#i forgot the blood nooooo

[sirsketchedoodle]

Inktober 2024 Day 2: Discover

[leapclan]

Moon ???

[its-tin]

My shot at @abbeyofcyn’s CTIYS!

Fun fact this is actually my first time ever doing something like this (or even posting art in general) and I might have gone a bit overboard with it. I coloured it twice because I had two ideas wanted to try both. My finger needs rest and I can’t fathom that Ibis is telling me that I spent 16-nearly-17 hours on this lol. But! I’m happy I did. This was so much fun to do! I only recently started with digital art and I decided to try and do new things with this. Who knew shading could be so enjoyable? I also found it very entertaining to try and shove as many small details as I can into this (an example being in the first one, Donnie’s bags (?) actually being Leo’s (he has them in the show :] ) that he *cough* borrowed to store interesting things he finds in the apocalypse).

ANYWAYS ENOUGH YAPPING HERE IT IS!

First one (what I call my normal attempt): “Gold”

(I actually forgot that his mechanical arm is green too and only realised it when I was late into the second one lol) I wanted to emphasise with the colours that they are still in the apocalypse, but it’s but brighter with those you care for. They’re the most valuable thing in the world, and hence, Gold! I also wanted to try doing a golden hour scene and MAN did I struggle. But, I’m proud of it :)

Small trigger warning! The next one contains a bit of blood and implied death.

Second one (Angst tehe): “Hollow peace”

(MY QUALITY NOOOOO-) This was actually my first thought on the CTIYS before I changed my mind and started on the other. I had the thought that maybe Leo “failed”, losing them in some recent battle and now is just chilling with their ghosts and ow that hurts saying aloud. They stumble upon a new area, and it’s so peaceful and beautiful, but Leo can’t enjoy it. He wouldn’t even know how to. He can’t remember how to feel, how to think beyond ‘survive’. He’s failed everyone and everything. He cries without knowing for what. He’s a husk caring for the hauntings of his kids, they’re the only thing keeping him alive. And as long as they’re still here, still smiling at him despite him being a monster and failing them, he still has a purpose. He will live on.

Wow I talk a lot. Anyways go follow @abbeyofcyn they’re super cool and post amazing art. They inspire me so much on so many different levels and I am very happy to be able to do this. Rad person with stunning fanart and stories.

(Incredible line art done by @abbeyofcyn (sorry I’ve tagged you thrice in one post))

And here’s the link to the Original Post if you want to try yourself! I recommend, but you do you. :D

Thanks for listening to my rambles and have a lovely rest of your day/night! :]

[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep1 "pilot"

REWATCH TIMEEEE!!! I literally just finished the show but uh, I'm so hype I'm just going straight back in :9

So uhhhh, random things from me while I watch the episode because I'm bored, and stuck at my dads place 😔

Also whenever I'm mean to Dean and Sam ITS WITH LOVE!! not John though. Glad that MF is dead.

Crazy how John See's the blood next to Sam and doesn't immediately check for wounds.., or when the blood drops on him his neck doesn't immediately snap towards the ceiling. I get he doesn't know shit about the supernatural but like c'mon man.. (I'm allowed to be mean, it's John freaking Winchester. I hate him)

Love the picture on Sam's dresser being of his parents. I know it's mostly cinematography in like showing that this is Sam, but likeeeee idk. It's funny that deans all like "you abandoned us.(Me. IDC about you leaving dad, you left me. What the freak man!?)" But like, clearly Sam still loves them all?? Idk

AAAAAA HALLOWEEN MENTIONED!! crazy how for most of the show it's assumed he doesn't like Halloween because he hunts monsters, but no, it's because he threw up on some girl in 6th grade at a party😭

Deans first shown crime, breaking and entering.

Why didn't he just knock😭 it wouldn't have made a difference??? 💀💀

FIGHT‼️ FIGHT‼️

God they looked like such babies back thennnnnnnnuuuuhhhhh!!!

Dean already being kinda shady.

no seriously they look like babies..

“𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑠😏” okay lil bro chill out. That's your brothers girlfriend..

I forgot how pervy early seasons Dean was LMAO it's not funny..

Funny how Sam's all like "ermm.. no why would I leave with you in the middle of the night??" And tbh he is valid for that. It's probably wayyy to soon of their dad being missing for it to be Sam's problem, but Dean? Lil bro doesn't careeeeeee. I think he just was super anxious and like, we already know how co-dependent the lil shits are. Bro didn't wanna be alone.

“do you think mom would have wanted us to be raised this way?” OH YOU HAVE NOOOOO IDEA LIL BRO..

Also it's funny (after seeing s15) that he is getting kinda what he thought was an dramatic anxiety of his of Sam saying "no dude wtf?". Like Dean waited hours stalking Sam out because he was to scared to talk to him, and like... real? But he thought Sam would be more "I hate you KYS" when Sam in reality is just "let me live my life." and both are equally as bad to dean💀💀

“ "I can't do this alone." "Yea you can." "Well.. I don't want to." ”EXHIBIT A. him saying this after being mad at Sam like "YOU ran away" like bro.. your acting mad crazy girlfriend rn. Pushing and pulling. "I hate you sm you bitch GAHD. anyways... (*Twirls hair*) I missed you... Run away with me??" LIKE BRO.

Crazy how it's always said that Sam has the puppy dog eyes but like... Dean is literally puppy dog eyeing Sam to come back. And Sam falls for it.. dumbass.

Dean lil smirk when Sam asks a question. “Just like riding a bike, isn't it Sammy?” Dawg maybe use a better metaphor. When did you guys have time to ride bikes?? Also that reminds me of that one ep with Gabriel aka the trickster who put them in a sitcom. With the two seater bike? Anyways...

Dean back at his guilt tripping and gaslighting!! You go queen!! “You know.. I've never bothered you in almost two years..” right.... Cause that's so hard. (It definitely was. Lil bro is super clingy in early s1)

The way he immediately tells Sam to skip the interview. He basically says "Interview?? Uh? Who cares about a job?? We're about to go work a job?? Sure it doesn't pay, and it's dangerous, and you hate it—" like bro😭

Dead cheater with a squeaky ahh car.

Dean Winchester crime number 2, credit card scams, and pride him them. (Literally not shocked people peg him for a criminal mastermind. He legit is..)

sams first "it's Sam. Not Sammy" time!! I forgot he used to do that. Cause in the late seasons, like bro just gave up. Like Lucifer calls him Sammy, GOD calls him Sammy, but not as much. Mostly because he isn't *as* mocking as Lucy boy.

God do I love baby. First time watching it i didn't care about the car. My thoughts were "damn. Cool ass car. Anyways—" BUT NO. baby is so much more than that.

Deans third crime, impersonating an officer.

Ahh good ol fake id's. Sam looks SOOOOO anxious about it.. lil baby's first time lying 😔 LMAO JK but it probably is one of his first times doing this as an adult. Like he ran off at 18, Dean has 8 years of adult-lying-experience. Sam has none

AHH ONE OF MY FAVORITE LINES!! “you're awfully young to be federal Marshalls.” “why thanks, that's awfully kind of ya!” I loved deans lil accent ☹️. ESPECIALLY LATER ON IN JAIL OR WTV. “you son of a bitch, we don' swing that way!” I LOVE HIM.

my sons chat.

Why do the police believe them?? They pull up in the funkiest of outfits, baby faces, the most FAKE id's ever and people are just like. "Ahh yes... Marshalls!!" LIKE NO??

sassy Dean!! “well that's just the type of crap police work I'd expect out of you guys.” LIKE BRO.. I don't like the cops either but damn 😭

Sam's lil foot stomp💀💀

DEANS SMACK..

“why'd you do that??” “why'd you have to stomp on my foot? 😡” “why'd you have to talk to police that way??” LMAOOO also Dean def wanted to look cool Infront of sam. "Sam look how much of a cool bad boy I am���" bc like Sam def thought teen "bad boy" Dean was superrrr cool, but like Dean doesn't know how to make Sam look up to him again 🦹

Seriously guys?? You? This random dead guys UNCLES?? YOU LOOK THE SAME AGE AS HIM. also Dean if your trying to pass your baby face brother as an adult man, maybe don't call him Sammy to the people your trying to convince??

AHH MORE IN SYNC TALKING!!! I love it when they do that.

Dean is so CLINGY. "heard she got murdered or smth idk. And they say she kills others blah blah blah case stuff—" and Dean just stares at Sam like "you hearing this?" OF COURSE HE IS. dawg he's right next to you chill out 😭

Gosh Dean is SUCH a meddler. He's bugging Sam talkin about "you think your gonna become a lawyer? Marry your girl" and Sam's obviously like "yes?? Duh" then Dean gets MAD like bro😭 bro is so mad Sam has a life, and I remember that from the future ep with Sam collage friends and the shifter. Dean just refuses to see Sam as an adult, and just drags him everywhere😭

Deans the definition of those like boy moms, but with sam. "Hiya sammy!! Is this your girlfriend..? She's uh.. awful and I hate her. HAH. demon bitch!!" like in s4/5 with ruby, he's not mad Sam is with a demon, he's mad Sam is "abandoning him" bc he has abandonment issues. Also he infantalizes Sam sm bc like he raised Sam, he still has the little kid Sammy version of Sam stuck in his head. And that's why he continues to lie to Sam for 15 FUCKING SEASONS. anyways..

Deans 10 baginllionth crime, breaking and entering (into his dad's abandoned motel room)

SO MANY ICONIC LINES!!! “no chick flick moments.” “pff. Alright, jerk.” “bitch.” I LOVE THEM.

finally daytime.. I mean don't get me wrong, I LOVE the dark grimey aesthetic of the early seasons but woooff finally I can see. Also I miss baby Sam's haircut. Like it was fire?? ALSO THE LEATHER JACKET?? YIPPE!! and the samulet!! Gosh I missed it.

Sam calling Jess!!! AUSGHSBS

Deans first time getting arrested in the series!! Crazy how it goes from this to being in worse than federal prison (a place that "legally/technically/on the books" doesn't exist) because of a assassination attempt on the president..

“fake U.S. Marshall, Fake credit cards. You got anything that real?” “uhh yeah. My boobs. :)” HES SO SASSY!!! I miss happy(ish) Dean!!

The police have such valid reason to question dean. Like bro strolls into town, fake id's, digging around, then you find him staying in a room with 10 missing persons all over, a bunch of "satanic mumbo jumbo" as the cop says it, and a level of sass so high a heroin junkie would O.D.

Dean (rightfully) pulling the "how is it me? The first guy went missing when I was 3, pal." And cops like "erm. I know your working with that old guy."

AH THE JOURNAL!! they treated that shit like it was the Bible in early seasons. Kinda fun. Also I bet this is where the cult idea started.. like in the FBI eps where everyone's like "yeah we know your dad was crazy, boy. That's why you—"

And honestly? I LIVE FOR THE FBI PLOT LINES!!

“so you had a happy marriage?” “.... definitely” OKAY BRO... RIGHTTTTT YEAH TOTALLY. lying lil bitch.

sam was really just yapping about the supernatural to anyone in early seasons... Like bro you ain't gotta tell this random man about women in white lore😭 same thing in the wendigo ep

Also Sam's puppy dog eyes!! “you tell me..🥺” (which reminds me of late season when chuck takes away their main character luck and Sam is like ‘so tell me, please🥺’ and the people are like 'puppy dog eyes? Are you fr? Does that always work for you?' LMAOO. But also I don't think Sam is realizing he's doing it. I think he just really had that kicked puppy look.)

Dean crimes yet again, breaking out of holding. Also “fake 911 call? Pretty illegal Sammy! :)” LIKE YOU CAN TALK. LMAOO I love how sassy he was.

fucking John and his dumbass orders with coordinates. Why was he even sending Sam in this goose chase? Why not just act like everything's normal to dean? He won't know what your doing, and Sam would still be in school.

oh great the fucking women in white. I HATE THAT BITCH!! I HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH!!/ref.

First time of many where Sam gets assaulted. no because why do the writers always have Sam get sexually assaulted.. ITS THE FIRST EP BRO.. and like later it happens with so many others, and demons, and old women, and LUCIFER. God he was the WORST.

Ghost? GONE!! who ya gonna call?

“you found her weak spot, nic work Sammy!” he's so proud of him omg. If it was late seasons Dean, and early seasons Sam you know Dean would be the type of dad ("big brother" stfu. Dad.) who would take cheesey selfies with an unwilling Sam, and post them on Facebook (bc old) and go "look at my sammy!! First hunt back and he's already killin'!! #proud" OR WTV

“wish I could say the same for you. What'd you think shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” LMAOOO

Deans so disappointed that Sam wants to go home LMAO. like yeah he told you from the start lil bro, but I can't blame you. 🤷

Dean is trying EVERYTHING to get Sam to stick around omg 😭 he's like a desperate ex, or a divorced dad trying to win his sons favor. “we made one hell of a team back there..” Jesus Christ Dean, pick yourself up dude. It's kinda sad😭

NOOOO JESSS!!! breaks my heart everytime.. she haunts the narrative :(.

Dean immediately busy in.. was he just waiting around? Like stop stalking your little brother man 😭 anyways glad he was there!! Saved Sam from burning up bc of Jess..

Gosh thats.. :(

Iconic trunk slam!! They use that shot a couple times in the end seasons to show how much time has passed. AND IT EATS EVERY TIME HEYOO!!

“we got work to do.” GAHHHHDD!! chills!! Literal chills! I love this show! :}

[anoptimisticpessimist21]

Interview with the Vampire: Episode 1 Reaction

Having the reporter being the framing device is cool

"I offer you my full attention and my life story." Okay, this vampire has an ego, huh?

"You have parkinsons." - oooh

Why is this show giving me House vibes? Neither of these people are very likeable.

Is that a sword?

Oh okay he said knife but how many knives have holsters?

"I dream of what a quiet breakfast might look like." - The sister is the best character so far.

Blondie's cute

He thinks so too, apparently.

Oh the knife came from the walking stick? That was so quick, I didn't catch it.

"Who the devil?" - Exactly

Oh yikes, they're doing the historical racism uncomfortably well.

So Paul has some kind of mental illness?

Miss Lily is gorgeous

Okay, so that whole thing was a trap to drink his blood?!

"I had never allowed myself to feel emotionally close to anyone." - Oh being a man in the 1910s sounds... just terrible.

Ooh the tap dancing at the wedding is fun

Ooooh nooooo Paul

Not the mum blaming him?

Ooooh my god I forgot Christians think that? Fuuuck he doesn't need that guilt!

And yet the French accent is still so pretty

Oh Lestat is a dick! "Miss Lily is a poor substitute." She's a woman, not an object.

"He would not allow it." - Oh that's unsettling

"Miss Lily died two weeks ago." - Nooooo

Oh that confession scene hurts

What the fuuuccckkkk???

The slow motion horror style set up and then he punched through his brain?!

"I love you Louis." - No, you're obsessed, which is a different thing.

Wait... vampires have blue eyes? I didn't even notice the change in colour until the end.

[nortism]

doctor who liveblog pt 28

s5 ep8 the hungry earth

- get away from the fucking hole!!!

- obviously that was gonna happen

- this is all adding to my theory that the tardis is incapable of travelling to any part of earth that isn’t the uk

- 2020 oh that’s unfortunate

- omg amy just got eaten by the ground

- if he doesn’t get that kid’s dad back i swear

- uh oh

s5 ep9 cold blood

- oh shit they killed her

- nooo malokeh

- oh they cocked this one up

- why would he put his hand in there

- RORYY NOOOO

- oh the ring box 😭😭

- noooo has she forgotten nooooo

- other amy is alonenoooo

- omg a piece of the tardis?!

s5 ep10 vincent and the doctor

- i’ve heard good things about this one so i have high expections

- great amy fit

- yess the church painting that’s my favourite one, is this what the episode is all about?!

- CAT

- uh oh invisible monster

- i love how the remade the sets based on his paintings

- the doctor so has adhd

- ofc she’s gonna follow him

- oh poor creature

- ohhhh starry night

- companion van gogh?!

- awww they’re taking him to the gallery

- shittt that one got me

- FOR AMY 😭😭😭😭

- ohhh this episode, life is so sad yet so beautiful fuckkkkkkkk

s5 ep11 the lodger

- helppp the tardis just kicked him out

- oh don’t go up the spooky stairs

- JAMES CORDON?! i always forgot hes british

- not the doctor being james cordon’s flatmate, insane crossover

- a girlfriend or *looks at bowtie* a boyfriend…

- the doctor being a normal bloke is endlessly funny

- the blazer over the uniform 😭😭

- oh no creepy child

- genuinely thought james cordon and his gf were about to proposition the doctor

- oh the fucking crack

- omg she found the engagement ring

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Warning - Intense Character Death

Suddenly, a guttural scream ripped through the air, raw and full of anguish, echoing from the direction of home. The sound froze me in place, each second dragging out like an eternity. My name followed, whispered faintly, like a dying breath carried on the wind, chilling me to my core. A wave of dread surged through me, my heart hammering in my chest with such force it felt like it might break free. My body moved before my mind could catch up—what began as a step turned into a sprint, feet pounding relentlessly against the earth as I tore through the forest. Panic clawed at my insides, urging me to reach home before it was too late, but even then, I knew—something terrible was waiting. Something I couldn't outrun.

I was so focused, so consumed by the urgency, that I never even shifted into my wolf form. All I could hear was the relentless pounding of my feet against the dirt, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, and the screams—those terrible, distant screams. Everything else faded away. It felt like I was moving in slow motion, trapped in this tunnel vision of fear and adrenaline, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for whatever nightmare lay ahead.

Finally, I broke through the clearing, and the sight stopped me cold. My father lay almost lifeless on the ground, his wheelchair shattered against a tree twenty feet away. Panic surged through me as I raced to his side, dropping to my knees and sliding to a stop. Gently, I turned him over, my breath catching at the sight of his bruised and bloodied face twisted in agony. My heart sank, seeing the open wounds and broken bones that marred his body.

Tears welled in my eyes as he looked up at me. “No, no, no, no—why? What happened?” I asked, my voice breaking as I pulled him closer, desperate to hold him together.

His face softened through the pain, a faint, loving smile forming. “I’m sorry, honey. I couldn’t let them get to Sue... She’s all the Clearwater kids have left. The vampire took off when she smelled you coming—it was that red-headed bitch.” I let out a choked laugh at his uncharacteristic language, even in this moment, and cupped his face in my hands.

“You forgot something, Dad... you were all I had left, too,” I whispered, voice trembling.

He sighed softly, his breath shaky. “I know you're upset with your mother, but... give her a break. Let her know the truth. She knows about the pack, honey. She’s born of the tribe. She can help.” His eyes grew distant, pain mixed with resolve. “I know this is it for me, but I’ll always be here. Everything you need, you’ll find in my office. I’m not really leaving you.”

I shook my head wildly, refusing to accept it. “No, Dad, you can’t die. We’ll get you to the hospital—it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay,” I pleaded, my voice desperate and breaking.

His smile turned sad as he reached up, cupping my cheek with a trembling hand. “It’s over, sweetie. She delivered the final blow.”

He lifted his wrist weakly, and my stomach dropped. There, on his skin, were two small puncture wounds—her bite. Venom. A death sentence for anyone with the wolf gene. Vampires couldn’t turn us, their venom was poison to our blood.

The crushing weight of realization hit me like a tidal wave. It was over. I couldn’t save him. No matter what I tried, this was the end.

I watched in horror as his gaze grew distant, his smile fading into something hollow. His once vibrant brown eyes dulled, as if the light of his soul was slipping away. His hand fell from my face, hitting the ground with a heavy thud that echoed in my ears like the final note of a tragic song.

“No, no, no, no—nooooo!” My scream tore from my throat as tears blurred my vision, spilling over uncontrollably. I pulled him closer, desperate to hold onto whatever life was left, ignoring the warm blood now soaking into my clothes. His head rested against my chest as I cradled him in my lap, my heart breaking into a thousand irreparable pieces.

Grief surged through me like a storm, and I let out a guttural, agonized scream into the vast emptiness, hoping against hope that the spirits might hear me—hear my cries and bring him back. The sound of my wails echoed through the forest, and everything seemed to fall into a sorrowful silence, as if even the forest mourned with me.

I could hear the others approaching, their footsteps growing louder, but I paid them no mind. Nothing mattered except the lifeless body of my father cradled in my arms. I had failed him once already, and I wasn’t about to fail him again. I would protect him, even now, even when it was too late.

Suddenly, there were voices, shouting, but I barely registered them. I felt a warm presence behind me, strong arms wrapping around me, trying to pull me into comfort. My imprint. His love was there, his warmth, but even that wasn’t enough to soothe the raging storm inside me. Not now.

Another presence tried to reach me—Jasper, his power pushing calm over my shattered soul, trying to smother the grief with peace. But it was useless. Nothing could touch me now.

This was my greatest fear come to life, my deepest loss. Paul couldn’t help me, Jasper couldn’t help me. No one could.

I was lost to my instincts, the primal part of me—the alpha wolf—howling in agony. She cried for our father, furious at the failure, at not running fast enough, not catching the scent soon enough. We had failed him. We had let carelessness and weakness lead us here. The pain was suffocating, and the blame weighed heavier than anything I’d ever carried.

I sat there, the weight of my grief pressing down on me until the pain became unbearable, rising like a tidal wave ready to swallow me whole. With a shuddering breath, I pushed myself away from Paul, the warmth of his presence feeling distant and foreign. Gently, I laid my father on the ground, cradling him like the precious treasure he was, determined to preserve his dignity even in death. Every movement felt monumental, as if I was saying goodbye to a part of my very soul. When I was finally satisfied with how he rested—his features peaceful against the cruel reality of what had transpired—I turned to Carlisle.

The entire pack and coven had gathered, their eyes wide with shock and sorrow. But it was Carlisle’s gaze that held me captive; there was a flicker of recognition, a silent understanding that flowed between us like electricity. No words were needed; the depth of our shared pain spoke volumes. With a single nod, he gave me permission to unleash the storm brewing within me, silently saying he would take care of my fathers body. 

In that instant, everything shifted. I let my emotions spiral out of control, a violent tempest of grief, rage, and vengeance igniting my very being. My wolf surged forward, powerful and primal, bursting forth as I sprinted into the dark embrace of the forest. A howl ripped from my throat, raw and haunting, echoing through the trees as I ran.

My feet pounded against the damp earth, each strike a cathartic release of the anguish clawing at my insides. My breath came in ragged gasps, a frantic rhythm matching the wildness inside me as I pushed past every known and unknown limit. I was no longer just Y/N—I was a force of nature, driven by the insatiable need for justice. With each step, I could feel the world around me blurring, the pain of loss igniting a fire within my heart that would not be extinguished. I would find Victoria. I would make her pay.

I can’t believe he’s gone. My heart is shattered, and all I can think about is his face—the way he smiled when he saw me. I should’ve been there; I should’ve protected him. How could I let this happen?

I am the alpha. I was supposed to be strong, to safeguard my pack and my family. But what did I do? I left him unprotected, vulnerable. I let my guard down, and now he’s gone—murdered by that monster, Victoria. I can still smell her in the air, feel her twisted laughter echoing in my ears. She took everything from me, and I was too weak to stop her. Why didn’t I sense the danger?

No more. I refuse to let anyone I care for be hurt again. I won’t allow this helplessness to consume me. This rage boiling inside me—it's not just grief; it's a promise. A promise to my father, to myself, to my pack. Victoria will pay for what she’s done. I will hunt her down. I will make her feel the pain she’s inflicted. She thinks she can kill my father and walk away unscathed?

I am done being careless. I’m done being the weak alpha who lets her loved ones down. I’ll become a force of nature—relentless, unstoppable. The forest will know my fury. My father's death will not be in vain. Victoria will learn the true meaning of fear. I will not rest until she pays, and I will find her. I will find her and rip her apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but a memory of her twisted existence. I’ll make sure she knows who she’s dealing with. I’m not just a wolf; I’m a storm, and she will face my wrath.

Exhaustion overtook me, the weight of grief and anger too much to bear. I collapsed onto the forest floor, my wolf form trembling as I curled up against the earth, the pulse of the land beneath me offering a faint sense of comfort. The fury that had burned within me moments ago began to smolder, replaced by a bone-deep weariness I couldn’t shake. The forest around me became distant, fading as the pull of sleep wrapped its tendrils around my mind.

In the darkness of my dreams, I found myself back in the familiar twilight haze, standing in the same clearing where Calian had once walked. The ancient wolf spirit appeared before me, his coat gleaming with the same smoky grays and deep blacks as mine. His presence was calm, steady, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.

"You’ve seen what loss does," Calian's voice echoed in my mind, the same voice from his journal. His amber eyes, so much like mine, locked with mine, and I felt the intensity of his gaze pierce through the walls I had built around my heart. "I know the path you're walking, Y/N. I once stood where you are now, filled with the same anger, the same need for revenge."

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, I just stared, my chest heaving with unspoken rage. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet strangely comforting.

"My best friend... the Alpha before me... died in battle. I thought vengeance would ease the pain, that it would fill the void his death left behind," Calian continued, his voice low and filled with sorrow. "But it didn’t. Revenge consumed me, blinded me, made me forget what I was fighting for. And when the blood was spilled, it didn’t bring him back."

I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body tense with the conflicting emotions tearing through me. "But she killed him—my father. How can I not seek justice for that?" I asked, my voice a whisper, as if admitting the depth of my pain would make it real.

"Justice and revenge are not the same," Calian said softly, his figure towering over me, but his tone gentle. "You are the Alpha of Alphas, Y/N. Your role is not just to protect but to lead with wisdom. If you let this anger consume you, you’ll lose more than just your father. You'll lose yourself."

I wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words sink in, but the weight of my father’s death pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. "I can’t just let it go," I whispered, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

"I’m not asking you to," he replied, his gaze softening. "But know this—revenge may feel like strength in the moment, but it will hollow you out in the end. And when you’ve destroyed your enemy, what will be left of you?"

I didn’t have an answer. The silence stretched between us until Calian’s form began to fade, his final words lingering in the air like an unanswered prayer. "You have more power than you realize, Y/N. Use it wisely."

When I awoke, I was still in my wolf form, the weight of Calian’s words pressing heavily on my mind. The cool morning air brushed against my fur, and I forced myself to stand, my body aching from the emotions that had torn through me in my dream.

I tried to follow Calian’s advice, to let go of the burning need for vengeance, but every step I took toward home was harder than the last. The vision of my father, broken and bleeding, haunted me, the memory of his final breath taunting me. The desire for revenge still pulsed in my veins, a fire that wouldn’t easily be extinguished.

Even as I returned to the others, I could feel it simmering beneath the surface. Calian's words echoed in my mind, but the truth was clear—I wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally crossed back into pack territory. The air was thick with tension, the weight of my father’s death pressing down on me like an anchor. My legs moved mechanically, numb with exhaustion, but my mind was a furnace of rage, each thought stoking the flames higher. As the minutes passed, I felt the familiar tug of the mindlink—the pack had caught my scent.

In the distance, I heard their howls, urgent and sorrowful. The sound clawed at my chest, but I refused to let it break through the wall I’d built around my emotions. Soon, they arrived, their massive forms trotting cautiously toward me, the weight of their grief palpable. But I wasn’t grieving—I was burning, and the fire inside me was barely contained.

I raised my head high, standing taller and more imposing than ever. My muscles tensed beneath my fur, my posture a silent warning. I didn’t want their sympathy. I didn’t need it. I needed vengeance. They stopped short, their eyes wide with caution, sensing the storm brewing within me.

“We're glad to have you back, Y/N. And... we’re deeply sorry for what happened,” Sam said, his voice strong yet laced with sorrow. The pack’s leader, always composed. But his words barely reached me. They were just noise.

Paul approached next, his whimpering tugging at my ears as he rubbed his fur against mine in an attempt to comfort me. It only made the emptiness in my chest deepen. Their gestures of care felt hollow, foreign, like they were trying to soothe a wound that couldn’t be healed.

I had already shut down, the pain of losing my father replaced by a singular focus: revenge. My voice was low, cold, as I finally spoke. “My father will be honored in the way any historian before him was, and I don’t care what my mother has to say. I get the last word. If she dares to fight me on it, she won’t be welcome at the ceremony. He deserves that respect, after everything he’s done for me and for the tribe.” My eyes burned with a fury that wouldn’t be tamed, daring anyone to challenge me. Sam’s tight nod was the only response I needed.

I could feel the tension ripple through the pack, but I didn’t stop. My words were venomous, every syllable dripping with hatred. “And when that disgusting, red-headed leech brings her army to our land, I will be the last thing she sees. I will tear her limb from limb, and there will be nothing left of her but crumbs—crumbs to be burnt to ash.”

The fire in my chest raged uncontrollably, my wolf snarling with the thirst for blood. I could see the shock in their eyes, the realization that I was no longer just their honorary packmate—I was something darker now, something far more dangerous. The need for revenge had consumed me, and there was no turning back.

As the days passed, the weight of preparing for my father’s funeral settled heavily on my shoulders. My mother had finally been informed of his passing, but the time had come to reveal the full truth—the supernatural reality of our lives. She might have known the legends were real, but she had no idea that the pack had shifted this year, nor did she understand the depths of my transformation. It was my responsibility to explain it all, and I requested that she meet me alone at my father’s house.

Sitting at the old wooden table where we had shared countless meals, I gathered my resolve. I took a deep breath and began to recount everything—from the pack’s return alongside the Cullens, to my own transformation, to the true alpha gene that had awakened within me. I shared the extraordinary things I had experienced since shifting, the gifts and burdens that came with my new identity. Finally, I dove into the harrowing details of what had happened to my father, the events I had witnessed, and the rage that now burned within me.

When I reached the point of discussing how I intended to honor him, my mother interrupted me. “He should be buried in the cemetery, like I always wished,” she insisted, her voice rising in defiance.

I felt my blood boil. “If you really loved him like you say you do, you would understand that he would feel dishonored that way.” I met her gaze, unyielding. “You may have been able to remove yourself from the tribe easily. You may have turned your back on us and our traditions, but there’s a reason you and Father got a divorce: he could not do the same. His love was the tribe, the traditions, and especially the history. Leaving was a great sin to him, but he overlooked that for the sake of civility and for me. Yes, he loved you, but he was hurt by your choice and how easily you made it.”

As the words hung in the air, I watched her mouth close, realization dawning upon her, a subtle touch of sadness creeping into her eyes. “Even when illness racked through his body, he refused to put aside his work. His role in this tribe was his pride. I stood by him, loyal to both him and the tribe, and that made me his greatest pride and joy. I will not dishonor that privilege for your guilt and regrets.”

I stood from the table, my heart pounding in my chest as the intensity of my emotions swirled within me. “You are still welcome to participate in the ritual funeral rites. However, if you argue again, I will not hesitate to remove you from the ceremony.” I opened the door for her, my heart hardened yet aching at the same time, and I watched as she left silently.

The air felt heavy with unspoken words as she walked away, and I could almost hear the frantic thoughts racing through her mind. She was finally starting to grasp the gravity of everything I had revealed, but I couldn’t tell if it was remorse or anger that would win out. Either way, I was done worrying about her feelings. My father deserved the honor of a tribal funeral, and I would ensure he received it, no matter the cost. 

I finally shut the door behind her as she pulled out of the driveway. A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding escaped my lips, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. My mother’s departure felt like the closing of a chapter I never wanted to write, but it was necessary. I turned and began to make my way back to my room, each step dragging the remnants of my grief behind me like a heavy cloak.

As I passed by my father’s office, something tugged at me, an invisible thread pulling me toward the door. I stopped, rooted in place, and the dull ache in my chest quickly transformed into a piercing agony. The office door stood ajar, its inviting yet forbidding presence beckoning me inside. I could still see his old, worn chair tucked under the desk, the stacks of papers he had meticulously organized, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air—a bittersweet reminder of the man I had lost.

With a deep breath, I stepped inside, my heart racing as nostalgia and sorrow swirled together in a chaotic dance. Everything felt too quiet, too still, as if the very air was holding its breath. I moved toward his desk, running my fingers over the surface as if hoping to draw strength from it. But instead, I felt a rush of memories flooding my mind, each one more painful than the last.

The evenings spent listening to him recount the legends echoed in my ears, his voice rich and warm as he brought the past to life. But those cherished memories were now tainted, overshadowed by the harsh reality that he would never share those stories with me again. The intensity of my grief hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and threatening to pull me under. I felt the familiar sting of tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, anger rising within me. How could I allow this pain to consume me when there was so much at stake?

I opened one of the drawers, desperate for something to ground me, something to remind me of the man who had guided me through life. But the emptiness stared back at me, a hollow reminder of what I had lost. Each object I touched was imbued with memories, each one like a dagger, twisting deeper into my heart. How could he be gone? How could this be real?

“Dad,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I clutched the edge of the desk, the smooth surface feeling foreign beneath my trembling fingers. “I need you.”

The weight of my grief became unbearable, spiraling into a vortex of despair. It was like standing at the edge of a chasm, teetering precariously as the darkness beckoned me to fall in. My breaths came in shaky gasps, each one laced with anguish. I could feel the world closing in around me, the walls of his office shrinking as I was swallowed by my overwhelming sorrow.

I sank to the floor, the coolness of the wood pressing against my skin, grounding me even as the storm raged inside. My heart ached for the countless conversations we would never have, for the wisdom he would never impart, for the laughter that had filled this space. Everything felt wrong, and I couldn’t shake the sense of profound loss that threatened to engulf me.

“Why did you leave me?” I cried out, the sound echoing off the walls, a haunting reminder of my helplessness. My grief twisted into a frantic spiral, raw and unrelenting. I wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all. But all I could do was sit there, consumed by the void he had left behind, feeling utterly lost.

At that moment, I couldn’t see a way forward. The pain was suffocating, pressing down on me until I felt like I might break beneath its weight. I was spiraling, trapped in a whirlwind of despair, struggling to find a way back to solid ground.

The storm inside me intensified, rising to a fever pitch. My breaths became shallow, quickening as I felt the walls closing in even tighter. I pressed my hands to my chest, feeling the rapid thud of my heart—a frantic drummer in an orchestra of despair. Panic gripped me, wrapping around my throat like a vice, squeezing until my vision blurred and the world around me started to fade into darkness. I was losing myself in the whirlwind of emotions, as if I were pushing all my pain into the very air, a thick fog of grief that threatened to suffocate me.

“Just breathe,” I whispered to myself, but the words felt hollow, lost in the chaos. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, a deafening drum that drowned out everything else. The office seemed to tilt and spin, the once-familiar space morphing into a nightmarish labyrinth of memories and sorrow. I was trapped, caught in a cycle of overwhelming grief, and each gasping breath only fueled the rising tide of panic.

“Dad, please,” I gasped, but my plea was swallowed by the suffocating weight of my emotions. It felt like the air had thickened, becoming a living entity that pressed against me, a heavy, oppressive force that made it impossible to think straight. I could feel the edges of my consciousness blurring, and in that moment, I was terrified I would vanish into the darkness entirely.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and in rushed Paul, Sam, and Jake, their presence a jolt of grounding energy. The moment they stepped into the room, the oppressive atmosphere shifted slightly, their concern radiating outwards like a beacon. Paul’s eyes widened as he rushed to my side, his warm skin brushing against my trembling hands, offering a comforting warmth amidst the chaos. Jake knelt beside me, his voice a calm anchor in the storm, urging me to focus on him, to breathe with him.

“Y/N, look at me. You’re not alone,” Jake said, his voice steady and soothing, cutting through the whirlwind of my thoughts. Sam stood a little behind, his presence a reassuring reminder of strength, ready to support me in whatever way I needed.

Gradually, their collective energy began to penetrate the fog of panic. I could feel my breath start to synchronize with Jake’s, the rhythm drawing me back from the brink of despair. Paul’s gentle nudges and Sam’s steadfast presence enveloped me, reminding me that I was surrounded by those who cared.

With each inhale, I felt the suffocating grip of my grief loosening, the tension in my chest gradually ebbing away. The frantic racing of my heart began to settle, replaced by a fragile sense of stability. But just as I started to find my footing, a wave of exhaustion crashed over me, pulling me down into its depths. I felt my eyelids grow heavy, the room blurring once more.

“Y/N, stay with us,” Jake urged, but the weariness consumed me, and I could no longer hold on. My world faded to black as I surrendered to the sweet relief of unconsciousness, feeling the warmth of my friends surrounding me, a comforting cocoon that whispered I would be safe.

[sixteenth-days]

18 & 29 for the ask game?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh fuck man this is hard there's so many. uhHH. there's a lot of parts of fta i think are really good, though a lot of them are more than one line. this one mr. wolf is maybe my favorite:

There’s something in the air here that sets my teeth on edge and makes them sharp. It makes my fingers itch. There’s something sticky under my fingernails. (Pause) False. It’s good False isn’t here. False and her eyes. (Pause) What did Scar say about my eyes, again?

also one from just the other day but for something prosier i am actually really happy with the last line of i bet you never expected me, originally i had a few more lines after this but i cut them and im REALLY happy with the result i just think it hits really good.

He rolls his eyes upwards so he doesn’t have to look at the camera. The studio lights are blinding. “I don’t believe you.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

went digging through the Notesapp Folder where i do all my work and found this bit from a fic that will almost certainly not be properly written but IS pretty fun. if written it would be an au of chuubos marvelous wish-granting engine where instead of a complicated machine theres a hole. in the ground. that you throw diamonds into

“Huh,” Pearl said. “That’s… weird.” “What’s weird?” “Have I got pupils?” Grian blinked. “What?” “Look,” she said, tugging him around to face her. Her eyes were two flat slates of silver, ringed with white. “Have I got pupils?” “Nooooo,” Grian said slowly. “Are you… supposed to?” “Well, I did last time I checked!” “Grian,” Mumbo hissed anxiously. “You don’t think this is some sort of Wishing Pit side effect, do-" “Of course not,” Grian said. “The Wishing Pit never has unexpected side effects.”

i also found this bit from the start of. a season 6? 7? fic, which i think was gonna be mostly abt grian and jimmy's first post-evo meeting at mcc? i honestly dont remember most of what i had intended for this one

Xisuma: Heads up, everybody, Scott’s going to be stopping by to hand out invites to the next MCC! Xisuma: He said he wanted to talk to False, Ren, Cub, and Iskall, but anybody who wants to say hello, feel free to swing by spawn. Grian glanced up from his phone, eyebrows raised. “Who’s Scott?” “Oh! I forgot you wouldn’t know,” Mumbo said. “Scott- Smajor is his actual, like, legal name, I think, but everybody calls him Scott, I don’t know why- he runs this big championship event that’s made up of a bunch of little minigames, with lots of people from different worlds competing.” Grian hummed thoughtfully. “I like minigames,” he said. “Oh, you’d probably have a grand time, honestly,” Mumbo said. “Too rich for my blood, personally, but Scott had said he was looking for more hermits to play- it was just False and Ren last time. Want to go say hello?”

[pancake-breakfast]

I still have Thoughts on Volume 2, but I think it's time to start Volume 3. Maybe the Volume 2 thoughts will sort themselves out better in the meantime.

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 3, Chapters 1-3 below.

TriMax Volume 3 Covers

Eyyyy! It's blonde Milly!

I kinda miss Meryl's long hair....

His life as a what?!?!

Whyyyy is Vash getting punched on the alternative version of the cover?? Hasn't this boy been through enough pain???

LOL, Milly eating the food from Meryl's chopsticks.

I just wanna point out that the kanji all over the alternate front cover just says "meat" over and over again. Sasha Braus would be proud.

Nooooo, send the puppet guy awaaaaaaay! No more puppet guy! *cries*

Yes, the puppet guy bothers me more than the otherworldly horror on the bottom of the back cover. And more than Legato, who is arguably also a puppet guy.

I'm a lot less sure about all the untranslated Japanese on the alternate back cover, but it looks like Wolfwood is saying something about meat, and the text bubble on the bottom left just says, "Meeeeeeeaaaaaat."

LOL, tiny poorly drawn penis on the giant monster-guy.

Chapter 1: Reservoir Dogs

Awww, look at everyone being deceptively happy! Even Kuroneko's making an appearance! (Also, yes, this is Wolfwood's happy face.)

I love how calm Vash looks here despite everything. Wolfwood, on the other hand, seems to have some different thoughts. But... he's actually onto something. That level of calmness despite everything is and should be terrifying. (I colored it because Vash is so pretty.) (Also, I legit forgot the smudge on his face was blood until I started coloring this.)

Pretty sure this guy is giving Wolfwood major tit window envy.

Heh, the real reason Wolfwood is swearing is because everything Vash has told him is messing with his head. What would normally be a point-and-shoot choice for him has suddenly become complicated with Thoughts.

Not sure what happened here. Something exploded... and... Wolfwood threw up??

Well, that cleared some stuff up for WW. Though I get the idea this guy can eat a LOT of lead before it gives him an upset tummy.

LOL, "Takin' out his hands is like disarmin' him." I'm not sure if the pun works in Japanese, but it's funny in English.

No no no no no! Put Puppetman BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM!!!

I don't even mind his horrible body-moosh-horror abomination as much as I mind Puppetman himself. (I know he's "Puppet Master," but he doesn't deserve enough of my respect for that.)

Is... the abomination trying to do a video game cheat code on Vash?

Shoot all the things, Vash! I dunno what you're shooting, but as long as you do, that's what matters!

Cool guy pose.

Awww, sad Vash. When this battle is over, someone needs to give him the biggest of hugs. He's earned it. He needs it.

WTF, bat wings??? From where?!

Oooh, creepy comparison shot of Vash plus Knives. I approve.

Dude. Now the creepy guy is digging trenches in his own face with his own hand. While wearing gloves. What the hell. Please get rid of him.

Untainted material?! Make him your puppet?!? Where's Wolfwood with his murder-cross? I need some murder to happen here.

Oh, he's in a hole.

"Yer name might remain, even long after ya die... but yer ideals join ya in the grave." I love this line. It reminds me of a favorite of mine from Mass Effect's Samara: "Only your actions will be remembered. May you choose them well."

I like how, all throughout this scene, Wolfwood's got the Punisher on a little leash like it's a boogie board or something.

Holy crap, the girls are here, too??? This is not a safe place for the girls. Or for anyone, really. But particularly people without some sort of superhuman something going for them.

Saved, by terrified toma causing delays!

Chapter 2: Cement

Legato, you freaking dork. Glad you're enjoying being carried everywhere in your weird coffin-iron maiden thing.

Heheheheheheh. Wolfwood the traitor. <3 you, Wolfie....

LOL, Wolfwood's absolute casualness at this accusation is beautiful.

Dude. Ninelives needs some dental work pronto.

For as much as he resents certain aspects of his life, Wolfwood really seems to revel in certain kinds of carnage. He's nothing but focus and falling bullets in this fight.

One must wonder, does the Punisher ever run out of ammo? Does Wolfwood even know that machine guns are best used in short bursts, or is he just that good at "pray and spray"?

Ninelives clearly ate ALL his vegetables as a kid. WW's looking a bit worried.

RIP Wolfwood's ribcage.

And the Punisher is so far away, too....

Ha! Pocket Pistol!

I just wanna say that despite this guy having a cat-like name, Ninelives is a disgrace to cats everywhere. He's nothing like a cat and that's not a compliment.

You know... using a big-ass industrial factory-type door to keep out the giant murder monster is a pretty good plan at this moment.

LOL, Wolfwood, you cheeky bastard.

I dunno if taunting Ninelives is a great plan, even if he's missing an arm. Congrats on finishing your disarming procedure, though, Wolfie!

Or is he the dumbass who dove right in and is now torn apart in this place...?

I don't have any idea why this chapter is called Cement. Like, usually I can make some sort of connection, but this one is lost on me.

Chapter 3: No Escape

Wait wait wait. Did that disembodied arm just CRAWL ACROSS THE ROOM AND OPEN THE DOOR?!?! Gods, someone kill it with fire, please.

This is just... so Wolfwood. You do you, my lovely foul-mouthed murder-friend.

I feel like Vash heard all that and is mad because Wolfwood is trying to kill someone again.

Gods, why did Nightow have to make Vash SO PRETTY in this arc??

Ew, Ninelives is gross. He's just gross. Puppetman is creepy. Ninelives is gross.

He's called Ninelives. Maybe you just have to kill him nine times....

Uhhhh... Ninelives has EYES in his belly?? PEOPLE IN HIS BELLY?!?! LIVING BELLY PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

For some reason, Wolfwood cocking the Punisher here amuses me. (The sound effect is "ga-kin".)

Scenes like this make me kinda glad this isn't in color. Then again, I got through Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, and Hellsing Ultimate despite all the guts and stuff, so *shrug*.

SO. MANY. GOOD. VASH PANELS. Ugh, I just want to pour them on pancakes and eat them all up.

Ugh, Vash knows as soon as he sees them. He has no choice but to know. The situation means there's no way it could be any different. But part of him would still hesitate.

Also, the baby pulling a gun is REALLY darkly hilarious.

This whole business is really mucking with Vash's instincts, and Puppetman knows it. Can we please throw Puppetman into Mount Doom now???

Wait, who's Emilio??

Ugh, I have to call it here for the night. I just want to get past this. I want Vash to get past this.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Chucky s1e8, An Affair to Dismember

I feel so bad for Tiffany when both Chucky's are ignoring her, but it's hilarious how she mentions Chucky(as Nica) gets dick too

I love how Tiffany tells both of them that neither of them know how to treat a lady and that they're no man😂😂

HOW DARE YOU SAY SHE ISN'T A LADY? SHE IS THE LADY YOU ASSHOLE

Junior is me tho (watching as Tiffany slaps Chucky) LIKE GET IT GIRL!!

The way Tiffany knows it's Nica immediately 🥺

And tells Chucky Nica at least respects her (respect/fear, same thing)

Oh no, the way Tiffany's face changes as Chucky apologizes, she knows that he's up to something 🥺🥺

Oh no, the way Tiffany realizes what Chucky's asking her to do and she tries to come up for a reason he'll understand to get him to let Nica live🥺

Her face looks so heartbroken when she starts to get her file and is crying saying she'll do it for him but she doesn't want to do it🥺😭

Her sobbing as she apologizes to Chucky that she can't go through with it and kill Nica🥺

NOOOOO she moved out of the way so Junior could do it😭😭

Tiffany just immediately jumping into action to kill Chucky just before Junior can kill Nica🥺😂

Nah dude, you're upside down😂

I'm cackling right with her 😂😂

Yeah dude, trust the blood covered nail file welding lady over the doll, she's honestly wayyyyyy more scary (and I love that for her)

OOOOO CHUCKY'S FACE WHEN SHE SAID HE HAD A LITTLE DICK😂😂😂😂😂

Ooooooooo she's the one who called the cops on him the night he died?! (Idk why I'm shocked

One of me's gonna get

Tiffany *dropping Chucky's head*: Mic drop

^ a true queen

Poor Nica 🥺

'Aunty Nica' honestly I wish I was in Junior's position rn with Tiffany/Jennifer telling me what to do

Oh my god I love how she lights up when talking about Glenda🥺❤️

I wonder if her weapons are in the suitcase 🤔

Welp, it is a weapon

Junior is traumatized

Oh no, he's just staring at his very own Chucky doll😂

Tiffany has definitely dealt with the twins adopting/taking random things with how she's just like yes, Junior you can keep him but you gotta clean up after him

I want a makeup container that shoots lasers, that's so cool

Oh god, poor kid is still in the house damn🥺

Well he's gonna need a lot of therapy (a headless doll body going to kill him)

Oh Andy you and your head collection 👀🙄😂

Nooooooooooo Kyle🥺🥺🥺

Well, at least there'll be a blank slate for Tiffany to rebuild a house, she's pretty smart about saving money that way

I forgot that Lexy and Jake were drugged and was wondering how they could sleep while their friend/boyfriend was in trouble

Oh noooo they think Devon died😭😭😭

Aw the way Jake was crying and then Devon appeared and they ran to each other 😭😭

Oh no, Poor Andy and Kyle 😭(I hope they're as hard to kill as Chucky)

Tiffany is so iconic I wanna hug her sm

Junior don't hurt Lexy😭

I totally wouldn't put it past Jennifer Tilly to have a whole collection of Good Guy dolls in addition to her Belle one😂

Oh Tiffany is totally the one who'd teach children to do crime

What Frankenstein

The way that Lexy's mom is finally appreciative of her husband 🥺 good for them

Oh noooooooo! Lexy's dad is dead😭😭😭

SHE DIDN'T CHECK THE POPCORN BEFORE SHE ATE IT? ( I am so glad I always do that)

Welp, thanks Chucky, now I gotta check under the seat in movie theaters

Poor Caroline doesn't know her dad is dead😭😭 her little voice asking what about her daddy (to come with them)😭

The way Lexy is telling Junior why she's loved him😭

Nooooooo Junior 😭😭😭

Poor guy is just another victim of his circumstances 😭(he made a choice, but still it was sad to see him die)

Damn Jake, you can kill him with your bare hands🥺

Oof, Chucky may not be a homophobic monster, but he still is from a time when they liked to say that something was so gay

Wait, so is Lexy's mom also dead? I thought she died at Christmas time?

Oh ok so she's alive gotcha

Tiffany saying she'll kill the driver if he's late, laughing and then more quietly saying she wasn't kidding as she walks away is hilarious 😂

Andy is out here doing good work with what his trauma gave him

I lowkey thought he was gonna drive the car into Tiffany's car😂😂

TIFFANY THE DOLL NOT THR PERSON 😂😂😂 I love it😂

Oh nooo, Nica🥺

Tiffany's right that girls have gotta advocate for themselves

Tiffany babe, I love you, but that was cruel even for you to subject Nica to more pain, even though Chucky is terrifying 🥺😭

Well it's good the science teacher is free again, she seemed cool

Those poor kids😭

Oh they're being watched, 💯

Chucky chilling in front of the fire is fabulous 😂 the kill count😂 poor kitty tho, Binxy deserved better 😭

[emisirrelevant]

Willow 2022 1x07 Reactions

I love this show.

-Lol Airk being like "I drank the water- it was...good"

-ALSO IT WAS HIM!! I thought that picture of Kit in the water was Jade and Kit but it was Airk trying to rescue Kit!! That actually made it more symbolic to me to have one sibling try to rescue the other.

-YESSSS ELORA BREAKING THE SURFACE OF THE LAKE I KNEW IT!!!

-ALSO HER HAIR. YALL IT IS RED. IT TURNED FULL ON RED!!!

-ALSO! That small moment when Kit fell but then looked at Elora and Elora looked back. WHAT DID THAT MEAN? (besides my delusional kit x elora self interpreting that as the GAYZE lol)

-LOL the old man "or we're all phantoms in the dream of some vindictive god suffering from a spot of indigestion" ICON "You have coin?" ME ACTUALLY- my broke ass

-the heck is a mudmander?

-okay well the old man definitely isn't a master chef

-Boorman eating the soup anyway in typical Boorman fashion

-Elora's inner cook is probably seething quietly rn LOL

-"Well all these quests and battles all sort of got blended together after a while you know" LOL old man is relatable tho- me when I play Wizard101

-Jade asking "well what do you remember?" me: don't say it- DO YOU REMEMBER- THE 21st NIGHT

-oh shit the watering hole thing is closed now- there is no more water?

-"hey new girl- where you at" OMFG BWAHAHAHAA I CAN'T

-wait what now the water is back?

-the girl "there was a secret sect" me thinking I'm good at the lore despite never having watched the original movie "the blood of the six?" her: "the Order of the Wyrm" "oh" HAHAA

-OOP the girl saying "you weren't thinking about making out right now were you" and Airk going "no of course not totally wasn't thinking that" AND THEN IT SWITCHES TO ELORA

-OHHHH GOD IF AIRK AND THE OTHER GIRL KISS AND IT STARTS DRAMA-

-OMG KIT WATCHING ELORA SLEEP (ahhh okay my kit x elora self is trying not to say anything again-)

-OH GRAYDON JUST KNOCKING THE OLD MAN OUT LOL RIP

-OH NOOO I FORGOT ABOUT THE GALES

-me during the sleigh chase scene- USE YOUR MAGIC ELORA!! MAGIC IT!!! YOU CAN MAKE IT GO FASTER!!! RIGHT??!?!

-OH NOOOOO

-KIT TAKING ANOTHER L?????? NOT A SHURIKEN TO THE ARM??

-NOOO NOT JADE GETTING PUNCHED??

-YESSS GRAYDON BEING USEFUL AND GETTING THE BIRD!!

-YESS JADE COMING BACK AND SAVING ELORA FROM THE DOOM!!

-OMG AAHAHAAAAA I THOUGHT JADE AND KIT WERE GONNA KISS DAMN IT BUT THE PUNCH IN THE FACE AND THEN YANKING THE WEAPON OUT HAHAHA I LOVE THEM BUT OKAY I NEED TO SEE A KISS SOON

-ohh the mudmander is kinda cute

-Graydon lol "I shall name you Kenneth"

-HHHH AHHHH SO GRAYDON IS MAGICAL TOO POSSIBLY???

-LOL Willow training Elora. I love a good fucking mentor training scene

-LMAO I think Willow is having a little too much fun just blasting his staff

-YEAAHHH KIT AND JADE SPARRING AGAIN!!! WEAPON WIELDING WLWS!!!

-YEAAAAAAAAH

-THEY KISSED!!!!

-LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-LET'S GO WLWS!!!!!!!

-OOOH okay. So I sense something is up with Elora again.. We seem to be seeing a slightly more darker side to her.

-Hopefully they don't do that whole plot twist where they turn it all around and Elora turns out to give into the darkness and becomes the villain?

-"because that's what you do when you have honor, right?" oop Zuko from ATLA wants to know your location lol

-AHHHHH NAURRRRR AAAAAAHHH SHE KISSED AIRK AHHH NAURRRR

-Well at least Elora still has Graydon??

-oh well he wants to be alone with Kenneth- so I guess not? lol

-OOH Kit and Willow talking together. I like it!! Rare dynamic!! Give me more of their two characters interacting!!

-OHHHH MY GOD KIT AND ELORA SCENE OMG OMG

-THE BACKGROUND THOUGH??? THE STARS???? THE MUSIC??? HELLOOOOO

-"I was jealous of you"

OOOOHHHHH MY GODDDDDD

FUCK.

IT'S LIKE HIZZIE FROM LEGACIES FOR ME ALL OVER AGAIN.

-oh no Willow- I don't think that's really Mims

-LOL Jade being frustrated with the men for the 80th time

-awwwwwww Graydon finally saying he loves Elora AAAHHH

-SEE OKAY ELORA YOU STILL HAVE GRAYDON

-Although technically I was right and the girl seems to be the Crone so okay I'm not as mad about that kiss than I was before but it still was like ooh- okay ehhh- umm

-"I don't want to keep pretending" "Neither do I"

"I don't want to be Elora Danan"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

-WAIT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

-KIT GIVING ELORA HOPE. KIT GIVING MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH????

-I CAN'T ANYMORE!!!!! I AM UNWELL!

"Well, tough. You're afraid. So am I. My fear doesn't get to define me. I'm not giving it the power. I'm giving it to you. I have never believed in anything my whole life. I believe in you."

SHUT UP.

I AM SCREAMING!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THEY FELL.

OFF THE CLIFF.

TOGETHER.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

"My lady"

SHUT. UP!!!!!!!!

THEY FOUND THE CITY THOUGH!!! YESSSSS. THEY DID IT!!! WOMEN!!!!!!

OHHHHH SHIITTTTTTT.

AND HERE WE GO.

THIS IS HOW I KNOW AIRK IS EVIL NOW. MANS GOT A NEW OUTFIT AND A HAIRCUT. HERE WE GO.

ONLY ONE EPISODE LEFT.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[ellecdc]

ik my last ask was a lil more serious (and suuuper long, although this one probably wont be much better, sorry 😬) but now i'm here for the goofs n catching up. sorry its been another bit of time again, i had to recover from the fact that YOU! missed little old me?!?! immidiate bedrest as i come to terms with that fact. i figured id answer the questions i asked you (and respond to ur responses) bc i can't help myself!

34) i get not being up to people watching anymore, i'm there too, although i used to be quite the people watcher. there are definitely an influx of people in cities where just having to be in their presence without observing them is tiring (i live by a famous one, boy do i know this fact. one time a guy came up to me on the transit and just started telling me jokes. i didn't even respond, but that didn't matter to him lol. honestly some of the jokes were pretty good.) it's like they do all the people watching work for you.

69) as someone who has unfortunately had to both wash my hair with soap and body with shampoo (don't ask, they were both emergency instances lol) i can confirm that the shampoo option is indeed better by a long shot.

83) oh no sorry for putting you into a tough spot! your song choices are so fun tho, like i just feel happier listening to them, makes me wanna dance (also completely forgot how much chumbawumba's album art fucks me up lol). i got this answer mostly down pat and its like the complete opposite vibe to ur choices lol. my all time favorite song is going to california by led zeppelin so that's my choice, i am forever a slut for it's layered guitar parts and finger picking (and zeppelin in general). a close second is lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley. "broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it"?! "my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder"?! "all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter"?! like stfu jeff this is too good for us mortals.

lastly, in my like 10 years of reading fanfic i have never once been inclined to write my own until now, and that's all thanks to you! idk if they will ever get done -one's a honker and it's maybe halfway written, the other is a smut fic which,,, idk man we'll see- much less posted, but you never know 🤷 maybe one day i'll be off anon and have a writing blog. but i want to say thanks for the inspiration to rediscover my love for writing!

hope ur having a wonderful day lovebug 🩷🩷🩷

-ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

OMG SOMEONE ANSWERED THR WURSTIONS BACK IM SO EXCITED

People watching -> okay you’re so right though, people watching IS tiring. I don’t want to be perceived OR perceive!!

Body wash/shampoo -> Nooooo omg okay well I’m glad to know my answer was sound and should I ever find myself in a debacle I will choose wisely [thoughts and prayers to your hair]

Fave songs -> shut up did you actually look up the songs I listed?? That is so cool you’re so cool, what a cutie. Oof but your second song would be such good fic titles or prompts (hint hint you should do it)

And congratulations on your writing! I dont want to take credit at all though, I think you’re just a cool kid(tm) and are gonna do cool kid shit (i.e., writing fanfics) [no but fr, i think writing is so cathartic and good for the soul, it’s self care! I wrote for yeeeaaarrrrrssss before i ever thought to post anything, so even just writing for yourself is fucking tops, you rock it babes]

[notquitedeadpod]

Hi! I'm one of the people currently making the wiki, and we would like to ask for some clarification, if that's okay? In episode 1, Alfie says he's 27: "and not just because I was a twenty-seven-year-old man (...)", but in the same episode, his mother says he's 26: "You’re twenty-six, you should be in love (...)". It's totally understandable if it just got missed, but still, I would appreciate a clarification what his age is supposed to be at that point

Oh nooooo! The answer is he's neither 27 nor 26 at that point. Hilariously, this is a problem I'm the midst of fixing ahead of S2's release. Please just ignore all the ages given in eps 1-5. Fixed versions are coming out very soon to patch these errors, which are there because I wrote episodes 1-5 like a man posessed and then just! Released them into the wild! Very little thought to the passage of time was given; I was writing for The Vibes and only The Vibes. And then when I came back to releasing the show after the break, I fully Forgot to Fix the Problem, which, when it came to pinning down dates for S2, became a bit of a nightmare!

It's so immensely exciting you're putting together a wiki; please bear with me as I patch up these things! Fixed early episodes will be out SOON, but in the mean time have this timeline I recently cobbled together ahead of S2, which I've included after the cut for reasons of vague spoilers.

Here's a rough timeline: - August 2020 - Alfie leaves Ben and moves back in with his mum 'for a few weeks' - September 2020 - Alfie turns 28 - January 2021 - Alfie sees the first victim, the girl on the gurney, and his mum tells him to move out - April 2021 - Alfie moves into a new flat ('it had taken me the best part of five months to actually find a place' Beer and Bloodlust) - August 2021 - middle-aged woman in athletic-wear ('I didn’t see another one of the patients with torn open necks for a long time after the third one?', Beer and Bloodlust) - Linda the day after that ('The next day, I met Haley in town for coffee', Beer and Bloodlust) - September 2021 - victims six and seven - September 2021 - Alfie turns 29 - November 2021 - Cas blurs Alfie's memory ('after months of dreaming about him, I saw him again. It was mid-November', Everyone's Miracle) - June 2022 - Ben by the river ('it was the start of summer', A Cobweb on the Soul) - June 2022 - Alfie and Cas talk about their ages and Alfie says 'I’ll be thirty in September, if you were wondering' ('A week. I had known him for a week.', What Are We?) - September 2022 - Alfie turns 30 - October 2022 - Alfie sees another victim ('I didn’t actually see another victim myself until summer was well and truly over,', What Are We?) - November 2022 - Alfie and Cas go to the vampire house ('We were a few days past Halloween', In for a Penny) - December 2022 - death of the guy from paediatrics ('A week or two into this new high alert we were living under,' Tear Me to Shreds) - Early July 2023 - Cas and Alfie find Moira in the river ('It was the middle of summer, still kind of warm', A Different Kind of Holy) - Late July 2023 - Alfie and Cas go to Whitby - Early August 2023 - Alfie nearly dies - September 2023 - Cas leaves. Alfie starts recording what's been happening to him.

Chalk any wibbly-wobbly-ness in the timeline to Alfie's brain being addled by vampire blood for now, and I'll see if I can patch the accidental wrong-aging in the first ep.

-- Eira x

[shakingparadigm]

GUys I promise I'm at vivinos headquarter right now and you won't believe me but I swear I watched Ivan and Till making out in round six.No one dies no one has to suffer this is the only truth I-

[VOICES IN BACKGROUND] [GETS DRAGGED AWAY. COMPUTER CRASHING] [SIRENS] ''NOOOOO I WILL CHANGE THE ENDINGGG'' [COMMOTION] ''DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!'' [HELICOPTER LOWERS A LADDER] ''SHUT UP NO ONE WILL TAKE MEEEE'' [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

''What the heck just happened?'' ''MY COMPUTER... I LOST ALL MY HARD WORK...MY... MY HANDS... I FORGOT TO MAKE A COPY OF THE FILE... GOODBYE... AVENGE ME,you newbie... how were you called? I think I'm dying...'' [BABY SCREAMING OUT OF NOWHERE] [COUGH OF BLOOD] ''Sir,you are not going to die you were just hit by reality.This is Vi by the way and I'm not a newbie.I've been working here for three years'' [THE PRESS IS REPORTING LIVE...] [A DOG HITS THE CAMERAMAN WITH KARATE] ''SOMEONE JUST ESCAPED.THIS IS THE BEST NEW I HAD THIS YEAR!I HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN FOR MY BOOK.HEY ARE YOU RECORDING?''- [THE CAMERAMAN COLLAPSED]

[FROM THE HELICOPTER] ''Vi,you okay?'' [EVIL SMILE WHILE WATCHING FROM THE WINDOW] ''Just as planned.Call me V for Vendetta.I got you the super exclusive and secret action figure of Mizi''

SO MUCH IS HAPPENING.

thank you for your efforts V.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

hi rachel! congrats on the 8k <3 literally joined the live and as people started talking my blood pressure crashed really bad (i have several chronic illnesses) so i was barely able to write or participate. still, i wanted to send a short message saying it was really nice and i hope you're doing okay. also i was editing a scene in my wip where my main character has a dream about drowning in a womb. i feel like you might enjoy that? anyways justice for reeve, so sorry if this sounds like an absolute mess (i'm still recovering, i just wanted to send something before i forgot). have a good rest of your day!

hiiii friend! so sorry to hear about your blood pressure nooooo!! I hope you're feeling better now! thank you sooo much for stopping by! it was so fun! I'm so rusty with streaming but it was so fun to just hang out??? and I'm actually doing really well today :) sleeeppyyyy but happy hehe! ALSO YESSS I DO LIKE THE DROWNING IN WOMB SCENE HAHAH I love that y'all know this is my vibe looool. AND YES JUSTICE FOR REEVE (fr I might draft with her right now because I'm tired of HER BROTHER).

sending hugs! <3

[winderlylandchime]

I really am my brothers sister because I completely forgot that I came to your blog to tell you something the second I saw Gale’s face. My bad!!

But now to tell you what I came here to say originally. My dumb brother (yes, that is necessary) sprained his ankle. He’s fine but he is now again on bed rest for a few days or whatever and he has crutches which has been proven is a dangerous thing for him to have.. And on top of that he got sick with a fever…again (cus the face palm moment)

Now i know you’re probably wondering what the hell did he do now? Well let me tell you the story that is making the whole family laugh (in a loving way) He took out the trash and kept his door just slightly open to keep the cat inside and as he was trying to sneak back in, Brian took his opportunity and broke free and my brother ran after him and since he was only in slippers and it was raining like crazy he- and I say this with love- ate shit. And in the process of that he also locked himself and the cat outside. In a tank top and shorts.

The good thing is our aunt lives near him so he just went to hers and she took him to the ER and helped break into his house again but the bad thing is that when she took him to the ER, they’re also used of him there bc i wish this was the first time he stupidly injured himself. So the second he walked in they went “oh come on (his name), what did you do now?”

Since he has a ring camera we now have a video of him trying to sneak inside going ‘move, Brian, moooove. Bri, don’t make me use grown up words’ and then Brian escaped and he after him screaming ‘BRIAN YOU LITTLE DICK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU LIL SHIT COME HERE ITS FUCKING RAINI- (this is where he ate shit)’ and you just see darkness and then hear him go ‘oh now you come to me!’ He sent the video to everyone he knew. And ngl it is my favorite thing in the world.

But anyway the reason why I’m even bothering telling you all of this, is to say that this bed rest and him being sick for like two days lead to something that he called extreme boredom and he ended up making an ao3 account. I repeat, the man made an ao3 account. He briefly entertained the idea of tumblr but since he sucks, so he just made an ao3 account. I was actually shocked when he asked me for the invitation and how it works and everything. He has not told me yet if he just wants to use it to leave kudos or what but i guess this is a PSA.

OH NOOOOO!!!! Brother anon!

Listen, I sliced my hand last week in a (failed) attempt to save skincare from falling out of my medicine cabinet and learned that my partner of 17 years gets faint at the sight of blood. So we FaceTimed my father-in-law when it was 1 am his time because he's a former paramedic to determine if I should go to the ER.

I also once sprained my ankle trying to save my coffee while I was mid-trip. Spoiler: I did not save the coffee AND my ankle was fucked.

One time my partner when ass over head tripping over my sister-in-law's dog and it was caught on a nanny-cam and I made it into a gif.

So there's a long history on my end of injuries in dumb ways so I feel empathy for your brother. This is a good lesson that a cat is gonna cat and will definitely sneak out if given the chance.

BROTHER ANON IS ON AO3!! That is incredible! Welcome to the incredible world of fanfiction Brother! My collection of my favorite QAF fics is here Also every other TV show and movie he has ever enjoyed probably has fanfiction on AO3.