#i know what you boices are thinking

[plaindangan]

Threesome let's go.

Mikan and Hiyoko never liked each other's despite the nurse best efforts to make peace, it was never enough, as the twitails big ass traditional dancer never seems to be able to like her.

That would be fine, if they were not both in love with the same man, Hajime Hinata, their opposite personality clashed as both think that one day,she would still Hajime for herself.

Both then decide that enough was enough, both had the same idea to wear a modified wedding dress and finally be able to satisfied Hajime in bed, of course little do they know that they both had this idea at the same time, and now they have to accept their big fat booty to be railed, spank and fuck into submission by Hajime.

Maybe friendship lies in the booty?

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"Um..."

"Y-you fuckin' skanky bitch!! How dare you copy me!?"

"Waaaaaaaaaah, I'm sorrry we had the same ideaaaaaa!!"

Hajime sat in his pajamas pants looking between his wives as Hiyoko continued to rant at a very apologetic Mikan. Guess even polar opposites could have the same idea once in a while? The dresses they were wearing were modified to show off much of their 'assets' as possible. Their cleavage was exposed greatly and dresses modified to be short enough show off more of their well curved thighs. This shortening also meant wonders for their backside, the true main event! Their dresses just barely reached to cover their plump and wobbly asses and probably would have covered it....if they were just standing still.

But from where Hajime sat and how both were animatedly moving, he could easily see that both were only wearing thongs underneath, Mikan's being purple and Hiyoko's gold colored, with such thing flosses practically being sucked into the dough these women had. After a good moment of staring, Hajime stood up and placed calming hand on back of his wives.

"It's fine, guys. I'm just appreciative that I'm worth it enough for you two to wanna go this far for me. Thank you!" He said, boice gratefully and full of love. Traits that calmed both from their fear and rage, respectively. Mikan giggled and leaned into his chest in bliss, whilst Hiyoko pouted, face red as, yet again, Hajime knew just what to say.

"A-anything for you!~"

"Hmph...damned smooth talker..." With a chuckle, Hajime finally felt the mood was right for all three to 'get to business'. Moving his his hands downwards, his strong hands got a good feel for what they carrying back there. Just how he liked his booty: soft, bouncy and utterly his to play with~ With added results of hearing both women men as their sensitives asses touched so greatly by Hajime's hands.

"Let me show you how much I care!~"

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"A-aaaaaaaaah!! F-fuuuuckin' Helll!!"

"Mmmmmm!~ H-hajimeeeee!~ Th-this slutty piggy wants more!! Won't you fuck her moooore!?"

It was hard tending to both at the same time ,but Hajime did like a challenge. Both girls, especially Mikan, loved being treated roughly, for Hajime to give their hair a good tug, to having their fat asses be spanked absolutely raw as hard as he could. Trying to plow both of their dumptrucks had him constantly going back and forth between each one, and God help him when one wanted to be fucked a certain way. Hiyoko liked bending over the bed to receive good cock (with their own sheets showing traces of where she bit down when it happed) Mikan liked getting pressed against the wall, loving the feeling of Hajime pounding her in such a hapless state.

Truly it was tough work but it came to making these two happy, Hajime was determined to do his best and thensome~

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hey this is a bit random since i don't know if you're still interested in them but i am on the way to becoming a boice atm and i saw you in the cnblue tag, since you don't write for them i wanted to ask if you have any recs or even just general advice for finding fics for them because i can only find like 10 on here at best😭😭

Hey anon!!! Very random indeed ahaha but I'll try my best to help^^

I don't actually have any fic recs for them unfortunately, cause I never really read any, but as for advice on finding fics: always search in multiple ways!! My go to searches when I'm looking for fics are

[group name] reactions

[g/n] scenarios/drabbles/imagines

[g/n] x reader

[g/n] fluff/angst/smut/...

and then also the same thing with member names instead of the group name^^ I'm sure that the people who actually write for them might have some recs for you, but I don't know how many of them are still active :/ but either way I wish you good luck in finding fics!!^^ (I think in this case you might actually have more luck looking on ao3 or aff, but I'm not sure how many of the fics posted there are x reader fics assuming that that's what you're looking for!)

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like i am also constantly amazed by the beauty of people too. a man dressed as santa playing the saxophone for downtown boston. the chinese woman who joined in and her boice and the saxophone echoed off of the walls. i think about the annoying kid i studied abroad with stuck in place gazing at the full moon on a crisp november night. i think about all of the people who helped me evade the train fare and all of the people i helped evade the train fare. sometimes when i skateboard other people talk to me about it. sometimes strangers pick up on my presentation and intuitively call me they. my friends call me my chosen name.

i’m sorry that i can’t be more vocal about it in the given environment. i wish i could revel in it an appreciate it more without being swept up into the stress of another essay or project. i know school shouldn’t keep me from enjoying and appreciating the good parts of life, but it does. and i can’t train myself out of not being stressed about school and enjoying other parts of life.

my psychiatrist says my symptoms are getting worse from anxiety. do you think constantly being in the wrong environment is helping? whether its a state of mind i fear my mind has made its decision and you cannot convince your mind out of something if you’re still living under the conditions. maybe you can, and maybe i did at one point, and maybe i’m tired. maybe i never did and maybe i’m giving up. i can’t tell.

and something else that i also brought up to them is that i don’t know where i’m going or what i should do and i have nothing tethering me anywhere for better or worse. when i was little that is all i dreamed of. i wanted to be untethered and independent and answer to no one. little did i know i was always untethered and singular, it just really sucks. and i could lean into the culture i was given but that is disingenuous. sometimes i think about all i lost and cry.

[l-r-christian]

Can I request a fic where Elijah has to marry the daughter of the leader of the human Faction, much like Hayley having to marry Jackson, and Hayley is jealous seeing Elijah with the girl who is pretty much naive and innocent?

Arrange marriage + Elijah Mikaelson + An innocent naive young lady? Yes, I am getting so many ideas.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit smutty, Innocent!Reader, Protective!Elijah, Jealous!Hayley, misogynistic behavior

There was stillness in the air as the members of the Factions stared at the human, John Hale, that was leader of the human Faction. Hayley looked at Elijah who was staring at the man as John offered up his only daughter to marry Elijah or John will pull the human Faction out of the peace treaty.

"What?"

"Marry my daughter or the humans pull out." John said smirking, John was a man that wanted power and was willing to sell off his only daughter. Y/N Hale had just turned 20 and John had came from an old fashioned family so once his daughter hit 20 and talks of the peace treaty between Factions lined up. John saw it as a chance to get power and the Mikaelsons had it.

"You can't be serious! Elijah don't....."

"I'll have to meet her first." Elijah said cutting Hayley off as Marcel looked at Elijah knowing what the Original was thinking let John believe the power was in the human's reach. John stood straight still smirking sliding over his card.

"Come by the house this afternoon Mr. Mikaelson."

"The meeting has came to an end then." Elijah said as everyone left but Hayley and Marcel. Hayley looked crossed her arms looking at Elijah wondering why he was going along with the human.

"Why did you agree?"

"Because Hayley, we need the humans to play nice. Marrying John's daughter will give us an edge as he didn't realize he gave us." Elijah said looking at the hybrid a smirk playing on his lips as Marcel smiled placing his hands on the table.

"The vampires get access to the stakes and wolfsbane." Marcel says as Elijah fixed his cufflinks smirking.

"Yes so if I am stuck in some loveless marriage then fine at least the girl would be useful for something." Elijah says as Hayley saw just how much Elijah was always ten steps ahead and just because he'll be married didn't mean Elijah wouldn't see her behind the human's back.

Y/N stood dressed in a baby blue tea dress that was long sleeved laced up back and a maid had done up her hair, Y/N slipped on white heels and she was ready to meet her future husband.

"There you are princess! Now daddy needs you to bed a good girl okay? Mr. Mikaelson is gonna be here soon."

"Of course daddy." Y/N said softly as the doorbell rang, John quickly headed down stairs. Y/N followed pausing seeing Elijah stepping in as her face flushed seeing how handsome the vampire was.

"Mr. Mikaelson, welcome this is my daughter Y/N. Sorry the boys are working." John said as Elijah looked to Y/N smirking seeing her flush and heart skipping a beat. Elijah looked her over finding her adorable as he could practically smell the innocence on her.

"It is alright. I would like to get to know Y/N alone."

"Ye....yes go ahead."

Y/N walked with Elijah in the garden as John watched from the window seeing how his daughter and the vampire were smiling talking. Elijah was surprised to find that he kinda liked the young woman as he saw how innocent and naive she was making him have an urge to keep her safe.

"You are aware why I am here, yes?"

"Daddy says you are going to be my future husband. Don't worry I know what my place is as your wife." Y/N said smiling looking at the roses as Elijah frowned not liking how that sounded.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you know. Don't speak unless spoken to, make sure to have dinner ready, house stays clean and.....to always serve your husband's needs." Y/N tells Elijah as the Original took note that John was old fashioned and Rebekah needed to be kept away from the man or else his future father-in-law would end up dead.

"There be no need for that."

"Okay..." Y/N sounded unsure but she was told to never questioned her husband then took Elijah's arm when he held it out to her and continued their walk. For a month Elijah was seeing Y/N as John was having his daughter's things packed up when Elijah said the young woman was going to be living with him.

"Today is the day Elijah." Hayley says and Elijah swore he heard a hint of jealousy in her tone when he turned seeing Hayley dressed in a gorgeous lavender dress that boarder on being white. Hayley looked at Elijah finding him devilishly handsome wishing it was her and now she knew how Elijah felt when she married Jackson.

"That it is."

"Well don't want to keep John waiting."

The bridal march started and Elijah looked to the end of the aisle and Elijah felt his breath stop as he swore he never seen such a beautiful woman before. Y/N dressed in a lovely strapless mermaid dress hair done in a low braided bun makeup done naturally. In all the words Elijah thought of he couldn't form the words with how gorgeous Y/N looked.

"You alright Elijah?"

"Just fine Niklaus." Elijah said as the wedding ceremony went on and Elijah became Y/N's husband. Elijah noted how shy Y/N got when he kissed her and he also noticed how mouth watering her scent was.

"Welcome to the family Elijah. Now princess be a good wife for Elijah now." John says as Elijah frowned still not liking the undertones of John's words.

"Of course daddy." Y/N tells her father when Klaus came to ask the bride for a dance leaving Elijah with John.

"Don't worry Elijah she is a virgin. Like a good wife should be."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, made the mistake with my wife so I made sure Y/N was going to be a virgin for her husband which now you." John said unaware that his words stirred something in Elijah.

The idea that his little wife was virgin, awoken a corruption kink Elijah thought he buried years ago as Elijah unconsciously licked his bottom lip watching Y/N with Rebekah. Hayley moved next to Elijah frowning a bit seeing the dark look she knew all to well.

"Elijah?"

"Yes Hayley?" Elijah answered being pulled from his thoughts and undressing his wife with his eyes. Hayley prided herself on knowing Elijah and she could tell that Elijah was falling for Y/N.

"You okay?"

"Yes." Elijah said walking to Y/N his hand falling to her waist gently taking her hand kissing it watching her flushed out of the corner of his eye.

"Go easy on her tonight, Elijah." Klaus teased smirking devilishly as Elijah chuckled helping his flushing wife in the car.

"I will."

Y/N felt nervous as she felt Elijah help her untie the boice of her dress while peppering her neck with kisses. Elijah heard her heart racing and he tilt her head back his hand slowly trailing down her thoat.

"We don't have to do anything."

"But my duty as wife is to please my husband." Y/N said softly pulling away from Elijah and he watched her take her dress off then layed on the bed in white lace. Elijah decided he was going to break his wife out of her father's ideologies.

"Alright then." Elijah said taking off his suit jacket and tie licking his lips as thought of ruining her made him growled. Y/N squealed when Elijah had pulled her to the edge and was between her legs.

"El....El....Elijah?"

"Don't worry, my dear." Elijah purred kissing her thigh just above her thigh high and began teasing the skin there pulling small whimpers from her. Y/N trembled feeling Elijah's mouth move higher kissing her lace covered mound making her snap her legs close.

"Now don't be shy, darling." Elijah said rubbing circles on her thighs spreading her thighs again.

"B...b...b..but." Y/N squeaked out as Elijah ripped her panties off and the sound she made Elijah growl against her as Y/N whimpered feeling heat pool in her lower abdomen as Elijah was making her feel things she hadn't before. Elijah groaned when Y/N cummed on his tongue and he continued to pull more sounds from her as she shook.

"Look at you, pretty baby." Elijah said seeing tears in her eyes and face flushed looking at him trembling feeling his hands moved taking off the white lace bra she had on. Y/N with shaking hands reaching up gripping his shirts he dipped his head to her neck placing soft kisses on skin.

"That's it little darling, go ahead and touch me." Elijah purred when he saw Y/N's small hands removed his shirt looking up at him with innocent eyes making Elijah try hard to not fuck her hard.

"We have all night my little darling."

Hayley walked into the compound a month after the wedding and a week earlier Elijah had returned from his honeymoon. Hayley noticed Elijah wasn't up yet which she found odd as the noble vampire was always up early.

"Elijah still in bed?"

"Yes, he and his wife had a long night." Klaus said smirking as Hayley huffed sitting down waiting for Elijah as Klaus knew why Hayley was upset.

Elijah woke groaning looking at his clock seeing it was 8am and rolled onto his side smiling seeing Y/N asleep on her abdomen. While at first Elijah was only planning on using Y/N, the vampire found hisself adoring his wife.

"Oh! Goodmorning....I'm sorry I should have gotten up more early to set out your clothes."

"It's fine my little darling." Elijah said moving closer kissing the bare skin of her back making her flushed. Since their wedding night, Y/N was confused by Elijah seemly placing her needs first and not forcing her to do things.

"But.....I'm.....your wife.....and I should."

"Shhhh, I already told you that you are perfect. My cute innocent little wife." Elijah said rolling Y/N over onto her back making her flush as her bare body was on display for him. Y/N was littered with love bites, her hips bruised, her lips still a little swollen as she looked up at him.

"But....Eli..." Y/N was cut off by Elijah kissing her deeply slipping his tongue into her mouth swallowing whatever moans she made. Elijah pulled away seeing her flushed trembling as Elijah leaning down kissing her neck.

"Such a sweet good wife."

"Eli.....I...we." Y/N tried speaking but Elijah turned her mind to mush as his hands moved up her legs. Elijah's mouth moved to her breast as Y/N bit her fist trembling feeling overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Let's get you cleaned up little darling." Elijah said softly pulling away from Y/N giving her one last kiss. Elijah drew a bath and picked Y/N up having her in his lap as warm water relaxed Y/N as Elijah began washing her. Elijah didn't know how it happened but he was slowly falling for Y/N and was going to do whatever he could to keep her safe.

"Humm that feels nice my darling." Elijah purred relaxing as Y/N washed Elijah's hair as he rubbed her back. Y/N's heart fluttered at how relaxed Elijah looked and afterwards he helped her dress.

"Elijah, hey." Hayley says getting up seeing Elijah walk down with Y/N seeing him having a possessive hand on the human's waist.

"Hayley, came to drop off Hope?"

"Yeah. So busy tonight?" Hayley asked when Y/N went to get them tea and Elijah sat down knowing why Hayley was asking.

"Yes, I have dinner with John." Elijah said smiling softly and for a moment Hayley thought Elijah was looking at her but saw Y/N walking in with a tray holding tea. Hayley frowned seeing Elijah being soft with the human woman treating like a wife. Hayley knew Elijah was in love with Y/N or at least falling for her.

"My brother has always been a sucker for a pretty face. A woman that needs him." Klaus tells Hayley with a smirk seeing that she was watching Elijah with his wife.

"Really?"

"Why else would he have fell for you? But this one is different."

"Are you saying Elijah never loved me?" Hayley growled tearing her eyes from Elijah and Y/N, looking at Klaus.

"He was blinded by the fact you were carrying my child, a woman in need of help." Klaus said making Hayley angry as she glared at Klaus.

"Elijah loved me."

"No, he loved the idea of playing father. I know my brother better than you do Hayley. Sure Elijah loved you at some point but it broke when you chose Jackson over him."

"I did that to protect our daughter."

"True but ask yourself did you really Jackson or Elijah? Which one did you lie to?" Klaus questioned leaving as Hayley snapped her head hearing Y/N laugh at as joke Elijah told her. Hayley swallowed thinking over Klaus's words hating that he might be right as she watched Elijah kiss Y/N's hand as both enjoyed one another's company.

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Sweater in the Snow|| Sbi angst.

>•||Chapter 8||•<

Gender Neutral! Reader

|| Please do not steal my work, I work hard in writing them so I appreciate you do not go around stealing my work and claim it as yours||

A/n: This is the longest chapter I have written so far but I have this small feeling that the chapters would be longer in future but if not, as usual each chapter is 1k words long.

Philza rocks the child in his arms as he gazes as the baby coos at him grabbing at anything that their little hands could grab on.

Philza was finally a Father, the thought of witnessing life growing and being nurtured had left a fuzzy warm feeling in him, like the warm embrace of the Mother.

Philza holds the child close and promises to protects them with all his might and let nothing bad happen to them.

The child would only play his hair and grab at his striped bucket hat, too young to understand what this moment meant.

This meant that Philza Minecraft had promised that he'd keep this child safe and sound to grow in a loving household and is cared for.

It's because He promised...

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Philza took the plates and went to the kitchen to wash them, as he washed he listened in to the children talking, Y/n was going on about something that happened when they were hanging out with the crows during their time out in the woods to Techno.

Techno listened in as he watches the child do gestures as they go on about their day, a small smile making it's way onto his face.

Techno or Technoblade was a child Philza had taken in and raised like he was his own, he was like a protegé, an apprentice but he was more than that, he was family.

Y/n was a child of Philza's, a little bit younger than Techno, they really made things different ever since they came into the world, they haven't grown in their wings yet so assuming they are human considering they are already 8, by now they would've already grown a pair of wings like Philza's but it was fine.

Them being happy and healthy was what's important.

Techno and Y/n also got along very well, Techno was a fan of Greek Mythology and Y/n loved to listen to Techno talk about it, they thought the stories were very fun and amazing (despite the gory stuff that happened) but overall they were like attached to the hip, Techno wasn't one to be very expressive with his emotions but he felt alright to display affection towards the child.

Everything was alright for the three of them and nothing could've been more better right now.

Philza had finished up washing and drying dishes when he made his way to the living room to see that Techno and Y/n were on the couch, Y/n playing with Techno's hair and Techno just sat still as he read his book.

Philza smiled at the sight, it just never seizes to tug at his heart, he'd do anything to protect these two, to keep this picture of them clear and in no harm.

Philza clapped his hands together and the two turned to him, 'It's time for bed time, Y/n, Techno, You guys can resume this in the morning it's getting late.' Y/n pouted as they looked at Philza, their (e/c) eyes shining.

Philza sighs and shakes his head, smiling he says 'Not this time my little angel.' 'Awwww' they looked down to their lap but get off the couch and walk over to Philza looking up at him with their arms extended, Philza picks them up and walk up the stairs to the direction of the child's bedroom.

Philza opens the door and places the child in their bed tucking them in, they yawn as they rub sleepily at their eyes, Philza makes a move to open Y/n's night light and gives them a kiss on the forehead, he runs a hand through their (h/c) hair he stands up and closes the lights and left the room.

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...n

...Y/n..

Y/N

Y/n wakes up with a start gasping as they look around, they grip their blankets closer to themself as another call of their name makes them sit up and get down their bed.

They pull on their sleeves as they follow the voice, it was dark inside the house but they didn't mind as they follow the familiar voice of their Father, they didn't bother to grab a coat or put on boots as they only sported their sweater and pajama bottoms.

They open the door and close it as they stand on their front porch searching for their Father, again they hear the voice and follow, they shiver at the cold contact of the snow beneath their feet but trudge forward to the direction of the voice, beyond the woods, they now start running to keep up.

They wrap their arms around themself trying to keep warm as they shout for their Father, 'DAD WHERE ARE WE GOING?' They furrow their brows but they didn't get a response.

Turning around they breath out air as they try to remember where they were, looking up they try to look for their Father's crows in hope that the crow could call their Father for them, they gasp as they see a familiar crow 'Chat! Chat! Please get Dad!' They flail their arms at the crow, it caws and flies up to the sky in the direction from where they came from.

They pant as they try to stay awake, given that they had woken up in the middle of the night, they shiver as they cup their hands together and try to warm it up, they try to look around again where they were supposed to go, they supposed to follow Chat but they got confused which direction they flew.

They decided to just start walking hoping that was the direction Chat had flee in.

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Phil groggily woke up as he grumbled rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he turns to the window of his room to see Chat hitting the window with their beak, when they notice that Philza was awake they flap their wings and Caw.

Phil mutters something under his breath and gets out of bed to open the window and bring the bird in, Chat settles on Phil's arm, 'What is Chat? It's the middle of the night..' Phil still sleepy rubs his eyes and listens in to what the bird has to say, They squak and caw at Phil telling him what he needed to hear.

Phil's breath hitched as Chat finishes, he rushes to get his clothes on and going over to Y/n's room to see that their in fact not their and go over to grab them a coat just in case and he goes over to Techno's room to wake him up.

Techno stirs in his sleep and looks to a disheveled looking Phil as he sits up to ask him what was going on but before he could even ask, Phil shoves a coat and his sword towards him, 'Put on your coat and boots, bring your sword in case, Y/n isn't in their room.' Phil says in a hurry as he ties up his hair, Techno's eyes widen but he complies.

Y/n was his family and he'd do anything to protect them, he didn't want to lose them, not now not ever.

He gears up and he hurries to tie the laces of his boots, he tried his hardest to ignore the voices when they clashed with each other demanding that Techno would bring them home safe.

He shakes his head and stands up when he finishes up tying his laces, grabbing his sword he trudges down stairs and goes outside and see Phil letting Chat fly up into the air, 'Chat will be flying back to where they found Y/n, if they can't find them there we'll look around the area they were last seen.' Phil says, Techno nods and Phil takes up into the air and they follow the Crow.

Please be okay...

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Y/n had settled against a tree because they were getting tired, they shivered as they hug themselves, failing to keep themselves warm, their vision began to become blurry as tears started forming in their eyes, 'I want Techno and Daddy back!' They cry as they call for Techno and their Dad.

Their fingertips and toes were starting to feel numb, they look down at their hands, their gands started reddening and it felt very prickly and numb, it standed out with their (s/c) skin, they sobbed and buried their head in their arms.

They just wanted their Daddy back...

Phil looked around the area trying to see if his child was around, he also tried looking for footprints but unfortunately more snow covered it up, 'Techno, You take that direction and I'll take this one, Chat you go look to that direction, Techno you know what to do when you find them and Chat come back to me when you find them.' Phil orders as the two gave a nod, Chat flies into the air and Techno goes into the opposite direction of Phil's.

Phil takes a deep breath and runs forward gripping onto the spare coat he brought with him, he wasn't ready to lose Y/n, he wanted to see them grow into a person they want to be, He has met many people and has been with them and has watched them die but he didn't think that he'd lose his child this way and so soon.

'Y/N!'

'Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?'

You started feeling sleepy, you look again to your hands and it started to become blackish, transforming from white to black fingertips.

They cringe at the sight, they started drifting but a call to their name makes them lift up their head, they look around but frown when they see no one.

They shouldn't have followed the voice, if they didn't they would've been still okay and asleep in their room, another sob is racked from their throat as they grip on their hair in frustration, 'Y/N!' They stop, They look up and another call of their name has them flinching 'SWEETHEART PLEASE! WHERE ARE YOU?' They start tearing up again as they try to stand up, 'Dad..' They tried shouting for their Father but their boice was so hoarse it was just like a mere whisper.

They stood up and steadied themself against the tree as they listen again for another call, 'Y/N!' another shout comes from in front of them, they try running but that had them falling back into the snow face first, they grunt but carefully try standing back up.

A caw from above is heard, they look up to see Chat, they smile and let out an airy chuckle with new found determination they stand up and walk slowly and call out again hoping they are heard, 'Dad!' They cringe at the pain but go through it calling out to Philza again 'DAD!' They shout sobbing as the pain was starting to become unbearable.

Philza gasps as he runs forward seeing the familiar figure of his child, 'Y/N!' He shouts, he starts picking up the pace as he sees Y/n more clearer, their once (s/c) was starting to get paler and their hands and feet had frostbite on them, they started feeling weak and started falling but before they could fall into the snow Philza catches them.

He started sobbing when he finally got them in his arms again, 'It's okay, I've got you.' He starts dressing them in the coat but he knows it won't do much since they were freezing cold, he carries them and he takes out his comm and messages Techno.

Techno hears the beep of his comm and went to grab it and saw that Phil messaged him, he opened it and he felt like he breathed easier when he saw that Phil had found Y/n.

Their okay...

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I’m back on my bullshit and we have GOT TO TALK about 13x08 The Scorpion and the Frog; which serves as a good example of why you should not ONLY watch spn episodes with Cas (partially because of that scene I shamefully blogged about earlier - no I will not link that cursed post here).  The episode title comes from a fable in which the villain is the scorpion.  Interpretations of this fable note its uniqueness lies in the concept that “the scorpion is irrationally self destructive and fully aware of it.”

To quote the scorpion, buddies -  “it’s in my nature.”

Anyway, this episode is subtextually predicated on exploring Dean Winchester’s nature and specifically - his bisexuality, and I’m not only saying that because it opens with Dean in his Bi Colors Plaid (that also he wore on his burger date with Cas).

Let’s get started, after the cut!

Season 13 on its face gives me absolute whiplash because it starts widow arc-reunion-TOMBSTONE and then Jack yeets himself off to Chuck knows where so Cas can go out Looking For Him Because Otherwise He Will Definitely Kiss Dean there is no other option for the writers at this point.  Sigh.  Here, have another shot of Dean anxiously cleaning his gun as he always does when Cas has Gone Off For Reasons -

Anyway, this feels like a filler episode at first, but as always they bury the ENTIRE damn world in it and I am here with my dossier to Unearth It.

Lets start with Bart (demon of terrible nicknames and microagressions) meeting the brothers at Smile Diner to talk about some spell or whatever. 

(I am not thinking about the Cherry Pie meta I AM NOT)

THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY to start with these lines immediately introducing the theme of duality, a thread throughout this episode.

BARTHAMUS

Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN

Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

***MORE DUALITY!  But as we know, Dean does not like Bart because He Is A Freakin’ Demon

DEAN

Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass.

UMMM excuse me Barting Bacting Boices?  What is that sexual gaze?  

Then we find out that Bart has 1/2 of the spell.  They need the other 1/2.  Oh, a spell with two parts, you say? [ I am going to scream :) ]

***Also, Dean eats the pie Bart ordered.  I cannot begin to explain to you the state of unwellness that I am in regarding how important this is. DEAN NEVER GETS TO EAT THE PIE, remember?  But in This Filler Episode, Dean eats the pie. While Sam looks at him with a very quizzical expression.  Pie -> what Dean wants but never actually gets -> Dean actively eating this pie.  Dean is coming to terms that maybe he can have what he wants.

***I am reminding you again that this is post widower-arc, post-reunion, and especially post-Tombstone.  Anyway-

Now we get to Smash and Grab.  Not literally even though I want to Commit Such Conduct at this point.  We are introduced to two one off characters named 

Smash (human/female presenting) -  can crack any safe built by man 

and Grab (demon/male presenting)-  expert in bypassing supernatural security.

Reaching or no, you can’t disagree that when spn introduces one off characters - it is almost always a Narrative Parallel or Mirror.

So we have a human and a demon (and Dean Winchester, a human who has been a demon)

who are experts in cracking open/bypassing something that has been secured and guarded (breaking down walls, if you will).  

They also use fake names identifying them as Tools to be Used ( Dean Winchester, the Michael Sword/daddys blunt little instrument)

BONUS:

Dean himself is literally used as a tool in this episode.

So yeah.  Smash and Grab are physical representations of Dean’s duality.  Human/Demon.  Femininity/Masculinity.  Dare we say something else, too?

Anyway, Dean is paired with Smash and Grab; Sam is off to idk negotiate weird artifact purchases lawboy style with Luther Shrike, a man who cannot die so long as he never leaves his house (I cannot even begin to unpack this shit; please just sit there and think about it.  I’m not even going there here.  I CANNOT DISCUSS Luther Shrike RN).

Speaking of things I cannot discuss without halgdhsag;lsa - Smash has very Specific boots (a look overall, really).

DEAN

Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back. SMASH

Shh.

***That’s right girl - do not take his shit; he actually LOVES them and is therefore Overcompensating for it with this little jab.

***Dean’s pop culture references and particular attention to the details here Should Not Be Overlooked.  90s! Winona! Ryder!

ANYWAY, then Dean and Smash bond over a caffeinated beverage -

[While Dean is doing a spell, Smash opens a can of drink, takes a mouthful and burps loudly. ] SMASH

Ahh. DEAN

You're weird.

***This scene makes me literally insane. (even aside from Dean living on something named NERVE DAMAGE as a KID.  They could have called it anything. You’re saying this wasn’t a Choice)  

She chugs a swallow of the drink and burps.  Something stereotypically associated with masculinity.  Not feminine.  Dean’s reaction is that she is “weird” - because she is not acting in a way stereotypically, J*hn Winchester brain-rot patriarchy bullshit-tily associated with Being Female.  But also, says the stupid show, they like the same soda.  They are The Same.  She shares the soda with Dean.  HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES -

Other similarities are addressed throughout the episode (they are working for demons because they have no choice; they don’t discuss feelings/emotions, they both sold their soul, they both This Thing - 

DEAN

You know, we could help you. SMASH

No, you can't. I gotta take care of me.

etc. etc.) Smash is absolutely dean-coded.

****Also it’s textually established that Smash thinks Dean is attractive -

GRAB

[looking at Smash] Oh. You said he was just a pretty face. SMASH 

Shh.

***But Grab flirts with him too.

DEAN

I will kill you. GRAB

I bet you say that to all the girls.

***sorry, Grab - you won’t get far with Dean, but only because as he mentioned in the beginning of this episode - 

Drowley rights.

Now Dean has to put his hand in the mouth of this stone lion thing and all of a sudden he is acting....very-not-like-Dean.

[Dean looks again and takes a deep breath.] DEAN

I… how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We'll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay. 

***Dean Winchester, who has been to Literal HELL, who has been torn apart by hellhounds, who has battled the devil and angels and God’s sister - all at the expense of his own life is now - afraid of spiders.  Well, technically he has always been afraid of spiders, but why isn’t ‘he being performative about it At This Time??

***Come to think of it, this sends me right back to how Jackles was playing Dean in 12x11 Regarding Dean THE episode dissecting Dean’s performative masculinity [one day I will clean up and post that analysis sitting in my drafts like a sad hamster]. That makes sense actually, because -> -> ->

that episode and this one are both written by Meredith Glynn.  Girl get in I want to torture you affectionately with a barrage of questions.

So here we have Dean and he’s not performing for Reasons, and he’s scared he’s genuinely scared of putting his hand in this stone lion-gargoyle-pig-creature’s mouth and then -

Smash gives him a push.

She gives him a push.  I cannot stop thinking about how she gives him a push.  A push to go do this thing that he is scared of; his fear being something he was hiding under his performative masculinity. Smash - dean coded dean mirror who does not perform femininity and is ‘weird’ -  she   gives   him   a     p u s h.

***linking here for the jackting joices that follow.

Now, let’s circle back to Smash’s story; why she is working for Bart in the first place -

SMASH

You think I wanna be here? Like I have a choice? SAM

You made a deal. SMASH

Wow! You think? SAM

You sold your soul. SMASH

And if I could take it back, I would. 

there is no reason for this picture here other than I needed you to see the jackting again

***How does the story end for Smash?

DEAN

Take care of you. [Dean glances down at the box, and then at Smash. She sees that Dean has put a lighter on top of the bones.]  BARTHAMUS

Alice, chop chop! 

[Bart indicates she should get his bones]. SMASH

Yeah. [She grabs the lighter and sets Bart's bones alight. Bart screams as he bursts into flames. ] 

***She accepts help and breaks free from the narrative, literally burning it down. The female presenting but not female-performing “weird” ooc representing a side of Dean breaks FREE because she makes a choice.  The lighter Dean drops? It’s a push.  And she goes with it.

Alice reclaims her story.

(Also, Grab gets ganked.  The male presenting ooc; the performative masculinity side; the demon; the darkness; the not-humanity - gets ganked).

Guess what Dean says to Alice when they say goodbye?

DEAN

Hey, Alice. Stay weird.

[I know the peace sign is probably just a Charlie throwback but I’d still like to say duality.  Two. ]

Dean’s not just talking to Alice.  He’s talking to himself; because the walls have been breached and for once Dean isn’t as scared of being different.  Maybe, just maybe, he’s going along with the push.  That’s exactly how the episode ends - with Dean feeling a little more hopeful, a little more at peace; a little more Considering he is capable of not only loving Cas but also not hating himself for it. 

[until the knowledge that Mary is still alive and the guilt of allowing himself ANY happy thoughts instead of looking for her miserably rears its ugly head in 13x09 and round and round we go but for NOW at least -> ]

DEAN

I'll drink to that.

(oh look Dean is just wearing his henley.  It’s almost as if a layer has been peeled back).

tagging @im-shaking-like-milk​ and @deanwasalwaysbi​ for letting me ramble on to them while writing this; and @lilac-void​ because you are always so kind about my stuff :)

[cowsaregreat]

More Feather pack!

Feather lost in the wind

Sonic didn’t like to dream, she often avoided sleep so she wouldn’t dream.  But sometimes, she was just to tired, and Alpha had pretty much ordered her to sleep.

Sonic had fell asleep instantly, and sunken into a dream.  She remembered ll her dreams, the nightmares. She didn’t dream anymore.

Sonic was a Cadet again, she hated being a cadet, they were being led by a Kaminoan, none of them knew where they were taking them.

Thankfully they stopped outside a classroom, one they had never been in before.  It had posters about nutrition all over the walls (not all over because they were in a very neat fashion, like everything on Kaminoan) and a skeleton in the corner.

The entered after the Kaminoan, and were told to take a seat.  Sonic looked to Alpha and Beta, to make sure they were going to listen.  Of course they were, what other choice did they have?

They took their seats as silently and quickly as possible.  Tumble accidentally knocked her chair back, it slammed against the ground.  She rushed to pick it up under the Kaminoans glare. If the Kaminoan wasn’t here she would have let out a string of curses, but not now.

They all faced the front, the Kaminoan stayed, which was odd, they never taught clones, that was up to the trainers.  Sonic was beginning to remember how this would play out.

The Kaminoan began, “cadets as you have been told you DNA…” the kaminoans boice droned as it continued, explaining human anatomy and the nervous system.  “Your DNA is different, you were modified for enhancements to better help the GAR be more effective, your DNA was merged with different animals to give you different abilities.”

Sonic glanced at Feather and Hawk, Feather hadn’t died yet, neither had Cutlass.  They looked back in confusion.

Despite their looks of disbelief and breaks of protocol (looking away from the board during the lecture ) the Kaminoan continued. “However this merge cause some unpleasant side effects in your DNA and in one of you has began to become a problem.” The kaminoan said.

Sonic’s eyes began to burn with tears, she looked at Feather, knowing how this would all play out.

Feather was decommissioned, they couldn’t believe it, she was just gone. Sonic didn’t feel like she was gone, it still felt like she would wake up and Feather would be snuggled next to her.  Like at meals Feather would shout something absurd and the mess hall would burst out laughing.  But Feather was gone, almost as if she had been lost in the wind.

Their training scores began to drop, they didn’t care as much.  They were all mourning feather.  But they didn’t know how to, no one told them what to do now.  They were expected to act as if Feather never existed.  It wasn’t fair! Feather was the heart of the group, her name was… her name.

“Alpha!” Sonic shouted across the barracks suddenly excited at her new idea.  “I think I know what to do.”

Alpha made the i-am-listening face. Raising his eyebrows.

“We should ask Ti Sehoa if we could name our pack after Feather.”

Alpha considered it for a long time.  “Ti Sehoa’s not happy with us right now.” He eventually sighed , “I don’t think he’d let us.”

“Come on.” Beta an Alpha waves thee hands in unison.

“Let’s ask.” The mood lifted as their excitement over the idea rushed in.  All of them got up to follow their Alpha and Beta.  Sonic hadn’t felt so excited in weeks.

They hurried down to Ti Sehoa’s office.  Alpha knocked. “Come in, Clone force 102.” The Kaminoans' voice was cold.

They entered, standing at attention infront of him.  They tried not to get the attention of any Kaminoan, ever.  But they had to in order to ask.

“What do you want?” To Sehoa closed his datapad.

“Ti Sehoa, sir.” Alpha started, “we were wondering if.”

“We could use Feather as our.” (Beta)

“Pack name.” Alpha finished.

“Most of the battalions and commando groups have name.” Beta explained quickly before the Kaminoan could say no.

Ti Sehoa was silent for a long time. “Under one condition, your training scores improve, past what they used to be.” He said coldley.

“Yes, sir.” A smile slipped into Alpha’s voice.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now I believe you have training to get to.” Ti Sehoa picked his datapad up, letting them see him input their new name under their squad designation.

Their scores did improve, and exceed everyone’s expectations, even their own.  They still felt the loss. But it was better now.

Sonic woke, it wasn’t a good dream, but it wasn’t a nightmare.  She smiled, looking at Tumble still curled up beside her, just as Feather had.  Sonic ran a comforting hand over her little sister's hair, smiling as she snuggled closer.

[the-flowercrown-prince]

Ranboo's stream 'CONFRONTATION. || DreamSMP' (30.01.2021) - A Comprehesive Recap + Transcipt

Hello. I guess this is just what I do these days, so here's everything you need to know from that lore stream! Let me know if I missed anything important. The recap is divided into sections for your convenience, and put under the cut since it's quite long. That being said, enjoy!

Detailed summary:

- He starts stream in the panic room

- He wants to visit Dream to tell him what he did

- On his way to the prison, he remarks of how he could get rid of Dream if he wanted to, but decides against it for the good of everyone

- Once Sam showes up and Ranboo goes through the portal leading to the prison, we can see that the nether on the other side looks different than what we've seen on Tommy's stream

- He insists on bringing his 3rd memory book into the prison, to which Sam eventually agrees

- On the way to the cell Sam is very reassuring towards Ranboo and makes sure that Ranboo knows everything that's happening, which contrasts with how he acted on Tommy's stream

- Once in Dream's cell, Ranboo turns around to face Dream, his cursor shaking

- Dream seems ecstatic that Ranboo visited him and insists that him and Ranboo are best friends

- Ranboo doesn't believe in what Dream is saying and thinks that Dream is manipulating him

- Dream says that Ranboo has been helping him and Ranboo concludes that Dream must've found out about the Dream voice

- Suddenly, Dream seems to switch attitude and starts referring to himself in 3rd person, similiar to how the Dream voice used to talk about Dream

- Dream says that Ranboo doesn't hear the voice anymore because he hasn't talked to Dream in a long time and he doesn't remember Dream's voice

- Dream shows Ranboo books that he's been writing. All of the books in the chest are named 'Do not read' and are a copy of Ranboo's 2nd memory book

- Ranboo starts panicking

- On the first page on his 3rd memory book appears to be a ':)' (the rest of the book is underneath)

- Dream insists that Ranboo needs to face the truth, that he helped Dream, that the 'Dream' he's speaking to right now isn't even Dream

- Ranboo still thinks that Dream is manipulating him

- 'Dream' says that he's Ranboo and reiterates he worked with Dream

- "I'm not even real"

- 'Dream' disappears'

- Ranboo panics as the screen starts swirling with the nausea effect, he frantically opens the chest and looks through one of the books

- Parts of the ceiling start falling, and we can see observers above the obsidian. Ranboo doesn't know what's happening

- The game shows a death screen after a death sound. It doesn't have a death message on it and the score, which should be 0, shows 206810. The death message in chat reads 'Ranboo hit the ground too hard'

- A smiley face appears on screen, without the crown this time

- Distorted Undertale music starts playing

- After a bit, the crown appears again, flashing and then disappearing again. It reads 'NOT FREE YET' in morse code

- Ranboo pops in again and says that "It's not over. It's only just a beginning. Oh well."

Memory book:

We see some of Ranboo's 3rd memory book on stream. We get to see 2 pages, and are aware that there's 4 pages in total, rest of which we haven't seen (I haven't watched all of the streams, so lmk if the rest was showed somewhere else). Here are the two known pages.

':)'

'I haven't heard the voice in a long time! I think i finally got rid of it! However, the blackouts seem to be a little more frequent which is odd. i don't think i do much in them which is alright.'

Transcription:

It starts at when Ranboo starts talking to Dream and ends when the Undertale music starts playing. I'm not a professional so there might be some mistakes. 'Dream' talks like this and Ranboo talks like this.

Begins 00:27:50

"Hello"

"*sigh* Hello"

"You've come to visit me!"

"Yeah. I know it's probably surprising seeing as how we've... barely talked if at all, I think."

"What?! It's not surprising!"

"Uh, I think-"

"Actually I'm surprised you didn't come sooner, actually!"

"Really? But- why m- I- Okay, well- Then you know why I'm here then?"

"But we're like- we're best friends, right?"

"I'm- We've barely- we've barely spoke, we're not best friends!"

"WHAT?! I have prob- I've probably talked to you more than I've talked to anybody on the entire server!"

"That- Okay, now you're just- I know what you're trying- You're trying to scare me! I'm not- I'm not gonna let you- I'm not gonna let you scar- I know you're just trying to scare me into thinking-!"

"What? How am I- how am I trying to scare you?"

"No, we haven't- We've barely interacted if at all, we're not-"

"Why are you acting different?"

"What do you mean, why am I acting different? I'm acting... how I normally act..."

"Ohhh..."

"What is- what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I'm glad you came to visit me!"

"Yeah. Yeah, I didn't- I don't know why you're glad... Cuz... I'm here to... tell you what you did-"

"Well I'm just- I'm glad to see you! I mean, you've been a good helping hand in everything!"

"No, you- okay, you must, you must know that I- you must know that I somehow hear your boice sometimes and that was just a complete lie the entire- You're trying to make me think that I did those things again, and I'm not gonna let you do that again."

"But you did do those things."

"No, I did none of these things! Because-"

"Well you did them after Dream told you to but you did do them."

"After- No, I- I didn't- no, there was, there was proof, I got- I got rid of the voice! I got... rid of the voice"

"You got rid of the voice because Dream got put in prison and you haven't been talking to him like you usually do, so it's harder for you to- it's harder for you to... y'know, imagine what he sounds like."

"Yeah-"

"Cause you stopped talking to him and you used to talk to him everyday-"

"Why are you referring to yourself in the third person, have you gone insane in prison?"

"... You're right, you're right, yes yes."

"Okay-"

"I mean, there's not really much to do here, I mainly write"

"Yeah, it doesn't- it doesn't really seem like it. You got, one clock the entire time."

"Yes, I do have a clock. I don't really like it though. But..."

"Oh, and you also got... water and everything..."

"Yeah. I have books, you wanna see what I've been writing?"

"Oh yeah, sure, sure. What have you been writing? What hav-"

"If you want you can look at- you can look at everything I've been writing. I've written, probably like, I don't know, a lot of books, so... 26 books. If you wanna look in my chest. But..."

"How do you- no, you must've been... you must've been...No, you must've been- must've been just- you must- No, you must've been just-"

"You need to face the truth."

"No, I am facing the truth! The truth is that you're a- you're a terrible person! And that you've- you've done so much to hurt everyone. Y'know I could-"

"No, the- the truth is that you helped me. And you've helped Dream."

"No, I-"

"I mean, I'm not even Dream! Right?"

"N-no- no, I got- I got- no, you-you have to be, I got rid of the- You know- you some- okay, no- You somehow know what I went through, in the panic room and everything, so you're just- you're doing this as a way to- try to make me think that I'm-"

"I know what I went through because I'm you!"

"No, you- no- nnnno! No! You- y- I don't know how you know what happened in the panic room, but you're- I know-"

"Look, you've been helping Dream! The only reason you haven't been talking to me, recently, is because... you just can't picture what he sounds like. You used to talk to him everyday! You used to help him!"

"No, I didn't I-"

"He would- he would tell you things to do, you were like his little... servant!"

"No, I-I couldn't- no, I couldn't be- I couldn't let myself do that. You know that I couldn't let myself do that. I couldn't work with the person that has... hurt so many people."

"Well you did! You did."

"No, I- "

"Many times."

"But- If it's- if it's so prominent, and if it's so much, as you're saying, then how come I don't remember any of it?"

"You do."

"... What do you mean I do? I- I- I don't, I don't remember-"

"You do, because I'm you."

"No, you just- you just have to-"

"I'm... I'm not even real."

"Wait... No, I got rid of him, I got rid of the- I got rid of the... I got- I got rid of the voice- I got, I got- No, nnnnnno! This has to be- No, there's no way, there's no way! I got rid of the voice! I got- I got rid of it! I got- I got-! What's going on?! I got- no, I got rid of the- I got rid of the voice, it has to have been- it has to have been-! No, it just... I got rid of the voice, I got... I got- I got rid of it... I got rid of the voice... Then how...? ...He's back."

Ends 00:34:06

[1-800-sunset]

Ghost Hawks Au inspired by the song Achilles Come down

Tw. Character death and Suicidal tendencies

Hawks thought that dying would be the end of his suffering that he would finally be free. That he would get some /rest/.

But of course that wasn't the case.

He knew Dabi was going to kill him, hell he even expected it. After what he did to Twice, Hawks knew he wasn't going to get let off that easy. When he was finally discharged and allowed to go home wingless, Dabi managed to sneak in. He set the apartment on fire while Hawks was in a pain killer induced sleep. Hawks woke up too late to save himself.

Well that is what he kept telling himself.

Hawks expecting the cold nothingness of death not being dragged around by Dabi by some kind of invisible rope. No one seemed to notice him not even the raven haired man. When Hawks managed to get good look at himself he looked fine, there was no damage and his wings were fully recovered. Hawks couldn't interact with anything he would just go through it. He had no physical body but was still here. However one downside was that apparantly death decided that in his after life would wearing his hero suit. Just his luck, even in death he was forever just a tool. Not even death he was free; Hawks couldn't stray too far from Dabi before being dragged.

If the blond was honest Dabi didn't look the same, he was more angry and tired than he last remembered he was like. To be fair Dabi had drastically changed since they were kids.

When he was still Touya and Hawks was still Keigo. Playing and sneaking out to their secret meeting spot which was just the park. They were bestfriends, until well Touya supposedly died only for him to reappear as Dabi years later. Where ever Touya went, Keigo followed. If Touya jumped so did Keigo. There was no Keigo with out Touya. Maybe there was a piece of Keigo that died with Touya. But now look at him actually dead and being forced to follow his ex bestfriend and lover.

Hawks knew that sleeping with the enemy was a bed idea but Dabi just made him feel something after so many years of fake emotions. The sex was easy but feelings soon surfaced too. He let his guard down and let himself fall for the villain. Just another perfect addition to the crap show that was his life. Not that it did him any good considering he is dead.

While being forced to walk around with Dabi he caught glimpses of News reports broadcasting his death like no tomorrow. The blonde couldn't help but remember that it was exactly how Best Jeanist was used by the media. If he had a stomach it probably feel sick.

The raven haired man would go from bar to bar just drinking and drinking. All Hawks could do was watch. It shouldn't hurt to see him like this but it does.

Dabi stopped with his bar hopping and entered a skyscraper. He walked up up flights upon flights of stairs with a single bottle of beer in his hand. He wordlessly reached the roof and only looked up at the sky. Close, he was too close to the ledge. Hawks tried to pull him back but grasped at nothing. Fingers just passing through Dabi's arm.

It looked like he was going to jump. Hawks didn't know what to do! He couldn't touch him and he couldn't see him. He pleaded out loud to himself hoping that some kind of divine intervention would appear.

"Dabi come down, won't you? Come on get up off the roof! You're scaring us, some of us love you!"

While Hawks loved Dabi, he wasn't the only one who mourned Touya. He knew that if Dabi didn't love him back he certainly loved the siblings he left behind.

"You are crazy! Come on! You know that you can change please!"

Dabi could be redeemed, Hawks knew he could because no matter how hard Dabi tried to kill that part of him, Touya still lived. Touya was always a survivor.

"Come on Dabi! Just humor me, okay?"

With that Dabi stepped down from the ledge, took a swig of his beer before walking down the stairs. It was almost as if Dabi heard him. This soon became the routine. Dabi would get shitfaced, and play around with the idea of jumping and Hawks would plead for Dabi to stop. Dabi confirmed his suspicions that he could hear him but only like a voice in his head. It was as if Hawks became his voice of reason. Hawks knew that there was another boice in Dabi's head one that was angry with the world and Endeavour; one that could only bring destruction. Today Dabi exceptionally on edge.

"How is the most dangerous thing is to love?" Dabi mused bitterly out loud.

"Dabi put down the bottle, come down from there."

"I loved him, there was no me without him, that was our promise. But look at what I did. I killed him."

Wait did Hawks hear Dabi correctly? Did Dabi just say that he loved him? That couldn't be right.

"Dabi don't listen to your thoughts you're drunk and spitting nonsense."

Hawks could see the conflict in Dabi's blue eyes, he could see the other voice yelling and screaming at him to just jump off the roof, that he was nothing more than a rat, a killer.

"You dense motherfucker, come on please get down from there! You are so much more than what you think you are!"

"I miss you so much Keigo. So much it feels like you are always in my head telling me what to do. Always so demanding, god I'm going crazy huh."

Hawks wanted to roll his eyes at Dabi because he was talking to himself but it wouldn't be appropriate to tell Dabi he was right.

"He loved you too, dumbass."

A deep bitter chuckle escaped mix matched lips. If Dabi could cry he probably would right now. All he could feel was the burn in his eyes. He stepped down one last time.

The next day he was ambushed him on that same roof by some pro heroes that included Endeavour and Shoto. He pushed himself way past his limits. He brought down his father with him. With his last breath he told Shoto he was not beyond repair, to make things better and keep people safe. Hawks had to see everything and was in pure agony not knowing what to do. Shoto was by Dabi's side as his life faded away. Hawks was next to Shoto and he forgot that he couldn't touch things reached out to cradle Dabi's face. But his finger didn't go through Dabi's face; he could touch him!

Blue eyes slowly opened up and looked up at him.

"K-keigo?"

If Hawks could cry he would, a sigh of disbelief escaped.

"Hey there, hot stuff"

With shaking arms Dabi's spirit reached out of his body to grab Hawks' face. Thumbs brushed on cheeks. Dabi pulled down Hawks and their lips crashed together in a way that could only described as needy and desperate. Desperate to feel and believe that this was real. Dabi then pulled away, to see that he was still lying in his body and watched how Shoto was sobbing his eyes out while his green haired friend rubbed his back and hugged him.

"Are we-?"

Before Dabi could finish that sentence Hawks cut him off.

"Yes. Yes we are. Come on let's get off this roof. You need time to process this and when you are better we can protect them from here."

The raven haired man nodded his head taking in the information before letting Hawks bringing him to his feet and stepped out of his body.

They were going to protect his family in the after life together. He was going to spend his afterlife with the man that he loved. They were going to be fine.

[megglepie]

I had meant to say this before, but I know you'll do amazing if you do decide to go into radio! Your stream was super chill the other night and you're just pleasant to listen to, if that makes sense?

yay! im glad you thought so! i actually dont like my boice very much at all i wish it ws deper but i dont wanna go on t or anything bc i already have a lot of body hair but im gld you liked the stream! i was kinda nervous but it was exciting and rly fun! !!! i love you so much uppertwist you’re so sweet!!! but yeah! i wanna go into radio i think bc it’s smth i rly enjoyed in my undergrad ahaha it’s such a niche thing too? no one listens to radio like they used to bc of spotify n stuff n radio barely makes money so it rly only exists anymore bc of spite and passion especially in small towns like where i interned! i interned in taos nm, at the lmnoc station and it was so awesome bc i got to see different formats and the sales department and traffic and management all at once bc it’s so smalla and if you guys wanna they have apps anf online streaming for their stagions and you should totally check em out! my fave ia their rock station hoeted by ‘bobby jalapeño’ he’s a rly nice old guy and their spanish staion is also roy fun it’s hosted by a guy called ‘chicharron’ and he also does volunteer firefighting! and their top 40 station is hosted by an old white geezer who totally lowkey is a sexual harasser but what do you expect form old white men yanno!” anyway yeah i think it’d be fun just to be in that kinda environment again i rly enjoyed ittt my favorite radio station to just listen to tho is kexp which is a seattle station they play exactly what you’d expect from a seattle station, chill af music with chill af djs also in the dallas area,,, the classical is good. i met the lady host once and i have her card but idr her name im so sorry pretty lady but i like the music, classical is so pretty and also in the dfw area jack fm is so funny bc they’re jockless right but they have a va do their transitions n shit and omg the other day they played some call in the guy was like “my dad is schizophrenic but hes good people” and they immediately started playina piano man ahdhheisjksjdhsjs like wtf it’s like a video game station is cracks me upppp hahahaha

[shortythescreen]

A Champion’s Blessing.

Warning(s): Transman reader, so the use of he/him pronouns when appropriate is present! Words used to describe parts in narration and by characters differs. In narration cunt/pussy/clit are used, but in dialogue cock/dick is used! Sex in public, AFAB Bloodhound!! Brieefff mentions of alcohol usage but nothing crazy. 

Pairing(s): Bloodhound/transman reader. 

Author’s Note(s): Another commission for anonymous! Purposefully went with their headcanon of Bloodhound, hence the reason it differs from my usual description! Also went with the he/him pronouns when needed for commissioner’s request! Always a pleasure working with you, darlin’. 

You and Hound don’t usually do the whole friend outing thing.

Not that either of you don’t have them. The Legends welcome you both with open arms. Elliott is always inviting you two to his bar for happy hour, Ajay is always offering to check out some new restaurants nearby with the two of you. You’ve even had Wraith invite you to go camping with her. Your friends are never too far away, always trying to include you both – as a couple, and as individuals. It’s just rare that you join them.

Hound likes their solitude, needs breaks even from you somedays. So usually, you decide together if you have the social battery it takes to be around more than each other, then tell your fellow Legends whether you will be joining them.

This holds true one night when you’re in Hound’s cottage. Normally, you two spend your time in your apartment, which has the luxuries of AC and television. Tonight, they asked you to join them and watch the stars and before you knew it, it was too dark for you to travel safely back to Solace City. You lay in bed, staring at the group text you’ve been added to, the starter message that you’re sure is about to start a shitstorm in your phone.

“legends drink free tomorrow after the game!” Reads the text, accompanied by a bunch of nonsensical emojis – including a ghost. It’s typical Elliott, and you already see some affirmations cropping up in the chat.

“Hey Hound?” You call, turning your head but keeping your eyes on the phone. Your gaze flickers away and instantly, your eyes flit over Hound, over their muscular shoulders, over the towel wrapped around them from the chest down.

“Yes elskan?” They ask, their red curls dripping wet. You bite your lower lip and they smirk at your distraction. “Yes, elskan?”

“Elliott’s inviting everyone to the bar tomorrow for drinks,” you say, forcing your eyes back up towards theirs. They lean their shoulder against the wall, tilting their head. “You wanna go?”

“Do you?” Bloodhound asks and you stick your lower lip out, thinking. You know Hound will be tired after the game – but drinks with the others sounds good, especially since it’s all going to be on the Paradise Lounge…

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you say and Hound hums, pushing themselves off the wall to approach you. They reach down, sliding their fingers through your hair, smiling softly when you push your head into the curve of their palm.

“Then we will go. If I change my mind, I will tell you,” they say, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Now, I am going to change. Unless, of course, you would like me not to.”

“Hm…. Wouldn’t I?” You say and they smirk, one of their knees sinking into the mattress beneath you. You wait, watching them crawl over you, their eyes flickering over your face, plump lips parting. Their canines are sharp, threatening, and your thighs clench together.

Bloodhound leans down as though to kiss you, but instead their head tilts and they find your throat, warm air puffing over your quickening pulse. Their teeth rake over the fragile skin and the hair on your arms stand up, warmth clenching your abdomen. Their towel falls open and the press of their breasts against your chest makes you shudder, part your legs. Their lips wrap around where their teeth just were, sucking hard on your throat. You bite your lower lip, arching your neck up.

You want it. Want them. Want them to go down on you, devour your cunt then force you to taste yourself on their tongue before they take their own pleasure, make you their fuck toy with the cock you two switch off on using.

But…

“After the match tomorrow.”

“Hm?”

Instantly, Bloodhound lifts their head. Already, their eyes are swallowed by their pupils, staring at you with desire that makes you second guess yourself. How can you tell them no when they look at you like that?

Still, Hound always makes it worth the wait.  

“Win the game tomorrow,” you say, resting a hand on the nape of their neck, scratching your nails delicately over the little hairs. “Then I’ll give you a champion’s reward.”

Hound stares down at you. They’re unnervingly silent, letting your offer hang in the room. You begin to squirm beneath them, fingers of your other hand opening and closing on the thick furs that Bloodhound uses for blankets, your toes curling as you wait with bated breath.

“Okay.” They say and the air whooshes out of you.

“Okay?”

“Okay, elskan,” they murmur, “but I must ask… Am I allowed to have you how I prefer, should I win?”

“However you want, babe,” you tell them, reaching up to stroke their cheek with your thumb, smiling. “I’ll safe word out if it’s too much. Promise.”

“Then I will win tomorrow,” they murmur, turning their head to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. “So, I may takka my reward.”

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The next day’s match comes and goes. You’re not actually a competitor in the game – you just help lay out the gear days before, making sure that items that will be the hot zone are placed in the correct location, that areas that are typically considered high-tier loot are properly stocked. Still, Elliott often makes you apart of whatever tabs he makes for his fellow Legends – whether it’s because he’s afraid of Hound or likes you, you can’t say.

Wraith, Bloodhound, and Revenant are announced the winners. Revenant doesn’t join you at the Paradise Lounge, of course, but when you enter, you do spot Pathfinder, already in a booth, roped off by red velvet. You stop on your way over at the bar, ordering a round of drinks for the table, and the chick tending it today nods, telling you it’ll be over as soon as possible.

“Hi friend!” He waves and you smile back.

“Hey Path. Where is everyone?”

“Oh, they should be arriving shortly! Unfortunately, most of them needed to ‘wash their asses’, to quote Ajay!”

You throw your head back, laughing as you climb into the booth. Pathfinder chatters to you about the game – how excited he was to be working with Elliott and how if Wraith had been on their squad, they surely wouldn’t have landed a measly third place. You nod, listening closely, your cheek in your palm.

The Legends file in, Anita accompanied by a chattering Ajay and Octavio. You greet them warmly. Shortly after, Bloodhound enters with Wraith, both listening intently to whatever story that Natalie is telling them. They’ve dressed down tonight, wearing a cloth mask that covers their nose and lips, though their goggles have stayed in place, obscuring their eyes. The long sleeved, red shirt that hugs their muscular torso makes your thighs clench together and you’re almost positive when you look at their crotch you can see what looks like a bulge.

Your eyes shoot up to theirs, trying impossibly to decipher their expression. A packer? Or a strap? When did they even have time to put one on? Probably when they changed, your brain helpfully provides, which really isn’t all that helpful at all because thinking of them changing and making sure to put something like that on makes you wonder what they have planned for you.

They slide into the booth next to you and they incline their head. “Elskan.”

“Hound,” you say through a cracking boice. You clear your throat, trying to remind yourself of where you are. “Congratulations on the win today.”

“I am humbled to have honored the gods,” they say.

“You sure honored them when you PUT A BULLET THROUGH MY HELMET!” Octavio crows, making Ajay shake her head and Natalie laugh. It isn’t long until everyone that would join does and your little booth is packed with raucous legends, eagerly discussing the game of the day.

You’re quiet, watching Bloodhound’s profile. Their hair is plaited away from their face, neat and smooth and lovely looking, and you still can’t see their face. You bite your lower lip, waiting until another roar of laughter comes up to creep your fingers inside of their thigh.

Their head tilts but other than that, they do nothing. You lick your lips, fingers curving further inwards, smoothing over their cargo pants. Your fingertips hit something silicone, rubbery – and when you move them a little further up, your palm brushes the telltale ridge that makes you realize that Hound is wearing a strap-on.

Your throat bobs and you try to look at them again, decipher what’s going on in their head. They lean into you, their cheek resting on top of your head.

You drag your fingers down, blunt fingernails digging into their thigh. Bloodhound’s arm twitches against yours but other than that they don’t flinch and you watch the Legends interacting in front of you, oblivious as you slide your hand back up to cup their strap through their pants.

Suddenly, they begin speaking in their native tongue.

You vaguely understand the Icelandic Bloodhound grew up with. They use it enough around you for understand some key components, to know some verbs and nouns. You’re the only one at the table that would aside from Pathfinder, though, and the cheerful MRVN is currently declining Elliott’s challenge for an arm wrestling match.

“Follow me… Wait…” They say and that’s. That’s sort of all the understanding you need, especially when they finally turn their head to look at you and even through their goggles, you can sense the heat in their gaze. The reminder of what you promised them. How ever they wanted.

You nod subtly and they turn to Wraith, quietly asking if they can be let out. Wraith cocks a brow, purses her lips, but scoots out obediently, and you watch them go, making their way towards the restrooms.

You wait to follow them, as you’re almost certain they instructed you. You watch Elliott and Pathfinder set up, Elliott leaning over the edge of the table to meet a sitting Path. He’s grinning, gloating about his soon to be win and you shake your head.

“I can’t watch,” you say, “I’m going to the restroom.”

Wraith glances your way but scooches out, obediently letting you free. You don’t meet her gaze, let her plop back down as you try to make it look like you’re not rushing to the restrooms.

The second you open the suspiciously unlocked door of the gender neutral restroom between the men and women’s rooms, you’re snatched inside, pinned by your shoulders against the door.

A little ‘oof’ leaves you and you look up with big eyes at your partner, suspiciously maskless, their goggles pushed on top of their head so you can see their lovely eyes, the cobweb scars that line their face.

“I emerged victorious from the games today,” they murmur, their lips finding your cheek, then your jaw, and they quickly begin moving down the side of your throat. Your lips part to answer but they bite you instead, making your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. “I was promised a champion’s blessing.”

“N-Now?” You stammer and they growl, hands flying down to the backs of your thighs, lifting them up, up, until your legs are swept of the ground and hook around their waist. You whine, grasping at their strong shoulders as they grind against you. They must be rattling the door. They must be.

“Is that not what you promised me, Elskan?” They growl out and the insistent friction of their hips against yours makes your head spin, makes you scrabble around their shoulders. They turn away swiftly, marching towards the sink. You squeak, clinging to them, only for them to set you down with a thump against the countertop. “That I may have you anyway I please?”

You nod, helpless, heart pounding in exhilaration. Hound’s plush lips find yours in a mess of teeth, of tongue, and you moan against their lips. They run their hands over your flat chest, pausing to thumb at your nipples. They continue their descent over your stomach, one slipping around to grab at the globe of your ass as the other presses up against your interested cunt through your jeans.

“Hou-” You start to whine and they hum, working the heel of their palm in little circles against you. You don’t know how they know your body so well, can identify your clit even through your clothes, but your head falls back against the mirror with a muted noise. Heat spreads through you slowly, like it means to consume you bit by bit. “Fuck, Hound.”

“Is this what you wanted when you were touching me beneath the table, baby boy?” They murmur and the intensity of their eyes makes you close yours, unnerved, aroused. The hand on your ass swiftly finds your chin and they force your face towards them. “Look at me. Answer me.”

They suddenly move away from your trembling clit and your nose pinches with the loss, with the ache. Your eyes open and you stare into their gaze as their hand finds the button of your jeans, deftly undoing it.

“No,” you whisper, “no, just-just wanted to see if you had your cock with you.”

“Why’s that, Elskan?” They murmur and suddenly both of their hands on your hips, yanking your jeans down your thighs. You gasp, boxer briefs clinging to your cunt, sticky, wet, ready for far more than what they were doing to you. “Is that what you wanted? Wanted me to come in here, fuck you until you couldn’t stand? Until your pretty cock was trembling and red?”

“Fuck,” you whine out, watching Hound work down their own pants, pushing them down just enough to reveal one of their favorite toys – the coke bottle sized cock, thick enough for you to feel the stretch, to make you cum with a few well timed thrusts. “Please, Hound, please-”

“Please? Please?” They huff out, half amused and before you can blink you’re being flipped onto your stomach, your ass risen into the air, and they hook two fingers underneath the waistband of your briefs to yank them down your thighs. A sticky trail follows them and you shiver at the cool air that touches you. “You are here to please me, sweet boy.”

Their gloved hand finds your ass, parting it, and their other hand finds the slick hole just beneath, their faux leather glove sliding over it, gathering up the juice leaking out. You bite your lower lip hard and Hound chuckles, stroking their cock with your slick.

Holding your ass apart, they push their strap up, against the lips of your cunt. You bite your lower lip, thighs tensing, and you try to tip toe, to get them to push in.

“Look at you,” purrs Bloodhound, and the blunt tip of the toy breaches your shivering cunt. Your head falls and you squeeze your eyes shut, forehead pressing against the countertop. “Look at how you open up for me…”

As if to emphasize this, to make you realize just how well your cunt parts for them, they suddenly push their too-thick cock into your dripping pussy. You gasp, the noise rattling out of your chest and into the counter. They give you no reprieve, beginning to shove themselves into you over and over again, stimulating your sensitive walls.

“The noises you make will drive me mad,” they say and the hand that had been gripping your ass finds your hair. They pull your head upright, using their grip as leverage to fuck you harder, their hips smacking your ass with every harsh thrust into your cunt. “Keep it down, baby boy, unless you would like to be caught.”

Their other hand loops around, finding your clit and pinching it tight, making you whine, your left leg trembling as your hips dig into the countertop. “Unless… that is what you want.”

They hum, merciless in their assault, toying with your clit, rubbing hard circles around it that make your hips judder beneath theirs, only held in place by the merciless way they fuck you. “Is that it, Elskan? Why you grabbed me beneath the table, made me wait to have you, earn your cock? You want them to hear you, don’t you? You dirty boy.”

Your eyes roll back, and you swear to god you’re drooling as they hammer home, making your cunt tremble, your wetness gush around them, trying to ease their way. They lean over your, their back pressed against your chest and now they just barely lift their hips away from yours, cock angling downwards, making you moan out.

“Go-o-od, Hound!”

“Listen to you. Do you think they hear you? Do you think they will know what a dirty little slut you are for me? How you would whore yourself out for me, all because I have proven my skill in the arena?” They murmur in your ear, sharp canines finding the shell and god, yes, that’s it. The little thrusts inside you, grinding downwards, the insistent back and forth of your clit between their index finger and middle. You grit your teeth, so close, so close you can taste it.

“Cum for me, elskan. Cum, so I can watch you sit in it when we are back with our friends, watch you think about how filthy you were for me,” they whisper, and that’s all it takes for you to gush onto the toy, your cunt tightening, clit throbbing between their fingers. They sigh, sucking hard at the spot beneath your ear and god, that’s the second hickey they’ve given you.

They hum as you cum down from your high, panting, flushed with pleasure, with aftershocks. They kiss your cheek, chuckling lowly.

“Do not think I am done with you yet, darling."

[awideplace]

There beats a heart in heaven that always loves us, a tongue that always pleads for us; an arm that always fights for us. - Charles Spurgeon

The world's theology is easy to define. It is the view that human beings are basically good, that no one is really lost, that belief in Jesus Christ is not necessary for salvation. - James Montgomery Boice

In general, He guides and directs His people, affording them, in answer to prayer, the light of His Holy Spirit, which enables them to understand and to love the Scriptures. - John Newton

Biblical love is not chemistry. It's not impulse. It's not emotion. It's self-sacrifice. And when you love like that, and I love like that, the church will be Christlike. And the world will know that we belong to God. - John MacArthur

I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water; and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, “What! All this and Christ too?!" - Charles Spurgeon

You are the only Bible some unbelievers will ever read, and your life is under scrutiny every day. What do others learn from you? Do they see an accurate picture of your God? - John MacArthur

I love the church. It is the body of Christ. It nurtures my soul and aids in my sanctification. But the church cannot redeem me. Christ and Christ alone can save me. The sacraments are precious to me. They edify and strengthen me, but they cannot justify me. - R.C. Sproul

God uses chronic pain and weakness, along with other afflictions, as his chisel for sculpting our lives. Felt weakness deepens dependence on Christ for strength each day. The weaker we feel, the harder we lean. And the harder we lean, the stronger we grow spiritually, even while our bodies waste away. To live with your ‘thorn’ uncomplainingly — that is, sweet, patient, and free in heart to love and help others, even though every day you feel weak — is true sanctification. It is true healing for the spirit. It is a supreme victory of grace. - J.I. Packer

Christians can never sin cheaply; they pay a heavy price for iniquity. Transgression destroys peace of mind, obscures fellowship with Jesus, hinders prayer, brings darkness over the soul; therefore be not the serf and bondman of sin. - Charles Spurgeon

Because ours is such a free and prosperous society, it is easier for Christians to feel secure by presuming on instead of depending on God's grace. Too many believers become satisfied with physical blessings and have little desire for spiritual blessings. - John MacArthur

If you want to follow Jesus because he will give you a better life, that's idolatry. Follow Christ for the sake of Christ. He is worthy. - Paul Washer

Total depravity does not mean that the expression of sinful human nature is always lived out to the fullest. It does not mean that unbelievers are incapable of acts of kindness, benevolence, goodwill or human altruism. It certainly does not mean that non-Christians cannot appreciate goodness, beauty, honesty, decency, or excellence. Total depravity does mean that none of this has any merit with Christ. - John MacArthur

As Christ died for sin, so we should die to sin. - Matthew Henry

You become what you listen to. You become what you think, You become what’s in your mind. If your mind is filled with the Word of God, then you will start becoming what it says. It will wash you. “Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the Word.” - Ephesians 5:25,26 - Albert Finch

[hogwartshouses2020]

The Slytherin Misfit

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N : I’m bad at discribing things, so feel free to use your own imagination for details, clothing and room appearances. Also please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, this is my first time trying to write something.

You entered your new quarters. They had a kitchen, living room, four bedrooms and two bathrooms. They were all bedecked in neutral cream and light violet. There was a note on the kitchen table telling you that you can choose what your bedroom looked like and that it will adjust itself based on how you imagine it. There was also a pot by the door that it said you could put your wands in and which would only let you take them out again. It suggested that you use this pot to avoid losing your wand. After inspecting your new living quarters in silence, you all headed back to the living room.

The living room was furnished quite tastefully with a sofa and two arm chairs, a TV (Since you could not use magic on this floor, there was no interference) a lush ornate carpet and a fire place over which hung a lovely painting of a cottage in the forest. This time Remus broke the silence.

“Since we’ll be having our meals here and there’s a kitchen, I assume we’ll have to cook for ourselves?” Remus inquired.

“Probably, by the way, who can cook?” Emilia asked

“I can.” Replied Caterina and Remus at the same time as James said “I can’t”

Remus and James looked at her with surprise. “How do you know how to cook?” James asked with suspicion.

Caterina only rolled her eyes. “I actually like having a variety of skills, and I also like cooking.”

James only looked more surprised at her statement. “You like cooking? I thought you slytherins we’re above that kind of muggle thing.” He states in a very matter of fact and slightly incredulous voice.

“Okay. Let’s be this straight right now.” Emilia started, standing up from her stop on the couch and practically shooting steam out of her ears. Caterina tried to pull her back down, but to no avail. She continued, ‘We slytherins’ are still students and human beings like you. We are not evil cold hearted monsters. Neither is your sister. We have feelings and emotions just like the rest of you. Even if we don’t wear our hearts on our sleeves, we still have them. Do you even realize what you’re saying?! Do realize how prejudiced you are? Did you know how many times you made Caterina cry her first year? If anyone’s going to be labeled a cold hearted monster, I’m afraid it’s you and Sirius, James. You were her brother, and you hated and turned your back on her the minute she started wearing a sliver of green on her robes. Do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds? That’s like being prejudiced and hating someone because they like grapes, or because they have blue eyes! It’s completely unfounded and stupid! For the rest of this class, you WILL be civil and you WILL at least pretend not to be prejudiced, or so help me, I will drag you into the forbidden forest, hex you within an inch of your life then leave you there for the creatures to decide what to do with you. Got it?” And with this, she glared at him so intently and ferociously that he could nothing else except stumble out a “y-yes”

She sat back down, satisfied, whilst James seemed to be shocked into silence, Caterina was staring awkwardly around the room, desperately trying to find a topic to lighten the mood, and Remus was staring at Emilia, lost in thought. James broke the silence this time.

“Did-did I really make you cry?”

When Caterina just looked at the floor, Emilia answered for her. “Yes, you did Potter. Numerous times. Everything time you dismissed her and gave her the cold shoulder when she tried to talk to you. Didn’t you notice how unhappy she was in first year?” She said this with a little more warmth but that warmth disappeared with that last sentence and got replaced with a cold hard edge instead.

Silence. Then “Well, I suppose I’ll cook dinner. Caterina? Want to join me?” She nodded and followe him. She was also most completely lost in thought about the day that everything changed.

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Six years ago

Caterina was with her twin on platform 9 3/4 for their first year at hogwarts. Their parent were also there and they had gotten them each an owl as a gift. She had picked a medium sized white owl and named it Marcie where her brother had picked a large brown owl and named it Hercules. They were both very excited for their first year at hogwarts, their parents had told them so much about hogwarts and it sounded aboolutely wonderful!

“But dad, what if no one likes me? What if they all hate me? What if-” James was worriedly asking, his father, Fleamont Potter. His father cut him off, reassuring him “Everything will be fine, son, you’ll be popular and have friends, I’m sure of it.”

“But what if I’m not a griffindor?”

“It’ll be alright if you’re not” he replied, “But you will be. All the potters have been grififndors for generations, you won’t be the exception, anyways, you’re so brave and courageous, you’re one of the most griffindor person I know!”

James smiles at this, and hugged him. “Thanks dad.”

“Now be sure to write to us every day, alright son?”

“I will!” He replied cheerfully then skipped off the where Caterina was saying her goodbyes to their mother and promising the same thing and grabbed her bye the hand. “Let’s go, Cat!”

Being dragged away, she waved goodbye to her parents, grabbed her trunk and disappeared into the crowd with her brother, yelling “ I told you not to call me that! It sounds like I’m your cat!”

His reply was muffled by the bustle of people hurrying to get on the train,but it sounded a lot like “But you are my Cat!”

They got on the train and waved goodbye to their parents as it departed. Then they set off to find a compartment. She had lost James by now as he’d rushed into a different compartment to wave goodbye to their parents and was now happily chatting with the boys in there. She doubted he wanted her butting in, so she sat down in her empty compartment and stared at the scenery going by outside the window. She had only been there for five minutes before a girl opened her apartment door and asked “Could I sit here?” The girl had dark brown hair swept into a ponytail and light, honey colored eyes.

Caterina nodded and she sat, saying “So, I’m Jane, who are you?”

“Caterina.” She replied with a slightly watered down smile. This was the first time she’d ever be away from her parents for months. Her companion carried on cheerfully. “Which house do you want to be sorted into? I think I’d like Ravenclaw, I like blue. I don’t want red though, imagine waking up every day to see blood red above you! I think that I’d panick that someone did every time I looked up. I wouldn’t mind green or yellow either, but red and gold is so bright, it’s like the want them to go blind. What about you? What color would you want?” She inquired curiously.

“ Well, I don’t know if I’ll have much of a choice, all the potters have been in griffindor. Although it does sound rather tiring. I heard that the griffidnor common room is always noisy and loud and full of fun. I think I’d rather have a not fun, but calm and quiet and peaceful common room for relaxing and doing my homework. I think slytherin or Ravenclaw might be best, I heard that hufflepuffs are really friendly and nice, but I think that I would get slightly tired of that much social interaction after a while. Although, like I said, I doubt I have a choice.”

Jane nodded. “I think they should just get rid of the houses altogether. I get that before it was becuase there were four founders and they each took an equal amount of students, but now it’s just the cause of rivalry and prejudice.”

“What preju—” She was cut off by the sound of the compartment door opening again.

“Hi, could I sit here?” The new girl with straight golden blonde hair half way down her back and dancing blue green eyes asked.

“Sure! Come on in!” Jane invited her in and she took a seat next to Caterina.

“Hi, I’m Jane and this is Caterina, and you you are...?”

“I’m Lithia, nice to meet you!” She said politely but enthusiastically.

Caterina was relived to have found nice people on the train ride. If she was honest with herself, she’d been expecting to spend it reading alone. The rest of the journey was spent in merriment and laughter. They arrived, and disembarked. Harris shouted “First years over here!” (I can’t write accents please just imagine it) and she and her friends enters a boat together and she saw her brother enter a boat with his friends and what looked like Sirius Black. She was very surprised, as they were a family famous for being powerful, dark and prejudiced. However, she figured that she didn’t know him, and therefore couldn’t judge. She always tried to be fair and believed strongly in justice. She was also a very logical person, and rarely let her emotions get the better of her. So she resolved to treat him like she would treat any other person until she had more information. She was shaken out of her thoughts by the sound of rocking andraised boices, and she realized that her brother was rocking the boat. She watched as the Sirius hesitated, then joined in, and she watched how the rest of their party tried to stop them and fail. Their boat flipped over into the water. She heard James’s laughter bad heard him say “See? That was fun!”

And she heard Sirius laugh back and say“I agree, that was wicked!” If was then that she realized with a jolt that Remus hadn’t come up, and she looked around, realized no one else had noticed, and took off her watch, necklace and wand, shoving them into her friends hands and jumping into the water amidst her friends confused protests.

She swam and swam down toward where Remus was flailing and struggling. She grabbed him around the the waist and dragged him to the surface where she dumped on the floor if their boat.

“What—” Jane started, but didn’t finish, as Caterina started gibbing him emergency first aid until he choked up water and sat up.

“Thanks, um....” Remus said trying to think if he knew her.

“Caterina.” She supplied.

“Caterina, thank for saving me!”

She smile but only said “My brother almost drowned you, I was only cleaning up his mess.”

He looked slightly surprised. “James is your brother?”

Her friends looked equally surprised when this was revealed. Although it wasn’t surprising, when they had done introductions, they hadn’t mentioned last names.

“Yes, I am, Caterina Potter, at your service.” She replied with an amused expression and a mock bow. “Also, on a not related point, could someone give me back my wand so I can warm us up?” Her friends have her her things back and she cast a warming charm on her and Remus. Remus looked slightly surprised and asked “How do you know spells already?”

“Well, coming from a magical household, they can’t track underage magic, and my parents taught me some self defense spells. I also read my textbooks and practiced some spells. Figured it might come in handy.” She replied, shrugging.

Remus and Jane looked surprised, since Remus hadn’t expected ever to go to a magical school, he hadn’t learnt spells, and Jane has come from a muggle family. But Lithia simply said

“It certainly did come in handy!” And with that they arrived, with James and Sirius apologizeing profusely and James lierally begging for Remus’s forgiveness. Remus, very surprised and taken aback, turned red and nodded almost imperceptibly. And James proceeded to dramatically thank Merlin while Sirius, Remus and peter watched amused and slightly bewildered. McGonagal gave them the usall speech, the hosts showed up and surprised almost everyone. Then the sorting came. The part she and her friends were most worried about. People went before her slowly and then came Sirius’s turn.

“Black Sirius” McGonagall said, and teh slytherins has already started clapping, expecting that he’ll be in slytherin. The hat was placed on his head and as it deliberated for a good two minutes, the applause immediately died down. Then the hat yelled

“GRIFFINDOR!”

And silence fell. No one moved. Sirius numbly took the hat off and walked, as a sleepwalker would, over to the grofifndor table. No one clapped. Everyone was too shook that a black was not in slytherin to really do anything. The other names passed in a blur as that nice boy Remus was sorted into griffindor, so did peter. Then James’s turn cane, surprisingly before her own, but probably becuase they when last name alphabetically and didn’t look at first names.

The hat barely touched his head before it yelled “GRIFFINDOR!”

And soemthing in her sank. Now if she wasn’t in grififndor she won’t be with her brother. But she didn’t really want griffindor. At least she’ll have Sirius and Remus, they seemed decent. But all her new friends were put in slytherin. She sighed as McGonagall called her name.

“Potte Caterina”

The last thing shyenu saw before the hat landed over her head was James’s smiling face looking at her. Little did she know that was the last she’d see if that smile directed towards her.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? You are a potter and you think you have no choice but griffindor. But that’s not what you want, is it? Your slow tendency to fully trust others and your ambition to be famous like your father and your cleverness would do well in Ravenclaw or slytherin. Your tendency to think for yourself and always think critically about facts you are presented with also point towards Ravenclaw or slytherin.....”

“No,”she thought. “I should be in griffindor like my brother.”

“Interesting, that you should say ‘should’ instead of ‘want’. Becuase you don’t want to do you? You want to your parent to be proud of your achievements don’t you? You are loyal to those close to you, and you are brave. But not brash, you think before you act and you think quick on your feet......better be..”

“SLYTHERIN!”

The slytherin table clapped, after a few initial seconds of shock. The rest of the tables just stared as she hesitatantly took the hat off and walked to the slytherin table, shooting a nervous look at the griffindor table. Her heart sank as she saw her brother’s shocked and slightly disgusted face, and his friend, Sirius’s expression of pure disgust, Remus merely looked slightly surprised and curious. He had likely not been subject to house prejudice before. She sat down next to her fiends and watched without really watching the rest of them be sorted. She didn’t really register the walk to their common room, but she did I realize that it was very gloomy and cold and dark. Until the prefects lead them up a some flights of stairs and lead them up to a much warmly lighted, wamer and more comfy looking and absolutely enormous. The prefect explained “The other room is a font we put up. It adds to the slytherin aesthetic. This room is the room most slytherins use, and which only slytherins can use, which is keyed to slytherins only. So even if someone were to poly juice into you, they still wouldn’t have access. You will be sharing your dorm with one other person.”

Caterina was sharing her room with Lithia, and Jane was sharing her room with Emilia. Little did they know, that soon they’d be jumping between their bedrooms to talk, do homework together and hang out. These two rooms merged in a way and it didn’t really matter which room they slept in anymore as long as it was a bed.(Don’t get me wrong, there was never anything between them except the best and closest of friendships. They trusted each other without a doubt and the closesness and rareness of such a pure friendship caused some people to be surprised, and there was even a rumor at one point that they were having a foursome!) It was like they were one soul in four different bodies. Of course, she didn’t know that any of that was going to happen, and she entered her room with Lithia.

The room was lovely and ornate. It was decorate with elegance and looked very inviting. Their beds had ornate round wooden posts with carvings, forest green curtains and cream colored quilts and pillows. There were also four white bookcases on each side of the beds, and they were both empty and were obviously for them to put their books on. Thee was a large round white fur carpet around the floor of every bed and on the the middle of the floor space. There were two sets of wooden draws with and a wardrobe each. The wardrobe must have had an undetectable extension charm put on it, as when you opened it it was an entire walk in closet, and there were shoe racks, clothes hangers and even a make up table with a mirror! Apparently getting sorted into slytherin had its perks. There also seems to be initiation gifts for new slytherins, as a note suddenly appeared along with a shelve of books each and some clothes, shoes, jewelry, hats and scarves and a lot of make up along with an elegant dagger on the bed. The note said:

“Welcome new slytherins! Here some initation gifts to help you enjoy being in slytherin, and to make up for the fact that you might be prejudiced against. The dagger is for self defense in the event that you don’t have your wand. We recommend you keep this on you at all times. There is a book self defense and how to use it in your gift book set which also has visual demonstrations. A quick tip, don’t let the other houses get you down, enjoy being a slytherin and be confident in being yourself! ~Evangeline, your Head Girl.

“Oh my gosh! These clothes and makeup are of such good quality! Oh—and look at these earings! It think those are real emeralds! Where do you think they got the money for all this stuff?” Lithia exclaimed from inside the ‘Wardrobe’

This was the start of your hogwarts years and the start of your new life in slytherin. You remembered when you were laughing with your brother earlier today and how much disgust and hatred he likely feels for you now. If only you’d asked that hat more vermently, you might have prevented this....But you couldn’t say you were completely unhappy. You had to admit, if not for your brother and your parents, you would have enjoyed being in slytherin very much. You fell asleep that day drowning in thought of your brother and your friends.

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“Caterina, that steak is burning!” Exclaimed Remus, aching a hand I front of her face to try and get her attention. She looked down and realized that indeed, the steak had almost burnt to a crisp. She hurriedly placed it on a plate and put another piece of steak on.

“Are you alright, Caterina?” Remus asked loooking slightly worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Caterina replied slightly vacantly.

“ About what?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” She seems to regain her composure and shook herself back to reality. It was no good dwelling on that, she thought. What’s done is done. They hated each other. They always will. This civility is just for a good grade, she thought. It was just because she couldn’t have this bring down her class average of 95%. Yes. That was it. No need for false hope.

“You know, James doesn’t hate you as much as you might think.” Remus said as they were piling the roast potatoes onto plates. She looked up in surprise.

“He absolutely hates me, Remus. I don’t know why you would think otherwise.” She states in a matter of fact and surprised voice.

“No—No entirely. He may act that way, but he doesn’t. He told us last year that he didn’t completely hate you. Also, please don’t tell him I said that.” Remus responded

“Really? He doesn’t even know anything about me anymore. He’s just remembering how we loved each other when we were little. He’s trying to hold on to a past when I wasn’t in slytherin.” She said as she left the kitchen holding a plate in each hand.

Remus, following her with two plates said nothing and followed her silently.

[jerhomi8u]

"Bullet"

[Charlie Scene:]

My legs are dangling off the edge,

The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,

I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

My legs are dangling off the edge,

A stomach full of pills didn't work again,

I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

[Charlie Scene:]

Gone too far and yeah, I'm gone again,

It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,

I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends,

One's a bottle of pills, one's a bottle of gin,

I'm 20 stories up, yeah, up at the top,

I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,

Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,

I bet my mamma found my letter, now she's calling the cops,

I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,

'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,

Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,

'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,

I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,

But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,

I never bought a suit before in my life,

But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.

[Charlie Scene:]

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

[Charlie Scene:]

My legs are dangling off the edge,

The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,

I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,

My legs are dangling off the edge,

A stomach full of pills didn't work again,

I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

[Johnny 3 Tears:]

We hit the sky, there goes the light, no more sun, why's it always night?

When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream,

When you can't dream, well, what's life mean?

We feel a little pity, but don't empathize

The old are getting older, watch a young man die,

A Mother and a Son and someone you know, smile at each other and realize you don't,

You don't know what happened to that kid you raised,

What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?

I didn't know 'cause you didn't say,

Now Mamma feels guilt, yeah, Mamma feels pain,

When you were young, you never thought you'd die,

Found that you could but too scared to try,

You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye,

Climb to the roof to see if you could fly.

[Charlie Scene:]

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

[Charlie Scene:]

My legs are dangling off the edge,

The bottom of the bottle is my only friend,

I think I'll slit my wrist again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,

My legs are dangling off the edge,

A stomach full of pills didn't work again,

I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

[Petra Christensen, Griffin Boice's daughter:]

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,

Like a bird so high,

Oh I might just try,

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,

Like a bird so high,

Oh I might just try,

Oh I might just try.

[dippinginthe4door]

Undead Unhinged Song Backstories - Rain (unplugged version)

[on set, before the song starts]

Charlie Scene: This is special 'cause we always wanted to do this. Especially growing up, uuh, in, you know, in the 90s, and seeing, uh, all the unplugged thing – the Nirvana, and Alice in Chains, and all those. We always – it's always been a dream of ours to have a string-section.

Johnny 3 Tears: It's really cool.

J-Dog: For the first time, like, I feel like I actually made it as a guy in a band. Like, this is cooler than playing on stage, I think, like [inaudible]

Johnny 3 Tears: Until we get back to the Motel 6

Danny: Yeah

Johnny 3 Tears: Then we're back in the gutter again.

Danny: Special.

  Charlie Scene: Here's a song we never played.

Johnny 3 Tears: Rain.

[“Rain” is performed as unplugged version]

  [off set]

J-Dog: “Rain”'s another song, that I was – I don't even was involved in whatsoever, but again that's another one of my favorites. Same studio, Griffin Boice, on Santa Monica, it's like, that one just came together acoustic guitar. I think that was when the band first started, like, kinda singing more during verses, you know. It kinda, like, started transitioning. That's when the band started evolving into something like a little different, you know, like, songs that weren't like super aggressive the whole time, and “Rain” was the first one. And that's another one that's just a favorite of mine. It's like, you don't have to like our band to like that song. Like, if you were just to put that on in a car and not tell someone who it was, they'd probably be like “oh, this is a great song.” So I felt like that was the first time the band actually, like, did something that was better than what we were before.

  Johnny 3 Tears: “Rain”, uh, man, I remember that one. That's always been one of my favorite Hollywood Undead songs, never really saw the light of day either. I think, uh, actually for the live stream, that was the first and only time we've ever performed it. So, that was kinda special, to finally, uh, to make that happen.

“Rain” I think is about the life experience of, uhm, escapism. You know, we – we – life is obviously difficult for everybody at one point or another, and we're always trying to find shelter from that difficulty. That's kind of how I've always looked at it. It's escape of the pain of life. That's what survival is for some people. Uhm, it's not necessarily thriving, but merely just trying to get away from hurt, and most people spend their life's that way.

Unfortunately, the way this world, this universe is designed, is that you can't outrun life. Yours is going to end, everybody's you know is going to end, and that's just the way it is, and it sucks 'cause it seems like time's kind of cheating you, and what's the purpose.

So, most people spend their lifes trying to avoid what life is actually – the essence of life is that it ends. And for me, the statement itself is – “I don't mind the rain” – is the realization that you can't outrun it, and if you're gonna get wet, you might as well accept it and maybe even learn to enjoy it. It's, you know, life's gonna be difficult, life's gonna have a lot of hardships, but to be honest, in retrospect, and honestly I – I still don't know what's gonna happen to the future, the painful experiences of life are the things that teach us most, that mold us most, that build our – our character. And although they're horrible to go through, I can't look back at them and I say “I wish I didn't go through that,” uhm, because that's kind of what makes us who we are, and so instead of running from the weather, you start running towards it, and in – being willing to experience what life is really all about, and some of that's gonna hurt.

Undead Unhinged Song Backstories - Masterlist

[imhereforthetryus]

@softambi you said you wanted a sleepover Fic I deliver (I hope you dont mind)

Sleepover:

“How about Love Simon” Jonah suggested quietly Marty grabbed the remote

“No High School Musical”

“That movie sucks almost as much as you Marty”

“No you suck” Marty stuck out his tounge

“No you” Jonah mimicked him

“High School Musical is the best”

“Shut Up Were not watching High School Musical For The 10th time” TJ yelled his boice echoing off of the walls, Marty and Jonah had been in a very tense argument about what to watch for the past 30 minutes and TJ was sure he had a migraine. Jonah smiled confidently

“Hear that Marty?”TJ rolled his eyes “Were not watching High School Musical so suck on that”

“Jonah were not watching Love simon either” TJ sighed

“but-t-t” “No”

Marty grinned “You heard TJ”’

Jonah groaned and flopped down on TJ bed “Then what will we watch!” He shouted

“Terminator” TJ suggested, Marty and Jonah gave a knowing glance at each other

“No”

“Come on Guys” TJ pleaded

Jonah and Marty shook thier heads “Nuh ah”

“For once i'm agreeing with dumbass Jonah”

“ Yeah That movie sucks”

“Well too bad it my house”

“So the movie still sucks Kippen”

“You dont have any taste Mr.Driscoll”

“Oh you want to play that game Mr.Cyrus-Goodman” Marty mocked TJ stance “I love you so much Cyrus” TJ shoved a pillow in Marty direction

“Man down Man down” Marty yelled as he fell down to the ground he stuck out his tounge and pretend to be dead

“Get up Marty” TJ and Jonah picked him up

Jonah raised his eyebrows “Hey wait before Marty did you just call me dumb”

“No I called the popcorn dumb”

“Oh Okay” Jonah returned back to his smiling mood and drummed his fingers on the window back again

“Come on Marty, it not fair to trick Jonah it almost too easy” TJ and Marty burst out laughing they laid down on the floor

“Wait why you guys laughing” Jonah looked in pure confusion as his friends continued wheezing

“Marty uh told a very funny joke” TJ said looking to Marty for confirmation Jonah smiled and tilted his head

“Is it the ketchup joke because that one a riot”

“Nah” TJ elbowed Marty

“Which one then?”

“It doesn't matter anyways Jonah” TJ sat down and grabbed a handful of popcorn out of Marty bowl Marty gave TJ a glare “plus were not watching anything if we can't decide on a movie” “So stay on topic” after several minutes of arguing TJ broke up the fight and declared no movies

“but what are we supposed to do” Jonah whined

“Lets play a game” TJ shrugged he crouched down to his shelf and browsed several games “How about Candy Land?”

“Oooh do we get to eat them”

“Jonah for the last time you can't eat candy land pieces” TJ yelled last time they had a sleepover and played candyland Jonah ate the plastic pieces thinking it was real pieces and Jonah almost choked, TJ mom and dad had grounded him for eternity they almost lost the privilege to hang out in the Kippen Game room and even worse Jonah had developed a taste of eating board games which he ate infront of them and TJ had to use his allowance to pay for the missing pieces

“Please” Jonah gave TJ puppy eyes Marty shook his head and scanned the shelf the blue grayish box caught his eye and he grabbed it waving it enthusiastically in front of TJ

“Ooh Battleship” TJ snorted and Jonah shook his head

“You always cheat at that game Marty” TJ laughed

“More like he cheats at every game”

“You guys are just sore losers” Marty glared

“Were not playing it Marty”

“Yeah plus the battleship pieces aren't as tasty since they changed the recipe”

“Jonah how many times have I told you not to eat the recalled ones they have lead poisoning” TJ gave him a look of disbelief im done

“Were all gonna die anyways” (How I feel about the newest news)

TJ rolled his eyes “How about Twister Teej” Jonah said

“Close your mouth Jonah” “That could work”

“Fine” Marty huffed angrily “Battleship is better”

“No it not your just bitter” Jonah laughed

“Guys are we gonna argue or are we gonna play Twister” TJ asked

After 5 minutes of Marty and Jonah arguing who was gonna go first TJ stepped up to the responsibility dispute Marty and Jonah protest “Green Foot” Jonah tried to put his foot as far away from TJ hand, Jonah had to duck multiple times under everyone to reach the spinner, Marty twisted his elbow trying to get it on red, Jonah fell 3 times letting everyone fall down on him, TJ was like a human pretzel while Marty knees were wobbling after everyone had fallen down eight times they quit

“It your fault Marty”

“No You” TJ grinned sure Marty and Jonah fights were almost as annoying as themselves but TJ loved them

AN: I want to cry and die Andi Mack ending so I try and update all my Ao3 works also toy eating Jonah my new headcannon and no one can convince me otherwise it not canon, and the dumbass trio is my mood, also Crack Ship Rights 😤(Luke Mullen Could Never) also i be doing a tag list comment or reblog if you want to be on it and a social media au coming up