#I threatened to do this ages ago XD

[victorluvsalice]

WIP Snippets!

I was tagged by @dont-offend-the-bees to post a snippet of a WIP -- but I have two major projects that I’m working on, so why not do a bit of both? :) Especially since I didn’t do a “sneak peak” at anything over the holidays this year. . .

First things first, though -- I am tagging in turn @nebbychan, @ace-of-tales, and @thesatiricaldemon, should they be inclined to share anything they have going on in the writing well. :) Anyone else who also feels inspired to post a WIP snippet upon reading this, please feel free! We’re all friends here!

And now -- snippets! First up, we have a portion of the first chapter of “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland,” the second part of the “Londerland Bloodlines” series I’m working on with Alice as the Malkavian fledgling in Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines. This is from my take on the cutscene where the fledgling wakes up after being knocked unconscious by the Sabbat and dragged off to a junkyard upon their arrival downtown. . .but you’ll notice that one of the Sabbat members looks a little different from usual. . . (warning for some foul language and threats of violence -- no worse than in the game itself)

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“Let’s drain it.”

“Let’s stake it and leave it out for the sunrise.”

“We’re going to have a lot of fun with this one.”

Well, fuck, was the first coherent thought Alice could put together. Her skull felt like someone had taken it out, dropped it on the ground, then poorly superglued all the pieces back together before ramming it back into her head. She cautiously cracked open her eyes to see three figures standing over her, poorly lit by the light of the moon and a sputtering lamp. “Think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it?” one snapped at her in a voice as rough as sandpaper. “Huh, lick?”

The fellow next to him (Alice was reasonably certain it was all hims) snorted. “Let’s pull out its tongue and its eyes and its teeth!” he suggested, flexing the claws that had dragged her into this mess in the first place.

“Yeah,” a smoother voice said, its owner crouching down in front of her. “I want its teeth.” He put a foot on Alice’s clavicles, pressing her down into the cracking concrete. “Camarilla fuck – what do you say to that?”

Alice squinted at him. “. . .are you wearing glitter?”

Judging by the startled blinking, that wasn’t what her captor had been expecting. “. . .yes?” he admitted, suddenly defensive. “What of it?”

“It’s just not the usual look for you lot, is it?” Alice continued, her tongue happily running ahead of her brain. “I mean, no offense, I’m happy you apparently put enough stock in taking care of your appearance to actually bathe, let alone apply make-up, but. . .��� She looked him up and down – at least, as best she could from her vantage point on the ground. “Loads of hair gel and a bright pink suit don’t exactly inspire terror.”

The clawed fellow snickered. “She may be a Cammy fuck, but she’s got you there, Habits.”

“None of you fucking appreciate fashion,” Habits replied, surrendering to stereotypes by sticking his nose in the air.

“Toreadors,” the sandpaper-voiced one – Alice could now see he was a big fellow, face framed by dreadlocks – muttered, before focusing back on her. “Don’t think that big mouth of yours will help, Camarilla. I think my boys and I could use a little entertainment.” He turned to an invisible audience over his shoulder, smirking as he curled stumpy fingers. “Those of you sitting in the first few rows will get wet.”

Shit – all right, Alice, think, she told herself as he turned back toward her, baring his fangs. Above him, the clawed fellow and Habits smirked, preparing themselves for a show. Going invisible obviously isn’t an option, and Auspex is less than useless here – which means I’ve got get my head focused enough to unleash Wonderland upon this lot before they unleash on me. She dug her nails into the sidewalk, pushing past the pain in her head to focus her blood as best she was able –

BANG!

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And second up, a bit from the sequel to the full version of “As Long As You Love Me” (which should be going up this year, I just need to edit it properly), “The Joker And The Queen!” This is the story I’ve mentioned before where Victor ends up kidnapped by X-Sector and imprisoned in The Sanctuary by Dr. Kelman while Alice ends up teaming up with Victoria and Emily to find him. . .and while he’s in there, he ends up meeting quite the remarkable group of people, including one named Smiler. . . (warning for a touch of accidental misgendering in this one, but Victor genuinely doesn’t know Smiler’s non-binary until they tell him)

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They proceeded down the hallway, around a corner, and to a large pair of double doors (white, of course). Bagshaw opened them to reveal a room that looked a bit like Victor had always imagined a dorm common room to look – some couches arranged around a TV, another bookshelf (better-stocked than the one in his room) against the wall, a few tables here and there for people to sit at, a beanbag chair in the corner because it was expected. And fortunately for his sanity, Kelman had made some concessions to color here – not a lot, as the couches and chairs were all white, but the tables and bookcase were at least mahogany, and there was a couple of sad plants on shelves adding a bit of greenery. It was a slightly less depressing place than his cell, at any rate.

And it had other people in it – a young black man and a Chinese woman playing cards at one of the tables; a pair of white women – one red-headed, one platinum blond – half-watching the TV; and a red-headed white man built like a lumberjack lounging in the beanbag chair. “Everyone?” Bagshaw called, causing them to all look up. “This is SW9.” He patted Victor briefly on the shoulder. “Play nice.”

And with that, he headed to the corner by the bookcase, pulling out his phone. Victor stared at the vaguely-curious faces before him, one hand automatically reaching for a tie that wasn’t there. Oh damn. . .when was the last time he’d actually introduced himself to anyone? Usually his interactions with people who weren’t Alice consisted of either handing over money for snacks or giving his name and then handing over money for a hotel room. And – and he didn’t know any of their names, or what they were like, or –

“Hi!”

Victor damn near leapt out of his skin. A seventh person had just appeared at his elbow, one he’d missed in his earlier glance around – a white man about his age, he guessed, with spikes of black hair hanging down the left side of his face, and bright yellow eyes that could only be contacts. “I’m Smiler!” he introduced himself, sticking out a hand with a brilliant grin. “What’s your name?”

“Ah – um – Victor,” Victor said, taking the offered hand cautiously. Goodness, but this fellow seemed ready to beam his head right off with that smile. Wonder if he read Mr. Cedars’s book too. . .

“Great to meet you!” Smiler said, pumping his arm. “I mean, yeah, be a lot better if we weren’t both stuck here, but under the circumstances, great to meet you! Oh, and let’s get this out of the way right now – they/them. My pronouns,” they added in response to Victor’s puzzled eyebrow, stabbing themselves in the chest with a finger. “Non-binary.”

“Oh! Oh, yes – he/him,” Victor responded in kind, cheeks heating up. “S-Sorry, my family’s a little conservative, so – I’m still a bit new to that sort of thing.”

“No worries! Now you know,” Smiler said, smile never faltering. “Come on, let me introduce you to everybody!” They linked their arm through his and pulled him over to the first table, where the card-playing pair were waiting with faces that suggested they’d totally expected this from Smiler. “Okay, so – this is Oblivion, he thinks he’s an edge lord,” they said, pointing at the black man. “And that’s Thirteen, she’s actually an edge lord.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

I did it!! Oh my God, I love it so much XD

Plot: Sheriff Jim is called to break up a party you're at and finds a guy trying to heavily pressure you into drinking (when Jim knows you don't really like it- you only drink a little when you're with him cuz you feel safe) and threatens the guy with his gun of course. His career may change but his willingness to threaten people with firearms does not.

Warnings: Peer pressure, sexual references, inappropriate age difference (25/66).

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

When the sound of sirens started blaring out on the lawn and some guy yelled out 'COPS', you felt your eyes widen. Oh no.

You've only got one police station in town and the Sheriff is now-

Shit! Quickly you throw your legs off the couch and get to your feet, rushing through the gaggle of people also trying to get out before 'Officer Bickerman' got in the building and started arresting people. Honestly, everyone knew the irony of that man arresting others-- but when a man has a badge and a gun you aren't really in any position to argue with him.

You in particular have added incentive to get away, though. You don't want people to know your actual relationship with Jim- and, neither does he, now that he's sheriff, but you just have a feeling if you're seen together in public (in any capacity), it will get out. You don't know how, maybe you're paranoid, but you don't want to risk it.

So you get to the back door and slip out, barely noticing you're being followed by a guy you were talking to (well, trying not to talk to) during the party until you took a breath of fresh air and managed to relax; out of the house, now.

"Hey, Y/N wait up!"

Oh, fuck.

"Owen, I think I'm gonna head home."

"Okay well, here. I managed to grab your drink before crazy old Jimmy Bickerman got in there." You turn around on the back deck, looking uncomfortable at the sight of the red cup. Owen got it for you about 2 hours ago, some rum and coke mixture (more rum then coke you're guessing) and you've been subtly ignoring it. Haven't taken a sip. It's not that you think Owen will drug you or anything, it's just that... you don't really drink. The only times you do drink a tiny bit is when you're with Jim, because you feel safe. And you already told him that-- he just disregarded it. Said it's okay, you're with friends, and it'll just help you have fun! You told him you were already having fun, but he didn't catch the hint. Or refused to.

While other party-goers stream out the door after the two of you, around you and into the woods behind the house, you politely shake your head. "No thanks, Owen. It's all yours if you want it." Hopefully he hears the tone of finality in your voice.

You do not want that damn drink!

"C'mon- I wanna see you drink it." He goes on playfully, approaching you close and raising the cup to your face. Theirs an annoying smirk on his lips and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears is loud and hot. "Show me you're not a goody-goody, Y/N- "

"No, Owen, I said I don't like- "

"C'moooooon- "

"Hey." The bark of a greeting makes you jump, eyes round peering past Owen's broad shoulder to see Jim at the back door. And he's got that dark pissed-off look in his eye- and a gun in his hand.

Oh shit.

A few more people disappear into the woods as Owen quickly chucks the fucking drink over the railing and shrugs, holding up his hands on either side of his head like he got caught with cocaine or something. Most everyone else is gone from the party now, scattered into the woods and their cars and disappeared. "Sir! I wasn't- we weren't- "

"Nah, I know y'all, weren't." Emphasis on the 'y'all'. Theirs a very dangerous look in Jim's eye as it flickers momentarily from Owen to you, and ordinarily, you'd try your best to calm him down- tug his arm, tell him its okay, you're fine; but Owen's right there, and... you can't. So you just stand there, silent, partly relieved Jim is here, though. ... then the barrel of a gun ends up in the skin of Owen's throat. "How aboutcha don't force a little girl to somethin' she don't wanna do, huh?"

Your lips part immediately- to say what?? You don't know. Maybe a defence against that 'little girl' comment, but the words die in your throat seeing the dead serious, borderline unstable look in Jim's eye again. Maybe not now.

Then an inexplicable smirk grows across Owen's face. It's obnoxious, and you're afraid for him seeing it. Owen!! Owen stop that! He will shoot you- "Little girl?" He chuckles dryly, shaking his head and lowering his arms.

"Mhm... "

"So she's too young to drink a little with me but you can fuck her, Sheriff?"

... I m m e d i a t e l y your heart plummets. You must look horrified, too, your face falling. "What???"

"C'mon, Y/N," Owen nudges your arm, before you step back away from him; face hot as coals. "Everyone knows."

"... i- i- but I've never- " Voice quiet as a mouse, hollow and filled with shame, you try to stand up for yourself but can't get the words out. You're full of guilt and shame and you feel worse because you know you shouldn't be. You and Jim have never fucked- you aren't ready for that. You're twenty five. He's over sixty. You've fooled around but that's i t, but even if you had done it then you shouldn't feel a s h a m e d like Owen is making you feel right now.

A clicking sound alerts you that Jim still has a shot gun tucked under Owen's chin and now it's ready to blow. Your head snaps his way at the sound, eyes wider then ever. And he looks more unstable then ever, the blue in his eye a few shades darker and his jaw set tight in a deep scowl. The barrel of the gun presses in deeper to Owen's skin, and a look of nervousness breaks the cockiness in his face. "Watch your mouth, boy... " Jim looks like he's two seconds from either shooting Owen, or just going ahead and cracking him over the head with it.

Owen raises his arms again. "L-look, sir, I'm sorry. M-maybe I was wrong, I dunno man- its a rumour- " There's a rumour going around about this??? You don't say anything, just stand there with your eyes on the ground thinking about this, shocked and horrified. No-

"Maybe you were." The gun barrel presses even further, making the indentation in Owen's neck even deeper.

"... p- please don't shoot me, Officer." Owen begs, pathetic.

A growl escapes Jim, sounding like it's coming directly from his chest, and he looks like he's just mad enough to pull the trigger on this guy. You look up to see his finger tense. You have to say something.

"Sheriff."

"-hm?" As soon as he hears the tone in your voice Jim snaps out of his pissed off trance and turns his head to look at you, eyes clearing up quickly though the tone in his voice remains gruff. After a moment he looks slowly back to Owen, and lowers the gun thank god- "get outta here."

With that Owen backs up, trips, turns around and scatters. You release a relieved breath, shoulders actually dropping heavily. Still, though, there's a weighty, cold stone-like feeling in the pit of your stomach thinking about what Owen said. You hope to god this is not really a Thing people are talking about- you couldn't handle it right now. "Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right, sweetheart." Everyone in the house is long gone by now, sans anyone unconscious (which you should go check on soon), so Jim relaxes; tucking the gun back into the holder on his belt. When he sees the crestfallen on look on you face, his own expression drops and he immediately goes to say something. Starting with- "Hang on, there- "

But you're too far gone, overthinking. "I- I had no idea that... that people were saying that... Did someone see us?? I thought we were careful!... " You're mostly talking to yourself, searching nervously for answers with your eyes still downcast and your arms crossed uncomfortably. "I didn't tell anyone, and I don't think you told anyone, so- "

"Y/N,"

"- So how did Owen know?? Oh god what if he heard me on the phone?- " Could you have used Jim's name on a call?? You don't remember doing that, but maybe...-

"Peach,"

"I'm so sorry," Finally you lift your eyes, meeting Jim's filled with embarrassment and guilt inside your own. You start to try and memorise him, because you really liked him- how could you have fucked it up so badly?? "I'm so so sorry! Fuck- I messed it up. It's my fault. I should have been more careful. I'll just go home, and- "

"Sweetheart! Damn, fuck- calm down a notch, huh?" An amused smirk flickers at the corners of his mouth, raising his hand and his hook as if in surrender, as if to calm a dangerous wild animal. "And- who says you fucked up anything??" There's a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye and it gives you pause.

Shoulders dropping, you look at him all-confused; Lost. "... huh?" You peep, dumbfounded.

Scratching his beard, Jim gives a smug half-shrug. "Sweet thing I'm the Sheriff in this town, and there are some pretty sweet benefits to the job. I'll figure this out. I'll make it go away, promise."

... that does make sense. There's a myriad of things he can do to bury this- and as far as you know, it may only be Owen who even thinks it. Slowly your heartbeat slows down from its erratic panic a moment ago, thinking. "... oh."

"Yeah, oh." He grins broadly, looking at you like you're just the fucken sweetest little thing. Then he shrugs again, wiping under his nose quickly with one finger. "'Sides, I dunno about you-- but I'd be perfectly okay with people knowin'. Cuz hey look, we're both adults... " Here he steps forward, thinking he's some kind of smooth, and draws you in against him. "Eh?" Still after months of this you have to curb a gasp, breathing in deeply and suddenly through your nose, your skin heating up at the contact. "One of us a teeeeeeny tiny bit older, sure, but... still grown-ass adults!" He winks. "And I'd just love to brag at the pub that I got you, you know?"

Finally you crack a smile, a slow one that grows warmer and lights up your whole face. "Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes, though admittedly flustered. The gross old man would just love to tell everyone within earshot he bagged a 25 year old. But-

"-but you're worried about the consequences, I know." His one eye rolls upwards, exasperated but putting up with it. Like, *huff* fine. Not what I woulda picked but fine!~ "S' don't worry, I got this for ya, button. Now- " The cheeky grin is back, and the mischievous twinkle. "How about a little sugar for your old man huh?"

You jump and lean back quickly, covering your mouth when he leans in for a kiss; letting out an 'eep' sound. "Oy! But someone might see!!"

Jim gives a 'pshh' sound back, blowing it off. "I scared everyone off already."

"You're not that scary." Scary when he's mad, like before with Owen- yes. But otherwise, Scary is not exactly a word you personally would really use to describe Him. Intimidating maybe... but goofy money-hungry Jimmy Bickerman is no Jason. Or Michael. Or-

"... sweetheart, I should show you how scary I am." -Fuck!, you think, staring with wide eyes.

That's hot-

"... hm." Keeping your hands over your mouth still, you switch to give a half-sneaky look of your own; looking upwards, thoughtful. "... kinda curious about that... " A smirk curls at the corners of your lips, which Jim can see as you lower your hands a little bit. "Care to prove it?"

"Care to turn around and face the wall there, Y/N?"

That makes you laugh, your face hot from the implications. Tension slips free of your body as you move to cover your whole face, this time, with Jim watching your adorable reaction carefully; drinking it up. "Noooooo... "

"-Hm, also," You hear him sniff, and look up to him again to see a serious look on his face. "Do I smell pot, here??"

Pausing, you smell the air too. Yes, it is, but why does he care all of a sudden?? What? This is abrupt. "Um, probably?"

"... hm."

"What is it?"

"Last time I checked," Peering down, you see Jim put his hand around your upper arm; giving you space suddenly. Being oddly... professional? In uniform??- "Thats illegal, ain't it doll?"

... "Yes." Something about his very serious responce to this makes you... actually, mildly nervous. "I didn't have any, though- "

"Really?" He frowns, stern. "Think I'm gonna haveta take you in for testing, still. Be sure."

"-What!?" You blurt, eyes wide and horrified. He knows you wouldn't get high!-

"And, actually," Tapping his chin thoughtfully with his hook, Jim looks serious and frowns a little deeper. "I'm pretty sure just being around people gettin' high is some kinda crime. By extension, or somethin'. You're a lil accessory, huh?"

"Hold on- Jim- "

When he guides you forward til you're back against the wall, and a smirk finally slithers across his mouth, you know he was joking - proving he's fucken scary, which you get now, - and give a groan; an annoyingly broad grin on your face. Oh come on, now-

"As much as I'd loveta take good and thorough advantage of this and arrest your pretty little ass, sweetheart, imma let ya go. Ain't I nice?"

[shallow145]

I keep seeing your beautiful art of your ocs and I must know about them! I'm giving you full permission to yap all you want about them. I'd love it!!

Also, I hope you are having an amazing day/night!

Oh gosh thank you mate XD I might do two parts to this merely just to explain coppers lore alone. As for other ocs like Colín and Shallow I really need to figure out their lore more and write it down 😭 Anywaysss here’s part 1 for Copper:

Copper had lived a past life about 300,000 years before the present as a god. She was taken care of by a lot of the major big gods at the time and she always listened to them. One day she found out the gods had planned to do some things that could mess up the world below and harm the mortals, so decided to retaliate. She ended up fighting the two biggest gods, nearly killing them but was eventually stopped and gave up. (Needless to say she didn’t like these gods anymore)

300,000 years later, the current queen of the land is having twins. She ends up having a boy and a girl which she is disgusted by, as there is a myth in history that princesses bring misfortune and bad luck to the land. She orders the king (he has the true Royal blood btw) to kill their daughter instantly. However he secretly ends up giving her away to a local village family he knows where he knows his daughter will be safe(Cody’s family).

Cody and Copper end up growing up together but copper knows that they are not her real family. Her father(the king) tried to visit her the best he could, to try and be a part of her life. They all swore to keep this a secret

Copper and Cody eventually start working as royal knights at age 13. A couple of months later Copper is promoted to prince Tobys right hand knight.

And then only another couple of months later the war breaks out. A great evil has broken out of his seal. The seal which was the queens job to protect and keep an eye on(obviously she didn’t do her job). At this time the king had died of “mysterious circumstances” that no one knew about, around a month ago and then when the war broke out the queen was believed to be killed by the monsters(whether that was true or not no one knew)

Copper stepped up to protect her kingdom. She went to fight the great evil(I’m sorry I don’t have a name for it yet 😭), but upon reaching it her other best friend, a fellow knight, she had been travelling with(not Cody I need to give him a name aswell😭) ends up betraying her. Stalling her with a battle, which she ends up winning. However she doesn’t kill him, she can’t bring herself to do it. She lets him live but threatens that if he would to return to the town she will kill him without mercy.

Once she leaves and eventually find the great evil again, she is already greatly injured and looses the fight quickly as a sword is plunged right through her. Toby then arrives not long later and finds her, cold and dead. With the help of the gods he ends up reviving her and lending her some of his magic.

She once again immediately goes to finish the fight, along with Cody this time and Toby hangs back to keep monsters at bay. The pair find the great evil once again only an hour or two later and are doing well in the fight this time, until Cody is killed. Copper was so frozen in shock that she didn’t see the sword making its way towards her. Her back ends up being sliced open and she slowly bleeds out once again. This time it’s some of the gods themselves that ends up reviving her, needing her to finish this battle or else the world will be lost to evil and chaos.

Copper slowly stand once again. The Great evil she was fighting was already pretty injured. She grabs her sword and goes for the final blow, and as she does that’s the moment she’s cursed. You see when she was revived the gods lent Copper their power, and the biggest god of all (the one she hates) didn’t like this. So she ended up cursing Copper as she killed the great evil. Seeing her “no longer worthy of the title of a hero”.Cursing her to be haunted by the innocent souls that are killed on her journeys.

(Copper does however end up finding its more of a blessing in disguise as she is able to bring back Cody with it, and the curse has some secret benefits she can exploit)

Anddddd with that, that’s her first journey and her past pretty much summed up XD, I’ll probably make a part 2 to describe her second and third adventure in a bit. I didn’t realise how long this would end up being💀

Thank you for giving me the chance to yap about all this ✨

[blackjackkent]

We do get some more chat with Jaheira and Minsc before sleepz though!

"I think you might have made a terrible, terrible mistake. Chasing rumor halfway around the city and back. Crossing the Guild, wading through filth, defying the one creature upon whom your very life depends. All for a madman and his rodent."

"The Absolute threatens thousands - the entire Coast - and still you risked much to help one man. I should berate you, but... I can only say thank you."

"Your reasons were your own, but whether you meant for it or not, your fight is our fight. Both of us. To the very end."

Aw. <3 Jaheira is so fkn great, and look at the big grin Hector gets when she says she's with him to the end:

He really likes both Jaheira and Minsc a LOT to be honest. Jaheira reminds him a little of some of some of the older monks at the monastery (well, older when he was a young man; he was just starting to become one of those older monks himself when the nautiloid hit); she's wise and experienced and does not wear her heart on her sleeve, but she's also very kind, clearly feels things deeply under the surface, and believes strongly in the work that they are doing. And Minsc is... well, Minsc. I think on some level he reminds Hector of Karlach - intense balls-to-the-wall fighter with tremendous energy and a kind heart - and he would clearly put himself between any of them and danger in a heartbeat.

No matter what Jaheira says... it was worth it to help them both.

Amusingly, one of the dialogue options here is "Hm. None of that was a thank you," but like. It literally was? She literally said the words "thank you" two lines ago. XD

Instead, Hector just teases her gently - as I've noticed he's now done several times; it's not entirely characteristic of him, and speaks to the fact that he feels very comfortable with her and the sort of person that she is.

"Don't go getting sentimental on me, Harper," he says with a slight smile.

She laughs, and to his surprise he does hear a hint of a catch in it, a slight tremble that hints of tears. It is honestly rather touching; all of a sudden there is nothing of the frustration that came out earlier in the conversations, none of the sardonic deprecation or fear for the road ahead. She is tired; they have reached the end of the day and Minsc is safe - for all that he should never have been in danger in the first place, she has been worried for him for so many months... and now it is done, and he is safe. He is not another friend she has had to see into the ground.

"Ah," she says ruefully. "Those misty eyes are just age. Yes, I feel myself growing older as we stand here. So... lead the way. We are yours to command."

The message is clear; whatever tangled cocktail of emotions she is feeling at present, it is none of his business and she does not want to talk about it. He can certainly relate to that. But the understanding is between them, all the same.

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"Fine lodgings you have found, my friend! Boo is already in negotiations with the guardian spirits of this place. In Baldur's Gate, they are likely to be rat-formed and eager to charge rent. But Boo shall secure safe slumber for all! Now - what do you need of Minsc?"

I love him, your honor.

I also love the mental image this conjures of Boo sitting up guard and judo-chopping any rats that try to crawl out of the sewers.

"I'd like to know a little more about you."

"There is more than a little to know, I think. I am huge!"

Lots of fun back-and-forth to be had here. Annoyingly it's one of those conversations where I can't ask all the questions at once, so I had to reload a number of times to get everything. I'm not going to write all of it out, but some highlights:

He told Hector about Rashemen, described the "telthors, guardian spirits of every root, rock, and tree. Here in the Sleeping Lands, they are silent, but in the far north, they know how to speak still."

Apparently he went back to Rashemen for a while after BG2 (yay, my fic was unintentionally correct XD ); the "Iron Lord" there told him that his dajemma was done and he should work for the lord, but Minsc disagreed because Dynaheir was dead and he felt his dajemma could never be over. The Iron Lord felt disrespected, challenged him to a fight, and lost (obviously), at which point the Council of Witches told him he should probably get out of Dodge.

He did mention Aerie too! Hector commented that he seemed to toss the Wychlaran title around pretty freely between Dynaheir and Jaheira, and he answered: "You suggest that Minsc uses the term lightly? Simply leaps from Dynaheir to Jaheira, with no caring for the custom itself? An unworthy thought - and WRONG! In between there was also Aerie, my second witch. She needed a protector, and Boo suggested that it might as well be Minsc. And when she went her own way, Minsc and Boo set to thinking - there is power in the wychlaran bond. Far too much to be wasted on weeping. To use that power to serve the living does not sully the dead - it honors them." The way this is phrased seems like it could be read to imply that Aerie is also dead, but she is definitely not. However, it does concur with the assumption I made in the previous post, that Aerie basically was doing her own thing with Caden and no longer needed a protector and set Minsc free, more or less.

Hector pointed out, very carefully, that when Minsc described why Jaheira should be his new witch, he seemed to be just describing... friendship. Minsc thought over that for a minute... "Hm. So. Duty, camaraderie, help in troubled times - what I call the bond of a wychlaran, you simply call... friendship? I think I understand your meaning. Then Jaheira is my wychlaran. And so are you! You are my wychlaran! And Wyll is my wychlaran. And Astarion is my wychlaran! And Gale is my wychlaran! And Shadowheart is my wychlaran! And Halsin is my wychlaran! And Karlach is my wychlaran-- or, no, Karlach is a berserker, so... perhaps Minsc is *her* wychlaran? My thanks to you, wychlaran. You have given me much to think on - and should some enemy blow knock it loose again, Boo shall remind me." LOL. Minsc is not a subtle man but I honestly think he's fucking with Hector just a smidge here. (Or at least, to be honest, I hope he is; Minsc knows what a friend is, and his relationships with Dynaheir and Aerie are significant to him on a different level. The BG3 writers are doing fantastic with Minsc for the most part but this line, while funny, doesn't really play well for me exactly.) That said, I think Hector has a point that Minsc latching onto Jaheira specifically this way is him taking her friendship and trying to make it into this other important thing that he is missing, because he doesn't know how to handle being without a witch entirely. (Probably also a BIT of coping mechanism for having been teleported forward in time a hundred years, even though he doesn't actively claim he's bothered by it.)

Hector asked if Minsc knew anything about what deal Roah was striking with the false Jaheira and the Stone Loard; Minsc had no clue, unsurprisingly. Boo then piped up with quite a lot of agitated squeaking, which Minsc interpreted to mean that Boo thought he should open his mind up via the tadpole so that Hector could view his memories and perhaps understand elements that Minsc didn't. Minsc was clearly uncomfortable with the idea, though, and Hector isn't keen to use the worm more than strictly necessary, so he just told Minsc they'd find another way.

Hector asked about Boo and Minsc told Boo to explain himself. Boo squeaked. "Clear enough?" asked Minsc. XD Hector asked a little further and Minsc told roughly the story I was already aware of; he received a head wound from bandits and Boo showed up as he recovered. It is neither clear nor, I think, meant to be whether or not Minsc actually understands him. (Though I'm curious to see whether we are able to Speak With Animals with Boo on my druid playthrough. XD )

He talked a little about his experience getting turned into a statue. (Hector mentioned that Jaheira had told him about it; not sure if I missed a dialogue somewhere or that was supposed to have happened off-screen). He doesn't seem to know much about why it happened; just that he was ambushed while doing "cleanup" work in the city's underbelly and then woke up in the Wide a hundred years later when someone cleared the petrification.

And finally, some longer bits actually worth writing out -

Caden references! He cheerfully told Hector about fighting alongside "the Bhaalspawn" ("Gorion's Ward," etc... he has a NAME, Minsc! XD ) and fighting off evil. Hector, whose only exposure to a Bhaalist is Orin, was kind of skeptical: "How did you come to trust the spawn of such an evil god?" Kind of fun to see how the dialogue dances around making any specific assertions about the past game player character. In this case, Minsc goes off on a tangent: "A curious question. Are a child and his father always alike? Take Minsc! He does not have a clear memory of the face of his father, but he does remember tugging on the thick, red whiskers that sprang from his chin. A beard for the ages! Boo could have nestled there happily through even the harshest of Rashemen winters. Now - look closely at Minsc, and what do you see?" Hector, patiently, grinning in spite of himself: "You don't have a beard." "Correct! There are more whiskers on Boo's tiny face than on the mighty chin of Minsc! If Minsc did not inherit the flaming red hair of his mother, or the bushy red beard of his father, why would the spawn of Bhaal inherit his wickedness." Hector looks kind of impressed. "That's... surprisingly insightful." Minsc grins brightly. "I have many more thoughts about beards to share! I did not know you cared to hear them!"

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"I'd like to know your thoughts on our companions."

"You hear that, Boo? Your keen skills of observation have not gone unnoticed! Our friend wishes to consult your wisdom."

Hector blinks a few times rapidly but rolls with it. (Yet again he is quite like Caden in some ways. XD ) "Yes, Boo, I'd love to hear your opinions."

"So small is Boo that he is often mistaken for a pinecone, and many secrets are spoken in h is hearing! He will tell what he knows - but Minsc of course will translate."

Astarion first: "Oh, the pale scoundrel has his charms, it cannot be denied. But my friend, it gives me no pleasure to tell you - Astarion is not what he claims to be. Just last night, Minsc was dressing one of his many heroic wounds in camp when Astarion stumbled upon the scene. I tell you, he grew pale as death itself. He licked his lips and trembled so violently that Minsc thought he might faint on the spot! The truth is painful but undeniable. Astarion... is a coward. How can he fight the battles to come when he grows soft at the first sight of blood?"

[LOUD SQUEAKING FROM BOO] "...Just one moment." [MORE SQUEAKING] "You are sure? And you could not have told me this before?" [SQUEAKING] "...Minsc may be mistaken. Boo presents compelling evidence that Astarion may in fact be a vampire."

Hector finds himself once again fighting the urge to grin; this seems to be his default state when dealing with Minsc. "I know. But don't worry, he largely gets by on rats."

"Minsc has met many vampires and never one whose smile did not hide treacherous teeth. But... as you say. It is good that we do not have any friends who could ever be mistaken for a rat, eh Boo? If the sun can bear to look upon Astarion's monstrous face, then so can Minsc and Boo! For now, at least."

(Wonder if he is thinking about Hexxat and their battle with her in the crypts of Athkatla, so many years ago...)

Wyll next: "Ah, the great Blade of Frontiers! A fine name. Minsc has no idea what it means, but it suits young Wyll's air of mystery well. It is good to know the city did not go unprotected while I wore pigeon droppings on the Wide. Jaheira did her part, of course, but she prefers to scowl from the shadows. The city needs a name. A face! Preferably a furry companion, too!" [LOUD SQUEAK FROM BOO]

"He has a companion, all right," Hector says dryly. "Her name is Mizora."

"Mizora. This is... some manner of exotic bird?"

"Close. A cambion, bound to him by an infernal pact."

"What? Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers of whom I heard, is no man to deal with devils!" [SQUEAKING] "Ahhh, Boo speaks sense as ever. There is goodness in Wyll; we have seen it! If there be a devil on his shoulder, then Minsc and Boo will sit astride the other! He will not be long in coming back to himself, I think."

Gale: "I do not wish to speak of the wizard." [SQUEAK] "I could not have said it better myself."

"Gale's great - what's your problem with him?"

"He came to me one night with a little book of mischief, full of words and their meanings. 'Posterior,' he says. 'Can you say posterior?' I refused! Minsc does not need to know the language of wizards!"

Hector, swallowing yet another smile: "Posterior isn't wizard-talk. It's another word for butt."

"It is an inferior word! Far too long to use in a battle cry, which is where a butt belongs! Gale would do better to educate himself in the ways of sword and steel than to throw these pointy words at Minsc. Ah - yes, Gale also owns a cat! A cat with wings! That is most unnerving for poor Boo!"

"You should give him a break - he's only trying to help."

"Never! If he is not careful, Boo will shred his books and use them as bedding!"

And finally, Halsin: "Who is Halsin?"

"The elven druid."

"Oh, the tiny puny elf with leaves in his hair and dirt under his fingernails. His name is Halitosin? How very unfortunate."

"Halsin," says Hector patiently.

"That is what I said."

"You're both giant hulking do-gooders; I thought you'd get along."

"Pah. Minsc saw the druid chasing himself in circles and sniffing his own butt last night! He has spent too long as a wolf and not enough as a man." [LOUD SQUEAKING FROM BOO] "NO, BOO! THE DRUID DID NOT BEAT MINSC AT THE ARM-WRESTLING! IT WAS NOT A FAIR MATCH, AND HE TURNED INTO AN OWLBEAR HALFWAY THROUGH, AND THERE WAS GREASE ON THE TREE STUMP!"

XD

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"When our minds mingled, I saw some... strange things."

"Oh? The mind of Minsc is a simple place. Of what strangeness do you speak?"

Narrator: The memories resurface, a lifetime of battles blurring into one. The single constant is Minsc, launching into the fray no matter the foe - be they god, monster, or man. It seems just the barest glimpse of what the man before you has ssen and done, but enough to know that he has no right to still be alive."

"Ah! Wait! That look in your eyes - I know exactly what visions of Minsc you have seen, to cause you such wonder..."

"My pants! Thrice-laced in the Rashemaar style, so that a berserker might split skulls without fear of splitting britches too. They *are* fiendishly complex, but fear not for Minsc! With training, he has learned to master the many little knots."

"Never mind your pants," Hector says firmly. "You've walked between planes, fought gods!"

"Well, as have you, no? Do not forget that when you gaze into Minsc, Minsc also gazes into you! We both fight evil, wherever it is found. The who and where are less important than the hamsters you meet along the way. On this matter of sharing memories - I see no reason for us to worry at one another's worms. If there is more we wish to know, we can simply... ask, no?"

Hector is very okay with this; he does not want to use the tadpole at all if he can help it. "Of course. A warrior speaks their mind, instead of reading others."

"Exactly so! If I must peer into the mind of my enemy, I use an axe. For friends, there is ale. No, my friend. If you fear you have a question that Minsc cannot answer, then you can simply ask Boo!"

I repeat: I love him, your honor.

[bloom-ribbon22]

Hi, hello, howdy, wassup, yo, it is I, Bloom Ribbon

so um, it felt like ages since I made anything Dinotrux related XD I know my last Dinotrux post isn't really that long but still- I kinda lost interest in the show for about a few weeks ago and just recently got my interest back...

Aaaaaaanywaaaays, I'm not sure if y'all remember but I did made a Dinotrux OC named D-Smantle A.K.A D-bros sis for an AU fanfiction requested by Dstroykin1 right here:

I'm really sorry if I haven't posted the fanfic yet, it's still unfinished but I'll continue it soon!! 😭 again, I kinda lost interest in the show so I lost motivation to finish it uhhhh yea

so the reason why I'm bringing her up rn is because I gave her a redesign and also some more info!

Ta-da!

and here's a few information about her and a bit rewrite ig????

•while I do find the split colored pattern(or whatever it's called) pretty cool, I unfortunately got rid of it since it sorta just didn't feel right for me?? idk it just feels weird, so umm yea she kinda looks a bit basic now but I'll prolly add more to her design, once I make a full body ref of course

•I still kept the warning tape scarf thingy and the patterns on her eyes that's supposed to be eyelashes

•likes stargazing, nothing deep, she likes staring at stars at night, keeps her relaxed like ya I know you can barely see stars irl, maybe it's just me idk

•she has a crap ton(-ton) of scratches all over her but no scars, I like to think unlike D-Structs and D-Stroy, she's not as aggressive as they are, never really picks a fight with anyone else when threatened. but still does get into a few fights and accidents also has scratches ON her eye which is almost too hard to see

•if she ever does have a chance to meet Ty and the gang, then unlike D-Structs and D-Stroy(well, specifically D-Structs) she wouldn't hate Ty that much, she doesn't really care if another T-Trux(unless when they're trying to challenge/attack her) is in her territory building whatevs, but she does find him weird and sorta annoying at times, again, she doesn't hate him so she won't try to get rid of him

•for Ty's perspective? I feel like if he does meet her then he'll also find her annoying, D-Smantle does have that attitude after all but he also won't attack her despite the fact she's literally related to the two trux that tried to kill him countless of times, if anything, he would be surprised to see that despite the attitude, she's way more chill

•left her whole family and started a new life somewhere else because surprise: she doesn't like them, she hated them. two of her brothers shits on her every day and rarely compliments/at least have a neutral conversation with her. as for her parents? they don't really give a shit about her, they sometimes look after her but they focused more on the D-bros so her ass brothers had to raise her(reluctantly)

•lives all by herself now, everyone avoids her cuz "T-Trux bad" but she's already used to it. as lonely as it is...to her, being alone is more better than living with her "family" ...

and that's all for now! I'll continue the fanfic later, tomorrow uhhhhh yea.

alsoooo...bonus human D-Smantle design!

anyways, feel free to ask questions about her in asks, reblogs, comments and I'll happily answer them <3

I hope you all stay safe! 💜

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 17 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 2,835

A/N: Please keep in mind  that the dialogue and events are not 100% accurate to the show, it's been a min since I've watched it lol  anyways, I left out the part where Cain mentions to Dean that he would have to kill him at some point after he kills Abaddon because I loved Cain, so he's just not going to be a problem in this story xD. Happy reading! ♥️

After leaving the old factory, the drive back to the bunker was quiet, the weight of their conversation with Crowley hanging in the air. Dean was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes focused on the road ahead, while Sam stared out the window, clearly lost in thought. Julia sat in the backseat, leaning her head against the window as the Kansas landscape blurred past them.

The tension between them had only grown, not because they were angry with one another, but because working with Crowley was never easy. Dean hated it more than anyone, but they had no choice. Abaddon was too powerful, and without the First Blade, they didn't stand a chance.

When they arrived at the bunker, the air inside felt cold, as if it knew what was coming. Dean headed straight for the kitchen, muttering something about needing a drink, while Sam tossed his jacket onto the war room table and began flipping through his notes again, his mind already working on their next steps.

Julia hung back, watching the brothers fall into their routines. It was strange, seeing how easily they switched from one life-threatening situation to the next. She admired them for it—how they managed to keep fighting, no matter what.

She walked into the kitchen, where Dean was already pouring himself a generous shot of whiskey. He looked up as she entered, his green eyes tired but sharp.

"You good?" Julia asked, leaning against the counter.

Dean raised his glass to her before downing the shot in one go. "Peachy," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Julia didn't push. She knew when to leave him alone, especially after what they'd just gone through. "We'll get the Blade," she said, more to herself than to him.

Dean grunted. "Yeah, if Crowley doesn't screw us over first."

She grabbed a glass of water from the sink and took a sip. "You really think he'll try something?"

Dean shrugged, pouring himself another drink. "I don't know. Crowley's always got some kind of angle, but we're running out of options. He's our best shot, and he knows it."

There was a brief silence, the tension between them still there but unspoken. Dean didn't meet her eyes, and Julia could feel the same frustration building in her chest. They had been through so much already, and yet every time they got close to stopping Abaddon, something else got in the way.

Julia let out a sigh and set her glass down. "You know, for what it's worth, I think we'll pull this off. We always do, right?"

Dean looked at her for a moment, his expression softening just a fraction. He didn't say anything, but he gave her a nod—his way of showing appreciation.

Suddenly, Sam's voice echoed from the war room. "Hey, I think I've got something!"

Dean and Julia quickly walked over to join Sam, who was holding up a piece of paper with coordinates scribbled on it.

"Looks like Crowley came through quicker than we thought," Sam said, a mix of surprise and skepticism in his voice. "He sent me these coordinates just now. Says it's the first lead on the Blade's location."

Dean frowned. "And we're just supposed to trust him?"

"We don't have much of a choice," Sam replied. "It's worth checking out."

Julia leaned over the table, glancing at the paper. "Where is it?"

"Somewhere in Missouri," Sam said, pointing to the map. "It's remote—near some old ruins."

Dean crossed his arms. "Figures Crowley would send us somewhere sketchy."

Julia chuckled. "Yeah, wouldn't be a proper hunt without the ominous location."

Sam looked between them. "We should head out soon. The sooner we check this out, the better."

Unable to shake the feeling gnawing at his gut, Dean made the last minute decision to have Julia stay behind. He knew the road ahead wasn't going to be easy, and every instinct he had screamed at him to keep Julia out of it. They had been through a lot together, but this was different. The First Blade was serious business, and if Abaddon's goons were out there hunting for it too, the risk was too high.

So when dawn broke, Dean made the decision. Julia was sitting at the kitchen table with Sam, going over notes and old lore books, when Dean walked in. He grabbed a cup of coffee, not meeting Julia's eyes, already knowing how this was going to go.

"I've been thinking," Dean started, his voice rough from lack of sleep. "You should sit this one out, Julia."

Julia looked up, confused. "What? Why?"

Dean set his cup down and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter. "This is the First Blade we're talking about. It's not just some regular case. It's dangerous as hell, and I don't need you getting hurt."

Sam glanced between them, sensing the tension already brewing. "Dean—"

Dean cut him off. "No, man. Not this time. I'm going with Crowley to meet Cain. I don't know what we're walking into, and I need Julia here, you too."

Julia's brows furrowed, clearly frustrated. "Dean, I've been doing fine so far. You can't just bench me."

Dean finally met her gaze, his expression hard but not unkind. "It's not about you being fine. It's about keeping you safe. You don't know what Cain's capable of. Hell, I don't even know."

Sam cleared his throat. "He's got a point, Julia. Cain's a wildcard. It's best if you stay back with me, help with the research."

Julia clenched her jaw but didn't argue any further. She could tell there was no winning this one, not when Dean had that look in his eyes. The one that said he wasn't budging.

"Fine," she muttered, turning her attention back to the book in front of her. "But don't come crying to me if you get your ass kicked."

Dean smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine."

The drive to Cain's house was tense, and the company didn't help. Dean glanced over at Crowley, who was lounging in the passenger seat of the Impala like he owned the damn thing, looking way too comfortable for someone who was technically their enemy.

"You seem awfully chipper," Dean muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

Crowley grinned. "Well, I am in good company. Besides, I'm eager to see how this little visit with Cain turns out. Should be... enlightening."

Dean rolled his eyes, focusing on the road ahead. Cain wasn't just any ordinary guy. He was the Father of Murder, the original Knight of Hell. This wasn't a simple retrieval mission—they were walking straight into the lion's den. But they needed that Blade if they had any hope of stopping Abaddon.

When they finally pulled up to Cain's secluded farmhouse, Dean felt his stomach twist. The place was quiet, too quiet. He parked the Impala and got out, grabbing his gun and an angel blade, just in case.

Crowley followed suit, his usual swagger in place as they approached the door.

"You sure he's even going to talk to us?" Dean asked, eyeing the door warily.

"Oh, he'll talk," Crowley said, flashing his teeth in a way that made Dean want to punch him.

Dean knocked on the door, and after a few tense seconds, it creaked open. Cain stood there, looming large in the doorway, his presence as intimidating as the legends said.

"Dean Winchester," Cain greeted, his voice deep and resonant. "I've been expecting you."

Inside the farmhouse, the air was thick with tension. Cain didn't offer any pleasantries, just stood there with a quiet, terrifying calmness that put Dean on edge. Crowley, of course, didn't seem fazed, casually leaning against the wall as Cain poured himself a drink.

"I assume you've come for the Blade," Cain said, not bothering to look at either of them.

Dean nodded, not seeing the point in dancing around the issue. "We need it to take down Abaddon."

Cain finally looked up, his eyes sharp and dark. "And you think you're worthy to wield it?"

Before Dean could answer, the front door burst open, and the unmistakable sound of demon howls filled the air. Abaddon's demons had found them.

Dean barely had time to draw his gun before the first wave of demons rushed inside, their black eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Crowley stepped forward, his face serious now, summoning his powers to help fight them off.

Cain watched the chaos unfold, unfazed, as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience.

Dean was in the thick of it, fighting off demon after demon, using everything he had—his gun, his angel blade, his fists. Blood and sweat mixed as the battle raged, but they kept coming. No matter how many he killed, more poured in.

One demon nearly got the jump on him, but Cain stepped in, grabbing the demon by the throat and snapping it’s neck with barely any effort. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to survive this."

Dean panted, his muscles aching as he stabbed another demon in the chest. "Yeah, well, some backup would be nice."

Cain smirked but didn't answer

The dust had barely settled, and the bodies of the demons lay scattered around the property. Dean stood, breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the aftermath of the fight. He glanced at Crowley, who looked a bit too amused by the whole ordeal, then turned to Cain, who had watched the entire fight unfold without lifting a finger.

Cain finally stepped forward, his face impassive. "You handled yourself well," he said, his deep voice carrying a strange sense of finality.

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow, his body still tense from the fight. "You could've jumped in at any time, you know."

Cain's lips twitched in something that might have been the ghost of a smile. "This wasn't my fight. It was yours. A test."

"A test for what?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

Cain's gaze shifted to the First Blade resting nearby. "For the Mark."

Dean's eyes flicked with confusion. "The Mark? What does that have to do with this?"

Cain walked over to Dean, his expression unreadable. "The First Blade is useless without the Mark of Cain. Only someone who bears the Mark can wield it."

Dean frowned, his confusion growing. "So, why didn't you mention that before?"

Cain finally looked at him, his gaze piercing. "Because I had to see if you were worthy."

Dean stiffened. "Worthy? Of what, exactly?"

Cain slowly approached him, his large frame towering over Dean. "Worthy of bearing the Mark of Cain. It's a curse, Dean. A burden. But it's the only way you can use the Blade to kill Abaddon."

Dean's jaw clenched. "So, what—you're just gonna slap this curse on me and hope for the best?"

Cain tilted his head, studying Dean. "Not quite. The Mark is a heavy weight to carry. It will change you, corrupt you. But from what I've seen, you have the strength to endure it."

Dean swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Cain's words settle heavily on his shoulders. He glanced at Crowley, who was watching the exchange with keen interest, then back at Cain. "And what if I say no?"

Cain's gaze darkened. "Then Abaddon wins. The demons take over, and everything you've fought for—everything your family has sacrificed—will be for nothing."

Dean's mind raced, the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. This wasn't just about him anymore. It was about Sam, about saving the world from Abaddon's reign of terror. He couldn't back down now.

"What do I have to do?" Dean asked, his voice resolute.

Cain stepped closer, his hand slowly reaching toward Dean. "This will hurt."

Before Dean could react, Cain's hand pressed against his forearm. A searing pain shot through Dean's body, his vision swimming as the Mark of Cain began to transfer. It felt like fire was being burned into his skin, spreading through his veins, but he gritted his teeth and stayed standing, refusing to show weakness.

The pain intensified, and for a moment, Dean thought he might pass out. But just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Cain pulled his hand away, and Dean stumbled back, clutching his arm.

A strange symbol—dark, twisted, and ominous—now marked Dean's forearm. The Mark of Cain.

Cain's eyes lingered on the Mark for a moment before he stepped back. "The Mark will give you the power you need to wield the First Blade. But it will come at a cost."

Dean flexed his arm, wincing at the lingering pain. "What kind of cost?"

“The Mark demands blood. It will call to you, push you to kill. And the more you give in, the harder it will be to stop." Cain said, his voice grim.

Dean's face hardened. "I'll deal with it."

Dean looked at Cain, still trying to wrap his mind around the weight of the situation. The Mark of Cain now burned on his arm, throbbing as if it had a life of its own. His mind was buzzing with questions, but one was more pressing than all the others.

"So, we need the First Blade to take down Abaddon," Dean said, his voice rough from the pain of the Mark and the adrenaline of the fight.

Cain regarded him quietly for a moment, then sighed, a deep and weary sound. "Yes, but there's a problem."

Dean frowned, glancing at Crowley, who seemed to be watching Cain with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What kind of problem?"

"The Blade..." Cain started, looking out toward the horizon through the dusty windows of his farmhouse. His voice softened as if recalling a painful memory. "I threw it into the deepest part of the ocean, to keep my promise to my wife."

Dean's face hardened. "What? Why?"

"To keep it out of the hands of people like you," Cain said, his voice steady but laced with something resembling regret. "The Blade has caused too much destruction. It's a weapon of death, and with the Mark, it brings out the worst in anyone who wields it."

Dean felt his stomach sink. They needed that Blade. "So what? It's just sitting at the bottom of the ocean? We have to fish it out?"

Cain's expression didn't change. "That's right."

Crowley, who had been listening with a rare seriousness, finally spoke. "Well, that's just brilliant. Bottom of the ocean, eh? I don't suppose you have a map?"

Cain walked over to a shelf and pulled out a small map, unrolling it on the table. He pointed to a remote area in the middle of the ocean. "Here. The deepest part of the Pacific, The Mariana Trench. No human could ever reach it without help."

Dean stared at the map, his mind already racing with plans. "Well, good thing you've got a demon on your side, huh?" Crowley said, casting a glance at Dean.

Dean gave a small sarcastic smile. "Lucky me."

Cain's gaze lingered on Dean, as if he were silently debating something. Finally, he spoke again. "Take the Blade when you find it, but remember: the more you use it, the more you become like me. A killer, nothing more."

Dean met Cain's gaze, the gravity of his words hanging in the air between them. "I'm not you," Dean said firmly.

Cain didn't respond, but the sadness in his eyes said everything.

Without another word, Dean turned and headed for the door, Crowley trailing behind him. As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Dean's mind was already focused on the next task: finding the First Blade.

Crowley, ever the opportunist, gave a sly smile. "Well, that went better than expected."

Dean shot him a hard look. "You better not screw this up, Crowley. We're running out of time."

Crowley put his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, Squirrel. I'm on your side, remember?"

Dean didn't respond. His mind was already miles ahead, thinking about the First Blade, Abaddon, and the price he might have to pay to stop her.

As they climbed into the Impala, Dean glanced down at the map, the weight of the Mark of Cain burning in his arm. There was no turning back now. The hunt for the First Blade had begun, and with it, a path that could very well lead him into darkness.

"Let's get this over with," Dean muttered, starting the car and driving off into the night.

[tiredassmage]

6 Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

I do have this one! How much of an apology I will owe Tyr for dragging him into new universes since he's become my blorbo obsession is going to depend wildly on the ongoing plot of Veilguard, lol, but I've only, like, half-threatened him with a jaunt into the Dragon Age before, ironically first about a year ago was my first stab at putting him in Inquisition, but now with Veilguard on the table, I think... that's way more the right style to introduce him to Dragon Age and I'm... a little obsessed with the ability to see him in that style, ngl.

So that means Tyr's probably gonna be my first playthrough and that'll be a melee focused rogue, probably... with a background with the Antivan Crows (gotta pay homage to that operative/spy background, after all). And since the Inquisitor's making an appearance, it'll kinda be a cute little treat for me. My canon Inquisitor is... synthesized, we'll say, from the first oc I had that I've toted almost everywhere since, so to be able to have him on-screen with my latest blorboly beloved will be pretty sweet, I think. Astor as that original oc and Hallaren as my Inquisitor are cut of the same cloth and there's still a lot of similarities between them, but I think there's some distinct things about Hallaren that'd incline me to classify them as two different ocs, in the end.

Tyr in general I think is a good one to put in Rook's shoes because he's... a balance of ideals and pragmatism and a driving force of a core that pushes him to act wherever and in whichever ways he feels he's able, so I think he'll take to the role well.

I do also feel like I'm... gonna have to do a mage run at some point; mage is usually the playstyle in these games that I've enjoyed the most and it's what Hallaren is (I believe with... Knight-Enchanter as his specialization, iirc). Don't have any solid plans for this one yet because we're still really early as far as information goes, but I am intrigued at the tease from I think it was the Q&A's that Rook will have a reason to have a particular aversion to blood magic, so I'll have to see what that's all about and see if I can wrap it up more specifically in any kind of character concept. And I'm getting the feeling that this is a game I'll want several playthroughs of anyway, so! Very eager to see what else might cook up in the brain stew as we learn some more and I actually get my hands around the game!

I'll say the one class I probably won't touch is any of the warrior things, lol. I'm... kinda bad at playing them in Dragon Age games so far. xD My one Inquisitor with a warrior build I ended up focusing into more combat abilities and taking Bull or Blackwall with him to handle more of the battlefield commanding. I'm here to hit buttons and have a good time, lol!

(bonus tax of last year's inquisition!tyr and. I need to stop seeing that post about starting Inquisition and maybe surviving the Hinterlands by the time Veilguard comes out because it's feeling too true for Hallaren's replay xD)

In another life, I'd been half-ready to justify Tyr as one of the scouts and spies of the Inquisition to begin with, so! Veilguard is solving some of my blorbo urges that way xD

[tarnishedxknight]

OC Muse: Munoh, an Independent (Heretic) Occuria

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: OC muse, Munoh (Mew-NO) the Occuria, from the FFXII fandom.

FC: Themself! I actually sat down and edited a pic of an Occuria, putting together an entirely new one from parts of at least four of them, heh. So they should look like an Occuria, but not like any of the canon ones. I tried! XD Below is the whole version of the pic that I used for the banner, sans their magical glow so you can see the detail in their body. =)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Race: Occuria

Age: Ancient (in other words, nobody really knows, heh)

Gender: Agender (without gender)

Preferred pronouns: They honestly don't care if you use she/her or he/him, that really doesn't bother them, but they prefer they/them. They do take offense to the use of "it," as they see that as condescending.

Personal identity: They refer to themselves as "I," not as "we" as most Occuria do. They share this practice with Venat, for the same reasons. Having defected from the views that humekind needs to be guided to perform the will of the Occuria to maintain balance, Munoh no longer considers themself part of the collective, and therefore, quite rebelliously, refers to themself as "I," "me," and "myself," instead of "we," "us," and "ourselves.")

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: None

Family: I suppose the other Occuria, but they're pretty damn angry at Munoh right now. XD

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: war; violence; trauma; mental illness; manipulation; depression

Positive Personality Traits: They are empathetic, curious, determined, understanding, and helpful. They are also very good listeners, and genuinely care about the well-being of humes and other mortal races.

Negative Personality Traits: The biggest one is arrogance, which all Occuria share due to their age and immense power, but as far as Occuria go, Munoh is not nearly as arrogant as some of the others. They can also become nervous and tend to fret if they are worried about something or someone. They will lash out against anyone or anything that threatens their current chosen mortal that they are overseeing.

BACKGROUND: 

Not much is known about the Occuria. At the time FFXII takes place, they are considered gods by the hume (human) race because of their ancient age, their magical power, and their ability to hold sway over mankind. The Occuria are essentially the last members of an extremely powerful, magical race of incorporeal beings with the ability to shapeshift, make themselves invisible, make themselves inaudible, and to bestow power and magical ability onto mortals. Centuries ago, they bestowed magical powers upon King Raithwall, the first Dynast King and Ashelia's ancestor.

The last remaining members of this race have formed a council of sorts who feel it is their duty to maintain balance and order. If one hume nation, country, kingdom, empire, etc. becomes too powerful, it is punished and reduced in some way. If one has been wronged, it is raised up, assisted, or granted help through the process of selecting a "chosen savior." This is a hume the Occuria have chosen to act on Earth and in Ivalice to push the tide of war back towards balance.

For example, in FFXII, Ashelia is chosen by the Occurian council, partly because of her blood connection to Raithwall and partially because of the injustice done to Dalmasca, and granted a magical sword to help her create powerful nethicite weapons from a much larger cryst. With the shards she could cut from that cryst with the sword the Occuria granted her, she could obliterate the Archadian Empire, thus restoring balance and avenging her kingdom. Billions of innocent people would die in the process, but this was necessary to restore balance the Occuria said.

In FFXII, there is one Occuria named Venat who defects from the council. They believe that mankind should control its own fate, not be forced to adhere to the guidance of the Occuria. They do not need guidance, and should be permitted and free to explore and reach their full potential, whatever that may be. To prove this point, he chooses Vayne Solidor as his "savior" and guides him to amass as much power as he wishes by developing a manmade form of nethicite (manufacted nethicite) that is made in a laboratory (through Dr. Cid's research) from magicite ore. This would allow Vayne an endless supply of nethicite that does not need to be granted him by the Occuria. Deifacted nethicite is only bestowed by the Occuria using a sword given to their chosen one with which they cut a large cryst the location of which is only shared with that person. So Vayne eagerly accepts this guidance from Venat, wanting to expand the Archadian Empire indefinitely.

Now... where Munoh comes in... is that they have also defected from the Occurian council, so they do not believe in guiding (or coercing, manipulating, tricking, etc.) humes into potentially committing terrible atrocities for the purpose of "resetting the world balance." However, unlike Venat, Munoh does not believe humes should run amok and take what they want at the expense of others either. Munoh believes in not pushing humes to do anything they don't want to do, and instead, just letting them live their lives. If they destroy themselves, that might be their destiny, but it could just as easily be that they will restore balance on their own through their own means and with their own minds. They don't believe the Occuria should intervene at all.

Their views have gotten them rejected from the Occurian council and thrown into exile on Earth, something they... really don't mind. In checking up on the last remaining living descendants of Raithwall, Munoh saw that the council was already manipulating Ashelia Dalmasca. Their searches took them to a very distraught Caelen Dalmasca (see his info post for more detail on him), one of Ashelia's brothers. Seen as a pathetic failure by the Occurian council because he lacked the drive and rage Ashelia possessed for exacting revenge on the Archadian Empire, he was ignored by the ancient beings. So Munoh... took him under their wing, so to speak.

Again, you can read up on Caelen to find out more about his relationship with Munoh and how other humes viewed him because of it, but essentially Munoh encouraged Caelen to make some kind of difference in the world... but in a way he wanted to, not because anyone told him to, or because he felt like it was expected of him. Munoh celebrates the free will and unpredictability of humes and finds it very beautiful. Sometimes it is used for and brings about evil, but sometimes it is used for and brings about goodness too. Munoh believes Caelen has a good heart and wants to support him in his endeavors, offering aid here and there when it is needed but otherwise simply keeping Caelen company as he tries to sort out his life. They are fiercely protective of him (or of any muse they might decide upon as their "chosen one") and will protect him if need be.

Potential Starter Ideas:

Your muse might encounter Munoh with Caelen if he's the focus of a thread, or Munoh might approach your muse if they're someone Caelen has been interacting with. Maybe your muse thought Caelen had mental health issues, talking to and interacting with thin air, until that thin air appeared before them and starting talking to them too. XD

Or your muse could be chosen by Munoh, which means they'll offer their guidance and help for whatever your muse wants to achieve in life. Maybe they've taken an interest in your muse and have some questions, wanting to know more about them. Maybe your muse's motives confuse them and they want clarification. They are a very curious sort. =)

Munoh might be convinced to help in certain battles or to oppose Venat, for muses who might be in a FFXII setting. But this would definitely take some convincing because they usually like to stay out of human conflict.

I'm not sure how Munoh would fit into a MCU verse, but I'm sure we could work something out!

[thejadedking]

Character: Galeb Bazory

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Nicknames: The Diamond, the bird of ill omen

Eye color: Blue

Hair style / color: Side part, black

Height:  6'5

Clothing style: Expensive dark three-piece suits, usually navy or black. Navy or dark purple shirt, black tie. Basically, he always looks a rich businessman because he is one.

Best physical feature: His eyes, they let people know how he feels with one look. Most commonly disgust or how he's just blatantly unimpressed.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: “No longer having a single reason to fend off the Beckoning.“

Your guilty pleasure: “Having a non-threatening or non-transactional conversation with someone I find interesting."

Your ambitions for the future: “I will find a purpose for my existence or bury myself in the earth.” 

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thought waking up: “I'm still here." 

What you think about most: “My past.” 

What you think about before bed: “No amount of sleep will make me feel less weary of my own existence.” 

What you think your best quality is: “When I decide to do something I will not stop until it is done. No matter what I must do.” 

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: “Single... if I must.” 

To be loved or respected: “To be loved by someone I care for. What everyone else thinks of me is not my concern.”

Beauty or brains: “Brains.” 

Dogs or cats: “Cats. I won't elaborate further. If you understand, you understand. If you don't... that's your problem, not mine.” 

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: “Yes."

Believe in yourself: “Yes.” 

Believe in love: “I did. A long time ago." 

Want someone: “Yes. But it is unlikely.” 

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: “Yes. That is all I'm willing to admit.” 

Done drugs: “Yes. They were known as medicine in my day."

Changed who you were to fit in: "Yes.”

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favorite color: “Navy.”

Favorite animal: “Jaguar.”

Favorite movie: “It is rare I watch a movie. I certainly don't have any favourites.” 

Favorite book: "Dokuzuncu Hariciye Koğuşu by Peyami Safa."

Favorite game: “I don't play games."

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: “Sunday, 25th of August.” 

How old will you be: “314.”

Age you lost your virginity: "That is none of your concern.” 

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: “Calm and patient.” 

Best eye color: “I don't care."

Best hair color: “Again, I do not care.” 

Best thing to do with a partner: "Spend time with them."

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: "-- - nothing.” 

I feel: “-- - hollow.” 

I hide: “-- - who I once was."

I miss: “-- - being human.” 

I wish: “-- - I had never been embraced.” 

Tagged : @priwenshallprevail, thank you! &lt;33333 Tagging : everyone who hasn't tried it yet! I really enjoyed this. xD

[jennyandvastraflint]

Hi!! Coming to your asks like I threatened to talk about the one frog king movie I enjoyed!

It is the German 2008 Version with Sidonie von Krosigk. You can find it here for reference & in case you want to watch it. (you might need a vpn if you're not in Germany but then it should be free I think? Also, I am just assuming now that I remember correctly and you speak German?)

Bear in mind, the last time I saw it is like 10-15 years ago so my memory is definitely faulty. But I remember I liked a number of things a lot:

There were Sidonie von Krosigk and Marie Luise Stahl and I found that very exciting because I am a child of the 90s and love witches and was accordingly into the Bibi Blocksberg movies that they appeared in (mostly the second one that involved maths tbh)

It's less about the princess and more about a whole friend group of nobles living at the castle and I remember them being precious together

They have that amazing thing (like really WHAT happened there?) that one of the princes only speaks in acronyms. Even when he proposes, I think. 'PS' f.ex. is how he adresses 'Princess Sophie', the main character. Flawless decision making in the writers department - this is the kind of stuff I will still remember in 20 more years. Also, I mean, it was definitely because he was the super rich and powerful prince, but everyone in the friend group accommodated for him, translating for him and making his speech pattern work. So A+ for solidarity there

The princess is - as far as I remember - very aro coded and her relationship to the prince is rather platonic, more like "two people with the same interest (=travelling) have found each other". Maybe I am making this up in my mind to make the movie appeal more to myself but that's how I remember it. Didn't feel much like a marriage in the end and more like, so, we're besties now, goodbye friends, we're off to see Spain! Like, still risky from his perspective to choose HER as a travelling buddy but at least it's not like she can throw him against the wall anymore, human as he is. And she gets to have more personality than 'spoiled' in this tale. So it makes a little more sense for them to go away together.

And I mostly wanted to ask whether you know the movie because of that shared interest being travelling. That is kinda similar to what happens in your story. Not the same motives but the result stays the same, the couple goes off to travel with their servant(s). So I was just wondering.

Anyway the number of frog king related things I enjoy went up to 2 yesterday and I'm very happy for it :)

(That said, I have never watched the Disney version and I feel like I might like it? But I also feel like it has little to do with the original.

...aaand I just remembered there are actually 3 frog king things I enjoy bc there is also a children's book about an unhappy prince and a frog is like 'I'm an enchanted princess, kiss me and you'll be happy and a king and we will have a thousand riches.' So he does and turns into a frog and they are happy together and rule the kingdom of the pond and have a thousand little frog kids together who are their greatest treasures. I liked that one, too. The art was gorgeous.)

Also I feel like I might just get my sister to rewatch the movie with me now. Very risky to do that with things you remember fondly from childhood (also I already remember the animation of the frog to have been terrible so there's that) but it might be fun? And I kinda wanna know how faulty my memory actually is.

Sorry, this is a lot of rambling now but maybe you enjoyed it? It all came up bc of your fic at least :)

I hope you'll have a good day today <3

First of all, hiii :D

I do actually know that one, I think I've watched it when I was younger! (I'm Austrian, so yes, I know German XD) I might have to rewatch it then!

The Disney one is quite nice! I haven't watched it in ages but I think it was one of the Disney films I enjoyed most.

Glad to have provided something happy for you to read!! (shameless self promo but if you enjoy Fairytale retellings - vague and closer to the original - I have one that's vaguely Beauty & the Beast inspired, and one that has a curse and mermaids XD Technically I have a plot for a Sleeping Beauty one but due to hhhhh work I haven't been able to finish any other fics to have time to write that yet. Herm, lots of fic ideas, there's also one with a Minotaur and the labyrinth :P) Tush, enough self promo! I'm glad you enjoyed my fic!

I realised btw that you're the Mels Zucker/Doctor Jones fic that popped up on my Tumblr a few times, and I'm so intrigued by it. I hope to be able to pick up reading it soon👀

Wonderful day to you too!

[kwiiwi1]

more of my silly femdom n subby bro pairing Toto bellow the cut yippee 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

teehee Toni and Alto passionately making out just because

breathing so heavily between them, saliva connecting their mouths and altos nudging against Toni's nose, whimpering

"more, m'need more please, please"

haha needy bastard XD I laugh at ur bottomness mwahahahaahah 😈😈😈😈😈😈

(I could never laugh at u ur too sweet and stupid for me to hate ong)

I like to think that Alto initiates the kiss at first

like they're comfortably watching a movie together, snuggled up close yknow AS FRIENDS

and they're just.. mmm the tension

I swear there is tension

Alto watching Toni ramble on about how stupid the movie is, pointing out its many flaws and plotholes, and bro he's so in love

then she turns to look at him, and they find each others eyes and time seems to stop for them and oh my stupid heart for these fools 😍😍😍😍😍

(THIS READS LIKE A BAD FANFICTION I WOULD'VE WRITTEN AGES AGO EW AISCNSJDJ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

and he leans forward without realizing and kisses Toni and hrhshehsh 😖😖😖😖😖

short and sweet, but Alto's neediness bleeds thru lol

Alto initiates it, but Toni's the one who takes charge as she grips him by the scuff of his shirt and pulls him again for another

and another, and another-another, until they're basically making out on the couch, movie long forgotten and tuned out to white noise.

the tension between them explodes into this absolute ball of longing and waiting and wanting

daydreams and whispered secrets they've had about each other since middle school, hands brushing against each other, love hearts doodled on the sides of their homework with their initials, stickers over each others hands and faces when they were children, eating $2 chips from the dairy and feeding them to the birds at the park, pinkie promises made under the cover of twilight, pillow fights and strawberry juice staining the fronts of their shirts, all of that combines and builds into this single moment of adrenaline rush.

and it doesn't stop, neither of them want it to stop, so they let it take its course.

Alto's heavily moaning into Toni's mouth, her hand trailing down and under his shirt, until it stops above his boxers.

She pulls away, leaving a dazed boy, puffy lips slicked with spit, curly blonde-brown hair framing him like a halo.

His eyes are still twinkling with that childish innocence of his, but there's something deeper in them now, more unhinged yet it still waits.

".. do you want this?" She asks, a final barrier between the both of them, the string of their friendship being pulled tight, threatening to break and let go an entire decade's worth of carnal feelings.

The air hangs heavy between them, charged with desire before he answers, a soft careful whisper with his oh so pretty lips that breaks the dam.

"..yes.

please"

and then they proceed to have hot steamy couch sex fuck yeah bro 😩😩😩😩😩😩

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

433 of 2022

Personal Questions Survey

[made @ xanga.com/surveys_for_nimrods]

1. Last time you had sex?:

Three days ago or so.

2. How do you keep your hair "down there"?:

Depends on my mood. Sometimes I have better things to do.

3. Ever have sex outside of a relationship?:

No, and I don’t intend to.

4. Most embarrassing period story you have to tell?:

I’m not a woman, so no period stories here. Never had, never will.

5. Favorite sexual act (ex. blowjobs, fingering, etc.)?:

No sexual acts at all.

6. Ever taken naked pictures of yourself?:

Nah. It’s enough that my husband has to watch me sometimes XD

7. Do you like/love anyone right now?:

Yeah, my husband. And some other guys, but it’s rather platonic in nature.

8. Spit or swallow?:

I don’t do that.

9. If someone paid you to have sex with them, would you do it? What if it was for a million dollars?:

No and no. I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror.

10. Ever did something sexual while under the influence?:

Yeah, we both were drunk, but we were in a relationship, so nothing extreme here.

13. If a taken person pursued you and you were interested, would you do anything with them?:

No. I’d rather lose any interest because it feels wrong if a taken person pursues someone else. I’d rather tell them to go fix their existing relationship.

14. Have you ever cheated or been cheated on?:

I haven’t cheated on anyone, but I’ve been cheated on. Talked about it already.

15. What's your cup size?:

I don’t think guys actually measure that. We tend to measure something else... not that I do lol. Such things don’t matter to me, it feels too much that it even is there at all.

16. Do you have any self-esteem issues?:

Quite so. I should believe in myself more.

17. Last time you cried, and why?:

30 years ago because I was two years old and it’s normal for that age.

18. Are you on any medications? What kind?:

Yeah, Keppra for epilepsy. Works well most of the time.

19. What method of birth control do you use?:

Homosexual intercourses lol. Never had sex with a woman, never will.

20. Ever tried drugs or alcohol?:

Yes for alcohol, no for drugs.

21. Ever drove drunk?:

No, and I despise people who do it.

22. Ever did anything sexual at work?

No, work is for working, not for wasting time.

23. Ever met someone from the internet? How did it go?:

No, I didn’t.

24. Ever have an online significant other?:

Nope. You can’t be 100% sure who is on the other side.

25. Is there a secret you're hiding from everyone?:

I don’t think so. I just don’t talk about some things openly, but if anyone asked, I’d probably tell them.

26. Ever been to a therapist?:

Not for mental things, but for physiotherapy.

27. Worst break-up you ever had?:

Jay broke up with me a day after Valentine’s Day, when I’d least expect it. He threatened to kill himself, by the way.

28. Is there any friends you have that you secretly despise?:

No, if I despised anyone, I’d never call them a friend. Simple as that.

29. Ever gave someone a lapdance?:

Wat? Nah.

30. Ever liked two people at one time?:

Better, five. But it was all platonic, so.

31. Is there someone you're lying to at the moment?:

No, I don’t see the point.

32. Would you sleep with your boss to get a raise or a promotion?:

No, and I have no respect for this kind of people. Sorry, but no one wants a dumb supervisor who had no chance to be promoted through their own hard work and knowledge. ‘d better be ‘just a worked’, but valued and appreciated for how well I know my job. I don’t judge people’s choices, but I would never want a supervisor who doesn’t even know the job I do, at least at the same level as me.

33. Do you plan on going to college?:

I have a degree already, in electrical engineering. I’ve been doing yet another degree in uni besides working, but it’s on hiatus due to my health.

34. How many kids do you want in the future?:

None.

35. What age do you want to get married at, if at all?:

I’m married already.

36. Will you take your partner's last name, have them take yours, or just both keep your last names? Maybe combine them?:

No I didn’t take his last name, neither he did mine, and I’ve explained it in another survey that here in my country people don’t change their last names while getting married. Not even women who marry men.

37. Would you use an online dating site to find a partner?:

No. I’ve never actively looked for a partner. I just take whatever life brings.

38. Ever been engaged?:

Yeah.

39. Ever been called a bad kisser?:

No, but I don’t really like kissing and that’s the thing my husband tends to complain about.

40. What color eyes did the last person you kissed have?:

Hazel.

41. Would you ever pierce your genitals or nipples?:

No and no. I don’t get the appeal. I like piercings, but not in such places.

42. Is waiting for marriage to have sex a good idea to you?:

To each their own. I don’t judge either way.

43. Do you masturbate?:

Who doesn’t, honestly. And if I really have to, I much prefer this than having sex with another person.

44. Ever masturbated with something really weird (ex. a Sharpie or a hairbrush or whatever)?:

Lol no. I’d have to take it the other way around if I wanted to ‘insert something’. Just my hand.

45. Ever dropped someone's toothbrush in the toilet and didn't tell them?:

No? How is it possible to accidentally drop a toothbrush into the toilet anyway?

46. Ever heard/walked in on your parents having sex?:

No, thankfully. I don’t think they ever do it anyway.

47. If you had a hot cousin, would you have sexual relations with them?:

No? I can’t believe some people are such animals.

48. Ever fall for someone who was only supposed to be your friend with benefits?:

I’ve never had “friends with benefits”. I don’t have sex with people I’m not in a relationship with.

49. Ever had a friend with benefits?:

No. And I’m not going to.

50. Opinion on casual sex?:

Not for me, thanks.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Meet the Writer

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

(CANON MUSES) - Well, this blog started as a Sephiroth RP Blog, as my early partners know, and so to be honest, it was a long time coming. But start of the fandom is up and down with cause and level of interest, and my draw to Sephiroth was slow, but eventually I hit an age and a state of returned interest in the fandom where I'm like...damn I'd love to play him. I adored his character, his cool collected crazy villain nature and also his complicated beginnings and the tragedy. And I'd played a few complicated villain characters before so I hoped to be able to tackle him accurate. Tried it years ago, maybe...ten more or less? maybe less lol but...I was way too intimidated, guys. Granted, I was constantly trying to tackle AC Seph so, sure, but I just didn't feel like I could do him justice and I gave up. But the resurgence Remake brought finally brought me to give him a try and I have adored exploring him ever since. The good, the bad, the ugly, and all the relationships in between and I'm excited to continue exploring. I adore Sephiroth for the tragedy, and every level of it, and that is why I took him on. The rest? Well, Vincent was my original fave and adore him to similar yet different depths and I love exploring all his hurt and pain and layers as well. Our dark dramatic monster mash corpse is just too good not to partake in, and over the last few years, I've adored developing my fanon layers to add depth to factors of his history or nature. Kadaj? Short answer, I sympathize with the angry hurt child that he is and the rage he wants to spill on the world, and the darkness he can threaten to weild, and his need to be embraced at the end of the day. Reno? It started as shits and giggles and because I thought he'd be funny to play. Now? I'm in too deep and I love this fucker. My newest muses, as of me doing this, are Evan Townshend and Nero the Sable, and though I'm still working on developing my muse with them, especially the latter, I just...adore them. Babies. They are my babies. (OCs) - I haven't actually had in depth, ongoing chances to play my FF7 OC Aurelia, which is absolutely on me and my lack of development and confidence. She started from a self insert OC that was purely in my head and once drawn on paper XD she occupied my night time fantasies to play out fanfiction like fulfillment and she was basically made to ship with Vincent (please, judge away, I cringe hard now). However, with thanks to new inspiration and a lil help of an ex-friend, I'm proud of how I've remade her and I really do want to play into what she is now and develop her further, because i have a special love for Deepground, and I would adore a chance to play her in all her power but in all her weakness, too, and figure out how she connects and deals with the world around her.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Not that I can think of? I can't say I don't like writing what I'm about to say, I do, but lets define this as what do I occasionally have problem writing--angst. And my only problem, is chaotic home life has bred such a deep ingrained need to avoid conflict that sometimes I fumble that into RP replies (in ways that it may makes sense, but also in ways where it feels OOC and/or like they're far more self aware than they should be in that moment). So it's something I've been working on and getting better with!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Angst and Fluff in equal measure, even if one or the other border on self indulgent, so long as it's fun and satisfying for me and my partners. I like pushing our characters to strains and pains more than we've experienced so far, or in different ways and what it brings out of them. But I also adore those fluff moments where it can just be a tender embrace, a loving moment, or being told those words or given that care that they needed but were denied in canon. It pleases me deeply, both of them.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

They just happen. I don't often sit there and try to come up with something, it's just they pop up when writing, when thinking through the character, or more often through RPs and asks. If it feels like it really fits, especially if I can expand on it in a way that weaves well into the character, it becomes a satisfying headcanon.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music, unless unable and/or I started without it and now I'm in a flowing writing zone and/or whatever I'm writing is short. I'm literally listening to music right now XD granted it's on repeat from me using it to answer asks but, still. Also yes, fanfics and sometimes specific threads or partners garner very specific music vibes or playlists.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Hmm, this depends. I mean, I guess as a majority, I wing them. There will sometimes be planning out with a partner, and I will keep the plan in mind, especially if we're wanting the scene to end with a specific destination. But, for the most part, I wing them I guess? Like, I read a reply, I let my brain figure out if there's any automatic sparks of reaction from muse, and with or without that, I get to work.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Hell yeah. When it's balanced, and not just smut (though I love me some smut), I adore shipping. Especially when we can work in all the complicated positives and negatives and the personal discoveries that the dynamics bring. And sometimes the ships are just so fdnsjkdnj bjnfajknfjks.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Ash, though only a few people use that. Real name is Jordan, which I'm sure I put in my mun bio, but I don't mind either XD Ash comes from my middle name which a friend suggested I take on if I ever decided to get a name change to go along with accepting my genderqueer identity but I'm fine with either. They're both me~

ᴀɢᴇ?

Freshly 29 ~

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

March 31st

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Purple, red, black, gold.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Eh, I can't say I have specific enough favorites. I like any song, old and new, that I've come across and collected, that can either have a nice beat, be devestatingly emotional and beautiful, or dramatic/epic movie level. Also a good guess for my current musical taste? Sleep Token is my every vibe right now with multiple muses, fics, and ships lmao.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Can't remember the last movie i watched and finished, mostly rewatch shows these days. A tie between 'The Mummy Returns' and 'Frozen II' it is, I guess lmao.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Mashle. I fucking love this crazy show. My Hero is a close tie, kind of been watching them back and forth.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

If my current one counts, Ado cover of Unravel by TK from Tokyo Ghoul.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I can't choose??? How can you even make me. Too many options, between fast food options to home cooked meals. Going with the indulgent meal I keep getting a craving for and that never fails to be delicious, Yellow Curry with shrimp from this local place where I live. So good.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

When it plays it's role properly, fall/autumn. I like the balance of the cold without it being too severe. The small of the cold earth, the fallen leaves. Summer is my enemy, I become a fat puddle.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Not entirely, I'm pretty even with everyone, and I adore all my partners and friends in different ways, because they and I are all so individual! I love all you guys! Though sometimesrufus has damn near basically earned that title XD My Rufus~

Tagged by: no one, I STOLE IT

Tagging: anyone who wants!!

[epicwalrus]

Not even Christmas will be stopping this train XD

Wu Xie is a police detective who likes to act first and think later.

Zhang Qiling is the head of the Zhangs, the oldest and most powerful organised crime family in Changsha.

When strangers scurrying deep within the shadows of their city threaten the delicate balance of power that has maintained peace between the nine most powerful families of Changsha, the two must work together to find answers...while protecting secrets of their own.

Snippet:

Zhang Qiling had once sworn to himself that he would never step inside a police station. In his days stalking the shadows of the Nine Gates, entering such a station would have spelt the end. Now, he sat across from Wu Xie’s partner, looking around casually as a crowd of officers vanished through the door towards the interrogation room. The office was far from the luxury he spent each day surrounded by; the blinds hung crooked and stained, the desks dented and scuffed, and the carpet worn thin by countless feet.  “You say you saw the suspect a few days ago? Where and when, exactly?” Wang Meng asked, doing an admirable job of keeping his eyes focused on the notebook in front of him.  “Monday, he was talking with two other men by a warehouse near where I work.” Zhang Qiling strained his ears as raised voices drifted from behind the door to the interrogation room. It appeared Hei Yanjing was creating more than enough trouble to draw the station’s attention. He looked back to Wang Meng, keeping Chief Dong’s glass walled office always in the corner of his vision. Chief Dong sat at his desk, looking up as Hei Yanjing’s disruption reached its peak. He was a middle-aged man who wore an air of experience like one would a coat. It seemed that nothing could catch him off guard. But Zhang Qiling would bet that Chief Dong had yet to meet someone quite like Hei Yanjing. 

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[castle-dominion]

castle 5x15 target. Plot heavy babes. I remember seeing gifs from this ep & when I saw that this was the one I got super excited. Good thing I have an extra 15 minutes on my schedule.

The intro was great. here's the transcript: A man runs through an alley, avoiding puddles and trying not to fall. He does, but he’s up in a second and continuing his run. He jumps over a homeless man and into the street. There’s a van racing toward him, but he just takes a stance and starts shooting at it. Despite taking several hits, the van doesn’t stop. It plows right into the man. Why doesn't he get out of the way tho? he shot as much as she could

RC: Ah. The student becomes – (he chews and she waits) – the failed student. The dropout. You fed her this? (he grimaces) Mother, you are forever forbidden from practicing the art of pancake-do(ugh)

RC: Like Simba in The Lion King. It’s the circle of life.

I didn't know shoes did that irl... RC: Yeah, but I wouldn’t be okay with that. I don’t want to see where she goes. What other birds of prey are out there, or what other nests, or – btw becks is pretty man vs van lol Wow. I know we saw it but still.

Jan. New name for this uniformed officer. nice gun! Columbia? *concerned for his daughter* don't much like Bram stoker? Lmao (oh wow

BS: (dryly) Witty. I’ve never heard that one before. I grew up with a punny name. Joy. People said "you must be a joyful person" whenever they would meet me for the first time. I had depression. (not diagnosed yet ofc but still.)

Ah. Overly familiar. He threatened to kill you? Bro, you have authority behind you, this is not the time to be flirting. Vampires ARE in right now, just like a few seasons ago when ryan's ex girlfriend got them into a website

KR: *whistles* Look at this building. Hasim was living large for a college student. JE: Yeah, add that to the list of things about this dude that don’t add up. His records say he started as a freshman at 24. Now who does that? Me, in college: You would be surprised at the variance in age. But then again there is typically a lull. You either go in right after high school (or after a gap year) but then there are less ppl in there for a bit, & then they start coming back at maybe 30, 35. The majority of students I know in my term between 21 & 30 are international students. A lot of them have taken classes at home in the phillipenes & some are using a student visa to start immigration. Ofc the 24yo I do know who is not filipino was a meth addict & has a 3yo son so,, that's another explanation

empty place nope nvm just clean, that place is full of punching bags & stuff. Like esposito's. WOAH THAT IS A ... NICE.. CASE OF GUNS. Not locked or anything??? is this man insane? KR: Uh, yeah. And if his black belt skills didn’t get it done he always had this. light years measure distance...

only 24 & in special forces swiss bank accounts, as usual Nice hair on esposito RC: (shrugs) Maybe Jack Bauer was driving.

KIDNAPPING

ryan's shirt was pink in the other lighting & these stripes are interesting

These poor poor fellows, their daughter got abducted. I mean I like his tie they both look good... but this is sad bro the cops didn't know he was a discreet bodyguard

Agent Harris.

KB: Scared. Devastated. AH: Okay, that’s good. RC: It is? AH: It beats angry or defensive. They want to be helpful and honest,

RC: I've considered it

If the roommate wasn't listening too hard, science fiction is related enough to science. Could clip: It has the word in it Which I still haven't read XD

Oh NO I'm sure she can help solve the case... nice ringtone lol OH NO IT WAS ALEXIS lol nice pic of dad is sara's phone also there?

RC earlier: Oh, yeah. I just – can’t imagine what they’re going through right now. RC now: *his daughter was ALSO kidnapped*

Harris: Easier to take her than.. *looks at castle* not

Looks like a drug smuggler tbh Ah he fled. Could be political. If they find out she is the daughter of a rich novelist then they might use sara for political stuff & alexis for ransom.

Gates will just see friends comforting each other, it's fine

Oof they all watch him leave... KR: It’s Alexis. He’s gotta be wrecked. Hell, I’m wrecked. allexis AND Sara

MR: No, no, no. I’m not just saying this. She’s going to be all right. I feel it in my heart and my heart is never wrong. RC: What about your first marriage? MR: Well... RC: And your second? MR: Okay, fine. Fine. Occasionally my heart is wrong, but it is not in this case.

Plainclothes & unmarked, wise decision.

Aww looking at her school photos NO SHE HAS GIVEN INFORMATION ABOUT WHERE & WHEN SHE SKATES BEFORE NO NO FREAKING IDIOT ASDJFKLSDFASHGSDCJF

RC: Don’t. (she goes to respond, but doesn’t) Don’t promise me you’ll find her unless you can do it. Because … (he pauses, then his voice breaks) … I would never forgive you. (she’s quiet) Any more than I’d ever forgive myself.

It is already late, what's going on?

LT my beloved

No, she didn't call be she has no GOOD news, she might not have bad news either. If she was dead, she'd call, if she was alive, she'd call, if they are not sure, they'd rather keep him in the dark. Probs should stay home, don't come.

See what? Do they KNOW what they will see?

DP & camera crew & editing & all this stuff did really great. The way lanie stops him it is so important to me, the movement the camera the voice, I might clip this it is painful & beautiful

a+ like me! I should donate blood again. I need more iron tho. Your baby hhhhhh castle crying sdjsldkfsdjfksdfljsldfjk Castle they know how to do this

Castle should go hug the other couple. He has worked with the police, he can support them in knowing the cops are succeeding, they can support him in being emotionally distraught parents together.

Truck pod? Why are the lamps on? ig so the girls can find them & don't freak out. Why didn't they get dropped on the bed initially tho? instead of waking up on the floor?

I JUST GOT CALLED IN FOR WORK GOSH HECK IT. & I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO TRY TO CATCH THE BUS THAT WOULD GET ME THERE HALF AN HOUR EARLY SO I'M GOING TO HAVE ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO GET IN, IRON MY CLOTHES, CHANGE, & GET ON THE LINE. GRRRR

I'm back.

I like her accent Ooh a course on security Both your dads are rich Wow alexis has Some Shoes (& also rings) At least they gave you clothes & towels.... & food

Ooh that car stuff sounds cool but I don't understand any of it

You know they want you alive, you know this room has a washroom Ryan looking nice ngl I genuinely thought that Ryan meant he was dead

You would... like a minute with him? Good, he's the dad, maybe he can get emotion on his side I'm not a cop This is SO SO SO intimidating. this is GOOD WHAT THE CRAP (it might be,, traumatizing to torture someone)

No thanks my adrenaline will suffice

Nice telescope

relationship w/o eye contact lmao. I mean, audio amiright?

KB: Tell me what happened with Douglas Stevens. RC: RC: I appealed to his humanity. KB: KB: I didn’t think you had that side to you. RC: Well, when it comes to the people I love, I do.

My mother knows a little bit of arabic. Like, ten words

Didn't he see the cams on his telescope? I like how the fbi yelled out that they had a search warrant

Tiny person!

Then why did they say "return to your post we have visitors" if they were not the fbi visiting the farmhouse?

(caskett double breasted jacket) WHY would they leave the jackets? why would they take them off? OH MY GOODNESS HOLY CRAP WHY WOULD THEY TORTURE HIM? HOW DOES THE FBI NOT KNOW?

Through the floor? The floor is already breaking, maybe you could use the lid of the toilet tank as a shovel

I mean, you aren't at square one, you just have no squares after this

I mean you know the theory & even if it takes hours... Sara YOU were the one who took the kidnapping course take off your shoes to be quiet Is this real-time footage? Why is the phone unlocked? The person it belongs to must be coming back soon *uses skype instead of calling her dad* Plus, did she have to log in? No it is an untitled caller Girl you have like, a good 15% left Girl take the phone with you maybe, esp if you happen to find a window or a person's face

that was NOT (our) ryan saying that lol the cant FUDGING PARIS the rooftop this is incredible

the CREDITS MUSIC

[dailylinrambles]

memories...

often I’ll see my old teachers at work, sometimes I get classmates that I’ve known since elementary through high school.

Sometimes I end up comparing my classmates as most of them seem to have life figured out, while I haven’t gotten far, others seem to be doing well, and that’s all I can ask for.

Came across a classmate today that I haven’t seen since we graduated. He occasionally picked on me and was one of the shortest guys in the grade. Never hated the guy or anything, just never one of those that I particularly hung around. He definitely grew up and I was just simply lost for words. Works for the electrical company in town.

I remember the last day of middle school and we had a free day of P.E. We were chilling when a stray football he had thrown winded up hitting my friend. He made a quick apology and made sure she was okay. The coach later caught word of our discussion as my friend was teasing the guy about it.

“He did WHAT!?” “Oh, he hit him with the football.” she said casually. Not even giving the guy a second to defend himself. “You! You hit her?” Surprised by the outburst. “Y-yes.” Immediately turns to my friend. “You. You okay?” “Yes.” nodding Flips right back. “You! Apologize.” It was just one of the most unexpected and quickest exchanges I had seen the coach make.

Occasionally I’ll look up folks I haven’t heard from in ages. One kid, he was known for being an honor student and genuinely curious about things. I remember him always being well liked in general. Since he played Trumpet, I remember letting him try flute  and being thrill to make a note on the last day of school. In high school, every year one of our Physical Science teachers did the experiment the Volt experiment. Very much like this Viral Video Only we had it school wide. Teachers that knew of this would be like ‘If you want to participate, go ahead, just come back after.’ So every year there, it would be one MASSIVE Chain of people. And freshmen year I remember this same kid claimed dibs to do the fistbump. Talk about hearing the echos in the hallways of everyone getting zapped XD. This kid, last I checked is an airline pilot. One of my friends moved away to the other side of the state. Although she dreamed of journalism, she’s now a therapist? Which I can’t help frowning at this thought... Instead of having my first cellphone in high school, I got a camera. And with everything that happened at home, school life with my friends was one thing I never wanted to forget. So I would record us and all of our shenanigans (those vids are unlisted ) And after a while, she would be the one threatening me ‘I’m gonna beat you with a stick’ and flip the bird constantly. After graduating, I rarely record stuff anymore. She later admits she misses those years and wished she wasn’t so critical back then.

One classmate made it to the NBAs and is now a middle school coach.

I recognized one girl a few weeks ago as one that used to ride the bus in Elementary, took an awkward moment of realization of knowing each other. I admitted I probably was an annoying kid back then and she also admitted to being a jerk. (which she was at the time) Never truly hated her, it was the whole younger kid annoying the upperclassmen and vice versa. But it was good to see that stuff did pass.

I will say it’s crazy the amount of parents I see of my former classmates. A few look for me now that they realize who I am. ^.^;;

Still trying to get my mind to let go of one girl, she actually came up to me with “Remember when we went to elementary school together?” and I’m over here like, ‘Girl, we went to the same school from Kindergarten THROUGH High School. With my last real image of her is during Gold Card Trip to the skating ring (a privilege only to A honor roll) sitting on the bus, senior year, singing Womanizer by Brittney Spears... yet here you are with 3 kids, at least one is a split image of you at that age and we’re only going to acknowledge grade school...