#not death the kid straight up reaper :)

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TOM BLYTH WHITE BOY OF THE FUCKING YEAR

[maskyartist]

mmmmm one day imma rewatch soul eater then u guys are fucked

[derangedanomaly]

sorry for this request, but I love your writing style and all the info you put in♡♡ Also want you to take a break if you get overwhelmed but here's my request.

Can you do Bad sanses + Epic sans x Death god reader? (Basically the reader but they're a god of death to help the balance with Reaper sans since Reader usually offers to help him)

It's absolutely fine, I feel so touched about the compliment..I'm happy that y'all like my work! Hope you enjoy this one, dear requester! ;)

SANS AUS X READER THAT'S THE GOD OF DEATH

(Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror, Cross, Error, Epic, Reaper)

Nightmare:

He's very confused at the start to be honest. There's already a reaper, why is there another one?? Was his question, which he (at the end), finally understood.

Holds respect towards you. I mean, you have the responsibility of every dead person, and you never failed. Respect.

Wants to know more about the whole concept of death, but is too busy to focus on it 😭

Is rather surprised that you don't have the 'touch of death' like Reaper, but instead work...kinda like Hades.

Is very jealous every time you help out Reaper. He literally can't stand it, so he just stays in his room to sulk for the whole day. 😂

Very quickly found out that you're immortal, and that mortal weapons don't do shit to your health.

Feels a little unstoppable now that they have the God of Death on their side. (You don't play on sides though, which he doesn't know 😀)

Would love to see how you work. The concept of death always interested him, so he always asks questions about it whenever he has the chance.

Dust:

Dust is not the type of person to simp over someone so quickly. Unless it's you.

The first time he sees you, he literally can't think straight. Finds you very attractive. (The fact that you're the god of death makes him feel something. 💀)

He feels so disgusted by himself, like... Killer's supposed to be the simp here, not him!

Since he's kind of like a nerd when it comes to monster species, he literally geeks out when you two are alone, but he also can't talk properly to you, because he's so attracted to you. 😭

You once took him to the underworld and he almost combusted right then and there. You found it quite cute how he almost resembled a kid in a toy store.

Dust doesn't like Reaper much, so when he found out that you two work together....things didn't end up very good. 😀

Killer makes fun of Dust constantly whenever you're around, but Dust always makes him regret that decision... (He beats his ass)

He has those heart eyes around you, which is really cute 😭

Killer:

Everyone knows that Killer will flirt with anything that walks. So of course his first thought was to flirt with you.

He's always close by whenever you're working, which you quickly found out that it's because he's following you, and not in a cute way. (Stalker vibes 💀)

Look, he just has nothing to do, and he's curious about your work.

One time threatened Nightmare that he can use your deadly touch on him, which backfired, since your powers don't work like that 💀 (Nightmare chased Killer for a long time after that)

Is confused on why you're even offering your help to Reaper. (Also doesn't like Reaper 😢)

Calls you weird nicknames, like...'Deadly Cutie' or just straight up 'Dead'

Wants to redo that one scene in Puss in boots with you, but you don't have time for that. He never gives up though.

Uses those stupid cringe pick-up lines. "Is it true that you are death? Because I’m hoping you’ll bring me along." 💀

Horror:

His first thought was that if he died if he tried to eat you 💀

Horror, in some aspects, kind of reminds you of your dog, Cerberus, so you can't help but treat him as one sometimes.

He's just a hungry killer...so your solution? Feed him the people that died. 💀

After you first gave him the approval to eat the person that died, he's just following you around whenever.

Him and Cerberus don't quite get along, they're both jealous of one another.

The only way you can make them co-operate is if you call them "My boys". Which is doing some things to Horror. 😏

"Ugh..look, I don't want you to do that, ok?! My boys! Come with me." "YES SIR/MA'AM!"

Doesn't mind the fact that you're working with Reaper. He actually likes him! ^^ (FIRST SKELETON TO EVER LIKE REAPER!!!)

Cross:

He literally runs away, the first time he learns about who you are.

Look, he's just frightened about your position, he doesn't want to die. (For now)

It calms his nerves when he finds out that you don't have the deadly touch. Thank god for that...

Cross takes a little time before he starts to trust someone, so he's very much just keeping his distance at first.

Couldn't help but soften at the sight of you with Cerberus. He's a sucker for dogs, so he lets his guard down, and relaxes while being with you.

This event got you two much closer, as expected, Cerberus like Cross very much! Cross gives Cerberus belly scratches. 🥺

After that, he's always offering himself whenever you need help babysitting Cerberus! He's actually really good, so you let him. ^^

Also doesn't mind that you work with Reaper. Just keeps his distance whenever you two are together.

Error:

Is amazed by the fact that you're the god of death.

Observes your work, behavior, anything! Very closely...

He literally becomes your fanboy. (Him and Dust literally talk about you all the time 💀)

His fanboyism isn't as big as Dust's though. He has his limits

Always showing off around you, to make you impressed. Showing off his powers, past, knowledge... Anything that can make you fall for him!

He's the first one to volunteer to help you out whenever you ask.

Scoffed when he found out you work with Reaper. Literally can't stand him, but also can't destroy him, just cause he's popular 🙄

Is so salty about the fact you hang out with Reaper the most 😂😂

Epic:

Doesn't treat you differently just cause you're a god. Treats you as equals :)

Definitely showed you so many memes about death when you first told him who you are. (He laughed his ass off during it 💀)

Laughed his ass off even more seeing Cross' reaction. Wouldn't stop teasing him after that. Like, you really just ran away bruh?? 😂😂

Enlightened you in the beauty of rubber chicken.

He also flirts with you occasionally, just cause he finds you cute.

He's also the only one that can make you flustered from his flirting, which fuels his ego.

Doesn't even acknowledge the fact that you're working with Reaper. The only thing that matters to him is you bruh. 😏

His pick up lines are actually really good, unlike Killer's 😂

Reaper:

THIS SKELETON IS IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER AND THAT'S. ON. SIGHT!!

Your bond is very strong, cause you know each other for a very long time. It's going to be at least a million years now. 💀

You're not together, but he's oh so romantic and genuine that others would think you two are a thing.

Gives you roses every day, and you keep each and every one of them, safely put.

Loves the fact that he can touch you without killing you. Almost always having an arm around you. (Look, he's just touch starved! He can't touch anyone, so of course he has his needs! 😭)

Cerberus sees you two as basically his parents, his tail starts to wag every time you two are together.

Isn't jealous of anyone that flirts with you, cause he knows that at the end of the day...you go back to him.

The only skeleton that's bothering him is Dust, but that's cause he literally has heart eyes around you 😭😭

I don't write anyone identical to canon! I write everyone how I Hc them, just wanted to clarify this just in case.

Anyways, hope y'all liked this! Thanks for the request! :D

[marys2ndson]

hunting fucking sucks: a fic rec list

I just love when their lives suck not because they’re vessels for archangels or whatever, but just because their job is the worst. thankless, dangerous, morally ambiguous, leaving them injured and dirty and bone-tired. i <3 whump

Due East by sowell (4,700 words)

Just hunts and angst and them, together. Love the characterization. 

“I think I like you injured. Less bitchy,” Dean says with a smile, and Sam blinks at him. / “What?” / “You think I haven’t noticed you sulking for two days straight?”

Hard to Come By by sevenfists (1,700 words)

Hunting, driving around, sleeping in shitty motels. Making difficult choices, dealing with hard realities. 

"You don't smoke," Sam says, and Dean says, "What's it look like I'm doing?" The cigarette tastes like ass. He smokes it anyway, tapping the ash out the open window. It's August. Sam turns up the air conditioning. Dean turns it back down.

Below Breath by kalliel (3,100 words)

Season 2, case fic. Love the complete lack of exposition. You’re just thrown into it on Dean’s terms, and everything is complicated and difficult and unknown. 

Dude, he says, and shoves you in the back with his shotgun. You resist the urge to turn around and smack him with it. Or kiss him, all teeth. See how much he’s paying attention then. 

Every Rhyme Without Reason by kalliel (44,800 words) 

Season 1, case fic, Sam POV. Fascinating and atmospheric and a tough read bc Sam’s life is very uphill at this point, but he’s so present, wrestling and grappling with it. Love him. <3

Maybe they killed that rawhead, released that reaper, slashed that bax'aan's throat. Maybe they'll kill this thing in Rime. But this is what's gonna get them: They have $127.34, four more nights, half a tank of gas, and some cold leftovers to their name. Out here, there's nowhere to go but down; and even then, they're going to have to limp.

With Gravy by kalliel (3,700 words)

Vague season 2. A hunt gone wrong. Slim chances of survival, complete darkness, pain, and heroism. 

The tunnel stretches on and on, and all Dean hears is their footsteps getting heavier, sloppier. One kid cries. The woman cries. The man's leg doesn't quite clear some jutting rocks, and he weeps.

The Real Thing by ameliacareful (14,200 words)

Jensen wakes up in a motel room in Dean’s place. So outsider POV. That thing about the third trial, about Tom and Shep… Kill me. 

“Are you doing that on purpose?” / “What?” / “Sounding like him?” / “A little. Does it work?” Jensen asked. / Sam did that funny little flicker of a smile/grimace that Jared only did as Sam. “Yeah, it does.” His gaze hardened. “Don’t do it again.” / Sam was suddenly very big. Armed. / “Gotcha,” Jensen said.

Catch Your Death by road_rhythm (22,300 words)

They work a ghost hunt while Sam’s sick. This fucks severely! All their petty fights and their biases and bickering really get the spotlight they deserve, as well as the fact that they just really love and care about each other. Feels exactly like a really good ep of s2. And takes up some of the interesting Sam issues as well.

It was this, every time. Sam lashed out and Dean came back with impenetrable patience and washcloths and medicine and touch and one day it would be his life. And there was no answering back to that.

my habit of breaking hearts as soon as i have them by acccording2thelore (6,600 words)

WARNING: major character death. 

A hunt gone wrong. Staggering grief and horror mixed with intimacy and connection. <3 

If he can just get to Garth, he can send up some of his people and help carry Sam to the base of the mountain. Dean won’t make it that far.

the blurriness of being alive by hathfrozen (3,500 words)

WARNING: major character death. 

Sam dies of an infection.

“They don’t get to grieve for him,” Dean tells Miracle when he decides he isn’t calling anybody to tell them. “They ain’t allowed. They don’t get it.” Dean’s had the worst things in the known universe leeching off of him, trying to turn him into evil, but this is the most rotten, meanest he’s ever felt. He doesn’t fucking care.

A Lifetime or Two by nigeltde (18,400 words)

They work a case with their mom; Sam gets banged up; they try something new. This fic feels so real and lived in. The familiarity between Sam and Dean, the way Sam feels left out, Sam’s quiet loneliness and enduring hope, Dean’s desperate affection. <3

Sam would say lucky it was just broken bones. Lucky nothing else cut too deep. Lucky his ear was intact. Dean gets lost, strung out, trying to calculate: if Sam had been concussed, would that still be good luck? If he’d lost the finger, should Dean be thankful? Where does it end, the tallying? Sam thrown through glass, dragged across pavement, tossed into a car, stitched up in this cramped doll’s house of a room, having to bluntly endure; this is what he’s supposed to be grateful for?

Settle Down My Shivered Bones by abitingsmile (4,800 words)

WARNING: disordered eating, food insecurity, and child neglect. 

Pre-series. John, unreliable and off hunting somewhere, and Sam and Dean, making it work with too little cash and too little food. Love this exact flavor of codependency, not sweet, but hard-earned and for survival. 

Sam still bickered with him about school and television and laundry, but not about food. Hell, he practically waited for Dean to give him permission to eat, because that way they knew there’d be enough. John or no, this was something incredibly important they could control, they could handle. John simply wasn’t in the loop anymore.

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moodboard by the wonderful @chennqingg <3

Taking Risks [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo

Summary: A group including Daryl leaves to face the Reapers and to bring back food - much to your dislike. A few fearful days are ahead of you...

Warnings: TWD stuff, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, dad!Daryl, swear words

The Commonwealth Era!

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: I absolutely love this! I hope y'all are gonna like it as well! 🤗

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"I am honestly not convinced by that plan," you said; crossing your arms over your chest and looking in the round. "Well, we don't have much of a choice, do we? Our people will starve, if we're not going to get that food," Maggie reasoned - and you understood her. Of course you did. You knew what was on the line, but- "I'll go." Your thoughts got interrupted by your husband's voice. You looked up at him, to where he sat across the table on a chair and giving him a questioning and shocked look. "So do I." Gabriel was the next who spoke up; willing to accompany Maggie. And faster than you were even able to say something, it was decided... The group around Maggie, a few of her people, Alden, Negan, Gabriel and Daryl would leave tomorrow morning.

You watched Daryl heading out of the visibly marked conference cabin, the others which were convinced by the idea following. Only you, Rosita, Aaron and Carol stayed behind; all of you against Maggie's proposition and not amused at all - but also knowing that you weren’t able to change their minds.

You took a deep breath, exchanged a worried glance with your friends and left as well; quickly following Daryl. You assumed he was on his way back to your shared house. Logically thinking that he'd immediately prepare his things for the mission - and you were right.

"Daryl," you addressed him; standing in the doorway of your bedroom and watching him packing his backpack. "You can't be serious about that. We both know that this is a suicide mission! If it's true what Maggie told us about the Reapers - which I highly believe, you all are most likely running straight into your death!" Your husband grunted and grumbled in response; throwing a flashlight into his backpack. "Don't ya think I know that, Y/N? I know damn well that tis is dangerous, but we ain't havin' another choice, don't ya see? I ain't lettin' you, the kids and our friends starve." Dog, who laid on the bed watched his parents fight, his eyes darting from Daryl to you and back; wincing softly.

You closed your eyes for a moment; taking a deep breath. "Yes, but... Fuckin' hell, Daryl, we'll find another way! We always do! What if you're getting killed, huh?! What do I tell our sons?!" Your last sentence caused Daryl to stop dead in his movements. He looked over his shoulder; seeing the tears gathering in your eyes. You didn't want him to go.

His face softened, "Y/N..." and he let the bag fall carelessly to the ground, before walking over to you. The archer's hands found your waist and gently pulled you against his body; forcing you to rest your hands against his chest. "I ain't goin' to die. I told ya before and I'll tell ya again... I'll always come back to ya and our boys. I promise."

A single tear ran down your face. "If you don't, I-" "I will, sunshine. Ain't lettin' these bastards take me away from ma family." You answered nothing, just slung your arms around your husband's neck; hugging him. Daryl engulfed your smaller frame; holding you close against his body.

On the next morning - the sun had barely risen, you stood with little Marlo on your arm at the gates towards your home; saying goodbye to your husband. Since it was still quite early and the boy had been too tired to get dressed, you quickly wrapped him up in a way too big jacket and decided on carrying him around - even though he got quite heavy now after a longer period of time. Your youngest had turned already four this year, so no wonder...

Marlo was still halfway dozing off in your arms; head resting on your shoulder. You managed to hold him with one arm from time to time, so that you could run a reassuring hand through his short, Y/H/C curls. Teddy stood close beside you; the teenager watching his father leave as well.

Once everyone was ready and everything packed, Daryl stepped over to you and the boys. You immediately went to hug him, but carefully; sandwiching Marlo between the both of you. "'M gonna be back soon." You just nodded against his shoulder; still not really okay with what he - hence, what all of them were about to do. Then Daryl leaned in for a kiss, which you granted him, of course. "I love ya," he whispered against your lips. "I love you, too." Your voice was shaky; already close to crying again. You didn't want to be this weak and you actually weren't. You just hated to see the man you love leave. You always did, but this time especially.

Daryl's gaze drifted to the sleeping Marlo on your arms. He smiled; cupped the boy's head and pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek.

Last but definitely not least, he turned to Teddy, and without even blinking wrapped the teenager up in a hug - which he gladly returned. "Let me go with ya, dad. I can help. I-I know how to fight." Daryl pulled back and laid both his palms on Teddy's shoulders; shaking his head. "I know ya can. You're strong, buddy and a damn good fighter, but... Nah. I ain't lettin' my son put his life on the line. I need ya ta stay here. Fight for your home. Look after your lil' brother and the other kids, okay? Protect 'em." Teddy nodded; blue-greyish eyes meeting his similar ones. "I will, dad. I promise." Daryl gave Teddy a smile, which the young man returned, before hugging him once more.

After saying goodbye to his friends and of course Judith and RJ, it was time to go. "Dog! C'mon, boy!" The faithful canine let out a loud bark, before following Daryl through the gates.

You couldn't sleep that night. Not at all. Your mind constantly wandering towards Daryl; hoping that this would go well. Tossing and turning in the empty, way too big and cold bed, you gave up. You sat up and searched blindly for the little package of matchsticks; burning the candle which stood on your bedside table. Running a hand over your face and through your hair, you took a deep breath. The scent of Daryl's worn sweatshirt gave you at least a little comfort and caused you to get quite a bit lost in the moment - until you heard small footsteps approaching.

Seems like you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

According to the sound of the steps, you were pretty sure that it was Marlo; making his way to your bedroom. Last time you checked on your boys, the little one had snuck into the bed of his big brother and ended up sleeping cuddled against his side. Well, apparently not anymore...

Throwing the blanket aside, you stood up and made your way to the door; cautiously - not to scare Marlo, opening it. You looked down the hallway and saw the flicker of a flashlight heading your way. "Marlo?" You whisper-yelled; trying to get your son's attention. It worked. The flicker of the light moved faster towards you, until Marlo rounded the corner and came to stand straight in front of you. "Mommy..."

You immediately squatted down to be on eye-level with him. His hair was a total mess and his pyjama slightly crinkled. "Baby, why are you up, huh?" You asked; brushing his curls back. "Can't sleep. I miss daddy." Your heart threatened to break at your son's words.

"I know, peanut. I miss him, too." You gave him a half smile and took the boy in your arms. It was a hug Marlo definitely needed.

"Wanna sleep in mine and daddy's bed tonight?" The boy nodded. "Uh.Huh." You smiled, "Come on then." and lifted your son up to carry him inside the bedroom; closing the door behind yourself. "Is your big brother still sleeping?" Again the boy nodded. "Good... At least one of us is able to sleep..." You muttered under your breath and sat Marlo down on the bed. He immediately crawled underneath the covers, and as you joined him, cuddled against your side. You welcomed him with open arms, blew out the candle again and pressed a kiss on Marlo's head.

The combination of being snuggled against you; safe and protected in your arms, and the smell of his father on the sweatshirt you wore, seemed to help the little boy sleep in peacefully. As for you, you still had trouble sleeping... Each following night Daryl wasn't there.

The heavy storm which hit Alexandria was for sure a distraction, but not a very welcomed one... After a night of trying to fix damages in the wall and fighting off intruding walkers, you were more than just exhausted and utterly frustrated. The storm hadn't quite helped your situation and brought more damage than resurrection. You just were glad that everybody had made it out alive... Especially all the kids.

"Y/N, go home and please for God's sake have a nap. You're exhausted. I can tell," Rosita came to stand beside you with little Coco on her arms, as you were helping clear the 'former' Grimes house from all the dead walkers. With a sigh, you dropped the body beside the pile of other bodies; turning to Rosita.

"When was the last time you had a healthy amount of sleep?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Four or five days ago? I dunno..." Your friends face twisted in concern. "It's because of Daryl, right?" You just nodded. "Just can't switch my brain off... 'M worried." Rosita gave you a compassionate look and leaned in to hug you - carefully, not to hurt Coco.

"I'm worried, too. I just hope the price to get this food isn't too high..." You relished in your friend's comfort; nodding once more. "Yeah, I hope so, too."

After retreating from the hug, Rosita demanded again that you should rest. In the end, you gave in; feeling the exhaustion crawl up on you. That was probably the reason why you didn't even make it to the bedroom and just passed out on the sofa; your body forcing you to sleep now.

You slept for hours; almost through the whole day - and Teddy let you, of course. The teenager knew exactly how much you needed this. He wasn't stupid after all. Plus, he had absolutely no problem with looking after his little brother.

Therefore, you did not notice how the gates got opened and the survivors of the dangerous mission returned with the food. Well, until...

"Mom..." You felt a hand on your shoulder; gently trying to shake you awake. "Mom... They're back!"

Teddy's soft voice managed to wake you up; slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up. "They're back?" You were still a little sleepy; your brain needing a few moments to process your son's words. "Yes, they're back." Once your brain did catch up, your eyes widened; heart rate picking up immediately. "A-And your father? Is he...?" Teddy started to smile brightly; nodding. A relieved breath left your lungs. "Thank god..."

Teddy gave you another sweet smile - the same his father would give you, and nodded to the door. "Go, mom. I'll get Marlo." You returned the smile, of course, and immediately stood up. After pressing a lingering kiss against your son's forehead, you rushed towards the door. As fast as your legs could carry you, you sprinted down the street and straight towards Alexandria's community hall.

A little carriage stood in front of the visibly demolished house by the Whisperer; filled with wooden boxes. Food, you assumed. Beside the carriage stood a lot of people already; all welcoming the survivors home. Your heart sunk at the fact that a lot of them didn't make it back, but then you saw your husband...

He was sweeping up Judith and RJ in a hug, after they had ran to their 'uncle'; happy to see him. You were beyond happy as well, of course. Tears stung in your eyes as you watched him; heart hammering against your chest in sheer joy.

"Daryl!" You almost yelled; a tear rolling down your cheek. Hearing you calling out his name, the archer lifted his head; blue-greyish eyes immediately searching for you. Once he found you, he gave Jude and RJ a last squeeze, before letting go of them and quickly walking over to you.

You met him halfway; throwing yourself into his strong arms. Daryl lifted you off the ground with a sweet grunt; holding you close against his body. "You're back," you whispered through tears and buried your face in his neck; inhaling his scent.

"'Course 'm back. Promised ya I'll always come back to ya, sunshine." He did, indeed. You giggled, still crying and only cuddled closer; clinging onto him.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly let you down again; his hands still resting on your hips. You looked up to meet his gaze; palms on his shoulders. "You okay, sweetie? You aren't hurt are you?" You asked; immediately scanning his body for injuries. The archer only shook his head and gave you a small smile. "'M fine, Y/N."

You nodded, "Good..." and cupped your husband's cheeks; his stubble scratching your skin. Daryl got the hint, of course, and dipped his head to capture your lips with his in a sweet, yet desperate kiss. You relished in the touch of his lips; feeling how all the worries and fears of the past few days left your body.

You had him back in your arms.

"Mom, dad, c'mon, there are children present," Teddy's amused voice caused the bubble you and Daryl had been in to burst. Your lips were leaving his with a soft pop, as you turned in your man's embrace, seeing your sons standing a few meters away from. Your oldest looked at you with a crooked smile on his face. Your littlest was standing in front of his big brother. In one hand, Teddy held Marlo's hand and with the other he covered the young boy's eyes.

This sight caused you to giggle and Daryl to blush.

"Teddy!" Marlo started to squeal then; trying to claw at his big brother's hand which was still shielding his view. "Wanna see daddy!" The teenager immediately took his hand out of the younger boy's face. "Sorry, peanut. Go ahead."

Marlo blinked a few times; needing to reorientate himself first. But when his Y/E/C eyes landed on his father, there was no holding back anymore. "Daddy!" Marlo started to sprint towards you and Daryl with a big smile on his face and Y/H/C curls bouncing. Marlo didn't care in the slightest, that he almost stumbled a few times over his dad's angel-winged vest he wore, because the leather garment was way too big for his kid body. The archer had left it for Marlo; knowing that he loved to wear it and perhaps helped his little boy to not miss him that much. It worked. It always worked.

Daryl let go of you and knelt down; arms wide open for his son to run into - and Marlo did. "Daddy!" The force of the young boy's hug almost caused Daryl to lose his balance. He wrapped him up in a tight hug; feeling his aching heart healing again. He had missed his family terribly as well.

"Hi, peanut. Ya missed yer dad?" Marlo nodded big times; his little arms looped tightly around Daryl's neck. "I missed ya too, lil' one. And..." The archer stood up with Marlo still wrapped up in his arms and walked over to his eldest; placing his free hand on Teddy's shoulder. "...I missed ya as well, buddy." Teddy smiled; wrapping an arm around Daryl in a half hug. "Missed you too, dad."

You always hated separations. It was never not a hard thing to do - but the reunions were worth all the worries and fears.

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[mintaikk]

Moments in the Hunger Games that Dr. Gaul would hate

Dr. Gaul says that humans are naturally violent, and to prove her wrong, here are moments in the Hunger Games that show that they aren't.

-Lucy Gray comforting Jessup when he wasn't feeling well

-Lucy Gray crying and mourning when Dill died (Wovey in the book)

-Lucy Gray making sure Jessup ate despite her having the advantage if he didn't eat

-The first thing Lucy Gray doing in the arena was look for Jessup and run away with him so they could both have a chance at surviving, despite all the murder and chaos happening around them

-Lucy Gray comforting Jessup as he was dying

-Lucy Gray in general

-Jessup protecting Lucy Gray from the bats (rabid raccoons in the book)

-Reaper giving Lamina cloth and Lamina giving him food. Then Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner came and she warned him (in the book)

-Reaper collecting the bodies of the fallen tributes and covering them with the flag to give them proper respects

-Reaper warning Wovey when she was walking to the snakes

-Lamina killing Marcus. Ik it was still murder, but it was a mercy kill. She even comforted him before and stared at his body and curled up into the fetal position after

-Lamima has a lot of empathy in general and I love her so much and she's litterally just walking proof of Dr. Gaul's theory being wrong. Her name is litterally animal spelled backwards, which is what Dr. Gaul belived the tributes were. Violent animals

-Bobbin letting Wovey sleep on his shoulder

-In the walk to the cart, Bobbin was holding Wovey's hand

-Lucy Gray letting Wovey hold her hand before the games

-Treech protecting Lamina when Brandy was killed from the bullet

-Reaper going out of his way to protect Dill. I could make an entire post on this alone. But like, in every scene with them together, he's always looking out for Dill. Even when he jumped at his Mentor, he was looking at Dill before to see how she was doing. Dill's death is what made him want to honor the other tributes deaths. I can only imagine how that made their friends and families feel at home, to see the person they loved getting the respect they could in such violent games

-During the bombing, Marcus ran back to go get Lucy Gray despite thst fact that his chances of dying there were very high

-Ik he wasn't part of the games, but Sejanus going to spread bread around Marcus's dead body (I love Sejanus sm and I better not see y'all thirst over Snow anymore)

-In the book, there was no bloodbath scene. Most tributes ran straight for the tunnels, while Coral, Tanner, and Reaper went to get weapons, but even Coral, who was known for being violent, ran. Only Reaper stayed

-Reaper apologizing for having to kill the tributes the night before, and promising to honor them

-In the book, Teslee was running from the snakes and Lucy Gray came out of the tunnels singing so the snakes would be distracted so Teslee would have time to escape

-Screaming and crying and throwing up because Reaper killed Teslee but brought her body over to the other bodies because it's really all he could give her

-In the book, Lucy Gray and Reaper were the last ones left, and they procrastinated on killing each other. Lucy Gray killed him by getting him to drink poisoned water, not by any violence. She even closed his eyes when she realized he had died.

This was just the 10th Hunger Games. Damn. Imma go on to the other ones now

-Instead of of breaking their alliance by killing each other, Maysilee just left Haymitch saying that she didn't want it to come down to the two of them

-Haymitch staying with Maysilee as she died

-When Annie's district partner died, she gained serious PTSD, which should be proof enough that naturally, HUMANS DONT LIKE VIOLENCE

-Katniss volunteering to protect Prim

-Thresh smiling at Rue when she managed to steal the knife from Cato (this is so sweet to me, I love the District 11 kids sm)

-Foxface not killing anyone (that Katniss knows of) and running away, proving thst people are just trying to survive and not be violent

-Foxface and Katniss bumping into each other but then running away. Especially Katniss, because she definitely had the advantage

-Peeta joining the careers to protect Katniss

-Peeta telling Katniss to run when the careers were hunting her

-This wasn't shown to the audience, but Katniss said that if her and Rue were the last 2 left, she'd let Rue win

-Katniss letting Rue cuddle under the sleeping bag so that she could stay warm

-Katniss mourning the death of Rue by leaving flowers over her body and then giving respects to District 11. She even cried and threw her spear when Rue died

-Clove and Cato's entire friendship (also, Clove smiling at Cato while they were on the plane)

-Thresh killing Clove purely because of what he thought she did to Rue, implying that he wanted to protect Rue. (I like to believe that he didn't make an alliance with Rue the dame reason Katniss didn't make an alliance with Peeta in the beginning; he didn't want it to come down to the two of them). Despite that, he was still heartbroken when she died

-Thresh sparing Katniss's life because she was friends with and protected Rue

-Clove calling for Cato when Thresh was threatening her, and Cato coming to help (in the book)

-Cato crying and begging Clove to get up when she was dying

-Katniss mercy killing Cato despite everything (in the movie)

-Katniss and Peeta not wanting to kill each other and deciding to eat the berries together instead

75th Hunger Games

Yes, ik the rebellion. But I'm still counting it.

-Peeta volunteering to avoid having Haymitch go to the games

-Mags volunteering for Annie

-The female morphling (who I headcanoned as her name being Chassis) sacrificing herself to save Peeta

-Peeta staying to comfort Chassis and talking about how pretty the sky was

-Chassis and Autus (male morphling) teaching Katniss how to camouflage, despite her not knowing about the rebellion, and for all they know, she could try and kill them. But they still wanted to save everyone, so they kept Katniss alive

-MAGS. Mags is the best

-Finnick staying with and protecting Mags despite her chances of surviving being very low

-Katniss keeping Finnick alive, despite not knowing about the rebellion

-Peeta staying to comfort Katniss and Finnick during the jabberjay attacks

[matrixbearer2024]

I currently have two AUs that I don't exactly know what to do with or what to properly call them LMFAO- I'll probably write something on Ao3 for it eventually since there's a ton of BillFord and FiddStan in there but yeah-

1st AU: Timelord Stanford (Dr Who what if)

This case was inspired by an RP I had with someone's Bill Cipher on @gftimelord where the triangle starts to be on the mend with Stanford after their ruined past. This to me makes sense because the Doctor is inherently very lonely despite the savior god complex. In that AU where Ford is functionally immortal and Stan and Fidds both at some point die due to his complacency and arrogance— he searches for a companion that can actually keep up with him.

So when Bill visits him during one of those window hours set by the Theraprism, they talk about the triangle's impending demise with their plans to essentially erase him from existence. It's not an outlandish idea given that any inpatient seen as a lost cause would or could be disposed of when it comes to cosmic entities. It's simply the easier option.

The doctor(Ford) is more impulsive, nonchalant, and egoistic compared to his counterparts because he does have the walk to back his talk(this man has been broken by the nightmares and guilt he carries from the deaths he caused; also time war) problem being he doesn't fear death as much as he fears being alone. He's had a fair share of close calls with the grim reaper, but always like some horrible twist he survives. After all, it is a saying that we covet the most what we don't have.

So yeah, he jailbreaks Bill essentially and whatever power limiter is stuck on the triangle get tied to his sonic screwdriver instead and they simply go around the multiverse doing whatever. Most of the reason why Ford isn't caught yet largely has to do with how scared most entities are of him. The doctor is never armed, but it doesn't mean he won't kill.

2nd AU: Modern Era AU (Set in 2024)

This one is more of a shitpost thanks to the young trio I drew a little while back, I'll draw more of them for this at some point while I also try and figure out a decent human Bill design that I like in my artstyle.

But this AU heavily features these four idiots as Undergrad students fucking about college life as they would. This AU is supposed to feature like a more cultivated genius Stanley based around my own dynamic with my brother since I do like me some happy Stan twins.

It just so happens that Ford is also a very much EQ negative idiot and falls for an upperclassman(one year his senior) in BSSE[Software Engineering] who is a close friend to Fidds. He goes by 'Cipher' as an alias since he's a prodigy for his age and very young ethical hacker.

So yes, that's where Bill comes in. Haven't figured out what I want his full name to be yet shoot me some ideas! Ford is very shy when it comes down to talking with Bill whereas Stan is completely chill.

Both Stan and Bill get along very well in this AU because they're similarly chaotic the same way that Fidds and Ford get along because they're the ones holding the other two back from doing something undeniably stupid for shits and giggles.

All of them share some fundamental subjects together(i.e. Math, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Statistics, Research, History, etc.) or take elective courses just so they could chill together. Stan is typically the one who adjusts to the schedule of the other three since he takes BSBA[Business Administration] and is the odd one out when Ford does BSCMB[Cellular Molecular Biology] and Fidds does BSEE[Electrical Engineering].

The FiddleStan in this AU is gonna be c r a z y mostly due to Fidds in this AU is the heir to his family's computer company, so lowkey spoiled nepo baby but also on a very tight leash with his parents. Stan is the kid where 90% of his childhood was parents either forgot him or straight up did not give a flying fuck. So these two kinda work as complements and it's why I decided to pair them together after chatting with a friend about the group dynamics.

So yeah, simpy and adoring Ford and silently aware but shy Bill + rebellious Fidds and supportive Stan. All the more when I actually plan for this AU to have some typical gravity falls shenanigans anyway thanks to a place on earth called the Oregon Vortex.

[I'll likely make fics and comics of these AUs, reply to this post if you want to be tagged for whenever I post something]

Yeah I need to properly name these AUs.

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Marked from Another World || Part 2

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Character: Ayato

Type: Angst

Content: Years later, you were independently holding up yourself, despite having the mark. You hid it well, however, while doing jobs in inazuma, being known as the grim reaper, you caught his attention without knowing. This turned your mark yellow, as now, this man will stop at nothing to get your attention, and convince you to be his.

About being Taglisted in my stories: Here

Trigger Warning: Violence, Murder Trying to force arranged marriage and having kids, ( will update the more the story progresses )

[ Please don’t repost, this is my original story. ]

Part 1: Here

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You walked up to the man that your job required you to kill, as you did it with ease, and no care. You swung your scythe and decapitate the target, you then with ease took the body. The weight was nothing to you, as you carried it straight to the nobleman who requested it. You dropped it by his front door and knocked. You then disappeared.

You went by the nearest body of waters and washed your mask and scythe from the blood. Despite being transported into Genshin, it was a darker world then you expected. The game only shows you the PG things however, just like every other worlds, it has its dark sides. Black market, murder, death, and since it was in the old times in the countries, torture is still in fashion at the moment. You had to be just as ferocious to live in this world. You sighed, and jumped on the homes of inazuma, not making a noise with your footstep, and went to the highest building. You sat and rested there until morning.

Next morning, you rubbed your eyes and laid back. You looked at Celestia from afar. One day...you will get up there. One day. You then sat up, and stood up. You dropped down and stayed hidden. All of a sudden a guard, tapped your shoulder and handed you a note. You looked at him confused and took the note and opened it.

Note: Greetings Grim Reaper, I must let you know that I do require your services on handling an issue. I will offer you a million mora to take care of it. Please come to this address at once. I will be there waiting at 9am.

-A

You looked up and saw the guard was gone. You looked at the note confused. Who was "A"? Well whatever, you wanted to get out of Inazuma as quick as you can, but one million mora seems like an important job. As you had an hour to meet this mysterious person, you pondered on what to do.

You decided to meet this person. Once you arrived, you were in an secluded area, it was a cave underneath inazuma overall. You walked in the cave and looked around.

"Ah, you came my dear." You heard a voice, you know that voice. You turned and calmly and saw it was Ayato. "I'll have you know, that I am grateful you decided to meet me under such short notice. It is greatly appreciated, Grim Reaper."

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

You stayed quiet and still, and waited to hear to see what he wanted. You had a mask, gloves, and your black attire covering you and your identity. Though you can't help, why does your palm with the mark suddenly feel...warm?

Ayato walked up to you with his arms formally placed behind his back. "My My, you have been such a slippery roach. I am well aware, you might be the missing person who was in the flock I summoned years ago."

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

You didn’t respond nor move. He can’t see your panicked expression behind your mask, as you felt safer being hidden. He as nothing on you after all.

"I do have questions though, despite your silence. Why did you escape the flock? Were you scared of being rejected? I assure you, I do have interest in you. "

Once he asked that question, you immediately snorted. He looked at you confused as his smile dropped to a tilted head. You began to laugh with your hand on your head.

You faced him. "Well I don't."

You spoke for the first time, as you had a gentle voice. Ayato smiled. "So that is what your voice sounds like."

FUCK HE BAITED ME. HE KNOWS I DON'T WANT HIM AND HE USED IT AGAINST ME!

"My dear, you are well aware that I do want you, yes? You..have caught my interest. The idea that you are someone is very well capable of handling yourself is quite attractive to me, you seem to even have greater connections then I do, even to the archons themselves."

You stayed quiet, and stared at him. Ayato walked closer to you, with a gleeful smile. "Tell me what I can do to make you be mine. Be the women to marry me, and have my kids. Don’t start a war wit-"

A blade was to his neck. You were quick to putting your scythe to his neck to make him shut up. "Listen here Kamisato, and listen real good. Because I am saying it once. I don’t want children, and I don’t want to marry ANYONE. I am a women of freedom and I am not some birthing machine for your clan. Go find another woman."

Ayato had a glare down at you, as you were reluctant to be his wife, and have children with him. "I see...this will certainly be interesting then." He drew a sword of his own. "How about a duel...if I win, marry me, have a family with me, if you win, I leave you alone, fair?"

"No. Not interested. Never interested. Never in you." You pulled away and walked away from him. Ayato watched you walk away, as he had an interested smile on his face. "You'll have to break sometime soon, grim reaper~" He whispered to himself.

Later on that night, your palm was warmer, you removed the glove, thinking you hurt yourself, when in fact, the mark on your palm was golden.

This motherfucking man.

[riality-check]

hi, so because i’m me, i immediately saw this post from @lazylittledragon and got a ridiculous amount of thoughts about it. so. yeah.

Anyway, Eddie is life and Steve is death.

Life is about that one big adventure. It’s one story, your story, one of billions on the planet running simultaneously, intersecting with dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of others. Who better to keep that all straight than Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master extraordinaire? Who better to keep life exciting and novel and fun than Eddie, whose personality has always been a little too big, who’s never been considered “boring” ever, at literally any point in time.

That’s where Steve comes in.

Steve isn’t boring, but death certainly is. It doesn’t always start out the same, but the end? That’s monotonous. 

Everyone becomes a little more like a kid when they die. Searching for guidance. Wanting a hand to hold. 

Steve doesn’t see himself as a paragon of wisdom, but he can give them a few words. Make them laugh. Offer a hand.

They always take it. Some are more reluctant than others, but they always take it.

He thinks it helps that he looks so unassuming. No scythe or bats’ wings, no cloak of darkness or grim reaper-esque looks. Just comfortable clothes in the colors he likes, hair styled so it doesn’t flop in his face.

Everyone becomes themselves again when they die. Steve leads by example, puts his genuine self out there for them.

He really hopes it helps.

What definitely helps are the chess matches.

Eddie is good at chess. Much better than Steve is, anyway. He attributes this to the fact that he has to constantly think about moving parts, while Steve doesn’t. It doesn’t matter. They still meet up regularly, play a friendly game, talk.

They talk a lot. They didn’t expect to, at first.

But when you’re talking to the only other entity in the universe who somewhat gets it, you find you have a lot to talk about.

And, as it turns out, you’ll play footsie under the table, too.

[soullessjack]

todays tally on the “things about jack that have been almost erased by the baby au” is just how truly genuinely insane (and funny) they are. they pretended to be a coke addict to sneak into rehab and get kaia. their attempt at making friends was teaching the Lebanon kids knife combat because he hasn’t had any other socialization outside of constant war and violence. he loves hunting and he loved the war torn apocalypse refugee camp despite their constant risks of death and loss and suffering.

he straight up fucking decapitated a Gorgon with a fucking sword and just stepped over the headless corpse like an ugly carpet. they disobeyed Death Herself just to save someone they vaguely remember caring about and having responsibility over, then blackmailed the fucking reaper that was sent to watch him into keeping quiet or else Billie would kill her for failing to keep him in line. he attempted to strangle someone in a fit of rage that was so bad it took three gunshots fired into his back to snap him out of it.

some of his personality trait in the fucking wiki are literally how his “protective instincts are in fact, so strong that he will retaliate or turn against anyone if they have hurt someone he cares about” and how “because of Jack’s desire to protect his loved ones, he can show a ruthless side to himself at times.” he used necromancy, magic so evil and dark and potent that the self proclaimed evil skank Rowena Macleod wouldn’t dare to use it, just to bring Mary back.

they were smiling the whole time they fought Michael and especially when they exorcised/killed him. they were smiling and enjoyed torturing Nick and it was literally canonically in-script described as a cathartic kill. when the last Grigori had him bound and held at knifepoint in the church he smiled and said “You can’t kill me” and was still smiling while talking about the other Grigori he’d killed and eaten the literal fucking hearts of.

jack is canonically wanted by the fbi since dean opened a file at some point after Mary’s death + jacks disappearance, and alongside having multiple charges pending on said file, they’re considered armed and dangerous, too. They’re also literally personally hated and personally murdered by God Himself.

But we stay silly :3

[brokenghostgirl1]

Hot Headed : 1                         

             You’re a very hotheaded individual and you keep to \yourself not wanting to be around people and wanting to be left alone most of the time. Till your introduced to squad 141. Having to be transferred took a tole but you grew less angry in the days to come. However, things don’t change for the better…

The moment you set foot on the base, you felt like you didn’t belong there. Based on your records, training, and skills? You were a perfect fit. Personality? Not so much.

Your dear friend Ash tried to get you out of your “shell” but it never worked. He would bring you to the group parties they would hold but you left after she would run to the dance floor.

Of course, some welcomed you, putting on your fake smile and at least them including you in things. But they soon stopped asking after you wouldn’t show up.

Ash was your friend straight out of college, back then you were much different. You loved being around people and having fun. But growing up was hard, being an overweight college kid got to you.

Being bullied wasn’t a thing for you, well kind of. The muscle heads would def stare a little too long at you. Finding a boyfriend wasn’t easy in those days. I mean you had one, but he was only dating you as a bet.

Once Ash found out she had someone beat the shit out of that boy, she wouldn’t tell you who though. Said it was her secret.

Now once you got into the military things were different. You had to make sure you were up at a certain time, not being late was crucial. Being late meant more PT and you weren’t having that; it became too much on your body.

Having your friend with you makes things easier, but when you separated that’s when you changed. You seen things and felt things you wish you could take back, but that’s not how the military works.

You made it back to Ash and she hardly knew you, you wore a mask most of the time to hide your scar. She saw it after a year, you didn’t think she was ready to see it. She wished you could’ve stayed with her, but she knew what you both signed up for.  

Someone once came into your room while you were with Ash and saw your face, you were pissed. After you almost beat him to death others started calling you Reaper. Reaper was the person you chose to become when you got angry or when you’re working. Y/N was no more.

Being with Ash made things better, she was helping you become more like yourself. Making a living in this place was hard on your mental state, it didn’t help, just made it worse.  Having Ash was like a blessing, but you felt like you where the one holding her back, you knew she wanted to leave but she was staying with you trying her best to mend what’s broken.

You saw her in the mess hall eating her lunch, you sat down next to her. “look, Ash” you sighed, “I think you should leave.”

She looked at you with a confused expression, “what?”

“I know you want to do more than just staying in here, you don’t have to stay here. I’m not changing, and you know that.” You huffed, “you need to go live your life and have fun, you can’t have fun living here.”

She knew you wanted the best for her. She nodded and hugged you. That night you stayed up helping her find a job she would love and something she would be safe doing. You came across an add, ‘Help wanted, secretary’ you immediately showed her, and she lit up.

Ash loved people and hated being an outside worker. She knew this would be her job she would love; she knew she would miss you but she assured you that she would visit. You nodded and left her room for the night.

A few weeks passed and she was ready to leave. You helped Ash packed up, she gave you her favorite plushie, a little seal with glasses. She bought it for you a couple of days ago, she wore glasses and was on the seal team for a few years. You laughed as she handed it to you hugging her.

The last thing she packed was a German Shepard plushie, it had a scar running down her right eye. You hummed, “why a German Shepard?” Ash smiled widely, “Because you’re a hard-working loyal person, you protect those who you trust.” You smiled under your mask, “I’m gonna miss you” “I’ll miss you too.”

Ash left that night at 10pm, you couldn’t say goodbye to her. You were chosen by John Price, Captain of squad 141. He needed another Special Opp to help on a new mission.

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“Price, nice to meet you,” he shook your hand, “follow me, I’ll introduce you to your new team.”

It was bout 4pm the day you arrived at base, Captain Price waiting for you on the helipad. When he noticed your mask he smiled, it was odd no one ever smiled at your mask, they always hated it or feared it. A Skull mask was not very flattering.

You nodded, picking up your stuff from the ground and following him through the base.

He led you through a house like area of one of the barracks, it was fancier than your cot you’d sleep on back at home. You were gonna like it here.  Price showed you your room, the kitchen, the showers, the upstairs offices. It was all quite nice, it made you feel like his team was going to more organized, you loved that.

Price ended the tour by bringing you to the briefing room. You noticed 4 people, you recognized Soap. You did a few missions with him when you both started.

“I know you know Soap”, price spoke up, “Next to him is Sargent Gaz, Major Alexjandro, and my beautiful wife Kate Laswell”

“Hi” you simply spoke.

Before Price could speak you ask, “Isn’t there supposed to be a Lieutenant?”

Soap spoke up just then, “He’s out on a solo mission right now.”

You didn’t speak, you just quietly stood there and let everyone speak a little about themselves. A few minutes passed and you decided to go outside and smoke to clear your head.

Something about being alone made everything better. It was about 11pm and as you where looking up at the stars you heard a truck pullup. It was a all blacked out dodge ram, you looked at it admiring it, ‘lucky guy’ you thought.

The guy that got out had a skull mask on just like you, that pissed you off. “Hey!” you yelled as you threw your cigarette on the ground.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” you spat, “Take that fuckin mask off, only one of us can have Skulls and its gonna be me, so take it off”

He growled, “Fuck you kid. What are you? A new recruit?”

Just then Price was standing next to you putting his hand on your shoulder calming you a bit, “I see you met Reaper.” You looked at Price and back at the man, “Ghost, Reaper. Reaper, Ghost. Your both lieutenants so act like it.” With that he left.

“Why Reaper?” Ghost asked, “Sounds childish.”

“Why Ghost?”, you huffed, “Sounds like you wanna be one.”

Ghost ignored you, he was tired he just wanted to go in and get some sleep. He pushed passed you, it was pretty easy considering he was 6’2 and you where 5’4. He was wondering why price would choose someone so small, especially a kid to be on the big boy team. ‘she doesn’t seem cut out for this, especially if she has that bad of an anger problem. My anger doesn’t even get that bad.’

You went to bed that night wondering why they would put you with someone just as hot-headed as you. You wore your mask as a symbol of strength, madness, and contempt. Having this one symbol helped with your composure, and somewhat of your stability. Control and stability was your main goal in this profession, it wasn’t easy some days but it helped when you could get this.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Lucky Day

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(Y/N) was sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, staring at him and holding his hand in between her hands. She was feeling an array of emotions as she stares at Dean's unconscious body. She frowns then let's out a small sigh while Dean was staring at her. 

"I feel like I should be saying something...." (y/n) started to say and Dean looks her over. "But...I can't really think of anything. The only thing I can say is...I miss you, Dean. Even when you're being a smartass." She said and Dean smirks a bit at this. "I just..." (y/n) whispers then she holds on to his hand tighter then brings his hand up to her lips and kisses it.

"(Y/n)..." Dean said as he walks up to her then kneels down to her. "I wish you could hear me cause there's alot of things I'd like to say to you." Dean said and he goes to place his hand on her left shoulder.

Just as he does this, (y/n) felt something cold on her left shoulder. She places her right hand on her shoulder then turns her head slightly, almost looking at the spot that Dean was residing. Dean let's out a small gasp as (y/n) looks around the spot and whispered. "Dean?"

Suddenly, Sam enters the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms, and (y/n) turns to him. "What's that?" She asked him. Sam looks at her then sighs as he pulls the object out of the bag. "Something I'd hope would help talk to Dean." He said then he looks around the room.

"(Y/n) and I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk." Sam said and he shows (y/n) a ouija board while Dean stares at his brother as he stands up.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean grumbles as (y/n) gives Sam a confused look. "A ouija board? Seriously?" She said. "You got any better ideas?" Sam asked her as he circles around the bed. "Good point." She said and the two sit cross legged on the floor.

Sam opens the box and pulls out the board and the two place their hands on the pointer. "Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as Dean scoffs. "God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He said as he sits opposite them in front of the board. "I feel like I should be at an all girl's slumber party." (Y/n) said and Dean looks over at her and grins. "Shall we braid each other's hair, Sam?" She asked, teasingly.

"Shut up." Sam said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer with Sam's and (y/n)'s fingers and slowly, concentrating, slides it to "YES" on the board. Sam and (y/n) gasp while Dean's jaw drops. 

"I'll be damned." He said and Sam laughs in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam said. "Damn straight." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it.

"Dean, what?" (Y/n) said, confused, just as the pointer goes to some letters.

"H?"

"U?"

"Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked after he and (y/n) read off the letters. The pointer slides back to "YES"

"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" (Y/n) asked, worriedly 

"One question at a time, guys." Dean said then he moves the pointer again. "What is it?" Sam and (y/n) asked and the pointer slides again during the following, to R, E, A, P. "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up." Dean said and (y/n) gasped.

"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" She asked and the pointer slides to YES. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam said as Dean nods. "Yeah, you can't kill death." He said.

"Man, you're, um..." Sam stammers.

"I'm screwed, guys." Dean said and (y/n) starts to sob then shakes her head. "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." She said as she stands up and starts to pacing. "There's gotta be a way." She said as Sam stands up.

"Dad'll know what to do." Sam said and he takes her hand and the two leave the room.

Sam and (y/n) enters John's room but they were greeted with an empty bed. "Dad." Sam whispered as (y/n) looks around, worried.

That night, Sam and (y/n) come back into Dean's room while Sam had John's journal in his hands. "Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam said as (y/n) sits on the edge of Dean's bed.

"Where is he?" Dean asked. "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam said and he flips open the journal and leafs through it, glancing up at Dean's unconscious form, occasionally, while (y/n) looks at Dean with worry. 

Dean comes to stand behind Sam and reads over his shoulder. "Thanks for not giving up on me, guys." Dean said Sam turns to a page that says Reapers. (y/n) stands up and reads the page just as Dean leans over and reads something. His eyes go wide. "Son of a bitch." He growls and he leaves, stalking down the hallway until he sees...

Tessa is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed differently. "Hi, Dean." She said. "You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, uh, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met." Dean said to her as he paces along the room. 

"I was wondering when you would figure it out." Tessa said to him. "I should have known. That whole accepting fate rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." Dean said to her. "It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want." She replied.

"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?" Dean asked her. "You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." She replied. "Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"How death is nothing to fear." She said as she goes up yo him and touches his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already." 

Sam was standing on the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets, while (y/n) went to find some food. "Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as he looks around. "We couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But we'll keep trying, all right?" Sam said, sadly. "As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other, you know that. And poor (y/n)...she'd be crushed." He said then he looks down at Dean.

"Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?" He asked.

Dean was staring out a dark window. "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but...you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break." Dean pleads to Tessa. "Stage three: bargaining." Tessa said. "I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me." Dean said to her. "The fight's over." She said. "No, it isn't." Dean growls.

"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Tessa said to him. "My brother and (y/n). They could die without me." Dean said, desperately. "Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death." Tessa said.

"I think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway." Dean said. "That's funny. You're very cute." Tessa said, smiling. "There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do." Dean yells.

"Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." She said and Dean turns to her, shocked.

"What are you saying?" He asked. "Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." She said and Dean sits on the bed while she behind him. She strokes his hair tenderly.

"It's time to put the pain behind you." She said. "And go where?" Dean asked her. "Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?" She asked him.

As he turns to look at her, the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts. "What are you doing that for?" Dean asked her. "I'm not doing it." She said. They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it. 

"What the hell?" Dean asked while Tessa looks at it, shocked. "You can't do this! Get away!" She shouts at the black cloud.

"What's happening?!" Dean asked, frantically. Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns to Dean, her eyes glowing yellow. "Today's your lucky day, kid." She said and she places a hand on Dean's forehead; he convulses.

Sam was standing in the corner while (y/n), who had returned from the kitchen, was sitting on the bed just as Dean gasps, waking up suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat. "Dean?" (Y/n) said, shocked while Sam runs to the hallway. "Help! I need help!" He yells.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor said the next morning. "Thanks, doc." Dean said and the doctor leaves while Dean turns to Sam and (y/n).

"So you guys said a Reaper was after me?" Dean asked them. "Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said. "How'd I ditch it?" Dean asked them. "You got us." Sam said, shrugging. 

"Dean, you really don't remember anything?" (Y/n) asked him. "No. Except this pit in my stomach. Guys, something's wrong." Dean said just as there was a knock at the door; and they look over to see John hovering in the doorway.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asked Dean. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive." Dean said and John nods. "That's what matters." He said.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked him, angrily. "I had some things to take care of." John replied. "Well, that's specific." Sam growls. "Come on, Sam." Dean said, exasperated.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked John. "No." John said. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked as Dean and (y/n) shake their heads. "Can we not fight?" John asked, pleadingly, and Sam stares at him in shock. "You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" He said.

"John, are you all right?" (Y/n) asked him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired." John replied then he looks at Sam. "Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" He asked. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam said and he leaves the room. (Y/n) looks between John and Dean, feeling that they need to talk. "I'll go with him." She said and she follows Sam out of the room.

John looks after them, sadly, as Dean looks at his father. "What is it?" He asked John. "You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd...You'd say It's okay, Dad." John said then he pauses as tears filled his eyes.

"Dean, I'm sorry." He whispers.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John said.

"This really you talking?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John replied. "Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked as John comes closer and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay? And for (y/n), too." John said. "Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean said, alittle confused and alittle scared. "Don't be scared, Dean." John said.

Then he leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing, while John leaves. Dean stares after him.

Sam and (y/n) walk back to the room, Sam carrying a cup of coffee. The two look into a room and see John on the floor. "Dad?!" Sam exclaimed, shocked. Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him, while (y/n) screamed out for help.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt to resuscitate John. Dean, Sam and (y/n) hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean pleads and the nurse moves away as the trio watch. "Come on." Dean said, desperately.

"Okay, stop compressions." The doctor said.

"Come on, come on." Dean whispers as the nurse goes to get a pulse from John. "Still no pulse." She said and the doctor sighs. "Okay, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am." He said while the boys watch over, devastated, and (y/n) places her hands over her mouth.

[pistachi0art]

OK so I’m gonna reply to @/dimonds456 questions they left in the tags because I’m cooking in the ghost au rn!!! :D

1. plans for the Boomers or Darnold?

YES OK so for them Ik both died on like the same day but what if prior they were sticking their noses too deep into something? Like- Dr. Coomer is a bit of a conspiracist “aliens, government is watching our move, explaining the unexplainable in a tin foil hat” sort of deal (parallels his ultra self awareness in hlvrai) and Bubby is lesser to that but he likes to listen. while getting into a new conspiracy he and Bubby slowly unravel the cult. like straight evidence with citations to follow. And this sort of plan concocts between the two to reveal the cult to the media over a week. But that all ends because the two die before anything gets out!!

As for Darnold he worked as a pharmacist! I say “worked” because he also is a ghost in this au. He ingested poison- I’m not sure how to tie him back to the cult? maybe he’s not tied to it in someway? Maybe his death was another intentional one? I’ll figure it out

2. G-Man?

There was a REASON why half of the first cult’s members died. I mentioned that G-Man is a reaper, and he wasn’t too appreciative of these screwed up people frying the poor orphan kid’s brain so boom! Suspicious deaths and a new son. And due to the whole ordeal, Tommy repressed the incident in his head- with a side of memory loss caused by the electrocution :( he didn’t have the heart to tell him what happened but still wishes he could’ve done more… it’s sort of the reason why he’s keeping Tommy from moving on.

3. Josh!!! Joshie!!!! Joshua!!!

not a question BUT OOOOOOOO YEAAH. I’m concocting a chase between Josh and Arden with Gordon and Benrey only witnessing the whole ordeal. Josh is hiding, Arden’s seeking AND taunting him what a dick, while Gordon is panic guiding his son while Ben hyperventilates bc Arden.

(Also if you wanna be upset about something, Benrey didn’t go back home AT ALL post death bc even though he wanted to see his mom he knew Arden was still living there. And he really didn’t want to see or look at him again and because of that he missed his chance of seeing his mom again before she died and passed on. thanks Ardennnn.)

[kilikrungpotmeister]

3 Years Too Late

Ao3: link

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Thunder stayed quiet as she followed her guardian through the streets of death city, and through the labyrinthian hallways of the DWMA campus to the Death room.

Worried about what the older lightning weapon would end up doing, she has started trying to slowly absorb the charge he’s been building up. Doing her best to make sure he didn’t notice.

As well intentioned as her attempt was, by the time they reached the Death Room Harver was chirping like a swarm of cicadas has just gathered in front of the door.

“Kidd open up!” Harver said banging on the door, his voice rougher and angrier than anything Thunder has heard him talk in. She was starting to worry he was about to bust the door down.

Thankfully it didn’t take long for the door to be opened and on the other side was a red haired death scythe with a tired expression on his face. “Hey What’s all the commotion out there? And what’s with that buzz-?” Death Scythe Albarn said before his eyes fell on the two lightning weapons causing him to raise a brow. “Sorry Harver but Kidd’s busy at the moment, would you mi-“

The Death scythe was cut off by a foot to the gut as Harver shoved him away.

“Where is he?” Harver asked, walking over the senior weapon and into the room.

The room fell silent. No one expected the quiet, mild mannered Harver to ever act like this. Not Kidd, not the Thompsons and certainly not Thunder.

As soon as he saw the shinigami in the middle of the room the male lighting weapon dashed over to him in a flash. Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar. “Where the hell are you hiding Kilik, you good for nothing shinigami!”

“U…uncle Harver I think you should tone it down a little…” Thunder said.

“You should listen to the kid Harver.” Liz said standing behind the lightning spear with a Patty in her gun form pointed right at the back of his head. “I don’t want to shoot a friend in the back of the head.”

With a growl Harver let go of the reaper and took a step back. The buzzing was so loud it was difficult to speak through it.

“W…we just want to know where Kilik’s staying at the moment.” Thunder said walking over to the Shinigami.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about Miss Thunder,” Kid said dusting himself off, “Kilik is where he’s been for the past three years in the ce-“

“I told her.” Harver cut his arms crossed as he stood beside Thunder. “no point hiding it from the kids. Would’ve brought Fire too if he wasn’t still unconscious.”

“I told her so you can cut the act,” responded the enraged spear.

“You what?!” Kidd shouted before stopping himself and taking a breath, “and you didn’t consider the possibility they would turn the city to a pile of ash ?”

“And lookie here, the city is totally a pile of ash now,” Harver retorted, “Fire and Thunder deserves to know. And they aren’t just natural disasters you know? They’re kids who lost their father who happens to have come back from the dead. Now tell us where Kilik is staying, before I show you that it isn’t only the twins who can be a natural disaster”

“Uncle Harver, don't do this,” Thunder said standing between Kidd and the spear, “it’s not like you act like this.”

“Listen to the shaman Harver,” Liz said, her gun still pointed straight at the man, “don’t make us do something we’d all regret.”

The room seemed to stand still for a moment, the buzzing of electricity now sounding like swallows flocking. As the shinigami and the lightning spear started each other down.

The silence finally broke with the death god sighing. “Fine! This at least makes my hone easier,” Kidd said, pinching the bridge of his nose before holding out a piece of paper with an address, “this is Kilik’s current. Just make sure not to cause a commotion. And if anything happens it’s on you, you hear?”

“Loud and clear,” Harver said, turning around and leaving.

“Thank you uncle Kid,” Thunder gave a nod before following the older weapon out.

As they made their exit they were eyed cautiously by both Thompson sisters and Death scythe.

“Kidd you may not want to look outside for a while.” Liz said.

“They reoriented the pictures in the hall didn’t they?” Kidd signed, “I guess I deserved this.”

“Should we have warned them that Dr Stein is visiting Kilik at the moment?” Patty said as she transformed back into her human form.

The three would look over to the blond weapon with a worried expression.

“I think…Thunder should be fine..” Kidd said in a shaky voice.

[redhalcyons]

» a soul untethered

pairing: Hanma Shuji/Kisaki Tetta

word count: ~3,500

rating: Teen and Up, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply

tags: Reapers, Supernatural Elements, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Near Death Experiences, Canon Compliant

summary:

"Hey there, kid,” Hanma says, aiming for gentle but landing at amused; it’s his default setting, and too tough of a habit to break. He leans back on the palms of his hands casually. “What’s your name?”

He already knows, of course, because he knows everything. But to the boy, he’s only human.

“Kisaki Tetta,” the kid responds, obviously in pain but speaking clearly like he takes great pride in his name. It’s a valiant attempt, if not for how his face flushes with the effort.

Hanma nods, watching Kisaki’s hand move to scratch at the skin of his other arm. The flesh is red and raw, covered in hives, and Kisaki’s mouth hangs open to take in desperate breaths.

Anaphylaxis. Hanma reaches out to stop Kisaki’s scratching, noting how he shivers at the touch but keeps his hand by his side where Hanma leaves it.

“I’ll tell it to you straight,” Hanma says, staring into hazy eyes that try to focus on him. “You’re dying.”

( read here )

notes: This fic is INCOMPLETE, and it will not be completed. Please read the author's notes in the fic for more info! Chapter 2 + the notes for the rest of the story will be posted next week.

[unumthemerciful]

Death, Skateboards, and the Snake

Huh, forgot me and my sibling even wrote this little tale. Hope you enjoy! 🏳️‍🌈

“Damn,” The grim reaper said as they took a hit from my joint. “This stuff goes pretty hard.”

“I know,” I replied in a solemn voice while watching Sam, my boyfriend, frantically perform CPR on my dead body just a few feet away from where Death and I were sitting on the asphalt. “Got it from my plug Tommy awhile back.”

“Wait, Tommy Gutiérrez?” The reaper asked as they passed me back my joint.

“Yeah,” I answered as I watched Sam give my lifeless body mouth to mouth. “How’d you know that?”

“I actually reaped his uncle’s soul back in the eighties.” The human skeleton dressed in a black robe replied.

“Damn, small world man,” I said before taking a hit off my “ghost” joint. “Hey, how’s this thing work anyway? Did it have a soul too or what?”

Death makes a disgruntled noise, waving its hand.

“Don’t think about it too hard. Anyway, Charles,” Death said as they got up dusting off their robes with gangly white hands and looking down at me. “Are you ready to do this?”

Exhaling a trail of smoke that reminded me of a slithering snake, I answered, “Yeah, let’s do this.”

The night air is crisp, the stars few, and even though I was technically a “ghost”, the uphill walk to reach Mulholland Highway’s infamous stretch of road aka, “The Snake” still managed to get me winded somehow.

Once me and death finally make it all the way up the very tip of the snake’s tail, I turn to the robed figure standing at my side, and with my newly acquired phantom board in hand, I finally ask, “So, if I beat you, I get a second chance, right?”

“Sure kid,” The grim reaper replied with a condescending laugh before adding, “But if I win, which I certainly will, you have to tag along with me to the other side without any moaning or whining.”

“Fair enough.” I said and dropped my board on the asphalt while placing my left foot firmly on the grip surface.

Positioning the rest of my body, I look down at the slithering road ahead. I swallow nervously, still as afraid of the inky black stretch of pavement as I was in life. Turning my gaze over to the reaper, I watch attentively as they reach inside their robe and pull out a board of their own with a stylized skull on its deck. I roll my eyes. Typical. Dropping the board on the road, death readies itself as well.

“Remember,” Death says nonchalantly while gazing down at the road too. “First one to reach the snake’s head wins.”

“Whatever,” I coldly replied.

“Oh, before I forget,” The reaper said, turning to me. “You’ll need this to cross the river Styx when you lose.”

Reaching into their sleeves again, the reaper pulls out a quarter and tosses the shiny object my way. Catching it with my right hand, I study it and quickly notice the year on the coin.

“Nice, the year my old man died.”

“For luck,” The reaper replies with a chuckle.

“Thanks,” I said before throwing the quarter straight ahead of me with all my ghostly strength, and adding with a shout, “But screw you!”

Again, the reaper laughs before we ready ourselves one last time.

“Three,” The reaper starts the countdown.

“Two,” A random punk song enters my ghost brain.

“There!” We both launched ourselves down the snake’s body.

At first, the two of us are neck and neck in speed, I bite my lip as I try to pick up speed. But to my horror, things quickly change when the reaper squats down to their knees, and suddenly zig zags down the snake’s main body at impossible speed, before they’re out of my sight in the blink of an eye.

I lost… I think to myself, dread settling into me, but still… I can’t give up. Even without a single view of the reaper ahead of me, I can still hear their laughter within the brisk veil of night. Asshole.

Unbeknownst to both of us however a few feet ahead, while the grim reaper continues to cackle maniacally, the quarter bearing my old man’s year of death sits up straight and proud, having miraculously landed partially inside a tiny crack on the road. Suddenly all I hear is the condescending laughter cut short with a grunt, “OH SHI—"

Seconds later, I have to swerve wildly to dodge all the random pieces of bone flying at me from within the dark. Passing the reaper’s discarded robe and their unoccupied board still rolling down the road at a snail’s pace, the song playing inside my nonexistent brain ended as I finally reached the tip of the snake’s head. I had won. I had beaten death. Well, for now, at least…

“Te felicito mi hijo,” My old man’s voice said softly from behind me. “Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.”

As I turned around… I immediately wake up back in the world of the living.

“Charlie, Charlie!” My boyfriend cries as my hazy vision soon focuses on his teary eyes.

“Sup,” Was all I could come up with.

Unlike most deaths on this earth, this one ends with the kiss of life.

End.