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frickfracksnatchisback · 5 years ago

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The Perfect Timing (Discotrain/DJ Grooves x Conductor Fic)

Am I weak? Yes, next question. I’m sorry but I couldn’t help myself. The ship is so incredibly cute! And I’ve fallen into it hard lately, to where I even joined the AHiT Discotrain server! (Which is a very lovely sever, full of very lovely and talented people ;3) So I would like to dedicate this fic to them, for giving me such kind words and support! Seriously, you guys are the best ! So I hope you enjoy the gay birbs~ <3

(Warning! Mentions of alcohol and general drunkenness up ahead)

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Grooves had been extremely lucky to finally get to board Conductor’s train.

He could not recall a time when he was any luckier. Perhaps it could compare to when he had won the only award he had ever won legitimately. But then again that did not nearly compare to how lucky he had been when Conductor (albeit begrudgingly) finally accepted his money to let him board the Owl Express. Grooves had been asking to do it countless times, for years even, as he had never boarded the train before. And succeeding in doing so had seemed like winning the lottery to him then. But oh, how happy he was that Conductor had accepted at this exact point in time after all these years. It was almost perfect timing! At least for him, anyways.

He was sitting in one of the passenger booths, along with a few of his body-guard penguins. He had politely told them that they didn’t need to sit with him during the ride, but they had insisted. So for right now, a pair of them were playing a simple card game between themselves. (With another two out exploring the other train cars for any “danger”) They had been riding the train for quite some time now. And Grooves sighed to himself as he stared outside the window of the train car. The desert’s night sky was rather lovely and truly a sight to be admired. And the train was going at a rather smooth and steady pace.

Unlike his own heartbeat, that is.

While the two other penguins were busy playing their card game, Grooves was lost in his own thoughts. His own, private thoughts that he had been mulling over all day. Why had he decided to board the train today after filming? For one reason, and one reason alone. That same reason that made this boarding such great timing. The same reason that he couldn’t get out of his head or stop thinking about. The same reason that he had been thinking about doing for a long, long time. And just imagining it in his head made his heart race, as it had been this entire trip.

Tonight was the night he was going to confess to Conductor.

He had been thinking about doing it for awhile now, ever since he had discovered his crush for his rival. He had just been too shy to do it until now. And if he was being honest, he still felt shy about doing it. Which that was a laugh, right? The ever-flamboyant DJ Grooves? Being shy about a thing like this? Sure, that’s what his penguins lackeys had thought about the situation at first. And they were surprised that Grooves wasn’t going to go for some big, glittery gesture to proclaim his love for Conductor. But Grooves quickly shook his head to all of those ideas, much to their surprise. Grooves knew that Conductor and him weren’t on the...best of terms. And no extremely fancy and flashy confession was going to change that. Nope, for once he was going to go with a nice subtle approach to this.

But that certainly didn’t mean that this was going to be easy for him.

“Hey, boss? You doing alright?” one of the penguins spoke up, getting his attention. And once he snapped out of his thoughts, he gave them both a weak smile.

“Yes, I’m...fine, darling.” Grooves settled on that, not really sure on what else to say. But the two penguins gave him questioning looks, as one of them shuffled a pack of cards.

“You’re thinking about that, aren’t you boss?” the shuffling penguin said, giving him that look from underneath their shades. And Grooves could tell, even though he was wearing shades as well. It was sort of an understood thing between him and his penguins.

“Are you feeling nervous?” the other one, who was sitting next to him in the booth, asked. And Grooves gave them both a quick nod.

“Yes, I am. I can’t help it.” Grooves let out a worried sigh. But if he was being honest, he felt kind of relieved to get that kind of thing off of his chest. Besides, the penguins were already very much aware of Grooves’ crush from the get-go. And he trusted them to keep a secret.

“Don’t worry, boss. You got this.” the other penguin comforted him by placing their flipper on his shoulder. And Grooves smiled at this, before placing his flipper on top of theirs.

“Yeah, you’re gonna do great, boss. Like you always do!” the other joined in. And Grooves could help but let out a chuckle.

“Thank you, darlings. I needed that.” he smiled at them, as best he could. And the two penguins nodded at that, before going back to their little card game once more.

Grooves took a moment to thank whoever gave him such understanding body-guards. And that no owls were around to hear their conversation, since most all of the owl passengers had been let off at their stops. And he had wanted it to be that way, since it was just as late as it was. He thought that perhaps it would make this confession easier for him. With less owls around, it was less likely that rumors were going to spread around as quickly if things turned sour. But even at the slight thought of rejection, Grooves had a sudden new confidence. If he could face riding this dreary old train for such an amount of time, surely he could gather enough courage to tell Conductor about how he felt. He had been waiting this long, both inside and outside the train, and that was long enough.

He had made up his mind. This was going to be easy as-

The penguin trio were quickly alerted, as the door behind them was quickly slammed open. And out of the door came two more penguins, panting and sweating. They tried to catch their breath, as they must have ran the entire way back. And Grooves sat up a little in his seat, curious as to what was going on.

“Boss! Something’s wrong!”

“We’ve got some bad news!”

Oh...peck, Grooves cursed in his head.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he was immediately worried, trying to get out of the booth. And the penguin next to him didn’t even need to be told to move, and the three quickly slid out of the booth. “Did something happen? Is the train going to break down?” he asked, fearing for the worst. But as the other two penguins that just walked in came over, they both shook their heads in unison.

“The train’s fine, boss.”

“Yeah, nothing wrong with the train.”

And at this news, Grooves let out a relieved sigh. Although that still didn’t mean everything was alright, and he was quickly reminded of that.

“It’s...it’s something wrong with Conductor, boss.”

Grooves’ blood ran cold, and he could feel his face going pale. He gulped, that wasn’t a good sign. That really wasn’t a good sign. When something was “wrong with the Conductor”, whether it be outside or inside the studio, it was never a good thing.

“What?! Is he okay?! Did he get hurt?!” Grooves asked quickly, shooting off worried questions one by one. And all four of the penguins had to try and calm him down, while the other two shook their heads again. And Grooves let out another sigh, bigger relief this time. “Okay...then was is it?” he asked them much more calmly this time. And he felt his spirits drop, as they took a moment to look at each other.

“Well...he’s sort of-” the first one started, before looking at the other to finish.

“He might be a little-” the second tried to start back up, and failed.

“Oh no.” Grooves groaned, before face-palming. “Please don’t tell me he did it again.” he started rubbing his forehead, before looking at them for an answer. But their face said it all. “He’s drunk again, isn’t he?” he said bluntly, without even a hint of subtlety. And the two penguins looked over to the opposite side, their expressions rather guilty-

Before slowly nodding their heads together.

“Great. Just perfect.” Grooves buried his face into his flippers. And the two penguins next to him hugged him for comfort, with the other pair joining in. This made him look up for a moment, smile, and start hugging them back. “Thank you, darlings.” he smiled as they all looked up at him, standing tall in his platform shoes.

“Sorry we couldn’t stop him in time, boss.” one of them said, taking off their hat and looking down in shame.

“No no, it’s not your fault, darling. It’s not any of your fault. If anything I should be...used to this by now.” Grooves sighed that last part, recalling the many times that this had happened before.

It was an endless cycle at this point. One that Grooves only wished he could stop. It was always the same every time, and he could recall each metaphorical step in his head. Conductor would become stressed or angry (which was nearly all the time), immediately get out his alcohol stash, drink about four or five glasses, then onto full bottles, and before you knew it he was pretty much plastered off of scotch and/or whiskey. It didn’t matter where he was getting drunk either. At home, some random bar, even work for pity’s sake! And every time it happened, Grooves would be the one to have to bring him back home, or avoid him if he had a hangover. Though why of all the times for it to happen, Conductor had decided now was the time for him to get drunk?!

“Oh well...” Grooves let out a final sigh, before walking towards the door. “Looks like it’s going to have to wait until next time, I’m afraid.” he told his penguins, and they were all pretty aware of what “it” was. “I’m going to go get him, hopefully one of the Express Owls can get us home.” he turned to tell them.

“Wait, boss! Don’t you want us to come too?” one of the penguins asked, and the other nodded in agreement. But to their surprise, Grooves waved them off.

“No, I’ll be fine. Conductor isn’t going to attack me while he’s drunk. If anything, he won’t even be able to stand up!” he joked to lighten the mood, and smiled as a few penguins chuckled behind their flippers. But they quickly composed themselves, remembering about their guard duties.

“But, boss, what about-”

“I’ll be fine, darling. Don’t worry about me.” he quickly waved them off again, as he reached for the door knob. “Besides, you darlings deserve a break. You’ve all been doing a great job and I’m glad you came along with me.” he complimented them, giving another warm smile. While at the beginning of the trip he wanted to go solo, he really was glad that his penguins tagged along. Being alone on this train for such a period of time would have been insufferable. And the company was certainly nice.

“I’ll be back soon. You all stay here, alright?” he wanted them to promise. He knew that Conductor was very prideful, and would go off on him later if any other penguins saw him stumbling around or acting like a fool. And his penguins quickly nodded, all four of them giving a salute. They decided that they would all play a game of Black Jack together, and Grooves waved them “Tata!” before going out the door. Once the door was closed though, he let out a quiet and annoyed groan, quiet enough to were the penguins wouldn’t hear him. He took off his shades for a moment, rubbing his eyes as he mumbled to himself.

“How did I get myself into this mess?” he grumbled. Though he was more mad at himself than Conductor or anyone else. He should have known that the confession would never happen, even if he gave the effort. Perhaps this was better than confessing to Conductor, and then getting kicked off the train in the middle of the desert. Perhaps...it was never meant to be in the first place. Maybe it was a sign. A sign that he should stop now, before things turned for the worse. Conductor was probably drinking because of him, and how “pecknecks” where aboard his train. He hated him, didn’t he?

How could he ever think that Conductor loved him?

“Stop that.” Grooves hissed, holding his head and shaking out all the negative thoughts. He would go mad like that, thinking about the possible rejection due to their rivalry. Maybe he could just...try again later? Bring Conductor home, wait til his hangover passed, and then try to ask him somewhere more convenient? Like the studio? Well...that wasn’t really romantic or private. Hence, why he didn’t choose that location in the first place. And it was only a small confession. Which was nothing to get all worked up for right? And it really wasn’t that important. He could just..wait until he was ready, he supposed. Like he had been for awhile now. Like he had been for years.

And with that thought, Grooves finally went down the hallway in search for Conductor.

***

“Y-you’ve had more than enough to drink, s-sir!” the owl bartender spoke meekly, despite the fact that Conductor clearly wouldn’t yell at him. He was much too dopey to think straight. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t any harder to convince him to stop drinking. This much was evident, as the bartender pushed the empty glass back towards Conductor once more.

“Nonnnsense, laddie! Enough is neverrr (hic!) ‘nough.” the owl slurred out, pushing the glass back with a dumb grin on his face. “Now will ye do me a favorrrrr an’ poor me just a wee bit morrrrrre?” the old owl shifted in his seat as he rolled his “R”s, nearly losing his balanced on the bar stool. But the bartender promptly pushed the glass back in his direction, not giving in.

“S-sir, you’ve had nearly three whole bottles worth! And...and I’m taking a stand on this!” the owl announced, trying to use the bar to stand up taller. Thank goodness no other owls were in the room with them, otherwise the Conductor would surely have his head for this later. But he had to use authority to get him to stop, otherwise he would drink himself to death! And the bartender frowned, as Conductor giggled and pushed the glass back for what felt like the fiftieth time in a row.

“But ah need more, laddie! Ah need it ta loosen up an’ (hic!) forget allllll me worries, dontcha know?” they owl hiccuped in the middle of his speech, like he had been for sometime. And all the giggling he was doing certainly wasn’t helping. The bartender simply let out a sigh at the problem before him.

“Look, sir, I get it if you’re upset about our current...passengers. But I can’t just-”

“Upset?” Conductor interrupted him loudly, and then gave a confused look. “Now whyyy would ah be upset, laddie? ‘M just a lil nervous, is all...” he said, in a calm tone of voice that was completely unlike him. And the bartender had to admit, he was a bit surprised at that. Both the Conductor’s tone, and what he was talking about. If Conductor wasn’t drunk right then, he would have yelled at him for “saying such a stupid thing” and then promptly call him a “peckneck” afterwards. But to say he’s only “nervous” about the penguins currently boarding the train? Including his rival, who he loathed so very much? That certainly peaked his interest.

“Nervous? About what?” the bartender asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. And he felt a slight pit of dread form inside him, as Conductor gave him a wide and mischievous smile.

“...Cannn ye keep a (hic!) seeecret?”

The bartender took a moment to stare at Conductor, before groaning a smacking his face with a wing. He had heard those words too many times before. Conductor would, unfortunately, tell him “secret” things about himself that he wouldn’t tell another soul if he wasn’t drunk out of his mind. Things that were mostly unwanted and Conductor would spout at random. He tried being polite when he was told these things, but it was hard sometimes. Like how once Conductor was afraid that the studio would go bankrupt! Or the time he had lost award 42, bawling his eyes out over his broken record. But the worst of all, was when Conductor had unknowingly blabbed about his previous spouse, before breaking down into tears. That last one had stuck with him the most, as he would get punched (and possibly hospitalized) if he ever told another living soul about that one.

But considering that Conductor was smiling like an idiot, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Sure. Go ahead.” the bartender finally spoke, resting his head in his wings on the bar.

“Ye gotta prrromise not ta tell!” Conductor said suddenly and fast, making the bartender flinch in shock. But before he could even say that he promised not to, Conductor simply went on with talking. “Therrre’s a certain (hic!) bird on this here train...an’ ah’ve been thinking ‘bout confessing to him!” the Conductor had a smug grin on his face, as he took the empty glass off the bar. He swirled it’s non-existent contents around, before taking a quick chug. But suddenly finding it still not filled with alcohol, he tipped it upside-down and let out a sad whimper. The bartender just stared at him, almost bewildered.

“...‘Him’, sir?” the bartender asked, confused out of his mind as to who that meant. Until Conductor quickly gave him a glance, causing him to panic. “I-I mean! That’s fine! I’m n-not judging! Good for you, s-sir!” he quickly spat out, truly not wanting to offend. But Conductor just gave him another calm and collected smile.

“Ah, ‘s all right! There��sss a good lad!” Conductor patted the bartender’s arm, before going back to his empty glass. He was now scraping one of his feathered fingers on the bottom, to see if there were any droplets of alcohol left.

“I’m very s-sorry, sir. That was rude of me.” the bartender apologized once more, even though Conductor wasn’t listening. “It’s just that...you’ve never really mentioned a ‘he’ before? And what’s this bird got to do with the passengers that-” he started to ask, before suddenly cutting himself out. “-boarded...today...” he whispered, realizing something. “Holy peck. Are you...do you have a crush on one of the penguins?” he laughed to himself, as he almost couldn’t believe it. Conductor? In love with a penguin? Even if he were to tell any of the other owls, they wouldn’t believe him! And this made him laugh once more, getting Conductor’s attention.

“Aye! Ohhh, ye should jus’ see the lad. He’s got reallllll good looks, ah’m telling ye.” Conductor placed the empty glass back down, rested a hand on his face, and sighed dreamily. “An’ he’s got spunk too, he just hides it reallly (hic!) well. An’ he’s a right good dancer! Ah oughta ask him out sometimes. What’d ye think? Just me an’ him, going out ta the nice fancy bar...” he went on, sighing again as his head fell slowly onto the bar. He cuddled the surface a bit, and the bartender could see him chirp and blush at whatever daydream he was having.

The bartender has to resist the urge to pinch himself, as he was almost positive that he was dreaming. If he didn’t see and hear the evidence right in front of him, he would have surely called it a hallucination. But it only made him ponder more, as he watched Conductor sigh and think happily to himself. Who on earth could he be talking about? He hadn’t really seen the passengers boarding, so he didn’t know all who got on or how many there were. Besides, he didn’t really know a lot of the penguins personally (For obvious reasons). All he knew was that they were penguins, since Conductor had only mumbled about it once before he got fully drunk. So who on earth could it-

A knock on the door startled them both.

Conductor nearly jumped out of his stool, knocking the empty glass in panic. Once he did, he started to wobble off of the seat, heading down towards the floor. And in one swift motion, the bartender grabbed both the glass and Conductor’s arm, saving them both. They both took a minute, letting out relieved puffs of air. And the bartender carefully placed the glass on the bar, and pulled Conductor back up on his seat. He then let out a sigh, as that wasn’t the first time that had happened before. He was just lucky enough to catch both of them this time.

The knocking on the door grabbed their attention once more.

“C-come in?” the bartender said confusingly, as he wasn’t expecting another passenger this late. Since most of the passengers weren’t even riding right now, he expected it to be one of the owls running the train. Perhaps it was Greg, and he was getting tried of conducting the train for so long. Or maybe it was just the janitor, something like tha-

The bartender gasped, as the door slowly opened and DJ Grooves peeked in.

He couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t believe it. But there he was, Conductor’s long-lived rival. Standing there in the doorway with his giant afro, star-shaped shades, and glittery jacket. For some reason he looked...nervous? But also sad? He couldn’t really tell why, he had no clue that Grooves had even been riding the train up until now. And part of him wanted to warn the poor guy to get out, while he still wasn’t being yelled at. But instead he took a huge gulp and forced on a smile as Grooves walked in, shutting the door behind him.

“Darling?” Grooves finally spoke up, looking at Conductor. And the bartender braced himself for shouting, yelling, anything of the sort. He looked back and forth between the two, shrinking behind the bar for cover in case-

But...he stopped hiding, as he noticed an even dopier grin growing on Conductor’s face.

“Oi, laddie. That be the handsssome bird right (hic!) there~” Conductor leaned over and whispered, giggling afterwards. And through some miracle, Grooves hadn’t heard a word he said. He was simply standing on the other side of the room, giving them both a confused look. But the bartender’s eyes became wider and wider, as he quickly connected the dots.

“W-wait...YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT GR-”

“Shhhhhh, calm yerssself.” Conductor quickly brought a hand up, shutting the bartender’s beak. “What’cha think? Doesn’t he dress niiiiiice?” he whispered back again, giving another big grin and giggle. And the only thing that the bartender could think of doing was to slowly nod (And remove Conductor’s hand off his beak). Honestly, he was still recoiling from the shock. He had no clue that Conductor had such a crush! He had honestly been so good at hiding it...until now, that is. “‘Ello, Grrrooves!” Conductor called back, waving a hand in an odd manner. And he was awfully loud, even though Grooves wasn’t even that far away.

“Hello, Conductor.” Grooves let out a sigh, before coming over to the bar. “Let me guess...drank yourself silly again, huh?” he asked bluntly once he got over there. But he didn’t get too close, standing at least a good distance from the both of them. And the bartender watched the two, though he was more focused on the look that Conductor was giving Grooves. An oddly...flirty look. And once the bartender saw this, he started fidgeting with his wings nervously.

In his mind, this wasn’t going to end well at all.

“Ohhh, ah’m jus’ a lil (hic!) tipsy is allllll.” Conductor waved Grooves’ comment off, but gave him that same flirtatious look again. And Grooves quirked an eyebrow at this.

“A ‘little’ tipsy, darling?” he said accusingly, and Conductor seemed to find this funny. “How many drinks has he had?” Grooves turned to ask the bartender, who was nervously staying quiet. And he was surprised, but slowly brought up three feathery fingers. “Only three drinks? Well, that isn’t so bad. But-”

“T-that’s not three drinks, sir. It’s about three...b-bottles worth.” the bartender squeaked quietly, trying to hide himself in the vest he was wearing. And Grooves’ eyes went wide behind his shades, before he promptly face-palmed.

“You let. Him drink. That amount?” Grooves growled under his breath, catching the bartender very off guard. He quickly shrunk back behind the bar again, fearing the penguin’s sudden anger. He had no clue that Grooves of all people could be as terrifying as Conductor, if not more so!

“He’s finnne, Grooves. Leave the poorrr lad be. Ah’m th’ one who asked for the (hic!) drinksss.” Conductor brought a wobbly hand up to defend the bartender, before taking a moment to look back at him. “Spunky, innit he? Ah told ye ssso, laddie!” Conductor said nonchalantly, as if Grooves wasn’t standing right in front of them. So instead, the bartender did the panicking for him.

“Excuse me?” Grooves looked up for a moment, to give the pair a very questioning look. But Conductor just smiled at him like he said nothing, holding his hands and even crossing his legs.

“Oh, ‘nuthin!” Conductor proceeded to giggle, blindly swinging one of his legs back and forth on the bar stool. “Say, Grooves...yer looking mightyyy fine t’night. Ye wearing a new outfit or somethiiing?~” he began to flirt with Grooves, much to the bartender’s dismay. And if Conductor had eyes, he definitely would have sneaked in a cheeky wink right there and then. Grooves just stared at him, almost at a complete loss for words. Conductor had never acted like this around him before, when he was drunk all those other times. And that had to be, hands-down, the nicest thing that Conductor had ever said to him. Ever.

“Um, thank...you? But this is the same outfit I always wear, d-” Grooves almost called him “darling” again, but stopped himself. He didn’t want to give Conductor any more bright ideas. And Conductor seemed to notice this, frowning a bit. But his grin quickly re-appeared, as he let out a chuckle.

“Ah, myyy bad, heheh! It’s just...ye alwaysss (hic!) look so niiice in it, Groovy~” Conductor slurred out his words, mostly on purposed, to sound more alluring. And the bartender’s beak dropped open at the cutesy nickname, with Grooves nearly doing it as well. Conductor then chuckled proudly to himself, as he noticed Grooves’ face quickly turning red.

“Wh- ‘G-Groovy’?!” Grooves covered his beak with a single flipper, but it certainly didn’t hide all the blushing he was doing. And Conductor nodded at this, which only made Grooves face even more red under his light blue feathers. “O-okay, I think you need to go home now.” Grooves tugged on his jacket collar, feeling rather hot under it, before reaching out to take Conductor’s hand-

And he was very surprised when Conductor gladly met it with his flipper.

Before Grooves even knew what was happening, Conductor slid off the bar stool and came up closer to him. He was much shorter than him, sure. But that didn’t mean that Grooves was any less flustered, as Conductor was quick enough to take his other flipper as well. And he soon noticed that Conductor had gotten them both in dancing position. Conductor’s feet were a little off, but to make up for it he stepped up on the edge of Grooves’ platform shoes. And Grooves felt himself become more and more nervous, over what was currently happening and that Conductor was wobbling badly. But despite this, Conductor swayed to and fro and managed to keep a seemingly impossible balance. It wasn’t exactly…“dancing”, but Grooves could still see were Conductor was going with this. Needless to say, it was all very surprising to him.

And he was even more surprised when Conductor started to open his beak and sing.

“There’s a bird, who ah do adore

He’s the ap-ple of me eyyye

What a sight to be had!

Such a handsome lad

In a suit an’ bowtiiiiiie~”

Grooves tried to sway along with Conductor, making sure he wouldn’t fall. But he was so awestruck at the sudden shanty (which sounded almost exactly like an Irish drinking song), that he almost lost his balance. And Conductor noticed this, quickly moving his other hand to Grooves’ waist for support. Grooves jolted a bit at this, and felt his face warming up at he look at Conductor. Yet, the singing continued into another verse-

“He’s got pretty featherrrs

No matter th’ weatherrr

An’ his dressing’s all snazzy and fiiiiiine!”

Conductor paused for a moment, bringing his other hand onto Grooves’ shoulder. And Grooves felt this, but couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Conductor...

“But if things went me wayyy

An’ ah dare to say

His lovely beak would look betterrr

If it could meet miiiiiine!”

Conductor seemed to be finished with his song, as he stopped his swaying and gave Grooves a proud smile. And Grooves was practically speechless, staring at Conductor with surprised eyes as his face completely covered in blush. Conductor kept smiling at him, before almost letting go of his flipper and falling backwards. But Grooves was quick to catch him, hoisting Conductor up into his arms. And Conductor seemed very surprised by this, as his face went directly into Grooves’ feathered chest. But then he let out a happy sigh and chirped, hugging onto Grooves for warmth and comfort. If Grooves’ face could have been any redder, he would look like he was burning up. Yet he let out a forced laugh, one that was a little nervous-sounding.

“H-ha ha, Conductor! You’re always so...full of surprises! A-aren’t you, darling?” he joked and laughed, but it became more like panicked muttering as Conductor looked up at him. And he almost flinched, as Conductor put a hand up to his cheek, giving it a soft stroke. Grooves had to use all of his willpower not to squeak in embarrassment. “A-alright, darling. I think it’s time to bring you back h-” Grooves started, before Conductor carefully put both his hands on his cheeks, his face now in the owl’s hands. And as if Conductor didn’t have any more surprises up his sleeve-

He leaned up suddenly to give Grooves a “kiss”.

Since they were both birds, and they both had beaks, it obviously wasn’t like a normal kiss. It more or less looked like they were locking beaks with each other. But by bird standards, it was most certainly a kiss, and a very passionate one at that. And even though all that Conductor was doing was giving a quick nip, Grooves could almost taste the alcohol left on his beak. But Conductor soon pulled away, before going back to cuddling Grooves’ chest. Grooves however, couldn’t even say a word at that moment. Had...had that really happened? Was this all a dream?

“Love yyye, (hic!) Groovy~” Conductor mumbled sleepily, which brought Grooves back into reality. And before he could say anything, Conductor was already beginning to snore as he leaned into him like a pillow. Grooves kept his hold on him...but he couldn’t help but almost smile at the circumstance. Conductor had fallen asleep in his arms many times before, but right now he seemed so peaceful. Conductor seemed to be using his chest like a pillow now, and it cheered him up. And as Grooves patted the sleeping owl’s back, he leaned down and placed a small “kiss” on his head.

“Goodnight, darling.” Grooves whispered, so as not to wake Conductor. And he received a sleepy mutter in reply, almost making him giggle at how cute it was.

But soon Grooves remembered that he wasn’t alone, as he turned to look back at the bar. The bartender owl stood there, beak wide open in surprise. He had been watching the whole thing happen, and was just as shocked as Grooves had been. But he quickly shut it, once he noticed Grooves staring at him. Grooves took a moment before simply shrugging it off though, carefully hoisting Conductor into his arms so he could carry him. Once he had in in an almost bridal-carry position, he turned back to look at the bartender owl. And the owl quickly stood back up.

“Don’t say a word about this to anyone else, got it?” Grooves wanted to make himself clear, as he cradled Conductor in his arms. And the bartender owl nodded his head frantically. He then noticed that Grooves needed a little help, and got out of the bar to get the door for him. “Thanks. I appreciate it, darling.” Grooves nodded respectfully, as the bartender held the door open.

“D-don’t mention it! Uh, mister Grooves, sir.” the bartender blurted out the last part, making Grooves chuckle.

And the bartender watched, almost relived, as both he and Conductor went out the door.

***

Last night had passed, with Grooves succeeding in getting Conductor home safe. It took them awhile before the other Express Owls could get him, his penguins, and Conductor back home, but they had managed just fine. And now, on a lazy Saturday, it was morning once again. Sunlight was pouring in through the windows of Conductor’s apartment. Bright yellow light filled up the sad, gray room that Conductor called “home”. And it managed to annoy him to the point where he finally started stirring in his bed. With a pounding headache, he quickly noticed, rubbing his forehead. Thank peck he didn’t have to work today. Otherwise it would be unbearable, with DJ Grooves getting on his case again…

“Good morning, darling.” a familiar voice spoke as quietly as possible. And Conductor let out a mumble in reply from underneath his covers.

“Mornin’, Grooves…” he let out a yawn, before shifting and turning in his blankets. He “opened his eyes” slightly, catching a glimpse of the penguin sitting next to his bed. Grooves was wearing formal attire (well, formal as it could be for him), and was sitting in a wooden chair close to Conductor’s bed. All while drinking from what happened to be one of Conductor’s favorite coffee mugs. But Conductor didn’t pay any mind to him, as he mumbled a bit and felt himself drifting back to sle-

Wait a minute.

“GROOVES?!” Conductor shouted, jumping up straight from his bed. And it almost gave Grooves a heart attack, as he nearly fell back in his chair. “WHAT THE PECK ARE YE-” he started to rant, before hissing in pain and holding his head. “Ow, ow, owww, pecking hangover-” he groaned in pain, his headache starting to act up again. “What are ye dong here, Grooves?” he grumbled, turning to look at him in the chair.

“Why, to make sure you’re alright, darling. I know how you get after drinking so much.” Grooves explained, before reaching into his pockets for something. He then pulled out some pain medicine, and held it out for Conductor. “Here. There’s some water over there-” Grooves then gestured to the bedside table, where a glass of water was sitting. And Conductor took a second to look at him, before reluctantly taking the medicine from him and reaching over for the glass. “I’d offer you coffee, but I wouldn’t want you getting sick.” Grooves said, causally taking a sip from Conductor’s coffee mug.

“Yeah yeah, ah get it.” Conductor huffed, before popping the medicine into his mouth and taking a small sip of water. For a moment, he almost felt a wave a nausea. But he managed to keep it down, after taking another sip. “So...” Conductor spoke up, looking down at his glass of water and not at Grooves. “...ah did it again, huh?” he finished, after a minute of silence. And Grooves couldn’t help but frown at this, before slowly nodding. “Great. Just pecking great.” Conductor groaned, before rubbing his face.

“Sorry...” Grooves felt himself mumbling under his breath.

“Why are ye apologizing? Ye got nothing to be sorry for.” Conductor said simply, catching Grooves by surprise. “And, uh...thank ye...by the way.” he mumbled lowly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. And Grooves took at moment, before giving a smile.

“You’re more than welcome, darling. How sweet of you.” he gave a warm smile, chuckling as Conductor gave him an annoyed glance.

“Alright, out with ye. Ah want some time alone, to deal with this pecking hangover.” Conductor waved him off, growling out that last part.

At this point, he just wanted to sulk to himself for being such an idiot. How could he have let himself drink so much? Maybe he should just spend the rest of the day in his room. But he quickly regretted saying this, as he saw Grooves’ expression. He looked almost...hurt by his words, though he had no clue why. Hadn’t they done this before? Grooves would bring him home, make sure he got out of bed in the morning, and then leave. So why did he seem so reluctant to leave now? He knew the peckneck cared about him, but…

What was he hiding behind that look?

“Oh...alright then.” Grooves muttered, before quickly chugging down the last of his coffee and getting up from the chair.

He should have expected it really, that Conductor would have wanted some time to himself. And perhaps it was better to leave him alone, to sleep off his headache. That didn’t make it any less disappointing though, as he had really been waiting to talk about last night. Maybe try to give his confession another shot. It’s why he had decided to stay the night there at Conductor’s place, instead of just going home like he sometimes did. He just didn’t feel like it could wait until they were back at the studio, since they both would have work to do. That’s probably why he hesitated before going out the door.

“...Conductor?” Grooves called back, as he had already walked up and was holding the doorknob.

“Yeah?” Conductor called back, almost half-asleep again. But Grooves took a moment, mulling over whether or not he should ask about it in his head. “Spit it out, Grooves.” Conductor interrupted his thought, making him sigh. He then turned around, looking Conductor in the eyes.

“Do...do you remember any of what happened last night? Anything at all?” Grooves asked, praying that he would get an answer. And if Conductor had eyes, they would have widened in surprise.

“Uhhh not really? Me head’s feeling rather fuzzy right now, can barely think straight...” Conductor said quietly, and trailed off when he saw Grooves’ expression start to fall. “Um...why do ye ask?” he gulped, hoping that he didn’t do anything brash or stupid when he had been drunk. But he was surprise to see Grooves simply shake it off and give him a smile.

“Oh, it’s...nothing important, darling. I was just being hopeful, I guess.” Grooves forced a laugh, before letting out a dismal sigh. “Well, I’ll see you at work tomorrow!” he said fake-cheerily, going to open the door and-

“Hold on, Grooves.”

Grooves immediately froze in his tracks once Conductor intervened. And he scolded himself internally, wishing that he hadn’t even mentioned it now. What has he been thinking?! Conductor must be curious about it, now that he had brought it up. And he would most likely be furious if he found out about saying such things to his rival. He took at moment to breath in, then out, and then finally let go of the doorknob to face Conductor. But he was surprised to see that Conductor had an almost unreadable expression on his face. He couldn’t tell if he was scared or worried. But it was certainly out of the norm for him.

“Sit down.” Conductor tossed off his covers and shifted in his bed, leaving an empty space for Grooves. It was honestly kind of funny, as he even patted the mattress for him to sit there. But this was no laughing matter. Grooves took a minute to think about it, before eventually going over to sit with him. The mattress creaked under both of their weight, and Conductor groaned slightly at the noise. Grooves became concerned, but Conductor quickly told him off.

“Tell me everything. And ah mean everything.” Conductor said to him, as calmly as he could. But Grooves could see him fiddling with his hands nervously. He decided not to bring it up, though, and sighed before explaining what happened. He tried to be direct about it, but at the same time he was cautious of how Conductor would react. The last thing he wanted was to be yelled at. And yet, he didn’t want to lie to Conductor either. So he decided to be completely truthful about the whole thing.

But the expressions on Conductor’s face said it all, especially at the more embarrassing parts.

“Ah said wot now?” Conductor whispered in disbelief, as he had just gotten to the part when he had been flirting. And Grooves could feel a twang of guilt and regret at this.

“You said that you liked how I was dressed. And then you called me...” he hesitated greatly, not wanting to go on. But the look that Conductor was giving he made him realize he had already come this far, so he might as well. “...‘Groovy’” he finally managed to say, but it only made him feel worse. In any other setting, he would have found it hilarious and howled with laughter. But with Conductor’s deafening silence, it only made him regret his decision to board the train in the first place. Yet, he went on with the rest of the story, wanting to get it over as quickly as possible.

Once he was finished though, Conductor looked at him like he was crazy.

“Look, you told me to tell the truth. I’m not lying-”

“Ah know that, peckneck!” Conductor shouted suddenly, before winching as his headache came back. Grooves opened his beak to say something, but Conductor quickly raised a hand for him to stop. “Ah know yer not lying. Ah’m just...so stupid.” he buried his face in his hands. By his tone of voice, Grooves almost thought he was going to cry. And he was tempted to rub Conductor’s back for comfort, but decided to think better of it.

“You’re not stupid, you were just-”

“Yes, ah am.” Conductor growled back, cutting Grooves off. “...ah always peck everything up, Grooves. Ah just wanted it to go right. Just wanted to tell ye that-” he quickly cut himself off, grabbing Grooves’ attention. But instead he scooted away from Grooves on the bed, turning his back to him. And Grooves felt like the atmosphere was almost suffocating. He held his tongue as well, not wanting to break the silence by saying something stupid. But it was tempting…

“...did you mean it?”

“Huh?” Conductor quickly turned back, only to see Grooves with his face turned away from him. And Grooves took a minute, before carefully taking off his shades and turning to face him. And Conductor nearly gasped, as he saw his rival’s eyes for the first time. But right now...he could tell they were filled with sadness. And it almost made him want to disappear.

“Did you mean it...when you said you loved me?” he asked again, hope glimmering in his eyes for a moment. And Conductor felt small, almost invisible. Why had he said that? Why had he said that?! He figured that Grooves must have hated him now, and that nothing would ever be the same again. But since he had nothing to lose, and Grooves had been so honest with him before, Conductor slowly nodded his head. “...really?” Grooves asked him, his voice sounding almost relieved. And this got Conductor’s attention, as he turned to look into Grooves’ dark eyes.

“Do ye know why ah got drunk?” Conductor gave a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood a little. And Grooves shook his head, confused as to why Conductor was bringing this up now. “Ah was actually planning to...confess to ye. But ah got the jitters bad once ye boarded, so ah figured some good ol’ scotch would calm me nerves.” he scoffed, before shaking his head and letting out a sigh. “And well...ye can see how well that worked out.” he rested a hand on his face, waiting for Grooves’ reply. But he just sat there awkwardly, as Grooves just stared at him.

Before letting out a light chuckle.

“Oi, what are ye laughing about?!” Conductor scolded him, almost offended. But that soon changed once he saw the Grooves was actually smiling now, not sad like he had been before.

“To think, that I was so nervous during that entire trip. Only to find out you feel the same way.” Grooves quietly mused to himself. “I...was actually going to confess to you too, darling. That’s why I wanted to board your train in the first place.” he felt a bit nervous as he said this, holding his own flippers nervously. And Conductor gave him a questioning look, which he quickly noticed.

“Yer joking?” Conductor asked, almost thinking that he misheard him. But Grooves quickly shook his head, making him blush in surprise. “O-oh...” was all he could say, feeling incredibly flustered at this. “...why me though? Why would ye want to be with...someone like me?” Conductor mumbled, staring down at his feet. And he flinched, as he felt Grooves put a flipper on his shoulder.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Grooves gathered up the courage to try and confess to Conductor right there and then. “It’s because I care about you, darling. And I like spending time with you. Even if you make mistakes sometimes, we all do. But none of that will ever change how I feel about you.” Grooves brought his flipper up to Conductor’s face, and could see the owl’s blushing from underneath his yellow feathers. “I love you. And I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.” he smiled, with an affectionate look in his eyes. And Conductor could feel his face growing hot by every minute.

“Peck, yer really good at this.” he mumbled, before bringing his hand up to hold Grooves’ flipper. “...ah didn’t think ye would ever feel the same way about me. Yer just so perfect in every way. And ah’m just an old coot who yells all the time.” he looked to the side, and Grooves gave him a concerned look. “But if yer would really like to...maybe ah could take ye out sometime?” he proposed, giving a weak smile. And Grooves could feel his face starting to blush as well, before he gave a wide smile back.

“I would love to, darling.” Grooves said happily, before suddenly bringing Conductor into a gentle embrace. And Conductor was complete taken by surprise, almost thinking to retaliate. But...the feathers on Grooves chest, which were now all in his face, were fluffy and comfortable. And he could hear Grooves’ heartbeat clearly, which was almost calming in a way. So instead, Conductor joined into the hug. (Hoping that Grooves wouldn’t see him snuggling up to his chest on purpose)

“Ye could’ve just asked to hug me, peckn-” Conductor started to say, before stopping himself. “-Ah mean...Grooves.” he corrected himself, and Grooves laughed at this.

“Darling! How sweet~” he teased, and laughed when Conductor merely grunted in response. “By the way, that reminds me! I was going to give you something after I confessed.” he said with a grin, and Conductor moved back to look up at him confusedly.

“Wot? Did ye have a gift or s-” Conductor started, before Grooves brought a flipper under his chin. And before he could say anything, Grooves brought his chin up, leaned in slowly-

And gave him a small “kiss” on the top of his beak.

If anything, it was more like a small bump on the head. But that didn’t mean that Conductor wasn’t taken aback, as his whole face started to go red. And Grooves brought his arms around Conductor, embracing him snugly. He started to preen the top of Conductor’s head, nipping at a few small feathers that where poking out. And Conductor said nothing, but couldn’t help letting out a few calmed chirps. It felt...relaxing, though he could feel his face getting hotter and his feathers puffing up from being so flustered.

“Love you, Ducty~” Grooves said in an amorous tone, making Conductor’s feathers puff up even more.

“Sh-shut up!” Conductor squawked in embarrassment, head-butting Grooves’ chest. “Ah love ye too...” he sighed, nuzzling his beak into Grooves’ feathers.

And they both happily stayed like that, until Conductor eventually fell back asleep in Grooves’ arms. But Grooves didn’t seemed to mind, as he carefully laid Conductor back into bed to tuck him in. He grabbed the sheets and carefully placed them over the sleeping owl, making sure he was as comfy as can be. Conductor muttered in his sleep, at one point grabbing Grooves’ flipper and hugging it for warmth. And this made Grooves’ smile, and he leaned down to place another “kiss” on Conductor’s head. And the owl smiled in his sleep, even after Grooves managed to free his flipper.

“Sweet dreams, darling. Hope to see you soon~”

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kingswriting · 5 years ago

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byam character intro ➙ milo park

sometimes, i wonder if i know mouse at all.

i wonder what she thinks of me. does she think that i take her seriously? does she actually know that past this big, beautiful brain full of memes is someone who legitimately, really wants her to be happy?

"i didn’t mean to hide it from you, milo,” she says quietly, and she won’t look at me. i don’t want her to feel ashamed. “i was just....”

i don’t want her excuses either. she’s had to make excuses to enough people. “you had to do it in your own time. i’m not mad,” i say, and i can’t stress it enough. i’m sending her telepathic signals that i hope she’s catching; i really don’t want her to apologize. i’ve known mollie bisset since we were two years old. it’s practically in my blood to want nothing but her happiness.

“thank you for telling me, mollie.” i’m holding both of her hands in mine. i never call her mollie. she’s always been mouse, for as long as i can remember. but i want her to know how serious i am. i raise her hands to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. “i’m really proud of you.”

i can see tears glistening in her eyes, but she quickly laughs me off. “stop being serious, i don’t like it. it’s weird.” our eyes meet, and i’m pretty sure we have a moment of understanding. at least, i really hope we do.

“good. this got a little too gay for me.” i grin at her and she flicks my nose. just like she always does.

tagging: @bebewrites @vixencatastrophe @lucamused @cjjameswriting @ditzysworld @fantastical-birb @aepreall @tabbykatwrites @hwrfta @writer-whim @drowsy-quill @7chee @merielxwritings @dearjjuliet @asoftplxcetoland @redwritesreads

#me transplanting milo from dirtbags: heres ur new transfer student #anyway i love milo and wanted to have him in something that im actually gonna write #so now he's mouses bff #thequeerlibrary #wip: between you and me #c: milo #I! LOVE! MILO!#MY SWEET BOY!

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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That behind closed doors vid eh? I took the time to change the angle/darkness on them for my own viewing so by comparing them to the other videos, my screengrabs might seem a little different, but that’s just bc i changed the pitch and yaw settings and adjusted the brightness.

spoilers technically bc this wasn’t released to the public by gearbox, so venture forth at your own risk. nothing story-wise, as far as i’m aware, though.

alright it took me a while to get things settled as i had to keep adjusting the saturation and stuff for different scenes but i am here and i am ready to ANALYZE

as we pop into sanctuary-III we notice a new quest which I am like 40% sure is named “Going Rogue” which... is a pretty interesting name. “Being Reguo” is what I actually see but I don’t think that’s it.

we also have a couple of guns in the vending machine

+3- Weapon Charge Speed so we know Maliwan guns have charge time so I’m glad there are perks to reduce that.

a sniper sold by Amara

more reduced charge speed + melee damage

Jakobs Assault Rifle! Bonus crit damage (hoping ARs are actually viable this time around), weapon accuracy, melee.

I can’t read it, but I am assuming this is the rare spawn notification

this seems like a hub for the rare enemy missions! that is so awesome

2 of the rare enemies we can fight i am assuming

some more. i actually thought the far left, 2nd over was zer0

“I know it sounds impossible, but you’re going to have to stop the Unstoppable”.

In-Game friend’s list

5 tabs, one of them looks like a key, maybe there are friend codes across consoles? Idk what the first tab is named, but they have 7 friends online. I believe the bottom one (Moze) is you and the top one is the person you’ll be joining? It shows what quest you’re on under your name. And for some reason there’s an icon of claptrap at the top, that very well may be the current player’s icon (as it’s also above Moze and it says gunner in the box). You can edit your status apparently, but idk what status means. there’s also a button for View Inventory.

viewing the inventory rn

edit group button below ur icon/profile

new area

the unstoppable man goliath himself

more of the new area

1 (one) fear: The Unstoppable

he can apparently throw shit at us like Bullymongs did

F in chat for Zane

You can also shoot them out of the air

“Don’t leave empty [handed?]”

zoomer is so fucking cute

he threw the tire thing and it flew behind him instead of forwards

lmao

also i 100% just noticed this but zoomer is red instead of the normal yellowish, might be bc of a perk or maybe zoomer conforms to zane’s skin as well? could’ve sworn he was wearing the basic bitch outfit tho

moze and ib

can’t tell if this is a skin or not lmao the quality is too terrible

the quest called Sanctuary

i think that is a new skin? it looks black instead of blue but again that may be the quality of the video

oooo that’s different!!!! QUEST TO CUSTOMIZE SANCTUARY FOR THE INHABITANTS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

THIS IS ALSO DIFFERENT!!!!

vs the sanctuary-iii demo below

the behind the doors demo ^

the sanctuary-iii demo v

that’s a different list on the floor!!

the mail menu/tab!!!!!!

New legendary pangolin shield gives nova, storage, and health. does more weapon damage while shields are depleted

“I said bitttttttcccchhhhhh”

Also, those fucking names are brilliant. “Amara (as Amara), CalypsoKilla86 (as Zane), Fl4k (as Moze), MC Hammerlock (as unlisted), Moze (as Moze), SkagLord9000 (as Moze), Captain_Fuzz_Lipp (Offline - picture is Rhys), and Maya (Offline - I think the picture is Maya)

Maxxed-Out Sureshot++

“Thrown weapon MIRVs into 3 projectiles”

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want to send this item? Sent mail cannot be returned.”

EDGELORD ZANE FLYNT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

GRANDPA NEVER GREW OUT OF HIS HOT TOPIC PHASE TGSHDTJYRUKJETHYRWTEQ

Moze heads! cool top hat skull

Moze skins

spooky scary. reminds me of Zer0′s pirate skin from captain scarlett

MOZE COLORS AND IT’S REAL WE GET TO PICK OUR COLOR SCHEMES THANK YOU OMG

GEARBOX ACTUALLY LET ME BE GAY IM YELLING

Moze emotes

it looks like there is a wheel for emotes!!!

so far we see finger guns and a little heart. we also know there’s a wave and we’ve seen amara do the chicken dance.

Amara, and some of her heads

birb

her hair holy shit that’s gorgeous

is that a crimson raider helmet? that’s badass as fuck goddamn

marcuS?

oh no Amara’s a furry now

drop from the rare enemy we see in the moze gameplay, maybe?

psycho cultist mask

warfstache?

Amara skins

spooky. guessing there will be a halloween skin event?

Fl4k!

i think this is their VIP reward head

Fl4k skins that change patterns

looks like a hawaiian shirt pattern on their jacket

camo

glow?

idk but it looks awesome

looks wintery to me, idk, maybe a floral print?

Zane heads

Soldier 76 reference i am guessing? I don’t play overwatch, im talking about the gay soldier guy with the visor lmao

space dandy fucked dirk im-

there are also gun charms

amara’s arm

buttstallion’s tail iirc

claptrap charm!

... eye of the destroyer? i think? needs more teeth

i have no idea lmao

fl4k’s doggy bowl!

helios hmmm

jack’s mask D:

moxxi’s hat

psycho mask

RHYS’S MOUSTACHE LMFAO

?????

tina’s bunny

a toaster? finally i can go swimming with my guns-

gearbox logo

weapon skins:

more eden 6:

is that is that an atlas building i see? or maybe thats SUPAMAX MFG!! they said we’d find a lot of crashed ships on Eden-6 (hey shoutout to my one post that said that the ship with bugs in it was gonna be the B-Team’s crashed ship that stranded them there, I WAS SO CLOSE)

may be supamax mfg

TINA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

looks they they’ve been living in the abandoned center (Jakobs? is it actually?)

Jakobs manor in the background

“Issarians” “Sarians” I dunno but they’re lil dinosaur thingies

more jakobs manor

i like the mix of old-timey shit and holograms/neon lights

this place is fucking huge omg

there’s like a library and everything holy shit

and it all goes to shit when the CoV get in there and hang people with TVs for heads (3rd trailer)

looks like its a basement or smth

volcano? volcano? volcano? volcano?

(also from the third trailer ^) ARE WE GONNA BLOW UP THE VOLCANO? FUCK YEAH

Jabbers! cat monkey things. they are smart and can use guns

dome - reminds me of the atlas biodome of which cassius is from

(from TFTBL ^)

but it's just empty :|

some of the abandoned ships!

definitely thinking that abandoned factory like area we see (Tina Brick and Mordy in) is SUPAMAX MFG. these ships are SUPER similar to Sanctuary-III

THAT’S SO COOL??? this is straight outta skyrim holy shit. that giant skeleton on the tree holy fuck

looks like some sort of factory area? pump/mining maybe?

omfg lmao

this looks awful lmao but they said there is a gas giant in the sky so i gotta believe them

moze standing in what looks like the main menu

“[Iron Bear] is a little bit scuffed up - she’s seen some action”

they go on to talk about stuff we’ve already seen: about Moze’s action skills (hardpoints) and her skill trees

a better look at Amara’s phasegrasp

The quest is

“Bandit Jabber Hunter Spy”

Zane and Amara running ahead

You can target your missiles to one or multiple enemies at once. that’s fuckin awesome

more of Amara’s phasegrasp

Zane’s clone in action

“Lair of the Harpy”

And that’s it so far. That’s all we got. but holy shit was it a wild ride. I’m soooooo happy we get to pick our own colors for our skin designs. Seriously. So fucking happy.

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #spoilers #leaked content

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sastheforestspirit · 6 years ago

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MIKAEL

(questions are from this post)

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? Artur "Mikael" Sikora - Arthur is royal name, but I didn't mean it when I was creating him. I wanted just use a name I didn't have already xD I have so many male OCs with Tami :V Sikora is polish name for tit bird, he is smoll and loves nature I think it's cute, and he has pet wild jay who he loves dearly and feeding everymoring I thought it will be funny for him to have bird-related surname. Mikael is his witch name, he pick it randomly just thought it sound nice. 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? No, he is regular man. 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? Since he is only child and his mother was a little overprotective he had save and decent live, but since his mother was overprotective he also had hard times with her in general. He discovered he is gay pretty early and that part of his live was pretty hard to hide to. As a kid he didn't really know what he likes and what he wants to do, only around his 20 he got intrested in witchcraft. His worst memories are those with hiding his identy, he was trying to date, one girl, few boys, he was too good sometimes and people were using him often in those relationships. 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? He now lives alone, but visiting her mother at least two times per month, and tries one per week. He knows both of his parents, but his mother left his father and now live with her new boyfriend. He didn't stay in touch with father. The worst memory is just parents divorce, but like he don't have one clear accident he would say is bad. His mother was just not the best mother ever and make him often feel gulity over accidents, like "that's your fault they hit you", "you dress strange so you should think about it" etc, his father was working and drinking a bit too much, so he hates it but like he never hit you or anything so he thinks about it like "he was lucky enough" 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? Nop 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? He is an adult already but he finished Uni (Kolegium Karkonowskie)(english philology), he always liked polish, english and history, never was really intrested in biology, but now he can't belive it, since plants and nature is his new everything. 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? He wasn't the most popular kid, but had some friends like everyone in neghborhood and also in school. Since he had allways those 'strange" vibes, he got use to short friendships like in 3 years highschool that would never survive after that. He has some friends now as adult, but never was really serious about them. (Except Edi he is now dating ♥) 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? As a kid he didn't had any animals, since mom didnt let him. Now he kind of tamed wild jay, that is very smart birb and got use to this human feeding him every moring. It trust him and would sit on his arm, but would never let him touch it. Mikael loves it dearly and he is very proud that bird let him be its friend. He saved it when jay was still young. He loves animals, almost as much as he loves plants. As a witch he adore cats most, but never had any. 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? His jay likes him, cats and dog's likes him most of the time. He is very respectufl for nature and walks slower next to animals to no scare them, so they are a little calmer next to him. 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? He is okay with children but it's not like he loves them. Chidren are a little to exhaustive in his opion, since he like peace and silence a lot. Children look at him with intrest since he wearing alternative fashion and kiddos like that. He would be good godparent, but he would be exhausted fast. 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? He can eat mostly anything, but he tries to eat less meat, like once/two per week. He hate junk food, and loves a lot polish comfrot foods dishes like bigos and rosół. He likes dishes that make you think about witchcrafting, like pies, stawes and soups. 12. What is their favourite food? Stew inspierd soup. 13. What is their least favourite food? Sea food, foods with a lot fat 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? So far no, I dont have any ideas 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? He can cook at basic lvl, but a few his fav dishes are complicated. He can make curry soup, stew, american style cookies, but he has no idea how to bake any kind meat, or cake. So far people like his cooking. 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? He collect crystals, plants, spells, funny shaped rocks, basicly anything any forest witch would like. 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? He is okay with photos of himself, but doesn't care about doing selfies unless he is asked to do it. He have few of his photos somewhere on his laptop. He likes doing photos of spells, sigils he made, food, pretty langscapes and post on witchy forum. 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else He likes adventure books, and books about witchcraft, plants etc. He picks music randomly on spotify and dont really care about genre. TV shows and movies: adventure, documentaries (with lots of plants), sometimes horror. 19. What’s their least favourite genres? Romantic comedies, mostly comedies in gerenal. 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? He never really listen any musical but he really likes music. He knows lyrics to his fav songs and he can sing them anytime. He is the type of person who listen 5 songs on loop entire day. 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? In general he is very patient. But don't respect him and he will not hestinate. He can turn really agressive but in short spawn. He also is less patient with himself that others. 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? He is trying not to isnulting people, sometimes if someone will make him angry he can bitch behind their back to avoid conflict. 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? He has decent memory, but not unhuman-like. He read a lot and try to learn about witchcraft so he excersice his memory all the time. He is good with faces but sometimes will forgot a name. 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? He is trying to sleep a healthy 7 hours per day, but sometimes its 8 sometimes its 6, since is jay is waking him up every moring at 6, he got use to wake up at 6 and is living like that. He don't snore and sleep pretty deep. He sleep in regular single bed, with soft matterss. 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? He think he has good sense of humore. He loves his boyfriend jokes and acident jokes and punes. He think it's really funny to 28 year old man act like little naughty kitten sometimes. 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? He will share his happines with everyone. He will giggle at every occasion and hum a little, in home will start sing. 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? When human dont respect nature and others. When people are showing that money are more important than others. Being alone. He is not crying thaat easly, mostly because he is trying to stay positive and strong as much as he can. 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? He dont have any phobia he is aware of, he is scared of horror-like clowns, ghosts. He would never enter abonded bulding in night, but he is okay with forests in night. Scared he will not scream, but got very silent and pale. 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? He don't think teasing people over their fears is funny and will respect that. He will try to protect this person. 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? He likes walks, but would never run or play any sport. If he would get force to run right now he will proably -alsmot- pass out. He don't have any stamina. 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? He actually likes to drink and go to parties, but like... will stay in the croner and chat with one person. He hates hangovers but will get drunk sometimes anyway. When people are drunk he will tease, when hangover he will be kind. 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? He tries to dress like urban male witch he is. Black, browns, green. And hint of yellow, like a scarf, or a shoe ties. He really likes this style, most of the time he got his clothes at second hand stores, sometimes he is lucky and will get osmetihng new. 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? Sometimes boxers sometimes reagular pants, depend of how hot it is and what did he pick at the store/was cheap/took from his drawer. 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? For a man living in poland he is kinda short. Slim, but not like really thin and almost with no muscules. A little bit fat here and there. 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? dunno to hard to think about now 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? He can at basic lvl: do spells, cook, saw baisc things, sing but basic, draw also basci only plants. He didnt had any real hobby at age when kiddos are fast learners. Was playing outside nothing serious. 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? He likes to read, mostly non fiction since he feel oblgation to learn a lot as a witch. He read kinda slow but that's mostly for better understanding those non fiction books 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? Depends on his mood, but sometimes he is jelly how people can stay more focus at their job and dreams, since he still dont really have abig dream. He would love to be better at cooking and baking. From craft he can't do it's gonna be sculpturing 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? He is a little bit old fashioned, so he loves leatters, but textes are good too. Small little notes with the love one on the fridge <3 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? He likes coffee and sweets, will not tolerate energy drinks. He can take a weaker coffee at eveing if he wanna stay focus at something. 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? Gay. More than just look he likes when his man is just sweet/adorable in character. After few hard relationships he is affraid of being used, so he need a lot of patinet with that and a man who will show him his respect his moneny, time and what is he doing. 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? Is living in the cottage a goal? He want just live peacefully and a little slower then the rest. But he would scirfce anything for his mother, boyfriend and magick. 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? He worship Gaia and respect small nature spirtis. 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? He loves spring and autumn equally. Second fav is summer, because there is a lot plant's but it's a little to hot. He loves rain the most, but not a storm. He loves kowing that plants have enought water to drink. He is a little better with cold than hot. 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? He looks a little to strange for stranger, with his fashion and sometimes they way he talks, but if you get to know him, he is calm and decent guy with big passion for magick. It's similar since he is very careful with how much he shows. 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? He s super strange at first glance, he is sometimes like this strange old guy from you nieghbor you were scared of as kiddo. Also giving this misterious vibes. And... that's basicly him, unless he is not that misterious, more like cat that turned out to be a little silly. 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? OKay, okay, so now we will be roleplaying old event with christmas eve (cough) so listen, he is not wearing those as regular, but he will wear: a grey wool suit, and funny colorfull bowtie, also funny socks and black elegant shoes. White shirt. He dont like fancy parites. 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? He loves spending time in a club to forget about problems, when he was younger and single a little plus flirting, but not much. He prefer to spend time with few people over daning in the middle. He also like small parties at home and family gatherings even if his mother makes him sick sometimes. 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? He is very sentimental, and so far he has a lot valued object, but his Grimoire and necklace with Gaia symbol are the most important to him. He lost his glimore in rp recently so (RIP) snif, but he play cool, he can write it again. 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials? Grimore, some water, fav crystals, few small spells, one book, phone, pen, jar for things he may find, wallet. Essentials are: wallet, jar, Grimoire and phone.

#mikael #50 question #idk how to tag it #my OC #developing my OC

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ghostgirl5623 · 6 years ago

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Marvelsona That’s Actually in the DC Universe HC’S Whoops

You guys can go see a picture of him on my Instagram profile @//just.a.smol.boy - there are periods in between each word, make sure to do that okay?

((I’ll probs figure out a way on how to post a picture of him on here someday))

Anyways-- Onto the headcannons for the boyo!

- His full name is Markus Ann Little

- He’s a trans man who’s gay for everyone ((mostly the tall, strong boys (doesn’t matter if they’re good or evil, he’s still hella heckin’ gay for ‘em))

- Very feminine and short at 5′3

- Wants to be shorter than everyone but taller than certain people

- Has a grudge against Batman/Bruce because he’s one of the few he wants to be taller than and the ass is like a fucking giant compared to him

- He will force you to let him boop your nose whenever the fuck he deems appropriate and will screech if denied

Guys he’s got the hot’s for; A List

Batman/Bruce (he’d fuck if there wasn’t such a huge age gap)

Slade (again with the age gap man)

Nightwing/Dick (I mean c’mon, his name is Dick and how can you not)

Red Hood/Jason (might be fucking and dating but who knows???)

(Actually Markus right here ^)

- Jason has given up and let’s Markus be/do whatever the little fucker wants

- Jokingly calls himself Birb-boi and Music Man

- In his late teens/early twenties and acts like a five year old on steroids

- Controls sound waves, pretty flexible, and a good shot if the BatFam has anything to say about it

- Constantly playing music out loud when fighting people

- An anti-hero that follows Jason and sometimes Dick around Gotham

- Dick likes to tease him about how short he is

- He acts angry but actually really likes being called short because it makes him feel cute n’ shit

An actual encounter between Dick and Markus

D: What’s up Ann?

M: Fuck you I’m manly as fuck, Dick!

- Expect him to give random cats rides on his shoulders when walking around with one of the bat's

- Poison Ivy took him in when he was kicked out by his family for being their son instead of their daughter???

- Not a lot is known about his origins really

- Natural brunette that somehow makes purple hair look natural??? (Dick's doin' himself a confuse)

- Not very strong physically and can sometimes cry when really angry (cuz fuck crying when you’re sad af)

- Likes cuddly types of things like giant stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, etc.

- He low-key has a room at Bruce’s mansion that he stays in majority of the time because of how mush “vey soft” stuff is in it all just for him

- He’s trying to be more hero-like because of the above fact and he feels really grateful to the whole family

- Can and will be a tiny ball of anger

- Almost all of the BatFam can pick him up, that’s how short and tiny he is

- Kinda like the Joker in that he wants Bruce to laugh at one of his jokes/puns

- Quotes Tumblr posts and memes 24/7

- Was going to make his whole costume black and purple but really liked the white accents that came out in the end and kept them

- He collects succulents and pins and books and old movies he liked as a kid to watch when he gets depressed and stuff

- Give him minty and chocolaty stuff while you cuddle up with him to watch Netflix to cheer the poor boy up

- Jason is his favorite cuddle-buddy with Bruce a close second (he very rarely gets to show affection with the big broody guy and is really happy when Bruce does allow him to) and then Dick coming up behind the two of them

- Once marathoned an entire eighteen season show non-stop when his body-dysphoria got really bad

- Had both surgeries but isn’t comfortable without wearing his old binder yet

- Always has an oversized sweater or hoodie on

- It’s either skinny jeans or shorts that go to mid-thigh with this one, there is no in between

- Climbed onto Jason’s back and took a nap once upon a time while he was working down in the Bat Cave for a few hours

- He can be really calm for whatever reason

- Bruce gets suspicious of him and of something being wrong when he is

And uh- yeah I’ll post a part two if I come up with some more for this sweet boy... Until then later my dudes and happy Pride month!

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invaderblitzwing · 7 years ago

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Me and sis watched Cyborg 009 Legend of the Super Galaxy SUPER LONG POST

Ayyyyy LMAO we back it again! PLEASE PREPARE FOR A SUPER LONG POST!

First off the Olympics look good this year~!

Jet....WHAT ARE YOU SITTING ON!?

This will be the first of MANY lovely pictures of Albert’s smiling face~

*angry German noises* *shocked french noises* *cute Russian baby noises*

Albert is just like I was when I was a little girl. I sit on the arm of the sofa not the actual cushions. Stay young at heart you amazing man!

“GUYS MY FAVORITE SHOW IS ON!!!” :D

The husbands are concerned!!!

“Jr. you have done me good, now fly my child. Send my love to my darling back home.”

“I did not raise that boy to send love letters via pigeon.,,where did I go wrong?”

“Look Sausage or whatever your name was...the bird we gave you is not real...he died yesterday...your holding a stuffed animal..I’m sorry.”

Space Captain Harlock (2013) looks good!

NOW FOR LOVELY PICTURES WITH JET

So far everything looks good...

JET WHAT IS WITH THAT LOOK?!?!

The Jet spam is over for now, now let’s see how Joe is doing.

“Franny for the love of GOD I’M NOT GOING TO BUY THAT SEASHELL OFF YOU FOR 160 BELLS!!!”

Franny found out about Joe and Albert’s relationship...I don’t think she took it well.

TO THE S.S.49, SHE MAY BE A SMALL SHIP BUT SHE WILL KEEP ME SAFE!

“Dr.Gilmore...I’m sorry...but I’m gay. Me and Franny would never have worked...please get off.”

Jet are you OK?! XD Did you throw out your back!?

“Dad I threw out my back!”

“Jet stop, your not old enough to have a bad back.”

OK. OK. Chang’s face when looking at his husband being silly is PRECIOUS!

IT’S. SO. FREAKING. CUTE!!!!!!!

The Mummy (1999) starring GB as the Mummy.

Remember if your in a scary situation, hug the nearest Geronimo Jr. because he will protect you. He is the Teddy Bear in the group after all. Sweet and cuddly, but big and intimidating.

BOOP, congratulations you now have been blessed by the wise birb or New York!

ANOTHER BLESSED PHOTO! Happiest puppy around~

“JET I TOLD YOU TO TURN THE FLASH OFF!!!”

When Cyborgs party too hard!

Star Trek (1966)

“Well that there looks like a real big problem ya got there on the ship there, I tell ya what. YEEHAW!”

Albert ARE YOU OK!?

The Cyborgs have partied way too much yet again!

ADORABLE!!

Albert looks so proud of Joe, like “Look at my beautiful lover over there being such a hero!”

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) starring Joe!

“Sorry Joe, but I think Dads asleep.”

“zzzzzz...no i...i’m not a...an owl...zzzzzz”

“Albert honey, that right over there is the exact spot I want you to do me at.”

“Joe...I hate to tell you this but you just pointed to a rock...I can’t do that.”

This was the last time Albert ever played Fire Emblem.

There was a part here in the movie when Albert and Joe got separated for a split second. It’s adorable how Albert looked for Joe then he popped outta nowhere. Only to run at Albert happy to see him! >w<

ALBERT!!! :D

OH GOD WHAT DID I STOP AT!?

“Look lady it’s like I told the Dr. I am GAY please stop hitting on me.”

SAD BIRB

SOMEONE SAY PIZZA?!

Sie sind das Essen und Wir sind die Jaeger!

Jet wants your dog and he WILL HAVE THAT DOG!

PRECIOUS BOI!

This whole segment with Joe and this Lady was funny, because Albert looks so jealous! XD

“Dad! Joe is getting chummy with the alien chick...aren’t you mad or jealous?”

“I’M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL.”

“Welp there goes my parents...just when they were having such a good relationship!”

The new Five Nights at Freddy’s looks good! O,O

What a beautiful picture of Albert..wait you have EYELIDS!?! YOU CAN SHUT YOUR EYES!?

The most manly arm wrestling match ever~

“Joe darling, if I may ask would you like to have dinner later? I’ll cook....”

“Franny please keep your moaning and groaning down, I’m trying to talk about dinner plans.”

Joe helping his husband after he get injured!

All jokes aside this WHOLE ENTIRE PART OF THE MOVIE ALWAYS GETS ME IN TEARS...

Jet misses his Dad and is so heartbroken over it!!!

Even Joe is super upset about it!

Look at his face, poor baby is very much in pain at the loss of Albert!!

My heart is broken and I am dead inside.

“OH DAD WHY!? WHY DID Y HAVE TO GO!?”

*ANGELIC SINGING* HE LIVES!!!

“Dad you are alive my family is back together!!!”

Albert is so happy to be alive!

It’s all thanks to Joe for caring deeply for him!

“Thanks to your love Joe, love has conquered death and I AM ALIVE!”

And so we end on this angel smiling and winking!

#blitzy's thoughts #cyborg 009 #legend of the super galaxy #cyborg 009 legend of the super galaxy #49 #rare pair #good movie #10/10

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dirtboye-remade · 7 years ago

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You asked for it :3

1. How old were you the first time you fell in love?

14? My first actual serious crush was my friend Joey

2. Name the first person who broke your heart

Used to know a guy named Greg and we were super close but he told me to kill myself because I was asleep at 3am :)

3. How many different best friends have you had in your life?

6 ish.

4. Do you have a best friend?

My three closest are @sketchedgazin @birdvour and my friend Ben :3 i lov u guys

5. Do you have any specific talent?

I can draw kinda ok and sound like an anime girl does that count

6. Do you fit into any stereotypes?

Edgy teen who says "guess I'll die"/"gonna kms" every 2 minutes

7. What’s your sexuality?

Panromantic mainly but low-key gray-ace

8. What’s your favorite animal?

OPOSSUMS AND BIRBS HOLY SHI T I love them so much please message me pics of opossums or pet birds

9. What are your favorite pet names?

If you mean like in a relationship way then being called cutie or smol makes me cry but I also really love pets with human names fiigdgidigduivf

10. What do you think love is?

this is a hard question and im not very philosophical but tbh I randomly think of my crush (;3) and smile like a idiot and I get really happy when she messages me (yOU KNOW EHO U AR E)

11.When did you discover your favorite band?

An ex friend sent me "Something Good can Work" by Two Door Cinema Club and I've loved the band ever since (I think this was also 2014-15?)

12. Do you want to get married?

Yes, but probably a small wedding because I will most definitely cry and I can't handle anyone seeing me cry lmao

13. Do you want to have kids?

Nope. Don't know if this opinion will change but I can hardly even care for myself and I panic if a kid starts crying

14. When did you have your first kiss?

I haven't

15. How did you lose your virginity?

See above

16. Have you been cheated on?

Nope but I have been replaced in friend groups :)

17. How many times have you fallen in love, requited or not?

About 5

18. Have you ever rejected anyone?

Yes.

19. Have you ever cheated?

No that's fucking disgusting

20. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?

y e s all my relationships have been long distance :(

21. Do you prefer the romantic or sexual aspects of relationships?

Romantic

22. What’s your favorite thing about your significant other?

I don't have one :(

23. Do you have a significant other?

Read above

24. What’s your favorite thing about your best friend?

@sketchedgazin gay jelly

25. Do you want a significant other?

p l e a s e i m d y i n g

26. Do you like anyone?

@sketchedgazin I m g ay

27. Who was the last person you loved?

Joey

28. Do you have a celebrity crush?

What's up I'd die for Finn Wolfhard also please you disgusting fucks don't make those comments if you're older like what the FUCK

29. Name a song that makes you want to fall in love

there's a lot but the big mood is "The Quiet" and "Talk Me Down" by Troye Sivian

30. Do you think you’ll be happy later in life?

Who knows. I'm hopeful.

There's the random infodump tonight lmfao

@jinglejangleurshitupbro

#dont test me i love infodumping #also rest in fuckign pieces sg's tags gbkfbkkbdkbfibd

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crankxplier · 8 years ago

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Now all I can imagine is Angel! Ethan losing all of his loved ones to old age and just keeping their items as mementos of them and oh my lordy. What if he just had an entire room full of the team's stuff and like, kept their clothes around because they smelled like them and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

crap, dude

o w?But!! Imagine him isolating himself and stopping becoming friends with people or falling in love because it hurts too much but then he eventually another angel is cast down and he and Ethan run into each other and the poor newbie fallen angel is so lost and confused, Ethan helps him adjust to Earth and they slowly end up falling in love and staying together since the newly fallen angel has nowhere else to go.

Eventually the newcomer angel (can we call him Wilson?) asks why Ethan keeps clothes that aren’t his size/he doesn’t wear, since everything Ethan has shown him seems so practical and this doesn’t. Ethan holds back tears and tries to muster a smile as he explains they used to be his friends’ clothing, before they passed away. And Eth just wants to leave it at that but Wilson is curious and comes up, comforting him and asking him if he wants to talk about it.

And Ethan does. It’s been decades and he’s had no one to talk to and he’s just been keeping it all bottled up inside and he just sobs as he talks about every one of his friends and how much he loved them and he describes them so perfectly because he remembers them vividly, Wilson listens and tries to understand what Ethan is feeling. It’s difficult because he hasn’t had any hardships since falling but he knows how much Ethan is hurting and he just,, gives him a good ol huggo and wraps his wings around Ethan.

Bonus if once Eth and Wilson are a couple they end up meeting a super angsty vampire who hates everything and is a total loner but also his car broke down, he’s lost and he needs a place to stay for the night and God he hates angels. Angsty vamp ends up staying with pure angel couple and much to his dismay develops a schoolgirl crush and acts like he hates them when in reality they give him butterflies and

Ethan chuckling and telling the vampire how he reminds him of how a friend (Mark) acted before they started dating and how embarrassed Mark was of his crush, vampire is extremely angry about this information because he’s certain Ethan knows, goddamnit he knows doesn’t he, he’s toying with me!! And vampire straight up kisses Eth, glaring at him the whole time but then oops Ethan actually liked that

Wilson is just a pure innocent boy is v happy! He has a new friend/boyfriend and is just the fluffiest cuddliest birb boyfriend who vampire and Eth are very much in love with

(Alternatively, Wilson and vampire could be other youtubers like Jack and Felix or G and Girbeagly but I like making original gay boys okay)

#angel!ethan #angel au #I made this way too gay and unrelated to the ask #oops #ask #anon

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dahlia-the-nurd · 8 years ago

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Ignore this I am only referring to the AB fandom just legit ignore this

@111cuteemmy111 @flawlessperiplan @angry-birbs

Let’s pick this apart, shall we?

> “Your homophobic.”

Well, considering the religion I was raised in, Islam, yes, my religion is AGAINST all the ideas of the LGB spectrum. (Not Transsexual, though.) But seeing I was raised to be more open-minded, I’m neutral to gay and lesbian ships. I wasn’t against it neither will I ever be. I have personal friends who are Bisexual, Trans, Pansexual, etc, and they sure as fuck don’t think me as one big homophobe. If they did, I’m sure they’d blocked me by now. I apologize if I come across as a homophobe, but I’m really not. Also, just because I DISLIKE a gay ship, doesn’t equate me being homophobic, neither do my straight preferences equate me as a homophobe. That’s like me literally saying y’all are heterophobic just because you dislike Chuckella (Chuck x Stella for now). And saying this to someone is not only hurtful but offending. Even if I was homophobic, I would be calling out all gay/lesbian ships, not just one. (And no, I didn’t call out Chured JUST for it being gay.)

>”Chuck x Stella is pedophilia”

On...what....grounds???? And actual freaking proof please?????

Again, I know HALF of the fandom by now ships Bubbles x Hal, but do you see me hating on them and be like “UGH BUBBLES IS A KID AND DAS GAY.” True, Smosh voice acted Bubbles, but the Movie is said to be a Prequel to all events. While admittedly, Rovio has still yet to reveal Bubble’s true age. Also thinking that Chuck is an adult and Stella as a teen does NOT mean they can never date. I’ve known tons of adults who’ve dated younger women. There are a huge variety and number of actors/actresses who’ve dated people quite younger than them. I don’t see you shouting “PEDOPHILIA!” to them. If a ship doesn’t make sense, it makes no sense with other reasons. You can’t just slap a huge “AGE DIFFERENCE” and be happy with that. Personality matters as well. Honestly, as much as you think Red fits with Chuck, in my own opinion, Stella can fit with Chuck because of personality. Stella looks and sounds like an actual teenager roughly about17-18 years old. Chuck’s about like what, a YEAR older than her? or 2-3 years for your AUs? If you don’t like the ship, that’s fine. But saying it’s horrible, and calling it out for no absolute reason is unreasonable and hateful. And if that’s how you want the fandom to be, then you’re spreading a disgusting message. A lot of people like Chuckella, but they don’t THROW SHADE on their NOTPs.

Chured fans, if you want this whole drama to stop, then how about first stop being so mean to people’s ships? I have legit friends that LOVE Chured, like @schizophrenicfrankie and they (I’m gonna refer them as they bc I don’t know their pronouns) don’t honestly mind Chuckella. They DISLIKE this unnecessary throwing of shade of non-Chured ships. My friend had to go through the torment of being harassed by this Chured fan (and other fans), just because my friend liked a non-Chured ship. HARASSED. YES. THAT, HORRIBLE THING THAT STILL HAPPENS ON THE INTERNET AND I WISH THAT ERADICATED BY NOW.

^ Exactly. (Also the link to the other reblogging thread.)

Look, I don’t HATE Chured 100%. I like them as friends, and it’s because it’s actually pure to me. I don’t HATE the fans who ship it. I don’t MIND any of my AB followers/friends shipping any homosexual/heterosexual pairing (provided it isn’t inappropriate). What I do mind, is how these Chureds/ other fans think it’s “okay” to throw hate on this ship nobody asked for. How do you think that your AB followers who DON’T ship Chured but happen to ship Chuckella/and other straight ship would feel about that? I know opinions are opinions but you should learn not to hurt others with it. I don’t want this fandom tearing apart itself, and I want it to be a better place. I’m sure you do too. And I know there are these tons and tons of talented people who love this ship (Chured) to death, but keeping a disrespecting attitude won’t help solve this.

#long LONG post #nurd rants #nurd speaks #nurd tags peeps #angry-birbs #111cuteemmy111 #flawlessperipan #//drama #schizophrenicfrankie

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abunchoffandomsmushedtogether · 8 years ago

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Headcannon Request By Anon

Everyone on the ship had been up for 48 hours straight. Why? I don’t know. But that’s our storyline. Everyoe has a GIF to sum them up, except for Keith, since I combined his with Lance’s, and I couldn’t find a tired emo alien GIF. Whoops.

Pidgeotto

-Ha. 48? More like 76 hours straight, give or take. 48 is nothing.

-They stay up really late all the time for projects. They don’t just sleep in the middle of a project. They commit.

-Pidge is ruthless when it comes to sleeping and eating.

-If they aren’t dying, they don’t need it.

-So GR U M P Y

-Ready to bite somebody’s head off, probably. My lil’ Pidgeon needs thier rest to be a hap hap smol birb. Otherwise they grump grump smol birb. And grump grump isn’t good.

-Many nights have gone by where Pidge went missing, only to be found sleeping in a weird position, presumably because they fell asleep working on a project, so not much is different for Pidge. Insomnia is the usual. and after they locked Pidge in their room to make them sleep, too.

-Everything is the same except they make a lot less references to a lot less memes, and they are much less patient to anyone who asks a ‘dumb’ question. Tired Pidge doesn’t have time for dumb plebs like the other Paladins. They just wanna fight tbh

-This smol child is ready to fight

Lance and the Space Gay

-I understand everything now. Should you be able to hear colors like this normally?

-Lack of sleep definitely effected Lance’s ability to think logically.

-Klance factor up 60%, peace and quiet down by 40%.

-Arguments every three seconds, which they immediately forget the cause of.

-Lance has some serious insom-nom-nom-nia. He eats food when he’s tired. At hours 27 and 39, Hunk and Pidge found him shoving ridiculous amounts of space goo into his mouth when they went to the galley. They just backed away slowly and left him.

-Keith, like Pidge, has dealt with his fair share of insomnia, so he’s not very fazed, even towards the end of those 48 hours when everyone goes to bed. He does find it funny how everyone else seems to have issues with staying up so much, though. Unlike everyone else, Keith stays up after the 48 hours are over, to ‘Keep Watch.’ Until Lance dragged him to bed with him, that is.

-The next morning, Lance is not happy he had to stay up, and Keith loves it.

Space Queen

-She’s completely out of it by the 29th hour. She just sits and starts playing with the water coming out of a faucet?

How tf did she even find a faucet they’re in space wtf

-Honestly, the laws of psychics stopped applying to her at around hour 30, there’s nothing we can do.

Hunk

-He’s too sweet. He only really lost a lot of his energetic amazingness? He was still nice and amazing down to hour 48, although he did get a lot quieter. I’m betting he was the only one allowed to take a nap. Because nobody wants to see that sweetheart cry.... right?

-He was kind of the caretaker because of all that.

-At least, he was, until he saw Lance mauling the poor innocent Space Goo.

-Then he was just the really supportive friend!

-After the whole ordeal, everyone congratulated him on being so strong and resilient.... he couldn’t stop blushing.

Someone please take this smol child away from me before I get asked to write angst.... he doesn’t deserve that/.

Space Dad(dy)

-(INTERNAL SCREAMING)

-He needs his sleep, okay? This is not nice. Not at all. He still managed to make it seem like he was fine though, by some miracle, at least until around hour 43. That’s when things started to take a toll, and he finally..... referenced a meme. In front of Pidge and Lance. Of course they probably wont remember it....

-He tried so hard to convince them he didn’t like memes or the internet.... he done fucked up so bad.

-He had to hide in the Black Lion for over 5 hours. Until Allura took a wrong turn on the way to her room and ended up napping face down on the floor of the hangar. So he had to get out and put her in her room.

-Space Dad did get a well deserved rest after all of that, though. and it was only around 13 hours of straight sleep, by some miracle. everyone else slept at least 20 hours.

-He is not amused by how utterly out of it everyone else was, though.

Coran

-He’s fine, he stayed up for multiple days at a time all the time while Altea was... still... around...

-Besides, he had a ton of old concoctions to keep the mind sharp while staying up late! That he forgot to tell the rest of the Paladins about...

Every class I’m in currently has some sort of project/test due soon. I’ve started work on two or three. Help me. Why did I include Coran? I dunno. I liked that GIF. So I added him so I could use it.

#fuck da police? more like fuck da schooling system #I say as my teachers desperately try to help make learning more interesting #oops #voltron #voltron headcannons #vld #vld hc #vld headcannons #voltron hc #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #Coran #allura #pidge gunderson #hunk #lance

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i-honestlydon-tcare · 8 years ago

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Life So Far, part 6

Alright my smol birbs, this is the last part and idk fam I am probably not ready to write this out just yet. I mean it’s already written out, I’m just typing it and posting it on tumblr where one or two people may or may not read it but iTS GOING TO BE ROUGH FOR Me.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Warnings: Language, drama?

Word count: 3009

Mary Harris was celebrating her 18th birthday. Her parents, Cassy and Fray planned it all. She was lucky to have such a great family.

Her boyfriend, Noah, had taken her out for dinner and a movie and when they got back to her house a party was in the works.

“Thank you so much! This is amazing!” Mary jumped into her father’s arms, and then her dad’s. She then went over to thank her friends and family for coming.

Noah stepped closer to Cassy and Fray.

Cassy reached out and shook his hand. “Thanks for helping us put this all together.”

Fray gave him a hug. “Yes, thank you, Noah.”

Noah smiled. “I was happy to. Your daughter means a lot to me.”

Outside in a black ‘67 Chevy Impala sat Sam Winchester. He desperately wanted to go into the house and wish his niece a happy birthday, but he know Castiel would tell him he couldn’t stay.

Sam missed Mary. She was the only piece of his brother Dean he had left.

Mary was slow dancing with her father. “Papa, come on, 18 isn’t such a huge deal.”

“You’re an adult. That’s exciting.”

Fray walked up and interrupted the dance. “Cassy… Sam’s here.”

“Uncle Sam?” Mary asked excitedly. She ran to the door. There in the doorway stood her monstrous uncle. She tackled him with a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I couldn’t miss my only nieces 18th birthday, could I?”

Cassy walked up. “Sam, what are you doing here?”

Mary squinted at her father. “Didn’t you invite him?”

“No. He isn’t welcome.”

Sam’s eyes fell. “Castiel, look, I’m sorry. I just wanted to see her.”

“Leave, Sam.”

Sam clenched his fists. “Why? She’s my actual blood relative. What are you?”

Mary stared at her uncle in disbelief. Of course, she knew she was adopted. It was a logical conclusion since she had two dads. She had always thought she never knew her blood relatives, but now Sam was saying he was actually her uncle?

“I’m her father!” Cassy said angrily.

“No. You’re not. You know who her real father is.”

Mary stared at the floor. “Sam. I’m adopted. I know that.”

“You don’t know the whole story, Mary.”

“Papa, what is he talking about?” Mary asked.

“Nothing.”

“Do not disrespect my brother’s memory. She deserves to know about her real parents.”

Mary’s eyes filled with tears, while deafening silence encompassed the house. “Tell me about them.” Mary whispered.

Cassy stepped forward. “That’s it, Sam. Get out.”

“No!” Mary yelled. “I want to know.”

“He is not allowed in our house.”

Mary grabbed her coat. “If he’s leaving, then I’m going with him.”

Fray grabbed his adoptive daughters hand. “Please, don’t leave.”

“I’m 18. I’m leaving.”

Noah grabbed his coat. “I’m coming too.”

Mary smiled at her 2-year boyfriend. “Go home. I’ll see you later.”

“Hell, no. You can’t stop me.”

Sam, Mary and Noah say in the Impala driving down the highway to Sam’s motel.

“Okay, that’s it” Mary said after a long silence. “Tell me about my parents.”

Sam sighed. “You’re father’s name was Dean. He was my brother. You mom’s name was Cal.”

“What happened to them?”

“They died when you were little. They asked Castiel to protect you. He and Fray adopted you even though I should have gotten you. I would have told you about Dean and Cal. Cass didn’t because… well, a lot of reasons. He wanted to protect you from the painful truth, but I also think he was angry. I’ve never been sure, but I think for awhile there, he had some deep feelings for your mom.”

Mary stared out the window, a line of tears falling down her face. Noah put his hand on Mary’s shoulder from the back seat. “Are you okay?” He asked.

She sniffed and nodded. “What were they like?”

Sam smiled. “Dean was brave. He liked Game of Thrones. Told too many jokes. He believed in family. All our lives he just wanted to settle down.”

“Why didn’t he?”

Sam squirmed. “Job wouldn’t let him. Every girl he tried to be with wanted him to stay put but… he couldn’t. Your mom came around and, well, she was in the same line of work as us. They fell for each other fast.

“It was probably your mom’s rough personality. You remind me a lot of her, minus the R-rated language.” Sam stared out at the road, smiling. “She called everyone baby.”

Mary smiled.

Inside Sam’s room he showed Mary and Noah pictures of Dean and Cal.

“I remember her face. I thought she was just a recurring dream or something. She was so beautiful.” Mary said while staring at a picture of her mom. “Why did she have so many scars?”

Sam shrugged. “Cal and I never had any in-depth conversations. She had a hard life though, I know that. Both of them did.”

“Did you have a hard life, Uncle Sam?”

Sam sat against the wall. “It had it’s moments.”

That was an understatement.

After his girlfriend, Leah, died, Sam refused to speak with Dean. He blamed him. Then Dean and Cal died. For 5 years Sam assumed Mary died too. During those 5 years Sam was completely alone. He had absolutely no one.

Then he decided to track down Castiel. It had been about 13 years since they saw each other, but Sam needed to see a familiar face.

He showed up at Cassy and Fray’s house as a surprise and 10-year-old Mary opened the door.

He recognized her immediately.

8 years earlier

The doorbell rang and ten-year-old Mary Harris ran to answer it. She opened the door and looked up at the face of a giant. “Whoa!”

“Mary?” The giants asked.

Cassy came to the door. “Sam! What are you doing here?”

The giant called Sam kept staring down at Mary. “You’re all grown up, kiddo” He smiled.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your Uncle Sam.”

“Sam, is it okay if I stay here tonight?” Mary asked. “I don’t really want to be around Cassy and Fray.”

Sam looked over at Mary. “Ya know, kid, they still raised you. And Castiel was just trying to protect you.”

“He was trying to protect himself. Plain and simple.”

“He still loves you,”

It was almost midnight when Noah left. He promised he’d come back in the morning, though Mary doubted that. Since Sam had driven them all to the motel, Noah would have to take a bus back home. He probably wouldn’t be in bed until 2 o’clock.

Mary curled up in one of the two queen beds. Sam turned off the lights and she stared into the blackness.

“Sam… what did you and my parents do for work? You said you traveled a lot.”

“Yeah,” Sam tried to find the right words. He couldn’t just tell her that he hunted ghosts and monsters. He silently wished Castiel had told her, but again, he wanted to protect her from the horrors of the world. Sam knew that Mary would think he was crazy, and he would lose the last remnant of his family.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you still do it?”

“when I have to.”

Sam stopped hunting after Leah died. He still traveled and would help out if he saw someone in need, but he never went looking for jobs. He was sick of the risk.

Mary woke up a few hours before her uncle. In truth, she never really slept. How could she be expected to?

She pulled out her phone and saw she had 13 missed calls from Fray. Dad. Fray. Dad. Liar.

Fray had been a good parent. He was a Warlock, and very much a hippie. Mary, though didn’t entirely buy into the whole ‘magic’ thing, knew her dad could really work wonders.

Not her dad.

She quickly dismissed the calls and put her phone down. She wondered what she would do now. She doubted she could stay with her uncle forever, or even Noah.

Noah hadn’t moved out yet, and his parents didn’t her, mostly because of the gay Warlock who raised her.

Sam sat up suddenly. He looked around the room quickly before looking over at Mary.

“Are you okay?” She asked him.

He nodded, still looking panicked.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Without answering, Sam stood and grabbed his keys. “I’m going to get breakfast. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

The door closed.

Sam sped down the road, thinking about his dream. He had been watching himself 13 years earlier on the phone with his brother.

“Dean?”

“Sammy?”

Sam’s hand formed a fist. “Why are you calling me?”

“I need your help. There are vamp-”

“Fuck you, Dean. Handle it yourself. You have no right to be asking me for help. Not after what happened with Leah.” Sam watched himself in silence. He had tried so many times to tell the old Sam to just go help, to protect Dean. It was no use. “Call someone else in, but don’t even try to manipulate me like this. Lose this number.”

That was usually when Sam woke up.

Driving down the road, Sam thought again about how Leah’s death wasn’t his brother’s fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.

13 years earlier

The case seemed simple. House had a ghost, burn the bones, that was it.

Dean Winchester was working the case with his brother Sam and Sam’s 4 year girlfriend, Leah. Unbeknownst to Dean, Sam had proposed to Leah earlier in the week. Of course, she said yes. She had been waiting for over a year.

Leah was a few years younger than Sam. They had met much like Cal and Dean; on a hunt.

Leah was perfect for Sam. She wouldn’t take any lies or bottled emotions. She was soft-spoken and tough. She was skilled with many weapons, but he favorite was her double-sided ax. She could throw with deadly accuracy.

She was about 5.11, with curly red hair, brown eyes and freckles. She wasn’t the kind of girl Sam usually went for, but he knew after just a few days together that she was the one.

Dean got bored with his case. It was too easy, so he invited Sam and Leah to join him. Since they were all seasoned hunters a ghost didn’t phase them.

They sat in the Impala eating burgers and waiting for nightfall.

“So, where’s the grave at?” Leah asked.

“Somewhere over there.” Dean motioned to his left. “Should be able to go out there with shovels in about half and hour.” He said while watching the last streaks of orange sun disappear behind the mountains.

“How’s Cal?”

“You saw her yesterday.”

“We didn’t get a chance to talk, Dean.” Leah muttered.

“She’s still doing okay. Mary’s completely recovered from what happened. Cal’s still a little shaken.” He was, of course, talking about Mary’s kidnapping a few weeks before. “I might take them out to the beach in a few weeks or something to help her move past it. She likes the beach.”

“Makes sense.”

About 45 minutes later, they all got out of the care and made there way to Jeremiah Carson’s grave.

Present time

Mary sat at a little table in Sam’s motel room, looking at pictures. There weren’t a lot but in almost every one her parents were smiling.

There was only one where Cal wasn’t. She was sitting on a couch with a beer in both hands frowning. She wore a New York Yankees jersey and jeans. Mary smiled and turned the picture over.

Yankees lose the world series

Mary burst out laughing. Her mom must have liked baseball.

The door opened and Sam came in with two coffees and a box of donuts.

“Ooh, donuts!” Mary said excitedly.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, I figured you’d be excited. Your parents loved junk-food. Your mom could eat 4 burgers all by herself. Dean would stick to two at the most.”

She held up the picture she had just been looking at. “My mom liked baseball?”

“Yeah, she would watch it whenever she could. Her favorite team was the Yankees but if a game was on she didn’t care who was playing. She’d watch no matter what.”

Mary smiled, and grabbed a cream-filled doughnut. “Now that it daylight, could you tell me what my parents did for a living?”

“Well, they didn’t really earn a living. It was more of just a service we could provide.”

“Like when churches build schools and stuff?”

“In a way…” Sam sat down. “It’s the family business. It was for Cal’s family too. And Leah.”

“Leah?”

“She was my fiancée.”

Mary shifted so she could look directly at her uncle. “What happened to her?”

“She died. A few months before your parents.”

Mary’s eyes teared up. “I’m sorry.”

Sam smiled. “It’s alright, kiddo.” He ran his fingers through his long thick hair. Unlike Dean, Sam never started balding. “We were all hunters. Actually Cass sort of was too. Before Dean and Cal got together, Cass would help us out a lot.”

“Like hunting… deer?” Mary asked.

Sam stared at his niece. She looked like the perfect blend of Cal and Dean. Dean’s green eyes, Cal’s black hair. She had pieces of both of them, not only in looks, but in her personality. “I’m going to tell you something that you probably won’t believe. You’ll be more ready than most because Fray’s a witch but…”

“But what?”

“Demons. Ghosts. Vampires. Monsters. That what we hunted.”

Mary’s eyes widened. “What?”

“We would hunt the ‘supernatural’”

“Oh.”

“It’s a lot to take in. But, just know that everyone in your family knows this, Cass and Fray included.”

“Why didn’t Cassy and Fray tell me if they knew?”

“Cass retired after Cal died. He probably did it for the same reason I did. The risk was too large.”

“Sam…” Mary choked on her words. “How did my parents die?”

Sam looked down. “Vampires.”

“Were you there?”

“No. I found out later.”

13 years earlier

Sam had a bad feeling, but he trusted his brother to know what was right.

Jeremiah’s grave was old and barely legible. Leah’s keen eyes had been the ones to spot it. “Look, over there!”

They made their way over and Dean began digging.

Leah leaned into Sam’s shoulder. “You know how much I love you, right?”

Sam nodded and stared into her uneasy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I just want you to remember that, years from now.”

“But you’ll be with me years from now, to remind me. You’ have gray hair, and wrinkly skin. We’ll sit on our porch drinking iced tea and shooting demons.”

Leah smiled and looked away. “Sounds perfect.”

Sam nuzzled his face into her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist. His bad feeling dissipated as he held her.

A booming shot sounded and Leah’s body went limp. Sam pulled back and looked at her face. Her forehead was a mess of blood and skull, the light in her eyes completely gone. Sam’s world stopped, and it only started again when another bullet ripped into his side. His hand touched his hip and came away with blood.

Dean jumped out of the grave and grabbed Sam’s arm. “Sammy, we gotta go.” They ran into the woods, leaving his fiancée’s body.

Everything they had been through, every monster, every demon, every ghost, and Leah was killed by an overzealous cop.

Present time

“I was watching TV. They showed your parent’s face and were talking about the unsolved double murder.”

Mary sat back and studied Sam. “I just figured Fray was full of bullshit. He was actually doing magic?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. White magic, but yeah.”

The small motel room was quiet for a long while as Mary processed the new information. “I want to do it.”

“Excuse me?”

Mary sat up. “I want to be a hunter.”

Sam leaned forward. “Hell. No.”

“I want to follow in my parent’s footsteps.”

“Then go into real estate like Cass.”

“He’s not my dad.”

“Cass raised you to be a good person. A smart person. He loved you like you were his own kid. That’s a better parent than a lot of people get.”

“It feels right, Sam. To hunt. As soon as you said it, I knew. You can help me or not, but I’m going to do it.”

“I’ve lost too many people to this way of life Mary. Your parents. Leah. My parents. Friends. The list goes on for too long.”

“To help people? To get rid of monsters? I want to go into the family business.”

Instead of Mary, Sam suddenly saw Dean standing in front of him. “It’s what my dad would have wanted. I’m sure of it.”

Sam nodded, accepting that there was nothing he could do to stop his brother’s daughter. All he could do was help her.

“Alright… let’s get to work.”

Sammy, I’m sorry about Leah. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret how that went down. I should’ve covered my tracks so the cops weren’t suspicious. I shouldn’t have called you in. You’re my brother, Sam. I love you. I wish we could work together, but I don’t blame you one bit for hating me. You have every right to.

I think I’m a lot like Dad. I wish I wasn’t. I wish I could have done more for my family, and sometimes I wish I didn’t hunt anymore. Maybe Leah would still be alive. Maybe Cal and I wouldn’t be in danger. Maybe you and I would still be able to talk.

I regret a lot of things, Sammy. But I don’t regret hunting with you. We saved so many people. We’ve lost a lot, but so many are alive because of what we did. What you did.

I don’t think I’ll see you again. I love you, brother. I know you have your inner demons, but you’ve made it through life so far, so I think you’ll do fine. See you on the other side.

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #jared padalecki #sam winchester #misha collins #castiel winchester #samantha smith #mary winchester #mark sheppard #crowley winchester #supernatural #supernatural fan fiction #spn fan fic #i love supernatural #pls read this #i suck at fan fiction #sometimes i think fan fic is ruling my life #life so far

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