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Mmmmmm. Feeling like some possession kink fic writing tonight. Zafira would 100% get off on Peitha using her body like a puppet. Peitha praises her for how easy she is to control and how she doesn't put up a fight, Zafira loses herself in the feeling of being commanded and vulnerable. Would be kinky as hell but also you know there'd be some tender lead up shit
#Zafira basks in the feeling of getting her ass filled btw#just a fun fact for y'all#zafira al rajihd#peitha#nsft#suggestive#deep dreamers
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Socializing is a constant war 4 me in between wanting to just be myself but also trying to do what others do which often means imitating them to a T bc otherwise I feel like I'm not doing enough and I'm falling behind and low-key that if I do so then I bring nothing to the table therefore can be easily replaced but shhhh 🤫 don't tell this to anyone guys I'm still a sigma who experienced no trauma at all
#luly talks#anyway BLEEH!#I'm sorry for sucking so much at socializing i wish I'd. like.#man.#hey let's lighten the mood and let me confess something comically dark to y'all#the reason why i brought my blows up a building and kills the hostages jokes to a way lower level than some months ago is bc rn#w all the fucking current events they make me extremely uncomfortable bc it feels like. too fuckign soon 👍#obviously whenever i said it it was more of a batman villain schtick or some goofy shit#batman as in general cartoon too#but like. it just doesn't feel right to be saying it rn anymore. like ny brain goes straight to irl#just a fun fact for y'all
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Are you gonna make the playlists for the heartless characters public? Or has that already happened and I just missed it
AH I haven't shared my character-specific Heartless playlists as some of the songs on them were SUCH specific picks that they risk being highly spoilery lol 😅
(For funsies tho I'm gonna put some of my non-spoilery-est top tracks for each character under the cut! 🎶)
HEARTLESS: Heartbeat – The Midnight
ALCHEMY: Transform – Julianne Hough (this was the very first track on Alchemy's playlist it is SO them)
FLINT: Change Your Heart Or Die – The Midnight
EIRA: In The Cold – Vincent Lima
DOPPEL+GLASS: Call Them Brothers – Regina Spektor (And "Still Here" from Treasure Planet, but especially the Alex Ubego version)
RIVER: Machine Learning – Janani K. Jha
CREED: Hunting Witches – Kyle Stibbs
LORELEI: Siren Song – Lambia (Also: Ado’s version of Unravel 😩👌)
DIANA: Hell’s Comin’ With Me – (the Chloe Breez cover in particular)
LANCE: Blood Upon The Snow – Hozier (Most of his playlist is the kind of metal and high energy tunes you might expect for him, so this one's a fun outlier :3c )
BANDY: HARLEQUIN! – Vana
DOCK: Eye For An Eye – 8 Graves
#daily dork#heartless#abd illustrates#playlists#music#also: always v much open to suggestions if y'all have any tunes you associate with any of the Heartless crew! (^^)/#it was so hard to pick just one track apiece here omg sgfkhsfd#but these all inspire some fun mental images for me so hopefully they're a fun listen! (^^)/#fun fact my other pick for Bandy would've been that work song from Trolls 3#also I mention that particular cover of Still Here 'cause it's the closest a voice has sounded to how I imagine Doppel's voice#like its not exact but there's somethin about the tone and mix of softer moments along with the teeeeny amount of grit at the beltier parts#feels like it's D+G's range so it's nice to listen to when I'm trying to brainstorm anything about them
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GILMORE GIRLS 4.11 | In the Clamor and the Clangor
#lanekimedit#gilmoregirlsedit#gilmore girls#lane kim#dailyflicks#ohwarnette#usernivi#usersolis#usermalcfoy#mialook#alielook#useraudrey2#userroh#usermai#tuserdanni#*mine#*mygifs#fun fact this episode made me sob so bad that it makes me want to throw up#bc did y'all know that lane kim is actually the most relatable girl in the world#wanting to please your parent so bad that you'll hide yourself in every nook and cranny#just to appear like the person they so desperately want you to be#aughhhhhhh
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the official Unreal Unearth track listing per the cd/vinyl covers has each song (or in a few cases, a pair of songs) subtitled with circles of hell from dante's inferno (and in the cases of De Selby pt. 1 & 2, and First Light, the Descent into hell and the Ascent back out) so uhhh. smth to think on.
#unreal unearth#hozier#unreal unearth by hozier#music#fuck off lou#my post#just a fun fact for y'all who do not have or have not seen a physical copy yet :)
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Nightmare
Pairing: Maximus Decimus Meridius x reader
Rating: T (hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)
Word Count: 2.3k
Tag List: @enjisbf, @nasatshirts, @empressenchanted
Author’s Note: Up until now I've never posted any Maximus fanfiction because it's always just sort of been something I did for my own enjoyment, but this is one that I don't mind sharing :) @streets-in-paradise inspired me by sharing some Maximus love with me, so this is dedicated to her (and all you other wonderful people who have made Tumblr a place where I can share my passion for this wonderful man)! There's a lot of love poured into this fic, so I hope y'all enjoy it :)
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You are not surprised to learn that Maximus has nightmares. The details of his past are something you can only guess at, though he has alluded to the terrible battles and bloody escapades that haunt his memories. You also know that his refuge in your home is the first peace he has known since he was a child.
But you are not prepared for the sheer forcefulness of his first nightmare. He’s asleep next to you in bed, pale blue moonlight filtering through the window of your room, but you are awakened by his movements in the middle of the night. He’s jerking back and forth, his face twisted in a look of concentration, agony, and terror. You can’t help the fear that rises in your throat at the sight.
He makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, one hand gripping the sheets tightly enough that his knuckles turn white. Blinking yourself into consciousness, your heart tightens at the sight. Even all these miles and months away from battle, still his past pursues him in dreams.
His next convulsion shakes the bed, and you instinctively reach out to him, hoping to wake him from the nightmare. It proves to be a mistake the second your hand presses onto his shoulder to shake him awake.
His eyes fly open at your touch, but it’s abundantly obvious that he is not awake, still seeing visions of whatever memory he was in a few moments ago. The look in his eyes is one of pure survival instinct, of a desperation that breaks your heart.
A split second later, you’re flat on your back, and the full weight of his body is pinning you down against the bed. You barely have time to register the shock of his swift movement before you realize that you did not wake him up. Blinded by memory, all he can see is his opponent, and the thought drives you to panic and try to wriggle out from under him.
Grinding his teeth, he grips both your wrists in his left hand and restrains them above your head effortlessly, despite your struggling. You call out his name softly, then more loudly, but still he is lost in the nightmare.
You thought you had tasted his strength before, when he’s made love to you and demonstrated how easily he can hold you in whatever position he chooses, but this situation gives you an entirely new perspective of his strength. A second after flipping you over, his right hand is around your throat, his thumb pressing into your jugular with enough force to crush it.
You’ve never been afraid of him once, but in this moment, without a single hint of recognition in his eyes and all his power focused on choking you, you are so terrified you can barely react. You can’t even use your hands to try to push him away.
Knowing that you may only have a few seconds to react, you gasp out his name as loudly as you can, the word immediately drowned out by the pressure on your throat. Your vision is fading to black a moment later, all the feeling in your hands gone from his vise-like grip.
But your strangled cry reaches past the fog of his nightmare somehow. The pressure on your throat releases, and his eyes widen suddenly, letting you know that he’s finally awake and realizing what he has been doing.
You can never forget the look in his eyes at that moment. All the terrifying forcefulness, the single-minded fierceness, the brute strength that made him such a force of nature on the battlefield — it all vanishes in a split second, dissolving into a gaze of such horror and regret that it shatters your heart instantly. You know that from this moment forward, he may never truly trust himself with you again, a thought that devastates you for him.
You can’t move for a moment, still struggling to catch your breath, and the look of horror in his eyes only increases as he pushes himself off you. He seems torn between the need to gather you in his arms and the fear of hurting you as he just did. His lips move, but no sound comes out.
You draw a ragged breath, reaching out one hand toward him desperately. “I’m all right,” is all you can manage. “I’m all right.”
You try to push yourself to a sitting position, but you find that you simply cannot, still so shaken from thinking you were about to be choked to death by the man you love, who you know would rather die than cause you any harm. His hands are trembling wildly when he reaches out to steady you.
“I didn’t know it was you,” he says, his own breathing so erratic that you wonder if he can feel your pain. “I couldn’t see you. I didn’t know it was you.”
He’s repeating himself in absolute shock, his eyes scanning every inch of your face, your neck, your arms to see what damage he’s done to you. His shaking only worsens, but he doesn’t lay a hand on you during his frantic checking over you for injuries, just lets them hover as if he’s afraid to touch you again.
You manage to sit up this time, steadying yourself with a calming breath and trying to give him a relaxed smile. “I know, I know,” you murmur, reaching out to brush your hand over his ruffled hair. He almost recoils at your touch.
“I could have killed you,” he whispers, involuntarily shifting himself to the edge of the bed away from you.
You keep running your hand lightly through his hair, determined to reassure him. “Of course not,” you promise. “You were only dreaming. It was just a dream.”
“It was just a dream,” he echoes, but not in agreement. “A dream of a battle in which I almost died. In which I killed so many men I could never count them.”
You don’t betray a single hint of fear, just scooting forward to close the distance between you. You use both hands now, framing the sides of his face as his eyes search your face desperately.
“I’m perfectly all right,” you assure him with a smile. “See? No harm done at all.”
“You don’t understand,” he insists vehemently, his voice breaking. “I could have killed you. I didn’t know it was you. I only saw my enemy and thought of killing him.”
Seeing how shaken he is, you push forward and clasp your arms around his neck to steady him. He still doesn’t touch you, doesn’t return your embrace. You can feel his whole body quaking in your arms.
“You don’t understand,” he repeats. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“I don’t need to know,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his hair rhythmically in the way he always responds to.
He actually pushes you away this time, his hands gentle on your forearms as he puts space between you again. His eyes are blazing, his face as white as your sheets. “You don’t know,” he murmurs again, dropping his hands. “I could snap your neck with one twitch of my wrist. I could break your wrists, your ribs, your spine as easily as I can hold you down.” He holds his hands up in front of you, eyes wide and haunted. “You have no idea what these hands have done.”
“I don’t care what they’ve done,” you argue, seizing his hands with yours before he can pull them away. This time, though, he doesn’t make a move to pull away, freezing in place while he watches you carefully. Slowly, intentionally, you kiss the backs of both his hands, his knuckles, his fingers, to demonstrate your words. “I know you, and I love you, no matter what you’ve done.”
He shakes his head, though his eyes drift closed at the touch of your lips on the base of his palms. “No,” he half-whispers, “no, no.” Your heart tightens seeing him so tortured, knowing that all this anguish lurks beneath his stoic exterior every day, hiding so you can’t see it. “I should never have risked you like this.”
“You’ve never risked me,” you insist. “You’ve never done anything but protect me.”
“Until tonight,” he counters sharply, his eyes flashing open and fixing on yours with his typical intensity magnified. “It only takes one time. I should never have taken the risk.”
You can read the meaning behind his words — that he thinks he can’t trust himself to sleep next to you. The thought of giving him up, especially for this reason, is utterly unacceptable to you.
“I am not afraid of you,” you tell him firmly. Your words seem to affect him, because the tension in his shoulders lessens fractionally. You kiss his hands again and again, then rest your cheek against the roughened skin that you love so much.
“You should be,” he replies softly, the severity in his voice already decreasing. You can see the waves of exhaustion and sorrow washing over him, and you reach out your arms to enfold him again. This time, he accepts your embrace, folding his arms around your waist gently and resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. His skin is burning hot against yours, his arms still trembling.
“I could never be afraid of you,” you whisper. “I could never be afraid of the man who has protected me and cherished me. You have treated me so gently, so tenderly all these months. Never once has it crossed my mind to be frightened of your strength.” You press a kiss to his shoulder, then the side of his neck. “I take pride in having the heart of a man so strong, so capable. I know you would never hurt me.”
He shifts you in his arms, lifting you slightly to align more easily against his body. You can feel the deep, shuddering breath he draws while he thinks about your words. “I would never mean to hurt you,” he replies, “but in a dream, I cannot tell the difference between memory and reality.”
“I believe you would be able to keep yourself from truly hurting me,” you reassure him, threading your fingers into his hair at the base of his neck. He reacts to your touch with a hand sliding up your back to cradle you closer to his chest.
“And if I could not?” he whispers in response, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck. “If I should wake and find you dead by my hand?”
You shake your head, feeling tears spring to your eyes. Any fear you felt in the moment while he was holding you down is completely gone, lost in the tender embrace he holds you in now. “I do not believe the gods would allow such a thing to happen. Not to you. Not to us.”
He releases a shaky breath, one that glides across the exposed skin of your neck. He ducks his head to press a kiss to your collarbone, letting his lips linger there in a way that makes you shiver in his arms. “I am honored by your trust.”
You smile in response, dragging your fingertips lightly down his sides, over the deep scar that slices down his ribs. “I could never trust another man on earth as I do you,” you reply. “My only fear is that I may drown in the love I see in your eyes every day.”
He kisses your collarbone again in response, then moves upward slowly, pressing his lips to the soft hollow of your throat, then the underside of your jaw at your pulse point. Lifting you up effortlessly with his hands hooked under your arms, he repositions you so that you’re straddling him.
He then rests his fingertips, feather-light this time, against the sides of your neck. He strokes his fingers over each mark they left, then presses the softest of kisses against each one. Goosebumps break over your skin at the intimacy of his actions, of the wordless apology in every touch.
He lowers his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he breathes you in. “I do not know what blind fortune allowed me to find you,” he murmurs, touching his lips softly against the corner of your mouth, “but I thank them every moment for the gift of holding you like this.”
At your affectionate smile, he finally gives you the ghost of one in return, though his eyes are still haunted. You suspect that he will retain that haunted look for some time, no matter how many reassurances you offer.
As the intensity of the last while calms, he shifts you in his arms again, cradling you gently and laying you back against the pillows. He leans up on one arm, facing you, and you reach up a hand to stroke the side of his face. His expression softens again, giving you a look of utter fondness and devotion that makes your heart melt.
He leans forward slowly, as if asking your permission, and you gladly grant it. His lips touch yours with a gentle brush, then a bit more pressure. His tongue slides across yours in the way that always sends shivers up your spine, and one of his hands reaches up to stroke your hair, the other resting lightly on your waist. He kisses you once, twice, three times, each one more tender than the last, then lets his lips linger against yours for a moment more.
“I love you,” he says softly that you barely hear it, but rather feel it against your mouth.
“I love you,” you return, “more than I can say.”
One last kiss, and he finally lays down beside you, his face mere inches from yours and his arm folded across your waist. He takes his time in going back to sleep, choosing instead to gaze at your profile in the soft moonlight, but sleep finally takes him. And when you finally close your eyes, content to sleep peacefully beside him again, it’s to the sound of his even breathing and the warmth of his protective embrace.
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More of my fanfiction if you're so inclined :)
#i know y'all are thinking “yeah this is about what i would expect from jane”#but what can i say#my love for maximus knows no bounds#and my need to love and comfort him is endless#my desire to be held by him is ALSO endless#thus this fic#i actually wrote this awhile back but it's an old favorite of mine :)#fun fact i've written like 200 pages of fanfic for maximus because i guess that's just who i am#i can't stop myself#most of it i'll never publish but i felt like this one was a good one to share :)#gladiator#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000#russell crowe#fanfiction#gladiator fanfiction#maximus x reader#maximus decimus meridius x reader#my fanfiction
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to celebrate the pines twins birthdays, i’m gonna make them miserable!!!!!
jkjk i just want to show a wip of my better world au designs for mabel and dipper, a (r o u g h) sketch that just so happens to be (semi) done on their birthday!! (it’s still the 31st. shut up/j)
lore dump under cut cause man am i gonna yap
the main thing i wanna do with these two is keep their fundamentals while still realistically changing their external personalities based on how they were raised (especially since their great-uncle ford is head of the institute of oddology and an estimed scholar in cryptozoology)
design-wise, i wanted to show how mabel's a bit more insecure while dipper's the opposite, so her sweaters don't all have designs on them, her hair is pulled back, and she has shorts and tennis shoes instead of a skirt and flats - dipper, on the other hand, doesn't have a hat since he doesn't care if people see his birthmark, and he has the space tee and button up combo that he was wearing in the valentines flashback in weirdmageddon pt 2 since he wouldn't be as self-conscious about showing off his interests
personality-wise, dipper has probably changed the least: still socially awkward, still has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder (same), still considers mabel his best (and only) friend - the main difference, though, is that growing up he wasn't bullied as much for being interested in the strange and unusual. kids are still cruel, of course, but he always had his great-uncle's reputation to look up to whenever someone made fun of his birthmark or obsession with ghosts. and now, getting to finally spend a summer with his idol, he's more than ready to finally be accepted for all his weirdness. he can finally be loud, be weird, be himself, and not get those looks people in piedmont give him when they think he's not looking. the few times he's met great-uncle ford growing up, the few times he slipped up and said something weird, his great-uncle never gave him the look like everyone else did. he'd just smile, always softly, always distantly, and always tell him to never change.
on the other hand, mabel is much more reserved and self-conscious, especially when she arrives in gravity falls - weirdness has always led to genius in her family, so when she let her mind drift away her parents would always drag her back down to earth, telling her she's just as capable as her great-uncle and brother, why doesn't she just take homework, take school, take life seriously like they do? and so she tries to, and tries, and eventually she learns about the look: the one people give her when she tells them about the time she swallowed a whole bag of gummy worms without chewing, or about the sweater she knit last week that's scratch and sniff, or about anything not serious. she hates the look, and starts to do anything she can to avoid it. especially when she does something silly in front of her great-uncle ford. the look he gives always hurts more, like something she did reminded him of a nightmare or a bad memory. and she didn't want to hurt him.
#nell's void#gravity falls#mabel pines#dipper pines#gravity falls au#better world au#gravity falls better world au#stanford pines#verse: to undo the vengeful anger#that's the better world tag btw#all my verse tags are named after lines from ancient greek texts fun fact!!!!#i have so many ideas for this au rattling around in my brain#the dynamics are gonna be so interesting to depict im so pumped!!!!#artists on tumblr#digital artist#digital art#i already have a few more sketches done#i just wanna add more and clean them up#GAH they mean the world to me y'all don't understand!!!!!!!!!!#also just know. the stan-mabel and ford-dipper parallels are gonna be INSANE IN THIS AU#ok that's all for now!!!!! peace and love can't wait to torture them all <333
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#idk if y'all saw the one by the smash or pass account#i just felt like we needed one with pictures that better show his personality!!!#smash or pass#link neal#gmm#rhett and link#fun fact link neal is my hall pass with my girlfriend lol#god what a beautiful man
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HADES ➤ [12/?]
#hades#hadesedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#aartyom#swordcoasts#userarklay#userbrujah#usercoffeebucko#userkarlo#usermorvaris#userredacted#usersteelport#nucleargifs#*h#back on my gifmaking bullshit sorry </3 i have my laptop back so i can be annoying again did y'all miss me#fun fact all gifsets of the gods thus far have been the same dimensions so aphrodite is just very tiny
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...I'm too obsessed with him aren't I
Took about 4 and a half hours ngl
#recently rewatched the whole series and!! I presents you <3#fun fact I actually knew that the moon was gonna be called luna I just knew aaaa#anyways see y'all next year /j (I'll try to post mosre often ;-;)#solarballs earth#solarballs luna#solarballs#astronomy#12 am drawings#outer space#cozy art#my art#digital art
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I am publicly apologising for the person I will become in an hour when Fields of Mistria releases. I will absolutely be posting about it.
#just ginger things#fields of mistria#I'M SO EXCITEDDD#AAAAA#I didn't reblog any of the countdown posts but UGH I AM SO READY FOR THIS GAME Y'ALL#EILAND EILAND EILAND#I have to start tkrb posting too tbh - I usually become extra touken ranbu pilled after September because it's musical season#Anyway AAAA LET'S GO FOM LET'S GO#Extra fun fact - I made my Hyacinth as my player character in the demo LOL
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The panderverse special brought me back to life.
Who could have predicted that this special that's not in the slightest focused on Kyle and Cartman would have so many moments for them?
- "my favorite people"/people you love
- Cartman yelling out for Kyle specifically to help him as he is being dragged away to the multiverse
- the HUG??! like like he went straight for Kyle??
"Kyle! Kyle I'm back. I was so wrong about Kathleen Kennedy, Kyle. She's so awesome!"
- like the way he just wants to tell him about that is so??
- kyle being cartman's FAVORITE cereal. There is no denying it this child is just obsessed.
kyman shippers won this special and they weren't even playing to win.
#also the fact that cartman apologized to someone and it wasn't a fake out it was just GENUINE???#what universe AM I IN??#this special was so fun y'all#kyman#sp kyman#eric cartman#kyle broflovski#south park
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Here's something a little different- ZAGR! haha this is low key also a fave of mine. I think they would love playing video games together, bugging Dib, and acting out Musicals together! This time they're doing phantom of the opera 😌 also enjoy my zim's human disguise lol
In fact: they're not actually flirting here, just acting out a part, but Dib does not like the Vibe. They're too close! Arms wrapped around each other! ITS ZIM AND HIS SISTER!!! ....Zim and Gaz have no idea what he's going on about. (Dib wouldn't be as bothered if it was someone human for sure- he's definitely WAY more protective if it's Zim's getting involved with his sister)
#invader zim#iz zim#iz dib#iz gaz#zagr#my art#their pose is based on a specific performance#when I search phantom of the opera on yt it's the 3rd result (with her in a blue dress)#FUN FACT this scene is actually from a zadr fic I never published a long time ago. dib THINKS zim is flirting with Gaz but they're#*they're just friends#however I do also love zagr so y'all can have this one *blows kiss to the zagr's*
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i like to joke "when ur sad just think of goku" but like. yesterday i was sad and i thought of goku and it worked.
thanks goku <3333
#dragon ball#dragon ball z#dragon ball gt#dragon ball super#son goku#kakarot#dopamine is stored in the goku#fr tho asking yourself ''what would goku do'' can genuinely help#bc sometimes the answer is honestly just ''get back up and try again'' or ''find a silver lining'' or something#i mean sometimes the answer is also ''throw a senzu bean at it and see what happens'' but you know what#maybe sometimes your problems need senzu beans too#idk the metaphor's kinda falling apart i just love goku a lot y'all#fun fact: we live in the only reality CONFIRMED to have goku in it!
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You put sans jevil and spamton in a room who makes it out alive?
PS: spamton does get [[Power Of Neo]]
(My own reasoning in the tags)
#ask#undertale#sans#deltarune#jevil#spamton#poll#polls#I WAS just gonna respond with my own thoughts but I wanna know what y'all think#*cracks knuckles* okay SO#It would take a lot to get Sans to actively fight either of these guys to the death. Sans mainly operates by rule of funny#and his fight is only hard because he's decided that you should die over and over again in the hopes of getting you to give up#Jevil and Spamton meanwhile are very earnest and volatile. Jevil knows the world is a game and believes that nothing matters.#Spamton is desperate to ascend and become part of the real world. He will do anything. Absolutely anything.#Though it's because of that desperation that I think Spamton will lose first#This is mainly going by the fact that Spamton's fight (to me) is the easiest out of the three and the main appeal is the story you get#Rather than Jevil where the appeal is that it's weird and fun to play and Sans that it's ridiculously hard and hard-hitting (emotionally)#Sans would only start to fight Jevil out of reluctance and he wouldn't really care about winning and Jevil is just here to have violent fun#Which means that Jevil wins
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Suptober Day 1: Autumn
In another life, Mary would have spent the day before Halloween baking pies and stocking up on candy for trick-or-treaters. She'd put the finishing touches on Dean's costume--as young as he is, it'd be something simple and cute: a bumble bee or Cabbage Patch kid.
In this life, she throws her shovel in the trunk of the car, sinks into the driver's seat, and is grateful that her shoulder was wrenched but not dislocated.
Back at the motel, she showers away the dirt of the hunt. She throws her soiled clothes in the dumpster and sits in the parking lot, dreading going home.
She's in some no-name town in the middle of Kansas, only a couple of hours from the house she shares with a stranger she thinks she loves. She watches a normal family with a normal mom pack their car. When the dad pulls the mom into a sweet, lingering kiss, Mary starts her car and leaves.
She drives through the picturesque countryside lit up with leaves of orange and yellow and thinks she stepped wrong somewhere along the way. She always wanted to be normal. She wanted a family. She wanted to stop hunting. Now, normalcy fits like a hand-me-down department store dress.
In this life, she stops at the grocery store and buys an apple pie. She kisses John on the cheek and ignores the question in his eyes. She sings Dean to sleep then stands over his tiny bed and prays that this will be enough.
In another life, there's no itch under her skin telling her it won't be.
#also at this point she would be about two months pregnant with Sam just a fun fact to think about#i'm begging y'all to be normal about her#suptober24#suptober#short ficlet#supernatural#mary winchester
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