#in serch of truth

[johnnyripped]

[thammit]

I peer into the void serching for certain truths that I’m obsessed with, but what I find, I can’t unsee. Ugh.

[royaltyrules816]

Happy Birthday DJ Kay Slay‼️

[kylekai-19000]

Well the necrome thing is actually truth, thank you to correct me that ^^

And the Oropo thing I said it beacuse, if Qilby didn't come out of the white dimension, he wouldn't send Yugo and the brotherhood to serch for his dofus, and then he wouldn't met Phaeris

Also, if Grougal never dies, then Jiva could not kidnap Chibi and Grougal, and by consequence they couldn't have done the whole travel of searching for the six dofus, and the OVA's incident couldn't happend, maybe Yugo could went save PinPan with the Eliacube, and probably the creation of the Eliotropes would never happend

Chat I had a thought

After I saw this, I couldn't stop thinking about Yugo and Adamai's situation

Like. If you think about it, Adamai's life could be like 10 times happier if he didn't met Yugo: Groufal could still alive, Qilby wouldn't come out of the white dimention and probably Oropo's existence never happened, and of course, the whole necrome thing would never happened

Is kinda like if Yugo is the root of evil in Ad's life, even if he tried to make things good, it just made it worst; Yugo going to Oma doomed Grougal, Yugo leaving Ad alone with Qilby caused the kidnap of Grougal and the temporary death and posterior possesion of Adamai, Yugo by attacking Ad to get his dofus leaved him so mentally fucked up to leave an easy job for Echo to play with Adamai's mind, and then Oropo using Ad as a toy beacuse of that and then is season 4

They where doomed to failure since the start

(Sorry if there's any grammar mistake)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Researches for my plot/comics on Series 5

Hello dear!

I love U and hope all the best for you <3  This is my first ask to you. :) So...

I'm plotting a BBC Sherlock story that i want to transform in a graphic novel / comics:

It's canon compliant and it will be my prediction for season 5. I'm gathering metas, predictions (especially from @garkgatiss 's @afishlearningpoetry 's @coffeeteaitsallfine 's ), and I'm serching hypothesis from already written fictions creating a plausible series 5. Would you like to share your more plausible ones or your favourites ones? I'm asking also for other lovely people in here to suggest their favourites. Please help me to create my story <3 This fandom is helping me to restore my passion to make art!   Lots of love,

ketty

ps: as metas goes, I'm for tjlc.

(submitted by @kettykika78)

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Hey Lovely!

Ah, lots of fun, LOL. Yeah, I want to write a meta-fic / comic too, but I'm lazy, LOL.

I know of three meta-fic, one of which I've read:

Sacré Coeur by Mamaorion (M, 95,235 w., 27 Ch. || S4 Fix It Rewrite, First Kiss, UST / RST, Eventual Happy Ending, Coming Out, Holmes Family, Marriage Proposal, Husbands, Healing, Evil Mary, Beekeeping, Caretaker Sherlock, Mind Palace, Alzheimer’s Disease, Protective / Big Brother Mycroft, TD-12) – In this s4 fixit, John must piece together the gaps in his altered memory if he and Sherlock are to face the terror that has plagued Sherlock since childhood. As they untangle the web, seven years of hidden love ignite.

From a Drop of Water by victorianpining (M, 95,900 w.,12 w. || Post-TAB / S4 Fix-It Fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Villain Character Death, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock is certain that James Moriarty is dead and he already has a theory for the person behind his apparent return. Considering Sherlock was overdosing at the time, it's only to be expected that he overlooked a few details in coming to his conclusions. John meanwhile has moved back in with Mary after reconciling with her at Christmas, but finds himself agonising over why Sherlock would have thrown away everything he cares about to keep her safe. Could Sherlock be in love? (TRANSLATIONS: 中文-普通话國語)

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships)  by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

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As for theories and such, I have a tonne of my own and a link or two to others' posts:

Sherlock S4 Meta list (Apr 8/22) [Not Mine, contains a lot of the theories going around currently]

Post S4 Meta Masterpost (August 2018) (mine)

S5 Posts (Masterlist Apr 2020) [Mine]

Blog Theory / Unreliable Narrator / John’s Alibi Mini Masterpost (Dec 2017) [This theory is the one I stand by the most]

John's TAB Masterpost (May 2017) [This theory as well]

My PERSONAL Problems with E/M/P (Dec 2020)

What would You like to see in S5? (June 2021)

Janine is a Moriarty

Twin Series Theory [I actually still lowkey believe this one; it's the theory that a "twin series" was filmed at the same time as S4, and will reveal what really happened in S4. Though as time goes on, this is less plausible, since if it was already filmed, they would have released it by now]

My "Secret Episode" ficlet [for a LONG time as a coping mechanism, the fandom believed there was a secret 4th episode. This was my contribution to that and is the basis of my own meta-fic I want to write]

Hope this helps a bit :)

Feel free to add your own, friends, to help Ketty in their research!

[fallout-4-reactions]

Preston reacts to watching an old Dogmeat, as the pup waits for a beloved friend, who would never be coming home:

Part 1. Mac let his legs hang over the shack roof; his chest tightened as he watched the brightening horizon--his comforting hand never left the dog's fur--letting Dogmeat know he wasn't alone in his grief. In response, Dogmeat lay his chin upon his comforter's leg. And while MacCready was glad for the response and smiled down softy, he now wished the pup could understand--and as if right on queue, a heart-wrenching whine left his friend.

And as the once feared mercenary looked back to where Sole had left all those years ago, he told Dogmeat the truth:

"I know, bud, I miss them, too..."

Recommended! Read it while listening to this.

And so did Preston. Long time leader of the Minutemen, since the loss of Sole looked to the pair from below. He, too, often caught himself looking out to the road leading out of Sanctuary and wondered what befell the Sole Survivor. This time was no different. His gaze often faltered when it saw nothing had changed, however. Hope that he would one day see Sole approaching through the gate had long faded.

Many had looked for Sole--in vain--over the years, and he had led many searches himself; as had Danse, MacCready, and so many others who had cared about the Survivor. And then those searches became for Dogmeat’s sake, as human hope had faded long before his, and now? It had been years since since the last official serch.

Preston remembered all those years ago as each returned in failure. The first place their sympathetic eyes would lay was Dogmeat. 'I’m sorry' their eyes would say as the dog would come bounding up to them; full of energy; tail wagging as hopeful as his eyes. ‘Did you find them?’

The answer was always the same, but no matter how many times they did it, it never got easier.

Time did not heal all wounds. The evidence of this was Dogmeat. One time, as the pup had approached him, as he always did, Preston couldn’t help but notice how lethargic he was. His tail did not wag and his eyes held firm, almost empty. Preston had assumed at the time that Dogmeat was simply tired. Greif was a tiring and heavy thing to carry. And he believed with everything he had Dogmeat carried it in his heart.

He was wrong, like so many times before. Nothing was the same after that. Each time seemed slower than the last; somehow more painful. And as the years passed, it only got worse. For everyone.

The poor boy could barely make it anymore. But he always did, somehow. And each and every time Dogmeat came down to see whoever had come through the entrance, the person didn’t have the heart to walk away. The poor dog had been abandoned once--and it would seem that even after a nuclear war had revealed the worst of what humanity had to offer--empathy for man’s best friend hadn't been lost.

Unfortunately, Dogmeat now simply expected the person to be Sole. Curie had once explained it may be due to old age. And old dog trying to find closure, as humans often did. It was difficult to believe a dog could feel regret. But they most certainly felt grief.

Even doubt never made it easier to watch, to experience. The person at the gate was never Sole, them, being thought long dead, and it was unclear if Dogmeat understood this, for he would simply turn around and walk away. His head held low in grief as his heart broke all over again.

Most avoided the entrance now. It was selfish, really, a flaw many humans - including himself - possessed. It still felt like Preston’s biggest failing, to not be able to save the person who saved him all those years ago; to not to be able to bring closure to a friend--a dog--who deserved so much better.

[hoteltrivagoallday]

Another Headcannon by my friend-

“Oki so mina was in bakugo's room, chilling and shit when she found the book heartstopper. She was taken back on why he would have a rommance novel and why this one. She was reading the book(like a noisy bicth) and found a piece of paper saying" I love the way ur lips feel. They make me feel like im touching a cloud" but this wasnt bakugo's handwriting. So she called her best man, denki. But denki couldnt firgure out who wrote it, thus the serch began.

They looked in everyone 's books to see who worte. Every single student in the school. And they failed. Mina went back and got the book and it had a next note" ur smile is like a lunar eclipse, so rare but when it happens, it so beautiful" She showed denki and the duo showed sero, sero had an idea of the person/persons who wrote it. All of them girls, but when the duo questioned these ladies all of them said no

Sad that they couldnt firgure out who wrote it and started to give up they decided to go back into bakugo's room and check the book. This time denki found a letter from bakugo to his parents" Listen, I dont care what you guys think or say but I'm gay. I know it's a shook and stuff but it's the truth, I've been trying to tell you guys since middle school but yall are way fucking dumber than my classmates and couldn't get a hint, so I'm writing it to you guys. Now stop asking me to find a girlfriend. P.S I'm dating someone" denki screamed when read this and gave it to mina, and they ran to the first person who they knew for a fact was bakugo would date. Midorya.

When they questioned midorya about this(he was lifting weights while they were questioning him) he dropped the weights and scream" W-WHAT? KACCHAN AND I COULD NEVER DATE !NO WAY! Idk who's the poor soul who fell inlove with him! Plus I'm dating tenya so yeah" Denki looked like his soul left his body and mina truned white and just mummered"holy fuck-"

So mina and denki were stuck. Who and why would someone date bakugo. So they started asking around and everyone said no. Now this Detective duo didnt know that bakugo was hearing about their behavouir, so being the devil he is he found each and every love letter his one and only left for him big and bold in the open just to make the duo upset cus they couldnt crack the case.

To bakugo's poor dismay, when he did that sero was with them. You see, sero knew one of these letters cus todoroki told him he saw the person wrote it. So when he say that particular letter, he ran to todorki(mina and denki behind) and shouted for the whole of japan to hear " MI AMOR REMEMBER WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU SAW SOMEONE WROTE A LOVE LETTER TO BAKUGO?!"

Todoroki in the common room with the whole class shouting back" yh . Kirirshima wrote it" I kind you not the whole fucking room said simultaneously said "KIRISHIMA WHAT NOW" With pure shock and a "what in the fucking fiddle stick " facial expersion plastered all over their faces. All expect mineta and jirou. So now the whole class is screaching for kiri and bakugo to comfirm the blow that todoroki just dropped

After screaching for the "couple" they finally found them on the rooftop.Bakugo was laying on kirishima's thighs asleep, while kiri was was writing something on a page on muttering something. To be honest it was such a cute sight, cuter than seeing mina and uraraka cuddle, but ofc the moment was ruined when deku opened his bigass mouth and scream" KACCHAN U BICTH SINCE WHEN U WERE DATING AND OUT OF ALL THE PPL WHY THE DAMN SHARK"

Poor kiri, spined around so fucking fast u could hear his neck bone crack. "Wha- WHAT ARE U ALL DOING HERE?" He said in a flusstered, soft yell trying not to wake up his peaceful, sleeping boyfriend. "Kirishima why would u date bakugo" momo said in a dissapointed voice" the same reason you fell inlove with the purple version of shirabu" Momo was bout to jump kiri for saying that" Answer the question kirishima" Denki said

Kirishima just looked at him, and Denki knew he was right. Denki slowly looked at Mina , with the most dissapointed and confused look, Mina looked like she was about to cry. They all stood in slience until Tysu said" Did u guys have sex?" I kid you not bakugo woke up so fast and bolted towards tysu so fast all you can see was a yellow light grab Tysu. He whispered something into her ears wich made her face turn a bighter pink than mina. Bakugo turned around and said" I've been dating shitty hair since thrid year of middle school, now fuck off you homosexual dumbass extras" and just walked away.

Kiri looked so scared and just ran. It took everyone ten seconds to recongize what just happen,as soon as they did, Midroya, Momo and Mina chased after the couple as fast as possible, while everyone else was like "wtf". For a good 3 months the couple was questioned continuously about their relationship, but they didnt say anything. Bakugo now has a lock on his door and mina and denki got their asses beat”

[onedesertrat]

How did u first start listening to the music u listen to now?

damn that's a bit of a story. I had a varaiety of music i was introduced to as a kid. my mom would play her disco and funk tunes and my dad would play his corridos and banda. i could never get into my dad's side of the music i realley loved the beat of funk and disco. i then later was often glued to MTV and had come across some rock n roll bands being played along side VH1. so i still had some mad love for disco and funk..the guitar really drew me in like love at first sight. after visiting an older cousin later. i was introduced to Rap and Hip Hop so i kind of i put my love for rock n roll a bit behind while i dove into this style of music. keeping my eyes glued to tv for music videos or always wanting to find either rock or hip hop radio stations. One day i came across a greenday CD i'll say to this day im not ashamed to admit it. some will think this is lame but i dont fucking care. The Album Dookie from Green Day is still one of my absolute favorite albums of all time. Whenever i listen to it i get instant nostalgia of when i started to get into punk. Not too fasty and not to slow but a right balance that give me a deeper push to buy a guitar and play in my own band some day. Anyways assuming i havent lost you yet here. i started asking about more punk bands and thats what i thought punk was. until i came across the ramones and found out they were an older band so i wondered how long this kind of music was already a thing. a few serches here and there and i discovered the 80's hardcore punk bands and the scene through documentaries i was introduced to more and more bands. black flag, bad brains, then later from blanks 77 and the casualites i came across street punk and i started to really love punk. I began to dive deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole. from there i had shit happen in my life that i couldnt get away from and punk music was my escape. to tell you the truth i've never wanted to be normal. the look and ideologies of punk started to reel me in and before i knew it i was making friends into the same and had also had things that we bonded over. then they introducted me to more bands and it just kept going and going. as the years went by i met people who were into punk but some specifically into a certain subgenres and id also go to shows and do some searches online and thats how i got into various sub genres of punk.

Currently i fuck heavy with D-Beat, Crust and Metal. I also kept my love for rap, hip hop and funk. irronically though i had recently started giving corridos and banda a shot....shit slaps hard not gonna lie....my dad has good music taste lol

[tatianafarenheit]

ANGST

READERS PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

Pairing: Asra x reader

She tried to make sense of his words, she definitely knew what they meant but she did definitely did not know these foreign emotions that stirred her insides in a scotching fire. Was it anger? was it complete and utter repulsion, astonishment, or maybe even numbness. Her eyes frantically scanned his face, desperately searching for something to deny the truth in his words but no matter how much she looked him over and over again, there was nothing to hang on to- that was when a void started eating at her chest, suddenly even her head became dizzy, her vision just getting darker and darker, the only thing she could definitely hear and feel was her hammering heart, slowly but heavily beating against her rib cage, pumping her now cold blood through her thinning veins. It was all just too much, his confession shut down any possible rationalization for her. His words simply did not fit him, ‘it must definitely be someone else speaking, right?’ Denial, refusal, she wouldn’t phantom any other way of coping with this situation, she couldn’t. Those few words he spoke completely opposed every single part of her perception of him, every single word did not match him and yet he looked more serious than ever before. He could only gaze at her with a miserable sadness, his eyes seemingly getting more and more comfortless with each second she looked at him. Her mouth was poinlessly hanging open, trying to get at least a single word out but even that felt like asking for too much. He fully knew that he did not deserve her doubt in this situation, he wanted to hear her yell and shout, to tell him exactly how much of a coward he is, to strip her image of him of any kind of positive emotions or even more so reinforcement. Oh how easy it would be for her to feel about him exactly the way he does about himself. He thought about how easy it would be if every thought about him would bring her nothing but repulsion and disgust. Even her denying his confession made him feel sick, malign guilt slowly tainting his heart more and more, heaving it down so much that he thought it just might snap. He did not earn her kindness. Even so the truth is that he had and will still beg and serch for it in everything that she’ll do. No matter how undeserving he is of any kind of affection from her, that small selfish and shameful part of him will always undoubtedly ache for her fondness towards him.

[bloominsound]

hello, here is bloominsound. i do live in experiments creating sound,- visual,- and other Movements. 

Cause i believe everyting is movement so is everything vibration so is emotions/feelings. 

Thats all i want to do, to feel honestly, and serching for the truth of life i may never will find in this period

 and to create something that makes you feel someting

Be free in your feelings

[look-ma-im-on-tv]

When all the jk rowling stuff first happened, I was just like hoping for the best? Assuming she wasn't sure what she was supporting or something? I don't even know what I thought anymore.

And then she wrote TERF Wars and I read through that (as well as some articles) and wow that was bad. There's a line about her concerns with Scotland enacting something that makes it easier to be given a gender recognition certificate. She phrases it, "...which will in effect mean that all a man needs to ‘become a woman’ is to say he’s one."

I did some light serching, and no, you can't just say you're a woman and be given a certificate. It states that someone needs to be living as their acquired gender for at least 6 months, shortened from the original 2 years. And you need to intend to live as that gender for the rest of your life. There are definately legal consequences for faking these submissions for these certificates.

Oh, also there's this:

"So I want trans women to be safe. At the same time, I do not want to make natal girls and women less safe. When you throw open the doors of bathrooms and changing rooms to any man who believes or feels he’s a woman – and, as I’ve said, gender confirmation certificates may now be granted without any need for surgery or hormones – then you open the door to any and all men who wish to come inside. That is the simple truth." Just because someone doesn't have hormomes or sugery to transition does not mean that they are not trans or that they are a predator. Many people can't get these things for medical, financial, or personal reasons. Some people don't feel the need, or think it's worth the time, money, and effort. And no, not any and all men can come into the bathrooms and changing rooms, any and all WOMEN can go into there.

However, even then I thought that it was a bit much. Yes, we should stay away from her things and she is so so in the wrong and I think she should be essentially abandoned by her following for that. But I didn't wuite understand all of the anger. My mom is a huge fan of Harry Potter, and of JK Rowling herself. I've always held her in a pretty high light, and I didn't want to change my mind so drastically and so quickly.

Until these tweets. (Direct quotes below)

"Many health professionals are concerned that young people struggling with their mental health are being shunted towards hormones and surgery when this may not be in their best interests.

Many, myself included, believe we are watching a new kind of conversion therapy for young gay people, who are being set on a lifelong path of medicalisation that may result in the loss of their fertility and/or full sexual function."

I couldn't believe it. She just compared HRT to conversion therapy. What the hell?

I'm sure I don't have to explain how the two are nothing alike. Children are not forced against their will to take hormones, they are not traumatized by them, they aren't taking from what they know, and they are absolutely not being told and forced to be something they're not because it's 'bad.' It's like comparing an apple and fucking mold. How. Dare. She.

So, in conclusion, fuck JK Rowling.

[zairapvrker]

something rapunzel/tangled related with calum?

i really hope this is what you imagined, if not please feel free to request again so i can give it a better shot! xx

masterlist

It was a day like any other at the Snuggly Duckling, drunk wanted criminals wasting their day away in loud laughter and casual conversation.

You weren’t exactly sure how you and Calum had ended up there, but you’d hoped to collect some more information about the infamous Flynn Rider. It wasn’t him you were interested in, but the girl who was rumored to be running with him. News travelled fast in the kingdom, especially when you knew who to ask and were to look.

Ever since you could remember you’d been looking for her. The king and queen, you uncle and aunt, didn’t know about this at all. You were sure they’d never lost hope, however their serches for her always led to nowhere. That’s when you decided to start looking, with the help of Calum. He used to be a soldier for the nearby kingdom but never spoke about why he’d left to never go back.

Didn’t matter that much, you trusted him with everything you had in you. In the past years he’d followed you along in this almost desperate search for your little cousin without ever second guessing you. You owed him a lot.

“Why are we here?” he asked for the millionth time since you’d entered the bar.

“To gather information” you smiled, bringing your drink to your lips. You didn’t really care it wasn’t a ladylike behaviour, nor did Calum.

Truth was, that when he’d started following you along and helping you, he was just looking for a distraction from his past and this whole ordeal seemed like the perfect opportunity. He hadn’t expected to fall in love with you in the meantime.

Married to a royal, just thinking about his deepest, most well kept secret made him scoff at its ridiculousness. But all of this seemed pretty much like a lost cause and, since you weren’t planning on giving up until your cousin was back at the palace, he enjoyed the time he had with you like it would go on forever.

He’d taken it for granted, he realized, as soon as Rider entered the pub along with a blonde. Your head snapped up.

It all happened too fast, and before he knew it, you were pressing against the bodies of every hoolingan trying to make your way towards her. Just as you tought you had her, Calum heard the familiar stomps of the hooves of the royal horses. “We need to go” he grasped your hand, pulling you back.

“Why?” you asked confused, resisting his grip.

“The royal guards” he answered curtly, knowing you’d understand.

Right now you were paniking. What if it was her? Just a look would’ve been enough. The urgency in Calum’s eyes pushed you to give up and flee. Your parents weren’t exactly fond of your decision to abstain from your royal duties in favour of this hopeless running around - as they called it - and you knew that by now a reward to bring you back to your own kingdom had been put out.

Going back meant giving up, and you couldn’t afford it.

Tears of frustration pooled in your eyes as you caught sight of Rider and the blonde sneaking out while you and Calum had to hide and carefully sneak out of one of the windows that wasn’t being guarded.

As he led you to your horses you felt more hopeless than you’d ever been, after being so close to a possible answer.

Blidnly following Calum’s lead you let the tears fall silently as you got to a quiet opening. He dismounted his horse, helping you to do the same like the gentleman he was taught to be.

He looked at you worried, seeing your teary, red eyes. Like you’d done many times before you let yourself fall into his arms, looking for comfort, and sobbed.

“W-we were so close” he hard your muffled cries, letting his hand softly caress your hair. “We’ll track them down again” he comforted.

“How are you so sure about it?” looking up at him, you asked, trying to hold back the anger.

“We know where they went, we can wait until the guards are gone and see if she is your cousin” he explained, his hand falling to caress your cheek.

Calum knew he should refrain from getting this close to you, but he couldn’t help it. You sighed loudly, letting your head rest in his palm. “Thank you for helping me”

“It’s my pleasure” and it truly was. “You’ll get your cousin home”

“We will” you corrected him. Standing on your tiptoes you reached to peck his cheek softly. “Let’s see what we have left for lunch” you turned around, going back to the horses.

He just looked at you, sure his eyes were shining bright from the happiness you lit him up with.

[deborahkaya]

A WALK BETWEEN TWO WORLDS: A YOUNG MAN EMBARKS ON A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY WHILE CONFRONTING GHOSTS OF HIS VICTORIAN PAST. David Pierson is a gifted musician-songwriter and a brilliant student, but he is also sixteen going on thirty, thanks to the six-headed dragon entity he has fought in his recurring nightmares since early childhood, always leaving him with a sense of a dreadful yet unknown guilt that haunts him. When he moves to Yorkshire, England with his family, his nightmares become reality—the farmhouse they move into has a real ghost, a ghost with a name—Nathaniel Ley. Nathaniel is in love with David's mother, but David appears to be the source of the tormented spirit's anguish. In time, David will discover why he holds the key to releasing Nathaniel from his ghostly existence and understand his own guilt, but it will be no easy journey. David learns to travel between the worlds thanks to Nathaniel's daughter, the beautiful and ephemeral Cecilia. Cecilia takes David back to a time when the long-abandoned 18th century mansion next door was splendid and full of life, and she gradually helps him to remember the past. Once more, they share undying passion and relive their vow of everlasting love, which started long before they were Daniel and Cecilia. Two haunted houses and two ghosts, but one of them is not a ghost at all. To learn the truth, page up and order now.

[ao3feed-destiel]

The Band Around My Wrist

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2FiZvvs

by Wingsofblack

Dean argues with his present court only to have the Alpha leave him. To his utmost horror, Sheriff, Castiel Novak stands in and become his new court. Dean is shocked and takes his new Alpha to see his father. There are secrets and hidden issues but will they find Ture Love among the madness.

Words: 1509, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Chuck Shurley, Becky Rosen, Sam Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Crowley (Supernatural), Original Characters, Gabriel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Michael (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Modern Royalty, Minor Character Death, Serching for the truth, Family Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gossip, Wolf Pack, Jealous Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Possessive Castiel (Supernatural), True Mates, First Time, Good Parent John Winchester, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Smart Dean Winchester

Link: https://ift.tt/2FiZvvs

[killin-lightspeed]

Just a little error [Chapter 1/??]

Warning: this silly fanfiction may contain fan-characters. If you don't like them, please, avoid reading it. Thank you!

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"...So, you made me throw away years of hard work in one day. Pathetic..."

He scraped his teeth, tightening the grip on the glass almost full of alcohol and hid half of his face with one hand, trying to erase from his head the argument he had with his father a few hours ago.

"Useless..."

The older figure was clearer in his mind, noticing his folded arms and crimson eyes that were reflecting scorn and a bunch of negative feelings that were destroying him in one shot. He felt like a stroke of bad luck for his family and his rage was increasing every time he tried to give a glance to the alien.

"A blather without dignity."

He perceived his heart loosing a beat at every insult he heard, unable to bear with that abstruse, emotional pain; but why was he angry? After all his action vexed his father, and he had a good reason to be annoyed by it, but why was it hurting him so much?

His legs were quivering, like if they were withered leafs, and his nails made the blood pour, leave little warm stripes on his cheeks.

"You humiliated your whole family, good job..."

«Shut up.»

"...you deserve a trophy now..."

«Shut up...»

"...scum of society.»

«SHUT UP!»

A swifted and reflexive movement of Oxide's arm throwed the glass on the wall, blinded by the rage araised by those harsh, evil words. It wasn't a long lasting moment and the alien immediately realized the mess he had done when the noise reached his ears, kneeling on the chair and discern a lump in his throat, the shaking, weak body, his shiny eyes gazing the stain and a retching feeling he was trying to hold; it was like he lost every movement capacity, were those words so strong for him?

Minutes after minutes passed and Oxide took a bit of time to wake up and stagger toward the kitchen counter to grab a clammy cloth and staying still in front of the sink, trying to hold his body with the last pieces of strength he had and backing the head on shelf door to recover some energies.

He sighed and gritted his teeth, moving toward the wall with the only goal his mind elaborated, making it the main outburst subject to drive away every stupid consideration about his father's annoyance. He didn't cared at all about the glass shards on the floor and lowering on them he started washing vigorously away the stain while the other hand was pierced by the glass fragments, making him moan for the pain.

He wasn't brave enough to cry, no, he HADN'T to do that and let his weaknesses take over him; his only duty was to repress his rage and remain the grumpy, bilious alien he had always been. He just hoped that nobody heard the noises and watched him in that lousy state.

"Aren't you disgusted by yoursef?"

«Please, stop...» He whispered with his hoarse voice, bending his body like he was trying to hide from the parent presence who was slowly killing his soul.

«I-it was just a s-stupid error, I-I always win a-after all, r-right, d-dad?»

He was loosing his mind, he never received so many insults in his whole life that had hurt him so deeply. Since his youth he had been used to hear compliments over compliments, one more enjoyable than the other, and noone ever tried to denigrate him. Each enticement helped him increasing his ego, making him think to be the best in a land full of idiots; the white sheep between a flock of black sheeps. Yet the alien who had brought him to success destroyed him in less than an hour, treating him as he had a worm in front of his eyes instead of his own child. He rested his head on the wall, trying to smile to comfort himself.

«I'm the be-best, i-is it t-true, da-»

«Oxide...»

Unexpectedly, a feminine voice called his name and a thrill beated his back after a tapered hand touched his shoulder, making him regaining a bit of perspicuity. The cloth fell from his hand and he refused to turn his head to see the alien near him; he knew who she was but he felt embarassed to show himself in that condition, afraid of being scorned for that challenge or his actual aspect. They hated eachother but in that moment Oxide wasn't in the mood to have a discussion with Tarantula, the housekeeper.

«Oxide, show some respect and look at me when I call you.»

Oxide refused to reply to her words and avoided her command to show the lastest slieces of pride he had; it wasn't the perfect moment to fall and show how pitiful he was, physically and emotionally. She pressed her hand, bothered by the lack of attention of the alien.

«OXIDE!»

«WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT?!»

As soon as Oxide turned his head to give a little stare to Tarantula, he had a sense of remorse. Those magenta eyes gazing at him made his soul feeling powerless, uncomfortable, a child in front of a giant monster ready to eat him up. She had to be happy, he obeyed to her order.

«Look at yourself, a disaster. Not used to insults, aren't you, little prince?»

Listening to those words made Oxide's nerves boil up, finding her derisive grin in her mout as an act of superiority. How could she dare showing her power in front of HIM, the most famous racer in Gasmoxia?

The green alien tried to naively hide his face by Tarantula's eyes, bothered by her presence. She calmly approched toward him, grabbing nonchalantly his face to oserve how ruined, hot it was, making her sigh. Her grin vanished from her mouth and one of her rough hands moved slightly to touch Oxide's thin neck to caress it and feel his smooth skin. His body was still shaking, his eyes were looking at something ealse in the room and his round, soft cheeks turned into a soft, cherry red, like he was sheepish staying in that position. He changed a lot: he wasn't anymore that tiny little alien, yet watching his face was like she was in front of a sad, hurted baby; he made her sense a bit of tenderness.

Oxide, in the other hand, was surprised by Tarantula's maternal gestures. He rarely had that kind of contact with her but, in the end, it was nice and helped him relaxing a little.

«You really pity me...- she did a little laugh, gently touching one of the glands in the left side of his head and make him bite the lower lip -... You got a bad fever and cut one of your hands with tose little pieces of glass. You made all of this because of someone who doesn't deserve your presence. How adorable...» The housekeeper stopped talking for some seconds, watching at Oxide's slender, bloody legs and at the hand full of glass shards. She moved closer to him, seeking for a little bit of attention, and rudely forced the alien to look at her.

«How much broken are your emotions now? Are you serching desperately for some compliments? Isn't it a bit greedy, sweetheart? They're not like lifeblood, you know.»

Those calm, yet powerful, words punched violently Oxide's mind and the only thing he was able to do in that moment was moving away his head from Tarantula's hands, hiding his head between his shoulders and think about that comment. No, compliments were part of him, they WERE vital, was she despising them?

«P-please, t-tell me I'm th-» He needed a little compliment. All the bad words of his father were slowly devouring each part of his sentiments, the tiniest praise was enough for him.

But it didn't came and, instead, received an harsh rebuke by the alien, stopping his guileless request.

«Grow up, dear, perfection doesn't exist. If you really want to feel like a God, move your ass and stay with my mother. Maybe her sick conception of "Perfection" can help you feel be...- Tarantula stopped her phrase, regretting what she was saying in front of someone who had an abusive father for his entire life. Her mother wasn't the best neither. She sighed, and continued to talk -...Whatever, forget what I said. And no, I won't compliment you out of nowhere. Wait here, I'll grab a tweezer to remove those slivers.»

Both of them remained silent for some long lasting minutes, unable to exchange some words and caught by the embarrassment caused by that situation. Tarantula was removing the glass from Oxide's hand while he was thinking about his father, his youth, his whole life; it was all a lie, still he believed every fragment of it. But there was something that was bugging his psyche, suddenly popping in his mind.

"Maybe you can bury yourself and hide. No one needs you."

That phrase touched the climax of his patience and exasperation. His body stiffed and he gulped unhappily. How was he supposed to live with his presence?

«It hurts...»

That whisper caught Tarantula's attention, rising her head to look at the alien, confused.

«Why did he treated me that way? It was j-just a stupid error.»

The housekeeper's eyes opened whide: what she was watching was unbelievable for her. Those glassy red eyes, the shaking body, the clear tears that were slipping away from his cheeks. Oxide, the fastest racer of Gasmoxia, was crying?

No words she was able to pronounce, what she was staring at made her heart melt; it was surprising, strange, painful. She wasn't prepared for that scene, she didn't know what to do, how to help. But Oxide was still crying, she had to do something. She slowly proceeded toward him, girdling her arms around his bust and let him rest his head on her chest, crying to dissolve the rage, the stress he held for a long time. She hated the character he built during the years but she was well aware that under that armor there was someone too fragile, too attached to his idol to consider his words as truth.

She tightened the hug, sensing Oxide's arms consolidate the grip on her shirt and his head moving on her chest. He was like a baby.

«I'm not the best mom, nor the best moral supporter of Gasmoxia but you, Oxide, are a great, magnificent racer. You're a filthy cheater but your driving skills are incredible. Your father doesn't deserve your tears, your father doesn't deserve you. You're valid, Oxide.»

Her fingers touched delicately his head and in her mouth appeared a little smile. Oxide was able to feel her maternal side, loving all the compliments made by her and keep them as a treasure; he was harsh, cantankerous toward her feelings but, deep in his heart, he loved her as a second mom.

«Thank you, Tula...»

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I.DID.IT! Finally I finished the "translation" of this fanfiction. AH, now I'm feeling better. Hope you enjoyed it. :P