#poor boy doesn’t know where he is XD

[miriamladyvoid]

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My ask: Well now that the orders are open I'd like to make another one if it's not too much trouble. I can order Grim headcanons with a reader who is a ballet dancer. I can't help but imagine reader carrying yuu in his dances, Grim wearing a tutu xD, Grimm bringing flowers at the presentations of his beloved henchman.

This brought back memories when i used to do ballet when i was like 5.

concept: grim with an optimistic, ballet dancer gn!yuu.

characters: grim.

disclaimers: reader is gender neutral || reader is yuu || relationship is platonic.

Grim

he’s your number one hype man. there has been multiple times where he was cheering for you during a performance while everyone was dead silent, poor boy had to be dragged out.

the loudest one to clap and cheer whenever you’re done with a performance, he’s spitting fire left and right for you.

he loves sneaking in your favorite snacks when your teacher isn’t looking, he doesn’t give a single fuck if you have a really strict diet, this man cares for you too much.

he loves helping you prepare your pointe shoes, the thought of destruction is this mans favorite thing.

he absolutely loves pulling pranks on your teacher, he definitely thinks she screams at you too much. even though you’ve told him multiple times that you were fine with it, he will forever think that lighting your teacher’s hair on fire is immensely funny.

there was one performance where he came up to the stage with your favorite flowers in his mouth, you almost cried tears of joy, you love this little furball.

he flexes that you’re able to dance to EVERYONE he meets. “did you know that MY henchman does ballet? they’re literally so cool i bet you couldn’t do what they do”.

he does the most stupid shit with your tutus, he once saw you training in ramshackle and quickly grabbed one of your tutus, yelled “I CAN DO THAT TOO” and started spinning like a mad lad, this whole memory is engraved in your mind.

The original publication and writing belongs to @miliinmi (Post recovered) 31/12/22

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[quitealotofsodapop]

I posted the fic in the reblogs but tbh it doesn’t due my funky little au justice.

So MK is Wukong’s kid and the reason he wasn’t raised by Wukong is because heaven took away MK as a baby. MK had a seal put on him to lock away his monkey self was put in stasis for about 500 years and then dropped off in the city with no way of Wukong knowing his baby is back. Before MK was taken he locked away DBK with the finally words of ‘I can’t risk Heavens eyes on me.’ But BDK’s rampage got heaven’s attention and they found about MK and well, I already wrote what happened above.

In those 500 years Wukong had the triplets! Rumble Savage and Thunder. Fearing heaven would once again take his children he hid. The kids are like 300-250 years old but are like 9-10ish. Baby. Only the monkies on the island know about Wukong’s cubs.

Rumble and Savage are rowdy little things, with shadow powers to match. Like Wukong’s personality and macaques power. Oh yeah, Macaque is dead but Wukong doesn’t know that. He just thinks macaque hates his guts for taking out his eye. Wukong still pines but doesn’t go searching, he doesn’t want to cause more damage to macaque. Back to the trio.

Thunder has future hearing and gold vision! He doesn’t have shadow powers like the other two and is a huge baba/mama’s boy. Where ever Wukong is Thunder is right at his heels or in wukong’s arms. He’s also the quietest of them. Regularly scaring the shit out of the poor residents of FFM.

Rumble and Savage are attached at the hip, always ready to help and accidentally cause some trouble. No matter what mischief always follows their heels. It’s often harmless and just childish fun. They can be seen following around their babysitter (another oc of mine, a teen Greek goddess). Getting training and climbing over her wings.

Wukong is more mellowed, still very much himself but he’s got kids and a kingdom to run so he’s a bit less crazy then back in the brotherhood. His kids problem did more to calm him down then the pilgrims but that’s not here nor there. He hurt Macaque in a rage as he was major preggy (although I think it works bit different than mortal births) at the time and Macaque was refusing to just listen to him.

Random thought that occured before I send, The pilgrims somehow find themselves in modern day. Tripitaka and them meet the triplets. Learns that Wukong is a father of 3(4) and has a successor. Tripitaka faints.

ooo that does sound interesting, and also a little tragic with room for healing!

We all love a protective mama monkey. Will Wukong realise his successor *is* his eldest baby? Who broke the baby MK out of stasis and drop him in the city? Many curious questions.

Will Macaque reappear in Wukong's life like in the show's canon?

I'm curious about your greek god oc!

Hehe Tripitaka fainting when he realises his monkey is now a parent and a teacher XD

[luimagines]

Did I already send this? I’m sorry if I did. If I did it was a while ago lol. I just remembered this idea for no apparent reason lol and imagined a whole scenario. So here’s what I had a while back.

So here’s the story my idea came from:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51324469

And it was one of the best things I’ve ever read of the Linked Universe lol. And I had an idea: so what if Link wore his Gerudo outfit with the boys and they didn’t know it was him, like in this story, but we add x reader, and they’re dating him and so when he appears they start kissing him and being lovey dovey and whatnot, and the boys just go “?!?!?!”😂 and either they get protective of Wild and yell at reader about “How could you cheat on Wild?! How dare you?!” And others just stare dumbfounded at reader.😂

P.S. I understand I’m drawing from someone else’s story, so if you can figure out their tumblr and ask permission or tell me it or something please lmk. Because I couldn’t find their tumblr and idk how to use archive of our own at all. I’m new, sorry!

So I just imagined something like this:

Wild led them to the wall where a hidden switch was but none of them knew that yet. You ran up to Wild and hugged him.

“Thanks sweetie, you’re so helpful!”

Then you start playing with his hair and kiss his cheek. The rest of the chain is a mixture of anger, horrified, betrayal, and everything in between.

Legend runs up to you and rips you off Wild.

“What is wrong with you?! How dare you?!?!”

You try not to laugh but you can’t help but smile.

“Leg-“

“No! You don’t hurt Wild and get away with it!”

Warriors is trying to pull Legend off of you as Sky comes up to you.

“Why…what did he ever do to you…”

He looks so broken. Behind all the chaos Wild stands silently seeing how it all plays out. He hears all his brothers defending him saying how amazing he is and doesn’t deserve you because you cheated on him. How even though he’s chaotic in battle he’s the most reliable person they’ve ever met. How he’s the best cook ever and without him they’d be starving. How much he brings to the family and without him it wouldn’t be complete…He starts shifting around and scratching the back of his head in awkwardness because of all the kind words his brothers have about him. How they’re protecting him. Eventually he puts you out of your misery and clears his throat.

“Guys…it’s ok. I’m right here. Though I’m very flattered.”

His cheeks are a little pink and he’s still in his Gerudo outfit. The chain looks at him and think he’s still some random girl.

“Huh? No we’re talking about our brother. I’m sure you didn’t know but this person has a boyfriend.”

Wild smiles softly and takes off the veil.

“I know they do.”

Now all the chain’s jaws drop. Wild chuckles and takes the rest of his outfit off.

“I’m very grateful that you guys would defend me, but it’s me. You don’t need to keep chewing them out anymore. Also, they knew it was me, so they weren’t cheating.”

omg XD

Poor Reader. I don't think I would have been to stay that silent while being chewed out.

To save my own skin I would have just yelled "THAT IS LINK!!"

I would probably also hold it over Wild's head for an undisclosed amount of time for standing there for who knows how long- leaving me to take the heat when I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

You better believe this becomes an inside joke between them.

"Yes, darling. I was cheating on you. I have bananas."

"Throw in some milk and we can have cheater milkshakes."

"Do you have the ice for that?"

Takes out ice rod. "Do you even have to ask?"

[akira-hanaluvs]

TWST X DP

yep, I’m going back to my old favorite with my current favorite, called me crazy but I actually think it’s a little bit more fun.

With the fact that Danny would in Twisted Wonderland and when it happens is after D-stabilize and before Phantom Planet or after Phantom Planet (I can’t decide which one) so with that in mind I can see when Danny meets Grim, he wouldn’t be fearful to him as that Ghost boy has dealt with worse.

In a way Danny can get away from Grim easily (the poor cat would struggle to find him until he did XD) though Danny would try to reason with Grim but of course he wouldn’t listen and try to attack Danny until Crowley showed up and stopped the devil cat.

Interesting Facts:

• Danny doesn’t fully trust Crowley as the headmaster wouldn’t keep his promise for getting Danny back to his world, in Danny’s case he isn’t really responsible enough. (Oof 😭😅)

whenever he gets annoyed or mad at Grim, Danny usually calls him ‘lil menace’, ‘gremlin’, and ‘Devil cat’ as he refuses to be called Grim’s “minion”

When Danny shows his ghosts powers to Ace and Deuce it was around in the dwarf’s mines when he saved Deuce from the phantom blot (at the time they didn’t know that)

In classes in NRC Danny actually had a good grasp on class lesson to a point where he gets genuine good grades, confused and surprised he goes up to Crewel asking if there is a mistake and when Crewel confirms that all his class work is correct. The poor Halfa was in complete shock that he would say “I- I never had this good grades besides that one test..” he said which would make Crewel genuinely concerned about the Halfa (papa Crewel is best Crewel QwQ)

In each of overblot victims’ memories came when Danny see them he would genuinely feel bad (pacifically Riddle’s, Azul’s, Idia’s, and Malleus’s) he sees those memories seeing them struggling with their trauma similar to his trauma (yes Danny has some trauma but hide it better until he lose his composure.)

The more time Danny constantly facing the phantom blot (since he doesn’t want to hurt the victims) after Grim in the end of book 5 scratches him in his ghost form, his injury would get infected with some of the blot that overtime he would have a high chance to be Overblot himself as well (the rest of the Twst crew would know Danny’s personal struggles and fears mainly of Dan Phantom)

Danny does sense a lot of ghosts in Twisted Wonderland as his own ghost sense would go off so if the Ramshackle ghosts try to scare Danny then he would be aware which actually amuse the Halfa as he is surprised that the ghosts in twisted wonderland is different in his own world and even the ghost zone as well.

When Danny befriended some of the main Twst crew, he is actually close to the first years though when he met Jack Howl it was awkward as his dad’s name is Jack so, to insure of no confusion Danny would call Jack Howl by his last name or ‘Jackie’ which it is understandable to Jack as he does not want Danny to be uncomfortable.

In story Danny would have to use his ghost powers in so many ways as in book 1 when Ace was kicked out and had Riddle’s collar on, out of curiosity and thinking Danny used his intangibility on the collar and taking it off of Ace’s neck which made the Heartslabyul student very happy but Danny told Ace that he had to put it back on his neck so that Riddle wouldn’t know. To the dismay of Ace but begrudgingly he agreed on it as it for safety reasons.

when Danny met Malleus, to the Halfa he thinks that Malleus is really cool and would call Malleus ‘Draco’ because of a constellation and also means Dragon as well, for Malleus was surprised that Danny would nickname him of thing that he was passionate about which made the dragon fae felt happy as they both would talk about their favorite interests (Malleus with gargoyles while Danny is Stars and space)

When any Twst characters asks Danny about his family and friends, he would definitely talk about them mostly he would also talk about his other friends from different dimensions, a boy who is big genius, a buck tooth boy with little creatures could give anything he wants, and finally a friendly sea sponge who is a fry cook. Danny would admit that he haven’t heard anything from them for a while now but understand if they find out that he is in another dimension they would be freaked out. (Aka Danny talking about Jimmy, Timmy, and SpongeBob though tbh I think Timmy would be jealous on Danny to be in a world that magic does exist XD)

The end of Malleus’s OB, Sam and Tucker did find a way to get into Twst with the help from Wulf who used his claws to get into the world and to find Danny, only to find out that he dealing with an overblot and become overblot himself.

in the Masquerade event would be interesting as Danny would have seen the ghost of Rollo’s late little brother Theo Flamme who stayed invisible in front of anyone except Danny could see him due to be a half ghost

Danny would tell about his ghost adventures to the first years group as Deuce would describe that Danny is a superhero which makes Danny happy about it

if Floyd or maybe even Grim would try to call him Dan or Dan-Dan you would bet Danny would get triggered as he would tell them in a coldest voice “Don’t EVER call me Dan again..!” and later he would tell everyone why after seeing his memories after his overblot.

so in short Danny would have to deal a lot issues but also would the moment that he would admit that he also has trauma issues.

I hope you guys like this idea that I come up with! I will also explain another AU that’s involved with Danny Phantom and the Owl House! Be on a lookout for that. Hope you guys have a good day/night!

[wellthebardsdead]

I’d love if there was an addition to the baldurs gate epilogue where it’s just Raphael being sad like “I get that I’m a cambion, a devil, but gods I just wanted to make friends! I invite them into my home and offered them food most mortals could only dream of affording in their life time, I offered help at every turn and sure I wanted something in exchange but it was always equal if not more heavily weighed in their favour, and they break into my house and steal one of my favoured artefacts and kick the hells out of me for trying to stop them…” then it just cuts to Harleep laying butt naked in bed like “you just keep misjudging the kindness in people, I’m sure you’ll find more friends soon don’t worry.”

As if the whole time in game he was secretly just hoping to keep in contact as friends like some poor little rich boy who doesn’t know how to establish meaningful relationships XD.

Or if you accepted his deals/treated him favourably he turns up to the party with the crew in tow and a bottle of wine in each hand and his tail around another.

I dunno I think it’d be funny lol

[ridiasfangirlings]

Cirus Sarumi AU.

Rvvial circuses for the boys (tho of course Saruhiko left the Homra circus for the Scepter 4 one)

Yata is probably a fire breather or something. Saruhiko obviously is the skilled knife thrower.

How do you think they get along if the two circuses cross paths?

(Bonus points for any ideas for othe circus roles for the other members.)

AU where Yata and Fushimi actually run away and join the circus XD That’s definitely how it happens too, like Yata decides the best way to get Fushimi away from his terrible parents is if they run away and join the circus, and as it happens Homra circus is in town. They stow away on one of the carts when the circus is leaving and are found a couple days later by a very bemused ringmaster Kusanagi.  In order to stay the kids have to prove that they can handle circus life, by shaking hands with the circus’s number one star Mikoto who does all kinds of stuff with fire, like he can do fire breathing and even set his hands and body on fire (it’s a trick of course, and the fire doesn’t hurt anyone who touches it, but being brave enough to try will get you in the troupe). 

The two of them succeed and are welcomed into the circus, at first as just like staff who help with the cleanup and ticket taking and such but eventually they get to join. I actually see Yata as being like some kind of acrobat or stuntman, I could see him doing things like riding his skateboard up a ramp and jumping through rings of fire, or doing a tightrope on a unicycle above a flaming pit. Homra as a circus is definitely centered around ‘fire,’ almost everyone does some kind of act around fire (the only exception is Totsuka, who tames the circus’s sole lion. Totsuka has named him ‘Little King’ and often lets the lion walk around the grounds with him, during the circus Little King and Mikoto will wrestle). Fushimi obviously ends up doing a knife act but he’s dissatisfied with Homra’s way of doing things, like juggling flaming knives and throwing knives through flaming targets is boring and idiotic.

Eventually Fushimi is lured away by another circus troupe, Scepter 4. I imagine S4 is a very eccentric troupe, you know Munakata would want all kinds of fun and interesting acts. Munakata is the ringmaster but regularly joins a variety of different acts, like he joins Doumyouji with the clowns or wrestles with strongwoman Awashima, he will help big cat tamers Benzai and Akiyama do shows with their variety of lions and tigers, Munakata has even tried sword swallowing with Goto and high wire acts with Hidaka. Munakata saw Fushimi’s show when he was scouting out Homra’s act (and definitely not planning to run into Mikoto and lecture him on his boorish fire eating technique). He felt that Fushimi was being held back by Homra’s pointless devotion to fire acts and allows Fushimi to choreograph his own show, promoting Fushimi as the Amazing Hidden Weapons User.

Naturally before leaving Homra Fushimi has to break it off with Yata in the worst way possible (do you think he pops a clown nose all ‘there goes your whimsy, Misaki’). The circuses tend to cross paths fairly often — I imagine they have different clientele, like Homra is more of a scrappy circus that even poor people can go see for a couple coins and sit in the dirt right by the performers, while S4 is more sleek and polished, with proper seating and ticketing tiers and rigorous safety standards and richer people prefer to go see it. Yata is determined to show Fushimi that Homra is the superior circus, while Fushimi always finds time to ‘go into town’ before a performance and just so happen to run into Yata while buying supplies for the show. Imagine sometimes they end up in cities where there’s only one venue for a circus and so have to perform together in separate sides of the same area, Yata will be jumping through his rings of fire when he has to duck to avoid a knife that just so happened to fly perfectly between the rings and almost hit him. The two of them are always squabbling while taking the circus down too, imagine they’re asked to take down the tents together and Yata’s all I can do this faster than that wimp Saruhiko, Fushimi can’t believe a shrimp thinks he can take down a tent faster and now they’re both getting into a fight while also trying to drag their respective tents down. Kusanagi and Awashima both warn that if they don’t take this seriously they’ll be demoted to clowns.

[gonetoforks]

1. How exactly does Yuichi's body work? Is he connected to anything, wires, buttons or batteries in his robot skeleton? Is his clothing sewn to his body, or can he change it whenever he wants?

2. If he gets dirty, how does he keep his body clean afterwards? (Sometimes stuffed animals get quite dirty and you can't get the dirt out even if you've washed it several times) Can he use another doll and use those parts to create his body again or does he need help from Splinter?

3. Was he ever interested in talking to Mrs. Cuddles?

4. What would Yuichi look like without cotton on his body? (I'm going to laugh really badly, sorry)

5. Did he ever help April with her job of cheering up the children? What does he think of the kids? Did he ever ask Donnie to make any improvements to him?

6. Does he live with his family or with the turtles? If he lives with the turtles, where does he sleep? Or have they ever wanted to sleep with him so they could use him as a stuffed animal at bedtime?

7. How old is Yuichi?

8. Does he know Hana, Chizu, Gen and Kitsune? What does he think of them?

9. Will there be a Jei in your Au?

I wish you a beautiful day!

1) Yuichi’s body despite being mostly robotic, mostly runs on organic types of fuel! tho he sometimes drinks things like motor oil or coolant, not batteries though, he tried those. they aren’t incompatible with his hardware though, he’s just allergic. (￣∀￣)

2) When he gets dirty, he just takes a shower (puts himself in the washing machine) cause since his fabric skin has a lot of the properties of normal skin, so it doesn’t usually become a permanent issue. but his fur does stain pretty easily for days on end which he finds really annoying haha

3) Not since he was removed from the US entirely when she went to prison. (the kids show set where she’s listening to laughter all day) He was young when it went down so he never wanted to drag up a past he didn’t even remember and only made his aunt upset. All he’s been told about her is that she’s extremely violent and that’s why she’s locked away.

4) that one panel from Junji ito’s hanging balloons akshjsahjsajjks oh god xD i don’t know if i can draw that aksjdjshakdjaksja (below the cut for horror imagery lol)

oh dear lord akdhakjsakdja

5) He was never around before she got fired from those multiple jobs but i think he would find the human kids very tiring while also finding creative ways to deal with them. He also would have to manage trying to stay the same size throughout all their laughing and screaming which kinda sucks for him. it’s not completely involuntary but making the effort to not do so is incredibly overwhelming like masking at a really loud party, it makes the poor guy really tense.

5.5) Kinda the opposite actually! Donnie really wanted to give him some cool mods but Yuichi was like, “you are a engineer, not a doctor, i am not letting you near my skeleton, crazy boy” aksjaksjsmsjs

6) He lives with his family! Though after actually befriending the turtles, he does get invited to a lot of sleepover parties hahaha

7) He’s the same age as Leo & Don, so i think he’d be about 17 post-movie. so he’s not quite as naive or clueless as canon yuichi lol

8) Yes! Hana’s been his adopted sister for quite a while. Chizu & Kitsune are familiar with Yuichi & his family cause Chizu just drops off batches of orphans with no explanation. She took control of the Neko Ninja clan quite a while ago, they use the connections Lady Fuwa made to sabotage trafficking rings and rescue the small children she would have brought up. Chizu’s eager to make connections with other martial artists since the clan has lost its main source of members, Kitsune is her bodyguard and historians will say they were quite close friends. Gen, similar to canon, came from destitute parents, so him and his sister were surrendered to the Cuddles family orphanage as tweens. They made friends with Yuichi cause they were around the same age, and are both studying to be doctors!

9) I’m not entirely sure yet, but he’d definitely be a cool character to include! i think if i did it would probably be through some sort of time travel shenanigans, that sounds fun

aaaaaa i also wish u a wonderful day!!! (о´∀`о)

[mimiii-3]

amh maybe this sounds weird, but hey this request is inspired by a scene that i really like from modern family where jay asks gloria, is she angry? then she says "i don't know, if you do something then i am but if you didn't do anything then i'm not" then jay replies that he didn't do anything and gloria says then i'm not mad but in the end gloria says "i'm mad but i'm Latin so I can feel whatever I want "

it made me laugh xd well in summary I wanted some headcanons in a similar situation where the boys ask mc if she's angry and mc answers them like gloria hehe for dorm leaders pls tkm :')

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request :)

Twst boys react to reader being mad at them

Note/warning: female reader, funny, fluff

Extra note: I’ve never watched modern family so I had to look up the scene Anon was talking about. I quoted it word for word in the first dialogue part.

. . .

Twst boy: You mad at me or something?

You: I don’t know. Did you do something to make me mad? Because then I am. But if you didn’t, then I am not.

Twst boy: I didn’t do anything.

You: Then I am not mad.

You(whispering to grim): I am mad.

. . .

Riddle

• he’s just as sensitive as you so he starts to get mad too

• both of you are just going back and forth for a while

• feels bad about how things turned out so he heads over to your dorm to apologize

• says he’s sorry and gives you a much-needed hug

“If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even remember what we were mad about.”

Leona

• ‘why is this my life’

• doesn’t feel like playing the guessing game so he sends ruggie out to go buy you something

• gives you the gift instead of just saying sorry because he’s so stubborn

• feels a weight lifted off his shoulders when you accept

“Listen woman, next time something’s bothering you just tell me so I can fix it.”

Azul

• has no idea where to start

• tries to stay strong but gives up pretty quickly

• he is literally groveling

• will strike a deal in your favor if it will speed up the forgiving process

“What can I offer to make you forgive me? I’ll give anything, baby. I swear it.”

Kalim

• begs Jamil to help him

• can’t really read between the lines

• hugs you and nuzzles your neck

• smiles at you like he’s completely innocent

“Sorryyyy. Can we hug it out?”

Idia

• his worst nightmare has become a reality

• begs you to tell him what he did wrong

• ‘w-w-was it something I did?! Am I bothering you just by breathing?!”

• this probably makes you feel bad so you just directly tell him why you’re mad

“How about we talk this over a B.G.?”

Vil

• truly believes he did nothing wrong

• although he will admit he can be slightly ‘difficult’ at times

• buys your favorite flowers before making his way back to your dorm

• takes one of your hands in his free one and gifts you the bouquet

“Excuse me. You can stop being mad at me now.”

Malleus

• this incident has definitely inspired him to buy the book ‘how to take care your girlfriend for dummies’

• poor baby is stressed

• goes over the top with gifts

• he knocks on your door, holding an array of all your favorite things

“I’m so sorry, Dearest. Please forgive me of my transgressions.”

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Ace and Deuce special! Kind of… I guess lol Since our last post was about them. But there’re also some about AzuIde!

Anonymous asked:

Context of the latest post? :)

I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, Anon~ But I’ll let the second Anon answer your question:

Anonymous asked:

Hey Ace finally got laid!

The entire twst cast does the “omedetou” clap 😔👏👏👏 Congratulations, Ace!

Anonymous asked:

Not their faults that they share the same room, Riddle. XD Also, poor other two roommates. (Freshmen rooms have 4 roommates, 2nd year have two roommates, and 3rd year have their own rooms. Only Dorm leaders have their own rooms)

No-no, it’s entirely their fault, why would they even do something like this?! (Cue angry virgin noise)

And yeah, I honestly don’t know how their roommates survive this, but who knows, maybe they are out for some reason and ADeuce decided that they won’t get another chance like that and got a little bit too excited~

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any ace thoughts?? I have these like "twst character phases" where one character becomes my chew toy for a week and then gets discarded and ace is my latest victim 🤭🤭

I've kinda been thinking about pining!adeuce except deuce keeps fucking other people to cope and ace is insanely jealous and keeps avoiding him. Maybe he sleeps with one of their classmates (Jamil or epel maybe?? I like jamiace a lot) as a sort of "revenge"?? Which probably works after ace purposely doesn't hide the marks left from his "wicked plan" LMAO

Aftermath is they either fuck and become occasional fuck buddies making their pining worse or they avoid each other and make things worse (either way everyone is getting a headache from these two)

Ace is a nice chew toy, Anon, good choice! We have a similar situation, even though there are characters that are always our faves, right now we’re going through the first book again, so we’ve been kind of rediscovering Ace and Deuce lol

Ace and Jamil are a fun combo (poor Jamil just has to suffer because of his basketball club boys lol), but I honestly don’t know if Jamil would be up for something like that. Maybe he has his reasons though, it all depends on a scenario I guess.

Deuce feeling jealous despite knowing darn well that Ace is purposefully trying to make him jealous… god, how complicated things could be between them lol

I do like the idea of ADeuce being fuck buddies and not dating each other despite the fact that they’re super obviously are into each other and want to be together though; there are some nice doujins about Ace going through a crisis because he definitely wants to keep sleeping with Deuce, but just can’t help but cling to the “we’re just friends” thing, hurting Deuce very deeply. Wow this sounds more tragic that I thought lol but it doesn’t has to be: these idiots are hilarious, and watching them trying to figure shit out, fight, make out and fight again, and then have sex and stop talking to each other and then fight again is peak comedy. And also super headache inducing LOL

Anonymous asked:

Okay someone has to say it, next to Jack Deuce looks like a fucking stick. To be fair, you could be the buffest guy around and look like a stick next to Jack, he’s just THAT beefy

Yeah, Jack is hella big, so he has this aura that makes everyone shrink when they’re near him lol But I’m also prone to exaggerations when it comes to size difference. I love it too much

Anonymous asked:

i was the beach anon..also the dead dove anon from awhile ago, i’d love to discuss the beach scene potential in dms of that’d be ok

Oh hi Anon! :)

Sure, but only if you’re okay with me super slow (I mean it) with my replies. I absolutely hate making people wait and giving lackluster replies, but I also don’t have a lot of time and energy apart from drawing, which makes me a terrible person for chatting…

Anonymous asked:

Hello hi hello I am one simple man who enjoys AzuIdi very much- may your brain always be full of ideas and your hands be capable of completing all your missions

Thank you so much, Anon, it means a lot <3 God how much I want to complete all my missions. There must be more Azul/Idia in the world, and I’m happy to know that there are people who are excited to see them.

Anonymous asked:

So I was looking into your Azuide marriage AU and I find it very interesting so I was wondering if say Idia cheated on Azul for some mysterious unknown reason...what would Azul do??

Ohh thank you for your interest, Anon! I’m glad you like it :)

It honestly depends on the circumstances, but it would still be bad. Azul’s first instinct would be to learn anything he could about that person and how they know Idia. He would talk to Idia about it himself, but even if Idia just tells him everything as it is, Azul needs his own independent research to check if Idia is lying to him or not. Yes he is THAT petty lol

Azul is very bad at forgiving people, and cheating on him is one of the biggest betrayals a person could present him with. Of course, their marriage isn’t a romantic one, but it doesn’t change Azul’s feelings, and he’d be very hurt.

You’ve seen the “bad ending” scenario and probably have read my replies about it; although it’s kind of vague, but this is the reaction I’m picturing, to be honest. Maybe not as drastic, but he’ll also stop giving Idia any kind of privacy: either Jade or Floyd is going to be around him at all times, looking at his monitors, watching what he’s doing, who he’s talking to. Just to make sure that he isn’t doing anything stupid~

Oh, and Azul’s also going to scare that other person away or even ruin their life. Easily.

But there are also some exceptions that would make Azul begrudgingly look the other way. If Idia was to have an affair with Lilia or Ortho, Azul is going to just swallow his pride and try to act calm. But he’d still be super hurt and probably punish Idia in some other way.

[senashenta]

Storm Season: Chapter Five

Title: Storm Season (Chapter Five)

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: E

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

Summary: “Dean Winchester is Saved.” The angels all say, clear as a bell—and Dean crawls out of his own grave. Shortly after, he meets the person who pulled him out of Hell, and it turns out to be CASTIEL. Seven years after Cas vanished off the face of the Earth, Dean is suddenly confronted with his former lover again, only this time he’s not just a regular college kid—he’s an ANGEL, and Dean just doesn’t know how to compute that AT ALL.

But even after all these years, Dean can’t deny that he still has feelings for Cas, even as he and Sam embark on an out-of-place-palraijuq Hunt in Louisiana. Not even a giant crocodile monster can keep his attention when Cas comes around—and just like before, the angel is very, very distracting, bringing up Dean’s love for him once more. But things aren’t as simple as when they were younger and Cas was human, and it will take a lot of work before Dean can trust Cas again.

Notes: I hope everyone had good holidays and a good New Year’s Eve! Tomorrow is my birthday, so Happy Birthday to me, I guess! :D

All the post-Storm Season one-shots have now officially been cut back by five, so there’s twenty-five of them instead of thirty BUT LIKE TWENTY-FIVE IS STILL PLENTY, RIGHT?? lol. Also, I’m tinkering with a spin-off series that may or may not ever see the light of day, but we can talk about that later because it relates to #23/24/25 of the post-Storm Season one-shots and BOY are we not even close to there yet! :P

Like I said before, my next big project is going to be Cessation, which is a SPN/The Walking Dead crossover because WHY THE FUCK NOT SOMEONE TRY TO STOP ME. But I also have a SPN/Heralds Of Valdemar crossover (Where Monsters Come From) that I’m planning to write at some point as well (that realistically I know no one will read because Valdemar is such a small fandom), so keep an eye out for those when I eventually get finished this whole Horror High et al SAGA. XD

This is all on top of writing original novels, so. Yeah. I’m a busy, busy gal. (ADHD meds are the BEST.)

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STORM SEASON Chapter Five By Senashenta

The clerk by the front door gave Dean the dirtiest of dirty looks when he and Sam made their hasty exit, and immediately bolted to check out the upstairs—they could hear her shriek all the way from the car, which they very swiftly piled into to make their getaway. It was safe to say that the two of them (or Dean at the very least) would no longer be welcome at that particular library. That was fine, though, because they wouldn’t be coming back during daylight hours anyway.

It wasn’t all bad news, though, because while Dean had been upstairs being thoroughly slimed, Sam had managed to locate several possible leads in his microfiche scrolling and not only printed them out but remembered to grab them on the way out the door, too, even slapping down a five-dollar bill to pay for the printouts on the way past the front desk. He always had been a bit of a boy scout like that.

They drove back to the motel almost recklessly, and when they got there, they dashed inside, slammed and locked the door behind them.

“Dude, what the hell happened?” Sam gestured to Dean’s… everything.

Dean was wiping at his jacket uselessly, basically just smearing the ectoplasm around. “Basically, the entire freaking library attacked me. Books flew off the shelves and pelted me, one of them got me in the eye, Goddamnit, and the stupid… cards… exploded… and just ectoplasm everywhere.” He picked an index card off of himself, dropped it on the floor and let his head fall back as he bemoaned; “and poor Baby, Sam, she is so completely slimed up now, I’m gonna be cleaning her upholstery for weeks.” (That was an exaggeration, and he knew it, but the sentiment remained the same.)

“Whatever’s in that building is seriously annoyed.” Sam observed, and then; “Dean, just take your jacket off and we’ll get it to a dry cleaner tomorrow. And stop dropping stuff on the floor, you’re getting ectoplasm all over the carpet.”

“You don’t care about Baby at all.” Dean complained, but he was already stripping his jacket off, turning it inside out and draping it over one of the kitchenette table chairs. His shirt underneath wasn’t exactly clean, either and neither were his jeans, so he quickly shucked out of them as well, tossing everything in the laundry pile to be washed the next day. He vaguely wondered if Cas was upstairs watching, but dismissed the idea just as quickly as it came to him.

“Go have a shower.” Sam told him, interrupting his thoughts; “seriously. Your hair is…” Trailing off, Sam just shook his head and reached to pluck another index card out of his brother’s hair, then repeated, “just go have a shower, Dean.”

Dean was already heading for the bathroom, pausing just long enough to swat Sam’s plucking hand away. He might not have been great about taking care of himself lately (he was getting better about that) but this time he was definitely on Team Shower. Being coated head-to-toe in ghost snot would probably do that to anyone, he figured.

His shower was quick and used up probably too much shampoo and soap, but by the end of it he finally felt less like a library had sneezed him out when he stepped out into the bathroom proper and grabbed a towel to dry off. He dried quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist before heading back out into the motel room to root out some clothes—he needed to be dressed so he could go outside again and take care of Baby, because he was not leaving her all mucked up for any longer than he had to.

Sam was sitting at the table, shuffling through the new papers he’d printed off at the library, his bookbag sitting in a chair next to him, open so he could dig through it as he highlighted the important sections of each article. They would go up on the Wall Of Weird soon, but not until Dean deemed fit—the elder Winchester had gotten touchy about who added to his Walls as of late.

Whatever got him through the day, Sam figured.

While Sam worked, Dean made his way around the room, pulling on clean clothes and then tossing his towel in the direction of the bathroom—he was bad about that. Putting towels away properly. It drove Sam insane. Now, at least, Sam’s back was to it so he couldn’t see it right away. He would just bitch about it later instead, when Dean was done dealing with the Impala.

Once he was dressed and had pulled his boots on, Dean went out to the car and dug in the real trunk—not the fake one—for a shammy and the Armor All, then sneaked his way into the maid’s closet by the motel office where he pilfered a bucket, which was filled in the sink of their motel room. The water was a last resort, in case the Armor All failed him.

The poltergeist gunk was basically everywhere he had touched in the Impala, so the steering wheel, the seat and the floor. He did have floor covers for monster-y occasions, so he just pulled out the one on the driver’s side and washed it off with the water from the bucket and the shammy. It took some work. Then he set to scrubbing freaking ectoplasm out of all of Baby’s nooks and crannies. Sadly, this wasn’t his first time doing this exact job, either. He definitely had a really weird—and more than occasionally disgusting—life.

The problem with ectoplasm was that it was sticky, gunky crap, like snot on steroids, and it got into all the crevices. Dean knew that from personal experience. He also knew that it was going to take an entire afternoon of vigorous scrubbing to get Baby looking spic-and-span again, which was why he’d gotten the jump on it immediately after getting himself cleaned up.

It was also a good way of keeping his mind off… other things.

Or that was the theory, anyway. As he worked, though, Dean’s thoughts wandered to the inevitable. To Cas, and everything that had—and hadn’t—been between them. To the loss and the anger and the absolute betrayal that he had felt when he had learned that Cas was alive and well for all that time after all.

And then to the love, the love that was still there, taking up so much space in his heart. The love that hurt so, so badly at the moment, but he couldn’t shake off, couldn’t deny despite his best efforts to do just that.

Because Dean had said it many times in the past, but Cas was it for him—his soul mate, if he believed in such things—and no one else would ever compare to him, angel or not. It was just the profound sense of loss and the icy shock of pain after Cas disappearing for so long, being dead for so long, that stopped Dean from wrapping him up in his arms and—

And what? Proclaiming his undying love? He couldn’t do that after everything that had happened, even if he had… somewhat… already done it. Goddamnit, he had basically already done it, hadn’t it? And then right after that he had…

Dean didn’t realize how hard he was scrubbing at Baby’s seat until his knuckles started to hurt, and he eased off, sitting back a bit and shaking his hand out, eyes on the ground under his feet. And that’s what he felt like, really. He felt like dirt. Lower than dirt, even, for hurting Cas like that, even if in the moment it had felt… not good necessarily, though he had obviously come from it, buried deep inside Cas just like the old days, but maybe… cathartic? Was that the right word?

Dean shook his head, dismissing the thought, and went back to work on the Impala, this time paying more attention to what he was doing and less attention to the near constant narrative that was going on in his head.

-- --

Poltergeists could be tricky things and didn’t like to play by all the same rules as regular ghosts. Sure, if you could figure out who the spirit belonged to, you could try to salt and burn the bones, but that was if you could find the body. That wasn’t always a given, in their line of work. And that was also if burning the bones even worked at all, which wasn’t always a given with poltergeists either.

Dean stood in front of the Wall Of Weird, studying it, what there was of it so far anyway, while Sam did what Sam did best and booted up his computer to do some more research, since they likely wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the Albany County Public Library again any time soon (during operational hours, anyway.) Thank God for the Internet.

When they had been at the library earlier, Sam had managed to pull a handful of articles from the microfiche, and three of them had been obituaries: people who had died on the land, if not in the library itself. The first, Ed Carson, was an elderly gentleman who’d had a heart attack in the parking lot three years ago. Probably not their spook. Too benign of a death.

The other two, Abby Perkins and Margot Good, were less clear than Mr. Carson, the articles that Sam had managed to find at the library providing only the basest of details; Abby Perkins had died in nineteen eighty-four, and Margot Good in seventeen ten. Now Sam was doing his thing, working on digging up more information on the other two deaths while Dean continued to side-eye the Wall until he eventually decided it was time for a beer and went to get one from the minifridge.

Privately, Sam was impressed with how little alcohol had passed Dean’s lips that day so far. Then again there were still some hours to go before they crashed for the night, so things still had time to edge downhill. Still. He could handle a few beers. Dean could handle a few beers. It was good to see him taking the job seriously. But he had taken the rugaru job seriously, too. He was a professional when it came down to it.

“Okay, so,” Sam spoke up after a while of working his deep dive, and Dean turned away from the Wall again to look toward him; “Abby Perkins died of anaphylactic shock back in the eighties, she was allergic to bees. But Margot Good—she was hung on this land way back in seventeen ten.” He looked up from his computer to grin slightly, “which was, of course, the popular way to deal with witches, back in the day.”

Dean’s brows rose and he took a pull of his beer. “Real witch or is this a Salem Witch Trials situation?”

“Oh, Salem Witch Trials and in more than one way.” Sam gestured toward the computer screen even though Dean couldn’t see what was on it; “in seventeen ten the witch hysteria was still very real, and it had spread out from Massachusetts to other colonies all over the country. And Margot Good just happened to share a last name with the most famous of the Salem ‘witches’—” He made air quotes around the word ‘witches’ for emphasis; “—Sarah Good. So, in this time of mass hysteria, rumors spread, and Margot is connected to the most infamous witch in history to that date. They practically had to hang her, as far as they were concerned.”

“But she was innocent, yeah?” Dean asked around the edge of his beer.

“Undeniably.” Sam agreed, “or at least that’s the prominent theory. But she was buried on the grounds where she was hanged, which was tradition at the time, I suppose, and guess what now stands on that ground?”

“The Albany County Public Library.” It wasn’t a guess. Dean made a little clicking sound with his tongue and finished off his beer. “But if she’s been dead for this long, what woke her up, now?”

Sam tapped at his laptop for a second before spinning it around for Dean to see the article he’d pulled up. “Look, they just started renovations on the library basement. They’re digging up the whole thing to replace the foundation. They broke ground last month. Bets that she’s buried somewhere under that floor?”

Dean was back at the minifridge pulling out another beer. He popped the cap and muttered, “no wonder she’s pissed off. She gets accused of witchcraft, probably tortured, then hung to death and she can’t even rest anymore because they’re digging up her grave? Shit.”

It took a really ticked off spirit to become an actual poltergeist instead of your run-of-the-mill ghost, but from what Sam had dug up, it sounded very likely that Margot Good had every reason to be seriously angry. That was definitely poltergeist territory right there. They both figured they’d probably found their culprit.

Now they just had to figure out what to do about it.

The standard for poltergeists was special hex bags in the walls of the building, north, south, east and west. Sometimes you could take one out by finding the body that had belonged to the spirit of the poltergeist in life, salting and burning the bones, but unlike with normal ghosts, that didn’t always track with poltergeists.

So hex bags it was.

With a call to Bobby, they were able to locate a witch in Cheyenne, Neave Wynne, who was willing to help them out with the proper hex bags to put down a poltergeist. Dean went alone, claiming that he needed some time to think, and Sam gave only a token protest before just agreeing that he would stay behind and make the rest of the preparations.

So, Dean made the hour’s drive (in forty minutes, tops) with his thoughts on Cas the entire time, despite initially trying to keep his mind on the job at hand, going over all of their interactions so far and how well, or badly, they had gone. He managed not to completely spin out this time, during the drive to Cheyenne, though he had his hands gripping too tightly on the wheel again by the time he pulled into the driveway at the address Bobby had given them.

In Cheyenne it was only a matter of minutes for him to pick up the hex bags, pay the witch an obscene amount of money and go on his way. Dean thanked Neave profusely on his way out the door, and she, in turn, thanked him for the cold hard cash. She wished him well in his endeavours, and he was off again, heavy four hex bags in his jacket pocket. Hopefully, they would do the trick.

Then there was the hour drive back to Laramie and a return to all his swirling thoughts. He managed to tamp it all down when he got to the motel and came face-to-face with Sam again, though, dropping the hex bags on the table with a little triumphant “Ta-daa!” and making Sam roll his eyes.

But even though he pushed the thoughts down they were still there, niggling, and his first instinct was to go for booze again. Beer at the very least, but preferably something stronger. They weren’t going to the Albany County Public Library again until the next day, so for now he allowed the impulse and went over to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He downed it in one go, then poured a second glass quickly. Sam gave him a look but didn’t say anything.

The rest of the evening was spent going over the case over and over again until Dean’s head was aching—or maybe that was him mixing his liquor again. That was definitely a possibility. Either way, by eleven o’clock that night Dean was exhausted, physically and mentally, and Sam wasn’t doing much better, so Dean finished off the last of the beer in his hand and set the bottle down on the table a little too hard before making his way over to collapse into his bed, not even bothering to get undressed first.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, too.

-- --

The next morning the brothers woke at eight a.m. to the alarm blaring Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley and Dean moaned a protesting noise and pulled his pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the shitty, shitty music. In the other bed, Sam just muttered, unamused, “the radio is freaking Rickrolling us. It is too early for this bullshit.”

Dean’s response was a muffled, “what the hell is a Rockroll?”

“Rickroll. It’s when you—” Sam started, even as he levered himself up and reached to smack at the alarm until it turned off. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. Come on, it’s time to get up.”

Still, Dean stubbornly stayed in bed while Sam got up and got ready to go for his morning jog, changing into his sweatpants and running shoes, and he left Dean where he was while he grabbed his ipod and wallet and disappeared out the door. He would let Dean snooze for another half an hour until he came back, coffee in hand. That would get Dean out of bed for sure—it always did.

And sure enough, when Sam got back (forty minutes later, the lineup at the coffee shop had been unreal), all he had to do was walk in the door with a tray full of fresh java and Dean rolled over in bed and lifted his head to peer back over his shoulder blearily. “You get coffee?”

“Yeah. Got one for you. Help yourself if you can haul yourself out of bed long enough.” Sam was already heading through to the bathroom for a shower; “I’ll be back out in a few. Don’t drink my coffee, too, jerk.”

Dean hummed and nuzzled into his pillow before absently replying “bitch” and finally swinging his legs around to sit up, rubbing at his hair absently before standing and wandering over to take one of the coffees from the tray on the table. He opened it up and began to sip at it as he wandered over to stand in front of the Wall Of Weird, still a little sleepy, staring at the article about Margot Wood that was pinned up right in the very center.

A poltergeist was easy. Ish. Usually. This one was just a little stronger than most. And gooier. They totally had this in the bag.

Dean nodded to himself, halfway through his coffee and feeling much more awake already and glanced over when Sam came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, crossing the room to root through his bag for a change of clothes and then, once he was dressed, taking his wet towel very pointedly back to the bathroom again, thank you very much, Dean.

A little smirk tugged Dean’s lips up and he went over to set the rest of his coffee on the table, then ducked into the bathroom once Sam was out again to shower and brush his teeth quickly. That was followed up by coming back into the main room, getting dressed, and just tossing his towel in the general vicinity of the bathroom, Sam. This was a game that never got old—or at least not to Dean. Sam found it very irritating.

The rest of the day was spent bickering between themselves as they gathered up everything they needed; the hex bags, obviously, but also their sawed-off shotguns, filled with rock salt, and the huge tin can of table salt—just in case the malevolent spirit actually showed itself. That was an unlikely scenario, though, as poltergeists rarely manifested as actual entities.

Dean sat taking his shotgun apart, cleaning it and putting back together, over and over again for over an hour in the middle of the afternoon, basically on autopilot, not really seeing what he was doing, just doing it on instinct alone, his thoughts a million miles away. It was something he and Sam both did when they were anxious over something—field-stripped and cleaned their weapons.

When he eventually blinked out of it and realized what he was doing, he could only sigh and finish his current round by putting his shotgun back together. Then he immediately retrieved his sidearm and proceeded to strip and clean it as well, but in this case only one time. Both guns were fully loaded and ready to go, now.

Across the table from him, Sam had finished cleaning both of his own guns long since and had been watching Dean do his work over and over for the past little while, but quickly turned his attention to his laptop, pretending he hadn’t been watching. “So, the library closes at eight.” He announced; “we can probably go around nine, just to be sure none of the staff are still around.”

“We have time to grab food, then?” Dean looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. They hadn’t even taken a break for lunch, just going on power bars that Sam always kept in his duffle. “I could use some real food before we do this thing.”

“Yeah, totally.” Sam agreed. “Diner down the street?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Dean nodded, then pushed his chair back and stood. “Oh, and Sam? Your power bars do nothing.”

-- --

At nine o’clock that night, they packed up their shit and drive across town to the currently closed Albany County Public Library, where they parked around back, and Dean made quick work of picking the lock on the back door to get them both inside the building.

They were not expecting a warm reception, but the instant they walked in the door a book flew out of nowhere and clocked Dean in the side of the head—and he cursed. Loudly. At least it was a dry book. No ectoplasm—so far. Dean really hated the ectoplasm. (So did Sam.)

Dean and Sam made their way through the rows of tables in the back section of the library and things exploded around them. The computers started fritzing out, blinking on and off, the keyboards sparking in the dark. The printers began printing out reams and reams of paper, spitting them out all over the place.

Sam reached down and picked one up, and all it had on it was one word, printed over and over again: INNOCENT. Sam held it out for Dean to see and got a snort in response. He dropped it back to the ground afterward.

“You take north and east; I’ll take south and west.” Dean said, and handed two of the hex bags to Sam, who pocketed them quickly and headed out, even as the filing cabinets began spewing out papers and index cards, along with more ectoplasm than anything they had ever seen before. It practically rained the stuff.

With Sam off to do his part, Dean made for the back wall and began hauling one of the filing cabinets away from the wall so he could kick a hole in the plaster. That part done, he shoved a hex bag into the hole before moving on to the west wall, where he spent a couple of minutes fending of books that were flying in his direction from the stacks before repeating the process of pulling out a cabinet and booting a hole in the wall. The second hex bag went in as (relatively) easily as the first.

That done, he looked around for Sam and, when he couldn’t spot him, assumed he had gone to the north wall at the front of the building. So, with things still freaking out around him, Dean braved a dash through the stacks, books pelting him the entire way and slime dripping off the shelves, now, until he burst through the other side—only to find Sam standing there looking at him.

“Why didn’t you finish south and west?!” Sam demanded over the library having an utter fit.

“I did!” Dean replied, incredulous, and then winced when another heavy book bounced off his shoulder blade. That was going to freaking bruise. He made his way forward to stand next to Sam, farther away from the cacophony in the main part of the library. “What the hell is going on?!”

Margot Good was one strong poltergeist if the hex bags didn’t even phase her. And if that was the case, then the only thing they had left was uncovering the body and salting and burning the bones. Otherwise, they were seriously screwed. So, it was decided that they would go to the basement, where there were hopefully less books to collide with their faces.

A quick rock-paper-scissors later and Sam braved the book-and-index card melee to go back outside for shovels from the trunk of the Impala while Dean stayed behind and continued to endure the onslaught inside, this time the metal detectors by the front entrance trying to electrocute him—he just barely managed to dash away in time to avoid frying. Now everything was covered in black goo, and he would hate to see the face of the librarian who came to unlock the building in the morning.

When there’s something strange, in your neighborhood… who you gonna call? If there’s something weird, and it don’t look good… who you gonna call? Dean’s voice singsonged, even as Sam burst through the stacks again, carrying two folding shovels and covered head-to-toe in ectoplasm.

Shovels obtained, they found the door to the basement, which was, predictably, locked. So, they, just as predictably, picked it, and quickly flicked the lights on, heading down the narrow staircase cautiously. The overhead lights flickered, almost like a strobe light, but at least the basement had been cleared out to make room for the construction on the floor, so there was less for the poltergeist to throw at them. Still, little chips of gravel and concrete left over from the excavation of the old floor pelted them constantly their entire way down, tiny and stinging like bites from a fly.

The whole poured concrete floor had been dug up and hauled away, leaving just dirt behind, which they assumed was going to be covered up with more concrete, eventually. For now, it left things perfect for them to dig, assuming they could figure out where because the library didn’t exactly have a small footprint, and—

Over in one corner, the ground was moving. Shifting and lifting, something rising up from under it.

They both froze and watched as a shape clawed its’ way out of the dirt, vaguely human but rotted nearly through—

“Is that a freaking zombie?” Dean asked almost flatly.

“I think… it’s Margot Good.” Sam replied, almost blank.

The rotting corpse—which by all means should have been nothing but dust and bones by now, considering she had been buried in the seventeen hundreds—spun to face them, mouth wide and shrieking and the walls started to bleed ectoplasm. Dean flinched his shoulder away from the nearest wall and yanked his pistol out of the back of his jeans. “Well, we know what to do with zombies. Sorry, Margot.”

A quick headshot did the trick. The walls immediately stopped oozing, and the cacophony upstairs fell silent; they could hear midair books dropping to the ground deadly and when the printers suddenly stopped spitting out page after page of paper. They watched the body slump to the ground, then immediately begin melting, then turning to dust, and Dean tucked his gun away again.

“You, uh, ever see something like that before?”

“Nope.”

“We should get out of here.”

“I call dibs on the first shower.”

-- --

Now that they were done with the poltergeist-slash-zombie, Sam wanted to immediately go to South Dakota to help Bobby with his research into the Louisiana thing. Dean was happily stuck in his rut right where he was, though. He thought he deserved a few days off rather than hopping on the road again so soon, but Sam reminded him that lots of people were dying in New Orleans. Literally boatloads of people. They went around and around on the topic for a good, long while, especially because Dean wouldn’t allow Sam to just up and take the Impala to go to South Dakota without him.

Sam finally threw his hands in the air and declared; “fine then! I’m calling Cas!”

Dean froze, then blanched slightly, then stammered, “he’s—he’s not a freaking taxi!”

But it was too late, Sam was already casting his eyes toward the ceiling and saying, “Cas, if you’re listening in, it’s Sam Winchester and I could really use a ha—”

Dean next thing to tackled him. He scrambled out of his chair, knocking it over in his haste, and collided with his brother, tumbling them both onto one of the beds, where they proceeded to wrestle and fight while Dean tried everything he could to keep Sam from praying—including actually clamping a hand over his mouth. When Sam childishly licked his palm, Dean jerked his hand away again and made a disgusted noise, wiping it on Sam’s shirt.

“Sammy, I told you—”

“Uh. If this is a bad time I could come back later.” Cas said from over by the table. He was observing their little scuffle with more than a bit of amusement in his eyes and proceeded to watch them both scramble to get up and right themselves, too, a small smile on his face.

“You don’t have to be here.” Dean told him gruffly, straightening his shirt and avoiding eye contact like it was a deadly dangerous thing.

“Sam called me.” Cas pointed out before turning his attention to Sam, who was still floundering in the blankets slightly. Finally, Cas made his way over and helped the younger Winchester to untangle himself, then pulled him to his feet.

“Giant baby.” Dean commented.

Cas chuckled and Sam glared. “Cas, I need a lift to Bobby’s place, if you have the time. Dean refuses to drive there, and I want to help Bobby with research for the New Orleans job.”

“Do we not deserve breaks in between cases, sometimes?” Dean demanded.

“You do.” Cas agreed with Dean, but then gave Sam a smile; “I can absolutely take you to South Dakota, Sam. When do you want to be picked up?”

“I dunno… thirty-six hours? That’ll give us a good head start at the very least.” Sam was already cramming all of his stuff into a bag, “I guess if I need more time I can always, uh… let you know.”

“Yes, prayer works no matter where you are.” Cas nodded, waiting for Sam to finish packing before stepping over and hovering one hand over his shoulder. “You might want to brace yourself. The first time can be… a little jarring.” Then he patted his hand down on Sam’s shoulder, and they were gone.

In South Dakota, the two of them appeared just outside the door to Bobby’s house: Cas had very specifically not transported them inside because Mr. Singer had yet to see him since he’d been back, not really, and he wasn’t looking forward to the reunion. Bobby had made threats during their first meeting, back when Cas had still been human—about what he would do if Cas ever hurt Dean—and Cas had more than just hurt Dean, he had, as John Winchester had correctly predicted so long ago, destroyed him. Not that he thought Bobby could physically harm him, very little could, but…

It was a confrontation he was still putting off at all costs.

Now, Sam steadied himself, feeling a little woozy from the flight over, and glanced toward the door before offering a smile. “You should—”

“I’m going to.” Cas told him softly. “Just as soon as I’m done here.”

“Good luck, Cas.”

“Thank you, Sam. I’m going to need it.”

And then he was gone again, leaving Sam to knock on Bobby’s door at eleven o’clock at night, no Impala in sight, when by all intents and purposes he should have been in Wyoming. He got a splash of Holy Water to the face for his troubles, and his entire explanation was “angels”, which just made Bobby snort—but at least he was let in the door in the end.

-- --

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean tensed up at the familiar voice and didn’t move for a moment. He had barely managed to right his chair and sit back down and now Cas was back again, and it threw his whole everything off-kilter. Finally, he lifted his eyes to look at the angel standing next to him. “Hey… Cas.” He replied hesitantly.

“I can… leave. If you want me to.” Cas offered softly.

Dean sighed and glanced away again before shaking his head. He lifted one leg to shove the chair opposite his out from the table a bit with his foot. “No, I—it’s fine. Sit.”

Cas took the olive branch and pulled the chair out the rest of the way, sitting down, his every movement careful, as if Dean might spook if he moved too fast or too suddenly. As if he might snap, which he had every right to do, really, despite the headway they’d briefly made with Cas helping him with his nightmares. Once he was seated, Cas looked down at his lap for a long moment before finally speaking up again; “I’m… sorry, Dean. I’m sorry things are so broken between us. I never meant for any of this. And it’s…” Shaking his head, he added; “I’d hoped the other night might help, some, but you barely even remember it…”

When he trailed off, Dean glanced up at him slightly, then away again, the two of them both avoiding eye contact, now. “I’m sorry, too.” He replied after a long silence, then just shoved out of his seat and made his way over to his bed, where he flopped down and curled up on his side. At first Cas assumed that he was just trying to put some more distance between them, but then Dean asked, “are you coming, or…?”

Surprised, Cas blinked, then hesitated before getting up and crossing the room, toeing his shoes off and then crawling onto the mattress behind Dean, settling on his side facing Dean’s back. After a brief moment, he lifted one hand to rest by Dean’s hip, and Dean allowed it without complaint. The two of them were silent for a long time, just laying together, breathing together, before Cas finally spoke up:

“Have there been others, while I was gone?” He asked softly. He knew the answer to that question already, he had seen it, but it would be different actually hearing it from Dean’s mouth.

Dean frowned, though his back was still to Cas so Cas couldn’t see it. He shifted slightly. “Cas, I—damnit, of course there have been. You were gone for seven years, and I—I thought you were gone for good, that—that you died or—or something worse—and was I supposed to just stay celibate all that time?”

“Of course not.” Cas assured him, voice still quiet. Then he asked gently, “did any of them matter?”

Dean hesitated at that, one hand coming up, fingers touching along the back of Cas’s hand absently. “One.” He admitted, finally, “her name was Cassie, and trust me, I get the irony in that. Cassie’s the first person that I really loved after you. The only one. But still not—not the way I loved you. Nothing could compare to how I loved you. Anyway, it didn’t last.”

“You deserve love, Dean. I’m glad that you found her, even if only for a while.”

There was a long silence after that, Dean stewing over everything in his head and Cas giving him the space and silence to do so. This thing between them was… almost new, again. Raw and painful, particularly for Dean. Especially after what had happened the week before, the last time they had been alone together. Cas didn’t want to push too hard and possibly break it, or him, again.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Dean said finally, voice coming out gruff, “I’m glad you’re not dead. I was so afraid you were dead, but… you were just upstairs this whole time? You keep saying you couldn’t leave, but why couldn’t you come see me? Why couldn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to,” Cas admitted, “all this time, I wanted to go to you so badly. But they wouldn’t let me. I was forbidden contact with you until…” Trailing off a little, he slid his hand to rub by Dean’s shoulder where his own handprint was branded into Dean’s flesh, “until I was ordered to pull you out.”

“You’ve never really been one to break the rules all that much,” Dean admitted softly.

“Especially when they’re handed down by God Himself.” Cas added.

“I get your point. Doesn’t make this any easier to swallow.”

“I know, Dean. I’m sorry.”

Finally, finally, Dean shifted, rolling over to face Cas. He looked at the angel quietly for a moment before offering; “you do look good, Cas.”

Cas gave a little smile, “so do you, Dean. For someone who just escaped Hell.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dean muttered. He lifted one hand to tug at the lapel on Cas’s trench coat and he made a soft, almost amused noise. “With the trench coat. You’re an angel now, you couldn’t find anything better?”

“I was wearing it when I was Called back to Heaven.” Cas explained, and a hand came up to cup Dean’s jaw gently, thumb running along his stubbled cheek. He added, “besides, I told you before, years ago, that I like it. So, when I changed the rest of my clothes, after I returned to Heaven, closer to their dress code, I kept my trench coat. For sentimental reasons. I’m still wearing my bracelet from Charlie, too.”

“I saw that, yeah.” Green eyes flitted down to his own wrist, where he had worn the leather cuff for so many years.

Cas followed his gaze, lips quirking just slightly. “You’re not wearing your cuff anymore. Did it finally break?”

“No. I…” Dean trailed off, avoiding Cas’s eyes, before trying again, “I took it off, a couple of years after you vanished. It was… it was painful. To wear it and think of you every time I saw it.” He admitted softly, looking almost ashamed, “I still have it, though, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. I just… haven’t worn it in a really long time.”

Sadness flitted across Cas’s face. He had already known all of that, but this conversation was important. He sighed softly, resisting the urge to pull Dean into his arms. He didn’t think they were there yet; despite the fact they had already had sex a little over a week before. “I’m so sorry, Dean. That I put you through that. It wasn’t intentional, I had no choice, but… you suffered because of me. And I never wanted that. I only ever wanted you to be happy.”

And Dean knew that, really, deep down inside himself. He knew Cas hadn’t abandoned him on purpose, hadn’t left him willingly. But that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. He was still wrestling with the fact that Cas was back after so very long—and not only that, that he wasn’t human as he had appeared to be for all the years Dean had known him before.

He was a freaking angel, and angels existed, and it was a lot to take. But speaking of angels…

“Hey,” Dean said, changing the subject entirely, much to his own private relief, “that… ringing in your ears. Was that…?”

Cas quirked a smile again. “It really was angels talking,” He informed Dean, “when I hit my head during the jorogumo Hunt it knocked something loose… or maybe back into place. I started hearing the other angels talking to each other. Not tinnitus, like the doctors said. More like Angel Radio, as my Father called it.”

“You were an angel all along.”

“So it would seem.”

“Tell me about it, Cas. Tell me about you.”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

Cas sighed and shifted slightly, pausing to think. “I’m countless eras old, and I’ve had many true forms. I’ve been around since the dawn of time, pretty much. Since before the Earth was even born. I was a warrior for God through it all. I fought and then commanded in his armies.” And ah, that explained the slightly hardened look in his eyes, now, Dean thought. Cas continued; “then, twenty-five years ago, I was ordered to come to Earth, but my True Vessel at the time, Jimmy Novak, was only a small child then. Five years old. He wasn’t ready. Being placed into an unready body was… traumatizing. My Grace was supressed. I lost my memories. I was… trapped, I guess, in this body. For lack of a better term.” He shrugged a little, “so I was placed with my Father, and he raised me into adulthood. I lived a normal, human life. I moved around a lot. Eventually I met you.”

He paused there with a fond little smile, “I fell in love, the way humans fall in love. So totally and completely. You were my everything. I would have given anything, everything for you, to you… I still would. But… when my Vessel was twenty-three, my body became ready and my Grace reawakened, and I was Called back to Heaven to Serve again. But you already know that part.” Cas hummed to himself before continuing; “loving you… it changed me, as a person. As an angel. I’m not the same Castiel that I was before my time on Earth. Before my time with you.”

“Loving you changed me, too.” Dean agreed, but then frowned, obviously bothered by something, and asked, “why were you ordered to come to Earth if your Vessel wasn’t ready?”

“I don’t know.” Cas told him truthfully, “I don’t question when orders are given to me from Heaven, from God.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Did you question your father when he gave you orders?”

“That’s different, I…” Dean started—then trailed off because it really wasn’t all that different, after all, when he thought about it. He glanced down—and finally lifted one hand up to touch against Cas’s chest, just tentatively at first, and then harder, until his palm was pressed there firmly, feeling the angel’s heart beating under it, reassuring. Or, his Vessel’s heart, anyway. Either way, it was Cas. “I really thought you were dead, Cas.”

“I’m sorry, Dean. I never meant for any of this. And the last thing I wanted was to leave you.” Then, softly, “I loved you, Dean. With my entire being, with everything I had. I still do. I always have. I always will.”

“I…” Dean had already told Cas he still loved him, days ago, but it had been shouted in anger and frustration. Now he hesitated again. After a moment he flashed a little, fleeting smile and just offered, “same.” Then he adjusted, ever so slowly and carefully, to tuck himself against Cas’s chest, letting Cas wrap his arms around him delicately. “I really thought you were dead.” He repeated after a moment, head tucked under Cas’s chin, forehead pressed by his clavicle and voice slightly muffled. “I thought you were dead and I just… I died inside.”

“I saw. I watched you search and suffer. I suffered along with you.” Cas was speaking softly, afraid of breaking whatever spell had come over them. The sudden peace. “I cried for you countless times.”

“It just… became all about the Hunting. After I gave up searching for you.” Dean continued, and Cas fell silent again, “just Hunt after Hunt after Hunt, never ending, and the pointless sex, the booze, the loose women. Anything to forget about you. Until Cassie. And even that didn’t last. But no other men, I couldn’t…” Trailing off, he took a bit of a breath and swallowed slightly. “Then there was Yellow Eyes, and Dad dying… saving Sammy, bartering my soul. And forty years in Hell.” A weak chuckle, “turns out it was only four months of Earth time. And you—”

“I was the angel tasked with leading the army into Hell and rescuing you.” Cas agreed quietly. “And I think we both know why.”

“We do?”

“I would move Heaven and Earth for you, Dean. I would have done anything to pull you out of Hell. I would have sacrificed everything. You didn’t belong there. And my superiors knew all of that.”

“I’ve done bad things, Cas.”

“I know. So have I. Everyone has. That doesn’t mean you should be damned to an eternity in Hell.” Cas ducked his head to press a gentle kiss against Dean’s hair and murmured something he had told Dean countless times in their past together; “you are a good man, Dean Winchester.”

“I guess that should mean something, coming from an angel, huh?”

“Coming from me.”

Dean was quiet for a while, then, just absorbing that much of their conversation and feeling Cas’s chest rising and falling under where his head was pressed. They weren’t there yet, they had a long way to go, but this was a step up from the angry sex from before. It felt… honest. Real. It helped to soothe a part of Dean that had been raw and wounded for years.

For now, this was alright, though. They could take their time while Dean attempted to work his head around the fact that Cas was back—and wasn’t exactly human. He knew Cas wanted nothing more than to fall back into the way things had been before—his feelings for Dean had clearly not changed an iota in all their time apart—but for Dean it was more complicated. Cas had been able to watch over him, all those years, but to Dean, Cas had simply been dead and gone. It was hard to swallow that he had actually been there invisibly riding shotgun all along.

Dean pressed his forehead a little harder into Cas’s chest and in response Cas tightened his arms around Dean, just the slightest bit. “This is a lot, Cas.” Dean said finally, after a long silence, “coming back from Hell, and you coming back from the dead, and… just. Everything.”

“I know.” Cas replied, tone soothing, and rubbed one hand against Dean’s back gently. “We can take things as slow as you need us to.”

“We already screwed, Cas, that’s not exactly taking it slow.”

“Mm, but I mean from now on. Now that you seem more… settled. We’ll start out from the beginning, if you want, like we’re just starting to date again. Does that make sense?”

Dean actually laughed, just a little. “Making out under the school bleachers?”

That made Cas smile. “Well… maybe not that far back, exactly. But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” Dean eased back a bit, lifting his head up to look at Cas again, his gaze mostly unreadable, but scrutinizing. Finally, he hesitated, then leaned in to kiss the angel, just lightly—then a little harder before pulling back again. “You know I still… I still… I never stopped…”

Cas hushed him with another gentle kiss. “I love you, too, Dean.”

Dean didn’t say it back, not in those words, but Cas didn’t need him to.

[igbylicious]

IGBYYYY!!! you've truly outdone yourself I've been emotionally compromised by the latest whichever way chapter,,, I don't think I am going to make it to the final chapter rip :(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Nah like seriously I think you just went into my head plucked all of my favorite things and wrote them down SO WELL. From the playful banter in the supermarket to the love confession in the kitchen I was kicking my feet and squealing!!!!

Mrs. yoon aka neighbor of the year and my favorite lady <3 I was got mortified for the guys but I genuinely enjoyed her little appearance so much. Especially since it perfectly segued into them having a talk about their relationship I love everyone being so emotionally mature. What a chill lady wish her the very best in her fictional little world~

JOONGIE MENTIONED!!! I was looking forward to this and I am so glad we got a little peak of topaz in your universe. what a treat thank you <3 <3

You know what else I love? the fact that you've wrote their dynamic developing SO WELL that even WE feel secure in their relationship that the labels talk or even the jealousy talk didn't feel distressing for even a second. Truly a comfort fic <3 really loved wooyoung's retelling of their fight over moving. san being upset at the idea of moving away from reader nooo I can see the pouting it's so precious pls.

Speaking of our precious san. YOU GAVE US WHINEY SUBBY TIED UP SAN I LOVE YOU! but also the way you wrote it again YOUR MIND!! the way reader was checking on san so gently slowly letting him get used to the idea letting him know it's okay to ask to be taken care of like that oh my sappy heart couldn't take it. idk how you've done it but even reading about reader tying up san was relaxing to me up until it wasn't 👀aksdlas.

you know whiny san is my actual weakness and you truly unleashed him on my poor unsuspecting mind. the desperate begging??? the chest harness??? and he's such a sensitive boy the TEARS!!!! dacryphilia go brrr loved the soft tummy appreciation too. everything was just perfect!

reader was right woo went FERAL at them both! and I can't even blame him because I was cheering him on. love how everyone was on the big tiddie appreciation committee too. I really just keep going on how you hit every note perfectly the smut was simply delectable.

again just wanna say how much I love wooyoung's emotional maturity and reader's character development. you did so so well. I am proud of them AND you! The way they communicate is such a comfort <3

Thank you for sharing I knew it was a bit of a struggle but as I say every time you make it so worth the wait <3 I hope you're feeling better and everything is working out well with you!

Oh and I had a bit of a random question but like did you used to write for other fandoms before ateez? your writing style seems so polished honestly it made wonder ^^ and apologies for super incoherent ask it is embarrassingly late once again XD

lol oh yeah to answer the question first; i started writing fanfic when i was like 10 years old and never stopped*! ^^ so i have a decent few years of practice under my belt hehe ♡(>ᴗ•)

(* = ok ‘never stopped’ is actually a lie; i did dip into original fic for a while but drifted back to fanfic bc it’s just more fun and satisfying to me :3 esp au’s, that’s kinda like the best of both worlds!)

OFC THERE IS TOPAZ IN THIS AU (♡°▽°♡) i just love them so so so much asdsjkadskjasdk (≧◡≦)

ahhh i’m happy those moments weren’t distressing; i’m trying to hit a happy middle ground where we don’t go too big on the angst, but the trio also doesn’t just magically fall into a healthy dynamic w/out putting any work into it either! and yeah Woosan will be Woosaning lol, ofc they do their harmless bickering from time to time hehe <3

ASDKJDASKJ YAYYYY I’M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED SUBBY WHINY SAN he is a joy to write, such a good boy uwu. and i mean is it really an Igby fic if there isn’t at least a lil dacryphilia in there? 👀 i just can never resist temptation lol it’s so easy to sprinkle over the smut for flavour (╹ڡ╹ ) and i’m happy you appreciated the soft tummy appreciation! i wasn’t sure if anyone other than me would be alright w/ San ab erasure asdjkdsjksd xD

Woo’s brain short-circuited at what he saw and who can blame him <3 it might not have been a big secret fantasy of him to dom San like this by himself, but gosh he’s more than happy to play together when reader’s there to give him that lil nudge hehe ♡

and ahhh yeah i love writing Wooyoung’s mature side ;; he gets to be both emotionally mature AND a bratty menace in this fic lol this man contains multitudes (⌒▽⌒)♡

thankyouuu it’s really been one thing after the other, i hope things quiet down so i can just write my comfort fic in peace and get the next part to you asap asdjkdaskj <3

and PLS apologising for making me kick my feet & giggle & blush every time i read this ask??? yes how DARE you! ( `ε´ )

[apersonthatexistsonthisplanet]

I spent an embarrassing amount of time looking at Yanqing hcs, scrolling through tumblr intros, and I’m proud to say i don’t know how to start an account

I did a little sketch of one of two of my children, so I’m going to introduce them ( I’m stupidly obsessed with creating ocs ) Either way, meet Ageha :) He has a whole document, linked below, but I need to ramble about him.

Ageha, if you’re a TLDR person, is a funny little guy that’s a sword but then becomes a human because well, the blacksmith that made him felt silly and then decided to infuse him with some spirit. But his creator is also in debt! With the IPC! Big surprise there, and then his creator decided to use him as payment for his debt because well, he decided to go see the holy gates.

If you’ve made it this far, congrats :D. I’ll start to talk about all the details and stuff now. Ageha is specifically a “蝴蝶双刀“，or you can say “蝴蝶之剑” if you want to be fancy. In English, it means dual butterfly knives, small knives for close combat. Concept seems familiar? No, I didn’t get inspired by soul eater, it’s the fanfic soul steel on ao3. Go check it out, it’s one of my favourites as a yanqing fan :). Although he is usually meant for close combat, he has a special design, a small little orb in the middle of the hilt. It’s meant for storing blood, and his sword form can take on different shapes and sizes based on the amount of blood stored.

I found this picture on Pinterest, but I’d love if if anyone could tell me where this came from. Basically, this is his entire weapon concept. Like any metal, he rusts if he goes without combat for too long, he kind of just becomes slower and less reactive in general XD. So then, being sealed away is kind of a punishment to him bc he becomes laggy.

Ageha was found by Pearl, and then kind of just fell in love at first sight, but not the romantic love, its more like mesmerised. Think of him as Argenti but instead of Idrila it’s Pearl. Or anything beautiful in general. He loves beauty, but of course he’s not as expressive as Argenti. As a part of the Strategic investment Department, he’s more used as a negotiation item than actual work. So he gets passed around, attacks people, carries out stuff that can help in investment. He doesn’t really mind it, but he gets really curious and tries to understand the deals that Jade or Aventurine carries out even if he’s uneducated and can’t understand anything. The only thing he knows how to do is barter and argue.

I also love the Xianzhou, so obviously he’s been to it before. He’s mainly there in Penacony tho. In Xianzhou, he’s more of running around trying to listen to rumours and look at sword designs than actually carrying out his work. The negotiations didn’t go well on his side, but based on the other people’s reactions, it didn’t seem that bad when Jade stepped in. ( Yanqing was baffled. The officials were confused. Jing Yuan was struggling to understand his words. All he did was shout at them while swinging around his arms. He wasn’t even speaking a language. )

Surprisingly, he doesn’t have any trauma, it’s just abandonment issues. The boy doesn’t want to be abandoned like a weapon, he wants to be of use to the IPC ( as if he wasn’t brought in to pay off a debt ) and he was offered a choice to leave some years ago, he just decided to stay because Pearl was there. Not like Pearl actually treats him well, he’s just weird and attached. He’s the type to start crying if you leave him alone for too long at the side of the road.

Yea but evidently if he doesn’t have trauma someone else must have taken over his trauma. That poor unlucky soul’s my other oc, he’s called Esperanza. He used to be Lucian but then I decided to split him off from the original oc he was based off of. I’ll link his document below, but keep in mind it’s not updated. I love foxians, I like the idea of Mara-struck yanqing, boom Mara-struck foxian that’s actually drunk squirrels in disguise.

I’m aware foxians don’t usually live long enough to be affected by Mara, they die around 300(?) years, while like long life species can live up to thousands of years. But I like to think that his family has something akin to progressive ageing. Basically, from a certain age onwards, they start ageing much faster. Instead of one year, they age something like ten years, so they become much more prone to Mara. This guy went and got sad about it, then decided to end the entire bloodline so no one would have to suffer anymore whilst he was affected by Mara. He basically went, “This sucks, I can’t believe the whole’s family’s crazy, we should all die together.” But then thier family doctor came by and saw him and stopped him ( really should’ve let him die )

He stepped onto the path of nihility, became an emo self-annihilator, went to a doctor of chaos, ruined the poor guy’s whole office and wrecked it, then ran out crying. Esperanza returned to the Xianzhou, where his entire family has been running away from for years cause it makes their condition that much worse. He doesn’t really get why they’ve been running away from these silly little ships for so long and now he kinds of just wanders the streets homeless and sleeping on the streets half drunk on soulglad and confused on what’s he’s doing half the day. In case you’re curious on how he survives, he snatches food from people. He’s still healthy enough to commit minor crimes.

Anyways, that’s the end of my ramble for now. If you’re curious about my head cannons, if you want to see me write something, if you have questions about my ocs, feel free to ask away (?) If its related to Yanqing, I’ll actually come sprinting over at a speed you think impossible. I don’t know how tumblr works, so I’d appreciate it if someone summarised the important things i need to know or what i should be careful about here :Kneel: Please, I’m very lost. Is apersonthatexistsonthisplanet supposed to be my username? Sorry for any errors, I don’t know what I’m writing.

Documents: Ageha: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1izlrKAsflk0s8GEzoMvzgVXKYHrXkVX5e9tEqZKEc3M/edit

Esperanza: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11ipNYMKhMi27Pork38Ecu_74OhcKbwS4CwPb1-UGytM/edit

[skyward-floored]

For the ask game I chose one of my favorite segments from “Pup” (which I had a really hard choosing lol so I might be back with another later on)

The darkness making him up abruptly shifts, settling into something less formless. A broad form with a pelt draped across the shoulders slips into view, a normally kind face twisted into a smirk. Tattoos glowing a faint red as bangs brush across his forehead, and the golden wolf almost takes a step back at the familiar face now looking at him.

But he checks himself, standing his ground with a snarl.

“Perhaps it was forward of me, but I went ahead and introduced myself to your descendant,” the shadow says, smiling down at the young boy he’s still pointing his sword at. The child shrinks away, and he laughs again. “I must admit, I don’t see much of a resemblance.”

He suddenly dips down and snatches the boy up by his tunic’s collar, eliciting a startled cry from the child.

“Take a good look at what you become, Link,” he says in a low voice, ignoring the boy’s struggling. “Because this will soon be a future that doesn’t exist.”

Ohhh I had so much fun writing this part >:) I feel bad for traumatizing baby Twi... but he doesn’t even remember when he’s older so it’s fine he’s fine.

Dark Link knows that taking the form of Twilight will rattle our old Shade here more then he would ever admit— after all, for Time, it’s been ages since the Links all went their separate ways after lu, and seeing such a familiar face after so long... he doesn’t let it stop him from fighting him off to save the boy he stole his image from, but the fight certainly won’t leave his mind any time soon. (Poor Time! This is his worst nightmare).

This fic could be set at two different points in regard to lu, and I honestly like them both: the original spot where I had it set was before lu technically began, so this truly is Dink introducing himself to Twilight. I like that because it shows how committed Dink is to destroying them all, going so far as to head back in time and try to kill them before they’re even a threat (which ties in to brethren in a cradle, I think I’m so clever lol), and have the guts to taunt them while he’s at it.

The other spot where it can be set is after Twikight is injured and Wild destroys the darknut, and it reforms and creates a portal. Dink obviously has a personal vendetta against Twilight now, and he figures destroying him before he’s even a threat will greatly help with... whatever his game is.

So yeah, either works, and I like how they both fit tbh XD

This passage in particular really shows how much of a threat Dink is, which was part of my goal for the fic. There’s no lows he won’t sink to, even going to the lengths to attack an unarmed child who currently poses no threat to him.

Not to mention the taunting, like “Take a good look at what you become, Link. Because this will soon be a future that doesn’t exist.” BRO. That is a 2-3 year old you’re terrifying out of his mind, he has no CLUE what you’re talking about. I mean, Time does, but Dink is honestly more talking to himself at this point. He enjoys the fear though.

Think that’s all I got, thanks for sending it in! This is a favorite segment of mine, I’m glad you like it so much as well :)

[asknarashikari]

Tsukasa: You, Geats, you’re needed!

Ace: I’m needed?

Ace: I hope you’re not going to ask for me to use my powers.

Tsukasa: Yeah, no.

Tsukasa: Lose the shirt and come with me,

Keiwa: What?

Neon: What?

Michinaga: What?

Tsukasa: Maybe next time, you I’ll need the other boys, but I’m only needed Geats this time.

Neon: Oh we’re coming with whereever you’re taking him.

Michinaga: He can take care of himself.

Michinaga: But its sus that you want him to lose his shirt.

Keiwa: Oh!

Keiwa: This is about Takeru-san, isn’t it Tsukasa-san?

Tsukasa: Seriously, how are you the – nevermind.

Tsukasa: I’m not opposed to Na-go’s idea, you can come with.

--- one Aurora Travel later ----

Emu: Ace? Why are you shirtless?

Ace: Emu-sensei, I was told I was needed and had to lose my shirt.

Emu: Decade…

Tsukasa: Do you want this to happen, or not?

Emu: You should’ve gotten his consent first.

Tsukasa: If he wasn’t onboard, he would have refused when I told him to lose his clothes.

Ace: I am curious why you asked for me to lose my shirt.

Neon: And we were suspicious why in the first place.

Michinaga: Tycoon, tried to explain.

Michinaga: But you need Geats to go around topless so that another won’t get simp-ed on?

Neon: I have to agree with Michinaga, here, Emu-sensei.

Emu: I actually have no problems with him being simp-ed on, as what you called it.

Emu: I’m here because of this one, where Decade doesn’t give enough information to the person he’s dragged.

Emu: He’s my son!

Tsukasa: Going all in on the mom-friend there, Ex-aid

Michinaga: He’s 26 or so years old?

Akari: I asked them to do this.

Neon: Oh really?

Neon; I’m all for it!

Neon: Go out there, Ace! Charm those simps with your Star of the Stars of the Stars charm.

Michinaga: Haaaaaaaa?!

Tsukasa: Talk about throwing someone under the bus

Neon: Also, I’ll have anyone know, my Tanuki is off limits.

Michinaga: My Tanuki?!!!

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Riders react?

Poor Takeru's so embarrassed from being babied, he's hiding under his hoodie while complaining about it lol.

Everyone else is torn between jeering at Ace and being jealous about how Takeru is treated... because they don't get that when they have simps chasing them or their significant others XD Someone's clearly the favorite of the mom friend

[sonnetnumber23]

Good Omens 2 Re-watch. Episode 5.

“You leave me with no alternative” – says Aziraphale to the musician preparing to promise to give him a book for free.

[Love the Doctor Who theme playing in the background, hehe]

“Nina and Maggie are depending on me. They just don’t know it yet.”

First of all, all those jokes about Aziraphale organizing a ball to dance with Crowley are actually very true. And I don’t think he’s doing it just to hold Crowley’s hand – he really wants to see Nina falling in love with Maggie so that he himself could believe that Crowley might open up to him someday at last. Again: he wants to have control over something; he wants to feel that he is capable to make someone happy, and to deal with his own problems himself too.

Secondly, Aziraphale could have just as well made all those people come to the ball – after all he made those men in suits leave his bookshop and never return – but he chooses to negotiate with them, manipulate them, but let them come on their own free will. He’s basically tempting them all, but “They don’t have to say yes,” as Crowley once put it. And Crowley is following him around watching this.

***

I love speeches they do in Hell. :D Dagon in the first season, now Shax. :D No wonder, Crowley was the one to record the greeting message. XD

***

Nina talking to Crowley is so much gentler than when she’s with anybody else. Both here and later when she tells his about Lindsay leaving. You just see how she feels him and relates to him. It’s like it’s easier for her to talk to someone for whom everything is harder than for most of other people. She’s all prickly with Maggie and Aziraphale because quite often they act like the world is a happy place made of rainbows and unicorns with kind people all around you. Compared to that Crowley must seem kind of more real to her, or at least less annoying, huh.

And God, oh God, Crowley’s face after that conversation. How can a person show so much emotion with their dark glasses on?

***

The scene on the terrace of the French restaurant leaves me with a whole bunch of complicated feelings. They’ve probably all been described already, but if I try to lay them out for myself…

The first time I watched I didn’t even pay that much attention to the “smitten” joke, because I was a bit disturbed by how little attention Aziraphale pays to Crowley’s concerns. “You’re being silly” is not the way you should calm down your demon, Aziraphale!

But, as I looked through the gifs later, and now during the re-watch, I came to realize that this moment also shows me that side of Aziraphale that I’ve been trying to feel and describe in these posts.

Now, we’ve got this “smitten” joke, which everyone likes to mention, and it’s great because it’s just in the middle of two POV’s, so to speak.

When Crowley starts talking, he’s damn serious. Though he doesn’t talk directly about all his concerns, he’s still very much in the state where he wants Aziraphale to listen to him, to hear his worries. “I spent last night worrying… He could smite me…” I wonder if little part of Crowley wishes in this moment that Aziraphale would think of the danger he’s putting Crowley in and give in, and give up his stupid idea to hide Gabriel further – at least for Crowley’s sake, and this way Crowley might keep him safe.

But then Crowley happens to stumble upon this unserious linguistic matter – “smote… smited?” – and his whole rant is compromised, as if he is too afraid himself to sound too pleading too desperate. Remember, he did completely the same when he was going to ask Aziraphale for holy water. “Walls have ear… trees have ears… ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears?” – absolutely the same. Poor boy, he just can’t speak seriously about his own fears, the danger he is in. :’( Too nervous, too afraid to ask… T_T

Crowley is known for talking a lot about how he is selfish and values his own existence above all, and yet he is always the first to take huge risks to save others. Like in every single historical minisode this season, and several times in the first season too.

And here he suddenly bares his fears to Aziraphale hoping that the angel would see that if Crowley is afraid then it’s serious and he should be afraid too.

But the thing is that he gets a completely opposite effect.

Aziraphale suddenly feels more confident. He feels responsible, and therefore he feels the strength he needs to carry out this responsibility. We’ve already seen him like this: when he tries to snap Crowley out of his panic after Warlock’s birthday and come up with a plan, at the end of the world in season 1 starting with the refusal to fight the war and further; we’ll see it later, when he “does the thing with the halo” because nothing else and no one else is helping.

And he enjoys it. You can clearly see it while he’s convincing Crowley that he has nothing to fear. It’s not because Aziraphale is oblivious of the danger or doesn’t care about Crowley’s safety. He does, he’s just met Shax after all. He just can’t help and enjoy the feeling of being brave and sure and ready to act and protect – for once. He wants it so much – to feel capable, to feel competent. I wrote in the previous rewatch posts why.

We’re so used to the (head)canon that Aziraphale loves playing damsel in distress and letting Crowley save him. But this season states it quite clearly – if partly as a joke – that he does it for Crowley more than for himself. “Saving me makes him so happy.” That’s a joke, because Aziraphale knows perfectly well that most of those times he did need saving. But whether he does or doesn’t need saving, Aziraphale is always ready to admit that Crowley has done something wonderful. He knows Crowley loves it. And Aziraphale knows he would love it too. “There must be something I could do for you.”

So yeah, maybe he is a bit intoxicated by this feeling, maybe he is too sure and optimistic about Gabriel, maybe his plan is a bit rubbish (though let’s admit – the ball plan worked better than Crowley’s rain plan), but his motives are pure.

[Oh God, I wish so much to finally see a situation where Crowley would have to rely on Aziraphale for something big and Aziraphale will be capable enough to save the day and Crowley…]

***

Should we or do we even have to talk about all the moments where people call Crowley nice in this season? Apart from Aziraphale, there’s Jim and Mrs Sandwich and really Nina would do so too if she wasn’t Nina. It’s so… On one hand, it’s for fans and all, and it works – I do a little delighted noise every time Crowley can’t help being nice and someone mentions it.

[My theory is that there wasn’t enough nice and deep Crowley in S1, so now we’re getting what they owed us.]

On the other hand, doesn’t it sound a bit like foreshadowing to you? Or, like the things we ought to pay attention to. Crowley doing good just because “why not” and because “I do what I please”, kind of proves Aziraphale’s point which is: Crowley hasn’t ever been bad, he deserves Heaven as much as (if not more than) other angels do.

***

I’m really not a fan of Aziraphale messing with people’s emotions. I know he means well, but making people feel fine and even happy while they have all reasons to be upset looks far too much as robbing them of their free will.

That’s a bit like the thing he does with Crowley at the end, isn’t it – thinking he can make him happy even if Crowley doesn’t want it, thinking he knows better what’s best for him.

And this is such a striking contrast with the beginning of the episode where Aziraphale goes to great lengths to get people come to the party on their own free will.

Again, I think this comes from the notion that this time round he’s responsible, he has an idea, and he is so excited to see it work, to be able to save the day. For once. He enjoys being in charge so much, he even asks Crowley to go out so that he can surprise him with the new bookshop look later.

The same comes for the ending where Aziraphale is so happy to be the savior that he doesn’t even listen to the person he’s trying to save.

I can understand him, I know how easy it is to cross this line and not even notice it, especially when you’re feeling euphoric about something.

But of course it was wrong both times. It even reminds of that horrible moment in S1 when Adam makes his friends smile while they’re crying.

***

The whole atmosphere of the ball surrounded by demons is so NeilGaimany, it suddenly feels as if the stakes are higher than you expected. At least for a moment. I must say I like it that in the end it turned out that no humans were hurt after all.

Crowley throwing himself between Maggie and the demons is a moment that makes me jump a little. It’s not Aziraphale, Aziraphale isn’t even around to be impressed, and Crowley doesn’t know yet who those ominous creatures are – and his instinct is to defend the human and to stop something bad from happening.

And oh how much I love the fact that Crowley talks to those demons as someone of a higher rank! :D I love being reminded that Crowley was cool and actually very high-up in Hell. And he still has a lot more power than average demons or angels.

[I really suspect that one of the reasons I liked this season so much on the first watch was because it gave me all my favourite things about Crowley, lol.]

***

Aziraphale looking at Maggie while she and Nina are dancing – there’s so much gentleness and hope, and longing in that face! He wants the same for himself so much. And he hopes for it.

At the same time Crowley is worrying crazy, the whole weight of all these people’s fates on his shoulders. And Aziraphale isn’t listening to him. There’s already a lot of great heartbreaking meta about the way they keep things from each other and then not listening when the other one tries to talk.

I just want to stress how brilliantly the POV in this scene is done: with Aziraphale, we desperately want Crowley to take his hand and dance and talk and appreciate the beautiful thing he’s created to solve their problem (because as Aziraphale sees it, if they fool Heavens, Gabriel won’t be discovered – he doesn’t know yet that Shax has already acted on her threat). And with Crowley, we get frustrated with Aziraphale for not listening, for acting recklessly and putting them all in danger. And at the same time both of them just want to hold hands. XD

And then it’s Aziraphale who puts himself between Shax and the humans (and Crowley). He is confident and I like it just as much as I like cool and bossy Crowley. And when Gabriel volunteers to go out Aziraphale says he will protect him because he promised, and he’s still doing it with his confident, guardian-angel voice, which even sounds a little bit lower than his usual voice. He has it in him – the Aziraphale he wants to be: brave, competent, true to his word. And it comes naturally to him, even though he doesn’t always have resources to keep fighting.

There’s such sad irony that we’ve heard him be like that when he defends the Earth, humans, Gabriel. But we’ve never heard or seen him defending Crowley, have we? We’ve actually seen him defending other things and people from Crowley. Which is just… Uuuugh! Again, it’s all so natural: he sees Crowley as equal, even as someone stronger, cleverer, cooler – so Crowley doesn’t need, can’t need Aziraphale’s protection, not in this way, surely?

I hope so much that we’re yet to see Aziraphale putting Crowley above all else and defending him with all he has. I’m sure Crowley’s going to explode. Or at least I will.

***

[On a side not: I wonder whose clothes were the suit and the furry coat the Gabriel is wearing at the party? :D Did Aziraphale just have them in the bookshop?? Why?? XD]

***

Ahaha, hellish bureaucracy and Crowley’s bluff is just so Good Omens, I love it.

But he isn’t listening to Aziraphale just as Aziraphale didn’t listen to him. :( Well, he’s absolutely got his reasons: Aziraphale has put them all in danger, and after all demons are Crowley’s field of expertise. But still. It leaves Aziraphale again feeling his failure, feeling that he’s just been put back in his place.

I think the joke “saving me makes him so happy” is both a joke and Aziraphale’s little attempt to get back some of his self-esteem before the inevitable battle and after he’s just been put down by Nina. It’s interesting how Nina’s words echo in Shax’s line later in E6 “…Crowley’s moral support angel”.

Earlier I wrote about Aziraphale robbing humans and Crowley of their own free will. So here we kind of see the reason why he doesn’t see how wrong this is: people keep pointing out that he has no will of his own. And it’s a sore spot. Because on one hand he’s spent his whole eternity being told that his opinion and actions don’t matter. And on the other, he keeps relying on Crowley, because he doesn’t find it bad to rely on someone he loves and trusts. Just like he wishes he could rely on God. And that’s why he can’t see his error: he’s doing what’s in these people’s interests, he’s saving them, surely they’ll be happy to entrust their lives and will to someone who loves them?? Aziraphale would be. He always is.

I know some of these conclusions contradict each other but that’s because the characters’ feelings are so conflicted. They feel so much at every given second, and they have so much background that is not easy to shake off.

[wooglebear]

i wanted to talk a little about some of the interpersonal relationships I gave Cash since i love his tetocu23 version (other than Javi and Krupp) and want to yell about him

The first is George and Harold. Making Cash an Uncle Scrooge dt17-esque character actually allows him to develop friendly relations with other people aside from just Javi.

Cash still befriends George and Harold here because their canonical apparent friendship is obviously something I very much approve of, and their dynamic when someone inevitably turns into a monster of the week is pretty much this.

George: It's time for you know what!

Harold: Yeah! Captain Underpants!

Cash: You two, now's not a good time for whatever nonsense you’re going on about.

Javi: I agree with my boyfriend here! We're doomed!

George: You're nuts! This IS an emergency!

Cash does find out the truth about CU eventually, as does Javi, and they're surprisingly accepting.

Cash basically acts like Scrooge to bo, stanley, and gooch. Consider this trio and Hazel the Huey, Dewey, Louie and Webby of tetocu23.

next we have Cash's interactions with jessica and the sophies. Cash would support any of his niece and Jessica's interactions. I think Cash and Sophie 1's interactions would feel really quite natural and fun. He supports Other Sophie's crush on Jessica. And he and the sophies would genuinely be really good friends with each other if not for his rivalry with Krupp. I've said this before and I'll say it again, but Krupp and Cash's relationship here is based on Scrooge and Glomgold's interactions in dt17, if they weren’t actively out to kill each other.

Then we have Dressy, Erica and Mr. Ree. According to the creators of the AU, erica, dressy, and ree are a bit of a parallel to the george-harold-captain trio dynamic. So, Cash is the wildcard of that group. I can also see Cash discovering Vil Endenemys’s villainous plans and trying to warn the girls, but they think he's crying wolf, and so does mr. ree.

As for Dressy separately, she comes off so strong that Cash just doesn’t want to talk to her half the time.

Erica: You haven't been talking to Dressy much as of late. How come?

Cash: That girl… s-she was obnoxious even by my standards…

Cash would feel bad for Erica. He wants to babysit for this kid who grew up too fast, and he and Erica become friends just in case Cash actually feels he can actually babysit properly. As the wildcard of the group, he finds he and Mr. Ree contrast. Dressy and Erica listen to Ree. As for Cash, dressy and erica don’t listen to him enough!

Dante and Alyssa don’t start out as friends, but they end up that way once Cash realizes how lonely his niece is and lets her hang out with him because both of them are theater kids. Yes, this means that poor Cash and Javi have to deal with two silly theater kids as Krupp watches in amusement. Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth (like Cash) and having only known only a life of luxury, Dante can’t trust too easily, so Alyssa is kind of the perfect one to befriend him.

Melvin and Melvin-Borg, though… Hoo boy, where do we even start with Cash's interactions with those two? Cash instantly hates the two of them, bc he thinks theyre both evil geniuses. And he's right. Cash is smarter here than in tetocu, and I think he’d be able to catch onto the fact that Melvin -- and this "cyborg" Melvin -- have bad plans in mind. As for Javi's thoughts? He’d probably feel like someone threw up on the Melvins' auras. Cash would also be able to catch on to the fact that Cara is Not What She Seems™ and would try to stop her. Javi would do what he can to warn the others of this super villainess. Also, he would surely roast the hell out of poor Cara. XD

And then we have his friend.

This is Alice Carroll (name is a reference to Alice in Wonderland and Lewis Carroll).

Alice is the new art teacher at Jerome Horwitz Elementary. And an even bigger shocker, she and Cash are an item. Technically. In Krupp's eyes, they're something of an item.

An insomniac, Alice insists on keeping up with the latest in the world of art, but is level headed and fair. Generally friendly and loves to play around, but will not mess around when it comes to serious stuff. She believes that art is the way to bring hope and good into the world.

Cash is bi, while Alice is straight as a pencil. Their incompatible orientations, realistically, should clash, but they make it work. They're just really good friends, but Krupp is wrongly convinced that Alice is Cash's love interest (she ABSOLUTELY isn't, that's Javi), not helped by Cash near constantly blushing around... someone (aka Javi). Unfortunately, because Alice is nearby, this is how Krupp (and Hazel, Cara, Alyssa, Juliet, and even the gym teacher, Mr. Meaner, for that matter) figures out Cash's "love life", and now they think Alice and Cash are deep in the throes of love, when in reality, it's Javi who's Cash's love interest.

Alice is a bit of an artist, hence the sticker on her shirt and blue paint splatters on her face.

Alice has a bit of trust issues.

A bit of her storyline centers around her desperately trying to not keep Cash a friend thanks to Krupp insisting that Cash x Alice is a thing.

Is friends with Javi!

they practically become inseparable.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. But Krupp kidnaps poor Javi anyway, though tetocu23 having twentysomething episodes per season does delay that. So krupp decides to mess with Cash, even though he isn't quite as toxic towards him as canon, so he locks him and Javi up in a closet. Not too surprisingly, the not-as-protective-of-Cash-as-Juliet-but-still-protective Alice is really mad at our principal afterward.

Cash and Alice would love paintball, and they shoot each other while giggling. Cash and Alice have some cute banter before Cash inevitably gets Camoflushnapped (remember, this is during the tetocu23 equivalent of the camoflush ep).

Cash: *while they're being shot at by a Camoflush'd Major Messy* This paintball game is definitely going to be my villain origin story.

Alice is a bit protective of Cash, and would be horrified if he ever got put in danger.

…And then the whole thing with Borelock happens, and when she finds out what happened to her friend, she straight up snaps like a waistband. She near goes insane.

Alice: What did you do to Cash?

Borelock: I got your love interest out of the picture. On the bright side, he'll make a wonderful p-p-p-porch ornament.

Alice: Porch ornament? You call this getting him out of the way?! Just who do you think you are, going around turning people into stone like that?! I despise you, crazy wizard, and everything you stand for! And Cash isn't my love interest. He's MY FRIEND!!

(For that last remark, Borelock just turns Alice to stone, too.)

Other than that, Cash and Alice are just really good friends who are having fun – nothing more, nothing less. At least before an unholy mashup of Krupp's kidnapping of Javi, Cara's evil scientist vibes, and the Melvins' devious plans rear their ugly head.

(Tetocu23 AU belongs to @infini-tree and @cartchytuns)