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darlingpwease · 2 years ago

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you have this skill of getting stuck in people's heads

ME?!! Ur so slick, so sweet <333 you do 2 tho!!

It's amazing honestly, I still remember some of ur works from when I first followed you almost a year ago now (not in a creepy way tho I swear i remember stories well not saying urs arent memorable tho ur really good amazing like woah i wish i had ur talent cuz omgomg woAHHH so good like u do amazing everytime fr)

GENIUS, ur so great omgomg- I can't wait for those works!! They're gonna be amazing, I know it I know it

-panna cotta

Nah because same here, I used to not really get it but I read a work of one of my favorite characters and- BOOM- I don't think I can crawl out this hole anymore lmao :'))

Pretty pretty househusband Yuuta who waits patiently impatiently for you to come home, you work so hard, so he does his best to help you relieve all ur stress for being so good <33

When ur sososo deep that he goes insane, when you kiss him so sloppily he feels like he's happily drowning, when ur filling him up soso full that he cums from that alone

Maybe hybrid!Yuuta who goes into heat and does anything to keep you inside, to have you keep filling him up until all the cum inside him gets all frothy(?) as you keep thrusting and filling him, trying to push all of it back inside as he cries and begs you to just keep stuffin him

Having him put a plug in to keep him full with you when he goes out sometimes. And if u stuff him too full some days, he can feel it still drip down his thighs.

Or maybe Yuuta with a wolf!hybrid reader who won't stop pounding him, won't stop for days when in heat- even if he says for you to slow, when u do he begs for you to speed up, to go harder, give him more moremore- when you bite him all over to mark him as yours as you just keep going. Even if the poor baby has passed out, he just feel so good that you keep lazily thrusting into him, pressing kisses against his skin, nibbling every once in a while too, ah, such a lovable thing <33

(rp kinda thing here with pregnancy in case that's uncomfy vvv)

Oh! Or maybe feminizing Yuuta, helping him wear such adorable skirts and lovely thigh highs as u playfully tease him that you'll impregnate him if you cum inside him, stuff his lil womb full, only for him to plead for you to do that- ohgodpleasedothat-

He's such a pretty boy who's so great in everything <333

'not in a creepy way' </33333 I beg you, let's talk without these difficulties, honey. you and I are wise enough people to understand that you can't be creepy <3 if you said you don't remember any of my stories, — even though we've known each other for so long, — I'd be more offended; but I'm flattered that some left an imprint in your memory, it's so adorable <333 and how can you call me 'sweet" after that, I don't understand; look how polite and respectful you are, even though you were so teasing before <3333 'had ur talent' still the same smooth talker, still perfectly finding ways to get into people's hearts </3333 /pos /hj

cw unhealthy behaviour, househusband kink, hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, elements of free use, praise (g.), fingering (g.), worshipping (r.), oral sex (r.)

When you wake up, he's already on his feet, cooking your food and preparing dinner (after all, he quickly learns your preferences and is always eager to please you), enthusiastically kissing you chaste on the cheek, almost singing when you put your arm around his waist behind, letting him finish things — and gently lifting his apron, baring thighs, kissing his skin while he cries out in surprise, trying to lower apron (even if his movements are awkward, without real attempts to resist you), but gives up when you say that you miss him, and you just want to thank your husband for how hardworking he is, so handsome and gentle, so eager to please you...

... Yuuta just misses you so much, wandering around but not finding anything that could make him stop thinking about you, even if he can do anything — but he is too eager for you and feels disappointed when he can't see you or hear your voice for a long time, even if tries to distract himself with household chores, knowing that you will be happy and praise him when you return.

You promise to come back early when leave, and even give an approximate time, but Yuuta can't help but hope that you will arrive early, almost watching at the door for you, glancing at the clock, not understanding what to do — when you were here, he could snuggle up to your hip or convince you to cuddle with him, or read a book while hearing you do things, or when you persuaded him to just sit with you, hugging his thin waist.

But when you're not there?

He's suffocatingly lonely.

Loyally waiting for you at the door, almost wagging his metaphorical tail, clutching light clothes, putting himself in order to look as good as possible when you return; when Yuuta hears you rustle the key, he is ready to unlock the door himself and pounce on you in delight, but too shy and not sure if such behavior will be considered by you as adequate — you did not particularly like his attempts to get out without permission — and correct, so he can only blush with delight, impatiently counting seconds when you open the door and return home — to immediately grab you and kiss, hurriedly undressing <3

Yuuta, who purrs about how glad he is to see you and that he has prepared your favorite dishes (maybe made a warm bath for you, wants to do a massage for you, or just cuddle after dinner — whatever you want), kissing your face and enthusiastically wrapping arms around, clinging like a puppy, looking for attention and a way to please you. He's not the kind of guy who has, hm, curvy shapes, but he can always make you feel thirsty — maybe it's because of how much he tries to attract you, giving you a view of everything you want, with that cutout on his clothes or an almost completely naked body, quietly asking what he can do for you, and even if you see a bashful blush on his cheek and ears from realizing how he looks, Yuuta still tries to be seductive.

It's not even your fault that you breed him anywhere, taking care that Yuuta is always soft and warm, whines your name and babbles how good he feels when you fill him up, that it's too good, that he's too close when his body hurts from your constant touches; even when you're not in the mood, you always find a way to make him cum "for what a good husband he is" by pinning him to the table while making squirm on your fingers, or during make out, rubbing and snuggling up to him — Yuuta is so tense and excited that almost immediately experiences climax, frantically clinging to you and crying while you continue rubbing, even more excited by his reaction to you.

Yuuta, who loves when you make him choke, pushing him beyond limits, using his mouth for your pleasure — hot, wet, always ready for you, whining when you grab his hair, but from pleasure, not from pain, even when it's too much for him. His body is almost a toy, and Yuuta only indulges this feeling, letting you touch him at any moment and sweetly calling you when you fill him with one push, as if trying to make sure that only you exist for him and he can only think about you, no one else, — and Yuuta agrees, whining your name and begging you not to let him go, saying how he loves you even when you squeeze his hands behind his back, using his needy body. When you tell him that it is his duty as a good husband to satisfy you and be always ready for you, and although this is only teasing, Yuuta understands it too literally, suggesting that if you are not completely satisfied, regularly give you oral in the morning and lick until you cum, so long as you don't feel unsatisfied with him; trying to always be ready for you, getting to the point that he is almost always a little aroused just so that you can always offer him privacy.

Yuuta, who locks you inside, not letting you get out of him during your orgasm, filling him, forcing you to dive as deep as possible, almost making him suffocate from proximity and depth, excessively fondling his painfully sensitive body to such a state that he did not even understand at what point you just began to lie, waiting when he will come to his senses,,,,, Yuuta, who one day is very quiet, even if you don't stop breeding his sticky, hot body, and you are afraid that you are doing something wrong — only to find out that he just wants to hear your sounds.

It's just that Yuuta in an apron rides you as a morning exercise and getting rid of stress just so that you go to work satisfied and pleasantly tired <3

yuuta who,,,, brainwashes himself,,,,,,, and wants to be your best husband — only to snap at anyone who tries to pull him out of this idyll. maybe you too often brought him to the point of breaking his mind, talking about what a good husband he is and how it suits him to be so beautiful and gentle and yours while forcing him to cum again and again, or denying his orgasm over and over again, cooling down only to reheat, that at some point he did not sees no other meaning than to become everything for you and for you to become everything for him, if he cannot be without you </333 you are the only ones who can make him feel like this — so complete, whole, finished.

cw1 unhealthy behaviour, mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), unprotected sex / breeding, sex toys, implied cum inflation (g.), fingering (g.)

Yuuta is so hot — so much so that you feel pressed against the stove when squeeze his thin hips, digging nails into the easily blushing skin while he moans, burying his face in the pillow, almost tearing it when you push especially hard, touching exactly those spot from which he can't help but arch back, pushing hips back. When he wraps his flexible long tail around you, blocking you in place when you cum, having no way other than to breed him, filling him up, — irritably biting his shoulders and neck when Yuuta whines with pain and pleasure, helping you to bend his stomach down, lifting his hips high enough so that you can easily push inside, fucking his exhausted and needy body even more, sticky with sweat and cum, almost soaked in you and still unsatisfied — just like you, as if you drink from a source and cannot satisfy thirst, but only crave more.

Even when Yuuta whines that his whole body hurts, as soon as you stop — he whines that he is too empty and abandoned and that you should continue, without ceasing to whine until you bury his head in a pillow during a new orgasm, pushing your body beyond possible limits but continuing, echoing his pleas and indulging requests to be rougher when you scratch his skin, grab his hair, bite his shoulder, spank him — just to hear his happy purring when Yuuta can't even move, lying with his thighs spread and sticky, smelling you, able only to purr and whine softly while you breed him.

(yuuta, who is lying on his stomach, unable to even move his tail, happily purring while your cum & precum flows from him,,,, when you push fingers inside, stretching him even more and forcing cum to flow out, getting only his disappointed whine </3)

Yuuta is just so empty when you are not inside him, do not fill him, do not stay inside him until he loses consciousness, being bred to such a state that his body remembers you, knowing how to squeeze better so that you fill him up faster, wanting only to use him until he can no longer resist you in any way other than to relax and let you fuck him, and use various ways to deceive his body, leaving a hot feeling of your recent presence with the help of toys, hoping that his body will not become even more dependent on you because of this constant feeling of closeness and fullness, as if it is enough to slightly push the plug so that everything flows out of him — only so that you continue to breed him, apologizing on that you haven't been inside for so long and treated his need for you so rudely.

When he drool, scratching you while you fuck him, making the remaining cum flow out of him, teasing how he can't be without you, so desperate — and when you want to move away only to find yourself firmly locked and filling his stomach again while he squirms, not expecting such movements from himself and being not ready for it, again humiliatingly cumming from the fact that you just pushed inside.

Yuuta, who whines your name and repeats 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' when you fuck him so hard, grabbing his thin waist, as if you really want to bred him, and Yuuta is so ashamed that he makes these wet sounds, continuously moaning and whining, not shutting up, being unable to even stop rolling his eyes from pleasure, continuously trembling while you continue, whispering something through his veil of pleasure — but he only wants you to make him wet, hot, marked, yours, using him in the most humiliating ways and never leaving him after that.

cw2 unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, somnophilia, consensual noncon (CNC), knotting (g.), worshipping (r.)

When Yuuta lies defenseless in front of you, so open and vulnerable, blissfully clinging to you while you slowly thrust into him, making him to whine and moan through his sleep, teasing him and playing at a slow pace until you feel hard again; when he is too exhausted to be conscious, but lets you do whatever you want with his body while you hold him in your arms as the most precious thing you have.

Yuuta who,,,,,,,

,,,,,

Yuuta who whines, trying to make a semblance of a bark when you feel wild, roughly grabbing his hips and taking him from behind, leaving marks on his body while he drooling, making "woof" when you push; encouraging you to treat him as an equal of you and not feel sorry for him, — but he's not sure he can stand it when almost suffocating from the intensity, being tightly pressed and roughly bred, considered by you as a pretty enough mate to knot him. His belly, slightly rounded from how often you fill him while his cum and precum soaks the sheets, — but he still whines when you fall off, burrow your nose into his hair, and tries to give back; lifting his leg for deeper thrusts, as if trying to break him, but Yuuta only moans enthusiastically, being again and again trembling during a new orgasm while you knot him, filling him to such an extent that he has stars in front of his eyes.

Yuuta who expected this, but when you make him to ride you, hammering into his weakened, soaked body from below, he can no longer think about whether looks humiliating or not, longing only for you not to stop anymore, moving from the point of "too much" to "too little", pushing towards and clinging to you when it becomes too much for him, even if it's not enough, too little, his body is so sensitive and vulnerable, so open, and he wants you to continue pushing and filling into him like addicts, even if he won't be able to bring his legs together for a while afterwards — even if he can only stick out his tongue like a dog, not being able to moan a weak "woof" but breathing heavily, when you cum into him for the last time.

Yuuta, wet and sticky, so feverishly ruddy and hot, almost immediately falling asleep, being pressed against your body, even when you have not yet left his body </333 Yuuta, from whom your cum flows, but he doesn't have the strength to get up and go to the shower or wipe himself, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and stickiness, smokily realizing how messy he should look in front of you,,,,,,

cw unhealthy behaviour, feminine clothing, heavy feminization (skirts, thigh highs, language), unprotected sex / breeding, pregnancy themes, praise (g.), worshipping (r.)

A pretty skirt, pleasantly lying on the skin, almost flowing from a fleeting movement when you put hand on his thigh, shifting the fabric to the side, gradually lifting it higher and higher, stroking his cold skin, — but making him to squeeze his thighs when you stretch unacceptably high, to the edges of thigh highs, teasing with the warmth of your hands.

Yuuta, who prettily dresses up like a doll, trying to look as beautiful as possible for you, but still can't overcome embarrassment when you get hands under his clothes, exposing him, looking at everything he put on for you, making him to lie still while you are busy exploring, even if his face does not stop burning with embarrassment and the excitement of feeling your gaze. Yuuta is so beautiful, so gentle, so feminine — when you stroke his stomach, clinging to the edges of a high-waisted skirt, soothing him and convincing him to stop hiding face; he tried so hard for you, preening himself, just to be beautiful, but clings to the skirt when you sit between his thighs — only to obediently lift when you kiss his face, caressing, leaving a scattering of kisses on neck, convincing him to show himself.

When you gently put hand on his throat, listening to rapid heartbeat, persuading him to look in the mirror to see how beautiful he is, lifting his skirt teasingly high with your other hand, exposing his wet thighs, telling him how loving and soft he is, so sweet, so precious — when you tell him that his body is so good for breeding, so wet and open, enthusiastically reacting to any of your touches, unable to resist even when you are so close, fondling him, lifting up his skirt, just about ready to get inside. Let him feel how one push is enough for him to take you, whispering that you can impregnate him if Yuuta is so irresponsible and frivolous, allowing you to have such access to him; telling him to look at his bare belly, which you will soon fill, impregnating his womb, longing only to be bred until he is brought to such a state that he can only drool, holding hips high enough not to get his skirt dirty, whining when you call him your pretty thing, soaking him over and over, over and over, squeezing his hips and spanking, until his womb stops being so greedy and needy </333

When Yuuta is breathing heavily, being pressed tightly against you, feeling that you are about to fill him, and fidgeting restlessly, wanting to feel it sooner, humiliatingly whining that you don't give it to him, even when you squeeze and rub his chest, — and begging you to fill his womb and make him even prettier for you </333 cumming from the friction of the fabric when you push slightly, indulging his pleas, but not allowing him to relax, teasingly slowly filling him, making his eyes water from dissatisfaction and excessive sensitivity; putting his hand on his own belly so he can feel you fucking his womb, soaking him with your seed, whispering about how his skirt is cute, exposing wet thigh highs while you are deep in him, about to cum and fill; asking if Yuuta wants you to cum inside just to hear pleas breed him and make his womb yours </33333

... yes, each of them has cnc elements, but!!! yuuta just has a vibe of that cute thing that would be into primal kink / hunting, kiddnap-play and the like, you know? scenarios where you catch him/hunt him and use him as a prize, being the winner and having the absolute right <3 tie him up and breed him until he begs you to keep him with you; pin him to the ground while hunting and treat him like a caught prey; press him firmly into the wall and make sure that he will not be able to make a sound until you are satisfied, "forcing" him to serve you </333 yuuta, whose orgasm is constantly denied, and at the end of the game he shyly looks away when he sees that you have finished, saying in a quiet, pathetic voice that he has not cum yet </3333 dhdhhdgddg pretty thing pretty prettiest

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naru-uzumaki · 6 months ago

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i'm here for a little bit but i wanted to kind of give an update on my activity and see what you guys are in for after a year of being absent.

I AM ECSTATIC TO BE BACK. and honestly, the part that makes me the happiest is seeing old faces still around. I'm so happy that some of you are still here and want to interact with me, that's the best feeling anyone could ask for as an rp blog. The other part that makes me ecstatic is that there are new faces that are active on here and still keeping rp alive on this site. Thank you to you all too.

I still work like 50+ hours a week, so I appreciate everyone being so patient with me. I'll try my best to get to everyone when I am online. The nice thing is, I have a M-F job now, so I can be on in the afternoons and weekends when I'm free. It's a little more flexible than my last job was.

I really just want to thank everyone for who they are. I don't know what the rp community is like anymore after a year but if we are all here to just have fun, let's do it!

I'll try my best to let you all know when I'm online at least. And if you want to send me things, please do! And if I haven't answered anything in a while, please remind me too. With me having such a heavy hour job, sometimes a reminder is good ^^ I've had this blog since 2012, so I'm an old soul when it comes to Tumblr RP. My blog is a welcoming place for everyone and I always just appreciated everyone's different styles, writing and all of the above.

Thank you for those that read this. Let's fuck some shittebayo up!

#just a small ooc post #;;outofnoodles

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leolingo · 2 years ago

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say your thoughts about guapoduo........ i want to know more about what you think of them

WELL THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

/qsmp /rp ok they’re a fairly new development on the server so i dont have That much to go off of but as of right now lets just say i really love their sense of partnership! they’re so good to each other — so helpful, so encouraging! they feel like family, almost, and these kinds of domestic dynamics have always appealed to me the most… i love pairings that can rely on each other and it feels like they’re slowly building up to that type of stability

ficlet thingy under the cut i went a little off the rails

cellbit, for one, is so high strung right now this guy is living off of coffee and tangible paranoia but all it takes is one “hola, gatinho” for him to let go and forget about the horrors for a little bit. he needs the distractions, really, and roier plays the part so well!

cellbit is driving himself nuts here, looking over maps and rewriting his own notes and he really shouldn’t stop because things just keep happening, there’s no time to pause! but sometimes… sometimes roier comes around just to check in on him or to show him something — and he’s weak. roier has the best understanding of portuguese in the server by far, out of all the hispanics and english speakers. this means cellbit can speak his own language when he’s tired, without worrying about translating, and roier will still keep up with him.

roier gives him itens all the time — stuff cellbit doesn’t have because he’s so busy with research — and never asks for anything in return, though cellbit tells himself he’ll pay it back tenfold, some day. roier’s also a really good dad. bobby and richarlyson get along better and better everyday. what’s not to like, really? cellbit’s a bit defenseless in the face of this. he’ll admit it, he’s been caught off guard.

and as for roier…. roier has such a big heart. this is known. ask anyone on the server. so, genuinely, what was he supposed to do? upon meeting a man so intelligent he turned the island’s secrets inside out in his first week and ended up marred in the process, what was roier supposed to do? not giving him a hand just wasn’t an option. then cellbit reached out — guapito this, guapito that — and push quite literally came to shove. now they walk around in fours: cellbit, roier and the kids. because that’s all of them, and they have the family portraits to prove it, even if they don’t call them that. yet. roier pretends he can’t see cellbit whipping out his camera for candids through the day, but he does.

he’s just glad to be able to tend to someone. roier’s a lover, always has been. attentive, patient and oh-so-kind — despite his jokes and quirks, which cellbit likes! — and he takes pride in being able to care for the people closest to his heart.

bottom line is this: cellbit needs a little extra love sometimes. just the amount he forgets to give himself. luckily, roier has enough to go around :)

#ask #spiderbit #mine #guapoduo #my works

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the-haunted-office · 3 months ago

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Well, I'm home. I don't really want to talk about the things that are going on at home, but suffice to say hopefully things will get better from here on out.

I am tired, but I do want to work on some rp things. I have some things I want to write, and also I'd like to work on replies and answer asks. Might not be around on the dash as much today. We'll see, depends on if I can get my mood to improve.

Thanks for being patient with me.

#out of office #📝 The Author

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chounaifu · 9 months ago

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Rex

PRONOUNS : He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Discord please. Tumblr IMs vanish from my brain the moment I close up the app. Admittedly, so do Discord IMs because of the new format, but, at least on Discord I'm not jumping through multiple blogs to answer messages.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Proton. . . God's silliest soldier.

BEST EXPERIENCE : My best roleplay experience with Proton specifically? I mean I'm legally obligated to say that it's been with my girlfriend @reiketsui. I've been able to make a lot of friends and share a lot of my beloved lore thanks to this muse, but, choosing to bring Proton back as a muse after retiring him for several years is how I got to bond with Olive. :') Our ship is very precious to me, same with all of our threads on Discord, and asks on Tumblr. So that's an automatic win.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : People that treat my villains like punching bags/people who don't ask me before deciding that 'hey, your villain character caused irreparable trauma to my muse in the past, so our entire IC interaction is going to be me projecting all of these problems onto your character.' I consent to being the target of grievances as a villain writer. What I don't consent to, is being treated like angst fuel and nothing else beyond that.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Queer, mentally ill characters that might have had interactions with the supernatural.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Send ask box memes if you want casual interactions. Plot with me if you want ongoing, strong interactions.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I mean, I like both. I'm a busy guy, I work 40 hours a week and require a lot of downtime because of the nature of my job, so sometimes it's difficult for me to keep up with more than a few long replies at a time. So if you're willing to be patient with me, I'd love to write longer stuff with you. But, if you notice on this blog, threads are VERY, VERY slow.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Afternoon/evenings.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : I REALLY HOPE NOT. . .

TAGGED BY: Nobody, I stole it from Tekk

#➤ 《 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 》 Out Of Character

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webbedphantom · 3 days ago

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Shout-out to @caramialunaestelle for putting up with my stupidity for five years!

I'm a weirdo who likes to write down the anniversaries for ships that I have in my calendar so I can do like a small celebration, but this day specifically I have memorized because not only was the way Aaron got with her Makoto super cute, not only was this my first ship ever, but it's kind of the reason I still even do RP to this day.

See, back then I was still new to writing in general, and even newer to social media as a whole, so I wanted to get some practice on the former so that I could make my fanfic as good as it could be.

But Twitter is a lot harsher to bizarre concepts like Aaron, so I was struggling to get any replies with any of the people I reached out to. Worse yet, I didn't really know anyone in this space, so it was all I could do to just... make random posts and hope someone saw it. Which after a while got really demotivating, and I was honestly thinking about quitting.

But Kate gave my weird little guy a chance, and while we wrote together for like a month prior, we didn't really start talking until after we got shipped. How long after? That I don't remember as well-

I know this is mushy and sentimental, but I seriously can't thank them enough for this. There's so many friends I'd never have met, so many games and anime and just... THINGS that I'd never have experienced without them, a lot of it being things and people I can't imagine my life without.

And that's not even considering how much support they themselves have provided over the years, from proofreading, to helping me out with ideas for my AUs, to explaining very simple concepts like YouTube tutorials multiple times because my dumb autistic ass cannot comprehend it otherwise, to giving me feedback on my art, to being a patient, understanding and supportive friend who's always there when I need them and... Honestly, I could go on for hours and I probably still couldn't cover it all

Thank you for everything, Kate! You're the best!!

[I was going to re-edit this 👆 to say "Thank you" instead of Happy Birthday, and maybe add more of your current muses, but I'm currently mobile bound and I wanted to post this before I forgot, so I'll fix it later]

For anyone else seeing this, if you've read all of this and still aren't following them, you should do that. Right now. This is a threat

#ooc - out of costume;#caramialunaestelle #promo i guess??#idk i just wanted to gush about one of my best friends #ima get back to actually writing now-#long post

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ultimatesomething-1191 · 1 month ago

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I guess an introduction would be a pretty good idea...

My name is Hajime Hinata. There's nothing particularly special about me, really... but anyway, it's nice to meet you.

I'm currently attending Hope's Peak Academy. I'm a student in the Reserve Course. Going to this school has always been a dream of mine, but...

...I don't know. Never mind. I should be grateful. I've always wanted to be here, and now I am. I'm finally where I belong...

((ooc))

hihi!! 💖💖 mod here! my lovely lovely mutual and I decided to make some non-despair rp blogs! (it was her idea and I jumped on board) so we'll see how that goes!

A couple notes:

Mod uses she/her pronouns, but he/him pronouns for Hajime.

Mod is a minor. Please keep all nsfw off of this blog as it makes me uncomfortable, thanks!

I use different formatting for different actions. For example, speaking is typed normally, while thoughts are formatted like (this) and actions are written like *this.* Ooc posts will be typed like ((this))

I'm kind of busy with work stuff and have other blogs to keep track of, and on top of that I sometimes lose motivation so please be patient with me and don't get upset if I don't respond to an ask right away.

On a similar note, don't tag me in a thread if I don't respond in a timely manner, and don't send the same ask multiple times if I don't respond. This often feels like I'm being pressured to answer something and it's kind of annoying as well. Don't do this.

Don't get after me about characterization please! This has never happened to me in the past but it's a constant worry I have. I'm doing my best.

Just. Generally don't be mean lmao 😭

I'll add more if I think of anything else. Have fun~!

#pinned #pinned intro #mod posting #danganronpa rp #rp blog #txt

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mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur · 2 months ago

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A note to my rp partners:

Thank you all for being patient with me.

My life has taken a major turn in the past month and a half or so, and I’m struggling with the things I love to do in my free time.

To clarify, I had two major changes happen:

1) I was accepted into the H.L. Miller Cantorial School at the Jewish Theological Seminary of America

And

2) I moved to New York City for the aforementioned grad school program.

This is my first time living on my own, and I moved literally across the country to do it. To put things simply, it’s been overwhelming as hell. I’m enjoying my studies and the new friends I’m making, but adulting’s really hard when you start off with less than $500 in your checking account and less than $5000 in your savings. My dad took money out of his retirement account to pay for my first year’s tuition (what wasn’t covered by the $30,000 annual fellowship, $10000 annual stipend, and $21,500 subsidized student loan) and my housing for the semester, and while I’m extremely grateful to him for that, I don’t want him to have to waste his hard earned retirement savings on my postgraduate education when my parents already paid for my entire education up to this point.

So I’m struggling. I’m getting things figured out, but I’m struggling.

And the Jewish High Holy Days and the three subsequent holidays just began a week ago tonight. So things are even more hectic for me offline right now.

So…again, thank you all for being patient with me.

#ooc #mun stuff #please do not reblog

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bee-and-the-slimes · 11 months ago

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2024! (owo)/

First of all, Happy New Year. 🎉 *pfooot*

Second of all, thank you for still flooding my inbox with questions, lol, I'm glad I'm still on your mind, despite having slowed down considerably over the last year. I'm trying to pick and choose the best of them to continue and my "I need to park my butt and work on X" list keeps getting bigger, so thank you to those who have been patient. It's hard to keep up when you have so many ideas percolating and have to juggle a job, a house, hobbies (soooo many hobbies), and friends and family. Here's hoping 2024 can keep me going. Trust me, Bee loves your attention.

Thirdly, I know I've not been very big on talking about the Me behind the slimes, but I originally set out to keep Bee and co as a separate entity from what I normally do. Partially because I have a terrible potty mouth and a lot of my other works aren't really set up for a PG-13 rating, so I kind of wanted to keep that separate for a bit.

That being said, my New Year's goal basically boils down to "Read more, Write more, Draw more" -- one I hit the ground running toward this week. It may be more Bee, it may be more of my other comics, but if I'm silent here, maybe you might be interested in some of the other stuff I do? I haven't stopped doing, I just haven't been doing it here.

Maverick Hunter: Special Forces - Do you like Reploids? I like Reploids. Like, way too much to be considered normal.

SYSTEM.Reload is an attempt to adapt 20 years of RPs and lore building around my and my friend's characters after events of the Megaman X video games. It's a sequel of sorts to an earlier comic RIPtheSYSTEM, which was a collaboration between me and a friend that we started in 2003 and let fizzle out in 2007. .Reload started out as an Ask Blog that never went anywhere, and I just shrugged and drew 250+ pages of characters doing things under the guise of a plot. I don't pretend to know what I'm doing, I'm just kind of enjoying the ride. It's a lot more rudimentary than my actual ART because comics take time and I'm an impatient woman who will physically explode if I don't get my ideas on paper.

My biggest goal is hoping to finish out Part 2 this year. I have the majority of Part 3 written and Part 4 laid out, but I promised myself I'd hit a 2022 goal to complete Part 2 and failed that pretty miserably.... mostly because I keep going back to smooth out wrinkles instead of just finishing the thing.

I genuinely try to keep it censored for Tumblr, but Delta has the temper of a gangster with the mouth of a drug problem.

My DeviantArt - BUT WAIT, there's more! If you aren't sick of OCs or Reploids or OC Reploids you might like my page of art dump. It's where the rest of my stuff gets tossed that isn't Slimes. I don't really draw fanart that much, so mostly my work of upcoming comic panels and ideas that I haven't gotten to work in SYSTEM.Reload yet, commission work, short stories, plushies, or just RP related stuff that I felt like drawing out.

And everything is related.

Everything.

Right now I'm obsessed with working on a short story novella about a vampire named Alecscander St. John, who sucks (hurr) at being a vampire. Born in 1842, he left Texas in 1864, watched his uncle hang for a murder he didn't commit, and 'died' in 1876. I plan to be very mean to him as he tries to build a life for himself while his ex-wife holds a grudge and his adopted sire makes his life miserable. :3c Because I'm a writer. I write. And I've read too much Dresden Files to see everyone get a happy, boring existence...

So... yeah. Here goes... It's 2024.

Wish me luck.

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sansloii · 1 year ago

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Name: Hollis! ( though, i go by Marshy as well and have for about 6 years )

Pronouns: she/they

Preferred comms: discord because tumblr ims are questionable at best. i also uninstalled the app because of how often it would just randomly crash for little to no reason so.... if you want to reach me, disco is the safest bet

Name of muse(s): I have eight wonderful creatures of varying temperament. Batch 1 was Mikah. Batch 2 was Penelope, Wynn, Evan, Dakota, and Joseph. Batch 3 was Roderick and Andris. I also am working on fleshing out Vega properly but he's not quite done yet.

Experience in RP: in about 2012-ish, i was into f.andomstuck and i had an oc for that until like.... 2014-ish? it was baby's first blog and i didn't really know what I was doing. I had fun, while it lasted, but i also knew some of the people in this community ( like they went to the same high school as me ) so any issue we had on tumblr would translate into lunchroom confrontations. I didn't enjoy that part so much and my interest for it fizzled out by the time i graduated. then, i jumped over to the fire emblem fandom and made an oc for fire emblem awakening! i think i stayed in that rpc until 2016/2017 and i had two ocs, a mother and her son from the future, that i still very much adore. there were ups and downs and i feel like i was taught.... multiple frustrating lessons during my tenure there. it did help me develop my writing a lot and i have to say that i'm honestly better off having taken the chance to do it.

lastly, i ended up here in 2017 and i'm not leaving. i also have another massive oc blog i'm slowly reworking but i'm trying not to stress myself out lol.

Best experiences: it's very difficult to put specific experiences into words because most of it, for me, is vibes. my best experiences have been interactions and plots with people that I not only get along with but like... you know--we understand each other. like if i decide that i'm not going to rp on tumbles for a month and maybe just stick to headcanons, i can do so without fear that you think i'm wasting your time. or that we can pick up where we left off and it's okay if you respond to the months old thread you had with me. or! we can just stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about ideas or blorbos or getting really into a discord rps. like it's the vibes that i can come to you like a fart in the night with a gifset or image like "hey this is our muses" and, likewise, you can do the same with me.

to those of you who i vibrate at the speed of light towards at any given moment, you know who you are. thank you for being patient with me and giving me the space to vibe with you :)

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: i feel like every time i open my mouth about pet peeves i have, i sound like a crotchety old person that always has something negative to say deep down ... but w/e. it's my soap box.

i've noticed that since i've come back, it feels like i have to be the one that's chasing some people for interactions or plots more often. or like. right out the gate, they wanna jump from A to Z and be best buds and whatever so we can speedrun everything. or... i'm expected to or have to do most of the work because they're quite literally doing none of it after expressing interest. and like some of that isn't inherently bad! i'll be the first to admit that if we're friendly enough and progress something enough to where it's like... an established thing? we can have something going faster than the speed of sound after that. we can have multiple ships, a dedicated au, a whole slew of worldbuilding shit together and i won't care because i know said person on some level. and that took time + a whole slew of back and forths.

however, it doesn't feel great to express that "hey i want to plot something but it'll take time and like... if we're shipping on top of that, it'll take double that amount" and watch, in real time, as that person just... eventually leaves you on read. and/or just doesn't interact with your content anymore. and i can tell the difference between being preoccupied/ having not great week/taking a break from tumblr entirely/being slow and being put on a shelf/ barely acknowledged very clearly. i shouldn't have to feel like i'm competing for a slot or something, which is the vibes i got sometimes and ( as you would expect ) didn't like.

this isn't directed at anyone i'm currently following, ofc. i know i am not perfect but i also know that i am an extremely patient person, which is how I want to be treated. It's very frustrating to try and try and try again only to get the bare minimum from people i genuinely wanted to interact with. but c'est la vie--such is life--and i move on. i, like many others, have limited time to be on here and if something doesn't bring me joy after a month, two months, three months, I'm more than willing to part with it. there has to be effort on both ends in some way and if you want me to pat your ass, pat my ass too.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): you cannot make me choose. now, does that mean that I write them all in equal amounts? certainly not. but it really depends on my mood. sometimes, all i wanna do is talk about soft moments. other times, i want to put my muses in a blender and watch them process what's happening to them. occasionally, i'll let them roam free and be as horny as they like. the key is to always cycle through the three so you don't get burnt out on any one of them.

Plot or memes: uuuuuhhhh it depends? plots are my fucking jam and i like having a general storyline to follow when writing and then figuring out the little details when we get to them. it's a long process but i enjoy the wait and the buildup more than i enjoy air so djsfdvdfvd--

buuuuuut i also think memes are a valueable, valueable springboard into interactions. and plotting straight outta the gate can be intimidating for some. plus, if you want to plot but your head is empty atm, finding and sending memes with the same vibe as the plot point you wanted to discuss is helpful! i'll admit that i'm not great at sending in memes but it's not for lack of wanting to. it's more not knowing what to send and picking a muse to send along with it that trips me up. Plus, not being here most of the day tends to mean i miss a lot of meme reblogs orz

Long or short replies: long replies but i do trim them shorter or rewrite portions of them. sometimes, i will write what i deem to be "too much" for a reply ( e.g: my partner has like 350 words and i'm sitting at like 625 words ) and i'll go back and edit it down to 450-500 if i find stuff that doesn't really move anything along or is just needless padding.

Best time to write: it used to be late night but i pass out too often for that to be effective anymore ( because of my sleep schedule for work ), so i tend to favor late mornings and early afternoon. if i'm writing late at night, it's because i didn't have time during the day to do so.

Are you like your muse(s): n...not really in most cases. like we share some traits here and there but for the most part, my personality, sense of style, and morality deviates from most of them.

tagged by: @rexpyre tagging: @arcxnumvitae @gunrising @royaletiquette @nezumivc103221 @bonesofchaos and anyone else that wants to.

#ツ ┊ ⧼ catwalk talk ⧽ ⇹ ( ooc. )#.does a little dance :)#.thank you for the tag!

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realmythsmoved · 4 months ago

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So...I've been avoiding RP again. Sorry about that ya'll. I don't really want to, but it seems unavoidable to a certain extent when I have so many drafts. So I'm trying to be kind to myself. I genuinely am not putting pressure on myself to be here. I want to be here, it's just...hard sometimes. So thank you to anyone who's RPing with me for being patient. I know it can be hard, but I really appreciate it. More than I can express, even. <3

I might drop more drafts, I'll see how I feel. That said, I will do some drafts at some point today, though it might be later on because I have an appointment at 3:00 that I don't want to miss and a few other things to do, possibly. <3 But yeah, will get to drafts at some point and I really appreciate everyone who's patiently waiting for responses from me. I wish you all all the best <3

#sometimes i see so much beauty i dont think that i can cope (out of character.)#ooc #(ooc.)#(out of character.)#(online.)

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 2 years ago

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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows!

Masterlist of all Masterlists| Supernatural Masterlist

Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!

Word Count: 5,887

Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!

It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.

“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?�� Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo.

“Sammy, what have I always said? Driver picks the music,”

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”

“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.

“I’ll drive when you sleep.”

“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?”

Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”

“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”

“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.

“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.

“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”

Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.

‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.

“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.

Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed.

“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.

“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.

“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.

“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.

“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.

“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.

“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.

“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.

“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?”

“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.

“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.

“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle.

“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.

“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.

I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us.

“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.

“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.

“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.

“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.

“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.

“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.

The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window.

“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”

“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.

“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.

“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.”

“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.

“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.

“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.

“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.

“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.

Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”

“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say.

A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones.

“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.

“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks.

“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.

“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.

“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.

“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting.

“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.

Most of the time, I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”

“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area.

“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was already in the room.

“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother.

“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said.

“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.

“What now?”

“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting.

“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”

“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button.

“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”

“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.

“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on his face.

“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.

“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.

“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“That’s where my daughter lives!”

Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.

A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.

“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.

“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.

“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.

“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”

“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.

“So? What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him.

“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him.

“You have?” Sam asked.

“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”

“How?” I ask.

“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.”

We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.

“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.”

“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.

“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”

“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.

“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”

“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.

“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.

I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful.

As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.

“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.

She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?”

“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask.

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.

“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her.

“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.

“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?”

“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained.

“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less.

We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part.

“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks.

“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.

“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate.

“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.

“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child.

“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.

“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says.

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room.

“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out.

“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say.

A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.

“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor.

“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask.

“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”

“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child.

“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.

“Dad?” A groggy voice calls to the room.

“Hey kiddo, your Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me.

“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks.

“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her.

“But you don't need anymore blood?” I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense.

“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called.

“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep.

“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.

“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.

“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room.

“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.

Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again.

“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says.

For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could.

“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?

Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take?

“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off.

“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better.

“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.

“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.

“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,”

I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment.

“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again.

“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate.

“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says.

“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,”

“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again.

“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”

“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”

“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”

“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy.

“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself.

“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features

“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.

“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”

“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone.

“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye.

“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion.

“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better.

“I love you too,” she says suddenly.

“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face.

“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”

It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter.

“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes.

“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say.

“Me?”

“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”

“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments.

“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us.

“He won’t care.”

“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.”

“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.

“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”

She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.

“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her.

“To tell my Dad.”

“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time.

“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.

I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.

“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.

“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.

“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.

“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.

“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”

“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”

“Yes,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“She asked me not to,” he says.

“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch.

“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.”

“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me.

“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.”

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