#finding the lost verse

[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[flowers-and-dndoc]

Lost Until You’re Found Snippet

Rogue’s never been in love before, and he’s starting to wonder if this is what it feels like.

He’s imagined a hundred different ways of the Doctor sweeping in and taking him away from this place. More than that, he’s been starting to imagine the after - the Doctor, coming back to Rogue’s ship and pouting about the mess until Rogue finally cleans up; the Doctor showing off more of his own impossible ship; the two of them curled up in a bed together; the two of them making breakfast in Rogue’s ship’s tiny kitchen; the two of them holding hands and walking through alien sunsets and sunrises and everything in between. It’s cheesy and cliche and much more domestic than any self-respecting bounty hunter should be fantasizing about, but given how he got into this predicament in the first place he’s not sure he really qualifies as a good bounty hunter anymore anyway.

He thinks kissing the Doctor again - slow, lazy kisses with no goodbye attached to them, no deceit. He thinks about burying his hands in that beautiful dark hair, about pulling the other man’s body close against his, about kissing and kissing and kissing until neither of them can remember their own name and-

“You know, I of all people am no expert, but from what I’ve read that does sound like being in love,” Rogue jumps as he hears Red’s voice beside him.

“It’s not like that,” Rogue says on instinct. Red gives him the look they tended to reserve for when Rogue had spent a few too many minutes staring after a hot guy and was trying to maintain a shred of dignity by denying it.

“Then what is it like?” they ask him, arching an eyebrow. He sighs.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I just-” I just don’t want to replace you, he thinks but can’t say. Red, being a figment of his imagination, hears the words anyway.

“You know I’d want you to move on. I don’t want you to spend your life miserable on my behalf,” they say.

[theofficialuriel]

is All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift Timber-Post-Grieves-Coded or am I projecting?

[bipherpol]

In regards to the Nico siblings AU, have you heard the theory that Robin's father is Monkey D. Dragon? I ask only because the mental image of Lucci slowly realizing that Luffy is their half-brother is hilarious.

Like, there's definitely joy because he's not the only younger sibling anymore, but also LUFFY is their younger brother. This is alarming and confusing and Jabra will laugh himself sick.

i had not heard that theory but that is hilarious. lucci would be absolutely horrified at finding out he's related to luffy. like, yay he's not the youngest, but... luffy. lucci strongly considers asking to be adopted by someone else rather than be related to luffy.

(and garp. imagine looking at garp and realizing he's your grandfather.)

[rambles-on-dragon-age]

I'm still working towards "In Your Heart Shall Burn" in DAI, but I've gotten enough beginning energy to do the Eorzea x Thedas crossover AU.

So if you'd like to avoid the probably extensive posts going forward this is your warning before I share my absolute brain rot about the idea lol tag to block is :

{{ reflections writ in crystal }} ::// Eorzean Lost and Found

[primegrim]

      "" i'm home , i'm home . . . in desperate need to sleep for a couple of days , but ——— ""

|| @tempestforged liked for a starter ——— capitano !

[sxilor-1010]

How does Egon being a robot effect the plot of Ghostbusters? Asking as someone with very minimal peripheral understanding of Ghostbusters, but wants to give you an excuse to Go Off. Please educate me about this, I will read the response and be nodding appropriately throughout, even though I have none of the context

Thank you for giving me a chance to go off, and apologies if this ask was answered a few hours late! I got distracted rewatching Frozen Empire with some friends while multitasking on answering this ask- XD TW that there will be mentions of gore at the very beginning. While not shown any images or references (for obvious reasons), I want to put this here so people wouldn't get upset for not putting a warning in the first place.

To sum up a quick basis of this AU During a bust with a pretty nasty Class 7 Demon in a robotics factory, there was... a fatal accident in which Egon was brutally killed. (I'm talking sliced in half horizontally with a decapitated head to rub ectoplasm in the wound.) Out of the other injuries this ghost caused on the guys, (the least injured was Winston while Peter almost getting his eye sliced out of his skull) they were for sure traumatized seeing Egon's head croak with his last living breaths. It was hard to break the news to Janine once they got back, and the funeral was hard to sit through after seeing the stitches on Spengler's body and head in an attempt to make him look like a normal corpse. Safe to say things were awfully quiet around the Firehouse for a good while... Until the four were called to the robotic company by the people running it. The entire thing felt like a Faustian bargain, a promise that seemed too perfect to be true, but it was the least the company could do to make up for the fatal loss of Egon Spengler. It took a bit of convincing and effort in trying to electrically transfer memories and thoughts into a machine while working on the most humanoid body the company could. All the Ghostbusters could do was wait. Then, a delivery at the firehouse doors and a giant human wooden sized crate sat at the front of the door. All of them carried it up to the lab, and opened it. Laying in a heavy amount of packaging peanuts and styrofoam was Egon Spengler. The 'skin' on his body was merely realistic rubber, every detail of any freckles or birthmarks was nailed right down to the bone. His hair, while a bit shiny for any normal human being, remained its beautiful dark brown while looking curly as sheep's wool. It's only when the sounds of whirring and the brightness of blue eyes shined on the four. A couple clicks from Egon's eyes as his head turned to look at his surroundings, his friends... "...Well, this is certainly different."

[incendiorum-arch]

I really enjoy writing things that give away io's trust in a person. how much lu likes a person or acts with them is a direct link to how much io trusts them. i.e. lu is most affectionate (besides with io) with latona, who is someone io trusts the most they themself possibly can.

[mizuurei]

i had this random thought like "c!miz couldn't fix c!dream but she could make him act the exact same way he does with c!wilbur" which was immediately followed by "c!miz and c!wilbur... my god. imagine all the hamilton they'd be quoting"

GOD, YOU’RE SO RIGHT

c!Dream- oh god, not another one…

c!Miz, stopping mid introduction- ………what do you mean another?

c!Miz would probably mostly quote the Schuyler sisters (just with a more sinister undertone) and Burr and then immediately square up to duel c!Wilbur any time he opened his mouth to spout Burr quotes because “oh no you don’t, don’t you dare quote Aaron burr to me you snake, you bring your sneaky king George soundin’ acting ass at dawn with guns drawn or so help me-“

I love how similar they are but also how much they would fucking LOATHE each other. c!Miz would definitely be the Greater DSMP parallel to c!Wilbur and L’Manberg. Bitch would HATE L’Manberg 😂

[flowers-and-dndoc]

Lost Until You’re Found Snippet 11/3

In his dreams, Rogue is back in 1813.

He’s dancing with the Doctor, spinning in slow circles together with his hands resting on the Doctor’s shoulders, the Doctor’s hands pressed just below his shoulder blades, holding him close. The Doctor swallows, and Rogue can’t help but trace the movement with his eyes; everything about the Doctor is so, so beautiful, from the curve of his throat to the cut of his jawline to his brilliantly soft lips…

In this dream, there is no one watching; they are the only ones in the room, and they have all the time in the world together - no murderous Chuldur to hunt down or draw out. In the dream, he does what he didn’t do in reality in that moment - gently, he lifts a hand from the Doctor’s shoulder and rests it on the back of the Doctor’s head, pulling the other man into a kiss. The Doctor’s lips are as soft as he remembers, and are honey-sweet against his tongue. The Doctor’s grip on Rogue tightens, and for one pure, blissful moment, everything is perfect.

And then without warning, Rogue’s fingers close around empty air, and there’s nothing left of the Doctor but a sickly sweet scent in the air flutter of flower petals gently drifting to the ground.

[convxction]

ooc. LMAO I IMAGINE EVERY TIME CHROM IS SO CLOSE TO ARREST SYLUS HE SENDS MEPHISTO WITH A MESSAGE THAT SAYS "close. next time, blue hunter." AND CHROM GOES ON HIS WANDERERS DESTROYING RAMPAGE BECAUSE THIS ASSOHOLE IS CRAFTY HOW CAN HE READ HIS MOVES.

also chrom who gets tricked by sylus' pranks every time because he will stop and help everyone even if they are just 'hinderances' haha. suffer krumb.

[steinwayandhissons]

i dunno why im so obsessed now bc it’s the middle of july but they should bring back the fluorescent adolescent/last christmas mashup with matt on lead vocals like they did during the humbug tour

[deathfavor]

@aknightwithnosword said: that's the best deal you're gonna get. // huaxuan ~

no country for old men sentence starters

He Xuan pressed his lips together, staring at the rain pouring down in heavy sheets outside the aquarium doors. The heavy rain made an already oppressive night seem even darker, and he sure as hell didn't want to walk through that to get home. He'd be beyond soaked and freezing. His glanced towards Hua Cheng out of the corner of his eye, unsurprised to find him beaming and seeming pleased with himself.

( If he genuinely fought, he's sure Hua Cheng would still insist on driving him back to his dilapidated apartment. )

" Fine. " He Xuan sighed, arms folded across his chest and refusing to look directly at Hua Cheng. He'd probably be looking like something between a smug fox and a child on Christmas morning.

It wasn't, in fact, a bad deal. God knows He Xuan's stomach was starving and a hot meal sounded much better than stale crackers and whatever else he could find. He really couldn't understand Hua Cheng. Helping around at this aquarium when he clearly didn't need the money nor was he even getting paid for it. ( Except maybe in sneaky makeouts - a thought that almost had He Xuan turning red. ) And He Xuan knew plenty well he hadn't been the most welcoming. And yet here he still was. As determined and persistent as ever. Still...liking him.

" I accept the deal. Dinner. And then right to dropping me off, that's the deal. " He Xuan repeats, finally letting his icy gaze properly focus as he turns to look at him. Nevermind the ungodly hour it was - dinner was dinner. That was the plan at least. Who knew if it would actually stay to that.

[pohlepen]

In the darkest part of the night he stood, the only thing defining him out the shadows he blended with; the glow of his cigarette tip. The flaming cherry flare reflects off his nocturnal eyes. Stepping out, suddenly visible, he speaks; his voice matching the smoke that billows from between his lips, “Howdy”.

       a shudder runs along her spine as she steps into the bite of the night, lighter stuttering in her hands at the broken pledge of a nicotine fix. her frustration shifts to errant surprise, a hiccup of unease help in her chest held like a pinky promise at the wraithlike figure looming in the near dark.  the dread of any prey animal keeps her still, but pulse-thumping self preservation kicks in and her mouth curls up in a toothy smile. she knows him, doesn't she?  he's like a flavor of something breathed in another room, behind a closed and locked door.  but here exists a whispered familiarity.   ❝  it’s a little late, if y’wanted a dance,  ❞    cigarette plucked from between her lips, she shrugs.    ❝  but i guess i can make an exception, if you let me borrow your lighter.  ❞    her eyes don’t leave his face, doe-eyed and deliberate.    ❝  help a girl out.  ❞

[tvrningout-a]

IMAGES OF HISAKAWA CHIYOKO

" over and over again, i sink my teeth into my weakly self because in this world riddled with mistakes, i want to make sure you can smile. i don't want to lose anyone anymore. "

pg. 3/∞

[flowers-and-dndoc]

Whumptober Day 1: Hanahaki AU snippet

Where are you, Doctor, Rogue thinks, staring out into the darkness of the empty dimension. Are you coming for me? Will you make it in time? He wonders if the Doctor is coughing up flowers too, or if it’s something Time Lords pass on, but don’t experience. He wonders if the Doctor is even aware of the bond that’s formed between them - he isn’t sure how psychically strong the Doctor was, after all. It’s possible that he’s got no idea what’s formed between them, that Rogue was just a one night distraction to him. Maybe by now he’s simply forgotten about Rogue and moved on with his life…

A hard lump of flower petals forces itself into his throat at that thought, and Rogue coughs and coughs, trying to hack it up. His throat is raw and his lungs burn when he finally spits out a bough of small pink flowers.

There’s also a few drops of blood that splatter across the ground along with the flowers, but if Rogue chooses to ignore this, it’s not like there’s anyone else here who would call him on it.