#im thinking i might go with that. either take the scars away or make them just part of the many many scars given to him by his past mentor

[transgaysex]

i have a couple of guys i need to design for future stuff ill just give them tits

[lollyposp]

okay im only slightly going insane right now about how MUCH i adore the way agatha is being portrayed in agatha all along. she's this awesome mix of horrible and sympathetic BUT not in the way that excuses everything she does. like, the other witches dislike her for good reason and even when agatha is nice to them or they realise she's got her own issues too like, that doesn't change what she's done in the past to get her reputation.

but ALSO it's so obvious that 90% or something of Agatha's personality is either a facade or an exaggeration of her bitterness because after everything we know of that's happened to her ("i can be good" "no you cannot", her son dying and rio's obvious involvement in that) it's like. how can she love. how can she trust when those she loved made her feel betrayed, or she lost them, or even both.

i think the first clue that a lot of her personality is a facade was the whole "just blast me" situation, because to me it felt like "well yeah Agatha's clearly nasty but how much of that is because she needs to annoy people into trying to kill her so she can grab their magic?" but I hadn't quite realised that there could be more to it than that

but episode 4 had SO MANY examples. i mean, Agatha's entire "no fucks given" attitude just fizzles out when the teen is dying and i feel like even the other witches picked up on it, like jen was clearly stunned by Agatha's grief as well as by Teen's condition. and then her sitting with Teen until he woke up, not even taking her eyes off him but as soon as he wakes up she pretends she just Happened to check on him Just as he woke up and that she didn't stay there the entire time.

and don't even GET ME STARTED on everything else. the scene at the fire where she very clearly struggled through having a positive interaction with the other witches?? and also the whole "she is my scar" but if i think too much about that i will actually go insane.

the scene that REALLY hasn't left my head all day is the scene where rio tells agatha that Teen isn't hers. ALL THE PROPS to kathryn hahn here she's an INCREDIBLE actress, but the way agatha just says NOTHING and slowly puts on a smile....😦 i was watching the episode with my housemates and the only thing i could say to them was "i literally saw the moment she put her act back on". because for all that agatha is so brash and loud, and no matter how much she might seek conflict with others, she runs away from all her emotional pain because it's too much for her to bear. because how do you even move on from the woman you loved being at least partly complicit in your son's death? whether agatha really DID trade him for the dark hold and regretted it immediately or whether the rumour IS just a rumour and nick and the dark hold aren't connected at all, RIO still is connected to either of those ideas.

(honestly as it stands right now im in whatever camp believes he WAS traded for the darkhold, but agatha somehow didn't realise he would be traded until after it was too late, because i feel like it's what explains her actions in WV and her hallucination the most. also it makes rio's actions all the more painful to agatha because it would have been a mistake she didn't mean to make, and rio would not budge even with that knowledge and OUCH. but that's neither here nor there)

honestly this whole incoherent essay was just to say that i love Agatha's character. i love that the question surrounding her isn't really "is she good or evil?" or even "can she be good?". i feel like it's clear there IS a good person in agatha but because she's ignored it for so long (some of that is probably due to the darkhold) the question kind of becomes "does it matter that she's got good inside her if she refuses to show it?". she's so firmly in the morally grey camp that while i do kind of want her to have a redemption arc and to have a whole found family thing go on, i honestly don't see it happening and i also at the same time DON'T want her to be redeemed when she's so interesting because she's this person who clearly has the capacity to be good and chooses not to out of pride and fear of being vulnerable and all the trauma she's accumulated.

oh i completely forgot to mention that im also obsessed with the sound booth scene???? i honestly can't figure out if she's just shit stirring when she projects her and rio's conversation for the fun of it, or if it's like a fucked up agatha way of trying to protect her new coven by giving them reasons to distrust rio and be wary of her, specifically because she thinks rio will betray her/betray them and reap them. I can't figure it out. it might even be both.

anyway live laugh love agatha

[illyabata]

scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

[ninii-winchester]

Unveiled Sorrows (Part 9)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader, Sam Winchester X Reader (platonic)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of sex, Taylor Swift reference (?)

A/n : This series follows canon plot line but some scenes might happen differently or be completely changed. Check the warnings for each part before continuing

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The drive back home was quiet. Dean was apprehensive about going back to the house but Y/n had put her foot down and told him she'd spend the night in the car than let Adeline anywhere near Samuel. She didn't trust him anymore.

"Uhm I only have one guest bedroom." Y/n said entering the house. Sam and Dean trailing in behind her.

"I'll stay here." Sam said pointing to couch on the living room. "The doors broken and I'm not sleepy anyway."

"I don't need the room either." Dean said looking at Adeline. "I'll grab a chair for your room. I need to make sure you two are safe." Y/n didn't argue. She was too tired.

"Can you watch her while I clean up?" She asked Dean who nodded taking Adeline from her arms. The little baby was already off to dreamland.

The two brothers sat beside each other, Dean was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Sam got up and grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge handing one to his brother.

"We need to talk." Sam said sitting back down. Dean looked at his brother wondering what he wants. "What more do you need to make up your mind?" Sam asked his older brother. He seemed angry.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean said making Sam want to punch his face.

"I could punch you right now." Sam glared at him.

Dean's phone rang in his pocket and he tried to fish it out from his pocket so the ringing doesn't wake Addy. He pulled out his phone saw the caller ID.

"It's Lisa, could you hold her for me?" Sam rolled his eyes and took his niece from him. Dean walked a few steps away and then answered the phone.

"Hey, uh everything okay?"

"You tell me, Dean, are you okay? You said you'd be back by morning." Lisa asked softly.

"Yeah we uh... kinda ran into trouble." Dean replied vaguely.

"Are you okay? Who's we?" Lisa was worried.

"Me, Sam, Y/n and Adeline."

"Y/n and Adeline? Are they okay? What happened?"

"They're okay...now. Sam and I we got here in time."

"Dean." Lisa sighed.

"What?"

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah I'm aware but it'd be nice if you'd elaborate." He chuckled.

"You're being an idiot, you're suffering and you're making them suffer. They're your family, they need you. And you need them just as much."

"Lisa.." Dean started but she interrupted him

"Dean, Adeline needs her father, i know how y/n feels, its hard watching your child grow up without a father, nobody would know better than me." She spoke softly as if talking to a child. "Think about Addy, Dean. It'll scar her for life knowing her father didn't choose her, when he clearly had a choice." Dean turned and watched his daughter sleeping in his brother's arms. The line went silent for a few seconds when she called his name.

"Yeah I hear ya."

"Think about Y/n, she loves you, you're crazy about her. I know what you're doing, Dean. You're deflecting, running away. It's not going to get you anywhere." Dean sighed knowing she's right. "Ben and I are safe Dean. You made us move, we started a new life, we're happy. its about time you do the same. Chase your happiness."

"You're right I guess." Dean let out a breath. "I don't know what to say."

"You could say thanks." He could hear the smile in her in her tone. "And do all of us a favour and stay there."

"Yeah, thanks Lisa." He smiled and hung up.

He walked back towards Sam, and huffed while plopping down beside him.

"What's up?"

"Uh Lisa kinda kicked me out." Sam gave him a bitch face which clearly said, im-not-in-the-mood-for-your-shit. "Well she told me I'm an idiot who's making everyone's life miserable."

"I'm not sure she said that but I totally agree with her." Sam replied.

Before Dean could reply Y/n emerged from the hallway into the living room, she looked fresh but tired. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a loose t shirt and some shorts.

"I'll take her." She said gesturing towards Adeline. "Sam, some of your clothes are in the guest bedroom, you can freshen up." The aforementioned man nodded and looked at his brother with a we'll-talk-later look. She watched Sam leave and turned to Dean. "You can use my bathroom, if you want. I'll order something."

"I'll wait till Sam comes back. Not leaving you here alone." Dean replied watching her as she ordered food.

After Sam came back, Dean went to shower, he didn't have his clothes with him so he had to make good with Sam's clothes. Which were a bit oversized for him. After dinner Sam promised he'd clean up and insisted Y/n retire to her room. Adeline was sleeping soundly in her crib.

"I'll be there in a minute." Dean called out behind her, feeing the need to reassure her. God knows she needs it. She nodded and left wordlessly.

"So what exactly did Lisa say?" Dean filled Sam in with conversation he had with Lisa earlier.

"I don't know how someone like you ends up bagging such wise women." Sam wondered out loud. Dean glared at his younger brother but didn't comment on it. "So what you gonna do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"You want to me to go in there and tell her that the woman I lived with kicked me out so I need her back?" Sam swore he could throttle his brother and he even moved his hands to wrap around his neck but stopped himself.

"Is that how it is?" Sam asked and Dean immediately shook his head. "Then her exactly how it is! You idiot." Sam rubbed his hand over his face. His brother might be a genius when it comes to monsters but he's a nutjob when it comes to feelings.

Y/n watched Dean's silhouette enter the room and drag a chair beside the bed. It was completely dark except for the moonlight peeking in through the window.

"You really don't have to." Her voice quiet in the dark, he stopped his actions as he heard her voice. "That chair would be uncomfortable. Get in the bed."

Dean didn't say anything but got under the covers beside her. Ten minutes passed in silence and again Y/n spoke up,

"Dean I'm trying to sleep." He looked at her in confusion.

"I'm not even doing anything." He replied.

"The cogs in your brain are too damn loud. Stop thinking." Y/n murmured. Dean sighed shifting on the bed. "Talk to me." She said propping her head on her elbow.

"It's.."

"Nothing." She completed. "I've heard that before." He peered up at her face, her expressions unreadable.

"I don't know where to start." Dean said staring at the ceiling.

"Whatever comes to mind." Dean took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I'm sorry." His eyes flickered to her face. She was patiently waiting for him to continue. "I am so sorry for being a mess. I..I ruined us, I was a coward. I'm sorry for hurting you. I know keep saying that, I keep trying to push you away because i want to you to be safe. I hate that I couldn't protect you or Addy." Dean felt himself tearing up.

"Dean, you keep pushing us away, why do you think its the only way? Maybe if you hadn't left we could've been safe. You could've protected us. You can't keep assuming you being with us is a bad thing unless you try, how bad could it actually be? I don't think anything could be worse than what happened today."

"I know that now, I just love you so much. I know I don't deserve to ask anything from you but if you could give me another chance, I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you."

"What about-"

"They'll be fine." Dean answered before she could even ask. "I am done running, I want to own up to my mistakes. I wanna be with you, and Adeline, where ever you two are. I want to save you, from every bad thing out there."

"Dean, you don't need to save me," she whispered looking at him. "But would you run away with me?" She grinned at him. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

He smiled at her. "We could do whatever you want, I'm okay with everything as long as you're mine. We could take it slow if you want."

"We've already wasted so much time. I don't want to take it slow. I know you're it for me." His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, they just as soft as he remembered. Their lips clashed against each other, tongues fighting for dominance. She pushed herself up to straddle his waist but he pushed her back on the bed, hovering above her.

"As much as I want to," he breathed heavily. "You're hurt."

"Dean."

"Baby no. I promise I'll give you whatever you want but just heal for me first." She nodded and he pecked her lips laying beside her. "Sleep now." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

The events of the day finally caught up to her and she was drifting into deep slumber. The next morning she woke up she half expected the bed to be empty but when she opened her eyes, she was met with bright green eyes already looking at her.

"Good morning." Dean smiled.

"Morning." She snuggled closer to him. She was more relieved than she'd like to admit.

"You sleep good?" She hummed in response wrapping her arms around his torso. He chuckled pulling her closer.  It was suspiciously quiet and Y/n wondered how Addy hadn't woken up yet or in the middle of the night. She shot up her position on the bed and winced when she felt pressure on her stitches.

"Hey what's wrong?" Dean asked. She didn't answer and walked towards the crib which was empty.

"Dean, Addy." She gasped, tears brimming her eyes.

"Baby calm down, Sam has her." Dean told her and she walked out of the room sighing in relief when she saw her daughter sitting on Sam's chest and slapping his face with quite force if she may say so. "See she's okay." Dean said wrapping his arms around her from behind. She nodded relaxing in his arms. She turned her face to kiss him and he didn't hesitate to kiss back.

"Are you two always going to be this gross from now on?" Sam's voice made them pull away.

"Yes." Y/n replied.

"I'll go make breakfast." Dean said walking into the kitchen but Y/n pulled him back and kissed him, tongue and all. Sam made puking noises. They pulled away and Y/n smirked at Sam and he rolled his eyes at her.

"I think Addy and I should go to the park. I don't want to sit here and watch cheap porno." Sam sassed.

"Aren't you brutal these days, Sammy." Y/n pouted at her best friend.

"He actually is." Dean yelled from the kitchen.

"What so now you two are going to gang up on me?" Sam scoffed playfully.

"No, but Sam something is weird about you. And no I'm not talking about your height." Y/n replied with a smirk.

"Try being surrounded by dumbasses all the time." Sam retorted. "I am just tired." He rubbed his face, still holding Adeline firmly. "Do me a favour and pack your stuff." Sam added.

"What for?"

"You're not staying here, not anymore." Dean said coming out of the kitchen. "Breakfast's ready."

The three of them walked inside the kitchen where Dean has sit up food on the counter. Coffee, waffles and eggs. Sam poured himself as cup of coffee, Adeline still in arms who was now biting and drooling over his shoulder.

"And who decided that?" Y/n asked taking a sip of her coffee.

"We did." Sam shrugged.

"Sam we've had this conversation before, I told you Addy isn't going to grow up in this life. I want her to be normal. I am out for good." Y/n said with a scowl on her face.

"And that's how it's going to be." Dean replied. "Just not here, we'll find a new place for us. You're out and no one's dragging you back, I promise." He added softly.

"I liked this place." She pouted. Dean let out a laugh and kissed her pouty lips.

"We'll find an even better place, okay?"

"One moment of peace." Sam hissed. "Is all I ask for."

"Suck it up, buttercup." Y/n teased.

"Cmon Addy, let's go somewhere we're loved." Sam said to the baby who just stared at her uncle.

"Aye gigantor, give me my baby." She said making grabby hands towards him. He rolled his eyes but place Addy in her arms nonetheless.

"By the way... I forgot to ask." Sam started. "Why were you half naked when we found you?"

Y/n choked on her waffle and avoided looking at either of the men.

"You okay?" Dean asked handing her a glass of water. She took it gratefully and nodded. Sam raised his brow at her and she wanted to murder him right there.

"Uhm you see the moment he came here I knew he was a shifter."

"How?" Dean asked.

"Because he came in as Sam and i had just gotten of the phone with him and Sam told me there's shifter in town collecting his babies." Y/n replied making the other to nod, urging her to go on. "I assumed he didn't know the relationship between us, he just came here because he saw you coming here so I thought..." she trailed off awkwardly.

"You thought that you'd seduce him." Sam replied with a grin, ready to tease the wits out of her. She glared at him in return.

"Hey, not my fault the XY chromosome is stupid like that, be it a monster or human. I took my top off he got distracted enough for me to stab him." Y/n replied defensively. The two men laughed at her words.

"That might actually be true." Dean added shaking his head.

After breakfast the three of them packed all of y/n and Adeline's things and stuffed it into Sam's car. They had Sam run to store and get a carseat for Adeline since y/n didn't have a car and never needed one. After strapping in they drove to their destination. But had to make a quick stop at Lisa's to get Dean's stuff and obviously his other other baby, The Impala. It was quick but a pleasant meeting.

"Oooh I missed baby." Y/n said walking over to the Impala and sitting in passenger's seat.

"Hm she missed you too." Dean replied getting behind the wheel after strapping in Adeline. "I've got three of my best girls here, aint I a lucky man?" Dean marvelled at the sight.

"Even after years, I'm still competing with a car." Y/n sighed playfully.

"There's competition, sweetheart." Dean looked at her lovingly. "No one can take baby's place." He added playfully.

"Dean Winchester, you're annoying" She swatted his arm lightly. He pulled her in a for a kiss.

"Don't worry baby you're my number one." He mumbled against her lips. The ringing of Dean's phone made them pull apart.

"Are you two done making out in the car because I'd like to get there before dark." Dean heard Sam's irritated voice from the phone. He just chuckled, hanging up he revved the engine to life and they drove off.

A knock of the door made Bobby look up from the book he was reading. He wasn't expecting anyone so he grabbed his gun before walking towards the door. He aimed the gun and then opened the door. He rolled his eyes and put the gun on the table beside the door. It was Sam and Dean.

The old man went back inside and the other two followed. Y/n was hidden behind their tall frames so he didn't see her. The three of them went inside. Dean carried the carseat in which Adeline was napping.

"So what do i owe this pleasur-" Bobby stopped mid sentence as he saw y/n, a few cuts and bruises littered over her face.

"Heya Bobby." She hugged the old man.

"What happened?" He asked and they filled him in. "All that happened and you couldn't give me a call?" He said frustratedly. "Are you three ever going to let me live peacefully.?"

"I don't think so, no." Y/n chuckled. Sam and Dean nodded their head along with her comment.

"Oh dear, you're the only sane person in this family." Bobby said picking Adeline from her car seat.

"Yeah just about until she doesn't start walking on her own." Dean smirked. "Insanity is in the genes, Bobby." He added sarcastically.

"Out of my sight." The old man replied.

"Don't worry about that, we'll go house hunting tomorrow." Y/n said excitedly.

"What you didn't learn your lesson this time?" Bobby asked rolling his eyes.

"All I want is Addy to grow up in a normal house and a normal life and that's not gonna happen in a house filled with guns and thousands of lore books." Y/n said exasperatedly, gesturing to all the books around her.

Nobody spoke after, an unsaid agreement was made. The next morning y/n and Dean went to look for available houses. They agreed to stay in Sioux Falls, Dean insisted it's safer to be close to Bobby's, just in case something happens when he's away.

"I can't believe it." Y/n whispered as she and Dean signed the lease of their new house.

"Can't believe what?" Dean asked.

"This, us, all of it." She replied looking around the house.

"I know baby, feels surreal." He walked towards her and kissed her. "But this is us, now."

"Yeah. You think Sam will like it? And Addy?" Y/n asked him with hopeful eyes.

"They'll love it." He wrapped an arm around her.

A month after moving in their new house, it was peaceful. This was the closest to being normal Dean felt. He was being the most amazing boyfriend to y/n and even better father to Adeline. One morning Dean decided to wake his girl with kisses and breakfast in bed, y/n groaned pushing him away.

"Five more minutes, D." She mumbled. He hovered above her and peppered her face with kisses. She blinked her eyes open. "I could get used to this sight." She smirked dragging her nails across his bare chest. He chuckled as she pulled him down and purred in his ear, "I think you owe me something, now that I'm completely healed." Dean let out a laugh and nipped at her jaw and dragged his nose along the column of her neck, leaving soft kisses.

"DEAN." Sam burst into the room and the older brother jumped off of the bed. Y/n was clothed but still pulled the covers to her chest.

"Sam what the fuck?" Dean growled at his brother.

"Uh I found a case.." Sam replied sheepishly.

"You found a case.." y/n drawled and her eyes landed on the clock beside her bed. "It's six in the morning." She groaned.

"Yeah I had a long night." Sam replied. "People are dropping like flies, Dean. We have to go." His words held urgency and Dean sighed.

"Can't you wait for like two hours or something?" Dean asked irritation lacing his voice.

"Dean people are dying in really weird ways." Sam pressed.

"You should go." Y/n spoke from the bed.

"Baby.."

"Dean.." He shrugged in defeat.

"Alright I'll meet you by the car in 20." Dean said to Sam who nodded and left the room.

"You go get ready and I'll check on Addy." Y/n got up and pecked his lips pushing him towards the bathroom. She walked to the crib placed in they their room, she still wasn't comfortable leaving Addy alone in the nursery. She watched her sleep peacefully. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and she melted into the embrace.

"You've been staring at her for like ten minutes, it's creepy, sweetheart." Dean murmured in her ear.

"Shut up and get your ass moving." She replied playfully. "I wanna lock the door and sleep some more."

"Too eager to get rid of me?" He smirked.

As if sensing her father's departure little Adeline woke up from her slumber and started wailing loudly. Dean immediately picked up his baby in his arms and hushed her while gently rocking her. "Daddy's angel woke up to say bye huh?" That didn't make Adeline feel any better and Dean didn't feel like going anymore. "Awe baby I'm sorry." He cooed. "What do you say we let Uncle Sammy go on his own?" Dean suggested.

"Dean.." y/n said in reprimanding tone. "I know it's hard but we'll be here when you get back, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded and kissed Adeline's head. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it, be good for mommy okay angel?" Y/n took Adeline from him and followed out to the door. Dean opened the door and turned around, "you be safe. Anything happens you call me or head to Bobby's okay?"

"Yes don't worry about us and focus on the job, don't die okay?"

With one last kiss, Dean walked out of the door. Y/n waved at Sam who was impatiently waiting by the car. She closed the door and double locked it once they drove off.

The day went by just as how it goes usually. It was around nine pm when Dean called her. She answered the phone almost immediately, eagerly wanting to know all about the hunt. As Dean filled her in with all the adventures the brother's went through, she listened eagerly. She missed hunting, she missed the the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins but all above that she loved Adeline. And she wouldn't risk anything happening to her.

"I'm just glad you two are okay and the hunt went well." Y/n said as Dean finished speaking.

"Yeah. Can't wait to be back with you and Addy." He replied. He paused for a minute he spoke again. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

"For what Dean?"

"For giving my dumbass another chance. For putting up with me over the years. For loving me. I can't ever make up to you for hurting you how I did but-"

"Dean, it's all in the past. I forgave you. Even if it may be a little selfish on my part but I want you. I've always wanted you. So just forget about it." Y/n replied, assuring him that they're way past whatever happened.

"I don't care if you're being selfish, or if you want to use me. Just know that I'm your problem now." Dean chuckled. "I'm at your disposal. I love you."

"No chick flick moments, De." Y/n giggled over the phone and Dean rolled his eyes at her even if she couldn't see. "But I love you too. And I miss you too much, so hurry your ass back home." Dean let out a laugh at her commanding tone.

“I’ll be home soon. You take care of yourself. Kiss Adeline goodnight for me.” Dean replied before hanging up.

Things have finally changed. For better.

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[heartfeltcherie]

hiya! I wanted to know if you could either do

A) An Alastor x G/N Reader angst thing where he’s having a 🤩mental💕breakdown🤞 and just…sobs to them while hugging them kinda? Idk I’m just feeling like a comfort/angst mood rn

OR

B) Platonic headcanons of Lucifer x Teen!Reader where he basically adopted them.

IF YOU CANNOT THAT IS AOK, IM JUST BEGGING YOU PLEEEAAASSSEEE

— i kinda went a different route but i hope u enjoy nonetheless!

☾. °.   ࿐  ` , •

the battle wasn’t supposed to end like this.

alastor was the one who should’ve killed adam. alastor was the one who was supposed to to leave a mark on that disgusting angel.

but here he was, sat on the floor in his beaten up radio tower, his wound open and leaving itty bitty cirlces of blood where he previously walked. he was rethinking his steps; how could i have possibly lost that?

he was distracted.

not only when his precious staff broke, but the entire time he was going back and forth with adam… he was thinking about you.

where were you during the fight? were you okay? were you hurt? you were still alive right?

you’re his darling doe, of course you’d still be alive.

because if you got hurt, or somehow ended up dead, he’d be ready to hunt down those idiotic extermination angels and use their screams in his next broadcast for everyone to know that-

“alastor?”

his eyes are wide and he didn’t even realize he was tugging on his hair, his face damp from… tears? what is this? he doesn’t shed tears, only his selected victims do. he stiffens up, takes his fingers out of his hair and stands up.

it hurts. the gash hurts. but he won’t let his face show it.

but you already know.

“mon cher… you’re alive. i knew my little doe would make it through” that’s a lie, he didn’t. he just hoped you would- is that a bruise around your eye? and a scar on your cheek? those bastards.

“i needed to. i had to get back to you, somehow”

oh, how his heart flutters at your little statement.

“oh, my dear…” alastor puts a gentle hand on your face, examining the bruise and scar at a closer angle. “they hurt you. i’m terribly sorry i wasn’t there in your defence” you put your hand around alastor’s wrist. “you don’t need to be sorry, al. you were busy with more important things” he hums. “to me, nothing is more important than you, doe”

you smile softly up at him. then your eyes trail down his body and the smile is quickly replaced with a frown.

“alastor, you’re bleeding! oh my god!” a surge of panic goes through you, acting as if your beloved deer demon might pass away in your arms if you didn’t act quickly. alastor chuckles, trying not to wince as he does so. “my dear, no need for all the dramatics. i’m perfectly fine! hardly a scratch!” you squint your eyes at him — now was not the time for his antics.

“if you don’t make bandages appear right now, i’m not gonna have tea with you in the morning for the rest of the week”

alastor rolls his eyes but complies nonetheless, snapping his fingers as some bandage rolls appear out of thin air. he hands you them; he’ll be even more damned if he doesn’t get to spend his morning quality time with you.

“sit” you notion to the chair he usually sits in. he follows your instructions as you kneel in front of him to get at a better angle.

you begin to put the roll of cloth material around your beloved deer demon’s wound, making sure it’s not too tight but also not too loose. you look up every once in a while to see his beautiful irises already looking at you and suddenly your fingers become clumsy and your a blushing and shy mess.

“nifty killed adam, by the way” you pipe up. “ahh, the little one finally got to stab something other than bugs” you finish wrapping the bandage around him, securing it with the clip it came with.

“it’s a good thing she did, otherwise i would have. when your shield broke, everyone… i thought… you were”

“dead?”

you don’t say anything, continuing to look at a nice piece of floor board that you suddenly thought was interesting while you were still kneeling on the floor in front of alastor. he uses his pointer finger to tilt your chin up.

“my dear. my darling doe,” all those pet names made your face feel like molten lava — and you’re sure you looked the part, too. “you should know that, of all beings, adam wouldn’t have been able to kill me. he’s far too messy and lacks control”

“but your wound? he got to you”

alastor stands up from his chair, putting his hand out for you to take. of course you do, and his hand is nice and warm compared to yours as he guides you up off the floor. he’s still holding your hand as his thumb glides over your knuckles in a soothing manner.

everyone would call you crazy if you said the feared radio demon was gentle with you; so soft and careful. but the butterflies in your tummy and the flutter of your heart says that it was all meant to be… for you.

“that’s hardly a topic of conversation, mon chérie. a worthy discussion, if i may,” he puts his empty hand, that isn’t holding yours, up against your cheek, cupping it. he uses his thumb on that hand to gently caress your skin. “is how… ravishing… you still look. even after the tell tale signs of a battle” you can’t help but to lean into his touch.

“and there you go, changing the topic of conversation, again” you sigh, eyes half lidded. “i don’t hear any complaints from your end” you shake your head because no… there wasn’t anything to complain about.

“not one bit, al. not one bit”

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[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

here's you silly chronic pain (or related things) post about one icarus morningstar because i have one braincell -

their legs hurt a lot; like it's pretty much a constant thing, usally one hurts a lot more than the other - I think probably their right one. I think this one is most because of how they fell so much during the resets - while they might been reset I think it definitely still left a pretty bad mark on their body. this is also made so much worse whenever they walk for extended periods (like . being in the Worldport. and pacing. you know.)

they are. so bad at stairs. his ass is so so bad at stairs. he tries his best but also. (relating this back to my fic - there's a reason Centross says he can walk them down to Isla's door! and there's also a reason for the railing comment! they rely on either him, or a railing to keep them from falling as they try to go down the stairs. walking normally is fine bar the pain, but stairs are in fact their worst enemy /silly)

shaky hands . they get tremors. as a treat. their hands are also like- so bad at picking up on certain touches cause of all their scars. (They can also get really tender and stiff - thankfully they have a boyfriend's hand to hold that makes that all (somewhat) better <3) also they hurt sometimes because. guys that so many scars and also a lot of scars on joints like there is no way it *doesn't* hurt sometimes. also also enderian fucking with their mind and that by proxy messing with their hands and stuff (I feel like they also get really bad brain fog sometimes because of corruption but . that's fizzled out after centross died and now it's mostly just a lot of disassociating)

I also think their back scar(s) hurts a lot/often - especially during like the end of summer fall kinda months. when they get their wings back after quixis it honestly gets better on terms of it (mostly because they're less focused on the pain)

also also chronic fatigue and just constantly being exhausted. like definitely after centross' death but *especially* after coming home from being Quixis. they kinda just struggle through it, getting up and doing things but they're pretty tired practically the whole day unless they're really excited about it. (They have been known to sleep for days at a time both before and after and event if it is particularly big, gotta get that rest in.)

I think the lightning doesn't cause constant pain but it does give them some bad flare-ups and spasms periodically

the wack . oh the portal . okay so ; eye definitely hurts sometimes - which in my opinion is probably more psychological than it is an actual pain ; portal wise - I do think fenris did leave a scar under the portal, but like. ic wasn't aware of it until coming back from being quixis, and while I don't think that one gives them issues, I do think the portal left an effect on their breathing. Kinda like the sculk but to a lesser degree, and also *mostly* psychological - Icarus is very careful about how they breathe after the portal goes away because they don't want it to hurt again. they can take mostly full breaths but it's not like. complete.

anyway . im so normal about them

[itsraven0v0]

YANDERE!KARUSER HCs

Note: as i said before, im terrible at writing yanderes. its mostly because im not a huge fan of it?! especially with characters i think would never fit in the role and Krauser is one of them. HOWEVER in a different timeline maybe, he'd make one hell of a f*cked up yandere.

i devided this into two sections (pre!javier krauser and post!javier krauser). enjoy~

comments and feedbacks are always appreciated:>

. PRE!JAVIER KARUSER .

you two met on one of his day offs when he was doing his routine jog and now he is EVERYWHERE!

like you can even see his iconic slicked back blond hair from the corner of your eyes.

you aint getting rid of him, you also aint getting a confrontation either!

i think back then he had more fucks to give so he kinda wanted to play it safe and approach you little by little

but when you where walking home alone one night(ffs dont do that) you got yourself in danger and then boom! this man appears outa nowhere and starts kicking their asses.

well that caught your attention and made you wanna give him a chance. what could go wrong, right?

oh you fool...

you aint getting outa his house anymore.

im pretty sure he has a single cabin in the woods that he has for the day offs he gets, so good luck runnung away.

not that you could if it was an apartment anyway.

this guy will hunt you down and drag u back. you will be his little canary or some shit.

. POST!JAVIER KRAUSER .

oh boy...

unlike the previous version, this man is too tired to give a fuck about playing it safe.

you two met at a bar where he was drowning himself in self-loathing and alcohol.

and as your obsession with military men with scars on their faces (and the alcohol) kicked in, you thought what better than to help him. right?! ahah...

look i aint judging you, thats literally me. ok??

you helped this man get his ass home safe from the bar and guess what? he was drunk and invited u in and u TOOK IT!

you helped him lay down, took his injured hand when he was having nightmares, made him coffee and everything OF COURSE HE WAS GONNA FALL FOR YOU!

your soft hands felt so good on his when he woke up only to see you fallen asleep besides his bed.

you appeared like an angel in his miserable life for a moment and from that morning he gave everything just to have your soothing presence in his life.

but soon this turned into something alarming.

he would confront you all of a sudden like: "be with me."

and if you refuse? well you can't. this man can turn on threatening mode real f*cking quick and this terrifies the sh*t outa you.

he'll keep you like a pet. attend to you good and make sure you are okay and happy but he also thinks the moment you walk outa his door smth is gonna take you away from him so say goodbye to outdoors.

he is so sad please be nice to him...i mean he technically gonna take away all your freedom but did you even have any to begin with?

enjoy you life with him while it lasts. and also enjoy knowing nothing about him. also enjoy meeting Wesker :D

that mf can and WILL pay u a visit just to scare Jack into doing what he's asking of him.

one day you ran away just to find out what he has been doing, who is he and who's that asshole that wears sunglasses indoors. And you saw smth that made you heart race in both fear and attraction(you weird f*ck! dw me too)

there he was testing his las plagas form. all monstrous and bloody. you took a step back in fear and the sound made him spot you. man he was terrified you were gonna run away. but nah!

you into that so you stayed.

you are gonna be so sad when he dies...

you think u can prevent that? try your best!

whooowhi!

thats the most yandere yall are gonna get outa me. hope that satisfied you anon who asked that.

ALSO i might wanna start a second page to write about other stuff [like mortal kombat :D] so i'll share it here too.

[polaris-likethestar]

you drew stars around my scars (and now im bleeding)

alriiiight tonights fic is completed here u go !! (really quick its basically what if rio didnt break away from the almost kiss)

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Rio knows this is a bad idea. She knows she should stop her; she should say something, she should do something. Something to be a better person. Agatha deserved better. She saw the way Agatha looked at Teen. Rio knew what she saw. She saw Nicholas. Whether or not Agatha truly thought that was her son or not was beside the point, it was dangerous either way. Agatha was going to get hurt. And it wasn't her fault, not really. It was Rio's fault. After all, that's what she's always done. Hurt her. She made so many promises to her, she always did. But they were just empty promises, stuff she couldn't keep. She wishes she would've kept them.

She feels Agatha cradling her face, leaning into her touch. Rio's leaning in too, like it's a routine. It used to be. A long time ago it was. She knows she was stop it, should call it off but she doesn't. She doesn't want to. She sees Agatha leaning in for a kiss, and she just goes for it.

It's not like it's gonna last between them. Might as well just have some fun with it.

𝑻𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅

She felt Agatha's hands in her hair, softly carding through it as if she was something fragile, at this point she probably was. "I miss you." Agatha murmurs against Rio's mouth, and as happy as she is, all she feels is terrible, terrible that she's just leading Agatha on, letting her believe that they could be happy, letting her believe that maybe, somewhere, somehow, Teen could be Nicholas or some sort of makeshift version of him. She didn't want to allow Agatha to think that. But she was never strong enough to say no, not to Agatha, never to Agatha. She wasn't strong enough to deny her, even if it's just for a night. Maybe tomorrow she'll tell her, just to clear things up.

(She knows she won't, she wouldn't, but for now she'll just let herself believe that she would.)

"Missed you too." Rio nodded, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "Missed you a lot."

Agatha looked at her, sadly smiling, in a way that said 'dont worry, i get it.' What exactly it is that she got, Rio didn't know. Rio herself didn't get anything that was happening, how could Agatha?

So she just hummed softly and kept kissing her, as if that would make anything easier, maybe it did, just a little bit. "I thought about you a lot." Agatha pulled away, gently resting her forehead against Rio's. I meant it when I asked for a truce, I really did. I don't want to fight. Not now, not-" "Okay, truce." Rio cut Agatha off. She couldn't let her finish the sentence. Agatha looked confused but nodding anyways. "Alright, good. That's good." She said quietly, almost as if it was more to herself than to Rio.

"We should go back." Rio slowly exited Agatha's embrace but was pulled back. "No, just two more minutes." She said. Rio saw the look in Agatha's eyes and knew she had to stay. "Please." Agatha asked faintly, as if she was about to cry. "Yeah. Okay." Rio said, trying to match Agatha's softness in her voice. They stayed like that for a little bit, just hugging each other in silence. Rio was content, she was more than content, she was also insanely conflicted. She was a bad person, she thought. Good people don't lead on the people they love like this. Good people don't do bad things to someone and then proceed to take advantage of that person. It wasn't fair.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

Hours later, Rio was lying in Agatha's arms as the other witch was fast asleep. The witches were taking a rest for the night and Rio and Agatha were lying on a pile of leaves because unfortunately they didn't think to recruit a witch with bed making abilities. It was comfortable enough, Rio supposed. She traced hearts around the back of Agatha's neck, her face buried in her shoulder. "I'm sorry" she whispered against her skin, soft enough so she wouldn't wake up. "Baby I'm so sorry."

"I don't think she's going to hear you."

Rio immediately looked up, to see Teen staring down at her. "What's your play here, Rio?"

She just blinked at him, slowly trying to remove herself from Agatha's arms in order to talk to him privately. Eventually she got up and yanked him by the arm. "Come on." She murmured.

They made it somewhere private from the other witches, and Teen just stared at her expectantly. "Well?" He asked. "What's the goal here, Rio? Why are you here? What are you doing and what do you want with Agatha?" Rio rolled her eyes and scoffed, looking elsewhere, trying to act all whimsical or whatever, anything but serious and emotional, anything but sensitive. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rio internally cursed herself for being a usually good liar but falling flat when it really mattered. "I don't want anything to do with her."

"Hmm, sure. Alice told me about the whole storytime situation. Basically confessing your love to Agatha while simultaneously apologizing for whatever happened way back when? Chasing her down after she leaves? Rio, I literally found you alseep in her arms, you obviously don't want nothing with her." Teen gave her a look, and Rio knew he wasn't doing it to be mean or harsh or whatever, but that kid really needs to mind his own business. She wasn't even actually asleep. "Stay out of it, Teen. I mean it." She said, glaring at him and she left, walking away towards to the 'beds.'

"I'm sorry, Rio. Didn't mean to pry. But it's just....I see the way you look at her. You want to gain her trust back. You would die if it meant she trusted you again."

"I would burn down the world if it meant she trusted me again."

Rio shakily exhaled, staring back at Teen. "Didn't mean to snap at you." She admitted. "Good night, Teen. And please, just stay out of this." With that, she turned around and headed back, knowing she wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, their conversation bound to be playing in her head all night long.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕-𝒊𝒇𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑰'𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏' 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏' 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

Teen was right. She would die if it meant saving Agatha, helping her, anything really.

If only one of them makes it out, she's gonna do everything in her power to make sure it's Agatha - and that's a promise.

[rzyraffek]

Hiiii I do like to request slashers with a really calm reader that as a kind and calm aura and talks their way out of situations and for some reason just makes however is trying to fight or attack them vent, cry on their shoulder without even noticing that and when they point that out the reader is just like Isn't that how it goes with everyone? "🤔🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️" (male or G/n reader would be cool🥲)

YAaas😈 Will go will he/him pronouns

Request open as always have fun reading

Micheal Myers

S/o was vibing making tea in kitchen when micheal just spawned in hallway

So he either had to runaway or try to talk him out of this situation

"Eee you want some tea? I heard that the guy that thats chasing(DrLoomis)you isnt very kind isnt he?"(yes yes s/o trying to make micheal wanna kill somone else but not him yess)

Micheal enjoys smell of tea (bruh I love white tea with hint of rose/strawberry) and he for sure would enjoy taste of it but hes shy and nono dont see his face pls.

S/o wont make him vent mostly due him being mute and non comunicative at all but He definitly will vibe and think about how much he would rather be stabing Loomis rn

But ig he wont stab him? S/o makes nice tea, keep up,king, he might come again and again just to lisen him ramble about daily life and steal food from fridge

Brahms Heelshie

This one is opposite of Micheal. Brahms will probably instantly vent and cry. He wil talk about how lonley it was and how alone he felt and how everything was unfair

He will hug him, he wont stop for a while

He accualy never intended to kill him, never but He thought that he has No choice. But now He loves that he didnt kill him!

S/o is a great lisyner and great person to talk to! He is so matture and smart!

Easiest way to calm him down is giving him glass of water or cup of tea AND hugs of course dont forget about hugs

Brahms is a big babi he is emotional he will cry a lot

Asa Emory

"???Qhat you talking about??" Look nothing personal but He came here to like??? Kindap you?? Im mean yeah he would love to tell him how much kindaping people and putting them into huge jars is tiring but like??? Sir?? You gonna be in jar next??

I mean its more intresting than average screaming and begging for help🥰

He will start with "lmao this loozer thinks hes gonna talk me away from killing lol" to "yeah sometimes its so hard you know? Once one of them stabed me and I still have scar :( " and "oh you wanna see🤨😳 i mean yeah?😳" and takes his shirt off

He will kinda forgor he suppose to kill him and just vibes ESPECALLY if s/o likes bugs HE WILL BE LIKE: :D omg u like moths🥺😊? Wanna hold hands😳😈

He will eat his dinner and then ask for recipie

Billy Loomis

This guy already talks more than he should have. One question and he will do a monologue about his traumatic past and everything

Ofcourse not litteraly, he speaks in weird sentences (yall seen the movie) Nothing is said streight forward

He will hug them looking for support and probably falls asleep due to crying and huge amount of emotions

Then he will woke up and think "😳 did? Did I Just got laid? Noo its impossible wtf happened here??? Is he dead or???" " hi billy did you sleep well? Are you better now?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He is shocked, first of all he just vented, second of all he slept on somone with their consent, and third of all ??? He feels better now?? Yep s/o is definitly a wizard, yep no way it could possibly help, he just did some magic

Thomas Hewitt

I- Im not sure He ever expirienced somone just being nice, just being nice, without some plan to gain anything from it, without hint of manipulation or plan to use him

He wanted to kill him but He Thomas acually felt guilt, he didnt seem to deserve it. He helped his friends even when he himself was in danger.

Thomas broke when s/o started talking. Again Thomas is mute he wont magicly start speaking like eminem RapGod song

But he will akwardly hold his hands together and be shy (Thomas is shy guys)

S/o just seems to understand him so well

He wont kill him and he probably will be like "Luda🥺 theres this little goblin creature in our basement can we keep him💖" "No way in hell imma-" "he knows how to cook and do chores!" "Yeah sure we can keep him"

Cool his alive now!

Now just preapre for being thomas therapist for rest of life

Hopefully u like it, didnt really have idea what to write

[shiocreator]

[blasts through the door so that unrealistic 3d blocks aimlessly and slowly float around as dust particles]

If I may-th impead on your domain. I ask-th, if you may, tell me about either most angst ideas you've ever had with OC x canon or the "kicks feet and giggles" sweet type ideas

I saw ur post n Tumblr said nah so I came here.

ANJJKNSKNJS

Ok So....

The Beauty that is scarlette is.

She has so many fucking issues man every SINGLE ship ive put her in has been slowburn strangers friends to lovers in some form cuz i genuinely cant imagine her one day getting randomly into a relationship in like, a blind date way.

SO A LLOTTA THE ANGST CAUSE IS JUST *HER DENIAL* AND AVOIDANCE, i quite frankly LOVE using misunderstandings with her in particular cuz she is so avoidant, she stsrts to avoid her crush and loses friendships that way a lot,

"they'd hate me if they knew i had a crush on them" cuz past trauma of first confession in middle school where everyone already didnt like her and all, and her only friend back then was her "crush", (which might have just been her desperate to cling to the only classmate she thought was a friend) and he just. Slung A lotta insults after she confessed that was the last straw caused her to be how she is

SO EXPLANATIONS OVER HERES THE FUNNY SHIPPING PARTS, read more to spare ppl. Also realizing this isnt just aus but abit vaguely entirely au related in some cases so. Beware

Scarhouse:

Angst; her starting to gain a crush and upon both Madhouse and her pining she realizes this and starts becoming so so *so* avoidant, which makes mike think she hates him now and Robyn has to force them BOTH to confront each other about it in the end (confession time at least happens)

Sweet; i like to think scarlette uses mike as a mattress cuz she can touch ghosts so he CAN hold her, so just cuddling typically on a hot day, wrote a fic n put it on ao3 and i still think its really fun.. touch starved individuals BHFJ

AnxiousGlamour; cant think of angst but the entire dynamic of enemies to friends to lovers with them is so fucking funny to me they yell at each other and insult each other banterly their dynamic before friendship is so funny to me, but lord they genuinely have surprising amount in common, sweet moments wise in my Monsterheart au Scarlette checks on Mettaton cuz ya know. Limbs, and just. They talk. Quiet moment of "you arent so bad afterall." Just quiet moments, Mettaton and her take the boat back to waterfall cuz Scar wanted to say goodbye to Napstablook, before she supposedly died or not. Somber ish moments before she says a "final" goodbye

Now ACTUAL shipping wise? Confession where scarlette is finally okay enough to acknowledge she wasnt get slaughtered or hated by a now at this point good friend just for having a crush, confesses to Mettaton, and "I'll uh, I'm probably gonna be pretty avoidant so i can make the crush go away so im sorry in adva-" "Darling I have been flirting with you for weeks now" "What" hjVKV

MonstrousLiars (okay so NAME CONTEXT. They're both liars. One would think Reigen would be more monstrous cuz ya know. Conman. So figurative 4 him but also hes Really Not. Scarlette is a Literal Monster.): Scarlette nearly dieing to save his and the kids asses which makes her go fully into a kinda adrenalyn fueled shapeshifting moment where she may be a Little drunk off the magic rushing through her veins and afterwards kinda has to be watched over cuz shes not doin great rn,

Scarlette is able to sense curses but not see them (ie she gets very bad vibes gets pale and goes into a minor cold sweat when too close to one, or gets a bubbling sense of dread with skin prickling etc etc, shes essentially absorbing the cursed energy against her will so her body feels BAD) so she just feels really ill and like shes dieing when she DOES get cursed, walks all the way to the office and collapses concerning everyone.

The ingeneral fact this woman wont let anyone help her with her issues is a great cause of pain for everyone cuz they WANNA help tbh

Sweet moments wise Scarlette at some point finally trusting Reigen enough to just, be a person, joke around abit, get him extra snacks she knows he'll like cuz getting people food is a love language.

Reigen and her having one on one dinners cuz he just wanted to know her better meanwhile shes just. Shes not even here for FREE food shes SHIT at interacting she doesnt even know why shes here but hey. coffee ! ghjFVUHG

Bonus cuz current brainrot is these two. Scarlette learning from Mob and Serizawa how things used to be way emptier and hints at reigen also just kinda, not being as having friends as one would assume he would have,, and Scar being just. Able to see that. Maybe theyre abit more similar than she thought and reachimg out abit.

She's been keeping pretty closed off, so i like to think her noticing Reigen is more similar to her than she would have assumed first, over him noticing it first, seemed fitting here, cuz shes learned bit about him through others, whereas she's been really rather. Not prone to even talking about herself, and the only way they can maybe learn more info bout her is carter or random moments of her hyperfixations pop up somehow

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silly in the meadow info that was never explicitly mentioned in the fic (they may make an appearance later but they just never came up in the Big Boy)

Knives has 5 scars: 2 in his shoulders, one over his heart, and 2 in the center of his thighs. This is pulled directly from the fight in the anime !!! Vash shoots him 5 times

Milly and Knives don't have sex for..... a while after they start their relationship. I have always felt that Knives struggles with both emotional and physical intimacy and has made exceptions for Milly,,,, but sex is... its too much that early on. He almost feels unworthy or scared he'll ruin something or hurt her T-T

Pet names are always hard for me to write bc they seem so cheesy to me. I think Knives refers to Milly by her name for so long, but he does eventually start calling her "my love"

I think milly would use cute country pet names such as: pumpkin, sweetheart, honey, hon, babe. But more often than not she just calls him Nai

I'd like to think that Knives grows his hair out at least once... and Milly just... its almost too much for her. The waves and the black stripe and when he puts his hair up ? RIP Milly Thompson

So there's 5 boys and 5 girls in Milly's family, and they're named in a fun order

Girls in age order

Amy (Amelia)

Ellie (Eloise)

Penny (Penelope)

Jenny (Jennifer)

Milly (Millicent)

Boys

Arthur

Emerson

Phillip

Jonathan

Marcus

I did this bc im from Utah and big families almost always have silly naming conventions hehe

Penny works the farm mostly bc she likes doing it but also bc her husband passed away soon after their daughter was born. Secret little behind the scenes tragedy (his name was Hiro!)

I think Vash and Meryl leave soon after the ending of in the meadow. They probably stay for the next cycle and up until the market... but Meryl is getting anxious. She doesn't particularly like to stay in one spot (and Vash unsurprisingly is returning to his old habits of wanting to wander)

Milly and Knives leave too but idk how far in the future.

@veilder got me thinking about plant ethics because that is talked about in trimax but the squad never gets to truly talk about it in 98, so I love the idea of Meryl and Milly going into journalism and traveling around to report on the sentience and incredible partnership humans have with plants.

Veil also convinced and solidified the idea of the twins becoming plant engineers (?) And traveling with the girls to help their advocacy and show how to properly treat plants !!!

Roberto is Milly’s Mom's brother,,, so Melinda's maiden name is De Niro

Oh ! I have hc heights !

Knives and Vash - 6'2

Milly - 5'11 (nearly 6 feet)

Meryl - 4'11

Wolfwood - 6'1

Meryl knows that Knives' real name is Nai but ABSOLUTELY refuses to use it. She can recognize her privilege

One day, Knives says Meryl's first name quietly to her with this like stupid bratty grin on his face and Meryl is about to go screaming around the lot that Knives said her name, but then Knives says "whos gonna believe you" and Meryl just 💀💀💀 (please refer to this clip)

Knives is the little spoon (most of the time)

This will become evident with a one-shot I've written, but when Knives has night terrors or panic attacks he just crawls up on Milly and lays his head on her heart. It's a steady beat that calms his racing mind (and her body is soft....)

In accordance with recent Tristamp concept art and ideas... the twins are genderless, but are certainly masculine presenting. This means that genitalia is .... different. Please refer to @millionsknives for their sketches

This also means that I don't think bio children are plausible for either couple... and that might be a hurdle that milly has to jump. And perhaps !!! Because of this!!! They do adopt a few kids

It takes Knives a minute, but when he finally feels like Milly's family is his family,,,, all of those nieces and nephews are His Children and if anything happens to them you have Him to deal with.

I do have names, ages, and birthdays for all of the members of millys family lol

I doubt I'll ever write this, but I think one day Knives reveals some pieces of his plant nature to Milly, like wings and feathers and milly is just ENAMORED. He's so pretty already and with the added softness of feathers and wings????? Milly is done for

This is like.... a trigun hc (not just itm) that I have in my mind but the boys have 3 sets of wings. One main pair on their shoulder blades, another medium pair that sprout at their mid back and a small pair at the base of their spine. Some of Vashs wings are damaged bc of the scarring on his back.

I think if there's ever a proper marriage proposal, it'll be under the apple tree. And milly will be the one to propose

I won't reveal too much bc I would like to write this but.... but Knives is there when Milly dies. That is all I will say.

Thank you for indulging me and if I remember more I will be sure to add them lol.

Also ! If you wanna share your own hc with me plsssss do. Stick em in the tags, replies, or my inbox. I will graciously accept them 💖💖💖

[mossfeathers]

HI you can tell me to go away if u wish but I feel like yapping about botw au and you're my target

So I think ur a genius and the other champions would be the other knights of dogwarts so skizz, etho, bigb and then im thinking either impulse removing the betrayal arc bc I just. Don't think it would fit. Or possibly even joel? And then one of the races can be kinda wild dog people? I'm nest bouncing ideas around rn

As for the races one would defintely some sort of flower/forest fairy nymph guys which is where Scott ajd jimmy would come in <3 the desert people may slightly take the place of the gerudo? And idk what species the crastle would be but if impulse is one if the knights maybe he just hails from there..... I don't think any of the actual enemy dynamics would rlly come into play (e.g. desert people VS dogwarts) but maybe there'd be some resentment there for what happened in the fall....

I think ganon might be some kind of watcher type entity? I think that would fit yk

I COULD just toss them into regular old botw but world building is more fun yk. I think the main similarities would b through structure and atory rather than world building but still with similarities in things like the koroks

^ how it feels to get an ask about an au in your inbox (I LOVE TALKING ABOUT BREATH OF THE WILD THANK YOU)

There's always the possibility to just remove one of the champions entirely, but since 4 is a nice number I think having Impulse and keeping him loyal is the best option? If you want to keep his traitor thing, it could be that he was a little bit traitorous (maybe secretly supported Ganon or an uprising from the Gerudo?) in the past, just way before the battle 100 years before Martyn wakes up. Just a tidbit of Impulse backstory.

Joel being the 4th champion just doesn't make a lot of since bc he was allied with the red kingdom for all of 5 minutes or something lmao. I do think the idea of a dog-people race would be cool though! Maybe they live somewhere around the lost woods? I think Joel just being a really really wolf-obsessed soldier (like beetle) that just trains all day and night to join the wolves or fight with the fury of the wolves or whatever (kinda like that torch guy) would be really funny and work equally well tho. Hes just a furry /silly

I think crastle people could be from Lanayru for no reason other than I think it just kinda fits their vibes, but I wanna know what you think since I don't have any strong ideas lol

Flower fairy flower husbands is perfect I think unless there's an animal species that would work for them? I'm thinking that whatever they end up being, Bigb could be the same species since they were from around the same place on the 3l map.

I know you said you didn't really want to play too heavily into the actual team relations, but there's the possibility of having Grian + Scar be part of the Yiga or some au equivalent, being based in the desert and opposing the monarchy and all. Just an idea though, I think we're both just throwing out whatever might work lol.

Ahhhhhhh worldbuilding is so exciting :DDD this au is already taking over my brain

^ little doodle of martyn seeing a korok for the first time

[huraiyra]

HI! TELL ME ABOUT QUARTZ I BEG YOU!

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU NO ONE'S EVER WANTED TO HEAR AB MY OCs *CRACKS MY KNUCKLES*

... Im so sorry I have autism and can't shut the fuck up when I write (essay incoming)

so Quartz is my babygirl and my favourite OC. fun fact he was originally a straight love interest in a CYOA story I was writing on gotoquiz.com in like 2012. how our stories grow with us

Quartz is an emo scene adult (30) with black and white hair that falls over his eyes and he has the all the lip and eyebrow and ear piercings and striped shirts under band t-shirts thing going on.

his edgy boi angsty backstory is that his mom was my worst nightmare ending for myself (forced to get married and have children and hating all of them forever and trying and failing to be a good mom and eventually just falling apart) and so his childhood sucked due to a mixture of neglect, abuse, and having to take care of himself and failing. he had a bestest friend named Hollis, and a little brother named Jade who was the light of his life, until he gets killed in a hit and run bc mom couldn't be bothered to pick him up after extracurriculars. this is Quartz's villain origin story so he ends up stealing his mom's shit and leaving home at age 16 to go off himself or die or whatever the fuck but then he gets possessed by a dude (Edward) who thinks he is pretty cool :)c Edward helps Quartzie murder the guy who killed his brother. Edward is also a 700 year old freak and jackass who ruins his life more by egging him on to steal shit, do whatever he wants (namely whatever drugs he can get his hands on), fight people who bug him, knife himself but not die, and also possessing and unpossessing him and leaving his body half immortal and half mortal (checkered, like his hair).

he goes to check in on his mom one day and finds her dead on the couch (either killed herself or wasted away, unclear) which understandably ruins his life (again) (x4)

after a good decade of alternative highs of possession and lows of freezing on the ground on Canadian winter nights, Edward decides to bring Quartz to a home for other similarly possessed people (my childhood dream of living in a house with a bunch of friends à la Teen Titans) who all love him to bits despite him being broken, moody, violent and dirty. they don't really see him like that, even though that's all he thinks he is. they see a guy who never got to be a kid whose actually really adorable and decent and has cool interests (see: his backpack full of drawings Hollis gave him, stolen metal and rock CDs, comics, tokens from his brother, his 8 pocket knives, etc), who gets excited about new things, who tries to clean up after himself and treat people with respect, and who might shove you but apologizes immediately afterwards.

theres a trans man who takes a lot of naps and gives really good hugs, a magician who accidentally became his mom friend, a strange famous bald girl who likes being as much of a bum as possible, a genius bubbly girl who decides everyone is her bestie, and a genuine and hopeful but miserable man (Dominique) who was just recently possesed and lost his fiance on the way to his uni grad.

Quartz is a deeply scarred human being by this point and wouldn't mind if they ALL blew up and died, and spends a long time running off and ditching them and having some weird toxic friendship with miserable man.

Dominique is weirdly drawn to him even though he's Magna Cum Laude and well-off and never known pain, but he loves how underneath all the jagged edges this guy is genuine and not mean and the way he talks ab things he likes makes him like it too. Quartz is weirdly drawn to what he sees as a melodramatic priviledged bitch who is really smart and cute and sweet and handsome and kind and adorable and nice to me and nice to everyone and I want him to smile forever FUCK.

Dominique uses the magic power he gained from the possession to heal his suffering just a little (through a mind link). Quartz becomes somewhat addicted to this until Edward convinces him it's fake and bullshit and doesn't matter and on the other hand Dominique's benevolent possessor is like are you fucking kidding me your Summa Cum Laude fiance just died and you're mosying it up with this freak and EDWARD??? (theyve always hated Edward) (but never did anything about it to keep the peace) you should be ashamed of yourself

it takes Quartz a LOT of help including having a home and food and peace, having tv and junk food and homemade food, having people who like him and dont hurt him, just being unpossessed and trying to detox and thinking and thinking and thinking and also a chance meeting with the suicide spirit of his best friend Hollis (not chance) (they were looking for him) to make him realise that even if everything in the world sucks and he sucks and pain is eternal, there's no way out of existence and becoming a suicide spirit will just result in endless cycles of rumination and torture and no way out. LIVING on the other hand? it guarantees always another chance for small joy and if there is any source of joy in the world including friendship, he should embrace it. there's no way out so you might as well try to ease your own suffering and enjoy the good. because there IS good

(ps. I spent 5 years writing the scene where he decides he doesn't want to kill himself, because I was going through the same shit, and it finally came to be when I stopped being actively suicidal. unfortunately unlike him I'm still miserable. hey whats my other name besides Sumi again...)

so he tells Edward to fuck off, has a big fight and Edward leaves for good, and then tells Dominique's possessor to fuck off, and it works and they are humbled and apologize and agree to stop being nosy and resume their promise to being kid to Dominique (and by extension, Quartz) forever again.

Dominique and Quartz end up able to talk and get to know each other and Dominique nurtures him and Quartz teaches him to loosen up and they end up little soulmates in that house and get married!!! everyone else is super supportive and love their two new additions, a smart genuine hopeful and loving man who studies a lot like Genius Bubbly, and a jaded but good man who needs a lot of help but is learning to live again

currently my beloved Quartz is taking antidepressants and going to therapy (it's working for him) and spending each day with a friend or reading (my love never finished high school) and chilling with his husband.

ummmmm tl;dr Quartz. I love him and cannot shut the fuck about him. I'm sorry. thanks for reading (or not reading)

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 4: The Meeting

Now that Angel is on his way from the train station towards 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲, this is where it all really begins…

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Hello again, Yes, it's been a few days now, but here I am back, with a long chapter. At the moment I'm really trying to decide whether to continue writing The Genius Story or this. This one is more fun because there's still a lot to come. But away from me for now, and have fun with this chapter...

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The body forms scar tissues to close a wound. Eventually, scars fade. Who knows? With enough time, you might not even remember how you got them.

Angel Pov:

I just did something disgusting... No.... im disgusting

I can still taste the blood in my mouth, and my trousers are a bit wet 'But the walk and being on the run will dry them, what else am I going to do?'

But the hunger...it just hurts so much and I don't know what to do.

It's a long way to Playcare and I'm walking through the dark tunnels of the factory, I can really feel my feet hurting on the tracks so I'd rather walk on the left side of the track for now. So here the staff have travelled to Playcare by train... all together on the train.

It's dark... very dark and I'm not sure if I'm walking in the right direction, but in a couple of hours I should be at the Place 'I hope'.

The employees must not always have travelled so long here with this train thing.

I'm scared

"Life is so fleeting, so fragile. Every breath, I think is my last."

But...There is a light... *Yes* finally a Light its green atleast from what i can tell im going faster. No thats a lie I'm already running there and then I recognise a shape on the wall 'an arrow?' and it points to the right while all the time this tempting light is shining. 'But what if I go straight out?'

No... I think I have to go to the right... so I go right, unfortunately there are no signs here either. I have to make a sharp turn to the right, but as far as I can see 'Not really far' but its as far as i can see right now.

Hm?... The tracks are warm here at the front? Why? The train was missing but all the staff were nevertheless........

With every step I take, the tracks in front of me get warmer, I have the feeling I'm getting close. I almost slip because the tracks are so hot and they suddenly go down into the depths of the underground. That was close, 'I almost fell' why are the tracks falling like this? Is that supposed to drive the train into a wall or is there a reason?

I try not to lean too far forwards as I run down before I fall down here and then Roll down.

What is that?

Oh my goodness

It looks like the train rammed into the station here... There's fire everywhere, and on top of that, there's the excess parts of the coloured train, and the fences on the left and right are already melting because of the fire... But wait a minute, according to Miss Delight, fire only burns when it has air? I can hardly breathe down here all the time?

Did the crash here happen a few hours ago?

No... Impossible, 'I have to look around here' and a door with the red, glowing inscription "EXIT" jumps right into my eye and I instinctively run and stretch my arm out again and land right in front of the door.

"it's not locked...." Strange, normally all the doors in the factory are locked. I don't wait another second and enter the room immediately.

It's only a small room, right next to the door is a hole in the wall with a strange lightning bolt sign, there's a 'locked door?' and a sign on the wall, as if something small had been attached to it. A strong richer comes towards me...

Someone was here

I leave the room immediately... Just thinking about the staff makes me feel sick and I'm already getting a headache. "You're lucky Elliot cares so much about you, otherwise we'd split you into pieces every day and give you to the other experiments for fun." I have to stop thinking about the times 'In the Cage'. I sit down briefly and watch the fire slowly go out on the train.

I think this view is Beautiful, but with the fire going out I can see a little further into the darkness... light!. I immediately get up again and walk a little faster straight ahead. Behind me is still the fire so I can see the further ground a little, I get closer to the light.

It looks like a tunnel, and on the sides there are these lights everywhere... I think the station is on the left.

I'm immediately greeted by a big non-moving Huggy Wuggy stature, 'But why is it grey?' To the left and right are gates you probably have to go through... But something else has my attention right now.

A vending machine with this weird mother toy, labeled "Drinks" is the machine still good?, can I have something...please But because I have no idea, I press the top button straight away. It takes a few seconds, but then a little  voice appears.

"No coin inserted!"

'No' I have to pay for this?

I slowly raise my right arm in front of my eyes, very slowly 'I can do it, I have to'. With my fingers I slowly form little rings 'coins'. But what now? I can't just let my fingers fall off my hand 'can I?'

No, I try to distract myself, I know what i have to do....

I mould my left hand into a pointed shape, as if it were a knife, and slowly rub it over my right hand... 'I have to do this' And with a very quick grind... it is done.

"AHHH damn it...." It hurts, and tears slowly flow out of my Eyes. Its much worse than I imagined. With a thump, the coins fall to the ground, followed by a large amount of blood. I can do this, I just have to concentrate....... 'A New Right Hand' I imagine it...

The soft flesh, the thin skin... the single fingers, 'littered with scars' and then begin to Form it.... After a few seconds I open my eyes. A new right hand, and it looks exactly the same as before...Perfect. I kneel down slowly, to the puddle of blood and my 'coins'.

I slowly pick one of them up and push it into the thin slot of the machine, it takes a few seconds, but then a bottle comes out the bottom. A blue bottle with a picture of Huggy Wuggy, I take it and rip the lid right off. I put the bottle to my mouth, 'and without knowing anything about it, I drink...'

'Water' flows slowly down my dry throat, and for a moment I forget why I'm here, 'or what I'm doing here'. Ah... so refreshing, I feel like I've grown a new skin, 'wait a minute... could I do that?' no the only important thing is to finally have something to drink after weeks.

The bottle is empty very quickly, so I bend down, put it to one side and take another coin from the blood puddle. I insert it straight away and wait a short while, as if the light in my eyes has been completely switched on again. I press it again and wait... 'nothing comes up?'

I bend back down to the blood and take another coin, with fear and confusion I push it back into the opening of the machine, giving it no time and pressing the button for the water again.  'But nothing comes out?!' my heart starts to pound loudly, I press every other button on the vending machine and turn round 'If I don't look at it, maybe something else will come out'. meanwhile I search with my eyes without moving from the spot on the other side for another vending machine... Absolutely nothing.

The only water for weeks and I drink it straight out... 'no...' I don't want to be thirsty and hungry anymore. This feeling that your body is eating itself from the inside and you can't do anything about it. awful

So that means it goes on now... and I thought I could get some kind of supply, 'That's sad' But I really have to go on now, after all, I'm now very close to Playcare at the Huggy statue was a kind of entrance.

Several small passages but with some kind of passages, the moment I want to run against them they start to glow...green.

"Is the power back on?" With my current size I wouldn't have had any problems just walking under it, but well, even better. I have to climb a few stairs again, which immediately reminds me of the pain in my feet and legs 'it has to stop at some point, doesn't it?' But then I see a cardboard cutout. A yellow animal, I don't know exactly because it's already partially covered in dirt.  I press the red button next to it, after all it says "PRESS HERE" with a big arrow pointing to it.

"Hey! I'm KickinChicken! Wanna go outside and hang out?"  'What?' KickinChicken, is that some kind of animal? Chicken was that animal that lays eggs 'wasn't it?'.

"It's lookin' pretty rad outside!" 'Outside?' I've never been outside *or?*. Before I press again, I look around... A big corridor to what looks like a lift, and nothing else... So the lift takes me to Playcare. While thinking, I press the button again, 'there always seems to be something different coming'

"I've... Never been outside before." ? Why, why are you saying that now? I don't understand, my heart starts beating faster and I'm starting to get scared. 'What's next?' but I was too invested in what this cutout had to say.

"Here, follow me. I'll step out first." 'No' I'm not following you, 'I'm Scared' I don't want to push again, but maybe the next statement could be important, but my gut is trying to warn me. But nothing helps as I press the button again....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA" Out of instinct I jumped backwards like a cat, 'That scream’.... what was that? 'What happened? my heart is pounding very loudly and my head is no better, I knew I should have listened to my conscience. oh god.... why did I only press the Button again... I can barely move, out of Shock I never expected that and it really hit me, those screams 'were they real?

My gut is telling me I need to get out of here fast, really fast. So I walk on into the room with the elevator, as I go in I can already see levers on the left and right far behind. Also, the elevator is not open... I've got it! Pull both levers down at the same time and then they open. I stand straight in front of the elevator and stretch my arms perfectly on the levers, the doors open with a loud squeak 'Done' But that's exactly when I hear...

'The squeak of the Metall Dorway?' I run straight into the elevator, make my body even smaller and hide under the seats in the elevator.

"It smells disgusting all over the place, haven't they ever cleaned down here?" The voice of a woman? 'Impossible'

There are survivors? But every experiment has all employees... No, 'maybe she's not an employee at all, but just down here by mistake?' no why should-

I almost jump out of my hiding place when I hear her loud footsteps, 'she's so close' if she sits down now she'll see m-

Bring-bring! Bring-bring!

"Yes Ollie?" 'I cant really see her face but... 'who is she talking to?'

"No... I’m in the Wagon"

Ah so that's what its called, I thought it was an elevator... woah…It starts to move.

I briefly feel like I'm floating, 'this thing is flying in the air!' I've never felt anything like this, like I eigh absolutely nothing Wow. I wonder if I've lost a lot of weight since the last few weeks, I can already feel my bones, So-

"Yes Ollie I see the domes, Playcare right?"  The dome? since when is Playca-

"When I worked here, I was never down here, but I heard some rumors you know, Unbelievable...they were supposedly taking the experiments from down here every month!"

I try not to make any noise, but I can hear the voice behind the plastic thing she's holding to her ear.

"All the children thought they were going to be adopted..... but in reality they were abducted" Ollie? That's a boy, isn't it? but that he survived ? 'Already twice impossible' The children down here were slaughtered first, damn what nonsense, I don't trust this 'Ollie' . He helps this former employee, and he survived too?

Slowly I can see something out of the window, 'dark walls with cables running everywhere. 'Is this some kind of tunnel?

Then I hear a soft beep and the TV comes on. 'What's coming now?

"Hello my name is Elliot Ludwig, when you look around at the world today what one thing do you think it needs more of?"

"huh?" is the only thing the ex-employee says, but if only she knew what Elliot did to every child in Playcare...

"I asked around once money I never have enough understanding I can never get any faith the common man has lost it. each answer was different and I could perhaps see some little truth in it."

"The truth is not appreciated down here anyway" hah?, says the employee who worked in the whole mess here.

There is a slightly longer pause, no display but the picture changes to a picture of Elliot Ludwig, his face has a weird black block on, so you can't see the face.

"but I think each was also missing something something simple you see not one of them could muster a smile a smile is Hope a smile is love a smile is understanding and there is nothing more gratifying to my soul than being the reason for a child child's smile to be the spark that ignites all their hopes and dreams or it is only through hopes and dreams that we may create a better world one where our children need not be afraid one where they are protected after all this company and its toys are nothing without them these children deserve to smile they deserve to love and they deserve a safe home"

Yes, a safe home and love, there was not a bit of that here. But if only employees can go down here, 'Why is there such a lying video on?'

"I really wouldn't have noticed it Ollie, if I hadn't heard it from my work colleagues, I would never have known what was going on down here"

"Oh you don't have to apologize, you'll be there in a minute, see you soon!"

"hear you soon Ollie!" Why do they have so much energy when they talk? Don't they know they're in a hole with no exit?

"that is why it is with enormous pleasure that as the founder of playtime Co I announce play care our very own onsite orphanage but it's not only that it's a school a playhouse a place to belong our very own ecosystem beneath the surface dedicated in every inch and detail to ensuring a child's smile it's teachers and counselors mothers and fathers until such a time they have all of that in you may play care bring joy inspiration and smiles to all who enter these doors for what gives life its meaning if not a smile"

I hardly listen anymore, after all, the view from the window is far too special for that, it slowly goes into the huge dome, directly through the red opening and then I see it again...

"Playcare"

"hmm? SHIT? What was that?" I didn't even realize that I had said it, now she starts to fidget a bit, I have to be quiet and not look. If she bends down or something.... 'What does she do when she sees me?' 'I wont go back into the cage...*Never*.

I don't dare look up anymore, 'out of fear', but then the wagon stops. The doors open again with a loud screech, she doesn't wait a second and gets straight out.

"Im coming to find you" was the only thing she said before I could no longer see her. I don't move for a few minutes, what if she comes back or just waits for me outside? You've never been able to trust the staff down here, and that's not going to change.

I slowly crawl forward and stand up, I'm already hurting all over again, and now I have to shape myself back? 'That will hurt'. And so I shape myself a little taller than before, about the size of a 13-year-old.

But I have to keep going. I Just have to...

The sight of all the Playcare is making my stomach ache, but this is my last chance, so I have to do it. I can see from a distance how the employee moves into the center, but I know this place better. So I go straight to the Playhouse. There was always food there for us, and everyone had fun together. 'Except me'

"The weird kid with the scars", "Patchface" I just didn't want to be alone What did I do to deserve this? I was born like this, 'and I didn't choose it' and also the Experiments….

But it's not my fault....  I've heard from Miss Delight and her sisters that I "look like I've been stitched up." But it's my fault, damn it.

And now I'm standing here... In front of the locked door of the Playhouse

There is a large lock hanging in front of the door, I bring my hand out and lean towards the lock, the exact setup is actually simple, as long as I shape my hand perfectly and turn it once to the right, it should open. And so I do, once slowly to the right.... click The lock falls down.

I quickly open the door and enter the playhouse.

It's dark... I can't see a thing, and I dont remember it like this. There's a light to my right, but if it's true that CatNap is wandering around here, then I see a much better idea, a Vent. It's not on the wall... My Chance.

But before I get in, I have to get smaller. 'It's starting to hurt too much' but otherwise I can't climb through the vent, so off I go to the big pitch and find food.

The vent is small, 'I can hardly breathe and it smells far too much like blood' I just can't think about it. There's still a long way to go and I'm starting to wonder if I'm in the right place. But then I hear something...

"No, I fell asleep and then Hoppy woke me up here!" The voice sounds familiar, but I can't work out where it's from.

"Yes, but we don't know any better Kickin!" 'Kickin?' like kickinchicken?

I lean my head against the ventilation shaft in front of me and try to hear the voices a little better...

"Hey, calm down, if we keep a clear head and trust in each other, we can do it!" 'huh?' trust? 'don't they understand that they're in the last hole?

"And besides, we all have to work together now, then we can do everything, remember?" That voice again, far too confident and it sounds so open, 'I want to keep listening... No, I want to keep hearing that voice'.

"So in theory, we're in a bloody prison, we were powerless and we just woke up here. I don't see any way, really no way to get out of here."

"There will be a way...." A new voice... It's quiet and I could barely make out where it was coming from.

"Finally you say something CatNap, and then you say such touching words....!" Is the person behind the voice serious? 'Or am I missing something?

"Kickin, stop provoking, you know how it ends!" 'A new voice?' How many people are there?!

They're still talking, but I've never heard of any kind of Prison here at the Playhouse before?

I slowly press my hand against the ventilation vent, take hold of it and gently push it out.

Then I stretch my hand until I can 'lay' it slowly on the floor without making a noise. The vent is on the floor, I'm lucky, if it had been on the ceiling I would have had to jump out like that. I crawl out slowly and approach the voices...

Third person pov:

Angel walks slowly and without making any noise near the cells, but he has already been noticed by one of the critters...

"HEY!" Angel probably didn't realize it but he's close to the cells, they can all see him now. Because there is a light above them. In one cell were Dogday,Bobby,Crafty and Bubba and in the other CatNap,Kickin,Hoppy and Picky. Angel heard the shouting and slowly turned to the cell of group one.

"Yeah right you, hey where are we and.... can you help us?" Angel looked a little startled when he finally got a good look at the people, a dog, a cat, a rabbit, a bear, an elephant, a pig, a unicorn and a chicken? No, which he only realized now because he could hear their voices better and could now see them.

They are female, at least the ones he could see, 'What are they doing here, and why are they locked up?

"What are you doing down here?" The first words Angel shared with them, he probably didn't expect to hear a counterattack right away...

"Are you deaf or just blind Patchface! We're imprisoned here!"

"Hey Kickin don't say that!"

"Yeah, that was really mean!"

Angel hadn't really listened to them anymore 'Patchface' was the only thing that was on his mind. He just stared into space until he heard a voice that calmed him down.

"Hey, we're not here to bother you in any way, but you really need to help us...Angel..."

"Angel...?" Y/N just repeated and didn't know why she called him that, the name sounded so familiar....

"Yes, you're the only one who can help us here... so please...become our angel" Y/N stopped standing around and took a step closer to the voice... She is a Dog, she seems like the sun itself with her smile, even though they are trapped here in nowhere for some unknown reason. And her voice... Let's put it this way, Angel could listen to her for hours, and that's really something special with him.

He doesn't know why but he trusted her directly, even though he didn't even know her name. He walked a little closer to the cell and looked into her bright yellow eyes, he really couldn't look away...

"Are you going to help us or not?" It was that chicken's voice again, she's really mean, Angel thought. Hoppy quickly hits her head with her paw.

"Kickin, he's trying to help us here, so just shut up!" Angel was startled when she got a little louder, only two of the critters noticed, DogDay and CatNap, whose name Angel didn't know yet.

"You're a boy, aren't you?..." The Bunny turned to Angel and just asked into the room...

"I think so..." Angel wasn't sure, but it was probably normal after all the experiments, the bullying and everything else. Despite this, he saw Kickin want to say something again, but then remained quiet.

"My name is Dogday, nice to meet you Angel!" She introduced herself by her name, although Angel hadn't yet made a move to get her out of the cell. 'Optimistic'. But Angel slowly crouched down in front of the large cell lock, you definitely need a key for that.

"We don't know where the Key is..." A new voice, Angel turns around and he only sees the Outline of what looks like a purple cat, this is the first time she speaks, her voice.... Is reassuring like Dogday, but Her voice sounds like Safety...

"I just need to…. understand" Says Angel and continues to look at the Lock. the other critters don't understand what he means, but will definitely see it now.

Angel slowly raises his hand and holds it in front of the lock, all eight critters watch him and wait to see what happens. As if his hand wasn't real, the flesh on it deforms... 'Nowhere else' only in front the hand .... and forms a 'key'.

"Hey wait a M-"

Click

The lock was open and Angel took a step back so that Dogday could slowly open the door and take a look at his hand. It looked like it had been crushed, very bloody but it was the moment that made everything perfect in some sense. She stood in front of him, she was taller by far, but that didn't matter...because in that moment he was her angel.

"Hey us too Dude Come on!" Angel walked over to the other door, crouched briefly in front of the lock, He slowly pushed his blood-smeared and bruised hand into the lock and made a small whine, it hurt. Dogday knew he must be in a lot of pain right now. But she let in his space, because his posture and the fact that he barely spoke, reminded her of CatNap.

Click

Angel stands up again and pulls his Mangled hand out of the lock, but nobody is paying attention to him anymore.

"And I thought we'd never get out of here..." Was the last thing that came from Kickin.

"ah Kickin, sooner or later we would have got out of here one way or another."

"Yes, perhaps in corpses."

After the statement there is silence for the time being, Angel stands there like an idiot, turns round and walks back to the ventilation shaft. But before he can bend down and crawl back into the lock-

"Erm... you wouldn't happen to know a way out of here, would you Angel?"

[naachikko]

I just .....it was just a sketch!

(don't worry, i have some in depth context down bellow!)

If you want... maybe too much info, i invite you to click around down there!

So Context! [im going to nerd a lot about the Minecraft skins i have done which are not even the 40% of my wardrobe]

On the discord server i mentioned that, when it comes to playing minecraft i often mention "the grand master's teachings".

(Which if you don't know who the great master is, maybe his teachings will give you a clue)

And for some reason, while playing in a new modded server a friend did my brain started drifting away thinking "what if someone who follows the grand master's teaching gets corrupted?" And i started playing scenarios on my brain about a non corrupted Nachiko (because my skins are variations of Nachiko, what a surprise (sarcasm)) talking with a corrupted one.

[Might be cringe so, strap in]

P: "The only thing that works on this world, it's to treat others like they treat you"

C: "tsk. We must stop this cycle before begins a new"

P: "..... "Those who have treated me with kindness, i shall repay tenfold."

P: "And those, who treated me with injustice, that used me...that hunt me down, that hurt my friends.... i shall repay that injustice a thousand times over"

C: " ha! fear and death are the true and only equaliser on this world. What they shall make, we shall break before it's too late."

[Cringe over(?)]

And then i imagine them monologuing to each other quotes and teaching of the great master before fighting.

Then i started drawing....

And eventually my mind visualised the skin i used (and actually drew) for a .... kinda social//tryhard server i was with in friends.

Against the one i did for a RLCraft series.

Both actually symbolise my two mentalities when i play Minecraft on a server pretty well.

A ready for everything traveler with a liking to being flashy and silly just for the hell of it...

(i was going around with either of these two with a sombrero and dual wielding maracas with my army or crows and a giant pickaxe on the back, everything started with the left skin and eventually evolved in to the swain skin on the right.....which became "Mexican Swain" later.............and it was the birth of Natato btw)

And an adaptive survivor, whom may die thousands of times just because they know the satisfaction of triumph is sweeter than a free victory, respectively.

There was an actual evolution: on this one.

The start: was just Nachiko in a potato sack because the gimmick was to look poor. With stones at the end of the hair thingies and no much more detail.

The middle: was all messy and a deteriorated. Scars with corrupted purple underneath (fun fact, it was in the outer layer so i could take the bandages off to show corruption), burn hair and clothes which where also dirtied and a darker shade of light on the eyes. The potato sack became a potato sack robe and a lose piece if it was used as a belt.

The Epilogue: the potato sack was fixed up with rope instead of ditched for a better robe, the belt became a proper belt and now, the hair decorations came back but now mate out of bronze and there was a shoulder piece added to style the roman warrior (also, bronze became my favorite material on RLCraft for no reason) and the messy hair was kept to show that despite all, the world out the is still wild...

(I love making small details, okay?)

Then i started adding references to my pets on said servers, my army of Crows and my flying hellhound steed (named princess).

... against my boss monster pet the Grue, my three chupacabra (named Lucy, Anais and Marina) and my steed which was a FUCKING POLAR BEAR WOLF HIBRID I NAMED VOLIBEAR.

Then i ....began to add details and... you know how things ended 😅

You can see the duality of a person when the most remember phrase for one side is

"the army of crows shall rise at dawn! We must charge to victory!"

and the infamous

"keep killing me all you want. I will keep coming back, while you have only one. single. life."

It speaks volumes that on the social server i loved all my pets and all of my crows (that i named individually) equally while on the RLCraft server i grew so attached to my Bronze Pike that i named it "Ika" and eventually it became a character in the official Nachiko's lore (yes, a weapon in a Minecraft server became a character) and to my chupacabra pet Lucy which was just small, purple and deadly.

(early concept of Ika as a character, since we are here. It follows the logic of "a lost weapon will be wield by the bond with it's master" which from nerd to normal translates "to "the "soul" in the weapon looks like who owned it" so, i drew her pretty much another Nachiko but with the armor i used there. Also fire ears because damn she cooked enemies up good.)

At the end one thing is clear.

"We" both call for the great master, and "we" both claim that "he demands blood"

... RLCraft changes a man.

(When i was invited to a more social server after RLCraft i was farming nether stars from a lot of withers day 5 (even made a skin called "the wither butcher" because the second thing i did there was cooking).... RLCraft fucked me up good lmao...i was invited to other server recently and i got 5 dragon eggs(yes, 5) 3 days in. Without entering the end, no interaction with mods, no stealing, no cheating.)

(wither butcher Nachiko. Fun fact, Halloween was around the corner so i was prepared with this fancy outfit. Everything was separated by layers. I could take the skulls off and the bandages, bellow those you could see blood and green, putrid hands. Bellow the apron there are some more wither skeletons ribs and on the back you could see a a nether star around the heart area. The idea was to have wither skill as helmet to finish the look. It was a great skin!)

Anyways, sorry for the ummm "lore(?)" Dump??

I hope you liked it and i hope you have a wonderful day or night!

[catnherthoughts]

not doing too well 3/6/23

how wonderful my life is. i get to go through all of this all on my own. i don't think i've ever felt this alone before. yes, i can talk to my friends about my issues but at the end of the day they don't care that much. they can't care enough to fix it. it's whatever, we ball i guess. he walks around and goes about his days. i bet he doesn't even think about me. wow. he just used me for sex. he could have just said that. why lie to me? why manipulate me? i don't think you're a good person anymore. i'm not sure i want to be a woman in business anymore. i'm not sure if i want to be a woman in this world anymore. i don't feel the overwhelming urge to keep living. what is the point? we have no clue tbh. no one knows. i don't feel like there is a point in me being here. then again, if i was meant to kms then one of my 8 suicide attempts would have worked. maybe 9th time is a charm. i am simply so sick of being alive. i do not want to do this any longer and i've been saying this for yearsssss now. just because i'm not ruining my life, im passively going through life day by day, i somehow got into college and am sitting in my macroeconomics course with a 3.3 gpa. i haven't done anything wonderful to continue living, i've just been passing by. i say to myself "lets just get through today and then you can sleep" or "just get through this week and then we can have fun this weekend". whatever. i always find myself becoming a bit nihlistic when i feel suicidal. "it doesn't matter" i chant. because it really doesn't. if someone who doesn't really want to live can get this far then does it really matter. i feel like shit, probably look like shit, and I just want to sleep forever. yet, i have midterms to study for. maybe if i fail my midterms i'll kill myself. oooo. yum. maybe i've jsut been letting life slip past me. i've been staying up really late and waking up mid day. weeks go by so quickly. i wonder who i even am anymore. also i'm sick! coping by kissing frat men is not the way to go. i hope they're not counting on me to be larger than live. live is already large enough to exist in. i hope they don't see me as a person who has it all. the perfect woman. take my spot. take my soul. i am disposable to those who know my all. im shaking. maybe its the coffee? who knows. im a cluster of energy walking through the world. maybe the angel prophecy of cat***** ******** created by someone who once loved me is true. she also left. this is a cruel worldd. the punishment i recieve has to be deserved. if im alive to be beaten down then im ready for the final punch. maybe i can be loved in death. my mom loves me? does that count for something. jesus that woman doesn't even know me. im shaking so much. why did i drink coffee? i wanted to be cool and have energy and be the one ppl envy w my dunkin cup. now my tummy hurts. man. i wonder what my therapist will say today. this is kind of a life or death meeting. maybe she'll give me some words of wisdom that will make me think this life is worth living. its either that or i die. i don't really like passing through life. yk being alive its not too fun. i don't like having to do schoolwork. although i kinda like this class. i should've come to this more often. being up before noon is so odd. its 10 am and im fully awake and i'm living. so many different people exist. i don't think a single one of them can love me. i look so bad today. i dont give sexy like usual, im giving depression. i wonder if when he saw me yesterday he knew i was down. i wonder what to do. how do people go on? these scars of this man might always be on me. that's sad. i feel nauseous. I wish i was a better person. maybe then i wouldn't be so sad. if i was like this girl who is sitting in front of me, with an assignment tracker.someone who goes to all of their classes. she also looks pretty. maybe wasting away my life by sleeping until 3 pm is not the best thing. i hope they're not counting on me. god i really hope they're not counting on me.i can barely do this for myself let alone live up to whatever ideals people have.

Tumblr dot com has it out for me i think. what if i wanted to have a fat blob of text? huh? anyways im currently in my class about close relationships along the lifespan and im talking to my roomie about how we've been in a mutual depressive episode. i miss being loved. i had a dream about her and it felt so nice. to kiss. to cuddle. i wonder if i had love if i'd crave it as much as i do in it's absence. the insane hyper fixation i have on it. i could fall in love with many people. its not like im not desired. is it sad that i wonder what he would do if i died. if the worst is true about this relationship, maybe he'll be like lol damn that crazy got the limited edition wap. im sorry. coping. i think i dragged my roomie into my spiral. sorry girlypop. i don't think this is being taken seriously. like yeah my friends know im suicidal but i don;t think they know how serious i am. taylor pyka i don't have a plan to kill myself don't send me away. i miss the gym. i should go to the gym today. is it too much to ask for a boyfriend? maybe. somehow i got reminded of hoodies and went to look for an old text from him. "are you trying to steal my sweaters miss :)". what happened. where did his love for me go? maybe i was just there to pass the time. there is a guy with a very interesting beanie on. he seems like a good man. who knows maybe he also manipulates women? i should not be mean to this random man. he looked back over. who is this man? whatever he doesn't exist. i don't like how im awake. vomiting vomiting vomiting. thinking about how he pushed my hand away that one time. why does he exist. how does he affect my karmic cycle. i miss texting him. he was such a cutie. now he doesn't exist. you will never find the same person twice, not even in the same person. i wonder if anyone has ever had a crush on me. i can't imagine someone thinking of me in a way like this.

those were my thoughts before i went to therapy slay for 3/6