#so cue them being horrifically confused

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

HiJack Idea

I really want more RotG and HttyD crossovers where the HttyD cast meets the RotG cast. But I want them in all their canon glory - the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Santa Clause.

So I was cooking up the idea of... a situation wherein the Guardians fall through dimensions of time. There'd be a spot of GoC (book lore) intertwined because Jack Frost and Nightlight are a fusion (somehow - the how is a mystery to be revealed later).

Anyways, they fall through the realms, end up in HttyD world as one does, prior to HttyD 2. And they are inevitably scattered. But the twist is that Jack Frost has fully reverted into a human (as he tends to), which includes missing all his memories of being Jack Frost.

He wakes up, literally washed ashore to Berk, suffering severe hypothermia, etc. He meets the gang and their dragons, etc. He is properly freaked out because his last memory was falling into a frozen pond and not swimming back up. But he manages. He deals. Hiccup promises to help him find this "New World" where he comes from.

As Jack settles in, he begins to see strange visions - nightmare like, but not always when he's asleep. It's as if he's trapped in a fight. There's always a sense of loss and loneliness that comes when the vision ends, as horrific as it feels to live through. And in the aftermath, Jack struggles to breath - loses body heat - and remains unconscious for days.

Then they also start hearing tales from Johann of odd goings on within the Archipelago. There's a mysterious island that glows gold, appeared on the maps one day. Every time someone approaches it, sleep drags them down - a sleep that they cannot fight. And when they wake up, they're far from the island again.

There's also a strange creature that lurks in forests. People can't quite get a good look at it, but it's massive. And furry. Wherever forest this creature is spotted, the forest begins to teem with plentiful plant bounty.

And last, a new trader is making his way through the Archipelago. Johann is mighty miffed about him. New guy's gonna put him out of a job, he is. Everyone says that the new trader brings a wealth of new and wondrous trinkets - notably nothing for war and the like, but children all over the islands adore his works. The grown ups are not immune to the spectacle even if its not always practical. Johann is largely satisfied that the new trader had yet to arrived in Berk.

All this, Jackson Overland learns with Hiccup and friends. All this, Jackson is completely clueless about, as equally enthralled as the rest of Berk.

North will be the first to find Jack. He arrives as told, a new trader with a ship nearly sinking from the weight of his curios. Hiccup and North talk endlessly about craft and smithing, that Hiccup forgets to let anyone have a word in. It's only by the third day of North's arrival that Hiccup thinks to introduce his friends, including a very bemused Jack. On seeing Jack, North falls to his knees in immediate recognition.

What follows is confusion as Jack claims no memory of the man. North is rightfully heartbroken. Hiccup intercedes saying that there's many a mystery about Jack and perhaps North can shed some light on Jack's past. North surprisingly shakes his head, explains that Jack is missing more than memories and only if the missing part is returned then Jack will understand. When pressed, North tells them that the part is not something but someone.

(Cue a little Hiccup angst because he gets to thinking that maybe Jack isn't as single as he claims to be.)

North decides that Jack is safer where he is and that he will search on Jack's behalf to find his missing someone. Jack says that he and Hiccup are already searching for a way to bring Jack home so they could also look for whoever is missing. But North doesn't give them a description, he only explains that Jack will Know when he sees his missing someone.

Fast forward a little, Hiccup's explorations lead to him meeting Valka and uncovering the sanctuary where Jack meets another almost familiar someone. Tooth tackles Jack to the ground in her glee at finding him again. She and Valka are now the Best of Friends, it's actually unreal.

The story goes almost to canon, except the Light Fury is in the sanctuary when Valka invites everyone. Jack and the Light Fury strike up a bond, a slow and hesitant one - oddly the Light Fury seems to recognize him. It's enough to keep her out of the Alpha's thrall and protect Stoik when Toothless is under his control.

After wrapping up with that debacle, Valka goes home with Tooth at her side. They arrive at Berk to find North is docked, bringing a mysterious companion clad in a long and heavy cloak. North introduces him as Aster, a warrior from far away. Jack feels that hint of recognition but not... nothing more profound. At this point, North, Bunny, and Tooth have been reunited.

Light Fury brings Jack (with the other dragon riders following) to a secret island - not the island of Sleepy Sands, but some place off the map. The Light Fury is the one to bring Jack and Nightlight together.

All this time, Nightlight and Pitch find themselves in a familiar situation, pinned in combat, unwilling to let the other leave. They aren't exactly inside of time, trapped in a fight that lasts both seconds and an eternity. Sandy has been keeping vigil - unable to help but capturing any wayward Nightmare or Fearling that escapes.

Jack immediately understands North's cryptic words. He remembers with some clarity that sleeping Nightlight was fused with the dying Jackson Overland, which transformed him into Jack Frost. That Nightlight was the missing part - his literal other half. But if Jack breaks Nightlight free, then they also will set loose Pitch.

The Guardians and the Dragon Riders agree to do so anyways. It goes a little tits up because Pitch escapes from their clutches. But Jack and Nightlight are reunited - yet remain physicall apart.

The Hidden World plot happens with Pitch adding more firepower to the threat. Ultimately in the end, Jack and Nightlight realize that they now have a choice. Jack could remain here, live out the rest of his normal human life with a normal human family. Nightlight could return and take his place again as a Guardian.

But then, Jack Frost will cease to exist. And we go a little more into Nightlight's story, which also shows protective Jack is of Nightlight. Because Nightlight was strong and courageous boy but he had become awfully lonely and tired after eons of existence. Jackson Overland was his sanctuary - his safety blanket against the harsh world, something that goes beyond brotherhood and camaraderie - literally the Other Half.

And Jack will have to choose between returning as a Guardian and fulfilling his duty or staying in Berk to live as he pleases.

#jack frost #hiccup haddock #how to train your dragon #rise of the guardians #hijack #frostcup

[devilsroost]

Is there a chance to learn of this RP script? Or like his origin about how he was found by them and whatnot?

So! The basis of George in this AU is that its a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon type thing, devoid of humans. George was killed, in a tragic way, coming back as a Gastly. He was taken in by a gang, who lacked a ghost and thought he would be useful, being immaterial and all. He could phase through walls, into banks, etc. They also made him battle, evolving him up into a very powerful gengar, making him battle in underground fighting pits, which were fights to the death. He was exceedingly good at it, and brought the gang up to notoriety. Grudge didn't like it, but it was all he knew. He was a henchman. Powerful but stupid, easy to manipulate. Until he wasn't.... he snapped and killed everyone in the gang, fleeing. He found himself in town and was taken in by a lonely, very wealthy woman. Her children had been killed, and seeing this poor, confused, abused Gengar she took him in, adopted him (even though he was an adult) She was an incredibly wealthy woman, who had set up several companies which continued being successful once she stepped aside and hired CEO's to run them for her. She was still integral to decisions for her founded companies. The Van Haunt Corporation, making Grudge, with his new name, George Van Haunt. George wanted for nothing. He was a spoiled, pampered socialite, who's job was to simply enjoy his new found wealth.

Eventually, old age gets everyone but the ghosts and she passed away, leaving George as the sole inheritor to her millions. He was a socialite, attending parties, rubbing elbows with the tippy top of society, perhaps drinking far too much, but in the fun, rich person way. Free wheeling, purposeless, he misses his mother terribly. Also, CEO's now manipulate him. They are vastly more clever than he ,and try to push him around to their agenda, making him sign things he doesn't understand. He wants things to go back to the way they were....he needs to resurrect his mother... Cue the story in this au. where he's headed on an adventure to a land plagued by horrific ice storms, in order to find a way to bring his mum back to life to restore the status quo. And....he's still a really excellent chef

#George #gengar #litten #pokemon #ghost type #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Looked through your masterpost and didn't see this one: what if Tom Riddle (before learning about horcruxes) was isekai'd into Bella Swan on the plane ride to Forks? Does Tom/Bella (Tella?) survive being eaten by Edward? Do they find a way to turn and kill Edward as a vampire? If they get that far, where do they go from there? Love your and vinelle's metas - thanks!

You are the first to ask this, anon, congratulations.

Alright then, sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle just before he gets into soul destroying nonsense finds himself isekaied into Twilight. Let's do this.

Tom Riddle on a Plane (But Sadly without Snakes)

Tom is very very confused, that's how he starts this adventure. He's short, his balance is all off, and he's... where the fuck is he? Planes do not look like this.

After getting off the plane with the herd it gets even weirder. Everything looks different, completely different, he appears to be in America (but no America he's ever heard of) and after looking at his reflection in a window he appears to be a woman who looks nothing like him.

Is he dreaming?

Is this some kind of curse?

Did something happen in class that he can no longer remember or did one of his classmates do this to him? He doesn't believe he has gaps in his memory but one moment he blinked, and he was this. He could have been knocked out and anything could be happening to him right now.

But who would want to harm him?

This kind of a spell, an illusion like this that is so surreal, is difficult to maintain. Tom may have his delusions of grandeur but he's just a Hogwarts student who has yet to even take his OWLs. Even Dumbledore only goes so far as to view Tom with suspicion and contempt, he'd never bother with something like this.

And Tom's classmates, however petty, are too stupid.

And Tom can't remember doing anything that would cause this.

He hesitantly blames himself: he has been looking into very dangerous magic and could be he did something accidentally that resulted in whatever this is. He decides it's best to pretend it's all real to a point: if it's not real then it's up to the healers/his somehow breaking it from the inside. If it is, then if he pretends it isn't he could wind up dead.

As it is, he has no wand and is having issues accessing his magic. Something that is terrifying and completely unfamiliar to him.

Tom Gets Lucky Then Less Lucky

Tom Riddle meets up with Charlie Swan waiting for his daughter. Thankfully, Tom realizes the man is estranged from his daughter and has no idea what Bella acts like either. In fact, the entire town hasn't seen her in eight years.

He doesn't have to pretend to be anyone else.

Praise Jesus.

He learns that Bella Swan is an American muggle, that the year is 2005, and that she's moving to the bumfuck capital of nowhere. For reasons Charlie Swan doesn't seem to know.

Tom goes to muggle school the next day and is horrifically embarrassed as he doesn't know shit. Oh, he's taken a chance to read Shakespeare, but he hasn't had a math course since the orphanage and that was only basic arithmetic. And Biology, with a lab? And he's now expected to know bloody American muggle history, the past sixty years of which never happened for him?

There's also all these social, muggle, American cues that he just doesn't know because he's not American, hasn't been to muggle school in years, and it's over fifty years in the future.

Tom looks like a dumbass, which has never happened to him (as Hogwarts started out assuming little to no knowledge and he at least had the books beforehand). He feels utterly mortified and despises everyone and everything.

He also speaks with a British accent; the Forks kids ask where he got it (as the boys flirt with him AND TOM HATES THEM ALL). Edward thinks Bella Swan is putting on airs and a fake accent, the Cullens all laugh at Tom from across the room (AND HE HATES THEM MOST OF ALL).

Tom catches eye of the Cullens and he is not sure what's going on there except that they are clearly not human. He debates whether to simply confront them or whether to force the information out of them. He's so angry, he'd rather do the latter, but he has no magic at the moment, so it seems he'll have to be sly.

Biology

Well, that's a great plan until Biology when Edward looks at Tom with more rage and hatred than Dumbledore ever has. And Edward's decidedly ginger looking, it's like Dumbledore incarnate.

But Tom is helpless, and he knows it. He has nothing to protect himself, not even his body as Bella Swan is smaller and weaker than he was.

And...

Tom ends up going the paranoid Bella route, sort of. I imagine he latches on to being a vampire (as if this is real then that is exactly the solution for him, provided he can get his magic back later, who cares about being a lady at that point) and spends his time gathering information and finding who is the softest touch.

This means indulging Edward, as surely if Edward truly does love Tom then he'll want Tom with him forever. Then Tom realizes that Edward wants... something but it is not his lady love to be a vampire.

He has no real chances until New Moon and meeting the Volturi at which point he quickly indentures himself to them because at least then he'll be alive and in a position to leave.

Later, I imagine Tom does make a point of killing Edward. But it'll take time.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #tom riddle #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

[elia-de-silentio]

TENTATIVE ANALYSES: BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Chapter 5: The Fatalist's Sorrow

NARRATIVE STRUCTURE

We open with a flashback of Akutagawa's words to Atsushi, about bringing misfortune to everyone he has ever met. He wakes up in the Agency's infirmary, looked after by Kunikida. He reveals to him that the two Tanizakis have survived and are under treatment by Yosano (cue horrific agonizing screams), but also that now that the Mafia is on the war path because of Atsushi, he will have to pull his weight to help them. Alright. Then proceeds to freak the hell out after a casual remark by Atsushi, fretting about their impending doom at the Mafia's hand.

We cut to see an assault squadron by the mafia in action, showing us how brutal and merciless they can be.

Atsushi takes Kunikida's words to heart; the problem is, his trust in himself is so low, he believes the only way he can protect the Agency is leaving it. And so he packs up, and makes the most naïve move possible: he contacts Higuchi and tells her that he is leaving, he is on his own, and they will have to leave the Agency alone. She doesn't doubt for a moment that this is all a ploy, Atsushi is absolutely with the Agency, and sends there the same terrifying battalion we have seen before. Atsushi hasn't even walked outside the neighbourhood when he sees the smoke. Horrified, he runs back to the Agency, to find ... the Mafia completely trashed, every detective perfectly well, and an annoyed Kunikida who tells him to at least help them clean up. The chapter ends with an Atsushi in tears.

NARRATIVE TECHNIQUES

There is a nice use of the setting for all of the chapter, with a plot twist at the end. The panels emphasize the Mafia's power and ruthlessness, with the building expectation that these terrible people will be soon going against our heroes at the Agency. In fact, they do, and ... we are shown the Mafia members trashed around the office, the Agency members none for the worse, Kenji even playing with a mafia rifle. The foreshadowing for the Mafia's power ends up working to emphasize that of the Agency.

CHARACTERS

Atsushi: here he is a lot less determined than in last chapter. While in the heat of the fight remembering Kunikida's words about not besmirching the Agency's name motivated him to fight, here, in an hospital bed with the 'proof' of what the Agency is going through in front of him, because of him, his insecurities resurface. His sense of uselessness returns at full force, and so the 'solution' he finds to help the Agency is leaving it to strike on his own. He also has the presence of mind to retrieve Higuchi's number from her card, but not that to realize that he is essentially applying reverse psychology on her and indirectly causing the attack to come much sooner that it would otherwise had. His reaction at the end is quite interesting: when he notices the smoke out of the buildings he runs back to the Agency out of selfless concern, he is genuinely relieved to find that they're stronger than the mafia ... but he also reasons that the Agency being stronger than the Mafia also means that they're his best bet for survival. His tears of relief and the decision to remain are out of both selflessness and selfishness, the peculiar, complicated mixture of lacking self-worth and desire for survival at all cost that is starting to be a consistent part of Atsushi's characterization.

Kunikida: he hasn't grown to care for Atsushi yet, and it shows. He is quite cold to him, confirming the mindset that Atsushi should 'make up' for attracting the Mafia's attention in them, and then not taking his attempt at an escape nor the motivations for it seriously. It looks like he truly doesn't understant Atsushi's mental state, with his confusion at his tears.at the same time, he is also anxious and pessimistic, exaggerating the threat that the Mafia could be to a group such as the Agency, only to 'casually' brush them aside at the end while regaining a dignified bearing.

Higuchi: noticeable for putting a number that actually could lead back to her to a detective Agency (seriously, why not give a fake number?) and for her blind devotion to Akutagawa. She commands the attack to punish the Agency for defeating him, not thinking about what he'll think of it (not good, probably).

The Black Lizard: for now, I'll group them together to avoid a subsection of one-liners. They look more like stereotypes insofar: Hirotsu is the classy, dignified elder commander, Tachihara the crass hothead and Gin the silent lethal type.

THEMES

This chapter goes to discuss the value of life, in particular the ambivalence that Atsushi places on his own. His leaving the Agency is both because he's scared that they would be in danger as a result of having him, and because he feels that he wouldn't be protected; he returns to the Agency both because they prove that they can defend themselves, and because they look like his actual best bet for survival. As for the Agency members, they don't think much of the whole matter, casually accepting both his leaving and his return. It goes to show that these people will require some emotional attachment to truly care about his well-being.

SYMBOLISM

• The baggage: the huge bag Atsushi is carrying on his back when he exits the Agency dorms to carry away immediate personal belongings. A bit on the nose, I daresay.

• Kunikida's Notebook: a good signifier for his mental state, it is here accidentally held upside down, revealing how distracted and stressed out he is despite his attempts to look collected. All it takes is Atsushi notifying him of that, and he launches in a borderline hysterical rant.

RIFERIMENTI

• Hirotsu Ryuro (pseudonym of Hirotsu Naoto) was a Japanese novelist of the Meiji era, credited with the creation of the 'tragic literature' genre in Japan. They're stories filled with improbable events, melodrama, and romanticism, where the protagonist undergoes an inexorable descent towards destruction, led by an inexorable fate.

And this was all for the chapter. Thank you for reading insofar!

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#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd meta #bsd analysis #bsd atsushi #bsd kunikida #bsd hirotsu #bsd tachihara #tentative analyses #tentative analyses: bungou stray dogs

[matsbarzal]

can I please request angst #14 with Petey??

angst #14. "are you going to talk to me or?"

pairing: elias pettersson x reader word count: 1.3k warnings: angst (happy ending)

Elias Pettersson knew he was good at lots of things. He knew he was a good person, a good friend, an even better hockey player. But the one thing he wasn’t good at? Understanding what he had done to upset you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have a relatively good understanding of the stupid things he did, he knew he had made plenty of mistakes in your relationships, easily fixable ones, really. Except this time.

It had been almost four days of complete radio silence, no text, no call, no FaceTime’s, nothing. You had sent him a thumbs up the moment he landed and told you he had landed, and no response since. Elias could easily tell you had been on your phone, snapchat stories and twitter likes popping up on both his feeds every now and then, but he could not fathom why you hadn’t texted him in days.

You had fought hundreds of times before, little spats here and there, petty arguments that just turned into nothing when he brought home your favourite food, but never an argument to the extent that you wouldn’t even text him.

“You alright over there, Petey? Lookin’ a little queasy… oh shit that rhymed, look at me go,” trying to ignore Brock was even more difficult than trying to understand why you weren’t texting him, especially when said blonde was his best friend and could pick up on every social cue Elias was giving off.

“Fine, yeah.”

Shrugging his shoulders slightly, the Swede thumbed through his phone, bringing up your contact card and then exiting out every few seconds. “Y/N still not texting you? You sure you didn’t do anything before we left?”

Tossing the phone onto the table in front of him, Elias groaned as he tried to rack his head for what he could’ve done wrong before leaving Vancouver. There was a multitude of things it could be, there was a spat right before he left the apartment, an argument over moving the cars, which somehow turned into him suggesting that the two of you should get a dog.

The Swede couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment in your last two days with one another where he might have upset you to the point of not speaking.

Halfway across the country, your eyes had barely left the box you had found sitting in Elias’ top drawer since he left. It was all you could focus on, your eyes constantly moving to find the little black box that you had moved to the top of the dresser, its closed lid haunting you, taunting you the more and more your eyes peered to it.

Elias hadn’t made any indications that this was what he was pushing towards, you hadn’t even realized he was considering this. Two years into a relationship, you knew it was possible, but you just didn’t realize how possible.

You loved him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t, but did you love him enough to get married? Maybe. But add in the constant bickering, the continuous fights, the never-ending spats that had no regular conclusion and usually just consisted of some form of idiotic makeup in the hopes the both of you would forget about what you were arguing for anyways.

The silent treatment may have been petty, all of Elias’ texts going unanswered, snapchats only being sent back every time the timer would appear next to your streak. You knew it was childish, and was probably terrifying your boyfriend, but your brain couldn’t fathom what to do, couldn’t fathom what you wanted.

The game against the Canadiens had been explosive, the Canucks losing horrifically, and Elias’ play just an even bigger catalyst to the team. It was the first game you had watched where he hadn’t played his best, the turnovers were consistent, his numbers were down, his penalty minutes were even higher than usually.

And you knew there was a large possibility you were the main cause for his deterioration of play.

Pulling up your phone from its spot stuffed under the covers, you scrolled until you reached his contact name, the little blue dot beside it just an indication of how many messages had gone unanswered in the last few days. Before you even had the chance to send a message through, his contact name appeared at the top of your list.

are you going to talk to me or am i going to come home to an empty apartment tn? not sure what i did wrong but this isn’t fair

You could feel the guilty instantly seep through your body at the text message, your eyes welling up with unshed tears at the message that came through. Elias was your best friend, the epitome of everything good in your life, and something about that just terrified you.

i’ll be here when u get home, ‘Lias. have a safe flight xo

A large sigh of relief left the Swede’s lips when the three bubbles popped up under your name, an even bigger sigh leaving his lips when you said you’d be home when he got there. He allowed his phone to drop in between his legs, his eyes focusing on the iPad in front of him, currently playing reruns of New Girl, your favourite show to watch together.

Almost six hours later, you heard the sound of the lock clicking, the door swinging open to reveal a dishevelled and thoroughly exhausted-looking Elias Pettersson.

“So, are we going to do this now? I told Brock to set up his guest bedroom, I’m not arguing all night so let’s just get this over with,” his keys were tossed onto the centre island, his eyes never leaving yours as you tried to rack your brain for what to say.

“I found the ring… in your top drawer.”

Your stomach turned as you watched the array of emotions fly across Elias’ face; confusion, frustration, anger, sadness, everything smoothing together before he placed a stoic look across his features.

“You freaked out and ignored me for almost five days, because you found a ring in my drawer?” The scoff fell from his lips almost beautifully, his features twisting into annoyance as he looked at you.

“I just… I didn’t know how to react. We argue about everything, ‘Lias. We literally fight about the colour of the sky, and you’ve already bought a ring?”

Moving so he was sitting on the couch opposite of you, the Swede turned so his entire body was facing you, the stoic look now turning into a look of concern.

“Y/N… we fight about everything because that’s just how we are. Our fights have never, ever turned into anything serious. We argue with each other because we both never want to be wrong, that shouldn’t be a reason for you to freak out and not want to marry me one day, my love. Just because I have the ring doesn’t mean I want to get married tomorrow. It’s my grandmother’s engagement ring, Emil let me have it for the day I eventually propose to you. I didn’t buy it, it’s been sitting in that drawer for ages.”

You could feel the embarrassment settling in your stomach at his words, your stomach turning as you tried to think of a response. The only thing you could muster up was an apology, your eyes never leaving your hands as they twisted amongst each other.

His body moved closer to yours, one arm wrapping around your back as he gently pulled you into his side.

“You don’t need to apologize, just maybe instead of going ghost, argue with me instead? Since when are you one to hide your feelings, especially something like that?”

Shrugging your shoulders at his words, you felt his lips press against the crown of your head gently, his hands squeezing your side as he did so.

“Pinky promise that you won’t do that again? Scared the shit out of me and Brock, and Brock never gets scared.”

Pushing your pinky finger towards him, he wrapped his own around yours with a smile small, his head pressed against yours as he squeezed your pinky with his own.

“And quit going through my drawers, nerd.”

“Don’t leave your clothes in the dryer then and I won’t have to put them away for you, Pettersson.”

note: thank you for requesting this!! i hope you enjoy, and it's everything you wanted. it's not too angsty, and it has a happy ending so hopefully that's perfect. <3

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[hostilepoet17]

Listen, if I was writing 3x10 based on the footage we've seen so far, it would be incredibly angst ridden.

Buckle up for my season finale.

The fight scene between Nandor and Guillermo would be a case of Guillermo insisting that Nandor shouldn't leave the house without his protection - that it's his duty as his bodyguard to protect him after all. Nandor would dispute this, dismiss Guillermo's role and this would lead to them engaging in stupid feats of strength/power in the house to one-up each other (chucking the knife, knocking each other over, etc as seen in the promo).

Then Nandor would leave the house anyway, but Guillermo would follow him (Nadja and Laszlo, at a loss and unwilling to see another housemate leave, also decide to tag along). When Guillermo catches up to Nandor, he finds that his former master is in danger (listen, I haven't worked out all the plot yet - I am not being paid to write episodes, I just have The Nandermo Brainrot. Maybe it's the loved one of a vampire killed at the theatre seeking revenge? idk) and rushes to protect him.

However (here comes the angst, kids), Guillermo is fatally wounded while protecting Nandor. NOoOooOoooOOoooo.

Nandor panics, finally faced with the reality of what he actually has now that he is about to lose it. Nadja and Laszlo are frantic, urging to Nandor to hurry up and change Guillermo - because they're a family in their own weird way. They can't keep losing members of their lil family. Nandor is conflicted - he is being confronted with the reality of how much he cares for Guillermo, he cannot bear to lose him. But he doesn't wish to burden him with becoming a vampire - even though that has been Guillermo's wish all along, he truly doesn't believe Guillermo has grasped what that will mean for him.

Nadja is furious and desperate, yelling at Nandor to get on with it. Finally, Nandor relents and bites his dying companion, before feeding him some of his own blood.

Guillermo stills and moments pass by slowly as the vampires look on, but nothing happens. They're all confused, wondering why nothing has happened yet, why isn't it working? (I rewatched 3x03 and Gail's transformation and revival was instantaneous - was that the werewolf part of her? Maybe. But for the purposes of ✨angst✨, we're going to assume that the process is immediate. So whhhhhyyy isn't it working???)

Nadja is the first to acknowledge that it hasn't worked, that it was too late. Laszlo reaches out to comfort his friend, to reassure him that he did all he could. But Nandor is devastated, and collapses against the body (car-cass...cah-cass...) of his dear Guillermo.

This is where 3x10 would end, Nadja and Laszlo holding one another looking on as Nandor weeps over Guillermo's body.

And the song that plays over the credits? Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine bc y'know, pain and a Twilight nod.

There would be a mid-credits scene in which the sound cuts out because the boom mic operator is overwhelmed by the scene before them, and the camera would jerk and pan over to the crying documentary team member. I think this would be important to bring in that team to this moment - they have followed Guillermo for three years, witnessed some of the most horrific and pivotal moments of his life. To watch him die before their eyes, in the arms of the vampire he served, would be truly upsetting.

And thus ends season 3.🦇

(Season 4 would open with the big reveal that Guillermo has indeed survived! Yaaaay! Cut to footage from after the finale where he suddenly revives - turns out his Van Helsing DNA made the transformation a little trickier than normal. Cue research montage of Laszlo and Colin Robinson in the Vampiric Council archives! Oh yes, because Colin Robinson is also baaaaack - cue long talking head of Colin Robinson explaining how he was reborn through his clones or whatever... the point is, these characters are all FINE. Season 4 is then about Guillermo coming to terms with his newly vampiric state while Nandor confronts the reality that he simply cannot be without Guillermo. Season 4 is all about ✨Nandermo rights✨

#what we do in the shadows spoilers #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #i can't be arsed writing an actual fic #so here we are #wwdits speculation #nandermo #nandor x guillermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #colin robinson #3x10 #promo spoilers #my thoughts for a season finale #long post

[peachy-cream-writer]

How would the demon brothers react to MC doing the dry pasta-neck crack prank on them? They walk up to a brother and just, "I have a kink in my neck, could you just give it a little pop?" And when the brother tries, MC bites down on the dry pasta they have tucked in their mouth making a HORRIFIC and concerning cracking sound.

Lucifer / Mammon / Beel / Asmo and Levi reacting to the dry pasta prank

Warnings - mentions of neck cracking (no actual neck cracking though)

AN - Hello anon! I was so stuck with what to write for Satan and Belphie :( if you’d like to request them when the requests are back open then feel free! But today I was finding it a bit tricky, I hope this is okay though!

Lucifer

❀ Lucifer kinda just didn’t react

❀ LMAO as bad as that sounds he kinda just stood there like ???

❀ “I apologise Y/N, I wasn’t very aware of my strength”

❀ Like GURL- YOU COULVE JUST BROKEN MY NECK 🥴

❀ Lucifer is just a little confused, especially when you show him the pasta and start laughing

❀ Poor bby doesn’t really understand the joke - where you hurt? Did he hurt you? Why the fuck do you have dried pasta?

❀ Either way he just goes back to massaging your neck firmly and muttering about how silly you are sometimes

❀ A secret smile on his face - it was kinda funny ...

Mammon

❀ This man straight up screamed

❀ He screamed so loud he alerted all the other brothers and could probably be heard throughout the whole of Devildom and the Celestial Realm

❀ Poor boy just about starts to cry because one it made him jump and two he thought he straight up killed you-

❀ When he hears you giggle his screams cease and he stood there confused, angry and pink

❀ Cue a 5 hour rant about how you shouldn’t do that to him because it scared him but then also he wouldn’t have cared if he hurt you but at the same time he almost died thinking he’d injured you.

❀ It’s a confusing conversation and Mammon is one emotional boy 🥺

❀ But he’s also kinda proud ... you really got him there

Leviathan

❀ Similarly to Mammon, Levi screams

❀ Instead freezes in place, hands still planted firmly on your shoulder / neck

❀ “Y/N ... are- are you dead?” He just about whispers

❀ At that point you burst out with giggles, he looks so stunned and scared

❀ Quickly you jumó to give him a hug and explain the joke which he only managed to breathlessly laugh a little at, in a Ha .... haha ... ha ? Kind of way

❀ The rest of the night he was in a little bit of a grump due to his embarrassing reaction

❀ But you continued to tease and coo at him which have him the attention he was also seeking form you after such a scare

❀ Just don’t ever mention this to his brothers 

❀ They'd never let him live it down, he never fell for pranks usually .. being Mammons usual victim 

❀ Seriously never tell anyone - or you're sentenced to 100 years of cuddle prison, no leaving - ever!

Asmodeus

❀ Asmodeus was simply shocked and horrified because he said and I quote

❀ “My darling I’m the best at massages! Come here my angel”

❀ And just as he was getting really into it he heard the snap and he straight up pulled you into his lap and was tearing up

❀ He was a blubbering mess, thinking he straight up snapped your ass in half

❀ Quickly you calmed him down by cuddling him and telling him it was just a lil prank

❀ Which made him a little angry but still very much relieved

❀ His bby was okay!

❀ Either way you now owe him a massage

Beelzebub

❀ SOMEONE COME GIVE THIS BOY A CUDDLE

❀ Man Beel panicked so much when he heard the noise, similarly to Asmo he quickly pulled you into him and cradled your neck in his hands

❀ He was stumbling over his words, mumbling so many apologies and talking down about himself

❀ You felt so bad you didn’t laugh

❀ Instead you just hushed him and pulled him closer and whispered that it was just a silly joke and that it was okay

❀ Most of the night you ended up feeling very guilty about the fact that you’d made him so worried 🥺

❀ He was also given his own massage with plenty of kisses and snuggles

❀ Even after the event Beel did mention that he kinda recognised the sound, having eaten dried human pasta before and hating the bland taste

❀ But his fangs practically demolished the pasta making a few more crackles and pops

❀ But even then ... he was just so scared :(

#obey me x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me fanfiction #obey me x you #obey me x y/n

[harajuku-omega]

ABO Ghosts

⊗ Ghosts still retain their scents to an extent. It’s not as strong as it once was when they were alive, but they can be smelled the same way someone that’s very far away can.

⊗ Omegas, despite being nurturing in nature, are most likely to become highly destructive poltergeists. This is because Omegas are far more inclined to extreme emotion and may have hard times dealing with unfair and/or untimely deaths. They’re also the most likely to disturb pups.

⊗ Alpha ghosts are usually not overly violent (though any ghost can be evil), but they have hardcore attachment issues. Alpha ghosts can very easily become smitten with a family/resident and follow them from house to house. Their instincts to “protect” their charge(s) can also lead to them scaring important houseguests away (and even the people they’re protecting). They also tend to screw with the air’s temperature a lot.

⊗ Beta ghosts are the most chill, but they also have a penchant for possessing people. They tend to have a very sluggish, melancholy energy that infects their surroundings. Generally, Beta ghosts like to tamper with the emotions of the living, and a lot of those haunted by them report a constant feeling of being watched.

⊗ The ghosts of older pups, regardless of dynamic, tend to be very helpful. They’ll wake residents up at the same time everyday, put things back where they came from if they’re left out, and even leave scribbly notes around as reminders (if they can write). They do tend to be pretty clumsy, though, so things getting broken will happen kind of often.

⊗ Pup ghosts are probably the easiest to deal with—just don’t cross their parent if they have one or answer to the wailing at night.

Now for the scenarios because I have waay too many

⊗ An Omega that died from being poisoned by her mate. She hasn’t been a ghost for that long, so she has a seemingly endless pool of enraged energy at her disposal. She’s especially bitter toward Alphas, tormenting them to near death so that they move out as quickly as they moved in. Then, suddenly, two Betas show up. The fact that they’re not Alphas and their naturally calm personalities serve to turn that anger into pure curiosity.

⊗ A lonely Alpha being soothed to sleep by the sound of crooning at night, then waking up to remember that they live alone.

⊗ An Omega moving into an apartment that’s been haunted by an Alpha ghost for centuries. The Alpha quickly develops a crush on the Omega and has absolutely no idea what to do since they’re from a completely different era. The Omega receiving a bunch of antique courting gifts and finding that they can’t have flings over without it going south in some way.

⊗ Adrenaline junkies (usually Alpha/Beta teens) deliberately seeking out Beta ghosts to see what it’s like to be possessed by them.

⊗ Omega ghosts being the most popular horror film characters because they’re the most gruesome.

⊗ A Beta ghost that has a pup being completely taken with the pup of a new family that moved in. They encourage their pup to show themselves to them so that they can play together since they’re a similar age. Cue the family of the living pup being very confused as to why their child is playing tag with thin air.

⊗ The confusing affair of being bitten by someone who’s been dead for three years (oooo astral bonding could be a thing too).

⊗ A whole pack that was killed in a horrific accident not being ready to give up their old territory.

⊗ A parent not listening to their child complaining that there’s a lady in their closet that “smells funny” and “stares at them when they try to sleep every night.”

⊗ A living Alpha that basically becomes a parent to the ghost pup in their house. It’s not uncommon for them to scold the air any time something gets broken, then feel bad when they get an incredibly messy “I’m sorry” note.

⊗ A tall Beta/Alpha couple being scared shitless of the tiny Omega ghost in their house. They have a genuine reason to be, though, because every night they get their own personal Blair Witch Project experience that they have to survive through.

⊗ A particularly aggressive Alpha ghost locking a family inside to “protect them from the outside world,” but not considering that they have to go out to buy food and water. They don’t relent anyway and the family has to find some way to escape.

⊗ A happy-go-lucky Omega trying to cheer a Beta ghost up rather than exorcising them.

⊗ Oof imagine how crazy it would be to be an exorcist in the first place.

Hopefully this hasn’t been done before lol

#omegaverse #abo #a/b/o #omegapost #alphapost #betapost #i might actually write smth with one of these #hc #headcanon

[damedamedame]

okay, i’m back, sorry i can’t get enough- can i request headcannons of teru, tsukasa and akane walking in to their s/o in the corner of the room sniffling, and instantly thought someone or something hurt them, and was bout to throw sum hands? But in reality they were just crying over a really sad fanfic. you don’t have to accept if you a lot of request alr doe, but thanks if you did 💞 :3

VARIOUS X READER HEADCANONS - REQUEST

“For Real?”

NOTES: ayyy you’re back :00 !! thanks for requesting againnn by the way my inbox is like a fuckin desert so no worries :333

P.S. - i don’t accept tsukasa usually but like,, special exception :3???

-

-> TERU MINAMOTO

As the President’s girlfriend, you are allowed full access to the Student Council Room much to Akane’s dismay.

You know what?? Akane’s gonna get kicked out again if says anything :DD

But he doesn’t really mind you.

In fact: you mind him.

*stressed (Y/N) noises as he continues to gush about Aoi*

Anyone who says ‘Hey, you can’t go in there!’ because you’re not a part of the student council shall be ignored :’)))

Teru’s got his eyes on everyone lmaoo

did i just make him sound like a yandere?? n-nah

ANYWAYSSSS 👏👏👏

You use the Student Council Room for *ehem* r e a s o n s. No, you definitely don’t use the room to read fanfictions and visual novels. Nope. Not at all.

But you actually do >:333

You’re inside that very room right now, tapping away at your phone to keep reading the next passages of the oNE OF THE SADDEST VISUAL NOVELS YOU’VE EVER SEEN—

saeyoung choi, anyone?

Then comes in Teru.

PLEASE CUE TERU BLINKING SEVERAL TIMES AND FROZEN IN PLACE AFTER SEEING THE TEARS JUST RUNNING DOWN YOUR CHEEKS

Nonono, Teru never wanted to see you cry about anything ever !! :((

He’ll do everything in his power, a whole dang lot of power in his hands, to keep seeing that smile of yours.

Frantic, he rushes over to you and kind of just,, pats your head as you sniffle and sob as you watch the screen.

He’s only ever had to deal with Tiara’s tantrums and guilt over having to scold Kou, okay??? What?? Is he gonna cradle you until you fall asleep?? Is he gonna ban you from seeing Hanako even if you can’t see him??? WHAT DOES HE D O—

Observational skills on point as always, he sees a someone on your screen, and heart wrenching words if he only knew the context behind it.

“...Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“HE ALMOST DIED TERU I COULD HAVE GOTTEN THE BAD ENDING AND I—“

Teru just. small smile and eyes shut, if you get my drift.

He’s lowkey confused for about a few seconds until he connects the dots with his,

b i g b r a i n ✨

You were only reading a visual novel. You just told him that you almost had a bad ending. That guy on your screen said those words. You were crying because of a fictional character??

Huh. Maybe he should pick up one of these novels and read them with you,,, if he had the time to squeeze it in his schedule— oh who am i kidding, he’ll squeeze in time to be with you no matter what.

“Should I contact the developer...?”

“tERU NO—“

-> TSUKASA

Damn rat might kill anyone who makes you cry smh smh.

I mean... business, am I right???

OKAY I’LL STOP—

You’re one of the ✨ School Mysteries ✨

How did you die? Well, let’s just say there was a truck, a phone and an unfortunate incident that’s been talked about through hushed whispers and murmurs.

Speaking of phone, dang thing’s still stuck on your hand for like,,, ages. Not that you care very much. At least the afterlife gave you some entertainment :’)))

You’re with Tsukasa for whatever reason— Once he showed up inside of your Boundary, he just clinged to you ever since. He’s cute, you admit, if you look past the terror he’s done to spirits.

Tsukasa has never granted your wish. You didn’t have one, really, but you still didn’t understand why the pesky ghost didn’t ask terrorized for one. Despite that being his job. And why he’s here. But like— whatever lol.

What he DOES do is ask you to never leave his side. What you didn’t know was that Tsukasa never granted or asked for your wish because he didn’t want you to leave him once it’s done ala horrific.

i—i forgot my point here bUT ANYWAY MOVING ON DJDBDB WHEW LONG INTRO

You’re in your Boundary, the endless hallway, and chlllin while scrolling through your phone for fanfiction to read while you’re dead. The usual. Yep, this is pretty much why you died but lmao you’re just,,, doing it again.

gentle reminder for anyone reading to not use your phone while walking across streets >:000 i care about your safety guys !!

Now where was I? oH yes.

You find a particular fic about your favorite pairing from when you were alive. It still is. Fluff, they said, it’s only fluff... It was not fluff. IT WAS A REALLY FLUFFY ONE UNTIL IT WAS NOT :(((

Tsukasa, who left for personal business, returned to see you bawling and rolling down on the ground and clutching your phone tightly.

“(Y/N)??? Is that a new exercise you’re doing???”

“nO >:((((“

He sits down cross-legged next to you, curious eyes landing on your body still rolling around because of that OnE LiNe. Most likely pokes you until you stop and pay attention to him.

You pout, ‘So cute <33’ He ponders upon before smiling far too widely at you like dude why you gotta smile like that it’s creeping me out.

Hesitantly, you showed him the screen, hoping he’d understand how much distress you have at this moment.

He did not.

“AHA! (Y/N)’S CRYING BECAUSE OF A SAD STORY!” He says with the widest fuc ki n grin.

You take back the phone, blushing immensely out of embarrassment for showing him the pic and him l a u g h i n g at you.

Eventually, Tsukasa stops. He softly tells commands you to look at him. Very very carefully, you take a quick look.

Then he pinches both your cheeks as hard as he can, slight blush on his face.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! I’ll make sure no one else makes you cry like this.”

-> AKANE AOI

Oh boy.

Looking at the clock on the wall, then over to the piles of notes laying about on the table, you wonder where the fuck your boyfriend could be.

It was quiet, too quiet for your own liking. Everyone else had gone back to their homes or went out with friends.

And you??? You’re here.

Waiting for Akane since the beginning of time.

omg time pun

Inside the library.

IT’S REVISION DAY DAMN IT— PLUS YOU HAD A TEST TOMORROW AND AKANE JUST SAID HE’D TUTOR YOU ABOUT IT HDBDHE

You look down on the notes you made, words barely of any interest for you, and put it down on the table. “A little quick peek.” You say as your hand shuffles for your phone in your bag.

When you DID find it, you frowned. No new texts from Akane. Awfully strange, since he’d text you 23/7 prayer circle punishment break

Then you see a notification pop up... then you find out your oh-so-loved fic has finally updated after a week of waiting. Patience running thin, you decide to read the ol’ thing.

Bad idea.

You couldn’t stop reading after a long long while. The words simple captivated your mind as of a puppeteer controlling one’s puppet. Besides, Akane was bending the rules, so why can’t you???

Speaking of time boy,

AKANE WAS HURRYINGLY DASHING TOWARDS THE LIBRARY IN S P E E D.

Teru had pushed off all his paperwork on him because he felt an eerie feeling about an apparition hanging nearby.

“The least you could do, Aoi.” He says, flashing a bright smile and leaving Akane alone in the room. HE HATES THAT GUY >:(((

Everyone around him gave him weird looks, but were already used to his old Aoi shenanigans. So they all turned a blind eye.

SUDDENLY THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN :0 !!!!

AND HE ENTERS, PANTING, AND SEES YOU.

Initially, he’s glad to see you waiting for up for him. BUT THENNN HE SEES YOU SOBBING.

“(Y/N), did I really take that long???”

“N-No, I-I’m not—“

Your eyes are obviously puffing up from the amount of tears you shed after reading a 5000-word update.

Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to show the phone to him.

Akane’s real concerned, to the point where he’d gladly use his time-freezing skills just to check if no one was bullying you through your phone.

And after many MANY attempts to get your phone, he did it.

He stopped time. Just to see what’s on there.

Of course, he had to know what exactly made his love so sad and read the whole thing in like,, under a minute— boy’s got mad reading skills i tell you.

Finally! Time! Comes! Back! AND YOU STARE IN HORROR AS YOU SEE AKANE HOLDING AND READING WHAT’S ON YOUR PHONE

Your exact thoughts rn: s c r e e e e eEREE

Akane looks at you, a chuckle hiding behind his lips. The thoughts of you crying lingering in his mind now replaced themselves with how cute your flustered face is right now.

“Did you really cry because of this, (Y/N)?”

“Q-QUIT IT!”

Somehow, your boyfriend is such a damn tease when it came to you— tHERE ARE APPROPRIATE TIMES FOR THIS NOT NOW >:00

But still... he’s good too.

Akane wipes the tear about to escape from your eye, enjoying how your face blushed tenfold with a sly smile.

“I won’t let anyone else ever make you cry.”

-

NOTES: did you enjoy?? uh anyways— masterlist on the way :))

@astrxrism

#teru minamoto x reader #akane aoi x reader #tsukasa x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #minamoto teru #akane aoi #jshk tsukasa #i am in dire need of fanfics

[red-hood-vigilante]

more hbo spn rambles, thoughts, drabbles etc. long long post.

part 1 here

there’s some things i’ve omitted here bc others have already posted about those things, certain headcanons and characterizations and stuff. those posts are in my likes somewhere (and i’ll reblog them someday), and there’s some posts i’ve read but not liked, which i now can only vaguely remember, which is why some ideas/thoughts are similar

ALSO most of these follow the model i talked about in part one: how s1-5 will stay more or less how they are but s6-10 is changed (some things are cut out entirely, some things are tweaked and some characters + arcs are more fleshed out. more focus on sam’s trauma and post-cage adaptation to the real world as well as dean letting his rage and control issues consume him and how he’d recover and redeem himself)

as i typed these paragraphs, i realized i really have 10 seasons mapped out and ready to go. hbo hire me!!

alright go:

sam and dean get wearier as the show progresses (second half), and eventually they stop putting so much care and thought in the people they save. like...hm how do i say this, like as long as a victim/victims are saved, they don’t care about how that happens or how those people suffer potential consequences, like if the victims lose a limb or have their homes burned down because of the monster, then sam and dean don’t really care. they saved your life, now they’ll leave you with your life in potential shambles and not care because all that matters is that they saved your life, not how it is afterwards. they still care about saving that one person, but eventually it pales a little in comparison to a war between heaven and hell, being the vessels etc. ---> saving people becomes less about making sure they’re actually alright and healing from horrific events and more about just making sure they have a pulse before they move on

when angels lose their wings they are either burned off in the actual fall or ripped off of them in their vessels, which leaves pretty nasty scars on the vessel

ed and harry are so young and bright eyed about the whole hunting thing; sam and dean as kids, idolizing it, finding it exciting and intriguing when they shouldn’t. sam and dean try to get them out of the business before they too are too traumatized and desensitized to do anything but hunt. neither sam or dean will say it but they are jealous of ed and harry and their freedom to leave, and hate them for choosing this voluntarily instead of being dragged into it by tragedy

hbo spn is a slow burn. there’s a lot more shots of sam and dean in silence just sitting together after a hunt, exhausted and too tired to move yet. they’re covered in blood and guts on the side of the road after killing or covered with dirt in a graveyard after burning bones, sitting next to the fire, just watching it. the times they park the car and watch the stars? we get to see it. 

dean wears rings and the amulet all the time in the beginning, for the first five seasons. the rings vary; first they’re some of john’s old ones and stuff he finds in thrift stores. then later on he begins wearing rings from people they’ve saved/haven’t saved as a keepsakes etc. when he begins his descent to the holy murderer in s6-10 he wears less and less rings. they don’t matter anymore -> symbolically shedding who he was and what mattered to him

the only accessories sam has is a rosary/cross around his neck. he has jess’ engagement ring in his pocket/wallet. after the cage he vaguely remembers why the ring was there and who jessica was (more on this further down)

the four horsemen are manifestations of different aspects of human nature at its most grotesque and strongest, can’t be killed as long as humans live. war is conflict, famine is desire, pestilence is physical and mental illnesses.

(the seven sins are like the horsemen, tulpas of human nature instead of demons)

death isn’t a concentration of an existing aspect of humans as much as it is the end of life, the antithesis of life. death the oldest of the horsemen and has existed since the beginning of any life, organism, cell and atom. the opposite of life and light, the other half of god (as i’m typing this i’m confused as to why  amara was the opposite of god instead of death). death isn’t evil or good, remains 100% objective. doesn’t care for sam or dean at all, but has a begrudging respect for their stubbornness and entertainment they provide due to their flat out refusal to do as they’re told by celestial bodies when anyone else would crumble

by including death i feel like it very naturally begs questions of who decides when someone dies, when someone lives, why would death follow these guides instead of reaping whomever whenever, what happens if a life isn’t reaped at the right time etc. the reader in me adore the idea of death having a library with books and records of everyone who has ever lived and died and how they died - but then, who writes these books and why? do they decide, and if in that case, how? these questions are above my paygrade but you know what i mean? like there has to be some sort of system right, god created everything, death executes to maintain order, some third party deity writes the laws and the books. the three branches of government. ok but it’s hbo so again, i think we shouldn’t dive this deep into things, like as much as these topics intrigue me i don’t want to stray too much from the dirt road trip aesthetic

shapeshifters are extremely rare because they don’t require any kind of human blood or organs/sacrifice to live

i want more exploration of how magic is like science, like it just needs the right ingredients and right conditions. sam thinks of magic as an obscure branch of science; it just requires research and knowledge and clear intentions because science can be controlled and do a lot of good when used responsibly. dean doesn’t like it. he doesn’t trust the unpredictable elements and he’s seen enough to know it never goes well. magic is a force that can’t be controlled by anyone.

sam and dean have full on fist fights regularly. to practice and keeping each other sharp, but also because they’re siblings. they’re feral, insane and unhinged with each other and they get on each other’s nerves A LOT. it’s petty and childish and sometimes it can get a lil ugly but it becomes their way of family therapy. after a fight the next scene cuts to sam and dean with ruffled clothes, nosebleeds and swollen lips at a diner eating silently after beating each other up. either they sit in silence because they’re tired or both are harping on the other’s openings and weaknesses

sometimes they’ll fight a little dirty but they do so in different ways; dean will pull the old ‘look!’ and point to something and then tackle sam when he turns to look while sam will just cry out in fake pain which makes dean stop dead in his tracks before sam headbutts him or kicks him in the groin

we, the audience get used to these fights, they’re sometimes funny and for comic relief, sometimes for narrative purposes (like tricking a monster they’re fighting each other when they’re really not) BUT. then comes the times when sam and dean are actually fighting without holding back and we see how much they are capable of hurting each other or how heartbreaking and difficult it can be to watch when of them are incapable of fighting back/doesn’t defend himself -> swan song when dean doesn’t fight back against possessed sam, or when dean beats soulless sam unconscious

sam and dean also just verbally bully each other constantly but they do have their odd ways of expressing affection and care. they get the other person their fave snack whenever they go grocery shopping without being asked to and are the only other one they truly trust to have their back in hunts. have a cup of coffee ready before the other asks for one. brothers and each other’s best friend. nightmare duo but in a sweet way. the cooperation of ‘the usual suspects’ when they’re in different interrogation rooms but still has the cover story down to a t. code words and code names and cover stories, they know it all

when sam and dean fight together against a common enemy they’re a damn nightmare - because they know each others weaknesses and habits, they cover each other perfectly and in complete silence. they’ve been at it together since they were kids and read each other’s nonverbal cues like a picture book

to build off of what i said in part 1; the winchesters are pretty hated in the hunter’s community. even the people sam and dean frequently work with (bobby, ellen, jo, ash, rufus, bela, kevin, charlie, castiel etc) roasts them all the time and don’t hesitate with calling them out on their self-pitying crap when it get’s too much (spn was just objectively better when characters weren’t afraid of dragging sam and dean through the mud for being selfish and stupid) and this WILL persist in hbo spn. the only reason people continue working with sam and dean is because they know deep down a lot of the things that happens aren’t sam and dean’s fault - but they still blame them for it. doesn’t make it easier how sam or dean sometimes start crap on purpose to save the other

the winchesters are terrifying and people for sure tell stories about them, but not like ‘they’re heroes’, more like ‘they’re insane and dangerous. stay the fuck away from them’. some stories are true, like how they’ve worked with demons, but some are just game of telephone. (dean has apparently a ghost he is frequently possessed by while sam is actually a mutant vampire). hunters hate and are scared of the winchesters. sam and dean are never invited to hunter stuff (burials, memorials etc) but crash them nonetheless even though the hunters do NOT want them there.

you know what drives me insane when i think about it? how some characters in spn already are their hbo spn counterparts; john. mary. adam. maybe kevin?

other things that already are their hbo spn counterparts: dean throwing away the amulet right in front of sam. eyes burning when angels are seen. how ghosts are just tragedies, stuck in a loop they can’t leave. how a lot of the monsters they meet are just victims or their circumstances or the first victim of a curse. the impala being sam and dean’s home. dean not knowing how to comfort sam when he’s upset other than trying to do things for sam that usually brings dean comfort (driving the impala, listening to rock music etc). the roadhouse. heaven being an eternal version of the memories that made you the happiest even though it’s not real. sam wanting independence and freedom but never fully having it. dean fearing being alone more than anything else and that’s where he always ends up. sam has an eating disorder after the demon blood and dean has an alcohol problem he refuses to see as a problem. dean saying “i’d do it again” without an ounce of regret and pouring himself a drink when sam tells him it was fucked up to lie to him about gadreel

the demon/angel hybrid: THIS could be sooo interesting to explore. an angel and demon hybrid are you kidding me?? not to toot my own horn too much but i’m so clever. i should write this story myself. SO. does this creature have parents who fucked in their vessels or was this an experiment by god (yes i love the ‘mad scientist’ idea, that really should’ve been played up way more) or did a pre-existing creature (human or otherwise) drink demon blood and angel grace at the same time so that it created itself? so much potential for some really intriguing storytelling and character exploration - not only the creature itself and what they would be like, but also for the people around; sam, dean, castiel, jack etc. how would they react to this thing that is the very definition of defying heaven and hell and all the natural laws? does it exist before the show starts or will we see its birth?

the powers of the demon/angel hybrid would be tricky; a mix of holy and defiant, grotesque and beautiful. unconsciously forces people to tell the truth when talking to them. poisons whatever they touch. eyes of a demon, wings of an angel. can smite but skin will burn when touching iron. can do deals but will require a sacrifice in return, not a soul, usually a body part taken then and there (the hybrid eats it. it favours eyeballs and the liver - angels like raw meat). lights always flicker. makes things explode when angry (esp people and cars). can manipulate feelings, thoughts and memories. can travel to both heaven and hell, not welcome in either places. + standard stuff like telekinesis, teleportation, mind reading, super strength etc. 

sam and dean’s wardrobe are pretty much the same; whatever’s cheap and not covered in blood. however, they do have stylistic differences. sam thinks graphic tees are funny, dean uses whatever’s black combined with john’s leather jacket. their wardrobe melds as they stop thinking of themselves as individuals and more of “me and my brother,”. their clothes are tattered and torn to shreds all the time. hand me downs, hand me ups. when they stray off their “path” and do things that are the crux of a storyline/character arc, this would reflect in their clothes. when sam is with ruby and becomes more and more “evil” he wears more and more red, a colour he has stated in the past he doesn’t really like. when dean is dead, sam starts to wear his rings and john’s and dean’s leather jacket. when dean decides he’s going to say yes to michael he dresses in white, when sam is dead dean takes off every piece of jewelry except the amulet. he holds it clenched in his fists when he’s whispering what comes close to a prayer

logically the amulet should have a backstory but you know what? i love that it’s hinted to be just a piece of cheap jewelry sam found in a thrift store he decided to give to dean. but narratively it should be explained so... idk. what could be logical solution as to why it would react to GOD himself? maybe god wore it once cuz he thought it was neat but he sold it for three dollars because he wanted coffee and then sam found it a week later

i would prefer it if god didn’t show up at all (absent father number one) but if he DID he’s not all powerful just a true neutral (like death, 100% objective) who created a thing that just took a life of its own, much like a parent and a child - the parent helps the child but can’t control it. the times he did intervene or tried to do something it didn’t really have any real long lasting effect so he gave up on trying a while ago. 

@spneveryseason talked about this, how the storyline of sam being possessed by gadreel would be horrifying if we saw everything from sam’s perspective instead of dean’s (her fic is wonderful). in the ‘dean slowly descends into a righteous murderer to become holy’ idea i have this tracks so damn well because again, if dean believes something is right, it is right, no questions about it. everyone around him is like “that’s really fucked up and you should make amends” but dean doesn’t see any reasons for why - sam is alive isn’t he? and seeing it from sam’s pov would really underline how horrifying, dehumanizing and belittling that experience was

john and mary are adam and eve. sam and dean are cain and abel are michael and lucifer. time is a flat circle. history never stops repeating itself. 

sam is the villain of s4. he is manipulated and key information is withheld from him but in the end... would it made a difference? it crossed his mind, that he could be tricked because ruby is a demon after all, but maybe he likes the power, the feeling of freedom, that he wasn’t just the baby, the one who always needs permission to do things. if he has to drain possessed people to get that power... so be it. and it’s for a good purpose, until it isn’t. he’s hungry for more, to be feared and respected. he’s enticed by lucifer’s sweet words, the potential of all that power and the idea of ruling two out of three realms. dean manages to pull him back from the brink because sam decides he doesn’t want to be what john thought he was and fail dean and himself like that.

dean is the villain in s9. he is controlling, the mark of cain without the mark. what he says goes - it’s not a democracy, it’s a dictatorship. he doesn’t see how much pain, doubt and fear he causes the people around him. if some victims or civilians die on his watch that doesn’t matter - just some collateral damage. sam can’t make dean listen to him because dean is the older one, the one who’s always called the shots. dean is the angelic one, heaven’s chosen warrior, he is untouchable and unkillable. he’s is an excellent killer, filling the void with blood and rage which is better than the crippling fear of loneliness carved into his bones. 'i butcher for love, to protect,’ he tells himself. ‘why shouldn’t i exterminate, regardless of the cost? i’ve followed the rules, i’ve always sacrificed. now i call the shots. it’s my right.’

sam’s hell trauma is never magically removed. he’s stuck with the memories and the nightmares and the occasional hallucinations. castiel can’t do anything but offers to wipe his memory completely, but sam says no, he is still doing penance. 

after dean comes back from hell he starts calling himself old man and jokes a lot about he’s 40 years older now (after he’s more comfortable about speaking about hell) 

when sam comes back he feels ancient (he’s over 900 years old at least but he lost count), weary, tired and so so so out of place in this world. he’s forgotten how to put gas in a car, how to drive, how to use a credit card, all the song lyrics he and dean used to yell together, the faces of people he knew before he fell, the softness of a bed, the schools he went to, most of the hunts he and dean, how john died, who mary is, the initials carved into the impala, the taste of food that isn’t raw meat. it’s so much he’s forgotten that he has to relearn. he prefers figuring things out with castiel instead of dean because castiel doesn’t silently resent him for everything he’s forgotten

sam doesn’t laugh anymore. despite dean’s many and castiel’s few awkward attempts, it’s more like quick smile and a quiet “hmm”. on some days he recoils when he sees blood and guts, on other days he’s so apathetic it’s unnerving

sam sympathizes with the brought back mary and castiel more than ever. dean tries to get sam to remember things he’s forgotten from his childhood but sam can’t connect with it anymore. he stopped being that sam a long time ago. dean doesn’t know what else to do than try to force this connection to be revitalized and he fails. sam isn’t that person anymore and this wedge in their relationship becomes a central factor in dean’s s6-10 desperation and isolation. sam is here and safe but it’s not really sam, not the sam dean grew up with

while sam has forgotten how to make coffee, he now knows everything about angels, effective torture tricks, a bunch of lore + biblical history, how to navigate hell, the most powerful and influential demons, rare and powerful spells as well as perfect enochian (he will speak enochian without realizing and it feels more natural than english). lucifer and michael were surprisingly talkative (raging about the unfairness) when taking their anger and hatred out on sam and adam and each other. sam had access to all of lucifer’s memories and knowledge for the time he was the one in control. walking library and encyclopedia of biblical lore.

he still has some muscle memory from hunting and sparring, but sam is ghostly thin and very rusty. even though he’s an expert on lore, he’s not fit to go on hunts anymore and he knows it. 

sam remembers adam and swears he’ll try to get him out, but he can’t. just thinking about the cage makes him vomit. he can’t talk about it, much less go near it. after a while sam thinks it might be better to let adam stay down there than let him come back up and feel this crushing emptiness and loss of direction

sam’s trials take place in s9 instead of 8; coinciding with dean’s villain arc. for sam the trials are a chance to redeem himself again, this time for good by closing hellgates forever. they’re scrubbing him clean of the demon blood and his sins and they give him a sense of purpose again now that he can’t join hunts anymore. it doesn’t matter if he dies because of it. it would be nice with a permanent and peaceful death that did something good. dean is taken aback by sam’s devotion to repent for something that happened years ago and for something sam has already paid for a thousand times over. dean realizes how messed up he himself has become and how he’s helped put sam here, on the cusp of self sacrifice again because of sickening guilt and self hatred. dean begs sam to not complete the trials at the cost of his own life and swears he’ll better himself, be a friend and a brother, not a jailer, dictator or a murderer. ‘if you won’t give yourself or life another chance, please give me one.’ ---> s10 pacifist dean learning to let go of the control, the violent tendencies and the rage

oh wait what if gadreel still possessed sam after the trials to heal him but sam is the one who invites the angel in? he’ll keep his promise to dean about staying alive, as well as heal from the inside and have breaks from the world when he doesn’t want to be present, like he and gadreel will alternate being the one in control. he keeps it a secret from dean and helps gadreel imitate him so dean won’t notice. it’s not so bad, being possessed by this angel - sam can say no anytime and gadreel is a nice guy. since they alternate on who’s present they can access each other’s memories, which is terrifying and embarrassing at first, but since gadreel and sam have been tricked and used by lucifer and been punished for it for far too long, they understand each other. now another creature knows their trauma and terrors without the need for verbal explanation. also having an angel residing in his body makes sam feel like he can hunt properly again because gadreel can heal him and take over in situations sam’s overpowered. this could show how messed up sam has come to view himself and his body. 

dean is conflicted when he finds out; sam lied but gadreel does help sam heal, sam’s traumatized and his self-worth is fucked up and dean has contributed to that. dean convinces sam to push gadreel out, that sam is still valuable, loved and a good person who shouldn’t be in a place where he views his body and mind like a property to be occupied. sam’s faith begins to come back bit by bit, not in god, but in himself, his brother, in the good things in life. they build their little family; sam, dean, castiel, the hybrids, whomever of their allies that are alive at this point.

castiel can heal sam and dean’s wounds but they are never completely gone; they leave scars and phantom pains. the brothers have SO many scars over the years. dean flaunts them to impress people because he likes the questions and the fearful admiration, the attention and the nods of approval. sam hides them.

when dean is in a bad mood or needs to get his mind off of things, sam just drops something like ‘i don’t get the deal with led zeppelin. one of the most overrated bands of all time’ and dean will go OFF every single time about the entire led zeppelin history, their discography and how they’ve shaped rock music. this will go on for hours and sam will zone out after 1 minute. but dean rants nonsensically the entire drive and it does get him to think about something else for a little bit. they stop at a motel and dean is STILL ranting while brushing his teeth. stops when going to sleep but without fail picks up where he left off the morning after and is so into it he doesn’t notice sam not paying attention at all. we could see this once in s1 when they’re searching for john, another in s3 when dean is anxious about his deal coming to an end and then again in a later season, when sam doesn’t remember to ask/doesn’t have the patience or mental capability, so they’ll sit there in tense silence, showing how much they’ve changed.

---> i can see this SO clearly in my head, how they’ll get in the car and we, the audience, will recognize the camera angle, the same lines and dean’s grumpy mood, and we’ll anticipate what comes next. but sam isn’t that kid anymore and he’s not peeking at dean to gauge what his mood is and how much of a shit eating grin he should wear when being an annoying little brother to cheer dean up. now he’s looking out the window, leaned back, they’re not looking at each other. this shot is a minute or two long, uninterrupted. dean turns on music but neither are singing along or doing anything to lighten the mood. 

s1-5: sam gets hooked on demon blood, dean has an alcohol problem. when sam goes through withdrawals, dean decides to quit drinking and joins him because he wants to be supportive, and he realizes that when he drinks two beers for breakfast there’s a problem

s6-10: sam takes painkillers, anti depressants and anti psyhosis meds to numb himself from the phantom pains and reduce post-cage effects. dean started drinking again after sam jumped and still does, but started smoking in addition because he still drives a lot and doesn’t want to die in something as pathetic as a car crash. 

there a scene in an episode in the first half of s8, when sam has decided to stay with dean instead of amelia, and dean has rejected benny in favor of sam, and then the brothers sit in a couch watching tv while drinking beer and neither of them look particularly happy about it - that’s how their relationship is a lot of the time. they know they’re fucked up and neither of them will ever be truly happy when the other’s around, but they owe each other so much and they don’t have to explain themselves to each other the way they do to others. they know each other so well, each other’s traumas and the things they’ve done, it feels fake and exhausting to try to be something other than the veteran hunters they are. misery loves company; they are miserable together but would be far more miserable apart and living a normal life. they do love each other, but neither of them are particularly happy as the show progresses. family is hell and so is the lack of it. 

OK OK i mentioned it in part one, how i had my own very specific idea about how jack should come to be and here it is. long winded but (might just write a damn fic): 

after lucifer was cast back into the cage, he is stronger than he has been in a long time (being in his true vessel helped him stretched muscles he forgot he had. and fresh air.) sam is pulled out of the cage and it leaves a rift in the magic and chains - the binding is weaker and lucifer must act fast to get out before it heals. the cage is still strong enough to hold two archangels, so lucifer has to become weaker somehow to slip out through the cracks. he can’t get out of the cage, but souls can come in. demons bring themselves and human souls as tools for lucifer to use. there’s not much he can do here - consuming them, eating them, touching them, dissecting them doesn’t give him what he wants

eventually lucifer realizes he must do like azazel and create something new of two halves, like when he created demons. he begins melding his archangel grace with a human soul. he tries with demons, but his archangel grace automatically purifies them and leaves them too weak. he must try with a human soul who is good. he finds the soul of kelly kline, who sold her soul to save a loved one. with her, the merging, works. 

he has another self, a twin, a son, who’s half human and half archangel. half lucifer. the old lucifer will die but that’s ok, his desires, presence and self will live on in his new creation. the new lucifer barely makes it out of the cage, only able to due to its human side. on earth it creates a body for itself and takes shape, no longer a form of pure power and energy akin to the sun itself but now a person, reminiscent of kelly kline on earth and lucifer in heaven. they name themselves jack. jack searches for familiarity and finds it in sam, their old self’s perfect tool and another hybrid. jack finds a mentor in castiel, a younger brother and fellow angel with human elements. they do not find anything in dean, the key to his former self’s doom.

jack’s powers: their powers are like and unlike the angels because he is half archangel. jack has wings but sometimes they don’t work, or they’ll end up somewhere else entirely. their body is their own, not a vessel, so jack can’t possess people. doesn’t talk but people “know” what they’re saying or want because jack emits their emotions and thoughts to people they’re talking to like a radio tower. jack can also have this empathic connection and communication with animals. his mood affects the weather. immortal. reads minds. can remove a soul from a body and send it to heaven/hell by touching it, with practice they don’t need to touch a body. 

other stuff about jack: the human/archangel nature means jack only need sleep and food once a week or so. eats only nougat and raw meat. because jack is a kid they nap a lot. levitates when sleeping. never blinks, stares intensely at everything. their eye colour changes based on their mood. eyes glow in the dark. normal humans who look at jack for too long experience memory loss, fainting spells or migraines and eye contact for more than 10 seconds give vivid hallucinations of their worst nightmares. always barefoot, often floats like 10 cm off the ground because they find it more enjoyable than walking. wears the wildest clothes they can find, nothing matches and nothing is weather appropriate

i have a very specific image of jack in my mind; they look like delirium from the sandman comics with the hair that looks like it’s underwater and the fishes floating around their head, here and here are examples. in live action this would look not good or maybe even ridiculous for sure but in animation... endless potential for angels and monsters to have super interesting designs sigh

castiel’s arc should end with him going from blind soldier, to the unwilling ruler of heaven, finding a place on earth with sam and dean, becoming closer with humanity and eventually a father of three (the hybrids). 

#hbo spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #iben spoke #ok i'm tired of looking at this now #i just needed to get these thoughts out of my head to get some peace and quiet #more character centric than part 1 #and it turned into such a long post.... jesus #i should make a separate post for post cage sam headcanons #ana if you see this i'm so sorry to drag you into this mess but i wanted to give credit where credit is due

[katsidhe]

How about Family Matters for the SPN reviews? I'd love your take on some SoullessSam.

I took a sabbatical from these for the end of s15, but now I’m Back. Here we go!

6.07 Final Thoughts

I love early season 6 as a meditation on the ways that Sam is present when he is absent, and absent when he is present. Making Sam objectively, provably Not Himself does some lovely and horrific things to drag the ways he has been forced and forces himself to fit certain molds into the light. 

We open on Sam, whom Dean has beaten bloody and unconscious and tied to a chair, for the crime of—*checks notes*—saying he feels there’s something wrong with him, and that he needs help. Boy, I sure do wonder why Sam was reticent. A mystery. 

Okay, but actually, those aren’t Dean’s reasons. Because he went way overboard. Sam was not a physical threat to him. Dean was certainly upset about the you-let-me-get-vamped thing, but he wasn’t overcome with rage over it. This was not 4.21, or 4.04, or any time that Dean has lashed out at Sam in anger or desperation or because Sam was fighting back. In fact, this wasn’t Dean lashing out at Sam at all: Dean is cold, Dean is putting down a threat. Dean beat Soulless!Sam unconscious precisely because he was not Sam enough. Dean is lashing out at the unbearable possibility that the Cage might have changed Sam, indelibly, forever, to be someone that Dean won’t recognize. And that implicit degree of judgment is utterly terrifying. 

Lies and honesty in season 6... it’s a whole thing, webs within webs, really. Cas will later be excoriated for hiding his deal with Crowley from Dean and Sam. Both Samuel and Cas are lying to Sam for the whole season about who rescued Sam, and Crowley is lying to them both in turn. But the fact that Sam literally didn’t know what was wrong with him or how he escaped Hell but was expected to confess anyway, along with the way Cas and Dean stand there discussing Sam’s status and diagnosis over his head, is an excellent illustration of the way that lies to and lies about Sam are treated. 

Also, Cas, entering the brunt of his woes post-s6: the way that Dean and Sam, and especially Dean, take his assistance and his involvement for granted. He’s been inducted into the family, and he’s glimpsed the utter loyalty demanded, but now those demands will really start to kick in. “Your problems always come first.” lmao

Soulless!Sam is remarkably cooperative! He relies on a tactic that mid-seasons Sam uses actually quite a lot to win over Dean: persuasion via self abasement. (I’m the least of any of you, I know I’m a freak, I know I  messed up)… it’s appeasement, full-throttle. “I’m sorry, Dean, I won’t do it again,” he says, with admirably well-leashed insincerity. 

It’s so obviously, delightfully performative. It makes me think about 15.17, and other times in late seasons, when Sam is relying on these tried-and-true tactics to talk Dean down. How much of that is performative? How much does Sam truly believe? How much does Sam believe in spirit but not in word? The potential for dishonesty and slant truth is fascinating. 

Soul (or lack of soul) touching!!!! Cas didn’t even heal Sam’s face first, because he knew we wanted to see him all bloody :) 

The treatment of Family also gets a good shake-over in season 6, with the introduction of the Campbells. Dean’s open hostility towards the Campbells is unsurprising; he’s threatened, he’s suspicious, and it reminds me of how Dean felt when he discovered Adam in 4.19. 

And yet Dean uses a similar tactic on Samuel as Soulless Sam is using on him—offering trust in the hope that it’s returned. “You call the plays,” he says, apparently without any sense of irony. 

Dean accuses Sam of having “no instincts.” And that’s--both true, and precisely untrue. Sam able to figure out every kind of cue this episode quickly and keenly, not by empathy, but through observation. Also ironically, Sam’s ease with following Samuel’s orders is so close to Dean’s sense of instinct, as he would have defined it pre-series! Do what Dad asks, because he’s family: you can really see Sam’s confusion when Dean isn’t on board with that. 

I think we should appreciate how baffling the back and forth in Family (tm) is for Soulless!Sam. He set himself up to follow the Rules as he understood them: save people, hunt things, obey Dad Grandad, only for the goalposts to move. 

What’s interesting here is, as Soulless says himself, he doesn’t actually need to stick around with Dean. He could have left. Reasonably, around the time that Dean gives him the “I drive the bus, I call the shots” speech, he should have been out of there. We are supposed to feel disappointment at the prospect that they broke up but I mean goddamn, who wouldn’t run from that ultimatum. The real twist is that he decides to stick it out.

I love the brief flash of genuine fear Soulless shows when Crowley threatens to throw him back into the Cage. 

Soulless!Sam is still so fundamentally his own person, even when he’s allowing himself to be led around by the nose by Dean. And yet… he’s just as compromised as Sam is. He’s got that fear of being swallowed up, by Hell or by Dean. Being twisted into something he is not, being forced to fit a shape he can’t survive: that’s the point at which he’ll fight back. But up until then? He’ll stretch himself quite agreeably to meet expectations. He’ll fit himself into the imposed mold without complaint, whether it’s Samuel’s or Dean’s, and he’ll feel a real sense of relief to have that structure. 

Unlike many other soulless people we’ve seen, Soulless!Sam doesn’t operate at all on id. Rather, he reads to me as the precise opposite: ego and superego run wild. He places too much weight on divining and acting according to what his tiny society thinks is acceptable. All his survival drive is bent towards consequence, towards the judgment of pragmatic outcomes, rather that what he’d like in the moment. He doesn’t mind hurting or subsuming himself temporarily to gain a later advantage. He feels safest when fulfilling expectations, both practical and moral. He’s built himself a scaffold to support whatever it is he knows he's become, and he uses it to defend himself against the guilt and failure and agony that he remembers, that he’s desperate not to return to. 

“This family—this is it for me now,” says Soulless!Sam to Samuel, and even though he’s lying, I think he’s telling the truth. 

#thanks for the ask! #6.07 #sam and soullessness #sam and dean #this is a really really good soulless episode #the number of compromises soulless sam is willing to make is staggering #denugis #4.19 #15.17 #final thoughts

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Insurrection.”

Hope ou guys like this one and how it turned out. I am super excited to write the aftermath of all of this tomorrow, so stick around for that obviously :)

Have a great day. 

“Adam, Damnit Adam, wake up!” The man lay on the floor of the shuttle head tilted back mouth open, fast asleep. Krill didn’t mind him sleeping, but there was one problem.

The life support.

This shuttle was clearly only meant for short detours in space, probably to one of those passing space stations or satellites. Krill would have flown the ship himself, but it turned out that his armspan wasn’t wide enough to break both beams of light at the same time. Either way he could only move the ship forward, away from any help, or in useless circles.

Overhead, a low rumbling was the siren for the ship.

“Commander, please wake up.”

The man didn’t move, his chest and stomach moving up and down slowly in his sleep, an unnatural sleep.

Krill turned to look around the shuttle, trying to find anything he could use to wake the man, but no luck, he could find nothing. The ship was a wasteland of useful tools, and he was suffering.

He had just moved to the front of the ship, and was trying to reach the two beams of light, without any luck, when there was a bright flash of light before him in the darkness. With a yelp, he staggered back and tripped onto the floor holding his arms out to block the horrifically burning light before him. When the light did not abate, he rolled onto his side and hid his face against the floor.

He wasn’t sure what was happening.

Had someone found them? Was there an explosion of some sort?

What was going on.

Finally the light subsided and he was able to lift his arms, still reeling from the blast of luminance that had poured down on him.

Looking out the window.

He froze in awe, surprise, and shock.

The Space dragon stared back at him, its massive head arching up into infinity, its great solar-sale wings spread around it.

Behind him, Commander Vir moaned, and krill turned to look as the man pushed himself to his hands and knees and then lifted his head. 

***

“Deus”

Commander Vir sat on the floor of the shuttle in astonishment.

“I….. its… you.”

The dragon dipped it’s head just slightly curling through the air like a massive ribbon spun through the air.

“What are you doing here.” HE asked taking to his feet and walking over to the viewing window.”

The dragon did not answer, but spun in a tight circle.

“Well…. I. I don't know how you got here, but look, we are running out of air and desperately need to get back home. I would owe you forever if you helped us.”

Adam couldn’t hear anything of course, and even the inside of his head was quiet, but, somehow, he got the sense that the creature was laughing. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but he definitely hoped that it was laughing with him and not at him.

“You will need to hold on.” 

IT was the last thing the dragon said before racing out with the end of it’s tail, wrapping tightly around the ship, and then spinning in a tight circle.

Krill and Adam ended up plastered together against the far wall with the sudden acceleration.

And then came a bright flash of light, and they were gone.

***

They had been found out.

Of course, Sunny had expected as much. She didn’t imagine that a bunch of brightly colored butterfly burg, imprisoned for 400 years would go unnoticed by the rest of the hive, but there it was.

They knew that something was going on, and had begun pulling back towards the throne room to protect the queen. Luckily for her and her people, the shock troopers had managed to surround most of the large pockets of Burg fighters and were holding them off OF course, that did not stop everyone from making it back, and Sunny and the others were forced to dewal with an increased flux of burg as they retreated back down the tunnels.

She tried her best not to kill too many of them, but there was really no other choice when they got in her way.

On any other day she would have been happy to run them all through with great prejudice, but she was keenly aware of the burg king lurking at the back of their group, and didn’t want to ruin diplomatic relations before they even started.

Hijan was somewhere on the other side of the throne room, with the egg, waiting for her cue.

Sunny and the others were almost there, and ready for whatever was to come.

Behind her, Cannon Ramirez and Thomas covered the burg king, Thomas having all the luck of his brother and being covered in a thick layer of blue icor from the Burg he had helped to Kill. 

THe man wasn’t as good as the marines, but he had enthusiasm.

She still couldn’t stand how much he looked like Adam, and his death brought bitter emotions rising into her throat.

She choked them back down spinning her spear behind her back as she crouched on the floor, one knee planted and waiting.

They were there for a good half hour before she gave the signal, and the group of them began to move forward.

The doors to the throne room were well protected, but, sending Ramirez around to one side as a second distraction, she watched as they were drawn away by his yelling voice and the gunfire. He would be fine seeing that the king had given them inside information on the layout of the palace, not that she would call this place much of a palace (more like a cesspool) but to each their own.

But together, the remaining group of them hurried forward towards the open door, cracking it open with only a slight rumble, and sneaking into the shadows behind a tall line of stalagmites rising from the floor in front of them.

Cannon and Thomas stacked up behind her as she pressed herself against the wall.

Looking around the room, sunny made a face of absolute disgust.

She could see, by way of delicate beams of light trickling form vents high above, and in that way she could see the throne room, covered in slimy moss, gelatinous ooze of a creamy white substance.

Some of it, held what she could only assume to be eggs, though that confused her considering the burg king told her the egg room was down the hall in the other direction.

“What has she done.” The king whispered in disgust.

Sunny was glad to hear it because she wasn’t entirely sure what she would have to think of him if this was the normal state of things.

It wasn’t just the slime and the thin beams of wan yellow light, but the floor was covered in refuse, mostly molted skin in great slippery sheats, and discarded food. From the edges of the room, the floor roze up into a sort of high hillock where the queen sat now.

Adam came unbidden to her mind again as she thought about what he might say of the sight.

Either: Jabba the Hutt called, he wants his body back, or something along those lines.

“Jeez.” Thomas whispered form her left, “Jabba the HUtt called, and he wants his girlfriend back.”

Sunny glowered down at him, and he went silent. Only Adam was allowed to make horrible star wars references.

Granted she had no doubt that Thomas had been forced into watching them with his little brother, but still it was Adam’s thing, no one else cared enough for it to count.

“What is happening.” THe queen demanded, and Sunny cringed again at the gelatinous way her voice spilled from her open mouth.

She only hoped the king was right when he said that the queen wasn’t supposed to look like that because if he was lying than they had the ugliest empress on the face of the universe. And just below her, there stood ranks of the royal guard. The biggest baddest, ugliest burg to go right along with her, with their massive mandibles and thick trunk-like legs.

“In position.” She whispered over her line 

And Hijan came back with a slow on and off of her mic, so she wouldn’t have to speak.

Sunny motioned the others off, and together they spread out in a wide circle keeping to the shadow and slowly surrounding the room.

That was Sunny’s cue.

With a deep breath, she stepped out into the light of the cave, hoping that everyone else was in position.

As soon as she appeared there was a sharp hiss as the burg drew up. The queen gurgled, “What are you doing here!” She demanded 

Sunny watched all the eyes turn to her, and planned on keeping them there as long as she could, “I am here to offer you terms of surrender. Either you step down peacefully as queen of the burg, or we remove you.” She lifted her spear, “The hard way.”

The queen gurgled some more, “You will not threaten me! Not when you are alone, and my guards still stand.”

There was a sharp hiss as the burg drew forward their weapons held ready.

“I am warning you now.” Sunny said, “One last time. You cannot win this fight. Better to live than to die in your own juices.”

That only made the queen more angry and she screeched, “Kill her!”

Sunny dove to the side just as sever projectiles of light energy shot through the spot where she had been.

The burg guards charged her, but not all of them made it more than a few steps before they were taken from behind.

Cannon appeared from the darkness spearing one through the back and caving in the skull of another with a brutal backhand to the face.

Hijan’s soldiers did the same, appearing out of the darkness and taking the distracted burg by storm.

Sunny continued rolling until she was behind a rock, and then unpredictably came out from above slamming into two of the guards with her spear. They hit the ground and she dispatched one before rolling away.

Someone screamed from the other side of the room, and she turned to watch as Thomas charged down from the top of the cave and straight towards the Burg, he shot one in the face before slipping on the slime and ending up on his back. A burg tried crawling over him, its weapon raised, but then thomas spat straight into its open mouth.

The reaction was immediate and grotesque as it fell to the ground clutching at its face.

Thomas stood, and with a huge grin, he ran around the room chasing after burg, and if he wasn’t shooting at them, he had turned himself into a spitting cobra.

Hijan appeared from behind a rock, the new egg cradled in one of her lower arms like a football.

Sunny ran a burg through with her spear.

Atop her pedestal the queen was screaming for her guards.

They tried to get close, but the burg were fighting ferociously, and more of them seemed to be appearing by the second, spilling from holes in the ground and up onto the surface.

Sunny yelled orders from where she stood.

They weren’t getting any closer.

Hijan was overrun for a moment but managed to break out, holding the egg up and away from grasping hands.

“Over here!” Someone shouted, and Hijan turned her head to find Ramirez not too far away, his hands raised.

She lobbed the egg underhand without a second thought, and Ramirez dived forward to catch it hitting the stone hard and then rolling behind a rock with the egg tucked to his chest.

The burg chased after him, but Hijan took out a few of their number.

Sunny hissed in pain as a blade cut her along the upper right arm, spinning her spear back and thrusting it forward into the chest of her attacker.

They were being pushed back towards the doors as more and more of them filtered up from the ground. Thomas stood on a rock and was spitting down onto the crowd indiscriminately as he had no need to aim.

Sunny snarled in frustration, still they were losing.

And then there came a plaintive cry of pain. It wasn’t very loud, but it made the room turn and look up to where the queen sat covered in blue as her own lifeblood trickled down her front, and over her stood the burg King, his magnificent kaleidoscope wings glittering like stained glass in a single shaft of sun. In one hand he held a sharpened blade, and as they watched he drew it even more forcibly across the queen’s throat.

Or at least the part below her face.

She flailed for a moment and then wriggled and then flopped wetly to the ground at his feet.

The room was silent.

And then an uproar.

“QUICK, THE EGG.” He bellowed. Ramirez had rolled out from behind a rock and raised his hand trying to figure out where to place it, a sea of burg between him and the burg king.

***

The orbital ring of the Burg home planet was awash with chaos. Debris was littered everywhere and it was taking all the maneuvering skill of the pilots not to destroy their ships on a ton of stell rocketing around the planet at thousands of miles an hour.

The burg fleet and the combined GA fleet were locked in combat. The GA fleet bigger and more powerful, the burg smaller but more nimble.

One of the Celzex light cruisers had been separated from the main body of the GA fleet and was being harried from all sides by diveboming burg ships. Their weapons were to slow to manuver and fire at the burg. And each beam took minutes to charge.

Outside their shields were being slowly worn down, the once glowing blue energy a patchwork of holes and tears frayed and fuzzy at the edges where the energy was attempting to seal them back up.

But it was no use.

The ship rocked as an incoming burg attack hit them broadside.

“Left deck compromised.”

The Celzex leader cursed.

They weren’t gong to win this one, and he knew it. Their weapons were, ironically, too powerful to be used on such small opponents.

The ship rocked again and another deck decompressed, leaving more and more of the Celzex to die a painful death.

It was almost over now.

And then all blackness was lit by a bright beam of white light. The rocking in theis ship stopped suddenly as everyone within visible radius was blinded.

When the fleet looked up, and the light abated, they stopped in awe as the massive space dragon uncurled itself from it’s tight ring.

WIth one sharp flick, its tial lashed out sending a projectile roring onto the battlefield.

The Celzex stopped in awe as the alien ship roared from the darkness and (using powerful unknown energy weapons) Sliced straight through one of the burg cruisers. IT made a tight turn flying with the skill and dexterity of a complete madman as it made quick work of the remaining burg which surrounded the Celzex ship.

The great dragon flicked it’s tial once again.

There was a flash of light, and one of the burg ships went spinning off into blackness, shedding metal and material in all directions.

The alien ship cut around dodging through the debris, and though it was smaller than any ship there, it made quick work of what was left.

Behind it, the great beast spread its wings wide as the shuttle hurtled towards the surface of the planet.

***

The Egg left Ramirez's hand spinning up into the air in a great slow arc. But at the last moment his foot slipped on a slime pile and the tips of his fingers brushed over the surface, minutely changing the course of the ball to go spinning high and away from its intended target.

Sunny watched in despair and shock, but then, the roaring of an engine, and a burst of light, maverick came plowing through one of the holes in the ceiling with her jetpack, grabbing the egg from the air and spinning in a tight circle to deposit it in the hands of the burg ing who was slowly being advanced on by the burg royal guard

As soon as the egg came in contact with his hands, he raised it high over his head, and with a sharp crack, broke the outer shell.

Two halves of the egg fall to the ground, and he was left holding a small wriggling maggot with large dark eyes.

“Behold, your new queen!” The room grew very still and ver silent for a moment. For a second, Sunny thought that they had failed and the burg were going to pick up where they had left off, but suddenly a burg in the first row lowered to her knees bowing her head, and slowly, with her demonstration, came the others, dropping to the ground and bowing their heads.

“And as caretaker of our new queen, it is my duty to stand in for her until she is old enough to speak for herself, and with that I order you to call off the attack.”

There was a pause among the ranks before one of them lifted her head, “We cannot.”

“And why is that.” “We are the queens guard and loyal to her in all forms, but the others are loyal to the ideals she place upon them.”

“Then you will help us in our fight. If you cannot convince them then they must be destroyed.”

They bowed again and took to their feet.

Their leader began to give orders, and Sunny was surprised to find herself in the center of a tide of burg as they spill their way out through the cavern.

Those who did not surrender were destroyed as the Burg kin had promised.

Those who did not wish to fight the army spilling out around them fled outward from the caves and onto the open battlefield of grass and stone.

Sunny came with them her spear flashing in the light overhead as she cut through those who would not yield.

Their numbers were dwindling.

Shock troopers spilled in from all directions to help.

Sunny ran her spear through the chest of one of the burg and turned searching for another target.

A radio went off to her side.

“Shock 1, come in! Do you copy!”

The human shock trooper lifted his hand and keyed the radio, “Yeah go ahead.”

“We have an alien ship inbound to your position. Sir there is a dragon and a-”

“Slow down what is this about a dragon.”

Just then a dark spot appeared up above in the sky with little trails of exhaust streaming out beom behind it.

The last burg were falling on the field before them.

Sunny finished off one last body, letting it fall to the ground at her feet.

There was one more shape now, a black dot on the horizon retreating into the distance.

Sunny drew back hr spear.

And that is when the shape plunged from the sky and slammed right into the retreating burg.

ITs body vanished and a spray of blue engulfed the front of the alien ship, which now covered the moldering body underneath.

The battleground went silent.

There was a sharp hiss and a billow of smoke as the door popped open.

A silhouette stepped down onto the dirt.

“Is it just me, or do I have perfect timing.”

Sunny’s spear clattered from her hands onto the stone. The smoke billowed away, and a figure came stumbling from the smoke coughing and waving a hand.

“Damnit, i think I might have pushed her a little too hard.” Said Commander Adam Vir

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

***

The stone was nice and warm beneath his feet, great mountains of stone and grass rising up on either side of him. He took  breath of deep fresh air as Krill stumbled out behind him looking as sick as a Vrul could look.

A soft breeze tugged at his bare chest and arms.

Before him, an entier army stood in shock and awe.

He scanned over the crowd falling on familiar faces as he went. He was surprised at some of them. Hijan and the Sentinel, Ramirez, Maverick, Cannon. 

His eyes passed down the line meeting finally with familiar orbs of gold. They stood there for a second, staring at each other from across the smoking field of corpses, and then a shout. HE turned his head just in time to be plowed into by another figure, dirty and covered in blue sludge.

“ADAM!” “Thomas!” he could hardly believe his eyes, as his older brother squeezed him tight and picked him up off the ground in his enthusiasm, arms pinned to his side.

The two of them spun in a circle as Thomas laughed and pitched into the grass.

“You’re alive! I can’t believe it! You’re alive!”

IT was his cue that broke the silence, and an uproar followed them as other feet pounded across the open plane. He was hauled to his feet by Ramirez and crushed in a hug so tight it may well have broken his spine.

Maverick punched him in the arm so hard it should have left a bruise, and Hijan and the other Drev chanted and raised their spears for him.

But his eyes still searched for another figure, one he found lurking at the back of the crowd

She stood there spear in hand held held high.

Silent.

He managed to slip out of someone’s arms and  duck over to where she was, slipping out of the crowd unnoticed while they tried to figure out where he was.

HE stopped before her suddenly not sure of what to say.

She looked at him.

And he stared back.

“It’s good to see you.” he finally said lamely.

She was quiet for a moment, her golden eyes boring into his face. She raised hr spear, and for a moment he thought she was going to run him through, but the blade stopped inches from his neck, “If you ever do that to me again, I WILL kill you.”

He raised his hands going cross eyed as he stared down at the spearhead, “Sunny, if it means saving your life, I would do it again.” The speartip winked in the light between them.

And then he smiled, pushed it aside and moved forward quickly.

She seemed surprised as he quickly and discreetly stretched up on his toes and pulled her closer.

Their foreheads touched for a second before he drew back hand still on her shoulder, “Though, this does mean I at least owe you dinner.”

She snorted, “Oh you owe me a lot more than that.”

“Maybe I do.”

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Leech Lord - Eridians, Sirens, and the great Destroyer

The Eridian empire was vast, timeless, and completely insular. Their species had watched hundreds of others crawl out of backwater planets over the eons and race headfirst into extinction shortly after, so hairy little pink monkey bipeds that made irritating noises and had gross soft bodies didn’t exactly hold much interest for them. 

Their only real interactions with the system’s humans were with the Siren hosts who were drawn to Nekrotafeyo over time, women who’s energy hummed in the same melodic frequency the Eridians used to communicate, and they would have been more than happy to keep it that way.

Incredibly technologically advanced and so long lived that they would seem immortal to lesser species, they were completely unchallenged in their total dominance of the Galaxy... and still would be if they hadn’t fucked up so badly. 

Big ol’ lore post under the cut, baybeeee:

Siren Song = They just vibin, man. 

It's the constant, endless sound the great powers make. They are alone in that place of other, floating through the endless dark of eternity, so it's not a form of communication or an attempt to reach out - it just is. It just exists in the same way the Siren entities always have and always will.  Maybe they aren't even making noise and the song is just how human brains translate the information they are taking in? Who knows. Not really any of our business anyway.

It reverbs through everything linked to them, so eridium, Siren hosts, Eridian architecture and ruins? They all sing, it's just that most can't hear it.

Pandorans can over time because they live so close to the greatest reservoir of eridium that exists, and it is screaming under their feet. The problem is that once you start hearing it? Well, you can’t really go back.

All Siren hosts are drawn to Pandora not because of what their brain tells them, not cause they want riches, or to make a name for themselves, or to be a Vault Hunter, they are drawn there because it feels like home. Somewhere in the back of their minds, in a part of their brain they can’t access, the song is still singing.

Eridians = Ancient insectoid race of space farers. Cool guys. Really good at poker, terrible at charades.

Through a mix of technology and natural affinity to the great Sirens, developed premonition (future thread sight) and warp travel (colonised a huge amount of planets). Communicated through a chittering song on a frequency inaudible to humans. 

It was similar enough to the hum Siren host’s emanate that they tolerated the women’s confused pilgrimages to their home planet, drawn by the melodic lure of the eridium and the Eridians themselves.

Eridium = Crystallised Siren-Entity energy from their plane. Purple. Sings if you know how to listen to it, tastes like fried pickles.

The Eridians naturally as a species were able to tap into the great power's plane and siphon energy from it, which fueled their entire civilisation. The great Siren Entities did not give a shit about this, they don't about anything in general, it was infinitely replaceable and in no way harmful to them for the Eridians to extract. They wouldn't even notice, really. They don't exist on the same cosmic fuckin' reality anyway.

Eridium sings in resonance with the entities’ song, it's part of them in a very roundabout way, and that’s why Siren hosts can consume it to boost their Siren’s manifested powers.

Destroyer =  The great Eridian fuckup. Don’t blame it though, it would rather just go home.

When your species has developed premonition that’s almost entirely accurate bar when trying to predict Siren power touched outcomes, it’s easy to get overconfident. If everything always works out in your favor, risks feel less dangerous, and holy fuck did these giant cricket dudes take a stupid risk.

Time made them greedy, and ego made them dumb. As their civilisation spread and power needs grew exponentially, they developed machinery to siphon eridium into physical crystals instead of using their own innate abilities, and eventually decided to open a direct link into the Siren Power’s realm. An umbilical that was meant to allow a constant flow of power and increase harvesting, but instead released something terrible... 

For real though it's only a lil guy. The “Great Destroyer” is just a parasite, a bug. Another being like the Siren entities that’s native to their plane except minute in comparative size and power. It's a gnat, a tiny flicker of life that harmlessly swam through the Siren song and consumed energy, till a group of insectoid arseholes ripped it out of it's own reality and into a very shitty one. 

It's confused and pissed, so it does what anyone would do in its position.

It starts eating.

Great extinction = Eridians have fucked up so badly they decide the best plan is to just mass kill themselves out of pure cringe so they won’t have to deal with being laughed at by shitty little monkey bipeds. 

The umbilical was designed to siphon from the Siren power’s plane, never to push something back. The Eridians understandably brick themselves as a race once the problem with this becomes rapidly apparent. The Destroyer is running rampant, consuming everything in its path and growing in size exponentially. Their weapons only seem to feed it more, and it’s being attracted to what it knows - eridium and the song it hums. The energy that fills their cities and resonates through their bodies is now a death sentence.

Their planets have been decimated, and the monster’s sights are set on Nektrotafeyo next. Cue Nyriad and her huge, sexy brain.

Siren hosts have always been attracted to Eridian planets. Their bodies reverberate with the same song despite the huge differences between the two species, just like the eridium that fills their cities. It’s an involuntary lure across the dark of space for women who already feel isolated and removed from their own planets.

Nyriad had been on Nekro for some time before The Destroyer was released - enjoying a friendly if mildly frustrating relationship with beings that saw her as a shitty little monkey biped who was slightly better than all the others because she had rad tats and made a noise they like.

It was her that raised the idea to GLUT this thing into naptime by feeding it the energy it was being drawn so desperately to, and to surround it with eridium after.

...but it was the Eridians who raised that the greatest concentration of that energy was within them.

Billions sacrificed themselves to the beast’s hunger, Nyriad crumbled under the of weight of so many deaths she felt truly responsible for, and it slipped into a great slumber.

Pandora is not a cage, it's a cradle. The Destroyer sleeps surrounded by the sensation of being where it belongs, no longer lost or afraid as it dreams from within the Siren’s song.

Eridians leave = Goodbye bugs, thanks for pretty much nothing.

There were plenty left after the great sacrifice, but they left the system not long after it was completed. 

Whether it was a “Ah fuck, sorry” response or they saw something horrific coming in the future is up to debate, but they left a long, long, long time ago. 

If they had seen something terrible on the horizon, then it either ended up not happening or they left the system a HELL of a lot of time before it was due to. Then again, they couldn't see Siren touched futures, or The Destroyer would never have been accidentally fished out of the nether.

Maybe they will come back some day, but it’s likely the only contact humanity will ever have with Eridian civilisation is through the ruins of what they left behind, and the constructed guardians that defend it so viciously.

The maddening = The great psychosis that ripped across Pandora and whispered insanity into the minds of those abandoned by the corporate wars.

29 years before Borderlands 3 starts, The Leech Siren entity is freed after millennia of rotting alone in a cell. Removed from the song, torn from the others,  half in and half out of the plane it should exit in, it's lost. It’s frightened, it's desperately lonely, and in its panic to find a host ends up split into two, torn between seperated bodies it never wanted in the first place.

Its song joins the chorus, and the sound is horrific. Broken, distorted notes, sharp and flat in all the wrong places, a cacophony of screeching voices and sounds impossible for human brains to comprehend. 

It rips across Pandora's hum like a distortion, and its madness locks into the minds of all those poor, innocent people who'd been around eridium long enough that they could hear the melody without even realising yet.

Pandora goes mad, Bandits screech of the great maw, the all-seeing eye, and Leda Calypso soothes her broken twins.

Phew. 

So, nutshell?

In my Leech Lord AU, all eridium screams in confused song - half The Leech's distortion, half the rest of the entity's melody.

Sirens are drawn to Pandora, not because of whatever reason their logical mind tells them, but because it’s the only place in the Universe with such a concentration of the energy that’s part of them - part of the great powers themselves.

Each Siren host hums with their own sound, Troy and Tyreen differently, like 2 parts of the same broken voice overlapping and crackling. 

When together, they harmonise... and that's why their streams are so deadly. 

That's why they skyrocketed to the level of intergalactic fame they did.

Like, Follow, and Obey.

...it's not the Twins who are saying it.

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When Dean saw the box of chocolates on the table beside Cas’ bed when he walked past Cas’ room, he thought nothing of it. The angel had a surprising sweet tooth. He wouldn’t be surprised if Cas sat munching on chocolate when he was reading quietly in his room before he came over to spend the night in Dean’s bed.

A week later, Dean was grabbing a blanket from Cas’ room when he noticed the flowers sitting on the angel’s desk. A little weird, but Dean still brushed it off. Cas had always been into nature and bees and flowers. If the angel decided to buy little flowers to brighten up his room, who was Dean to judge? So he grabbed the blanket and returned to his room, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

When he saw Cas wearing a different tie a few days later, he started to feel a little on edge. Where had he gotten the tie from? He hadn’t been able to drag Cas shopping for months. And he hadn’t given Cas a new tie. Nor had Sam. The doubts started to creep in, but Dean tried to tamper them down. He was just being paranoid… right?

But the last straw was when a cake shaped like a heart with Cas’ name scrawled in icing showed up in the kitchen. Dean wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been clearing out expired food from the cupboards. The cake was pushed to the back, as if hidden away so no one else would see it. Dean certainly hadn’t gotten it, and he knew Sam would never do something like that. The doubts surged stronger than before. Was Cas cheating on him? Dean had been waiting for weeks to tell Cas he was in love with him, but now he was unsure if Cas even felt the same. Was the angel bored of him?

There was only one thing left to do. Stalking across the bunker, he flung open Cas’ bedroom door. “Are you cheating on me?” Dean blurted, the words falling out in a rush.

"What? What are you talking about?" Cas asked, eyes scrunching in confusion as he looked at Dean in shock.

"Are you cheating?" Dean repeated.

“Of course I'm not cheating on you, Dean. Who would I even cheat with? If I leave the bunker, it’s always with you or Sam.”

“Then explain all the shit that you keep getting. The gifts you keep hidden away.”

Cas frowned for a second, not understanding, then recognition dawned across his face and he shook his head. “Dean,” Cas said, reaching out and putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean shoved Cas’ hand away. “Don’t touch me-”

“I’m not cheating. Those were all from Gabriel,” Cas said.

“Gabriel? As in ‘archangel Gabriel’? Your brother, Gabriel?” Dean asked.

Cas nodded. “He’s been up to his usual asshole pranks again by sending me corny gifts with horrifically lame notes attached. When I ignored the first couple, he started making them more and more cliche in hopes he’d get a reaction from me.”

“So you’re not cheating on me? You’re not bored of me?” Dean asked carefully.

“God, no. Why would you even think that? It’s only ever been you, Dean. From the day I raised you from Hell until now, it’s always been you.”

Dean dropped his head, moving forward until he was leaning against Cas. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you. Guess I just got a bit jealous.”

Cas wrapped an arm around Dean’s back. “I’d never cheat on you. You’re the only one for me.”

“I love you,” Dean said into Cas’ shoulder, pressing his lips to the angel’s throat.

Cas smiled, pressing a feather light kiss against the top of Dean’s head. “I love you too, Dean.”

When Dean looked up, removing his head from Cas’ shoulder, the angel leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the hunter’s lips. Dean leaned into the kiss, hands gripping tight to Cas’ tie, refusing to ever let go of his angel.

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Getting Better Every Day Flufftober Day 17: Insects (Read on AO3)

The first time Alec sees Magnus spending time with his Pokémon roaming freely around his home, he’s confused. The Lightwoods are known for being some of the best trainers in the region, with strict training regimens growing up. He’s pretty sure ‘cuddling with creepy insects’ wasn’t in any of his suggested training technique lessons.

“Why,” Alec starts slowly, his voice tense due to the horrific-looking Ariados clicking across the floor towards him. “Is it out here?”

“She,” Magnus begins pointedly. “Is out because we had a tough battle today and she more than earned a bit of personal attention.” Magnus snaps his fingers to bring Ariados’ attention back to him. Magnus currently sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa with a Caterpie curled up on his right shoulder and his Skitty sleeping on the sofa just behind his head, purring loudly. “C’mere,” he says, holding out a treat, and Ariados turns away from Alec who relaxes visibly.

Alec tries to keep the horror off his face as Magnus pets the bug- and poison-type Pokémon, the freaking spider that is now cozying up to him.

“She, right. Sorry,” Alec corrects. He’s trying, he really is, and Magnus is being so patient with him while he un-learns everything he had driven into him for years about the way people and Pokémon should coexist. Until recently, the closest Alec came to actually bonding with his Pokémon was when he spoiled his favorite flying-types by letting them spread their wings once in a while.

Magnus smiles at him. “It’s quite alright, darling.”

Alec hasn’t been traveling with Magnus for very long, and he isn’t sure if Magnus is flirting or just being nice, but the nickname never fails to give Alec butterflies in his stomach. He could ask, something tells him that Magnus wouldn’t mind even if Alec is reading into it all wrong, but he can’t bring himself to risk it. A few times so far they had to share a bed and woke up curled around each other, and it was so nice. Alec wants to wake up wrapped around Magnus forever.

“Alexander? You okay?” Magnus asks, his voice raised a little as if this isn’t the first time he’s said Alec’s name just now. “You zoned out for a second there.”

Alec mentally shakes himself from his ‘really wanting to date Magnus’ daydreaming. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m still getting used to all of this.” Alec isn’t sure if he means the Pokémon stuff or the Magnus stuff by ‘this’, but thankfully Magnus doesn’t ask him to clarify.

“Do you want to pet her?” Magnus asks, motioning to his Ariados who is now in Magnus’ lap, legs tucked up underneath her.

Alec hesitates. “What if I start with one of mine? Preferably one that isn’t a giant spider?”

Magnus laughs. “Fair enough. I suppose you should bond with your Pokémon before mine... though I have to say my Skitty has already taken quite a liking to you. When I first let him out earlier while you were gone he searched every room trying to find you to say hi.”

Alec should not love that thought as much as he does, the idea of something Magnus loves being attached to Alec, the idea of being an expected presence in Magnus’ life.

“I’ve taken quite a liking to him as well,” Alec admits. And to you, he thinks so hard he wonders if he can telepathically convey the thought without speaking it.

Alec looks at the six pokéballs around his belt and takes out his Cubone, who immediately goes into a fighting stance, ready for battle, eyeing Magnus’ three Pokémon warily.

“No Cubone, it’s okay. We’re not here to fight,” Alec says uncertainly. He moves to sit next to Magnus on the floor (on Magnus’ left side, so he doesn’t disturb Caterpie) and pulls a treat out from his pouch to give to Cubone. “We’re... Hanging out. I thought you might like some time out of your pokéball.”

Cubone tenses, not approaching at first.

“I’m going to have to undo the battle--focused hardwiring in all of you, aren’t I?” Magnus jokes.

Cubone eyes Magnus’ relaxing Pokémon, then Magnus, before looking back to Alec.

“I know I haven’t been a good friend to you, but I’m going to fix that. If you want,” Alec continues, holding the treat out again. This time Cubone comes up to him willingly, taking his cue from Magnus’ Ariados and situating himself in the comfort of Alec’s lap to eat it.

Alec beams, looking over excitedly to Magnus with eyes wide with surprise.

“See? What did I tell you?” Magnus smiles back. “You’re a good person, Alec. They can tell as easily as I can.”

“I-” The compliment catches Alec off-guard. “Thanks.” Real smooth, Lightwood, Alec mentally chastises himself.

They talk for a little while about a lot of things, from Pokémon to future travels to bits of their past, and Alec knows he isn’t imagining it when Magnus leans closer into his space. Then, slowly, Magnus’ arm wraps around his shoulder, fingers occasionally drifting up to play with Alec’s hair while they talk, and he doesn’t say a word, never wanting it to stop. He’s sure they’ll talk about it later, but for now he’s more than happy to simply let it happen.

Alec doesn’t realize how tired he is until his head falls to rest on Magnus’ shoulder and his eyes flutter shut. He only means to close them for a moment but between the grounding presence of Cubone in his lap, Magnus’ warmth against his side, and Skitty purring in his ear from the couch, Alec falls asleep with more comfort and hope in his heart than he’s ever felt before.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #tsc #pokemon au #bless this prompt because I had ZERO IDEAS for insects #flufftober 2020 #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #skylar102 #ask rune

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Freedom Part 6 Mandalorian X Reader

Summary: An escaped slave owned by the Hutt clan, with the knowledge of dark clan secrets.  A bounty is set and the best hunter in the parsec is hired, The Mandalorian. Two vastly different paths cross. Both are scarred physically and mentally by their past. Can they ever truly be free? *SLOW BURN*

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of slavery, PTSD, Rape implications, FLUFF, Language, SOFT!Mando

Word Count: 1.8K

******This chapter contains sensitive content about a sexual assault. Please read at your own risk. If you have experienced something like this, please do not be afraid to reach out and get help. There are so many services that exist to help others get back on their feet after a traumatic experience.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (You are Here), Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

As Mando starts to lift his helmet off, you shut your eyes and turn away from him. 

“Mando…” you sigh. 

“Y/N,” a hoarse and broken voice comes from behind you, “Y/N please turn around.”

“I will not let you break your creed in this state. You might regret it later.”

“It’s the creed or my life right now…” he says, pained. “You and the child need me too much. I know that… now a least.”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. Without the modulator, it was deep, almost melodic, and laced with so much more emotion than you could have ever thought him capable.

“You’re delirious, Mando. From pain, from blood loss. You almost died!”

You hear him shifting on the bed, he groans in pain.

“And I need your help…”

“And I refuse to give it to you… because it would destroy the life you have chosen to live. I can’t carry that blame,” you breathe.

Suddenly an arm snakes around your waist, you flinch and shrink away.

He stops, dead in his tracks, finally coming to a realization that he should have come to long ago.

“Are you afraid?” He asks, his soft voice coming from just behind you. 

“It’s just… it’s just how my body reacts. Touches… especially from others, have not always been gentle,” you say, your heart rate quickening.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” once more two arms wrap around your waist.

“Mando, I don’t-” You are suddenly cut off as your back is pressed against his chest.

Your chest heaves, your body trembling in his arms.

Something warm is set on your shoulder and you feel hot breath on your neck.

Memories, terrible memories come flooding back to you. 

“Please, Mando don’t.” You struggle in his grip, fear starting to build up inside you.

You can barely get enough air, your lungs are screaming even though you breathe in quick gasps.

Your mind has thrown you to that night, the night when you decided you had to leave. The night you decided you had to escape even though it had been nearly a cycle before you had managed to achieve that goal. A night you had shoved down into the deepest, darkest depths of your memory and left there. 

But now? Now it all comes flooding back to you.

Mando’s arms around your waist become his, tight, suffocating. You can almost feel the bruises that he had left on you when he was done. You could feel the blood dripping down your back after he had punished you for not satisfying him. 

Your tears run down your face like they had that night. The cold beskar pressed against you was like the cold floor had been underneath you when you were sprawled out, used, beaten, and broken.

“Let go! Please, let me go!” It was him. He had his arms around you again. This time he would do as he promised. 

“Next time you disappoint me, I will kill you. Slowly, painfully. And I’ll enjoy it.”

“Y/N…” A voice calls out to you. “Y/N, calm down, what’s wrong? What is it?”

The grip around your waist releases and you feel yourself turned around. As if on cue your body drops you to your knees. With your head bowed, you keep your eyes shut tight. You don’t even remember why anymore, but you kneel there trembling, soft sobs occasionally escaping from your lips.

You flinch when you feel a bare hand gently press against your cheek.

“I think we are both a bit delirious,” a deep, but soft voice says. 

“Please just don’t kill me…” You shudder. 

“Y/N… Y/N open your eyes. It’s me, you are safe.”

You shake your head, “I’m not safe, I’m never safe from them. From him.”

Now you feel hands pressed against both of your cheeks.

“Please.”

“I can’t,” you shudder.

You set your hands on Mando’s forearms, grasping them tightly, trying to ground yourself.

It’s like you can feel his rough hands grabbing at your body. The cold chains clasped around your wrists, restraining you, keeping you from fighting back or escaping.

The memory of your legs being pushed apart, drifting in and out of consciousness as the horrific events take place, plays at the forefront of your mind.

“He has me, I can’t escape!”

“Y/N, please. Whatever memory you are stuck in, you have to open your eyes. It will go away. Please, I’m here. It’s me. It’s Mando… It’s Din.”

He brushes your cheeks with his thumbs, gently, with more care than he has ever shown anyone, save for the child, before. 

You slowly open your eyes, blinking away the clouds of tears that had filled your eyes. They slide down your cheeks but are quickly wiped away by Mando’s calloused thumbs.

Your gaze settles on the man in front of you. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with blood and sweat. Dried blood leaves stripes down his face. His chapped lips are parted as he breathes shallowly, his soft brown eyes search yours for something, anything.

He leans in, bringing your face closer to his at the same time. He sets his clammy forehead against yours.

Somehow the simple action breaks you from the spiral you had been in. His eyes slide closed in front of you as he revels in this moment.

Suddenly you come to your senses, “Shit Mando! Your creed!” You pull away from him. 

“It’s Din. My name is Din Djarrin. And the creed?” He shakes his head, wincing slightly. “You are as close to a partner as I will ever get, so don’t worry about the creed.”

You just stare at him, confused.

“Three months ago I chose not to collect a bounty on you. And since then… I’ve developed… feelings, I guess. You,” he takes your hand in his, “Are my partner, you are essentially the mother of the foundling in my care now. The creed makes exceptions.”

You shake your head, “I can’t-”

Din places his finger against your lips, shushing you, “Just hush and help me get this cleaned up, alright?”

You rise to your feet, helping Din stand. 

“Honestly, I don’t know how I made it over to you,” he grunts as you help him limp back to the cot. 

He sits down and you climb up on the bed and crawl up behind him so you can look at the wound. 

His hair is soft between your fingertips as you slowly comb through it trying to find the origin of the blood.

You feel him flinch in pain when you find it. 

“It’s just a really nasty scrape where your head connected with your helmet,” you sigh in relief yourself.

You clean the wound carefully and then spray a thin layer of bacta on it. Quickly, you wrap a bandage around his head. 

You gently set your hands on his shoulders as you sit back on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. 

He turns around on the bed, looking you over for a moment. Your hair was a mess, your eyes puffed with redness, you looked like hell, and yet he still thought that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, ever since the first day with you on the Razor Crest.

“I never asked because I didn’t think it would ever be necessary information. But now I know how important it is…” he pauses, his voice soft, “What happened to you Y/N?”

You sit in silence for a moment, about to answer but Din speaks again.

“I had… I know that something happened… I know that it was terrible for you. But, what did they do to you?”

You scoot to one end of the bed sitting cross-legged, inviting him to sit across from you. He moves, groaning slightly from the wound on his side.

He takes your hands, holding them gently in his own.

“Mando… Din, why now? After all these months,” you sigh.

“Because I almost died… again. And I’m coming to realize that I don’t have forever left, and that I don’t have to be a bounty hunter forever,” he pauses, “This family, this pieced together family… It’s something I didn’t know I wanted, needed. You, and the child, are everything to me.”

You sit there in silent shock. Surprised that the feelings that you had hidden were returned.

You stared at the man in front of you, a stark difference from the cold, stoic Mandalorian you had met a few months ago.

“You want to know what happened?” You ask.

He nods, his eyes pleading with you.

“Close to six cycles ago, I was taken from my home on Coruscant. Kidnapped, and I found myself stuck in the slave trafficking world,” you pause, you could still feel the chill of the cold lonely nights in your cell, “I was sold to the Hutt clan for no small amount. I was worth more because I was… pure.”

“I was branded, cursed to forever wear that wretched symbol on my body. They put me in chains, forced me to wear clothing that barely covered me, and made me lounge with Limax Hutt while he had visiters… and when he didn’t.”

“That slimy piece of shi-”

You shake your head, “Yes, that he is. But he was only interested in touch and... admiring me. Treated me like his pet. He never… violated me. No, that job was solely that of his chief advisor and ex imp officer, Grahvix.”

You look down, avoiding Din’s eyes, “He raped me on more than one occasion. Every scar I wear is thanks to him. Every nightmare or flashback is of him. That sorry excuse for a man used me, beat me, and broke me.”

Din is silent, watching the tears well up in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Din. I’m not… I’m not perfect. I can’t imagine that you would want someone who wears the brand of their previous master,” you say, broken. Even after being away this long, Grahvix could still control your life. 

“Hey,” he ever so gently lifts your chin up so you can meet his eyes, ”I am not your master, so I don’t care about the brand. I care about you.”

His fingertips leave you and he holds his arms open wide. “Touch is your choice, and when you are ready.”

You stare at him for a moment, unsure of what to do. On a whim, you dive into his embrace.

“What about the bounty?” You mumble, face pressed against his chest.

“The bounty can wait,” he sighs as he wraps his arms around you.

You release the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

“You’re safe with me, always,” Din whispers.

And for the first time, in a very long time, someone held you. He held you with more love and care than you had ever experienced. With his strong arms around you, your face buried in the crook of his neck, you felt safe.

To be continued.....

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