#sammy my dear. chill.

[shadypoliticianfromplanetvulcan]

it's actually mindblowing that sam included castiel in his s8 sacrifice speech because like. cas at this point is just. always there. and sam never said anything that may indicate a resentment towards him. and there he goes revealing that he's actually - pretty jealous of castiel? because dean likes him? and it's not even that dean and cas are joined at the hip, like sam and dean are, they just talk sometimes. but sam heard the stories of how dean didn't want to leave purgatory without cas and was like. omg, he might like cas more than me. gonna kill myself.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

it's me, the whore. you know who i am. (i'm using anon for deniability)

Could you do Wally Darling x Insomniac!Reader pwetty pwease? *cutely flutters eyelashes* I think it'd be cute to have them having a little sleepover, maybe do each other's hair and nails and shit :squishy: ALSO thinly veiled mutual crushes.......... maybe stare out the window at the stars together and subconsciously hold hands then get all flustered when they realize... yeah...... queers........

ew…. Gay person on my blog….. /j (hi Sammy) (your deniability doesn’t work when you MESSAGED IN OUR SERVER ABOUT SENDING THIS— you’re lucky I’m such a kind fellow! So dear and merry! So sweet! Or else I’d post the proof and ruin you to my Two Followers (one of which you are)!! You better behave, BUCKO!!!!! /j)

But yes! Yes I can! Points at and laughs. /j

Slumbern’t Party!!

Wally Darling x GN!Insomniac!Reader !

Drabble format, pre-established (romantic) unconfessed crushes!

It was the middle of the night, the sleepy little neighbourhood deep into it’s slumber by now. The sky hung sweet and deep above, cloaking the town in a comfortable dark hue dappled by stars. It was a pleasant summer night, the occasional warm breeze slicing through the ever so slightly slightly chilled air.

With their window creaked open to let the soothing breeze in, currently sprawled out on their hardwood floor, was our dear, little Y/N. Insomniac nights are so fun, aren’t they (/sar)? They had laid upside down in bed, with a pillow— without a pillow, no blankets— every blanket. They had tossed and turned, before eventually trying the floor— and yet again; with pillows, without; with blankets, without. Upside down, right side up (is there such a thing as a ‘right side up’ when you lay on the floor..?), spinning around! It simply was no use, though. No matter how long they laid in silence, eyes screwed shut, slumber simply just would not dawn upon them. With a soft groan, slowly pushing themself up off the floor, they’d frown to themself. They didn’t necessarily have anywhere to be tomorrow, no, but.. still, the inability to sleep can be a frustrating thing— maybe even nerve-wracking. And, now? They had finally hit the breaking point of simply giving up. Perhaps getting up, and moving around, might help…

Quickly, though, it was as if a light bulb had flickered up over their head! They had lovely friends in the neighbourhood, surely.. maybe one of them, was up?

Ah, no, no,.. one cannot go knocking on doors at..— what time was it? Their head would swivel around, before shrugging— at whatever time it was. Impolite, impolite.. Soon, though, their gaze would land onto the phone nestled sweetly into the corner as a new idea rose to mind.

Wally Darling, no other, had.. well, found out about their troubles! From the stamped, dark eyebags nestled underneath the lovely Y/N’s gaze, to how— mysteriously— they’d be up before everyone else some days.. and then be the last to show up, sometimes not even appearing until near evening, others. To say your sleep schedule went unnoticed by him would be a lie— and, some days ago, he had approached you about it.

You were curled up on a bench when he approached you, staring blearily into the distance— exhaustion having abruptly caught up to you. Why, it even made it hard to think, a little.. how unpleasant. Soon, though, you were lulled out of your daze— just a tad— by a soft, concerned voice and a careful tap to the shoulder.

“Neighbour.. heelllooo..? Heellloooo?.. Are.. you there?”

You soon came face to face with Wally, who was looking at you with quite a bit of concern, cupping one of his own cheeks as his other hand held his lifted arm. He was doing that one pose, that concerned mothers do.. haha!

“There you are,..” His voice rang soft and sweet, a certain tenderness to it as he spoke, “.. what happened, friend? Were you watching the clouds?”

From there, you sat him down— explaining to him your insomnia, and just.. how you didn’t sleep well— and you hadn’t, not really, for the past few days. Though his concern read.. somewhat clear on his face— his smile dampened a bit, and his brows furrowed— he nodded along, carefully.

“Does.. anything help.. you on.. those nights?”

You rolled your shoulders in a shrug, lifting a hand to rub your eye.

“I see,..” He seemed to contemplate for a moment, before placing a felt hand on your arm with his signature, kind of dopey, smile. “Well.. if you ever want company.. on those nights, I’m always available, neighbour..!”

You smiled a bit to yourself, soon shuffling towards the phone. If he hadn’t meant the offer, he wouldn’t have proposed, right..? Wally wasn’t the type to play people pleaser, and he certainly never proposed something he didn’t mean!.. As far as you knew.. So, with slight hesitance, you began to roll in his number on the circular number pad. Soon, you held the phone up to your ear; soon, a small click could be heard; soon, a sort of hummed mumble slipped through the phone.

“Mmm,.. hellooo..?” He waited for a second, before you could hear the brief inhale he’d give before he would, typically, lull out another greeting— and you beat him to talking, first. You explained, he listened— seemingly yawning a few times as you spoke— and he soon gave his signature “ha ha ha!” through the receiver. Though, it was notably softened, maybe even a bit higher pitched..?.. likely due to him being, well, sleepy.

“I can.. come over, sure..” He’d trail off to yawn again, before humming, “.. is it.. a sleepover?”

You could tell he was joking, at least.. he probably was?— But either way, you said sure! Yeah! It’s a sleepover. I mean.. who sleeps at sleepovers, anyways? Your response lulled another soft bout of his laughter out of him.

“Okay, neighbour.. I’ll be over soon.. I have to tell—“ Yet again, he’d be cut off by a yawn. He sure did that a lot, huh? “— Home.. I’ll see you soooon..”

With that, the line clicked dead— and you soon poised yourself by your front door, somewhat anxiously. Each minute ticked by agonizingly slow until you heard the soft rasping of.. knuckles..?.. on your door. You’d lunge to your feet, quickly pulling it open— to reveal a.. surprisingly unkept Wally. His hair was let down, messily shoved into the vague shape of his pompadour, and he was wearing his usual clothing!.. Just very messily put on. To be frank, he still looked half asleep as he, uhm, blinked one eye at a time up at you.

“.. Hellooo..” His smile widened as he greeted you, staring up at you.. blissfully? You couldn’t quite tell, “.. Can I come innn?”

Quickly, you side step and let him in— of course! And he soon makes himself at home, settling onto your couch. His smile looked.. especially dopey, right now, as he just.. somewhat buffered before looking to you.

“So.. what do you.. want to do?”

You kind of.. full stop, buffering. Ah, shoot, what hell did you want to do? Your gaze flickers around quickly for a moment to try and figure it out before— oh!.. Slowly grinning, you’d point to his hair. He took a moment to understand what you mean, before defensively— though playfully— placing his hands over his.. mess of a pompadour.

“My hair.. my beautiful hair, no..” He’d trail off, before whispering out another bout of laughter. Next thing you both knew, you were sat in front of him— brushing down his hair.. basically down onto his face, due to where it was long and where it was short. He just say there, staring at you silently from behind the drapes of blue, as you worked.

After un-doing all the knots his.. horrific attempt at a hairstyle had made— did he not wear his bonnet tonight??— you’d soon brush it back, beginning to braid it. And Wally simply just.. sat there, letting you play with his hair. He’d eventually shut his eyes, kind of just sitting there like a cat getting groomed— looking rather content! It was a cute view, but you focused more on his hair— carefully twirling the sectioned off strands into smooth braids. It was calming, and you slowly felt your exhaustion ebb back into you. Your eyelids grew heavy as you tied off the last braid, holding a content smile. As you told him you were done, he’d lift a hand to feel over the work— as he had no mirror (how woeful!)— he’d soon hum, pleased.

“Thank you, friend.. ha ha ha!” He sounded less half-awake now, soon giving a small stretch as his arms lifted over his head. “What next?”

With that, you began to do a handful of activities— including forcing (/j) Wally to paint your nails a lovely glittery blue, and after a lot of chaotic smudging and trying to let the nails dry— you soon did his, in turn, painting them a lipstick red. As you grew more relaxed, though, he seemed to only wake up more— though he was still calm, and slow paced— as he always was. He was so pleasant to be around, in general… ah.

Eventually, you found yourself seated on your sofa close beside him— which was placed near your window. You had been seated in comfortable silence for a good moment, now, Wally idly looking out the window— though.. not actually, no, he was very much still staring at you. His gaze would just advert to the window each time you looked over— not that you.. noticed. You were much more akin to how he was when he had first arrived; half-awake. Without thinking, you’d lean back onto the couch— and somewhat onto him. He didn’t seem bothered, though, his smile instead widening as he looked down at you.

“.. Finally tired, friend?”

You nodded, still not really aware you were so close to him until you— abruptly— felt his arm loop around your shoulders. You felt your face warm a bit, but he was just being friendly, surely. And the contact wasn’t unwelcome, anyhow..

“Then sleep.” He didn’t speak it like it was a command, his voice still tender and sweet— and either way, you didn’t exactly have it in you to disobey. Nor did you want to.

Hesitantly, you’d lean into his touch with an incoherent hum— probably some kind of reply, though you couldn’t form the words. As you drifted off, you didn’t get to see the way he held you a bit closer, or smiled a bit wider. His large, doe eyes trained on you as he simply just.. admired. A very friendly activity, yes! Just friend things, here (/j)!

This had been a pleasant sleepover. At least, in his opinion it had been. Any time spent with you, dear, was pleasant, at least to him. Always.

So… it wasn’t hand holding….. HAHA!! I hope you don’t mind I went a more cuddly route :] cuddles are nice HEHE

Tell me how Moon feels /ij

also how dare this prompt be the one that wrings the MOST writing out of me!! How dare!! Scandalous!! /j

Also I’m going to proof read this, later. Right now, I’d just like to post it- haha!!

Edit : it has been proof read! Wooo!

Thank you for requesting!! <3 /p

[pjoxreader]

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons

Leo Valdez

-Be More Chill 

-People assume that it’s because it’s dirty and has some funny moments.

-In reality his favorite song from the track is “Michael in the Bathroom”.

-It really touches his fears of abandonment and not being enough.

Frank Zhang

-Dear Evan Hansen

-He really relates to the awkwardness and feelings of being an outcast.

-His favorite song is “If I Could Tell her”

-It really touches him about his feelings with Hazel and how he didn’t feel worthy of her, yet still has so much love for her. 

Percy Jackson

-Epic The Musical

-It isn’t just the Greek mythology that speaks to him it’s the struggle they go through.

- His favorite song is “Just a Man”

-He understands the pain of having to make hard choices, often struggling with the same thoughts.

Annabeth Chase

-Matilda the musical 

-It really relates to her younger years and heals a bit of her inner child 

-Her favorite song is “When I Grow Up”

-It touches a soft spot in her heart as she wanted nothing more than to grow up and go on a quest. 

Hazel Levesque

-The Phantom of the Opera

-She finds the musical beautiful and the second she heard it she fell in love…

-Her favorite song is “Think of Me”

-It’s the only time she lets herself have selfish thoughts about Sammy, she knows deep down that she didn’t want him to forget her like she wouldn’t forget him. Even when they moved on…

Jason Grace

-Hamilton

-Jason knows what it’s like to start from nothing and grow to lead and make mistakes.

-His favorite song is “History Has Its Eyes on You.”

-He’s all too familiar with the pressure of being a leader, knowing every mistake he makes has consequences.

Piper Mclean

-The Greatest Showman

-It reminds her of her friends on the argo ll and of course Jason.

-Her favorite song is “A Million Dreams”

-It feels like she can hear Jason through the song and it warms her heart.

Nico Di Angelo

-Beetlejuice

-Nico doesn’t really care much for musicals, but he will listen to the songs the Apollo kids show him.

-His favorite song is “Dead Mom”

-For… Obvious reasons… 

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano:

-Heathers

-Honestly she doesn’t bother too much with hobbies, being a trained war soldier would do that. But then she heard her favorite song and it really spoke to her.

-Her favorite song is “Seventeen”

-It really reminded her of the time she had with Jason and what could have been… 

Will Solace

-Waitress 

-He spends a lot of time in the infirmary so he has plenty of time to listen to music!

-His favorite song is “Never Ever Getting Rid of Me”

-He likes to annoy Nico by singing it to him, even though Nico secretly likes it too. 

~Masterlist & Rules~

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[voidselfshipp]

Hello my dear friend :)

How's the dancing with the darksider bois?

Hey bestie!!!

Dancing with the nephilim babes:

War:

Stiff as a board. Listen,he has 2 left feet. Hes huge and clumsy because of his size-He tries though. He catches up when I explain that dancing is like moving across a Battlefield,presice And calculated moves with certain ease.

Needless to say he finds his his footing soon enough. (He really likes to pick me up during dancing) (And if strife ever gets wind of this...lord help him hes not living it down)

Fury:

She likes to dance with me,she doesnt dance otherwise. Its all fluid movements and very waltz/ballet like, she enjoys watching me dance and she simply lends herself as a tool for the more couple dances/moves that requires another person (think of ballet and that kinda stuff)

Strife:

Unsurprisingly hes the best one at dancing,he enjoys being goofy and feel the music in his body. He likes twirls and more of a swing/square dancing kinda stuff.

His movements are swift,feather light and very fun. He can be romantic when he wants to,its usually slower which means he only waltzes with me during specific times/situations: after a long mission,he or I are going through a rough time, he missed me or hes feeling particularly romantic.

Given the fact hes called the spirit of eternal unrest, he can only handle a slow pace for so Long. But it just makes it all the more special when it happens.

Death:

He can dance,he chooses not to.

Maybe he danced back when he was a young nephilim,seeing his peers celebrate conquests and battles won. Now the concept carries a bittersweet taste to it.

Usually he just indulges me if we are alone,I need cheering up or he needs to take his mind off of his past. Unsurprisingly,he likes to slow dance the most. He'll goof off once in a blue moon (as a birthday gift,mostly. And we have to be ALONE. And im talking MILES OF NOBODY BEING REMOTELY CLOSE. HE HAS A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN)

He slowdancing allows him to hearmy heartbeat,my breath reassuring him im there and not just a Fantasy in his head. It allows him to connect with me and his inner world in a safe way. He preffers to dance during the night and when it rains,he likes to have that ambient noise to remind himself that things are different now,that he can slow down and Open up.

Bonus!!!!

Muria:

Muria is a bit of a wild card. She likes the intimacy of waltzing,but she likes to goof off and allow herself to exit her pensive mindstate.

It all depends on the mood shes in. Either way,she enjoys herself and laughs a lot when we're both goofing off or taking it chill with a gentle sway.

Samael:

Sammy here only knows the concept of dancing. Given his size he lets me dance in his palm and hold one of his massive fingers to "include him" and because he likes triwling me around.

But,when nobody is watching,he dances like a goof in his throne room. He likes to shake a leg every once in a while but you didnt hear it from me!

>thank you giz!!!

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

[randomeanonjustwatching]

Maybe bendy and reader before the studio got abandoned (so when everyone was working there still) would hang out a lot becauss reader was an intern (kinda like how buddy was in the books) and then bendy gets jealous when reader hangs out with someone else

Why of course dear anon, why not?

Bendy was stressed.

And whenever he was stressed, he came and vented to you before or after a show.

Mostly after shows because that's when Bendy was left to do what he wanted for an hour before returning to his unit.

"Y/n." Bendy had said, stress gently etching his voice.

He was in the form that he could talk in, not his ink demon form, but not the one in the cartoons either.

"Oh! Hi Bendy!" You had said, putting a book onto the shelves in the library.

After all, odd jobs were your specialty.

"Joey hit me." Bendy said quietly, as you turned around.

"He did what?.." You said gently, walking over to him.

"Hit me. I...slipped during the show and.." Bendy went quieter into mumbles.

You noticed his cheek was bruised.

"You can stay here for a bit, I'll go grab some ice, okay?" You said, standing from the crouching position.

"Okay..." Bendy mumbled.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------You and Buddy were laughing.

This was the fourth time Sammy had kicked you and Buddy out while you were trying to deliver recordings and notes.

"The way he went "oh," as soon as he saw the recorder was priceless!" Buddy wheezed and laughed with a bright smile.

You laughed as well.

"Y/n?"

Both you and Buddy paused.

"Oh, hey Bendy!" You said, smiling.

"Hi Bends!" Buddy said, walking up and scruffling Bendy's (hair/fur?) in-between his horns.

"Well, Y/n, I got two more we need to deliver. I can do it though, you can chill with Bends." Buddy said, looking at you and smiling.

Bendy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as soon as Buddy left.

"Someone's jealous."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

Both of you started laughing, smiles lighting both your faces.

"Seriously Y/n, you ain't gonna stop hanging out with me for that mess, right?" Bendy said, picking up a small ink container.

"Oh, he's not a mess. He's my partner in work, silly. And I won't leave you, I promise." You said, taking the ink container from Bendy.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Bendy, for the first time, hugged you.

And you hugged back, a smile gently filling your face.

I HOPE THIS WORKS XD Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed it lol

[her-storybooks]

♥  Sam Winchester and Y/N Master list ♥ 

Hello dear reader, welcome to my Sam and Y/N master list. Sam Winchester and Supernatural were the first fandoms I wrote Y/N stories for! It certainly holds a special place in my shipper heart!

Smut = 🔥 Romance = 💖 Fluff = 🌸 Angst = 🌧 Prompt = ✨ Episode = 🐶 One-shot = 🌱 Multi chaptered = 🌲 Collection = 🪴

The Power of Three 💖🌸🌧🐶🌲 Once upon a time, there were two brothers who saved the world - but who would be there to save them? What would have happened if Season 7 was different? What would have happened if the boys had met Y/N? - heavily focused on Y/N and Sam's relationship.

The Diner and The Bar 💖🌸🌱 Sammy used to work on the docks, he’s down on his luck, it’s tough, so tough. Y/N works the diner all day. She brings home her pay, for love, for love. - What happens when one hunter finds himself ordering from the diner Y/N works at?

Celebrating Life 💖🌸🌱 After a rough hunt, leaving the boys tired and with little hope, they return to the bunker filled with decorations and music. Lead by Y/N, Jack and Castiel helped turn the bunker into the perfect scene for the hunters to celebrate New Year's Eve properly! And it's just what the boys needed.

November Morning 💖🌸🌱 Y/N wakes up one morning and there is a very strong chill in the air of the bunker. Since there are no monster hunts to distract them from fixing the plumbing, the boys get to work to fixing the heat whilst Y/N sets up a warming sanctuary in the meantime.

Coming Up Easy 💖🌸🌱 Sam and Y/N wake up in the same bed and are thrown into the consequences of the morning after. When Dean makes a sudden return they have to think quickly on their feet. Will big brother approve of their recent relationship development? Be ready for rom-com cliche moments and tooth-rotting fluff!

The Mystery Dilemma 💖🌧🐶🌱 Y/N gets a phone call from Bobby who is worried about Sam. Since Dean was killed, Sam has been on a mission to find The Trickster, but in doing so, he’s pushed everyone away. When Bobby can’t get through to Sam, he pulls out the big guns. Unlucky for Sam. Set during 3X11 ‘Mystery Spot.

Lust in a Coffee Cup 🔥🌱 After a series of adultery based deaths, Y/N, Sam and Dean investigate. It seems one of the seven deadly sins has escaped hell and is looking for revenge. What happens when Lust curses both Sam and Y/N?

[fallensanitywrites]

Unwanted Witness

Lost City was a nicely populated space in Joey Drew Studios. It had a movie theater, shops, a supermarket, and housing for its many residents. Just down the street, the Gent building was getting torn down and reshaped into something less hostile.

One peaceful evening after a nice dinner of bacon soup and beans, Dorothy heard a knock on the front door. She put the dish she was cleaning on the rack and ventured to the entry hall to see who it was. As she peeped out the window, she got a chill down her spine.

"Dorothy?" Her husband Earl entered the room and made a beeline for the door. "Why haven't you opened the door yet? The poor soul's been waiting-"

He cut off suddenly as he opened the door, and Dorothy joined him with a dejected sigh. "Sammy, dear, we've already seen you twice this cycle-"

The mask snapped towards her, and she felt pinned down by its owner's empty stare. "Good evening. Do you have time to talk about our Lord and savior, the Ink Demon?"

"Sammy," Earl said, trying to keep his composure, "we've had this discussion already. We don't want to-"

Sammy's grip on his fiddle tightened ever so slightly, and Dorothy imagined for a moment that the crazed Lost One would go on a rampage with the instrument. "My lord is not to be dismissed so easily. He has risen, and he will set us free! The disbelievers will be left to rot! And I, among the believers and faithful, will be free-"

Earl shut the door and sighed. "Thank goodness. That could've gotten out of hand."

Dorothy nodded weakly. "Oh, Earl. I don't know if I can take another visit from him. He scares me so."

"I know, dear. Say, I'm about to head out-"

"Not to play that ridiculous fantasy game, I hope."

Earl shook his head. "Of course not. I told you I kicked the habit, remember?"

"What you say and what you do are two separate things, Earl. I just don't want you to end up like poor Albert."

Earl nodded and kissed her forehead. "I won't. I'll be back in a blink."

"Goodbye, dear."

Earl slipped outside, ready for the weekly game.

[arjaandsimoni]

Blood on the Snow

Covington Kentucky, Some Months After Prince Archibald’s Death

Tex and Stephy walked out onto the main street of Covington, a box of leftovers under the former’s arm as they headed back home, the snow crunching under their boots.

It was January now, the new year had come, and with it the cold of Winter. Weather Forecasters found it rather odd that despite years of climate change, the Greater Cincinnati area was experiencing what many would call ‘a proper winter’ for the first time since the 1990s.

Meteorologists would talk about microclimates, or how the Ohio Valley would trap weather patterns due to its shape, or such… but all it added up to was none of them knew why the hell it was happening.

To be fair, two changelings living there making a pact with the concept of Snow and Ice probably would be low on their list of plausible reasons. Their mother did help of course, just two changelings wouldn’t be able to affect a whole region like this, but she had accepted that they wouldn’t remain in Arcadia permanently and keeping them happy would at least ensure they returned regularly.

Tex shivered as they walked along back towards their home through ankle-deep snow, the boy wearing sturdy boots, a warm winter coat that went down past his waist, jeans, and a scarf around his neck. “Its real pretty, won’t deny that lil’ filly… but could ya’ll maybe turn up th’ thermostat just a notch or two?” he asked, shivering as his breath misted infront of him.

Stephy grinned at him, the fae princess wearing a fluffy long white coat over a pale blue top and long denim skirt over white leggings, a pair of knee-high snowboots on his legs. “I cooooooooould… but then so much of this lovely snow would melt away!” he teased.

Tex nodded and rubbed his hands together as best he could without dropping the leftovers from the restaurant where they’d had dinner. One of their favorites, a popular Indian eatery in town. Having spent time helping Arja and Simoni abroad so much had rather given them a taste for the food, though Stephy had to stick to the less spicy things due to his wintery nature. “I guess… just…”

“Oh why so pouty Prince Cowboy?” laughed a voice as a familiar figure danced out from behind them into their view, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets and a rogue-ish grin. He wasn’t dressed for the weather at all, or rather he was but didn’t care who thought it looked odd. He wore a long loose white silken tunic, tight black leather pants, high heeled boots with silver designs on them, and as always his rapier on his belt (hidden from mortal eyes.) His blonde hair had grown out enough to tie back into a small ponytail and his lips and upper eyelids were painted a glossy blue. He was taller than Stephy by almost half a foot now, and almost as tall as Tex when he didn’t have heels on, thin but not unhealthily so. He looked like a Shojou Anime character from the 90s come to life.

Prince Samuel ‘Sammi’ Montebank grinned at them both, “I daresay my dear sibling has the right of it! After all those horrid trips to India, New Orleans, and every other outrageously HOT place you could find in the mortal realm last year I am quite happy to be enjoying some proper weather at last!” he chuckled. Despite the light clothing he didn’t seem chilled in the least, but then as Prince of the Icebound Heart it would take the kind of cold found only in the depths of space to make him feel such things.

Tex sighed and rolled his eyes, “Hey Sam…” he said, though he did smirk a bit when he did. After all that they had been through he regarded Sammi as more an annoying cousin than anything bad, and he was a good person to have on your side in a fight.

“Oh hi Sammi. What’re you doing out tonight?” asked Stephy, cocking his head at his brother-by-sort-of-adoption. Their relationship had started out… well… extremely awkward to say the least, but he couldn’t deny having some familial affection for his rather eccentric sibling now.

“Me? Why I was out for an evening stroll and saw you both out at dinner!” he pouted, “I can’t believe you didn’t invite me! Do you not care if your dear brother starves, Princess?”

Tex snorted, “Ya’ll got enough goblins to do a freakin’ catering service back at the hideout Sam. Nobody is buyin’ that.” he replied.

Stephy giggled, “Besides, this was an Indian restaurant. We figured it’d be too spicy for you.” he pointed out.

Sammi paused at that, then pursed his lips and put a finger to his chin, “Ah, yes I suppose that would rather put a damper on the meal for me. Indians and their spices… we simply must find a proper French eatery around here someday.” he nodded.

“We looked, only ones are in Cincinnati proper ‘n are expensive as all hell.” Tex pointed out as Sammi fell into step next to Stephy, walking along with them.

Sammi waved his hand and smirked, “A formality! Why I have the kind of coin that is accepted anywhere after all…” he grinned, holding up a worn and beaten Wendy’s gift card, then with a wave of his hand it was suddenly a brand new looking Mastercard that just seemed to say ‘I have a higher credit limit that most country’s GDP.’

Tex frowned at him, “We ain’t pullin’ that ‘faerie gold’ stunt Sam! They track that shit now!” he pointed out.

“Oh please… let them try to track down the owner of this card. Quite the adventure that would take them on.” he chuckled, flicking it away as it burst into a cloud of snowflakes and scattered on the wind.

As the two griped at each other however Stephy sniffed at the air.

Something smelled… wrong… a thick acrid scent coming from a nearby alleyway.

“Hm?” he hesitated, trying to catch the scent again.

“Its still wrong Sam! If a server comes up short they gotta foot the bill!” insisted Tex, always leaning towards the cowboy lawman… or at least having a very strong sense of right and wrong if not upholding actual laws (given he knew full well how bullshit some were.)

“Not. My. Problem.” chuckled Sammi, “Besides, if they work that kind of venue they can afford to comp a single dinner…” he pointed out.

“Hey guys?” said Stephy, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “I smell something… bad.” he frowned.

The two paused, then looked around. Tex sniffed, “Just snow to me lil’ filly…” he murmured.

Sammi however narrowed his eyes, his hand going to the hilt of his sword, “That’s because you’re mortal Prince Cowboy. I smell it too dear sibling. Fear, lots of it.”

Tex glanced between them, then carefully put the leftover box down on a nearby bench, “Where?” he asked, his hand going to his pocket to draw what, at first glance, looked to be just a battered deck of playing cards.

“Alleyway to our immediate right.” whispered Sammi, looking around carefully. “Stephy, it is clear, no mortals nearby. I’ll come from the other end. Prince Cowboy, you take this one. Dear sibling, the skies are your’s.”

The three nodded, then Sammi took a step and vanished in a swirl of snowflakes as Stephy shrugged off his winter coat and tied the sleeves around his waist in a knot. His top was loose and had short wide sleeves… but then he always favored loose or no sleeves such as that for a very specific reason.

They didn’t get in the way when he needed to have wings.

The fae princess gave Tex a quick kiss on his cheek, then in a swirl of wind his arms and legs changed, becoming a pair of wings with sky blue feathers and pure white bird-legs with shining crystal-colored talons. He flapped once and shot into the skies.

Tex counted to ten, then drew a hand from the Very Useful Deck and in a swirl of magic was holding a revolver with a chamber that seemed to vibrate and rumble with thunder every few moments. “Alright…” he nodded, then he ran into the alleyway.

Laying on the ground inside it was a young man, and he was clearly dead. His throat had all but been torn open and his blood stained the mix of snow and salt on the ground. Across from him was a young woman, her eyes wide and horrified as she stared at his corpse, unable to scream as a hand was clamped over her mouth!

The one holding her mouth however… well… they were clearly not human. Tex had heard about this before, sometimes the curse could take its victims in strange ways, and this one had been even more cursed than his kind normally were! His face was twisted with bat-like ears and long sharp fangs. Not just two like most would have, but all through his jawline like some sort of shark or monstrous fish! His eyes were beady, but seemed to shine in the dark like a cat’s would, and he had almost no nose, just two slits on his face.

Tex took careful aim and fired a warning shot, a spark of electricity erupting from the wall above where the creature was holding the woman!

“That’s enough Vlad! Let ‘er go ‘n keep them claws where I can see ‘em!” he warned, aiming the gun at the creature now.

The woman’s eyes swiveled to him, but so did the monster’s face. “Back off bloodsack! This one is mine!” it snapped, literally snapped as its teeth gnashed together, and he could see they were still wet with the blood from the other victim!

Tex narrowed his eyes, then pulled back on the hammer of the revolver, “Ain’t gonna say it again ya overgrown ‘skeeto. Let. Her. Go.” he nodded firmly.

The creature sneered, “… or what?” it laughed.

“THIS!” laughed another voice behind him as a rapier burst through his chest from behind! The monster roared in pain and fury as ice formed around the hole, dropping his victim in shock as his claws swiped behind him, but Sammi danced out of his reach with a laugh. “HaHA! Too slow! That’s one for me monsieur!”

As he turned Tex opened fire, the gun cracking off loudly as a bullet shot forth from the barrel into the creature’s left shoulder, sparks arcing all over his form as he howled, then shook himself and turned back to Tex… just in time for Sammi to dart forward again and slash across his spine!

The creature looked left and right, but no matter where he did there was another foe behind him! If he focused on Tex he got Sammi’s sword, if he tried to retaliate against the changeling prince Tex fired his gun!

Finally he made his call and went for Sammi, reasoning the sword would be easier to deal with than the strange lightning gun! As he did however a chill wind came from above and the monster’s victim let out a shriek as she was lifted right up off the ground, a pair of white talons closing around her arms!

“Its okay! I’m here to help!” came Stephy’s voice as the fae princess flew her out of the alley and back onto the main street, dropping her as gently as he could. “Go! Run for it! We’ll deal with him!” he nodded.

The woman gave him a shocked look, having clearly never seen anything quite like him… but right now she wanted to be away from the throat-biting monster! She nodded weakly, then ran away as fast as the snow would allow her!

Stephy took to the skies again, then flew down over the alley. “All clear! She’s safe!” he called down as Tex and Sammi grinned to each other and nodded, the monster hesitating and looking back where he’d left his victim to see only a depression in the snow, then roaring in rage as he realized his meal had been thwarted.

As he was distracted however the two went for the kill! Tex’s gun rang out four times, the bullets slamming home into the monster’s back as his body erupted in electricity, the creature going rigid as Sammi darted forward and muttered in an ancient dialect of French, his sword suddenly coated in ice as it slipped right past the creature’s arms, under its ribs, and straight into its heart!

The moment the tip touched the heart the blood inside it froze violently, bursting out of it in a series of icicles! The monster gave one last roar as it’s body began to crumble, collapsing into a cloud of grave dust and bones as the changeling prince immediately ducked away, holding his hand over his nose and mouth.

“UGH! How disgusting!” he frowned as Stephy landed, taking his boots from where he’d tied the laces together around his neck and sliding them back on as his arms and feet changed back to normal, then sliding his coat back on.

“Yeah… vampire, one of the ones that gets all twisted up by the curse physically. What was that all about though? Usually those ones are even more careful than the ones who can pass for human.” he frowned. “They know full well even being seen can start a panic among the mundies.”

Tex shrugged, sliding the deck back into his pocket. “Search me lil’ filly. Maybe he was just really dang hungry?” he suggested.

Stephy shook his head, “No… those ones have learned to feed on animals if they’re desperate. This would have risked backlash from other vampires if he got caught. Risks the mundanes finding out about them…”

Sammi smirked, wiping his sword off with a lace handkerchief he pulled from seemingly nowhere. “Maybe they’re not worried anymore. After the past year… well…” he smirked.

The three nodded. The past year had been… interesting.

Before then supernatural occurrences had been kept rather well hidden, or as hidden as they could be in the era of smartphones, social media, and the internet… but then… well…

To be rather blunt, they happened.

First was the destruction of Inishmore Island, though most attributed that to a previously undiscovered undersea volcano rather than the death throes of a goddess of evil magic.

Then was the shattering of Claiomh Dorcadas, which reduced Castle Fullmoon to rubble. That was mostly overlooked by the mundane population of the world as it was so far out in the Irish countryside, but the destruction of it had sent those entities the sword had imprisoned within itself scattering across the globe.

One of those freed from the sword, however, had caused events that none could ignore.

Prince Indrajit, the vengeful son of the rakshasa king, Ravana, began a campaign to reclaim the Arrow of Rama, revealed to be a mundane blade itself, and free his father. Stephy, Tex, and Sammi along with their allies had fought against him… but after several events the existence of the supernatural had become impossible to deny.

The chaos that had erupted in New Orleans Louisiana following a misfired spell from a destroyed magical relic had made national news for one, and there were hundreds of images, videos, and such on social media involving all the alternate versions of Stephy running amok in the city (though happily very few of them resembled the one from this timeline closely enough to be identified as the same person… sort of.)

Then there was the manticore’s attack on Jaipur upon their return. They had defeated the monster, though it was a hard battle and without the help of their friend Aisha DeLane and none other than the Loa of Death Baron Samedi the manticore may well have killed them all. However, this battle occurred within the city, and they couldn’t hide this one at all. It was all over Twitter, Facebook, and every other social media site within minutes of the battle’s conclusion with many of their faces front and center of those pictures. (Nelen was still very upset about this.)

After this they fought Indrajit’s wife, the princess of all naga Sulochana, who fell to Stephy’s magics. The changeling princess was forced to fully embrace their fae nature, but he froze Sulochana solid and shattered her form, killing her. Upon hearing of her death, Indrajit was beside himself with rage and threw caution to the wind, attacking the hiding place of the Arrow of Rama to claim it, no longer caring if he was exposed.

A city falling under siege by an army of man-eating rakshasa is a hard thing to miss… though fortunately for them it was only the rakshasa. They found out afterwards that when Sulochana died the majority of the naga abandoned Indrajit’s cause, blaming her death on the princess’ support of his plan to free Ravana. No naga, not even her, could stand against magic that commanded frost and snow, the ancient bane of the snake-like people.

Finally, Sri Lanka had fallen under siege as Indrajit attempted to revive his father on the mundane world’s version of his ancient kingdom. There had long been debate about whether Sri Lanka was, infact, the Kingdom of Lanka which Ravana was purported to rule… but after the battle Nelen made a point of looking into it and found the answer: Lanka was the supernatural world’s version of the island of Sri Lanka, but when Ravana was defeated by Rama that version of the island sank into the ocean. Had Ravana claimed the mundane version, the island in the supernatural realm would have risen from the waves, restoring his kingdom in truth.

Instead what had happened was that Morrigan arrived with three faeries in tow, and together they… well… as Dawn put it ‘megazorded’ together into a massive woman calling herself The Lady of Seasons big enough to fight the giant rakshasa king. While Stephy, Tex, Sammi and the others held back the rakshasa army with the aid of the garuda and vanara native to the area the giants did battle in the ocean, and Arja and Simoni faced down Indrajit directly.

They had succeeded in defeating them. Ravana was cursed by the Lady of Seasons by having his body split into quarters and bound to the wheel of seasons, so that only one fourth of him would be real at any given time preventing his revival. Arja and Simoni defeated Indrajit, setting his body ablaze and throwing him into the ocean. Finally, the rest of them held back the rakshasa army until the defeat of Ravana and Indrajit broke their morale and the surviving monsters fled Sri Lanka for parts unknown.

They had succeeded… but a major Indian city had been invaded by an army of monsters while two giants fought each other in the ocean.

Nobody on EARTH missed that!

After that all it took was some supernatural beings with more balls than brains acting openly, and like a row of dominos down they all came.

These days it was… well… tense. Some places were more open to the supernatural than others. Some were… well… if you though the US south was bad for queer people, imagine how they feel about real faeries. Some churches were preaching that this was the true end of days and the demons were all coming up from Hell, citing what happened in India as just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

Most governments were doing their best to pretend it didn’t happen, if only because the ones in charge either didn’t want to have to deal with a real problem or because they were afraid those under them would find out exactly how they got into power.

As for the various hunter families in the world, it had been an extremely busy year. Clan Fullmoon, House Roche, and all the others were constantly stomping out fires and trying to explain as best they could to anyone who got any funny ideas how openly displaying powers put a massive target on their backs and to not do it unless it was ABSOLUTELY necessary. Yes the world knew about the supernatural now, no point in showing them where to AIM!

Stephy nodded back to Sammi, “Yeah… its been quite a year. Tex and I had some of our classmates asking us about what we got up to when we had to go on…” he made finger quotes, “… ‘family leave’ last year. I tried to get him away from the cameras in Jaipur but… I think at least one or two got him.”

Sammi nodded, “Mmm… I’m more worried if one of these overzealous preachers finds a mundane blade of their own and decides to start a crusade personally. If some of our historians are to be believed it wouldn’t even be the first time that had happened.” he frowned.

Tex however raised his hands, “Sam, Darlin’, we’re overthinkin’ this. It MIGHT just be nothin'. This little leech mighta’ just had a feedin’ frenzy and lost his senses for all we know. Unless it happens again, it could be nothin’.”

The two faerie shared a look, then shrugged, “I suppose you do have a point Prince Cowboy…” replied Sammi, “For right now, this is an isolated attack. We’ll just have to hope none of the other local undead follow suit.” he replied. “Now, how about you go fetch those leftovers before someone steals them and we all go see how your dear mother is doing?”

Tex nodded, “Shit yeah…” he replied, jogging out of the alley to retrieve the leftovers if they were still there, “Just mind yer dang manners this time Sam!” he called back.

Sammi sniffed, “Oh when have I ever been rude to her?” he replied.

Stephy rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. Sammi may be a changeling like him, but he grew up in Arcadia and didn’t quite get the difference between scathing cattiness and ‘constructive criticism.’

Still, he had to agree with Tex. For now they had thwarted one vampire who had quite possibly let the hunger get the better of him. It could just be that… if they were lucky.

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[chublemon]

In a realm where the vibrant hues of joy once danced in the air, the Enchanted Abandon now lay shrouded in the whispers of shadows. A place where the laughter of children had turned to the chilling Echoes of an abandoned wonderland, it was here that Gutsy, a living clown doll known as a Jevil, Roamed. His heart, once filled with the glee of a thousand smiles, now harbored a longing for the rare human companionship, a yearning that drove him to the edge of this forsaken realm.

Gutsy's eyes, those spiral orbs of wonder, had seen the world turn from light to dark. He wandered the desolate paths of the Enchanted Abandon, his heart's spiral eyes dreaming of the day a human might stumble into his life, a being as rare and precious as the tales of old.

In the quiet of the forest, he found such a creature, laid in the grass like a precious gem, still alive and waiting to be claimed. They have fallen asleep in a napping bed of whisper flowers

With a gentle yet firm grip, Gutsy cradled the human in his arms, his heart racing with the thrill of his impending treasure. He scurried back to his humble abode, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the abandoned wonderland.

Sammy doesn't know what happened to her. One minute she was just walking through the local children's garden by the library. And the next thing she knows she's falling, a hole opening up under her.

The fall was a doozy. And it reminded her of Alice in wonderland almost, but like a slightly creepy version? With dark undertones and a slight chill to the world. She assumes it's a messed up dream, that she's hit her head.

Sammy has roamed for hours before she met some talking flowers. And they had invited her to take a nap with them as the forest sang a lullaby. And Sammy may be twenty-five, but with everything that happened. She assumed a nap wouldn't hurt, she thinks it's funny to be tired in a dream. But she settles down as the forest hums a soft and haunting tune. And she's asleep in no time.

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Gutsy carries the woman to his small little cottage in the middle of the woods. It's colorful and cute and surrounded by non talking but rainbow flowers. A few plastic flamingos are scattered about too.

As Gutsy carried the sleeping beauty towards his home, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. This could be the one, he thought to himself, the one who would change everything. He couldn't help but feel hopeful, even after all these years of solitude.

Entering his cottage, he gently placed the human on his bed, watching as they began to stir awake. Their eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that were both curious and afraid. But there was something else there too, something that caught Gutsy off guard; exhaustion.

"Welcome to my home," he said with a warm grin, his tone playful yet comforting. "I hope you find everything you need here."

Sammy blinked several times, taking in her surroundings before focusing on the clown-like figure standing before her. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to piece together what had happened.

"Where am I?" she asked hesitantly, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"Why, you are in my kingdom, dearest," Gutsy replied with a bow of his head. "I am Gutsy, the ruler of this land. And you, my dear, are very much welcome here."

Sammy looked around warily, taking in the bright colors and odd decor. "This...this is definitely a trip," she muttered under her breath.

"Indeed it is," Gutsy agreed, chuckling softly. "But don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you while you're here."

Sammy nods quietly. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep. She didn't even know if they had been anything actually dangerous in the woods. "Thank you." She finally says.

Gutsy knows that the only thing his human would have had to worry about is her... Well, everything, she smells so sweet and soft and he just wants to burry himself in her and keep her warm and full forever. His hands are hiding behind his back as he watches her awkwardly sip the tea as she looks around his room in curiosity.

"You need a bath Prescious." Gutys finally says. Hes hoping bathing will dull her scent. Cause he already knows he's not sleeping tonight, he's gonna be busy keeping his own hands and tentacles in check. Or attempting at least, control wasn't his strong point.

Sammy frowns a little. "I... I don't have spare clothes though?" She mumbles looking over her dirt covered clothes. She would need something else to wear while her clothes get cleaned. And that thought sends her into a tailspin of anxiety.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Gutsy assured her with a wave of his hand. "I have plenty of extra clothes for you to borrow until yours are dry." He paused for a moment before adding with a twinkle in his eye, "And besides, it's better to be clean anyway!"

Smiling reassuringly, Gutsy led Sammy to the bathroom where he had prepared a warm bath filled with fragrant bubbles and rose petals. Handing her a soft, fluffy towel, he encouraged her to relax and enjoy the soak while he went to fetch some fresh clothes for her.

As Sammy slipped into the steaming water, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something about this place felt...off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Shrugging it off as mere paranoia brought on by fatigue and disorientation, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the soothing waters.

Meanwhile, Gutsy returned with an armful of colorful garments: a frilly pink skirt and top for her to wear during her stay. Grinning widely, he watched as Sammy emerged from the bathroom, admiring how well she fit into his world.

"There you go, my dear," he said cheerfully, handing her the outfit. "Try these on while I finish preparing our dinner."

Sammy took the clothes silently, wondering why she felt so nervous despite being so exhausted. Putting on the outfit, she followed Gutsy back into the main room where he had set up a simple meal. As they ate together in relative silence, Gutsy couldn't help but marvel at how perfect she looked in his clothes – like a true princess in his kingdom.

Finally breaking the silence, Gutsy cleared his throat and spoke up. "So, tell me more about yourself, Sammy." His voice was gentle yet probing, almost as if he were trying to unravel her secrets layer by layer.

Sammy quietly talks. She tells him of her job in a fast food restaurant kitchen, her likes of gardens but her inability to keep a plant alive. Just simple things.

Gutsy sits and waits for Sammy to tell him more about herself. But she she feels awkward talking about herself. So she hesitantly ask Gutsy ask about himself.

She finds out Gutsy is something called a Jevil, he loves tea, the place she's ended up is called the Enchanted Abandon which is like wonderland mixed with a amusement park, and Gutsy let's slip he has a sensitive nose. And Sammy's cheeks turn pink, thinking she smelled bad and that's why he wanted her to bathe.

It's not though, Gutsy wanted her to clean up for the sake of the sweet scent she was oozing due to her time of the month approaching. But he doesn't tell her anything about that.

"So....how long until my clothes are clean?" Sammy finally ask as she watches Gutsy fiddle with a old record player. Gutsy shrugs, "Well Princess, you rolled around in so much dirt that it's stained some spots. So probably a whole while yet." Gutsy lies.

He likes Sammy in the soft frilly outfit. She's adorable for a adult, and makes a cute princess. But he can tell she's uncomfortable with the lack of undergarment and how snug the clothing is on her.

Gutsy listened intently as Sammy shared bits and pieces of her life story, his heart swelling with each revelation. Even though he knew nothing about the outside world, he could tell that she had lived a fairly ordinary life thus far.

At her question about the laundry, he smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, darling," he said with a wink. "Your clothes will be fine. Now then," he continued, changing the subject deftly, "are you ready for some entertainment?"

Reaching over to the record player, he carefully selected an album before placing it on the turntable. As the first notes of a jaunty tune filled the air, Gutsy held out his hand to Sammy and led her towards the center of the room.

"Shall we dance, my lady?" he asked gallantly, offering her a slight bow.

Sammy hesitated for a moment before accepting his invitation, stepping onto the wooden floorboards beside him. Despite her initial reluctance, she soon found herself lost in the rhythm of the music and the joyful expression on Gutsy's face.

They danced together under the twirling lights of his homemade disco ball, their bodies moving in sync to the beat as they laughed and swayed under the hypnotic spell of the tunes. For a brief moment, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world – isolated from reality and lost in each other's company.

As the song came to an end, Gutsy pulled Sammy close and whispered softly in her ear, "Let's make some beautiful memories together, shall we?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he leaned in closer than he intended, his hot breath tickling her neck.

Sammy blushed deeply at his words, unsure whether to be flattered or frightened by his advances. Yet somehow, she found herself drawn to this strange but charismatic clown-like creature who seemed determined to show her a good time.

"Yeah..."

Sammy still has the faint haze buzzing in her head that this is a dream. So what's the harm in indulging? And it gives her a ridiculous excuse to get out of the frilly costume that makes her feel like a little girl.

Gutsy is trailing kisses along Sammy's neck, and he nips at a sensitive spot that makes her breath hitch. "Would this be a important moment to mention I get overwhelmed easily? And that I'm stupidly sensitive?" She blurts out when she's basically squished against his chest.

The noise of excitement Gutsy makes concerns Sammy, she feels like she probably shouldn't have told him that. But with how easily overwhelmed she gets with everything in general. She figured it would be safer to blurt it out now before he got mad at her for stopping anything halfway through. "Cause I'm guessing this is going on a very not PG friendly content with the way your hands are crawling up my shirt!" She squeaks as Gutsy trails cold but soft fingers along her stomach. "And I have a horrible habit of tapping out when I get overwhelmed, babbling when I'm nervous, and I have definitely lost a few boyfriends along the way cause I think I look ugly when naked... " She babbles nervously, her voice hitches and little sounds slip out between words as Gutsy takes his time with her.

Sammy continues to blurt out random things and her insecurities as Gutsy pulls her onto his lap. "Do you want me to stop?" Gutsy ask softly. Sammy's giving of a mix of arousal and anxiety.

She hesitantly shakes her head no. "Just... Just wanted to let you know what you're getting into..." She mumbles.

Listening intently to Sammy's confession, Gutsy couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. He understood the fear of vulnerability and self-consciousness all too well. However, he also sensed an underlying desire in her words – a longing for connection and intimacy that resonated deep within him.

"My dear Sammy," he murmured softly, pulling her closer, "you are beautiful just the way you are. Your imperfections only add to your charm."

Gently cupping her face in his hands, he leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against hers, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. As he explored her mouth, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse, exposing more and more of her flesh to the cool night air.

Despite her initial shock and surprise, Sammy found herself melting into Gutsy's embrace, responding to his touch with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. His hands were surprisingly gentle as they traced patterns across her stomach, teasing but never pushing too hard.

When he reached beneath her skirt, Sammy's heart skipped a beat, but she remained silent, allowing him to explore further. His fingers brushed against her inner thighs before finally reaching their target – she gasped as he made contact with her most intimate places.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" he whispered softly against her earlobe. "I promise not to push you past your limits."

Sammy nodded weakly, her mind whirring with confusion and arousal. She trusted this strange clown-like creature who seemed intent on showing her pleasure rather than inflicting pain. And so, she gave in to the sensations coursing through her body, letting go of any remaining inhibitions.

"You see," Gutsy murmured against her skin, "there's nothing to be afraid of."

As he continued his ministrations, Sammy found herself losing track of time and space entirely, succumbing fully to the sensations he evoked within her.

Sammy let out a shuddering gasp as he sink his teeth into her neck, marking her flesh with love bites. She's also too distracted to notice him removing the rest of the outfit.

But when she feels him pull away, her hands hide her face. Assuming he's doing what any human man she's been with does, and judging her body. She's on the chubby side, soft belly rolls and chubby thighs. And she's violently remembers that she hasn't shaved properly when she feels fingers rub over her mound and play with her trimmed pubes.

Sammys anxiety skyrocket. "Sorry!" She blurt out. Trying to quickly and clumsily get off Gutsy lap.

But to her surprise, Gutys arms shoot forward and wrap around her several times. "Oh no you don't Princess, bring your cute little self back here." He coos as he plops her back on his lap. "You're adorable. And beautiful. And I have no idea where I want to start with you now." He purrs. He was blindsided by how natural and not fake she looked, he got distracted.

Sammy let's out a startled squeak when something slimy wiggles against her bare bottom. She's confused and embarrassed. And Gutsy extends his own limbs to wrap around hers, almost effectively tying her to him.

Sammy's eyes are wide as shes basically forced into a exposed position, straddling Gutsy as his own legs and arms wrap around hers like rope to keep her in place. "My precious princess deserves to be spoiled I think? How does that sound?" He coos.

Sammy's currently reeling from the new kink discovery she's just been introduced to. She doesn't realize she's nodding in agreement until Gutsys mouth latches onto her breast. And sucks.

Gutsy's eyes gleamed with delight as he watched Sammy's reaction to his advances. He loved seeing the combination of fear and excitement in her eyes, knowing that he could make her feel both ways was exhilarating. As she struggled against his grasp, he tightened his grip, enjoying the challenge of holding onto her.

When she finally submitted to his touch, he couldn't help but smile triumphantly. His tongue danced around her nipple, teasing and tugging gently before drawing it into his mouth. Meanwhile, his free hand roamed lower, tracing circles around her entrance before dipping inside her folds.

Her moans of pleasure only fueled his fire, driving him to push harder and faster. He groaned in approval as he felt her walls clench around his fingers, signaling her readiness for more.

Without warning, Gutsy thrust his hand deeper into her core, filling her completely with his long, slender digits. Her gasp of surprise echoed in the otherwise silent room, causing him to chuckle darkly.

"That's right, darling," he purred, "let go of your inhibitions and surrender to me."

As he continued to stimulate her with his fingers, he noticed another part of her that begged for attention – her protruding belly button. Lowering his head, he circled it with his tongue, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Sammy.

"You taste divine," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "Now then, shall we continue?"

Gutsy positioned himself behind Sammy, guiding his hardness to her entrance. With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, claiming her tightness as his own. She cried out in surprise but didn't resist as he began to move within her, his unique anatomy providing a sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As they moved together, he whispered words of encouragement and praise into her ear, urging her to give in to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Sammy's mind was a jumbled mess of emotions as she felt Gutsy's foreign appendages stretching her insides. It was kinda painful, but also strangely arousing. She couldn't deny the thrill of being taken so thoroughly by this eccentric clown-like creature.

His every word and touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening her senses to unimaginable levels. She arched her back involuntarily as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming rougher and more demanding.

Gutsy bites down on her shoulder, and she almost wails. Everything is becoming too much. "Slow down!" She whines, Overwhelmed. It becomes a chant of pleading and begging for him to slow down.

But Gutsy does the opposite, he speeds up, he can feel how close she is, and from the way shes reacting, she **doesn't know** and he will be damned to hell if he doesn't make her cum like she deserves. He tries to be gentle, but his entire plan goes out the window when a noise slips out of Sammy when he angles his hips just right.

Her eyes are glazed in arousal, confusion, and a bit of fear. And despite her protest, her hips are moving almost franticly, chasing her release.

Gutsy's eyes flashed with triumph as he watched Sammy's expressions shift from discomfort to pure ecstasy. He could feel her walls clenching around him, signaling her impending climax. With a final thrust, he released inside her, filling her completely as she cried out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

As she collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close. "There now, my dear," he whispered softly, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Sammy shook her head, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't form coherent thoughts anymore, her body still pulsing with residual pleasure. All she knew was that she wanted more of this intense feeling – even if it meant submitting to Gutsy's unconventional desires.

"You're incredible," he breathed against her ear, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I could spend eternity exploring every inch of you."

With that, he began to move again, his tentacles slithering in and out of her in a rhythmic pattern that left her gasping for air. His pace was steady but relentless, driving her higher and higher until she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all.

As she neared the peak once again, Gutsy increased his speed, determined to push her over the edge. "Come for me, Sammy," he growled into her ear, his voice low and commanding.

And come she did – loudly and powerfully, her body quaking under the force of her orgasm. As she rode out the waves of pleasure, Gutsy held her close, basking in the knowledge that he had claimed this beautiful creature as his own.

For now, they would exist in this twisted paradise together, bound by their shared experiences and desires. In this enchanted land of wonder, anything was possible – including finding love in the most unexpected of places.

The morning comes and Sammy bolts upwards. Dizzy and confused and very much in a bed. Where her last memories had been.... In the living room area.

She's covered in light bruises from Gutys limbs when he basically tied her up with his own body. And not to mention the plethora of bite marks and hickeys scattered about her body too. And she tries to ignore the anxiety of being naked.

She's also trying to remember when she fell asleep. But nothing's clicking.

She turns to the window, blinking blearily as the warmth of the sun hits her. The windows also open, and she can feel the slight chill of the wind.

It's going to rain.

*****

Gutsy is watching Sammy from his half the bed. She had passed out after he got a third orgasm out of her. And he decided that was the quitting bell.

So he carried her to his room and tucked her into bed under several blankets, then took his normal spot on the other half the bed.

When Sammy bolted upward he was concerned that something happened. But she looks absolutely sleepy and adorably confused by everything. And her hairs sticking up in those angles that only happen when you have that good sleep.

He's able to coax her into laying back down and cuddling with him. Enjoying the way Sammy mumbles nonsense as he pulls the blankets over them.

Rainy days are dangerous in the Enchanted Abandon, flowers go wild and the Royal Rooks run around looking for humans to take to the queens for their harem. But they won't take anyone already in a home. And since Sammy is safe with him in his bed, and definitely smells like him, they have nothing to fear.

Gutsy smiled softly as Sammy nestled closer to him, her warmth seeping into his skin. He could feel her heart racing, but it was calming down now that she was safe in his arms.

"Shhh," he hummed soothingly, running his fingers through her hair. "Everything's alright, my dear. You're safe with me."

Sammy eventually drifted back to sleep, her breathing evening out as she relaxed into his embrace. Gutsy couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she had fallen under his spell; it was as if she had been waiting for someone like him to come along all along.

As the storm raged outside, he held on tightly to the feeling of contentment that washed over him. This was what love felt like – protecting and cherishing someone else above all else. He couldn't imagine ever letting her go now.

Throughout the day, he kept checking on her, ensuring that she was comfortable and well-fed. Whenever she stirred or spoke in her sleep, he would comfort her gently, promising that everything would be alright. By nightfall, he was exhausted but couldn't bear to leave her side.

As the second day dawned bright and clear, Gutsy found himself wondering what new adventures awaited them in this magical kingdom. But for now, he was content to simply enjoy the peaceful silence of their shared slumber, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

In this world of chaos and uncertainty, he had finally found solace in the arms of another – a rare gem among the rubble of forgotten dreams. And he vowed to cherish every moment he spent with Sammy, no matter how strange or wonderful this journey may become.

The future was uncertain, but for now, he would focus on creating beautiful memories with his newfound love. After all, that's what life was all about, wasn't it? Making the most of the time we have together before it slips away.

[skyevergreen]

The piercing noise from the alarm clock blares into my ears, shaking me awake, my head rattles with the noise. I clumsily knock the alarm clock over with it still blaring out, it echoing throughout my room and down the hall. I throw myself up causing a shock to run up my body prompting a complete lightheadedness that just allows me to be able to get the alarm clock to shut it off. As I attempt to take steps towards the hall I fall forward into the dark and twisted hallway. Looking down I see a figure that stares back at me. A blank face shaded by the darkness of the house. It features disorder and brokenness and shaking all around. Whether it's my eyes playing tricks on me or he's finally came to collect on the debt that I so desperately owe him. I feel a shiver up my entire spine locking me in place, I close my eyes hoping for whatever happens next to be fast. As I ready for whatever fate is left for me my alarm clock goes off again and as I open my eyes again. All that is left is a stack of cans staring back at me at the end of the hall. Taking a huge sigh of relief I stand up from the wooden floor, walking towards the can ridden living room. I switch on the big box TV to be met with the same old words that used to run chills down my spine. I don't even know why I turn it on anymore. It seems that this message may just be a relic of the past. Letting the message play a little longer I sink into the ground letting my eyes close and sleep come across me.

“ –For those uninfected, lock all doors and windows, stock up on supplies, and do not leave your home. Have trust in your government, May god be with us all”

The last couple words of the broadcast woke me up, my ears ringing heavily. I sat up and switched off the TV, the light being taken away. Sitting in the darkness of my living room once again. My stomach growls once again. I feel my body ache telling me that oh so familiar feeling has washed upon me. I stand up navigating past the can structures built in the living room space making my way to the kitchen. Opening my Cupboard and grabbing a can of meat and opening it I hear a noise, 3 knocks at my front door. Followed by the mail shoot being opened and something being slid inside. Hearing a paper hit the ground right in front of the front door. Everything is running could it be that the creature before was fake. Or could this be someone alive telling me that they found more food. Or the government saying that the radios went down but the virus was gone. What could this mean, I almost instinctively ran through the kitchen space to the front door. Something like this hasn't happened almost ever. Getting mail was already a rare occurrence but became non existent the moment the virus broke out. As I made my way to the front door with the window boarded up, I looked towards the cracked wood ground. There lies a letter with a rose stamp and a wax seal on the letter. This wasn't from the government but no doubt it was from someone nearby. For the first time in a long time my stomach felt light genuine butterflies as if a note from your crush ending up in your locker. Picking up the letter and bringing it to the kitchen where the most light resided. I tore it up revealing a tea stained piece of paper written in beautiful handwriting.

Dear Mr Smith

I send this letter with a smile on my face

I found my letter writing kit that my grandma had gifted me before

She had passed, I was afraid it was lost in the move from florida

But i'm so happy that I'm able to send you this letter with joy and a smile on my

face . I do not know if you're alive or if you are even able to read this.

But I assume you are from the constant turning on of that annoying news broadcast

But I understand that some folk need a way to get through this whole thing

Some semblance of hope can be found in many different things

So Mr Smith I say to you goodnight and I hope that this letter finds you well

From

Sammy

Solitudinarian (A horror short story Im writing)

(Little pre-thing this is my first time really posting anything of this kind on Tumblr and So im gonna post this story in chunks and as I write more do little updates also very rough draft) “We interrupt your current broadcast to bring an emergency broadcast, this broadcast is being brought to you by the United States Public safety department and is a message to all residents of the United states. There have been a total of 500 thousand people coming into hospital with symptoms never seen before in any known virus. Symptoms observed have been red eyes, nose bleeds, ringing ears, irregular behavior, sleep walking, violent and sporadic movements, twitching, and overall brain failure. All cases of this virus have been fatal, and those who haven't died are now missing. Those infected have reported seeing shadows in the corner of their eyes, or feel like they are being watched. Along with infected individuals, sightings of tall and disfigured silhouettes have been spotted around neighborhoods. If you make contact with any of these creatures, make distance between you and the entity. If you or a family member are suffering from sickness, do your community a favor and keep yourself indoors and locked inside. For those uninfected lock all doors and windows, stock up on supplies, and do not leave your home. Have trust in your government, May god be with us all”.

The TV broadcast rips through the air once more. It's the same old message that has been repeated for the last 2 months. I tune in just for the chance of there being an update, a chance that maybe this whole thing will all be over. As the same words play again I hit the power button to the box Tv leaving me alone in the darkness of my living room. My stomach growls and I feel my body ache at me telling me it's time to eat, all these days that have strung together hunger is the one of the things that's at least stayed the same. I stand up feeling my body ache and looking around at the can littered floor I make my way to the kitchen. Flicking on a light switch, blinding myself for a few brief moments. As my eyes adjust I lay sight to the dirty counter space that matches the off white walls. A cockroach crawled from under the fridge and almost as fast as it crawled out it scurried right under another counter. Taking a deep breath I open the cupboard to be met with stacks of canned food. Sighing deep I grab one of the cans of food and pry it open, my eyes are met with the can of meat that I'm only half sure what's in it. But it's better than starving so I sink a spoon that I had found on the nearby table into the meat. It gushed liquids and made a disgusting noise as I dug into it. Getting a spoonful I take a bite and chew, it's the same stuff I've been eating for days now. The disgusting taste is now almost welcome. As I finish the can of food I lay it on the counter with the rest of the empties. My eyes are heavy, I've been awake for far too long, it's probably best I get some rest. I leave my kitchen and make my way down my hallway, that seems to extend for miles due to the beckoning darkness. I stumble down the hall passing the bathroom door, I arrive at my bedroom, it's lit by a dim lamp revealing the piles of clothes and several empty bottles of water. I fall onto my bed reaching to grab my medicine from my bedside table. I take 2 pills and lay my head on my pillow and let the mattress grab ahold of my body. As I close my eyes I feel myself drift off into the void of sleep, Maybe tomorrow will be different.

[meteors-lotr]

The Hobbits watching Frozen

Merry: Ah, and who among us could forget the absolute bop that is...this weird ice cutting song

Pippin: I don’t know Merry, I would say this song is...pretty cool

Merry: Oh, look out

Pippin: I’m just saying, it’s a chilled-out groove

Sam: I might need you to leave, if you don’t stop

Frodo: And from this point on, no more Nordic-inspired numbers!

***

Frodo: Wait these ice-cutters are just fricking leaving this child behind them?

Frodo: Whose kid is he?! Why does no one notice they are leaving him??

***

“Cuties, I’m gonna keep you!”

Merry: ‘What, you’re joking right?’

Merry: ‘No, you’re mine now!’

***

Frodo: Wait, Hans is tricking Anna into believing he’s in love with her, but she’s not around, so why did he make that face?

Pippin: Yeah you’re right, the only explanation for it that this is his evil plotting face [Imitates Hans smile]

***

“And maybe it’s the party talking, or the chocolate fondue

Merry: ‘Oh man yeah I’m so fucked up on chocolate fondue I don’t even know what I’m saying right now!’

***

Sam: [Whimpers slightly]

Merry: Is something wrong Sammy?

Sam: I just realized, Anna falls in love so fast because...most people have shut her out her whole life

Pippin: Ouch, and then the first person to give her attention since she lost her parents is actually just...taking advantage of her

Frodo: There’s no way she’s coming out of this situation without trust issues

***

“The snow glows bright on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen*

Pippin: Except for the footprints behind you!

Frodo:...Hey yeah!

***

Sam: She really shouldn’t let go of any more of her clothing, that’s for sure she’s going to freeze to death

***

Frodo: You think this ice castle has a bathroom?

Pippin: Ice toilet!

Merry: Or a bed?

Pippin: Ice bed!

Frodo:...

Frodo: This place sounds awful

***

“Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer, That's a little outside of nature's laws!”

Frodo: His thing with the reindeer?

Sam: Outside of nature’s laws??

Merry: He definitely fucks the reindeer!

***

“Oh Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you”

Pippin: If only there was someone out there who loved you [Imitates Hans smile again]

***

Frodo: Something that’s always bothered me with this movie is that, an act of true love will save Anna’s love, and we learn that that true love doesn’t have to be romantic love, so why doesn’t Olof nearly sacrificing his life to comfort Anna because, he cares more about her than himself count as an act of true love!

Frodo: He even says, some people are worth melting for! Like...bruh

***

“Just take care of my sister!”

Sam: Aughfb, you’ve already done a good job of that yourself Elsa!

***

Merry: ‘Elsa, we the villagers have thought it over and with no discussion whatsoever we’ve decided we’re not scared anymore and Ice magic is actually cool as hell!’

***

[After the movie]

Frodo: So, Elsa’s power set includes [Takes out notebook] ‘Freezing Water, freezing objects, creating Ice and Snow from nothing, Instantly creating anything she can imagine out of ice, poison ice blast that slowly kill you, giving life to snow and or ice, erasing fabric from existence, creating fabric from...ice I guess, melting snow and ice, telekinetic manipulation of frozen water, creating an eternal winter, creating an eternal mini winter-snow cloud that can follow a subject around wherever they go and reviving dead flora.

Sam:

Merry:

Pippin:

Pippin: Yeah, all checks out

Frodo: With Elsa’s seemingly unstoppable “ice powers” I’d imagine Arendelle becomes a global superpower. No military force at that time could stand a chance against her never-ending army of Ice-Golems.

Sam: Oh, I get it! You shouldn’t trust an open door, true love is a closed-door that is eventually opened up to you

Merry: I can assure you that no one was thinking that when they made this movie Sam

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

 anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh.... 

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

ohh idk my Sokeefe playlist is a bit outdated lol let me see

Haunted - Taylor Swift

Only Us - Dear Evan Hansen

I Wish You Would - Taylor Swift

Come Back... Be Here - Taylor Swift

Begin Again - Taylor Swift

ME! - Taylor Swift

midnight love - girl in red

What if it Doesn't End Well - chloe moriondo

If We're in Love - Melina KB

And for fedex...

Heather - Conan Gray

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into - Be More Chill

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

despair - leo.

Little Miss Perfect - Write Out Loud (look it was a whole thing, a whole song parody, a whole (unfinished) fanfic)

Rewrite the Stars - The Greatest Showman

Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift

Let Me Down - BoyWithUke

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

sammy - chloe moriondo

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Stacy's Brother - Mad Tsai

And finally, London Boy by Taylor Swift (only because I am working on a parody called Wonderboy lol)

fun mutual :)

give me another ship or character I have sooo many playlists

OKAY LETS START W KOTLC BC IDK WHAT OTHER STUFF U LIKE

the star of my life, sokeefe. so many songs for them but i want YOURS

my second otp on the series is fedex and i need it I NEED SONGS FOR IT

[jerzwriter]

Even though Ethan/Tobias/Kaycee/Casey are doctors, have they ever panicked when they’re little girl/girls was sleeping and looked like they wasn’t breathing? (I always panicked 😭 I always stare at them or move them to make sure, yk. When babies sleep , they are out COLD like,my god)

OMG Yes. lol I think the worst night's sleep I ever got in my life was the first night my child slept straight through. Mind you, it took FOREVER, and I thought I'd never get a full night's sleep again. So it finally happens! And what do I do, wake up every 20 minutes to make sure the poor dear was still breathing. lol So I feel this on a personal level.

Ethan/Kaycee-land: Initially, they're both worry-warts, with Ethan winning the most worried of the warts contest. I see Angelcare monitors and frequent visits to check on Emma as part of their routine.

And I saw your follow-up. I can picture Ethan waking her once when he was a little concerned, and the poor thing wailed for hours. After that, he took his Dad's advice (and, yes, Alan is a worry wart, too!). He holds a compact mirror close to her nose to see if it fogs.

That's what I did... follow me for trashfics and lifehacks, my friends! lmao

But they do learn to calm down in time. I think by the time Emma is six-months-old, they will have a handle on it.

Tobias/Casey-land: Tobias is pretty much cool as a cucumber with most things, but the first days back home with their new little girl, well, that wasn't the easiest thing for him to deal with. He was worried about Casey, worried about Samantha, wanting Casey to rest, worrying when Samantha was quiet for too long. Poor guy needed a vacation. But after the first few days, he was pretty chill, especially when he decided that Samantha's role in life was to scare the shit out of him every few hours or so.

Casey was a little calmer than Kaycee, but she had her moments. She knew the mirror trick from Rose, but there was a good half-dozen times when she poked poor Sammy awake, just to be sure.

I think they are a little better after Brooke and then Kayla's births. They followed one of my good friend's policies on babies. "The first one, if the pacifier falls to the floor, you run and boil it before the baby gets it back. The second you look at it, make sure there's no visible dirt, maybe stick it in your own mouth real fast, and hand it back. The third? The dog retrieves it and hands it back to the baby, and you're ok with it." lol Maybe not to that extent, but they calm down.

Thanks so much for the fun ask!

[quillquiver]

and it’s good

DeanCas coda to 15x19: ‘Inherit the Hearth’

He hasn’t stopped praying.

From an empty world to one filled with people, Dean has gone to his knees every night—on the floor, the gravel, the dirt—and prayed. Head down. Face pressed to his knuckles. Dear Cas…

From each failed plan to their eventual, anti-climactic victory, Dean shares it all. And when it’s all over, when they wake up the morning after with no Jack, no Cas and no world to save, it’s bittersweet. Confusing. Like being released into the wild after living in a cage.

Where does he go from here? What does he do?

What does he want?

Sam doesn’t have a problem finding his own answers, but then again, he never has; he was the one with the life outside The Life: the college boy, the dreamer. Dean… Dean needs some time to adjust. Regroup. Grieve, maybe—whatever the hell that looks like. So, he serves himself a bottle of Jack, grabs a box of Pop Tarts, and makes his way to his recliner. First day of freedom? Dr. Sexy and sweet oblivion sound awesome.

“Hey, uh, what’re you—” Sam cuts himself off, skidding to a halt in the doorway of the Dean Cave. He’s got that pinched look on his face, the one that means: inevitable bitch face, concerned edition. Dean waves him off.

“Chilling out,” he mutters, taking a long pull from the bottle. “Figure I deserve a vacation.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “A vacation.”

“Yeah, genius. A vacation. You know, a little me time?” Dean takes another pull. “You got a problem with that?”

Sam shifts his weight. Frowns at the floor. It’s weird to see him like this; he’s so big, now, but that move is straight out of his teen years—when he’d been gangly and awkward and angry and unsure. He looks up, resolved, and Dean heaves an internal sigh. Whatever the fuck Sam is trying to do, he doesn’t want any part in it.

“What if you come with me?”

“Nope.”

“Dean—”

“Look, Sammy, we fought the big fight, we won, there ain’t nothing left to do,” Dean says reasonably, bitterly, turning back to the DVD menu. “So I don’t wanna go into town, or to the store, or wherever else you’re planning on gallivanting to today. I’m gonna watch my show, drown myself in booze and pass the fuck out, because that is what I’m owed. Capiche?”

“Eileen texted. I’m… I’m going to go get her.”

It’s weird, Dean thinks, how many times a heart can break. He clenches his jaw and swallows the lump in his throat, blinking rapidly. Allows himself a second—one second—of envy and jealousy before he slaps a smile on his face and nods. “Good,” he says. He means it. “You should.”

“So…” Sam trails off.

“So…” Dean echoes.

“…Come with.”

“Sam, I’m not gonna crash your romantic reunion okay? That’s weird.”

“Dean—”

“Sam.” And there’s more that comes out in that word than he ever intended. It hangs heavy in the air between them before dropping to the ground like a stone. Loud. Shattering on impact. Dean thinks his voice might have cracked and his vision is blurring because this pity? This is fucking worse. Shoving a Pop Tart in his mouth, Dean chews with his mouth open in the vain hope that his table manners will prove an adequate distraction, but that shit hasn’t worked for a long time.

It tastes like sawdust.

“Just go,” he says. “You have to go, man.”

It’s as much a plea for his brother as it is for himself, and for one long, terrifying moment Dean thinks Sam’s going to refuse. That he’s gonna be dragged across the country to witness his brother find happiness in a way he will never be able to have.

…But Sam is kind, not cruel, and when those big eyes of his fill with tears, Dean has never been so happy to have given himself up. He watches as his little brother’s shoulders slump. As he readjusts his duffle.

“I’ll be home in two days,” Sam says. “If you’re dead, I’m gonna pissed.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean replies, forcing himself to tease. To be excited. He deserves this. “Go sing in the rain or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Sam volleys back, a smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. He looks so happy, and Dean can’t stop himself from mirroring the expression. It hits him all at once, then—a sucker punch to the gut, the heart—that no matter what, he did right by his little brother. That he’s grown up to be smart, and kind and caring, and now he can be happy. And Dean—Dean’ll figure it out. But Sam’s taken care of and that’s… good. That’s a lot.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Mm.”

“I love you,” Sam says. He’s seven and thirty-seven and Dean feels something inside himself ease and break all at once.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I love you, too.”

Sam grins.

***

There’s no more frozen pizza.

It’s already a fucking travesty that the pizza place doesn’t deliver to their secret underground bunker, but Jack polished off the last two pies—and while it’s a little bit hilarious to think of the ‘New God’ (his kid) scarfing down shitty plain cheese in his pjs, it’s also awful, and painful. So Dean slips on his shoes, grabs his keys, and shoulders on the jacket with Cas’s handprint over his hole-y sleep shirt.

It’s not like he’s sober, but he’s done worse.

It feels like a shitty pizza day, so Dean makes a beeline for the Wal-Mart and its frozen section, stocking up on two of every topping from the cheapest brand they’ve got. He grabs popcorn, chips, twizzlers and margarita mix, because fuck it, and smiles at the cashier. It’s not an epic romantic reunion, but this is what normal people do, right? They take an entire day and wallow without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Dean’s cradling his spoils, twizzler hanging out of his mouth, shuffling out of the garage when—

He freezes.

The kitchen. There’s someone banging around in the kitchen.

Not like aggressively banging—one quick sweep around the area confirms no signs of forced entry—but just like… moving shit. Washing the dishes from this morning, or getting ready to make something new. Dean’s heart is caught between hope and heartbreak and he forces himself towards the latter. It’s probably Charlie, or Bobby or Jody or Donna or, hell, even Jack or Claire. No one else can get in. And if it’s something dangerous… well, Dean doesn’t have a weapon on him, and his damn pizza’s thawing.

But it’s not Charlie or Bobby or Jody or Donna. It’s not Jack. It’s not Claire.

…It’s Cas; freshly showered, dressed in Dean’s fucking clothes, making himself a sandwich.

He’s beautiful. Dean’s shirt—AC/DC, the one with the mustard stain on the collar—is just a little small on him, and he’s humming, and Dean has to blink once twice three times to make sure he’s not a goddamn mirage but no he’s still there, still scooping grape jelly onto the good bread and then putting the dirty spoon on the counter like a friggin’ heathen and—

“Are you gonna wash that?”

It’s sure as fuck not what he’d meant to say, but it gets the job done. Cas drops the spoon—the spoon—and whirls around like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Dean,” he breathes, like Dean’s name is some kind of benediction. Like it’s important.

Dean clutches his groceries tighter to his chest. “A-Are you…?” he asks. Steps forward. Steps back. Stares because he can’t, he can’t— “Are you real?”

Cas is barefoot. He’s quiet when he steps across the linoleum. His hair is turning fluffy where it’s drying and his eyes are blue and bright and he’s a miracle. “I’m real,” he confirms quietly. His hand twitches by his side, and Dean thinks that’s fair. Thinks that he gets that Cas has reservations because of—because.

But they’re unfounded. 

Dean drops his spoils because they’re an afterthought; nothing is more important than knowing, than reaching out to touch his fingertips to Cas’s shoulder. To his jaw. He can’t stop the tears from springing to his eyes like he can’t stop himself from laughing. Smiling. And suddenly he has Cas in his arms and he smells like Dean’s soap and Sam’s fancy shampoo, and they’re holding—clutching each other, and Dean turns his head because it has to be now he has to say it now: “Cas, I—”

“I know,” Cas interrupts. “You don’t have to—I know.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, voice high with something like hysteria. The whole thing is so absurd, so insane, so fucked, that it’s all he can do to bury his face in Cas’s neck. To squeeze his eyes shut. To talk. “Well, you’re a friggin’ moron,” he says. “And you got no goddamn idea what you’re talking about, because—because you changed me, too, you dick.” Cas’s fingers dig into Dean’s waist and Dean’s heart pounds like it’s trying to escape and his throat is dry and he’s sweating and he’s gonna be sick, he’s gonna die— “A-And I love you.”

He wrenches himself away, then, glaring like he dares Cas to take the words away from him. “Okay?” he asks, rhetorically. Menacingly. It’s a declaration and a confession and a challenge. And Cas meets his stare unflinchingly. He reaches up to thumb at the wetness on the apple of Dean’s cheek. “Okay,” he says. He nods. Leans in. “Okay.” Their mouths brush. “Good.”

It’s not even a real kiss, so Dean can’t be blamed for how he chases; how he breathes good, in faint agreement like a lovesick fool, and moves until they’re kissing good and proper—slow and sweet and then deep and wet and it’s good, it’s so good, he’s so good.

Later, they’ll have to make every thawed pizza. They’ll drink the margarita mix and share the same popcorn bowl and pay no attention to Dr. Sexy playing in the background. They’ll talk about Chuck and Jack and Sam. They’ll stare. They’ll tease. They’ll flirt.

But for now, Cas twists his hands in Dean’s shirt and Dean buries his hands in dark hair. They pause for breath only to come together, again and again and again.

And it’s good.

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TWST - Kitty Nutella - SR Lab Coat -Vignette

// AKA "Kitty's Shenanigans Series"

Note// Majin{TWST OC} belongs to my bestie, dear Angelfish @/pastel-rights~ (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Part 1

What if kitty buys a ring pop

And proposes to a friend to be her bestie forever-/ih

Kitty makes it a whole thing, telling Hana and the other sisters her plans and everything-

Hana just going chill and calm while listening, because she pretty much have first hand experience as Kitty also bestie proposed to her before-(but with a raspberry ring pop-)

While the other sisters who were also got proposed were either cooing or rolling their eyes playfully at Kitty's silly plan-

But heck, imagine them doing a zoom meeting. So each of them are in their respective dorm rooms as Kitty rambles about the plan-

By doing a whole presentation... With cute chibi faces of her and Majin included in the panels that explain step by step of what she will do-

After that, Kitty just going dramatic when buying the ring pop at Sam’s shop is roflroflrofl-

“SAMMY- I THINK I FOUND “THE ONE”,,,,/P 🥺"

Like, it’s only 99 cents ring pop and she would still scream “PERFECT-“

After Kitty leaves, Sam couldn't just help but tell Edith about how Kitty bought a ring pop and is gonna go propose to someone- HDBDBDB

Part 2

After buying the ring, Kitty hummed, thinking that something is missing about the ring pop-

So she went to the alchemy lab, wore her lab coat, and made a chaotic crazy experiment to make the ring pop turn into a much more neon red color that fits with Majin's red earring- which was surprisingly a success after 5 tries- Dw, it is still surprisingly edible with no effects- x'''D

Kitty literally had the audacity.

To propose RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DIASOMNIA STUDENTS- NOT JUST MAJIN- X'DDD

Ivory is also there, so she is like a computer processing the situation- until she gives a tiny smile, now knowing what is Kitty's plan.

Kitty kneeled down, slowly taking out a box// Majin, my beloved, super dear friend of mine... Will you be...

Kitty// *shows a pop ring *

Kitty// My bestie and platonic wife, FoReVaH??? uwu uwu???

Majin//

Majin// Sure. *devours the pop ring in one go *

Majin// Yum.

Kitty// *GASPS* REALLY??? 🥺🥺🥺

Kitty// HECK YEA, BABYYYYY- ÒWÓ *DOES THE ORANGE JUSTICE DANCE CHAOTICALLY *

Kalim is actually there too to cheer quietly for Kitty, as Jamil goes like: •-•)

A week later, Kitty finds gummy roses at her door. It also has a note on it.

Kitty happily holds the gift and reads the note:

"I know I look like a girl but you don’t have to rub it in/j/lh"

-Majin

Kitty still hold the gummies with so much gratitude while munching them with yum yums after that-

The End~ ùwú

BONUS: COMIC I DREW BASED ON THIS LOL-