#except I’m not actually failing cause I’ve guessed all this before hand tho more so accidentally

[heroictoonz]

We have like 37 episodes left and I’m going through it

[common-blackbird]

Started!

This is my Inquisitor (so overjoyed you can be a qunari), her name is the default Herah and I decided I’m going to approach this game by staying true to a character and not looking to do everything and be on everyone’s good side u_u

I want to make a good background for her so i’m not telling anything. Yet. I’ll just say she’s a qunari mercenary and prefers using two-handed weapons.

Highlights from today:

Studying history does pay off! This was a reference to the famous book in environmental history - Guns, Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond. So proud i recognised it x)

Also i don’t have a good shot of solas but he cracks me up so much.. The guy has a posture of the typical retired grandpa (the only thing missing is to have him walk with his hands on his back). And there’s a scene where the party sees the rift and there’s the inquisitor facing it, cassandra bracing herself and solas... just standing like an old man

On a side note, Cassandra is so gorgeous and good and i already love her, i just keep taking shots of her TAT

As for varric, it’s so different than from da2, this is so much more “official” and you can see he’s the same as ever, but you’re not hawke, hawke’s not here, the gang’s not here and there’s nothing casual about the whole situation T-T

And lastly, my inquisitor has a horse now, i didn’t know that was possible in the game ;__;

played some more...

Let  me start with.... The advisors! (+ cassandra... or is she also an advisor too?)

What a bunch. I love Cassandra’s and Leliana’s faith having a crisis bc they believe that Inquisitor is the Herald of Andraste and the way they deal with it. It’s really interesting. Leliana is completely opposite than what she was in origins and i’m surprised it doesn’t bother me at all! I love seeing this whole darker side that was only hinted at in origins, though it’s also sad when i think how she used to be. I wonder how she’s gonna overcome her doubting of faith. 

Josephine is a delight. I keep using her for almost every war table mission for now. She radiates capability. She reminds me of those bureaucrats that are super nice and helpful and chill and even if you’re doing everything wrong she’ll just smile and say “it’s ok, we can fix it” and then goes and fixes everything herself (and you feel this insane amount of gratitude you send a whole separate email to thank her for her patience and help )

As for Cullen... It’s interesting... I got impression from what i saw in the fandom that he’s supposed to have had his allegiance changed and him rejecting the templars should have been him ultimately siding with the mages (or at least being anti-templar(?)), and that turning point that could have been a great way to show his character development during the game. Which i agree, only... i did not get that impression from the game so far at all. I mean, so far everything that i can remember him saying is totally smth he’d say in da2... He didn’t leave kirkwall bc of his disappointment with the templar order, he doesn’t seem to have any issues with the templars except those who go full war mode instead of trying to balance the situation. And it’s a really chaotic situtation, i love how they did it.

This line was amazing, i wish there was a special cutscene for that.

I’m loving the way they made this huge religious organisation in crisis have a complete collapse with the death of a key figure. I love the concept of inquisition and problems that it poses. I love you can see everyone’s reasoning and doubts reflect their background, but also see why inquisition can be understood as another power-grasping organisation trying to topple the templars, the mages and the chantry. Everything is divided. We got templars leaving the chantry, seekers leaving the chantry(?), rebel mages, loyal mages, rebel mages gone rouge, templars gone rouge, and suddenly there’s another organisation forming that you can totally believe is just another powerhungry force trying to get the piece of the cake by taking advantage of the power vacuum left by the sudden lack of the religious authority. (and only we know we’re The Good Guys). I love that we have characters who need to believe in the greater plan, characters who question the greater plan, and characters who want to utilise the power of belief and characters who don’t care for divine plans. The chaos is real and it feels real. I love that the centre figure of the whole holy business is a heretic of another culture. For the chantry this is the lose-lose situation (unless the inquisitor becomes religious by the end of the game). Which is why this line works so well. 

Ok, now shorter updates:

Red Jenny! I know it’s not her actual name but it is in my head. Where’s that box i delivered ages ago >_> Anyways, she makes my brain work on 150% capacity. I can understand what she means only after i go over it for 5 times.

Forgive me but oh my god, i can’t believe that i can recognise one voice actor and now i have another mental image whenever he speaks. Like, he’s really good at bringing out a new character, but when he gets more casual he sounds like kanan jarrus from star wars rebels and i’m just “what are you doing here, space dad” ;__; Hopefully it’ll get old and i’ll be enjoying more iron bull. he seems nice...

Vivienne on the other hand is like a reverse Josephine(?) She seems insanely capable but hates customer service, however somehow she likes you very much and will do everything you need for reasons you can’t fathom. Have a screenshot. So classy. I already feel humbled.

and lastly, BREAKING NEWS: aveline finally hired carver ;__;

Tbh Kirkwall is still a mystery and i have so many questions but i don’t think i’ll get any answers... If a powervacuum of the divine cause this much chaos, how’s kirkwall faring without a new viscount? Like, yeah, aveline can keep in check, but umm it’s in a very vulnerable state which makes it a good target for any invasion... didn’t sebastian promise bloodshed?

That’s all for now, bc otherwise i’ll start writing an essay on cassandra.

We befriended a bear in the hinterlands!

lets start with this cool shot

so, i have been to the mages and to the templars and... i sided with the templars.... First i was all for mages since they offered negotiations while the seeker just walked away, but then it turned out that was a trap, there’s also tevinter mages there (which is a red flag for my inquisitor) and then there’s some time magic involved (which is a big no for me), and i just walked out. Felt bad for the mages but my inquisitor comes from a culture where mages have their tongues cut so...

Also this guy deserves a medal for putting up with corrupted superiors and annoying nobles.

And i met cole ;__; Where are Rhys and Evangeline ;___;

the templar mission was ok i guess... I was surprised that red lyrium was apparently circulating around for some time, not sure if that means since meredith or even before. I love the stories of corruption tho and to imagine what it’s like to be trapped in this organisation that just keeps breaking everything it stands for

As for the important mages, i’ve Dorian twice since i bailed out on him in Redcliffe :I I love the guy, he seems arrogant yet so kind (like, no one would have carried that annoying priest and yet he did, after he ran from his own people to warn us after i ditched him in Redcliffe? man ;A;) Every time i go with “ok the inquisitor fears tevinter and distrusts this rando who just popped in” i am marinating in guilt.

and then we fight some mages and die several times but we succeed and we meet the bad guy...

Is it an unpopular opinion to say that i like him as a villain so far? i saw so many jokes on his incompetency. Idk, i like that part where he said that he reached the fade in someone’s name, it makes me think he’s not just power-hungry person(?) who’s just evil,but was originally serving someone, and he said that the gods were either gone or corrupted and he spent hundreds of years thinking what to do with whatever happened so he seems like he knows what he’s doing and maybe(!just maybe) he is trying to fix things that are wrong but we can’t see that? And of course he hates the inquisitor, he has to redo his stuff all over again, i’d hate the inquisitor too. im probably looking too much into it. My wish is that, if he’s evil, he became so gradually, but originally had good intentions? Or there’s more to things going on that we just don’t know and he does... Maybe this was his tragic attempt to fix things but he would ultimately fail and be branded as a villain etc etc. I’m getting carried away

If it turns out he’s just evil for the sake of being evil then feel free to tell me so now so i don’t embarrass myself further with plotting myself lol.

A side note, is he the Architect? Or the same? In DA2 he says he’s a tevinter magister, right? and he ceased to be a human. Also in DA2 it seemed like he was the boss, and here he said he reached in the name of someone (probably more important than him). But what is the Architect then?

And with that we reach the skyhold.

in skyhold

I didn’t know you meet hawke so soon ;__; i thought that was like, somewere more to the end of the game, since the big decision and all. But the mission is already opened and i am going to procrastinate on it until i finish every side mission :<

Also he is so sad ;__; i understand, but at the same time... all that humour now bitter sarcasm :’(

(also, very shallow remark, but i really really prefer his looks in da2 than here... it’s like they softened him. He’s more...oh god idk bearish(???) than hawkish(????) you know what i mean? the nose isn’t as sharp anymore, the beard is... what is it with the beard... anyways i get the game has its limits so it’s fine. it’s fine! fine.)

then there was the fight that i remember since twitter >:D

It’s what made me want to play dragon age and i finally reached it T-T so good! I love how you can see the both sides and everything they say is true but they’re so angry at themselves they’re taking it out on each other TAT

Cassandra later says Hawke probably wouldn’t have joined the inquisition even if she found him, and i wonder now if that’s true... At first i thought, nah, Hawke has too much of a hero complex, he would feel too responsible to just say no. Besides, he’s with the inquisition now (tho i can’t find him anywhere anymore!). But at the same time, the way da2 ends was such an iconic walking away from everything, and not taking into account the hocus-pocus rift stuff, i can imagine him refusing, especially seeing how bitter he is now. It’s also a question of how much would have cassandra told him i guess. idk, what do you think? Would he lead or nah?

another person i want to find but can’t in skyhold are the templars with ser barris. i can use them on war table missions but otherwise they’re non-existant? i forgot to talk to him back in haven but now i wonder if it was even possible and if he was even available there, since he isn’t here. I spent hours just running around skyhold looking for the guy :(

and then everything becomes unimportant bc aaaaa!! she! is the arcanist! Dagna! im so happy and proud(?) she went and reached her goals x)

anyways that’s all for now, laters

some random updates:

so i did the halamshiral and gave up to my “stick to the character” mode, and nothing went my way, but that’s life. Met morrigan! i almost forgot she appears lol. And, despite also jumping on the wagon of give-morrigan-better-clothes train, i have to admit seeing her in her old clothes was a relief after that dress at the ball. It’s not the way the dressed looked, but the way she moved in it... god im shallow

i also initially didn’t like morrigan being at orlais court of all places, but after the conversation that’s supposed to explain why she’s there i’m kinda ok with it. I mean, i still need some more info. Wouldn’t Tevinter be better? she’d practically become a magister overnight if she got this good in the game so fast. It’s also unconvincing how everyone knows everything in orlais but somehow nobody connected that the random kid that has no bakcground whatsoever with morrigan who keeps checking on him? But at skyhold she’s just “hey i have a kid, he’s no trouble, right?”  but hey, it’s morrigan. She can do anything. I’ll just have another story idea in my head.

Then there was news of the new divine that could be either cassandra or leliana and i don’t honestly know whom to choose. I’d prefer leliana over cassandra simply bc cassandra is more of a military mind, while the position of the divine would be more political. But lately every mission with leliana was spy spy, kill kill... Do we really want that for a religious leader? On the other hand, it would nicely round up her story from origins to inquisition... But cassandra is more of a public figure than leliana is...

when cassandra said:

“I want to respect the tradition, but not fear change. I want to right the past wrongs, but not avenge them. And I have no idea if wanting any of them makes them right.”

great moment. She’s usually so convinced and rash, i forget she’s more doubtful and open minded than what she looks like. Everything about cassandra is different from the impression she gives ;__; I love her so so so so much. (when she says she considers the inquisitor her friend i melted, next time varric pulls up the “seeker has no friends” joke, my heart will no longer be breaking).

I did a bunch of personal missions. Some were cool, some were ????. Also there were war table missions with zevran, that was cool. Also i love the codex entries in skyhold. The archery competition with varric banned? Dancing lessons failing bc lace harding is on the move all the time? Perfect.

And i met chargers, i like them, and aaah that staff-bow from the trailer is such a cool idea ;A;

What i don’t get with bull’s chargers is - they’re a mercenary group right? But isn’t swordselling seen as the complete misunderstanding of the qun? I get only bull is qunari, but he’s the leader of them? How is that not frowned upon?

And lastly, i don’t think i’ve said this, but i love that they added codex entries in the loading screens. love it.

update

After months of procrastination, i have faced my fears and have met alistair. it was very anticlimatic beating 11 level monsters when i was level 21...

but.. ALISTAIR TAT He’s changed... but not changed... but changed! Like, his personality is the same, but he’s more serious, doesn’t run from responsibilities, isn’t as bitter as hawke (also, why do i get impression that i am supposed to get the impression that they’re friends? they’ve met like, once, and talked for less than a minute.. whatevs. let’s pretend they’ve met again when on the run), i really love the inquisition alistair ;;__;;

Also, i managed to get that awkward demon baby family reunion :D

 know that morrigan says the vaguest generic thing “i told him his father was a good man” bc of various world states, but i also think she’s come a long way not to mock alistair, and then when he notices that she didn’t use the opportunity he mentions that the kid changed her and she’s like “pfft, yea right, you wish”....

... when she was the one who said that in the first place ;;__;;

Awwww :> I love that they bicker but softly. Kids have grown up :’) Anyways, when will alistair start paying alimony

The only weird one is Leliana bc when morrigan was introduced she was like “danger danger” (smth i’d sooner think alistair would do), and when alistair is (supposedly) in skyhold, Leli doesn’t even mention him, only hawke.  bruh, what were they to you, you almost died together ;;__;;

oh i also slayed a dragon.  I didn’t even want to fight that dragon. It was a hillarious feat of inquisitor, solas, cole and blackwall, all on level 21, having to chug all the health potions right at the beginning while fighting a dragon that was... level 13, after which i just let go of controls and suddenly everyone was hella good at fighting and slayed it (only cole needed revival several times).  

And, befitting the wild-dream feel that it had, when i got back to skyhold and visited companions, suddenly i was drinking pelin with iron bull, and he’s reminiscing on that fight with the dragon and i’m like

it was awful and you weren’t even there.

i forgot to update

but last time i was playing i finished the hawke/alistair sacrifice and all the torture i went through with deciding whom to sacrifice vanished bc frankly, at one moment, i wanted to sacrifice both of them, but in the end it was much more easier to sacrifice hawke bc inquisition hawke just didn’t feel like hawke to me, while alistair improved since the origins!

and now i remembered why i didn’t update, in the same day cassandra rejected me so i was sad and didn’t continue playing since then (i think last time i played it was around easter?)

new update

BLACKWALL!! or should i say Thom Rainier? Wow, what an arc! It was also so fun bc i was all strict mode, picking the third option, telling him his life is in inquisitor’s hands and all that, but in the end i set him free. He’s so good, a true knight T-T

Also i romanced sera. we’ll see how that goes.

Also, fave point in the game so far, i wanted, for so long, to sit at that val roeayoux (can’t spell) cafe and finally did it with cole’s personal mission. THANK YOU COLE YOU TRULY CAN READ PEOPLE’S MINDS.

another interesting thing was that after specialising as a reaver, cassandra said that drinking dragon blood makes you grow scales and become mad. Iron Bull said that inquisitor smells better bc dragon blood and that qunari generally smell better than humans. So i’m guessing qunari have fractions of dragon in them? ok...

and now i started that mission with morrigan and the puzzles are killing me lol, i am this 👌 close to just go chase calpernia and give up on a well of sorrows.

[angstymdzsthoughts]

Hi! Since I've been reading all your posts lately, I stumbled with a bunch of JYL killing WWX and it got me thinking... What if JYL was cursed to do so? What if JGY has been playing to her one of his dark songs (because of course he memorized all of them even if he just destroyed the one he was gonna use with NMJ), to "help her" with her baby popping recovery but it's just a suggestive song that makes the listener do what the musician is playing them to do.

So her "mission" was to kill wwx when she was close enough to him (just as a precaution because Jin Zixun was an idiot and very well could fail on his mission) since JGY thought that, if someone was able to be close enough to him to do so, that must be JYL (and maybe JC but he was more difficult to approach than his sister-in-law)

So maybe she goes to him, grieving, in the middle of the siege maybe, carrying his sword in a way to make him understand that he should go back to "the right path" or maybe just grabbing one random knife over there, but she's just trying to save her baby brother, to make him come back to her, to JC, except that as soon as she's close enough to him, this urge to just STAB HIM IN THE HEART overwhelms her and, without even knowing why nor being able to stop/control herself, she does as much.

And so WWX dies in front of her, betrayed expression the last emotion his face shows, and JYL is left there, hands still making sure the knife stays deep in WWX's chest, making sure he's truly, completely DEAD, until JC manages to get her apart from their brother's body and she slowly recovers sanity. And the weight of what she just did almost crush her.

All the cultivation world of course celebrate, congratulate her, admire her! The one who managed to kill the Yiling Patriarch!! But JC just can't see her in the eye anymore, can't trust her anymore, can't forgive what she did.

He believes he knows why she did it (WWX was the cause JZX was dead after all) so he didn't ask her. He didn't let her explain herself. They never spoke about that day again, actually. If he had asked tho, she could have only said "I don't know" because she truly doesn't know why she did what she did.

So one ficlet made from this (I think it was mondengel's?) talks about JC fidgeting when he captures WWX in MXY's body and how he got in front of her when she approached his brother and took her with him when he had to leave the room before JL helps WWX escape. She just wanted to apologize. She just wanted to hug her baby brother and ask for forgiveness. She just wanted to cry and cry and rejoice in the fact that he was back! But JC didn't give her enough time for her to get a hold of her feelings to start expressing any of that and then WWX was gone again.

Then more prompts talk about how LWJ keep the Jiang Siblings and WWX apart because he doesn't trust JYL (burning JYL's letters and stuff, leaving WWX thinking his sister still hates him and JYL thinking his brother does so as well) until one day, probably via JL/LJY, they plan a reunion; since JL has seen his mother crying and regretting her actions and just wanted to /talk/ with her brother, and LJY, bless his soul, probably just wants to see LSZ/WWX smile again and he knows the Jiang Siblings Issue TM is pretty much the cause they are so down lately.

SO! THEY MEET! Except LWJ and JC are there because I want them to be there but they could very much not be (in such case maybe WWX discovers LWJ lied to him about the letters and they have the biggest fight ever and WWX just runs away to her sister's side).

So WWX goes to his sister, knowing now that she just wants to talk and that she doesn't hate him at all (or so the letter says) and so when JYL sees his little brother she starts crying because she thought she would NEVER be able to be with him again and WWX goes to her immediately because his sister crying because of him is a huge NOPE!

And so he gets close enough to her to hug her. Close enough for her to kill him. So she grabs the closer weapon she has (probably Sandu if JC is near, most likely JL's if LWJ/JC are not) and STRIKES! because she's cursed. Because the song still has an effect on her. Because it will forever be.

And this time WWX doesn't look shocked or betrayed. He just smiles. Because he knew. Deep down, he knew that his sister hated him and couldn't stand the thought of him being alive while her husband was dead. Who could live with the knowledge that their loved one's killer is still around there being happy and safe when they can't enjoy their own happiness anymore? His last words are probably something like "I'm sorry"

If LWJ is there, he would probably try to kill JYL not gonna lie. I mean, he indeed /knew/ this could happen. He should have insisted more, tried more, being more firm on them not meeting again, ever! If he's not there, the same happens lol (But if he was there he would probably had been able to stop her so now I'm reconsidering and saying he ain't there)

If no one but JL is there, can you imagine how he would feel? That he was pretty much the cause his uncle (who he has learn to love now, even if he wouldn't admit it) was killed once more. That his mother just manipulate him into thinking she just wanted his brother back just to set him straight into a deadly trap?

Can you imagine how JYL would feel when she recovers sanity again and sees what she did, AGAIN?! My bets are she can't handle the guilt and try to kill herself. She doesn't understand a thing, why she did what she did again, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't erase her actions. What is done is done and she just killed her brother! AGAIN!!!!

So yeah, rest in peace WWX, JYL, I guess. What else can be done besides that anyway?

[apffee]

My Thoughts Rewatching TGWDLM and Black Friday:

*btw the section for tgwdlm is much shorter than the one for black friday because it’s less new so more people have already said almost all there is to say about it i guess*

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals: - in the first scene the same phone rings about 32/33 times wow (i counted) - when charlotte is talking about sam singing in the shower, let it out plays real quiet and it's cool - i’ve always wondered what emma was gonna say before join us and die, and to me it seemed like she was gonna talk about paul’s crush on her and maybe reject him (she was acting remorseful, like she was sorry for being about to hurt his feelings maybe), idk if anyone tweeted nick lang about this yet but i wanna know - emma seems to jinx herself every time she says "we made it" or along those lines, like in the helicopter she says "we got outta there!" and before inevitable she says "paul! we made it!" - fuck nora :)

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Black Friday: - the sniggles deserve betterrrr also lauren sniggle <3 - mnfnmggghfht them <3 paulkinsss <3 - silent night playing while we enjoy paulkins - "oH SHIT A BABY" - emma has beanies shopping bags so she either still works there and brought snacks or she just went there with paul idk - paul like "it's christmas time in hatchetfield isn't that fun" and im having flashbacks - i love paul's awkwardness but emma, he's your boyfriend ok (ok? ok. ok.) - emma copying bae like - how does lauren turn into an entirely different person with emma and linda ik it's acting but I CAN'T ENVISION THEM TOGETHER AS THE SAME PERSON - if i think about videos and streams of lauren, it seems like emma's personality is kinda similar to lauren's own personality huh - i think this part with emma and paul is so funny not just cause them and their wonderful delivery but also cause the paulkins content is more condensed in smaller amounts of time since they aren't the protagonists anymore, so it's more funny at once, while tgwdlm is probably more funny in total but it's more spread out - i love emma’s adorable laugh snort thing when tom tells her about the surprise it's so lovable <3 - tom just getting in emma's face when he says "he was sledding. WITH HIS MOTHER" ;-; - they just sneak off while tom sings like - what if emma has a different hairstyle in each musical? anyway lauren is so pretty no matter what her hairstyle is but her hair looks even more amazing down in general, i should probably stop now or i'll keep rambling on about lauren - but like lauren and jon are so cool i'm just more attracted to lauren in general but they're probably my two favourite starkid and YES I AM BIASED, SO WHAT? - tom teleports to the parking lot of the mall during what tim wants - tom: what tim want? tim: JUST ASK ME WHAT I WANT - why does linda look over when sherman says "omg its becky barnes" like u just spoke to her and hate her guts lmao why do u care -adore me plays when linda belittles becky bout stanley -webby: hey hannah do the thing ethan's doing with his hands hannah: *does it and gets scolded* webby: *wHeEEeEzeee* - paul in wdywp "i want what everyone wants, money, a partner, kids someday, maybe.." and linda talking to wiley "i want what everyone wants, to be loved" - linda is holding one of her boots, why did one come off? the camera doesn't show below her waist while she's talking to wiley so idk - lauren lopez as jingle the elf doing a bugette voice is attractive as hell - tom: "i'd do anything for him" me: awwww thats sweet! tom: "even if it means pounding the guts outta some little twerp!" me: :/ - what would happen if tom managed to give the doll to tim? tom: take this doll son. tim: i don't want that lmao? tom: W-WHAT? tim: i want u but ur distant and sad now :c tom: :'o - sHE'S hEaVY! D: - do ya think it's a coincidence that wiley AND xander call the president the nickname howie? maybe xanders dead and this is a fake idk lol - the sniggles are still cute in made in america (especially lauren sniggle) and lauren looks so good with her hair like that actually her hair always looks good why DOES HER HAIR ALWAYS LOOK SO GOOD AND HER NOSE AND (this is just a rant about lauren now whoops) - at 1:42:55 when wiggly is talking to john the "look what happens nightmare time" riff (i think its a riff) plays hmmmmm; also someone else mentioned how the light in not your seed is green, so i think grace chasity (yeah apparently it’s chasity) is the connecting thread in all these things and since she is likely the protag in npmd its probably important. oh also maybe grace and jane are connected somehow? idk just trying to think of stuff that could be in npmd - when wiggly gasps after his hiccup laugh thing it's so uncomfortable and creepy i love it good job jon! - you have pOonies?? - i threw em in the FUCKING TRASH! - you killed the pOoNIES! -"she can go on her own" NO LEX HANNAH NEEDS YOU ;o; -lex: reach? like this? *gun flies towards her and smacks her in the nose* ARGH! - lex: patiently waiting for tom to finish singing - i remember something about either the song a meteor hits or just the wiggly jingle scratch track or something being to the tune of if i fail you, so thats cool - jon is so damn feral as gary and it's wonderful i'm having so much fun - gerald's such a good dramatic device - she's drunk AGAIN? what would you know about becky being drunk linda? im imagining drunk becky and linda talking in a bar idk how else linda would know about that eh - behold the wonderful shriek of lauren lopez - i can sing the range of adore me and califorMIA since im an alto and yet lauren can do her high octaves as well as my own comfotable octave she's just destroying the song wiggle and my belief in what singing ability i have with her TALENT!!! - *obnoxious laugh* bECkY BaRNeS! - lets just appreciate jon and lauren sneaking off stage and doing a quick change into their paul and emma outfits in like 40 SECONDS WHAT also everyone else saying their lines slower so they had more time to quick change - "taaahm?" (i love lauren's midwestern accent) - emma and tom never got to talk about jane :'( but also her grateful little smile when he says it and ghfighdfisdfskh emma and paul <3 - why does emma always want to go to hidgens tho lmao like how trustworthy is he really? aw but i guess emma doesn't have anyone else in hatchetfield except paul and jane's family :'( - PAUL SMILING AT EMMA TO COMFORT HER AWWWWWW I LOVE THEM SO MUCH (2:14:02) like i don't mind about how well lauren and jon know each other because their acting is so good that it gets me so invested in paulkins <333333333333333 - i wanna see the paulkins hug D:< i can just see emma in her cute ass bobble beanie hat thing coming over and then the camera pans away WHY - i love that at the end everyone's just squinting at the sky in confusion and paul's just doing a bug-eye face of shock like O-O - ok at the end of tgwdlm it was sad and scary that emma was still in character and screaming for help but i'm just imagining as everyone bows in a line emma just screaming and staggering around again even though this is black friday and it would be really weird but my brain's also weird - tim died alone in the car :( - fuck nora

[shinglescat]

Low-key disappointed in the game.  Gameplay wise it’s good, story wise - okay. It’s vast but ultimately empty. 

The first game made by CDPR that I finished (and sorta-kinda enjoyed).  Deffo better than their previous game *cough* tw3 *cough* Wasn’t waiting it, wasn’t hyped for it either, just needed a brand new game to play. I’d say it’s 6/10. Will definitely be 8/10 once they fix bugs and do something about that shitty optimization. I mean, it’s playable in its current state, but every bug breaks the immersion.

A mess of thoughts:

Despite my initial neutral to negative opinion of this game, it grew on me after the prologue; it started to pick up and all that stuff. I loved the side quests, I loved the main quests, and my main issue with the game is the writing for V. It’s not bad, it’s just... it’s more for a game like Skyrim with a generic avatara-protagonist, but not for a game where personality and persona matters the most, story wise. It had a lot of potential to turn into a mindblowing mindfuck, but instead it’s just... disappointing. V’s character and personality never gets defined either by the game or by the player, and the background does very little to help the matter. Feels like I bought another BG3, but without the EARLY ACCESS badge. Actually hoping Larian would handle this whole head parasite problem better. This whole “you’re turning into Johnny”  thingy is just there to, I dunno, just to add some more shits and giggles to the story, I guess. I’ve been expecting V to start turning into the guy, or the guy starting to turn into V, buuuuuuuuuut with exception to the smoking - there’s nothing. Thought at first that Johnny had a better writing compared to V, but in the end - they’re at the same level of shitty. Both need a lot more definition than that. The endings are all the same, it was obvious that there’s nothing that could help V to stay in the land of the living - so went with Arasaka to close the circle for the corpo kid. It was all alright up until the point where mr. Reeves started scolding me for my choice, like lmao, what the heck game, you don’t know my V and why we went this route. Sorta-kinda redemption, stfu Silverhand. I dunno, man. I was hopeful before the “point of no return” for the DLC to come out, but now I’m just depressed a bit, ‘cause well - the protag grows on you either way.

The game tries hard to be several games at the same time. It’s trying to be GTA-like, it’s trying to be an immersive sim like Deus Ex, it’s trying to be an rpg, but it fails miserably at almost everything. The game would be better, imo, as a linear experience, not as in corridor one, but rather in character development - haven’t seen those games in ages. Yeah, keep your rpg mechanics for leveling up, skills and yada-yada, but leave the character linear without any player input to better tell the story of Silverhand’s and V’s. Also, the city is E M P T Y. It’s pretty and all, but that’s just a shell. 

Did I mention the AI? It’s the fucking worst. Imagine Karens from NFS: Heat and multiply that by 100 - that’s the traffic in CP2077. Also, if you ever thought NFSH’s police was brutal - try Night City’s, it literally forces you to obey the law, and god forbid if you ever get a lot of wanted stars - it’s insta death.

Optimization is sucky too, dunno how people play it on non-Turing cards. I played on ultra with RT turned on at psycho ’cause I wanted to see if the lighting is still a piss with it to the max (spoiler - lighting is indeed a piss), DLSS set to auto, and maaaaaaaaaaaan, from 20 fps up to 60 down to 20 again in a heart bit just because I was playing the game for too long. Possible memory leak?  Disabled DLSS for funsies - fps cut in half. Oy vey.   Also, this game turns the PC into a really nice space heater. -15C outside, windows open, +50C radiates from the case and warms the footsies. Nice.

Sex scenes are hilarious, by the way. My V banged Meredith, and oh boy did I laugh hard at that. 

Aight, now to some positive parts that I still remember:

I loved River’s quest line (and prerequisites for it), tho a bit short, and yes, I’m gonna complain about the dude being not available for the dudes because I did not know that and did not started as a dudette. The Hunt quest was... it was thrilling, disgusting but amazing at the same time. Not a masterpiece, but it you get the idea. Would’ve loved more jobs with him, like a buddy cop stuff, idk. Then there’s Panam, her quests are great too, not gonna go into the details.  Judy’s quests, a thriller too. The main quest isn’t so bad too except for the protag duo who would benefit from a better writing.

To be honest tho, overall it was... a really plain experience. The only time I had goosebumps and some semblance of water in my eyes is with Alt’s part, Johnny’s memories and that stuff. Annnnnnnnnnnnnd that’s that. 

Gameplay is fine, I had a lot of fun dicing enemies with katanas.

Looking forward to see what DLCs would bring. Hopefully a happy-happy ending, because fuck this world is depressing as is already.

Edit: wanted to add, there are not enough of proper side quests. A lot of generic gigs, but a handful of normal side quests. 

[mychemicalxmen]

Unfinished Business

hey so I find crt’s recent interactions with the tua fandom to be sus as hell and it got me thinking about the most plausible way I could see him comin back in s3 and the conclusion I came to is a way-shorter and way-simpler version of whatever the hell this is so uhhhh here

2.9k, klave/klave-adjacent

... ... ...

“Is this really a good idea?”

Allison’s words are gentle as she stands in the doorway of Klaus’s room. Well, not his room, per se, but the grey-walled, undecorated space that would’ve been his bedroom in a timeline gone by. The Sparrow Academy doesn’t seem to be a huge fan of homey-ness. They’d ever-so-kindly granted the Umbrellas two nights’ stay in these cold cells while they gathered their bearings and prepared to face the new world they’d fantastically screwed up.

Klaus smiles at her question. “That’s hardly stopped me before, right?”

Allison rolls her eyes and drops her hands onto her hips. “I’m worried about you, okay?”

“Don’t be,” Klaus answers with a swatting gesture. “It’s been easy-peasy since I’ve dropped the pills. Parlor tricks. Did this song and dance tons of times for Madame.”

“Also, we need to unpack your relationship to ‘Madame’ at your earliest convenience.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow mischievously. “What happens in Dallas...!”

Allison sighs. “Okay, well, if things start to get, y’know, mega-spooky panic-time, you’ll just yell, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“Hey.” Allison’s voice is suddenly calmer. Klaus’s gaze snaps up to meet hers. “You’re sure about this?”

Klaus lets himself breathe for a moment. Tension fights to seize his limbs. He’s really about to do it.

His first six months of sobriety were the absolute nightmare that he knew they would be. They were all the sleepless nights, trembling hands, emotional eruptions, and torturous visions that he’d predicted.

But at some point, his powers became less like a stubborn faucet, run by an on/off switch with not much in between. With time (and Ben’s encouragement), he’d come to better understand his link to the other side. He’d learned how to cut and re-engage the connection at will, how to find faces in the crowd, how to call one forth, and how to sleep peacefully.

Most nights.

“I’m sure,” he says solidly.

He checks himself over, tugging his brightly striped shirt into place, tucking in his dog tag, and running a hand through the hair he’d half-considered chopping off the second he made it home. When he looks back up at Allison, he‘s feeling a bit less brave. “Do I look alright?”

Allison nods with a little grin. “You look great.” God, he wishes they’d reconnected far before this Dallas fiasco. She just cares so much. “Good luck,” she says.

“Love you, sis.” He blows her a lazy kiss as she leaves and closes the door behind her.

He paces around the room, steeling himself for the process. Like he said, it’s no big deal. Easy peasy. Even with that hiccup with alcohol, he’s clean enough to pull it off. He shakes out the last of his nerves with a couple tiny hops before settling in the middle of the room.

He stands firmly, feet apart, and drops his head. He squeezes his fists and lets the energy start to crackle between his fingers.

With all the insanity of this timeline, he needs to know what happened in 1968. He needs to see Dave.

It’s tougher to contact someone not already in the room. He focuses everything he has, and the energy pulses faster and stronger. Come on, come on…

“Klaus?”

He looks up with a start.

There he is, standing four feet in front of him. Those torn-up fatigues. Those searching blue eyes. That curly mess of blonde hair he hasn’t seen for three years.

Dave.

Klaus can’t keep the dumb smile off of his face.

“Hey there, soldier,” he practically whispers.

“Hey yourself,” Dave says - happy, though clearly disoriented. “Guess you weren’t making up all that ‘future’ junk after all.”

Klaus’s affirmative laugh is airy. But when his eyes trail down to the cavity in Dave’s chest, his heart aches in regret.

His jaw aches too. What a week it’s been.

“I have... so much to ask you,” Dave goes on. “It’s been a long time.”

Klaus swallows. Here goes. The million dollar question.

“Uh… How long of a time, exactly?”

He unconsciously holds his breath.

Dave glances to the side. “...Right around when JFK was shot. Must’ve been ‘63?”

Klaus exhales and sits on the bed, face blank.

Dave is wincing at his own memories. “God, I was such a dumb kid, I’m so sorry that you—”

Klaus isn’t hearing him. He’s too caught up on that number. 63.

If the Umbrella Academy doesn’t exist, Klaus Hargreeves doesn’t grow up in the same home as Five Hargreeves. He doesn’t get kidnapped by assassins. He doesn’t get his hands on a briefcase. He doesn’t go to Vietnam.

If the Umbrella Academy doesn’t exist, neither does the Dave that fell in love with him.

His Dave is gone. Really gone. 

This Dave was the timid hardware store employee he’d tried to get through to, striving to save his life and instead locking in his fate a few days early. This Dave is still the same person as the other one was. Same upbringing, same interests, same compassion, same smile, same violent death. But...

“—a strange time for anyone. You know how it is.”

Klaus tunes back in to Dave apologizing for his cringey adolescence. “No, no, yeah, I get it, don’t worry about it.”

In the pause that follows, Klaus feels his throat tighten and hot tears threaten to drop down his face.

Within the same pause, Klaus realizes the obvious. Dave is a ghost.

Kiddos and grandmas, or anyone who’s achieved either nothing or everything that their life had to offer them, they get the window to move on right away. One-way ticket to the Great Beyond, or the next life, or whatever the hell it is. Ultimate FastPass, Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200. Klaus has learned that spirits don’t tend to stick around on earth unless they have unfinished business. Sometimes they don’t even know what they need to do to start fresh, and that’s always the worst. Those souls become the bitterest, the loudest, the most tortured. Those were the ones who gave him hell in the mausoleum, with question after question that he couldn’t even begin to answer.

Dave seems to have managed okay. Probably spends a lot of time watching over his friends, his sisters, his neighbor’s cat. Klaus wonders what he could possibly have left to do.

“Major case of unfinished business you got there, huh?” Klaus asks. “Been waiting around, what, fifty years?”

Dave squints. “Well, it’s hard to feel it. Time works a little funny over here.”

“Right, of course it does,” Klaus recalls stupidly. He sniffles and swipes a hand under his eye as nonchalantly as he can. “Ah. Any idea what the little brat is waiting for you to do?”

Dave gives a tentative chuckle. “Brat?”

“Oh, Big G, the almighty, you know,” Klaus clarifies. “The bitch on the bike. I met Her once or twice. We’re not too chummy.”

Dave shows startlement, then shakes his head, acknowledging that this information should hardly faze him at this point. “Um. Yeah. Don’t know what She wants yet. Though She’s actually a cowgirl for me.”

“Of course She is.” 

And that’s the idiotic comment that causes Klaus’s voice to crack.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dave asks. He hazards a few steps closer.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

“No... Nothing,” Klaus stammers. He briefly covers his face and lets out a groan. “Ughhh, it’s going to sound crazy.”

“Really think you can beat ‘Time-Traveling Cult Leader with Prophetic Dog Tags and Tidings of Death’?”

“It wasn’t a cult,” Klaus mumbles in futility. He drops his hands and gives it his best shot. “The first time I met you - first time I met Dave - was in a totally different timeline, in 1968. That’s how I knew all that stuff about you. And you died the same way, except I was there the first time. The other time. The same time?”

“You and ...’Other Dave’.... fought together,” Dave offers.

“Yes!” Klaus confirms, relieved that he’s making sense. “Yeah, exactly. Which is why I tried to stop him - you - from going.” He indicates Dave’s abdomen. “And, obviously, I failed. But because of some stuff my family screwed up along the way, you never fought with me, so I remember a lot more than you do, and it’s all just...” He gestures helplessly. “A real kick in the dick.”

Dave tilts his head in a mix of sympathy and confusion. “That... does sound pretty crap.”

Klaus doesn’t expect it when Dave sits next to him on his bed.

“You want to tell me what I missed?”

“Oh, no, no, no, Dave, you don’t want that. That’s a long story.”

Dave shrugs. “I’ve got some time to kill.”

Klaus manages a smile. Talking will keep him from crying.

He tries his best to tell everything chronologically, but almost every step of the beginning requires some Hargreeves Family Lore that he reluctantly recaps as efficiently as possible. Dave is an exceptional listener. Always has been. He lets Klaus ramble on and on and asks little questions now and again to get a clearer picture. Klaus appreciates Dave’s effort to form a coherent narrative out of the scattered snapshots that time has left him with.

Klaus stumbles with pronouns. He makes a point to refer to His Dave with “him” as opposed to “you”, but he can’t help but slip a few times in the middle. Dave seems to understand.

Klaus tells him about the day they met. He waters down the Time Police part of the tale and focuses on what came after. Dropping into the tent at dawn. The casual conversation on the bus. The strange instinct that he got to stick around for a few days.

He tells him about soldiering. He tells Dave how focused and respected he looked on the battlefield. But he also tells him how kind he was to new recruits.

He tells him about their first R&R together in Saigon. He tells him about the vibrant bar and the strangest music and the secluded back hallway.

He tells him about the nights in the jungle they’d stayed up and dreamed up plans for when they’d go home together. He tells him about the day those plans fell apart. When Klaus runs out of story to tell, he just stops. Dave looks at him thoughtfully. Klaus can only imagine what must be running through his head. He knows it’s not judgement, or embarrassment, or anger, or loathing. Dave is too sweet for any of that.

Dave is too good for the rotten fortune that found him, time and time again.

“I’m sorry,” Klaus says.

“For what?”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t save him,” Klaus answers. He fumbles again. “You. Him? Young Dave?”

“I’m getting a headache keeping track of it myself,” Dave admits.

“You,” Klaus settles on. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Dave looks into him for a breath. Then, he reaches out and touches his arm. Klaus wants to dissolve into dust.

“I think I understand why I loved you,” Dave says.

A bittersweet laugh tumbles ungracefully from Klaus’s mouth. He tries not to draw attention to the new round of tears that spills over with it. “You do?”

“Yeah. I do.” Dave gives him the gentlest smile. “You shouldn’t be sorry. You tried so hard. I could’ve had more courage, fought back, ran away, something, but I just... wasn’t ready.” He glances down. “And I wasn’t going to be.”

Klaus’s hand closes over Dave’s on his arm.

“But I always remembered you,” Dave adds. “I always thought you were brave.”

“Goddamn, I was convinced I’d pushed your Big Awakening back a good two months, at least.”

“Far from,” Dave assures. His eyes crinkle with the flash of a memory. “I’m... not sure if I should tell you this.”

Klaus cocked his head. “Well, shit, Davey, now you have to.”

“I’m assuming Other Me told you something about Bill, right? Met in junior year, moved to Austin after school, always a bit of suspicion there...”

“Yeah?”

Dave’s face reddens slightly. “I mean, it wasn’t anything serious, but there were a few weeks when I was home, before this last tour...”

Klaus’s eyes widen. This was not an event on his timeline. He mocks outrage and pushes Dave’s hand away. “David Joseph Katz—!”

“The point is,” Dave poorly stifles a laugh, “I had hope. That it was gonna be alright, and that after this round, I’d be back in America for good, and I’d find my place.”

Hope.

Klaus supposes hope is nice. It’s just not terribly helpful with the way things panned out. In the world where Dave still didn’t make it home. In the world where he’s stuck here, waiting for a way to move on. In the world where he’s still around to see how little good that hope did him. And frustration starts to churn Klaus’s stomach, even though he knows...

“...This really wasn’t your fault,” Dave says, reading him just as perfectly as he could in ‘68.

Klaus hadn’t noticed how long he’d fallen silent for. “I know,” he mumbles, and logically, he does. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. There had to be a timeline out there where everything ended up alright, where him and Dave lived happily together just like they’d talked about, but he is never going to find it now.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “And I still love him. Christ, he made one of the deadliest shitshows in American history the only place I wanted to be. He made me the happiest that I’ve been in a long, long time. He made me feel so treasured. So... strong.”

When the tears return a third time, he stops trying to hide them. He carelessly wipes the heel of his palm across his cheek.

“I wanted to tell him all that,” he finishes. “He gave me something so special that I don’t think I’ll get again.”

A sob escapes Klaus. Dave patiently waits for him to work it out.

“I know I’m not him,” Dave starts, “But for what it’s worth, I think he’d know you still love him. I think it’d destroy him to be apart from you. But I don’t think he’d want you to destroy yourself.”

Klaus knows the spiel that’s coming, and so badly does he want to dismiss it all as disgusting cliche. But he also knows Dave’s sappy tendencies well enough to know that, in this case, it’s probably accurate. Hell, he’s hearing it from the man himself.

“If you couldn’t get back to him, I think he’d just want to know you were happy,” Dave says. “You know? That you kept moving and kept taking care of yourself. And kept looking for the kind of love you deserve.”

Dave shifts to face him more directly. His eyes are bright with intention. “You have so much life left in you. You deserve a new chapter.”

Klaus feels beaten and weary all over. His mind is finally slowing down to the present.

When Dave subtly opens up his arms, he eagerly takes the offer to wrap him in an embrace.

This is the last he’ll see of him. He can feel it. He tucks his chin over Dave’s shoulder and clings onto the fabric of his vest, eyes shut, trying to commit every sensation to memory.

Dave returns, lightly weaving his hand into Klaus’s hair. Klaus recalls with a weak grin that he knew Dave would be fond of the new length.

It’s safe and sacred and almost everything that he’d planned for on that day he’d desperately wandered the mansion halls, calling out for any help he could get, twisting a bundle of rope in his quaking hands.

He hears a whisper of a wind chime.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” Dave mutters.

The blue glow pierces through Klaus’s eyelids. He pulls back to look at Dave.

He’s crumbling apart, piece by piece, and drifting away. Bright light speckles the entire room.

“Klaus?” Dave asks. His voice is soft but threaded with slight fear. “Is this...?”

“Yeah, it is,” he answers. He tightens his grip on Dave’s arms. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me say goodbye.”

A beat passes. Then, understanding washes over Dave’s face. He pulls Klaus close once again, stroking his hair.

He presses a kiss onto Klaus’s forehead.

Klaus doesn’t watch him go. He only opens his eyes when his arms are at last empty.

Specks of glittering blue light still float through the air. Nothing else remains but the wrinkle on the bedspread where he was sitting. Klaus’s face still feels warm where his lips were placed just moments ago.

Klaus buries his head in his hands. “Allison,” He calls out. The sound is pathetic. He clears his throat and tries again. “Allie?”

He hears her heeled boots click down the hall. He can’t bring himself to look up when she opens the door. “You okay?”

“It’s over,” he summarizes.

“What do you need?”

A joint. A fist full of pills. Five shots of tequila. A good sock in the head so he can go back to that pre-Technicolor hellscape and tell that bitch on the bike what he really thinks of Her.

“Can you just sit with me for a minute, please?”

Allison closes the door and obliges.

They talk, slowly and softly, about absolutely nothing at all, while Allison smooths her hand against Klaus’s back. They stare at the cold tile floors together for a long time. Klaus asks if it would kill the Sparrows to hire an interior decorator.

[willows-adventures-in-words]

Now that October is over I’m gonna share my thoughts on my prompts from the month. I guess this could be considered a director's cut of sorts. So if anyone is interested in that sort of thing it’ll be under a read more since I have 16 prompts so it’ll be long.

The Whumptober prompt from day 1. I can't remember if I wrote this one first or if I wrote the other day one prompt first. But this one was interesting since it's the start of a new au. (Honestly, I need to stop making more.) As well as a honest attempt at writing a zombie apocalypse type story. I took some reference points from the game 7 Days to Die, hence the au title. But in regards to the prompt, it was the set up for the other day one prompt since I knew what I was doing for the other one already. I had to get Chase and Anti to meet and become travel buddies. But for that to happen Chase had to suffer a little. He had to lose what he had otherwise he wouldn't end up traveling with Anti. It was interesting to write. With Chase's regret and attempted suicide... Obviously, I knew he wasn't going to die but it still hurt to write it. And his little voice of doubt. Also, I can't help but like the quote, “She was my wife, you insensitive fuck.” a little more than I should.

The Egoshiptober prompt, as I said I knew what I was doing already. It hadn't taken long to decide that it would be Anti who had fallen for Chase. That he had no knowledge if Chase would feel the same for him or not. I had debated it for a bit if it would be unrequited or not. After discussing it with one of my two readers IRL I have concluded with certainty that, no it is not unrequited. Chase, at this point isn't aware that that is how he feels yet though. He cares a lot about Anti at this point, they've been through a lot after all. But since the only relationship he's had was with Stacy he can't quite comprehend his relationship with Anti in that way yet. Though despite that, I feel like the hints are there. I'm happy with how this turned out. Chase's concern for Anti. The trust and the history between them. As well as Anti's realization over how he feels about Chase. Realization settled over him like a warm blanket. I loved that line. I'm proud of that line.

The Whumptober prompt for day 3 was different than what I'm used to. I had an idea, but couldn't quite work it out. And originally this one and day 15 were going to be one and the same when I realized I could break them up and complete two prompts (yay). But anyway, the beginning of this one was difficult to figure out. But once I got to the confrontation between Jackie and the gang leader I started to work through it pretty quickly. This one, like all my prompts actually, I have all this background info in my head that has no place in the prompt that I can work with. With this one for example, Henrik was kidnapped by the gang as he was leaving work because one of their own was injured. As well as the fact that the gang leader really didn't intend to injure Henrik but Jackie inadvertently pushed him into action. It was a convenience that they still had Henrik there when Jackie showed up. In the end I enjoyed writing this one.

The Whumptober prompt for day 4 was pretty much an excuse to write what happened immediately after Marvin was sold at the auction in my winged AU. I'd been mulling over what happens after off-and-on ever since I'd written it and now I had a reason to write it. Or part of it anyway since he's going to be there for awhile.

Now, the Whumptober prompt for day 7 I knew when I saw the prompt option of Enemy to Caretaker that I was going to do a superhero-villain thing with Jackie and Marvin. Than Anti came into the picture because, obviously, Marvin had to become Jackie's rival turned caretaker. I pretty much had this one mapped out from the get go. Background info on this one is that Marvin has history with Anti so when he saw the shape Jackie was in, as well as the uncomfortable feeling in the air, he knew Anti was involved. At the end of this one though I had debated on how Marvin was going to seal off the place so Anti couldn't get to them. One option was a sort of switch next to the door making the place disappear or something. In the end I ended up leaving it vague. I'd also thought to make this one longer and add a bit when Jackie wakes up in a bed but decided against it.

Whumptober day 8 prompt. This one was... This one was personal. I wrote it about myself. So... yeah.

Anyway, day 9 was Egoshiptober. And this one was unexpected. I hadn't expected or planned to write it. I was at work thinking about the prompt list and the idea came to me. How Jackie goes to Henrik to patch him up when he gets hurt. Then one day he accidentally blurts out how he feels about him. Before Henrik really has a chance to address it Jackie makes up an excuse and bolts out. He avoids Henrik for two weeks before Henrik searches for him and, upon finding him, asks him on a date. And voila! The story was born from there. It was surprisingly easy and fun to write. Especially the second half when Jackie started to relax. Their banter was my favorite part. And when Jackie takes Henrik's hand at the end just makes me smile when I reread it.

Day 10 for Egoshiptober was the fastest and easiest for me to write. Simply because I had already written something with them before; though I'm constantly unsure if I'll ever post it (a snippet of it is posted now tho). So when I saw the prompt I knew right away. This was one of the first prompts I wrote. I also believe it's one of the sweetest things I've written as well. I love it. It never fails to makes me smile.

Now the day 11 prompt for Egoshiptober was an accident. It was the tenth and I was doing my updates on here when I realized it was the day that has been labeled as Anti's birthday. Which I didn't realize. So, I checked my list to see who was available to pair him with (everyone except Chase) and came up with this. Originally I was going to add a part when Jackie finds out he missed Anti's birthday, but couldn't make it work. My favorite bit was the very ending. I was smiling nonstop when I thought of it.

And this one. Day 13 for Egoshiptober. My god it took me forever to figure out what I was going to do with it. All I knew for weeks was that it was going to be with Jackie and Marvin. Then finally (after I wrote the last prompt of the month) I figured it out. Jackie's hair changing when he wore his mask. I was so happy when I figured out what to do. I remember writing a good portion of it at work. There are a lot of little things I liked with this one but my favorite part to write was when Marvin magically kept Jackie from coming in the room and the bickerment that went with it.

Ah yes. Day 15 for Whumptober. The second half of day 3's prompt. This one took time. I knew what I wanted with it but had no idea how to go about it. I actually found myself doing research (which is a rarity for me). Once I thought of it, I fell in love with the idea of Henrik teaching Marvin how to heal and repair the human body. The problem came in when I had to actually write it. I had, and still don't really know, how to write someone doing magic. I had also thought to add a scene at the end of this for when Jackie arrives at Henrik's place to find them both asleep. This is one of the prompts that made me the happiest when it was finished. That I actually wrote magic in a way that made sense. Honestly, I am so proud of how that turned out.

Prompt 19 for Whumptober wasn't supposed to be so long. But I couldn't just have the grief and mourning without some lead up. Then it turned into this. I mean, there couldn't be no side-effects to what happened in the very first prompt of the month. The thing with this one was I wanted them indoors, that's where the lead up came in. 'Cause clearly homes and residential areas aren't going to be 100% safe during a zombie apocalypse. Some background on this one; I already, more or less, know Anti's background. He's lost someone as well. Though they weren't in a relationship like Chase and Stacy, but he's gone through it as well. He just handled it differently than Chase did and had more time to coup with the loss. Though Chase was glad he finally had a name he could call his travel buddy. As well as being happy at the little bit of conversation they had.

When I saw the prompt Crown for the 22nd day of Egoshiptober the first thing I thought of was royalty. But with no idea how to make that work, I remembered those cardboard crowns from Burger King from when I was a kid. I thought, hey, I could work with that. It was slow progress figuring this one out after that though. I knew it would be Henrik, Chase, and Chase's kids, but outside of that I was clueless. I don't know how to write children. How was I going to make this work... Well, after I finished it and had my IRL proofreader read it, I was pleasantly surprised to be told I hit the mark on the age bracket I was aiming for. As with some of the other prompts, it's the little things with this one that I liked. The willingness of Henrik to join in on the antics. While at the same time taking control of it. The kids siding with Henrik. This one was fun.

I kinda felt bad that for Egoshiptober day 25 I made it sad. I mean, I coulda done haunted house or something. But no. I went with one of the two dying and 'haunting' the other. That Marvin's spirit stayed with Chase. Though despite it being sad there is some distinct sweetness there too. Marvin doesn't want Chase to drink himself to the bottom of the bottle. How Marvin is trying to take care of him while getting used to his own situation. I love how heart-wrenching yet sweet this is. Marvin's little 'I love you.' that wakes up Chase during the last bit. Then he brushes his hair out of the way and kisses his forehead. It's just... so sweet. I also had thoughts to continue this one and make it longer. But I didn't since where I ended it felt like enough. Also, I felt it would loss the 'haunted' feel to it if I made it longer and expanded on it.

The prompt for the 28th day was an Alternate prompt from the Whumptober list. This one I was really nervous to post. I was so afraid of having negativity thrown at me for writing something I have zero personal experience in. Despite my concerns, I personally like how it turned out. It's part of backstory to another story I have started. As I said, I have no personal experience in the situation I had written. I have much sympathy to anyone who has as well as much resentment to those who have put someone in that situation.

And finally, day 30 for the Egoshiptober prompt. As well as an Alternate prompt from the Whumptober list. This was surprisingly one of the first prompts I'd written. I think it was anyway. It turned out longer than I had expected it to. But I'm very happy with how it turned out. My proofreader, one of the two people who I feel comfortable enough with to read my writing IRL, liked this so much she wanted a continuation. Personally, there's so much I like with this one. Again a lot of little things. The ending is just... heartbreaking for Jackie though.

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts.)

There’s a reason why Chronos was such a cruel god.

I almost forgot to post this fic... I started it a while back, got art block, and only went back to it during a boring geography lesson during Whumptober. It was also not meant to be an Inazuma fic, but sometimes I have a weird creativity and muse. Don't ask me, the wonders of the human mind I guess. It'll come to literally nobody's surprise that I ship Anna and Nosaka because I'm the token F/M shipper of the main fanfic writers of this fandom (y'know, gotta contrast my colleagues and provide the stuff nobody but me and maybe an IRL friend wants). I'm surprised I've never managed to finish a fic with them before, tho: yes, the previous prompt fill, "Bedside Vigil" was supposed to be for them until I switched to Haizaki/Akane over... my Tomodachi Life game immediately pairing them up (true story). Anyway. This fic does imply to a road accident of some sort, so if you're sensitive to this kind of topic (for which you're entirely justified, tbh, that's coming from someone who's almost been in one), proceed with caution. It's nothing graphic or anything, just floating in the background of this story, though. I also almost forgot to mention this is supposed to be set in my Inazuma Café AU, but the only reason why you need to know that is because they're college students there, and why Anna and Hikaru are as friendly to each other as they are here. I mean, if you wanna know more, I'll gladly respond to questions.

It’s also the last story I can write for this card without getting a Five in a Row, which I may or may not have done on purpose lol

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For Time Cannot Be Accelerated

Summary: Anna didn't think ambulance rides could last this long on the mind. She was seriously proven wrong.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (Ares/Orion continuity; implied college AU) Relationships: Platonic Anna & Hikaru friendship, implied established Anna/Nosaka

Wordcount: 1.7K words

Content Warnings: Implied road accident, talks of death, some blood and talk of injury.

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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They’re all tense in the ambulance. It doesn’t help that they share a small space amongst themselves, all cranked in one back of a truck that had clearly been made to have one stretcher and the paramedics watching over it. Nobody talks, except the latter amongst themselves in the front of the ambulance and through the vehicle. Instead, they don’t look at each other, too busy staring at the floor or their responsibility.

Anna has opted for the floor, for the time being.

 It’s overwhelming to remain here, in a crowded place where she felt alone nonetheless, drowned in the noise of the beeping machinery and blaring sirens echoing on the inside, feet surrounded by wires, hands trembling and sorrow she desperately kept inside. Her thoughts are still shaken from what had happened merely moments before, isolating her even further, words having escaped from her mouth and her vocal cords remaining knotted with no throat clearing able to untie them back to usefulness. She’s speechless, voiceless, useless.

Her shoulder is pressed against Ichihoshi’s, whose hand happens to sometimes brush against her naked arms. From what little she can see of his face, drowned in the darkness of the vehicle and lit by the unstable, flickering coloured lights of the different monitors crippling her earing, he isn’t any more relaxed than she was, shoulders stiff and frowned eyebrows, biting his lip, trying not to fidget with his fingers. She feels like she should be telling him something to make him untense, but considering how tense she also is, she has no idea what she’s even supposed to utter. Her mental syllabus has given up on her for the time being.

 In this moment of despair and desolation, Anna still admires the valiant efforts of the paramedics making sense of the numbers displayed on tiny screens and muttering a language she doesn’t understand most of, words whose meaning she has no idea of flying way over her head. They’ve kept their cool when she was on the verge of tears, an unknown yet powerful force preventing her from falling to her knees and weeping like she is, frankly, wanting to do above everything else. Still, she’s the Empress, and no Empress has ever cried when her capacity of judgement was needed.

The air of the ambulance was hot, too much so, smothering both Ichihoshi and her. If she could take a breather outside, even if it’d be for a mere moment or from a minuscule hole, her head would spin far less quickly, her world would stabilize, her mind would be much further from the verge of breaking down under its own weight. She craves tranquillity and serenity, two states of mind she’s meant to have and yet lacked in these desperate moments.

 Anna has started finding ways to recover her calm. The floor of the ambulance which seemed highly uncomfortable and disgustingly dirty when she climbed in now looked more than comfortable enough to her, but they lacked the space to even attempt sitting down. Before long, she’s realized the hard reality of things: there’s no way for her to get even the slightest bit more comfortable, and despite the speeds this vehicle is going at, it’s still taking ages in her mind.

In a way, it reminds her of being on a sinking ship, swimming in the cold sea, except she doesn’t even have the merit of risking hypothermia because she’s boarding on a rescue boat while someone else is pushing it, giving their skin to the freezing waters and floating debris. Morbid imagery she tries to erase out of her mind as soon as possible, yet the beating of her heart making itself known in her head and neck prevent her from not thinking about death nor debris.

 “I… I hope everything will be alright,” Ichihoshi eventually stutters, in an almost-whisper, voice hiding behind the ill-paced cacophony.

“So do I,” she replies as she notices something was dripping along her skin, eyeing the liquid going down her arm. Drifting her glance in its direction, she sees he’s holding his right arm with his left hand pressed against his jacket’s fabric, a faint difference in colours showing up in the mostly uniform light blue-and-red that his white sleeves had become.

As a result, her voice changes in tone, “are you okay, Ichihoshi?”

“It stings, but it’s nothing too bad. I’ll have it checked when we’ll arrive.”

The trembling, weakness in his own voice makes her more than doubtful of his statement. He’s unstable on his feet, almost swaying, crashing into her when the ambulance unfortunately shifted too quickly for him to catch himself on something, fingers slipping on the metal walls. She barely catches him with weak arms, legs feeling fainter until she’s stabilized him on his feet.

“I don’t believe that it can’t be ‘too bad’, if you’re tilting this much,” she tells him, even more concern melting into acid. “Let me see”.

 A sense of responsibility gives her back some of her stability, legs straightening up, eyes sharper as she tried to see in the half-dark. Without a word, she took off her comrade’s sleeve, noticing the sharp contrast marked by what could only be a wound. It seems like a deep cut, with shards reflecting the dim lights visibly exiting from it. Her hair rises on her limbs as soon as she knows what this is about.

“How long do we have left until we arrive?” She demands, in an imploring voice, to the paramedics.

They’re not able to provide a clear time, “a couple minutes left, traffic’s really bad, our apologies”, so she has to deal with it and simply keep Ichihoshi close to her, making sure he doesn’t trip on himself, inspecting for other wounds he could have. Aside from his arm, she thinks she sees a stain on his stomach and another on his right leg, although they’re less noticeable and she kind of sighs in relief to herself about that fact. It must mean they’re less grievous than the one she saw first.

 “I really hope he’s gonna be okay…” Ichihoshi whispers close to her ear, back lying against the metal.

The concern she’s tried to hold in until now by thinking of something else and failing to fully do so breaks through the gates and floods her mind again. She has too much to worry about and not enough available space, the scratches on her knees and elbows from the glass shards paling in comparison to the anguish that this ambulance ride is starting to become.

“Same here…” Her voice almost chokes on itself, but she breathes in and out, swallows her pride and her stress in one gulp, and continues speaking as not to betray her actual state of mind. “I’m sure he’ll be fine, he’s pulled through worse, I know it…”

Her hands still enlace themselves in a silent prayer she tries to hide from the world.

“He’ll… be fine. He will be fine.”

She wants to cry.

“You’re right. Surely he’ll make it…”

 Anna isn’t lying to reassure herself, merely speaking her truth. Yuuma has always proven himself to being capable of the most daring stunts, even life-threatening ones. While she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to fully forgive him hiding his tumour away from her for reasons he’s never quite told her about, merely tune down the hurt he’s caused her by taking in account the reasons he did so; she has to use it as proof it should be fine. She only has hope to keep herself afloat now, her reason having fled the scene.

Yuuma is capable of great things, that much she’s sure of. She doesn’t know him entirely yet, and is certain she won’t ever be able to fully understand his character, yet she trusts him with her own life and, in these dire moments, he needs her. He needs her to remain strong and level-headed, to withstand the pressure and the desolation taking root inside her heart. They’ve promised to remain together and be there for each other: it’s time for her to fulfil her part of the trade.

Plus, from the three of them involved in this tragic accident, she’s the only one who has grazes instead of injuries. She also has to keep an eye on Ichihoshi on behalf of both Yuuma and her.

 “He’ll make it. I’m certain of it,” she repeats, more to herself than to her friend.

“I’m sure of it too,” he adds, in a similar fashion, and they’re back to both silently pray in silence as time slowly flows before their eyes, like the calm waves of a serene beach coming and going. If she closes her eyes and tries ignoring reality enough, she can almost hear the sea instead of sirens and cryptic whispers.

“And you? Are you okay?” she asks, her hands leaving their praying position, about to inspect her friend.

“I’ll be fine…”

He sounds too unsure to her liking, but before she can even comment on that, the atmosphere changes as she hears in echoes the nearby sirens of other ambulances.

 This is when Anna realizes that she couldn’t have been more relieved to see a hospital in her life, making sights she’d have wished never to see again some she was looking forward to: the paramedics shifting around the stretches and talking among themselves in a slightly different way, the monitors displaying new numbers, men shouting in an urgent tone. Almost unbeknownst to them, they were holding each other’s arm for support in dire times, the smell of iron sticking to his skin, her composure coming back despite the tears having taken away some of her makeup.

They’re most likely both ugly sights too, but they’re alive, they’ve arrived, and it’ll all be fine, eventually. For now, they step down from the ambulance, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Despite the circumstances, neither of them succumb to their darker thoughts and bruises, not a complaint heard despite Ichihoshi grunting in pain from time to time and her lack of balance and remaining strength to carry the both of them without herself panting.

 Still, Anna is the Empress, this much she knows; and an empress remains strong, no matter the circumstances. She’ll trust Yuuma and bring Ichihoshi to someone who can help tend to his wounds. That’s her mission and she’ll make sure to accomplish.

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The Unnamed Girl: Part 4

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Find the previous part here:  Part 3

The damage of the explosion was much more disturbingly graphic in person. The telly doesn’t give justice to much, and an explosion is certainly no exception. Debris covered a block of Baker Street, the air heavy with smoke and soot covered almost everything in a slight coat. Just by looking around you could tell which emergency vehicles had been here the longest. Windows shattered across the street, few still intact. It was clear to see which flats are currently occupied, because sets of windows are boarded up while others the drapes are lightly fluttering.

“Inspector Lestrade!” I hear someone call. Turning my body to the voice, I see a young male officer quickly strutting toward Greg. Wait, when did I get over here? I am standing in the middle of the street, emergency personnel rushing all around me. I must have moved away from Greg when I was looking around. Still watching the interaction between Greg and officer, I see Greg’s face pale slightly and a dark expression cover his features. He looks up and over to where my feet were planted, making eye contact with me he gives a faint nod to summoning me. I force my feet to move.

“What is the matter?” I ask before I once more plant my feet a couple of steps from him. Without a sound he hands me a metal object, which I had failed to notice him holding. I cautiously take the possibility sharp item, holding it in front of my abdomen.

“They believe it is part of the bomb.” Greg informs me. Curiously, I look at it. The face up side is jagged, black, and scratched. I carefully flip it. There is a light pattern in it. Bringing it up more I can make out the design, it's an engraving; an engraving of a rose.

The world slows, my heart thunders in my chest, blood rushing in my head. I guess some part of me was hoping that this wasn't my brother, but this confirms my fear. A rose, my brother's symbol for him and his accomplices, for “M”. And once this soot is washed off it'd be blue. A blue rose.

“(Y/N)?” Greg's voice brings me out of my head, “You alright?”

“I'm fine,” I say, my voice a few octaves lower than normal, “This is proof of our suspicions. I guess I couldn't let that one spark of hope die. My heart got the best of me.”

“I'm sorry, I know you wish it wasn't him.”

“Yes, but wishing and hoping doesn't change a thing.” I hand him the bomb shard. “Should we get going?”

Greg nods. He quickly hands the bomb piece to a now confused looking officer and walks towards me. Lightly he places his arm around my shoulder, and turns me 90 degrees before he starts walking forward.

We walk a few yards until we reach an elegant looking door. It's a dark hard wood door, with an intricate, yet crooked, knocker and lovely characters that could be described as somewhere between a gold and copper tone. There was a light dusting of ash on the knocker on the bits that stick out the most. The wooden door has some light damage, most likely from the flying debris that the explosion caused. There is light wearing surrounding the knocker, as if it gets straightened frequently. There is also some wear on the bottom right corner of the door, from people rubbing into it.

Greg opens the door, without knocking, and moves to the side allowing me to go indoors. With a small nod of thanks I step inside the intriguing entryway. There is a small chamber with another door at the end, before Greg even had a chance to close the dark wood door I open the next one. Walking into the hallway I pause and look back to Greg so he can give me directions on where to go next. He walks towards me and to the stairs, lightly giving me an affectionate pat on the shoulder. Following him I walk over the stairs and extend my hand out to the wall, prepared to ascend the stairway. I stop.

Looking down I can see that my hand is trembling. The excitement and anxiety of all my worries and stresses is causing my hands to shake, and I am certain that the caffeine I had isn't helping. Everything that has happened in the last six months has lead up to this, and from now on I will be in the field looking for my brother.

I refuse to have an anxiety attack now. I need to be strong, I am the only one who can do this. Catching my brother is the only way I can help him. I need him back.

“(Y/N)?” Greg quiet voice brings me back into reality. My sight shot to him, leaving my still shaking hand. He's halfway up the stairs, his left foot a step above the other and his body turned to he can look at me.

I nod at him, informing him I'm fine.

“Well come on then.” I nod once again and take my first step upwards.

It's an older flat, I can tell by not only the exterior but the way the stairs creak beneath my solid boots. The way the wall feel under my fingertips as I use it for slight support. The design is a slight give away, but that look is still fairly popular, especially among the older population.

As I reached the first podium I can hear hushed voices. A deep baritone is the one that carries the most. I quickly turn the corner and see Greg standing in front of a slightly open door looking back at me. I smile half heartedly at him and start my way up the last remaining stairs.

“Lestrade!” The baritone voice barks. Greg turns and opens the door.

“Sherlock. Is everyone all right here?” He asks, leaning against the door frame. I stop two steps after I get up the stairs, patiently waiting.

“Oh yes we're fine.”

“You are waiting for someone, who.” It wasn't a question. There is no doubt in my mind that that is Sherlock Holmes.

“A friend and colleague.” He simply replies.

“Let me guess, a young woman. She works with Scotland Yard and is currently carrying a large and heavy bag.”

“How did you…?” Greg trails off. I smirk, so this is what it looks like when he get dumbfounded by the famous detective.

“Simple. I can tell it's a woman by her steps and the footwear. I know she works with Scotland because she wouldn't be here with you otherwise. Her slightly uneven steps tells me that she had a large and heavy carrier bag against her non dominant hip. And I know she works with and not for Scotland Yard is because if she worked for it she would not have a large bag with her.”

I can't help but smile. He had gotten everything right. And all without laying an eye on me. He had missed a few details, such as the small fact that I am working for his brother. But most people would have not gotten any of that just from the sound of my footsteps. Sherlock Holmes is truly a well gifted man.

I take a few steps forward, until I can see a bit more into the flat. A boarded up window is almost directory across from me, light only coming on through the very top, and semi translucent drapes frame the very sides. Dust particles dance in the sun rays. I step inside the room. I look to my left, where Greg is facing. A man in a bathrobe sits in a large black chair playing with the strings of a violin. The bow is in his right hand, the hand he is plucking strings with. Mycroft sits across from him, and I can tell by the droop in his shoulders that he is not happy to be here.

“Well done Mr. Holmes,” I say, “That was truly astounding. Only the sound of my footsteps gave you all that information. You most certainly are a brilliant detective! I am Dr. (Y/N) O’Connor, pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure.” Says the man in the bathrobe. He has dark and curly hair that is a mess. Some of it is from the explosion, that much is obvious, but I wouldn't doubt that his normal hair style isn't any better, just slightly less dusted. His skin complexion is surprisingly clear, especially for someone who nearly got blown up. He has surprisingly sharp cheekbones. Siblings often have similar features, but the only similarly I see between the Holmes brothers is their storm grey eyes.

“Great to see you again Lestrade.” Mycroft states. Sherlock rolls his eye and continues to play with the strings. I smirk at the small brotherly gesture. He didn't greet me, must be testing Sherlock.

“You too Mycroft.” He grunts and shifts his weight to a different foot.

“So, when did you start?” I look over to Sherlock, he's looking directly at me. It wouldn't surprise me if he guessed already but it feels more like he's digging around.

“Pardon me?” I ask, playing dumb.

“You're working outside of the office, are you not? And it's obvious that you had previously had been behind a computer because of your posture.

“Well yes, you are correct. I actually start today.” I reply.

“With whom?” He sounds smug, he must know I'm to be working with him.

“Isn't that obviously?” Sherlock gives me a smirk, proving it. I smirk back. “I'm going to enjoy working with you Mr. Holmes.”

“I've told you both before, I'm not going to work with anyone from Scotland Yard.” He must suspect Mycroft is involved in this. After all I can't see Greg coming up with something like this.

“Lucky for you my position at Scotland Yard was temporary. I only worked there to get some information.”

“Information for what?”

“Not what, who. I was looking for information on one individual, which is why they wish to place me with you.”

“And who is this individual?” His gaze left me and returned to his violin, he seems to have lost interest. His loss of interest will only last a second tho.

“The man I was gathering information on is Moriarty.” Sherlock’s head snaps towards me the instance my brother's name leaves my lips.

“Moriarty?”

“That's right.”

“How did you get…” Sherlock was cut off.

“Sherlock?” A voice yells from downstairs. Footsteps follow, loud and heavy. Must be taking two stairs at a time. “Sherlock!? Are you alright?”

“Oh yes, yes. I'm fine.”

“Sherlock!”

“John stop your blabbering.”

“What the hell happened here?” He asked, looking from Sherlock to Lestrade, and then continues to scan the damage my brother brought to this flat. He hasn’t noticed me yet. Hardly a surprise though, in times of trauma we often look to those who we know on a personal level. I can't help but feel surprised that he doesn't look to Mycroft.

“Well, the official answer is “gas main exposition”.” Lestrade answers.

“And the unofficial answer?”

“A man who I've been hunting down.” Sherlock answers.

“And who would that be?” John asks, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

“James Moriarty.” I answer, making John turn to me for the first time. His eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Well hello.” John flirts. He certainly gets distracted easily.

“Yes, hello.” I say, I make my voice bland, monotonous. As much as I hate to be rude, this discussion needs to happen and he nor I can be distracted with flirtations.

John looks to Sherlock in surprise at my tone. Sherlock is paying zero regard to his flatmate, he is too engrossed in his violin. Looking to Mycroft John sees that the brother is no help either, as he is suddenly interested in his umbrella. John lets out a sigh of defeat.

“So,” Sherlock starts, still looking down at his instrument, “What do you know about Moriarty?”

“I know his first crime; a number of other crimes. Where he grew up. His best friend, his partner in crime. Some of his associated. His favorite spot.”

“How did you come by all this information?” Sherlock says, finally looking up from his distraction. I resist the urge to glance at Mycroft, knowing Sherlock would catch the tiny movement.

“I have my sources.” I smirk for a split second before continuing, “What matters is that we have the information, the how is not as important as the who. Moriarty is what matters. Catching him is what matters. I have been after him since college, but until I few months ago I didn't have the resources to get what I wanted.”

“Well, tell me what you know about him.” Sherlock demands, giving me a smug grin.

“What I know is that James Moriarty is a psychopathic narcissist who is far to smart for the average law enforcement to find.”

“Hey!” Greg protests. I shoot him a look silencing him.

“In fact, even an exceptional person may find it impossible. But with a superb mind it is completely feasible. That is why I need your help Sherlock. You are the only person who can find him. He has taking a liking to you and we can use that to our advantage. He sees your mind as a challenge, a gigantic game, but if we play our cards correctly he will lead us straight to him.”

I feel eyes on me but mine are locked onto Sherlock's. A few dragged out seconds pass and the only sound that can be heard is from beyond the walls, racket from the people and the sirens that still fill the streets below.

“Fine. We shall see how you hold up to my rigorous demands.”

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One touch - Kihyun

Fluff MONSTA X halloween au Word count: 3999 words ;)

Request:  I’d like to request a MONSTA X halloween au (or however you call it 👀) where you’re new in town (PLEASE CALL IT HALLOWEEN TOWN BC MEMORIES– K sorry) and all of the people living in Halloween Town are some sort of supernatural things like vampires, wolfes, witches etc. You go to a school for supernatural students (there’s only one school in halloween town) where you learn new spells and stuff and you come across those cool guys (yes I mean MONSTA X) and you get to know them and befriend them and one night you decide to go to the forest (EVEN THO YOU SHOULDN’T BC THE LEGEND SAYS THAT THE FOREST IS CURSED OR SMTH) but the stoopid kiddos you are you go into the forest and smth happens BUT YA’LL DON’T DIE and btw you fell in love with Kihyun and he likes you back hearteu hearteu PLEASE MAKE IT A LONG ASS STORY BC I CAN’T WITH THOSE 3 SENTENCES STORIES LIKE BRUH— :^(

♥ Thanks for the request @prinxessouo ♥

I don't know what happened with this one, I was in a jokester mood so excuse the wording once in a while, well untill the cheese exploded and shit went down that is :p hope you like it!

Humans and monsters alike are always searching for a place they fit in, for the monsters this has proven to be that bit more difficult. You had found this to be true first hand. You were born a human hundreds of years ago. When you were about 18 years old you became ill. At that time and age there was not a lot of knowledge about the illness going around, let alone ghost flue. You had been stalked by a ghost and became sick which fated you to become a ghost as well but your father, a vampire since after you were born, wouldn't just let you die and decided to change you as he had failed to save your mother 13 years prior. But one does not simply get rid of the ghost flue.  

You became a hybrid that many said to be impossible. A ghost and vampire isn't quite the most logical combination, so even when you tried to fit in in a town filled with monsters, you still seemed like an outcast. So, you moved yet again, this time to a rather small town of monsters. It only had a small shop centre, two schools, of which one high school, and a small park.  

It was a quiet town, had been for decades, yet when October struck the town became more livid than any other of that size. Earning them their name of Halloween Town. Or HaloTown to humans who passed through ever so often.  

As your father had dropped you of in front of the large building, you made your way through the school's dark corridors. Not that it was badly lit or anything everything was just painted in a rather dark tint, that and it was badly lit. Don't want them vamps getting UV eye.  

Anyways you got your necessities at the main desk and made your way to your first class, Creature studies, which is a slightly odd subject seeing half the creatures mentioned in class were in fact in the school but you didn't really think any further of it and just listened to the lecture.   As usual, you were stared at by all, for one because you were new and the other reason was probably because you looked slightly different from your normal vampire.   Your pale skin shone differently and your eyes were a very light grey instead of a deep red, vampires are also said to be inhumanly beautiful yet you thought you just looked undead to most.  

Word spread fast about the new girl and you were soon approached by the vamps of the school. Vampires always seemed to flock together, pun intended, and it was no secret that in every school they always went for new recruits. You had excepted the offer to join the vamp clique a few times before as they were like pops and jocks in the human towns but it never ended well so you found it best to decline.   "Fine, your loss." The girl chimed coldly and immediately turned her back on you with the other unbelievably perfect girls behind her. Their hair flowed behind them and you could still feel their aura as they left.  

You went on with your day, going through classes, not really caring about finding friends anymore as it was often waisted time. Not that you were antisocial but you couldn't find yourself to care anymore. What a pitiful everlasting existence.   You heard the booming sound of the school bell bounce through the halls signalling the end of the day and you slowly made your way to your locker.  

"Ah, I knew it. I can smell a new vampire from a mile away. And you have a rather unique scent to you at that." An unknown voice said from beside you. You close your locker to see a tall muscular vampire leaning against the locker next to yours.   "That's not creepy at all." You deadpanned.   "That's what we do sweetheart." You simply scoffed and stepped to go on your way but he blocked your path with his broad ass shoulders, looking down at you with a smirk gracing his features. Vampires were always seen as quite cool and seductive but this man right here was just over the top.   "I'm Wonho. And you are?" He said smugly.   "Not interested. Look, I'm not joining your little group of vamps, thank you, so please leave me alone."   "Believe me sweetheart, I'm not part of that little clique. Too much drama." Wonho stated simply and followed you as you yet again tried to get away from him. "But I found it interesting that YOU weren't flocking with them yet. You're quite something aren't you?"   "Is that an insult or a compliment?" You asked this time actually turning to him.   "That's what I'd like to find out." He said, honestly curious about you. You chuckled and turned towards the exit again.   "I wouldn't go out yet if I were you." He yelled from behind you.   "And why is that?" You yelled back.   "It may be October but It's still bright out." You had just reached the doors and realised he was right. It was only four in the afternoon but you didn't expect it to be this bright out.   "Come on, there's a room where we're allowed to stay until it's dark out." He motioned.  

It may be a myth that vampires burn in the sun but it did give you an immense headache and yes if you stayed in the sun for too long, your skin did react, so walking home wasn't an option. Usually your dad would pick you up but this time he had a job that wasn't all too forgiving on the hours so you had to get yourself home. You thought about what Wonho had said.  

"Don't tell me the Vamps will be there." You groaned.   "Nah, they get picked up by their drivers as soon as the bell rings." He motioned you to follow him and so you did.  

"Oh god no." You heard a low growl coming from inside upon your arrival at the door and you were just about certain that it was a werewolf.   You were sure that this room was for those who couldn't come out in the sun but no one there actually seemed to have that problem so you guessed this was Wonho's clique.   You looked around the room, not really greeting them until Wonho started introducing them all and you didn't really have a choice at that point.   "Don't mind the incredible stench that's just IM." He first said jokingly.   "Hey, watch it. You don't exactly smell like roses yourself." The brown-haired guy growled between gritted teeth. You suspicion of there being a werewolf among them now confirmed. But Wonho ignored the remark and introduced the rest of them. "This is Jooheon, he's oddly soft for a demon, the blond dude right here is Hyungwon and he's oddly scary for a fallen angel," Wonho was deffinetly a jokester, in a passive agresive way which showed that he deffinatly was a vampire yet you wondered why he wasn’t part of the clique. “Behind him is Shownu, he’s a goblin, don’t get him mad because he will burn you.” Shownu gave you a sweet smile yet it caused a shiver to run over your spine and then some “Kihyun here is … well … dead,” The pale pink haired boy just shrugged and you noticed that his eyes matched yours. “And last but not worst, we have our very own warlock, Minhyuk.” He gave you a smile and bow of the head before redirecting his attention to his notebook.  

“Now would you mind telling us who you are?” He grinned an all to wide grin as he waited for your answer.   “My name’s Y/N” You simply stated and took a seat somewhere far from the small window.   “Obvious vampire.” IM scoffed.   “Yes, yet I’ve never seen one of the likes.” Shownu stated, eyes squinted slightly and head tilted to the side as if he was studying you.   “Guys, just leave her alone, it’s here first day, she’s had enough on her plate.” Hyungwon said, not glancing up from his phone but you appreciated his words.  

You started to scroll through your phone as well but decided to listen to their conversation.   "So Forbidden Forest this year?" Wonho said with a daring tone.   "Are you sure that's a smart idea, people went missing in that forest." Hyungwon said, not really seeming like he cared all too much though.   "Yes, but they were dumb and went in on their own." Jooheon said.   "I'm in but I'm not taking responsibility if anyone disappears." Minhyuk raised his hands in fake defence.   "I'm in."   "What can go wrong."   Everyone seemed to agree and you just grew more curious.   "Y/N? You want to come?" Wonho asked. An involuntary questioning hum left you throat and you cursed yourself for being so curious.   "We're all going out to the Forbidden Forest on Halloween. You should join." Minhyuk smiled.   "Isn't there a reason why it's forbidden?" You raised an eyebrow at the men.   "Oh come on, don't be so boring. People just believe it's cursed or something, nothing big." Jooheon shrugged.   "Okay." You nodded "I'm in." You said not seeing the harm in it.  

You spent quite a bit of time with the boys after that. It was the first time in a long while that you were part of a friend group and you were happy that it was with these goofs. You had become quite close with Wonho and Jooheon and even IM wasn't too bad yet there was one who seemed to be keeping his distance. Kihyun never really talked much, he just sat there and laughed along and whenever you'd try to sit and talk to him he seemed to shy away. Many of the group weren't the most talkative but Kihyun seemed different in a way, he seemed like he shad something else in him. You just wondered what.  

Halloween came around and there were parties everywhere, but you guys had other plans of course. You met at the gate of the forest and got yourselves hyped to go in. You'd usually spend Halloween with your dad but this time he was on a business trip for a few weeks so you were actually thankful that the boys were with you.   "Just remember we need to stick together." Minhyuk said.   "No one wanders off." Shownu added.   "Let's go."  

You guys slowly made your way into the forest. You walked in between Hyungwon and Jooheon. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary going on just yet until a loud yell came from your right.   There stood Jooheon, completely petrified in fear.   "I felt something touch my leg." You looked over at the ground and saw a twig sticking out where he had just passed.  

"Oh my Jesus! What a demon you are." You practically yelled at him as he had startled you as well. "It was just a twig calm down."  

You walked further and further into the forest and there found a tomb.   "Are you guys sure you want to go in there?" Kihyun said questionably.   "Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen?" Wonho went in first followed by everyone else, Minhyuk quietly mumbling all the things that could actually happen not really taking away your nerves.  

It was basically graves, one by one, and they all had a name and a sin engraved into them.   "These people aren't really dead, are they?" You wondered as the coffins were tightly locked and even seemed welded shut. "What is this place?"  

'Deadlock pass.' Shownu read from the tombstone in the back of large passageway.  

'The home to the most terrible sinners. Their bodies burned into their coffins. Their spirits locked inside these woods as they are cursed to never leave their terrible deeds until death grants them their final freedom.'  

A hard thud immitted from one of the coffins catching everyone's attention towards it until the others started to shake with it. "We need to go!" Shownu yelled and you grabbed the hand of the one closest to you storming out of the tomb, when everyone got out Wonho and Shownu slammed the heavy door shut as quickly as possible. Everyone let out a heavy breath and you let go of Kihyun's hand that you had grabbed before, as he was staring at you with eyes widened in pure shock.   "Are you okay?" You asked in concern. But he didn't answer, he just looked at his hand with that same shocked expression before looking back at you. He slowly lifted his hand up to your face, only a millimetre from touching. "What are you …?" He brushed your cheek ever so lightly and a wide grin appeared on his face as he pulled away. You looked around you at the others and they looked just as shocked but it still didn't down to you what was going on.  

"He's a ghost Y/N, he can't touch, well, anyone" Jooheon explained as he saw your confusion.   "Except for ghosts but there aren't a lot of those anymore." Minhyuk clarified.   "Yes, but Y/N isn't exactly a ghost now is she?" Hyungwon deadpanned.   "Maybe they're soulmates." Wonho winked earning a slap from IM "That only really works for werewolves you idiot."  

"Well, I had the ghostflu when I was little, that's why my dad turned me." You stated matter of faculty, explaining the matter as best you could to yourself as well.   "Come one let's get out of here." IM said and everyone started walking.  

Kihyun couldn't help himself and took your hand in his, for the first time in a long while actually able to touch someone. You two were the last to exit the gate but you had run into some difficulty. Or an invisible wall. No matter how hard the two of you tried, you couldn't get trough.   "Guys! We can't get out!" Kihyun yelled  

“What?” IM said in shock. “How?” “I don’t know we’re just stuck.” You said in light panic and Kihyun grabbed your hand again, this time to comfort you. “How can you just be stuck?” Wonho questioned in slight anger at the situation “There must be a spell to keep the spirits in. And seeing as they’re both ghosts, well partly in Y/N’s case, they’re locked in as well. “What kind of stupid spell keeps ghosts in but not out!?” Jooheon yelled. “I don’t know just get help or something!” Kihyun yelled in response and all of them ran off to wherever seemed most logical.

Both you and Kihyun let out a deep sigh and looked at each other. He led you to sit against the wall of gate and you just sat in silence for a moment. “Is that why you never really talked to me? Were you scared to get close and then not even being able to touch me?” You let your thoughts go out loud. You had wondered ever since you met him and now had found a slightly possible answer. “In a way.” Kihyun answered vaguely. “Even now you barely talk.” You chuckled. “Do you really want to know?” He asked with a chuckle of his own and you nodded at him. You looked so calm, a light smile painting your features and your head leaned back against the hard brick behind you, but you seemed at peace. He enjoyed the view for a second before speaking up. His voice light like a feather. “I like you.” He smiled. “That’s why I didn’t talk to you. Because I was scared that my feeling would grow stronger and I couldn’t even hold your hand.” Your smile grew wider and you leaned closer to him, but a yell of your name called you back to the gate.

“The mayor said that you’ll be able to get out automatically at noon tomorrow.” Minhyuk said as he saw the both of you, grinning at the piece of information he had acquired. “Noon?” Both you and Wonho said in unison and this is when it clicked for everyone.

The sun.

The mayor had made his way to the gate in the morning, he was a powerful warlock and with a single spell kept anyone else from entering the forest for now as it was dangerous to anger the spirits on the first of November. The Boys had tried to find a way to help them but they were left to waiting until noon, throwing anything that could help shield you from the sun tough the barrier.

The sun started to rise above the trees and it started to ache more and more until the pain became unbearable and you screamed out in pain, Kihyun hopelessly sitting next to you.

He tried shielding you with his body but the light just shone straight through him, the trees not providing much shade. Kihyun started piling you with blankets as no one in this town had thought of buying a god forsaken umbrella and holding it up for shade didn’t help either, and it slightly started to sooth the pain, but the heat was still smothering as the blankets just made that aspect worse. “We need to get you out of here.” Kihyun said, barely visible with the light, as a tear escaped. You completely calmed under the blanket and he noticed you had fainted because of the heat. Finally he heard the clocktower signal it was twelve and he picked you up practically running to your house as the other boys followed behind.

After a few hours most of the boys had left but Kihyun stayed by your side. All wounds had healed, and your cold skin was back to normal but you still hadn’t woken up. He did anything to pass time, running his fingertips over your hands, arms and cheeks ever so often to see if you’d wake up.

Finally your eyes fluttered open and you just smiled up at him in the dark room and he smiled back at you with a loving grin. “You had me worried there.” He said, voice soft as always. “I’m ah vampire ghost, it’s hard for me to die again.” You chuckled and pulled him down into bed with you, practically forcing him to cuddle you. “I love you.” He whispered as he held you close.

You finally had the feeling that you were truly close to him, the feeling of home, the feeling of love, and you could wholeheartedly say “I love you too."

♥ Thanks for the reading ♥

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[chloe-elizabeth-price]

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A lot of questions as per usual, thanks for always being curious and cute @annoyinglyuniquebread!

I’ll put these under a cut as well as trigger warn you guys for mentions of mental illness, unhealthy coping mechanisms and abuse. 

Anyone who wants to, feel free to read what basically feels like my life story lol 

Here we goooo

1: Talk aboutthe first time you watched your favorite movie.

This question as well as numbers  11, 24, 28 and 38 where answered here and here

2: Talk aboutyour first kiss.

I was 7 and kissed a boy in my class behind the bushes at recess in a display of young  compulsory heterosexuality. He dumped me at a classmate’s birthday party a week later and I never looked at boys again lol

3: Talk aboutthe person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.

This girl I met in my freshman year of college and fell hard and fast for. She clearly didn’t feel the same for me and very unceremoniously dumped me without much of an explanation, it sucked!  

4: Talk aboutthe thing you regret most so far.

That I didn’t break contact with my biological father much earlier than I did, his presence in my life made me feel like shit for way longer than I deserved and now that he’s out of my life I feel a lot better!

5: Talk aboutthe best birthday you’ve had.

l’m not actually much of a fan of birthdays and much prefer Christmas, never really liked the idea of growing up…But I guess my tenth birthday was cool. It was nice  to turn a two digit number for the first time and the pajama party I had that year was pretty sweet!

6: Talk aboutthe worst birthday you’ve had.

Well my fourth birthday sucked, it was my first birthday after my parents got divorced and I was worried my dad wouldn’t show up for the party and well…He didn’t……………….Yeah that sucked!

7: Talk aboutyour biggest insecurity.

I have many, many insecurities of different natures and can honestly not really narrow it down to one big one.

8: Talk aboutthe thing you are most proud of.

I’m proud of unapologetically being who I am despite breaking norms and societal expectations in more ways than one; as well as for standing up for others like me!

9: Talk aboutlittle things on your body that you like the most.

I like my eyes, they’re a nice shade of blue

10: Talk aboutthe biggest fight you’ve ever had.

Physical? Because I’ve never really been in a physical fight and I can’t really think of a huge verbal one either right now. Of course I’ve gotten into some arguments with my parents and stuff growing up, nothing major that I can remember though.

12: Talk aboutthe worst dream you’ve ever had.

 I rarely remember my dreams, but since I started taking sleeping pills I’ve had some really vivid and scary ones, nothing I feel like reliving by sharing though.

13: Talk aboutthe first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.

Yeah, nope, not happening, too demi and reserved to share that one with the internet, sorry!

14: Talk abouta vacation.

The best vacation I’ve ever been on was the one I got from my parents as a graduation gift. They accompanied me to Amsterdam (which is a beautiful, beautiful city) to see Taylor Swift live on the 1989 World Tour! It was one of the best trips/concerts of my life and I really look forward to seeing Tay again in 180 days! 

15: Talk aboutthe time you were most content in life.

Probably in my last year of middle school, when I was like 15. It was the last year before I developed mental illness and fell into this dark, dark hole…Wow, that sounds depressing af! Sorry for being such a bummer!

16: Talk aboutthe best party you’ve ever been to.

I don’t really do parties, I prefer to hang out with my friends casually and just play video games and cook/have dinner together or whatever. We’ve had many awesome hangouts like these over the years and I can’t really pick a specific one as the best one!

17: Talk aboutsomeone you want to be friends with.

I’d love to be friends with Carrie Fisher, we’d get along famously and she seems like the kind of person you could just talk to you know? Carrie, if you can hear me up in heaven, please consider being my friend and save me a cloud to sit on next to you, cool?

18: Talk aboutsomething that happened in elementary school.

I got dumped at that birthday party, lol…No but really I don’t remember much of elementary school, except that one time a bitch stole my tamagotchi, that wasn’t cool Sally, so not cool!

19: Talk aboutsomething that happened in middle school.

My teacher surprised me by sneaking me into another school’s library so that I could join this class of strangers in meeting one of my favorite authors at the time and get my books signed as well as give her a book i’d written and exchange email addresses with her. We still emailed occasionally years later, it was dope!!

20: Talk aboutsomething that happened in high school.

I came out of the closet, that was pretty damn dope too!

21: Talk abouta time you had to turn someone down.

During my freshman year of college (wow, a lot sure did happen that year, huh?) this guy in my class basically started stalking me and obsess over me despite me repeatedly telling him I’m gay and wasn’t interested. It got pretty badly out of hand and it ended with the school suspending him after me having complained to the student council after he failed to recognize my rejections for what they were, FUCKING REJECTIONS!!! 

22: Talk aboutyour worst fear.

i’m TERRIFIED of failure in any and all forms! Don’t wanna talk about it though, it’ll probably trigger unnecessary anxiety…

23: Talk abouta time someone turned you down.

I’m too shy to ask people out so I have never really been turned down in that sense, have been dumped tho, that’s………..unfun!

25: Talk aboutan ex-best friend.

During elementary and middle school I was best friends with this guy i’d known since kindergarten, we drifted apart since we went to different high schools and haven’t really hung out since sophomore year which is too bad really because we were like siblings at one point and I’d like to have that back someday.

26: Talk aboutthings you do when you’re sick.

I try to drink a lot of tea and stay as comfortable as possible while watching something that makes me happy and distracts me from feeling badly. Like Buffy, Brooklyn 99 or F.r.i.e.n.d.s

27: Talk aboutyour favorite part of someone else’s body.

My dog’s tail is fluffy and adorable just like the rest of her! :)

29: Talk aboutwhat turns you on.

I feel like I’ve talked about this before, but open-minded people who aren’t afraid of having frank, honest conversations in which the express their opinions. Girls are beautiful and physically most parts of girls’ bodies honestly turn me on buuuut again, too awkward for this discussion on the net.

30: Talk aboutwhat turns you off.

Close-minded and bigoted people disgust me!

31: Talk aboutwhat you think death is like.

I’m not really sure, but a quote from John Green’s Looking For Alaska comes to mind: “Thomas Edison’s last words were “It’s very beautiful over there”. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”

32: Talk abouta place you remember from your childhood.

When I was younger my grandparents lived in this big, yellow house in the countryside and I remember it as this bright, warm and very positive place! It was surrounded by  a large, dark forest that my grandma used to call The Forest of Fairy Tales” and in their huge garden they had an abundance of sweet berries and I had a legit fort my grandpa had built for me at the edge of the forest. I really miss that place, almost as much as I miss my grandma!

33: Talk aboutwhat you do when you are sad.

Pretty much the same thing I do when I’m sick, I try to drink gallons of tea, stay comfy and watch something lighthearted and uplifting. Listening to Taylor Swift also helps me a lot if I feel down. The sound of her voice makes me feel at home and reminds me that things are gonna be okay, ya feel?

34: Talk aboutthe worst physical pain you’ve endured.

As a kid with cerebral palsy I pretty much grew up in hospitals and was subject to a lot of pretty painful stuff before I even turned ten, as a result my pain threshold is very high. Despite this I can’t really say breaking my wrist in a biking accident at about nine didn’t suck.

35: Talk aboutthings you wish you could stop doing.

I wish I could stop clinging to some of the more unhealthy coping mechanisms I have when it comes to my mental illness…Like I wish I’d stop starving myself and make myself sleep deprived on purpose and stuff…That’s not really healthy and I wish I didn’t cling to these things and instead could find healthier ways to deal with bad mental health situations. I’m working on this though!

36: Talk aboutyour guilty pleasures.

I don’t believe in guilt associated with interests of any kind. If I like something I like it, plain and simple!

37: Talk aboutsomeone you thought you were in love with.

This boy that sat next to me in my eighth grade math class, he was super nice and we were friends. Secretly though I was like OBSESSED with him, it was actually kinda cute. Sadly for 14 year old me I was too shy to ask him out though, which was just as well since it was clearly compulsory again and I was really crushing super hard on the cool punk girl in my social studies class who I just thought i really, really, REALLY wanted to be friends with at the time…I was too shy to talk to her too though sooo

39: Talk aboutthings you wish you’d known earlier.

That it’s okay to be both disabled and queer, the belief that you couldn’t caused me to stay in the closet (even to myself) for far longer than I needed to. you’re not “too much” just because you happen to be part of several minority groups, never forget that, kids!

40: Talk aboutthe end of something in your life.

When I was 13 I finally broke contact with my biological father and that was the end of a cycle of mental and psychological abuse. It was one of the best decision I’ve ever made and the most cathartic ending to any period  in my life so far. 

Thanks for all those questions, Bellz and sorry it took some time for me to answer them, I’ve had a busy week!

[severalbakuras]

GUESS WHO JUST FINISHED VOLTRONNNN season 2.

fun fact you can talk all about spoilers now so long as they aren’t spoilers for the next season.

wait that makes them not spoilers.

ehhghgh whatever.

episode 9: ‘oh hunk!’ intro Weak Start.

lance hun you’re trying way too hard.

“am i sensing a trip back to the space mall here?” YESSS

“i’m afraid not” fuck you

yay keith and hunk hang out!

that hug with shiro awwww

oh wait so i must’ve missed something in the last episodes where allura found out keith was half galra?? like i don’t recall her being told unless everything was being cast over the comlink or something. unless she was told off-screen. maybe i just forgot lol that sounds like me.

either way aaaaaaaaa that look. aaaaa keith’s face as he gets on the spaceship. my boy ;A;

that coran and allura hug.

wow that planet looks a lot like argus. zarkon i know you’re tough but i don’t think you’ll last too long against kil’jaeden you should probably get out of his airspace before he replaces every single one of your soldiers with disguised demons and recruits haggar because by god can she do better.

i mean kj doesn’t look like much but he does tell sargeras, his master and the guy who’s wiped out literally all of the life in the universe except for azeroth, to fuck off with that weak promises bullshit and take the invasion into his own hands.

what is your story harassed birdfaced druid. you don’t seem like you’re enjoying this.

i kinda like how hunk’s talking actually. like, he’s not being Weird about keith’s galra-ness. it’s a little blunt and awkward in its own way but he’s not acting like this is some mind-changing revelation that he has to wrestle with, it’s just a thing and he’s curious about it even if it’s in a rather insensitive manner. but it hasn’t rly changed how he sees keith.

coran could sell me anything.

so quintessence can be naturally consumed by these whale things and form new planets and solar systems. does this mean perhaps haggar had a whale farm back when she started working with the stuff. does this mean she perhaps had a ‘free willy’ moment with a space whale as a rebellious teen.

don’t take that mental image from me.

i like that there’s more than one type of giant space animal in this show. more giant space monsters plz.

FUCK ME THAT THING IS COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GIANT SPACE WHALESHARK

if that’s a baby/adolescent thingie then i hope the adults have the same voice. i also hope it’s the same one and it recognizes coran’s voice on the video and that’s how they get their materials.

oh no thace D:

good job chilling him out keith.

aaa that moment when your random crack ship gets a little something, makes me wanna x3 like it’s 2006 and i’m roleplaying on neopets.

oh shit it’s a galra.

aaaaa bombs in enclosed spaces are a Bad idea don’t do that again keith!!

hunk no.

those are some good Principles you got there keith.

did they get a guest animator in to do the bacterial tentacle thing’s movements? looks very anime-esque in its fluidity.

i like that the galran person is like ‘... seriously?’ at hunk’s plan.

thace no there is nothing more suspicious than trying to evade your tail.

oh no mysterious galran :((( otoh they could’ve easily taken way more than just one bag, AND killed keith so i’d disagree with ‘just like the rest of them’. maybe next season we’ll see them again. considering how long it was in there like enough for organs to grow around it, i wonder if we’ll get a ‘oh god the galra have changed while i’ve been away’ moment like lapis had on returning to homeworld. the armor looks so different and all.

hunk you ass - but it’s kinda the same thing as before. he’s keeping it kinda light. like i don’t think lance for example would be able to pull off the same jabs without it sounding more accusatory.

episode 10: i’m nearly at the end of the second season and i’ve only just noticed that lance pulls a sorta y face in his opening intro clip.

Pidge Intensifies

damn good reflexes shiro i’m sure that loose plating on the outside won’t come into play later :)))))))) (late edit: i don’t think it did. huh. i don’t know storytelling).

zarkon this is not the time for your solo a cappella cover of gimme more.

“why have you stopped” “sir you are literally dying” -kills person- -doesn’t seem to realize that killing someone makes them stop forever and now it’s going to be an even slower process with one element missing-

zarkon you fuckwit.

ugh lance.

who is that being tortured. that’s not a typical galra voice it almost sounds human. is that pidge’s bro?? they’re not gonna yank her away from her brother when she’s this close again are they???????

OH NO I THINK IT IS

AAAAA DOES THIS TORTURER GUY HAVE A GIANT SECRET GALRA CAT THAT’S ADORABLE.

i cant decide if i like laika slav or slav slav better. must’ve been slav he was torturing.

i id with slav slav making and remaking his bed way too much only my thing is checking the time and setting my alarm and resetting my alarm and checking the back door is locked at least 5+ times haahaha. haa...

oh so they’re straight up condensing sokka’s whole character arc into lance now huh. is this the same studio as avatar/korra? i thought the art style was familiar.

oh no pidge don’t get distracted now D:

‘yupper’ aaaaaaaye

GOOD GIRL LAIKA (PLEASE DON’T END UP LIKE ANOTHER LAIKA...)

holy shit he just went all xavius on everyone.

NONONONO YOU FUCKERS BETTER NOT KILL LAIKA SLAV YOU WILL BE ON MY SHITLIST IF SHE GETS TRAPPED IN SPACE

he saved her....... interrogator of my heart........ this guy can be the Problematic one in my group of galra who should make their own club (this includes the chef dude, the mall cop and the mysterious whale galra).

haggar babe PLEASE shove him into space. do it. space is right there no one will think otherwise if you say he thought he saw the black lion and went running after it. DO IT HAGGAR.

episode 11: i just realized that allura has the same voice actress as jasper that is some fucking range ms brooks a+.

allura you’re adorable.

oh allura ;A; coran too ;A;

SHAY SHAY SHAY GIMME MY ROCK GIRL

awww shay hunk’ll come next time i promise.

THACE NO YOU IDIOT.

holy SHIT allura you lifted THAT

aww shay hugged her ♥ EAT THE STEW ALLURA

oh fuck no not that robot again

THACE NO THAT’S AN OBVIOUS TRAP

slav exists in so many quantum states i yearn for that level.

missed opportunity for the black lion to grab the yellow lion by the scruff but ok

black lion goes all sif on us with that mouth blade nice

red lion’s NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN powers activate! alternative name WHO HIT MY BOY

pidge bloodbends again. i have a concerne.

voltron just looks... so dumb...

oh damn. good try hunk but uh. ouch.

interesting that keith’s still standing behind her for the teledove scene tho. i guess he’s just kinda accepted that she’s Not Happy with him. that’s sad.

awww coran ;AAAAAAAA;

aww guys.....

“we can’t fail.” you’re gonna fail. just by saying that.

holy shit haggar!!!!!

episode 12: wow everyone’s being the comic relief today.

oh fuck keith no.

idk i’m not sure how i feel about that whole bit actually. kinda feels like they had a longer arc in mind for keith and allura but then remembered they only had one more episode after it. kinda felt smushed in.

hang in there thace. no NOT BY FALLING FOR THE SAME TRICK TWICE AAA

zarkon you dumb fuck. LISTEN TO HAGGAR.

hot damn thace and keith make a good team.

thace goes from 0-suicide bomb in like two seconds damn nevermind.

haggar why the FUCK haven’t you gone on the offensive personally before now??? that door was like paper!!!

THAAAAAACE NO

WHO HURT MY BOY MODE ACTIVATE again

this is going Too Well...

episode 13: LISTEN TO HAGGAR. YOU MORON. OH MYYY GOD.

zarkon stop killing the people who are trying to help you do the thing it makes the living people do the thing slower.

so his secret weapon is an eva?

have i mentioned that i love the explicit magi-tech in this series because i do i love it.

not an eva then. looks like a rejected final fantasy robot boss form.

TAKE UP ARMS ALLURA CRUSH HIM

OH FUCK

OH FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAA

haggar love yourself dump his ass soon plz. we have NOTHING explaining your devotion to him or his cause despite how often he ignores you.

ALLURA VS HAGGAR OH YES BRING IT

she has a STICK OF VENGEANCE

and keith seamlessly steps into place when shiro’s out for the count noice

aaaa i don’t want any more of the blades to die, keith needs some galra role models who aren’t dead.

AHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU ZARKON

OH

OOOOOOH MY GOD

I

KINDA

DID I

CALL THAT I CAN’T

I THINK I CALLED THAT?

KINDA?? ??

????????????????????????

need to reread my own write-ups lol.

EITHER WAY

C

I

V

I

L

W

A

R

IT COULD’VE ACTUALLY HAPPENED MAYBE I CALLED THAT TOO

I CAN DREAM

cmon hagger you’re smarter than this you didn’t need to power her up again.

FUCK YEAH ALLURA SPIRIT BOMB THAT SHIT

honestly compared to that the voltron vs robo zarkon just looks like two plastic toys thwacking around in space. v. boring.

NEVERMIND NEVERMIND I TAKE IT BACK

is he dead i hope zarkon’s dead

oh no shiro

keith ;A;

um.

UM.

SHIRO.

SHIRO THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO Read At 12:30 6/15/17 YOUR SQUAD.

oh fuck no zarkon’s alive????? god i hope she has a good reason to keep saving his ass.

her facial expression while he was unconscious. please let that reason not be love. honey you can do better. colran for example. date him. date a man who respects you. date a man who can make you laugh.

prince lotor hmm. depending on how similar he looks to his father i bet any ships with him will be the Problematic ones. shit i do like villains tho maybe i shouldn’t judge.

i’ll probably post a retrospective/summing up of my feelings of what i’ve seen as a whole/theories for the future/ships etc tomorrow bc i left it way too late in the evening to marathon the last episodes lol.

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 12x16 “Ladies Drink Free”

HARRY POTTER REFERENCES IN THE COSTUME CHOICES. also Mick is a knockoff Cas and it’s weird

06:29pm

i was halfway through watching dan & phil’s liveshow and cackling out loud at the “clean me daddy” antics when i remembered there was something i was meant to be doing... oh yeah watching supernatural pfff

also my cat wilson has gone to sleep in mY SOCK DRAWER

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06:31

i JUST CHECKED WHO WROTE THIS AND IT’S MEREDITH GLYNN

I ACTUALLY GASPED IN EXCITEMENT

what a good

i saw the promos on instagram and i thought ehhh it looks cute, and i’m absolutely here for claire, and dean being pampered, but i was wary because it’s so hard to trust this show from the promos

or trust this show at all

DON’T FAIL ME MEREDITH GLYNN

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06:35pm

oh god i love claire so muuuch

i missed herrrr

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08:37

the bar is called “lucky badger”

there’s symbolism in there somewhere

i’m thinking of a) mark sheppard in firefly, b) crowley, c) hufflepuffs, d) anyone surly and british in a tux tbh which is probably the point

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06:38

always weird when the moon is obviously digitally transplanted into the frame, and the light is coming from a completely different angle

cool blue lighting in the forest though, nice shot

kinda looks like narnia

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06:40

this girl is so attractive to me, i’m all gooey inside ‘cause she’s so damn cute

i can’t deal with girls they’re all so beautiful

boys are okay, i’m only attracted to them if they’re hella pretty and display some kind of deep affinity for femininity, or are in some way sexually repressed (don’t judge me idk why) (also sometimes this isn’t true so IDK IDK IDK)

but GIRLS

OH GOD

i’d say maybe i’m attracted to femininity as a concept but ANDROGYNOUS AND MASCULINE GIRLS and NON BINARY PEOPLE also mess me up

everyone is so beautiful

and i’m mostly asexual

i don’t know what sexual people go through bUT IF IT’S ANYTHING LIKE THIS with the addition of lust?? HOW

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06:47

ALSO THE COLOURS THESE TWO ARE WEARING

they are absolutely hufflepuffs

thIS IS A HUFFLEPUFF THING RIGHT

BADGERS AND YELLOW

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06:49

dear pretty hufflepuff girl: your brother is a dickwad

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06:49

deaR PRETTY HUFFLEPUFF GIRL

I THINK YOU’RE A SLYTHERPUFF

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06:51

SHE BETTER STILL BE ALIVE :C :C :

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06:51

the bisexual colours on the map dean’s looking at tho

THE LIGHT POIINTING LIKE AN ARROW TOWARDS IT AND DEAN

AND SEPARATING IT FROM SAM

or, alternatively, it’s pointing sam at the map

depends on your interpretation i guess

bUT THERE’S SOME HARDCORE QUEER SYMBOLISM THERE EITHER WAY

NEW DIRECTOR: Amyn Kaderali

I THINK THEY GET IT

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06:55

OKAY BUT THE BMOL DON’T KNOW HOW TO CLEAN UP A BLOODSTAIN

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06:56

dean about mick: “world class repression”

eyyyy dean recognises what repression looks like in other queercoded characters

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06:56

oh good pretty girl did live

i missed her name though

...hayden foster? cute

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06:58

I HAVE NEVER SEEN SAM SAY “COOL” LIKE THAT

dean’s like (≖︿≖✿)

and sam’s like (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

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07:01

the harry potter references in this are giving me life

now i’m looking at all the colours in every shot and wondering if dean and sam are gonna be sorted by their costume choices

i think sam’s decidedly 50/50 hufflepuff-ravenclaw, and a smash of gryffindor on his shirt

i think dean’s meant to be neutral/unsorted right now, i’m expecting a costume change later

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07:04

quietly lowkey friendshipping sam/mick

(mick has a hufflepuff outer jacket with a ravenclaw shirt core)

(i’M REALLY ENJOYING THIS)

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07:07

DEAN’S EXCITED ABOUT THE THREE STAR HOTEL

HE’S GONNA HAVE A LONG BATH AND WRAP HIMSELF IN FUZZY TOWELS TONIGHT I CAN GUARANTEE IT

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07:08

“wild elk lodge” LIKE HARRY POTTER’S PATRONUS RIGHT. RIGHT??

also dean pinching something , probably edible

oh! mints

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07:10

DEAN SWIMMING NAKED IN A HOTEL POOL

where is cas

CAS WOULD’VE DIPPED HIS TOES IN, FROWNED A LOT, THEN BEEN YANKED INTO THE WATER BY DEAN

and he’d paddle like a puppy, frowning and complaining about how he doesn’t understand the point of this exercise, but secretly having fun

AND HE’D COME OUT OF THE WATER ALL SPIKY-HAIRED AND DEAN WOULD FORCEFULLY RUB HIS HEAD WITH A TOWEL AND THEN WHIP HIS ASS WITH IT WHILE GIGGLING

AND CAS WOULD HUFF AND FROWN 

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07:14

DeAN TRYING TO ACT ALL MACHO “i’ve had better nights sleep in my baby”

on the one hand, sure, sounds feasible, but on the other hand WHAT KINDA BULLSHIT YOU SPOUTING THERE SON

mick just tryna impress the boys

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07:19

those injuries are SO badly wrapped

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07:20

“she’s a lucky girl”

MICK NO

he’s gonna come back and try to kill her isn’t he

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07:21

love how claire is, by extension of cas, also associated with the gas-n-sip sunshine logo

CLAIRE IS SLYTHERIN ACCORDING TO HER JACKET

tell me, if these aren’t hogwarts house sorting clothes, why are they so accurate and symbolic?

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07:30

DEAN IS THAT YOUR TERRIBLE ACCENT

GOD HES SUCH A FUN + EMBARASSING DAD

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05:21

NOW CLAIRE’S RAVENCLAW WHEN SHE TAKES HER SLYTHERIN OUTER JACKET OFF AND LETS HER GUARD DOWN

AAAAAAH I’M LOVING THIS SO MUCH

IF YOU DIDN’T CATCH THIS HOGWARTS THING YOU’RE HONESTLY MISSING OUT THIS IS SO SATISFYING

THE DEER PATRONUS ON THE WALL ON THE BAR TOO

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07:35

DEAN THINKS DOWNTON ABBEY IS BORING???

i mean it’s slow but it’s far from boring

there were two dudes making out in the first episode as well, he definitely saw that

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07:36

dean stops claire from taking a beer

dean’s always in dad mode tbh

cas would be squinting right now

CAS IS HERE IN SPIRIT AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED

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07:38

love love love that dean’s alarmed by the word “grabby”

but i love EVEN MORE that claire is a big girl and she handled it

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07:39

claire: “your foreign exchange student is totally lame”

dean: “he’s sam’s best friend. nerd soulmates.”

called it

ALSO IF DEAN’S CALLING SAM AND MICK A THING THEN HE’S PROBABLY PROJECTING WHICH MEANS DEAN LIKES MICK???? ???

???????????

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07:41

dean: “go nuts. it’s on.. uh... harry potter”

1. DEAN DOING THE DAD THING

2. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE

3. HARRY POTTER REFERENCE BY DEAN

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07:43

Oh no

rip hayden foster

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07:44

THESE COLOURS THOUGH

all these ravenclaws

also i’m appreciating dean’s ravenlaw tie

heck yeah subtly smart!dean

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07:47

“skeezer”

skeeze + geezer i guess

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07:48

honestly this guy is just a knockoff cas

i want the real deal thanks

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07:51

SHOUTOUT TO “THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF”

wait is this season still running (i don’t wanna google it in case of spoilers)

man i’m so behind

i’m like three episodes into season 7, candice’s lipstick is my favourite thing besides the cool food (and mary berry)

DOES DEAN WATCH IT THOUGH

HE’D PROBABLY JACK OFF TO ALL THE PRETTY FOOD AND CUTE PEOPLE IMO

oh god i don’t wanna ship mick/dean but i cannot deny dean would have good reasoning to be more attracted to mick than ketch. mick is like the british cas. (WHERE IS CAS. I MISS CAS. SOMEONE BRING ME CAS in his hufflepuff coat and ravenclaw tie)

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07:56

neck tattoo dude to dean about claire: “what are you, her dad?”

yep

one of two, in fact

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07:59

dean: “i used to think the same thing”

WAS THAT ABOUT DEAN TAKING ORDERS FROM JOHN AND LATER REALISING THAT’S NOT A GOOD THING

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08:02

man you know an argument is well-written when you completely understand both sides of the fight

claire and sam both have really good points aaah

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08:04

MUSIC SEGUEING INTO A FIGHT SCENE

WOOO

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08:06

dean’s “everything’s gonna be Totally Fine!!! but not really” face is truly something to behold

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS CAS WHY HAVEN’T THEY CALLED HIM

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08:09

werewolf mice though

*tiny roar*

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08:10

dean: “you don’t get a vote on this”

claire: “it’s my life. i get all the votes”

the fact she said that quietly made it so powerful

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08:11

dean: “all right”

i feel like if cas were here he’d’ve done that flat-mouth looking-away slight-rolled-eyes huffy thing he does when dean says/does/decides something he doesn’t like

DEAN YOU’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH TO EXPLAIN TO CAS IF THIS GOES WRONG

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08:18

werewolf who tied claire up: “i’m a nice guy”

me: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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08:02

mick does the thing cas always does: sneaks up behind the baddie and kills them at the last moment

is this an overused trope? or is mick a cas parallel

(of course he’s a cas parallel, look at the goddamn coat)

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08:22

good, dean double-checks for claire’s consent before injecting her

good good

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08:28

mick looks so much like cas it’s disconcerting

he’s like slightly incorrect cas fanart come to life

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08:30

also apart from dean’s ravenclaw tie i don’t think he wore any house colours?? he’s the only character who didn’t. weird. i’d interpret that to mean he’s such a mystery on the outside, but the only thing he truly values is, in fact, wisdom. maybe??? if that’s true, that’s very interesting

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08:31

claire with gryffindor bravery worn over her heart now

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08:34

the end

GOOD

9/10

*mumbles to self* could’ve been improved by a call to cas at least, characters of colour with speaking roles and names (there was a background nurse for 2 seconds), and a bechdel test pass (i mean, there was texting between claire of jody, and a one-sided voicemail). this also had a few uses of the b-word (except they were used by characters who exist to be hated, and claire reclaimed it to use against a dude (unsure if she meant it to emasculate him?))

but other than that, VERY GOOD

i am le satisfied and i am lacking the feeling of malcontent i get after watching some episodes of this show

i hope meredith glynn is seen as a heroine in the writer’s room

god i miss cas so much ;~; WHY IS CAS EVEN GONE THOUGH

@ meredith glynn please include cas next time we love him very much and this show isn’t quite right without him, and when he’s not even mentioned it’s kind of upsetting, especially after the show makes a point of insisting he’s family

(on that note, where was mary too???) (i mean, i get it though. a writer can’t just fit every character into a story that’s not about them. this was a claire + dean + mick episode, and a bit of sam. cas would’ve changed the dynamic and taken away from the importance of dean + claire. but still, a mention would’ve been appreciated y’know??)

ANYWAY THIS WAS GOOD

THAT’S ALL FOLKS, CATCH YA ON THE FLIPSIDE

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 9x21: “King of the Damned”

THEN: Angel civil war.It is now Cas versus Metatron. Gadreel is working for Metatron. “Poughkepsie” is a Winchester code word; it means “drop everything and run”. The Winchesters have their reasons to hate Gadreel. Gadreel himself is starting to lose patience with Metatron. Abaddon, a Knight of Hell. She and Crowley have been competing for the throne to Hell. The First Blade can kill a Knight. You need the Mark of Cain to use the Blade. Hellhounds. Crowley’s addicted to human blood

Leith, Scotland. 1723.

Abaddon’s interfering with timelines. Wonderful.

RIP man. Killed by Abaddon.

“...and distracted her while another gull swooped in --”

“Oh, I can't tell you how great it feels to finally have a night off, right, guys?”

“Uh, this other seagull came --”

...awkward.

Should’ve kept your big mouth shut, buddy.

“These are dangerous times. You have to be careful what you say.” Really tho.

How does Cas keep getting bomb ass intros?!

Cas took a page from Bartholomew’s book. Cas’ setup looks like Bart’s, except bigger and better.

AWWW. HE WAS SO HAPPY TO HUG THEM.

“So this war between angels is really gonna happen, huh?” It’s been happening, Sam.

The lighting makes Dean’s eyes look black. It’s unsettling.

Cleveland, Ohio.

“So, here's the thing, boys and girls -- we have a crisis. Admittedly, a crisis of my own making. In my extended absence, where I handled sensitive matters of state, Abaddon made inroads into my following, creating chaos. So I look to you, my trusted advisors, to restore confidence, to soothe those jangled nerves.”

“The king is back, and the kingdom is once again on sound footing.”

Riveting speech, Crowley.

“You betrayed me? No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.” The word torture or a variation on the word torture was used 5 times in one sentence.

“Now, Crowley, let's talk turkey. I know you helped the Winchesters get their hands on the First Blade, yes? And I'm hearing that one of them also has the mark of Cain -- all bad news, since the Blade is the one thing that can bring about my --”

“Utter destruction.”

“To be indelicate. But here's the thing, pet -- same goes for you. And once I'm gone, who do you think's next on those cute boys' list? That's right. So let's get real. Join me in taking out the Winchesters and that ridiculous Blade, and then we'll deal with each other.”

Huh, didn’t Dick Roman pull a similar move?

“Gavin, honey, say hello to daddy.” Well, except for the “bringing the son back” thing.

Might want to interfere anytime and stop this torture, Crowley.

Bad cop/good cop this, nice.

OH wait, no. We’re going taunting cops.

“Buddy, the gates are sealed. No one can get in.”

“Who said anything about gates? You don't need gates when you have a private portal.”

“Right. If there was a doorway on earth, the angels would've sensed it.”

“Yeah, you can't hide something like that.”

“No.”

“You can if it moves around from place to place, if it's wherever the boss wants it to be.”

Played him like a gosh darn fiddle.

“You are not my father. My father was Fergus MacLeod, a simple tailor. A drunk, a monster.”

“Sounds about right.”

Pfft.

“A lot can change in 291 years.”

“Can you cook a pigeon on it?” lmao. I guess??

“Are we in heaven, then? You must be angels!” Oh nooo.

“You're a fan. Just 'cause you're hot for Metatron... ...or Bieber or Beckham... Just 'cause you know everything about them doesn't mean that you actually know them.”

“Or that they even know you exist.”

I feel personally attacked by this.

“Dim bulb. No wonder he got bumped.”

“Yeah. ‘Ground forces’? ‘Elite secret squad’? What's Metatron gearing up for?”

“I don't know -- why don't we shove somebody through the back door of heaven and find out. Oh, wait. No. It's portable and can't be found.”

Y’all still got a hefty amount of info. Good job on that.

“Not just any demon. I'm the king -- the king of Hell! And there you were, worried the old man wouldn't amount to much.”

lol

RIP Ezra.

“Okay. Well, I'm gonna say it. Maybe your operation's been hacked. You know, Metatron's got somebody on the inside.”

“I was sure everyone here was loyal. Finally united by a common cause.”

“Well, that's the problem. See, you don't think anybody's lying. I think everybody's lying. It's a gift.”

That’s a problem too.

“He didn't possess me completely -- more like we, uh... shared housing. I was still me.” I doubt Dean will have this exact experience. Well actually, he did have control when he went and killed Lucifer; after that, AU!Michael took over completely.

“Did you ever feel threatened?”

“No. More that he... wasn't at rest, l-like he had unfinished business. Now that we know more about him, I-I'd say he felt misunderstood.”

There’s the key.

"’Why do I hate you’?!”

“I mean, I beat you, starved you, came home drunk, beat you some more, woke up hungover, and, yeah, I beat you.”

Jeez.

“If you're a king... that would make me... Prince?”

“And you say I've never given you anything. A title!”

Pfft.

“And if I was to accept you as my father, you could keep me from eternally burning in hell? No matter my sins?”

“You're negotiating with me? That's my boy.”

Like father, like son.

Crowley didn’t tell Gavin about the sunken ship?

“You have a reputation for honor.” Well, that’s nice.

“In some circles. As for reputations, yours precedes you.” I don’t know if you should’ve started on that foot.

“I know you truly believe it's for the greater good, but you've placed your faith in the wrong master.” Cas recognized his own bad decisions in Gadreel. He’s trying to help him.

RIP 2 assassin angels. Killed by Cas.

RIP angel. Killed by another angel.

Dean’s still struggling with the Mark.

Oh dear.

First, retrieving the First Blade.

“Oh! Come on, Crowley! You really, uh, uh, have to hide the Blade in a corpse? Not -- not with a corpse but in a corpse?” Of course he did.

Hellhounds.

“Juliet? It's papa. Stand down. *She does.* You’re welcome.”

(Irrelevant-ish, but who controls the hellhounds now that Crowley is dead?)

Good lord, it’s been a while since I’ve been utterly disgusted by this show.

Look, we got the Blade.

“You do? Well, you need to get it here at once. Cleveland, Humboldt Hotel. Penthouse, of course. When you get here, I'll take you to Abaddon. I'll draw her out, and then you can skewer the ignorant hag. *To Abaddon* Just selling it.”

lmao, sure.

“Oh, and, Dean, you need to get a move on. It's a good day's drive from Poughkeepsie.” Using the code word...

“So, we good?”

“Yeah.”

Liar McLiarface.

“Nice. But here's the thing -- you've been plotting with those boys for some time now. When they get here, it'll be you, the Winchesters, the First Blade, and little, old me in one place. Now, I don't mind stiff odds, but ...let's be reasonable.“

*She shoots Crowley with a devil’s trap bullet.*

Abaddon was smart as hell.

“I never would have agreed to meet if I thought concealed assassins were going to try and attack you. I hope you know that.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Even though you and I are on opposite sides in this situation, I believe there must be honor, even in matters of war.”

Damn you, Gadreel. I like you so much.

“I want you to stay right where you are. Just give me reports on what Metatron is planning and when he will strike.”

“And the honor we were speaking of?”

“Obviously, Metatron has someone inside my camp. It's how he knew we were meeting. Just fighting fire with fire. Consider my offer.”  

Do it, Gadreel!!

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a sec. We should give this place a once-over before we go up there. Crowley said he thought he saw some demons headed down to the basement. He'd have checked it out himself, but if word got back to Abaddon that he'd been seen...”

“When did he say all this?”

“On the phone.”

Your pants should be on fire, you goddamn liar.

RIP demon. Killed by Dean.

Sam, the action’s somewhere else!!!

The lamp hitting Crowley is so unintentionally hilarious.

Abaddon’s laughing, but she’s also struggling like hell to fight Dean.

RIP Abaddon. Killed by Dean.

ALRIGHT BUDDY YOU CAN STOP NOW.

Dean’s hand is just covered in blood...

“You could at least -- aah! -- help me with this.”  

Out comes the bullet.

“You get that he's got to go back, right? To his own time?” Not for another 3 years.

“Can I at least say goodbye? I'll cheer the day when the last trace of humanity leaves me.”

lmao

Now Crowley tells Gavin about the failed voyage. “The ship went down? Well, that's a good fit with the rest of my life.”

“Goodbye, Gavin. Oh, uh... Don't go mentioning that whole ‘Prince of Hell’ thing. Doesn't play too well in most circles.” Ooohh. I’m just now remembering the actual Princes of Hell. Ha.

“I didn't tell you about the warning because I knew exactly what you would do. You would make sure that you were right alongside me going in that room.” Duh doy.

“I had to go it alone, Sammy.”

“Oh. Of course. So it was just another time where you had to protect me.”

I’m with Sam here.

“I'm starting to think the Blade is doing something else, too.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Demonizing you.

Do they not wear their seatbelts??

“No.”

Another single word that sent chills up my spine.