#God what the hell can I even do for my birthday because I literally can't drink alcohol or eat cake because of my health problems

[musical-chick-13]

My God. Does anyone knows when it stops hurting. Does anyone know how to stop feeling like this.

[magpies4nights]

Tomorrow is my birthday (And I’m not joking around) (Dev log #11)

Well, the title isn't lying. Tomorrow is the day I turn the legal drinking age in the US, and the age I'm probably considered too old for Leonardo DiCaprio. I'm not sad about that though, I don't think he aged very well. I'm probably going to celebrate it on Friday though, because I'm not celebrating it alone, moooostly because the friends I'm the closest to are turning 20 this year and the ones that are older than me do not drink because they have trauma from their families. So I guess it's just me and my parents. Tomorrow though I'm going to a shopping center with my bestie. No drinking involved though (or eating cake), apparently I'm currently experiencing health problems.

I think I'm getting withdrawal symptoms from not eating sugar.

Well, I at last finished the last location of the game, and started working on everyone’s sprites like I promised 2 weeks ago. The base sprites for the cashier are done, so now Xandra isn’t staring into the empty scenes alone anymore, although I would imagine them not being too fond of each other, but the Cashier is one of the more forgiving towards her than everyone else who is forced to come along with her (Party Person being the other one).

Anyways, since there is no more music to show you because I reached the number of songs I wanted, I think I’ll just draw scenes from movies and games I’d want to reference, lol. I was thinking of removing this entire section because it's redundant and it's me showing my master's in yapping about my favorite things that's not GASA4AM related because, well, yeah, but I put too much effort in the drawing below so I'm not doing that. And first contender….. Jawbreaker (1999). Now, if you’re under 18, I don’t recommend watching this movie. I have been debating this, mostly because the movie is… contemporary but there is one explicit scene (and it made me very uncomfortable, especially considering why it happened). And there also is at least two that show a (fake) dead body, where they find out the person is dead, and then "dispose" it by manhandling it and making the cops think that she died in... another way, but it looks very disturbing because there is a (fake) jawbreaker stuck in her throat. (I watched the behind the scenes and the girl who played Liz Purr was very much alive when she was playing the character’s corpse, and the jawbreaker was makeup). Buuuut, Kyu is literally named after Kyu Sugardust from the Huniepop series (very explicit game series, I also don't recommend playing that game if you're under 18), and I’m probably just going to reference the beginning and the end of the movie, as in the lines spoken in this movie and not at all what the characters wear and do (nobody is going to manhandle corpses or die from a jawbreaker stuck in their throats. Also no 17th birthdays because I don't even think the GASA4 cast has any birthdays for that matter).

Anyways, SPOILER ALERT!!!!! (stuff is below the line)

Here is what I'm referencing:

[dubina-dawkins]

FORD MUSTANG '66 BACK SEAT

~2k words (i got carried away :p)

pairing: teen! dean winchester x teen!virgin! reader

> your uncle got you a perfect 18th birthday gift - white ford mustang '66, and dean is in awe. not only because of the car, but because of the birthday girl too

warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! f! masturbation mentioned, loss of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected (done by professionals don't try at home), softdom! dean, afab! reader, really fluffy and gentle, lots of kisses i mean how do they still breath, may be kind of continuation (but not a direct one but after some time yk) of my previous work with teen! dean and teen! reader, reader is hunter btw but this is mentioned less, no usage of y/n

REPOSTS WILL BE APPRECIATED

"Are you kidding...he gave you that baby girl? Damn it, your uncle has taste!" Dean laughs, approaching the vintage car from the bumper, palms wide on the cold metal. He stares out the windshield, then walks around the car in a circle before turning back to you, one arm around your shoulders.

Your birthday was literally, like, a week ago? But since your uncle was busy, he didn't get you a present until yesterday. And today Dean was here on your call. Secretly from dad, of course. Sam's at school somewhere, so there's no need to keep an eye on the kid, so, uh...

"Uh-huh. A useful gift for hunters, huh? Especially since uncle let me hunt alone or with you now... Cool stuff. And even though I'm a bit of a machine builder 'cause I'm always helping him, I think I'm gonna need some help, you know..." You start, turning so that your fingers slip into his messy hair, and Dean laughs.

"If you want me to drive this hottie until you get your driver's license-"

"Bingo!"

Dean laughs, his hands finding a place on your ribs as he pulls you into a tender kiss. The touch of his lips on yours was always too gentle, and it was infuriating sometimes. Knowing Dean, he could have done so much more. Just cared, I guess?

You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Knowing Dean freakin' Winchester, it was easy to see that he loved you very much. Well, loved you as much as he could. Sometimes it was a fight, but not a big one - hell, you're only 18, what the hell is there to fight about?

Especially since you now had official permission for alone time - soon you'd be hunting together, which meant lots of adventure, blood, sweat, and lives saved. Sometimes that last point was purely functional, and yet. Just you and him.

You couldn't call yourself an innocent Christian girl. You hated the church, God and angels with all your soul after all you had seen and gone through. They're in, they're out, it doesn't make much difference. So sinning didn't seem like a bad idea. Especially when you're just getting back from a walk with Dean in the night, when he's running away from home in his father's car - let's just say he wasn't promised his own car until he was 21 - and the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, ribs, waist and hips still hangs in space...

Then your fingers traveled south, stroking first the lower abdomen, then the labia, then the wet passage, and finally up to the clit.... you could've sworn your panties hadn't been dry after any encounter with your boyfriend. Dean's wink or a glance at your neck, your waist, and you'd be drowning. God, why's he so pretty all the time?

"Okay, now..." Dean pulls back and walks around the car to open the door and land in the driver's seat. His eyes glisten, and you can tell he's enjoying this immensely. Somewhere along the lines of his favorite movies and listening to Led Zeppelin.

His strong palms grip the steering wheel, and he leans back to keep it at arm's length. And Dean laughs again, stroking the leather of the steering wheel with his thumbs. "Pretty one, that's for sure..."

You land in the backseat, and he turns to you, raising an eyebrow. Without even hearing his question, you smile and fold your hands in your lap.

"I can't get used to the fact that it's all, like, mine. And I'm kind of scared to sit in the front. I guess it'll pass with time." You don't have time to finish the sentence when he gets out of the car, and a few moments later he's standing in front of the open backseat door.

"Then I should join you," he laughs, jumping to you, putting his hand on your lower back. You shriek and laugh, pressing your lips against his. The kiss is long, sensual, and at some point Dean's hands move down to your thighs, spreading them wide, and he pushes you back against the seats, towering over you. When he pulled away from the kiss, you looked up at him wide-eyed, doubt flickering across his face instead of a smirk.

"Uh...I hope you've-...you've already had someone, right...?" he gently takes you by the hips, wrapping your legs around his waist, and you only blush.

"Well...no?"

Dean closes his eyes for a moment and frowns, stroking your thighs with his thumbs, the same tenderness he used to stroke the steering wheel of your Mustang. Yeah, well, considering you were a hunter too, you didn't have much of a chance for a relationship...

"Ah, so...I get to be first? Woah..." he'd be lying if he said it didn't excite him even more, but it scared him too. However, he smiles and bends towards you, not allowing you to give an answer, his lips pressed against yours again. He places one hand on your chin, gently, two fingers opening your mouth for his tongue as his other hand creeps down to your stomach, stroking it.

"God, you're so- aah, fuck..." Dean sinks down between your legs, unzipping the fly of your jeans and pulling them down your legs. When his teeth snag the elastic of your panties, you whimper, putting your hand on his head, and he laughs. "Shh, not yet."

He looks at your glistening, wet folds, and God, it means everything. Dean licks his fingers - though it wasn't necessary at all, you were fucking soaked - and gently presses his thumb against your clit. When that elicits a soft moan of his name from you, he chuckles.

"Are you okay, baby?" He whispers, kissing your stomach, and gently pulls up your t-shirt. He kisses your collarbones while his free hand works on the clasp of your bra.

But God, you're too good to respond with anything but a whimper. You take off your shirt, and he pulls off your bra, and for a moment he just stops, staring at you. A low growl escapes Dean's lips. "You're so beautiful for me, baby..."

He brings his hand back to your pussy, gently stroking the space next to your passage, and your already tight walls tighten around nothing. He whimpers at the mere sight, pressing his lips to your nipples. Every sensation is new, every touch sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body. You put your arms around his neck, one hand creeping up to his disheveled hair, the other reaching down to his back.

Dean throws off his leather jacket and flannel, leaving only a T-shirt, and the cold material of his amulet burns your skin as he leans in again to leave kisses on your skin. "It might hurt now. Tell me if you need me to stop..." But you both know that neither you nor he wants to stop it.

Dean rises to capture your lips again in a kiss, and his middle finger slides into your channel, and you let out a loud sob at the sensation. His fingers are different, feel completely unfamiliar. And it's too exciting, especially when he gently pushes his finger deeper, and your core squelches so lewdly that you blush.

"De...feels so good," you whimper, hugging his shoulders, your hands in fists clutching the fabric of his t-shirt. "I'm trying, love," he laughs against your lips, his finger stroking your walls in a circular motion, and you grind against his hand - at which point Dean presses his hand to your stomach and begins to move his own finger inside, discreetly adding his ring finger as well.

You arch your back, and he kisses your cheek. "So good, you're so good, baby. So good at taking me like a good girl," your walls clench around his fingers at his praise, and Dean groans at the sensation - the bump on his jeans getting noticeably harder as he muffles both his and your moans with a kiss.

You feel bratty, pulling your hands to his belt, and Dean growls against your lips. "Can you handle this? I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart," he pulls his own jeans down, tossing them off his legs somewhere on the back of the driver's seat, followed by his T-shirt. Your fingers stroll phantomly over his waist and hip bones as he slides his fingers out of you with a squelch of your walls, and you whimper unhappily.

"Please, Dean-"

"Shh, shh, shh..." He strokes your cheek, bending down to kiss your swollen lips again, and his free hand guides your palms to the waistband of his boxers, and you obediently pull that down, letting him away from the kiss. Your eyes widen as you stare at his erection, and Dean chuckles shyly.

"Whoa..." you lick your lips, and purely out of interest, you touch your fingers to the tip. His shaft throbbed, and Dean let out a high-pitched whimper as his precum began to glisten under your finger.

"Baby, let's not make any more comments," he picks up your hand, intertwining your fingers, and gently positions himself between your thighs. Dean can't resist the opportunity to rub me against your swollen clit, and you synchronously make almost identical sounds - something between a high-pitched moan and a sob.

"...Are you sure?"

"Dean, shut up and get to work."

He laughs, leaning down to your face again. "That's my girl."

And he pushes into you in one, slow thrust, inch by inch, swallowing your moans of pain and pleasure in another kiss. God, a little more, and your lips would have turned blue.

He pulls away from your lips, arching his back, and catches your hands in his, intertwining your fingers again. Dean hisses, squeezing your hands. "So fucking tight...just for me, huh...?"

He doesn't just fill you up - his hardness overwhelms you, and you feel complete for the first time in your life. Your fingers grip his hands as if your whole life depends on it. "F-fuck, it's so huge-"

"Believe it or not, you're the first person to tell me that," he leans to you again, kissing your cheek as his hips move and he begins his slow pace. His thrusts may be measured but they're precise, each time his tip taps harder on that most sensitive point inside you, and it seems there are more stars in front of your eyes than there are in the night sky.

"You're doing well, baby...So tight, so wet, so pliable, just, just for me..." He whispers into your ear as his thrusts become less controlled, more needy. Your walls quiver and his length throb more and more inside-you're both close, and that knowledge drives you insane.

"D- yaaah, Dean, I'm close-" He doesn't answer anything, just presses his lips against you again and roughly penetrates your mouth with his tongue, his palms gripping your waist hard enough to bruise it, but one hand does drop down between your bodies to caress your swollen clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And this is it, you cry out his name, your walls tighten around his cock, and he hisses, with a loud pop of your bodies releasing his length from your heat.

But you don't let him out that easily.

"My turn," you grin weakly, your hand taking his erection in your fist, giving it a few quick strokes, and he fucks your fist like he's in heat, nuzzling his face against your neck, making a moan so pathetic it's even cute.

"I love you so much...Baby, baby, sweetheart, fuck-" He whispers frantically, and with one final thrust, shots of his seed crash into your palm, your side, and the leather of the seats. Dean wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly, pulling you close, his face finding its place in your hair as he exhales hoarsely. "So fucking much..." he says, breathing heavily, his voice muffled by your locks.

There were tissues in the glove compartment, right?

a/n: still love my baby. still a tooth rotting fluff. your honor I'm sorry!! was working on reqs but i just thought of this idea and couldn't get it out of my head so that's it.......

[viktorpartner]

✨ THE DAN AND PHIL LORE pt. 3✨

CHECK OUT PART 2: https://www.tumblr.com/ashleyeveerson/760707933651746816?source=share

Phil ALSO comes out! (yeah no i'm not crying what? not them feeling comfortable enough to be themselves yeah). 2019 also brings us the adoption of a fish named Norman (a cutie) AND they also post pictures about their recent trip to Japan [the photo of Phil looking up to Dan behind the camera? yeah i am so normal about it, i swear]. There is hope in the horizon still for a Dan and Phil comeback...

BAM! A certain virus runs wild and forces everyone to stay at home. Phil continues to upload solo videos which distracted so many of us during these dark times. Dan, however is AWOL and the only pic we have of him is a shitty screenshot of him in glasses and a mask helping Phil rescue an injured pigeon (lockdown was WILD).

Also, my boy Dan post a cryptic tweet that leads to the announcement of a self-help book named YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS NIGHT (because you will <3). Nah but I can't count how many times I've sobbed reading it, just him trying to help out others who have also struggled with mental health... istg i love this man

Hey so THEY BUY THEIR FOREVER PHOUSE TOGETHER they're gonna kill me one day istg. "Dan and Phil just decided to pay a mortgage together", top 10 sentences that would kill a 2016 phan. They are slaying, they are glowing... also rip Norman the fish you will not be forgotten

So during 2014 the fates (aka a random youtuber) foretold that Dan and Phil would be married in 2022. Since that clearly didn't happen the meme PHIVORCE united the phandom once more. ALSO Dan is out there shitting on youtube (as he should) and going on his solo tour WE'RE ALL DOOMED! Which i love with all my heart and also Phil being there for him every step of the way... AHHHHHHHH

Anyways a certain video called Dan and Phil finally tell the truth hits the internet and let's just say GOD DAMN. This also starts a wonderful trend amongst Dan and Phil in which they make fun of their audience (we deserve it ngl) and absolutley SHOCK US with new information about bonkers shit from their past [apparently they were offered a threesome MULTIPLE TIMES???]

It's the end. They've decided to give up their channel "Dan and Phil Games" forever... let's take a moment and silent and mourn with a compilation of Heart eyes Howell

...

SIKE! We're back baby and we're better than ever!!! The goodbye video turned out the be an ANNOUNCEMENT of their comeback. They are back, Dil Howlter is here and Phil confesses to having dyed everything green in the house when Dan went on tour bc he missed him (OH GOD). Also, the Halloween baking video introduced us to the icon that is.... *drumroll please*

SISTER DANIEL, the queen of making everyone reconsider their sexuality... she is the moment, she is an icon and she is serving astronomical levels of cunt at all time [jokes aside, Dan being comfortable enough to do drag in public, fuck they've come so far i'm so proud of them <3].

And here we are in the future, it's present day and they are queerer and happier than ever. THE PICTURES I CAN'T ISTG. Also Dan's Birthday stream is beyond iconic. First of all my unproblematic kings make it a charity stream to donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund (using their public influence for good hell yeah)... And how did they raise the money you ask? WELL BY HITTING IS WHERE WE'RE WEAKEST. Sister Daniel makes a spectacular comeback, FATHER PHIL is introduced and Dan even dyes his hair red to be more Good Omens coded... which timeline are we living in again? like how is any of this real?

Also them drawing the PINOF whiskers on their faces again... they're literally growing old together I'm gonna go sob in a corner. Also the fake apology video bc they have no fashion sense in the Sims 4 is hilarious as fuck. HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY BE SO MUCH HOTTER ON THEIR THIRTIES EXPLAIN??

anyways the phandom is still speculating wether they're erasing "i love you's" at the end of their text when they show them on videos... guess some things never change. Nah but the vibes are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOW, they are more open than they've ever been and participate on the phan culture FULLY to the point that they're the ones terrorizing us now.

QUICK DETOUR TO TALK ABOUT PHIL'S FAMOUS BAD LUCK (and then they wonder why he's always dying in the fanfics). Nah but my poor man has had his fair share of medical problems, the most recent being...

OH GOD WHY WOULD YOU ANNOUNCE SOMETHING LIKE THAT THIS WAY?? nah like using humor as a coping mechanism and all but do they wanna gives a heart attack?! iconic i fear however

So yeah the video where they talk about it is WILD (funniest shit about the whole ordeal is that a nurse mistook Dan as Phil's son). Also I saw a tweet speculating about Phil having a hickey like... first of all what is it? 2009? Second of all IT'S MOST LIKELY A POPPED VESSEL FROM LOSING ALL THAT BLOOD YOU KNOW

They still were able to go on their vacation (aka the rodent boy summer) which gifted us with this iconic pics... ALSO they dropped a new Dan and Phil beats for summer go check out the names of the tracks istg they wanna kill their fans.

Nothing is sacred anymore, they've infiltrated twtphan, they're actively reposting memes and writing fanfiction about themselves. It's the wild west, everytime you get a notification is like playing Russian Rulet. Cringe is dead and Dan and Phil ARE COMING NEAR YOUR CITY on a tour named "Terrible Influence" where Phil's spent 300€ on silicone. It's a wonderful time to be a phan.

OKAY SO here's some stuff that didn't make the cut but that i find too hilarious to not mention. In no apparent order: DAN DRESSING UP AS A CATBOY, Dan and Phil playing technicians 1 and 2 on Big Hero 6 and two brothers on the Lion King (wtf was that also they gave the gorilas matching fringes), Dan dressing up as a golden pig (my boy has RANGE) and finally Dan being too embarassed to admit he stalked Phil and telling a reporter he was only asking for "editing tips" if you know what i mean

Also a short compilation of Dan and Phil losing the idgaf war against eachother THEY ARE SO THOUGHTFUL ABOUT EVERYTHING. Special mention to Daniel's 🧡 when Phil praised "We're all doomed!" and Dan's ranch metaphor to describe their relationship (just go watch the mukkbang video OH LORD)

SO, in conclusion... Dan and Phil's refusal to belittle their past and instead embrace it as part of their story while actively moving into the future alongside the phandom YEAH THAT SHIT MEANS SOMETHING. They're simultaneously healing our inner child while embracing us as the adults we've become i have many feelings about them

So what are they?

They're just Dan and Phil.

[postmoderntongues]

Controversial probably but horrific times call for horrific measures. A lot of women who are 4b are now shaving their heads, and already porn of women with shaved heads especially degrading porn is seeing a rise and women who shave their head on social media or even post their haircuts are being photoshopped into porn on reddit and ive even heard talk of deepfakes being made of some more popular vloggers. Males are now comfortable publicly saying "your body my choice" to females as young as elementary school with impunity. Men are proudly announcing that their response to the sex strikes will be to rape. Im done. Idk why after everything else this is the breaking point but it is. If they've decided that we are literally going to act like violent animals, we can no longer afford to take the moral high ground. If they want to be at war let's be at war.

Females, carry a weapon. If you can trust your mental health to not harm yourself with a gun, get a gun. If you dont live in a place where you can get a gun, get a knife. Get your little sisters and cousins who are too young to buy a knife themself a knife (i think it was my sisters 14 or 15th birthday when a boy had made a joke about raping her a few moths earlier and frightened her so i bought her a pretty rainbow knife and a copy of SCUM manifesto). Get girl children who are too young to handle a knife pepper spray and stun defenders. Know how to use them, teach other females how to use them. be ready and willing to use them in a "better safe than sorry" mentality. Carry them everywhere; the grocery store, church, grandma's house, if you leave your house have it on you and if you are in your house have it in reach. Shave you heads, stop wearing makeup, dress in clothing that is loose fitting and flat practical shoes that you can run in. Gain a couple pounds. Do weight lifting instead of focusing on cardio to build muscle at the gym. Make yourselves as unfuckable as you possibly can, your life is literally on the line. Stop going to bars and nightclubs. Stop using hookup and dating apps. Do not get intoxicated in any way around males even males you think you can trust. We can't pretend we live in a world that we "should" live in anymore.

Gay men, transwomen, male allies, women who own a strap, remember that raping a rapist is not only funny, but morally correct. Sexually terrorizing a sexual terrorist is justice because there is no guarantee in the bible that hell actually exists and we need retribution in this life in case god really does forgive in the next. Use STDs as a biological weapon. Make these fuckers afraid. Take away the safety that they take for granted. Take away THEIR choice about what happens to THEIR bodies. They want females to live like WE are in prison, THEY can also live like they are in prison. Im done with being too good a person to stoop to their level, im done with my empathy being used against me by people who have none, there has to be a limit and i have reached mine. Embrace your sisters and harden your hearts toward males as they have hardened their hearts toward you.

[ikeep-forgetting-mypass]

As much as I like matpat I am dreading when he plays ruin because this is just going to fuel his 'gregory is evil' stich which I HATE.

Like, maybe stop demonizing this 9 year old. I get it, he has committed many crimes, as he should, and destroyed the glamrocks, but they can be FIXED. THEY ARE ROBOTS. THEY CAN BE PUT TOGETHER AGAIN AND ARE EVEN STILL FUNCTIONAL EVEN AFTER BEING SHATTERED.

You know who can't be fixed if he loses an arm or an eye? GREGORY (because he isn't a robot because FUCK THAT) like???

He is a homeless kid, of course he's going to be a brutal little shit and prioritizes survival against morals, he is on the fucking streets, and the animatronics have been trying to kill him for an entire night, making him run all across the PizzaPlex. You know how fucking big that place is!?

Also, him betraying Cassie makes zero sense for multiple reasons,

1: He went through fucking hell for Freddy and he only knew him for 6 hours, like. He was willing to steal a car and live with him on the road in one ending, tries to save him in the Afton ending, carries his head around, and is shown to cry when he's disassembled, something he is only seen to do in the Bad Ending or when Freddy is ok.

HE LITERALLY COMMITS MANSLAUGHTER IN ONE ENDING FOR HIS ROBOT-DAD FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Even when Freddy is possessed by Peepaw William, instead of trying to dismantle him, he tries to save him instead, when if it was any other animatronic he wouldn't have hesitated to destroy them.

Because of what the cutouts in Roxy Raceway tell us, Gregory and Cassie have a close friendship, him being the only one to show up to her birthday and giving her a napkin to clean up her tears. When you see his missing posters, you can see Cassie is crying, and due to him being homeless, she probably made those posters herself.

(which i am sorely disappointed if no one has made an angsty thing yet c'mon guys)

(I HC them as siblings, but I guess steel wool said fuck you entropy)

So why, if he was willing to do all of that for Freddy, where it was a plot point for all of the endings, would he betray Cassie and try to kill her? It doesn't make sense to me, adding onto my other point:

2: At the end, as everyone predicted, the mimic was pretending to be Gregory this entire time. I don't know why exactly it was luring cassie, probably to kill her or something, but the mimic is a whole other rant because it brings the books explicitly and that means GGY could be canon which. Ugh.

Anyways, it's revealed again to everyone's predictions, that Gregory isn't in the PizzaPlex, which I think is a missed opportunity but that's just me. Cassie escapes the Mimic and 'gregory' says that she awakened it (Afton) and then the elevator falls.

I see people saying that Gregory killed her, but my question is how?

If he isn't anywhere in the PizzaPlex, and can only see the layout, how was he able to cut the elevator wires if not physically present? Did he teleport? Did he magically get into the mainframe and somehow break it down? No.

In conclusion, if there's an installment following this it better not have a villain Gregory or I swear to God steel wool I am able to forgive you for hello neighbor I will NOT forgive you for that

EDIT: just some more things I want to add because MatPat is playing ruin and I am fueled with dread and excitement.

I see people bringing up the books and the whole patient 46 or 42 or 420 or whichever the fuck, which is still do not get, but I don't understand most things in this franchise anyways so.

Even if the mimic and GGY are canon, I still firmly believe that gregory's actions (if he did do them) were manipulated by William/Glitchtrap, with him being mind-controlled like Vanessa. If your going to demonize him for that, then you would have to do the same thing for Vanessa, who has canonically killed enough children to fill out a newspaper as seen in the Bad Ending when it's revealed Gregory is homeless.

(I don't know how or when old willy put his hands on my boy's mind, but It is not because he is a robot because he isn't. the only reason Freddy say's he's broken is because of censorship.

(PS, please stop censoring horror franchises unless it's actually depicts idk SA, talking to you Megan Is Missing. The original line was that gregory cut himself while in the vents. you didn't need to censor that idqbnofq)

Also, for people saying that Gregory is sadistic for destroying and harvesting the animatronics....

I see your point, and I raise that he is a homeless child who probably just got out of mind-control and is now being chased around a massive mall bigger than a 10 Walmart's and Targets put together, trying to escape 3 (4 and 5 if you count sun & moon and a hell of a lot more counting the security bots and damn endos) eight to seven foot hunks of heavy metal and sharp teeth capable of and known for destroying security bots because of Pizza and Jealousy Issues (Roxy and Chica) another that's infamous for destroying fences, his own room and is rumored/thought to have destroyed another robot, and a security guard who, (in yet again deleted voice lines that should have been in the game god damnit steel wool) he saw change into a skipping bunny with a kitchen knife all trying to kill him with only one protector for 6-7 hours straight with barely a moment to breathe.

What do you expect? him to be all "I'm so sorry *cries* let's all be friends!!" NO. in a better world and in a better made game maybe we could have that, but in this world no. Maybe he's a little remorseful, but in the way you kill a bug kind of remorseful.

Also, again, homeless children who probably had to raise themselves aren't going to be the most morally aware children, of course he's going to worry about his and the one person/robot who took care of him in a while above the ones who are attempting to murder him.

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Disclaimer: I do not own any Planet Puto Character - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: Am I insane and out of my mind? Yes. Was I in the middle of a creativity block and just pulled this world building shit out of thin air? Also yes.

~Royalty! AU~ INTRODUCTION

"That one looks half decent..."

Lakan smirked as he pointed into you using the sharp end of his sword, not caring if you're already trembling. Is it because of the fear? or maybe it's from being on your knees on the snowy ground with nothing but thin and tattered clothes for god knows how long, you don't really know at this point.

The military general leans down to your level hand grabbing your cheeks roughly and forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me, peasant. What entertaining stuff can you do? Careful about your answer, your life depends on it." His voice, although very soft and playful has that menacing tone that didn't fail to give you goosebumps.

The ground was cold and the air was thick— filled with cries for mercy as Lakan's troops destroy and slaughter whatever they lay eyes on.

"I- I can play instruments and write poetry, Sir." You stuttered as your voice get struck in your throat.

"We're taking this one home." Lakan grinned at your response before letting go of your face.

"This will do for Maliksi's birthday present. Now let's pack up before the enemy's reinforcements arrive. Just set fire to everything then let's call it a day."

The servants looked at you somberly as you were dragged out of the carriage and into the palace gates, the soldiers handling you roughly. You can't blame them, after all you are nothing but a peasant from the losing side of this wretched war. These people are the ruthless victors, their hands soaked with the blood of your fellow civilians that unfortunately got caught in the middle of slaughter.

"Lakan, what is the meaning of this?" A firm voice caught your attention but you kept your head lowered on the ground.

Makisig quickly motioned towards his courtesans to help you stand up as he walked towards Lakan.

"Oh, if it isn't my own brother, the King." Lakan tauntingly said as he bowed slightly. He's always despised the idea of Makisig ascending to the throne despite being younger than him.

That position was meant for him, yet here he is, reduced to being the general who spends more time outside the palace walls instead of seating on that fancy throne he's always dreamt of.

"Cut it out! What are you doing? You do know that the enemies already called defeat and you can't be taking in anymore war prisoners!"

"Prisoner? That one was a present for our youngest brother."

"A present?! Our brother is nothing like you! He won't enjoy such fatuity—"

"And? Who does he take after then? Everyone here knows that the young prince isn't soft like you! Hell, I bet he'll be a better king than you!"

Makisig's royal guards quickly drew blade and pointed it at the general. They will not stand for any slander against the King. It is a crime of treason afterall and will be punishable by death. The King sighed, "Lower your blades! He's still my brother."

Lakan softly chuckled as he turned to walk away. "See? I told you. Soft. Please have your courtesans clean up and dress that girl, then take her to my room. I'll deliver her myself to Maliksi."

You shivered at the first touch of cold water into your skin as the royal courtesans started giving you a bath. You've literally been in crossfire and to say that you are filthy is an understatement. You didn't even know how Lakan was able to spot you amongst the civilians.

No one was talking, probably out of pity for you and what you went through— your kingdom just lost the war, your town was burnt to a crisp, you watched the others getting killed infront of you. You are someone who lost everything.

After your bath, they dressed you up in a fine dress, probably too grand from what you were expecting, and then they proceeded to put your curly hair up in a bun using an intricate pin.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but admire your reflection. Funny what a bath and some fancy fabric can do.

"You look pretty." One of the courtesans whispered as she gave you a kind smile. All of them looked hopeful and sweet, probably wishing you good fate inside the very walls of this palace just like them. They all lined up as they silently lead you to Lakan's quarters.

"Bring her in and leave." Lakan said from the inside of the room before the royal courtesans can even knock. They did just that but before they finally close the door, they looked at each other before giving you a reassuring nod.

As soon as the doors closed, the royal courtesans raced towards Maliksi's quarters. He wasn't the friendliest towards them, and they will surely be yelled at for disturbing him at this time, but they all know Lakan and the poor fate every other lady went through after spending time alone with him in his quarters. They cannot just do nothing after sending you to your possible doom.

Lakan's room is dark yet you can feel his stares boring a hole to your very being. "Guess I was right, you do look good."

The general smirked as he slowly walked towards you. "A poet and a musician doesn't have a right to look this good. It'll be such a waste to just give you to my youngest brother afterall." He softly said, his hot breath fanning into your neck as he leans in while his hand reaches out to slightly slide the dress down and reveal your left shoulder.

"Maybe I should get a taste first, before giving you to Maliksi."

You grabbed fistfuls into your dress as you held yourself from talking back or trying fighting him off— you knew this man would not hesitate in killing you if you do something as much as turn down his advances.

You can feel warm tears form and trickle down your cheeks, knowing that you can't ask him to stop if you wanted to live.

"I don't accept leftovers, brother. It's rude to gift someone stuff that you already used." A cold voice emerged from the shadows as you felt being snatched from Lakan's grip and being pulled as someone held you gently by your waist.

"Gods! Maliksi, can you stop doing that?! I know that you're the only one blessed with magic among us but just stop popping out of the shadows, it creeps me out. Can't you use a fucking door like a normal person?"

"It's called teleportation magic. I didn't popped out of the shadows, your room is just as dark as your soul. Anyway, you boldly declared this lady as a present for me earlier and I have eyewitnesses. I came here to pick her up." Maliksi nonchalantly said as he rolled his eyes, still holding you close to him.

"It's those courtesans...I knew it! If it weren't for the King's protection, I would've already cut their heads off." Lakan muttered underneath his breath while he gritted his teeth. "Aaaww, come on, brother! Can't we share just this once—"

Maliksi's expression hardened as he looked Lakan up and down. You can feel just how intimidating this man is despite him being shorter than the general.

"I believe we already established that since we were kids....That if you try touching what's mine, I'll be burning your fingers off." The young prince coldly said, his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

Lakan chuckled as he slowly backed away. He wasn't irritated at how his youngest brother is acting— oh, this is so much better than him being a big pretentious softy just like the King.

"As you wish, brother." The general smiled, everything is going according to his plan afterall.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hi! Welcome to the Royalty! Au that involves Planet Puto (philmytcrea au) characters. I do not own them, they are HC's Original Characters.

Please follow and support them here: https://www.tumblr.com/ask-emilz-de-philz / @ask-emilz-de-philz

I wanted to take time to clarify that this is fiction on fiction.

Yes, Lakan, Makisig, and Maliksi are brothers in this AU.

Yes, we hab King! Makisig here.

Lakan is the oldest, but Makisig was the one who ascended to the throne after their father died.

Yes, there is an ongoing war and Y/N (You/ Reader) is from the enemy kingdom who just declared Loss/ Defeat against Makisig's Kingdom.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND APPRECIATING WHAT I WRITE! ;;

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday Eden Tobisa!

Turns out our favorite clock girly has her birthday on New Year's Eve! What a nice date for such a nice girl! Let's do a character analysis, fun facts, and songs!

-We know relatively little about Eden's backstory. The most notable thing we know about her life before the killing game, apart from her fascination with clocks, is what is revealed in her chapter 2 secret: "Ever since you kissed her, you were afraid your sexuality would ruin your friendships." Which is pretty straightforward; she's canonically a lesbian and is worried it would negatively affect her friendships.

-Literally the only other thing we know about her backstory is that she lived in Japan for a small period of time when she was younger, before moving back to the US. This was revealed in a Q&A.

(... You know, I made a deranged theory in my Mai post that maybe the girl that Eden kissed was actually Mai. It wasn't very serious, since it was just a silly way to try to explain what the hell Eden's quote in the Mai page could mean. But... we know Teruko was in Japan for a while when she was younger, and it's theorized she knew Mai before being separated from her at some point. Combined with Mai's name being seemingly Japanese, it could imply Mai also lived in Japan at some point. And if that's the case, it's possible she met Eden there? To be clear, that's still an insane possibility, but I do find it a funny possibility, which is why I'm sharing it)

-Apart from that, Eden's defining trait is her optimism and her trust in others. She sticks to Teruko's side even after she starts pushing everyone away in CH 1, and confesses to her that she believes "not caring about others is the worst way to live." She's importantly not naive, she does know their situation is horrible, but still she constantly searches for an exit and tries to build good friendships with the others.

-This includes baking with Min, Rose and Teruko in CH1, inviting Teruko and Arei to make clocks on CH2, etc. Basically, she's awesome and nice and mature.

-Also she loves clocks. Regular Ultimate stuff, she can apparently spend hours and hours working and losing track of time.

-Although for such an optimistic character, her secret quote is quite ominous. "You can't go back, no matter how hard you try." We have zero clue what this means at the moment, but at least it does fit the symbolism of time always moving forward.

-Meanwhile, her quote in the Mai page is "She kept calling the number, even though no one picked it up." This is even more incomprehensible! Eden, what in the world are you talking about?

-Alright, David MV. She doesn't have a color in Color Theory, but her numeral is XII (twelve). Go to 1:48:28 in this video for an explanation. God it's so convenient to have that lol.

Alright fun facts!

-As stated, her birthday (December 31st) lands on New Year's Eve. Maybe representing new beginnings or change, which certainly goes well with her character. How nice!

-Like most of the cast, she's American and right-handed.

-She's one of the only characters with dyed hair. Her hair was originally just brown.

-Her favorite color is daffodil yellow, because it's happy, and her least favorite color is blue, because it's "kind of a downer color." Areden shippers in shambles.

-Her favorite ice cream flavor is honeycomb. I didn't even know that existed but go off queen.

-She enjoys cute fashion, but also enjoys wearing androgynous style clothing.

-She likes food which is fun to make or prepare. How nice!

-She's biracial; her mother is black and her father is Japanese. This is why she spent a bit of time in Japan when she was younger.

-Her name in kanji is 飛佐【とび ・ さ】楽【いーでん】. Gonna leave any actual meaning as homework, but it's worth noting her name was anglicized. I think that would translate to "Iden", but her mother liked the name "Eden", so they went with that instead.

Finally, songs that remind me of her!

-Positive Parade by DECO*27

-Gone Fishing by Ghost & Pals (friendship!)

-Aura by Ghost & Pals

-In Iolite by Ghost & Pals

-Magnet by minato

-Those Who Carried On by Ghost & Pals

-I'm Glad You're Evil Too by PinocchioP

And Happy Birthday! And a happy new year! Well wishes to all you Tumblr peeps. Take care!

[chickennuggetofchaos]

aoughhhh thoughts on the new saga

The Challenge

shout out to anna lea ‼️ even though we already had clips of the full song, it was even better in finished form! so much cleaner it took me a while to get used to it because i listened to the clips so many times!

i love anna lea's voice smm

cut song referenced ‼️ man of the house is so catchy but i get why they had to cut it out

Hold Them Down

the intro is so good omgg

the suitors voices are amazing they're such good singers jorge really knows how to pick the voice actors

they kept the diplomatic mission part!! i was wondering if they would since telemachus' line was changed. i'm glad they did keep it

what a lame birthday party 🙄 /ref

literal CHILLS from this song omgg antinous' voice actor is so good i know i keep talking about how good the singers are but OMGGGG

antinous being killed right at the end ‼️ hell yeah get his ass odysseus‼️‼️

Odysseus

i will never get over how ODYSSEUS is sung like POLYPHEMUS like aoughh jorge you and your parallels and motifs

ik other posts have talked about this but like,,,,,the parallels,,,,between odysseus and all the other "monsters" he had to face,,,,,coughs

odysseus just sounds so done with everything like he just wants to get back to his wife

"you don't think i know my own palace? I BUILT IT" GOES SO HARD

speaking of parallels (again) THE PARALLELS BETWEEN ODYSSEUS TRYING TO REASON WITH POLYPHEMUS/POSEIDON AND THE SUITOR TRYING TO REASON WITH ODYSSEUS?? OMGGG

open arms reference is crazy

oughh nooo poor telemachus

also you stupid idiotic suitors what did you think attacking odysseus' SON was going to do besides make him even angrier

HELL YEAH TELL THEM ODYSSEUS 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

I Can't Help But Wonder

this song is so tender aoughh i just know if i get to watch it live i'm going to turn into a waterfall 💔💔💔

you can just hear the emotion they put into it

i love how it all comes full circle

their opposite character arcs!!!

odysseus learning ruthlessness is necessary sometimes

athena learning empathy is important too

like i just said it all really does come full circle

wait that made me think of the cut song

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

oh my gods

i can't pick a favorite part in this song it's all so good

odysseus singing penelope's name at the start 🥺

((help this is where i fell asleep while typing this (around like, 1AM for me) and i'm currently typing this at 11:44pm 😔))

every time they say waiting i take 10 emotional damage points

OLIVE TREE BED THEM AND THEIR OLIVE TREE BED SUGOSGOUSUKGSKGUGKUSKUGSHGKKHGSBKHSHKB

honestly this part is just as good as reading it in the odyssey like aoughhh

IT ENDS WITH I LOVE YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[yujeong]

I want to compare our opinions about Pete so hand them down!

Aww, how kind of you. A certain someone would ask "Why compare?", but we'll ignore his philosophical ramblings this time :3 How I feel about Pete He's literally changed the trajectory of my entire life, so... I kind of hate him (affectionate) ❤️ All the people I ship romantically with Pete / My non-romantic OTP for Pete Here's where I beg to differ, because I ship Pete with (almost) everybody! I just want to pass him around to *all* the men and see what comes out of it. It doesn't have to be romantic in the typical sense, it doesn't have to be good, hell it doesn't even have to be hot, it just has to have a dynamic that will make my brain go brrr. Besides VegasPete, which is the obvious choice, some of my favourites include PorschePete, ArmPete, KinnPete and KimPete, each of them for completely different reasons:

PorschePete have, what me and @wretchedamaranth love to call, a "secret third thing" of a relationship. Not platonic, not romantic, but something else, something only they can understand. I've written them this way before and I just love it so fucking much.

ArmPete represents my desperate need for someone to fall utterly in love with Pete and not have their feelings reciprocated; this is where Arm comes in. I have around 3k words of fic written for them, but it'll probably never see the light of day.

KinnPete is just bad vibes galore. They have negative sexual energy together, but their dynamic is screaming at me to notice, and I can't say I haven't. The true pet play dynamic, if we're being honest.

KimPete is... I don't even know how to describe it. I think what makes me go crazy about them (to the point of writing 25k words of pre-canon material for how their relationship came to be) is how similar, yet different they are as characters. Both closed off, both unwilling to share parts of themselves due to not even knowing themselves enough to do so, both such intricate puzzles to solve. Everything Kim is different from Pete, he's similar to Vegas, but not to the point of them being the same person. I don't know, I really, really like this one.

As for my non-romantic OTP, it has to be Macau&Pete. I have never been this obsessed with a platonic relationship that was barely shown in canon before. I have to thank Lusn and her brilliant fics once again, I'm never getting over them - I have someone's birthday gift to write after all ❤️ My unpopular opinion about Pete God, I have so many. I'll share 2 at the top of my head without explaining myself; I'd rather not be a nuisance about my niche opinions for the millionth time:

Pete isn't a masochist or into degradation or into pet play. The main thing I believe he is very much into - which is intensely backed up by canon - is being the most sub to ever sub.

I don't think Pete killed his father. I don't think he ever thought of killing his father. I don't think he ever wanted to kill his father.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with Pete in canon

Fuck, that's such a tough question. Honestly, I am starving for more safehouse moments, especially between episodes 11-12, because they skipped Pete getting better - or at least as better as he could get. So I'd add more scenes of Pete being sick in the show, and one moment I'd loved the show to have expanded upon is when Vegas found Pete unconscious and at the verge of death in episode 11. Vegas nourishing Pete back to health when he has no idea what the fuck he's doing while crying his eyes out? Damn I need this so much it makes me want to cry myself.

[no-gram]

ACT1 Bizarre Poems

Hey, you. You know, don't you? Outside of this dream system of ours. A character that doesn't exist. A curse. A little tea party. This is a kind of boundary that is about to break.

Thinking back, it might have been the same at that time.

In the middle of the night My heart pauses for a moment That's when I have scary dreams.

There is a wall between me and those girls. I'm not talking about distance. There is a literal wall. I've been here so long, it feels like I've been here since birth, but I still clearly remember being brought here by her. Today I dream again that tomorrow I will be killed.

One day, there was a crack in this wall. Another day, the crack got bigger. I don't know what is beyond this crack, because there is only a mercury lamp here. But I can see the glittering neon lights on the other side. Maybe it's heaven on the other side.

When you want to kill one person When you want to kill someone You're the only one? and you come to me

the sound of something cracking in my head. 　I wish I could go on and on and on and on and on and on …… and …… the sound of me laughing

'ohohohohohohohohoho' 'yihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi' “hahahahahahahahahahaha” “huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.” Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle. Rumble-rattle-rattle-rattle. Rumble, rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle. Serves you right

From the corner of the blue sky “from the corner of the blue sky “who's staring at me and wondering what I'm doing. You did it with flair. I would have died otherwise. What are you going to do now? I'm gonna kill all the xxx except you. I'm not gonna stop you. I'm not a admin. What are you going to do with this? Let's get her in there. I won't help you. She's not that bad. She's the one who locked me in there, and more importantly, she won't have it herself. She deserves at least a parting gift. I see.

Why didn't you say so earlier? Because it wants you to be whole. I can't go against that. Then I've done the worst thing I could ever do to them. Not really. I'm just optimizing it over and over again. What about you, what do you do? I'll just optimize. If it brings you peace. Well, I guess this is goodbye. Maybe we'll see each other again soon. We are not the cause of this ＿＿＿＿ hatred, and there is no one here to hate. “Happy birthday to you, even though it's not what I expected at all.”

Oh. What a horrible torment. This beautiful, delightful island is now a skunky hell. Oh, God. Oh, God. Why don't you just kill us both at once? …………

…… everything is a fetus's dream. …… that little girl's scream… …… this dark ceiling… …the sunlight on that window………No…no………Everything that happens today is like that……… ……I'm still in my mother's womb. I'm suffering from algae scratchings from this horrible “fetal dream”. ……

……How about it……Do you remember……your name…… ……huh Still don't get it……? ……. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's because you still stuck in the habit of thinking with my brain's marrow.

The real prelude went something like this, and the next time I woke up, I knew what I had to do. The number of precious things lost will crack, and the idol will be broken. I don't want that anymore. Even if no one understands me, I won't make a mistake next time.

So, so please… don't make a mistake. We have done nothing wrong. No one has made a mistake yet. The hatred that needs to be directed is in your world.

The one-winged angel, the one who doesn't want to be saved, the one who was burned by her fallen love, the one who tormented me, they were not wrong. There must be a way.

A revisionist and monstrous work, based on a quote from a monster who speaks the name of a certain dream and an afterimage from a bygone era.

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[intertexts]

GOODMORNING ITS TRIVA TIIIIME

EPISODE 29 TRIVIA:

- they actually rerecorded this episode. bizly wanted dakotas lesson to be strategy so ORIGINALLY they were fucking. playing chess. for two hours. according to charlie "they had chess dot com open. I don't know where condi was but I was physically prone on the other side of my room like hiding behind something" SO THEY HATED IT. AND THEN RERECORDED IT AND ENDED UP WITH THIS.

- DAKOTA IS OFFICIALLY 18. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. really funny that this happens in the hyperbolic time chamber where time in the real world doesn't actually move.

- THERES ART FOR THE BOULDER THING !!!! ITS AWESOME I LOVE THEM

- grizzly: "in the beginning were you guys told to tell me that you were quitting the Prime defenders?"

condi: "no, not at all. that just came out naturally I think"

charlie: "I was so sad to see how heartbroken dakota got at that"

EXPLANATIONS:

condi: "I mean vyncent doesn't really... get it. a lot of hardship has come from being the prime defenders I don't think he sees it as worth all that. dont worry i dont think this is a permanent state of mind for vyncent, hes a malleable little boy, but its where hes at right now. itll change with time but right now hes a little jaded"

charlie: "williams whole plan was, now that he's basically wisp-free and given a new lease on life (< side note. phrase that causes me harm specifically) his plan was to find a way to return this smoke soul and help save ashe and then after that.. who knows"

- dakota ended that scene with "I never wanted to do it alone" and that's what gave him the idea to have them help him with the boulder. he didn't want to do it alone

- the only reason william is still here at all is because of dakota and vyncent. if they weren't here he would've been gone ages ago

- YIPPEE. YOU GET TO SEE JASON ORIGAMI FINALLY. 3/3 OF THE PRIME FORCE COLLECTED. HI JASON <3

- THEY KEEP QUOTING ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN IN REFERRNCE TO WILLIAM. DO THEY WANT ME DEAD.

- chaos beano :]

- cue anime talk for like 10 minutes. prime defenders the weeb podcast ever <3

- OK AWESOME. BIZLY TALKING ABOUT THE CHAOS DEMON: "the way it kinda works is like... the chaos demon lost all sense of personality. yknow it was a soul at one point, but the longer you're in a place like where he was, you just lose what makes you you. imagine you're in a place where people are screaming all the time and you don't even know if the screams are coming out of your own mouth and it's just eternal nothing and everything (< horrifying!). and then when he latched onto you, dakota, it became like feeding off of your negative emotions"

- "What is dakotas worst fear personified? Who is dakota afraid of the most?"

grizzly DOES NOT ANSWER THIS >:| however he does say "it was a really good choice to show him the fall right away. had he not turned into le frog I think I would've played dakota a lot more serious. but because it went from the fall to doug to le frog *then* to ashe, I think it just pissed him off more than it scared him"

- "people try to scare us by looking like ashe a lot"

"okay, no, its only been TWO people and one of them IS ASHE."

- charlie: "yeah I was nervous about that encounter considering I looked at my sheet and all I have is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano"

- charlie slime has put together a william playlist it's it's my life mission to find it now. I found the ashe playlist I can do this. I need to judge his music taste.

- theyre talking about jason dying in one of the big darkstar battles and everything and grizzly goes "wow it's crazy how dakota was there and saw all of that"

HELP THAT'S SO FUNNY. frankly i would love to see the two hour chess hell session that's so funny to me oh my god. ALSO DAKOTA 18 WHOOOO he can get shot now!!! great!!

literally took so much psychic damage over the quitting the prime defenders talk. head in hands. im so ill over them... oh boy can't wait to see william stay wisp free and enjoy his new lease on life and be a normal uneventful teenager again !! im sure thats what the next few episodes are about!! ^__^;;

but mac he's literally an angel with a shotgun fighting til the wars done!! he wants to live not just survive!!!

prime defenders weeb podcast of all time... were they talking about one piece. thats my guess. one piece & dragon ball. also the more they talk about chaos demons the worse it is!!! fucked up!!! especially with the new knowledge from the oneshot etc! can't wait for someone to get tossed in there!!

all he has is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano.... i love u william wisp. god. also PLAYLIST... good luck finding it....

[olberic]

ranking anime i’ve watched in 2023:

as expected, here’s this year’s top 10 for how much i personally enjoyed the anime i’ve watched this year. ive watched more than this, but god i watched so many bad ones…. even number 10 sucks but everything else was worse. sad!

as always thank u gifmakers for ur service 🫡 the world would be nothing without u all

10. the legendary hero is dead! (2023)

dont watch this show. it sucks and its bad. hey. come here. hold my hand. now lets just watch and enjoy the OP ok? don't worry about the rest.

9. my daughter left the nest and returned as an s-rank adventurer (2023)

i have to admit this show charmed me. its not the best thing ive ever seen but its nice. comfy. yknow? i haven't finished it but it's enjoyable. can't rank it higher until i finish it

8. sabikui bisco (2022)

if it werent for the positively nonsensical jump in the middle of the show and the way theres just like. a lot of gaps? it’d rank higher. it’s a very cool premise for a show and i like the bisco/milo dynamic, and [SISTER] is fun as hell. it didnt wow me though overall, and while i enjoyed it i was hoping for more.

7. trigun stampede (2023)

im sorry trigun stans i simply didnt love it. i see the appeal i really do but it just didnt hook me. i really liked the animation and the storyline. im intrigued by whatever the fuck is going on with those plants and yall have said theres a tallgirl in the next season? so i’ll keep watching. i just didnt love it

6. that time i got reincarnated as a slime (2019-2021)

in contrast to #7, i can see why this show is weak HOWEVER i just enjoyed it. i like it. huge fan of how much gender the protag has. i love how they get new powers. i enjoy that it can be interpreted as an extremely bisexual show. it was well paced and the slime diaries OVA was a great addition. a lot of the characters really stuck with me too and its like. idk. one of my favourite isekais i guess

5. buddy daddies (2023)

this should rank higher. its so fun. its SO fun. its silly and it doesnt take itself seriously. i laughed in every episode. the dynamic between the guys is great. the dynamics between them and the kid is great. just a really solid show if you can stand the queerbaiting. i dont even care

4. bocchi the rock! (2022)

the bocchi side of tumblr is right this show rules. i like how real bocchi’s social anxiety feels (literally how it felt when i had it). the characters are entertaining, the show’s well done, they even have solid music (which band-based shows dont always do right!). its really funny and its really earnest and its a joy to watch

3. demon slayer: swordsmith village arc (2023)

i included the entertainment district arc in last year’s list so this arc makes the cut. im always late getting around to watch the new stuff and i dont want to read the manga but god DAMN does this show hit different. incredible fight scenes. i loved everything they did for the hashira backstories. i love whatever the fuck is up with genya. it even gave me some akaza to sustain me for the next year or whatever. ik this show gets overhyped but its normal hyped. to me.

2. frieren: beyond journey's end (2023)

oughhh frieren… ive only known this show for a few months but it means to much to me… i dont even wanna talk about it because its so good i just wanna watch it again. go watch frieren if you havent already its anime of the decade. to me

1. gundam: the witch from mercury (2022-2023)

ive never seen a gundam before but i will be watched them after this! what can be said about it that hasnt already been said on this site. the romance storyline is impeccable, the fights are awesome, the moral questions it posed were excellently covered. by the end of the first episode i was speechless. by the end of the last episode i'd cried like 4 times over the course of the show. this thing made me cry to happy birthday. what the fuck

[urbanxfantasy]

What’s currently going on with Toni and the gang?

So the thing is not a whole lot has been going on the past few months because Real Life happened to basically everyone in my discord group and we've been collectively busy, but I'm going to take this opportunity to summarise what's been going on for the past few years because people I haven't written with since 2016 are here again and explaining what's up with Toni now is an endeavour.

So:

(Tumblr I swear to all that is holy stop moving my read more)

2016-2018

2016 was a hell of a year for Toni. The absolute worst year of her life. Her adopted nephilim sons were murdered as part of infernal politics, Zeke vanished with his brothers in the wake of it, she herself was killed by Hanael due to actions taken to protect Lucida, and then Lucida herself was killed by a different demon anyway after expending her life debt bringing Toni back.

She doesn't do grief well. Can't sit in sadness. She got angry, because anger can save her when everything else is gone, and right then everything else was gone. She left New Orleans with one goal in mind; find a way to kill the demon who killed her children. At the time, she expected this goal to follow her into the afterlife.

At some point in her search for answers she came across Zeke, out on a depression bender after becoming disillusioned with his brother's quick rush into their next misadventure, but they parted ways again soon after.

2019

Toni met Mara (then possessing and going by Malcolm), the literal Whore of Babylon and queen of the NOLA crossroads, online and arranged a coffee date. Discovering that they rather enjoyed each other's company, the pair began to hang out more often. A few months later Toni made Mara her first birthday cake, and the demon's strong reaction to being shown basic kindness means they've been best friends ever since, even if Mara did insist on telling her that her body was "10/10, would posess"...

Ray, one of Mara's underlings and her current lieutenant, was assigned as Toni's bodyguard. Proving to be extremely food-motivated, he has since become Toni's roommate.

2020

Due to the pure coincidence of @concentratedbitterness picking a royal demon name out of a hat and landing on Andras: When Toni learnt that Marquis Andras, the instigator in her children's murder (and factor in much more of 2016's chaos besides) was causing problems for Mara in a bid to expand his own territory by snatching away the one she has worked tirelessly for centuries to make profitable, she sensed an opportunity for at least some petty revenge and threw what resources she had behind the pit demon. However, twists of politics and the revelation of personal secrets (first, that Toni is a former hunter and competent exorcist that the demon had neither suspected or guarded against, and second that Mara has a son whose creation was engineered by Hell to be a God Killer, who had not died during birth as she had lead Hell to believe but was in fact hidden away and being raised by his angelic father) forced more drastic action.

Mara needed to kill Andras.

Toni wanted Andras' death to be by her own hand.

Toni then asked Mara to possess her. Combining the demon's strength and power reserves with Toni's hunter background and research into the weaknesses of that one Marquis in particular, they brought the bastard down.

(In the intervening time, Malcolm, who Mara had intended to re-possess, was set free by Ray...)

Unfortunately, weakened in the aftermath of their victory, they were captured by other demons. This forced Mara's husband, the angelic father of her hidden son, to come out of hiding to rescue her, leading to his own capture by Heaven soon after. In a bid to protect his family, he agreed to take up his long dodged responsibility of overseeing the realm of Purgatory on the condition that they be allowed to come with him. Therefore, Mara (now in possession of a new, brain-dead host after Toni kept telepathically scaring off any conscious girl she tried to pick off the street) found herself dragged to Purgatory against her will, leaving Toni in possession of her earthly estate.

Around the same time, Malcolm, who had been taken on as an appentice by the long-time patron and distant relative of the Brockways, the warlock Santiago de Castilla, kidnapped Ray after rediscovering the notes of Santiago's former apprentice snd reignited an experiment begun on Ray several years earlier; a process to cleanse a demonic soul.

After a negative reaction to part of the experiment lead to Ray tearing off Malcolm's leg and escaping, Toni reconnected with her former roommate. Though her relationship to both parties was strained (with Ray for letting Malcolm go despite the risk he posed to Mara and herself, and with Malcolm for obvious reasons) she offered whatever assistance she could in seeing the experiment succeed, as in it she saw an opportunity to rescue her condemned-by-birth children, if something could only be done to retrieve their souls from Hell.

In the time between their rescue and Mara moving to a new host, Toni became aware through observing Mara and Hanael's private conversations by proxy that Han had begun a put rebellion in Hell which was taking full advantage of the chaos sewn by their assassination of Andras.

After a few months getting affairs in order, Toni and Mara are able to reconnect digitally if not in person. At the same time, Zeke quit his depression bender and reconnected with Toni. After being forced to confront both their grief and feeling for each other they became an official couple.

Toni also took on magic lessons with the fae queen Anna, in order to improve her glamour skills. They came to an understanding regarding Toni's part in her estranged husband's assassination.

With some nudging and woo-to-demon-speak translation work from Toni, Mara transitioned to drawing on Purgatory's energy source as opposed to Hell, suffering many of the same side effects as Ray was during Malcolm's experiment. Noticing the similarities, Toni encouraged the demon to allow information to be shared with her former adversary, helping the experiment with Ray along. Within a few months, Ray was shown to be successfully unbound from Hell.

2021

Toni then heard through the grapevine of supernatural contacts the Han's rebellion continued, but was struggling as the Crowns recovered from the earlier chaos. There lied the next opportunity; to secure her children's souls and take some manner of revenge on the royals who were complicit in their deaths all at once. With Mara's help she made a contract and braved a face to face meeting with Han to present it; all sensitive information gathered on the Crowns during years of overlooked observation and the location of Mara's remaining caches, in return for Han bringing her children along for the ride when he eventually made his run for the door.

While this took place, Mara was crowned Queen of Purgatory, and announced the annexation of the New Orleans territory during the official banquet. What seemed a petty and ill-considered move on its face was actually a calculated play in Toni's favour; resources spent on the territory dispute were resources not available to combat the rebellion or the rescue that relied on it. Meanwhile, New Orleans had been Mara's home base for centuries, with protections against such disputed built into the foundation. All they had to be was activated, and opposition was driven out over night, providing a secure territory for the escapees to retreat to. For security reasons, Toni's family was also moved inside the territory for their protection, revealing the supernatural to them in the process.

Purgatory also began taking in refugees from Hell, with the possibility of freeing them in the same manner as Ray.

Though not without complications, Toni's children were successfully retrieved from Hell, and brought to Purgatory for their own protection. Preparations began to adapt the experiment to their needs. Part of this experiment required drawing blood from the nephilim themselves. While Eli had stabilised and begun to recognise his mom enough to allow it, Asher, who had been much younger at his death and much further along in his demonization, pretended to allow it only long enough for Toni to get close enough to become dinner, then devoured the whole of her lower left arm before anyone could intervein. Devourement being somewhat irreparable, no healing magic would restore it.

Unfortunately, Mara had unintentionally become pregnant with a second god-killer. Heaven discovered this and came knocking at Purgatory's door, spurring Toni to make a deal with Anna for mutual protection of each other's children should trouble come knocking. Anna, learning of Toni's arm situation, offered a fae prosthetic, assuaging Toni's suspicion about the cost by declaring it payment for not going full scorched-earth in her revenge and preventing others from doing the same.

The pregnancy would almost kill Mara, if not for an instance of cross timeline time-travel. Mara's daughter 'Fig' (birth name Antonia), who had been forcibly taken as a ward of Heaven and trained to fulfil the role of the antichrist after it had been rejected by Mara's son in her own timeline, had rebelled against her teachers and jumped through time, seeking the familiar energy signature of Han and Audrey's own god-killer infant daughter. Han, after deducing who she was, attempted to introduce her to Mara in the hope that her power might allow her to rescue the demon from her lethal pregnancy. However, contact between this timeline's foetal Fig and the alternate timeline's adult Fig proved catastrophic, with adult Fig absorbing the very essence of the unborn child and irradiating Mara and her host. Mara re-possessed Toni with her permission and remained dormant within her through months of grief. Only Toni's need to move on with the experiment with her own children convinced the now not quite a demon to take a new host.

The experiment proved a success with Eli, but failed for Asher. Grieving her own child while still not having time to process and box away Mara's grief from the latest possession, Toni threw herself into her work of documenting everything they had achieved and learned.

And then she collapsed.

It turns out that being possessed by what she would later call a 'semi-divine entity' had left Toni with irreparable damage to her health, as Mara had changed her body over the course of her own recovery in order to draw in sufficient energy from Purgatory without knowing the long term consequences it would have for her friend, only to cut Toni off from that energy when she left. She now requires a higher calorie intake to avoid hypoglycaemic crashes, is medicated with a medicine Anna used to regulate her own energy when pregnant by Andras, and must moderate her magic usage to avoid knocking herself out.

Mara's husband also died around this time, leaving Mara as the sole regent yet unable to properly control the realm.

2022

Anna's realm suffered repeat incursions from Hell due to problems caused by the rebellion. When the Crowns refused to take action in accordance with the tithe treaties, Anna cut ties and declared war on Hell. Toni found out about this when the deal she had negotiated to protect her own children was called in by Anna to protect Labella.

With their refugees energy situation proving to be a struggle in an already unstable realm, Toni saw another opportunity and negotiated temporary access to the fae realm's energy in order for Malcolm to try a further experiment on former tithe slaves.

And then there was the bomb.

Hell had smuggled a bomb through agents posing as refugees into Purgatory and planted it at the wellspring of its energy, devastating the realm at large and nearly killing Mara, who ended up possessing Toni again for a brief moment before finding a new host to return and oversee the damage. Though claimed as an assassination attempt, it was a cover for Prince Stolas to steal the remains of the infant Fig in order to do further research into the god-killers.

In the aftermath and with some far less than gentle threats negotiation from Toni, Malcolm was convinced to start working with purgatory in order to solve the refugee energy crisis. To do so, Audrey and Ig tracked down the soul of Augusto de Castilla, Santiago's son, who had been burned at the stake as a result of a deal with Mara to rescue his father from the Spanish inquisition centuries ago. He was an expert in alchemy and time magic.

Also, Toni's little sister started dating Leroy Brockway, Malcolm's nephew. Due to this, she invited Lee's family including Santiago to her family's Christmas dinner. Where Eli, upon learning that Santago's familiar Magdalena had "the same name as Mr Augusto's", spilled the beans about Augusto which until that point had been kept from Santiago lest he do something dangerous.

In the damage control conversation Toni had with Santiago immediately after this, he revealed a book he'd been given supposedly by someone from the future. One of the authors was Antonia herself. She might have thought it was some kind of trick, if it hadn't contained finished paragraphs based on notes she had only just written and not yet shown anyone. It is a book she is already writing without realising, despite swearing to never write a boot on her experiences since Gabriel (the angel of prophets) suggested it to her years ago. She does not want to think about the implications.

It's worth noting that Mara has a blood-vendetta against the entire Brockway bloodline, so when Toni found out Lee had gotten Hannah pregnant, Toni shot him in the ass (she was aiming to kill him, but Hannah pushed her and threw her aim).

Current

Toni is trying to ignore that she's doing prophet things while edging ever closer to doing even more obviously prophet things.

There is an ongoing thread of Toni pointing a celestial-enchanted gun (that Han designed) at Han and telling him to stop threatening to kill her on a whim all the time.

Due to a series of unfortunate and very stupid events, Han crushed Malcolm's hands and no one has managed to convince him to come back to purgatory if and when he recovers yet.

Hannah's pregnancy is ongoing but the timeline has been intentionally blurred until we have time to nail down some key precursor plot points because there's a whole reincarnation thing in here somewhere.

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Most of these plot points are expended on if you read the drabble tags:

Toni's Drabble Tag

and @concentratedbitterness: HERE

I don't know where anyone else involved keeps theirs.

[garmonboziasworld]

Danni Winchester has left her brothers in 2006 after the death of their father, John Winchester. The siblings haven't spoken in years but when the Darkness is released, Danni reunites with her brothers. If she had known what turn her life would take from that moment on, maybe she wouldn't have come back at all. But you can't run from destiny, can you? A Supernatural Lucifer x OC Corruption Arc/Soulmate Trope

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Chapter 1: But when the going gets roufg, we're family

~ 2015 ~

“I can't believe it.”

Danni threw her bag onto the wooden table in the, what her brothers called it, library. They've just arrived at the so-called Men of Letters Bunker. Apparently, her brother's new home. Because they were legacies. She didn't understand that quite yet but that wasn't the most important thing right now at the moment.

“The literal hell breaks loose, apocalypse is rising in which two archangels wanted to use you as their vessels, it turns out we have a half-brother, both of you died and came back several times, one of you got soulless and the other literally became a demon and you just called me now?”

She turned around, hands on her hips and looked at Sam and Dean in turn.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded shortly. “Next to the Leviathans and the purgatory and almost closing hell's gates and the fall of the angels and the Mark of Cain and the release of the Darkness. Just to mention the highlights.”

Danni pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. “Oh my god …”

“Hey, if you hadn't left after Dad had died then maybe none of this would have happened. We could have used the help, you know?”

“Dean,” Sam tried to intervene but it was useless.

“Wow, you managed to hold back your reproaches for the whole car drive until now,” Danni huffed. “Impressive.”

Before Dean could spit back anything, Sam intervened again. “Dean, maybe this is not the right time to work on our family trauma.”

Dean looked at Sam. “Why am I not surprised that you're taking her side? Is this some weird twin shit I can't understand?”

Back in 1983, on the second of May, Mary Winchester gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl. She and her husband John named them Sam and Danni. Exactly six months after their birth, their Mom died. Killed by a demon. John wanted nothing but revenge, his ultimate goal being killing the demon who killed his beloved wife and the mother of his children. His children that John took care of since that day. John hunted the demon and his children were always with him. They grew up hunting, facing all the dark and evil beings that everyone else didn't even know existed. While other children their age went to school and birthday celebrations and were hanging out with friends, the Winchester kids spent their childhood in a car on the neverending roads and in cheap motels. As the oldest, Dean quickly got accustomed to the hunter lifestyle but Sam and Danni always felt different. For different reasons, but they both felt like they did not belong.

Sam was the first who left. Or escaped. To college. It was ugly when he left and Danni will never forget the loud argument her twin brother and her father had the day of Sam's departure. And the time after, without Sam, was hard. His father was angry, Dean was angry, damnit, even Danni was angry. But being the Winchesters they were, no one talked about their feelings. Without her twin brother, Danni felt even more like she didn't belong. Her father and Dean were a unit, the father and his oldest son. His successor, so to say. And then there was her. The youngest. But not just that. She was the girl. And her father let her feel it. She had to stay in the car, had to stay in the motel and when she accompanied them for once, she had to do the dirty job like keeping watch. She could fight and kill, her father had taught her. But still. No matter how hard Danni had tried, it had never been good enough for her father.

But one day, their father did not return from a hunt. And he was nowhere to be found. So Dean and Danni showed up on Sam's doorstep in college and pulled him back in. Danni didn't want to, but Dean insisted. And after numerous hunts and after a while, they found their father again. And they learned about the yellow eyed demon, Azazel. The demon who killed their Mom, Mary. And Sam's girlfriend Jess. And he attacked them as well, wrecking the Impala. Dean and their Dad were wounded, Dean was even dying. But John made a deal with Azazel. To save Dean. He traded his life for the life of his son. He died and Dean lived. But before he died, John told Dean to look after her and Sam. Especially Sam. Because Sam, who got premonitions at that time, was somewhat special to the demon. And if Dean couldn't save him from whatever was coming for him, he would have to kill Sam.

And that was the moment where Danni knew she had to leave.

Her father just died and maybe her older brother had to kill his younger brother and her twin brother. This family was cursed and she was sick of it. So sick of it. Sick of all the drama and mostly, sick of all the dying and losing people. Her Mom, her Dad, and now even maybe Sam? No. She knew she was nothing but selfish to run off some days later in the middle of the night. She left when her brothers were grieving and facing Azazel. When Sam was confronted with whatever caused his premonitions, with whatever made him so special to the demon. She felt awful leaving her brothers alone but maybe her father had been right when he told her once that she was too weak for all of this. 

And now she was back with them, after all those years.

“You know what?” Dean said and raised his hands. “Whatever. I'm tired. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

He walked past her, making his way to his room in the bunker. Danni looked after him until he disappeared.

“So he's still avoiding any kind of conflict? Or emotional talks?” she asked Sam who just shrugged.

“Hunting is not the only thing he learned from Dad.”

“Well, I guess you're right,” she admitted.

Silence filled the air. Awkward silence. It has been years after all since they've talked to each other. Sam cleared his throat.

“Okay, uhm … how about I'll show you around?”

“Wow.” Danni shook her head. “Bobby wasn't exaggerating.”

“Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Yes. I stayed in contact with him and I asked him about the two of you whenever we talked.”

“So you knew what was going on?”

“Sort of.”

They were sitting at the small table in the kitchen. Sam with a bottle of beer in front of him and Danni with a cup of coffee. Sam had told her everything that has happened since she had left them. She got the short version during the car drive to the bunker but now Sam had given her every small detail.

Sam just nodded silently and looked down onto the table. Danni eyed him with her blue eyes and the guilt she had been carrying around for so long laid heavy on her heart. She ran her hands through her auburn brown, layered cut waist length hair. 

“So, whose idea was it to call me?”

Sam took a few seconds to answer. “Mine.”

Danni scoffed. “Of course it was. Should have known. Let me guess, Dean wasn't thrilled by it.”

“Danni, don't make this harder for you than it already is.”

“Sam, I-” Danni started but he quickly interrupted her.

"No. It's … You don't have to explain it. Not to me. I ran away as well, remember? I went to College, tried to live a normal life. We haven't talked for three years before you and Dean came to me, asking me to help searching for Dad.”

“Yes, but I ran away when you and Dean needed me and I didn't try to live a normal life, I kept on hunting. And even when I heard from Bobby what happened to both of you, I did not come back. I mean, god dammit Sammy, you went through hell and back, literally, and what did I do? You know, Dean is right. I should have never left you. You really needed my help.”

“We did. But Dean and I made stupid decisions as well and we respected your decision. You didn't call us, and we didn't call you. And we can't change anything anymore, so why dwell on it? You're here now, aren't you? Just like me back then, you're with us again.”

“Yes. That only means that the situation really is serious. Like when Dad disappeared. We only get our lost family back into business when we really need it and we don't know what else to do, hm? But I still don't understand how I'm supposed to help. I don't have a secret weapon against the Darkness up my sleeve.”

“We need all the help we can get. Even if it's just doing research, hitting the books. We have tons of them here in the bunker, there must be something somewhere. But it will take forever when I do it all by myself.”

“Why won't Dean help you?”

“Really, Danni?” Sam laughed quietly. “Dean and books?”

“... right,” she mumbled and took a sip of her coffee. When she put the cup down again, she sighed quietly. “Do you think he'll ever forgive me?”

“Of course,” Sam said and furrowed his brows. “Why shouldn't he, you're our baby sister.”

“Hey, he may say it, he's four years older than me. But you are just four minutes older,” Danni said and looked at Sam's amused face. “But I'm serious, Sam. I may have been his little sister back then but now after all these years? I've been gone for almost ten years. You know how begrudging he can be. Just like Dad.”

“Yeah, I know.” Sam sighed. “But when the going gets rough, we're family. That's what it all comes down to. Right? He forgave me so he'll forgive you as well.”

Danni nodded. “You're probably right, yeah.”

“So, what did you do all those years? Where were you?”

“I was hunting. In Canada, mostly.”

“Really?” Sam huffed. “Are the monsters there just as nice as the people?”

“Unfortunately not, no.” Danni laughed quietly. “They're just as mean and ugly as everywhere.”

“Now that's comforting to know,” Sam said.

“And I have been in Europe for a while. They have some crazy shit over there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Bicho-Papão, The Dullahan, Mörkös, Pijavica, Black Dogs. Actually quite interesting if you don't have to deal with them.”

“Sounds like you've been busy.”

“I kept myself occupied, yes. But so did you.”

Sam nodded, still smiling. Then he stood up. “Come on, I'll show you your room.”

Danni stood up as well and followed Sam through the hallways of the bunker until they reached the living quarters. Sam opened the door to one of the rooms and turned up the lights. It wasn't special but it had all the necessary things. A bed, a dresser and a small table with a chair.

“The bathrooms and showers are down the hallway to the right. You'll find everything you need there.”

“Okay,” Danni said and put her bag on the bed. “Thanks, Sammy.”

He gave her a hug and an encouraging smile. “Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow. And don't worry about Dean, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, see you tomorrow.”

Sam walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Left alone, Danni sat down on the bed and looked around. So this was going to be her home for now.

On the next morning, she took a quick shower and made her way to the kitchen. She could smell the fried bacon which could only mean one thing. Dean was already up and making breakfast. As she walked into the kitchen, he was standing at the stove, concentrated on the pan before him.

“Morning,” she said and Dean turned around.

“Morning,” he replied briefly and looked at her as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “Seriously?” He asked and she turned around to him, confused.

“What?”

He pointed at her with his cooking spoon. “Nick Cave? Are you still listening to this dark, melancholic, depressing music?”

She looked down at herself, wearing her worn out Nick Cave shirt. She looked up at Dean again. “Yes. And?”

Dean shook his head and turned around to his bacon again. “I don't know what Dad did wrong so you took that turn.”

Danni rolled her eyes and sat down at the table. “Where's Sam?”

“He went jogging. Sammy is on the whole health kick right now.”

“Aha,” she answered and eyed him putting the bacon on a big plate of scrambled eggs. “Wouldn't hurt you either.”

“We're hunters, we live a dangerous life. I don't want to die regretting not enjoying mine to the fullest,” he said and sat down at the table with her. She watched him, shovelling the food in his mouth. 

“Do you even chew or do you just gulp it down?”

“No time for chewing,” he answered with a full mouth.

Danni just sipped her coffee and watched Dean silently as he devoured his breakfast. She looked up when Sam entered the kitchen, dressed in a jogging suit. He was sweaty and his long hair was straggly falling into his face.

“Hey Forrest,” Dean said. “How was your run?”

Sam went to the fridge, grabbed the orange juice and poured himself a glass. “Good. You'd know if you come along.”

“And steal your unique feature? Come on, Sam, it's already hard enough for you being the less attractive brother.”

“Yeah. Right,” Sam said dryly and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Danni eyed both of them in turn. “Some things never change, do they?”

Sam pushed himself off the counter and sat down at the table with his siblings. “So, I did some thinking,” he said. “I already told Dean that I'm having visions again since the Darkness was set free. It started when I prayed in a hospital's chapel.”

“Visions?” Danni asked. “Like when you discovered that you're one of those special children?”

“Yes. And just like back then, I think I'm having them for a purpose.”

“And what are you seeing?” 

“Different things. But I think it's God. But that's not all of it.”

“Wait,” Dean said. “Did you have another one?”

Sam nodded. “I saw the cage, Dean.”

“You mean, the cage? Lucifer's cage?”

Sam nodded again and Dean shook his head. “Why should you have visions of Lucifer's cage?”

“I don't know,” Sam said. “Maybe we should call Cas and ask him?”

“Yeah, good idea,” Dean said. “Maybe he found out something as well.”

“Cas is your angelical friend, right?” Danni asked. “The one who brought both of you back from hell at some point?”

“Yup,” Dean said and stood up. “You'll love him.”

And just a few minutes later, after Sam had taken a shower and changed, they were in the library. 

“And how exactly do you call an angel?” Danni asked.

“You do just that,” Sam said. “You call them.”

“Like … on a phone?”

“Now? Yes,” Dean said. “But before the angels fell from heaven, you could just call out their names and bam, there they were. Super practical. But since they lost their wings they can't do that anymore.”

“Aha …” Danni said shortly. “That's … interesting.”

And then, the door to the bunker opened and a man was walking down the stairs, stepping into the library. He had dark, short tousled hair and he looked at Dean with his blue eyes.

“I'm sorry,” he said and his voice was low and monotonous, “I couldn't come here any sooner, I was occupied with Metatron. I asked him what he knows about the Darkness, considering he was God's scribe.”

“And? Did you get anything out of him?” Sam asked.

Castiel nodded but before he continued, he looked at Danni. Dean followed his sight.

“It's okay, Cas. That's Danni, our sister. We brought her here to help us.”

Castiel eyed her a little bit longer until he raised his voice. “It's nice to meet you. Your brothers told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Danni asked, surprised. She really was considering that she had been gone for so long. “Well, I heard a lot about you as well. Thank you for looking after my brothers. It sounded like they were lost without your help.”

“So Metatron, huh?” Dean asked and brought the topic back to the more important things.

“He told me that the Darkness is as old as God himself. And that he needed to imprison her in order to create. The earth, heaven, the universe. Everything. But he didn't only imprison her, he betrayed and sacrificed her. Because the Darkness is his own kin. She's his sister.”

“She's what?” Sam repeated, shocked.

“Wait, God has a sister?” Dean asked. “And it's the freaking Darkness?”

Castiel nodded. “He locked her away so she could do no harm. Because she destroyed the worlds he created. And the Mark of Cain was the lock to her cage. And when you got rid of it, it broke her free.”

“Dammit,” Dean grunted.

“Can she be locked away again?” Danni asked. “Like the first time?”

“Possibly,” Castiel answered shortly. “But since she is one of the eldest entities, there's no information about her. Or about how to lock her away again.”

“Maybe not in written form, no,” Sam said, “but what about other beings who had been around that time?”

“What are you saying?” Castiel asked and Sam sighed.

“I'm having visions of Lucifer's cage. Maybe that's the reason why. He's old enough, he was there when she was. Maybe he knows something about her? I guess that's why God is sending me these visions. As a guidance.” He sighed heavily. “I think God wants us to return to the cage. I think he's telling me that that's where we will find the answer to defeat the Darkness.”

“No!” Dean said immediately. “No, Sammy, no way! You're not returning to Lucifer's cage.”

“But Dean, I've been praying to God and he answered by sending me these visions of the cage!”

“It does sound reasonable,” Danni said.

Dean clenched his jaw and looked at Castiel. “What do you think?”

“It's risky,” he answered. “We're talking about Lucifer after all. But he was there when she was locked away all those aeons ago.”

“Risky?” Dean repeated. “It's suicidal. That's what it is. Everything related to that cage and the one inside of it is. You know that, Sam, better than anyone else. So no, it's not gonna happen.”

“Dean, we need to discuss this,” Sam said seriously. “I want to do this. I'm not saying that I'm not scared, I am. But still.”

“There's always another way, Sammy, okay?”

“Then tell me where it is.”

“We don't even know if it's real.”

“Look, usually I would agree with you. But this time? It's different. It feels different.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “We don't even know if it's possible. Getting into Lucifer's cage which is hidden somewhere deep down in hell isn't the easiest thing to do. Remember how long the demons were searching for him but never found him? So how do you want to get there?”

“Crowley,” Sam answered. “He's the reigning King of Hell, so maybe he knows something?”

“Great, this is getting better and better,” Dean said. “Lucifer, Crowley, who's next?”

“Dean, if we want to defeat the Darkness, then this is what we have to deal with. Whom we have to deal with.”

Dean sighed and looked at his brother. “Fine. Guess our little sister gets to meet the King of Hell.”

“We're not saying this is going to happen. We just want to know, theoretically, if it is possible.”

Dean, Sam and Danni had met with Crowley under some isolated bridge. It was the first time Danni and he had met and Crowley wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that there was a third Winchester who could possibly annoy him. But right now, all of them had bigger problems. The Darkness. And if they really wanted to stop her and talk to Lucifer about her, Crowley was a necessary evil. Crowley looked at the three of them and his face clearly showed his disapproval.

“You do not want to open the cage,” he said. “Conversation is over.”

He wanted to disappear again, but Dean stopped him.

“Is it? Crowley, you know that the Darkness needs to be stopped because she will destroy everything. That includes you too. So tell us, can Sam meet with Lucifer or not?”

“In the cage,” Sam added.

“No,” Dean countered, “not in the cage. Not going to happen.”

“I have to go in there. There's no other way, we cannot let him out.”

“There may be a way,” Crowley said and looked at the three of them. “We need a secure sight, a neutral ground so to say. Where he can't use his powers. In hell, of course. So we can control him. I don't want that abomination running around upstairs.”

“Is it even possible to control the situation?” Dean asked. “Because if Sam is not safe, it's not happening.”

“Theoretically it's possible. But challenging. Not as challenging as opening the cage though.”

“What? You're the King of that place, don't you have a key or something?”

“That cage was built and sealed by God himself. It has a divine mechanism, seals, spells, magic, everything you can imagine to keep Lucifer inside. It's sacred. A mystery. But there's one thing that might have information about something like the cage. The Book of the Damned.”

“And we know who has that,” Dean said and looked at Sam.

“Rowena.”

“My dear mother, yes.”

“Wait, your mother?” Danni finally spoke up and looked at Crowley. 

“Yes. A three hundred years old witch. Dangerous. But powerful. And the only one who can actually read the book.”

“There's just one problem,” Sam said. “She escaped us the last time. We don't know where she is.”

“Don't worry about it, I'll take care of that,” Crowley said. “Why don't you join me in my palace?”

“Palace?” Danni asked.

“Exaggerated,” Dean said. “It's just an abandoned asylum.”

“Thank you for making me look like an idiot,” Crowley said. “Are you coming now or what?”

The siblings looked at each other and just a few moments later, they found themselves waiting in some backroom next to Crowley's, as he liked to call it, throne room.

“Okay,” Danni said, “so Crowley was the King of Crossroads and now he's the King of Hell and his mother Rowena is a three century old witch and they hate each other. And Rowena has some dark magic book which is called Book of the Damned and that's what you used to remove the Mark of Cain which released the Darkness.”

“That's a good summary,” Dean said. 

“And Crowley thinks that there's some spell in this book that might help us with Lucifer and the cage?”

“That's our best guess,” Sam said and shrugged. 

“Hey, I think it's time, come on.” Dean opened the door to the throne room and Sam and Danni followed him. A red-headed woman wearing a long, silver dress was standing in front of them, chained.

“You're handing me over to them? It's beneath even you. They're your enemies as well,” she said to Crowley in her scottish accent.

“Alright, Rowena,” Dean said, “we get it, we're all enemies, okay? But now we got bigger problems. After we've taken care of them, we can go back to killing each other.”

“So the whispers were true? About the Darkness? Is it as bad as they say?” She asked.

“We wouldn't be here if it wasn't.”

“Ah. And what happens to me once the danger is passed? How do I know I can trust any of you?” Rowena asked and Crowley answered.

“You don't. None of us do.”

She sighed theatrically. “Fine.”

“Lovely,” Crowley said. “Then let's talk about conditions.”

He called in a few servants who were ordered to bring everything necessary into the throne room. While they did so, Rowena looked at Danni.

“I think we haven't met yet.”

“No,” Danni said.” I'm Dean's and Sam's sister, Danni.”

“A Winchester.” Rowena smiled. “Finally some female support. This whole testosterone did no good to anybody. Nice to meet you, love.”

“Yeah, I'm not so sure about that for the moment,” Danni replied.

It didn't take long and they were sitting at a table in the throne room. Only Crowley remained to sit on his throne.

“So, the Darkness, hm?” Rowena said. “What's so special about her?”

“She's God's sister,” Dean said. “And that makes her super powerful. That's why we have to defeat her.”

“Can this be true?” Rowena asked, chained to the table. “His sister? It's the rising of the sisters, isn't it?”

“Now you see the need for urgency, mother,” Crowley said.

“Well, since my deciphering of the book is so pivotal then I want to know what's in it for me.”

“You mean other than your life?” Dean remarked.

“Speaking of which,” Crowley said and stood up from his throne. He walked down the small steps and got close to the table. “A little deal, mommy. You pitch in, like a good girl, and I call off my assassins. No more looking over your shoulder. For now.”

Rowena nodded slightly. “I'll need the codex, of course, and the codebreaker Charlie deviced.”

“You get limited access,” Sam said. “Supervised.”

“We need to know exactly this,” Dean said next to him. “How to open the cage, and how to protect Sammy from what's inside.”

“Just, what's in this cage that's so dangerous?” Rowena asked. Dean looked at Sam. He took a deep breath and answered.

“Lucifer.”

“Lucifer?” Rowena repeated. “The original Dark Prince?”

“Yes,” Dean said. “An archangel so badass that he was personally dumped into the cage by God himself.”

Rowena seemed excited and had troubles suppressing her sounds of joy. “Let's get to it then, lads.”

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It's a slap in the face when you learn that you no longer really have the place you're constantly promised you have.

It's Christmas Eve, I've been left downstairs because I was asleep. Just woke up to the lights off and everyone's gone to bed. This is after my siblings pretty much stayed away and did their own thing the whole day.

"My friends are coming around later so I can give them their Christmas stuff." "Oh, okay! Sure, don't forget to give them the stuff I bought them! Our adopted family!" My friends couldn't come for longer than one hour and when they did, they weren't allowed one of the 48 cans of coke we had. We certainly never had any adopted family. My friends? Not wanted.

"Shit! I've got another piece of glass on my foot!" "Oh god! HAHAHA! Not again!" Context - I got a piece of glass in my foot last year, deep enough to draw blood, and because I immediately jumped up to clean it because I couldn't really afford to be off my feet if it got infected (it went in there DEEP), I was absolutely ridiculed. But then, when I know what to do to relieve cramps so bad my sibling's writhing in pain and crying/throwing up (literally), I'm the world's best thing. Take home? My pain/discomfort needs to be hidden, I am here to resolve everyone else's.

"I'm going to a lock-in at this pub on Boxing Day for my friend's dad's birthday." "Oh, okay! Sure, that'll be nice!" I wasn't allowed to eschew family coming over to go see friends, certainly not for a friend's parent's birthday party. The one time I was allowed to go to an overnight NYE party, I got bollocked for 'ruining' dinner the next day. (You can imagine how hard it also is to see my siblings get driven all over the place when I couldn't go somewhere unless someone else was driving me).

"Dad's mum's coming on Friday with us! And dad's sister!" "Oh, that's nice! Are you going to get them a card?" "Yeah, sympathy would be nice?" "Yes, and some flowers would be nice as well." Context - my abusive stepdad (their dad), he had an equally abusive stepdad who died recently. Both these men were horrible. Not only do I have to be kind to him despite the fact that I'm still fucking paying off the seven grand of debt he put my mum in because he financially destroyed her, but now I have to watch them go be nice to him and be all over him for no fucking reason. He doesn't give them shit.

All I'm seeing is that I'm the problem. I never had a place here when my stepdad was here, and now I have even less of a space because I'm literally sleeping on a sofa on Christmas Eve despite the fucking argument we had about me not doing that (I was okay with it until I got shouted down about it). My back's in pieces now because I was left asleep on this shit, and it's freezing cold. But I don't have any partner to stay with over christmas, and I don't have friends I could be with either, because everyone has their own families. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut where I just don't fit or belong anywhere... and I can't stay away by myself because then they'll all take offence.

30 so far has been really fucking shitty. But then, since I shouldn't have survived past 14, I can kind of see why. I just hope something happens next year where I'm not able to get here (not injury or anything like that, but just otherwise taken), and then they'll have the space to stretch out without me being here. Because it's so fucking painfully obvious that I don't fit in. But I haven't fitted in since I was 11, I've just been the burden that probably shouldn't have actually taken in the fucking womb. Hence why the Universe has just given me what I've wanted, because I was a roaring mistake.

And that's not even taking into account the shit that happened before I came back. I put so much thought and effort into getting gifts this year, only for half of them to be left in a bag because NO I HAVENT GOT YOU ANYTHING SO FUCKING HELL AMY WITH THESE GIFTS. Okay, no gifts. Noted. Next year it's a couple packs of speculoos cookies and a fucking hug. Saves me €100 and the hassle of wrapping everything up. And then there's the possibility that these same people may have gone and told someone that I'm available for a relationship and that they should pursue me. Some of the offhanded comments I've had, coupled with the insistence on overgifting, and the desperation for coffee... it's a bit weird. And I'm not comfortable. But the running theme now seems to be that I should be grateful, no standards, no type, and be super enthusiastic about a relationship even if the person just doesn't do anything for me romantically. I'm being told left, right and centre that I'm grateful, not gorgeous.

I don't get posted on anyone's social medias, because they're ashamed to be seen with me. I'm always left out of my siblings' socials posts even when they post about coming to see me, because they're ashamed that they're related to me. I don't fit in. I don't match. I'm the weird fucker with the facts who likes to google... who also gave up a lot of childhood shit so they could have a better one. Giving up my teen years when I should have been exploring, so they could have the same kind of childhood I had. Did it help? No. Their dad still left, and if anything their teen years have been so much fucking worse because now mum's fucked financially and they can't do half the shit we could do. They don't see any of the shit I've done. And all I'd want in return is just to be included in one single post online, or to have the option of a fucking camping mattress on the floor overnight.

Scratch it. I hope next year just takes me. They'll get €75k if I die and nothing changes because I'm not around to begin with. I just hope it's something cool - like an aptly placed head kick in my fight. Or a fat body induced heart attack. Doing something I love. Because either way, I'm dying alone and a virgin - it makes no sense for me to cling onto this until I'm fucking 60 or some shit.