#enrique hunter

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"some get snowblind with the daylight but then with the night for once see clearly"

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take some headcanons

Douxie has been hanged for witchcraft don’t ask him about it

Krel loves nail polish and makeup but aja hates it

Jim’s favorite troll food was pinecones

Steve still has nightmares about the gravesand

Douxie will just disappear for weeks on end before showing back up and acting like nothing happened missing posters have been put up

After troll hunters notEnrique became friends with Enrique

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Devour Me - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1

Song Inspo: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. But really it’s “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez. (You’ll see why.) 🤭

Word Count: 5,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: "Telenovela Style"

Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.

Andy grips you with the strength of a monster. 

Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood. 

No matter how you struggle and whimper, you can’t push him off, and you’re getting weaker by the second.

Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesn’t even feel the blade coming. 

When you’re able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesn’t have time to consider what he’s just done. 

He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his. 

“Dean,” you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.

“Gotta stop the bleeding,” he says, apologetic but firm. “Keep pressing.”

In your stupor of pain, you don’t realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires. 

Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.

The two of them work together, and with Castiel’s smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest. 

By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girl’s heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital. 

Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meet’s Cas’s blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead. 

You’re healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.

The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness. 

He shifts so he can see your face. “You okay?” 

You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you can’t blame him. 

You know you’ve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourself…and now, you have to tell a mother that her son is dead. 

Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until you’re steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it. 

“I hope you’ve learned your damn lesson,” he says. 

Your gaze snaps up to his. “Excuse me?”

Dean’s hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you. 

“Next time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,” he all but growls. 

You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do,” you shoot back. “I was a hunter long before I met you.” 

“Yeah, well, color me surprised that you’ve made it this long,” he snaps. 

Your temper flares hotter. “You know, you’re not so goddamn perfect either.” 

“Never said I was,” Dean says. “But when my gut tells me something ain’t right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.”

His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you don’t appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

“Oh, you want to take it there?” you ask, as your eyes narrow. “Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Dean won’t admit it, but in that moment, he’s a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and he’s way beyond curbing his internal filter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?” he snarks. 

You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shout back. There, understand that?

You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the dead…including Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn. 

Dean calls your name in frustration. 

“What?” you hiss. 

The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. They’ve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks. 

You’re still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything. 

Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.

You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. It’s a fruitless effort.

After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town. 

You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.

What Sam told him (but he won’t tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken Andy…to “adopt” a son of their own. 

That night is quiet and tense in Dean’s room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you don’t have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes. 

Dean knows that it’s bad when you need the “dreamcatcher,” as he’s called it in his head. You’ve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back. 

You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood you’re in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence. 

He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you could’ve gone to your old room.

So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that you’re still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space. 

He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.

In the morning, Dean’s woken by the familiar smell of coffee…and the less familiar sound of loud salsa music. 

What the fuck?

After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. You’re mopping the floor, of all things. You’re out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts. 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,” you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table. 

Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.

At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Dean’s smile kick up into a smirk.

He walks in on purposefully light feet until he’s sidled up behind you in the living room.

“Nice moves, Shakira,” he quips. 

It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Dean’s smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard. 

Then the rest of it tumbles through his mind—what he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How he’d did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when he’d grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself. 

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” you ask with a hand on your heart. 

Dean forces himself to smile a little. “Sorry. But might I remind you, not everyone here’s an early bird.”

You give him a wry look.

“You’re the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Sam’s on a run.” 

But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesn’t yet know this about you, but this—listening to music, dancing, cleaning—it’s all your way of coping…and releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible. 

You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another.  

Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.

He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.

“Look…I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,” he says. “You’ve just gotta understand something.”

You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever he’s about to say is hard for him. 

“There’s a reason I don’t do this. The uh, relationship thing,” Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. “It’s not just this job. It’s my fucked up life. I tried to warn you before—” 

“Dean,” you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand. 

“Please, just…let me say it,” he says. “You know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.”

You know that. You know you could’ve died yesterday, and he doesn’t need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.

“Trust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,” he says. “For a while I, uh…I started to think Sam and I were better off alone.”

That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isn’t lying. He’s really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he won’t have to lose it. 

Dangerous, for both of us.

You realize then what Dean’s really saying. He’s afraid…afraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain he’s trying to hide in the depths of his eyes. 

And just like that, the water works start. You can’t quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms. 

“You don’t have to cry for that,” he says, a bit teasing. 

“Have you met me?” you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m so sorry, Dean.” 

Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know he’s remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.

“I know I fucked up,” you admit. “I was working with my heart, not my head. I just…”

You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he says. “I really am sorry, baby.” 

The problem is, you didn’t just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadn’t been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday. 

It’s just…days like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea. 

More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Dean’s arms. “Me too…”

He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet. 

Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Dean’s face. 

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he teases.

You smile into his chest. “We should go dancing sometime.”

Dean just laughs. “Oooh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. He’s forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room. 

“Have you ever danced before?” you ask. “Like real dancing.” 

“Not salsa, I’ll tell you that,” he quips. 

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” you reply with a coquettish smile. “It’s just a few simple moves.”

Dean gives you a wan look. “You made it look anything but simple.”

You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You don’t let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.

“No,” he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance.  

But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve. 

Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head. 

“You’re too much, you know that?” he mutters.

It’s then that you know you’ve won.

So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing. 

You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. You’re pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm.  

Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in. 

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles.

“You’re doing good,” you encourage, with a growing smile. “Now come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, three…”

Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how he’ll move forward, and you’ll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand. 

When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. “Very good!”

A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.

But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. It’s an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it.  

“Ooh, yes,” you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.

“What’s this one?” Dean asks.

“Ven Devórame Otra Ves,” you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance. 

This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. He’s starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Dean’s also curious about the lyrics you’re singing. 

“What does it mean?” he asks.

You huff in amusement. “You sure you want to know?”

Dean raises a brow. “Well, now I gotta know.” 

You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot. 

“Okay. It’s about a guy who’s pretty much a player,” you say with a smirk. “His bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside out…”

Dean’s lips curve at the familiar image you’re conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.

As the song’s verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.

“Even in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,” you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. “In my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.”

Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit. 

You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest. 

“Ven, devórame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,” you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Come punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for you…because my mouth has the taste of your body.” 

You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. “Come devour me again.”

You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders. 

He’s holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re a little…stiff,” you say, both flirtatious and teasing. “Let’s loosen you up.”

You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance. 

“Feel what I’m doing there?” you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.

“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be together,” he rumbles. 

You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss. 

You stop him with your finger on his lips.

“Question: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?” you ask him. You’re half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question. 

“More of a connoisseur,” he replies, smirking. 

“Ah.” You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. “So this is like a ‘sample the menu’ situation.”

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn buffet.”

You splutter laughing…and that’s when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining what’s left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts. 

You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine. 

After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close. 

Often he’s one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.

He lets out a deep breath, and you realize he’s probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesn’t change what’s imprinted in both of your minds.  

A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck. 

“I’m okay,” you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that he’s still thinking far too much.

So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there. 

And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms. 

A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.

He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. You’ve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.

You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.

Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)

You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze. 

“Aw, I like this,” Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him. 

“Yeah?” you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. It’s slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.

Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you don’t stop there.

Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs. 

“What’re you up to, baby?” he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye. 

You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “I’m gonna devour you.”

Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms. 

Oh, fuck yeah. 

A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs. 

Dean’s body tenses in anticipation. You’ve gone down on him before, but somehow it’s different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And you’re taking your sweet time working him up. 

Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. He’s holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what you’re in for after you have your way with him, but for now, he’s quite literally under your control. 

So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.

And suddenly, he blinks them open again.

“Shit,” he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth can’t take, even teasing his balls. 

You work him over relentlessly, until he can’t help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Dean’s heart stutters like syncopated conga drums. 

He shudders and struggles for breath afterwards, watching your every movement—from wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk. 

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where you’ve been kneeling on the hard ground. 

Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t let up until you’re panting with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit. 

He’s still panting heavily. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck. 

“What, now you’re shy?” he remarks. And he has to laugh. “Come back here.”

He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip.  

“Say it,” you encourage softly. “Whatever you’re thinking. Right now.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t help but oblige you. 

“You’re too damn much,” he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.

Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...

“I love you,” he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.

It hasn’t been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask. 

Dean hesitates, but he nods. “Yeah.”

A smile grows across your face. “Eh, I’m still on the fence.”

At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.

“Yo te amo,” you whisper. “Te amo y te quiero, más que tú puedes creer y entender.”

Dean smiles. He doesn’t understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love. 

Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.

You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze. 

“Are you making a mess of my clean bunker?” you tease. 

His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts. 

“Ah, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork sometimes.

But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs. 

“I fucking love that sound,” Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, “Do that for me again.”

When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears.  

So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat.  

However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase. 

It’s Sam who’s back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room. 

“Damn it, Dean!”

You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest. 

“All right, Sammy. Go to your room,” he chides playfully (but he means it). “The adults are havin’ a moment.”

Sam scoffs. “You’re having a moment on the goddamn couch!”

“Sorry,” you say, though it’s muffled in Dean’s neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment. 

Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room. 

But Dean’s chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again. 

When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, you’re happy.

Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.

I love you, you’d said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand. 

AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the “Midnight Espresso”-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. ❤️

Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:

(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)

[During their fight]: 

“Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Translation:

“You’re shameless. Keep messing with me, damn it. Then you’re going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).”

[Song lyrics: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique]: 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.”

Translation:

“I don’t know tomorrow. I don’t know tomorrow. If we’ll be together, if the world will end.”

Keep Reading:

Next in this series is "Chico Malo" ("Bad Boy"):

Summary: You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

▶️ Next Story: Bad Boy (Chico Malo)

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Witch Hunter

Chapter 1

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Ao3

“Hello mother, sorry I haven't been here for a while. I’ll try to visit more, but the harvest is coming up pretty soon, it’s going to be a lot of hard work and I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to get away,” Claire cut herself off with a breath, tangling her fingers in her skirt “I do have some good news, Goody Kline purchased some sugar and arranged to teach me and the other young ladies to make wild berry preserves,”

“And Claire promised to ask Goody Kline to let me sit in on the lessons as well,” Jim added “I’m eager to learn, though I may have to buy Goody Kline’s favor with wild game and honey,”

Claire giggled and swatted him on the shoulder “Don’t talk about purchasing favors from ladies in front of my mother,”

Jim let out a sheepish chuckle, face flushing pink “Of course, a thousand pardons Mistress Nuñez, though in my defense we do have an escort,”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, a pair glowing in the bushes. The sharp yellow standing out in the silver moonlight.

“I apologize for my companion’s untoward boldness,” Jim squeaked but Claire paid him no mind, shifting her folded legs to reach into her pocket and pull out a braided chain of pale purple flowers “I have another gift for you. Aster, the blossoms are delicate and fine. I think you’ll like them,”

“I’ve got something as well,” Jim reached into his pocket, pulling out a small stone with a hole in the center “It’s a hagstone, mother says they can protect against the evil eye, it’s too dangerous for either of us to carry around so I’ll entrust it to you for a while,” he flashed a meek grin at Claire “Purely as a gift not an attempt to purchase favor,”

Claire smirked at him before plucking the stone out of his offered hand “Forgive him mother, Jim may be a rogue but he means well,”

She leaned forward, hanging the floral chain from the side of the wooden cross, setting the stone in the dirt at its base.

“I hope you like them,” she said quietly.

A soft breeze blew, ruffling the flower chain slightly, but otherwise there was no reply.

“Enrique’s getting so big, he’s already sitting up all by himself. No talking yet but I feel his first word could be any day now. I’m sure that when father meets him he’ll be so happy he won’t be upset that…”

Tears burned in her eyes, throat sealing shut with emotion. She heard more than saw Jim reaching out. His hand on her shoulder grounded her, allowing her to swallow back her tears and find her voice again.

“Father will return soon and take us all back to Spain, I know he’ll be sad you’re gone, but he’ll be together with Enrique and me and we’ll be a family again, and we can all mourn you together,”

Jim squeezed her shoulder but otherwise left her to her emotions, the two kneeling in the hard packed dirt, with only the wooden gravemarkers for company.

Eventually Claire pushed herself to her feet “I promise I’ll visit again soon mother, I’ll tell you all about the jam making and Enrique and everything you’ve missed,” more tears burned behind her eyes but she forced them back “I love you mama, I know I didn’t say it often enough before, but I’m saying it now,”

With that she plucked the aster chain and hagstone off the grave and strode away towards the woods, unable to bear it any longer, Jim scrambling to his feet and hurrying after her.

Claire didn’t slow down once she entered the trees, even though what scant moonlight there was faded to near nothing. Leaves rustled overhead, a chill biting into her that hadn’t been present the last time. Summer was ending, it may not be long until it was too cold for their night time meetings. Would her father return by then? Or would the weather seal them indoors, cutting Claire off from the one person here who made life bearable. 

Shoving the thought away, she continued her trek through the trees. Not stopping until she reached their hollow oak, kneeling down and ducking her head inside.

Immediately she was surrounded by dozens of dried flower chains, bits of beads and shells, the various charms Jim and his mother had given her. Everything she would have adorned Ophelia Nuñez’s grave with had she been buried at home and not half a world away where such things were forbidden.

Claire delicately placed the aster and the hagstone with the others, moving back and standing up straight, hastily wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“We should head back,” Jim had followed her, of course he had the sweetheart “The constable will be making his rounds soon, we don’t want to run into him,”

She gave him a quick nod, not trusting herself to speak. 

“And besides,” Jim said with a soft chuckle, glancing down towards his feet “I don’t think our chaperone is very pleased with our conduct,”

She followed his line of sight to a pair to the glowing yellow eyes peering at them from where they were twining through Jim’s legs. Her somber mood didn’t dissipate, but a trickle of mirth did alleviate it.

“Of course,” she held out her hand, allowing Jim to grasp her fingers with his own “Can’t have Cinder being cross with us,”

“Us? What us?” Jim said with mock offense “Cinder adores me, it’s you he’ll be cross with,”

Claire giggled, the two of them walking hand in hand through the trees.

They finished their walk in silence, this close to town they had to listen carefully for any sound of Constable Mayhew, slowing to a reluctant stop when the trees thinned and their routes diverged.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at the service,” Jim said slowly, releasing her fingers and moving to lean down. Standing back up straight with a large, black yellow-eyed tomcat in his arms. Cinder looked profoundly displeased, as he always did, but didn’t struggle in Jim’s arms.

“I’ll see you there to,” Claire said with a small grin “But no talking, not unless you want the constable to box your ears,”

“Of course, if he’s going to box my ears it should be for something much more fun,” Jim said with a laugh, waving farewell as he headed down the path, Cinder held snugly against his chest “See you then,”

Claire waved back as she walked the path in the opposite direction “See you then,”

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter fourteen: How To Steal A Bridge (14/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n, Claire and Toby steal Killahead bridge. Al and Y/n have a little fight

Word count: 2358

Warnings: no need

(Season 2 Episodes 1, 2, 3)

Song?: He ain’t heavy he’s my brother by The Hollies

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Y/n was at the grocery store when she got Toby’s call. The boy sounded desperate, he pleaded her to come to trollmarket, fast, something had happened with Jim.

She dropped her groceries to the ground and ran to TrollMarket, forgetting all her responsibilities like the apples on the floor.

“Where is he?” Y/n jumped over the small stairs in Blinky’s library “Where’s…Jim?” She panted.

“He was right there” Toby caressed the amulet, he looked defeated.

“Why is the amulet here?” She walked to Toby. Next to him stood Claire cradling a baby.

Tears pooled in Y/n eyes “Who…is that baby?”

“Jim…He got him back. He kept his promise” Claire gave her a half smile. They didn’t have to explain, they knew the sacrifice Jim had made.

Y/n’s bag fell to the ground, she shook her head. It couldn’t be. No. Not her little brother.

“Has…has the amulet called for anyone?” She whispered, afraid of the answer.

Toby shook his head.

“So, he’s alive”

“They destroyed the bridge. This is my fault. I could’ve done more” Blinky was turned to an Aaarrrgghh made of stone.

“We can do more! There has to be a way” Toby slammed the amulet on the table “There has to be something we haven’t thought of” Toby scratched his head “You said it yourself. As long as the amulet doesn't call to anybody else, we know he's okay”

A strong blue light started to pour from the amulet, lifting itself from the table.

“James Lake” called.

Y/n got close to observe the amulet, but before she could get to the table, the amulet went flying to Aaarrrgghh and started to speak in trollish.

The four of them surrounded the bigger troll.

“I don't understand. It's not making any sense” complained Blinky.

“What’s it saying?” Asked Claire.

“‘The troll is the key, the key to the hunter’ Over and over. It must be a glitch”

“Is it broken?” Asked Claire

Toby got closer to the amulet “No. They’re helping us!”

“Who?” Asked Y/n.

“The voices in the amulet. The ghost council” Toby turned to her.

“Well, what are they trying to say?” Asked Claire.

“Aaarrrgghh is the key?” Y/n tilted her head.

“But that's impossible, he's...” Blinky was unable to finish the sentence.

“...gonna get us Jim back! Did you hear that? If we save Arrrgh, we save Jim!” Toby jumped.

“I don’t believe it” Claire smiled.

Y/n laughed and hugged her. She didn’t have any other option but to believe. She couldn’t lose her brother. She would hang on to any hope the world would throw at her no matter how small.

“Now, that is some glitch!” Blinky screamed and joined Toby's celebration.

—

“Still no sign of Jim?” Asked Claire.

“Nothing but barren Darklands. And I'm running out of nougat nummies” Complained Toby as he threw a new nougat nummie through the small portal.

Y/n, Claire and Toby were looking for a place deep into the forest to hide the Killahead bridge from the troll council.

A couple hours before, the teens went by the store with the news that the council had signed Jim's death sentence by getting rid of the bridge in a dark and far away place where no one could find it against the complaints of the trollhunters, and a plan. Claire had sent Not-Enrique to hide with the pieces of the bridge so she could have an anchor to make a portal and steal the bridge back.

“You think this is secluded enough?” Y/n moved her flashlight around seeing only trees and darkness.

“For a magic bridge? This far out, we could hide a few dead bodies” Toby joked.

“Okay, let’s do this quick” Claire took out the shadow staff.

Y/n sighed. After seeing it so many times, she had learned to handle the strange grief that would bring her seeing the staff.

“Making portals is exhausting, and I don't know how many I've got in me” with a quick move Claire made a portal.

“Wow! You're turning pro with that magic shadow stick” Toby complimented.

“Well, it's powered by emotions. Getting the guy I like out of the Darklands? Plenty of emotions” Claire took a couple steps but stopped when she realized Toby was following her “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Helping” he lifted his shoulders.

“I have no idea where we are. I need you here, to be my emotional anchor”

“But what am I supposed to do?”

“Get ready to catch” Y/n smiled and jumped through the portal.

On the other side, she hit herself on the chest with a box. The place was dark and narrow. The only source of light were the flashlights they had brought.

Out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw a box starting to move. She looked at Y/n in panic. Y/n stood in front of Claire and the box quickly opened.

“Took you long enough” Not-Enrique jumped out of the box

“What are you doing in there?” Claire relaxed.

“I…uh, Suzy's a little scared of the dark. And, with all the freaky noises, this place is giving her the heebie-jeebies” Not-Enrique lifted his stuffed bunny.

The girls chuckled.

“All right, come on” Claire put her flashlight on top of a box and Y/n did the same “Where are we?”

“All I could make out was someone saying "starboard" or "captain." We could be on a spaceship, for all I know” Not-Enrique explained as he helped the girls push a box through the portal.

A siren made the three of them stop.

“Yeah, yeah, the paperwork says dump it here” said a man.

“Dump it"?” Y/n looked at Claire with her brows furrowed “We're on a cargo ship! They're dumping us into the ocean!”

The movement of the container made the three of them fall to the ground.

“The ocean?! But I-- But Suzy can't swim!” Screamed Not-Enrique.

“Hold on!” Screamed back Claire.

“You never said nothing about no water! I knew this idea was lousy!” NotEnrique folded his arms.

“Let’s just stick with the plan and let's get the pieces out of here before it's too late” Said Y/n. If she let the changeling keep complaining he would drive Claire crazy.

“The metal can't hold for long! The water's going to pour in at any minute! Hurry!” Claire screamed.

The tree of them tried to take the piece out as fast as they could but the movement of the water wasn’t helping. Claire was losing strength from the amount of portals she had to make.

“Oh, no! The portal” screamed NotEnrique as the portal disappeared.

‘You’re a wizard. Use your magic’ the voice of her sister came back to her.

“I think I have an idea” Y/n shook her hands “Claire, can you open one more portal?”

“I can't. It won't work. I got nothing left” Claire’s arms could barely hold the now white staff.

“Right. I knew you'd get us killed!” Said NotEnrique.

“What?” Claire and Y/n screamed at the same time.

“You wanna know the truth? Fine. About to die, anyway. I decided to stick around 'cause you're a pushover. I can do whatever I want, and you're too weak to stop me!”

“Excuse me? How dare you!” The shadow staff was turning black again.

Y/n smiled. They really were siblings.

“I use your toothbrush to clean me ears. I steal cash from your purse. And you know your lucky Papa Skull jacket? I like to call that my snot rag! Hilarious!” NotEnrique continued.

“Ugh, why, you... you...” Claire realized NotEnrique was trying to help her “you baby genius!”

“Yeah, I know. Now, come on! We've just got a few more!”

Claire opened a new portal.

“Okay. Move” Y/n lifted her arms and focused her eyes on the portal.

“Woah” said Claire and NotEnrique.

Suddenly, the boxes were illuminated one by one by red light. They lifted themselves from the ground and flew through the portal.

“Wait a minute. You didn't really do that stuff, right?” Claire turned to NotEnrique.

“Uh, don't use your toothbrush” he answered “Whoa!”

The pressure started to wear out the container making the water start to pour in. Y/n tried to throw the last box through the portal but the shock made Claire close it.

“C’mon” Y/n complained to herself as she lowered her hands.

The three jumped on top of the last box that didn’t make it through the portal.

“We're never gonna get 'em all! Time to bail out of this death trap!” Screamed NotEnrique.

“No! We lose the bridge, we lose Jim. We need this last crate” Y/n screamed back.

The water started to rise up. Soon the box where they were standing wouldn’t be useful anymore.

“Come on, kid. Last pice!” Cheered NotEnrique

“Oh, I can’t! I’m exhausted!” Cried Claire.

“Yes, you can! You have to!”

“It’s not charging! Ugh! I can't get it to work.”

“Claire, look at me!” Screamed Y/n. Claire was panicking, she couldn’t look at her in the eyes “Take a deep breath. Come on”

The three of them took a deep breath together.

“Anger isn’t the only fuel to magic. You must find a stronger emotion and use it” Y/n looked down. The water was almost at their necks.

“I can do this. I can do this” Claire said to herself.

“Yes! You can!” Y/n looked at her hands “Make the portal and I’ll guide us through it”

They took a last deep breath and they submerged.

Claire tried and tried to open a portal but she couldn’t. Her body was exhausted. She felt her arms loosen up and started to sway to the current but then, she saw among all the darkness NotEnrique lose consciousness and Y/n grabbing him. That’s when she did it.

Suddenly, Y/n felt like she was falling. She looked down and saw a familiar darkness, a portal. Y/n smiled. Claire did it. She closed her eyes and protected NotEnrique from the fall.

When Y/n opened her eyes, they were back in the woods. She turned to her side to give the changeling space to breathe.

“Hey?” She whispered.

“NotEnrique?” Claire crawled to him “Ah! Toby, Y/n he’s not breathing!” Claire scream.

“Oh no! NotEnrique” Toby ran to him.

Y/n sat up and saw Toby giving NotEnrique CPR.

Quickly, the changeling regained conscious.

“Ah, thank you, Ms Janet” Toby lay down.

“I told you I can’t swim” NotEnrique complained

“Claire! You got all the pieces! We did it! We stole an entire freaking bridge!” Toby threw himself at Y/n making her laugh.

“Yeah. Don't let Jim ever say we never did anything for him” Claire panted.

“Thank you. You did good back there, kid. What emotion did you use to get us out of that tin can?” NotEnrique panted.

“Fear. I was afraid... I lost you”

Y/n felt a tear fall down and quickly wiped. She understood.

“I'm the king of the ocean” Steve mumbled.

“What are we gonna do about him?” Asked Claire.

—

The sun had long set in Arcadia. Y/n sat at her desk, her eyes glued to the old book Douxie had borrowed her, but her mind was unable to follow the stories, it had drifted somewhere else. Her sister.

Who was she? Did she have a sister? Was she real or just an invention of her mind to keep her sane in the last couple of months?

“I don’t think that’s good for the water” Al stretched his front paws.

“Huh?” Y/n look away from the book and realized she had been changing the state of the water “Oh. I didn’t realize” she stopped her hand from moving.

“Is the book any good?” He jumped to the desk, almost dropping the glass of ice.

“Uhm…I don’t know” she mumbled.

Alfred twisted his head to the side.

“I’ve been thinking” Y/n closed the book.

“Oh” Al sat down and looked at her.

“Do you…” she took a deep breath “Did I…have a sister? You know…Back in my old life”

Alfred's jaw fell open, his pupils shrank in surprise.

“Al?”

The cat shook his head “Why…Why you ask?”

“I’ve been…seeing”

“Seeing?!” He stood up.

“Well, yeah…when…”

Al stood with his front pawn on her shoulders “You been seeing Mor…” he jumped back to the floor and lay down “Oh lord. This isn’t good”

“Al, you’re scaring me” Y/n kneeled down next to him.

“You’re not supposed to see her. Maybe dream of her BUT SEE? No no” he lifted his front paws.

“What?”

“Where did you see her?” He stood up on his back legs “What’s she planning?”

“Planning?! What are you?! What?!” Y/n sat on the floor and grabbed her head “I’m just having visions of this woman that calls me sister”

“Visions? Oh…that’s good then…” he jumped onto the bed and lay down with her back to her.

“What do you mean ‘that’s good then’ “she stood up “Explain and don’t you dare say I can’t” she point a finger to him

“But I can’t” he turned.

“This is getting old” Y/n stood up and grabbed her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“To fix my problem once and for all” she closed the door behind her.

—

Blinky’s library was deserted, not even Aaarrrgghh statue was there. Y/n looked at her phone to see if she had missed an update from Toby but no new messages appeared.

Y/n looked at Blinky’s books, one of them had to have at least a clue about her sister, about her old life. This time she was going to follow her sister's advice from the start, she was going to use her magic. She closed her eyes, stretched her arm and with a deep breath she called for the right book to come to her. A big gray book flew to her hand. Y/n smiled, satisfied with herself. She opened the book and the title caught her attention: The Pale Lady.

A/N: Season two is here!!!

[glitchyk]

TOA/Tales of Arcadia au!

Now be prepared because there’s going to be a shit ton of characters since tales of Arcadia is Trollhunters, 3Below, Wizards, and the shitty movie all put together. Honestly I’m just going to put an overall it’s because putting the series differently and writing the characters in all of them like three different times is so confusing lol

@chaos-ace get your ass over here new au drop/silly

Since I’m not putting names in twice or three times-

*Magic user

*Teacher

*Students

*Royalty/ruler

*God/Godlike

Mall characters under the cut because the list is long and I’m not sure the rest of y’all wanna scroll through that

Trollhunters Main cast

Jim Lake Jr.

Claire Nuñez**

Blinkous Galadrigal

AAARRRGGHH!!!

Toby Domzalski*

3below Main cast

Mothership/ ‘Mother’

Aja Tarron*

Krel Tarron*

Varvatos Vex — @gummy-axolotl

Luug

Trollhunters of the past/the council

Venerable Bedehilde

Deya the Deliverer

Unkar the Unfortunate

Kanjigar the Courageous

Gogun the Gentle

Maddrux the Many

Voltar the Voracious

Magmar the Molten

Trolls

Dictatious Galadrigal

Angor Rot

Bagdwella

Blungo

Bodus

Craggen

Draal the Deadly

Callista the Calamity

Gatto

Mervin the Monster Dealer

Vendel*

Queen Usurna*

Queen Wumpa*

Rot and Gut

Orlagk

Gum-Gums

Bular

Gunmar*

Humans

James Lake Sr.

Barbara Lake

Coach Lawrence*

Connie

Darci Scott*

Delivery Driver

Eli Pepperjack*

Enrique Nuñez

Javier Nuñez

Nancy Domzalski

Steve Palchuk*

Mary Wang*

Ophelia Nuñez

Karl Uhl*

Lenora Janeth*

Shannon Longhannon*

Officer Brennan

Seamus Johnson*

Mario Muelas

Cangelings

NotEnrique

Ellie Stemhower

Walter Strickler*

Nomura

Gladysgro

Otto Scaarbach

Magic users

Merlin

Morgana le Fay

Douxie Casperan

Zoe

Familiars

Archie

Humans of the past

King author*

Akiridions

Gaylen*

Seklos*

Coranda Tarron*

Fialkov Tarron*

Zadra

Val Morando

Davaros

Bounty hunters

Zeron Alpha

Zeron Omega

Zeron Beta

Magmatron

Tronos Madu

Other alien species

Stuart

Buster

Gnomes

Gnome Chompsky

Blanks

Blank Robots

Bartender Blank

Momblank/ ‘Lucy’ blank

Dadblank/ ‘Ricky’ Blank

Omen

Foo Foo’s

Foo Foo the Destroyer

Foo Foo the Mighty

Foo Foo the Minuscule

Foo Foo the Typhoon

Area 49/Gov

Sergeant Costas

Colonel Kubritz

Arcane order

Bellroc, Keeper of the Flame*

Skrael of the North Wind*

Nari of the Eternal Forrest*

Other beings

Nimue/ the lady of the lake*

I’ll probably add more when I check the lists again…

Jsjsks okay I tried, there’s a fuck ton of characters alright? If you want to see other Sona aus I’ve done with my friends, you can look right here.

[decafdino]

You'll Hear Me Howling Outside Your Door

A 9-1-1 Lone Star Fic

"Get up."

Enrique doesn't move, but he does take on a pleading look in his eye. "You don't understand. He's been lying to you, Carlos."

TK whimpers from the chains rubbing against his skin as more weight is put on his back. His head is bleeding sluggishly from a gash on his temple. The sight makes Carlos' grip tighten.

"He's not what you think he is. He's one of them."

"Get up," he repeats. He takes a step forward, the barrel of the shotgun aimed at Enrique's head.

"I know this is hard to process—"

"I said, get up," Carlos says, cocking the gun in a practiced motion. "Get off of him before I shoot you."

"Carlos, you don't understand. He's—"

"I know what he is." His gaze flicks to TK's for a split second, and it hardens his resolve. "He's my husband."

In which a werewolf and a hunter save each other, fall in love, and save each other some more.

---

First addition to my @badthingshappenbingo for the square "Rope Chain Burns". Read here.

[joshuasumter]

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger?

From the creative minds that bought you Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone was released for the Nintendo 3DS in 2012 in Japan and worldwide in 2013, receiving great praise as it bought characters from three legendary game developers -- Capcom, Sega, and Namco Bandai -- to crossed worlds, dimensions, and the fabric of time for the ultimate cross-over tactical RPG mashup!

But what if the cross zone had gotten a whole lot bigger with even MORE titles and are joined by even more characters from surprising guest companies.

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger? explores what would happen if the events of Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone, and Project X Zone 2 occurred differently with the inclusion of characters, worlds, and universes of Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Square Enix, and much more. For example, my fan-made original story movie inspired by the crossover RPG.

The Project X Zone Movie (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Nickelodeon x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Channel Federator x Channel Awesome)

The Project X Zone Movie 2: Fate of Many Worlds (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Marvel x Star Wars x Level-5)

NAMCO BANDAI

Namco X Capcom (Reiji Arisu, Xiaomu)

Project X Zone (Mii Koryuji, Kogoro Tenzai)

Tekken (Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Alisa Bosconovitch)

.hack// (Kite, BlackRose)

.hack//G.U. (Haseo)

Tales of Versperia (Yuri Lowell, Fylnn Scifo, Estelle Sidos Heurassein)

Summon Night 3 (Aty)

Adventure of Valkyrie (Valkyrie, Kurino Sandra, Sabine)

Bravoman (Arnold/Bravoman)

Wonder Momo (Kanda Momo/Wonder Momo)

Soulcalibur V (Natsu)

Soul Edge (Taki, Mitsurugi Heishiro)

Tales of Destiny (Rutee Katrea, Stahn Aileron)

Xenosaga (KOS-MOS, MOMO, Shion Uzuki)

Tower of Druaga (Gilgamesh, Ki)

Shadow Land (Tarosuke)

The Genji and the Heike Clans (Taira no Kagekiyo)

Baraduke (Masuyo Tobi)

Burning Force (Hiromi Tengenji)

Ordyne (Miyuki Chan)

Dig Dug (Taizo Hori)

Klonoa (Klonoa, Guntz)

God Eater (Alisa Ilinichina Amiella, Soma Schicksal, Lindow Amamiya, Ciel Alencon, Nana Kouzuki)

Yumeria (Neneko, Neito)

CAPCOM

Street Fighter (Ryu, Ken Masters, Chun-li, Guile, Cammy White, Ingrid)

Ghosts n' Goblins (Sir Arthur)

Okami (Amaterasu, Issun)

Viewtiful Joe (Viewtiful Joe, Sexy Silvia)

Monster Hunter (Monster Hunter, Felyne, Palico, Gore Magala)

Breath of Fire III (Ryu, Nina, Momo, Garr, Rei, Peco, Honey)

Resident Evil Revelations (Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine)

Resident Evil 6 (Leon S. Kennedy, Helena Harper, Ada Wong)

Resident Evil: Dead Aim (Bruce McGivern, Fong Ling)

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes)

Darkstalkers(Morrigan Aensland, Demitri Maximoff, Felicia, Hsien-Ko, Donovan Baine, Anita, Jon Talbain, Victor Von Gedenheim)

Dead Rising (Frank West)

Devil May Cry (Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico)

Bionic Commando (2009) (Nathan Spencer)

Captain Commando (Captain Commando, Hoover (Baby Head), Jennety (Mack the Knife), Sho (Ginzu the Ninja))

Dino Crisis (Regina)

Final Fight (Guy, Mike Haggar)

Mega Man (Rock/Mega Man, Roll, Blues/Proto Man, Rush, Tango, Eddie, Beat)

Mega Man X(X, Zero, Axl)

Mega Man Legends (Tron Bonne, Servbots, Mega Man Volnutt, Roll Casket)

Star Gladiator (June Lin Milliam)

Strider (Strider Hiryu)

Forgotten Worlds (Unknown Soldier 1P, Unknown Solider 2P, Sylphie)

Cyberbots (Jin Saotome, Princess Devilotte de Death Satan IX)

SEGA

Billy Hatcher (Billy Hatcher, Chick Poacher, Rolly Roll, Bantam Scrambled)

Golden Axe (Ax Battler, Gilius Thunderhead, Tyris Flare)

Panzer Dragon (Keil Fluge, Blue Dragon)

Alex Kidd (Alex Kidd, Stella)

NiGHTS into Dreams (NiGHTS)

Skies of Arcadia (Vyse, Aika, Fina, Cupil, Gilder, Enrique, Drachma)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Knuckles the Echidna, Amy Rose, Shadow the Hedgehog)

Sonic Boom (Sticks the Badger)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta, Jeanne, Viola, Luka)

Virtua Fighter (Akira Yuki, Pai Chan, Kage-Maru)

Fighting Vipers (Bahn)

Shenmue (Ryo Hazuki)

Shinobi (Hotsuma)

Shinobi: Nightshade (Hibana)

Space Channel 5 (Ulala)

Streets of Rage (Axl Stone)

Sakura Wars (Ichiro Ogami, Sakura Shinguji, Gemini Sunrise, Erica Fontaine)

Yakuza/Like A Dragon (Kazama Kiryu, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga)

Resonance of Fate (Zephyr, Leanne, Vashyron)

Valkyria Chronicles III(Kurt Irving, Riela Marcellis, Imca)

Sega Saturn Advertisements (Segata Sanshiro, Sega Shiro (Segata's son))

Shining Force EXA(Toma, Cyrille)

Dynamite Cop (Bruno Delinger)

Zombie Revenge (Rikiya Busujima)

NINTENDO

Fire Emblem Warriors (Rowan, Lianna)

Fire Emblem: Awakening (Chrom, Lucina)

Xenoblade Chronicles (Fiora, Shulk)

DISNEY

Gravity Falls (Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus)

American Dragon: Jake Long (Jake Long, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Lao Shi)

Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck)

DuckTales (2017) (Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby Vanderquack, Launchpad McQuack)

Phineas & Ferb (Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Isabella Garcia-Sharpio, Burford Van Stromm, Baljeet Rai, Candace Flynn, Agent P)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Randy Cunningham)

Mighty Med (Oliver, Kaz)

Sofia the First (Princess Sofia the First)

Disney's Descendants (Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos)

Wreck-It Ralph (Vanellope Von Schweetz)

The Simpsons (Bart Simpson)

The Lion Guard (Kion, Bunga, Fuli, Besthe, Ono, Anga)

PIXAR

Brave (Princess Merida of DunBroch)

The Incredibles (Mr. Incredibles, Elastigrl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, Frozone)

MARVEL

Captain America

Iron Man

Thor

Hulk

Black Widow

Hawkeye

Falcon

Vision

Wasp

Captain Marvel

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Black Panther

Spider-Man

Doctor Strange

Iron Fist

Ghost Rider

She-Hulk

Wolverine

Storm

X-23

Future Avengers (Makoto/Hurricane, Chloe/Charade, Adi/Codec, Bruno/Twister)

STAR WARS

Rey

Finn

Poe Dameron

BB-8

CARTOON NETWORK

Ben 10(Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson, Kevin Levin)

Generator Rex (Rex, Six, Bobo)

The Life & Times of Juniper Lee (Juniper Lee)

The Powerpuff Girls (Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (Mac, Bloo)

Dexter's Labratory(Dexter)

Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed, Double D (Edd), Eddy)

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes (Kaio O. Kincaid (K.O.), Radicles X, Enid Mettle)

NICKELODEON

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks)

Fairly OddParents (Timmy Turner, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko)

Winx Club (Bloom, Stella, Aisha, Techa, Musa, Flora)

El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera (Manny Rivera/El Tigre, Frida)

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (Jimmy Neutron)

Danny Phantom (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (XJ9/Jenny Wakeman)

Glitch Techs (Miko "Me_K.O." Kubto, Hector "High Five" Nieves, Ridley, B.I.T.T., Zahra Rashid)

SQUARE EINX

Kingdom Hearts (Sora, Riku, Kairi, Ventus)

The World Ends with You (Neku Sakuraba, Shiki Misaki, Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito, Raimu “Rhyme” Bito, Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, Rindo Kanade, Tosai “Fret” Furesawa, Nagi Usui, Shoka Sakurane)

Final Fantasy (Warrior of Light)

Final Fantasy II (Firion)

Final Fantasy III (Onion Knight)

Final Fantasy IV (Cecil Harvey)

Final Fantasy V (Bartz Klauser)

Final Fantasy VI (Terra Branford)

Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith, Cid, Yuffie) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy VIII (Squall Leonheart) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy IX (Zidane Tribal)

Final Fantasy X (Tidus)

Final Fantasy XI (Shantotto)

Final Fantasy XII (Vaan)

Final Fantasy XIII (Lightning)

Final Fantasy XIV (Y'shtola)

Final Fantasy XV (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

OTHER TITLES

CHANNEL AWESOME

Nostalgia Critic (Nostalgia Critic)

Angry Video Game Nerd (Angry Video Game Nerd)

Atop the 4th Wall (Linkara)

The Angry Joe Show (Angry Joe)

LEVEL-5

Professor Layton (Professor Hershel Layton, Luke Triton)

CHANNEL FEDERATOR

Bravest Warriors (Chris Kirkman, Beth Tezuka, Danny Vasquez, Wallow, Plum, Catbug)

[elegantjellyfishwerewolf]

Trollhunter! Nomura AU (part 2)

This AU was made me and @enniyart

the first part<

>the third part

After Barbara's death, a rough patch comes in Jim's life, the situation is made even worse by the fact that Toby does not appear at school and stops answering Jim's calls (Toby's phone, as you guessed, was eaten by Aargh). Also, after Toby's disappearance, Claire also stops appearing at school. The day before she leaves, Claire tells Jim that she is going to study elsewhere for an indefinite period and that she is very sorry that they will not be able to play in the play together (because of the incident in the hospital, Jim himself wanted to give up the role). As a result, Jim is left all alone. Strickler, who begins to spread the influence of the Order, feels guilty and responsible for the boy, so he offers Jim to move in with him for a while. Jim agrees.

Nomura, along with Blinky, Aargh and Toby, came to the Trollmarket and brought Bular's head as proof that the trollhunter is on troll side. Finally, Vendell is convinced of this by the fact that Claire recognizes Toby as her classmate. Nomura and Toby are allowed to stay at the market. Angor only sneers at the fact that Merlin's new champion is Morgana's former creation, but Draal, due to past disagreements with Nomura, does not react so cordially to her appearance. During a short skirmish between Nomura and Draal, a fight ensues in the forge, during which both participants finally let off steam and calm down a little, and Draal, after learning that Nomura avenged his father, also accepts her as a new hunter. Their relationship is starting to improve. (Just like in the original, after Bular's death, the troll market collects fragments of the Kilahed Bridge and locks them in storage).

After that Nomura discovers several changelings on the Trollmarket and begins her small investigation during which she begins to suspect that the changelings themselves could not penetrate so deeply without the help of the trolls, which means they were introduced by someone very influential on the part of the trolls. Claire also learns about the "purge" - this is when once a year changelings collect a list of all their brothers and sisters who were killed or deserted, this list is sent to Gunmar and he eats out of familiars as unnecessary. The new information scares Claire also by the fact that the Order could not consider Enrique a deserter and include Enrique in the list and the time of “purge” is coming very soon.

At this time, Eli thinks that the double attempt on the life of his history teacher was not an accident and first of all decides to look for evidence in Strickler's office. Steve notices him and out of curiosity follows him. As a result, both boys were caught by Senor Uhl for breaking into teacher’s office. For this, Steve and Eli are left after school.

While serving their sentence, Steve and Eli hear a strange noise and decide to leave the classroom to check, it turns out to be a goblin who was leaving Strickler's office. The boys decide to follow him and eventually the goblin leads them to Strickler's house.

Jim was alone in Strickler's house at the time, and therefore was the only witness to Steve and Eli sneaking behind the goblins into Strickler's house through the window. Jim initially resents the antics of his classmates, but after listening to Eli's theory, reluctantly agrees to ask Strickler about everything, right after he throws the Creepslayerz out the door. But Jim does not have time to accomplish his plan as the boys hear the sound of the door opening. Steve and Eli hide in the closet, and Jim meets Strickler who has just returned. During a lengthy dialogue, Jim begins to guess the true nature of Strickler, to which the second immediately reacts and forcibly locks the teenager in his room, saying that he cannot lose the only thing left after her. Steve and Eli, who have been watching everything from the closet all this time, are waiting for Strickler to go far enough away not to hear them. Then they get out of the closet and help Jim escape. Their fuss is noticed by the same goblin and the guys, having come up with nothing better, climb into Strickler's parked car and steal it.

Eli asks Steve (yes, it was Steve who was driving) to drive towards the canal, reinforcing this with the fact that it was there that he saw other "creeps". Eli's plan works, after driving up to the canal, the guys notice trolls entering the market a couple of hours later and decide to follow them, but they can't pass unnoticed and Steve, Eli and Jim are caught and taken to the elder.

At the Trollmarket, Claire asks Nomura to help her save her brother and open the Killahead Bridge. Nomura says that she will not risk the chance to free Gunmar for the sake of one familiar and cruelly refuses Claire's help. Their conversation is cut short by the fact that the trollhunter is called to the elder on an important issue. Coming to Wendell, Nomura sees three teenagers whom Toby immediately recognizes and says that they are also his classmates.

As a result, Steve, Eli and Jim tell all about how they got to the market and how they learned about the existence of another world. Jim also tells all about Strickler and Nomura understands that Strickler is above the one who introduced changelings and that he is trying to take control of not only the world of people, but also the world of trolls. After the interrogation, Toby informs Jim that Claire is also on the market right now. Both teenagers go looking for her.

Nomura is called by Draal who wants to ask her a very important question. She follows him, but realizes too late that she has fallen into a stasis trap. It turns out that it was Claire who turned into a Draal with the help of a glamour mask to deceive Nomura and lure her into stasis, and then create a mark spell and take the amulet.

After some time, the boys find Claire, who has a shadow staff and an amulet of daylight in her hands. They run to her, but she manages to lock the door of the vault where the wreckage of the Kilahed Bridge was located. The real Draal finds and frees Nomura from stasis, and then he and the rest of the trollhunter team run to the Kilahed Bridge storage, but alas, it's too late.

With the help of shadow magic, Claire, using the mechanics of the Angor’s mark spell deceives the amulet and subdues daylight to herself and already with the help of it restores the bridge and goes to the Darklands for her brother (she takes amulet and staff of shadow with her).

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

And onto the next edition of my US Motorsport Number Ones posts... it's the Indycar 2024 grid edition 😊

Helio Castoneves (10th May 1975) - Tony Orlando & Dawn - He Don't Love You (Like I Love You)

Takuma Sato (28th January 1977) - StevIe Wonder - I Wish

Katherine Legge (12th July 1980) - Paul McCartney - Coming Up

Scott Dixon (22nd July 1980) - Billy Joel - It's Still Rock And Roll To Me

Ryan Hunter-Reay (17th December 1980) - Kenny Rogers - Lady

Will Power (1st March 1981) & Ed Carpenter (3rd March 1981) - Eddie Rabbitt - I Love A Rainy Night

Romain Grosjean (17th April 1986) - Falco - Rock Me Amadeus

Marco Andretti (13th March 1987) - Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer

Colin Braun (22nd September 1988) - Guns N Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine

Graham Rahal (4th January 1989) - Poison - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Agustin Canapino (19th January 1990) - Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise

Marcus Ericsson (2nd September 1990) - Sweet Sensation - If Wishes Came True

Josef Newgarden (22nd December 1990) - Stevie B - Because I Love You (The Postman Song)

Alexander Rossi (25th September 1991) - Color Me Badd - I Adore Mi Amor

Felix Rosenqvist (7th November 1991) - Karyn White - Romantic

Conor Daly (15th December 1991) - Michael Jackson - Black Or White

Kyle Larson (31st July 1992) - Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back

Jack Harvey (15th April 1993) - Snow - Informer

Scott McLaughlin (10th June 1993) - Janet Jackson - That's The Way Love Goes

Tom Blomqvist (30th November 1993) - Meat Loaf - I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

Pietro Fittipaldi (25th June 1996) - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Tha' Crossroads

Alex Palou (1st April 1997) - Puff Daddy & Mase - Can't Nobody Hold Me Down

Santino Ferrucci (31st May 1998) - Next - Too Close

Kyle Kirkwood (19th October 1998) - Barenaked Ladies - One Week

Callum Ilott (11th November 1998) - Monica - The First Night

Linus Lundqvist (26th March 1999) - Cher - Believe

Pato O'Ward (6th May 1999) - TLC - No Scrubs

Colton Herta (30th March 2000) - Destiny's Child - Say My Name

Christian Rasmussen (29th June 2000) - Enrique Iglesias - Be With You

Marcus Armstrong (29th July 2000) - N'Sync - It's Gonna Be Me

Rinus Veekay (11th September 2000) - Janet Jackson - Doesn't Really Matter

Christian Lundgaard (23rd July 2001) - Usher - U Remind Me

Sting Ray Robb (3rd September 2001) - Alicia Keys ' Fallin'

David Malukas (27th September 2001) - Jennifer Lopez & Ja Rule - I'm Real (Murder Remix)

Theo Pourchaire (20th August 2003) - Beyonce & Jay-Z - Crazy In Love

Kyffin Simpson (9th October 2004) - Ciara & Petey Pablo - Goodies

Nolan Siegel (8th November 2004) - Usher & Alicia Keys - My Boo

All added to this playlist 😊

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Z751sk1l8O7QC3vV4Hu8E?si=guuC_GwfS6yXAPA79KsfNg&pi=e-jhqjK0BSQOeU

[sturnioloshacker]

REALREALREAL THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU MWAH!!!!! it's a kids show about trolls and how Jim becomes the troll hunter, being the first human trollhunter. it's so interesting, there's 3 parts to the series + 1 movie(the movie makes me wanna die though. never finished IT[major character death]) I <3 the first one (tales of Arcadia) seeing the development of Jim, Toby, and Claire. then comes 3below and then Wizards. they're all called "Trollhunters" just different aspects and plots within the same timeframe! 2nd one is about Steve and Eli. last one is about the emo bitch I can never remember his name😭he low-key looks like Johnnie BUR ANYWAYS

first pic is Toby and Jim, second one is Toby again(a dumb freeze frame😭), third one is toby and not-Enrique( enrique is Claire's brother but he got switched with a changeling hence the name), last one in order is Strickler(Jim and Tobys teacher but is also a changeling), Blinky, AAARRRGGGHHH!!! and Bular (son of Gumar, they're evil. they're Gumm-Gumms bad trolls). changelings are actually a real urban legend!!!!!!! it's super cool:D some more lore for ya🥰

very interesting… i’ve never even heard of this show tbh but it’s cool to know what it’s about

[soul-dwelling]

Do you think that there seems to be a disconnect between charachters introduced before and after the soul eater anime ended? Like everyone loves Giriko, but does anybody care about Gopher, or the moon clowns? Or even thee death scythes that were shoved in at the end?

(Spoilers for Soul Eater and Fire Force. Content warnings for mentions of rape and grooming.)

Me. I care about those characters! 

…Sort of.

Maybe.

...I care about those characters about as much as I do about any other characters. 

Except the Moon Whaler hunters. I appreciate what someone else (Soul Eater Post?) wrote about how that arc is to parallel the hunt for Crona and whether Maka has it in her to potentially have to kill them. But it is such a needless side adventure and so late in the story to start exploring just how different this world is than our own--and a side adventure that leaves a bad taste in my mouth not only given the controversies around whale hunting but also because it is one of the few things explained in Fire Force and once again makes the world building less interesting. 

And maybe I’m not that interested in Gen, or, rather, the version of Gen in the manga. Having a tech expert in the cast should be entertaining--but it's a little late to start doing the worldbuilding now about the tech in this world. It comes across like it is obligatory: the anime already had Buttataki in the same role, I guess the manga now needs its version, too.

And we include Gen just for a weird “H-beam is like 'ecchi'” pun is dull. The better option would have been for the H-beam to be his weapon partner (and a friend and I have already worked on such a character)--more unconventional weapons would have been a more entertaining bit of worldbuilding. But if the manga could not bother to lend more personality to the final Death Scythes we meet in the manga, what hope would this H-beam ever have? 

The first anime concluded on March 30, 2009. I don’t know which chapter came out right before that final episode, but by March 21, 2009, Volume 14 was published, collecting Chapters 53 to 57. I’m guessing by this point manga characters introduced before the anime ended and who didn’t appear in the first anime included Tezca and Enrique--who are probably the last characters ever in the manga who had any meaningful impact on the story, Tezca more so, not only because of his interactions with Justin in the manga but also because he has such a broad, loud, memorable personality and design. Compared to Gopher (who I will defend in a moment), the Moon Clowns (who I can’t really defend--more on that in a moment), and the remaining Death Scythes and their meisters (more on them in a moment), Tezca is just heads and shoulders above them (until Justin cut off his head). Maybe this is why Tezca was the only one to leave an impression in Soul Eater NOT, whether showing up to scare the main trio in the manga, or as a keychain in the anime. 

(There is also Noah in Volume 14, but we already saw his design in the Monotone Princess video game as Grimoire, so that is a technicality.) 

The problem I’m having is that I didn’t get into Soul Eater until the manga was in its final chapters and only when the anime started airing on Toonami, so as a late participant in the fandom, there wasn’t much of a reason for me to feel disconnected from characters introduced after the anime ended. I pretty much treated anyone who was in the main manga and NOT as a Soul Eater character, all with the potential to lead their own story. It's just that some characters are easier to write for than others, not for any reason except that some are given more personality to work from than others.

As time goes on, I do prefer the anime more and more over the manga, so perhaps I have a bias towards characters who were in the anime but not in the manga--because I think, had the Studio BONES first anime had more time, more episodes, and diverged more wildly from the manga, we could have had those late additions to the manga get adapted in better or at least in surprising and expected ways that could have improved upon what didn’t work in the manga and could work better in adaptation. Imagine if we had Tezca as an actual character in the first anime: I think he could have been a second Excalibur, for good or bad. Imagine if the story was re-worked to give Pushkin some bigger relevance in the anime. What kind of fight could you stage if the Clowns had a larger role in the story, not as Asura's lackeys but as the actual leaders of some new threat for the next season?

This includes the later Death Scythes and their meisters, who have little to no personality and could have benefited from inclusion in the anime, just to make them into more fully realized characters. That’s an excellent opportunity for headcanon and fanfiction, but when the original manga doesn’t give you enough to work with, it also means that the portrayals of those new characters can go in infinite directions such that it is difficult to get to core details of those characters that are consistent across all iterations in fanworks.

In other words, we have numerous versions of Batman but which mostly have the same core details and principles (Adam West Batman is not Michael Keaton Batman is not Kevin Conroy Batman is not Diedrich Bader Batman--but they have more in common than different), whereas there is so little in the manga to understand Alexandre, Zubaidah, and others to make them feel like realized characters who can thrive in fan works.

And it is such a galling disappointment, not only because they are characters who add diversity and inclusion to the story, but because the manga and the anime had its chance to expand on those characters in Soul Eater NOT--and just didn’t. Djinn and Dinga appear in the NOT manga--only so they can stare down Shaula and not do anything while Tsugumi and the others take down the witch. They don’t even appear in the NOT anime. None of them got cameos at the end of Fire Force because Ohkubo was so desperate for attention that he substituted good storytelling with fanservice by way of “Soul Eater Babies” instead of making any meaningful connection between the world Shinra created and how we got to these adult characters who didn’t get much spotlight otherwise in the fandom. (Granted, I also can go on my rant again that Fire Force and Soul Eater being in the same timeline already doesn't make sense because Spirit Albarn shows up both in Fire Force's Japan and then 800+ years later in Soul Eater's Death City...It's almost as if the timeline fails on its own...)

As for Gopher: he has potential, and it was under-utilized. Not everything is going to be as memorable and impactful (albeit obviously problematic and unfortunately also badly done in other areas) like Chainsaw Man when it comes to imagery that seems evocative of grooming and cycles of abuse and rebirth. But Gopher did seem one-note, hence why his ending was also one-note, where he gets to leave with additional flavors of Noah…that opens up more questions than I want to address right now about how this basically reverses the power dynamic in which it is now Gopher possessing Noah for his own satisfaction rather than Noah using Gopher either as his lackey or his punching bag. 

The Moon Clowns? Memorable designs, just cannon fodder for fights. They are the equivalent of film-only characters like the villains in a My Hero Academia movie. Their designs are already outclassed by Compress in My Hero Academia. Kaguya has potential but seems more like a prototype for Tamaki in Fire Force in a different direction. Not to encourage fanservice-bait, but less you’re going to use Kaguya in a surprising way in terms of personality or commentary on sexual puritanism or bodily autonomy or just acknowledging that some people are flirts, the most I could imagine is having her face off against Blair--which would just be a repeat of Blair’s fights against Mizune and the Succubus. 

Finally, about Giriko: …Eh, I don’t love his last arc. 

Giriko’s final arc becomes an extended attempt to rape Maka, thereby prompting Soul to intervene to save her, inspired in part by the shoe-horned but not unwelcomed story beat of Maka’s self-doubts that have been with her since the first time she encountered the Clown but which does seem awkwardly forced into the story by introducing the “love letters” / meister invitations to Soul. It is not as if Maka’s arc was not always there, and it’s not as if waiting until this arc to finally address it is bad--but the seams of the narrative stitching are showing. And it all depends on the Mark Millar school of “you know the villain is bad because he wants to rape someone,” which is cliche and, worse than that, a gross failure to actually talk seriously about rape, living after rape, the fact that a rapist is just as likely someone who isn’t a mustache-twirling villain or a Giriko-level obviously bad guy but a toxic "nice guy." 

There is almost something there with Giriko having nothing left to live for after Arachne is dead and confirmed gone forever. But there’s no moment of something haunting there. He is fighting against Soul; Soul has Arachne’s witch soul in him now. Unless I’m forgetting something, it’s not as if we get a scene of Giriko promising he will slice Soul in half and pull Arachne’s soul out of him. That would never bring Arachne back--but it would be symbolic and a quick shorthand to the audience about what Giriko is actually getting at, and it would be a hell of a lot more interesting than, “Giriko wants to get off on sex and power fantasies by raping Maka.” It would remind us that Arachne was a part of all of this. You could even have an excuse to give Giriko a scene, however unearned it is, of him dying and imagining a reunion with Arachne, to show how this toxic loyalty contributed to the bloodlust that ended his life. 

[bbygirlky18]

Ships Updated!!!!

Here are the ships for my fanfic Mami's Breakthrough. You'll meet the main character in the ship list so be prepared. I'll use the wrestler's real name. You'll see repeated names so don't get spooked. Let's get into it.

Demi (Rhea) & Gretchen (Eliora)

Stephanie (Stephanie) & Paul (Hunter)

Jonathan (Jimmy) & Trinity ( Naomi)

Fergal (Finn) & Masami (Iyo)

Dominik (Dominik) & Gionna (Liv)

Luis (Damian) & Elizabeth (Beth)

Bianca (Bianca) & Carlisle (Luigi)

Joseph (Erick) & Victoria (Lilou)

Rebecca (Becky) & Ulysses (Ron)

Natalya (Natalya) & Jeremy (Elijah)

Maryse (Maryse) & Richard (Jules/m)

Cheree (Dakota) & James (Jackson)

Theresa (Zoey) & Leon (Brett)

Brianna (Cora) & Dexter (Mustafa)

Logan (Logan) & Donna (Stephanie)

Randall (Randy) & Conner (Brian)

Keith (Keith) & Lucas “Luke” (Mick)

Sydney (Maxxine) & Jessica (Gilda)

Brittany (Britt) & Carmen (Lola)

Milena (Rosa) & Taylor (Lilou)

Ashley (Shotzi) & Gisele (Rhonda)

Allyssa (Kayden) & Spencer (Gabriel)

Aoife (Lyra) & Dominic “Dom” (Roddy)

William (Christian) & Emilio (Kevin)

Trevor (Ricochet) & Rosalie (Anastasia)

Macey (Lacey) & Sebastian (Grayson)

Sarah (Valhalla) & Jasper (Riley/ m)

Elizabeth (Scarlett) & Luke (Vince)

Stephanie (Mia) & Enrique (Dash)

Ron (R-Truth) & Angela (Asahi)

Shayna (Shayna) & Kate (Mia)

Simone (Ava/Ava Raine) & Sammy (Itsuki)

Layla (Layla) & Dion (Gabriel)

Catherine (Cathy) & Titus (Aiden)

Michael (Shawn) & Mick (Nathan)

Kira (Taya) & Suki (Hawk)

Victoria (Raquel) & Velvet (Asahi)

Mark (The Undertaker) & Clarissa (Paige)

Taylor (Jacy) & Theodora (Lilou) 

Windham (Bray) & Austin (Tyler)

Priscilla (Gigi) & Elizabeth (Kanna)

Patricia (Trish) & Eric (Terry)

Eduardo (Eddie) & Renesmée (Riley/ f)

Jeffrey (Jeff) & Edward (Ted)

Kiera (Kiera) & D.J. (Mustafa)

Mercedes (Sasha) & Quil (Jackson)

Steffanie (Tegan) & June (Gayle)

Serena (Serena) & Embry (Luigi)

Ettore (Big E) & Ashley (Emma)

Adam (Edge) & Royal (Roddy)

Amy (Lita) & Charles (Lucas)

Samantha (Samantha) & Becca (Nastya)

Živilė (Aksana) & Jonathan (Logan)

Kristen (Kris) & Gisell (Becky)

Dwayne (The Rock) & Jasmyne (Olivia)

Daria (Sonya) & Lauren (Olga)

Brodie (Luke) & Rob (Rio)

Kevin (Kevin Nash) & Samuel (Wally)

Bryan (Daniel) & Flynn (Mickie)

Catherine (Lana) & Tara (Gilda)

Jake (Jake) & Vixen (Mario)

Amanda (Mandy) & Beth (Christy)

Joseph (Solo) & Eleazar (Chris)

Kenneth (Montez) & Sam (Mantaro)

Celeste (Kaitlyn) & Matthew “Matt) (Jimbo)

Sarona (Tamina) & Luna (Kanna)

JoJo (JoJo) & Arianne (Falcon)

Kacy (Katana) & Paul (Brett)

Nicola (Nikki Cross) & Bronson (Kaito)

Adam (Braun) & Garrett (Gabriel)

Phillip (CM) & Sean (Mickie)

Rena (Sable) & Roman (Grayson)

Anriel (Lash) & Colleen (Dahlia)

Allen (AJ Styles) & Leah (Lilou)

Renee (Renee) & Jason (Ron)

Angela (Zayda) & Tanya (Olivia)

Kia (Kharma) & Lee (Mick)

Kaori (Kairi) & Theo (Brett)

Todd (Ivar) & Riley (Jules/ m)

Danielle (Willow) & Jane (Riley/ f)

Stephen (Sheamus) & Tara (Ember)

Ashley (Dana) & Sue (Emma)

Jazmin (Mercedes) & Bridget (Alexa)

Melina (Melina) & Han (Mustafa)

Franklin (Bobby) & Bree (Lola)

Faith (Nikkita) & Archie (Haruto)

Ronda (Ronda) & Makenna (Kanna)

Pamela (Bayley) & Samantha (Emma)

Gail (Gail) & Vyolette (Kanna)

Colby (Seth) & Leann (Donna)

Skye (Skye) & Alice (Katya)

Karen (Wendy) & Mariana (Nastya) 

Steve (‘Stone Cold’ Steve) & David (Alexander)

KiLynn (KiLynn) & Kirk (Logan)

Austin (Xavier) & Elle (Gilda)

Alexis (Alexa) & Jakob (Lucas)

Adrienne (Athena/Ember) & Esme (Riley/ f)

Matthew (Matt Hardy) & Earnest (Mario)

Stephanie (Nikki Bella) & Bella (Anastasia)

Thea (Zelina Vega) & Deckard “Deck” (Terry)

Glenn (Kane) & Priya (Olga)

Mary (Maria) & Mae (Anastasia)

Jillian (Jillian) & Aro (Shane)

Michelle (Michelle) & Nicole (Katya)

Lisa (Victoria) & McKayla (Nia) 

Mickie (Mickie) & Kate (Stephanie)

Lilián (Lilian) & Esmeralda (Candice)

Leva (Leva) & Clara (Itsuki)

Toni (Toni) & Nicholas (Jimbo)

Gary (Angelo) & Murray (Mario)

Shinsuke (Shinsuke) & Jennifer (Olivia)

Saraya (Paige) & Lauren (Ember)

Karlee (Maxine) & Ashely (Jules/ f)

Cody (Cody) & Jacob (Jack)

Shelly (Ariel) & Aaron “Hotch” (Louis)

Tom (Aleister) & Emily (Sasha)

Carla (Roxanne) & Alec (Ron)

April (AJ Lee) & Sam (Roddy)

Victoria (Alicia) & Marissa (Chyna)

Danielle (Summer) & Kendall (Jack)

Matthew (Matt Riddle) & Tarrence (Nathan)

Jessica (Billie) & Whitney (Beth)

Stacy (Stacy) & Allen (Alexander)

Joan (Chyna) & Sasha (Hawk)

Jonathan (Dean) & Ophelia (Amelia)

Natalie (Eva) & Tatum (Reo)

Jade (Jade) & Jennifer “JJ” (Riley/ f)

Joe (Roman) & Marcel (Roddy)

Oscar (Rey) & Xavier (Shane)

Kimberly (Piper) & Annelise (Mia)

Leah (Carmella) & Rebecca (Gilda)

Torrie (Torrie) & Irina (Emma) 

Tenille (Emma) & Noel (Nathan)

Dori (Ruby) & Rachel (Gayle)

Eve (Eve) & Ettore (Logan)

John (John Morrison) & Brian (Riley/ m)

Andrew (Drew) & Mary (Candice)

Rami (Sami) & Edythe (Chyna)

Katarina (Katie) & Lance (Luigi)

Cassie (Peyton) & Vera (Lilou)

Kofi (Kofi) & Vallie (Becky)

Laura (Allie) & Annissa (Sasha)

Chelsea (Chelsea) & Jess (Zoe)

Joshua (Jey) & Elyssa (Ruby)

Raymond (Erik) & Russ (Kid)

Ashley (Charlotte) & Leticia “Letty” (Lilou)

Deonna (Deonna) & Logan (Wally)

Kanako (Asuka) & Vince (Mario)

Barbara (Kelly Kelly) & Julyanna (Rhonda)

Lina (Nia) & Eleanor (Stephanie)

Brianna (Brie) & Jared (Ted)

John (John Cena) & Jack (Haruto)

Mike (The Miz) & Henry (Jackson)

Debrah (Alundra/Madusa) & Douglas (Ron)

Claudio (Cesaro) & Laurent (Vince)

Ariane (Cameron) & Stephen (Tyler)

Brandi (Eden) & Erica (Stacie)

Kevin (Kevin Owens/KO) & Derek (Luigi)

Jessika (Jessika) & Jesse (Logan)

Candice (Candice) & Anne (Olga)

John (Johnny Gargano) & Ben (Jimmy)

Debra (Debra) & Jessamine (Jules/ f)

Seth (Riley/ m) & Tyler (Aiden)

Rowena (Donna) & Victor (Kid)

Tej (Elijah) & Sullivan (Mustafa)

Penelope (Becky) & Emily (Stacie)

Evangeline (Olga) & Beth (Stephanie) 

Carine (Layla) & Emmett (Wayne)

Alex (Emma) & Jedidiah (Shane)

Gina (Anastasia) & Mia (Nastya) 

Presley (Louis) & Edward (Kaito)

Gabriel (Brett) & Cain (Alexa)

Ramsey (Katya) & Katie (Nia)

Rubie (Emma) & Eloise (Katya)

Mike (Louis) & Cherylyn (Becky)

That's the full ship list. Hope you guys enjoy it.

[cccovers]

Haunted #65 (December 1982) cover by Enrique Nieto, reprinted from Monster Hunters #10 (October 1977).

[rosemaidenvixen]

Witch Hunter

Chapter 8

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Claire kneeled on her mother’s grave, arms pressed against her stomach, uncapped hair blowing in the night breeze.

“Hello mother, I…I wish had had better news for you, but things…things are going to get bad,”

She shouldn’t be here, visiting her mother’s grave was risky enough. But now with all the town on the hunt for a witch…

Her eyes prickled with tears. Coming here was stupid and childish, but Claire’s burning desire to be close to her mother outweighed every ounce of common sense.

“I wish you were here,” she whispered “I wish papa had never taken them to Barbados. Then we wouldn’t have been waylaid by your condition and papa wouldn’t be forced to leave us behind in this god-forsaken town and it’s holier than thou residents–”

But then I would never have met Jim… 

“I’m sorry I keep coming to you with nothing but my troubles,” she mumbled “Something good, Enrique nearly said his first word today. He said ‘nah’ but I think he was trying for ‘no’, soon enough he’ll be speaking in full sentences…”

Her throat tightened “I tell him stories about you all the time, he’s going to grow up knowing his mama. When papa comes back he’ll be so happy he has a son, so happy that he won’t be too upset that you’re…”

A tear fell and stained the dirt “I’m mad,” she said quietly “I’m so mad at you for leaving and I’m mad that I wasn’t able to help you,”

Claire knew she wasn’t being fair, she was hardly being rational, but it was as though a dam inside her had burst. She wanted her mother so much it hurt. Thinking of the stern, iron willed woman that had frustrated her so much through her childhood now filled her with pining.

“I want you here so bad,” she squeezed her eyes shut, words nearly a whine “I wish you were here so you could tell Hopkins to go jump in the sea, or maybe he would have you for a witch the same as the rest of–”

“Claire?”

She whipped around, spotting Jim cautiously stepping into the graveyard.

“Do you need some time alone?” he took a hesitant step back “We can meet later–”

“No.” Claire roughly scrubbed away her tears with the back of her hand, forcing herself to her feet. Now wasn’t the time for crying. Mama might be gone but if she were here she would tell Claire that she needed to hold her head high and take action instead of weeping.

“The Reverend hasn’t said anything about your mother,” Claire said, pleased at how steady her voice came out “I overheard him, Hopkins, and several other men talking. Right now they’re thinking the witch might be someone outside the town, a vagrant or a hermit in the woods,”

Jim visibly sagged in relief before he managed a slow nod “That’s…that’s really good to hear, do you think we can keep them from suspecting her until your father arrives?”

“If we can’t we’ll throw them off somehow, create false evidence or fake an incident,”

Alarm flashed across Jim’s face “Claire that sounds really d–”

“Dangerous? No more so than being accused,”

She stepped up to him. Jim had a few inches on her in height but somehow he was the one looking up to her.

Claire cleared her throat, willing her voice to be firm and authoritative, bringing to mind her mother’s tone when making commands of servants “We have to be willing to take risks, because if your mother is accused we stand to lose absolutely everything,”

“You– you’re right,” Jim stammered out “I’ll keep an ear out for what people are whispering, and if things get bad we’ll start planning on how we can divert attention,”

Claire gave a curt nod “Good,”

“There is…one more thing,” Jim shifted from foot to foot “Goody Hughes any day now,” he said softly “How the birth goes could determine whether my mother is accused as a witch or not,”

Untoward boldness surging through her, Claire stepped forward and put her hands on Jim’s shoulders, gripping him firmly.

“I’ll make sure I’m present, and that no one has any reason to suspect your mother of wrongdoing,”

Shock awakened Jim’s gaunt features “What? Claire no, I can’t ask you to do that, not after–”

“You didn't ask,,” she snapped back “I’ve already made up my mind so I don’t want to hear a word from you. I may like you Jim, but you do not get to tell me what I can and can’t do,”

Jim shut his jaw with a click, staring back at her wide eyed. The silence stretching out between them longer and longer.

“Well? Nothing to say?”

“I– no– it’s not that, it’s…” Jim stammered “I mean I didn’t know her for very long, but you sounded just like your mother,”

Claire’s heart swelled, arms dropping to her sides in an instant. The tears she’d been fighting back all night trickling out.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, sorry I I didn’t mean to upse–”

“You did–” she sobbed “Don’t– you didn't– these– these are happy…” a loud sob cut off the rest of her words.

“Oh….well in that case I rescind my apology,”

A laugh managed to choke its way out past her tears, lightly shoving Jim away “By god you’re awful…”

Jim flashed a cheeky grin “That I am,”

Another laugh, laughter and tears spilling out of her in equal measure now. Vision finally clearing enough to see the soft smile on Jim’s face.

“Do…do you have to go back now? I know it’s harder to get away and–”

“No.” she said flatly, pulling in several deep sniffles to clear her voice “I’ve had more than I can stand of the Greystones, now I need to talk to someone else about anything else,”

“Well…I’m someone else,” Jim flashed her a grin.

“That you are,” she sat down on the hard packed dirt of her mother’s grave, and patted the ground beside her “If you can manage decent conversation I may just tolerate your company,”

“How about…” Jim plunked down on the ground beside her “We talk about Spain?”

She giggled “Gladly,”

“You said you don’t get winter there, right?”

“Not quite,” she folded her legs beneath her “It does get cooler each year but not extremely so, and it rarely ever snows,”

“Amazing…if it rarely gets cold can you grown things year round?”

“No, even with mild winters every fruit has its season. But what does grow…” she turned towards him, a wide grin splitting her face “Apples and lemons, melons and pears, figs and pomegranates. More delicious fruits than you could ever comprehend,”

Jim’s eyes were positively sparkling “Truly?”

“Yes, and–”

And when we wed

Claire caught the careless words before they could escape, clearing her throat in the hope that Jim wouldn’t notice “And when I wed the dashing young man papa’s surely picked out for me, I’ll take you and your mother into our household and make sure you have more fruit than you could ever desire,”

Jim smiled bashfully at her, face flushed bright red all the way to his ears “Th…thank you for that, though I still don’t understand how you can be so calm about the thought of marrying someone you’ve never met,”

She gave him a light punch on the shoulder “Don’t underestimate my papa, he’ll never settle than anything less but the finest young man for his daughter,”

“Of course of course,” Jim turned and bowed his head in the direction of the gravemarker “Forgive me for doubting your husband’s character Mistress Nuñez,”

They both laughed at that, Claire using the respite to shove wicked, unruly thoughts away.

When she returned to Spain there was no doubt she’d marry shortly. Her papa had already been considering potential matches before they left. And once she’d told him of the kindness and generosity Jim and his mother had shown them he’d happily allow Claire to take them on as servants in her household. 

Jim was skilled and charming, he could rise high in the hierarchy, he could become a head chef, maybe even a butler. He would have status, security, a means to ensure his mother lived to comfort in her old age and never had to peddle another charm again. 

He’d been a bright spot in the darkest part of her life, and she would do everything in her power to repay that kindness.

Not chase after foolish fantasies that would never come to pass.

[byneddiedingo]

Enrique Irazoqui in The Gospel According to St. Matthew (Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1964)

Cast: Enrique Irazoqui, Margherita Caruso, Susanna Pasolini, Marcello Morante, Mario Socrate, Settimio Di Porto, Alfonso Gatto, Luigi Barbini, Giacomo Morante, Giorgio Agamben, Guido Cerritane, Ferrucio Nuzzo, Otello Sestili, Alessandro Tasca. Screenplay: Pier Paolo Pasolini. Cinematography: Tonino Delli Colli.  Production design: Luigi Scaccianoce. Film editing: Nino Baragli. Music: Luis Bacalov. 

Sandwiched between two epic Hollywood versions of the life of Jesus released in the 1960s -- King of Kings (Nicholas Ray, 1961) and The Greatest Story Ever Told (George Stevens, 1965) -- Pasolini's version looks like the most successful today. It is raw and unfiltered through Technicolor and wide-screen processes, unencumbered with movie stars. Its Jesus is not blue-eyed like Jeffrey Hunter or Max von Sydow, but a darkly handsome Spanish economics student named Enrique Irazoqui, who had never acted before. (His voice is dubbed by Enrico Maria Salerno, a professional actor who also dubbed Clint Eastwood's voice in the Italian releases of Sergio Leone's Westerns.) The film takes no liberties with the story as presented in the New Testament Gospel of St. Matthew, following it virtually to the letter. The dialogue in Pasolini's screenplay relies for the most part only on the words actually spoken in the gospel. In fact, those unfamiliar with the narrative presented there may sometimes find the film's story hard to follow. No elaborate sets were constructed: Pasolini filmed on locations in Calabria and Sicily and other parts of southern Italy, enlisting the locals as cast members and extras. Like Carl Theodor Dreyer's The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928), it is a film of faces, and seldom handsome ones -- with the exception of the delicately beautiful Margherita Caruso, who plays the young Mary. (The older Mary is played by Pasolini's mother, Susanna.) Irazoqui, with his unibrow, looks strikingly like a figure out of a Byzantine mosaic or a Russian icon. The cumulative effect of the film is plausibly much closer to the actual events than the more conventional dramatizations of them like the Hollywood epics. Pasolini was, of course, an unbeliever, a gay Marxist, and the film is more intellectual than spiritual. The Jesus of the film preaches love, but he can also be harsh and enigmatic, proclaiming that he comes to bring not peace but a sword and, in one of the oddest moments in the gospel, smiting a fig tree for some unspecified offense. There are moments when, by following the biblical narrative so closely, the film falls apart, as in the interpolation of the story of Salome (Paola Tedesco) and John the Baptist (Mario Socrate), and it's clear that, as he later admitted, Pasolini's heart is not in the depiction of such miracles as the loaves and fishes and Jesus's walking on water. The choice of music to accompany scenes is curiously eclectic, ranging from the obvious, Bach and Mozart, to the derivative, a bit of Prokofiev's Alexander Nevsky score, to the startling, African-American spirituals. But even when Pasolini's film goes awry, it remains a fascinatingly personal response to the source material.