#hi salem i love u salem

[charmwisp]

“I gues the owner doesn't see the need to keep it warm in here when business is slow,” said Rika, between one tidy mouthful of her lunch, of which she quickly dabbed her lips and sets the very napkin used down on her lap. “Supposedly, people are also more likely to believe something wonderful and supernatural is happening when they get a chill up their spine but I think that's just an excuse.” This revelation was punctuated with a knowing smile, a chime of laughter falling from her lips. There was much about Anchorage that left something to be desired but, if nothing else, Rika had gotten a lot better at speaking her mind since coming here. The girl who had first stepped soil on US soil two years ago had been timid and easily startled. Somehow, scrambling to find answers to unanswerable questions and fighting to be taken seriously had brought out a confidence in her she'd never known. She still considered herself a polite woman but there was something nice about not panicking through every conversation, all for fear you might have unknowingly said something untoward.

Speaking of confidence, the answer she received was an intriguing one; this was the answer of someone who knew precisely where they stood on the subject and were wholly certain of that fact. “I think I might actually be somewhere in between,” said Rika, after a few quiet moments of sincere, careful thought. She'd been the one to ask the question in the first place but she had never quite made peace with her own opinion. “I'm not denying anything, I think there's a possibility. The world is full of a lot of strange things. But maybe I'm afraid to go any further than just a maybe because it's a lot to think about.”

She titled her head to one side, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. For a lot of the year, she hadn't been sleeping well at all so, if taking that idea literally, what difference did it really make? “I've heard of people being haunted by apparitions in their dreams, in a way that simply can't just be their subconscious mind making things up...is that something similar?” A sincere enquiry wearing the disguise of a casual suggestion; maybe if this stranger knew so much about the supernatural, she might have something helpful to say, something to make sense of the dreams Rika had been having or that strange puppet Millie had encountered. She'd all but forgotten her lunch now, having dived so readily into this conversation. “My colleague told someone here, a client, he was being haunted. They had a lot of interesting theories about things but I don't know if they'd lie about something like that. It makes me wonder if it could be true.”

The ghost hunting medium had set out on a quest to hoard resources for the crew's upcoming haunt, which meant dusting books off the library shelves and getting acquainted with the locals who convened with spirits themselves. Salem had no problems whatsoever in enmeshing with society; she had done it all before, foregoing an inflated ego for the sake of flaunting appearances for the New York City Ballet. Nowadays, she was another face in the crowd except for the niche who were interested in tuning into the team's television spot, but playing cards of niceties was a surefire guarantee for what you coveted.

When she stepped into the Raven House, however, the gloom that suffocated the oxygen out of the room hit her square in the face, and she had to grip a hand to her chest as if she were struggling for a pocket of air, floating in the odysseys of space. Pulling her cropped jacket closer to her person, she walked with purpose toward the front desk, remarking flatly, "It feels like I've stepped into a pothole of cold air. Is it always like this in here?" Anchorage was a wasteland of snow and sleet, but by comparison, it was a warm hug from the subtle amount of sunshine that lingered. Sitting down in one of the chairs in wait of the next available opening, she arched her brows, taking only a moment to process before answering confidently, "I think there are only two people in the world: people who believe in ghosts and people who are denying that they exist because it makes it easier for them to sleep at night. Humans have a phenomenal capacity for ignorance in the way that other mammals don't. Which is a detriment to survival, if you ask me. So which one of the two types are you?"

[j-rye]

bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666

[drpoisonoaky]

In spain (not sure if this happens in some other countries) you can’t adopt black cats in october because some people sacrifice them in shitty rituals.

Also many people don’t want them cuz they believe they might bring bad luck.

Anyways heres some pics of my black cat cuz its the best thing that ever happened to me and more people should adopt them and treat them as they deserve.

[gaymakima]

How good is STRQ when it comes to cooking?

woe. strq headcanons be upon thee.

Summer: We already know Summer at least was good at baking, arguably even great since that was one of her primary characteristics for years (and still kinda is 😭). Her desserts are legendary, to the point that they became something of a legend back in their Beacon days. This woman made baking into an art. Literally. She would bake some elaborate over-the-top cake as a hobby if given the tools and time.

But when it comes to anything other than baking? Uh. Well. She can make it look nice, at least, but the taste will either be the blandest thing you have ever tasted or a blend of flavours that REALLY don't mix well together because she decided to 'experiment'. She's not bad. It's edible. Sometimes even great! But her strength lies with desserts.

Taiyang: There has never been a more Grill Dad on Remnant. You put this man in front of a grill, give him some sausages and a pair of tongs and he will deliver the perfectly grilled barbeque you need. If Summer's expertise is dessert, his is dinner. And lunch, and breakfast, and—

Point is, Taiyang puts a lot of care into what he cooks and everyone's dietary needs. He's the one writing a meal plan every week and making sure his team has a balanced diet that compliments their lifestyle. He's shit at desserts but hey, he's packing their lunches for them, he can't be good at everything.

Raven: Surprisingly, pretty... decent? Because of his semblance, Qrow was often left out of hunting, foraging or even cooking in the camp—which was sort of bad seeing as the tribe's 'everybody out for themselves' mentality meant that they were likely hoping he'd just starve. This left Raven as the one who had to cook for the both of them, using what limited materials they had. She learnt all she could about poisonous plants and fungi, what she could find around her that was edible, how to make sure neither of them starved. If Taiyang is the health nut, Raven is the safety nut.

I think her (and Qrow too) would also hate wasting food, given how close they've come to dying of starvation many times before.

Qrow: Has a fear of cooking due to his semblance and many, many incidents in the past. Would much rather stick with 2 minute noodles instead thanks. Though, once someone drags his ass to the kitchen and starts teaching him how to cook, I think he'd be really into it. He'd push himself to learn until his cooking was on par with Taiyang's. The problem is for him to overcome that barrier and also make something that isn't a depression meal.

Just do NOT expect him to wash the dishes. This man will eat soup out of a shoe if he has to.

[ohimsummer]

HOTNSEXY <3

GIGGLES💛KICKS FEET💛TWIRLS HAIR💛MAKES OUT WITH YOU💛💛💛💛 ‘NO YOU’-ING YOU SO HARD RN SALEMMM 🫵🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

game >:3 !

[pomegranatesarchive]

can u PLEASEEE do an smau w oscar x american! reader who’s super gothy and witchy and they go to salem for halloween pleaseee!!

salem date | oscar piastri

pairing; oscar piastri x witchy!reader

summary: oscar loves his witchy girlfriend, and takes her wherever she wants to go, even if it means missing work

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yourusername: my favorite thing about moving to monaco? getting to decorate a whole new space and exploring cute new witchy stores 🐈‍⬛🖤

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oscarpiastri: is living with me not your absolute favorite thing about moving to monaco?

yourusername: no. walking abracadabra on the beach is my favorite thing, living with you is like top 10

user1: i still can’t belive they named their cat ‘abracadabra’

user2: it’s so on brand for yn, but for oscar? not so much

user3: please, yn has that man wrapped around her finger. if she told him to change his name to halloween, he would do it

maxverstappen1: yn i need my cards to be read again, when are you free?

yourusername: i’m free friday next week, that okay?

maxverstappen1: perfect!! thank you :D

user4: in doing tarot readings for the drivers is so dear to me

landonorris: wait i want my cards read too :(

yourusername: sorry lan, im not free for another 2 weeks after that

landonorris: ugh max ruins everything

maxverstappen1: you snooze you lose, loser

user5: im in monaco, yns in monaco, i have a chance to met yn ln. holy poop

user6: omg i need an apartment tour????

user7: weird question, do you ever get looks by other people? i know you dress quite alternately and was wondering how accepting europeans are?

yourusername: i get looks all the time, but I've become quite used to it, im not bothered by it as i used to be. but i definitely get more looks in places that aren't so touristy, than places like france. key is simply ignoring them 🖤

user8: they just can't handle your swag

charles_leclerc: leo wants another playdate with abra, when are you free?

maxverstappen1: you aren't tricking ANYONE. you keep using these playdates so yn can read your cards without you needing to make an appointment

user9: appointment?? 😭

yourusername: is that true charles?? you've been using leo??

charles_leclerc: NO YN DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HE IS JUST JEALOUS OF LEO'S AND ABRACADABRAS RELATIONSHIP.

yourusername: i can't belive this charles, i just, i need a moment.

charles_leclerc: yn... it's not what it looks like...

oscarpiastri: am I interrupting something???

user10: you're interrupting the friendship breakup of the century 💔

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yourusername: we are all halloween ready

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user11: my favorite time of the year <33

yourusername: you and me both

charles_leclerc: leo misses abra

yourusername: does he? or do you just miss my card readings?

charles_leclerc: little bit of both, i got him a halloween costume, you don't want to see it?

yourusername: of course i want to see it

charles_leclerc: i'll be over in 10 minutes!!

yourusername: DO NOT expect that i'll read your cards

charles_leclerc: i don't 😞

user12: they're back!!!!

user13: salem this year???

yourusername: im still not sure, oscar cant make it this year and it feels weird going without him :((

user14: "it feels weird going without him" OSCAR IF YOU DONT GET YOU AND YN ON A FLIGHT TO SALEM RIGH NOW ISTG.

user15: im going to salem this year in honor of yn not being able to go ✊

maxverstappen1: abra looks so cute!! jimmy and sassy need one of those hats right now

yourusername: i'll make more max, what colors?

maxverstappen1: blue and orange please!

user16: cat lovers bond in the weirdest ways

oscarpiastri: thank you for re-decorating love, i just love waking up to a fake skeleton on our ceiling 🧡

yourusername: put some respect on sir bones name oscar. i’ll have you know that he’s there to protect you.

oscarpiastri: from what?

yourusername: the spiders

oscarpiastri: and how does sir bones protect me from said spiders??

yourusername: he scares them away. duh.

landonorris: yeah duh oscar. gosh get with the program.

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yourusername: salem we love you 🖤

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user17: SALEM DATE 3 YEARS IN A ROW!! THATS RIGHT BABY 🕺🕺

maxverstappen1: you’re telling me i could have skipped media day?

yourusername: would you be interested in going to salem?

maxverstappen1: um, to skip media day? yes!

user19: max and his hate for media day will live down as the longest rivalry in f1

user20: need myself a man who would call in sick just so he can take me to some random town for a couple hours

user21: random town??? put some respect on salems NAME.

user22: do you guys think the FIA knew he was missing media day for this, or do you think he told them he was like sick or something 😭

landonorris: i can confirm that they did not know about salem. and he is now in trouble.

user23: NOOO OSCAR

user24: omg oscar just got a fine

user25: HOW MUXH???

user24: they didn’t disclose. all they said was “we have been made aware that a certain driver decided to go on vacation instead of fulfilling their duty.”

user26: that’s so funny

user27: #free oscar

oscarpiastri: the fine was worth it 🖤

yourusername: 🖤🖤🖤

user28: omg wait. do you guys think this was a surprise?? because yn said before that oscar wasn’t going to make it??

yourusername: yes, oscar did suprise me with tickets to salem this morning!

user29: OMG THATS SO CUTE AHHHHH

user30: they’re perfect for each other

charles_leclerc: group trip to salem next year?

georgerussell63: we have practice that day

maxverstappen1: so? we’ll all call in sick or something

f1: 🤨

maxverstappen1: you didn’t see that

. . .

notes: thank you for requesting!! this was fun to make ;))

[ethelcained]

rosemary (matt sturniolo) ⛧°｡🦇

they’re both twitch streamers.. planning on writing an actual fic soon so requests are deeply appreciated!! thank you so much for all of the love in my last post <333 it means the world ⭐️⭐️ let me know if you’d like me to turn this into a series (;

777.starlem

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777.starlem 🕯️🦇⋰ ⋱✮ streaming @ 6 pst!!

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ariana_greenblatt the laptop??

777.starlem it’s old dumbass

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matthew.sturniolo

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matthew.sturniolo Streaming now 🍎🩹

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mattpugluvr My girl boner is through the roof

christophersturniolo Bing bang pow

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destinconrad nah fuck YOUR side

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taycroom69 i don’t think he cares tbh🫠

madisonbeer is it even safe to play fortnite

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ellamaebae NOT HIM BEING SCARED OF SALEM

snot Brudda

nicolassturniolo Going to eat you

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777.starlem oh..

matthew.sturniolo Oh?

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fayewebnerd that was before she found out he was cute

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777.starlem

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777.starlem texted my doctor n i was liek “haiiii :3 how much for 3 prozacs >////<” no reply back )))),:

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radvxz literally so babygirl

777.starlem thank u!!! ^^

christophersturniolo This pic so fucking tuff man

777.starlem on some real shit

sturnisalem777 ??????????

milesmoralestds this is crazy

salemluvrgirl ARE WE GONNA SLIDE PAST HER HANGING OUT WOTH THE TRIPLETS??????

mattisbbgprincess honestly i’m surprised they waited this long

ethelilysmrip she’s too cool for the triplets

salemsfortnitebf @ethelilysmrip are we talking about the same salem orrrrr??? that is the biggest loser

kdalol154 @salemsfortnitebf FR💀💀💀💀

solanamymomma33 i’m really just happy salem and solana are friends idrc ab anything else tbh 🤓

tylerdainventor real !!!! and when salem dates matt and they can both be sister in laws 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

salemermaid77 nah she’s for the girls

beabadoobeesbzz @salemermaid77 are we gonna ignore the tweet she accidentally posted two months ago orrrrrrr….

sarahsarahsarah @beabadoobeesbzz outta sight outta mind!!

ft.gioo smash

777.starlem 🔄🔄🔄👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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777.starlem SO YOU THINK IM CUTE 😨😨

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lilghettobitchesdatqueef @matthew.sturniolo SHES MINE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ you stay away from her

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solanaroan speak on it twin

mayawinky it’s true

destinconrad he be serenading me with hyperballad

novacane1728 What a intimidating group of losers

wewecroissant3333 real !! this is why i’m not surprised they’re all a group now.. losers just multiply together like mutants

redveil 👾👾

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streamerupdates Famous twitch streamers @777.starlem & @matthemunch are currently streaming together via twitch with other streamers!

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lesbian4salem INSAAAAAAAANE

deftonesdagoats i love how salem and solana are cussing chris and matt tf out and raging 💀😭

clairebeard23 meanwhile hamzah, maya, nick, david, aeri and gio are streaming escape evil drake tycoon on roblox

deftonesdagoats @clairebeard23 insane group of ppl😭😭

rosemary_ am i the only one feeling like a third wheel

deezfrankinuts nah but fr and it’s like i’m used to solana and chris being all googoogaga but matt and salem??? fml

salemluvraeri y’all think that in the last 6 months since #THAT tweet they’ve been…. maybe perhaps??👀👀👀

aeriteenagedirtbag @salemluvaeri Honestly prob cause like sum fishy going on and it’s not ur pussy

scenebitch222 @aeriteenagedirtbag BRO??????

matthew.sturniolo

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matthew.sturniolo One year with my vamp 🦇🩹

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777.starlem the sackboy to my domo 🧛🏻🫀🧛🏻‍♀️

matthew.sturniolo I love you sweetheart ❤️‍🩹

playboicartee999 ?????? SICKENING

777.starlem beat the radiohead no head allegations!!!

ethelcainsalem NO FUCKING WAY BRO JUST SAID THAT

peaches_heart3 never beating the loser allegations tho..

mothercain so is she a freak in nebraska?

777.starlem disappointed that you’re even asking this hayden.. like you KNOW that i am, freakys daughter and all 😒😒

pinkpantheress she really got you like ^_^ :3 >_<

matthew.sturniolo She has me going yahoo :3

semiz4llll 😭😭😭FUCK😭😭😭MY😭😭😭LIFE😭😭😭

vampluvr666 when loser pulls loser

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sunnylevine moon x moon

ft.gioo proud of you gang

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christophersturniolo Can’t make fun of u for being the single one anymore 😞

rip.brockhampton the only reason we didn’t think they were dating was bc this mf kept making fun of him for not being cuffed wtf

money_420 @rip.brockhampton Naaaah i always knew mf was way too geeked this year 💀 bro has been all “🫠☺️🥰”

ariana_greenblatt don’t you dare hurt my sister 🤬

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kalicoochies3 fr fr

dijondress_ i’m soooo drunk @mayawinky

mayawinky @dijondress_ pass

[zexapher]

Vacuan Nights, Like Vacuan Days

They’re just so great together! I’d love for Jaune and Weiss to get a little downtime in Vacuo to live out a moment like this. They really deserve it, and I’d love to see Jaune’s guitar make a reappearance.

The comic here was inspired by u/Silverstar1243’s excellent piece of art, A Serenade Under the Moonlight. Send some love to them on their twitter, commission some art if you’re willing and able, they’ve made some great stuff.

You folks may have noticed I threw in a couple of references for those in the know; the Golden Oreos behind Yang (double stuffed, I might add) for the trio’s ship, Weiss liking it rough for Mallobaude’s great fic, and of course I made a whole theme around the Arabian Nights Disney song. A song, along with its Aladdin compatriots, which I spent the better part of a day finding covers for just to listen to on repeat while I worked.

This one’s now officially my longest comic project, with 14 panels, two over the past record since I added the White Knight kiss at the end. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Not sure I’d say it was more difficult than my Vanity of Vanities post, but for this one I actually knew how to use my editing software going into it (at least somewhat).

Put a lot of work into this one, been working on it on and off since February. Took a few breaks for vacation, to make my memorial post for Rooster Teeth, and another five meme edits or so, but I came back around to it. First half was pretty easy, relatively minor edits inserting characters into scenes and so on. The second half with Jaune and Weiss was tougher though, with color correcting, merging poses, redrawing features, drawing Jaune’s entire head to fix some lighting issues, etc. Really like how the edit to make Jaune strum his guitar turned out.

The time it took to make the whole comic got me down a little, until I did a bit of math. Including my side projects since starting this, all the scripting and editing and all, I’ve been pumping out a panel every two days. That seems pretty good to me, that kind of accomplishment makes me a little proud of myself.

Really need to get around to watching the second part of the Justice League Crossover movies. It’s got a few Vacuo scenes that might make things a little more authentic instead of me just using Saphron’s house and pretending it’s a suite in Vacuo. I do love taking yet more character stills from Jaune and friends experiencing deep trauma and turning it into something positive, been making that a bit of a personal habit. And I’ve got to say, the background for Jaune and Weiss’ scene is really beautiful, pulled it from when Sun and Neptune hear Ruby’s message about Salem. That’s just a really good shot all on its own, I even saved a copy for my computer’s wallpaper after editing out the two.

Posting a big RWBY White Knight edit, watching not one but two RWBY Beyond episodes, and all on the trail of the news that RWBY’s found partners that they’re negotiating with and that the creative team is expected to stay on. And I'm sipping bubble tea. Life is good.

Anyway, pardon the long write up. I’m invested in this one, and am quite pleased with how the comic turned out. I hope you all get a kick out of it as well!

[nochedie]

lattes and lemures | sam winchester ☕️

pairing: sam winchester x reader

genre: mostly fluff, tiny bit of hurt/comfort

wordcount: 6.3k

summary: after a strange death in salem, the winchesters arrive to check things out. sam bumps into you outside the coffee shop you work at, and all of a sudden the case isn’t the only thing keeping him there.

a/n: okay first of all this is a TOTALLY fictional representation of salem. you can view it as completely different than the real salem! it holds very limited familiarity to the actual place, just needed a town known for it’s spookiness/catering to tourists that way! second this is the first longish fic i have done in so long! i love sam so much and i just needed to write about him in such a sweet way! to be honest this idea literally came to me in a dream lmfao… it was quite a bit different than this but i took the basic idea and ran with it and it actually (i think) turned out okay! if you have any feedback i am all ears, i know i have such a long way to go here but this is the first baby steps!

📍 salem, ma.

after catching wind of some.. spirit-esque happenings in the witch-iest town in the us, sam and dean winchester drove into the parking lot of the first motel they could find with vacancies: raven’s rest.

considering its past, salem is a hotbed for tourists, and usually anything supernatural happening in salem was just a hoax to sell more tickets to whatever brand new attraction introduced that year. sam and dean knew this for sure, but there was something about this case that felt different. and, truthfully, they didn’t have any other cases to look into.

sam’s head was still reeling from the events of the past year. he had gone from happy, pre-law at stanford with a beautiful girlfriend, to dropping out of college chasing ghosts. and jess was gone. it was like it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

he opened the door of the impala, stepping out onto the gravel and making his way to the front desk, followed close behind by dean.

the motel reception was poorly decorated in occult decor, purple walls with chipped paint adorned with framed tarot cards, a taxidermy raven sitting atop the desk and a few plastic bats hanging from the ceiling.

“well. isn’t this cozy.” dean looked around the room with a slight disgust.

there was nobody manning the front desk, so the taller of the two brothers tapped on the bell to alert whoever may be working that they would like a room. no sooner had the bell rung when an eccentric looking older lady burst out from a door marked “staff only”.

“looking for a room?” she spoke, or well, practically sung. her red lipstick smudged down her face and long, black hair cascaded down her back. her name tag read “mother wystan”.

“u-uh… yeah! yeah…” sam stuttered, a little taken aback.

“no need to be scared, my dear. i won’t bite. that’s nyx’s job.” the lady giggled, turning to the key pegboard to grab the key to one of the vacant rooms, which seemed to be an awful lot of them.

“um. nyx?” sam questioned, looking over at dean who was just as confused by the interaction.

“nyx.” she gestures to the taxidermy raven.

“oh! right.” sam laughs politely.

“raven’s rest. he is the raven! and he sure is resting.” dean snarked, grabbing a card from his wallet to pay for the night and handing it over to “mother wystan”.

“thank you, mr… blackwood.” she reads the name off of one of the stolen credit cards in dean’s wallet, earning a nod in acknowledgment from him. “you’re in room 47. it’s just along the hall to your right. have a whimsical stay!” she hands the key over to sam, who takes it with an awkward smile before making their way to their room.

the room in comparison was just as tired as the reception, with walls well in need of a few spots of filler and a repainting, and bedsheets that look like they haven’t been touched since the 70s.

“i need some of whatever the hell she’s on.” dean lays down on the bed nearest to the door, kicking off his shoes. “you can take first shower.”

sam nods and makes his way over to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. he stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while, taking a deep breath. everything was messed up. sure, it was nice to be with his brother again, but this isn’t what he wanted. none of it is.

after showering off a day of sitting shotgun in the impala, sam leaves the bathroom and dean is up and in there immediately. sam falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

the next morning, bright and early, sam is already wide awake. he looks over to the other bed, noticing that his older brother is still fast asleep. he slowly gets out of bed, walking into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

after slipping on his favorite brown carhartt hoodie, he leaves a note for dean letting him know he just nipped out to get some coffee for them both and not to worry before leaving the motel room.

he walks down the street for a couple of minutes, stopping abruptly in his tracks when someone almost bumps into him. they had stepped out the door of a coffee shop and were just putting the board outside.

“woah! oh god, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t looking where i was-“ you looked up, breath hitching in your throat as you locked eyes with the male in front of you. he was… totally gorgeous, but there was also a softness there. he looked like if the colour brown was a person, you thought, soft and warm with doe eyes. “-going…”

“it’s okay, i wasn’t either.” he smiled, keeping his eyes locked on yours. you were wearing a green apron with the coffee shop branding on it, so he knew you worked here. that would be helpful, as this is just across the street from where the murder they were investigating occurred, and they needed to speak to people who may have been around at the time.

“sorry, did you want to come in? we don’t open for ten minutes, but i could make an exception as an apology?” honestly, you were a little hopeful he would say yes to coming in. you didn’t want to let him pass you by.

“yeah, i was just going to grab some coffee, i’m staying a little down the street.” he gestured in the direction he came.

“oh, great! come in..” you stepped to the side, letting him through.

“i’m sam, by the way.” he smiled as you led him to take a seat at the table closest to the counter.

“my names y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” really, really nice. “so, what coffee would you like?” you enquired, stepping behind the counter.

“um, i’ll take a latte. and could i get a black coffee with a shot of espresso to go?” he suddenly remembered he had wanted to talk to you about the murder across the street, and if you both took a little too long, dean’s coffee would get cold. “do you mind making the black coffee a little later though? i’m gonna be here a bit longer.”

“oh, sure. latte coming right up.” you start brewing the coffee, leaning over the counter to see him clearly. “what brings you to salem?”

“uh… just working a job nearby. pest control.”

“oh, that’s.. interesting.” you finish making his latte, bringing it over to the table.

“thanks.. how much do i owe you?”

“think of it as a welcome gift.” you both shared a smile, before you started to walk back over to the counter.

“wait- can i ask you something?” sam questioned.

you turned around and took a few steps back towards his table. “sure, what’s up?”

“what do you know about the.. murder across the street?”

“oh.. um, i don’t know much. just whispers about town, but i did know the guy.”

“did he have any enemies? anybody that might want to hurt him?”

“no, he was a really nice man. he was a regular, always got the same thing, macchiato with a caramel shot. i thought it was weird when he didn’t come in for a few days, and then we heard the news. it sucks.”

“i bet. has anything weird happened around here recently?”

“weird how? i mean, it’s always at least a little weird around here.” you watched outside as a man wearing a pumpkin on his head handed out event fliers. “exhibit a.”

sam chuckled. “weirder than usual, then.”

“well, no. not really.”

“flickering lights, cold spots?”

“what are you, ghost hunting?” you joked, letting out a light chuckle. something about sam’s reaction, you saw right through him. “wait. are you ghost hunting?”

“no! that’s crazy. i’m just interested, that’s all.” he wasn’t a very good liar.

“hm.” your eyes narrowed, and you took a seat across from him. pest control, him talking about cold spots and flickering lights, asking about the murder, him not being from around here... “you think i’ve lived in salem my whole life and haven’t bumped into any hunters?”

he had been taking a sip of his coffee, which he proceeded to almost choke on.

“don’t worry, i’m not a… witch, vampire, ghost, ghoul, demon, whatever else. but i feel like it would be a great disservice to my hometown if i didn’t believe in those things. and there were a few hunters a few years back i bumped into and.. let’s just say they pulled the wool off my eyes. not by choice, i’m very stubborn.”

every second he spent with you he liked you even more, and every second his smile grew wider.

“so. you think it’s a ghost? the thing that killed mr beckett?”

“well, me and my brother are gonna check some things out, but that’s our first instinct, yeah. is there anything you can tell me about mr beckett that might help? any reason a ghost would want rid of him?”

“sorry, i can’t think of anything… maybe he had some skeletons in his closet?” you shrugged, a little disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t be of more help. “i get off work at midday today. come find me then? maybe we can do a little digging together?”

his eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing you again. “yeah! that sounds great.”

“how’s your coffee? are you ready for me to make the to-go cup for your brother?” the coffee shop would be opening very soon, and you were sure you would have more customers soon enough, and you were disappointed that you couldn’t sit here all day and get to know sam better.

“it’s great, yeah i think i’m ready now.” he finishes his coffee and waits for you to make dean’s. as he took the cup from your hand, his hand brushed against yours, causing a spark so poignant you let your hand linger for a matter of seconds.

“okay.. um. well, i’ll see you at midday?”

“definitely. i’ll see you soon, y/n.” with a smile, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

just before you clocked out, a customer had left the morning paper on the counter. the front page alerted you that there had been another murder. this time it was a lady, piper sawyer, who owned an antique shop down the street. the mo was the exact same. no signs of a break-in, all bulbs in the house were blown, and the victim was missing one eye.

you hung up your apron and changed out of your work clothes, grabbing the paper from the counter and rushing outside to wait for sam.

he arrived just a few moments later, with another man, more intimidating looking but handsome all the same.

“hey, y/n. this is dean, my brother.”

after you and dean had exchanged friendly first greetings, you held out the paper to sam. “there’s been another murder. i was trying to link the two victims and i think i thought of something.”

“you did? what is it?”

“well, every year in salem we have this festival. there’s stalls to buy trinkets or play games, people dress up, there’s a bonfire, and there’s a stage performance at the end of the festival each year. both piper and mr beckett were supposed to be involved this year. piper had a stall planned for her antiques and she was providing the costumes for the stage performance, and mr beckett had modernised the script for the play they were due to perform.”

“alright.. well i guess we better figure out who else is involved in the festival. is there any reason why some ghost would even care about it? any urban legends around it, anything?”

“uh- not that i know of… but it has been going for a long time, since the 1800s i’m pretty sure.”

“alright. come on, is there a library around? any place we could do some research?”

“yeah, just up the road.”

“alright, come on.” almost as if his hands were moving by themselves, he grabbed your hand. you had to take a second, but it felt so right. your hand in his like part of a puzzle. you locked eyes, your gaze only broken by dean clearing his throat.

dean looked between the two of you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “i’m gonna scope out the murder scenes, see what i can find. you two kids do some research then meet back at the motel, okay? call me if you need me.”

you and sam nodded before you lead him off in the direction of the local library.

you stepped inside, the warm air of the heater above the door hitting your face. your hand in sam’s the whole time, neither of you wanting to let go. you took a seat at one of the empty tables, sam sitting down next to you and pulling his laptop out of his bag.

you spent a couple hours trawling for old news articles about the festival, anything that could be useful. until you finally found a post on some paranormal forum, about the festival in 1906. a girl had died when one of the stage rafters fell on top of her, but it didn’t say her name. “sam, if there was anything spooky happening at that festival, wouldn’t they want to make a big song and dance about it? i mean… surely. they create as much hype as possible and ghost stories always bring in the tourists.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought too. do you think they tried to cover it up somehow?”

“yeah.. but why? faulty maintenance? but what could they really prove back then? they would just put it down to an accident, right?”

“right. so.. none of this really makes any sense. can we contact the person who posted this?”

“i mean, i can try, but who knows if they’ll even respond.”

“let’s give it a try.” you shifted the laptop towards you, typing out an email to “beyondtheveil88”. sam’s eyes stayed fixed right on you, travelling down to your fingers as they typed. each passing moment he noticed something different about you. whether it be the face you made while concentrating, the way you changed your mind about what you were going to type and deleted a sentence about fifteen times. without meaning to, a small chuckle left his lips.

you looked up, fixing on his pretty hazel eyes. “what?”

“just… you.” he let his gaze linger a few seconds, before you both awkwardly turned to look away from each other. you both started to speak to try and change the subject and fill the awkward silence, followed by a “sorry, you go-“ in unison.

“go ahead.” you smiled, letting him speak first.

“i was just going to ask what happened a few years ago, when you bumped into the hunters?”

“oh. it was actually witch stuff, fittingly. there was a witch hexing a bunch of people just because they got drunk and destroyed her flower patch in her front garden. kind of extreme, i guess she loved her plants. anyway, my uh- one of my friends was… one of the people she hexed. anyway.. these two older guys, they told me to stay out of it for my own good. i didn’t listen. i wanted to know what happened to my friend, you know? i went to her house, broke in through the back door just quick enough to save both their asses with their own knife. i was freaked but, they gave me a little a-z of monsters class after. nothing aside from whispers since though, about anything extraordinary in salem, until now, i guess.”

“you’re just…” perfect. that’s what he had started to say, but stopped himself just in time. he didn’t want to come on too strong and scare you away, but. there was so much more for him to learn about you, and he couldn’t wait.

“i’m just what?” you enquired, raising a brow in anticipation.

“nothing, let’s just, get back to the email.” he changed the subject quickly, pointing at the laptop screen.

you turned your attention to the screen, typing for a few more moments before signing off the email from both you and sam. something about your names together at the end, lit something in both of you. it felt right, like a perfect pair. “how’s that?”

sam leaned a little closer to you to read the email, and you couldn’t help but sneak a look at his face as he read. you took in each little detail. the warm tone of his skin, the way his hair tousled perfectly. you broke your gaze away just before he could catch you.

“looks good, ready to send it?” sam acknowledged the short nod of your head by hitting send on the email.

“don’t let us down beyondtheveil88!” you cross your fingers as if that was somehow going to conjure an instant response.

sam placed his hands over yours. “even if not, we’ll find some other way.” his eyes shifted down to his hands which had come to rest over yours without him even knowing. but it didn’t feel wrong. his eyes shifted up to meet yours and you held the gaze for what felt like an hour, before a short ping sound from the laptop startled you both out of your thoughts. it was an email.

“it’s a link.” sam’s eyebrows creased in confusion as he hovered the mouse over the link.

“you’re really gonna click some random link in an email?” you snickered, but sam had already clicked it by that point. luckily, it was safe. it brought you to a page you hadn’t found in your research earlier. “what is all this?” you and sam spent a few minutes reading through the page.

“her name was evelyn maude fletcher. she was playing the lead in the play. a play about… a ghost who kills the people that killed her. looks like pretty much everybody working on that play covered up her death.”

“you think she still thinks she’s playing the role?”

“yeah. sure looks like it to me. but why now?”

“no idea. do you think they’re doing the same play this year? that would make sense, i mean, like i said, mr beckett had to modernise the dialogue in the play because it was pretty old.”

“its gotta be just the play, not the festival. i mean, both vics had something to do with the play specifically. who else is involved with it?”

“i’m not sure, but i think i know someone who would. come on.” you stood up from the table, sam grabbing his laptop and standing up after you, following you out of the library into the chilly air.

you made your way through town, and ended up right where sam had started, raven’s rest. “the motel? why here?”

“is this where you’re staying? maybe not the nicest place to stay, but nell knows a thing or two about the festival.” you and sam trudge along the gravel to the front entrance.

“nell?” sam tries not to trip on the uneven surface you were walking on, putting out a hand to rest on your back as you tried not to trip yourself.

“she owns the place, would’ve checked you in? some people know her as mother wystan.”

“ah. right. i definitely remember her.” sam thought back to the interesting greeting he and dean received the day before.

“she’s definitely memorable.” you let out a laugh, stepping in through the doors and heading to the front desk. once again, there wasn’t anybody manning it.

“she’s usually in the back room.” you pinged the bell, waiting a few moments. “huh. she’s usually out here as soon as the bell rings… nell? nell it’s y/n!” you raised your voice to shout towards the door. it was only then that you noticed the splatter of blood by the door. “crap.” you gestured to the splatter with your hand, taking a sharp intake of breath. you were going to have to go in there.

“hey, it’s okay. i’ll go in and check. you stay here where it’s safe, okay?” sam rubbed your back in comfort, before taking a step towards the door. your hand reached out and grabbed his.

“no. we can both go.” you stepped forward with him, keeping your hand in his as he linked your fingers.

“okay, but stay behind me.” you nodded, and you and sam made your way over to the door. sam reached out to grab the handle, he was fairly certain that the spirit was gone by now, there was no cold air, no lights flickering or strange occurrences, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. “there’s um- there’s an iron pole in my bag, keep hold of it. if the spirits still in there it’ll vanish if you swing that through it.”

you opened sam’s bag and grabbed the pole with one hand, and sam’s hand with the other, bracing yourself as sam pushed the door open.

you stepped into the room, horrified at the sight before you. there was no light coming from the plenty lamps dotted around, because the bulbs were smashed. and nell lay on the ground, cold, with just one eye.

you had known nell since you were just a kid. she was like your favorite eccentric spinster aunt. you lived close by raven’s rest, and as a kid you thought nell was the coolest person in the world. she taught you how to read tarot, though you had forgotten now, and she had comforted you when your friend had passed a few years prior.

your eyes welled up with tears, and sam used his body to shield you from the sight. you racked your brain trying to think of what nell had to do with this, but she knew everything about the festival, so it wasn’t far fetched to think she had some role in the production.

sam lead you back out the door, closing the door behind you. “you okay?” his doe eyes bore into yours, sadness clear on his face for you.

“no… but i’ll be okay eventually.” he reached out to rub your shoulder in comfort, taking a moment to hesitate before pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. you welcomed the feeling, his strong arms wrapped around you. you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tight. you pulled away from each other only when you heard footsteps. you looked towards the door just in time to see dean arriving.

“hey. what’s going on? everything okay?” dean looked worried by your tear stained face, worried that something might have just happened to his brother.

“it’s the owner of the motel. she was the third victim.” sam shared with dean, as you walked over to the back room door. you looked over to sam, he was preoccupied filling dean in on what you had found. you grabbed the door handle and went inside. you knew nell kept a record of most things. she would want you to do what you could with it to save as many people as you could. you tried to ignore nell’s body on the floor, not wanting to see her like that. you took a look around the room, opening the drawers to try and find anything that would help. you thought you heard a drawer open behind you, and you turned to see one open in a chest of drawers just across the room. you looked around, suddenly getting cold. you walked over to the open drawer, pulling out a diary. there was a page folded over towards the back, and when you opened it up, it was a list of names. nell was directing the play. everybody’s names were here, along with what they were doing or providing for the play. harrison beckett was on script modernisation, piper sawyer on costuming, nell wystan directing. there were a lot more names on the list, covering everything from lighting to casting. there didn’t seem to be any kind of a pattern to the victims.

sam noticed you were gone after a couple of minutes, calling out your name and bursting into the room, startling you. “sorry, i-i thought you were in danger. what’s that?” he takes a couple steps towards you, not stopping until your arms were touching.

“nell made a list. it’s everyone working on the play… i think she’s still here, sam. she opened the drawer for me.” sam rubbed your back in comfort.

“there’s no way we can protect all of these people… we need to find out where evelyn is buried.”

“to do what?”

“ghosts are only tethered to the earth’s plane if their bones are still here. so, we’re gonna salt and burn her bones. that’ll burn her ghost too.”

you took a deep breath, nodding your head and opening sam’s bag to put nell’s diary inside. “okay, let’s go.”

it had just gotten dark when you left the motel, anonymously calling in nell’s passing beforehand.

“couple of ground rules before you set foot inside this car, okay? no eating in the car. no scratching the seats. driver picks the music. got it?”

“i don’t even have any food, dean.” you snark, earning a chuckle from sam.

“get in the car.” dean retorted. you smiled, opening the back door and sliding over to the middle. “alright. where’s the nearest cemetery?”

you gave dean directions from the backseat, shortly pulling into ashwood cemetery.

“y/n, maybe it’s not a good idea you come with us. maybe you should wait here. it’s not safe.” sam turned to you in the backseat, his voice soft and concerned.

“i’m coming, sam.” you opened the back door and stepped out, dean following after you and handing you a flashlight.

you spent the next twenty minutes searching the cemetery before you finally found evelyn’s headstone. “she’s here.” you bent down, coming level with her headstone. “i’m sorry. i know you don’t want to be doing this either.”

sam heard your words as he made his way over to you, and his gaze softened. you felt so much, and he wondered if you could feel so much for him, too, over time.

“alright. let’s get going before miss fletcher here catches wind.” dean grabs his shovel and starts digging, switching with sam halfway through.

you watched as sam dug, sweat beading on his forehead and dirt speckled on his face. he had taken off his hoodie and was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled halfway up and leading into view his arm muscles which contracted each time the shovel hit the soil.

the shovel hit the wood, and you half expected to see the apparition of evelyn appear immediately, try and stop this from happening. you stayed alert, but even as sam climbed out of the hole, doused the bones in salt and set them alight, she was nowhere to be found.

“it just me or did that seem a bit too easy to you?” dean questioned, grabbing the shovel from sam to recover the grave. you hated to say it, but you felt the same. but that should be it. you burned the bones, there was nothing else to do.

the next day, it was back to work. it seemed a little mundane compared to what you had been doing the day before, but you had rent to pay, after all.

the bell rung over top of the door, alerting you that someone was there as you were cleaning one of the tables. you begun your regular welcome greeting, turning around and coming eye to eye with sam. “oh, hey! i thought you guys would’ve skipped town already.”

“without saying goodbye? definitely not. i spoke to dean and.. we don’t have any jobs lined up so, we’re going to stay, at least until the festival in a couple days.”

“really?” you tried to hide your smile but it was far too bright, and he matched it straight away.

you and sam had spent the past couple of days getting to know each other, talking for hours on end. sam and dean had found another motel to hole up at, as raven’s rest was now an active crime scene, and you were spending most of your time there too.

before you knew it, it was the day of the festival. nell had already prepared everything for the play, piper’s costumes had already been donated, and mr barrett had already completed the script, so everything was going ahead just as normal.

dean had already gone off by himself two minutes after arriving, leaving you and sam alone. you took a walk together through the stalls, enjoying each others company. you weren’t sure what the future held for the two of you… but you were convinced that if you had the chance, you two could become something.

“sam…”

“yeah?” the both of you stopped walking, turning to face each other. you were interrupted by a loud announcement over the speakers: the play was about to begin.

“never mind, it can wait. shall we go and watch? it’ll be nice to see all of nell’s hard work.” you offered your hand, which he gladly took and you both walked over to the stage.

the first half of the play went perfectly, but you noticed a difference in the way the lead held herself after a couple acts. her entire demeanour changed. “sam…” you started, interrupted by the bulbs around the stage, on the stalls and all around the festival beginning to smash. “oh no.”

“can ghosts possess humans?”

“yeah, if they get angry enough. do you think…”

“yeah. definitely. but we burnt the bones!”

“y/n… didn’t you say that piper sawyer had an antique store? and she donated the costumes? what’s the betting the costume is the same one evelyn wore when she died?”

“i don’t think piper would have let anybody wear an antique dress.. they’re a lot more fragile than her other antiques. she provided costuming for the last couple plays and i’m pretty sure both of those were newer costumes she made herself. but she did use a few genuine antiques, i remember someone talking about the antique jewellery used in the performance last year.” you turned your attention to evelyn, using the body of the lead actress in the play. there was a locket around her neck. “the locket, look!”

“what if that’s not it? and how the hell are we gonna get close?” sam grabs onto you instinctively as evelyn shouts out the lines of the play, something about an eye for an eye, and suddenly the missing eyes made sense. sam held you close as the wind picked up, looking around for his brother. “dean! where the hell is he?”

your mind was racing, as you watched evelyn eyeing the next victim. malcolm everett, the sound guy. “we gotta stop her.” evelyn was preoccupied with malcolm, and you might have enough time to grab the locket. you knew sam would never let you go if he knew what you were about to do. you pushed away from sam, enough for him to lose his grip but not enough to hurt him. and then you started running in the direction of the stage.

“y/n? y/n stop! hey! you’re gonna get hurt!” sam started straight after you, but you ran track in high school, and you were pretty fast. you ran up the side steps, but evelyn had already caught wind of what you were doing. you leaped forward, your hand outstretched and you ripped the necklace from her neck just in time for evelyn to throw you across the venue, your back hitting one of the stalls and taking the wind out of you.

“y/n!” sam froze, before forcing one foot in front of the other as he ran over to you, dodging all the festival goers who had realised this was not in fact part of the show and were now fleeing. he didn’t know if you were okay, and if you weren’t he just couldn’t handle it. not after jess.

you were cut and bruised as some of the wood from the stall had shattered, but in general you were okay, and you still had the locket in your hand.

you tried to stand up, but you were still getting your breath back. sam’s hand was on your face as soon as he reached you, checking you over for injuries and pulling you into his chest in a tight embrace. “i cannot believe you did that. you got hurt and it could’ve been ten times worse!” he tried to read your face to see if you were in pain, he tried to hide it but he was terrified.

“don’t talk about that right now, just this.” you weakly held up the locket, handing it to sam. “burn it, quick. i can’t.” you didn’t have the strength yet and there was no time to waste. sam took the locket from you and threw it into a bonfire at the centre of the festival. if this didn’t work, he didn’t know what you could do.

there was a beam of light as evelyn was thrown from the lead actress’ body, and you watched as her spirit set alight. while you were thankful that this had worked… you couldn’t help but feel deep sorrow for evelyn. all she wanted was justice, her soul was angry, but it was angry for the wrong people. you wished there was another way, but there wasn’t. sam was back at your side in a flash, taking hold of your hands and supporting you as you stood up.

dean ran over just a few moments later, panting and taking a moment to catch his breath. “what’d i miss?”

“and where the hell were you?”

“i was just taking care of something.”

“you were with a girl, weren’t you?”

“no! ..okay, yes. but that ghost totally possessed my date in the first half and knocked me out!”

“oh, convenient.”

sam and dean bickered for a few more minutes before dean told sam he would be at the nearest bar and that he could drive the impala back to the motel, throwing him the keys as he spoke and leaving you both alone again.

your lower leg was injured from the fall, and sam put his arm around you to support you. he could tell the pain on your face even with the support, so he stood in front of you, bending down. “get on my back, i’ll carry you to the car.”

“are you sure?”

“you’re hurt, y/n. please let me do this.” you jumped onto his back and he lifted you with ease, careful not to touch the injured part of your leg. “does that hurt?”

“not anymore than walking did.” you wrapped your arms around his neck. this was nice, but you didn’t like not being able to see him.

sam walked you both over to the car and put you down gently to open the car door. you sat down in the passenger seat and he sat down in the drivers seat before starting up the car and driving back to the motel.

when you got back to the motel room, you sat down on the bed and sam grabbed a first aid kit from his bag to patch you up. you had a cut just below your right eye from a wood splinter, and sam grabbed an alcohol wipe to clean it up first. “this might hurt, okay?” you winced in pain at the feeling, and sam flinched a little, not wanting to cause you any pain, but, it had to be cleaned up. he pat the area dry before placing a few steri-strips over it. your eyes locked on his as he worked, concern written all over his face. after a few moments, his eyes wandered to meet yours. there was a moment of silence, to the point you could’ve heard a pin drop, and sam brought his hand up to rest on your cheek. before you knew it, his lips met yours in a sweet, tender kiss. he still held your cheek, so soft it was like he was afraid he might break you. your lips parted but your faces stay close to each other, eyes remaining closed for a matter of seconds to relish in the moment. “was that… okay?” sam asked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

���of course it was okay.” you closed the distance between your lips again, and sam’s other hand raised to comb itself into your hair, his other hand moving from your cheek to rest on your waist. the kiss was short and sweet again, neither of you wanted to rush things.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“back at the festival, before the show.. you were about to tell me something.”

“oh.. yeah. i’ve been thinking… and today really made up my mind… can i… come with you?” your life these past few days had been some of the best in your life. sure, there was danger but… at the end of it you had truly done something. you had saved lives, and you truly felt like you had a purpose. a purpose more than making coffee.

“are you sure that’s what you want? i don’t want to put you in danger.”

“it’s my choice, sam. and i want to do it. i know there’s danger, i don’t mind. i want to do this. and i… i want to be with you, too.”

sam placed a kiss to your forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“if you’re sure.”

“i’m sure.”

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

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hi! love your analysis and opinions so much! i wonder if u can shed some light on why rio wanted to kill agatha? i get that she made a deal with agatha in ep8, her or billy, but why did she want to kill agatha at all? was it just her resentment? did she miss agatha and want to possess her? or did agatha cheat death somehow? none of these explanations quite fit right to me

Thank you so much Anon! <3 My brain is melting at this point processing the finale but here's my take on things:

Rio doesn't really want to kill Agatha.

I know, crazy!

OK for context, I'm still not convinced Rio can actually directly kill any person before their natural time. Even Billy who is an "abomination" to nature that stole a body Rio can't directly kill. They need to choose to die.

Anyway, in Ep 1, Agatha points out Rio isn't allowed to kill her and Rio agrees, but she says she can make Agatha wish she were dead. So no murder-murder but torture until someone begs for death should be a-okay.

That's why in Ep 1 Rio lets the Salem Seven know Agatha's location. They can kill her and Rio can watch. Rio literally tells Agatha she will do this, giving her advance warning to plan or do whatever she needs to do.

So really it's like a game they play, a dance. Rio is powerful but fair, and Agatha's devious, manipulative, and a proven survivor.

Rio may try to kill Agatha but deep down I think she expects Agatha to not die. Rio knows Agatha is full of surprises and stubborn and spiteful – that's why she loves her.

As for Ep 8, I think it's basically the same dynamic but with heightened emotions and risk. It's the negative energy, the anger and resentment, that was in Ep 1 but multiplied. Agatha hurt Rio, Rio hurts her back, and repeat.

What's most telling is that Rio does grieve when Agatha dies. It's not a victory to her. The Agatha that Rio really loves is the one who's alive and refuses to die.

[caramelloss]

Hihi ada! I really love ur blog and I'm keeping up with all of ur polls for the new fanfic! Any ideas for the title yet?

hi!! i love u so much thank you!!! why don't i just be super nice and tell you the names of the chapters as well; they're more creative then the title! just to note, once my last poll hit 350 votes, i chose the option with the highest percent. i know the poll lasts for 24hrs, but in order to produce a chapter by tomorrow i had to be quick with the decision. alsoooo since you guys truly blew up the polls, and the tag list blog, here's some little sneak peaks to what chapters feature some characters..! TO PREFACE!: no characters will die until each character has had a chance to form a bond with reader. also i must admit this fic may end up being around 12 chapters, so please, if your fav character isn't here yet, they will be. also, there will be small romantic moments shared between reader and other characters no matter what character the chapter focuses on. i will unfortunately have to stop after chapter 5 though, because too much would be spoiled about the fic.. but, i love you!!

"the book of the last blood witch"

chapter one; 'the emperor has no clothes' – this chapter focuses on reader's backstory. how she lost her coven, and how she survived without them. reader, in a moment of grief, will not drink the blood she needs to live on. death (rio vidal) will save her, for a price. because of this deal, many years down the line, rio calls in her chit.. this is how reader will end up on the witches road.

chapter two; 'first impressions never last' – reader will meet the coven, which will consist of lilia calderu, alice wu gulliver, rio vidal, agatha harkness, jennifer kale, and billy kaplan. sharon will have died at this point, so the first trial will be complete, and wanda will not appear yet. reader will attempt to keep her identity as a blood witch hidden; but it will ultimately be revealed by agatha in spite. as the coven turns against reader, one witch in particular sides with her. the coven begins their journey further down the road, and suspicions rise among the witches as to what you're really doing on the road.

chapter three; 'dreaming of silver curls' - in this chapter, we have a time skip between the campfire and the middle of the night. reader finds herself unable to sleep, and wanders around outside of her tent (they have tents). lilia has a vision of a kiss between herself and reader. it causes her to stir awake. reader, unaware, stares off at the moon and thinks of her coven. lilia, unable to sleep again, joins reader. reader confesses to lilia that she doesn't want to be there, and that she shouldn't even be alive. the two witches bond, and share an intimate, yet comforting moment. the chapter progresses as the coven reaches the next trial, which is alice's trial. after lilia is burned by the curse, reader is sentimental and protective towards her. lilia finds it endearing, but she doesn't say so, too aware of the coven's feelings about reader. reader takes this personally, avoiding the older witch. when everyone is asleep, and you can't seem to find peace of mind, much like before, lilia joins you, knowing you'd be there. the chapter ends with lilia and rio defending you once agatha tries to convince the witches to kill you or leave you behind.

chapter four; 'you were better off in the dark' - this chapter will be shorter. it will be an intermittent one where reader talks about her experiences as a blood witch, telling the coven who she is, what happened to her sisters, and why rio brought her on the road. this sparks an emotional response from rio; something that will build later in the story. your relationship with the coven changes, and your bond with lilia becomes stronger. another witch on the road takes a liking to you, and you find that you and her have a lot in common.

chapter five; 'nimble fingers and quick wit'- the following morning, the salem seven attacks. in your attempt to flee, you and this witch exchange brooms. the coven is pulled down to the road when flying, but alice, (the witch you trade brooms with) is caught by two of the salem seven witches. the rest of the coven doesn't notice as they run from the threat, but you do. agatha yells for you to come into the trial, but you choose to save alice. agatha closes the doors, and you use your blood manipulation to deal with the two members of the salem seven. you save alice, and she learns a new fault of your power. she saves you by giving up a part of herself. you two make your journey through the woods to find the end of the trial, where you both talk, touch, and even confess. as the witches exit the road, and you're caught with alice, rio gets angry. it causes a lot of issue to the coven, because of what she does.

[eletricheart]

episode spoilers:

also teen's full name is teenager guys, my jaw dropped

Well i just lost my wife, lilia i'll avenge u

still upset it was only 30 minutes, i am very salty only teen got a 40 min backstory but im not gonna dwell on that

Now, i think the end of the road is gonna be like collective wish or something, it'd be weird for it to fr grant what everyone individually wants

For me, the end would be for alice and lilia to resurrect, since what they need is a coven. At least thats what this episode was about. Lilia also didnt read what teen was missing so it might not be his brother.

Teen saying Wanda is not his mom made so much sense considering he doesnt remember who he is, only the past three years with william's parents.

I do have to criticize ep5 again🥰 we have yet another trial that explained a character and helped her (even if resulted in death). Agatha was nothing more than cruelty, she had no personal growth and we just revised what we already knew by wandavision and even the start of the episode where lilia and rio just summarized salem. Also, seeing jen and lilia, especially jen, choose to continue the road to help agatha and teen right after betraying agatha and getting thrown off the road by teen. Its like ep5 never happened except we're keeping alice dead🙄 We get what less than a minute of them side eying him

Maybe they'll talk about it next episode, i hope (both the trial and down down the mud)

Overall, really good episode, i love my girls so much, lilia resurrection in 4k international holiday

I absolutely loved it, shouldve been longer, im gonna miss my wife

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Tagged by: I recently saw this in the Wings of Fire tag and decided to give it a go.

My word: cure

I'm just gonna jump around my WIPs until I find something I like. I'll write the letter first, then the title/fandom of the WIP the excerpt belongs to.

C - Mind What I Said, 2012 Avengers/Supernatural

Cold. The faintly incomprehensible sound of unfamiliar voices drifts through the haze, scratching unpleasantly at the corners of my mind. It’s cold. A chilling dampness seeps into the cracks of my existence and the stench of wet cardboard tinged with metal stings my nose. The surface beneath me hardens with each eon that passes, but my body is too heavy to consider moving and for a moment a comforting thought arises from somewhere deep within my subconscious. Ah. I’m dead, so no one will notice if I don’t get up. But that can’t be right. It’s not safe here. After a few tries, my eyes finally open and the room that steadily comes into view . . . is missing.

U - Strategy and A Sword, Prodigy Math Game

Usually she’d be saying not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but something about this felt too good to be true. It had to be. “Let’s hurry to the Academy and teach the Puppet Master a lesson!” Double ugh. The charm of the little fairy’s enthusiasm had since graduated to pestering every time she so much as thought about the Island Map. She heaved a sigh as her fingers curled around the Academy Amulet. “Put an old sock in it, Noot.” She had 46 of them now.

R - Stay Cool (It's Just A Kiss), Boueibu

Ryuu wished it could be that simple, that he could feel so secure and confident that everything would be okay, but the way it was so easy for even Yufuin-senpai and Kinugawa-senpai to pick petty fights with each other over nothing even if it was the influence of a monster was not reassuring. It had been that easy for Io to consider leaving him too and Io didn’t even have that excuse. But perhaps the worst realization of all was that the strength of their bond had been so great they’d been able to overcome the monster’s spell before the Love Shower… and yet Ryuu stood there feeling unchanged. Sure, he accepted and understood Io’s faults just as Io accepted and understood his, but it was hard not to wonder if this was a sign that maybe the breakdown of his own relationships was inevitable after all. “I’m gonna walk Komi home,” he decided. “I’ll meet up with you guys after.”

E - The Darkest Nights, Boueibu

Every evening for as long as they had been together, Goura always prepared dinner.

Your word (should you choose to accept it): heart

Tagging: @auniverseforgotten , @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth , @thatlittledandere , @koolkitty9 , @spacefinch , @fortune-maiden , @zenzenzence , @shadowmellow , @floweryuu , @nardaviel

As always, there’s no pressure to share and if I missed someone who wants to be included feel free to consider yourself also tagged~ <3

[somuch-4-stardust]

okay i fear part of the reason im back on tumblr is so i can talk about my characters... so LISTEN UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or dont i will be yapping....

these are ocs but i reject calling them that because i despise the term (jk not really cuz its accurate to what they are... but i believe people do not respect ocs as much as they should like. not mine necessarily but yall have some awesome characters and they should be treated as such. like yknow if u went to jrr tolkien and said omg i love yr OCs from lord of the rings technically yr correct but it would be odd)

anyways. the series is called truth hurts (fun fact: theres a spin off alternate universe called lies kill in which everything just goes REALLY badly) and it follows a group of teen/young adult monsters as theyre losers and awful

the main guys name is max and hes emo and has eating issues. hes egyptian american and his mom is a mummy witch thing (long story. her name is iris ily iris). hes lowkey psychic and all his friends think hes a skeleton (like.... reanimated dead style) which is really funny cuz hes not hes just malnourished. hes 17 btw i think. i dont remember whatever

his best friend is selene and shes a werewolf and she lives in a community of werewolves and their families- werewolfism is a gene that doesnt always activate so not every1 in a family is a werewolf. so selene has 5 siblings and only 1 of them is also a werewolf. ANYWAYS! her family and max's are super close except being a werewolf is SUPER SECRET so she doesnt tell max and thinks he doesnt know. he totally does tho and thinks shes just super shy about it. selene is 19 african american and like if pinkie pie was an asshole sometimes. she loves fashion and is super messy and bright and awesome

the bffs leave to follow around their favorite band (more on that later) and they meet siblings salem and crow. btw yes i know my names are awful. i love them so much. anyways salem is a goth witch and in search of other witch covens (its another long story) and crow is her little brother. hes autistic and nonverbal and really likes dragons and the barbie movies and chocolate. hes 12ish and salem is 21 i think... they're both this african/native american/asian mix thats hard to explain because the witches are almost a complete separate race???? since they came to america from west coast africa and east asia like pre 1500s... ANYWAYS!

my personal favorite because i ahte him and want him dead is caesar. hes also called casper for a while. guess what ... hes a ghost! and he has a psychic connection with max because theyre lowkey highkey soulmates. basically caesar dies at 16 (murdered by his pastor. i really want to talk about this but i wont right now........) and gets sent to purgatory which is just a vast expanse of white. usually the dead who get stuck in purgatory go crazy and kill themselves within a year BUUTTTTTTT psychic max is able to visit caesar when max is asleep, which keeps him sane. two years later max and caesar find a way to bring him back (sort of....) and he joins the crew. also theyre gay. tfw you meet some guy in your dreams and save him from going insane and become his only tie to reality. anyways caesar is sort of 19 when he gets back but also he is still physically 16. hes my white blonde guy because you guys know how i am about blondes

and the forever forgotten (seriously none of my friends care about her) last member is marin. they're a selkie/mermaid/water creature (she calls herself a selkie but theyre not very similar to selkies in typical lore). theyre this wide eyed ginger 14 year old who is sort of a girl but the selkie species doesnt really folloow the same kind of gender so shes a she and a they and she doesnt care. she left her watery home of the great lakes to explore the world of humans and theyre super sweet and wonderful and also a little scary.

anyways. the whole gang basically is following around max's special interest favorite band- the lost boys. they're vampires but the world doesnt know because they think its just a bit cuz theyre an emo-goth band. they have nothing to do with the lost boys movie (or is it a show????) which i accidentally plagiarized despite never seeing or hearing about the movie until it was brought up by my friends. anyways theyre called the lost boys cuz their stage names are peter pan, wendy, slightly and nibs. real names being silas raven damon and archie. silas (lead guitarist) runs a clothing brand called 'truth hurts' and max is insanely obsessed with it(some of you know exactly what was inspo for this.....). silas shares that there will be different and exclusive truth hurts merch at every city on TLB upcoming tour so max takes all his savings out to road trip across america with selene and follow the tour. raven is transwomen with insane vocals (she uses her gorgeous low voice for singing but speaks in a more traditionally feminine higher pitched voice) and shes dating silas. damon is the bass guitarist and the oldest vampire in the band (was turned like 300 years ago). archie is IRISH! and the drummer. hes funny.

also salem and selene hate each other for most of the series but thats only because they absolutely are in love. max and caesar are doomed and in love forever. marin briefly has a crush on a fairy but they dont date. shes sort of aroish. crow will get a wonderful girlfriend a couple years post truth hurts series.

[salt-n-salt]

HI! Wishing you the best for finals!

Sorry if it's a bother but I just realised that I haven't actually made a clear distinction between my two besties.

The screenshot one absolutely is not a Shane girlie, like AT ALL. And the horse friend is a very big Shane fan for the exact same reasons as you.

This image encapsulates these two cause they obsess over the same characters but SHANE is the one divide.

Thank you for looking at this goofy ass not-an-ask and as thanks, here's some teaser sketches for the Apollo ref sheet and a WIP Shane on fire for an au I'm cooking up🙇‍♂️

AGAIN BEST OF LUCK WITH FINALS!!!

CRUNCHY ! TWO THINGS !

to ur boob-loving and shane-hating friend .. i ask .. how can u hate a man w honkers THAT honking .. close ur eyes and let the boobs be all he is .. 👩‍💼 as evidence i offer to the court shane and haley comparing boob sizes:

TWO ! it’s criminal and actually illegal that I haven’t given u an apollo yet so I’m dropping one here 🤭 in a skin tight shirt bc im sure u know why

ALSO IM STILL EXCITED TO SEE UR SHANE ON FIRE AU .. SALEM WITCH TRIAL SHANE AU ..

[teeth-farie]

SALEM OMG I MISSED U IN MY NOTIFICATIONS!!! may i humbly request mammon with 19: “you’re doing so well” or like. any praise. i’ll explode

19- “You’re doing so well.”

To say Mammon was touch starved was an understatement. He craved it so badly, the gentle touch of a reassuring hand. One one level it saddens you to see him so desperate for love, but on another, selfish level, you like seeing him kick and squirm like this.

The demon shakes as your hand slowly slides up and down the swollen length of his cock, palm slick with lube and precum. His head lolls to the side, resting on his shoulder. “Please,” he whimpers like a habit, asking for everything and nothing at the same time. It almost makes you want to take pity on him. Almost.

“You’re doing so well.” You say sweetly to him, a saccharine croon that incites a pitiful moan and rolling hips. “I’m good,” he parrots, baby blues shining with unshed tears. You can’t help but kiss him, open mouthed and wanting. He reciprocates eagerly, holding your arms tightly.

The pad of your finger slides over his dripping slit and he jerks in your hold, kissing you tighter. “Good boy.” You mumble against his plush lips, finger rubbing back and forth over the small hole. Mammon’s eye twitches, fangs catching against your lip as he cums.