#Agnsty animation

[tripecake]

Angsty aah chikn nuggit animation that i finished two days ago and i forgot to uploud here It's not that good but it caust me a lot

[1960z]

julian found out he was an augment at 15 and I’m sure he had a lot of (extremely justified) huge emotions about that but because of his age I can’t help imagining dealing with them in the most hilariously over the top teen agnsty way possible.

he’s writing bad poetry about it. he’s dying his hair black. he’s listening to this animal I have become by three days grace and monster by skillet on the shuttle to school. it’s amazing.

[persy-r-bozo]

I want the world to know the ONLY thing stopping me from making epic watership down animatics and agnsty trippy dhmis animations is the fact I don't have the patience to animate on kritas awlful animation program and I'm NOT going back to flipashit.

[calistozom]

[10th-no-name-person]

I think Chase celebrated a little too much

-Contact name credit goes to @septic-dr-schneep-

[scarlet-ancunin]

I'm back I just got this thought of werewolf reader going feral and the idea for a request came to me so here goes

desire going to see werewolf reader but finds their house trashed and a window broken, desire goes out to find them and finds reader in full werewolf form but there's no sense of recognition in reader's eyes it's just full feral animal, reader tries to attack desire but they end up knocked out. Desire decided to bring them back to their realm until the full moon is over. Can be agnsty but if you want to add a fluffy ending that be fine too

Also are you planning on closing requests on sunday still? I still have one more request I'd like to send in if that's ok I know I've been sending in a lot I don't want to be a bother

hmm, my werewolf fics getting to you all I see *smirks* sure I'll do another one for you~

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Taming My Werewolf Lover

This was not good. Desire thought as they entered your apartment which was ruined and looked as if a personal war was happening in there. they looked around seeing no signs of life and you were not there either. "Y/n where are you.." Desire heard screams and went towards the window looking up to see a full moon. "hm well this is a intersting this must be that time of you killing must be a lovely sight" Desire was correct watching you kill dirty men from alleys or people that was being to loud Desire cared nothing for mortals much but becasue they was an endless they still have to help keep the natural order they suppose. However they only stepped in when You was about to kill a mother and son and they couldn't have that so they did a loud whistle that caught your attention and you turned around growling. Desire watched as you howl loudly into the air and suddenly ran towards them jumping and catching them. In hindsight, Desire should have thought this through. they could feel their claws sinking deep in their arms and they hissed before holding you close and moved you both to their Threshold. It was a long night for Desire because the moment they made it their they was slammed into a wall and they grunted. they could feel your teeth seek into their shoulder but they kept a tight leash on you. literally having a collar appear on your neck and pinning you to the wall before moving away. Desire knew their body would heal but it still sucked to get hurt and they was pouting leaning against the other wall watching you try to break free but Desire wouldnt allow it you was in their territory now. they whistle once more and when you turned to look at them you felt the sudden feeling to sleep and you end up laying down and closing your eyes tiredly. "ugh have to make a cage for you now you a big grumpy fluff ball" Desire complained before stripping their clothes and walking towards the bathroom to shower. after a long while they came back out and walked over to your sleeping form and taking the collar off before putting your werewolf head on top of their lap. their hair was wet and unkept it was a rare sight to see. Desire was asleep at this point and you was back to normal you look up at see their hair unkept and slightly curled. and you blush lightly. but you also noticed Desire's arms was and shoulder had a still healing wound and you felt your heart sink. you sat up and you wake them up slowly. "l-love im so sorry" you said once they opened their eyes and looked at you they smiled and held your hand. "im okay i heal very quickly and the pain is only for a moment im okay and im glad your calm now" you look down your ears flatten on your head and you felt them pet you "shh baby im not mad in fact im glad your not hurt okay" you lean to their touch and kissed them softly when they came closer to you. "you look rather sexy killing low life mortals though i must say i had certain unhinged thoughts but maybe ill tell you another time~" they giggle when you blush lightly and nod slowly tail wagging. "come on love lets go eat something after you put on some clothes....as the matter of fact stay like that we can eat in" they grin suddenly their eyes filled with lust.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @the-masked-scorpio , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6

[saturnsstufff]

Technoblade- Voices

Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing, hinting to Sexual themes

This takes place before Dream and Techno's team up. Also this is the draft of the ask that requested techno voices agnst, I wasnt sure if this was agnsty, so i figured id post this and attend to some actual agnst.

Living with techno was always interesting.

The two of you had lived in the Tundra for a while now, you used to reside in L'amanburg. However, that was blown up after Techno's Wither episode. Were you mad? Eh? Maybe? But also not really.

Your relationship isn't complicated, but it also wasn't simple. Besides Phil, you were the closest thing Techno held dearest. He was almost your Ares to lady Aphrodite- but you mutually agreed that that nickname spelled out your death, so you both would just quietly sweep that name under the rug.

However, If you requested it of him, he would have destroyed the whole world. He would have let it burn at your feet, just to see your eyes aglow with happiness and love for him. He was utterly smitten with you. Phil was also aware of this, he knew his dearest friend would put anything on the line for you. Phil sometimes would even question if Techno would have killed him if you asked. Regardless, everyone on the server knew to never harm, nor piss you off. For fear if they did, you would have just said the word, and suddenly, that person would cease to exist.

Well, almost everyone knew not to.

Quackity had a hunger to destroy your lover, and he would make sure he would succeed in his ideals. This is where the Butcher Army was founded. It was a closed group that hadn't hit the surface of L'amanburg yet. Quackity did this because knew there were two traitors among L'amanburg. Philza, and (Y/n). Now Quackity wasn't stupid. If he wanted to execute Techno he had to play Chess, and keep Techno playing Checkers. If he made one wrong step the whole plan would be blown, and Techno would be on him like a wild animal ready to tear him to shreds.

First he had to get Phil out of the picture. That was the easy part in this whole game of Chess, well, so he thought. Putting Phil under house arrest was a little struggle, and by little, you mean a big struggle. Well you lived in L'amanburg Techno had asked that you live with Phil so you would be protected. You weren't a fighter, but you also were not a pacifist, therefore you just needed someone to back you up.

With that said, as you can imagine, when Quackity and Fundy marched in the house. blades drawn, demanding that you go with them, only to manhandle you into the arms of Fundy. The blade to your neck. It didn't go over so well with Phil.

Phil was rightfully pissed.

Without hesitation Phil fought with tooth and nail to pry you from Fundy's arms. Feathers flying, snarls, the violent clink of the swords, all of it only added to the chaotic situation. You couldn't help the tears that spilled from your eyes. Only minutes ago you were packing your things with Phil to leave to see your Beloved, and now here you are. Struggling to try and drop out of Fundy's arm. The blade to your neck cutting against your gentle skin. You looked up at Fundy, his eyes went saddened when he faced you. Your tear stained face distorted in panic, and fear. His ears laid back in shame. Yet all he would whimper out was 'I'm so sorry'

By the time they got you out of the house, Phil was locked inside yelling strings of curses and death threats. Quackity looked quite roughed up. He now had a scar over his nose and cheek. A reminder that Phil's nails had edged into him during the struggle. You didn't look like a spring chicken either though. You were bleeding from the neck- nothing that would kill you of course. But simply cuts that had your blood dripping down onto your collar bone.

Quackity didn't care, he had to do this. He didn't hesitate to grab you by the hair and make you kneel in front of him. Forcing you to look at him. Ranboo voiced some oppositions of Quakitys actions, even Tubbo looked hesitant. "M-maybe we should take care of her before-" Quackity cut Ranboo's words off quickly.

"I don't give a damn about her. We're going to drag her to Techno, and force him to come with us. Isn't that right sweets..." His tone was nothing short of malicious. His eyed dancing with the power he held. He smirked, dangling a compass in front of you. "You know what this is, use it. Your going to take us to Techno, and make him come with us." He moved the blade against your neck. Pressing down as you whimpered at the harsh sting, tightly closing your eyes to avoid looking at him and the blade. "Open your fucking eyes." He commanded. Yanking your hair harder. Forcing more tears to spill from your eyes. When you did, he only watched you. "If you don't do as I say, my blade might just slip, down your neck." His eyes were narrowed. Daring you to challenge his authority.

The walk was painful for you. You were leading monsters in human forms to the one person who would never hurt you. You prayed he would understand. Even if you were saddened and hesitant to show them Techno, you also wanted to see him. You wanted him to take you in his arms, whisper into your ear about how much he loved you, how much you meant to him. You longed to feel how his gentle hand would cup your cheek, before it danced down and pulled you closer by the small of your back. You just wanted to lay into his chest. Listen to his heart beat, feel the warmth that radiated his chest. You wanted his comfort.

When the house came into view you knew it would only take time before techno would notice your presence. Quackity had you walk out from the tree line, and as soon as he deemed close enough he forced you back to kneeling. His sword drawn next to your head, as his hand held firm on the handle. You were the bait. "Technoblade I think I have something of yours!" Quackity yelled with a sneer.

As if on cue Techno had opened the door to his house. His eyes quickly found yours and only if in that moment you could have told Quackity of his grave mistake. Techno's stepped forward to the railing. His eyes swirling with utter rage. That rage could only double when his his eyes flickered over the blood that had dried on your neck. Under his hand the wood was crushed, splintering out.

He was ready to kill.

"What are you doing with her'' Was all techo had said. Your eyes were pleading with him. Begging in silence to save you. His tone was harsh and calculated. You could only imagine what the voices were saying to him.

The voices... when you had first gotten with Techno he was always hesitant to tell you of his voices. Fearing you would see him differently. But he was so thankful because you didn't. You saw him as your lover no matter what ran through his head, and the voices loved you for this. No matter what situation you and techno were in the voices lingered. When he would be kissing prayers into the skin of your neck, they would chant of your beauty. If he was on top of you, pleasuring you to the ends of the earth, the voices would still nag to hear your cries. Even when laying in bed, cuddled into his side they would roll within his head whispering of how peaceful you were.

But when he was angry... His anger is when the voices would scream. They would often claw at his head wanting to be heard. Chanting the same thing over, and over, almost as if on a broken record.

'Blood', 'Give us blood', 'Kill them.' 'Blood for the Blood God.' 'Skulls for the skull throne.'

This situation was no different. When he saw you, when the voices saw you, they went into a rampage. The clawing, the nagging, the screaming was full force in his head. Causing his ears to ring.

He would kill them all.

[gayri-chmac]

Things i want to see in Titans S3/4

Wally West and/or Roy Harper

Roy was name dropped at the beginning of season 2 and wally just seems inevitable. i think the more likely out of the two of them to show up is roy because a) he was name dropped and b) arrow has ended so it leaves that character open for more adaptations

Barbara Gordon

This is another character that was name dropped somewhere in season 2 i think. I don't know if she would still be Batgirl or if she would be Oracle but it would be cool if they did something like what they did with Donna in season 1

Lex Luthor

Tbh i don't know if this one is as substantial as the first two since because there's already a lex in supergirl, superman & lois, and the dceu. he was also name dropped a LOT in season 2 because of Mercy Graves but it would be cool for Conner's story in season 3. this also leads me into my next point

More Conner & Krypto

Conner is probably my favorite character and he deserves more screen time in season 3. i really want a storyline about lex luthor or a storyline about conner learning stuff about the world (ex. learning what the hell police are CONNER)

Rose & Jericho

This is a big thing i want to see. Rose and Jericho are now sharing a body and i want to see how that works for the two of them. Also a really funny thing i came up with is Jericho always interrupting Rose & Jason. I also want more Jericho & Dick scenes. i just love those two together.

Tim Drake

I could be wrong but I believe that Tim is already comfirmed for season 3 and he is set to be the next Robin. I want to see Jason's reaction to this but not Dick's because we already saw this in season 1 with Jason. This also leads me to my next point

Jason as Red Hood

I want to see Jason as Red Hood but i don't know how they are going to do it without a MAJOR time skip that would throw the entire show out of wack. If you don't know, in the comics, Jason was killed by The Joker but was later brought back to life by the Lazarus Pit. After that he kinda went bonkers but got his marbles back and became Red Hood, a more violent version of his past self. There were actually costume photos released of Curran Walters in the Red Hood suit on the Titans instagram. The way they do this is going to be confusing probably. I want them to do the original storyline of the comics but i think the way they are going to do it will be as follows: Jason being his agnsty self will find out that Bruce has found a new Robin in Tim Drake and has basically fired Jason. Then Jason will get super duper ultra mega mad and go on a rampage. Then he will become Red Hood and continue to be agnsty. the end.

Less Hank & Dawn

Hank & Dawn are beginning to get. on. my. nerves. they have no place on the show anymore. i really hope they leave the show or die. i mean between the literal demon vessel, the alien queen, the kid who can change his form into any animal, and the kryptonian, they're kind of obsolete.

Less Rachel

Tbh Rachel has gotten super annoying & overbearing. She's the mary sue of the show. i really don't like her but maybe that's just personal preference.

Please don't make Blackfire the big bad

Blackfire should be the secondary villain. the end.

Tell me your thoughts!

[realm-sweet-realm]

I posted 3,052 times in 2021

205 posts created (7%)

2847 posts reblogged (93%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 13.9 posts.

I added 7,775 tags in 2021

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#art - 1994 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#there's some agnsty stuff i could put here too but man it's already long. might as well stick to the cute ones so it doesn't go on forever!

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

We’ve been talking about Grant’s ink form in the Step Right Up AU, and guys...

Guys, he’s adorable.

-He can change size to be up to seven feet tall, and can get to be even bigger if there’s external ink for him to use. But the easist form for him to take, and the one he takes most often, is the size of a scarf. He’s a snakey little dragon with short limbs and small wings the size of a scarf.

-He likes resting on people’s shoulders like this:

-During his shows, he pretends to be a big, mindless beast as he spits his fire and grows to the size of a truck, maybe even taking to the air for a few seconds once he’s more experienced at being a dragon. But he actually has all the intelligence he once had as a human. You say something dumb during a conversation and the snake with limbs lifts his head up to glare at you in contempt.

-Bertrum has a tradition of knitting something for everyone in the troupe when they join. He loves to knit! Obviously, when Grant transformed, his old knitted gift didn’t fit, so Bertrum made him a new one. It looked like this, but with holes for the limbs:

Hard to be a grouchy old firebreather when you’re a well-dressed and well-treated snake with wings!

38 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 05:35:53 GMT

#4

Does anyone remember that 1 million-year-old AU, the ink fumes AU?

Well, what if ink fumes not only made humans hallucinate that they’re ink creatures, but made ink creatures hallucinate that they’re regular humans working in an animation studio?

Imagine the possibilities!

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Lost one: my prophet… when do you think that the ink demon will release us from this cold, inky hell?

Sammy: Uh... your shift ends at six. Drama queen.

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Allison: Tom why aren’t you talking to me?

Allison: Is it something I said?

Allison: Oh, hi, Joey! Tom, what are you doing with that axe?

Allison, distressed as Tom axes the ink demon: THoMAS StOP-

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Joey, backing Henry into a corner until he’s trapped and cowering as the ink demon closes in: Henry! Nice to see you back.

Joey: What’s got you so tense? Is there something behind me?

Of course, there are plenty of horrific ways this could go, too- Susie could get high on ink fumes and see the corpses of so many of her coworkers and have no idea what happened. And of course there’s dozens of ways that characters could die this way, by going to talk to someone who’s actually very dangerous.

39 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 01:44:54 GMT

#3

39. Grant and Shawn

“So, uh, Grant, I’m in jail,” Shawn started, leaning against the police station wall with the phone to his ear. He was standing on one leg because the other hurt like hell to put any weight on. The police had practically had to drag him in, and not because he was resisting.

“What am I here for? Oh, you know, murder of countless innocents again.”

“I know it’s not funny. Ah’m sorry about this. But I was hoping you could pay my bail. It isn’t much.” Shawn tested his bad leg again. Not only did it hurt, it felt swollen and inflexible. Not a good sign.

“100$. I’ll pay you back, Ah promise. And uh... could you maybe wait a couple days beforehand? Ah think I broke m’leg, and if I stay here for a couple days, ah’ll get to see a doctor for free.”

“Yep. Hopeless. That’s me.”  

“Fine, ah’ll tell ya. Wally dared me to climb this 15-foot fence that was around a building. Once ah put my hand over the top of it, alarms went off, and I jumped to make a run fer it, and... yeah. That’s what happened.”

“You’ll do it? Thanks, buddy. You’re really going above and beyond, here.”

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It paid to have a responsible boyfriend, and Shawn was grateful to not have to spend a month in prison for attempted trespassing. The hospital had put a cast on his leg and told him to take it easy, and Grant had picked him up from the police station in a cab take him home.

“So, are you going to be alright living on your own with those?” Grant asked, motioning vaguely at the cast and crutches.

Shawn hadn’t thought of that. “yeah...? Why wouldn’t I?”

“All the new physical limitations you have to get used to. And the fact you live in an apartment a few floors up where you’ll have to manage the stairs every day. I’m just saying...”

After a year of dating, Shawn was well-used to Grant struggling with words, and could generally guess what he meant. “Saying... ‘please move in to my house, Shawn, you make my life so much brighter and it’s so lonely there without you'?”

Grant blushed. “It doesn’t have to be for more than a few days unless you want it to- consider it a trial run, I guess. Or it could be longer, whatever happens. But we have been together for over a year, and I have been meaning to ask for a while, and I mean, I don’t want you trying to do everything yourself right away.  If you don’t rest, you won’t heal. That makes sense, right?”

“Yeah. It makes sense. I’m just sorry that this isn’t under better circumstances.”

Grant laughed a little. “Well, I needed some excuse or I couldn’t have gone through with it.”

“Yep, I know you wouldn’t have. No need to thank me.”

It honestly still felt a little surreal. When Shawn had first asked him out, Grant knew better than to pass up a good thing, but he was fairly certain it would last a solid two weeks before Shawn found someone better-suited to him. Shawn was fun and spontaneous and outgoing and a hundred other things he wasn’t, and he really brightened Grant’s life with his stories and jokes and with their little outings. Of course, Shawn also loved to risk situations like this, but that was part of the package. And somehow, that had lasted for over a year and gotten to the point where they might be living together.

Of course, his mind was cooking up a thousand ways that this could go wrong and end with Shawn realizing something about him that would ruin this, but after having that happen with practically every change in their relationship, Grant had just learned to try and ignore it.

“So, you were playing truth or dare with Wally again? Tell me more.”

The Irishman launched into a story about their adventures. If there was anything that being with Shawn had taught him, it was that sometimes you just need to turn your brain off, enjoy the moment, see where it goes.

39 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 14:07:45 GMT

#2

Joey: I'm a way better judge of character than you are.

Henry: What makes you think that?

Joey: Well, I picked you.

Joey: You, on the other hand, picked me.

70 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 00:42:29 GMT

#1

Sammy: I hate touching people.

Sammy: The only physical contact I like is the feeling of slapping a bitch.

Susie: Jack is literally in your arms right now.

Sammy, pulling Jack closer: That is entirely different.

76 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 00:40:26 GMT

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[sofaeatspaint]

poorly described animes

horny gambling school

anime chicken run

teenage mutant nina high schoolers

if sailor moon and demon slayer had a child

agnsty beethoven

rube goldberg’s family tree

modern retelling of the bible

agnsty zootopia

slightly less agnsty zootopia

the real strongest anime character

anime harry potter but way better

green dora the explorer

barbie beyblades

try and guess them i dare you

[darlingmyheartisyours]

random anxiety quick-fixes

welp, here i am again. you certainly didn’t ask but here it is. (just a quick psa - i’m not a mental health expert by any stretch, just someone who knows what it’s like to have your brain going in a million different directions at once. take these tips with a pinch of salt). 

- take a shower. By this, I mean a proper one. Get out your unopened fancy shower/bath products (nobody’s going to care that you’re using bath milk in the shower, trust me), press play on your most chilled out playlist and spend some time just focusing on how the water feels against your skin. 

- listen to lo-fi (hip hop) beats. It can be tempting to play your most agnsty/depressing music when you feel a bit on edge, but to refresh your perspective, try listening to something that doesn’t require so much brain power. 

- watch a cartoon. this is a weird one, but instead of heavy dramas or thrillers that make my anxiety skyrocket, i like to focus my attention on some of the animated movies i loved as a child. Lately, I’ve really been loving studio ghibli movies. 

- if this feels like too much, or your eyes are tired from staring nonstop at your computer screen, play the soundtrack of one of your favourite movies and close your eyes. 

- move to a different place in your house/apartment/dorms/mansion. remember that thing I said about a fresh perspective earlier? chances are, anxiety or whatever you’ve got going on in your head right now is making your body tense up and curl into itself, because that’s literally what it’s programmed to do. going out to sit in the garden, or at your kitchen table, or even just moving from your bed to your chair will make your brain take a pause to recollect itself. 

- learn something. maybe it’s just me and how my anxiety makes me feel like I should always be productive, but actually sitting down and turning my attention to something else makes me calm down. this doesn’t have to be school work - it could be picking up that book on aliens that you’ve kept stacked in a remote corner of your room, or watching an episode of a tv show in another language. 

- most importantly, take a deep breath and know that this, like everything else, will pass. 

[misstinfoilhat]

OH lord

I just found the OVA of Levi’s backstory in the anime on youtube and I shattered and I promise I’ll be back with some agnsty AF Levi fics at some point

[najeeharris]

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then choose 10 victims.

Tagged by @jimmysbutler, tysm!!!

Life Itself - Glass Animals (recently added but the album this comes from has an entire, complex story behind it and I love it!!!)

Heartilation - AJ (my go to Sad And Agnsty Song™️ cause I’m edgy but this song is so good so)

Aftermath - Caravan Palace (idk how to really describe this one. It’s just so good and honestly gives me inspo???)

Mom - Highly Suspect (The Mom Issues Anthem™️ and is ALSO a major bop so 👀👀)

Pump Pump - Snoop Dogg (mMM I do love myself some 90s rap cause its GREAT)

Rise (good morning) - Flux The Cynic (ok so maybe I’m a slut for cHiLl HoP bEaTs To StUdY tO BUT i love this one cause i listened to it nonstop in the Philippines and now when i listen to it, i get nostalgic so like :))

You’re A Mirror I Cannot Avoid - Bad Books (one of my go to sad songs cause it’s beautiful :))

Side Effects - Cehryl (i actually recently added this one but like wow!!! chill song!!! underrated artist!!! they remind me of The Marías kinda???)

All Her Books - FEIN (another criminally underrated artist. Love this song sm!!)

A Pearl - Mitski (MITSKI!! MY MOM!! a bop, a beautiful music video. perfect amount of angst and sadness, love it.)

I’m tagging @deadmiles-xx, @swinginsportscutebasketball, @traeyoungs, and @ktkrrr because I wuv y’all and I had fun doing this so I thought y’all might wanna do it too!!! (Only if you want to though !!!!) and ofc, anyone else who wants to do it!!

[thetypewriterimproviser]

Believe [Jack Kline x OC]

My first original post on tumblr. This is exciting and terrifying at the same time. This has been hanging around in my ‘Writing’ folder for a few months and figured I should do something about it. I guess it was meant to be a oneshot, but it would be so easy to make it a more-than-one-shot. 

It’s been a little while since I’ve had reliable WiFi to watch SPN on Netflix, so this is going to be pretty canon-divergent. Deal with it. 

Title : Believe Pairing : Jack Kline x fem!OC Warnings : Nothing to bad, mentions of some serious homophobia and the death of a family member, some OOCness maybe Summary : Jack meets a girl while out for a walk.  Basically some agnsty fluff I own nothing but my OC.  Please be nice to me. 

“Can I go outside?”

The question broke through the silence of the bunker.

It was late afternoon and it had been quiet all day. No one dared to do more than turn a page in a book or type on a laptop; none of the men wanted to jinx or break the calm that had settled over the unconventional home.

The question asked by the young Jack Kline had been the first words spoken in hours.

 “Uh, yeah, Jack.” It was Sam Winchester who answered. “Go ahead.”

Grinning at the hunter’s words, the half-angel leapt to his feet and pulled on his jacket.

 “Hey—Stay close,” the older Winchester called as Jack ascended the metal stairs to the door.

“I will, Dean,” Jack assured with a nod of his head. “I just want to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.” 

Sam and Dean made soft grunts to indicate they heard the Nephilim, but they had already gone back to their respective quiet activities; Sam was reading a book (he was working his way through the series Game of Thrones was based on) and Dean was doing something on a laptop.   

Once outside the bunker, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs rather than the stale air of the bunker. After looking around, contemplating in which direction to walk, he set off to the wooded area just across the dirt road the Impala roared down when the hunters came and went. 

During his short life, Jack realized it was normal for one to spend time by themselves. Dean worked on his beloved Baby, Sam read fiction books, and Castiel left for short periods of time, side-stepping questions about where he had been. Jack read all the time, and he didn’t know anything about cars, so he opted for a Castiel-like approach; going off somewhere.

Like he told Sam he would, Jack stayed relatively close to the bunker, taking great care not to get lost. Every now and then, he reminded himself that he could simply pop back into the bunker with the powers that came along with his grace, but after some thought, the Nephilim chose the human way. He also chose not to think about his grace, aside from the errant thought. After spending so much time trying to gain more control over the power within him in the recent months, Jack wanted to take a break. 

All I’ve done is give myself headaches and bloody noses and moved a pencil a few feet. Jack shoved his fists in his pockets and kicked a pine cone as the thought came across his mind. 

Jack chose to focus on the trees and environment around him; with his heightened senses, he could see the small droplets of water on the leaves and suspended between pine needles. His feet made soft crunching sounds on the ground, and he found the sound oddly satisfying, almost calming. Now and then, the chatter of a squirrel or the song of a bird rang clear in his ears, causing Jack to stop walking and try to find the animal from which the sound came. The tiny creatures amazed him; they were so small, so breakable, yet the species continued to survive for millions or years of years. 

While he listened to the song of a plump bird with an orange breast, Jack heard the sound of tires screeching to a halt on gravel in the distance. It was soon followed by the slam of a vehicle door. The bird flew away when the slam echoed through the woods, bouncing off trees in a way Jack found very distracting. 

When Jack heard the footsteps stamping through the trees, his first impression was that the footsteps sounded angry. The angry footsteps began walking in the general direction of the half-angel, so he made a slight turn so his own path didn’t cross that of the angry footsteps. 

It wasn’t until Jack stopped to watch a mother rabbit and her small brood under a tree that he noticed the angry footsteps were quite close. It wasn’t hard for his sharp eyes to make out the shape of the person stomping through the woods. They had their hands in fists at their side, shaking with absolute rage. His curiosity was piqued, but Jack hesitated in following—Sometimes people wanted to be alone, and, as Dean put it, Jack could be annoying at times. 

He hadn’t even taken a step before a particular sound hit his ears; a sob. The angry footsteps belonged to a person who was crying. The sadness in that sob seemed to contradict the anger expressed in their cadence. Jack took a couple steps towards the sobbing, angry-footed person out of sympathy and curiosity, debating if he should approach them. 

Suddenly, a scream pierced the calm. 

Jack flinched in surprise at the sound. He quickly jogged towards the sound, questions flashing through his mind. Where they hurt? Was someone attaching them?

When he broke into a clearing, he took in the sight before him in a matter of seconds. 

An octagonal sort of building, which was little more than a floor and roof held up with slim pieces of wood, a low railing was along the floor, and led into the railings of the three small steps. The owner of the angry footsteps was a girl. She looked about the same age as Jack’s body, but was much smaller—more petite. Her little hands where in tight fists, shaking at her sides as she leaned forward slightly as another scream ripped out of her throat. 

When she stopped to take a ragged inhale, Jack spoke. 

“Why are you screaming?” 

The innocent question made the girl jump around and let out a short, high-pitched shriek. She looked at Jack with a tear-stained, confused face as she clutched her hands to her chest. 

“I’m sorry,” the boy said earnestly, ducking his head slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The girl sniffed loudly, shaking her head. Her hands, no longer clutched to her chest, raked her hair back from her face, as the strands were getting stuck to her wet cheeks. “No, no it’s ok…I just wasn’t expecting anybody to be out here.” 

Jack nodded at the explanation. “Why were you screaming?” 

She let out a laugh that didn’t sound all that happy, and harshly wiped the tears from her face with the cuffs of her sweater. “I…I’ve had a very hard day, and-and I just had to scream. Let it all out, you know?” 

The brunet boy simply tilted his head slightly to one side and furrowed his brows in confusion. “Did screaming help?” 

The girl laughed again, but it sounded a little more genuine than the previous one. “I dunno…Kinda, I guess…Sure didn’t make me feel worse.” 

There was a pause. 

“I-I’m Harlow,” the girl said, moving to sit on the steps of the funny little building. She gave a tight-lipped smile that she tried to portray as genuine, but it made her look like she was in pain. 

Jack realized he was supposed to say his name, now. “I’m Jack.” 

Harlow had her elbow on her knee, and her chin on her hand. She sighed heavily. “What’er you doin’ way out here, Jack?” 

Remaining where he stood at the edge of the trees, the Nephilim answered honestly. “I’m out for a walk, I wanted some fresh air. What about you?” 

Curiously, Harlow didn’t answer Jack’s question. Instead, she looked around at the worn wooden building. “You know, my dad built this gazebo.”

“What’s a gazebo?” Jack asked innocently. The confused, disbelieving look on the girl’s face made him shift on his feet. “I…had a very sheltered upbringing.” 

Sam had said something similar to a waitress while Jack was in awe of the honey-comb pattern in his waffle, having never had or seen one before. 

Harlow seemed to accept the answer with a slight nod and gestured to the octagonal building behind her. “This is a gazebo…Well, it’s a very run down gazebo…My dad built it for his wedding to my mom—They got married way out here with just a priest, themselves, and a handful of close friends.” 

Jack nodded, and slowly approached the gazebo. He raised a hand to touch one of the railings. It was covered in chipped varnish that flaked off at his touch, and at least two decades of dirt made a film over it. The railings on seven sides of the gazebo were held up by intricately carved flowers, spirals and spokes. 

“This is a beautiful creation,” Jack commented. He found it amazing that the trees around Harlow and him could be turned into the small building—a gazebo—with human hands. “Your father is very talented.” 

“Yeah, he really was.” Harlow’s voice was soft with emotion, but slightly raspy from her crying and screaming. She looked over her shoulder at the floor of the gazebo. She dragged her fingers through the dirt on the smooth floor, making pattern of wavy lines. “He’s gone now.” 

Jack’s heart filled with sympathy once again. He took a step so he stood next to Harlow as she sat on the worn wooden steps. “My mother’s gone, too. She’s in Heaven now.” 

“I’m sorry,” Harlow croaked out, coughing once and clearing her throat after. Jack could feel the honesty and warmth from her words, and it made him feel oddly safe. Her voice was smoother the next time she spoke. “How old were you?” 

A conversation with Dean and Castiel came to Jack’s mind. They told him that he shouldn’t say some things to ‘normal’ people, his actual age being one of them. Because Jack didn’t want to outrightly lie to people, Dean told him about ‘half-truths.’ “She died when I was born.” 

“Oh…I’m sorry.” Harlow was just as sincere as before, looking up at Jack with wide brown eyes. The color reminded Jack of whisky. When he held her gaze, Harlow’s cheeks turned pink and she looked down at her skirt. No longer holding each other’s gaze, the half-angel took the opportunity to look at Harlow more carefully. 

She was a small human; shorter and slimmer than Jack was. Her hair was a deep, dark brown—almost black—and hung far past her shoulder blades in a natural way. There were some pins stuck in the thick waves, and Jack could smell something vaguely chemical from her hair; Harlow apparently wanted to tame her brunette mane with product and pins. He had an inkling that it would look much nicer if she had left it in its natural state. She was dressed quite formally in a black skirt, a white collared shirt under a black sweater, sheer black tights, and black shoes that were probably once shiny, but stomping through the woods had made them less so. 

Harlow looked up at Jack again. 

He had been caught staring, felt an uncomfortable heat creek up is cheeks, and he pursed his lips whist trying to smile. While Harlow’s irises were a warm whisky brown, her eyes were red and puffy. He recalled the sobs he heard earlier. “Why were you crying?” 

She looked down at her hands, picking at the pale purple varnish on her fingernails. Harlow’s gaze flickered to Jack, and a smile tugged at her lips briefly. She sniffled. “You can sit down, you know. Don’t have to stand around like scarecrow.” 

Although he didn’t completely understand what he meant, Jack sat on the steps next to the human girl. He was significantly taller than Harlow even while sitting; the top of her head was level with his shoulder.   

Neither spoke as Jack settled on the squeaky step and the silence continued for a while after. He supposed that she would speak when she was ready, so he admired the woods while he waited. 

“I came here from my brother’s funeral,” Harlow said, seeming to answer Jack’s question. She began picking at her nail polish more aggressively. “We were really close…He was my best friend, really. I’m having a hard time trying to imagine my life without him.” 

“I’m sorry.” Jack parroted the words she’d said earlier, but with the same sympathy and earnestness she had. 

Harlow let out a gross sniffle, wiped her nose and mouth with her sleeve and shrugged. “He’s with our dad now, I guess…Better him be there with him than here with our mom.” 

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, both curious and confused by her words. Even if Harlow’s brother was in Heaven, how was it preferable to remaining living? 

“My mom is very religious, and Beau, my brother, was gay,” Harlow mumbled, glancing to Jack, who still had a confused look on his face. She managed a small smile of amusement and let out a chuckle. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about being sheltered, were you?” 

Jack’s cheeks turned pink, and he looked at his lap with a closed lipped, embarrassed smile. 

“Beau was homosexual. He liked boys, not girls. Romantic-liking, you know?” Harlow explained briefly, then trailed off. She sighed heavily. “Beau liked boys and not girls like my mom said he should…He liked boys, and my mom just hated him for it.” 

Jack nodded slowly as he absorbed and processed the information. “What does your mother’s religious beliefs have to do with her hating your brother for being gay?” 

“Oh, I am not the right person to ask about that.” Harlow had a wry, bright smile on her face. “I’m an atheist.” 

She preemptively answered the question she just knew Jack would ask. “I don’t believe in it—Religion, I mean. None of them. I don’t think there’s any higher power out there with some master plan for everyone.” 

Before he could stop himself, Jack blurted out a question. “What about angels?” 

Harlow shrugged. “I believe in what I can see, and I’ve never seen a guy in a white robe with a halo and fluffy wings.” 

Jack remained quiet. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Harlow’s words; she didn’t believe in half of him. But, she also didn’t know she didn’t believe in half of him. As far as she was concerned, Jack was as human as she was. Suddenly, the Nephilim had an illuminating thought. With her, he could be human. They could have a human, uncomplicated, natural friendship. No angels or demons, no angel blades—It was very hard for Jack not to smile at the idea; a normal friendship. 

The human girl had nearly removed all the nail polish on her right hand, so she turned to her tights, beginning to pick at the thin strands. Quickly, there was a large run over the left knee. “She said it was good he was dead.” 

The half-angel’s brows furrowed. “What?” 

“At Beau’s wake…People get up and say all sorts of nice things, you know? Well, everyone had great things to say about him. He was really smart, played football in school, and he volunteered at the animal shelter on the weekends. His football coach talked, most of his teachers, the guy who oversaw his volunteer hours at the shelter, all of his friends—Everyone was crying because he—Beau was so good and he’s gone.” Harlow sniffled, and roughly wiped her hands over her face. “Then dear old mom stood at the podium, and in front of everybody—There had to be a hundred people crammed into that room—She-She says she’s glad Beau is dead and-and now he can’t embarrass our family anymore and that the Devil was whispering in his ear and that he’s-he’s burning in Hell and-and she’s happy about it!” 

Jack could only watch helplessly as the human girl dissolve into tears. 

Suddenly, the Nephilim felt something rub against his grace. Curious, Jack reached out carefully, and he nearly gasped at what he felt. 

He was feeling Harlow’s soul. 

Because of the grace he possessed from his angelic side, Jack had the ability to feel people’s souls. He couldn’t naturally feel anything, but because he was tuned into humans in a way that angels were not, if he focused hard enough, or a person was feeling hard enough, flickers of the soul would peek out and his grace could feel it. He spent a lot of time with Sam and Dean, so feeling flickers of their ragged, resilient energy was common for Jack. 

That was nothing like Harlow’s soul. 

Harlow’s soul was bright; Jack swore it was illuminating her eyes from within her. Her soul was bright, kind, and warm. When his grace brushed up against the aura of Harlow’s soul, he felt like he’d just drank a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day; it warmed him from the inside. Seeing someone with such a pure soul expressing such utter sadness broke his heart. This wasn’t a flicker like Jack had felt before, this was like Harlow’s soul was exploding from her petite body and his grace was just standing in the way. 

“Can I hug you?” 

Still crying, Harlow looked at him. She was a bit surprised, but nodded slowly. She turned a bit to face Jack and leaned her body towards his until her forehead was resting on his shoulder. Jack wrapped both arms around Harlow, carful not to squeeze too hard. She didn’t wrap her arms around him in return like he expected. He was about to let her go, but the comfort and thankfulness that bled through her soul and into Jack’s grace prompted him to hang on. He moved his thumb up and down over Harlow’s sweater-clad arm. He’d seen couples embrace on TV in a similar way; he copied them farther by gently resting his chin on the crown of the human girl’s head. Harlow eventually embraced him back, her hands coming to rest on his sides, under his jacket. The heat from her palm seeped through the white t-shirt he wore. 

As if the universe knew what needed to happen, when Harlow’s hand touched Jack, only a thin layer of cotton between them, the Nephilim felt her soul more intensely than anything he’d ever experienced. It was like her hand touched his grace, not him, and the contact made Jack shiver in an unfamiliar way. He hugged Harlow closer in response, his eyes closing and brows furrowing as the feeling consumed him. The power he struggled to contain and control was calm. He no longer felt like a glass bottle struggling to keep the cork from bursting out the neck, or that there was an inner battle raging inside him with each side urging him to make a good or bad choice. He felt at peace. Harlow’s soul felt warm in comparison to the comfortable temperature of his grace, and he couldn’t recall a moment he felt so normal. 

After some time, became used to the feeling and Jack felt like he needed to say something. “I’m sorry what your mother said made you cry.”

The human let out a teary laugh. “You’re a special guy, Jack. Anyone ever tell you that before?” 

He nodded in response, his chin moving against her hair. “They have, yes.” 

That made Harlow laugh even more, genuine laughter. She leaned back and again wiped her face with her cuff. “I’m sorry to just…To unload all this on you. If you’re walking through the woods alone, you must be going through your own stuff.” 

Jack’s brows furrowed as he thought. “I’m not really supposed to tell people about it.” 

“I get it,” Harlow sighed softly, very aware that although Jack had dropped one arm, his other remained over her shoulders. She scooted closer to him; the sun we setting and the temperature was dropping, and Jack absolutely radiated warmth. “According to my mom, I’m not supposed to tell anybody that Beau is gay. But it’s not like he kept it a secret, most people knew anyway.” 

“If you’re not supposed to talk about it, why’d you tell me?” Jack asked curiously. “If my father told me not to talk about something, I wouldn’t.” 

“No, no I get it,” Harlow mumbled, playing with the run in her tights. It spanned her knee and up her thigh. “But sometimes things are just too…They’re just too heavy and you just gotta tell someone.” 

Jack nodded, his thumb still moving slowly against Harlow’s shoulder. 

“Given all that…I gotta ask that you don’t tell anybody about what I told you.” She seemed ashamed that she had to ask that of him. 

“I won’t,” Jack assured her, a closed lipped smile on his face. 

Harlow smiled, this time it was playful. “Pinky promise?” 

Looking between her face, and the hand held towards him with a pinky finger, with the remains of the light purple varnish around her cuticle, extended from a closed fist. “What’s a pinky promise?” 

Harlow smiled softly at his naiveite. “It’s like…It’s like a stronger promise. Just wrap your pinky around mine.” 

The Nephilim put his hand out in the same position as Harlow’s and curled his little finger around hers. Jack glanced at her for approval, which was given by way of Harlow’s gentle smile and nodding head. She shook their interlocked fingers once, then let his go. “Congratulations, Jack. You just took part in your first pinky promise.” 

Jack responded by grinning wide, making Harlow smile as well. She eventually blushed and ducked her head. “You know, I probably should’a left a while ago…I should technically be at the stupid buffet planned after the wake.” 

“Why didn’t you go earlier, then?” 

The human girl looked away shyly. “I dunno…I like talking with you…Makes me feel happy, and I’m not happy very often.” 

Jack’s grin turned into a softer smile; he was honored Harlow felt that way, but when she said she wasn’t happy very often, his concern grew. He watched Harlow tuck her hair behind her ear; Jack saw four earrings in the revealed ear. Two small gold stars, a small dark blue stone, and at the top curve of her ear, was a small gold hoop. “I’m happy I can make you feel happy.” 

Harlow looked Jack in the eye. Her whisky irises were still swimming in red, but were brighter than before. “Good.” 

It was quiet for some time after that, both Jack and Harlow feeling comfortable in each other’s silence as they sat on the gazebo steps. The sun was just a sliver on the horizon now, but neither felt the urge to leave right away. 

The human was the one to break the silence. “I really should go now.” 

“I should return home as well,” Jack admitted. 

After taking a second to compose herself, Harlow got up. She let out a little disgruntled sound that Jack found very amusing as she inspected her tights. He stood as well and watched as she took her phone and car keys from the gazebo floor. 

“Can I see you again?” Jack asked, smiling hopefully at the human girl. 

She shyly smiled back and bit her bottom lip so she didn’t smile. The boy looked like a puppy, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands at his sides, eyes shining and brown hair flopping over his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’d like that…What’s your number?” 

Jack stopped his puppy-like antics, and looked from Harlow with his confused, slightly tilted face. “What number?”

Harlow laughed a little, ducking her head. “You phone number, Jack.” 

“Oh,” he said, nodding in understanding. “I don’t have a phone.” 

The human girl smiled wider and nodded after a moment of thought. “That actually doesn’t surprise me at all.” 

“Can we meet here again? At your gazebo?” Jack looked hopefully to Harlow, and there was no way she was going to find the willpower to deny the sweet boy. 

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” 

“Great! Can you come back tomorrow?” Jack was grinning once again and radiating hope. “Same time?” 

Harlow nodded, her cheeks pink, and spoke softly. “Yeah…See ‘ya tomorrow, Jack.” 

“See you tomorrow Harlow!” Jack responded enthusiastically. 

The Nephilim stood by the gazebo, waving briefly, as the human girl walked away. He stood there until he couldn’t see Harlow’s dark brown hair through the trees anymore. A few minutes later, a vehicle door opened and closed. Jack let out a sigh as the sound of an engine and tires on gravel faded into the distance.

“Hey kid,” Dean greeted, hardly looking up from the book open before him. “How was your walk?” 

“Very nice,” Jack answered, trying to suppress his smile. “I’m going on another one tomorrow.”

Worth continuing?

[glenandbrisketpowellsdogpack]

I just want this agnsty week to be over. I not only had a headache for 5 days straight, dealt with my friend's anniversary of her passing, but also because of my job, found out one of the dogs that often boards with us passed last night, after we were rushing him to emergency Vet. This was the second dog that has passed since working here, earlier this tear one of the dogs I use to dog sit had to be put down. It just sucks and I know is always one of the hardest things that is part of the job when working with animals.

Although, none of these dogs are mine, I do love them like they are my own. It's often one of the perks that makes me enjoy my job when I get to see them for a bit almost every day. Sometimes leaving for the day is hard because the dogs don't want me to leave and block the door. You know a dog loves you when they don't want you to leave.

[shard010]

About the meteor- since the ice Pod fell with it would they think that the Pod was inside the meteor, or maybe parts of his planet that hot destroyed? Also since it's full of ecto-ranium how would it affect the the fields, Kent's, and Danny past crash landing?

Would it mutate the food? Does it have any positive or adverse affects with the Kents? (Ma and Pa may feel more lively than they had in years, or aces and pains may be worse. Small symptoms but for a more agnsty story it could be affecting them worse qnd with illness)

Would it have any longterm affects on Danny especially since it's in the fields. Would the pieces radiate a field? Does some of the shards get carried into the house? How do the Kents deal with the leftover meteor? Did some pieces land other than the farm for others to study any get a hold of? How would it affect the environment and animals and people who stumble upon it there, what do they do with the pieces they have?

This is perfect for incorporating him into the DC universe in another way qnd to have an overarching plot going. There are a lot of meet the batfam with different ways do to it, why not do similar with Kents. It's basically superman variety introduction but with twists and misunderstandingings!

Bonus- Also Danny would likely bring Conner into the family after meeting him in some way, regardless of amnesia. Ma and Pa are disappointed in Klark and dote on Conner when he finally comes around for a visit.

Short DP X DC Prompts #42

Clark Kent gets a frantic call from Ma and Pa Kent. A young boy with white hair and green eyes fell from the sky and landed in their fields