#But it upsets me occasionally. When I have to kill someone on my dash 4 being Mean

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Querencia Pt. 5

Gif not mine

Summary: Pregnant and alone, you stumble upon a man in the middle of a quarry. You save him from a walker. It all happens fast, but you are in labor and the man you just saved claims to know someone who can help. Will you accept his help or turn the other way?

Querencia - (n.) A place where one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m back with another part! How long has it been since I updated? Let’s not think about that right now....  I’m not really happy with it though. The ending is kinda meh to me but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, major character death, my grammar.

Word Count: 5k

Series parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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Playlist:  Querencia

    Shane was fuming and his muscles were stiff. As soon as Shane made the first move, everybody else followed. I followed suit but in a slower manner. I still had Edmund in my arms. 

    A crunching sound came from my right. I glanced in that direction. Beside me, Carol matched my pace. I guess she didn’t want to run either.

    Lori was behind Carol and I could hear her shout Shane’s name. She was struggling to keep up like the rest of the group. Shane obviously had a head start, being the first one to witness what came out of the woods.  

    However, everyone else was in a clump of people stumbling over the grass and sticks which had fallen on the ground. The gravel on the ground near the barn didn’t help. Even with the things in the way everyone persevered.

 Shane had made it to where Rick and Hershel stopped. Some of the members of the group had stopped behind Rick and Hershel. Lori and Carl stood in front of Carol and me but behind everyone else.

The closer I got, the better I could see. Rick and Hershel were holding onto poles. The poles had a snare at the end which was currently wrapped around a walkers neck. What the hell is Rick thinking? This isn’t solving any of our problems. It’s causing more problems.

    I stopped behind Daryl while cradling Edmund to my chest. I was trying to shield him from all the shouting going on. From behind me, I noticed that Carol had stopped walking and was holding her hands to her chest.

    “What the hell are you doing?” Shane roared in Rick's direction.

    With the same amount of force, rick yelled back, “Shane, just back off!” Shane had begun to circle around the two men. His muscles were still stiff and a few veins in his neck were protruding outwards.

    “Why do your people have guns?” Poor Hershel hadn’t caught on.

    “Are you Kiddin’ me? You see? You see what they’re holdin’ onto?”

    “I see who I’m holding onto!” Hershel had begun to raise his voice.

    “Nah, man, you don’t!”

    Rick was struggling to calm down his best friend. “Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk,” Rick looked conflicted. He couldn’t let go of the pole but his words didn’t seem to be making an effect on Shane.

    “What you want ta talk about, Rick? These things ain’t sick! They’re not people. They’re dead. Ain’t gonna feel nothin’ for them ‘cause all they do, they kill!” As Shane talked, he stalked around Hershel and Rick. It was as if he was a vulture circling his prey, “These things right here, they’re the things that killed Amy! They killed Otis! They’re gonna kill all of us-” 

    “Shane, shut up!” Rick still had a grip on the snare pole but looked to be seriously considering letting go to prevent Shane from causing more bad than good.

    “Hey, Hershel man, let me ask you something. Can a living breathing person, could they walk away from something like this?” Shane shoots three rounds into the walker

    “No!” Rick shouts out. 

    With the impact of the bullets, Hershel seemed to be a little shocked. His face was blank. Maggie had stumbled away from the walker too afraid of getting accidentally shot. 

    Those who carried guns, had them trained on the walkers. The others, though, were tense. With wide eyes, they, including me, watched on.

    “Stop it!” Rick was helpless. This was his third attempt at trying to stop Shane without getting physical.

    “That’s three rounds in the chest. Could someone who’s alive, could they just take that?! Why is it still coming?” Shane fires two more rounds, “That’s it’s heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?” Shane fires three more rounds.

    “Shane, enough!” With the fourth attempt, Rick finally got through to Shane, but it didn’t give the preferred outcome.

    “Yeah, you’re right man. That is enough,” I watched as Shane trekked up to the walker and fired one last blow to the brain. The walker’s head, from the force, flew back and its body crumpled to the ground with a thunk. 

    As the walker fell, Hershel’s grip on the pole loosened. The pole slipped from his hands. Hershel had an unreadable expression on his face; His eyes were trained on the once animated corps as it plummeted to the ground. 

Hershel himself fell on his knees.

    Those around me were shocked and appalled. A few still had their guns aimed at the last standing walker while others were either staring at the lifeless walker or covering their mouths. Jimmy even threw his hands up to clutch his head.

    “Enough riskin’ our lives for a little girl who’s gone! Enough livin’ next to a barn full of things that trying to kill us. Enough. Rick, it ain’t like it was before! Now if y’all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I’m talkin’ ‘bout fighting right here, right now.” Shane’s whole body was still stiff and shaking. Finally, he turns and runs toward the barn doors.

    At this point, there are a few sobs. I filled up with fear while my anxiety levels rose. Edmund had begun to cry. The shots from Shane’s gun had woken him up. I tried to calm him down but all the noises were only making him more upset.

    Hershel had a distant look in his eyes. Rick tried to get Hershel to take the snare-pole but it was to no avail. Hershel had escaped into his mind. His blank face and his empty stare made that evident.

    Behind me, Lori stood closer and called out for Rick. She was trying to get him to hurry up and stop Shane. It was pointless. Hershel wasn’t present and Rick wouldn’t let go of the snare-pole.

    Sure enough, Shane made it to the barn doors. He had grabbed a pickaxe and was attempting to break the chains that held them closed. Bang! Bang! Bang! Shane had moved from the chains to splintering the wood of the doors.

As all of this is happening, Several members had taken to shouting, screaming, or simply grew paralyzed where they were. Rick was trying to get Shane to stop by yelling at him. He wasn’t making much of an effort to stop him though.

    I Couldn’t do much other than stand and watch with my arms around Edmund. I watched all this go on. I saw how Rick failed to do anything,  how Daryl kept his shotgun aimed at the walker on the snare pole, and Lori and Carol stand further back with mouths agape. they let an occasional wail slip. So much was going on at one moment. I was quite overwhelming and I could feel the panic overtake me.

    Finally, Shane ripped open the lock and had removed the wooden board that helped keep the barn doors shut. From behind me, I heard Lori call out for Rick. Glenn yelled something out but the panic had prevented me from hearing exactly what it was he said. My first instinct was to step further back to prevent Edmund from getting hurt and so I did.

    Removing the useless chains from the door, Shane slammed his had on the door a few times. This aggravated the walkers inside which caused their growls to become more intense. Shane quickly backed away from the barn.

    “Get behind me.” Lori, yet again spoke up, but it was more towards Carl than to anyone else.

    Drawing his pistol and cocking it, Shane was now a safe distance away from the barn. A few seconds after he had readied himself, the barn doors opened and the undead rushed out.

    They stumbled out one by one. Each monster was covered in blood. They looked at each of us as if we were their next meal. As more trickled out the louder their moans grew.

    The moans were loud enough to make Edmund screech. His cries agitated the walkers ahead of me. Daryl had moved from where he was to block me. This gave not only protection to Edmund and I but also to Carol, Carl, and Lori.

    The gunshots had started when the geeks got close enough to comfort. Shane had taken the first shot which then prompted the other to start as well. Once it had begun, there was no going back.

    As one shot was fired a walker fell down dead. Yet as one corpse collapsed another shuffled out. I couldn’t’ve imagined how many geeks were crammed into the little barn.

    Somewhere, Glenn hesitantly called to Maggie. He was unsure if it was okay for him to join the others. The boy was concerned for Maggie, he didn’t want to ruin the potential relationship he could have with her. Fortunately for him, Maggie gave him a nod of assurance.

    My attention was drawn from the two as Shane turned around. He, without hesitation, shot the walker that Rick still had trapped in the snare. This allowed Rick to release the pole.

    As Rick dropped the pole, I saw Lori dash for her husband. She still had Carl within her grasp. Rick had seen Lori move. Soon after, He demanded that they stay back.

    I had moved from standing behind Daryl and Rick to standing next to Carol. We both had unconsciously moved closer to each other. Carol was breathing just as hard as I was. She was pretty tense as her hands clutched to the clothing that covered her chest.

    AS quickly as it had started, the shots stopped. A few of the members had put down their weapons. From where I stood, my eyes sought out Daryl. I watched as he slowly let the barrel of his gun lower. 

    We all stood there in silence. I was still somewhat tense. Carol beside me had moved to cover her mouth. One of her hands still grasping her shirt. The people in front of me looked at all the corpses that now littered the ground. Each one of us still taking in quick, deep breaths.

    Thankfully, Edmund had quieted down. With the lack of gunshots, Edmund could find peace and fell back asleep. His little head moved up and down as I breathed.

    Hershel was still kneeling on the ground while staring at the corpses. 

Maggie was right beside him. Patricia and Jimmy were holding onto Beth. Rick was all over the place. I watched as his eye flicked back and forth to the, now, dead bodies then to Shane. Everyone who had guns surveyed what they had contributed to. 

    From behind me, I could hear someone or something cautiously approach the scene. Turning around, I saw Dale stalk closer to the group. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

    Then, there came a growl from the open barn doors. At first, my face morphed into one of unbelief. I didn’t want to witness what just happened again. 

When another growl bounced out of the barn. I listened to it, carefully this time. That wasn’t any other walker growl. It sounded different. As if it was coming from a child.

    A pain shot through my being. It was as if a sharp knife lodged itself into my heart. I felt tears well up in my eyes and trail down my face. A little girl, no older than twelve stumbled out of the two doors. My legs became weak and I fell to the ground.

    From the way Carol wailed in pain beside me, I knew that this was the girl this group had been looking for. Suddenly, Carol was darting toward her daughter’s undead form. Before she could get anywhere near her, Daryl caught her and held her back.

    “Sophia? Sophia!” Carol continued to sob.

    Ahead of me, Lori was Crying out while trying to shield Carl from the scene. Carl, himself, had tears flowing down his face. The poor boy couldn’t comprehend the situation. He had been so sure that his friend would make it out. He was so sure that he would get to see her alive and well.

    The closer that Sophia got, the louder and more aggressive her snarls became. Somehow she was able to traverse the numerous bodies that were scattered on the ground. Seconds passed and nobody did anything. Carol, Lori, and Carl’s cries being the only sounds coming from the group.

    Finally, rick moved. With stiff movements, he advanced toward the girl. He moved passed the front line only to raise his pistol upwards. Cocking the gun, he aimed it at Sophia’s head. There was a pause. Then, with a loud sound, rick fired and Sophia’s body flew backward.

    Carol’s yowls only grew louder after the shot. Daryl still had a grip on her as she pressed herself into the ground. Carol then clawed at the ground in exasperation.

    “Don’t look. Don’t look.” Daryl was struggling with Carol. She had begun to wriggle out of his hold. 

    As a response, Daryl lifted her from to ground so she could stand. Carol broke from his grasp. He tried to grab her again but Carol was slapping his hands away. Once free, Carol turned around and walked away from the group.

    When Carol looked up, she let her eyes meet mine. I couldn’t look in her eyes for long. I felt guilty. There I stood with my only child when she had just lost hers. I know I didn’t do anything, but I still felt responsible for getting her hopes up.

    When I looked back up, I saw that Daryl had started to walk towards me. His eyes were looking where Carol had disappeared to.

    “Hey,” Daryl’s gruff voice filtered through my ears.

“Hi,”

    “You okay?” His brows were furrowed and he leaned toward both Edmund and I. Lifting his empty hand, he let his hand brush the little hairs on Eddie’s head.

    “I- Um, Yeah. What about you?”

    “Yeah, jus’ worried ‘bout her,” Daryl nodded in the direction of Carol.

    “Me too. I feel a little guilty.” Daryl’s face morphed. His brows still furrowed and he was squinting his eyes as if to study me.

    “What ya mean?”

    “Well, here I am with Edmund and She just lost Sophia. It was like I was putting Edmund on display. Or the fact that I encouraged her to have faith that her baby would be okay, that Sophia would be returned to her.”

    “Nah, you can’t help that. She knows that too.”

    “I hope so.”

    With that, Daryl was heading toward wherever Carol had run off to. I decided before anything more happened, that I would leave as well. I did still have Edmund in my arms.

    I had begun to turn around when Beth let out a scream. Without hesitation, I was turning back around. I assessed the situation. Beth was being pulled back by Rick and Shane while the others tried to kill the walker that grabbed her.

    When Beth was freed, Maggie and Hershel were dragging her back to the house. I wanted to make sure that she was okay, so I followed them. The other members trailed behind me.

    Unfortunately, before I could even talk to Beth, both Maggie and Hershel, told everyone off. Then the family walked into their house with a slam of their door.

    Once that had blown over, I left to go to the tent I shared with Daryl. I placed Edmund in his crib. Clambering out of the tent, I sat on a log outside. As I sat, I took a moment to gather myself.

    I had been on my own for quite some time. I had seen somethings. Today though? I have been fortunate enough to have not run into any children out there. I don’t know what I would’ve done had I been put in that situation.

    What was I doing? What is the future going to look like? Am I going to be like Carol in a few years? In a few months? I don’t want that. I couldn’t handle that. I don’t even know how Carol is handling it.

    Then it hit me. I’m sitting here worrying about myself when I should be in there with her. I should be helping Carol with her own thoughts. 

    When I first joined, She had welcomed me with open arms. What am I 

doing to repay her? Just sitting around feeling sorry for something that hasn’t happened? I needed to be with Carol.

    I got up from where I was sitting and I picked Edmund up. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up when I picked him up. I made sure that he was swaddled in a blanket before I moved toward the house.

    I had made it to the others’ campsite. That’s when I noticed Carl was sitting down in his tent. I walked over to him.

    “What are you doin’ buddy?” I asked.

    “Mom told me to go and rest. I can’t fall asleep so I’m reading one of my comics,”

    “Oh, okay. Would you be alright with watching over Edmund? I just want to check up on Carol and I don’t think she’d take too kindly to seeing a baby right now,” The moment I asked him to watch Eddie, Carl’s eyes lit up.     “Yeah! I’d love too! I’ll take care of him as if he was my own brother.”

    I smiled at the kid's eagerness. I placed Edmund beside Carl and he, with his comic in hand, laid down and began reading to him. My heart warmed at the sight.

    It didn’t last though. As soon as I made it to the RV, my mood went down. It was like there was an aura coming off it. I could see that Carol had sat down at the little table.

    When I stepped in, Daryl looked back at me. He still had the shotgun. It was sitting in his lap while he sat on the small counter. He also had his arms crossed.

Carol had looked back at me for a moment, then she turned to stare off into space. Without making much noise, I moved to sit opposite her. We sat there in silence for a moment.

    “I don’t blame you,” Carol was still looking into oblivion. There was no indication as to who the comment was meant for. “You did everything you could.” She looked at Daryl, “And I won't hate you for having Edmund. You can’t control those things,” Carol had turned to me. “I lost my little girl a long time ago and you don’t need to treat me like I’ll fall apart any moment.”

    There was movement coming from my right. I looked over only to see Daryl shaking his head silently. He had his brows drawn and a deep frown had settled onto his face.

    Suddenly, Lori was walking in the doorway of the RV. She looked from Daryl to me, then finally landing on Carol. She too had a deep frown on her face. 

    “They’re ready,” Lori spoke moving her gaze to the floor.

    Carol looked back at Lori. She had the same blank face from before. After a moment, Carol, shook her head to decline the offer.

    “Come on,” Lori had moved her gaze back to the woman in question.

    “Why?” Carol asked

    “‘Cause that’s your little girl,” Daryl had moved to his feet and uncrossed his arms.

    “That’s not my little girl. That’s some other- thing. My Sophia was alone in the woods. All this time I thought…” Carol took a breath, “She didn’t even cry herself to sleep. She didn’t go hungry. She didn’t try to find her way back. As I said before, Sophia dies a long time ago.” Carol ended with a nod of her head. It was as if she was confirming it for herself.

    Lori, still in the doorway, was listening while fiddling with her necklace. 

She was looking everywhere but Carol. Finally, she et her gaze and on Carol.

    Daryl had sat back down on the counter. He was now staring at Carol as he picked at his cuticles. I just sat in front of her with my head down. I also was messed with my fingers while I let what she said sink in.

    A moment passed and Lori backed out. A blank expression written all over her face. Once fully outside, she walked toward the rest of the group.

    I felt like I wasn’t needed anymore and moved to leave. Before I did, I reached over to pat Carol’s hand. When I reached the door, I laid my hand on Daryl’s knee. I gave Daryl a tight-lipped smile. From there I stepped out of the RV.

    Checking up on how Edmund and Carl were doing, I saw that Carl was still reading to Edmund. He had moved from his sitting position to laying down on his side while leaning on one arm. This allowed Carl to be closer to 

Edmund.

    As I walked through the camp, I noticed that Dale had taken to standing by the cars. He was watching the two boys. I was thankful there was someone keeping an eye out for them.

    Moving from the camp to the house, I walked up to the porch and through the front door. Without thinking, I walked passed Maggie and Glenn’s conversation to stand next to Beth. She was looking better than when she did half an hour ago.

    Beth was quietly cleaning dishes. She’d grab a dirty dish, srub it, rinse once, and then put it away on the drying rack. I leaned on the counter next to her.

    “How are you feeling?” I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that she clearly wasn’t doing great, but I wanted to hear what she had to say.

    She didn’t answer me. She didn’t even acknowledge if she heard me or not. All she did was focus on the dishes in front of her. I sighed and looked away for a moment.

    Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Beside me, I saw Beth fall to the ground. Without hesitation, I was crouching down to her.    

    “Beth!?” I was turning her on her back to see if she was okay. Behind me, I heard Glenn and Maggie approaching. Both of whom were also calling out for Beth.

    The next thing we’re doing is moving her into her room. Placing on her bed, Maggie leaned over her to check out what was wrong.

    Beth was just lying there, not responding. Her eyes were open but had an emptiness to them. Her body didn’t budge. Thankfully, her breathing was even. “What’s wrong with her?” I questioned. Looking at Maggie she just shook her head.

    “It might be shock,” Stepping into the room, Lori offered her thoughts. “Where’s Hershel?”

    Since when was Hershel missing? It hadn’t been a full hour since the Barn and now Hershel was missing. I didn’t think things could get worse than the Barn but I guess I thought wrong.

    “We can’t find him anywhere.” Glenn was standing behind me. He had his arms crossed as he watched over Maggie and Beth.

    Without another word, Lori was walking away. I sat there as I listened to her call for her husband and Shane. The two men, along with Lori walked back into the room.

    When Rick saw what was going on, his brows drew together and a small frown formed. Shane didn’t show as much emotion but you could see the concern. Sighing, Rick asked what Lori had a moment ago and Glenn answered with the same answer from before.

    “Where was he last seen?” Shane spoke up.

    “Um, I don’t know. I thought I saw him enter his bedroom,” Maggie was staring at the headboard thinking back.

    “Is it okay if we look in there? It might give us some clue as to where he’s gone,” When Rick had finished speaking, he looked toward his partner. Shane gave Rick a short nod.

    “Yeah, I’ll show you which room it is. (Y/N)?” I looked at Maggie, “Could you stay here while I show them the room?”

    “Yeah, I’ll wait here.” I flashed her a small smile.

    Returning the smile, Maggie got up and walked out of the room with everyone else following her. I was left alone in the room with Beth. I let my hand card through her hair. 

    “Hey Beth, we’re gonna find your dad. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay. 

Remember when you and I talked? Remember how I said I’d be there for you? Well, I’m here and we're gonna find your daddy.”

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    After a while, Maggie and Glenn came back into the room. I stayed there for a while longer. It was once Edmund crossed my mind that I got up. I knew he was fine with Carl, but my motherly instinct kicked in and I needed to see that he was okay.

    Peering into the tent, I saw that Carl had fallen asleep. He must have fallen asleep while reading because his head was laying on his open comic book. Edmund was fast asleep beside him. My lips moved of their own accord and a large smile found its way to my face.

     I crept into the tent and carefully picked up Edmund. My arm brushed Carl’s and it had him springing up. 

    “What?”

    “Shh, go back to sleep. I’ve got him now.”

    “Okay…” Carl laid back down and instantly fell back asleep. His little body moving up and down as he breathed.

    I didn’t really want to go too far from the camp, so I sat down on one of the lawn chairs and looked out into the farm. I watched how the tree branches blew in the light breeze. There was a calm wooshing noise that came from them. It was quite calming and it slowly lulled me to sleep.

    It wasn’t until someone walked out that I came back to it. I wasn’t aware of how long I had dozed off, but I did know that it was for a little while. Carl was awake again. He had gone right back to reading his comic.

    “How’s he doing?” I jumped at the sudden comment. Looking up, I saw that Andrea was stood beside me.

    “Good, I guess. I was asleep a minute ago.”

    “Oh, sorry.”

    “Nah, you’re good.”

    It was at that moment that Lori came stomping into the camp. From the direction she came in, I’d say she had just come from Daryl’s camp. Her mouth was in a set frown. What did the man do now?

    “You okay?” I hesitantly voiced.

“I don’t know how you can stand that man. He’s so selfish.”

    I raised an eyebrow in question. I got no answer because Lori had turned around and started gathering somethings. I turned to look at Andrea and she shrugged.

    In an unconscious decision, I got up. My legs moved on their own. I was walking toward Daryl’s camp. He had moved out a bit farther than before.

    Slowly, I approached the hunched man. He had his eyes on a stick in his hands. He had a knife in the other and was sharpening the stick.

    “Hey,” There was only a grunt in reply. Rolling my eyes, I sat down beside him. When I had situated myself and Edmund, I looked at the sight before me.

    The farm was on full display. I could see the fields as well as the massive house that I just was at. If I concentrated, I could see that Lori was still gathering things. Or that Andrea was nowhere to be seen. 

    “Why’d you move.”

    Daryl stopped what he was doing for a moment, “Why else? Ta get away from ev’ry one else.”

    “Am I still welcomed?”

    “Seein’ how you got nowhere else to go, yeah.“

    “That’s good.” There was a pause, “So, I ran onto Lori.” At the mention of Lori, Daryl snorted. “What? Did you say something to her? She seemed pretty distraught.”

    “She was tryin’ ta get me ta go fetch her husband.”

    “And what’d you say.”

    “I told her, no. I ain’t her bitch to command. If she wants to get her husband, then she can go get ‘im herself.” His face scrunched up as he started to scrape the bark off the stick with more force.

    “That’s understandable. You have done quite a bit, but don’t you think that you could’ve said it in a better way?”

    The man beside me chuckled darkly, “Ya must not know me then. I ain’t someone tha’ says things nicely. That’s not ma style.”

    “You could always work on being a better person. There’s not a better time than the present.” Daryl just scoffed at me and continued with his stick.

    At some point, I decided that it would be a good idea to put Edmund in his crib. He caused a little frustration when it came to putting him down. I would put him down and then he would instinctively move and it would set off a bout of crying. After several attempts, he was comfortable and finally fell asleep.

    With that taken care of, I came to stand where Daryl was last. I noticed that he was setting up a fire. Instead of standing there like an idiot, I started helping the man gather sticks and things to add to the fire. 

    Soon, we had a fire going and Daryl had disappeared into the forest behind us. I stayed where I was and enjoyed the fire. 

    Daryl did come back, eventually. He had managed to catch a few rabbits. 

Sitting down, Daryl skinned and gutted them. It got so bad to the point where 

I  had to move. I went to check on Eddie. By the time I got back, I saw that Daryl put the rabbit meat on a homemade spit. Sitting down, I joined the man by the fire. The two of us ate together in silence.

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Rekindle Chapter 1: No Powers

Hello! In this story that I’ll be telling over the next month, Adrien and Marinette haven’t seen each other since graduation, which was several years ago. One chance meeting during an akuma battle has Adrien thinking about his old friend, but after everything that’s happened, he’s sure that she doesn’t want to see Adrien Agreste anytime soon... Chat Noir, however...

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Ducking an errant beam, Adrien swung his baton into Mega Drain. Behind him, he heard it hit a car, killing the engine inside. “You feline up for a fight, metal head?”

The name was fitting since today’s akuma looked like a poorly put together metal robot slightly bigger than Adrien was, moving on treads. With how slowly it moved and how short its arms were, Adrien was feeling confident even though Ladybug hadn’t arrived yet. And why shouldn’t he? Nearly a decade of being Chat Noir had honed his reflexes and combat power to a fine point.

“CHAT NOIR WILL SUBMIT HIS MIRACULOUS TO MEGA DRAIN.”

Adrien winced at the volume. His enhanced senses could be both a blessing and a curse sometimes. “Tell you what.” He paused for dramatic effect. “No.”

That didn’t seem to be the right choice since Mega Drain began rapid firing beams at him. So far, he’d only seen it hit electronics, but every time they’d immediately shut down. That alone was enough reason for him to avoid getting hit, even if he wasn’t sure that he would actually be affected by the beams. If nothing else, Mega Drain seemed to think something would happen.

It wasn’t actually that hard to avoid the rays, but it stopped him from getting close to the akuma. Ah well. At least that means he’d get to see Ladybug, itself an increasingly rare event. He suspected that she was going to university, but who knows? He was just glad she hadn’t left Paris and given her miraculous to someone else. Despite all the rejections, he couldn’t bring himself to stop loving her.

A flash of black hair caught his attention. A sly greeting died on his lips when he realized it wasn’t Ladybug he’d seen but someone he hadn’t laid on eyes on in a couple years - Marinette Dupain-Cheng. His elation at seeing a childhood friend was matched only by the pang of sorrow he felt at what had happened the last time they’d seen each other. They tried to keep in touch, but after their talk on graduation day, life had gotten in the way of their friendship. It really was a shame. He missed having her in his life.

He ducked under another beam, but his wandering mind had made him less aware of his surroundings. The beam reflected off a metallic object and right back at him. He felt his strength leave his muscles and his limbs become more sluggish. Just as his senses deadened, he realized what had happened - the power his miraculous granted him had been drained- Oh. OH. That’s why he called himself Mega Drain.

Feeling almost as upset with himself taking that long to realize the meaning of his name as he was mad at getting hit, he ducked into an alleyway. All he had to do was shake off the akuma and he could - theoretically - detransform and recharge. He was thankful that Plagg was able to hold on and keep the Chat Noir suit on. Recharging was easy, but losing his secret identity would be irrecoverable.

His plan to escape wasn’t going well. Mega Drain was right behind him and the alley reached a dead end. Drawing his baton, he turned to face the akuma, locking his eyes on the single red lensed camera on the akuma’s face.

“YOUR MIRACULOUS IS MINE.” The akuma charged up his beam and Adrien tensed, ready to jump out of the way. He may not have superhuman reflexes, but he still had his training. He just had to wait for…

...A trash can to be shoved roughly onto its head from behind, apparently. Blinking in surprise, he looked past the flailing akuma to see Marinette motioning at him wildly. He took the opportunity for what it was and rushed over to her side, only for her to grab his arm and start running. They’d gotten a fair distance away before they heard a metallic roar. Marinette quickly unlocked the door to an office building and locked the door behind them.

Hands on her knees, she took a few deep breaths. “That… was a close one.”

“I’ll say.” Adrien took his tail in one hand and began idly twirling it. “What were you doing out during an akuma attack? You don’t strike me as the reporter type.”

She stood up straight, her breathing now under control. Adrien let himself be impressed - blindsiding akumas and making mad dashes through the streets can be exhausting. She’d kept herself in shape over the years. Crossing her arms, she glared up at him, “You’re welcome, you ungrateful cat.”

That got a laugh out of him. He didn’t remember her being so spunky, but then again, he knows why she was never herself around him, doesn’t he? “Sorry, sorry.” Bowing deeply, one arm held out, he added, “My deepest gratitude. Saving the feline in distress was very noble of you.” She snorted and rolled her eyes, but he pressed on. “And while I do very much appreciate what you’ve done so far, I have one more favor to ask.”

That got her curiosity. “And what’s that?”

“Go away.” He grinned at her shocked expression. His voice softened a little as he added, “Find somewhere safe to hide. I need to recharge and I can’t have you peeking at my secret identity. Besides, I’d feel better knowing such a kind civilian were out of harm’s way.”

She nodded and pointed behind him. “There are bathrooms over there that lock from the inside. I’m going to uh, sneak out the back way.” She started jogging away, and yelled back at him over her shoulder, “Good luck!”

He watched her go until she darted down a hallway. He knew there were more pressing things to be thinking about, but he felt a pang of remorse. Maybe if their last meeting hadn’t gone the way it did, they’d have worked harder to keep in touch. A warning beep sounded from his miraculous, shaking him out of his thoughts. No use dwelling on what might have been. He ran towards the bathrooms Marinette had pointed out, eager to recharge and get back in the fight.

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Adrien landed in his room with the sun setting behind him. It was a smaller space than his childhood home, but he had to make some concessions if he wanted to be living on his own. Father wouldn’t rent or let him rent his own mansion and Adrien wouldn’t want to even if he did. He’d had more than enough of large, empty spaces for one lifetime already. At least now the empty spaces were smaller.

“Claws in.”

Plagg emerged from the ring and crash landed on top of his private refrigerator. “Geez, kid. You’re overworking me here! And could you at least tryto not eyeball every pretty civilian you come across? Unless this is some weird way of moving on from Ladybug.”

Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose will Plagg opened up his fridge. “First off, I don’t oogle random people. That was Marinette. You know? We went to school together.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember Pigtails alright. Even if the name doesn't match anymore. Real awkward parting words at your graduation.”

His heart was heavy for a moment as he remembered her confession… and how he had to gently reject her. It was the last time they’d seen each other face to face, and he hated the hurt he’d seen in her eyes. But what else could he do? Which brought him to...

“Second - you know I can’t just move on from Ladybug. I’ve tried, you know it as well as I do, but…”

“Blah blah heart blah blah the pain of unrequited love. Yeah, you’ve mentioned it a few hundred times before.” He shoved a wedge of cheese in his mouth and talked around it. “At least you have something in common with Pigtails.”

“I guess we do,” Adrien replied in a sad whisper.

While they were never the closest of friends, Adrien keenly felt Marinette’s absence in his life. The energy she always had, the confidence she had not only in herself, but in everyone around her. Just being near her was usually enough to get people motivated - something she often took advantage of as class president. The certainty she had in what she wanted to be was something he could really use some of right now. He felt like his life was in a holding pattern, just working for his father while being groomed to take up the management portion of the Agreste business.

But what could he do? While they made a slight effort to keep in touch, he had no idea how she would react to seeing him again, face to face. Has she moved on from him? Did she come to resent him? Who knows? Somehow he doubted that she’d appreciate him showing up on her doorstep.

While watching Plagg do his absolute best to scarf down an entire wheel of camembert, a smile dawned on his face. While Adrien might not be met eagerly, who wouldn’t love a visit from the local superhero?

“Finish up quick, Plagg. We’re going out tonight.”

While his kwami complained, Adrien pulled up the discord channel the four of them had made to keep in touch. Wading through the conversations - mainly between Alya and Marinette - he eventually found what he was looking for: An address.

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Half an hour later, Adrien landed on a balcony that he hoped was Marinette’s. He’d made a detour to buy some sweets to bring over. After all, it was rude to show up unannounced and empty handed.

The lights were on. He breathed a sigh of relief - that was a good sign. It had become painfully obvious to him that he didn’t know much about how her life was going now when he didn’t even know where she was working, let alone her hours. He peeked into the window to check if she was actually home.

The room seemed to be some combination of a work space and living room. There was a TV turned down as it played some show that she only glanced at occasionally. A familiar, old chaise, a couch and a couple armchairs, but there was also mannequins, reams of fabrics, and a table littered with pins, sketchbooks, and a sewing machine. Working at the sewing machine was Marinette herself, only occasionally glancing up at the TV from a jacket she was working on.

Satisfied that she was at least present, he tapped at the glass. Softly at first, but becoming more insistent when it became clear that she was too focused on her work to hear him. Even then it took her a few moments to realize just where the tapping was coming from. It was all worth it though when he saw how her eyes went wide at seeing him at the window. He grinned as she rushed over to the window.

“What are you doing here?! Do you realize how late it is?” She hissed at him. His smile faltered. This wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting.

“Well, I was in a rush earlier, so I couldn’t thank you properly for your help today.” Seeing her dubious expression, he pulled out the big guns and moved his basket of snacks in front of him. “I brought chocolate croissants?”

She glanced between the basket and him, torn. Just before she was about to speak, her stomach growled. Blushing, she opened the window wide and said, “Quick, get in before I change my mind.”

Adrien didn’t need to be told twice. Slipping inside, he took another look at the room around him, now using all his senses. It was messy, with several projects in various levels of completion scattered around the room. There were a few pictures on the walls, mostly of her and Alya, plus a few older ones from lycee and one from graduation. But nothing recent. His heightened smell backed him up - the only scent he could pick up was Marinette’s. Did she not get visitors?

“Sorry I haven’t cleaned up recently. I wasn’t expecting guests.” She rubbed one arm, embarrassed at the state of her apartment.

His cheeks heated up. It hadn’t been his intention to show up just to gawk at her living space. “No, no! Its fine.”

A few more moments of awkward silence passed. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

“Uh, Chat?”

“Yes?” He replied quickly, eager for any conversation starter.

“The basket…?”

“Oh! Sorry, here you go.” The goodies changed hands and Marinette took a look at them, inhaling the scent of the baked goods with a blissful smile. While she was busy, he pressed on. “So… anyway. I wanted to say I really appreciated the help. It was very brave of you to get involved like that. That could very well have been the end of me as Chat Noir.”

She smirked as she looked back up at him. “Yeah, then Paris would have to get a new Chat Noir and a new Ladybug and it would just be a mess. I figured I might as well save us the trouble.”

“Well, a new Chat Noir definitely, but why would we need a new Ladybug? I’m sure she would have been fine handling Mega Drain on her own.” Which was true. A lot of the time he felt like he was more a bodyguard for Ladybug, or sometimes emotional support.

“Do you really think Ladybug would want to go on without you?” She raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, a smile that quickly vanished when he said:

“Yes, no question. It might be rough for her at first, but there’s no doubt in my mind she’d be able to move on.” He shrugged. “And who knows? Maybe the next one would be better at this than I am.”

She stared at him, shaking her head. “But they wouldn’t be you.”

Laughing, he replied, “Yeah, that’s the point.”

Silence stretched between them again as Adrien stared at nothing in particular and Marinette fidgeted with the basket in her hands. Just as he was about to say his goodbyes, she spoke up.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have gotten this many. I don’t think I should eat them all on my own.”

“Oh?” That sounded like an invitation, but he didn’t want to make assumptions.

“Do you want to stick around? I could put a new movie on. It always helps me be productive.”

It was at this point that Adrien realized he hadn’t actually known what to expect when he came over here. But right now, spending time with a friend sounded much better than sitting at home alone.

“Sure, I think I can do that. So long as you don’t mind me commenting during the movie.”

Shaking her head with a smile, she said, “I should’ve guessed the famous Chat Noir is a movie talker.”

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One movie had turned into two, then three. Granted, they weren’t particularly long movies, but it was well past midnight by the time Adrien began making his way for his window escape. Despite how tired he felt, even now he was leaving reluctantly. He’d had a great time laughing and eating and talking, and he from how often he’d coaxed laughter out of Marinette, he thought she was enjoying herself too.

It made leaving feel bittersweet. A taste of the friendship he’d never gotten to have. And now he had to go back into his strict, regimented life as if he hadn’t just had the most fun in ages.

“Hey, Chat?”

“Yes, purrincess?” He grinned at her eye roll. The nickname had stuck while they were watching the Princess Bride, much to her feigned displeasure.

“I was just going to say… tonight was nice. If you wanted to come over more often, I’d appreciate the company.”

“You sure I wasn’t too distracting?”

“Are you kidding? I made more progress on my pieces today than I have in the last two days combined. Something about an empty space drains motivation, you know?”

Smiling back at her, he replied, “Yeah, I think I get what you mean. I’ll come visit again soon. I promise… purrincess.”

He leaped out of the window and made his way home, smiling all the while.

[kaylees-fandomworld]

The Gangster and His Angel (Bobby Ikon)

Chapter 4

Y/N’s Pov

“Hey, do you think I’m too easy?” Nina asked from the end of your bed with her head hanging over the side of it. You looked at her extremely confused.

“What makes you think that you’re ‘too easy’?” You ask staring at her tall figure. For as long as you’ve known Nina, you can’t remember anything about her having a boyfriend or even occasional one night stand, so you wanted to know why she asked that.

“I don’t know, I guess it has to do with the guy I met last night. Oh my god, he was so hot and damn he could he work his body.” She exclaimed. You laughed at her outburst, as you moved to the end of the bed, laying in the same position as her.

“Did you get his name?” I wanted to know who the man was that, has stolen my best friend’s heart.

“Well his name is Jihwan, but he prefers to be called Jay.” She said, with flushed cheeks. “He even gave me his number.” She chirped. It was nice to see her happy, especially over a guy.

“So do you think he could be the one for you?” You smirk, sitting up. She followed your movements, tilting her head to the side, pondering for an answer to your question.

“Yeah maybe, but I’m not going to get my hopes up, for now, he is just a one nighter unless he feels the need to text me.” She spoke as if she was unphased by the situation. You laughed once again, shaking your head at her antics.

“Wow I’ve known you for almost a year and yet you never fail to amaze me.” The two of you giggle.

“Well I still know nothing about you, why don’t you tell me about that cute guy who helped you the other day.” She asked, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you. The blood rushed to your cheeks as you thought about that day, but then you remembered how much of a jerk he was to you.

“Don’t worry about him he’s a huge ass.” You sneer. Nina looked at you like you were insane.

“Who cares, he is pretty hot you should go for it, besides, what’s so bad about him? Bad boys are sexy, and from what I’ve heard they’re not that bad in bed either.”

“Okay first of all, eww. Second of all, honestly I don’t think he likes me very much.” You spoke, looking down, picking at your nails. Nina tilted her head again, the confusion fading into a look of disbelief.

“How could he not like you?! Girl you’re beautiful, smart, and sweet, not to mention the dash of sass you keep bottled up. If he doesn’t like you then his ass is blind and stupid.” She exclaimed, rather loudly. You just stare at her. Yeah, your friends and family tell you that you’re beautiful, but you don’t believe it. There were so many things that could change that opinion. You look away from her for a moment before getting up from the bed.

“I’m hungry, you wanna go to the diner for lunch?” You quickly changed the subject. Before she could respond, her stomach growled. The two of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Well if that answers your question, then let's go.” Nina cheered running out of the room to the front door. You shook your head following her.

As you two walked down the street, Nina proceeded to make fun of random people, urging you to laugh. That was the thing about Nina, she has never really cared what people thought about her or her opinion. She always felt free to speak her mind, even if it was a little mean. You honestly envied her and her carefree spirit, in which you use to possess yourself before life decided to screw you over.

“Earth to Y/N!” Nina yelled, waving her hand in front of your face. You looked at her with confusion before realizing that you must have zoned out

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You answered, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. She laughed at you making your face heat up more if that was even possible. People stared at the two of you, you with the face of a tomato and Nina laughing like a lunatic.

“Hahaha, you should h-have seen you f-face ahahaahhh. Ughhh you kill me!” She breathed still smiling.

“Ha yeah okay, c-can we just keep walking please, p-people a-are staring.” Your nerves started picking up as several pairs of eyes were set on you and Nina. Her smile quickly faded as she notices how you were looking at the ground, with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Yeah sure come on let's go.” She hooked her right arm with your left one pulling you towards the door of the diner. When you guys walked in some of your co-workers were stopped what they were doing to stare at you. You hadn’t been to work for two days, because your boss called and told you to take the rest of the week off. To say that they were happy to see you would be an understatement, as they whispered to one another. Nina pulled you to a booth in the corner, far away from everyone else.

“What’s going on?” you asked with your head hung low.

“Well, to be honest, the boss is really pissy about what happened with you and is trying to decide on whether or not to fire you. I told her that if she wanted to keep this place afloat then she really shouldn't.”

“Why did you tell her that?”

“Because you’re the nicest waitress here. Most of the customers that come in here always want you at their waitress.” She explained her argument.

“That is such bull shit.” Someone said in anger. You and Nina looked up from the table coming face to face with a waitress named Hae-Ju. Apparently, she was hired yesterday, but you have no clue why.

“Hae-Ju you're supposed to be nice to your customers.” Nina smiled, although it pretty transparently fake.

“Why should I be nice to her, when she has my man wrapped around her finger.” She roared. Your eyes went wide, what the hell is she talking about?

“What the are you talking about? She is too introverted to even talk to a guy unless she is taking his order.” Nina defended. Although what she said was a little offensive it's the thought that counts. This seemed to make Hae-Ju angrier.

“Well then, tell me why Bobby is always following around and watching you, huh? Or how about how you put on that show for everyone just so you could get close to him?” She hissed. You stared at her in shock. He’s the one who has been following me around? Why?

“All have you know I barely know him and I sure as hell don't know you, so if you're going to make accusations about something, why don’t you make sure you have your facts straight before you get your panties in a twist, oh wait by the looks of it, you probably spread your legs too much to feel the need to wear panties.” Hae-Ju gasped at your remark. Nina looked at you completely flabbergasted by your outburst. This was unlike you. You weren't someone to speak your mind or to throw insults at people, but she was getting under your skin. You felt a new need to defend yourself, to show at least one person that you weren’t helpless.

“Y/N, let’s just go okay.” Nina urged. She knew that this was about to end really badly, and she wasn’t going to stand there and let the future unfold.

“You stay the hell away from Bobby or else!” Hae-Ju threatened with venom seeping through every word.

“Or else what? You’re going to make my life a living hell, well get in line because you wouldn’t be the first to try.” You spoke. You had no idea where this courage was coming from but you liked it.

“Oh believe me it will be worse than anything you’ve ever experienced.”

“You talk like you know what I’ve been through, look I don’t have time to deal with you, so have a good day.” You spoke walking out the door of the diner. Nina followed you with a look that only proved how proud she was.

“That was badass! Her face was priceless, where the hell did all of that anger come from?” She beamed. You shrugged as the anger suddenly faded and you began to feel helpless once again.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just tired of people acting like they know me. Hey, I’m gonna go home, I will see you on Monday.” You said with a frown. You didn’t even wait to hear her response before you took off. When you got home you ran inside, slamming your front door behind you. Your breathing picked up as you slid down the back of the door, tears poured from your eyes as you let out all of your frustrations. You didn’t know why you were so upset, but something in you was ready to be released.

You cried for what felt like days but was only a few hours. When you finally calmed down, you picked yourself up off the floor and walked to your bathroom.

As you stepped in the room you caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and puffy, your blue eyes were now a dull grey, and pieces of hair clung to your face. You looked like hell and you felt like it too. Without another thought, you stripped yourself of your clothing, getting into the shower. You turned the knob for the hot water all the way up, not bothering with the cold water. Steam covered the glass of the shower, and you took that as your sign to step under the water. You hissed as it burned you slightly, but you didn’t move away, you allowed it to scold you. Soon you got used to the sting of the hot water, deciding it was time to finish up. You got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body, and headed into your bedroom to get dressed. You put on a pair of underwear and an oversized hoodie, that for some reason you couldn't remember how you had gotten it. You didn’t bother putting on pants, as it was only you in the house. You brushed your hair and teeth, then headed into the living room. You plopped down on the couch, switched on the tv, and threw a blanket over your body. As you watched a random show, you kept thinking about everything that has happened in the past two weeks. First you saved someone who you are pretty sure is part of a gang, then you had a full-on mental breakdown in a public place, next you found out that the man who is hunting you down has gone completely MIA, then you get told that you are wanted by someone named Alec, and last but not least you met Bobby’s psycho sex toy who wants to put you into an early grave. What else do you want to throw at my face? You thought.

Suddenly a knock was heard from the front door. In irritation, you got up to see who it was. You swung the door open, not really caring what you looked like, however, that suddenly changed when you saw who it was.

“Wow umm did I come at a bad time? Hey is that my hoodie?” Bobby asked. You just blankly stared at him, before turning around to go back into the living room. Bobby followed you inside, closing the door, then coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“What do you want?” You snap. Bobby cleared his throat as if he were trying to find what to say.

“Well I um, I heard about what happened and I wanted to um well I wanted to uh see if you were okay.” He spoke rubbing the back if his neck. He seemed nervous, considering how intimidating his demeanor is. You looked at him for a moment, studying his face.

“Why are you really here? I know you've been following me, she told me.” You sigh looking down at your hands. “Why don't you just leave you don't really care about if I'm okay or not.” You added. You went to stand up not realizing that his hoodie had ridden up your stomach, not only showing you sky blue lace panties but numerous scars as well.

“What the hell?” Bobby shot up from the couch, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it up slightly. Your eyes grew wide as you feared the worst. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too strong. He pushed you to the couch still holding on to the piece of fabric, following you. He climbed on top of you, sitting on your bare thighs. You tried kicking and punching him but it was no use, he was stronger than you.

“Please stop.” You cried out.

“Angel I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me.” He held onto your hands together with one of his, as he looked into your fear filled eyes. His eyes hosted a look of sincerity in them, one that made all of your worries fade, made you quit fighting. Once your body relaxed a little, he let your hands free, placing back on the hem of the hoodie. He lifted it up just above your belly button, revealing your flawed waist. The scars burned an image in his mind, of all the things that could have happened. One really caught his eye, the discolored skin screaming two words at him. ‘My Whore’. You squirmed under his intense gaze. His eyes showed so many emotions. Anger, sadness, and disgust flashed in his brown eyes. He quickly got off of you taking off towards the door.

“Wait, Bobby!” You called, but it was too late he had slammed the door and left. You were confused. Why did he leave like that? He is probably disgusted by me now. Your mind filled with so many bad thoughts. You’ve never voluntarily allowed anyone but your doctor to see the graveyard of scars that was your stomach. However he was different, you felt like you could trust him. As you thought about it, one thought came to your mind.

You were falling for him.

Unknown pov

“Was it her?” I asked, sitting in front of the tv with a bag of chips.

“Yes it was her, but you forgot to mention how much of a bitch she is.” She spoke. I laughed at that statement. Y/N was and still is a feisty one and I can’t wait to have her home with me once again.

“That she is, when will you bring her to me?” I question her as she plopped down on the floor next to me.

“Actually, how do you feel about getting to her all on your own?” She smirked.

“I’m listening.”

“Well if I can keep Bobby away from her then you can swoop in and take your prize.” She smiled at me. She had a point if that guy would stay the hell away from what is mine then I can get her back. “Well, that seems like a plan Ms. Hae-Ju.” I appreciated, before turning back to the tv.

“Good I can have my man and you can have your whore.It’s a win win.”

[elizabethrobertajones]

Do you really think current Cas couldn't end up being The Empty? I don't necessarily believe that because I think Cas is not acting like himself but the "All Magic Comes with a prize"-stories, of there being a downside to major "mircles" like resurrections are pretty common, plus having a newly introduced major foe that looks like Cas (+ can access his memories) thats not explored yet, plus being told that Cas would be back "slowly" or "at least his most important parts"

*shrugs* I mean if they’re doing it they’ve basically wasted an entire episode of supposed Cas stuff plus 2 previous ones that only made sense with Cas’ reactions and actions if it was him, so the only way it would happen is if we do already have our Cas on screen, but there’s a catch or some consequences yet to hit about the resurrection and Cas BEGINS to belatedly suffer side effects which retroactively cast into doubt how much he was here or just suggest something was wrong with him all along and waiting for some reason to activate, as he’s not currently being depicted in any distress whatsoever. I agree the clothes are suspicious and I was saying all along since the beginning of the season or before, mostly as crack posts since I don’t like speculating, that if Cas gets handed an outfit out of thin air instead of picking it for himself, that concept fits what I figure would be symbolism warning that Cas has ongoing problems, but as someone who deals with speculation in about that much vagueness I really don’t have any sort of solid ideas beyond that.

For me, talking about TV shows isn’t really fun to guess what will happen and I would just want to end up writing it myself or go down convoluted threads that the writers wouldn’t keep up on, and trying to stay in the lines of what might actually happen is an enormous headache and no one is particularly great at it unless they’re extremely vague or only analyse the very obvious threads and offer generic scenarios they could play out in, e.g. how we could predict a reverse crypt scene, because it was basically a looming issue not a wild speculative idea, but being threatened for most of the season subtly or not. 

I mostly live entirely in the moment for TV shows if I can help it, and I prefer watching things I’ve had at least mild spoilers for when it comes to things I would want to get emotionally invested in, even if it’s really just scoping out the personality of the thing. Watching Supernatural as it airs is pretty messy for my anxiety about not knowing what comes next, and after a little while in fandom I realised how pointless speculation is for ever making you feel better about anything. If you’re right you’ve bored yourself out of the story, if you’re wrong you’ve made yourself annoyed or built up your expectations. 

And if you’re super invested in a fictional character and scour the internet for spoilers about them because you’re worried about their well being, and analyse every inch of the show for clues about what might happen to them while creating potential worrying scenarios, that play out or not, you mostly get into a huge panic about them, start treating your imagination as if the horrible stuff has already happened, and lose a lot of objectivity as you start to perceive the writers going out of the way to do bad things to your fave because you’re super focussed on what bad stuff will happen to them, and blah blah character stanning cycle of being protective and angry etc. I’ve seen it consume too many people since I got to fandom :S 

So… Something is probably about to happen to Cas or because of Cas, and the trip through the Empty seems like it maaaay have been too understated or an under-utilised resource (but I also have immediately made my peace that that’s all we’ll see of it, even if it isn’t, because I just can’t LIVE like that with expectations and serious plot demands and trying to construct versions of the season that only make sense if X Y and Z are in it and then getting upset when they aren’t) and we missed a few important steps between bargaining and resurrection considering the new clothes and Cas’s moment where he took in that he was dressed in them. There’s also left over weirdness about him and Jack which also has a lot of unexplained things he and Dean need to talk about and may or may not cause a serious problem now Jack has legged it.

I don’t think he’s acting strange, because there have been no blatantly obvious cues for the people at the back about him acting strange, e.g. lingering shots where he was pulling weird faces, lines in the Empty to indicate it wanted anything other than to go back to sleep, or hints that anything is particularly coming for Cas based on the MotW obvious mirrors (which have been pretty low key because the MotW have been very secondary to the emotional drama so far). Billie never hinted about Cas more than that he was dead because he killed her, and now we have spoilers that it seems most likely the Winchester knocking over the house of cards will be Jack seemingly motivated on his own steam to do something good, so that literally covers every doomy portentous line this season that wasn’t completely incidental, although I have been joking about some, I don’t really get into conspiracies about them… 

We’ve had lingering shots with Cas squinting in a very familiar Cas-like way with understandable exasperation at whatever’s going on, and he’s had emotional moments with all his family and generally been presented as mostly fine and not visibly perturbed or confused by not being able to heal the guard for example, just resigned that it was too late for him to do anything, and he hasn’t been dangerously put in any crosshairs in the symbolism. I can’t think of anything really at all that’s threatened Cas in the symbolism or foreshadowing and nothing he’s done on screen has been suspicious about his personality or characteristics or actions. Dean’s not suspicious. Sam is a little concerned about *how* he got back but not *if* he is Cas.

Like, of course they might blindside us with something, but considering they spent time on emotional moments with Cas dealing with ongoing characters arcs between him and the rest of them, it makes no sense a fake out Cas would be getting Cas’s emotional development. Unless it was laden with dramatic irony. Remember in 11x11 when Casifer was talking to Dean? Even if you didn’t know that he was Lucifer and pretend they never revealed that detail and this is the first time we see him since, there’s a billion things wrong with his interactions with Dean in that scene. There was stuff visibly wrong with him before we knew for sure he’d been possessed in 11x10 just in how he hung back from the team and watched them all very, very carefully, and took too long to reply while weighing his options.

Cas already did come back slowly because it took him until episode 6 to actually be back in the game, even if he was restored in episode 4, so at this point I figure that spoiler was being careful about revealing how Cas’s appearances in the start of the season were spread out, and not commenting on Cas’s internal stuff.

I don’t know, bad stuff happens to them all the time on the show so of course I just assume something is coming, but I’m not worried about it like it might happen to a friend or something because it’s just a part of the story so I don’t get being worried about stuff happening to your faves as if it’s the end of the world… Cas is currently occupying the very centre of the story along with Jack, possibly MORE important than him since he’s important to Jack in turn. I feel like Cas is the actual beating heart of the story in season 13 so far based on his entire blanket presence in the empty spaces caused by Jack and Dean’s need/want for him. It’s a bit ridiculous to now hope because he’s back he’s going to just settle into the family with them and have no troubles, though of course that’s a point I’m always happy to be proved wrong on, it’s better just to use bored eyes and just… ¬_¬ something’s gonna happen to Cas… ¬_¬ your way through the story. And it will be something that’s probably super important to the main arc because Cas has been so far, in a deep, intrinsic way, so whatever happens I’m down for it, unless it’s some randomly abject level of awful that no one could have called, and his treatment in the story, against all odds, is somehow really horrible.

Aside from horrible character-trashing worst case scenarios, though, the manner in which is happens is, to me, completely arbitrary as a non-speculating blog that just analyses what ends up on my plate and occasionally wonders what the OBVIOUS cues mean without committing to theories beyond musings and wondering out loud with obvious disclaimers that I’m just thinking and don’t care if it does or doesn’t happen. 

Like, I’m analysing all the themes as they show up and I assume whatever happens will fit the themes and character arcs and whatever. At the moment I see Cas as being Cas because I just got handed an incredible Cas episode on a plate where Cas was being very Cas-like all over the place, and his biggest problem was Jack, who was not directly threatening him at any point, and if anything it seems like Cas futilely chasing after Jack trying to stop him getting intro trouble (nearly shot by Dean, actually shot by Dave the Cowghoul) would be the one theme I’d wonder has any actual suggestion that Cas is going to have Problems, but that’s not directly happening to him, that’s just his issue with not being able to help Jack and stop him getting in trouble. And, I guess now, chasing after him before he does that. And based on episode descriptions for upcoming stuff, not very successfully, so we already know that symbolism pays off, however Cas ends up going about this :P

So that’s my one and only reason to be worried about Cas right now… Granted, I’ve only watched the episode twice while extreeeeemely woozy with a migraine but I’ve been reading my dash all day and seeing discussion of most parts of the episode and all the Cas bits and I’ve been rewatching bits here and there and nothing is leaping out at me that anything is currently trying to warn us to brace for Cas, except the general sense of ¬_¬ about something inevitably coming his way because of course he’s not in every episode - but he could just leave entirely of his own agency to go look for Jack off screen and even without the worries about what Jack may or may not have done to him in season 12, given what they set up, it would be entirely understandable for him to do it just because he’s Cas. 

[grandschemed]

All salty questions please

1. how salty are you feeling right now?

i had my cup of coffee and it’s 9:15 and i don’t have any work to do at work at the moment so u know?? i actually feel pretty good i’m chill it’s all good but please continue reading under the cut for more salty unpopular opinions by yours truly :*

2. what are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

3. what rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

4. have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?

i don’t think i have??  i’ve never really had an issue with somebody to the point that i felt as if i needed to make a callout post which thank god??? i’m grateful i’ve ( for the most part ) had really positive experiences so far 

as for callout culture itself ?? i have mixed feelings about it bc the majority of callout posts i’ve read seem kind of Harsh bc ur essentially damning this person from the roleplay community forever esp. bc i personally don’t think roleplaying is That Deep u know??  like theft is annoying and whatnot but idk if it’s something i’d call somebody out for personally - MAYBE I WOULDN’T MIND CALLOUT POSTS if anons didn’t go overboard telling said individual to die / kill themselves ??? 

HOWEVER i think there are instances in which callout posts are necessary esp. when calling out tumblr users for being a racist / pedophile / etc. THAT’S SUBJECTIVE AS HELL i know but pedophilia is GROSS AS FUCK and SO IS RACISM and god forbid i accidentally follow / write with any of those people because ew ew ew EW it’s good to know who to avoid in the community at the same time so ... Yeah i’ve got mixed feelings about callout posts

5. a ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?

since i’m a multimuse part of 1002 fandoms i’ll focus on haikyuu!! except i’m pretty sure i’m going to get my ass roasted alive but i really can’t stand i/waoi LMAO but that’s mostly out of bias and the fact that a lot of i/waoi shippers have ruined it for me by viciously hating on u/shijima as a character calling him a r/apist and saying that u/shioi is abusive when u/shijima has done literally nothing ever to abuse o/ikawa like what ?? if anything i/waoi is the abusive ship considering i/waizumi’s the one who physically hurts o/ikawa all the time LOL

shitty shippers aside idk i/waoi’s personally just not really my jam?  to be honest all the super popular hq!! ships aren’t rly my jam - i don’t even really have good explanation for why i dislike i/waoi as much as i do from an unbiased point of view but i prefer them as friends ?? in all honesty ??  JUST MY 2 CENTS THO 

6. have you ever sent something to one of those burn book blogs?

lol no i might be extra but i aint That Extra laughs in all seriousness i rly haven’t had any major problems w/ other roleplay blogs to the point that i was tempted to send something to a burn book blog

7. has someone made you unfollow/block them without a second thought because of a petty reason?

i’m trying to remember if there were any instances in which i did so for a petty reason but most of the time ??? i usually unfollow if somebody writes something Inherently Problematic / over-the-top purple prose / they don’t follow me back ... there was one time when i unfollowed somebody bc i asked them for their autoplay bc i rly liked the song and i just wanted to listen to it??? LMAO but they thought i was going to steal from them just bc we wrote the same muse and i was like Bro. I JUST LIKED UR AUTOPLAY what the hell i just wanted to listen to it 200 times in a row on youtube chill so i unfollowed them bc lmao how dare you assume i’d steal from somebody in the first place Get Over Yourself Susan

8. are you good at dealing with personal problems?

i’d say so?? again i usually don’t rly have roleplaying issues but problems aside from those i usually like to vent on twitter and i feel Much Better after that??  im a pretty chill person irl and shit doesn’t rly get to me so i can come off as kind of blunt / insensitive but i feel like i get over most stuff pretty quickly - there’s no reason to get Angry and make somebody suffer when somebody tries to fuck you over imo??  True Vengeance is aspiring to be happier / richer / more successful / fulfilled than that person will ever be - that’s my Fuck You to those people y’know?? 😂😂😂 life is so much better when i focus on me and figuring out what i can do to fulfill my emotional needs - i feel very lucky with what i have and all my friends and family who cherish + support me of course though !!

9. what’s your opinion on duplicates?

i may come off as a confident self-assured person but even i get shaken time to time y’know??  but for the most part i don’t rly mind duplicates??  in fact i like to try to befriend them to get over any anxiety i might have over duplicates and i think it’s a silly thing to be uncomfortable by duplicates personally bc again roleplaying rly ain’t that deep you guys - in fact you guys both like the same character so you guys chose to write the same character??  duplicates + i already have a connection in that sense!!  also duplicate muse threads are SUPER COOL to write in my opinion bc it lets your muse face themselves and they can rly see themselves for who they really are which i think is Always Cool because i love writing threads in which i get to explore emotional depth with my muses ?? PLUS DUPLICATES ARE COOL bc it’s kind of interesting to see how other people interpret the same character you write bc everybody has different opinions 

i know the anxiety might be there but i think the best advice my mom has ever given me is not to compare yourself to other people even if you think they’re better than you or something and i know that’s hard advice to follow for everybody but roleplaying is a hobby and it’s done for fun - there’s so many other things you can stress about in life so why let roleplaying be one of those things??  focus on yourself and focus on your muse and developing that muse with other people and people will want to come to you to write with them.  preferences will always be a thing - it’s only natural but focus on having fun with your muse as opposed to worrying about other people!!

10. any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?

11. are you for or not for purple prosing?

12. has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

i don’t think..... so??  upset maybe but not to the point of crying??  i mean again i’ve never really had a truly terrible experience but i did have an ex-writing partner who used to constantly guilt trip me until i finally broke it off with them because it was starting to affect my real life relationships and whatnot and i didn’t want to bear that burden anymore as much as i wanted to be their friend but i couldn’t singlehandedly bear all of their problems for them anymore because it wasn’t healthy for me nor was it good for them so i cut them out of my life for both of our sakes - i’ve had great times with this person but ultimately, i’m glad i did what i did and i’m proud of myself for being able to focus on my own emotional needs

13. ever told someone not to follow/rp with a particular person because something that happened to you in the past?

i ... can’t remember laughs I DON’T THINK SO???  people have told me not to write w/ certain people before when i go into new communities blind but for the most part i don’t think i’ve really had an overly terrible experience to the point that i felt i had to tell other people not to roleplay with / follow them ... i’ve been very blessed with a good experience so far!!

14. ever knew someone that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

i would say ‘can’t stand’ is kind of harsh but i dislike them because of a petty reason???  it’s fine tho bc they stay in their lane and i stay in mine - it’s all good imo.  i for the most part have enough decency not to hate on other people’s ships but this person kept telling me about how much they dislike my ships to my face on a consistent basis which again PETTY and i know they weren’t in a good place at the time but shrugging emoji idk i just thought it was kind of rude ??

15. have you ever done something out of spite?

i do everything out of spite im jk but seriously if you tell me i can’t do smth i will only do said thing with 100% more effort out of sheer spite like THERE WAS SOMEBODY who told me i couldn’t ship a certain ship so i proceeded to flood my dash with 300% more ship content you’re welcome headass spite is a Great Motivator

me: i’m a chill person and im going to be the happiest person ever :)also me: u test me bitch and im coming for ur entire life

16. what would you say to the one who hurt you in the past?

i hope you are incandescently happier than you were before.  i hope you are in a better place and i hope you are still writing with people who appreciate you and can give you the attention you deserve.  i hope you are a better person today and i wish you nothing but the best in a life without me, but i do not miss you nor do i ever want you back in my life.  i cherish the good times we had together, but we are better off without each other regardless of what you might still think and i hope you don’t.  i hope you recognize what you did and i hope you are a wonderful person today.

17. what are your opinions when someone makes negative posts constantly on their rp blog?

if you make more negative posts than roleplay content i’m gonna unfollow you??  i understand you’re having a hard time with your life but honestly i followed you to write with you - it’s not that your well-being doesn’t matter to me but i write to have fun + destress and ultimately, roleplaying is about myself??  im not doing this for other people - im doing this for me.  i don’t mind occasional negative posts ( ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY’RE TAGGED !! ) but if you’re consistently complaining about how much you think you suck compared to everyone else or how you think nobody wants you around, then i’m going to unfollow you because i came to write with you because i thought you were COOL!!  i know people just want to vent ( LORD KNOWS I VENT A LOT even if it’s about little stuff ) but consider making a twitter / a personal tumblr in which you can do so instead of your roleplay blog which is for roleplaying ???  idk that’s just my opinion but i try to keep my roleplaying blog strictly related to the content - i don’t even want to flood my blog with too many ooc asks bc u guys didn’t follow me to read my constant ooc posts ( even if i feel like i write a lot LMAO ) - u guys followed to write w me !!!!

18. do you hold grudges for long?

i say no but at the same time i’ve been really bitter towards an ex-best friend for three years now.  NONE OF THESE GRUDGES ARE ROLEPLAY-RELATED but again my way of vengeance is to be way happier and more successful than her and never ever see her again because that’s the decision she made??  we used to be Super Close but then she got a boyfriend and her entire life revolved around her boyfriend and we never spent any more time together after that like ??? it’s clear who she chose over me so if she doesn’t want to make the effort to spend time with me then i see no effort to give her any thought.  also the fact that she, as a white individual, complained to my other best friend behind my back that i’m apparently too “sensitive” about popular media.  like really?  wow, must be nice to have all the representation you could possibly ever ask for, karen.  get the fuck out of here with that attitude /:  

also SUPER PERSONAL but i’m salty about my kind-of-ex because he basically acted like he was really invested in me when he was still hung up on somebody else and i let myself be emotionally vulnerable around him until he confessed to me that he just wanted to be friends because he was still into his ex and then proceeded to neglect our friendship because he’d spend all of his time with his ex ( who he predictably got back together with + who turned out to be a really shitty selfish manipulative person who he broke up with anyway ) which was Fine i was already used to that anyway with SEE: ABOVE FRIEND but then after he broke up with her he’s tried to come back into my life on various occasion because he’s never had as Great of a Friend as me and frankly i can’t forgive him or myself for making myself invest any sense of emotion into him it makes me so angry to think i was actually upset because i actually cared a lot about him and he made me feel like i wasn’t good enough and how fucking dare he make me feel like that ever?  i’m the Fucking Best and he deserves absolutely nothing from me he deserves perfect indifference and i hope he never ever feels fulfilled in his life i wish him a great and terrible lack of satisfaction for the rest of his miserable life xoxo i’m going to be SO MUCH HAPPIER THAN THAT ASSHOLE i’m years and years better off without him i hope he pines for my friendship for the rest of his life

19. wild card: ask the mun any type of salty asks.

20. if you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

i feel like question 18 let me do that so i’m good but also ??? fuck the gangsta. novel ??? for its HORRIBLE characterization of worick + nic’s relationship ???  the gangsta. novel treats their relationship as if nic is some dog/servant to worick which in itself is gross in concept because haha yay a poc character forcibly being subservient to a white character THAT’S COOL :)))))))) but also ??????? uh AUTHOR ARE WE READING THE SAME MANGA ?????

worick has never treated nic as a dog / servant even when they were children - worick even taught him how to read / write ??? worick and nic were e/o’s first and only friends for a long while ??? they’ve lived together for so many years - they canonly share shirts, they’re business partners, worick was genuinely hurt to see nic in so much pain.  not only does worick NOT see nic as a dog / servant HE LOVES NIC ???  HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH THEIR RELATIONSHIP MEANS SO MUCH TO ME they’ve been through so much together and worick since he was 14 has literally supported the both of them via Really Horrible Means that i won’t get into - i’ll leave it up to your imagination but he split the profit he made from what he did with nic ???  there’s no way worick would’ve done that shit if he viewed nic as somebody beneath him esp. when survival was so difficult for two 14-year-old boys with no funds or resources they’ve survived together through thick and thin and there’s a special relationship they have and i love worick and nic okay I LOVE THEM SO MUCH EVEN IF THEY MAKE SHITTY DECISIONS AND WHATNOT nobody will ever convince me otherwise 

also if you’ve made it to the end i commend you and thank you for reading my salty opinions / personal problems / issues :* i hope you all have a wonderful day :**

[segadores-y-soldados]

paladinodanse

what are your notps? i can tag if you want (breaking up ship names in case people don’t want to see this in tags or whatever)

I’mma put this under a cut so people can avoid my bullshit, but basically, if it’s not in my About page, I don’t ship it.  The exception to this is like, light Mc//Gen//ji or Z//arya//Mei which I don’t really list because they aren’t “big ships” but I do enjoy them to some extent and will occasionally reblog them. (Also, paladinodanse, if you want me to remove your URL and name, I will - just let me know)

Basically my policy is this: I have certain NOTP tags blacklisted.  Generally, as long as it is not something a person reblogs often (e.g. every day, even every week) and they tag it appropriately, or for whatever reason they seem to be confused about the tag and use it...differently than I would but they still tag it, then I’m willing to move past it, but I make a mental note.

If someone has these NOTPs on their blog but hasn’t reblogged the ships in months then I’m willing to move past it, but again make a small mental note.  

Some people will say this is giving an inch on topics that you shouldn’t.  While I agree with the sentiment, I do think that everyone has the potential to learn and think critically and grow as a person.  I have had my problematic behaviors in the past, and I’m not a perfect person now.  I will have my own growing to do for the rest of my life.  So I am willing to do a sort of “multiple strike” policy thing - if these strikes “add up” to a point where I cannot handle them, I unfollow.  This is what I did approximately one month ago when I “cleaned up” my dash.  

This might be “too much” for some people.  This might “not be enough” for others.  But I run this blog to relax and engage in my silly Overwatch fandom shenanigans.  I am not going to fight over ships.  I have the ones I actively reblog and write content for in my About page.  Followers and friends should ask me about those ships and those ships only.

The only ships that will ever appear on this blog are: (sorry for the // but again, don’t wanna do anything wrong here)

Reap//er//76 (Mor//reyes//on), Mc//Han//zo, Phar//Mer//cy, Gen//yat//ta, Mc//Gen//ji, Ana//Hard//t, Spider//byte (Widow//maker//Som//bra), Sym//bra (Sym//metra//Som//bra), Z//arya//Mei, Bun//ny//Rib//bit (Ha//na//Lu//cio) These are my NOTPs that I have blacklisted:

1. Mc//Rey//es or Mc//Reap//er (including all variations of Mc//R//76 or even Mc//76): This is the big one.  This one I have the “lowest amount of strikes” for (at this point it is basically a zero-strike policy).  Mc//Cree is underage when he joins Overwatch.  He joins as Rey//es’ subordinate.  He is also subordinate to Mor//rison.  He joins at approximately half their ages.  Not only is this the equivalent of me - a young adult - hitting on a young teenager, but there is a heavy imbalance of power existing here.  Anything portraying any variation of these two men in a ship with the younger character is not okay with me.  That includes anything after Mc//Cree becomes an adult.  

2. Mer//cy//76: Same as above.  Even if Angel//a joins as an adult, she is still half his age, and it is strongly implied that they knew each other when she was still underage.  I also headcanon both as being gay.  I also find the implication that an older man cannot be friends with or a mentor to a younger woman without some sort of romance involved to be really frustrating, upsetting, and unsettling. 3. D.//Va//76: same as the second one.  Plus like, she’s way younger than “just half his age.”  Like.  Guys.  Please.  It’s hard enough seeing people badly characterize both characters (usually him as a gruff, overbearing father and her as some happy-go-lucky gamer who fawns over him) in a platonic relationship, I really am not okay with seeing that go a bad step forward.  

4. Shi//ma//da//cest (including any variation of this in a multiple-partner situation): I should not have to explain this one.  Much like the first one, this one makes my blood boil.  If number 1 is a “zero-strike policy,” this is literally a negative strike policy for this one.  If I see it, even blacklisted, on my dash, I will unfollow.   

5. Mer//cy//Kill: see number 2.  Same situation.   6. I don’t fully know the ship names for these, but the following two are also NOTPs: Widow//maker//Reap//er and Som//bra//Reap//er.  See number 1.  I see Team Tal//on as a psuedo-family with Reap//er//Rey//es as the father figure and the other two as daughter figures. 7. Any variations of the “younger characters” with characters old enough to be their parents (aka 18+ years older than them).  This is not ageism.  This is recognizing that a lot of these ships are done out of fetishization or to “see two hot characters paired together simply because.”  I’ve seen a bunch of odd “rarepairs” that fit under this category and they’re basically just “no’s” in general.  They often have zero real chemistry in any form of Overwatch (the game, the comics, the shorts, etc), which indicates to me that people are pairing them simply because they can.   8. I have certain artists blacklisted.  I will not be naming names.  The “tea” about them is all over the place.  Again - I’m not perfect.  I have reblogged some of their stuff in the past, but this sideblog has several thousand posts and I’m not spending time to go back and delete everything, especially the stuff before I established my personal tagging system.  Consider it this way: If you haven’t seen me reblog their “newest stuff,” it’s because I have them blacklisted. If you need to unfollow me for the things that I have said, I will not be offended.  In fact, if you recognize that my stance on these matters does not work for you, then it’s probably for the best that we go our separate ways.   However, I would like to remind people that this is a sideblog - I won’t know if you’ve tried to block me or blacklist my main.  If you want me to unfollow you for whatever reason, you will need to let me know so that I can do so on my real blog. Once again, here’s the policy: If it’s on my About page, it gets reblogged.  If it’s not, it won’t be.  The only exceptions are Mc//Gen//ji and Sym//bra. Thank you to everyone for being understanding and patient with me.  

[watcr]

Rules 🟡 About 🟡 Bio & Misc

DISCLAIMER: This is not intended by any means to be an entirely serious rp blog. This is originally based based in Grand Theft Auto 5. And was created in a custom Grand Theft Auto Online server by Markiplier and thusly portrayed by him whilst he played. If anything this is a Crack!Role Play blog that looks well put together Face claim and all but I'm really just here for rediculous interactions and wild hijinks with a clueless dad delivery man. That being said: any backstory and the creation/ videos/ acting itself belongs to Markiplier. I'm simply just writing a character that I enjoy and makes me laugh.

Please Note: This blog will still contain highly suggestive content and situations with a comedic take on them. This includes being robbed, murder, drug use, hostage situations and then some. I mean-- Stan was made in Grand Theft Auto.

RULES/ General Info:

This is a side blog to my main: mxrkedfordeath

Para/ Novella writing length

Primarily dash/mobile profile

18+ no ifs ands or special cases

Again: this is a Satirical/Crack/Meme role play blog. Expect rediculous things to be said and done

NSFW present/ Friendly

Non-Selective; as mentioned above I created this blog for fun. If any of this meme I have created interests you please feel free to send me a DM or ask and let's see what wild hijinks we can get Stan into huh?

Although the voice is provided by an internet personality that is where this ends. I am still uncomfortable with interacting with blogs that portray real life people or influencers/ internet celebrities. I'm not going to have Stan rob someone with a celebrity that is real. It's...its uncomfortable.

Considering my reason I made this blog and the nature of it, random starters or asks are welcome! If it's a weird situation, place or even different universe I will make That Water Boi lore friendly.

That being said however: please do not include oneself in a thread that you are not involved in.

Absolutely no personal blogs

OC friendly

Crossover/AU friendly

No Godmodding

No hate/ harrassment

Multimuse and Sideblog friendly

Unless featured or seen in the Stan The Water Man videos by Markiplier there will be no preestablished anything. Unless it is Kiki, or Jimmy Stan does not know you and this naive man child will greet you very horribly as he always does.

Shipping: I do allow it but dont think its going to be very serious either. When he sees you ladies? Its literally hitting the jackpot if you get more than a few words that are even close to coherent. So yes. If you wanna simp or thirst over stan that's cool just know that his skull is thicker than a military bunker wall.

•Memes, asks, and shitposting alike is pretty much this whole blog. Stan is a sweetie but hes not close to being the uh... brightest bulb in the box.

About:

Stan or Stanley Wheeler is a 39 year old delivery man and a family man. He strives to please those around him with wonderful water and his company.

Still a delivery man with his new life after a difficult divorce and loss of custody of his "Sweet baby boy Roy" he focuses on bettering his life as a means to be reunited with his son.

He is always well hydrated and firmly believes in comfort and efficiency instead of style.

(About if you stumbled into this shit show):

This is a role play blog for an original character created by Markiplier in a custom Role Playing server for Grand Theft Auto V. It's quite literally a chaotic whirlwind where the main protagonist is a 39 year old divorcee whose love for water is concerning... but not so much as the mans gullible nature and far to generous personality.

This is really only a summation because there are literal HOURS of videos of Markiplier playing Grand Theft Auto and being the voice of Stan Wheeler during his adventures in Los Santos. It features amazing improv and the ever expected rediculous chaos that ensues in Grand Theft Auto.

Bio:

Name: Stanley Wheeler

Gender/Gender Identity: Male

Age: 39

Face Claim: Chris Evans

Voice Claim: Marikplier/ Mark Fischbach

Romantic/ Sexual Preferences: Questioning/ Unsure

Nick names: Fanny pack, Water boy, Sunflower

Personality: Generous, Optimistic, Friendly, Oblivious, Awkward, Curious, Helpful, Trusting

Occupation: Courier, Delivery Man/Boy, Water Delivery Man

Favorite Color(s): Blue & Yellow

Likes: Water, Fanny Packs, Sunflowers, Biking, Work, His Son

Dislikes: Coffee & Soda, Lying, Fighting, Talking to women (watch the episodes to know)

Hobbies: Biking, Boating, Spending time with his son, Meeting new people

Quirks/ Other Traits: Has a strong....Love for water, Suffers from a yet to be diagnosed but constant seizing of bodily muscles that occasionally cause harm, A REAL Virgin 'Dad', Amazing at lockpicking, Terrible Driver

Final Note/ Disclaimer: Again, although this blog is for fun from a truly chaotic and hilarious improvised playthrough of a unique online role playing server for Grand Theft Auto V, please REMEMBER what game Markiplier created and voiced Stan in. Just because Stan is clueless doesnt mean the subject matter is. A lot of dark humor and shady if not bad situations arise in Mark's videos and I really do want people to know that although this is all in good fun the dark unfiltered comedy of Grand Theft Auto is still going to be followed in this portrayal. That means Stanely would very well (and has) ended up robbing people, kidnapping, Killing people or being an accomplice, Jokes based upon sexuality, Gender and then some. Of course before writing I will ALWAYS discuss subject matter that you would like to avoid but unless stated the aforementioned or to those whom have watched the adventures of Stanley know just how inappropriate and harsh/blunt/in your face comedy that is present.

Not only one final disclaimer as to how nsfw Stanley's life and choices end up being-- but giving credit is where it is due; Markiplier. He literally Created Stanley Wheeler and his uh... well him. And brought Stan to life via voice and gameplay. Stan never is and never was mine he's just a character.

Mun absolutely DOES NOT ≠ Muse

Stanley Wheeler-- is an idiot that makes horrible decisions and let's horrible things happen around him. I do not reflect any of the jokes or encounters featured in the gameplay series. I just so happen to enjoy comedy (albeit quite a bit can be not PC) and a good story. Literally this blog came out of a joke my best friend made at 4 am after binging Stan The Water man saying I should make a role play blog for Stanley Wheeler. And so? I did.

Important Note: Activity and response time

Updated: 04/10/2020

I made this blog for myself for fun and the same goes for the people I meet/ interact with. It will be sporadic at best. If I feel like it expect meme or shitpost worthy spamming of the Water Delivery Dad we got but never deserved.

Neither my main nor is Stan a job. Quite bluntly most times when I go inactive I'm literally just doing something else. Anything else.

That ties in to the fact that although I am non selective I am still allowed to say no. And expect reciprocated respect if I say no for ANY reason. I dont owe anyone anything and just like everyone else here this is for fun and enjoyment purposes. This is not our job, and we have nothing forcing us to do this.

But - I am fine with a poke at me and my noggin' every once in a while. I do a lot of things and I cant even remember where I put my vape or phone after 5 minutes. That means I forget. And I do. A LOT. And I can admit that.

MUN & MUSE RULE ZERO: Absolutely no Drama, Vaguing, Callouts, Harassment, Hate or insults/ criticizing on how you THINK the muse I write SHOULD BE.

I'm chill. And I legit hate social confrontation to the point I cry in front of people face to face if it is too much, too hurtful, too angering.

I don't care if someone said something shady our of character that one time or that you think an individual deserves to be directly blasted in front of numerous people.

I dont care if you think that just because I wrote a characters sexual or gender identity outside of what you like.

I dont care how many times you ask or dm me to respond or plot when I had already respectfully declined.

Of course hate and harassment is something I do care for-- because its quite literally just pure toxicity. If you do this you will be ignored and blocked or even reported depending upon when transpired.

All I ask is to be treated kindly in return as I treat everyone until I am given reason not to. That's it. Literally. I am 22 years old and have no patience for any of the aforementioned.

Quite frankly to me it's childish and quite often comedic or petty in my eyes to even have callouts and vauging exist.

I am only addressing this because of the years and various muses canon and original alike I have been harassed for interactions, sent honestly some pretty vile anons, and plenty of messages telling me "X is actually supposed to be gay." Or "no actually they dont like X", I've been called out for literally some of the most childish reasons and my being honest and blunt upset people-- or the word 'No' was not existent in their vocabulary.

And finally-- if for any reason in the RPC someone I am Mutuals/ Mains/ Friends with or just an acquaintance I like talking lore with is involved in any drama I do not want to hear it nor do I care if it does not directly involve me. In fact even then I dont want to unless said person comes to me privately and talks like an adult should rather than throwing a tantrum behind your laptop because someone said an awful word, or beliefs were disliked-- literally any reason or post of a callout. I'm not here for it.

If there is EVER a problem dont be afraid to message me PRIVATELY and talk it out like two mature adults. If I did something to upset you? Let me know I want this blog ESPECIALLY to be for the sake of laughs. Has it been a good month since my last reply? Just send me a lil' hey or just check in. Have I not replied? Its probably just me as the Mun having an awful attention span for anything that isn't hands on.

The Mun:

Look I know the novel above for one singular subject is actually very unfortunately neccessary for me.

My career and as a person have me not only practically programmed but I am openly blunt/ "real" with people.

I am not going to say something you want to hear. You might not like my saying no to a thread but my goal is to be honest and respectful to everyone.

And not only that I'm tired of not covering my ass and trying to pretend this doesn't happen to me behind the scenes or on blast for all to see.

If I plan on sending a private message apologizing for an upsetting subject I wrote of or simply discussing conflicts/ issues privately I hope to god that you who are reading this has the same common courtesy.

Regardless if my blunt sometimes told "Too much" honesty is why I disclose my absolute refusal to negative interactions I really am chill - and occasionally way too excitable or talkative.

I really do love meeting plenty of new people and writers alike in the role playing community as a whole and very much enjoy trying new plots/ ideas out unless it is unreasonable to the plot.

If you wanna just be meme traders for a fellow beloved Fandom or RPC? Ok. I'll try to find some just as good to make the meme trade a fair one.

You wanna make a thread all about how gullible a muse is? Sure!

Maybe even send a thirsty or shitpost worthy ask? 100%

Or do you just have a question about the Muse/Mun/ Or Writing? Go ahead!

I love and live for the angst and self authored stories to Headcanons or missed plot points on muses. The ways so many different types of relationships between characters form and change. But I would also smash the yes button if someone asked me how I felt if someone swung into the ask Simping on lovely Water Boy? Go for it because again; fun. Let's cackle over his style choices or his horribly abused kindess/ trust.

I'm a human guys let's not worry about anything else but the fact we're all here for the same thing: and that's fun and enjoyment as well as having an ability to flex our creative side. It doesnt matter how fantastic or bad (This mun right here) is at edits manips or coding for the theme. We all learn and grow and I just wanna have a good time and I'm sure every normal person that's not a psychopath wants to have a happy healthy safe and fun environment for roleplay/writing.

Thank you for reading this if you did. Any questions? Want Stan to be your water bottle toting and Fanny Pack Efficiency having man get stuck in a plot with your muse? Feel free to hmu send in an ask or meme etc.

I dont bite unless someone bites me with their attitude. I look forward to meeting/interacting/and memeing with everyone.