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badass-at-fandoming · 4 years ago

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Just Little Ventrue Things ~

I finished a Camarilla Ventrue run of VTMB. Mostly, the only thing Ventrue these days know how to do is Dominate, run screaming, eat hot chip, and lie, and [high falsetto voice] here’s a list of other nonsense I discovered:

PC’s name is Christina; she’s a Dominatrix because I’m bi. Her sire was one of her clients, and she’s actually very, very angry about his death. She doesn’t mind being a vampire. She’s Wiccan and part of a coven

In this Camarilla run, I decided I would only do quests given by Camarilla members. My justification was that, while Christina is intelligent and curious about lore, she focuses on tasks that immediately relate to her and her goals. She’s not curious about others; won’t go out of her way to talk to them. She’s not a bleeding heart, like my other PCs, and she believes in the Camarilla’s laws. She just hates LaCroix for killing her sire. Her plan during the game is to curry as much favor within the Cam as possible and cozy up to LaCroix so she can stab him.

Enough backstory

Nonsense time

Smiling Jack laughs at you if you don’t eat a rat in the tutorial. LOL. The Ventrue dialog is like “I could barely choke down the homeless man: please don’t make me eat a rat!”

The blood in the Santa Monica haven’s fridge is now blue blood. Does regular blood make Ventrue sick? I was too scared to experiment.

[spots Mercurio] I am going to steal that ghoul

Rosa: The people you’re looking for are up there. Christina, assuming Rosa is a Cam agent: Okay, thanks, bye

Never spoke to the Thin-Bloods again (sorry Lily baby ;-;)

Everyone except Julius still leaves when the PC reaches Hollywood

If you try to feed on Julius, he WILL kick you in the head and you WILL glitch into the fire, be on fire; run away screaming in Prada

You can skip the whole basement of the Ocean House Hotel if you manage to jump over the hole in the staircase???? Like?? You mean the spookiest fucking level has been optional this whole time I”M

[ghost appears] [Christina smacks it with an axe] None of that.

Club girls speak to Christina and I’m on the FLOOR

Therese “kills” Jeanette, even though I had enough oompa to make that not happen.

Therese joins the Camarilla and says she’s in good position to be the next Prince??? Hello??? Where is our Prince Voerman ending????

Went straight to LaCroix, called him “sir,” and he name-dropped Napoleon.

LaCroix tells Christina to go visit the Anarchs. She blows the Anarchs off (Nines made a growly face, Damsel dialog yowl-exited out after I asked if she wanted to join the Cam; Skelter threatened to murder me twice). When LaCroix told Christina that, while he admired her Cam loyalty, she must listen to her enemies to understand what they wanted, it felt like he was actually being a good sire and mentor.

That’s weird.

When Christina asked for his history, he very carefully explained his lineage, like the important part of Ventrue culture it is.

Overall, I found LaCroix-being-nice-to-me extremely unsettling.

Sir. Stop smiling at me, sir. Stop being impressed I don’t ask for money. STOP MAKING ME UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, SIR.

In contrast, LaCroix sounded genuinely betrayed at the end

Also made it more obvious when he started to lose track of his marbles

Ventrue PC seems juuuuuuust tall enough for her forehead to glitch into the ceiling of literally any confined space

The dirty Elizabeth Dane policeman didn’t psspspspsp at Christina so the whole ship was 15 white-knuckled minutes of making police dance and scuttling about

There is!!! A lot less!!! Talking in this game!!! Than I remember!!! She is only good at talking and ordering people around i am bEGGING

All EXP goes to Dominate and making Christina extremely charismatic and buff.

Ventrue himbo????

Beckett un-himbo-ifies her

She insults Beckett on their first meeting, spitting out “What do you want, wolfie?!” I thought this was appropriate because she died like, 4 times on that warehouse mission and was Extremely Stressed And Under Duress

Beckett’s response of “Oh, you’re too young to have mouthed off to the truly old ones yet.” makes his later snide remark of “the young ones are so temperamental” 900% funnier. Yeah, LaCroix! Beckett thinks I’ve grown and am now more mature than you! XD

Missions involving sex workers hit different when you’re a sex worker.

Christina was incandescent with rage at the Brotherhood

Grout’s mansion mission was a lot of “I have no interest in this nonsense.”

For the first time ever, I didn’t kill anyone during the Museum quest! This is because Christina ran very fast and Dominated every guard as quickly as possible. Every single fucking guard knew she was there, but could do nothing about it, because they were dancing. The door to the sarcophagus locked (it will do this if too many guards are agro), but locked doors are no match for noclip hack.

Entertaining image of a tall woman absolutely blasting into this museum room and Beckett tackling her to the floor like wait! I must snark at you! You are legally obligated to speak with me!

Isaac is still somehow a pretty chill guy to work with if you’re Camarilla.

Christina didn’t visit VV or Ash. Interestingly, Ash didn’t show up at the hunter monastery later. Did he just die in his club? Is he still there, waiting, deciding?

Christina @ Andrei: what the fuck is this shit

“I don’t care. It’s ugly. Clean it up.”

SEWERS.

Not as bad as I was expecting

Did take shortcut, run away from fights, ducked out in the middle for a snack, and bring 7 blue blood packs tho

Gary threatened to shred her face with a cheese grater, which I thought was Toreador only dialog?? It must be connected to the Appearance Stat. Which Christina has maxed out.

When Heather became Christina’s ghoul, I was delighted because I thought this meant Christina would always have fresh blood.

If you ask to feed on her too soon after the last time, Heather says she feels light headed and wants to lie down. The dialog exits out

I love you, Heather bb

Perfected the art of nudging NPCs into corners

Mitnick’s quests now feature Enforced Nap Time for all guards

Seriously, Dominate is ridiculously powerful, hooooly shit. I get why people like it. I also like it when people do things I ask them to do.

Christina can’t sneak, but she CAN strongly encourage everyone to choke on their own tongues.

Very high contrast in the beginning of the game: 2 punches would knock her over, but anyone she spoke to would obey immediately and without question

Chinatown goes by ridiculously fast if you can’t sneak and don’t do any sidequests besides Mitnick’s.

For the first time ever, Zhao survived! This is because Christina made him take a nap.

He just told her to leave

You’re welcome, my good dude

IDK if it’s a game glitch, but Christina would vocalize? In battle, she grunts with effort and pain.

Got to the point where I kept expecting Dominate dialog in every interaction and would get disappointed if it didn’t show up. What do you mean I have to actually convince people? That’s lame.

Christina was polite and charming to Ming Xiao, who also conveyed a deeper betrayal than normal at the end. ;-;

I promise to give you a Ventrue boy toy soon, Xiao

Finale arc quests went by VERY FAST because Christina can’t sneak for shit. Just run in, Dominate blazing

You can skip the outside bit of the Hallowbrook Hotel if you find the open door on the top level what the fuuuuuuuuuCK

[“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody” plays while Christina wipes out the Sabbat in 10 minutes]

Andrei disappeared mid-fight and didn’t come back until I complained that only I was allowed to run away from boss fights

I’m categorizing “triggering the interaction to save Heather” as something quite difficult to do. The timing has to be just right. I’ve missed it twice now. BUT hacking into the game to save her is easy.

I love you, Heather bb

Final Beckett talk had the vibe of “You’re a very different person than me, but you’re also High Humanity and trying to do good. You don’t deserve to die.”

Damsel threatens to kick the shit out of Christina and is extremely reluctant to tell her where Nines is

“Out of all people, they send you? All right, let’s just talk terms.” - Nines because Christina was short with him one (1) time

WEREWOLF HARD

You can just?? Walk out of your haven?? Without speaking to Jack at all???

I didn’t do that

But I could have

[”Dust in the Wind” plays while Christina kills entire Camarilla hit squad in 3 minutes]

You can visit Mercurio and Trip on your way out of Santa Monica??

Mercurio makes no comment on the blood hunt. Business as usual with him. This is fine.

Christina: I’m SO going to adopt that ghoul. And perhaps Isaac can be convinced to part with Romero...

(For the first time ever, my PC boinked Romero. Twice, to receive the break up email)

This is definitely a glitch, but Christina brushed up against Caine, and a worried voice said, “Are you all right?” It sounded like the same voice actor, but a higher pitch?

Always nice to think about Caine demonstrating care

Christina asked Caine who he is, and Caine replied that he “gets people where they’re going. [He’s] a driver,” which is a nice nod (lol) to both his literal job as a driver and as a shepherd/creator/god to Kindred. Caine creates and makes fate.

Caine triple checks with Christina that she’s sure Strauss won’t betray her. Thanks, Vampire Dad. :’D

For some reason, only other Ventrue guarded LaCroix’s tower. I wonder if this is intentional. Like all the other Camarilla Clans backed Strauss and left? So only LaCroix’s Ventrue lackeys remain? Anyway, it created some weird moments where Christina fought her double.

KILL YOUR DOUBLE

Sheriff laughed in haughty joy that he was to kill Christina. I don’t remember him laughing in other playthroughs.

Christina ruining Caine and Jack’s prank oh noes

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years ago

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It’s Okay

A/N: I’m writing a self-indulgent fic due to fact that I’m feeling ✨ insecure and ugly ✨Yes this is me projecting. I like Heaven’s Design Team, and Unabara is one of my comfort characters, and he’s also v tall, and he looks like a good hugger. So why not write him being the fluffy being that he is.

Warnings: once again another breakdown, body image talk, mild nsfw mentions, mention of panic attacks

Tag List (even tho i know none of y’all dont know the show but shh): @misskittysmagicportal, @bisexualnathanyoung, @super-unpredictable98, @joz-stankovich, @hufflepuffheroine, @ghouls-buddy, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @seancekitsch, @the-freckled-luba, @neuroticpuppy

“What’s wrong?” Neptune asks, seeing you curled up on the corner of the bed, hands covering your face. He’d just come in from another day of work with the team. They were working on an animal that’s seen and heard from far away. It’d been going okay, and they were making a lot of progress.

You’d been denying him an answer to how you were feeling all day. Yes, he deserves to know. But something told you that you were being a burden. And that he didn’t need to hear your issues. He has a lot on his plate. And you didn’t want to stress the poor thing out. It’d only add fuel to your emotional fire. So you bottled it up. Seemed to be working just fine. Nothing a little forgetting can fix. You were really struggling. You can’t tell anyone how you feel, or else they may think it’s their job to help you. And it’s not. It never is. But they do it somehow. You’d always felt like a burden, maybe it was due to how everything in the past had worked out for you (horribly). Or maybe it was just due to your extreme anxiety issues, as well as being atrocious at keeping friends. They always left. And never came back. And somehow, that mean-spirited little voice always said it’s your fault. You’re the catalyst. You’re why everything falls apart around you. You’re the reason everyone’s stressed and upset. So that’s your philosophy. How’s that been working out, huh?

“I’m tired. And I’m upset for no reason. I’m also not feeling the most confident. But I can’t really remember a time where I did feel good about my appearance. I just straight up think I’m ugly. ” you mutter, tears forming in your eyes.

You’d been waiting for your body to finally cave in and let you cry. Weeks of missed panic attacks. Days without breaking down. First it seemed fine. Then the fatigue set in. So did the muscle aches. And feeling like sitting in the corner for the entire day. Thinking of what you could be doing. And shaming yourself for not being able to make a full meal. It was just so much all of the time. Everyone has their limits, but those also change. People grow. Somehow, though, it seemed that you were left out. And that everyone seemed to be doing just fine. Except for you, of course.

“Well, it’s fine to be upset, or tired. And I’ve mentioned that if you need help sleeping, I’m glad to help you. Be it cuddling or simply letting you be. But the latter part is where I find the issue. Your appearance is fine. But I know people can see each other differently.” he whispers, sitting down near you, but it seems as if he wasn’t close enough.

“Well, I honestly don’t know how you manage to call me cute sometimes. I really don’t see it. Never have.” you state, falling back completely onto the bed, arms spread out.

“I only say it because it’s the truth. If I think you look cute, or nice, I’ll tell you. There’s no use in me lying. What is this stemming from?” he asks, putting his hand on yours.

“I saw some of my old classmates from school and just....how? How do I equal to them? I feel like everyone’s moving on, and looking good. And feeling confident. But I just can’t seem to.” you say. Your eyes floating to a specific spot on the ceiling that looked like a snowman, and you thought about it for a while.

“Everyone’s different. And I think you look perfectly fine. And some people may just be feeling better. It doesn’t make you any worse.” he replies softly, twisting to face your flat form on the bed.

“Yeah, but I fucking hate everything about myself. Every time I seem to have something good, that dumbass voice comes back and I’m right back here again. I love my hair, then it’s a burden and I want to get rid of it. I look nice in these jeans, then I think I should lose the weight so they aren’t as tight. What the fuck is wrong with me?” you ask, tears finally falling onto the comforter.

“Aw, come here.” he says, laying down so he can look you at you closer. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Sure, you have anxiety, and yes, you have intrusive thoughts, but that’s okay. It doesn’t make you any less of a person. And it doesn’t make you any less attractive.” Unabara whispers, holding you close.

You begin sobbing into his chest, and your hands grasp at his sweater, trying to find something to hold onto before you fall from whatever was keeping you above the water. Dark, deep waters. Every part of you wants to scream, but you can’t seem to get that giant bubble from your chest. Neptune’s hand gently moves up and down your back, and you gasp for air as wave after wave of feeling go through you. It’s like you never get a break as tears fall repeatedly down your face, drowning you in a weird way. Your chest heaves as you wrap around Neptune, face hidden in his neck to get away from the reality of him seeing you like this. Vulnerable, and some would consider it torn to the ground. Somehow by your own feelings, you’d been torn to the ground and for what? Feelings were supposed to tell you what’s going on, not ponder if every person you’d met in your entire life was offended by you, and if they were it was always your fault. Never anyone else’s, always yours. That’s not true, but somehow you’d managed to get it engrained in your skull do much that no lobotomy would help.

They never seemed to leave you be, it seemed. One moment everything’s fine and it’s all good and the next you’re on the floor again, wondering whether or not you should’ve said this, or that. Or said these things, or even simply existed in their presence. You had done nothing wrong, yet only the most harsh and cruel punishments were reserved for you with your name in bold, bright letters. Nothing could help you at this point. Not the warmest, and most inviting of baths, or the coldest bowl of ice water to dip your head in, disrupting you from the shaking you’d been experiencing. Even his strong arms couldn’t help as you trembled in his grip. You hadn’t even noticed that his eyes were closed, almost as if he was trying to forego tears. See look what you’re doing to him. You thought, but it was shut down as he opened his eyes, and looked directly at you. Throwing you off for a moment before you went back to dreading everything about yourself once more. Except the hiccups were subsiding, and the feeling in your fingers and toes had begun to come back. Unabara’s head was tilted onto yours, and you matched your breathing to his, calming down somewhat.

“Can you do something really quickly for me...please?” he whispered, deep voice echoing in your mind. You gently nodded, and he moved to get up as you still sat on the bed, the ends of your jacket crumpled and partially wet.

“You don’t have to do this, but I’m going to go from your feet to your head. List what you don’t like about the body part.” he said, and you nodded once more as he gently nudged your foot, looking at you to engage.

You thought for a moment and replied in a quiet voice, rough from the tears.

“I don’t like how big my feet are. Sure, it may be fine with dancing, and it’s not that noticeable. But shoes my size are upwards of 70 dollars.” you reply, fiddling with your hands.

“Mm, I think they’re fine. I like the fact that we can share shoes sometimes. It’s more space for other things. Legs?”

“They’re oddly shaped. And they’re discolored too.” you stutter out, feeling goosebumps tickle your skin as his hands gently moved up your form.

“I think they’re quite lovely. And you’ve got quite a kick. Strong too. You can fit in more odd positions, may look uncomfortable. But you always manage somehow.” he says, kissing the top of your knee.

It went on like that for a while, with you talking about how you hated the fact that your thighs don’t match in color to how the divots in your hip made you feel like you should look different elsewhere. When one part of the body was talked over, you both removed a piece of clothing, the same for each person. Somehow you’d even managed to mention that you didn’t like the fact that your stretch marks could be seen with a simple flick of a waistband. And only he got to see the secret ones. Hidden from many views. Eventually, it got to the point where you were mostly nude in front of Neptune. His eyes averted from where some would be looking most. When his eyes did, however, drifted southwards, it wasn’t one of sexual thought.

“What about here?” he gently asked, hands landing on your hips.

“I don’t think I can complain about her. So much to learn. And so many feelings, good and bad. But none to blame.” you mutter, gasping as a skilled finger made its way to where you seemed to want it most.

“I think it’s wonderful. And not in the “I think vaginas are nice because I only think of it in a sexual manner way. I think they’re neat. And there’s a lot to learn, and much more to unlearn as well. I always like how you feel on the precipice of orgasm. Almost like a vice, but not one that I’d be upset about. You’re usually the most vocal, pillow over your face, or face pressed into my shoulder. Then, you’re there. And I’m there, or close enough. You just look so peaceful and emotional in the most wonderful of ways. You’re not worried about how you look. Or how your hair looks spread across the sheets unevenly. You just feel everything at once. And I find that so amazing.” he whispers into your ear, and it took everything in you not to take him right then and there.

Unabara didn’t give you a quickie that night. Or the ol’ suck and fuck. He took his time, even after you cried on his shoulder. And admitted your flaws to him. He made sure you were fine every step of the way. Holding your hand. Breathing into your neck as to not overstimulate his own ears. He even took the time to kiss over every last mark and scar from childhood on your legs before eating you out. I mean, yeah, you were ready to shove his entire face in your vagina. But the sheer amount of effort he went through to make sure that you were comfortable, and happy (in that moment at least). It honestly could push you to tears. How could someone care so much about another? They’d go through hours of love and appreciation, just to see you smile, or almost wake up the neighbors.

Tears fell down your face once more that night as you cuddled into Neptune’s chest. You listened to his heartbeat as his hands lay once more on your back. He looked at you with so much love and support. And you couldn’t help but crack under that pressure. Pressure to reciprocate. You always did. Somehow. Even in those moments where you pondered researching panic methods just to feel some relief. But you made it. And he found you worthy. Then slowly, slowly, you found yourself worthy as well.

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mojoflower · 7 years ago

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Magical/Mage/Spark Stiles fic recs (90%Sterek, 5%Steter)

A Moving Sea Between the Shores by foxtricks (knightofbows) M. 26k. Complete. They're so fucked. They fucked up so bad. And it's all Stiles' fault." // Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls." - Khalil Gibran

What delicious torture and pain and mistakes and regret and fear and suspense, unf. Stiles, it turns out, is quite a powerful mage, but he DOES make a small miscalculation... which very nearly leads to the deaths of the whole pack, to his imprisonment and torture. If only he and Derek had Bonded first, they might not have fallen to this point. But they hadn't....

Chapters alternate from what leads up to the Fuck Up and what follows. Derek is a good Alpha, Stiles is a good Emissary, but each thinks the other deserves better than what they could offer. Fully satisfying ending with sufficient comfort.

Dream of Life Again by BarlowGirl E. 18k. Complete. “You better be ready,” Lydia says as she cleans dirt out from under her nails with an antiseptic wipe. Stiles can smell the lemon scent even from where he stands a few feet away. She’s probably going to end up covered in blood in a few moments, but she likes to be in control in any way she can, so he doesn’t tease her about this. “It’s time to start.” // “I’m ready,” Stiles says and he’s pretty sure it’s not even a lie. Hopefully. // Scott, Stiles, and Lydia each sit at one point of the triskelion that Lydia’s drawn on the tarp. The center is a tight knot of some language Stiles had never even heard of before this, written in ink in tiny writing. It’s beautiful and also makes him slightly nauseated. Lydia makes both cuts, so the blood drops from Stiles’ arm and Scott’s, too, into the center of the triskelion. There’s wolfsbane on Scott’s knife, not enough to make him sick, but enough to keep him from healing too quickly. // It’s a surprisingly simple thing, after that, for what they’re doing. Blood, a few words, and a little magic. // Just those things, and, for the first time in three years, Laura Hale gasps in a breath. // Or: Resurrected Laura!!!

What an interesting story. It felt strangely... clinical?... distant, maybe. Stiles is very removed from everyone, and there's alot of teasing in the beginning as to why (we never DO learn the full story there). Any road, Stiles has a connection to some veerry powerful magic, but doesn't really want to think about it too much, much less admit it. Meanwhile, he continues with his distant-yet-close relationship with the pack, and his strange dance with Derek, and just. It was very interesting.

Such Things Don't Bear Repeating by Allizane E. 25k. Complete. A wizard, a wolf, and a boy. Or: spells and magic can never truly substitute for strength. (Harry Potter AU, in triplicate.)

This was beautiful, flowed like poetry, kind of. Three parts, three points of view, and we slowly watch Stiles grow, watch his powers develop. I never did figure out what he was supposed to be: he's a bit sociopathic, but has every reason to be (he's missing his tongue when Deaton first finds him.) I probably wouldn't have read it if I'd noticed the dark!Stiles tag, but the story didn't really come across that way. More wild!Stiles, and the future's wide open. ******* So Derek takes the twisted threads of blood and bone and fire (because they’d all tasted like ash to the wolf, like someone was already burning them up), he takes them and ties the loose ends to Stiles, because what else is there to do?

The Long Way Round by exclamation E. 180k. Complete. A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

oh. my. fucking. god.

this is astonishing.

The one where Stiles is MAGIC, whoa, that is such a focus, and he's powerful, and you get the learning montage and everything. (He's also the ouroboros, which explains how he got sent back in time to hang out with Derek and Laura when they're living in New York.) The one with the dragon, Bookworm, and the magic shop, and the accidental coven, and the vengence ghost, and where Derek is a dancer at a club (lol) and ALL THE GOOD THINGS.

i am addicted to death (so remind me what it’s like to live) by cywscross T. 18k. 1/2 but it reads like it’s complete. Stiles is sixteen years old. He has already died seventy-eight times.

Holy shit. (This says 1/2, but it's tight and complete, no worries.)

Magic Marker by Batwynn G. 3k. Complete. Look, just because he’s magical, doesn’t mean Stiles has to be an adult, right? // Where Scott keeps quoting Spider Man when he comes in the room, his dad keeps getting that pinched look around his eyes when he accidentally turns the microwave into a portal to another timeline, Lydia has stopped wasting her breath by heaving great, disappointed sighs at him, and Derek… Derek tells him to get it out of his system somewhere not here. Which is actually pretty nice, for someone with such judgmental eyebrows.

I would SO love to get a bigger peek into this world, heh.

In Which Stiles is Secretly Magic by apocryphal T. 27k. Complete. All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

lol... stiles is a hoot.

Attach me to your world by artisan447�� E. 27k. Complete. Turns out Stiles is magic. He's as surprised about that as anyone.

Sweet, sexy and intense: everything you want a surprise bonding fledgling magic fic to be.

Growing Up, Growing Strong by cywscross T. 10k. Complete. Stiles is adopted by the Hales.

Lovely series of snapshots. Stiles at 10 saves the Hales, but loses his dad, and Talia takes him in, but it's Peter he attaches to. There's selective mutism, slow integration, kidnapping, self-rescue, discovery of magic (spark), and he's 16 in the end, but I think the rating could have easily remained a G. (We'll have to use our imaginations for the rest.)

Red Witch by rootbeer T. 34k. Complete. The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning.Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.

Ah, this hit the spot. Derek's a mess, poor baby, he's spent years locked in a cell in isolation being taunted by Kate when Stiles shows up as a captive in the next cell. It's about everything you'd want. (I love the protective fire around Derek, it's perfect.) Stiles is a BAMF, Derek is a beta. And those stories about the Red Witch and his/her companions? Not just fairy tales.

Children's Tales by artemis69 G. 5k. Complete. Be careful, little girl. // Don’t go causing troubles in Beacon Hills, because the Hales live there, little girl. // Keep away from Beacon Hills, little girl, or the Hales will destroy you. // --Or: In a world where the Hales are alive and the protectors of the town of Beacon Hills, the humans politely fake ignorance of their not-really-human status, and they all live happily ever after. // Then Kate comes in. // Well. // Tries to.

How much did I love this story, omg, it's kind of hilarious: Kate (POV) goes Hale-hunting and is thwarted at EVERY TURN because the whole damn town knows who she is, and who Derek is, and the character descriptions are so funny: "The annoying other kid is still there and both of them are mowing the lawn of a little white house. Hale is very focused, working methodically in parallel strips. His friend is running in circles around a rose bush like a rabbit on cocaine."

Inhuman History by Amazonia_8 E. 32k. 7/? Stiles doesn't remember much about what happened the night he was to be introduced to the mysterious Hale family. He knows his mother is dead, but nobody can tell him why. He thinks it might have something to do with the things that happen to him, or that he can make happen, even though he's never been able to control it. Now it's just him and his father, an invalid he must spend all his time caring for, scraping by in a run down house in a run down town, miles away from the life he once knew. // Until strange things begin to happen, starting with the great black wolf that shows up at his door and the stranger man that claims he knows his father. Claims that Stiles is in danger and that it is his duty to protect him.

Hooooly guacamole. This one is a RIDE, I'm pretty sure I only breathed once in the whole first half. Only 7 chapters written, and it looks like it'll stay that way, and the story isn't NEAR complete, but you do get to end on a very satisfying sex scene, and this author is so good that even a glimpse into this world she's building is worth the time you put in to read it. The first chapters are such a tease, with references to things like John being paralyzed and mute, and Stiles having flashing memories of 'before', and it doesn't get explained for a while (it does eventually, tho, don't worry), and wow, it's just fantastic.

The Road Less Traveled by gryvon E. 25k. Complete. Stiles doesn't want to die in a basement. No one is going to die in the Argent's basement, not if he can help it.

ALL the Stiles!whump and hurt/comfort (although the comfort for the first round of hurt is rest-of-pack rather than Derek, but it's totally emotionally satisfying. This is the one where Stiles starts practicing magic by twiddling a pencil and then gets to firebomb some ghoul-things in the cemetery.

Night Owls Early Birds by Lissadiane T. 24k. Complete. Confession: Stiles is afraid of having magic. // The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power of belief. // And now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered version of Derek Hale. // (In which Stiles learns he's a witch, but instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond with Derek Hale.)

Oh. This was... really intense, I wasn't expecting that, somehow, the summary made it seem kind of funny. Stiles' magic is no fucking joke, and it LITERALLY tears him apart sometimes, like, peeling his hands inside out and crushing them kind of thing... and all the extraordinary pain that goes with it. When they say blood magic, that means there's gallons of it everywhere. Which is AMAZING, and the intensity is wonderful, don't get me wrong, it's unique among the 'Stiles discovers he is magic' stories, because it really does seem more like a curse than a gift. Steve the owl is a hoot (lol), and Derek's quiet loyalty and fierce protectiveness is lovely. It's a fantastic read, and so is its sequel.

In Which Stiles Finds He Much Prefers When Interesting Things Happen to Somebody Else by Zoom Zoom (PaperLillyWebs) T. 21k. Complete. “Finish what you start,” the skull rasps at him, making him jump. When he looks up, the skull is just as still as before.Loosely based on Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wayne Jones.

What a fun story! Stiles the apprentice is every bit of adorable, his Master Hale is a shadowy, mean kind of figure, and something's going on where none of the ends match up. The story borrows the Howl's Moving Castle world, but that's all, none of the story or characters. I love it.

How to please your house spirit by Lesatha M. 14k. Complete. Derek startled awake in the middle of the night. For a split second he didn’t know why, then as he felt a strange weight on his chest, he raised his head and looked down. And stayed speechless. // There was a tiny creature, barely the size of Derek’s whole hand, sitting on him. It had a human shape, from what Derek could see.It looked furious.

ohmygod this is infinitely adorable, Stiles is a (murderous, multitasking, shapeshifting) little shit (so is Peter) and Derek is utterly wrapped around his (occasionally) tiny finger.

Of Werewolves and Tentacles by Guede E. 173k. Complete. Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall, childhood best friends who were separated, now reunite to get to know each other again. Since Scott's a werewolf and Stiles is a new graduate of Miskatonic University (which is proving strangely attractive to Peter-Hale-shaped werewolves), they've got quite a bit to catch up on.

So glorious. A lot of fun to read, lots of action and complexity and I know basically nothing about Lovecraft, and that didn't matter at all. Stiles is great in this, very pushy, very much an asshole, and still got that old insecurity inside... which, coincidentally, is very much what Peter is like. They're a lovely match. (The fifth story introduces Derek into their dynamic, but only in the end, and, sadly, we never get the sexin' for that -- aside from some strange dreams in Part 6 -- cause it would be delicious.)

And what are the odds that I'd read two sentient house fics in the same month? (The other being the equally fabulous When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22. Sentient house is in Part 5 and isn't very friendly.)

The Foul Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart by WritersAreLiars M. 35k. 6/? “Stiles. Did I just watch you sell that man a hex-bag full of crushed caffeine pills and rocks from our own parking lot?” // “I threw in some sage too.” // -Stiles may have lost his job and his place as Alan's Mastery student, but at least his former teacher had the decency to set up an introduction to Peter Hale, werewolf and necromancer. // It looked like Stiles wasn't as done forming impossible infatuations on his teachers as he thought. // (At least this time he's legal.)

Entirely delightful and unique... author creates a fantastic world and Stiles' blithe abandon of traditions works very well with Peter's scheming. Worth reading even if it's never finished.

You Only Live Once...or Twice by WonderWolf E. 33k. Complete. “Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—” // “I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.” // Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.” // (Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

Interesting premise.

Red String verse by gryvon E. 13k. Completed works, incomplete series. Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He's going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

Everything about this series is perfection. How Peter is so utterly astonished and appalled at the age difference. How Stiles turns out to be tremendously and precociously magic. The sexual tension when Stiles gets tired of waiting (and Peter goes to the station to turn himself in, lol.

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m M. 63k. Completed works, incomplete series. His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.” // And Stiles broke.

Really good. Poor bb Stiles, life generally sucks hard. When he leaves, he has a lot of adventures and new friends that I DON'T instinctively dislike (what can I say, I'm very loyal to my OTP: I generally hate it when they split up and one of them seems to move on). There's VERY little Derek in this, even though about 50% of the story is in Beacon Hills both before and after the 7 years of running away. Maybe part 3 will have a little more Sterek. But, yeah, Stiles is badass, so that's awesome. The author writes well and the story moves quickly.

Professional Werewolf Witch by reptilianraven G. 5k. Complete. "Are you going to buy anything else?" Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date. // He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows' head and says, "Uh, a box of that stuff." // P.E. turns, glances at the crate, and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. "You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?" God, magic is so fucking weird. // "Yeah." Stiles nods because he's making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better. // -The one where Derek Hale is a Professional Werewolf Witch who owns a magic shop and Stiles fails at being smooth on a regular basis.

so fucking funny

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter M. 52k. Complete. Stiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him. // Well, this is awkward.

Funny and unique and gripping (and there's one part that's simply fucking heartbreaking, god every.time. I bawl like a baby). I love this so much. It's totally one of my return-again-and-again-comfort-fics (even though there's very little that's slow-paced and domestic about it).

When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22 E. 87k. Completed stories, unfinished series, but that doesn’t matter. “Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?” // Derek's head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air. // Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building's efforts to matchmake them.

OH, golly, I love this, it's so funny and fabulous and unique and THE HOUSE, GOD, I LOVE THE HOUSE, it really is all up in everybody's business. Don't worry about the chapters x/? Each chapter is its own complete storyline, so feel free to jump in any time, you'll never feel like you've been left hanging. I absolutely LOVE the irreverent (and yet, very well-conceived and detailed) urban fantasy vibe. And I love every character just the way I like to.

(Just read another fic with a sentient house (fifth story) and urban fantasy tones: Of Werewolves and Tentacles by Guede, which was a delight.

Untamed by rosepetals42 T. 28k. Complete. Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent. // The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen. // Not that he’s looking. Obviously. // OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him. // There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

Best. This is the best Hogwarts/Teen Wolf AU I've ever read, hands down. All the feels.

A Wild Heart's Desire by mikkimouse T. 13k. Complete. If there's one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it's that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent. // So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

Aw, feral!Derek is so sweet. And so is Stiles. And both of them are hella oblivious.

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole Wo rld Bound by augopher M. 91k. Complete. Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy. // The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He'd definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three." Everything clicked into place. // So...he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek. // With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations' was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained. // Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

Court of the Bitter King by The Feels Whale (miscellea) T. 7k. Incomplete series, but that’s okay. There’s a reason Stiles refuses point-blank to take off his shirt in public. That reason would be the massive number of …somewhat illegal tattoos he’s had done over the years. // It’s not that his dad doesn’t know about the tattoos, it’s more that his dad doesn’t like to think about them. It’s a mom thing or more precisely, it’s a ‘mom’s side of the family’ thing and Stiles’ maternal relatives make his dad very, very nervous.

Interesting. Dreamy and a little surreal. Third part is unfinished, but then, so are dreams, often.

The Time Travelling Werewolf's Confused Spirit Guide by The Feels Whale (miscellea) G. 5k. Complete.

Normally you don’t imagine yourself as living in the dystopian future that hapless time travelers accidentally stumble into. // Or: that one where Stiles learns the hard way that reality is not static, time is not a river, and sometimes the way things are is not the way they were supposed to be.

Sweet and weird. And it all worked out in the end, but I'd miss asshole Derek.

Her Blood on His Bones by secondstar E. 123k. Complete. Stiles may be cursed but that doesn’t mean he’s going to lay down and die. He’s going to fight. He won’t stop, he can’t stop. If he does, they win. [Daemons, Dark Materials universe.]

Aching for you by LittleRedEmissary T. 45k. Complete. When Stiles tries to cast a protection spell on Derek and accidentally casts a spell much stronger than either of them expected, the duo has to relearn everything that they've learned about protecting the pack, because the old methods won't do anymore. With the infamous Winchesters coming to town Derek hopes that the hunters will just drive through town, but the pack has never been good that laying low.

Love this. God, Dean's an asshole. But he gets better.

Writ in Hecate's ink on willing skin by Lenore M. 6k. Complete. "As you're always so fond of pointing out, you're the alpha. When bad shit happens to you, it affects all of us. If someone wants to use your alpha mojo or your wolf force or," Stiles waves his hand, "whatever you want to call it for diabolical purposes? We need to be ready."

Beacon Hills Mysteries by miss_aphelion T. 80k. Complete. Stiles appears alone at the doors of the emergency room the morning after the full moon, covered in blood with a deep slash torn across his left side. He's suffering from hypovolemic shock and barely conscious and he won't tell anyone what happened—not his hospital appointed psychiatrist, not his father. Not even his pack. // The list of suspects is disconcertedly short. There were only seven others in the woods with Stiles that night: Derek, Scott, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, Jackson and Allison. And none of them remember the night in quite the same way.

My note for the second story: Whoa, so intense and stressful and simply amazing. Really, this whole series is the bomb. (Even with no sex!) And super!magic!Stiles like whoa.

Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays E. 17k. Complete. Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

The one where Stiles' magic is expressed verbally, and he starts to think he magically is making Derek want him back.

No spell quite like your smile by charimiel T. 29k. Complete. "I’m Stiles by the way. I’d shake your hand, but the stuff on my hands isn’t actually ink and I don’t want to subject anyone else to that.” .... Derek’s really just exuding an aura of ‘what the fuck is wrong with this guy’. Stiles gets that a lot actually.OrThe one where Stiles owns a magic shop and Derek probably regrets coming back to Beacon Hills right about now.

Cute.

From Here On by Isa_Iadel M. 97k. Completed stories, incomplete series. Stiles Stilinski hasn't been Sheriff for very long and dealing with the aftermath of the attack against the Hales ends up being far more complicated than he ever could have imagined.

Crazy good story, incredible and original world building (really, SO original), and Stiles is magic! to the max and totally wonderful protector of the town and all the characters, OCs and those well-loved, are just amazing. (Derek is underdeveloped, which is a pity, but everyone else is so riveting that it's alright.) Can't wait for the next installment.

B.S.T.P.H.T. by dornfelder E. 27k. Complete. Before Derek has the presence of mind to object, Stiles pushes the paper in his hands and makes for his jeep. “Just read it, okay?” is the last thing he says before slamming the door shut. // He starts the engine, and drives away in record time with gravel scrunching under his tires while Derek stands there dumfounded. He accelerates unusually fast, and the jeep’s back lights disappear into the night.What. The. Fuck.

dream-walker by hoars E. 5k. Complete. This is not the behavior Stiles was expecting from a werewolf he’s been dream invading. To be honest, Stiles expected more blood, bruises and begging. He was not expecting creepy Derek to go to sleep next to him.

Vision without action is just a dream. by Mynuet T. 17k. Complete. Vision without action is merely a dream. Action without vision just passes the time. Vision with action can change the world. (Joel Barker) // Stiles has never known how to leave things well enough alone. If the root of their unhappiness is Derek losing the love of his life, then that's the problem Stiles is going to fix, no matter what it takes. He probably should have realized that things never go according to plan."

Perfect!

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku T. 20k. Complete. “This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.” // Or:When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it's a mating ritual for dorks in love.

So precious!

Shakespeare Was a Wolf by mommymuffin Unrated. (I’d rate it an M.) 40k. (Incomplete series, but that’s fine.) Derek gets turned into a wolf by a witch. Naturally, he expects Stiles to fix it.

“To say that Stiles flailed before he hit the ground in the most spectacular display of falling down the world has ever seen would be a gross understatement.”

Spark by rispacooper M. 10k. Complete. Derek had never actually seen Stiles in his full dragon form. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The first time Derek had properly met Stiles, spoken with him, he’d had a hard time not reacting to the heat of him, far too reminiscent of the lick of flames at Derek’s skin. Dragons exuded heat, Derek had known that, intellectually. They might look like cold-blooded reptiles but they were creatures of fire.

Derek did not have good memories of fire. Stiles couldn’t have been expected to remember that, but it hadn’t helped that he’d focused on Derek with those impossibly wide eyes of lustrous brown and then let out of a puff of marijuana-scented breath and announced he’d take Derek instead of a sandwich.

Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia E. 12k. Complete. Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He'd rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they're not doing it anymore, and it sucks. // Unfortunately, he doesn't have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek's melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn't know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn't know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.

Another kidfic: ending has a nice twist.

Of Bananas, Babies and Buzzkills by calrissian18 T. 25k. Complete. “Are you, um—What are you doing back?” He looks as uncomfortable as Stiles feels and that’s some small consolation.“You know, the usual. Witches, I’m the highlander now, magic bananas.”

Oh, god, the one where Stiles magics up Protozooey, and he's SOO CUTE.

I was a little disappointed in the ending (little rushed), but ALL the rest of it is so delicious it's ok.

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles E. 60k. Complete. Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.

Oh, the angst, the pining, the guilt, the blame, the anger. Total pain-fest while we watch Stiles nearly die from the burden of the pregnancy. Lovely sweet ending, of course.

A Heart is a Heavy Burden by lielabell T. 41k. Complete. In Which Stiles: is accosted by unhappy witches, becomes friends with fire demons, is rescued by darkly handsome wizards, discovers hidden inner depths, is introduced to princes, and finds true love. Though not necessarily in that order. // (Or the Howl’s Moving Castle AU fusion fic you never knew you wanted but are delighted to have.)

Hale's Moving Castle. (I need say no more.) -- not magic!Stiles, but wizard!Derek is just as good.

Haven't Forgotten My Way Home by tryslora E. 101k. Complete. Stiles walked away from Beacon Hills and never planned on coming home. Now he needs help, and there's nowhere else he can go other than back to his childhood home and the pack he left behind.

Great story: intricate, suspenseful and unique. It stands well on it's own, no need to read others in the series if you don't want to.

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? bymarguerite_26, mothlights E. 4k. Complete. Stiles doesn't hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad's calling out to him, "Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?" // Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch -- sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

Breathe Me by mommymuffin Unrated (I’d give it T or M) 127k. Complete.

Stiles tries desperately, but the air just won’t come to him. He can’t do it himself. He needs someone. Someone to help him.

And Scott left him.

Fabulous series. Starts as a kind of one-shot, just Stiles-Derek-panic attack, but then the author, lo, encounters plot, and what a plot it is. I love this one, it's fast, doesn't stint on violence, the whole second half is one stressful situation after another, and there is Cor, the amazing wolf made out of the blood spilled between Stiles and Derek, which is a concept I haven't encountered before.

I would rate it an T or an M... there's sex, but it's not described in any detail.

Last Call by grimm E. 6k. Complete. He doesn’t come to The Beacon to pick up people. It’s precisely the reason why he doesn’t go anywhere else. People in this neighborhood know him, know he’s not interested in being hit on, which allows him to have a drink in peace. Derek knows he’s good-looking, but the type of people it attracts disgust him. At least other werewolves can smell the unfriendliness on him and stay away, but that doesn’t stop everyone. He went to a gay bar with his coworker Isaac once and it was horrifying.

Dragon's Breath by trilliath E. 56k. Complete. Between the hunters and the monsters that have interfered with life in Beacon Hills, the pack has had to learn a lot in the last few years, including Stiles teaching himself to practice magic in private. It's not exactly a secret from the pack, but it's not something he's shown much. When it comes time to put his skills to the test, Derek is the only one who finally gets to see Stiles's wild magic put to use saving Erica's life from a new threat in town. // The aftermath changes something between them, and those tenuous lines tangling them together may mean the difference between life and death for them both.

Lovely, vivid and intense.

In Sanguinem Scriptum Est by secondstar E. 31k. Complete. In order to stop a new onslaught of nightmares from plaguing him, Stiles decides to become an emissary. No longer defenseless, he begins to realize that not everything is as it seems.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq T, 73k.

“Carry me,” Stiles says. // “No.” // “But I’m injured.” // “You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.” // “Please?” // “No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.” // "Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.” // “You’re disgusting.” // “Don’t play, you love me.” // I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

Oh, wow, this was so fun: such a fast read, it just never lagged for a moment. Not that it's action-packed, because it isn't, but just because the story is so interesting and kept moving right along. Lots of OCs in this (Paidrag, Teagan, Walsh) and they're fully realized and wonderful. Stiles is a human adopted into a wolf pack that's been slaughtered a year earlier, and Derek and his dad are in Beacon Hills to help him recover from an extended kidnapping from demons. Both of them are young (fifteen and later sixteen), so their interactions start out innocent. Stiles is his usual self: brash and loud and weirdly confident in himself. Derek is shy and quiet. They make a good pair. Scott is the big brother who is suddenly a guardian. I pretty much loved every part of this: especially how Stiles magic just got stronger and stronger.

The Walls Are Breathing In by secondstar E. 42k. Complete. Nothing could go wrong. It was just supposed to be a safe trip to the Nemeton. But this is Beacon Hills and things are rarely that simple. Welcome to the life of Stiles Stilinski. // Or, that time that Stiles accidentally became a sorcerer against his will.

good story, and I loved the art (great colors)

Out Of Milk... by 74days M. 88k. Complete. Derek Hale moved in with the Stilinskis after acting a hero, much to Stiles distress. However, things take a turn for the strange when his arrival coincides with some strange happenings in Stiles life - that will change the course of the pack forever.

Sooooo magic!Stiles. EXCELLENT story. The angst is strong in this one...

Salutations or Something by ravingrevolution E. 155k. Complete. He needed an actual hobby outside of work where he would interact with actual people who did not live with him or talk to him through the internet or his phone. // Like yoga? His stupid mind supplied in an annoyingly accurate imitation of Scott’s voice. // Stiles sighed. // Like yoga. // “Fuck.”

"He was pretty sure that before he started doing yoga his life had not been an action movie sub-plot, but apparently things had changed. He really would have preferred to have starred in a romantic comedy, but he didn’t often get what he wanted." (Spark Stiles)

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm E. 119k. Complete. There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. // There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller T. 29k. Complete. Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely."Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. // He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" // There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

This is awesome: It starts when Stiles is ten, and he finds himself drawn int the woods in time to pull the Hales from their burning house, and much magic is used on that day, and lo, Stiles is an extremely powerful mage. For all that he's very brave and snarky, he's also very laid-back, and so he rolls with the punches and allows himself to be adopted (more or less) into the Hale clan, even tho they're very, very weird. So for the next five years, he tags along, fights the good fight, discovering new powers along the way, grows a bond with Derek (who hates words, and hates feelings and hates combining the two even worse), keeps his oldest and bestest friend Scott (who is similarly chill about the whole thing), and just blossoms before your eyes. It's fabulous. (So is the whole series.)

Beltane by DevilDoll E. 8k. Complete. "Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

Taking Leave by coyotl M. 91k. Complete. Stiles leaves. It's not like he wanted to, ever, but he had to. Sure, there were choices, always. It's just that, sometimes, all the choices were bad ones.

fucking fantastic. stiles resembles a gaiman-esque saint or a god or something, on a dubiously moral killing spree for half the story. the writing is magical and gripping, and the story moves fast: gritty and bloody and unapologetic. unique and lovely.

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt E, 84k.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him. // He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good. // Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

I love this story so much, it’s such a fast and engaging ride. Plus, accidental baby acquisition, who doesn’t love that? The one where Scott's a cheating jerk so Stiles basically runs away to upstate New York and gets a job at Hale's Nursery Preschool with Laura, and after a few months finds a woman giving birth in an alley, takes her to the hospital, and comes home with her baby when she dies. Her werewolf baby (not that Stiles has any idea about that). So now Stiles is the proud single parent of baby Sam. He eventually moves in with Derek (because a hotel is no place for a newborn and Derek has an extra room). Things develop over the next few months, and then the Alpha Pack shows up and Peter starts acting suspiciously. Meanwhile, Stiles is getting magic lessons from Mee-Mee, who is a Demon Puller in addition to being the local supernatural pediatrician and druid.

They discover that a demon escaped the Alpha Pack and went to Beacon Hills -- along with Peter and the twins he kidnapped -- so Derek and Stiles have to pack up and follow it, right on the heels of his dad and Scott, who hired a private detective to find him. Beacon Hills is interesting, Stiles starts up a body shop selling (magical) creams and ointments and navigates the social waters of a town who seemed not to care that he was cheated on.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach E. 77k. Complete. "Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." // An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Love this one so much!

#Teen Wolf fic rec #Sterek fic rec #mage Stiles #magic Stiles #magical Stiles #fic recs #I spent WAAAYY too long on this #spark Stiles #spark stiles rec list #magic stiles rec list

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supernatural-jackles · 7 years ago

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Can I Kiss Where It Hurts?

Title: Can I Kiss Where It Hurts?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,541

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of Injuries, MoC!Dean, Vulnerable!Dean, Fluff, Smut.

Request by @feelmyroarrrr: Wooohoo an open request box!!! Dean x reader pls, they go on a hunt, just get a few scratches, deans super nurse tho and admits it's because he was worried she could get hurt worse, feelings blah, smut yay!! 😘😘

Prompt: “Can I kiss where it hurts?”

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this one!! Feedback would be greatly appreciated! :)

“Okay, we’re going in. Y/N, you head in and go left. Sam go right and I’ll go straight and we’ll meet in the middle once everything is cleared out. This place is crawling with demons,” Dean explained. His hands moving in each direction for extra effect. You nodded your head in agreement, pulling out the demon knife from the back of your pants.

“Got it,” you replied. Sam nodded his head, grabbing an angel blade from Dean’s duffle.

“Stay safe, sweetheart,” he said softly, “see you on the other side.”

“You two, Winchester’s. I don’t feel like burning one of y’alls bodies after this hunt,” you chuckled.

You took off down the left corridor of the abandoned asylum. The smell of dust and dead bodies hit your nose a hell of a lot faster than you expected it to. The hallway was dark and very closed off, making your heart race in the anticipation of being jumped or caught off. It was the same with every hunt, and after years of the family business, it never got any easier. Although it felt a little less nerve wracking when you knew the boys have your back.

“Winchester’s little pet,” a female voice called from behind you. “It’s going to be fun killing you!”

When you came to, you instantly realized that you were strapped tightly to what felt like a post. Your head sagged down and your heart was still racing. This could be it for you. This could be the end and you wouldn’t even get the chance to get out of the life and live the unrealistic apple pie life. You were never going to be able to tell Dean how you felt.

After knowing the Winchester’s for the last fifteen years, spending hours in the car together, sharing a bed with one of them then switching the next. You knew you were bound to fall for one of them. If you were to ask yourself, you thought it was going to be Sam. Sam Winchester, the sweet, compassionate, caring man that you instantly got along with. But you soon came to the realization that you and Sam were never going to be anything more than friends. It just didn’t hit off in that way. He became more like your brother.

But Dean on the other hand. Dean was this cocky, badass kind of guy that protected everyone he cared about. At the beginning, Dean would shoot you a wink and there was some flirty banter between the two of you. That all slowed down the second you joined them permanently. You knew it was something more when he patched you up after a rough ghoul hunt. He was sweet and gentle, very gentle. He made jokes and told you stories that would help take your mind off the pain. The way he looked at you, the way he made your heart flutter in your chest. No one had ever made you feel that way and it only escaladed from there. The close proximity when you shared a bed with him. The way his arm would brush against you before he pulled you into him like it was no big deal. You fell for the older Winchester, hard and fast and all at once. Even if that stupid apple pie life was a pipe dream, you knew you’d be incredibly happy if you spent the rest of your life next to him.

But all that could be over if you made one wrong move.

You weren’t ready to give up.

“Well well, little miss ‘thinks she’s a badass’ Winchester pet,” the blonde demon started.

“You Abbadon groupies really gotta get a hobbie. This is really getting old. I mean come on, Crowley is the king, Abbadon is dead. Get over it,” you told them.

“Don’t touch her!” A deep, gruff voice called out. You looked up and made eye contact with Dean, Sam following behind him. Both of them being held by demons. The three of you were screwed. “I swear to god, you lay a finger on her and I’ll rip your throat out.”

“Big talk from you Deano. Too bad you don’t scare me,” the blonde chuckled.

“Right. But just remember, bitch. I’m the one who killed your so called leader. You’re nothing but a bunch of lowlife black eyed son’s of bitches who ain’t got nothin’ better to do than to kidnap a couple of kids in order to make a statement,” Dean barked.

“And you still got caught,” she tisked.

Dean got out of the demon’s hold in an instant, punching him straight in the jaw. Sam doing the same. Both of them fought with so much ease. Dodging punch and kick before pulling out the angel blade. Two demons down and it was only a matter of time until they took out the rest.

You tried to wiggle free from the ropes that were tied tightly around you but no avail. They were too tight and the only result you got was some rope burn. Three more demons down, one more to go. The blonde bitch.

“Peace out, bitch,” Dean smirked before driving the angel blade through her chest. You could see just how happy Dean was to take her out, a little too happy thanks to the Mark of Cain. She wasn’t all that bright. She watched the rest of the demons die, not even trying to make a move on you.

“You okay?” Sam asked, coming up from behind you to cut you free from the ropes.

“Rope burn. Couple of scratched. My head hurts,” you told him. Your vision going blurry quicker than you could keep up with. Everything faded to black.

You came to once more. This time, a hand softly caressing your face. Your eyes fluttered open, only to find you were back in the bunker, in Dean’s room. Your head felt a little better than it did before. Your wrists were sore. You were happy to be home. You were happy to be safe with Dean.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly. “How you feeling?”

“Sore. I gotta clean my cuts. That asylum gave me the creeps. The last thing I need is tetanus.” Your voice was raspy from lack of use, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Lay down, I’ll clean you up,” he offered. Your eyes met his and your heart fluttered in your chest. He got up from the side of the bed and headed out to grab the first aid kit. You rolled up the sleeves of your flannel and took one look at the rope burns. They were sore to the touch, and red, definitely going to take a least a few weeks to heal. “I brought some whiskey, to help with the pain.”

“Thanks, Dean,” you breathed out.

“Just relax, okay? Where are you hurt?” he questioned. You remember when you and the blonde got in a fight before she knocked you out cold that she got you real good on your ribs, which is probably why you were so sore at the moment. You sat up and shrugged the flannel off your shoulders. Dean’s eyes were on you the entire time. You lifted up your shirt to reveal the wound. “Fuck, why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“I passed out remember!”

“God, Y/N!”

“It’s not even that bad, Dean. It doesn’t even hurt that much,” you assured him.

“That’s not the point. Sure this is nothing this time, but what about next time? Next time we might not be so lucky,” he argued.

“You can’t think like that Dean. That’s going to get you killed. You know I can handle my own and sometimes this happens. I’ll patch it up, okay.”

“No. Let me,” he said. His jaw was clenched. He opened up the first aid kit and grabbed the rubbing alcohol, pouring a small amount on a cotton ball before dabbing it on your skin. You winced at the stinging sensation it gave you and Dean instantly apologized, his expression softening instantly. “It’s not bad, sweetheart. A couple of bandaids should do the trick okay?”

“Kay,” you whispered.

“Now, I hope you don’t mind, all we’ve got is Scooby Doo ones. It’s all the grocery store had, other than princess ones and I wasn’t buying them,” he chuckled, lightning the mood. “You’ll be good as new after this.”

“You’re such a good nurse, Deano,” you giggled.

“Shut up.”

“In all seriousness, you are Dean. You’re gentle compared to Sam. God knows what you did before I came along to patch you up,” you smiled.

“I suffered,” he let out a laugh, his hand reaching back behind his head, rubbing the short hairs there. Something he did when he was nervous.

“Well thank you. I’m glad you’re here to patch me up,” you told him.

“Yeah, just try not to get anymore next hunt. Patching you up is my least favourite thing to do.”

“Awwe Dean, you worry too much.”

“Yeah I do,” he said seriously. “I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if that demon was smarter. We could have lost you today so you’re right. I do worry too much, but I can’t stand the thought of losin’ you.”

“I’m here, Dean. Nothing’s going to take me away from you and Sam. Not on my watch,” you started. You promised yourself that if you got out of the hunter alive that you’d tell Dean how you felt an right now felt like the perfect time to tell him. There was no Sam in the room. It was quiet and private. You could run away still if you needed to, which was a good chance. But you realized today that the life you live is too short to be playing around your feelings. And if you want to be happy, you need to take a chance. “Did you get hurt when you were fighting?”

“Not bad. Nothing that needs looked at,” he shrugged. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Where did they get you?” you questioned. “Just remember tetanus is a thing.” He scoffed and took a seat on the bed. He removed his flannel shirt, placing it flat on the empty space at the end of the bed. He then lifted up his shirt, just enough to reveal a cut on his hip. It wasn’t deep by any means, but it was at least five inches long.

You got off the bed and opened the first aid kit, grabbing the rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. He lay back on the bed, his legs dangling off as his forearm covered his eyes. He took a sharp intake of breath the second you touched the cotton ball to his open wound. You cleaned it thoroughly as he flinched slightly.

“I think you’re safe from tetanus,” you said softly. “But there is one more thing.”

“Y/N, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t need Scooby Doo bandaids. It’s just a scratch,” he muttered.

“Can I kiss where it hurts?” you said bluntly. There was no taking your words back now, even if you wanted to. Dean’s arm lifted from over his eyes, allowing him to look at you. His brows furrowed. “My mom always said it promotes healing or something along those lines.”

You grew nervous as hell. All of a sudden, it sounded so stupid. What were you thinking? Right, taking a chance. But all you did was make yourself sound like an idiot. You wanted to run out of the room with the amount of embarrassment you were feeling.

“You’re more hurt then I am, Y/N. I’m not sure it’s a good idea-”

“You’re right. ’s a stupid thing anyways,” you said, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“I was going to say, I’m not sure it’s a good idea if you were to because you’re more hurt. If anything, I should be the one kissing you where it hurts,” he muttered. There was your in.

“Like I said before Winchester,” you smirked, standing up straight, trying to muster up enough confidence to really go through with this. You placed your hands on his knees, “you worry too damn much.”

You leaned forward and brushed your lips against the wound on his hip and you felt him tense for a moment before he relaxed into the mattress. You pressed a couple of kisses along the cut, your eyes daring to meet with his.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” you asked, your voice low to hide the nervousness that was growing stronger and stronger in the pit of your stomach. He was drawn a blank and a silence fell over the two of you. The Mark of Cain came to your mind and that was a sensitive issue. He never let anyone touch it, let alone kiss it. This was your moment. You had one chance at this and you knew you’d kick yourself if you ever missed the opportunity.

He sat up on the bed, his eyes still locked on you. You took a seat next to him, making yourself comfortable on his memory foam mattress, laying down on your stomach. You took his right arm, linking your fingers with his as your lips hovered over the Mark. You could feel just how tense Dean was. You pressed your lips gingerly to the scar. You heard him let out a breath and felt him relax. His other hand made its way into you hair, gingerly brushing his fingers through the soft strands as you kissed along the angry red mark on his forearm.

“Y/N,” he sighed. You smiled at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. You kissed the mark once more before you slowly sat up, your eyes meeting his. You cupped his cheeks, feeling his stubble against the palm of your hands. His expression was soft, his breathing was calm, his eyes watching your every move. You leaned forward, pulling his head forward gently pressing a kiss to the small cut on his forehead. You loved this man more than you could ever describe. The look on his face in this very moment was enough to make you fall for him all over again.

“Anywhere else?” you whispered, almost inaudibly. Your eyes flicked up, meeting with his gorgeous forest green orbs. Your heart fluttering once more.

“Just one,” he mouthed, leaning forward. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours, hard and demanding. His hands snaking around your back, pulling you into him. You responded back seconds later. Your heart was racing a mile a minute, your world falling into place.

You leaned back, pulling him with you until your back hit the mattress. His kiss became softer; sweeter. His lips moved slowly with yours as he made himself comfortable between your legs. Your noses brushed together as you switched sides, your mouth opening in the process. Dean’s tongue slipped in, brushing gently against yours as his hand came up to your cheek. His fingers pushing the hair away from your face. You melted into the mattress. Your heart felt full. This is exactly where you wanted to be. You wanted this moment to happen for as long as you can remember. You wanted to feel his lips on your so bad and feel his hands on your body as something more. You wanted to hold him tight to you and never let go. This was your version of an apple pie life.

He pulled away, trying to catch his breath in the process. You kept your tight grip on him, afraid of him getting up and leaving you when he fit so perfectly where he was. He smiled down at you. His thumb stroke your cheek.

“You take my breath away, Dean Winchester,” you whispered, not daring to meet his eyes. His thumb stopped and his hand trailed down to your chin, lifting your gaze upwards. His smile was genuine, his tongue peeking past his white teeth. He tilted forward, your noses touching as your breath mingled with his. The anticipation alone made you all tingly inside.

“You make my heart race, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said almost inaudibly. His other hand took yours, pulling it between your two bodies. He placed it directly over his heart and you felt it. His heart was racing. Your eyes locked once more. You were going to say it. There was absolutely nothing stopping you from telling Dean how you felt.

“I- I love you,” you mumbled. “You don’t have to say it back. I’m not expecting you to even feel the same but I can’t keep hiding how I feel about you. Life’s too short, and I realized today that I’m not invincible and I’m not going to live until I’m sixty. I’ve accepted that but I can’t accept being scared of how I feel especially when I picture myself happy. You’re the one by my side when I picture that. I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect but this; this feels pretty damn close to perfect to me and if I can live the rest of my days like this then I’ll be just fine.”

Silence. Pure silence. God, you probably scared him off. Of course you scared him off. You told him you loved him for crying out loud. “Please say something,” you begged. “Anything.”

His heart was still going a mile a minute and it scared you to take your hand off of him, in case he was to pull away and leave you without so much as a word. You needed something, even if it was just an ‘okay’.

“I’m scared,” he whispered. Your eyes went wide at his confession. Never in your life have you heard those words escape past his lips. Dean put on a brave face and made sure you and Sam were good, never once caring about how he was doing. Every wall he put up, every brave face, every emotion he told himself he couldn’t feel just came crashing down. He was more vulnerable than ever.

“Of what?”

“Letting myself go there with you. Of letting myself have you like that; this, when the Mark is on my arm. I-I can’t hurt you,” he revealed.

“How did it feel when I kissed the Mark?” you questioned.

“Calm, in a different way,” he started. You took your hand off his chest and reached for his arm. Your fingers grazed over the Mark. “It feels like it should be wrong.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Dean. I’m not afraid of you hurting me and you want to know why?” you smiled. “Because you get worried about a few scratches and put Scooby Doo bandaids on me. Because despite the mark, you’re nothing but gentle towards me. But I’m scared of living a life without you. It’s okay to be scared, Dean. It’s okay to let yourself be vulnerable and feel love,” you told him. “I love you, Dean Winchester. I always have.”

He kissed you, swiftly and carefully, throwing his emotions into the kiss. All the words he couldn’t say were said in the way his lips pressed against yours.

“I want you,” he said. “I want all of you, okay? I could have lost you today and then you tell me...you tell me you love me and I need you.”

“I’m yours.”

“‘M yours too.”

“Mhh Dean,” you smiled. “If this is going further, we should probably close the door.”

“Right,’ he chuckled. He rolled off of you and stood up. Was this really going to happen? Were you really going to have Dean Winchester after years of daydreaming. Was this even real? You watched as he shut his door quietly. Your eyes locked on his every move. “You sure about this? About me?”

“Never been more sure about anything,” you stated.

He removed his shirt, throwing it over to the couch by the wall before climbing back on the bed. You smiled the second you saw his naked torso. His anti possession tattoo standing out on his chest. He was so damn attractive and he knew it too.

You sat up. Your hands instantly making their way to his belt buckle. It took you a split second to figure out how to undo it before you were unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down his thick, muscular bowlegs. You could see his half hard cock in his boxers. The seconds he was out of his jeans, he was on the bed. His fingers grasping the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Then he went for your bra, expertly removing it with care, not to hurt your wound.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he muttered. His lips were on yours once more, this time with the Dean Winchester confidence that you somehow expected. God, did this man know how to kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, yet demanding. Heat was pooling in your core and you desperately needed to feel him between your legs.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping them down your legs, taking your bright pink panties along the way. He took one good long look at you and you could see that he liked what he saw, which definitely made you less nervous.

“Your boxers need to go,” you giggled. You sat up and curled your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down, his cock sprang free from the confinements. He was long, and thick and so damn hard. You licked your lips in anticipation. You wanted him so bad. You needed to feel him inside you.

“Like what you see?” he said with a cocky grin playing on his lips.

“Shut up, Winchester,” you teased. “Come over here and fuck me.”

He kneeled down on the bed, spreading your legs further apart so he could fit perfectly between them and he did. His hands rested on each side of your shoulders, holding up his weight as he looked down at you.

“Condom?” he questioned.

“Birth control,” you whispered.

He dragged his fingers through your soaking folds before stroking his length a few times. The tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, teasing you with the anticipation of him filling you up like you desperately wanted him to.

He pushed into you slowly, his cock stretching your walls in the most perfect way. You let out a wanton moan, your hands clasping over your mouth the second you realized how loud you were. Sam was still in the bunker after all. Dean only smirked as the rest of his length pressed into you, his balls pressed against your ass as he filled you up completely. There was a slight stinging sensation, but nonetheless, he felt amazing inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” he breathed out, his eyes shut securely. “So fucking good.”

“Mmh, move please, Dean,” you gasped, “I need you to move.”

He pulled out almost completely before plunging back in, your walls clenching around him as he moved. You spread your legs wider apart, wrapping one around him as he moved inside you. Your hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him into you, your breasts pressed against his chest. You threw your head back as he thrusted in and out.

“Fuck Dean, So good,” you moaned into his ear. His lips latched onto your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin on your neck. Your fingers scratched the hair on the back of his neck, tugging lightly as pleasure coursed through you.

“God, I can feel you tightening around me,” he growled. “Fuck.”

His words only egged you on. You were growing closer and closer with every movement of his cock dragging along your walls. You pushed against him, rolling him over onto his back with his cock still inside you. His hands instantly gripped your hips, his eyes wracking over your body in front of him. To make it even worse, his tongue flicked over his bottom lip, wetting it before he pulled it between his teeth. You let out a moan and began to move on his length with a teasingly slow pace. You watched as his eyes closed and his neck arched back. His mouth opened slightly as his breathing picked up. The look on his face was downright sinful and it went straight to your core.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, almost inaudibly. His grip tightened on your hips, tight enough that there would be a bruise or two come tomorrow. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your fingers digging into his flesh as you bounced up and down his thick length.

“God, Dean, I’m close,” you trembled.

“Me too, baby.”

Dean wrapped his arms around you, inching you forward until your chest pressed against him. You kissed him hard and fast, running out of air quickly. He began to thrust up into you and you cried out. Fuck, did this man know just how to pleasure you. His cock slammed into your sweet spot every time he thrusted up at his fast pace. You ground down on him, trying to meet his thrusts but you couldn’t. It was still the perfect angle for your clit to rub against his pelvic bone.

“Oh my god, Dean. FUCK!” you quaked.

“That’s it, come for me sweetheart, come around me,” he strangled out.

Your fingers dug into his flesh, making crescent shaped moons on his skin. Your walls fluttered around him. Pleasure surged through your body as you cried out his name in his neck. You clung onto him, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm ripped through you. Dean fucked you through it, his pace never wavering until his own bliss took over. His hips bucked up into yours, his cum spilling deep inside you. He came with a strangled moan, as if he was holding back. God, was it the sexiest sound you had ever heard.

You lay there on top of him, your body limp from your orgasm and content with your surroundings. You could feel Dean’s heartbeat beneath you. His fingers traced over your skin in a calming motion. When you had finally calmed down, you pressed soft kisses along his neck and jaw, relishing in the closeness between the two of you. This is what you wanted after all.

He shifted underneath you, gripping you tightly as he rolled out over. He pulled his soft cock out of you and rested next to you. His hand rested on your hip and his eyes locked with yours.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “‘M perfect.”

“Sorry if I was a little rough-”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. That was perfect to me,” you assured him. “Although, I’m kinda worried that Sam heard that entire thing.”

“I don’t care. He’ll put two and two together the second he see’s us. He’s no idiot,” Dean chuckled. “I feel the same, okay? Don’t be worried that I don’t feel the same way. I’m just not sure I’m ready to.”

“And you don’t need to. Actions speak louder than words, Winchester,” you stated. “You make a pretty sexy nurse if I do say so myself.”

“Oh shut up!”

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trulyhumblenarcissist · 8 years ago

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When you read too much Tokyo Ghoul and Berserk

This is gonna be long… sorry! So yesterday I had this weird dream I want to share with you guys. It was very detailed, but also a little confusing. I have to point out that since from the start I was aware of some circumstances regarding the world setting, such as the existence of horrible monsters hunting for Human prays, but I also gave for granted they were secluded in a confinement area, separeted from the rest of the city by a huge electronic gate. For some reasons I also thought they were unable to consume people of my species even tho now I have no idea of what this meant (what species? I was human… Idk). At the beginning I am chilling with Caska in her heroine mode. Everything seems fine, except that the atmosphere is a little gloomy. We are happy, but the people in the background look at us with worried eyes. We are right next to the gate’s entrance and we are waiting for other people, I don’t really remember who. At a certain point we hear a bell and a voice tells us that it’s 7 pm , so I am like “cool, whatever…”, but then the gate cracks open and a bunch of disfigured creatures creeps out. We manage to hide behind a rock or something, but I’m still not very impressed about the whole situation because I’m convinced we are safe, the monsters won’t like our meat! Except that they DO like our meat… I suddenly see a group of them charging towards our position and I start doubting every information I have. First of all why the hell someone opened the gate? Why are these creatures so aggressive? They shouldn’t be interested in us… The voice from before tells us another piece of background:“You’ve been selected as sacrifices, please stay still”. So I’m like “fuck this! Everything was so nice!”, we are practically cornered, I’m scared and I don’t have any weapons, but Caska swings her sword like the pro she is. My friend tries her best to protect us both, but we’re easily outnumbered and apparently doomed. I close my eyes right before one of the creatures is getting me and when I blink again, I find myself in a building full of monsters, but with “gentler”, less scary features. I know Caska is still with me, but I can’t really see her, I just sense her presence (this actually occurs to me very often, I dream about someone I can’t see, but the presence is still clear in my mind). Then I’m approached by… Griffith! And Charlotte, his wife. They also have a daughter, I don’t like her from the start. Griffith is dreamlike as always (I’m not surprised) and he looks at me with infinite kindness… However the other monsters are clearly irritated by my presence, they don’t want me there, but I’m not scared too much. Griffith explains me different things about the world “inside the gate”. All these creatures are actually humans, or at least they WERE humans before something terribile happened. Lots of them hate the people “out of the gate” and are determined to live their lives without having to deal with the other society, unless if it’s dinner time. He also tells me I’ve been rescued by his comrades, a group of monsters fighting for changing the status quo. They want monsters and humans to live together, peacefully (sounds familiar right?), and they are conducting different missions to understand better both groups. I end up joining them and Griffith assigns me a sort of mentor to smoother my integration process. The mentor is a girl, a very hostile one at that. She has straight brown hair that ends on her shoulders and shark like teeth. She says she doesn’t like humans and her comrades probably dislike me too, for my body, my face, my manners. Monsters follow Griffith, belive in him, but their mental setting is hard to break, because humans ruined them and rejected their existence, so they can’t be completely human-friendly even if they try to… the resentment is too strong. I appreciate her direct approach, I’m glad she’s is my guide, her name is Anna. Anna gives me a mask with my face but… scrambled. I need to wear it if I don’t want to be recognized as human by the monsters’ community. Suddenly Uta appears among a group of people, he smiles and chats with elegance. I’m excited, I want to meet him! So I rush where he stands showing my mask. “This thing is fucking horrible, the realization is so messy I could vomit” he says with an horrified look. “I agree! So why don’t YOU make one for me? I’ve always wondered how it’d be wearing a mask designed by you!”. I’m so hopeful, but he laughs in my face and turns around (apparently I’m not worthy!). Discouraged, I return to my mentor and I catch her spying Griffith’s daughter behind a wall. The girl is clearly a bottle blond with daddy issues, but Anna is somehow entranced by her, I instantly understand she loves that little goose. I ask Anna about this and she brushes me off. I feel jealous. So our first mission begins, we have to gather information from the monsters’ side. Griffith goes ahead and we escort him, as a group of six-seven members. We walk through the center of monster city, a big conglomerate of houses and lives. I’m so scared, I feel hundreds of eyes staring at me. I have my mask, but I don’t think it’s enough to protect my identity. Anna is right next to me, she is a bit more open and kind now, probably because she knows I’m freaking out. At some point Griffith’s stupid daughter makes a mistake, something really careless that forces us to run away and split up. I fall because I’m clumsy even in my dreams and Anna comes back to help me, but a group of monster cops is faster. I’m petrified, I think they’ll certainly find out I’m a human and well… they do. For the second time I’m about to die, but Anna manages to save me, I don’t know how since my eyes are closed again (I’m a darn damsel in distress). We’re running for our lives, followed by monster cops and regular citizens. I cling to Anna’s shoulders, around her I feel safe, she’s incredible. We need to reach the gate before 7.30 because if it closes we’re fucked. We reach a zone full of traffic lights and moving barriers. Anna says we need to cross every barrier with a perfect timing in order to not be seen by the monsters. I step even more closer to her and my movements become so light and precise… It’s almost like we’re one person now, I want to be with her like this forever, but she’s suffering because of that little bi… little goose. Life is hard. So we run and stop, run and stop, following an intricate pattern of lines and flashes. Everything is so confused, but somehow we get to the gate right before its closure. On the other side we find a palace, it’s almost like we are using a secret passage. The palace is astonishing, full of baroque decorations, refined marbles, Crystal chandeliers and golden furniture. I hear Griffith’s voice… he’s speaking with an older woman, dressed like a queen. She’s disappointed, she wants Griffith to “end the games” soon because the monsters need to conquer their righteous place. She’s also worried that Griffith wants to kill his older brother to inherit the throne. I’m confused more than ever, but I don’t say a word. Griffith’s daughter appears throwing a tantrum because her father left her alone. Griffith scolds her like a little kid and I rejoice with all my heart. I want her to be humiliated in front of Anna, my mentor needs to understand her feelings are useless (better give em to me right??). At this point we are all sitting in the palace’s garden. Griffith is an angel kissed by the full moon, Anna is right beside me, I hold her hand, everything is perfect, until Caska appears again. I’m surprised and also scared. What if Caska starts to hate me because I’m collaborating with Griffith? Griffith is a demon, this concept breaks my mind completely. How did I forget something so important? But then Caska sits on Griffith’s lap. She looks disgusted and sad, but her words are full of bravery “I hate this piece of shit… I hate him with all my might, but he’s powerful. We need him to fight and win this war!”. I’m like “ok this makes sense”, but I suddenly realize that if we REALLY want to live we need someone with an incredible strength and fighting ability… I’m now screaming “Guuuuuts!!!” at top of my lungs, to call him back! But the lights are on, my face is paler than usual. Shit it’s already 8.am! I overslept again.

#berserk #tokyo ghoul #tg #tg:re #casca #caska #griffith #guts #uta #tokyo ghoul:re #dreaming #dreams #are fucked

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todokori-kun · 8 years ago

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(Ok, so I wrote out this super-long message but wifi died when I was submitting it. Tumblr told me I’d lost connection so I’m pretty sure it didn’t reach you.

If it somehow did, though…sorry for sending in another one OTL And sorry this keeps happening, my computer is being really weird ^^;;)

Tysm ;-; I’m glad I’m not annoying you or anything :D Queen Luna is honestly one of my favorite people to talk to as well, though. Thanks for being so amazing and supportive <3

Yep. Ishida’s Back.

I’m honestly not too sure how I feel about this pregnancy though. On one hand, since I never really cared too much about Touka I don’t think I’m going to have a hard time caring for this kid, even if they ARE also Kaneki’s child. I also think this wasn’t really necessary and I don’t want drama between Touken and other ghouls over the child- I want the plot to move forward and to get some questions answered…

However, it is really interesting how this parallels with other parents throughout TG’s story. Touken right now reflects the Yoshimura-Ukina-Eto dynamic, and I’m pretty sure the Touken child is meant to connect to Eto.

See, what I’m thinking about is that TG’s parents have a history of abandoning their children in favor of their ideals, even if they don’t always mean to do so. We have Mado, who was blinded by his black-and-white worldview and ended up dead, Arata, who sacrificed so much for his children that in the end he couldn’t even stay with them, Yoshimura, who left his daughter behind to create Anteiku (no matter if he meant well, it still affected Eto in a negative way and Yoshimura’s actions could be seen as partially selfish; he never considered how Eto would feel about this situation, after all), Kaneki’s mother, who was unable to choose between her child and her sister, and Kaneki himself could also count, having completely abandoned the Qs the moment Arima and Eto gave him the title of ‘One-eyed King’.

The only non-background-character who was actually a good parent is Shachi, I think.

So the question is: will Touken (Kaneki really, Touka seems to have made up her mind completely about this) be able to break this cycle? Will Kaneki choose his child like he wanted his mother to choose him over his aunt? Or will this child become motivation for him? (he’s never been the best candidate for the OEK after all, and he basically admitted to Amon and Seidou that he’s seriously depressed and just doesn’t care)

I’m also curious: pregnancies take a few months, y'know. I sincerely hope there won’t be a time skip. Or a miscarriage, because not only would that be too much for Kaneki and Touka, it would also be bad for the plot (why make Touka pregnant in the first place then?). Maybe the baby will be born in an epilogue or the last chapter. Maybe Kaneki and Touka will die, this kid will become the new OEK and Ishida will make a third TG series. Idk.

Wow, I didn’t intend to make such a long rant ^^;;

I think Thor’s new hairstyle looks cool (sorry Queen Luna) but yeah, it does also look a bit weird on him. Like, now I can’t look at him and think 'oh that’s the god of thunder’, I just think of Chris Hemsworth lol

That typo tho 'Nat and Clit’

Even after all that’s happened in canon, I still feel like Blackhawk have a deep bond and understand each other in a way the rest of the team can’t.

I feel like the fact that Sharon is Peggy’s niece alone makes it a 'NO’ ship XD the lack of development for both the relationship and Sharon as a character just added to that.

As for Loki…ah, well. If he wasn't such a jerk he wouldn’t be Loki.

Oh that sounds really cool :D And well, like I said above. It’s Loki. What can you do.

Haha, thanks ^^ I was obsessed with Bucky’s costume for a while after Winter Soldier. I literally had never heard of Captain America up until then so I didn’t even care about him (sorry Steve…do you still ship me with him? lol). I might actually have had a crush on Bucky at the time. Idk. I was nine(?).

I will drag you into Remember This Cold hell no matter what. It is my MISSION. I WILL make you have feels about Loki’s kitty (Steve got him a cat because he thought he might be lonely). I WILL make you sob over Loki’s redemption arc and his reaction when anyone dares to lay a finger on Steve (SPOILER: when he thinks Steve is dead he teams up with Bucky and absolutely destroys Hydra. When he and Steve are captured and tortured for information he threatens to cut open his own veins and summon a beast with the blood to destroy them all…he’s completely serious about that. One of the major things Steve has to help him with is how he gets desperate and suicidal whenever he thinks he might lose Steve).

Oh, so you won’t talk about Kanae, huh?

With my short existence, I can make a difference- I can be there for him, I can be his knight

Imagine this is Matsumae teaching Kanae about kagune usage and what it means to be a servant of the Tsukiyama family. For bonus angst, imagine that the slip-ups ('do it for her- that is to say, you do it for him’) are Matsumae talking about the late Mrs. Tsukiyama (HC that Matsumae was around when Shuu’s mom was alive, though I guess that’s unlikely considering her age…shush. Just ignore it for the angst.)

Kanae singing the 'I love you’ part from If I Could Tell Her as they fall off the building

Kanae singing 'But what you do when there’s this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide?’ when Shuu is ill

'I wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn’t there’ and 'There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. You never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel’ as they remember their memories with Shuu as a child.

'I love him, but every day I’m learning- all my life, I’ve only been pretending’ from On my Own when Eto is torturing Kanae

And then most of 'It’s Over, Isn’t It’ is from Kanae to Sasaki/Kaneki, of course, but then imagine that the chorus ('And she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone- it’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?’) is like a duet between Kanae and Shuu. Kanae’s pining over Shuu, of course, but Shuu’s POV is after Kanae’s death (referring to himself as 'you’).

Hope you liked this :)

But wait, if you knew all of Urie’s songs, that means you know Still Sane…does this mean you’re a Lorde fan? Because I thought Still Sane was one of her lesser-known songs. I’m obsessed with Lorde’s music, so…

And I’m also a fan of Fall out Boy and Marina and the Diamonds. It'd be cool if you listen to them as well :D

Seriously?! Because blue is my favorite color…wow!

I haven’t watched FMA but I know quite a bit about it (the Roy rain jokes are the best lol)…we actually talked on your FMA blog once ^^ And I’m excited to hear about any of Queen Luna’s OCs! I’m sure they’re all amazing :D (hahaha, I can relate about embarrassing old OCs. I can’t think of any right now but I know I have some). I’ll send you a little info about my OCs in a seperate submission, since this one seems to be getting a little long (though I can’t be sure) ^^;;

Oh, all four of those are lovely! I feel like the girl with the yellow hat (top row, left) has the most icon-ish look, if that makes sense? She also reminds of Queen Luna a little bit, idk why XD but that’s just my opinion, all four of those characters would make beautiful icons <3

Yep, your internet did die ^^;; This is the only thing I got from you... So no worries about spamming me ^^

Aww *hugs* I love talking to you a lot, a lot! So if you ever need anything, I’m here ^^ (I’d add gifs, but internet is slow).

The pregnancy is as out of place as that chapter (once again avoiding pervy words hahah). But... if Kaneki’s a ghoul (halfway) and Touka is a full ghoul, why does the baby need human food? I’m gonna assume Kaneki is the dad because I don’t want to think about the other options.

I, too, think that the ghoul eating human food/human eating ghoul food for the baby to survive is a parallel for Eto, but we all know how that ended, so idk how i feel about it. Maybe the baby will be a cute and healthy kid who’ll live a nice childhood? Hopefully? Pls let me hope.

Maybe Eto’ll adopt the baby since she knows the feeling of being abandoned and will give it a nice, happy childhood? HOPEFULLY???

Honestly, I don’t remember who Shachi is, so...

*gasp* you wound me... How could you like that hideousness that is the hair (or lack of it). Jk, you’re free to like what you want ^^ I mean, it’s not that bad I guess... I just liked the old version a bit more. A lot more.

So much for avoiding risqué words.

I think their bond is mostly platonic? I mean, if Clint wasn’t married and didn’t have tons of babies, I’d assume there was more, but this way, I’d like to think it’s more of a brother-sister relationship. Why am I getting Love, Rosie flashbacks ;-;

Don’t tell me Sharon’s another Jane, this time with even less character -.-

I guess I’ll just avoid Civil War as long as possible :))

AS FOR KANAE

That’s my feeling about everything.

Well, my music taste isn’t quite definable by ‘likes this artist’ or anything, because it’s mostly a ‘I’m browsing youtube and I like this song, so i’ll download it’ one. So Still Sane just happens to be there. As for Fallout Boy and Marina, I do have quite a lot of their songs there ^^ But, generally speaking, most of my songs that aren’t idol songs ?uncomfortable cough* tend to go in the rock direction. Sometimes remixes and sometimes songs no one ever heard about, like Texas by Magic Man or Change My Life from Ashes Remain. Also, Holy by Zolita, although I mostly like that song because it’s so different from most songs nowadays. It’s a bit weird, though.

I really, really want to see all your OCs, especially the TG one that suffers a lot :))

Oh god, here’s my most embarrassing one, the FMA one:

Kk, her name’s Arya, she’s an alchemist (of course) and depending on how I felt at the moment, she was either shipped with Roy or Ed. Most of the time, it was Roy, so the info I wrote down was based on that. Is the cliche ‘sarcastic, but actually a huge softie’ character with right about 0 character flaws, other than being stubborn (’But it also helps when she’s suspicious about the homonculi!’). Now, this isn’t so bad. But here’s the best part. She has a stepdad (bc no oc can have a normal, fully functioning family) that tried to ‘merge her with a wolf, giving her enhanced senses and strength and making her hair white + eyes purple’. I still cringe when I think about her. Literal nightmares.

Then we have a soul eater one, where the girl is both a meister and a weapon (which is, by the way, impossible by the laws of that universe, since the souls of the two types differ greatly) AND a witch to top it off.

Thankfully, I never went too far with the looks, the white hair + purple eyes was as far as I went, but I knew to change it to normal (or try to make an excuse *coughwolfcough* if the universe was one where the colours were mostly normal. And I never gave them DDD+ boobies.

As for the newer ones, I don’t have many, but from the fandoms we share, I have 1 for YoI and 1 for MCU (this one was created yesterday :P )

The YoI one’s name is Nara and she’s a skater from Detroit, therefore Yuuri and Phichit’s rinkmate. Honestly, she’s not that talented at skating, but she does try to make up for it by practicing a lot. However, she doesn’t magically get better and lands 1st place, she’s content doing her best and just participating in the competitions, since she has a secondary job.

The MCU one’s a bit more mary sueish, but that’s what makes it fun. Kya, her power is ‘manipulating’ animals (well, not manipulating, it’s more along the lines of ‘animals like her and listen to her) and in extreme cases (when she gets very emotional), human manipulation (technically, humans are animals). When she was small, she was experimented on, granting her the powers. However, the faculty was attacked, allowing her to escape. She tried to live a normal life and was actually succeeding, but then Loki attacked New York and lo and behold, she actually managed to do some hero work, so the avengers were like ‘we’re not recruiting you, but you could be useful in the future so we’ll keep an eye on you’. That’s as far as I got, but I do plan on expanding a bit. Also, probably predictable, but Loki is her love interest ^^;;;;;;

Alrighty, seems like that’ll be my icon ^^ I’ll probably change the general colour scheme of the blog, so don’t be surprised if everything’s different the next time you visit :P The name definitely stays the same, though.

As for the ‘she reminds you of me’, you couldn’t be more right ^^;;; In the whole Love Live series, she’s the most similar to me looks wise, but also personality wise. A quiet bookworm who’s fine staying in the library whole day hahah I always cry during her character arc, because I relate waaay too much ;-;

Also, completely random, but I’m listening to ‘Merry Go Round of Life’ from Howl’s Moving Castle as I write this and it would actually make a pretty nice waltz song...

#evans #submission

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scenarios-on-ice · 8 years ago

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

This ‘poem’ sucks but

Happy Birthday to you

(Note: there was originally like eight more cynical lines about how birthdays mean you’re that much closer to the end, but I scrapped it because when I try to use dark humor it usually just ends up kinda gruesome.

There’s probably something wrong with me and someday we’ll find out what that is, but today is not that day)

Congratulations! @(^-^)@ You were only sixteen but your mind was older- now you’re seventeen, but I’m sure the latter part of that quote still applies and the blog will blow us all away even more than before! Hope you have a wonderful, satisfying birthday despite how non-stop you are (don’t forget to take a break when you can) and one last time, congratulations!

(also depending on how the timezone difference between Croatia and Korea works, we’re only a day or two apart- my birthday is March 30th, which is tomorrow over here! :D so cool)

“Whatever you say ma'am, Furuta will pay for his behavior! I’ll use tumblr, I’ll write under a pseudonym(Evans)- you’ll see what I can do to him!

But at least since he’s dead, you can finally speak your mind?”

I know, I still like the idea of trans Mutsuki better but other than any hints dropped in canon, I just think it’s very unlikely that TG as a Japanese manga will add a 100%, conmpletely confirmed LGBTQ character. I believe Ishida himself is pretty open towards the LGBTQ community (Nico’s portrayal is a bit questionable but in an omake Yomo is shown thinking that anyone he dates could become Touka’s aunt OR uncle (though of course that could be a translation error), Shuu is a subversion of manga stereotypes regarding gay men and TG in general has a lot of interesting themes regarding sexuality and gender), but idk, the idea of a mainstream seinen manga like TG adding LGBTQ themes that go beyond heavy implication seems unlikely (though who knows, it could happen).

Mutsuki just makes me bitter. FIrst all the arguments about their gender and now I don’t even like them anymore (they used to be an adorable cinnamon roll but after recent chapters, while I still feel for them they’ve become a lot less sympathetic).

(Also this just makes me sound salty but I recently came across a very aggressive blog dedicated to reminding everybody that MUTSKI IS MALE AND YOU ARE ALL WRONG and reading through it just made me kinda mad and irritated all at once. Once a trans person made a post saying that despite being trans themself they didn’t think Mutsuki was, offering several manga moments as decent evidence and being quite polite, and the mod of this blog answered them with what basically boils down to 'lol no it’s possible to be transphobic even if you’re part of the LGBTQ community and you are clearly one of these people’.)

Don’t worry, cinnamon roll Hinami isn’t being forgotten! :) I’m really looking forward to her meeting Akira. I’ve always liked Hina but these recent chapters pushed her up on my ‘favorite characters’ list- she’s just way too sweet.

Reading the manga: wth Ishida you are officially my least favorite person like even Isayama is better than you

Reading Ishida’s translated tweets/the comments he makes in TG extras: why are you so nice

Yeah, I kinda hated Urie at first (I understood his goals and motivations but did he really have to be such a jerk? I honestly thought he was going to get somebody killed in the auction arc) but after the auction arc I started to like him better (I think the official moment I decided ‘I like Urie Kuki as a character’ was when Shirazu died) and I kinda freaked out when I realized what happened to him…

He would make a great Burr though. I think he’s way more willing to act than Burr and is not a ‘talk less, smile more’ kind of person (more like a ‘talk less and don’t smile at all’ type) but they’re still really similar. I could also see Urie singing Wait for It…with Kaneki as Hamilton. Not because Kaneki particularly fits Hamilton but because of how Burr is clearly somewhat jealous about Hamilton’s progress despite not approving of his methods in Wait For It (in an interview about the song I think LMM said something about it describing the feeling of watching your friends and acquaintances getting so far ahead in life and thinking 'Wait for it; someday I’ll get there too’).

Am I the only one who headcanons that despite acting super classy and not knowing much about rap/hip-hop before someone (maybe Hori?) gets him to listen to it, Tsukiyama actually turns out to be a really good rapper?

Speaking of Tsukiyama though, I want to see more of his interactions with Naki

Hmm, since Mado died after he was already an adult couldn’t Akira technically count? We know from omakes that Mado was a doting father and made her childhood as happy as possible, so while her life might not have been 100% perfect it was still really good in TG terms. Takizawa before he entered the academy also counts.

but even those two had so much tragedy happen to them as adults…

(also, have you started reading the manga again? :D)

ok, that sounds creepy. Not going to be watching that.

Thank you so much for the recommendations though! Not sure if I’ll get the time to watch those but I think I saw some Magi volumes in a bookstore here so maybe I’ll check that out when I have the time!

And yeah, if you have any good animes/mangas to recommend, please do! And genre doesn’t matter- though I usually prefer dark, psychological stories I’m willing to make exceptions when the series in question is really good (that’s what I did with YoI after all :) the only genres I’m really reluctant to read are horror and high school romances).

I’m glad you liked them! And nope, don’t mind at all :D fangirling

I am back! Again, happy birthday ^^ I hope the day went well for you :) How old are you now, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m guessing it’s either 14 or 15.

And thank you very much for the poem, it’s very cute! I wouldn’t have minded the extra verses. They might’ve ruined the mood a bit, tho ^^;; The theme sounds like something baroque poems would write about... Don’t mind me, I just had an exam dealing with baroque, so I’m probably prone to making bad references to it.

I will never manage to reach your level of puns... I’ll just say that I’m very satisfied with the amount of them.

“Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he won’t come back. He died so another villain can take his place.

No matter how much I support trans Mu, I’d be very, very surprised if it actually become canon. I mean, as you’ve said, Japan and lgbt don’t quite go together that well... I guess we’ll just have to see... And nope, I still haven’t started to read the manga again. No time ^^;;

I’ve started to dislike Mu after the chapter in which his past was revealed. I just don’t have the will to stomach stories like that, honestly... Good horror/psychology manga/anime might interest me once in a while, but there’s a border I don’t like crossing. TG is waaay over it (which is probably a part of the reason why I dropped it, after all)

Gaah, it’s people like that that make dislike the lgbts... Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against people in that community and I won’t discriminate (though stuff like fictionkin and made-up pronouns do make me roll my eyes), but it’s these people that give people the wrong image about the whole community. Unfortunately, I’ve had quite a few encounters with those... aggressive people. I could go on and on about the things I saw as a part of this site, mostly concerning those ridiculous people who are probably in it because they think it’s ‘cool’ or ‘trendy’ to be bi or genderfluid. I get waaay too worked up over this theme, don’t I?

Oh, I’m so happy about her not being forgotten! She is a precious cinnamon roll and doesn’t deserve the life she has, she deserves so much better.

Boy, that sounds fun. Well, Ive had experience with the ‘reading manga’ part, but I don’t particularly follow tweets ^^;; I hope things work out in the manga!

Idk, I mean, I disliked him at first, but I got to like him very quickly. I just seem to like silent types like him (I say that, and yet I also like Phichit, Viktor, Haise and so on, who are nothing like him.... WHOOPS).

Signs that I’m slowly forgetting TG: *reading the message* ‘who... are these characters?’ I mean, I know the most important ones, like Haise, Urie, Akira and so on, but the other ones... This makes me very sad ;-;

Yeah, I guess that would make Kaneki a good Hamilton. STILL DON’T WANT BURR (COOKIE) TO KILL HIM, BECAUSE KANEKI IS A CINNAMON ROLL WHO DOESN’T DESERVE TO DIE! The dynamics between Kaneki and Urie don’t make a good Ham-Burr, but their positions in their job, so I guess they really are the best pair for Hamilton. Why did Ham have to die ;-; That makes casting so much harder for me.

Oh yeah, Tsukiyama would be an amazing rappers, I don’t doubt it at all. In fact, I’m sure that he’d be able to do Guns and Ships perfectly.

Fun fact: You made a typo saying ‘Mado died after SHE became an adult’ (I changed it) and you gave me the biggest heart attack. Pls, my phone wasn’t used to the speed with which I typed ‘TOKYO GHOUL WIKI AKIRA MADO’ to check if what you said is true. Yeah, Akira could count, I guess. That makes a total of ONE character... Not much, eh?

I don’t know if I count Takizawa... I think that the way his life is now, it very much makes up the lack of angst in his childhood.

Oh yeah, one last concern about The World Is Still Beautiful!

WHY IS THERE A CHARACTER NAMED LUNA WHO ACTS LIKE AN INSUFFERABLE BRAT DURING HER WHOLE SCREEN TIME, I DEMAND JUSTICE!

I’m done.

One last recommendation:

LOVE LIVE AKA CUTE IDOLS. I invite you to join me in the pits of idol hell :) It(s not a romance, don’t worry. Also, there’s a mobile rhythm tapping game if you’re interested :))

Ooh, I’d be so happy if you’d start reading Magi! During the later volumes, it gets reeally psychological, so I think you might like it! I’d say something, but spoilers!

Well, I’ll go add the text to the post, then ^^

#evans #tokyo ghoul anon #submission

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riderofpern · 8 years ago

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Iron and Steel, Chapter 1

A fanfic for Fallout 4 featuring Maxson and f!Sole. Picks up 4 months after Sole has opted to work with the Brotherhood of Steel and taken down The Institute.

Sole has returned to the Prydwen and during a sleepless night, has a curiously personal moment with Elder Maxson.

It had been 4 months. 4 months since the Institute fell. No, not fell, burned. 4 months since she had convinced Elder Maxson to spare Danse’s life. 4 months since her hopes for returning to the task of motherhood had been dashed. Since then, she’d wandered, meeting new allies, slaying enemies, and helping the settlers of the Commonwealth build a better life.

And now Sole found herself here, back on the Prydwen. She couldn’t help being drawn back here, they had the neatest toys. Toys that she could use to aid her friends and allies below. And the best historical records she’d found anywhere so far. She had so much to catch up on.

Sole laid in the bed in her quarters. Danse’s former quarters and former bed, she remembered. She tried to sleep, but found herself staring at the bare, utilitarian ceiling in the ambient light. Her mind kept racing over everything that had happened since she’d stepped out of that vault. Even after all this time, she was still struggling to understand and accept all the changes in the world. She’d come to see her life as split into two. A dichotomy. She came to understand and accept that who she was before was dead. That’s how she had to view it. The person from before the war, before the bombs, even from before Shawn was taken, was detached from her present self. She could look on her life before as a movie to watch and play. Sometimes those memories came unbidden. But they came less often, and had started to fade. She began to view them as a past life, and not really a part of her current life. Her mind was now trying to process the distance between the two. Trying to understand where the overlaps still existed. Trying to reconcile the past to the present.

With a sigh, Sole sat up in the bed. ‘This is useless’ She thought. ‘I’m going to drive myself crazy’. She listened to the sounds of the slumbering giant around her. The Prydwen was in night mode. Lights dimmed, generators humming quietly, and a few knocks and bangs here and there. Gone were the sound of footfalls and voices of the bustling vessel’s usual daytime din. It’s passengers slumbered peacefully now, or quietly went about their work. But above the ambient noise of the Prydwen, she heard a rumble. Even though she’d spent less than a year in this new world, her ears had become quickly accustomed to the sounds of danger around her. This was not one of those sounds. This was the sound of thunder. A radstorm.

Rising from her cot, Sole threw on some clothes and a pair of boots. After a moments hesitation, she strapped her favorite Laser Pistol to her thigh. She clanked open her quarters door and made for the ladder a few paces in front of her. She climbed the ladder and made her way to the observation deck. She paused before entering the room. Usually this was Elder Maxson’s domain. And just as you wouldn’t just go strolling into a bear den without making sure it’s all clear, likewise with Elder Maxson’s domain. The only light in the room was the gloomy glow of the Prydwen’s running lights, and intermittent flashes of green tinted light coming from the radstorm. She slowed her breathing to listen for any telltale signs of occupancy. Hearing none, she strode forward, heading straight to the railing against the windows at the far side of the room.

Sole put her hands on the rail and looked out at the storm. So similar, but so different from the time before. And then, unbidden, a memory flashed through her. So visceral and real she could feel it, smell it, and taste it. She and Nate, a stormy afternoon, a bottle of wine, warm hands, soft lips and nipping teeth, giggles and sighs. She shook her head and brought one hand up and scrubbed it over her face, dislodging the painful memory. She sighed, and leaned over with her elbows on the railing and stared morosely at the destructive beauty of the radstorm.

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Arthur Maxson coveted his solitude. He didn’t get it often, and there were only so many places he could hide on this floating monstrosity. He had discovered early on that the dark observation deck at night was his best chance for some peace and quiet. He wouldn’t be found so easily by any over eager squire or scribe, but would be able to hear their voices and footsteps if they were looking for him. After all, his job wasn’t one he could really take a break from. If he was needed, he’d know, and he’d be there.

He took a sip of whiskey, enjoying the light burning on his lips. He held the liquid on his tongue, tasting the spicy amber of it before swallowing it down and felt the burn fading as it rolled down his throat. He paused and tilted his head to better hear the footsteps on the ladder. He held himself still as he heard them approach the observation deck and pause. Sitting to the side of the room, he couldn’t see who it was, but then, neither could they see him. That was soon resolved as the person moved forward into the room. Even in the dark he could tell it was his new Sentinel. She deliberately stepped to the far end of the room without first scanning it. She had not seen him sitting there. Good. It gave him the advantage of observing her.

She had appeared on the Prydwen yesterday and provided him with a debrief of her activities over the past 4 months. While she had done things differently than he would have liked, she got them done quickly and efficiently. She had a dozen settlements up and running. She led a citizen’s response team called The Minutemen to help those settlements prosper. She’d cleared out ghouls, muties, and synths. Tho he wasn’t too pleased with her choice to ally with a few of these deplorables, given the amount of good work she’d accomplished he could overlook that. For now. He couldn’t deny her strength, resiliency, and leadership skills made her formidably competent. He had yet to see another person who gave him this much hope for the future of the Commonwealth.

He watched as she scrubbed at her face with her hand, gave a deep sigh and leaned forward, elbows on the rail. ‘Hard time sleeping Sentinel?’ he rumbled softly in her direction. In the dark, he allowed himself a smug half smile as he watched her straighten with a start and whirl to face his direction. To her credit, he saw her hand stretch to her holstered weapon before realizing she wasn’t in danger. Good, she had the defensive reflexes of a good warrior. Although her situational awareness was lacking. An exemplary warrior would have known he was there the moment they stepped foot in the room.

He watched as she registered who had spoken. “My apologies Elder. I didn’t realize you were here.” she said as she pushed away from the railing and made to move towards the door.

“No need to rush out on my account Sentinel.” he replied, rising from his seat. She paused as he poured whiskey into another glass from the table near the couch. Turning and walking towards her, he offered her the glass. “Tends to help you sleep a bit easier” he said.

Sole accepted the glass with a nod, “Thank you Elder. Turns out 200 years of forced cryogenic hibernation messes with a person’s metabolism and sleep patterns. It seems my brain has decided it doesn’t want to sleep a whole lot lately”.

“That’s understandable, Sentinel. How are you adapting to the changes?” he asked her as he mimicked her earlier pose, leaning his elbows on the rail and gazing out at the radstorm, glass of whiskey in hand.

She briefly hesitated, took a drink from her glass and then followed suit. She paused for a moment before answering. She had nothing to lose by being honest, and she respected and trusted the Elder. “it’s...odd. The big things I get and have adapted to. Things like no infrastructure for electricity and water, no cars, no grocery stores and shopping malls or movie theaters. But it’s the little things that keep popping up and reminding me that it’ll take more than 10 months to truly accept all this. Little things that I realize now I took for granted. This storm, for example. it’s so similar to a thunderstorm from before. The concept is the same, but there are subtle differences. The thunderstorms I remember were all blues and grays and sometimes purples, not this green and yellow. You could be out in the storm without worrying about how sick you were going to get from radiation. Storms had so many different moods. They could be gentle and warm, like a comfortable blanket. Or they could be hard and loud. If it was gentle and warm, I’d often go outside barefoot to feel the rain on my skin and splash in puddles.” She smiled. “Even as an adult I still did it. It was one of those things that made you happy to be alive.”

Maxson watched Sole out of the corner of his eye as she spoke. He saw her wistfulness and her sadness as she stared out the window. He could tell she was struggling. This wouldn’t do. He needed his Sentinel to be in top shape and on point. Maybe talking about it would help her get it out of her system easier. ‘You know’, he said as she quieted, ‘I don’t think we realized that your value lies outside of the field as well. You have a wealth of Pre-War knowledge we have yet to take advantage of. Starting tomorrow you will work with Proctor Quinlan on his research. Review some of the work he’s done and fill in gaps where you can. We may be able to increase the pace of our progress with your knowledge.”

Sole pursed her lips and said “I hadn’t thought of that, Elder. I’ll talk to Quinlan in the morning. Will I still be able to go into the field? I would like to keep working with the Minutemen and the Settlements.”

Maxson straightened and said ‘Of course. I promoted you to Sentinel because I trust your judgement. I am sure you will balance your duties appropriately to ensure you are meeting all expectations.” He turned to leave the room, remembering the briefings on his desk that needed his attention. “Good night Sentinel” he tossed over his shoulder as he left the room.

Sole stayed where she was, thinking over this new task and sipping on the whiskey. She was anxious. This could bring up a lot of painful memories for her. But then again, it’d be an outlet to resolve this duality within her. Maybe, like a wound, getting the infection out would help it heal. it was worth a try.

Sole mused on her interaction with the Elder. It was certainly curious. She knew him to be hard, demanding, and powerful. She didn’t agree with all his views, but she respected the hell out of him for his strength and leadership. She wasn’t afraid of him, as it seemed most everyone else in the Brotherhood was. After all, she’d faced a lot worse than talking with such a domineering man. And, she IS more than 200 years older than him. Their interactions until now had been professional and respectful. But this seemed a bit more personal somehow.

She was giving herself a headache with all this thinking and decided he must have had enough whiskey to make him a bit more relaxed. There was nothing more to it than that, and she fully expected their next interaction to be status quo.

Sole glanced at her empty glass and stood. Well, the Elder got that one right, she was now feeling the pull of sleep. She walked out of the room, setting her glass down as she left and reached for the ladder rungs. She was half asleep as she reached the door to her quarters and fully asleep before her head hit the pillow. Her dreams were full of gentle rain, green grass, deep thundery rumbles, and strangely, a certain pair of intense blue eyes.

In his own quarters, Maxson finished reviewing his briefs and scrubbed a hand over his face. He downed his last sip of whiskey and stood. He moved toward the bed, removing his coat and flight suit as he went and lay down. In the brief time between awake and asleep, a vision of a wistful face with a sad smile drifted into his thoughts.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #elder maxson #female sole survivor #arthur maxson #maxson x sole #maxson x f!sole #f!sole x maxson #f!sole #fo4 #fallout 4 fanfic #maxson fanfic #sole x maxson #fanfiction #fanfic #brotherhood of steel

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swlbarnes · 8 years ago

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On The Run - Kobra Kid x Reader

Okay so I’m pretty huge trash for the True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys comics by Gerard Way, and even tho the Fab Four aren’t even in the comics I still love Kobra Kid with my entire heart and soul so here’s this old imagine that I actually wrote around two years ago and just found so again, I apologize for the crappy writing in here lmao

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"Hey Party! Party, I'm heading on a supply run, Jet and Ghoul said they'd keep watch on the diner. Want to come with?" Kobra Kid called to his brother, jogging over to the boy sitting cross-legged against the old soda machine in front of the diner. Party's bright red hair hung in strands around his focused face, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he focused on his latest sketch.

At the mention of his name, Party Poison's head snapped up and he smiled, nodding. He stood up and closed his sketchbook, dusting the desert sand off of his old worn out jeans and famous blue jacket. The brothers made their way to the infamous Killjoy car, a stolen BL/ind car that they had hijacked and made their own. Party had even painted their symbol, a spider, on the hood. Fun Ghoul had formed an emotional attachment to the car so he was standing by the hood with his arms crossed. He was jingling the keys in his hand as he waited for his friends to approach.

"You know the deal. Don't wreck her. Don't let a drac zap her. And don't you dare get ghosted and leave her out there all alone." Ghoul reminded, handing the keys to Kobra, who rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, man. You tell me that every time and you know I'd never let anything happen to your precious car." The younger of the brothers muttered, brushing back his blonde hair and taking his seat at the wheel. Party chuckled and climbed into the passenger's seat. Seat belts had become a thing of the past, but even if the car had started out with seat belts, the Killjoys would have cut them off. They were useless nowadays. When you see another Trans Am on the road, it was usually full of dracs. There wasn't much need for sitting down when you were being trailed by a car full of angry draculoids.

Kobra shifted so he could take his ray gun from its holster and place it in the center console. His hand rested on the gear shift as he drove with one hand, pulling away from the diner and making his way down the nonexistent road they had devised until they hit Route Guano. Kobra and Party both visibly tensed as the tires hit the old cracked road, their senses on overdrive in fear of a sneak attack. Party's hand instinctively rested on his yellow ray gun.

It was now that Kobra decided to strike a conversation to relieve some of the tension in the air. "Do you know how many carbons we have to spend? We should probably know before we get there and we bust our wallets trying to pay for all the things we find." He wasn't wrong. The runners were infamous for raiding Battery City of some pretty prestigious things, stuff the Killjoys would gladly die for. And they probably would if they had no carbons left for food or batteries.

"We've got a good amount. More than last run. Got Ghoul to fix up those trans ams we found down by the old bar. He got them working and Dr. D paid him good money for it. We should be able to shop around a little." Party replied with a smile. When they were younger, before Better Living Industries took over, before the Great Fires of 2012, before the Helium Wars, Party would've laughed at the idea of taking all of his friend's hard earned money and splurging with it. Nowadays, no one had their own money. Your gang of Killjoys would share their earnings. They would share everything, because that's how the world worked now.

They made small talk the rest of the way, and they were soon parked in front of the worn down shop on the inner portion of Zone Three. There were a few zone hoppers scattered about, just stopping in for a quick rest or to restock on Power Pup. They all stared in shock at Kobra and Party. One half of the Fabulous Four, here? In their presence? It was madness, it was unthinkable.

You, on the other hand, had much more important things to think about. "Listen, Motor, you know me. We're like pals. I just need like two cans of Power Pup for the week. Literally any flavor. I'll take the crappy tuna spinach whatever that everyone hates. I just need some food."

Motor Rush, the owner of the shop, sighed and brushed his hair back. He shook his head. "I'm sorry Bullet, but I can't do that. I can't just give away my products like that. It doesn't matter if I know you or not, smugglers are bringing back less and less these days. Security's getting tight in the city."

"Rush, c'mon! You aren't giving it away, you're giving me the nourishment I need to survive so I can pay you the extra carbons later," You looked at him hopefully, but his expression didn't waver. You scoffed and straightened up. "Alright, if you hear I'm dusted, it's on you buddy." Motor chuckled as you turned to walk away, but you were met with a red leather jacket and immediately jumped back in fright.

"Oh jeez, so sorry! I didn't scare you too much, did I?" A familiar voice asked worriedly. You gasped as you recognized the jacket, your face turning a deep red as you looked up into the face of a concerned Kobra Kid. You pulled your jacket tighter around you and averted your eyes quickly.

"N-no, no I'm uh, I'll be alright. I'm okay. Yeah." You mentally facepalmed at your sorry excuse of a response. Luckily, Kobra took pity on you and laughed lightly.

"Did I hear some yelling in here earlier?" He asked, eyes shifting between Motor Rush and yourself. You looked at Motor before turning back to Kobra.

"It's really nothing, it's not a big deal. I should probably get going." You finally stuttered out, your cheeks burning with a dark blush again. You turned and grabbed the two cans of Power Pup you had placed on the counter and went to put them back on their place in the shelf. Kobra's eyebrows furrowed at your action.

"Are you not getting those?"

You shook your head and gave him a small smile. "Not enough carbons. I'll figure something out, no worries." Your words didn't seem to reassure him, as his eyes seemed to burn with anger. He turned to look at Motor Rush, who turned his gaze to the ground. For once, the witty shop owner was without words. He opened and closed his mouth in an attempt at a reply, but no words left his mouth.

"Alright, Motor, is it?" Kobra began, his voice dangerously assertive.

"Y-yes, yes sir. Motor Rush. Motor Rush is my name."

"Alright Motor Rush, do you know what Killjoys stand for?" The tall blonde tapped his boot impatiently. You had heard of Kobra Kid's infamous short temper, and you were just glad that it was being put to use in your favor.

Motor Rush nodded slowly before stuttering out his reply. "Killjoys stand for rebellion against Better Living Industries and taking down their accomplices to return peace and freedom to the city."

"And?"

"Kobra Kid, sir, I'm not sure what more there is to add..." Motor's voice was quivering, and you would feel sympathy for him if it wasn't for the empty sensation in your stomach.

Kobra rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Family. We stand for family. And family takes care of each other. So what she's short a couple of carbons? Would you rather her die of starvation or be gunned down by some dracs because she couldn't protect herself, or have her owe you a few carbons next time she swings by?" He sounded an awful lot like a disappointed parent now, and he was even imitating the cross-armed, hip-jutting, foot-tapping stance of one.

You watched in shock as Motor took two cans of Power Pup out from behind the counter and handed them to you. You smiled and handed him your remaining carbons. You turned and thanked Kobra for coming to your rescue, and he offered you a smile in return. What you didn't see was the five carbons he slipped onto the counter. The five you didn't have.

"Wait!" A voice called from behind you as you walked out of the shop. You whirled around on the heel of your boots to meet Kobra once more. He grinned at you and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm Kobra Kid, but call me Kobra." His hand extended towards you, and you took it and shook it.

For probably the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes, you smiled. "I'm Bullet Stalker, but call me Bullet. Calling me stalker would sound a little creepy, to be completely honest." Kobra chuckled at your comment and nodded.

"I can imagine it would be. It's nice to meet you, Bullet." You replied that the pleasure was yours, that the "Fabulous Four" were a huge inspiration for yourself, not to mention the growing number of Killjoys dotting the desert zones. "Yeah, we were trying for the whole 'let's-start-a-mass-rebellion-and-shoot-some-people' vibe, good to know we made it." Kobra flashed you a devilish grin as he spoke, which made you laugh.

The sun was setting and the cold night air was setting in. You tugged your jacket closer to your body. A simple gesture, but it didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you. He gave you a look of concern before wondering aloud what was taking Party so long.

Kobra knew fully well that Party Poison would gladly stay in that shop all night and all day until he was dragged away by either a fellow killjoy or a gang of draculoids. He simply wanted to talk to you more. Your bright clothing and your outlandish style fit the Killjoy normality perfectly, but somehow you made it all your own. He usually felt as if every outfit he sees is based in some way on the infamous clothing worn by himself and his friends, but yours was nothing like that. And not only your clothing, but your smile. Your smile was contagious. Kobra was known for his short temper and quipping nature, but even with his limited time around you he felt happier. You were uplifting and comedic amid the darkness of the situation. He liked that. So the next question he asked you was easy and free.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

You forced a small laugh at this, shaking your head. "Raided by dracs six nights ago. I've been hanging out at Hyper-Thrust way too often since then. That's how I get my pay, even if it's not much. But hey, we've all dreamed of working at a nightclub before, right?" You joked lightly. You had lost everything in the raid, but you hated dwelling on things. You had to live in the moment or you'd be dusted for sure.

"I guess we have, but maybe not in that situation. I could see the intense nightlife vibe getting to be a bit much when you just want some peace and quiet. Why don't you come with us? We've got some room back at our place and the guys would love to have you." You could sense Kobra's hesitation to ask, afraid you would refuse his offer. Instead, you smiled and nodded.

"That would be great. Thank you, Kobra. For everything."

#true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fabulous four #killjoys #gerard way #mikey way #kobra kid #kobra kid x reader #imagine #party poison #fun ghoul #jet star #worrying means queue suffer twice

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scenarios-on-ice · 8 years ago

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Y'ALL KNOW ME

(We are outgunned)

WHAT!!!

(outmanned)

YOU HEAR IT?!

(Outnumbered, outplanned-)

DISTILLED SPIRITS!!!

(The greatest man woman in all of the land of tumblr)

PLEASE RISE FOR YOU QUEEN

LUNA

(…what? Ok, don’t worry about the cinnamon roll who did absolutely nothing wrong, somebody on the wiki clearly made a mistake. TG traumatized me with many things these past few weeks but Kaneki disappearing/recieving a ‘fatal’ injury isn’t one of them. He has plot armor, remember? Worry about Urie instead.

Like in the latest chapter we literally saw him talking with Amon and he was totally fine

I almost screamed when I saw that page

I’ve been waiting so long for them to meet again)

I’ll try to find My Shot again and I’ll let you know when I do! I don’t have much time on my hands at the moment…

Oooh, Armin-Eliza and Mikasa-Angelica do work really well! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that ^^;; Armin and Eliza both have that ‘looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll but could still kill you’ thing going on lol

(I’m personally a fan of Eremika; I couldn’t see Eren ending up with anyone else in canon, though I do like to ship him with Annie…I’d also like the idea of him with Historia if Yumikuri wasn’t one of my OTPs.)

You’re right, Erwin does behave more like Hamilton in general (a more mature version of musical Hamilton or just historical Hamilton), Eren’s not an idiot but he’s still nowhere near Ham in terms of intelligence. I do think Eren fits with Hamilton better in some ways than Erwin though- like his temper, hardworking nature, determination and that bad habit of never knowing when to shut up.

I can just see Eren’s horrified face if someone ever told him to talk less and smile more.

I wanted Levi to be the Burr to Eren’s Hamilton but thinking it over, I realize that while it doe fit I can’t see Levi shouting ‘we’re reliable with the L A D I E S’ in the middle of a crowded ballroom (Levi is also more of a ‘shut up when you need to but when you do have something to say, be honest’ kind of person than a ‘talk less, smile more’ type). So now I want Jean as Burr for Eren. Like, it’s not the best casting ever, but I see some distinctly Burr-like traits in Jean and his rivalry with Eren is very similar to the Burr-Hamilton relationship (only more friendly and less murderous).

(Imagine Jean singing Wait for It and during the line ‘And if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died’ Marco’s face flashes across the screen

Or wait, maybe just Marco as the older Theodosia and then Dear Theodosia (reprise)…)

(Like I said above, I agree with you that Levi is a more Burr-like character but younger!Levi is a Hamilton in some ways. Hurricane could be his theme song, only instead of 'write my way out’ it’s more of…you know…fight my way out)

But now I have a harder time deciding who I want as Angelica…I personally prefer Annie or Ymir because Angelica is a witty, sharp character who probably would have gone into politics if people weren’t so sexist back then, and I can see Annie or Ymir bantering with Eren while Mikasa is a more stoic character who lets her actions speak for her. But then, if Jean is Burr I live for the idea of Mikasa brutally shutting down his attempt to hit on her during The Schuyler Sisters (sorry Jean)

(Ok one last time but I really do think Historia’s and Eliza’s character arcs are really similar in some ways)

Oh seriously? That’s so cool! I’m not sure about my acting skills because I’ve never really had to use them…as for singing, I’ve never had any training but I’ve been told I have a good voice. Not anything amazing but apparently it’s nice to listen to? I’m not sure but a lot of people have told me that so. Maybe it’s not too bad XD my rapping skills are pretty average, I think.

Plot twist:

I’d play Peggy.

*gives hugs*

*gives rainbows*

*gives unicorn*

(Idk why I wrote that don’t ask

Seriously though congratulations for getting through that night)

Conspiracy theory:

Your phone and shuffle are plotting to expose you and make you actually admit and accept your feelings

They’re evil

They deserve to burrn like Hamilton’s love letters to Eliza

OK, found the My Shot AMV! It’s by Katherined on youtube ^^

And btw, there’s also an AoT AMV for Aaron Burr, Sir now! The casting isn’t too great in my eyes (they reversed our casting for Levi-Burr and Erwin-Ham, and while I do think Levi is similar to Ham in some ways LMM’s enthusiastic voice paired with his ‘I’m dead inside’ face is weird XD also, Armin is Lafayette in this video? Mikasa is John? The only thing I agree with is Eren as Mulligan…and Armin’s horrified face at 'WHO ARE YOU’). But the editing is good and it is pretty funny (I take back the comment about Eren as Mulligan being the only casting choice I agree with; there’s also Mike as the Bursar Levi punched)

Mikasa’s scenes at Trost combined with 'these redcoats don’t want it with me’ is kinda accurate though

THOUGH, IN REVIEWING THE INCIDENTS OF MY BEING AN ADMIN OF A BLOG

I AM UNCONSCIOUS OF INTENTIONAL ERROR

I AM NEVERTHELESS TOO SENSIBLE OF MY RANDOM HIATUSES

NOT TO THINK IT PROBABLE THAT I MAY HAVE DISAPPEARED COUNTLESS TIMES

I SHALL ALSO CARRY WITH ME THE HOPE THAT MY FOLLOWERS

WILL NEVER CEASE TO VIEW IT WITH INDULGENCE…

OH, I see! I’m glad about that ;-; I keep forgetting that Kaneki won’t die no matter what. I mean, we also thought that Armin died and look what happened.

Soooo, what happened to the cookie?? He’s one of my favs in tgre, he can’t die! Or will he just turn into a full one-eyed ghoul??  ;-;

Yeah, I got the link! It wasn’t that nice, to be honest… I mean, I’ve seen a lot better amvs :/

Yeah, Eliza would absolutely murder you if you badmouthed her. But I think Peggy is even worse ;-; I mean, didn’t she scare off people treating her with an axe at one point? That’s just crazy…

True, Eremika seems to be what we’ll get from the manga and I don’t mind at all, tbh. I’m more of an Armin and Annie shipper. Idk why, don’t ask why. YUMIKURI IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. After this is over, marry me!

Erwin has Hamilton’s ambition, but he’s not as hot-tempered or impulsive, thankfully. When I imagine a compulsive Erwin, I get shivers ;-; It’d probably be a nightmare to have him for an enemy. But Com. Eyebrow’s calm is also scary in itself. I mean, the fact that he’s able to lead so many soldiers (including himself) to their death, voluntarily, is terrifying.

Eren has Ham’s temper and determination, but I think he’d rather fight Bert again than having to ‘write his way out’. That’d probably be a nightmare for him… He’d get so insulted if anyone ever told him that XD

Levi fits Burr in many aspects, but I think that the ones he doesn’t share with him are bigger in number. I think I’d cry from laughing if I ever saw Levi shouting ‘we’re reliable with the L A D I E S’ Even though their relationship isn’t the best fitting, I agree on Jean-Eren for Burr-Ham. I think Jean has enough salt in his head to know when to shut up and he’s pretty willing to do stupid shit to achieve his goals. Only I don’t think he’d murder Eren ;-; I mean, no matter how much they fight, it’s all in good spirit. I think.

*pterodactyl screech* why do you adore toying with people’s feelings so much?? It’s like that ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine’ comic I saw for JeanMarco (and HideKaneki for that matter). I did nOT cry.

Levi does fit Hurricane quite a lot. Well, with the environment of the anime, I think a lot of the characters can connect to hurricane, which is actually quite depressing… Only the ‘I’ll write my way out’ would change for every individual person.

All three of them would make amazing Angelicas! Why not three Angelicas? That seems like the easiest answer hahah I think Annie is a bit too emotionless and deadpan for her… So, technically, Ymir would be best one?  But as you said, Mikasa being like ‘Jean, you disgust me’ would give me life. Also, imagine the trauma when she’d find out Eren (Ham) has been killed…

Historia is Eliza, confirmed. BUT WOULDN’T THAT MAKE YMIR ALEX??? WE HAVE NEW HAM!AOT!!!

Oh, that’s pretty cute ^^ I was in puppetry, so I don’t know how well I’d do in actual acting, tho ;-; I’d love to hear you sing one day :) Yeah, I can’t quite rap either. I’d say I have a more of an ability to speak really quickly than actual rap skills.

You’d be the best peggy ever

My shuffle is usually quite evil… Like, it gives me Say No To This right after Helpless. Or Congratulations after Satisfied and so on. And sometimes, it goes on a sad song streak. It’s mean ;-;

I shall never admit my feelings! Well, I’ve admitted them to myself, but I don’t plan on confessing anytime soon, since I’m a potato who’d rather stay forever alone than potentially embarrass myself :)

Aaron Burr, Sir is an amazing amv. I really liked the editing, even though Burr Erwin and Levi Ham are a bit different than expected. Imagine this: Levi saying the line ‘I was chosen for the constitutional convention!’

Mikasa will kick anyone’s ass, it’s been confirmed. Mikasa is kickass.

#tokyo ghoul anon #evans #submission

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