#JUST BECAUSE HE ISN'T PHYSICALLY IN A CAGE DOESN'T MEAN THERE ISN'T A WALL THERE- [the sniper takes me out]

[ebbpettier]

i want to also say with the motion thing: baz is moving the entire time until he encounters something that he either literally or metaphorically sees as a wall.

[hvlcy0n]

being in a relationship with chika takiishi would be interesting, because in my brain, he doesn't see it as an equal-footing relationship but more as an opportunity to possess you. all that matters in his mind is that you're his. he never really considered being yours, but truthfully, he is, since you're one of the only two people in existence that intrigues him and he would give the time of day to. now, that's not to say he treats you horribly. in fact, he treats you better than anyone else--although, that's not particularly difficult to do, considering how he treats everyone else like a chewed wad of bubblegum stuck to the sole of his shoe.

you're the only person who can get away with touching him without being pummeled into the ground or receiving a cruel backhand to the cheek. he doesn't flinch when you reach to hold his hand or glide your fingers through his fiery ombre. endo almost pities you when he first sees you wrap your arms around chika's waist or throw your arms over his shoulders, fully expecting for you to be shoved to the ground or have your arm twisted behind your back until your shoulder pops out of its socket. but, he's rightfully stunned when chika remains still and lets you cuddle up to him, the only acknowledgement of your presence being a mere glance at you or a hand briefly placed on whatever part of your body he can reach first.

he knows how much chika loathes being restrained, so how you're not only still upright but now pressing your cheek against the wiry muscle of his shoulder, endo doesn't know. but i'll tell you one thing. baby, when chika says let go, you LET GO😭 he may not strike you, but if you don't listen the first time, he'll resort to physically prying you off him or shaking you off so that he can do whatever it is that he wanted to do.

to touch on the possession thing i first mentioned, he'll do whatever he pleases with you. it isn't often that the desire for sexual gratification or even just physical affection strikes, but whenever it does, he doesn't think twice about indulging. if he wants you cage you against a filthy alley wall and kiss you stupid, he will. if he wants you to sit in his lap instead of standing behind him or sitting next to him, he'll beckon you over with a jerk of his chin. if you're moving too slowly for his taste and he doesn't feel like listening to you whine when he abandons you, so he has the idea to yank you up and toss you over his shoulder, he will. he'll be silent unless you ask questions, and even then, he might stay quiet, depending on whether or not he feels they're worth answering. don't think of trying to get down, either.

if he wants to do or say something, he'll do it. because who's gonna stop him? who's gonna whoop his ass? who's gonna be bold enough to see chika with his hand on you and think that trying to approach or kidnap you would bode well for them? exactly.

he's still not super talkative, but you're more likely to get a response or be approached of his own volition than the wide majority of people, so that counts for something, i suppose. he just kind of exists in your vicinity--or rather, you in his. if you were to tell endo that a day would arrive where someone is genuinely comfortable and unguarded when in chika's presence, he would've thought you were full of shit. but, here you are.

he doesn't get jealous, per se, but he does get possessive. you are his, and the wide majority of people are aware. however, that doesn't mean that you don't have the occasional guy who've either never heard of chika or don't know that you two are together.

chika has never been one to meddle in other people's affairs, often passing by conflicts or shady behavior without even batting an eye. and at first, when he hears the usual spiel of some guy trying to chat up some girl around the corner, he ignores it, uncaring. but, just as he's about to tune out the background noise, the man says something that piques his interest.

"that's a pretty necklace ya got there. what's it say? chika? lemme see."

"don't fucking touch me! that's my boyfriend's name!"

chika's footsteps pause, his attention drifting in the direction of the sound. it's you. that's all he needs to know before he's rerouting himself and making his way toward the source. his blank expression doesn't waver even as he rounds the corner and comes face to face with a broad, muscular back clad in a faux leather jacket. whatever guy is speaking to you hasn't noticed him, preoccupied with towering over you and trying to weasel his way into pawing at the sparkling pendant resting on your chest. you're shuffling backward, forehead creased apprehensively and hands drawn up to your chest protectively.

"hey."

it's only one word, yet it shatters the atmosphere like a whip crack, splitting apart your harasser's control at the seams. chika can see the goosebumps that prickle over the back of his neck as he whirls around to face him.

"the fuck do you want?" the stranger, still attempting to save face and scrape together his dignity despite having been rattled by chika's aura, brazenly steps up to him. "can't you see we're talkin' here?"

but, chika isn't even looking at him, his attention focused just past his shoulder at where you're standing. at the sight of your boyfriend, your eyes gleam with relief, and your muscles visibly relax. "chika!" you beam.

"ah, so you're chika." your harasser muses. "stupid move, lettin' your bitch wander off on--"

chika breezes forward without bothering to let him finish. in the process, his shoulder collides with the man's, knocking him off balance and leaving him teetering haphazardly on one foot before he quickly steadies himself.

"hey!"

his objection falls on deaf ears as chika clutches your wrist and tugs you toward him, his grip so tight that it's nearly bruising. you stumble, narrowly avoiding bumping into him.

"i'm fine--" your reassurance is cut off when chika abruptly seizes your face, fingers dimpling the skin of your cheeks and consequently puckering your lips as he angles your face this way and that. his eyes roam your face, dark with that same unreadable shadow you've grown accustomed to seeing. you whine in protest, hands lifting to rest on his forearm, but you don't push him off.

the strange man reaches for chika, eyes alight with flame. "what the hell do you--"

you don't even have time to process chika's arm being ripped away from you before there's a sickening, dull crack and a spatter of blood sailing through the air. all you can do is stand there in shock while your harasser slumps to the concrete in a pitiful heap, eyes fluttering as his consciousness slips and scarlet pouring from his smashed nose. chika casually lowers his hand back to his side as if nothing were amiss. he spares his handiwork a single glance before calmly stepping over it and heading back in the direction he came.

"let's go."

you don't hesitate to follow.

[trashcatsnark]

I love your deputy so much, she's such an icon. If she had to choose one Seed to be stuck in a bunker with, which one would it be??

AHHHHH, YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!

God, hmmm, really good question- ironically, I think despite arguably being the one she's more scared of in some respects- probably Jacob. In the reaping, he's the one she's initially the most scared to confront because just physically she feels the least capable of kicking his ass. And arguably he's also the gruffest with her, but honestly I think in some respects that's actually what makes him feel more manageable to her in a bunker situation.

Faith would play fake nice, try to fill her head with lies, talk about fate and how this was meant to be. Very touchy, hovering, needling because this is her chance to convert the deputy to earn Joseph's praise in New Eden- until the Bliss withdrawals hit. If they're in some random bunker, but honestly even if a Edens Gate bunker- short of it being Faith's bunker, I doubt it'd be enough to keep her balanced just given how much she was inhaling daily. Then it goes from constantly dealing with her fake passivity, lies, attempts at manipulation to having to help her and handling the instability, moodswings, and physical symptoms. One moment Joseph is their savior, this was meant to be, she'll see when the gates open- next moment, he's a monster, made her do this, you don't really blame her, do you? Dahlia would probably lose her mind trying to manage and help, though maybe once the worse of it passes and Faith starts to feel a little bit more like Rachel, it'd be a bit easier.

John would drive her up a fucking wall. Because, similarly- this is his chance, he can finally get his yes, his confession- seven years to pull every sin from her throat. And Dahlia doesn't really do emotional vulnerability and confessions. Even if John wasn't nuts. He's badgering her constantly, however unlike Faith- he doesn't need withdrawal to make him unstable, he just is. Somedays it's sickly sweet, promising how much relief confession brings- that she'll be welcomed into the new Eden if she just said yes. Other days when his patience has ran its course- it's volatile snapping, attempts at physical force. They could definitely have some calmer moments, they both like drawing and art, but he's so up and down, she'd never feel completely sure if she should be walking on eggshells or if she can tell him to fuck off without getting a mug thrown at her head.

Joseph is... Joseph, of course. All of the Seeds are intense, of course, but he's the king of intense. Boundaries- fake, lies, Satan made those up. Personal space- never heard of her. Not only tries to get in her head about Edens Gate, fate, family, becoming his family- but he's praying constantly, near her, by her, with her by force. Oddly enough, walk with me here, I think he'd keep her handcuffed the longest. We give Jacob shit about his cages and control freak tendencies, Joseph is the bigger control freak, hence running a cult, and also not as bothered by the pragmatism of it. Mean I have to bathe you- alright, gotta chauffeur you to the bathroom, okay. He needs to be heard, he needs an audience- how can you preach if no one is listening, how can you lead if no one will follow? He's going to be on her like a leech.

Jacob, our winner winner chicken dinner, is a lot of things- 9 times out of 10 needy isn't one of those things. As much as he likes to hear himself talk sometimes, he also isn't wasting his time and energy on preaching at her- especially now that the bombs hit, surviving is more important than converting. He definitely keeps her handcuffed for a bit, but once she makes it clear she's not gonna try anything, he'll let her go for practicalitys sake- maybe taunting that he can keep her under control,but the biggest worry is him making her hurt someone else- and who's he gonna make her hurt? The water heater? And while Jacob has an intense presence, he doesn't have a suffocating one. He doesn't give a shit about learning about all her sins, he doesn't care if she believed beyond some gloating that the world ended like he said- but otherwise he's more concerned if she eats more than she should because we gotta ration our supplies you idiot. He's a dick, he's smug, he sometimes hums only you just to get a cheap laugh when she gets panicky- but he gives her more space than any of the other siblings which ironically draws her closer, because she's a fucking cat.

John, Joseph, and Faith give her so much attention she feels overwhelmed like a cat being squeezed by an overexcited child.

Jacob gives her attention when needed, so she's more prone to plopping down near him and trying to poke her nose in his business.

Which is why of course why the best solution is to throw them all in with her so, he can balance them out.... kind of

[chickenstrangers]

Once again thinking about how Moonlight Chicken says home is more than a place, but rather it's the people in it. The show is about finding home, and building it, together.

Wen expresses this desire very explicitly to Jim. His biggest dream is to find a home: "Home where someone waits for me. When I get home, all my tiredness is gone. When I'm home, I have peace of mind. Not just a place to sleep." Jim asks, doesn't he already have a home? But he doesn't.

Wen is still relatively new to Pattaya; though the timeline is unclear, it doesn't seem as if he has fully settled in yet enough to feel at home. He doesn't really belong, and Jim echoes this insecurity when he says Wen doesn't seem very suited to Pattaya. Wen lives in a place that he shares with his ex, even sleeping in the same bed. His only close friend is Gong, who he works with and who is also friends with his ex. He is close to his family but they don't live in the same city. He has no sense of home and no real sense of community. As he tells Jim, he took a risk moving to Pattaya, and in this city, until he met Jim, it seems he was quite isolated and lonely, which I've talked about before. For Wen, the concept of home is wrapped up in the desire for partnership, finding home in a person, but also not feeling so alone in general. He says, "I can live anywhere, but it's damn lonely."

Jim, on the other hand, does have a community, a very strong one that he has cultivated over many years. He has Li Ming of course, but also Saleng and Praew, and Gaipa and Mrs. Hong. When he goes to the market he knows everyone and everyone knows him. His patrons at the diner form part of his community, which he is obviously very conscious of with his acts of generosity giving away free food; he's more interested in keeping everyone fed than making a profit. In many ways, Jim is a community leader, he's looked up to, called Uncle/Lung. Jim has the type of home that Wen lacks, but it doesn't necessarily feel like a home to him. "Someone like me isn't fit to be anybody's home."

Jim's home is stagnant, he doesn't want to take risks anymore. He created the home he has now years before, both the diner and his house that he lived in with Beam. These physical walls that contained that sense of home with Beam, and then expanded to include Li Ming and Saleng and Gaipa and others. But at this point they're caging him in, suffocating both him and Li Ming. Li Ming is desperate to escape Pattaya and the chicken diner, not out of a lack of gratitude for the home Jim built, but because he wants to make his own home, and also because he sees how trapped Jim is and doesn't want that for himself. Jim, on the other hand, cannot let go of the past and its physical mementos, even though it’s the anchor weighing him down, and even though he is aware of this.

Jim tells Wen that he both loves and hates his diner. It is a daily reminder of all that he had and built with Beam, with all the awful and beautiful connotations that come with it. It reminds him of the love he had and probably still has to some painful extent for Beam, of Beam's betrayal, of all he lost when Beam died and none of it was in his own name. But in the end, Jim says, "I love my diner so damn much." The love outweighs the hate, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

At the end of the show, both Wen and Jim find a home with each other but also with their community. Jim closes down the diner, but by opening up the food truck, learns that the people will still come to him, that losing the diner doesn't mean losing his community. The diner family are disparate at the end of the show, Saleng working elsewhere and starting his own family with Praew, Li Ming and Heart about to go to the US, but everyone can come back to share in that sense of community. Because home is about love, not place. Jim finally has a home that lets him look towards the future, and Wen finally has a home filled with love and community. And they have each other.

[givehimthemedicine]

a few more bloodstain thoughts: Brenner / Test Room 2 edition

(this is an easier one and there's no crime scene pics, fear not)

TLDR; main takeaways: 1) the blood on Brenner is screwy and 2) there's possible evidence of two unknown players entering Test Room 2 while Brenner was unconscious

I don't get Brenner's shirt blood any more than I get One's shirt blood

sir, why and how are wounds on the right side of your face bleeding onto your left collar? you don't appear to be injured there. like at all.

"maybe it dripped when his head was turned-" he hasn't bled enough for it to even run down to his chin. also, he woke up like that.

he would've had to be vertical when these drips happened. but the door knocked him right down, and he hasn't stood up yet, and the blood is already there.

"what if those aren't drips, but transfer?"

ok sure. could be. he does hug Ten's bloody face, after all. that's a great way to transfer blood.

but he hugs Ten into his right shoulder. and, we see it doesn't transfer any blood.

but those stains are sooo transferry. suspiciously like he already did hug Ten on his left side when the blood was fresher. blood tracks down his face and dripped onto his chest would line up decently with the Brenner shirt blood.

no matter how you explain it, the events that put that blood on Brenner's shirt are missing.

and something about them both having blood on their left collar is. idk. I mean One's is spatter and Brenner's is either passive or transfer so they def happened differently but still. I'm itchy

whose blood is on the EEG machine?

obviously, somebody fell and hit the sharp metal corner of this EEG machine.

but we saw Brenner get hit straight on by the door. his face wounds should just be from the door. he didn't spin around and hit his face on this thing too.

arrow pointing to the corner that winds up with blood on it. just to understand its position in the room.

it's possible the door knocked Brenner back and the cart spun a little and he hit his head on that corner of that thing. but the back of his head isn't bleeding. his hair is white enough that we'd see it easily.

could be Ten's blood I guess, although he wasn't very directly in the blast path. I suppose the blood puddle under the EEG net is a vote for that - OOPS no, wait, we get a very good look at Ten's head and it's not bloody, nor is the back of his gown.

can that EEG tell us anything else?

the paper feeds out continuously, in fact it's still on and feeding out a flat line reading when Brenner wakes up.

we know it flatlines when you take the thing off your head.

I'll bet some smart person could take the rate at which that paper comes out and approximate how much paper is coiled up on the floor and do the monster math about how much time has elapsed. not me tho

I'd like to know another means of measuring how much time has elapsed. because according to the RR clock, 45 minutes pass between Brenner taking Ten for lessons and Brenner coming into the RR to say "what have you done". but that clock doesn't always tell the truth. so idk.

Test Room 2 and the cat room

there is that cage in the background.

and that is the same EEG as El's in the cat scene. like the exact same one, you can tell by these dings in the paint:

@henrysglock you've just been all over Test Room 2 - what do you think about this being the same room?

I mean, It's Not. the hallways outside these two rooms aren't remotely the same, and the whole s1 and s4 labs are wholly different. but I mean like, in a timelines way...? is there anything here?

(no point really, I'm just throwing things at the wall. I don't know why but I want this to be the room El drew)

Test Room 2 doorway blood stain

in pondering james' creature attack theory I was wondering whether I could blame the same impact that blew the door in for leaving that blood stain. in other words, could a creature have physically busted that door with a swipe of a bloody hand.

I'm gonna say no, separate event, because

the door looks bent in the middle (looks at the sparks fly off that center hinge), not so low to the ground. if force at the bottom blew the door off it wouldn't have flown in top-first when it hit Brenner

if the blood goes as far in as the stop moulding, it would have touched the door too, had the door been closed when that happened. I don't see any blood on the door

so this blood got transferred after the door was off.

I wanna know who or what was bouncing from wall to wall all down these halls sooooo bloody but not bloody enough to leave blood trails on the floor.

say you're mortally wounded and dragging yourself aaaggh down the hallway, leaning against the wall because you can't stand upright, and you pass across an open doorway - wouldn't you tend to kinda fall into it?

maybe no one slid across it. maybe it fits better with someone getting dragged into it, kinda like this:

of course then we're missing other evidence that should go along with that idea though (you'd think there might be bloody hand streaks on the floor; Ten's and Brenner's hands aren't bloody) (can I blame this on El's bloody hands?)

this other doorway-oriented bloodstain also looks like someone with bloody hands being dragged towards the doorway/into the room, but once again the dead occupant's hands are clean:

we know SOMEBODY entered Test Room 2 and killed Ten while Brenner was knocked out. but the killer wouldn't be the bloody hands person, because the bloody hands person was dragged in there against their will. the killer would enter freely, voluntarily.

so if those are hand-grab-smears on those doorways, that gives us TWO unknown entities entering those rooms.

why are there no footprints?

boy they really wanted me to see what it looks like for a demodog to bust down a metal door. and granted the prison door is probably a lot heavier than the lab door, but it took him a few tries and the door didn't seem to dent.

anyway going to get that gif to compare to the Test Room 2 door caused me to notice this demodog leaving its bloody footprints on the floor. Russian demogorgon also has very bloody hands and face after killing.

we can conclude from the massacre stains that at least one person, somewhere, is VERY injured and catastrophically bleeding. if I blame this on a creature, that means said creature is also very bloody. which made me realize I don't see any creature tracks in the lab.

this is not anti-creature-theory though, because there are other creatures besides demodogs, and because whatever dragged Billy didn't leave tracks, and because I also don't see bloody shoeprints even though we know there were many people present.

like, especially this splatter in the RR for which the easiest explanation is that somebody stomped in it. where did that person's next step land?

(lol 007 please come to a full and complete stop. you are dead.)

NOBODY stepped in ANYTHING? this feels staged. I mean, it is. but staged-by-the-lab or something too.

[scoobydoodean]

A few more thoughts here:

Sam's soul is being treated as an object it is not

In 6.10, Crowley calls Sam's soul nastier than dirty rags. Cas calls it a "thing". These descriptors objectify the soul. We are extremely familiar with the fact, at this point in the series, that the soul is not a "thing" or an "it". It's not a moldy goddamn sandwich. It's SAM. We have seen Sam as a soul (4.15, 5.16) and he was no less Sam than any other time we saw him. The only difference was what plane he was walking around on. Cas knows this. He knows souls are not "things". Crowley knows this too. Dean also knows. Dean actually knows this on a more recent and personal level than anyone in the room in 6.10 because HIS soul was tortured in hell for decades.

When Dean was a soul being tortured in hell, he was conscious and cognizant of all of it. He was conscious and cognizant of it while it was happening and not just after he got his body back or he wouldn't have broken as a soul in hell the first place. If souls weren't capable of conscious thought and choice and didn't have meaningful experiences as a part of the whole person (which we already know they do because we've SEEN it multiple times), Dean wouldn't have had the capacity to break in hell. People's souls in Supernatural experience the same thoughts and feelings just in a spiritual plane. Sam's soul, in The Cage, is a completely cognizant, thinking, feeling, emoting, choosing part of him that is suffering and that will continue to suffer this same torture for literal eternity. When Sam's body is long decayed and dead and soulless Sam is no more, SAM will still be fully conscious and alive in The Cage (because souls do not ever break) suffering. It isn't a "thing". It's not an "it". It's SAM.

When Cas calls Sam's soul a "mutilated thing", he KNOWS BETTER. He just doesn't WANT to. Cas is using humans (and monsters) as currency and power sources. Thinking of other people's souls as "things" and "its" creates emotional distance for Cas.

This is about mental trauma—not physical damage

Trapped under all this talk about Sam's soul being a piece of tattered garbage, when you work down to the core of it... none of it actually seems to have anything to do with the physical state of Sam's soul?? We'll see if I change my mind on this later. But Death only speaks on the state of Sam's soul after Dean brings it up asking about the damage. Death confirms that Sam's soul is "Flayed to the raw nerve". Okay. But what does that really mean? Because Death also says:

The soul can be bludgeoned, tortured, but never broken. Not even by me.

Okay. So souls are resilient. They can experience terrible pain and be tortured, but they don't break—ever. So then... what's the problem?How do we reconcile these statements?

Death immediately redirects to focusing on Sam's memories of the torture as the problem they actually need to address—not his actual soul's physical state.

Can't erase Sam's hell, but I can...put it behind a wall, if you will. In his mind --a dam to hold back the tide. Nasty, those memories. You don't want to know what they'll do to him. Believe me.

Okay. So this horrible thing that might happen to Sam has nothing to do with the current physical state of his soul or really his soul itself at all? Sam's soul isn't going to puncture like a spicy pillow and turn him into a bomb or some shit. It's that souled Sam is carrying emotional baggage that soulless Sam isn't. That's what all of this boils down to in the end. What is really being said in 6.10 is, “Sam will (possibly) be so traumatized from The Cage that he isn’t worth trying to save from the torture he is actively suffering.”

Note: I do think this entire plot line is ridiculous, because nobody said a damn thing about Dean being too damaged by 30 years of torture on the rack to be reinstalled back in his body and expected to function. Sam is going to be decimated by the memory of a year of torture in The Cage (hold that thought about hell time happening in doggie years) but nobody batted an eye and expected Dean to function like a normal human after 40 with ZERO questions? The lore is not lore-ing. And PLEASE don't tell me some petulant archangel is a better torturer than Alastair. We actually reference Dean's hell trauma and Alastair's absolute status as the king of torture in this very same episode (6.10) between Dean and Meg, so I think we're supposed to make this connection. It's supposed to be on our minds that Alastair—above all—could make anyone mentally break. So I'd easily hand Alastair the edge in terms of torturous creativity when it comes to making souls suffer traumatic experiences. And Dean was brought back from that by Cas so why is Cas specifically suddenly so concerned? The source of Dean’s confusion is very sound. Is Dean traumatized from Hell? Yes. Did Cas still get him out? Yes. Would Dean be better off being on the rack for eternity just because he’s traumatized? No. That makes no sense at all.

wait cas was lying about sam’s soul being too damaged?? i thought death also confirmed that? it’s been a while since i’ve watched s6 so maybe i’m not remembering smth?

Some might prefer the description "Cas is being highly misleading". What I mean moreso is that I don't think Cas actually thought returning Sam's soul was the wrong move despite the risks (and it is always spoken of as "risk" not as fact). His motives when he said that were not what they seem. What first made me start thinking about this is that Cas did a 180 in the middle of 6.10. Soulless Sam prayed, demanding Cas's help finding his soul. Cas agreed to help Sam find his soul because he was concerned about him. He said Sam "needed help". Then midway through the episode, Cas changed his mind and started telling Dean that putting Sam's soul back in is a bad idea. Why did he change his mind?

Two crucially important details emerge here in hindsight:

First, when Cas first agreed to help, he did not know that Sam and Dean's plan was to make Crowley return Sam's soul. He also didn't know they had Meg waiting in the wings to help them torture and kill Crowley. After agreeing to help, Cas finds out they're looking for Crowley—his secret business partner—which is a problem for Cas. However, Sam and Dean have no idea where Crowley is in the beginning so it isn't an issue at first. Sam and Dean ask Cas to do a tracking spell and it doesn't work (is that because Crowley covered his tracks well, or is it because Cas didn't really do the spell because he didn't want them to find Crowley?) It's only after Sam and Dean figure out where Crowley is from Samuel and Meg shows up with her demons (Cas asking, "Why are we working with these abominations?" but underneath, knowing Sam and Dean have serious backup!) and they're all ready to leave for Crowley's lair within the hour, that Cas suddenly says he doesn't think Sam's soul should be put back in.

Second, Cas knows Crowley did not get Sam out of The Cage—HE did. To force Sam and Dean to do his bidding, Crowley lied to Sam and Dean and told them he got Sam out of The Cage and he could throw him back in. This is why Sam and Dean assume they can threaten Crowley into getting Sam's soul out of The Cage. Cas knows Crowley can't get Sam's soul out of The Cage and this is a fruitless mission. Which means when he says "maybe we shouldn't do this because Sam's soul shouldn't be returned" he isn't being honest about the reason he doesn't want them to go. Getting Sam's soul is not a thing that's going to happen at the end of this anyway!!!

So Cas starts the episode wanting to help return Sam's soul, but midway through, when The Winchesters and Meg storming Crowley's lair is imminent, Cas starts saying Sam's soul is a "mutilated thing" that shouldn't be put back.

[kimsgoeun]

☠ five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did. (yeol/jae)

@cass1x1

i. Bad First Impressions Are An Understatement. It's only been a week and he's already slowly being driven up the wall. Not wanting a bodyguard following him around is bad enough, but having Jae specifically around is somehow becoming a living, waking nightmare. A seething comment there. A sarcastic remark there. Yeol doesn't understand why Jae insists on saying something about everything. Nor does he understand why the other man seems to dislike him even though they've barely shared more than a few curt conversations. He's never met someone so utterly and completely... annoying. At least not someone he hasn't been able to at least ignore and avoid (an impossible feat considering the man's been hired to follow him around). Yeol cannot recall ever a time he's ever wanted to hit someone before just to get rid of them.

ii. It's One After Another. Whatever breath he's holding isn't released the moment he's safe at home. It's difficult to let go of the tension in his shoulders when he's still stuck with Jae to deal with. There must be some kind of silent signal to the other man, because he's in front of him in the blink of an eye. In his face. In his space. That coil inside of him winds tighter. His eyes narrow in the other's direction. "I cannot deal with you right now," he utters out sharply. It doesn't work - it never does - and Jae only smirks in response. Laughs when Yeol recoils at the hand that brushes over his chest. He sucks in a breath, releasing the urge to shove him out of his way.

iii. It's Probably Nothing... Probably Jae's lips hover over his. Tempting. Challenging. He hates it. Him. Hates that he very much considers closing the distance just to put himself out of this misery. It's not as if this means anything to Jae. Or to him. It doesn't mean anything to him... Right? His hands clench at his sides, heart hammering away in his rib cage. Yeol should shove him away. Push him and tell him to back off. But he teeters between self-preservation and falling off the edge of that cliff. Another thing he blames Jae for. He wonders how much he's going to hate himself for giving in. But he also wonders if he'd hate himself more or less if he actually did something against Jae.

iv. Off Kilter "Leave. Me. Alone." He enunciates the words, but it has no affect on Jae even when Yeol stalks out of the room to head to his office. He's still right on his heels and too close for comfort. A slow, uneven breath passes his lips when a hand grabs his arm and forces him to face him. What happened? The question throws him off. Especially with a look akin to concern is written over Jae's face instead of his usual smug mockery. That throws him off. He doesn't know what to do with that. Say to that. But it pisses him off that suddenly Jae's found some kind of heart. It's the last thing he needs right now. His eyes narrow and he rips his arm out of his grasp. "Why do you even care?" Seeing a returned glare somehow is more comforting. At least Yeol's gotten the reaction he prefers this way rather than resorting to some kind of physical harm.

v. The Thought Doesn't Count His headache is worse than usual. Sleep is the obvious answer to his predicament, but the mountain of work to get through says otherwise. It's fine, he's used to it. Except Jae doesn't seem to accept that as an answer. "I need to finish this--" "--No, you need to take a break." It's the same argument over and over again, and again, Yeol doesn't see why it matters to the other man. But he's losing his patience when he's dragged out of his chair, laptop forcefully shut closed mid-email. Who's to say what's exasperating his headache at that point: the lack of sleep or the lack of boundaries between them. Jae doesn't let him sidestep him. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but this--" he gestures between them standing dangerously close together, "--this doesn't help. You're not helping. I have better things to do than be distracted by you." His breath hitches ever so slightly when Jae steps forward. Hates that he reacts in any way whatsoever because of him. That trademark smirk makes its appearance on the other's face. "Doesn't seem that way to me." God, how he'd love to wipe that smirk off his face just once.

vi. The Water Boils Over Yeol doesn't exactly remember what they're arguing about, but it's not as if this one is any different than the rest of them. At least it isn't until it is. "It's not like we mean anything to each other." The words hang in the air, and yet his blood boils at how casually Jae states it. So matter of factly. As if months of whatever the hell they're doing adds up to nothing more than some random one night stand. Yeol reacts without thinking. His fist clips the corner of Jae's jaw, sending him back a few steps and Yeol freezes as the scene before him finally dawns on him. The vehement glare shot in his direction isn't what freaks him out though, nor does the idea of what Jae might do in retaliation. No. It's the why behind the punch that freaks him out. The answer seems to be screaming right at him as does the ache in his hand. Shit.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Don't Go

“We're over.”

Daniel's shoving clothes in his suitcase as he says it, growing increasingly frustrated that all his garments were bought by Armand. Everything on this damn island belongs to Armand. Even him, he sometimes thinks.

Armand moves with a cat's grace behind him, watching him pack and throw things about the room. “Daniel, calm down, please. Your heart is beating so fast; I'm worried.”

Fuck yeah, his heart is beating fast. Feels like it might explode in his chest. He's never felt quite like this before. It's like his anxiety is manifesting physically. “Worried for my health? You know what would fix that?”

Armand sighs. “I've told you, you don't know what you're asking for. This is no life.”

“Says the guy whose lived nearly 500 years.” Daniel shoves his tape recorder into his suitcase. It's what started this whole mess. Sometimes, he wishes Armand let him die in that room all those years ago. “I mean it this time. I'm not coming back.”

Armand crosses the distance between them and catches him by the arms. “Daniel, my boy, don't leave like this. The sun will be rising soon. Come to bed.”

He's used to falling asleep with Armand, and waking without him. He doesn't know where Armand sleeps. He doesn't know much about Armand at all, when it gets right down to it.

“No, that isn't going to work. Don't make those eyes at me.” He jerks away from Armand's grip and puts space between them. Only because Armand allows it, of course. Armand could make him do anything he pleased. Could keep him trapped here like a rat in a cage.

He wouldn't though. Doesn't have to. Daniel always comes back, that's the sad thing.

“Shall I see you off then?”

Daniel swears and glares at him. “Could you at least pretend to take me seriously?”

“I take you very seriously. I have, the last half dozen times you've left 'for good' as you said.”

Daniel throws a shoe at him. It whizzes over his shoulder without touching him. Armand doesn't look fazed. He merely sighs, as if greatly put upon. He never makes too much of a fuss when Daniel leaves, not after the first few times. Why should he? Daniel always returns.

“You're an asshole,” Daniel says, zipping up the suitcase and moving to the door.

Part of Daniel wishes Armand would make more of an effort to make him stay, not this token performance. Where's the passion? Where's that singular, burning intensity they have when they fuck? Why isn't Armand afraid of losing him?

“Would you like me to chase after you? Stop your plane from leaving? Is that what you want, some grand, romantic gesture?”

Daniel points an angry finger at him. “Stay out of my head.”

Armand closes the distance between them and manhandles Daniel into the wall. Daniel shoves at his chest and kicks his shin, but it's pointless. Nothing can hurt Armand. (And he wouldn't do it if it could, he doesn't really want to hurt him. He just doesn't like feeling so powerless.)

Armand presses him harder into the wall and kisses him. Daniel bites at his mouth. Armand only laughs against him and kisses him harder. Daniel's hands on his chest go from pushing to gripping as he decides one last kiss isn't so bad. He parts his lips for Armand's tongue and sucks at it greedily. Armand's hands slide down his body to his hips, then slide under his shirt. “My Daniel, don't go.”

It's murmured against his mouth, spoken like a true plea. It's only Armand telling him what he thinks he wants to hear. Fucking bastard. Always giving him what he wants, except the one thing he really wants. Daniel's about to tell him what an ass he is, then Armand breaks the kiss and mouths over his neck. It isn't warm, like a mortal lover, but cool. Still, it feels nice and Daniel can't help but lean his head back and enjoy it.

Armand kisses and licks over his neck and worries at his skin, sucking the blood to the surface but refusing to bite down. It's the worst sort of tease. Daniel clutches the handle of his suitcase in one hand and buries his free hand in Armand's hair. “Give it to me, you fucking tease.”

Armand obliges and bites down. It hurts only at first, then dimly the way pain can enhance pleasure. Daniel lets out a moan and Armand slips a hand into his pants, rubs over Daniel's hardening cock.

“Christ,” Daniel mutters. Armand's hand wraps around him and begins to stroke. It's too rough and too dry—and Armand can read minds, so of course he hears Daniel think it. His solution is to unlatch from Daniel's neck—Daniel whines at the loss—and spit blood into his hand. He wraps in back around Daniel and pumps him with renewed vigor. His mouth reattaches to Daniel's neck and Daniel groans like a whore.

“Ah, ah, right there baby, don't stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

Armand pulls back when Daniel begins to feel dizzy, ignores the hand in his hair trying to tug him back down. He tears a nail across his own throat and offers it to Daniel. Daniel latches onto to it and drinks like a man dying of thirst.

The flavor of iron bursts over his tongue and everything narrows into focus, everything becomes more, brighter, sharper, better. He loves it, loves it, loves “-you, love you.”

The suitcase falls from his hand and he clutches Armand's arm as he comes. Armand guides him away from his neck and kisses him. Daniel can taste his own blood in Armand's mouth. He kisses him harder, until he can't breathe. He pulls away panting and delirious.

Armand glances down to the suitcase. “Come to bed, I'll help you unpack tomorrow.”

Daniel swallows the rising bile in his throat and nods. “Yeah, okay.”

Looks like Armand got what he wants this time.

He always does.

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also you can read it here on ao3

[katsigian]

🖊🖊🖊 for valen, nikita and hart pls 👀👍

Thank you so much! From this ask game

VALEN KINLAW

-- Starting fairly early on in his life, Valen's been taking part in bare-knuckle fights. Sometimes it's because he needs to (either for work or because he's threatened and needs to defend himself) or because he's just itching for a fight. Physicality has always been a good output for Valen when things are overwhelming, be it because he's had a really rough week or past issues got triggered again. He's gotten better at going to the gym at his work facility, but he still prefers a real target. So he visits underground fighting rings on occasion. Tournament style usually, bare-knuckle, register at the dingy front "reception". Crowds of less-than-savoury patrons and gangers betting on the fights. Valen won't use his first name, usually just his alias.

Picture a grungy, dirty building with shuttered windows and low stadium seating, bright lights centered on the ring and red ones everywhere else. Blood still on the mat. Chain-link walls rather than ring ropes, that type of vibe. And Valen in nothing but pants and boots ready to get some of that pent-up aggression and stress out. He does very well, having been both trained informally and formally. Plus the years of experience beginning at 16 means he's got a vicious, dirty fighting style. Typically ending fights in some brutal fashion. He doesn't go without getting wounded, usually leaving with at least a few cuts and bruises that'll heal within a few days. If he leaves covered in blood, 8 times out of 10 it isn't his.

-- He's an excellent swimmer and used to spend plenty of time at the ocean. Valen loves beaches and water, being outside in the sun hence why he's so tan and his freckles are so strong. He still has a small collection of sea glass, interesting rocks, and shells that he used to randomly pick up. They're kept in a glass jar on his desk and he can remember each beach they came from.

-- He knows constellations and stars and planets by heart. He can tilt his head up and tell you all about the planets, the brightest stars, can point out the constellations and name all of the ones he can see. It's mostly because of how many nights he's spent awake. He first started learning them during his service in 2068-2071 where he'd be on patrol at night. It was one of these times that he found an old almanac in an abandoned nomad camp, and learned about the sky from it every night for almost four months while on a posting. As such, he's also excellent at navigating according to the stars.

HART THORNE

Okay so I haven't formally introduced him yet but I do have plenty of information on him. He's the oldest friend of Valen.

-- They met when they were fourteen and latched onto each other. Both of them having fathers that were heavy handed and mean, they could bond over shared sympathy and interests. Both Hart and Valen loved surfing and they'd try slip away on the weekends to go to the ocean. Hart's dad wasn't as terrible as Callen, Valen's dad, but Hart was still traumatized, having been through much of the same indoctrination as Valen was.

-- Hart nowadays is Valen's tattoo artist. Valen draws the tattoos, Hart puts them onto Valen. Usually, they'll chat late into the night, drinking in Hart's studio in Vista del Rey. He's also Valen's corner guy for cage fights and sparring partner. Hart doesn't have the skill that Valen does in hand to hand combat, but he can hold his own. There's been a few times where they accidentally hurt each other, a punch not pulled fast enough, and they'll sit there laughing even though one of them has a bleeding nose.

NIKITA BLAKE

-- She does mercenary work, but focuses mainly on women who need aid (all kinds of women, not solely biological). Nikita is a good talker and an even better listener, naturally sympathetic and caring. She does well at taking the work that needs a softer hand.

-- Nikita isn't the brawling type, even if she's shifted. Far more cunning and sly than anything else, and is good at talking people down. She'll avoid confrontation if necessary.

-- Her connections help her out with her jobs immensely. Noel, her brother, is Trauma Team and she can call him if a client is injured and needs transport. Her husband is Max-Tac and he has experience with conflict/combat for when things get dicey. Valen, her cousin, is for when she needs something done that neither Max-Tac or Trauma should be involved in.

[theboykingsmichaelsword]

correction:

although it's the same shoulder and same technical motion both times, hallucination!sam goes in with a casual ownership that's very dominant very i'm-the-biggest-dog-in-the-room-and-we-both-know-it and even has dean backed up against the wall, physically unable to rebuff or escape him

which is followed with hallucination!sam escalating the present threat with full-on choking

samifer on the other hand still moves casually but it's less i'm-the-big-dog and more i-just-Am (truly a move from dad's book), not only that but when samifer reaches for dean it's half-apologetic half-conciliatory because "it must be painful speaking to me in this shape...but it had to be your brother, it had to be"

then samifer not only allows dean to rebuff him but also takes a moment to assure dean he doesn't need to be afraid (which is so psychosis-inducing because 1. this is the devil 2. of course the devil would lie to you and tell you he's not a threat, only 3. he actually ISN'T lying he's not a threat to dean in this moment because hurting him would be redundant and also sidenote 4. "be not afraid" is pure angel 101 which the devil was before his fall & technically lucifer still is and considers himself to be)

and unlike hallucination!sam, samifer doesn't escalate with physical violence or move to cage dean against anything to remind him how vulnerable he is, he just walks away unconcerned because it doesn't matter dean doesn't matter not in this world where lucifer already got everything he wanted

both times dean is Helpless and Victim but the former is a hallucinated event preying on dean's fear of an inate corruption in sam's soul as well as his fear of dying and going back to hell AND ALSO the possibility of dying at his brother's hand

while the latter has dean being written off as not even worthy of killing, highlighting his insignificance* in the face/aftermath of "destiny"

*jokes on heaven and hell because dean existing means a dean that loves sam enough to stay with him which means a sam who loves his brother enough to abort the apocalypse

the demon!sam that dean hallucinates in yellow fever touches his shoulder in the same gentle way lucifer!sam does in the end and idk how i'm supposed to process that

[bunny9girl]

Shanks/Usopp/Ace x abusive reader.s/o

Warning: Kissing, abuse, Nyctophobia, claustrophobia, sexual abuse, little nsfw!

Thanks for the request Omega-ish

Hope you enjoy❤

Portgas D. Shanks 🍺

🍺The Four Emperors are the four most dangerous and powerful pirate captains in the world. 

🍺And yes Shanks is one of them, and on top of that his a alpha.

🍺His a strong, passionate and brave man.

🍺Just by looks others might get the wrong idea thinking his cocky high ego and rude

🍺And you'd think a man like that only bat an eye for the most high class omegas, only to get in their pants.

🍺Buttttt!!!! NO

🍺Shanks is none of that, his a free spirit loving childlike man, Shanks is an extremely laid-back, preferring to take his time he doesn't rush things

🍺The first time he met his s/o...

🍺You sorta snuck on board his ship, it didn't take long for one of the crew to surprisingly find you.

🍺At first you didn't talk to him nor look him in his eyes, for your own sake you were too scared.

🍺So he let you be

🍺But couldn't ignored the way you looked, torn clothes, dirty skin, bruised and heavily scarred skin, messy hair and life drained eyes.

🍺It made him sick to the core. Just by looking at you he knew you went through horrible things

🍺He doesn't dare speak up, he doesn't want to remind you of those horrible things.

🍺As time went on

🍺Multiple times a day he goes below deck giving you something to eat and drink, than chat your ears off.

🍺He'd tell you about his many adventures, all the islands he been too how he met each of his crew, he even dig out the most personal things like how he lost his arm and how he got the three scars over his eye. With many more stories.

🍺It made you happy hearing them all feeling free with this red hair man, he made you smile laugh talk and sead tears of happiness, since you met him

🍺He even gave you a name. A place to belong and protected you, he thought you how to defend yourself and be badass. You learned how to read, write, cooking much much more

🍺He became your Alpha and claimed you as his omega, forming a strong bond connecting your hearts and souls forever.

🍺It made you glad that you snuck aboard his ship.

🍺Dispense having a new life living it to the fullest. Your heart is still scarred.

🍺Your fear came to life again when The Red Force docked at the same island you escaped from the first time you snuck on Shanks ship.

🍺Your alpha is the first to know your distress.

🍺But you chose to lie and tell him your okay, even though he didn't believe you he still You made sure to stuck to his side 24/7.

🍺It made him happy that you seek comfort from him but also placed him on high alert.

🍺Yes Shanks knows why you don't wanna be here and he makes sure this is only a quick restock in and out.

🍺Not staying for a drink or party.

🍺It was hard for you too open up to him but he was sure to listen to every word that left your mouth.

🍺(Any person of your choice) they where horrible people, using omegas for slavery abusing them to the breaking point, once brought the omega can be used for anything of the owners choice.

🍺All the torture and pain you felt locked up in a cage days ends night ends.

🍺It made Shanks furious and angry, but he knows that he couldn't do anything what has been done can't be un done

🍺All he could do is comfort you, purr in your ear brushing away your tears.

🍺From then you knew he'd always be yours heart body and soul

🍺Give you anything.

🍺And everything.

🍺But the tables turned quickly when you and him ran into (Any person of your choice) the person who abused Shanks omega for years.

🍺In anger (Any person of your choice) tried to lure you back to them, while you quiver behind Shanks hiding in his cape, he could feel your smaller from trembling pressing your face in his thoracic spine and hands gripping his shirt.

🍺He could smell the change in your scent it wasn't sweet or loving anymore it was replaced with (Displeased smell of your choice), it made his inner alpha very protective of you.

🍺Now Shanks isn't the kind of man that would turn to violence and rudeness in this kind of situations.

🍺At was at this point the guy came near you two wanting to rip you off your alpha, but didn't go to well for him when Shanks Haoshoku Haki hit him, (Any person of your choice) drop to the ground knocked out.

🍺it was no surprise that Shanks s/o wasn't affected, they're strong but there are some fears that can leave a person trembling and hopeless

🍺But none less Shanks will protect his omega. Even if you cower in fear.

***

Usopp (Sniper King)🏹

🏹Personally you hate alphas, and because of that Luffy had a hard time getting you to join his crew, 90% of the crew is alpha's

🏹But you joined anyway

🏹When Usopp first met his s/o he like any other saw you pretty strong confidence and level headed, but being a great liar like himself he could see the fake smile

🏹He decided to just stay out of it. But he couldn't help but wanting to get closer to you, get to know you and enjoy time with you

🏹First of all you really like Usopp ever since you step foot on Marry, he was funny goofy and outspoken brave

🏹And you like him so much that you'd even back him up in a fight, he's a real cute beta

🏹Yes, you read that right... Usopp s/o thought that he was a beta, he doesn't necessarily act like an alpha he has no confidence high pride or cocky ego.

🏹Blindly with the idea of him being a beta, made you grew closer to him, forming a great friendship making everlasting memories and moments

🏹At a point you confessed your feelings and he accepted them making you the happiest omega alive.

🏹It made him happy too

🏹But you two haven't mated/marked each other yet. It doesn't mean you haven't created a unbreakable bond

🏹But you also haven't told him about your childhood and what happened, not ready to dig out all the pain and suffering

🏹That was until you two got separated from the others trying to get back to the Thousand Sunny and crew

🏹Somehow you guys docked at the wrong island, with a flesh eating gigantic snake living on it.

🏹And Yes... it was currently chasing Usopp and his s/o though the forest.

🏹"Run run run! Its going to eat us!" Usopp cried dragging his s/o along with him running for thier lives

🏹Well you see the both of you would've easily beaten the crab out of the thing.. if ya didn't leave your weapons on the Sunny.

🏹Luckily for you, Usopp spotted a old mine tunnel in your path of crisis without thinking he rushed you two in.

🏹Now here's the thing-

🏹When Usopp's s/o where a child they where sold off to a group of mountain bandits and they didn't treat their "item" with care, they locked you up in a cage and tortured you for days whipping you breaking you down mentally and physically and on special days they shut you in a box and shove you into darkness

🏹You develop claustrophobia and Nyctophobia, which wasn't good you have been able to avoid them for long

🏹But in this situation it brought up both.

🏹The tunnel was blocked with a death end and you two took too many turns you couldn't see the daylights anymore along with the place being small for two people.

🏹The little light Usopp managed to make wasn't working well for you.

🏹Your breath became heavier the walls felt like their closing in, your heart beat filled your ears beating faster and faster, your body paralyzed your vision somehow became blurry.

🏹You were having a panic attack before you knew it.

🏹"(Y/n) babe. What's wrong?" Usopp caught on real quick smelling the change in your scent and hearing soft whimpers leave your lips as tears stream down your face.

🏹It made the alpha in him click taking control, crouching down in front of you taking your hands into his

🏹His scent reaching you for the first time it was so strong and powerful the purr from him calmed your body and mind.

🏹His alpha reaching out for your omega the first time ever, you saw the thing you hate with passion and Usopp was one of them

🏹But different you knew him for a long time and shared so much with him, his nothing like them he genuinely loved care protect you without expecting anything in return.

🏹Calming you and scenting you the best of his ability.

🏹Not thinking at all you told him in a broken voice with tears about your phobias and the abuse you suffered as a child.

🏹Opening up your most venerable side.

🏹He truly felt connected to you finally broke your walls, without trying.

🏹He continue to comfort you telling you silly stories and making you giggle here and there.

🏹While you both waited for the others to find you, it didn't take long

🏹That night he made sure to claim you as his, marking you and all promise to protect you and help you overcome your fears

🏹He even accepted you as you are.

***

Portgas D. Ace🔥

🔥Ace met you when he joined Whitebeard, that's when he became attached to you.

🔥Wherever you go he goes, his always by your side, if he or you don't have a mission that is.

🔥Truthfully Ace doesn't know much about your pass and that doesn't bother him, but your still not a very open person.

🔥At least he knows little things about he was able to pick up on the way like how your strong and brave, but also quite and patient how you are less social and older than him but looks hella young.

🔥But what catch his attention is all your scars they must have been from great battles but the most painful one is the one on your nape it looked as if skin was torn off leaving a nasty mark.

🔥But it was mostly covered by a shirt (or your hair if you have long hair).

🔥For you Ace is the sweetest and most honorable person you've met his cute and badass.

🔥But you love how he pouts when you treat him like a child, or baby him. It made you happy to care for him, feed him clean after him giving him much attention.

🔥It made your connection with the alpha much stronger without needing to say a word you two feel in love over the years

🔥Creating a very strong relationship and a loving one at that. You did hesitate to become his it gave you doubts and anxiety.

🔥But what you fear the most was mating with him you fear having to explain your scars near your private.

🔥Its all case of "him" that man what he did to you was no forgiving matter.

🔥That's till one night Ace and his s/o was in the perfect mood, bodies against one and other hands exploring your cloths covered flesh.

🔥He was about to unbuckle your pants which made you shot in defense pushing him away as he came crashing down the bed.

🔥At first he thought he did something wrong, seeing your face upset and pain expression.

🔥both sitting in silence, your scent increasing but with a smell to make sure Ace stayed away but his Alpha fought it wanting to be near you not leaving you in this state.

🔥He didn't made you say anything didn't ask anything just hugged you tightly to his chest rubbing your back.

🔥A long quite moment passed still in his arms you open your mouth begging him not to leave you. Tears sobbing hiccups and mumbling words left your lips

🔥"Calm down tell me what's wrong?" He kept his voice soft and purred more.

🔥"I-i use to b-be marr-married." Half a loath off your chest, it seemed Ace didn't care so what if you where married before your now here with him and your his that's all that mattered.

🔥But it all changed when you continued

🔥You were married once before. To a man you thought was truly your soul mate, you two where happy but it all shattered when you tried having children.

🔥You tried and tried and tried. But nothing.

🔥Slowly he started becoming less of the man you knew, he became rough and untenable during your "activities". He made you bleed and didn't stop when pleading for it he.

🔥He began using his alpha voice on you, scaring you. Breaking you down.

🔥Not long after he became a drunk, hitting cutting and sexually abusing you.

🔥You had enough tearing out his mark/bite, escaping his claws, but he chased after you, till you literally ran into Whitebeard, the pirate captain defended you, beat the living shit out of him, took you in treated you with respect and care.

🔥You became his daughter/son. You became one of the most strongest and feared pirate under Whitebeard. (And the old geezer is damn proud of you!)

🔥After hearing all that Ace accepted you even more, loving you with care as he continue to praise your body analyze ever curve, scar, soft squeezy place (Butt/Boobs😏) .

🔥Till he reached your private parts down below seeing the stretch marks and abusive places.

🔥He must've think its disgusting and not worth it anymore, just through you in the back. And be forgotten - That's what you thought.

🔥But instead he gave you a night you'd never forget, he was so gentle and considerate letting you take the lead. Along with marking you as his mate forever no regrets.

🔥lest just say, the following week you came on to some morning sickness, It was like destiny was telling you Ace is the only one no one else would work.

🔥Fire First Ace is your Alpha. And you his omega.

[fyeahwonderbat]

Prompt: Diana doesn't know she's pregnant & goes into a mission which doesn't turn out so good at the end (looses the baby). Diana is heartbroken as well as Bruce, but he does everything to remind her that it isn't her fault

(I made it so she was already pregnant because I felt it was emotionally solid to work with, I hope that’s okay! This idea just came to me and I ran with it!)

Note: This story might be too intense for some readers, as it pertains to miscarriage, so please be advised, moving forward. Thank you.

“A son!?”

“We are Amazons – we are women, mightier and more just than any man!”

“Your son is an abomination worthy of an eternity at Hades’ side! Who are you supposed to be, Persephone?”

“We are not blinded by love like Hippolyta is! We won’t tolerate you dirtying our legacy with your bastard child!”

“Forget your truce. We want war if it means ridding the world of your—”

The force with which Diana threw herself forward nearly tipped her hospital bed forward, nearly toppling the machines she was hooked up to when she threw a fist through the air. Suddenly remembering how to breathe, she inhaled deeply into her lungs but felt the air disintegrate as soon as she thought she had grasped enough. Her well-trained mind in terms of relief efforts and trauma warned her that she was verging on a panic attack due to a mere nightmare, until—

“Diana.” Unsteady in his voice was Bruce Wayne, not the fearsome Batman who would have addressed her firmly and emotionless. His presence at her side felt suffocating. Diana searched the eerily white room, pure and clean and empty of any sort of emotional depth, for anything she could tether herself to as she avoided his partner’s gaze. There was nothing but machines that beeped and tiles without cracks and itchy sheets covering her uncomfortable body…

Her body…

“Bruce,” Stare fixed on the door, waiting for someone to intrude and preparing to strike, Diana demanded to know, “where are we?”

There was a millisecond pause that irritated Wonder Woman’s already aggravated sensibility. Finally, when he did answer her, the Batman was the one who spoke, “Amanda Waller arranged this for you. This is the best facility in the country—”

“Bruce.” She was not to be trifled with, to be treated so delicately. Whether her emotions were flashing across her face as sickeningly as they twisted in her stomach, Diana Prince was not one for pity nor careful handling.

Once more, there was an awkward awareness that the conversation was not keeping up with a natural pace. This time, she met his gaze to hopefully demonstrate her anger with his choice to treat her like a victim.

Like someone who would needed time to heal.

Like someone who might have lost themselves due to someone else’s transgression.

“We are at a private facility, operated by the government,” Clarified Bruce. His thick brows shadowed his own dark eyes and Diana wondered if he was merely offering her a reflection of her own expression. “I brought you here after we escaped Bana-Mighdall.”

Her throat tighten until she needed to cough, but Diana refused. Instead, she gulped once to wash away the internal itch and then repeated him with venom dripping from her tongue, “Bana-Mighdall…”

“Yes.” Was all Bruce managed to say. She could hear the way he swallowed the word instead of releasing it into the room, and the sound alone of the Dark Knight struggling to speak managed to be the moment in which Wonder Woman lost control of her façade – the only time she felt as though she was truly falsifying her strength – and let her mouth fall open.

“Then… Then…”

“Yes.” He answered her again, the word sounding just as horrible as the first time.

Bile threatened to escape her, her honed muscles shaking without any semblance of control, Diana muttered the reality she had been so fearful of accepting as truth, despite being a defendant of such a virtue, “We lost him.”

It was in that exact moment, when she uttered the word ‘lost’, that her warrior’s heart crumbled inside of her chest. There was no desire to fight, to destroy or seek vengeance. There was no need to think beyond herself in that moment, when the reality of her barren belly dropped upon her as if she was Atlas carrying the world. There was no need to be anything more than a woman mourning her child.

A mother who lost her son.

A parent who would never be one.

“O-Oh…” She wanted to cry to Hera, but the feeling of becoming sick overwhelmed her and she threw a hand over her quivering lips. Her body lurched once, twice when her sobs began before her tears welled in her eyes. Her entire being was nothing more than the embodiment of grief as she folded into herself and wished she could take it all back.

Trying to mend the bond between Antiope’s tribe of Amazons with her mothers.

Believing that the promise of her own child could be a beacon towards a peaceful future.

Forgetting how uneducated the Bana-Mighdall tribe was in comparison to Themyscira.

To know that her own sisters had murdered her child only made her feel emptier. She could recall the impact of their sandaled feet, their hateful fists, she could still see their purposeful swings of their swords, aimed at her torso despite the fact that she was armed with her sacred girdle. The irreconcilable hatred they displayed towards her as she fought them on her own was nothing new and yet it tore her apart; they hadn’t lessened their charge in the slightest, even when the rest of the Justice League members arrived.

If anything, the appearance of the League more than likely made the women of Bana-Mighdall behave more like furies than Amazons.

How could they, she wondered over and over inside her mind while feeling crushed by every sort of pain she thought she could conquer. Bones aching, heart broken, womb throbbing—

Nervous though she was, Diana reached for the uncomfortable blankets that covered her body. However, a strong hand grabbed her own and held her still. “Don’t.” Warned Bruce, the word wobbling as he said it.

That was all she needed to hear, to know how truly awful the damage was.

“W-Where is he?” She needed to know, to have some kind of semblance of understanding of what had happened while she had been unconscious, useless.

“We have him,” Bruce promised. “When we weren’t sure if the government would hand him over to us, Barry stole him back and brought him to Alfred.”

The shuddering of breath she experienced hurt her swollen throat. How violent they had gotten, just so she could keep the remains of her own child!? The government was supposed to save her somehow and yet they had attempted to…take her son’s corpse!? For studying!? For mutilating and reconstructing to suit their selfish needs!?

“Then that is where I want to be.”

“Diana, you need to—”

“I need to be with my son!” She exclaimed directly into Bruce’s face. Though she was a mother no more, her instincts were still wild. After all, even if her son was no longer breathing, she was still meant to protect him with everything she had!

Unfortunately, her son’s father did not agree. “You nearly died, Diana! The BatCave has everything but the experience required to save an Amazon from a miscarriage!”

The reaction was instantaneous: Diana punched Bruce so hard across the face, he flew across the perfectly white room and added some texture to it when he slammed into the wall. The crater-like hole his body made signified just how sturdy the room was and it infuriated her further. She felt like an animal in a cage rather than a woman being treated by expert physicians. And to see that Bruce was going along with it…!

With unmanageable impatience did she rip out every needle in her arm, sending the machines in the room into a frenzy. As soon as Diana swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she felt the thorny scar that stretched across her pelvis, but it would not stall her. “Where are my clothes?” She asked her once competent lover while turning to the nightstand next to her bed and pulling the drawers out of their slots.

“Diana, stop!” Bruce commanded while wincing. He tried to stand up straight as quickly as the situation required but the ache he obviously felt in his back was destabilizing. It did not bring Diana any comfort to see him teetering towards her while a swollen cheek.

Nevertheless, she would not be told to halt.

“I’m leaving, Bruce, whether you are with me or not.”

“Y-You don’t…have to do this!”

“Yes, I do! I won’t let anyone else touch my son without—”

“He’s OUR son!” The snap in his voice struck Diana without remorse. It was almost removed, unattached to her in its meaning when he claimed partially ownership over their deceased child. So heated was he that his typical unshaven state only made him look even more sinister, even more unforgiving as he stared her down, pining her to the spot.

The machines continued to beep incessantly throughout their silence. They sounded just as panicked to be disconnected from her as she was, feeling cut off from him emotionally. Ever the caretaker of others in need, she had been so consumed by her pain – both physical and emotional – to even bother paying attention to her own partner, her lover, her Bruce. Seeing him in such a light once again only reminded Diana that she had destroyed not only her own happiness, but his as well, by trying to broker peace that no one had directly asked for.

How could he even stomach sitting by her bedside, after all she had taken from him?

“Bruce…” There were words floating around inside her mind, yet a coherent thought could not be found amongst them.

Straightening his posture, Bruce divulged himself to her, “He’s our son, Diana. I got him back for us; I want to take you home to see him as soon as you can. But don’t make this worse than it already is by losing yourself to your pain! I’ve been waiting hours just to hold you, not fight with you like this!”

The door to their private hospital suite rattled then, warning them both of a third enemy that they had apparently forgotten: the security detail Amanda Waller had placed on standby. A loud set of knocks were nowhere near as mighty as Diana’s own fists, however, they did rattle the room ever so slightly. Thankfully, the obvious sigil of the Batman sat atop of some strange device resting on the doorknob that kept the room safe from any intruders, she could only assume.

“Diana,” That hollow voice of his summoned her attention once again.

She faced the Batman with every intention of standing strong. “Bruce…”

A muffled warning could not compare to the power of her lover’s actions as he approached her without caution, without fear of being struck again. By her fists, at the very least. “You are much too kind to the woman who lost your son.” Diana almost hiccupped on the final word. Now that the flames of her anger were cooling, the frigid touch of reality clawed at the walls she had built out of necessity around her heart, preparing to obliterate her once again.

But then, Bruce Wayne took her hand and held it with a strength she had no idea she was craving. Just as powerful as his grip were the words that he spoke, “I’m taking care of the mother of my child.”

To hear him speak of their son as she thought of him – theirs, forever their first despite his unfortunate passing – was absolutely too much for the grieving mother to take. All she wanted to do was bury her face in his chest and seek comfort in the one person who would constantly remind her of the child they lost, yet simultaneously, be the only person who could possibly understand her pain. It was unlike Wonder Woman to fall so easily.

To collapse into despair.

To lose to her own heart.

But as she let Bruce’s arms form a barricade around her as he released the lock and let the cautionary SWAT team into the room, all Diana wanted to do was allow herself this one moment of weakness and wallow in her weakness, her emotions, her despair.

((A/N: A really dark one here, after Valentine’s Day and right before Family Day (I’m Canadian, in case my grammar didn’t give that away for me)! I never named their son nor stated his age when he was miscarried because it seemed irrelevant – the loss was still a loss to them. I also tried to make Diana hold onto her nature for as long as she could while grieving, but as I have seen up close, grief can take what you know about yourself and twist it on its head. The same goes for Bruce, who remained as reserved as possible and ended up being her caretaker until he nearly became cruel. I meant to tie this into an idea for Diana earning the right to bear a child by the gods, but since I was already referencing Antiope’s Amazons, I figured too much lore would take away from the emotions. Anyway, thanks for the prompt, and feel free to prompt me again! ~ Maiden))

[lilyharvord]

Here we go: B; F, T, Y, Z (Y & Z are kinda like the same question, so I hope this isn't too much^^ F doesn't have to be dialogue, just pick your favourite line.)

I’m so hyped on sugar right now, so this is gonna be fun. XD

B. Not really. I did help with an elaborate valentines day scavenger hunt once though, and that was sort of the inspiration for one of the modern day au moments. Other than that, almost all of my fics are complete fiction with no personal ties to them. 

F. Now this is hard, cause I’ve written so much, and it’s so hard to go through and dig up something that I seriously love. I guess my favorite moment would have to be Shade’s conversation with Evangeline in the bar in Silver as the Sword. I love this one, simply because I had so much fun writing Shade picking evangeline apart, and getting her walls to come down one by one. “’What do you (Evangeline) see when you look at us? What do you really see, and I want the truth here, not the bullshit you spew to keep your skin on your back’…’I see a people who has been brought to its knees for so long that it doesn’t want to get up anymore, and who has come to accept the fate that has come upon it.’…’I asked what you saw in the people around you, not yourself.’” Now I shipped them in my book (simply because that’s what I thought would happen, and it was funny cause graveyard almost did that when she wrote the original manuscript for Red Queen and Glass Sword), and this was kind of the first time that he got her to really tell him the truth, and in reality she was not only describing herself at the moment, but also the reds. I loved getting put that little nugget in there, it made me happy. (: 

T. Fandom tropes I can’t stand. Oh dear lord, this is hard, cause sometimes I use them myself. XD Um, the worst one that i refuse to read or use would probably be the whole “Elara made Maven do everything” trope or the “Mare will save Maven simply by being around him” trope. God I despises that both of those. Even after reading King’s Cage, im so so so happy graveyard didn’t go down the whole, oh yeah, he’s just hiding behind a mask, surprise! Or, wow, now that mare’s around, he’s such a better person. The maven that mare loved was there the whole time! If that would have been done, I would have physically banged my head against a wall. It makes his character weak. I love love love, how broken he is, and the fact that he’s trying to keep himself together after his mother took him apart. Now just because she did these things to him, does not mean that she controlled everything he did. Maven had some agency, at least that’s what I saw in Kings Cage. I like that too, I like that victoria’s characters and not pristine little tropes of people, I like my characters banged up and little messed up. 

Y. Oh baby all of them. But right now, Iris, Evangeline, Mare, Cal, Farley and Clara. If one of them dies in the end, I will cry and there will be rant posts and I will be rewriting everything to avoid their death XD. 

Z. Oooo I like this one. Major character death in fics for me… I would have to say Cal. I wrote in Silver as the Sword that Cal died. Yup, I was gonna have him die because of the serum, and it was gonna fuel Mare to go to Montfort and get help to take down Maven. But while I was writing it, I just couldn’t get it right, and then I was like, ugh, never mind, this makes Mare’s character so dependent on him, and I spent all this time building them as separate people in this fic. In the actual fandom though, I will not tolerate the death of Cal either. You keep your noose off of him graveyard, or I will come after you. That and Farley and Clara. If Clara or Farley dies for some weird reason, I will self destruct. 

[ladycatland]

Yes yes yes all of that.

One of my favourite bits is that once the update with the axlotls hits and Tubbo sees those cute but fragile af fuckers that have so very little survivability and just. Don't do anything. Tubbo just goes "nature is healing"

Also, with animal crossing being canon in dsmp god Tommy took inspiration from that.

"alright, so, does it do anything?"

"it teaches you emotions"

"wha-"

Tommy adores Sam nook, btw

Like. ADORES him.

Also animal crossing is the only game Tommy ever understood and played

He is still very much a boomer

He's not even that great with his communicator.

But animal crossing? Somehow he figured that shit out immediatelly.

Oh! Also! I love to just always look of the themes of Tommy and tubbo in this au because they really are very opposite in just anything that makes them them

Nature Vs technology

Feelings Vs logic

Instincts Vs knowledge

Tommy can do a lot of shit and the shit he does make he makes easily. As I said. Instincts. But he doesn't understand the things he does. They just work. It's similar to the people that just draw really good but can't give art advice because they just kinda do.

This limits him in the sense that he can't make something he just doesn't... Feel. And there's nothing he can do about that. It's like a really shitty writers block. That's partly where his kinda "don't question it." "Just let it do what it does" attitude comes from. He truly doesn't have control over what's happening or what he makes, if it really came to it. And it's not something that's that big of a deal because, again, instinctively everything's ever always just worked. But just because your cage is so large you can't see the walls doesn't mean there aren't any. It's a bit of a gifted kid dilemma, I guess.

With Tubbo it's the complete opposite. He understands why the thinks he makes do what they do completely and in every detail. It's what enables him to make his inventions. And that knowledge isn't instinctual, it's truly pure knowledge. He understands. Obviously that doesn't apply to everything that exists but specifically to his creations. Every redstone contraption etc. Before humanity, when technology wasn't a thing, his whole deal was just looking at the things Tommy made and figuring out how they worked. All the sciences. Lots of biology and physics. And again, there's lots of things he doesn't understand with Tommy's creations. Especially psychology? But really, his favourite part about Tommy creating new things is figuring out what more he can do now. How things can be used in ways Tommy didn't intend them to be used. Like honeyblocks? Tommy really wasn't thinking about how their density and all that stuff could be used to make doors. But tubbo sees honey and see its properties and think of 30 different ways to use that shit and can find more later. If he wants to reach a certain goal he can genuinely do it. With some time he will figure out how to make something specific with the things he is given. But he is limited in the way that he doesn't create something completely new. He takes the things Tommy makes and form them new by combining and destructing them and. Yeah.

Both are limited by their very being and they can't stray from that.

Though they are genuinely not like. Worried or anything about that.

And to get away from that kinda angsty rant.

Tommy did very much create lesbians. Like, not physically. But yknow. He made all living things and homosexuality is a thing so women and lesbians are his creation.

In a pretty indirect way but still.

Me and @ladycatland were speaking today and just: new best AU! We got it!

So, what if Tommy and Tubbo are both very ancient Gods, the only remaining ones in fact by the time they get to Dream smp and Tommy is the god of nature while Tubbo is the god of science and technology? 

The two of them simply do not have any understanding of the other’s domain. Like, not at all. 

You have Tubbo who tries to introduce the concept of a photo to a very distressed Tommy who thinks he trapped a bee in some other dimension on one side, while you have Tommy trying to slowly introduce a very confused Tubbo to concepts like empathy or emotions. 

God!Tubbo doesn’t do emotions, he has logic and denial and that’s about it. 

God!Tommy on the other side has way too many emotions to the point where he created humans simply because he wanted to create hugs. 

Also God!Tommy definitely has existential crisis very often. Honestly that’s what fuels half his creations. Endermen? He was feeling self-concious. Iron Golems? He wanted a friend that wouldn’t leave him. Philza Minecraft? He has daddy issues. God!Tommy is NOT doing okay, someone please help him. 

God!Tubbo on the other hand is having a blast trying to find a way to use all his friend’s wonderful inventions! Bees and creepers are his favourites so far. Bees because honey blocks are very useful for his redstone stuff and creepers because they gave him the chance to invent explosives.