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lolatulips · 9 months ago

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"... That's not a bird."

Well well well, hello there! Guess who's been having a time with Rhythm Doctor and decided to put one of her favourite little guys in there just for the fun of it!

For the uninitiated, meet Allen Impala! He was the deuteragonist to Joshua in one of my older projects, Ask Joshua Freeman. I really like him and the main cast from there mean a lot to me, so I've decided to bring them over to my mainest hyperfixation so I can have more fun putting them in situations, starting with Al!

To celebrate the occasion, I've even taken the liberty of updating his old character ref a little to better suit what I'm going for with him this time.

And what might I be going for, you may ask? Why, an Interloper, of course! Allen is a little interdimensional traveler, going to boundless places in the multiverse and across dimensions... in order to STEAL as many precious items of interest as he can.

That's right, baby! Allen is a little Cat Burglar this go around! With the help of his goggles to see whatever might be of value, he sneaks and takes in order to send his findings off to a land between dimensions, somewhere that something (or things) are willing to buy just about anything from him. In return, he gets money, games, food, and a base of operations he calls "Fort Thievery!"

Unfortunately, he ended up in Middlesea Hospital during one such attempt at an excursion and was found out as he was hiding in the vents and feasting on junk to try and curb his neverending appetite. From there, doctors asked him questions, monitored him, panicked over the unnatural speed that his resting heart rate took on, and generally made it a lot harder for him to do his job in retrieving goods to steal. But hey, it isn't all bad! At least most of these people are either nice, entertaining, or willing to get him food or aid in whatever way they can! And hey, with one quick call, the rest of his friends might be able to come on over and have some fun around here too, make things a lot less lonely around here!

Now if only he could find his phone...

I'm really so happy to introduce him to this world fr haha, please do not hesitate to ask any questions about this little goober gremlin, I'd be more than happy to answer them!

#my art #rhythm doctor #rhythm doctor janitor #rhythm doctor oc #oc allen impala #feel free to draw him if you want I'd be honoured!#he is a menace but oh so loving too ahaha!#i cannot wait to show off the others and figure out things for them too #it'll be great!

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sofreddie · 7 years ago

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The Winchester Way: Part 1

Summary: The Winchesters, best of the best in the hunting world. Their family have always been the best, as long as time can remember. Other hunters send their kin to the Winchesters for a few years for extensive training. Their methods are unorthodox, but they all know, to be the best...you must endure the worst.

Characters: Sam, Dean, John, OC Allen, OC Melody, Reader

Warnings: Angst, Torture, NSFW, Dark Dean (yes, that’s a warning), Kidnapping, Threatening Behavior, Mild Molestation (of an adult), (Please heed the warnings!!!)

Word Count: 1,828

A/N: So I was told that I was not living up to my full writing potential because I was not tapping into my darker side. Well, here is my dark side in all it’s angsty, threatening glory. Heed the warnings!!! I think I entered all the warnings for this part. Shout out to @sis-tafics. She’s not exactly a beta - and refuses to be called such - but we’ve agreed on “Creative Collaborator” for bouncing around ideas with me, putting up with my insane ramblings at all hours, and ensuring me this doesn’t suck! Love ya Jill! Also, special thanks to @arryn-nyx who suffered so much to make this aesthetic just right!!

The Winchester Way. It’s the way of the hunting world. The champions of history make the rules, all others follow in step like the good little soldiers they are. For centuries, the Winchester bloodline has ruled the hunting world with an iron fist. They know everything, have access to all information, and have so graciously taken it upon themselves to train all other hunters in their ways. Effectively, creating a well-trained army against the forces of the Supernatural world.

The Winchesters maintain a large bunker in the heart of the country. Their facilities are vast, allowing them to take in upwards of twenty trainees at any given time. Some trainees are offered as tribute, continuing the traditions of being trained under the Winchesters that their own families have maintained for decades. Some are obtained, taken with minimal negotiations as the Winchesters see fit, often as payment for their services and interventions.

No one dare complain. The Winchester network is far and wide, their power unrivaled. John and Mary Winchester ruled with great power and some compassion. However, as they grow older, they are looking to retire and withdraw from the hunting world. Their empire thus falling onto the shoulders of their two sons, Dean and Sam. Dean, being the older of the two, has taken on the role of ‘Leader-in-training’. He too ruling as his father before him, but with a significant lack of compassion. He feels compassion only leads to weakness, his reign reflecting the darkness of the world and within himself.

Previously, training regimens consisted of working with the individual, building up their natural talents and making them stronger. But Dean has argued that this only leads to cracks and weaknesses that can be exploited. His beliefs - his new process - is to completely strip and break the soul and spirit of the individual, leaving them blank and ready to be refilled with the skills and knowledge to be the best hunters possible.

John walked the halls of the bunker, on a mission to find his son Dean. He knew Dean loved hands on work with trainees, so he would likely be in the underground dungeons. Generations before, the bunker had been modified to provide an intricate dungeon beneath the main facility. The dungeon was used, not only for training, but for housing some Supernatural beings for questioning, training, and - educational purposes. Dean practically lived in the dungeon, unless he was having his way with a trainee in his quarters.

John opened the door and descended the concrete steps to the dungeon floor, muffled cries and varying screams reaching his ears. Over his lifetime, the sounds became mere background noise, like a ceiling fan whirling in the living room. He made his way through the halls, opening a heavy iron door to a large room.

Dean stood inside, shirtless and in jeans and boots, circling menacingly a crying trainee, tied to a chair.

“Untie yourself.” He demanded, his tone strong and steady.

The whimpering female struggled, blood dripping from her wrists as she continued. She went lax, resting from the struggle. Dean lifted the small blade in his hand and drug it across her collarbone.

She cried out in agony. “I can’t! P-please!” She begged.

Dean scowled. “Begging? I thought I taught you better than that?” He leaned on the arms of the wooden chair, his face inches from hers. “Do you think they’ll relent because you beg them to?!” His eyes burned holes into her. She fought to control her breathing as she struggled with the bindings once more.

Dean drug the blade across her thigh, a deeper cut than before. “You get free and it all stops,” he purred. She struggled against the pain, nearly biting a hole in her cheek to keep herself from crying out and begging once more.

John leaned against the door frame, watching the scene unfold. Melody was a favorite of theirs. She had been with them for six months, offered as a tribute by her family who had all endured the training in their years before her. She struggled in the chair, her blonde locks matted with sweat. Her undergarments - her only protection - were smudged with dirt and stained with blood. With a sickening pop, her thumb dislocated and she managed to break from her bindings, jumping from the chair and leaping at Dean, aiming for the blade. Dean quickly reacted, spinning her back against him, his arms pinning her own, the blade now held to her throat.

“Now was that so hard?” He whispered against her neck, licking a stripe of the sweat and grime from her as he ground his hips against her ass.

John sighed. “Dean, we need to talk.” He announced. Dean looked up, flashing his father a wicked grin, before releasing Melody with a shove. She fell forward, too weak to stand any longer. Dean reached for a chord on the wall and pulled, a soft chime resonating in the chamber. Moments later, two women appeared, lifting Melody from the ground and carrying her away. Dean watched them leave before turning to the wooden table in the room and cleaning his blade and hands.

“New case?” Dean queried, his focus on his work.

“Not exactly. You remember the Y/L/N family?”

Dean turned to his father, his brow creased. “The twins...uh, Allen and Wayne, right?”

John nodded. “They were some of my first round trainees years ago and became excellent hunters. As far as I know, Wayne is still out there, fighting the good fight,” Dean nodded in agreement, “But Allen retired several years ago, once his eldest reached ten. He wanted to be around for them and remove his family from the hunting life.”

Dean clenched his jaw in frustration. There was an order to things. Hunting families only retired or got out if their children were of age to take over responsibilities for the family. A hunter leaving the life and sheltering his family from it was against their rules, against the Winchester Way. It wouldn’t be tolerated.

“His eldest, Y/N, just turned eighteen. She should be undergoing training. I called Al and spoke to him, but he refused.”

Dean nodded his understanding, pursing his lips. It was time to claim a tribute. He gathered his items, prepared to head for his room and pack a bag for travel.

John stopped him, grabbing him by the arm before he could leave. “She knows nothing about the hunting world or what we do. She has no idea what this is all about.” He paused and smirked. “And I’ve been told she’s one of the best looking women around, pure as the driven snow.” Dean’s grin grew to match that of his father’s as he nodded his acknowledgement with renewed excitement and interest. It was about time for a new personal toy.

A Fine Tribute

Dean parked the Impala in the driveway of a quaint house in a nondescript suburban neighborhood. It was shortly after dinner time, the sunlight waning in the distance. Dean checked his pistol and ammunition, before tucking it into the holster on his thigh.

“Alright, Sammy,” Dean began, turning to face his brother in the passenger seat. “We’re here to claim Y/N Y/L/N and her father Allen Y/L/N. Dad requested he be brought before them to prove his continued fealty after what happened.”

Sam smirked, pulling slightly at the corners of his mouth. He knew well of the punishments for violating Winchester laws and looked forward to the entertainment.

“Alright, you know the drill. Let’s keep it as quiet as possible. Hopefully the old bastard doesn’t put up much of a fight.” Sam nodded in agreement as they climbed from the car. Approaching the front porch, Dean knocked on the door, hearing shuffling within. The door opened to reveal an aging male in his fifties, salt-and-pepper hair and beard filling out his thinning face.

Dean smiled a toothy grin. “Mr. Y/L/N!” He proclaimed happily as he forced himself into the home, Sam shutting the door behind them both.

“D-Dean?” The man stuttered, clearly flustered. “Please don’t do this.” He whispered, pleading.

Dean slapped an arm on the man’s shoulders, holding him tight as he walked them further into the house and forced the man to sit in a wing back chair in the living room.

“Now, Allen,” Dean began, clicking his tongue as he licked his teeth. “You know better.” He stood before Allen, wagging his finger like a scolding parent. After a pregnant pause, Dean continued. “Where’s the lovely Y/N?” Allen appeared about to protest when a gentle voice rang from the bottom of the stairs.

“Dad? Is everything ok?” The young girl stood, fidgeting with her hands, her brow creased with worry. Dean’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. His father hadn’t lied, she was stunning. Her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair fell about her heart-shaped face. Her Y/E/C doe-eyes were wide and bright. Her purity flowed from her in waves, nearly knocking Dean over with the overwhelming urge to devour her.

“Everything’s okay, Sweetheart. Go back upstairs.” Allen cooed at his daughter, trying to offer a gentle smile. She looked between the large men in the living room, hesitant, before turning towards the steps. Dean met her in two quick strides, gently grabbing her by the arm and turning her towards him.

“Are you Y/N?” He whispered to her, his voice smooth as water as he turned up his charms. She nodded, looking down at her hands. Dean smiled as he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “You are lovely.” He breathed, emphasizing each syllable with precision.

“P-please, don’t take her from me. She’s not fit for this, she doesn’t know anything about it!” Allen pleaded, attempting to rise from his seat before Sam forcefully pushed him back down into the chair.

“You know the rules, Old Man.” Dean spat, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “Come on, Sweetheart.” Dean urged, dragging her gently towards the door.

“B-but…” She started to protest, Dean silencing her with a hush and a finger to his lips.

“Sammy, grab Allen.” He turned to see his brother yanking Allen from the chair and forcing him towards the door, nodding his approval. Allen continued to fight, pushing Sam from him and lunging towards Dean. Without a flinch, Dean drew his pistol and aimed it directly at Allen’s head, his stare cold and steady. Allen froze, his eyes on the barrel mere inches from his face. Sam stood and grabbed Allen with more force, his own anger radiating off of him. The brothers placed Y/N and Allen in the backseat of the Impala before driving off towards the bunker. Allen held his daughter close to him as he whispered continued apologies. Y/N’s concern grew as, for the first time in her life, she watched her father shake and shed tears.

[Part 2]

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