#im still new to this give me some leeway pls

[miss-marmalade]

❝What Remains of the Old Gods❞

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character/Reader

Warnings: Canonical level of violence, angst, sexual references, swearing, etc., no nsfw, eventual fluff

Summary: Mara’s tried to ignore strange occurrences around her and her family but as she learns more about her lineage and her father’s attempts to reach out to her estranged uncle, Bobby, she’s compelled to contact him on her own. Unfortunately, making herself known to the hunter, and whatever creatures have an eye on him, forces her to enter the hunting world.

A sneak peek…

Spring 1998

The creek of the oven opening blends in with a rickety old fan. I hear Sam writing, his pencil gliding along paper from a notebook. We sit on a couch in the living room.

I peer over his shoulder, where there’s sketches of symbols I’ve only ever seen on some of Bobby’s books.

I ask, “What is that?”

“This?” He gestures to the notebook, to which I nod. “You should ask Bobby.”

I lean back on the couch and try to ignore the gnawing thoughts going through my head.

What if Bobby did have something to do with Karen’s disappearance? Can the same man who visited after the accident make the love of his life disappear?

I look around Sam and I in case Bobby’s in earshot. I hear something clang in the kitchen, so I hope he’s too busy to walk into the living room.

I blurt out, “Is Bobby dangerous?”

Sam’s eyes open wide in shock until his forehead starts to wrinkle, and he says, “I don’t think you know who you’re talking about.”

“Yea, I guess I don’t,” I respond, moving to examine the piles of books and the strange languages they harbor.

Most of the books have a fair coating of dust, some of them almost solid grey from dust bunnies, so I grab one of the few that seem to be free of whatever’s stick to the others. This one, I realize, not only lacks dust, but it’s spotless pages, aside from dogeared corners, give me the opinion that the book must have been cared for.

Sam continues, “You can’t just come around here as if you know him, which you don’t, and call him whatever you want.”

I refrain from looking him over the book in my hands. “You’re the one acting as if you know me, Sam.”

My hands trace across the title, “Slavic Gods and How to Hunt Them,” etched onto the book cover. The chapter titles, as stated in the index, are named after gods called Yarovit, Svarozhits, and other names I can’t pronounce. But the names of few, like Veles, “the god of magic, alchemy and the realm of the dead,” are circled with notes of them written in the margins.

Sam says, “That’s got to be Bobby’s only fake book in the whole house.” He walks over to me, cautiously, as if he’s worried I’ll snap at him. “Monsters, demons, I’ll believe. But pagan gods are a hard sell, even for me.”

It’s then that I finally come back to my senses. “Is this a weird joke to you, Sam? Are you some sort of occultist? Or are you just insane?”

Bobby clears his throat, standing at the entryway of the room, straight as a rod with his arms crossed. “What did I say, boy?”

“Sorry, sir.”

He points to Sam. “I’ll deal with you later.” Bobby gestures towards me. “I think it’s about time you go home, Mara. Don’t want to leave your parents thinking worse of me already.”

“Do you seriously believe all that crap?” I scoff.

“No, and none of us do,” Bobby glares at Sam. “He does this with everyone.”

The boy says, “Just let her take one of the real books.”

“Drop it.”

I say, “So what? That’s it? I go home, pretend this never happened, we never see each other again? I never even asked about Karen.”

Bobby stiffens. “I should’ve figured she’s the reason you came here.”

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A/N: This is a snipet from an upcoming work ! I'm almost done with the first chapter, although I'm not sure how long each part should be. Very soon after I started this, I lost time because of class, but I'm back now :) The first chapter's almost 4k words, which I know isn't long for a lot of writers, I'm just still new to writing fanfic

[narumi-gens]

hi im back bein annoyin as per usual ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

unfortunate news mel; ive tried to read kn8 before and only got to chapter like 5 before giving up idk why i couldnt vibe w it when ive been reading shonen/seinin manga for years 😭 should i give it another try?

same goes for blue lock, i usually really like sports series but i couldnt get onboard w that one either i crie

minty, you're never annoying 💕💕 (esp when it's related to kn8, even when it's unfortunate news...)

...and that is unfortunate news. like dire news. I may be biased bc I love kn8 so much, but I would definitely say to give it another shot! I think at least get through the entrance exam chapters, which I think is probably around ch 10-12? I'm not sure how much you've seen of Kikoru but her and Kafka's relationship and dynamic is just so fucking amazing even in the earlier chapters, so that might also get you more into it.

also, the kn8 plot really goes in a direction I really wasn't expecting about 30-ish chapters in that had it feeling extra fresh. and that's around when the manga really starts to open up its world and introduce a bunch of great characters and shows more of defense force. (also the loml doesn't show up until I think ch 3...8? 39? so I personally would recommend getting to his introduction but that's also...pretty far for a manga you're not feeling lol)

I'm of two minds on the whole "not vibing with a manga":

1) unless a manga does something to immediately turn me off or I know immediately that I'm not gonna like it, I'm pretty generous and give it about 15-20 chs before calling it quits. sometimes it takes a little bit for some manga to get going or for me to really connect with it. that's kind of how I'm feeling with sakamoto days. like I wasn't really feeling it for the first like 10-15 chapters but I'm a little past that and am starting to vibe with it more.

2) while I'm pretty generous with how much leeway I give a manga to hook me in, I'm also very much of the "don't continue something that you're not into" school of thinking. if you have other things you want to read/watch/play/do/whatever then don't waste your time! I drop shows all the time if I'm not immediately into them lol

also, I thought blue lock was the art anime and then looked it up and saw that it's the soccer anime and I'm thinking of blue period lmao also the trailer for the anime looks stupid so I think you're in the right on that one (pls don't come for me blue lock fans 🙏🏽)

tldr pls read kn8 but don't feel bad if you can't get into it! I'll still love you anyways but here's a picture of the loml to maybe entice you...

[0idril0]

pls,,,im begging you,,,comfort nico

Pure Comfort

Y’all have been begging, so here’s some pure comfort for you :) Thanks @whumpywhumper & @captivity-whump

This is a future fic, btw and I’ve had a headache like this, it was awful and confusing but Nico is going to be okay. 

TW: there is a raunchy joke in here but its a cards against humanity joke.

tagging @whumpitywhumpwhump @comfy-whumpee @imagination1reality0 @vickytokio @genesissane @voidwhump @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @doityourselfbombs @whumptywhumpdump

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Nico limped down the hall, leaning against the wall to steady himself. His vision blurred and doubled making his head pound harder before settling back to its new normal.

He’d somehow lost one of his house shoes, making his journey more unstable as his sock slid against the wood floors. The floor blurred in and out of his vision as he looked down at the offending foot, trying to remember what he’d been doing. The floor looked strangely welcoming as he swayed. God he was tired.

A bright peel of laughter made him flinch into the wall, hands raising defensively to his chest as his head ducked, air suddenly hard to come by. The laughter continued, more voices joining until it surrounded him, the walls pressing in on him.

They were laughing because he’d messed up, they were going to hurt him again. His collar was gone, and he hadn’t been given permission to leave his cell. He started to back away, he needed to find his cell. His blindfold and collar.

The soft sock on his foot slipped on the wood floor as he turned, and his shoulder hit the wall, sending a jolt of pain up his neck.

A fuzzy feeling in his gut made him pause, loosening some of the tightness in his chest. His head hurt... where was he? Why he was in the hallway? A baritone chuckle made his feet shuffle forward involuntarily, drawn to the familiar tune.

The living room was a riot of colors compared to the dim hallway and...

Clint...

He could feel the warmth in his chest that meant Clint was happy with something. How—He was going to Clint.

“Oh my god, oh my go- f-fuck you Brian.” Clint was laughing, deep belly laughs that he could feel in his bones. “‘For my next trick, I will pull a big black dick, out of- grandma.’ Oh my god dude, you’ve fucking met my grandma, how could you?”

Nico peeked around the archway to the living room, it was filled with familiar faces smiling and laughing around a bunch of cards and snacks, a quiet movie playing in the background. It was comforting and terrifying.

But Clint was there. Sitting on one of the couches, a fist full of white cards in his hand. His freckled face was flushed, laughter stark on his face as he flipped Brian off where the siren sat across the room. Kristy leaned against the other side of the couch, feet gathered beneath her as she laughed with the rest of the group.

Nico felt a smile of his own tug at a corner of his mouth as he watched them. David was there leaning against the side of the love seat, Selene leaning back against him. Evan and Iris had commandeered dining room chairs. Willow and Oakley had curled up together on a pile of pillows.

He wanted to go in there. It looked warm. He could fit at Clint’s feet, there was some room between him and the coffee table. His hip hurt though, he didn’t know how far he’d walked but the joint throbbed and his knees had started to shake with fatigue.

Before he could move Kristy nudged at Clint’s elbow, concern on her face as she pointed towards the hallway he was hidden in. Nico flinched when Clint looked towards him, a tremor of confusion and concern making his own back and chest clench.

Clint didn’t shout and yell when he saw him skulking, but a slow warmth spread through Nico as a smile re-enveloped the werewolf’s face.

“Hey there Darlin’.” Clint was grinning at him, pushing up from his seat slowly. There was a small furrow between his brow as he got closer, but it didn’t change the warm feeling that had settled in his chest.

Nico leaned behind the archway, hiding behind the thick wood as everyone’s faces turned towards him. It was too much, their combined scrutiny and his throat felt like it was closing again. He gathered his trembling limbs closer, tugging at the ragged sleeves of his hoodie. He could see Clint’s shadow on the floor as the were moved closer, his bulk silent. If his hip wasn’t screaming he would have run.

Half of Clint’s face peeked around the archway, mirth making his eye sparkle. “Why’re you hiding Sugar?”

A strangled gulp was all he could manage, his mouth barely opening before his teeth clacked back together sending tremors through the rest of him. Clint didn’t look angry at all, maybe there was still hope he could sit with him.

Clint leaned further into the hallway, shielding him completely from the rest of the room as they started up a quiet chatter. The furrow had gotten deeper in his brow, his smile dimming a little. Nico felt it deeply. “Darlin’, Sugar, Baby mine, you don’t have to wait to come in. You know that. Are you ok?”

Tears started to prick at his eyes and he couldn’t meet Clint’s gaze, he couldn’t answer the question. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what day it was, he didn’t know what house he was in, he didn’t know what was happening. He couldn’t get enough air. God his head hurt.

He chewed his lip as he hugged himself, tears damp on his face. Clint came closer, making sure to leave enough room so he wasn’t trapped. It took him a moment to realize Clint was talking to him, low baritone murmurs, a litany of reassurances. “You’re home, Nico. You’re safe. It’s Friday night, you went to bed earlier because your head hurt. Is it still hurting Baby?”

Yes. God yes. He could barely nod his head, pain in his neck and temples radiating through his skull.

“Okay Darlin’, it’s okay. It happens sometimes, okay, everything’s gonna be alright. You having a hard time remembering too?” Nod.

“Okay, that’s happened too. You’re safe. You want to sit with us, or do you want to go back to bed?” A picture of a dark room came to mind and he felt a little jolt of terror. No. No he wanted to be with Clint. He reached a sleeve covered hand to Clint’s, taking a shuffling step towards the larger man before he had a chance to think about the decision fully. “Yeah, okay with us it is. You mind if I touch you Sugar? I think you left your cane and one of your house shoes, I don’t want you to fall.”

His broad hand was held towards him, and Nico hesitated slightly before easing forward, letting Clint take his elbow. He’s so warm. Nico let his eyes flutter shut, leaning into Clint’s smoky scent. The larger man paused for a moment, sheer happiness and surprise making Nico’s chest feel warm and full. There was a tremulous inhale before Clint wrapped his other arm around his waist. “Alright Darlin’, we’re going to the couch okay, you can lay down there, let your hip rest.”

Clint hands swallowed his elbow and narrow waist, taking a good portion of his weight as they walked into the room. The conversation flowed around them, unimpeded by their passage except for a few murmured hellos.

Kristy unfolded herself from the couch as he and Clint approached, giving Nico a warm smile as she walked towards the kitchen. Nico froze in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to get to the floor. It’s where he belonged right?

Clint rubbed at his back before helping him turn. “Okay Sugar, lounger’s usually easier for you. Why don’t you sit on that side huh? That way you can still sit up.”

On the couch... Nico’s head throbbed and he uneasily searched Clint’s face for reassurance. It was soft, nothing telling him that he should choose the floor instead. Nico fought with his sleeves, gripping Clint’s shirt through them before letting Clint help him sit. He pushed his head against Clint’s chest as he did, pain in his hip and head combining in a fury.

“I’m sorry Darlin’, I got ya, I got ya.” He could feel the rumble of Clint’s voice and pressed closer, fighting the pull of the couch. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, you want me to sit with you? I can sit behind you and keep you warm?”

Blunt fingers scratched against his scalp, his buzzed hairs almost overly sensitive to the light touch as he gave a tiny nod. “Ok Darlin’, you gotta let go then.”

Nico loosened his fingers hesitantly, allowing Clint enough leeway to slip behind him, settling one of his thick legs around his hip before he pulled Nico to his chest gently. He hooked his chin on Nico’s shoulder as he wrapped his thick arms around him again. He felt like this didn’t happen a lot, he instantly regretted that.

He twitched when someone else’s hands pulled his legs up and onto the lounge, forcing his eyes open again. Evan was standing in front of him with a sheepish look as he shook a blanket out over him. “Sorry buddy, didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blanket looked soft. He wrapped it around a sleeve covered fist, bringing it up to his face as he sank into Clint’s chest, maneuvering himself until he could hug Clint’s arm tightly. It reminded him of something but his head hurt too bad to think of what. The chatter in the room continued, soothing and quiet, Clint’s occasional rumble joining them.

“He’s being snuggly today.” Kristy’s soprano was quiet and close. He hugged Clint’s arm closer, hiding from it.

“I’ll take it, anything he needs.” Clint hugged him tighter, his scruffy cheek pressed gently against his short hair.

[theincompetentgenius]

Matchup

hiyaaa!! could i pls get a written matchup for ikesen, ikerev, & mlqc? 💞 bi but i prefer guys! i have an older twin sis~ 5'4 young girl~ medium-length straight-ish black hair & dark brown eyes. ambiverted INTP! hufflepuff/ravenclaw. fun-loving & friendly scorpio. if not given attention, i feel unwanted/sad. quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after 'cause im soft-hearted. playful/serious, childish/mature, competative/laidback, funny/shy, talkative/good listener, loud/soft, kind/quiet, emotional/solemn, sweet/smart, bright/deep, poetic/intellectual, daydreamer/studious, annoying/lovable. hopeless romantic! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. my personality is like half fun/happy and half deep/quiet- very awkward. i want to be the best! im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. its easy to make me smile & laugh but i also get jealous often. i have trouble asking for help even if i help others a lot! im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up, but im also the type to just cuddle and have long conversations about life and the world. emotionally mature but a bit emotionally unstable (mental health problems-) i look fine on the outside but on the inside its a MESS. im actually a complex person, and i rlly think a lot to myself. i feel rlly scared tho if im not completely sure if im correct abt smth, n i get rlly anxious when ppl r looking at me blankly w/ smiling- likes: diff kinds of jokes, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, games, family, friends, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology. dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things. i love weapons (esp swords n guns, i like magic too tho)!! i think they're super cool- omg im super srry cause i think this is too much- tysm anyway!! feel free to take your time (health comes first!) n have a great year! 💞

Aww, thank u so much! This was submitted to me quite a while back and I’m really sorry for the major delay. However, I’ve finally gotten to this. Hope you still enjoy it :)

Ikemen Sengoku

I’d pair you with.................. Hideyoshi Toyotomi!

Honestly, I was having difficult picking just one person since you have such a complex personality (don’t worry, this is a good thing). For a while, I was leaning towards Mitsuhide at first because your personality would’ve made the perfect MC for his route. You’re sweet enough to get him to open up, but not a complete ditz. He’d love to learn all the different sides of your personality, falling for every single piece. After all, there’s no puzzle that he can’t solve.

However, I’m gonna go with Hideyoshi on this one. His simple attitude would best compliment all your different traits, creating the perfect balance. Whenever he’s being hard-headed, your multi-dimensional personality will provide him with another side that he hadn’t considered.

Don’t want to ask for help? Not a problem because Hideyoshi is going to help you anyways (whether you want or not). He’ll be at your side all day, making sure that even the smallest of tasks have dealt with. Once your work is done, he’ll linger around for a little bit, waiting for that last good-bye kiss. 

You manage to pull him out of his comfort zone, going on small adventures together! He’s not the biggest fan of them, but he always tags along to make sure you’re alright. His favorite adventures are when you two go into the forests, observing all the different animals. There’s nothing like seeing the sweet smile on your face to brighten up his day.

The day always ends with the two of you heading back to his room, laying on his bed, and looking at all the cool stuff that you found. He’ll have his arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head, listening to you rave about the adventure. But when you remind him that there’s no place that you’d rather be than in his arms, Hideyoshi can’t help but turn into a puddle. It’s just a night of cuddles and endless affection.

Hideyoshi is also the best person to go to when you’re feeling like a complete mess. Even if he’s busy, he’ll always put time aside to comfort you. If you’re feeling scared or unsure, the warlord will stroke your hair and remind you about all the times that you’ve been right (and all the things you’ve accomplished because of that). Even if things go awry, he’ll always be there to hold your hand for comfort’s sake. After all, you’ve guided him through his messes, so now it’s his turn to repay the favor.

Another Possibility: Mitsuhide Akechi

Ikemen Revolution

I’d pair you with............... Ray Blackwell!

So there’s not a lot of leeway here since your description really just screamed “RAY” to me. However, I feel like I could throw you at Blanc! He’d do his best to make you feel welcome in the Cradle and slowly crack through your quiet demeanor. Once he learns what’s inside, bunny boy is absolutely charmed! It’s hard for him to stay away, especially since he just gravitates towards your cheery energy. Nevertheless, the Black Army King won over in the end.

When Ray first meets you, he appreciates your quiet side. Not too noisy or annoying, unlike certain members in the Black Army. Besides, you seem to have your head screwed on straight, so he won’t have to worry too much about you getting into endless trouble. Your maturity throughout the entire situation will only garner his respect.

When Fenrir cracks a crude joke and you stifle your laughter, Ray raises an eyebrow. There’s definitely more to you than meets the eye and he’s interested in what exactly hides behind your quiet exterior. While he may not go out of his way to search for it, Ray takes mental notes when you do something that pleasantly surprises him.

Bookworm buddies!! Every now and then, you two engage in a reading competition: who can read the most books throughout the week? For the prize, the loser has to listen to the winner’s commands for an entire day. While the winning party varies, it’s always a close call.

Ray is always teasing you for being a hopeless romantic. However, that’s just his way of hiding how he thinks that your mentality towards love is adorable. If he’s completely honest, you remind him of the main heroine in most romance novels. Does that mean he’s willing to be your love interest? Why don’t you ask him and find out ;)

Ray notices the twinkle in your eyes when you watch him practice with his sword. When you ask him about it, he’ll happily show you all the types of swords and guns that are used in the Black Army. He even gives you confidential information about the latest gun prototypes. At one point, he’ll even gift you with the weapon of your choice (you can customize it however you want). Whether you choose to use it is up to you (but little tip here: Ray finds it hot when you carry it around on your belt).

Another Possibility: Blanc Lapin

MLQC

I’d pair you with............ Victor!

Before I unveil first place over here, I think you and Kiro would also have amazing chemistry too! You two would mesh so well together, being the biggest balls of sunshine. When you’re feeling down, you can always expect his teddy-bear smile to cheer you up in an instance. It gives me such “wholesome couple vibes” that I’m not even sure how to put it into words.

So you must be wondering, “Why Victor?” It’s because our loveable grump needs some sunshine of his own (a ray of sunshine that he won’t throw out the window or chastise to death). From the beginning, Victor takes a liking towards you. You’re mature, dependable, and want the best for the company. Even if you’re not directly involved, he appreciates your efforts towards becoming the best. There’s something about you that makes him want to root for you.

And so he does, pouring a decent amount of money into your dreams. However, Victor will constantly watch you from the side (after all, he’s gotta see how his investment is being used). This may cause you some discomfort, but he’s doing it to make sure that you get to the top of your dreams. 

When you’re feeling unsure of yourself, Victor will give you the guidance that you need. He’ll try his best to give his input on the situation, making sure that it gets you closer and closer to the answers that you need. Once you manage to pull everything together, he can’t help but feel a little tug on his chest. It’s a combination of both pride and something a little sweeter.

Victor also finds your multi-faceted personality quite impressive. It’s amazing how you can show a range of emotions and feelings, especially when you’re dealing with different types of people. He doesn’t have such a range of emotions, so he tries to pick up on a few of your traits. It doesn’t always work, but you always get a good laugh out of it.

Whenever Victor has had a long day at work, the two of you lay on the grass and watch the night sky. There’s something about the stars that calms him and he wouldn’t have known it if he never met you. So he’ll always be grateful for the peace that you’ve given him. 

Another Possibility: Kiro