#and i love 205 and i love talking about it with you!!!!!! thank you so so so much for asking this cat i love you so much omg

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

2/?

📜 realexyblog

haiku because exy is back:

GOD, why are my teams

SO fucking bad at exy?

FUCK this FUCKING sport.

#and i watch sports for why? entertainment? no way

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♛ queen-of-exy

I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! KEVIN DAY IS A QUEEN SHES LITERALLY A QUEEN ITS ON HER FACE

💃fox-me-up follow

queen on the court, pillow princess on the mattress amiright

♛ queen-of-exy

ive never felt more understood, I am kissing you w tongue

#marry me tumblr user fox me up

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🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

i'm just gonna say it. i know we're all thinking it. jeremy knox eats ass like it's his JOB.

👁 jean-mor-uhoh

babe literally no one was thinking that but i'm proud of you for speaking your truth

#we're friends but what cost. when all u talk about is jeremy knox eating ass.

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🧚 goalie-stan

#dan wilds #psu

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🌄 softkevinday follow

He lived. He served cunt. He died. He was Resurrected. Served more cunt.

#kevin day

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👸🏻 kevindazed follow

absolutely busted a fucking nut watching kevin day switch hands like that oh my god my nut was so forceful it created a new dimension.

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

hey can i join you in that dimension

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

Sure, just bring some snacks or something

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

hell yeah!!!!!!

#thanks youre the best do you like doritos?

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😎 foxyknoxy

the best exy team in the nation is a LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE how many of those students even go to the games when your school is full of artists and theater kids. your student section must be wACK

😎 foxyknoxy

*sorry, 2nd best exy team in the nation

#fuck you theater kids!!!!!!!! can't even appreciate a good sport !!!!! anyway go trojans

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🙈 ittybittyminny follow

Andrew Minyard should get a little bite and chew. As a reward. Maybe a small gnaw. nomnomnom Maaaaaybe as a treat he can rip a throat out, but only if he's really really good

#only if he's REALLY GOOD and maybe tests negative for rabies but whatever you can't win em all

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

favourite exy rarepair????

☀️ usctrojanny

ACTUALLY !!!!! was thinking about this earlier and while ive never seen anyone talk about it.......aaron minyard and neil josten would be 👀 kinda cute???

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

omg wait why have I never thought about guys before!!!!!!!! noooo why did you say this, i can totally see it!!!!!! Neil would probably have to lean down to kiss aaron 🥺 do u think he has ever had to lean down to kiss someone 😭

☀️ usctrojanny

And obviously, u know me, im always here for a striker/backliner matchup

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

this is all i'm going to think about for the rest of my life now, thanks, fuck you

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👅 nastyneiljosten

I want to put neil josten in a jar and shake the jar so violently he turns into sludge and then pour a drop of that sludge on to a petri dish so I can see what kind of bacteria he produces.

🦩 exyonmymind follow

what happens to the rest of the sludge?

👅 nastyneiljosten

*sluuuuuuurp* *swallowing sounds* *sluuuurp* *gargle gargle* *more swallowing sounds* yummy yummy in my tummy

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🐋 sexyexy

headcannon that neil josten is so feral bc andrew bit him and gave him rabies so now he's a literal rabid dog

👢exyinaphonebooth follow

You can't make headcannons about real people don't be freaks

🐋 sexyexy

exy players aren't real they're my little dolls that I can put into any situations I want and you can't stop me

#thanks anyway did u know andrew minyard gave neil josten rabies

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🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

ARE THOSE REFS FUCKING BLIND ????????!

#exy lb

👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

Kiss cams are only acceptable during sporting events if they zoom in on two players

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

ok but what if they're wearing a face mask

👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

smash your cages together obviously, don't be a pussy #love wins

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

fair enough

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🌸 softexy

Andrew and Aaron Minyard

#exy #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #palmetto foxes #psu #web weave #poetry

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[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the june fic rec featuring my favourite works i read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! (and happy pride month!) rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Don’t Embarrass Me, Motherfucker by @allwaswell16 (T, 1.4k, established relationship, time stamp, professor harry, pets) Harry comes home from work to find Louis and their parrot are up to something.

A Darcy the Parrot time stamp

໑ All My Life by wanderlou (NR, 5k, established relationship, marriage proposal, humour) The four times Harry tries to propose and the one time he gets it right (or does he?)

໑ Take My Hand, Dumbass by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (G, 6k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o college au, roommates, touch depri) There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

And maybe it would be easy, if not for the depri and the annoying alpha roommate and the fact that Louis is, honestly, a bit too stubborn for his own good.

໑ Little Love by GoldenSunflouervol6 (NR, 8.7k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, fbi, homelessness) Written for the Omegaverse fic fest for prompt: 205. L & H are FBI/CIA/MI6/whatever agents and best friends. L goes on a mission without H (they’re partners, so they usually go together) and he doesn’t return. 2 yrs later he returns to the agency after escaping from wherever he was (maybe he was kidnapped, experimented on, etc., can be up to the author!). H tries to get L to talk about why he was gone/what he went through, but L isn’t ready. They continue to go on missions, but L is falling apart. Maybe he’s having nightmares, flashbacks, etc. Whoever held L captive ends up finding him again and takes him back. He either escapes again or H finds him. The author can obviously add stuff! This is more like an outline, maybe? Preferably omega L & alpha H, but ultimately up to author. Would love to see the other boys in it too, but that’s up to the author as well! [possessive & jealous h, sassy & tough l] L can be feminized, but preferably not too much.

໑ the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 10k, established relationship, pride, time stamp) it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) time stamp.

໑ Louis and the Very Terrible, No Good Sleep by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 10k, roommates, a/b/o au, insomnia, 5+1 things) Louis had always been used to sleeping in a puppy pile back home. It was something that just happened, with all of his siblings being omegas, they just ended up in a giant nest all together, and Louis loved to cuddle in the warmth, and breathe in the familiar scent of home. He hadn’t thought much about it when, after graduating from the local uni, he got a job offer in Brighton and had to leave the family den.

Or, Louis is insomniac. Follow him in his quest to fall asleep.

໑ You Just Be Yourself by @lululawrence (NR, 13k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, kid fic, 5+1 things) “Thanks, Mom.”

Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond.

“Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared.

“I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone.

Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

໑ back where we belong by Ashisinlove (NR, 15k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, college/university au, lack of communication, omega drop, read tags and author’s note) an exes to lover university!au where louis did not know how to express his concern in the relationship and harry did not know his omega was feeling this way.

໑ Ugly love by Hazzaslittle28 (E, 16k, kind of established relationship, governor harry, prostitute louis, accidental pregnancy) And Louis knew one thing as he stares at the dark sky and trees, the town moving away from his vision that he's never going to let his child feel the betrayal and hurt and all the hardships he went through.

He's going to give his baby enough love to fill the absence of her father. The ring in his fingers burn, there was rage inside Louis but most of all resided a boy who was still in denial that one day, one day his love would return back to him. Hold him and they'll stay happy as ever.

Or

The 1860s Au where Louis is a prostitute and Harry's a governor, they both are in love until they aren't.

໑ frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 21.6k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, rockstar louis, bodyguard harry, touch deprivation) louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

໑ Scarred by @allwaswell16 (E, 23k, enemies to lovers, soulmates, a/b/o au, sick fic, touch deprivation, soul bond, scars, read tags) As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

— rare pairs —

໑ It's You by @allwaswell16 (louis/louis, T, 2.7k, a/b/o university au, clones, 5+1 things) Five times alpha Louis talks to omega Lou and one time he admits he wants more from his omega clone

໑ The Tiniest Moves by @allwaswell16 (louis/nick grimshaw, T, 1.5k, getting together, famous/non famous au) Coffee shop owner Nick Grimshaw may or may not have come to work on his day off in the hopes that fresh-off-his-world-tour Louis Tomlinson might stop by.

[storydays]

Masquerade P1

*IMPORTANT A/N: These next few chapters contains scenes that depict sexual assault. Please do not read if that is triggering to you! Reader discretion is advised*

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) yawned, as he rolled over and smiled at the still sleeping demon in his bed. After their kiss last night, the two stayed up talking about everything and anything that came to their minds. Angel told him about his human life, about his beloved twin sister Molly, and in turn, (Y/N) told him about his relationships with his parents and a past lover. 

(Y/N) had only one other boyfriend in his life time, but unfortunately, when (Y/N) was 205 his fiance was taken in an extermination. That night, (Y/N) he'd lost control of his power, and everything within a 65 mile radius was destroyed as he screamed out for his lost love. 

He raged for 6 hours until Lucifer had shown up, and quickly embraced his son in his arms, and held him as he wailed.

The prince didn't remember anything after seeing Archer being cut in half in front of him, but from what his father told him, he'd killed multiple demons and exorcists in his rage. Angel held (Y/N)'s hand as he talked, listening patiently. He kissed (Y/N)'s head as a silent, 'I'm here.' and (Y/N) held Angel tightly as he told him about everything Valentino has done to him. 

They curled up together under the blanket, (Y/N) being the big spoon and holding Angel. 

That was last night, and somehow they'd woken up on opposite sides of the bed, their backs touching. (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Angel's forehead before getting up, and walking into his bathroom to get ready for the day. 

He was singing softly to himself as he carefully finished doing his eyeliner when he felt a nudge on his foot. (Y/N) looked down at the animals, Fat Nuggets and Rocco were looking at him, as if asking for something. 

"Oh, you guys are hungry? Hang on." He walked over to feed the two, chuckling as the two made noises of joy before digging into their food. "Now it's my turn to eat." (Y/N) adjusted his clothes so he was presentable before quietly leaving the room, and making his way downstairs.

*Downstairs*

In the kitchen, (Y/N) was humming as he made breakfast for the hotel. 

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Charlie called, walking in the kitchen with a  sleepy Vaggie behind her. "Good morning, Charlie! Morning Vaggie!" (Y/N) replied, before handing them a plate of their favorite food. 

"Oh thanks, (Y/N)." Vaggie said, as he slid a cup of coffee towards her. "You're in a good mood, big brother." Charlie noted, also taking a cup of coffee. "What? I can't do something nice for people once in a while?" (Y/N) rolled his eyes playfully, setting down Husk's, Niffty, and Alastor's plate down.

"Thank you, my dear (Y/N)!" Alastor grinned. The prince had made everyone their favorite breakfast, and had truly outdone himself. 

(Y/N) quickly put a pink and a red rose on Angel's breakfast, before teleporting it up to his room, for Angel to find when he wakes up. "Sooo are you going to be lovey dovey with Angel now?" Husk asked, raising an eyebrow at the usually quite prince. 

Caught off guard,  (Y/N) tripped slightly, spilling orange juice on his shirt. "Damn it." He groaned, using a towel to dab at the juice. "To answer your question, Husk, I don't think much will change, the only difference is we are officially together now. I'll be back." He sighed, teleporting to his room. 

*Up in his room*

(Y/N) made his way to his closet, taking off his vest and shirt, to replace it with another one. "Well, that's a nice view to wake up to, sweet cheeks." Angel's sleep heavy voice said lowly. (Y/N) turned to look at the spider who was leaning on his elbow looking at (Y/N), through half lidded eyes. 

"Good morning, tesoro." Smiled (Y/N), as he started to button up his shirt. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Bambola, these last few nights I've slept with you, have been the best sleep I've had since coming to Hell." Angel admitted, before noticing the breakfast tray on (Y/N)'s nightstand. 

"I made you breakfast, Angel." (Y/N) walked over to place the tray over Angel's lap, before pressing a kiss to the spider's forehead. "You missed," the spider narrowed his eyes, before pulling on (Y/N)'s tie, and bringing him down to a chaste kiss.

When he let go, (Y/N) blushed brightly, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie.

"E-E-Eat up and then come down. Charlie said it's show and tell today." Angel laughed loudly at the prince's bashfulness. 

*Downstairs in the lounge area.*

Angel groaned as he shook his head, waking up from being disoriented. "Huh?" he gasped, looking around the room in a panic, before struggling against his binds. He looked around, fear written over his face, when a shadow moved. "Finally awake, Angel Dust?" asked a raspy voice. "Yeah, and what's it to you?" smirked Angel before the shadow grabbed Angel by his hair, holding a knife to his throat before letting him go.

"I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault." "Hehehe! It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything." Angel said lowly, looking the kidnapper up and down.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya." The wolf demon growled, gripping Angel by his shirt. "Do your worst.....Daddy." smirked the spider. "Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!" moaned the onscreen Angel.

The Hazbin Hotel members sat around the TV watching with mixed emotions: Sir Pentious and Charlie were weirded out, Vaggie watched through a narrow eye disgust written on her face, Niffty was smiling, laying on the table, kicking her legs as if she was watching a cartoon. (Y/N) was cringing at the way Angel acted on screen.

He knew from last night that Angel's real moans were something sweeter and real.

"Ya know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-x-i' award." Angel said smugly where he was leaning against the couch, legs resting on (Y/N)'s lap. 

"It's uh..very..honest? Oh.." Charlie groaned, looking away. "Ew!" Vaggie gagged as the onscreen Angel moaned, "Oh, harder, daddy!"

"Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?" Vaggie growled, covering Charlie's eyes as she held a hand over her mouth, looking sick.

"What?!" asked the spider, "(Y/N) told me it was 'Show n' Tell' day. I'm shown' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker." Angel pushed his chest fluff up, mimicking tits as he rolled eyes at the thought of his arch rival.

"Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene." Husk commented from where he was cleaning an glass. 

Angel sat up on his knees to glare at the cat, "Alright, dickhead, what makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?" he demanded. "You really going to sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?" Husk asked. 

Angel gasped, "Fuck you! This is classy art!" He gestured to the TV where he was getting his ass bitten by the wold demon. "Ohh, fuck!" He moaned.

"Angel, tesoro, don't take it personally. All artists have their critics." (Y/N) tried to soothe the spider. "That's bullshit." snapped the cat demon. 

"He gets drunk and bitches about it all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." Angel rolled his eyes as Husk continued.

"That one," He pointed at Pentious, "That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!" The snake flinched as everyone turned to look at him: Charlie looked weirded out, Vaggie and (Y/N) were making threatening gestures, and Niffty just stared at him.

"Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own." Husk looked at Charlie who smiled uncomfortably. "What?! No, I--what? Pffff, no,no." She crossed her arms uncomfortably. 

"This one," Husk motioned to Vaggie, "judges everyone and everything because she hates herself." Vaggie groaned. 

"Prince (Y/N) here, keeps everyone arms length because he thinks he's too dangerous to let others in." (Y/N) avoided Charlie and Angel's curious glances as he fidgeted with his wrist band. 

"And Niffty..." Husk trailed off as Niffty held a finger over her mouth mischievously, mimicking Alastor's dark smile. "Hehh...You don't even wanna know what her deal is." He scoffed drinking his cheap booze. 

Angel cackled, kicking his feet like child. "You weren't kidding! Haha, wow!" He laughed in Vaggie's face before turning towards Husk with a grin. 

"Kitten's got claws. Meow!" He jokingly purred at Husk.  "And you!" Husk hissed, "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are." "Oh, me? Fake?" Angel mocked, leaning against (Y/N)'s chest, checking his nails. "Wow. I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor. Dumbass. And--" He was cut off by his phone ringing, "Hold that thought." 

He got up to walk a little away before answering, "Hello? Uh, yeah I'm--I'm..No, No, I just..I.." Angel suddenly got nervous, "No I-I'm not...But uh..Yeah..I'll be right there." The spider hung up, before turning around with a wide grin, though you can tell he was still nervous. 

"Well, uh, looks like Val needs me for an...uh--emergency shoot." He started to walk towards (Y/N) to bid him goodbye, when Husk muttered, "Uh-huh, sure." 

"You know what, fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me." He pulled a pair of pink shades from his chest fluff with a smirk. "So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic." He hissed, flicking the cat off, putting his shades on before walking over to the prince, and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "A più tardi,  guance dolci.(See you later, sweet cheeks.)"

He made his way to the door, when Charlie ran in front of the door, blocking him from escaping.  "Angel! You can't leave yet. We haven't finished our exercises for the day." She tried pulling him away from the door, when he pulled away, waving her off. "I'm sure you'll manage without me."

Charlie slammed the door again, "There isn't much time for the hotel to prove itself!" Angel pinched the bridge of his beak before taking his sunglasses off, and leaning down to look Charlie in her eyes. 

"Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything, but unless you can fix my boss," He gently moved her from in front of the door, placing his shades back over his eyes, "There's nothing you can do." He slammed the door, finally leaving. 

Charlie groaned, sliding down the door, pulling her face down with her hands, "Ughhhhhhh, why is this so haaaaard?" 

"What am I doing wrong?" She asked Vaggie and (Y/N) as they approached. "Well, I mean, you're the princess of Hell." 

"So?" Charlie was confused what that had to do with anything, "So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you," Vaggie smiled, placing a hand on the princess' shoulder. "But maybe, you can..I don't know..command a little more....authority." Vaggie grinned. 

"But that's so mean..." Charlie whined. "It's not mean, exactly. It's uh..aggressive kindness." (Y/N) tried. "Okay.. I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss that I convince him to let Angwl spend more time at the hotel!" Charlie said excitedly. 

"Sure, whatever gets you there, babe." Vaggie smiled. "Come on, Charlie. I'll go with you." (Y/N) scooped Charlie up and flew out of a nearby window.

*At the porn studio*

Angel flopped onto a bed, running his hands over his body, "Ohhh! Daddy I.....uhhhh?" Angel trailed off, pulling the script from under the pillow he was laying on.  He scoffed and sat up, "Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" 

"Just improve it. Do you think anyone watches for the dialogue?" Valentino purred, asking his assistant director. "Action!" He called. 

Four sinners dressed in BSDM clothing and ropes in their hands burst into a side door. "Oh, no." Angel covered himself with the covers, "So many burglars.... and only one me. Whatever shall I do?" He cooed, before looking down at the script. "I guess I'll have to do all of you!" He lowered the blanket, as another sinner pinned him down to bed. 

"Ohh! So, what are you gonna do ta' me?" Angel grinned, eyes glowing slightly. 

He looked over the demon's shoulder and caught sight of his boyfriend and his sister walking in. "Charlie? (Y/N)?" he gasped. 

The demon above him looked confused, "Uh, my name's Rocky." "No one gives a shit." The spider pushed Rocky off him. 

"Oh, so this is where the magic happens." Charlie said excitedly. She turned around just as a woman was taking her bra off, showing off her breasts. Charlie and (Y/N) both blushed, Charlie appreciating a nice set of boobs, (Y/N) just happened to be a very modest person, so that was a lot to him. "Oh, wow, that is--" The siblings gasped seeing another porn star being felt up by another and having oil poured on him.  "That is a lot." The siblings both muttered in unison, (Y/N) peeking through his fingers as Charlie watched wide eyed.

(Y/N) and Charlie were suddenly pulled to the side by Angel who was wearing  a pink fur robe, looking terrified. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!" he whispered harshly. 

""I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please." Charlie said snottily before whispering to him, "I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel." "And there was no way I was letting her come by herself to this....place." (Y/N) grimaced. "Now, where's your boss?" Charlie asked, before being jerked back by Angel. 

"Oh, no, no, no,no, no, no, no, no. You two are going nowhere near Val--" "Angel?" called Valentino. "What is the fucking hold up?"

"I'm coming!" Angel called, pushing the two royals towards the door. "Not off camera, you're not!" snapped the moth. 

"Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working, and we will talk about this, I promise. But first you've gotta go." He begged, eyes wide with fear.

"Ah! Your Majesty..Oh! And His Royal Highness as well! What a treat!" Val grinned, approaching the group. 

"Oh shit." Angel cursed under his breath. 

"Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such--" He licked Charlie's arm, as she cringed, "Oh, no thank you", "Mm! Lovely specimen!" He went to do the same to (Y/N) who pulled out his angelic knife from his side pocket. "Touch me and I will shove this in your eye sockets and finger fuck the holes." Charlie and Val stared wide at him, while Angel snorted softly at his boyfriend's strong dislike of being touched. 

"You two don't want roles, do you? Because I could make you both stars. Make us all richer than well, your papito.." Val dipped Charlie before (Y/N) pulled her behind him. "Fuck no!" They both said. 

Charlie cleared her throat, "Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressivly kindly speak with you about Angel." (Y/N) noticed Angel waving his hands no with a desperate look in his eyes. "Later, of course. We wouldn't want to stand in the way of you work." 

Val turned to side eye Angel who flinched before turning to the Prince and Princess. 

"Well then, make yourselves comfortable, Your Majesties! And enjoy the show." Angel quickly ran back to his bed before Val could get more upset. "Well, let's take this shit from the top!"

"Action!" The assistant director cackled. (Y/N) stood next to Valentino, looking uninterested on the outside, but on the inside he was filled with worry.

Angel was slammed into the bed, "Oh, wow, mister robbers, I sure hope you don't hurt me with those big...guns of yours." 

"Don't move, you spicy little, uh...cock sleeve or else I'll....." He was distracted by the mic dropping into the shot, and everyone looked over to Charlie whispering to the mic man. "We do trust exercises everyday in the morning..."

(Y/N) face palmed, "Damn it." "Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?" Val demanded. "Ooh, I'm sorry. Were we too loud?" Charlie smiled apologetically, the demon she was talking to walking away and glaring at her.

"I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel."

"Not at all, Princess! It doesn't bother me one bit." Valentino replied in a high voice, glaring at Angel who flinched. "You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more--" Charlie tripped over a cord, causing an electrical fire to start. 

The crew and actors disappeared, screaming. Angel curled into the bed, "Oh, shit." He and (Y/N) made eye contact as the prince mouthed, 'I'm so sorry.'

Val stood up, glaring at Angel as he shook slightly in fear. "Oh my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry." Charlie apologized trying to put the fire out. 

Valentino opened his wings and put the fire out with a growl. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." groaned Angel. "Oh, my gosh. I am so, so, so, sorry. I--I can clean this up. I--I can--" "Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that." Valentino smiled before turning to Angel with a frozen smile. 

"Angel, can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?" 

Angel avoided looking at (Y/N) as he scurried after the moth man. 

* This scene contains some triggers! 

In Angel's room*

Valentino slammed the door as Angel turned to him, "Val, I didn't know that.." Angel yelped as Val slapped him. "Val, I--"

"You really think you can have Lucifer's little bastards fight your battles for you?" Val threw the spider into a chair, making Angel back up in fear.  "Val, please, I'm sorry she--"

"You brought them here to protect you?" asked Val as he lit a cigarette. "To fuck with me?" he demanded, using the smoke from his cigraette to bind Angel's upper hands behind his back.

He grabbed the white haired demon by his neck, making Angel wheeze. "Ow! Val, stop!" He begged as he was slammed into the couch.

"You think she can get you out of work?" He growled, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "No! No, that's not what I'm trying to do. No--" Valentino threw the spider across the floor making Angel gasp and pant.

"You know she can't do anything." Val used his smoke to make a chain around Angel's neck, pulling him up to look at the contract Val had him under. "I own you. Or have you forgotten that?" he said, menacingly.

"No." Angel whimpered, close to tears. Val put the contract away before leering down at Angel. "When I say, 'come', you say?" "Yes, Valentino." Angel looked at him in the mirror as Val grinned and leaned down, "When I say, 'you're fucking 20 guys before lunch', you say?" 

"Yes, Valentino." Angel lowered his head. "When I say, 'you better get that fucking cunt out of my studio', you say?"

"I.." "You say?" growled the moth. Angel held his free hands up, "Look, Val, she just gets involved in everything. The prince is just her body guard...I'll-I'll them 'em to leave. Just don't hurt them." He begged.

Valentino lifted Angel up by his collar, "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky, you make me money. Now, you're going to go get rid of them,  and then you are filming all night." He threw Angel to the ground again, missing when Angel glared at him from the corner of his eye, before he turned to face the overlord. "Get me?"

"Yes, Val." Angel shook in fear. "Good." smiled Val, before roughly grabbing Angel by his arm and slamming the door behind them.  

"All right!" exclaimed Val loudly. "Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!" He threw Angel towards the bed, Angel catching himself and looking down, thinking about how to get rid of Charlie and (Y/N).

Charlie shifted into her demon form, "What makes you think you can treat him like that?" She rushed forward when (Y/N) caught her by the arm, whispering to her, "Charlie, no." "Charlie! Just stop!" Angel screamed, startling the two royals.

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes at the fact that Angel was now sporting a black eye...which he didn't have before he went into the dressing room. 

"Angel...what are you talking ab--" "Charlie, leave!" Angel started to push the siblings to the door. "But.." "I didn't want you ta come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse." "I just wanted to help you." Charlie whispered. "Well, you ain't!" 

(Y/N) looked at Angel's eyes and realized he was still terrified. He wasn't yelling out of anger, but out of fear. 

Fear of Valentino.

"Okay, okay, Angel. We're leaving now." (Y/N) soothed, Charlie looking at him confusedly. "Please. Let me finish my work." Angel spoke softly, glaring slightly as Charlie went to keep arguing. (Y/N) quickly snatched Charlie and started pushing her out the door, before pausing and turning to look back as Valentino touched Angel's shoulder, the porn star clearly uncomfortable. 

He narrowed his eyes, hearing Valentino purr, "Good boy."

*Outside with the siblings*

Charlie watched as her brother walked, shoulders tense. "Um, (Y/N) what was that about? Angel's your boyfriend, shouldn't you be fighting for him?" She asked, gasping when she saw (Y/N)'s eyes were not only in their demon form, but he also had tears pooling in the side of his eyes. 

"Of course I want to fight for him, Charlie! But we were just doing more harm than good in there just now! Did you see that black eye? He didn't have that when they went into that dressing room." (Y/N) turned to kick a trashcan down and broke a window before laughing darkly. 

"(Y/N)?" Charlie asked. (Y/N) wasn't going to hurt her, she knew that, but it was still unsettling whenever he acted like this. The prince turned to face her with a dark look, eyes wide with murderous glee, a wide smile that made him look like a jester with how wide he was grinning, and the wind started blowing, moving his hair, making him appear way more demonic than he usually was. 

"Oh, don't worry, my sweet little sister. Angel will be free soon enough. Valentino is going to get what's coming to him real soon." 

*End!*

[the-white-snake]

Lady Lia | OC smash or pass?

QUICK FACTS

height: 6'9" (nice) / 205 cm

age: between 50-55 years

gender: genderfluid

pronouns: she / they

sexuality: lesbian (with room for one Styr)

PROS

shaped like a capital S with PERFECT GLUTES

extremely wealthy but also good with money

absolutely stunning and smells as nice as she looks

shares her expensive tastes with loved ones

CONS

"What did you just say to me?"

"Remind me again why this concerns me?"

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Understand that I am better than you in every conceivable way."

(SOME) DETAILS

Lia is a bit of a hermit by choice. When she "retired" as a dragoon and decided to clean house as the new matriarch of her clan, she became a bit of a shut in. This lady is just not a fan of people. Like, in general.

She has expensive but very pragmatic tastes. While her manor is sparse in fine art and other cushy decor, she loooves implementing innovative tech into all parts of her home. Ask her about the central heating system she commissioned from Isghard's machinists! She's very proud of it.

She's on the older side and most of Ishgard thinks she's still unwed. Plenty of suitors come knocking thinking Lia might be lonely or desperate for an heir. HAH. Idiots.

Most her wealth comes from her family's salt mines. These mines helped her ancestors secure power and prominence rather quickly after immigrating to Ishgard from the Shroud.

Sexually, Lia is a switch. She gravitates toward being dominant over her many partners, or sharing an equal dynamic. She can be convinced to play the sub, but good luck with that.

Romantically, she is someone who gives fine expensive gifts. This is about the only way she expresses her love, generally. If you happen to be one of her girlfriends or her husband, then physical touch is very on the table. Otherwise, you may as well be approaching an ice wall that melts extremely slowly. Something something Ishgardian temperament? Anyway, engage with at your own risk.

Thanks for tagging me, @hazelkjt!

I tagged some folks on my main already, so I won't drop a bunch of names here. If anyone is interested in trying this out (It's fun!), check out the instructions below ⸺

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

[positivexcellence]

Interview: Jared Padalecki on the ‘Walker’ Finale, What He Learned as an Executive Producer, and More

We got the chance to talk to Jared all about the Walker finale, what it was like being buried in episode 12, what he’s learned as a producer, and more.

Nerds & Beyond: Episode 11 was one of my favorite episodes, it was just incredible. What was it like having Genevieve [Padalecki] and Matt [Barr] back for that episode? Can you talk more about it?

Jared Padalecki: I mean, selfishly as Jared, I was thrilled to have Matt back. I adore Matt Barr, I love him with all my heart. It was so great to have him in Austin. Again, selfishly as Jared, I was happy to have Gen there and we brought our kids to set and they got to hold the markers and clap us onto a scene, which was really awesome.

Then selfishly as Cordell Walker, or as an actor, I got to do some weird, cool stuff that not a lot of projects give you the opportunity to explore. Damn, I mean, I’m kind of feeling this way right now… if I could go back and redo it… like if this never happened, how would I do it? How would I feel? What would it be? Would it be closure? Would it be even worse? Would it be just a further tease? There were a lot of storylines that I got to tell within that one episode. I felt really grateful for Anna [Fricke] and for our run on TV to be able to do. So, all around, I was just really excited to go play in that playground.

Nerds & Beyond: Then in episode 12, we see Cordell get saved by the team after being buried alive. What was that process like?

Jared: You know what’s funny, is that on Walker, I’ve done a lot of great, fun, kind of random or strange stunt sequences, like driving a truck full speed up a parking garage, and being in fight sequences in strange areas. There have always been these things like racing horses with Dave Annable around the barn… there have been times where it’s like, “Okay, well, there’s probably some danger here,” and they’re gonna come and say like, “Hey, do you feel comfortable? We’re gonna be here. Just say if it doesn’t work for you.”

That scene specifically was probably the most they’ve ever come up to me and been like, “Hey, sorry, we’ll have a straw for you. You can breathe. We’ll do this, we’ll do that.” They were really concerned. I am not claustrophobic, thank God. So, I didn’t have some of the concerns that a lot of the other producers, stunt coordinators, and safety coordinators did. I was like, “This kind of sounds cool, this is gonna look fucking cool.”

I actually talked to [Jensen] Ackles, because he had done “Lazarus Rising”, the premiere of season four [of Supernatural], where he was buried in a similar situation, and got his two cents on it. And I was like, “I’m kind of excited.” To have an episode like 411, you can’t just all of a sudden [go], “Oh, Cordell is back, here we go.” There needs to be some drama. There needs to be some cool stuff. It was one of the few things that I don’t think I’ve ever done before. I’ve done plenty of stuff in my career, but I don’t think I’ve been buried alive. And so I was like, “Cool, let’s go ahead and get this Boy Scouts badge.”

For the buried alive part, they dug a grave and they first buried me up to my shoulders. Coby [Bell] was having some back issues, he had been on a flight and he had just kind of tweaked his back. We’re like, “Well, Jeff Pierre’s here, so guess what, Jeff? You’re carrying Padalecki.” I’m 205-210 pounds, and that’s not an easy way to pull somebody out of a grave, there’s no leverage. But Jeff Pierre is a king among men. And, he’s like, “Alright, I got him.” So between Jeff and Coby, they lifted me out and wiped the dirt and blood off my face. That was exciting.

What I enjoyed less, was spending all day in that makeup because then we had the sequence where Captain James walked Cordell over to Cassie and Trey, and so I kinda just stayed in that makeup and outfit for twelve hours. The actual doing of the acting was amazing, but trying to go to lunch with all that stuff on your face… you don’t want to wash it off, it’ll take an hour back on. So it’s just sort of like, I want to scratch my face, I’m sweaty and hot and nasty. But all in all, I knew it was gonna be something that, until the day I die, I’ll be proud to have been a part of. So, you kind of grin and bear it.

Nerds & Beyond: That sounds intense, though!

Jared: It was yeah, it was, in a great way. It looked intense.

Nerds & Beyond: When you got the official call that Walker would no longer continue, what was that call like?

Jared: I did have some version of a heads up, but it still was like we didn’t believe it or understand it. The heads up was obvious when they put out their upfront list of shows they were intending for the ’24-’25 season, and we weren’t listed. You didn’t have to be a producer on the show to go like, “Well, this is strange.” There were obvious hints and clues both publicly and privately that kind of leaned toward, “This doesn’t look good.”

But the strange thing is that’s been my life, that’s been my career. Gilmore Girls was on the bubble for many years. Supernatural was on the bubble for many years. And the season three, season four, kind of world that TV shows live on, it’s like, well, if you do five or six, you can probably do twenty-five or twenty-six. But you’ve got to get to five or six. We all just kind of were like, “Well, let’s look at the numbers.” And, the show would air, it would be the most watched show on CW, and we’d be like, “Okay, cool. Brad Schwartz said if the performance maintained, then we’re gonna go again. Well, we’re maintaining, we’re still the most-watched show on the network.” We were worried privately, but then we were like, “Well, shoot, we’re fulfilling our obligation. Why would they possibly not pick us up?”

It’s really funny, I find myself talking about the show [and] I’m having a tough time saying canceled. I’m kind of saying, just, we weren’t picked up for season five, which I guess is one and the same. I’m finding it a bit easier to just say we weren’t picked up instead of saying we were canceled. Just semantics.

I didn’t find out officially until probably an hour before I made that post. So, I legit didn’t know officially until… I’ve learned in this industry until it’s official, it’s not official. We always joke as actors, It’s like, you get a job, and they’re like, “Well, how do you feel? Are you excited?” You’re like, “Well, yeah… I’ll be excited when I get my first paycheck.” When they aired me on television, I was the third or fourth Dean on Gilmore Girls. So, you shoot the show, you get your paycheck and then they recast and they shoot again, they get their paycheck, then they recast again, you get your paycheck. So you never really know, you kind of live in this limbo of like, “Well, is it gonna air? Am I going to be on more?” I finished the episode and I got the paycheck, but it hasn’t aired yet, so they can still recast me. It happens more often than I think people realize.

I maintained hope and to this day, sitting at the Side Step with John Patterson today, I still have this weird hope in my head. Like you know Wednesday [the day of the finale] is gonna happen, and they’re gonna realize how amazing the show is, how little they pay for it, and how high the quality is, and they’re gonna come to their senses. The way my day worked out, I think it was May 22 or 21, whatever that day was I made that post, I got a call from David Stapf at CBS and he gave it to me straight. He’s like, “Hey, man. Here’s the deal. Walker’s not gonna go season five.” I was sort of like, “Okay, thank you for calling me.” By the way, somebody like David Stapf doesn’t need to call me, his assistant can call me, he can send me an email, they can post it on his own through CBS channels. But he gave me the quality character move to go, like, “I want to call Jared. I don’t want it to be announced until I talk to Jared and ask him how he wants to announce it.” Then he said to me, “Hey, if you want to talk to Brad, he’d love to talk to you as well.” I was like, “Okay, of course. Yeah.” Brad and I have worked together for a year, and, you know, I was still super confused. I���m super confused now. So I was sort of like, “Okay, I don’t know what to say. My head’s kind of spinning, I leave in three days for Europe for a month. But yeah, I’ll absolutely talk to Brad.” So then David and I hung up, and it was a great conversation. I mean, he was very flattering of the show and the family we have and sort of himself seemingly kind of confused about the way it was all going down and the linear TV world that we live in. But he was like, “This is where we kind of sit,” and I just was extremely grateful for the conversation.

I called Brad and Brad kind of said the same. Brad reiterated, “Hey, dude, you know, you’ve been on CW since its inception. We’ll follow your lead here. Do you want to announce it yourself? Do you want us to announce it? Do you want to avoid it entirely, or do you want to be a part of it? We’ll go with your gut.” And my gut was, I have a great relationship with the fandom, to use a generic term, and I was like, “I actually would love to be the one that kind of says it.” So they obliged and I scrambled together a quick post, just being as honest as possible, and sent it out there. There was zero time between finding out and announcing it. It took me half an hour or whatever to try and figure out how to try and communicate how grateful I was, and how much love I had for everybody before sending it out, but it was a quick turnaround.

Nerds & Beyond: The finale has moments that seemed to leave the characters in a good space. Was that a conscious choice to sort of wrap things up on the off chance there wouldn’t be another season?

Jared: 100%. We talked, because at the time when we were shooting 12-13 which we cross-boarded, we didn’t know if we were picked up or not. We kind of assumed we were judging by the numbers and what we had heard from the network prior about if the numbers remained, and they did. It didn’t feel like it was something you could appropriately wrap up in an episode anyway. Like, we didn’t want to deliver a bad episode just for the sake of ‘wrapping up a storyline’. So I think what we wanted, not just if there would have been seasons five through fifteen, but if there would have been season four and done, was this idea that all the characters still had hope. I mean, it’s difficult to wrap up a TV show, right? You can do the whole they’re at a diner or you can do the whole ‘everybody dies’, but neither felt appropriate for Walker and the cast of characters. So, we kind of talked about what is something that if we end here, we’re happy with, but if we carry on, it’s seamless to go forward. And everybody, every character has something that we want to watch. So we left it there and there were back and forths. There were conversations, obviously, but ultimately, it came down to every character has something in their life that they can look forward to. They also have problems and that’s life, you have problems and you have opportunities, but I’m very happy with the finale.

Nerds & Beyond: How do you feel about Cordell’s decision to take a leave of absence and take his family on vacation?

Jared: I think it’s been a long time coming. I think it’s a great statement on mental health and work-life balance, and it’s something that I’m kind of in the process of thinking about myself right now. Twenty-four years in the industry and nineteen years as number one on the call sheet, it takes a lot out of you and you sacrifice time with your kids, with your spouse, with your friends, with yourself. And I think it can at times not only be beneficial, but it can be necessary. So, I was proud of Cordell for making that decision, and I was excited to see how he came back after he had some time, but that’ll live in our imaginations, I suppose.

Nerds & Beyond: Cordell has made such incredible character growth from the first season to now. What has been your favorite part of getting to play him over the last four seasons?

Jared: What I really loved about Walker, and Cordell specifically, is that we got to see somebody who was flawed and who made mistakes and was humble, who tried. Sometimes he was a little slow to learn, but ultimately he tried to learn, he was eager to learn, eager to humble himself and be humbled around people he loved and trusted. So, that was a good reminder in my own personal life of like, “Hey, when someone says something a thousand times, maybe just listen, give it a shot. Why not?” You know, life happens… and it’s about what to do, what we can do better, what others can do better, how to ask, how to accept help. And so Walker remained as open-minded as a flawed human being could remain. I really appreciated that.

Nerds & Beyond: Do you have a favorite memory or moment from this last season?

Jared: Gen and I, during the ceremony/funeral scene in 411, had our kids there. Just the way it worked out, they hadn’t been able to be there a lot even though ironically, it was shot in Austin. But we shoot during the school year so they’re in school, or even season one, it was the COVID protocol. So if you weren’t vaccinated and didn’t have a mask in season one, it would have been that they’re twenty feet away in a mask, swabs up their nose, and wouldn’t have been a great experience anyways. So by the time 411 came and Anna [Fricke] was there directing and you know, she created the characters in the show, that was really special.

I think the speech that Cordell gives at August’s graduation was one of those moments… we’re at Storm Ranch, hadn’t been there all season, and the majority of the cast was there, and we got to hang out and laugh. It was this beautiful night in Austin, Texas. It was just one of those feelings… I had that feeling every time we shot a dinner table scene or breakfast scene where when we got everybody on set… it was just a great time and we did work I’m really proud of. It was just great to see everybody’s face and everyone working together cohesively, so I think those two, just offhand, stuck out to me the most.

Nerds & Beyond: After the news of the cancellation, were you able to take anything from the set?

Jared: Yeah, I took some of the clothes that meant something to me and a four-season show, several changes a day, there were racks and racks and racks of clothing. I went back to certain things that really are kind of like hallmarks for me. I have Duke’s outfit, I have his Texas Rangers hat, I have that blue suit I wore with Twyla, I have a few things that really just meant a lot to me wardrobe-wise. I have my boots, I have a couple of cowboy hats, and set-wise I have the Texas mug from the Side Step and I grabbed the pool cue from the Side Step. I was laughing, in season one or two, I brought my own pool cue from home to use in the show, and then I think I went home and forgot that I’d taken it, so I was like, “I donated one so now I’m just taking it back.” I have a few little knickknacks that are special to me. One of the things that I received as a gift was my Ranger belt. I wore it all the time and it was both the bane of my existence because they’re not super comfortable, but also just something really special. That will sit on my desk in my office forever. I also have my Ranger parking Cordell Walker little emblem that I’ll put somewhere in my garage.

Nerds & Beyond: Walker was your first Executive Producer gig. Is that something you want to continue with further?

Jared: That’s kind of all I’m interested in. Acting is fun and can be fun at times, but I love the nuts and bolts of it, of trying to figure out several characters, how it all works together, how it all affects each other. I would happily just EP forever. I think acting is a bit more of a commitment. Again, I don’t not enjoy it. It’s fun, I love it, but I like exploring scenes. I love trying to go through different iterations of characters or their motivations, figuring out why they would make the decisions they make.

I would love to keep developing. You know, if a role comes up that makes sense, and it’s exciting or it’s somebody I want to work with, or a project I’m excited about, or a director I’ve never worked with that I want to then, yeah, call me up and I’ll see if Gen doesn’t mind watching the kids for a couple of weeks, or a couple months. But in the meantime, I like reading a book more than telling people what book I read, if that makes sense.

Nerds & Beyond: Everyone I’ve talked to about Walker has said that it has an exceptional set atmosphere. A lot of people attribute that atmosphere to you, as well. Why was it so important to foster that kind of environment where there’s a real work-life balance?

Jared: That’s the intense loss I feel. As much as I love Walker, the character, and Walker, the show, I feel a deep loss about what happened that didn’t make it to a television screen. The relationships that were built and fostered, the work atmosphere… I think over many years and almost 500 episodes of television, I’ve seen firsthand how a toxic atmosphere doesn’t save time. The more you yell, the more you gripe and bitch, and blame doesn’t mean that you’re gonna go faster and higher quality. Set people up for success, and hopefully, they set you up for success also. And then all of a sudden a day that could be twelve hours is nine hours. Like, “Wow… I’m home three hours earlier.”

I certainly cannot take credit for it. I mean, I’m sure I had a heavy vote in that arena. Kim Manners said something to Jensen Ackles and me many, many years ago. I think it was season one. In a True Kim Manners attitude, it was something like, pardon my French, “I spend more time with you fuckers than I do my wife, my kids, our dog, and my home. So if I’m not having a good time, why the fuck would I be here?” And it just made sense. No one’s holding a gun to our head telling us, “Hey, you better go act.” So if you’re not having a good time, then, “Hey, go find something and I wish you well. And if I’m not having a good time, then what am I doing here?” So I think we all reached that place on Walker.

I loved the Supernatural set, and I love it to this day and I hope we get to see each other again. The Walker set was just even more of a family. We’re all at home, we all went through horrible, horrible situations as far as people getting sick or in car accidents or pandemics or strikes, and everybody just felt like family.

Nerds & Beyond: You can tell just how much of a close-knit family you all were, so I can’t imagine how hard that loss is. I know it just finished airing and you’re not that far removed from it yet, but looking back, what are you going to take away from your experience on Walker?

Jared: It can be done. I think that’s going to be a message that sticks with me in all aspects of my life, til the day I die. It can be done. Surround yourself with good people and positivity. When you start thinking about like, “Oh, I’ll never be able to do this. Oh, this will never happen.” Walker was proof that it can be done. When you allow yourself to… I’d rather trust and have my heart broken than never trust and never fall in love. I trusted Walker and I fell in love and it was gone too soon. And it will be, to quote Jeff Buckley, “the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.” But, it can be done and it reignited my belief in people and storytelling. Best idea wins. Be honest and be humble. So to your point, I’m still fresh off and I haven’t yet really swallowed all my feelings and emotions enough to digest them, but just thrilled that we proved it could be done. And we’ll always know it.

Nerds & Beyond: Be proud of it, for sure. I love that there’s been a theme in the last few episodes about not being sad that it’s over, being glad that it happened.

Jared: Yeah. I’ll take that as well.

Nerds & Beyond: Fans have built an incredible community within the Walker family. Is there anything you’d love to say to them?

Jared: So many things I’d love to say. First and foremost, thanks for the trust. Thanks for the passion. I know that when Supernatural ended a lot of our Supernatural family trusted enough to kind of come give Walker a try. I feel like maybe after Supernatural ended many probably felt that it was gone too soon, but they trusted that life went on and came over and it’s really special. That’s where I find myself right now.

And so seeing their example, I’m just grateful. I’m just a guy who happens to act, and it’s an honor when someone’s interested in what you do creatively. Thank you, now and always.

Nerds and Beyond

[puppy-phum]

tag game ✨

thanks for tagging me zey @thasorns ♥ i teared up at your addition about me, that is so sweet :( i miss our dff talks too! idk what you're into these days but would love to talk about some show with you again :')

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1. why did you choose your url?

bc am obsessed with one (1) man who belongs to another amazing guy ♥ (been thinking about an url change lately tho bc i'd like to put last twilight and the hurt it caused behind me but haven't found something else to tie myself to yet. maybe we are and phumpeem if the ending delivers?)

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

not really. the only side blog i have is my og url vishcount saved for nostalgia purposes but there's nothing on that blog

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

started on this hellsite (affectionate) on the lord's year 2013 and it shows

4. do you have a queue tag?

i don't use the queue much so no. you will only catch me reblogging like ten posts in a row when am online/in the mood and then going back to lurking again

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? 

i was into a bunch of animes and tumblr was filled with amazing fanart. i wanted to be able to look at them in peace

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

to show who my url is about ♥ mork my beloved

7. why did you choose your header?

wanted it to fit the theme. also i adore the last twilight rooftop kiss, it's one of the brightest spots of the show

8. what’s your post with the most notes? 

most likely this the untamed edit from 2020. i was truly living my peak back then :'D tbh i feel like the whole of tumblr was living its peak when the untamed was airing and when we all lost it together for the longest time after

9. how many mutuals do you have?

way too many and i adore all of them, tho i probably forget or cannot recognize most of them. especially if you've changed your url/main fandom OR i have, we might not even know each other anymore haha

10. how many followers do you have?

more than i deserve and idk what all of you are even doing here but i like feeling like i'm part of some type of crowd ♥

11. how many people do you follow?

quite recently i unfollowed some inactive blogs and blogs about things i don't really care for anymore so my follow count is a nice number of 205

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

uh. i don't really know? do some posts from my finnish tumblr (suomitumppu) era count? :'D

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

am chronically online and i open this app like a fridge

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

no, not really. am not really one to share strong opinions, especially negative opinions, publicly online which i think is the cause of most arguments ppl have here. i'd rather just keep my peace and be nice

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts 

mostly i don't like doing things when am told to do them

16. do you like tag games?

yes! it always makes me happy to know that someone is thinking about me and i do find these a lot of fun to do ^^

17. do you like ask games?

also yes. i just don't often reblog those bc i don't really have a lot of interactions on this site. if i find an ask game with very interesting questions, i might forward it to kiddo @i-am-just-a-kiddo and we do it together privately to enjoy it like that ♥

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

the first one that comes to mind is hanyi @ruanbaijie who i think deserves all the recognition for her absolutely amazing giffing skills ♥ she's also the sweetest so idk what's not to follow, make her even more famous if you can!

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

nope. idk if i function like that tbh. i have some huge friend crushes tho and want to be closer with some ppl a lot! not mentioning names bc am shy haha

but i want to say that monica @stormyoceans is very important to me these days. she brightens up my days and makes my whole fandom experience so much better by simply being her enthusiastic and authentic self ♥ never change!

and also jessi @oswlld who i still cannot believe is someone i can call my friend and bestie on this site. i am so happy we've gotten to share bad buddy, vice versa, and last twilight together! also happy to hear about your life at times and to just share silly things with you ♥

third one i want to mention is shannen @icouldhyperfixatehim who always manages to stand out in a positive way. we don't interact much but i cannot help but feel very giddy about their presence on my dash. they leave the best tags and every time they reblog any of my edits with their tags, they manage to make me feel like i've made it and my edit was worth the effort :'D so thank you!

20. tags?

want to tag at least @psychic-waffles @foxofninetales @hils79 @sherrymagic @srnileforme and @thitiponqs ♥ also the ones i mentioned before are free to join and anyone else who wants to do this!

[pikaflute]

do u have some headcanons to share of superball and chuckles? also what do u think it was like when they worked together pre-104

[VERY NORMAL] i love suit men. im focusing on chuckles btw because if i start talking about superball headcanons i will be here until the heat death of the universe

i feel like post 104 chuckles gets into gardening. like there's crises at the white house and everything has gone to shit and he's like damn. i need some better acidic soil for these flowers

he should incorporate the bear theming into more things. tie, shirt, socks, boxers, like let him have some fun for once. cue superball going over his house and seeing all the teddy bears and going oh so this is a thing you have.

also i guess post 104 he doesnt work at the white house anymore and the mob is like gone and he's not in hell in 205 so where would he work. funniest answer: a different gang.

do you think chuckles ever babysat for superball. i think he probably did. he was like, you owe me but he enjoyed himself so its fine

seems like a tennis type of guy. asked superball to play with him but he was really competitive and aggressive and superball is like sir. with all due respect. i would rather die. thanks.

no wife or kids. he's single ladies. and men.

[thinking about a guy in a suit with gloves fighting someone] i think i hauve covid. but really i think he's a capable fighter. im saying this because i want him to train superball for a bit (because you know, door guarding can be dangerous) and he wrestles superball around and superball is like. uh. am i gay.

tbh every time i think of chuckles and superball's relationship i think of those scenes in yakuza where one guy lights another guy's cigarette cause of the power dynamic. i think about it like this because of the implication.

sorry wait funnier: chuckles and superball are just charles and a klokateer. superball just doesn't die at the end of each work day

chuckles is older and taller. superball its okay i support your 5'4 ass <3

remembering that chuckles was just like. a criminal in 103. imagining him still working at the white house and leaving to do like mob stuff and superball is like ? sir? what are you doing. and chuckles just lies about having to do something for the president and superball is like wow...he's so cool....

why couldnt superball be in the mob btw. i think it wouldve been [everyone shakes their head at me] nevermind

i also think they should make out. who said that. a ghost maybe

[thinking] HE REBOUNDED FROM A CRIMINAL TO A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR? playing both sides so he comes out on the bottom (not the top)

[jacky-rubou]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

thank you @septic-dr-schneep for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 public works, 48 if you count anonymous

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

486,495

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gravity Falls, which is the only one I really write for. Any other fandoms I have are either from previous fandoms or crossovers with Gravity Falls lmao

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. A Hug For Those Who Need It with 205 kudos (first fic to hit 200, woot woot) 2. The Trouble With Sweaters with 190 kudos 3. Sometimes All It Takes Is A Sleepover with 132 kudos 4. He Signs I Love You with 125 kudos 5. In The Dark with 112 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to at least give them a single sentence of gratitude, if not an author's cut of why I did what they liked. Sometimes just a heart if their comment doesn't have much to respond to. or a winky face if I'm being coy lol. I just like to let my readers know that I appreciate the comments and that they're not commenting into a void lol.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

that is so hard because almost all my fics are angsty in some way haha. but i guess there are some with bittersweet endings that aren't as crushing as others, so I'll go with Sacrifices Must Be Made (major gore warning), The Things You Can't Live Without, The Twist of the Knife That is Fate, and Lost in Loving Memory (suicide and self harm warning) all with major character death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

define 'Happiest'. i got some hopeful endings after soul crushing angst like Not So Different (And We're Dying For It) (suicide attempt warning) and Barely Living (And All It Takes Are Some Pills but idk.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

occasionally. mostly just peeps upset at pacing or my weird choices. i haven't gotten a lot. if i do, i delete it right away usually.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

haha no. (no shame on anyone who does but... that's not my style)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written a fair bunch. I think the wildest one was a Courage The Cowardly Dog and Undertale fic I abandoned on ffnet.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no idea if I have and hopefully i haven't. anyone who notices someone stealing a fic of mine please let me know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

if i have, they haven't asked or told me about it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope and the idea terrifies me. though if helping with ideas counts, i have had someone help me with one of my fics in a more 'major' way but i don't want to talk about them further for personal reasons.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

right now, i like fiddauthor.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

there's a wip i made a few months ago inspired by a small angsty comic about ford's ptsd being triggered by water guns and almost shooting his family with a real gun i saw but i lost interest pretty quick when i didn't know where the hell to go with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

emotions. i have made many a reader cry and i love that about my writing. and I think I have a good grasp on world-building.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably my bias towards specific characters blinding me to implications. specifically Ford.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fine. I don't do it because I fear writing something wrong. Also I don't really write with characters that would know other languages (except for Stan I guess but I don't get very much opportunity to add it where it makes sense haha)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

regrettably, the transphobic wizard franchise mixed with Sonic the Hedgehog for some godforsaken reason. never posted it anywhere though, thank god. just something i handwrote as a kid. for first ones I've actually posted, see the courage the cowardly dog and undertale fic on ffnet i mentioned earlier.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

ARRRGGGGHHHH SO HARD TO CHOOOSE!!!

A few I love from myself are my suicide!ford duology (soon to be trilogy, shhhh), my paralysis!ford trilogy, my blind!ford duology, and Dead On Arrival

anyway, tagging @ferretwhomst and @thereareeyesinsidethetrees

[tbnrpotato]

Our Own Choices

Chapter 15

Warnings: Violence, swearing, possibly blood

When we all return to the Marauder, Tech takes a look at the lightsaber wound on my arm, applying some cooling burn cream and injecting some sort of medicine into the wound, before bandaging it up.

"Thanks," I sigh as the cream numbs the burning feeling.

"You do not need to thank me. It is standard protocol that wounds are tended to after a mission," Tech replies without even looking at me, typing away at his datapad, before heading to the pilot's seat.

I sit at the back seat with Echo, Tech and Wrecker had them installed when we went for a quick supply run shortly after I joined them. 

Gonky waddles over to me from the back, making some "gonk" sounds, which I understand as "Is your arm okay?" I smile and pat Gonky on the head. "I'm fine."

He seems to enjoy the gesture as he nudges me a little with his metal body. I take off my helmet and pat Gonky on the head again, breathing in the scent of the ship as I lean back in my chair. I can never get sick of the smell. The familiarity of Echo's scent, that minty one from Crosshair, the dirt from Hunter because he always sniffs it like it's cocaine, gunpowder for Wrecker, and Tech smells like the 501st barracks if the air was sour. Hunter says I smell like chlorine. I love the smell, it feels so welcoming, almost like the 501st, but in a different way.

I put my helmet back on as I remember that I'm supposed to act like a "good soldier" who "follows orders" to gain Crosshair's trust and maybe help him remove his chip like how Fives did.

I sigh as we take off for Kamino. If order 66 was issued, most Jedi would be dead by now.

Even General Skywalker.

At least Commander Tano left the order, so she should be safe.

How's Rex? Will he be back on Kamino? Is he okay? Should I comm him?

Echo puts a hand on my shoulder, noticing my worry. As much as I try to hide it, he's known me long enough to notice the little habits I do when I'm worried.

"Ad'ika, everything's going to okay," he says, looking at me with a slight smile.

"I'm just worried about Rex. Maybe I should comm him-"

"You can do it when we get back to Kamino."

I sigh at the mention of our home planet. I never wanted to go back there. Never wanted to go back to the white, sterile prison I escaped from just before the war started. But hey, it's not like I have much of a choice.

I keep my helmet on throughout the journey. It's more comfortable, really. No one gets to see my face in case I commit a war crime or something. Crosshair and Hunter fall asleep on their seats while I turn on the music from my datapad and connect it to the earpiece in my helmet, listening to Avicii music.

After a few hours of finding a bunch of music to listen to, I hear Tech say, "We are coming up on Kamino." 

I switch off the music, still keeping my helmet on.

"It's good to be home. How long has it been?" Wrecker asks.

Not good to be home. And 180 rotations based on their schedule. 

"180 rotations in a standard cycle, but galactic zone changes but the adjusted figure at around 205."

Oh. Damn.

"Wut?" Wrecker asks.

Are you that stupid?

Echo sighs. "A long time." He sounds so fed up, rolling his eyes when Wrecker agrees.

I sit behind Hunter and Crosshair, listening in on every conversation. I notice Crosshair turning to look at Hunter, who responds, eyes closed, with a "What?"

"You sure that Padawan died when he fell?"

"Sure I'm sure. Why?" Hunter opens his eyes as he talks.

"Well, usually when someone falls you look down, not across."

"Well some of us don't like to watch," Hunter replies as he stands up and walks to where Echo, Tech and Wrecker are. Crosshair and I remain at the back, I silently observe as he crosses his arms. 

I hear thunder crashing from outside the ship, and it shakes me to my core. Only Kamino thunder sounds like that. I remember hiding in my bunk every night, trying to drown out the sounds of waves crashing against the supports. My squadmates laughing at me for being a coward, saying it was because I was defective.

One of the days the storms were much worse than usual. The thunder too loud for my liking, I could almost feel the waves reaching to the platform. I was sneaking out of my barracks, when I saw 99 carrying blasters to the weapon storage area.

"Hey Aris," he called out when he noticed me. "What're you doing still up?"

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted. "Thunder was too loud."

99 puts the blasters he was carrying to the side and puts his arm around my shoulder, guiding me into the barracks where the rest of my sleeping squadmates are.

"Cmon kid, let's get you to bed."

I climb into my bunk as another crash of thunder startles me, and I curl up into a ball in my bunk.

"Everything's going to be okay kid. Just relax and think of something else," 99 says as he puts the blanket over me, tucking me into bed. I smile up at him. "Thanks 99."

He gives me a short nod, his half-smile making the wrinkles on his face even more pronounced as he walks out.

That night I had the best sleep of my life.

And now 99's dead. And I'm all grown up. I sigh as I push the urge to cry down and focus on the present.

"Unidentified transport, transmit your clearance code," A voice from the front of the ship says.

"Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?" Echo asks.

"Must be a protocol drill," Tech replies. "Transmitting clearance code."

"Authorization confirmed. Proceed to landing bay one-tac-one."

Tech pilots the ship into the landing bay. The door of the ship opens and Hunter and Tech walk out first, with me following behind them. If I'm in the middle, hopefully no one will notice the new addition to the squad. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair walk out behind me, all of their helmets off except me and Crosshair's.

Clones patrol the landing bay, and I spot the familiar crimson armor of the Coruscant Guard troopers. I scoff at the sight.

Fucking Coruscant Guard. Murdered a good soldier who just tried to do his duty. I would kill them any day.

"Shock troopers? What's the Coruscant Guard doing here?" Hunter's voice interrupts my silent trash talking of the Coruscant Guard. 

Oh. Right. Forgot they were supposed to be on Coruscant.

"Level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams, report to the command center." A voice on the speakers says.

Lockdown? For what? Kamino doesn't look like it's in any danger.

"This isn't a drill," Tech observes.

How perceptive.

"Aw man. What did we miss now?" Wrecker sounds disappointed.

"The end of the war," a random shock trooper answers. 

"Say that again, trooper?" Hunter asks.

"General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over."

"Just like I said," Tech says. 

Of course. He's usually right.

Wrecker gasps dramatically. "It is just like you said."

I roll my eyes at Wrecker's comment as I watch troopers carry a body laid out on a stretcher covered by a piece of cloth.

A body? On Kamino? No battles happened recently...

A lightsaber falls out from under the cloth and onto the floor.

A Jedi.

So I was right. Most of the Jedi are dead.

The shock trooper picks the lightsaber up from the floor as the rest of the batch look at each other with a look that says, "something's not right".

"Is there a problem?" The shock trooper asks.

"No...problem. We'll just head to our barracks then," Hunter says, looking back at the rest of us for a moment before walking off, with the rest of us following.

"Best hurry. There's a mandatory general assembly at 1500," the shock trooper says.

We walk through the sterile, almost blinding white hallways of Kamino. I instinctively stay close to Echo, not to the point of looking like a clingy child, but still within half a meter radius of him.

Echo looks back at me. "You okay?"

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Yeah. I just...never thought I'd find myself back here. Again." It's my way of saying, "I don't want to be back here. I'm so scared." 

Echo gives me a short nod, which is his way of saying, "Everything's going to be okay" in public. We pass rows of troopers marching towards somewhere, in an almost robotic way.

"It's not just the clones on Kaller," Hunter says. "All the regs are acting strange." Tech looks around. "Let's test that theory." He proceeds to walk up to a random clone and asks, "Excuse me, trooper. What division are you from?"

Obviously annoyed, the clone elbows him in the side with his blaster. "Step aside."

"Oh, well they seem the same to me."

"I'm not surprised. I'd be annoyed too," I speak up, trying to lighten the mood. No one replies.

We reach their barracks and the moment the door opens, I'm greeted with the scent of oil, rotting food, and sweat. I scrunch up my nose under my helmet.

Tech walks in first, then Wrecker, who exclaims how it's good to be back while setting his helmet on a crate.

"The smell's getting worse," Echo comments.

"You're still new. You'll get used to it," Hunter reassures him, patting him on the shoulder. Crosshair pushes past the both of them. "Speak for yourself."

I hesitantly walk into the barracks, the smell gets stronger when I enter. I look around, observing my surroundings. It's quite messy, Tech has a bunch of random parts scattered on the table, Echo has a hammock at the side, and Crosshair's bunk has crates in front of it to block people from entering it.

This is the first time I'm entering their barracks. The last time they went back to Kamino I refused to go, and they went to pick me up in a few days. Those few days were the best of my life.

Crosshair goes to sit on the crates blocking his bunk while the rest of them go to sit at the table in the middle of the room. Wrecker marks the board for the number of missions we completed.

Still keeping my helmet on by instinct, I walk over to Crosshair, who's currently chewing on a toothpick, helmet off.

"Um. Can I have one?" I awkwardly gesture to the toothpick in his mouth.

"No," he replies. "Go away."

"Look we need to get you to the medbay right now or as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Because there's an inhibitor chip in your head which basically makes you follow orders blindly and it's working for all the other clones except us but it's working for you and-"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not you carried out Order 66 and-"

"Shut up," he says in a dangerously low tone. My temper starts to flare up.

"Make me."

Crosshair stands up from the crates and cracks his knuckles, ready to draw his knife if things escalate. I draw my knife and get into a fighting stance.

"Woah woah woah. Easy," Hunter says as he pushes us apart. I glare at Crosshair, and he glares back. Not breaking eye contact, I sheathe my knife and shove Crosshair over just for good measure before heading over to sit next to Echo. 

"11 more successful missions," Wrecker says with a grin. "Like there was any doubt." He goes to sit on his bunk, picking up his tooka doll.

"Kaller wasn't a win," Echo says. 

"Says who? We completed our objective."

"Not every objective," Crosshair speaks up, picking up his rifle and examining it. I draw my sword from my back and start sharpening it absentmindedly, just needing something to do with my hands. 

"Hunter let that Jedi kid escape. Or do you want to keep lying to us?"

Hunter stands up and looks out the window. "I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective."

Crosshair stands up from his position on the crates. 

"An order is an order."

"Since when?"

They glare at each other for a moment before Echo breaks the tension. "None of this makes sense. Those clones served alongside General Bilaba for years. How could they turn on her like that?!"

"Because of the regs' programming," Tech speaks up.

"What programming?" Hunter breaks his death stare at Crosshair to ask.

"It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones-"

"To engineer them to follow orders without question," I finish. Tech glares at me like I just committed a horrible war crime.

"Ha! We sure don't!" Wrecker shouts, assaulting Crosshair with his tooka doll.

"Obviously we are different. They manipulated pre-existing aberrations in our DNA resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills..." Lucky son of a bitch. "...Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind. My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming. Though I can't be 100% certain of it.

"Well Crosshair isn't and he's in fucking denial," I say with a sarcastic smile underneath my helmet. Crosshair is walking over to probably punch me in the face when Echo gives him a glare which makes him back off. He knows how protective my ori'vod can be. 

"What about Echo? He was a reg before he joined us. And Aris," Hunter asks.

"Well see guys Echo was probably damaged on Skako Minor because look at him right now no offence ori'vod, and since I'm an actual defect they probably didn't even bother I mean they were gonna terminate me anyways," I laugh under my helmet. Echo pats my shoulder. "Good thing they didn't then."

"All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic," a voice says over the speakers.

"This is one meeting I don't want to miss," Hunter says, walking to the door.

"First time for everything," Tech comments as we all head to the staging area. Troopers stand in neat rows, helmets on as they stare up at the holotransmission of a hooded figure, they look almost robotic. The thought of their individuality...Fives and Echo's chaotic nature, Hardcase's constant urge to shoot something, Uncle Wolffe's sarcasm, Rex's parental instincts, all gone...it gives me chills. I'm hardly paying attention until I hear the word "Jedi".

"...And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!" The hooded figure says. "The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed."

"You can say that again," Wrecker says. I almost burst out laughing.  

"But I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger! In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE! For a safe and secure society."

Galactic Empire????? Man the Republic sounded so much better though-

Everyone starts cheering, except me and the batch. What's so exciting about Jedi getting killed? Right. Must be the inhibitor chip.

I look around to try and find any 501st members. None here. I'll comm Rex later. Right now, I need to focus on getting Crosshair's chip out.

I sigh as I glance at Echo, who looks equally confused as me.

"Ori'vod?" I turn to Echo.

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you in the barracks later. It's about Fives."

He lets out a sigh. "Okay vod'ika." 

a/n: IM BACK IN THE HOUSE BOISSSSSSS

[capobegone]

Can you do headcanons of Kiriya Ubuyashiki and his grandkids???

Hello anon!! I would love to! I’ve thought about this a couple times in the past, I hope that Kiriya had a wonderful life after the events of canon. As for headcanons:

-He lives with his sisters in a much more humble estate after their previous home was destroyed. Because it’s no longer being used as a headquarters, there really is no need to live in a mansion, so they settle down in a nice house close to the Butterfly Estate.

-Kiriya is an academic through and through, just like his father. He spends much of his young adult years recording as much as he can possibly remember of his family history to make up for what was lost in the explosion.

-After becoming Oyakata-sama, Kiriya saw visions of his father telling him to trust in Nezuko. He still sees them to this day, as is common for the Ubuyashiki heads.

-Every once and awhile, he’ll be laughing with his sisters or wife only to look up and see his mom or dad watching fondly in the corner :’) <3

-He remained in touch with Yushiro after it all. They have not seen each other in person since Kiriya was a young man in his twenties, but they regularly exchange letters. Kiriya is very hopeful that Tamayo will be reincarnated soon so that Yushiro may finally find peace.

As for his grandkids:

Our boy Kiriya is the oldest man in Japan in chapter 205 of the manga. Assuming that it takes place 100 years after Muzan’s death, placing it in the modern era, Kiriya would be ~108. A manga extra tells us that on the night he turned 30, he was convinced that he would die of the curse. He stayed up with his wife, sisters, and children, expecting to pass away that night, but he lived and was overcome with emotion. This means he had kids by 30, and most likely grandkids by 50. By the time he is 108, he probably has great and great-great grandkids.

Headcanons:

-One of his grandsons moved to America in the 1970s with one of the Rengoku boys (their families remained very close after the war on demons). They attended college there together and remained very close, and there is now an American branch of the Ubuyashiki and Rengoku families. They come to visit every now and then, and are very excited to see their extended family.

-One of his granddaughters has a very successful career as a musician. They say that her voice has the power to move the masses.

-Kiriya’s grandkids all adore him. For the most part, they think of the war on demons as a tall tale their grandfather spun when they were young, but he doesn’t mind it that way. It proves that nature has finally heals, and he has the truth recorded in records anyway should it ever be needed.

-Kiriya burst into tears the first time he held his great-grandson, who stared up at him in wonder rather than crying. As he grew into a young man, his personality remained gentle and empathetic, but there is a strange wisdom to him that reaches beyond his years. Each time Kiriya sees him, he is overcome by the similarity between his bright young descendent and his own late father. He secretly wonders if his father’s spirit has been reincarnated.

-Kiriya named his first daughter after his mother, and when she had daughters of her own, they were given the names Hinaki and Nichika.

Anyway that’s what I’ve got!! Thanks for the opportunity to talk about the Ubuyashiki family, I love them dearly. And sorry for the late response!! I take a bit to get around to answering asks but I truly do enjoy it so thank you for sliding into the inbox :D

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 224. brb x oc

a/n: uwu. also sorry for the cliffhanger. i miss angst (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: mentions of self doubt

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Beatrice was often updated by Shells and sometimes Jake sent Rooster a message, they were inside that night and it was good they were: it was pelting rain, like bullets hitting the roof and thunder shaking the skies.

She was sipping some water when she heard the crackle of lightning hit something outside, yelping and scaring the dogs in the process. Their daughter, amazingly, was still playing with her toys - she did jump in surprise but didn’t cry when it happened. She places a hand over her heart, “Jesus.”

“Fuckin’ crazy weather.” Rooster comments from behind her, peeking outside the window to check if anything was damaged while he messed with his phone, “Jake’s saying Evelyn is okay,  they are still waiting for everything to happen.” he pockets it and leans against the counter, “They think she’ll give birth either by midnight or close to the morning.”

“Hm.”

“You okay?”

She rubs her arms with a sigh, “Yeah.” she follows a raindrop that hits the window, the water going down,down,down until it disappeared from her view.

The rain continued to beat down on their home, the sound a constant reminder of the tempest outside. Beatrice couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl down her spine as the storm raged on. 

Rooster stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his warmth a comforting embrace. "You sure you're okay, Bea?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern before kissing her head.

Beatrice leaned into his touch, her worries momentarily forgotten. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his arms around her. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just...nervous, I guess. I know Ev will be okay,I think it’s everything…I was thinking about it.”

“Hmhm.”

“So it’s dumb.”

Rooster pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips warm and reassuring. "It’s not dumb,gorgeous. It’s anything but dumb. You worry and that’s one of your greatest qualities." he murmured. "You know you can tell me about it,right?"

“Yeah,I know…but I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

Rooster gently turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her cheeks as he looked into her eyes “Gorgeous, you are just perfect, you know that?”

Beatrice managed a small smile, her heart swelling with love for the man standing before her. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “Thanks Roos.”

“You are welcome, and you’ll never have to find out.” he says, “What else you wanna talk about?” Rooster brushed his thumb across her cheek, his touch tender and loving. She leaned against his touch, then sighed into his palm.

“I think…when I get better and the twins are home, i-if I’m able,I wanna…go back to pole dancing.”

He gently tilted her chin up so that their eyes met. "I think that's a fantastic idea," he said, his voice filled with encouragement. "You've always loved it, and you're so incredibly talented. It would be a shame not to do it again."

Beatrice felt a rush of gratitude for Rooster's words. She had taken a break from pole dancing during her pregnancy and when the twins happened, she couldn’t come back right away, but the desire to return to the art form had never truly left her.

"I miss it," she admitted, her voice soft. "It's not just about the physical aspect, although that's part of it. It's also about the freedom, the confidence it gives me. I feel like myself when I'm dancing." she pauses, “It…makes me feel really good.”

Rooster's eyes sparkled with understanding. He had witnessed the transformative power of pole dancing in Beatrice's life, how it had helped her overcome insecurities and find a deep sense of self-expression. He knew that it was more than just a hobby for her; it was a passion that had become an integral part of who she was.

"I've seen how much it means to you," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I know you'll find a way to make it work, especially with the twins and everything else. We'll figure it out together, just like we always do." he pecked her forehead, “Did you tell Shells about it yet?”

“Not really?” she shrugs, “I’m…just waiting a bit.” she leans back on his hold to press her forehead against his pectorals, “...everything is a lot,y’know.”

“I know.” he whispers, pressing his chin on top of her head, eyes looking towards the outside, to their garden “...I shouldn’t have watered the plants today.” his sudden and disappointed tone makes Beatrice sputter a laugh and eventually giggle against his shirt, ‘You know,I never cared about plants until you.”

Beatrice smiles against his chest, then inhales before pulling back, “You are a good dad,overall.” she grins, she’s still holding his hand when she steps back, “I’m going to take a shower,okay?”

“Alright.” he smirks, kissing her nose, “I’ll be here with Nikki.”

Beatrice smiled warmly at Rooster's words. "Thank you," she replied, her heart swelling with affection for both her husband and their daughter. With a final kiss on Rooster's cheek, she made her way upstairs, the familiar comfort of their home enveloping her as she ascended the staircase.

As she entered their bedroom, the soft, soothing colors of the walls and the gentle glow of the bedside lamps greeted her. It was a sanctuary, a place where they had shared countless moments of intimacy and love. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment every time she walked into this room.

Beatrice undressed slowly, the weight of her clothes and the physical reminders of the day melting away with each piece of fabric that fell to the floor. The reflection in the mirror revealed the changes her body had undergone during pregnancy, the stretch marks and the curves that had shifted to accommodate the growing life within her. It was a body that had been through so much, a body that had created and nurtured life…and yet she was hit by her self doubt the moment she saw it.

She groans, rubbing her temples with her fingers, clenching her eyes, “I’m past this.” she whispers, “I’m past this. I love myself,Rooster loves me. That’s all that matters.”

As she stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, she let the water wash over her, cleansing her body and soothing her soul. The steady rhythm of the water against her skin was like a gentle lullaby, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to simply be in the moment.

She sighed, sputtering some water that rolled into her mouth before wiping her eyes, turning her head towards the towel hanging close by,making sure to dry her eyes, “Well…let’s talk Beatrice.” she whispers to herself, “What is causing you anxiety now?” and she grimaced, she needed to be kinder to her mind, to her body. ‘...what was the reason this time?” she asks herself as she grabs the soap, “Let’s start slow,shall we?”

Beatrice's internal dialogue echoed in the confines of the bathroom as the water continued to cascade down, its warmth cocooning her. She lathered the soap between her hands, creating a fragrant foam that filled the air with a soothing scent. 

Her fingertips glided over her skin with gentle caresses, tracing patterns and curves as if rediscovering her own body. It was an act of mindfulness, a way to ground herself in the present moment and reconnect with the physical vessel that carried her through life.  

As her hands moved over her skin, Beatrice's thoughts began to unravel. She remembered the countless times she had compared herself to the airbrushed and perfected images that inundated social media and magazines. The unrealistic standards of beauty that had seeped into her psyche and fueled her insecurities.

She let out a deep breath, allowing the steamy air of the shower to envelop her. "It's the comparisons," she murmured to herself, finally recognizing the source of her anxiety. "Comparing myself to others, to those impossible ideals." she hadn’t been doing it that often, but it was in her mind, in the back, hidden behind a little door ready to come out when she least expects it.

What else?

She parts her lips, ‘...the twins.” she whispers, “The twins,they are still at the NICU and I know I shouldn’t be blaming myself, it’s not my fault.”

"The twins," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not my fault." Beatrice had to remind herself of this fact frequently. The premature birth of the twins had been unexpected, and no amount of guilt or self-blame could change the circumstances.

She closed her eyes, the water running over her face like tears. In the solitude of the bathroom, she allowed herself to feel the weight of her emotions. It was okay to acknowledge the fear, the worry, and the moments of doubt that had crept into her mind.

Beatrice's fingers traced absent patterns on the shower tiles as her thoughts drifted to the neonatal intensive care unit . It was a place that had become a part of her daily life, where she witnessed the fragility of life and the resilience of her tiny babies.

"I've seen them," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling slightly. "I've held them, touched their tiny fingers, and seen their chests rise and fall with every breath." Beatrice marveled at the strength of her premature infants, the way they fought to survive, and the love that had already formed between them.

Yet, there were moments when she couldn't help but wonder if her own body had failed them in some way. She had carried them for five months, nurtured them within her, and yet they had arrived prematurely, their entry into the world marked by medical interventions and uncertainty.

Beatrice knew, logically, that preterm birth could happen for a variety of reasons, many of which were beyond anyone's control. But logic didn't always quell the emotional turmoil that occasionally surfaced.

Tears mingled with the water as Beatrice let herself cry, the release of pent-up emotions a cathartic experience. She knew that it was okay to feel vulnerable, to confront her fears and doubts, and to seek solace in the loving support of her family. She slowly slid into a crouched position, hugged her knees and cried.

Cried,cried and cried more.

Beatrice remained crouched in the shower, the water now serving as a gentle backdrop to her quiet sobs. She allowed herself the catharsis of tears, the release of pent-up emotions that had weighed on her for too long. It wasn't weakness; it was simply a moment of vulnerability that she needed to embrace.

Alone.

After a while, as the tears began to subside, Beatrice took a deep breath and gently pushed herself up to her feet. She leaned against the shower wall for support, the echoes of her own emotions still reverberating through her. Her thoughts had taken her on an unexpected journey, touching on the insecurities that occasionally haunted her.

"The bar," she whispered, her voice still fragile. "The girls there." Beatrice's connection to The Hard Deck ran deep. It was more than just a place of work; it was a haven of friendship, camaraderie, and shared dreams. It was where she had met Rooster, where they had fallen in love, and where their journey together had truly begun.

She often found herself missing the atmosphere of the bar, the lively conversations with her friends, the people there. But she also knew that, for now, her priority was her family, especially her premature twins who needed her love and care.

Beatrice sighed, running a hand through her wet hair. "I worry about them too," she admitted, her voice steadier now. "I know I can't come back, but I just...I can't help it." Her heart ached with the longing to see her friends again, to share laughter and stories, and to enjoy being…there.

As she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, Beatrice couldn't shake the sense of longing that had resurfaced. She knew that the choice she had made to prioritize her family was the right one, but it didn't make the yearning for The Hard Deck any less real.

She stepped out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, where Rooster was waiting, a look of concern on his face. She stops by the bathroom door, ‘Oh. I–” 

“C’mere..”He opened his arms, and Beatrice walked into his embrace willingly. His strong arms wrapped around her, offering comfort and solace. "Hey," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "I heard you cryin’ in there,gorgeous.” she whimpers, moving her eyes slowly to his, “You keepin’ stuff from me?”

Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, her body seeking solace in his warmth and his presence. His concern for her well-being was palpable, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for his understanding.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. "I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just...sometimes it's hard to put into words."

Rooster tightened his hold on her, his fingers gently massaging her back as if trying to soothe away her worries. "You don't have to apologize, Bea," he said softly. "I know that you've been through a lot, and there are moments when it all becomes overwhelming. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in Beatrice's eyes again, this time not from sadness but from the depth of love she felt for the man who held her. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Roos."

Rooster pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "We're a team, remember? We face everything together."

Beatrice nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the lingering traces of her earlier sadness. "Yeah, we do," she agreed. "And I'm so grateful for that."

They stayed in each other's arms for a while, the world outside their bedroom fading into the background. It was a moment of connection, of shared vulnerability and reassurance. Beatrice realized that she didn't have to carry her burdens alone; she had a partner who was more than willing to share the load.

Eventually, as the minutes passed in comfortable silence, Rooster spoke up. "Bea, I know how much you miss The Hard Deck and everyone there," he began, his voice gentle. "And I also know that right now, our family needs you more than ever. But what if...what if we found a way to bring a piece of The Hard Deck to us? To remind you of the things you love about it."

Beatrice looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Rooster smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well," he said, "My birthday is coming up…maybe we can…talk to Penny. She can bring some stuff over to the house? Make it a bit more Hard Deck alike." he pauses, “I know you had your plans already, but we can add a bit more,right?”

Beatrice's eyes widened. It was a brilliant idea. "Roos, that sounds amazing," she exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I'd love that. It would mean so much to me."

Rooster's grin widened, clearly pleased with her response. "Consider it done, gorgeous," he replied. "I'll reach out to the gang and set something up. You deserve a little piece of The Hard Deck in your life right now."

Beatrice leaned in and kissed him, a kiss filled with gratitude and love. "You always know how to make things better," she whispered against his lips.

He chuckled. "That's what I'm here for, Bea," he said. 

“Mhm.” she whispers, ‘...is Nikki with you?”

“Yep.” they turn around and Nicole is there, happily nestled in their pillows, chewing on her teething ring and giving them a little smile once they turned, “She couldn’t be there alone and-” he stops when thunder rumbles above them, “And she needs to know about how life works.”

Her eyes sting from past tears, curse her hormones for being so emotional. She whimpers, gently dabbing some of the tears away with her towel before sniffling, “...I don’t know what’s happening to me,” she laughs bitterly, “I’m just…you know, a lot is going on and I just–I…”

“Baby. It’s okay.”

“I might call Dr.Varma tomorrow.” she whispers, “Set up a virtual meeting.”

Rooster smiled warmly, his fingers brushing away the remaining tears from Beatrice's cheeks. "Calling Dr. Varma is a good idea, Bea," he said gently. " And don’t feel bad, alright? You did nothing wrong"

Beatrice nodded, pressing her cheek to his chest. "You're right," she admitted, her voice steadier now. "I just...I want to be the best mom I can be for Nikki and the twins, and sometimes it feels like I'm falling short."

Rooster cupped her face in his hands, his gaze unwavering,tsking in complaint. "You are an amazing mom," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "You love our kids more than anything in this world, and you're doing everything you can to give them the best start in life. That's what matters."

Beatrice smiled, a mixture of gratitude and love in her eyes. "Thank you, Roos," she whispered. "I needed to hear that."

He leaned in and kissed her, the tenderness of the moment filling the room. "Anytime, gorgeous," he murmured against her lips. Rooster was going to keep holding her, but Eleanor’s deep barking from downstairs was unusual and yet not out of character, “Stray cats? In this rain?” Eleanor only barked louder, and this time, Jolene joined in.

Rooster’s brows furrowed, “Gorgeous, stay here.”

“Wha-”

“You and Nikki, stay here. I’m gonna check.” he didn’t want to worry her, but his gut…was clenching in an uncomfortable way. He hoped it was wrong.

[torreshalstead]

I’ll show you mine - part 12

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 12/13

Notes - thanks so much for the love on the last chapter, we pick up exactly where we left off ❤️ AO3 Link

You could have knocked Hailey over with a feather at that moment, her stomach leaped up into her throat and any coherent thought she might have been able to produce vacated her head immediately.

‘So he’s not crazy,’ Kim said, noting Hailey’s reaction as her jaw almost fell open. Kims eyes grew wide and a grin pasted to her cheeks.

Hailey managed to take a breath, a huge gulp like a drowning man who had just found a pocket of air. ‘He’s not crazy,’ she whispered, feeling the colour rising in her cheeks as what Kim had told her settled in.

Jay had thought Kim was her, so had said I love you. Jay loves her. He loves her.

‘And I’m guessing you return his sentiment judging by the look on your face,’ Kim chuckled. ‘Well that’s adorable. Anyway, he’s awake and I thought you might want to see him alone before the rest of the troops pile in.’

Hailey nodded, not trusting herself to say anything out loud with her mind still being a whirlwind of thoughts.

‘He’s up in Room 205,’ Kim said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as she began to head towards Hailey’s vacated chair. ‘And we will talk about all of this,’ she gestured animatedly at Hailey’s blush, ‘later. I expect the full story Upton, no cutting out the good parts!’

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Hailey made her way up to Jay’s room. She didn’t know if she wanted to run there or take her time. Her emotions were running haywire in her brain and confusing her beyond belief.

There was a part of her that wanted to run, wanted to throw herself into his arms, kiss him senseless and tell him that she loved him back, of course she did. How could she not?

But the part of her that wanted to dawdle was worried that his words were just an illusion, a figment of his imagination that had been brought on by a cocktail of painkillers. That when she walked into the room, he wouldn’t be excited to see her at all and definitely wouldn’t repeat the same words he had spoken to Kim.

She tried to bury down that self sabotaging thought. He had said the words, whether he was slightly under the influence of hospital strength drugs or not, he had said them. And she knew how she felt, how much she loved him.

By the time she had managed to get her feelings into some semblance of order, her feet had carried her all the way to the door to room 205. Before she could second guess herself, she pushed open the door and walked inside.

Jay was asleep, or at least his eyes were closed, as he lay on the bed, the various wires and sensors hooking him up to the myriad of screens that showed numbers and lines that Hailey did not hold the qualifications to understand. He was dressed in the standard issue hospital gown, the bandage covering his wound just poking up out of the neck. He looked surprisingly peaceful laying there, but Hailey knew how much he hated hospitals so would be trying to sweet talk the nurses as soon as he was able to stand, or even before if he was being stubborn.

She made her way over to him, letting herself reach for the hand not attached to his IV and thread her fingers through his. She knew she should take a seat in the chair, that’s what it was there for, but she perched herself on the side of his bed, needing to be closer to him and reached down to push some of his hair out of his face.

He hummed in response to her fingers dragging against his skin.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, not fully expecting a response but wanting to let him know it was her anyway.

‘Hailey,’ he murmured, his voice thick from the sedatives, the word a little slurred.

‘Yeah, it’s me,’ she said, continuing to let her fingers trace the outline of his jaw.

‘Where did you go?’ He asked, leaning into her touch but not opening his eyes.

‘Nowhere,’ Hailey said. ‘I’m not going anywhere Jay.’

‘But you left,’ he said, confusion evident in his tone.

‘That was Kim,’ Hailey admitted, ‘she was here then she came to get me.’

His eyes fluttered open, taking a second longer than usual to focus on her. She could see the gears spinning in his head, trying to put together what was an illusion brought on by his medication and what was reality.

‘Kim?’ He asked, his eyebrows pulling together in the middle.

‘Yep,’ she said with a little nod. ‘She rode in the ambulance with you and then stayed here, I got here a little while ago.’

‘Kim in the ambulance,’ Jay repeated. ‘She was here?’

‘Uhuh.’

‘So if it was Kim…’ he paused and Hailey let herself smile.

‘So you told Kim that you loved her, not me,’ she chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze.

Jay groaned, closing his eyes as he remembered.

‘But Jay,’ Hailey said, gently angling his face back to look at her, ‘I love you too.’

It felt so good to say outloud, like the words were birds in her chest that had suddenly broken free and spread their wings for the first time, feeling the air buffeting underneath them. She loved him.

She watched as Jay’s smile grew wide, his eyes sparkling under the fluorescent hospital lighting.

‘You love me?’

‘I do,’ Hailey repeated.

‘That’s good,’ Jay said through his smile, ‘Because I love you too, even if I accidentally told Kim instead of you.’ He chuckled and Hailey couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her.

‘She’s going to question me so much later so thanks for that,’ she playfully swatted his non bandaged shoulder. ‘But, how are you feeling?’

‘Like I’m on top of the world,’ Jay said with a grin. ‘My girl loves me back.’

Hailey blushed, saying things like that came so easily to Jay - it was just one of the things she loved about him. ‘And they have got you on the good stuff,’ she said, gesturing to his IV.

‘And that,’ he nodded. ‘Seriously though, I don’t feel too bad. And now you’re here, I feel so much better.’

The tightness that had been in Hailey’s chest since she had watched him get loaded into the ambulance and drive off without her returned with a vengeance.

Jay must have noticed the change in her expression or felt the tightening of her hand around his as he asked her what was wrong.

‘It’s nothing,’ Hailey said, shaking her head as she desparetly tried to prevent the tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes from giving her away and cascading down her cheeks.

‘Talk to me Hails,’ Jay said, the concern rolling off him.

‘It’s stupid,’ she quietly tried to shake him off.

‘Nothing you could ever tell me is stupid,’ Jay said softly, returning her hand squeeze from earlier.

Hailey looked at him, really looked at him. Saw the worry etched into the corners of his eyes, the concern clear across his face, saw the love that he had for her pouring out of him. The feeling she reciprocated with everything that she had.

‘When you got shot,’ she started, talking slowly to keep herself calm. ‘I just wanted to be by your side. But when I got down to you, they were wheeling you into the ambo on the stretcher. There was so much blood and I didn’t know if you were okay,’ her voice started to crack but she had gotten this far, she needed to finish. ‘And then Voight stopped me, let Kim get into the ambulance with you and then the doors shut and you drove away. Away from me. And I didn’t know if you were alive or dead.’

‘And I know, Kim was your partner, it made sense for her to go. And it made no sense for me to be there. Because to everyone else I’m just your colleague, just someone you went undercover with that one time. I had no place to be there holding you hand,’ Hailey swallowed and focused on the feeling of Jay’s hand in hers. ‘But I should have been,’ she admitted, ‘I should have been the one holding you hand and talking to the doctors. But I had to wait for someone else to tell me and I had to pretend I was just worried.’

‘But my heart was breaking Jay,’ the tears had started to fall now and she could see her pain mirrored in Jay’s face, ‘I didn’t know if you were okay and I had to pretend it was the same as if someone else had been shot. And I care about them, of course I do, but it’s different. I love you and concealing my pain was so hard.’ She let herself fall into silence, the tears staining her cheeks.

‘Then we tell them,’ Jay said quietly, his eyes had stayed on hers the whole time she had admitted what was in her heart. ‘We tell Voight we are involved. That way, if something like this ever happens again, although I’ll try to duck this time,’ Hailey laughed wetly at his poor attempt at a joke, ‘then you won’t have to be by the sidelines.’

‘But his rule-’ Hailey started but Jay shook his head.

‘I don’t care about his rule Hailey,’ he said, ‘I care about you. And anyway, it’s pre-existing,’ he winked at her.

Hailey smiled, leaning forward so she could finally kiss him, mildly impressed at her own self restraint for being able to go this long without doing it. She pressed her lips to his, trying to show him through her touch how much she loved him and how much him wanting to out their relationship meant to her.

He deepened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and swiping his tongue against the seam begging for entrance which she was more than happy to grant. The beeping from his heartbeat monitor got a little faster but neither cared as they poured all of themselves into the kiss and into each other, so much so they forgot they were in the middle of a hospital and Jay was supposed to be recovering from surgery. He didn’t kiss like a man recovering from surgery, more like a man starving and Hailey was the only food he had seen in days.

The door behind them opened and they sprang apart as a red headed doctor walked into the room.

‘So this is the girl you’ve been hiding,’ he said with a grin that was vividly familiar.

‘Hailey, this is my brother Will, Will this is Hailey,’ Jay said, gesturing between them.

‘Wish we were meeting under better circumstances,’ Will said with a smile as he walked over to stand at the foot of Jay’s bed, ‘but it turns out this one has forgotten the number one rule. Avoid the bullets.’ He patted Jay’s foot under the blanket condescendingly and Jay rolled his eyes.

‘Will is the doctor in the family but clearly today he is trying to be a comedian,’ Jay said and Hailey chuckled.

‘Lovely to meet you Will,’ she said, quickly trying to wipe the stray tears that were still on her face with the back of her hand.

‘I assume Hailey can stay whilst I tell you how much of an idiot you are?’ Will asked.

‘Yes,’ Jay said, running his thumb across the back of her hand in soothing circles. ‘Whatever you say to me, you can say in front of Hailey.’

‘Wow, you’re a goner bro,’ Will scoffed but Hailey watched as Jay’s eyes flicked towards her. If he was a goner than she was too, her heart belonged to this man and she knew she was never going to get it back. Not that she wanted to, he made her happy and that was enough. Telling Voight about them however, she wasn’t sure how that was going to go.

[stealingyourbones]

In The Adventures of Superman Radio Show (the one on spotify that you & I listened to but I’m lazy so please link it twin if you’d be so kind):

Ep 205 Superman called himself a “nice juicy beefsteak” to taunt timber wolves into biting him.

Ep 207 8:40 Clark uses a gun

Ep 303 5:45 Clark doesn’t believe in ghosts

Oh I fucking gOTCHU homie.

For any of those who are interested in Superman and his history, for the love of god check out this show. This fucker is the epitome of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Emphasis on the gatekeep.

Deep in a forest in the frozen north. This arc, The White Plague, a strange legend of the North Woods: The Legend of the White Plague. Intrigues Clark so both him and Jimmy go to the Boffit Logging Camp to investigate this mysterious legend.

Episode 204: a man begs the logging head (Mr. Harmond) to quit and is denied. We learn that a man named Dupree stepped into a bear trap and froze to death. Svenson in a drunken stupor fell into a lake and also froze to death. Suspicion that the white plague may be the cause. Bill Dawson talks to Mr. Harmond and suddenly they hear a scream of a man. A man named Gaston got drunk and wandered off and is now screaming in the woods. Clark and Jimmy are on their way to the camp via dogsled and are suddenly stopped by fifty fucking timberwolves that surround them. Their French-Canadian sled driver pulls out his gun. The wolves close in.

Episode 205: Clark tells Jimmy and the sled driver to scram and he’ll hold off fifty fucking wolves as a civilian ALONE. He actually wasn’t referring to himself as a beefsteak, but an actual steak that Jimmy was planning to give to Mr. Harmond as a thank you gift. None the less hearing Superman shout “Big Juicy Beefsteak” with such slyness that I busted out laughing. It’s one of the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

Superman then proceeds to beats the shit out of fifty wolves with NO remorse. Cut to Jimmy at the camp with Mr. Harmond’s kid, Nancy, who witnesses Jimmy fully breaking down in tears from the fear that Clark got killed by wolves. It’s really sweet and touching. Clark arrives and gaslights Jimmy into thinking it isn’t crazy that he arrived at the same time as a dogsled as a normal human moving at walking speed in Canadian winter.

Nancy does some exposition: Loggers are superstitious. The White Plague is a legend that punishes men who cut down trees when the roots are covered in snow. They think this is the cause of the mysterious deaths.

Clark dismisses Jimmy’s proposal that the deaths may be because of ghosts. The second that happens, a knock on the door startles the three. Clark opens to door to see Gaston, the man who vanished the day before, fall down dead in the entryway. Reminder that Jimmy is no older than 16 and this is only one of many murders he has witnessed.

Episode 206: Clark teaches Jimmy about the ice age and how trees turn into coal. Mr. Harmond gives Jimmy and Clark some sandwiches. Suddenly a dude just fuckin falls dead eating his food. Assumed to be a heart attack, Clark finds that it was murder from rat poison found in his sandwich.

Episode 207: 8:22. He checks the gun. He doesn’t fire it but it shows that Superman definitely knows how to operate a firearm.

Clark and Jimmy get shot at on the way back to the Boffit Logging Camp in Canada that the two are vacationing at. 4 identical rifles are used at the settlement to protect loggers from wolves. The question is which rifle shot at them? Oh also Jimmy fucking ascends. Him and Nancy get yoinked from the ground and are simply gone. Good to see that Jimmy can finally punch a higher power in the face for getting him kidnapped every other episode he’s in.

Episode 208: Clark and Mr. Dawson (dude who runs the camp) goes out to find Jimmy only to run right back to camp because of shots fired. Mr. Harmond saw a beast. A massive white eagle. Larger than a human. He fired twice. A massive feather on the ground confirms Harmond’s rambles. Superman flies off to investigate and finds a log cabin in the woods, inside Nancy and Jimmy lay on cots. They’re drugged but uninjured. Superman brings them back to camp. They’re still drugged but ok.

Episode 209: a priest is called from the nearby town to check on the kids and he dumps exposition on the Big Bad. The big feather that was meant to be the giant eagle was simply a bleached white turkey feather. Mr. Dawson, Clark, the priest, and a worker named Bill all talk and agree that this was someone in the camp doing systematic murder to break up the camp. Dawson and Clark equally praise lumber workers and insult them for working and also the job being a task that you dont need brains to accomplish. Then suddenly a fire breaks out in a cabin and a man named Travis is trapped inside.

[prince-of-elsinore]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

32. (Three are orphaned, all old fic; one spn fic is under anon)

What's your total ao3 word count?

627,118 words (I assume the anon fic is included in ao3 stats, and I added the orphans manually.) That's more than I expected, but it does stretch back to fic I started writing in 2011!

What fandoms do you write for?

Under my current pseud, Supernatural and The Outsiders. I have WIPs underway for both! I also have a languishing WIP for M*A*S*H* :( In the past I have written for the MCU, The Walking Dead, Hetalia, Teen Wolf, and The New Adventures of Old Christine.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Ephemeron (MCU, Starker), 1,393 kudos; 2. With A Bit Of Spit And Luck (SPN, Wincest), 401 kudos; 3. Is It Tomorrow (Or Just the End of Time) (SPN, Wincest), 304 kudos; 4. Closing Night (SPN, Wincest), 222 kudos; 5. Baton Rouge (SPN, Wincest), 205 kudos It's no surprise to me that my one MCU fic and the only multi-chapter fic on this list, though forever unfinished, has far and away the most kudos, and that all top 5 fics are rated E. If we knock Ephemeron off the top spot and just look at fics under my current pseud, then 5th place would go to Some Starless Night (Love May Come an' Tap You on the Shoulder) (SPN, Wincest), 184 kudos (and rated M!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I haven't always in the past, though I always liked engaging with readers, but ever since I returned to fic in 2020 when I started writing for spn I've made sure to on principal. Not always quickly, but eventually. I'm really so grateful to the small fraction of readers who leave comments so I want to express my gratitude that they took the time! I also love giving thoughtful responses to thoughtful comments. Sometimes readers have unique insights into my work!

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A lot of my fics have fairly bleak or bittersweet/mixed state endings (my favorite type!); of my current pseud fics, I'd say the bleakest is either Plano: Some Town Halfway In Between (SPN, John/Dean) or Road Risk (SPN, Wincest). If we're looking at all-time fics, the angst gets--uh, angstier: Ludovicus Caecus (APH, Germancest), based on Oedipus Rex, ends with Ludwig killing Gilbert, gouging out his own eyes, and carrying his brother's severed head around in a bag; and When the Dead Do Not Rest (APH, Germancest) ends with Ludwig keeping Gilbert's severed head in a chest. Although in that case he's sort of happy with the situation so maybe it doesn't count...

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Baton Rouge (SPN, Wincest) and Like They Talk About In Books (The Outsiders, Ponypop) are pretty equally happy, with both ending on a hopeful note for the new relationship and the characters finding a sense of belonging in each other's arms <3

Do you get hate on fics?

Not outright! The worst I've gotten have been a couple rude, entitled comments along the lines of "why don't you write what I want you to write." I soundly told them off.

Do you write smut?

Yes :) I'm very thankful to various spn fandom smut events (Salt Burn Porn, Bro-Bang, and more) for helping me get my freak back on.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not generally. I like to stay close to canon, for the most part. The only one I ever tried was my Teen Wolf/The Internship crossover Colors That Are Real, which used the fact that both starred Dylan O'Brien as the flimsy excuse for a twincest ship, lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Maybe more than one, I can't remember. I've definitely gotten several requests to translate, but idk how many of those people went through with it. The one I know of for sure is Ephemeron, which was translated at least partially into Chinese, and fully into Russian. I was actually really touched by what a robust following it had in Russian fandom. I used to go on the site and use google translate to read people's comments :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

gotta go with the one, the only, the ultimate, Wincest.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

That M*A*S*H* fic I mentioned. It's post-canon Beejhawk. I've considered posting the two chapters I have; they sort of work on their own.

What are your writing strengths?

Rhythm and tempo! Creating an atmosphere. Dialogue. Pacing. Voice.

What are your writing weaknesses?

For spn, I really rely on good betas to check my characterization. Canon is so sprawling and the characters change so much and are so essentially complex and contradictory; it really helps to have a trusted second set of eyes to say 'hmm I don't think Sam would do that in that way at this point in canon' or 'this sounds a little like early seasons Dean more than late seasons.' They also point out where language can sound more specific to the character, which doesn't always come easy with spn's lingo and references. But honestly my biggest weakness is consistency of output/motivation :(

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

To be avoided at all costs. And if it must be done, you better know what you're doing or at least do your damn homework and try to get a native speaker to check it over.

First fandom you wrote for?

Hetalia (APH) 😅

Favorite fic you've written?

Damn that's so hard haha. I think I'd have to go with Baton Rouge, but Plano: Some Town Halfway In Between is a close second. I'm also happy to report that my current WIPs, for spn and The Outsiders, may well become my new faves. I'm very excited about both projects!

Tagged by @buddyaldridges--Thank you for the tag! This was a fun restrospective! Tagging @nigeltde-fic, @flownwrong, @zmediaoutlet, @balefully, @nevergettingoverwincest and anyone who wants to do it!

[lydiaas]

let’s talk about it. pope/kie/jj were always such an unintentional love triangle because jj is always during most of the popekie scenes.

in the 110 kie and pope argument after she rejects him and he storms out of the wreck they film jjs reaction to it and he is the back during the whole argument, jjs reaction to their first kiss, kie holding his hand and the frame is still just the three of them, basically all 201-204 with jj always on frame but the funny thing… is always kie and jj closer together in the frame. if you watch the show without context you would think the couple are jj and kie of the three. jj wanting info on their relationship on 201 and pope immediately sensing a vibe between them when he got in the car. jjs reaction to kie kissing his cheek, but also, jj was the one that pushed kie to consider pope. the focus on jjs face when pope said he thinks kiara likes him on 205. sarah messing w jj when pope and kie left to hookup. the “why you always take his side, why you never go mine” and lastly, his face when he sensed trouble in paradise on 206. jj being the one to tell pope to take kie on a date w otis redding playing and like, he was always inserting himself in that relationship. and he also inserted himself in jb and kiara too. he was begging jb to date kiara like he was projecting on it. on 103 pope says he thinks kie might like someone else and in the same episode we have the famous ‘did you tell jj?’ from her.

for someone that “didn’t plan jiara” everything alights so well for them in the show.

Thank you for summing up exactly why this is such an epic ship. I really don't have much to add. Even if it was by accident the writers have managed to craft a beautiful arc for jiara that starts in 1x01. There are elements of a love triangle there but they managed to thread the needle pretty well so it didn't become overbearing. Probably the main reason it works is because JJ is never vying for Kie's affection, in fact he is convinced he'll never have it. You see signs that he has feelings but he's not pursuing her and while he is pining away in the background she is slowly realising that the right fit, the good weird, is to be found with JJ and not Pope. Ugh I love them. It's going to be so satisfying to rewatch the whole show and see everything unfold.

[did-i-do-this-write]

hello and how are you?

I am here to ask just some random thoughts to hopefully help you with your words and works! I am unsure of your OTP but hopefully these questions will help you consider some things.

Who says, "I love you." easily and who never says it? Who falls asleep first? Who wakes up first? What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?)

Have fun and I hope the words will be ever in your favor, my dear Zac.

Neal Anderson, @365runesoftheamalgamations

I love these questions so much!!! Thank you for the inspiration and fuel to get me going! 🤗 again, for Oz x Qrow of RWBY, set in my AU

Who says "I love you" easily and who never says it?

Oz says it as easily as he breathes. Casually, whenever Qrow makes him smile, it comes out just because. Because that's what he's feeling in the moment.

Qrow is more guarded about it, like he's not sure if he's using right. He really only says it once in a while, when it just hits him. Sometimes, when he feels like he can't say it himself, he'll tease Oz and sarcastically say "you don't love me that much" just to hear Oz insist with his whole heart that he does. He really does.

Who falls asleep first? Who wakes up first?

Oz on both accounts. Qrow has trouble falling asleep, but once he's out, he's out. It's hard to wake him up in the morning. Oz, on the other hand, is an early bird who wakes up at the same time everyday no matter what.

What's one way their personalities compliment one another?

In many ways, they are definitely more "opposites attract." I've talked about this a lot, so I tried to come up with something new this time, but one way they compliment each other that's smaller is that one of Qrow's love languages is teasing, while Oz's is letting others tease him :) it's a win-win

This ask motivated me to write 205 words for Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

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