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vivalas-vega · 2 years ago

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

hiiii part one hot off the presses. I’m officially starting a hate club for that guy from molecular biology if anyone wants to join. as always lmk what you think and if you want to be added to the tag list :)

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part one

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prologue

word count: 4.5k

warnings: language, angst, blink and you’ll miss it mention of drugs, naval inaccuracies (is this how shit works in the navy??? no idea but it does in this world lol) sweet and sad smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it folks)

The air was crisp as you strode across campus, a slight breeze ruffling your hair and sending a chill down your legs. It was a change in pace for you this time of year, back home you’d be sweating and praying for a respite but now? You missed it. You missed the heat that made the air feel heavy around you, missed the way the only thing that would cool you off was a dip in the lake and you missed the way Jake would tease you for your incessant complaining. You missed Jake… period. For eight years you were attached at the hip, never straying far and certainly never doing anything apart from each other. You’d been there to hold his hand in the hospital after he fell from his tree house and broke his arm, you’d been there to give him a pep talk when he struck out with Suzy Something in the seventh grade and felt too embarrassed to show up at school the next day, you’d been there to celebrate him when he got into flight school… and he’d been there to give you his sweater to tie around your waist when you got your first period during social studies, to hold your hand and laugh with you when you were goofy on painkillers after getting your appendix out sophomore year, and he’d been there to tell you that you were crazy but really cool when you decided you were going to be a surgeon at the ripe age of twelve.

College was everything you had hoped it would be, you felt intellectually stimulated for the first time in your life… your small town hadn’t offered you quite the education you needed and you’d made do but now you were learning from the best among the best and you were soaking up everything like a sponge. You’d made friends, had a really good roommate which you knew was a miracle with horror stories you’d heard when sharing lunch with some classmates and you felt like you could see your future in front of you. You were at one of the best colleges in the country, one that nurtured your passions and challenged you daily and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were currently laying down the foundation for the following twelve years of your education. This was all good, this was all more than good but something was missing. There was a Jake-sized hole in your heart and even though this was your idea it didn’t make it hurt any less, and knowing you had to tell him you were bailing on Thanksgiving was gnawing a hole in your stomach.

You brought your phone to your ear, not even checking the screen as you knew who it was… this was your designated phone time for the week and you sat on a nearby bench as you answered. “Hey, Jake.”

“Hey Jupiter, how are you?” he asked and you felt immediately settled hearing his voice on the other end, laughing softly as you heard the nickname he bestowed on you in elementary school after a science presentation you gave on the planet with sheer enthusiasm that just stuck. It might as well have been your real name now, your parents hadn’t called you anything else in ages and even your new peers used it after overhearing a phone call with you and Jake and you loved it… you loved that something Jake had given you all those years ago still stuck, even to people who didn’t know him or the backstory.

“I’m good, exhausted but good. How’s flight school?��

“It’s good… exhausting but good,” he said and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You hadn’t quite figured out how to talk to each other yet. It had been months since you left and you’d hoped not much would change but that was a pipe dream at best and you knew it. Everything would change, even though you promised to remain best friends. How do you go from being so hopelessly in love with someone to friends without everything changing? “Excited for Thanksgiving though,” he added and you felt guilt tug at your heart as you were reminded.

“About Thanksgiving…” you started and you heard him sigh.

“Please tell me you’re still coming,” he said and now you were certain you wanted to cry.

“I uh… There’s this big project I’m working on right now, it’s solo but requires the work of at least four people and I’m drowning with it on top of all of my other classes… I was going to stay on campus over break to get ahead of it so it’s not hectic when I get back,” you tried to explain but you knew he wouldn’t buy it. You could work on your project anywhere, and he also knew there was no way that you were drowning, you were better than that. You managed stress and heavy loads of studying like it was nothing.

“I get it, I just… I miss you,” he said and you sniffled as you wiped your cheeks. “Oh honey, please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you tried and you heard him chuckle.

“Yeah and the sky isn’t blue, sweetheart. It’s okay, really. I’ll see you for Christmas,” he said and you nodded. But you didn’t see him for Christmas… or for New Year’s and your phone calls grew infrequent. Once a week turned into every other week, which turned into once a month and as the completion of your first year of college came around you hadn’t spoken to him since Easter and hadn’t seen him since that day in the airport.

You felt awful, you really did, but you thought it was better this way… every time you heard his voice you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms and if you saw him now while it was still so fresh you didn’t trust yourself to uphold your end of the deal. And Jake knew this on some level, because he knew you better than anyone. He knew it wasn’t necessarily personal as much as it hurt, that you were just trying to protect yourself and in a way protect him too because he still wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you how much he loved you.

And so life went on… you still talked, maybe once every few months as you advanced through school and as he accelerated through his training program. You were doing exactly what you said you would, learning how to excel at your chosen paths but it didn’t feel quite as satisfying as you’d hoped it would. Near the end of your second year a call from Jake’s mom had you packing your bags, stealing clothes and shoes from your roommate despite her protests and sprinting to the airport in record time to fly across the country for his graduation. You thought it was silly at first, you’d told his mom you weren’t sure he wanted you there, that you hadn’t really talked in so long and didn’t know if it was your place right now and she’d all but called you stupid. Your place was beside Jake she’d said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and as you stood in the hotel room his parents had set up for you you’d made a mental note to call them more… you knew why you were keeping distance with Jake but there was no reason to keep distance with them, they were your family too and would do anything for you, even give up seeing their son at his graduation despite her insistence of ‘he knows how proud we are, and it’s not us he wants to see’.

Which is why you were now standing in a crowd among other Naval friends and family in a beautiful dress and heels you’d stolen from Mary, overlooking a group of new pilots all standing at attention as someone spoke into the microphone but in all honesty you weren’t listening, couldn’t be bothered with anything other than finding him there in the second row looking so handsome in his uniform. You were sure he couldn’t see you from where you were standing off to the side, and as people began heading up to tap out their loved ones you leaned over to an older woman beside you.

“Is there a system for how this goes?” you asked and she looked at you with a fond smile.

“Not formally, but usually it goes row by row,” she answered. “Who are you here for?” She smiled again when you pointed out Jake and made a show of her disappointment when you confirmed he wasn’t your brother, “that’s my son over there, if you’d said brother I was going to set you two up… he is a lucky guy,” she said, looking you over and you chuckled.

“Oh, your son is very handsome, I’m sure he’s doing just fine,” you replied and she nudged you when they began on the second row and you took a deep breath… it was now or never and you certainly couldn’t leave him up there the last to be tapped out wondering where the hell his family was. As you walked towards him you wondered if he’d noticed you or not, if he did he wasn’t showing it… not until you made eye contact when you got close enough and despite not wavering from his position you saw it in his eyes and broke out in a dead sprint towards him, tapping frantically on his shoulder so you could throw yourself at him and he caught you with ease, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around him. You sighed breathing in that scent that was so Jake as he spun you in circles.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling back slightly but not allowing you to put your feet on the ground just yet… he’d gone almost two years without holding you and he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Your mom,” you answered, unwrapping your legs and sliding down his front, but you kept your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” you said softly and he looked at you incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay? This is all I could have asked for,” he said and you flushed as you hid your head in his chest.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Jupiter.” The crowd had thinned out now, families all making their way out to continue on with their graduation celebrations for the day and you turned when you felt a hand on your shoulder, coming face-to-face with the mom you’d chatted with earlier telling the two of you to squish together so she could take a photo.

“Here,” she fished a pen and paper from her purse to hand to you while she allowed you to look through the candid photos she’d taken of your reunion and you grew misty as you flicked through them, and you eagerly wrote down your phone number and email for her to send them to you.

“Thank you so much… I didn’t even think about photos,” you said, giving her a big hug and congratulating her son before they left and you looked up to Jake with bright eyes.

“Leave it to you to make friends anywhere,” he said and you just smiled.

“Thank god for her honestly, if I didn’t have a singular photo to send to your parents I’m sure they’d cancel my flight home and tell me to figure it out,” you laughed.

“When do you go home?” he asked tentatively and it felt weird to you, the two of you referring to Stanford as home. You supposed it was now… you barely returned to Texas anymore, spending a few weeks over the summer before heading back to campus to take summer classes… you didn’t need to, not in the slightest but if they were offered you were going to take them, you were on track to graduate early and you’d take what you could get with how many more years of schooling you had ahead of you.

“Day after tomorrow,” you replied and you thought his face was going to crack wide open with the grin that spread across his features.

“I get you for two whole days?” he asked and you nodded, laughing as he hoisted you up and spun you around again. You took him by the hand and led him out to the parking lot and to your rental car and he whistled when he saw it, “god my parents love you,” he joked.

“This was actually my parents, mom pitched a fit about the idea of me taking cabs with strange people in a strange city,” you laughed as you got in and you twisted in your seat to look at him beside you, just taking him in and reveling in the fact that you were here with him, in the same time zone, in the same zip code. You wanted to reach across the console, grab him by the collar of that uniform and press your lips to his but that wasn’t allowed anymore and you needed to push past it.

“Alright, graduate, where to? What’s your favorite lunch spot, or where’s a fancy place you’ve always wanted to go but were saving for a special occasion?” you asked and he just chuckled, directing you to a food truck only five minutes away and as you sat on a picnic bench in the parking lot you listened to him catch you up on all of his training. You watched as he enthusiastically detailed his first time flying solo, the time he flew through a bird strike (and him explaining to you what that was) and how every time he accomplished something new he thought of you. You told him all about your classes, which professors you loved and which you hated, and you told him about how Stanford kids might be the cream of the crop but they know how to party better than anyone and how you missed him at every single one.

“Better than our senior year bonfire?” he asked and you laughed.

“Doesn’t even hold a candle, if you thought watching me do beer bongs and dance on the hood of your truck was peak amusement just wait until you watch the kid who got into every Ivy League and MIT do blow and sneak into the athletic pool.”

“I can’t wait to come visit you one day, you’ll have to show me around your fancy campus and take me to one of these infamous parties,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Name the day cowboy, I’ll be ready to give you the full Stanford experience.” He began to rattle off a list of things you could do today but… you just didn’t want to do any of it. You drove him back to base and followed him through the narrow hallways to his bunks where he collected a few of his necessities, listening attentively when he pointed things out as you went before navigating back to your hotel. When the door shut behind you a weight settled over you, sure this was what you wanted… to just go back to your hotel room, put on a made for tv movie and hang out with him but suddenly it felt overwhelming. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the night before he dropped you off at the airport almost two years ago now and that was a thought that made you want to break down and cry. It had been two years and now you didn’t know how to behave alone in a room with him.

“I’m going to get out of this uniform,” he said softly, kissing your cheek before closing himself in the bathroom and you sighed as you sifted through your duffle bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s old t-shirts… one you’d stolen forever ago and it was one of many you slept in every night. You sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do with your hands or your body in general and you grabbed your phone to check in with both of your parents… letting them know the graduation was amazing, sending some selfies you took at lunch and promising to send the photos from the tap out ceremony once you got them.

You wondered what you would talk about now that you were all caught up on school and flight training… Do you ask him if he’s seeing anybody? Do you tell him about the ill-advised one night stands or that boy from your molecular biology class you went on a few dates with? This was uncharted territory and you didn’t really like it… things were never uncharted with Jake before, you never once worried about what you would talk about or what to do, it all just flowed so easily. You’d been so lost in your thoughts staring at the painting on the wall you didn’t even notice the bed sink beside you as he sat down, not until there was a hand on your knee pulling you back to reality and you turned your head to face him.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and looking down at you with concern in his eyes.

“Nothing and everything,” you responded and he nodded, understanding what you meant. He shifted up the bed and pulled you with him, creating space for you to settle into his side. You exhaled in relief when his arms wrapped around you and you felt grounded listening to the steady thud of his heart in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“What for?” he moved to prop himself up and hooked a finger under your chin to make you look at him.

“Pulling away… getting distant, it’s not fair.” you said feeling your throat grow thick with emotion and he just shook his head.

“We still talk, we’re just busy… and that’s a good thing, Jupiter, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” Looking up at him and feeling his hands on your hips as he watched you so carefully had heat prickling up your spine and if you focused solely on him long enough you could convince yourself you were back home in your bedroom and not in some hotel room in Annapolis but you were. Jake was different now and so were you but the feeling that settled on your skin and had your hands crawling up his chest was exactly the same. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you into his lap and you settled onto him with your thighs straddling his hips, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned down to press your forehead against his. You missed this, the closeness, feeling like you were the only two people in the world with your bodies pressed against each other.

“Jake…” you muttered and he nodded against you, hands trailing along your sides and you felt desire tingling in your every nerve ending.

“I know, Jupiter… I know,” he responded, and you were certain he could feel your heart threatening to hammer out of your chest. Your lips ghosted against his, testing the waters and you nearly moaned at the sensation as he gently pulled you closer to envelop you in a kiss. It was slow and deliberate, he took his time in opening you up and tasting you… if all you had were these two days you were going to make it last, make it count before you returned back to school and before he went on to do what he’d trained for. You experimentally rolled your hips against his, moaning into his mouth when you felt his hardening length beneath you and he pushed you onto your back to settle above you as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Jake,” you started but he silenced you with a kiss. You suddenly wondered if this was a bad idea, if you were just prolonging the hurt but you didn’t know if you could stop now that you had started.

“I know… we can stop,” he kissed along your jawbone and you arched into him as he pressed against your core, “tell me to stop.”

“Don’t… please, don’t,” you sighed and he continued to kiss down your body, pushing that old t-shirt of his up to kiss between the valley of your breasts and you pulled it off as he landed between your legs, gently pulling them apart as he nipped at the soft skin of your thighs. He pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them somewhere behind him as he continued to kiss around your core, sucking and marking you as he went. Your breath hitched as he licked a stripe through your folds and he groaned against you as he tasted your sweetness.

“Fuck, angel… missed you like this,” he muttered against you as he focused his tongue on your clit and pulled moans from the back of your throat. You bucked against him and he steadied your hips with his strong hand, keeping you in place as he worked you up the way he always did. He took his time, slowly pressing one then two fingers into you and massaging that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars, muttering praises as you careened off the ledge and into your climax leaving you writhing beneath him. “So beautiful,” he said as he kissed back up your body and you pulled him into you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Missed you,” you whispered against him, reaching between you to line him up at your entrance.

“Sweet girl, always were so needy,” he said as he pushed into you and bottomed out in one stroke. Your moan was broken as he filled you so completely and you shuddered as he began gently fucking into you. You moved your hips to match his pace and he pressed your hips into the mattress to still you, “I’ve got you, honey.” He whispered into your ear before kissing along the delicate skin of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned at the new angle, your hands were gripping his bicep and resting on the side of his face as you gazed up at him and tried to soak in every moment of this… every rock of his hips and every sweet sound that fell from his lips. It wasn’t enough, it never would be, but right now it would have to be. “Not gonna last, angel,” he muttered and you nodded, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I know,” you replied, chest heaving as you pressed yourself as close as you possibly could. You felt warmth coat your walls and you rubbed your hands along his back as he softened inside you and as he gazed into your eyes you went to say something but he just shook his head.

“Don’t say it, sweetheart.” He brought his hand up to wipe the tears from your cheeks and you nodded as he pulled out of you. He was gone in an instant, disappearing to the bathroom where he reemerged with a wet cloth that he used to gently clean you up and he pulled the blanket over you as he climbed back into bed. You tangled yourself with him as your breathing steadied and you wracked your brain with what to say next… nothing felt quite right, you couldn’t say what you wanted to. It wouldn’t be fair, not to you and not to him but it didn’t make you want to say it any less. It was right there on the tip of your tongue and had been since you first saw him earlier this afternoon but you couldn’t.

“I don’t-” you started, but cut yourself off as you tried to figure out where you were going with that sentence. “I don’t know what this means.”

“I know, I don’t either. We can’t- I can’t… I’m leaving next week,” he said and you stiffened beside him. You knew it was coming, knew it was inevitable, this is what he had been training for but it didn’t make the knowledge of him shipping off somewhere to do things that gave you nightmares any easier to stomach.

“Where?”

“I can’t tell you, Jupiter, you know that…”

“Do you know how long?” you asked and you felt him sigh, you knew you weren’t going to like his answer.

“Three months, maybe more.” he replied and you nodded, feeling fresh tears prick at your eyes and you gripped him tighter, as if you held on just a little bit more he wouldn’t be leaving, going someplace unknown and putting himself into danger.

“Okay,” you whispered, but it wasn’t… it wasn’t okay, none of it was. You wanted to drop out of school, kidnap him from the Navy and hide away, go someplace warm and tropical and just be safe together.

“It’s going to be fine… day after tomorrow you’re going to go back to Stanford, you’re going to keep blowing me away with how damn smart you are and you’re going to go to parties with your friends, and for me you’re going to go on dates, and when I get back stateside I’m going to come visit and you’ll show me your new life and everything is going to be okay.” he said and you couldn’t stop your tears, your frame shook as you clung onto him and he just soothingly rubbed your back and held you tight.

“You’ll be safe?” you asked and you felt him nod above you.

“Of course, honey… wouldn’t put you through that,” he said and you believed him. Even though you knew he had limited control over whether or not he made it home safely you believed he would try.

And he did try, for those three whole months he was gone he kept you in the back of his mind through every training exercise in preparation and you were at the front of his mind when he was flying the mission. He wouldn’t make his mom call you and tell you the unthinkable, he couldn’t… not when you were already doing so much for him. You were holding up your end of the bargain, excelling in your classes and letting loose on the weekends, you even gave that guy from your molecular biology class another chance. You were trying, and so was he and you were making each other damn proud in the process but that didn’t make it any simpler… It didn't stop the two of you from thinking back to that hotel room in Annapolis, it didn’t stop you from longing for you to be done with school and for him to receive a permanent station, but still you tried anyway, because you promised.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 months ago

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The Werther Project: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Dean's worst fears come to light when he and Sam mess with something that shouldn't have been messed with in the first place.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

Dean is about to follow him when he hears something that causes his heart to stop.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Joanna. That's Joanna's voice. No, she can't be here. This place isn't safe. How the hell is she here right now? "Come find me!"

"Joanna?"

He turns around expecting to see Suzie's kitchen but he's staring into the hallway of the Bunker. Why does this look longer than normal? He hears the patter of feet on the ground and turns but no one is there.

"Daddy!"

"Joanna? Where are you?"

"Daddy! Help me!"

This time, Joanna sounds scared. Dean takes off running down the hallway in search of his daughter. He stops at the stairs that lead down to where the dungeon is. Should he go down there? What is he going to see when he does? Joanna screams and Dean doesn't think twice about running down the stairs. The storage room door is open and the secret entrance to the dungeon is wide open. Dean rushes inside only to see Joanna lying on the table tied up. Her wrists are tied above her and her feet are tied so she can't move. She is spread out like a starfish.

"Daddy!"

"Joanna!"

He is about to run to her when someone walks out of the shadows. He stares at you who has an evil smirk on your face.

"So nice of you to join us. We've been waiting for you."

"Daddy, please save me," Joanna pleads.

"Get away from her!"

Dean lunges for his daughter but you blast him back with red magic. His body slams against the wall but he doesn't go anywhere. Your magic is keeping him from moving so he's forced to watch whatever sick plans you have for Joanna.

"Looks like I found her before you, and now I'm going to kill her." You walk around the table where Joanna's head is. "First, I'm going to need her magic."

Blue magic starts seeping out of Joanna's body and is being sucked up into yours by your magic. She screams in pain and tries to get away but she can't.

"Daddy, please help me," she cries.

"Stop! Stop!" Dean yells. Tears are streaming down his face. "I'll do anything you want. Stop hurting her!"

You stop the assault on your daughter and pick up a knife you've been saving for her. You walk over to Dean and let go of the magical hold you have on him so he falls to the ground on his feet.

"It's her life or yours. You either kick the bucket or she does." You grab Dean's hand and shove the knife into it. "Pick one!" You walk back over to Joanna and resume your magic sucking. "The clock is ticking!"

"Daddy! Please save me!" Joanna cries.

Sam finally gets his way into the office and sees Suzie lying on the floor with a gunshot wound to her head. He's too late.

"You know," Sam turns and sees the ghost of Suzie standing there, "I survived forty years in this house, keeping that thing on lockdown. One visit from a putz like you--"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry."

"Lot of good 'sorry' does me. Look at me. Look....at....me." She points to her corpse. "There she is. The first casualty of your misguided mission, but what's another human life to you? Anything's worth it, as long as you two make it out alive. How's that search going? Any closer to a cure?"

"This isn't real. You're not real."

"You think Dean's the wild card, the loose cannon. Don't you see? Making deals with witches and opening Pandora's box down there? You're the reckless one. You'll do anything to keep clinging to that doomed brother of yours and his wife. How many more will die, Sammy? You know it. You have to be stopped. The only one who can stop you is you! Do it, Sammy! End this farce once and for all!"

Before Sam has a chance to do anything, Suzie disappears in a purple mist. Rowena stands in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"Told you you'd need me."

"How did you find me?"

"Same way I just saved you--magic. I had a feeling you might be in over your head."

"Yeah, well you can't be here. If Dean sees you..." Sam trails off when he realizes his brother isn't with him. He walks into the living room to see Dean standing there with tears in his eyes and a pained expression on his face. "Dean!"

"Joanna!" Dean cries out. "Please stop hurting her."

"Hey. Hey!" Sam claps his hands in front of Dean's face but it doesn't do him any good. "Wake up! Dean, whatever you're seeing, it's not real."

"Real enough to him," Rowena says.

"What are you doing?"

"He can't see me, Sam." She waves her hands in the air in front of Dean but he doesn't notice her. "Yeah, he's too far gone."

"Can you wake him up?"

"I only brought enough dispelling magic for one. Maybe if you'd told me we'd have company--"

"There is no we."

"Fine, take this all on by yourself, but the odds are totally stacked against you."

"Please let her go. I'll do anything you want. Stop hurting her," Dean whimpers.

"Oh, the spell's got its hooks in deep. If you want him woken up, you're gonna have to rip this enchantment out by the root."

"The box! If we can figure out the fail-safe, we can break the spell and get the codex. Suzie's hallucinations drove her to suicide. The same thing happened to her family. Werther's illusions tried to do the same thing to me."

"So?"

"I can't leave Dean alone like this."

"Well then, we'll just have to tie up the bonny lad. Could be fun."

Sam has no choice but to tie Dean to a chair so he doesn't hurt himself. Once Sam knows he's secured, he and Rowena go down to the basement where the box is.

"Here it is. There's some kind of inscription."

Rowena kneels and touches the box.

"It's some kind of cursive, but the light source has dimmed. I know what I've said about your kind but the man who came up with this? The craftsmanship of the box, the sadism of the spellwork... it's all so... deliciously baroque."

"Alright, come on."

Rowena touches the ashes of the candle Sam burned earlier and uses her magic to lift it up in a mist and blows it back onto the box.

"Iluminia," she says.

The inscription around the box lights up so that the words, although in Latin, are visible. Sam's read enough books and done enough translations that he can understand the text on the box.

"To silence the box, slake its thirst with the blood of our own."

"That's it? The blood of its own? What?"

"The blood of our own. Men of Letters blood. Legacy blood. My blood."

"Oh." Sam reaches into his jacket and pulls out a knife. How do you know this will work?"

"I don't."

Sam slices his wrist and puts it over the small plate outside the box. His blood flows into the machine, and once there is enough, the box's gears begin turning. Sam has a feeling if he takes his arm away, the gears will stop. He has to keep it there until it opens.

"It's working," Rowena smirks.

As soon as Joanna passed out, you grab another knife from the table. All of her magic is in you now. You're more powerful than ever. Joanna is so small that stealing her magic is easy. The next part, not so much.

"Are you going to pick one, Dean? Noah and Maryann are next!"

You flip the knife in your hand and raise it high above Joanna so you can bring it down to her chest. The Mark on Dean's arm tingles and starts to shine. The Mark wants Dean to stay alive. This isn't real. Wake up!

"This isn't real," he says. "You're not real."

He walks over to you, uses the knife you gave him, and stabs you in the chest. You gasp and drop the knife you're holding. He twists the knife inside you and you smirk just as blood pours out of your mouth.

"You've always been the smart one."

You mist away as does Joanna, and Dean is brought back to reality. He looks down to see him holding a knife with the pointed side directed at his heart. He immediately drops it and looks around for his brother. Dean immediately runs down to the basement and sees his brother leaning against the box with his wounded wrist still flowing with blood.

"Sam! Hey!" Dean kneels next to his brother and cups his cheeks. "Sammy, whatever you're seeing, is a trick. Okay? It's not real!"

"Dean?" Sam mutters.

"Yeah." Sam collapses in his arms but Dean isn't going to let him die. He slaps him twice in the face. "No! Wake up!"

"Get away from me!" Sam pushes Dean away and tries to stab him with the knife in his hands. Dean easily overpowers him and snatches the knife away. "No, don't! Don't! It's the only way. It needs legacy blood. Enough to take a life."

Dean sets the knife down and wraps Sam's wrist with a cloth he found on the ground.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't have to come from just one legacy, does it?" Dean pushes his brother away and slices his own wrist. "If it needs more blood, it can have mine."

"Oh, well," Rowena sighs and mists away, showing Sam that she was a hallucination as well.

Moments later, the gears stop turning and the box opens. Dean opens the box to see a book bound with ropes inside. The codex. Sam rests inside the car with the book while Dean destroys the box with a mallet he found inside Suzie's house. He comes out with a smirk on his face.

"Overkill, don't you think? I mean, we broke the spell. The box is just a box."

Dean opens the trunk and puts the mallet inside.

"Well, now it's scrap metal. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Are you road-ready?"

"I'll be fine."

"That says something, doesn't it? Werther splits us up in there. Within an hour, we're both on the brink of death. Are you going to give that to Rowena?"

"I have to. She's the only one who can read the book."

"You know she'll backstab you, right?"

"I got a plan for that."

When Dean and Sam get back to Lebanon, Dean takes Sam to an abandoned church near the Bunker. Rowena agreed to meet up once she knew Sam got the codex. She foolishly walks into the church even though she sees Dean waiting for Sam in the car. The codex is lying on the table and she gasps when she sees it.

"Oh, you've got it. Oh!"

She opens the book and looks through the pages delicately.

"Is it enough to translate the book and find a cure for the Mark?"

"Aye," she grins.

"Good."

Sam whips out iron chains and shackles one on her wrist. She gasps when Sam places another one on her other wrist.

"What the hell is this?"

"Insurance. Comfortable?"

"We had an agreement, Samuel."

"The agreement stands. You will decrypt the Book of the Damned and find me a cure for my brother and his wife. That is all you will get from the book. I'll burn the book, and then I'll kill Crowley. Until then..."

"I'm your slave?" Sam grabs a long chain that he put on a pillar in the middle of the room and locks it to Rowena's cuffs so she can't go anywhere. He holds up a key with a smirk before heading to the front door. "You can't—you can't just leave me here.

"You want out? Hurry up. Get to work."

Rowena screams in frustration but Sam ignores her. He gets back to the car and sees a worried look on Dean's face.

"We're needed."

He shows him his phone which has a text from you.

Meet me at Dave's Bar.

They don't know what will happen if they refuse you so they go anyway in hopes you'll play nice. It's been over a week since they've seen you. You can't have been on your best behavior. When they arrive, you're in a booth in the very back. The place isn't that busy but it does have people scattered about, none of whom are anywhere near your booth.

"I thought you weren't going to come."

"You called."

"That's what I like about you Winchesters. So obedient," you smirk.

"What do you want?" Sam asks.

"I know all about your little trip today. Found the codex, I see. I also know you still have the book. I can feel it pulling me closer." Dean opens his mouth to respond but you wave him off. "Haven't you known by now? You can't hide things from me. I have eyes everywhere."

Sam and Dean look at each other in thought. You don't know that Dean has your soul in him. You'd have a field day with that one. You don't know where your kids are. You don't know Dean has your magic. All things that they're keeping a tight lid on. You have no reason to suspect them which is why you're not digging.

"Now. I made myself perfectly clear at that cabin, did I not?"

"I need you to know," Dean leans in close from across the booth, "that I won't give up no matter what you say or do."

"The thing is, Dean, I am done talking about this. Clearly, words have no effect on you, and I've been a bad girl not making good on my threats. I've been nice which is more than what you two deserve."

"You can go searching for the book all you want but you're not going to find it. You don't have power here this time."

"Dean," Sam says but he shrugs his brother off.

"No, I'm done. You are my wife, Y/N. I will never stop trying to fix you."

"Are you sure about that?" you smirk. "There's gonna be consequences you're not gonna like."

"Yes."

A very young waitress walks over with a coffee pot in hand and looks at your empty cup.

"Do you need another refill?"

"Sure, thanks," you say. "What a pretty necklace you have."

"Oh, thank you," the waitress blushes.

"Oh, no, it's tangled. Let me fix that for you."

You get up and stand behind the waitress who looks a bit uncomfortable but doesn't say anything. You fix her necklace before grabbing her waist hard. You put your hand on her back and use your magic to sever her spine at the bottom. She gasps in pain and leans against your body for support.

"Paralyzed from the waist down," You send another burst of magic into her, killing her instantly, "and dead." You let her drop to the floor, not caring if anyone saw you. Sam and Dean look over the table at the young woman with wide eyes. "Like I said, Dean, consequences. That's the first body you're responsible for. If you keep looking for the cure, there will be a second, a tenth, and a one hundredth. I am more than happy to leave a trail of bodies up and down the coast starting with the people you love. It's your choice."

You step over the woman and leave the bar. Sam and Dean look at each other with worried eyes. It's not a question of when you'll strike next... it's who.

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester angst #spn #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural angst #supernatural series rewrite #supernatural season 10

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sparkiekong · 6 months ago

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Wake Up Little Suzie 4/6

Later in the evening, Kali stood in the shadows of a house near Catherine’s new place. She watched quietly as Tynas, and his lackey woman went into her home. Probably going to rat on me, bitch. She watched three young people come up and go into the home as the others left. “Fucking slut…” She smashed her hand against the pavement leaving a good sized dent in the ground.

A whisper on the wind, “Such a hussy.” Kali turned her head toward the noise, but again no one was there. Kali watched Catherine’s home for a few more minutes, imagining Cat doing all sorts of sordid things with the young people who had entered. She felt ill, her wife… doing all sorts of filthy things with young people even! It was debaucherous adultery and wrong! She cut through the park and headed towards her old home.

There were too many eyes to do anything tonight. She needed to recalculate her plans. No matter how hard she tried, the latest law firm wouldn’t be intimidated like the others. Catherine wouldn’t speak with her or take her calls. She had to make her see reason, but how? She wondered.

#sims 4 #ksu #sims 4 story #tac #crossover #helenofsimblr #ts4 story #ts4 #the axiom conclusion #violence #stalking #psychotic #psychotic behaviors

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micia-posts-stuff · 6 months ago

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Shadows House raws spoilers

All the new squads seem so interesting!

I want to see Oscar driving Patrick crazy. I want to learn more about Danny, he seems like the tsundere type, it should be fun. And of course Gilbert!!! Regardless of what he did his goals were noble, so I want to see how he interacts with someone like Patrick wich has more peaceful methods of doing things.

Elizabeth and Loretta being in the relief team should be fun, since we'll probably have to explore Evelyn's character a bit more, I hope we get to see the relief team operating.

I want to see Suzie and Suzanna being team leaders. I feel like this is the perfect way for Suzie to break out of brain-washing, by activating her big-sis mode (although I guess not for Candy ahah) and Suzanna is gonna have fun with the new girls crazy soot powers.

Since Jhon is now alone in his team with William and Henry, maybe we'll finally get to know more about them, it's crazy that we still know nothing about the teammates of two main characters.

And of course last, but definitely not least team 10! First mix-gender team and super packed with interesting characters! Benjamin as a team leader of both Barbara and Louise??? Absolutely perfect! He seems super attached to Barbara, but he also seem to open up to Louise the most, so he should have a nice development, learn to communicate more etc. Barbara being there is also interesting, we haven't seen her interact with either Louise nor the Belles, so I wonder what it will come from that. And who knows also what will happen to Louise after that happened, especially now that Anthony will pretend to be Christopher and she doesn't exactly have the best experiences about Christopher. Also having in her team Barbara, that supports him unconditionally, is gonna have some consequences I feel. An interesting note: all the characters in team 10, except for Barbara, have a mental soot power, idk what that means, but I'm always hungry for some quality mental soot power content, since it's the the type that is least utilized.

All of this to say ANTHONY PLEASE DON'T RUIN THIS FOR US, GO AWAY PLEASE, LET ME ENJOY THE DIFFERENT DYNAMICS WITHOUT A MORTAL THREAT FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!

Idk what Barbara put in the coffee but I'm worried.

#shadows house #shadows house spoilers

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betterbesttvshowbracket · 1 year ago

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current shows in each bracket so far (no particular order yet):

ask box and submissions open! all categories are up for debate. If you can make the case for moving a sitcom to cult classic or a misc. show to prestige, I'm open to hearing everyone out!

When each category has 32 shows locked in, I will seed them based on an average between viewership and ratings and open up the polls <3

CULT CATEGORY

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

X- Files

Columbo

MASH

Twin Peaks

Supernatural

Riverdale

Pushing Daisies

Firefly

Freaks and Geeks

Doctor Who (both)

Star Trek (original series)

Avatar the Last Airbender

Over the Garden Wall

Futurama

House MD

Sherlock

Dark Shadows

Hannibal

Fringe

Lost

Gilmore Girls

Roswell (og)

Skins UK

Midnight Gospel

Adventure Time

Angel

Eastbound and Down

Merlin

Twilight Zone

Dark

Charmed

Battlestar Galactica

"PRESTIGE" CATEGORY

Dirk Gently's

The Getdown

Succession

The Bear

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Chernobyl

Game of Thrones

Boardwalk Empire

Atlanta

The Wire

Black Mirror

The Great

Big Little Lies

Justified

Mad Men

Yellowjackets

Interview with the Vampire

Black Sails

Fleabag

Yellowstone

Westworld

The Handmaid's Tale

Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Foundation

The Borgias

West Wing

True Detective

Deadwood

Mr. Robot

Band of Brothers

Fargo

Sopranos

Bojack

Boondocks

Downtown Abbey

Mind Hunter

I Hate Suzie

The Last of Us

Barry

White Lotus

Watchmen

Orange is the New Black

The Crown

Ozark

Narcos

Maniac

Undone

The Missing

Leverage

Six Feet Under

SITCOM CATEGORY

Seinfeld

Girlfriends

Bob's Burgers

Archer

The Good Place

Arrested Development

The Simpsons

The Office

Parks and Rec

30 Rock

Sex in the City

New Girl

Psych

Elementary

Abott Elementary

Community

Letterkenny

Modern Family

Scrubs

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Derry Girls

Blackish

Our Flag Means Death

Miracle Workers

What We Do in the Shadows

King of the Hill

Man Seeking Woman

Full House

Trailer Park Boys

Friends

Ted Lasso

Wilfred

That 70s Show

Girls

Broad City

Veep

Curb your Enthusiasm

Flight of the Concords

IT Crowd

Monk

Shameless

Documentary Now

Better Off Ted

Weeds

OTHER CATEGORY

The Vampire Diaries

Pretty Little Liars

Grey's Anatomy

Stranger Things

Smallville

One Tree Hill

You

Criminal Minds

Gotham

The Flash

Legends of Tomorrow

The Mandalorian

Daredevil

The Umbrella Academy

Legion

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Blacklist

The 100

Midnight Mass

Haunting of Bly Manor

How to Get Away with Murder

Gossip Girl (og)

The OC

Young Pope

Haunting of Hill House

Euphoria

Walking Dead

Peaky Blinders

Vikings

Supergirl

Dawson's Creek

Bunheads

The Society

Prison Break

True Blood

Normal People

American Horror Story

Squid Games

Dexter

The Boys

Queen's Gambit

The OA

Spinning Out

#better best tv show bracket #bcs #iwtv #riverdale #spn #supernatural #marvel #breaking bad #pushing daisies #psych #house #btvs #succession #the bear #etc

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steddiebang · 1 year ago

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How Will You Have Me | Mature | 84k

Author: @house-of-chant Artist: @mcdadarts Artist: milkychai Beta reader: aurorasnights

Steve’s quiet life as a gardener at Ravka’s sprawling Great Palace is disrupted when Robin is forced to reveal her sun-summoning abilities and he finds himself lying to Kas, leader of the magical Grisha, to make sure the two of them stay together as Robin is moved to the nearby Little Palace to train her powers.Steve, though, has bigger problems. He is soon sucked into a thorny knot of hidden feuds and simmering internal discontent; he begins to suffer from increasingly unpleasant nightmares about the deadly Shadow Fold, a monster-filled curtain of darkness that Robin, and perhaps only Robin, may be able to destroy, if she first increases her power with three supernatural amplifiers; and Kas clearly doesn’t like him.And okay, Steve can deal with that. Kas is only one guy. One guy who holds Steve and Robin’s lives in his hands, yeah. One, unfairly handsome, oddly enchanting, undeniably attractive guy. But he can’t keep Steve from Robin. Whether it’s escorting a pack of children on a death mission to rescue a defector from a seemingly impenetrable fortress, foiling a kidnapper, or plotting to cross the Shadow Fold under Kas’ nose, he’ll do whatever it takes to stay with Robin … even if it kills him.

Fic l Art (to come)

Pairings: Steddie, (secondary) Rovickie, (background) Jancy & Dustin/Suzie, (extremely minor) Creelarke Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Jason Carver, Wayne Munson, Patrick McKinney, Fred Benson, Lucas Sinclair, Heather Holloway, Gareth (Stranger Things), Will Byers, Martin Brenner, Vickie (Stranger Things) Tags: grishaverse au, Shadow and Bone AU, Fantasy, Drama, Significant Age Difference, Power Imbalance, Protective Steve Harrington, Siblings Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, War, waaaaay too much worldbuilding, (you and that one manager at work you hate) to lovers, Jurda Parem (Six of Crows), entirely too much thinking about death and dying Trigger Warnings: This fic deals with difficult themes including war, state-sanctioned use of child soldiers, forced drug use, intense in-universe anti-magic bigotry, and suicide. There are graphic depictions of violence throughout, and there is a power differential in the main ship. Threat, physical and on one occasion overtly sexual (I will warn again at the start of the two chapters to which this warning applies).

#steddiebang23 #steddiebang23 masterposts

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squidyyy23 · 2 years ago

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galladrabbles: shadow, buttercup, & moody 👻

three-in-one @galladrabbles this week thanks to @suzy-queued! and what better way to make it extra deena-ified than to throw them in a haunted house? 😉

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Place has too many fucking shadows. Too many corners. Too much hidden.

Mickey wasn’t gonna pussy outta the haunted house. Ain’t a little bitch. But he hadn’t known how triggering it’d be. How it’d make his palms sweat. Fists clench. Neck snap at every noise. Every lurking figure.

“Buck up, buttercup.” Lip slaps his back.

Mickey flips him off. Ian glares. Drop it or else.

“Geeze, moody much?” mumbled under Lip’s breath.

After that, Ian stays close. Enters rooms first. Checks behind doors. Reassures without hovering. Because he knows—is the only one who truly knows—just how scary ghosts can be.

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#i did not originally intend to use all three words but it worked out? cool.#galladrabbles #squid words 🦑

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oldestenemy · 1 year ago

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Three weeks after Darkmoor, the wizard has thrown themself fully back into the rebuild efforts in Dragonspyre. In all honesty there is not much building left to be done. Regina has done her work thouroughly and spectacularly, the school halls have been revitalized, the central commons area is free of obsidian and sulfur, student housing is very nearly complete.

So the wizard is doing rounds for other necessities. Creating a teleport hub like the one in the Basilica, with direct transport to the library, the Drake hatching nest, and the Great Spire. The Spire portal is mostly to keep a continued eye on the sleeping Dragon Titan, but once or twice they’ve seen the death students vanish through it for hours at a time. They don’t ask. They don’t really need to.

“You seem tired, my friend.” Sometimes the ghosts are too perceptive for their own good.

“I’m fine, Balthazar.” The wizard replies, robotic and empty as they flip through the recipe sheets in their hands. “There’s just a lot to be done.”

“I am sure, but rest is important for those of us who still rely on a physical body. The feat you and your friends have achieved is monumental, do not do it a disservice with your exhaustion.”

They huff softly in response, “The credit should go to the rest of the Ravenwood students rather than me. I was away for most of it.” A pause, folding the recipes and tucking them away. “Thank you for these, I was missing a few.”

“Of course, my friend.”

It’s not just the ghosts of course.

Every now and then people will stop them, send them away, tell them to rest when they notice that the wizard has been up and around for more than a few days at a time. Malorn and Penny most often and hardest to brush off, but others too, Ceren, Suzie, even Nolan stopped them once to say they should at least sit down a while.

They don’t mention that there are other reasons for their near constant wakefulness. It’s not just the need to escape being alone with their thoughts. No, though that is a constant, their main concern is that since returning from Darkmoor—

Nobody has seen Duncan Grimwater.

The other students share their concern (as best they can without knowing the whole story) the death students and the Gryphonbane’s in particular. They have brought this to the attention of any power that seems reasonable to bring it to, all the professors are aware, Sergent Muldoon was kind enough to notify the city guard that he was missing, they even went back to speak with the street heads, Lady Oriel, Prince Alicane, General Akilles, gods they even trounced Prince Gobblestone again just to ask the King.

Nobody has seen nor heard from Duncan.

And they cannot seem to get Headmaster Ambrose to care.

The conversation with him is steel seething through their mind. Still leeching anger and frustration out. He is probably in mourning. I am sure he will turn up soon. Best to focus on your own studies.

Every week they return to Wizard City—courtesy of Baldur and his ship (which, with some help from the Wizard and Regina, has been reinforced to withstand the sweltering heat of the Dragonspyre skies). Every week they make the rounds to check in. Every week there is no news.

They think about Duncan, alone after the final death of his professor and mentor, alone and newly touched by Shadow. They think about the Eclipse Tower. About the Hive and the Pit. They hope Duncan is smart enough not to push those powers, hopes seeing what happened to them was enough to scare him away from it. But they don’t really believe that’s true.

Maybe he’s better at figuring things out alone than they are.

Regardless.

Weeks pass.

No news.

The restoration the the Dragonspyre Academy of Magic is reaching completion.

The trees all have faces, young but speaking.

Phyll the Life Tree is the most talkative, the others tire quickly still. Sabrina assured everyone that this would change as the trees matured. Ashley seems happy to have company that isn’t Corpus. And Corpus, to his credit, seems in slightly better spirits.

“We have three empty school buildings left,” Regina says to the group now sitting in what was once—and is again—the Dean’s office. “I think it might be nice to institute a proper Balance classroom, since as of now, the only one is in Krokotopia.”

The group here consists of the wizard, Suzie, Ceren, Penny, and Marla.

“If you two—” Regina nods to Ceren and the wizard, “—can put together a planter box that will host a sapling from Niles, and maybe talk to Alhazared about potential curricula—”

It’s a little funny, the wizard thinks.

All of them students still—though young adults—part of Ravenwood, putting together an academy that does not belong to them.

Or maybe at this point, it does.

Suzie has already volunteered to be the Duelmaster for the academy, and Marla heads monstrology research along with assisting Milos at the library.

It’s become a sort of unspoken understanding.

That all of them want the Academy to be open again, to be an option for magical learning that extends open arms to the whole Spiral.

It’s nice.

Having a goal that isn’t world ending.

“One of the extra buildings,” the wizard says softly, eyes on their hands where they clasp atop the table. “I’d like to have a place for the Astral Schools here—they’re considered a lost art to so many, I think…I think it would be nice if they could be taught again, alongside everything else.”

“I’d love to learn Moon magic!” Marla pipes up instantly, “Sorry, I’ve been waiting for a good time to ask you about it—summoning creatures is one thing but becoming them is a whole other level of study and—” she stops, smiling a little sheepishly. “—Anyways, I think that’s a great idea.”

The rest of the group agrees, and so one of the remaining buildings will be adorned in the Astral School’s symbols.

And maybe, the wizard thinks, when things have settled, they might just have the makings of a future.

Read the whole series here <3

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizzy fandom #wiz101 #wizard101 fanfic #wizard101 fanfiction #wizard101 fandom #w101 #i have a writeblr for this but shh #what's this? a non-heartwrenching scion fic?#stevie is still stuck in the spiral

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shadysadie · 2 years ago

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Prediction for Watching and Dreaming

I’m not going to kid myself into thinking I can predict how The Owl House will end, honestly, I have no idea how everything will end up. But I am pretty confident that Luz is going to get impaled some how, probably by Belos.

I’m not the only person to notice this foreshadowing, not by a long shot, but I am genuinely surprised that more people aren’t talking about it. Considering how much of the shows major events are hinted at in the literal shadows, I can not believe that this silhouette is an accident. And yes, I know this is the shadow of her baseball bat, but there are an infinite amount of ways she could have carried that bat that would have made more sense that wouldn’t have cast this shadow. Remember, in animation every detail that is drawn is drawn for a reason.

Add to that the fact that the shadow of Belos towers over the shadow of Luz in spite of the fact that the height difference between Hunter and Luz is not that dramatic. Of course, Hunter is taller than Luz, and of course shadows are elongated, but the height difference still shouldn’t be this sever. So I think we can pretty safely conclude that while these shadows belong to Luz and the newly possessed Hunter, they are actually depicting a future scene between Luz and Belos.

Now, I don’t think Luz is going to die, but it’s not for the same reason I see a lot of people saying, “Disney wouldn’t kill a kid” Disney has killed kids in the past, Disney has killed a lot of kids in the past, I’m working on a master list of the ones I can remember growing up but a few notable mentions come from Suzy Q, Tarzan, Miracle in Lane 2, Hocus Pocus, So Weird, Boy Meets World, and most notably Bridge to Terabithia (does this list make me seem old as hell, yes, yes it does, but I digress) Disney has killed kids in the past and considering the Owl House has gotten away with showing stuff like flesh rotting off bone, and actually having red blood on the dagger hanging above Caleb’s head (seriously I have never seen red blood in a kid’s cartoon before, for sure not in connection with a fatal injury) I am not banking on “Disney wouldn’t kill a kid”. Because I do think a kid is going to die, I just don’t think it will be Luz.

Instead I think in the final battle, Belos is going to expose himself and try to attack the Collector, and Luz being the self-sacrificing little martyr-nugget that she is, is going to jump in front of them and take the blow herself. Everyone is going to absolutely lose it and just WRECK BELOS’S SHIT killing him all the way dead. Meanwhile Luz will be left dead or dying, surrounded by her friends and family. The Collector, touched by the fact she saved him, and seeing everyone’s grief will sacrifice himself to bring her back kind of like Flap sacrificed himself to save Hunter. With the Collector gone, the Isles will revert back to normal and all the puppets will become people again.

There have been multiple parallels drawn between Luz and the Collector through out the show from the color scheme, to the story arc, to the fact the Collector is basically Larping Luz’s life in FTF, though in my opinion the least subtle moment of connection is this shot from TtT

So I think it is inevitable that they are going to become integrally connected by the end of the series. While there are a lot of different ways that could happen, I think the Collector giving Luz his life-force would make the most sense.

But hey, that’s just my theory, what do y’all think?

#the owl house #toh #toh luz #toh theory #toh collector #watching and dreaming #watching and dreaming theory

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there-was-a-hole-here-itsgonenow · 2 years ago

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More notes on ‘Love at first sight’ for Mike + Numbers and color theory + ‘Father’(?) Henry

I wrote in a recent post that Mike is framed in center-focus when opening the van’s back door to Argyle and Eden, metaphorically cringing at ‘love at first sight’ while his heart/arrow pocket directly points at Will.

There’s a lot of focus on Mike in this shot additionally because he opened the door, with his hand remaining on the handle, thereby taking up vertical space while being in focus (thank you @bugsbenefit for that insight). He’s the only one framed like that. So he’s in center frame and taking up space; our eyes are automatically drawn to him (and Will; Jonathan and Suzie are more faded/shaded). And because we should be noticing Mike first, we should also be noticing his cringing expression, his pocket, and how close he and Will are standing together. It all highlights the contrast of what he (as well as everyone else who don’t look amused but Mike especially) is looking at.

All of this is greater highlighted from Argyle first making eye-contact with Eden, and it’s Mike and only Mike who follows Argyle’s gaze on her.

The grandfather clock popping in and out of frame to the side—

—looks like running out of time association with Mike; especially since Eden puts Cornelius, who shot Mike with the arrow the moment he opened the door to the Bingham house (I’ve seen a lot of interpretations for that scene—Mike death association, Cupid due to very specific color choices for the arrow and Cornelius’s accessories, a target on Mike, etc), in time out and threatens that if Cornelius “escapes,” she’ll “tell Father.” Maybe that’s indicative of something? If we correlate this with Mike, who would Mike be escaping from and what kind of authority is it? Naturally I think of Henry since he’s trying to bend the entire world to his ideal and control it. Ultimate, god-like authority—a twisted ‘Father’ over the world he’s trying to create (‘you are like papa’?). Plus, step on one of his tentacles/vines and Henry knows where you are. The Hive-mind itself. The time on the clock also reads 11:13. The following is just a thought bubble on those numbers: 14, biblically-speaking, is the number that represents a double measure of perfection. 7 is already perfect but 14 is a full completion. The clock’s hand is on 13, so it is nearly perfect. If you take 13 superstitiously (at least in Western, Christianity-linked superstition): unlucky.

11 I place, of course, for El. 13 but not 14 is beside 11, without the completion of 7+7 but nearly there. Without both fully, however, they’re teetering around death.

Then we get a close-up on the timer (The shadow of the timer’s pointer falls within the 7. There’s the perfect number)—

—and the next shot gives us Argyle up-front with Mike trailing very closely behind (with some odd, wary-like expression), completely in view, and we cut back to Eden before we see Will or Jonathan.

We also get a brief look at these curtains in the back of the open-door room to the side of Mike and Argyle, patterned with stripes of our primary red, blue and yellow paired with green under a long blue layer of fabric.

Further emphasis on Mike as a focal point in these scenes that point to El, Will, and his eventual getting together with Will? All three colors are there, showing their importance together, but it’s blue that stands out and green is included. The red curtains above Mike’s head also have a bright light shining through them. More transparency with El in the future?

Then while Argyle is awkwardly introducing himself, these are Mike’s expressions:

Not only was Mike intentionally framed in center-focus of the open back door of the van, but he was also very intentionally, solely framed behind Argyle having his ‘love at first sight’ moment. And he looks confused, scrunching up his face even (whereas Will looks annoyed).

Mike and El’s relationship takes a huge dive ‘you can’t come back from’ this season. Their relationship started on the notion of ‘love at first sight,’ and Mike fibs about this ‘love’ in his monologue. This season also heavily contrasts his relationships with El and Will. Will and Mike have a solid background to the beginning of their friendship and how they’ve grown together and know each other, whereas El and Mike do not, emphasizing choice vs “dumb luck.” Mike specifically gets a front-row view of Argyle ‘falling’ for Eden and being in the van with her because we the audience are supposed to not only connect Melvin to Argyle/Eden but realize Mike seriously doesn’t believe in love at first sight. He didn’t even approve of Lucas and Dustin being so into Max in s2, stating they didn’t even know her. And he later expresses to Will that being with El wasn’t fate or destiny. Take all of this and add it to Mike cringing at Argyle and Eden in the van and it’s obvious.

And of course Mike is in danger and needs to reach that metaphorical 14; what else is new?

#lots of thoughts #not all complete but lots of thoughts I have about the set #Mike does not believe in love at first sight #and that is highlighted #I started with love at first sight and other things came along #cornelius bingham #mike wheeler #byler #byler color theory #7+7gate #11 and 7 and 13 vs 14 #father/papa henry?#st set design #bingham house

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ROUND TWO CBW BRACKET!

unfunny commentary down below!

aaaaand welcome to the official announcement of the winners for the first round of the came back wrong showdown! i'm your host, the admin, and i'm here to announce the wins and the overall results of the poll so far!

following much debate about whether or not dokja came back wrong or he came back the same because he was Always wrong, jason todd takes the first lead with a very funny margin! congratulations to everyone who voted jason!

now, our next poll caused quite the stir everywhere, we've seen decent amounts of propaganda from both sides of rosamund and buffy supporters — but in the end, buffy came out victorious alongside the loud cheers and shouts of over a thousand votes in the whole poll!

and in a shocking turn of events, william wisp, the character with the second most submissions, fails to take the win against sydney sargent of camp here and there. that aside, we've heard that both franchises often land against each other in poll brackets, perhaps it's fate after all~

next up we have the character the host is totally not rooting for, mitsuba sousuke against leif from bug tales! [you know. as a person who has seen a bit of both franchises— Personal commentary is not allowed! Please disclose such information somewhere else, host!] anyway, with lots of propaganda from both sides, mitsuba comes out with the win for this one with 61.1% from an overall 627 votes!

now, here are two characters we've been told are the exact same person with only very minor differences. while we can swear putting them against one another was unintentional, shadow lands the funny number win against the macaque! congratulations!

and here is yet another stirring poll, with akane kurashiki and owen harper at each other's tails for supposedly the first few hours, akane steals the crown with a fair margin of 63.3% ! we congratulate all her supporters and wish owen luck in a possible reanimation round!

okay, we'll be honest. this one was... interesting. while link took an unfortunate loss against the prehistoric fauna, it's nice to see a margin that's closer than our usual. someone's already said it but they should really make link vs dinosaurs into the next game. anyway, congratulations, dinosaur truthers!

and here we have another funny little thing. frankenstein's monster, we repeat, the monster folks, wins against tsukasa yugi by a large ratio. while that in itself is hilarious, for those familiar with jshk as well as tsukasa's ties with mitsuba, who got a win, it's a bit funnier. or maybe that's just me

the following poll felt a bit quieter when it came to propaganda, but the results have come to light and gideon nav was pronounced the winner in round one! we wish everyone who voted well and for those who voted celica, i'd keep my eyes open for a possible reanimation round!

and again! with a small margin apart and an incredible amount of support, the battle between hikaru and rolan was neck in neck for quite some time (or so i'm told) — but following the polls' closing, hikaru emerges triumphant!

here we go with another 61/39 poll result! caleb wittebane of the owl house comes out on top in the poll overall, winning against suzie costello of torchwood from 657 votes!

im sorry for pointing out the funny number repeatedly, this is what it feels like to be inside my brain. anyway, with a 69.7% ratio, mollymauk tealeaf of critical role takes home the crown for the round against jack kennedy who i definitely did not mistake for the US president. congrats!

oh my~ the next poll yielded some outstanding results, with trisha elric emerging successfully against goro akechi! there's been calls for revival as well as claims on whether or not trisha qualifies, but the host maintains, congratulations and good luck to all 721 participating voters!

happy easter sunday to jennifer check and jennifer check specifically for winning against jesus christ on holy week in the died and came back wrong poll. are we going to have to explain this during the rapture though. christ alive (well. maybe not so much)

and here we have yet another win from a hedgehog! sorry. sonic is victorious against wei wuxian, even after much banter regarding when and how sonic died in the franchise. i swear i will remember to check the submissions later. anyway, congrats!

and on our last poll is danny the teenage ghost against kite the ... yeah. danny comes out with a win by 67%, though there still remains some argument on how danny's "death" actually works — his win is the real deal, so congratulations everyone!

and that concludes this segment, we hope you enjoyed because i literally made a bracket so i had an excuse to do things like these.

#cbr #bracket #tournament bracket #poll tournament #poll bracket

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The High Priestess, Lovers, Hermit, and Moon for Shadow and Suzie!

The High Priestess- When has trusting their instincts paid off for your character?

For Shadow, it was recognizing there was something off in her city with how the spirits suddenly became malicious out of nowhere. Normally in Poltervale, ghosts and the paranormal are very benevolent and widely respected by the citizens, with there having been many events created to celebrate and honor those who have passed but have not found the solace yet to move on. This was till the last several months at least, and the more current time with the high school being haunted and terrorized daily. Shadow is very used to ghosts, even having a few who occupy her family's house, and has never known any to cause problems or to cause problems without reason. So, trusting something was seriously wrong and teaming up with her friends to form a supernatural-hunting group has allowed her to figure out and solve a lot of the mysteries plaguing Poltervale.

For Suzie, it was trusting that the popular kids of her school were not good people and officially cutting ties with them. She is considered fairly popular at her school, mainly for her bubbly and sweetheart personality, but always felt some of the more snobbish popular kids take advantage of her kindness at times and look down on her closest friends, as they are not really popular themselves or fit in with the 'conventional' a-lister standards. With her tendency to be a bit of a people-pleaser to not lose the respect of others, she had been hesitant to fully break ties with them, as there was still a few she had good moments with. Ultimately though, her loyalty was for her closest friends, and fully moving on from the popular crowd allowed her to realized just how toxic and draining some of them were to her mental health.

The Lovers- Which of your character’s relationships has been the most positive? (Romantic or otherwise)

They generally have good relationships with all the people in their respective lives, but by far their best one is with each other. From the day they met as children, they knew they found their soulmate with each other. Even with their differences in personalities and interests, there was just something about the other that allowed for them to click so naturally together as a pair. Their bond has remained strong throughout the years and they are still each other's best friend, and even if it took them until their teenage years to develop or realize their romantic feelings for each other, no matter what they would always cherish the other closest in their hearts~

The Hermit- Write about a time your character did some soul searching. What did they find?

I don't think either has done any deep soul searching so far in their lives, but for Shadow, I would say it was her start into witchcraft. Both of her parents are witches, her mother being a divination witch and her father being a gray witch, with Shadow herself being an eclectic witch, and all-throughout her childhood witchcraft was always a big part of her life. Shadow's interest and work in witchcraft was inspired by her parents, who always encouraged their daughter to pursue whatever felt most natural to her in her magic and spirituality, with her working more from the spell book they past down to her, tarot reading, and some potion work as well. At first she was stuck as she did not know what area of witchcraft she wanted to practice most or what area she felt the most inclination towards, but eventually she found herself to be an eclectic witch, pulling from many different areas of magic and practices.

For Suzie, it was not so much soul searching, but her just trying to figure out her powers more. Since she work up with them randomly one day, and no one else in her family has them, she has always been unsure about having them. Especially with all the negative side effects like the blinding migraines, and how one time, they became too much for her to handle and she accidentally lashed out at the person closest to her. Since that one incident, she has done considerable training to have a better control over her powers, and though it still bothers her that she doesn't know how or why she got them, she has also done some training and research with others who have similar abilities. Though they still cause her uncertainty and she feels unfit to have them, she has learned to embrace them more and use them for her group's supernatural hunts, as they come in very handy there.

The Moon- When has your character’s path been unclear?

For Suzie, it would be when she woke up one day with her supernatural-sensing abilities. She woke up with the powers randomly one day, at first through a blinding migraine with the strong supernatural presence that was around her at the time. No one else in her family has the ability to her knowledge, and even through her research and experiments with it she has no idea why or how she came to have them. She has had them for many years now and has gotten used to them and all the side effects that come with them, and while she has come to terms with having them, she still doesn't know what it means for her to have them.

Honestly for Shadow, her after high school path is the most unclear. Unlike her girlfriend or some of her friends, she doesn't have any big ambitions in life. She does have goals and dreams she wishes to accomplish, sure, but nothing too major in the grand scheme of things. At the current moment, she is planning on just staying at home, working in her father's shop, while figuring out the other stuff on the side. She has been thinking about using her witchcraft to open up 'magic commissions' for clients, and she still enjoys writing and drawing, so she is trying to figure out the best way to go about and manage all of that.

#took me a while to think of these but they were a fun challenge to answer for!#thank you for asking!#laylaylamode #ask me stuff #these are still open btw!#major arcana asks #spooksverse #ocs

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