbed a knife  held it to my chest and couldnt do it  i thaught of my family, my friends and how they might feel

only to get berating texts and yelled at by my auntie  

then......yr 11 poped up  and the acedemic sprang into place  ....mum and i ......dont ....arent.....we arent compatible i found out after this  it was online work....my ADHD ass couldnt DO that....and what was worse my alters made themselves KNOWN ha  ha hahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA killer kit my mother with a bottle and she whined of how i could of killed her....i distrusted him after that  i cried in the kitchen...laughing like a phycho  ... .................. ............................ and they were very distracting towards my work....which is what CAUSED that in the first place  term 2  well i found a friend group on line  they are angles  really they are 

tbh before yr 11 i was a bit better  but now i had well ALOT of appointments that i dint want  that didnt help  and the kids ......liked making me scared  term three is now  my grandpa died i finnaly cut myself off the JW  i told mum how i felt , the truth like she WANTED  she told me im spinning things that im abusive that shes a servant  i know i dont do much.....but my boddy is broken....i dont have motivation  and this place keeps me sane  and  alive one more year in the chambers of despair  and when that year is up the frail angel that lost her wings will be given the power  to soar to hope once again 

#idk #look this is a depressing blog #tw abuse #tw suicide #tw death #tw despair #will i ever excape? #or am i forever destined to live in despair

[quillquiver]

Bonded

Super late, but please have a DeanCas s14 finale coda

“There my eyes beheld their habitations with the angels, and their resting places with the holy ones. They were entreating, supplicating, and praying for the sons of men; while righteousness like water flowed before them, and mercy like dew was scattered over the earth.” (Enoch 39:4)

In the precious few seconds between Chuck disappearing and being overwhelmed by the undead, time slows to a crawl in a way it never has before. Castiel can smell every freshly cut blade of grass beneath his feet, and feel each droplet of sweat collect on his skin. He can taste particles on the wind. The cold bite of his blade settles heavily against his palm. Blood rushes in his ears. Every heartbeat sounds like the firing of a cannon.

They will be overwhelmed in 1.59846 seconds.

Dean comes back with two iron rods and tosses one to Sam. All three of them have backed up against one another in a defensive circle, pressed so close their clothes are shifting and pulling. Out of the corner of his eye, Cas can see Jack’s body still splayed out on the grass. A knot forms in Castiel’s stomach and crawls up his throat, and he isn’t nearly powerful enough for the onslaught of the supernatural currently barrelling toward them. This is… it.

Very suddenly, Cas has the absurd thought that he is going to die alone.

Of course, he isn’t. He is surrounded by what’s left of his family. But for the first time in his interminable existence, Castiel feels that perhaps they’ve been beaten. His father betrayed them. His son is dead.

It’s instinct—long engrained in the fibres of his fingers—to reach out for Dean’s hand; to slide their sweating palms together and squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean gives a sharp inhale and stares.

They’re overwhelmed.

It’s not an ideal situation by any stretch of the imagination; even if it were just the three of them, the only one with an angel blade is Cas. Iron can only do so much. As the ghosts begin to throw them around the graveyard, they start tossing around their weapons: Cas’s blade to Dean facing off with a ghoul, to Sam cornered by three vengeful spirits.

...And then back to Castiel, who slices and smites in equal measure, carefully ignoring the way he becomes out of breath as he does.

It becomes very clear very quickly that they are not making it out of this alive.

“Ah, fuck! Cas!”

Castiel tosses the blade to Dean.

“Dean!”

Who passes it to Sam.

“Goddammit, why the hell won’t you fucking die!”

Who gives it back to Dean.

“We need a miracle,” Sam grunts from somewhere on his left. Dean gives a half-hearted scoff in response. “Seein’ as this was a gift from Mr. Miracle Man himself, think I’ll fuckin’ pass on that—shit!”

Castiel forces an opening between two horrific-looking undead creatures and bolts.

It’s a straight shot to the Winchesters if he moves fast, so he runs with everything left in him, overshooting the mark by a human mile as he bowls Sam over and ends up half-splayed across Dean.

“Jesus, Cas! Are you—”

“I have an idea.”

Cas doesn’t allow either brother to ask what it is. He doesn’t tell them it’s insane. He doesn’t say that it could level everything in a fifty-mile radius. Instead, Castiel grabs Dean’s face and kisses him, hard.

In the days of Enoch, angels walked the Earth freely. They descended from Heaven in their true forms, and taught humanity everything they knew; from fire to weaponry, angelic-kind mingled and mixed with humans in an equal partnership. This was a consolation prize from God: a gift despite taking away the Garden in all its splendor, and leaving his new children to fend for themselves in a hostile world.

Eventually, humans and angels began to mate. Not physically—not exactly. Angelic true forms could only be shrunk so much by sheer force of will… but there were angels and humans who formed bonds so deep and strong they each became something else entirely; connected by both grace and soul, with all the experience and power of their angelic half and the emotional intelligence of their human one. These beings were the first ones known as nephilim—the joining of their kinds in a love so pure and powerful it was unmatched by anything in the entire cosmos.

God didn’t like it.

And lo, were all nephilim eradicated in fire, and were all angels made to take vessels on Earth.

Castiel isn’t certain he can force a bond while trapped inside this body, lying atop the object of his affections, relatively powerless and about thirteen seconds from being decapitated by a mob of the undead... but some insane part of him thinks that if this is the way he’s going to die, it will be kissing the man he loves.

Sam yells something like, Now?! Really?!, but it’s difficult to say for how hard Cas’s blood is rushing in his ears.

There’s a clash right above their heads, and Castiel opens himself to Dean Winchester in a way that is, quite frankly, stupid.

He leaves himself vulnerable in every way there is to do so, a proposal and declaration of the most embarrassing kind. His hands bury in light hair and his eyes squeeze shut. He knows Dean’s soul recognizes him… Cas only hopes he’s caught the hunter off-guard enough to allow for first contact.

But what greets him isn’t the riot of emotion and shock he’d been expecting.

Instead, it’s like a dam has been broken—what feels like a lifetime of love and longing meet between them, crashing together in a way that is less like fighting and more like creating something new. 

There is the anger and worry and frustration, too. There is the betrayal. There is… everything Dean is, soothing the tattered remains of Castiel’s grace. Cas can feel Dean’s love for him down to the molecules in his fingertips. It burns so hot it’s cold.

Dean wants him as a lover does. As a husband does.

When Cas pulls away, he can’t help staring, mesmerized by it all.

But then Dean’s eyes widen, and he pushes Castiel off of him just as an axe becomes embedded in the Earth where the angel’s head used to be. Sam laughs hysterically. “Not that I’m not happy for you guys because—trust me—I am, but—”

“Close your eyes.” There’s what a appears to be a zombie coming out of the ground right beside Castiel’s leg. Cas rolls away and pulls Sam to his side just as the hunter avoids another ghost. He reaches for Dean’s hand and holds tight once he has it. “Everyone close your eyes!”

Castiel shines more brightly then he ever has.

***

The tips of the grass are burnt to a crisp, and the gravestones that remain intact are scorched, but that seems to be the extent of the damage inflicted on the area—other than, of course, the distinct lack of supernatural creatures. Cas heaves a shaky sigh of relief, watching with a trembling grin as Sam falls back on the dirt with a softly muttered, fuck.

From his other side, Dean tentatively squeezes his hand. Castiel squeezes back.

Fuck, is right.    

***

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Chapter 2 of The Magic of Dust

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Peter

Peter felt a little intimidated going to Hogwarts. Not because he was worried about being bad at school, but more because he was worried about fitting in. Growing up the was often teased by local kids for being, weird, or fat, or both. His mother always told him that other kids were just jealous because they were silly muggles who didn’t understand how special he was. Peter didn’t believe this though, he knew he was teased because he was different. When he got his letter he was excited because he thought he would now get to be around other kids just like himself, and he could finally make some friends, but fear crept back in slowly when he got onto the platform and saw that muggle children and wizard children seemed to be exactly the same. His mother however told him that he would soon be sorted and then he would make friends in his house and not to worry. She said any other boy would be lucky to have him as a friend. She reminded him to stay polite and kind, and to share the sweets on the train, before kissing him farewell with tears in her eyes.

The first two first years he ran into didn’t seem interested in making friends. Well the boy named Severus didn’t seem interested, his friend Lily was kind and even talked to him about how excited she was, but her Severus quickly distracted her and left Peter out of the conversation.

Then the boy in the car had only said hello before going back to his book, and Peter was starting to fell put out. Maybe making friends wasn’t something he was going to be able to do. He was about to get up and go look for somewhere else to sit when Sirius and James came in. Peter knew immediately they were purebloods, there robes and accents said it all. Plus, one was a Black. Everyone in the wizarding world knew the Blacks, his mother often told him that the Blacks came into the antic shop she worked in looking for rare books, and magical objects. Well, technically they sent others to find these objects for them, but none the less the Blacks were wealthy and powerful. Peter was super nervous, but the one named James had actually struck up conversation with him and Sirius joined in too. They were much nicer than Peter thought they would be. His mother once told him purebloods only consorted with other purebloods, and to try and not get on their bad sides. He also vaguely recalled him mom’s boss once saying the Blacks were crazy, completely mad in the head, probably because of the inbreeding. However, Talking to Sirius and James Peter didn’t get this impression. Maybe his mom had been mistaken.

After the altercation he was starting to feel awkward again. But if anyone was good at breaking tension it was him. Aspecta nudged him with her elbow to encourage him. Peter knew what she was thinking. ‘Go on. Make friends’. So Peter did exactly that.

“So we know what house James want to get into. What about you Sirius?”

Sirius looked at him and blinked. He looked upset and Pete was worried maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But then Sirius broke into a smile that reminded him a little of the look the crazy old man who lived above his mom’s flat. Maybe that was the madness his mom was talking about.

“I’m not sure. My whole family have been in Slytherin for decades. But I don’t think I want to go into Slytherin. I think I’m going to try for Gryffindor. Man, that’s going to give my mother a heart attack.” Sirius said with an excited voice.

James smiled at him approvingly.

“What about you Pete?” James asked.

“Ohhh I don’t know” Peter looked over at Aspecta who was now munching away on a licorice strand she pulled out of his pocket. She shrugged, showing she had no idea what house they would be put in.

“My mom was a Hufflepuff, no idea what my dad was, but I would be happy in anything but Slytherin.”

“Nothing wrong with Hufflepuff” James said. “Not as great as Gryffindor, but Hufflepuffs are cool. Plus, your dorm would be right beside the kitchens so that’s a bonus”

“How do you know where the kitchens are already?” Sirius questioned.

“My dad told me. He wouldn’t tell me how to find it or get in, but he said to start looking by the Hufflepuff common room.”

“Wow your dad sounds cool.” Sirius said. “My dad just told me to stay out of trouble and listen to my cousins”

“How many cousins do you have?” Peter asked genuinely interested. Maybe Sirius would have insight into how the sorting happened, or how Hogwarts was.

“Umm well from the first cousins I have 3. Andromeda, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. Andy’s in her 6th year, Sissy is in her 4th year and Bella is in her second. There all Slytherins’, but Andy’s the only one I like. Sissy is a bore, and Bella is a phycho. She once pushed me out a window into the garden because I called her ugly. Worth it though”

Both Peter and James laughed.

“Hey do you guys like Bertie Bots Every flavour beans?” Peter asked pulling out the giant box his mom gave him out of his bag.

“YES!” James said.

“Never had them” Sirius confessed but scooted closer to look at the box.

They shared the beans and the conversation continued along the lines about houses and sorting. James kept speculating how they sorted them. He seemed to think they were probably going to have to fight each other even though none of them knew and magic yet. Sirius put his bet on some sort of blood test potion. Peter thought both these were probably not likely, but his mother didn’t tell him how the sorting happened so for all he knew maybe they were right.

The boy named Remus who sat across from them by the window snorted in laughter right after James suggested some sort of obstacle course. They all looked over at him but he kept his eyes on his book.

His daemon a small rabbit peaked out at them from under Remus’s arm but didn’t say anything. She seemed more curious than mocking.

James and Sirius looked at the boy curiously probably trying to figure out if he was laughing at something he read, or he was laughing at them. Then Sirius’s daemon Fid quietly jumped down off the train seat and slowly walked over to the reading boy and his daemon.

Ileuda stayed still but sniffed a little as Fid got close. Fid’s tail was wagging and he sniffed aggressively at the rabbit then he launched forward and ran his slobbery wet tongue across the rabbit’s face. The rabbit jumped up and let out a disgusted “Eck” before jumping up on the boys shoulders and started rubbing her face into his faded patched robes. Remus dropped his book and scrunched his face in displeasure. He rubbed his face to probably out of sympathy.

“Haliwr!” The boy swore in Welsh. “What in Merlin’s name was that for?”

“Ahhh so he does talk” Sirius said with a laugh.

Fid was now on the seat beside Remus trying to get to Ileuda again tail wagging. Ileaud was having none of it and crawled down into Remus’s jumper. Remus went to pick up his book but James got to it first.

“Hogwarts: A History.” James read. “Cool, does it say how the sorting happens?” He asked handing Remus back the book.

Remus took the book back carefully and scanned James with bright amber eyes. This was the first time Peter got a good look at them and they made him nervous for some reason. He suddenly felt as if Remus was the most dangerous person in the room, even with a cute little bunny for a daemon. They seemed to glow, like a candle placed very far at the end of a hall. It was made worse by the scars that ran across his face one new and other indifferent stages of healing.

Remus hesitated but then answered with a short quiet “Yes”

“So? Care to share in your knowledge stranger?” James coaxed.

Remus just frowned his lips thin and tightly shut and looked at James. He didn’t look upset, but sadder. Or maybe that’s just how he looked normally. Remus didn’t answer but his daemon stuck her head out of the neck of the jumper and spoke.

“We’ll tell you for one of those chocolate frogs” She said looking over at Peter’s bags bag which was open a little showing the top of a chocolate frog box.

James smiled and reached above to his own trunk and pulled out 4 jumbo sized chocolate frogs. “Deal”

James passed everyone a box, including Remus. Remus took it carefully. He broke off a piece and gave it to Ileauda. Then Ileauda nudged his chin with her nose encouraging him to talk.

“I’ll tell you but you gotta keep your dog on a leash” Remus said to James with a more light hearted voice, gesturing to Sirius.

“Deal. Down boy” James joked lightly smacking Sirius on the nose with an empty chocolate frog bog. Sirius pouted but smiled and feigned being sad. Fid came back over and began wrestling with Bahaadur on the floor.

The three boys turned towards Remus eagerly.

“Ummm apparently Godric Gryffindor enchanted his hat to sort people into the houses.”

“Cool so like how does a hat do that?”

“Ummm I’m not sure. Maybe it reads your mind?”

“It’s a hat, it can’t read minds.”

“Maybe it transforms depending on the house?”

“Well I guess we’ll find out tonight”

Sirius

Sirius was nervous. They had spent the train ride eating an ungodly amount of candy and joking the whole way. Sirius really liked the new friends he had made. Even Remus once they got him to actually talk with them. He had enough creative swear words to put a dragon tamer to shame. James was a riot. He was the funniest guy Sirius had ever met. He wasn’t like the other pure blood guys his age he often had to hang out with at social events. James didn’t care what others thought of him and instead of trying to always out do everyone he instead just enjoyed himself and tried to make everyone laugh. Peter too was awesome. He looked quiet and awkward, but his funny comebacks were always perfectly timed.

By the time they had changed into their school robes and the train was pulling into the station Sirius was getting nervous. Even though he didn’t want to end up in Slytherin he was starting to worry about not having a choice. His whole family had always been placed in Slytherin.

If this mythical hat knew that then he might not have a choice.

This stayed in the back of his mind the whole time they debarked. He forgot for a little bit when they met the old hunched game keeper whose name was Ogg and his dirty matted chipmunk daemon. Beside him was his assistan,t a giant size man with big bushy hair and beard with a terrifyingly large boarhound daemon. They led all the first years down to the lake and they boarded boats to cross the water to get to school, which was apparently a tradition for first years. Being on the water was freezing cold, and beside him Remus shivered and hugged his daemon closer.

Fid was so excited his whole butt swung as he wagged his tail as he sat between his legs and stared up at the castle. Fid hadn’t shown any desire to change back into a King Snake since they arrived and both he and Sirius were super happy with the new name Sirius picked out for him. It was sort of freeing naming his own daemon, he truly didn’t understand why he and other Blacks weren’t allowed to do it. It helped him relate more to Fid.

Getting out of the lake James was so excited him and Bahaadur jumped out of the boat so quick and aggressive poor Peter who was standing up at the same time fell out of the boat into the cold water when it violently shook side to side. Luckily Hagrid came over and helped him back up with one large hand. James spent the walk up to the castle apologizing profusely. Peter said it was alright but shivered until the entered the warm entrance hall of the school.

The castle was jaw dropping. It was nothing like the castle he had been in growing up. His grandfather’s castle in France had been dark and claustrophobic. Filled with thick tapestries and, rugs, and art pieces that Sirius and Regulus had to tiptoe around for fear of breaking any and encoring the wrath of his parents. Other manors and castles were the same. But Hogwarts was open and warm. The walls seemed to only echo laughter. And the air tingled with magic.

They were led to a set of huge ornate oak doors and told to wait. After some time the door opened a little and an witch came out. She was dressed in a large set of black robes with a pointed witches hat over her greying hair which was pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a tartan scarf around her neck and her Tabby cat daemon sat beside her regarded all of them with lamp like eyes.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the assistant Headmistress of this school.” She said with a slight Scottish brough. “In a moment you will be led through these doors and sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. While you are here your house will be your home. Your triumphs will earn you point, and any rile breaking will lose point. At the end of the year the house with the most points will win the house cup. Any questions?”

The crowd of nervous students stayed quiet. Professor McGonagall survey them all with a thin smile. Then she caught sight of Peter.

“Pettigrew why are you soaking wet?” she asked sounding stern. Sirius had no idea how she knew his name, but she did.

Peter’s mouth gaped open, but no sound came out.

James instead answered for him.

“He fell in the lake Professor”

McGonagall turned to him. “Well we can’t eat dinner soaking wet, now can we” She waved her wand and instantly Peters clothes dried and radiated heat. Peter sighed happily. Beside him Aspecta tuned into a large brown rat and ran up his leg to get inside his now warm robes.

“Next time Mr. Potter you will allow Mr. Pettigrew to answer for himself. Now straighten up all of you. And come along.”

James

The hall was awe inspiring , candles floated all over the hall above 4 long wooden table filled almost entirely with students all in seas of black robes with pops of colour from their house ties. The ceiling was shining with twinkly stars and a swirling galaxy which seemed to mirror the sky outside but brighter. At the front of the room a long table sat on a raised dais where all the professors sat surveying the hall.

After the initial shock of the seeing the hall for the first time James was solely focused on the old dusty wizard’s hat sitting on a simple wooden stool ahead of them.

It didn’t seem magical. It was just and old dusty hat. McGonagall went up to it and was talking but James wasn’t listening, he was staring at the hat both confused and afraid. Then McGonagall pulled out a parchment and read out the first name.

“Avery, Nathan”

Nathan, a tall stocky boy with short cropped brown hair went forward and sat on the chair. McGonagall picked up the hat and placed it on top of his head. The thing was so big it fell down over his ear and eyes. He sat there for a while in silence. The whole school had eyes on him.

“SLYTHERIN!”

The voice boomed across the hall as a slit opened in the hat like a mouth. The table on the far left broke into cheers and applause.

Avery took the hat off, handed it to professor McGonagall and ran to the cheering table.

“Black, Sirius” McGonagall called.

Beside him James saw Sirius freeze. Fid had shrunk into a small banded snake and was crawling up Sirius’s leg to his robes sleeve. Sirius stayed put and James pat him on the back.

“It’ll be fine mate. No matter where you go.” James said happening to help Sirius in his fear. Sirius then stepped forward slowly. The hall was silent again but it seemed as if more people had bothered to turn and pay attention to Sirius’ sorting. James understood this. He also grew up hearing about the Blacks, one of the most powerful pure blood families of the sacred 28.

Fid was now tightly wound around Sirius’s hand as if he was holding his hand. Sirius sat down with perfect posture befitting of his upbringing. McGonagall placed the hat on his head and as soon as it touched his head it didn’t need a moment to ponder.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

When the hat came off Sirius’ face turned from blank to pure happiness. However, the clapping from the Gryffindor table was delay, and once it began it was muddles with whispers coming from the Slytherin table. Sirius didn’t seem to care though. He jumped up and punch the air triumphantly. Fid instantly feel out of his hand and landed and a big black shaggy dog who barked so loud and jumped so high some 1st years jumped back. The hall erupted in laughter at this display. Sirius ran over to the Gryffindor table and sat down beside some confused looking but smiling prefects.

James wolf whistled from his spot in celebration. It took fair longer for the crowd to calm down this time since most people where now whispering loudly with each other about what happened. Eventually when it quieted McGonagall began again. A lot few more students went up and got sorted. After a few “Evans, Lily” was called up and the red headed girl from the train went. The dove daemon was now a Butterfly sitting in her hair like a giant beret. She was eventually sorted to Gryffindor much to James’ dismay. She didn’t sit down next to Sirius though, and instead chose the further seat she could get to him.

After almost half the students had gone, they called “Lupin, Remus”

Remus went up a looking pale and sick, He sat down and the hat went completely over his eyes and nose.

The hat paused for a long time. James was worried since this was the longest pause yet, but it was eventually broken with a

“GRYFFINDOR”

When they hat came off Remus didn’t look scared anymore, but he didn’t look happy. His eyes were open wide like the hat had told him something terrifying. He got off the stool and headed to the Gryffindor table. Sirius had stood up on his chair to watch the sorting without an obstructed view and was now clapping furiously. The prefect beside him had to pull on his to make him sit.

Soon after it was Peter’s turn. Peter was shaking and he tripped walking up which some people snickered at. James stared daggers at them till they stopped. Peter got a long pause too, but not as long as Remus’.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Peter looked shocked but was smiling ear to ear and went to sot across from Remus and Sirius.

One more student went before James, and he fidgeted the whole time knowing he was next. Bahaadur seemed unsure what to do as well. He had gone into his stag form and tapping his hoof steadily. James patted him to both comfort him and ground himself.

“Potter, James.”

“YOU GOT THIS JAMES!”

James heard Sirius shout out as he walked up. The hall started snickering.

James sat on the stool just in time to see Sirius get pulled down again but this time by Remus.

James at down and put the hat on. It went over his eyes making everything go dark and quiet, then a voice spoke in his head.

“Ah Potter.” A booming bright voce spoke to him, but not out loud in his head, bounding around in his skull.

“Yes, well no need to think about where you belong”

“Wait!” James thought and surprising he heard his own voice bounce around in his head.

“Yes?” The voice asked sounding interested.

“Ummm, If you were made by Gryffindor then is this his voice?” James asked. It had just got to him that this hat was made by his hero, and this was probably the only chance he would have to ask it anything.

The hat laughed out loud in his head. “Oh you are a true fan Mr. Potter. It is indeed… GRYFFFINDOR!”

The last word was shouted out to the hall and followed by applause, and loud wolf whistles and barks James assumed where Sirius and Fid. James took of the hat bright eyed. There was no doubt his hero was Godric Gryffindor.

Peter

Peter was flabbergasted he got into Gryffindor. The hat had first thought to put him in Hufflepuff, and although Peter loved the idea of being in Hufflepuff he couldn’t help but think of the fact all 3 of the friends he had made, his first friends ever, were in Gryffindor. This made the hat pause enough for Peter to promise to be braver if he could be in Gryffindor. The hat had laughed but didn’t sound mean more amused. “You have already started” the hat had said before shouting “GRYFFINDOR!”

Now he got to sit beside 3 friends who looked so happy to be together.

“This is the best thing ever! All of us together! We’re going to be the best Gryffindors to ever walk through this school.”

And in this moment Peter felt that James was probably on to something.

When the feast appeared Aspecta clambered out of his pocket and began reaching for a buttered bun. Peter loaded his plate with a little of everything. The food was the best thing he had ever eaten and that was saying something since he was already full on candy from earlier. He still managed 2 plates and 2 desserts before giving up.

When the plates cleared Dumbledore stood up and addressed everyone. He introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor. Nettles. Then some notices. Stay out of the forest, no banned items, and a apparently new rule to avoid a newly planted Whomping Willow “unless one wants to meet a painful end.” A student beside him whispered to her friend.

“Why would they want a Whomping Willow. Are they mad?”

Peter once heard about Whomping Willows in a stories he read, and if what he knew was true he agreed.

Finally, they were told to head off to bed and the whole hall started to get up slowly heading for the giant oak doors. Two prefects called them over and told them to wait with them so they could head back together. James and Sirius had started poking each other in their full stomachs when a shadow fell over the four of them.

“Mr. Lupin can you please come with me?” Professor McGonagall asked and started towards to doors.

Peter went to ask Remus what was happening, but Remus was already following her.

“Why do they need to see him. We haven’t been here 3 hours” James said sounding outraged that Remus had been taken.

“I’m sure it’s fine, it’s Remus there’s no way he did anything bad”

James nodded but didn’t look convinced. But that had now gotten them on the subject of pranks and they began quietly planning all the things they could do now they were in the same house.

Remus

Professor McGonagall led him down some halls and a staircase until they reached a large set of doors in the middle of a hallway. She opened the doors and he followed her in. They were in the hospital wing. The wing was pretty large at least 2 sets of hospital beds where set up in two rows each flagged by tall frosted windows. The placed smelled of clean sheets, and the strong thick sent of brewing potions. Remus scrunched his nose. His sense of smell was stronger than the average human and the potion currently bubbling in the cauldron at the far end on a desk smelled strongly of wolfsbane. It made his nose and eyes burn and his breathing to become fiery so that he coughed a few times.

The matron came out of her office to their right and quickly came over. She was older with a stern face that had warm kind eyes that gazed at him up and down as if assessing his vitals by just looking. Her daemon was a small Orangutan that had the same warm caring eyes. He immediately went over and asses Ilueda with concern.

“Oh dear you have a cold” She said running over and pulling out her want and tapping it to his head. Nothing happened and she looked confused.

“It’s not a cold ma’am just the potion” Remus coughed out trying not to sound disrespectful of the matron’s potion brewing.

“Oh the wolfsbane in it put in this morning. I am a fool.” She said walking over and turning off the burner underneath.

“Let’s talk down there then Poppy” McGonagall suggested.

“Good idea” The matron replied and the 3 of them headed out. This time they walked out onto the grounds. But not through the entrance hall, through the back of the castle. They came out into a courtyard that led down the steep hill that was a little overrun with weeds and long grasses.

Far down the hill they passed a small hut with a giant pumpkin patch. They kept going till they got close to the lake, there Remus saw it. A giant Whomping Willow close to the edge of the Dark Forest. Near it the large game keeper Hagrid was waiting his big boarhound dog holding a lamp in its mouth for light now that the sun was set.

“Remus this is Madam Pomfrey. She is our matron and will be taking care of you before and after the full moon. This is Rubeus Hagrid our assistant Game keeper, who will be watching over the Willow during the full moon from his hut.”

Remus nodded. He knew the plan but was still worried it might be too dangerous. Hagrid was big and probably could stop a wolf from killing him, but Remus would feel so bad if that ever happened. Not to mention even if Hagrid survived how far would he still get before he ran into someone else.

“I can assure you Mr. Lupin your safety will be 100% safe in this place. Under the willow there is a tunnel. It leads directly into Hogsmeade. To an old abandoned house far from the village. Dumbledore himself as well as a few professors have put every ward imaginable on the building. Not to mention the boards that were installed on the windows and doors. There is no possibility of you getting out or anyone getting in.”

Remus nodded again. She sounded genuine in their efforts to keep people safe from him, he could only hope it worked. At home his father locked him in the cellar. It was stone and concrete all the way around with no windows and door, just a silver trap door that was covered by a large crate on the other side.

“On the day of the full moon you will arrive at the Hospital Wing immediately after classes. You will report to Madam Pomfrey and will eat in the hospital wing. 2 hours before sundown you will walk down to the willow with Madam Pomfrey who will let you into the willow. Once inside you will walk until you reach a trap door. Once up through it and inside the house you will be free to transform safely. Madam Pomfrey will arrive back to help you to the castle after sunrise. Do you understand?”

Remus nodded again.

“Very well I will now take you up to Gryffindor tower.”

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[bannikureartz]

Hello one and all!

Welcome to my page! i’m a Artist who interested are creating and drawing Original ideas and characters for manga, comics, anime, and cartoons. i rarely do fan art.

but my favorite shows are

Transformers(g1, prime, cyber-verse)  Dragonball(z, super), Gargoyles, He-man 2002, she-ra, HunterxHunter, Wakfu TNMT(’80′S, 2002, Nickelodeon) Gon, Empath erased, Adventure time!, Fullmetal Alchemist, Made in Abyss, Alita battle angel, Ghost in a shell, Phycho-pass

#art #digital drawing #traditional art #artists on tumblr #artist #my arts #artsupporter #oc art #ebonyartist #history #anime fandom #cartoon fandom

[yurimother]

Besides Uranus and Neptune, can you give us some canon bisexual/lesbian anime characters?

You looking for anime gays? I GOTCHU

Yamada and Kase (Kase-San)Yuu and Touko (Bloom into You)Everyone and their mother in Sakura Trick is a lesbianVarious characters (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) - I will throw hands on this oneUtena and Anthy (Revolutionary Girl Utena)Kureha, Sumika, Ginko, and Lulu from (Yurikuma Arashi) - WEIRDNana and Weiss (Magical GIrl RIsing Project) - Book is betterSakura, Sonomi, and Tomoyo (Cardcaptor Sakura)Historia/Krista and Ymir (Attack on Titan) Himeko and Chikane (Kanazuki no Miko)At least one person in (Yuyushiki)Everyone and their sister (Strawberry Panic)Those two chicks in Phycho-PassAngsty Lesbians #1-12 (CItrus)Kuroko (A certain Scientific Railgun/Index)Various trans and gay characters (Wandering Son)Fumi and Akira (Aoi Hana)Pick a girl (Akuma no Riddle)MANY PEOPLE (Maria Watches Over Us)Everyone (Yuru Yuri)Hazumu (trans?), Tomari, and Tasuna (Kashimashi Girl Meets Girl)The title characters from Inugami to NekoyamaWhatever the names of the two girls from Blue Drop areSome of the girls from Kampfer I think, unless that whole show was an acid trip

Alright, who did I miss everyone?

#anime #yuri #question #asks #ask me anything #send me asks #girls love #gl #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #queer #lesbian #bisexual #bi #trans #transgender #representation #queer representation #wlw

[cellophaneangelwrites]

Timeless | Five x Reader

Chapter four / Headfirst For Halos

A/N: I know I’m late, I ‘m very sorry, my life has been busy and I don’t have much time to write... This one is shorter,sorru for that too, but I hope you enjoy it!

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A period of time passes, you’re not quite sure how much, but Five says a little less than a week. Anyway, days went and nights came and you never thought that would be so comforting, the mere passage of day and nights didn’t change, even if the sky did and the moon too. And the whole world.

You fell into a rhythm that made your days simultaneously long and short. Somehow you felt like walking looking into the ground, like you were just catching glimpses of what was really happening around you.

As that happened, your nights became longer and longer. You could no longer feel Five, and you sincerely didn’t know if it was you or him who put that space between your bodies.

That was what you wanted to believe. You knew he was even colder than when you first met him. You just didn’t know why.

That really changed from the blindfold you were wearing and tired you out. You never felt up for anything, every little noise took your sleep away, and that when the nightmares let you sleep. Dreams of the burning flesh of your loved ones, them being crushed, and the screams that stayed in your ears even after you wake up.

And when you jump awake in pool of cold sweat and a screaming mess, Five pretend not to notice and you pretend to believe he didn’t.

You often go to walks, gave up trying to go back to sleep on the third try.

Almost always, you went to a rock at the top of what you think was once a small to medium building. Gave a pretty wide view. Not pretty, but still. Wide enough so you could see miles, and the sky too.

One of those nights, you noticed that now you could see a lot more of the sky than before, with all those high buildings. Also, you were not sure yet, but you thought that everyday more stars could be seen.

And there was when you felt thankful for looking at the sky and it still being there. You started to notice the clouds slowly going away, ever so slowly, and the dark navy blue that soothed your soul just enough.

The noise of something falling beside you startled you so much you were already halfway falling when a hand grabbed yours and pulled you back up.

You met Five’s green eyes and messy hair. You couldn’t decipher his face, but that was not new. His lips were pressed slightly, his eyebrowns were just a little frowned too. You always felt like learning a totally new language when looking at him, like only could understand a few words of what he was saying.

”I…heard you walking here.”

”Yeah.”

”And you screaming.”

You look at him trying to get his point. Maybe he was asking for you to stop screaming and waking him up? You really don’t understand him.

”Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you up. I don’t have a single idea of how to stop, but if you do, please be my guest.”

He looked directly at me and again I had no idea what as going through his mind. He made the line in his lips and eyebrows more tensed, changing his eyes to the sky. You looked at the dark clouds, trying to hide your fidgeting fingers.

”I have nightmares too.”

You suddenly felt aware of how cold the wind was. You resisted the urge to turn your gaze to him, simply trying to not make your heavy breathing too loud.

”Of my family, mostly. I can’t sleep and it is horrible. My whole mind floods with terrible images and screams.”

You let your head fall, your feet becoming the center of your attention.

”My nightmares are like that too.”

You turn your head at him. His eyes were still that beautiful shade of green, with so much mystery behind them.

”They don’t let me sleep, and when I finally catch some time any sound makes me jump.”

You got what was that specific look on him now. It was empathy. He opens a weak smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

”We are so messed up.”

You let out a little laugh at that, and turn to him with a questioning smile.

“You only noticed that now? Weren’t you supposed to be smart?”

He laughed at that, you decided you liked the sound of it.

“I just wanted to point out case you still didn’t figure it out.”

You punch him lightly on his shoulder and fake a offended face, but you can’t hold back the smile for longer than a minute.

“Yes, yes, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You both laugh at that.

You stop gradually, and then it comes to your mind. You speak before really thinking about what you’re gonna say.

“Why are you so cold recently? Wait, oh, we aren’t close I shouldn’t have asked that, I’m sorry I just...”

He clearly stiffens, and the atmosphere is ruined. You just accept your defeat, standing up quickly and walking fast. Very good, now he finds you weird! Congratulations!

“I was afraid.”

You barely hear him, but you stop. You don’t turn around in fear of him stop talking if you do. You felt like walking in very thin ice, like hlding something very fragile.

“My father, he... didn’t approve dependence on other people. He says that makes you weak. So that night, when I woke up, I just...Didn’t know what to do. That is why my famiy doesn’t do a lot of intimacy...”

You turn around a few seconds later he finishes, very slowly walking towards him. You felt the air in your lungs vanish, but you kept going as silently as you could, afraid of that part of him going away and he going back to being cold.

You remember your brother when he had panic attacks. When father did those horrible things and you had to approach very, very carefully.

You hug him. Without force, just gently put your arms around him. His head is on your shoulder, but his arms don’t go up, hanging on his sides.

“You don’t need to worry about it. If want to, I can be your family, you can hug me. I f you’re not comfortable with that, is okay too. I know how the world is now, but you’re not alone.”

He doesn’t say anything, and if some tears fell into your shirt, some fell on his too.

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