#anyway please play Pyre

[thornsnfeathers]

finished Pyre for the first time

[deityoftherain]

redhot anger - Snowbugs Wild Life Session Three Fanfic

there are wild life session three spoilers because it takes place then

Rating: Gen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,028

Summary: It's Wild Life Session Three, and Tango is (rightfully) frustrated, stressed, annoyed, and angry- everything was going wrong and he could only contain himself, his emotions, his /fire/, for so long before everything boiled over... luckily, Scott is there to help (takes place around the time Tango is GRAJFHDSJKHFSDJ-ing as his base burns)

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Tango saw red.

He did! Promise!

And Tango didn’t mean that he saw red in the metaphorical way, like people often claim to when they are very angry, though, well– he supposed that interpretation wasn’t necessarily wrong either, but still! He was furious and stressed, and he was having to pierce his tongue with his fanged teeth to bite back the long string of swears threatening to escape his lips. 

Ugh, why did Grian insist that they attempt to stay PG while playing a death game?

He knew the answer, but that didn’t mean he cared for it, but Tango tried his best to not argue and abide by them anyway. It was a small price to pay to be included.

Tango was a blazeborn, and because of his heritage, his vision literally became tinted with red the more extreme his emotions became. Doc theorized that it was something related to how red his eyes were, but seeing how very few blazeborns even attempted to live a full life away from the nether and their birth Pyre, there was little information on them in the overworld, and the goat-creeper hybrid hadn’t gotten around to attempting in-depth research on blazeborn anatomy or culture before getting to know Tango.

Anger simmered violently in his stomach, threatening to boil over as he tried (and failed) to manage his stress and frustration. Everything seemed to be going wrong for him, and it was all piling up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tolerate it all! His hair grew in both size and temperature as he stalked away from his murder snail and complained about the actions of others. Even while actively moving and talking, it was difficult to think clearly, difficult to focus!

The extra energy and adrenaline that pumped through his veins were the result of territorial instincts every blaze had ingrained in their code, aiding them as they protected whatever they thought of as theirs. If Tango lived his life like most other blazeborns have the last who-knows-how-long, then perhaps he could have cultivated his fury to be a mighty asset to his Pyre, likely tasked to guard a nether fortress from invaders, but that life wasn’t for him. Tango knew that for a fact, and even if he wasn’t as sure, he doubted his old Pyre would welcome him back with open arms after functionally deserting them. 

Even if they would accept his return, Tango didn’t plan to crawl back to his old Pyre and prove them right, that he would regret leaving his home. There were times where he grew uncomfortably needy, desperate for a Pyre’s connection, but he’s learned to soothe himself by seeking out his friends. They were his Pyre now, even if he hadn’t expressed such a concept to them yet. They didn’t need to know the exact reason why he was suddenly clinging to anyone who would let him after emerging from working on redstone the past two weeks.

If the involuntary response had any uses for the life he led now, he didn’t know them. All Tango could see were downsides, his genetic coding maladapted to the world he was currently living in. Whenever his emotions got the best of him, he attempted to control himself, he really did, but it wasn’t like the fragility of the overworld could handle any margin of error like the nether could. Tango struggled often to tame the fire and bloodlust within him when every fiber of his being itched– screamed– to destroy, destroy, destroy!

Such an instinct may have been a strength to his ancestors, but it wasn’t to Tango, and he learned to despise this part of himself over the years. The willpower he had to gather in order to hold himself back– to prevent himself from becoming as hot as a dying star– was astronomical, and maintaining it was sickening. 

When Tango’s vision went red, he would make senseless choices and take irrational risks, but there wasn’t much he could do. It wasn’t like he had a say in the coding of his genetics! It wasn’t his fault that he was hardwired for a much warmer climate, one where he could let off steam when it got this bad without causing irreparable damage! It wasn’t–

Do it, a voice in the back of his mind tempted. Burn bright and fierce. Show them how dangerous you really are. Make them fear you, Tango! Don’t let them view you as weak.

Tango shook his head as if to physically dismiss the thought, trying to bring himself back into the moment. If his friends were speaking to him, he wasn’t registering a thing they said. He knew that he needed to calm down, but the quickest way was to burn off steam, but it was too risky, it was too much! Too much, too much, too much–

He could accidentally hurt someone, which may have been fine if he was permitted to kill, but he wasn’t a red name yet, and he couldn’t break the rules like that without consequences, and he didn’t want the others to hate him or kick him out of the game... Tango didn’t want to lose his friends, his Pyre! He had worked too hard to get to where he was just to let it all slip through his fingers like grains of sand!

Smoke and fumes billowed off of him, unable to prevent their existence any longer. The rational part of his mind ordered him to jump into the water, to extinguish himself before this whole section of the map looked more like a meteor landing site than a base, but his body refused to obey. His body seemed to move without him consciously aware of what he was doing, and he could hear himself talking, but he couldn’t make out what he or his friends were saying. Focus, Tek! Focus!

Tango had to stay calm– try to stay calm– the normal way, even as his body was trembling with the effort. Even as he jumped around the base he hadn’t even managed to finish before someone (cough, Scar) took a flint and steel to it, attempting to outrun Tangastrapod, his snailificatior of death! Even as various snarls, growls, and irritated cries spilled out of him…

Everything was just building, building, building, and he braced for his will and spirit to finally Snap! under the pressure, and, and– it never came. 

Instead, something pleasantly cold took Tango’s hand in their hold. The contrasting sensation seemed to snap Tango out of whatever funk he had entered, the red that flooded his senses clearing up as his consciousness was fully returned to his body. Tango blinked rapidly, encouraging his eyes to focus on the owner of the cold.

“It’s okay, Tango, just breathe,” Scott instructed serenely, tone even and touch soothing. “Big breath in, deep breath out, just like that. Good job, firefly, you’re doing great. Just like that, keep going, keep focusing on breathing and the sound of my voice.”

Tango did his best to match Scott’s exaggerated breathing, though he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact. As the blinding irritation eased, shame and self-consciousness took its place. Tango’s gaze fell to his right palm, the hand Scott was cradling gingerly.

Using his ice abilities, Scott traced designs made of ice on his up and down Tango’s arm. Because of Tango’s abnormally high body temperature, the ice designs didn’t last long, melting and then promptly turning into steam, but Scott didn’t complain. Instead, Scott simply acted as if the evaporated ice just gave him more of a canvas, replacing the designs as soon as the previous ones dissipated.

As Tango surrendered to the tranquil and pacifying nature of his boyfriend’s chilly touch, his emotions settled and his body temperature lowered enough for the flame on his head to shrink. Tango’s code prevented his fire from charring anyone or anything under a certain degree, which is part of what made his raging emotions so hazardous to those around him. 

The ice designs Scott created began to last longer, Scott’s magic able to hold itself together against Tango’s typical range of heat. This meant that Scott’s canvas wasn’t renewing itself as fast, but that didn’t deter him. Instead, Scott expanded his canvas, trailing the artistry from Tango’s arm over his shoulder to spread the ice to his chest and then down his other arm. 

Tango may have described it like a warm hug, but, well, it was quite the opposite, and it was fantabular, just so everyone was aware of that fact. He cracked a weak smile at the silliness of his mind, but it dropped after only a heartbeat of time as embarrassment took over as his primary emotion.

He slumped forward into his boyfriend, resting his forehead against Scott’s shoulder and sighing heavily. Scott wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer to his chest. His boyfriend was so pleasantly cold that Tango wanted nothing more than to curl up in a comfortable bed and allow Scott to small spoon him, but that wasn’t an option right now… It wouldn’t be until the games were over. They were a part of different factions, and the session was still running, meaning they couldn’t stay still much longer or those stupid jerks would catch up, even though they seemed to have moved a decent bit away from their snails.

“Thank you,” Tango murmured, breaking the quiet peace sooner than he wanted, but he had already taken enough of Scott’s time. He knew it was important to Scott to play these games fair and by the rules, and the rules instructed against outside-the-game-earned favoritism, and Tango hadn’t done anything to earn Scott’s favor since Wild Life started. With how things have been going for him and his team, Tango was sure he’s done the opposite and he doubted that would change anytime soon.

“Of course, lovebug. It’s the least I could do.” Scott continued to rub gentle circles on Tango’s back as he pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead. Void, Tango loved him. “Feeling any better?”

Tango raised his head so he could look up at his boyfriend, forever grateful that Scott loved him back. Instead of a verbal answer, Tango reached up to cup Scott’s face with both his hands, gently guiding him down a few inches so Tango could kiss him. Scott allowed Tango to take the lead with the kiss, though he pulled away before it became too deep.

“I would love to stay here and kiss you breathless,” Scott started, sneaking in the flirt with a teasing gleam in his beautiful blue eyes, “but I don’t think our snails will leave us alone for much longer. I don’t know about you, but I would love not to go down a life when I could have prevented it.”

Tango’s tail straightened in alarm, spinning on his heel to look at where Scott had glanced. As expected, Tangastropod and whatever Scott’s snail was named were crawling dangerously close to them. 

Scott interlocked Tango’s fingers with his before breaking into a mild run, pulling Tango behind him. “Come on! If they get too close, they will leap forward!”

Tango squeaked in surprise as he stumbled after his boyfriend, struggling to gain his footing at first, but he refused to let go of Scott’s hold, not yet. An amused laugh escaped Tango’s lips as he and his boyfriend ran away from their snails of death together, the humor not lost on him now that he was feeling better, and Scott joined in on his laughter, which was always music to Tango’s ears. 

Scott hadn’t magically taken away his all-consuming emotions, of course… and Tango was sure he would become victim to them again, that much was to be assumed, but, well… Scott had been there for Tango when he had needed him, when he had needed an anchor to ground him to reality and help him regain control of himself, and that was more than enough for him. Tango knew it would all be okay, as long as he had his friends, his loved ones, his Pyre by his side.

[melrosing]

anyway I'm gonna start posting My Own Robert's Rebellion Adaptation ep by ep because.... GRRM's never gonna do it?? I have too much time?? both?? stay tuned

rules are I can fuck with timelines a little as a treat, but not so much that events/character ages & development are changed. so for example Aerys doesn’t actually make Tywin hand till four years into his reign I think, but who actually cares when Jaehaerys died, let’s say it was a little later and that Tywin was made Hand straight off

finally I am picturing a two season show where this one ends w Harrenhal. anyway

Next Part: Episode 2

Episode 1: Aerys' Dad Dies

We open on the body of King Jaehaerys II, lying in state at the Sept of Baelor. There’s a silent congregation standing around him, and closest of all his children, Aerys and Rhaella. Between them stands their young son, Rhaegar

At the King’s council as they discuss next steps from here. Right now, Aerys seems faintly charming, albeit with a jagged edge. There’s mention of Rhaella’s new pregnancy, and a fear that the distress of losing their father might cause her ill health. Everyone wants the transition to Aerys’ rule to be smooth as possible, so he must choose a Hand asap. His council have ideas; Aerys has one of his own 🦁

We are introduced to Tywin Lannister, travelling in a golden coach (obvs) to King’s Landing. With him are Joanna and their year-old twins. Tywin looks pleased with himself; Joanna notes he’s not Hand yet, but Tywin has no doubt he will be

The Lannisters are greeted jovially by Aerys, who is a little too familiar with Joanna, making her, Tywin and Rhaella equally uncomfortable. Aerys is introduced to the Lannister twins (inadvertantly meeting his own future murderer - 🚨 kill bill sirens 🚨 ), and welcomes all. Generally just appears a bit too upbeat for a funeral, because as a human being he is just fundamentally Off

The funeral: burning Jaehaerys’ body in a ‘manmade pyre’. Aerys mumbles they used to have dragons for this, the implication being that there’s something faintly undignified about this for a Targaryen. Rhaella weeps, and Rhaegar stares hard into the flames because he is a weird 👏 kid 👏

Rhaella and Joanna take a walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. Rhaella implies having noticed Aerys’ behaviour towards her, and that she has noticed it before. Joanna quietly asserts that she does not invite it. Rhaella says she knows - Aerys is like that

Aerys and Tywin meet for post-funeral drinks in Aerys’ solar. Aerys comments that he finds Rhaegar kind of strange and bookish, and believes he has too much of his mother in him. More generally, we see both the familiar and the fractious in how Aerys and Tywin engage, and have some sense of the two being childhood friends (insofar as either of these men even know what a friend is ❤️). Aerys offers the position of Hand to Tywin. Tywin plays a little hard to get, but ultimately agrees. A rare Tywin smile is witnessed x

The coronation: Targ aesthetic dialled up to eleven, because I imagine the more insecure Targaryen kings would cling to it in the absence of dragons. Aerys passes the dragon skulls on his way to the throne (some heavy-handed visual foreshadowing by urs truly xo). Watching on are the heads of the greathouses and their young scions: Aerys death stands all about him in the room, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Rhaella too receives a crown, and somehow doesn’t looked thrilled about it

Final scene sees Rhaegar sitting crosslegged on the floor of his bedchamber with a book and a candle, singing a Valyrian song to himself - the words are not translated

[eye-of-the-silver-dragon]

Hey hi sorry to my mutuals for flooding your dashboards with Transistor content, it's just That Time of Year Again and I am frothing at the mouth to play Transistor and Pyre and Hades again

Anyway, please expect more Supergiant Games-posting from me in the next 7-100 business days (or at least until Christmas, let's be real)

[silversiren1101]

At The End - OCKiss24 Salvadore x Minovae

I managed to find time to actually participate in a writing event! We can thank my new ADHD meds for that I'm sure. Anyway, this first is featuring my Minovae and @dmagedgoods Salvadore, who I have long cherished their relationship as much as it's fascinated me. They're what could have been and what could never be. I'm so happy with how this came out - please know I cried multiple times while writing it!

Violet eyes looked out over the city below and beyond the marble balustrade. Smoke rose from nearly every main plaza and thoroughfare, and even what seemed to be the most innocuous of alleyways as well as the highest parapets. For the first in some many decades, nay, a century, even, there was no cause for alarm from this. It wasn’t demons ravaging the last line of defense in this nation that both was and wasn’t, but now could be. The war hadn’t reached here, Nerosyan, the capital, because the war was over.

The Knight Commander had done it. Knight Commander Salvadore had closed the Worldwound. Where no other could, and it hadn’t been for lack of trying, but for all so much bloodsoaked and desperate failure, the war had finally ended.

And by a poncy, arrogant noble with a stick up his ass to rival even Iomedae’s.

Miracles, it seemed, weren’t in so short supply as the name of this age had made it seem.

Minovae sighed deeply looking out over the city with its night sky filled with smoke for the first time not from war but from celebration, her tail listlessly hanging off the edge between the balusters. Bonfires beat back the darkness, and she realized then that the smell and sight was what was making her stomach clench and eyes rimmed with wet. How much like home it was, poor battered and stripped Westcrown, whose nightly pyres weren’t out of any cause for celebration but to beat back the shadow-beasts that stalked her streets once the sun set and feared the light.

A home she knew she’d never see again.

The ache in her mind from Thrune’s brand told her as much. She’d never make it as far as Westcrown once she crossed the border of homeland. They’d take her back to Egorian, where the beginning of this end began, and they’d put the loose end that she was to close once and for all. It was coming. Soon. She knew it was. They might even be ready to disappear her as soon as she stepped from Nerosyan’s walls.

The thought only reinforced that emptiness that pervaded her. She had nothing left to fight for, anyway. Even more, she’d fought alongside heroes. She’d helped do the impossible. The Crusades were over, and she’d played no small part in it. Even the fact she wore this evening not her armor, its weight heavy and familiar comfort, but finery, felt strange. So much of her existence had been defined by steel and blood and blade and shield, and now it was drawing to a close not in the middle of a craggy field that smelled of iron, but on the night of celebration, in a gala hosted by literal royalty.  

The liquor in her glass burned comfortingly as she took another sip. ‘As strong as you have’, she’d told the man, who’d grinned and reached under the bar for something so old and dusty she hadn’t been able to catch the label. It did the trick, vapors stinging her nose and warming her throat and gut better than anything she’d had in years, and she reminded herself to thank him before she left for the night.

“Ah, here you are.”

She would have started had her senses not been dulled by drink—truthfully, this was her fifth glass. The clink of the ice as she’d knocked it back had disguised his footsteps, she surmised. He had no reason to sneak up on her tonight, and he walked with all the confidence and bravado his station and title presumed on his behalf at nearly all times.

“Here I am…”, she flicked her gaze to the corner as he came to the balcony balustrade, leaning against it, mindful of her tail where it trailed across the marble. Those icy blues locked onto hers and held that gaze firm. She might have thought it a challenge, or some type of implied order as he was oft to give, had his lips not been lightly tugged ever so upwards at their corners into a smile that was, by all accounts, warm. She stared at those lips perhaps a moment too long, before continuing. “Though I’m not sure it is really you, Sal, with such an expression on that face.”

He took no offense to the diminutive of his name. Not with her, at least. But she did note the quirk in his brow; inquisitive.

“My dear, it is a night for celebration, if you have not noticed.

“And so even the great Salvadore can afford himself a smile? I see”, she smirked.

It felt bitter. Even as happy as she truly was for him, for all of them, the emptiness of her future had tainted this night before it had even began. She quickly returned her gaze to the bottom of the glass cradled between her fingers, dangling over the edge of open air above the city below.

A heavy beat of silence passed. She knew without meeting that gaze again that he was aware something was weighing on her. He was one of the few she’d ever met that matched her ability to read nearly anyone, no matter how inscrutable.

“You should go back inside, you know. It is a night for celebration, after all”, she used his own words, hoping it would rub him wrong enough to just make him leave. “I’m sure they’ll be wondering where the man of the evening is.”

But, she knew the copious drink had taken her off her game tonight. Normally she could handle him as she did other nobles, though certainly not lightly–he’d ever been one of her most difficult rivals. Even admitting as such had rankled her, but now, here, she could only think of the term fondly. She internally cursed the sweet heat cloying her thoughts.

“Without you? Without whom this would not be possible? No, my dear, your absence has been noticeable enough. You have spent enough time endearing the night air with your appearance, when it would be much better spent on the unworthy eyes back inside.”

She snorted at that. Shook her head. “Are you saying I look nice?”

“Is that such a surprise? You look beautiful. It is a crime that the first time I have seen you in a dress, you’ve spent most of it hiding away.”

It was true. She’d been present for the opening ceremonies, of course. She’d even started the night just as lively and bright as nearly everyone else, dancing one or two waltzes with their friends—then, someone had asked her what she would do next, after all this was done.

And the brand seared into her mind had started to ache.

She swallowed down a sigh, not wanting him to hear. Her tail, heavy, almost languidly, pulled itself back up from the plummet she wanted to take before them and instead squished the air like shoulders would a shrug.

“You could have always ordered me into a dress, if you were so desperate to see it.”

“It would not have looked half as radiant on you than one donned willingly. I can see there was truth to your stories. Any lesser man in there would crumple before you, if you had your heart set on crushing theirs.”

Had he always been this funny, she wondered. No, it was the alcohol working in his favor. Still, she chuckled. Heat licked to the skin beneath her scaled cheeks. She knew she must’ve looked much like a watermelon then–those green-tinted opals sitting in a sea of red.

“Alright, alright. Need I tattle to Daeran with how much you’re trying to butter me up?” 

It was an empty threat and joke, they both knew. The only thing Daeran would be mad at was that he was not here to see and hear this for himself. 

“When I left, he was last doing what I expected you  to be doing all evening. Dancing the night away, breaking those hearts with each hand he trades for another.”

“I’m glad he’s enjoying himself. It’s just… louder in there than I remember…”, she answered wistfully. “I’m not used to being around so many people again. At least, not in a war camp… without my armor.”

He knew all about her past navigating through galas and parties much like these. She’d told him as such, how she used to stalk her prey on their own grounds, playing their own game; the Hellknight who’d eschew her armor for a dress and weapon for an invitation to dance, luring the guilty in with honey only to bring them to the guillotine all the same.

She only hoped he’d accept the excuse. Just telling him the truth would kill her. Him, possibly, too. Literally. The last thing she wanted on her record before she went to the Boneyard was taking down the angelic hero who’d ended the Crusades in a blackened, infernal blaze of her brand detonating.

“It has quieted some. The wine has seen to that, and most have had their choices in dance.”

She hummed. “Then surely my presence isn’t that missed.”

“On the contrary”—a shift of movement caught her attention. She looked back up from her glass toward him once more, and found a hand, fingers lightly curled upward, extended in invitation towards her.

“This entire Crusade, you have bragged about your prowess on the dance floor and told me of your greatest triumphs taking down ‘arrogant blowhard fops of my caliber,’”—she felt a rush of even hotter flame to her cheeks and a rattle shook her tail as he’d remembered one of the rants she’d gone on after particularly pissing her off—“, and yet, I have yet to see it for myself. I insist: would you have but a single dance with me, Lady Minovae?”

She stared. First, at his hand, those tan fingers extended invitingly. By all accounts they should be as rough and calloused as hers, and yet they looked untouched by the horrors of the war they’d both fought through, side by side. His nails were perfectly cut and filed, and shone beneath the moonlight. Hells, she swore there was a light glow emanating from it, but she had no idea if it was just from how bright the moon was, or because of the angelic power coursing through him. It looked warm, despite him being a dhampir.

And then her gaze shifted upward, to the rest of him. His blue eyes had narrowed, warm, inviting, despite how piercingly cold their color was. She noticed then that the night had gotten to his usual perfectly manicured and groomed self. Some hairs had fallen from his typical neat style, wayward curls—curls!—teasing his forehead and giving him an almost roguish appeal that made her breath catch. For once, he looked real. He looked mortal. At this, his highest point in power, literally touched by the Heavens and the Abyss alike, Salvadore looked more like a living, breathing, touchable person than at any other point in which she’d known him. He didn’t rise in her that distrust and disgust that normally appeared when she lay eyes upon a noble, even with him dressed in the brightest white and gold finery she’d ever seen.

He looked… 

Warm. Handsome. Inviting. Mortal. An ally. A friend. Something more. Her breath caught for a moment. She found herself staring at his lips again, sitting above his chiseled chin and jawline. Had they always looked so… soft? He was doing that soft smile again, confident and controlled, but welcoming. The kind that made you let down your guard, of which the whiskey clouding her thoughts certainly wasn’t helping.

“A good kisser?”, she snorted derisively. “I didn’t know they taught you how to kiss in noble school. I certainly don’t know where else you would’ve learned given how insufferable you are. Unless that mysterious ‘mentor’ of yours taught you that, too.”

Salvadore only made a low noise in the back of his throat, confident and knowing. The look he shot her was much the same. “You are welcome to a demonstration, if you need the proof, my lady knight, Arangeir.”

Her boisterous laugh was all the answer he needed: never in a million years.

She remembered the moment in a sudden flash like it was yesterday. She couldn’t even remember what had triggered that conversation, but she certainly remembered the tease and invitation now. It hadn’t been a million years, but she wouldn’t get a million years. Sal might. He and Daeran together. But she wouldn’t. She might not even get a week. Daeran would forgive her for this, she knew… and well, if he didn’t, she supposed she wouldn’t be around long to suffer it.

“…A dance?”, she licked her lips, suddenly feeling overly warm, overly flushed. Her dress exposed much of her back and shoulders, letting her feathers and scales breathe , and only went to about her mid-thigh regardless. Still, she felt hot. She felt stupid, too, but did it matter? “You can have your dance, if I can have something in return.”

That piqued his curiosity. Salvadore drew his hand back slightly, if only because he’d straightened his posture. His head tilted, and a brow raised. Something glinted in his eye. Concern? She didn’t care.

“Do you remember months ago… You claimed to be a good kisser. I didn’t believe you. What if I told you I still don’t?”

Her pulse was racing now. She could feel it thud-thud-thudding in her chest. It got even worse as realization dawned upon him.

She half expected a slap; he was a taken man now, after all. He might have even just turned around and gone back inside, which, fine. For the moment, though, he only stared at her. She could tell he was trying to decipher why she was asking for this now, why in the Hells now? Could she blame him? Of course not, he had no idea the severity of the truth, of just how little time she had left to do what she wanted and be a little crazy before everything ended.

What she didn’t expect was for those fingers to return. Closer. Curled under her chin.

She gasped lightly, hotly, as Salvadore clasped her jaw. Those hands were cold, as she thought, but the feel of that icy chill across her flushed skin felt almost like healing magic dancing across wounds, knitting them closed. 

Her tail vibrated anxiously, filled with so much energy where it had lain dead before. She could feel her feathers rising from neck to tail tip, fluffing up in that way that made her look like an alarmed cat.

Their eyes held each others’, and his additionally held a question. 

Now or never.

“You promised a demonstration”, she merely answered.

He needed no other reassurance.

Their height difference made it more difficult than it should have been, but Salvadore had been only truthful in his claims. He knew exactly what to do.

A hand pressed to the flat of her back, directly over the strip of feathers running down her spine and scales surrounding them—now running icily themselves trying to cool her down. She briefly wondered if he even noticed with the chill in his own hands, but let it drift away as soon as it had come. He pressed her close and up, bidding her to her toes as he himself confidently arched downward.

Soft. They were soft. How funny it was, she thought, that such iron and coldness could come from those lips only for them to be so damn soft. Softer than hers. Theirs pressed against the other, and her eyes slipped closed upon the gentle impact. She mapped them in the darkness behind her eyelids, each and every crease, the cupid’s bow, the feel of his breath across her face.

When had she last been kissed? She didn’t remember. Wetness rimmed her eyes again. She didn’t even love him. Love had escaped her at every turn, snatched away always and viciously by circumstance. All she could think of was the emptiness, of what hadn’t been and what she’d never had. His lips right then, for only this brief moment, were filling that yawning void. It was a piece that didn’t fit in this puzzle. Not perfectly. But for a moment, it was filled.

Then pressing. Then prodding. Further still, he took it, and she went rigid in shock before melting as his tongue breached what should have been where this had ended. It brought with it the taste of wine, luxurious and more opulent than any her salary would have spared. Something in her found it funny that for as much as she’d always tormented him about her dislike of fine wines, he’d still found a way to share a glass with her.

At the end. Of everything.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Galahad art credit @spiralstain

Propaganda below ⬇️

Junk Rat

I wish his Catholicism meant if he got killed in game it would take him 3 days to respawn

Galahad

OKAY SO . "Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences." DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just "galahad's blind faith" . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points

There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire

i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭

his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who's been hanging from the gallows since forever told him 'hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It' and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE'. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3

my friends my people my... flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we're fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES... oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved... "OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US" I HEAR YOU CRY "IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?" NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF... HAHAHAHAHHAAAA.... WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES ... i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES

Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you

[officialclaricestarling]

lestat: I love all my fledglings equally. I could never pick a favorite or least favorite. lestat, dropping off nicki at armand’s fledgling day care for the unstable and unwell : he has his favorite violin in the box and he needs his blood warmed up. he might be fussy but just let him write a bit and he’ll settle down. I’ll be back. lestat, 120 years later: louis, my perfect companion, the evil of my evil, the vampire whose quest for goodness i so hungrily admire….. I admit I feel as though I have forgotten to do something. hm.

armand: lestat please call me back. you left your fledgling here and he’s completely lost it now. i tried to send you a telepathic message earlier but all I heard was jazz music, so unfortunately I had to go ahead and just cut nicki’s hands off to lift his cursed violin playing. sorry. good news is he’s already picked out a really nice death pyre already, so if you’re free just come by and attend the sabbath of the old ways. maybe we could go hiss at each other like feral cats in an alleyway or kiss on the theatre balcony after? anyway you know how to reach me.

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Hey can I pls know more about dnd!Puffy? And like what all went down with her and Dream? How does their meeting again and then later conversation go?

Also, is the syndicate a proper think in this au? And just in general, what're Ranboo and Niki like? Is Steve the polar bear here?

Wow that was an almost completely random assortment of questions, I guess I'm just curious about a lot of things to do with this au :>

Also I just really like the artic commune(my first and most watched pov is Techno's) so I can't help but ask about them :)

Honestly I love random questions like this because I fucking LOVE worldbuilding and character building like YES PLEASE— my Dungeon Master brain goes wild with this so it helps c:

Anyways onto the answers!

1. Puffy is a firbolg Swashbuckler Rogue! Firbolgs are basically half giants and the little thing I have kinda always done with my firbolgs is to make them have more sheep/cow features. Like Caduceus from Critical role

Like this! Also that means she’s like 7 feet tall bc Firbolg are massive.

Anyways— Puffy is Dream’s biological mom in this au- because firbolgs can live to be up to 500 years old! So the math tracks tbh. But yeah she basically raised him on the docks and the ocean, rarely staying in each kingdom for long. When Dream got old enough however he wanted to stay in the Kinoko kingdom because he wanted to help King George (this was before everything) and Puffy let him- she was always supportive of him no matter what.

And when everything happened she was honestly the last one that left him.

Puffy tried to find reasoning for what he was doing- she did. But the more unhinged and more impulsive he got she was obviously worried for her son- and after him breaking his allegiance with George and Sapnap he kinda- went off the deep end.

But he went to her because that’s his mother. And Dream honestly was kinda a mama’s boy back then.

But they got into a big argument when he tried to convince her that the reason why he was doing this was to be beneficial for the continent and that the pain and tragedy would be worth it but she didn’t listen.

He didn’t hurt his mom physically, but he left afterwards and puffy was crushed.

And she joined the final battle to try and stop him- but she didn’t want to hurt him.

She actually went to the prison once to ask if she could see Dream, but Sam told her that he didn’t want to see her- and Puffy believed it and stopped trying.

Fast forward to the current events- Puffy is still a captain, she has no allegiance to anyone and prefers to just make sure the waters are safe. When she firsts sees Dream she doesn’t believe it because he looks drastically different than the last time she saw him/ and she knew something was wrong.

And she heard these new friends (and Fundy) call him Pyre, so she knew something happened.

So she plays it up! Saying that her and Pyre were old friends and that’s why she knew him.

When they’re in private though it’s a lot different. Puffy is worried- concerned on what happened and who did this to him but Dream is too nervous and even stubborn to say otherwise. It takes a bit for him to open up and they do get into an argument one time, him yelling at her and saying why didn’t she visit or at least try and send him something.

But then Puffy tells him that she thought that he said he didn’t want to see her.

And it both clicks for them that Sam was lying to both of them.

After that and the initial shock of the party realizing that’s Dream- things.. simmer. Him and his mom are okayish- they’re rocky but Dream is trying. And Puffy honestly kinda adopts Cala and Spooky since she sees that Cala is trying to help him be better, despite what he’s done and did prior. She hopes it’s a good influence but is worried for all of them. But she still loves her son so so much.

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2. The syndicate is a thing! But it’s very.. secretive. Like secret secret. Nobody knows about the syndicate, only the monarchs do due to their ways of sabotaging some events as well as going against their laws. But no one knows who’s running it. The Syndicate is a secret faction that works on the belief that there shouldn’t be a monarch system and that these different beliefs aren’t healthy- especially with the restriction of wild magic. So they plan to dismantle it as best as they can and as quietly as they can. Honestly the vibe I get from them is like the Dark Brotherhood from the Elder Scrolls series if that makes sense?

Arctic commune exists though! In the far north is called the “Icebreaker’s Land” which is filled with tundra and Arctic. It’s one of the lands that isn’t run by any kingdom due to how dangerous it is as well as how rural it is. But people still live there! It’s like one of the only options if you don’t want to live in a kingdom, next to the Badlands.

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3. Niki and Ranboo my beloveds! for Niki, she is a halfling Alchemist Artificer and an Arcane Archer Fighter! Niki was a close supporter of Wilbur back then and they were pretty close friends- but she felt that something was up with him right at the end of the war. And when the war finally ended and he asked her to officially work under his kingdom again- she declined and left. Shes very- conflicted in this au, since she doesn’t know what fully went on with Wilbur but she knows something doesn’t add up. When she’s with the syndicate though it honestly helps her a lot and heals her- but she has her moments. She brings this air of authority around her even though she is a halfling, and Cala honestly looks up to her a lot when they meet.

For Ranboo, Ranboo is a tiefling Aberrant Mind Sorcerer! Ranboo has— been through a lot in this au. He really was only a teenager when the war started and he didn’t realize what was going on.

Dream encountered Ranboo and convinced him to help him- and it resulted in Ranboo being a sorcerer and hating his powers immensely.

Any time Ranboo uses his powers for a long enough time he goes into a blank state, similar to his endwerwalk state actually! And Ranboo was used a lot to help with the battle until Tommy and Tubbo managed to capture him and snap him out of it.

He’s been- coping ever since the war. He’s an adult now- he had a kid with Tubbo and they sadly became distant and they have shared custody. But he’s still unstable, on edge because no one can fix what happened to him except Dream himself. And he does NOT want to see Dream.

It… takes him a while for him to get used to him but he doesn’t forgive what Dream had done to him. He just wants to feel normal but it’s hard- and the course of the au he grows into getting used to his powers after so long.

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4. Yes Steve the bear is there and he helps a lot, patrolling the commune in general and just being a good emotional support animal for anyone that needs it :3

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IM SO SORRY THESE ARE SO LONG DHDSJSJ but yes please enjoy this and I hope this answers what it needs to- again I love answering questions like this since I legit planned this au like a dnd campaign HDJDJDKD

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

oh god you have foolishly provided me a chance to dump the contains of my soul and heart out in the open through throwing all my favorite songs to listen to and think of Muriel at you in this essay i WILL

ok first i know its on his official playlist already BUT i feel a need to emphasize just how much it is ABsoLUTEly HIS song most of any of them: drumroll please::: 👏Wolf👏 by 👏First Aid Kit👏 any muriel simp reading this right now i am pounding you with my brainwaves of intent to go listen to it Right Now and Read those Lyrics and just try to tell me its not literally about him god if could draw id be doing such a cool animatic about it but alas it dies with me anyway WAYWARD WINDS!!! A VOICE THAT SINGS!!!! OF A!! FORGOTTEN!!!! LAND!!!!!!! SEE IT FALL!!!! CHILD OF WAR!!!! OH LEND!!!! A MENDING HAND!!!!!!!!!!! i believe ive made myself clear kbgxkyhfhkvd

https://youtu.be/6PmuuiXgIZE

i dont know if links work on anon but i had to try gjzghfdtomfg our wedding song straight up this is in my language and also like. about a girl but the words are easy to switch around so it fits lol it basically just goes like "you just had to know (to do something? like in a you know how to work me way lmao linguistics hard), that i cant forget you at all/i forgot my mother and father/my sister and my brother but i cant goshdarn forget you" and i dont know i probably cant translate that so it hits right but god its absolutely perfect to me cause like I DIDNT! FORGET HIM!! MC REMEMBERS HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!!!! EVEN WITH THE CURSE I DONT KNOW LET ME HAVE THIS ITS TOO GD ROMANTIC I CANT BELIEVE HE GOT ME ACTING LIKE THIS AGHGF im sorry for yelling i got excited

NEXT a classic we gotta pepper some hozier on this thing so here goes Nothing Fucks With My Baby cause thats my ultimate serenade for him in my head especially the "if i was born/as a blackthorn tree/id wanna be held by you/felled by you/fuel the pyre of your enemies" part as it perfectly describes my sentiments towards my man: hes my bby i will kill for him👁️👁️

theres Always Forever by Cults, i dont have that much to rant about it i just always think of him when i play it lol theres hozier again It Will Come Back which is on his official playlist too but i play around with perspectives in this one cause i put myself in the "it" position, like. im chasing here bro👀 oh my god i have got to shut up this is entirely tmi

https://youtu.be/mLycEitwJCA

i made a whole post about this one its a whole thing lmao long story short muriel on a murderous revenge quest au MOVING ON

OH i remembered another folky one

https://youtu.be/NrgwIo8GWDI

its SUCH a banger and i love it and it goes like i saw a Wolf a Fox a Rabbit so i just imprinted on it with Muriel Asra and MC respectively cause i dont know i had a phase where i decided mcs spirit animal is a rabbit cause of that scrapped introduction chapter with the labyrinth thing i guess idk im scrambling here ngfsfugc anyway it slaps listen to it and imagine a bangin tavern party and maybe youll calm down /meme

ohh ok we're on a folksy roll thats probably because i just mostly associate old timey sounding songs with arcana in general lmao i mean its like middle ages over there right

https://youtu.be/t9PUlNQOZ8o

this ones in my language again i know annoying but i found a translated version look!!! AND theres a bunch of people correcting the mistakes in the comments too if you were wanting to get deeper into research hkdggjyecb and its white voice style so depending on your taste it might sound silly but yeah this ones got some fitting lines too tying up with Murmur and its so cute and so cheesy and hopeful and sappy and it cheers me up aw

oh my god i wonder if anyone gets this far reading this ever if youre seeing this its probably during a scroll roll slow just enough to make out the letters Hello godspeed you continue on your journey with my blessings cause im noT EVEN DONE YET HAHAHAHAHAA

Motha Motha! Problems! nuff said

https://youtu.be/artn9fErRp8

this ones gonna take explaining gjxgkhpgz but maybe not that much

https://youtu.be/_h9V94b4R2g

i just had a eureka moment one day and so another animatic concept to take to my grave was born lmao but mostly its just playing into Muriels & MCs "nO i cOULd hUrt YoU Go aWaY" + "ayo hold my flower ima kill them real quick" dynamic theyve got heehee like the whole "~Dangerous~ ooh that sounds good ya" bit and also yes im in your house no im not leaving jgdghkfhgd and like i just imagined the song fitting the vibe of the whole murder lucio quest road trip with MC all "yo we Getting this shit DONE dont fuck around w my crew" (The Crew: feral milf & bear with anxiety) AND LIKE i always get to the "party like we all gon die tonight" basedrop part with the whole visual montage of us finding khamgalai and then the graveyard fight and Absolutely Everything Going to Shit and the mood shifting to "well fuck maybe we do not in fact got this" but its good we kick lucio all the way to hell at the end we good💕

https://youtu.be/ZxWiG6UJr0w

MMMMMMM THIS ONEE AWW im literally just scrolling through my endless unsorted playlist to find these gdiyyfgfz this ones just cute it doesnt really relate to anything at all actually when i think about it but its nice so here

https://youtu.be/6FEDrU85FLE

.....nope i got nothing on this one just plop it right in here

oh my god. its over. weve done it. we're free

man i hope those links work. definitely not on mobile lol whatever

Hi! and oh, WOW, this was one of the most delightfully wild essays I've ever read for Muriel and I loved it. Especially describing the dynamic on the trip south as "feral milf & bear with anxiety" XD

I've found that links don't work in asks, even with the media option turned on, so I'll include them below. Thanks for your suggestions, anon, I'll put them on the tag! ^.^

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e10 road trip (w. andrew dabb)

didn't realize we were on a 'road so far' episode already. oh did we really need a funeral pyre? buh. okay what irritates me about that is it can lean on the emotions i associate going back to john's pyre. as much as i warmed up to kevin, his death did not really make me feel anything. and now they can borrow against my fucked up dead parents feelings that got shaken up via john. don't like it.

also borrowing against my thoughts on dean's feelings via john's death, having this long zoom out from dean at the fire, licensed music playing. oh, it gets worse! the cleaning up kevin's footprint in the bunker. no more extra little brother at home.

was thinking today actually about mrs. tran, how crowley said she was dead but i couldn't remember if we ever confirmed if she was actually dead?

thought of it because of the phone. the logistics of the aftermath of someone has died. i was too young to deal with anything from when my dad died, but i was 32 when my mom died (fun fact i guess that would make it a year before this season aired) so my brother and i dealt with the house and belongings. damnit. now i'm upset about that, buncha cheap shots, show. sigh. too much thinking, more watching.

dean guilt++ and no sam because he's off being ridden around by a fucked up murdering angel

all right the picture with kevin and his mom got me. don't throw the fucking phone, asshole. break everything else, but not the phone, come on. this is like bobby burning the family picture with jo and ellen in s5e10 (brain, stop it)

so we go from this scene to.... this one.

okay tonal whiplash. they could have had a rockstar character and not making it into a cheesy joke. weird choices.

DEAN Sammy was dying. What was I supposed to do?

can't blame a shark for being a shark. can't blame a dean for doing anything to save his sam.

CASTIEL You kill an angel, its vessel dies, too. DEAN Think I don't know that? If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out and I... God, I was so damn stupid. CASTIEL You were stupid for the right reasons. DEAN Yeah, like that matters. CASTIEL It does. Sometimes that's all that matters.

castiel is banking on it being the something that matters for personal reasons too :p

CROWLEY I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run. DEAN From what? CROWLEY You. How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life-span.

don't let him make you feel worse, dean (even though it's true)

will admit i wonder what crowley does chained up for days, weeks?? at a time between visits from someone.

definitely. good levels of quippy crowley

CROWLEY Looks like we need a tiebreaker. Go get Moose, squirrel. Unless... Unless, of course, you can't. That's why you're here, isn't it? The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?

i will admit he made me laugh at that. poor giant baby samoose

dean is Very Sad and Very Guilty but i would like to take a moment to say i like the plaid he has on today. it's pretty. not covered up by a jacket so i can actually appreciate it

okay that made me laugh too

CROWLEY Shotgun. DEAN Uh, wrong. You're in the back. DEAN Hey – you, too. Keep an eye on him.

so dumb but i cackled. more cas and crowley bickering please

dad!dean yelling at the kids fighting in the back. here for it

all right. mega confusion. so i was like this dude, why do i know this dude, is that ezekial/gadreel, was he in an older episode of spn? anyway i apparently didn't look him up when we first met him but he was one of the dimi's in s1 of altered carbon... and dimi 2 was in an spn episode (s4e5 the black and white one). i had forgotten that while dimi is the same dude, it was different meatsuits (sleeves, in the show).

s9e10 / altered carbon s1e1 tahmoh penikett as dimitri kadmin

wonder how padalecki felt about playing an even more different character now. recall reading something recently about jackles talking about how it was harder when he was playing soulless!sam etc because it wasn't that same dynamic

I've shared this before, it did make it a little bit more difficult when Jared was playing soulless Sam or Dean was playing demon Dean or Michael. It made it a little bit, well, it was different because that person that you rely on who brings their character to life in a way that supports what you're doing and that is relatable and that is almost, is somebody that you rely on to fulfill—he completes me. Great, that's the headline tomorrow... "Jensen Ackles finally admits... ...that he really does love Tom Cruise movies." So yeah, to get back the question, it it did make it a little bit more difficult to do what we were so used to doing when you take that element away and but again that's I think that that was one of the great things about Supernatural is that we took chances like that, we swung for the fences on a lot of different things.

-from 2022 JIB 12 Jensen Sunday Morning Panel

LOL i just realized i had the wrong era license plate in the painting i just did. cue me flushing and sweating. i did something wrong on the internet where people can see, the HORROR

CROWLEY Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania, 10 minutes ago.

lol. classy

this whole gadreel/abner thing. i dunno, man. there's just too much shit going on to care about everything

no judgement, i pet my car too

great, jabbing holes in sam's brain and wiggling a big needle around in there. like trying to find a recessed reset button with a paperclip

DEAN Pretty much, yeah. How are you doing? CASTIEL You want to talk about me now? DEAN I want to talk about anything that's not a demon sticking needles into my brother's brain.

oh dean. i'm feeling the feelings, jackles

CASTIEL You thought his life was at stake. DEAN Yeah, I got played. CASTIEL I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too. DEAN So you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?

me three

CASTIEL I prefer the word "trusting." Less dumb. Less ass.

sorry but i laughed. that was a weird watery delivery

now crowley gets to tromp through sam's brain too, greeeeaat. this is just great.

DEAN If you mess with Sam, if you try anything– CROWLEY I keep my bargains. Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds.

classy as ever

DEAN This don't make us square. I see you again– CROWLEY I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too.

kisses, byeee

SAM What you do want me to say – that I'm pissed? Okay. I am. I'm pissed. You lied to me. Again. DEAN I didn't have a choice. SAM I was ready to die, Dean! DEAN I know. But I wouldn't let you, because that's not in me.

it doesn't excuse what dean did, but sam knows this. neither dean nor i can tolerate sam being okay with dying. just like sam and i can't tolerate dean being self destructive and ready to die at the drop of a hat

at least i can tolerate it a little better when they have these little mini breakups, now that it's happened so many times. and i don't think they're committing to a long separation onscreen? but i don't know honestly

quality time for sam and cas?

[scarletlizzard]

My mouth still hurts cause if my molars

ALSO YAY PAY DAY !

What tattoo do you plan on getting?

🎀

Oh no!! I'm so sorry, sweetie 😔 I'll beat them up for you.

WHOO payday! What do you want? I'm buying

Okay, so the vision is this: There is a song by Sleep Token called Take Me Back to Eden (also album title everyone please check them out 👉👈) ANYWAYS

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Basically, what the lyrics say. Maybe a moth or something similar with eyes on its wings flying above or through a funeral pyre, flames, and all that. Other artsy shit I will leave up to the artist lmao

Also in July I'm getting a gator tat with my best friend 💀 yes it'll be playing the trumpet

[victimeyez]

POLL CLOSED!

I was totally blown away by the interactions with this poll. Thank you so much to everyone who voted!!!

I designed Pro//Vic to be very flexible. Between the main crew of Caius, Sam, Rory, and Michelle, as well as a whumpee-of-the-week format, I can explore a lot of different kinds of whump while each character still has distinct personalities and preferences. That's the goal, anyways!

I have tons of ideas for playing with my blorbos, and getting community feedback helps me immensely to gauge interest and prioritize ideas that people want to see. I put items in the prompts that I can happily write, so I'm never disappointed in the results, just excited to put something out that has interest.

In order of least to most interest:

Paralysis, Hypnosis, Medical, Aphrodisiacs, and our winner, Human Doll!

I have a chapter in mind for Human Doll, which will be paired with some paralysis. Dolls can't move on their own, after all!

I'm glad to see medical play has some interest, considering I do cover medical whump often in the story. It might be fun to do a whumper who just wants to ~play~ doctor though...

I have a few ideas of ways I could incorporate hypnosis, and I might still further down the line. Hypnosis could make Tommy "enthusiastic", "willing", or be used to give him temporary response triggers. Or, it could make him spill his guts about what he really thinks about a client....or...Caius. Queue drama, lol.

Aphrodisiacs was close behind human doll, and I like to try to incorporate at least the first two most popular picks. Lately I've been trying to decide how I want to proceed with certain plot points, but my brain just wants to write smut. Might be a good time to utilize aphrodisiacs in a scene. I'll be posting a smut poll next, so be sure to cast a vote!

I'm also thinking of some POV chapters. A chapter from the POV of a client. Of Caius. Of Sam or Michelle or Rory - I think it would be fun to get another perspective on a scene.

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[phoenixyfriend]

[slams back drink*] I have a new nonsense concept.

* I don't drink alcohol so please imagine this is me taking a sip of my white mocha.

Ahsoka and Rex, due to Maul, get pointed at Mustafar in time to arrive for the Bullshit. Ahsoka definitely goes. Rex and Maul might. What's important is that Ahsoka gets there juuuust in time to see the last moments, you know, where Anakin is clearly off his rocker and Obi-Wan chops off all his limbs and Padme is dying and Anakin's on fire, etc.

The fun stuff.

So Obi-Wan is dead inside, Anakin is dead inside and out (mostly), Padme is dying, and Ahsoka just got here five seconds ago, possibly with a renegade Sith Lord (as opposed to the literally-on-fire Sith Lord a few feet away) and shell-shocked clone captain in tow.

Not a great day to be Ahsoka Tano! Decent day to be Maul, though, Kenobi is suffering and Skywalker-the-replacement is on fire and also has lost limbs like Maul did thirteen years ago, he's having a blast.

(Also Obi-Wan is probably expecting violence from Rex.)

But Ahsoka's emotional turmoil is at such a peak after everything, like her friends all trying to kill her for a bit, that Morai shows up.

Morai, being a personification of the Force-but-only-the-not-evil-parts, recognizes that shit's fucked, but these specific people are, hm, kind of important! To lots of things! Maybe she can use them to fix it.

And so she tosses them all back in time, as one does.

I'm thinking to about when Obi-Wan was ten-ish? So uhhhhhhhh 47 BBY?

Now, to make this peak awkward, I am going to have them landing on Concord Dawn, with the True Mandos.

Again, our cast:

1. Dying pregnant lady that needs immediate medical attention 2. Dying on-fire guy with no limbs (everyone insists he's evil) that needs immediate medical attention 3. Some? Jedi? Who looks like he'd cry if he weren't dehydrated as fuck 4. Terribly overwhelmed teenage togruta wearing beskar and a pair of lightsabers 5. Some guy who looks exactly like the Mand'alor, but older and blonde 6. Motherfucker Unlimited Himself 7. The True Mandalorians

Jango's like nineteen.

He has no idea what to do with these people because the first instinct is to take out the Jedi--Galidraan is three years away but he's not a fan of them in the first place--but there are so many people in need of medical attention and that guy has his face.

Rex, said guy with his face, manages to argue for medical attention first and explanations later (again: dying pregnant lady and recently-on-fire dude), while Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have to shout down Maul from going off and doing his own thing before anyone has a plan.

(If Rex is not there, then neither is Maul, and Ahsoka is the one doing the negotiation while Obi-Wan tries to use what little healing he knows to help--well, to help Padme, because both she and Anakin are dying but Padme has, to Obi-Wan's knowledge, not killed small children the way Anakin has, so he can prioritize her.)

Padme still dies. Unfortunate, but she was choked out on a lava planet and medical attention was delayed, the dark side is at play, etc.

Anakin is. Uh. They put him in a bacta tank and induce a medical coma until someone can come up with a plan.

Which leaves us with Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and the twins.

Padme gets a pyre because they can't take her to get buried on Naboo. Obi-Wan takes on the job of going to Coruscant and warning the Council, etc. If Maul is there, Obi-Wan brings him along as evidence.

Which leaves us with Ahsoka playing Auntie to the twins while Anakin's half-dead, mostly evil, all-unconscious in a bacta tank, Padme's nothing but ashes, and the Mandalorians are generally just kinda. Watching her. Because she's sketchy but also looks like she's Seen Some Shit to a degree that they recognize is a bit much even by their standards.

Rex has firmly entrenched himself in Older Bro territory and keeps refusing to let anyone bother her when she's having a bad day anyway.

"What the fuck is all this setup for?" you might ask. I'll give you one guess.

And @atagotiak did in fact guess:

Unconventional time-travel romance!

HELL YEAH, BABY

I want Jango awkwardly falling in love with Ahsoka, who may or may not give him the time of day, because she's got newborns to look out for, and her older brother is evil and unconscious and missing all his limbs, and her... other brother? Friend? SiC? hates Jango to an uncomfortable degree.

I just really love this mental image of Ahsoka holding both twins and trying to calm them down, near tears because of how overwhelmed she is by all this, possibly covered in some degree of soot or dirt, and Jango catching a look at her and being suddenly struck by Feelings.

Tia:

Also other Jango might’ve been fully aware of his part in causing this whole traumatizing mess and even if this Jango isn’t responsible that’s still. Uh. Awkward, to say the least

Jango still isn't sure what Rex's connection to him IS, just that he's from the future, worked with/for a Jedi, and had some kind of mind control chip in his head.

Nobody explained the clone thing, and Jango can't make the math work yet because nobody's telling him how far into the future these people are from.

So Jango's slowly falling for Cute Dangerous Togruta Jedi(?) Chick while her adoptive older brother (who Jango is starting to think might be his estranged future son or something) glares daggers every time Jango so much as offers her a glass of water.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 2 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side B

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Galahad

OKAY SO . “Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences.” DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just “galahad’s blind faith” . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points

There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire

i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭

his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who’s been hanging from the gallows since forever told him ‘hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It’ and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE’. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3

my friends my people my… flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we’re fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES… oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved… “OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US” I HEAR YOU CRY “IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?” NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF… HAHAHAHAHHAAAA…. WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES … i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES

Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you

no propaganda some I'll just include

"When did Catholics become so judgmental?" hahahah

Gloria stealing the twins to get the secretly baptized is so funny to me. My auntie stole me as a baby to get my ears pierced. Just latino things

[kiokodoodles]

More Incorrect Quotes but it’s long

Mal: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Cyrus: I boiled gatorade.

—

Aster: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

Papyrus: What baby?

Aster, crying a bit: Me.

—

Mal, texting: Answer your phone

Paps, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone

Mal: Understood

Mal, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Paps.

—

Papyrus: How many children do you have?

Cyrus: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.   

—

Rus: Aster just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe. 

—

Pine: Are you having another depressive episode?

Rus: A depressive episode?

Rus: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one. 

—

Sans: When do you usually go to sleep?

Papyrus: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods. 

—

Junior: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Mal: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Junior: You don’t have to wear…

Mal: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off. 

—

Jasper: *makes Aspen a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Aspen: *sips tea*

Jasper:

Aspen: *finishes tea*

Jasper: Didn't it taste bad?

Aspen: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Jasper, tearing up: Oh, okay. 

—

Paps: You know what I’ve realized?

Pyre: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Paps: Nice try, anyways- 

—

Cyrus, confused and exasperated: Aster, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?

Aster: Politely

—

Junior: I’m 80% awesome 20% water and 100% handsome.

Wings: That’s 200%.

Junior: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be. 

—

Sans: Hey Pyre, can you give me the opposite of these words?

Sans: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Pyre: Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Pyre: The fucking satisfaction. 

—

Pine: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Paps, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Pine: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is. 

—

Papyrus: So, Rus, do you have a crush on anyone?

Rus: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety. 

—

Papyrus: What’s your favorite color?

Gaster: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Papyrus: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Gaster: My favorite color is pink. 

—

Papyrus: Do you have a self-care routine?

Paps: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents. 

—

Papyrus: Damn, the power went out.

Sans: Don’t worry, I got this.

Sans: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Papyrus: What-?

Sans: I swallowed a glow stick!

Papyrus, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU- 

—

Mal, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast.

Paps: You're kinda ugly. 

—

Jasper: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts!

Sans: Eyy, that’s the spirit!

Jasper: *gasps* whErE???!!!?? 

—

Aspen: Ah shit, I forgot.

Junior: Forgot what?

Aspen: How do you expect me to answer that? 

—

Papyrus: I can't imagine what Gaster is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal. 

—

Cyrus: We either die free, or die trying!

Rus: Are those the only choices? 

—

Jasper, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Pine: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Jasper:

Jasper: Water you doing? 

—

Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Morgan: Oh no, that’s terrible!

Pyre: Did they win? 

—

Rus: My only talent is being stress.

Papyrus: Don't you mean stressed?

Rus: No. 

—

Computer: Please enter a password.

Papyrus: *types in S/O’s name*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Papyrus: How fucking DARE YOU- 

—

Junior: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Pine: Oh no.

Junior: More like "oh yes!" 

—

@ivyprism

Cyrus, if he were drunk: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Hydrangea is? Because Hydrangea is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass. 

—

Mal: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

Aster: Thanks, it's the trauma.

—

Sans: So, she kissed me.

Papyrus: And you kissed her back?

Sans: No, I kissed her mouth. 

—

Mal: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Sans: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-

Mal: We are not doing this! 

—

Junior: I need life advice.

Rus, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

[nightmare-castle]

Who is Pyre? You mentioned them in your height descriptions for Nightmare.

“WHY HELLO THERE! ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF! I AM PAPYRUS - THE ONE REFERRED TO AS 'PYRE' BY SOME! MY GOOD FRIEND NOVELLA HAS ASKED ME TO FILL OUT THIS SHORT QUESTIONNAIRE FOR MY ADORING FANS, SUCH AS YOU, DEAR ANON! SO PLEASE ENJOY MY SOULFELT ANSWERS BELOW!”

Tell us a little bit about yourself - hobbies, dreams, likes/dislikes, etc.

HOBBIES - WHERE TO BEGIN?! I ENJOY DOING SO MANY THINGS AND I'M USUALLY VERY BUSY DOING THEM! BUT I SUPPOSE I SHOULD PICK SOME, SO HERE ARE A FEW:

COOKING, OF COURSE! I'VE EVEN TAKEN FORMAL CLASSES AND I'M RATHER GOOD AT IT NOW, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF! I ALSO GREATLY ENJOY SHOPPING FOR INGREDIENTS AND EXPLORING NEW WORLDS TO FIND RARE CULINARY TREASURES!

TABLETOP GAMING! BOARD AND CARD GAMES OF ALL KINDS ARE ALWAYS ENJOYABLE, AND I AM IN CHARGE OF ORGANIZING OUR WEEKLY GAME NIGHT! WE USUALLY PLAY ‘ONO! IF EPIC COMES TO VISIT OR RISK WHEN NIGHTMARE JOINS IN - BUT MONOPOLY IS ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN! IT SEEMS NOBODY CAN KEEP THEIR TEMPERS IN CHECK WITH THAT GAME! AND SOMEDAY I HOPE TO RUN MY OWN HOMEBREW D&D CAMPAIGN!

I’M A VORACIOUS READER! I ESPECIALLY ENJOY SHONEN MANGA AND FANTASY FICTION! I PARTICIPATE IN QUITE A FEW FANDOMS, BUT I DO HAVE MY PERSONAL FAVORITES! PERHAPS IF WE BECOME CLOSE FRIENDS I MAY LET YOU READ SOME OF MY EXCELLENT FANFICTIONS, NYEH HEH!

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)~✧

MY DREAMS? HONESTLY, I AM LIVING ONE OF THEM RIGHT NOW! SANS AND I HAVE BEEN GIVEN A NEW LEASE ON LIFE AND WE’RE GOING TO LIVE THIS SECOND CHANCE TO THE FULLEST!

HMM, LIKES AND DISLIKES…I DON’T ALLOW MYSELF TO FOCUS ON THE NEGATIVES, BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT I DON’T APPRECIATE MESSINESS! CLEAN UP YOUR OWN FILTHY MESS BECAUSE I WON’T DO IT FOR YOU! AND LET’S SEE, SOMETHING ELSE I LIKE - AH, I ADORE PASTRIES! BOTH CREATING AND EATING THEM! SWEET OR SAVORY! I'VE BEEN TOLD NUMEROUS TIMES THAT MY CINNABUNNIES ARE THE BEST IN ALL THE MULTIVERSE!

How did you get the nickname ‘Pyre’?

THAT’S A FUNNY STORY, ACTUALLY! WHEN WE FIRST ARRIVED HERE AT THE CASTLE, I WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNED BY THE AMAZING KITCHEN AND IMMEDIATELY SET TO WORK TRAINING TO BECOME WORTHY OF THE TITLE ROYAL HEAD CHEF! HOWEVER I DID NOT HAVE MUCH EXPERIENCE WITH COOKING ANYTHING OTHER THAN SPAGHETTI SAUCE AND VARIOUS FORMS OF SNOW PREPARATION…SO! MY FIRST FEW SERIOUS TRIES AT PERFECTING THE CULINARY ARTS SADLY ENDED IN DISASTER! IT WAS THE EVENING I ATTEMPTED TO ROAST A WHOLE TURKEY WHICH EARNED ME THAT MONIKER - THE ENTIRE THING WENT UP IN FLAMES AND KILLER SAID IT WAS LIKE A 'FUNERAL PYRE' FOR THE UNLUCKY BIRD!!! WHO KNEW TURKEY COULD BURN DOWN TO ASHES SO QUICKLY WHEN ROASTED AT 750F?! SINCE THEN THE NICKNAME HAS UNFORTUNATELY STUCK, DESPITE THE FACT THAT I AM NOW A RATHER EXCELLENT CHEF! I HAVEN'T SCORCHED A SINGLE THING IN MONTHS!

How’s life at the castle these days?

LIFE IS RATHER GOOD, ACTUALLY! THE BOYS TEND TO HAVE THEIR QUARRELS, OF COURSE, AND WE GET THE OCCASIONAL VISITOR FROM ANOTHER WORLD WHICH IS ALWAYS EXCITING! SANS IS DOING A BIT BETTER LATELY AS WELL! THE OTHER DAY HE ACTUALLY REMEMBERED TO WASH HIS HANDS AND FACE AFTER HUNTING - WITHOUT ME HAVING TO REMIND HIM TEN TIMES! I WAS SO PROUD!

OH! SOME INTERESTING NEWS: WE RECENTLY ACQUIRED A NEW FAMILY MEMBER! KILLER CALLS HIM DUSTY AND NIGHTMARE ADDRESSES HIM AS DUST AT DINNER, BUT I’M NOT SURE HE APPRECIATES BEING CALLED THAT...HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO SAD, AND HE HARDLY EVER TOUCHES HIS FOOD. HONESTLY, I FEEL QUITE BAD FOR HIM…AND MAD AT KILLER! WHAT IS IT WITH THAT JOKER AND GIVING PEOPLE RUDE NICKNAMES?! I’M TEMPTED TO GIVE HIM A STERN LECTURE ON THE SUBJECT SINCE NIGHTMARE JUST LETS HIM DO AS HE PLEASES WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE! HE PRACTICALLY GETS AWAY WITH MURDER! I SWEAR TO MERCY, CROSS AND I ARE THE ONLY TWO MONSTERS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WITH ANY REAL SENSE OF MANNERS AND DECENCY!

ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THROUGH THIS, MY WONDERFUL FUTURE BEST FRIENDS! PERHAPS YOU COULD COME VISIT US HERE AT THE CASTLE SOMETIME SOON! UNTIL THEN, AU REVOIR AND HAVE A RADTASTIC DAY!