#I've had 3 people now straight up tell me i sound so much like her

[toonytoodles]

I feel like I literally look and sound like this

Me: haha, oh man twilight sparkle is too relatable, so is maude pie, they just like me

Me: ...

Me: ... hey wait a second...

[anonyymouslyyours]

Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

[sunrisemill]

✮From the start✮ Pt.4

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

(Warnings: mentions of mental health such as Anxiety and possibly depression. Please take care of yourself, I love you 🤍)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Finale

Y/ns’ POV

(Present)

I feel a wave of anxiety crash down on me as he stares at me from across the dining table. How in the hell am I supposed to do this? I feel the tension rise within seconds as I remain silent, I just wish I could see what he's thinking. The look he has on his face is unreadable and stern. God, I've fucked everything up. I continue to tell myself that until I hear him clear his throat. “Well…are you going to say something?” Right, with my emotions at an all-time high, I completely forgot how much time had passed. “I'm so sorry, Chris,” I whisper before taking in a deep shaky breath. “It was wrong to treat you like that and it's okay if you don't forgive me, I understand. But I couldn't go on until I gave you an apology.” I watch him carefully as he processes my words. Please forgive me, please Chris. He nods his head before leaning back in his chair. “I'm sorry too. But could you just tell me what's wrong? You continue to shut me out and that's not healthy Y/n, you can't just bottle everything up and expect it to be okay.” He sits up straight and leans forward again, propping his elbows on the table as he reaches his hand out to gently hold my hand in his. His touch sends shockwaves throughout my body. “Just talk to me. I'm here.”  My chest tightens as I stare down at our hands which are interlocked. I can feel his eyes bore into my head as the air grows thicker. I can’t tell him, he's gonna think I'm being dramatic or I'm just being silly. Oh my god, he's gonna think that something is wrong with me, or that I'm too much for him to handle and he's just going to leave me. “Y/n?” The concern in Chris’ voice when he notices how my breathing has picked up causes me to spiral into a deeper panic. I lift my head to look at him but my vision is blurred by tears. Chris’ face drops when he sees me in such a distressed state. “Y/n, please talk to me.” The slight squeeze he gives my hand pushes me over the edge. I can't do this. I need to leave. Right. Now. I tell myself as I quickly drop his hand and shoot up out of my chair, the speed of my action causes the chair to fall back, but I don't care. The only thing I care about is getting out of that damn house. The sound of Chris calling after me is cancelled out as the sound of my heartbeat in my ears drowns it out.

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Chris’ POV

I feel as though everything just blew up within a few minutes. I shouldn't have done that, I pushed her too far now. I can't believe I had her back and now im watching her run out of my house because of my idiotic actions. “Y/n!” I shout out to her but she doesn't stop…shit. I quickly stand up to chase after her but get stopped by a tug on my arm, my head snaps to look at whatever has tugged on my arm and im met with my mother. “You have to let her go, Chris. She's not worth it.” Nothing but rage fills my senses as I hear those words leave her mouth. She's not worth it…How dare she say that about Y/n, she doesn't know her like I do.  “you have no idea what you’re talking about.” She looks up at me with sympathy. “I've seen enough to know that she's no good. If you go after her now she’s gonna trip up again and drag you down with her, I used to know people like her, and They did nothing but destroy everything in their paths. Do not go.” I stand there in pure disbelief. “So what? Im just supposed to stand here like a fucking imbecile when she's obviously distressed?!” I spit out as I yank my arm away from her, looking down at her with disgust. “Im not doing that again. Im going after her, whether you like it or not.” I give her one last gare before turning around and walking out of the house in search of Y/n.

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Y/ns’ POV

The sound of crickets chirping in the long grass and wind rustling withered leaves has an eerie but soothing sound. I can't believe I ran out of there but I know that's what I needed to do. I stare at the reflection of the moon across the lake as I think back to when life was simple before reality struck me like a bolt of lightning. I think back to when I was just a little kid sitting on the same ground that I am now, I remember a small Chris running to me to show me a small daisy that he thought I'd like. He has always been like that, the kindest soul I have ever known. But I just had to ruin it, ruin us. Sometimes, I think he would be better off without me, im only just dragging him down. He insists that he wouldn't know where he would be without me but I know… He'd be happier and not have to deal with all the stress and sadness I've caused. It's like I destroy everything I've ever touched, why can't I just be normal? I let out a silent sob as my fingers tangled through the grass below me, If Chris was here he'd tell me that it would be okay, that I'd be okay. But how could he be so sure of that? He’d be horrified if he took even a peek into my brain. I still remember how he looked at me on that night. “I’ve never met a girl like you before, I feel like all my problems go away when I'm with you. I'm so glad I get to call you my best friend.” I shake my head at the memory. How could I be so stupid? He’d never like me, he's gonna end up with a happy bubbly girl and realize how horrible I am. I bring a shaky hand up to wipe away the tears on my cheeks when I hear a voice. “I thought I'd find you here.” I keep my head down as I feel Chris sit beside me.

“Hey…” He whispers as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close to him “It’s gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay.” I let out a small chuckle. “I knew you’d say that.” I sniffle, leaning into his touch, it takes me a moment but I finally look up at him. He lets out a sad sigh and brings his hand up to my face, wiping away the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. “Am I that predictable, huh?” He asks teasingly with a slight tilt to his head. I smile softly as I take my chance to fully take in everything about this moment. The way his hair brushes against my face as he looks down at me. The moonlight casting a pale light around us. I bask in the comfortable silence between us, wishing it could last forever. “I'm so sorry Y/n… I shouldn't have pushed you-” “It's okay, Chris.” I quickly cut him off. “It's just… I'm not good at talking about my feelings. Ever since I was younger I was told I was sensitive and I was overreacting. Everyone made me feel like I was crazy when I would open up, they’d say it was all in my head but would never comfort me or even try to help me. So I thought that if I could hide my feelings we’d be fine, but it didn't work.” My heart drops down to my stomach as I open up for the first time. “I'm just so tired of it all…” I sigh as my head hangs low. “I feel like everyone is moving on with their lives and I'm stuck frozen in time. Look at me right now… one thing goes wrong in my life and I come running back to the lake.” I shake my head as I look back out towards the water. Why does this have to be so difficult? “I try so hard at everything but nobody seems to notice or care, But when somebody actually notices I chase them away 'cause I get scared that I'd be a burden to them, I feel like such a coward.” I whisper the last part as I wait until the moment when Chris finally speaks up. It takes him a minute but he tightens his arms around me as he whispers. “I'm sorry… I know how hard that was for you and I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you. I take back every word I said to you, You are not a coward Y/n, you’re the strongest person I know.” He ends that sentence by placing a kiss on the side of my head. Oh my god, he just kissed me. I'm sure it was just a friendly kiss. “You think so?” I whisper back, hope glimmering in my eyes. “I know so. You’ve gone through so much, Y/n. I’ve never been more proud of somebody else before. Just know…you could never be a burden to me, Y/n. I love you so much and I care for you so deeply, you can come to me always. I could be anywhere, I could be at a concert and I'd still drop everything to come see you” He looks down at me with his infamous boyish grin.  I smile back at him as I finally feel my tears dry up. “You love me?” I whisper in disbelief, how is this possible? He loves me back. He nods his head as he replies with a voice so soft that it puts clouds to shame

“More than anything.”

(A/n: Omg I worked my ass off on this one. I hope that you enjoyed it 🤭 the next part is gonna be the last one (don’t take my word on it cause I’m indecisive) anyways, thank you for reading, I LOVE U 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋😽)

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[birdmitosis]

oh, you doin' this too? (referring to the ask game) Tell me your Contra thoughts :3

[ask game here]

Ohoho, a total surprise that you would ask about the blorbo... >:3

First impression

OHHH I LOVE HIM IMMEDIATELY. FUNNY GUY MESSING WITH THE NARRATOR 💕 (Paranoid is the voice I love most, but I think Contrarian was the one I most quickly loved...)

Impression now

I still absolutely love them, honestly even more now! Unlike with Paranoid, where I was a little worried about her shtick getting old, I unexpectedly did start finding Contrarian's shtick a little old on occasion (okay, mostly in the Wild chapter going the Networked route, where I felt like Connie was messing with the tone of things a bit too much, and I was a bit more eh on them in Fury than some people seem to be though I've come around on that!). But with the full context of the Stranger versions of the endings and even seeing the Wounded Wild version of things with them... Oof, I adore them and they just completely fascinate me, that they have so much character development in this little visual novel where they're basically a side character... And I just adore jesters in all fiction and so I 1000% agree with all the Jester Contrarian people out there! Love them so much!!!!

Favorite moment

I mean, the Stranger version of the ending, honestly. Though to be more specific, I love the way that throwing the blade out the window comes back around in the Stranger ending -- especially if you choose to do it, giving Contrarian their unexpected third beat and them finding it funny that you did it even though this time they discouraged it.

Honorable mention to the little moment they have when you meet the Wounded Wild properly, though. While they discourage you from slaying her by saying it's going against what the Narrator wants, their voice just sounds so shaken that it's obvious that's a justification. Connie really doesn't like seeing the state the Wild is in and doesn't like thinking about hurting her further like this. It goes to show that he can get that Stranger ending development even if you don't go for the Stranger ending, and I love that!

(Also honorable mention to the way they deliver two of their lines in No Way Out: "Too late, because we already did it, didn't we?" and "You're not the only one who can figure out how to do things" are just such fuckin funny lines mostly on the strength of their delivery!)

Idea for a story

I NEED TO CONTINUE [Wear whatever feathers you choose.] I REALLY DO...

But okay, other ideas!

I love the possibility that I believe you brought up at one point, of Contrarian and Cold hanging out and egging each other on to do reckless shit but Cold straight-up getting hurt from it and Contrarian panicking because they hadn't wanted that and hadn't quite expected Cold to go that far.

I could also really love an exploration of how to get, or what it might be like to get, Contrarian in either version of Wraith or in Thorn... Or even a theoretical Stranger Chapter III (likely with Cheated)!

Unpopular opinion

I'm not really sure I have any, honestly! I think a lot of people have similar but different takes on Contrarian and nothing I could say is that unpopular... I guess maybe that pre-development, they were more of an asshole in-game than some people seem to think, but also less of one than others seem to think? (They did reassure Hero multiple times in the Stranger chapter, after all!)

Favorite relationship

Oh, absolutely, romance-wise ContraHero is my secondary OTP for this game! Platonically, though (...and okay in some cases romantically), I am really into Contrarian's dynamic and (potential) relationships with Broken, Cheated, Cold, Opportunist, Fury, Stranger, Thorn, Wounded Wild, and the Narrator.

Favorite headcanon

Contrarian being nonbinary is my absolute favorite thing! Some runners-up though: Human!Contrarian (or if Contrarian had to give a human name) would be Connie, Contrarian would absolutely get along great with Cold, and Contrarian would learn how to beatbox and get super good at it.

[chasani]

tell me abt him

deep breath in deep breath out

So I have these OCs, and I named their little "series" Perdente Divinity (PD for short). And there's the PD4, the main four: Rimmer, Acacia, Noel, Calanthe

Noel is my favorite. I love him with all my heart.

Noel is this guy, he's trans, the first trans guy in fact. There's never been the concept of being transgender in their universe, well bing bang boom here he is. Oh! And he's straight now so before he transitioned he made a lot of lesbian power couples. Moving past that, I just genuinely love him. So much. He has 25 piercings, a split tounge, did I mention he's an acrobat? Yeah, summersaults all around. He's also a hooker. He's like 28, so not only one of the older OCs I've made, one of the darn COOLEST. If he was human, he'd be italian. Did I mention his natural born ability is umbrakinesis? And miasma emission, smoke go BOOM. Fun Fact: In his calender he was born on the equivalent of April 1st and in our calender he was born on the Ides of March. Sounds fitting, considering he's tried to STAB A GOD TO DEATH. Haha yeah, he did that. I mean multiple people have tried to kill a god [only one succeeded] but he's the first to try and survive. How is he still around? Idk he should be dead by now. Literally was given a second chance of life and he didn't change ANYTHING about himself. That's the way to live. Did I say he temporaily becomes a god at one point? His favorite saying is "calm your tits" and his blood type is e negative.

Okay, Rimmer. He's my second favorite of the four <3 He's an on-the-run criminal because he fled the army, has multiple scars from it too. His mask has a crack going all the way across it, I don't blame him for getting out of there. He's the youngest of six brothers, has the ability to communicate or control telepathically. Oh, he's also gay. Him and Noel have hooked up, a LOT. He also has an immense crush on Noel, unfortunately Noel doesn't return the favor. Not important. I just like Rimmer cause he's always there for his friends, even if at one point he gets so depressed he never fully recovers. That didn't help with his crush either. But he has devoted, so much towards himself in his friends. He would turn the world over to save them. Mostly Noel, whom he met first and their meeting makes their bond stronger than anyone's. Oh, I didn't mention his tattoos. He has two full sleeves, nothing out of the ordinary, but they're so pretty <3 and by "pretty" I mean "I change how they look everytime I draw them"

Calanthe... I'll admit I wrote his desc out of the four last. Even skipped over to Acacia and came back. It's not I don't like him, it's just out of the four he has the least traits my favorite characters tend to have. He's still a pretty darn good OC though. Grew up sort of rebellious, always getting hurt. Went to old churchyards and buildings and vandalized everything. Had the guards on him. His worst offense? Probably blowing up that one church. Nearly got caught by the guards, got injured running away, leaving a crack in his mask, and choosing to hide away forever. And that, is when he ran off with Acacia.

Acacia <3 such a pretty baby. She's the only fem one out of the whole group of boys, that doesn't matter though. She's so pretty <3 long draping white cloths, jewels, headcrowns- and she has heterochromia! One blue eye, one yellow. That also affects her powers, meaning she can communicate with other species [sort of in the way fluttershy can] and cyrokinesis! Poor baby, when she get's stressed her body temperature drops, and during panic attacks her body and the room around her begin to freeze around her :[ luckily, that's not common, she's a very calm and collected person. Unfortunately that doesn't mean she's NEVER had ice crystals growing from her hands or feet, and the animal sounds just add to the over stimulation. Acacia is also sort of a drug addict, she's recovering now, but she still keeps stashed of meds locked away [and has nearly overdosed...] but the other three have gotten her through hard times. She met Calanthe first, and later the others. Because she grew up selling illegal fire arms, of course which Calanthe always bought. Later they ran off together, and that's how their story began.

Notice I keep bringing up Noel is other characters descriptions? Yeah He's my favorite. Here's more about him. Noel ORIGINALLY had four arms, you heard me right two sets of arms. The plan was he was born with a lower, second set of arms that were dysfunctional, a mutation, that also had cancerous cells in them that were from a disease that would slowly spread from toe to head leaving him paralyzed. I always forgot to draw him with the arms though, so eventually I just ditched them. The story was the same though, paralyzing disease. Did decide he gets a second set of arms temporarily a later time, but that's not important right now. Some other traits I've gone back-and-forth on? My original thought is he'd have multiple sets of eyes, that got ditched. Went back and forth on him being a smoker, kept that one! He does crack too, pot, you name it. But those are more as a treat, he's addicted to smoking. Multiple packs a day. I haven't figured out when I want him to start smoking? Maybe like, 16? But who knows

Alright, here's what you've been waiting for. The plot of PD, and whatever the heck happens to PD4. Well, originally it was just PD4, and their story was going to end after the events of PD. But that... well.. let's just say I kept branching out new ideas, and after the main plot of PD they get into more trouble :]

Life? Starts out fine, just a slice of life scenario. No need for backstories, no need for introductions, just, life. Livin' it. Unfortunately.. Noel continues to get... sicker. It starts as just wheezing, coughs, "wow all that smoking is finally catching up to you.." turns into not being able to move legs, tingling feeling in the fingers, and suddenly- bed ridden. He's slowly been getting more and more paralyzed, now he's stuck in a bed paralyzed from the waist down and he can barely move his upper body, and the others just had to sit there and watch. Watch slowly as their close friend died right before their eyes. They couldn't take him to the doctor, three of them were in hiding and all four were outcasts. Acacia, being familiar with many diseases, and had books of information, eventually narrowed it down to what it was. Unfortunately, there was no cure. A year and 4 months later, Noel passed away.

Rimmer falls into a great depression. He was in denial, he refused to believe it. Not even a week after he attempts suicide and the others have to stop him. It was pure chaos. Their dynamic falling apart, Rimmer was the closest to Noel, and now he was gone. The stress falling on Acacia, and the disorder hitting Calanthe. They were a mess. Eventually.. the thought hits them. Matyrdom, the God of Life, would have the power to bring him back. All they would have to do is fine it. Easier said than done. The Gods had been in hiding since before they were born, out of hundreds of Gods only 6 came down to help the mortals, only 5 were actually accepted by the mortals of being worthy of worship, and 1 was murdered. Suprisingly, those last two don't allign, not the point. Rimmer, Acacia, and Calanthe get it together and travel ALL over the country, looking for even the slightest hint of this God. Granted, none of them had even SEEN a god. But... it would be worth it in the end. Trial and Error Trial and Error, they did it! They found Martyrdom! They made the sacrifices and- it doesn't do it. It felt "dishonored" "how could you choose to worship that THING over me?" It left. Was that really it? Leaving them in despair like that? All of that for nothing? All hope felt loss. It was useless, efforts gone in vain. Suddenly before their eyes, Albatross appeared. Albatross, the God of Chaos, those four were the only ones to even worship it in all it's years helping earth. The only four to show it respect. It, brought Noel back.

They did it, it almost felt unreal. Months of tears down the drain- because suddenly life was back to normal? Were they just supposed to act like they didn't go on that journey? Noel didn't look changed a bit, meanwhile the others were tired and weary. Full of it, done with everything. But, it was all worth it in the end. Truly worth it. Albatross even gave them a better home, one that was not.. battered and broken. Things were finally starting to calm down. Some point after settling into their new home, it's winter time, Noel and Rimmer go to the theatre. On the way back, Noel sees something in the bushes, and takes a detour. As for Rimmer?.. yeah he walked a minute before realizing Noel walked off and was ready to have a mental breakdown. He search EVERYWHERE eventually coming back to the house with the news like "Hey. He dissapeared" but it was more like "HE'S GONE HE'S" while he bawled his eyes out. In the middle of the night, Noel just shows up barging down the door. "Where had you been?!" And he just holds up the thing in his hands- a dog. That's how they got Lilac

(Bonus plot, is some point after their life returns to normal they get in to so many more shenanigans. Like Noel meeting up with his old competitor performance troupe, and them competing in a show. Or like needing to go back and meet everyone's parents which as you can imagine goes HORRIBLY. Also horseback riding, drag queens, sky diving, baking shows, skating, escape rooms, you name it. They do NOT get a break)

Alright alright, I've talked about Noel and Rimmer enough you deserve to know how they met. So some point after becoming an adult, Noel attempts to tell his family "I think.. I'm a boy" As you can imagine- this didn't go over well. They immediately force him into an arranged marriage, which Noel runs away from at the altar, and goes to hide away in town. Bawling, crying his eyes out. He lives out an alleyway, he steals food, does drugs, in a rough patch, down right depressed. He's barely an adult and he's caught in this mess of a family that would kill him if he showed up again, and a town that would do the same. He considers it right then and there. Well, he'd been considering it for awhile. He was going to kill himself, and he was finally about to- now keep in mind this whole time, Rimmer has been living in alley ways for awhile now. Drinking, doing drugs. He did NOT want to go back to the army. He'd been in those alleyways for awhile, he thought he'd seen everything, that was until he saw- "her"- Noel. He didn't know who "she" was he didn't know "her" name. He just knew.. he wasn't about to let "her" life end like that. Rimmer stops Noel from killing himself, and the rest is history. Yeah sure, it's so personal, the only part they tell people is "we met in an alleyway, rolled a joint, and really hit it off" but there's more to it than that. They were keeping the rest of it to themselves, no one needed to know, other than them.

Okay !! Let's end off with some fun facts 1. Noel's name is "no-el" pre-transition and "knoll" after 2. Rimmer's full name is "Roscoe Rimmers Saunders" 3. Noel's favorite movie is The Human Centipede 4. Acacia has kept multiple pet fish, yet they kept mysteriously dissapearing.. oh, she also had a pet bird 5. Calanthe somehow figured out how to work a gun at birth (multiple fatalites that day) (who gave the baby a gun?) 6. Noel was born with rabies (multiple fatalities that day) 7. It is canon: Rimmer can (and will) kill god 8. Acacia has like 100+ allergies 9. No. They are not sane. 10. Yes. They have had sex.

[e-vasong]

For the director's cut ask game, any behind the scenes lore to share on Knockout? I'm so curious about the alternate backstories hinted at in that story. Anything you can share about the boys' encounters with the fae, or how they know Crystal in this 'verse or basically whatever you'd like to share!

For the end of year/start of 2025 game! Feel free to shoot me an ask if you have one. :D

Apologies for the delayed reply! <3 I have had an extremely busy few days, but I'm finally back....but still exhausted. :D (I see your other question too; I'll for sure get to that one tomorrow once I've gotten some sleep!)

There is. SO MUCH deep lore for Knockout. I really want to dive into it more at some point with another installment, because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it.

I'm still undecided as to whether it was Simon, but Edwin caught the eye of a fairy who whisked him away to the faewild and trapped him there for some time. Rather than being traded back and forth, Edwin escaped relatively early in his imprisonment....and spent quite a bit of time wandering, getting kidnapped by other faeries, almost eaten by monsters, etc.

Is Edwin still from the early 1900s? FANTASTIC question. I don't know. I think time flows funnily in the faewild, and aging is messed up too. That combined with the unreality of it means that Edwin doesn't know anymore, either. He does have memories that would suggest him being from that time period, but that could just be as easily be an illusion. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Charles' backstory is more or less the same (though bumped up a few years to be in line with the modern day), except in this world, when he got shoved into a freezing lake...he pulled out a Very Important Magic Sword. This is totally fine. <- Lying.

I keep trying to think about how to describe Charles' abilities, because in my HEAD it's very cool, but when I try and write it out, I'm like.... damn, this sounds weird.

Basically, for Charles, I'm repurposing the idea of "aspects" from Hades - I love the idea that certain mythological archetypes carry on before, during, and after their "moments in history," and if you embody enough of their qualities the Universe goes "Meh, close enough, here you go again" and you can effectively end up as an "aspect/representation" of certain mythological figures.

Charles has a few Western and Hindu aspects; in the really early days, when he was going through the classic Biracial Kid Identity Crisis, he would lose access to them randomly or summon different ones from what he intended, but he's mostly got it under control now. Mostly.

Crystal is still psychic. She also has, like, a great grandma who was a fairy, though she's only been to the faewild like once, and she fucking HATED it. Too many bugs, too hard to tell which way is up and which is down.

She still had her demon possession arc when she was 16 - except the boys weren't there to help. David burned basically every bridge she had before she was able to get rid of him -- including her ability to do things like use her real identity without getting arrested. Possessed!Crystal, like, straight up murdered people.

She's a sort of general psychic/magic freelancer, in many ways a fellow of Johanna Constantine, except she has a magic gun and she is NOT afraid to use it.

I haven't precisely decided how she and the boys met. My current favorite idea is that a fairy in disguise hired her to go after Edwin under false pretenses, and after uncovering the deception, she teamed up with them to bring the attempted kidnapper down.

[somebodytoloveslog]

Larissa Weems helping reader to deal with comphet <3

(she’s so queer I love her 😭)

"Hello, everyone! I'm thrilled to share this with you because I just ordered my first lesbian flag after a long journey dealing with compulsory heterosexuality (comphet). One thing that's been incredibly helpful for me is thinking about the wonderful headcanon that Mommy Rissa proudly identifies as a lesbian and buys LGBTQ+ items to avoid appearing straight (my favorite headcanon is that Larissa is a lesbian, yay!). So, here's my one-shot about Larissa coming out, dedicated to anyone dealing with comphet. <3 Love you all.

AND THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED IN THE LAST SURVEYYY I MADE BEFORE

For the past few months, you've been grappling with comphet, feeling pretty terrible about yourself. How can you accept that you're a LESBIAN while, at the same time, not fully embracing it? Pride month was set to begin at your workplace next week, and in the spirit of celebration and self-acceptance, your boss encouraged everyone to proudly represent their identities through their attire. But what in the world were you supposed to wear? You had lesbian merchandise you'd ordered from Amazon (which you hadn't opened yet due to your insecurity)…

The day to showcase your pride at work was tomorrow, and you had decided to do nothing out of the ordinary. Just another regular day in your usual life, right? No, not at all! You couldn't help but notice everyone putting in their best effort with their outfits, rings, mini flags, and even food ("Who are these people? They're usually so apathetic at work. I didn't expect the entire office to be so gay," you thought while making your way to your desk. To your surprise, you seemed to be the only one without anything special.

Well, except for your boss, maybe. She was your sole friend at the office since you were relatively new.

During lunchtime, you sat beside your boss, and oh, your boss – you'd fallen in love with her, but she was your friend, and more importantly, YOUR BOSS. She immediately sensed that you weren't in the best mood that day.

And then, she asked, "Honey, are you okay?" The tears welled up in your eyes quickly upon hearing her question.

"No, I'm not okay. I need to talk to someone about something that's been weighing me down," you confessed nervously, your hands becoming sweaty.

"Do you feel uncomfortable around LGBTQ+ people, y/n?" Her tone shifted suddenly, sounding both puzzled and slightly upset, but she remained kind.

"No, I'm not trying to say that. Well, yes, but what I'm trying to say is that I'm queer too. I know I'm a lesbian, but at the same time, I'm not. Do I sound stupid? Because I feel incredibly stupid right now," you stammered.

She chuckled before rolling up her sleeves to reveal the most beautiful lesbian bracelet. You tried to say something, but the words escaped you in that moment.

"Honey, you are a lesbian! It doesn't matter how much you doubt it. I know because I'm a lesbian too, and it took me a lifetime to realize it," she excitedly shared. "Let me tell you the whole story of my coming out and realizing that I'm a lesbian."

…

Initially, when Larissa was in her 30s…

Larissa had always been a lesbian, but she struggled to accept it. She was perpetually insecure about her attraction to men. If she were honest with herself, she'd always enjoyed the attention she received from men. She liked the way men admired her, and she mistakenly conflated it with genuine attraction.

One day, while working on her laptop, she stumbled upon a webpage that immediately grabbed her attention: "Do You Really Like Men?" The title was slightly humorous to her because that was a question she'd been pondering for a long time. "Hmm? I'm pretty sure I like men. I mean, I've had plenty of boyfriends in the past, even though they weren't really my type…"

Her breath caught for a moment as she finished reading the page, and she was shocked. "Then, am I a lesbian?" She looked at herself in the mirror, fighting back tears because of the silly but painfully accurate webpage she'd found a few hours ago.

Over the next few weeks, she found a new job opportunity in another country, far away from her parents, family, and friends who hadn't yet realized that she was trying to embrace a more 'lesbian' look. Perhaps they thought she was just going through a mid-30s crisis or something. She'd even cut her hair short and started dressing in more masculine clothing, but it felt absurd – she didn't feel like herself.

By the time she turned 32, she had become the boss at "Nevermy's Office," which worked closely with a company that helped private schools enhance their teaching quality and more. Her hair had grown long again, and she had returned to wearing dresses and short skirts that she adored. But there was a significant issue: all the men in the office kept trying to date her nearly every month, while no women, not even in the entire office, attempted to approach her.

The next Pride month was approaching, and she was excited to finally do something to show everyone that she wasn't into men. She purchased a small lesbian sunset flag (although she hesitated because she didn't want to be too conspicuous)…

Over the next months and years, she promised herself that she would wear something – a pin, a bracelet, a ring – to subtly signal her LGBTQ+ identity. To her surprise, most people noticed right away, and the men in the office stopped pursuing her for dates.

As Larissa shared her journey, she gently took your hand, revealing a beautiful lesbian flag bracelet of her own. She smiled warmly and looked into your eyes.

<3

[l0vergirlatheart]

Hello! I’m new to your blog and I love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a sagau with creator reader that comes from the last of us games? ( the last of us is just a zombie apocalypse game.) How would they react to there creator coming from a place like that? Everything is ran down and taken over by plants and wildlife. Just being born there and forced to learn how to kill and survive on there own. Having to learn the skills of survival and technique. How would they react to there creators PTSD and trauma? How would they react if they actually saw the world there creator comes from?

Well that’s all I have you can write this however you want to if you’d like or don’t write it at all it’s up to you. Anyway have a great week!!

dude. zombie apocolypse!creator!reader... u are amazing anon tf

didn't exactly know who to write for i went with the trusty genshit wheel of names

c.w // zombies, blood, gore mention, disturbing descriptions, mentions of pstd

GOROU, AYAKA, XIAO

start under cut

gorou.

"Your Grace?" Gorou spoke, not much more than a whisper.

"I've told you this before Gorou, just call me (Y/N)."

"Of course... (y/n)... I wanted to ask you a question.." He said nervously.

"What is it?"

"What was your world like?"

You froze at the question. Your breathing became shallower and shallower, and your hands slightly trembled.

Gorou, being the keen one he is, quickly took notice and reassured you that you didn't have to answer.

"You dont have to--"

"It's.. fine. I can tell you." You cut him off, holding up your hands to sign that it was final. He silently nodded, and prepared for, well, anything.

flashback below. proceed with caution.

"FUCK!" You yelled. You'd been running for hours now; they were on your tail. You made a sharp turn and nearly fell, but you didn't stop running.

Into the heart of the forest, you ran to your makeshift shack with all the food and supplies you'd stolen from the ghost town abroad, and locked yourself inside of it. You pushed your back against the door as you felt the banging of the zombies trying to rip through your door, and you just waited it out. Eventually, an unfortunate deer stumbled across and lured them away from you.

You let out a sigh of relief as you slid onto the floor, panting.

'They've never gotten that close before.' You thought as you counted your items. You'd have to leave soon. You grabbed your stuff and checked the windows much too high for anything outside to reach. Or so, you thought. You were met with a rotten-flesh-filled face staring straight back at you. You yelped, and fell onto the floor. The zombie starting banging on the glass, harder and harder until it shattered everywhere. You covered your eyes with one hand and grabbed you knife with the other. After the glass settled, you quickly got up and prepared to fight.

Time to put all your self-taught fighting to use.

flashback end.

Gorou's mouth hung open, eyes widened in shock. You had to deal with that all alone? As a kid nonetheless?! His hand subconsciously reached for yours and rubbed it in an attempt to comfort you.

"It's okay. You're not there anymore, and you're not alone."

end : 1/3

ayaka.

You had invited Ayaka to walk around [region], just to chat. She was one of the only people who didn't make you feel suffocated in this "creator" crap. (she was holding herself back, just for you.)

Though you didn't expect it to start thunderstorming.

BAM! A large clap of thunder sounded unexpectedly, and you flinched, and practically jumped.

Fuck... You thought, turning around just because. You knew it was thunder; but god, did your past still linger with you, even after all this time.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Ayaka asked, snapping you out of your daze.

"Yes, I think.. I think so. We should-!" Cut off by another sound of thunder, and lightning following shortly after. Ayaka looked at you with a soft expression, and she took your hand, gently. You looked at her as she carefully guided you back to where you two were staying for the time being.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" She asked softly, still holding your calloused hand.

"I... sure.." You said hesitantly.

after explaining your world.

"I... I see." She said sadly. She reached up to pat your head, and she motioned for you to move closer. She moved your head onto her lap and started gently brushing her fingers through your hair.

"I'm here now. There is no need to worry. I won't let that ever happen to you again."

end : 2/3

xiao.

"Your Grace?"

"First of all, how many times have I told you to call me (Y/N), and what's up?" You said, a sigh.

"..Where are we?"

"Home."

"...why is it so run down?"

"That's a.. long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" You asked, and he nodded. You sighed and opened your mouth to speak.

crack.

You both froze. He looked at you and was about to say something, but you instinctively slapped your hand against his mouth, and stared in the direction the sound came from.

Unbeknownst to you, this action made his face heat up, but he was also curious and slightly concerned. What could've made you stop him from talking so quickly?

Only then did he hear a growl emitting from ahead. He summoned his spear, preparing to fight, but you shoved him behind you and grabbed something from a slot attached to your belt. You pulled it up to ahead and aimed it; but he had no idea what it was or what you were aiming for. Also, whyd you shove him behind you?!—

Then he saw it. Rotting flesh and both fresh and dried blood dripping from a disorted and ripped face; eyeball hanging out of its socket and hair missing all over its supposed head. The ragged and dirt-and-blood stained clothes, ripped and disgusting around itself; a zombie.

Before he could react, there was a large BAM that echoed throughout the forest. Suddenly, the zombie fell over, motionless, and you grabbed Xiao and left as quickly as the wind could blow.

What the hell?!

end : 3/3

[juminies]

hi i’m the anon that asked about the calls! thank u so much for uploading them ur the best <3 also i wanted to ask u something else… sorry i know ur on another hyperfixation right now hehe but i love ur takes and i’d love to hear your opinion on smth!! i’m replaying mysmes for the first time in aaages, and i’m paying more attention to the story this time around and what i wanted your opinion was on a call from jumin’s route on day 6… it’s the call where jumin mentions he sees mc in his dream and mc asks him if he’s sure it’s her. jumin says something about his relationship experience and how he can’t even remember the name of people he saw in the past and then goes on to say he doesn’t even know if you can even say he saw them

so i was thinking about what exactly the last part meant. like i just don’t see him willingly trying to connect with women in a personal capacity on any level, let alone romantic because:

1. in one of the the deep story pre-route chats, jaehee mentions that jumin is straight up not interested in women or relationships, he tends to avoid women and that she’s never even seen him going on a date

2. his shitty parent no 1 carolyn, shitty parent no 2 chairman han, his stepmother (srlsly the way she talked to jumin in that one story mode does not sit well with me??? like that “i’ll comfort you real well” sounds very very wrong but it could also be a bad translation? i hope it’s a bad a translation) and all the women throwing themselves at him and just straight up saying inappropriate things to his face

3. the story mode in which he says that rika was the first woman who made him feel comfortable and that all the other women he met before her just used to flatter him

4. and with the way he thinks… considering he’s not interested in relationships… he’d probs view dating as like inefficient or an unproductive use of his time since it won’t lead to anything lmao that ceo mindset yk

so that lead me to think… do u think the situation with sarah had happened before but on a smaller scale? as in shitty parent no 2 forcing jumin to go meet whoever his latest gold digger gf suggested? and jumin not wanting to but going along with it because he wanted to please his father? (honestly i think chairman han shittiness is sometimes overlooked in the fandom? like yes carolyn is worse but chairman han ain’t good he’s just the lesser evil!!)

or do u think he was referring to like the whole thing where he acts all charming and eloquent to get businesswomen to sign contracts? thank u!

hello! thank you for asking, I will always love talking about him forever so don't worry :~)

I've actually always been kind of confused fascinated by that call too, and I would love if he had elaborated more because we're definitely on a similar page here and you make the same points I would have in regard to his blatant lack of interesting in dating and relationships.

I will say I find it interesting how despite him being the one to bring up his dating history the things he says are actually incredibly unclear? a while back I wondered if it was one of those little things that gets sort of lost in translation, but he's really vague in Korean too. he is talking generally about people he has 'met' before, 예전에 만난 사람, which like 'saw' in english can be perceived in the sense of dating depending on the context of the rest of the conversation but can just as frequently be literal and have no further implication. it almost seems like he's trying to talk around the fact he's never been in a relationship, or otherwise keep it vague, which I suppose makes sense considering he follows it with "the past is the past" and is very consistent elsewhere, too, in feeling like only the present matters. to add to that, if you tell him you thought he had never been in a relationship before after this he is still incredible vague in his response and dodges really making a direct comment. he just says he's not bound by the past and reiterates that he wants to focus on the present. for someone who was typically so no-nonsense until it came to MC, dare I say it reads a little bit like he's nervous that you might judge him if he directly confirms that he has/not been in a relationship before but doesn't want you to feel as if he's trying to keep things from you.

anyway, either of your suggestions are plausible imo! it's difficult to gage if he would even consider women he charms to get them to sign contracts as part of the conversation, but since he does specify he's not sure if they even count that adds up. I have also always thought it somewhat likely that Jumin's father has at least attempted to set him up with women before given that he's almost thirty and the sole heir to the company. considering his genuine hurt around the Sarah situation I think it was probably not something that had been touched on in that particular way before, but instead a sort of "my friend has a daughter your age" situation, or an awkward "come meet my friend and his daughter" dinner. I also don't think it's entirely off the table that he went on a date or two (maybe even slept with someone) while he was at university but got nothing out of it, and that could be what he's referring to. given he can't even remember their name(s) I think it must be the case that it happened a fairly long time ago and meant very little to him, whatever the situation may have been.

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

OKAYYY Yakuza 5 early-game part 2 time! General thoughts on gameplay and random bits 🙌🏻

Immediately I'm just gonna say: the game is GORGEOUS. Maybe a hot take, but this game might be my favourite of the bunch, graphics-wise. The engine seems to be the same one as Y0 and Kiwami and I love the look of them too. I don't know what it is, it's just so good.

General sillies and tidbits at the top, gameplay (pretty much just combat stuff) more towards the bottom.

20 minutes into this journey and I TEARED UP ALREADY😭 Game really stabbed me in the heart twice before I'm even an hour into it. That's RGG studio for ya.

There were no plushies in the U.F.O catchers so Kiryu's just gonna have to run around with his newly acquired Miku figurine in his pocket🫶🏻 also FUCK THAT NEW UFO CATCHER SYSTEM!!!

The drumming minigame in the arcade was actually very fun! Might be my new favourite in there, since the U.F.O catcher seems to be in her flop era right now ^_^

Live me reaction: YAYYYY BAKA MITAI IS BACK!! What else..... *sees Machine Gun Kiss*

HERE WE GO AGAIN. Baka Mitai and Machine Gun Kiss are songs I have sworn to myself to get a perfect score at in every game they're in. I had a feeling Machine Gun Kiss would be back but😭 the nightmare continues 💅🏻

Let me tell you straight away, I was almost PISSING MYSELF when these controls popped up. I DON'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE, I suck at any minigame that has driving. During the real estate quest in Y0, Kiryu suffered a humiliating loss to the electronics king (??) with the stupid racing game in the arcade. I had NO clue what I was going and I had TRIED to get the hang of it plenty of times.

I just started panicking when we had to use blinkers and there was answering small talk and OHHH watch out for red lights and stop signs while avoiding other cars and obstacles and staying in the correct lane and and.... I felt like that one meme about playing Five Nights at Freddy's in 4/20 mode. You know, this one:

This might sound silly and dramatic, but I genuinely get overwhelmed with stuff like this😭

Hiiii Komaki Firearm Flip 👋😏 Glad to have you back, bestie 🫶🏻😩 it's just us against the world now...

NOW. The combat.

This has honestly been the most fun I've had in any early game section of these games. The sheer amount of techiques at your disposal and the stuff you can unlock early on is insane! There's so many heat actions just... already in your repertoire. There's new fun and brutal heat actions and old ones sometimes have new things added to them! I love how when Kiryu crushes a dude with a bike, for example, he then also grinds the opponent into the ground a bit more with his leg afterwards. That hip twist makes me go 😳💕

I also love the encouragement of active weapon usage.

I tend to severely neglect weapons myself and rarely use them. I only ever used them more actively in Kiwami 2, and 90% of the time it was just me rushing to the nearest bicycle when I was being chased and then using it to do crowd control on enemy hordes. Might actually use weapons more with this system in place!

Enemies calling for help can get annoying. I start with a manageable and respectable group of 3 or 4 enemies, until suddenly there's like 9 people jumping me. In the early game!! Thankfully escaping from battles is a thing.

Enemies in general feel more... active. They can flee, they call for help and I feel like they're just more aggressive. I'm dodging and guarding against common thugs and other small fry enemies a lot more than before. They don't stand around as much. It's an adjustment, but I like it. It's showing me just how much I need to work on that part of the combat.

There's still a lot of blocking and grabbing by the enemies. I really don't see why Yakuza 3 is singled out as the game where enemies block a lot; I feel like 4 and 5 (this far) are pretty much equal on that front? I don't mind it too much, it adds a little challenge. I refuse to play on Hard difficulty purely because there WILL probably be a vehicle chase scene and... well, you saw my rant on the taxi minigame above. I always have to switch to easy for those. So I have to play on normal, even if the combat doesn't feel challenging most of the time.

(yes, Legend is off the table for me forever. purely because of the vehicle chase sequences. Yes, I'm sad.)

The rewards from battles fluctuate a lot; sometimes I beat 5 or more people and get an iron plate worth 100¥ and sometimes I fight 3 people and get like 10 000¥. Thankfully I enjoy fights in this game a lot, so I don't mind that.

One small quality-of-life thing I appreciate is being able to see stats of weapons and armour when buying them. I think weapons might have had the "attack" stat visible before, but I don't recall seeing the stat distributions for the armour, at least not in 3 and 4. Absolutely no recollection of how this stuff worked in Y0-K2 era.

Now, the new town!

It feels... small. Not in a bad way! It' cozy, the atmosphere is very tranquil, the people are (mostly) nice and it just feels homey all around, even with the vibe of melancholy surrounding Kiryu. I like how there's WAY fewer enemy encounters because this place isn't the wild west that is Kamurocho or Sotenbori. Happy to have the Nishikigoi and Yellow Dragon binding to increase enemy encounters, though - I do wanna do efficient grinding at times.

The map layout is cool, feels very different from all the previous towns we've explored. I really, really like this setting.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

you mentioned maybe doing some destiel for the prompt thingy... 23 and 60 were giving me such dean vibes i would love to see you do more destiel stuff <3

hello, friend!! thank you so so much for requesting these!! i've literally never actually written any destiel stuff, so i really hope you enjoy! 🫶🫶

23 - “It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…” 60 - “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

pairing: destiel | word count: 1,508 | rated: T

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Damn fuckass witches…they should all go straight to hell.

What lesson is he supposed to be learning anyway, it’s not like she gave him any sort of hint. 

…Okay, maybe she did, but it’s not Dean’s fault he wasn’t listening, it’s her fault for chanting her freakin’ curse after throwing him around like she did.

Make his ears ring then tell him the thing that could help break the spell? Not cool.

What the fuck ever, they’re back at the bunker now, the whole case being a dud anyway. That damn witch was behind the ‘ghost’ reports they had gotten, having just conjured one to keep people off her lawn. A classic Scooby-doo type.

Now the only things on Dean’s mind were to get the fuck back home (check), take a long-ass shower (heading there now), and avoid Cas like his life depended on it (…remains to be seen).

Cas being back at the bunker for a long stretch of time like this was a good thing, a great thing, really. He was finally back in one spot where Dean could keep an eye on him, make sure he’s okay for real. No phone calls, no prayers that go unanswered more than half the time, just Cas. Down the hall. Safe and sound. 

And that’s where the (current) problem lies.

Dean’s Cas Problem™ had been slowly building and burning and broiling under his skin for years now. Since that first goddamn meeting in that barn covered in ineffective banishing sigils.

It had to come to a head sometime, and Dean'd much rather that time be when he's not just recently been cursed to only tell the truth.

He successfully avoided the angel for about seven hours.

The next morning, when Sam was either already nose deep in research on Dean’s newest affliction or out -gag- jogging, Dean makes his way to the kitchen for some sustenance.

He’s hoping to be sneaky enough not to alert Cas to where he is, lest the angel try to cook for him again. 

Cas has been doing that a lot. Cooking. Said he found it to be ‘quite fulfilling’ even though all foods only ever ‘taste like molecules’ to him

The act never failed to throw Dean farther down the You’re totally in love with your best friend who’s an angel and also a dude hole he’s dug himself into over the years.

Food is Dean’s ultimate love language. Being given his favorite beer after a long hunt, a plate of homemade treats from the mom whose boy they’d saved, even just a simple slice of pie for lunch while on the road for a while? Astounding, amazing, perfection, 10/10.

It goes the other way too; he loves to cook for someone. It’s how he shows his love for the people around him. He likes just knowing exactly how much of each dumb rabbit food to add to the frankly enormous omelet he makes for Sammy every Saturday, or exactly how much lemon zest he should add to the blueberry pie for the elderly Ms. Aggie up at the grocery store.

Loves it.

So that’s why whenever the particularly gorgeous celestial being that’s taken over Dean’s heart cooks for him, he folds. Wants so badly to love the angel, be loved by him in return. But it’s the most frightening thing he’s ever come face to face with.

Sometimes Dean thinks the affections are returned, but even after all these years he still can’t quite read the full meaning behind anything Cas does.

For the Dean of Now, it’s a compounding problem that will go completely off the rails if Cas finds him in the kitchen.

He’ll find Dean there, insist that Dean ‘rest. You are only human.’, and take up making breakfast himself.

With this curse on him, Dean doesn’t want to even think of the possible things he’d admit to without wanting to.

So he prays (hah) that Cas is gone off somewhere else for just the moment, somewhere far far far away from the bunk—

“Good morning, Dean.”

Fuck.

‘Just keep your mouth shut, Winchester. Don’t make a sound.’

“How are you feeling?”

Dean grits out a simple “Fine.” He’s not lying, physically he feels perfectly fine if a little sore. “Maybe a little sore.”

Cas nods, “Were you about to make breakfast?” he asks, stepping past dean to the stove and turning on one of the burners.

‘Mouth shut mouth shut mouth shut–’

Luckily, Cas is facing away from him and doesn’t see his head nodding in betrayal.

“Dean?”

Dean’s response is slow, each word said very carefully. “I was, but now I am going to just have coffee.” Hey, it’s not a lie if he’s changed his mind.

Cas turns to face him. “Dean, humans cannot subsist on coffee alone. Shall I make you breakfast?”

“No, it’s alright Cas, really. I want coffee.”

A loud grumble emanates from his stomach the moment he stops speaking.

There’s a smirk on the angel’s face now. “Sounds like I should make you something.”

He turns back to the stove, reaching for and setting down a pan from the hook on the wall, and gets to work freakin’ caring and shit.

Dean can’t do much else but to sit back down at the table and wait for food to be made for him.

He can’t protest in the slightest because he really does want more than coffee. As soon as Cas said it the second time, Dean’s brain flipped from ‘Just Coffee’ to ‘Breakfast’ and wouldn’t flip back no matter what Dean thought. 

He couldn’t say anything to the contrary, couldn’t even shake his head ‘no’. All he could do was stare down the tabletop.

So, he stares and stares and stares at the wood in front of him, until the sight in front of him is changed from particularly swirly knot to honest-to-goodness breakfast smiley face. Eyes made of eggs and a salty bacon smile.

The look on his face must be positively tragic because Cas asks “Is something the matter? Did you want your eggs scrambled instead?”

Dean tries to keep the words at bay, his head shaking no for him.

“Then what is it—”

Dean doesn’t keep his mouth shut hard enough. “It’s hard to get used to…”

Cas is guiet for a moment and a half. “What is?”

“Being someone that someone cares for…”

Cas sets down the other plate he was holding, the green shit all over it giving away that it’s for Sam when he gets back, and sits down kitty-corner to Dean (who’s still staring down the same spot).

“Dean—”

Fuck. He’s let something slip and now all of it’s threatening to spill out after it.

“I’m so used to taking care of others, you know? It’s all I’ve ever known. Take care of Sammy, take care of victims, hell, even taking care of those few terrified spirits that don’t know they’re even doing anything wrong!

“I like to take care of people, I like making sure they have what they need, yeah? But whenever you’re around, you’re the one taking care of me.”

Cas nods, “I do, because I care fo—”

“And I don’t ever tell you how much I really appreciate it, hell, it’s what made me fall in lo—”

Dean snaps his mouth shut. Nope nope nope, not doing that. Never. Cas doesn’t need that shit.

“Dean?”

He finally looks up at the angel beside him. 

Cas’ brows are furrowed, his head tilted slightly in confusion, as if he’s trying his damndest to read Dean’s mind.

Dean’s eyes lock with Castiel’s and…

“I love you Cas.”

He can barely process the holy shit, I said it–god fucking mother— before his mouth is barreling onward. “I’m so in love with you, man, haven’t been the same since that night in the barn.

“I love you when you’re full angel, when you’re human; I loved you when you didn’t even know who we were, when you disappeared after the whole leviathan thing, when you went a little insane and became obsessed with bees…I’ve been slowly falling for you since we met, Cas.” He pauses for only a moment, and is off again in the next breath. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified, to be honest–” he chuckles sardonically at that, “as if I could be anything else right now.”

Cas’ eyes grow wide. “Dean—” his voice placating in tone.

‘Fuck, of course he’s not going to return the feeling; damn emotions, damn angels, damn motherfucking witches!’ 

“Hey, morning guys! That omelet for me?” Sam interrupts before Dean can be let down fully, loping into the kitchen all flushed and sweaty--ah, so a jog, then.

Dean huffs out a breath, scrubbing his face clear of the couple wayward tears that had snuck down his face. “Yeah, Cas made it for you.”

“Sweet, thanks Cas, I–whoa, Dean, what’s wrong?”

Dean clamps his lips shut once again, stands slowly, and walks out of the kitchen with a short pat to Sam’s shoulder.

[thatdesklamp]

Showed my friend IW and now she's down bad for Gojo and this fic! She mentioned something that seemed interesting to me and was wondering if you would explore it. Since Hebi is seeking this relationship with Kazuo, will she possibly be with other people? Also, would Hebi date women too??? Please make her bi if possible buy you don't have to lol I would just love to see her date women and men too bcuz why not but I also know she's not in the proper mental capacity to do so ok thank you luv u bye 😘

Ahh that's so cool! friends share gojo fic with friends, you're so me.

And you know what. Gosh. When I tell you I have literally had this conversation with one of my mates in real life... I have to tell you what I told her.

I'm a bi woman--I love wlw relationships in fanfic. I am adamant that Shoko is not straight and I've made her gay in my fic because I say so and because I can.

And yet. And okay, this may sound so strange, but just... Hebi just gives the vibes of a straight woman. I do not know why. I do not know what it is. But she just... does? Like, in my head, I just... can't see her as sapphic. I really hope this makes sense, as this is based purely on vibes, oh my goodness.

If I'd have gone into it with her being bi, I'd probably have wanted to make it more of a significant thing with her--thinking about growing up in the 00s Japan, very conservative, her being bi would be a significant part of her childhood and teen years, you know? In the way that (now, because Hebi and Shoko aren't really bosom friends anymore, we don't see much of Shoko because we don't see much of anyone, lol, so take this with a pinch of salt) even Shoko in the mid 2010s wasn't very open about her relationship (I couldn't go into it much but it's there in 2011 I promise!!!) with a woman, you know? I've been very intentional in exploring the sexism within Jujutsu society, and if Hebi was bi, I'd also want to do that justice by exploring its undoubted homophobia.

Does that make sense? Firstly, in the vibes, idk man, I just feel she's a straight woman, lol. And then, just because I'd want to be a bit more on-it as an author if she was going to be, yk?

Hope this is a decent enough answer, lmao <3

[danadriel]

"We vampires all have our little quirks when it comes to feeding,but Danadriel in particular has a questionable taste for victims...she may drink all sorts of blood but her favourite is the blood from pregnant mothers, she loves it...she NEEDS it! for a mortal this may sound particularly heinous, and among vampires is not much different...because vampires are massive hypocrites! even among posh and rich vampire clans the consumption of children blood is widespread...but for some reason pregnant mothers are considered off bounds, each group of vampire invents their own bullshit reason for it but the one I most heard is that when a woman is pregnant her blood becomes filthy, others say its wrong because it interferes with the reproduction cicle of mortal groups and blablabla. Regardless of these arbitrary rules Danadriel's apetite rages on, whenever we reach a new location and she has free time she begins to scout looking for mothers with big bellies, she may be a little incompetent for other activities in our caravan but she surely can track expecting mothers like a bloodhound, nothing scapes her eyes and her nose! Once she finds a suitable prey she usually waits for their sleep time to attack, then its the usual, she uses her magic to pick the locks of the victim's house and quietly sneak in to have her treat, sometimes we also go with her to feed on the other people in the house, its like a family dinner! Me and Tabitha are more pragmatic, we bite,we drink,we leave...meanwhile Danadriel likes to savour the blood slowly and apreciate every single drop, its not uncomom for her to latch on a pregnant victim for like 3 hours...frankly its quite annoying, but she is our boss so we tolerate it, also when she is well fed with her mommy juice she gets so much more agreable, normaly Danadriel is cranky and moody, but give her few drops of mommy blood and she becomes another person!we have this theory that she secrets desire to be a mother and the blood helps her to appease it, but none of us want to have this conversation with her... Her fame as a predator of mothers is so widespread even mortals know about it, mortals and vampires alike nicknamed her "The Mommy Muncher" I find it hilarious but she hates it, she became a bogeyman for future mothers all over the kingdom, I heard in big cities they are puting garlic crowns around maternity yards to ward off possible vampires! people tell horrific stories about how she rips the babies out of the mothers belly to drink their blood and so on...thats absolute bullshit, I've spend 50 years of my mortal life hunting vampires, I've seem what the really nasty vampires are capable of and Danadriel is nowhere near them in the espectrum, she never killed any of the mothers she bit, she dont have the guts to be this cruel even if she wanted. While we are ok with her diet, a lot of other vampires aren't, so it's not uncommon for us to get in trouble because of her,sometimes they just tease her, other times they straight up attack her, several times she just survived because me and Tabitha intervened...turns out we are even better vampires hunters after we became vampires ourselves! hehehe...some may see this as other vampires trying to have the moral highground, but I can see what it actually are, Danadriel used to be a Baroness, the wife of one of the most powerful vampires in the world, now she is destitute and powerless, alot of people wanna keep her that way, this has nothing to do with poor mommies being hurt, its just a very smart and unfair smearing campaing....but still "Mommy Muncher" is very funny." (Grey)

I had a lot of fun drawing this one, but I think I will stop with the streak of pregnant mothers being "mistreated", because I'm not this kind of artist and I don't want to attract a public that appreciates mothers suffering.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 4 Pt. 1

Woo, I'm finally gonna write these up. Knives on the cover let's goooo

I can't tell who is saying the dining room line in this panel, Brad or Wolfwood, but either possibility amuses me. (It doesn't sound like Vash...) Also greatly enjoying the random kid who can only be spotted by half of their face hjhgnjg

Enjoying Vash just (-_-) with all the chaos around him

Wolfwood sounding slightly, just barely, hopeful... :')

They're so cute... brief happiness I love it...!

KNIVES JUMPSCARE

Idk what Hoppered's deal is but his earnestness is very different from the rest of the Gung-Ho Guns... I kinda like him honestly.

Eepy Knives... also I guess we finally hear what Wolfwood's actual mission is.

Hey I uh... feel kind of bad... for Legato... like there was no way he could've known that. It's exactly as Midvalley was saying - humans are insects to him and they are no different. It's just intriguing to me that Legato would ask questions of Knives with his very firm devotion, and that Knives would be dismissive about something that, let's face it, might have been important for Legato to know? You could argue that having Ninelives go after Wolfwood for being a traitor ups his cover, but Wolfwood never really had a "cover" to begin with and isn't that just a waste of a resource? Idk. I don't know what to make of these two. Did Knives used to tell Legato every part of the plan? Is that why he asked? Is Knives still pissed at Legato for trying to kill Vash and this withholding is part of the punishment? Knives also allows Legato to speak directly with him in this way, implying Legato is the highest rank of his "knives" and therefore more valuable (probably due to being very powerful), but then he straight up shattered his spine like it was nothing... I'm so confused by their dynamic, I guess because I'm not seeing the reason for Legato's devotion. I hope this gets some elaboration.

Aaaand back to Vash and Wolfwood. How are they so stupid sometimes... Meryl is so wonderfully petty. Good for her.

"I just wish we'd gotten to them sooner." MERYL OH MY GOD she's so funny

I love them. I love them so much. Look at that teamwork!!! <3

I'm sorry out of context this looks kind of funny... but nooooo Meryl!!!

It's very simple - if Milly cries, I cry. :'(

What is this "it" that Zazie used...?

Augh. Milly can't sleep while Meryl's in danger... :(((

HJDHBJSHF??? Zazie doesn't even finish the sentence and Vash just leaps out the window??? Hello????

I'm glad Vash and Wolfwood still find a way to be absolute idiots even in dire circumstances

"I've always been nothing but trouble for Miss Meryl" Milly WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? You've literally always jumped in at the right moment!!! I think you've caused the least amount of problems out of everyone! Sweetie...

Hmm... something something "everyone will pick up a gun if their loved ones are threatened"... also "You wanna try me?" Milly I love you. Also I'd love to know what these two got up to over the two year gap. They're so close now! Milly is so protective of Meryl! And Meryl has so much faith in Milly!

...ok first off this is brutal. Secondly, this is now the second time we've been shown the damage being done to Wolfwood's body from inside. It's wonderful from a visual storytelling standpoint but I also... don't like it. Why are we watching him break from the inside.

Ah... I kind of suspected that's what might be happening... :/

Plant reveal, Plant reveal!!!

Midvalley voice: "oh no I can't play one note on my saxophone... :( welp imma head out bye chapel"

Vash’s suicidality… noooooo... :'(((

The people booing him ahahhahaaha (that was kind of a dick move though man...)

Yeah he can't actually see, can he...

Oh???

Huh. Well this seems. Fun. Knives quit torturing your brother challenge.

[salfishersimp2]

i need some help

I find it hard to make friends, since I was in like first grade, and I was lucky enough to make friends with this awesome person I met online a few years ago, but I keep fucking up

things went a bit downhill a few months ago, turns out my real life "friends" didn't care about me as much as six years ago anymore, and I honestly don't know how much I cared about them by this point, but it ended up afecting the only actual friend I seem to have left. I kept making up excuses to go do something else when I talked to my online friend, like my battery was running low or my parents needed me for something. The thing is, I love talking to her, and I felt like the most horrible piece of shit everytime I lied, but then I wouldn't text back for days, until one day I just straight up told her I needed a break from talking to people for a while, from the whole app we often talk through, and that maybe I'd be gone for a few weeks or months, its been like 3 or 4 months since that. She didn't see that text until later on the day, I asked her not to hate me along the earlier text but I didn't even see what she told me after. She texted me again a few times a little while ago, I don't know what she said.

I think about it everyday but I can't bring myself to text her back, I tell myself: "c'mon you gotta talk to her, I miss her, I want to have our old 3am talks again" but then I just find it so stupidly hard to even write a hi, or open the chat to see what she said. Hell I've cried more times than I can count by now every time I think about how much I miss talking to her. I can't help but feel like i'm sabotaging my own friendship again, I've done it before, I think, I pushed too many people away before and now I lost contact and I don't even now why, I loved every friend I ever had and now they're worse than strangers, I don't want it to happen again, I can't loose the only friend i've had in 3 years. And I'm so worried, I want to know if she's okay, how her family is, how her cats have been doing, but i'm a lying piece of shit who can't even write a few words after she told me I'm her bestfriend, it sounds stupid, but i need to fix this and I know exactly how and I can't do it

If you read so far please help me, I'm desperate

[thetinylittlespider]

Tearing Up: Season 1

Chapter 2: Family reunion.

CW: Blood, Brutal execution (Small amount of gore), slight body horror, violence, and mature language, dehumanization.

KU-M9's POV:

The white lights that casted their power over me were blinding, It was hard for me to focus my vision, to regulate it to this intensity of brightness. But my nose and ears gave me a teaser of what was happening in my surroundings.

It was natural, something that kicked inside my brain, a call of something familiar, but that never reached to my knowledge before. This wasn't something I was taught. I wasn't aware that I could even do it in the first place, but there I was, feeling...sensing, others like myself, creatures who also grew inside this laboratory, others that shared blood with me. And all I could understand was how angry and hungry they were...

The only thing dividing us, the only thing that was avoiding every "sibling" to look at each other was a wall of thin metal that originated from little straight gaps in the floor, creating a personal squared space for each of us, imprisoning everyone. A smaller containment space than before, I wasn't expecting anything good to come out of this. Specially when they gave us a crystal clear ceiling to look up at the science team, and whoever was close to the space they put us into.

But before I could even start to worry, something happened, more people were coming in. The 3 scientist that I was used to see around were now greeting a visit. The leader seemed to be the woman who took me out of my "room". She was the one who gave a warm welcome to the visits, introduced everyone, but their names are something I never cared about, not that I ever had something to tell them.

"It was time you recognized the investment I've made for you all, It is unbelievable how much time you took, the riots outside are going to be the end of me, and this force of soldiers is everything I need right now!".

Woow, that voice...Sound so juvenile, but at that tone, demanding things as soon as he spoke, with that emotion on it, I hated it. It was the first human who's voice I actually minded but not for the best of reasons.

I looked up at the crystal ceiling, until the owner of that demanding voice showed up. In his black suit, towering above the containment and giving a look at us, the products. There was no gestures to recognize, a white mask covered his face, but it was easy to tell for me when someone had their eyes on me. It was him, the great leader of the world outside this lab, the one who represented hope, the path of light.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses of how or why you took so long, skip to the point and let's get this over with". He finished his sentence crossing his arms, while what it seemed to be his security guards started repeating his movements.

Funny, for a brief moment it felt nice to have someone talk to my "creators" the same way they used to talk to me while I was trapped in an electric chair, or when I was close to drowning in a water container...Like a lost cause.

"W-Well, sir, as you ordered, we tried to make a serum to create the perfect soldiers you are looking for...But the steroids and some components didn't work in our selected candidates. We couldn't give a human that power". The lead scientist started her speech, she seemed nervous. But what got my attention was the mention of older experiments, with procedures that I never experienced. They must have tried something before creating me and the others.

"So, we tried to create something new, not a human but with the base DNA of one...We started playing with some genes, and we found out that we could give this new being the compacted abilities and partial physiology of an arachnid. You wanted trackers, hunters, experts on capture with the ability to infiltrate and fight the resistance, not an army, but agents of pure focus on their prey. Sneaky to avoid uncalled eyes of the population, they won't even know this creatures exist" She said proud, with a nervous smile... but I, even in this enclosure, could feel the vibration from her heart, like a distant earthquake from how much it rushed.

"Of course we had to gather all species of arachnids to see how fitting their abilities would be, how we could recreate their DNA...we calculated the strength, tactics, physique, their venom, the silk of their webs, the durability, everything! And so we created new entities, 10 generations of changes, upgrades, tests...Some could keep their human features almost intact, others have some noticeable body variations, but hehehe...N-Nothing that can't be put behind a mask and a suit!". She said body variations, I was not that aware of my body...But I never seem to freak out anybody, I had fangs, I could feel them inside my mouth but they were part of my set of teeth, nothing abnormal...Or so I hoped, after all, I did not developed all my abilities yet. Why was I here then? they are talking like if they had a finished set of experiments.

"What used do they have to me at that size? You can step on them and the whole operation is down." The man in black replied in a completely annoyed tone of voice. To be fair, he provided a valid point. I wasn't even a rival to the force of a thumb pressing over my head, all my fights back in the past while I tried to escape proved useless, they just picked me up with ease and put me in my room as if nothing had happened.

"Nothing to worry about, sir! They are pretty durable at that size, enough to be stepped on by accident and live to fight another day, we have tested that! But also, in their development, they all have a shared gene that allows them to grow to human size! Although most of their abilities are woken up by adrenaline and survival instincts, the growing gene is only activated by a vaccine we have made, taking their abilities proportionally to their new size!". She then showed up 2 small, nearly unnoticeable flasks in between her fingers, those seemed to be the vaccines. But I wondered...Why are there only 2 of those? Would they work on me? I am as a fact....defective. I don't have my whole set of abilities working up just yet. It didn't make any sense for them to just have 2 of those when having 10 of us.

After she put those flasks at one side, in a metal desk, a constant impact on the side of my enclosure started to call my attention. One of my many relatives started hitting the walls that divided us, I was so absorbed into the conversation that I forgot...We were all starving, some were shouting out their anger to be released. I tried to stay at the center in between those walls, tried to focus on something else, but right now it was impossible, I lost track of what the humans above were talking about...And everything I could hear next was.

"The best of them will be the one who survives the fight...We will clean up memories, set up obedience and provide the vaccine...They all heal, so we wont have to provide medical attention to the one that's left." Said the scientists, excited, nervous, looking at me knowing well that I was defective, I was not like the rest...I was weak. What was I supposed to do? Was I meant to fight? Surely there was something I forgot to hear. This can't be the last test for me! It was not fair! They were going to kill me!

Before I could even speak, try to communicate with these humans...these beings...The metal walls fell down the thin gaps in the ground, now I could see them, and they could see me. My siblings, bothers and sisters. With eyes fuelled with fury, hunger, bloodlust.

My heart started rushing like crazy, my legs were shaking, producing a slight pain that I could not tolerate, I wanted to fall down already, my chest could not handle my agitated breathing, opening some wounds from days before, making my blood come out in small proportions. I was a mess.

Some of my brothers had what I now understood as body variations, one of them had his jaw divided in 4 sections, with a full set of sharp teeth, dripping saliva at the sight of others. One of my sisters had 8 eyes crossing her whole face, and hands big enough to crush my head in between them. Another one had a big bone claw coming out of his wrist, bleeding all over the floor while that thing was coming out.

And the carnage began...

The once white floor was now full of blood, most of my brothers didn't hesitate to start attacking, not even one of them tried to avoid the conflict, they all knew that if we didn't kill each other, not even one was coming out alive. I tried to run, being my objective a corner in the "arena" we were placed to fight, my movement was sloppy due to how damaged my legs were, my balance was off, my arms felt numb. After all, I started receiving some strong hits from my kind, my ribs shattered, my lungs failing to keep the air, a brand new deep cut in my shoulder, but I never engaged, the moments they landed a cut, a hit, another one came to interrupt them, to try and kill them...it encouraged me to keep running, crawling, whatever movement it took for me to stay away from the danger, away from the pool of blood and guts. All this happening under the eyes of the humans, who watched every bit of the fight, not caring...But I felt something, in the middle of my panic, intense breathing, fast heartbeats. I was being observed.

It was a scientist? What was it? Besides the fact that I was cowering in fear, trying to hide in a corner. Why would I bring up any attention?

Again, the humans caught my focus, and when I came back to my senses, back to the reality I was facing, I could see right in front of me, my last older brother, stretching his arm at me, hissing, not sure if he tried to kill me, or was asking for me to save him...He was being choked to death by my last older sister, she used her webs around his neck, holding him, placing her foot on his back so he couldn't stand up, increasing the force on her arm. I was frozen in place, watching in horror how the lack of oxygen was killing him slowly. His face turned red, then purple...his eyes started bleeding, and everything ended with a loud "crack" before his head fell lifeless to the floor.

"Hm..." It was the only noise that my sister released at the look of me. Not anger, not hunger, not dissapointment. But it made my heart go all the way up to my throat.

Her once orange uniform was now red all over, her face, her hands, she was the strongest out of us all, she managed to survive all the battle...And it was curious.

She was like me, at least in the physical features, she didn't had any claws, nor a four-side opened jaw, no extra limbs, her eyes looked as human as I thought mine looked. Her wounds started to heal slowly while she licked over the blood that fell in her lips. Staring at me, approaching slowly, making me crawl against the wall of that arena, with no place to escape. I was the last one left to kill. But she didn't. Was she playing with her prey? Giving me a sense of hope to take it away the moment I felt calm?

She was 1 inch taller than me, it was common that due to our genetics females standed taller than males, also, her strenght was superior, so...Why was I still here?

She bend on her knees to have better eye contact with me, and after a couple of seconds, she gave me a little smile with lips closed, moving her index finger to her mouth, trying to tell me that I had to remain in silence. But why?

The answer to that was a hit on the neck with her open palm, enough force to knock me to the floor, but in my fear, in my shock. I didn't even resist. I stayed there, as quiet and still as a corpse.

The crystal ceiling opened, the humans seemed to not notice that I was alive, they tought she was done, that she was the only one left. And proud laughs could be heard from everyone in the room.

"Seems that we have the one!" Said the man in white mask, with a tone that was more optimistic than before, he was amused by the results.

The scientist were excited, like if they expected those words out of the man for a long time.

"Now, to finish this and move to the next step...We are going to take her t-" The words of the lead scientist were interrupted.

The lights went off, and the intense white brightness of the laboratory was replaced by an intermittent low red bright. An alarm in the walls filled the whole place with noise, and a gunshot followed soon...deafening my ears for a while.