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fiftytwotwentythree · 2 years ago

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Wellness Wednesday:

It's Gonna Be May

Dude, I love May.

I am excited for yard games, cookouts, movies, golfing, campfires, traveling with no fear of icy roads or freezing temps.

The first week of May I am diving in hard. Got a Fresh Haircut, Taking PTO, catching a Matinee Flick with My Buddies, Getting a Massage, Free Comic Book Day on Saturday, and I am planning on having a good time with my family.

I don't know why but things just seem easier in May. Probably my favorite month/time year - right up there with September. Hoping to lose some tension and just relax.

Workout-wise - I started working out to music and it been a total gamechanger. Yeah - this is nothing new or unheard of - but I been typically watching/listening to show or the news while working out.

My workouts were averaging around 55mins each session.

Now with music on in the background I am knocking out workout sessions in about 23 mins... and I am still getting the same amount of sweat if not more.

Only difficulty I have experienced with the new workout routine is what album to put on. Looking for album that is solid throughout.

Listened to couple Foo Fighters, Weezer, Blink 182, The Darkness, and Childish Gambino albums, and one Movie Soundtrack.

Food-wise, I am working on cleaning out my cupboards, fridge, and freezer before buying anymore food/meals outside fresh fruit, fresh veggies, milk, and bread.

Earlier I bought a lot of groceries for meal prepping and never prepped them. So, that is my mini goal to tackle but I not going to be pigheaded or stubborn about it - going to be loosey-goosey with my meals.

18th CHECK-IN:

Current Goals:

Lose 52 lbs

Completed as of 4/12/2023

New Goal: Maintain or Continue on The Weight Loss Path

Avoid "Junk Food"

Minimize Take-Out / Fast Food Consumption

Short Term:

Vegetarian-ish Diet: Completed

End Date: 4/09/2023 - 46 Days Total

Stats from April:

Food:

Salads: 17

Bags of Popcorn: 17

Leftover Meals: 16

Cans of Soup: 4

Oranges: 0

Take Out: 0

Candy/Sweets: 0

Workout:

Jumping Jacks: 6,000

Push-Ups: 3,000

Glute Bridges: 3,000

Assisted Push-Ups: 3,000

Reverse Leg Lifts: 1,500

Leg Kickbacks: 1,500

Squats: 0

Sit-Ups: 0

Plank (mins): 0

Weight Loss:

Weightloss This Month: -9 lbs

Average Weightloss per Week: -2.25 lbs

Total Weightloss: -57.2 lbs

Entertainment:

Movies Watched: 12

Favorite from the Month:

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Hours of Television Watched: ~5 hours ( Ink Master )

Books:

Books Completed This Month: 0

Book Title(s) Completed This Month: -n/a-

Book Total for the Year: 2

Meal Tracker:

THURSDAY

Lunch:

(2) Johnsonville Beddar with Cheddar Smoked Sausages on Toasted Hotdog Buns

- Ketchup

(3) Scoops of Potato Salad

Snack:

Handful of Wonderful's Salt & Vinegar Pistachios

Bag of Orville Redenbacher Ultimate Butter Popcorn

Supper:

Panera Bread Microwavable Potato Soup

- 8 Crackers

Chef Salad

(3) Scoops of Potato Salad

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

FRIDAY

Lunch:

(2) Hot Roast Beef and Melted American White Cheese on Toast Sandies

Snack:

Handful of Wonderful's Smokey BBQ Pistachios

(2) Bowls of Valley Top Popcorn

Individual Bag of Wonderful's Salt & Pepper Pistachios

Supper:

Birds Eye Veggie Teriyaki Stir Fry served over

- Annie Chun's Sticky White Rice

- Planters Peanuts

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

SATURDAY

Lunch:

Big Sur Microwavable Breakfast Burrito

Snack:

(3) Handfuls of Nice's Salt & Pepper Cashews

(1) Handful of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

(2) Bowls of Valley Top Popcorn

Supper:

(10) Pieces of Tyson's Crispy Chicken Strips

- BBQ Sauce

- Parmesan Garlic Sauce

- Polynesian Sauce

- Ranch

- Spicy Garlic Sauce

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

SUNDAY

Lunch:

(2) Johnsoville Beddar with Cheddar Smoked Sausages on Toasted Hotdog Buns

- Ketchup

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Snack:

Handful of Wonderful's Smokey BBQ Pistachios

Handful of Good & Gather Tex Mex Trail Mix

Bowl of Valley Top Popcorn

Supper:

Southwest Salad

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

MONDAY

Lunch:

Chef Salad

(1) Hardboiled Egg

Bowl of Valley Top Popcorn

Snack:

Handful of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

Handful of Wonderful's Salt & Vinegar Pistachios

(1) Hardboiled Egg

Supper:

Bowl of Cesaer Salad with Croutons

(1) Hardboiled Egg

Bowl of Good & Gather's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

TUESDAY

Lunch:

Bowl of Leftover Cesaer Salad with Croutons

Snack:

Handful of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

Bowl of Good & Gather's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

Supper:

(2) Hardboiled Eggs

(2) Buttered Pieces of Toast

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

WEDNESDAY

Lunch:

(1) Roast Beef and Pastrami Sandwich on a Toasted Wheat Hoagie with Melted Provolone

- Miracle Whip

(2) Handfuls of Good & Gather's Tex Mex Trail Mix

Bowl of Good & Gather's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

Supper:

Large Plate of Birds Eye Oven Bake Creamy Parmesan Garlic Chicken (with Penne Pasta and Broccoli)

- Dusting of Parmesan Cheese

- Dusting of Pepper

- (2) Scoops of Peas

- Half a Can of Pineapple Chunks

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Workouts:

THURSDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 Sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

FRIDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 Sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

SATURDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

SUNDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

MONDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 Sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [4 Sets of 25]

TUESDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [5 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [1 Set]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

(5 mins) Planks [8 sets of 30secs; 1 set of 1min]

WEDNESDAY

(200) Jumping Jacks [4 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges[4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Assisted Push-Ups [2 Sets of 50]

(50) Reverse Leg Lifts [5 sets of 10]

(50) Leg Kickbacks [5 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [4 Sets of 25]

WEIGHT TRACKER:

Starting Weight (Noon, 1/01/2023): XXX.X lbs

Weight at Last Check-In, 4/26/2023: -1.8 lbs

Weight As of Noon, 5/03/2023: -1.6 lbs

Total Weight Loss: -58.8 lbs

Closing Thoughts:

The Good:

I've been attempting to read book for over a month - really wanted to have one completed in the month of April but the books I chose were dragging. I pivoted and gave up on those books and picked up a new book at the beginning of the week and it is cruising - over half way complete.

Finishing workouts in a reasonable amount of time.

Added Planks and Sit-Ups to the workout routine. So far so good - no back pain, but do have that core/ab burn.

I went ham and bought a large variety of cashews and Pistachios.

The Bad:

I heard some comment a long time ago that if you go clean (no takeout, junk food, sugar sweets) for just 21 days that you would break all the cravings. Well....It has been well over 21 days - closer to 122 days - can somebody explain why I just want to go all 'Tracy Morgan" on a Double Whopper with Cheese with a of Side Chips??? If I even get a whiff of BK I start drooling.

The Ugly:

My Sleep and My Workouts have been battling each other for dominance. Been having to take a nap just so I can workout which then causes my workouts to take place at odd hours of the day - talking anywhere between 2am and 5am

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seyaryminamoto · 3 years ago

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Underneath Starlit Skies: Sokkla Saturdays 2021

Day 8: Prince Sokka, Peasant Azula

(AKA: My Sokkla Dragon Age: Origins AU)

Once again, the story is too long to fit in Tumblr.... so proceed to read it at the site you prefer:

On FF.net//On AO3

A few tidbits of info about this AU below...

A very long time ago, a certain someone (*cough*@intolerabletyranny *cough*) thought to tell me that I should play Dragon Age: Origins because the banter between two companion characters of that game reminded her of Sokka and Azula. Said characters are Alistair and Morrigan, two of the main characters of the first game of the franchise... and some of the most important characters in the franchise altogether, if you ask me xD

Unfortunately, while the game absolutely allows you to set them up together for a certain scene in the last quests, and while it has soooo many golden lines of banter and dialogue between these two, they're both romance options for the player character rather than for each other. Which is, frankly, a really big waste because Alistair and Morrigan, together, could have had the most interesting romance in the whole franchise if you ask me :'D There are a few things I didn't really do in this story that I absolutely love about those two in game, such as giving Morrigan a little doll that looks like Alistair and that she can use to poke fun of Alistair in... rather surprising ways xD But there was no room for it in this already massive story, of course.

So, when the Prince Sokka and Peasant Azula prompt won, I had no idea what to do at first... until I remembered that my favorite ship in DA is basically that prompt for those two XD my fate was sealed then, because I knew I had to write what could have happened between Alistair and Morrigan through Sokka and Azula instead.

What followed was a wild mess of trying to figure out how to mix and match the characters from ATLA and the ones from DA:O until I got a proper cast for this story. Naturally, I couldn't have an actual player character Warden, whose true identity in this AU remains a mystery even for me xD Sokka, then, basically took the roles of both the player character, aka the Warden and Alistair, all by himself. A lot of Alistair's more goofy, childish antics were dismissed in order to give Sokka a proper balance between Alistair and the Warden here, thus why certain storylines of Alistair's don't happen here at all (such as Goldanna, who, via later Bioware storytelling, is practically an irrelevant character to Alistair at this point in time anyway...).

As for Azula, she may be a little less abrasive than Morrigan at several points, I did hold her back from slapping Sokka at one point where Morrigan does slap the Warden in the game's infamously cut "angry kiss scene" xD but a lot of her characterization here is outright taken from Morrigan in DA:O. The majority of her conflicts with Sokka over love are practically 100% borrowed from DA:O's canon, but I took a few liberties here and there, anyway :'D

Sadly, Sokka being in Alistair's role meant Katara had to be Cailan, and anyone who played the game knows what that meant. I didn't want Katara to feel like a dumbass the way Cailan does in DA:O, so I deliberately altered the dialogues where Loghain dismisses Cailan here, so that Iroh doesn't disrespect Katara that badly. As for Iroh being such a messed up gray character... that's 100% on Loghain xD I didn't embellish anything, it's completely a matter of the choices made by Loghain himself in DA:O. Sokka, being a mix of Warden and Alistair, gets to agree to Iroh's Joining without throwing a fit about it (?) and Zuko is a much less unpleasant Anora in many ways, it just didn't feel right to portray him being as much of a politically-savvy and sleazy character as Anora can be (I made every awful choice I could have in my first playthrough to see the very WORST of Anora, I swear I did... xD and I made her queen anyway! It's so unfair that she was so mean to me xD).

About Mai and her portrayal here... given that the qunari have such strict gender roles and that Dragon Age: Inquisition, third installment of the franchise, presented qunari characters like Iron Bull who accepted a trans man as a warrior without question, I decided that Mai, being the absolute most similar ATLA character to Sten, would have to be a trans man in this story as well in order to stay true to the lore. It was done because the setting really required it, a female qunari is not really allowed to be a warrior. If Sten isn't a warrior, he would never be in Ferelden when the Blight begins, so... that's why I did what I did.

And as for Toph, due to her casting as Shale, a golem who doesn't really identify as anything at first (as far as I can remember), this was a non-binary portrayal of Toph as well. In a game quest that I didn't feature in the story, Shale learns that they were actually a female dwarf in their squishy lifetime, which means that Toph might have eventually started identifying as female, but as we didn't have that part of the story in the story here, I continued to refer to Toph as they/them for authenticity's sake.

Suki was cast as Oghren but she's a little less disastrous than him xD I didn't want Suki to come off as a major alcoholic with rage management issues, but I didn't want to deviate completely from Oghren's role anyway. So she's possibly one of the characters who's most like herself... whereas Jet practically transformed completely into Zevran xD I couldn't help it, I love Zevran to pieces and Jet made a really fun Zevran to write too. Ty Lee and Leliana are remarkably similar as well, sans the religious thing in Ty Lee's case. There were a few easy casting choices, the last two were some of them... and Yagoda, the elderly healer lady from the Northern Water Tribe, a character I literally have NEVER written before, was also an easy choice for Wynne xD

Another character worth explaining a bit... is Ursa. She is possibly the most distant character from her ATLA portrayal because I turned her into Flemeth, a very iconic, very dangerous and very difficult character to grasp in DA. Flemeth is actually a seriously dangerous being, I don't want to spoil things in case anyone decides to play them xD but Azula, and so, Morrigan, are very right to be wary of their respective mothers. Flemeth isn't all evil, however, and neither is Ursa... but they somehow manage to make themselves look SO BAD to their daughters that I honestly can't blame Morrigan in the slightest for wanting nothing to do with her mother in DA XD at any rate, I may get a chance to somewhat-redeem Ursa if I continue this story in future Sokkla Saturdays...

... Which leads me to my final point to bring up, and that is Aang: there's a reason Aang wasn't in this story at all, and that's because he's the absolutely PERFECT character to correlate with a very polemic character from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Honestly, it's a no-brainer there xD if I continue this story, Aang will likely feature as that character, and it may just be the darkest Aang I've EVER written. Just so you know that it's not that I forgot him, it's really just that Aang has a very dark destiny in this AU XD

At any rate, there's more notes in the chapter itself, and I'm always ready to answer any questions you guys may have pertaining this insanely big AU :D It was a lot of fun to write, it is RIDICULOUSLY long, but I really hope you guys enjoy it if you give it a shot! :)

#sokkla #sokka #azula #sokkla saturdays #FF.net was a pain with formatting this #worth saying #and Tumblr's being a dumbass too so what else is new #anyway to my Zutarian readers #I do apologize that my first take on your ship was this sad #but I did my best to handle it as respectfully as possible and not make Katara that much of a Cailan #beyond that I think the notes address most everything I wanted to say #I had a lot of fun #I loved writing my every Morristair dream for Sokkla #they are both A++++++ ships and work so well together *sobs*#and it got completely out of my control #I am hoping I may continue this with DAI + what the 10~ish years were like #but tbh basing things off the stuff Morrigan says in DAI #the years of crossroads child raising for her and the Warden were great #*innocent whistling*#oh this was fun #though I'm sure the sequel wouldn't be this long xD

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utilitycaster · 4 years ago

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker, #135

Each week I think “man it would have been cool if I had thought of this idea, in which I make jokes about how stressed out the wizard NPCs are, during, you know, the Vergesson heist or something when we were interacting with more than one wizard NPC instead of during a dungeon crawl with only one wizard NPC, emphasis on crawl” but you know what, I persevere, because where else am I going to put song parodies about the death of Vess Derogna that are literally only funny to me? Twitter?

Anyway while I am personally team Jester, in that the faster Lucien is simultaneously disintegrated, run through in the chest with both a vestige and a holy avenger, shot through the heart (and Veth’s to blame), beheaded with a hand axe, banished, punched in the face, and sent into a black hole the better, the party has other plans. Thanks to the long rest though it has been about 12 hours, plus the 4-ish from last week, so I guess we’ll check in with a few of our other wizard friends as well.

As a reminder Caleb Widogast is a PC and thus excluded from this list.

Currently sidelined

Presumably having a good day: Pumat Sol (blissfully unaware of all of this); Allura Vyesoren (saint-like patience and a wealth of experience with disaster adventuring parties; at least this one has a cleric at more than 0.33 FTE, a wizard, and some lesbians), Ludinus Da’leth (this miserable pile of power plays wakes up every morning and is like Isn’t it Grand to be head of the evil wizard council and no one realizes I probably destroyed the first non-drow elven civilization on the continent to arise after the calamity! Fetch me more pastries!).

No idea but here’s hoping he found the cat portion of ScryTube: Oremid Hass

Lady DeRogna, taken off the scene, sorry that your murder happened while off-screen.

Trent Ikithon: I’ve established that I think the only real things that can damage Trent emotionally are Caleb paying too much attention to him so as to destroy his standing within the empire, or else Caleb ignoring him. Honestly if Trent would not continue to torture students and spread propaganda if left unchecked I think he could be slowly murdered solely through Caleb expressing apathy. So despite the amulets of nondetection I like to imagine that somehow, somewhere, Trent felt Caleb reaffirm to Essek that his top priority is still stopping the city from returning, not Trent, and it necrotized just a little bit more of his liver.

Conclusion: 7/10. I went to the OG evil mageocracy and no one knew who you were.

Essek Thelyss: Well on the one hand he’s still flirting but on the other imagine spending a literal century being like “what if we’re wrong about how we approach the fundamental basis for our society” and he just got proved right. I have to imagine he’s got that kind of stress where suddenly everything becomes dead calm and also this explains why he unnecessarily cast a 3rd level spell, which he knows could in theory cause him to lose all his hair, to impress a boy. I didn’t even get into the conversations he had with Caleb, the bad dreams and eyeballs, Fjord teasing him, Yasha being like “ALRIGHT ALREADY”, the horrible Aeorian creatures, the fact that robots might be back(?) or his ongoing terror that the Assembly is after him!

Conclusion: 8/10 but he’s like, kind of having a good time. Essek is in all ways but physical in a Hawaiian shirt right now drinking a Mai Tai and going Nothing Matters; I presume he will have a full breakdown following the boss battle and honestly he deserves it.

Astrid Beck: Others have already established the parallels between Essek and Astrid but honestly I want to highlight it because really, on the one hand we have Essek, whose world is crashing around him because he was right all along and is in terrible immediate danger but surrounded by friends, and on the other we have Astrid, whose world is crashing around her because she was wrong all along and she’s probably not in immediate danger but Eadwulf is the only person she can trust and we don’t know all the details about that either.

Conclusion: 8/10 but in the bad way, not Essek’s kind of fun way.

Wulfpupy:

Conclusion: 3/10. You know that tiktok with the blonde woman with glasses who has a lot of highlighter on her nose who talks about how sometimes if you have guy friends they will say something deeply fucked up and you’ll be like “oh my god do we unpack this right now” and then you look over at them and the only thing in their mind are the lyrics to Kokomo? That’s Wulf. He will activate the second Caleb comes back in town or Astrid actually falls apart but until then he is on Island Time.

Yussa Errenis: I wonder if there’s a small part of Yussa that is part of the city’s awareness and, moreover, can see what Beau and Caleb at least are doing, and he’s like “I’m so simultaneously proud and impatient, also we live in a world that does not have IV fluids so like, hopefully my body still exists in some kind of functioning state when I am rescued” (note: did I google “how were coma patients kept alive in olden times” for this? Perhaps.) Anyway if he is aware he’s also just like, watching all this like “I WILL GET YOU SO MUCH PAPER OH MY GOD CAN YOU JUST KISS THE OTHER WIZARD SAVE ME FROM THE EVIL HIVEMIND CITY.”

Conclusion: I mean still infinity/10, he is still trapped in the city of madness and also if he does have a small part of his mind that is sane and able to observe the material plane he also is aware that Trent and the Volstruckers broke into his tower.

Known Gem Wizard Hotsauce Lutefisk: I know, I know, weird that I brought him up. However consider: Yussa’s wizard tower now contains two wizards in suspended animation, their consciousnesses trapped in eldritch astral sea-related spaces. This is incredibly funny to me. We’re in a real Old Lady who swallowed a fly scenario except it’s centuries-old wizards getting sucked into traps because of their own hubris. The reason why mageocracies no longer exist isn’t the lack of magical knowledge or even because power corrupts absolutely, it’s because literally just put some lightly fried forbidden knowledge under a box with a stick propping it up, add your parody of Long-Term Nuclear Waste Warnings above it, and a wizard will be like “that sign won’t stop me because I CAN read and what’s more I’m better at reading than you are!” And then they get trapped in a box.

Conclusion: what is a breakdown tracker to a man whose mind has been stuck in a gem for, from his perspective, at minimum about 35 years?

#critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker #shadowgast #honestly i want shenanigans that rival any post-dragon vm shenanigans after aeor and i want essek to have a starring role #sorry percy i want a BLACK HOLE in the hot tub #your music this week was lady madonna by the beatles and kokomo by the beach boys #i swear i am a millennial i just spent a lot of formative time in the car with my boomer parents listening to the oldies station

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shimmershae · 3 years ago

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Okay. So I did one of these wish lists last season and got gifted way more than I ever could have anticipated so I thought why not do it again?

Shae’s wish list for Season 11.

Putting it under a cut because it’s long and rambling. And it will probably be revised and/or added to whenever the mood strikes me.

Things I want to see in Season 11:

The actual episode. Why the hell does everything have to be so dark in the literal sense?

Carol and Daryl to have an epic reunion that will totally blow the reunion in the woods outside of Terminus out of the water. C’mon. It really feels like the stage is being set for it and you know Angela loves her callbacks. What better moment to revisit than this one? The one where we all just knew these two were embarking on something new (only they didn’t, not in the way we’d hoped)? Like, it’s a seemingly insurmountable task but I know Norman and Melissa have it in them again. The real question is: do the writers?

Judith and RJ bonding with Aunt Carol and her telling them stories of the old days and all the people they didn’t get to meet. What better way to foster our nostalgia and make us remember why we fell in love with this show and its characters in the first place?

More Carol and Dog because those scenes in Diverged were the epitome of precious.

More Princess. Princess’s “meet and greets” with all our community members, yes. But Princess’s first meeting and assessment of Carol and Daryl. Methinks she’d have something mighty interesting and enlightening to say.

All this angst for Daryl and Carol eventually building to a head and Kang finally delivering on that “heart to heart” she mentioned what feels like a million and one years ago.

Aaron and Gracie scenes because Aaron is such a good daddy, ya’ll.

Rosita continuing to have significant screen time and not having to step back into the shadows just because Maggie is back.

Speaking of, I’m glad Maggie is back. I really am. For the simple fact that Baby Hershel is the cutest alone. But I’m not happy that everybody so far seems so ready to just defer to her when they’ve been perfectly fine making it without her. That is not okay and that shit needs to stop soon-ish.

Hershel making fast friends with Judith and RJ and Gracie and all the Jabila kids. They’re the next generation, ya’ll. I just really need this.

More Jerry and Nabila, please. Because I have a special soft spot for my Jabila.

Jerry and Ezekiel scenes. Because Jerry is Ezekiel’s person and the truest bond he has on the show.

Kelly and Lydia striking up a friendship because Kelly’s a sweet cinnamon roll and Lydia is in desperate need of friends.

More scenes of Lydia, period, and not just her seeking out Negan because they both feel like outcasts. Lydia was raised in Hell. Negan wreaked Hell. It’s different and I don’t appreciate the heavy-handedness of Angela trying to make Negan into something he has no right to be. Leave him at an antihero if you must persist but stop trying to convince us he’s earned his place as a good guy because he hasn’t. JDM may have risen to the challenge of making him a much more compelling, shades of gray character these past two seasons, but Negan is still the guy that gleefully bashed Glenn’s head in with a barb-wire wrapped baseball bat and if he’s not going to show remorse about it? The least he can do is show the common sense not to go out of his way to antagonize Maggie.

Kelly reuniting with Connie and Carol getting to have a hand in doing in. Some acknowledgment from Connie that she chose to go back into the cave with Magna would be nice but ultimately not necessary because I don’t think Connie blames Carol at all.

Dog surviving the season unscathed and getting all the cuddles he deserves.

The not-so-rosy truth about Leah being exposed and Daryl making his choice clear once and for all. Spoiler alert? Leah doesn’t even rank.

I’d love the fake dating/fake marriage trope to be trotted out at the good old Commonwealth with Carol and Daryl because I think it would be so much freaking fun and hey. If Kang is going to continue to give us fanfic (unknown child, a la Rick and Michonne), why not try out a true blue?

Some freaking clue as to why/how Rosita and Father Gabe hooked up. Like I just don’t get it, especially when you consider Siddiq was RIGHT THERE. The amount of distrust Rosita and the rest of Team Family had in him back in the early days of their arriving in Alexandria. I just find it hard to wrap my mind around this relationship when it wasn’t even on the radar pre-time jump.

That said, Father Gabe did have a great scene with Judith in (what was then) the Season Finale where he gave her a message for Rosita and I did find it touching. So I dunno, ya’ll. I could be persuaded. But not all that easily.

Some resolution to the whole Virgil thing. Talk about your random characters in the right place at the right/wrong time. Him promising his wife flowers every day touched me but come the fuck on.

More Carol and Lydia scenes and more Carol and Kelly scenes because Carol with these young ladies gives me life. You know what? Carol getting to interact with and have friendship with any and all of the ladies gives me life and should be a regular thing. Like TPTB missed the opportunity of a lifetime having Carol and Michonne sharing all kinds of bonding scenes. It would have been so poignant to watch them relate to each other over their lost children.

Can we please get some Commonwealth scenes where the kids of Alexandria learn how to be actual kids? I mean, not that they aren’t already, but I’d love to see them have the chance to be carefree and have fun. You know, though, that Jude is definitely going to be a tough little nut to crack, and she’s always going to be keeping one eye open for trouble.

Speaking of Commonwealth, I’d love to see all our faves dolled up, lol. Yes, it’s a rather shallow wish, but can you imagine Carol in a simple but beautiful dress and Daryl utterly tongue-tied to the point that the kids--Lydia, Judith, and RJ--just start giggling uncontrollably and Carol and Daryl both blush? Because I can and it is glorious.

Let the villains villain. Not everyone needs to be redeemed. Some people are just too far gone.

You know what? It’s past time to let Carol in particular unpack some of her trauma and cast it aside so she can move on that future Daryl keeps reminding her they have. She and Daryl are way overdue for a heart to heart where she just opens up a vein and lets it all flow. It’s the only way she’s going to be able to heal and move on, IMHO.

Some indication that Rick and Michonne and the Grimes babies and the rest of their family (Carol, Daryl, etc.) are going to be reunited.

The promise of at least a chance of a happy ending for everyone we’ve watched and loved these last 10+ years.

There’s more. There’s always more, lol. But that’s enough for now. As I think of things I just really, really need to see? I’ll come back to this list. Because hey. Like I said. I did one of these for Season 10 and I got way more of them than I ever could have anticipated so.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 hopes and wishes and dreams #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #really all of our faves #I want this season to be so emotionally satisfying #not devastating #sometimes those two things can be one and the same #sometimes nah #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons

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ugh-againwiththenames · 3 years ago

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So Many Fanfics So Little Time

This is just my list, I have seen so many (but if you want to use it it’s all yours too!). I’m not a writer. But I am a hell of a reader. Voracious one might argue. I just wanted to track my progress through the weeds of the absolutely never ending supply of Destiel and Cockles fanfic.

Read on if you want to see what I’ve read, and what I’ve thought. I am but one person with opinions - some of them may be unpopular - some of them you might agree with, but if you find something you haven’t read here, I encourage you to do so.

Honestly, this is just so I can track what I have read already, and when my friends ask, I can reference something easily. I have found some different fics on all kinds of ‘best of’ lists all over the interwebs. And I love recs - so rec away friends.

As someone who reads a solid 40 novels a year typically, I don’t come by the “I read a lot” innocently. I do actually read a LOT. When not reading fanfic (a new obsession, all things being fair), I usually read a lot of Fantasy/high fantasy, romance/erotica, and or YA (yeah, that was a bit of a ride no?). So from this one might digress that I like fluffy, cute stories, complicated and supernatural/paranormal type stories, and I sure do not shy away from violence or smut (or maybe violence with smut? *smirk*).

I have read all of these in the last 2-3 months (I will continue to add as I go). I had never read a fanfic until 2-3 months ago. A lot of these wonderful people are on here, and I mean you no offence by not directly tagging you - I’m still learning how to actually properly use this site. Links to AO3 are included (and I love you all).

These aren’t necessarily in any real order - I did read T&S first, followed by 91W, and 4LW...after that it’s just a shit show of Long or Short, Destiel or Cockles - smorgasbord. Some of these are the most popular Fics out there, and others I’ve never seen recc’d anywhere (just sort of accidentally happened upon them). So let’s get to it, shall we?

Twist and Shout - ok look. I understand the stigma associated with this one, but it was the FIRST one I read. It was the ball that shot me down the hill, and I haven’t stopped since. So. I loved it. I CRIED like a baby. SOBBED. It was not the quality of the writing but the way the story was developed and delivered. I have Never Cried Like This Reading a Story IN MY LIFE. It’s a rite of passage. Read It and have an opinion - it doesn’t need to be mine.

Author(s): gabriel, standbyme https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/955188

Ninety-One Whiskey - aka 91W, it is mentioned so much, and is SO worth the read. I continued my dive into the war fics (not typically my bag really and here I was reading 2 in a row). There are a couple of followup stories as well to this series (and yes, I’ve read them all). Although I’ll say that the original is my favourite. I often got lost in a bit of the War/Tactical descriptions, but would recommend it to anyone anyway. Ugh...the “stolen moments”...they were at the same time tragic and the most amazing things ever. You feel me? no? go read it.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - aka 4LW. OMG just, OMG. I loved this story. I loved it so much. I think I read it in a day. Devoured it. It’s so HOT. Just read it. If you haven’t you’re missing out. LEMME AT IT. I loved “knowing the secret”, and had some major anxiety about that realization dawning (I had to take a breath, and be like, no, no, this is gonna be a mess, but it’s gonna be SO GOOD - I was not disappointed). There’s more than one work here too - read them all. PLEASE.

Author: bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) - This was the first Sobs one I read, but it sent me on a spree. this is the Memory Loss one. I have one piece of advice here - read everything by Sobsicles. You can thank me later...just go to her page, and fucking sort to supernatural (or not, read it all!) I’d list them but I’d fucking seriously be here all day. Also, her tags make me laugh so hard.

Author: sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Orpheus - I love this one too, Tattooed!Cas, my LOVE. paired with Mechanic!Dean, my HEART, #help. Read this one in one evening as well. (I was on a roll). It’s a one night stand that turns into more (much like my last relationship)....hmm...maybe this is why I was pulled in - although to be fair that is the last similarity to my shitty love life! I do not remember how I stumbled onto this one (tattooed Cas may have been the draw...tbh). Read the warnings though, there is some triggering stuff in this one - but if you can handle it, it’s definitely worth the read.

Author: sysrae https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227

Have Love, Will Travel - Can you say no to Stripper!Dean? Cause I sure as hell cannot. Typical sort of character development here with Dean having trust issues, and Cas being painfully awkward...(but in like a super cute way?). Would Recommend.

Author: squeemonster https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses - Change of pace here...It’s got a nice twist. I didn’t actually clue into how it was going to end until very near the end (maybe I was being oblivious), when the realization came over me and I was...man. I was DONE IN. I hope that doesn’t spoil (I need some kind of way of remembering them). Voiceless!Cas Hunter!Dean

Author: Askance (doomcountry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Adagio - This is super short, and super cute. Honestly, I would read the whole thing just for the last line. It’ll take you less than an hour if I remember correctly. Go, I’ll wait. I squeeed. did you?

Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397248/chapters/2928145

Any Little Heartache - super easy read (not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’ll fly through it’ way). It’s mid-length, not graphic, but really fun hospital AU. HeartSurgeon!Dean / Nurse!Cas - enemies to lovers anyone? Fuck you to Fuck me? yeah. YUM.

Author: followthattardis https://archiveofourown.org/works/5143376/chapters/11838311

Ad Astra - This is another short(ish) one, just one chapter. And by that I mean that this is written like a very long poem. Cas as a star who has visited Dean many times over the years of his life, that culminates in 4x01 barn scene. It’s ‘awe’ sad. ‘puppy dog eyes’ sad. The writing format took me a bit to understand what was happening - it’s my lack of poetry knowledge, not the writing.

Author: nhixxie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1013491

Ad Astra Per Aspera - This is a cute story. ESL writer, no judgement. I found this while looking for the one above, and thought the premise looked cute - and it was. Misunderstanding leading to Dean realizing he’s actually Bi. Miscommunication leading to realization.

Author: Riverchester https://archiveofourown.org/works/12354336/chapters/28101816

Psalm 40:2 - Time travel post-canon Cas and Pre-series Dean. If you’re wondering how that works, strap in for this ride, it’s well worth it.

Author: unicornpoe https://archiveofourown.org/works/30786425/chapters/75992444

Addicted to You - Warlock!Dean/Incubus!Cas - accidental ‘mating’ (I actually really don’t like that word, but there’s sort of no avoiding it in this situation). Cute story. When you drunk dial a succubus and get an incubus instead...Whatever will we do?

Author: Ltleflrt https://archiveofourown.org/works/4387346/chapters/9959288

A Glimpse Beyond - End Fix-it. Not yet complete, 10 chapters so far...I want MORE! Reliving memories Dean/Cas & Sam/Eileen.

Author: NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27731689/chapters/67875925

Cas-ti-el - Please I want more...It’s like the story just started. Please write more of this story!! 1 chapter, it’s a trope prompt challenge, but I want it to be a full on story of its own. Imprinted names of their soul mates, Dean doesn’t understand his (because it’s in a different language)...I’m frustrated by wanting this story to keep going.

Author: Valinde (Valyria) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1941591

Our Bodies, Posessed by Light - another short one. Not going to lie, this one took a little getting used to, and I can’t say that I enjoyed it too much for the sole purpose that the premise gave me the willies. Cas has to vessel jump - ends up in Sam...I got through it, it had a good ending, but yeah, sorry. This just wasn’t for me.

Author: obstinatrix https://archiveofourown.org/works/260289

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake - Waiter!Dean / Writer!Cas - This is so effing cute, just misunderstanding after misunderstanding bumbling around like the couple of dorks that they are. It’s only one chapter. 100% would recommend.

Author: Sparseparsley https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

Destiel, Actually - This is another super cute story, 5 chapters. Gabriel playing a singular role in putting Dean and Cas in awkward positions to push them together. I fucking DIED at “oh, I am the sub” - needs context, but I guarantee you that you’ll laugh out loud...

Author: Bexism https://archiveofourown.org/works/399934/chapters/658398

The Smell Before the Rain - This was my first A/B/O - a big apology to all those who are into mpreg and whatnot, this was my lesson that I am not. this was not for me. Also - I’m a firm Cas (Alpha/Dom) believer, and i’m good with switch Cas, but it’s hard for me to take him being the full Omega here, when paired with the rest I just couldn’t do it. I finished it, but, not my thing. I know now.

Author: jscribbles https://archiveofourown.org/works/22355230/chapters/53406127

Crazy Diamonds - This is another short one, only 3 chapters - it’s a body swap for Dean, 4x02 him and 2018 him swap places (assumption that 2018 him is “with” Cas). It’s a super cute little story.

Author: pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/16151642/chapters/37738631

The Breath of All Things - Wheelchair!Dean / Volunteer!Cas. This is a lovely story, typical Dean self-hatred etc. Triggering for those with suicide warnings. It had me in tears at the end. There’s a really spectacular quote near the end that I found so romantic I screen grabbed it.

Author: KismetJeska https://archiveofourown.org/works/994750/chapters/1967519

Kind of a Forever Deal - SummerCamp!AU This is just a really cute and fluffy summer camp AU. Which is so different from 91W (That’s right, check the author)! I was a little disappointed with the ending, but otherwise really enjoyed this all the way through and was loving all the discovery and young characterizations of all the characters.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/999291/chapters/1978478

Everytown, USA - Best way I can break this one down? Wanderer!Dean (listless and without a place in the world, he ends up in a small town...), Twin!Cas (that leads to some fun things). There are a number of points where you’re gonna yell at Dean for doing stupid shit (that are very much in character for him to do), you think, well, yes, obviously you’re going to do that you silly fucking boy [affectionate]; but whyyy? (but we know).

Author: aileenrose https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797559/chapters/3854836

Chalk and Chainmail - HighSchool!AU, Cas is an artist, Dean LARP’s - it’s cute and angsty.

Author: lemonsorbae https://archiveofourown.org/works/804704/chapters/1517551

A Little Patience - Ok. you want smut? This is your story. You want Kink? This is your story. I actually did not finish this. It got a little carried away in my opinion. It was VERY panty kink oriented (which, while essentially canon isn’t really my kink) so, if you want that Panty Kink on full display? Go forth and enjoy! it is thirty something chapters, I got to the mid-twenties I Think.

Author: riseofthefallenone https://archiveofourown.org/works/1750058/chapters/3739232

Control - I REALLY ENJOYED THIS. Which is saying a lot for someone who has already admitted that a Subby Cas isn’t really my HC - so to so thoroughly enjoy a Sub!Cas story? (maybe it’s the tattooes...*wink*). It’s an AU where Cas is the head of a company - Dean is a callboy I guess, for lack of a better term. Just read it.

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden https://archiveofourown.org/works/31156601/chapters/76993217

More (I copy pasted the next lot from my google doc, I’ll flush them out later - no i wont...)

Teach Me (short) - movie night in the bunker, things get a little carried away Author: Chiyume https://archiveofourown.org/works/5961327

You Light the Spark (in my bonfire heart) (short) - when cas doesn't realize that dean is unaware of his feelings, super short, super cute Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1193910

Communication Breakdown (short/cockles) - dean ends up in Jensen's head while he films the confession scene, no sexual content Author: jujubiest https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Look What You Made Me Do (short/cockles) - - Vegas Con 2020 / jensen comes out with a song - cute short - no sexual content Author: green_blue_heller https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251592 Full House (short/cockles) - reimagined version of the rented house story - putting it in order (so to speak). funny / cute / fluffy not explicit Author: n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/30855827

Cyber Sex (short/cockles) - anastiel https://archiveofourown.org/works/31467086 - shameless post GISH Fest zoom call porn - Short (very short)

It's Complicated (cockles) - gail_morgan https://archiveofourown.org/works/31434938/chapters/77747519 The GISHtake (short/cockles) - MellyCrazyCoconut https://archiveofourown.org/works/31508099 - cute short post GISH zoom - oops "babe, really?"

(10.02.2021 updated) Since last update: New reads - Fuck i’m gonna be here all day - there’s not gonna be as much gonna be NO detail in these breakdowns...sorry! This has now just become a “what i’ve read list” as opposed to a Rec list...

Love, All Alike (Pt. 1 Love, All Alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves https://archiveofourown.org/works/4555599/chapters/10370646 - Though The Stars Walk Backward (pt 2 Love, All alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves

And this, your living kiss - opal_bullets https://archiveofourown.org/works/18083927/chapters/42744872

Come On, Let's Strike a Match (Domination and Submission: a love story pt 1) - anyrei & queerwerewolf *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/25722478/chapters/62458810 - Playing With Fire (D&S: a love story pt 2) - We Kiss and the Flames Get Higher (D&S: a love story pt 3) - Sparking That Old Flame (D&S: a love story pt 4)

Cinderwings - bendingsignpost Cinderella!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12847041/chapters/29336421

Linden - fleeceframe Swan!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/33126730/chapters/82236118

No Netflix, No Chill (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28764966

Can't Drink You Away (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785792

Jensen Totally (Does Not!) Snore (short RPF) - Dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30315717

Dean Ships It (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349434

All about control - wingless https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151930/chapters/20791243

Aesthetics in Autoerotica (pt 1 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant https://archiveofourown.org/works/3885544 - The Ties that Bind (pt 2 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant

Let's take a drive - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32581027/chapters/80819581

Enchanted ink - castielslostwings TattooArtist!Dean TattooArtist!Castiel AU *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23043622/chapters/55109530

The bones beneath our skin - darknessbound https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633754/chapters/59515804

The Plot (RPF) - Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795588/chapters/6274970

The Gentle Force with which you Take Me (RPF) - Phoenix_Ascended https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110120/chapters/79549183

According to all known laws of Life (Pt. 1 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/29207901 - and he's back (with a mind of his own) (pt. 2 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles

Six hundred sundays (and many more) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31158776

Aching in the Absence of you - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832977/chapters/78811378

gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable) (Short) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203291

memories bring back memories (bring back you) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Dream Come True (short) - bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/28071159

tall grass - aeli_kindara https://archiveofourown.org/works/13127040/chapters/30030726

asunder (Short) - rageprufrock https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115

Apheresis - bendingsignpost BloodDonor!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/32674783/chapters/81056680

we always were but never knew it - frightfullyrude https://archiveofourown.org/works/32698324/chapters/81119503

In this Louisiana Bar (Short) - fleeceframe https://archiveofourown.org/works/31764487

The Hitchhiker's Guide to Alternate Universes - n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/32687929/chapters/81092785

my heart a compass - lagaudiere https://archiveofourown.org/works/28629951

Unsound Inverses - sp8ce (not complete) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29836881/chapters/73413300

The Jensen Mistake (RPFish) - fellshish https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950169

tell me about the dream (Pt. 1 Kids are coming home) - playedwright https://archiveofourown.org/works/27984813/chapters/68544450

It's handy to know (FIMMF Themed ;)) - RosaMarloes https://archiveofourown.org/works/31761322

So Says The Sword - komodobits AngelTrueform!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597892/chapters/28695592

Communication Breakdown (RPFish)- darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Carry You Home - Casloveshisfreckles https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982637/chapters/65862916

In the Shadow of your Wings - Enochian Things (Salr323) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7531294/chapters/17121655

When Harry Met Sally (RPF) (Pt. 1 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood https://archiveofourown.org/works/7622347/chapters/17351845 - Eight Dildos (RPF) (Pt. 2 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Attention, Please (RPF) (Pt. 3 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Boat Trip (RPF) (Pt. 4 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood

A Winter's Tale - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/2654327/chapters/5930561

A Close Shave - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/3090167

r/supernatural - renrub (short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27626783

sam reads destiel fics - rebshome (short - funny!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33721624

Angel Cookies - noxsoulmate Chirstmas!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729640/chapters/26427765

Under The Midnight Sun - NorthernSparrow Arctic!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/16690645/chapters/39143677

Bron-Yr-Aur - mrbluesky (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28225335

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet - saltyfeathers https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594/chapters/45800209

The Meaning On My Skin - saltnhalo https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005378/chapters/42538133

Red Right Hand (Pt. 1 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos https://archiveofourown.org/works/4306110/chapters/9760008 - Are you the One that I've been waiting for? (pt. 2 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos

Riptides - sharkfish https://archiveofourown.org/works/13230426/chapters/30263556

Damn Fine Ride - Cimorene105 (pt 1 - rodeo) Cowboy!AU** (I’m a horse girl, sue me...) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14342340 - My Face Just Does This, Sometimes - Cimorene105 (pt. 2 rodeo) - The Kinkiest Thing I've Ever Done- Cimorene105 (pt 3 rodeo) - All Signs Point to Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 4 rodeo) - Monster Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 5 rodeo) - My Man, The Siren - Cimorene105 (pt. 6 rodeo) - A Pain in My Ass - Cimorene105 (pt. 7 rodeo)

Astrolabe (terra incognita pt 1) - reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent https://archiveofourown.org/works/3348812/chapters/7326794 - Drollery (terra incognita pt 2) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent - Rubrication (terra incognita pt 3) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642/chapters/18370474

Fire and Ice - Castielslostwings (Firefighter/Paramedic AU!) ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23286295/chapters/55768486

The Structural Similarities of Hunters and Onions - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33383101

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean - emmbrancsxx0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/22411336/chapters/53545840

Out of the Deep (out of the deep pt. 1) - riseofthefallenone - MERMAID AU! ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878/chapters/977676

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx - pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/10909440/chapters/24256989

I'll Be Good - LittleAngelCassie https://archiveofourown.org/works/4118334/chapters/9282234

Kenosis - CastielsCarma (Short - part of Destiel ABC collection) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30411720

#fics #fic recs #fanfiction #ao3 #cockles #destiel #dean and cas #jensen and misha #one track mind #supernatural #please send me recs #read more fics #this is my new obsession

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Imprisoned (2,000+ Follower Special!)

Pairing: Kai Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mention of murder, fluff, I dunno what else

Words: 1,154

Summary: Whilst imprisoned in the prison world, Kai reflects on his girlfriend. She’d been searching for a way to free him, despite him knowing exactly how, and the thought of her is what keeps him from giving up hope. If only Bonnie and Damon cared.

Note: Thank you all so so soooo fucking much! I love you all from the bottom of my soul. You beautiful people never fail to put a smile on my face. I’m crying right now but believe me when I say, I don’t plan on stopping. Again, thank you, I love you guys, please stay healthy, stay safe! I’m horrible with words and I’m a writer wtf but I’m really really happy right now, I can’t stop smiling, and I hope those help in making up for my lack of friendship with ...words 😅🥰💖

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @dpaccione, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow

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“She was...beautiful.”

“And in love with a psychotic dick.” Damon stared at Kai with wide-...ish eyes and furrowed brows. Normally, he would’ve said the same thing about Elena and her attraction to him, but killing his own family? And enjoying it? Kai was far worse.

“We don’t have time to bicker, c’mon.” Bonnie tried to urge her friend to continue their travel.

Kai chuckled. “She’s right, you know? We’ve got to hurry or else you’ll be forced to spend yet another miserable day with me. But, either way, I can continue with my story!�� He reveled in the fact that he was right. He knew he was right and he loved it.

“Fine. We’ll listen, but if this is a trick, you’re gone, okay?”

“Threatening me won’t exactly make me eager to help either, Damon. Anyways, as I was saying, she was beautiful. Loving tender e/c eyes, soft lips...I miss the way they felt on mine...and a little more down south if you catch my drift?” His smile grew with his reference, widening when Bonnie and Damon shared looks of disgust. “Her embrace was...well, the closest thing I know to a real home. I am really looking forward to going home.”

“I thought you were telling us about her, not your sex life.” Damon groaned.

“And I thought I was telling a story. Now, let me continue, Y/n was the best thing to ever happen to me. She knew the real me, and she knew how desperately in need of an escape I was, both then and currently.”

“Then why don’t you just have her get you out?”

“Well, she’s trying to, but we can’t exactly communicate at the moment. I remember the one time we successfully made contact, though. ...The one and only time. She promised me she’d find a way to get me out but... I don’t know the rest.”

“I’m sorry.” Bonnie held a faux smile which quickly slipped from her face the moment Kai opened his mouth to thank her. “Not as sorry as you’ll be if you don’t get us out of here though.”

“Again, with the threats! And I thought you were the smart one. Nevertheless, I shall continue despite being interrupted for the...what is it, eighth time now?”

“Just get on with it already.”

“That I will. I remember the week before this...well, before May 10 of 1994...”

He wanted ever so badly to find an escape. The things he wanted to do, the thoughts plaguing his mind, it couldn’t be helped. But...Y/n always helped. She grounded him, made him feel safe and aware of reality. Aware that he wasn’t alone or in somewhere other than the real world.

Slipping into her room, he paused. She was nowhere to be found. His heart’s pace picked up speed slightly. Then he remembered the one place he knew she was more than likely to be. The park near both their houses, a swing-set abandoned apart from Kai and Y/n’s usage of it’s rusty yet well-functioning seats.

They met there, and years later, had their own little safe haven there. Whenever Y/n needed Kai but couldn’t reach him inside his home, she waited on a swing, vice versa. The set could be seen, with just the right angle, from both houses, therefore making it the perfect spot.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She didn’t flinch, but laughed a little instead. The sound made Kai’s chest warm. “You could just ask, rather than bribe me.”

“I thought you’d be interested in earning money. Perhaps I thought wrong.”

“Perhaps. C’mon, Parker, have a seat.” She pat the swing beside her. They swung lazily for a small amount of time. No words were needed in that moment, just the two of them and the swings. However, the time for conversation did eventually show. “I could use that penny right about now...”

“Why?” Kai’s feet hit the ground, completely halting his previous movements. “What’s bothering you?”

“The whole thing your coven does...I get that there are two new twins but...if you have to kill Jo? That’s gotta be hard on you...”

His fingers lingered on the rusted chains, visibly lost in the memory. Kai turned to Damon and Bonnie as his mind retreated to the present. A sad expression sat upon his features only for a second before he cleared his throat and put on the mask of “fine.”

“So she didn’t approve of your mass murder? Why on earth would she still love you then?”

“Easy. She loved me before and after, despite the crappy things I’ve done, she knows me and loves me. I can’t control her and I don’t plan on ever doing so. Besides...”

”Kai?” A hopeful tone could be heard in her voice. Kai whipped around at the mention of his name, curiosity cutting into him like a hot blade butter.

“Y/n? H-how is this possible?!” His arms wrapped around her tightly. Somehow, she’d managed to communicate with him both verbally and physically.

“I don’t know, but knowing your family, I don’t have long. Tell me what I need to do.”

“I don’t know either...I have the key but I’m missing a witch. Preferably a dead one but there might be a way to retrieve me from the real world...I’m not quite sure yet.”

“I’ll search the best I can, I promise.” Kai couldn’t help but smile. Even he didn’t know why Y/n was still in his life, but he was grateful. He was in love and he was homesick. “Kai...this is the only time I can visit you on my own.”

“Why?”

Her eyes welled up with tears but she did nothing to stop them from spilling from her eyes. “In order to search for you... I know you might not agree with my choice but... Kai- I have a vampire. This could take me centuries the more I think about it, but luckily, I don’t care. I don’t care how long it takes, I just- I just...I... I miss you.”

“It’s okay...” Their lips were closer and closer with each second that passed them by. Eyes flicked down to each other’s mouths, yearning to feel once again. “I miss you too.”

A sound split them apart, Kai’s father not looking too friendly. He didn’t look happy to see his son’s girlfriend in his prison world either, a bad sign without a doubt. As quick as he could, Kai turned back to Y/n and pressed her to him, lips clashing together in a feverish kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too-”

“You have to go.” His father was fuming. “Now!”

“I promise, no matter how long it takes, I will find a way!” Then she disappeared. Never again did she reappear, but deep down, Kai knew she was still hard at work. She sacrificed her literal life just to have him in her arms again. Y/n would never give up on Kai. And he loved her for it.

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“The Cipher Frontier!” Issue 58: “Cipher Will Never Die!”

"The Cipher Frontier! With Emma, Shade, Yuzu, Randal, Alice, Val, Niamh & Poe" was a regular column on the Fire Emblem Cipher website which summarized upcoming news concerning Cipher and other Fire Emblem materials. It was presented by the eight mascot characters. The following is a full translation of the 58th and final issue of the column, which was originally published on 31 March 2021.

More Fire Emblem Cipher translations!

Hello, everybody!!!!!!!!

It's been over five years since Cipher launched - and, for that matter, The Cipher Frontier! itself...

And today... we bring you the last one!

Sniff... So this is really it...

Aye, it certainly is a bitter occasion.

With the moment upon us, I find myself overcome with emotion. Yet at the same time, I cannot help but sorely wish that this day had never come at all.

Well, it... It doesn't bother m-m-me... Not... one...

BWAAAAAAAAAAAH! I C-C-CAN'T TAKE THIS!

E-easy, milady! You swore before we began that you would not cry!

I, too, owe very, very much to all of you, so... I am very sad.

Where there is a beginning, so too shall there be an end... It is an inevitability.

Still, one might argue that as long as there are still decks to play with and opponents to challenge... Cipher may be played for eternity. So think not on this as the end, for this is but a milestone of life.

Sniff... So this isn't farewell?

Not in the least! All of our players can still continue to get together to play Cipher. So as sad as you might be now to see the game end, the feeling won't last! And I, for one, would like to close out our final day with a smile.

To that end, I propose that we all share some parting words. You first, Emma!

Alrighty! Well, I've been here since the beginning, but... Back then, I was an absolute noob, wasn't I? I didn't have the faintest idea what a "Tea See Gee" even was!

But then I learned so much from Shade, and I presented news, participated in Tryout and Gathering events, and watched Live Broadcasts - and all of that gave me the chance to grow so much.

And then as the days went by, we got to meet Yuzu and Randal, Alice and Valjean, and Niamh and Poe, and we all always had a riot of a time playing Cipher together... It's all been like something out of a dream!

Lastly, I just want to say thank you...

To all of you who've been reading our column to date, thank you tho thuch!

Ha! Is that a slip of the tongue I hear?

Why, I do believe it was... And of all the words to flub, at that.

H-heh heh heh! I guess I am still just a kid after all... But mark my words, I'll be working even harder to become a mature, full-fledged knight! Okay, let's try this again... Thank you all!

Well, I'm next! I was primarily tasked with hosting this column and presenting news.

But the work introduced me to more and more friends, and to a constant stream of announcements that were news to me myself... To lose it is like I've also lost my reason to exist, but at least I am left with fond memories of it all.

My desire to convey the appeal of Cipher to others hasn't wavered in the slightest, but... this is the last time it will ever happen here. Alas. Still, I will always be rooting for all of you, even if we don't see each other.

There will always be a bond between us - always. Remember that whenever you play Cipher and see our cards. On this, you have my word! This has been Shade, shepherd of wayward lambs, saying farewell!

Alright, then. You're next, Yuzu!

...

Huh? Yuzu! What's gotten into you? Would you just get out here?

Er, forgive me. When everybody's gaze turned upon me, I could not help but immediately seek shelter...

Oh, yeah. You never did like public speaking, did you, Yuzu?

Of course! We had a devil of a time convincing you to come out at all for your very first column.

E-enough! That was many years ago: a d-d-difficulty that I have long since moved past!

Hrr-hrr-hrr... heh-HEM! L-l-let us, er, begin anew.

I am Yuzu. My contribution to this column was to introduce cards that afforded new styles of play... only to let a haze of utter passion promptly consume me and hence spend my every waking hour crafting decks from them and trialling them in matches.

You always were one to cry, "I must test these cards at once!" and throw yourself into obsessive research.

As such, I have acquired an eye for strategy, forged in the fires of Cipher, to incorporate into my prior mastery of the martial arts - and with that, at long last, I have come to an understanding of the very heart of warcraft.

Further, as a consequence I may declare with confidence that, should I ever find my brother, I shall be able to hold my head high for all that I have grown in his absence. For that, you have my most heartfelt gratitude. So end my parting words!

Thank you, Yuzu. Right, it's your turn, Randal!

Huh? Oh, right then!

I've got a motto: always take your games deathly serious, and always make your own fun on the job… And, well, this has been my chance to prove those words true.

I mean yeah, I'm a wanderer at heart; I might've stuck around a bit too long... but that's just because this was all a hell of a lot of fun.

Oh, I agree... It was a HELL of a lot of fun!

GAH! It's... It's you!

Well, well. We have a stranger among us!

Pah! "Stranger," indeed. This hair, this face, this ribbon... None of this ring a bell?

Eh? Do you... do you mean Randal?

Indeed! I am...

...His son, no? It is nice to meet you!

OI!

What are you on about?! I AM Randal, just from the past - younger than the one you know!

It's happening again! The exact same argument!

This really must be the end, if HE'S here...

This is how you treat me? I have to hear that the last column is happening at the eleventh hour and make a mad dash to make it in time?! Bloody hell...

What is this? A being under the thrall of the Boundless Chaos? How intriguing. I must conduct a thorough examination at once...

H-hey! What are you doing, Niamh?! You look deathly serious... Oi, that's enough! Stay back! I... I've got a sword!

Well, er, I'm just about all out of time, but I just want to say it was a hoot being on the Frontier. Hope I see you all again someday. Adios!

He vanished?! Still more intriguing...

Sigh... What a pain in the arse, if I do say so myself. Although... I must admit, we do agree on one thing: I'd also be glad to see you all again.

This might be one farewell, but here's hoping we cross paths once more! And if we do, hey, why not play a match with this old fart? And that's all she wrote from ol' Randal!

Thank you. Next, let's hear from Alice and Valjean!

Heh heh! At last! Shall we, Val?

Yes, milady.

The two of us made our debut circa Series 10, and ever since that day, the Frontier never failed to be a most thrilling time. Would you agree, Val?

Yes, milady.

My objective in making this journey was simple: to experience much in my travels, such that I might someday return home and become a great ruler indeed. But instead, I first became a most superior, most brilliant Cipher player! Utterly invincible! Favored by fortune! And whatnot. Didn't I, Val?

Yes, milady.

I remember... that every time a Cipher release day came, I would be up all night from their eve, crafting decks and playing matches with the others. Oh, it was such fun! Wasn't it, Val?

...Yes, mi... mi... milady! Sniff...

V-Val?! What is the matter with you?

I am most moved. That my most capricious liegelady could at last find in Cipher such an engaging hobby, such good company, and such a source of training - and that she could grow so greatly as a woman.

Val...

We have been truly blessed to have had all of this: all of you, who welcomed us so warmly into the Frontier fold, and all of the Cipher players out in the world. I wish to offer you my gratitude for everything.

To be honest... I have something to say on that matter myself. Thank you, truly, for everything. I will never, ever, ever, EVER forget even a single day that we spent here together!

Nor shall I!

...Having said that, milady, I fear that you are still yet unready for the throne! From today onward, we must redouble your original leadership training efforts! I fully intend to prepare for you an intensive study regimen.

I-I-I beg your pardon?! You will not speak to me so! If I see even a single incorrect mark, you would do well to prepare yourself, for I will work you to the very bone for the rest of your days!

By all means, do it. But be prepared, for I have a lifetime's worth of admonishments at the ready.

Heh... Best of luck to the two of you!

Your turn, Niamh!

I was present from the 37th column onward... To be precise, it was in the "Love and Bonds Special Talk CD" audio drama that came as a set with an artbook, sold at Comiket 93.

My inquiry and research into the miscellaneous phenomena of this world, and the Boundless Chaos in particular, shall continue, but...

...

Well?! Don't tell me that's all you have to say!

...No. To me, my inquiry into Cipher represented the introducton of a new, major challenge into my life. Cipher decks... Gameplay... Which solution is correct, and which is optimal... As yet, I still have found no answers. As such, it is vital that going forward, I collaborate with a broad sample of Cipher players and find an answer...

So what you're saying is, you enjoyed playing Cipher with everyone, and you're gonna keep playing forever!

That, er... Ahem! That's pretty much it.

Cryptic remarks if I ever heard them, but certainly Niamh-ish.

Right, let's keep this going with Poe!

Only a year and a half has passed since I was welcomed to this column, and sadly, in the end our association has been brief. But I was able to have a very fulfilling time with you.

Attending that Winter Comiket thing with all of you, playing the "Recite and Play: Heroes Iroha" card game being sold there... They were very happy days.

And in all of that, I have always been monitoring Niamh...

...

Hee hee... You have been a good girl here, have you not? I do nothing to good girls.

If one of you becomes wicked, at that time I shall... Heh... Heh heh heh heh heh...

So, I pray that we never have an unpleasant reunion, and end my speech. Thank you. This has been Poe!

Heh... Let's keep that warning in mind.

...With that, have all of us spoken?

Tsk tsk... We aren't actually finished just yet! Since this is our last column, allow me to call upon a special guest!

...A guest? Wait, you don't mean...

Ta-daaaaa! Here he is!

Hello, everyone! I am Kawade, the producer of Fire Emblem Cipher.

K-K-KawadeP!

My, what a surprise!

The publication of the final Frontier coincides with, at last, the end-of-March termination of event support for Cipher. So I thought I would share a message for all of our readers and Cipher players.

If you count from when Cipher was first announced, roughly six years have passed. That's a long time, yet it's just flown by... These have been very busy years, but also wonderful ones, absolutely full of memories and events.

In that time we've constantly taken on new challenges - not just the production of Cipher itself, but Twitter content, live broadcasts, and staging events all around Japan.

And through all of that, we've had the chance to meet so many fans of Fire Emblem and Cipher... That was not only the most fun part of all, but a part that made us happy.

Although, we were unfortunately unable to hold any of our planned events for our final year, and for that I am truly sorry to all of you.

Still, we staff stuck with it to the very end, and as a result were able to complete Cipher as a fantastic game that can be played for years and years to come. For that, we are proud of ourselves.

It was thanks to all of you, who kept on supporting us, that we could continue our work to this standard all the way to the final series. I am overcome with gratitude to you all!

Production might have come to an end, but Fire Emblem Cipher will never die! It would make me happy if, every now and then, you might bring your cards out and play with them. Thank you all, truly, for everything!

And that concludes KawadeP's remarks!

Whew!

That, I believe, is everything that we wished to share.

Aye, I've got nothing to add.

So I suppose this is it: the end of the Cipher Frontier's long run.

Er... Shade? Can I say one last thing?

Hm? What is it, Emma?

Thank you for taking the lead in hosting this last one... And thank you so much for all the things you've taught me!

(Emma...)

H-hey! That's enough of that! You're about to make me cry, and that wouldn't be ending this day with a smile, would it?

Heh. I guess not!

So hey, let's give them one last, enthusiastic That Thing before Shade bursts into tears!

Very well, then. That Thing it is! This has been The Cipher Frontier!

With Emma...

Shade...

Yuzu...

Randal...

Alice...

Val...

Niamh...

...and Poe.

Now, then...

Let's do it, everyone!

One...

Two...

CIPHER!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!

...

FIRE EMBLEM CIPHER The Cipher Frontier! With Emma, Shade, Yuzu, Randal, Alice, Val, Niamh & Poe

Emma Emma continues to train in order to become a full-fledged pegasus knight. Her tireless Cipher training also continues, but she has yet to show much improvement at the game.

Shade Veteran mage that she is, Shade continues to teach the next generation. Many seeking to become almighty Cipher players have come to her, only to struggle bitterly under her tutelage - yet at the same time, to Emma and the others, she remains a nurturing guiding hand.

Yuzu Yuzu embarked on a journey of martial training, all the while following whispers of her brother's whereabouts... although evidently, she does return from her travels from time to time, bearing souvenirs, to partake in Cipher matches with all of her friends.

Randal Randal made a truly once-in-a-lifetime wager, only to go into hiding thereafter. Some rumors attest that he won, and that with that windfall he secured for himself a carefree life of quiet leisure in some southern land - others, that he met with a catastrophic loss, and was hence forced into labor in someplace.

Alice Alice's travels continue, as she seeks all the experience that she needs to become a true leader. Although at first she struggled, she grew to thoroughly enjoy it, and so she will persist in her journey without ever taking a break to return home... Or so she tells herself, at least.

Valjean Valjean continues to travel all across the land with his liegelady. Witnessing Alice grow ever stronger and wiser by the day, he cannot help but feel conflicting feelings of joy and loneliness beneath the privacy of his helm.

Niamh Even as she continues in her pursuit of wisdom, Niamh silently carries out research into Cipher. Her seminal monograph, "A Compendium of Cipher Decks," is over 100 volumes in length, and by all accounts is still in print to this day.

Poe Poe vanished in her hunt for evil, and her whereabouts remain unknown. However, according to the afterword of "A Compendium of Cipher Decks," she and Niamh have since fought to the death on many an occasion.

The End...???

#fire emblem #the cipher frontier!

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icelily17 · 4 years ago

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Date Night (A KimxRon fic)

Alrighty, here’s a little writing exercise for myself! This prompt was from @gothicthundra and I’m very grateful to everyone else for suggested prompts! I’ll get to them hopefully soon. Put under a read more for space purposes haha, this is set during Season 4 just so I can start on familiar ground. I really, really hope I didn’t butcher the characters....

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“You think you’re all that, Kim Possible!! But you’re nooooooot!!!!” Dr. Drakken yelled out angrily as he flew away with Shego in his hovercar, once again defeated. Kim Possible, teen superhero, stood up and dusted herself off after a job well done. “Okay, Drakken, whatever you say,” she said sarcastically.

“Y’know, how many times is he going to say that line?” Ron Stoppable came up behind her, picking a piece of dirt off her shoulder that she missed. Her best friend-turned-boyfriend crossed his arms, “You’d think that after the first couple of hundred times his butt was kicked, he’d come up with something else”.

“Well, at least Drakken didn’t get his hands on that chromium gem to power whatever his newest hairbrained scheme, AND we got it done before dinnertime!” Kim looked at her watch, “Perfect!”

“Yeah! We can stop at Bueno Nacho on the way home!” Ron exclaimed. Rufus came out of his pocket and ran up Ron’s shoulder and squeaked “Mmm, dinner! Hungry!”

Kim smiled and took out the Kimmunicator, “Sorry, I have some AP English homework I have to do tonight. Wade?” She called, and within seconds their friend blipped on the screen, “Can you get us a ride back to Middleton?”

“Hey guys, didja get Drakken before he got the goods?” Wade asked, already typing away looking for a contact. “Yeah, the chromium gem is safe and sound in the lab,” she assured. “Cool, you’re ride’s on it’s way!” Wade gave a thumbs up, to which Kim gave her thanks and put the Kimmunicator away.

“English homework? On a Friday night? But I thought Friday night was our night!” Ron said, continuing their conversation.

“Not officially!”

“Aw man, that rips,” Ron moaned, “I was hoping we’d be able to spend some time together.” Kim raised her eyebrow, “Ron, all we ever do is spend time together.”

“Yeah, I know, but I meant something along the lines of a date. Maybe a movie, maybe we could have watched the newest episode of Agony County, grab a pizza....you know,” Ron rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. It was something he felt he could never get used to, talking about going on dates with Kim; it was like a never-ending dream, being her boyfriend. Kim smiled affectionately and grabbed his hand, “Sorry, but I really want to get a headstart on this homework. You know you can still come over?”

“Nah, I dont want to distract you if you’re working. I’ll just head home and play some Zombie Mayhem 2. What about tomorrow? I can take you out to dinner, we could go to a movie or take a stroll around town?” They began walking downhill to their rendezvous point. Kim put her finger to her chin as she thought, “Hmm....tomorrow’s looking pretty free, dinner and a walk sound great.”

“Coolness! Pick you up at 7?”

“It’s a date,” Kim giggled.

--THE NEXT DAY--

“Monique, I don’t have a clue what I should wear!” Kim wailed into her phone, shoving her clothes aside in her closet. She picked up a blue flowy long-sleeve shirt and held it up to herself in front of her mirror.

“Girl, it’s a date. You said he’s taking you out to dinner?” Her other best friend asked. “Yeah, but I dont know where, I dont want to be too over-dressed,” Kim said.

“If it’s Bueno Nacho, then it’s most likely over-dressed,” Monique deadpanned. “No, I don’t think it’s Bueno Nacho this time, he sounded like he really wanted to make this a real date,” the redhead mused, holding up a forest green long-sleeved shirt that had cut-outs on the shoulders to herself. She smiled and put it on the bed, returning to her closet for a pair of pants.

“Well, good on him! Look Kim, it’s Ron, you have nothing to worry about! It’s not like you haven’t known each other your whole lives,” Monique pointed out. Kim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had to admit Monique had a point. She had nothing to worry about, she knew that as long as she was with Ron she was going to have a good time. She glanced up on her dresser mirror and saw the pictures she and Ron had taken in a photobooth a few years ago, and smiled at the familiar flutters in her gut she felt when she looked at him.

“You’re right, Monique...not to sound too dramatic, but it’s just that it’s a little weird to think about going on a date with Ron. I mean, a real date as boyfriend and girlfriend, not the stuff we usually do. But in a good way! It’s just...”

“New?” Monique offered. Kim smiled, “Yea, new. But I like it.” She pulled out a pair of dark jeans, a pair of black boots with a small heel and a necklace, “Alright, outfit picked, not too casual, but not too dressy. So not the drama, thanks Monique!”

“No problem Kim. TTYL, spill the deets on Monday!” her friend said her goodbyes and hung up. Kim got ready, put on the slightest bit of makeup, hoping her father wouldn’t notice but felt it was necessary. This was a date, she wasn’t an animal, and she wanted to look nice for Ron. She sprayed a little perfume, then went downstairs and sat on the sofa where her little brothers were watching some cartoon she didn’t care about, and her mother was reading a book.

“All ready for your date Kimmie? When’s Ron coming over?” Dr. Ann Possible glanced up, looking at her daughter. Kim took the fact she didn’t say anything about her makeup meant she looked fine by her parents’ standards and opened her mouth to answer--

“Kim’s going on a daaaaaaate!” Jim taunted. “Ew, cootie alert!” Tim followed, and both boys laughed. “Shut it, Tweebs!” Kim hissed. “Boys,” their mother warned, and the twins just grinned and turned back to their show. “Ron said he’d pick me up at 7. It’s just to dinner and a walk, nothing too fancy,” Kim told her mom. Mrs. Possible smiled and turned a page, “Well that’s nice, I hope you two have a good time.”

“Where’s Dad? Working late again?”

“Ah, you know your father when there’s a new project at work, he’ll probably be gone later than you will. Which by the way, not too late okay?” Mrs. Possible looked up sternly. “I know Mom, 10 o’ clock,” Kim rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Her mother smiled, “Let’s make it 10;30. It’s Saturday, and it’s Ron, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”

Kim gasped, “Really? Oh thank you Mom!”

Mrs. Possible chuckled and pat her daughter on the hand, “Of course Kimmie, and if your father has anything to say he can talk to me about it.” She returned to her book again, and at that moment the doorbell rang.

Kim answered the door to Ron in a nice button-down short-sleeved red plaid shirt with a darker red t-shirt underneath, a pair of light blue jeans and sneakers. Kim was grateful that he had decided not to wear his usual jersey and so didn’t say anything except “Wow, look at you!” To which Ron giggled nervously and produced a bouquet of lilies. Kim smiled and took them happily.

“Good evening mademoiselle, and may I say you look very enchanting this evening,” He lifted an eyebrow in a flirty way. Kim laughed into her hand, then went inside to put the bouquet in a vase. He followed her inside and waved, “Hey Dr. P!”

“Hello Ron! Have Kim home by 10:30, okay?”

“You got it!” He called back as Kim dragged him out of the house. They walked down the walkway to where his scooter was parked and Ron handed her a helmet. “So where are we headed, Mr. Romantic?” Kim asked as she put it on and climbed on the back of the scooter.

“There’s this Italian place downtown I thought we could check out, DiPaolo’s,” He revved up the scooter, Kim grabbed his waist and they left. “Is that okay?”

“I could go for pasta,” Kim said, resting her head on his back. “At least it’s not Bueno Nacho.” Ron smiled as his tummy turned slightly and they rode in silence.

At the restaurant they initially sat in uncomfortable silence as they realized this was their first real, fancy-ish not-naco-and-a-movie date since becoming a couple and didn’t know what to do. Ron glanced at the menu and was glad his father lent him some money--not too expensive but not quite cheap either. He glanced up at Kim and could swear he was looking at an angel. She looked beautiful (well I mean not that she isn’t all the time but WOW) and he was once again wondering how he was so lucky to have been the one Kim chose to be with. He smiled affectionately, and when Kim caught his eye she smiled back shyly.

“Hey KP, this is so...well, I mean...I just...” he began, but sputtered nervously. Great, not how he wanted to start, real smooth Stoppable. But Kim put her hand on his, to which he looked up and saw her still smiling and shaking her head.

“Oh Ron, look...if it makes you feel better, I’m nervous too.”

“You? But you’re never nervous!”

“I am when it comes to cute boys,” she said slyly. Ron giggled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Haha, yeah...but I didn’t want to be nervous. I mean, we shouldn’t be, right? I mean, it’s us.”

Kim leaned back in her seat, “You’re right...it is us, but this is something I guess we never really expected. Still, I’m glad it happened, and I’m glad you’re here with me.” Ron smiled and took her hand again, “Yeah?”

“Of course. Here’s an idea: let’s just pretend this is just another hangout at Bueno Nacho, and we’ll go from there one step at a time, okay?” She squeezed his hand.

“Yeah!” Just then the waiter came up and asked “What can I get you to drink?” with his notepad and pen poised. Kim ordered a water with lemon, and when the waiter turned to Ron, he studied the menu for a minute before looking at the waiter. “I’ll have a coco-moo....I mean, ah.....iced tea! Yeah, iced tea please, heh heh,” he chuckled nervously. The waiter and Kim raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance, and the waiter walked away to get their drinks.

“Coco-moo?” Kim inquired. Ron shrugged a shoulder, “I heard it somewhere once, can’t remember. Anyway,” he said, clearly trying to move on, “did you finish your English paper?”

The rest of dinner went easily, and neither of the teens could believe they were even nervous to begin with. When they got past the initial awkwardness, it was like everything was as it had always been, just with more handholding and kisses and neither of them were complaining about that.

Afterwards, they rode Ron’s scooter to the park and just walked hand in hand. They stopped at a familiar, graffiti covered wall and sat on the bench nearby. “Hey, remember when you were hit with Drakken’s weird plant and were going to disappear every time you got embarrassed?” Ron asked.

Kim rolled her eyes, “How could I forget? They followed me on my date with Josh Mankey and tried to embarrass me themselves! Not to mention the embarrassment ninjas and the Tweebs...did you know they set up a projector and showed embarrassing pictures of me here on this wall?”

Ron winced, “Oof, that’s harsh. Embarrassment ninjas?” Kim nodded, “Yeah, but then you came through and got me out of it just in time.” Ron shrugged, “Well I wasn’t going to just let you disappear. Although, I was surprised you weren’t in your room, Wade and I had to track you down.”

Kim looked away sheepishly, “Yea...I’m sorry about that...” Ron waved his hand and gave his goofy smile, “Hey no big, KP. Everything turned out fine and the Ron-Man saved the day!” Ron tried not to think about how he had felt when he saw Kim out with Mankey, risking her life just for a date. He remembered giving her a thumbs up when she looked at him in gratitude, because like Mankey or not (which he absolutely did not) he was going to support his best friend.

But that didn’t stop the pang he had felt in his chest that night.

“You know, I think that might have been the first time I noticed I liked you,” Ron said thoughtfully. “What?” Kim asked, looking at him. He winced, “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yea, but what do you mean? When I was on my date with Josh?” She asked. She was surprised he had liked her for that long, and a little pleased.

“Yea. I know I didn’t like him but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of you dating him if you had wanted that. But seeing you there, all happy on your date, I was....”

“Jellin’?”

“What?”

“Sorry, I mean jealous?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I had never really thought about it, about you, that way up until then. But I still didn’t think about it up until the end of last year. And I didn’t know what you thought of me, you know?” The blonde put his hands together and twiddled his thumbs.

Kim faced him, “Ron, why didn’t you say anything?” Ron shrugged, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship.” Kim understood, she had wrestled with the thought for years on her end. She smiled and put a hand on his cheek, “Well let me be the first to say that I like you, Ron Stoppable, and I am very glad that you are my boyfriend. I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

They smiled at each other and leaned in for a tender kiss. They remained that way, in a sweet embrace for some time before they had to come up for some air. Ron leaned back and looked at her through half-lidded eyes. Her cheeks were red and there was a sparkle in her eye; he felt his heart swell and once again thanked the universe for making him the luckiest man in the world.

“I love you, KP.”

Kim’s eyes turned bright as she felt herself warm up from head to toe; she felt an almost weightless-ness as her chest swelled tight. She could burst out of happiness, and nothing could ruin this moment for her--not even Shego.

She threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips once again, and they could feel each other smiling into it. As they pulled away, Kim let out a sigh, “Best date ever.”

Ron laughed, “Boo-yah! I still got the way with the ladies!” Kim just smiled at her goofball. She looked at her watch: 10:15. “Well, we better head back home. Let’s go, Romeo.”

The drove back to the Possible house; Kim was slightly relieved to see that her mother had been right and Mr. Possible was still working. No pesky questions, no matter how well-meaning her dad was. They both got off, since Ron was going to walk her to the door--he knew the basic boyfriend rules.

“So you wanna come over and watch the latest Agony County episode tomorrow? I taped it,” Kim asked, her hand on the door. “You got it! Order a pizza?” Ron asked.

“Psshh-yeah! Isn’t that the tradition?”

“Bon diggity, I’ll bring the popcorn and soda,” Ron said excitedly. “Well, ‘night KP!”

Kim leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight Ron. Tonight was perfect. See you tomorrow!”

Ron waited until she went inside before he walked back to his scooter and walked it into the garage of his house next door. He went up to his room, smiling so hard he thought his face was going to break in half. When he walked in, Rufus looked up from the video game he was playing and squeaked at him as if to ask how it went.

“Rufus, buddy, your main man Ron’s still got the moves,” Ron said, then sighed happily as he flopped on his bed. Rufus squealed happily and ran next to him.

“I was wrong Rufus. Love isn’t complicated...it’s great!”

#Ooof welp that's it lmaoooooo #I really hope yall like it this took me 4 hours to write *hides in shame*#kim x ron #kim possible #ron stoppable #I have NO idea how to write an ending ugh

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fucker-anon · 4 years ago

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Bloody Painter Headcanons

am i gonna write about helen even tho no one cares? fUCK YEA @creepy-bi-day hope you enjoy. Im still not a writer sorry :/. also my personal hcs, its okay to disagree. Also dark themes again.

Bloody Painter

Backstory:

was born on Oct 1st, 1980, fully name Helen Otis

mother is white, father is Japanese

is an only child. Helen’s parents had a very difficult time in getting pregnant like yeeeaaars (10 ish) and they also really wanted a girl. Like in their head, they would be getting a girl. and when they did get pregnant the ultra scan did show a girl. so they were in shock when a boy popped out.

they no likely. Since helen’s mom was a teacher, they decided to raise the boy as a girl and simply homeschool them until they had to go to college, once there they could simply transition into a girl. This is how they thought trans people were so they thought they’ll do the same to get a girl (This was obliviously wrong)

so they tried to do that but mother couldn’t get the needed forms and paperwork to homeschool Helen so they had to go to school. so their parents decided the best thing to do was to make them as manly as possible in 6 months. so everything pink and girl (lots of which were comfort items like plushies, and art things) were thrown out in front of poor 6 year old Helen who didn’t understand what was happening. Helen couldn’t do art, couldn’t wear certain clothes, couldn’t say certain things. punishments weren’t physical but there was a lot of yelling.

around the 3 month before school started, their parents decided that maybe Helen should meet their grandparents (parents kept giving excuses why they couldn’t visit). everything was going swell until the grandparents on the father’s side asked why name their BOY a GIRL name. before the parents could say anything, helen said “cause im a girl?” ... yaaaa queerphobic grandparents and little helen didn’t get along. plus helen was white passing so asian grandparents blamed their mom.

parents cut contact with the grandparents, and yelled at helen a lot. (poor bby) this mental abuse continued over 3 months and caused helen to stop talking and start repressing a lot of his feeling which his parents encouraged cause “”bOYs donT hAve fEeLinGs””

in school, the parents told the teacher that there was a mix up when filling out his name and that they should call him Otis. Of course one teacher messed up and called him Helen, and then they got a lot of comments form their peers, but they learned not to say that they were a girl at this point.

helen was lightly bullied for his name, and when they tried to tell a teacher they were told to “man up :))”

and so more repressing feelings

it wasn’t until middle school where someone (a kid who they later learned was named tom), stole and planted a watch of another girl into helen’s bag. This meant helen’s bullying got a lot worse. Before it was a comment here or there, now it was physical and a lot often. this is also when he began to develop symptoms of anxiety and depression.

he slowly became friends with Tom, who was also bullied a lot. But one day Tom took Helen to the roof where Tom confessed into planting the watch. Helen was very upset, and the two started to argue when Tom slipped off the edge, Helen tried to hold on to Tom, but Tom let go of his hand. Tom dead.

there was an investigation done, and Helen wasn’t in trouble as some students and teachers said how they saw him hold onto Tom. The school was given a speech about how bullying was bad, and tried to get things back to normal. Helen’s bully did die down, tho lots of ppl tried to spread rumors about how he pushed Tom.

his parents were more upset over how this would look and not about Helen’s mental health. Helen never told them about the bulling.

When high school started, the bullies acted as if nothing happened. and on Halloween, Helen snapped and killed 5 of the main bullies. He was caught and sent to a mental hospital.

so you think that finally, Helen can get the help they need right :)). ahhah no....

so the hospital did diagnose Helen with depression and a mild case of anxiety, but basically put them on pills. the actually therapist had a very hard time getting Helen to open up. this is because the on their first session helen started with his gender identity, and the therapist told him “look you are biologically a boy, so you must be a boy :))” and when they said that sometimes he felt more comfortable when they were more fem, they was told that was wrong.

so helen shut up like a clam cause they did not feel safe with this guy

at least they learned how to somewhat manage their depression and anxiety :)

once helen turned 18 he was released, and Helen decided to be an artist and not kill. but he saw another one of his bullies and said fuck it.

slender saw and was like “i like this child. imma adopt them”

and Helen joined the mansion

Personality:

look Helen was mocked and betrayed by basically every person in their life, they don’t trust ppl

they are nice, but they don’t new people

if you’re nice they’ll be nice, if you’re mean they’ll be mean, simple

cold hearted, look if you are neutral to them and get run over by car they wont do anything. the world was shit to them, they’re shit back.

quiet. like Helen could be inches away and you still won’t hear them

buttttt if you get close (good luck) you see a passionate, kinda nerdy, very kinda touch starved, sarcastic person who just lived a shitty life.

Fun Facts:

k mans has a 6 inch dick, 7 when hard, but is thick, and stretches you out-

*cough* moving on-

bi sexual. Helen has a very hard time acknowledging romantic feelings but is down to date the girls, gays and theys. again good luck getting there but it may happen.

gender fluid Helen has come a long way and their gender identity has ranged from girl, boy, both, none and yes. They’ve settled on gender-neutral pronouns but doesn’t hate being called she/her or he/him usually. On a bad day, they can’t say the same.

Called them painter. The only ppl who can called them by their birth names are ppl who are close to them. On fem days, they like Helen. On masc days, they like Otis. Sometimes they don’t care, sometimes they just wanna be called painter. If you’re not sure and you actually care just ask, he’ll say what day it is. usually they dress accordingly, but still if you’re not sure ask, they’ll prefer it.

Speaking of clothes, the fit??? is on point???? like imagine dark academia with more blues, blacks and tans. Helen looks like the protagonist of a boarding school au.

they will wear skirt and dresses and corsets, and do they’re (slightly basic) hair and makeup.

some creeps (jeff) tried to make fun of helen for this. And when you look at Helen you dont think that they’re much of a fight. Helen’s lean and kinda thin (kid doesn’t eat a lot), but Helen did karate for year cause their dad wanted their “perfectly normal son” to do something manly and kinda close to their culture. Helen learned how to fight with a very good guard and how to be very fast but not so much strong. Wasn’t until he got out of the mental hospital did he learn about pressure points, specially those that dont need a lot pressure :) you see where this is going.

Basically Helen is that one movie character who touches a spot on someone's neck and they pass out. (this is the best i can describe it, they dont do this exactly but similar things)

also very talented at art and arty things. like annoyingly good. he’ll try wood craving and make amazing things after only learning about it an hour ago. Current draws online and does online commissions to pay for his coffee

actually likes hunting, not with gun but with like bows an arrows. they dont hunt often cause they like animals

has to finish whatever they’re working on. please force this baby into bed

has a coffee addiction

likes classical music and lofi.

dont talk about the whole painting with blood thing, they were 14, it was cringey, they know

hair is like chin length ish, its black with waves, so if they wanna be masc they can tie it up and when its fem, they can let it down and straighten it

forgets to eat, feed them

k this is long. As you can see I can also write a whole essay about Helen. I will write about Helen’s and Johnny friendship, along with the other creeps later. but im tired.

#creepypasta #helen otis #bloody painter

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setoslut · 4 years ago

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maybe the thief king x reader? I don’t see a lot with him

Character: Thief King Bakura

Time Period?: ancient Egypt

Warnings: none

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I hope you liked my idea for it and if not just send in another ask that you want!

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Thief King Bakura

Like any other story, headcanon whatever

You and Bakura, soon to be ‘Thief King Bakura’ in the upcoming years- were ‘childhood friends’

Or whatever the term was called in scientific Egypt

This might be unrealistic but let’s go with the flow because I’ve gotta make this head canon some how-

When y’all were about 8-9 ish

Apparently Thief King Bakura is 27, and Atem is 18 big yolo-

There was an order issued to bring forth some of the most Devine? Beautifulest? Children that they could find and bring them to the castle to prep them to be Atem’s potential wife

And Ofc you were chosen and you never got to see Bakura since that fateful day

You’re last memory of Bakura is him reaching out to you and shouting you a promise you’ll never forget

“I’ll come for you Y/N! I’ll find you and I’ll steal you away from here! For ever! And we can live in a palace together okay! I promise”

That memory will forever be engraved into your mind

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Okay so fast forward about 9-10-11 years? Atem’s turning 18 which is the day for him to choose his wife that’ll rule by his side till the day they die-

Which also means that Bakura would be turning 23 today

Yes I changed his age sue me-

Okay so yada yada yada

Orientation or whatever the coming of age ceremony is passed and now it’s time to chose a wife

So far Atem hasn’t seen anyone worth while, too ugly, too fake, too big, too bony, too greedy, too-

Wait a minute

Who?

Who? Who is that?

Yep, you guessed it

It’s you:)

You’re literally the meaning of true beauty and the definition of perfect in Atem’s eyes

As well as Bakura and me 🙈

And you’re not stuck up?

Perfect

so he decides that you’re the perfect bride for him so you get taken to a separate room that has a balcony thingy that over looks the side of the garden

And you can’t help but reminisce all the memories spent with Bakura back from when you two were kids

How you longed to see him

And how you still hoped that he kept his promise

Don’t get me wrong- it’s nice living in the palace, wonderful even. But you aren’t with the one you want to spend the rest of your life with

Nor are you cut out for it.

You need some excitement and adventure in you’re life

And that’s what Bakura gave you

S i g h

Snapping back to reality you see a rustle in the bushes to the mid right back? Of the garden, kinda on the edge?

Great explanatory skills amirite?

Leaning forward slightly you see a tuft of wild spiky white hair, that low key looked kinda soft, emerge from the greenery attached to a body of a man with scars litering his tanned face and body

But you recognise that hair from anyway

Surely it’s-

“Bakura” you breath out airily as he swiftly and silently climbs up to where you’re at and gives you a massive smirk as you he grips your forearms tightly, but not enough to harm you

“Told you I’d come back to steal what’s rightfully mine”

But before y’all can catch up, Atem walks in with priest Seto

And poor babey thinks you’re in trouble but Priest Seto the hot Slut- thinks you’re working with him, tbfh he’d think that no matter what-

N E W E I G H Z

Atem calls for his guards whilst him and and priest Seto, albeit reluctantly, go to help you

But plot twist for them-

“Unhand her this instant!” Atem yells which is futile, because now that Bakura has you? He is NOT letting you go anywhere without him

Or outside at all

“Sorry Pharaoh but I’ll be taking my prise possession back” you can literally hear the smugness and the smirk in his voice

“She does not belong to you!”

“Actually” Bakura licks his lips “she does/ I do”

Poor Atem is struck still-

Oh well this isn’t an Atem angst this is a Thief King head canon so let’s continue-

Without sparing any last words, Bakura flees, leaving without a trace, with you tightly in his grasp, just as the guards turn up in and around the area

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Once you’re a safe distant away you both stop behind an abandoned building North West of the palace

You brings your hands to his cheeks and slowly and carefully start to trace his scars

“Oh Bakura” you frown, concern in your eyes “what happened to you?- How did this happen to you?”

“Well” that familiar smirk adorns his tanned face “ I am Thief King Bakura”

Instead of you running away like he thought you might, you stayed and gave him a soft smile with a small shake of your head as a small chuckle seeps past your lips

“Oh My Thief King” these a hint of amusement in your voice before it disappears without a trace,

“ I always knew you’d find me and steal me back” you say 😌

“What would I do without My Thief Queen? I wouldn’t be complete, so consider your self lucky”

even though his words were slightly harsh his tone wasn’t, and you understood him enough to realise that

“I guess not”

You slowly wrap your arms around his neck

“I can’t wait to make new memories with you”

His arms sneak around your waist to rest just above your hips

-Reduced to a mumble-

“we’ve got plenty of kisses to steal from each other as well”

Your lips are inches apart

“Then I guess we better get started”

Your lips touch in a slightly soft but rough kiss that is filled with so much passion and longing to last a life time

You both slowly pull apart as y’all need to breath

Y’all are slightly short of breath as a thin string of saliva connects you two

Cheeks flushed you keep your forehead pressed against his as you whisper

“My Thief King”

“My Retrieved Thief Queen”

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{ Rip pharaoh- he will be missed 1998-2020 }

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It’s currently 6:58 AM and I’ve had no sleep so I think I may have misspelling a few words and a few things might not make sense but I hope it’s eligible- if not I’ll fix it later

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pumpkin-lith · 5 years ago

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Clone Wars Saved...ish

What the hell did I just watch ?

Let’s start by saying that 1) spoilers alert, not necessarily coherent but definitely there, I’ll put on a read more, but unspoiled mobile users, just in case it fails, scroll by and 2) @norcumii had warned me. And yet I didn’t quite expect that because, how could more clones ever be bad !

Oh boy.

Thanks to @shadow-spires for being my emotional support watchbuddy. I needed it more than I thought I would and we’re only three episodes in.

Some context : I’ve watched... only a few episodes of the show before, despite probably being able to give you the plot of all 6 seasons and quote lines and scenes, thanks tumblr and my own love for clones. And I hadn’t really looked at the bad batch half-rendered episodes because I still had trouble with the graphics of the actually finished show, so...

But I was ready for this, for feels, for finding Echo again and, finally, get 66 and murdered by Dave Filoni. Set up a meeting time to watch some eps with shadowspires, fun when there is a twelve hours diff between us and here we go.

Let me tell you, there was a lot of yelling in all caps in the chat side bar...

Trying to keep mostly in order of the episodes :

- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO KIX’S HAIR ? Why ? Why hair and no more tattoo ??? Is this supposed to be red corsair continuity ? But then WHY IS HE HERE AND NOT ALREADY ABDUCTED ? Is this merch reasons ?

- Two seconds in and WOW I hate the Bad Batch. And this does NOT get better. I’m really tired of the Muscle is Dumb trope, Tech is like a human C3PO which urgh but fine but then KEEP CONSTANT (this is going to be a major point of my yelling), if Hunter says you chatter all the time THEN DO but no, we won’t here a single random fact ever again for three episodes, and Crosshairs chats and snarks a LOT for someone ‘not talkative’.

- Regs. FUCKING REGS, urgh, I hated that word the INSTANT it was said. Canon isn’t as heavily into the Vode An fanon loves, but WOW fuck that. Strike team or not, you’re not supermen, you have to rely on intel, be supplied, you’re not a bunch of mercenaries, you’re a MILITARY STRIKE TEAM, you must interact with regs a lot so it means you’re a bunch of condescending assholes ALL THE TIME.

-Also fuck 1) that team’s dynamics and 2) the “two teams do not get along” trope, fuck it with a SHOVEL. 1) You’re a Commando Team. In an army three years deep into war. You’re comrades and probably have save each other asses hundred of times. So why can’t you behave ? And I know people do not always get along, or even best friends sometimes irk each other, but, look, consistency, if you think you’re with lesser people because regs (can you tell I’m not over that either), you present a united front and you don’t bitch at your teammates in front of them. 2) YOU ARE MILITARY. Trained for 10+ years, there’s DISCIPLINE there, even a maverick strike team, when Cody is down, you OBEY THE SECOND IN COMMAND. I don’t care if you have a better plan, you TELL the officer, you don’t just tell him to shut up and watch. AND YOU DON’T GET AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS.

-Did I mention I hate everything about Dumb Violent Muscles unable to control himself or follow a plan ?

-Of course the one time we could see Cody in charge, he’s hurt and useless.

-WHY. IS. THE MEDIC. GOSSIPING. INSTEAD OF KEEPING WATCH OVER THE WOUNDED BROTHER ???

AND WHY DOES HE HAVE HAIR DAMMIT

-The tactics Mess out of order : Why is nobody blowing stuff up, a group able to single handedly take on 100+ droids is getting pushed back by thirty later on, why not trap the outpost to blow up the incoming droids, the analytical droid cannot comprehend why the clones would leave the outpost while in full view of the cyber center and it has to be pointed out to him, WHY DID NOBODY TRAP THE FUCKING OUTPOST TO BLOW, why does the tech guy LITERALLY NAMED TECH doesn’t hide/erase what they did to the computer, why if he didn’t have time DIDN’T HE BLOW UP THE COMPUTER.

-And for a plot point being “droids analyzes our tactics so we always have to change them”, it means that no one ever attacked a front door and drew all the droids there for a second team to sneak by the back door. Somehow.

Ep2 & 3 :

- Why is “this may or may not be Echo” matters on a tactical PoV ? I get the emotional one, of course, but having the Bad Batch question it at the beginning and later on starting a fight over it has no other reason than to go for another round of We Do Not Get Along Trope. The Seps have either a PoW or an Algorhythm allowing them to win battle, no matter what it is, you have to go and rescue/take it. WHY ARE YOU ARGUING.

- I know this is the funny part of ‘Anakin and Padmé are the less subtle ever’ and it was funny (I didn’t hate ALL of the episodes, see ?), but why is she explaining to Anakin why he fights three years into the war other than reminding the public, this is the LEAST EFFECTIVE PLAN ever to hide from Obi-Wan with Rex obviously standing guard.

-Not a critic, just fucking amused : if someone isn’t aware that Padmé and Anakin are a thing, there is a lot of subtext to thing Anakin and Rex have a hidden fling. I don’t even ship it and I could see it x)

- Tell Padmé I say hello. TELL PADME I SAY HELLO. Obi-Wan fucking KNOWS, maybe not the whole “married and pregnant” but hellooooo that was blantant cue that he’s aware they’re together, at the very least so very close friends that they sneak private calls during a siege if Anakin is really dense, we have ONSCREEN PROOF that Obi-Wan SAID OUT LOUD something about it and it makes Anakin thinking Obi-Wan doesn’t know and couldn’t understand in RotS even STUPIDER. Good job Anakin.

- This Galaxy has the most efficient Google Translate ever. Either it’s a known language of the planet you’re going to, and then by doing research amidst the prep to go to the planet everyone or at least Rex as Captain would put the translator to the spoken languages there on his helmet, or it’s an unknown one and yet with two sentences, Tech’s tech (urgh) is able to translate and analyses it well enough to speak it back to them. Wow.

- WHY. IS. THE. JEDI. NOT. USING. THE. FORCE. You’ve worked with Echo before but there’s no mention or even trying to feel him, fine, better have another fight of whether or not he’s truly here, two droids manage to get the drop on you, two droids manage to get the drop on you AND SOMEHOW AREN’T IMMEDIATELY BISECTED, Two droids manage to get the drop on you, survive, AND GIVE YOU ENOUGH TROUBLE YOU NEED SOMEONE TO SHOOT ONE TO GET OUT OF IT.

- Echo, my poor baby TnT I knew this was going to hurt, and it does, it does so much.

-And we’re RIGHT BACK to full on rage rather fast. We go from “he’s so weak he can’t walk, he doesn’t remember anything after the Citadel, he’s so out of it he doesn’t know where he is and ‘notices’ Rex being here two or three times” to “He can walk, he can be yeeted into a vent, he can tightpole walk, he can shoot while standing, he knows the whole base’s blueprints and also all the Separatist’s database.” in like. Five minutes. CONSITENCY FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Why is no one carrying him, why don’t we even get a fucking HUG ?

-Why was everyone yeeted by Dumb Muscles WHEN WE HAVE A JEDI HERE. WHY STILL NO FORCE ??? Clone-yeeting is like Anakin’s favorite pastime, he should have thought of it FIRST, My Moment Has Come.

- Oh FUCK NO. WHY did you even GO BACK TO THE NATIVES’ VILLAGE ? You got dragons, you fly back to your ship that wasn’t damaged in anyway, you evac fast and clean, DONE ! Why go back ? Anakin even says that the Techno Union will strike for helping them BUT UNTIL YOU WENT BACK THEY DIDN’T KNOW THE NATIVES HELPED YOU ! They had no problems until now ! DON’T INVOLVE CIVILIANS ! If they had gone with the plot point of having the natives pick a side and be the ones to save them from that pole by flying to get them, then yes, totally, stay and help and defend them against the retaliation massacre ! But since they didin’t, do NOT go there and draw to them a retaliation massacre.

-FUCK that speech. Sorry Rex, but FUCK THAT. Again, civilians. You are supposed to be the GOOD GUYS trying to STOP THE WAR, not draw innocents into it when it could be avoided. AND THEN LEAVE WHEN YOU JUST TOOK DOWN ONE ATTACK AND THE TECHNO UNION WILL SURELY COME WIPE OUT THAT VILLAGE FOR HELPING YOU AND THERE’LL BE NO JEDI TO SAVE THE DAY.

-Why is everyone suddenly dumb.

-Fuck that “good old days” bullshit. I’m sure there were good times, but your good old days are three years of war and losses. Gimme “now everything will be alright”, because for once someone survived, for once the future is looking hopeful, give me them hoping that it’ll be okay and then gut me with the sheer irony of it all because I know 66 is looming. AND FUCKING HUG HIM DAMMIT, he was almost catatonic thirty minutes ago, at least HELP HIM into the ship rather than leave him standing here alone.

-And no mention of Fives, of course. Idk it may be in episode 4, it BETTER be in Episode 4, otherwise this is “it be like the good old days, yay, btw Fives’ dead”.

I am SO ready for the damn Bad Batch arc to be over and hoping the actual original content is way better. I wished they had scrapped that disaster of an idea full of bad clichés. You want a strike team to go with Rex ? I’ve got a strike team for you : Jesse is an ARC, Kix is both a medic and seen many times with a rifle (AND THE COOLEST HAIRCUT, get us Bly there and give him a tracking speciality with the many ‘primitive’ planets he was on, and we have Aayla for the muscle. That would be badass.

#Star Wars #Spoilers #The Clone Wars #The Clone Wars Saved #TCW : spoilers #Season 7 spoilers #Star Wars spoilers #THERE IS SPOILERS HERE #And a lot of rage and yelling #GiveKixAShave2020 #GiveEveryoneElseABrain

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eloarei · 4 years ago

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1, 2, 3, 7, 9, 13, 17, 23 (some of these are random and some aren't)

Thanks for the many questions, Socks! Sorry I didn’t answer them earlier; I decided answering asks on mobile sucks. ALSO, this is going to be super long haha sorry. 1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it? Well, my most current project is one I just started brainstorming. It’s (hopefully gonna be) a Fallout 3 series, with my latest fic being the starting point. LW/Fawkes is a ship I liked immediately when I played the series some years ago, but I never got around to writing for it, probably in part because there’s already a super good longfic about them, and I just didn’t think there was much else I could say. But my LW is different from Choco’s LW, and lately I wanted to start something self-indulgent. Although I have enough ideas for this to maybe be a single 30k fic, I’m choosing to do a series of shortfics instead, so that I’m not burdening myself with another long project. Fic series are great in that way, because it’s basically complete with every new fic. On top of that, I have... probably 3 other things I want to make significant progress on this year. First is another Fallout fic: Same Heart. I’ve posted 8 chapters already and have almost 2 more done, but due to the slow-build nature of it (and my tagging) I don’t expect to have almost any readers until at least chapter 10 (when the ship characters finally meet). I’d like to at least get that far this year. A project I’d love to finish by fall is the unreleased “The Wilderness”, a Venom zombie AU that I started for NaNoWriMo 2 years ago. It’s about 55% written, and my goal is to have as much of it done as possible before the sequel movie comes out. If it’s not done by then, I still plan to post whatever I have. And lastly-ish, my novel... thing. Rogue. I’m in the process of editing it, although I’ve taken kind of a break lately. And as soon as I’m done with the edits and can get a couple of people to read it (just so they can tell me if certain parts are stupid and need changed) I plan to start the next book in the series... which will probably end up being book #1, actually, if I do them modern-era chronologically. It’s... gonna be a process. ^^; 2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project. In my upcoming FO3 fic series, I’m honestly just kind of weirdly looking forward to... how do I put this? Exploring my own vaguely-traumatic experiences through fic. I’ll always do a happy ending, if possible, but before we get there I really want to run these two through the ringer of... being given something they were led to believe was impossible, being judged for it, having it taken away, and then being told “well maybe it’s for the best”. When it comes to future projects, I guess I’m really excited about writing the new Rogue book. “Reaper”, I guess, is its unimaginative working title. I’m anxious about it, because I thought Rogue had some really deeply emotional scenes, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to accomplish that as well with this new one, simply because the characters don’t have the same level of desperation about each other. I need to figure out what’s unique about their dynamic and push that. I guess I’m looking forward to the challenge. 3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) Hmm gosh. Technically there’s a scene in the later chapters of Mobius that I already wrote, but it wouldn’t take place until probably chapter 3 or later, and I just lost all steam on that fic, sadly. But every time I poke through my notes I make myself cry reading it. It’s a scene where one character knows it’s going to be the last time he sees the person he loves most, and he can’t explain his pain to anyone. I really just want to get there so I can see if it makes other people cry like babies haha. But on a completely unrelated note, there’s also this ZADR fic I started writing in like 2009, and I absolutely didn’t want to do the work to get to the fun middle scenes, but basically it was an AU where young adult Dib went to live/work in the thriving multi-species space community, where he’s... I dunno, studying alien biology I think?, and he ends up with Zim as a roommate. The scenes I really wanted to write were about the two of them getting into like a bar fight with some tough types, and Zim gets his pak ripped off/damaged in the process, and Dib has to sort of take care of him through a horrible fever. But then it turns out that the pak was not a life-support system like they thought, but actually a growth inhibitor so they (the people in charge of the Irkens) could choose who became the Tallest (the leaders). (And also it hindered reproduction, etc.) So basically the two of them accidentally start to unravel a galactic conspiracy which also involves corruption in the Earth government, etc, and Zim gets taller but spoiler alert, he still doesn’t get tall enough to challenge the Tallest lol. Sadly, I doubt I’ll ever actually write that fic. Sounds like too much effort lol. 7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree? That’s such a hard question. Ummm. How do I put any of that into words? ...I think one of the things about my writing is that a lot of the time nothing really happens in a scene, and the story mostly focuses on a character thinking. Like, enough happens so there’s something for them to think about, but I think I tend to put a lot of emphasis on POV character’s thoughts, to the point of sometimes seeming stream-of-consciousness. I’ve been told that this makes my stories feel alive though? So I think it appeals to some people, though I’m sure others would find such stories boring. Oh also, somewhat along these lines, I like to add commentary that is only somewhat relevant, usually in parenthesis at the end of a sentence or paragraph. (Honestly, it’s not unusual to see one in every paragraph if I’m writing something slightly humorous.) 9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other? I would LOVE to write primarily longfics! However, I just don’t have the time or energy for it, and I don’t write fast enough. So I end up with a lot of oneshots under 10k. I had to challenge myself to learn to write short things though, and then it’s really about writing something short, not about writing a specific story. Generally, I’m both pantster and plotter. I tend to write the first chapter/few scenes/maybe as much as 10k, just by the seat of my pants. After that, I look at what I’ve got and write out a plot to continue from there. Plotting everything out before I start just doesn’t work for me, but if I try “pantsing” anything longer than 15k I know I’m gonna have an absolute torturous hell of a time. 13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself? Lol I think anyone who’s reading this knows I share my stuff online. Primarily on my AO3, though there’s some other stuff floating around here on tumblr too. Most of the time if I keep something to myself it’s only because it’s not finish enough to share. So, sure, there’s plenty of that, but the goal is always to share it eventually. If I ever get around to finishing a novel, those will probably be the only things I don’t just post online. (Though I do post most of my OC stuff currently.) 17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations? I think that inevitably my readers will always perceive me and my writing a bit differently than I do. That’s just... interacting with people. Nobody knows you entirely. However, I am as open and honest in my writing as possible, and I actually think that reading my fic is the best way to get to know me. I like to hope that I am an open book to anyone who has read many of my words. =] While you may not know the details of my life, I think you would have a good insight into my personality. 23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest? Like... my oldest fic/story that I’ve never written or posted? Not counting stuff I’ve consciously abandoned (things from middle school, mostly), my original fic series, “Damsel and Company in Distress” aka DamselCo. is definitely my oldest story. I think I started fiddling with it in 2006-- which makes it pretty disappointing that it’s gotten next to nowhere. XD; But the story is my baby, and it’s been my baby for so long that anyone who’s followed me ever is probably at least vaguely familiar with a few of the characters. Now maybe one day I’ll actually give it the attention it deserves, though I’m sure it’ll need significant revamping. After all, a lot has changed in 14+ years. Ideas that were new and subversive then are probably already stale.

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percywinchester27 · 5 years ago

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About a boy (Part-1)

Word count: 1700-ish

Warning: Suspense, feels, Weechesters fluff at some point (other more severe warnings will follow)

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: I am attempting something new and so far I love this story. I hope you guys love it, too! All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story <3

Two bags landed on the asphalt with a definitive thud, the straps sliding from his sweaty hands almost effortlessly. Dean squinted at the gloomy façade of the huge, seven storey high building before him. The faded brown walls and lackluster frontage wasn't even attempting to impress. The stairs leading up to the portico were rickety and looked like they could barely hold any weight. The hanging sign, with letters that were barely recognizable, read- ‘Bell stone Orphanage for boys.’ The solid wooden columns seemed to be holding the weight of more than just the building- they bore the burden of hopelessness, disappointment and monotony. The thought of spending his days here made Dean nauseous.

He peered into the darkness behind the windows. It was late in the evening, but there was no movement. The tedium that he found there set his mind. Dean took a deep breath, ground his teeth together and bent down to retrieve the bags. He slung the smaller one, with a longer strap across his torso and grasped the heavier one with both his hands as he made his way up the creaky steps.

He pushed the front door, the creaking ominous and uninviting. Without overthinking it, Dean stepped into the dismal corridor, and made his way towards the office at the very end. It faded plate read "Andy." That's all.

Dean deposited both his bags on the musty, stained sofa that looked like it could have been here for a couple of centuries and walked up to the counter. The guy behind the desk did not look up at first. He had long brown hair at the back and a weird 70's hairdo up front. It looked ridiculous, even more so because the guy was at least in his early forties. Muscled and tall like a biker.

Dean cleared his throat.

The wannabe rockstar looked up, and raised on bleary eyed eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I'm the new kid," Dean said.

Counter guy, Andy, Dean remembered, gave him a thorough once over, taking in the torn jeans, worn out and over large leather jacket, and the dirty undershirt.

"New kid, huh?"

Dean said nothing, waiting for the guy to get done with his elaborate inspection. He was used to it, used to being judged, used to the distrust. Today, he had to be patient, though.

Apparently, Andy found whatever he was looking for. He pulled out a huge register and tapped a key on the decrepit keyboard of an even more decrepit desktop. The screen slowly sang to life.

"Alright," Andy said, putting a finger to his tongue and then flipping the thick pages of the register with it. "Name?"

"Winchester."

"Dean Winchester?" Andy asked, reading from the page before him.

"Yeah."

"You're in here, alright, kid."

Dean nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"Alright, Dean, I'm going to ask you stuff and you're going to answer it truthfully, you get me?"

"Yeah."

Andy held his gaze. "Don't lie to me, kid. I've been here way too long to not be able to tell a lie from the truth."

Dean gave another quick nod. He wasn't intending to lie. Not for most part.

"Okay," Andy continued as if the little threatening sidetrack had never happened. "You have to give me your full name."

"Dean Winchester."

"No middle name?"

"Nope!"

Andy wrote that down.

"Age?"

"15," Dean said, without inflection. Andy gave him another once over as if ascertaining his words. Dean wanted to roll his eyes. Out of all the things that he could lie about, why would age be one?

"It says your foster parent tossed you out and that's why you're here. That correct?"

"Yeah," Dean sighed.

"What happened?"

"I- " he started and then stopped. Andy must have known at least some of it. He was just testing to see if Dean was going to lie. "I had become a problem kid to them, so they tossed me out."

Andy gave a knowing look. "What did you do?"

"Picked a little thing off the rack at the supermarket," Dean shrugged. "I don't know why it was such a big deal."

The man in front of him made a show of sweeping his hair behind. "I've had the kind of you before, but around here, your little stunts won't work. You have to keep your nose clean. Nobody is tossing your ass onto the cold street here, but you put one toe outta line and it won't be pretty. We clear?"

"Crystal."

Andy probably wanted to sound threatening, but it sounded more like a learned speech. He was telling the truth, then. Andy had seen many like him, and he'd also said the same words way too many times.

He went on to ask about his schooling, police records, what work he could do, and Dean went on to answer it all. He wasn't bad at school. The records weren't non-existent, but there wasn't anything solid to it either. Nothing that would put him under the radar immediately. He told Andy about having worked at a garage and how he knew his nuts and bolts.

His instinctive scoff for the innuendo in that particular answer earned him a smirk from Andy.

"Last one," Andy read from the form. "You know anything bout your folks?"

"Dead. Both of them. A house fire got them."

"Uhhuh… Any blood relatives?"

"Not that I know of," Dean answered.

"No siblings?"

Dean's answer to that was firm. "No."

Andy did not say he was sorry about Dean's folks. He had probably heard one too many sob stories before.

"There's rules to living here," Andy told him. "You have to take your turns to do the chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and babysitting the younger kids. You can't go out into the grounds after 8. At no point are you to leave the premises except to and from school, without permission. You have to be up at 5 every morning and get started. Most importantly, you are not to cross over to the left wing. At all."

"Yes, Sir," Dean said.

Andy almost smiled. "You don't have to call me that. 'Andy' will do just fine."

"Okay."

"Alright, Winchester, you are good to go," Andy concluded. He got up and stretched his hands over his head. Man, he was taller than what Dean had assumed. 6'3" at least. "Grab your stuff, we're heading to the 5th floor. That's where everyone from 15- 17 years bunks. After the lights go out at 10, you're not allowed to leave your floor. There's grills at ever landing and we lock them at lights out, so you can't go around the whole building."

"What if there's a fire?" Dean asked. "You lock the floors here, and we can't cross over to the left wing staircase, how the hell are we to get out?"

Andy's head whipped towards him. "How do you know about the staircase in the left wing?"

"Rocket science, man," Dean scoffed. "Of course there must be staircase, how the hell do people move around on that side then?"

Andy didn't look completely convinced, but he let it pass.

Upon reaching the 5th floor, which was about as dingy as the rest of the building, Andy put two of his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle. A couple heads peeked out of the rooms.

"You," Andy called out. A thin, black-haired boy of about 16 walked out of one of the rooms. He was wearing a knitted sweater and khaki pants.

"New kid, here. Get him to the bunk underneath you."

"Yeah, okay," the boy said, eyeing Dean.

"Let me know if you need anything else," Andy nodded, then walked back the way he had come, leaving Dean with the black-haired boy.

"My name's Cas, short for Castiel," the kid smiled, extending his hand. He had clear blue eyes like a beautiful morning. "Don't take anything Andy says to heart. He really loves scaring the new kids."

"Naw, man," Dean said. "I don't scare that easy."

"Be that as it may," Cas continued. "You shouldn't take everything too lightly here, either." With that he whisked Dean towards the far end of the corridor and into the last room. It was tiny… tinier than what Dean had expected. Two sets of bunk beds were pinned to the opposite corners along the length of the wall with just enough space between them to fit one desk and a chair. Clothes were shabbily strewn across the bottom bunk of one of the sets and there were piles of books on top of the other.

"This one is yours," Cas pointed to the bunk below the books. "But err… for tonight you might want to sleep up."

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Uhhggg… let's just say the initiation here isn't the best," Cas said, hesitantly. "It's dark already. Everyone's down spending their last free hours of the night in the rec room. If you get on top, no one will have to know that you're here till tomorrow."

Dean appreciated the concern, but he could take care of himself. Nevertheless, he accepted Cas' offer. Pushing one bag under the bed, he hauled the satchel over the bunk and then climbed up after it. He handed Cas all his books then laid on his side, facing the wall.

Twice there was scuffling in the room, once before the lights went out, and once after, but Dean didn't turn, assuming it was the other two kids. Cas was snoring softly in the bunk below. That boy seemed really nice… too nice for a place like this, at least. Dean wondered how long he'd been here, and how he'd managed to survive with his heart still in place.

It got eerie quiet after that. So quiet that Dean could even hear his own heartbeat in the pitch darkness. He thought about everything that Andy had said, then worried if he had picked a lie in Dean's word. For most part he had been truthful. Dean's parents had both died in a fire when he was 4. He had been tossed around a couple foster homes as a kid. He had given the correct address of the last place he had lived at. And he had once picked up a thing or two from the shop.

But he had lied. He had lied about being thrown out now. He had lied about how he'd ended up at the orphanage. Most of all, he'd lied about how he did not have a brother.

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A/N 2: I really really hope y’all like this story!! Please let me know what you think... the feedback is what keeps me going :)

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kayteewritessteve · 5 years ago

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Love and War - 10/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 4,860 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all these errors and this story, so there’s that.

Finally!! Chapter 10 has arrived!! So sorry it took so long, lovelies. I haven’t had really any time this week to write. At all. Which is super sad. But anywho! I hope you enjoy!

You returned back to your room, the biggest smile you’ve ever had upon your lips. Nothing, not a single thing, could have wiped it from your face. You figured it would be a permanent fixture on you from then on.

You were entering your room, but you weren’t on your feet. No, you were currently clutched in the arms of the man you loved. The man you would from then on, spend your forever with, your eternity. The man you’d call your husband. Your Ari.

You glanced at the big beautiful man carrying you bridal style, finding his loving eyes were already upon you. “What are you thinking about, my moon?”

“Just how truly happy I am,” you kissed his cheek. “How excited I am to be yours, forever.”

“Mine,” he growled the word lowly, both possessively and yet so, so lovingly, as he nodded. The sound of his voice sent a pleasant chill down your spin, instantly. “And I am yours, for eternity.”

“Mine,” you attempted to growl back at him, playfully. But it was nothing in comparison to the way he’d said it. He chuckled and shook his head at your antics, which caused you to giggle at them as well.

He gently placed you down, atop your bed, and kissed your forehead. But then pulled back and you saw the frown now on his face, “I do not wish to leave you, my moon. But I must go inform my father of our new union. And I think it best if you not be there when I do.” He sighed, “he will not be pleased with me, but I will not allow him to take that anger out on you.”

You frowned back at him, “must you go right this second? Can’t you just stay with me for a little while, I won’t be able to sleep without you here.”

He glanced down at you, looking extremely torn. But after a moment he sighed deeply, “alright, I will stay until you are asleep. Then I will go speak to Athos, but I will be back once that is finished, and long before you wake.”

You nodded eagerly as you shuffled over, making room on the bed for his large frame. He climbed into it and wrapped his large arm around you, pulling your back flush against his hard chest. You wiggled into him more, trying to just wrap yourself entirely in him. As much as you could at least. “You promise to return before morning?”

“I do, my wife. I promise,” he said softly into your ear, kissing the side of your head. Him calling you his wife made your heart skip a beat, and your tummy so flips of joy. You almost liked the ‘wife’ nickname more than the ‘moon’ one. Almost. “I can not stay away from you for long. And now, I will never have to again.”

You sighed contently, wrapped in the arms of the man you’d just married, the man you loved more than anyone else. You drifted off to sleep quickly, eager for morning to come so you could wake up, happy and in his arms. So you could start your first day together, as husband and wife.

Your eyes snap open, as you abruptly sit up in your bed. Did you-did you really just dream that you’d married Alarick?! Your heart is pounding in your chest as your eyes scan the room. They glance over to the armchair, seeing Pietro still fast asleep upon it. Then you abruptly turn to glance down at the spot beside you on the bed, finding Wanda still asleep as well.

You sigh, and slowly lower yourself back down, to lay on the bed once again. But you aren’t tired anymore, your mind going a mile a minute about your dream. Were you-were you actually married? Oh Gods, if you were then where was your husband?! Where was this Ari? Had he searched for you, was he still searching for you?

Wanda begins to stir next to you, and you secretly hope she wakes up so you can tell her of your dream. Of all of them actually. You’ve been having so many since you arrived in this place. More in this last week, than in the entire last year combined. And you always told your siblings about them, the ones you could remember at least. Hoping that maybe they’d be able to help you piece them all together.

“You’re up early,” comes your sisters groggy, whispered voice.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning your head to glance over at her. “I had another dream.”

“Oh,” she turns her head towards you, giving you her full attention. “What was this one about?”

“I’ve actually had a few since being here,” you turn to look up at the ceiling. “I think I might be married.”

“What?” She whisper yells, sitting fully up now. “How? When?” She pauses, her eyes going wide, “with who?!”

You giggle quietly, your sisters love of rattling off questions calming you just a little. Reminding you that your siblings are here, that you aren’t so alone in this place anymore. “I have been having dreams of different things, different people. I can never make out their faces, but I remember all the dreams so vividly.” You look up at her, “like they are memories. Like they actually happened.”

“Okay, start from the beginning,” she nods, laying back down beside you on her side with her arms tucked under her head. “Tell me everything, and don’t miss a single detail!”

You nod and then begin to tell her every dream you’ve had since being here. She stays quiet through all your recounts, only speaking up here and there to ask a question, or make a small comment. Pietro had woken up part way through, but had just stayed on the chair, quietly listening along as well.

So now you had just finished explaining the dream of returning to your room, supposedly directly after marrying this Alarick man.

“But you have no recollection of the actual wedding?” Pietro asks, finally speaking up for the first time since he awoke.

You shake your head, glancing towards him, “no. None whatsoever.”

“Do you think he is out there somewhere,” Wanda starts and you snap your eyes back to her. “Looking for you?”

You sigh, whispering, “I have no idea. But I think he might be—”

A knock on your bedroom door halts the conversation entirely. “Come in,” you say loudly so whoever it is will hear you.

The door opens and the three ladies enter the room, Peter close behind. “Good morning, Y/N and guests,” Peppers sweet voice causes you to smile. The three ladies nodding their heads to you, as Peter bows.

“Good morning, ladies and Peter,” you nod back. Wanda and Pietro saying a quick good morning to them all as well.

Peter steps forward a bit, “I am here to show Wanda and Pietro to their rooms, if they are ready?”

You glance at them both, receiving nods then turn to look at Peter. “They are. Thank you, Peter.” He smiles and nods.

You hug them both, saying quick goodbyes and then Peter leads them out of the room, as the ladies begin to help ready you for the day.

You sit alone on the edge of your bed, the ladies having just left. Feeling entirely unsure of what today will hold for you, unsure of what will unfold before you. Your mind is going a mile a minute, so fast that you can barely keep up. What with your siblings now being here, your immense need to just be near Steve, all the insane things you’ve learned in the last week and now, now the possibility that you might be married?

Married! As in for life! And to a man you can’t even remember!

A wedding you clearly wanted back then, but have no recollection of now. A life that you may have lived, but that now feels like a completely different time. A completely different person's life. You aren’t that woman anymore, and you may never be her again. So then what are you supposed to do now, about all of this?

You want Steve. Gods, you want him with every fibre of your being. If you are in fact his True Mate, what will you do then? What if this Ari man is actually out there, looking for you. Searching for you. For his wife. For this woman he loves and somehow lost, for this woman that you clearly aren’t anymore.

He might be searching for this person, this ghost of a woman, expecting to one day find her and be able to love her again, forever. But what if that woman doesn’t exist anymore, doesn’t even so much as know him. Let alone really even remember him. And what if she never does again. What if you never get your full memories back. What then? What will you do, if he actually finds you? If he finally tracks you down? What do you even say to him, to explain all of this. All the stuff that you, yourself, aren’t even sure of. The memory loss. The wandering aimlessly and out of it in the woods. Wanda and Pietro. Steve.

Oh Gods, Steve. The man you are falling for, and fast at that. The man you actually remember. The man you actually know, or at least are beginning to. And the one you want to continue getting to know. With no distractions, and no interferences. But the possibility of already being married? Yeah, that’s a bit of an interference for sure.

A heavy knock on your door startles you, and you nearly jump right off the edge of your bed. You glance over to your door, your heart pounding in your chest. “C-come in,” you yell, just loud enough for the person to hear.

The door creaks open slowly, revealing Bucky. And your heart rate slows almost instantly, honestly happy to see him instead of a certain large blonde King. It’s not that you don’t want to see Steve, it’s more that you need some time to just think, to weed through all these thoughts and emotions currently ripping through you. And when just being around him causes your brain to essentially shut off, that can make working through things within it, rather difficult, to say the least.

“Good morning, Bucky,” you greet, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he bows his head to you. “How have you been?”

“Ah, I’ve, I’ve been good,” you nod quickly, “how about you?”

He gives you a curious look, as if he wants to question if you’re lying or not, but then clearly decides against it. “I’m good as well,” he nods, glancing around your room.

You just watch him, now curious why he’s here. Bucky normally isn’t one to come get you for food or castle adventures. You don’t actually see him all that often, you just assume that he is usually too busy, and probably always has lots to do. What with being the King’s right hand and all.

So it’s kinda nice to get to see him again, but also a little out of the norm, enough to make you curious. “Is something the matter?” You ask, quirking a brow at him.

“Hmm?” He hums, his eyes flicking back to yours. “Oh, no. Nothing is the matter. I just figured you might be interested in some company before breakfast,” he shrugs. “And since Peter will be giving your siblings the grand tour before hand, I thought I’d come keep ya company,” he smiles innocently.

And you almost want to narrow your eyes at him. You feel like there is more to his little visit, than he is letting on. But you, once again, know that questioning him on this assumption won’t get you anywhere. So you’d just have to interrogate Sam later. “Of course, that was very sweet of you.” You stand from your bed, “so, what shall we do in the meantime then?”

“Would you be interested in a walk?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much,” you nod and walk towards him. Once you reach him, he offers you his arm and you both exit your room.

As you make your way down the hall you pipe up, “so, how long have you and Nat been together?”

“A while,” he answers vaguely and this time you do narrow your eyes at him. He gives you a side glance and then chuckles, “I couldn’t tell you exactly. It feels like it’s been forever, but in all the best ways,” he finishes with a smile, though it’s small, but genuine.

And causes you to smile in return, “that’s really sweet. You’re both very lucky.”

He nods, “that we are.”

A silence falls over you both, and you aren’t sure if you should just enjoy the quiet. Allowing your mind some much needed time to think. Or if you should continue on, if you should try to maybe get a few more of your questions answered.

You decide that you can have all the quiet time your mind needs later, but that you don’t want to miss this opportunity to possibly learn more about Steve. “How long have you known the King?”

“A very, very long time,” he glances down at you, as you both make your way down the stairs. “Since we were kids.”

“Really!?” You quickly ask, sounding a little too excited about this. He just chuckles and nods in confirmation. “And how long ago was that?”

He gives you a strange look, raising a brow at you, so you clarify. “I only ask because I’m curious how old he actually is,” you shrug, hoping it looks nonchalant.

“How old do you think he is?”

“Oh um,” you pause, thinking it over for a second. “I’m not too sure, late 20’s, early 30’s, maybe?”

“Not even close,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

You furrow your brows, “what do you mean? Is he older? Younger?”

“Older. Much, much older,” he smirks down at you, and you are even more confused now.

“I don’t understand,” you frown slightly. “He doesn’t look that old. Is that also just a Lycan thing?”

He nods, “yes. We Lycans age differently to humans, as we live a lot longer than they do.”

“What’s ‘a lot longer’ mean?”

“A few hundred years,” he says casually, as he shrugs. “At least.”

You halt your steps at the bottom of the stairs, causing him to stop as well. “Are you pulling my leg right now?”

He chuckles again but shakes his head. “No, I’m being serious. A Lycans lifespan can be up to a thousand years, if something doesn’t kill us before that point.”

“Truly?” You whisper as your eyes widen, all of this being entirely new information to you. Not one person had even so much as hinted to them living this long. But then again, you never actually asked. Mainly because you’d never have even imagined this would be a thing.

But come to think of it, it now makes perfect sense. How the King is so feared, how no one truly knows how old he is, how some of the tales of him are from many, many years ago. As if he had lived much longer than a mere human would, it’s entirely why the legends and stories surrounding him are so heavily talked about. Everyone in town assumes he is substantially older, maybe even near death, yet he looks no older than 35.

“Truly,” he nods. “The King and I are around 300. Give or take. It’s honestly hard to remember exactly how old we are after such a long time,” he shrugs. “Age sort of loses it’s excitement when you live as long as we do. So one stops keeping track after the first 150 years, usually.”

“My Gods,” you mumble as you both begin to walk again. “All the things you’ve been able to see and, and experience. How could that not be exciting,” you glance up at him. “I should think that all very exciting. You are all so lucky to get to truly watch the world grow, and change in so many beautiful ways.”

He hums, “I guess when you put it like that, it does sounds rather dreamy. But in reality, life gets very repetitive. And it’s not just all the wonderful things we have to witness. We also have to see wars, plagues, famines. And then for some of us, we have to go entire human lifetimes or longer without finding our Mates. Feeling like something is always missing.” He sighs deeply, “that can really affect us. Cause us to close off and spend so many years angry and miserable. Which actually makes living so long a true burden.” He shakes his head, “but that’s nothing compared to actually having a Mate and then losing them early on in life. Leaving the surviving one to slowly trudge through hundreds and hundreds of years, alone and longing for their other half. Their missing piece.”

You furrow your brows again. “I know that normally we aren’t supposed to bring up Mates, but would you allow me to speak freely?”

“Of course,” he nods. “Speak away.”

“I gather that Nat is your True Mate, yes?” you pause giving him a chance to answer or not, and once you see him nod you continue on. “Did it take you long to find her?”

“No, I was lucky to have found her at a young age.”

“And the King has found his Mate already, as well?”

“He has,” he nods.

“And did,” you pause and clear your throat. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one is near you and then dropping your voice to a whisper, just to be safe, “did she die?”

He furrows his brows now, glancing at you, “who told you that?”

“Oh ah,” you falter, glancing down at your feet as you continue to walk. “No one. I just assumed, based off what you said, that something had possibly happened to her. I was just curious is all,” you shrug.

Bucky opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say a word you hear your name being called. “Y/N!”

Your eyes snap up to see Wanda, Pietro and Peter coming down the hallway towards you now. And even though you are so happy to see them, you’re a little frustrated at their poor timing. You were just about to possibly get an answer from Bucky, the King’s right hand and friend.

But who are you honestly kidding, you’re willing to bet his answer would have been ‘you’ll have to ask the King about that.’ You just know it would have been, so you push this all from your mind and instead allow yourself to be happy to see your family. To have them here and with you.

“Wanda! Pietro!” You say back as they near you, “how was the tour?”

“Good,” Pietro nods, smiling.

“Amazing!” Wanda sighs out happily. “This place is just so large! And so beautiful! And I just can’t believe we actually get to see it, and to stay here at that!” She excitedly squeals, causing Bucky to flinch slightly and you to laugh.

You’re entirely used to Wanda’s excited nature by now, and she has always been so fascinated by the idea of this place, of this kingdom. Just as you have. So you know first hand, that she is just over the moon with glee, for the fact that she actually gets to lay eyes upon it. And without the fear of being captured, or worse, looming over her.

This place is like a mythical land to you both. It’s like something out of a children’s story book. You’d both spent many a late nights talking at great lengths and envisioning what this place would actually look like, would actually be like, in person. Now, most of those thoughts were dark and scary, imagining a creepy, shadow covered castle, ruled by a mean Warlord King. You know, a place truly the thing of nightmares.

Which couldn’t be further from the truth. This place was nothing like what you both thought it would be. And being here is—well, it's truly magical. Truly awe inspiring. Truly eye opening. It’s just so truly amazing.

“I’m so glad you both like it here,” you smile, so overjoyed that they like it here. You don’t know if you’d be able to watch them leave, if you’d be able to stay here any longer if they weren’t with you. So them not only liking it, but also being happy here is so important to you.

Bucky shifting beside you reminds you of something. “Oh, I completely forgot,” you chuckle, gesturing to the large man, “Wanda, Peitro this is Bucky.” Then you gesture to your siblings, “Bucky, this is my brother and Sister, Pietro and Wanda.”

They exchange quick hello’s and the Bucky looks to you. “Well, shall we continue on to the dining hall?” Bucky asks, gesturing down the corridor that you are all standing in.

You nod, Wanda and Pietro do as well, and then you all begin to make your way towards the dining hall. And as you walk Wanda happily tells you a little about their tour, while Pietro makes small talk with Peter. And Bucky, well he just stays completely silent. You glance at him from time to time, noticing that occasionally he appears to be mind-linking. But you only assume that based off that strange out of body look he gets when he is. Your curiosity instantly making you wonder who he might be talking to, wondering mainly if it’s the King on the receiving end.

You all reach the dining room and head in, finding it empty. You halt in the doorway, Peter showing Wanda and Pietro where they can sit. You glance up at Bucky as he is entering the room, whispering, “anyone else joining us this morning?”

He shakes his head and leans towards you a little, keeping his voice down as well. “No, just Sam, he’ll be down shortly.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod slowly, glancing down at your hands. You were really hoping you’d get to introduce your siblings to Steve, and the others. But the silver lining here is that they’d at least get to meet Sam, the person you’ve become the closest with. Well, besides the King that is.

As if Bucky can sense your upset, he speaks up again, “the King just thought it best to let your siblings settle in a little more, before introducing them to everyone. He was wondering though, what you thought of doing the introductions tonight over dinner?”

“Yes, that would work,” you glance back up at him, nodding eagerly, as a smile forms on your lips at just the thought of getting to see Steve tonight. “Tell him I like that idea. Very much. And can you please thank him for me as well.”

“I will,” Bucky smiles. “I actually have to go meet with him now, so I’ll tell him in person.”

You furrow your brows confused, “you aren’t staying for breakfast?”

“No,” he sighs deeply, seemingly upset to be missing out on the food now. “Unfortunately something has just come up. So once Sam arrives, I’ll have to take my leave.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod slowly, “I’m sorry you can’t stay, but thank you for the walk.”

“That’s alright,” he gives you his best reassuring smile. “And you’re welcome, it was my pleasure.”

Just then Sam comes skidding to a halt in the hallway, just outside the door. Unable to enter as you and Bucky are still currently blocking the way. His abrupt and hasty arrival only stands to cause your curiosity to spike. And it doesn’t help that you instantly notice he looks slightly frazzled and like he just ran all the way here. “Sorry I’m late,” he mumbles quickly as he bows to you. “Was on the other side of the castle.”

You quirk a brow at him, opening your mouth to speak but Bucky beats you to it. “You really need to work on your endurance, Sammy,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “You look like you’re about to pass out,” he reaches a hand out, his fingers aiming for Sams neck, as if to playfully check his heart rate.

But just before he makes contact, Sam slaps his hand away. “Get your hand outta here, man,” he shakes his head. “And I’d like to see you try running across this entire castle in one go, without getting winded.”

“I could not only lap your ass, but I wouldn’t even break a damned sweat doing it,” Bucky laughs loudly.

“Oh yeah?” Sam stands up taller, fully facing Bucky now, “you willing to bet on that, Barnes?”

“You know it,” Bucky grins smugly and stands up taller as well. Squaring up to Sam. “Name a time and place, and I’ll be there.”

You just roll your eyes, shaking your head at their nonsense, as you promptly turn on your heels and head to your seat. Not wanting any part in their ridiculous malarkey. Men were so silly about these sorts of things, and you weren’t having any of it.

You sit down and begin talking to Peter and your siblings, listening to their recounts of all they saw on their tour, and asking what they liked most. After a few minutes Sam joins you all and you introduce him to your family, utterly relieved when they hit it off well. And after a few more moments the men get into a deep conversation about Pietro’s line of work, and how he’s a blacksmith.

They talk about finding him a job in town, so he can continue to work, Sam offering to introduce him to the resident blacksmith. Who just so happens to be looking for an apprentice—which is a little too convenient, if anyone asks you. You figure another ‘Thank You’ to Steve is in order now.

After that, you and Wanda just tune them out and catch up, you telling her about everything that’s happened since you got here. Though leaving out anything about Lycans or this kingdoms history. So mainly just all you’ve done and seen thus far, and everyone you’ve met along the way. The topic of Thor and Loki made for a very funny conversation for sure.

After you’ve all had your fill of breakfast, Peter excuses him and then Sam escorts you and Wanda back to your room. And once you reach your door, he bows, says a quick goodbye and then Pietro and him walk away. Leaving you ladies to your alone time, and you honestly can’t wait to tell Wanda more about the King. All the moments you didn’t want to divulge over breakfast, in front of the men.

It would have been fine for Pietro to hear it, some of it at least, but not Sam. You knew that he’d probably just tell the King all about your fawning over him. And that was not something you were ready for him to know just yet.

But anyways, Sam had offered to take Pietro to the blacksmith to introduce them, and your brother had of course jumped at the offer. So that’s why he wasn’t here to listen in to your lovestruck ramblings. But maybe that is actually for the best.

You push open your bedroom door, entering the room with Wanda close behind. And once you shut the door a man's voice rings out in the quiet space, and you instantly tense up. Recognizing the voice. You spin around to see the very last person you’d ever want in your room. Who is currently looking rather comfy just sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Ah, Lady Y/N. I’m so glad you are finally here,” Brock grins widely at you. And it sends an instant chill down your spin.

“What are you doing here, Sir Brock?” You sternly question as you glare at him, hoping he can’t sense just how nervous you truly are. “You weren’t invited, nor are you welcome here. So leave,” you point at the door to solidify your command.

“Oh come now, My Lady,” he chuckles, shaking his head and you get the distinct impression he is mocking you. “I’m sure you’d be singing a completely different tune, if you knew the reason for why I’m here to begin with.”

You cross your arms and just continue to glare at him, not interested in the slightest about hearing him out. Nor caring at all as to what he is playing at here. You see Wanda shift anxiously beside you, and move to stand protectively in front of her. “I will only ask you this once more, either you leave now or I will inform the King of your insolent intrusion. And I can almost guarantee that he will not be pleased to hear of this.”

Brock stands from the chair, “so you aren’t even the slightest bit curious as to what I know, or what I am willing to tell you?”

You pause, stepping back so you are closer to Wanda, and the only door out of this room. Still not at all interested in what this snake has to say, you just want him gone. You need him to just leave, and right this damned second!

He shakes his head, “fine, if you insist I leave, then who am I to disobey a Ladies request.” He moves towards you both, and you step aside, pushing Wanda gently as you go. Just so that she remains protected behind you, as you give him a wide berth to the door.

But just before he reaches it he glances at you, locking eyes, “I thought you’d be more pleased to hear the news of your husband.” He frowns, “but I guess I was wrong. This outcome will simply break his heart,” he shakes his head, looking rather forlorn as he now reaches out for the door handle—

And oh my Gods! What—what did he just say?!

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911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help”

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82

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