#hmmm something something. monster. man. mirror.

[shoyoist]

please expand more on the shoyo tiktok gym thing 😭 i am going insane ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE >:)

content: gn!reader, timeskip and final arc spoilers. established private relationship (that gets revealed). tiktok thirst traps :P just fluff. i rambled a lot lmaoo. note: hehe of course!! for you & me lan<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ hinata shoyo tiktok baddie era let's gooo!

hmmm so shoyo decides to try tiktok out because of all the hype the jnt receives during the olympics. they're the monster generation after all — atsumu and suna have been gaining quite a lot of traction on their pages, and they ask shoyo to cameo in their videos often, by popular demand. so he decides to give it a go!

of course, as soon as shoyo launches his tiktok and posts a video (just a short one of him sitting on the locker room bench at practice, introducing himself while the rest of the jnt are walking around and chatting in the background) he blows up instantly. @n1njashoyo gains over 30k followers within a day, and his first video gets a 100k likes in a couple of days. his account becomes big news everywhere.

he's one of the most popular members of the team globally, so it makes sense. he's known as the cutest player on the jnt, and in brazil/argentina he's so famous as “ninja shoyo”. people start tagging him in edits and fancams, and he sometimes duets them to praise and thank them.

lots of “hinata senshu notice me please 🥺” comments on his videos, and he replies to some of them with “hi !! 👋🏻” because he's just the cutest ever fr <33 he also responds to most japanese commenters and people that comment in portuguese because he understands them better.

his posts are mostly workout routine videos, different kinds of warm-up/cool-down stretches, high protein meal plan discussions—and he also films (and ocassionally goes live during) his evening runs and practise sessions. he has a series of form correction videos on volleyball, and a series of videos on resistance workouts that target specific muscles.

and every time he posts a clip where he's shirtless, doing curls or just anything with the weights, the videos are so clean and zoom in on his muscles so nicely<3 people start commenting things like “hinata sen do you have a camera man?” and he replies to one of them like “yes i do! :)” and they start telling him “senshu i think your cameraman has a crush on you...” little do they know v_v.

he doesn't respond to those comments, and the rumours about him having a lover away from public eye resurface. some viewers from brazil (where he lives at, since he's a player for ASAS) say that they “know something the others dont” etc etc.

and it builds up until about six months after shoyo launches his tiktok, one night he posts a thirst trap. low exposure filter, dim blue lighting, he's shirtless and standing infront of the mirror in just a pair of sweats — and behind him, someone is wrapping their arms around his waist. the video ends as soon as you fully lock your arms around his waist, and it drives his fans crazy.

the fangirls start posting about how their dream husband just announced that they're no longer single, comments like “gf reveal???” “hinata sen WHO IS THAT” “mr. hinata shoyo EXPLAIN” fill nearly all his recent videos.

after that little stunt, he disappears from social media for a bit. he had posted the thirst trap right on the brink of off season, and he stops posting on any of his socials for a couple of months.

then one day he makes a sudden, quick comeback — he drops a long video of himself and you, his beautiful partner, relaxing at a beach resort and enjoying a sunset dinner together at the beach. he clinks his glass of cherry wine with yours, takes a sip and grins at you all dopey before leaning in to give you a kiss. there are matching golden bands on both your ring fingers.

and the caption? “5 stars ⭐ food is good !! :)”

[kimryowo]

Our Not-So Happy Ending

prologue - part iii.

❝泉から飲む、死の聖水。❞

“Myaah!” Grim shouted.

The ghosts screamed, “hwaaaaaaahhh! We gotta get out of here before we disappear for good!”

Grim, Enma and Y/N glanced around as the ghosts fled, that was so fun! 

“H-Huh? Did we… did we win?” The feline asked.

“That was incredible, thanks for your help, you two.” Enma praised.

“Uwahhh! That was so wonderhoy! We should play again!” Y/N laughed.

Grim and Enma stared at her quizzically, was she not scared of the ghosts? She was certainly a bizarre girl, though, Enma found it kind of endearing.

“Aw, geez, I was scared outta my— er, I mean, they didn’t faze me one bit! Just a walk in the park for a mage of my caliber! Whaddaya got to say now, ghosties? That’s right!” Grim exclaimed triumphantly.

Suddenly, Crowley appeared once more, holding two plates of food, “good evening. In another gesture of my immense kindness, I have brought you dinner— Wait, that’s the creature we ejected for causing trouble at orientation! What is it doing here!?”

“Takin’ care of yer’ ghost problem, that’s what! You’re welcome by the way!” Grim said with a smirk.

“What is the meaning of this, Enma! Miss Y/N!? But you know, on that topic, I do seem to recall that this dorm had a mischievous ghost problem. Ah, yes… that’s why it was abandoned, in fact. The ghosts scared away all the students. So, you’re saying that you three joined forces to drive them away?” Crowley asked.

“Well… it was more like Grim and I,” Enma said, glancing at Y/N as she began opening doors to look for the ghosts, “aw… I was gonna perform a show for them!” She whined.

“… “Joined forces” isn’t exactly how I’d describe it,” Grim began, “more like I drove ‘em away, and the humans watched. And I only did it ‘cause I wanted some tuna. Hey…! Wait a minute! I never got those cans of tuna ya’ promised!” 

Crowley let out a surprised hum, “oh? Would you three be so kind as to demonstrate your ghost-eradication methods for me?”

Grim looked a little annoyed, “one, no, ‘cause I already wiped ‘em all out. And two, no, ‘cause where’s my tuna!?”

The headmage laughed, “I will play the parts of the ghosts. As for the tuna, you’ll receive it when you defeat me. Ohhh, what generosity, Crowley… Now! Time to chug this transmutation potion!”

And like he said, Crowley began to drink the said transmutation potion that had magically appeared in his hands.

“Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me! I gotta work together with the humans again!?” Grim complained loudly.

Y/N just laughed with sparkles in her eyes, “woahh! Come on, Enma! Come on, Grim, we get to have fun!”

“…You know, this could be your chance to enrol.” Enma whispered to Grim tauntingly.

Grim let out a frustrated huff, “hrmph! All right, fine! But this is the last time! And I better be up to my jowls of tuna afterwards!” 

After showing Crowley that they had managed to become Ghostbusters, Grim and Enma were panting, Y/N on the other hand was still full of energy.

“Incredible…” The headmage praised, “I’ve never seen anyone bend a monster to their will the way you have. I must confess, my educators intutition did sense something about you after the brouhaha at orientation, you two. I could tell you had a certain animal trainer, beast masterish quality to you. Oh, yes. That said, I…” he trailed off into mumbles.

“Headmage Crowley, I have a question,” Enma said, “Grim would really like to go to this school, so… would it be possible for Grim to stay with us?”

“WHAT!? A monster, stay HERE?” The eccentric man sputtered.

“Whoa, did you just—?” Grim asked, offended.

“Please, sir!” Enma begged, “what if there are more ghosts?”

Y/N nodded, “yes,  yes! Please!”

Crowley seemed to ponder his options for a while, “hmmm… I suppose I cannot deny your pleas. Very well.”

The girl let out a loud cheer, “yay!”

Grim and Enma were shocked too.

“Though, let me be clear! Under no circumstances would I admit anyone to Night Raven College who has not been selected by the Dark Mirror — especially not a monster! Nor do I intend you, Y/N and Enma, to freeload until you’re able to return home,” Crowley said sternly, almost as if he were scolding children.

Grim whined again, “hrmph… never shoulda’ gotten my hopes up…”

“Now, now, allow me to explain. It was the Dark Mirror that transported you here and therefore, this school does bear some responsibility for your wellbeing. So, I will allow you both to remain this dorm, free of charge! However, you’ll need to pay for your own food, clothing and incidentals. As to how you will do so… penniless as you are… ah. Ahaha, yes, a fine plan!” The man explained with a dark laugh.

Enma gulped, “what exactly are you planning to make us do?”

Y/N nodded, curious as well. “Un, what are we gonna do?”

“You needn’t seem so alarmed,” the man reassured. “I’m simply going to ask you to do a few odd jobs around campus. From what you’ve done here, Enma, I can tell you know your way around a broom. Though, Miss Y/N on the other hand… Ah, never mind. So, what do you both say to you three working together as a janitorial team? If you agree to that, I will make a special exception and allow you to remain on campus. I’ll also allow you use of the library so that you may study and research ways to get home. How soundlessly charitable I am. Ah, but only when your work is over, of course!”

“Whaaat!? What kinda deal is that!?” Grim asked with a huff, “I wanna put on one of those sweet uniforms and be a student, not sweep up people’s junk!”

“If you’re not satisfied with my offer, I can arrange to have you thrown out again,” Crowley added casually.

“W-Wha!? All right, fine. Let’s do it!” Grim agreed burgrudingly.

“What other choice do I have..?” Enma sighed, before he turned to face Y/N, “what about you?”

Y/N nodded, “okay! Let’s do it.”

“Wonderful. Then I beseech you three… to work hard as the newest members of the Night Raven College’s janitorial staff!”

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

The next day, Y/N was up and about first. 

She had been woken up to someone calling her name. The voice sounded familiar, as if it were one of her friends from back in her world. But… when she opened her eyes, there was no one there.

She had tried to find a charger for her phone within the ramshackled dorm, though, she came out empty handed.

A few of the ghosts had come to watch over her as she tried desperately to find some way to charge up her phone. She had to access the SEKAI. If this were a dream, she probably wouldn’t be able to access the SEKAI from here, but if she could, then she’d know that she wasn’t dreaming.

She missed her friends. She missed her family. And she missed performing.

Maybe she’d never get home.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

She soon joined her newfound roommates as Crowley had come inside the dorm, “good morning, Enma. Miss Y/N. Did you sleep well?”

Y/N just shrugged, “it was okay.”

“Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frames! Exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm!? And worse yet, we got woken up by ghosts!” Grim whined.

“I didn’t sleep well either…” Enma mumbled as he stretched his back.

“Well, it’s understandable you’d be anxious after being pulled into such an unfamiliar place. But the world can be cruel sometimes. So, suck it up and move on!” Crowley said with a smile, “now, speaking of moving on, let us discuss your assignment for today.”

They then walked to the lounge of the dorm.

“Your job today is to clean the campus,” the man explained. “That said, the campus is vast, and without magic, it’d be quite the Herculean task to clean it all. Therefore, today I’ll have you focus on the area spanning from the front gates to the library. Now, Enma… I do expect that you’ll keep a close eye on Grim and Miss Y/N, lest Grim causes another incident like yesterday. Miss Y/N, on the other hand, just keep an eye on her… I feel as if she might cause an accident if left unsupervised…”

“Understood…” Enma said, taking a glance at the feline and Y/N.

“Do not fail me. You may take your lunch in the cafeteria. I eagerly wait the fruits of your labor.” Then, Crowley soon left the dorm.

Grim growled, “hmph. I ain’t cleanin’ nothin’! I’m here to study magic so I can be blastin’ off spells left and right! Like BAM! POW! FWOOM!”

“Yeah! I wanna go all BOOM! BAM! POW! FWOOM! Too!” Y/N said happily, “what about you Enma?”

The boy sighed, this felt like babysitting, he ignored her question, “after we clean, we can study in the library…”

She pouted when he didn’t give a response.

Arriving on the Main Street of Night Raven College, the three janitors glanced at the seven statues.

“Wow, so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible! I didn’t get to see it much yesterday and what’s the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary/ Like, this lady here looks like she’s got some reeeeeeeal anger management issues.” Grim said.

“You don’t know the Queen of Hearts?” A ginger haired boy with a red heart shaped mark over his left eye asked curiously.

“Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?” Grim asked.

Oh, Y/N remembered that story from when she were a little girl. That was the story of when Alice fell down a rabbit hole and into Wonderland. It was one of her favourite stories to read when she was little.

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago. She was a strict woman who prized order over all. She wouldn’t tolerate a rose being off-colour or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!” The boy explained.

“Eh!?” Y/N exclaimed, she remembered the story but she didn’t think that the Queen of Hearts actually did that!

“That’s seriously messed up!” Grim sputtered.

“Pretty cool, right? I’m a big fan.” The boy said. “I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?”

Grim and Y/N both seemed to think about whether they’d agree of disagree. Soon, Grim seemed to agree. “Yeah, true. A leader needs to be strong. But… puttin’ that aside, who’re you?”

“Oh! Name’s Ace. I’m a first year student here, as of… today! Pleased to meetcha.” Ace introduced himself.

“I’m Grim! I’m a prodigy who’s plannin’ to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived. Those there’s my far less interesting hench-humans!” Grim announced.

“I’m Yuuken Enma, this is Y/N — and it’s nice to meet you.” Enma greeted.

Y/N nodded excitedly, “yeah! My name is Otori Y/N! Wonderhoy!” 

“W-Wonderhoy..?” Ace repeated, confused.

But Y/N just giggled.

“So, tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scar on its eye a famous ruler too?” Grim asked as Y/N stopped her giggles.

“Why of course! That’s the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna. But, he wasn’t born into the throne — he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes. When he became king, he decreed that the hyenas would be pariahs no more and should live among his subjects as equals,” Ace explained.

“Sounds like a great guy! Not everyone’s able to look past social status like that. Who’s the lady with the octopus legs?” 

“The Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto/ She basically devoted her life to helping troubled menfolk. If they were willing to pay the price, she’d help them change their appearance, find love, whatever! They say she was so good, there was no wish she couldn’t grant. They also say that the price was a tad steep, though. But, she was granting wishes so of course it was!”

“Myahah! So you’re saying that once I’m a great mage, gettin’ rich off folks will be a total cinch!? Oh, oh! Do the dude with the big hat next!”

…Y/N knew these people. They were the villains in the fairytales she read as a child. Did the students here see these people as heroes?

“That’s the Sorcerer of the Sands. He was an advisor to a total dolt of a sultan. He was a smart guy. Really capable sort. He exposed this swindler once — some guy pretending to be a prince in order to trick the princess! After that, he got this magic lamp and became the greatest sorcerer in the world. Then, they say… they say he used that power to become a great sorcerer himself!”

“Wow! Guess it’s true that an advisor needs to be an excellent judge of character, huh? And what about this beauty over here?”

“She’s a queen who was said to be the fairest in all the land. In fact, she used her magic mirror to check how she ranked on a daily basis! When it looked like her position was threatened, they say she’d do anything to keep it. Can you even imagine the level of dedication it would requite to keep a record like that? Also, they say she was a master of making poisons!”

There were too many similarities to her world. Where these people were nothing but fairytales. Y/N didn’t understand why these people were idolised here.

“Gees! She’s pretty, but that sounds kinda scary!”

“You think so? I gotta respect the hustle!” Ace said with a laugh.

“F-For sure… Sounds like she fought hard for what she believed in and never gave up! And they one there, with the flaming head. Now THAT guy looks scary!”

“That’s the King of the Underworld. He singlehandly ruled a kingdom with rambunctious spirits — that takes competence! He may look scary, but he was a straight shooter who worked tirelessly at a tough job he never even asked for. I mean, this is the guy who was ordering Cerberus, the Hydra and the Titans to battle for him.”

“Hmmm… That is something. T’think he could have that much power and not let it go to his head! And that last one there, with the horns.”

“That’s the Thorn Fairy who lived on a mythical mountain. She was noble and elegant and a master of magic and curses — even by the standards of these seven! She commanded storms, covered the kingdom with thorns… and she could use magic on a massive scale! She could even turn herself into a giant dragon!” Ace explained chipperly, oblivious to Y/N’s puzzled expression.

“Ooh. A dragon! What all monsters yearn to be!” Grim said excitedly.

“Pretty cool, huh? Not like some piddling weasel…” Ace trailed off.

Things were getting so much weirder for Y/N. Why were so many things clashing in this world compared to her own?

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mixed Messages Intro

[A casual encounter with Rain and Swiss leaves Dew feeling conflicted. This is a short, set up piece to kind of kick things off with this series, so you can skip it if you want. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

Dew would like to know how he got here.

Sandwiched between a shockingly cuddly Swiss and a snoring Rain.

Yes, indeed, the perfect, pretty Rain snores, loud and proud, and Swiss, who's usually so cocky and confident is an absolute snuggle monster.

But that's not what's weirding Dew out the most.

It's that one minute they were watching a movie, and the next, Rain's hand is drifting up his thigh.

That's fine.

Dew doesn't mind the contact, Hell, he's down for a little sneaky under the blankets shenanigans, but it's when Swiss begins mirroring Rain's actions that he starts to feel...

He breathes, and, fuck, when did the room get so warm?

Featherlight touches cause him to open his legs more, until he's acutely aware of how... on display he is.

It's only the three of them in the living room, but there's a tickle of something akin to embarrassment that brings color to his cheeks.

Swiss begins to knead his thigh, and, while Dew is trying to process this new sensation, Rain decides to lean over, causing him to jump slightly as he turns and sees just how close he is.

They're practically nose to nose, and, oh.

Oh, Rain's eyes are... they're such a pretty blue.

Or maybe they're green.

Some fancy word for a color that's a bit of both that Dew probably knew at some point but never cared to commit to memory, and now deeply regrets forgetting.

Rain meets his gaze, and...

"You want to come back to our room?"

It was just supposed to be a bit of fun.

A casual hook up that wasn't supposed to mean anything.

Didn't mean anything.

Doesn't mean anything.

But...

"Here, have some water." Swiss says, making him take small sips from the bottle in his hands while Rain cleans him up, "That's a good boy."

"Let's get you a change of clothes, huh?" Rain says, grabbing his own clothes from the drawer and helping Dew into them, because his limbs had felt like jello.

"Come on, lay back down."

"But-"

"You can stay."

Swiss pets his hair until he can't fight the idea of going to sleep anymore.

The last thing he hears before he completely loses consciousness is Rain chuckling softly, and the feeling of twin kisses being pressed to his temples.

He felt so...

Safe.

Comfortable.

...Loved.

But now...

Dew pokes at the arm holding his waist, getting no reaction from the slumbering multi ghoul, he then tries to squirm free, but he only manages to get so far before Swiss' limbs constrict around him.

"Swiss..." Dew whispers, not wanting to wake Rain, "Swiss, c'mon, let go."

"Mn... where you going?" he mumbles, pressing his cheek against the middle of Dew's back, "Gotta pee?"

"No, I-"

Rain hitches his leg over his own, foot resting on Swiss' hip, "...Hmmm...?"

Dew wriggles.

"...What's wrong?" Rain yawns.

"Dew's gotta use the bathroom...?" Swiss supplies unhelpfully, his grip loosening slightly as he moves his one hand down to grab Rain's foot.

"I don't! I just..." Dew slides his legs out from under Rain's and throws them over Swiss' side, eliciting a gentle "Oomph" from the other man as he hops out of the bed.

"Dew?"

Flustered beyond all belief, Dew scrambles his way to the door and...

...Runs all the way back to his own bedroom.

"...What the fuck."

[happi-tree]

Terry Jr for that character ask game ?

Hihihi Aether! Hope you're doing well, lovebird <333

So, Terry Jr. TJ. Teej. *begins weeping*

First impression: A little bit of a brat. Somewhat understandable between juggling teenage angst and adjusting to Ron's, uh, Ron-ness (affectionate <3), but would it kill him to be a little nicer about it? :/

Impression now: THAT'S MY FUCKING SON AND I MISS HIM TERRIBLY!!! So sick and twisted of Anthony to do that to him 😭😭😭 He's been through so much and he just wants to be there for his stepdaughter like his stepfather was there for him and!!!! Dissolves into a puddle of tears.

Favorite moment: Either the entire Thing that was the end of Tower of Terry or when he spotted Scary picking up the lunch he made for her and smiled about it :') I love him so much

Idea for a story: Hhhhhh this is one I've been meaning to actually write for a bit and have talked about a ton on Discord but! AU with seasoned vampire Terry Jr attempting to take fledgling vampire Scary under his wing. Scary is Not Having It, obviously (and is even MORE adamantly against it once she figures out he's coincidentally the new guy her mom's been seeing), but eventually she falls super ill bc she hasn't had blood in awhile and so Terry guiltily takes care of her while she's too out of it to argue. It only further complicates things that they were both Turned by the same man (Willy Stampler, obviously). They end up having a bit of a heart-to-heart on what it is to be a monster and how to live with yourself when you have to kill to stay alive sometimes and when you have the knowledge that you'll outlive everyone you know and love. Terry has no idea if she'll remember any of this conversation once she gets a good day's rest, but it feels like something of a breakthrough to him :')

Unpopular opinion: Hmmm idk the general opinion the fandom has bc it seems like things are mixed rn. The only "unpopular" option that's coming to mind for him right now is him just. Not coming back. But I do want him to come back in some way, so??? Hm. Oh! I think it would be cool if he switched classes between seasons from a caster to more of a fighter - not ONLY would it explain why Anthony is constantly referring to him as a "swordboy" and why he hasn't cast a single spell, it also gives him another parallel with Scary - they have both given up some element of the past selves (Scary, her peppy persona, Terry, his wizardry) in order to pursue what they think will serve them best. Also, it's quite possible that Terry associates his talent for learning magic with his trauma from Faerun and is attempting to distance himself from that (his mother is a therapist, after all, so I think that if one of the kiddads is going to make a single choice in favor of their own mental wellbeing, it's probably him). Anyway. Is this anything.

Favorite relationship: Terry and Scary I think! They just mirror each other in SUCH interesting and complex ways and episode 36 has only further solidified that for me 🥰

Favorite headcanon: Not so much a headcanon as a series of predictions, but I LOVE the idea of Terry coming back as a vampire. I also saw someone mention the possibility of Terry coming back as an Aasimar, which would be soooooo fucking neat, especially since it draws an interesting dichotomy between himself and Nicky. Angel/demon imagery and all that. I can already feel the desire to make Terrick content if that ends up being the case. That said, I hope he comes back and I hope he comes back Wrong :)))

[homoantagonism]

Harrow the Ninth Part 4: chapters 12-16

Six months before the Emperor’s murder – oh no, we’re doing time jumps now? My brain hurts already.

Harrow’s utter willingness to cut herself open and use her own body as materials is… mildly concerning.

“The Saint of Patience quite liked ‘diet Lyctor’” I think I agree with Augustine. Keeping that.

“You could never be Ninth again – except when you closed Ianthe’s door.” Because like it or not, Ianthe is the only thing Harrow knows from Canaan House, and thus the only person who’s from her old life, which has Gideon in it. She gave Harrow all the notes and holds the key to her memories, presumably.

Ohhh man. I still don’t know if Jod is actually God or some pretender, but the way he’s portraying himself with all the different facets of God is fascinating. You have the Teacher who mirrors the Father type of God, you have the ancient, angry, inhuman Old Testament God, you have the God who forgives the unforgivable and takes them onto himself a la Jesus. Of course it’s the last God that Harrow loves and wants to believe in, because he offers her safety and compassion, and that’s the type of God Christians want to believe in too. But it’s never that simple, and I still don’t trust this.

“once you turn your back on something, you have no more right to act as though you own it.” Dead Tomb lady? Her utter perfection almost sounds like she was created. And with Jod being very willing to take on Harrow’s parents’ sins of “creating a monster” … hmmm.

“Suspects me mad.” Suspects? Honey, you are way off the rocker by now.

Ianthe being sleep-deprived, living off red meat and apples, and crying at night is hilarious, but also Harrow how do you know this? Are they sleeping in the same room? Is Harrow spying? This is so toxic oh my god.

The narration keeps dissing Ianthe but I can’t tell if that’s Harrow’s actual feelings or Gideon being salty and jealous. It feels like it might be the latter, since Harrow has a thing for girls who look dead.

Revenants can inhabit, “Any possession that they kept over time, that was exposed to their thalergy and thanergy.” OH, LIKE A BIG-ASS SWORD?

Okay so the way to slow down the ghost planets is to blow up their food, which is other mini planets, but killing those suddenly makes MORE GHOST MINI-PLANETS! What if one of those things escapes during a routine planet-cracker mission and starts working its way up to revenant beast status? This does not seem sustainable at all.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[wardenred]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! If your OC's were to find themselves transformed into classic Halloween monsters (or different monsters if they're already of that demographic) what would they be? How do they feel about the lifestyle change?

Hi, thanks for the ask!

Hmmm... So let's do this with the MTWNK crew.

I think Bariq would turn into a werewolf, because that whole typical werewolf "man vs beast" inner conflict resonates with who he is. He would probably hardly notice the change. "So in the past, when I got really angry / when certain conditions were met, I turned into a killing machine. And now... I turn into a killing machine, but with fur and sharp teeth. Anyway,"

Vezee would be Bride of Frankenstein—that counts, right? I have no idea why, even. It just seems like a logical choice for her. She'd get to be creepy and also in distress. Probably lots of cause for drama, she loves drama. Alternatively: Dracula's Bride.

Rinouk would absolutely be a ghost, because they already often feel like a ghost in their life, what with being a newbie in an established adventuring group who are all too busy with their drama to actually listen to them. At first, they would be stressed to be a ghost. Then they'd get that they can now cause poltergeist stuff and suddenly manifest in mirrors and do other stuff that would Make People Finally Pay Attention. It's possible they would start digging it. For a while.

Kastur would probably be a ghost, too, except he'd be the kind who just hangs around and observes people, which is what he always does anyway. He'd probably find it more convenient to observe people while being incorporeal and not having to stop at the door to pick a lock. He'd get bored of his incorporeal status, though, as soon as it began to interfere with his reading.

Sufjen would absolutely be a very cheerful Grim Reaper. Yay, he gets to live forever! And kill people! Perfect lifestyle, 10/10... WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS IN SERVICE TO DEATH. WHO IS DEATH. WHO DOES DEATH THINK IT IS. Brb, gotta murder Death and take their place.

Veliesh and Dagatha would be two very stressed witches trying to magic eveyrone and everything back to normal. Preferably before Sufjen kills death or something.

[the-light-of-stars]

oh i would love to hear more about the new oc!!

aww hi!! Thanks so much for the ask !!! ❤️ sorry for the belated reply the social anxiety and lack of sleep got me -

well. He's not actually a new OC, I've had him for years it's just that I've only really started working on him again about hmmm I'd say three months ago? I had been mainly thinking about another OC, and then was in a creative slump for years, but for the past few months it's gotten better again and well, I've mainly been thinking about this one particular OC , I've got to admit. And been annoying the discord anout him hah

The core concept of the character I'd say is that he struggles a lot with controlling how other people think of and perceive him, not out of social anxiety or lack of confidence, really, but because he somewhat obsessively needs to make sure the image he projects of himself is just right , like an actor making sure they nail the characterisation of the role they are playing. There's something about social roles and perception, alienation of the self and the other, control and lack of it, and such.

Importantly, he's just a regular guy, the whole ghost thing is actually more backdrop or catalyst for his character development, his main struggle lies less with the throes of the paranormal he's found himself in and moreso with the internal issues he has already had when he was still alive, just now heightened and mirrored in his new undead living situation.

A struggle with humanity if you will, except instead of the classic "am I a monster?" question the problem lies less in a loss of humanity and a fight to reclaim it but more in the inescapability of it, very human flaws and issues that have to be dealt and come to terms with, paranormal eritch vampire ghost or not.

in short: he's a loser. loser man. guy so consumed with how others perceive him he doesn't let himself live - not even when he's dead.

[givereadersahug]

Scarlet!! For fic writer questions: 1, 17, 26, & 41!

(Since you're avoiding fests I figure I'd make it worth your while with multiple questions! :D)

Danni! Yes, I totally need a distraction. This fest fic is going nowhere fast. 😂

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) Hmmm. I...don't know? I'm not much of a plot-heavy writer, or a long-fic writer, tbh. I go for the vibes and I love drabbles! And I lean toward the tropes/emotions I'm writing/going for. For example - Gold (Harry Potter, Snarry for enrapture and smitten), Sectumsempra (Harry Potter, Snarry for power play & dark Harry Potter), and Devotion (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom for found family.) It all depends on the prompt I was given and the mood I'm in. My style can radically change from fic to fic or stay the same. It must be frustrating for any who follow me. 🤣

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

This is HIGHLY specific and I'm sure I'm the only one who will even read this fic but one day...ONE DAY...I'll write a Harry Potter/SK8 the Infinity/Thor mash-up fic. Will it make sense? Hell no! Will all my ships make an appearance? Hell yes! Will I laugh and be joyful at the monster I created and unleashed onto the world? You bet!

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

I have written fics with no dialogue! Many, in fact! They are mostly drabbles, though. [Same Old, Same Old (Harry Potter, Snily), The Mirror of Erised (Harry Potter, Gen), Beach Date (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom)]

I did come close to writing one only dialogue fic [Satisfaction (Harry Potter, Snarry)], but alas. The last paragraph was needed to explain something. I think I would try again one day! But, man. Was that hard. 😂

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

There are many fics that made me go, 'Wow, I want to write like that,' including yours, Danni! ❤️❤️❤️ However, the first fic that made me go YES, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS GREAT and had me go re-reading it and re-reading it some more to examine the structure, the prose, the mood, the themes....it got to be The Price by Ark (Thor, Thorki). My all time, favorite fic across all fandoms. Hands downnnn. There are writers, who imo are god-tier in how they write and their fics are something I can never replicate, even if I tried. But The Price is the first that had me go --- Yes, I can do this. It's simple, yet majestic. The ebb and flow of the prose, the plot, the structure is like watching someone paint a masterpiece in front of my eyes. There were so, so, so many great post-IW Thorki fics with great plot, great characterizations, great writing, but The Price? It literally took my breath away. I'm a simple gal. Some of my favorite books and fics has no ornate writing style. (A style which I love! Don't get me wrong.) But I like lyrical sentences that doesn't draw too much attention to the prose till you close the book/turn off your phone and it hits you straight in the chest on how the writer crafted such a dense, emotional story through simple story-telling that has you thinking about the it for days and weeks afterwards. I don't know how to describe it. I can only point to books by Yoko Ogawa, Aimee Bender, and Jhumpa Lahiri as examples. They are some of my favorites writers and their style is something I aspired to. I found that in The Price, but yet The Price is more. More grand, more adventurous, more lyrical. I just love it to bits, if you can't tell. 🤣

Thanks for asking! <3

questions for fic writers

answered - 1, 17, 26, 41

[finsterhund]

a bigger post more about the Boogeyman movie I guess.

Continuation from this: here

When the Boogeyman destroyed the spherical nightlight it made me so sad. The poor nightlight. It was like one of the moon ones yeah? Kinda. FUck him.

Interesting that they're playing into the Boogeyman being capable of voice copying as well as the shape shifting. So this feels like a simpler IT.

I always like to think about if these supernatural things actually evolved naturally and the fact that a creature with seemingly impossible mimicry abilities would evolve to fit the "preys on humans" niche that our houses and cities have caused to have been left vacant for so long. It uses familiarity to get close and blend in, and then it eats children who are unattended in "the safety of their own homes" because we're so comfortable in how our dens are safe have been for so long, and when natural survival instinct is filed away under "neurosis that must be cured" hmmm. An opportunist that evolved to permeate the safety of our nests, relying on us having gone soft. Something that adapted to the specifications of our own protective measures we're so confident works on everything in nature. Now I'm just thinking about the speculative evolution brainstorming I've been doing for my Underbed project again. How I'm torn between just how much the creatures of Underbed are naturally evolved and how much they're supernatural. I'm leaning more into "they were animals… at one point… perhaps evolved originally on Earth… but that's not where they live now… as in maybe they've completely adapted to being forced to live in this other dimension and only capable of coming into the now hostile alien world known as Earth from humanity's empty liminal spaces. Hahaha. Wish I could actually write the damn story though.

The visuals are pretty great in my opinion. The sketch of the entity is pretty cool while not being over the top. Spectre-esque, and the infecting tendril roots it puts down in places it's taking up residence are very good looking. I hate to come back to Skinamarink all the time but something like that, some more obvious more unnatural fucking with the house's appearance beyond removing exits and slightly fucking up stuff would have been cool to see just in the corner of a shot for like, less than a minute at a time to really add to it. More stuff like the hand I thought was so well done. But budget restraints of a tiny micro indie title I suppose. But then again if Kyle had a friend who was into textile arts and special effects on the project a whole lot could have been done practical. Idk. I hope for his next project he stays super indie but gets like, a gang of friends who each has like, a different visual medium special interest. I'd love to see those big goopy practical effect slime blood monster puppetry smoke and mirrors of old again.

This part: "it needs the dark to stay hidden… fire was the first thing man used to see at night" "it's really been around that long?" "I think it's been around forever" fucking sick as hell. So cool. Loved that.

The home movie lullaby scene got me crying a bit. Props to the dad not pushing his own way of grieving too much on the kids. When the older sibling gets after him for wanting to get rid of the mom's art supplies he actually APOLOGIZED and allowed her to keep them. Even if she had to put them in creepy basement.

I'm really hoping the mom becomes some sort of Spot Power not-exactly-an-entity that can fight the boogeyman. Also older sibling has an almost "Andy mullet bowl cut" hairstyle and I didn't notice until she had the house party.

Our first substantial look at the monster and the design is pretty good too. Has a partially mummified humanoid face with milky white eyes that have just enough luster to them that they glow in lower light in that way that has the potential to fuck with me but coincidentally it would seem the total absence of pupils nullifies how scary I find "human eye white glowing in the dark" so huh.

The bullying is also pretty realistic in this movie. You know this fucker was just trying to push the boundary as much as she could on how much abuse could she "accidentally" direct at the girl with the dead mom she wanted an excuse to demonize. She fully deserved that fucking slap. But then she immediately played the victim waaaahhhh wahhhhhh you hit me. And she gets to be in the right because she's the "calm one who never resorted to violence" oh no, just secretly instigated the entirety of the thing… 😒 God.

FUCK. THE SCENE WITH THR YOUNGER SISTER FIRING A WEAPON IN THE VIDEO GAME BECAUSE IT LIT UP MORE OF THR SCREEN BRIGHTER AND SHE WAS TOO SCARED TO GO AND GET A BETTER LIGHT SOURCE SO SHE TRIED TO IMPROVISE AND ADAPT WITH THE TV AS A LIGHT SOURCE SHE DID HAVE ACCESS TO UNLOCKED SOME PRIMAL REPRESSED MEMORIES OF SIMILAR. OH MY GOD.

Of course then I had to think about how I still intuitively on instinct do that shit with phone and computer all the time 😬😬😬😬 great. Just. Nyctophobia moments. I guess.

The shot of the bogeyman perched on top of the TV was so good. I got fucking chills. Then it cut to the scene of it actually jumping into the glow of the TV and moving and bruh… actually seeing its anatomy and how it moves. It's just like, quadrupedal Slenderman/the rake and the effects don't look "there" enough. Like it doesn't feel like it actually takes up space. It's a 3D model. Such a great shot but then immediately I'm broken out of it. For some reason I thought her getting thrown into the TV looked funny. I blame that gangly fuck.

Using a child as bait. Lmaoo oh my god that got serious fast. "I finally figured out how to kill this thing. I'll need … … YOU." DJGJDHDJFJS the fact that the floor candles were a thing that was established was cool on its own but then how it showed them getting systematically blowing out which signified the encroaching entity in the space. God. That's good. The architecture in this movie is really nice too. The way the house is built really pairs well with the shadowy spiderweb roots on the walls and ceiling.

Again, low light and from in front the creature design looks incredible. Really fucking good. But then you see it's full body fully in frame and illuminated and it's just an awkward thing. If they would have made it more anatomically hominin or more alien and unnatural in either direction it'd work better but it's right on the middle of "ehhhh it just looks a bit wrong but like in a design way not a body horror way" man. I wonder if making it black and muddling the visibility would improve this.

Love the use of heavy drums in the soundtrack.

Also how it still fucks with adults. Not as lazy as IT lol.

The scene where there's a fakeout death with it just lying on the ground was surreal to me. Don't see that all too often anymore. Just have the whole ass monster out there meme death posed degrading itself for the hopeful jumpscare payoff. Also the shots of its body stationary look creepier and more visually believable than the shots of it in motion. Huh.

Older girl's logic of "I saw it bleed" (like predator lol) doesn't really stand up considering she also saw it get shot like 20 times including four or so with a shotgun at point blank range. Like yeah you saw it bleed. Does that matter though?

The younger kid going around wearing the blinking Christmas lights is iconic to me. I did that sorta shit. That's Cayden armed to the teeth to pet some spectres type shit.

Literally fire kills it. Fire is literally the answer. (As a worldbuilding design that is fucking cool as hell. Early man figured it out. How to keep this thing away. But then we forgot) but also it did end up having like a sorta (same vein as Spot Power tbh) the mom's lifeforce being what stopped it. As symbolized by the fire. I liked that. I like how it's ambiguous as to the full extent of the mom's spirit. Would fire have worked otherwise or is it special magic dead mom Spot Power fire. Sad to see the house and mementos go though. Always sad. I will try not to think of love being consumed by flames I think about that enough.

I stand by the monster design being good but just doesn't end up meshing well and how obscuring it more would have helped. Maybe other people find weird almost spider human fucked up anatomy thing more scary than me but idk.

Pediatric psychiatrist: hey older kid now that this is all over just one more thing can you come back into my office alone haha no reason haha

Me: oh fuck oh shit the original story ending!! (But no. Lmao)

Was good. Loved the scenes of it hissing back away from the fire/light and when it skittered across lit spaces just enough. So much of the light and darkness effects are just really good.

I really lived the two houses but that's a given because knowing Stephen King this movie was set in the state with both an excess of cool houses and fucked up demons in it.

[writing-good-vibes]

get a load of this trainwreck: bonus content

a little extra from the "vincent has a breakdown" fic i wrote expanding on a tag i left. warning for angst but nothing major and the briefest mention of (prescription) drugs.

Bo always wakes up first, and after the turmoil of the night before, he isn't surprised when it takes Vincent even longer than usual to stir.

It's long after the haze of the morning as dispersed when Bo feels Vincent's breathing hitch with some form of alertness.

"Feel better this mornin'?" Bo mutters.

Vincent only shrugs, twisting the blanket up around his face, probably intending to just go back to sleep.

"Well, I'm gonna get up, but I'll be around the house," Bo promises. He rubs Vincent's shoulder and rolls out of bed. Vincent is still in his clothes from the day before. Bo stretches, the rough material of Vincent's clothes having left creases on his skin compared with the worn out pyjamas' he'd already been sleeping in when Vincent woke him up.

Vincent doesn't seem too offended by his leaving, so he creeps away, opening and closing the door as quietly as possible as to not disturb the fragile tranquillity of the room.

Once alone and, making his way down the hall, Bo lets out a sigh. Heavy and weary. Fuck, he thinks.

He tries to maintain at least some of his routine, get dressed and have a coffee at least, but he feels like he's working against an unseen clock and he has no idea when the countdown will come to an end.

Searching in one of the downstairs closets, he pushes aside boxes of junk and piles of coats and hats and scarves that they'd hidden away for the summer.

Beneath it all he finds a spare tool kit. He'd go down to the garage, but time is of the essence and he can't afford the brisk walk that he really wants right now.

Instead, he makes do with what he has, finding the screwdriver he is looking for and heading back upstairs.

He goes into the bathroom at the end of the hall and looks around. No immediate evidence of the night before. That is, until he sees the hairline crack in the mirror, splitting it almost evenly down the middle.

It's an easy enough job. Bo just unscrews the cabinet door at the hinges and takes the whole thing off. He steps back to look at it. Three small shelves of pill bottles and band aids and the ointment they use when their scars start acting up.

He does the same with the cabinet in the downstairs bathroom. Then he takes down the mirror in the living room and replaces it with a landscape -- he's pretty sure it's one of Vincent's own cast-offs that he used for practice but never really cared about.

That should do.

With the pressure gone, Bo hauls the three mirrors under his arm and sets off to the garage. The air is humid and he can feel his palms sweating against the silvered glass.

He stores them down in the basement. He thinks he ought to smash them, get rid of them entirely, but you never know when these things might come in handy.

[takeachillpillshawty]

Here's a part 2 with my personal headcannons.

A\n: these are headcannon these are not cannon to the story what so ever. Thanks

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Listens to Mitsuki

Loves spongebob, Mr. Crabs made him the man he is today.

Mentally ill gay theatre kid. # 2

When Azul was a first year he researched what people or humans find attractive, and poof! Octavinelle's dorm uniform. But, the funny thing about his glasses, he wore fake glasses to look smart ya know, that backfired quickly.

Jade: hmmm, I didn't know you wore glasses Azul.

Azul: oh, no they are for show. I'll have you know I have great eyesight!

Jade: okay....can you read that poster for me?

Azul:....ok.....

Jade: well?

Azul: ........Jade...don't laugh.

Jade grinning: yes.

Azul: the...the poster is blurry.

Jade: good to know. Booking you an eye appointment now.

Azul: please don't Floyd.

Jade told Floyd.

Floyd never let Azul live it down.

" So...You fucked up you eyes because you wanted to look cool? " " SHUT UP! GET BACK TO WORK! "

Probably sucked in his gut and looked in the mirror flexing his musles. Jade walked in many times.

Azul shirtless looking in the mirror: aww yes. Look at you, sexy. The hoes gonna love this.

Jade walking in: Azul, I got your laundry.

Azul putting his shirt on: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Was disgusted by somethings humans do, especially with their feet.

Probably got asked out for a joke. ( same man)

Leg cramps and toe stubs are the most painful thing he felt having human legs.

After his overbolt Yuu \ Yasty\ MC \ Y\N, being the person they are helped him with his body image.

Yuu(Yasty): Look Azul, you're a good looking guy.

Azul: but.

Yuu( Yasty): Azul let me show you something * pulls out phone*

Azul: what is that?

Yuu(Yasty): In my world, Like how you admire the Great Seven we have our own great seven. They are Sans, Nagito, The Onceler, Ingo, Black hat, Loki, and Bill.

Azul: A human in a suit, a skeleton, a triangle, another human- look what are you trying to say?

Yuu(Yasty): if people could find all of them attractive, there might be people who would find you attractive!

Azul: for my personality right?

Yuu(Yasty): for your overbolt form.

Azul: what. Why!

Yuu(Yasty): have you ever heard of the term, Monster fuckers?

Plays splatoon

C H U B B Y C H E E K S

Can't snap his fingers, how do you humans do it?!

Has fought Ruggie bare fist and knuckles during black friday deals. Update: he won, Jade got his potted mushroom and Floyd got his squishmellows.

Jade Leech

Play cookie run kingdom just for mushroom cookie, was jumping up and down like he won the lottery when mushroom cookie was announced for oven break. Azul and Floyd were low-key scared of his sudden out burst.

Has cursive writing, the one that looks like doctor writing.

Made Floyd and Azul remember the team rocket moto.

Octavinelle student running away from the tweels and Azul.

Student A: good I lost them.

Jade and Azul in team rocket attire.

Azul: prepare for trouble!

Jade: and make it double!

Azul: to protect the world from devastation!

Jade: to unite all people within our nation!

Azul: to denounce the evils of truth and love!

Jade: to extend our reach to the stars above!

Azul: Azul!

Jade: Jade!

Azul: team Octavinelle blast off at the speed of light!

Jade: Surrender now, or prepare to fight!

Floyd in a cat costume : Yeah, that's right!

Azul's therapist #1 ( number two is prefect-)

Also finds human things weird.

A mentally ill theatre kid questioning their sexuality.

Would purposely sneak up behind you and wait for you to turn around, then boom! Jade Jumpscare. Most people think he can teleport, No Jade just like scaring people.

Tried the " which twin is which" with student as a joke, at the end of the day he realise SOME people genuinely don't find a different between the two.

Floyd Leech

Menace, evil man, stinky boi. I love him.

Adhd

Due to his...nature he is banned from the following: every dorm except Diasomnia, Octavinelle, and sometimes Scarabia, school after hours, RSA, McDonald, the state of Florida, Ohio and Twitter.

Banned from playing his playlist on the Monstro lounge speakers, ( the daycare theme from fnaf security breach was funny the two times. PLEASE STOP.)

List of songs he's banned from playing: CPR, Squidward nose, cbat, any song from spattoon, never gonna give you up, world star, gansta paradise, the cursed howl moving castle theme, cpr x misery x Reese puff, baby shark, the lollipop song, welcome to the black parade, any heavy metal, Wii theme, the daycare theme, Monster Inc theme

Spelt his name wrong until he was 12, No Floyd just be cause phone sounds like an f when said doesn't mean your name starts with a P. Now stop spelling it as Ployd.

Low-key wanted a little brother or sister.

Man single handedly made Riddle write more rules for Floyd's bafoonary .

Has delayed reactions, like those babies who falls down takes a few minutes and cry.

Has terrible taste in food and clothing part 2. Got banned from Pomifoire for wearing crocks with socks, with tiger print tights and a Garfield t shirt. Vil died a bit that day.

Has one of the most intense patty cake fight? With Jade.

It was a sunny afternoon in Octavinelle and the tweets were bored business was slow, so that has a patty cake match.

Floyd: aww, common just one match for old time sake.

Jade: Floyd, you know how competitive we can be.

Floyd with puppy eyes: pleasssse.

Jade: fine, you start.

Jade and Floyd prepared their hands as Floyd started

Floyd : mama, mama, I feel sick call the doctor quick quick quick, sister fell down don't show a frown, she'll feel better, but if you laugh you might get a smack, starting right now.

They both kept the rythm, going faster. Not a single word said.

Azul curious walked in seeing the situation.

'Oh no' he thought as he looked at the intense match in front of him, the tweels while bodies frozen of that of a statue arms and hands kept moving at a alarming rate. Not even blinking.

Jamil, soon walked in: hey can I borrow.

Azul covered Jamil's mouth as he points at the twins.

Azul: they are linking their brain cells together for this match.

I will lose it if he doesn't have a Brooklyn or New Yorken accent in the English dub.

Throws a hissy fit if he doesn't get what he want.

Aail tired of Floyd's shit: WHAT IS THE JIGGLE JIGGLE SKIN?!

Floyd being a menace: glizzy~

Azul: that's it! Now I'm not giving it to you for that!

Floyd: give me it. NOW!

Azul: IM NOT GIVING IT TO YOU!

Floyd: you're gonna make me scream loud as fuck!

Azul: I GUESS I AM!

Floyd: grrrrr!

Azul: GET LOUDER!

Floyd: grRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!

Azul: I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU SCREAM I'M NOT GIVING IT TO YOU!

Floyd: MEOW!MEOW! AAAAARGHAH!

Jade: * humming to the tune of No surprises while cleaning*

Bit someone.

Can contort his body to do weird shit. Imagine the bitch walking like that girl from the ring to you at full speed! God help you if he on the ceiling.

Kalim Al- Asim

Got to get it off my chest. He counts with his fingers.

Cries when doing math home work with Jamil.

Plays pokemon. Loves hau and hop.

Watched the Pokemon anime with Jade and Idia.

Can sleep through anything but Jamil just saying his name makes him jump out of bed.

Kid with Autism and ADHD.

Please don't sneak up on him, man got reflexes.

Floyd: hey sea otter-

Kalim thinking it's a kidnapper: * Flips Floyd over*

Floyd blinks a few times then cries.

Kalim: OH! GOSH! FLOYD! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!

Likes using specific forks and spoons when eating.

Jamil: here you go Kalim.

Kalim: ......

Jamil: What?

Kalim:.... The spoon.

Jamil: what.

Kalim: Jamil! You know I don't use the big spoons for pudding!

Jamil: Ohfortheloveof. Here.

Kamil: yesh!

Either has an accent or not.

ruggies wallet

Sings in the shower.

I love Kalim but he'd be that kid that would always wanted to show you something.

Kalim at a playground approaching Yuu\Y\N: Hey! Hey! Wanna see how fast I can go on the monkey bars?!

* goes on monkey bars and falls off*

Kalim running back: wanna see me do it again?

Squishy cheeks

Not affected by horror movies that much. Will vomit or pass out to gore movies.

Legit cried for five minutes knowing the man isn't real.

Jamil Viper

Help this man. Needs a break.

Has a " tired older brother and annoying little brother" dynamic with Kalim.

Shares cooking tips with Trey.

Has special incense for stress relief he burns in his room.

Drinks black coffee.

Repressed anger issues.

Tired McDonald's employee

" I'm not depressed, but if God says it's my time to go, its my time to go."

The dorm have a code for Jamil, for when there is a bug in a certain room of the dorm, because that bitch will burn all of scarabia down for a spider. ( I mean same)

Hates the " Is it cake?" Show. He can't look at regular food any more.

Doesn't want anyone in the kitchen when he's working.

Insomnia, due to the paranoia of keeping Kalim safe from assassins.

[agentrouka-blog]

Hmmm so here’s a thought. I am also very much a rookie when it comes to battle strategy. I read the night lamp theory and it seems like a sound strategy. (It involves tricking the freys onto a frozen lake that has holes cut out in it. I think the weight is supposed to make the ice collapse and get the freys to fall in, thus freezing to death. ). I think it will work on account that the freys are largely idiots. But I can also see the cold still is chipping away at Stannis’s army ruthlessly, and the numbers he has to face the Boltons are dwindling by the week, maybe even the day. The winter will help in crippling Stannis.

Ramsey….. he has the potential to be another foil to Jon. He might become one. Since Ramsey is writing to Jon, he either will or has overthrown Roose. So Roose is a dead man walking from not one, but two sides. Ramsey will reflect Jon’s darkest desires and temptations once he overthrows his father. Ramsey will also kill Roose, but Jon’s temptation will be the overthrow part (as he will be back as a darker person).

Also, do we know that Stannis is the one that will burn Shireen? I say that bc I know of a theory that Val will burn her. I know George said Shireen will be burned alive, but I can’t remember if he said who will do it

Hi there!

Lots in this! Let me itemize. :)

1) Yes, that whole swiss cheese Lake being a trick that both works and doesn't work is something I think is probable, and I really like the idea. Clever plan, but it doesn't win Stannis what he wants. Not all clever plans work out, just ask Serwyn of the Mirror Shield immitator Byron Swann.

2) I also agree that Ramsay is absolutely plotting against Roose, and obviously events in the wolfswood don't happen quite as Ramsay writes to Jon, but we cannot be certain just how they go down, or how quickly things will devolve for Roose. The fact that Manderly supposedly killed Davos is likely to have some kind of impact on how the White Harbor Men interact with Stannis' forces, and whether or not they can achieve some kind of cooperation. (Probably not.) This leaves both Stannis and Roose’s forces weakened by a battle that may have no winner? Well, except winter, of course. 

Ramsay is already Jon's foil in every way. He profited from his brother's extremely suspicious death and has now taken over the role of the heir, he was even legitimized. Jon himself was racked with guilt at the thought of doing that by accepting Stannis' offer even though his brothers were lost through no fault of his. Ramsay would also steal a woman's inheritance (through forced marriage, rape and murder, no less) which Jon refuses to do to Sansa, and takes pleasure in the kind of abject cruelty Jon is revolted by. 

3) I do not see the point of Shireen being burned by anyone other than Stannis.

Val doesn't have the power nor any credible motivation to murder her this way. She thinks she should have been killed to prevent the disease resurfacing but that doesn't make her a sadist who burns living children alive. She just wants her away from Monster.

Selyse is obviously shown to be a fanatical follower of R'hllor but that actually makes her less likely to do it because this lacks any shock, surprise or twist, and it doesn't contain any narrative consequence for her callous dismissal of the children at Hardhome. It's flat. Her being shocked and devastated to loose her own child, the one she thought above such threats? That would work better.

Melisandre is similarly Too Obvious and too uninteresting. What difference does it make for her between burning anyone else, even a child? We already know she would have burned Edric. There is no tension in this. We have seen her burn people, we have seen her be wrong and fail. This would just be more of the same. There would be more tension if she advised against it but was overrun by the fanatics she helped create. Cassandra at last.

The effect on Stannis would also be low-impact. We are not shown any kind of warm relationship between him and his daughter. This wouldn't be emotionally devastating for him in a way that would do this event justice. It'd be a bummer because he'd be down an heir, but... hardly any kind of epic narrative consequence for his own actions.

Stannis choosing to sacrifice his own child - his heir, the only chance for his line to continue - in the name of a faith he doesn't even share, for fanaticism he helped stoke, for the dark magic he has taken advantage of, either out of desperation or cynicism or both... that's highly symbolic. He would be immolating his own House, just as he murdered his brother, just as he would have murdered his nephew, as he might have tried to sacrifice Mance's son, as he burned his own desperate and starving soldiers. And he would get nothing for it, ultimately. Because the act of murder is not sacrifice, and it disqualifies him from holding any power.

It would also mirror and foreshadow Dany, who burned a slave alive to get her dragons and created monsters that she cannot control. Who will never achieve her goal of ruling Westeros because what she did to get the power to reach this goal at the same time disqualified her from it.

[alpacaparkaseok]

If You’ll Have Me || KSJ

➣pairing: Jin x reader (established relationship)

➣premise: Kim Seokjin. The love of your life. Your boyfriend of three years. The man who insists on taking you to the zoo for every milestone in your lives together. There’s just one thing...you have no idea what you’re celebrating this time.

➣warnings/tags: fluff, SFW, we live for Jin in this household if you haven’t noticed

➣word count: 4.3k

➣commissioned by @delacyrose224 as a part of army for AAPI! thank you so much for requesting this, I loveddddd writing this little story. I’m so soft for this man. you always have the best ideas!!

“We look like idiots.”

“Yeah, well,” Jin shrugs, handing you yet another t-shirt to try on. “That can’t be helped.”

You gasp, snatching the shirt away from him and heading toward the fitting room. “Rude! I meant with all of these ridiculous clothes!”

Jin’s laughter follows you as you close the door and throw on what feels like the thirtieth gaudy t-shirt from the zoo’s souvenir shop. This one is vivid blue, which you suppose is an upgrade from the caution-cone orange Jin had you trying on a few minutes ago.

“Ok,” you call out, “ready?”

“Ready!”

Peeking out of the little room, you notice Jin sitting on the little sofa in the waiting area. He grins up at you, already wearing a matching shirt.

“Do you like it?” He asks, lips pouting out a bit as he waits for your answer.

Avoiding looking in the mirror for too long, you manage a feeble, “Yeah…it’s not as bad as the others, I guess.”

That’s all Jin needs to hear. With a clap of his hands he’s jumping up and herding you toward the front of the shop. You don’t miss the amused glances people are giving you and your boyfriend, who pauses to grab a couple of baseball caps.

“Let’s see…” he brushes some of your hair back before sliding the cap onto your head, stepping back to get the full effect. “Perfect. And, it’ll protect your scalp from the sun!”

Like a couple of walking mannequins, the two of you head up to pay for the clothes you’re now wearing. Jin has a backpack on hand for your other clothes, which you unceremoniously shove inside before zipping it shut.

The cashier offers you a wide smile as she assists with the transaction. You know what she’s thinking:do I pity or envy her?

Honestly, it’s a toss up. Of course, there’s the fact that Jin often makes you do ridiculous things (exhibit A, bright blue zoo t-shirts with roaring lions on the front and waddling penguins on the back), but then again, you don’t stop him.

Rather, you egg him on. There’s something just so adorable about the way he gets so excited for such simple things. And for today, it’s over a trip to the zoo.

Of course, you’re excited as well. Mainly to see the meerkats, which Jin will never let you live down. When you told him that the meerkats were your favorite animal, he stopped and stared at you for an unnervingly long amount of time. You had begun to wonder if you’d somehow upset him when he burst out laughing, claiming that he could see it.

“See what?” You seethed.

“The resemblance,” Jin choked out between laughter. “You’re basically a meerkat in human form!”

With a smack to his chest, you glared at him and said, “Yeah well…you’re a walrus! Yeah, a walrus!”

Needless to say, he was extremely offended and didn’t speak to you for hours. In fact, the only thing that had brought him out of his misery had been you dragging him to the souvenir shop and giving him permission to get whatever he wanted. That apparently included getting you some items as well.

“Ah, it’s such a nice day,” Jin remarks the second you step outside. His hand slips into your seamlessly, a testament to the countless times you’ve repeated the action. “Perfect day at the zoo.”

Indeed it is. The sun is shining, there’s a cool breeze licking at the nape of your neck, and there’s fewer people than you’d expected to be here on a day like today.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s Tuesday morning. It would appear that most people – the sane ones, at least – are busy with work and other weekday obligations. Neither of you are, though. Jin has a rare day off and he’d had the day circled on the calendar for well over a month at this point. You had made sure a long time ago to have this day off.

“When’s the last time you went to the zoo?” You ask, glancing sidelong at your boyfriend.

Perhaps it’s his undeniable good looks or the fact that you hardly get to see each other due to your hectic schedules, but you can’t help the little sense of wonder that comes over you as your survey him in the morning sun. Somehow, you really have no idea how he does it, he manages to pull off the shirt and hat. Sure, he looks silly. But he owns the look.

It’s a wonder that he’s yours.

“Hmmm…” Jin ponders for a moment. “I think it was the last time we went together.”

You gasp. “That was like…three years ago! You seriously haven’t been since?”

Laughing at your shocked expression, Jin shakes his head. “Nope.”

Three years ago, close to the time when the two of you had first started dating, Jin wanted to take you out on a special date to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. Without telling you where you were going, you had assumed there would be a nice restaurant, maybe some sort of play or whatever else it is that fancy people do when they first begin to date.

Oh, how wrong you’d been.

Assuming that just because Jin was…well, rich, you couldn’t be more wrong about his taste in dates. When he had parked in the zoo lot and led you through the entrance, you had been waiting for the punchline.

There wasn’t any. No, he had simply wanted to spend the entire day with you. Walking around, having an “excuse to hold your hand” in Jin’s words, and somehow making you believe that crocodiles’ tails could change color when it danger. (don’t ask)

“I still think that it would be so cool to live up there,” you point to the houses in the distance, overlooking the zoo. There was a neighborhood of stately homes just a little way’s away which the two of you had snooped on after your date to the zoo all those years ago.

Jin chuckles quietly. “What if a tiger escapes and ends up in the yard?”

You shrug. “I guess it makes for a good excuse to always keep a steak in the fridge. I’ll lure it away with that.”

“Absolute genius,” your boyfriend hums, making you scrunch up your nose at his obvious sarcasm. “So, where should we begin?”

“At the beginning?”

Laughing jovially (honestly, the best thing about Jin is the fact that he thinks you’re funny), the two of you set down a little path which will take you to a butterfly exhibit.

“Agh, I forgot how hot it is in here,” you mutter the second you step inside. Plants of all different shapes and sizes loom over and around you, home to several different kinds of butterflies. A few stray butterflies flutter overhead, making you temporarily forget the humidity of the greenhouse.

Jin ooh’s and ah’s over the bright yellow butterfly that brushes past him. “Did you see that? It nearly landed on my nose!”

“Aw, it recognizes a Disney Princess when it sees one,” you coo, earning a half-hearted glare from Jin.

“I thought we discussed this,” he grumbles. “I’m Flynn Rider.”

“Right. My bad. Who am I again?”

A giant grin splitting his features, Jin wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Mother Gothel, obviously.” The slap to his right butt-cheek echoes through the greenhouse, quickly followed by his yowl of pain.

Pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, Jin limps after you as you continue through the greenhouse.

“You’re lucky nobody was in here to see that,” he says. “They could send you away for treating me so horribly. I mean, look! I bring you to the zoo, I buy you a nice shirt, I let you choose where we go first-”

Whirling around to face your boyfriend only to find a knowing smirk already on his face, you glare up at him. He knows that he won.

“Yah! What do you want?” You ask, exasperated. Limping forward, clearly milking this for all it’s worth, Jin pouts down at you with big, brown eyes.

“Just one kiss.”

You gasp, feigning horror. “A kiss?! In this sweaty, public greenhouse?!” You frantically point at the butterflies which are your only witnesses in here. “In front of the innocent butterflies?”

Jin looks at you and shudders. “Wow. I think it’s official.”

“What?”

“We spend way too much time together. You’re impersonating me right now, aren’t you?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yeah. But I still stand by my condition.” Finally taking one final step, Jin towers over you. With a playful wink, he puckers his lips.

“Ugh, I hate you sometimes.”

Jin peeks one eye open. “You just said you loved me earlier.”

“Is it too late to change my mind?”

“Sorry, no refunds.” Then, taking things into his own hands, Jin cups your cheeks and swoops in for a kiss.

On your nose.

Sputtering as he steps away, you glare at him. “What was that?!”

Turning on his heel and heading toward the exit, you notice that Jin’s over-exaggerated limp is long gone. With a devilish grin over his shoulder, Jin says, “You were taking too long. But you still owe me a kiss, whenever I ask for it. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, ok?”

You can recognize a trap when you see one. However, you’re left with no choice. Grumbling out a “yeah, whatever” you follow after him.

After the butterfly exhibit you make your way to the reptile house, opting to get all of the hot and humid indoor places out of the way while it’s still morning. The Gila monsters make you laugh as Jin takes a video of the tongue flipping in and out of its mouth and sends it to Hoseok. The two of you know full well that the boy in question will no doubt scream in horror as he watches the video.

Hand in hand, Jin finally swerves off the path toward one of the final indoor exhibits: Animals of the Savanna.

Once you’re inside, you pull and tug at Jin until he’s relenting and allowing you to find the meerkats. To onlookers, you’re sure you look like a child dragging their disgruntled parent to and fro. However, once you spot the meerkats, any thoughts of maintaining your dignity in front of these people eddies out of your mind.

“Jin! Jin! Seokjin!” You hop up and down on the balls of your feet, completely missing the tender look Jin sends your way as you drag him closer. “Look at them! Woooow there’s so many! Aww and there’s little babies, too!”

Jin just hums along, smiling as he watches your wide eyes. You get as close as humanly possible, grinning at the creatures that occasionally look your way. Through it all, he maintains some sort of contact. Giggling without knowing what you’re laughing about. Just laughing for the sake of it.

He just…loves the zoo. Yeah, that’s it.

It had been a silly idea, to bring you here three years ago to celebrate the beginning of your relationship. In fact, you had looked at him like he was already bordering on crazy when he had brought up the idea of doing something special now that you had agreed to be his girlfriend.

“Don’t people usually do something special for anniversaries?” You had asked. Your hair had been longer then, a tell-tale sign of your youth.

Jin shrugged, completely under your spell without your knowledge. He found it nearly impossible to look away from you at times like these. “We can do that, too. Next year. But for now, why don’t we just celebrate the beginning?”

“Sure,” you mimicked his shrug, snuggling into his side on the couch. Despite his unaffected demeanor, he wondered if you noticed the way his heart was pounding as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I’ll do whatever, as long as it’s with you.”

So, after discussing it with his best friends, he decided to take you to a beautiful dinner looking over the Han river. There was a new restaurant that was outrageously fancy and delicious, and he wanted to treat you to the best.

When he arrived at your apartment that evening, just in time to hopefully catch the sunset on the Han if all went according to plan, he overheard you talking on the phone. Your window was open, and like the snoop that he was, he waited to listen in on your conversation.

He wouldn’t have it he hadn’t heard your mentioning his name.

“I don’t know what we’re doing tonight,” you admitted. You were quiet for a moment while listening to the other side of the conversation. “You think so? I don’t know, I’ve never dated someone like this. You know, like…rich. What do rich people do on dates? I’m a little out of my element here, I just hope I won’t make a fool of myself.” Your laugh had him hurtling to reality, and he realized in an instant that he couldn’t take you to that restaurant.

A part of him knew in that moment that you were going to be the rest of his life. You were it for him. And if you want something to last, you treat it differently.

A perfectly forgettable meal surrounded by gossiping netizens wasn’t what you deserved.

So what did you deserve?

That had been the question on his mind as he tried to hide just how sweaty his palms were when he knocked on your door.

“Oh, I think he’s here. I – yeah, I’ll call you after. Ok, bye.”

Seokjin has always been good at pretending that he has a plan even when he has no idea what to do. Which is exactly what he did. You had been absolutely adorable, bouncing in your seat as he set off down the highway, begging him to give you a hint.

When he’d seen the exit for the zoo, he turned down that road without a second thought. You looked utterly confused when he pulled into the parking lot, and little did you know that he was just as confused as you were.

He just prayed that you wouldn’t think he was the dumbest person ever for letting those reservations slip through his fingers for the fanciest restaurant in Seoul. Perhaps a date to the zoo wasn’t the right idea, perhaps it wasn’t romantic at all, perhaps-

Perhaps you were happiest with his hand in yours and a meerkat a few feet away from you.

He’s so tempted to cash in that kiss right now, with how adorable you look. But he bites his tongue, reminding himself that he has to save it for later.

Once you’re loved of meerkats is sated enough for you to be herded away, Jin leads you to a street vendor. “Eat up,” he says as he passes the bread cone filled to the brim with macaroni and cheese to your outstretched hands. He’ll never understand your love for the little abominations, but he caves and orders one for himself as well.

“Don’t you want to sit and eat it?” He asks as he spies you wandering off. You twirl around, licking the cheese off of your lips. And stupid as it is, his heart skips a beat.

“They’re gonna feed the penguins in ten minutes!” You respond, clearly expecting that to be enough of an explanation. Again you turn to wander away. You’re not worried about leaving Jin behind, though. His long legs catch up to you within a few seconds.

The two of you eat in relative silence as you watch the penguins waddling around. Once you’re finished with your food, you spend a good hour sitting in the amphitheater watching the penguins and wondering which ones the two of you would be.

“I’m that one,” you point to a particularly fat penguin attempting to get out of the water. “That looks like me trying to get out of my chair whenever I eat.”

Jin nearly chokes on his water at your remark, squinting at the penguin that has yet to be successful in getting out of the water. “How pitiful. Oh, that’s me.”

Another penguin appears on the ice, looking down at the fat one.

“Oh, have you come to rescue me?” You ask, sitting forward and resting your chin on your hands. Jin immediately begins massaging the small of your back, knowing that it’s a troublesome spot for you most days.

“Probably- oooh down he goes!”

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter as the penguin pears down into the water only to lose its footing and slip in alongside the previously struggling penguin.

“Yeah, that’s us,” you confirm, still laughing.

“Definitely us. We’re a mess most days.”

You lean back, taking up your usual spot on the crook of his shoulder and resting your hand on the inside of Jin’s knee. “At least we have each other.”

You say it with a teasing tone, but Jin can’t help the way it goes straight to his heart. Sneakily planting a kiss atop your baseball cap, he squeezes you a little tighter. “Yeah, that’s true. Don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Probably still on land,” you remark slyly, peeking up at him. With slightly pink cheeks and zero hesitation you utter out, “I love you.”

He’ll never get used to you.

“Love you, too.”

From there you head over to the polar bears, which appear to be largely unimpressed by your presence. Jin drags you to see the hyenas, sporting some strange interest in the creatures. It only makes sense to sit and stare at the large tigers after that, your mouth ajar as you marvel at its size.

Then it’s the elephants and rhinos.

“Ugh, it smells like your fridge that one time,” you joke the second to get a whiff of the rhino’s habitat.

“It does not!” Jin shouts, drawing the attention of some of the other visitors. “My fridge smelled much worse.”

You can’t help but cackle at his remark. “I stand corrected.”

Toward the end of your visit you pass by to visit the monkeys. “If you squeeze my hand any harder, it’ll fall off.”

You try and fail to relinquish your grip. “Sorry, they just freak me out.” As if on cue, a monkey swings by in front of the tall glass window, making you jump and squeal in terror.

“Should we leave?” Jin questions, hiding his laughter.

You bury your head in between his shoulder blades, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, just go fast.”

He does just that, speeding through the exhibit until he’s announcing that you’re nearing the end. Slowly you look up, blinking at the now dark sky.

“Have we been here all day?” You ask in wonder. Checking the time, Jin nods.

“Yep. It’s about time to head home.”

Languidly making your way back up the path to the zoo entrance and exit, you swing your hands back and forth. “That was so fun.”

Jin raises his brows. “Really? I thought you were a goner back there with the monkeys.”

Faking a shiver, you revel in the way Jin falls for it and automatically pulls you in closer. “I thought I was, too. But I just thought of the meerkats, and I made it through.”

Snorting, Jin waves goodbye to a few of the staff members the open the gate for the two of you to leave. “Is that so? It had nothing to do with your big, strong, boyfriend protecting you?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh really.”

“No. Why? Did you think we had something going on?”

Rolling his eyes, Jin bumps you with his hip, making you giggle. “If not, this has been the most dedicated friendship I’ve ever experienced.”

“Dude, you have six best friends-”

“Ok, first you say I’m not your boyfriend, and then you stoop so low as to refer to me as dude?!”

Your laugh rings out loud and clear in the evening air, followed by Jin’s stupefied laughter. “You’re so dramatic,” you accuse, reluctantly freeing yourself from his grip as you near the car.

“Hey, you don’t get to judge me. It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” Still bickering back and forth, Jin starts driving and heads off to the right instead of the left.

“Woah, where are we going?” You ask, frowning out at the night.

Jin shrugs. “Let’s go snoop around those houses again.”

“The ones by the zoo?”

“Yeah.”

You’re all too happy to go along with it. Clutching your hand atop the console, Jin maneuvers his way to the small hill overlooking the zoo.

“Wow,” you breathe out. “I forgot how beautiful this view is.”

Indeed it is. The city lights glow and glint in the distance, creating a warm blanket of familiarity. The zoo lights are shutting off, only a few left on here and there. The sound of music from floats up toward you as you roll the window down, drinking it in.

“The residents always hear the closing songs each night,” Jin supplies, somehow reading your mind as you wonder about the music coming from the zoo. “It turns off by ten on weekdays and eleven on the weekends.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I have some friends that live up here.”

You turn to look at Jin, eyes wide. “You do? How come you never told me?”

“They just moved,” he explains with a forgotten smile. “You wanna see their house?”

“Yes!”

Jin turns down a different street, slowly stopping before a beautiful home with colonial style columns in the front. Sure enough, there’s a sign in the front of the house with a red sticker stating SOLD for all to see.

“Should we look around the lot?” Jin asks, turning off the car and taking off his seat. “It looks like they’re not home right now, but they said we could look around if we wanted.”

“You told them we were coming?”

He shrugs, hopping out of the car and hurrying around to open up your door. “I mentioned that we’d be in the area.”

“Who are these friends of yours, anyway?” You ask, stepping out of the car. The house quite literally takes your breath away, and you turn around to capture the full view. The city is still visible, the zoo and its music appearing more like a memory than a reality. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“Uh,” Jin scratches the back of his neck. “Their names should be on the sign right there.”

Frowning, you ignore his avoidance of the question and skirt around him to walk up to the edge of the lawn. Crouching down, your eyes scan the sign for any names you might recognize. There’s a small paper, almost like a receipt, hanging from the sign. Smoothing it out from where it’s flowing in the breeze, you squint at the names that appear.

Sold to Mr. Kim Seokjin and –

You know that name. You know that man.

And the name beside his…

“It’s our names…?” You breathe out, not quite understanding. Straightening up, you turn to face Jin with a confused expression. “Why does it-”

There’s Jin, but he’s not where you left him.

He’s down on one knee, looking up at you with the expression he gets when he holds his breath. Behind him the city gleams as bright as ever, however it somehow dims in the face of what you see before you.

Jin, opening up a small box. And inside the velvety interior, a ring shining as though it were made of stars.

Suddenly, it clicks. The date to the zoo, where you’d first officially began this relationship. The house with your name on it, the way Jin had this day circled on the calendar for longer than you care to remember.

Jin can’t breathe, and he can tell by the way your chest has stopped rising that you can’t, either.

“I- I’d like to cash in that kiss now,” Jin stutters out.

In a rush of limbs and a mixture of laughter and sobs, you find yourself kneeling across from Jin and kissing him hard enough to bruise his plump lips. You’d feel bad, except for the fact that he returns the kiss with just as much fervor. When the kiss begins to taste of salt, you pull away to discern of those are your tears or his.

It’s both, you realize as Jin gazes at you, completely oblivious to the tears streaming down his cheeks.

“O-oh!” He exclaims, staring down at the ring box in his shaking hands. “Will you marry me?”

Without a single ounce of hesitation, you laugh, voice thick with emotion. “Yes!”

That’s all it takes for Jin to pull you in close again, attacking you with kisses at a speed you can’t keep up with. He pulls back, panting and eyes alight with pure elation. “And do you want to live here with me, then?”

You choke on a laugh, still crying and on your knees. “Of course I do, Seokjin. You- you bought me a house.”

“Yeah,” he sniffles. “I did.”

Then, gasping with wide eyes, Jin snaps his fingers. “I almost forgot!” Jumping up to his feet, he runs back to the car. You watch after him, too in shock to stand at the moment. Your glinting rings on your hand catches your attention, making you wonder when exactly he put it on. No doubt it was sometime in the midst of his breathless kisses.

Jin returns a moment later, dropping to his knees again. Nevermind the fact that there are plenty of places to sit. He has a lanyard around his neck, and he places another around your own.

“What’s this?” You ask, grabbing the little card hanging off of the end. Once you catch sight of it, you begin to laugh (and somehow cry) even harder.

Season passes to the zoo.

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[monsterhighdiaries]

Frankie’s SDCC Diary - June 26th 12:01am MST (Monster Standard Time)

Ow-Ow-Ow! Brain freeze!

Uh, can I get up now?

Cause this bed is really uncomfortable, these straps are cutting off my circulation, and someone has dressed me in really ugly clothes. I don’t know how I know they’re ugly but yikes are they scary and not in a good way.

Mom is crying and telling me how beautiful I am. While my dad is running around like a crazy person shouting, “It’s alive!” It? I am most definitely not an “it”. What I am mostly is happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry – all at the same time. . . hmmm maybe I am an “It”.

Dad has stopped circling the lab long enough to un-strap me, hug me and name me. Frankie. Frankie Stein.

I like it. It seems to suit me somehow.

Dad helps me stand and he walks me over to a mirror. I can tell that he’s nervous cause this is the first time he’s stopped talking since I was born.

I like the way I look. My hair is long and straight and white with streaks of jet black. My left eye is green, my right eye blue and my lips are full with a definite pout.

I spin to see what I look like from behind and “rrrrippp”! I hear my mom say, “Honey I told you should have used the more expensive thread!”

She rushes over with her sewing kit and does a quick fix on my leg where the stitches have torn.

“Your father is a brilliant man and a great mad scientist but he’s a bit of a cheapskate.”

My dad says, “I am not a cheapskate I’m frugal.”

“Frugal my neck Bolts,” mom says back.

“Why did we have to wait until a thunderstorm rolled through to have our daughter when we could have simply used power from a wall outlet? It’s not like we’re living in the 18th century any more.”

Dad answers back, “Now dear, you know we’ve already had this discussion. A child should have a sense of tradition and if it was good enough for us it’s good enough for her.”

I think I like the idea of tradition. It makes me feel like I have a real history. I can tell mom just wanted me here sooner and that’s pretty cool too.

I’m not sure what I should do next but out of all the things I’m feeling, hungry seems to be pushing itself to the top of the list. Dad says we can fix that and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

Okay so I’m sitting at a table covered in food that looks and smells scarylicious.

The Most Scarylicious:

Pizza- How could there possibly be anything better than this?

Oranges- Peel’s nasty – inside delicious!

French Fries- Little wands of magical tasty goodness!

Chocolate – Wow! This stuff is to absolutely live for!

Ice Scream – It's just . . . Perfect.

The Just Plain Scary

Brussels Sprouts – These seem to be small yet thoroughly evil cabbages.

Liver – Am I being punished for something?

Sauerkraut – One of my dad’s experiments gone wrong?

After I’ve tried everything mom comes in with a beautiful cake and 1 candle. Dad tells me to make a wish and blow the candle out. What do you wish for when you have everything?

Dad thinks I need to get caught up on pop culture since I’ll be starting high school this year so he had Uncle Egor, he's not really related but he’s been in the family like forever, buy some "Fashion" magazines to help me. Uncle Egor seems to be very sweet but I don’t think he always brings back what he's supposed to.

I’m just not sure that articles on “Gifts Ideas for the Ghoul who has Everything” or “Tips on Turning Your Backyard Guillotine into a Food Processor” are really helpful.

Dad comes to my rescue with a copy of last year’s Monster High Yearbook.

Wow! Everybody at Monster High looks so cool! I really love the way Clawdeen Wolf dresses and Draculaura seems really sweet – at least from her paintings – Vampires don’t show up in photographs. I can’t wait to meet and get to know them.

Mom and dad pull out the old photo albums and we spend the next few hours looking at pictures from their past.

It was scary cool, especially the wedding album! Lots of guests and they were all carrying torches. Very romantic!

Mom and dad tell me they had to move a lot because of dad’s business and they didn’t want to have children until they found a place where they could really settle down. When they finally moved here they knew they were home.

We stay up through the night, me asking questions and mom and dad telling stories about their life together.

I start to yawn and mom says, “Off to sleep and a recharge for you now.”

Dad looks at his watch and says, “Just one more thing you have to see before bed.”

He leads us to the top of the house and onto a balcony facing east. The sky slowly catches fire as the sun burns off the early morning darkness. “It’s so beautiful,” I say.

Then dad and mom give me the biggest hug and tell me “It’s never been so beautiful as it is today because we get to share it with you.”

I love my life and can’t wait to see where it goes from here!

Thanks to all the mad scientists at Mattel who helped bring me and my Monster High friends to life!

♡ Frankie Stein

[inyourwildestdreamslove]

Tell Me No Secrets: Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Billy Hargrove

Begins in Season 2.

Summary: You thought you escaped the world of science experiments and torture when you walk out of that lab. However, high school has other plans, somehow you end up as unlikely friends and love interests to the two most desired boys in school. Not to mention monsters from another dimension and a little girl named El from your past that just won’t seem to leave you alone. Maybe that lab wasn’t as bad as you thought, at least there people left you alone.

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Chapter 9: The Captured

The trees are a blur as the car roars forward. The bewildered and angry faces of Dustin and Steve in the rearview mirror sparks a twinge of guilt. It’s better this way though, they don’t need to be involved. It’s bad enough that Max and Billy are involved. Groaning as the two men in the car pull out behind Billy but in front of Steve. You can feel how startled Steve is and his growing panic as he realizes what’s happening. 

Billy glances behind him and growls out, “Friends of yours?” 

“Something like that…” you say absentmindedly as you assess the situation behind you. 

Realizing that they have far more information than you would like punches you in the gut as town quickly approaches. 

You make a decision.

“Pull over.”

The order hangs in the air. 

“Are you crazy?!” Max yells, pulling herself forward in the seat, “They’ll catch you!”

“That’s the point,” you say emotionlessly as you regard her. 

“No!”

“What is going on here!?” Billy yells angrily beside you.

“They’re going to take her!” Max screams turning to Billy, “You can’t stop! She’s going to give herself up to save us!”

“Fuck that,” Billy says as he revs the engine and makes an abrupt turn to the right. The car behind you all skids but makes the turn at the last minute. 

“You need to let me do this,” you say calmly. 

“Like Hell I do!” he says rage in his voice. 

You huff in annoyance, “They will succeed, if not today, someday.”

“Then it’s not going to be today,” Billy says, taking another abrupt turn trying to throw them off your trail. 

“You need to let me do this,” you say matter of factly.

The alleyway you find yourselves in is a dead end. Billy curses and slams his hands on the steering wheel as you get out of the car. 

“No!” Max yells as you exit the car, Billy reaching for you a moment too late. 

You turn to the men, each of them pointing a gun at you. Steve pulls up behind them a moment later and grabs his bat from the back seat. 

“Steve… Don’t…” you murmur tiredly. 

“They can’t have you!” Steve yells.

“It’s okay…” you soothe them.

“So you’re coming quietly?” questions one of the men. 

“Yes.”

“Good choice,” the other murmurs as he pulls the trigger. 

The panic from those around you is palpable as you fall to the floor the dart sticking out of your neck. Steve and Billy make to run towards you before they turn to the men and to rush them. 

With the last of your strength your message echoes in their minds, “Don’t forget…”

***

Horror fills them as they watch her fall to the ground. Her eyes roll back into her head and everything goes silent before the rush of rage brings everyone snapping back to reality. Billy pulls back and punches the nearest man as a tranquilizer dart flies towards him. Steve falls next his bat rolling uselessly to the side. Max and Dustin panic and scream as they rush to Steve and Billy. 

Max whips around in just enough time to see the two men haul her up and throw her limp body in the back seat of the car. Methodically, as if kidnapping is second nature to these monsters, they move Steve’s car. Dustin is struggling to pull Steve out of the way. 

Max cries out in sadness, feeling helpless, as her friend vanished from sight around the bend. She’s left with her unconscious brother and a panicking Dustin.

“What do we do!?” Yells Dustin snapping Max from her shock.

“I don’t know!” She yells back, anger masking her fear. 

“We have to do something!” Dustin yells as he paces back and forth. He would periodically rake his fingers through his hair. 

“Like what!?” Max screeches back fists flying to her side in rage and frustration.

With no small amount of effort the two preteens drag their older and heavier brother figures into Billy’s car. The two young men are slumped together unceremoniously in the back seat as Max takes the wheel of Billy’s car. 

“Are you sure about this?” Dustin asks, hesitation clear in his voice. The memory of the last time Max drove clear in his mind.

“Zoomer. Remember?,” She says pointing at herself in confidence, “Besides, you didn’t die last time,” she says flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“It was dark last time! No one was on the road! It’s the middle of the morning!” Dustin argues crossing his arms.

“Stop being such a baby! It’ll be fine!” She exclaims, frustration seeping into her voice. 

With that, she starts up the car and nervously pulls out onto the road. Slowly the preteens make their way to the police station. Not without many near misses and loud honks of other drivers. 

The preteens jump from the vehicle and rush into the police station yelling for Hopper as they do so.

“What are you two doing here? Why aren’t you in school?” Hopper asks in bewilderment coming out of his office. The receptionist unable to control the duo before her. 

“They took (Name)!” Both Max and Dustin yell in a panic turning towards the confused chief of police. 

***

When you wake up you are strapped to a chair with a helmet over your head. Your head is completely silent for the first time in your life, and if you weren’t concerned with figuring a way out of this, you would be enjoying it more. The room is dark save for the single fluorescent light in the very center of the room. There are one-way windows on one side of the room and you can practically feel the eyes of the people on the other side. 

A man that you recognize from your childhood enters the room and regards you as a science experiment. He’s wearing a brown suit with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He hasn’t changed much except for the now graying hair on his balding head. 

“Three… How have you been? You are quite the sneaky little thing aren’t you?” he asks conversationally as he sits down across from you at the table.

Your answer is an emotionless gaze. You can feel yourself retreating back into your mind as the man in front of you regards you the same way as so many years ago. Like an experiment, as if you are less than him. 

“Where have you been hiding all this time, hmmm? With Melanie Snow perhaps?” he quips pulling the cigarette from his lips. The smell burns your nostrils as he releases a puff of smoke. 

You feel your chest constrict as he mentions her name. 

“I see you’ve made friends with a Steve Harrington? A Dustin Henderson? A Maxine Mayfield? A William Hargrove?”

“They aren’t my friends, they are annoyances,” you answer monotonously. 

“Annoyances?” he sounds almost amused.

“Yes… If it wasn’t for them your lackeys would be dead,” you spit the words at the man fire in your eyes as you regard him coolly. 

“Dead, you say? You would do that?” he asks leaning forward on his elbows.

“I’m not a child anymore,” your voice is ice.

“No… I suppose not… However, we will be picking up where we left off. Perhaps we will see the results that we want after all this time.”

With that, he gets up and leaves the room. You keep your mind calm and clear as you access the situation you are in. 

It’s not long before a couple of men in white come into the room and push you from the chair. Their handling is far rougher than it should be as you walk down the hallway. You can hear the cries of a few children, but you keep your face void of any emotion. The room they take you to is the same one from your childhood. You see the number three on the wall and suppress a shudder. You are shoved inside, but before the door is shut you turn to the man behind you and lock eyes with him. 

“You know… cheating on your wife when she’s pregnant with your child is disgusting.”

The look on his face as the door closes is priceless.

***

“We have to help her!” yells Dustin as he paces the living room floor of (Name)’s house.

“Can Elle find her?” questions Steve his hand in his hair as he sits on the couch. 

“Damnit!” curses Billy as he punches the arm of the chair he’s in, “What good is this?” 

Steve and Billy had woken up in a panic upon realizing what happened. They had given their statement to Hopper, who had been very displeased that Max had driven to the police station while the boys were unconscious, but that’s a talk for another day. They went to break the news to Melanie which is how they found themselves setting up camp in the Snow living room. 

“Hey just calm down man! We’re going to figure something out!” Clenching his teeth against the pain in his head. The tranquilizer making his head pound with the leftover drugs still coursing through him. 

“Well, what can this Elle girl do?” he rounds on him anger radiating off of his person.

“More than you!” yells Dustin.

“Hey! Yelling about everything isn’t going to solve this!” yells Max. 

“She’s right…” laments Melanie, “She’s going to have to get herself out of this.”

“But Elle can-” Dustin begins.

“She would be putting herself in danger!” Hopper interrupts, “You don’t know how they found her, they could do the same to Elle.”

“We can’t just do nothing!” yells Billy as he stands up from his seat and takes a step towards Hopper. 

“I’m not risking Elle being found. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to do anything.” Hopper holds his stare until Billy backs down. 

“Why do you care anyway?” Dustin asks looking over at Billy in confusion.

“Why do I-?” he looks angrily at Dustin, “Because-” He trails off looking unsure of himself for just a moment before his anger covers it up. “None of your business twerp!” 

“Will everyone just calm down?” Yells Hopper trying to maintain peace. 

“How?! How are we supposed to do that?” Asks Dustin shaking his head in frustration.

“Can someone just do something?!” screeches Melanie before she collapses to the floor crying. 

Everyone is silent as they regard her, each of them thinking the same thing...

‘But what can we do?’

***

The next few days you sit quietly in your old room listening. Your powers while not entirely snuffed out are muffled and it isn’t long until the helmet is replaced with another stronger one. You don’t mind as much they think you do as you feign sleep all the while listening. 

It’s in sleep that you feel him though. He’s frantic and angry and feels very alone. 

You can’t blame yourself for this. You say calmly regarding him. 

His eyes widen when he sees you sitting there on his bed. 

“You got out?!” he says getting up and coming towards you.

No… I am still there…

“How are you able to…?”

We have a connection Billy… Perhaps it’s our emotions that bind us… We understand hurt better than most…

“You let them take you!” he explodes, “You could have fought them! We could have fought them! Max is… Max is really upset! And damn Harrington! He- Damn it!” He yells angrily picking up a can of hairspray and throwing it against the wall.

It had to happen…

“No, it didn’t! I could have… done something... protected you…” He sits down on the bed defeated, his elbows resting on his knees.

You’re silent for a moment, ‘There are bigger things at play than you understand. They would not stop and I had to think of more than just myself…’

“Bullshit.”

Tell them not to worry… 

“Not to worry?!” he yells, “You’ve been captured by some freak show scientists, and no one is supposed to worry?!” he jumps up from the bed and towers over you breathing heavily in his rage.

You regard him silently with the same patience that you always have. 

Trust me…

With that, you vanish from his mind. Blinking you are abruptly woken up by the sound of a little metal flap swinging as food is shoved into your cell. You sigh as you glare at the hard bread and porridge that is sitting in the bowl. It’s important that you keep your strength up though it’s imperative to your plan. You pick up the tray and begin to eat.

***

“What do you mean you saw her?” Steve asks, disbelief clear in his voice. He hadn’t been sure what to think when Billy asked to meet him behind the school, but this wasn’t what he expected. 

“I told you! I saw her okay?! I don’t get it either!” Billy yells all while trying to keep his voice down. He doesn’t need anyone seeing him and Harrington talking behind the school, too many questions. 

“But why did you see her and not me? I’m her friend!” Steve says defensively and maybe a little jealously. Why were you talking to Billy and not him?

“I’m her friend too! You aren’t the only one!” 

“Yeah right! What have you ever done for her huh?” 

“She-” Billy looks away from Steve. He can’t know…

“She what?” Steve presses, voice going lower in a warning. 

“None of your business! Look, I just wanted to know if that makes any sense to you!”

“I mean… she’s special… you know…” Steve says uncertainty clear in his voice. 

“Yeah, I know she is…” Billy says remembering the day you casually told him you were going to help him.

“So what do we do?” Steve asks.

“She said to trust her…” Billy says trailing off in thought. 

“If she contacts you again see if she knows where she is. We’re going to get her back,” Steve says with finality. “Truce?” he asks holding his hand out to Billy. 

Billy regards it for a moment before he nods, “Truce.”

The two young men clasp hands in a firm handshake, both trying to have a tighter grip as they shake on it. 

“What are you trying to do? Break my hand?!” Steve yells.

“You’re such a wuss Harrington!” Billy laughs as he pulls back.

“Wuss?! You face a Demogorgon and tell me who the wuss is!”

“What the fuck is a Demogorgon?” 

“You have a lot to learn Hargrove. A lot.”

***

You feel yourself growing stronger every day. And among the quiet in your mind, you’ve noticed something else. You can tap into emotions and you spend the next few days wreaking havoc on the workers of the lab. You cause anger outbursts, crying spells, and lust to run rampant. Papers are thrown to the floor in a rage and balled up in fits of uncertainty. You plant lies in their minds with the simplest of sentences. If you didn’t know any better you would say you’re having fun. 

“It seems we’ve underestimated you…” Carl Watt says from his position in front of you. He adjusts the button on his ugly suit jacket as he sits down before you.

You just regard him blankly as silence rings throughout the room.

“You have caused quite a few problems for us. Are you having fun?” he asks patiently as if speaking to his six-year-old daughter who made a mess in the kitchen. 

You gaze down at the steel table in front of you, eyes unseeing as you creep in his mind. 

“If you don’t cooperate there will be consequences.”

Again you are silent at his threat. 

“After all we wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friends would we?”

You fight the reaction. The flinch. The twitch. The way your mind screams at the man before you in rage. You give him nothing as you continue to gaze down at the table, the silence stretching long and cold in the sterile room. 

“You think you’re fooling anyone? Teenage girls are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Emotions. Boys. Attention. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

You finally raise your head to look squarely in his eyes, your own void of any emotion as you regard him. 

“You think you’re fooling anyone?” You mimic, “Men are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Power. Lust. Control. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

Carl looks enraged as his fist flies onto the table. Instead of flinching as he wanted, you merely tilt your head to one side and regard him in boredom. 

“And you said teenage girls are emotional. You should really have better control than that,” you say calmly. 

“Get her out of here,” he says through clenched teeth. 

Walking back to your cell you sense it suddenly. A tickle in your mind. You snap your head to the side and hear it plain as day.

They know.

They found it.

The door. The door. The door!

There is panic in the words and in the mind. 

He’s fourteen with dark hair and wild green eyes. You remember him vaguely from when you were here before. 

Show!

You collapse as the boy enters your mind and you are thrown into a dream. 

Billy is in a car accident. He’s pulled into a void. The screams are too much. 

You try to pull away from him. To break away from his hold on you. 

Bait.

The creature that fills the sky is terrifying. Black and everywhere. It fills your mind and you know in your heart that this isn’t over. That the Upside Down is beating at the door. 

Wait…

You gasp as you are thrown back into your head. The haunted green eyes of the boy down the hall filling your vision. 

“Get up!” yells the guard. 

You are kicked roughly in the side as you double over again. The other reaches down and grabs your hair dragging you up to your feet. 

“Not so tough without your powers are you?” spits the guard.

You blink and reorient yourself before you wipe the blood from your nose. You can feel him at the edge of your conscience. 

Bad men… bad…

‘Yes…’ you think to him, ‘Bad men…’

Out?

He pauses for a breath as you are thrown back into your cell. 

Out out out???

‘Soon.’

The thought seems to soothe him as his mind quiets and he drifts off to sleep. Vaguely, you wonder if he even knows how to talk. His mind is less fragmented than you originally thought though. You can use that to your advantage. 

 ***

Billy opens his eyes to see you standing before him.

I need you to be ready.

“For what?” he asks instantly alert and sitting up, “Ready for what?”

The moment I expose them…

“What do you need us to do?”

The old base is where I’m being kept. Elle knows where. I will need a distraction in precisely three days’ time. You need to listen very carefully to my instructions. In a glass bottle mix carbon disulfide, phosphorus, and sulfur with a metal lid. This solution is highly flammable if exposed to air.

“What do you want us to do with that?”

I want to burn this place to the ground.

Notes:

I know! Such a long time coming! Concentrating has been difficult even with inspiration for this story! The next chapter will probably be the final chapter for this story, but never fear! I'll begin work on "I'll Tell You No Lies" the sequel to this story set in S3 of Stranger Things! There may be a little short in between this story and that one because I have such affection for this weird triangle between MC, Billy, and Steve. Please drop a comment to tell me your thoughts!

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so get this. I was gonna roll around in Tombstone related fluff today - but no, no - this post came across my dash so Now We Are Gonna Discuss the Carnal Consumption of Meat as it appears on That Show Supernatural.  YEAH BUDDIES!

(also my sincere apologies to OP of the inspiration post who innocently tagged it with “lunch date!”  because I am about to go Elsewhere, cursedly).

Let’s all go meat man, after the cut!

This analysis centers primarily on 5x14 Bloody Valentine.  The title of course is a semi-homage to a 3D Slasher Film Jensen starred in circa 2009. 

Which I will be renting soon I guess.  ,[<- parasocial panda GET BACK IN YOUR ENCLOSURE]

Also Its Really Fun that the trailer for Said Cinema ends with “nothing says date movie like a 3-D ride to hell” [are you also thinking of Cas pulling Dean out of hell, or are you normal?]  ***unironically the teaser for 5x14 is -

EXT. SIDEWALK - IN FRONT OF ALICE'S APARTMENT BUILDING

RUSSEL 

First date.

They then eat each other.  Literally they eat each others flesh.  They also do it while dirty talking about it.  SPN IS A SHOW 

ALICE Ugh! I've been so alone. So empty...

RUSSEL I know. Me too.

ALICE I want you, Russel---All of you... inside me...

[they both take bites out of each other, Alice chewing on a piece of Russel's flesh]

****Remember this detail, as it is important.

ANYWAY, it’s truly Cursed that not only are we doing an homage to this 3-D Jensen Horror Date Flick but also this episode is specifically centered on Valentine’s Day.  The day honoring romance and love Now Coopted by Hallmark, everyone, that is the day spn writers chose to introduce us to 

Sir Horseman of THE Biblical Apocalypse Famine. 

Canonically, we are aware that the show is drawing from the book of Revelations in its depiction of the Four Horsemen.  Here’s what it says about Famine -

"When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.”

-Revelations 6:5

Famine holds scales (used to weigh out grain in times of food scarcity).  Spn’s depiction is represented as hunger, a bottomless pit of need.  It consumes souls (demon and human alike).  

Cas describes Famine a little more poetically:

CASTIEL 

"And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty... "

"... and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. "

"His hunger will seep out and poison the air. "

***Consider a prior season in which we are introduced to the Seven Deadly Sins.  Which are the sins associated with hunger?

Gluttony

and Lust.

***this is also important

Back to the episode.  Case cold open, and we find out that Alice was a Nice Girl.  In that she didnt drink, smoke or

have premarital sex.

***So Alice’s hunger for the sin of Lust caused her to succumb to it; and her demise was presented as Gluttony (literally eating her partner’s flesh). HMM

Famine’s presence is affecting the town, and Cas is not immune.

DEAN 

And when did you start eating?

CASTIEL 

Exactly. My hunger-- it's a clue, actually.

***They lay it out a little more in case you missed it ->

SAM 

I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food.

CASTIEL 

Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love...

***this is so important.  but of course because its spn and our textual narrators are generally unreliable (even in a Ben Edlund episode, yes I know)

we get a red herring

CASTIEL 

Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it.

***but that’s not accurate.  they didn’t get married or become obsessed with each other (remember the cursed coin in 4x08 Wishful Thinking and the unconditional love wish? not what happened here). they had premarital sex.  they did the thing Alice considers wrong, and dark, and sinful.  and then they ate each others’ flesh.

DEAN 

Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?

CASTIEL 

It's my vessel-- Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect

***mad lad Jimmy Novak’s hunger is for...red meat?  He is starving for red meat?  You are telling me that the Novaks, red blooded conservative religious midwestern Novaks, ate RED MEAT SO SPARINGLY that Jimmy Novak was LITERALLY starving for it?!?!  No way.  Absolutely no way.  This is a man who was such a religious zealot he STUCK HIS HAND IN BOILING WATER and accepted an angel of the lord into his own body but his secret hunger was for fucking ground beef?

give me a damn break.

to me this is an absolute coverup.  Because Cas’s burger consumption is not related one iota to his vessel Jimmy Novak.

it is a representation of Cas falling.  Cas’s cravings for meat represent his growing (and very much prohibited) feelings for...humanity (Dean Winchester), and they are presenting as Gluttony in the form of his downing more and more copious amounts of red meat.  

SERIOUSLY, consider this - at one point the depiction is so desperately carnal that he is eating raw ground beef with his bare hands. It is fucking uncomfortable.  and it is SUPPOSED to be.  Famine stirs up hunger for the prohibited.  For the sinful. That which we are starving for but do not believe we can ever have, so we lust and we lust and we LUST after it, but should we allow ourselves even just a taste of what we have been ravenously craving, we binge it until we ourselves disappear into the oblivion of our own sinful, dark desires.

Since You Want More Examples of why this cant possibly be hunger for Cheeseburgers and Cheeseburgers alone, Consider Famine’s effect on Dean.  Remember his doctor kink?

**when its revealed that Doctor Corman has succumbed to Famine’s poison by drinking himself to death, Dean - very uncharacteristically by the way - reacts by saying out loud

DEAN Thanks. Crap! I really kind of liked this guy.

***please note that Doctor Corman says the following to Dean in the prior scene they have together -

DR. CORMAN [to Dean]

Agent Marley, you just can't stay away.

****was that a flirtation?

***Also, Dean doesn’t want to go out and chase tail for Valentines Day.   

SAM

I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?

DEAN 

Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.

SAM 

So you're not into bars full of lonely women?

DEAN 

Nah, I guess not. [takes a sip of his beer] Ahh. What?

SAM 

That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong.

***oh look we are relating things to eating again.  sex/lust to gluttony.  hmmm hmmm hmmm

ANYHOW -  *takes deep breath*

 this is also the Episode Where This Scene Lives

****JACKTING JOICES

oh and speaking of jacting joices, this is also the Dean Notices Cupids Crotch Episode.

frAckles, I am once again asking why you only permit celestial beings to hug you from behi-[gunshots]

but Dean isn’t hungry.  Why? Famine has the explanation, and we get it after Dean immediately runs inside after Cas heads in to complete his portion of their plan barely giving him any time to do so because he misses him that much.

FAMINE 

I disagree. [Famine moves closer to Dean and touches him] Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex.

DEAN 

Oh, you're so full of crap.

FAMINE 

Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! 

***not Dean making all of those homophobic/homoerotic jokes every time he’s in danger or feeing uncomfortable; not that, that can’t possibly be what Famine is referencing, right?

I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. 

***not THIS parallel:

AMARA:

You're a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel, except… It's cloaked in shame

You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... keep going through the motions. 

***not the motions of performative heterosexuality!!

***Dean’s not hungry because in his heart he truly believes that he can’t actually have what he hungers for.  That Thing Which This Episode Overtly but Also Very Clearly Made Obvious.  It’s an angel riding shotgun [I did Do That and I am Not Sorry], eating a burger in the front seat of the impala.  But, I’ve deviated from the meat of this essay [gunshots] [this time just for the bad joke].

BONUS

there’s Exists another episode in which a man ravenously consumes red meat; eventually succumbing to eating raw beef with his bare hands in the season prior to this one.  

Yes Supernatural the Show That Brought Us Not One But Two Scenes of Persons Carnally Consuming Red Meat With Their Bare Hands.  

This episode is a MOTW - the man in question is a rougaru - a monster that starts out as human but due to some specific genetic disorder (hmmm hmmm hmm crack in THE chassis hmmm hmmm) soon begins to be extremely hungry - “for everything, but eventually long pig.” AKA human flesh. 

Wanna know the kicker?  

Episode’s called Metamorphosis.

(GIF by jackttwist)

I’ll see myself out.

[DOUBLE BONUS for extra credit:

if you really wanna wild out, go watch the scene of Jack the rougaru looking at himself in the mirror in 4x04 - and then meander on over to 7x01 and check out God!stiel looking in the mirror as the leviathans writhe inside him over there. It’s worth the walk.]

***oh and @lilac-void​ im tagging you in this one because in exchange for your KIND creator content nomination I guess I will respond by cursing you with an Honorary tag in this, a Meat Meta.  you’re welcome slash I'm sorry XO [but seriously thank you again for your kindness and appreciation; it really motivated me to sit down and get moving on making more content <3]