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solar-wing · 2 years ago

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⚣ Mind Yours 🤫

⚣🤫 A/N → Custom Spiderman drawing done by daviid.art on Instagram! Check out his work! Thank you! Always credit your fellow creators people. Anyway, first Miguel O'Hara fic. I think this was born out of my genuine disdain for him story-wise for trying to *spoiler bleep sound*, but also, from the fact that I'd let this man eat me like a Sunday dinner: no leftovers. Yeah...I said it. WARNINGS: Bit cringe but oh well. Flirty vibes (towards the end), Jealousy & Possessiveness, implied size kink.

⚣🤫 Summary → Okay, let's recap: Being one of the newly invited members into the Spider Society or Elite Force (what is the official name for this place anyway), there's a lot to take in. For one and probably the most pressing, why the hell is Miguel O'Hara always in Y/N's business? Does that man not have an entire Spiderman Task Force to run? And seriously, WHAT IS THE OFFICIAL TITLE OF THIS PLACE?!

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The Spider Society.

No, the Spidermen Elite Task Force.

Nah, that’s stupid too. What about the Spidey Watch Force?

Seriously?

Alright, names could be dealt with later. But, at some point, Y/N was going to have to figure out what the official name for this place was. It was enough when he was recruited by his mentor, Peter Parker B. Why he had the B on his hand, he didn’t initially understand until he came to HQ and realized just how many different versions of him there were.

Yeah, the B was necessary.

Anyway, Peter took him on as a mentor when their recruiting department, if that was the official title for it, singled him out as a candidate with high potential. He said that Y/N reminded him a lot of another one of his unofficial mentees named Miles. The recruit noted that he seemed to hear that name a lot around the place, but not always in the most positive manner. Especially from their leader, Spiderman 2099, or Miguel O’Hara officially.

Speaking of that dude, Y/N was getting more and more concerned with how much attention the guy seemed to be paying to him. He figured in the beginning, he just wanted to keep an eye on him to see how he was doing and make sure he was following protocols. It made sense, but as time went on and he continued to just always be around, that’s when the recruit started to get a bit weirded out.

Miguel was an interesting person, to say the least. Quiet and broody, a bit obsessive, and a lot irritable. but one who tended to have a flare for the dramatic. When he met the new recruit, most saw his interaction with him as typical behavior. However, those closest to him, like Lyla, Jess, and Peter, knew better.

When Peter brought Y/N to Miguel’s office to introduce the new recruit, which the Hispanic Spidey personally requested, he was his typical sarcastic and cold self. What surprised everyone was when he offered to personally mentor Y/N, saying Peter had more important things to deal with like his (at the time) pregnant wife.

Y/N appreciated the offer but chose to stick with Peter. He didn’t mention that Miguel sort of creeped him out and made him feel intimidated, figuring that would make things any better. Of course, his original mentor had to go and make it awkward anyway by gloating at how great of a mentor he had to be.

Jess, of course, disagreed with that statement.

There was no visual reaction from the Hispanic man, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he wasn’t happy with Y/N’s decision. But, could you blame the guy?!

Peter made training fun. He found ways to make things seem more fun and comical than they would’ve seemed in the moment. He always had a lightheartedness to his teachings and would use the most interesting (questionable) examples when helping Y/N solve a problem.

Miguel didn’t mentor that many people from what the recruit saw, and just from those sights, he could see why. He took things way too seriously. Always looking at things from a negative or sarcastic point of view. The man was stubborn as hell, refusing to believe that you could teach and guide without being an obsessive hard-ass 24/7.

In his mind, he was only teaching discipline and responsibility. Y/N made a joke saying his teachings are probably the blueprint for what sends people to therapy. Jess, Lyla, and Peter all laughed while Miguel just scowled from afar.

But, it didn’t stop there.

The more time Y/N spent in the task force, the more he noticed how Miguel was always finding reasons or excuses to be in his business. It wasn’t just routine checkups and one-on-ones as most would expect.

Miguel was virtually finding any way he could stick his nose truly where it didn’t belong. Y/N found it annoying and a bit obsessive, while Peter, Jess, and even Hobie eventually all saw it for what it was. Typically, most Spider-people were not known for being the most discreet when it came to someone they were interested in.

It started with small stuff; Miguel constantly calling Y/N into his for the smallest of things. He didn’t like how he handled this mission, should’ve called for backup on that mission, make sure he doesn’t interfere with canon events, yada yada yada.

Then, it started with small comments about whatever Y/N was doing. Him being on his phone too much, spending too much time goofing around with Peter and the other Spiders, and taking too many trips home when he wanted to see his family.

Anything that had to do with Y/N, the big-bodied muscled Latin had something to say about it, even when he wasn’t present. He’d come across some Spiders who had been partnered with the mentee on the last few missions. He overheard one of them making a suggestive comment and it did not sit well with him for obvious reasons.

The next day, Y/N was confused as to why he was suddenly being pulled from all missions with his previous comrades. Though he never did find out exactly why, he had a strong suspicion of who more or less was responsible for it. And not just because the order came directly from them, but that added to it

It only got more interesting when Y/N got his new mission assignments from Peter, and he saw that he was “coincidentally” paired with Miguel on all of them. The mentee looked at his mentor with confusion and annoyance and only got a shrug in response and an empathetic apology.

Jess and the computer hologram also gave him sympathetic responses but gave their friend and leader suspicious and not-impressed ones when they met with him later that day. Of course, Miguel played innocent and oblivious, acting as if he was only doing this to help improve Y/N’s abilities and skills out in the field since he observed some specific areas where he was lacking.

“Oh, you’re observing all right…” Peter mumbled under his breath to which Jess and Lyla both giggled.

Miguel was not tickled.

The missions, as expected, were a lot. On multiple occasions, Y/N felt like he was ready to either strangle Miguel or himself. Whichever came first was completely out of his hands.

Miguel was on him for every single thing he did, but the gag was that he wasn’t even doing much since the control freak would always push Y/N behind him, taking on whatever enemy or threat himself. He’d usually just end up doing things like crowd control, getting civilians and innocents out of danger, and jumping in whenever his leader got overwhelmed.

Yet, that wasn’t even the worst part.

During these “intimate” times together (if you could even call it that), Miguel would take it upon himself to start asking innocent little questions. Of course, only if you define ‘innocent’ as very invasive in Y/N’s personal business. In that case, Miguel was an angel sent from heaven.

There were many kinds of questions, but they mostly were focused on Y/N’s personal life, specifically his relationships whether platonic or non-platonic. If, by this point, it hasn’t occurred that Miguel doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body, especially when it comes to keeping his “possessive” nature under control, then let it be known now.

Miguel’s jealousy was obvious as shit.

Yet, the only one who was oblivious to it was Y/N, who was getting more and more irritated and frustrated with every question in his life about why he was talking to this one person, and why didn’t he accept Miguel as a mentor. Physically incapable of letting shit go.

That topic made frequent appearances in their conversations where Miguel would go into one of his sarcastic and moody rants about Peter not being a fit mentor and how he would do so much better. The man was petty and could hold a grudge, and this seemed to be one he would not let go of for a long time.

At some point, Y/N had enough and went radio silent. Not completely, though. He told Peter that he was taking some time off and gonna stay in his dimension for a bit, to give himself a break from Miguel.

When he returned home, he left his watch buried in his desk and turned whatever communications or alerts he could off. As you can imagine, this did not sit well with Miguel, who probably was the only one who was consistently trying to contact Y/N, demanding to know why he wasn’t reporting in for their meetings or missions.

He would’ve gone to Peter and demanded he tell him what was going on, but he didn’t trust that soon-to-be father would give him the answer he wanted. So, he took matters into his own hands and made his way to Earth–6998.

Imagine Y/N’s surprise when he came home to a tall, buff-ass, brooding vampire Spiderman waiting in his bedroom with his watch in hand.

“Oh my god! Are you serious? You followed me home, broke into my house, and went through my drawer? And you’re sitting on my bed with outside clothes on?!” Y/N snapped.

That last one was just plain rude.

Miguel moved himself off the bed, his mask still on hiding his mildly guilty and awkward face.

“Why haven’t you reported to HQ? You missed three assignments, and I had to fix and fight a bunch of anomalies on my own.” Miguel demanded in his usual gruff manner.

“Because I’m taking a vacation, that’s why. And said vacation starts with me now washing my sheets and you leaving.” Y/N huffed before bumping past the taller man. He roughly pulled his sheets and pillowcases off his bed, gathering them in his arms before stomping towards the door, heading for his in-unit washer and dryer.

Miguel was hot on his trail, though, not planning on following the smaller Spiderman’s order in the slightest.

He was the boss last time he checked.

“I’m not going anywhere until you explain why you’ve been ignoring me.”

Y/N rolled his eyes while grabbing the detergent and fabric softener off the shelves from above, “I don’t have to explain anything to you. You may be in charge when it comes to your little Spider Society or Task Force or whatever you freaking call it, but when it comes to my life and my personal business, I answer to me, myself, and I only.”

After setting the washer and turning it on, he closed the lid before turning around, being met with a towering and bulky frame standing over him, not giving him much room to move past considering the tight space.

“I’d appreciate it if you would move out my way,” Y/N irritably asked, though his tone indicated that it was definitely not an ‘ask’ and more like a ‘get the fuck out my way.’

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped acting like a brat and ignoring me.” Miguel retorted.

“Ignoring you? IGNORING you?! How could I possibly ignore you when you constantly force your way into my life every single day? I can’t do anything or go anywhere without you two steps behind me or constantly asking me something that is, quite frankly, none of your concern! So, again, I am going to ask as politely as I can that you remove yourself from my home and learn how to mind yours. And, just so there’s no confusion, I 100% mean sticking your nose out of my business!”

Y/N went to bump past the stronger Spidey before he felt a large and tight grip on his upper arm, his whole body being pulled back before being shoved against the adjacent wall to the washing machine. Miguel crowded him against the surface, his body dwarfing him in size and leaving any possible room for him to move or try to escape.

Miguel leaned down into the young Spider’s face, his mask dematerializing over his face, showing the smug and flirty expression that was hiding under.

“You are my business, and I’ll continue doing as I please until you get it through your oblivious, tiny brain. Now, I’ll finish your sheets while you go get suited up, put your watch back on, and bring your ass back to HQ. We have a mission tonight, and then, we’re going to have a nice, long talk after.”

“And, just exactly how are you planning to make me do that?” Y/N pushed back, even if a small part of him wanted to give in, considering how so not hot he was finding this.

He had a thing for aggressive and dominant guys; sue him.

“Well, for starters, I can easily just say forget the sheets, toss you over my shoulder, and drag you back to HQ, whether you like it or not. But, I’d figured it’d be more considerate if I allowed you to return on your own choice.”

There was a silent pause between the two males, Miguel’s red eyes staring deep into Y/N’s who held a defiant glint in his own irises. A silent challenge was being waged between the two, seeing who would cave first, and considering the position he was already in, it was safe to say the smaller Spidey wouldn’t be winning this one, no matter how many webs or one-liners he shot out.

“Didn’t think the word considerate was in your vocabulary. Fine. But, I’m just doing the mission, and then I’m leaving.” Y/N caved, still somewhat in a defiant mood. Really, he was pushing the waters to see how far he could go.

Miguel raised an amused eyebrow before leaning up, giving the smaller Spider room to move. Just as Y/N moved out of his grasp, he felt a hot sting on his rear end. His hands went to cover his throbbing tushie while turning to see a cocky look on his face, the guilty gloved hand with the claws extended caught in the act.

“Remember who’s in charge here. Mind yours, Y/N, and I’ll mind mine.”

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roseniceblade-blog · 6 months ago

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. first impressions ╭──╯ . . . . .

russell adler x oc

summary: returning to the job you love, after some unsettling events, you try to welcome new changes. Some more mysterious than others....

authors note: Okay, I know this should be on my writing blog, but I have more Adler stuff on here, I think. I'm also still working on my Crossover story that more chapters are coming out. To be honest, I had the oc idea for a while but didn't know how to execute, so this is just a little snippet drabble of that idea.

“They're late.” CIA Russell Adler commented to his fellow teammate Alex Mason as Adler took a casual puff from his cigarette. Amsterdam; 1981 — they're moving on a target but someone's missing.

“They'll be here.” Mason assured.

“Are you sure about that? How do you know your friend is trustworthy?”

“Trust me, she's one of the best.” Adler gave him a confused look.

“She?”

“Problem?”

“...Nope, not at all.” Adler trailed on as sees the contact they're meeting with, however, someone was by their hip. He had to do a double take when he glanced her way. He would never admit it, but he could've sworn she almost took his breath away.

“Well, Mr. Hans, here is my good friend and his colleague. I'm sure you know them well.” You greeted the two men. You wanted to start off strong since it's been a while since being in the field. Hudson did you a kindness after something happened to you recently. He's helped you before, so you helped too.

“Come on. Woods is itching for a dust up.” Alex's friend said. “Don't want to let him down.” This is the first time you met him and he's…an interesting character. All three of us walked out but you managed to time an interception by clearing your throat. Alex turned behind him, owing you an explanation since Hudson didn't explain EVERYTHING to you.

“Oh yea, forgot.” Alex chuckled as you playfully whack his shoulder.

“Dude!” He feigned getting hurt but you knew he was just messing with you. Like old times…God, you'd miss that. More than they'll ever know..

“Sorry ‘bout that. Adler, meet Vanessa Hansley; one of the best people you'll ever meet. Vanessa, meet Russell Adler.” Alex introduced. Looking at this mystery man, curiously. It was took dark out so you couldn't see his face that well.

“Yeah, we'll do introductions later. Let's get Qasim.” Adler brushed off, walking towards Frank.

Huh, some guy.

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Within a few hours, you're donning your old combat gear, boots, the whole shebang. It's been a long time but luckily it still fits. You're about to put on your “war paint”; Frank recommended it years ago and helped. Starting until a certain individual in aviators appeared from the side.

You know you're doing it wrong, right?” Jolting, you turn towards the direction of the voice and was a bit relieved. “Jumpy, huh?” He teased. You scoff at the false claim.

“No, I'm not jumpy. Also, I actually am doing it right.” Ignoring him, you continue. He walks closer and sits down in the mundane motel room we're using to prep for the mission at the airport.

“I can see your face still…I can help.”

“No, thank you. It's just —”

“Just come over here.” He insisted. Not wanting to argue further, you walk over to sit on the bed and Adler brings the chair over to sit in front. He doesn't say a word. Just placed the paint jar on the small nightstand and began working. He was…gentle? Of course, her first impression was that of he's the type of guy who puts business/work before everything. Especially of how he brushed her off when they first met. But now he's this close to you, definitely not what you thought originally. ‘Not that bad looking either’ you thought. God, Vanessa, get a grip! You just met him! You were able to get your thoughts in check as he continued to take his time.

“I'm sorry that you got to do this.” You speak carefully as the paint doesn't get in your mouth. “Usually I can do this — done it plenty of times in the past but…I'm a bit rusty…” Alder gazes at you, saying nothing for a few moments.

“Rusty? You didn't seem that way back on the rooftops.” He said. Chuckling, you sigh at the mayhem of what just occurred the past few hours.

“Well, yeah but to be honest, it was just mostly adrenaline. Anger too…”

“Really? Why?” You're hesitant to reveal such sensitive info to a stranger, hell you haven't told Mason and Woods yet. However…

“Yeah…a lot's happened in the span of like 2 days. Also I was supposed to “resign” but Hudson never finalized it.”

“Now, why resign?” Adler asked, curiously.

“Oh hey now, this isn't ‘20 questions to only one person’. What about you, what's your story?” You asked. He sadly went silent again as he finished up. Apologizing again for intruding, he just gave you a small smirk. He could see why Mason was so confident in you and your skills. “Well, I do think of myself as an excellent listener. I hope we can be friends…you need them in this line of work.” You confessed.

“Hmm…maybe. Who knows?”

“Oh, who know?” you mocked, “I'll have you know I'm so fun to be around! Like uber fun!”

“Yeah?” He playfully rolled his eyes.

“Uhhh, yea and —” A knock emitted behind Adler, cutting off our conversation.

“Yo, hurry up there, we gotta go!” Frank yelled out, disrupting the awkward tension. You gathered the rest of the necessary equipment and started to walk out.

“To be continued..” Adler said as he opened the door for you, both of us walking into who knows what for this mission.

#russell adler x reader #russell adler #call of duty #call of duty cold war #fanfiction #i need him #this man has me in a chokehold #writing #oc #x reader #video games

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louisthepillowprincess · 4 months ago

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After watching Olurinatti's review on Interview With The Vampire, I fear I need to rewatch with my Black✊🏾 cap on, rather than my "lets just take this in as it is,"🫶🏾 initial viewing.

As someone who started watching because of the TikTok edits and loving my fellow queers I started watching the show, with no prior knowledge of anything except that everyone was a cunty vampire, constantly serving face.

But I fear, this rewatch will make me HATE Lestat... Because the micro/MACRO aggressions he does throughout season one we're not completely lost on me, but I did not analyze further.

Unless you're Black I do not imagine many look at the story this way, considering Louis is white in the original book but, him being a Black, Creole, gay man during Jim Crow is VERY important to the way he acts and people treat him, including Lestat.

The identity of Louis is why I attached myself to the character and love him so much. Because I understand the plight. Being Black and queer with a religious family is NOT for the faint of heart bb, let me tell you.

And I get really agro with the way some people talk about him as if he crashes out for no reason, when there is one, but it's one you wouldn't understand.

It's also why I fear people trying to BlackMan™ him with a hyper masculine approach to his character, when he's never been allowed to truly show all the facets to himself because of the way people view Black men.

EDIT: What I mean by this is people do not know how to take a Black gay man who is not acting in the 'stereotypical' way gay men usually do, like Lestat. So they assign this hyper masculine identity to his character.

When I see Louis in the way he carefully styles his clothes, the care he puts into his hair, the way he sits with his legs crossed; keeping his back straight, constantly trying to keep control of everything around him because he has to, if not things fall apart.

At least this is what he is made to believe by his family and everyone around him. That it's on him to provide, to fix and contain himself while doing so.

Not to absolve Louis of anything because my pookie did some fuck shit, (cough) choosing dudes over his daughter multiple times, throwing Armand's abuse back in his face, using woman as prostitutes for profit, etc,.

Even still, I feel he's a character many do not know how to take or analyze properly because of the disconnect they feel with his identity and his actions.

I hope this shit makes sense. 😭

TL;DL I'm rewatching IWTV with a more Black Analysis approach.

#loustat #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #lestat de lioncourt #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #ldpdl #amc iwtv #iwtv

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catbountry · 5 months ago

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I think the most upsetting thing about the Neil Gaiman accusations is because I'm so used to creators whose work I love giving off some very obvious signs that something is deeply fucked with them being called out for fuckshit. If you'll indulge me, I'd like to compare and contrast my feelings on this to when accusations against another, very different artist from whom I took a lot of influence from was were made public; an artist whose influence on my own work goes back even further than Neil's.

I'm gonna compare my feelings to finding out the truth about Neil to my feelings finding out the shit Ren and Stimpy creator John Kricfalusi had been up to since the 90's.

I was not at all surprised finding out John Kricfalusi was grooming and raping minors. Shocked? Yeah, a little bit, but not surprised. I already knew that dude was and still is a dirty old man and an asshole for YEARS. He broadcasted the fact that he is an asshole so blatantly that I remember finding his blog when I was 18 and I briefly thought about reaching out to him because he was such a huge artistic influence of mine, but I was intimidated by him. I was afraid he would tear my still quite anime influenced art to shreds and crush my fragile spirit. Turns out that is probably not what I should have been afraid of.

Neil had Tori Amos fooled. Tori Amos. He was the godfather to one of her children. She was tearing up when interviewed about those accusations. People who knew Neil just didn't see this part of him. Instead, he appeared to have kept that behavior to women who he thought he could most easily get away with treating in the most vile and degrading ways possible. The calculation in that is terrifying. I wanted to meet Neil. I briefly saw him walk past me at a small local con where he was invited as the guest of honor alongside Peter S. Beagle, who I did get to talk to and would see at cons in the years following quite regularly. He recognized me. I doubt Peter knew. I doubt Terry Pratchett knew.

With John K., I was able to get some catharsis with fellow Ren and Stimpy fans by talking about the contributions of other artists who worked on the show. We were able to laugh at his strange behavior that included punching a lamp and screaming, or hiding under the desk of one of the girls he's groomed while he cried. He was so obvious. There were so many angles to attack him from, it was like beating the candy out of a pinata. It probably helped that the cartoon he created was purposely crass and juvenile, that his issues with his father were so nakedly on display and even mocked by the staff who stuck around for the Games Animation era (honestly, I feel like this is an underrated era of the show; it's not quite the same with John's particular brand of batshit, but they did the best they could and the best episodes were ones that were making fun of him and how seriously he took himself). Stories about him hitting on young fans at conventions and acting unhinged were numerous. People knew about him being racist, and he was obviously a chauvinist. He was notoriously difficult to work with and was known for verbally and psychologically abusing his subordinates. Very quickly, the people who worked for him were whittled down to yes men, 20-something year-old fanboys, and suspiciously young girls. If he wasn't as talented and passionate about animation as he is, nobody would have put up with this dude. He surrounded himself with people who lacked the emotional maturity to see through his persona as a misunderstood genius.

But Neil? I knew about the groupies. I'd only ever heard of consensual hook-ups. The man was charming and witty and, I'm not gonna lie, I found him attractive. I certainly did the one time I saw him in person, over 20 years ago. It beggared belief that he would stoop to this level. I didn't want to believe it at first because of the original podcast having an ulterior motive of being TERFs. Like obviously, this is not about ease of access to strange ass. It's about power. One only needs to read the Vulture article to find out how much of this was getting off on abusing vulnerable women; women who wouldn't be believed because he was such a Good Feminist. He was beloved on this website. Hell, I sent him a few rambling asks to his blog telling him how much Sandman meant to me, how much it influenced me as a comic artist. I sent one while zonked mere days before the allegations dropped, and confided in him about how I was using my comics as a way to process my trauma from an abusive relationship, coincidentally from a comic book fanboy who enlisted me to help track down Neil at a room party to meet him (we did not find him). I even included a panel from one of the comics that had an exchange that felt like I was directly tapping into the influence from him specifically. And then the allegations dropped. And then the Vulture article came out. And it kept getting worse and worse.

I don't know how to mock him like I could so easily with John. I don't know if I want to mock him. I'm angry, hurt, saddened and deeply disturbed. Turns out Neil's about as fucked up as John, but Neil kept it hidden. He didn't radiate the same pathetic, insecure, fragile masculinity combined with an insistence on mirroring the appearance and artistic sensibilities of one of his idols the way John does with Bob Clampett. His work doesn't scream at the absolute tops of its lungs what lurks deep inside of him, and how he's perpetually stuck in an adolescent mindset. Instead, Neil gave us glimpses that were framed in such a way that no reasonable person could look at them and assume these were confessions... and it's only after being exposed that it ever even crossed my mind to examine them in such a way.

There was never any reason to believe that the writer in Sandman who raped a muse he kept imprisoned for ideas was a reflection of Neil, especially after he'd received the karmic justice dealt to him by Morpheus. Good people can and do write some very disturbing shit. Clearly, he knew that this was wrong, vile, and foul. And yet, he inflicted that anguish onto over a dozen women that we know of. Like... what the fuck, man? Why? I got very used to my own abuser having a layer of plausible deniability, some kind of excuse, just enough restraint to keep me around and keep pushing my boundaries, resorting to pouting and pleading when presented with a "no" so that he could lie to himself and convince himself that he never did anything I didn't agree to. But the acts described by Neil's victims are so sickening that there was no way in hell he didn't know exactly what he was doing. He knew it was wrong. He got people to trust him because he so openly acknowledged just how wrong this type of behavior is... and yet he did it anyway.

That's what makes this feel like such an act of betrayal, and all the more sinister. He wrote such heartbreaking and beautiful human moments. Things that felt real and true. Things that brought tears to my eyes and have stuck with me for years and years. Was it just a mask, perhaps reflecting back what I wanted to see onto it like some kind of, I don't know, MirrorMask, perhaps? Are there two sides? Or is it all a carefully designed trap?

I don't know if I'll be flipping through my paperbacks of Sandman anytime soon. I'm grieving the author that I'd pictured in my head, the man of whom I based an ancient OC. The man who was on stage at Balticon 40 with Peter S. Beagle, as they went back and forth with one another on writing in front of an audience that included me.

I guess now I know what he really meant when he said that writers are liars and thieves.

#not fan fiction

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dalekofchaos · 8 months ago

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The bastardization of Life Is Strange

I thought things couldn't get worse than the D9 Predatory business practices, toxic work environment, rampant misogyny, homophobia, transphobia and protecting a fucking Nazi Expose.(this apparently wasn't the red line for some folks and still insisted on buying the game anyway)

Well, it's not worse than that, but now?

The entire game has been leaked.

You can't make this up.

They made Life Is Strange, a Indie developer's passion project into MCU Lite.

Safi is a shapeshifter and the final choice in Double Exposure is "will you join forces with Safi" and Max joins the dark side or some stupid shit like that. Or refuse like the Max Caulfield I know would actually fucking do. Who wrote this fucking shit???

“i'm going to find other people like us, max, people with powers. i spent my whole life thinking i was the only one, knowing i could never tell anyone because they would look at me like THAT. but now there's you. you... and me... time traveler and a shapeshifter”

literally why is there even an option to side with her in the first place, she's clearly out of her mind, if there ever was a "morally bad and morally good decision" like d9 wants to assign to the endings of lis1, THIS WOULD BE THAT what a crock of shit.

How did Life is Strange go from melancholic, artsy slice of life to fucking Avengers? HOW!?

at the end max gets a nightmare just like in LIS 1

Texts are assumed to be apart of the nightmare

Silver lining. One final Chloe message after alienating the core fanbase and D9 think scraps will make up for it?

In hindsight.....they warned us what they were planning.

Dude took the "Elsa join the X-Men" meme a little too serious and literal.

But wait, it gets worse.

....I FUCKING APOLOGIZE. I once dreamed of all the protagonists coming together. But not like this. NOT FUCKING LIKE THIS!

BUT WAIT. IT GETS FUCKING WORSE!!!

Life Is Strange going from one studios passion project to the fucking Avengers is the biggest fall of grace I've ever seen.

There was a charm, chemistry and likability of the original game.

It was never about a character having superpowers. It was about finding oneself in the world, friendship, love, tragedy and making the hard choice. LIS 2 is about brotherhood, family and learning to make the best possible choice to give your brother the best life. TC is about trauma, family, finding a better life, corruption. It was never about the powers. That was a background noise and a small part of the overall story.

You know, the worst part of all this is that Hannah Telle sold her principals and credibility for DE.

Thinking about things better and from certain comments I've read about her, such as the nervous breakdown, it leads me to believe that Hannah is a hypocrite just because she's nervous.

Think about it: early 2016 she says she likes Grahamfield. But in 2018 for Farewell she says she likes Pricefield and her favorite ending is Bae because she knows Max couldn't live without Chloe (and Farewell made her come to that conclusion) and now saying she couldn't think of anyone else doing Max... dude... better say you need the money, and you didn't want to deal with the angry fandom and that's why you changed ships.

It bothers me (or rather I see it as hypocritical) that they say "nobody bothers Hannah, poor thing" poor thing? But she accept all that! She's accepting not even saying "Chloe" in interviews anymore. Poor thing, why? I mean, they can attack the other AVs but not Hannah? What the hell privileges does she get when NO ONE DESERVES to be harassed. Damn, even Max's Japanese AV is afraid of being harassed when she goes to play DE!

At least Ashly Burch has some principals. She knows her worth and when the direction of the story is shit. She stands up for her fellow VA and the only reason BTS was remotely successful is because she was a story consultant and Farewell because she stood up gor her fellow SAG VAs.

Ashly even said that she prefers Bay and sees Chloe more with Rachel. And there she is, living with her principles. It makes me think that if Hannah accepted the whole DE disaster, it's because she agrees that Max is like that and she liked everything and that to me is worse, that Hannah sees the complete bastardization of Max Caulfield and Life Is Strange as a whole and went "yes, this is the complete direction I can see for Max and I completely accept this superficial soulless garbage, why no I am not a complete and utter hypocritical sellout".

I take back what I said about the Pricefield breakup being realistic because it was done out of malice to hurt Ashly Burch for standing up for herself and having an ounce of self-respect and principals and alienate Chloe's fans. Fuck SE and fuck D9.

Anyways I stick with my headcanons.

Post-Bay. Max and Warren are successful Photojournalist and Science Professor, married and living their best lives while keeping in touch with their friends from Arcadia and visiting Chloe's grave on her birthday and the anniversary of her death.

Post-Bae. Time shenanigans happen which results in Max saving Rachel and because of saving Rachel she saves Chloe and Arcadia Bay. Max, Chloe and Rachel ride off in the rainbow and get their happy ending. Max is a successful Photojournalist, Chloe is a mechanic and owns her own Tattoo Parlor and Rachel fulfills her dream as an actress and model. They often visit Arcadia to visit old friends, run into Alex and Steph, even join their band for a few gigs and are just living their best lives.

#Life Is Strange #Life Is Strange Double Exposure #Max Caulfield #Chloe Price #Grahamfield #Amberpricefield #Warren Graham #Rachel Amber #Alex Chen #Steph Gingrich

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reginalucernis · 1 year ago

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As you can see I've entered my Genshin era - I wonder when it'll end

In brief, I just wanted to do some warm-up before starting a big art (I hope it'll happen one day...) and show my headcanons just for fun, why not? And ofc I do not impose anything on anyone, this is just my personal opinion and blah-blah

I find Genshin char design quite entertaining. I like the devs try to rethink and use some national stereotypes, folk costumes, some ethnic motifs etc, but absolutely the same blank faces for all characters regardless of their sex and age are just killing me. So that's why I decided to diversify it a little, to estimate possible ethnic and individual differences (yes, all the nations in Genshin are fictional etc, but in fact all the national and historical prototypes seem to be quite obvious). OK LET'S GOO

Tortellini. First of all, I'm sure freckles really suit gingers. Dimples can also add some character to the image of a naive fool and a positive dude (although Tort isn't actually stupid, he's a straightforward simpleton 'cos of his young age - this fact is stated directly in the game, e.g. in Arle's dialogues). Speaking about the general features of the face, I should note the more pronounced angles of the jaw and brow ridges, thicker eyebrows, thicker neck, slightly larger chin - features that correspond to a more realistic facial structure and the difference between a male and a female face. Regarding the nose, the situation is a bit ambiguous: on the one hand, a curved nose is usually considered more Southern European or West Asian (including Arabic and Persian regions) but I once found information about two subtypes of curved noses a long time ago. Like, if the nose is curved in the upper part closer to the bridge of the nose, then this is usually the Asian type, if it's curved in the lower part closer to the tip, then it's usually European. Considering that I've met guys on the street with the latter type of a curved nose (which is also raised up) and their appearance corresponded to the "Nordic" type (light straight hair, light eyes, pale skin of a cold shade), let's assume that this is still a Northern European nose and everything is logical

Signora. Her facial features are slightly softer. She has a usual straight narrow nose. Her appearance is close to the type of a femme fatale, she is suited by slightly defined cheekbones and plump lips (I have nothing against symmetrical round "bow" lips which are trendy today, but I just prefer classic ones with a pronounced cleavage in the middle). Her head is proudly raised. Moles can complement the image: a mole under the eye can add some sophistication and elegance, while the one above the upper lip can add a bit of sensuality (for example, look at the photo of Nika Turbina - her story raises many questions, but her appearance is definitely memorable). In other words, quoting The Twelve Chairs by Ilf and Petrov, Rosaline is "a sultry woman, a poet's dream" :)

Dottore. On the one hand, his color palette gives the impression of albinism (although albinos among humans, unlike animals, practically do not have red eyes, but let's forget about it). On the other hand, his Sumeru origin directly asks to add something appropriate, so I decided to choose a hooked nose (yes, I love noses, the most diverse and memorable part of the face). His character and his actions are conducive to introducing a bit of "monstrosity" into the image: sharp facial features and teeth, withered thin lips, a greenish tint in the palette. Well, it turns out he's a true gremlin. I like the widespread headcanon about him having scars, why not - in general, the guy could both earn one in the process of experiments and receive it from his fellow countrymen. I decided to make him stoop a little, but this is a dangerous move. I mean the Doctor is bursting with aggression, determination and arrogance, he is a daring and self-confident person, and such a tightness doesn't fit him. However, his obsession with scientific research, poring over books and constant work on experiments can (probably) cause a curvature of posture. In the end, I decided that this man can straighten up normally if necessary, but he usually still slouches (just like my uncle :)). Or at least like Dead Space protagonist who is also stooped but still is quite a good fighter

Arlele. Here I didn't do much 'cos the developers have already given her a bunch of distinct features: crossed pupils, and black hands, and some patterns on them, and contrasting hair (although most chars have more or less monochrome or at least similar shades of their hair). In general, she's good the same as she is now. In comparison with Signora, her image is slightly more restrained and refined, her lips are slightly thinner, her eyebrows, on the contrary, are slightly thicker, and her cheekbones are less pronounced. The only major detail added is a slightly hooked, drooping nose. I don't know why, but it seems to be very French for me. Some famous French actors and actresses have kinda similar noses (e.g. Louis de Funès, Pierre Richard, Christian Clavier, Sophie Marceau, Laetitia Casta etc.) - well, at least I think so

By the way, I honestly wanted to diversify somehow emotions in my drawings, but all of the characters are smiling again - what can I do if the smiles suit these guys as well as nobody else: Tort has a half-friendly, half-self-confident smile kinda like 😼, Signora has a proud one, Arle has a cunningly condescending one, and Dottore has just a snide "ehehe"

Hooray, it's a Chinese wall of my text again - well, this time it has at least some sense

Have a nice summer everyone!! I hope to see you again before the autumn :)

P.S. hello to the old ones who has recognized the original album cover, it's been 19 years since its release, feel old yet?

#my art #digital art #genshin impact #tartaglia #la signora #dottore #arlecchino #gorillaz demon days

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walkingoneliner · 7 months ago

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Some more things about Playful Land:

What was that ending?!?!?

It was a reference to Pinocchio, the first Disney animated flim to break the Flim Code that stated all villains must receive their punishment on screen.

Honest John and Gideon were supposed to be caught by the police, but the sceen was cut for time sake. So we are left not knowing what happened to the cat and fox, the same way we are left not knowing what really happened to Fellow and Gidel.

Why the focus on staying in school? Seems kinda dumb for a game aimed at teens/adults.

Well I also don't think teens/adults need to be told "Don't reset the world" either. The point isn't "stay in school" the point is that Ernesto was so caught up in his anger and feeling of inferiority due to having never gone to school that he fell down his dark path. The point is to not let such missed opportunities hold you back in life, and that you can always start a new path in life.

Why does the kid look high?

...my dearest dude, did you ever watch Pinocchio?

WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE?!?

Must TWST spell everything out for you? Fellow clearly unpuppeted everyone in our team besides Kalim, Ortho and Ace off screen, who are we to assume he didn't do that for the others in the park? And if we assume that we can also assume that the others were able to escape when the boat docked.

The ending was lazy!

What would you have made the ending? Surely you don't think GloMas had a better ending when the ending was quite literally just like "oops! Well ig you can decide if you wanna punishment or not!" Whereas Playful Land is entirely about redemption and the mystery is a reference to the original story. Please, tell me again how it wasn't written well.

Have any other complaints about Playful Land or have you heard any others? Let me know, I'm writing a script to make a video defending the event and would love to be able to hit all concerns! Have any questions about the event? Feel free to ask, I promise I'm nicer when talking one on one lol!

#stage in playful land #twisted wonderland #disney #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #autism #twst fanart #fellow honest #twst gidel

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jbaileyfansite · 10 months ago

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Ariana Grande interviews Jonathan Bailey for VMan Magazine (2024)

Jonathan Bailey’s acting career began at the age of eight when the prestigious Royal Shakespeare Company cast him in a role coveted by all little boys who like musicals: Gavroche in Les Miserables. Since then, he’s starred in contemporary plays, refined his iambic pentameter flow via several Shakespearian productions, and, in 2019, won the Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role for his work in the gender-swapped revival of Company. In other words, Bailey is a theater nerd.

This made his upcoming role as Fiyero Tigelaar in the movie adaptation of the Broadway hit, Wicked, all the more unbelievable to him. Over Zoom, with co-star Ariana Grande, Bailey admits that he’s only recently had the space to fangirl over the reality that he’s playing the lead in a musical that rocked his world when he first saw it at the age of 15. Tuning in from Thailand, he and Grande chat about his upcoming project, another adaptation, Jurassic Park, and the memories of Oz that he (reportedly) carries in his pocket.

Ariana Grande: Hi, good morning. What time is it for you?

Jonathan Bailey: It’s 8am. Feeling pretty fresh.

AG: You look beautifully fresh. Just for context, for people reading, Johnny, you’re currently in Thailand. What are you up to over there?

JB: I’m on a really long holiday in the jungle, pretending to run away from fake dinosaurs… Um, no, I’m filming Jurassic Park. And there are massive links between it and Wicked because it’s got so many of the same crew.

AG: Yes!

JB: The bereavement of leaving Wicked behind has been sort of solved by the fact that so many of them are still here. So, I’m keeping the Wicked dream alive, but with dinosaurs.

AG: That’s so beautiful. You’re so lucky to have a little piece of Oz with you still every day.

JB: I carry Oz in my pocket.

AG: Yes. How is it going?

JB: I am loving it. We’re doing a whole new version of the Jurassic Park franchise.

AG: What can you say about your character, about this new franchise?

JB: I can say that it’s written by David Koepp, who wrote the original. It feels like it’s in ultimate hands to bring it back to what the original achieved. (Jurassic Park) was the first film I went to see with my whole family, and I was way too young, I was terrified. There is a similarity between doing this and Wicked, I also saw the original run of Wicked in London.

AG: I would love to touch on Fellow Travelers, which was such an emotional and expansive project. What was the process of taking on a character like Tim, whose story is told over several decades?

JB: Fellow Travelers will always be something that I’m incredibly proud of. For me it [was] the most fulfilling creative, emotional, and spiritual thing I’ve done. Tim and Hawke (leads in Fellow Travelers) are allegories. So many men that lost their lives. It’s never lost on me, all the other actors that couldn’t come out or were vilified for being caught having sex in toilets. All the horrific ways in which a pure thing like man-on-man love has been misconstrued.

AG: It was absolutely palpable.

JB: I had this amazing weekend in Bangkok and I met this group of Malaysian dudes who were just so brilliant. They were doctors and they were really bright, intelligent, kind, sweet men who were having such a brilliant time. We ended up having dinner and, after a few drinks, they were telling me that they come over from Malaysia to Bangkok because they can’t be out to their families.

AG: My God.

JB: It’s so painful.

AG: I was gonna say, this leads us beautifully into The Shameless Fund, your foundation that you launched actually this week, congratulations. How does it feel that it’s finally out there in the world?

JB: It’s been a labor of love for about two years. When the second series of Bridgerton came out, I was suddenly aware of an increased platform, especially the fact Bridgerton is viewed in multiple territories where being gay is different. So, I just sort of fused the two together—

AG: It’s a beautiful way of making sense of it all.

JB: Thank you for being an icon and an ambassador for the Shameless Fund.

AG: I’m so proud of you and I love you and your heart so much. Okay, moving on. I was wondering what things have helped you recharge your human battery?

JB: I’ve adapted my life slightly. I don’t live in a city anymore, I do a lot of swimming and gymnastics, which is something that I’ve done [since] I was younger. I [also] think it’s friends, which I know is such a sort ofeye roll [answer]. I’ve got amazing friends, they’ve always been there and I’ve been friends with them for so long.

AG: And me, for 2 years.

JB: I’ve spiritually known you for 20 years.

AG: Yeah, 100. Let’s move on to Wicked. How did you prepare for the role of Fiyero?

JB: I mean, it’s a complete dream come true. The preparation started when I listened to the soundtrack when I was like 15. And I remember viscerally; it sent ripples through culture. Also, I remember hearing the orchestration. I hadn’t really heard the synth-meets-full-orchestra-meets-syncopation.

Something about it just completely grabbed me. My best friend from school, me and him went to go and see it together—we were soulmates through school. And it was so funny that, like, two lads just went with it. I think the themes of Wicked have probably expanded, and that’s what I’m really excited about with the film.

AG: Yeah, it feels like it needs to be now more than ever before, perhaps.

JB: I went to go meet Jon (Chu, director). We chatted for about two and a half hours and it was really emotional. The one thing that we talked about with Fiyero: everything is so easy to him. How do you tell the story of someone who seemingly doesn’t care? What’s he frustrated by? We discussed it and found quite a human thing, I think. And, obviously, with our film, it represents extreme privilege and it’s about his bubble needing to pop.

AG: I think our characters share that in a big way, Elphaba comes along and pops both of our bubbles. Perhaps for the first time we both are able to look at things differently. And it’s not that we’re not loving, heartful people. It’s just that we’ve never had to look outside of what affects us until we meet her.

JB: Exactly. And anyway, it was Jon. Basically, the answer to every question about Wicked is Jon Chu. Don’t you think?

AG: Yeah, I do. I think we were very spoiled to have done this with him. It felt like a teeny, little secret student thing—its intimacy. It felt so small and private until all of a sudden, we were outside, and the Daily Mail was hand gliding over our set—oh, he should play the pterodactyl in your film.

JB: I think he’s actually hovering over right now.

AG: Can you explain what this was, please?

JB: It was a man on a massive kite, floating around with his legs hanging down.

AG: I couldn’t believe my eyes. Well, firstly because I don’t have the best eyes. But secondly, because there’s no way. There’s no way! I was like, ah, guy on a hand glider.

JB: With a GoPro. With a GoPro on his toes.

AG: With a GoPro on his toes. Was your experience filming Wicked at all what you expected it to be?

JB: There were certain elements of it that I was incredibly impressed by and I think that is because of the love and care of Mark Platt and Jon Chu. Obviously we’ve grown up loving theater and musical theater, I always felt attached to that wonderment. I think my expectation might have been that somehow in the making of something, you lose that. But we were on those incredible sets.

AG: Oh my gosh. Best in the world.

JB: I think I was in Wicked fan survival mode for the last 18 months. I’m starting to really get excited about it.

AG: It takes a certain amount of time to grieve something like that. I mean you’re already in Thailand and a whole different person, but it’s interesting how it takes a while and then it hits you.

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#jonathan bailey #ariana grande #wicked #wicked movie #fellow travelers #jurassic world rebirth #jurassic park #interviews #interviews:2024 #vman magazine interview 2024 #vman magazine #NEW!

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griffongrey · 6 days ago

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@danielnelsen yes and no, in a sense! Aldric-my-oc actually IS Aldric-the-obscure-ttrpg-npc, he's just taken on a life of his own in a big way, to the point where I frequently forget that he is, technically, a "canon" character. Congrats on being the first to notice and point that out! :D

Okay, story time under the cut. Don't worry about reading it if you're not interested; I've just been looking for an excuse to talk about Aldric's origin story from a Doylist angle for ages now:

Three years ago, I wanted to get a dragon age ttrpg game started with part of my dnd group, with a ton of input from the players about what they wanted the campaign and the world state to look like. And, to give us (including me, as the gm) an introduction to how the mechanics worked in action, I decided to adapt the Duty Unto Death module into a one-shot prequel to the campaign.

The players wanted to be Grey Wardens? Already taken care of.

The players wanted a post-Inquisition setting, with the Wardens banished? Now the hook is that this Warden LaPointe fellow went missing on his way to a secret meeting with King Alistair to re-establish a Warden presence in Ferelden on the down-low.

One of the players wanted their character to have backstory ties to Warden!Loghain, and now another player incorporated that into his character's backstory, too? (Plus, the whole lot of us just think he's neat.) Well, that solves the problem of who to replace Duncan with in the one-shot!

But that's when this Warden LaPointe fellow (who was really only created to be the object of an elaborate fetch quest and had all of three established character traits, one of which was just "French") started to take on a life of his own.

Because if Loghain Mac Tir gave enough of a shit about this random Orlesian dude with ties to the occupation of Fereldan to not only risk being recognized and attacked in Ferelden, not only risk sparking a political powder keg if the Inquisition figures out the Wardens are undermining their authority, but also risk having to interact with Alistair again? Then that Orlesian dude needs some backstory. (Plus, the First Warden ordered Loghain to do it, but the First Warden has some... shall we say, ulterior motives of his own in this campaign.)

So, first off, I figured Aldric can't have a great relationship with his family or Orlais as a whole. If he'd inherited even a hint of his grandfather's resentment toward Ferelden for indirectly causing their family's disgrace, there's no way Loghain would ever consider him a friend. (I can't recall off the top of my head if it was canon that Ser Henri LaPointe went home in disgrace after he managed to misplace an entire tower full of red herrings to the Fade... I also can't recall if I named him Ser Henri, or if that was in the module... but it makes sense.)

Then, I thought I'd give Aldric a mabari, to endear him to Loghain a little. But why would an Orlesian own a mabari, let alone one trained and treated in such a way that wouldn't have every red-blooded Fereldan clamoring to invent a Fantasy Animal Welfare Act to take it away from him? Well, he was stationed in Ferelden for a few years prior to Inquisition, of course! He was inspired by Loghain's stories of his homeland to transfer there from Orlais! It even makes sense, now, why Aldric specifically would be chosen to organize the new Fereldan Wardens, with the HoF still MIA.

And then, of course, I had to give the mabari a French name and Aldric some ostentatious facial hair, to remind players that he was still very much an Orlesian with a plot-relevant Orlesian past, not just a Fereldan with my comically bad attempt at an accent.

And then...

Which quickly evolved into...

And...

(And by "quickly evolved" I mean "note the timestamps." This only took three days to escalate lmaoo.)

Long story... well, less long lol... The campaign ended up fizzling out before they even discovered Fluffernutter the Secret Royal Nug, for all the usual trying-to-schedule-several-adults-with-jobs-and-multiple-time-zones reasons. But Aldric Lapointe, elevated npc, lives on! Because I made the classic writer's blunder and grew too attached to him, and I've very happy I did. XD

#the only non-campaign-plot part of his character that didn't carry over after the campaign fizzled was the stuff about the inquisitor #just bc it didn't fit with any of my personal inquisition world states lol #all the stuff from the module with his chevalier grandad and magic sword is still there #and he's gained a LOT more character since then too #i have faced armies with you as my shield (aldric)#souls made of dream and idea (headcanon: aldric)#dragon age ttrpg

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user211201 · 1 year ago

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Gnarly Tides

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust before 2018-08-22 ---

--- Note: Pokémon Gym Leader TF ---

We are back at the same location! Same place, same time, same method! Well slightly different one, a tweaked version of what will happen to the fellow victim from the previous story. Only this time, its from the OTHER soon to be-surfer's perspective. As such, the story starts off with his perspective. Seran, being called here by his friend, Baikoha, via text.

Dude you've gotta check this out!

I'm having a blast with Swimming! Coach wants you to tag along!

Bring your goggles along too man!

Obviously, knowing his friend, its totally odd that he would post a message like that. Baikoha didn't want to attend Sports Week much less enjoy those "swimming lessons". Not to mention he actually complained about it yesterday at his dorm...

Seran walked towards the open pool, letting his really long brown hair down as he gazed over the line of participants for this year's "Jockification Week", or so what people described. 'They turned guys and girls into jocks, full of school spirit and cocky bravado!' was apparently what some people described what happened to their friends...how farfetched, well, aside the fact that even his own friend posted that weird message back to him.

The invited-teen peered over for his friend for a few moments, unable to find him. Probably already in the pool by then, Seran assumed, scratching his growing beard down below his lip. The thin-lanky man has to be at the beach in about an hour from now, skipping out an hour's worth of sleep to originally bail with him so they could dodge sports week together, though his friend's apparent change of heart as shown in his message...it was weird, really weird.

Probably at this moment, Seran's mind wondered even more about those Jockification rumors he'd heard from the other newbies. "What if they were true?" Was the first stereotypical soon-to-be-victim thought anyone would have. He recalled the goggles he and his friend discussed yesterday, him being the lucky person that received a limited edition "Marlon & Brawly branded goggles." To his surprise, the other pair was inside the gift box that was laid in his doorstep this very morning!

To be honest, it looks awfully strange, with shiny plastic lenses and their sides being being labelled with the numbers 1-2-3-4-5. Coloured completely black with shiny orange lenses. He wanted to go and tell his friend about this too, though it'd be better just to surprise him. Right?- SPLASH!-Wow some douchebag splashed water on him---SHONE!--"WHA--?"

He sensed the sides of the goggles glowing, sending pulsating charges to the lenses as they glowed a bright orange, shining brightly as though its a conjoined process. Glowing and overwhelmings strongly on the inside of the lens, past the helpless victim's past through the corners of his brain, touching the commands and subjects that make a person-them.

"ARGH! My eyes--huh?" Like an enormous tidal wave that's about to wash over a helpless surfer, he felt like his body became paralyzed in a millisecond, as though he was no more in control. HANG TEN! Was the signal the flashed in his brain, the only thing he could focus on the inside whilst observing the pool's water dripping down from his skin--?

Brawler's Stance!

His thought shifted momentarily, the number 5 engraved on the side of the goggles faded away as this happened. His fists clenched, as his body brought itself to an iconic fighting position, one that's familiar in a game remake. With feet firmly rooted to the ground, squats strongly standing apart and fists brought close to his chest.

SOMEBODY HELP ME! He thought loudly to himself, unable to open his mouth aside forming a huge cocky-like smile that was unlike him, eye brows furrowed oddly , if anyone took notice of him, he would look like a mix of an odd statue and a young man looking for a fight. Although...he didn't fit the part of a fighter just yet, needing an appropriate body to support the current position he is in--

SPLASH!

"NOT AGAIN!" He shouted. The Second tide came in, as a swimming gave a powerful dive from the diving board. Drowning Seran's clothes and his chest from the inside even further. A Drenched white T-shirt and brown khaki shorts, with plain looking sandals. This certainly did not match the goggles he is current matching, and that is about to change as the number 4 faded away next.

PUMP IT UP!

WHOA! He watched his body rise up even higher with a dose of electrolytes, goggles converting pool water to salt water as it gave a dose full of a lifetime's worth of minerals to the body. Aging several years as his height went up with it, with even longer legs and arms, a body that's as tall as any other typical sportsman that can be seen in sight.

Bathed in an appropriate amount of UV rays from the sun, his body crusted into a perfect moderate-brownish Hawaiian tan, like its a result of time and dedication. With his body being at a prime at his early twenties, yet feeling really uncomfortable underneath the clothes he's currently wearing, like it wasn't his style, like he deserved something better--

WOW! The next thought came up, as he watched as his clothes physically re-materialize by themselves right before the goggles covering his very eyes-- RUBBER! Starting with the feet, as the base of the sandals dyed themselves a strong orange, and black rubber soaked itself over the top.

Escalating hugely, they grew larger than the size of his foot as they reached a decent L-size. Bottom becoming rubber like the top, with the strap too becoming part of the design and turning orange as well. Five circles appeared where the toes should be and two black rolled loops appeared at his ankles, though the whole new wet-shoes get-up barely fit him.

The same treatment can be said about the rest of the attire as it went up, clothes now barely fitting and staying on him due to the L-size of the clothes, only thanks to the tight-fitting quality of wet-attire were why they were able to still stick onto his thin bod.

With Khaki shorts morphing themselves blue with waterproof threads as they wrap loosely around his waist, sky blue boarder shorts only on due to the current "stance" he's made into. A plain generic T-shirt gaining originality as they rediscovered cool typical sports patterns sufficing from his chest and trailing from on shoulder to another.

Those patterns turned a familiar pure orange as the rest of the shirt turned into a sporty black. Bringing out a cool and manly side out of the wearer. The sportier shirt hugged tightly to his skin as they turned into a waterproof-skin tight fabric, seemingly rubberized. A loop suffices around the top of his shirt, below his neck and similar to the ones of his wet-shoes.

With that being said, the last changes formed at his fists as the surfer influence touched his hands. Black covering his fists as they turned into orange at the top, with the same loop down at his wrists. Forming Brawler-like slash Surfer wet gloves for those who enjoy diving into the ocean from time to time, and with the current status of his body, it seemed as they just enjoyed anything water sports related, especially surfing--

SPLASH!!!!

"DUDE! THIS IS NOT COOL BRAH---?!" The man complained, vocabulary "Oh man! I haven't even bulked up yet---!" He realized that, with it being the next stage as the number 3 faded too.

IT'S WORKOUT TIME!

His brain thought, feeling his fists clenching even harder as veins bulge toughly from his arms. Watching them firm up as they do their years of training hard, growing to a sizable size as those knuckles nicely fit the gloves like a proud brawler.

The power and energy moved up to his shoulders, expanding them wide and steady as a result of surfing for over a decade, body posture and balance maintaining his strong figure. With a hefty lean-muscular chest supporting his front with tanned pecs and chiseled abs showing his status as a gym instructor, and a gym leader.

Legs tanking out, with calves steadying and fitting the boarder shorts like he liked it. Butt rounding and firming up, jutting out simultaneously with his feet as they filled in their entire wet-shoes. His attire completely suiting his powerful physique, like he deserved it.

"Man! This is great and all!" The soon to be hundred percent Surfer man spoke. "This like totally caused a storm of astonishment to my system! Oh man! But like..."

SPLASHHHH!

"HAHA! Wow! Again with the waves dude!" With water entering his system, cleansing his throat and tonsils, refilling the surfer lingo that he ever most desires with an attractive, chill and a totally radical voice that didn't cared much about intelligence." Gnarly Voice man...AWESOME!"

HANG TEN DUDE!

"Wicked!" An overwhelming surge of confidence and resolve shone in his face. Teeth as white and strong as a Sharpedo's, a smile evolved to a fearless confident grin. Angular Jaw being a sticker to the personality that crashes tides and oceans with his surfboard.

"I LOVE this dude! Can't get enough of it!" Hair spiking at the back, maintaining themselves like an in-bred style that suits him. Blasted away with Sky Blue like his boarder shorts, totally radical as they held spiked in place, bangs free. Facial features chilling with the breeze blowing against his forehead, ears wide open, nostrils filled with the scent of the sea, black sharp eyebrows boldly representing his self-assurance, his power, and his passion for what he does.

"And it just gets better and BETTER!"

"SPLASHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Fully lost in the Ocean, the new man awoke. With the number 5 completely fading away, he understood the hang ten quality within him and embraced the tide. With outstretched arms voluntarily breaking past any gnarly paralysis, and a body standing tall and firm as water poured down on him.

His goggles glowed and allowing the sun rays reflecting of the pool's surface to bask him with all the thoughts that he needed. Goggles taking on their true form as they tinted themselves as pure orange shades, with black sides supporting his coolness.

"Yo! Brawly! Sup!" Marlon raised his hand. HI-FIVE "Hey Man! Totally drenched me over here! Haha!" He laughed.

Lifting up the shades, revealing two piercing light blue eyes that shredded killer waves. He understood who he is, and how couldn't he? Being the Former Gym Leader of Dewford City's Gym, churned in the rough waves while pumping in the gym and toughening up in a pitch-black cave.

Now the Captain of The University's Water Sports Group, and yet another carefree Surfer Jock who loves nothing more than being in the water, Brawly takes his stance.

With his buddy Marlon by his side, being the fierce competitors and the greatest of friends back when they met in orientation. Rooming up like the bros they are, and having being given their own special goggles together by the higher-ups as a reward for being one of the best pairs in their category. The Ocean. Though his was definitely cooler since it could transform back and forth between his trusty shades and goggles with a button at the back. How awesome is that?

With their knowledge of the ocean, surfing as well as a healthy match of Pokemon battles and tons of working out. With Marlon and Brawly taking the lead in The school's Swimming/Water Polo and Dynamic Surfers Teams respectively, The Captains of the University's Water Sports Group were unstoppable together.

"Dude! Race you to the top of the diving board." Marlon swam. "Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna wipe you down man!" Brawly jumped in and swam right after him.

The two of them made their way to the diving board.

"Hey Man! Watch this--I'm gonna make--!"

"A Bigger Splash Than The Sea!"

SPLASH!

"Dude, that's nothing. Don't forget, I'm--!"

"A Big Wave In Fighting!"

SPLASH!

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ryuichirou · 9 months ago

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Some repliessss 🎃

Anonymous asked:

How are you guys feeling about the new twst event, The night before Christmas one, especially your thoughts on the new character!

I’m always excited for the Halloween events, Anon! All of them have been fun so far, and I love events with big groups of characters. Super happy to see Idia participate this year, we miss him a lot… it feels like we haven’t seen him in ages for some reasons. Especially in the same event with Azul and Jade and a lot of other guys!

And the gothic feel of the outfits is great, like super good. I am one of those people who haven’t seen the original movie, but the aesthetics of it are so good and suit the boys very well. Not saying anything about the Jamil card because I’m going to have cardiac arrest if I start thinking about it.

As it always it with us though, it will take some time for us to get to the event and actually watch it – we only watched the last Halloween one this spring. So we probably won’t be able to comment on anything related to the event for quite a while. It’s interesting that this is a “lost in the book” type of event though, but to be honest, I don’t know what to make of it. I hope it’s fun though, it better be.

As for the new character (is it Skully or Skelly?), I talked about him a little bit in this reply, and I don’t have much to add yet. Well, other than now that we see his full design I can tell he is pretty well-balanced. I hope they have a lot of fun with him in live2d sprites.

Anonymous asked:

aw the cuties! kid rook's longer hair makes him look like such a tomboy, do you think he got mistaken for a girl often?

Thank you!! <3

He strikes me as a wild kid that hops around from one tree to another lol So people’s first reaction would probably be “wow, that is one feral boy, who is that, Mowgli?”

But if he sat still for like one moment and people got to see his cute face and the long hair, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone thought he was a tomboyish girl.

Anonymous asked:

Why the younger tweels look kinda...😳👉👈

👀 😌 cute??? Aw, why thank you~

These two have been menaces since day one….

Anonymous asked:

I’m thinking of the eels when they’re younger getting a nanny who’s actually wanted by the cops but no one knows it. After a week with them, she turns herself in.

Oh that poor nanny lol See, they do good things sometimes! Like unknowingly torturing people until they confess their crimes to the police! And honestly, she is lucky, because her fate would’ve been worse if she stayed with these two…

I think Jade and Floyd were the types of kids who considered all the nannies and private teachers to be their toys. Of course, they are here to take care of them or teach them, but in actuality, they are here for them to entertain themselves. Nice enrichment for horrible kids…

Anonymous asked:

The question about me being Gidel and Fellow’s sponsor was in reference to the comic on kofi where the latter was forced to….service some dudes. He looked so traumatized, I want to hug him. Which is why my offer’s on the table! I don’t want anything from either except to scratch their ears. Emotional support scritches. ❤️❤️❤️

Ohh, that one! Got it <3 Yeah, that was a sad one; for some reason I always want to add some angst to their shenanigans… He really is traumatised, especially considering that by that point he almost started to believe that that life was in the past. But unfortunately running away from powerful people who need you to remember your place and their ownership of you is difficult…

Aw, now I made myself sad lol Please scratch their ears a lot!! They need it.

Anonymous asked:

Hi I was the anon who recommended Raul and the Vampire and recently I just found out that it has been serialized!!! So of course I have to share this great news to you heheh

Hiii, Anon!

Yes, we��ve seen it, but haven’t read it yet qwq I’m so happy for the author! Well deserved, I hope they get a lot of new readers and continue developing this story.

Thank you for recommending it once again. Whenever we randomly think about these two it makes us so happy lol

Anonymous asked:

Speaking of Vil, although their lives are somewhat different, this scene and song still remind me of him: https://youtu.be/mI3XowjxP1g?si=vfnFWJf5p2IEZY_W

I see your vision, Anon! Especially in a piano scene changing into a pole scene lol

Fame and one’s relationship with adoring/obsessive/hating/non-caring audience are difficult things to fully process 🤔

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Dean Winchester Masterlist | The Alchemy Masterlist | Taglist Chapters: 2 | 3

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader Wordcount: 5.586 words

Prompt: “These Hands had to let it go free and change the prophecy.”

Summary: Your and Deans story is a bit weird, since you both don't live the average Life. so the reason behind you two meeting, realising you are in love with your best friend and actually confessing to it have the same background. Hunting down things to kill them.

A/N: I actually wanted it to be out on Dean's birthday a couple days ago, but now here it is!

cw: English isn't my first language, No use of Y/N, Small age gap? (It’s like a couple of months), John Winchester, stealing from a gas station from a horny middle aged dude?, implication of the reader sexualizing herself to survive, loss of children in the past (not readers, just from people in the 18th hundreds), my horrible fight scene writing, Out of character Dean?, my poor medical knowledge, swear words

2002

Being Friends with Dean was probably one of the wildest things that could have happened to you, but you wouldn’t change that for a day in your life. Even though you only saw each other sometimes when he was on a solo hunt without John by his side, where then the “Solo Hunt” wasn’t so much Solo anymore.

1997

You met Dean a couple years back in 1997, freshly 18 year old Dean with his gifted 1967 Chevy Impala which was originally owned by his dad, driving around the small Town he and John stayed in for a Hunt. Well what does “driving around mean”, more like, driving to a meet up spot John had set with a fellow Hunter and Dean being finally behind the wheel letting the moment slowly sink in his mind. Finally he got his Dad’s beloved car, John in the Passenger Seat and Sammy in the back.

At the Diner John had chosen to meet the other Hunter, whoever that might be, the three got out and went in and followed John to the Spot he saw the other Hunter sit. When the Hunter saw John he stood up, and with him also you. Dean's eyes immediately went to you, well you were a sight for sore eyes back then already and Dean couldn’t deny that. That Hunter turned out to be your father, he had been longer on the trail of the three girls haunting St. Augustine Lighthouse.

You five sat down in the booth your father picked out, you started to tell the Stories about the Sisters and the unknown girl who died on July 10th of 1873. To your father's luck, you were the one who has the most information in your Journal of the past couple of weeks with the ghosts of the St. Augustine's Lighthouse and the Keepers House, especially and mostly three ghost girls- They were out of line for being nearly 119 years dead. It was the typical Ghost stuff of vengeful spirits, trying to get their last stuff done but failing everyday. Yet the girls started off as joyful little girls playing hide n’ seek with people and not getting revenge.

You explained the lore to the Lighthouse and the Keepers House, being matter of factly that three of the Pittee Sisters back in 1873 loved to play in the Cart that helped bring supplies from the boats to the construction site when the Lighthouse was rebuilt by their Father.

“Normally there was a wooden board at the end of the rail, but on that day it was missing. So the Cart with the three Pittee Sisters and the unknown girl, got off the tracks and fell head over into the water. A worker named Dan Sessions saw the event and helped, but by the time he got the cart off of them, Mary and Eliza were dead along with the ten year old girl.”, you retold the story of the ghosts. “But weren’t there four girls in the cart?”, Sam asked with furrowed brows. “Yes. Carrie, the youngest of them, was the only survivor of the accident.”, you stated. “Do you know where they are buried?”, John asked more to your father than to you. “Yes, well for the Pittee Sisters, they were buried at the Mount Pleasant Cemetery in South Portland, Maine.”, your father answered to John. “What about the other Girl?”, Dean asked. “Well we don’t know her name, nor where she is buried. It is speculated that her father was a construction worker when the Lighthouse was rebuilt, and supposedly her name is either Ellie or Eleanor but there is no real evidence for that either.”, you answered.

Long story short? John and your father sended you and Dean to find the graves of Mary and Eliza, while they and Sam tried to find the other girl's grave. You didn’t really want to, knowing that the drive from St. Augustine, Florida to South Portland, Maine is nearly a twenty hour drive and you don’t really feel like being on a day-long road trip with someone you just met.

Dean wouldn’t be so excited either, if you were a boy, but having a pretty thing like you in his passenger seat for the next twenty hours is a good consolation prize for missing all the action here. So against your own will, you gathered your things from the shared hotel room with your Dad and made your way to the Impala. You said short goodbyes to your father, before starting your trip with Dean to Maine. The trip was actually a lot more fun than you would’ve thought, he wasn’t as Bad as you thought, even with a decent enough music taste for your liking. Two hours into the trip, you stopped at a little Gas Station to fill up the car, you waited next to Dean talking a bit about past experiences with hunting and School before making your way in.

“Wanna see something?”, you asked him with a smirk. “Sure, what is it?”, he asked. “I bet I can get at least two things out of there without him noticing.”, you said and stopped Dean, pointing to the middle aged man who’s hair had probably seen a shower ten years ago. “Yeah and how would you do that?”, he asked, raising a brow and giving you his signature smirk.

“He looks like he has seen real tits the last time when he was maybe twenty, if even.” “That means?”, Dean continued. “What do you want?”, you simply asked. “Planters Cheez Balls.” “All right.”, you smiled. Without a word you pulled your zipper from your leather jacket down, before bringing your Top a bit down, so that the cutout on your top just showed enough to distract the guy so he wouldn't notice you taking something.

Without a word you and Dean go in, Dean directly to the register to pay and you are looking for some snacks. Secretly you put some things in your pockets, while also checking that there are no security cameras on you, but luckily to you there somehow were none.

Afterwards you go to Dean, standing close to him, while at the same time distracting the guy at the register and as it turns out you were right. After no time of you bending over a bit, he was immediately distracted by your breasts. He was distracted enough so you could put some things in Dean's Jacket Pockets without him noticing. With one easy hand movement you told Dean to get out, you shortly went after him, the Dude not taking his eyes of you until you sat in Dean’s car with you both driving away.

“I can’t believe that worked.”, he said, while taking out two packages of the Cheez Balls he wanted. “The magic of being a girl, even though that dude was worse than some other guys I met.”, you laughed a bit, while pulling your shirt right. “You know, you were actually so talented to be right there when I needed to Pay.”, he stated, taking his eyes shortly off the road looking at you just to see you eating Nestles Butterfingers. “Well, those are my wonderful survival tactics I found while being on my own sometimes.”, you said smiling.

The rest of the Road trip was spent talking about how you two became hunters, somehow getting faster comfortable with each other than planned. At the End of the Hunt, aka shortly before your ways parted you and Dean exchanged numbers with each other promising to at least somehow try to stay in contact after that Hunt.

2002

Well a couple years later and you actually have done the thing and kept in contact. Over the past five years, you have seen Dean mostly when he decided, or was told, to go on Solo Hunting Trips. As said these trips weren’t always Solo, he just sometimes picked you up from your current place when you were close or you guys met in the middle and continued together. Just like today, but mostly because you were for the past two years on your own with hunting, while Dean still goes around with his Dad from time to time. Just as today after your finished Hunt you called Dean if the offer still stood with accompanying him. The Hunt was mostly another Salt and Burn from what you gathered in the short calls with him.

So when Dean turned up in the front of your Motel, you opened the trunk and put your bag beside his, before going to the passenger side and plopping in. Greeting him with one of your famous smiles he more than he let on adored.

“Well there is the Birthday Boy.”, you grinned at him. “You didn’t forget.”, he said, knowing that you would probably not live that down for today. “Well no, why would I forget the Birthday of my Best Friend?”, you smiled at him, while he started the engine.

While yes, Dean was your Best Friend, you also couldn’t deny the little tug in your heart when you said it. Finding out that you are in love with your best friend was a wild ride. The Hunter life wasn’t easy, fighting quite literally for life and death everyday of your life, but sometimes stuff like that couldn’t be stopped.

The realisation for you was actually on a hunt in Missouri in the wonderful year 2000, shortly after everyone thought the world was ending. The Ghost of an old Janitor, who lost his life during a fire in 1920, was out of control attacking actors and performers of the theater. During the research of the incident in the local library, Dean found some old News article about the fire in the theater, where it was written that the fire was supposedly started by a boiler exploding and then spreading to the cole bins. After he called you over, you bent down a bit behind him to read over his shoulder, putting your head on it better to say. It wasn’t unusual, as you two were more than once on a hunting trip together without your Dads. And if not, you somehow sometimes found a way to bring your Dads together for a Hunt so you guys had an excuse to spend time together. Both denying to feel something when Sam tried to play the card of one of you guys having feelings for each other. But even though touches like that were common between the two of you, you couldn’t deny that it felt a bit different this time at least for you.

You were more sure what that feeling was when Dean was slammed against one of the Walls in the theater from the Janitor. You both knew what the plan was, he was the distraction, you burned whatever was left from the dead Janitors Items he owned, but seeing him getting hurt this time somehow was more painful than before, you pushed it aside searching for the Item and then burning it finally. When you went back to the Motel, you helped him patch up and even though his body hurts like shit from getting slammed into a brick wall, he still decided to go out to a bar and pick up some girl he will meet. His reasoning being that it was probably the last time where he gets the chance to use his Fake-ID, since it isn’t long until he turns twenty-one. So you let him, spending the time alone figuring out what exactly happened all of a sudden in you to feel for Dean that way. Well in short it was fast to figure out, when you thought about Dean being with another girl and what maybe is happening now between them. You were in love with your best friend, which isn’t necessarily bad, giving you circumstances of being hunters it is. Things like that could cost your life, according to your own father.

Well two years later and your hope of the feelings going away was smashed with whatever is possible.

“So where are we going?”, you asked, looking at Dean with Metallica’s Ride the Lightning album playing in the Background. “Dad found something in Jersey, a simple salt and burn, at least that is what it sounds like.”, he said while driving away from the parking lot of the Motel you were at. “Let me guess, you don’t really think it is that easy?”, you added. “Was it ever that easy, sweetheart?”, he shot back with a smirk. “Touché, Buttercup.”, you commented.

He shot you a glance at the nickname you gave him, but all you did was smile innocently. You knew he hated it, but you couldn’t resist calling him by that name since you catched him watching Powerpuff girls that one time in the Motel room you guys were sharing. His defense though is that nothing good was on the channels and he at least wanted to watch something that is not boring.

In New Jersey you guys settled in a Motel, going directly into research Studies. It was the usual, people seeing or hearing stuff, some weather stuff, people going missing in the Pine Barrens. Going into the lore more you fastly found out that the “simple salt and burn” was something more the longer you stayed there.

You found out that the woods are actually, according to folklore, haunted by the Jersey Devil or also known as the Leeds Devil.

“What does the lore say about that Jersey-Devil-thing?”, Dean asked, after coming back from an FBI trip to one of the victims' families. “According to the people, folklore says that a woman named Deborah Leeds, also known as Mother Leeds, had twelve kids. After she found out that she was pregnant again for the thirteenth time, she cursed the child out of frustration. She declared that the child would be the Devil and on a stormy night in 1735 she birthed her child. It first was Human but later on transformed into a creature with hooves, a goat’s head, bat wings and a forked tail.”, you read your notes out loud for Dean. “So we have to do it with the child of a witch?”, he asked. “Well in some versions yes and the devil himself being the father, it is believed that local clergyman later tried to exorcise the creature from the Pine Barrens.”, you continued while standing up from your spot on your bed where you were sitting. “Okay, so we have a possible demon turned child from the 18th century?”, Dean exclaimed while opening his tie. “Well either that, or a myth that has manifested itself over the hundreds of years the story has been told.”, you explained. “What?” “Well, I dug a bit more into the whole Pine Barrens story. These woods had Gangs of Highwaymen, like Loyalist brigands, here who used to rob and attack travelers passing through the Barrens. The residents in the 18th and 19th century here were also deemed the dregs or outcast of society because of poor farmers, fugitives, brigands, native americans, runaway slaves and a bunch more. Pineys started to tell frightening stories about themselves and the Pine Barrens to keep outsiders and intruders away from them and the Pine Barrens. The people were then more demonized and vilified after two false eugenics studies were published during the early 20th century.”, you continued. “Wow, that makes it so much better.”; he mumbled while shrugging off his suit jacket. “Pretty much.”, you added. The next couple weeks are probably going to be fun.

Lucky to you guys you found out faster than you thought how to fight the Jersey Devil. As it turned out, the child of Deborah Leeds, existed and was born disabled the child sadly didn’t live for long before passing away. The rumors started fast after the passing, from some people who thought Deborah was a witch, even though she was not, to demonizing her and her child in other ways.

“You know, the story is pretty sad actually.”, you admitted while walking besides Dean. “Imagine birthing a child, the child being born disabled and dying because of it, just to be then made out as the Devil's kid and your mother being framed as witch or sleeping with the Devil.”, you continued. “Well, the people of the 18th Hunderts are some sick fucks. Especially since her Father-In-Law, seemed to be an asshole.”, Dean added to that.

Once you reached the well hidden and kept secret Leeds house, you started searching for the unmarked grave of the child. When you found it, you started digging it up which was probably your least favorite part about hunting. While Digging you started to hear noises from the woods around you, you paused and looked around thinking you were able to see something, but nothing and that again and again each time you heard something. Once you got out of the grave with Dean's help, you started to Salt the body of the maybe 1 year old child lying beneath you. Totally distracted in your thoughts, because of the faith that a child's soul took just because people were evil, you didn’t notice something coming at you and before Dean could interfere you were smacked away against the brick wall of the House ruins. Dean shot fast with the Shotgun filled with Bullets of salt to at least get rid of the Jersey Devil for a short time to go and help you up.

“You alright?”, he asked, concerned. “Yeah, shit- I will most definitely have more than just a few bruises tomorrow.”, you groaned in pain, pressing a hand against your temple. “Yeah, well that thing got you good.”, he stated. “Thanks sherlock. We should hurry, before that thing comes back.”, you noted before going back to the grave.

You got to empty the Salt box before it came back, this time you were able to dodge the attack, shooting your Shotgun, so it was gone again.

“Listen you burn the Body, I distract him, got it?”, you asked. “No, no you are not playing the bait here.”, Dean argued back, stopping what he was doing. “Well apparently, that thing is after me right now. So what do you expect? I’m not letting you do that.”, you argued back. Before Dean could bring an argument back, the thing came back to attack you. You put your Shotgun up to put another bullet through it, but nothing was coming.

“Shit!”, you yelled. “What?”, Dean yelled back. “My gun is empty, I forgot to reload the Bullets.”, you yelled and tried to think fast, you could still use the Gun, just with swinging, but the Gun part of it is steel and not pure Iron so that falls away. “What?! I- Here take mine, I only have like three bullets left.”, he yelled back while throwing his Gun over to you. You catched it and fired another Bullet at the Jersey Devil.

Two Bullets left and Dean is currently putting fuel over the Bones, you tried keeping a look out for the creature, but that thing had you faster on the ground with his tail than you can look. It stood over you, but before it could harm you another bullet went through the body making it disappear shortly. Well it wasn’t a fan of getting shot with Iron bullets and salt, so it just got angrier. If that was even possible. Not even two seconds later, you got again thrown against the wall of the House, letting the gun fall in the process. The forked tail of the Jersey Devil this time came at you with an inhuman speed, just to give you three major wounds across your upper body. You honestly made peace with the idea of dying that way by some weird Goat-Bat-thing with a tail, but before it could attack you again the monster went up in flames, releasing a headache giving scream.

The next thing that happened was you falling to the ground, trying to stop the bleeding with one Hand while looking up seeing Dean standing in front of the Burning grave, looking mad, probably the maddest you have ever seen him in the five years you have known him. You probably would have continued adoring him, if there were not the aching in your stomach area with three long wounds that are currently bleeding like shit.

“Dean, as much as warm that fire may be, I would really appreciate some help here.”, you moaned in pain. “Shit yeah, sorry.”, Dean immediately ran over to you, helping you up, which you only commented with a groan since the wounds burn like hell.

You guys started to walk back to the Impala, but on the way you started to get more limb because of the pain. “Hey, wow sweetheart. Come don’t give up here, yea? We’re nearly there.”, he said, while supporting your body more and more. “Mhm, yeah. I’m just starting to feel a bit tired.”, you mumbled, not really walking anymore while your vision is slowly drifting from clear to blurry. “Hey, no no no: Stay awake, you are not falling asleep alright? I need you to stay awake.”, he said, you probably would tease him by the way he starts to panic while watching your eyes close for a couple of seconds each time. His mind raced probably faster than Baby could drive, while at the same time picking you up bridal style to sprint to the car, and shortly making the decision to bring you to the nearest hospital.

When you woke up, you didn’t notice Dean sitting next to your bed, in the same clothes he brought you in that still had your blood on them. Dean also didn’t notice you waking up squinting your eyes at the bright hospital lights, his leg bouncing up and down, thoughts eating him up because of what could have happened.

“Dean?”, you croaked looking to where the sounds came from. “You’re awake.”, he said in awe, looking at you. You nodded slowly. “Wait, I’m going to get a doctor.”, he mumbled, before getting up and leaving.

You looked out of the window, seeing you were still in the same small town and while recalling the last moments before you passed out in Dean's car, he and a doctor came in with an extra nurse. “Well, good morning Mrs. Bon Jovi. Glad to see that you are awake.”, the doctor said, while you shot Dean an unnoticeable glance. “I panicked.”, he mouthed. “How long was I away.”, you asked with a slight raspy voice. “Well, with the blood loss and the concussion you had based on your accident. Two days.”, the doctor stated. “I’m gonna get some water.”, Dean said before going out of the Hospital room. “Do you remember what happened?”, he asked you. “No.”, you stated. Which was a lie, but you couldn’t really tell the doctor that you were fighting the Jersey Devil because you wanted to get rid of him. “Well, according to your Husband who hasn’t left your side for the past two days. You had an accident, or an attack with a wild animal who did that to you.”, He stated the facts. “Well if my Husband said that, it must be true.”, you joked, giving the Doc a small smile. “Well, I can see that you can joke, which is good.”, he said, returning the smile.

Dean came back with the water right before the doctor could say more, handing the water to you so you could take a sip.

“How long until she is released?”, Dean asked, sitting down. “Well, we would like to keep her for at least like another day or two. Keeping an eye out on the stitches we needed to give her and to see if she got any more complications like from the concussion.”, he said, while giving Dean a short glance before focussing back to you. “Well thank you then, is there anything more we need to know?”, Dean asked, and if your Head wouldn’t hurt right now, you would have said that Dean sounded a bit jealous. “If the patient hasn’t got anything I’m pretty much done.” “Only a bit of a headache, but that's the only thing.”, you said while laying your head back into the pillow. “I’m gonna let that do the nurse, alright?”, he asked, pointing to the nurse checking the vitals in the back. You just nodded, just now noticing that the Doctor is probably just a few years older than you and pretty handsome actually. “Good, then I will see you later.”, he said finally with a smile and a small squeeze to your hand that was lying on the Bed. You returned the smile, before looking back to Dean noticing a look on him you have never seen before. “Are you alright?”, you asked as soon as the doctor left the room with the nurse. “Yeah, totally.”, he grumbled, taking a sip from his coffee cup. You muster him from top to bottom with a small smile on your lips. “You look like you haven’t slept for the past two days.”, you mumbled, before taking your cup of water and drinking something. The water feeling nice in your dry throat. Before Dean could say something the nurse came back in to give you the medication against your headache, when she left you spoke up again. “You should change.”, you stated matter of factly. “What?”, he asked, like he just got pushed out of a deep thought. “your clothes, you’ve probably been sitting here for two days in blood dried clothes.”, you mention. “Oh, yeah. Uhm I actually got our clothes here.”; he pointed to the two duffle bags on the ground. “Okay, then go shower I’m fine alright?”, you said looking at him. You could see that he wanted to argue back, but instead he chose to actually listen and go shower, probably finally feeling the blood dried clothes sticking to his skin.

When he came out of the shower you opened your eyes again, seeing a fresh but still tired looking Dean. He put the clothes in the duffel bag before returning to the Chair that has also been his bed for the past two days.

“Can I ask you something?”, you started quietly, disturbing the sound of the TV which was at the moment playing Scooby Doo. “Sure.”, he answered. “Why didn’t you leave? I mean, your Dad is probably mad as hell at you for not being back already.”, you stated matter of factly. “Yeah, well here was something more important than going back to hunting with my father.”, he mumbled, not tearing his eyes off the TV. “I’m not important Dean.”, you said. “What?”, he asked, looking at you. “I’m not important, Dean. It would have been alright if you would have left.”, you answered casually. “Wow, hold your horses here. Who told you that?”, Dean asked. “Dean, this life we live kills us probably before we are 60. THere are more important things than me or anything.”, you argued. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he fired back. “That I wouldn’t have been mad if that thing we fought had killed me, or at least the complications afterwards.”, you argued back looking at him. “Don’t you dare say that ever again.”, he stood up from the chair with a force that kicked the chair nearly over. “What? It is the truth. It’s like a prophecy that you can’t change. I spent twenty-two nearly twenty-three years hoping that something would change in some way, shape or form, but that isn’t going to happen. I will probably die alone somewhere, because some demon bastard is better than me. I have given up the fact that I will never find a Partner to get married or have kids with, I feel like l am a fool in a fable, Dean. Fuck, even my Dad said that I was giving myself too much hope and that nobody wants people like us, like me, not even people that share the same life.”, you blurted out with tears building up in your eyes, blurring your vision. “Your Dad is full of shit firstly. Secondly, there is most definitely a guy out there who wants you. I mean, who wouldn’t? You are probably the best person I have met, you’re probably the only one that somehow seems to not get pushed down by the shit they see everyday. You’re so fucking strong and I hate that you can’t see that. You are so much more than you think you are.”, Dean argued back, his body getting tense. “Why do you believe that?”, you asked, a tear escaping your eye. “Because you are my Best Friend, that's why!”, he snapped back. A little humorous smile turned up on your face, while you turned your head away from him. “Why are you smiling? What’s so fucking funny?!”, he demanded from you, looking at you in disbelief. “Your Best Friend, huh?”, you mumbled, voice lower than before. “Yes, you have been my best friend for the last five years! If you can’t remember!”, he snapped back. You just nodded, drying the tear that streamed down your face.. “What?”, he looked at you, not believing what he was hearing. “Nothing.”, you just said, trying not to blurt out the truth. “What is wrong? Tell me.”, he demanded. After not answering and him bugging you to know what is wrong you finally snapped. “I am in fucking love with you! Alright! Are you happy?”, you finally answered.

That was definitely a deer caught in the Headlights moment for Dean, well for one, you just confessed your love for him, for the second he doesn’t know how to answer that in words more to say. Which is why he does the next best thing, surprising you in the moment. He kissed you.

Well that was new, even though you had seen and imagined that happening, nothing could have beaten the real thing. Dean's lips on yours moving against each other, was definitely something that only happened in your dreams, but ten times more intense in real life with his hands on your cheeks. Even though you wished you guys first kiss wasn’t in a hospital with you in a Bed, but at the same time nothing probably could ever compare. Every moment has to end at some point, so even though you and Dean would love to stay like this, air is something you both needed.

“Don’t ever say that again, you are important, alright? Because you have no idea what you mean to me.”, he muttered just a few inches away from your face. To stunned from the Kiss you just nodded at him. “What cat got your tongue?”, he teased. “No, but a certain green eyed asshole does.”, you teased back with a smile on your face. All Dean could do was smile and reconnect your lips with his again, savoring the moment in all the ways he could.

“You know, I think you had enough hours of sleep on the Hospital chair, come here.”, you said when you parted, sliding as good as you can a bit to the side on your hospital Bed. Even if Dean would have loved to protest, he honestly couldn’t sleep another night on that uncomfortable chair.

He laid down next to you after kicking off his boots, making himself comfortable on the side next to yours. When you silently snuggled closer to him, to put your head on his chest, he put his arm around you, hand resting on your waist, while the other hand went to yours on his chest.

“Is that okay?”, he mumbled, not knowing if lying like that is in any way uncomfortable for you. “Yeah, the pain medication they gave me is actually pretty strong.”, you mumbled, looking up to him. “Alright then.”, he smiled at you, what you returned. “And sorry for what I said a couple minutes ago actually, I was just honestly frustrated with everything.”, you admitted after looking back at the TV. “It’s alright, we all have been there.”, he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, thumb slowly brushing over the back of your hand. “Thank you for not leaving. You know?”, you mumbled looking up to him. “Believe me I would have kicked myself in the ass if I would have left you in this situation. Nothing was more important than that in the moment.”, he assured. You smiled and pecked his lips shortly, before putting your head back down on his chest. “You know that you're not getting rid of me now, right? Even though I need to admit your look of Jealousy earlier, it was priceless.”, you snickered. “Well first off, if I wanted to get rid of you I would have done that five years ago. Secondly, that Doctor? He was flirting with you.”, he defended himself. “Well, he is handsome from what I could gather.”, you started. “Thank you for that.”, Dean immediately said. “Hey, let me finish. But he isn’t you. No one could ever be or beat that.”, you finished your sentence. “Better stay true to that Sweetheart.”, he grumbled, which brought a giggle out of you. Even though Dean tried to look annoyed, you could hear and feel his heart skipping a beat after you said that.

A/N: This is way longer than I wanted it to be, but research about haunted places was way more interesting than I thought. If some Sam and Colby fans are reading this, I unconsciously picked the St. Augustine's Lighthouse without realizing that they went there a while ago. (the Jersey Devil was done on purpose). Anyways, to the Jersey Devil, the part with the 13th child being disabled and then dying because of complications plus manifesting as the Jersey Devil was completely my idea for the plot. Deborah Leeds (according to my research) never had a 13th child, and if she had one it was either a stillbirth or a child with a disability which died. But Fun Fact, all three Hunts are based on real Places for the people who don’t know.

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