#it's been loooong overdue lol

[dreemurr-skelememer]

i redesigned my gink ship child sterling :p

[bigmpregnm]

Here's an idea: blonde pretty boy twink, maybe he's a spoiled rich kid or maybe he's just popular. Either way he's been hiding his pregnancy and is a week or two overdue, either with one massive baby or twins (let's say 10-13lbs). Skinny arms, legs, a beautiful bubble butt and a massive belly he's been hiding with sweatshirts, corsets, etc. It's the middle of a summer heat wave and he's been rolling around on his mattress in agony, the A/C to his studio apartment broken, they won't stop kicking. He's tried almost everything to induce labor. Desperate he waddles to a "discreet" clinic in a bad part of town. The doctor is nice, polite, and gentle at first, getting the twink naked and into stirrups to examine. Turns out he is 3 or 4 cm dilated, and the doctor offers to manually break his water to speed things up. The twink agrees, and the doctor proceeds to flip him onto all fours and absolutely fuck the shit out of him until the twink is just gushing amniotic fluid. But it works a little too well and his contractions are now 30 seconds apart, measuring up to 8 cm now. No time for epidurals or the hospital. The doctor casually leaves the twink alone to quickly shower and change, then comes back in for the delivery. It could be in stirrups or on all fours, but I think the doctor may need to get (or at least suggest the possibility) of forceps

Addendum to my previous suggestion (re: overdue twink at clinic). The doctor is a huge himbo dude bro (maybe as a twist he's the random one night stand that impregnated our imperiled twink with his giant spawn). He has never delivered a baby before but has always wanted to. This is his first day on the job (he's excited). His medical degree is NOT from an accredited university. He's well intentioned and supportive but completely inappropriate and borderline incompetent.

These two asks referred to the same suggestion.

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So... many things that made me laugh excitedly. Firstly, a twink carrying oversized babies? Sign me in! I love the struggle and the constant discomfort something like that would produce. And the twink trying to hide his belly? Just... HOW? LOL. (I imagine him trying with massive dildos but nothing works). I would love to see something like that. I love it when guys try to hide their pregnancies and if we add the struggles of a massive belly... again, I'M IN.

The rest is incredibly funny (and hot) to imagine. He's dealing with contractions and these massive himbo is just playing around with him. LOVE IT! The hard fuck working too well, is one of my favorite ways to start the active labor phase. I'd love to see a guy going through a loooong labor while the big himbo is by his side clumsily trying to help. And as a bonus... after giving birth the twink finally realizes the himbo is the same guy who knocked him up, so... what if he leaves the clinic with the next baby or babies already in his tummy?

[monkietale]

happy new years! i've been working on this project for almost a year now.

i feel like we're long overdue for an update here, so i'm gonna share where i'm at right now:

monkietale won't be canceled.

but i've ran into some roadblocks that i have to overcome:

modding undertale is freaking difficult... it's hard to get things to be exactly the way you want them to be, especially with sprites because i have to change sprite sizes and get them to work in-game and all that. plus, having to change all the dialogue and getting that to work in-game as well, and figuring out how to change the story and all that to work with the LMK cast, that kind of stuff. it's a bit much for just a mod of undertale, and i'm only one person.

but, i decided something. i'm already learning gamemaker studio for some other projects, so i decided once i have all those figured out i can finally make monkietale from scratch. keep in mind this is going to take a loooong time, but i think i'm willing to put in the work for it. since it's just an undertale reskin i don't really have to worry too much about the art side of stuff and just about rewriting the dialogue and making the game functional and all that, which is probably the easiest part for me lol.

so, even though i don't have any actual update, i'm just here to let you guys know the route i'm taking from now on. not having to worry about working within the confines of the base game in regards to sprite sizes, limits for the dialogue and all that makes things a lot easier on me. keep in mind i'm not going to start on it yet until i have my other stuff sorted out which will take me a while.

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

girl ur blog looks so cool now omg like woahhhhhhhhh

HJDHHDJSJSJE THANK YOU!!!! Id been thinking abt changing my blog theme for a while now bc im not very active as a byler lol, its been LOOOONG overdue

AGAIN TYY, SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT :DDD

[raiii-bee]

Sorry for FMA spam posting. Just kidding. No I'm not. I'm having the time of my life. It's been a while since I revisited an old hyperfixation and this one was Loooong overdue based on my usual cycles or returning interests lol

[floradorned]

❃       ‘ PERMANENT  PLOTTING  CALL.

long overdue, but i believe i’d like to shift my focus to developing some lasting bonds for haruki. it’s been a loooong, long while since i’ve done one of these, so i hope you’ll bear with me! but before we begin, you might be asking: what does this entail? well, i’ll tell you! by liking this post, you are giving me permission to———

pop into your IMs to plot!

relentlessly send you memes.

engage regularly in your minis.

send you starters (with permission, of course!)

& a whole bunch of generally good-for-development shenanigans!

sound good? neato! now let’s get onto what’s on the menu.

RELATIONSHIPS.

fellow  deities  &  immortals.

while haruki isn’t specifically a deity of worship, he is a being of higher power. thus, he would have great interest in learning the origins of others of a similar state. is your muse a god of the underworld? or an angel belonging to the heavens? or rather an immortal who’s lived hundreds or even thousands of years? anything of that sort would fall into this category! he’d like to hear what others like him may think of their immortality, or their relations to that of humankind. or, well—  really just about anything that two ancient souls would have in common!

kindred  spirits.

both figuratively and literally! as a sprite of blossoms, haruki is gentle-natured and soft spoken with strong ties to the earth and flora. therefore, if your character has similar traits, they will certainly get along with one another! he prefers most of his time in solitude, but with a like minded individual he truly tends to open up and welcome their company. this, of course, is to a much higher degree if they’re a spirit or a nonhuman like himself, but it’s not at all limited from human characters. i want him to branch out!

friends.

he needs these. he doesn’t have very many of these. haruki can come across a bit stiff and serious to those he first meets, but he’s a very kind and understanding individual and i think there’s a lot he can offer someone else in terms of company. once you get past his initial outer layer, you’ll find a very loyal, very giving friend in him, one who doesn’t really discriminate in what sort of person he may befriend. he isn’t very judgmental, something that makes forming a bond like this easy even with those who might be extreme opposites of him. so long as someone doesn’t mind having a very calm and grounded personality tagging alongside them, this has potential for most muses.

so  you  want  to  get  adopted?

i can’t think of what exactly i’d call this category, but what’s important to note is that haruki has a very nurturing personality. almost to a fault. need someone to look after you? he’ll do that. need a source of advice or comfort? you’re staring at it. looking for a paternal or guardian figure? he’s your man— er, dog spirit. basically if you’ve got a muse that needs someone to take them under their wing, he’s here and he’ll do it because he can’t Not mom-friend someone to death. i think these particular bonds have the grounds for being super, super sweet. so i’m actively searching for them!

romance.

a self-explanatory one, but  i have a Lot to say about it so hear me out… is mutual understanding a trope you enjoy? are you into slow burn? then this could potentially be a category for you. to start things off: romance with haruki isn’t very easy. many eons of bearing man’s burdens and grief has taken its toll on him, and to say he’s walled off to certain things is a severe understatement. however, despite that romantic relationships with him would be a challenge, they aren’t impossible. (unless you’re a human. sorry, outliving his partner isn’t something he’s looking to experience. 😔) but the main factor here is that haruki, despite how he has barricaded much of himself, is a benevolent being with exceptional compassion and selflessness for others. thus, what i think is a good foundation to a romantic relationship with him would be one or more of the following.

someone who would understand his origins.

someone who would be a good influence on him, or vice versa, him acting as the kinder influence on them.

someone who would find balance with him.

someone who could learn with or from him.

any of these are what i would see working out, but i’m open to exploring any other dynamics you might suggest! but basically… if you’re up for some heavy, maybe a lil angsty, pining slow burn, your muse would get a fiercely loyal and kind partner at the end of it. i, of course, have Way more i can say about this but i’d rather save that for actual plotting because otherwise i’ll keep you here for 10 years LOL. aaand that’s about it! if you don’t see something here, it’s not because i’m not open to it. i probably just didn’t think of it. please feel free to approach me about any ideas you have! i’m all for a good plot pitch. thanks for reading!  <3

[bbnibini]

PSISLY PROGRESS/AN OPEN LETTER TO OBEY ME WRITERS AND CONTENT CREATORS

Tldr; I reflect upon the alleged plagiarism incident of last year after finding out one of my close friends also experienced the same, if not worse. I tried to keep true of my own words before and focused on the positive things and left the negative things (of the whole ordeal) behind. This is my attempt to do that (after also), realising PSISLY is almost over after Barbs' route will be out.

To new readers of H2/PSISLY, the story gets very confusing sometimes because of all the references (I placed a lot...so much to the point where even if I wrote it down in my notes, I sometimes get confused myself lol. References that probably won't make any sense until I finish H5 lol;;), but hopefully with rereading some parts (especially involving a certain someone), they would be appreciated. I had some beta friends comment about how some of the references are easy to miss so upon editing, and made them more obvious. Hopefully, it had reflected on the revisions!

Okay, with that segue out of the way, I have some announcements I want to make (loooong overdue announcements).

There's a bit of an update regarding the alleged idea thief I had an encounter with last year. This is not an intent to bring up the issue again, but to share what I have learned from this experience.

Short explanation= The alleged person had deactivated their tumblr account now, which contained their Mammon x Reader series where they copied scenes and paraphrased lines from PSISLY. I wanted to express my thoughts about the aftermath of the aftermath.

LONGER VERSION:

In lieu of what occured, I attempted to report their Mammon x Reader series to tumblr's DMCA, but because of privacy concerns due to PSISLY being in another platform around that time (AO3), I found out that my real name and other personal information will be exposed to that person if I moved forward with my report. In the end, I decided to do the second best thing and crosspost my works here instead. I had a choice to report their works after crossposting(which I had considered) but due to my busy work schedule, I didn't have time for anything else. Frankly, I was just super drained at the time and wanted things to end so I can focus on other things, so I set it aside plenty of times until I've reached the point where I find out their tumblr account had already been deleted (possibly of their own free will).

I still stand by my stance of honouring that person's privacy despite all of the things that happened between us. I loathed the implicated actions and not the individual. I was disgusted by the thought of how, if proven true, they took a lot of credit from my ideas through their fics, and possibly exploited the fact that my works are inaccessible to many due to my series' gimmicks, but does that make them any less of a person? No. Up until now, I still don't know what actually happened and will probably not know anymore. What I do know is that we're human and we are prone to make mistakes. I understand their behaviour towards me isn't correlative of their whole identity, but I still ultimately decided that any further interactions between us would only make the situation worse so I cut ties with them.

Still, I'm thankful that their alleged works are now removed from this website. To that person, thank you. If you were the one who deleted your work(s) with your own initiative, thank you. It had been long overdue, but I am grateful that you have finally acknowledged my discomforts and decided to see things in my perspective. I also want to thank you for making me realise that despite my crippling low self-esteem, I am a writer. I meant it when I said that I am rooting for your own writing endeavours. I just wished things didn't have to end this way.

And to other writers and content creators out there, if you ever find yourself (I wish you wouldn't) in a similar situation, please know that you are the best judge of your own works. If you suspect your works are already being compromised, please confront the other person as an individual---do not dehumanise them into a singular trait due to your own bad experiences. Seek to understand. Talk to them privately and try to settle the issue between yourselves.

Why have I brought this up again? Because I randomly thought of them today and thought "I wonder how they're doing", and saw their account is already gone (as what I have stated earlier). Even if we parted in not very friendly terms, I still genuinely wish they would do better for themselves, and possibly learn something from what happened like I did.

Second other reason is because I have recently learned that my good friend @lexsssu had been allegedly plagiarised for the third time and saw how the incident had taken a toll on her drive to write. Despite how sad and discouraged she had become after her own experience(stagnating her writing progress for a long time), she is now seeking to heal and continue her passions---I wish to learn from her example.

I believe if you truly love something, you would continue to love doing it despite the hardships it will entail. I realise I'm rambling and I'm probably not making any sense right now(I had an all nighter fricking around in the wonderland portion of the Windblume event in Genshin Asia with a friend soz), but I hope if you did manage to get this far, I wish you learned something from my own experiences and ramblings.

PSISLY is still going strong and will soon reach its conclusion (spoiler: Barbs' route is actually the last part I have to outline since the remaining ones were mostly written last year) . I'm not the best, nor the easiest writer to follow (in terms of plot coherence ha ha ;;), but I am still a writer. And I enjoy writing and will continue to do so.

Have a blessed day, everyone! Wish me luck on the outline! 👋

[solesurvivorkat]

FC5 Deputy GFH Dialogue

(Quickie ‘Katie IRL’ Update: So sorry for lack of writing... to be succinct, I might have a sleep disorder, possibly Sleep Apnea - been very tired/lethargic for several months now, finally have a test scheduled for late August. Will have to ‘make do’/power through fatigue until then. I will do my best to jump-start my writing {and my YT channel} until then!

Also - as for ‘I Need to Tell You’ (FC5 no-cult AU fic) - I don’t think I have a ton of readers for that one, so I’m just gonna stick to the movie-plot where I can & finish it up {the end is nearing!}. If anyone wants to read anything else from that ‘verse, lemme know & I’ll whip something up - otherwise, I’m gonna finish that up & get back to working on ‘The Book of John’ again, which is loooong overdue {poor Sarah’s been in John’s bunker forever, lol!}. THAT said... )

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Deputy Sarah Rook

(NOTE: My apologies if Sarah’s dialogue is similar to anyone else’s OC’s... I promise and swear that if it happens, it’s purely coincidental. I am adamant about not {purposely} stealing anyone else’s creativity! <3  Also, this is quite long... but it’s not everything in FC5, so if you like it & want even more, just lemme know, lol.)

With Fangs for Hire:

Boomer: “Aww, who’s my sweet, brave boy?” (kisses forehead) - “Good boy, Boomer!” - “I know what it’s like to have someone you love taken away from you... but don’t worry boy, you’re not alone. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never are again.” - “I won’t let Eden’s Gate use you, I promise.” - “Boomer, go!” - “Rae-Rae won’t have died in vain, I promise you.”

Peaches: “I’m... usually more of a dog person - but as long as I get to keep all my fingers and limbs, I’m satisfied.” - “Peaches, attack!” - “Us girls gotta stick together, right?” - “Hmm... one blue eye, one brown. Unique!” - “Needless to say, a cougar’s a very dangerous pet. Miss Mable never should have tried to raise you in captivity. Still... it can be handy to have a cougar for an ally.” - (gives affectionate pets) “Aww, my sweet little ‘danger kitty’...”

Cheeseburger: “You’re like a... big, dangerous teddy.” (laughs) - “Cheeseburger! How are ya, buddy?” - “Wade was sweet to look after you. I promise I’ll try to do the same.” - “I will not let Jacob take you.” - “Ohh, those big brown eyes of yours...” - “I can’t believe Wade not only found a collar to fit you, but also one that had cheeseburgers on it. Wow.” - “I’m glad you’re on my side, boy.” - “No, I can’t give you any more cheeseburgers. ...Stop looking at me like that, you know they’re not good for you. ...You’re on a diet, remember? ...  (sighs)  .....Okay, ONE burger. Don’t tell anyone.”

With other Guns for Hire:

Sharky

(serious) “Sharky... just between us... you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” - “Sharky... never change.” (smiles)

“Sharky, I know fire is your, uh- ‘specialty’, but... you need to try not burning down half the forest with us!” 

“Anything you say, Charlemagne.” 

“You and Hurk are a dangerous duo - in more ways than one.” 

(horrified, after hearing about his mom/parents) “Anyone who'd do that to an innocent baby doesn’t deserve them. You’re better off, Shark.” 

(cheesy grin) “I hope Eden’s Gate stocked up on ‘Shark repellent’!” 

(when fighting together) “Time for a ‘Shark attack’!” - “You’ve got us between a rock and a shark place!” - “Sarah and Shark, makin’ their mark!” - “You might be better off using your gun here, Sharky.”

“Disco, Sharky? Really? (sighs) ...All right, to each his own.”

“Hey Sharky, got a bad joke for ya - what’s a shark’s favorite bible story? ...’Noah’s Shark’!”

“Ride or die, buddy!”

“No matter what, I’ve always got your back, Sharky.”

Grace

(chuckles nervously/anxiously after seeing ‘serious/deadpan Grace’) “Sorry, I... joking around is kind of my ‘defense mechanism’...”

“A medal in the Olympics... that’s amazing, Grace. ...Er- no pun intended.”

“For what it’s worth... thank you for your service to our country.”

(after Grace mentions destroying copies of ‘Only You’, Sarah chuckles sadly) “Y’know, it’s funny... I actually used to like that song...”

“I know you want to protect your dad’s grave, I do completely understand... but we also need to help protect innocent people that’re still living too, you know? They need us... need you.”

Hurk

"Hercules Drubman Junior - as I live and breathe." (smiles)

“Hurk, I... don’t think a rocket launcher is the best weapon to use right now...”

“As... ‘tempting’ as ‘Hurk’s Gate’ sounds, I... don’t think it’s quite for me.”

(at a loss for words) “...Oh Hurk...”

“Y’know Hurk... there is a lot more to life than beer, drugs, and sex...” - (Hurk {looks horrified}: “...Say whaat? What’choo talkin’ ‘bout, Dep??”)

“Hurk, just... be careful.”

(stares blankly, then slowly raises an eyebrow) “...Monkey... King/God??”

“No offense dude, but... if your dad doesn’t stop talking I may have to ‘accidentally’ shoot him.”

(sneaking around) “You’re not exactly the ‘king of stealth’. Why don’t... you hang back here for a minute? I’ll signal you or call out if I need you.”

“To each their own, but ‘partying’ is... not really my thing.”

Adelaide

(pointing in turn to Sharky, Hurk, then Addie, during ‘tongue-in-cheek’ suggestions for Sarah) “No, no, and HELL no.”

(Addie: "Punch it Chewie! ...Bet you got a kick out of that, you fuckin’ nerd.") “Hey- I love the reference, and I’m proud of who I am. ...Mostly.” (smiles)

“Addie, for the last time - no, I did not inspect John's underwear drawer when I was at Seed Ranch. I was a little occupied at the time.” (turns bright red as Addie looks thrilled) “...That- that’s not what I meant!”

(reluctantly) “Addie? I kind of need some... ‘womanly advice’.” - (Addie, eyebrows raised: “And you came to me?? Oh hunny...”)

��While I appreciate your... ‘openness’, no - I do not need ‘tips’ from you and Xander about ‘positions’.”

“Addie... ‘showing more cleavage’ is not going to help me with the Seed brothers or Eden’s Gate, despite your insistence.”

“...I am not playing ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’...”

Nick

(after flying Carmina - and puking once landed) “Nick... if you ever make me do that again... I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll be bad.”

“Flying may be great for you, but I’m much happier with my feet on the ground.”

“I’ll protect you and your family as much as I can - that’s a promise.”

“Defending your business, plane, home, family, and friends like you have been... I’m sure your family would be very proud of you.”

“There he is, ‘King of the Skies’!”

“You and Kim... you’re lucky to have each other. I kind of envy that.”

“Rook and Rye - on land and in the sky!“

“I know fighting Eden’s Gate is important, but... don’t forget to be there for Kim too. We’ve [the Resistance] got this... Kim and your baby need you more.” 

(After Carmina's born) "How's Kim and the baby? You'd better be taking good care of my goddaughter!"

Jess

“I know we grew up in very different ‘environments’, but... I also know what it’s like to feel alone for a long time. No pressure, but... I’m here if you ever need someone to lend an ear.”

(re: Jess’s insane survival skills) “...You’ve got to teach me that/how to do that sometime.”

“You’re related to Dutch? Wow, that’s... kinda cool.”

“I thought I swore a lot, but... wow.”

“Yeah... I’m not one for small talk, either.”

In Combat

(to herself, stressed) “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...”

“Aw shit...”

“Fucking Peggies!”

(to herself, quickly and quietly) “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day...”

“Let’s kick some Peggie ass!”

(to herself) “I can do all things through him who strengthens me...”

“May God have mercy on you.”

“I don’t think my soul is the one that needs saving!”

Driving

(hears ‘Oh John’ on the radio & starts humming along. After a couple seconds, realizes what she’s doing and shakes her head, murmuring to herself) “...Damnit...”

“I’m driving? If you say so.”

“ ‘Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need... roads.’ “ (smug grin)

“I used to like driving. Found it kind of relaxing, most of the time. ...That was before I started having to get used to being pursued and chased down by Eden’s Gate trucks.”

“Time for... LUDICROUS SPEED!”

“Fasten your seatbelts... it’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Idle

“...So...?”

“Everything okay? Do you need a break?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I spent most of my life in New England - Connecticut, actually. Born and raised. I moved out to Hope County only a few years ago, when the Deputy job opened up. Thought it’d be... a ‘fresh start’. ...Definitely didn’t expect anything like all this to happen.”

“I used to roll my eyes - or want to - every time the Sheriff and the other Deps called me ‘Rookie’. They thought it was so funny, on account of my last name and all, and me being the newest addition to the department. Now that we’re all spread out and fighting against the cult... I think I kind of miss it.”

“Some of the most horrible things imaginable... have been done by people who claim they had ‘good reasons’ behind their actions.”

“There’s an old proverb that states, ‘Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works’. ...There’s a lot of wisdom in that.”

“God has a reason for everything, even if we don’t always understand why...”

“The right thing to do is not always the easy thing to do...”

“Faith is believing in things when common sense tell you not to.“

“Imagine the things we could accomplish... if we would just try.”

“ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.’ ...Make fun of me all you want, but it’s true.”

“I do love nature. ...You know... when it’s not being interrupted by religious idiots.”

“Courage isn’t the absence of fear... it’s deciding that something is more important than fear.”

Recruiting/Greeting

“I’ll do everything I can... you can count on it.”

“Good to see you again.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Stronger together!”

Dismissal

“Until we meet again - stay safe.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“Done already? Aww, you’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

Injured/Down

“God damnit... not yet...”

“FUCK!”

“This can’t be it...”

“I’m sorry... I tried...”

“I need some help!”

Revived/Assisted

“Thanks... now let’s teach these assholes a lesson they won’t soon forget.”

“Never tell me the odds!”

“Never give up, never surrender!”

“Thanks for the help!”

“Thanks... our work’s not done yet!”

Stealth

“Shh... ‘silence is golden’, remember?“

“Keep a low profile!”

“Be cautious...”

“Don’t let ‘em see you comin’...”

“ ‘Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise...’ ”

Being aimed at

“Watch where you’re pointing that.”

“I’m a much better shot than I let on. Just remember that.”

“Two hits - me hitting you, and you hitting the ground. I suggest you aim elsewhere.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Location-Specific:

By any body of water: “When I lived in Connecticut, I loved seeing the ocean. The lakes in Montana can be beautiful, but... it’s not quite the same.”

The Henbane: “Freakin’ Bliss.” / “Please promise me... that you’ll never, ever let me end up like one of Faith’s Angels.” / “Exploiting people’s weaknesses and fears to get them to do what you want... it’s wrong on so many levels.” / “Rachel Jessop wasn’t the first, or even the second ‘Faith Seed’... I wonder if she’s ever afraid of ending up like them.” / “God wants people to follow him willingly, to choose to do good - not be forced into it with trickery and fear. Even if - in an insane world - Joseph was right, it doesn’t excuse the things that Eden’s Gate has done. If they have a message to spread, this isn’t the way to do it.”

Holland Valley: “Saying ‘Yes’ to everything doesn’t make you a better person.” /  “Many people know the seven deadly sins... but few people can name - let alone even know about - the 'seven virtues': chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. ...But you don’t see John tattooing those on people.” / John is... he’s done some horrible things. Committed heinous acts. But knowing the life he had to endure as a child when the Duncans adopted him... I hate so many of the things he’s done, but... part of me can’t help feeling sorry for him, too.” / “Underneath all those layers of ‘jackass’, way, waaaay deep down... I think there’s a lot of hurt and pain in John.”

The Whitetails: “Jacob acts like having feelings, friends, caring for things and people makes you weak. It’s just the opposite... having things to fight for - people to fight for - is a strength. More than just a ‘purpose’ - it’s a blessing.” / (angry) Jacob turning me into a weapon of destruction... he’s going to pay for that. / Forcing Bliss on animals to turn them into Judges... it’s wrong on multiple levels. / “I’m ‘weak’, Jacob? I’ll show you what a ‘weak’ person can do.”

[silvermoonjewel]

hey friends !!

here are some tag games that have been loooong overdue!! i was tagged twice by @moonpils thank u !! sorry that it took me so long ;;

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I am a Dreamer! The world is a place of beauty and magic in the eyes of a DREAMER. Where others see facts and figures, you see symbols, metaphors, and hidden meanings. 

21 Questions

Name: Celine

Nickname: atm people don’t really use nicknames for me anymore

Star sign: Taurus !

Height: 163cm

Current time: 09:03

Favourite artist: Super Junior, SHINee, BTOB, Monsta X, B1A4

Song stuck in head: i’m listening to an nct playlist now, summer 127 by nct 127 is playing !

Last Movie I Saw: hmmm i think it was Two Weeks Notice

Last thing I googled: ‘infj-t best match’ (i was showing a friend that my personality type matches well with Namjoon’s ahhaha)

Other blogs: yup! @narniadreams is my main!

Do I get asks: on this blog, almost never ;;

Reason of URL: i love hyukjae lol, it speaks for itself

Following: 128

Avg sleep: around 5 or 6 hours

What I am currently wearing: black long sleeve high neck shirt, black jean skirt + belt and chain, black thighs and black trainers. can u tell i like black?

Dream Job: film director i think

Dream Trip: i wanna go back to south korea SO BADLY!! but i also want to go to iceland one day, japan too, and new zealand! 

Favourite Foods: potatoes maybe? rice??? i also love apples

Instruments: i can play violin, and a bit of guitar/ukelele and piano

Favourite Song: It’s You by Super Junior is my favourite Kpop song ever, however there are so many great ones 

i don’t tag anyone bc i am WAY too late with this ;;; so so sorry, but these were fun to do !! 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #231

too lazy to even think of song lyrics to put, just have this

Do bridges make you nervous? Somewhat. Are there any movies that you find so dumb, you find funny? Aha, Napoleon Dynamite. Do you have any older siblings? Four + one I don't know. How often do you vacation? Pretty much never. Are you currently having any cellular problems? My phone is ACTUAL horse shit. Have you ever tried to meet up with someone from online? With Sara, multiple times now. :') It'd be fantastic if when I go to South Africa I can meet Shaylee when I visit to the KMP, and my other friend Alyssa knows how badly I wanna meet Mark, so she insists on me going with her one day if he ever goes back to PAX East. I'd love to meet Connie, too. If you could have any car right now, what would you want exactly? Eh, I don't know car types. Something medium/smallish (I don't want very small for safety reasons) that's either burnt orange or red and just pretty and sleek. Do you think it’s cruel to leave a live fish to die in an ice box? Um???????? YEAH????????????????? Have you ever done anything sexual with someone of the same sex? Yeah. Do you collect issues of a certain magazine? No. Have you ever pawned anything off at a pawn shop? Nah. Do you have stomach abs? Ha, I wish. Do you know anyone who is trying to physically impersonate a celebrity? No, but oh my god, so my friend Leon, right? He looks UNCANNILY like Leon Kennedy (WEIRD name coincidence????) from the Resident Evil series so much that he dressed as him one day. The resemblance is fucking unbelievable, especially when his hair was longer in the front. Do you have the Bakery Story app? Haven't heard of it. Do you watch Sister Wives? Haven't heard of that, either. How do you feel about polygamy? It's definitely not for me, but if it's KNOWINGLY between a consenting, happy group of people, you do you, man. Just hardcore practice safe sex. Have you ever seen a shuttle launch? No. What would your parents say is the worst thing you’ve ever done? I haven't got a clue. I'd assume Mom would probably say me texting her "fuck you" even though she deserved it. Dad, probably the letter I wrote him after the divorce. Are we having signs of the apocalypse? I don't even remember the Biblical signs besides like, swarms of locusts and humanity's focus shifting to materialism. I say rather we're having actually scientific signs of a mass extinction coming in the next few centuries, probably, or sooner. Historically, we're extremely overdue for one, anyway. Global warming, the ozone, overpopulation, pollution... you know, all that jazz. We're killing the earth. Would you rather see The Blue Man Group or Fear Factor live? Blue Man Group. Do you have any vintage clothing? Man, I wish. Are you glad to accept any certain person’s hand-me-downs? "As long as it fits and it’s like, clean, I guess?" <<<< This. Have you ever bought anything at Rue 21? Yeah, I like that store. The graphic tees section, at least. What color of colored contacts would you like to have? Like, purple or something. NO, cyan. Gimme a Manson feel. What’s on your bed? Me, Teddy, Roman, my laptop and mouse, my pillows, sheets, blanket, phone... Your floor besides furniture? My bookbag and purse. Wires. Shoes. Your dresser? My meerkat collection, along with some other plushies. The top shelf in your closet? I have no clue. Are there any dead stuffed animals in your house? Uh, you mean taxidermy? No. I am viciously against hunting "trophies." HOWEVER, I'm deeply into vulture culture and have mixed feelings about making art of NATURALLY deceased wildlife... A part of me says that's disrespectful, and then the other says it's very honoring and respectful, to immortalize an animal's beauty as art after experiencing a good life. It's something I semi-want to get into, but again, I'm torn on my thoughts about it. Do you know anyone who goes fishing, but doesn’t like fish? Do you mean like, eating fish? I'll fish with Dad if he invites me (I otherwise stopped as I don't support it if not necessary for food, but this has always been my and Dad's "thing"), but I hate fish as food. If you mean they don't enjoy fish as animals, I don't think so. What’s the best prize you’ve won on an amusement park/carnival game? I don't have a clue. Have you ever done anything sexual in a school? No, besides simple kisses. Have you ever been indoor skydiving? No. Would you have any interest in going on a cruise? No. Being out in the ocean scares me. Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? No. How old was the oldest person you’ve dated? Maybe like, five years older. Do you know anyone who has their own podcast? No. Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No. How many children do you want, and how did you decide on this number? None. I decided because 1.) I would be a terrible mother, 2.) I'm not putting anyone's well-being above my own ever again, 3.) I'm not dedicating the remainder of my life trying to raise someone who might end up not even caring about me, and 4.) they're fuckin expensive and I've been poor my whole life and will do almost anything to keep my bills and expenses in general as low as possible. Where did your last kiss take place? The airport. Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? Oh, definitely. I loved reading. ^ What were some of your favorite books? Little-little kid books included Stellaluna, What Makes a Rainbow?, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Rainbow Fish, 10 Minutes 'Til Bedtime... a lot. As like an elementary student, I was really into the Magic Tree House and Hank the Cowdog series. Then in middle school, Warriors dominated my bookshelf. Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? Visual. Do you have any dietary restrictions? No. Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I've never used any. What is your favorite coffee brand? N/A What is your favorite tea brand? N/A Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. I probably only will for maybe my wedding. How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? 21 I guess. Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? Uh. I actually don't know. I don't pay attention. Which of your good habits has made the biggest positive difference in your life? Coming to understand I have to put myself first, probably. Or learning how to talk to myself gently. Have you ever dated someone who was very lazy? No. Have you ever turned down a job offer? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. I always quit too early for that, really. Do you overuse smileys? I don't think so. At least not anywhere near how I did as a pre-teen in the "LOL rANdoM!!!!!! XD" phase. Who is better; Madonna or Blondie? Idk. Who is better; Elton John or Billy Joel? BILLY!!!!!!! Name three website you visit every day: YouTube, Kalahari Manor, and deviantART. Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? Tyler and I watched the first one. I don't remember what I thought about it, really. Have you ever worn black eyeliner? "Yeah. That’s the only kind I wear." <<<< This. Have you ever worn blue mascara? No. That'd look weird on me. Hm, or maybe not. Maybe it'd bring out my blue eyes. Ever spiked your hair? No. How long have you had a computer? I don't have a clue. Have you ever written something, and published it on the internet? Well yeah? When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) Hell, forever ago when I was at Colleen's with Girt and we played CAH. Can you play chess? Nope. When was the last time you read a book over 700 pages long? Shit man, no clue. I don't know if I ever have. Have you ever drank cherry Coke? GOOD STUFF Do you prefer using pens or pencils? Pencils, considering you can erase. I avoid using pens if I can. Have you ever skipped for a long distance? Maybe as a little kid? Are you excited for the holidays? Halloween was disappointing, as I did absolutely zip. I honestly don't care about Thanksgiving. We always just go have dinner with Ashley's bigot in-laws. I'm VERY hyped for Christmas 'cuz I'm probably gonna be with Sara!! Can you play any instruments? I played the flute for years, but I don't think I could remember how to now. Are you a Facebook addict? Nah. Are you afraid of stink bugs? YEAH. I hate beetle-like insects. Do you have a printer? Yeah. Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? HAHAHAHA I HOPE SHE DOESN'T STILL HAVE IT, MY FRIEND ONCE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME IN THE MIDDLE OF EATING A HOT DOG AND I JUST REALLY HATE IT. Do you still live at home? Yeah. Are you currently enrolled in college? Yep. Do you care what others say about you? Way too much. Have you ever played Farmville? No. What is your favorite video game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus. What song represents your life the best? "Get Up" by Mother Mother makes me think of myself A LOT. Are you into anime? Yeah. Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. The Notebook. Always. Do you watch the Disney Channel? Not anymore. Do you swear? Way too much. Do you overthink things? You wouldn't BELIEVE how much I do. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? A fuckin ginormous black lab until Ashley moved out. He wasn't even full-grown. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? As a kid, I was running on the gravel road and slipped and fell. I scraped my knees to the point of pus coming out. It took a loooong time to heal. I cried SO fucking loudly. Bad, bad memory made only worse because Dad got so annoyed by it that he yelled at me to shut up. Happy beyond words he changed so much after the divorce and stopped drinking. What is something you like to have conversations about? MARK and other YouTubers I love to an unreasonable height, meerkats, vidya games I enjoy, RP, bands I love... What all is in the trunk of your car? I don't have a clue. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? EW no. I hate that shit. How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? By doing nothing, lately. I don't have anywhere to go, so no point in even dressing up. Plus I can't afford costumes. When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Uh. I have zero clue. Have you ever eaten/drank something and then realized it was past the expiration date? Probably at some point. Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? I have an amethyst angel pin from my grandmother. When I was in high school and going through my most suicidal phases, I wore it on my shirt underneath my hoodies. What is something unusual that annoys you? Hm. Well, I think this resonates with a lot of people at least to a mild degree, but it really angers me when people don't put their shopping carts back and just sit them in/by a parking spot. Fucking lazy as hell. Does mind over matter work for you? Rarely. What was the last thing you were invited to? No clue. Well, besides the obvious things like my niece and nephew's b-day parties, I don't know. What item should never be shared? Stealing the last person's answer: your toothbrush. What do you usually order at Taco Bell? A cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatoes. Sometimes the cinnamon delight things instead of the potatoes. Have you ever sat all the way through Gone With the Wind? No. Does drinking alcohol make you act more like your true self? I don't know if it's my "true" self, but I'm more extroverted and calmer. Have you ever googled a name and found somebody? Uhhhh so this is probably so incredibly creepy, but I jumped through hoops finding Jason's landline a few days before my suicide attempt because I was absolutely desperate to talk to him. It was in the dead of night and his sweetheart mom picked up and spoke with me for like two whole hours trying to calm me down. Jason was asleep, apparently. I miss that woman. She was so patient and gentle that night. Okay I'm honestly getting pretty emotional recalling that night so MOVING ON. What is your favorite possession? My iPod, really. I've had it since middle school and has 1k+ songs on it that I, like an idiot, am too lazy to back up... soooo when it dies, which it's WAY overdue to do, I will probably tear the world in two. What makes you feel like you are young again? Laughing hysterically. Especially when I do this little squeaking sound. Girt pointed it out all the time and since then I've actually paid attention to it and it's fuckin cute tbh. Are you picky? You. Don't. Even. KNOW. You have one wish, what would it be? World peace. How tall is the person you like? Shorter or taller? She's just like two inches shorter at 5'2''. How tall was the tallest person you’ve dated? Fucking hell, Girt was AT LEAST 6', I'm sure taller. I only reached his chest. How many foreign friends do you have? Oh boy, plenty. Well, I'd say most are acquaintances, but still. I've been on the Internet too long. In which countries do they live? European countries and Australia are the ones I know off the top of my head. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? Hmmm, probably going skating with my friends. What’s the most interesting story you’ve never told anybody? I don't know. What’s the most complicated meal you’ve cooked? Nothing. Have you ever come up with your own game? As kids, my sisters and I did a lot. What is something you value a lot in your life? Having a home, food to eat, a family that loves me... the basics that unfortunately many people don't have. Whose hand did you hold last? Sara's. What was the last thing you planted? Habanero peppers, I think. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? *shrugs* When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably by holding doors open? What's the most selfless act you have done? Probably compromising my mental health to help others. I dunno. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? wtf no get out of mah swamp Are you clumsy? If so, how? I'm a newborn deer ffs. I bump into and trip over shit every day. How many Lidls are there in your town? None. I think. I think the closest is in the next town over. How do you like your favorite beverage? Cold and freshly opened 'cuz carbonation. Are you going to any concerts this summer? Ozzy Osbourne is very likely and I am NOT over it even though that was decided forever ago. Have you ever been to a concert? Once. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I have PTSD from that relationship, getting away from those thoughts isn't a thing until my brain decides it's over it. Like I mainly just look for a distraction, but honestly, the only thing that seems to be truly effective is time or sleep. Do you watch any TV shows where the setting’s a hospital? I enjoy The Good Doctor, but I've talked about my disinterest in TV plenty. Did your first real significant other change you at all? HI HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE BREAKUP??????????????? Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? Nah, not anymore. I broke that "promise" anyway through total cheat methods or whatever you want to call them, but I'm ultimately glad I thought I was obeying abstinence through that time considering honestly with how serious we were and how impulsive I was, I genuinely wonder if I would've wound up pregnant. Let's NOT IMAGINE THAT ROUTE. How many schools have you been to? Six. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Isn’t it lovely when your S/O smells good? I mean yeah, would anyone answer "no"???? Who’s your favorite actor? Mark is an official actor now don't even fuckin try me about this Who can make you laugh no matter what? *points up* + Sara and Game Grumps. Has a movie ever made you cry? Which one(s)? The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Titanic, Old Yeller, The Lion King, Coco, Finding Dory, Johnny Got His Gun... man, a lot. I'm a baby when it comes to movies. Do you keep a list of movies you want to watch so you don't forget? No. What was the last song you heard for the first time and enjoyed? It was one of Highly Suspect's new songs. I think it was called "Snow White." What do you prefer -- the original fairy tales, or the Disney versions? Disney. Would you like more film adaptations of traditional fairy tales? Yeah, I enjoy them. Are there any comic books you'd like to see made into a movie? I don't read 'em. Are there any comic book movies you wish had been better? ^ Have you watched the Good Omens series yet? Thoughts? No. Who are some of your favorite female fictional characters, and why? Yrel from World of Warcraft is a fucking badass that needs to come back, I love Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3 with her being a realistic, relatable, and headstrong female protagonist that takes no shit, Bayonetta is my Mommy like have you seen that girl work (she served as some of my first evidence I wasn't straight, actually), I love Cynder from The Legend of Spyro saga with her personality overall and story... there's a lot I love. OH! Ellie from The Last of Us is impossible to not mention. It's beyond debate she's one of the toughest females in video game history, and it was interesting to watch her grow up in a post-apocalyptic world where horrors and tragedy were so normal. Something you didn't like that happened in one of your fave shows/books? GINGA DENSETSU WEED SPOILER: I will forever be livid Jerome died sobs I loved him more than I love myself. THE OUTSIDERS SPOILER: Dally's death devastated me. A character (in anything) you wish hadn't been killed off? Vol'jin's death in WoW was fucking stupid and entirely anticlimactic. Make the guy warchief & then Blizz doesn't know what to do with him and lets trash kill him, such shit writing, look guys I'm fuckin tilted about- What was the last video you saw that made you smile? Oh my god, I watched a clip of Shane Dawson at the Mall of America with Jeffree today, and he was physically in a state of shock, entirely speechless, and in tears. My lips were about to split my face in half smiling and almost crying. He deserves all he's getting right now beyond words. What's something exciting that's happened recently? A Heist With Markiplier was the best thing that ever happened to me ok. What about something upsetting? My grandma going downhill so fast. Cancer cells are now clearly visible in her blood. Do you have any calluses on your feet? So possibly TMI so look away, but I used to walk SO MUCH that my feet, especially my big toes, have the thickest calluses you could probably imagine. They bother me so much that I want to see whatever kind of doctor that can get rid of the damn things. Nothing I've ever done has helped get rid of them. I've CUT areas off in hopes of them going away, but it always heals BACK into a callus???? What was your last big purchase? Teddy's vet visit. Have you ever eaten grits? Grits are disgusting. What is the name of your YouTube channel, if you have one? 0zzkat. Do you wear the same shirt and shorts multiple times before washing? It depends on how long I wore the shirt and if I sweat. You'd never see me in shorts. What color is your favorite lip gloss? I don't use gloss. How many different states have you lived in? Just one. Are you allergic to bees? No. What color is the rim around your bedroom mirror (if applicable)? Black. What is your favorite flavor of saltwater toffee? I don't know if I've ever tried that. Have you ever vacationed on an island? No. What does your favorite bikini look like? Remember how I said you wouldn't see me in shorts? That goes even more for bikinis. What flavor was the last slushee you had? Strawberry limeade.

[woah-big-place]

A Freaking Adventure

Author: Bluedefundead Genre: Attempt at comedy and angst cause angst is practically my middle name. Words: 3,773 (I write a lot) Warnings: Cursing, like, lots of it. I swear a lot tbh.

A/N: Heyo. This is my very first story/fanfic on Tumblr, so please be gentle. I’m new to the site as a whole, too. So that’s a thing. Yeah. This is my submission for @mrswhozeewhatsis’s “Not an April Fool’s Joke Challenge”, so thank you! This is set up as if my character/I already met Sam and Dean since it is set up in their universe, not in the FrenchMistake!AU. Last thing, I could not for the life of me figure out how a hunt could involve hockey (since I happen to be a goalie), so I decided to focus on one of my passions instead of a talent; that passion being History. Daz all. Enjoy!

P.S: I am aware that this is LOOOONG overdue but I hit a funk and I was afraid to post it. Sorry if it sucks lol.

 It was nearly noon on the Friday before the Easter Break, and Alison still hadn’t gotten out of bed. There was no point after all, she had nothing planned for the day except her workout. Her blue eyes wandered around her room, taking in the familiar beige walls, the digital clock on her nightstand, and her cluttered desk with a blank expression.

 A part of her was screaming at her to get up, insisting that she wasting precious daylight and losing opportunities to be productive. However, another part of her just wanted to lay down and daydream, her body feeling perfectly comfortable under her blankets.

 With a long contemplative sigh, she lifted herself up and out of her bed. She hadn’t had a lot of time that week to write anything or finish up any of those science projects that had been due for a month. So, she figured she might as well do them. First, she needed a cup of coffee.

 Stepping out of her dark bedroom while tossing her robe over her shoulders, Alison released a majestic yawn, stretched, then made her way to the kitchen. After her coffee had been brewed to perfection and her toast was coated in peanut butter, she took a seat at her table and listened to the silence of her home.

 Her sister and parents would be gone all weekend, since they were visiting a university in Quebec. Alison sighed, taking a bite of her toast. She couldn’t believe her sister was going to university, and she’d be stuck alone in that Hell of a high school. They didn’t get along too much, but when they did, they had tons of fun together.

 She didn’t want her to go, because she knew her sister would forget about her, she was forgetful like that. She didn’t want to be left in the dust, she didn’t want to lose her sister, and she certainly didn’t want to be lonely. Not again. Not ever again.

 As if her deep thoughts were a summoning spell, the doorbell rang, quickly followed by her dog’s unceasing and loud barking, scaring the crap out of Alison. She sprinted to the bathroom and glanced at her appearance in the mirror, cringing immediately.

 Her long curly hair resembled a hornets nest, she was dressed in her batman pajama pants with a random hockey t-shirt and her robe. It also seemed like the sandman had dumped all the contents of his bucket onto her eyes. She would have at least thrown her hair into a ponytail, but the person on the other side of her door was excessively ringing her doorbell and her dog was barking like mad, not relaxing her nerves whatsoever.

 “I’m coming, God dammit! Shadow! Chill out!” she shouted, making her way to the door all the while rubbing her eyes in a ditch effort to get rid of some of the crust around her eyes. 

 When she reached the door, she grabbed Shadow by the scruff and shoved her into the office, the barking continuing. When she opened the door, she was ready to bite her visitor’s head off, but stopped herself when her eyes met Sam Winchester’s puppy dog eyes. Next to him stood his older but shorter brother, Dean.

 “Alison, thank God you’re home. We need you.” Sam breathed, clearly relieved to see her. Alison on the other hand, was too busy gaping at them, eyes wide, and her mind running a million miles a second. She hadn’t even comprehended Sam’s words in her head.

 ‘Why are they here? Why did they drive all the way to Ottawa? Wait, how’d they find out where I lived? You know, what? I’m not going to ask that; I’m not sure I want to know. Again, WHY ARE THEY HERE?!’

 She was shaken from her thoughts when Dean began to laugh, “Did you just get up? It’s, like, twelve-thirty in the afternoon!”

 Instantly, her demeanor changed and her cheeks flared red in embarrassment. “Shut up.” she grumbled, inviting both brothers in with a wave of her hand.

 When they stepped in, admiring her home, they both jumped when Shadow slammed herself against the office door, still barking like a lunatic. “Guys, this is Shadow. If you plan on staying here to talk then I think you should meet her, otherwise she’ll bark us to insanity.” Sam and Dean were both visibly terrified of the coal black German Shepherd, but they agreed nonetheless.

 After Alison had released Shadow and she had gotten acquainted to the brothers, the younger girl led the boys to the living room, grabbing her coffee on the way to her seat in the love chair. As Dean and Sam sat on the sofa, Alison thought back to how she’d met them.

 Alison had met the Winchesters two years prior when she’d been visiting Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. The boys were attempting to get a vacation for a week, but ran into a hunt instead. A World War Two soldier had been haunting the area and killing Japanese people left and right. Alison had been studying American history at the time since history was one of her biggest passions besides Hockey, and was visiting for both vacation with her family and for hands-on studying.

 The Winchesters were questioning a tour guide about the bombing, but she surprisingly didn’t seem to have the answers they were looking for. Alison had noticed, and stepped in, having done extensive research on it for an essay. Long story short, she became friends with them, learned about the existence of monsters, and had become their go to gal for any case that involved history. But she only ever talked with them over the phone, since she lived in Canada. This was the first time she’d seen them since Pearl Harbor.

 “So what in the Hell are you doing in Canada? You know I’m only a call away if you ever need me.” The brunette asked, Shadow trotting up to her and shoving a slimy toy onto her lap.

“Well, we have a case here in Ottawa that involves your ‘expertise’ at the Canadian War Museum, and we figured we might as well pick you up since your house was on the way. If, you were available, that is. We could really use your help, it would spare us having to get a tour guide and going through hours of research.” Sam explained, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward.

Alison nodded, accepting his answer, but still having questions. “Sure, I’d love to help! Especially since it involves the War Museum. But again, why are you taking a case in Canada?” she questioned.

This time, it was Dean that spoke, “We were in New York when we caught wind of a case up here, so we figured it wouldn’t really affect us too much if we checked it out.”

Alison slowly took in his words, taking a deep, contemplative, and loud sip of her coffee. ‘The Winchesters need me, sad, little, pathetic Alison. Woah. Sad, little, pathetic Alison is needed! My calling has come!’ 

“Alrighty then.”

~(OuO)~

   Later that day, when Alison looked much more presentable, Dean drove the Impala into the parking lot of the War Museum. She was practically bouncing in her seat, excited to go inside again. It’d been a year since she’d last visited, and she was excited to see if they had added anything new to the exhibit. Even if they didn’t, she was still excited to see what her country had contributed to history.

 As soon as Dean cut the engine, Alison sprung from the back seat, no longer being able to contain her eagerness. “I can’t believe you’re so excited about history. History of all subjects!” Dean exclaimed, making the brunette gasp in mock offense.

 “History is the most interesting subject! We get to talk about machine guns, tanks, sacrifices, and heroes! Now, enough chat! Let’s go see old stuff!” She didn’t give Dean any time to argue before she’d spun on her heel and was speed walking towards the front doors.

 Behind her, Dean turned to Sam, who merely chuckled and shrugged, lengthening his strides to catch up. “She’s almost as nerdy as you.” he commented when they reached the doors.

 After they’d paid to enter and gotten their stamps, Alison pulled a notebook and pencil from her bag, preparing to take notes and add notes she already had written down. “Never mind, she is nerdier than you.” Dean laughed, receiving a sharp poke in the abdomen from her pencil.

 “So what exactly are we hunting?” she inquired once they arrived at the First World War section of the museum.

 “Sam and I are hunting a monster, Alison. You are only helping us with research.” Dean said, voice hard.

 The girl with the blue eyes turned to Dean with creased brows. “Oh, come on, I know you guys hunt demons and wendigos n’ stuff already. At least tell me what it is.” she pleaded, though she could tell he wouldn’t be that easy to break.

 “Dean’s right, Alison. It’s bad enough that we’re even standing next to you. It’d be safer if you stayed in the dark for this one.” Sam said, making her sigh in defeat. What Sam says, goes.

 “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll just guess then!” she shrugged, wracking her brain as she looked at the exhibits. “It could be a ghost, revenant, or demon.” she thought aloud, back facing the Winchesters.

 “Alison, stop. We’re being serious here.” Dean demanded, voice a lot more firm than the girl expected to hear. She turned to him, and one look at him told her that she was treading on thin ice. This was indeed serious, maybe she was in way over her head.

 “That bad, huh? Alright, fine. I won’t bug you. Now, what are we looking for here? Information wise, not monster wise.” she spoke quickly, changing the subject.

 Sam and Dean were both visibly relieved when she stopped talking about what they were hunting, and asked her to show them around the WWI section, to which she did to the best of her abilities; explaining things they didn’t understand and giving them a brief summary on Canada’s involvement in the war, until they asked to be left alone to discuss what Alison assumed would be their monster.

 So, she decided to wander down to the WWII section, eyeing Hitler’s Mercedes Benz for a solid five minutes before moving on to the German torpedo, then the Cold War section. As her eyes scanned the items on display, taking notes as she went, two young girls sped past her, running towards the fake control panel where an activity was set up for the youngsters that visited.

 “I’m sorry about them.” A woman, who Alison could only assume was their mother, apologized, clearly embarrassed.

 The brunette merely shrugged with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.” she said, eyes returning to the sisters. She couldn’t help but think about her own sister, tears slowly building in her eyes as she recalled that soon, her sister would be gone. She’d give anything to be young like that again, even if she was only sixteen.

 Alison took a deep breath, forced herself to look away, and continued throughout the exhibit, not wanting to attract anyone’s attention. Her mood had become damp after seeing the little girls, not even being in the presence of a piece of the Berlin wall could cheer her up.

 ‘Maybe the tanks will cheer me up.’ she thought, making a beeline to the heavy metal door that led to the LeBreton Gallery. She was surprised when she saw that the room was completely deserted, not a single person in sight. This made her very happy, since she now had this section of the exhibit for herself.

 She went around, running her hand against the cool metal of the old vehicles and reading plaques that stood proudly next to their designated tank or car, finally feeling at ease. That is, until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she could feel a presence in the room with her.

 Alison was very intuitive, just like her mother and her grandmother before her; she could easily tell when the atmosphere in a room changed. She pretended not to be alarmed, walking casually along the rows of tanks, towards the exit. She was almost there, when she felt cold breath blow down her neck, sending her heart rate skyrocketing.

 Using her stellar goalie reflexes, she spun around and instinctively backhanded whoever was behind her, her right hand coming into contact with skin. The man standing behind her was around her height and he seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He held his jaw for a moment, before turning to her with an evil smile on his face.

 “You know, that actually hurt.” he stated, blinking once to reveal his onyx eyes. 

 “Oh shit.” Alison mumbled, taking two steps back, then booking it down an aisle. ‘Demon would be the correct guess.’ she thought as she squeezed herself between two cars to try and shake the demon.

 “Listen, since I feel bad that you’re young and I’m about to kill you, I’ll let you hide and come find you when I count to fifteen. If you try to run to either of the exits, I’ll kill you immediately. Got it? Good. One…” he began to count from wherever he was, his voice echoing throughout the gallery.

 Alison wasn’t sure whether or not to feel relieved that he was giving her a chance to live, albeit a small one. She’d be damned if she didn’t use it to her advantage. ‘Good thing I’m really fucking good at hiding.’ she thought, running up to a random vehicle. This vehicle happened to be a truck that was once used to transport injured soldiers, and the back doors were wide open for visitors to see inside.

 She jumped into the back and closed the doors behind her, wincing whenever the hinges squeaked. “Ten...  Eleven…” his voice was muffled now that she was hidden, but her heart still pounded in fear for her life. Alison knew she was cornering herself by hiding here, but that was a risk she needed to take; she needed to call Sam and Dean. She opened her phone and scrolled down the list in her contacts, reaching Dean’s contact first, and pressing it.

 “Fifteen!” The demon shouted as she pressed her phone to her ear.

 “Alison? Why are you-” the brunette cut him off, “There’s a demon trying to kill me in the LeBreton Gallery. Hurry your ass over here before he finds me.” she whisper-yelled, her senses on high alert for any indication that the demon was near.

  “We’re on our way. Stay on the phone. You got that tattoo, right? The one that protects you from possession?” Dean inquired. Alison also heard the faint sound of Sam asking what was going on in the background. “No. I didn’t, and that’s because if I did, my parents would probably call me a disgrace again.” she added quickly.

 Silence filled the other end of the line for a moment, before Dean spoke again. “Again? What did you do last time?”

 She rolled her eyes so hard, she thought she saw Castiel in the Heavens. “I stole from a vending machine.” Immediately, he began to laugh. “Shut the fuck up and save me!” she snapped, cheeks flaring in embarrassment as she clutched her phone tightly in her hand.

 “You know I can hear you, right?” she heard the demon say from right outside her hiding spot.

 “And I could give two fucks!” she cussed loudly, just as the doors swung open.

  “That’s not nice-”

 “FUS RO DAH!” Alison flung herself at the demon, trying to surprise him by being aggressive. She was successful, and ended up sending them both rolling across the floor.

 “Dean!” she snapped into her phone, getting up and taking off down the aisle again, only with a demon on her heels. Just then, Alison heard the heavy doors to the gallery fly open, relief washing over her for a moment before she remembered she still needed to run like a mofo.

 “Eat shit, satanic fuck!” she shouted as she grabbed a military helmet from one of the displays and chucking it at him. She would have laughed when it bounced off his face if she wasn’t in danger.

 When she turned the corner, she ran smack dab into Sam, sending them both flying to the ground while Dean ran past them armed with Ruby’s knife. When Sam and Alison got to their feet, Dean had already dealt with the demon, having stabbed it. 

 “That went well.” she commented, receiving Sam’s signature bitch face.

 “Ah! Well done, Squirrel!” An accented voice exclaimed from behind her. The brunette whipped around to see a stout man with a black suit walk forward, having seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

 His eyes met hers before he looked back at Sam and Dean. “Who’s this young lady?” he asked, cocking his head slightly in curiosity.

 “None of your business.” Dean answered, his jaw clenched. Alison was instantly suspicious. She had already noticed the bad vibe rolling off of him in waves, but something was telling her that this... little Irishman was more than he seemed.

 He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment before shrugging. “Alright, I’ll just call her Poodle then.” She gaped at his words, taken completely aback by the new nickname. She wasn’t stupid, she knew he was referencing her majestic curly locks, but she absolutely refused to be nicknamed after her least favourite dog in existence.

 “EXCUSE the FUCK outta you!” she shouted, taking two heavy steps in his direction before Sam grabbed her and practically lifted her away. The little man’s eyebrows rose in surprise, clearly taken aback by her aggressiveness.

 “We’ll be outside. Just deal with this, would you Dean?” Sam requested, dragging a fuming Alison out of the gallery.

 “This isn’t over, you bug-eyed dwarfish mongoose!” she roared as Sam dragged her away. She wanted to slap that shit eating grin off of Dean’s face so badly.

 /(OnO)/

 “Thanks a lot, Alison. We really appreciate you helping us today.” Sam said when they’d returned her to her home and they were standing on her front porch.

 “It was no problem, I had fun… I think?” she replied, thinking about the war helmet bouncing off the demon’s face. “I just have two questions for you before you two drive off into the sunset together. One, what did the war museum have to do with the demon you guys were hunting down? And two, who was that little shit that showed up after the demon had been dealt with?” she questioned, eyebrow raised.

 “Well, the demon we were hunting was actually a famous Canadian soldier that had been hopping from one war museum to the next. We lost track of him for a while until Cas identified him for us. We figured he was hiding out there, and were hoping to either catch him there, or find information on where is bones were buried. As for ‘that little shit’, I think it’s best you don’t know. He sent us after that demon because he was causing trouble.” Sam answered for her with a smile, clearly amused with her colourful name calling.

 “Oh, okay. That’s all I guess. Call me if you need anything. Promise to come save me from my boring life again sometime?” she pleaded, giving both brothers and individual hug.

 “We’ll see.” Dean answered, both of them beginning to head down her porch steps.

 They were halfway to the Impala, when Alison suddenly had a thought. “Hey, Dean!” she called, running to catch the eldest Winchester. They both turned to her. “Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked, giving Dean the best puppy eyes she could muster.

 “Okay, uh, sure.” he shrugged awkwardly. Sam took that as his queue to leave them and got into the passenger side of the Impala.

 Alison bit her lip, mulling her question over in her head and hesitating to speak. “Okay. Uhm. I know that Sam left for Stanford at some point and I was just wondering… what did it feel like? Did Sam forget about you?” she inquired, stumbling over her words a bit.

 When Dean gave her a confused frown, Alison sighed and continued. “My sister is leaving for university after the summer.” she clarified, willing tears not to cloud her vision. Dean seemed to understand immediately, and he gave her a sad smile.

“Listen, I’m not the best at this... touchy-feely stuff.” he began, making the young girl instantly wish she hadn’t asked. “But,” he continued, not giving her any time to speak, “I’ll give it a whirl just this once.”

 “I’m not going to lie, it sucked. Especially since I practically raised that bitch.” Alison couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his words, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She was quick to wipe it away, not really wanting to come off as weak.

 “I understand what you’re feeling. I didn’t want Sam to leave, just like I’m sure you don’t want your sister to leave.” he continued, putting a comforting, albeit awkward, hand on her shoulder. “But I guess... that’s just how life goes? Sure, you’ll still be able to contact her, but you’ve got to let her go do her own thing. Even if that means that you aren’t a part of that.”

 It wasn’t the answer Alison wanted, but she understood. She didn’t want Dean to be right, but at the same time, she knew he was. Dean seemed to notice her distress, so he pulled her into a hug, a few tears falling down Alison’s face again.

 “You’re tough, Alison. I know it’ll be hard, but if ever you need to talk to someone, we’re behind you, alright? We’re just a phone call away.” Alison pulled away from Dean and smiled up at him.

 “Okay. Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate this, and I mean it.” she breathed, Dean smiling back at her.

 “See you later, kiddo.” he said, patting her on the shoulder twice, before turning to join Sam in the Impala. As Alison watched them drive away, she couldn’t help but smile, thinking back on the events of the day with her heart feeling less burdened.

 Then, Shadow began to bark like crazy inside, making the brunette roll her eyes and step up onto her front porch again. “You ruined the fucking moment, Shadow!”

// Laura, if u r reading this, stfu <3

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