#Flame Hunter Dad verse

[mushyshroomz1]

Meet Karma! I created him 5 years ago...

Name: Karma Quinn

Height: He's 9 feet tall

Species: Once a human, now a demonic puppet.

Age: Doesn't remember

Born: Early 1900s

Died: 1927

Likes: Theater, dancing, singing, having fun, scarring people, Halloween, Food, Flowers, Pranks.

Dislikes: Those who tresspass in his property. Disrespectful people, cursing, fire, his ex wife red.

When Karma was younger he loved theater. It's all he would ever talk about. The people of his town saw him as weird for having such a strong passion such as that. "Why wouldn't you want to be a hunter?" They said. "Why not be a a doctor? Lord knows we need more."  He would only give a stern look and say "Im not interested in things such as that. I like the stage and it's what makes me happy."

Then he would walk away with his head held high. Most times he couldn't argue back for they would tell his father. Most know him as "The town drunk" He would drink with his friends the night away. Then if he's furious when he comes home he takes his anger out on Karma. He was taught to never lose a fight. if his mom tried to interfere on a beating she would get hurt herself. Now Julia Quinn is a wonderful women. A loving mother too. She would do anything for her son, she would even get a job. Some of the next door neighbors get jealous of her and what she has so they would often talk about her behind her back.

"How could she be so independent? She must be a witch..." rumors spread and the town riots. "She's a witch!" "Burn her!" "Set her to flames!" Usally you would see that in a movie but this was his reality. Karma rushed through the crowd only to see the only one who cared for him tied up burning at the stake in Salem. He was devastated. He held his hands to his head and screamed for his mom while the people of his town held him back. The priest held a Bible reading the verses while the dark skin women suffered. Karma couldn't take it after that. When everything was over his dad pulled him home and forced him to clean the house like nothing happened. When Karma screamed and yelled at him his Dad bashed his head with a bottle of whiskey.

That night he found his new passion. Bringing he'll apon all those who hurt him and his mother. He would study day after day, learned a few voodoo and would stitch dolls of them.. He killed his dad by snapping the dolls body making him suffer. He would fold up a shirt and put in his mouth to keep him quiet. Once he saw him die he ran outside saying someone broke in and killed his dad. His neighbors rushed out in a hurry wanting to be nosey. The called the cops and claimed it was an accident. The kids in his school that threw rocks, cut him or even pushed him in the mud to make him darker kinda just... disappeared.

He got a job as a milkman and delivered plenty of milk. He would run into a black cat everyday on the street and give it milk. He wasn't supposed to but he never had a pet growing up. One day he took it to his new home. Again, one of his neighbors got a bit to nosy and broke into his house. It was miss Johnson the one who got his mom killed. He felt his anger let lose and he killed her.

Guess you could say Karmas a bitch.

[dragcnflame]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚃𝙻𝙾𝚄 / 𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

NOTE: for tlou interactions with canon characters bloom's backstory will be altered to no longer have her immune to keep inline with canon.

FACTS:

Bloom is immune to the virus/fungus. (type verse dependent)

If word of her likeness gets back to the cult, members will begin tracking her down.

Bloom hears her sister still, usually it's the product of her consistent nightmares of Daphne's death, but she also will swear sometimes that she's talking to her while awake.

Bloom is handy at first aid, has increased physical strength from her bite though nothing super-heroic, she works best with ranged weapons than close combat. Has an affinity for molotov cocktails.

CARRIES:

med kit

flashlight

flame thrower that she got her hands on three months post escaping the cult

two hand guns

ammo some of which doesn't work for her guns

a lighter

rags

crude lock-pick set

a few canned goods

spork

reusable water bottle

can opener

deodorant

bar of soap

one third left of a tube of toothpaste

a golden hair pin her sister used to wear

tinted lip balm

AU BIO:

They died for them. Marion and Oritel sacrificed their lives to save their daughters and with that instilled a new purpose in their eldest child. Protect you sister at all costs, she's your responsibility. Bloom grew up with no real memory of their Mom and Dad, all she'd ever known really was Daphne, the start and end of her world in this empty and dead one. Even her rebellious nature was tempered by promises to her sister that she'd listen to her noticing with every day the older she grew how things seemed to weigh on her shoulders. The two were in sync like no other, always flawlessly covering the other's back once Bloom was old enough to do more than hide, even though Daphne protested every time Bloom picked up a gun or quickly pulled together a molotov cocktail. The goal was always safety, somewhere they could settle down and live, somewhere that they could stop fighting, somewhere to preserve the last parts of Bloom's innocence a girl who grew up in the new world order. They dodged traffickers and hunters, cannibals and government compounds.

Then they found them, an independent compound. One that seemed to be at peace with strong defences. Weary survivors were welcomed in with warm arms and so thankful to have finally achieved their goal any and all warning bells were silenced. Yet Bloom could still feel the hair on the back of her neck standing straight, whispering to her sister in the night her worries. But she trusted her, Bloom would always trust Daphne unreservedly. However slowly but surely it built, the way the women at the compound would say things, the way their eyes followed Bloom, the way questions were never answered with anything but a distraction. You knew what you were allowed to know and you would be happy with that. They were split during the day Bloom put to work in the makeshift hospital area due to her talent with healing. It felt wrong, she'd never been away from her sister for so long as far back as her memories went. The night that the New Moon arrived everything changed. They hadn't joined in with a peaceful compound, they'd joined a cult. Ones who claimed to worship the three ancestral witches deities that they'd come to invent once world went to hell. Believing that if they called upon them they would be the ones to rise to power. In their rabid imaginations Bloom had been declared their second coming, the conduit for their rebirth. She would be bitten by an infected and then strapped to an alter where her blood would be spilt under the Full Moon right as she was on the verge of change.

Even though they fought back Bloom was dragged before the crowd Daphne detained as mid-day hit and an infected was brought forward biting deep into her shoulder before being shot down. Bloom was dragged back into a cell to be kept for the next thirteen hours while they waited on the bite and the witching hour. Having not seen her sister since Bloom had accepted the fact that she was in all likelihood dead and if not at least was far enough away so that she would not have to witness the process of her turning. Yet when darkness fell and the camp became abuzz with finishing touches for the ritual Bloom heard the scratching of a lock and several grunts. There stood Daphne in all of her calm yet somehow also enraged golden glory pulling open her cell door. She fought her on it, not wanting to put her sister at risk. But Bloom didn't just love Daphne selflessly she also loved her selfishly and didn't want to die all alone. She wanted to die outside of this place and free for her last few hours before her sister did what she had to do.

It was a tense escape filled with close calls and more human blood shed than Bloom had ever seen and they were close. Some fencing and metal doors and then a straight shot right into the woods where they could lose the group now relentlessly pursuing them. A thwip and a scream changed everything. Turning Bloom watched her sister drop as an arrow pierced her thigh, blood spilling forward, an artery. Grabbing her under her shoulder they moved faster anyway but the followers were gaining on them. They'd pushed through a thin portion of the fencing, moving the metal and wrenching forward the doors. Bloom's mind had been a haze either from the infection or the panic she didn't know, just that they needed to get through and then she needed to somehow carry her sister far enough so they could torque her leg and let her take care of Bloom's final moments.

But suddenly she had an armful of Daphne and hug in the midst of her confusion at this stop right as they'd gotten the door open Daphne suddenly bit Bloom viciously and deeply swallowing down her blood. Infecting herself so close to the brain she had minutes. Bloom could only stare in shock as she was shoved backwards through the metal doors, watching them close as Daphne barred herself back in with the cult members. The last thing she heard from her sister was her screams of 'Run Bloom' before the screams turned into an awful screeching that she'd be making in a few hours as well. The screeching came with the sound of wet tearing and shots firing off in screams of panic. Bloom who'd been banging on the door desperately begging for her sister finally as the screeching quieted did what she was told one last time and ran. She ran for her life, for the last few hours of it knowing at least she'd be reunited with her sister.

She'd been wandering aimlessly, killing when she had to when Bloom finally remembered to even consider time again. Having fallen into a haze waiting out the last few hours she had left, the redhead suddenly realising the sun and risen and set a total of three times since she'd escaped the cult. While she certainly wasn't the conduit for some three headed deity as the cult had proclaimed they were right about one thing. Bloom was special, she was immune. She was also, for the very first time in her life. Alone.

[seithr]

favorite top 5 of your ocs

Asking this of me who has no less than 10 aus of the same 3 characters is going to kill me... I can't put the same purple eyepatch bastard here five times or the invisible powers that be will come after me. Hard limit of two of the same guy (AND ONLY ONE GUY ALLOWED TO DOUBLE UP) only!! Here we go I finally put some names to the characters I mention in my tags:

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NERO listen years ago I did a silly challenge to throw together a bunch of design notes you like into a single guy and out came bigtits mchimbo over here. I don't know what more to explain besides I made him for myself in a very self indulgent way. Flames and passions god who's just here for a good time and make sure everyone else does too. Specifically I really like his tiny gay little earrings. And his velvety fuzzy body. And his wings good for hiding/setting around his waist like a skirt that hang right over his ass. I like a lot of him. He's like a stressball to me. Sorry ok next guy

NADINE DUVAL otherwise known as why I had to put a au caveat answering this. Yes I love Zinadia, my main girl's, FFXIV iteration—the evil 200 year old viera and her posession/longing subplot—but I am... really attached to FE3H still and still REALLY jive with Nadine's place in the world, and the reinterpretation of the main "noble dad died, get exiled, come back for revenge about it years later" she gets. She's more heroic here!

The devastation of that loss and event gets cranked down since FE3H's plot takes prescendence and character narrative importance—so... It's fun exploring how she turns out in a time where she gets socialized properly, has friends, people to fall back on, to fight for and who look for her not as a symbol to prop up but a friend who had connections and good dreams for the world...

She touches my heart in a really specific way. Fire Emblem Three Houses as a world sucks YES i am sure and know, but it has chances for her to turn things around that most other verses she doesn't get. I love you handsome noble woman

WYRM my big bastard. My "true dragon" among a sea of dragonpeople/elkiir.... Fafnir, Moby Dick, Frankenstein, the devil hiding in the truth, warnings-ignored manifest, will to survive at any cost incarnate. Wyrm is a suit of armour mangled and bloodied and brought to life, fueled by eating magic-drenched flesh, eventually burning up its previous owner inside it too—their bones fused to its organic-metal like a living casket. As that person wanted, they will not die without their revenge. Wyrm will take as long as there is something to take.

The biological anomaly of its "life"—not continuation of its previous one, but still not truly "alive" now either—is an insult itself. You can't pierce him with a lance—a stab doesn't kill metal. You can't take them apart either—they're not made with vital organs and blood, as much as the flames of burning it sustains movement and thought. Weapons of those who fail to kill her are embedded in their body, and where this endlessly-growing beast has outgrown its once human-sized form—leg growth shooting through boots and fresh skin and muscle filling in—those remaining claws and hands and limbs still work, endlessly trying to grow, to "live" as commanded.

Wyrm is far and away one of my favourite creatures. Fucked up dragon eating people alive, and its hunters slowly start to recognize what corpse exactly has sustained it.

CAIA SINNORHA it is known I adore this knight woman. It stings to try and be the best of anyone. And to come so very close to your greatest dreams, only to be thrown back down to the start because the person you love most—who you wonder if you still love—has done the worst thing possible. The eldest daughter, the eldest child, the symbol of the military-nobility's promise to continue serving and fighting, as symbols of a new era.

A shining hero who gets told by those who inspired her that they don't believe in that idea anymore, and she ought to give up rather than keep continuing on that hope she'll make it. Her bird-of-prey motifs in her gold eyes, featherlike wrist decor and her tail's scales, her double-kneed legs... I'm so so fond of her design, the way she carries herself in it... Strange half-dragon people and the minute ways they're different and work around it, like her leg braces and how being neither fully once species or the other impacts her idea of lineage and legacy. She is sooo compressed by the system and trapped in it and needs it to work because she thrived under it once and cannot bear the idea it will never be good as that again. Ms Sinnorha my proper knight crumpling under the weight and expectation of what it means to be what you imagine you need to be... wah

ZINADIA AEDELRIC it is known I am helplessly dedicated to Zinadia. She's the beating heart of this machine and all my ocs. Greasy kicked dog demeanor, kicking and clawing your way back no matter what. She always gets up, no matter how it hurts. Twenty long years it takes for her to have the battle against her traitor king of a brother—twenty years of this hound knight chasing down her dragon. Uuruurgh. Exiled and scapegoated, and taking up that mantle anyway—if she's accused of being a Kingslayer, then her noble brother will see what one really looks like. I'm fighting to not say in every sentence "She is so cool to me."

Electric wolf knight with ambiguous dragonblood in her, hunting down monstrous dragonhounds and biding her time until she gets her hands on her real prize, the man who stole away her life in seat of luxury, safety, love... Everything she's done will be worth it in the end, if her love is awaiting her still, and all it takes is to prove that she deserves to live, and always has, all this time, to the man who condemned her to death.

Zinadia and the story in Thunder—which IS Zinadia—means the world to me. Aaa. Wolfy scarred woman...

[secret-engima]

Do you take headcanon requests? If so, could I pls ask for headcanons where Midoriya's dad is a pro hero known as Flame Hunter and Midoriya interns under him (not knowing that's his father) and as time goes by Izuku starts seeing him as another father figure and accidentally calls him dad while Hisashi just cries in the corner with his best dad mug? You don't have to if ya don't want to ^^

Oh. Um.

I ... don’t ... usually? Usually people ask about my already existing AUs but I guess I could try?

-Midoriya is surprised when he gets any internship offers. He didn’t exactly make a good showing during the festival (though he refuses to regret that, not when his actions helped Shouto). He’s definitely surprised that there’s TWO. One is for Gran Torino, who he’s never heard of, but the other...

-The other is Flame Hunter, and Midoriya knows that name.

-Flame Hunter isn’t big name hero, as quirks go his is kinda small. He can breathe concentrated streams of fire up to twenty feet away or inhale fire from up to ten, but compared to say, Endeavor’s EVERYTHING that’s not very impressive. But Midoriya has always loved studying heroes and that includes the small ones and Flame Hunter...

-Maybe it’s because Flame Hunter has a similar quirk to the dad he’s never met, but Midoriya has always been extra fond of the pro hero. It helps that Flame Hunter is actually a really nice guy. He isn’t famous, but he’s GOOD, he specializes in helping police with hard cases, especially ones involving children. He’s done everything from help take down trafficking rings to volunteering to guard the temporary homes of abused kids while they wait for the court case. He makes sure no one bothers the kids, helps them feel safe enough to tell the truth and then guards them to make sure no one comes after them in retribution. He’s also the only pro hero Izuku has EVER heard of that intentionally seeks out and hires staff with “bad” quirks or who are quirkless (his secretary has a ghoul quirk that requires special dietary supplements to manage and his lawyer is quirkless- QUIRKLESS). The rest of the world might not know much about Flame Hunter since he doesn’t advertise his agency a lot, but in the former abuse victim circles and the quirkless circles, Flame Hunter might be more popular than All Might.

-Deku doesn’t ask All Might who he should pick, doesn’t think to, he signs off on Flame Hunter’s offer with shaking hands and a huge grin and only thinks later to ask All Might if it’s okay. All Might just smiles and says it’s fine, unaware of who the other offer was from because Deku forgot to tell him.

-Deku goes to Flame Hunter’s agency and maybe babbles when he meets the sidekicks (Nightbird who is basically a quirkless sidekick because all he can do is change his eye color at will and specializes in infiltration and investigation, Floragora who has Venus Flytraps for hair and works in villain capture, and Alucara who is Basically a Vampire without the sunlight weakness or undead complication and flaunts it gleefully). They and the rest of the staff are super welcoming, and Flame Hunter shakes Deku’s hand easily and smiles behind his vaguely dragon themed mask. Flame Hunter asks Deku about his quirk, how it functions, what control exercises he knows, and then sets him to training with the agency’s personal gym trainer, a tiny man who has a quirk that lets him bench press buildings if he wanted to.

-Hosu still happens, but this time it’s because Flame Hunter takes Deku with him to Hosu to walk a beat around the house of a kid who’s uncle is abusive and going to court for it. Deku sees the Nomus and maybe sorta kinda runs off to help people before Flame Hunter can call him back. Flame Hunter is not best pleased and leaves Floragora to guard the house while chasing after his son new sidekick and so Stain’s power trip is interrupted by 90+ pounds of Smol Fite Me bby hero and one severely unimpressed Dragon Dad who has Lots of Experience dealing with people who use knives (aka Nightbird) and blood quirks (aka Alucara).

-With an Actual Hero on the scene to give them permission to defend themselves there is ... less drama? Sorta? Iida is still in trouble but Deku gets to keep interning with Flame Hunter at least and it’s EPIC. He enjoys every minute of it.

-So kinda assuming Flame Hunter gets in on the Eri hunt thing because Rescuing Abused Child is literally his ballpark and so Deku now has a second invested mentor figure teaching him stuff and encouraging his outlook on helping people over fame and maybe it’s the flame quirk maybe it’s just that Flame Hunter is so NICE for all he’s intensely private and Deku has never seen him without his mask but like-

-He calls him dad.

-By accident.

-Deku was tired and Flame Hunter had just ruffled his hair and said “Good job today” okay? Things happen.

-While Deku internally dies inside, Flame Hunter just smiles and laughs and tells Deku to go home for the day. No negative reaction. It’s fine. Maybe he didn’t even hear the “dad” part.

-Far away in Hisashi’s apartment, things are Not Fine and he Definitely Heard the Dad Comment and is currently sobbing into the Best Dad mug his sidekicks got him years ago while his secretary/best friend pats his back and tells him to “man up and tell the kid your his dad HONESTLY Hisashi, Inko never said you couldn’t TALK TO YOUR OWN SON you’re the one who went undercover to bust up a trafficking ring for five years after the amiable divorce and then felt too guilty to come say hi.”

[albatris]

just want an excuse to trap the rental car gang into joining an awkward family dinner at zeke's house with zeke's parents

like for context her great grandma on her mum’s side was also vampire hunter. both her grandparents on her mum’s side were vampire hunters. her own parents are an accountant, an ornithologist, and a funeral director

but like her mum for sure KNOWS a lot about vampires and the other two likely do just.... through osmosis or whatever shenanigans she ends up in....... AND Zeke herself is a vampire hunter

like I just want to toss some vampires into that house. watch Zeke pretend everything is just super normal and chill and hoping her very-well-versed-in-vampirism parents don't notice that some of her friends are vampires

said parents knowing goddamn well some of their reckless daughter's friends are vampires and being like "??????? she's not mentioning it so do we just??? ignore it??? she knows, right?? she has to Know". and just kind of awkwardly being like "Jesika it's so nice to meet some of your friends for once :-)"

Alex having the time of its life because it has Zero problem blending in with human society. Alex and Dad 2 get along fantastically. Alex thinks this is all hilarious

Nat sweating profusely and convinced he's going to die the whole time or possibly burst into flames simply by Being In The Cunningham-Warwick-Lâm residence (churches? no effect on vampires. Zeke's house? do NOT take any fucking chances). in terms of tone it plays out like the highest-stakes game of "impress your cool girlfriend's terrifying parents at your first meeting" the world has ever seen and they're not even dating

Quinn dropping more and more obvious hints and vampire-based wordplay the whole time and absolutely leaning into the fact that most people instinctively assume they're a vampire. partially to steer attention away from Alex (Quinn, please, Alex is fine, Nat is dying) and partially just because it's funny

Yvonne just pleased to be invited to a friend's house! :D not oblivious to the underlying absurd tensions of the evening but trying Very hard to pretend it doesn't exist. she is over at a friend's house (!!!!!) for dinner, she is NOT letting anything fuck this up. on god, she is going to have a nice normal night like nice normal people do with their nice normal friends

at the end of the night I think Zeke is like "oh thank fuck they didn't notice you're vampires that would have been so difficult to explain I'm so relieved" and Nat is also like "oh thank fuck they didn't realise I'm a vampire" while her parents r just like..... "that short freckly vampire was a very sweet young man, it's so nice to see Jesika is expanding her horizons a bit :-)"

[phantomechospics]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

I got tagged by @bestillmyfastbeatingheart so feel free to thank them for this! :) This is my first ever tag-post too, so if I didn’t do it right, well...

Meh, instructions are for nerds (says the software developer that went back to school and likes to write fics in spare time).

(Using a keep reading so I don’t blow-up people’s dashboards.)

10 characters (No particular order since it’s based on whatever I’m reading/writing at the moment):

Kuroba Kaito (Magic Kaito, Detective Conan)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Bakugou Katsuki (Boku no Hero Academia)

Killua Zoldyck (HunterxHunter)

Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Marco Diaz (Star vs The Forces of Evil)

Merlin (Merlin 2008)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Tim Drake (DC: Batman comics)

I have far more characters that I like and did not make it to the list. If there is a character that I ship with these ones (Like Kaito x Shinichi or Merlin x Arthur) you can assume that the other character is in this same list. (Also, anyone want to take a look at that list and tell me what my type is? XD )

10 Fandoms (Again, no particular order):

Detective Conan | Magic Kaito (Same creator, same ‘verse)

The Owl House

Xiaolin Showdown

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Not Korra though, not sorry)

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Merlin (2008)

Boku no Hero Academia

Danny Phantom

Rise of the Guardians

DC

Again, more fandoms than I can count and my interest tends to shift by the day. (I’ve jumped into 4 new fandoms in the last 2 weeks alone, so my attention is mercurial at best.)

10 Tags (I have a feeling I’ll get some flames for this, but I like what I like):

ABO (Non-traditional dynamics)

Dom/Sub (Soft play for the most part)

Sentinel/Guide

Analyst Midoriya Izuku

Time Loops

De-aging (NOT Age Play, I want to make that clear)

Humans are Space Orcs

Bruce Wayne is a good dad

Dadzawa

Alternate Universe -Fantasy (Or basically any cross-over with another fandom done well)

These also change, depending on the fandom/character/pairings I am reading at the moment. I also like Human-Disaster [Insert-Character-Name-here] but the best fics for that aren’t always tagged like this. :)

Questions? Feel free to Reply, Reblog or Ask!

As for who’s next...

@thrushsong-kvaris @idealesss and @bookreader20003 feel like making a tag post? If you haven’t already done this one. :)

[entangledmuses]

MUSE ROUNDUP 2!

OC Muses added in the last Month:

Julia Hale: Teen Wolf OC

Julia is the twin sister of Laura Hale, the daughter of Talia, and sister to Cora and Derek. The night that the Hale family housewas set alight, Julia had managed to escape with a few wounded younger ones. She got separate from her twin, which she hated, but she knew that Laura was alive, she just knew it. But to protect the younger ones she managed to get out, she had to go on the run. Hunters managed to find them, and unfortunately killed those that remained, Julia injured in the process of trying to protect them. She felt like a failure, unable to protect her family, her pack. When she was finally somewhere safe, Julia passed out, and was found by an Omega, who helped her heal, which took a while, considering her state of mind, and the way she felt like she had let her family down. The two stayed together, protecting one another, and though they weren't a true pack, they were loyal to each other, as if they were one. Canon as to when it comes to Laura: Julia woke up one night, in a pool of sweat, she felt like she was instantly missing something, like there was a hole in her heart, and the girl instantly knew that her Sister was gone. Thats when Julia made up her mind that she had to return to Beacon Hills. But the fellow Omega, who she had stayed with, decided to not join her, so once again, Julia was on her own.

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Harper Tripp: Phoenix

Phoenix's are powerful beings, and very rare now. It is genetic, but most Phoenix's lines are gone. Except hers, which runs in both sides of her family, meaning she is not only rare, but powerful. Her eyes glow red when she is using her abilities. She can ignite with a touch, but also when she is using the peak of her abilities, her whole body can light up in flames. She also is able to control fire, even if she did not create it. ANd is impervious to fire. She is incredibly fast when she wants to be, and has regeneration abilities when injured.

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Taylor Brockhart: Multiverse

Taylor isn't sure who her real parents are, she had a closed adoption, and her fathers, Marco and Jeff raised her from a baby. She loves her Dads, and can't imagine life without them. They gave her the best of everything, wanting to make her feel that she wasn't abandoned by her real parents, but a gift from God to them. Because of the way she was raised, she has never been interested in finding out who her real parents are. As far as she's concerned, her real parents are Marco and Jeff, even though she looks nothing like either of them. She is by no means Spoilt, and has always worked hard, and done well in school, her grades were always above average. Taylor went to Business school and once she left with incredible grades, she then went into Hospitality and management, and is now a Hotelier. She speaks French, Spanish and Italian.

Verses: Main, Powers/Marvel, Werewolf

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Hope Oswald: Writer

Hope has always been into writing. From a young age, she always had a pen in her hand, writing stories that she published in the school paper. She currently is writing a book, even though she is still in college. She thinks its never too early to get a head start. Although she is confident about her writing, she can be a little shy around new people, but once she is comfortable around them, she relaxes and is her normal bubbly self.

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Mika Bishop: Demi Goddess- Daughter of Athena

Mika, daughter of Athena, and left on her fathers doorstep the day after she was born. Her father had no clue how to look after a baby. He hadn't planned on being a father, yet here was this tiny helpless little thing looking up at him with big eyes, needing his love. Athena left a letter for him, telling him everything, and telling him that she was called Mika. He never hid who she was from her, he taught her all about her mother, and the reason she couldn't be there herself. But that didn't stop a little girl wanting a mother. Her father met her step mother when Mika was six months old, and Mika instantly loved having a female influence in her life. Mika has 3 younger siblings, 2 sisters and a brother, and she adores them. And though they may not be like her, they are still her siblings. They are not half siblings. Mika, like her mother, is incredibly smart, and wise. She is incredibly protective, and if you mess with anyone she cares about, you will see the Goddess of war rise within her.

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Sofia Perez: Werewolf

Sofia was born a werewolf, her mother and father both being wolves. However, at the age of 15 years old, Hunters invaded the pack, and both her mother and father were killed. Her Alpha protected her, helped raise her from that moment, as her parents had been his closest friends. But with the pack numbers depleted, they were unable to defend themselves fully. The very few members that remained, lived in a very small community, most are too old now to fight, too old to work, too old to accept new members into the Pack, leaving Sofia as their only hope.

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Brooke Wilsher: Witch

Brooke is a witch, one who had been suppressed for many years by her Grandmother, who raised her, who was also a witch. A witch who believed that they were sinners, and needed to be suppressed of their gift, in order to be saved. But Brooke is naturally a strong Witch, and rather than supressing her abilities, it was messing with them, making them unpredictable and dangerous. Brooke decides to run away from home, in search for her mother, who had left shortly after Brooke was born, though she is not sure her mother is still alive. She also seeks guidance in how to control her abilities.

[spirit-of-vengeance]

@spxcemuses @mr-mansnoozie @xxstar-bluesxx

Guess who gathered enough mind to finally write her full backstory of Western Verse. Her being a bounty hunter is set in the Wild West time period (1865-1895), there is no current year(s) to set her story in mainly because I don't want to make a mistake messing up the timeline.

Calm before the storm

Her father, Attila a lesser Hungarian noble whom supported the 1848-1849 revolutionary war but after the failure of it he escaped emigrated to America to avoid the Habsburg revenge, soon followed by his brother Gábor. He could save a small amount of his fortune along with his two most important horses: a purebred Lipizzan stallion and an extremely rare Akhal Teke mare. He had settled near a small town, due to his financial situation and education as a noble he established a school with the support and approval of the local church. To quieten his guilt for abandoning his country in its peril, he poured all of his heart into educating children; at least he is still useful in some way.

One day, a group of artists traveling artists, acrobats traveled through the town and the aristocrat fell in love at first sight. She was like the queen of fairy from the folk tales he'd heard in his childhood, she was tall, blue eyes sparkled like light sapphire, long golden brown hair floated ethereally with every twirl. The smitten lord shamelessly courted the the graceful acrobat, determined to know at least the name.

The group had stayed in the town for a few weeks, allowing Attila's and Myra's romance to blossom; after a month she ended up staying with him, just like in true fairytales.

My obsession with angst backstory strikes again

The lord was in love, deeper than poets could express it. Since the loss of his home and country he had found his place in the universe along with the perfect companion by his side. He paid less attention to the school, the church and other public affairs; it wasn't like he abandoned them but became more withdrawn to spend time with the love of his life, especially after the birth of their daughter. She was almost the perfect miniature of her mother, same beautiful hair glinting gold in the sunlight, only her eyes were the brightest emerald green he'd ever seen.

While Myra's heart and aura was as pure as a fairy's; the local church was beyond distressed. They claimed that Attila had completely abandoned helping those in need because of her wicked seduction. When they witnessed her performing for the amusement of the crowd, the 'temptress witch' brand couldn't be lifted. They gathered a few enthusiastic townsfolk whom shared their views and a few morally questionable men whom only wanted a piece of the lord's fortune.

10 year old Karma was awakened from her deep slumber by her frantic father; smoke and yelling blinding her senses as he carried her out of the burning house into the nearby forest so the mob won't find her. He promised her he will be back but he had to return into their home for Myra; he couldn't leave her inside. Karma watched her dad disappear into the flames, the air filled with suffocating smoke and religious shouts for god to smite the sinners. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the spot where her father was gone, waiting for her parents to stumble out of the half collapsed building; but that never had happened. She sat unmoving from her spot, struck staring into the flames then into the ashes as the sun has risen.

Birth of the marksman

Attila's brother, Gábor arrived the next day after hearing the news, he was the one whom found Karma still staring at the ruins in a catatonic state. He couldn't avenge his sibling as it meant endangering his niece and she has lost more than enough.

Gábor expected her to become a soft spoken, reserved lady once she overcame her trauma; that theory was soon abandoned when once he had awoken to his niece practicing with his rifle outside with frighteningly great accuracy. The young girl naturally had an extraordinary aim and after a few long talks, he'd seen the determination burning in her to avenge the murder of her parents. Given by her mother's dance lessons, she was also flexible and capable of many different acrobatic moves; this combined with her aim proven to be a very dangerous combination.

To not awaken suspicion he told his friends Karma was an orphan whose parents were killed by bandits and he had adopted her to give her a family and education. Karma was fascinated chasing greater heights of her skills, this involved reading every possible book about anatomy, marking, engraving the useful spots of the body. Karma knows where to shoot to disarm, to cause a slow death, to paralyze, to disable for life and when it is only a warning: an injury which will heal with time. Along with her accuracy, her drawing speed only can be compared to lightning. Although she prefers/most comfortable with her dual revolvers (model undecided yet), she is still a menace with shotguns, rifles, flintlocks and even bows due to Gàbor's 'A Hungarian is not a Hungarian if they can't use a bow' mindset.

The bounty hunter quicker than death

Karma had her first official gunfight at the age of 18 on the auction. for Vihar (Storm), the filly of her father's horses.

Detailed post about Vihar

She officially entered the bounty hunter business when she was 20 and Vihar was 2, aiming for the most dangerous criminals whom committed the worst acts possible. In her early years after the kill she slit open corpses she trying to find the bullet, surverying the damage it caused and adding filler information to her anatomy knowledge. Of course she didn’t bother burying the bodies, she knew as a woman she has to be extremely vicious above talented to be hired and mutilated dead bodies did send a great message & served as cement for building her reputation. The name Karma wasn't entirely her idea, many thankful family members claimed that karma has came for their loved ones' murderers. Her talent spread like wildfire among the men of law, glad to be rid of the dangerous scum; with careful planning, use of environment and Vihar as backup she had wiped out gangs, not solely focused on individuals.

Unfortunately her reputation summoned an unofficial grand price on her head as well in certain circles; they had tracked her back to her uncle's house. The battle claimed Gábor's life and nearly her sight as her right eye was almost slashed out. The new loss opened old wounds: her not being able to protect her loved ones. She couldn't look into a mirror, the scar a reminder how despite all years of training she wasn't untouchable; after burying her uncle plan to gain control over her psyche already formed.

She took a knife and carefully carved four half circles around her eye to form a crosshair with her pupil being the middle of it. She made sure she kept the wounds open for enough time to scar as visibly as the vertical cut; she wanted a symbol to add to her legend. Excuse my pathetic excuse of an edit, I'm not good in this, nor I can draw.

Now Karma is 25, Vihar is 6, both of them in their peak physical prime; the name Vihar is also symbolic a little, Karma is the lightning to her horse. She is dancing on the thin edge of bounty hunting and being an outlaw as she often takes...side jobs to help people who deserve it and usually that person doesn't have a bounty on their head, therefore it is technically murder.

Local antisocial feral monk & cocky gunslinger feral lady / addition of the AU with the amazing @mr-mansnoozie

Near her uncle's house, Karma had discovered a cave and a grumpy mute monk living in it along with his pet bear. The monk, Sandy eventually became a second uncle to the traumatized angry orphan, he taught her how to move & creep upon someone soundlessly, disappear without a trace, cover her stances and behavior patterns of various animals. Before and after returning from a job she always visits her uncle of choice for a chat; a silent way to prepare him to the possibility of her not coming back. But she always do. She considers Sandy as part of her tiny family, although his...copying mechanisms with his own traumas were a bit strange to get used to; she adapted quite fast, after all who is she to judge with a past like that?

I'm a dead man walking, Hell's at my door.

aka collection of small headcanons

🎯 Her dual revolvers are called Salvation and Damnation because she's dramatic

🎯 Karma has a small sketchbook filled with anatomy drawings for further practice.

🎯 She actually can sing, but rarely does, only to Vihar since she never received positive feedback on it. Her voice is gritty, rugged and deep; definitely not the usual and desired sounding from a woman.

🎯 If her target was an outstandingly cruel bastard and/or one of those whom killed her parents she uses a little psychological torture. After fatally wounding them she starts whistling (for the most terrifying experience wear headphones & close your eyes while listening) as they try to crawl away or beg for mercy. The first time the whistle gets shrill & more intense is when she lazily reloads, knowing she has both the time and the upper hand. The second pace shift is when she aims; she shoots during the last, long drawn out high note.

🎯 This is her only verse where Cindy is afraid, no terrified of fire; during her....26 AU's she's always been associated with fire despite dying in or being wounded by it. In this verse she is more tied to lightning, the scent of smoke is enough to send her into a silent panic attack and despite loathing the cold she will never sit close to the fireplace. Her other deep fears include injuring her hands & sight and losing Vihar. Her horse is the only remaining family member of hers, she can't fail her too.

🎯 Most of Karma's scars, injuries are a result of her standing between Vihar and a knife/bullet/ even a bullwhip when a criminal was smart enough to catch on their deep emotional bond.

🎯 She has recurring night terrors about the night her parents died, she always wakes up in cold sweat; she's sort of used to them. Though, sometimes she still cries but thankfully Vihar is there to comfort her.

🎯 Karma has a special morning stretch routine to keep her flexibility and warm up her hands & keep them steady and fast.

🎯 Due to her dad and uncle she received high quality education

🎯 For the untrained eye, the belt of her hat are simple crosses while in reality, they are inverted crosses to symbolize her stance with Christianity

🎯 Karma's middle name is Emerald, given by her father due to her eye color.

🎯 Karma was first inspired by League of Legends Miss Fortune because that name alone is great but unfortunately she is too pirate coded for a western so I abandoned the relation. Though when Karma is not being the 'Call me a slow reader but I only made it to the Dead part, the or Alive didn't register.' ; her personality is similar to hers.

🎯 Due to her dad, Karma is actually half aristocrat. Not like she cares about it the slightest; the only indication of noble blood is her idle stance. It is an unconscious mirror of how her father used to hold himself: back straightened to almost impossible point, left arm behind it, right hand resting on the grip of in her case, revolver instead of hilt of a sword.

🎯 If given the chance to live a normal life, she would've grown into a captivating, lively young woman, much like her mother but with the aristocrat elegance of her father; finding a suitor who lives up to her parents' and her standards would've been the challenge of the century.

🎯 Her special move is called Dance of Death. This is used as last resort when she's facing more opponents up to 12, as with her dual revolvers she has 12 bullets without reloading. She mentally marks the stances of all opponents, predicts their movement, firing order and possible way of their bullets before whirling out of her hiding place. Each pose minimizes the chance of getting shot, and with each change of movement two bullets are fired, two men drop dead.

🎯 Her accuracy isn't just 'gun goes boom >:D' but a combination of natural talent, endless practice, movement prediction, sharp, quick thinking & analytical skills and different techniques molten together to utilize them all at once

🎯 Her hair is now as long as her mother's, she always keeps it in a single tight braid to keep it out of the way; without her hat and hair down she actually loses some of her dangerous edge.

🎯 The only physical memory Karma has of her parents is her dad's hussar sword she found underneath the ruins of the house, it was protected by a very thick wooden box & a lock of her mother's hair is tied to the grip. She has hidden it in the nearby forest, her thoughts often wander to it along with the wish to wield it.

[suckmysupernatural]

Sunshine - Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1810

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: Sunny and the Winchesters find a case.

Warnings: language

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“Hey, Sunny. We found a case. You want to come?” Sam offered as he walked into the library. Sunny had been immersed in a book of zombie lore but hearing the word ‘case’ caught her attention. 

“Yes! Yeah, yes yes!” Sunny answered excitedly. Sam laughed, nodding.

“Okay, we leave in 10. Pack for a few days,” Sam said. He left to go to the kitchen, leaving Sunny to hustle to her room. She grabbed her empty duffel bag from under the bed, shoving some clothes into the bag. She made sure to put a mix of hunting clothes and a couple of nicer outfits in case they went undercover. Sunny walked up to her nightstand, looking fondly at the photos that sat there. 

“I’ll see you guys later,” she smiled, kissing two of her fingers before touching each photo. This was a ritual that Sunny had set in place soon after her family had died. While she knew that her family was gone for good, she couldn’t help but talk to them sometimes. There were times when she would just talk to her sister about the hot guy at the bar or telling her dad a joke. It brought Sunny comfort. 

Reaching the Impala, she saw Dean on the driver’s side, waiting for her and Sam. Sunny looked around for Sam, but he must still be packing. Laughing to herself, she hopped into the passenger seat for the first time. Dean looked over and laughed.

“Sammy won’t be happy about this,” Dean pointed out. 

“Well, now he gets the pleasure of staring at me the whole trip,” Sunny winked. It was then that Sam walked into the garage. He approached the passenger side and stopped, surprised to see his seat taken. Sunny rolled the window down, looking up at him. “Hello, can I help you?” 

“Wow,” Sam said in mock offense, “how dare you.” Sunny giggled as Sam made his way into the backseat. Dean turned to face his brother, one arm resting on the back of the bench seat. 

“Www-chhhhh,” Dean mimicked the motion of a whip. Sunny gave Dean a small shove, trying to hide a laugh. Sam simply rolled his eyes at his brother’s teasing. He was used to it. Dean turned to face forward, reversing the car out of the garage. Sunny bent down to pick up the Impala’s cassette collection. She looked through the titles, smiling when she found one that had been shoved to the bottom. She slid it into the player and turned up the volume.

It didn’t take long for the familiar upbeat electric guitar to flow through the car’s speakers. Dean was already speeding down the road but the music broke his focus. He whipped his head to look at Sunny as the lyrics started.

What I want, you've got 

But it might be hard to handle

Like the flame that burns the -

Before the first verse could even finish, Dean pressed the eject button. He kept eye contact with Sunny as he rolled down the window, grabbed the cassette, and chucked it out of the car. 

“Dean -” Sunny started to complain but was quickly interrupted.

“NO HALL & OATES IN BABY,” Dean yelled. He reached into the box of tapes, pulling one out at random. Soon the tunes of AC/DC filled the car. Sam and Sunny sat in shock at first before bursting into laughter. Dean quickly joined them, chuckling as he continued onto the highway. 

“Okay, so what is the case boys?” Sunny asked, her eyes shifting between the brothers. 

“Blair, Nebraska. We already have six bodies waiting for us in the city’s morgue. They have all been brutally murdered, some were stabbed while others had their neck snapped.” Sam explained.

“Couldn’t this just be a serial killer?” Sunny asked. 

“At first, it looked that way. But for a couple of the victims, their families have described a rotten egg smell in the home. One had even been visited by an electrician that morning after complaining that the lights in her home had been flickering even after replacing the light bulbs,” Sam gave a knowing look at Sunny.

“So we’ve got ourselves a demon,” Sunny said.

“Yep, one with an anger management problem it seems.” 

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The drive to Blair, Nebraska was relatively short. Within four hours they had arrived at the city’s only motel. It was small, with only about a dozen rooms. The three checked in, only getting one room. Sam and Sunny had discussed it and decided to share a bed on hunting trips. They weren’t sharing one back at the bunker, but Sam felt better knowing that Sunny was in the same room when there was a dangerous monster roaming about. He knew that she was an incredible hunter, maybe even better than him, but didn’t want to take the risk. That was fine by Sunny as she liked knowing that Sam was safe as well. 

Going into the room, they all quickly changed into their FBI gear. They were all wearing suits by the time they had climbed back into the Impala. Sunny wasn’t a big fan of her gray pantsuit, wishing she could wear something brighter instead; she knew that neutral colors were best if she wanted to be taken seriously. 

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“Please tell me that you guys got some info on this demon,” Dean groaned as he flopped onto the motel bed. They had decided early on to split up, each covering two of the victim’s families. Each hunter got barely any information that could lead to the motive behind these murders. None of them had any major successes within the last ten years, so a demon deal was quickly eliminated from the list. 

“So I have a pediatric surgeon who recently gave a pro bono surgery to a child with cancer and a high school football coach with a nicotine addiction and a tendency to sleep with cheerleaders,” Sunny told the boys. 

“The older woman, Marge, volunteered at her church and had a book club. I also met the very distraught mother of the dead teenager. He was constantly in trouble and his browsing history was filled with porn,” Sam stated. Dean raised his eyebrows in approval at the mention of the teen’s pornography habits.

“I got the woman that ran the non-profit and knit caps for newborn babies and a man who had a bad gambling debt. Like 100,000 dollars worth of debt,” Dean said dully. There wasn’t much to go on and the boys thought that they had hit a roadblock. That was until Sunny spoke up.

“Wait guys, I think I found a pattern. We have three women who were giving and kind, amazing people. Then we have three guys that are on the bad side of things,” Sunny said. The boys’ faces lit up in understanding. 

“So, sinners and saints?” Sam asked, looking at the other two. 

“It’s weird but we’ve seen weirder,” Dean pointed out. Sam nodded in agreement.

“So tomorrow, we just research what? Awesome women and shitty men?” Sam asked.

“Sounds hard to narrow down,” Sunny laughed. Both of the brothers looked at her as if they were deeply offended. It didn’t last long, with both guys agreeing. The three of them got ready for bed, deciding to call it a night. They had been working all day and tomorrow would likely be the same.

Dean fell asleep quickly, his snores filling the motel room. The sound was like a white noise machine was playing so Sunny and Sam weren’t bothered by it. It wasn’t long until they were also in deep sleep, their cuddling keeping them warm throughout the night.

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“Rise and Shine, lovers!” Dean yelled out from the foot of the bed that Sam and Sunny were sharing. They both groaned at the older brother, Sam throwing a pillow at him. “Hey, Woah. Is that any way to treat the man who got you coffee?”

Sam shot out of bed, quickly grabbing the cup from Dean’s hand. The brothers both shared a slight caffeine addiction, using coffee to get through the day. Sunny, on the other hand, often preferred tea. Dean had remembered that fact and handed her a cup of Earl Grey.

“Thanks, Dean,” Sunny inhaled the enticing aroma. Dean sat down on his bed, looking at the other two hunters.

“So, how do we find the next victims?” Dean asked. It was a question that none of them truly knew the answer to. 

“Um… maybe we can just ask around town? See what the gossip is?” Sunny offered. She wished that there was something more concrete, but this was all they had at the moment. 

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll check out the police station, see if they have any repeat offenders,” Dean said. 

“Okay, Sunny and I will look for some do-gooders,” Sam shrugged. Dean nodded, going to the bathroom to get ready. It didn’t take long, putting on the fed suit once again because he was going to the police station. Sunny and Sam, on the other hand, got to dress casually. Sunny was glad to leave behind the pantsuit, trading it in for a light blue, knee-length sundress with buttons down the front and pockets. 

“Wow, you are beautiful,” Sam said at the sight of her. She could feel a blush crawling up her cheeks as she gave him a large grin.

“Why, thank you,” Sunny gave a small curtsy. Sam laughed, offering his hand for her to take. The two, now hand-in-hand, left the motel room to walk towards the town’s center. The city was small so they would be fine without a car. In fact, Sunny found it rather enjoyable. The sun was shining down on them, the slight breeze keeping them from overheating. 

It was difficult to focus on the case at hand as both were distracted by one another. Sam couldn’t think of a time that he was this happy. Looking down at her, he couldn’t believe his luck. Her eyes were closed, letting the sun wash over her face and trusting Sam to guide her. He was in awe of Sunny, how she takes something as small as the sun on her face and lets it fill her with joy. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Sam’s.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about how I am the luckiest man alive,” Sam said matter-of-factly. Sunny let out a giggle that made his heart skip a beat.

“Okay, Mr. Luck. We gotta focus up, finish this case and I’ll show you just how lucky you are,” Sunny winked and gave his hand a squeeze. Sam’s eyebrows raised, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Let’s get to work then,” Sam said with determination as he increased his pace. Sunny laughed as she attempted to catch up with him and his long legs.

Chapter 6 ->

[bluntache]

yo , there are a SHIt TON of people here . let’s write together .

comment a verse , i’ll write something . this blog is official semi active !

xx. ‹ canon. ›

canon dean winchester. seasons 01-15. any canon divergences have their own verses below ie. endverse, etc.

xx. ‹ canon div. ›

anytime we write canon but we change something .

xx. ‹ end. verse. ›

canon dean winchester. end!universe setting. this is dean’s verse for anything related to the apocalypse, both in canon (end!verse) and alternate universes such as american horror story apocalypse or just apocalyptic au’s.

this dean fed into his dark desires after sam said yes to lucifer. using sam’s betrayal as an excuse to get his hands dirty without worrying about retribution or guilt. without any real ties to family or friends, dean allows himself to go very far into the dark hole of desire and destruction. using his brother as his excuse for his actions – we had to do it - or lucifer will win , mentality. he is abusive and toxic towards castiel as well as others .

xx. ‹ ordinary. ›

alt. universe dean winchester. this verse does not have supernatural components. dean is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, working part time at a diner as a cook, also working saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

is a baseball player, taking 18 hours at university, living in studio apartment that was pretty trashy but he fixed it up and is renting to own atm, works part time at a diner as the cook, also works saturdays at a local autobody shop as a intern.

mary winchester was accidentally burned alive when a loose wire sparked upstairs in the baby room causing it to fill with smoke. incredibly baby sam had crawled from the room and woke up dean next door who started screaming when he saw the flames. his father screamed for him to carry sam outside and ran into the burning room for their mother. john was thought to have suffered from smoke poisoning due to believing he had seen a demon in the smoke and flames. after a month or so john gained custody of his kids again. sadly he was never the same and went on ‘hunts’ often. leaving the children unattended for weeks sometimes. when dean was 17 his father was busted when a hotel clerk called authorities after seeing dean break into a vending machine and notices the father had not returned. dean was not charged as the police believed neglect was apparent and john never came back. his body would lady be found near his car, police believed he tried to commit suicide since the smell of sulfur was in the area and the cars gas tank had been drained (as if left on until the engine died).

dean was given the impala and the news. sam had already been in foster care at this point and was integrating well. he was at a good school with a good family and while they invited dean over often dean knew he had to make sure his life turned around. sam encourages him to go to college and dean decided to after sams foster dad said he would help him talk to the college about financing.

dean made friends quick and while most didn’t connect dean to the death in the papers some did and offered a helping hand. he was able to find a studio apartment through a local ad and was offered it dirt cheap if he would do the renovations. dean accepted even though he knew the place was a dump and would take a lot of tlc.

the baseball coach spotted dean quickly and asked if he’d ever played sports. dean mentioned his training with his dad and easily knocked one out when practicing with the team. he was offered a walk on spot and a minimal scholarship of covering 12 hours of college credit per semester.

he picked up a job as fast as he could at a local dive joint that was desperate for a cook. they threw him in with no experience but the customers weren’t picky and he could cook most of the basic slop people wanted. he worked hard and the waitresses appreciated his take no shit demeanor if an unruly customer came in.

dean tries to reconnect with bobby but it takes. along while to find him again through the phone book. when he does eventually bobby offers him a place with him but dean declines wanting to stay close to sam. bobby’s known for coming to visit and watch the games. most people assume that’s deans dad and he’s happy to let them think it.

he’s going for his basics right now but has several paths he’s considering. photography, wielding, autobody or business. he keeps very little around him. he’s a minimalist and always feels like he’ll have to leave at any minute. afraid of commitment. desperate for a connection. very confident but got that southern gentleman charm. he keeps an old photo of his parents in his wallet and one of sam in the impala.

xx. ‹ pre. canon. ›

pre-canon dean winchester. this takes place prior to the pilot and generally is either teen or young adult dean prior to meet up with sam at college to find their father.

xxi. ‹ demon!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. deanmon era. anytime dean is a demon, or knight of hell. in this verse, he is typically devoid of emotions that drive him normally : such as guilt, etc. he still holds somewhat of a moral compass, killing those who don’t follow the rules or hurt children / rape women, etc. follows canon supernatural but most threads turn divergent fairly quickly.

xxi. ‹ dean smith. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean smith. a verse for dean in which he is dean smith, adopted successful child of ellen & bobby smith, loving brother to jo. he loves golfing and fancy suits. eats salad everyday & is a ceo of his fathers fortune 500 company which specializes in cars with new age technology , similar to tesla .

xxi. ‹ moc!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. mark of cain era. anytime dean has the mark of cain , he is drawn to violence and blood shed. he’s drawn to dark, terrible things such as killing, violence, hardcore sex, and other taboo things. he feeds off the energy and has trouble controlling himself . if castiel or sam is not around he’s likely to kill without pause.

xxi. ‹ purgatory ›

canon dean winchester. purgatory setting. anytime dean is in the realm of purgatory. can be canon divergent but typically written with benny or castiel.

xxi. ‹ michael!dean. ›

canon dean winchester. michael!dean era. anytime dean’s body is taken over by michael, or in which michael is sharing dean’s vessel with or without permission. covers both canon timeline and canon divergence regarding michael.

xi. ‹ coach. ›

alternate universe dean winchester. dean works at a high school or university (plot dependent). in high school threads, he is a head football coach and gym teacher. he sometimes teaches history or health depending on what the school needs that year. in university he is the asst coach, defensive coordinator, and sometimes teaches freshman fitness courses .

xi. ‹ hitman. ›

dean left his fathers house at 18 and went straight into the military. with his moms untimely death his father slowly lost his mind, beginning to believe in conspiracy theories, supernatural beings, and was becoming extremely paranoid as well as beginning to buy guns. dean knew he needed to get out if he wanted to gain custody of sammy somehow and he saw the army as his out. when testing on the exams the army found he had a certain aptitude for …. certain jobs… he started out as a contract hitman and cover up guy. after a while he retired from the military and went private with his time and money. he’s got one assistant and no other contacts. as far as the world knows, he’s still with the army. as far as the army knows, he’s off the grid. sammy is placed in foster care within one year of dean joining the army. dean is granted leave temporarily and sam is given to bobby singer while dean works , sending large sums in various forms during the times he is gone.

xi. ‹ witch. ›

alternate universe. dean winchester is a witch who is able to communicate with biologically living things that use photosynthesis . his brother sam , a pyrokenetic , tragically started a house fire that took the lives of his entire family minus dean who was found cocooned entirely by crisp , burnt foilage and limbs . the tree outside his window had inexplicably created a barrier between him and the fire. taken in by bobby singer , who’s deceased wife had (he found out later) been blessed with divine sight , he tried to learn and hone his skills . he eventually opens his own holistic apothecary where he offers mixtures based on the ailments of his customers . he known to be called upon by those who know his true nature for cures and consults.

xi. ‹ bounty hunter. ›

ffxv. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunter without family. found among the remnants of what was assumed to be a freak house fire or arson, he was taken in and raised by hunters . after leaving their safety net and moving into a small cabin built by the lake not far from cindy’s shop, he stays there fending off wild monsters and animals. living as best he can in isolation.

sw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a bounty hunter. his mother was a bounty hunter as well but died while attempting a job. his father, worked for the first order / rebellion (you pick) but was caught in an explosion not long after , leaving sammy behind to join the first order / rebellion as a researcher and design specialist. dean refused to be entrapped by a label and left searching for meaning and his place in everything.

loz/botw. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hylian hunter on a mission. he’s heard rumors of a great hero and wants to learn the ways of the champion. his brother sam, inspired by the princess, travels with him and they document all they can find. together they hope to unlock the mystery to their mother’s disappearance. there father blames a dark spirit and talks about it constantly, convincing those in the villages he is mad. their mother traded her soul with the dark statue in hateno in order to pay a debt owed by her family. john, and his boys do not know of the statue and believe her to be dead or that she has abandoned them.

teen wolf. crossover universe. dean winchester is a hunters son and comes to beacon hills in order to aid chris argent in his hunting of werewolves. along the way he befriends allison argent and becomes intertwined with the complex story of the pack. he will not know of the pack in the high school unless you tell him . his loyalty will always be to allison over anyone else .

xi. ‹ dark!dean. ›

canon divergent. dean’s been fucked up since he can remember. if it’s nasty, he wants it. if it’s wrong, it feels right. he’s tired of babysitting and he’s tired of taking orders. veering off on his own more often than not, he’s got a secret. he likes blood on his hands, black blood, red blood, he’s not picky. he just wants the raw freshness of a kill on his hands. his weapon of choice is whatever is available but his knife is always on him. warm blood helps wash away the bad memories. and sometimes, it helps him forget the fire.

in this verse , the fire happens and all events still occur. however, dean is not the same as canon dean . instead he took the smarting abuse of his father one last time, citing to himself that the constant verbal and emotional abuse was enough to justify the bullet to the back of his head. he left him there. dressed it up real nice, like a present, even faked the scent of sulfur. ‘demons’ were real, so his dad said. dean figures his demons must be pretty real too, but now they’re dead, buried 6 ft under.

he gets off on dominance / power / and killing . he is not concerned with sammy staying alive unless it helps him in some way. after his father dies he gets a lot worse . sam (most times) turns into a conscious of sorts that he uses to guide his actions (wwsd? -what would sammy do) . he only does this if he needs to keep a low cover. when castiel comes along , dean finds him a pain in the ass but grows to enjoy him. over time he wants more and more to own the angel and to influence him to become more like him. deadly.

xi. ‹ anything but business‚ sheresists. ›

private verse with @sheresists .

[phantomphangphucker]

Something Clearly Went Wrong In The Build-A-Ghost Workshop - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @imdeadtiredtm Prompt: Danny discovers that Ghosts find his mostly human-like appearance (even in ghost form) is, to them, extremely disturbing. Summary: Why are all your body parts like that Phantom? What cruel god designed you?

Warning: Mild cannon typical body horror, mentions of injuries, mentions of broken bones

Danny Phantom is just chilling in a tree watching the night stars, as a long black haired ghost pops her head up beside him. “Where the? Uh, do you mean harm lady?”, Danny’s a little startled that she showed up before his ghost sense went off, but decides not to start shit.

“Naw, I’m chill, just wanted to invite you to scare a bunch of young ghosts”, she props her head and arms up on a branch close to his face.

“I’m not in the business of scaring and nothing about me is scary anyway? I’m, like, the most inoffensive ghost out there”, for emphasis Danny runs his hand up and down his small friendly form.

She shakes her head at him but snickers, “you’re thinking like a human. Nothing about you isn’t horrifying, except the eyes and glow. Hair’s ok too I guess, kinda fucking hard for hair to be scary”.  

“Um, what? That doesn’t even make sense?”, Danny sits up properly while the other ghost gets herself settled on another branch; looking plenty amused.

“DP, just last week there was gossip around saying that Skulker managed to snag your glove, and while fighting him you scratched him. But you don’t have claws, so the scratch marks were all blunt and shit. Even heard your freaking nails bent off the nail bed, that is straight up disturbing”, she shivers a bit as if to prove a point. Before wiggling her very sharp and long claws at Danny, “we’re supposed to have claws not freaking nails, and they’re not supposed to bend off”, she’s laughing a little now, even if it’s a bit off.

Danny rubs his neck a bit bashfully, “hey now, even I though the nails coming off thing was fucked, any human would too. I don’t go around yanking off my nails though and I’m definitely not doing that just to scare some ghostly kids”. Tilting his head curiously as he continues, “though I don’t see how blunt nails is scarier than sharp claws. Claws cut and slice, that’s far more terrifying”.

The girl shakes her head, “nope, that’s useful, not terrifying. Nails are completely useless and only serve to hurt yourself, ripping them off in fights and shit. Plus, I’d rather be slashed by a sharp knife than a dull one. Claws are a sharp knife, nails are a blunt knife”, she makes stabbing motions at her arm which just makes Danny slightly unsettled.

“Well yeah, nails, in general, don’t serve much purpose, not everything has to have a purpose. But I can at least see your point there”, Danny nods a little while inspecting the tips of his gloves. “But it’s not like they’re even visible, usually. Literally the only visible things you implied were scary is my jumpsuit and skin, how the hell is my freaking skin scary?”.

She smacks her cheeks in reference to the fact that the only skin on Danny that’s even visible is on his face, “well, ignoring that you actually have skin under the suit, which is just plain wrong. Your skin colour is bland, it blends into everything. Like some creepy ass chameleon, ghosts are supposed to be flashy things. Our greens and blues are safe colours, you’re like a tan/yellow caution light”. Fiddling with the end of her ghostly tail, which is wrapped loosely around the branch, “then there’s the whole your ghost skin is darker than your human skin, like you’ve been fucking fried or burnt. One of the running rumours is that those rings of yours literally burn your skin when you transform”.

Danny stares at her incredulously, “what? Hell no that would be awful! My skin’s probably darker because I was electrocuted to my half death. Peach is a warm colour, safe. Blue is pretty sickly looking, so not sure how that’s supposed to be better. And so what none of you have skin under your clothing? If you ask me that’s fucking weird”.

“Ghosts aren’t supposed to be warm, we’re cold things. Looking warm when you’re not is so deceptive and that’s kind of creepy. Blue is cold”, she then makes a point of yanking off her collar showing nothing but floating semi-solid ectoplasm. “Our clothing is our skin. Zone knows what your “clothing” even is!”.

“Pretty sure it’s just ectoplasm taking a specific and solid form based off what I half died in”, Danny proves his point by yanking off a glove, letting it dissolve into ectoplasm and slowly dissipate away. Promptly forming a set of mini rings to reform it.

She watches the glove as it dissolves and disappears, “so it’s skin then, you have two sets of skin. That is fucking freaky”.

Danny blinks a couple times before staring down at his hand, muttering, “I never even thought of it that way before, huh”.

She nods curtly before bending her body and head down to look him in the face, “that’s not too mention the fact that your suit looks like a ghost hunters suit. Hell, the others who wear the same sort of thing actively try to actually destroy all of us. The flaming DP is cool though, the rest, not so much”.

“Ok yeah, I’ll give you that for sure, especially since that is literally what it is. Originally, it had my dad’s face on it too; so glad that got torn off before I half died”, Danny physically shudders at the thought of having to fly around with that thing stuck to his chest for the rest of his half-life and possible death.

She grimaces in suit, “that’s both creepy and gross”. Danny can’t help but nod and pat his DP symbol affectionately.

“Speaking of shit you shouldn’t have”, she holds up and wiggles her arm about like it’s a ghostly tail, “bones. You still have damn bones. At least half the zone has horror stories of seeing your bones jutting out of your skin or suit. Like what the fuck? Literally everyone comments about how it’s utterly sickening to hear the cracking sounds your body makes”. Shaking her head and shivering, “and like, what’s even the fucking point of them? To hurt you? Is your body just horrendously masochistic? Ghosts don’t need them to be stable so what?”.

Danny doesn’t really have an answer as to why himself, “can’t say I know why but unlike you guys, I can remain stable indefinitely outside of the GZ. So consider that a use. And I can’t say anyone enjoys broken bones but humans have them, I’d be fucking disturbed if my bones suddenly disappeared whenever I’m a ghost”.

She taps her chin a bit, “well at least that sort of makes sense. Still creepy though”.

Snapping her fingers at him before pointing at her ghostly tail, “what about your leg bones or whatever? You have a ghostly tail, I know that for sure”.

Danny blinks at her a bit because yeah he had no bones and shit in his tail, “and there’s something else I never really think about. But yeah, no bones in my tail and thinking of it I can pretty much negate my bones”. To prove his point, he wiggles his arms like a ghostly tail and spins his head around, which earns some laughs from her.

“Now see that’s some proper ghost shit, that means your bones are just a straight up enigma then”

Returning to normal Danny shrugs, “my very existence is supposedly against the very laws of the universe and nature so”. He can’t help but bring his attention to his impossible, but still there, pulse; showing a small toothy smile.

She points at his mouth, “yeah see, that’s creepy too”.

“Uh what? My damn teeth? If I had extra teeth then I’d get that, but they’re pretty damn normal and average”, Danny runs his tongue across his teeth, never having actually paid any attention to them before and now officially wondering if they were weird.

She opens her mouth wide at him, showing off her rows of sharp pointy teeth and four large sets of fangs, snapping her mouth shut with a loud clack sound before speaking, “teeth are for biting, so again with the sharp knife verse dull knife thing. You couldn’t even make a clean bite through someone’s arm if you tried, you’d have to like, naw it off”, both of them shudder but she’s shuddering at the feeling of blunt teeth slowly grinding away on her arm until it severed. While he’s shuddering at the idea of biting a part of someone’s body off at all.

“Who the hell goes around biting people?! Teeth are for biting food, and maybe catching shit when my arms are full, not for biting people!”, Danny stares at her judgingly while she laughs at him.

“Ghost do, that’s who. Like I said, you think so very human. Plus, not having fangs is like not having fingers on your hands. It’s not horrifying, just very off”

Danny rolls his eyes, “I mean I could see how fangs might be useful but they’re predatory, predatory usually implies scary or threatening”.

“Ghosts are predators, so be more of a damn predator then. It’s like you’re a lamb behaving like a wolf. Your form screams prey but you’re a predator. Combine that with your power and it’s even worse. You’re a straight up super predator”.

Danny rubs his neck bashfully, knowing full well he’s easily one of the strongest ghosts out there, “while I won’t deny my power, I think I look more approachable by looking less like a super overpowered being”.

Switching out her tail for legs and crossing them, “That’s only to humans! Which really shouldn’t be comforting to them either, since that makes you quite literally a wolf in sheep's clothing; in a heard of sheep. Your form doesn’t reflect your power at all, strength is supposed to be palpable. Seeing a strong form is comforting and far less embarrassing to lose against, but you just look like a failed predator. The sight of a lamb maiming a wolf is just fucked up and all kinds of disturbing”.

“You keep saying predator but I wouldn’t call myself a predator at all. I’m not running around devour things or some shit”.

“Oh so you don’t prowl the night looking for trouble, getting into fights and protecting your territory? Could have fooled me”, her words are thickly laced with sarcasm while Danny looks rather embarrassed. Smirking at the green glow coming to his cheeks, “that’s what I thought, Mr. Predator”.

Danny makes a pouty face at her while she rolls her eyes, “so party? Literally, you could just show up and throw your gloves at them. Bare your teeth or smile or whatever. And congrats! A bunch of disturbed, slightly terrified little ghost brats. Who maybe learn a little life lesson about not underestimating people for their looks or some shit”.

Danny groans but decides why the hell not, they’ll all met him eventually at some point. Might as well play around a bit, pointing at her aggressively but playfully, “fine, I am so not breaking a bone or tearing off my nails though”.

End.

[chococustard]

Hi.. just out of curiosity, do you have favorite fanfic or fic rec for bnha?

first time putting this together my chrome closed and killed all of it=‘D

they’re mostly one shots since on going ones, cause of my shitty memory i can’t remember most of them otl

they’re under the cut and separated into categories//shot sorry i can’t word well;;; enjoy//shot

—- GENERAL (mostly)/ OTHERS —–

you’re a good man midoriya hizashi - deku’s dad is a lawyer and a nerd

no happy endings, just beginnings - eri getting used to civilian live and it’s the cutest fucking thing

nya means i love you in cat - IICHAKO DATE IICHAKO DATE IICHAKO DATE

sleepless - todo sleeps everywhere. that’s it

see me and you’ll know you’re sleeping - baku and todo talks at 3 am

iida tenya is best mom - that’s also it

send endeavor to the shadow realm - a whole series of roasting flaming cheeto man. also deku’s a fucking savage god bless

perfect timing  -  present mic and aizawa visits tensei at the hospital ft fuyusei. part of the author’s 12 days of christmas set, all of it is cute

a riddle to guess if you can - all might has a few words for the new number one hero

heroes’ day off - domestic shit ft tododeku, kiribaku, momojirou and tsuocha

bakugou is human - ft kiribaku

fallen heroes - villain!class 1A and others

looking glass - kidnapped and forced to join the villains as a child, deku got caught by the heroes during the usj attack, and joins their side instead

little, and broken, but still good - momo protection squad

pressure points - todoroki shoto finally became a child at 15

—- TODODEKU —-

lazy day - soft

(all I knew this morning when I woke is) green eyes and freckles and your smile - sleepy. kisses.

count your blessings, not your flaws - deku’s used to getting asked out by people as a joke. the one time it’s not, he laughed

sickeningly sweet - omegaverse au where todo is possesive and deku’s a little shit and i love him?? also  like, no relation, here ojiro’s the dominant alpha of the class and he’s just. so done. i love it

heroes, love and soulmates - what you write on your skin appear on your soulmate’s, also. soft. so soft.

conventional taste - deku won an essay contest and took todo to hero con. as cute as the tododeku stuff was i also like it just as a general fic, like, the con stuff in there i just can’t help but “i feel u”//shot and the uh, the other parts also hits to the heart

cold hands, warm heart - todo likes deku’s hands

reunion - apparently middle school reunions are a thing ft baku being not shit

sweater weather - this. just. this whole thing. i have diabetes from this

get me waken up, shaken up, tangled up - omegaverse au where todo and deku just date and it’s cute

bonded - omegaverse au drame™ also like the only omegaverse fic with all my ship as far as i know thank u op

your biggest fan - ….they buy each other’s merch- im dying, deceased

the five times shouto found his hand in izuku’s hair and the one time it happened in front of bakugou - deku’s hair floof appreciation fic

I’m yours if you’ll have me - omegaverse au where deku tries to get todo to just get a fucking clue ft bakushima 

i’ve tried every hobby, and you’re all that’s left - everyone got todo to try and find a hobby

all your little things - deku wants todo to love himself

Marry The Mole - flaming cheeto man tried to bribe his son’s bf to break up with him

petal steps - hades/persephone au

—- KIRIBAKU —- 

a whole series where kiri and baku are THAT couple

a many splendored things - anniversary fluff

anniversary - ^another one

little words - soulmate au where you’re born with the first words your soulmate directs at you

free at last - omegaverse au where kiri’s parents are assholes

angel’s kiss - FRECKLE. KISSES.

beating in time - vampire!au where some hunter thought baku’s a vampire, while it’s actually kiri, tho baku doesn’t know that either

teach me how to surf and other stuff - surfer au whee as a pro baku pretends to suck so he can get close to the cute surfing teacher

flowers speak louder than words - baku has hanahaki

crystal tears - kiri cries crystals, and he and baku learns how to do relationship

all the make up that MAC can make - kiri tries make up

nothing ever goes wrong at the mall - baku and kiri meets baku’s old middle school classmates

13 things best bros do together (+1 thing they don’t) - oblivious idiot

Next to You - sOFT

Pining and Pinning - quirkless au where guitarist baku has it bad

A Consequence of Constant Explosions - deaf baku and supportive bf kiri

white walls - kiri’s injured, baku’s worried

hold my hand until I feel whole again - kiribaku ft post raid ptsd

tuesday i was through with hoping - ^another one

after the fact - ^^again, another one

sunshine flutters - ^^^^another fucking one but it’s from baku’s perspective

something like an earthquake - another post raid hospital fic

tender loving care - another one this time ft momo

hoodies - omegaverse where baku gets possessive 

a boy & his dragon - fantasy au where kiri and baku date

Soft - omegaverse au where kiri tells baku they’re gonna have a kid

—- BAKU AND DEKU FRIENDSHIP FOCUS —-

baby steps - bakugou’s journey to be a decent human being ft. eri kiri and momo

romantic displays of a barbarian - baku openly showing his love for his wonderful bf

make a spark, break the dark - fantasy!baku went to the canon verse

there’s a space here shaped like you - ^another one

to win back your heart which was mine - ^another one but fantasy!kiri is fucking dead

bakugou’s (wikihow) guide to making friends - baku attempts to amend his friendship with deku ft kiribaku

will I ever be more than I’ve always been?  - baku trying to apologize for his shitty past. part of a series of future fic, they’re also great

—- ANGST CAUSE FUCK FEELINGS —-

white lily - midoriya izuku hates himself

scorpions and chains - hit by a quirk deku’s put to sleep, everyone else ended up seeing the past he never says

out of reach - @garbageisland-0​ ‘s nomu!deku au. it hurts 

for the future - during the sludge villain attack, baku watches deku dies right in front of his eyes, and he mourns

the stars welcome them home - on weekends students go home for the weekend, except satou, hagakure, baku, and todo

the sadness behind their eyes - as a teacher fuyumi wants none of her students to end up like her brother

this sick, strange darkness (comes creeping on, so haunting every time) - todoroki shouto is dead

so big / so small - sads but it’s todo, bday angst

Escape - the sads now ft kiri

the song of a broken past - kiri copes with his feelings with the violin, quirkless au

hit me up if you want the dirty//shot

[lostchoice-blog]

Pokemon Verse

its here fellas

Trainer Notes !

His homeland is the Johto region and he grew up in Ecruteak City, however growing up he would occasionally leave the city and go visit Olivine City because it’s right there and he was always curious about where the routes led to. He’s all too familiar with the burned tower and its story and its one of his favorite parts about the city, the top of the tower is where he usually chills at

Gym battles aren’t his main priority, which is why badges kinda stops at Morty’s gym. He’s more interested in traveling and seeing the sights, however does the gym battles when he feels like it for the experience and to have fun with the challenges

He calls himself a traveler but truth is he’s pretty laidback, not showing too much interest in leaving the region or having a ‘proper’ journey. He stays at his home or leaves the city from time to time to check out other places in Johto but never really too far unless he has a reason to / he has someone to go with

His treehouse is hidden in the trees near Bellchime Trail, he and his father built it there with his father’s promise that it’ll be close enough to Ho-Oh so it can protect Larry. It remains his safe place and hides there away from others when he needs to be alone

Despite his love for Ho-oh he’s a lot more interested in Lugia and wants to one day meet the guardian of the seas due to the fact Lugia is more of a mystery to him than Ho-Oh is, sorry dad

Once he was old enough / okay enough to travel that far he’ll occasionally go to the daycare to help out and care for the Pokemon that are in there, not minding the distance because hanging out with the tiny creatures makes it worth it

On top of that he knows how to bake, especially Pokemon treats and he’s more than willing to share

His method of catching Pokemon more involves letting the ‘mon do what it wants, he doesn’t throw anything at it right away, but prefers to get close to it and befriend it. If he thinks it wants to join him he’ll set a Pokeball down and let it decide. So more often than not he’ll have a few critters following him around that aren’t officially caught yet. Despite this he calls his team more of a family and he treats them as his friends above anything else, since battling others isn’t on top of the list of things he wants to do all the time

He loves his Pokemon dearly; often pampering them by playing with them, feeding them treats, and essentially giving them whatever they wanted. They’re family to them, and hopes that he can protect them the best he can just like they would to him. Despite they’re outside sweet demeanor though he won’t shy away from training them and teaching them ways to defend themselves if the situation were to arise

He’s not scared of Team Rocket, he calls them cowards if anything, he’ll fight them if he has to especially if its involving protecting someone or something from them

He’s team Valor because its the best team I dont take criticism

Mon Notes !

Cinnamon / lvl 30 / m

Agility ● Slam ● Shadow Ball ● Surf

He’s considered to be Larry’s first Pokemon. The two met back when Cinnamon was just a Sentret, and it was like love at first sight. They both immediately clicked and Larry would spend countless hours playing with and talking to the little guy. To this day Cinnamon is considered his best friend and remains by his side through thick and thin.

He’s considered Larry’s partner pokemon, he’s never inside a Pokeball and can always been seeing riding Larry’s shoulders or walking beside him. That’s mostly because he never actually caught him, Cinnamon has just always stayed with him so there wasn’t never any need to officially catch him. Because he doesn’t have an assigned Pokeball he sports a musical note necklace in a similar way as a collar, so Larry can easily pick out who he was and because it was just a nice gift to give to his friend

Cinnamon has a wild personality. Constantly having energy and sneaking away to hide in nooks and crannies and not hesitating to taking anything he can gets his hands on. He’s extremely attached to his trainer and would often push away others with his itty bitty strength if they get too close to him. He enjoys being the center of attention and loves to be given pets and cuddles and treats, it won’t be rare for him to deliver a loud ‘chirp’ to get eyes to focus on him or for him to nudge someone’s hand to get them to give him a scratch. The friendly yet protective leader of the pack, he’ll also be vocal about when things don’t feel right, and it’d be one of the rare times he’d growl if he finds someone or something suspicious

Marigold / lv 31 / m

Smokescreen ● Flame Wheel ● Quick Attack ● Leer

This a one that Larry actually went all the way to the professor for. After Cinnamon started to be less of the ‘wild’ slot and more into one that he took care of and was part of the team that a part of him felt bad that Cinnamon didn’t have someone else to spend time with. Especially another Pokemon to call a friend. So with the goal to give him a playmate, Larry went all the way to the lab to pick up one of the starters that was advertised to be someone’s actual first Pokemon. A pokedex was offered as well, but he just wanted a new ‘mon. Out of all three starters the Cyndaquil was what caught his eye first, and that was that

Cinnamon and Marigold are like brothers, and Cinnamon is the only other member that Marigold is fine with being around with. Marigold is a lot more on guard, and has issues with ‘attack first ask questions later’. However he has his sweet side, and is a cuddler when he genuinely warms up to someone and trusts them. He has a tendency to escape from his Pokeball to show his face and say hello, more often than not he does this because he wants to hang out with Larry and Cinnamon and see the surroundings, so he doesn’t get called back unless he wants to cause trouble.

Hoot / lv 30 / f

Confusion ● Hypnosis ● Psychic ● Aerial Ace

She was once Larry’s stalker, as he liked to put it, because at some point she suddenly showed up in the city and would constantly follow his every mood. Of course it would never phase him, if anything he would just drop food on the ground just in case she was hungry and to show that he didn’t want to harm her. 6 times out of 10 she would swoop down to take the free food and then go back to doing what she was doing. This was a routine that Larry got stuck in the middle in for many nights, until she dropped to the ground suffering from an injured wing. Immediately he wanted to help her, but she continued to back off and keep her distance. Despite the hesitation seeing Cinnamon and Marigold be so close to him brought her comfort and she allowed them all to get close. Soon enough Larry had a wild owl in his house.

Once she was fully healed Larry took her to the usual spot where she watched him from and waited for her to head back into the wild. However, she stayed put, and instead stared at him. Her message was clear, she wasn’t going anywhere, yet when a ball was offered she instead knocked it away. She liked him, but she wasn’t going to join him that easily and wanted to show her recovery and see his skill in a fight.

Of course Marigold was more than willing to do it, she was strong but he got the upper hand. Her final move was to knock into Larry himself to unlock a Pokeball. The Noctowl was his.

She continues to be quiet and keep to herself, constantly glaring at others simply because she isn’t a people person. Unless that person was Larry, who is the only person where she would perch on top of the head of with no hesitation. Once or twice she’ll show affection in her own ways, which is usually a headbutt or her sharing pieces of her own food. Due to him saving her life she has vowed to help Larry in every which way she can while also devoting her life to protect the reset of the team. She’s the mother of the group so to speak, the quiet terrifying mother who constantly tries to keep everyone else out of trouble. She’s a battler at heart, and won’t back down from a fight.

Midnight / lv 30 / m

Screech ● Toxic ● Psychic ● Shadow Ball

Eevees aren’t always the most common ‘mon, so to find one just wandering around felt like it was just too easy to get. Turns out the Eevee was abandoned, tossed aside into the woods after its trainer deemed it too weak and not worth making the effort to take care of. Because of this, it would constantly run off at the sight of any human being and would much prefer to keep to itself. It didn’t take long for Larry to understand his pattern, so he would instead leave food out for it close to his hiding spots and then leave.Usually, he wouldn’t take the food, but one day when he came back to check on it the food bowl was empty, and an Eevee slowly approached him out of the bushes.

It took a few more weeks to fully gain the Eevee’s trust, but once he did he saw that he was a playful creature and enjoyed chasing anything that moved to try and play hunter. Larry was the only person the Eevee was perfectly comfortable with being around, however he never followed him home and still liked to hide in the bushes. During a visit, the Eevee was given a Soothe Bell as another peace offering, which the Eevee happily accepted.

Soon after the Eevee evolved right in front of him, it was late at night when this happened, earning the name Midnight. Midnight pawed at him, knowing that there was an empty slot on the team that was reserved for him and he was finally ready to take it.

Midnight continues to be playful, his favorite toy being a laser pointer that he can chase around and never get tired. Another favorite toy item is the Soothe Bell that’s ties around his neck, he often paws at it to hear its jingles whenever he’s bored and never lets the item out of his sight, viewing the bell as some sort of special safety blanket. He continues to be extremely wary of other humans, constantly sticking close to Larry whenever someone approaches and instinctively growls at them to let them know to not mess with either of them. He’s grown a level of confidence that he didn’t have when he was an Eevee, enjoying battles that he participates in and likes to stand up tall to protect his family. He’s a loyal and observant Pokemon, and wants to prove himself strong.

Chomp / lv 3 / f

Tackle ● Sand Attack

The Gible was actually a gift egg, the owners having offered the mysterious egg to Larry knowing that he would care for it to the best of his ability. Apparently the old owner was a trainer from the Sinnoh region, but had returned to SInnoh without picking the egg back up, leaving it behind. After days of them never returning the egg became Larry’s, and he panicked. He had never taken care of an egg before but he trusted himself to know he wasn’t just going to break it on purpose. The other members were happy to have a baby in the party, and Marigold served as the egg’s main source of heat because he constantly curled up next to it.

It took a hassle, but the egg finally hatched into a baby Gible. She bit Larry immediately, but he knew it wasn’t out of malicious and more because she was a baby who got too excited. It won’t be the last of those bites, but Chomp was finally born.

Being the baby of the group, Chomp was the team member that everyone in the vicinity vowed to die for. Because she’s just a baby in needing to experience the outside world, she’s rarely inside her pokeball, almost as often as Cinnamon is. He’s constantly carrying her around and doesn’t let her out of her sight, she only gets called back whenever he can’t carry her around anymore for the day or he’s going to go somewhere where its not safe for her to be out. She’s a curious and playful baby Pokemon who bites and chases anything that moves. It’s her own way of having fun, seeing as how cheerful she really is. She tries to act tough though, and would jump out of Larry’s arms in occasion to join in on the fight. That’s another instance where she would get called back into the ball.

Pepper / lv 40 / f

Icy Wind ● Slash ● Agility ● Shadow Ball

Larry would never in his life sneak his way out and attempt to go to Mt. Silver itself. Then he actually did.

It was a dare, and one that of course he was not going to back down from despite it being a near impossible challenge. He traveled far, but ended up being unable to go up the mountain anyways since it was a closed location only the best of the best can enter. Viewing his current location as being close enough and calling the dare a win, he turned around and headed for the long journey home, unaware that someone else decided to follow him.

Cinnamon immediately picked up that they were being followed and showed hostility at whatever it was that tried to get too close. In that moment a Sneasel finally popped out. Her mischevious nature was clear, and it attempted to steal from the pair, but was immediately stopped by Cinnamon. She retreated back, but she was obviously not going anywhere. Not seeing the Sneasel as a pure threat, he tossed some food down and continued walking.

She popped out again when he was close to home, but this time gives a warning swipe, wanting a fight. They both gave her what he wanted, with Cinnamon being the one who battles her because by that point he was sick and tired of her and didn’t appreciate her following them around. They both gave a good fight, enough for the both of them to suffer from cuts and bruises. The Sneasel was too stubborn to give up and it was only until it collapsed from fatigue that Cinnamon was declared the winner. Once he was rewarded with a berry to get his strength back up, Larry turned his attention to the exhausted Sneasel and treated her with potions and berries too. It felt a little better afterwards, and showed her appreciation for his kindness and the fight by clinging to his leg until the Pokeball was offered.

Pepper is stubborn and quick to fight, often wanting to be the first in line to prove her strength in a battle. She’s constantly finding ways to get into trouble, whether it be challenging random wild Pokemon or stealing from strangers. This is simply her way of having fun and doesn’t seem the harm in doing what she wants to do. Even if she wants to be the problem child, her loyalty to Larry and the team is easy to see, and won’t go against orders when she sees the situation is serious and she’s needed. Pepper also has a soft side of her own, many of the objects she steals are often so she can give them to other rather than keeping them for no good reason.

[cupidsbower]

It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation

Supernatural 13x11 “Breakdown,” and 13x12 “Various and Sundry Villains.”

I can tell I’m up to eps that are after the mid-season finale now, because the Destiel game is picking up.

Breakdown

This is another ep setting up the Wayward Sisters ‘verse, focusing on Donna, Doug, and the widening circle of crimes that mix the human and supernatural.

The Butterfly Killer seems at first to be a human serial killer in a human crime case, until we get the big reveal of the human Butterfly Killer actually servicing supernatural clients, using the all too human medium of the internet. This is the beginning of an overt theme that questions where supernatural hunts end and human cases begin, which goes on to be explored in later eps. The show has been fairly careful to tread the line on this until now, but like so many aspects this season it, this case explores dualities and messes up all the lines between them. We see this same theme with Jack being both human and angel, Mordor and ParadiseEarth, the two Kaias and so on.

The Butterfly Killer’s music also plays with this as there are three love songs linked to torture and suspense. We get Look In My Eyes by The Chantels with the first torture scene, Too Good to Be True by Lon Rogers & The Soul Benders when Wendy cries for help, and Big Flame (Is Gonna Break Me Heart In Two) by Doris Wilson as the false lead of the radio in an empty room.

Are these upbeat happy moments, as the killer and clients think, or are they horrifying, as the victim and real audience think? Perspective, baby, it’s all about perspective, and also that pesky morality.

We get another installment of false/corrupt fathers this ep too -- Agent Clegg is not Dean’s father, despite calling him “son.” He’s not even that much older than Dean, so this is clearly a power play, with Clegg using it to claim a more senior role in the patriarchy.

AGENT CLEGG: Excuse me! Hey! What are you doing? DEAN: Oh, I um… AGENT CLEGG: I asked you a question, son. DEAN: First off, I’m not your son. Second- DOUG: Whoa, whoa, easy. Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI. (x)

As always, John is still present in the text, when Dean follows his advice rather than Clegg’s. The use of John’s old-school VB radio works, where Clegg’s misdirection does not. This is interesting, as Dean has mostly been criticised via these kinds of parallels in recent seasons, but this time, John comes off well. He taught Dean and Sam some valuable skills, right alongside the toxic masculinity and other issues he brought to their family.

But just in case we’re being lulled into thinking toxic masculinty maybe isn’t that bad after all, we get the sexist truckers chiming that they’ll make Alice “family”. Ugh.

More interestingly, Sam and Donna are both depressed about the missing family members at the start of the ep, a niece in one case, and because of the obvious paralell, this ep pretty much confirms for me that Sam’s role towards Jack is more uncle (or perhaps older brother) than father.

SAM: You see? Told you. This is stupid. DEAN: It’ll work. Dad used it all the time. SAM: This isn’t even our kind of case. And you know, with the real Feds here, we should back down. DEAN: You’re joking, right? SAM: We’re still fugitives. DEAN: They think we’re dead. SAM: Do you really wanna get on the FBI’s radar again? DEAN: Okay, so what do you wanna do? Hmm? You wanna call up Donna and say “Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinds of things happen. Later.” And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more? SAM: I’m not moping. DEAN: You got up at 10:00 am this morning. 10:00 am. You, Mr. Rise and Freakin’ Shine. And then you turned down pancakes. SAM: I wasn’t hungry. DEAN: They’re pancakes. Look, I know you’re in a dark place right now, okay? I mean, we lost Jack. Mom is… I think about ‘em too. All the time. But you can’t let it eat you up. Now look, when I was-when I was broken up, you were there for me. Well, I’m here for you now. And I’m telling you, the only way out of this is through. Now when everything goes to hell, what do we do? We put our heads down and we do the work. We’ll find Jack. We’ll save Mom, we will. But right now, Donna needs our help. Okay?

DEAN: I mean, we save people, Sam. SAM: Yeah, we also get people killed, Dean. Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she died for it. DEAN: Hey, look, I know you’re in some sort of a- SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t - don’t… You keep saying I’m in a dark place, but I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend we could have Mom back and Cas and - and help Jack. But we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody. It ends bad.

Isn’t it interesting the way that Dean and Sam are emotionally flip-flopping? Dean was depressed when Castiel was gone. Sam is depressed without Mary or Jack. That toxic co-dependency is shattered all the way through now, with only inertia keeping it in place. They go through the motions of this speech, which is becoming more threadbare with each iteration. When are they allowed to just stop, feel their feelings, and grieve? When are they allowed to be Hunters and people? When do they get to let the negative aspects of John’s legacy go, and just keep the good bits?

The text actually talks about this via metaphor. Sam’s heart goes for $500,000, turning it into a commodity. No room for feelings there, right? It’s just a lump of meat, not the seat of emotions. But the text makes it pretty clear that this is a horific way to value people -- for the value of their physical labour alone, with no place for the qualities that make them human.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: Add a zero. Actually, add two. See, those freaks that you and your brother chase, those are just the ones that can’t pass. Either because they’re too mean or they’re too stupid, or both. But most monsters… hell, they could be your next-door neighbor. They work a regular job, mow the lawns on a Saturday. And they need to eat, which is where I come in. SAM: So you sell them people. CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: I sell them people other people won’t miss. And because I do that, I save lives. If my customers didn’t have me… then all those hungry, hungry hippos would be out there huntin’ and killin’. And you couldn’t stop ‘em. No one could. You should be thanking me. SAM: Huh. Yeah. Alright. Go to Hell. CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: I’ll see you there. Now I know you’ve been stalling because you think Dean’s gonna show up, but… Sorry, kid. It’s showtime. Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you something truly special. A new auction. Introducing… Mr. Sam Winchester!

We also get the latest iteration of “people have heard of the Winchesters” here, but yet again they aren’t taken seriously enough. I wonder where that’s going? I’m starting to think the season will end with the invasion from Mordor, because the show is doing a lot of set up to expand the awareness of monsters and Hunting. Obviously this is at least in part due to Wayward Sisters, but it seems to be foreshadowing the Apocalypse redux as well. Is the supernatural going to go public? Will the FBI get involved? The show has been reminding us of the fact Dean and Sam faked their deaths to get away from the FBI. I hope we do get more on this. I think it would be interesting to see the FBI actually figuring out what the Winchesters are, after all this lead up of everyone else getting it so wrong.

Finally, Donna shines in this ep. Her great interrogation is fantastically done, and she kicks ass in the field. I really can’t wait to see what she brings to Wayward Sisters.

Doug is such a sweetheart, and now he knows about the supernatural, in the most horrific way possible. I really, really hope we get a bunch more of him working through his issues in WS.

DONNA: Doug. I’m sorry I lied to you… but I can’t give this up. DOUG: I know. Donna, you kill monsters. You’re a damn hero. But that’s… it’s not me. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. DONNA: Doug, wait! SAM: Let him go. Donna, when you choose this life, anyone who gets too close, eventually they get hurt. Or worse. So let him go. He’ll be safer that way.

That endless refrain from Sam, but you know, that is no way to live.

Various and Sundry Villains

Wowser, what a Destiel-heavy episode! Yockey really knows how to work it.

I want to start by talking about the books that Sam and Dean are consulting. Because I’m a giant nerd. I always find the book titles in Supernatural interesting, and these are particuarly so, because as far as I can tell they are mostly made up.

“Principia Phantasmagoria” doesn’t seem to be a real book, but rather a mash-up of several other very well known books.

The most likely progenitor is the Principia Discordia - or - How I Found Goddess And What I Did To Her When I Found Her. The introduction to this tome claims, “If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe. Most disorganized of all religions, Discordianism alone understands that organization is the work of the Devil. Holy Chaos is the Natural Condition of Reality, contrary to popular belief” (x).

I really hope this is the text Yockey is slyly referring to, but he could just be putting together words that create a strong impression of what the book would be about.

Principia is Latin for a fundamental principle, and two foundational texts use it in their titles. Descarte wrote a Principia, which was one of the inspirations for Newton’s 1687, Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica, which explains, “the principles of time, force, and motion that have guided the development of modern physical science” (x).

Phantasmagoria is a display of dream-like images or seances, “a form of horror theatre” (x).

Put them together, and the Principia Phatasmagoria would be the seminal text on dream-walking. I wonder who wrote it in the Supernatural ‘verse?

"Archive of Unnatural Occurrences" also doesn’t exist, but in Googling that title, I found a) a Supernatural fanfiction about two sisters; and b) a this absolutely fascinating treatise on Archives: “Archive Fever: A Freudian Impression” by Derrida and Prenowitz (which pretty much tells you all you need to know, right there). They argue that creating an archive is like the Word of God, because it’s both a Commencement and a Commandment -- it doesn’t just begin to categorise a collection of material or ideas, it also changes the way a society thinks about those materials or ideas because of the way they are categorised (x).

The Book of Day and Night is real - huzzah! It’s an Egyptian text designed to help the dead king find their way in the afterlife, and is usually part of the decoration tombs. Here’s a description: “Other funerary compositions include the “Book of Day” and the “Book of Night,” which depict Nut, the sky-goddess, spread out across the heavens, as well as the “Book of the Heavenly Cow,” in which Nut is transformed into a cow on whom Re ascends to the firmament. Astronomical figures decorate the ceilings of several burial chambers” (x).

So what I take from this is that a) there are going to be a lot of “Nut” jokes coming up, b) that a lot more people are going to come back from the dead this season, and c) if Sam and Dean create a map of the paths between worlds, an Archive of them if you will, they will have the power of Gods.

Heady stuff!

Of course we don’t start off on such a high note.

SAM: I’m just saying, Dean, Jack was our way over there, obviously, so with him gone… DEAN: Okay, well, Jack’s been gone before. We found him once. We can find him again. SAM: No, no, he didn’t run away. He is literally in an alternate reality. DEAN: Okay, so we’ll just come up with a plan B, okay? You said it yourself. We just keep our heads down and we’ll do the work. SAM: You said that. DEAN: And I was right. Yeah. So you read, do your Sam thing, I’m gonna go for a beer run. SAM: Yeah. DEAN: We should probably loop Cas in at some point. SAM: We’ll fill him in when he calls. He checks in every day. DEAN: Yeah, with a bunch of questions and no leads. [We see Castiel sitting in a dark prison cell in hell, illuminated by a single unseen overhead light] SAM: I’m sure he is doing the best he can. Just go get beer or… [waves Dean away] (x)

Dean wants to go on a beer run, and thinks immediately of Cas. A nice callback to his muffed love declaration at the end of the Amara arc. We also get another go around of the “we just do what we do” mantra that Dean keeps spouting this season. Sam seems to think it’s wearing a bit thin.

And then we cut to Lucifer and Cas, and get a dick joke about the size of Lucifer’s “power”. Hahaha. Yeah, I can see where this is going already.

Next up is the latest incarnation of the theme of “people have heard of the Winchesters” and in this case, have heard of the car too. We find out later it’s via Rowena who told Jamie and Jennie about them, and I would love to know what she actually said. Jamie and Jennie are awful cocky given the givens, so methinks Rowena downplayed how dangerous the Winchesters can be.

So Jamie and Jennie blithely hexbag Dean into love, so that he’ll steal the Grimoire for them. Luckily we’ve already had that impotence joke, so the foreshadowing says this will come to naught.

And then we get this...

SAM: Hey, uh… I think you might be right. I think maybe it’s time we go ahead and call Cas, because, I mean, if…if… [Dean continues to whistle while doing a little spin as he enters the library. He drops the 6-pack and his keys on the table] SAM: You all right? DEAN: Am I all right? I’m in love. SAM: You...Oh, are you? DEAN: I mean, I am, like, full-on twitterpated here. Seriously, I can’t wait for you to meet her, either. She - I mean, she’s… She’s sweet and she’s beautiful and she’s just kinda sorta perfect. Anyway, I’m thinking of asking her to move in with me here…if that’s cool ‘cause this is big time. [Dean opens a drawer and removes the Black Grimoire and unwraps it] DEAN: Ahh. SAM: Uh, Dean, w-what are you doing with the Black Grimoire? DEAN: It’s a gift. For Jamie. SAM: For…Jamie? DEAN: My soul mate. [winking]

All the mentions of Castiel that lead up to Dean’s announcement are wrapped around this scene like a... condom? Sorry, I can’t think of a better wrapping metaphor. There was the reminder of Dean’s muffed love confession on the last beer run, and then this mention of Cas by Sam which Dean ignores, and instead Dean announces he’s in love, and calls her his soul mate -- he might as well have added they have a profound bond. Like, if Dean and Cas were a het will-they-won’t-they pairing, it could not be any clearer that the only person Dean could legitimately be declaring as his Love here is Castiel. It’s not even subtext, it’s main text at this point, given the way Castiel has been used to frame this moment... but it’s main text that refuses to state it overtly so that homophobes can continue to live in comfortable in denial.

Okay, I have to rant a bit here and let off steam about this. I’m here for the Destiel. I love this love story. But come on. COME ON. It’s cowardly storytelling to write this kind of queering of the text -- to actually dangle plot threads off it, it’s that central -- and refuse to admit it. I know a lot of the Supernatural creatives now pretty much do say that’s what happening -- the whole “eye fucking” stuff in the scripts, for instance -- but it’s mostly framed as “jokes” that aren’t actually jokes, and I’m tired of this. Get it together, show. This is old.

ANYWAY, Dean is in lurrrrve, but OH NOES, it’s some random girl who has obviously hexed him. It’s not even a question in Sam’s mind or our minds. The wrong name came out of his mouth, and he’s too damn happy about it, so we all know Something Is Very Wrong With Dean.

Sam comes to the rescue of course, and we get the slapstick moment of Dean and Sam fighting each other as the witches get away, with Sam’s limbs all over the shop, and Dean making goofy faces. I love irony like this -- it’s not a happy moment in the plot, but it’s a funny moment thanks to the performances. As I mentioned in my last meta, this is why the Winchesters aren’t taken seriously when monsters gossip about them. Moments just like this.

Rowena!!!!!!

I love her so much. She can resurrect as many times as she likes and I’ll be happy.

Intriguing that they have her and Sam bonding over their fear of Lucifer. They’ve really done a fabulous job of making Rowena a complex and interesting villain. I think she’s pretty much my all-time fave out of the rogues gallery.

DEAN: Yeah, the Devil’s gone. ROWENA: Oh, don’t be stupid. He’s never gone! SAM: Okay, listen, I know what Lucifer is cap– ROWENA: Oh, can we not? It’s like reminiscing about an abusive relationship. Why do that? DEAN: Let’s get back to the book. What kind of hurt can these chicks do with it? ROWENA: Oh, I’m sure they have big plans. SAM: Sounds like you know ‘em. ROWENA: Just remember being a young, overly ambitious, wee witch. And I have to give them some credit. Outfoxed you, didn’t they? [chuckling to Dean] Tell me, did they get to fifth base? DEAN: There’s no such thing as fifth base. ROWENA: Oh, you poor, sheltered boy.

Fifth base, in case you were wondering is anal sex (x). There’s a few different ways to read Dean’s response to Rowena’s question. He could be dissembling because he’s deep deep deep in the closet, but to me he comes off as genuinely puzzled. Given that, my reading is that Dean has never had anal sex with another dude. Sure it’s possible he’s done so without having heard this phrase before, and even if he’s never done that particular act, it still leaves a lot of room for sexy things he could have done with dudes. However, the case I make is that Dean picks up slang like other people learn languages, and if he hasn’t heard this expression before, his exposure to gay culture has to be pretty limited. He might have tried a few things, but not so much that he’s learned the lingo. In short: he’s inexperienced at best, and quite possibly still hymenated in this respect.

That noise you hear? Is a thousand fan theories crumbling to dust. Fare ye well, amigos, it’s been a blast.

But! (Butt. hahaha)

On the plus side, we can now revisit the whole issue of Dean’s first time with a dude, and I have to thank canon for giving us that golden opportunity.

We get another dick joke when Sam tells us, “Dean has a tape of Led Zeppelin’s “Moby Dick” with an 8-minute drum solo.” You’ve probably noticed that I tend to look at the lyrics of songs used or mentioned on the show, but in this case it’s instrumental so my meta instincts are thwarted.

Except for the title of the track. Moby. Dick. The great white Dick that got away. Hahaha. Ironic, as it’s the ep that Castiel finally gets free. And now I will forever assume that Jimmy Novak was well endowed. ;)

There are only two more things I want to mention in this ep. The first is the fatherhood theme. It’s mainly present in the conversation between Castiel and Lucifer.

LUCIFER: There’s no “if” here in this equation, okay? Let me - let me just - let me just tell you something about my dick brother, about every version of my dick brother, okay? When he decides to do something, he does it. Doesn’t matter what the cost or who has to die. It’s gonna happen, ‘cause that’s just the way he rolls. CASTIEL: If you’re right, how much time do we have? LUCIFER: How much time? Oh. I guess that depends on how much time he spends torturing Mary Winchester. He liked her, right? Oh, Cas, you should have seen it. I mean, the things he did to her. In all my time in hell, I’ve never seen anything that horrible. Just…Oh! CASTIEL: Stop. I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. LUCIFER: Oh, this from the angel who almost has me beat in that department, and that’s saying a lot, pal. CASTIEL: Well, you always say a lot. LUCIFER: Okay, let’s face it, Cassandra, the truths I say hurts ‘cause the’re hard to swallow, so people call them lies. Go figure. CASTIEL: You want truth? How ‘bout I tell you a few truths about your son? LUCIFER: Did you just have an angel stroke? CASTIEL: Did you know that he loves movies? Fantasy movies, movies with heroes who crush villains. LUCIFER: [scoffs] Well, that’s - that’s - that’s nurture. That’s not nature. CASTIEL: And he’s thoughtful. He’s emotional. Remarkably intuitive. You - you know, he, uh, he resurrected me just out of instinct. Isn’t that a beautiful gesture? LUCIFER: [pacing angrily in his cell] Yeah, that’s, uh, that’s beautiful. CASTIEL: Jack would rather kill you than hug you. Seems relevant. Did you know he doesn’t - he doesn’t even really look like you? And he reminds me so much of his mother. LUCIFER: [whispers] Wow.

This particular mention of dicks doesn’t please me, given the subtext here that all the dicks are pointed at Dean. I don’t want Dean to become an angel condom for Michael. But I may be getting it at some point anyway. :(

That aside, I adore how effectively Cas needles Lucifer here. Cas really has learned from the best, and he’s such an asshole. It’s interesting, though, that Lucifer brings up nature vs nurture. I wonder which he considers the cause of his Fall?

Finally, the episode ends with Dean chiding Sam for being in a dark place -- role reversal from the start of the season when Sam was chiding Dean the same way.

DEAN: Look, what happened to Rowena was messed up, okay? But you just let the deadliest witch in the world walk away with a page from this book. SAM: Yeah, and if Rowena breaks bad, I will hunt her down myself and put a bullet in her. I will Dean. But if she’s right, and if she does see Lucifer again, then… I hope she makes him suffer. DEAN: You gotta get out of this dark place. You know, whatever’s going on in your head… SAM: Dean. DEAN: What? SAM: [inhales deeply] You know what? Honestly? DEAN: Yeah, how ‘bout honestly. SAM: I know what Rowena is dealing with. And she’s not the only one who… [inhales deeply] feels helpless. DEAN: What do you mean? SAM: I mean, I had a plan, you know. I, uh… Help Jack, bring Mom back. It wasn’t much, but it was something. It - it kept me from spinning off the rails. And now… Jack is gone, Mom is still in hell, basically, and I-I-I- just… DEAN: We’ll figure it out. SAM: [defeated and angry] Dean, we don’t have a plan. We don’t know what to do. So - so how? DEAN: [confidently] I don’t know. But we will, you and me. [takes a drink of beer] SAM: Yeah. Night. [exits kitchen]

Sam articulates exactly why he’s going off the rails -- because Jack and Mom are missing. And that’s freaking huge. Because if Dean was off balance because Cas was missing, and Sam is off balance because Jack and Mom are missing, that means they are not each other’s sole emotional supports any more.

In other words, the toxic codependency really is on it’s very last legs, the old scripts aren’t working any more, and it’s time to start writing some new ones.

I’ve already seen the next two eps, and if Various and Sundry Villains was a strong Destiel episode, it has nothing on Good Intentions. That is a game changer.

Previously:

I never opened myself this way (13x01 and 13x02)

You say you’ve only got one life to live (13x03, 13x04, 13x05)  

Let me tell you people that I found a new way (13x06, 13x07, 13x08)

Alive and burning brighter (13x09, 13x10)              

[theaviskullguy]

OKAY SO THIS IS LONG

-Damien's a Desolation Avatar and the closest thing this story has to a protagonist, their "messiah", actually. He was manipulated into running away from his dads and joining the cult of Lightless Flame when he was 10, and when he turned 16, he started to want to leave. However, the cult saw potential, and after the death of Agnes Montague, they burned him at the stake to turn him into their new Messiah. He ran and sought shelter in the Magnus Institute after that. And he considers Gertrude his mother figure because she took him in. He became an Avatar the youngest, but has no way been one for the longest

-Case in point, Liam was turned into a vampire at the ripe age of 22. Also I see Vampires as Slaughter related. As he was not born one, he was more human than most other vamps. Because I cherry pick canon for my own amusement but this is the only time ive bent the rules of the tma-verse. He's lived for about 400 years now and has worked at the institute pretty much all that time. People just think he's a young adult as opposed to a 400 year old man

-Polly! My Girl! She was a lonely avatar- against her will- but died rather peacefully and was bound to the flesh book. As her death was peaceful, She doesn't feel much pain by being a ghost-

-Scott's a hunter who was rescued at the last second from being fully consumed by the hunt. He's his werewolf himbo self here

-Oz is a dark avatar. Unlike the others who mostly just look like themselves but more human (scott and polly just look like themselves), Oz is full on his own design in MP. He's a more reserved apparition of The Dark, if that makes sense

-Vera is a web avatar who uses her manipulation for her business

-Miranda is a vast avatar, with more focus on deep water than space/the sky. Though she does have the trademark lichenberg figure on her back.

-Brian is a corruption avatar of some sort. Maybe a less malicious John Amherst? havent really decided yet

-Amira is a desolation avatar- not affiliated with The Lightless Flame. She's a close friend of Damien's.

-Vicky is a flesh avatar of some kind. A less creepy looking Jared Hopworth

-Our final avatar is Milo! My bab! They're a End Avatar/former Grim Reaper, who still keeps up that aesthetic. They really like it. They also have some of those End dreams that Oliver Banks had, and uses those to warn the archival gang (the player characters, Scott, Liam, Damien, and Polly)

-We also have some OCs!

-Valden Elaris is this story's Archivist. He's a childhood friend of Damien's before he ran, and he's very sweet. Like, the personification of an adorable cat. He tries to only use his archivist powers for good. Though, hanging out with a traumatized arsonist, a 400 year old vampire, a grim reaper, and a party ghost really warps your sense of what's right.

-Azrael is the Stranger Avatar. A bit like Nikola Orsinov but he's actually a lot less... sadistic? He takes pleasure in messing with his victims but he doesn't show it as much as nikola

im still working on the plot but i hope you know there's a net gain in alive people

im making a monster prom/tma au to cope with my two hyperfixations at once. does anyone wanna hear about it cause its pretty wild

(also, it's a human but slightly to the left au. basically normal magnus archives but with the monster prom gang if that makes sense)

[artificialzeezee]

Blondes are Better Zombie Hunters (Part 1/5)

[1: Lacey red bras & the blood of your enemies.]

Summary: On what is supposed to be Courtney Act’s fabulous 18th birthday, the High School she and her friends attend is suddenly overrun by a zombie outbreak! For most cheerleaders, it would mean certain death, but not the girl who’s raised by zombie hunters. With the help of her sister’s Farrah and Willam, her “will-they-won’t-they” complication Bianca, and her best friend Alaska, Courtney attempts to save the lives of everyone in her school, and potentially everyone on earth. (Warning: Totally cheesy.)

A/N: Sorry I’m late to the party, but hay, better late than never! This is just supposed to be a fun Halloween fic, it’s not serious at all. It’s a little gross here and there and there’s death all over the place, but honestly it’s just general stupidness. Reference/inspiration: the game ‘Lollipop Chainsaw’. Enjoy! 

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“O M G, Courtney, you totally stretched out my favourite top!”

Farrah ran down the halls of their house, storming into her older sister’s room and using the bubble gum pink top as a whip. Courtney squealed, trying to defend herself against the attacks. She grabbed Farrah’s wrists and looked down at the top, raising her brow.

“I didn’t wear your top?” She threw back her sister’s hands and resumed getting ready for school, tightening the pigtails in her hair and flattening her cheer skirt. Farrah didn’t believe her however, stood in the centre of the room scowling.

“You’re such a fucking liar! Your double D’s totally ruined my top, and now you’re a liar on top of a life ruiner!” She whined, stomping her foot. Courtney ignored her tantrum, stepping around her as she put together her school bag. “Why would you borrow my shirt anyway, you have so many clothes, you don’t need mine!”

“Farrah, I’m telling you, I didn’t wear your top.” She threw her duffle bag over her shoulder and patted her sister on the top of her head, grabbing a handful of lollipops from the pug-mug beside her bed, stuffing them in the open zip of her bag before leaving her bedroom. Farrah grunted, storming after her still on a pursuit to make her tell the truth, waving the shirt about during her rant. 

“Who else was it then, Court? Mom?! Or better yet, Dad?! Please, why can’t you just-”

“You’re forgetting we have another sister.” Courtney stopped abruptly at the front door, spinning around to stop Farrah in her tracks. The younger girl thought for a second, mouth agape, before she settled on a scoff, pushing the notion aside.

“Why would Willam wear my shirt? She’s like, totally not young enough for this!”

“Oh contrar, ass wipe!” Willam slipped past, walking into the kitchen, winking at Farrah. “I did wear your shirt, and I got laid wearing it. If you ever want some dick, Virgin, pad your training bras and tie it up like Brittany Spears.” Willam cackled, redirecting her attention at Courtney who was resisting laughter. “Of course, me and tits-leader don’t need to pad. Don’t worry, Virgin, yours will come in soon...hopefully.” She chuckled wickedly, turning away to make a pot of coffee.

Farrah was left gobsmacked, furiously glaring at her sister as she cackled like a witch, before screaming and running up the stairs. Willam laughed harder at the reaction, but Courtney had lost the joke when she saw how upset the younger girl was. With a groan, she tossed her duffle bag at the front door’s foot and made her way over to Willam, shoving her hard that she almost spilt to coffee she’d made.

“Not cool, you know she’s self conscious about her boobs.” Courtney said harshly. She knew it would land on deaf ears, but if anyone might break through to Willam it would be her. Not that time it seemed, sighing when her sister rolled her eyes and flipped her off. 

Courtney was about to go on telling her off, when her phone chirped. She took it out of her bra and saw the message from Bianca.

Pussyface: Unless you want me to throw your present in the fucking trash, you’d better get your ass to school already! I aint patient, but I’m testing my limits for you, blondie!

Courtney giggled, suddenly forgetting the whole ordeal and leaving her sisters to scuttle on. She walked back to the front door again, not focused on her footing as she texted. 

Cumbiscuit: You wouldn’t do something so cruel on my 18th birthday? :O Stay stunning, baby! I won’t be long!

She threw her duffle bag over her shoulder and opened the front door, pushing her phone back into her bra. “Bye Mom! Bye Daddy!” She called out. She looked over at Willam, pointing a finger. “Go apologise to Farrah!”

“Fuck off, she can cry me a river and I’ll drown before I apologise.”

Courtney groaned. “This is why Preston said you’d die alone.” She said, unable to hold back the evil smirk that twisted her lips. Willam took the coffee cup and held it up, raising a brow.

“Whatever, I’d rather die pretty than die a little bitch.” She replied, taking a sip of her drink.

Courtney rolled her eyes, and ran out the house slamming the door behind her. She hopped on her glittery purple bike, kicked back the stabilisers, and rode forward in a rush toward the school.

-

The sky was a neutral blue, with clouds coming in and out, wavering the breeze. Courtney’s pigtails waved behind her as she cycled on, happily swaying her head in content. Her 18th birthday, she’d been counting down the days the second she turned 17, excited to feel like a woman, flaunting her new found maturity around. Alaska had promised when they were both 18 they’d get fake I.D’s and go out clubbing together. It was going to be the best year ever, she thought as she rode her bike to school.

Courtney Act liked to think of herself as the average American High Schooler. She was on the cheer squad as co-captain with her best friend Alaska, she earned above average grades to get into her desired college, and she worried about the calories in the cafeteria food same way any gym-freak teen would. Courtney’s actually loved her life, unlike most teenagers. Alaska was often complaining about her dad not buying her the latest Iphone or her mother nagging her to clean her room, whereas Courtney had nothing to complain about. She loved her family, despite Willam’s bitchiness and Farrah’s moaning, and she adored her friends- she was the anomaly that walked around High School completely jovial, never having a complaint...

She’d also left a string of broken hearts behind her as she moved up through the school years too, never going lonely, always having an admirer. Maybe it was the cheer uniform, Alaska was able to always land herself a date when she wanted one. Boys drooling at her feet was always a good boost to the ego. Now however, she was totally hung up on her Spanish tutor and the notorious womaniser, Bianca Del Rio. Courtney had never been attracted to girls in the past, but Bianca made her giddy in a kind of way no guy had ever been able to do before, and so she went with the flow. “Sexuality is totally fluid!” she told Alaska when announcing her crush. No one in school saw the two becoming friends let alone make out buddies. Bianca opted for avoiding cliques and stuck to her best friends Adore and Bob, whereas Courtney was the centre of attention, loved and adored by most. Bianca had been in several fights during her time of High School, while Courtney had never been seen to even hurt a fly! They were almost polar opposites par their taste in old sitcoms and interest in theatre.

Even more shocking was when Bianca stopped seeing the biggest drama queen Sharon Needles in favour of Courtney. They were never in a relationship, but everyone knew Bianca was Sharon’s booty call when things were rocky with her boyfriend- always had been for almost three years. Bianca slept around, she’d even almost had a warm, stable relationship with a cute pixie chick called Joslyn Fox, but then Sharon clicked her fingers and Bianca came running. That was how it had been for too long, until Courtney put a spanner in the works and tore Bianca away once and for all. Realistically, it made complete sense why someone would rather date a bubbly blonde bomb shell who wanted nothing but love and peace, verses self proclaimed queen of the emos who only liked Bianca for sex and test answers- but no one expected Bianca to risk the wrath of Sharon for the chance of an assumed straight girl. To say Sharon was angry was an understatement

Shit happens though.

Courtney really liked hanging out with Bianca, and even more so liked when they made out. She loved how her stomach knotted in a way it never had before, and she loved the fluttering of her heart when she felt Bianca’s finger tips run up her back. Best of all, the way they could laugh afterwards, regain all composure and fall back into a comfortable friendship, she absolutely loved that. Now she was 18, she was on the pursuit to make their arrangement more official. Bianca’s past of slutty escapades didn’t bother Courtney, and she was ready to follow her heart into the battle of an unknown.

As she rode her bike to school, she thought the streets seemed a little too quiet for her liking. The wind whipped past her pigtails as she sped on, eager to reach Bianca in case she really did throw away her birthday present, but the air was dry. A deadly, familiar dry that poisoned her sense of security. An eerie presence clawed down her skin, bringing up goosebumps, but she tried to focus on anything else - she didn’t want anything to ruin her big day.

However, a sudden screeching of wheels and a collection of blood curdling screams caught her off guard, making her begin to wobble, crashing into the curb of the street and flying off her bike. She landed on a house’s front lawn, pushing herself up on her knees and looking toward the sound. She saw in the distance a large cloud of grey smoke and flickering flames, and a few survivors of the carnage fleeing the scene, some burning up and others covered in soot. She tilted her head quizzically, watching on as the turned over bus burned on brighter, soon exploding and engulfing the nearby lives in a fiery rage. 

Courtney gasped, standing to her feet in a hurry. Kids from her school, running in terror, trying to survive with the will that hung by a thread, while others lay dead on the road, skin and bone melting. 

“Holy shit.” Courtney whispered, taking out her phone. She was about to text Willam, warn her not to take Farrah to school, when she saw dozens of texts clogging up her phone. Less than 10 minutes on her bike and Alaska, Bianca, and her sisters had blown up her mobile. 

Lasky: O.M.G U WON’T BELIEVE IT, BILLY MACKY FUCKING TORE LANEY KELLIE’S ARM OFF HER BODY! WTF RIGHT?! EVERY1 IS FREAKING OUT AND SHE’S STRAIGHT UP BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE! WHERE R U?!

Lasky: OKAY SO HE’S LIKE GOT THE MUNCHIES OR SOME SHIT FOR A FACULTY MEMBERS BRAIN???????? COURT, WHEREVER YOU ARE BE CAREFUL, DON’T COME IN!!!! THIS IS LIKE SOME HORROR MOVIE OR SOMETHING I AM FREAKIN TERRIFIED!!

Pussyface: Not sure how you start a text like this but uh...pretty sure the undead are walking around the place? I just saw your best friend running into the school crying, and on the other side a bunch of jock heads are literally eating people. So...I mean l’m kind of freaked out.

Pussyface: You might want to give today a miss. It’s been nice knowing you kid. 

Pussyface: Oh, happy birthday. 

Willam: Code Z, dipshit. Looks like we got a job to do. Hope you brought Mary-Sue and Gary Stu to school with you.

Farrah: Willam is such a bitch.

Farrah: I mean whatever, she may have bigger tits than me but I have a smaller waist and a nicer butt so who even cares?!

Farrah: By the way, daddy just told us we have a code Z. I’ll see you soon! xoxox  

Courtney stared at the string of texts before sighing. 

“Shit.” She said on a breathy note, mildly annoyed. She began feverishly texting them all back, working her fingers to the bone as fast as she could. If it was really a code Z than she had no time to lose. She told her sisters to be careful, she told Alaska to calm down, and to Bianca she let out her frustration.

Cumbiscuit: This is totally unfair, it’s my freakin birthday and this happens! God whatever, I mean I just wanted a peaceful day but no, everyone has to start eating each other. Ugh, this is a total bummer.

Pussyface: Oh yeah, you know, I heard one of the guys that’s EATING SOMEONE totally say “Glad we did this, I bet this will really piss Courtney off! Ha, she’ll have a shit birthday!” Yeah, that’s what’s going on here.

Cumbiscuit: I’m just saying! It’s coincidental, right?! Look, can you get to Alaska for me? Keep her safe, and I’ll be with you guys soon, then we can kick some ass!

Pussyface: No offence, Blondie, but what are you going to do? I don’t think a cheer routine and vegan food will save the day here.

Cumbiscuit: You’ll see. Keep my present close! I still want that.

Pussyface: Be safe. It be a shame to bash your brains out if you turn undead.

Courtney shoved her phone back into her bra and took a deep breath. A code Z, a war that had become so normal for her and her whole family, that sometimes she carried the burden around as casually as she did her duffle bag. Courtney Act liked to consider herself an Average American High Schooler, but it seemed life had other ideas for her. With the family she was born into, it was never going to be normal, and as wonderful as being an experienced killer was, she’d love for the chance to walk amongst her peers without knowing what rotting flesh smelt like, or knowing how to properly decapitate a person with as little effort as possible. Courtney Act was a zombie hunter, as was everyone in her family...

And their profession was about to save their humble little town from certain destruction. If zombies were taking over, specifically hitting Courtney’s High School, she had to reveal the part of her life she’d tried so hard to hide from everyone. The scariest part wasn’t cutting through a human skull with her chainsaw, it was the idea of Bianca being repulsed by her “special training”. What if she couldn’t get past the idea of guts spilling from the deceased, or the blood stains that Courtney’s mom feverishly scrubbed out of her clothes after a grueling hunt? What if she decided it was too much?

To be fair, Bianca would have to be alive in order to be disgusted, and the only way Courtney could keep that factor a fact was if she stopped day dreaming and got to the damn High School. 

She picked up her bag and abandoned her bike, dashing down the road toward the carnage. The skies were still milky blue with the sun casting over the neighbourhood, but as the smoke and ash lifted from the toiling fires, the dull air began to turn gruesome. Death and destruction was as normal to Courtney as distracting Bianca from her homework was, or drinking extra foamy lattes with Alaska after practice was. She wished the chaos wasn’t happening in her delightful town but she wasn’t worried about her well being in the slightest, it was her nearest and dearest who had no idea zombies even existed until now. The first time Courtney had seen a zombie was when she was 3, and her father had swung a flail into the side of an overweight walker’s head, with Farrah strapped to his chest in a baby carrier. Courtney thought it was a dream, but Willam assured her it was not. 

Other kids, had no idea.

The smell of burning flesh didn’t distract Courtney as she hurtled through the scene, and better yet when the first of the undead emerged, moaning and holding its hands out for Courtney, she didn’t sweat for a second. She knew exactly what had to be done. Reaching into her duffle bag, she pulled out a large bubble gum pink chainsaw, and revved it up, still running toward the creature that was once a fellow student. The earth beneath her crying out for her to stop, run screaming from the monster that would tear her limb from limb, she did nothing but grin wickedly. Skin cracked sickly green, eyes bulging as they flushed a toxic yellow, and the decaying had set in fast for whoever this used to be - Courtney found enough sympathy within her to strike the blades of her weapon straight through the skull, swiftly sweeping through the bone to crack open its head. A gargling moan followed by the thud of its body collapsing, Courtney stared down at the zombie she had just killed. The more practice, the easier it got. The thick grey sludge of it’s brains pouring from the open wound, a lack of blood pooling around the skull. It was nauseating, but for Courtney it was mundane. Of course it hurt, to kill someone who was once so similar, but she’d had to learn years ago to desensitise herself from the idea that the undead could still empathise - it was kill or be killed. 

She rolled her eyes, stepping over the corpse and continuing her journey. One out of many; nothing special.

-

When Courtney reached the High School, her cheer uniform was covered in blood splatters, and she was panting. Behind her the trail of undead cascading the merry streets of their usually quiet town, and beyond the gates was the horrific scene of teenagers and teachers either torn apart or roaming the courtyard in need of flesh. The colours had distorted into grizzly bleak shadows, draining the hope from the terrified students within the facility. She watched one of the larger zombies dig through the open chest of a gangly teenager, his rib cage destroyed and his left arm ripped clean off his body. Sometimes she didn’t know what was worse, the face of death when it’s animated, or the face of death when it had no chance.

She hid behind one of the pillars to the entrance. She took her phone out her bra, seeing another string of desperate texts from Alaska, but ignored them to text Bianca. 

Cumbiscuit: Ring me if you’re alive. I hope you are. Make sure you’re safe first.

She took the ringer off her phone and waited. A few minutes went by before Bianca’s name flashed on her screen, and she picked up promptly, holding her voice strong. 

“Hay cutie.”

“Now’s not really the time to be flirting, Blondie. Where are you? Please tell me you’re okay.”

Courtney peaked around the edge of her pillar, seeing a few zombies dragging themselves through the yard, growing more and more agitated as they failed to find more flesh to feast on. She hummed quizzically. 

“I’m okay. Currently outside the school watching Scott Marsh eating Sarah Wilson’s brain. Guess she wasn’t such an airhead after all.” She snickered, gripping her chainsaw closer. The blades were covered in chunks of guts, blood staining the pink paint, but the most important part was that it could saw through bone- she could repaint later. 

Bianca grunted. “This is fucking crazy. You have to run, you can’t make it past them! They’ll eat you alive...literally!” There was a long drawn out whine on Bianca’s end of the phone, making Courtney crease her nose as the sound punctured her ear drums. “Alaska, will you chill the fuck out?! If you wail like that they’ll hear us! Jesus, sorry, Courtney. Your best friend is way too dramatic for my liking-”

“There’s fucking zombies everywhere!”

“Yeah, and if you piss me off I’ll throw you out there and let the bastards feast! Anyway. Look, me, Alaska and my bestie Adore are hidden in the girls locker room. The doors barricaded but obviously we’ll open it for you.”

Courtney ruffled about in her duffle bag, pulling out a strawberry flavoured lollipop. She hummed as she sucked on the sweet, holding her phone between her shoulder and ear. “You’re kind of at a dead end in the locker room though. Why’d you hide there?” She revved the chainsaw, the growling alerting a few of the undead to her whereabouts. 

“Because it’s secure! Didn’t want to be in Mrs Velour’s art room with the flimsy door and broken window.”

Courtney put the phone on speaker and stuck it back down her bra. “True!” She yelled, charging toward the herd of zombies now making their way toward her. She kept the chainsaw dragging behind her, and as she got dangerously close, she swung it with full force to decapitate one of the larger monsters. The sound of metal clinking with bone, forcing it’s strength to murder, then she span around without stopping to capture the next one through the gut, causing a clean cut. It separated, almost cartoon like, and the intestines hung from either end where the wound bleed out. She didn’t have time to stop and regather herself, she had to keep up killing and surviving. Her chainsaw vibrating the next zombie, before she pulled up, grunting as the blades sawed through the front of it’s body up to it’s face. Skin and bone separating, releasing a smell unknown to the moral side of humanity. 

All the while, she could hear Bianca shouting through the phone, coming out like a mouse, as well as maintaining to keep the lollipop in her mouth.

“Can you, like, give me a second, Bianca? I’m a little,” she whipped her weapon to dig into another zombie’s skull, “busy right now!” This one was Scott Marsh, with his football jersey torn at the bottom and his eyes dripping pale blood. She revved her chainsaw and pushed into his head, her muscles bulging as the intensity built. 

“What is that noise? Courtney?! Are you alright?!” Bianca paused. “Is that a fucking chainsaw I hear?”

“Yes!” Courtney shoves the chainsaw further into Scott’s head, running forward to get away from the zombies slowly approaching. Scott grumbled in displeasure as he stumbled back, skin tearing off the deeper the blades went through. “Scott’s got a big head too!” Courtney grunted, finally whipping her arms with all her strength to cut open his head, sawing his brain in half, watching him fall to the ground. She ran forward, now with a clear path, and slammed into the front doors of the school. When she shut the doors behind her, she grabbed her phone back from her bra. She took the lollipop out from her mouth with a plopping sound. “Okay, I’m back!” She answered, kneeling down to put her chainsaw back in her duffle bag.

“What the fuck happened? What was all the noise about?!” Bianca asked, her voice shaking with panic. There was the sound of crying echoing in the background, more than likely Alaska. 

Courtney pulled out her Glock 17 from her bag, shoving the sweet back into her mouth before reloading as quick as she could, the empty barrel falling out of her grip. “Shit,” she hastily shoved the reloaded barrel into the gun, hearing a click before throwing her bag back onto her back. “I’ll explain later. Right now I’ve got to get to you guys.” 

“Are you in the school? Shit, no offence but how did you survive, Blondie?!” 

Courtney glared at the phone, strutting down the hall way too casually given the circumstances. “I’m not a child, Bianca. I can look after myself!”

“I didn’t say you were a child- dealing with fucking zombies isn’t what I deem child’s play! I just don’t expect an 18 year old cheerleader to get past a herd of the undead alive.”

“Well...I’m just kind of awesome, I guess.”

“She sounds fucking cool, B! Keep a hold of this one! ” Courtney heard in the background on the other end of the line, followed by cackling. 

“Shut up, Adore!” Bianca yelled. “Just be careful, okay?”

Courtney found it endearing, the worry that was completely wasted. She crossed her legs over one another as she walked, biting her lip and twirling the gun by the trigger loop with her finger. “I’ll be fine, pussyface. Don’t worry, this’ll all be a funny memory sooner or later.” She threw the gun up in the air and caught it by the handle, swinging her leg to walk around the corner. The halls were pretty deserted so far- eerily quiet and distant of any form of life, yet there were scatters of mess like papers and bags left to clog up the floor space. She drummed her fingers against the metal of the gun, crunching down on the lollipop so it fell apart in her mouth, and spat the stick to the ground. 

“I don’t see how this could be a funny memory some day. Your optimism actually freaks me the fuck out.”

Courtney laughed. “5 minutes and you’ll see me.” Then she thought, crunching the remainder of the lolly to swallow. “Actually, make it 10. Just in case.” She made a kissing sound and hung up, shoving the phone away and readjusting the duffle bag strap over her chest. 

She wasn’t scared in the slightest. Zombies didn’t cause her anxiety, although she understood why they did for other people. She was used to seeing decaying flesh and the impossibility of a walking corpse. She walked through the school halls on red alert, and hummed to the tune stuck in her head. The only thing that scared her was her friends possible reaction to finding out the truth- and it was unavoidable now, given she was the only person who could save the day.

She could hear in the distance a gurgling of moans, and squeaking of shoes on the floor tiles. It’s just business, she thought, cocking her gun and skipping down the hall toward the girls locker room, as well as the distressed Zombie calling her presence. 

-

Adore tried to comfort Alaska the best she could, but in the end she was nothing more than a warm body to bury her face into, sobbing. Bianca would look over every so often and give her the middle finger, Adore flipping her off in return while Alaska was none the wiser. 

The girls locker room was a little freaky when there was no voices to fill the space. It was a lower level to the rest of the school, so there was a longer echo, and the space was so wide it was hard to keep track of who lurked in the shadows. When escaping the blood bath that was Walkers eating the living, Bianca grabbed Adore and told her to secure the girls locker room before bolting to get Alaska. She was hysterical, Bianca had to slap her swiftly across the cheek just to get some coherent cooperation. When they’d escaped the horrifying scene of people terrified and death lingering every space they ran, they locked the girls locker room and barricaded the door with a few benches. Adore had made sure no zombies were already there, and so they sat, quiet apart from Alaska’s whimpers. 

Adore text Bob shortly after they were safe. He’d told them he was walking to school when he saw one of their school buses flip and, in his words, “noped the fuck out of there”. She was relieved he was safe, and both her and Bianca had a minuscule second of reassurance. Then the dread set back in, that they could be trapped forever, or eaten alive, or even turn into one of them! While Bianca and Adore pretended to be too cool for feelings, Alaska unleashed all of hers for them to cater to.

“Alaska, stop your blubbering for christ sake!” Bianca whisper-yelled, kneeling beside her. Alaska took her face out of Adore’s chest, sniffling, her mascara like a water fall down her cheeks. Bianca rolled her eyes. “I know this is shit, but crying isn’t going to stop it.”

Alaska scoffed, frowning at her. “Being a bitch isn’t going to stop it either!” She stood up, storming to the other side of the room and crossing her arms, turning away from Bianca. “God, I don’t know what Courtney sees in you.”

Bianca raised to her feet, very, very slowly, cocking her jaw as the frustration had bubbled over. “Excuse me?” She asked, her tone sharp but soft (so far).

“You heard,” Alaska spun around, hands on hips. “You’re a fucking bitch and Courtney is one of the nicest people around, and you are a slut!”

Bianca’s mouth fell open in shock, a wicked chuckle escaping as she flexed her fists. Adore stayed quiet, watching the two of them like a tennis match. 

“There’s zombies walking about the place and yet, you’re about to die in here.” Bianca clicked her knuckles, slowly walking toward Alaska. “Take it back.”

As she got closer, Alaska backed up, hitting the lockers behind her. She swallowed hard, but stayed tall. “No. I’m allowed to be scared of what’s going on, so fuck off.” 

Bianca grabbed her by the hem of her cheer uniform, slamming her back into the locker, the metal echoing off the spacious walls. “I’m going to assume it’s your fear talking, so I’m not going to kick your ass.” She threw Alaska back again, snickering as the other girl stumbled. 

As she walked back toward Adore, Alaska plucked up the courage to speak again. “She doesn’t sleep around like you, so don’t count your lucky stars just yet if you think you’ll have a shot.” She straightened up, strutting toward Bianca who was wide eyed glaring at her, teeth grinding. “You’re nothing but a desperate bitch-”

“You’re pushing your luck, shit for brains!” Bianca grabbed her by the back of her hair, pulling back slightly to make Alaska buckle under the pain. 

They squabbled on, Adore finally running over to try and make the peace, when suddenly an ear shatter bang came from the other side of the door. Bianca let go of Alaska immediately and ducked, instincts telling her it was a gun. Adore did the same, but dropped to the ground with Alaska. They stayed quiet, focusing purely on listening out for anymore sound, when another bang rang through the air, making Alaska squeal.

“Someone’s got a fucking gun!” She cried. No one replied. Bianca stared at the door, her heart hammering in her chest as the panic began to really set deep. Courtney was still out there, vulnerable and sweet, standing no chance against beings able to rip her flesh apart of someone with a gun. She felt tears festering behind her eyes, the thoughts growing stronger and stronger to the point she almost knew them as fact. Courtney Act - the almost girl, the one who was different, was as good as dea-

“Guys, it’s me!” They heard a cheery voice on the other side. The merry accent familiar, Bianca’s heart jumped up into her throat and she charged for the door.

“Courtney?!” She asked, hands pressed against the door. A gentle knock returned, and giggles. 

“Who else would it be? Come on, open up please!”

Bianca began scrambling at the benches, Alaska and Adore running over to help unbarricade the door. She flung open the doors and there stood the gorgeous blonde, smile as wide as ever on her lovely face- but her uniform drenched in blood. Bianca’s eyes widened, grabbing her to come in and slamming the doors behind them again. 

“Blondie, what the hell happ-”

“Courtney!” Alaska yelled in delight, throwing her arms around her best friend and crying into the crook of her neck. Courtney rubbed her back, winking at Bianca who began putting the benches back up with Adore. “What happened out there?! What’s going on?!”

“Seems to be a code Z.” Courtney replied, nonchalantly. The other three looked at her in confusion, waiting for more explanation. Courtney sighed. “You know...zombies! Duh, what else would a code Z be?” She laughed, putting her duffle bag and gun on the bench nearest. When she saw it, Bianca’s mouth fell wide open, pointing at the weapon in question.

“Tha-that was you?! Woah, what the fuck, Blondie?! What is going on, why do you have a gun!”

Courtney stared at her, dumbfounded. “Basic equipment. My gun Gary Stu, and my chainsaw,” she ruffled through her bag, pulling out the weapon for all the see, “Mary Sue!”

Alaska gasped. “W, T, F, COURTNEY! Why do you have a freakin’ chainsaw?!”

“And why did you name them?” Adore asked, half laughing. 

Courtney puts the chainsaw back down. “My sister named them. Some dumb joke, long story. The point is you guys is we’re safe now! I can get you out of here.”

She smiled at them all, wonderfully confident and amused by the gob-smacked expressions they all held. Outside of the locker room were faint groans and the odd scream, but it felt like a million miles away when they were comfortably safe. Bianca’s eyes flickered between the blood soaked skirt Courtney wore, unashamed, and the weapons all the same stained in red. 

“Courtney...how the actual fuck do you have a gun and a chainsaw?” She asked, calmly. Before Courtney could answer, she was speaking again. “How are we safe now you’re here?! What the hell is going on?!”

Courtney’s smile fell, and her heart began to darken. The moment had arrived: she had to reveal the truth about her life.

“Well, you see...I’m a zombie hunter.”

The three girls stayed silent, unsure how to process the news. It took a while until anyone spoke again.

“That’s fucking cool.” Adore said, softly.