#maybe a bunker! that'd be nice

[keeps-ache]

ouhhhrh i'm hongry ouhuhuhuhuhruhg

[ohsc]

Maybe something with the reader being shaken-up about a case?

hi lovely! tysm for the ask <3 | sam winchester x fem!reader, 1.2k, hurt/comfort, implied trauma, brief implied gore, brief mentions of death, brief mentions of vomit, sam being so soft and gentle, mostly comfort

She didn’t realise that she was crying until she couldn’t see.

It was like she was looking through an obscure glass window. The bunker’s kitchen blurred out of view, lost behind the film of tears that was quickly leaking.

It was almost funny. She was only eating a sandwich, nothing more. Nothing had been said, nothing had happened. She wasn’t even thinking, not really. Her thoughts had sounded fuzzy and distorted since the case they’d worked two days ago.

She blinked, the film of tears broke and dripped down her cheeks, and the bite of sandwich in her mouth suddenly felt like chewing cotton, like it wouldn’t melt down. She had to swallow it in two lumps, by which point she couldn’t see again, the tears were building too rapidly.

With her impaired vision, the only reason she was able to tell that Sam had also realised she was crying, was when she felt his warm palm against her face.

“Hey,” his voice was so soft it made her chest hurt. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She blinked rapidly to repair her vision, eyelashes tickled with the tears that dropped from them, and when she looked up at him all she could do was nod. She was scared of the sound that'd come out of her if she tried to talk. The pressure in her chest was building like a mentos and coke experiment. If she opened the lid, she’d burst.

Sam thumbed her tears away, delicate as always, and crouched in front of her. He looked so worried. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his sadness.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he squeezed her knee, and rubbed at her thigh with his free hand. “Do you want some water?”

He didn’t wait for her nod to get up and retrieve it. The glass was cold when it was pushed into her hands, and it took four sips before it felt like the lump in her throat had dissolved only slightly. But it was helping.

Sam didn’t push her to talk. He sat beside her on the bench of the table and rubbed his palm along her spine as she sipped from the cool relief. He was so nice it made her want to cry more. How could someone be so loving? How did he fit all of the gentleness inside of him? His ribs must’ve been straining with the pressure.

“Sorry,” her voice felt too small, too weak. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Sam rubbed the heel of his palm between her shoulder blades. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmured in that gentle tone of his. “Do you think it could be… I mean, is it the case? Is that what’s bothering you?”

“I’m…” her breath wavered on her inhale. “I don’t-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sam took one of her hands with his free one, laced their fingers until all of their knuckles were kissing. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re safe.”

The lump in her throat bobbed, and she had to sip the water again.

The case they’d worked that past Wednesday was the first case that had made her physically throw up. The grass has been damp beneath her knees, dew from the green soaked into the denim of her jeans as she hunched over and emptied her stomach, the side panel of the Impala cold beneath her palm where she steadied herself. Sam’s hand had been warm against the back of her neck. Dean’s jacket had been a little heavy over her shoulders. The scene that played in her mind of what they had seen inside that house like a broken film reel had been disgusting. It had been downright evil.

It was the first case that she’d had to step back from and let the boys do their job. The first case she’d sat in the backseat of the Impala for whilst the boys buried what was left of the body.

It was the first case that had numbed her mind a little on the drive back home.

And it was the first case she’d cried about two days after.

The obscure glass was back in the role of contact lenses. Her hand squeezed Sam’s until hers shook, but he didn’t mind. He leaned over her until she was tucked against his side completely, like he’d held her on the drive home from the case.

“I don’t like our job sometimes.” Her voice broke, muffled by his collar. She inhaled deeply, tried to ground herself with his scent.

“I know.”

“I wish we’d never gone there.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“She was already dead-” the words came out warped around a hiccup and she put her glass down to hug him instead, arms wrapped around his waist like she couldn’t bare to be any further from him.

Sam’s hand came up and stroked through her hair, something that he knew soothed her. Deft fingers pushed through the strands of her hair, nails scratched at her scalp so so lightly, until some of the tension had left her body, left her drained against him.

Her chest still ached.

“You know what I think about, after cases that we don’t win? Cases like that?” Sam’s voice was soft, she heard it through his chest, a deep rumble that had as much of an affect on her as a cat purring in her lap.

“Hm?”

“It’s cheesy, I know, but I think about all the people we’ve saved,” his fingers continued their ministrations as her tears soaked into his shirt. “And we’ve saved so many — you’ve saved so many.”

“But not her.” Her voice broke.

Sam took a breath. “No, not her,” he murmured. “Nobody said this life was easy. But if we wanted the easy life, think about how many people wouldn’t be here because we hadn’t saved them.”

It was a nice thought. That there were people around, living and loving and breathing because of them. But that girl…

“It’ll hurt for a while,” Sam murmured. “It’ll hurt for longer than a while. I can't say anything that’ll ease it. I wish I could, sweetheart,” he kissed her temple. “But… we do a lot of good, you know. You do.”

She nodded, but didn’t respond. She breathed through the rest of her tears in Sam’s arms, and only when the ache in her ribs had lessened did she lean back and looked up at him.

He smiled so softly that made her wonder how he was so perfect for her. It made her wonder how many lives they’d lived together before this one.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Sam murmured as he lifted a hand and delicately wiped at her eyes, before he just held her jaw like he was holding light. “A bath? A nap? D’you wanna go for a drive?”

Her head rested in his palm like it was crafted for that purpose alone. “A nap sounds nice.”

“Yeah?” Sam smiled a little more, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. She wanted to cry again. “Then we’ll nap.”

Her eyes watered again when she murmured, “Thanks, Sammy.”

“Hey, ‘course,” Sam wiped at her tears once more, like he was trying to brush water from the pages of a book. Delicate, not wanting to ruin what was underneath. “I love you, okay?” He kissed her forehead once more. “We’ll get through this.”

We’ll. Maybe they would, if she had him.

[uhohbestie]

Since it only ever got hinted at, I’m really curious if Grian and Scar will ever meet up with Mumbo (at least I assume it’s Mumbo) to try and salvage some of their photos. I really want them to have at least a few of them :( I was so upset at the camera being destroyed.

I know it might sound coy, but honest and for true: we don't know for sure!

While there are some things we've pinned down as canonically going to happen with TAMN, there's still lots and lots of ambiguous space, and Mumbo is one of those portions! I know that there are plenty of theories about how the introduction could go (dreamt up by ourselves and others). Whether they'll hit it off, or if they'll hate each other, of if Mumbo might just politely but anxiously tell them to "please leave and never ever come back, thanks. also, sorry."

The impracticality of it rests in how Scar and Grian don't know where Mumbo's bunker is located, so it's a bit of a needle-in-a-haystack situation. But there's absolutely the pitch perfect situation where they meet, get along, Mumbo develops the portion of the photos that weren't ruined by light-exposure, and then they part ways with a bittersweet "we'll keep in touch" to which Mumbo responds "nah, you won't, mate" and then that's that.

(What I really hope, though, regardless of Mumbo, is that at some point either Scar or Grian picks up a sketchbook and starts teaching themself how to draw, and makes a habit of sketching their lives to fill the places where photos used to reside. Maybe at some point they find an instant camera and film to last them awhile, but something about pages and pages of tender little studies as one of them learns to draw the other.............. that'd be nice, I think) - 🔒

[glassiscompletlyempty]

i hope we see kismet again in future even tho they were just made to be cameos the characters have a lot of cute potential.

like just imagine them showing up in some episodes of a future tv series and calling out brozone on their bs that'd be entertaining to see.

and them being portrayed as chosen siblings for branch would be nice to see made cannon maybe they were childhood friends?

or maybe they were all foster siblings after his grandma died? but before branch went to live on his own ( given how young he was i'm asuming he didn't straight away move out to the woods and start building his bunker )

or maybe branch chose to join their band after the first movie in order to fit in more with the other trolls again and to make new friends after years of staying away from people.

idk i'm not too fussed about which choice they go with as i think all of the ideas fans have come up with are very wholsome and seeing some episodes of the two sets of siblings competing against each other would be funny as fuck to see.

[angeart]

Thank u for the Christmas post,i am throughly wounded (it is so great, i love it)

I wonder will thing get better in haunted hybrid au? will the other hermit land in better place come find them? maybe Xisuma will come find his hermits?

tho even is that happened, it will probably be a long time trauma journey waiting for the pair

I am very happy to hear you liked the post! :D

What eventually happens is still very much out-there; nothing is decidedly set in stone, we're still playing with ideas. But, let's say they do get rescued eventually. (and i mean, very very eventually - it takes a painfully long time.)

here's all the things that need to happen first, right? xisuma needs to set up a new server for them (and make sure it's safe and what happened won't happen ever again), and then he needs to find and collect everyone. most of the hermits ended up in nice, kind worlds where people are willing to help them in this predicament, which makes this slightly easier, but some are in more obscure places.

grian and scar are the last ones to get rescued, and finding them is all-hands-on-deck kind of mission. their comms don't work right in the world where they are, and it's the kind of world that doesn't really advertise itself, if you know what i mean. tucked away and hidden and very hush-hush.

so it takes a long time. too long.

scar and grian do manage to either find or build some semblance of a shelter, at some point. it doesn't feel safe. it doesn't feel stable. it feels temporary and treacherous, and it's still so very cold (they can't light a campfire or make a fireplace; the smoke would give them away.)

the world continues to hunt them.

hermits do find them, in the end. they take scar and grian to their new home and... well, none of them really know or understand what they've been through. (nobody was in a situation quite as horrible. nobody else was in an outright hostile world.) and yes there's a lot of trauma. a lot of things to deal with and a very, very long journey to heal.

me and @linkito talked about this at some point, about how messed up they are after all of this.

scar is incredibly protective of grian and his wings still, ready to pounce and claw at anyone who'd approach. (i think it maybe scares him a little, because these are their friends.) naturally standing in a way that'd block people's line of sight of grian's wings.

grian doesn't fly around and doesn't take good care of his feathers. he can't stop feeling antsy whenever someone as much as glances at his wings. he flinches away from anyone who wants to touch him. (think pearl who used to be able to touch his wings freely and help him preen? yeahhhh. not anymore.) someone points out grian's wings are a bit disheveled and grian just. stumbles back and hides behind scar's back.

it's the start of a new season and everyone's making nice builds and starter homes and working on the shopping district. scar and grian, in the meanwhile, are building walls and hideouts and hidden bunkers.

(they also struggle to comprehend the amount of resources now readily available to them. they're insanely worried it'll all just slip away again.)

they're not okay <3

[baileys101]

Soup Mates

Story by: Baileys Art by: Sidewinder

Summary:

Idiom: 1. in the soup, Informal. in trouble:

'He'll be in the soup when the truth comes out.'

Freshly freed from Naomi’s brainwashing, Dean and Sam bring a disgruntled and restrained Castiel back to the bunker for safe keeping. But Dean’s ability to protect him are put to the test when Chuck, frustrated with his story being hijacked by a disobedient angel, decides to take drastic action and cut Castiel out of the Winchesters lives, for good.

Rating: Explicit

Link to Story Link to Art

Tags: alternate realities, first times, season 8 - the crypt scene, canon divergent, Dean & Cas steal the narrative, explicit smut & fluff, lots of sex, do not under estimate how horny these boys are for each other.

This was only my second time writing in an SPN bang and it was my second time being paired with Sidewinder! Her art is truly amazing, and brings to life the pictures I had in my head while writing.

I never set out to write an explicit fic. It just sort of happened, and so feeling like I didn't have much control, I decided to make that a key plot point. Much like the canon verse, Dean and Cas did what they wanted and I was just along for the ride. I hope you enjoy reading, and maybe laugh occasionally. That'd be nice too. 🤗

[marshmallowprotection]

I’ve been recently having a lot of fun with a SE scenario where Saeyoung’s MC’s little sister moves to Korea to live with them, and Saeran and MC’s sister both bonding because while it’s for different reasons, they both struggle so much with feeling out of place. Maybe MC’s sister was used to making lots of puns and knowing lots of references back home, but their Korean isn’t very good so they can’t anymore. they aren’t as caught up with the culture, and tend to struggle with certain social cues in this new environment. MC keeps insisting on speaking to their sister in Korean to help them learn but they still struggle and only want to reply in English.

Idk, I feel like it could be a good bonding moment if they worked together to try and navigate just existing when everything feels so unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Saeran can help them practice Korean and the sister can help him adjust to interacting with people in general, especially because they don’t have the same history. This is just something that’s been rotating around in my little Brain microwave

God. That's adorable, and I've seen scenarios like this before but it's been a while since someone's shared one with me. See, Saeran feels like a fish of water no matter where he is, and it would be nice to have a friend who understands, sympathizes, even it's not perfect. There's not many people who have Saeran's exact experience, but having one person who understands his grief at not understanding how or why it matters to do this or that with others helps.

Just someone to turn to and say, "Yeah, I don't know why we have to do this with others. I don't get it. Does this make sense to you? Why is there so much pomp and circumstance? Why can't people just do the damn thing without a mess involved?"

And hey, Saeran can learn English to meet them in the middle. It's not like he has anything else to do with his free time... he's kind of... you know, trapped in the bunker outside of ice cream visits and the sky. That'd be fun for him!

[slava-the-stalker]

"If you two are going to the NPP," Piotr dropped on his designated spot by the campfire, "I need you to collect a few slime samples, and get reading from the magento-sonic -"

"Who told you we're going to the power plant?" Beaver interrupted, his spoon of chtchi paused halfway between his bowl and his mouth.

'Us?' Slava silently asked, with a raised eyebrow, as she pointed to Beaver, then to herself.

"Well, that girl you've been following for the past two weeks is going, sp I figured you'd follow her there too." Piotr replied, confusion slowly slipping into his voice.

"I mean, if you need those readings that bad,"

"I'm not going." Slava interrupted.

"What, too scared of the radiation, Monolith, the military and the psychic mutants?" Beaver jokingly asked.

"No, I know a tunnel that'd let us sneak in from the radio city,"

"Dygha?"

Slava nodded.

"The Union might have fallen, but the infrastructure is still there. Failsafe upon failsafe, escape route upon escape route," Piotr added, not without a touch of nostalgia for a time he never knew.

The topic changed to Soviet infrastructures, as Beaver trailed on about the some bunker by his place back in Kiev in between two slurps of soup.

"What we're we talking about anyway?" He eventually noticed that his companions were visibly getting bored.

"The NPP."

"And how I'm not going."

"But why? You love that stuff. Artefacts, fuckers to kill," Beaver insisted.

"Well for starters I need to do a cig run by Cordon,"

Without a word, Piotr threw her a sealed pack of Donskoi Tobak. She nearly caught it, and it landed on her lap. She examined the brown packet with a smile before continuing:

"And second, when people go to the NPP, be they good or bad, they start talking about the wishgranter. What would you do? What would you get? Who would you kill? Who would you sell? I can't stand that."

Beaver scoffed.

"You can't stand stalkers talking about their hopes and dreams?"

"If they had hopes and dreams they wouldn't be here."

"That's harsh. What about science, wanderlust, duty towards the people outside?"

"Not everyone has these same noble thoughs about science and the betterment of humanity as you."

Slava got up, pocketed the pack of cigarettes, and wiped off dirt from her jacket. She headed towards where she'd stashed her other supplies, and began gearing up under the slightly offended gaze of Beaver.

"So no data then?" Piotr pleaded.

"No. I'll leave you boys to it." She threw her backpack over her shoulders, with as much ease as her kevlar would allow. "But you might have a point about duty. Maybe you should pay that old friend of ours a visit?"

"Fedya what's his name?"

"Fedor Okeseivych Vorobev?"

"Hell, I don't know his full name. Yeah, the short bald man. He's shit at taking lead, but-"

The two men simultaneously scoffed at Slava's last phrase. She rolled her eye and threw her hands up in the air.

"Whatever. I'm not even surprised. He'd go if you ask real nice,"

"Like 'on my knees' nice?" Beaver asked with that half flirty half joking tone he liked to use.

"Maybe if we give him real good directions, he'd be able to go all of the way," Piotr added.

"I'll be in Cordon. Screw you both," Slava stormed off, presumably west, away from the marshlands.

[letsbenditlikebennett]

[pm] I think it makes sense with how you guys are like part of nature. Do you miss knowing other nymphs? Either way, you're the nymph that matters to me and you're anti-littering... which is very important. Because you're so right. Littering is not hot. [...] Nope, it's a challenge now. You gotta kiss me while I'm picking up litter.

[pm] However it worked before, we'll work differently. Not that I need you to be offering me anything at all moments of time, but even when you're sad, you're still someone I know I can trust and who cares to understand me. That's a pretty big something and it's something you always give me. It's also something I always want to give you. [...] I think I get that a little bit. I'm always happy to listen, but I think even without me or anyone else, you metaphorically make a sound.

I think maybe a little but not that kind of I think I'm more restless than anything else I think I'm mostly just hungry. Hm, I'm not sure about bringing me something during, just because that'd require opening up the bunker and even if I can't bite through rock, I could still turn my sister into a chew toy. Someone recommended having a good protein-filled dinner before... what if we did that? [user is getting really attached to the idea of cass time before monster chow time] It'd be nice to spend the last bit of time where I'm fully myself with you.

You travelled a lot? We did, too, before settling here. But yeah, I don't know much about the undead... and most of what I know about fae is from you. [...] Honestly? Probably societal control or something. BMVs are not fun. I'm pretty sure time actually moves slower inside BMVs. You're so right for that. Olivia Rodrigo's driver's license is the only one that matters.

I haven't seen Ice Age... and now that I've said it, I'm pretty sure you'll be changing that soon. Which I look forward to. [user likes the way all of this sounds, but isn't sure where to begin] I [...] want to do that. Figure out for myself what matters, I just don't know if I know? It's just hard to pick apart what parts of what they taught me matter because I was so young when I died. [...] My sister always seems to change the subject when I bring our parents up. I like how you chose for yourself what was important. Choosing something different like that is brave. I think I want that too.

I don't love blood, so I'm gonna take you up on the covering my eyes. ;)

But uh, unrelated to anything, but I told my sister about you? All good things obviously, but like some of the gushing did include the whole volcano nymph thing. I promise that information is safe with Andy. Use of promise there is intentional.

[pm] Every nymph I know is very anti-littering. But I also don't know a lot of nymphs anymore. I'm glad you hate it too, though. Littering is so not hot. But picking up litter is very hot. I would very much like to kiss the girl, especially if the girl is picking up litter. [...] Okay, maybe not, like, while you're picking up litter. Like, you could throw it away first. I can't wait to see your shoplifted treasures!

[pm] I'm just [...] not really used to it, you know? To people wanting me around when I'm not [...] offering them anything. That was never how it worked before. [user is touched by the metaphor. it speaks to her. she understands trees, even if she doesn't understand them as well as rocks. they make more sense than people, most of the time.] Sometimes I feel like [...] that stupid metaphor. You know? If a tree falls in the forest and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound? Sometimes I feel like that. Like I can't make a sound unless somebody's there to see it. To hear it.

Do you get [...] lonely? I'd really love to bring some squirrels by, if that's okay. I'd be safe about it and everything, but I like the idea of [...] doing something. Even if it's just throwing a gross dead squirrel for you to eat.

I hope so.

Same. I understand fae, and some other species that I met when I was [...] traveling, but there are a lot I never even heard of before now. I never met a zombie before Mack. And I didn't even know hunters were, like, a thing. [...] Why do they need a whole place for that? That's stupid. I don't even think anyone but Olivia Rodrigo should need a driver's license.

I think sometimes the squirrels have it coming. I saw how much damage that little guy did in Ice Age. [...] I think sometimes [...] you get to choose what matters. I think you're allowed to take pieces of it and leave the rest. Otherwise we're all kind of screwed, right? I mean, I probably wasn't supposed to be a superhero. Most of the nymphs back home were [...] not very big fans of humans. But they still [...] mattered. I was the one who didn't matter. So I pick. What matters and what doesn't, I pick it for myself. I think you should be allowed to, too. [...] You are important. And I appreciate you, too.

Love this for us. Does gore freak you out? Some of the episodes get kind of gnarly, but I can cover your eyes at the scary parts if you want ;)

[foundthethief]

Okay so it's 11:40 pm rn and im listening to the Arcane Soundtrack and you know what that means????

brain making cinematic scenes and bullshit for different fandoms im in.

First up, Andromeda Six

They have VERY similar vibes so I'm not surprised my brain made this kinda connection.

Spoilers for Andromeda Six (or what we have so far) because many i d e a s

So, Playground, i believe its the first song in the soundtrack, hella good, like all the songs.

Personally, my brian was imagining something like they actually did in Arcane, scene wise.

-Imagine Playground (by Bea Miller) playing in the background as the Andromeda Six lands onto Cursa and as the crew walks down into the landing pad (or whatever its called) of the bunker, MC just taking in everything, cuz holy shit, its nothing like Goldis...

Alternatively, similar vibes: Playground going on in the background as MC and the two crew members they chose to have come as they walk through the current district of Cursa they're in, cuz, once again, holy shit, everything so different.

-Next up, I believe its called Our Love? I'll have to double check later, (it is called Our Love by Curtis Harding and Jazmine Sullivan) but i imagine this one being very soft..

It would be the music playing at the masquerade in the main flashbacks (even if you're not romancing Vexx)

That's it really, it's just hella soft.

- REAL HEARTBREAKER UP NOW- Goodbye (by Ramsey) ughhh my heart

So i have two ideas for this one

First, in episode 3(?) when MC regains some of their memories... its playing in the background softly as Vexx leaves and continues on as Bash leads MC back to the A6 and dies out as they enter the hanger..

OR

Second, episode 5, when MC follows Vexx on Orion... This is also when Vexx finds out his parents, the reason he had done all this horrible shit, were dead. I think it would be a really nice point for a flashback, or multiple even. MAYBE EVEN OVERLAPPING FLASHBACKS????

But yeah. Owie.

I have two more ideas for the rest of this post so yeah. I'll probably end up doing more of these cuz they're fun.

-For Dirty Little Animals (by BONES UK) could be like... this might be a long shot, but i think its episode 3 when MC gets separated from the other two members of the crew and they're running through a buncha alleyways- i dunno, i think that'd just be neat.

Maybe MC keeps almost running down one alleyway but then they either second guess themself or think they see one of the K'Merii Soldiers down them and changes course... then it dies down when MC stumbles to the floor and meets Vexx again..

But picks back up with that one line "I don't have one person to protect.. i have six" and then ITS ONE OF THOSE SHOTS WHERE IT ONLY SHOWS MCs EYES AND THEY LOOK REALLY DETERMINED AND THE LINE "... Beautiful cannibals" IS WHEN THAT SHOT COMES UP!!!

Anyway, yeah thats an idea.

-Finally, Enemy (by Imagine Dragons, i prefer the version without JID, but to each their own.) I also had two ideas for this song.

First, TRAINING MONTAGE!!!!! Naturally, you can rarely ever go wrong with one of those.

OR!

In episode 5, when MC and the crew of A6 are fighting the guards of Orion.

Those last two ideas are a bit weak but i think its cuz im tired. its 12:07 am.

Moral of the story is watch Arcane or AT LEAST LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK PLEAS-

[fallenbars]

can i request a ralsei x reader where the reader just isn't feeling really good ab themselves and feels worthless and he reassures and comforts them?

RALSEI IMAGINES ||

The Dumb Things Series:8

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Ralsei comforting a Friend/Reader

Ralsei knew when someone was hiding something, especially that of when someone wasn't doing well. After all, him and Kris were friends and Susie has a habit of putting up a front- He's quite use to being rather observant and making sure those around him are ok.

He was probably talking with you and noticed something was wrong with the way you carried yourself, your tone or maybe the way you were acting. He couldn't help but feel concerned.. Something just wasn't right...

"Um, I was wondering if there's something you'd like to talk about? I understand if you aren't comfortable though! There's no pressure to speak." He makes an attempt to talk with you about what's wrong. You weren't sure whether you wanted to answer or not but the bubbling feeling of hurt was eating you up inside. You bit the inside of your cheek slightly, wondering if you should let him in on what's going on inside your head.

Ralsei patiently waited for a response from you. You took a quick deep breath through your nose and then exhaled it. You looked over at him with a crushed expression. "I haven't..uh.." you fell silent as the words slipped off your tongue. This was just a little harder than you thought. "Don't worry, take your time. I'm here and won't be leaving until we can get through whatever's bothering you." He gave you a sweet smile, you couldn't help but return one to him.

"Ralsei, I just recently haven't been feeling to good about myself.. you know? Just...feeling worthless?.." Your gaze fell downcast to the ground as you felt something heavy in your chest.

"Can I ask why you would think that?" Ralsei could feel his own heart twist- It hurt him knowing you felt like that and he didn't notice sooner. "I don't know. Guess I feel like I could do better?..at things.." You felt awkward. Your mind was just running over specific thoughts that were tearing you down and it wasn't exactly doing wonders for your emotional state either. "Well, could I tell you a few things? What I think?.." You looked up towards Ralsei and gave him a slight nod.

"I don't think you're worthless. I've seen you do many things! Things that were great and you've helped others too. You mean a lot, to me and everybody else!" He shuffled towards you. "I know things can be hard and our minds, they really are something! And sometimes they're mean..they like to mess with us even when we know the truth or the opposite of what it says. As much as they are helpful they can be bullies and right now, I'm telling your bully to stop! Because I think you're wonderous. And it needs to stop tricking you and telling you otherwise. You've always been enough and will continue to be, you never have been and never will be less."

Ralsei was pretty close to you now, and he opened his arms wide. "Would you like a hug?" You leaped into the hug without even saying anything and tightly held him. In return he did the same. The hug was warm and brought comfort to you- "Thank you, Ralsei. I really needed to hear that.." You hid your face in the crook of his neck against his scarf. Ralsei truly was an amazing friend and you considered yourself lucky to have him in your life. He gave you pats on the back as he rocked side to side a little bit.

After sometime had passed you pulled back and he did too. "I'm not sure if you're up to it but would you like to maybe go get some of your favorite snacks with me?" You laughed a little bit. "I think that'd be really nice." You said. You were feeling much better. Although it wasn't much you said, you had gotten out what you needed and Ralsei was able to help..even if it was just a little bit.

You and Ralsei went out into town and bought some of your favorite snacks along with a couple of his. You two decided to bunker down in his castle and do a movie marathon to wind down and end the days note off on.

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A/N: Sorry this was so late Anon! I'm hoping this has helped if you are currently feeling that well still(or maybe it was just for the ask?I'm not sure but I ain't taking chances). Our minds truly can be rather unkind to us from time to time as I understand that completely. Hope you don't mind but I'm just gonna do a lil' prayer for you and want you to know you're a great person even if it's hard to believe!

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Webby: Donald! Della! I need your sage advice about women!

Della: His what now? I'm clearly the king of the babes.. I have a hat saying so. Got it in the late 90's at a raffle. But it's still true.

Donald: Ignore her, what's wrong?

Webby: I want to celebrate my one month anniversary with Lena

Both: Awwwww

Webby: thank you but I kinda.. messed up horribly

Donald: Welcome to my horrible horrible life. GET OUT GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

Della: Ignore him, huge big gestures never go wrong.

Donald: What about the time you got your girlfriend a speedboat in high school for her sweet 16 then drove it into her living room.

Della: Yeah but what about the time you brought a lion home for yours?

Webby: Donald, Della please don't fight their both great ideas. No I set up an elborate sparkler display of the two of us that ended up setting her lawn on fire.

Della: Okay well we can fix that as long as you didn't flee the scene... (beat) You fled the scene didn't you?

Webby: I panicked! What do I do

Donald: Okay go get your go bag that I assume you troublingly have, i'll get the boat to the marnia and get you to a secluded island where you can let the heat die down.. now it may be a bit haunted

Della: We're not taking her to an island.. by boat. we'll use the plane

Beakly: (enters looking cross and holding a phone) Okay the money is wired. Thank you for being so understanding.

Webby: Oh no granny found out! I"m a disapointment!

Beakly: First off you are not you just need to learn to set pyrotechnics better. Second off do not take my Grandaughter to flee the country as a first solution, you twits.

Donald: It's just off the coast of duckberg. I'm not a monster. I would've told you when you walked in like you did now.

Della: I would've just gunned it and left a note because she frightens me.

Donald: That's valid

Beakly: And their fine.. we'll have to pay damages

Scrooge: (offscreen) YOU'LL GET MY MONEY WHEN YOU PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS AND EVEN THEN I KNOW A GOOD NECROMANCER!

Beakly: By we I mean me you old skinflint! But htey aren't mad they thought it was nice.. until the fire started and you put it out before you ran away screaming in panic.

Webby: I did so she woudln't break up with me.

Donald: Trust me it dosen't work> They'll just send their dad to scream it at you later.

Della: Or best friend

Donald: Or the lion you got them.

Della: Or a singing telegram god that one was rought

Webby: You aren't helping! I'm just going to go hide in my bunker and... (Tries running off.. and runs right into lena)

Lena: Your ghost butler let me in

Duckworth: (SmuglY) Your welcome Betina

Beakly: I swear as soon as I find where I stashed my haunted knife I am coming for you!

Lena: So uh... yeah.. I likedthe gesture but maybe don't set my lawn on fire?

Webby: (Bursts into tears) Please don't break up with me!

Lena: I... Webby your the best thing in my life, frankly your too good for ME. A little arson isn't going to get me to dump you. Plus your my sister's best friend so that'd be awkward but even so, I love you. Nothing's gonna change that.

Webby: I LOVE YOU TOO I PROMISE NOT TO SET YOUR LAWN ON FIRE AGAIN. (the two hug)

Donald: Awwww

Della: Well that went well I think we learned a valuable lesson....

Donald:.... which was?

Della: I dunno maybe it was usin those breakups?

Donald: Hmmm.. nawwww....

Della: your right. HA TAKE THAT SELF AWARNESS!

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Best: So, apparently bugs taste pretty much like shellfish (I have not personally verified this), and with that in mind I think the snare flea would be delicious and the hoarding bug probably would too if you prepared it like a giant lobster. Bunker spider probably doesn't have much meat in there proportionally but it's the biggest of the arthropods so it might balance out.

If you don't like shellfish or you're allergic to it, baboon hawks are a nice combination of 'meaty' and 'not too hard to kill'. You could do all kinds of things with that, but it's hard to go wrong with a slow-cooked roast. Thumpers are apparently related to cartilaginous fish, so they might make a decent soup. Manticoils seem to be similar in size to chickens, but they're corvids so I don't think they would taste like chicken. Tulip Snakes could probably be fried or grilled or something.

Middling: Eyeless dogs are big and meaty, but also hard to kill, incredibly dangerous, and as carnivorous near-apex predators they probably don't even taste good, being full of whatever junk bioaccumulated up through the food chain. Nutcrackers are operated by some sort of Creature puppeting the frame; maybe it's octopus-like and would taste good fried in batter. It's really dangerous to go after nutcrackers, but people already do that all the time to get their shotguns. Spore lizards might taste like alligator, which people eat semi-regularly - with a built-in mushroom garnish - but the meat is probably really tough given how shovel-resistant they are. Jesters are similarly unkillable and also absurdly deadly. Maybe you could yank a leaf off a bracken for some salad but that'd probably piss them off and get your neck snapped. The honey in a Circuit Bee hive might be good - I don't think you should eat the bees themselves - but this presents the usual problems with beehive retrieval, so save it for after you've taken off from wherever you found the bees. Kidnapper Foxes are carnivores, which might not be great healthwise, with skinny bodies that would probably make for unpleasantly lean and stringy meat.

Worst: Hygroderes dissolve everything organic that they touch. I refuse to believe that there's any meat on a coilhead and according to the bestiary they're both radioactive and prone to spontaneous combustion. Giant worms, while technically made of meat, are basically impossible to catch without dying. Butlers are already rotten and full of bugs. Masked are probably not the freshest either and have all the usual cannibalism concerns plus some exciting new ones in the form of that goop they spray on people to convert them into more Masked. Barbers look like they're made of rubber or clay or something similarly indigestible, possibly with metal components inside judging by the sounds they make, and they can't be killed with melee weapons or easter eggs or even the shotgun. Forest keepers are made of wood and would rather eat you than the other way around. Probably the least edible entity is either the Old Bird, being some fifty feet tall and made entirely of metal even before you get into how homicidal they are, or the ghost girl, who's completely incorporeal.

What creatures are the best to cook and how would you prepare them?