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cerysdelaney · 3 years ago

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Hello! This is Sugar! Wanted to let you know I think you are an amazing writer and I believe in you! I had a quick question for you tho, how/when did you know this was what you wanted to do?

Sending you love!!💚💚💚

Short answer: This has been a long and broken path. Wanting something and making it happen was a series of false starts and self reflection.

But I have always loved storytelling. So here’s my long answer:

I started making OCs for my favorite shows since I can remember. They were all originally self inserts with powers or alterations. To name a few, I had a best friend to Sonic, a sixth Power Ranger, and an immortal being of the Force that helps Luke on his journey. There were so many.

My first fanfic was in Harry Potter, and… well… I don’t know if anyone remembers Fanfiction.Net and it’s toxicity level in the 90s… (who knows, maybe it’s never changed?) But my tiny little 12-year-old-written self-insert was eaten alive and spit out to die slowly. I had like 12 views, no likes, and 3 comments of vile cruelty.

So then I only wrote for my friends. I created a multiverse combining OCs from Dragonball Z to Star Wars… Gundam Wing to Harry Potter… Xanth to Xena and Hercules. I made their descendants, lore, etc. But it was all for my friends’ eyes alone.

In high school, I went to Creative Writing summer camps (which I later became a camp counselor in… Ah, summer jobs…). In college, one of my majors was English with an emphasis on Creative Writing. But I did realize I had another calling by then too. One that was a bit more stable. And, honestly, Creative Writing courses killed my drive to write. I was looked down on for aspiring to be a “genre writer.” And it’s crazy to think I listened to them, but I did… except once…

In my senior year of college, for my last story, I wrote about Lucifer’s fall from the perspective of the fallen angel himself. It was inspired by John Milton’s Paradise Lost (which I had taken an entire course on) and my own battle with my faith, Catholicism. I had been an active member in the church, but in college I finally let myself explore parts of me I didn’t before. I had sex. I let myself finally acknowledge that I wasn’t straight. I had more sex with everyone. I dated guys and girls, non binary and trans. And I became an outsider to the world I once knew. All that taken into perspective, I felt for a character who used to be so close to God’s right hand, and then loses his position because of choices that didn’t fall in line with the teachings. So I wrote from my heart in a tale as old as patriarchy.

And no one in class made a goddamn negative critique.

I don’t know how many of you out there have ever taken a creative writing class, but I still can’t put into words how shocking it was to not receive even a single red note. Not even that pretentious jackass who was already published in multiple online magazines had any comment for improvement. Instead, what was supposed to be a fifteen minute round robin of commentary became an hour long conversation about how jarringly relatable Satan is as a protagonist. Some were grappling with God as a tyrant. Others enjoyed the juxtaposition of Jesus and Satan. It was awesome. It was fun. It was everything I wished a my entire four years had been: talking about ideas.

But then I didn’t get a single call back from any graduate schools when I decided to use that piece and genre fiction in my portfolio. So I focused instead on the job I did get that does the other thing I love.

And I stopped writing.

Fast forward almost ten years. I’m now married, career secure, and looking to have a baby. I haven’t grappled with the fact that I love sex but have married an asexual man who I love beyond words. I’m also going into heat. (That’s a more honest way to describe the “ticking clock” everyone talks about as you near your 30s and then get into it. Holy hell ovulation is a hungry beast).

I needed an outlet, and it couldn’t be private. I was already too private. At the same time as I’m grappling with this, a friend introduced me to this deliciously dark character of Gaster in Undertale, and I just… started writing.

I created an AO3 account under the name Dark Crystal Demon and I let myself write whatever I wanted to write. I wrote rape by plants and ghosts. I wrote about women with dicks. Myself with a dick. I wrote about BDSM and Master/Pet play and It. Felt. So. Good.

I feel alive writing whatever I want because I can’t be whatever I want in real life. I honestly can’t. I’m highly respected in my career, but that all goes away if I reveal an account like this. I want to keep the career I have. So welcome to my secret den of dreams and nightmares. I’m very good at decorating closets I find myself hiding in.

I didn’t plan on writing for others, but my love for pleasuring others has definitely intermingled with my love for writing erotic content. Most of the time I write for me, but there are a few of you in my DMs who know when I’m writing for you ^_~ I can’t help but tease you. I adore you so.

Teasing friends made me realize I like world building around people’s desires. So that’s when I started taking commissions. But balancing family, career, and writing has been difficult these last five years. You all who have been with me for a while have seen my giant hiatuses in fanfics, etc.

During this pandemic I realized I wanted to finally give writing it’s chance. Instead of taking another career-advancing task, I decided to stay where I am in my job. So for the first time in a very long time, I can finally use my free time for my hobby and not extra work. (Can I just say, making a calendar for when I’m going to work on different fics, commissions, Master Classes, and erotic articles is exhilarating.)

So here I am. Told you it was a long story. Communities in writing are just like relationships, some are abusive and treat you poorly. I got lucky and found one that has let me be me. That’s why, when I tell you all I appreciate your support, it’s coming from the center of my soul. Thank you for letting me be me, especially you, Sugar. You are a very cherished supporter. 💜

#ask #sugar #Cerys talks #path in writing #long ramble #writing advice #write for yourself and your people will find you #at least that’s my experience #thank you for your support

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vitosscaletta · 4 years ago

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personality + relationships for julia & background + relationships for lucia 😌

rips you off and makes banners <3

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment?

chaotic good/neutral. more neutral/lawful later on

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?

Not looking at it in-depth but entj 😳

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?

Writing obviously... Mostly her little newspaper articles though, she’s not creative enough to write fiction :/ Other than that she likes to read, mostly the standard literature of the time (she’s a big fan of Ernest Hemingway.. 😳) or some of her mom’s old stuff and a few other columnists she looks up to :) Also medical books her dad has in their living room. She reads those too. She also picked up sewing at some point in the late 20′s/early30′s but she’s kinda. whatever about it. Mostly did it when she couldn’t afford new clothes and tried to change the silhouette of her old stuff

What are they bad at?

Driving 😔 she’s not... bad... she’ll just yell at anyone for no reason and break speed limit all the time

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?

No lol but she smokes... sometimes 😒

What are their goals and motivations?

God she’s ambitious as hell and it has mostly to do with her job... she wants to be a famous journalist or something but most of all to be taken seriously? Insert that saying about having to work twice as hard as a man to get half as much respect. Besides that, she also believes whatever she puts out into the world could somehow change things for the better :) It’s a little naive so she’d never tell people but.

What are their manners like? Any habits?

Her manners are.. good? But she’s chatty and won’t shut up and says whatever is on her mind so

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

She’s friends with almost everyone at Salieri’s (except Frank ig just because I couldn’t see them interacting much.. and Vinny..) and mostly just hangs out with them, she doesn’t really interact with other people anymore. Friend group that consists almost exclusively of italians <3 Her best friends are Olive and Sarah, maybe also Carlo since he always hangs around the bar too while the others are doing idk mafia things and plays cards with them :/ She’s friends with the other guys too though. Including Ralphie to some degree, she feels sorry that everyone makes fun of him... then laughs at whatever mean shit the others say about him and feels bad about it 😔

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Oh you know 🙄 has a stupid little crush on Sam because she likes evil men i guess... idk what to say because there’s. A lot. They hold hands on her dads couch, get together like a year later because hes a freak etc. You know how it ends in canon but in the sexy superior au they get married in 1939/1940 something but nothing changes bc she was living in his crappy little italy apartment anyway :) also no kids god..

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Hmmm mostly her parents. Yes her dad is a crooked doctor but she wants to be like that too... He ends up in prison in the canon timeline though :c Also her late mother... she was an author (not a well-known one lmao) who died in the late 1910s :/ She trusts uhhh.. her dad and her friends I suppose.. her close friends.

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She dislikes/hates a lot of random people because she’s petty but has no real enemies? Maybe Morello & his gang but just because everyone else does.. She has the exact same opinion on him as Salieri so whenever he talks shit she’s like “haha YEAH! >:(”... then he goes crazy in the end :/

Do they have any pets?

Yes, a cat :) his name is Louie

Are they good with kids? Animals?

With kids... yeah, to some degree? She’s the cool aunt who teaches kids swear words like “oh nuts” and tells them (child-friendly versions of) stories about her mafia friends but she’s not really someone who could take care of a child all day 🙄 Animals... yeah? She’s good with cats but probably nothing else

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like?

She was born in Parlermo in the 1920s but her family moved to america when she was very young so she has no memory of her old home :/ They weren’t very well off in sicily and that didn’t change when they moved, her parents worked shitty jobs with low pay so they didn’t have much & lived in some ugly little apartment in little italy with their three kids... Lucia had to take care of her brothers most of the time because her parents both worked.. and was usually the one who had to beat the other kids’ asses when they got into trouble with any of them 😒 She spent most of the free time she had studying and doing things for school so she could get a proper job and wouldn’t end up like her parents or whatever

What’s their family like?

Her parents like I said are both from Sicily.. her dad is a mechanic and mostly worked in some little garage. The earning wasn’t that bad for the time but he made a few debts to the bank (and other people trying to pay those off) in the 1930s so you know :/ Her mom worked part-time in some random store lol.. they loved her obviously but they were very strict and had a billion expectations while also not really being around enough. They do support her trying to do well in school, mayyyyybe also going to college and all that but still expect her to get married instead of pursuing a career in the end so she can become a proper housewife 😒 She also has two younger brothers, Antonio and Frank.. they’re closer and like i said... Lucia is the cooler older sister who beats up the other kids who mess with them. They don’t have much lore but.. they exist..

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold?

None... idk.... empire bay library where she works in the late 40′s/early 50s :) she initially just works there as a librarian but becomes an archivist in 1950 something.

How do they fit into their “story”?

Just like Mia, she’s Vito & Joe’s friend from childhood.. dumb teenage antics that end after high school and they grow apart while Vito is in the army and Joe does... crime things. She’s just doing her own thing until the like 2 months where Vito isnt in prison.. where she has to drive his ass home after he & Joe robbed that one jewelry store :^) also they all meet up again in 1951, life is good for 3 months

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like?

Some crappy little apartment complex in Westside except her apartment looks nice 😌 it’s nothing fancy but it’s cozy and nice, lots of books lying around (there’s a system to it according to her), some old furniture mixed with new mid-century style ones. She has a little sunburst clock hanging there.

How do they eventually die?

Uhhh probably just of old age... in a swamp..

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Her childhood friend group that I mentioned, consisting of Vito, Joe and Mia :) They all lived in the same crappy neighborhood and went to school together.. Apparently Joe was the neighborhood bully whch is funny as hell to me but also. Lucia got into his “gang” when he picked on her little brother and she threatened to beat his ass.. meanwhile Vito actually had to do that to get into their group lmao. They met Mia like two years later in church and all became friends when Lucia helped her out in school 😳 She’d definitely consider Mia her best friend, they still hung out after their little friend group fell apart :(

She’s also friends with Giuliana and by association Henry (not really she just hears about him from like everyone)

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

godd obviously she wasn’t the one who started shit but she gladly went along with whatever stupid bullshit the others were doing. She’s supposed to be the responsible smart one or something but she’s not... she’s the one who causes more trouble to help the others somehow 😌 Shoplifting antics

She started being responsible after graduating high school when her parents told her to do something with her life so she’s like... “time to stop hanging out with criminals and focus on college...”. she really misses it though :(

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Ahem.... she and Vito.... Childhood friends to lovers 😌 they were just friends in high school & she thought she’d never see him again after he got arrested but she does in 1945. Then he gets arrested again :)) Uhh she probably briefly dated a few people during that time but nothing ever came out of it. They get together in 1951 though but i cant talk about my mafia ships here or I’ll combust. They also probably have kids idk yet.. they look like kids people

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

She trusts..... her friends. and her brothers. Doesn’t really look up to her parents though because that’s exactly what she doesn’t want to be :(

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She doesn’t have any enemies she just hates some random people by association (the irish gang, some random mafia men she doesnt know)

Do they have any pets?

Two cats. Ocs by me owning cats cinematic universe

Are they good with kids? Animals?

Yes, she’s good with both :)

#THANK YOU 💗💗💗 sorry this took ages.. gets distracted from ask meme you sent by talking to you in dms #the gc too actually #c: julia #c: lucia #mafia 1 brain activated #ok also getting a solid feeling on Lucia now.. :)#jennystahl

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missn11 · 4 years ago

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Alright, you ready for this? Taika: 📔🌸 Oswald: 🔥📀 Gloria: 💛🌳

@nessynoname aw thanks for the ask about my vtmb babies! 😍 btw this is going to be a long boi! XD

Taika: 📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Taika of course finds magic and the occult super interesting even before she became a Tremere, her parents were New Age and very superstitious so they had a ton of occult or witchy spellbooks around the house and their interest rubbed off on her.

Although if she’s in unfamiliar company she’ll downplay her interest to something that doesn’t sound too crazy but with her closest friends especially ones that are witches themselves she will nerd out for hours! One of the things she loves about being a vampire is that she gets to learn and discuss magic without looking nuts!

She also likes to discuss politics, even more so as a vampire.

Looking up spells, occult lore, or urban legend conspiracies in either books or the internet is something that Taika loves to do, especially on a lazy Saturday or Sunday. She also loves to go out dancing and always goes out to the nearest nightclub when going on a date.

Do not ever take Taika to a sports game, she’ll get bored to tears and hates the food they serve at sports stadiums (she was a food snob XD) another thing she likes about being a vampire, no-one expects her to got to a sport’s game! lol

🌸What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

Taika has spent a lot of time perfecting her laugh to be pleasing to other people’s ears, she used to snort while laughing but not so much anymore (although there are times the snorting does slip in and that was when she was in LaCroix’s company when he managed to make her laugh and he found that rather endearing.)

Taika does have a lovely singing voice, though not of the chart-topping superstar level of singing ability but certainly lovely enough to win some karaoke competition. :D

Her family moving to the US from Finland when she was eight years old, Taika’s native Finland accent got her made fun a lot by the other kids at school and yelled at by adults to speak better English when they couldn’t understand her very well. Again this was something she worked hard to ‘correct’ and now there’s barely any trace of her old accent and she sounds like a regular West Coast American.

Oswald: 🔥Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Oswald is fond of warm colours such as yellow, orange and red, colours of the sunset, really. He really doesn’t care browns, especially if they aren’t warm browns.

Even though he couldn’t always afford it, he enjoys the silk fabric men’s shirt (especially if they have an elaborate pattern), oak wooden furniture feels good on his fingertips and he had a second-hand oak wood desk in his apartment before his embrace (sadly he couldn’t get it back since his parents took it into their home as a reminder of him) and the type of texture of food he tends to love are crunchy, potato chips, crispy fried chicken (Freaking Chicken! XD) and on the healthier side, carrot sticks. and of course, he loves the feel human/vampire flesh during sexytimes! 😉

Anything less than a 100% cotton fabric is something he dislikes wearing, they give his skin a reaction like a little rash. anything too squishy in his furniture or food isn’t something he cares for much. (Don’t say the word moist around unless you want him to shudder uncontrollably!)

Oswald does listen to all kinds of music genres but he’s very into Nirvana, Hole or anything grunge, it just speaks to him in so many ways, even more so when he’s a vampire. 😢

The only type of music he doesn’t care is modern country music, it sucks in his opinion.

When he was still human, Oswald loves sunny days, and wishes now having become a vampire he had spent more time watching the sunrise or sunset instead of letting himself get overtaken by his work in life.

Cloudy weather used to get him down a little when he was alive, though it doesn’t bother him too much as a vampire.

Oswald doesn’t like to admit it to many but he loves a good mystery novel and puzzles, it’s what’s gotten him to being an investigator in the first place. his guilty pleasure is to read a best selling crime novel and count the number of mistakes the author makes! Another thing he hates admitting to liking, trashy reality shows, heavily edited cooking competitions or dating competitions, he’ll watch them all!

As a human Oswald didn’t care much for horror movies for he doesn’t like getting jumps scared or feeling tense all the time. Now as a vampire, horror movies as the cliche goes don’t scare him at all (he’s seen true horror bro) and more treats them as mystery thrillers instead. Having been born and raised in California and worked as an investigator in LA and thus has seen a lot of shit, really hates any movie that puts Hollywood in a positive light, especially old Hollywood.

📀How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Gruesome crimes scenes of murder or massacres don’t affect Oswald that much anymore but Andrei’s flesh house of fun really shocked him, watching the tape twice didn't prepare him at all for the horrors that awaited him. Also finding out that Vampires and Ghosts are real shook him to the core as well.

You would have to do something so outside of Oswald’s impression of you and really weird or stupid to really confuse him, otherwise he’s seen some shit and isn’t easily confused a lot of the time.

Oswald is pretty damned observant so he does usually notice when someone is trying to manipulate him, especially in Kindred society. But having become a vampire you can play on Oswald’s loneliness to get what you want but he’ll eventually figure it out and you better be ready to run, the Prince of LA learned the hard way what happens to those who use him!

When Oswald was alive, he had a lot more people around him that he was able to trust, close tightknit family, and friends. But as a vampire, Oswald is completely cut off from those closest to him and he’s very aware of the backstabbing nature of Kindred society to ever give his trust to just anyone.

Oswald on the other hand is pretty trustworthy himself, he keeps to his promises most of the time and rarely breaks them unless you’ve proven to be complete and utter scum that doesn’t deserve to live.

Gloria: 💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

After years of anger management, Gloria is more in control of her emotions than she was eighteen. (A lot of her anger comes from her Dad apparently abandoning her and generally her Mom getting screwed around by the system for having mental problems and being forced to leave her daughter to be put in a mental hospital)

Overall, Gloria has a pretty tight hold on her emotions and refuses to let them control her, which can make her seem cold at times (Nines had thought so when he first met Gloria and it also made Velvet want to warm her up emotionally)

Again as the forementioned seemingly abandonment by her father and how horribly her mother was treated by the system has made Gloria really angry at the world and its injustices, which ended up with her getting in trouble with the law at times and her sent to anger management.

Gloria is proud that she has such a good hold on her emotions but always fears losing that control and knows that if her Dad had gone through with his plan to embrace her into the Brujah clan it would’ve been a disaster! But as she spends more time in Kindred society without any access to any therapists, she finds that her general dissatisfaction with how things are being run in Downtown LA and losing patience with Nines’ refusal to either fully take the mantle of leadership or give it someone else, is slowly having a bad effect on her control of her anger.

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

In some ways Gloria is in a better place than she was ten years ago, she’s been able to make peace with her father and start rebuilding her relationship with him, now knowing that he didn’t willingly abandon her when she was 18, and she’s not so closed off all the time, finding that she is able to be more open with her emotions. But she’s also starting to get her old anger back and that needs sorting out.

But she’s not making as many reckless choices anymore, thinking a lot about how they could affect the ones she loves so dearly. Even more so when she has become a vampire.

She’s built up a found family with Nines’ crew, Velvet, Heather, and her father and his coterie that she’s not willing to lose so she has a support system but it can’t help her from her old anger problems, now given a new source.

Gloria would tell her younger self that she should trust that anger management will help her and not try to control her anger with drugs. and also be mindful that there are predators in the world beyond people (mostly men) trying to take advantage of her and no matter what it’s still worth opening your heart to people even in this dark world.

Her younger self would tell Gloria that it’s okay to make mistakes and fuck up at times, to not take any man’s shit even from the ones she loves dearly, and enjoy every day like it’s her last.

Oh damn, that last one made me all emotional! 😭 thanks again for the ask :D

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #VTMB #Taika #Oswald #Gloria vtmb oc #asks #Tremere #Ishtarri #Ventrue #nessynoname

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 5 years ago

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Bark At The Moon Part 2

A/N: My taglist for this is open as well as my forever tags. However I warn you guys I’m no longer writing smut (it’s a personal decision) and I’m currently working on an original book so Idk how much writing I’ll get done in the future. Also my Masterlist is in my bio, but it’s only working on browser.

Pairing: Werewolf!Sam x OC

Word Count: 1614

Warnings: this is for the story over all and not any specific chapter. Language, violence, attempted rape, torture, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) marking (not ABO even though Sam is an Alpha) but I’ll will tag the chapters appropriately.

A pounding at the front door woke Nola the next morning. She groaned and rolled over in her bed, not ready to get up. She looked at her digital alarm clock and was surprised to see it was after ten in the morning. She normally didn’t sleep that late. Not even on the weekends when she was off work. But then last night’s memories came flooding back to her.

She had gotten lost in the woods and a wolf-of all things-had led her out and followed her home. She had given him the left-over Chinese in her fridge before going to take a nice relaxing bath. When she got out she had expected the beast to be gone, but he had still been sitting on her porch, gazing up at her with those expressive hazel eyes of his. It was a little unsettling, but she figured if the wolf wanted to harm her, he would have already.

Instead of freaking out about the wolf still being there or even trying to shoo him off she had grabbed her bottle of bourbon and sunk down on the porch beside him. Her robe showed off her cleavage and lots of leg, but she didn’t care. He was just an animal. She drank more than she normally would as she talked to the creature. Many of her dreams, desires, wants, and even some complaints came tumbling out of her. It was nice to be able to talk and not have someone judge her.

Now that she remembered everything that had happened she knew that the pounding wasn’t on the door, it was in her head. There was only a light knock on her door. With another groan she climbed from the bed and went to see who was bothering her on the weekend. Nikita, her best friend was out of town with her fiance so it couldn’t be her. And her parents lived in another state. They would have called before they came for a visit. She couldn’t remember ordering anything from Amazon or Wish either. It left her feeling confused about who could be at the door.

Nola opened the door to be met with a broad chest. She wasn’t short, but she wasn’t exactly the tallest woman in the world either. Slowly her gaze traveled up to meet gorgeous hazel eyes. Something about them was familiar, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. With the way her head was throbbing it was almost impossible for her to think clearly.

She cleared her throat and pulled her robe a little tighter around her. “Can I help you?” she asked softly. It didn’t matter that this man was mouthwateringly gorgeous with stunning eyes and hair that looked softer than an angel’s wings. She didn’t know him and given that her home was slightly isolated she didn’t get unknown visitors very often, if ever. His presence made her curious. What was even more curious was the fact he didn’t make her feel nervous. In fact, she felt safe with him, a total stranger. Maybe she was still drunk or maybe something more was at play.

“My name is Sam Winchester. I live in the woods near here. I was hoping I could maybe come in for a cup of coffee. If not that’s fine. I don’t mean you any harm. Just wanted to talk and tell you a bit about myself. It’s only fair after I listened to you most the night.”

Sam had this smile that was somewhat wolfish, but also made Nola think of a puppy dog. She found herself caving and opened the door. She hadn’t even caught on to what he said about listening to her last night. “Give me a minute to put some actual clothes on and I’ll join you in the kitchen. You can go ahead and make you a cup of coffee if you want. There’s a keurig and the k-cups are right next to it. Cups are hanging on hooks above it. Sugar is in the container to the right and creamer is in the fridge or milk if you prefer.”

Sam stepped into the house when Nola moved out of the way. “Thank you. I’ll go ahead and make you a cup as well. I’d say your head is pounding right now.”

She nodded. “Yeah it is,” she mumbled, giving him a curious look. She headed for the bedroom to change, shooting him a questioning glance before disappearing behind the door. How he had known that was weird, but she was too tired and hungover to try and process it right now.

Sam headed for the kitchen, making them both a cup of coffee once he figured out the machine. He was smart and it had only taken a few seconds. While he was a werewolf and mostly avoided civilization unless he and the pack needed things he was intelligent and he did understand modern technology. The pack’s house had electricity, running water, and internet. But they didn’t have such fancy coffee makers. He was used to an old school coffee pot. Luckily a keurig didn’t take much intelligence to figure out.

When Nola returned to the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a Rolling Stones shirt there was a piping hot mug of coffee sitting on the table for her. Sam was sipping his, watching her every move. He couldn’t help staring at her. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and he loved her scent. The wolf in him, the Alpha, called out for her. He wanted her, he needed her. But he knew he had to tread carefully. Move too quickly and she would freak out.

He sat his mug down and smiled kindly. “I’m sorry for waking you, but I thought it best we go ahead and talk. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“What do you mean by that?” Nola took a long drink from her coffee and frowned. It was exactly how she liked it. Only one other person knew that. Or animal rather. She had told the wolf all her favorite things the night before. Even how she liked her coffee. Things were getting odder by the second. She looked into Sam’s eyes and was once more struck by a sense of familiarity.

“I helped you get home last night.”

“No, that was a wolf. An overly large wolf with startling hazel eyes. Just...like yours…” That was why they seemed familiar, but that made no sense. “How? What…”

He did his best to look un-intimidating as he laid his hand on hers. “The wolf was me. I’m a werewolf. The Alpha of my pack. I know that’s a lot to take in, but I promise you aren’t in any danger from me.”

She looked from his hand up into his eyes. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt perfectly safe with him. “You’re a werewolf and you’re the one that helped me home last night?”

“Yeah, I am. How else would I know how you like your coffee or that you use burnt brown sugar and vanilla bubble bath?”

She flushed, smiling sheepishly. She was feeling self-conscious now that she knew he had seen as much of her body as he had and had listened to her ramble “You wouldn’t know. But that doesn’t explain you being a werewolf or the fact you didn’t hurt me last night.”

He chuckled. “There’s a lot of things the lore gets wrong about werewolves. Yes, we have a temper. We also have no choice about turning during the full moon, but we also have the choice to change at will during any other time. We still retain our minds when we turn, but we are a little more animalistic in our desires. Silver will kill us. We run in packs and we have an Alpha. It was supposed to be my brother Dean, but he didn’t want it and I was next in line.”

“Okay that explains that. But what about being a werewolf? How does that happen exactly? Are you born or changed?”

“Both. It’s a genetic thing. We pass it on and once the child reaches a certain age they change for the first time, but people can also be turned. A bite during the full moon will flood their system with the venom.”

Nola nodded and sipped her coffee. All of this was crazy, she should be running for the hills or telling Sam he was psycho. She should call the cops, but she was overly calm. Some part of her knew that he was telling the truth. She knew that he really was a wolf and he had no intentions of hurting her at all. “I don’t know why, but I believe you.”

Sam’s whole face lit up with a smile. The kind that made his eyes shine brighter and melted the heart. He was like a walking ray of sunshine. “That’s great. It makes what I’m about to tell you that much easier.”

“What’s that?”

“Wolves take mates. It’s not that much different from dating really, but at the same time it is. We claim our mates by biting them, but it won’t turn you since I won’t be in wolf form. Werewolves also knot their mates during sex and we mate for life.”

She stared at him in confusion. She was also slightly aroused. The thought of someone claiming her sent tingles down her spine. It was like something out of an A/B/O fic. The only difference was that Alphas only existed within wolf packs. “And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because from the moment I spotted you and caught your scent last night I wanted to claim you as mine.”

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#Sam #Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester x OC #Sam x OC #Sam Winchester fics #werewolf!sam #werewolf!sam winchester #werewolf!sam winchester x OC #Supernatural #Supernatural fandom #Supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fics #SPN #SPN fandom #SPN fanfiction #SPN fics #Supernatural AU #SPN AU #werewolf AU

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lettuce-king · 6 years ago

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I was looking on my phone and found some notes and a theory for Jimmy Casket. I just want to warn that this is a few years old and does not consider any of the more recent P.I.E. videos.

《Anything that looks like this is new and added now as I Re-Read it》

So without further ado, I present a 2 year old theory and notes:

Dipper mod 1- March 9th 2016

Haunted by cardboard friend- Johnny Ghost gets some of Gregory/Jimmy' s flash backs like remembering the cardboard friend name and this confuses Ghost as he tries to connect the links in his brain.

CBF Theory: CBF is a manipulative entity that attacks and feeds off of the weak (This is proved by CBF attacking Ghost without his partner Toast and when he attacked Gregory because he had no one to interact with and caused them both to go crazy)

[Crossed Out] Babby doll hide and seek (gregory) Sep, 26 2013

[Crossed Out] Murder ep 1- Jan, 12 2012

[Crossed Out] Box friend original- Sep, 15 2013

《I think I was going to do a theory that dealt with the dates but Idk.》

Jimmy Casket Theory/Notes:

1. Tommy/Timothy Casket is Jimmy' s father and not Ghost's.

2. Jimmy Casket likes to win whether it's murder, hide and seek, find it so I can eat it, TTT, or just killing someone.

3. I believe that paranormal entities detect Jimmy Casket/Gregory instead of Johnny Ghost.

4. He is ticked off by not winning, blood, being away from Toast for along time, when Ghost is confused/scared of something, annoyed by people, doesn't get what he wants.

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In Gmod murder siblings 11 "Olaf" at 14:05 Jimmy Casket states that his name is Gregory

In KING BONNIE (Gmod castle mod) at 7:49 Ghost said that he grew up on a farm

[Crossed Out] January 8th 2014 "Johnny Ghost" Gmod 4 player prop hunt 27 Ghost and Toast first appearance

《Time for the Big Theory》

Jimmy Casket the world's most renowned murderer. To solve the theory of who is Jimmy Casket? And what is his backstory? We need to go over a few things first. The 1st thing we need to go over before we start talking about Jimmy Casket is how life and death works in the Gmod/VenturianTale world. Clearly life and death in the Gmod world is not normal like it is here in reality. We live and we die, that's how it is and that's how it will always be. But we can still explain why people come back from the dead. I believe the reason people can come back from the dead is Maxwell Acachalla. Now how does Maxwell have any thing to do with Jimmy Casket? You may ask well, I'm getting there. Let me explain why I think Maxwell has to do with people coming back from the dead first. In a bank robbery with Papa Acachalla and the gang, Maxwell was killed by the Bank Teller after they figured out they were trying to steal money. When Maxwell died he met with an evil and VERY powerful entity. Who this entity is? I don't know. It could be someone we haven't met yet, or will ever meet. It could be Satan himself. Or it could be someone we've seen before, but never suspected them to be evil.

Back to what I was saying, when Maxwell encountered the entity he was offered great power as a ghost and since Maxwell was power driven he accepted the gift. When the Acachalla household encountered Maxwell again there was a curse that made them become immortal, Maxwell didn't mind because he wanted to enternally tourture the Acachallas and especially Papa and his gang as revenge for his death. When Maxwell was starting to get out of hand the Acachallas called P.I.E. aka Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast to get rid of him. When Ghost and Toast encountered Maxwell they were "killed" by him and that caused Ghost and Toast to come back from the dead.

Now, some people in the universe are also not 100% normal, for example Maloney is an alien and some people have special powers which I think is the reason Spooker and Mr. Sviggles can come back from the dead. Now that we have gone over the reason why I think some people come back from the dead, we can discuss the fact that some people aren't immortal and once they die they die. Some examples of this is John, M9KShotgun, and the ginger kid from "FNAF School Roleplay - Gmod Five Nights at Freddy's Animatronics mod (Garry's Mod)", other small one time characters, and Higgly Diggly Hoogen, yes before you start saying "But even if he gets killed he still keeps coming back" and you're kinda right, BUT he doesn't come back from the dead, one of his many other clones are sent. And the government will never run out as long as they keep cloning him. And you're still probably wondering what this all has to do with Jimmy Casket well I'm about to tell you how.

Remember that video "Gmod Cardboard Friend Mod" where Gregory was hanging out with Cardboard Friend and it slowly turned into a horror movie type scenario? Yeah? Well this is a big part of lore we need in order to solve the mystery of Jimmy Casket. Let's talk about what we know about Gregory and CBF then we'll go into what I think happened. We know that Gregory is a young easily manipulated boy that has gone through a lot. He lost his parents at an early age, he's been alone in a really creepy, old house and his only source or communication is CBF which is a ghost. Now let's get into the theories, I believe CBF is an evil, manipulative entity that is up to no good, and only wants to traumatize and kill people (and possibly take their souls). CBF's target was Gregory, CBF planned to slowly steal his soul by making him go mad, and it worked. In the video when CBF was chasing Gregory around the house it symbolized him killing Gregory, and when Gregory was sending CBF into the sky was him accepting the fact that he was dead, and finally Gregory walking out of the yard was him moving on into the afterlife. Now this is when things start to tie together, because when Gregory died he was faced with the same evil entity that gifted Maxwell great power. The entity offered Gregory something unbelievable.

BUT, before I say what the entity gifted Gregory I want to explain why he decided to gift Gregory and not some other random person. Think, this video was probably a flashback of Gregory's life which was in like the 1980s when technology was not at its peak and paranormal invenvestigating sounded pretty crazy, so there weren't many paranormal investigators. Therefore there was no hard cold proof that paranormal entities can kill people EXPECT for the "Bell Witch Haunting" which states that a poltergeist physically killed (in this case poisoned) John Bell in the 19th Centary. So death by paranormal entity was pretty rare. This caused the evil entity to bestow a gift upon Gregory, a boy that died by a paranormal entity at a young age.

Back to what the entity offered Gregory, the entity gave Gregory the chance to rule over personalities. So we're all correct when we say that Gregory is Jimmy Casket, but this goes a lot deeper than imagined...

Gregory is that insane, evil, devious side of you and your OC's when you/they lose at something, is scared, threatened, or confused. And Jimmy Casket is just one of his characters with their own backstory and a little bit of Gregory in it. Gregory is Samantha gravestone, Max Hunter, Melodie Casket, Amy Reaper, Ethan Dager, Karl Coffin, 《These are all people's "insane" OC's I looked up when originally making this》 Gavin Toast, he is even Antisepticeye and Darkiplier.

I also quickly want to mention that this personality can spread into our world too so to explain to you what I mean I'll tell you about the time I was scrolling through the comments of a story I found on WattPad and the users were talking about how they would sometimes feel the urge to stab, trip, or harm/kill people, like Jimmy Casket does, and that made it clear that the feelings they feel becomes a personality. Another thing to notice is how Jordan changes from the fun, energetic, and goofy person he is to an insane, psycopath...even his eyes change. That's right the addicting, fun, evil personality we all love to use today are one of Gregory's OCs .

And now, here we are nearing the end of the theory but there are still some things up in the air that we need to be solve before we go, Questions like Why is Ghost unaware of Jimmy Casket? And why does he act so strange around CBF? Well...I'm gonna solve these questions right now, Let's first start with why Ghost is unaware of Jimmy's existence. This simply deals with how powerful one's soul is. Johnny Ghost has been through a lot of stuff...too much stuff, this has caused his soul to weaken and decay. Since he has a weak soul Gregory's OC, Jimmy Casket had extra room to grow and fill so he added more of his own backstory in there too, in order to have a balance. This caused Ghost's childhood to get mixed up with the other backstories and whenever Jimmy/Gregory takes control it's over whelming and causes Ghost to black out. How I know this deals with how powerful one's soul is and not something else is shown in "Dipper Mod 1" when dipper's evil persona left his body and tried to stab him with an eraser. Dipper seemed to not care or worry about it and in "Dipper Mod 2" Dipper's evil clone was hanging around the store and Dipper was not worried or scared at all, he may have been a bit annoyed but that's all. That showed that Dipper has a strong soul and is very aware of his evil side the side Gregory controls.

And now to finally explain why Ghost acts the way he does around CBF. Johnny Ghost is a Paranormal Investigator which means he investigates paranormal entities wether it be a level 2 apparition or a demon he tries to get rid of it, and CBF is no exception. The powerful and smart entities notice Gregory and not Ghost so when Ghost runs into CBF Gregory starts to freak out because he is aware that CBF is his killer and CBF knows that Gregory is there and wants to traumatize him even further. Gregory acts as Jimmy Casket and not himself because he wants to try to stand up for himself in a more powerful and safer form. And if any other OC were to come face to face with CBF they would have the same reaction because they are all the same person, Gregory. So this solves the mystery of Jimmy Casket, He's just another one of Gregory's made up personalities that Gregory hides behind. And Gregory is just an unfortunate soul that was chosen to die by the hands of a ghost, which caused him to become the evil, mischievous side of everyone.

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That's it! That's a theory that I wrote about 2 years ago and never did anything with.

I used to love Venturiantale and finding this and looking back to a few of their videos was a blast to the past. It was definitely one of the better fandoms I was in when was younger and I still don't regret it one bit.

#venturiantale #venturian #johnny ghost #johnny toast #jimmy casket #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #creepy pasta #p.i.e #pie #gregory casket #cardboard friend #Maxwell Acachalla

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sweet-star-cookie · 6 years ago

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Tell us about an OC you haven't posted about yet. What do you have in the works?

OOOOOOoooooooo oh my god my favourite question ever eeeeeeeeee :’D

I have so many story and character ideas it’s honestly hard to choose ;u;

I have one story/comic idea that just sort of hit me back in May of 2018, and it’s turning out to be something quite different from what I normally do, from a stylistic standpoint at least. It’ll probably be easier to talk about the idea as a whole rather than just one character from it, but I’ll still focus on the two mains.(I’m gonna put it under the cut because I get wordy when I talk about my OCs, hehe)

Soooooo this is Demon Exchange! What you’re seeing here is a sort of header thing I made while coming up with stuff, namely the use of the logo and the slogan in relation to the characters, where “deal with” is a synonym for “tolerate”, rather than the typical meaning. On the left is Alex, a college freshman going to school to become a youth therapist, and on the right is Eva, the titular demon “exchange student” sent from Hell to maintain the agreement between it and the surface world. Eva is not your average demon however, caring very little for wreaking havoc and settling for bothering Alex instead. The story follows how these two deal with being roommates and having separate reactions to the bizarre situations they’re in, forming an unlikely friendship. I imagine it would be primarily “episodic” comics with a few longer story arcs sprinkled in, but overall the story is that simple. I have a few heavier topics they touch upon here and there but overall it’s about as lighthearted and silly as you’d expect.As a description that does sound pretty basic (and it is), but it’s more about the characters playing off each other than anything. The idea of a demon and a college student is definitely nothing new, but for me it was one of those times where new ideas were flowing like crazy; the names, the characters, the scenarios, the logo, you name it. And I fell in love with it! Before I knew it I had another seedling of a story idea, and that’s one of my favourite parts of the creative process. :D

Eva is very much an embodiment of the dry snark and sarcasm I’ve obtained over the years (and my depression moods too honestly), while Alex is the resident Good Boy™ who is trying his best. They say OCs are an extension of yourself and that’s definitely the case here. Their dynamic hits home pretty quickly for me.

Eva has a full design, Alex only has a half-made one so far (I’m sorry my boy I promise I’ll get to you soon ;;;;;;;;; )

I’m still working out the treatment of the line art, but it will be similar to what you see here in terms of the line weight, texture, and having looser lines overall. As you can see this deviates quite a bit from my normal style of art with clean, sharp, gapless lines, and usually an exorbitant amount of colour. Right now this is more akin to my rough line character sheets, but even then the lack of colour is still a big jump. If this does become a comic in the future it would be my first story ever done in greyscale. There’s a lot of firsts here actually!The only character I’ve posted from this previously is Lulu, Alex’s cat. I had drawn her design and wanted to post it at the time, and I figured a cat was ambiguous enough even with the style difference. She’s a sweetie, and Alex loves her to death. c’:

Either way this is still very much in the development stage as most of my other story ideas are. I’m going through a transition point in my life at the moment, not the least of which being my move out of Toronto, so I’ll have a better idea of what my project goals are once that happens and my life (hopefully) settles down a bit. It’s been a rough few years. x_x

I haven’t been very vocal about this project until now because I’m not sure how I want to approach the structure of the story itself. And to be perfectly honest I’m a bit scared it’ll come out of left field with what else I’m working on right now / what people expect to see from my art. ;u; That doesn’t make me love it any less but it’s definitely a stark contrast to everything else I’ve made, but maybe that’s a good thing? I enjoy the simplicity of the concept a lot, and I think it will be an interesting way to talk about some of my college experiences too. I have those experiences sprinkled into this and a few other stories I have in the pipeline, though this one is a more exaggerated take on the roommate / living in residence experience specifically.

I’ll be continuing with Starglass Zodiac as my bigger ongoing / weekly project, while my work on Moth to the Flame is my smaller one that I hope will come to fruition in some way by the end of this year, but there’s still a lot of work to be done in that regard, so we’ll see. I switch focus on projects a lot, which admittedly is a weakness of mine. ^^’ I hope to have them all come to light someday, and this one is no different!I’ve been building up my Toyhouse account to be the place with the most of my online OC and story content, so feel free to check that out if you want to see more extensive stuff in the future (there’s a lot of spoilers!). I haven’t finished all of what I want to do with it yet, but it’s nice to have a place to put it all and keep updating it as I please. I’m hoping to get more writing done for both the lore of my characters and reasoning behind their designs too. Some of the story ideas are just titles at the moment, but I love naming things and making logos so I guess that was to be expected, haha.

#uncertainty5 #thanks for the ask! :'D #I've never talked to someone about this project before so I apologize again for the word dump but I hope it was entertaining at least!#my art #my OCs #Eva #Alex #Lulu #Demon Exchange

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cloppyreads · 7 years ago

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Plans for the future (Ramble)

Right, so, two posts relating to Pride, one of them composed, the other one me being a total unfiltered butthole. I was going to touch upon this in the former post, but then considered that I wanted to have more room to talk about it in its own post instead. I got one more thing to say kinda/sorta related to Pride, but after that I’m moving onto new things. Let’s talk future fanfics!

Kind of like how I made an Explicit spin-off taking place during chapter 3 showing Nick and Judy having sex the night before she proposed to him, I want to do another spin-off showing them consummating their marriage after the end of the final chapter. I don’t get the chance to do this often, but I do like the idea of making a lengthy SFW story, but then making side-stories taking place within the same plot which is basically showing what I can’t show in the SFW story itself. It’s not gonna be that long, just some good old fashioned marital sex between newlyweds, but hopefully it’ll be a nice read if you’re like me and never get tired of mushy romantic wildehopps sex. I’ve already started working on the first draft, and knowing my rate of working and getting it proofread and revised to the final version, I’ll probably have it published... I dunno, the 25th, maybe? School starts on the 28th for me, so I’m making it my goal to have that published before school carries out its plan to stop me from having as much fun as possible.

After that, I’m more than ready to start work on the winner of the strawpoll I posted months ago, the winner of that being... wait, hold on, what?

Last time I checked, the threesome with Nick, Judy and Mrs. Wilde was in the lead. Now it’s Nick, Judy and their son James, the hybrid OC child of theirs. Did not expect that one. o.o Being truthful guys, I don’t think now’s a good time for me to make that story. I’ve only featured James in two stories, and I don’t want to sound like I’m berating myself, but I feel like he doesn’t have much personality past “he’s their child, that’s his character”. I want to make at least ONE story where he’s the main character, so I can have a chance to give him more of a personality, show his strengths and weaknesses, how he interacts with the rest of the world aside from his parents, make him feel like he has some depth and range. After I develop him a little more, then I’ll come back to the idea of him having a delicious incestuous romp with his parents, but for now, I’m gonna have to prolong that. Sorry guys; I really should have thought of that beforehand and not even made it a poll choice. You can crucify me for that if you want. >.> That aside, I think I’ll go ahead and proceed with the runner-up, the threesome with Mrs. Wilde. A number of people have been asking for a sequel to Just Like Your Father, and I think it’s way overdue. Unfortunately by the time I get to work on that, school will have started, so it’ll take me even longer to complete it and get it published. I want to say that if I get it started the first weekend of school starting, then maybe I’ll be able to get it finished around... October? Either the middle or the end of that month, IDK. But yeah, I will definitely try my hardest to make that a thing.

Aside from that story, I’ve got more outlines in my gdocs list than is probably healthy (you’ve seen me reblog the post about how authors like to come up with ideas more than actually working on them and publishing them; I wouldn’t say I like it better but it certainly seems to work out that way regardless). Let’s just check and see how many stories I have in my queue... wow, a whopping 29 outlines for fanfic ideas, and now all of them are Zootopia related (I’ll get to that later). I may have a problem on my hands. .__. It pretty much goes without saying that it’s very very VERY unlikely that I’ll ever get to finishing all 29 stories even though I’ve got them all planned out and ready to begin construction whenever I want to do so. With my rate of completion being one month at the shortest and four months (or never) at the longest, then that’s looking like... 2 1/2 years to 9 years writing out all those stories, and the idea of me writing fanfics for another decade while trying to push for a career to support myself and pay back my student loans is just unrealistic. However, I do want to see how many of these I can bring to the public in the next year or two, so whatever, we’ll just have to see what happens.

On the subject of my gargantuan story queue, I’ve played around with the idea of doing a Christmas themed story for Zootopia. Thing is, if I were to do it, I’d have to start work on it like, before the end of October. I’ve learned through experience that posting stories near holidays tends to have the reception be dead on arrival, so it would have to hit the front page of AO3 and ff.net probably within the first or second week of December for anyone to find time to read it at all.

Unrelated to Zootopia, some of you might have noticed that I posted an MLP clopfic about a month ago. Yeah. Daybreaker episode really hit the right buttons for me, couldn’t fight the urge to write something related to it. I’m still not fully back on the MLP viewing train, but a few episode premises have tempted me to watch them, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised to see the quality lived up to the hype. I do have a number of MLP outlines that I made a while ago and have been gathering dust for the past two years, but depending on my mood and if people want them badly enough, I might be tempted to dig a few of them up and give another look at them. Other than that outlines I’ve abandoned from long ago, I went ahead and wrote up one for a sequel to Burning Desire just because I was bored, so if people want to read more Evil Celestia bondage, I could probably do that. Might make another strawpoll for MLP stories specifically, IDK, we’ll see.

Other than Zootopia and MLP, I’m curious: are people interested in me writing stories for other series? I’ve got a few outlines that I wrote up for Undertale back when they hype was in full swing (before Zootopia took over my life) and while I’m not as crazy about it as I used to be, I’m still somewhat interested in bringing them to public light. Aside from that, I’ve got a Gravity Falls outline that takes place years after the ending of the series (which I might hold onto, just in the event that there’s some big event that concerns the series taking place in the future and it revives the fandom). Plus, while I’m not super into Pokemon, I’ve been curious about doing some male/male Mewtwo/Lucario erotica, which would require me to watch both movies and read up on the lore of the characters so I don’t end up writing a story without knowing what I’m talking about. Oh and weird one that occurred to me about a week ago: would anyone be interested in a Leggy Lamb story? I know that’s kind of out of left field, and pretty late to the game since she gained meme status a few years ago, but I haven’t seen anyone else do it before, so IDK. Would anyone give a crap if I wrote something focusing on her? Aside from stories based on copyrighted properties owned by mega corporations, I’ve also considered writing stories about OC’s of furry artists that I’m a fan of. Not sure if anyone who follows me is aware of @atrolux‘s OC characters Kyra and Amon, but I’ve been kicking around the idea of writing a story about how they first met (the artist himself is busy drawing up a comic about their first time having sex, but I was planning on writing about the few days before that, during the time that they’re still getting to know each other before things get lewd between them). If I was going to do it, I’d most likely wait until he’s finished with the comic and published the entire thing, but I’m just putting that out there to see if anyone following me is interested in such a thing. I’ve also thought of doing a story about a certain brother and sister belonging to a very talented and very well known artist in the furry community, but I ain’t saying no names because I haven’t talked to him at all, so I don’t want to open my big mouth without getting his thoughts on it first (if he even acknowledges my request at all when I send it).

Also, I don’t want to make it a big deal, because my life isn’t in danger or anything, but I have since the beginning of the year found out that I’ve got some repressed anxiety making things a little difficult for me, like messing with my sleeping habits and making it hard for me to keep food down. I don’t know if it’s school, loans, the state of the country, me constantly pushing myself to keep up a consistent writing pattern or all of it (probably all of it), but yeah, it’s having some very undesirable effects on me. I’m taking medication for it and exercising more which helps out a bit, but just be aware that I am having to pace myself so that I don’t overwork myself into a panic attack. I do enjoy writing and getting a response from people, but it is pretty exhausting to keep this up. And while I’m on the subject: I know that a lot of followers like to do the whole “holy crap, you’re alive!?” thing after an author has been inactive for a while, and they don’t mean anything malicious by it, but... ugh. Look, there’s two types of fanfic writers. The first is those who fart out stories in a few days, don’t read them once or even have someone else read them, and post them on a weekly basis just so their name keeps popping up on the front page of whatever site they’re posting on. The second type are those who actually give a damn about their stories, spend as much time as they need to tell it right, then spend even more time rereading it, fixing errors, having someone else read it, fixing the errors THEY point out, and then posting it once its been made as good as humanly possible. That is a LONG PROCESS. I care about my stories, I want them to be as good as I can make them, because I don’t want them to fall into the stereotype of “typical badly written fanfic”. There’s already too much of that, and neither I nor you deserve to be given more of that trash. So I know that some of you are joking when you say things like “holy crap, I thought you were dead”, but it’s really annoying. Give me some time to actually make my work quality, will ya?

so there you have it, that’s what’s sitting on my plate for the next little while: A buttload of stories, agonizing school and loans, and anxiety problems. FUN! Once I’ve had some time to finish this wedding consummation story and officially break ground on Mrs. Wilde’s sequel, I’ll think about putting some strawpolls up to see what other stories people want to see from me. Thanks for being patient with me y’all.

#Cloperella #fanfiction #rambling #update #brain dump #plans for the future

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mountainashfae · 7 years ago

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multiples of three&five for mialee and rowan??? yes this is a lot lmao have an egg in a frying pan 🍳

hahahha yes good time to have fun.

I realized after typing the answers for #3 and #5 that there were.. a LOT more to answer than anticipated.

This is a freaking infodump. I love it.

[ Super detailed questions about your OCs ]

Rowan

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

You can say Rowan had a good childhood. He got to spend a lot of time with his parents since his dad was a goober who took every opportunity to skip out on his responsibilities to be with his family, and his mother was just always with him (except for when she went back to her home in the forest to make sure everything was okay there. She was much more serious about her responsibilities as a druid). All of Rowan’s favorite memories were with his parents, usually just doing simple things like playing in the garden and literally every time his mom brought home some wild animal from the forest (his favorite was a fox that one time hid in the castle gardens instead of going back to its home). The one true bad memory would be the night when the castle caught fire and his parents died, and literally any others are mild at best in comparison.

The last bit of his childhood that he spent with Altair and Evelynn wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t quite as good as the first seven years. Altair was much tougher than Rowan’s dad (especially pushing with the fighting training), and while Evelynn coddled him in comparison to her husband, it just wasn’t the same as his mom, ya know? A lot of the villagers in Pinegrove weren’t as quick to be warm to him since he was a half-elf amongst humans, but he became close friends with two kids his age, Adrian and Shelley. The three of them were partners in crime and would often run off to explore the woods nearby (which was the same one as Rowan’s mom lived).

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Siblings? Oh heck yes let’s never forget the beautiful Aelin Thornbrook, aka Rowan’s complete opposite. As children, Aelin and Rowan were practically joined at the hip. Rowan would hold her hand and lead her around everywhere. There was practically no reason for the two to have separate bedrooms since half the time they would sleep together anyway. The only reason the two weren’t together during That Night was because Aelin was sick and they didn’t want Rowan to get sick as well. I sure wish I could comment on their relationship now that they’re adults, but as far as Rowan is aware, Aelin died in that fire. Whoopsie.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Rowan got a good ol’ Unorthodox Royal Education, so his general subjects in school were much more varied than everyone else’s. There’s no real equivalent to modern education I don’t think, and even with that he never ‘finished’ per se. They gave up trying to school him after he started helping out on the different farms in the village. He loved learning about the history and lore of Riverin, and honestly hated any and all politics-related classes.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

HE!!! LOVES!!! ANIMALS!!!! Rowan for Druid 2k17

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Rowan likes children, yeah, but he’s absolutely terrified of the idea of him having to take care of one. He has no plans of becoming a parent and the only way he would become one is by some crazy magical BS. He’d probably make a pretty uncle though. A really protective and doting one.

12. What is their favourite food?

Peach ice cream, hands down. Boiled peanuts is a close second. ;3

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

Rowan is absolutely baller at cooking, especially baking. It’s his favorite thing to do, especially when he’s doin it for others. So far, everyone has liked his cooking. Can’t wait for him to bake something again, which will likely be soon since we’re approaching midsummer in Dunks.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Rowan isn’t a huge reader, but if he were to read for fun, he’d prefer realistic fiction. When it comes to music, he’s a fan of calmer music. Punk? Rock? Metal? Pop? Not his thing really. If he were to play video games, he’d love chill games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley.

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

He’s definitely a fan of music, though he can’t play it to save his life. If a song he likes comes on or if he gets one stuck in his head, he’ll start humming along, maybe dance a little bit if he’s alone.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

This is probably one of the most patient men you’ll meet. No, he doesn’t take much BS (such as Lesdyn’s teasing and shenanigans), but it takes a lot to truly set him off and make him angry. The few times that he has lost his temper, someone has gotten punched.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Rowan prefers a soft bed when he can get one, but sleeping on harder surfaces isn’t too much of a problem for him. And what the heck is a healthy sleep pattern? This man has that recurring nightmare every night. The only difference is whether or not he wakes up screaming.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

I don’t know what you’d call what he finds funny, since he’ll have a laugh at plenty of different things, but he definitely has a sense of humor. No patience for offensive jokes of any kind though. He’ll crack jokes from time to time, but he’s not a super humorous guy. Quite a few of the ones he’ll pull are kinda him trying to make a joke about himself (usually at him messing something up), and he’ll laugh at those jokes but they don’t quite go over as well with others.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

As someone who doesn’t really get sad from much themself, I can’t really say what makes Rowan sad, other than fairly obvious things. He’s not one to cry out in the open; he’d much rather just get some space, cry himself out alone, and then re-join the group.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Me, a person who never works out at all: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You had to force Rowan to work out when he was younger, but with time he realized he needed to keep himself strong as both a Fighter and as someone who works on a farm. A lot of his exercise has been farmwork and training, though he has to rely on other exercises now that he’s away from home.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Definitely boxers on this man.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

He likes to say his guilty pleasure is taking walks in the woods, but I doubt that really counts. I don’t think he has anything that counts as a “guilty pleasure.”

This here is a simple man (who often forgets he’s a prince) who just likes to bake, spend time with animals, and make sure his friends don’t die from doing something stupid.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Being a Fighter: No

Farming: Moderate success

Baking: Hail yeah

Singing: Probably ;3c

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

In this not-quite-modern society of Dunksworld, Rowan has written many a letter and will continue to write them. He’s discovered Scype though, so that could easily be a thing he turns to in the future (with the help of Nazh of course).

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

This man??? Stay awake and alert??? Fat chance with his sleeping issues.

He’s not a fan of coffee, and prefers naturally sweet foods over super sugary ones.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Goals: Figure out how the hailstones to do the thing in Riverin and become king (not that he really wants to), Become A Druid, get Nazha to the Altar of Mhenine in one piece.

What would he sacrifice anything for?? Nazha of course.

Secret Ambition: Date That Reverend. You know the one.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Well I know Nazha sees him as a brother, the rest of the party probably sees him as an anxious goof who loves animals, hopefully they’ve all had the thought of “this man is supposed to be a prince??”

He really doesn’t see himself as that much, just a guy who has no idea where he belongs in terms of race and society, who has anxiety issues and sucks at his job as a Fighter, and also he personally has the thought of “oh wait that’s right I’m a prince” every now and then.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organize the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

Rowan?? Go to a social event on his own??? lmao yeah right. If he goes to a party, he’s getting dragged there by Nazha or Lesdyn and will be completely awkward and lowkey uncomfortable the whole time.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Not counting his clothing/weapons/armor, he would pack his cooking supplies, probably some sort of first aid, ingredient for cooking, his signet ring (which he wears around his neck anyway), and his tank of pet mice. You can fight him he’s bringing the mice everywhere.

Mialee

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

Mialee has absolutely nothing to complain about in their childhood, given they were a mule. I still need to figure out how reason for a fancy hob such as their father being down south and having a child with a trailer trash elf. Mia’s mom was a cool divination wizard/astrologist though, so I shouldn’t dunk on her too hard. Young Mialee was much too rambunctious for an elf thanks to their hob heritage, but they didn’t mature quite as quickly as a hob. I’d like to say they reached maturity/adulthood by about age 60-70. That’s a good halfway mark between the two races. Mialee was always curious, particularly about different kinds of magic and other similar topics (Languages such as Hob? Not so much). Their favorite school of magic was illusion, since it fell right in line with their prankster antics. They loved to read books about magic, but didn’t exactly have the makings of a wizard. Their favorite memories with their parents aren’t actually of them playing some sort of prank, but rather when one (or both) of their parents would sit and read a book (or five) with them. Almost hard to believe this stinker was a bookworm, until you remember that they’re always on the move and don’t really have the money for books as much anymore. One bad memory that they really prefer to not think about is the death of their father, which they weren’t physically present for. They were about 30 or so at the time (still very young for an elf and fairly young with their maturation), and it hadn’t been explained very well to them that hobs don’t live nearly as long as elves do. They came home one day to learn that their father had passed away, from a cause along the lines of old age. It was probably around this time frame that they became much harder for their elf mother and the other elves to keep track of them, since their hob parent wasn’t around anymore.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Mia has no siblings by birth, partially because they were such a handful on their own that their mother didn’t know if they could handle a second child until Mia was older. They like to say they have plenty of adoptive siblings though, namely a bunch of the kids that they met living on the streets during their century-long escapade across the coast. Weird to think about the fact that some of them have probably reached the end of their natural life. Mia’d be that older sibling who would be super protective and would dote on the adopted sibling, and those kids are usually where most of Mia’s money would go. The fun exception to this adoptive sibling deal is good ol’ Kivas “Catnip” Lazhreen, who adopted them as a sibling first and is actually (unbeknownst to the two of them) cousins. You’re the DM Theo, I’d love to see how you play out just how close of cousins they are. These two could realistically be first cousins.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Everything Mialee knows, they either learned from their parents, books, or out on the road. They only retained info they thought interesting or useful, and kinda forgot everything else (see: Hob language). They really do love learning but only care about learning stuff that interests them. The best example of this is anything related to magic.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Mia is a big fan of birds, given that 3 canon illusions have been various birds. (Concept to remember later: african gray parrot illusion) They don’t show nearly as much of an interest in other animals, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like them or get along with them.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Mialee is to children as Rowan is to animals. They absolutely love children and would do anything for one. They wouldn’t mind having a child of their own, but they’re constantly on the move and keeping up an act/disguise is such a big part of their life that they don’t know if they can really take care of one properly. They’re the best big sibling/cousin/nib you could ask for though, taking kids out for shenanigans and entertaining them with their illusions.

12. What is their favourite food?

They’re a fan of anything with honey in it. Honeycombs are a great example.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

Mia is not an expert in the kitchen, but they can cook kinda well. More often than not they’ll cast Prestidigitation to fix the flavor/temperature of the food. They’re on the road too much to learn proper cooking.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Does mythology count? Because they love mythology. Also any nonfiction text on magic. Anything on magic and you have their attention. They love upbeat music, any kind that you can dance to.

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Mia has probably found a way to sneak into a musical performance using their illusions, so write that down. They love music, though they don’t have much experience making music outside from their illusions. Which kinda counts. They ain’t much of singer but if the right song comes on, they’ll definitely start dancing to it. The only reason they wouldn’t is because they’re in disguise and can’t break character.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Now this is a fiery little hobbo! They can deal with BS but once you hit that certain point, be prepared for holy fury from their divine-gifted magic. Or at least passive aggressive antics. Make them mad and they will wreak havoc upon you.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Step 1: Wait until everyone in the room is asleep, Step 2: remove tail from hiding, Step 3: Sleep, Step 4: wake up before everyone else to hide tail.

They love a luxurious soft mattress when able, which isn’t too often. They don’t usually snore unless they’re sleeping really hard.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

Here’s an elf with a sense of humor! Their particular favorite type of humor includes trickery, pranks, and teasing; all of which is usually coming from them. Those are all things they do 24/7.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

“Life’s too short to be sad just move on and do what ya want you ain’t gonna live forever.” - Probably Mialee

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

The closest thing to exercise this kid’s gonna do is running from somebody who caught them in a lie.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

They like support and comfort in their undergarments, but yes those same undergarments are frilly. They probably purloined them from some rich person.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

Spending any sort of large amount of money on something for themself is definitely a guilty pleasure.

An unguilty one? Conning the heck outta some fool

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Mialee is good at lying, deception, disguises, illusions, and generally making up nicknames. Hobbies more or less include reading when possible and putting on a show with said illusions. They aren’t much of a singer, can’t really seem to hit the notes like they want.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

Mia? Keep in touch? With anyone? Hah!

They’d probably prefer messaging though.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Might be an elf thing or just habit, but they don’t need much sleep to be alert and function. They do love a good cup of coffee or sugary food when given the opportunity though.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

They don’t really got any goals in mind other than live life, don’t get caught, and cause shenanigans. That’s legit it. Just Carpe Diem and find whoever the hailstone is the hob in the locketwatch portrait.

They’d definitely sacrifice anything for a kid, and Kit too whether they really know it or not.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Well they’d hope that others see them as whatever front they are putting on. Whatever facade that isn’t their real self, with the exception of Kit of course. Kit is the one lucky SoB who gets all the inside info on Mia’s life even though he still doesn’t know a thing about their past. Mialee likes themself as an elf, but not so much as a hob. They’re completely content with the person that they are, so long as they aren’t defined by their parents. They’re actually kinda full of themself when it comes to just them and their magic skills.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organize the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

Mialee is the person to crash a party they weren’t invited to, but you don’t realize they crashed it until halfway through because they used a disguise to get in. They’re in it for the shenanigans and chaos. And also for the music and food and occasionally the booze.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

They’re not one to pack much, honestly. As long as they have their disguise stuff, their staff, and a way to earn money, they’re good. Without a way to earn money though, they’d pack some food in that bag too.

Gosh that took like, 3 hours.

I’m never gonna be free of the egg-in-frying-pan emoji, am I?

#dunks n dergs #dungeons drive-ins & dives #gosh Theo you make me write out the longest posts #ask meme

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whispersandwhiskerburn · 8 years ago

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Rendezvous with Death

Summary: The Winchesters and Reader are on a reaper case, and the reader needs to speak with Death. Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Death (first time writing him into a fic), and an OC reaper. No pairing. Word Count: 3,520 Warnings: TRIGGER: SUICIDE. Angst, plot heavy. Cliff hanger. Reader is not depressed—Dean has killed himself twice canonically to talk to a reaper; this is a case where the reader made that choice. Author’s Note: I was very nervous about writing this one. As part of my 1k Gif Submit celebration I was given the gif above and the prompt: “Sam being heart broken when he found out that you killed yourself” by @carry-on-ms-believer. I have never been depressed or had suicidal urges but I have friends who have and I’ve lost people in my life to suicide—I desperately didn’t want to make light of this serious issue, but I didn’t know how to approach it authentically as a writer who has never experienced it. I did the best I could, taking inspiration also from the Alan Seeger poem, “I Have a Rendezvous with Death”. I would appreciate feedback on this as it was way out of my comfort zone to write.

Someone had to die, and really, you were the best choice.

There was a rogue reaper in town. You and the Winchesters had caught the case when there were six unexplained deaths in the space of 8 days—it was like an epidemic.

So of course you’d rushed straight in.

Finding out it was a reaper had thrown a wrench in the plan. Those guys…well, usually, you had no business working with the figures of death. They did their jobs, they went on their way and, while it at times sucked, there was nothing much anyone could do about it. I mean…you can’t really interfere with death, right?

Or so you thought.

“Wait, you guys have worked a reaper case before?”

The boys traded glances. You hated when they did that—you knew they sometimes kept things from you and it drove you crazy.

“A few times, actually.” Sam spoke up first. The two men were practically older brothers to you now, but you were closest to Sam who understood you the best.

“The first time, a lady used some really ancient dark magic to bind a reaper, forcing it to kill others in the place of those who should have died—or would have—um…” Sam’s voice broke off as Dean’s face turned dark and angry. Apparently there were some bad memories with that case.

“And the other times?” You often found yourself playing peacemaker, and you had no idea why.

The two hunters were silent for almost half a minute, long enough for you to begin to feel awkward even across the room on the motel bed from where they sat at the table.

“Let’s just say when you’ve died as much as we have, reapers become less of a mystery. We’ve met them, even saved some—I got on a first name basis with my reaper, Tessa–”

“Wait, your reaper? So everyone has a specific one?” You had to interrupt Dean at that point.

Sam took over again, “well, yes, but each reaper has a list of people to collect. They know who and when to do so, and they do it. If the soul chooses not to go with the reaper to whichever destination the reaper has orders to take them too, then it becomes earthbound—a ghost…and eventually, a vengeful spirit.”

“Now, those I’m familiar with.” You knew most of this information already, but Sam was in professor mode and you hated to break his stride.

“Exactly. All the reapers get their orders telepathically from Death, the horseman, who has helped us out a few times.”

Sam said it so casually that it took you a second to register the meaning.

“I’m sorry, what? You guys are friends with Death? The Death? Capital D?”

Dean smiled, “yeah, he likes greasy foods, drives a lovely white ‘59 caddy, and will one day reap God, according to him. I wouldn’t call us BFFs.”

You felt your eyebrows crawl up towards your hairline and fought the shiver down your spine. You were a professional hunter, damn it.

“Okay, so let’s call him up. If he’s the boss, he should be the one to stop this one. The people this reaper are taking—it makes no sense. They’re healthy, then they just die. Doesn’t that mess with the natural order or something?”

Dean looked out the window instead of answering as Sam got up out of his chair and walked over to sit next to you.

“Well, it’s not that easy to get a hold of Death, you know. His reapers take orders from him, but they don’t get face time usually. He’s not an angel so he doesn’t hear prayers—”

“And wouldn’t answer them if he did.” Dean chimed in, his voice somewhere between resigned and bitter. “Look, the guy, or whatever he is, has made it very clear that he doesn’t care. Does he have the power to fix this? Absolutely. Without a doubt. Would he fix it if he knew about it? Maybe. Hell, he might already know and just can’t be bothered.”

Dean finally met your eyes, trying to drive the point home.

“He’s not the answer, Y/N.”

You held his gaze, tired of being treated like your ideas were childish or unhelpful. You might not have been in the business as long as the Winchesters, but you had instincts and they were screaming at you now.

“Do you have a better one, Dean? We’ve got nothing that can kill, control, or trap a reaper. We can’t just let this thing murder at it’s whim. I think talking to Death, or another reaper at least, would be the quickest solution—and speed is the key here, isn’t it? Every minute we don’t find a way to stop it–”

“I said no, Y/N.”

Dean got up, walked to the door and slammed it on his way out of the hotel leaving you sitting stunned next to Sam.

What the hell?

“Dean’s touchy about Death.” Sam had an apologetic look on his face and you realized you’d voiced your thought by accident. “You remember us telling you about the year I was soulless?” You nodded, encouraging him. “Well, Dean got my soul back by working with Death….or actually, by working as Death. He did a deal where he became a reaper for 24 hours in exchange for Death getting my soul out of Lucifer’s cage. From what Bobby says, it shook him. My memory—it’s still a bit patchy, and he doesn’t like to talk about it.”

The silence settled over the room again as you let that attempt to sink in. Before you managed it, Sam sighed, rubbing his palms over his jeans and standing up. “So, it looks like we need to find another way. I’m going to call Bobby—will you start digging online?” You nodded, too preoccupied to argue for your plan at the moment.

Two days had passed. You had found nothing. Castiel wasn’t answering prayers, Bobby kept digging up lore that all said a reaper was basically unstoppable unless you called on something even worse, and Dean was getting increasingly angry. You had only tried to bring up your plan one more time, but the words faltered on your lips when you saw his face. Sam was silent, not backing you up.

And someone else had died.

A waitress—your age, named Susie. She had a fiance. Healthy, exercised, great condition according to the ME you interviewed in your Fed suit. But inexplicably dead. When you looked at her on the morgue table, you couldn’t escape the weight that seemed to land on your shoulders.

You knew what had killed her. You had known in time to save her. And you hadn’t.

Who would it be next time? A kid? Some harmless granny?

You left the morgue determined that you were going to put this case to bed. If the Winchesters weren’t willing to talk to the reaper boss, then you would have to.

“Sam, Bobby called. He thinks he’s found an artifact that can help. It’s at his place, and he suggested you hurry, as if you didn’t already know that.” You schooled your expression, determined not to give your lie away.

You’d never lied to the brothers before. That was in your favor. They didn’t know to look for a betrayal from you.

Sam held out his hand and Dean threw him the keys. “I’ll be back late tonight, then. Dean, Y/N, you guys figure out how to track this thing. Having some magic artifact isn’t going to do much good if we can’t find the damn reaper.”

Dean threw him a sarcastic salute, “sure thing, boss.” Sam’s bitch face was the expected response, and you almost gave in—these were your friends, your family. How could you lie to them like this?

Then you remembered the woman’s face in the morgue. So you kept your trap shut and watched Sam leave.

You spent the next hour helping Dean research a tracking spell that you knew he wouldn’t have to use, trying to assuage your guilt, trying not to think too hard about the plan you were about to set in motion.

You had to time this perfectly—before Sam could get to Bobby and figure out your lie.

“Hey, Dean, I’m starving. You hungry yet?”

He looked up from the hunter’s journal he was skimming through and smiled, glad for a chance to take a break, probably. “Sammy’s got the impala, Y/N. I figured we’d wait till he was back, grab some burgers or something on our way to gank this bastard.”

You smiled back, “no need to wait. There’s a pizza place on the corner. If we’re feeling nice, we’ll save Sam a slice or two.” You winked and Dean stood, stretching.

“Sounds good to me. Pepperoni and sausage?”

“You know me, add some mushrooms on there.” Dean nodded, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. “I’ll be back in twenty, twenty-five then.”

“Thanks, Dean.” You kept your voice steady. You couldn’t tip him off.

You deserved a damn Oscar for this performance.

As soon as he was around the corner, you got up, locked the door and found a pen. You scribbled down the drug’s name and dosage, knowing that when Dean gave it to the doctor it would increase the probability of you being able to come back.

You tried not to think about it as you lined the pills up and the glass of water. You needed to talk to a reaper, or Death. And this was the job.

The veil wasn’t as easy to navigate as you had hoped. You hadn’t woken up outside of your body as you had expected, instead finding yourself in some dense foggy landscape where nothing was clear. Maybe it was the drugs.

After a while you found yourself back in the room—but your body wasn’t there. Neither was Dean, though the pizza was on the floor and your note was gone. So he must have found you and taken you to the hospital, like you knew he would.

Now you just had to find your reaper before, you refused to think ‘if’, they brought you back.

“Hello? Newly dead chick here, looking for her reaper?”

You heard a laugh behind you and spun, feeling surprisingly corporeal in the process, to find a young blonde man in a suit sprawled out on the motel bed.

“Not looking very hard, are you, Y/N? I’m right here.”

He smiled and you instantly felt relaxed. This was a guy you could trust, you could tell. Whatever he said was probably—no. That was just one of the reaper powers you had read about: their aura of persuasion. It made their job easier.

“Interesting.” He sat up and you remembered that reapers could read minds. “Yes, we can. Which means I know why you’re here already. I was a bit surprised actually—with hunters, the life span is always a short one, but you weren’t due yet. Now I see, you want me to put in a call to my boss?”

You nodded, trying to find your voice.

“I’ve got some information for him.”

“Tough.” Your reaper swung his legs off the bed, standing and walking over towards you. He was a few inches taller and you noticed he had deep brown eyes and dimples. Of course, you knew reapers could appear however they wanted to—it was another one of those persuasion tactics.

“He gives us orders. We go where he tells us to, not the other way around.”

“Yeah, well, one of your buddies has broken ranks and isn’t following orders. That’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because you ODed on pills and are in a hospital right now all but dead.” He was quickly losing his charm.

“Look, reaper…what do I call you, anyway? I know you guys have names.”

He looked you up and down for a second, then a bit of a smile crept back onto his face. “Call me Bradley.”

“Fine, Bradley. You and your boss have a problem, and you need to clean it up.”

He started laughing at that—a chuckle that turned into a deep belly laugh and soon he was bent at the waist, hands on his thighs trying to catch his breath while you stared at him, blushing at first, then getting increasingly angry.

Your own personal grim reaper wasn’t grim at all—and your rendezvous with Death was quickly going downhill.

“You—I’m sorry, that’s just hilarious. You, a little insignificant human girl, you have the audacity to try and tell Death what he should do. Trying to boss me would be sad and predictable, but him? Just—” his chortle broke through again and you could see he wasn’t really trying to restrain his mirth.

“Look, I’m friends with Sam and Dean and need to get word to Death. I’m sure you know they’ve had dealings with him before, so just pass the word along already.”

Bradley’s laughter died pretty quickly, but he didn’t lose the smirk as he settled back on the bed, relaxed and smug.

“Or I could just wait until the doctors get done trying to revive you and move you to whichever afterlife you’re destined for and get on with my evening.”

“I won’t go. Sam and Dean need me.”

He looked up at that one, obviously not pleased. “You’re a hunter. You know what happens to souls that stay.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, letting your expression display your determination. Sam always said you were more stubborn than the two of them put together—he wouldn’t be surprised.

Bradley obviously could tell you meant it. “Fine, then I get to move on even quicker–”

“Not so fast, Bradley.” You turned to find a gaunt faced man wearing what looked like a funeral director’s suit, holding a cane, and leaning against the closed door of the motel.

“Let’s hear what Y/N is so desperate to tell me that she’s willing to die to deliver the message.”

So this was Death. You felt a shiver roll up your spine as you listened to him talk—his voice was old, confident, and knowing. For the first time, you doubted your own plan. Perhaps these waters were too deep for you to swim in.

“Willing to risk death, you mean. And that’s kind of the job description when you’re a hunter—especially one who works with Sam and Dean. They–”

“Think carefully before you continue. I know they did not ask nor approve of this action of yours. I have taught Dean quite vividly the repercussions of playing with life and death. I have taught him to respect the natural order, to respect me. Even though he clearly hasn’t passed that teaching on to his protege.”

You were struck speechless at that point. You needed him to listen to you, but this wasn’t a great start. Bradley’s smug grin jump started your brain again and you pulled yourself together as best you could.

“It’s about the natural order that I wanted to talk to you. The case Sam, Dean, and I are working on—there’s a reaper who’s gone dark side. It’s killing people randomly, for no reason. Isn’t that playing with life and death? Or do those repercussions only apply to humans?”

Death raised an eyebrow at you, and you gulped, wondering if you had pushed it too far. Bobby had told you once that your sass would probably get you killed one day—well, you might already be dead, but would it be what kept you that way?

Then he turned that eyebrow towards Bradley who lost his smug expression, straightening into an almost military stance as he listened to whatever Death was telling him telepathically.

“Yes, sir. I’ll look into it. About Y/N, do you want me to—Yes, sir.”

Then he was gone. And you were standing there in a crappy motel room with Death.

The silence lasted a minute while he stared at you.

“Umm…thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t thank me. I’m still deciding whether or not I will reap you today. It’s not your time, but I am sick of you hunters abusing the finality of death. You all seem to lack the capacity to grasp the consequences.”

You hurried to defend yourself, “I knew exactly what risk I was–.”

“No, you didn’t. Consequences are never just about one soul. You humans are hopelessly dependent on one another, and your life intertwines with many others….perhaps I had better show you.”

Then you weren’t in the hotel any more. You were standing outside a hospital, an ambulance siren sounding nearby, but your gaze was riveted on Dean, pacing outside the entrance way and looking out into the parking lot where you and Death stood.

“Can he see–”

“No. Not this time. He has learned his lesson—this is about you.”

You heard the growl of a familiar engine and turned to see the impala swing into the lot, Sam behind the wheel. He swung into the first available space, practically out of the door before the car was off.

“Dean! What happened? The hotel manager said–”

“I tried to call you, but your phone was dead. Y/N…”

You had moved closer, Death trailing after you, watching your face with interest. Dean was a mess—his hair standing up as if he had been running his hands through it, his hands were shaking, over-adrenalized and maybe in shock.

Wait, Dean in shock?

“She…I found her, Sammy. I had been out to get a pizza, I swear it only took me twenty minutes…she said she was hungry and I—she took pills, Sam. By the time the ambulance got her here she wasn’t breathing….” Dean’s voice broke and it was obvious he couldn’t continue.

Sam. Oh, God, Sam.

His face was heartbroken, tears in his eyes as he swallowed, trying to understand what…why….

“Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry. I had to, guys. I’ll make this right, I promise.”

Your voice was a raw whisper, and even if you had been visible to them, they probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

“Is she…have the doctors…?”

Dean sniffed, looking up as if for guidance, maybe praying for Castiel, maybe looking for some other kind of strength before he continued. “She’s fighting, man, you know her…but the doctors…they said they can’t do anything else but wait…and her chances….”

“God, Dean, this is our fault. We pulled her further into this life, into hunting. We brought her on this case. What if…”

“I know. I can’t…I’ve been praying to Cass, and nothing so far. I don’t know what to do. We can’t do this without her. We’ve got too many ghosts haunting us as it is….we can’t just….”

Sam nodded, gulping and pushing past Dean who followed him into the hospital.

You felt Death step closer and you looked up at him.

What have I done?

The Winchesters had already lost so many people…how could you have done this to them?

You had to go back.

You started to follow them in but were stopped by Death’s cane extended in front of you.

“Not so fast. I haven’t made my decision yet.”

“But…I have to…I can’t leave them! I didn’t think–”

“Exactly my point. You didn’t think.” Death’s gaze was intense as he stepped closer to you moving into your personal space. “And actions without thought have consequences.”

You looked down and away, cowed by his words, his presence.

“I think, this time, I won’t interfere at all.” Death’s judgment came as his cane lowered, his voice pensive. “I won’t put you back, but I won’t take you away either. We’ll see what your doctors and your friends can do for you. If you make it back, hopefully you’ve learned your lesson. If you don’t, perhaps the Winchesters will learn something from this themselves.

“Either way, I’m busy, and I have spent far too much time on this little drama as it is. Thanks for blowing the whistle on my disgruntled employee. That has been taken care of.”

And he was gone. You were standing alone in the hospital parking lot, the lights from the building beckoning you in.

You were scared, you were sorry, and you wanted desperately to go in and find the boys.

But you knew you were much more likely to find Bradley waiting for you instead.

You closed your eyes, swallowed your fears and walked towards and through the doors, your body insubstantial as you stepped inside.

It was time—to try and keep your promise to the boys—or to keep the promise that every living mortal has with their reaper, to one day meet them and move on.

And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

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