#Monday Magic Season 2

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Jake Lee v Kaito Kiyomiya

Pro Wrestling NOAH - Monday Magic Season 2 FINAL

22.4.24

[enerdsout]

this is legitimately multimedia collage art and i love it so much and want to print it out and put it up on my wall

you don't even have to ask. i'll beg.

Brennan Lee Mulligan / Anne Carson / Emily Wilson / Jaelyn Dennis / Anne Carson / Mitski / inanotherunivrse / Alicia Ostriker / Clarice Lispector / Source Unknown / souldistracted / @kermit-coded / Source Unknown / @professor-pants / souldistracted / Ricardo Martinez / Anne Carson / Phoebe Bridgers / @thegirlhoodtheory / Silas Denver Melvin / Mary Oliver / Bombay Bicycle Club / @autopsytableromance / Margaret Atwood

[ironteeth-fury]

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

Also people dont forget to leave kudos and a comment on the fics. If you dont know what to comment, give 'em this one from me:

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[bylerween]

Announcing the daily themes for BYLERWEEN 2024! 🎃🦇👻

Each day has three themes: a Halloween theme, a show theme, and a one-word theme. Feel free to use inspiration from just one, two, or all three themes for each day!

Day 1: Sunday, October 27:

Horror AU

Demo Creatures

Summon

Day 2: Monday, October 28:

Masquerade

Turn it Upside Down

Spell

Day 3: Tuesday, October 29:

Graveyard & Zombies

Young Byler & Old Byler

Haunt

Day 4: Wednesday, October 30:

Pumpkins & Skeletons

The Party

Transform

Day 5: Thursday, October 31:

Costume Contest

Trick or Treat, Freak (2x02)

Sweet

Day 6: Friday, November 1:

Movie Night

Hawkins Lab

Fire

Day 7: Saturday, November 2:

Fortune Telling

Season 5 Era

Shiver

🎃🦇👻

Extra prompts and ideas for these themes are under the Read More cut!

amazing art by @magentamee!!!

Here are some additional ideas that you can use as inspiration for each day's themes! You don't need to follow these prompts at all, but feel free to jump off of these ideas.

Day 1: Sunday, October 27:

Horror AU: Make an AU of your favorite horror movie, show, video game, or book. Feature Mike and Will as the villains, or as the final ones standing.

Demo Creatures: Demogorgans, Demodogs, and Demobats, oh my! Revisit our favorite creatures from the Upside Down. Will Dustin’s beloved D’Artagnan make a reappearance? Or create a brand new kind of Demo Creature!

Summon: Will the Wise and the brave paladin Michael are summoned to complete a quest! Or maybe at a spooky sleepover, Mike and Will accidentally summon a demon.

Day 2: Monday, October 28:

Masquerade: Will kisses someone handsome at the masquerade ball, but they had a mask on - was it Mike or someone else? The party shows up to the ball to have a good time, but are surrounded by enemies in masks. Hidden identities, lots of dancing, and a raucous good time!

Turn it Upside Down: Explore the Upside Down, whatever that means to you! Will and Mike go through a gate into the Upside Down, or flip the whole ship on its head: Willow and Michelle around Halloween, underexplored AU’s, flipped ship dynamics. Go crazy with it.

Spell: Enchantments, curses, and magic. Has Hawkins been placed under a spell this Halloween? Will the Wise casts a spell, or has to undo one.

Day 3: Tuesday, October 29:

Graveyard & Zombies: Buried bodies, graveyard shifts, and ghosts. Will and Mike work at the graveyard and have to stop an undead army from rising, or maybe that’s just where they share their first kiss. The “Zombie Boy” nickname still stings Will when it’s thrown around at school, or maybe not so much after Mike fights their bullies.

Young Byler & Old Byler: What did Mike and Will get up to on their first, second, third Halloween together? How do Mike and Will celebrate Halloween once in college, or in their 20s, 30s, 40s, or 50s? How are they spending Halloween in 2024?

Haunt: What still haunts Mike and Will all these years later? Mike searches for Will who is haunting him while still stuck in the Upside Down. Mike and Will bravely face the Hawkins Haunted House, or move into an actual haunted house as adults.

Day 4: Wednesday, October 30:

Pumpkins & Skeletons: Will and Mike carve pumpkins together, make a pumpkin pie, or investigate the mystery of the rotten pumpkin fields in Hawkins. The party fights against skeletons come to life, or a mystery in Hawkins begins when an unlikely skeleton is found.

The Party: Any and all Party Halloween shenanigans! Explore party dynamics during the spooky season, from pranks to trick or treating. What was the party’s first Halloween together like? The party attends or hosts a Halloween party.

Transform: Transformations of any kind! Werewolves, vampires, Frankenstein, or just the kind of transformation that happens when you are stuck in the Upside Down for a week.

Day 5: Thursday, October 31:

Costume Contest: The party is going all out for costumes this year! Or is it just an AU? Dress Mike and Will up in historical clothes, clothes from your other favorite fandom, or anything else! No matter what, Mike and Will are dressed to impress this year.

Trick or Treat, Freak: A perfect day to appreciate our beloved season 2 Halloween episode. Ghostbusters, Max Mayfield has joined the party, Will sees a shadow in the sky. Crazy together.

Sweet: What’s Halloween without candy? Mike and Will share their favorite candies, or maybe they’re just being extra sweet to each other this Halloween.

Day 6: Friday, November 1:

Movie Night: Whether it’s the whole party or just Will and Mike, at the movie theater or just hanging out in the basement: Byler is cozied up and watching their favorite Halloween movie. Or, what if the party is making an amateur horror flick?

Hawkins Lab: What goes on there, and how are Will and Mike involved? Mad scientists, dangerous experiments, and kids with powers.

Fire: Bonfires to keep our boys warm on a chilly October night, the fire under a wizard’s cauldron, Will the Wise casts Fireball, or a dark night lit only by candlelight.

Day 7: Saturday, November 2:

Fortune Telling: Look into the crystal ball and tell me what you see! Will or Mike get their fortune read and things go awry! Horoscopes, tarot reading, palm reading, tea leaves: does knowing the future make things easier, or so much worse?

Season 5 Era: Time to daydream about our season 5 era! Speculate about what spooky things will happen based on the behind the scenes pictures. What does the next Halloween after season 4 look like for Mike and Will? Is there still time to trick or treat when the world is ending?

Shiver: “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” What has Mike and Will shivering with fright: a supernatural creature, something ancient and mysterious, or a strange deadly virus that has the whole town shivering? Mike and Will get trapped somewhere cold. Will insists that “he likes it cold.” Or maybe there’s just a chill in the air - it is autumn after all.

[dropoutdottv]

📺 This week on Dropout: on Monday, a new Make Some Noise with Jess McKenna, Ben Schwartz, and Ryan Gaul; on Tuesday, an extended Dirty Laundry cocktail recipe; on Wednesday, a new episode of Dimension 20: Misfits & Magic season 2; on Thursday, a behind-the-scenes crew Adventuring Party talkback; and on Friday, the series premiere of Nobody Asked, with Brian David Gilbert, Oscar Montoya, Ify Nwadiwe, Rekha Shankar, and Ele Woods.

[pomefioredove]

hello may i order a chocolate #2 with marshmallows and powdered sugar please?

STARTING OFF INCREDIBLY STRONG

order #2; chocolate with marshmallows and powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but not today

tropes: coffee shop AU and roommate AU characters: fellow additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, not proofread I'm lazyyy, maybe ooc word count: 800~

You had really, really needed the money.

Business had been slowly, painfully dying, and you'd run out of things to pawn. Leasing your cramped apartment was the only thing you could think of- if you missed another month of rent, it'd be goodbye to the place, anyway. And your coffee shop.

You just had to make it to the holiday season. Things would pick up then, wouldn't they?

So, you were desperate.

But maybe not... this desperate.

Admittedly, when you'd gone around with the flyer advertising your want for a roommate, you'd been picturing someone... normal to call the number you'd left at the bottom. A broke college student, a struggling artist... someone simple, easy, down on their luck, like you.

Not.

Them.

"So you're saying the cookie jar just... magically fell out of the back of the closed cupboard and onto the kitchen floor?"

Fellow gives you a smug smile, leaning his elbow against the counter and watching you sweep up the shattered porcelain/pastry remains.

"That is exactly what happened, yes,"

You roll your eyes. This is the third time that something's been broken or stolen, not counting all the silverware you found stashed under a loose floorboard last Monday.

"And you saw this?"

Fellow looks hurt, putting a hand over his heart. "You say I'm lying, doll? I would never! I am telling the good and honest truth, and I swear it on my mother, my father, my... HEY! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH! DROP THAT!"

And he runs, chasing the smaller one, Gidel, out of the kitchen to pry whatever he's got out of his mouth (again).

You sigh, slumping against the wall.

It's only been three months, and you're already tired. Nay, exhausted. Between work and looking after your roommates, you're sore, you're achey, and you're over it.

At least they pay rent. You're don't want to know where they get the money, since you're sure they don't work.

You close your eyes. Just until the holidays...

Then, their lease is over, and you can kick them out.

"Are you truly that upset over cookies?"

You (painfully) open your eyes again. Fellow is standing in the doorway, holding Gidel by the scruff of his neck, who, in turn, is holding a dead mouse between his teeth.

At least they're good for something.

"It's not the... never mind. It's nothing," you push yourself off the wall and leave with the intention of locking yourself in your room for the rest of the evening.

And you're almost successful.

Well past dark, the smell of smoke reaches your room, and you begrudgingly get up.

This is it, you think, They're doing arson now, too.

"What's that?" you shout.

No response. Bad. Very, very bad. Usually, both Fellow and Gidel would have appeared by now, grabby and talkative.

There's no one in their room, or in the kitchen. The bathroom is empty, and so are the stairs leading down to the shop.

"Damn it! Fuck! Fuck, the smoke alarm!"

Very... very bad.

You hurry downstairs, throwing open the door of the coffee shop's modest kitchen just to see Gidel holding a tray of coal, and Fellow standing on a stool and waving smoke away from the ceiling with a sooty towel.

Both of them go still when they see you.

"...What's going on here?"

They look between each other, and then Gidel smiles and holds out the tray of coal to you... but it's not coal. It's...

You pick a blackened, sooty lump from the tray. "Cookies,"

As your eyes adjust to the dark of the kitchen, you see more, a mess sprawled across the counter: flour, baking soda, eggs...

You blink. "You were... baking?"

Fellow scoffs, getting down from his stool. "Clearly. And you're supposed to be the smart one..."

"Why?"

"Really? Another stupid question,"

Gidel scampers back to the stairs with the tray of inedible burnt cookies. The one you're holding begins to crumble in your hand.

You turn to Fellow. "For... me?"

He seems to revel in your surprise, a smirk making itself known on his lips, though he keeps whatever thoughts he's having to himself.

"Don't act so surprised. It's the least I could do after all you've done for us," he says, draping an arm around your shoulders and walking you back to the stairs. "You did take us off the streets, after all."

You're not quite sure what he means by that, but you don't ask. You know that he won't tell you anything he doesn't want to.

"It wasn't charity," you say.

Fellow's smirk widens, and he pulls you a little closer to him. "And yet, still. You're far too kind, you know. Someone will take advantage of that, someday,"

As you ascend the splintered stairs, stepping over the glass and the soot and the creaky place they stash the things they think you don't know about, Fellow boops your nose.

"But not today."

[deancaspinefest]

2025 Pinefest Sneak Peeks!

With only three weeks to go until posting season begins for the ninth annual Dean/Cas Pinefest, it's time to take a closer look at this year's crop of pine.

Keep reading for the full posting schedule, author and artist info, and links to a sneak preview of each fic!

Friday March 14 | If Only the Cat Could Talk Written by TwinOne, with art by golby moon

Saturday March 15 | Love's Menagerie Written by SamandDean76, with art by Mörökölli

Sunday March 16 | When You Least Expect It Written by FriendofCarlotta, with art by seidenapfel

Monday March 17 | Where the Angels Walk Written by LoversAntiquities, with art by szlez

Tuesday March 18 | hummingbird Written by Abi_in_the_Cosmos, with art by adromelke

Wednesday March 19 | Some things I still can't tell you Written by andimeantittosting, with art by sidewinder

Thursday March 20 | Stone Can’t Cry Written by Hectatess, with art by Sketcheun

Friday March 21 | NO TEAM TODAY

Saturday March 22 | Cosmic Consequences Written by MittenWraith, with art by Categoryfour

Sunday March 23 | Stairs in the Woods Written by blackhorsedances, with art by Kolumander

Monday March 24 | If I Loved You Less Written by one_more_offbeat_anthem, with art by TFWDuke

Tuesday March 25 | Angel Kisses Written by casblackfeathers, with art by onowey

Wednesday March 26 | I built you a garden, don't you know? Written by karlo1469, with art by MercurialKitty

Thursday March 27 | i hear them all calling my name Written by thatapolloguy (wingsandaharp), with art by medicatedmaniac

Friday March 28 | Looking Back, Fundamental Romance Written by Susu_st, with art by onowey

Saturday March 29 | You Lose Some, You Win Some Written by gay_dinosaur_1701, with art by Aggiedoll

Sunday March 30 | The Width of a Circle Written by imogenbynight, with art by Randi

Monday March 31 | Holy Roller Written by flowerssinherhair, with art by girlinthemirrorbluenight

Tuesday April 1 | NO TEAM TODAY

Wednesday April 2 | The light will lead you home Written by Desirae, with art by thestarsmakemedream

Thursday April 3 | Searching For Burning Feathers Written by Altiria, with art by stonelions

Friday April 4 | The Royal Runaway Written by Tossukka, with art by daffodilsonaprettystring

Saturday April 5 | NO TEAM TODAY (schedule change)

Sunday April 6 | Hand in Hand Written by golbygloom, with art by aerialworms-art

Monday April 7 | The Magic Words (that make everything all better) Written by iamianweareme, with art by TwinOne

Tuesday April 8 | willing to bite my own chain Written by an_ardent_rain, with art by verobatto

Wednesday April 9 | Fanfic Dreams Written by seidenapfel, with art by Witchy-Worm

Thursday April 10 | NO TEAM TODAY (schedule change)

Friday April 11 | begin again Written by dothraki_shieldmaiden, with art by PetraAmia

Thursday April 10 | Something in the Water* Pinch-hit Fic written by imogenbynight, for art by hexentaenzerin

Until posting season begins... happy pining!

[revasserium]

nxx #2 - the best part

artem.

you are the best part of a monday morning, the soft click of heels, the whish of automatic doors, the light tap-tap of fingers on tablets. he knows just where you’ll be, a soft frown caught between your eyebrows; sometimes, when during meetings, or even just when he’s passing by your desk, he wishes he could reach over to smooth it over with a fingertip. when it’s late enough, he thinks about trying. other times, when it’s late-late enough — he actually does. and he’d sink into your startled gasp of laughter, the way you go slightly cross-eyed as he leans back to grin, shaking his head, “don’t frown like that… your face will get stuck.” and when you crinkle your nose and swat at his hand, your cheeks going the kind of pink that makes him think of every single sunset he’s yet to see, every single sunrise that’s still to kiss the sky, he has to stop himself from letting his fingers graze down to trace against your skin. “no it won’t…” but there’s no real conviction in your voice, and there’s something brilliant in the secret smile you share. “you’re right,” he admits, “but… i’m not sure i like it when i think about how often you frown in my presence.” he savors in the way you blush then, the way you press your lips, the startled and then resolute way you square your shoulders before saying, “then… i guess you should try to make me smile more often.” artem blinks for a second, and then — “sure… it’s a promise then. but... you’ll have to stay with me long enough for me to see it through.”

luke.

you are the best part of a september afternoon, his cardigan slipping off your shoulder as you pour through your work files. and even though he still feels some kinda way about you doing work while you’re with him — well — he looks down at his own pile of casefiles — he can’t really blame you anyway. birds of a feather and all. he grins as he glances up, only to find you smiling. “what?” you blush, looking away, “nothing — just… this is nice.” it’s his turn to blush now. and yes, he thinks, because this is what he loves — just this, just the moments in between, the quiet breaths and the unsaid words and the afternoon filtering through the autumn leaves, the coffee still lukewarm on the table between you. he takes a breath and looks at you, really looks at you — because he can’t remember a time when he didn’t know you, when he hasn’t loved you just like this — with the pure, simplicity of a september afternoon, as certain as tides, as simple as a child’s knowledge that this is the person he never wants to leave his life. “yeah,” he says, grinning broadly at you as he reaches over tug a strand of your hair between his fingers, “everything is nice when it’s with you.”

vyn.

you are the best part of every winter day, the distant, slanted light working its strange magic over the world, casting everything in its ethereal glow. “there’s just something about the winter sun,” you’d said one day, peering over towards the far horizon, shielding your eyes from the light, pausing as the pair of you walk hand in hand towards the corner store for something or other (vyn’s long since forgotten the minutia for the memory of you). he’d raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, waiting for you to continue, and after a second, you had, turning back towards him with frost-nipped cheeks and brilliant, snow-drop eyes, laughing as you wave at the casual, neighborhood scenery around you, “it makes everything look more beautiful, doesn’t it? like… it’s a dream, or some of those old fashioned picture filters…” to which vyn had smiled and gripped your hand just a bit tighter, “yes… i’ve always thought that winter was the most nostalgic season. it makes you miss a time that hasn’t yet come to pass. perhaps… a future with someone you love, no?” and he’d watched, fascinated, enraptured as you’d blushed and turned away, tugging him behind you, mumbling something about being unfair. and he thinks that if anyone were ever unfair — it’d undoubtedly be you.

marius.

you are the best part of a friday night — your laughter like the city lights, your smile, a million moons in a million distant skies, the shape of you dozing beside him in the back of limo, your cheeks kissed pink from all the wine. he thinks he could cup forever in the palm of his hands like this, thread your fingers with his and suddenly, he’s more sober than he’s ever been in his entire life, watching you nodding off next to him. he thinks he can see the next twenty, thirty, shit forty years of his life flashing outside along with the neon-night-skies, the way your lashes cast shadows along the high of your cheeks, the way your earrings rest against the bend of your neck. “mm… marius?” you ask, blinking sleepily up at him as the limo pulls to a quiet halt at a stoplight, your perfume making an absolute mess of his mind, and he has to clear his throat to hide just how many butterflies had exploded in the pit of his stomach at the sound of your sleep-sweetened voice — “i-it’s late… you can keep sleeping if you want… i’ll wake you up when we get home.” to which you’d leaned up and pressed as soft kiss to his cheek and it takes everything inside him not to pull you to him, press you into the limo seat and kiss you till the entire world melts away, “thanks… you should sleep too,” you say, nuzzling into the side of his neck, your breath chasing shivers up and down his spine. “y-yeah… i — i’ll try."

[thel8shift]

Hogwarts As A School

i saw someone else do this and our drs are vastly different in how hogwarts schooling is ran so i thought i’d post my version. i’ve been shifting to Hogwarts in a few different eras for years now and this is how school has always ran for me. i shift to a university style hogwarts btw, first 5 years are like undergrad, and then you can leave after 5th year if you don’t need it for your work. 6th and 7th years are the equivalent of grad school.

School Size

hogwarts is much smaller than many of you think

the castle itself is massive but the population is quite small

there’s about 280 students at Hogwarts give or take some. 10ish students per house, per year. my graduation class at hogwarts in 38 in my golden trio dr, and 45 in my marauders dr

the wizarding population of the uk is much smaller than you’d think it is

Classes

All classes are 2 times per week minus astronomy

astronomy is at midnight or later on different days for each year. Mondays are 2nd years, Tuesday is 3rd years, Wednesday is 1st years (as per the first book) Thursdays are 4th years, 5th years are Wednesdays at 1 am, 6th years are Tuesdays at 1am, 7th years are Mondays at 1am

classes start at 9am Monday through Friday and last class ends at 3pm

for your first two years, you don’t have any electives (per the books) so you have a lot more free time. out of 20 class slots (minus astronomy time) 13 are taking up for 1st years, and 12 for 2nd years, Flying being the extra class for 1st years

when your 3rd year comes, you must take at least 2 electives, but you can take up to 4 without needing a time turner like Hermiome in the 3rd book. 6 core classes plus 4 electives taking up all 20 class slots. (i am doing this in my 5th year and it’s HELL. but i want the OWLs so i suffer)

Testing

for final exams every year each class has a written test where you go over your theoretical knowledge of magic, and a practical test where you get to test the skills you’ve learned over the semester.

exams are taken twice a year in december and june with mid terms in october and march

OWLs are taken at the end of your 5th year, and then you take NEWTs at the end of your 6th year. you have to test at a certain level for each class to be able to take OWL/NEWT level classes

General Things

breakfast is from 7am to 8:30, lunch is from 12pm to 12:45, dinner is from 6 to 7:30

uniforms do not have to be worn for meals unless there is a special event

you also do not have to sit out your house table unless there is a special event

Sports/Clubs

club sign ups are always the second weekend back so around the middle of September

you can sign up for as many clubs as you like as long as you can balance them

you can also sign up for things like study groups or house study halls, Ravenclaw house study is on Wednesday after classes from 3:30 to 5:30

Quidditch try outs are always at the beginning of October, and the season starts the first weekend in November.

Canonically there’s only about 6 games of quidditch but that’s dumb so there’s quidditch most saturdays November to April with the games starting at around 10am

thats everything i can think of right now! if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask!

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Jake Lee v Kaito Kiyomiya

Pro Wrestling NOAH - Monday Magic Season 2 FINAL

22.4.24

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

═ Monday you can fall apart ═

Chapter 2 - Grey

Chapter overview

CWs Panic attacks, mentions of violence/murder/home invasion, set in season 3. 6.7k words

Dean only has a few weeks left to live when he suddenly can’t stop thinking about her.

It’s been years, so he’s not sure why she pops into his head now. Maybe it’s that he’s thinking about life and about what he’s done and what he would still like to do. It’s a little bucket-listy, but he’s sold his soul and he can count the days before he is dragged down to hell, so he allows himself the indulgence.

He meant to call her, he really did. He kept the little card he got from Earl on him for a long time. It became a tic almost to pull it out of his pocket, finger the edges. Imagine what it would be like, to call the bar. Maybe Earl would answer. Dean would say his name and maybe Earl would ask after his father. Maybe he wouldn’t know what happened to John, and Dean would have to tell him that his father died right after he told Dean he was proud of him for the first time ever, and then told him he might have to kill his little brother. And maybe Earl would call her to the phone. And maybe, maybe she wouldn’t remember him for a second. He’d be fine with that, especially the more time passed without him calling. He would be fine with it if it made up for him not having called, but the second she heard his voice she would remember him.

And then? He’s not sure what then. He doesn’t know how this story would pan out. Would he go to see her, or would she come to him? Would they have sex? He knows that’s what he wants, but the fantasy is sort of unsatisfying.

Eventually he looked at the card less. It wound up somewhere among his things, and then he lost it, and by the time he realized he’d lost it he didn’t know how long it had been gone.

He could probably find the bar, and if she still works there, her as well. He remembers the state, roughly what part of the state. There might be a few places called Earl’s but not too many. Worst case he could call all of them. Make his way from there.

But he hasn’t. Because while he remembers her so vividly and sometimes she is so alive in his head as if she’s standing right there, he also knows that it was a couple of hours that they spent together. Not even that. He knows he tends to leave an impression, but he knows the chances are slim that after, what, six (has it been six?) years she still knows who he is.

So he keeps that memory in the part of his brain where he keeps tender things, things he wants to stay protected from the outside world.

And now he’s going to die and suddenly he can’t stop thinking about her. Actually, he can’t stop thinking about all of the things in that part of his brain:

Christmas when he was three, although he remembers mostly lights and warmth; Sam as a toddler, falling asleep in the back of the Impala with chocolate all over his mouth, his face looking peaceful; one night he spent at Bobby’s when he was around ten, sitting outside in the yard looking at the stars, and Bobby calling him in, the feeling that someone cared where he was lying like a small animal in his chest; his first kiss, and then his first real kiss; a few other things and then her.

The way she told him he wasn’t the things that happened to him. At least he thinks that’s what she said. He isn’t completely sure. He remembers how much he hoped he could make her laugh, and that he did, a few times actually. The way the air was full of electricity just before they kissed, even if in the end they didn’t. He’s had a lot of kisses since, then, a lot, and good ones too. But none with that amount of static floating around him.

Maybe he’s remembering it wrong. Maybe it was a fun night with a pretty and clever girl and for some reason his brain has twisted it into something so magical. Still, in his darker moments he wishes that when he dies, before he is dragged to hell, that thing will happen, the thing where your life flashes before you. He hopes it’s only the stuff from that part of the brain, none of the bad stuff, and he hopes that maybe he doesn’t just see the memory again, but can live in it for a second. Maybe this time John and Earl don’t come back in exactly that minute. Maybe this time he kisses her and she kisses him back. He’s not sure if that would change anything about what happened since.

When he suddenly can’t stop thinking about her, he actually looks for the card. It makes no sense, but he goes through all his things, everything he owns, which isn’t that much, seeing as he lives out of a car pretty much, pulls everything out to look for it. Of course he doesn’t find it. It was lost years ago. All it earns him is a worried look from Sam and a bunch of stuff to pick up.

He still doesn’t have the nerve to simply look her up, so the next time they’re at Bobby’s, he casually asks if he knows a, potentially former, hunter named Earl. Bobby tells him if he could be a little less specific, since that’s almost too much info to go on.

Dean tries to describe him, big, friendly but menacing, owns a bar. Bobby looks up at that. “Big Earl Abramovich?” he asks. “Sure,” Dean says, because he knows at least two of these things are true “that could be him.” He has no idea if it’s him but it’s his best lead.

“Yeah,” Bobby says, looking off into the distance, trying to recall the details of Big Earl Abramovich. “I only met him a few times. He had some health issues a while ago, so pretty sure he’s out of the business.” So he managed to quit, Dean thinks. Good for him.

“Why do you ask?” Bobby says then, and Dean didn’t think that far ahead, didn’t think about an alibi on why he would suddenly want to know about this ex-hunter he’s met once.

“Just—” he starts, but nothing comes to mind. So he goes with the truth. It’s Bobby, after all, and Sam’s in the next room reading something, so it feels a little less embarrassing. Not that Sam would at all not want Dean to have something good, but he might be peeved that Dean’s never mentioned this girl that he’s now thinking about looking up, when he has so few hours left in total. Maybe he'd think he should be spending them differently.

“Dad and I visited him a couple of years ago, at his bar. There was this girl,” Dean says.

Bobby, ever the observant one, raises an eyebrow and says: “Ain’t there always?”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah, but this girl was special.” Bobby sighs the way only old, wise men like he can sigh, knowing damn well how special things seem to the young.

“Let me guess,” he says, “you wanna look her up?”

“Kinda,” Dean admits.

“That a good idea?” Bobby asks, his tone a little gentler. “I mean not like you got an overabundance of free time.”

Dean nods. “Yeah, but I just…” he stands up from were he was sitting, paces. “Can’t get her out of by head, you know?” It’s sort of the truth, so he’s okay with it.

Bobby nods. “I can make some calls, find out if she’s still there.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean says. He expected to maybe regret telling him, regret having made the first step in finding her. He’s not. He’s elated. He might see her again, he actually might.

“What’s her name?” Bobby asks. “Case I need to ask about her?” Dean tells him and Bobby looks at him, then looks away immediately.

“I see,” is all he says. What in the world was that?

“What’s up, Bobby?” Dean asks. Bobby won’t look at him, is suddenly really occupied with some papers in front of him. “Bobby,” Dean says again. The older man sighs.

“It’s just… I know that name, okay? It’s a sad story.”

“What’s a sad story?”

Bobby bustles around the stuff on his desk, then finally looks at Dean again. “It made the rounds back then, right when it happened. You know how hunters like to gossip.”

Dean sits back down again. He’s nervous about what he’s about to hear. Bobby continues.

“Her dad was a hunter. Good one too. One night he got back from a case, and it looks like something followed him home. They lived out in this old ranch house, so no one around to hear them. Father, mother, and two kids, son and daughter. Your friend, I guess she was in her teens.” He stops, sighs again, shakes his head.

“Anyway,” he continues. “Sheriff gets a call in the middle of the night. It’s her, apparently. She sounds terrified, and all she says is that there is something in the house. Line goes dead. The sheriff gets there and it’s, well, it’s a bloodbath. I mean, I didn’t see the crime scene photos or anything, but I heard it was bad. Like whatever had gotten in there had taken its time. They think it’s the whole family, but it’s hard to tell because there’s…”

He looks at Dean, uncomfortable with what he is about to say, and it’s a hard job making Bobby Singer uncomfortable. Dean says: “Go on.” So Bobby does.

“There’s a lot of parts, okay? They think it’s all four of them but then one of the deputies says he hears something in the basement. They go down there, find this crawl space. And she’s in there. She’s alive, but barely. She never did say what happened but best guess is that the sheriff’s department arriving scared off whatever was doing that to her family, and she managed to escape. A couple of hunter buddies of her father went down there. They couldn’t figure what it was from the wounds, or from the bodies. So they left again. Earl was the one who stayed. Took her in.”

Dean nods. Damn. He didn’t know. It doesn’t change anything, though. He looks up at Bobby. “That’s bad. But it doesn’t need to define who she is.” Bobby wrinkles his brow. “Nothing,” Dean says, runs a hand over his face. “Will you tell me when you find her?”

Bobby does, the following day. He walks up to Dean, a piece of paper in his hand. Dean’s sitting at the kitchen table with Sam, and when Bobby says “Found you something,” Dean throws him the sharpest look in the world, then looks towards Sam, who is still staring at the book he has in front of him. Bobby catches it, goes along, tries to act as casual as possible. It would be hilarious if Dean’s heart wasn’t pounding so hard.

Sam looks up, and he just misses the silent conversation between his brother and the older hunter.

“Uh, Sammy,” Dean says, closing the book he wasn’t reading anyway. “Why don’t you get us some food, huh? I’m starving.” Sam frowns, looks at the clock at the wall.

“It’s eleven AM,” he says, giving Dean a confused look. “And you had two sandwiches for breakfast.” Dean looks back between Bobby and Sam.

“You’re gonna deny a dying man his wish for food?”

Sam doesn’t like those jokes, doesn’t think they’re funny, so he pinches his lips.

“I just want a burger, okay, man?” Dean says. Sam closes the book he’s holding with a lot of little-brother-attitude, stands up and goes to reach for the keys to the Impala.

“Actually,” Dean interjects, grabbing them before Sam can reach them, “take one of Bobby’s cars. The blue truck. Fill it up while you’re at it.”

“Seriously, dude?” Sam says, then gives an exasperated sigh at Dean’s grin and leaves the room. Bobby waits a second, then Dean extends his hand for the piece of paper he’s holding. Bobby hands it to him with a grumble. There’s an address on it. The address of a hospital. A hospital that isn’t very far away. He looks up at Bobby, questioning.

“Called the bar, and Earl wasn’t there,” he explains. “Some guy answered, had a bad case of allergies. He said Earl was having a check up in this hospital, apparently they have a great cardiologist. Your girl’s with him.”

Dean nods, looks back at the piece of paper, then gets up, grabbing his jacket from the chair behind him.

“Thanks, Bobby, really appreciate it,” he’s saying and he’s already thinking about what roads he will have to take when Bobby crosses his arms, says “Dean,” in that way he says it when he thinks one of the boys is going to do something ridiculously stupid. Dean finishes shrugging on his jacket, then raises both hands defensively, the piece of paper still in his hands.

“Look, Bobby, I know,” he says. “I know this sounds dumb. I know. But I’m not losing it, okay? I just, I just want to see her, okay? Go there, check in, come back, I’ll be back in less than a day.” Bobby sighs, but waits a moment before he says anything. “This girl special?”

Dean doesn’t know what to say to that. Yes. But also he barely knows her. “’S what I’m trying to find out,” he says, and it makes him sad for a moment. If she is, he sure has the worst timing in the world. But he can’t die not knowing. He can’t.

Bobby nods. “Okay, well you be save, okay?”

Dean nods too. “Will do. And can you think of something to tell Sam? I don’t want him to know about this if it’s nothing.” Bobby sighs again, his annoyance at being drawn into this plot apparent.

“Sure, I’ll keep his inquisitive mind at bay.” Dean chuckles, and slaps Bobby’s arm as he passes him.

And then he’s getting in his car, driving away from the scrapyard and he has a moment where he feels so incredibly alive that it nearly chokes him up. He drives, doesn’t stop. It’s not too long, a few hours. There is spring in the air and he turns on the radio. The Mills Brothers comes on, tinny 40s Pop echoing through the car, and usually he would turn something like that off, but it’s so upbeat and happy that he taps along on the steering wheel, even bobs his head. He listens and despite the melody being so happy the lyrics are sad. So if I broke your heart last night, it's because I love you most of all. He swallows then, changes the station.

He makes it there in the early afternoon. The hospital is incredibly ugly from the outside. He parks, and walks up to the front entrance, just barely jumping aside to let an old lady with a walker pass. He finds the reception but has to wait, since there’s people in front of him. Then it’s his turn.

“Hi there, I’m looking for Earl Abramovich,” he says, confidently. He has his FBI badge in his inner jacket pocket just in case he needs to flash it. But it doesn’t seem to be a problem, the receptionist telling him the room. He goes up in the elevator, then walks down a hallway. He realizes he’s purposefully not thinking about what’s about to happen. He will see her again. He has no idea what to say to her, no idea what to tell her. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if she doesn’t remember him.

He finds the room, knocks, a deep voice on the other side telling him to come in. He opens the door and she’s not there. The immediate rush of disappointment hits him like a slap in the face. He breathes deep and looks around. Earl is there, sitting up in a hospital bed. He looks too big for it. He’s lost some weight, a good amount of weight, but he is still hulking and the bed seems doll sized in comparison to him.

Earl looks up, a magazine on his legs, glasses on his face. Dean can tell immediately that he doesn’t recognize him. He smiles as politely as possible, steps forward.

“Earl, right?”

Earl nods slowly. “Can I help you, son?” The warmness is there, the one he remembers, but he thinks Earl’s just being polite.

Dean points at himself. “I’m, uhm, I’m John’s boy. John Winchester? Dean?” Earl nods, a light going on in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember you now.”

He throws his legs over the side of the bad, elegant for a man his size, sits so he’s facing Dean and he thinks he’s gonna get up, but then he stays sitting, looking a little pale for a  second.

“You okay?” Dean says, takes another step forward.

“Yeah, yeah, all good,” Earl says, and he seems back to his old self. “Just got dizzy, got up too quickly.” Earl rubs one of his big paws over his head, then looks at Dean, smiles friendly. “I heard about your old man. Real sorry.” Dean nods. It’s been a while since his father died, but an ache goes through his heart at the condolences.

Earl studies him. “You here on a case?”

“Hmm?” Dean says, briefly lost in thought, but quickly recovers. “Uh, yeah, kind of. Heard you weren’t doing well.”

Earl nods slowly. “Who’d you hear that from?”

Dean opens his mouth to answer, no idea what he will say but trusting his wily ways and quick wit will get him out of this. Then there are footsteps behind him and he can hear her voice even before he turns around.

“They only had chicken, so I got you one of those. And if you want some coff—” Dean turns around and she's entering the room, but when she sees him she stops dead in her tracks. Stares at him. She looks different. Older, of course, but good. Like she’s more settled in her skin. She’s holding a packed sandwich and a bottle of water in her hands. Earl clears his throat, then says: “Honey, that’s Dean Winchester, he’s—"

“I remember,” she interrupts him.

She remembers him. She remembers him. All Dean can say is “hi,” and a smile plays on her lips, and she says, “hi” back. He thinks he’s about to float.

She scans his face, then looks him up and down. Looks back up at his face, that little smile still on there. “Well, you’ve certainly grown up.”

Dean kind of laugh-sighs and he’s pretty sure he blushes. Get it together.

She seems to think the same thing because she shakes her head a little, stops looking at Dean. She walks past him, deposits the sandwich and bottle on the little table next to Earl’s bed.

“That’s for you, sorry it took so long, there was a line,” she says, and she throws a look Dean’s way, then looks back at Earl. She also has a napkin that she drops, bends down to pick it up before Earl can reach for it. Maybe Dean’s imagining it but she seems nervous. Nervous.

As she straightens up, she turns towards Dean again. “So, what are you doing here?” she asks, keeping her body straight. Dean’s brain is working a little slow, but Earl answers for him. “Dean’s on a job close by. He heard I wasn’t doing well so he thought he’d check in.”

“Yeah, that,” Dean says. He has no idea why Earl is covering for him but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Ah,” she says, and then there’s an awkward silence.

“We, uh,” she starts, “we, uh, were just about to go for a walk.” She nods, motions towards Earl, as if there’s any question who she could be referring to.

“Actually,” Earl says in that deep rumbling voice of his, “why don’t you two go ahead? I should eat something first, got a little dizzy spell a minute ago.” She gives him a worried look, and he grabs her hand, squeezes it. “I’m all good. But you’ve been in this room as long as I have and I think you need to go outside. You’re getting cabin fever eyes.” She chuckles, squeezes his hand back.

“I’ll have my sandwich and you can pick me up in a little bit,” Earl continues. She doesn’t seem convinced but then she looks back at Dean for a second.

“Yeah, okay,” she says. “But only an hour, alright?” Earl nods, lets go of her hands. Then he turns to Dean.

“Now, Dean, you make sure she actually goes outside, okay?” he says.

Dean nods. “Yes, sir.” God, he feels like he’s picking her up for prom night.

They walk out of the room, but she throws several looks back at Earl, before closing the door behind her. She turns around slowly to face Dean, leans against the wall behind her. She still looks a little bewildered at seeing him, like she expects him to vanish into thin air at any moment. He can’t stop looking at that beauty mark she has on her face. He doesn’t remember it from last time but it’s the sweetest thing in the world. He wants to touch it, to kiss it.

“Jesus,” she sort of half-laughs. “How long has it been?”

“Six years, something like that,” he tells her, pretending he’s doing the math in his head.

She nods. “And you were just in the area?”

"Yeah,” he says, because it’s easier than I will be dead in a few weeks and spend eternity in hell, and the thoughts of you have been some of the few moments of peace I’ve felt recently.

“Is Earl okay?” he asks, in the hope she won’t want to know details about the case. She looks a little sad, and he regrets asking immediately.

“He’s okay,” she says, one hand going to her face, moving some hair off her forehead. “He had a, a thing with his heart a little while ago. He’s been doing okay but he hasn’t been recovering as well as he should be. So we’re her on observation for a few days.” She looks at Dean and their eyes meet. “Lucky timing, I guess.”

He nods. “It is,” and then he can’t help himself but grin a little, when he says: “So, not to be a pain, but Earl told me to get you outside, and he could probably pull off my head like in a cartoon, even if he’s a little wobbly right now.” This makes her smile. She runs her hands over her face, into her hair, scratching her scalp for a second, probably to get some tension out. Dean wishes he could do it for her, wishes he could touch her neck, massage it, make her feel better.

“Let me use the restroom real quick” she says, and she’s already turning in the direction the sign points. “And then we can explore the exciting hospital grounds.” Dean nods and she walks off. He looks after her. At the way she walks. She’s real. He realizes he almost doubted it.

His heart is doing all kinds of gymnastics and he thinks to himself well, he’s in the right place for it, when he hears a noise from the next room over, the one next to Earl’s. It’s a low sounds, sobbing. It’s his hunter’s instincts that lead him to the door, which is slightly ajar.

He can just manage to see another hospital bed through the gap in the door. In it lies a man, hands by his side, facing the ceiling. There’s a woman on one side of him but Dean barely sees her. On the other side is a lanky teen, all elbows and Adam’s apple. He has dark hair that could use a haircut, and he's holding on to one of the man’s hands. He has his head down and his shoulders are shaking. He’s crying. No, sobbing. Then Dean realizes the man in the bed is dead.

The panic hits him out of nowhere. It's not like he doesn't see dead bodies on the daily, but this has been happening recently, a sudden surging feeling in him, his breathing going fast and heavy, his chest constricting. He doesn’t know what it is, not really, but maybe it has something to do with his time being almost up, some side effect he doesn't know about.

He takes a step back, needs to hold himself up by the wall with one arm suddenly. The hallway is empty and then it’s spinning. His vision is pinned. He thinks he’s going to die, the fall from his earlier euphoria to this so intense that he thinks it can’t be anything but death. No, he thinks. It’s too early. 

Then he hears her voice. He doesn’t know where she’s coming from. She’s touching his arm, he’s pretty sure. The hallways is so bright that he can’t see her.

“Dean,” he can hear her but she’s sounding far away. Then she’s leading him away. It gets darker, suddenly. He hears a door close. Then she’s touching his arm again, and he hadn’t realized she let go.

“Dean,” she says again. He thinks he says: “I’m good,” but he’s not sure. “Dean, does your arm hurt?” He doesn’t understand the question. What does his arm have to do with this?

She asks again, and he shakes his head. “Okay,” she says, and then he thinks she’s moving her hands from his arm to his hand.

“Do you feel this?” she asks. She’s squeezing his hand. He can’t answer. She says: “Squeeze back.” He does it.

She moves into his field of vision. She’s a little blurred but it’s definitely her. She says his name again. “I think you’re having a panic attack, okay?” she says. “I know it feels horrible right now, but it’s just a feeling. You're not in any danger. It’ll be over in a minute.”

Just a feeling. It doesn’t feel like just a feeling. He’s going to die.

“Try to breath a little slower,” she says. Her hands land on both his arms, and she’s fully in front of him now. She rubs her hands up and down, up and down, from his shoulders to his elbows. He tries to focus on the feeling. On the rhythm of it. Tries to time his breathing to it. He thinks it’s working. He can see her a little better. “It’s okay, Dean, everything is fine. You’re gonna be fine.”

And then one hand goes away from his arm and she rubs his chest. Not hard or fast, but slowly and gentle. It makes him realize he has a body, a body that can be touched. His breathing calms. She says: “I’m here,” and, “you’re not alone,” and, “you’ll be fine in just a second.”

His vision widens. He can see her now, so close to him, a worried look on her face. When he focuses on her, she smiles and says, “there you are.” Her hand that’s still on his arm goes up to his shoulder, squeezing it slightly, reminding him again of his body. He can see the beauty mark and he can’t believe he ever missed it.

He leans in and kisses her. It’s not a conscious decision. He just thought he was dying, and he still feels horrible, sick, exhausted, his head hurts. And she’s right there, all soft skin and kind words and he’s just enough back in his own brain to feel embarrassment and shame, and he doesn’t want to feel those things, so he does what he does to make the bad feelings go away.

He kisses her, hard. She’s standing close to the wall of what he now realizes is a janitor’s closet, that she must have pulled him into when she found him. So he presses her against the wall and his body against hers, because he doesn’t want to feel this way anymore. Her hand is still on his arm and then joins the other one his chest, and he just wants to feel her, feel anything else at all, but then she’s pushing at him.

“Dean, no,” she says. He doesn’t want to stop. Doesn’t she understand? But he does, moves his mouth off hers, looks away. She has her hands between them. Her lips are wet from where he kissed them, and she’s looking at him carefully. He realizes he doesn’t remember the kiss, and if there was any room in him for another feeling he would feel regret.

He steps away from her, one step, then another, and he bumps into the janitor’s cart, ungainly. She’s still standing against the wall, both hands raised, looking at him, studying his movement.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking down.

“It’s okay,” she says, “nothing happened.”

Something did happen and he feels the shame deep in his shoulders, in the way they rise up and stay there, and in his hands, which are fists at his side. It’s such a familiar feeling.

She takes a deep breath, lets her hands drop. “How about that walk, huh?”

They are outside. Dean has his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance from her. They’re walking, neither saying anything. He should just leave. There’s no way to recover from this.

She points at a bench, raises her eyebrows in question. He nods, follows her to it. They sit down next to each other, Dean still keeping his distance. He’s jittery, his leg is bouncing. She sits quietly, watching him, he thinks.

“That happen a lot?” she finally asks. He chews his lip, then nods, still not looking at her.

“I used to get them too,” she says. “I know the feeling. It’s like you’re terrified that you’ll die, and then, as it keeps going and building, you suddenly want to die, and it’s not happening fast enough.” She gives a sad chuckle. “There’s a couple of things you can do if it—”

“I’m good,” Dean interrupts her. Not dying would be a good solution to the problem. Not staring down the barrel of a metaphorical gun for a year, knowing it will fire anyway, would work too. He can't think about it differently. He can only think about fighting the disease itself, never the symptoms. It's what makes him so damn stubborn.

They sit there for a while. Eventually Dean turns to her. ”I’m sorry, he says again. She nods.

“About the panic attack or about the kiss?” she asks.

Woof. How does he answer that?

“Both,” he says, because he is.

“Well,” she answers, “if you’re apologizing for the panic attack, you can shove it. The kiss,” she leans her head to the side. “Could have been better. Really bad timing. Five outta ten.” She looks over at him, smiling a little. She’s trying to coax a smile out of him, he thinks. It’s a good out for the things he’s feeling, so he gladly takes it. Smiles a little.

“Five outta ten? Your standards must be crap.” She laughs a little. He’d forgotten her laugh.

“Well, I’m not arguing with that,” she mumbles. The air around Dean feels lighter.

“You used to have ‘em too?” he asks her. She nods, a wistful look in her eyes.

“Yeah, when I was younger.” He remembers the story about her family then, feels a little ashamed that he knows but didn’t hear it from her. Maybe she doesn’t want him to know. He looks down.

“What happened when you were younger?” he asks, gaining no points for subtlety. He looks back up at her just in time to see her bite her lip, chew on it a little. She’s looking past him, at something he can’t see.

“Something happened, to my family. And to me.” She shrugs. “It was pretty bad for a while. Still is sometimes.” He nods, but he has to be honest, feels like he’s lying to her otherwise. Tells her he’s heard the story, though he doesn’t detail where.

“Yeah,” she says, “people in those circles tend to know it.” And then he tries to tell her something helpful, and he turns to her, really turns to her, and he says: “But it doesn’t have to define who you are.”

For a second she doesn’t react. Then she screws up her face.

“What?” she asks. Dean’s flustered. He says it again.

“No, I heard you,” she says, “but what does that mean?” Dean can just go uuhm for a second. Then his brain jump starts back into action.

“You told me that,” he says, “when we met. We were talking about my mother. And you said it didn’t have to define me. What happened to her.”

She looks at him, eyes big. “I said that?”

“Yes!”

She blinks slowly. “Well, I, I think that’s complete nonsense.” And she laughs, heartily, slaps her thigh with her hand.

Dean is shocked. “I have been thinking about that for years. I believed it. And you’re saying it was nonsense?”

“Oh Dean,” she says, kindly, and she’s still laughing. “I don’t know, I was twenty-two when we met. I was a baby. We were both babies! I talked a lot of crap. Maybe I was trying to impress you.” Before he can feel the flattery of that, she slaps his arm, softly, he still flinches but then he kind of has to laugh too. At the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

When they calm down, he wipes his face, she scratches her nose.

“I mean, of course the things that happen to you define you,” she clarifies. “I guess, I guess I meant they shouldn’t be the only thing that defines you. Maybe that’s what I meant.”

Dean scoffs. “Oh, that’s what you meant?” She laughs again.

“Sorry about that,” she says.

They sit in silence for a while again, but it’s comfortable.

“What happened, after?” he asks at last. “With the panic. Did you ever…I mean did you ever find what did it?” She looks at him for a long time, then. He has a hard time keeping her gaze but he manages it. The way she looks at him feels too much like being seen.

Eventually she says: “It wasn’t an it,” and it takes Dean a moment to understand what she means by that.

“It was just some guy,” she says. “He was arrested on something… I don’t remember. Something completely different. It was on the news. And I saw him. I hadn’t told anyone what happened. I didn’t see the point. Also I was terrified that someone would get to him before I did. I had this manic plan that I would avenge my family, heal myself in the process, make it all alright. So I saw him on the news, and I knew I could finally set things right.”

She smiles but it’s a sad smile. “They put him in a mental hospital, right? They said he's sick, delusional, but I didn't care. And Earl helps me put together all these files, identification so I can get through to him. Because I want him to see me. I want him to see me, and be afraid. Be scared for his life.” There are tears in her eyes. Dean wants to hold her, but he keeps his distance.

“What happened?” he asks, as gently as possible.

“He didn’t recognize me,” she says. “He just… I mean here was this guy who took everything from me. And he has no idea, who I am. He had no idea what he did. And I didn’t know what to do. Because if he doesn’t remember, what good is it punishing him for it? He’s in that hospital, he’s so sedated he can barely walk and he’s gonna stay in there for the rest of his life. So I know he won’t hurt anyone else. So what do I do?”

Dean waits a second, then asks: “What did you do?”

“I kept going back,” she says, wiping at her eye. “Over and over. And you know what happens? He starts remembering me. Not what he did, but now, what I’m doing now. He gets excited when I visit him. Tells me stories, stuff that I don’t even know if it’s true. And I keep thinking, I just keep thinking, the next time I come here, I’m going to kill him. I’ll do it. And then he died. He just died. Stroke. He was just gone.”

She looks at Dean. He looks at her. “I got some help, after that. Professional help. And the panic attacks sort of stopped, eventually. And I just moved on, I guess.” He’s quiet, because he doesn’t know what to say, what to tell her.

“There’s no moral to that story,” she says, her voice quieter. “Maybe he deserved to be killed. I don’t know. But what I keep going back to is the guilt. I used to think it was one thing, something solid and concrete. I don’t think that anymore.”

She nods at him. “So whatever you got eating away at you, Dean, maybe it’s not as clear cut as you’re making it out to be.” He looks down at her hands where they are in her lap., then back up at her. She nods. He takes the one closest to him and holds it. She takes a shuddering breath.

“I lied,” he said, still looking at her hand, where it is now covered by his.

“About what?” she asks.

“I’m not on a case in the area. I, uhm,” and then he pushes himself over the edge, at least to a partial truth. What has he got to lose? “I came here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It just sort of happened. I mean I’ve been thinking about you on and off for six years. But lately…” He clicks his tongue. “Lately I can’t stop.”

He doesn’t dare look up at her, until he hears her voice. “You have?” He looks at her face. She’s wide-eyed, but not in a bad way.

“Yeah,” he says. Then she leans in. He’s still holding her hand and he doesn’t want to let go of that. So he doesn’t, but leans in as well. Their lips meet and he can’t believe it’s actually happening. It’s over before he knows it. He doesn’t want it to be, but he’s not sure how to ask for more without risking to ruin it.

She puts her head on his shoulder. “Definite improvement,” she says, and he chuckles.

They sit like this, for a long time. Eventually she looks at his watch, sighs.

“I should get back to Earl,” she says. No, Dean thinks, please, more, please. But instead he nods, stands up when she does. He drops her hand and then wishes he hadn’t. He doesn’t pick it back up again.

They walk back. She goes to open the door to Earl’s room, but he stops her.

“I better hit the road,” he says. She looks disappointed and he wonders if she thought he would stay. He wonders what that means, that the idea never even occurred to him.

“Back to your case?” she says, grinning a little through what he thinks is her disappointment. He nods. “Exactly.”

She looks up at him. “So will I see you around?” He realizes the answer is no. He will never see her again.

“Sure,” he says. They don’t kiss again.

“It was good to see you, Dean” she says.

“You too,” he says.

Then he has to turn around, because one of them has to leave first. He decides it should be him.

[timkontheunsure]

Best bet on a timeline of seasons 2 so far

me and a friend did our best trying work it out.

This was my first guess.

This was go AJ's go based on it. She's put her reasons in the yellow boxes.

We worked out Blitz is using September's page for October. Pretty common dyslexic mistake, because it only has 30 days.

It also stats on Sunday with full moon on a Friday night.

Unhappy campers runs from Monday to Friday.

So if we go the days are right but the month is wrong then third would be the best fit of both.

So guessing Blitz wanted to check Fizz was alright after getting back.

Assuming MMMM was more near the weekend because it's a concert.

If this is right then Opps is only 8 days after Stolas was kidnapped. And Full Moon only 23 days after with Stolas still recovering.

Think it's the real reason why Stolas in in the new robe in apology tour.

Because Blitz would have seen Stolas the bandage, and that conversation couldn't really go the same way.

We already get Blitz's panic face. There's no way he wouldn't have crumpled seeing the marks of torture on he's boy.

Pretty sure that'll come back up, either with Via being keep at her uncle's to his the injuries. And her being kept away, getting gaslight by her mum telling her Stolas doesn't love her.

Or with Blitz freaking out about it at Sinsmas when Stolas is attacked again. Possibly why Stolas isn't able to defend himself properly.

(I know we seen him do some magic like portaling Blitz, and hover his phone and the crystal. But we've not seen him doing big stuff. Not sure if he'll have powers removed for the illegal book deal, so could be that).

But what do you guys think?

[takaraphoenix]

March Schedule

As with last month, I figured I'd give a more detailed schedule. Though this time with shorter summaries, because writing this thing out took forever in February. If anything intrigues you, feel free to shoot me an ask about it to hear more ;)

03/01: Chapter 3 of Little Red and the Black Fox (Stetopher)

In this chapter of my superhero AU, Chris and Peter have to cope with the fact that Stiles used to be a model at Neckz 'n Throats... they cope by tracking down every single issue Stiles was a part of, of course

03/03: Mischief Monday's Stiles Stilinski’s Five Year Business and Romance Plan (Steter)

In this prequel to Welcome to the Mean Bean, we'll dive into how Stiles became an Emissary in training with the Hale Pack and how a certain wolf first caught Stiles' attention

03/05: Second Spring (Stetopher)

Medieval-esque fantasy AU set in the ABOverse, where alpha King Christopher agrees to marry the omega Prince Stiles of a neighboring country, because it's a strong alliance and because his love with his general and fellow alpha Peter is a forbidden one

03/07: Friday Ficlet Mission in the Jungle (Stetopher)

Chris, Peter and Stiles go undercover to the Jungle trying to track down the latest threat and Chris and Peter may get some sense talked into them by a group of overprotective Drag Queens

03/08: Chapter 9 of The Clever One (Steter)

In chapter 9 of my season 2 rewrite featuring True Mates Peter and Stiles building the pack together, we're finally hitting the rave and letting Stiles embrace his Spark!

03/10: Mischief Monday's Large and Satisfying (Steter)

The third installment in my Size-verse (where a freshly resurrected and still Alpha Peter takes care of Stiles after the Gerard take-down because they're True Mates and thus accidentally acquires two betas in Boyd and Erica) and we're finally hitting the Darach plot, more specifically the virgin sacrifices (listen, ONE of the fics in this unfortunately named series HAD to be a dick-pun, okay)

03/12: The Demon Wolf’s Distraction (Stalion)

The Alpha Pack comes to town to test the Hale Pack, but it proves to be dreadfully boring to Deucalion... until he finds a worthy distraction in a curious young Spark

03/14: Friday Ficlet Kitten Treats (Steter)

Listen, there's not that much plot to this one, @lunastories keeps very unsubtly making me want to write more pet play kitten!Stiles so we're gonna put a collar on that twink and make him meow for Peter, okay?

03/15: Chapter 1 of A Spark Into a Flame (Stetopher)

The real reason Gerard kidnapped Stiles is because Stiles is a Spark - a phoenix - and he wants some of that regenerative immortality, but when Chris breaks Stiles, Boyd and Erica out of the basement, Stiles has to deal with the fact that there are now people who know his best kept secret

03/17: Mischief Monday's Tutors and Trials (Steter)

The final installment of my Tutor-verse (a No Hale Fire canon divergence where Stiles is Malia's tutor and also Peter's True Mate but Peter is doing So Good at not giving in to temptation... until he learns Stiles turned 18 a few months ago)! Time for Stiles and Peter to finally seal their matebond!

03/19: Cowboyz ‘n Lassos (Stetopher)

Neckz 'n Throats is booking the Hale Ranch for a cowboy-themed shoot and Stiles, the model, and his husband Chris, the photographer, quickly catch the attention of ranch owner Peter

03/21: Friday Ficlet Lost Memories and Gained Trust (Steter)

The pack suffers temporary memory loss after a spell goes wry and Stiles finds himself trusting Peter blindly during that, something he has to reevaluate once the spell's effect wears off

03/22: Chapter 1 of The Alpha Pack’s Spark (Stetalion)

Deucalion comes to Beacon Hills because he heard about Peter waking up from his coma, just to find his former lover awake and freshly resurrected... and bringing along an omega who had apparently just been kidnapped and tortured by Gerard

03/24: Mischief Monday's Pollen Problem (Stetopher)

The pack is hit by a magic flower's pollen that makes them horny, but the pollen only acts to heighten already existing attraction and desires, but the pack doesn't know that so when Peter and Chris wake up with a freshly deflowered and sore Stiles in their bed, they are overcome with guilt for what they must have done to their boy

03/26: Run, Little Bun (Stetalion)

Stiles is an omega bunny shifter who kind of dreads the mating run because he doesn't think any alphas would give chase to him - the mating run has long tradition in their town, where alphas chase omegas to prove themselves worthy of the privilege to court them and Stiles doubts any alpha would want to court him, because no alpha ever pays attention to him (because they are all deadly afraid of the mated alpha pair who threaten anyone who gets to close to their chosen bunny)

03/28: Friday Ficlet He Should (Not) Be at the Club (Steter)

Peter owns a club and Stiles has lately been frequenting it, maybe partially because the owner is really hot and snarky and fun to talk to but it's all just friendly banter, right? Well, until a sleazy werewolf hits on Stiles a little too insistently and Peter's possessive Alpha nature forces him to intervene

03/29: Chapter 4 of Little Red and the Black Fox (Stetopher)

Part-time hero, part-time vigilante and full-time (paycheck wise, anyway) investigative journalist Stiles... might have gotten himself abducted while on the job... it wasn't his fault, okay?

03/31: Mischief Monday's How to Seduce Your Best Friend's Alpha (Stalion)

AU where the Alpha Pack is a regular pack and, more specifically, a pack located in London and the one that Jackson joins when he moves there. After the Nogitsune, Stiles and Jackson texted and called a lot and became best friends, so after graduation, Stiles packs up to move to London... and gets to meet Jackson's new pack and his very handsome and charming Alpha, Deucalion

[dropoutdottv]

📺This week on Dropout: on Monday, a new Make Some Noise with Josh Ruben, Anna Garcia, and Hannah Pilkes; on Tuesday, an extended Dirty Laundry cocktail recipe; on Wednesday, a new episode of Dimension 20: Misfits & Magic season 2; on Thursday, the MisMag S2 Adventuring Party talkback; and on Friday, go behind-the-scenes of Dropout Presents: From Ally to Zacky (premiering Nov. 15th) with the latest Get Your Act Together featurette!

[only-lonely-stars]

just watched Dragons Rising S2... I am not okay and have many thoughts (SPOILER WARNING)

Please pardon how disorganized these are... :)

Nya and Jay's eventual reunion is going to crush my soullllll

All of the cool shots with Cole fighting have reignited my Man Crush Monday, and I'm not mad

Where are all the ladies? Pixal, Skylor, Vania, Akita? And what about side characters like Benthomaar, the Keepers, Scott, Unagami??? I desperately want to see them

The sorceress (Gandalaria?) is pretty funny, I loved the whole bit with the magic storeroom -- especially the mimic

Did Euphrasia achieve her True Potential when she stabilized the Cloud Kingdom island?

Ras floating into the sky for his interdimensional Zoom meetings has got to be pretty odd in-person...

What happened to Ash? If we've got Cinder now, did Ash die? Or did he retire? Some secret third option?

SOMEONE HELP MY BOI KAI

Seriously. Kai was wearing a wolf mask and yet he still went through the portal without any issues. How? Is it a plot hole? I thought I'd hit on a plot twist and then I was proven wrong, so... not sure...

Lloyd's whole panic attack plot line was... decent, but feels like it needs a little work in the writing department. Overall I love the idea!

What the heck is a Source Dragon Tournament?

Every single one of the Administration jokes landed. Solid 10/10. I was cackling at Cole's joke about a permit in triplicate.

THE DOG!!!! THE DOG!!!!! TOO CUTE!!!

Are the rest of the Ninja going to learn Rising Dragon Technique soon? Will Riyu and Sora get it together?

Will Arin ever actually figure out his object thingie (without bringing it up unsuccessfully another thirty times) before I get bored of watching him try? I hope so.

RIYU BABY YOU'VE GOTTEN SO BIG, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!! Now go eat your vegetables so you keep growing.

It took me a while to find somewhere to watch it (I don't have Netflix), but it was worth it. I'll watch Season 2 Part 2 (season 2B?) when it's out! I'm starting to warm up to the idea of a spinoff show, especially with the overarching plot pulling it together.

[littlebosslady7]

Critical Role Schedule for the week of December 2nd, 2024

Monday, December 2nd — Re-Slayer’s Take season 2, episode 10 for podcast streamers, 12 for Beacon.

Monday, December 2nd — Tales from the Stinky Dragon Campaign 3, Episode 5 for Beacon.

Monday, December 2nd — Daggerheart: What You Need to Know with Matthew Mercer on the new Darrington Press YouTube at noon PST.

Tuesday, December 3rd — Critical Role Abridged Campaign 3, Episode 33 for YouTube, 55 for Beacon.

Tuesday, December 3rd — #EverythingisContent returns when Liam O’Brien, Matthew Mercer, Emily Axford, and Ify Nwadiwe play Magic: The Gathering, Commander! at 7PM PST on Beacon, YouTube, and Twitch.

Wednesday, December 4th — UNEND Season 1 Episode 8 for Midst YouTube, 10 for Beacon at 10AM PST.

Wednesday, December 4th — Narrative Telephone episode 2 with lead guest narrator Luis Carazo will be uploaded to YouTube at noon PST.

Thursday, December 5th — Bell’s Hells (and possibly the Mighty Nein) continue with their adventure on Ruidus. They return in Campaign 3, Episode 116 at 7PM PST on Beacon, YouTube, and Twitch.

Thursday, December 5th — Critical Role Cooldown airs directly after the latest episode, only on Beacon.

Saturday, December 7th — Beacon Backstage Pass Join Marisha Ray for a behind the scenes livestream ahead of A Daggerheart Critmas Story at 10AM EST/1PM PST, only on Beacon.

Saturday, December 7th — Daggerheart Critmas Live Special at Freedom Mortgage Pavilion starts at 7:30PM EST, YouTube VOD: TBA.