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metalmonki · 2 years ago

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Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited)

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

3k word count

summary While exploring a haunted house your friend told you about, you have a chance encounter with a pair of brothers who give you a crash introduction to their world.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings mention of grave desecration (this is illegal don't do it!)

Note So I remembered my Mibba log-in and found this embarrassment of a story along with a long list of other equally embarrassing stories. I decided to challenge myself to edit and rewrite the stories and post them here. I will also include a link to the original story so you can read it in all it's cringy glory. This was a story from 2009 that I wrote with 2 friends of mine that we never completed. Once I have decringed the story I will finish it here. Enjoy I guess.

Original / Next Chapter

For some dumb reason, I had decided it would be fun to check out the creepy abandoned house down the road from my friend Linsey's house. At the time, it had seemed like a great idea. Everyone was always talking about how the house was haunted. The neighbourhood rumour was that the father had annihilated the last family to live in the house. But, of course, there was no proof of this. Linsey refused to go anywhere near the house and had chosen to stay home. I, however, convinced my friend Theresa to join me for this stupid adventure. Things had started out okay. Getting entry to the house was easy enough. We pulled out our phones, giggled, and recorded as we walked through a place frozen in time, joking about how this would make us Facebook famous. After we made our way to the second floor, things changed. The air upstairs was icy cold compared to the blistering heat outside. A large bang came from downstairs. Theresa noped out and took off from the house, to my best guess. All I know is she took off running down the stairs before I even had a chance to process the bang. Instead of following, I froze. I stood in the doorway to what looked to be a bedroom staring wide-eyed at the staircase, trying to gain the courage to run downstairs.

"Quick in here," said a voice breaking me from my trans.

I ran towards the voice. I saw two guys, clearly brothers, hiding in the small closet in the room. I squeezed into the closet with them. I took a moment to look at them in the light of a flashlight one of them was holding. The one I guest to be the older one had short dark blonde hair and a small amount of stubble. I guessed him to be around 6’1’; meanwhile, the one I took to be the younger brother had longer, fluffy light brown hair and was clean-shaven. He was easy 6’4 pushing 6’5. You know what they say the older sibling is always the shortest sibling.

“What are you doing in here?” The shorter one asked.

“I was exploring with my friend. We just heard the rumours about the place being haunted and wanted to check it out,” I said, throwing my arms about in frustration as much as possible in the small space. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, exploring just like you,” The tall one said, looking nervously between his brother and me.

“Oh, that’s a lie. You are a terrible liar. What are your names?" I asked as the older brother snickered behind me. "I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam," said the older one. "I'm Y/n," I said. “Now, what are you really doing here?” I asked looking between them.

“Hunting a ghost”, Dean blurted out.

“Dean” Sam looked at him, frustrated.

“What? She walked herself into this. She should know what's going on. We can’t get her out of here safely otherwise” Dean pointed his open hand at me. “Uh, hello right here. Would you care to explain” I huffed, putting my hands on my hips.

Dean sighed, getting frustrated looks from Sam, but he explained everything. It sounded like the ramblings of a crazy man, or men in this case. Dean explained that people had been reporting getting attacked and followed home. Some people had even been reportedly killed in the house. This was nothing I had ever heard before nor had it come up in my research. Truthfully, my research was a 20 minute google search. I wasn’t from the area and wouldn’t know about the place if it wasn’t for Linsey. We lived 5 suburbs apart, so there was no reason for me to be anywhere near this house. Dean explained what they do and how they ended up in Sydney, Australia. I would have said he was lying and crazy, but he seemed honest. He truly believed everything he was saying. And it felt like I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, so if everything you're saying is true, what do we do?” I asked

“You don’t do anything. We need to figure out where the body is and burn it,” Dean said pointing a finger between himself and Sam.

“The whole family who lived here last is buried in the local cemetery in a family tomb,” I said like it was common knowledge.

“Wait, how did you find that out?” Sam asked

“I googled it”, I shrugged. “I just want to know if the rumours were true, so I googled. Their burial place was like the first google result” I shrugged.

“Rumours?” Dean asked

“That the father murdered his whole family,” I said. “I couldn’t find anything, but they all died in this house the same night.”

“So, there is a chance daddy dearest ganked them all,” Dean said

“Well, that’s what the police were thinking, but they didn’t have enough proof,” I said

“Well, looks like we need to burn dear old Dad”, Dean smirked at Sam.

“First, we need to get out of the house,” Sam said

The whole time we had been standing around talking I could feel a cool breeze from what was supposed to be the solid wardrobe wall behind us. I turned to face the wall of the closet and ran a finger along the seem where I could feel the air. I pressed along the wall praying it was in fact what I thought it was, a hidden door. Thankfully it popped open, revealing a hidden stairs case. Most likely a servant staircase. I silently cheered and led the way down the stairs. At the bottom was a door that led into the kitchen, and in the kitchen was a backdoor. Once we were somewhat safe in the yard, I let Dean and Sam lead the way to wherever they were going. They walked out into a back alley behind the house. Sitting in the alley was a beautiful looking 67 Chevy Impala. I giggled to myself before hearing another person squealing from the other side of the car.

"Theresa" I questioned, peaking around the car. "Y/n," she said, running over to me pulling me into a hug. "Are you okay?" I asked looking her over. "I'm fine," Theresa said. "Thank god," I sighed. “Where the hell did you go? And why did you abandon me?”

“Outside, duh, I ran out through the kitchen and then was going to run down the alley to Linsey’s, but I spotted this beauty. Can you believe there is another one identical to yours?” Theresa squealed “Oh and yeah so sorry about leaving you behind, autopilot you know”.

“No, I can’t”, I smiled “Also your forgiven just don’t do it again”.

“Okay, enough with the weirdness”, Dean spoke up. “Who is she, and why is she looking at baby?”

“Oh, this is my friend Theresa the one I was exploring with.” I said, “Theresa, this is Sam and Dean. Who is baby?” Dean waved a hand at the car like it was obvious.

“Oh great, so she was in the house too,” Sam said completely ignoring everything else.

“Well, Theresa looks like you're coming with us,” Dean said, hoping in the car.

“Can we go get my car before we take off?” I asked while getting into the car.

“Where is it?” Dean asked.

“Parked out the front of the house,” I said.

Dean sighed, put the Impala in drive and drove around the front of the house. As soon as we rounded the corner, Dean spotted my Impala. He smirked and chuckled, almost surprised that I had the same car as him. We pulled up in front of my car just long enough for Theresa and me to jump out of Deans car and into mine. Dean motioned out his window for me to lead the way. The late afternoon sky bled into twilight as we reached the cemetery. A thrill, tinged with defiance, shot through me as I saw the locked gates. Nighttime visits were strictly forbidden, and the council was none too happy about the recent wave of skateboarders and trill seekers. But the gate seemed to be a normal hindrance to the boys. With practiced ease, they vaulted the gate, their laughter echoing off the ancient stones. I scanned the perimeter, spotting a hidden gap in the fence, and followed them through, a hint of apprehension mixed with the excitement.

I walked the boys over to the family tomb. The tomb was opened, the door clearly having been broken in a long time ago. They asked us to wait outside while they set to working inside. The boys had a worn duffle with them, out of which they pulled out salt, petrol and a crowbar. The family had been placed in their coffins into the wall with a limestone name plate marking each person’s final resting place. Dean managed to pry the nameplate for the father off the wall exposing the coffin which was quite decayed. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed by Deans strength. Sam covered the casket in petrol while Dean covered it in salt as best they could through the small opening. Once the casket was covered as it could be, Dean threw a lit matchbook into the hole. The coffin burst into flame quickly heating the small mausoleum.

“Well, that should be all done,” Dean said. “But to be safe, we should return to the house and check. You two, however, will go to our hotel and wait for us.” Dean tossed us the keys

I caught them in one hand turning them over to read the hotel name off the tag and chose not to argue. I nodded at him and headed back towards the cars. Theresa and I drove straight to the hotel. I was silently ruminating over the day’s events while Theresa was hardly managing to sit still and rambling on about Sam. We found their room and let ourselves in. The room was basic, 2 queen beds, a lounge, table, chair and tv on one of those hotels’ typical built-in stands. The first thought through my head was I hope to God we don’t have to spend the night because I was not one to share a bed with a complete stranger and the lounge looked uninviting.

“Hay, which do you think is Sam's bed?” Theresa broke me from my thoughts.

“I don’t know. Why do you want to know?” I asked confused.

“I don’t know, I just want to lay on Sam's bed. He so cute, uh, I think I’m in love,” Theresa swooned, dropping into the chair.

“Oh, dear god, woman, you fall in love too quickly.” I rolled my eyes.

“I can’t help it. Did you see him? That man clearly looks after himself.” Theresa giggled.

“Yeah, and so does Dean, but you don’t see me swooning over him. I really don’t get you sometimes”.

I flopped onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut against the relentless drone of Theresa's voice. Every syllable about Sam felt like a grating record needle stuck on repeat. All I craved was escape, the sweet oblivion of a normal life. Finish my acting degree, build a portfolio, disappear into the anonymity of a bustling city. A sharp rap on the door jolted me awake. Theresa, mid-sentence, pivoted toward the sound. Her smile faltered for a fleeting moment before she plastered it back on and cautiously cracked the door open. A hushed exchange followed, punctuated by muffled figures I couldn't quite see. Relief washed over me when I saw Dean and Sam enter the room. Their presence was a familiar anchor in this storm of emotions.

“You comfortable on my bed?” Dean asked a smirked on his face as he shed his leather jacket onto the foot of said bed.

“Very. I was having a nice little nap before you so rudely woke me up” I stretched out on the bed.

“Well, sorry, ma’am.” Dean laughed, giving a goofy salute.

“On to more serious things, we saw scorch marks at the house indicating that we may have gotten rid of this thing, but we would like you to stay here overnight just in case” Sam looked between us. Definitely the serious brother, I noted.

“Oh yeah, and where are we supposed to sleep?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You girls, take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Dean smiled.

“Are you sure?” I asked not wanting to be rude.

“Not the first time I slept in a chair won’t be the last” Dean shrugged “It’s kind of part of the job description”.

“You have a job description?” I joked.

“Not really we kind of just making it up as we go” Dean shrugged giving me a wink.

Theresa, ever the optimist, quickly engaged Sam in conversation. Her laughter, a welcome sound, filled the room. It was a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.

"Alright everyone, hold that thought," Dean boomed, his voice a welcome interruption. His stomach let out a loud rumble, punctuating his statement. "We all must be starving after that little...adventure. I'm gonna hit the shops for some supplies. Anything in particular tickle your fancy, y/n?"

“Buyers choice” I smiled at him, he winked back before leaving the room.

I rolled my eyes playfully as Theresa bombarded Sam with questions. Their easy banter was a testament to her ability to move on. "What happened, happened," she'd always say. Maybe she was right. Dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. I wrapped myself in Dean's blanket, the scent of his cologne and laundry detergent a strangely comforting reminder of normalcy. The weariness in my bones finally won over my racing thoughts, and I drifted back to sleep, the gentle murmur of conversation a lullaby in the background.

“Just making yourself right at home now, aren’t you?” Dean chuckled, walking in the door, startling me awake again.

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day, and part of me is hoping this is all a bad dream,” I groaned looking at the ceiling.

“Sorry, sweetheart, this pretty face is as real as it gets”, Dean shot me a cheesy grin. “Now get up and eat. Grubs getting cold.”

Dean dropped four bags of McDonalds on the table and almost immediately went to complaining about the tiny size of the burgers here and he had to order an obscene amount of them just to fill himself up. Sam just shook his head clearly; this was a complaint Sam had heard a few times too many. I on the other hand just pointed out that he could have gone to any of the fish and chip shops he had gone past on his way to McDonalds and brought a single burger like 4 times the size of the McDonalds ones. Dean being oh so mature put on a high-pitched voice mocking what I had said before murmuring shut-up and starting on the first of a stack of 6 burgers he had brought himself. I begrudgingly pulled myself out of the bed and made my way to the table. Dean had ordered burgers for me and Theresa and a salad for Sam. I gave Sam a questioning look as he murmured something about it being the healthier choice before walking away. Sam and Theresa went back to his bed where they continued their conversation while Dean and I ate in silence. I had taken a seat on the lounge and occasionally glanced up at Dean who would just smile at me with a mouth full of food. I would also catch him watching Sam and Theresa a small smile etched on his face like he was happy to see his brother happy. When Dean had finished the last of his burgers he stood up and started walking towards the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower and get ready to turn in it’s been a long day” Dean rubbed his face in exhaustion.

“Okay well Theresa did you want to catch a movie or something?” Sam asked looking at Theresa.

“Sure” Theresa bounced of the bed and practically ran at the door.

I followed Sam and Theresa out of the room so I could get the spare clothes out of my car that I carried around in there. It became a habit I picked up running from audition to audition to have a go bag in my car with anything in it I might need. I went back into the room and took the chance while Dean was in the bathroom to quickly change into a comfy pair of shorts and a loose shirt. I sat back on Dean's bed, but instead of laying down, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the carpet as I continued to think about everything. Theresa seemed so comfortable and at home with the boys, but I just wanted this whole thing over. But the more I thought, the more I felt like I would never be able to go back to things as they were. Knowing what could be out there, I would always be a little on edge. If ghosts were real, then what else possibly existed? Vampires? Werewolves? What about all the silly kid stories like Bloody Mary and Candyman? Could they be real? I wanted to pretend that none of this had happened, but it’s not exactly something you can forget like a footnote. Like yeah, that shit happened, but let's just pack up and move on. At some point during my inner struggle Dean had finished his shower and made himself comfortable on the lounge. It wasn’t until Dean cleared his throat that I was snapped out of my thoughts.

“Okay, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you sitting on the edge of the bed like that. It’s kinda creepy. What's on your mind, kid?” Dean asked, sitting up on the lounge.

“Kid? I’ll have you know I’m 22, not exactly a kid anymore” I tried to joke looking over at Dean, noticing he was in nothing but a black t-shirt and black boxer briefs.

“Okay, sweetheart, doesn’t answer my question, though”, Dean smirked.

“How am I supposed to go back to life as it was knowing ghosts, and who knows what else is real?” I looked back at the floor. “What exactly does exist Dean? Vampires? Werewolves? Demons? Angels?” I rattled off a list of things randomly looking back up at him.

“Yeah, those and more” Dean chuckled dryly. “As for moving on the simple answer is you don’t. You just go on and try to live as normal as possible, knowing people like Sammy and I are out here hunting these things to keep you safe. Hopefully, that helps you sleep a little better at night.”

“Can you talk to me while we go to sleep?” I asked sheepishly.

“Of course, sweetheart”, He groaned as he laid back on the lounge. I finally laid down on the bed. Both of us staring at the ceiling as we talked.

“You never told me your last name,” I said it was a random question but anything to keep the conversation going and my mind busy.

“Winchester and yours?”.

“Y/l/n”.

“Well, now I know who to look up next time I’m in town”, Dean chuckled.

“How old are you anyway I mean clearly you’re the old sibling”

“Not too old to hit on a hottie like you” I could feel Dean's eyes on me as he spoke.

“Smooth Winchester” I tried to laugh, but it just sounded like an awkward giggle.

“31”

“You’re a real ladies' man, aren’t you, Dean Winchester” I smiled to the ceiling, getting taken by his charm.

“Yeah, well, when you have my lifestyle, you don’t exactly have the option of settling down, so you take what you can get.”

“No judgement here”

Dean and I laughed for what felt like hours. Under his tough exterior, he was adorable. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t be sad to say goodbye tomorrow. My eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and I drifted to sleep listening to Dean singing Highway To Hell. The following morning, I woke to find the room completely empty. I got up and changed into something else from my go bag. Nothing fancy, just plain black jeans and a white tank top. I pulled on my boots and headed outside to check for the cars. My car was sitting where I parked it right before the door. Dean's car was gone, though. I pulled out my phone and rang Theresa guessing she was with them. I mean where else would she be, she couldn’t exactly get home without me. Rather than answer the phone she shot me a text message. Busy talking to Sam, we’re just down the road at the all you can eat. I rolled my eyes allowing myself to have a genuine laugh at her. I knew the place she was talking about. It was only 2 blocks away so who knows why Dean decided to drive. I left my car where it was and made the 5-minute walk. I felt a lot better than I had the night before. As much as it felt weird to put my trust in strangers, I really did trust Sam and Dean. Once I was outside the restaurant it didn’t take me long to spot them. Dean gave me a goofy wave through the window while sending me a ‘, please save me’ look. I giggled making my way into the restaurant and over to their table. "Hey guys," I said as I took a seat at the table. "Hey, sleepy head," Dean gave a big cheesy smile. "Hey", Theresa and Sam said in unison. "So, whose food can I steal," I said, tummy grumbling looking between the plates. "I made sure we paid for you too, you know just in case you decided to grace us with your presence” Dean smirked giving me a wink. "Thank you, such a gentleman" I gave him a wink back before heading to the food.

Dean followed me over with his almost empty plate. I could hear Sam call after him “Dude seriously are you still hungry”. I chuckled and shook my head at the brothers. Dean came to stand beside me as we loaded up our plates.

“So,” Dean said, putting way too much bacon on his plate “, I guess after this, we go our separate ways,” He said more of a statement than a question.

“I guess so”, I smiled at him. “But hey, you said you’d look me up next time you were in town, so don’t be a stranger now, you hear.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Dean chuckled “Just promise me you’ll go back to your normal life”.

“I promise” I smiled at him.

We had an excellent breakfast filled with conversation about what came next for Sam and Dean. They were headed back home to the US now the job was done. It seemed like this was goodbye forever. We finished our breakfast, and Dean drove us back to the hotel. Theresa and I packed up our things before giving them a heartfelt goodbye. We hopped in my car, going home back to life before the Winchesters. But we knew things would never be the same, not now. Some small piece of me hoped I would see the Winchesters again.

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theultimatenonbinarynerd · 7 months ago

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May 2024 Reading Stats

The Calender

🍉🍉Before I start this calendar I want to start a disclaimer and remind people about what's happening in 🍉🍉 Country and that Disney and Marvel should be held accountable. Therefore I will not be recommending The Disney Novel or Marvel Comic. Disney and Marvel need to divest from Is**el for me to fully recommended and show them physically on camera. Please buy Marvel and Disney books second hand if you must have them.🍉🍉

What a month it has been, with how much I've read this month I'm definitely dubbing it the gay month. June should really be the Gay Month but it sadly won't be so I'm glad I made May that month. Starting with the beginning of the month. My reading pattern is that my last read of the month will very clearly dip into the next one but it doesn't bother me. Pageboy was very easy to finish and whilst I got everyone's criticisms I thought they were exaggerated. It's a really good Trans Memoir but not the best. This Arab Is Queer is something I had for my Readalong for Palestine I'm doing and although no one took part I go alot out of this collection and it was a 5 star all the way. Only took 2 days to finish in May and I'm happy about that.

After finishing the 8th Doctor Adventures first season, I decided to dip into the main range and listen to the first too and they were pretty great in my book. The Sirens Of Time was easy to listen to whilst I did an oc sketch and it felt very much like the Classic Who version of Day Of The Doctor. 5,6 and 7 had amazing chemistry together so even though it's the very first audio your bound to gain some laughs. Phantasmagoria is probably one of the best Mark Gatiss content I have consumed and it was very spooky. It was supernatural with that ever loving Doctor Who sci-fi charm that you know and love. Will definitely pop in to more of the main range in the future. I'm only listening to 8s for now.

Cabin At The End Of The World, loved the book but towards the end I didn't enjoy it as much. Let's just say I hate ambiguity, I also hated the audiobook narrator so I had to read along in a quicker speed which was quite the challenge. So as a result it was quicker than my usual 300 + page reads. Welcome To St Hell was another one of my most anticipated reads and it highly delivered. It took a measly Ten Days which was an achievement itself as without chapters it was hard to split up my read as I'm certainly not the finish in one day type of reader. Still though for my first graphic novel it was very very good.

My side reads for this month exactly were very different. One was terrible for its last very transphobic and ableist story and the other was a very educational jam-packed nonfiction about the situation in Palestine and how simple it is thanks to brainwashing. In the end as good as the other two stories were Happs gave me massive brain rot. Fnaf fans are way too forgiving to Scott. On Palestine was great forever to the point I want to give it to my friend to help him understand the situation. I was able to get through it quickly and absorb alot. It was a good recommendation.

Finally my reads tipping into June. Yep no not until Marvel and Disney divest. I feel okay talking about Star Wars cos alot of authors are anti-israel and anti-zionist. If Daniel José Older gets fired I'm going to be done with them too. J.Elle is a really good writer though and I'm definitely gonna look at more of her books.

June's Stats

Wow just wow. May's stats were like a lightning bolt. I did a lot of reading this month and I expect stats like this will be ever so common in the glorious summer stats. So let's break these chunky stats down.

I read 8 books including 6 physical books/graphic novels and 2 Big Finish audios. That's just chock a block impressive and I'm very proud of myself as that's my highest number yet. As pages that too was my highest yet with 1,477 pages which is 489 pages up from last May. Interesting I also only read 3 books in May last year. So this is a very positive sign at how my reading journey is evolving. And of course my highest hours stats with 3.6 hours logged. I dipped into longer big finish audios this month so it makes a lot of sense.

Up next Genres. When I said this was a very gay month I mean it. I read many genres this month; LGTBQIA+, Science Fiction, Memoir, Horror, Young Adult, Thriller, Politics, History, Graphic Novel and Essays but coming on top with a whopping 4 reads was LGTBQIA+. It makes sense I have a lot of lgtbq+ representation on my tbr and this just happens to be a lucky month where I've gotten through quite a few. It also for the first time topped Science Fiction which is not an easy feet to do trust me. In joint second place with only 2 reads was Science Fiction, Horror and Memoir. I'm so glad that I was finally able to get to have a reading month with more diversity in genre. Let's see what June brings.

Mainly reads is still the same for now. I love my adventurous, dark and mysterious books as well as my medium paced books that are under 300 pages.

Again for moods for the first time in forever Reflective comes at top. The moods this month Reflective, Dark, Informative, Mysterious, Funny, Emotional, Adventurous, Tense And Inspiring. As a result of reading a lot of nonfiction this month I was finally able to tip away from my usual adventurous mood. All the nonfiction reads I had were very indeed thought provoking and reflective. In joint second place was emotional and dark which ie expected as I love books that hit me hard in the heart.

Star ratings were all over the place this month it was a very mixed bag month some amazing, some average, some terrible. My overall star rating for the month was 4.22 a minor improvement from May last year where the average rating was 4.17. There's always next May to get the average score up as long as I pick good books. We had two five star reads in This Arab Is Queer and Welcome To St Hell which was well deserved in my opinion. For the first time ever two 4.75 star novels in Phantasmagoria and On Palestine they were close to being 5 star but not quite there for me. Again two four stars in Pageboy and The Sirens Of Time. One 3.75 star thanks to the icky ending and rushed past and of course one 2.5 star novel that deserves the rating. It'll be interesting to see how June's stats compare against this.

May's Reads/Listens

A jam packed reading month indeed. This Arab Is Queer was an incredible Anthology that heavily educated me and sheeded any internalised bigotry over queer arab folk. It was also a very thought provoking and powerful collection of essays it really helped reshaped alot of the views I've had. The Sirens Of Time was a delightful timey whimey multi-doctor story that basically is the classic who version of Day Of The Doctor. Peter Davison, Colin Baker And Sylvester had amazing chemistry, I definitely want to look into more of the main range now.

Pageboy was definitely overhated it did not deserve all the hate and disappointment in my opinion. Its really not that bad at all. I think people are just fustrated about the non linear and him talking about his experiences prior to his transition but I felt like it was a hundred percent nesscary. Trans experiences aren't linear and Elliot did his absolute best trying to show that in his memoir. Phantasmagoria was a really good Big Finish listen and I heavily enjoyed it. Its one of my favourite project of Mark Gatiss's that I have ever seen, he's an absolutely fantastic writer, I don't care what people say I love his stories. This was a really cool supernatural story with Five and Turlough, the twists were generally shocking and it was a fun ride. Highly recommend giving Phantasmagoria a listen if you haven't done.

The Cabin At The End Of The World was better than the movie until a heavy tragic ending that differed from the movie and absorbed the bury your gays trope like a bubble. I love how Wen's povs were actually written in the style of a six year old girl. It was disturbing yess but made this story way too bury your gays trope than it already is. Might be controversial but that's my whole opinion. I also felt like the message contradicted itself is it about the desperation of religions cults or it a positive normalising gay families and about how gay love it powerful enough to save the work. On Palestine is the best book tok recommendation that I have ever been given. I wanted to fully understand the g-side happening in Palestine and all three authors summed it up perfectly. It was also interesting to learn about Propaganda and how its seeded into Israeli youth from a young age. It also heavily talks about the US and other countries and why they ally with Israel, its not what you may think. Props to Noam, Ilam and Frank for their hard work and important discussions.

Finally Happs and Welcome To St Hell. One of these two is 💩 and the other is 10/10. Yeah it's not Happs. What were Scott and team thinking, I know it might not have been intentional but Transphobia is Transphobia regardless wether or not intentional. It made me feel violated and sick and spoil my enjoyment of the other two stories in the collection. It was horror but not in a good way. Welcome To St Hell was my first graphic novel and it slapped. This was another one of my impulse purchases and I'm so glad I did indeed buy it. Terfs tried to review bomb it but I don't give a flying f** about their opinion. The Art was beautiful and I loved that Lewis didn't primarily feed into the Trans trauma trope and tell a sad story. Also The panels where he narrated and talked to his past self had me in tears of laughter cos as a semi masc Nonbinary person I found it so relatable. It's also really educational. A five star that I highly recommend.

Conclusion

A very very good reading month and it might not be a big deal to everyone else but I'm really proud of myself for what I've achieved, I literally think since I first got back into reading its an absolute record for me. Maybe it's a sign I should go out more but honestly I'm not fussed and couldn't care any less.

Big Finish for the future we're tipping into The Charley Arc as I want to listen to more 8 and one 12 and 11 multi Doctor short trip. Crazy thing is though with my audhd brain I already have next years listens planned. Expect a lot and I mean a lot of Big Finish reviews that might just be paced from Storygraph but who cares.

My next five reads as of this blog are Race To Crashpoint Tower, Jamie, A Test Of Courage, War Of The Worlds and Doctor Who: The Deviant Strain. Very excited to see how the rest of the year goes and I'm absolutely loving the lovely templates I've got from @LEEBEE_READS. So much more to come and I really love looking back and reflecting on my reader tastes.

Have a happy Pride Month everyone 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

-Melody-

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angeflrs · 1 year ago

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Flufftober — Day 06: Only One Bed.

Pairing: Max Goof / Yakko Warner.

Fandoms: Animaniacs, A Goofy Movie (Disney), Ducktales 2017 (Disney).

Word Count: 1087.

Versión Español: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50488909/chapters/127909900

When Max came on the ship on a weekend adventure and found out that he would have to share a bed with Yakko, he actually tried not to show how excited he was.

Now that he was lying on his side, with his back towards Yakko and trying to get as far away from him as possible without falling off the bed, he felt stupid.

Unable to sleep due to the anxiety of not knowing what tomorrow would be like, Max stared at the wall as memories of today replayed in his mind again.

It all started out pretty well, they arrived at the island before lunch, but the journey through the jungle to the hidden temple took all day as they expected, so once they got back to the ship, they had dinner and everyone went to bed. Donald and Scrooge would take turns taking the ship to the next point, where the other half of the treasure was supposed to be.

The problem occurred during the expedition, his uncle and great-uncle had stayed on the boat, saying that they would do this part of the adventure alone, a practice for when they grew up. Max knew that was part of the reason they invited him and let him bring the Warners, Donald trusted his nephews, but there was no way he could stop worrying, so, unofficially, Max was babysitting, with Yakko as his support. Furthermore, Max was very sure that his uncle had the supernatural strength and “magical” abilities of the Warners to face any obstacle that was too deadly.

Max was happy to go on an adventure with his family and his boyfriend's family, which is why he forgot how reckless Yakko could be sometimes.

So, when he deliberately started doing risky things and teasing while ignoring Max's warnings, it soon brought him to a breaking point where he ended up yelling at him in front of the group. He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, and was relieved that his outburst occurred when they were returning to the ship with half the treasure and the riddle that would take them to the second island in Huey's hands.

Dinner somehow ended decently thanks to all the kids who filled the silence with stories of their day (they were smart and left out the parts that would make Donald's blood pressure rise). Yakko participated in several parts, but Max remained silent. He lied that he was exhausted, while his mind raced frantically with thoughts with no beginning or end that ranged from how angry he was at Yakko to the guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach for the way he spoke to him.

Around 9 pm everyone went to their rooms, Max and Yakko changed in silence and without looking at each other they got into bed with their backs to each other. It took Max about an hour to fall asleep.

Max woke up with a start, gasping, his body shuddering under the covers. It took him a couple of minutes to calm his frantic heartbeat, with long, slow breaths, he concentrated on the sound of the waves breaking on the shore and the almost imperceptible rocking of the ship until his heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm and his claws loosened from the sleeves of his shirt.

“Maxy?” Yakko's voice was barely a whisper, but in the silent room it still made Max tense.

“Would you like a truce for a hug?” The tone was only soft this time, unsure, as if Yakko wasn't sure if he would be yelled at again or if Max had fallen asleep again, he didn't want to wake him.

Despite his better judgment, Max barely hesitated before whispering back. "I would like to…"

Silently, they both turned under the covers. Yakko crawled closer to him and Max met him halfway, opening his arms so that Yakko could settle with his nose buried in Max's shirt, while Max wrapped his arms around him and held him, resting his chin on the top of his head. Of Yakko between his ears.

The effect was instantaneous, Yakko's warmth relaxing his muscles almost instantly. The scent of lavender and ink on his nose.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Of course, he noticed. Max didn't bother to lie. “Yes, but it doesn't matter anymore.” Yakko stirred, and his hands tightened on Max's back. “Seriously, I don't even remember it anymore.”

"Sure? I wouldn’t mind listening.”

Max couldn't help but smile. His tail moved behind him in a single lazy sweep. “It was there when I opened my eyes, but it vanished in an instant. I just- I just remember being anxious and scared for someone.”

Once again silence surrounded them, Max felt his eyes begin to close more and more, when Yakko spoke again.

“I'm sorry about today.” He sounded shy, something unusual for Yakko Warner.

"Alright. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

"No, it's not okay." Yakko responded, instantly moving and raising his head to look at Max's face. “I put your family in danger and ignored you when you tried to tell me nicely. Sometimes I forget that not everyone is as resilient as my sibs and I… But that's not an excuse either, I know I wouldn't like it if someone put Wakko and Dot in danger and ignored me about it. I promise not to do it again."

“…thank you” he blinked a few times to get rid of the sleep that was clinging to his eyelids. He looked at Yakko and gave him a small smile.

Yakko smiled back, clearly more awake than Max. He settled back into Max's chest, and once again rested his chin on the top of Yakko's head when he said, "for nothing."

His voice had become slurred with sleep as he said. “And you don't have to change what you do, I wouldn't bring you in if I thought you might hurt them. I’ll just ask you to listen to me first.”

Hecould feel Yakko's smile, as well as the purrs in his chest. “Of course, HoneyKnees.”

With the last of his consciousness, Max murmured, “okay…” and fell asleep.

The next morning, they had breakfast together with the others, and although the table was big enough, they both stood so close that their shoulders were touching and their knees were knocking.

Later, they passed through the underground ruins in record time.

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Crave series (book 6): Cherish by Tracy Wolff

The sensational conclusion to the massive #1 New York Times bestselling series…

It’s been over three months since my friends and I took down Cyrus. Three months where my biggest fear was what paper was due next... But I should have known it was too good to last. Now everything is falling apart.

The Vampire Court has no king, the Dragon Court has no heart, and the Gargoyle Court has me—a teenager in way over her head. And it’s the worst possible timing, because a threat is brewing just as the Circle is collapsing.

I have no choice but to return to the Shadow Realm and face the terrifying queen who nearly ended us…and make a deal with her to save Mekhi. But this time, I’m bringing my powerful friends with me—and Hudson. Except something is wrong with him, too. He’s keeping a secret—even from me.

All I know is that everyone’s life hangs in the balance. And it’s my fault—because I still owe the Crone a favor...and now she’s come to collect.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60136526-cherish

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May 31, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Cherish has finally arrived and like all of these books, I devoured it in such a short time. Despite the fact that these books are always so long. But they are always great! Another action packed book, it is never a dull time for these characters. In this latest book, Grace just received her memories of her missing time and just in time too since her missing time is revealed to have taken place in the Shadow Realm. Exactly where her and her friends need to go in order to save their friend Mekhi. But the journey won't be easy. And if that isn't enough, the other courts each have their own problems too. And the Crone is getting ready to tear them all down. Like I said before, never a dull time. So much has happened to these guys and I was very much looking forward for them to get some happy endings. I really loved this story from the series because we could see how far Grace has come. She has grown so much from the girl we met in book one. And it was nice to see how her character has developed. One thing I will say that I wish we had with these books was more point of view chapters throughout the story and not just as bonus chapters in the back. I felt like there is so much going on with other characters like Jaxon, Flint, and Macy especially. And I would have loved to gotten in their heads to see what exactly what was going on with them. Honestly, they could all use their own books and stories. I'm glad we'll be getting a Remy book next because after everything that went down in this book with him, definitely want to catch up with him. But overall, I really loved this book and thought it was a great way to end Grace's story and this chapter in all of the characters' lives. As usual this story was action packed, lots of romance, adventure, and plenty of magic and supernatural going on. And don't forget the many twists and turns along the way! I couldn't put the story down. You don't want to miss this one from this world!

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kookieyukii · 6 months ago

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝑎𝑧𝑟𝑎𝑒𝑙

Azrael, Arabic ʿIzrāʾīl or ʿAzrāʾīl, in Islam, the angel of death who separates souls from their bodies; In his independent form, the Angel of Death is a fallen angel or demon, associated with Satan and the devil. He’s interested only in fulfilling his own initiative, rather than the will of God. He’s a type of supernatural being, and he represents demonic forces on Earth. Azrael stands with one foot in Heaven and the other on the bridge that divides Heaven and Hell.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 | 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ／𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 ／𝐴𝑧

"Azrael, the angel of death with a sense of humor, has quite the reputation in the celestial realm. You see, he’s a bit of a name-dropper. In fact, his nicknames were not bestowed upon him by divine decree but rather by us humans down here on Earth. You can thank your lucky stars that, whenever someone bit the dust, they’d simply call it “Death.” But then came the Black Plague, and Azrael overheard folks referring to him as the “Grim Reaper.”

Well, that really tickled his nonexistent funny bone. Now, Azrael isn’t one to let a catchy nickname go to waste. He decided to adopt these monikers with pride. He claims it’s all about branding, and he’s not wrong. After all, who wouldn’t want to be known as the Grim Reaper or Death? He’s like the rockstar of the afterlife, and he’s got the coolest stage name in the celestial lineup. Azrael takes this fame stuff seriously, too. He considers himself a bona fide celebrity. I mean, let’s face it, everyone knows him, whether they like it or not. And every time clock strikes midnight, he’s there, making an entrance like no other. So, whether you’re a fan of his or not, you can’t deny that Azrael has a flair for the dramatic, and he’s not afraid to embrace his reputation as the ultimate, uh, life-changer."

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 | 8000 B.C

"Well, gather ‘round, folks, because we’ve got a scoop on Death’s origin story that’s as old as, well, time itself! Believe it or not, some legends claim that Death wasn’t always the all-powerful deity we know today. Nope, he started as a regular old human being. You heard me right, Death used to be just another guy with a pulse.

Picture this: Death, the original man of mystery, was born in a small village way back in 8000 B.C. Yep, that’s so long ago even his birth certificate probably disintegrated ages ago. Now, this tiny village had one claim to fame, and that was a colossal tree they affectionately called “Rowan.” You know, like the “tree of life” kind of deal.

Now, isn’t it just the quirkiest twist of fate that Azrael, who would later become the infamous bringer of death, grew up right under the “tree of life”? It’s like living next door to a bakery and turning into a fitness guru. Life has a sense of humor, doesn’t it? So, there you have it, the incredible tale of how Death, the God of... well, death, came to be from humble beginnings in a village with a slightly ironic tree name."

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒊𝒎

"Azrael, our eternal angel of death, was born as a male, and guess what, he’s still keeping it real in the male department. He’s not particularly picky about pronouns, but here are the ones he’s cool with: He, Him, His, They, Them, Theirs. You know, just to keep it flexible for all those souls he’s escorting to the great beyond. Options, people, options!

But here’s the golden rule if you ever find yourself in a celestial tête-à-tête with Azrael: never, and I mean NEVER, call him an “it.” Oh boy, that’s a surefire way to make the angel of death cringe. It’s like a dagger through his immaterial heart! So, let’s do him a solid and stick to the pronouns he prefers, shall we? After all, even the bringer of doom deserves a little linguistic respect."

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧

"Ah, the mystery of Azrael’s nationality and ethnicity, or as I like to call it, the cosmic enigma of “Where in the Universe is Azrael From?” You see, folks, it’s a real head-scratcher because this guy has been around since the beginning of time. Yeah, wrap your head around that one!

He’s like the ultimate time traveler, and he forgot to bring his passport or leave a note with his hometown coordinates. So, naturally, scholars and celestial detectives have been stumped for millennia. Maybe he’s from a place that predates borders and citizenships – you know, like the original “no man’s land.”

In any case, the next time you’re in a pub quiz and someone asks about Azrael’s nationality, just chuckle and say, “Well, he’s a universal citizen, born before borders were cool!” It’s a guaranteed conversation starter, trust me."

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 |

Azrael, the imposing figure that he was, stood tall at a towering 6 feet and 7 inches, or a more precise 200.66 centimeters if you’re into that level of accuracy. His physique could be best described as mesomorphic, or in simpler terms, he had a body that had clearly seen its fair share of workouts and gym sessions.

He sported an athletic build that seemed almost comically well-maintained, considering his otherworldly occupation. Despite his extraordinary height, Azrael’s weight was a mere 140 pounds, a detail that might prompt a few jokes among his celestial peers. It was as if he had walked straight out of an otherworldly bodybuilding competition, with biceps that could probably bench press a small car, and a chest that looked like it could double as a battering ram.

All this, combined with his ominous hooded cloak and scythe, made one wonder if Death had secretly been moonlighting as a fitness instructor in the afterlife – “Death by Dumbbells” perhaps.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

Death’s aesthetic is a curious blend that resides somewhere between the realms of gothic, grunge, and dark academia, though if you were to mention this to him, he might raise a nonchalant skeletal eyebrow. He seems to relish in creating his own unique, macabre style.

His wardrobe could be described as a collection of attire for the eternally moody. His favorite colors appear to be “midnight black,” “dusky charcoal,” and “ominous obsidian.” His tattered cloak, reminiscent of a rock star’s stage attire after an electrifying performance, flutters dramatically as if it’s auditioning for a role in a Shakespearean tragedy. And that hood? Well, it adds that touch of enigma that all the coolest dark figures seem to have.

But don’t be fooled; beneath the shadows and cloak, Death has a sense of style, and he’s particular about it. His scythe is no ordinary garden tool; it’s the accessory of choice for someone who’s serious about their work.

In a strange and humorously paradoxical way, Death seems to be the fashion icon of the afterlife, rocking the “dying is the new living” look with an air of timelessness.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 | 10/10

Ah, Azrael, the God of Death himself! Let’s talk about his physical prowess, but tread lightly – he’s been around for so long that asking his age is a bit like asking the universe for its Social Security number.

Trust me; you don’t want to go there. Physically, Azrael is no slouch, and that’s not surprising considering he’s been in the death business for a cool billion years. I mean, just imagine all those souls he’s had to lift and escort to the great beyond. No wonder he’s built like a cosmic bodybuilder.

He probably bench-presses galaxies during his cosmic workouts. And let’s not forget, he’s been around since the beginning of time, so his personal gym routine probably predates even the concept of gyms. Pilates with primordial forces, anyone? But do be careful when you bring up his age; he’s rather sensitive about it.

After all, when you’ve seen stars being born and die, you tend to want to keep some things under wraps. So, next time you’re chatting with Azrael, maybe steer the conversation away from age and stick to safer topics, like, “What’s your favorite celestial body part to work out?” Wink wink

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 | 5/10

You’d think he has it all together with his cosmic job title, but let’s not forget that even divine entities can have their share of mental meltdowns. After all, he’s been on the job for a billion years, and that’s a lot of lifetimes to witness.

Imagine watching countless rom-coms where love triumphs, only to escort the lovers to the afterlife moments later. That’s like crying your heart out at a movie and then having to clean up the popcorn. No wonder he’s had a few existential crisis moments.

And don’t get him started on the dinosaurs; he still hasn’t forgiven that asteroid. It’s not easy being the one who has to keep the cosmic balance while the universe serves up its daily dose of chaos and calamity.

So, yeah, his mental health isn’t exactly tip-top, but can you blame the guy? I mean, he’s practically the universe’s eternal therapist, and he probably needs a session or two himself. But, hey, at least he’s got a dark sense of humor to keep him going. After all, when your job involves dealing with the ultimate end, a good laugh is like cosmic therapy, right?

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

Allergies? Please, he’s practically allergic to nothing. It’s no surprise when you’re the harbinger of life’s final curtain call.

I mean, really, can you picture Death having a sneezing fit at the worst possible moment? “Bless you, Death!” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it when you’re about to shuffle off this mortal coil. “Sorry, folks, I’m just allergic to daisies. My bad.”

And speaking of flowers, can you imagine him with hay fever? The Grim Reaper sporting dark sunglasses and a tissue, mopping his non-existent brow with an ethereal handkerchief? It’s like a cosmic comedy skit waiting to happen.

But, nope, no allergies for Death. He’s seen it all, from pollen-filled gardens to dusty catacombs, and he’s not about to let a little sniffle get in the way of his eternal duties. After all, when you’re the ultimate end, allergies are just another punchline in the grand cosmic joke.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Death, the eternal figure with a penchant for dramatic entrances, has a sexual orientation that’s as straightforward as a one-way ticket to the afterlife – he’s as straight as a well-ironed dress shirt in a room full of wrinkled ones.

Despite being the master of transitions between life and whatever comes next, Death himself doesn’t have any intentions of transitioning away from his attraction to individuals of the opposite gender. He’s more into the “eternal flame” than the “dual-flame candlesticks.”

Of course, dating for Death has its challenges. When he tells someone they have “killer looks,” he really means it. And when he asks for a “hot date,” he might be a bit too literal. But hey, nobody’s perfect, not even the Grim Reaper himself.

In the grand scheme of existence, Death’s sexual orientation is just one more facet of his complex character. So, while he may be the ultimate end, he’s also proof that even death has a love life – and a quirky one at that!

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Death, the enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows, approaches romance with the flair of a tragic hero in a Shakespearean play – he’s as straight as a ruler with a penchant for the opposite sex.

In the grand cosmic opera of love and attraction, Death waltzes with those of the fairer gender, twirling through the ages like a timeless Casanova. When he flirts, it’s like he’s mastered the art of the “dead-pan” compliment – it may be macabre, but it gets a laugh (or a shiver).

His ideal date night? A candlelit dinner in a crypt, all jokes. And when he says, “You take my breath away,” it’s usually because he’s here to collect your soul.

But there’s a catch when dating Death –he’s always dressed for a formal occasion. So, when he says, “We’re going out tonight,” he’s not kidding. Better dust off that tuxedo or evening gown because you’re in for a night that’ll be both eternal and eternally classy.

So, Death’s romantic orientation is about as clear as a crystal ball – straight, with a dark and slightly morbid sense of humor that keeps the sparks flying, even in the afterlife.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆! 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆! 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈!

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄—

𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

In the annals of celestial history, Death wasn’t just any angel; he was the shining star of the heavenly league. Well, at least if you discount that little Lucifer fiasco – you know, the favorite angel trying to pull a cosmic coup, ending up doing a nose-dive from the celestial realm. But Death had his own special falling-from-grace story, and let me tell you, it was about as elegant as a penguin attempting a triple axel on roller skates. He earned his ejection from heaven with a spectacular display of naughtiness that would make even the most unruly cherub blush. And what were the consequences? Oh, just having his wings unceremoniously yanked off and a one-way express ticket to Earth. wait, there’s a bonus round – a good old-fashioned curse to top it off. Death’s new gig? Soul-sucking and soul-sorting. He had to act as the cosmic FedEx, ensuring that souls reached their final destinations – the VIP section in heaven or the eternal frat party down in hell.

Neglecting his duty led to a fun little side effect: a slow, agonizing decline in the human realm, turning him into a glorified human-sized paperweight. Technically, he was still alive, just as useful as a garden gnome. But here’s the kicker: as long as Death did his grim reaping without causing pandemonium on Earth (like unleashing Black Plague 2.0 or inventing disco music), the heavenly hierarchy turned a blind eye to his shenanigans. Talk about a system rigged tighter than a Rubik’s Cube and elders who missed the “How to Parent Divine Beings” handbook.Now, the real dark comedy here? When Death goofed up, there were no divine reprimands or heavenly timeouts. The bigwigs up in the clouds were collectively holding their breath, secretly terrified of what havoc he could unleash if they crossed him. That’s just how much power God had granted him – a fact that had Death giggling with dark amusement. But this fallen angel, or rather ‘Death,’ wasn’t your garden-variety bad boy. Forget charm; he had all the appeal of a soggy newspaper.

You’d understand why everyone loathed him once you realized that his ‘Angel’ title, the ‘Angel of Death,’ was pure poppycock. Sure, he’d scaled back on his random acts of annihilation, but deep down, he was as twisted as a pretzel. He’d always had a knack for getting what he wanted, no matter the body count. And that dark streak had been etched into his cosmic resume for centuries – and well, even more centuries. At first, he despised his grim vocation, but as the millennia rolled on, he started...enjoying it. He reluctantly accepted that he was in this for the long haul, destined to be the universe’s most peculiar delivery guy forever. Dark and twisted, isn’t it?

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎—

𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹

‘Hold onto your scythes, folks, because we’re about to dive deeper into Death’s cosmic capers, and boy, did he have a knack for making the afterlife a real hoot!

Imagine this: Death, the ultimate mischief-maker, decided that guiding souls to the great beyond wasn’t thrilling enough. No, he thought, let’s turn this whole gig into a celestial game show. “Dodge the Bus” was his favorite. He’d stand there all incognito, waiting for an unsuspecting human to stroll by, and then bam – they’re the star of their very own, short-lived reality show. Talk about your otherworldly bully with a twisted sense of humor!

Now, after Death took a one-way ticket to the dark side and became a fallen angel, his mission became clear: to make sure everyone he met had a “special” experience.

Option A: You owe him big time.

Option B: Your boots quake like they’re in a rock concert mosh pit.

Option C: You suddenly discover Olympic-level sprinting skills as you flee in the opposite direction.

And for those who wanted bonus points,

Option D was always on the table – that’s right, all of the above! Death was an equal-opportunity terrorizer.

But here’s the real kicker, folks: When he got bored, he’d pull out the cosmic psychological warfare handbook. He’d torment his victims with their own fears, like a cosmic therapist gone rogue. It was like a game of mental chess, with Death always making the final checkmate move.

And let’s not forget, there were those moments when he’d torture humans just for kicks and giggles. Why? Because he had a real soft spot for the human species... NOT! Death had a special kind of disdain for us mere mortals, and he wore it like a badge of honor.

So, next time you’re out for a celestial stroll, keep your wits about you. You never know when you might cross paths with the ultimate prankster of the afterlife. Remember, if you see a bus, make like Usain Bolt, because Death’s sense of humor is darker than a black hole."

—Story Time—

"She’s just a baby!” The mother’s anguished cry pierced the air like a lament from the abyss. “Don’t hurt my baby!”

Gripping his skull in sheer agony, the man shook his head back and forth, a tortured soul trapped in his own torment. “The pain! Make it stop!” He staggered forward and struck the mother with a vicious punch to her face. The sickening sound of bone against bone echoed in the air. His gaze then fixated on Grace, a child trembling in fear, her innocence shattering like glass.

“Grace! Run!” Her mother’s desperate plea was swallowed by the cacophonous explosion of the gunshot. Grace’s ears rang, rendering her temporarily deaf to her mother’s frantic cries. The searing impact of the bullet tore through her small body, a visceral agony that left her numb to the world. She scarcely felt the bullet’s entry into her stomach, nor the brutal collision of her head with the unforgiving ground. Nearby, Mr. Wiggles, her cherished teddy bear, lay abandoned on the cold floor. Beside him, the gothic cashier lay lifeless, a gaping void at the center of her skull.

Grace attempted to scream, but her voice was but a hollow whisper. She rolled onto her back, lips trembling, eyes wide open, pupils dilated in terror, gazing with a vacant, haunting stare at the ceiling above. A crimson pool formed beneath her, a morbid tableau of her innocence stolen.

“Grace! My baby, my baby!” Her mother’s cries reached her through a thick fog of agony. Summoning every ounce of her fading strength, Grace launched herself at the gunman. With a ferocity born of despair, she knocked the firearm from his grasp, striking him with a heavy object. He crumpled to the ground, a fallen specter in the dark theater of their tragedy.

The scene unfolded like a sinister theater production in the dimly lit store. The masked men, their faces hidden behind malevolently anonymous masks, raised their menacing firearms. Yet, as their eyes fell upon Grace sprawled helplessly on the ground, an uncanny stillness seized them. It was as if the sight of a vulnerable child momentarily softened their hearts.

“Love bears all things, he believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends,” one of the masked men murmured, his voice trembling with an odd mixture of reverence and fear. “As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away… Lord, send me an angel, a miracle.”

The gunman who had earlier struck Grace now struggled to rise from the cold floor. He glanced down at his trembling hands, which betrayed a strange vulnerability, and his tear-filled eyes grazed Grace’s stiffening form.

As Grace fell into an eerie trance, her gaze fixed on the ceiling’s glittering surface. Suddenly, a smooth, baritone voice swirled around her ears, accompanied by the silhouette of a colossal shadow. “Well, wasn’t that boring,” the shadow quipped, its tone dripping with dark humor. “You made the mother watch? That’s very cliché, don’t you think? So unoriginal. There are plenty of books and movies out there you could’ve studied before robbing this place, you know. I’d give that performance a 2 out of 10, tops.

The gunman turned, his eyes wide in shock, as if he had seen the unholy. “Jesus... Christ,” he muttered, falling to his knees, mouth agape in disbelief. A hooded figure materialized out of thin air, draped in a shroud of obsidian, concealing their identity completely. Towering over the trembling gunman, this enigmatic presence appeared twice the size of an average man, brandishing a peculiar weapon in its left gloved hand – a scythe.

“Wrong,” the shadowy figure corrected with a hint of annoyance. “Jesus? Really? You’ve managed to insult me immensely.”

The other masked men in the store stood frozen, gaping at the imposing hooded figure, their expressions mirroring shock before they scrambled over each other to escape the store.

“Please call me Death,” the mysterious hooded figure said with an impish “boop” as it lightly tapped the gunman on the shoulder. In an instant, the man collapsed, lifeless. Death nudged the lifeless body with the tip of his black boot, feigning sorrow. “Sigh,” he lamented, “it’s as if everything I touch dies, you know?”

Brightening, Death extended a hand to the bewildered mother. “I’m Death. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The mother gasped, her hand trembling as she hesitated to shake the hand of the being who had just proclaimed, “It’s as if everything I touch dies.”

Death, with all the theatrical flair of a seasoned stand-up comedian, slyly tucked his bony hands behind his back. “Small joke,” he quipped, tilting his head toward Grace. “Well, well, well, who’s gracing us with her presence at precisely 10:32 AM? None other than Grace Williams! I must say, I’m quite a fan of these Catholic names.”

The towering cloaked figure sauntered over the lifeless body of the would-be robber, his presence ominous yet strangely comical. As he leaned down to hover his fingers over Grace’s cheek, his tone shifted into something gravely serious.

“Her soul, oh, it’s pure, and regrettably, so young. Collecting the little ones is always a chore. But this soul, it’s something else, something I’ve never seen in all my years,” he mused, chuckling softly. “I must admit, even I thought those robbers were cliché, but this soul... it’s unique. Most souls are different shades of blue, but hers... hers is white? Fascinating!”

As the hooded man rambled on, the distraught mother continued to sob, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. “Are you... are...” She hesitated, her blue eyes returning to Grace’s pale face. “Please, don’t take her from me,” she whispered, shutting her eyes as if to shield herself from the harsh reality. “I know who you are. If her soul is special in any way, please—“

“Really? You’ve got me all figured out?” Death replied sarcastically. “Was it the cloak or the scythe that gave it away? I’m taking a survey here.” Snorting, he strolled around Grace’s lifeless form, hands still clasped behind his back, and nonchalantly kicked the gothic cashier’s corpse aside. “Move over, Lily Foster, I’ve got a job to do.” He squatted down next to the smudged remains of the gothic girl, still scrutinizing Grace. “So, Mom, are you thinking cremation? I’d advise against it. The wrong mortician might turn that huge, gaping, frankly revolting, gash on your child’s stomach into a bee sting!” The mother’s sobs intensified.

“Relax, woman. Just another little jest,” Death reassured her. “Here, let me put your mind at ease. I promise that your Grace won’t be departing today, but only if you stop the waterworks. How’s that?” The mother, her attention wholly captivated by the enigmatic hooded man, managed to calm down slightly.

“Good. Yes?” Death continued after a dramatic pause. “Well, I have a proposition you might find intriguing. You see, I haven’t come across a soul as pure as your daughter’s in quite a while. Call me a collector of rare gems, but this particular soul, I’d like to spare and let it mature.” His deep laughter sent shivers down Grace and her mother’s spines, and his hand brushed against Grace’s ever-so-slightly trembling hand. “So, how badly do you want to see your daughter graduate middle school? Attend prom? Get married? Live her life?”

The mother, once again overwhelmed with emotion, pleaded, “That’s all I want. Please, please help her! Help my baby!”

“I will come for her,” Death stated with a dramatic flair, a twisted grin forming beneath his hood. “I will come for Grace when the time is right. One cannot escape me without offering something in return... your compensation for me sparing your daughter’s life will be... her. Are you willing to accept that

I will take her away from you? This is my only offer. You don’t have much time.” Blood started to seep from Grace’s lips, a gruesome sight that sent chills down her mother’s spine. She frantically looked at the hooded figure and then back at her child.

“How long would I have until you come for her?” Her voice grew more demanding and hysterical. “How long would my husband and I have her?”

“You’re in luck, I’m prepared to make you an excellent deal,” Death whispered with his smooth, deep voice, relishing the tension in the room. “Excellent for myself, at least. You will owe me a favor, not now, probably a few years from now. When I’m there to collect the favor, you better do what I say, because I will not hesitate to snap your daughter’s head off. Right in front of you. There it is again, cliché time.”

As Death slowly tilted his hooded face away from Grace and towards the mother, her hesitation morphed almost into acceptance, as if he had some unnatural hold over her with his eyes. “Please, just save Grace! Just save her!” she pleaded.

“As you wish.” Death looked back down at Grace and grinned, his teeth flashing menacingly in the darkness that surrounded his face. His next words were foreign and velvety, as gentle as a caress on the cheek.

Suddenly, light lit up under his hood, revealing the most intriguing color of eyes. Chiseled, pierced, male features hovered over Grace’s face. Death slipped off one of his leather gloves, revealing a hand with odd black markings, which he hovered palm down over Grace’s stomach. Grace’s eyes opened wider as she felt the pressure in her stomach subside, her body becoming stronger. The blood flooding from her mouth was absorbed back down her throat all at once, momentarily leaving her breathless. When she could breathe again, there was absolutely no pain in her body.

“Mommy?” she whispered, anxiety building in her chest when she saw her mother crying. “Mommy? Why are you crying?” she asked. “Grace?” Her mother’s features lit up in happiness.

“Grace—“ The hooded man held up a gloved hand.

“Do not touch the girl yet; she is in a fragile state. Grace doesn’t remember what happened to her; she will remember in due time,” Death explained, leaning his shadowed face as if to observe Grace. She stilled under his intelligent gaze, knowing it was best not to move.

“It is time to seal the deal.” Lights flickered violently in the market. The ground shook. A black cloud surrounded Grace and Death as if creating a shield around them. Before spiraling down like a tornado.

Absorbing like a sponge straight into the center of her chest. Grace jerked upwards, making her mother instinctively move towards her. Death held her back again as Grace momentarily struggled to breathe. Her sunshine blond hair slowly began to drift into the midnight. Becoming black from the roots down.

Then she fell back down on the floor, stunned. “You too, Mom. There’s no backing out of this now. You are bound to our deal.“ Death touched the mothers hand, and her hair began to change as well. Her short golden hair melted into a halo of black. Death then leaned over Grace’s face again, mumbling more foreign words under his breath. Death put Grace back on the floor and stood up to his overpowering height. With a small movement of his hand, his scythe appeared out of thin air. “Her twentieth birthday.” Death reminded the mother.

“I will make sure you will remember but I’m sure you will regardless. I will come to visit her as I please. You will not interfere, or I will destroy her without hesitation, and then destroy you.” Death began to walk away from the two, turning to give Grace one last, long look as she began to sit up. She was in awe, staring at such a large, evil being who radiated so much power that it was hard to look away from him. Grace could no longer see Death’s face but she could tell he was smirking. And not in a friendly way. The mother's smile would soon disappear as she slowly realizes, she just made a 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹.’

>Storytime ᴘᴀʀт ıѕ ꜰʀ𝗈м Kᴀтᴀʀıɴᴀ E. T𝗈ɴкѕ! all credits to her.

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄—

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵

Death glanced over at Cerberus, who was busy morphing from a three-headed watchdog into a more conventional-looking canine. He nudged his celestial gossip newspaper, featuring the latest celebrity scandal, toward the mythical pup. “What do you think, Cerberus? She has pretty terrible taste in men, right?” Cerberus responded with an enthusiastic bark that translated to, “Oh, absolutely, the worst!”

Amused, Death chuckled and casually slid his hands behind his back. He sauntered to the center of the road, where his next unsuspecting victim was cruising along. With a casual wave of his hand, the trees began to shake so violently that a deer seemingly teleported out of thin air, causing the poor driver to swerve wildly and crash into a fallen tree.

The tree’s pointed end skewered the car’s windshield, piercing the woman’s stomach. Death shrugged indifferently, surveying the chaotic scene. “Aaand!, There she goes,” he mused. He ambled over to the now-wrecked vehicle, peered into the driver’s window, and observed the lifeless woman with an eerie grin.

In the blink of an eye, his scythe appeared, snatching her soul and whisking it off to Limbo for a thorough evaluation of her afterlife destination. This lady was undoubtedly heading south, probably straight to hell. Why, you ask? Well, she’d murdered both her husband and her child in a fit of annoyance. Now, their remains sat snugly in the car trunk, wrapped up in black plastic bags – disturbing, right?

But then, a ringtone chimed – seriously, when did Limbo get signal? Death looked at the phone, nonchalantly pushed the woman off a metaphorical cliff using his scythe (she’s in the right place now), and muttered, “Oh, it’s just my reminder.” Ever since he’d discovered these human contraptions called “phones,” he had a soft spot for their innovations, despite his disdain for humanity. He silenced the alarm, which read “Visit Care Homes,” and returned to the mortal realm.

“Off to the retirement home – where they’re either dying to see me or pretending not to!” Death chuckled, always ready with a dark-humored quip as he went about his afterlife duties.

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑—

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲

In the chilling depths of the underworld, Death reveled in his gruesome feast. The head of his latest victim dangled limply from his hand, torn off with merciless precision. As he held the severed head aloft, a sinister surge of warmth enveloped him, the dark magic within him greedily devouring the doomed soul.

But as the euphoria of consumption faded, a bone-chilling coldness crept back in. The insatiable hunger for more souls clawed at the very core of his being. “Can’t keep track, can’t keep track,” he muttered, a maddening mantra repeated a million times. His eyes darted around as if he were being watched, paranoia dripping from his every movement.

He found himself in the shadowy halls of the underworld, a place that felt like home. Here, the lost souls congregated, their tormented whispers a constant cacophony in his ears. “Shush! I’m trying to think!” Death roared, his patience unraveling like a tattered shroud. With a violent flick of his bony hand, he discarded the severed head into a pile of garbage, where it joined countless others in macabre anonymity. The voices, now agitated, only fueled his growing madness. He clutched his skull, fingers digging into his spectral flesh, and erupted into a maniacal laughter that echoed through the nightmarish realm.

“Oh, the irony of it all!” he crooned amid his twisted mirth, his voice a grotesque melody of madness.

Unbeknownst to Death, a lone mortal had borne witness to this gruesome spectacle, their sanity forever scarred by the horrifying sight. A shrill, agonized scream rents the air as they recoil in terror.

But Death was far from oblivious. Slowly, with an unsettling tilt of his head, he turned toward the trembling mortal. His unhurried approach was marked by a sinister chuckle that sent shivers down the witness’s spine. With deliberate malice, he reached out and grasped the mortal’s frail form, his bony fingers like icy talons.

In a horrifying display of brutality, he began to tear the hapless mortal asunder. The anguished screams of the victim resonated through the grim abyss, a symphony of despair. Death chuckled again, his voice dripping with malevolence, as he feasted upon the mortal’s agony. With each savage bite, he devoured them as if they were nothing more than a macabre snack, savoring the delicious torment in the air.

In the depths of the underworld, the boundaries between life and death dissolved into a nightmarish tableau of eternal suffering, and Death reveled in his role as the ultimate tormentor.

#oc rp #oc #open rp #aesthetic #new rp #1x1 rp search #looking for rp #1x1 rp #rp partner needed #tw death #grim reaper #roleplay

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therealriver1 · 11 months ago

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Getting Back Into Writing...

I know I've been gone a while, but I don't plan on making any grand speech or introductions. I've considered closing this account multiple times since I don't know if anyone still reads my content or uses this platform. Nonetheless it's 2024 and I'm still here.

I started blogging on Tumblr as a hobby and because I really enjoyed writing. I still love writing! Writing on here acted as a journal for me, something that I could use to look back on years from now. Since I started writing with the intention of doing it for myself, I will continue to do so. I am glad to be back and will try my best to stay consistent. At the same time, I also don't want to force myself to write just for writings' sake. Instead, I'll write when I feel most inspired.

I had this idea of doing a "movie watchlist" based on my opinion of course. I wanted this list to be here for me in the future so I could see if my taste in movies has changed, matured or anything at all. Over the years I've watched a bunch of movies that I've enjoyed for different reasons. Movies were one good source of entertainment for me and my family growing up and brought me lots of fond memories. I remember being so excited to go to the video shop and pick out some of my favorites to rent and then going back home & watching it with my family. Dad and I would go to the video store and browse, sometimes taking longer than expected. I'd spend time looking at the covers reading the synopsis on the back before choosing anything. I was so proud when I picked something decent that everyone liked, I'd brag and say I had good taste! Those were the simple times when life was easy.

I digress, getting back to this list of mine. Let's just call it "Rivers' ultimate watchlist" for now. Like I said before this will be a random list of movies in no particular order from horror, comedy, romance, adventure, sci-fi and everything else in between. You might not know all of these movies or even like them but if you do find yourself bored and wondering what to watch, give it a try. I am sure you will find at least one good gem worth your time! I think I might do the same list for anime, kdrama, tv series and animated films later on and possibly update this movie list and add more titles.

Here's the list: ⦁ Harry Potter 2001 1-7 (The first four movies were among my faves) ⦁ Thirteen Ghosts 2001 (I don't know why but I've always liked this one) ⦁ Darkness Falls 2003 (A horror movie about the tooth fairy. This one will scare your kids.) ⦁ The Exorcist 1973 (The first one is still the scariest of all time. I also liked Exorcist: The Beginning but these are flicks I don't want to watch repeatedly or at night.) ⦁ Resident Evil 2002 (Yes, I know it's a video game adaptation and not everyone likes it. The very first one is a classic. I've also seen all the other movies in the franchise multiple times mostly because I like zombie action and Milla Jovovich) ⦁ Without a Paddle 2004 (A great comedy full of laughs. Definitely a fun watch in my opinion) ⦁ Euro Trip 2004 ("Scotty doesn't know!" "This isn't where I parked my car". I still remember the lyrics to the song. This one is a bit raunchy but in a good way if that makes sense.) ⦁ Me, Myself and Irene 2000 (Jim Carrey is great and so is Renée Zellweger. I really liked this one. Watch with an open mind) ⦁ Alien 1979 by Ridley Scott (I can't believe some people still haven't seen this. I love aliens and this one is a certified classic. You just have to see it for yourself. I've seen all the movies in the franchise and I'm still a fan after all these years. I'd happily rewatch any time.) ⦁ Blade 1988 1-3 (Ah vampires what can I say, I do love my supernatural movies! I think Wesley Snipes totally embodied Blade and was perfect for the role. I only recently found out that there's an animated version which features more of the lore from the comic books. The action in this movie is too good to pass on. In fact, my mom loved it so much she named our dog Blade) ⦁ Terminator 1984 (The second one is my favorite out of all the Terminator films, but I still enjoyed watching the others. There's just something about man versus machine that keeps you glued to your screen, that and Arnold Swarzenegger. ⦁ Zathura : A Space Adventure 2005 (I loved it! It's a kids movie but it's still a good) ⦁ Predator 1987 (Tying into the whole Alien vs Predator universe I naturally had to watch this. Prey is the most recently released movie in the franchise, do not skip this one!) ⦁ RV 2006 (Robin Williams is so funny, great family movie to watch together on movie night! ⦁ Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events 2004 (Some might say it's depressing, but the cast are brilliant actors and I thought it was a very clever film.) ⦁ Serenity 2005 (I didn't even know there was a show called Firefly linked to this movie. I only found out years later) ⦁ Pan's Labyrinth 2005 (Dark, twisted and brilliant but definitely not meant for everyone! This is a Spanish movie by Guillermo del Toro and still one of my faves. Please watch it with subtitles and not in dub. Also see Pacific Rim from the same director if you haven't watched it yet) ⦁ Jurassic Park 1993 1-3 (What can I say, I love dinos! The original will always be my favorite.) ⦁ Because of Winn Dixie 2005 (Great family film. Wholesome and heartwarming) ⦁ Dreamcatcher 2003 (This movie freaked me out as a kid, especially the toilet scene. I also heard there's a book so I might have to read it eventually) ⦁ Apocalypto 2006 (A really great film by Mel Gibson. If you can handle brutality, give it a try. It's definitely not for the faint of heart) ⦁ The Descent 2005 (If you're claustrophobic this movie will be your worst nightmare) ⦁ A Sound of Thunder 2005 (When I was young, I thought this movie had a really interesting concept.) ⦁ The Cave 2005 (It's similar to The Descent. It has that element of fear, the unknown and of course a mysterious creature) ⦁ Wonder 2017 (A really beautiful film with a great message) ⦁ Billie Elliot 2000 (The ending was so great! And I love the soundtrack because of Elton John. My favorite song from the movie was "electricity".)

(P.S I will be posting this in two parts because this was way longer than I expected!!)

#writers on tumblr #blogging #blog post #girlblogging #movies to watch #movie review #movie recommendation #horror films #old movies #scary movies

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steveskafte · 2 years ago

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SOME CALL IT JOY Most folks would tell you that they don't practice comparative happiness, but it's a very human thing to dismiss the pleasures of anyone who found them in places opposite to your own. If you've read me now for any amount of time, you're familiar with my rather fundamentalist childhood. When I was growing up in the church, there was always an implicit message in the testimonies – what you could call the "once was lost, but now I'm found" narrative. Their origin stories might vary wildly, but for whoever was standing on that stage, the key result was the universal happiness we all now shared together. Trouble for me was, I was never happy. I'd been deeply immersed in all that stuff from the start, and it made me consistently disquieted with each passing year. Maybe it was my inbuilt introversion, hating to be in a room full of people. Perhaps it was my disconnection to spiritual things. I liked to taste, touch, hear, see, and smell – but the abstract notion of supernatural connections never found a place in my heart. In my late teens, early twenties, I went hard down that straight and narrow road. Countless meetings, prayers, fasting, reading, and study. Total immersion in everything and everywhere I'd been taught to find happiness hiding. By the end of it, I'd reached a low even lower than I'd ever imagined before. It got so rough that I started asking myself if therapy or medication was what I really needed. Assuming that was the only remaining option for getting happy, I thought I'd start by taking a break from looking. It was right about this time that I really got into exploring. The first year of my daily journal mostly fell to last minute evenings, while I worked long days for the cable company. It was 2008 when I finally left that job, and started pulling back from the church as well. I honestly didn't expect any improvement in my mental state. I believed I'd already exhausted my options, and this was just a roundabout way of giving up. But as I drifted from all things spiritual, it was like somebody finally turned on the light. It's hard to explain the depth of my surprise, when I realized how much happier I'd been capable of being. For years, I'd been like some desperate monkey, trying to pull his prize from a hole in a tree. Fist closed tight, unable to get his hand out the way he got it in. Letting go was the best choice I ever made. Now maybe if I were asked to offer a testimony, it might go like this: "I once was found, but now I'm lost." Tried to make it make sense to them, but never could get it across. You see, I wanted so much to share the irrepressible beauty and wonder I'd experienced exploring, but I didn't use the right language. Couldn't find the words to make them understand that I was truly happy, and full of the hope I'd been after. If I changed the words, turned "nature" to "God" or made my adventures sound more spiritual, who knows? But it turns out that no one in the church wants to hear about you finding more joy outside it. So I finally stopped going, and now it's been seven years since I last sat through a service. I don't know that anyone who reads me could use this advice, but on the off chance, here goes – don't waste your life thinking that there's only one real road. It could be the one you thought, but look nothing like you've imagined, or everyone you've met might have misinterpreted it. There's nothing wrong with being on your own, and there's no great good in community if they're not your kind of person. Fellowship is cold comfort without friendship. Think about five things that have made you happiest, and if those things aren't present in your life, ask yourself if you're really living where the truth lies. It's okay to be miserable, it's fine, don't feel bad about feeling bad. But don't go running to unhappiness just because some call it joy. June 2, 2023 Paradise, Nova Scotia Year 16, Day 5682 of my daily journal.

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see-arcane · 2 years ago

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Have you ever thought of writing canon-compliant sequel? Weather it features the Harkers' [spoilers redacted] or not in the monster-hunting thing.

A straight-up sequel, no tweaks or AUs allowed? No.

What I would like to see--if not necessarily write--is the Dracula crew turning up as side characters or surprise cameos in someone else's gothic/supernatural adventure. They would get to be the cool kids! The ones who have been there and done that and gotten all the horror genre badges! The two versions I've poked the most in this vein are:

A) The Fallout of Dracula's Trip to the Zoo, aka, A Tale of an Amateur Chiropterologist--Dracula pauses after his wolf visit to check out the bats. Someone makes the mistake of engaging in uneasy conversation with him--a fellow fan of the misunderstood little dears!--only to have a certain Transylvanian specimen come knocking at the window and cause some undocumented-in-the-novel havoc. All this would be poured out to a head doctor at the insistence of the girl's family; now doubly petrified of being stamped a madwoman for telling the truth. The twist?

She's been talking to Jack Seward this whole time.

His diagnosis is that she's an excellent storyteller and not mad at all, ha ha, would she like to meet some people who are also great storytellers? They collaborated on a whole novel together! Let's go chat with them. Right now. Preferably in broad daylight.

B) The Vampire Hunting Gang are Not Allowed to Retire--Despite their best happily ever after efforts, supernatural shit keeps happening. Not necessarily to them! But maybe a friend. Or a friend of a friend. Or maybe they just catch something paranormally abnormal out the corner of their eye. So they help out. (Subtly. No need to share their story, making everyone involved look mad, ha ha. Really. You're very welcome, Now Don't Say Shit.)

People being people, of course it spreads. No names to the presses! But still. Folks of particular 'extraordinary afflictions' maybe start sniffing out certain persons just trying to Live Their Normal Lives, Damn It, but their consciences and experience can't just shut the door on the latest victim. And the next and the next. Lord Godalming finally throws his hands up and puts together a fund (and perhaps a front building) just for the purposes of their in-demand 'hobby.'

For better or worse (mostly better), our heroes establish a legacy of banishing bogeymen.

But all of this is waaay too hefty for me to juggle on top of all the other stories I have cooking at present, so they've been tossed on the back burner for the time being.

#they are all so tired after Dracula-ing around England and Europe let them rest #dracula #dracula daily #sequel

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qqueenofhades · 3 years ago

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20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!

Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.

Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.

1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark * author of color * steampunk Cairo in 1912 * djinn! magic! murder mystery! * butch Arab lesbian main character * devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant * anticolonial alternate history

2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens) * trans author * bi, pan, trans, aro representation * racially diverse characters * all female POV characters * high-fantasy world adventures

3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall * queer author * look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH * contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends * it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it * there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book

4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth) * the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!” * that is exactly what you get * slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance * I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it * also fucking HILARIOUS

5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston * queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue) * bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance * time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem) * magical realism * many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them

6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger * this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless * steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious) * pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it! * two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F) * she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger

7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth * queer author * historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day * all sapphic female main characters * plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story

8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston * you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again * the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue * yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick * hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life

9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall * same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest * bisexual female protagonist * absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials) * sweet and surprisingly thoughtful

10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey * genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color * almost all main characters are brown people! * lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world * gods, prophecies, monsters * the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor

11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz * nonbinary (they/them) author * time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale * will probably make your head explode * feminist, queer, subversive * diverse characters

12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee * queer author * technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s * bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color * (mis)adventures across Europe * has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist

13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper * nonbinary/genderqueer author * M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached) * HECKING HILARIOUS * sweet, escapist, and very low stakes * diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder

14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee * PIRATES, obviously * sequel to Gentleman’s Guide * asexual female protagonist * strong queerplatonic f/f friendship * more historical/magical 18th century adventures

15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony * Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me * but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?! * gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle * people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh * endgame M/M romance for the main character * books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above

16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith * queer author * heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures * The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians * Pansexual Black badass female heroine * Queer found families * The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)

17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon * epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world * main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard * sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings * so many strong women and characters of color * no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”

18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller * likewise one you have probably heard of but still * a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings * M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus * reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)

19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley * all-female apocalyptic space opera * messy messy antiheroines * grimdark war fantasy * queer sci-fi drama

20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk * author of color * M/M romance * main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma * gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England * strong sibling relationship

#book recs #book recommendations #bookblr #happy pride #pride month #lgbtqia #long post

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midgardianweasley · 4 years ago

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The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?” Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

��Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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inkdemonapologist · 3 years ago

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things, [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol! [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression.

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #joey drew #Henry Stein #Bendy the Lurker #when in doubt just keep drawing #cthulhu game quotes #everyone except henry got a new insanity and we're doing... fine!

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therenlover · 4 years ago

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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nevenabadr · 3 years ago

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It's a Twin Thing: Part 1. Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Note: English is not my first language or Romanian. Also, this was written in a hurry as I was babysitting.

Y/A: your name

The story is in second-person, thus, the reader is the main character.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

My Sebastian Stan’s fan chats on WhatsApp; we support Supernatural too, that’s why the Winchester are mentioned.

Word count: 2568

Warnings: Smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback, please. 🖤…

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It was a hot summer's day when you came home early to surprise your boyfriend, who is finally off from his duties as an actor and having a little time off for a holiday. You and Sebbie, your boyfriend of a year, now decided to stay in New York, as he missed being in his favourite place on earth.

You were early, holding lots of bags that were blocking your sight to the door. All worth it, because you will be able to cook him a homemade meal and show him that new lingerie you have got. If he forgot, you will remind him where home is.

You put everything down and took off your shoes; you started unbuttoning your blouse and taking off your pants. You were eager to take a shower and start cook for him.

You opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there fixing his hair in front of the mirror, yet he turned to face you. Before he spills a word.

You muttered, "Hey, I did not know you will be early."

You narrowed the gap between the two of you and taking his lips to meet yours in an intense kiss.

You missed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, making the kiss sensual and he had no problem putting his hands on the curves of your waist pulling you closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, you took a moment to look into his eyes “Bebelus, there is something different about you."

He was blushing and puzzled "Yes!" He sighed, "you have mistaken me for Seabase, did not you."

You jumped a step forward in panic "James? Oh, my God! I am so sorry."

You were trying to cover your body and confusion took over you.

"But you kissed me back." You were angry that almost slapped him, but he dodged your hand.

"Easy doll, I am sorry?" He came off guilty.

"I heard things about you. I did not know you would be your e." You spoke while your eyes gazed upon the floor.

"My plane arrived this morning. I am so sorry that Seabass did not tell you." He kept fixing his hair, which is identical to Sebastian.

"We got on the wrong foot your e, but can you please give me a moment?" You pointed at your body as you were wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Oh! I will be outside." He shut the door behind him as he left.

You turned on the water and let it run, washing away your impressment.

James is Sebastian's identical twin. James Buchanan Barns and Sebastian Stan Barnes. Stan was Sebastian's middle name, something related to his mother's Romanian roots.

James has a military classified job, while his brother made a career for himself in acting.

Not even their mother could tell them apart, except that Sebastian is a dork and James, as they call him Bucky, is an easy-going ladies-man.

When you finished showing and dressing up. The sound from the kitchen seemed as if your boyfriend was having a loud conversation with himself.

They even sound identical, you thought to yourself, gathered your strength and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey, guys," you waved for both of them.

"Oh, baby! Bucky told me about the incident" the twin with jogging clothes came and wrapped his arms around you.

You almost stopped him "Sebbie, baby, is that you?"

Yes, Y/N." He kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"I am so sorry, that I forgot to mention that Bucky was coming." He soothed you with another sweet kiss.

"We were not introduced properly," Bucky said playfully

"This is Y/A, my girlfriend and lady of the house." He said, then pointed at Bucky, "this is the famous, James Buchanan, Bucky, my mysterious brother."

"Seabase told poems of you. I am sorry that we have that incident," he implied the earlier kiss.

"No, worries" you am smiled and extend a hand "Welcome to our home, Bucky" he took your hand and smiled calmly.

At the dinner table, Sebastian and Bucky were laughing and catching up. You were calm and just appreciating the home-cooked dinner by Bucky.

"You are talented at cooking." You were enjoying the cuisine.

"I, the chief, and Seabase were the tidy one." He looked at his brother, "we are a team of cooking and cleaning."

Except that, I don't cook," Sebastian said joked

“Bucky, you know it is today?” Sebastien was busy eating.

Bucky was stunned “a family and friends gathering!” “You are going to see the gang.” Sebastien was rather excited about this more than anything you have seen before.

Georgeta Orlovschi, or as her official name now, Georgetta Stan was a lovely woman, a Romanian immigrant who fell in love with an American to a marriage that brought the best thing in her to the world, the twins; James and Sebastian.

As a violinist and part of the New York Opera House, she met their father, Mr William Barnes, a well-known handsome conductor who made her world perfect.

The world was perfect until she had to change diapers and stay up with William by her side.

William was of a well-known wealthy family, but Mrs Barnes was an Eastern European woman. She wanted to have deities by herself and not to have servants to do all the work.

Her friend Mary Winchester, the wife of William's closest friend, John — was the nicest woman you can meet, a Taxes woman. Mary was like Mrs Barnes. She did not like servants to do the job; she took upon duties of her firstborn, Dean, and later she had Sam, a few years before the Twins.

The boys grow up together.

Dean took the eldest brother's duties to the bone. Even when the new kid, Steve Rogers, became best friends with Bucky; he took him under his wing.

The gang, no one could touch his brother or their friends.

Soon after they entered Middle School and Dean was a senior, Steve got into a fight. Dean came close to the boys to find Bucky just leaving his book aside and taking the ground by his friend.

Sebastian was the one in front of both. No one hurt Steve.

Sam hurried to Dean for safety. Dean arrived and tried to calm everyone down "Steve said he was sorry." He smirked at the boy, who was angry and demanded to bully Steve.

While Sebastian and Sam were trying to hold Steve back, "I can do this all day."

Bucky did not give anyone else a chance to speak as he bunched the bully right in the nose, which got everyone in trouble, which Dean wanted to take the responsibility for. Detention and forever to be recorded in his file.

Dean Winchester did not care for his record, just the young boys to be well.

But finally, the boys came clean to their father; Bucky was homeschooled for the rest of the year and Sebastian refused to go back to school until his brother joined him back.

They were all a mischievous gang with Dean Winchester as the head.

Days passed, and each got into their ways; Dean with Harvard school as his father pulled a connection to forget the file problem. Dean was already qualified enough.

Sam went to Stanford, Bucky and Steve picked a military life, and Sebastian was all about acting.

It was his first time alone overseas, the Shakespeare's Globe yet had another surprise for him, a friend; Anthony Mackie, an American talent who became Sebastian's best friend.

The gang was getting bigger and louder.

Mrs Barnes had the entire gang and their families for a gathering. James, Bucky, as he liked to be called, is finally back after an entire year in God-knows-what military work.

After dinner, the gang was laughing and drinking.

Dean smirked at Sebastian "You got a good girl over here."

"A great kisser too." Bucky teased.

"What do you have in mind, Dean?" Sam teased Dean because he knows what he will spill next.

"You gotta do the twin thing." Dean raised his bottle of beer.

Steve's eyes widened "what twin thing, exactly"

"My man, Dean wants Seabase to go wild." Anthony laughed at the idea.

Dean explained, "a sandwich with her in the middle and the outer layers are twins."

Sam tried to elaborate "if the middle was a girl unless other preferences and so."

Steve was blushing at the idea while Bucky and Sebastian were looking at each other.

"Don't scrunch your nose" Sebastian looked at Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head and give him the puppy eyes "adventures, please."

Then Dean joined him for bagging "please."

"Alright, Alright." Sebastian took a sip of his beer "only with consent.

At that moment Anthony gives Dean ten "You won."

Steve was just irritated at the idea and he kept eyeing his bottle "I can't believe you, guys"

"Dean always wins," Sam shrugged.

You were heading closer to the boys, who were laughing.

"Are not we going home?" You asked Sebastian.

"Yes, babe."

He excused the gang and Bucky followed with the boys waving and clapping.

"They seem happy and excited. Are not they." You waved at them while speaking to Sebastian, but the reply came from Bucky "they should be. And hopefully, will be,"

Back in the car, Sebastian hesitated, but he told you why they were laughing.

“Dean wants you to try what?” You were completely shocked.

“The twin-thing.” Bucky sounded excited.

Sebastian took your hand in his, “baby, it’s a silly boys’ bet.”

You looked at him, “are you going to let Dean win?” and you smirked.

Bucky explained the rules. It has to be a sex sandwich with both of them, but no sex while they are in their mum's house.

“God only knows how she might react to this.” Sebastiana sighed.

Bucky laughed and explained, “an eastern European woman, she might get them a priest to perform an exorcism on us.”

“Or sanctify the house.” Sebastien completed his twin’s explanation.

They agreed Bucky will stay at Sebastian’s house for the night until they plan the twins’ thing.

The next morning, after you all had eaten breakfast together, you were cleaning the table. You will keep bumping into Bucky.

His torso to your back, kissing the exposed parts of your skin. You titled your head on your back to give him room.

His hands will travel under your clothes. His girl was wearing nothing but your skill PJ of pair of shorts and a top.

Dean's words have got straight to Bucky’s head, that he has been imagining having the twin-thing with his brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky reached the kitchen, and he almost dropped the plates.

His brother was kissing Y/N, who closed his eyes completely as Sebastian was squeezing your butt with a hand and they together are caressing your nipple about the silk.

You moaned; Bucky felt himself getting hard.

Yet, you felt Sebastian's hard length against your butt. You turned to kiss him with parted lips, looking to consume him.

Their tongue met and the sounds of their kissing made Bucky, who was at the edge and impulsively tried to hide his aroused length.

Sebastian opened his eyes as he parted from the kiss. Y/A twirled to meet Bucky's eyes and peeking at his lower body.

"Poor Bucky." You stepped closer to him, you kissed him first, yet he opened his eyes, waiting for Sebastian's approval, who gave him a wave to go ahead.

You kissed Bucky and slides your hand to stock his length above the sweat pants he was wearing.

Bucky moaned against your lips and wrapped his arms around you for a moment to deepen the kiss.

At that same time, Sebastian paced to lay kisses on your shoulder and squeeze your butt.

You started moaning, parted from Bucky, to meet Sebastian at a kiss

"Better take it to the bedroom." You said in between your moaning and breath.

You walked with the twin brothers to the bedroom, yet could not take off their hands off your body.

In the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down your shorts, and Bucky took off your top.

"Bucky, you are beautiful, Y/A," he said as he keeps kissing the soft spot under your ears and lowers down your breast.

"You better underdress to boys," you ordered and both of them took off their clothes at once.

Before starting anything, Bucky looked at Sebastien, who understood his brother immediately.

“Second drawer in the nightstand near his bed.” Sebastian pointed to Bucky, who was full of condoms, lubricant, and some toys.

You twirled around Bucky for a moment "nothing I have not seen before" you

Ran your fingers on his skin till touching his length and teasing his slit that was dripping pre-cum.

Yet, before Bucky put the condom on his length, you got down and tasted him, “tasty,” you whipped your lips and helped him to wear the condom

Then moved to Sebastian and kissed him "oh, that chest is getting rough again." You kissed his lips and lower to his jaw and neck.

Then you winked at Sebastian playfully to drop on four to take his full length between your lips.

You sucked him slowly. Bucky was watching your butt against him and your inviting lady delicate area was pumping with a need that he could not keep himself from entering you all at once.

You clenched him inside you, milking him and you were bobbing your head, milking Sebastian with your mouth as squeezing his balls.

Sebastian gripped your hair and Bucky put his hands on your hips, entering you, as you were getting tighter and closer.

"I am closed," Sebastian muttered breathlessly as he came inside your mouth. You swallowed him whole.

On the other hand, Bucky was close, Sebastian took a step back to let you rest on four, you were moaning and Bucky banging himself harder against you. The voice of their skin clashing and moaning were loud that the rest Sebastian was getting harder again.

Bucky wanted you closer to him, he pulled you up and rested your head on his chest and squeezed your breasts "cum for me now doll," he ordered as biting the side of your neck and squeezing your breasts and you were so tight that Sebastian came close and stocked your clitoris to give you more pleasure. You were standing between the skin of the two brothers.

With almost shut eyes, looking at Sebastian who was stocking your clitoris, then he kissed you down till his tongue reached your soft part. After two strokes with his tongue on your clitoris. You were so tight around Bucky that he could not see in front of him as he cum hard at the same time you felt the shaking electric power of your orgasm.

You were about to collapse that Sebastian carried you to the bed. You laid together between the two brothers.

"That was wow," Bucky muttered breathlessly.

Sebastian asserted playfully, "round two"

"Maybe later tonight?" You rolled and kissed Sebastian.

The three of you were laughing and Bucky closed his eyes to rest.

You put a leg on Sebastian's tights, getting closer to his body, feeling Bucky's chest hugging you from behind.

The head of their bodies calmed that the three of you slept in harmony.

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