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helldivers2 · 2 years ago
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so i've never done a poll before and i didnt realize you cant look at the results without voting even if its your own poll. i guess ill live in peaceful and unaware bliss until tomorrow
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michaelreaderreblog · 6 years ago
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My truemate pt13
AN: The long wait is now over. I dont remember if I even edited this but if I didnt. I am so sorry. I was getting another thing going and “editing” at the same time. Anyways, My truemate is finally up and will continue going. Sorry for the long silence, dreadful cage. Sorry wont go into a personal rant. Enjoy my loves!! Tag list is there. If you’d like to be added to the tags please send a message. I hope I got everyone for the tags, I know last time I didnt. Ok enjoy my sweeet darlings. Yes my inner Freddie Mercury is appearing.
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After a few minutes have gone by is when the both of you hear the garage door open and he gets straight to work with the deliveries he will be doing.
His phone rings and he is all business for the rest of the day.
“Well that was rather interesting” you say to break the silence after taking a sip from your cup of coffee.
“I suppose it rather is” Castiel says with a smile still spread across his face
You could feel that he is feeling rather content about Dean serving him breakfast when he almost forgot that he is suppose to be working.
“After we are done here, we can start working and one question though?” you say getting up to put your plate away into the sink, you really needed to get on the dishes.
“Geez, I'll get this later, I have a few things to do before I do the dishes” you mutter to yourself.
“My car got delivered to the house before getting here and thats how I got myself here” Castiel says from the table while he sill eating the food Dean has served him.
“Damn, thats right. Is it alright if we used your car to delivery the party favours?” you ask from the kitchen.
“Yeah, I dont see that as a problem. You finished them already?” he asks as he gets up from the table to bring over his dirty dishes to place into the sink to as well.
“Yeah I got them done last night when I couldnt sleep” you tell him while getting the water ready.
You decided to wash the dishes and setting them on the rack for them to dry.
“Anything troubling you, why you couldnt sleep?” he asks standing beside you as you begin to rinse out the suds from the plates.
“Uh, yeah” you answer him quietly.
“Do you want to talk to me about it?” he asks in sympathy.
“When we first moved here and sort of got settled into the house. We decided to head out for supper and when we got to the diner there was this douchey pervert that grabbed me. He was just so aggressive and the things that he said just made me feel so like Im only useful for one thing. The things that he wanted to do to me just scared me so much that something could happen at any given time and I feel that this will not be the first.” You tell Castiel as you try not to break down in front of him but he can sense that you fear there is going to be more trouble a head.
“Hey, hey, hey, dont worry about a thing ok. You have two caring, loving, protective brothers who are willing to do anything for you. I for one will not let anything happen to you and we need to tell my father about this and soon. At the same time you can go to the police about this. They take Omega rights very seriously, trust me when I say that” he says as he takes you into his arms and embraces you into a tight hug.
You accept the embrace right away and feel yourself calming down by the gesture.
“You know, we have known each other for a day and I feel like I have known you my entire life” you say as a smile creeps at the corners of your face.
“Well I think its because we are family in ways, I mean Im your brothers mate and you’re my brothers mate” as he says that you pull away slowly to look at him in the eyes.
“He told you that?” you ask in a hushed tone.
“Yeah he told me yesterday and he also mentioned that he is feeling rather conflicted because he has Anna. She has told him before that she would let him go if his true mate ever came along. I advised him to talk to her right away and well end things because I would rather have him truly happy then not knowing what its like to be with someone as his equal” he says as he places his hand on your shoulder.
“You know I was feeling rather jealous about her the day before when I met her. She is so sincere, kind and beautiful. I was telling Dean that she is so lucky to be waking up beside him, going home to him every night while I sit here thinking that should be me because he is my true mate” you tell him as you rewash the plate over and over again.
He stops you from rewashing the plate for millionth time and places it in the rinse water and on the dish rack.
“I had a feeling you would say something like that and you would be feeling this way. Y/n believe me when I say this, Michael will do the right thing here and talk to Anna about all of this. He has always believed in true mates from when we were growing up and he would always tell my brother well my late brother and I how he would be so happy when he found his equal. How he would have the perfect family to call his own and to protect whats his if anyone threatened his family. I always wanted them to be truly happy and find the mates that they belonged to and I still want that for Michael. There is no need to be feeling jealous alright? Anna should be the one to be jealous since I am very certain she knows about the true mate thing already” Castiel says as he looks into your eyes and the one thing you held onto the most was him referring to his late brother and as you saw him mention him you could see the pain spread across his face while he mentions him.
“Late brother? What happened? Sorry its just your expression completely changed at the mentions of him. Again sorry if you dont want to talk about it than I understand” you say as you continued washing every single dirty dish, utensils, pots, and pans until the dish rack is filled with the mornings servings and last night.
“No its fine, I would have to talk about this sooner or later. Im also guessing you have been wondering why I asked if your brothers were Alpha's” he says as he goes back to the table to have himself seated.
You follow right behind him and do the same thing at the table across from him.
“A few years after I presented Omega and after one of my heats my brother Lucifer, is his name by the way. After one of my heats he told me to stay home just until my scent had gone away completely. I told him that it would be fine and how much I really wanted to get out of the house to see my friends whom I havent seen in a week. While he has told me countless times to stay home I didnt listen to him and I went out anyways. As I was walking through the square to meet up with my friends, I was followed little ways and then a van pulls up beside me. The man who followed me was Alpha, he came running behind me told me how ripe my scent was and told me how amazing I would be for one of his bosses brothels and make millions off of me. He drugged me, another man pulled me into the van and took me to an old warehouse outside of town. I woke up in this empty room, looked around to get up from the chair only to see Im tied to it. I managed to get my phone from my pocket to send an emergency text to my brother, he responded and found me on the GPS system that was turned on from my phone. I heard someone walking down the hall and I was still out of it from the drugs and pretended to be out again. Lucifer came into the room and I felt someone trying to cut through the rope and I was trying to resist the person until I heard his voice telling me who he was and he was going to get me out of there. Suddenly that turned for the worst when the three men who abducted me came back to the room to transfer me some where else is what Im guessing. They saw my brother, attacked him, he fought back and one of them came at me but I managed to kick him in his groin and he fell to the floor while my brother yelled at me to make a run for it. I didnt want to leave him behind but he pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran so fast like my life depended on it, I got to his car and drove little ways away from the warehouse to call the police for help. Within minutes they all came, they managed to capture one of them while the other two fled. The paramedics came out with a body and one of the officers told me to identify the body which I did. As they lifted the sheet from his face, thats when I went completely numb and couldnt believe that was my brother. I was frozen until they moved him away from me and thats when I went frantic told them he was only sleeping and that I should take him home. The officer told me my brother was gone and he risked his life to save mine. For so many years I have blamed my biology for his death, blamed it on me when I knew I should have stayed home when he told me to, and I blamed myself for everything that has gone wrong that day. After we had the funeral I stayed home, locked myself in my room or at times I would lock myself in my brothers room and I would go through his things and I would wear his clothes. My parents and Michael saw how I was and I knew they didnt like how I was dealing with everything. Until Michael thought it would be a good idea for me to move with him to Portland where he went to school, he told my parents but they didnt like that idea so much and my dad finally said ok maybe it would be a good idea to get away for while. I did move to Portland with Michael, he went to school, I enrolled in school to take this graphic design program for the two years I was there. Michael graduated, we came home, he found himself a place to live and I moved back in with my parents because my mother didnt like the idea of me living by myself. I graduated the program online not to long ago and here I am sitting with you, telling you about my story on how I lost my brother. Well how my parents lost a son, and how Michael lost a brother as well” Castiel tells his story as tears streamed down his face as you sit there surprised he hasnt broken into a sob while telling you what happened all those years ago.
You place your hand over his that are placed over the table
“Now I understand why you asked if my brothers were Alpha's. I am so sorry about your brother. You know what your brother did was a courageous thing for you to be here. If that was you than you would have never met your true mate who happens to be Dean. I think he would have never found his true mate if the tables were turned. Like you want for Michael I would love for Dean to have. Castiel you are living proof you are meant for something so beautiful that no one could ever have because of the circumstances that has taken a twist in life. Living proof that you are meant to live a long happy life even if that doesnt include your brother. You are an amazing person and you are worth it, even if you cant see it but I do. Dean sees it to along with Sam even though we have only known you for a day but still I can feel that from you” you tell him as you wipe away the tears from his face and kiss his forehead.
While you did that he still has his head down looking to the table top and closes his eyes when your lips meet his fore head.
“You really are a lovely person you know that, I know it takes a while to get back to my normal self. By being with you I feel like I can grasp something of myself from years ago and now I am getting the feeling I can fully appreciate the little things in life again. Now I am really happy I have taken this job opportunity with you and I thank you for all of this” he says as he lifts his head to get a good look at you and tell you while he gazes into your eyes.
You were cut off by the door bell ringing and you get up from the chair to answer it.
“No let me” he says as he gets up from the table to answer the door and its a customer for the plush toys they have ordered.
You run down the stairs to get the order from your office and run back up the stairs to hand it to Castiel. They say their thank yous and went on their merry way home to surprise the children with such amazing toys to cherish forever.
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haectemporasunt · 7 years ago
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harvest, fireside, SPICE, quilt
harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?
I’m gonna go with the first person I think of, which is Howard Alan Treesong.
i know he is a very bad guy (basically he is Space-Moriarty + delusions of Emperorship) and does terrible things as one of the chief antagonists of Jack Vance’s Demon Princes series, but he also spends the latter half of the book he is in pretending to be a polite and pleasant man who is desperately, with gritted teeth, trying to get back an embarrassing but emotionally invaluable book he wrote as a kid that his brother hid from him.
this attempt to get his childhood scrawlings back is actually his undoing. (that’s one of the downsides of the book actually, the main character who spent four books to get to this point? kinda just sits along for the ride and doesnt really contribute to howard treesong being embarrassed and outwitted and finally destroyed)
anyway, I can relate to desperately trying to find and hide embarrassing junk i wrote when i was little, and to muttering to myself in various voices, and to being undone by my own fiction.
fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?
gosh… usually i think more about what kind of living city-planet-dungeon-labyrinth i d like to become.
i m so unfashionable that when i was in high school i read that long khaki pants will pair with any color polo shirt, and i said Okay, I Can Do That For The Next Fifty Years
hm… how about… you have a black suit as a base (in this fantasy, suits are actually comfortable to wear) and then you build up gold intricate armor over that (designed with lots of faces and half formed antlers, fronds becoming hands, suns becoming manticores, all very intricate and convoluted), esp around the arms and shoulders, and then some sort of head-mask that has the blind eyes and eerily fleshlike marble features and aesthetic cracks of a grecoroman statue, but with a neon halo blaring about my head like i m a horrible beautiful business angel…
now /that/ wld be a fun casual saturday look
spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?
a few places but i ll stick w one for now…i did have a bad feeling about this one house once. i was seven. my brother was five or six. And we were with our parents, looking for a house in Houston, because Dad was getting out of the army. And we visited a lot of bad houses. houston contractors apparently suck at making roofs, because every house we visited had stained ceilings or just outright puddles staining the floor. but they were alright-feeling. they were just empty, blank, water-warped homes.
And then we came to the house of flies. it had the same basic plan as the other houses–esp a too-large and space wasting foyer or lobby or whatever you call it. and everywhere the light from the windows (it was getting to be late afternoon) touched, there were flies.
other empty houses have flies by the windows, some curled up along the floor. they did not look like this. The floor was covered in fly corpses. Awash in them. there was no where you could step in order to avoid making them crunch beneath your shoes. and our parents headed off, crunching away, to look around the place. and it was just my brother and i, neither of us wanting to move further into the house because of the sea of curled up bodies. It was quiet and hot, and … this house felt different. the air was oppressive. the ceiling was too tall, and there was something odd about its edges that i cldnt figure out from down below (i already needed glasses but i dont think we d figure that out for another few months). And so i focused on the bodies of the flies and…i dont know why, and i dont very much believe in the supernatural and think most things can be explained by low frequency vibrations and human suggestibility, but i felt a growing horror inspecting all these flies piled up, not on the windows where flies normally die, scrabbling at the glass and trying for the freedom of the outdoors, but silently and crowded together on the ground, in mounds. i became convinced that there was something wrong with this place.
and time passed, and boredom will overcome even an obstacle of fly corpses, and jake and i crunched over to the stairs and went up to explore and play a little tag to pass the time. i was worried mom and dad wld like the place, and was already formulating ways to object shld they prefer it to [the place we eventually bought and lived in for many happy years]. So: my brother and i played tag. And it was weird, because there wasnt very much to the upstairs–such houses waste all their upper air space to have a tall AC-sucking luxury lobby where nobody goes, because those front doors that open onto the lobby are never the main doors you actually use day to day, it s always the side or garage door by which you exit such slapdash domuses–but i still got confused and lost, and while chasing him i lost my brother and felt distinctly uncomfortable, because the walls were an unpleasant brownish red color and i could have sworn i had already passed that too-dark bathroom (with the open door and the disconcerting mirror glinting in the darkness within), but the rooms had been connected differently that last time, and I heard a noise. And I cant remember what that noise was, except that it was soft, and longer than a typical creak, and that at first i thought it was jake moving nearby. so i followed the sound to an empty bedroom, to a closed closet door. And I was about to open that closet door, when jake poked his head in the room (scaring the bejeezus out of me) and said mom and dad were calling, couldnt i hear them? it’s time to go.
I…did not open that closet door, and stuck to jake like glue as we headed downstairs.
Luckily we didnt buy that place–it was hideously expensive for what it was, and there was, i think, a problem in the backyard with water reservoirs…or something, i dont remember. i only remember the relief i felt. I dont know if jake remembers this house, and even if he does i doubt he felt so affected by it. But i had dreams about that place for years afterwards. It was the first time I ever felt that horror could happen in a sunny well-lit place. most other places i felt similarly were dark and dingy…this place ought to have felt friendly, but didnt.
edit: oh! i forgot to say, while we were walking back down the stairs, i looked up at the ceiling. from the vantage point of the second story landing, you could see that there were positively immense spiderwebs stretched all around the edges of the ceiling, i was teeny then and they seemed ginormous to me. and i dont remember seeing many flies or other tiny lumps stuck in them, nor any spiders either.
quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?
I m not much of a coffee drinker, ha, and on rare occasions when i do partake it s usually half sugar half milk half coffee :p
tea is pretty simple, i just add honey usually!
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sprolden · 8 years ago
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hi i got bored so i became my Own Worst Art Critic™ n yelled @ 13 year old me’s art
everything is under the cut
idk y u would read it but going thru this tag was an Adventure
honestly there’s so much screaming
enjoy
maybe a lil context first? i used to have an art blog, koamaru (i used that same url for my main for a while too) which lived from i think 2014 to mid-2015 (meaning i was 13/14)
and well,, everything i posted there was pretty goddamn awful bc of a) resources or the lack of and b) i didnt know what i was doing (still dont but ok)
anyway i’m gonna hate this let’s go
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the only reason this looks good is bc u traced it ur not only an asshole but also a scam what the fuck
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This is the first digital drawing i did! It’s terrible. I did use ref for this, which is why it looks.. alright (??) anatomy-wise. Tagged with #someone send me a drawing tablet. I actually have one now! Despite the fact it’s crap it still got.. 137 notes???????? [thinking about the portrait i did recently that took several days that got 15 notes] h m
this post
Oh my fdfshkldgfahdgflklgsdgfdfk AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “oh hey vic how did u get this many followers?” “oh i promised to draw 500 people, did 2 and then quit. I’m actually trying to forget about it aggressively. :^)”
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“this looks horrific omg” yea it does
she looks like a baked naked mole rat?? this is an insult to the girl i drew but then again she called me veronica so idk she might have deserved it :/
also a lil note on this thing: in the app i used, u couldnt use a clipping group (aka that colour only goes on the layer below it) so i had 2 draw the lines already coloured rip
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Hey this is—alright? 10 notes though, because this is tumblr.
(And yeah, i do look at the notes a lot. i need Validation™)
u could have used a colour scheme that doesnt hurt my eyes but ok
[horrific potrait is flung onto my dash again] am i following--? Oh, nope, i’m not
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this is kinda ok but has more white gaps than the mortal instruments has plot holes 
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Ragnor’s perry the platypus lookin ass over there in a goddamn peapod suit im goign to fling myself into the sun
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Imkldfashjdshlfg WHY SHE LOOK LIKE A PEPPERONI
I remember while drawing this i didnt intend her to look this white but then i was like “i do not have the artistic abilities to do this” & i just rolled w it this is meant 2 be blue sargent if u couldnt already tell by this amazing,,,,,, portrayal
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ok a lil context for this one
there was this contest right n u did fanart of the a story written by dan and phil (YES i was a phannie omg leave me alone i want to Forget)
so i did this (obviously partially traced) drawing
it didnt make the video
tragic.
[this post]
“pls loyal yet inactive followers” “0 notes”
A modern tragedy
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right so this was a secret santa gift to someone???
Can u imagine it being xmas and this being ur present
More disappointing than socks wtf
also this was briefly my facebook cover ssdflgjgf;ljdgfa; WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME TO QUIT
Blah blah some p!atd edits that were pretty successful bc of fandoms
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??????????????????????????????????????WHY
HER NAME IS MAX CAULFIELD NOT MAX CAULIFLOWER NOSE
WHAT WERE U THINKING W THE LINEART
THE HAIR
I have so many questions ????????
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 The top half of this was actually so nice?? Tumblr is ruthless
Also yea undertale!! It wasnt that bad when it didnt get popular and people weren’t drawing porn of the children and goats and goat children
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More undertale
This is kinda actually nice???????? Also very little notes but is has a nice style im ok w this i can sleep after seeing this again
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Undertale au fanart it doesnt get much worse than this
I have,,, so many things 2 say abt this art-wise lmao but i guess???????????????????? it could b worse????? There Was An Attempt
this is the last drawing i posted on tumblr before i got a tablet, bc i didn’t like the way tumblr works art-wise (i still don’t, but the fandoms i draw for are mainly active here so i figured it’d be the best place to post my art anyway)
but yea u can check out my new art at @leylights hav fun!!!!!!!!
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