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thenerdyindividual · 2 years ago

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Want stories featuring queer characters in fantasy, science fiction, or horror settings, where being queer is central to the character but not the only thing they have going on? Let me introduce you to my list of podcasts!

To start we have Welcome to Night Vale. You’ve likely heard of it thanks to the tumblr sexy man poll, or if you’re old school tumblr like I am. It’s a classic for a reason, it kicked off the fiction podcast renaissance and was queer from the jump.

Welcome to Night Vale is an episodic podcast taking the form of radio broadcasts from a strange desert town called Night Vale that appears to be in a parallel universe to ours. It follows the bizarre occurrences within the town and the oppressive government’s clumsy attempts to cover them up.

How is it queer? The show also follows the personal life of radio show host Cecil Palmer who met new-to-town scientist Carlos, and “fell in love instantly”. Not only are they now married, they’ve adopted a child together.

Alice Isn’t Dead

From the creators of Welcome to Night Vale, Alice Isn’t Dead is a horror fiction podcast that follows Keisha, a woman who became a long haul truck driver to go in search of the wife (Alice) she thought was dead, but discovered was alive. In the process she uncovers monsters lurking among us and a massive government conspiracy trying to hide the truth.

How is it queer? As stated, the inciting incident is that Keisha discovers that her wife is secretly alive.

Dimension 20: Fantasy High

A dungeons and dragons actual play show. This season is set in a 1980s John Hughes-esque fantasy high school called the Arthur Aguefort Adventuring Academy. It follows six high schoolers starting their first day of freshman year as they form their adventuring party and try to uncover the mystery of why girls at their school keep going missing.

How is it queer? Kristen Applebees is the cleric of the party, and most of her arc in the first season is based in the struggle between honoring her religious upbringing and the god that gave her her magic, and realizing she’s a lesbian. Fig Faeth (the bard of the group) does not have a romance arc in this season, however in season 2 she does end up in a romantic relationship with another woman, and much of her arc in that relationship is based around the insecurities hidden behind her rock and roll persona. Riz Gukgak (the rogue of the group) does not use the term asexual on screen, however it is clear in a conversation in season 2 where he discusses feeling awkward about not being horny when all his other friends are. He was later confirmed as asexual by dungeon master Brennan Lee Mulligan.

Dimension 20: The Unsleeping City

Another story with the same players as Fantasy High. This story takes place in a fantastical New York City where the waking world intersects with the world of dream and magic. The story follows six adventurers as they struggle to keep the two worlds in balance with each other, and prevent the big bad from ruining the world of dreams forever. It’s Brennan’s love letter to New York.

How is it queer? Pete Conlan (the sorcerer of the group) is a bit of a dirt bag drug dealer who is struggling to learn to take on the responsibility of being the voice for the dreams. He is also a trans man. His awakening into the magical New York occurs because his dad attempts to deadname him, and he uses his magic powers to fill his dad’s mouth with bubbles and blast him away.

Not Another D&D Podcast Campaign 1

This is another dungeons and dragons actual play set in a more traditional D&D world. It follows the story of three adventurers living in the shadows of the saviors of Bahumia that came before them. Only to realize one of those saviors might not have retired, and is up to no good. They will have to save Bahumia from one of its saviors.

How is it queer? Beverly Toegold The Fifth (Paladin of the group) is the fantasy equivalent of a Boy Scout and ends up in a romantic relationship with another boy from his troop. (They’re both meant to be 16 by the end of the campaign I believe.) Moonshine Cybin (the Druid of the group) is just generally horny for everyone and anyone that impresses her, but she does also spend her last night before the final battle hooking up with Hardwon’s (the third party member) sister in law.

Not Another D&D Podcast Campaign 2

This story is set in the world of Eldermourne which delves heavily into the aesthetic of gothic horror. It follows three adventurers as they go in search of a missing witch that will help them protect Eldermourne from the conflicting factions of gods and religious extremists each trying to take the world and remake it in the way that suits them.

How is it queer? A major thrust of the story is that Fia Boginya (the wizard and cleric multiclass of the group) once saved her dear friend Irina from execution, but they end up needing Irina’s magic to protect the world. The party goes in search of her, and Fia admits to having always been in love with Irina, even when they were just children.

The Adventure Zone: Balance

Another D&D actual play. This one is set in a fantasy world that draws heavily on both fantasy and other aesthetics. The three adventurers encounter an extremely powerful and destructive magical object, and manage to capture it. In doing so they are inducted into the organization called the Bureau of Balance, and are sent on missions to recover the other objects of power that have been scattered across the land. There is more to the characters than even they know.

How is it queer? Taako the Wizard (one of the adventurers) ends up in a romantic relationship with the Grim Reaper who in this world is a man. There is also a romantic relationship between two women who are also members of the Bureau of Balance that hangs out in the background of the story. A trans woman is also prevalent in the story, but explaining anything else about her reveals major spoilers for the campaign, but trust me she is narratively important.

The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

This is another actual play show, but it uses the Monster of the Week system that was created using shows like Scooby Doo, X-Files, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is set in the fictional town of Kepler, West Virginia and the Monongahela National Forest. Cryptids are real and they all hang out in Kepler. Three friends band together to stop monsters with ill intent from destroying the town, and learn more about the world that parallels theirs. It is Dungeon Master Griffin McElroy’s love letter to the West Virginia town he and his brothers grew up in.

How is it queer? Aubrey Little is the magic user of the group and identifies as bisexual. She ends up in a romantic relationship with a vampire girl in town.

Campaign Skyjacks

It is another role playing game actual play. I’m not entirely clear on what system they are using, as a lot of it is the creation of the game master. It is set in a fantasy world where crossing the oceans has become too treacherous, so pirates, privateers, and sailors alike have all taken to the sky in airships. The story follows four crew members of the ship the Uhuru as they try to make the ship profitable all while trying to hide from the rest of the crew that the captain has long since died and the doctor has been puppet-ing his corpse for weeks now.

How is it queer? I am still in the early stages of the podcast so there may be more queer characters later, but off the bat there is Gable who is the quarter master of the ship. Gable is non-binary.

These are not the only podcasts that fit the bill, but these are the ones I listen to. I’d also like to give a special mention to most other seasons of Dimension 20. There are a ton more, and you’re likely to get at least one queer character per season. However, I wanted to keep it to things you could find for free. Fantasy High and The Unsleeping City are both free on YouTube, but all other Dimension 20 seasons are on the streaming service dropout tv (which I do recommend getting because they do a lot of other good shows too.)

Feel free to add more shows in your reblogs!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #welcome to night vale #the unsleeping city #tuc #wtnv #naddpod #bahumia #eldermourne #taz #the adventure zone #the adventure zone amnesty #taz amnesty #taz balance #skyjacks #the adventure zone balance #alice isn't dead

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dedenneblogs · 1 year ago

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my billions of hcs for ares, clarrise, + anyone else unfortunate to be related to the god of war:

- Ares looks like one of those cool, old, bearded grandpas on youtube that give life advice but the only thing he’d give you advice on is how to handle a motorcycle or how to start a war.

- expects ALL his children to know how to at least ride a bicycle, extra points if your able to handle a motorbike by 16 (yes he has a points system). One of the many reasons he doesn’t like Clarrise ☹️☹️☹️

- Wanted to get with Aphrodite ever since TTC. halted his plans when his chest hairs (yes you heard that right i shan’t elaborate) signaled to him that Clarrise was extremely gay for Silena. thought for a second to make another move after Silena passed but decided against it.

- was ecstatic to find out clarrise was a lesbian but only because he saw it as a way for her to “toughen up” and “be more of a man,” so still hated gay men+. Clarrise knocked some sense into him, he’s an ally now

- clarrise doesn’t forgive ares, she probably never will. Ares is okay with that yet he tries to be there for her. always

- Ares is an 80s movies nut. like. won’t shut the fuck up about 80s movies, it’s basically the only thing he watches other then monster trucks, history channel at 3am (he calls it his news source), and illegal cage fights he’s recorded over the years. was hyped when Ready Player One came out and forced Clarrise to come with him to see it. Clarrise liked Aech by the end but wasn’t impressed by the representation. Ares of course said he loved it, then watched again only to realize how shit it was. Ruined his day

- All the Arises have at least somewhat of a pig face, but it’s most noticeable in clarrise. Like. just take a pig, give it a human body. BOOM! Ares child

- Silena used to always tell Clarrise how cut she thought her pig face was. It made Clarrise less insecure. Sobs oceans when someone says something positive about her face after Silena dies. Ah…. doomed/toxic yuri

- Ares: RISE UP AND WIN!!! Clarrise and her siblings in unison: AUUGHHHHHHH

- Clarrise keeps in contact with Blackbeard. He’s an absolute w, always asks his little sister if she wants to find buried treasure or whatever the fuck pirates do in the 21st century. One day Percy introduced blackbeard and his crew to One Piece. things went downhill from there.

also side note i’ve already read 4 of percy jackson books from the og series so if blackbeard finds the one peice in chalice of the gods or whatever don’t @ me until i find out for myself

#fyp #headcanon #hc #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjato #clarrise la rue #ares #blackbeard #the one peice is real #silena beauregard #aphrodite #clarisse x silena #toxic yuri #doomed yuri

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reamnosart · 11 months ago

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Can you share some of your Ikabod headcanons

Ok thank u for asking because I’ve been holding onto headcanons for so long that I was afraid to share bc I didn’t know how other people would react D: I don’t engage in fandom spaces very much since I used to strictly enjoy canon, but I’m letting myself take artistic liberties with The Upturned since I like it so much!!

In my brain there are two Iks; the real one and the funky little self indulgent one that lives in my brain

“Real” Ik

-Gay and nb (he/they)

-he has adhd!! And probably some other neurodivergence. I relate a lot to how impulsive he is, and I also relate to his problem solving skills (the whole thing with him getting the historic database files)

-Ik’s dad didn’t treat him well because he acted soft (he’s such a sweetheart and a pushover I love this guy)

-I used to think Ik’s line about thanking his dad for killing him would suggest a repression of his sexuality/ associating it with him dying and wishing he was different, but I’m more convinced that he was forgiving/ thanking his father since the afterlife has been a better outlet to experience his interests without being afraid of being himself

-The reason Ik has yellow eyes is because they resemble truck headlights

-traveler isn’t the first person Ik tried to be friends with at the hotel

-the reason Ik doesn’t fight back against sob is because he’s a victim of sob’s experiments. The only things keeping him from becoming a monster are fear and his customer service skills

-I asked Zeekerss once about why souks vary so much in size. He doesn’t have a straight answer for it, but suggested it has to do with characteristics of the person’s soul. Ik was probably around 6 feet tall when he was alive, but his towering stature in the afterlife represents the lengths he goes to make others happy

-same reason he’s got his big goofy smile. He’s like a beacon of hope in such a miserable place. He’s a kind soul who chose to help others instead of wallow like sob or the artist

Self indulgent Ik (basically an OC at this point)

-so basically everything is the same except Ik and Sob are transmasc butch lesbians (just like me fr)

-in canon Ik died at 15 and met sob around 18 but my version of Ik is 21 when he dies and meets Sob (just. Like me)

-it’s easier to have creative freedom with a character when I relate them to myself let me have this

-Ik is Sob’s willing assistant and works with him to find more subjects/ victims for experiments. The suffering of Sob’s victims are a small price to pay in the search for an end to the afterlife, a concept that millions of souls could benefit from (and may even be a way to connect back to the land of the living?)

-Ik has become numb to the idea of connecting to guests after meeting millions of them and being berated/ harassed by lost and confused souls. Traveler is the first person in 40 years he’s related to, so Ik goes out of his way to keep traveler safe from Sob’s traps.

I have so many more but it’s like 5 am so I can’t remember them all rn,,,, thank you again for asking!!! I always love talking about this game.

#the upturned #ikabod kee #the upturned ik #personal #reamnosart

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stargazingellie · 1 year ago

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lazarus is risen

chapter seven: perseus & andromeda – part one

(masterlist) (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

hello beautiful people <3 here is chapter seven !!

synopsis: After deciding to let Abby live, Ellie has returned to Jackson. But given everything she's lost, it no longer feels like home. She's sad, she's confused, and above all else, she is so, so very lonely. So when a group of strangers shows up and offers her a second chance, she might just take them up on that. Ellie must decide between staying in Jackson – and living with the ghosts of her past – or leaving in search of new meaning. Whatever she decides, her choice will have far-reaching consequences – not just for herself, or for Jackson, but for all of humanity.

Or,

Ellie saves the world, maybe?

(ellie williams x reader, post-tlou2, useless lesbians, slow burn, cross country road trip, lots of references to greek mythology, etc.)

Andromeda: Princess of Greek myth, famous for her legendary beauty. Chained to a rock as sacrifice to the sea monster Cetus.

[Lucy]

Besides the occasional infected, the trip had been relatively quiet. But, as with all things in life, everything is quiet – until it isn’t.

As she watched the raindrops pelt the windshield, Lucy recalled lectures from the meteorology unit in science class. Her teacher’s voice rang in her head: The climate and geography of the midwest make it prone to thunderstorms, intense precipitation, and tornadoes.

Indeed, it did. Thick, heavy drops of water littered the front window faster than the windshield wipers could get rid of them. Bright, forked bolts of lightning split the clouds and illuminated the otherwise darkened sky. Claps of thunder shook the inside of the truck so loud that Lucy could feel them reverberate in her teeth.

The truck crept its way down the highway, unable to go much faster than a crawl given the thick wall of water limiting visibility. To their left, periodic bolts of lightning backlit the skyline of a nearby city. Through the haze, Lucy could just barely make out the old green signs of the highway. Lincoln, ¼ Mile, they said.

“We’ll pull off and find shelter once we get past the city,” Jacobs yelled over the storm as he drove.

“Why not one of these buildings?” Lucy asked, gesturing down the off-ramp.

“We don’t know what’s down there. Should only be a few minutes. It’ll be safer further away,” Jacobs replied.

As if on cue, a loud pop! echoed from below the truck. It wasn’t thunder.

“Shit – ” Jacobs muttered as he tried to regain control over the swerving vehicle, until it gradually came to a halt. He groaned, then sighed.

“There’s a spare in the back,” he announced as he and Alvaro prepared to get out. “Stay put, this shouldn’t take long.”

They disappeared from view as soon as their doors were shut. Inside, the heavy rain continued to beat rhythmically on the roof.

Lucy sighed and sunk lower in her seat. “Great timing, huh?” she said, looking over at Ellie. Ellie didn’t reply, instead wringing her hands as she nervously watched outside. It was obvious she was on edge.

Lucy took note and said, “Hey, it’s just a flat tire. They know what they’re doing. It’s gonna be fine.”

Keeping her gaze out the window, Ellie heaved a deep sigh and said, “I know, I know, I just… I have a bad feeling about this.”

“What do you mean?” Lucy asked.

“Well, the cities can be really dangerous. There are some really bad groups out there, and sometimes they’ll come up with these schemes…” she trailed off, clearly remembering something unpleasant. She shook her head. “But yeah, no, I’m sure you’re right.” She turned to Lucy and forced a small smile. Lucy returned the gesture.

Then, the doors flung open, gloved hands reached inside, and all three passengers were ripped out of the truck.

The first thing she felt was the rain – so heavy and so cold. She had to squint to keep the water from dripping into her eyes. Within a matter of seconds, her hair and clothes were completely soaked through, chilling her to the bone.

She lost her footing as she was pulled from the truck, leaving her scrambling on all fours. Strong hands clenched around her wrists from behind, and she desperately tried to gain purchase on the ground as they dragged her away from the vehicle. When her captor came to a stop, Lucy was forced to her knees as the sharp, cold blade of a knife pressed against her throat. The blade was pressed so tightly to her skin that any sudden movement was sure to draw blood.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy could see her father in the same position as a second captor held a knife to his throat. The gloved hand holding the knife was attached to a tall figure wearing a dark, hooded cloak that obscured the rest of their body.

Through the watery haze in front of her, she could just make out Alvaro and Jacobs wrestling with two more hooded figures near the back of the truck. Lucy frantically looked around for their fifth member, but Ellie had been pulled to the other side of the vehicle and was nowhere to be seen.

“Ellie!” Lucy yelled, desperate to be heard over the downpour. She thought she heard a voice yell from beyond the truck, but it was impossible to be sure over the storm.

“Shut up,” a gruff voice from behind her said as the blade pressed deeper into her neck.

Without further outburst, Lucy watched Alvaro and Jacobs as they tussled with their opponents. The strangers were quick and nimble, deftly avoiding the officers’ advances. But the officers were built like oxen, so when they finally landed a punch the hooded figures crumpled to the ground in a heap of fabric.

With their opponents knocked out, the officers stopped to gauge their surroundings. Over here! Help! Lucy wanted to scream, but the knife at her throat kept her quiet. She had no way of knowing what had happened to Ellie, but she thought at least one of the officers would come to her and her father’s aid. She was instantly relieved when they looked in her direction. Yes, yes, we’re over here! She could have sworn she even locked eyes with one of them.

Needless to say, her stomach dropped when both officers disappeared behind the other side of the truck. She kneeled tensely as the cold rain poured down her back, listening for any sign of life.

Next to her, the figure holding her father shifted their weight. “Hey, what’s going on over there?” they yelled. No response.

“Hey, man,” they said to the person holding Lucy. “We should get out of here while we still can.”

“We can’t just leave them out here!” Lucy’s captor replied.

“C’mon, they could be dead already for all we know! You saw what those guys did to the others.”

Her captor considered for a moment. “Fine, let’s go,” they said, as they removed the knife from Lucy’s neck. “Blessed be the light.”

Lucy didn’t have time to question the statement before the hilt of the knife collided with her temple and everything went black.

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Lucy was still in her wet clothes when she woke, and immediately she started shivering. Wrists shackled above her, she sat leaning against the cold, hard wall of what looked like an old conference room. She brought her knees to her chest in a futile attempt to hold onto whatever warmth she could.

The blow from the knife left a throbbing pain in her head and blurred her vision. She had to squint in the harsh fluorescent light. Blearily, she watched as someone wearing a dark hooded cloak entered from the hallway carrying a tray. The figure approached and knelt in front of her, offering a glass of water.

Lucy turned her head in refusal, too weak to say anything more than “Nnn…”

“Please, it will help with the pain,” a gentle girl’s voice emanated from under the hood. “I promise.”

Lucy tried to make out the details of the girl’s face. The lights were too harsh and the hood’s shadow too dark, but Lucy could tell the girl was quite young – maybe 14, if that. She looked sincere, and Lucy reluctantly sipped from the glass as the girl held it to her lips. Lucy accepted apple slices too, glad to have something in her stomach.

The girl looked behind her as if to check if anyone was there. In a hushed voice, she said, “When he comes in, don’t fight him. He’s nicer if he thinks you like him.” Three sharp knocks came from the door, signaling her time was up as she turned to go. “The sedative should help with the pain, too,” she whispered as she hurried away.

Lucy realized what the girl meant just as her eyelids grew heavy and she was pulled back into unconsciousness.

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As the drugs wore off, Lucy groggily opened her eyes to find a man seated in a chair in front of her. Unlike the others, this man wore a crisp, pristine suit and tie, face clearly visible. He was clean shaven, and his long, gray hair was carefully styled so as to leave no stray hair out of place. When he smiled at her, she noticed his teeth were a harsh, abnormal white.

“Hello, darling. Welcome back.” He flashed that awful smile at her again. She was still having trouble forming words, so he kept talking. “My men tell me they saved you on the highway out there. Nasty weather, huh? Lucky we were there to help.”

Lucy furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of what he was saying. She knew she was probably nursing a concussion, and forming coherent thoughts proved to be an arduous task. “That’s… that’s not… what happened…” she managed.

“Mmm… must have been a nasty tumble you took,” he said, cocking his head. “Head injuries are no joke, you know.”

“I didn’t… f-fall…” she stammered as she glared at him.

“Ah, my sweet. Perhaps your memory will come back in time.” He raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of surprise with his hands. “Oh! How silly of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Keane. I run things here in the city. I’m looking forward to showing you around, once you’ve healed a bit.” He leaned forward and used his hand to caress her knee. Lucy tried to pull away, but there was only so far she could go with her back against the wall. “I think you’ll be very useful here.” He flashed another smile, and being almost face to face with it made her stomach turn. She spat in his face.

Immediately, his demeanor changed. The smile disappeared, his eyebrows lowered, and a cold, cruel look crept into his eyes. He calmly wiped the spit off of his face and leaned back.

“I see you’re not quite healed enough yet. Maybe next time I see you, you’ll remember how lucky you are to be here. Blessed be the light, sister.” He stood up and walked out of the room without saying another word. As he left, a large hooded figure entered, gloved hands wielding a thick baton. Lucy cowered against the wall as the figure swiftly crossed the room, coming directly for her. With one deft strike to the head, everything went black.

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“Lucy? Lucy, hey, are you there?” a voice called, sounding far away. Hands gripped her shoulders and shook her back into semi-consciousness. In her half-aware state, Lucy saw the dark hood on the figure in front of her and struggled weakly to get away.

“N-no… get off of m-me…” she mumbled as she curled herself as far away from the figure as she could in her delirious state.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” The voice was soft. The figure removed their hood and gripped her face. Strong, calloused hands gently turned her face so Lucy was forced to look at the person in front of her. As Lucy’s vision focused, she found herself looking into a familiar pair of green eyes.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Ellie talked as she unlocked the shackles above Lucy’s head. “I’m gonna get you out of here. Can you walk?” Lucy nodded weakly, but as Ellie helped her stand up, she almost collapsed.

“Woah, woah, okay. That’s okay. Just hold on, alright?” Ellie wrapped one arm around Lucy’s back and the other under her knees as she picked her up. With whatever strength she could muster, Lucy wrapped her arms tightly around Ellie’s neck. She tucked her face into Ellie’s chest to block out the harsh light that made her head throb.

Lucy was conscious enough to keep herself upright, but otherwise everything passed in a blur. She registered doors opening, strange voices, the sensation of being set down and picked back up again. Occasionally, Ellie would mumble something like, “Hey, stay with me, okay?” or, “Almost out, just a little further.”

Eventually, everything faded to quiet. Lucy felt herself being laid on the ground, head propped up on something soft and solid. She managed to open her eyes, and was met not with the harsh fluorescence of before, but with soft morning light peeking through a leafy canopy. Above her, she watched as Ellie smiled softly down at her. Lucy’s head was in Ellie’s lap, and Ellie gently brushed stringy pieces of hair out of her face.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Ellie said. “We’re safe, for now. You can rest if you need to.”

Grateful for the invitation, Lucy didn’t fight it this time as she slipped back into unconsciousness.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #lazarus is risen // ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou #tlou2

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peacheises · 2 years ago

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💛💫Voca/Utauloid Headcanons of Mine💫💛

Not proofread, too lazy😍😍

💫 Hatsune Miku 💫

I think Miku is a bit of a spoiled diva, but only a bit!

She is pretty generous despite the whole "World is Mine" thing, I like to think she uses her brand to get charities off the ground🤔

Miku gives me Pansexual and proud vibes

Her hair is a chore to take care of and takes hours to prepare for a concert! Loads of teal hair in the trash and clogging the shower drain.

She has an arsenal of scrunchies at the ready for her pigtails>:)

Miku doesn't like the coral colour. Yknow that reddish orange colour? She doesn't like wearing it.

Miku doesn't actually know how to do make-up, Luka always does it for her!

💫 Kagamine Rin 💫

Rin has ADHD me thinks🤔

She has a load of fidget spinners cuz she thinks they are cool✊

She has roller skates and she rides around town in the 24/7!

Her bow collection rivals Jojo Siwa's and is definitely more fashionable😩

Her notebook is filled with all sorts of goofy song ideas written in bright orange highlighter.

She has to cut her hair or it starts to grow out- like almost as long as Miku's! It grows fast so regular hair trims><

She love love LOVES little charms and accessories! Sanrio and Animal Crossing are some of her favourite things to collection stuff from!

💫 Kagamine Len 💫

I have the most to say about him cuz he is my favourite so strap in>:)

Len has a skateboard that has all sorts of stickers on it ranging from MLP G2 stickers from his sister to spiderman and undertale references!

Len forgets stuff easily, he isn't stupid just stuff slips his mind easily. So he carries a small pocket book to write stuff in if it's important!

He plays piano and guitar obvi but I totally see I'm sitting down after football season on the field after school and playing some melodies on an acoustic guitar with his homies.

Also has to trim his hair regularly JSKSJSKSJSK (Rapunzel Len😳😳???)

He snatches scrunchies from Miku's collections sometimes to put in his hair sometimes cuz he likes them.

100% a brony I refuse to believe otherwise♡♡♡

Can be a gentleman when he wants SoE wasn't 100% a lie💫

Fingerless gloves, T-shirts over white hoodies, naturally torn jeans, and bright sneakers or combats slay💅

Raging bisexual king

Had a crush on Fukase once. Immediately didn't anymore.

Possibly trans masc? Idk I feel like he isn't but he has that t-boy swag👁👁

Fangirls lowkey scare him, like yes he knows he has them and yes he is terrified of them. (Mention that Tei girl and he is outta there.)

Probably has a crush on random Utauloid girls cuz they aren't popular and he has a higher chance of wooing them💀

Does his make-up himself cuz Luka never adds enough eyeliner for his highness.

💫 Megurine Luka 💫

Mom friend

A bit of an air head and she always spends hours picking out her outfits because they needs to be perfect('□`)

She Miku dated at one point🤔

Make-up wizard~!!!

She does everybody's make-up except for Len's.

Really soft hands, like ethereal. If you hold them you will instantly feel self-conscious about yours if you're like me.

She sheds. Everywhere. It's like pink little worms everywhere. She sheds more than Miku. If the drain isn't clogged by a teal monster it's a pink one.

Paints everyone nails, yes even his highness Len. Luka just has really light handy-work! Super delicate and great for little details><

Luka likes to draw and paint pretty scenery!

She has an affinity for sun hats💛💛

Cottage core lesbian vibes

💫 Shion Kaito 💫

Kaito has an ice cream truck. He drives it around town while it plays a heavy metal version of the ice cream truck theme. Scares all the kids.

He and Len play smash bros as Joker and Pit 24/7 and have the most intense screaming battles!

He has a pusheen plush collection><

He has his room at like, 10 degrees colder than the rest of the mansion cuz mf likes his blankets and he is a.... Snowman.

HHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE

Anyways he has a whole closet of just scarves and it's like walking through a car wash minus all the water and soap almost.

We all know he wears his scarves to the pool but did you know he also wears them in the shower?!?!?!😱😱😱😱

Kinda feels like an omni with a male lean.

💫 Sakine Meiko 💫

She has every single alcoholic drink at the local bar memorized....

She really likes heels! She has a whole bunch. Kinda like the Barbie of Vocaloid when it comes to them U_U💅

She and Luka are besties and they have that lesbian "besties" vibe going on JSKJSSKSJJSSJ

Mmmmm yiAS- And they were *best friends.*

Anyways Meiko is totally called Koko and Meimei around the house.

When she isn't chugging alcohol she is chugging some kind of apple cider.

I feel like if her mascot item wasn't sake it would be apples or lipstick🤔

She has a whole 3 drawers of just lipsticks btw

💫 Kasane Teto 💫

As we all know she is now a Synth. But in my heart I still call her an Utau even tho it's technically wrong- but it's also not harming anyone so who cares?

She and Miku went on a date once. Best day of her life😍/hj

She is a bread connoisseur and her current dream is to some day visit France😔✊

Her hair is such a pain to style in the morning- when she isn't going out she doesn't even bother and leaves it loose.

I headcanon she and Fukase are siblings and also Fukkatsu Kozuko's older siblings. They all have those red eyes... they must be related! (Kozuko just got the recessive hair genes obviously LSJSKJSAKJSKAS)

Totally has gamer rage and plays competitive games like League of Legends and the online Pokemon battles.

Totally a huge Pokemon nerd btw and her favourite game is Pokemon Y cuz it's based on France!

She beat Rin over the head with a baguette once....

Pansexual or Bisexual vibes... tbh whatever it is she isn't straight that's for sure I mean that girl definitely has a crush on Miku.

Speaking of which, she is a frequent donater to Miku's collection getting her more scrunchies every chance she gets 😔

💫 Oliver 💫

MY BOYYYYYY

Oliver is great💛💛💛

When asked if he is a dog person or a cat person he confidently replies with "I'm a bird person>:D!!"

Luka was screaming about a spider in the snack cabinet once and he just grabbed it and ate it. I mean, it *was* in the snack cabinet. I wouldn't be surprised if he put it there....

He is kinda prone to getting sick easy.

He has asthma:(((

Len got him shoes and he never wears them.

Brush his hair for him, he will like it Q-Q *Holds Oliver gently*

💫 Fukase 💫

I don't like Fukase. But I also like him. Like I like that I can dislike him yknow? He is a radical dude and I think he is great we would just totally argue all the time and call eachother rude names then bro hug and fist bump and if anyone asks no we aren't friends we are broskenimes.

House hold name? Fuck ass.

He takes pride in that name.

He, Len, and Piko play minecraft together and take turns blowing up each other's houses.

Totally takes his little sister to meet ups with Len just to piss him off/freak him out.

He eats his toe nails.

Raging gay ass mf here

💫 Utatane Piko 💫

This trans mf

T-Boy swag is strong with this one

Also probably a gay but I also see him being an omni with a male lean

Dating Fukase 100%

They blow each other's house up in minecraft as a display of affection♡♡♡

He and Len are broskis forever and have friendship bracelets that are MLP themed

His favourite pony is Rarity or DJ Pony and yes he is a brony.

He also really likes TBHK and Genshin Impact

Uses all his money to get his husbandos

Cat person tbh

💫 Kamui Gakupo 💫

EYYY MY OTHER FAVOURITE LOID!!!

Omni with that male lean I mean look at those gay samurai from Japanese history he is totally one of those.

"IT'S NOT GAY! IT'S TRADITION!!😤😤😤"

Totally in denial about his gayness.

Rhythm game king

He takes great pride in his hair and he doesn't actually shed that much like Miku and Luka!

Doesn't actually like eggplants he just got them stuck on him because of popipo and Dancing Samurai.

He prefers grapes😔

Wine enthusiast and actually more of an alcoholic than Meiko😳

Gave Len advice on how to get hot girls once and the advice wound up with the girl jumping into the pool fully dressed to avoid him.

100% not gay guys idk what you're talking about

💫 Megpoid Gumi 💫

I don't have many headcanons for her😭😭

She has a garden!

Did a Lumine from Genshin Impact cosplay once😳😳😳

Totally into Len at one point but Len was too dense to notice

Straight alliance(???)

Again not much here for her

Into Octonauts tho, Tweak is her favourite.

💫 VFlower 💫

FLOWERRRR!!!

She is totally Miku's crush 🥺🥺

Tbh, ace vibes

Another one of Len's broskis

She hates her new design

Slay queen tbh

I don't have much on her either but she is cool asf

I feel like she worked at a McDonald's once and idk why🤔

Currently works at a cafe

Huge P5 fan idk why

Also an artist! She is more into character design tho:)

Awesome fashion sense.

💫 Akita Neru 💫

Imma be honest with yall, I don't like her😰

I hate tsunderes so much they are so annoying and they make my skin boil.

Watching her be so mean to Len in the fics I read makes it really hard for me to like her cuz Len is my emotional support character so I don't have any headcanons for her.

But I don't wanna disappoint so I'll make a few on the spot!

She is a top streamer and has lots of male fans cuz she has that gremlin streamer that runs off of doritos and mountain dew vibes><

Has an Insta and uses Tumblr 24/7 in secret👀👀

She feels like a straight alliance to me

Anger issues

Maybe she is used to getting ignored and the only way she thinks she can get Len's attention is by bullying him?

Idk

💫 Fukkatsu Kozuko 💫

I made her so I obvi have a lot of headcanons but none of them are fact because I want her to be like all the other loids:)

One of them cursed Len simps

But she is tame about it and honestly a sweetheart soooo we gucci👌

She isn't stalking him like Tei and Mayu or beating him up like Neru. Just like, normal girl stuff.

Even then she doesn't get into cat fights over it cuz she doesn't have the confidence to.

Oh yeah! Low self-esteem cuz her VB is crappy and she has a lisp sometimes 😔😔

She feels like she might fall somewhere on the autism spectrum, but that might just be me self-protecting again🤔

Probably cries easily.

She really likes to decorate her room in cutesy pink stuff and she always wears these over the top soft girl outfits.

A huge fan of Miku! Really wants to be her friend but doesn't have the confidence to talk to her.

Rin, Len, Oliver, and Teto are her friends. (Teto doesn't have a choice cuz they are siblings/j)

Fukase insults her a lot but not in the mean way in the sibling way yknow yknow

Like "You're smelly"

Fukase let her play minecraft with him and his gang once and they all had cute cottages by the end of it. Fukase was >:[ing the whole time cuz he wanted her to be annoying to Len.

She is that friend who is too nervous to talk up so she just agrees and nods to everything and she is easily manipulated into things q-q

She is scared of Mayu, Tei, and Neru and they are mostly the reason she doesn't approach Len unless multiple people are around. She feels a lot safer when Fukase is there cuz Fukase is... Fukase is scary. No one wants to mess with Fukase. Mess with Fukase mess with some ancient eldritch horror or smth.

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just-walk-around · 2 years ago

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I don't read or watch the twilight saga, I only have seen some parts. But I love fanfics, I twilight fanfics are part of all the group of shows that I like. But my queer ass prefer a platonic relationship than romantic between Bella and Edward. WLW and MLM is the best friendship ever.

Edward (sad, dramatic, repressed hundred years old but still mentally teenager gay): I'M A MONSTER, AN ABOMINATION THE WORST, GOD WILL NEVER OPEN THE DOORS TO HEAVEN FOR ME.

Bella (kinda depressed, sarcastic, weird, grow up to fast, absolute disaster lesbian): DUDE, IS JUST A FUCKING SPIDER!

Bella x all female vampire (except esme that woman is her mother figure you can't change my mind) is delicious.

Alice? Friends to lovers, calm gf and too much energy gf, "sweast and t shirt is enough" "as your future wife I have full right to change your clothes" "my Future Fucking what?!" "opps spoilers" , oh you are weird I weird too! Besties!

Rosalie? Rival to lovers, tsundere gf and oblivious gf, "I fucking hate you" "oh, then what you buy me a new car?" "BECAUSE THAT SHITTY TRUCK HURT MY EYES", family intervention because they Will never get together otherwise "I'm not jealous!"You just make a boy cry because he told her how nice her hair looked!" "wow your sister is beautiful but she is a bitch, just because she is hot and smart and have a pretty smile and..." "Bells just ask her out this is painful to watch" "I don't love her!" "Bella take a moment to think about everything that happened between you two, EVERYTHING and tell me again that you don't love her" "I.. *processing information" "HOLY FUCK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR SISTER""Congratulations you are THE LAST TO KNOW IT! "

Any of the Denali trio ? Teacher x student, "I have met this human for one second now I love her I will provide everything for her I will make her happy Fucked up!Edward stay away", patient gf with hurt gf.

Victoria or any volturi girl? Enemy to friends to lovers, reluctant gf and resigned gf, denial, denial and more denial, the bad guys are actually doing good things, "I will never fall in love with you" "I have all the time of the world darling". Unhealthy relationship going to healthy relationship.

The other vampire clans? The possibilities are endless!.

PLUS PAPA BEAR CHARLIE JUS GOING FULL SUPPORTIVE,HE COULD EITHER BE PUTTING RAINBOWS STICKERS IN HIS CLOTHES, "YES SIR I LOVE NY GAY DAUGHTER DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT" OR HAVING NO IDEA HOW TO GO ABOUT IT, "So you like tits? I like tits too! I mean, uh" "did you need um you know advice? About you know?" "dad please you are killing me" the best Is that he wouldn't care if his daughter is dating a vampire BUT THEY ARE SO OLD, HE WOULD BE LOOKING THINKING IS THIS PREDATORY BEHAVIOR? AND BELLA BEING LIKE DAD WE JUST ARE HOLDING HANDS There will not be a shotgun he will buy a freaking flamethrower he will spend all his money for a fishing boat to buy it. Because God dammit he is a dad trying his best!.

Edward x Jacob? Enemy to friends to lovers, cross lovers, cat bf x dog bf, homophobic Edward, denial denial and more denial, supportive cullens or slightly homophobic because of their differents ages trying their best to overcome their views for their son/brother, VS the pack "my imprint is a boy" "That's okay we love you and support you anyway"" he is a vampire""WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY?! EXILE FOR JACOB, EXILED FOR HUNDRED OF YEARS"

Edward x Emmett? I get us in trouble bf and I get us out of trouble bf, calm bf and too much energy bf, grumpy cat bf and dumb bear bf, "babe what animal is the pink panther?" "dear, is in the name" "I think is a lion" "love of my life is a panther" "I Google it panther aren't pink" "AND FUCKING LIONS ARE?" "You do something stupid again don't you" "no, I just think he will like some roses for his room and a new piano" "sure"

Edward x jasper? Learning together to live with overwhelming powers and the guilt of our decisions and mistakes.

And just for the shit of it, Edward x Aro, Carlisle going FULL PAPA BEAR ON IT.

Like it could go the hurt/comfort route or the comedic route and it will be amazing.

#bella swan #edward cullen #Twilight #Twilight saga #rosalie twilight #alice cullen #emmet cullen #jasper cullen #jacob black

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magicalgirlagency · 1 year ago

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Could you give us some examples of tropes that Madoka used that have been done in past?

Gladly. There might be some stuff missing but here's what I could pull out of my brain:

Mentor Mascot that turns out to be evil: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. It's later revealed that Finn Fish, Maron's mentor, is an agent of Satan;

Magical Contract: CardCaptor Sakura. Kinomoto Sakura's summoning sequences mention a contractual order: I, Sakura, command you under our contract!;

Magical Girl with a Gun: On the earliest drafts of Sailor Moon, Usagi was supposed to have a gun (but it was later given to Chibiusa), Wedding Peach had a gun, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt had 1/3 of its MCs have a gun;

Magical Girl Jeanne D'Arc: Again, Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. Kusakabe Maron is the reincarnation of Jeanne D'Arc;

Christianity: Fujiwara Zakuro/Mew Zakuro is Protestant, Hino Rei/Sailor Mars attends an all-girls' catholic school (though she's a Shinto Priestess), Kusakabe Maron/K.K.Jeanne is blessed by God, Haneoka Meimi/Saint Tail attends a catholic school and recieves intel from a trainee nun, Yamabuki Inori/Cure Pine implements her faith in her magic attacks and quotes;

Worldwide Magical Girls: Taken up to a galactic scale in Sailor Stars. It is implied that ther are other Sailor Senshi out there in space, and only women can be Sailor Senshi;

Human souls manifested as gemstones: Sailor Moon S had the Pure Heart Crystals, and the series in general had the Silver Crystal that belonged to the titular heroine (and was SHATTERED in Promise of the Rose);

Magical Girl that kills people: Tsukino Usagi/Sailor Moon kills Prof. Tomoe in the manga/Crystal S3, and the Outer Senshi (Uranus, Neptune and Pluto) have attempted to murder his daughter, Tomoe Hotaru, to prevent the Apocalypse;

Magical Girl that FUCKING DIES: Minky Momo. Her transformation item is destroyed and she dies by being ran over by a truck. It has even brought up the rumor of an earthquake-related curse;

Lesbian MG willing to sacrifice the entire world for their beloved: Again, Sailor Moon, with Kaioh Michiru/Sailor Neptune once saying that "a world without Haruka isn't one worth saving";

Monsters born out of people's sadness and insecurities: HeartCatch PreCure. The Desertrians are born from a person's wiltering Heart Flower;

Magical Girl Goddess: HeartCatch's Mugen Silhouette has debuted two months or so before Madokami did;

Magical Girl Goddess ascension: Phantasm Soldier Valis. Ahso Yuuko forfeits her humanity in the end of Valis III, and no one remembers her as a result;

Magical Girl with PTSD: Tsukikage Yuri/Cure Moonlight was unable to transform and fight due to the immense grief of losing her fairy Cologne, Tsukino Usagi/Sailor Moon has witnessed her partners dying on multiple occasions and has developed martyrical tendencies as a result where she would sacrifice herself to stop the threat;

Magical Girl that bends the villain's rules to escape the narrative: Princess Tutu. 'Nuff said.

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haveyouplayedthisttrpg · 3 months ago

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500 polls summary

And now our 500th poll is over.

A game that stayed at the top for...every precedent summaries has lost its throne.

Here is a Summary of these 500 polls results (with some comparaisons to the 400th poll summary):

The 10 Most Known Games :

1 Call of Cthlju (3% never heard of) NEW

2 Pathfinder 2e (3,20%)

3 Cyberpunk (3.60%)

4 Shadowrun (8.30%)

5 Mage The Awakening (9.20%) NEW

6 GURPS (10.5%) NEW

7 Warhammer fantasy roleplaying (10.90%)

8 Dungeon World (13%)

9 Fate Core (13.10%)

10 Thirsty sword lesbian (13.50 %)

3 new game in this top : Call of Cthulhu, Mage the awakening, GURPS.

This means Mage the Ascension,Apocalypse world and Exalted are out of the Top 10

The 10 Most Played Games

1 Call of Cthulhu 43.50% NEW

2 Pathfinder 2e 42%

3 Monster of the Week 36.40 %

4 Chronicles of Darkness 34.70%

5 Fate Core 33.20%

6 The Quiet Year 31.70%

Below this line, the played part was not the majority on the poll

7 Dungeon World 30.60%

8 Shadowrun 30.40%

9 Blades in the Dark 28.60 %

9 Star Wars Edge of the Empire 28.60 %

10 Lancer 26,10%

One new game in the top Most Played : Call of Cthulhu who dethroned Pathfinder

Mutant and Masterminds is out the Top 10

The 10 Most Voted on Polls

1 Dallas The Television RPG 8013 votes

2 I'm sorry did you say street magic ? 1593

3 Wanderhome 1187

4 One HONK Before Midnight 1163

5 Fight Truck 1044

6 Chuubo's Marvelous Wish Granting Engine 1026

7 Buffy The Vampire Slayer RPG 995 NEW

8 The Quiet Year 953

9 Dialect 893

10 Mork Borg 890

Only one new game on the most voted top : Buffy the vampire slayer

Pathfinder is out of the top 10

Percentage of Games per Decade

2020s: 270 polls (+ 58), 54% ↑

2010s : 121 polls (+ 21), 24.2% ↓

2000s : 55 polls (+ 14), 11% ↑

1990s : 28 polls (+ 3), 5.6% ↓

1980s : 23 polls (+ 4), 4.6% ↓

1970s : 3 polls (+0), 0.6% ↓

Most Known Game from each Decade

1970s : Traveller 29.30% Never Heard of

1980s : Call of Cthulhu 3% NEW

1990s : Mage The Ascension 14.80%

2000s : Pathfinder 3.20%

2010s : Dungeon World 13%

2020s : Thirsty Sword Lesbians 13.50%

Some games have been dethroned ! Call of Cthulhu has become the game of the 80s instead of Cyberpunk

Will someone dethroned Pathfinder for the 2000s decade ?

Which country do most games comes from ? ( the arrows apply to the percentage, not the position)

1 USA : 310 polls (+ 64), 62% ↑

2 UK : 55 polls(+14), 11 % ↑

3 France (+1 ↓) ; Canada (+6 ↑) : 19 polls, 3.8%

4 Australia 14 polls (+5 ), 2.8% ↑

5 Unknown 12 polls (+3) 2.4% ↑

6 Italy(+0 ↓), Japan (+ 2 ↑) : 9 polls, 1.8%

7 Sweden : 8 polls (+0), 1.6% ↓

8 New Zealand/Aotearoa : 7 polls (+2), 1.4% ↑

9 Finland (+0 ) 5 polls, 1% ↓

10 Germany (+1 ↑) Spain (+0 ↓) , Scotland ( +0 ↓) : 4 polls, 0.8%

11 Phillipines (+0 ↓), Ireland (+2 ↑) 3 polls, 0.6%

12 Brazil (+0 ↓), Denmark (+0 ↓) : 2 polls, 0.4%

13 Bandgladesh (+0 ↓), Malta (+0 ↓), Malaysia (+0 ↓), Mexico (+0 ↓), Netherlands (+0 ↓), Norway (+0 ↓) , Russia (+0 ↓), Singapore (+0 ↓), Slovenia(+0 ↓), South Africa (+0 ↓), Trinidad (+1) : 1 poll, 0.2%

We discovered a game from 1 new country : Trinidad

Please continue submitting games from other countries, and check the unknown ones to see if you know where they're from. Don't hesitate to submit non translated games

Most Known Game per Country

Australia : Mausritter 34.70% Never Heard of

Bandladesh : Midnight in a Perfect World 95.20%

Brasil : CBR+PNK 54.40%

Canada : Monsterhearts 16.90%

Denmark : Red Rook Revolt : 89.10%

Finland : Lamentations of the Flame Princess 44%

France : In Nomine 60.20%

Germany : The Dark Eye 62.40%

Ireland : TWarhammer 40k Wrath and Glory 30.50% NEW

Italy : Fabula Ultima 43.10%

Japan : Ryuutama 52.30%

Malaysia : Lumen Ryder Core 79.20%

Malta : Flabbergasted 78.80%

Mexico : Nahual 81%

Netherland : Foul Play 72.30%

New Zealand / Aotearoa : Monster of the Week 15.20 %

Norway : Itras By 85.30%

Phillipines : Gubat Banwa 36.80%

Russia : Horror Movie World 89.90%

Scotland : Delve A Solo Map Drawing Game 46%

Singapore : Hearts of Wulin 63.90%

Slovenia : Ultraviolet Grasslands 59.50%

South Africa : Nihilation 93.90%

Spain : Eyes on the Price 63.90%

Sweden : Tales from the Loop 18.70%

Trinidad : Nielsenauts 95.20% NEW

United Kingdom : Warhammer fantasy 10.90%

USA : Call of Cthulhu 3% NEW

Unknown : Fellowship 45%

All the results and the submitted games can be found here

To submit a game, go here

#ttrpg #tabletop rpg #poll #ttrpg stuff #ttrpg community #indie ttrpg #indie ttrpgs #tabletop roleplaying

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wordstrings · 3 years ago

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Loopy 5

A story of fluff and kink discovery. The third date. Word count: 5,100

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

(or read it on AO3)

—

Dean opens the shelter’s front door and enters chaos.

There are shouts. There are crashes. The display of collars and treat packs in the corner of the lobby is on its side with its products strewn across the floor like shattered glass. Footsteps are pounding away down the hall on his left. In front of him, Charlie is behind the service counter, standing precariously on the unstable seat of a swiveling office chair and squeaking down at her feet in dismay.

“What–” is all Dean gets out before a thunderous shout of “YOU FUCKER!” echoes out from the distant looper area, followed by a slamming door.

“Jailbreak!” Charlie chirps as she looks wildly about the floor below her. “One of the newer residents used to be a service looper and nobody told us. She opened her own crate and staged an uprising. Cas is–”

Another roar of frustration cuts through the halls. Some rooms away, something clatters.

“–is the only one who can wrangle them. I just go to a puddle if something tickles, and… no, get away, get out of here, you little monster!”

She grabs the pen behind her ear and hurls it at the floor somewhere behind the counter. There’s a scrabbling sound off to her right. Charlie yelps and grabs onto the chair’s backrest to keep from falling off, then starts scooting her weight atop the chair to make it roll a few inches in the opposite direction.

Never one to leave a lesbian in distress, Dean leans his palms on the counter and levers himself up a few inches to look down on the other side.

“Where is it?”

Charlie points toward the wastebasket. A slim black collar that looks like it belongs on a chihuahua is shuffling around in the empty space a few inches from the floor.

Dean vaults the counter and makes a grab for it. It evades; he swipes; it makes a break for the door; he dives after it.

“Gotcha.”

The invisible handful of wiggly looper grabs back at him, twining frantic tentacles around his wrist, his arm. Dean stands carefully and coos some soothing noises. A few soft strokes help the looper calm until its tentacles stop their grabbing and begin sliding gently between his fingers instead.

“Uh. What should I do with it?” he asks.

Charlie points out past the lobby as she climbs carefully down off the wobbly chair. “The crates in the looper room have numbers above each door. There should be a tag on that little guy’s collar that matches. If you think you can help Cas at all after putting that one back, just follow the yelling.”

Dean nods. “Will do.”

He tucks the looper into the crook of his arm like a football and begins picking his way out into the destruction. A tentacle or two rubs curiously at his elbow, but the poor thing is too stressed to do much more than that. He keeps petting it until they’ve reached the looper room. Locating the right crate is quick work, and once it’s secure with the wayward looper inside, he pauses to take in the rest of the room.

A good number of crates are still locked shut, but there are about a dozen vacant with doors hanging open. Dean hopes none of them were litters still being kept together. The staff will be hunting down teeny invisible looper pups for weeks if that’s the case.

A door opens somewhere out in the hallway. Dean steps out to see if he can help– and promptly gets hit by a truck.

A wide pink collar and trailing leash gallops away down the hall, leaving him flat on his ass and blinking spots from his eyes.

“I’m going to fucking– oh my god, Dean.”

Today is suddenly a million times better, because Cas is here. And touching him. Dean still feels a bit disoriented, but he manages to grin at his boyfriend.

(That term, applied to Cas, still makes him light up inside. He thought he’d gotten over the giddy bits, but it’s not like he’s required to tell anybody that, so who cares if it makes him feel a bit like a teen again. Boyfriend!)

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry, she’s an asshole–!” Cas calls accusingly down the hallway.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Dean insists, but accepts Cas’ hand in getting up. “Tell me how I can help.”

—

Nothing ever goes smoothly when Dean is around, Cas thinks. Not that it’s Dean’s fault – more like the universe has it out for Cas whenever Dean is present, always keeping him humble with a slip-up or complication out of his control.

Cas likes control. If there is a god, Cas decides they hate each other.

Even with Dean’s help, it’s an exhausting round-up getting the loose loopers wrangled. By the end of it, Cas has almost forgotten the whole reason Dean’s here in the first place: picking him up for their third date.

He feels grimy and tired. Humble.

Dean is nothing but gracious, offering small soothing touches and opening doors so Cas doesn’t have to. It’s a mercy that their plans involve takeout and a movie at Dean’s place. Cas would be a terrible date tonight if anything more socially strenuous were required of him.

—

There’s a lot to learn about a person when observing their living space.

Cas already knows Dean wears leather jackets and drives a muscle car, so the classic masculinity of his apartment is no surprise. The cleanliness, though, is unexpected. Not to say that there isn’t some clutter; the mail slot on the wall is packed with cockeyed junk mail, a corner of the coffee table holds short stacks of magazines, some piece of electronic equipment is laid open like a surgery patient on one end of the dining table. But there are no dirty dishes stacked in the sink, no haphazard piles of clothing on the floor. Dean keeps his space in order, making Cas feel like a comfortable guest rather than a surprise intruder.

The movie collection is, as promised, epic. Cas has visited his share of theaters for new releases, but he’s typically more of a channel-surfer in his entertainment choices. Dean, though, is clearly a movie buff, and the triple-wide bookcase that owns the space beneath the wall-mounted TV is lined with disc cases. They’re meticulously arranged in alphabetical order, with a tasteful selection of pop figures acting as occasional bookends. Framed posters of Indiana Jones and Han Solo look down on everything in approval.

Dean has a faint look of pride as he watches Cas take it all in.

“So what can I interest you in?” he asks, gesturing grandly. “Action, sci-fi, western, fantasy?”

The choices are somewhat overwhelming. Cas’ eyes skim the shelves, unsure where to even begin. He must look out of his depth, because Dean claps his shoulder and softens the demand with,

“Tell you what. I’ll grab us some drinks and takeout menus while you think about it.” He turns and heads into the kitchen. “Soda, beer, iced tea?”

“Water is fine,” Cas answers distractedly.

“Seriously?”

Cas rolls his eyes and continues scanning the choices. Sue him for trying to avoid excess sugar at night. He doesn’t even know most of these titles, and reading them over and over isn’t really helping him choose. “Yes, seriously.”

“The hell’s wrong with you. Water,” Dean scoffs amid the clinking of glassware.

At some point, Cas will figure out how to respond with wit to Dean’s teasing, instead of just having intrusive flashes of the man whining beneath him.

He’s still squinting at the rows of movies when Dean plops a glass on the end table behind him.

“One boring-ass water as requested. See anything you like?”

Cas pointedly turns his head to eye Dean up and down. It feels forward, but he thinks he’s allowed, now that they’re something official. Plus, the way Dean is comfortable in his own space is different from the ease he displays elsewhere out in the world. His posture melts into something a little more fluid and he moves with less direct purpose. He’s nice to look at all the time, but in here there’s an openness that’s very attractive – and makes Cas itch to swoop his way in.

Cas finishes his once-over and hums noncommittally.

Dean plays at being offended and makes to cover his chest in modesty. He grabs up a remote to turn on the TV.

“If you’re gonna be picky, we could play a video game instead, but I need you to tell me right now if you don’t like my taste in movies. Because then I’d have to kick you out.”

Cas eyes him. He’s never been one to rise when baited, but for some reason, it’s difficult not to respond when Dean is the one baiting him.

“You could try,” he says – as though he’d have any hope of not getting his ass kicked if Dean really put his mind to it. The guy’s arms are unfair; Cas has never really stopped calling him “lumberjack” in his head. He looks back at the shelf and continues, “But I’ve never actually seen any of these, so I can’t say for sure whether your taste is any good.”

“What? Okay, maybe I do need to kick you out. But only after, uh…” Dean steps up behind his shoulder to look closer. “A New Hope, or maybe Karate Kid. Unless you’re more of a Princess Bride guy.”

“I… don’t know what ‘kind of guy’ I am.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

There’s that low, teasing tone that always makes Cas’ spine tingle. The heat at his back presses in as Dean’s arm reaches over his shoulder to pluck a DVD from the shelf.

“Karate Kid it is. Let your education commence,” Dean says.

“Maybe after you point me to your restroom? Otherwise I’ll need a hall pass after act one.”

“Sure, just there to the left. We can talk food when you get back.”

—

As he exits the bathroom, Cas tips his head to one side, trying to relieve the lingering tightness in his neck. Further, further… crack-k-k. He groans with the release.

Dean frowns from the couch and sets down a handful of takeout menus. “You okay?”

Cas rolls his shoulders. “I spent over an hour chasing down troublemakers with tentacles, after cleaning out dog kennels all day. I’m alright, just sore.”

“Want me to work that out for you?” Dean pivots sideways on the couch and pats the space in front of him. “C’mere.”

“I didn’t know you were a chiropractor as well as a mechanic,” Cas says. It’s an invitation he can’t refuse, though, so he sits.

Dean slides in close and arranges his knees around Cas’ hips. “Ha. Years of wrestling with rusty bolts on a daily basis means my grip strength is pretty good. Let me know if anything hurts, ‘kay?”

“Okay.”

Dean’s hands are confident from the first touch. He strokes flat palms down and up Cas’ back, out and in along the angle of his shoulders, then starts pressing in with strong thumbs. Cas grunts pleasantly, until both of Dean’s hands direct a slow, rolling squeeze into the muscle on either side of Cas’ nape, which is just divine.

“Oh, there… that… that’s…”

Cas’ eyelids flutter and the rest of his sentence floats away from him. His body shuts down, like somebody’s walking through his veins and flicking off every light switch along the way. The only lights that stay on are along his nape, glowing with low-burning firelight that invites cozying up and staying a while. His boyfriend’s fingers are pressing unfiltered pleasure deep into his flesh. It’s rich, resonant, and just so... good. He’s had some great sex, sure, but those touches have always served to gear him up, not power him down. Nobody has touched him like this before. This… this is pure indulgence, and he is helpless beneath its sway.

Cas whimpers when Dean pushes firm, raking fingers up the sides of his neck and into his hair. They scratch, and drag, and press together to tug just so on the hairs caught in between the knuckles, and Cas finds himself making sounds he’s only ever made with his head pressing back into a pillow.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel appreciated, Cas,” Dean says, voice low and smiling.

“This is…” Cas breaks off with another weak noise. “O-oh…”

“Jesus.”

Cas tries to open his eyes. It only partially works, the room a soft blur beyond his lashes. “Hm?”

Dean’s hands continue to work his neck, the curve at the base of his skull, the tender skin behind his ears. “Nothin’, just… wasn’t quite expecting to learn your bedroom sounds tonight.”

“Mmm,” Cas manages in response. “You are… very good at this.”

Dean chuckles. “You’re gonna love finding out what other things I’m good at.”

“Ahh… mm. Me, too.”

“‘You too’ what?”

Cas purrs as Dean’s thumbs roll along his vertebrae. “You’ll love what I can do to you, too.”

Dean’s hands falter. “Y’know, Cas, I’m trying to be a gentleman, here. But the things that come out of your mouth…”

Cas hums a laugh. If they end up getting distracted and don’t make it to the movie part of the evening, he can’t say he’ll be disappointed.

With a huff that might be amusement, or exasperation, or possibly both, Dean continues massaging the length of his trapezius muscle, from his shoulder up his neck and back again. The heavier touches are interspersed with gentle, clawed scratches on his skin that encourage Cas’ head to roll forward in surrender to gravity. The further forward he goes, the softer the scratches gradually become. They feel heavenly.

A fingertip skates up through his hair behind his ear and the back of Cas’ skull fizzles. A helpless shudder fires down his spine.

“Oh, did I find your tingle spot?” Dean asks with a smile in his voice.

“My wh–aah,” Cas wheezes as Dean scritches there again, too-light and too-wonderful. His shoulders snap up with a violent shiver. Holy hell, nothing has ever felt like that before and his body can’t decide if it’s unbearable or too decadent for words.

“Your tingle spot,” Dean says. “Makes your whole head vibrate and feels freakin’ amazing. It’s kinda fickle though; doesn’t always work the same way all the time. Probably for the best… If I knew the secret formula, I’d go broke shooting up with it and using one of those wire head massagers ‘til I wasted away like a rat with an orgasm button.”

Barely half of that makes sense but Cas can’t process any more because Dean’s fingers are magic and his nervous system is lighting off a continuous finale of fireworks that is absolutely incapacitating. Every inch of skin prickles with goosebumps. He’s vaguely aware that he’s holding himself, hunched over his own lap, in danger of shaking apart like a shuttle re-entry gone wrong.

“Oh my god,” Cas chokes out. “Dea– hhhuuuh…”

Dean spider-scribbles that spot through his short hair with three fingertips, and it’s too much but Cas couldn’t possibly put a stop to it even as he shiver-trembles to bits. Orgasm button, indeed.

He’s suddenly gripped by a raw desire to hold Dean down and exploit his tingle spot while Dean gasps and shudders beneath him.

“Dean,” Cas keens, scrabbling a hand up behind his neck to take Dean’s wrist and–

“Alright, sorry,” Dean laughs and, in a tragic misinterpretation, stops and rubs him soothingly instead. “We’ll get back to the relaxing parts.”

Tragedy on top of tragedy, the contrast feels so nice that Cas can only sigh. Flipping Dean down onto his belly will have to wait.

There are fingernails scraping deliciously along Cas’ neck again, up into his hair and back down, in and out along the tops of his shoulders, resolving into deep rubs that press out the lingering tension like squeezing out a sponge.

“Mff. I’d sleep so much better if this happened every night,” Cas mumbles.

Knuckles drag firm lines down his spine, all the way to the low lumbar where they dig circles of just-right pressure. Dean makes a considering sound.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind doing this more often,” he says.

“…Yeah?” Cas says eloquently.

“Yeah.” One of Dean’s fingers nudges questioningly under the hem of Cas’ shirt. “Would, uh… would underneath be okay?”

Cas catches a breath. “Please.”

Dean's hands slip beneath his shirt and Cas melts.

A butterfly formation of ten warm fingertips drags along the naked skin of his lower back. Cas’ breath purrs its way out of his throat as the touch divides out to his flanks and rejoins toward his spine. Once again, the way Dean touches him is foreign – and gloriously so. These aren’t hard scratches or directing pulls. They inspire goosebumps up his sides and flutters from his eyelids. Dean explores his back slowly, drifting in long sweeps and gentle arcs. Cas can’t seem to stop humming with every exhale.

And Dean wants to do this more? Cas will pack a suitcase tomorrow and live on Dean’s couch indefinitely, becoming one with the cushions over months and years, so long as he gets that more.

Fingers skim along his shoulder blade and Cas’ hum leaps an octave.

His top half has jolted forward, shoulders folding back as if to protect themselves, and he didn’t consciously do any of it. A vague afterimage of some sharp-bladed sensation lingers where Dean touched.

What the hell was that?

“Whoa,” Dean says, startled, then, “Wait.”

One of his arms hooks around Cas’ stomach. The other hand skitters curiously across his shoulder blade again.

Cas’ torso revolts. A high, panicked sound bolts out of him as his spine tries to emergency exit through his chest. But Dean’s arm clamps tight, holding him in place.

“Oh my god,” Dean exclaims, “did I find a tickle spot?”

Hell if Cas knows, but holy shit, that’s so much more than the tingle spot. Dean’s fingers scribble eagerly and Cas abruptly loses all rational control of his body. He squirms and yelps like a madman, elbows flinging backward, back arching. Dean laughs excitedly, and before Cas knows it, he’s laughing too, helplessly full and loud as his limbic system pulls the trigger on fight-or-flight like a machine gun but Cas isn’t succeeding at either. If the tingle spot was fireworks, this is a lightning storm, miles wide and high and striking him through like the violent force of nature it is. Oh god, it– it tickles!

Dean’s trying to keep him caught, losing the battle with one arm versus Cas’ two, but he manages to fold a leg over Cas’ lap. He’s trying to bring up the other, too, and Cas’ instincts go feral to keep it from locking around him and sealing his fate. He torques and twists, grabbing at Dean’s arms, half-hysterical with laughter and desperation. They wrestle wildly as Cas twists himself around, needing to block Dean’s hands from his back. He shoves and snatches at Dean’s wrists, gets purchase on one, flails defensively at the other. They’re facing each other now, Cas up on his knees and kicking his leg over Dean’s so it can’t hook him from behind.

Now this is exhilarating: fighting Dean down while they both sputter and laugh. Dean is fantastically strong, and maybe if Cas hadn’t gotten turned around so quickly this would be heading for a different outcome. But he’s hopped up on adrenaline, and Dean is laughing too much to really strategize, so Cas is coming out on top (metaphorically and literally) as the tussle progresses.

And, of course, what better way to turn the tables than to start tickling Dean in retaliation?

The first tweak at his side makes Dean shout with laughter and fall back into the cushions. Cas launches a full assault, then, scribbling furiously at his ribs and belly and armpits while Dean swats back at him and tries to block too many spots at once.

“Help!” Dean cries, giggling all the while. “I’m being attacked! No, no, fuck! No, wait, you’re actually ticklish, you gotta let me– ahah!”

Cas is going to let him do nothing. His blood is pumping now, and having Dean thrashing and shrieking beneath him is the most intense hit of euphoria he’s ever had in his life. He crams his hands into every crevice Dean tries to defend until Dean’s just got his arms locked over his chest as he wails with laughter. His legs kick a pillow to the floor while he throws his head back, cackling with eyes squeezed tightly shut. Cas crab-claws ruthlessly down his side, and suddenly Dean’s thigh is slamming repeatedly into Cas’ ass and Dean is jackknifing up at him.

“Shit, no!” Dean frantically tries folding in half to make a squashed Cas sandwich. He scrabbles for Cas’ hand with fresh desperation. “Fuck you, fuck you, fffahaha!”

Down by his hip is evidently a weak spot. Cas grins ferociously.

He rolls his upper body to one side and reaches around behind Dean to grab Dean’s opposite shoulder. In a heave of motion, he throws himself back to center and bodily whips Dean facedown on the couch. A quick scoot backwards onto Dean’s thighs, and he can plow both hands down under the sides of Dean’s hips to tickle him there mercilessly.

Dean screams into the upholstery. His arms ram down to grapple with Cas’ hands. Cas shoots up to his ribs to throw off the counterattack, then bounces right back down again. Clawing into the joint at the top of Dean’s thigh makes him buck; kneading the pelvic bone makes him roar so desperately that Cas is sure he’s trying to hulk out. Cas rides every kick and spasm as Dean bows up and crashes down and laughs himself hoarse.

And all of that is from tickling through layers of cloth and denim. Cas wishes he could blink Dean nude. But barring that, he can at least ruck up the back of Dean’s shirt and burrow beneath it, which he does.

Dean gasps, chokes, “Worse! Worse, that’s so much worse, oh-ho-ho my god!”

The feel of his skin beneath Cas’ hands is rapturous. Cas tries spidering lighter strokes in the areas that aren’t jammed against couch or elbow. They don’t make Dean thrash as hard, but his laughter ratchets up the scale until he’s giggling madly, which is no lesser an aphrodisiac.

Cas tickles him, and tickles him, and tickles him, tearing more shreds of his strength away as the minutes tick on. He tries every spot he can reach, even up between Dean’s shoulders to see if that works on him, but nothing compares to how Dean loses his mind when his hips are tickled. So Cas always comes back to them, pinching and kneading and scribbling. The generous front pockets of Dean’s jeans offer plenty of room for wicked wiggling fingers, allowing Cas to find what new noises of mirthful anguish Dean is capable of making.

Soon, Dean is nothing but a weakly writhing mess, wheezing and sniggering with one hand pawing feebly at Cas’ wrist and the other fisted up by his head, too tired to pound the cushions any longer. The side of Dean’s face not pressed into the couch is streaked with damp lines and the heated flush of exertion. His eyebrows are knit up in overwhelm, his eyes scrunched and wet, his weary tortured grin glowing handsomely beneath laugh-tired cheeks.

Not even the loopers have managed to wring Dean out so thoroughly. He’s the most gorgeous fucking thing Cas has ever seen.

The draw is irresistible; Cas plants a hand on the cushion and bows down to hungrily kiss the side of his mouth.

Dean makes another spent noise before catching up and flimsily trying to return the kiss in confusion.

“Are… are you done?” he pants.

His mouth, however tired, is still enchanting and Cas continues chasing it for dopey kisses. “Mm-hmm.”

Dean whines out a sound of utter relief and goes boneless.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles.

Cas nuzzles his cheek, kissing up the angle of his jaw. He spreads his knees to let his weight drop and settle across Dean’s back. His arms curl up around Dean’s shoulders to rub gently with his thumbs as he noses his way into the hot, inviting crook of Dean’s neck. More kisses are due, there on his neck and up on his ear and down on his shoulder.

Cas lavishes affection on him, because he’s so very good, so beautiful, so amazing in taking everything without begging Cas to stop.

Not even once. Cas noticed.

Being splayed in full-body contact over Dean’s broad back is a cuddle for the ages, especially as the buzz dissipates and the day’s fatigue sets in. Cas nuzzles in below his boyfriend’s ear and closes his eyes with a sigh. The urge is there to nibble something sensitive until Dean crumbles into giggles again, but Cas knows he’s earned some rest.

Dean folds up one arm to grasp clumsily at Cas’ hand curled on his shoulder and sags with a sigh of his own.

—

Dean jerks awake. He can’t breathe. He’s being crushed by a bus, his ribs are cracking, there’s no air–

“Cas,” he gasps, flailing a hand back over his shoulder. “Cas, you gotta get off me, I’m dying…”

There’s a startled snuffle behind his neck. “Mm?”

“Can’t breathe,” he croaks. Which isn’t completely accurate, the more his body comes awake; it’s just strained and uncomfortable with a full-grown man sprawled on top of him. “Gotta get up.”

Cas grunts and wriggles toward the couch back, sliding over the curve of Dean’s side and nestling on top of his arm instead. Circulation is a lower priority than oxygen so it’s fine for the moment.

“We fell asleep,” Dean says, as if that weren’t obvious. He levers up on his elbow and rubs at his eyes with the heel of his hand. His tear ducts feel gluey. “What time is it?”

Cas wrinkles his nose with a sniffle. He almost clocks Dean in the head when he swings his wrist up to look at his watch.

“Um. Late.”

“Shit, we didn’t even eat. You’ve gotta be starving. Let me see what I’ve got in the pantry.”

He moves to sit up, but Cas grabs his shoulder to stop him.

“You know, technically,” Cas says, with his eyes drooping like he’d be happy to lay back and spend the whole night on this cramped, secondhand sofa, “we just slept together. Didn’t even make it to the dinner-and-a-movie part first.”

Dean shuts him up with a grinning kiss. Cas, the bastard, takes advantage, slipping down onto his back and hooking his arms behind Dean’s neck to pull him back down.

God, the way Cas kisses makes Dean weak. Cas had been kissing him earlier, but Dean could hardly have been called an active participant (because fuck, Cas had leveled him, and that’s more to come back to later); this is really the first time they’re making out while horizontal. And Cas is a full-body kisser, communicating with the entirety of himself in ways Dean isn’t even sure he could consciously pick out but are thrumming loud and clear. Cas might be flat on his back, but he’s definitely the one in charge. He is the ocean, and Dean is merely a boat riding the swells.

Dean thinks he might enjoy not being the one in charge.

But his stomach is gurgling.

“Hey, so,” he mumbles into Cas’ mouth. “One of those things I’m good at is cooking. It’s a little late for a three-course meal, but I could scramble us some eggs.”

Cas hums hungrily. He dips under Dean’s chin and l-l-licks a long line up his throat. All the air punches out of Dean’s chest as Cas murmurs, “That sounds delicious.”

Fuck, how is Dean ever supposed to get off this couch?

Looking back down at Cas is a mistake. Dean is immediately thrown back to their time in the trees last week, when Cas had looked ready to devour him. But this time, Cas’ expression is even more hooded, and he’s got his arms coiled like pythons around Dean’s neck, and Dean knows what it feels like to be helpless under him–

He actually whines when Cas slides a hand down to his chest and gives him an encouraging shove. Which he is not proud of, but the way it sharpens something in Cas’ eyes immediately takes away the embarrassment and hot-swaps it for something tingling.

“I prefer my eggs over-easy, actually,” Cas says. “For future reference.”

Dean will be lucky if he can remember where his own damn fridge is, let alone retain any other information right now. But he fumbles his way to standing, because whatever Cas wants, Dean is going to give. That’s just being a good host, he thinks, even as his neurons totter like newborn foals trying to figure out how the ground works. Cas is getting up to follow him, stretching his arms high towards the ceiling and arching his back, limber in a way that belies his muscled shoulders and thighs.

Shoulders. Right. That’s what started all this.

God, Dean needs to get hands on him again ASAP. Cas has been settling into that confidence of his the more time they spend together – which is hot as hell, actually – but cracking that in-control demeanor with a spike of laughter is mouth-watering. Dean wants to explore that crack like a careful archaeologist, dusting away the powdered rock to expose the precious thing hidden beneath.

He’ll make it happen. Somehow.

But first, he’s gotta cook some eggs without crumpling over when Cas benignly slides an arm around his waist, whether or not that cocked brow implies threat. He has to trust that Cas isn’t going to tickle him while he’s wielding a hot pan – though the path between the stove and the fridge appears to be fair game. Cas spends some time pacing alongside him, some time leaning against the counter, all the time watching him with eyes that are attentive and somewhat tender. It’s filling Dean back up, bit by bit, in the drained space inside where all his energy had been before takeout was forgotten. It feels good.

This kitchen has seen Dean dance, and sing, and maybe even cry once or twice. Now, he thinks it’ll see him laughing a lot more.

#series: Loopy #Loopy 'verse #stringswork #tickle fic #ticklish!Dean #Dean Winchester #Castiel #ticklish!cas #Supernatural #Destiel #AU #TFW adopts a monster #Loopy 5

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whatthe4355 · 2 years ago

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Scooby Doo Headcannons

since everyones posting theirs, here mine

First off, basic facts.

Everyone except for shaggy attended the same community college, and shaggy worked in the college cafeteria.

Mystery Inc. finds cases bc Shaggy runs the mystery machine as a food truck gathering info on local cases the police wont bother with.

Shaggy funds the mystery solving via a food truck, and a good one at that. Said food truck is the mystery machine, which isnt modified to be a food truck. theres a foldaway tent, chair, stair case, and table that shaggy sets up when running it for food service. These are stored on the roof rack.

Theres a couple of running gags. shaggy locking the mystery machine when something spooky or monsterous shows up. The gang goes to drive the mystery machine w/o freddy b4 remember he made it fucking STICK SHIFT. Fred knows a lot of languages, mostly by accident, but hes only fluent in three. Velma has a large willingness to commit crimes at the drop of a hat. Daphne does get kidnapped, but she escapes off screen and when she returns she tells a very nonchalant story about a very deranged escape attempt, often scaring both the gang and the monster. EX:[ “Well, I was tied up in a tomb. So, I used the pocket knife I keep in my sleeve to undo the knot. Then, I opened the door by melting the lock open” “Daphne what the fuck” “What? Like its hard? It wasn’t even a good knot!” ]

Scooby Doo can talk, but only when its funny

Fred is a mechanical engineer and a mechanic as a hobby. He is mixed, Dad is palestian and mom is hispanic. He is white passing. Parents are supportive but don’t understand why he refuses to work at “a small parts manufacturer”, local to his hometown. They don’t know its actually a defense contractor. This is a running gag where he tries to explain it but he has to keep swapping between three different languages to fully explain. He repaired the mystery machine, got it from an older hippie who was sad it got in this state, but can no longer drive safely due to macular degeneration. The paint job was alright but the engine was bad. Fred electrified it, but kept the manual transmission by choice. He’s the only one who can drive it now, as he learned to drive on the family beater car. Not the brightest man, but has incredible blue collar charisma.

Velma is a comp sci major and a forensics minor. She’s the one who figured out the mystery solving gimmick. Shes passionate about human freedom, but has no filter on how she discusses crimes. She’s black and got into college via stem programs. She chose a smaller community college over a bigger university, as the bigger university kept blocking her applications to more advanced programs. Big into ‘hack the planet’ and that sort of hackivism. After she left her university to go the community college, she hacked the university’s system for revenge. She refunded as many tuitions and finical aid to the students as possible. Lesbianisms.

Daphne is a transwoman who got kicked out of a catholic boys school for coming out. Her mother is irish and had a father who worked in finances. Dad died young, and mom raised “him” as catholic and boy scout. To correct Deviant Morals, as her mother would put it. Catholic raised but not catholic herself. Became a fashion major after moving out of catholic school, and onto the dorms of the community college. Knows a concerning amount about knots, wilderness survival and styrofoam napalm. She helps with the traps before fred and velma realize her plans are INCREDIBLY VIOLENT. Like, she knows way too many ways to cause harm w/o realizing it. Appears bimboish at first pass and disconcertingly violent if you are her friend. Should probably have more therapy but only does the minimum for her hrt. Has an only fans to prey on the wallets of so called chasers. Velma does a lot of behind the scenes work to make sure Daphne doesn’t get doxxed to hell and back.

Shaggy is a foster kid, and no idea who his actual origins are. He prefers to keep it that way. Incredibly ACAB and anxious about the future. He actually does go to therapy, and got prescribed weed gummies for anxiety. Couldn’t afford them but found out the company that makes them was doing poorly. He agreed to help sell their gummies, as long as they came up with a dog safe variant. Turns out they already did, so he sells them at the food truck. He tried to go to culinary school but his anxiety made him drop out. Adopts the attitude of “I’m not fucking with that shit” in terms of ghosts. Hes also a vegetarian. He uses the mystery machine as a food truck with a menu that changes constantly with a couple of signature items that sound batshit crazy but tastes incredible(mole mac n cheese perogies for instance). He usually is the one to find leads from customers, bringing them up when fred comes along to drive and help pack the van up.

Scooby-Doo is a service dog, but flunked out of training late in the stage. Shaggy needed an emotional support dog but couldn’t find any actual ones in his price range. He found Scooby-Doo in a shelter and went “well this is good enough for me”. Adores the gummies so much shaggy nicknamed them after scooby doo. The combination of the nick name and the mascot made the gummies sell like hotcakes at the mystery machine food truck. The company doesn’t actually put weed in the dog safe gummies, but scooby thinks so. Shaggy hides his actual gummies and only sells weed gummies by request (The Scrappy-Dum Snacks). Scooby is mix of pit bull and brown lab for the most part.

#Scooby-Doo #scooby doo #scooby snacks #scooby

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willowfics · 3 years ago

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only you can ease my mind

pairing: robin buckley x reader

summary: when the reader is feeling anxious, robin does her best to comfort them.

a/n: thank you to the anon who sent this prompt!! while robin is canonically a lesbian, i still used gender-neutral language for the reader for any nblw such as myself!!

content: gn!reader, academic anxiety, mental health talk, fluff/angst.

You had expected senior year to be stressful, but you weren’t aware just how that stress was going to hit you like a truck. Between the workload, the impending doom of college applications, committing, and deciding, as well as all the fucked up shit that living in Hawkins, Indiana already brought to your every day life, it was a weight on your shoulders that you simply couldn’t lift anymore.

You knew that your friends, as well as your girlfriend, Robin, were all going through the same stress, and so you kept it quiet, not wanting to put your problems onto anyone else. However, you couldn’t keep it bottled up forever.

During a sleepover, Robin posed an innocent question about an assignment you two had to complete, and everything came spilling out. Literally, like, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Poor Robin sat in shock for a moment before her expression melted into one of sympathy, and she scooted closer. “Is it okay if I hug you?” she asked. “Cause, like, I know some people don’t wanna be touched when they’re anxious and—”

You sobbed out a fond laugh at her rambling, glad that your emotional outburst was not enough to make her any less endearing to you. “Please,” you replied.

She wrapped her arms around your shaking shoulders, rubbing your back gently. “What’s the matter, baby?”

You sniffled, snuggling into her hold. “I’m just so tired,” you said, voice thick with tears and slightly muffled into Robin’s shoulder. “Of school, of work, of everything…”

“I’m sorry for bringing school up,” Robin said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know, it sucks so, so bad. But you’re, like, the smartest person I know. You’re gonna do so good, I know it.”

“You don’t have to be nice just because I’m sad,” you replied.

“I’m not! Seriously, I’ve seen you beat up interdimensional monsters, I think you can handle a couple of final exams,” she chuckled, giving your tear-stained cheek a poke.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound muddy from crying, but it was a laugh nevertheless. “I’d rather fight those than spend another second in chemistry class,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Oh, completely understandable, that class sucks. But Nancy is really good at it, maybe she can help you!” she suggested, continuing to rub your back in soothing circles. “Lord knows I could use the help, too. We’d be a little study group! We can even invite Eddie.”

“That sounds nice,” you agreed, bringing a hand up to wipe your eyes, feeling your face heat with embarrassment. “Sorry I like, freaked out, I didn’t mean to have a breakdown in front of you.”

Robin placed her hand on your jaw, the touch gentle as she tilted your face towards hers. “You have nothing to be sorry for, babe. You’ve seen me cry, like, a hundred times.”

“Okay, but that was over movies. It was cute.”

“Well, you cry over normal stuff, like stress! I cry over dumb stuff, like shitty rom-coms about annoying straight people,” she said, smiling softly. “You are always allowed to tell me when something’s wrong, and I will never judge you for crying. We’ve had a really shitty year, and school has been rough. But I’m right here, so please just tell me when something sucks so I can be an extra-caring, super supportive girlfriend, okay?”

You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her in for a tight hug. “Thank you,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I just didn’t want to add any stress to your plate. Like you said, it’s been shitty for us both.”

“I would rather talk about it together than either of us bottle it up,” Robin replied. “But I understand.”

You nodded, and when you pulled away from the hug, you saw the wet stains you had left on the shoulder of her shirt. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “Do you wanna borrow a t-shirt?”

Robin looked at the stain and giggled. “Baby, it’s fine! But I’ll never turn down an opportunity to wear your clothes, so I shall accept the offer.”

“You’re a sap,” you replied fondly, heading over to your dresser to find something for her to wear. One of your favorite shirts to sleep in, a ragged old band tee, was tossed to her, and because she was incredibly uncoordinated, it hit her in the face.

The two of you started to laugh as Robin dramatically flopped against the bed as though she had been hit by a much more solid object.

“I’m sorry!” you giggled, going over to kneel beside her on the bed.

“It’s too late…You’ve killed me,” Robin replied, making her voice sound hoarse and breathless. “Tell my family…I love them…”

With that, she went limp, tongue rolling out of her mouth and eyes closing.

You rolled your eyes at her theatrics and began prodding her side, immediately making her squirm, effectively ruining her attempts to play dead.

“I revived you!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her sides and giving them a few playful squeezes, making her squeal and laugh like mad, shaking her head.

“Okay, okay, I’m alive now!” she cried, trying to push at your hands.

As adorable as her laughter was, watching her laugh just made the urge to kiss her twice as strong, and so you stopped tickling her, allowing her time to catch her breath before you leaned down to press your lips against hers.

“You feeling better now?” she asked.

You nodded. “For now, yeah. I don’t know if it’ll last, but you calmed me down a lot. Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. And if it doesn’t last, promise you’ll tell me so I can help?” Robin asked.

“Pinky promise,” you replied, holding out your hand.

She grinned and interlocked her pinky with yours.

Sure, senior year wasn’t going exactly as you planned. Living in Hawkins, nothing ever really went to plan. But with Robin by your side, you were sure that things would be alright.

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souvenirsofsurgery · 4 years ago

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Fiction Podcast Recommendations

Because this is the only media I consume anymore. Let’s get the big ones out of the way first!

1. Welcome to Night Vale

The OG. This was the first podcast I really got into and I am very sentimental about it. It’s the funniest and most uplifting piece of horror media I’ve ever found, and I love it for that. And I’m obsessed with the weird worldbuilding, the atmosphere is absolutely perfect. Also, gay main character, which I pretty much require at this point.

It can take a minute to get into if you really want some plot, but I promise some plot is coming.

2. The Magnus Archives

This is a great horror anthology that also ends up having a really interesting overarching plot. I’m warning you right off that bat that it is a tragedy, though, and we’re all anticipating being absolutely crushed when it ends. But! Canonically biromantic asexual main character, which we love.

Similar to Welcome to Night Vale, you’re going to have to be a little patient if you really wanna get to that plot, but it’ll get there.

3. The Adventure Zone

One of my absolute favorites. It’s a D&D podcast, but no D&D knowledge is required to enjoy it (I didn’t play D&D when I first started listening). It’s funny and endearing, and also has made me sob so hard that my family thought something was wrong with me. I still think about the ending of the Balance arc, because I’ve never found an ending in any other piece of media that is so emotional and satisfying.

And as far as representation goes, the first arc has a gay main character, second arc has a bi woman main character, and third arc has a main character who is technically asexual, although that hasn’t been confirmed in canon at this point. Also plenty of LGBTQ+ side characters, including a trans woman (Lup I have a crush on you <3) in the first arc and a nonbinary person in the second.

4. The Penumbra Podcast

Welcome to the queerest thing I have ever seen in my life. Just straight up no cishets around, it’s beautiful.

This one actually has two separate storylines. The Juno Steel one is about a private eye on Mars, and the Second Citadel is sort of an ensemble story in a fantasy setting, and I would highly recommend both of them. Like would you like to hear a noir inspired story set in space with a nonbinary bisexual detective protagonist and a homme fatale criminal love interest? You absolutely would. Or would you like to hear about a knight who is sworn to hunt monsters having an existential crisis because he’s having some feelings about a monster he just had a homoerotic sword fight with? Obviously you would. Listen to this podcast.

Anyway! Let’s get into some of the smaller podcasts!

5. Death by Dying

This one is so much fun. Love the weird vibes of this creepy little town. We’ve got an obituary writer who just doesn’t even seem to realize how bizarre all the deaths he’s writing about are, I’m obsessed with it. As soon as he started reading out the condolences and they were just in-universe ads I lost it, that’s so funny to me and I immediately knew I was going to love this podcast.

6. Kaleidotrope

Fanfiction gays, this one is for you. Here is a college that is said to be magic, where everyone will find their romantic trope and fall in love. The main characters are running a college radio show together, with one of them believing in this magic absolutely and the other being very skeptical. Will they fall in love? :)))))))

This one is so cheesy, and it’s very small so the audio is pretty scuffed, but it’s so sweet and I love it. Both of the main characters are queer and one of them is nonbinary.

7. Brimstone Valley Mall

I’m obsessed with this podcast! Nobody is talking about it and I’m obsessed with it! It’s demons working in a mall in the 90s, who also have a band together. Wtf I love that. One of the main characters is gay, and another one is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. Please listen to this podcast, I want it to get more popular so badly.

8. The Strange Case of Starship Iris

This one is so sweet and I love it so much. Gay space criminals? That’s everything I love. It also just has so much heart, I want to cry. There’s a bisexual woman main character, another WLW main character, a trans man main character, and a nonbinary main character (who, yes, is an alien, but I will let it slide because there is also a nonbinary human side character).

9. Alice Isn’t Dead

The vibes are impeccable. I listened to a lot of this one while I was on a road trip by myself in rural America, and that is the ideal experience. This is about a woman trucking across America looking for her missing wife. It’s so quietly creepy, and I’ve got a thing for weird Americana. And there are lesbians too, so.

Also, the main character dealing with her anxiety was something that was actually really important to me. I really liked hearing about someone who didn’t “cure” her mental health problems, but grew and learned to manage them better. It was just a very important story to me, and I still think about her all the time.

10. CARAVAN

Every single person involved with making this needs to go to horny jail. I am so serious. You will hear an extended conversation about how, like all of these characters are monster fuckers, and also very audibly hear two characters have sex. So, you know, you’ve been warned.

But, all that aside, this one is about a man who accidentally ends up in this weird hell world, and has to try to figure out how to get back home. It’s really fun, but also gets pretty heavy towards the end. Definitely read the content warnings ahead of time.

This one’s also queer, obviously, with a bisexual man as the main character and some queer side characters (Including Virgil who I do have a crush on. The morally dubious enbies just get me.)

#podcast recommendations #podcast review #lgbtq podcast #queer podcast #welcome to night vale #the magnus archives #the adventure zone #the penumbra podcast #death by dying #kaleidotrope #brimstone valley mall #the strange case of starship iris #alice isn't dead #caravan podcast

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byronictrash · 3 years ago

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so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?” “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

#daaaaaaamn i have so many feelings about this #hbo supernatural #trans sam winchester #supernatural #samruby #transfem sam #lesbian sam winchester #kripke era #yeah im projecting #headcanon #mine

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sylverstorms · 3 years ago

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Mother Miranda x Lawyer!Oc ----Tilted Scales

Hello guys :) This is another commission I wrote for the amazing, wonderful @saltwatereulogies

Your support has been insane, I can't thank you enough. Hope you enjoy the story ❣

Three days.

That is how long you've been in the village, after years of studying abroad, before everything turns to shit.

As you slowly blink focus back into your eyes, you try to clear the haze from your mind. It feels as though you've collided with a truck. Your body hurts, your wrists protest in their iron cuffs, stuck to the wall as they are, having supported your weight while you were unconscious.

Desperately, you try to recollect the events that led you here...

A grey sky. A bleak day. One moment you were making coffee for your mother, excited to be able to sit down with her in the mornings again... and the next you heard the echo of screams.

Overcome by adrenaline, you bolted out of your house, only to witness a scene straight from a nightmare; humanoid monsters ripping villagers apart, cries and blood and animalistic growls all blending together into one mad mix.

And before you could even warn your mother...

Damn it all, what the fuck happened!

You suddenly struggle against your bonds, hard enough to rattle your whole frame. Your wrists burn from the grind against metal, but you don't care–

“Stop that. It is pointless and you will only injure yourself.” A cold voice, strangely familiar, says from far to your right.

You peer deep into the shadows, searching for the only other person in the empty room... until you see her. A mask advances on you, gold and shaped like a crow's visage, then wings folded into a cloak come into view.

You would be a fool to not recognize her. The local saint. The village's prophet. The very 'saint' your mother prayed to, for your safe return, all these years. Mother Miranda.

The sound of her heels bounces off the walls until she comes to stand directly in front of you. Looking past the openings of her mask now, you realize....

This isn't possible.

She hasn't aged a day. Not a single day, since you left the village. The years should show around her deadly blue eyes, somewhere, and yet they don't.

“I see you remember me...” she says, while you're still trying to find your voice. “Miss Warren.”

“What is going on? Mother Miranda, what happened to the village?!” you demand.

Her expression shows nothing. “The village is in need of... renovation.” she speaks, even, regal. “Repopulation, even.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“Now, don't give me that look. You would not be here if you weren't of the ones I chose to keep.” she continues. “You see, from now on, every single person in my domain will make themselves useful in some way, or they will be replaced. And you... you have been abroad studying law for a while now, yes?”

“I... yes.” you reply, still not fully having wrapped your mind around your situation.

“Excellent. What I need from you is simple. You will make the village independent from the state’s taxes as a religious organization... and you will keep foreign investors out from that point onward.”

What... what part of that is simple?!

“Do that for me and in return I guarantee your mother and you will go back to your house safe and sound. You will have no shortage of Lei for as long as you live, Miss Warren.” Miranda promises.

But it is not the sweet part of the deal your mind stays glued to. “And if...” you gulp. “If I can't work around the law to do that...?”

Miranda blinks slowly at you, like you shouldn't even ask such a basic question. Like the answer is obvious.

“Well. Then I have no further use for either of you.”

It is in this moment that it dawns on you.

This woman is no angel and no saint.

She is a devil.

You spend countless sleepless nights pouring over every single paragraph, every little opening or ambiguity in the law you can use to free the village of taxes.

To keep your mother in the dark about this, you work in the office Mother Miranda has provided for you, in her very stronghold.

Although technically it's her home, you don't see her nearly as much as you initially thought. She is gone throughout the day and returns late at night, not even sparing you a glance before heading for her chambers, at the upper sections of the building.

The days she does come into your office to inquire on your progress are few and far-between, your conversations always short and cold.

This evening is different.

“How is your work coming along, Miss Warren?” the prophetess asks with her aggravatingly nice accent, seating herself like a queen on the chair in front of your desk.

Your eyes are tired, but you force them on hers, through the mask obscuring her face. “I think I've got it. I'll be sending the necessary papers tomorrow and the answer shouldn't take longer than a month.”

“Very good.” she nods, a miniscule curve to her lips.

Icy eyes then drop to the wine in the whiskey glass at the corner of the desk. You think she will make a comment about drinking at work, but instead she says;

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

You will your hands steady as you comply, then carefully slide her drink over.

Miranda takes her mask with claw-shrouded fingers... and soundnessly sets it on the wooden surface. Then she pushes the veil at her hair back, shaking long, platinum locks free.

You do a double take you hope she doesn't notice. Because what the actual fuck.

You didn't think her hair was that long, or that straight, or that it would fall over her shoulders like she's staring in a shampoo ad. You didn't think her lips were shaped like a cupid's bow or that her skin was this flawless and radiant.

The helplessly lesbian part of you could begrudgingly admit she was beautiful before... but now you arrive to the painful realization she's drop-dead gorgeous.

“So. I've heard you won cases others would describe as impossible.” she begins.

“Nothing's impossible. You just need to know where to look.” you reply. Law is your comfort zone and she is not that far above you here. “But how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

"Nobody truly leaves this village, huh.”

“Not without my consent, no. But I knew you'd come back.” At your slight frown, she elaborates, “You would never leave your mother behind.”

She's right. There was a whole world of opportunities waiting for you out there and yet... here you are.

“Good work, so far. You can take the next two days off. Your eyes could use the rest, Miss Warren.” Miranda speaks, finishing her wine.

“Sarah.” you say. 'Miss Warren' is for clients and she is your boss.

Miranda's lips give a slight quirk that may or may not be a trick of the light.

“I know.” she replies and exits the room, long hair billowing behind her back.

The taxes were only the first challenge. Now that the village is free of them, investors are flying in circles around it like vultures over meat.

In the meantime, Miranda comes to talk to you more frequently.

Lately, it seems she has more free time. You wish that was a good thing, but...

“So... are you like... going to stay here?” You ask after reading the same sentence five times to make sense of it, because her gaze on you is distracting as fuck.

“I'm not getting in the way of your work.” she says. You want to argue she is, but can't quite do that in a way that won't get you killed.

“I'm simply not used to working with company. Isn't this boring for you?”

“No, actually. I find it interesting, even though science is my field of expertise.” she answers. “And the way you take notes is… amusing.”

You try not to blush as you look down at your notebook, filled with different colored markers and post-it squares with tiny stick figures pointing to the more important paragraphs. You have been doing this for so long to sort out information you didn't even realize you were keeping it up in her presence.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asks with a small smile, the first of its kind you've seen.

To your horror, her clawed pointer aims at a particularly silly doodle, barely the size of a pencil's eraser.

“A... bird.” you grimace like you've been stabbed.

“Ah, of course.” Miranda holds back a chuckle but you can tell she's dying to make a comment.

Studying becomes hell for the rest of the time she's there with you, those sharp eyes picking apart every little move you make. At the same time, though, the hours you spend with her make you realize...

She's not a saint, though she may look like one. She's not completely a devil, either, even if she may act as one, at times.

She's human.

Miranda shares nothing about herself when you chat, but she seems to like it when you speak about your time abroad and all the things that left an impression on you there.

Your conversation over wine is cut short, however, when you receive a call from a number you learned means nothing but trouble, lately.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” you tell her.

The one calling you is none other than this month's rival lawyer, trying to dispute your claim over the land for his own boss. He's lost to you before, so it's also personal, but you are confident you have cornered them good with the latest papers you sent them...

And you are proven correct, when, a few seconds later, he is all faux polite on the other line, resorting to offering you money for you to withdraw your arguments.

Miranda comes to stand next to you, listening in to what he's saying.

The problem with that is, the second her arm brushes yours and you catch a whiff of her perfume –which always lingers in your office long after she's left— youare the one who stops listening to him.

Your attention flies to other things, like the inches she has on you, the exact color of her pale blonde hair, the little glint of victory in her stunning eyes.

Oh, no. God, no...

You know what this is, the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Alarm bells go off in the back of your head, as though your own mind is telling your body how foolish it's being.

There isn't a worse thing you can do to yourself than be attracted to Miranda.

Over time, familiarity with the prophetess brings higher levels of difficulty into your 'try to ignore your crush on her' game.

Miranda joins your side and leans over your shoulder, sometimes, to peer down at what you're doing. You don't move and don't breathe until she's within a safe distance again.

Then there are the wayward 'reward' touches, when you turn another investor away from the village. She may pat your back or leave her hand on your shoulder, or even scratch your nape with her claws as a job well done.

You hope your poker face hides the fact you feel her touch on you for far longer than you should, after she's gone.

Tonight, the situation is the toughest it's ever been for you.

There is a rainstorm going on outside; the waterdrops are tapping against the windows of your office as though they're trying to break it. Miranda has pulled her chair next to you so you can talk easier, without having to shout over the cacophony.

“And basically the judge's decision was that—”

You are interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, during which your mind lets you know the stronghold is easily the tallest structure in it's vicinity—

When thunder cracks down the sky and strikes the building, you nearly scream. Your body tenses and you jump; but Miranda's hands come to your biceps and hold you steady, against herself and your desk.

Another flash comes before you really have time to think about your proximity. She covers your ears with her palms before the thunderclap can send you into overdrive again.

“You are with me and you're scared of a little thunder?” she teases when things quiet down and your heartbeat eases.

It's true; Miranda is the more terrifying force of nature. At the same time, however...

You feel oddly safe to be this close to her.

“Well... I'm not scared right now...” you quietly admit.

Her pointer comes underneath your chin and lifts it so you are looking straight into her hypnotic blue eyes. How is this color even real...

“And why is that?” Miranda asks, her wings coming around you both. They're curtains of black, cutting out some of the storm's sounds.

You want nothing more in this moment than to run your fingers through each individual feather.

You lick your lips. That's...not a question you can answer if you want the balance in your arrangement with her to remain.

Perhaps, though, the scales have tilted for you long ago. You just haven't been brave enough to admit it.

You have the courage to face it now when she leans down and covers your lips with hers, warm in a manner you never imagined she could be.

Her wings pull tighter around you and your mouths slide more firmly together. Lipbalm and creamy lipstick mix, tongues brush, tasting of wine. You are shaking so bad on the inside from how much you want this, more of this, the rumbling of the thunder be damned.

Miranda's palm cups your flaming cheek when she pulls back, perfectly composed and staring at you with a little smirk in place.

You dare to turn a little, lay a tiny kiss on the inside of her wrist, beyond her rings and accessories.

You aren't very fond of storms, but...

You willingly walk right into the eye of this one.

#mother miranda x oc #mother miranda #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #creative writing #commission #thank you so much :')

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