#and there was also a letter going 'yeah... this is ONE of the ones I've placed around downtown'

[ohburgee]

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

soft-yandere!dragon x princess-fem!reader

tw: kidnapping, murder, violence, obsession, yandere themes / soft theme (don't mind this on tw just remind) an: I'M BACK!! how are you all my gees well another soft/fluff yandere I miss writing soft ones and this is a simple yandere story so yeah, the dragon is inspired by Alduin. Mhm, he is my favorite dragon in video games also loved the lore of Skyrim <3 Also, this is the first fantasy story I have written here.

Walking around in your castle's garden, the beautiful and breathtaking flowers around those blossoming pink, purple, and other colors made you feel at peace.

You pick one by one some different flowers and put them in your small basket after picking you get up and walk out of the garden and see your personal maid waiting outside the garden.

"Your Highness," she said and did a low bow and you smiled and walked towards her and gave the basket to her as you both walked inside the castle and saw your future husband, to be the king.

"My princess where have you been, I've been looking for you," he said and walked towards you and took your hand and kissed it.

You look at him sternly you don't want him, as he is too much of a show-off person, and never wanted to marry him due to the royal rules.

"Let's talk about our wed-" you cut his words "I don't have the mood to discuss that, please will you excuse me," you said as that shows disrespect but you don't care and walk past him and walk away from them.

You try everything to tell your father but he doesn't listen and says that it's a good way for your royal family and you try to your mother to convince your father but she said the same thing to you and you feel everyone is not sided with you.

As you keep overthinking to find a way to stop and the only way is to run away, you don't want to leave your family even if they don't listen to you but still love them.

...

After a boring hour staying in the dining room and after dinner, you went straight to your chamber and locked yourself inside.

You lay in your bed looking at your ceiling with some stars art around as you silently admire it, you wish you just disappeared.

You suddenly get up and look at your terrace as the cold breeze wind flows inside your room and you decide to run away and stay at your former nanny.

You secretly send a letter to her, telling everything about the marriage as you don't want to be and the plan to run away.

You walk away from your bed and take your well-prepared bag, you have been planning this for days and find the right time and it's now.

You slowly open your door and peek out to see if there's someone or some knights around and proudly there's no one outside as you walk out to your chamber and walk away.

After you walk downstairs and head to the back door of the kitchen room before you go, you check if someone is walking and see none, might the knights have their own time or break time.

You finally got out of the castle and headed towards the stable to get your horse, you took your horse and rode out of the stable and quickly went to the back forest behind the castle, you secretly made a way there so that knights wouldn't see you.

After a few travel with your horse, you travel through the forest it is dark but the moon keeps it more bit light through the road when suddenly you hear a loud thud from the ground and you look up to see the trees move and you look confused, you wanted to check it but you don't want to delay your journey... So after a minute, you decide to look for it.

You slowly ride through the forest and you stop your horse let go and walk towards where the sound came you see a human, a man, set down behind the tree and you look widened to see it's bleeding as it keeps covering the wound from his hand. Wait how is there a loud sound and it's just a man?

You walked towards him and slowly approached him and he quickly took the attention to you and looked up to see you looking at him.

"I'm sorry but you look in a bad condition right now," you said softly trying to calm him down he shrugged and hissed at his wound "Let me help you," you said softly as you approached him and checked the wound, the wound is bit worst and you look around to find something to heal it and found a leaf that you remembered your nanny use for your wound, quiet rare plant but good for healings.

You take a few leaves and take a small bottle from your bag and pour it on the leaf and you look at the man, as he staring at you.

"Will you let me?" You ask nicely and he looks like trying to process everything then he nods his head and you slowly walk closer to him and take his hand from his wound.

You put the leaf around the wound to cover it as he hissed in pain and you slowly pat it and pour small from the bottle and you scratch your dress to make a cloth and wrap around his waist where the wound was.

"There it's good, not move for a while taking a rest," you told him and he nodded his head, "Where you come from, did someone try to kill you?" You ask wanting to know where he went from.

"There's no need to know, and thank you," he said well that was a bit rude but he still had gratitude to thank you for helping him, you sat in front of him and asked another question.

"Well, at least you have something to go to?" He looked at you sternly like why you asking questions, "Look I don't want to leave you here, since you are in bad condition and we are in the middle of the forest" you said looking around hoping no predators were around.

"You look like a princess," he said and you looked at him as the moon glints on you see your face clearly, "Well uhm... Look I don't want to get married I don't want it I never dreamed of being a married woman," you told him and that was bit stupid as you said that in front of a stranger, really.

"I just want to live a peaceful life and do what I want and have some freedom," you said to him as you hugged yourself.

"It's just I don't want to, also living with that bastard is worse" you added as he just looked at you trying to breathe and you slowly got up and reached your hand to him.

"Come I'll bring you to my nanny it's safer to stay there than here" You got up and offered your hand to him as he slowly got up from the ground and you guided him and led him to your horse.

After a few minutes of travel, you reach your nanny's village and stop in front of her house and you find her outside waiting for you.

"You're here I'm so glad you are safe" She walked towards you and hugged you and you hugged her back and smiled.

"Oh dear, what happen to him?" She notices the man behind and she quickly approaches him and guides him inside the house.

After treatment, your nanny told him to rest and he followed her words and you approached your nanny.

"How long are you going to do this?" She asked and you sighed patting her shoulders "They're going to look for you, I know your father" she added and you nodded your head.

"Just have some little freedom," you said and smiled as you both sat at the table talking.

...

The dark shadow dragon, the so-called destroyer, after he purposely stabbed himself to fake and pretend he was hunted to gain your attention.

He had been stalking you after that happened when you saw him in the middle of the forest too he was for real wounded at that time in his dragon form he wanted to kill you but you didn't do anything that could make him mad instead you stared at him.

He thinks you have been seeing something in your imagination or hallucinating he can read your mind.

Suddenly his reaction made him shocked as you approached him and touched the wound from his wing behind and saw glints of light then disappear and the wound healed.

Then you both looked at each other him being confused and you worried but felt glad you helped this dangerous creature.

"I hope I saved you," you said softly then walked away from the dragon and disappeared, he wanted to chase you but heard a man's voice and quickly flew up, fly away and he will remember what you did.

He didn't expect a human to heal him and never be scared of him even in his true form and you, you are the first and only person to be like that.

He was impressed, captivated, and after days he couldn't stop thinking about you, how fearless you are, like it's very rare to see it like a gem of ruby, those are the colors full of braveness.

After he finds out you're getting married and you don't want to and tries to run away twice but fails. He watches you walking around your castle.

And finally, he decided to take you, to take you away from your family and go with him away from them, he was planning this after you healed him, and he became more captivated by you.

He found out that the royal Edfield was the one who arranged the marriage and the son of King Edfield, the marriage was for alliances, and he knew the son, the prince of Edfield was a coward.

He stabs himself pretending to look like he was attacked and transforms himself into a dragon he sees you riding your horse and he feels thrive as he expects you to run away again, and he acts to fall into the forest and lands behind the tree and transforms into his human form and wait for you to come.

Then finally you are there looking worried and approaching him and healing him, the way he saw you the same day when you healed him. He was captivated, fascinated he wanted you, he wanted you to stay with him.

He doesn't know how this feels and words keep ringing in his mind but he wanted you, and he will do everything to get you and kill and destroy if anyone tries to get in your way.

After that, you healed him and took him to your nanny and he heard the talking between you and your nanny. You really wanted to go away and he will do it for you.

...

Morning came and you and your nanny ate breakfast after that you carried a small bowl with some carrot soup and helped him eat as you slowly let the spoon into his mouth.

As his eyes stared at you, you caught his eyes watching you and quickly looked down to the bowl and continued to help him eat, after finishing you told him to lay back and walked towards the kitchen to wash.

You suddenly heard your nanny calling your name and she looked at her confused, "The prince is here" she said and you looked scared and a bit defeated, you quickly got out of the house and saw the prince smiling when he saw you and ran towards to you and hug you but you push him away from you.

"Please come back to me," he said trying to be caring, and you were disgusted and walked backward away from him.

"Come on let's go back," he said and started grabbing you and your nanny tried to grab you back but the prince pushed your nanny and that made your anger boil up and pushed him and he grabbed you again harshly taking you to the carriage.

You try to get off his grip but he is gripping it hardly and makes it bruise your wrist you look at your nanny on the ground as you start to cry then a loud thud comes and you both look up and see the shadow dragon, the destroyer, many people and kingdoms feared him.

His yellow fire eyes stare at you and the prince starts to raise his sword the dragon flies down towards the prince and you finally get off his grip and fall on the side ground you watch as the dragon attacks everyone as they try to hit the dragon with swords but not working.

When you ran towards your nanny and helped her get up from the ground you watched everything chaos as the dragon throw fires on them.

When all the knights are dead and the prince is left alive he crawls away from the dragon the dragon takes him and traps him in his hand as the prince keeps begging for mercy.

"You are clever and most coward prince" the dragon spoke in his deep, husky voice just like the man you saved, wait where is he?

You look towards the house and look back to the dragon as he still keeps the prince in his hand.

"The princess doesn't want you, so why force her," the dragon said as the dragon's face turned to you, "How about I say your kingdom is in ashes now" the dragon added and the prince's eyes widened and started yelling at the dragon.

The dragon suddenly didn't hesitate to crush the prince's body and blood splashed around you looked scared and a bit relieved since the marriage is no longer.

The dragon's head turns to you and you make yourself a cover for your nanny the dragon slowly approaches you both and the head stops near your face as his fire-looking eyes look at you, your eyes suddenly catch the wound from its belly behind and your eyes widen.

"Yes, that's right my dove" You turn to him your eyes look terrified but you are surprised "You are the man I saved, you are a dragon," you said and the dragon swayed his tail towards you and grabbed you slowly away from you're nanny.

You try to struggle to get off but the tail wraps around you tightly but not harshly, "The prince is Dead, you are free now" he says as his eyes stare at yours and you stop yourself struggling.

"Well thank you, as much I don't want blood I also want him dead," you said feeling confident as you said, the tail slowly put you on the ground when you think he let go of you but suddenly grabbed you by his hands.

"I'll take your little princess with me," he said and started to swing his wings and fly away from the village, you looked shocked and tried to stop him but he didn't listen and flew away.

"Where are you taking me," you asked the dragon you didn't mind struggling yourself or you might fall you both now in the high sky, and you left your nanny confused and terrified.

"I'll take you with me, don't worry you want freedom right, you want to runaway far away from here," he said and you realized how he knew what you wanted and you started to get confused.

"Let's go on a long journey together my dove, and I'll show you what's freedom," he said as he bit started to fly faster and you decide to go with this dragon, he might not want to kill you.

You want to stay with your nanny for the rest of your life as a normal person and leave the royal but this with the dragon is better, he can take you away from them and fly all over the world, if the dragon doesn't want you dead but hearing those words want you to be with him.

[lissad27]

It's not a liberal or conservative take: it's an lord vs peasant take. The change is the studio saying: we know best, just listen. Don't fight for yourselves or what is right because you don't know what that is if we don't tell you.

This is why Andraste disappeared as well: she fought slavery. Raising an army, waging war? It's both an act of justice and vengeance. We can't have DA Lady-Jesus helping people...and teaching people to stand up for themselves. So the religion, her example, is bypassed and ignored. (And no the argument that this is "the North" doesn't hold water. They aren't as outwardly religious as the south, but that doesn't mean they aren't faithful or religious at all.)

This is also why the 'revolt' lead by Dorian and Mae fails: they cannot work within the system that hides the Venatori. Except that's what the games tells you to do. We have to work to change... Except history tells you: if you have one rotten apple you throw out the bushel because the rot seeps through.

French history tells us that you cannot have peaceful change when the people in charge don't want it. How do you fight the people who have all the power? You can't do it by writing a letter or joining a committee. Dorian wants to change - at a fundamental level - the Imperium. But he can't do that by sitting and trying to "work with" the very people he opposes. Bipartisanship, anyone?

The Montgomery Bus boycotts lasted over a year. And people were arrested, beaten, killed. It wasn't easy, but they persisted. Change - societal change - rarely comes fast or easy, and more often than not it comes in violence.

The message EA sent was one of obedience and obeyance to an authority. Rook's background (all of them) is: you tried to fight the injustice, and got in trouble. Know your place, don't do it that way. Go with Varric he can teach you to be good...which given who Varric is? Here's a guy with dodgy connections, even dodgier morals, and is an unreliable narrator/liar. He's supposed to teach you how to be good? Really?

Except he does - or rathe the complexity of Varric is reduced to good angel/moral compass. Even the nuance of Solas is reduced.

What we see with the games is a whitewashing of the internal history of the games: don't talk about slavery or racism. Or rather its discussed with an overall vagueness. Or its reduced to reductive thinking. Oh everyone knows that's bad...so why bring it up. In DAO you stop someone from stealing elves for slavery. It's a big deal. IN DA2, we meet Fenris - an escaped slave. By DAI ,there are discussions - because Dorian does realize his view of the subject is wrong. (Dorian's growth is one of the better parts of DAI.) But in DAV... yeah, we're in the imperium, but we don't see slaves except in that one quest. Its more of a yeah there are slaves...and we help them. Okay...

This is a nation built on slavery...and we don't see the evidence of that? At all? Nothing?

Nevermind that the Venatori's hold isn't broken at all... And Dorian's statement is "we were going to change Tevinter." Change it from what Dorian? Vague hand-waving?

To have effective change, you have to have full-throated acknowledgement of a problem. You cannot change US history to exclude slavery - or to say the slaves were better off (which I've seen). You cannot hand-wave terrible things away. And you can't say well, we've learned better. We're smarter than our ancestors.

As for the rampant racism in the previous games. No one wants to have the right to call anyone "knife-ears." I want an acknowledgement that it's still a problem though. To hear it - to have my character call someone out for it. Something. Because racism doesn't disappear at will. Hearing it makes people uncomfortable - and that's a good thing. Racism, bigotry, misogyny, transphobia should make people uncomfortable. Hiding it - pretending it doesn't exist - that leads to... Well, it's like pulling the covers over your ears to ignore all the bad in the world. It doesn't make them go away. Read the comics - Mae doesn't lose her seat because of the Lucerni thing, she loses it because she's trans.

What DAV does is absolution of all bad things in the past. Because it makes it easier for those who "know better" (in this case CEOs and tech bros) to show us peons (plebians/peasants) how things should work.

What the entire game is boiled down to is centrist, language policing propaganda. Propaganda to make you feel good about not having to make hard decisions. No, people aren't more "adult" for not having conflicts - real ones, real arguments. Adults have conflicts and arguments. Not benign politeness. The message becomes this bland sort of "let's all hold hands and get along." Alistair was joking, but the CEOs aren't.

Justice/Vengeance was just kind of the like, the over-arching theme for early dragon age and so the way that they just abruptly started scrubbing it from every aspect of the series and replacing it with other stuff is so crazy. like I'm joking about the "it's because they hated that blond freak" thing but genuinely what did happen. Did they just get scared.

[independentanon]

"RESIST PROJECT 2025" Stencil - BTS

I figured I'd share a behind-the-scenes look at how I made my stencil. Feel free to use what you find in this post (and my other posts) to make your own! Just be safe, as it requires sharp blades and chemical fumes.

I started by making the following graphic:

I did my usual thing of putting the graphic onto my phone, tracing it from my phone onto clear plastic with permanent marker, then projecting the shadow onto... well, usually I'd say "foam board" here, but this time it was card stock.

I first refined the pencil trace.

I then used a strip of cereal box I cut to help me consistently add bridges to the trace so no "islands" of the stencil would be completely cut off, and to "peninsulas" so they can remain ridged. I learned from looking at other stencil fonts online that following existing edges helps to keep the final product legible, but there also needs to be a balance with making the cut stencil sturdy enough to last. Most of the bridges I made were as short as possible.

I put this card stock onto a disposable hard surface so I could cut it using my box cutter. I also bought an Exacto-Knife but the blade was shit. Cutting with a box cutter is both painful and time consuming, but this ended up being the most effective tool I had available. I did end up with a blister, though.

Anyway, here's what I ended up with:

The above image was used in my second stencil post.

I ended up making a border of duct tape for my master stencil to protect its edges and to provide a surface for tape to cling to that wouldn't break down overtime.

The idea of a "master" stencil is to have a form I can quickly trace for when I want to make a new stencil. Getting paper wet will damage and warp it over time, so keeping a pristine master stencil is valuable since the copies are disposable and making one from scratch takes a lot longer.

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Okay, so from here, I needed to make a stencil copy using my newly created master stencil.

After tracing and cutting the copy, I took it out in a well ventilated area to spray paint the decal onto some foam board.

A stencil copy like this one can be used multiple times, but it's recommended that you let it dry a little before uses or it will get too wet and warp quickly, ruining it sooner than later.

This was my first test with my first stencil copy:

The above image was used for my forth stencil post.

It's important to make sure the stencil is flat against the surface you're applying the decal to in order to prevent fuzzy edges. I didn't do that and you can see that the letters are not sharp in some spots.

Lastly, I did my little test where I put my sign in a distant room with all lights off except in that room, then took a photo to see how it looked:

There are tricks online about how to flatten a warped piece of paper that I'd recommend looking into, since stencils generally don't last long and will warp pretty quickly. As for how to properly secure a stencil to a vertical surface, well... I won't go there :)

Here are the original posts:

[kamisobsessed]

idontwannabeyouanymore series

Part One: Promises

Pairing: MOC!Dean x KnightofHell!fem!OC, Daughter of Abaddon!OC, Daughter of Cain!OC

Warnings: MDNI 18+. Mentions of Disturbing Death (Massacre basically), Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Sadness, MOC!Dean, KOH!OC, Doesn't Follow SPN Storyline Completely, Takes Place Somewhere Around End Of S10, Roughly Edited.

Series Summary: Cahira is the daughter of Cain and Abaddon. But when Cain did not return Abaddon's feelings, Abaddon ran off, not telling Cain that she was pregnant. Cahira did not want to be the monster her mother was training her to be, so she ran and hid. Cahira also has the Mark of Cain. When she sensed the original mark that was on her father had moved, she followed it, to which she found Dean and Sam Winchester. Now it's a matter of whether or not the brothers will trust her and whether or not she can trust them.

A/N: I've been working on this for a while, I hope you like it!

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She should have expected that when she found Dean and Sam Winchester, it wouldn't have been long before they locked her up. But, she had to know if it was true. She had to know if Dean Winchester had the Mark of Cain.

She was in the middle of the devil's trap in the dungeon of the Men of Letter's bunker in which Dean and Sam now reside in. It is completely dark and chilling in here. She hears the door of the dungeon open only to reveal Dean Winchester himself.

He was clenching the demon blade in his hand. She stood there, not moving, knowing that the demon blade couldn't kill her.

"Who are you, what are you, and why were you following me?" Dean asked fiercely, his jaw clenched tight.

"I'm not going to hurt you," She said, calmly.

Dean's eyes narrowed. He wasn't used to hearing demons speak in this way. Usually, they were more aggressive and hostile. This one seemed almost... passive. But Dean wasn't about to let his guard down. Not yet, anyway.

He gripped the knife even tighter, still ready to attack if the creature made even the slightest move.

"Yeah right," he spat. "As if I'm going to believe that coming from a demon."

"Did I fight you when you forced me in here?" She asked.

"Why should I believe you?" he demanded, his voice still harsh. "You're a demon, and I've seen what demons do."

"I'm not a normal demon," She said. "I'm Abaddon's daughter."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise as the demon's words sank in. He had expected the creature to make up some sort of excuse or lie, but he hadn't expected that.

His grip on the knife loosened further as he took a few steps closer, his expression showing his incredulity.

"Abaddon's daughter?" he repeated, disbelief in his voice. "How do I know that's true?"

"Abaddon had a child with Cain before Cain slaughtered all the Knights of Hell. Me. She hid me, trained me on her own. But I didn't want that. I didn't want to be a killer," She explains.

Dean's expression became thoughtful as he listened to the demon's explanation, his mind racing to piece together the words and make sense of it all. He had never heard of such a thing before, a demon that didn't like killing.

"If that's true," he said slowly, "then why are you here? What do you want?"

"I know that Cain transferred the Mark to you so you could kill Abaddon, and I need to know, did you kill her?" She asked.

Dean nodded slowly, his expression turning serious. He wasn't sure how she would react.

"Yes," he said quietly. "I killed Abaddon."

"Good," She said, calmly and unphased, almost relieved.

Dean's eyes widened at the demon's response. He had been prepared for anger, rage, or chaos, but not this.

"You're not mad?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

"I've been running from her for years," She respond, "I told you. I'm not the monster you think I am."

Dean regarded the demon for a moment longer, still trying to reconcile her docile behavior with his past experiences.

"Alright," he said finally. "Let's say I believe you. Let's say you're really Abaddon's daughter, and you're not here to kill us. What's your plan then?"

"Well, honestly, I just wanted to make sure you killed Abaddon. And if you did...well...I don't know then," She said.

Dean's expression softened a bit as he listened to the demon, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. He had been ready to fight her, to destroy her like any other demon. But now that he knew who she was and what her true intentions were, he wasn't sure what to think.

"So you just wanted to...check on me?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

She scoffed, "No, not everything is about you. I wanted to make sure that Abaddon was dead."

"Alright, alright," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. "So you wanted to make sure Abaddon was dead. You've seen that I took care of her, so what now? You gonna head on out and go back to whatever it is that you do?"

"Sure, if you'd just let me out of here, I'll be on my way," She smiles.

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the demon's words. He still didn't trust her fully, but he couldn't exactly keep her trapped here forever.

"Where will you go?" he asked, suspicious. "How do I know you won't just go around causing trouble somewhere else?"

"Maybe I'll visit the Bahama's, lay out on the beach. Or maybe Paris, I hear the Louvre is nice," She smirks.

Dean chuckled despite himself, impressed by the demon's flippant response to his question. He had expected a more serious answer, but her casual demeanor took him by surprise.

"You really like to joke around, don't you?" he said with a small smirk.

"Yeah well, I'm not really one for socializing. Jokes are my...failsafe," She said.

Dean's smirk widened a bit as he listened to the demon's words. He found her lack of desire for socialization amusing, given her current situation. But he also found it intriguing.

"Not one for socializing, huh?" he repeated, his voice casual. "That's gotta be lonely."

"I've been on the run for hundreds of years, making sure Abaddon wouldn't find me. Can't really make friends on the run," She said.

Dean's expression turned thoughtful as he listened to the demon's words, his mind racing with questions. How could she have possibly evaded Abaddon for so long? What kind of life had she led, always on the run, always afraid of being caught? But he also felt a flicker of sympathy for her. It couldn't have been easy, having to spend centuries on her own.

"You've been on the run for hundreds of years...alone?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

"Yep. And you, Dean Winchester, have just gave me some freedom by killing Abaddon. So, if you don't mind, you can either let me leave and be on my way or I'll just wait until this trap can't hold me anymore, and I'll leave on my own," She said.

Dean considered the demon's words, his mind working through various scenarios. He knew that letting her go could be dangerous. She was still a demon, after all, and demons were inherently untrustworthy. But at the same time, he couldn't just keep her here indefinitely. The thought of her waiting out the trap and escaping on her own made him uneasy as well.

"Alright, alright," he said finally, his voice laced with resignation. "If I let you out of here, you'll leave and won't cause any trouble, right?"

"Pinky promise," She smirks holding out her pinky.

Dean rolled his eyes at the demon's playful tone, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Seriously, pinky promise?" he said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. "We're using pinky promises now?"

"Alright fine then," She said, pretending to be offended and put her hand down, "Can I go now?" She said, getting annoyed.

Dean smirked at the demon's display of annoyance, secretly amused by her feisty nature. He held up a finger in a gesture for her to wait a moment while he considered what to do.

"Yeah, yeah, I suppose you can go," he said finally, his voice casual. "But one condition."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, what?"

Dean stepped closer as he spoke, his gaze meeting the demon's with a steely intensity.

"You can go," he repeated, "but I need something from you first. Something to ensure that you won't cause any trouble once you're out there."

"Okay...What?" She asked, getting impatient.

Dean paused for a moment.

"Your word," he said finally, his voice firm. "I need your word that you won't harm anyone, or cause any trouble once you're out of here. Can you give me that?"

She scoffed, "Really? That easy? Yes, you have my word, Dean Winchester, I will not hurt anyone."

Dean studied the demon's face carefully, searching for any hint of lying or deception in her words. But all he saw was a seriousness, a resolute determination in her eyes. For a moment, he questioned if he was really going to let her go. But something in the demon's expression convinced him that she meant what she said.

"Alright," he said finally, his voice quiet. "You can go."

"Um...the devil's trap?" She said, waiting for him to break it.

Dean looked down at the devil's trap on the floor, his mind still processing the decision he had just made. Letting a demon go, especially one as powerful as Abaddon's daughter, went against everything he had been taught. But somehow, he believed her. Something in her words, in her expression, had convinced him that she meant what she said.

With a small sigh, he moved forward and broke the trap.

She stepped out of the trap and walk to the door, "Oh, um...Dean," She said turning around to face him.

Dean looked up as the demon called out to him, his expression curious. He had expected her to immediately leave, not linger and offer a goodbye. He raised an eyebrow in silent question, waiting for her to continue.

"Thanks...uh...for killing Abaddon...and letting me go," She said softly.

Dean's expression softened as the demon spoke, his heart panging with a strange mixture of guilt and compassion. This wasn't a monster he was dealing with, not like the others he had hunted down in the past. This was a demon, but also a person. A person who had, in some strange way, been trapped in her own way, just like he had been.

"You're welcome," he said finally, his voice quiet. "Just...stay out of trouble, alright?"

She nods, "Will do," She said with a small smile. She turns to walk out.

Dean nodded in return, his own smile flickering across his lips for a brief moment. He watched the demon as she turned and headed towards the door, preparing to leave. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, letting her go. But he couldn't shake the feeling that it was the only thing he could do.

"Hey, wait-" he called out suddenly, his voice impulsive.

She stopped and turned around, "Yeah?"

Dean hesitated for a moment, unsure of where his next words were coming from. He had acted on impulse, without thinking. But now that he had her attention, he knew he had to commit.

"Before you go... can I ask you one more thing?"

"Uh...sure?" She said, not sure what else he was going to say.

Dean took a step towards the demon, closing the distance between them. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes scanning her face, taking in her features. She looked so human, so un-demon-like.

"Why did you want Abaddon dead so badly? You said yourself that you ran from her. Why did you care so much about revenge?"

"It wasn't necessarily revenge. She would have never stopped looking for me." She said, "well..maybe a little revenge I guess."

Dean nodded, his expression hardening slightly as the demon spoke. He understood the nature of revenge, the burning desire to seek justice for wrongs done against you. He had felt it himself countless times.

"But why?" he pressed, his voice quiet and intense. "What drove you all these centuries? Just revenge?"

"She made me do things when I was a child. Horrible things. Things that...if I told you, you'd probably want to lock me up again," She said slowly, looming with guilt.

Dean's expression darkened as the demon spoke, his eyes narrowing as he took in her words. Horrible things, she had said. Images of the unspeakable acts he had seen demons commit in the past flickered through his mind, and he knew that whatever the demon had done, it had probably been worse.

"Tell me," he said quietly, his voice firm. "What did she make you do?"

All the memories resurfaced and she tells Dean about how Abaddon wanted to train her to be a Knight of Hell like Cain had trained her. She wanted her to destroy, kill, be a bringer of chaos like her. She told him about how she made her slaughter an entire village.

Dean's expression twisted as he listened to the demon's words, his stomach churning at the thought of the horrors she had been forced to commit. It wasn't her fault, not really. She had been a child, manipulated and brainwashed by a monster.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice filled with compassion. "You didn't deserve that. No child does."

Her face softens. She wasn't expecting that. "Oh...thank you," She said, hesitantly. She looks at him, trying to understand him. "And...by the way...my name is Cahira," She said.

Dean's lips twitched slightly at the demon's words. Cahira. A unique name, but fitting for her.

"Cahira," he repeated, testing the name out on his tongue. "It suits you."

She can't help but smile a little at his compliment. She nods a little. "Well, I better go...thanks again, Dean," She said, giving him a soft smile.

Dean nods, his expression a mixture of serious and soft. He was letting her go, a decision that went against everything he had ever been trained to do.

"Take care of yourself, Cahira," he said quietly. "And try not to cause too much trouble out there, alright?"

"You got it" she says.

Dean watches as Cahira turns to leave, his mind still reeling from the conversation they had just had. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake, letting a demon walk free. But at the same time, he knew that he had made the right decision.

"One more thing," he calls out, his voice stopping Cahira in her tracks.

She chuckles a little and turns around "Okay, what now?"

Dean looks at the demon for a moment, taking in her playful demeanor. He feels a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"How old are you?" he asks suddenly.

"Really?" she chuckles, that's why he stopped her, again, to ask her how old she was? She can't help but smile, "Actually, or how old do I look?"

Dean raised an eyebrow at the demon's response, intrigued by her question. He ran his gaze up and down her body, assessing her appearance.

"Both," he answered simply.

"I was born in 1860," She says. "But, I obviously don't really..age. So I look, maybe twenty-something?"

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise as the demon revealed her age. 1860...that made her almost 200 years old.

"Damn," he said quietly, impressed. "I knew you were old, but I didn't think you were that old."

She chuckled, "Wooooow, thanks."

Dean grins at the demon's sarcastic tone, enjoying her playful banter. He knew he should probably be more wary of her, but he couldn't help the spark of attraction he felt towards her.

"Hey, I'm just being honest," he says, his voice teasing. "But I gotta admit, for an old gal, you don't look half bad."

She feels butterflies from his comment. "Perks of...being a demon I guess," She says, kind of insecurely.

Dean studied the demon as she averted her gaze, noticing the sadness that flickered across her face. He knew that being the daughter of Abaddon was no easy burden to bear. He had seen firsthand the destruction and chaos that the Knight of Hell had caused.

"It wasn't your fault, you know," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "None of that was your fault. You were just a kid."

She glances back at him, a warm feeling flowing through her. "Thanks...I've never been told that before."

Dean's expression softened at the demon's words, his heart aching for her at the realization that she had never received the comfort and understanding she deserved.

"Then you haven't talked to the right people," he said gently. "No one deserves to carry the weight of guilt for things that they didn't do. Especially a kid who was just being used as a pawn."

"I appreciate it, really, Dean, but, at the end of the day, I'm still a demon," She says.

Dean's eyes narrow slightly as the demon reminds him of her true nature. She was a demon, a supernatural being with powers far beyond his comprehension. Yet, he couldn't ignore the flicker of compassion he felt for her.

"I know what you are," he says seriously. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're also a person. A person who's been through hell, both literally and figuratively."

Her lips curve up into a smile. She can't help but feel almost drawn to him. But she can't allow her feelings to get the best of her.

"I should go, thanks again for everything, Dean," She says.

Dean nods, his expression a mixture of understanding and reluctance. He feels a strange pull towards the demon, a sense of connection that he can't quite explain. But he knows that he can't let his emotions get the better of him.

"Yeah, you better get going," he says roughly, his voice betraying a hint of reluctance. "Take care of yourself, Cahira."

"Yeah. And um, good luck...with the mark. I know you're trying to find a way to get rid of it," She says.

Dean's eyes widened in surprise as the demon's words hit him. He had been so focused on letting her go and keeping his emotions in check that he had almost forgotten about the Mark of Cain on his arm. But the demon had remembered, showing a shocking level of awareness and empathy.

"Thanks," he said gruffly, his tone suddenly more serious. "I appreciate that."

She nods a little with a small smile. She turns and heads down the hall, eventually reaching the stairs to the door of the bunker. She ascends the stairs, reaching the door.

Dean watches as the demon makes her way to the door, his mind still reeling from their conversation. He can't deny the odd connection he feels with her, a connection that goes beyond the typical hunter-demon dynamic.

As she reaches the door, he calls out to her suddenly, unable to keep the words from tumbling out of him.

"Wait!"

She smiled a little, also a little relieved. She doesn't want to leave, she wants to stay, feeling connected to Dean in ways she probably shouldn't feel, but she knows she needs to leave. She turns around and looks down at him from the top of the stairs, "Again?" She chuckles.

Dean grins sheepishly at the demon's teasing response, feeling a little embarrassed for calling out to her again. But he can't help himself.

"One more thing, I swear," he says, his voice almost playful.

"Okay, Dean, one more thing," She says.

Dean's heart thumps a little harder in his chest as the demon turns back to face him, his mind racing. There's so much he wants to say, so many questions he wants to ask. But he knows it's not the time or place.

"Just...promise me something," he says suddenly, his voice serious.

"Haven't I promised you enough, Winchester?" She lets out a small laugh.

Dean raises an eyebrow at the demon's sarcastic response, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't be a smartass," he retorts, his tone affectionate. "Just bear with me for a minute, alright?"

"Okay, what else do you want me to promise you?"

Dean hesitates for a moment, unsure if he wants to voice the request that's been swirling in his mind. But the pull he feels towards the demon is too strong to ignore. He takes a deep breath and speaks.

"Don't disappear. Don't just vanish off the face of the earth. I...want to see you again."

She feels a warmth fall across her cheeks, even as she tries to hide it. She nods a little, "Yeah...I-I promise."

A wave of relief washes over Dean as the demon nods in agreement. Part of him can't believe he's even asking her to promise something like this, but he can't deny the inexplicable pull he feels towards her.

"Good," he says quietly, his voice a little gruff. "That's good. I...I'll hold you to that promise, you know."

She nods again, "Goodbye, Dean," She says.

Dean watches as the demon turns to leave once again, his heart tugging at the sight of her back toward him. He knows he should let her go, that it's the best thing for both of them. But he can't shake the feeling of loss that's already starting to settle in.

"Bye, Cahira," he says softly, his voice tinged with reluctance.

She walks out, taking a deep breath when she reaches the fresh air. She walks down the road, going somewhere. Where? She doesn't know. But she does know if she stays, her feelings will get the best of her. She needs to get away from here. Far away.

Dean watches the demon until she disappears out of sight, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. Part of him is glad that he let her go, but another part of him feels a pang of loss at watching her leave. He shakes his head, trying to push the feelings down, but they linger in the back of his mind.

He turns and heads back into the bunker, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the demon he had just let walk away.

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A/N: I'm honestly so excited for this. I hope you guys enjoy it! It's gonna be a long one probably.

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@justwhisperingfantasies

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[beef-brisket]

((Ohmygod- he left his yard!

And eat double shit Alastor!))

Lucifer snuggled up in his blankets. He couldn't believe he did that. He's never even thought of going over there before.

And if he ignored how quickly his heart was beating and how much his hands were shaking, it wasn't too bad. He didn't see Alastor, and the walk... was okay. Nothing happened.

He hoped Adam didn't mind him dailing before he got to the door, but Lucifer had a feeling he'd understand.

-

Lucifer stood at his door, the morning light streamed into his house. It looked gorgeous outside. There was a light mist, and the grass had dew on it. Lucifer loved mornings like this.

Tightening the band of his dressing gown, he opened the door and made his way to the letter box.

He almost jumped when he saw Adam standing eith his back facing him.

What was he doing?

Lucifer cleared his throat, and worked up the courage to say something: N-Nice morning, huh?

Jumping, Adam turned and smiled brightly at Lucifer. He swore the guy was made out of literal sunlight or something.

Adam: Hey, Lu! Yeah, it's great, huh?

Lucifer nods: You uh... you okay?

Adam: Oh, yeah. Just... stressed out, you know? Between the move, my job and... this mess.

Lucifer: Y-yeah, the previous owner- d-didn't really care...

Adam: That's an understatement... did you know that along our fence line are sunflowers?

Lucifer scanned the fence line and eyed the uncomfortable, dead looking stalks.

Lucifer: Oh- no, I didn't.

Adam: Yeah, neither did I. Look at these poor things! They look ready to turn to dust as soon as a strong breeze blows past... but I shouldn't judge. Some people don't have the time, or their sick...

Adam sighed and ran his hand through his hair: I'll get there... I like your garden, it's low maintenance, but also neat, you know? It's nice.

Lucifer smiled, and his daughter put a lot of work in maintaining his yard. And even though it's mostly just bushes and some small ground coverings, it does look good.

Lucifer: I'm sure Charlie would love to hear that.

Adam: Oh yeah? She offered to help with mine... if she's not too busy in the future, I might have to take her up on it. It's driving me crazy looking at it- and don't get me started on the backyard.

Lucifer laughed at how annoyed Adam looked. He had a pout of his face that made him look like a child about to have a tantrum.

Adam: Hey, uh... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. Coming to your door, I mean. Your daughter and... Al, have told me a little bit about what's going with you- and I'd hate it if I did anything to make you... worry or panic- I swear, that's not what I wa t to do- fuck, now I'm panicking.

Lucifer chuckled: I-I'm okay, Adam. It was a little... jarring. But, when I saw it was you- I calmed down a little.

Adam: Oh. Oh! That's great! Holy shit, I was so worried... okay- uh, I won't do that too often, I swear! Speaking of, I should stop holding you up- I've got to go to work anyway... God.

Adam ran his hands down his face. He needed a job like Lucifer, where he never had to go anywhere. But then, Lucifer's is for medical reasons, Adam's just lazy and hates dressing up like a catholic boy going to church.

Lucifer: I... don't mind talking to you. It's... relaxing, almost. You're funny.

Adam: Oh, I know. I did a talent show when I was in primary.

Lucifer: You did?

Adam: Yeah, man. I made everyone piss themselves! I was great. Or I would have been if my talent wasn't playing one of the hardest metal guitar rifts in fucking history. Word of advice: Don't play the music of the Devil in front of nearly two hundred Christians.

Lucifer laughed: O-Okay, I'll heed that advice.

Adam: Good! And I won't charge you. Shit- I better go. Have a good day, Lu!

Lucifer: You to, Adam!

Lucifer followed Adam out- but only to the letter box.

They gave wachother a quick wave, and Lucifer watched as Adam drove off.

He chuckled when he could still hear Adam's music at the end of the street. That man's going to go deaf surely.

Charlie: Hey dad!

Lucifer smiled widely and opened the gate for his daughter. He instantly eyes the plastic container in her hands.

Lucifer: Ooh! You've been baking!

Charlie chuckled: Of course! I couldn't come empty handed.

They gave each other a hug and a quick kiss before walking inside.

Charlie: You doing okay?

Lucifer: Yes! Good- would you like a tea ot coffee?

Charlie smiled: Coffee, please dad.

Trapped Heart

@beef-brisket

⚠️This deals with Agoraphobia, anxiety, depression, and mentions of domestic abuse ⚠️

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Adam: Well that's the last of them.

He looked around his new home and smiled, this place was so much better than his last home and a third of the price too.

They were practically giving it away.

There was his lawn mower that was on the truck still.

Adam went out to put it in the garage when he noticed his neighbor, a short blonde man getting his mail from his box. He was better looking than his last neighbor.

Adam waved: Hey!

Lucifer jumped as he grasped his mail, he looked over and saw a handsome brunette standing in the driveway across the road smiling and waving.

Lucifer: O-Oh, hi!

Adam: Names Adam, I just moved in.

Lucifer: N-nice to meet you! I'm Lucifer, I hope you like it here.

He wanted to be polite and welcome his new neighbor right, but he could already feel the cold tendrils of anxiety start to slowly crawl through his skin trying to wrap around him like a vice grip.

How long has he been outside? His heart started to beat a little hard with each moment he's not back in his home. He could die! He's not safe he needs to get back!

Adam: Yeah me too.

By the looks of it he already likes what he sees.

Lucifer nodded, he could feel the tremors starting in his hands the palms getting sweaty.

He needs to go.

Lucifer: I-It was nice to meet you Adam! B-But I need to get going.

Adam: Oh okay, maybe we can hang out sometime?

Lucifer gave a tight smile: Y-yeah.

He waved again to be polite and tried not to run back to his house, his therapist said it was good for him to be out as long as he could stand it.

Pushing himself a little each day. Today him reached his limit.

Once his front door was closed and locked behind relief washed over him, he's safe now nothing can hurt him. He hugged his mail to his chest, he needed to sit down.

Lucifer went over and placed everything on the coffee table. He tried to remember his breathing exercises.

Adam seemed very nice, maybe he'll send Charlie over when she comes to give him a proper greeting.

-

Adam tilted his head as he watched his new neighbor go into his home, if he didn't know any better he would say the man was panicked. Did he do something? He knows his personality can be a little brash at times but he thought he was being polite.

A man that lived beside him came out for his mail as well.

Adam: Hi! Umm, I'm new here.

Alastor: Oh hello! I'm Alastor, I guess that makes us neighbors.

Adam chuckled: Guess so. Umm, if I may ask, is the man that lives there okay? I didn't intend to upset him.

Alastor looked over at Lucifer's home and rolled his eyes.

Alastor: Getting the mail was he? Don't worry about it that man's afraid of his own shadow. I wouldn't waste my time, he never leaves his house.

Well that sounded a little dramatic.

Adam: What?

Alastor leaned on the fence: Oh yeah, Mr. Morgenstern over there never leaves his house. Rumor has it that his wife used to beat the fuck out of him in the home but it was worse when they were in public. Apparently she'd just humiliate him and others would join in making things worse. He was never free of her but at least in the home he could be alone.

Adam was horrified to hear that: Dude, the fuck, is that true?

Alastor shrugged: Not sure. All I know that is true is she left him nearly 8 years ago and he's become some kind of hermit that never leaves the damn house. His daughter Charlie, sweet girl you'll likely meet her, comes over from time to time.

Adam looked over at Lucifer's house, that couldn't all be true right? Maybe some was and the rest is telephone gossip extras?

Him and Alastor parted ways, he had to put everything away in his house. All the while his mind kept going back to the handsome neighbor across the way.

[greentrickster]

Me going into this weekend: Well, it's time for the local anime convention, the one that I've been preparing for since December and worked super hard so I'd have lots of mage plushies in the store I sell them at downtown, all ready for excited anime fans to buy them!

This weekend: Protesters gridlock downtown on Saturday (aka, the Busy Day, aka the Profitable Day) because they can't handle the concept of a drag queen doing story time for kids at the library, someone escalates this to a very effective bomb threat that's fortunately fake but still forces local shops to close and the reading to be cancelled for the sake of safety, it pours rain, and is the coldest weekend we've had all month to boot. All the shops and the downtown farmer's market that brought in extra stock and produce in preparation for what is traditionally a very profitable weekend for local businesses due to exploring convention members are left in the lurch.

Me, now: (lying in my bed trying to console myself with humour) ...this did not go according to keikaku.*

*keikaku means plan

[pocketramblr]

fae court but it's a legal court, changelings are fae they leave in place of human jurors during the trial because it's the best way to prevent the trial from just becoming a bunch of fairies trying to one up the best bargain for their vote with the accused

[early-sxnsets]

haaaaiiii guyyyyssss (gn) probably gonna be on here more often again soon. life events occurring. have occurred? still occurring, i suppose.

i'll probably post abt it more in depth at some ltr point, still in the very early stages of some stuff. i dont want to classify them as positive or negative things, however they're certainly things.

there's a lot of thoughts in my brain (hah), and ultimately i want to share them, but for now this is kind of me waving at everyone with a smile while my life has an "under construction" sign

[kerosene-saint]

I'm fairly certain people don't realize just how much they still assign genders to certain colors subconsciously

[neverendingford]

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[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[OC's]

(image description under the cut)

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

What do you think your specialty area is in terms of fandom knowledge? I'm curious what everyone would say!

Oh god... I don't know...

I kind of generally focused on pure Canon when I was writing fics more often, tracking details.

I guess.... compared to other blogs... I brought up the timelines more?

Like, the best example of that is my fic Velaris. I think after the first 2 parts were up, I sat down and skimmed through ACOTAR (as in the first book, not the whole series) and actually made a full timeline of exact dates when things happened. Initially in relation to one another (assuming "couple" meant two and "few" meant 3 for things like "a couple days passed"), but you'd also get corrector lines like "it had been exactly three months" that helped fix where Maas had just said "several days passed" or other general terms.

I then reverse-engineered a timeline assuming Calanmai was May Day, established a general date (give or take a week) when Amarantha's deal was up, used THAT to reverse-engineer when the shields went up, and dialed the years, days, and months accordingly.

So like, in Part 4 especially, that's not a random number for years and days trapped, that is as exact as it's possible to get.

So, you could call it a specialty in terms of knowledge I had that I didn't notice other blogs featuring. But everyone was well versed in general Canon (I'm using past tense thinking back to when this blog was more active).

[soutsuji]

I love it when I'm doing research and sources start referencing sources I've already read. Makes me feel like I'm winning some sort of game

[slapintoaslimjim]

requited love

how the mha characters would react to finding out you also have feelings for them

includes: i.midoryia, k.bakugou, s.todoroki

a/n: this is part one, i'll be making part two with Kiri, kami, and sero soon :3

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izuku midoryia

-found out by uraraka just randomly dropping in her sentences about how you always talk about him

-"yeah y/n mentions about you two hanging out to me a lot, she also called you cute!" "wait whAT?!"

-but, he doesn't want to jump to conclusions and make a fool out of himself in case if he's just reading into it too much

-cue him stressing himself out over it to the max

-because what do you mean the person he's crushed on since his first year at UA likes him back?! no she might not.. okay but she does because she talks to uraraka about their hang outs all time and called him cute!

-yeah, its an internal battle for a while

-i've mentioned in a previous drabble that he is the type to write a love letter. so yep! you guessed it!

-he's writing that letter for you

-BUT! before he gives it to you, he manages to get a somewhat concrete answer if you actually like him from uraraka

Katsuki Bakugou

-he already knew lol

-he's a highly observant person, and as your friendship grew he watched as the way you act with him is so different (to him) versus with your other friends

-its the way when he talks your full undivided attention is always on him, a soft smile on your face, too

-or when events happen around campus, your first instinct is to invite him with you

-or how you're constantly checking up on him and making sure he doesn't over do himself when training

-you didn't do this the first few months of the friendship, and it can be very easily overlooked by the others and it is but he notices these subtle things

-and when you two are hanging out alone, that tough, hard exterior that he had, crumbles

-you become his kryptonite, and he has a hard time for a while accepting the fact that he has feelings for you too, beyond platonic

-because why did that hug you gave him make his heart palpate? Mina is constantly hugging everyone, including him, and that never happens with her

-because yes, katsuki may struggle with his feelings. but he's not an idiot. he knows the difference between romantic and platonic

-and what he feels, he knows it's not platonic anymore

shoto todoroki

-he suspects it, but doesn't think too much of it at first

-he's dense, yeah. maybe bad with knowing and spotting romantic feelings. but, he does realize how you act with him

-because you're a bit more forward with your actions and words to him (because lets be honest, if you're not, he's not going to get the slightest hint)

-''awe the suit looks so good on you, sho! you look so cute!" "..huh..?"

-or your excuse to constantly be around be at some extent, always hugging him or wanting some sort of skinship with him

-which he slowly but surely opens up to the idea with you

-and izuku is the wingman for both of you; hearing both of your stories about each other and offering advice the best he can

-eventually izuku just blatantly tells him that you like the boy while he's talking to izuku since shoto is obviously conflicted

-"todoroki.. y/n does like you. you're not looking too deep into it" "........"

-time for him to steal his daddy's card and take you on that date he's been mentally planning

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 7

It was a nice sunny day in Gotham, Alfred had set up a family picnic in the gardens of the manor. For the most part it was peaceful, Dick, Jason, and Tim had only gotten into five distinct arguments/fights in the last hour, Cass and Barbara were meditating under a tree, Steph was suntanning, Duke was enjoying the food Alfred made, Damian was giving Danny another lesson on swordsmanship.

As for Bruce, he was happy seeing his family get along and getting a chance to relax and have fun. He quietly wished that this day could continue without any unexpected surprises.

A green portal opened above them and a white and green blur came out of it and pounced on Danny. Danny stumbled to the floor with a white-haired, green-eyes girl on top of him.

Danny: Ellie!

Ellie: Danny!

They got up and hugged.

Ellie: I've missed you!

Danny: I've missed you too.

They got up.

Ellie: So this is your new family?

Danny looked around to see the rest of the batfam ready to fight.

Ellie: Jumpy aren't they?

Danny: Yeah they are. He looked at Ellie. Ellie if you don't mind can you detransforms? We're currently just together as civilians.

Ellie: Sure thing. Ellie detransformed.

Danny: Everyone this is Ellie, my clone/little sister. Ellie this is my family.

The Bats looked at Danny and Ellie back and forth.

Ellie: You didn't tell them about me did you?

Danny: I could have sworn that I did.

Jason: No Danny you did not!

Danny: Ellie this is my dad Jason.

Ellie (running up to Jason, giving him a hug): Hi! Danny's told me so much about you in his letters!

Jason: Hi, good to meet you too. Jason looked down at her. So... you're a clone?

Ellie: Yeah, I was created by Vlad back when he was still evil. We're all chill now.

Jason (looking at Danny): Kid, how could you not mention you have a sister?

Ellie: Well he doesn't have A sister.

Jason: Danny!?

Danny: I have another sister, an older one, her name is Jazz, she's 19 and lives in Metropolis. I sometimes fly over there to visit her.

Jason: Kid!

Danny: Sorry, Jazz doesn't want to be involved with this superhero stuff while she's in college unless she really needs to, and Ellie lives in the Infinite Realms full-time.

Jason: ...I can't even be mad, this is exactly the kind of thing I would pull.

Ellie: You're family is weird.

Danny: And I love them all the same.

Alfred: Miss Ellie would you like to join our picnic?

Ellie: Oh I wouldn't want to intrude.

Damian: You came out of a portal, and attacked my nephew and pupil, disrupting our lesson, you have intruded.

Ellie: Damian I presume?

Damian: Indeed.

Ellie (choosing chaos): Danny also writes about you, you're his favorite uncle.

Dick and Tim: WHAT!?

Damian: I am?

Ellie: Yes, he loves going on patrol with you and your swordsmanship lessons.

Damian: ...You are welcomed to stay as long as you like, niece.

Ellie: Thank you.

Ellie walked towards the picnic table and started eating some strawberries. Meanwhile Dick and Tim approached Danny.

Dick and Tim: Explain yourself!

Danny: She's lying I don't have a favorite! [Internally: Ellie's not wrong that Damian's my favorite, but I've never written that down!]

Dick: Good, because we all know I'm your favorite.

Tim: In your dreams Richard, I am.

Dick: No you're not Timothy.

Tim: Yes I am.

Dick: No you're not!

Dick rushed towards Tim and the two started fighting.

Damian: Let's continue our lesson Danny, we've wasted valuable time, we don't need to watch does two fight it out for the sixth time in the last hour.

Danny: Yes sir!

Alfred: Master Duke, thank you for not losing your composure.

Duke: Too busy eating right now to care.

Bruce (on the brink of tears): Why does the universe hate me? Why can't we have one normal day?

(Master Post)