#sorry he looks so different i hate his hair....and his Armor... i need to get used to drawing him how he looks normal style

[ultbot]

keebo dump SO AWESOME!!!!!!

[unnerving-presence]

So uh, I heard u got relationship headcanons for the knight *slides my love and appreciation towards u* pretty please uwu

i love tarhos i think he should be kissed on his silly little head

not the best and i love this guy but my writing brain so bad lately i’m sorry :[

not proofread

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If you thought he was loyal toward his followers, you won’t believe how far he’d go for you. He would endlessly maim, torture and mutilate anyone who would dare touch a hair on your head. If you are loyal to him, he will repay that loyalty by tenfold.

Doesn’t mind if you like admiring him or his armor. He always liked standing out and would not complain if you complimented him or his armor. He sort of prefers the blood but won’t say anything if you decide to clean it off his armor. He appreciates the gesture, as it makes both him and his armor look that much more stunning.

Finds it slightly amusing if you worry over his wounds, bruises, and rashes across his body. He’s grown a tolerance to pain and while he does feel it, he tends to block that out for the most part. He understands why you would want to help him like you would want to help your fellow survivors but he often declines the offer and insists he is fine.

He is very open about the conversation of trials and how you should be treated. He lets you know that while he won’t treat you differently it will never mean that he or his guards hate you. He’s simply doing his job. For him, he knows you will come back and doesn’t have much of a problem sacrificing you. Though sometimes your screaming irks him a bit. He gets used to everybody else’s cries of pain, but never yours.

He always liked standing out, and he damn well will make sure he does to you. Oh, did you say something about his armor earlier? Well he just polished it, so compliment him again! You impressed by his size? You should be. He’s a damn giant compared to most killers. He’s not really subtle about wanting those aspects about him to be recognized.

Surprisingly a very passionate kisser. He’s likely never kissed anyone romantically in his life, so having the opportunity to learn and do so is a big thing for him. He has someone he cares for now. He can finally do all the things he’s secretly been wanting deep down and he won’t let it build up any longer. He’s no lovebird by any means but he’ll close to never pass up the chance to show you how much he loves you.

Quite passionate in everything he does, actually. He’ll possessively hold you close to him like a dragon protecting its treasures if you ever want to sleep on him. Again with the kissing, you can tell how badly he’s needed the feeling of someone’s lips on his. Even speaking to you about your value to him is full of every word in the book to describe you in a positive light. He uses all the horrible things he’s most known for and completely turns it around for you. He’s not the most vulnerable nor will he always be impressionable with his seemingly positive actions, but even the little ones have thought put into it, like he really wants to try for you. He’s never going to change his ways nor does he want to. But you won’t ever be treated like the other common scum in the realm. You aren’t like them, despite being in the same position as them. To him, you’re higher than that and you deserve to be treated as such.

[emoani]

n/a: sorry for the delay, but here we are with the third chapter

chapter three

A while has passed since you last saw the man in his armor. You no longer knew how to count how many days. In fact, I was already used to it when Vader went on missions. It wasn't like he could spend all day walking hand in hand with you, he had an empire to take care of.

And longing wasn't really the reason you were now walking through the ship's corridors looking for information. Well, not only that!

Vader didn't talk much about Darth Sidious, it's not like he needed to talk much. The reports were horrible and you hated him a lot, firstly for having forced your father to sell you to him as a slave (but Vader took pity and took you as his wife), and secondly because you knew how Sidious tortured your husband emotionally and physically. And now once again this appears to have happened. Vader was somewhere injured "learning a lesson".

- Can I help you, ma'am? - You hear the robotic voice of a droid and turn around.

- Yes, of course. Give me information about Lord Vader.

- What types of information exactly?

- Why isn't he here yet? - you asks a little impatiently. - Oh yeah. It seems that Lord Vader, because of his disobedience was severely punished.

Your heart hurts with worry, and your breathing becomes unregulated. Vader's health was already limited after Mustafar. These types of "lessons" could just take your husband away from you forever!

- Where is he? Is he really hurt? What did he do?

You ask everything at once, and you don't even notice that he is raising his voice and drawing the attention of everyone who passes by. The droid simply tells you to follow him. He takes you to a small meeting room. When the droid told you everything that had happened, you listened attentively, just nodding your head and repeating that you wanted to see him.

But the information given was that he, Vader, didn't want to see you. He still wasn't ready to let you stay by his side during such a sensitive moment. You tried to understand, but you still felt upset. Even more so because of the other information that was given to him. "He was in the company of a former servant of his late wife."

(...)

You sighed irritably, staring at your own reflection, combing your hair before going to the specific room for meals. You didn't like eating there, and preferred to eat in your room. It's not like it was very different from that huge, empty room where you ate most of the time alone. If you had to listen to someone from the Empire kissing your ass today... You could kill that person.

But it wasn't a stupid room that was making you angry, it was the fact that you knew who Vader spent the last few days with. Did you ask yourself: How similar were they? Does he have some kind of relationship with this woman? Was she a lover? Or were you the lover?

Now will you be exchanged for her? His thoughts were interrupted by the click of his bedroom door opening.

You didn't even realize it took so long for a droid to come get you. You liked that one in particular because he was more chatty and it wasn't like you could trust many humans!

- We're here, ma'am - he announces and opens the door. You thank him and enter that boring, white and undecorated room.

There was a lot of food on the table, which was a waste because you didn't have an appetite. Your stomach churned with emotions as you stopped thinking about that waste of food and looked at the room itself.

Then you saw it. The Sith himself, Darth Vader was sitting there in a chair on the other side of the table, motionless in all that armor.

- Hello wife - He greets you in his modulated voice, as if nothing had happened.

You continue standing in the same place, and you are shocked at how he could come and say just that after having left you so worried. So many tears you shed. This man is a...

- I can hear your thoughts, I wish I remembered - Vader says without any emotion.

- And I would appreciate it if you didn't - You answer him seriously and sit down, preferring to look at the table than at the man you were missing.

- I thought you would have a different reaction when you saw me - Vader observes after a while, as you remain silent.

He really must have been finding it strange, you were usually very happy when Vader showed up to accompany you to your meals. You thought the gesture was beautiful, because he couldn't literally eat with you, but he offered his company and you talked a lot during those moments. But not now, you couldn't understand your own emotions. You missed him every day, and now that he was there... you was upset! Why was he with that woman? That bitch ...

- ENOUGH - Vader slams his fist on the table, you close your eyes because of the noise - Never refer to any of Padmé's servants that way again!

- AND I ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO INVADE MY THOUGHTS! - You scream back, more hurt by it all.

Vader stands up and starts walking towards you, his breathing getting louder. You get up too and face him without fear.

- What's happening with you? Why are you acting like this? - He asks.

- I have the right to act like this when my husband almost dies and I discover that he was in the company of a woman from his past!

You don't give him any more opportunity to say anything. He just turns and leaves that room, leaving him alone and reflecting on his words.

You had lost your hunger.

[meggiejolly]

We Lived Through Scars This Time (Stranger Things - Steddie)

Word count: 2980 Warning: vague reference to suicide, no one attempts or considers suicide, but they talk about someone seeing Steve's scars round his neck and making assumptions and a rude comment Summary: Eddie has trouble coming to terms with his scars, so he calls Steve to help. “Harrington?” Steve answered after only a few rings. “Can you come over?” Eddie said without any preamble. “I need you to show me your scars.” “Eddie?” Eddie huffed annoyed. “Yes, sorry. Hi, how are you, this is Eddie. Now, can you come over?” Steve seemed to hesitate for a moment but then sighed. “Yeah, be right there,” he said and hung up. Eddie paced impatiently. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping to get out of comparing his scars to Steve’s but it had suddenly felt like something that could help. Steve had experience with all this Upside Down shit, it wasn’t his first injury.

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The last of Eddie's bandages had come off today and he was staring at the red and pink scars covering most of his torso in the bathroom mirror. He always told everyone that they were Metal as fuck and that he wasn’t bothered by them at all, but looking at them in the harsh bathroom light, he couldn’t quite believe himself. They felt so foreign, so violent and disfiguring. He felt like he didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. 

He traced the one that was crossing the first tattoo he had ever gotten. It had been a rather clumsy stick and poke done by a friend he had lost contact with a while ago. Luke had introduced him to same of his favorite bands and had been what Eddie tried to be to his little lost sheep in Hellfire, someone that showed him that it was ok to be different. That it was ok to let your freak flag fly and to use that as armor against bullies. 

The tattoo was a little blurry, it hadn’t been made under the best circumstances. Luke had maybe oversold his skill a little, they had been high and Eddie hadn’t really known how to properly take care of it while it was healing. It had gotten a little bit infected and compared to his other tattoos in really wasn’t much to look at, but it meant a lot to Eddie and now it was marred by the memory of demobats ripping at his skin and almost killing him. 

Eddie sighed and pulled on a plain black shirt. Too many of his favorite band shirts had been destroyed with the old Munson trailer and he hadn’t had the chance to replace most of them yet. He had survived the whole ordeal, but sometimes it felt like maybe his past, or possibly even part of his personality hadn’t. 

The shirt covered a lot of his scars, the new leather jacket the Party had bought him as a present when he was finally released from the hospital covered most of the rest, but the scar on his face couldn’t be covered by clothes. When his hair fell just so, it wasn't visible, but as soon as he moved too much or pushed his hair out of his face, it was the most striking feature on his face. Everyone said it would fade over time, but right now it was big and red and Eddie hated it. 

He turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. When he saw the phone hanging on the wall, he had a sudden idea and grabbed it, dialing a number that had ingrained itself in his brain without him wanting it to. 

“Harrington?” Steve answered after only a few rings. 

“Can you come over?” Eddie said without any preamble. “I need you to show me your scars.” 

“Eddie?”

Eddie huffed annoyed. “Yes, sorry. Hi, how are you, this is Eddie. Now, can you come over?”

Steve seemed to hesitate for a moment but then sighed. “Yeah, be right there,” he said and hung up. 

Eddie paced impatiently. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping to get out of comparing his scars to Steve’s but it had suddenly felt like something that could help. Steve had experience with all this Upside Down shit, it wasn’t his first injury. 

There had been that one woman at the hospital when Steve had accompanied Eddie on a walk through the halls to get his strength back up. She had noticed the fresh scar around Steve's neck and made a really rude comment about how he was too young and good looking to do something like that. Eddie had felt Steve tense up for a second and had been trying to come up with something to say when Steve had said something about "well, at least the seatbelt did it's job, could have been worse" and laughed it off. 

Maybe he could help Eddie to figure out how to laugh off his own scars. 

Steve arrived surprisingly quickly, usually it took him longer to get here. Maybe he finally took a page out of Eddie’s driving book. 

Eddie’s pacing had taken him to the front door just as Steve knocked, so Eddie ripped the door open almost the instant the knock was finished, startling Steve. 

“Jesus dude, calm down. What’s wrong?” 

Eddie shrugged. “Sorry, just… out of sorts today I guess.” 

Steve stepped past him into the trailer and closed the door. “Yeah?” 

Eddie sighed deeply. “The last bandages came off today.”

“Hey congrats, that’s great progress man.” 

Eddie didn’t really know what to say to that, so instead he focused on the fact that they were still standing by the door. 

“You want something to drink or something? I’m a bad host, having you stand by the door.” 

Steve raised an eyebrow at him but accepted his stalling. “Yeah sure, you got soda or something? I gotta take Max to PT later.” 

Eddie nodded, gestured vaguely at the couch for Steve to sit down and went to get two cans of coke for them out of the fridge. 

By the time he came back, Steve wasn’t sitting on the couch, instead he stood in the middle of the living room. Shirtless. 

Eddie almost dropped the soda cans. 

“What the fuck Harrington?!” He spluttered. 

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[localfanbaselurker]

First time watching Voltron: Legendary Defender and documenting my thoughts

This is Season 4

S1-2 | S3 | S5 | S6 | S7 | S8 |

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<this one is going to be shorter, as I have only recently finished this season, and the grief is still fresh (lol), so the thoughts are only just starting to simmer. strap your asses in>

Pre-Season 4 Thoughts

-> Keith joining the blades is going to be a huge plot device, I feel

-> PLEASE for the love of CHRIST let that poor little girl find her brother and father. If they are dead dreamworks better be ready to catch these hands

->I’ve heard people claim this is the “last good season”, but i stay strong 💪 and will watch till the end

->wouldn’t the paladin switch not make sense now? Cus shiro is back as the black paladin and it makes no sense for Lance to be red like it originally had? If anything, he should’ve gone back to blue, and Allura to red, because Allura is very accepting/encouraging of shiro’s role as leader. I guess they didn’t wanna do it all over again. But I digress 🤷‍♀️

->im gonna miss my Pookie (🤍❤️🤍)

Post-S4

->do they do this every two seasons?? Have an epic battle where they have a big preparation and say it’ll 100% end the war but it doesn’t and something crazy happens after they win and it sets up the next season??

->FUCK YEAH PIDGE GOT HER BROTHER BACK IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP 💪💪🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

->^genuinely cried so hard during this scene. would’ve cried more if I wasn’t recovering from the initial shock.

->^cried during this one too, but it was happy tears. I could actually just do a whole reaction post to this episode alone. (if you want me to js say so in the rbs/replies)

->the callback to s1! “color-coded of course, because what are we? animals?” AHHH! I’m going insane I love these siblings sooooo much

->okay I’ll stop gushing over them now

->^only valid reaction to meeting Allura. Homegirl is beauty incarnate

->I LIED. im not sorry im never shutting up about them. SHE SHOWS HIM AROUND THE CASTLE AND TELLS HIM EVERYTHING AND EVERY DETAIL AND SHES SO EXCITED CUS SHE JUST GOT HER BRO BACK AND IS JUST RAMBLING ABOUT HER NEW HOME AND ALL THE COOL STUFF SHES BEEN DOING AND HES JUST LISTENING AND IS SUPER EXCITED WITH HER AND ITS SOOOO AMAZING AND ADORABLE AND I COULD DIE

->AND THEN HE TELLS HER HOW THEIR DAD WOULD BE SO PROUD IM DYING IM LITERALLY DEAD STOP.

->AND AND AND THEY WERE ALL WORKING TOGETHER W HUNK TO MAKE THE GALRA TRACKER THING AND THEY WERE BEING SO COOL WITH EACH OTHER AND BEING NERDS TOGETHER AND AND AND AJEUWNDUWJEBEURBDGWUDKAODHD

->okay. ive calmed down. i am normal and can be trusted to simply watch a show.

->^Get his ass, Zarkon. I needed his smug ass to be humbled so bad. Only time I will agree w Zarkon fr.

->i do NOT like Lotor. Can you guys tell already??

->THE SCENE WHERE THEY TRIED TO GET MILKSHAKES AND WERE SHOCKED TO FIND OUT THAT YOU NEED TO MILK A COW STOP.✋ 😭. My high-score on the giggle-meter went up by 300%

->bro I SWEAR shiro looks different. there’s just something about him. the hair gets a pass cus how good of a haircut can you give yourself in space, yk? but that nose scar is definitely a different shade #notmyrodrickshiro

->THE VOLTRON SHOW.

->^Just. That entire episode. It’s getting a whole post actually I need to yap about it.

->^her armor is colored in a way which makes it look both pink and red while making it look like a trick of the light in a way to symbolize that she is acting as keith yet while being a paladin herself and that being unknown in the public eye and showing how they have to cover that up, any suspicion being thrown as a trick of the light. Oh vld animators ily ����

->on another note tho why do they always draw lance and shiro to have 30 pounds of ass. what.

->loved when those lesbians decided to take down lotor. Queen shit 💋 we stan 🙇‍♀️🙏

->Lotor is so stupid and pathetic and annoyingly smug and sus and admiral-zhao-y and I hate him but he’s SOOO FREAKING HOT and I can’t hate him completely because he’s so attractive but that just makes me wanna hate him more. He’s a walking red flag but the flag is heart-shaped and honestly idk what to do w that.

->^WHAT. stop. honestly that’s the real reason he was banned from the empire my ass would not want that fucking FREAK within a 30 light year radius of me either

-> while s3 was the klance season, s4 is apparently the allurance season, they have a lot of sweet moments. (granted all started by lance but still, you can almost see allura swooning)

->^pookie. what are you doing… pookie.. no. stop. i don’t like where this is going…

->^POOKIE NO. STOP. ✋ STOP. SAY SIKE RN.

->^oh thank fuck for Lotor.

->^^wait what. why Lotor.

->^^^heartbreaking: worst person you know doesn’t something good for once.

->he definitely wants something out of this. I don’t trust him.

These are thoughts I’ve had compiled for some time now. I will continue to post my thoughts on the tag “laura’s first vld”

I finished this season on 06/30/24. I am on S5E3 as of today (07/06/24)

[borom1r]

1-25 choose violence ask game ❤️

ALL OF THEM?????? you’re so real for this ty snfnsnbfns. doing LotR bc of course I am

1. the character everyone gets wrong

PIPPIN I HATE TO SAY IT BUT PIPPIN. all those incorrect quote polls that have been posted where pippin keeps fucking winning YALL REALIZE HES AN ACTUAL CHARACTER RIGHT?? with like depth?? and bonds?? and a personality. yall realize that right?????? right??? ik we all love 2 joke but he would not say half of those things

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

ok I personally enjoy both for Boromir BUT if he IS topping. he is a service top. I will die on this hill

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I block ppl for these takes so no screenshots but everyone who thinks Boromir is a villain. if you think Boromir is a villain I will key your car.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

there is one singular straw and it is bad Boromir takes in the Boromir tag

5. worst discord server and why

I don’t join fandom discord servers bc I love myself too much for that 💗

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

ummm idk? most of my lotr mutuals have different ships from me and it’s all chill. but tbf I’m very selective abt who I interact with now lmao.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

no one yet thank fuck.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Aragorn/Arwen isn’t actually romantic sorry I think it’s fucked up actually. the vibes are off there for SURE

9. worst part of canon

FARAMIR’S “yeah I’m gonna take you from your home and tame you. haha wdym. you don’t need a blade during times of peace.” SHTICK WITH ÉOWYN IN THE BOOKS. UNPACK YOUR BIASES YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!!!!!!

10. worst part of fanon

HM. I will stick with “people who horrifically misinterpret Boromir’s character”

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

at the moment I only have rings of power blocked but I’ve had that blocked since it came out bc if I look at the armor in that show I will commit crimes.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

MOVIE!FARAMIR MY SPECIALEST LITTLE GUY OOOOOOOOOO MOVIE!FARAMIR I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU he’s so handsome and special and I love him and you WILL all look at him and clap and cheer. it makes me insane that his temptation by the ring mirror’s Boromir’s and he’s actually fucking normal abt the Rohirrim AND I just love him very much :)

13. worst blorboficiation

ummm idk… maybe Frodo

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

HMMM exposing myself but I basically only read Aragorn/Boromir fics lmao + since we’re Choosing Violence the most annoying thing is Boromir just being A Brute. like damn I love the surface level reading of the text maybe try engaging with it above a 1st grade analysis next time 💗

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

hmmmmm idk cuz again I don’t interact w a lot of fanartists so there’s nothing like. annoying. all th ✨motifs✨ I do see r very fun + I like them :)

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ummm for Serious, portraying Pippin as Stupid. for Silly, uhhhh Trans Faramir is so real to me I completely forgot cis people both 1) exist in the real world and 2) probably interpret Fara as cis too. i don’t get it :(

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

trans Faramir 🩵💗🤍

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

HM idk. trans Faramir again. also bc I love it, utilizing Old Norse culture for the Rohirrim teehee

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

OK IM MAD THAT FINNISH BOROMIR IS JUST ME. THATS ME. THATS AN OUTFIT I WEAR REGULARLY MINUS THE LONG HAIR. I DRESS LIKE THAT TO BUY GROCERIES. i love him for that tho. I’m also mad that MtG Boromir’s stupid pointy muttonchops have grown on me. freak behavior, keeping his facial hair trimmed in those stupid little points

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I’m fighting for my life reading the histories rn 😑 I find them very dry for the most part

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

idk? I think there is an appropriate level of hype. but idk if Rings of Power had a lot of hype. if it did, then Rings of Power is my answer

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

idk if it’s IGNORED necessarily but the fact that Boromir carries a Rohirric shield in the films does actually genuinely make me insane 💞 I love that sm

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

UNWILLINGLY?????? idk?? ummmm I think it’s all fine for the most part I’m just A Fag so I don’t write het ships. it’s like a moral thing. Éowyn/Faramir gets a pass conceptually bc they’re T4T to me tho

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

idkkkkkkk I don’t engage w discourse bc I want this fandom to remain pleasanttttt

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

again idk.. I block on sight if I see a Bad Take + then I erase it from my memory so I can continue to live in a beautiful blissful world where I. forgor abt cis people ☺️

[maryhadalittlehobby]

No liveblog for the first episode so have this little recap/review.

E1 "What can the damned say to the damned"

E2"Do you know what it means to be loved by Death"-livebog

Off the bat these light hearted smooth Jazz had me like huh? oh this gonna be different huh?

What is the significance of them perching on this statue. It looks like its of Pegasus-the winged horse in greek mythology but it also looks like it has another part to it. Now in one myth he was born from the blood of a beheaded woman!! Forshadowing?

I could listen to Louis speak in his Nola accent ALL DAY. Jacob love you are killing it. HospiTAL

Another interesting thing-he is losing his French after only 5+ years?Something something about distancing himself from Lestat

Also I hope that Staten Island reference was a nod to our other favorite vamps who live in Staten Island

my girl is a thief lol

"You tell me what it is to be a woman and Ill tell you what it is to be a woman " Ok COOK Claudia

Gauche!! our first looks and words from our coven!

Loumand keep repeating that they have been together 77 years . We get it babes. Daniel feels that way too. And the slight to Lestat-thats FORTY SEVEN more than he spent with him. So proud of that lol

THEY ARE DAMN NEAR SITTING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER!

Claudia and Louis really were damn baby birds. How the hell did they not sense these vampires stalking them in the open a few feet away lol

Louis little neck tie I cant!

Is that how you sell yourself yourself 🤝🏾A lie I told myself about myself

"Yeah" I like how both Louis and Armand later mimic Eric's voice saying it

"I don't know what I need- Maybe a new brain in my head" omg can they stop!! I do not want this!

My Louis is happy. Or at least not sad. And it looks good on him!

Claudia and Madeline's first interaction Its funny how its so antagonistic

I love how Claudia has PURPOSELY chosen to butcher the French accent. We see she can master languages and accents easily from their time in easter Europe. Another FU to Lestat. He would hate it lol

Why is Louis sooooo loopy in Dubai lol Is it the Sun? Is he fighting off the dead sleep? Something is up. Our young friends

I was a rougher thing🤝🏾 I was and armored thing

WHERE are the BRAVE MEN I WAS PROMISED?!

This background blur perspective bro. Something is WRONG is this Armand fucking with us too

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT (for amand at least) Im sick Louis looks scared shitless lol

I LOVE that lavender dress especially without the caplet

SANTIBABY has arrived and I'm sat! That monologue! it rivals Jacobs confession booth!

I have a mighty need to cosplay him Im sorry

Louis looking lovingly at Claudia as she enjoys the theatre mirroring Louis lovingly looking at Lestat as he enjoyed the Opera. Kill me now

Louis thinking WHY DO YOU DO THIS SANTIAGO?

Eglee being a astrology girly is so funny

Daniel KILLED me with his telenovella spiel

Vermouth and annihilation. Vermouth is said to tastes light, florally and even medicinal. Annihilation means complete destruction so aka Lestat tastes nasty lol. I wonder if Louis would agree. We cut from them quickly so...

Louis being surprised by Armand's tirst with the father and son!

I want to lick these two. We got to stay away from Estelle if we can😂

She felt their lust!oh man what was she feeling when Louis and Lestat were NM

Roget said :or maybe Lestat is sleeping" Does he know he is a vampire?! Has that knowlege been passed down through generations?

My Louis. I'm already in pieces

Sam bodied that letter reading. I fucking teared up.

But why the Brad Pit Blowout . He got his hair did in pugatorty and we can tell

LesDot de Lioncoouuurrr Ok sir we get it.

"Lestat Lestat Lestat" Daniel too?! Lol

Danny can dish it but he can't take but alsoLouis please! Leave my grandpa alone

I love how the trailers really tricked us into thinking so much. I though the letter reading scene was a revisit of the Ms Lily threesome scene. I thought the after math scene was Danny somehow driving as wedge between Loumand but it was just Louis being pissed/upset at Daniel for making a joke of his pain. And i know so many others thought the same. We really don't know shit!

Amand is Alice truthers IDK but I think Armand was there. How was could he know what Alice was thinking

Louis falling asleep might as well be him calling Santiago a buffoon lol Persona non grata- a person not favored or welcomed.

And nooo I didn't get the bottom of the Beret look for Claudia correct for my cosplay. We didn't have a full shot so I took a guess. Oh well. She is wearing dark pants for her bottoms. I wonder why she is in pants? Have they become more fashionable/acceptable for women to wear in the 40's ? Or is she rebelling against the fashion of the time?

The way I was squirming and squeeling when we first saw this estate scene at nycc 2023. I was like" am I a loumand girlie now??" I can't deny they look good together and have amazing chemistry

Another goddam beheading reference. What is this 4 now?!

My Dear American friend you are a horrible liar lol That little switch in Amands demeaner with DONT. Chills!

Louis please don't start pretending to fit in and like what these fiends are doing babes. He was so happy at the start of the episide but we leave him with a conflicted fake smile😞

This episode was WILD!I'm obsessed with the visual choices, the music choices, the jokes with the juxposition of these deeply dramatic moments. How is this all in one episode?! How did it not feel rushed with so much happening. It was brillant and has moved up to my 2nd favorite episode between both parts. I could never have predicted this tonal change. This is the best show around. I am cladia at the theatre- wide eyed and clapping furiously. Brava! Bravo!

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Gungrave live reactions

for the entire series CW: sexism(?), racism(?), vulgar language, I am a 36 year old man who did not censor my thoughts as I was watching it. This took a little over a month and is just a compilation of discord messages I sent

gotta say the opening scene of the first ep is great I wish his name wasn't "Brandon Heat" though I'm sorry but that's a lame name Especially for an anime ok his anime name is "Beyond the Grave" Glad we got that established

I'm about 2/3 through the first ep and this is definitely a 90s anime 😂 (not that there's anything wrong with that)

gungrave ep 2 They named the black kid kenny I will be very surprised if kenny doesn't die this ep

someone died in ep2 It was not kenny I am genuinely shocked here's to ep3

kenny has finally died But so did a lot of other people RIP Kenny

It's going a lot harder (emotionally) than I was expecting, given the first ep I'm just starting ep4 now

so far my biggest problem with gungrave is that brandon seems like a mute character but he talks sometimes But the times he talks make no sense, they're not really that important So the whole decision to not talk a lot seems super awkward instead

yeah edgy teen show is definitely ep 1 and not any ep after that (so far) (I'm only on ep 4)

another thing that bugs me is all the pans are weirdly fast but the mute/not actually thing brandon does bugs me way more than the pans

ep6 I like harry more than brandon didn't anticipate that

oh god the audio delay on this ep is horrible I hope it's just this one ep and not the rest of them

ep11 of gungrave bold strategy, cotton.gif let's see if it pays off it only worked out because of plot armor

ep12 of gungrave Brandon got a hair cut and looks like a real yakuza now

… I hate it

gungrave ep14 normally I don't care about fictitious relationships or how problematic they are but maria has convinced herself she loves her grandfather, who raised her, because brandon broke up with her and orchestrated a perfect moment And now she's pregnant by her grandfather and like this is scummy in so many different ways but mostly I just feel kinda 😩 about what it says about maria's intelligence in fact all the women in this series (actually now that I think about it, there is literally ONLY TWO) are just really fucking dumb

ep14 has some real beautiful compositional symbolism (unsure if that's the accurate term) Harry wears white and brandon wears black harry is in the shadow and brandon isn't harry tries to get brandon to betray the family and of course brandon won't. He goes to shoot harry. But doesn't and starts crying the gun lands precisely in the middle. Implying brandon's thinking about it? Or maybe it's just for symmetry. idk

this scene really slaps you over the head with symbolism. I don't care. I'm a fan

damn this show took a fucking turn

oh good just in time for Harry's break down ep15 is where the grey haired brandon comes in!

Maria is the dumbest bitch ever "I just found out brandon is alive! Oh I didn't see him myself. An aide of mine said they talked to him" Maria: Cries from happiness "Oh just knowing he's alive is enough!" bitch please supernatural stuff isn't known in this canon do you just believe everything you're told? wtf This is some pregnancy psychosis shit

damn you think Harry went crazy with power but he really went crazy with power

damn what's in this suitcase that makes it weigh so much ep18 brandon finally comes out of a coma

ep18 is where ep1 left off

while watching gungrave I had some fever memory recollection of an anime called Heat Guy J So I looked it up It seems to be a combination of robocop and minority report?? Also it has a werewolf apparently

ep22 of gungrave I think I can fit this in before I need to leave this is totally gonna end with mika, who is like 17, dating brandon/grave if it doesn't, I'm gonna be surprised so all three women in this show will get with dramatically older guys and also be stupid idiots

hm ok brandon/grave only has 10 days of life left unless they magically come up with a different way to make him live so there's 2 eps to figure that out and/or have sex we'll seeeeeeeeeee oh, 4 eps actually Whatever anyway I'm out for a few hours to the family function

gonna attempt to finish gungrave I'm starting ep 23 of 26 gonna play them at 1.5x normal speed good mika (16ish) professes her love for grave (40+, died once) and grave is like "I'll be your guardian and protect you but that's all" Good We don't need yet another pedo relationship in this anime

ep24 "promise me you won't die before me" the girl who married a guy 30 years her senior says 🙄 oh I guess this was foreshadowing She got shot and died

grave is literally falling apart like bad pottery ep25

lmao harry, the guy who has no issues murdering literally anybody, swerved to avoid a cat in the road

the crash from the cat was so bad his whole life flashed before his eyes. This ep was a huge flashback oh grave's hair is white instead of grey now I guess because he's almost dead… again ep26 Last one

it's over they killed eachother

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Probably the saddest think I have ever writen, but so much fun!

Another "A.D.S" post, but two different sections.

Content warning: injury, death, greiving, breaking the news to family(Malon and the twins)

“Time!” The man’s descendant was at his side, turning him over and pulling him up into a sitting position. The golden armor was riddled with gashes, chips and blood splatter. Time's skin was covered in blood, some his own and of others.

Wars landed on the other side of the eldest hero, pulling off his helmet. “Damn it, Time. You were supposed to retire from this kind of thing.” He unwrapped the scarf from his neck, shoving it into the gut wound that steadily pumped blood. A single, solid slash from a sword went from one side to the other.

Time groaned with the sudden pressure. “I had… for a couple of years. Needed to help-” He went into a coughing fit, grabbing at his ribs that were more than likely broken. Sweat mixed with blood clung to his skin and dripped off his bangs while taking in everyone’s faces. “All of you look s-so grown up now. No longer just boys too young for a sword.” His chin quivered slightly. “I am so sorry.” He sucked in an uneven breath, trying to hold it all in.

Wild sat on his knees beside Twi, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“If only that were true Cub.” He laid his head back as the emotions came full force, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. His head came back forward, “I was a stupid kid playing with the gift of time travel, not understanding it f-fully. If I would have known the consequences, I would have done things differently. Legend, you wouldn’t have needed to pick up where I left off 'nd see your Grandmother mourn me. Wind, you wouldn’t have needed to collect the shattered pieces of the Triforce, save your sister and kill a man at such a young age. H-Hyrule, you wouldn’t have to worry about a world that is hunting you down just for your blood. Warriors-” He gave a pained chuckle, “You wouldn’t have had to deal with a complete brat and blame yourself for a war that you didn’t start or have control over.”

“Oh, so now you fess up to being a brat.” Wars teased with a softer tone than normal.

“I’ve had plenty of time to look back on it.” His jaw tightened, skin getting paler by the minuet. “Cub, you wouldn’t have lost everything, including your memories… y-your life. I am a regret-filled man. I am about to leave Malon without a husband and to continue raising two children that are only thirteen. I wont get to see them grow and have children of their own. See Malon’s hair turn gray and I leave them with only a headstone that my body won’t even be buried under.” He grunted a few colorful curses as his adrenaline wore off, that the boys in front of him would normally tease him over.

He cupped the back of Twilight’s neck, bringing their foreheads together. “But my greatest regret, the one that cuts my heart the deepest, is knowing that somewhere down the line I have a descendent that leaves their son, a helpless babe, in the forest alone. They leave you, Pup, and I am sorry beyond what words could ever try to express.”

Twilight pulled away enough to look into the man’s two bright blue eyes. “How did you find out?”

Time smirked. “I asked Rusl before he figured out who I was in relation to you. I do not, though, regret my soul staying here to protect you as a golden wolf until Rusl and Uli find you or that I get to train you. I just hate that you have to be trained at all.” There was one last thing that Time needed to say to him. “I wish you would have crushed the crystal or had Hylia do it for you. I hate what it does to you.”

Twi gave a look of pure confusion.

Time pulled a thin leather cord from around his neck that held Twilight’s Horse Call. “I know what happens to you, I won’t say how or what, but I wish I could turn back time and keep the crystal out of you.”

Lost for words, Twilight hugged the man that he saw as a father more than the one that raised him. Time kissed the side of Twi's head, pained to say goodbye.

Dametrius turned his head when he caught sight of Wars looking away, still pressing on the fatal wound, trying to be strong. Time saw it too. “Cap?”

Warriors need to be the strong one, crumbled when Time loosely grabbed his arm. “It’s not supposed to be like this." It was only a small whisper. "This isn't right! My little brother isn't supposed to die before me, not supposed to die in a time of war. Sprite, you aren't supposed to die before me!" His shoulders shook before he laughed. "You were supposed to get old and fat to where you couldn't fit in this armor."

The break in the tension was needed.

Wars voice dropped. "You already gave too much, too much life to be the world's savior again. Too much to die like this, here."

How Time was able to smile and it reach his eyes, was a mystery to the younger men. To Dametrius, he knew where they were, what the forest meant. "I'm home, Cap. This is where I was raised and this is where I belong."

"Hey!" The high pitched voice of a fairy startled the heroes. "Link!" The little, sassy, fairy landed on Time's hand.

"Hello Navi." Time brought her to his face to mimic a hug.

Like with Four's passing, the Cardinal, Sky, was back. He landed on the stump Time was propped up against.

Two mice appeared and climbed up Legends tunic to sit on his shoulders. One had off-white fur, blue-ish eyes and a single strip of green fur along its back. The other mouse was gray, ruby red eyes and a purple stripe running down its back. Legend stroked both mice under their chins to greet them. "Good to see you again Four, Shadow."

The mice squeaked back.

Time was struggling to keep his eyes open, his head kept wanting to fall forward. "G-give this to Malon, to give to Zelda for me. She will know what to do with it." He laid the Ocarina in his lap for it to be taken. "Dametrius, the mask…" He coughed violently, each breath was a fight to draw in.

The deity shook his head. "I know, Time. I'll take care of it."

"Thank you." The Hero of Time's eyes fell closed one last time, never to open again. He pitched to his left side, landing against his big brother's chest.

Navi's blue light dimmed, flickered then vanished as her body was still tucked into one of Time's hands.

"Time?" The Captain tentatively rocked the deceased man's shoulders. His eyes grew wide with horror, realization settling in. "Time? Hey, stay with us, come on." He tapped Time's rapidly cooling cheek to get him to wake. "Mask, I need you to- I- no… NO!!" He clutched his brother to his chest, fingers gripping the bulky armor to the point that they were about to bleed.

After nearly twenty minutes, Legend placed Four and Shadow in Hyrule's hands, stood and went to Warriors back. He tugged on his shoulders to get him to let go. Wars shoved him off, but the Vet didn't relent. He pulled at Wars more firmly until the fight left the other.

Warriors abandoned his little brother to Twilight's care, folding in on himself against Legend's front. Wars was holding in a scream, neck and face turning beet red, veins popping, fist against his head.

"Let it out, breath." Legend encouraged as his own emotions dripped down his face.

Twilight took the Ocarina from Time's hands and gave it to Wild to put in his slate. Wild also took Warriors, now purple, scarf to also place it in the slate. It would be clean for the Cap when he takes it back out.

Twilight pulled Time's body upright, placed his forehead against the other's temple and silently broke, streams of tears flooded from his eyes. It was the kind of break that showed acceptance and understanding, though the pain was still there.

Without warning they watched Twilight stand and hastily move to a nearby tree, emptying anything that was in his stomach.

Dametrius's nose caught the smell of blood with the bile that was expelled from the Rancher. Anyone else wouldn't catch it due to the already iron and copper scent floating around them. He grew worried for the wolf hero. Maybe Time really did know something about Twi's condition, but it was too late to ask that.

Wild made his way to Twi, handing him a waterskin and helping him sit.

Hyrule still held the two mice spirits, comforting them and himself. Wind laid his head on Hyrule's shoulder, the brown and green tunic in his grip. The Cardinal joined them.

Dametrius was not unaffected by Time's passing. In fact, he was in pain physically again. The second Time died, the bond between them was severed and it made the deity feel like a knife cut away part of his soul. Like there was a rope holding them together, but it was just spit in two and he was free-falling into the unknown.

He took the helmet that laid on the ground into his hands, cleaning it off. He spoke with a low voice laced with anguish. "From Asti." A kiss to the cheek and he placed the helmet back on Time.

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Dametrius summoned another portal. “Boys, we have one more thing to do. We need to get moving.” One by one they went through the red and blue portal. Dametrius was the last to go through, looking back at the scene. No longer was Time’s spirit of his child self, but the Hero’s Shade sitting on the stump. Waiting. Waiting for Twilight to be born and to find him in Faron Forest.

Dametrius was greeted by two young children. Time and Malon’s children. The two were talking to the remaining heroes, asking about their adventures and saying that their Pa should be home soon.

“Papa Fierce!” The twins both shouted and collided into him for a warm welcome.

“Boys?” Malon had walked onto the porch, dish towel in hand, the normal spring in her step. Their heads turned towards her voice. Twilight was the first to step towards her. “Where is… Link?”

“Malon.” Twilight was now ten steps away.

“No, no, n-no. No he can’t- he can’t be.”

“Malon, I’m so sorry.” Twilight offered his hand to her when she took a step and placed a hand over her mouth.

“It’s not true. He can’t be, Twilight, he just can’t-” She knew it was true. She was caught in Twi’s arms when her knees began to give out and he held her to his chest as she wept.

Tael let go of his sister’s hand to stand next to his mother. He looked exactly like Time, only with strawberry blonde hair. “Ma, what’s wrong? Where is Pa at?”

Malon gathered herself for her son’s sake. She knelt down and took both of his hands, looking up at him. She still had grievous tears streaking down and off her rosy cheeks. She cleared her throat and tried to find the words. “Sweetie, Pa is… Pa isn’t coming home.”

“But- but he said he was coming back. He told us he would be home, that he would take us on the fishing trip tomorrow.” He started to step away.

“Tael-”

“No! He promised. He promised and he lied!” The teen sprinted away towards the barn, leaving his mother in a disarray of emotions.

Tatl, who had been near Dametrius when all was said, turned and buried herself into his chest. He kept gentle, protective arms around her as she understood what was said.

From the barn came Epona and her rider, Tael, headed in the direction of the battle. He had a sword and shield strapped to his back, spurring Epona on. “Tael, No!!” Malon hollered for her son to stop.

“Wars!” Dametrius shouted.

Warriors raced to get in the way on Epona. He waved his arms as she nearly ran over him, rearing up on her hind legs. The boy on her back slid from her back and took off running. Warriors was faster. He grabbed the boy, jerking him back to him to secure him in his arms.

“Let go! Let go of me! He promised! H-he promised he would be here! Pa, you promised! PAAAA!!” His voice broke and he went hoarse, still trying to scream for his father to come back home.

None of the heroes or Dametrius had the heart to leave that day. The following morning, Dametrius did the one thing Time asked of him, get rid of the mask. Just as he had told Time that first night they landed in Wild’s era, his daughter dumped the chest locked with magic holding the Fierce Deity Mask into Lake Hylia to be lost to the world until Freya discovers it.

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Black Magic - Chapter 5: It Begins

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“Greetings gentlemen,” a voice said, capturing Goku and Vegeta’s attention. The two looked to see that it was the thin youth with spiky dark hair. “Sorry, this may seem like a strange question, but are the two of you Saiyans?” Both blinked in surprise. “Yeah, how’d you know that?” Goku asked, but Vegeta was able to fill him in quickly. “Well Kakarot, it obviously means that there were Saiyans in his universe as well.” 

The phrasing made the youth raise a brow. “What do you mean ‘were’? There still are, and I should know, I’m a Saiyan myself!” This came off as a great shock to the two older males. 

“You’re kidding me!”

“You’re a Saiyan too?!”

“Sure am! The name’s Cabba.” 

Now that both Goku and Vegeta got a proper look at him, the youth called ‘Cabba’ actually looked similar to a Saiyan, with his dark hair and black eyes anyway. However, they noticed one key difference: he had no tail. “Hey, where’s your tail? Did you cut it off or did someone else do it?” The question, however, served to continue to confuse the dark haired young man. “A tail? What are you talking about? We don’t have those anymore. We lost them over time as we evolved.” 

“What? But-”

“Hold on,” Vegeta said, interrupting his rival. He took a good look at the Cabba’s attire: it consisted of a blue bodysuit with a purple undersuit, silver armor chest plating with yellow straps, brown armbands, a brown belt, and purple boots with grey soles. “These clothes look familiar. The Saiyans in our universe used to dress that way in the old days, back before Frieza enslaved us.” 

“Frieza? Who’s he?” Cabba asked. “I’m afraid I don’t know him.” 

“?” Vegeta looked over at the Arcosian that was part of the other team, confused as to how that was possible. The Saiyans and the Arcosians were mortal enemies in their universe, was that not the same here? Getting even more curious, Vegeta decided to ask the youth more questions. 

“Alright then, tell me this, what’s the name of your Saiyans’ home planet?” 

“Planet Sadla, of course.” 

“What?! Planet Sadla?” Vegeta nearly exclaimed, then lowered his voice to ask, “You’re telling me that in your universe it still exists?” “Yeah, why? Doesn’t it exist in yours?” Cabba questioned. “Unfortunately not.” Vegeta answered. “What we called our ‘birth world’ was destroyed in a brutal civil war. After its decimation, we conquered another planet and named it ‘Planet Vegeta’.” 

“What. . . .? Conquered, what are you talking about?” Cabba asked, practically flabbergasted. “You took it from another civilization?” “Oh come on, don’t tell me that you have a problem with that,” Vegeta scoffed. “Aren’t your Saiyans a warrior race as well?” “Well yeah, we’re warriors, but we don’t take what doesn’t belong to us! Other races hire us to fight injustice, not create it ourselves!” Cabba explained.

“Wow, your Saiyans sound like nice people!” Goku commented. “Like, it’s almost funny how-” “Pardon me, gentlemen,” a feminine voice interrupted. The three Saiyans looked to see that it was Vados, who looked rather perturbed. “I hate to interrupt, but we do have a written exam to get to.” 

As they went to go join the other fighters for the written exam, Vegeta looked over at Cabba and said, “If we have time, I’d like to hear more about your Planet Sadla.” “!” Cabba looked troubled by this, as if he feared that Vegeta planned to pay their planet a not so friendly visit. Vegeta picked up on this quickly. “There’s no need to be so worried. We may have been conquerors in the past, but we’re not anymore.” he assured him, bringing a relieved smile to the young Saiyan’s face. “I’m glad to hear it.” “Of course, I should also let you know that I don’t plan on showing any mercy once we’re in the ring.” Vegeta added. 

“Oh yeah? Well that’s good, ‘cause I don’t plan to either.” 

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Brier and the others watched from their seats as the participants of the tournament took the written exam. Some finished faster than others, such as Vegeta, Piccolo, Monaka, Cabba, the purple skinned alien, and the Arcosian. But others such as Goku, Buu, the robot, and the bear, were struggling to finish in time before the timer Vados had set up rang. Brier felt pity towards the others who hadn't finished and looked like they were having a difficult time. It reminded her of how her daughter Rosa used to struggle with her academics in her youth.

While her fellow deities were chatting amongst themselves, Brier’s familiar Kero noticed her expression, which was a mixture of sympathy and nostalgia. “Is something the matter, my lady?” he asked, his voice a hushed whisper. “It seems that they’re struggling with the exam, it reminds me of Rosa’s struggles, I guess.” Brier answered. Kero was surprised by this, making him respond with, “I suppose I can see why you’re so sympathetic, my lady. . . .but you do remember that the questions are supposed to be rather simple, right? This exam doesn’t involve showing off your physical prowess, complex mathematics, or even memorizing complicated spells. This is just to make sure that they all have basic levels of intelligence. If Lady Rosa were to take the test, she’d be the first to finish.” He even tapped into their mental link and added, ‘And I’m certain that she wouldn’t have to read out loud in order to think, unlike Whis’s little student right there.’  

‘Kero! Don’t be so rude about Son Goku!’  

“Just saying, my lady.” he said out loud. “Sometimes I worry that your compassion will-” 

“What are you two talking about?” Beerus asked, sitting down next to his wife on her left. This captured the attention of Whis, Shin, Elder Kai, Kibito, Blanc, and Rosa. “Also, did I hear one of you talking about me?” Rosa questioned, peeking her head around Whis’s shoulder, with her little familiar Cedar perched on top of her head. “We were just. . . .talking about the past.” Brier answered and left it at that. There was no need for them to know about this rather ridiculous conversation anyway.

When the timer rang, Goku and the others had called for both Brier, Beerus, and Whis to come speak with them. The three deities were confused, naturally, but they left their seats and went to the mortals to talk. “Hey uh, Lord Beerus? Can I talk to you for a sec?” Goku asked, who seemed rather nervous. “I suppose.” Beerus responded. He left Brier’s side and walked to the orange clad Saiyan, who proceeded to whisper something in Beerus’s left ear. 

“. . . .WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE DOWN TO FOUR?!” Beerus shouted, rage and exasperation evident on his feline face. “We haven’t even started fighting yet!” Shocked by the news, Brier looked to Goku and asked, “Son Goku, what happened?” “I’m sorry, but we couldn’t do anything about it!” Goku said, and went on to explain. “Buu fell asleep mid-test, and once that happens, there’s no waking him up! Trust me, we’ve gone through this before!”

“I told you he wasn’t a good choice for our team, but you wouldn’t listen, would you?” Vegeta said, also annoyed by the turn events. 

“Hey don’t blame me; you’re the one who suggested the stupid test in the first place!” 

Before things could get more heated, Beerus interrupted the two. “That’s enough! Since we can’t do anything about it, then that means you’re responsible for an extra opponent now!” “Lord Beerus, may I have your attention?” Whis asked, causing the destroyer to look at his attendant. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid there’s no time for that as we have to decide the order of our contestants now.” Whis explained. “He’s right, dear.” Brier added. “Besides, I believe that finding another fighter won’t work given the timing. I’m afraid that we’re just going to have to work with what we have.” 

Beerus groaned at this, and after a second to calm himself, the deity embraced his wife and rested his head on her right shoulder. Brier let out a sigh. He’d only do this in public if he was stressed or touch-starved. It was obvious the reason for why he was doing this now. “. . . .fine. If that’s the case, then Monaka can fight last. And I don’t care who goes first, so use rock-paper-scissors to decide or whatever.” Beerus told them as he, Brier, and Whis went to their seats as Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo did what Beerus suggested. 

As soon as the deities took their seats, Champa fired an energy blast at a big metallic gong to signal that the first battle was about to commence. 

On the stage of the arena, a light green skinned alien wearing a red and black bodysuit, the referee, decided to get things started with a boost of energy. “Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your patience!” he announced with a microphone in his right hand. “The Sixth and Seventh Universes Invitational, The Tournament of Destroyers, will now begin! So hold onto your hats, and get ready for the show! But first, we have a special guest with us here to sing the joint universal anthem!” 

This came as a surprise to Bulma and the others. What the heck was a ‘universal anthem’? And how long would it take? 

On the stage appeared an alien creature with purple and white skin, and who was also wearing a cute red bowtie, who seemed to have a bit of a resemblance to Earth’s penguins due to his beak and flipper-like appendages. In his right flipper, was a microphone of his own, and he brought it close to his pale yellow beak so he could sing the anthem. 

♪ It’s a big universe, and there’s two! ♪ 

And just like that, the performance was over as the alien singer bowed to everyone in the audience. “That was beautiful, thank you.” the ref said, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. “And now, the first match will begin! Let’s see who we’ve got!” The ref then gestured to a board that was near the arena, which had pictures of the fighters from Beerus and Champa’s teams, all except Buu of course, who was still asleep at his desk. The board then began to pick the two fighters who’d go up first. 

“From the Sixth Universe. . . .Contestant Botamo! And representing Universe #7 we have. . . .Contestant Goku!” 

With the first two fighters revealed, Goku and Botamo both left their seats and walked to the arena. Both of them looked at each other with a smile that clearly showed they were excited for the opportunity to fight. 

Goku noticed Botamo’s sudden movement, making him think that this was going to be him attempting to begin the fight. But the big yellow bear was simply just jumping up and down, making the Saiyan believe that perhaps Botamo was doing some light stretches before the fighting actually began. Which made sense, so he decided to do some stretching as well. 

“Alright, the tournament is underway! Contestant Goku vs Contestant Botamo!” the ref announced. “Here in the early going, these two titans, no relation to the royals of Planet Gardenia of course, are taking a methodical approach, sizing each other up.” 

When Goku was done with his stretches, he was shocked to see that Botamo, despite his towering size, was rather nimble. He seemed to be able to jump high in the air with such ease that it made Goku wonder if he was lighter than he appeared to be. If so, he would need to make a note of that. Then, all of a sudden, as Botamo was descending back to the arena, he nearly fell on Goku, though the Saiyan was fortunate enough to get away in time. “God, that was close!’ Goku thought. Normally he would have dodged that with ease, but something made him feel a bit. . . .off today. Regardless, Goku thought back on what just happened with Botamo. Was that an accident? He thought so at first, until he saw the shit-eating grin on Botamo’s face. No, he did that on purpose. 

Botamo repeated this odd attack not once, but over ten times until he finally managed to hit Goku, nearly making the Saiyan fall over the edge of the ring. But he was quick to make sure that he regained his balance. ‘Whew! That was close,’ Goku thought as he let out a sigh. It wouldn’t do him any good to be eliminated this early in the tournament. 

“Watch out Goku, he’s right behind you!” a voice, Krillin’s, yelled out. 

“!” Goku immediately turned around to face his opponent, who was looking at him with the same grin as before. Though, strangely enough, Botamo wasn’t doing anything. ‘I don’t get it,’ Goku thought to himself. ‘Why isn’t he doing anything? I’m practically wide open.’ Botamo continued to just stand there and look at Goku, even going as far as to make a gesture for him to get closer. 

“Oh wow! It appears that Botamo is just egging him on!” the red declared. “Quite a cocky start from the Sixth Universe! Meanwhile, Goku’s style can best be compared to a scared little child! Why is the Seventh Universe so slow out of the gates?” Goku was annoyed at this. ‘A little harsh, isn’t he?’  

Meanwhile, the residents of the Sixth Universe weren’t that impressed with what was going on. They had expected the Saiyan to put up more of a fight. “Well, this is quite the start.” Vados mumbled. “Ha! This Goku fellow still has the same sluggish reflexes he showed on Beerus’s world!” Champa declared with glee. Camellia herself was a bit disappointed, her sister Brier had told her that the Saiyans training on Beerus’s planet were rather strong in combat, but now she wondered if her older sister was exaggerating a little. Though she didn’t think that was the case, since she wasn’t one to really lie. Perhaps this ‘Goku’ was a bit off his game today. The fighters sitting near the deities had their own thoughts on the matter, like Cabba. So far, he wasn’t impressed. ‘We may be all Saiyans, but it seems our universe has produced a version that is much stronger.’  

Back in the ring, Goku stood still as he listened to what Botamo had to say. “Man, oh man, Lord Champa told me that you were weak, but you’re even worse than I imagined. If you’re not going to give me a fight, you might as well tap out now, so I can get started on my nap.” 

However, Goku didn’t really care about that as he finally realized why it was that he felt off earlier. “. . . .I ate way too much barbeque at lunch.” was Goku’s response, which unsurprisingly, stunned everyone in attendance. It’s true that Goku did eat a rather abundant amount of grilled meat on the way here, but they assumed that it wouldn’t interfere with the tournament. He quickly did a couple of exercises, like squatting, continuing to confuse everyone. “Sorry everyone, I just gotta digest my lunch so I can get into the swing of things.” 

“Look, I don’t have all day, so here’s a little something to soothe your tum-tum.” Botamo said as he then fired a light green energy blast at Goku. The dark haired Saiyan did a backflip to avoid the blast, which itself hit the floor of the ring. ‘Oh wow, dodging those actually helped loosen things up,’ Goku thought, impressed that he now had more maneuverability. In a flash, Botamo continued to fire energy blasts at Goku, who then started to run in a complete circle around his opponent, occasionally having to jump up when the yellow bear decided to aim at his feat.

“Alright! I think I’m good now!” Goku announced. At this point Botamo didn’t care, so he lunged at Goku while he thought the Saiyan was distracted. But Goku saw the attempted attack, so he dodged and even punched the bear in his round stomach. “?!” Everyone from the Sixth Universe was surprised by this, with many of their reactions varying from person to person. Botamo tried to attack again, but Goku repeatedly dodged and punched him whenever he got close. “Oh wow! I never thought he’d be able to attack Sir Botamo this quickly!” Camellia said, in awe. “I agree, my lady,” Vados said. “To think that this mortal can move this fast without having divine blood flowing in his veins.” While Vados and Camellia continued to watch with a reignited interest, Champa was practically shell shocked. ‘How is this possible?! Was he this strong from the very beginning?’ he wondered, basically sweating bullets. ‘But I shouldn’t be too worried. . . .after all, Botamo’s just getting started.’  

Just as Goku was about to knock Botamo out of the ring, the bear avoided Goku’s punch and after putting a good amount of distance between them, he looked at Goku with that grin that was getting on the Saiyan’s nerves. “That didn’t phase you, huh?” Goku questioned, though he had a hunch that Botamo wouldn’t answer. “Well then. . . .how about this?!” Goku powered up an energy blast and fired it at the bear. Botamo was hit, causing him to fly up in the air as a result. 

“Woah! That had to do it!” Krillin was heard shouting. 

But it in fact, didn’t. Botamo landed back into the safety of the ring without fail. Those from the Seventh Universe groaned at this. Was Botamo indestructible, or was he just extremely lucky? Goku wiped sweat from his brow as he analyzed his opponent. ‘This guy doesn’t take damage or lose any energy. What should I do?’ he wondered. But he couldn’t ponder for long, as Botamo went to attack him again.

While this was going on, Piccolo and Vegeta watched from their seats, both men getting worried that Goku’s struggles would get worse. “This is getting bad,” Piccolo said. “At this rate, Goku’s gonna just tire himself out.” “In terms of power, Kakarot is definitely stronger. But he has no chance of winning against an opponent he can’t inflict damage on.” Vegeta added. “What are you talking about? Goku will be fine.” Krillin said, having heard what the two aliens were discussing. “I mean, he hasn’t even gone Super Saiyan yet!” “Unfortunately, it seems like Super Saiyan may not be enough to inflict damage on this guy.” Vegeta told him, causing Krillin and others to look back at the fight with worry. 

“His only choice is bet everything on an all-out attack. The stakes are high though. . . .” 

“Hmph. . . .I didn’t expect Kakarot to use his power this early on.”

“Yeah, looks like he won’t be able to save any energy for the following battles.”

As Goku dodged the rest of Botamo’s attacks, an idea formed in his head. “I got it!” The dark haired Saiyan used all of his might and pushed Botamo over, making the bear fall flat on his back. “W-What? Why are you-” Ignoring the big yellow bear, Goku flipped Botamo so he was on his stomach, and as soon as he grabbed his ankles, began to drag the bear towards the edge of the ring. Realizing this, Botamo attempted to shoot energy blasts at the Saiyan, but Goku avoided even with his back turned. When they reached the edge, Goku quickly grabbed Botamo’s right arm and flung him off the stage. 

“!” 

“Ladies and gentlemen, that’s a ring-out victory! Contestant Goku of the Seventh Universe is moving on!” the ref announced. Everyone watching was stunned by the turn of events, but those from the Seventh Universe quickly cheered on the Saiyan, especially his wife and son Chi-Chi and Goten. As the mortals went on with giving Goku a congratulations, Brier decided to check in with her husband. “So love, are you feeling better now?” she asked. “Of course darling!” Beerus told her. “And I don’t care if it’s cheap-we’ll take the win! Way to go Saiyan!” 

After exiting the ring, and giving his family a quick hug, Goku went to join his teammates. Kero, who had gone to retrieve beverages from the food stalls, gave Goku a bottle of crisp water to drink, which the Saiyan appreciated. After almost finishing it, Goku went to go speak with Brier and Beers, but his attention was captured by one of the other contestants from the Sixth Universe.  As Brier’s sister Camellia was helping Botamo back to his seat and healing whatever injuries he had, Goku eyes landed on the contestant sitting next to the young Saiyan Cabba:

It was the tall, muscular, purple humanoid man in the purple-grey trench coat. Something about him made Goku think that he was possibly the Sixth Universe’s trump card. He didn’t know why he thought that, maybe he was wrong and it was someone else. Goku then noticed the purple man reach into a pocket of his and pull out a communication device of sorts. The purple man said something to Vados and Champa, what it was exactly, Goku wasn’t sure, but all he could assume was that maybe he was asking for permission to answer the call, since both deities nodded their heads and allowed the purple man to leave for a moment to answer it. ‘Weird. Wonder if it was something important.’

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[snow-blower]

I'm so curious about what Kaelith would think of my OC Rosalynn. (If she wouldnt like her/get along with her, i totally get it, she's a bit of an aquired taste lol)

Rosalynn comes from a lesser noble family, and she's got a seriously fucked up relationship with them. Her father was the lord, and she was his heir. But she made a huge mistake that directly resulted in her father being killed. So the rest of her family hates her and immediately conspired against her, found some loopholes to exploit, and shunted her way down the line of succession. Their all constantly looking for a way to have her killed or put her in a position where shes likely to die. (They sent her to join Jon's army at the battle of the bastards because they thought he's lose and the Boltons would kill her.)

Rosalynn is extremely blunt. She's not going to beat around the bush with anything. She has nothing to hide and she has no issue with confrontation. I can picture her in a room with Baelish while he's being all sleezy and sneaky and literally just blurting out "Ok, what the fuck are you doing?" (If anyone at the battle of the bastards tried to like praise her family's loyalty or thank them for their support, she would laugh in their face, "Oh, no, they think you're a lost cause. You can tell cause they sent me to hopefully die with you. Sorry.")

Rosalynn is also, and this is not an exageration, an adrenaline junky. If she goes more than a few days without a fight, she starts to get antsy. This leads to her sometimes being reckless. She's always wearing her armor (which has handpainted flower designs all over it and, if you ask her, she'll explain that each flower corresponds with a wound that she's sustained in battle) and she always has her hair in an intricate braided updo (to keep it out of her face in a fight. She also braids flowers into it a lot.) She somewhat makes up for being so eager to start fights by being very good with her sword. Plus she doesnt just fight for herself. If you threaten innocents, people she cares about, or anyone who can't fight for themselves, her sword is drawn in a matter of seconds.

She's hyper aware that her impulsiveness and abrasiveness can get her and others in trouble (well, shes aware now, after her dad's death), so she corrects that by identifying the person in the room with the most functional moral compus. That's the person who she decides to check in with before doing whatever reckless thing she thinks of, and heeds their advice, listens if they tell her not to. That person would 100% be Jon once shes gotten to know him a bit. Once he's King in the North, she formally swears him her sword like Brienne did to Sansa. She was also definitely one of the first people standing up to proclaim him King, because she wholeheartedly believed that the world needs more genuinely good people in charge.

Kaelith would be fairly wary and not overly fond of her, I think. Kaelith is a careful and calculating individual, being a Bolton and all. Recklessness is not something she would condone, I don't think.

I think with Rosalynn's backstory, Kaelith would pity her, pity the way her own family shunned her away. But her personality is vastly different.

I think between Jon and Kaelith, probably Sansa too, they'd try their best to keep Rosalynn out of trouble and from her reckless antics.

Maybe after a heartfelt conversation between the two, Kaelith would warm up to her. But being the Stark's protector, their guard dog, any recklessness that would in any way result in danger to the Starks, would have Rosalynn forced out of Winterfell.

Kaelith would feel for Rosalynn, truly. But I don't think Kaelith would be besties with her. However, if Rosalynn becomes friends with Jon, Sansa or Tormund, Kaelith would put up with her for their sake.

Kaelith would find her blunt words slightly amusing though. Especially any words directed at Baelish.

[randomhuman45]

Dannymay 2022- Day 9 Ghost King AU

"Sup dude? Uhhhhh, what's up with the, uhhhhh," Tucker said gesturing to the space just above his head.

"Look Danny I know we're the losers of the school, but this is a bit much." Sam adds in.

"Okay, okay, I know I know, but hear me out." Danny stammers to his defense.

"Oh, this better be good." Sam responds crossing her arms across her chest with an unamused look on her face.

"Okay so you know how Clockwork told me I had 'urgent duties to attend in the ghost zone'?"

"Yeah you kind called super frantic dude."

"Anyways, so exactly 1 year from yesterday I defeated the previous Ghost King, so as per the ancient tradition and law of the ghost zone, I was to be crowned the new king and ruler of the ghost zone and all ghosts."

"I'm sorry what?" Sam asked.

"Dude you mean to tell me my best friend is a King? Hey can you make me a lord or something? Oh, I know! You can make me a knight! Can I get cool armor and a sword? A sword would be so cool!"

"Shut up Tucker!" Sam retaliated. "Are you joking Danny? I swear you better not, this is a serious thing!"

"Trust me the rulers of different parts of the ghost zone were all there like Dora and Frostbite, plus Clockwork and the observants had to read from this giant ancient book and it was a whole thing."

"So you have the ring of rage and crown of fire now?"

"Yeah. And see that's the problem."

"Yeah no kidding."

"Danny you're a mess already with your powers. Adding more power to that is just going to be a mess!" Sam argued.

"Okay, wow. First of all, ow. Secondly, not what I was talking about. You see since my role as King wasn't challenged by any of the lower division royalty members in the zone, my royal ghost stuff cannot be taken off. So I'm stuck with the crown and ring on me 24/7!"

"Okay but why is the crown of rage a Burger King crown?" Tucker asked.

Danny just sighed and slumped down. "Look when I detransform I still can't take them off. But Hades explained that I can alter the way they look. Apparently it's how he alters how he looks to humans when he enters the living world. Anyways, a small simple silver ring and burger king crown were the best I could come up with. So, yeah. This is what I'm going to be wearing the rest of my life."

"Damn dude. You are so gonna get beat by Dash for that. Good luck."

"Well what else was I supposed to do?"

"Literally anything else. Danny, you can't take it off, meaning it can't fall off, you couldn't just make it so small people can't see it or small and dark enough to blend in with your hair?" Sam pointed out.

"You know I hate you right?"

"You're welcome. So, change it?"

"Uggg, I would if I could Sam. But I kinda need Hades' help. I basically had him do this for me cause I could NOT figure it out."

"Well like Tuck said, good luck with Dash."

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Bonus:

Phantom Chat Room

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Omg have you guys seen Phantoms' new look????? That fire crown is sooooooo hot!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥😫😫😫😫

Phantom_is_a_hero: I saw! It's so badass!!!💪💪💪💪💪

Phantom=Fenton: You guys have to be kidding me! Fenton comes to class with a crown on and now Phantom has a crown!!!! Are you blind!!!Clearly they are the same person!!!

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg I thought we blocked Wes, who keeps letting him in here?????

Phantom=Fenton: You do know my dad is like a tech genius right? I won't let you silence the truth!!

Phantom_my_hero: You mean the guy who's been trying to get into Mayor Master's pants for the past 3 years?

Phantom_is_a_hero: Loser! Besides Fenton probably just wore it cause I called him the king if losers.

Phantom=Fenton: You called him that because he was wearing a crown. He was wearing the crown before you called him that.

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg can someone just kick him out again!!!

//Phantom_Can_Get_It has kicked Phantom=Fenton out of chat//

Phantom_Can_Get_It: There you go bestie!!!!❤❤❤❤❤

Phantom_my_hero: Thank you!!❤❤❤

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Okay so I know Phantom was wearing a ring, but you think he would leave his partner for me?????

Phantom_my_hero: Oh absolutely!!!!

[onfreckledwings]

“You know I didn’t mean it, right?” Dean says one night.

Cas squints in that way he does as he looks up at Dean through his lashes across the library table. He tilts his head in question.

“What I said that night. Before you left...after Mom.”

And that’s all it takes for the wind to leave his sails. Deflated. The memory is still fresh in his mind, even after all this time. And despite Cas’s best efforts, yeah. It still stings. He lets his eyes fall to the names scratched into the mahogany of the table. He stares at them: at Jack’s name and his, at Sam and Dean’s initials.

At Mary’s.

Why does that something always seem to be you?

You’re dead to me.

He lets his index finger trace the letters of her name. Grief, guilt, and loss unfurls from behind his rib cage and grips around his heart like tentacles.

He’d said he was sorry. Cas knows he is. Logically, at least. He’d be lying if he said doubt didn’t sometimes reside quietly in the corners of his mind, in the chambers of his heart.

His forefinger is tracing the ‘W’ next to the ‘M’ when he tries to hold his stiff upper lip, tries to conceal the raging inner battle from Dean.

“Of course.”

And it’s the best Cas can do in that moment. He regrets it almost instantly, because it sounds like bullshit, even to him. So he tries to deflect, to end this conversation before it begins. He rises from his seat and takes both of their scotch glasses in hand.

“I’ll go get us some more,” he says, plastering his best attempt at a smile on his face as he starts heading for the kitchen. Dean’s footfalls are quickly behind him.

“Cas,” he calls out, and Cas tries his best to steel himself against the ache in his chest as he continues walking.

Being human sucks sometimes. He used to be able to flip on a proverbial robotic switch whenever he needed to avoid feeling, to avoid emotion, because angels were soldiers first and foremost. And because emotions were always the doorway to doubt, it was important to be able to turn them off in order to preserve the objective of the mission at hand.

Now though, after Jack pulled him out of the Empty, grace left behind, he’s finding it exceedingly more difficult to hide behind a mask. Especially now that his built-in armor is gone.

He feels everything so much more intensely now. And he hates it, particularly in moments like these. Because he doesn’t want to feel insecure, he doesn’t want Dean to feel guilty, he doesn’t want to rock the boat.

When he steps down into the kitchen, he notices how Dean’s footsteps don’t follow his over the threshold. He puts both glasses down on the counter as he reaches for the bottle of Macallan 12 in the cupboard. He unscrews the cap and begins pouring.

“Don’t do that.”

It’s a small, quiet thing. Cas’s hand stills over the rim of the second glass before he glances over his shoulder at Dean.

“You don’t want any?” He tries going for nonchalance. But he can tell with the weight of Dean’s footfalls that it doesn’t work. He rotates on his heel to face the man as he approaches.

“Not the scotch, Cas,” Dean says, low and quiet. He steps down gingerly into the kitchen then, wincing slightly before stopping at the opposite end of the island. His green eyes bore holes into Cas’s, and it feels like he’s staring into his soul.

Maybe he is.

Cas can’t help the worry that cloaks him as he watches Dean move. Can’t help the guilt he feels at not being able to help. He drops his shoulders then as he turns around, pouring the amber liquid into the second glass before capping the bottle and placing it back on the shelf. He feels rooted to the counter, and so he sips his scotch in an elongated pull. Avoiding.

“Look at me,” comes the soft plea. He hates how sad Dean’s voice sounds; how guilty and rough and burdened.

Cas inhales deeply, and turns to place Dean’s glass in front of him on the island. He can’t help but map the freckles dusted across his cheeks.

Whatever Dean sees in Cas’s eyes must be distressing, because he’s looking at him with such pity and sympathy and Cas feels shame creeping up his neck. He looks down at the fabric of his navy blue t-shirt, picking at an invisible piece of lint by way of distracting himself from Dean’s stare. But then he hears soft footsteps before he sees Dean’s feet approaching into his space.

Cas lifts his chin and tries a fake smile again, reaching to take a sip from his glass. He hums softly as the hints of vanilla, butterscotch, and an array of berries flow down his throat.

“It really is astonishing how they’re able to combine so many different flavors in this,” he tries. Because he really is fine. It was almost a year ago, and there’s no use rehashing something that’s already been dealt with. It’s stupid that it still feels like a sharp ache in his chest — because Dean’s already apologized, so it really shouldn’t matter anymore, right? — and so Cas is trying his hardest to brush it off.

But then Dean’s reaching to take his glass out of his hand and placing it on the counter before his hand encircles Cas’s wrist. His eyes shoot up to meet emerald green, and he feels paralyzed, because lying to Dean has never been easy.

“Don’t,” Dean says again. “Don’t do the whole brave-face thing. Not with me.”

Cas shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says with a scoff, more on instinct than anything else. But then Dean’s setting his jaw, eyes piercing, and Cas relents. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve already apologized. It was a long time ago, Dean.”

“It does matter,” Dean grits out through clenched teeth. “The fact that I hurt you...matters. You ain’t a machine, Cas.”

Dean takes a labored breath, taking his free hand to rest it against his chest.

“...it kills me that I ever even said ‘em,” he says, green eyes pleading into blue. “You gotta know that.”

Cas shakes his head, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. His eyes begin to burn, and he sets his jaw as he closes his eyes. He refuses to let Dean see him cry—because he still feels like it’s his job to protect him, grace or no— so he turns his back to Dean to grab his tumbler of scotch and knocks it back.

The smooth burn on his tongue settles into his stomach, and it grounds him, allowing him to bite back the tears that threaten to fall. He braces himself against the counter, and Dean’s hand falls from Cas’s wrist to his side.

“You weren’t wrong,” Cas murmurs in the stillness. “I made some really poor choices over the years that put you and your family in jeopardy.”

He keeps his voice eerily steady and even, sighing heavily as he lifts his chin to look at the ceiling again. “I didn’t blame you then, and I don’t blame you now. It wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it.”

Dean’s hand grips his shoulder and he spins Cas around to face him.

“You didn’t. God—” he says, green eyes ablaze with ferocity. And Cas wants to argue, but then Dean is pulling him towards his chest.

Cas goes rigid and tries to push back against the force of Dean’s embrace. “Dean, your back—”

“Is fine,” Dean bites out and forcefully yanks Cas into him. “Come here.”

Cas’s eyes flutter shut involuntarily as his chest crashes against Dean’s, and he lets his arms encircle Dean’s waist gently, mindful of the still tender wound in the middle of his back. He chokes back a whimper as Dean’s arms envelope him, one hand resting between his shoulders and the other cupping the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers against the shell of Cas’s ear, voice thick and gruff. The warm caress of Dean’s breath chases goosebumps across Cas’s skin. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” Cas murmurs gently against the line of Dean’s jaw, rubbing circles near the small of his back. “It’s okay.”

Dean’s breath saunters, and Cas can feel a warm wetness trickle down the slope of his neck, seeping into his shirt.

He wishes he could meld Dean into him then, just to envelope him completely, to shield him from everything that could hurt him the way he once could.

But Cas is human; and all he can do now is hold Dean.

So he does.

He buries his nose further into the crook of Dean’s neck and breathes deeply, relishing the scent of his shampoo, scotch, and simply the essence of Dean Winchester.

God, how he loves him.

“I forgive you,” Cas whispers around the tears clinging stubbornly to his throat. He lets one lone tear slip down his cheek as Dean’s fingers curl into Cas’s hair.

He feels the stifled sob before he hears it, and he pulls back gently to search Dean’s eyes as they spill over freckled cheeks.

Cas reaches to cup Dean’s face before resting their foreheads together. “I forgive you.” He drops one hand from Dean’s face to place it over his heart, feeling it thrum beneath his fingertips. “Please try to forgive yourself.”

Dean screws his eyes shut as he clenches his jaw, and Cas knows he wants to protest, wants to berate himself and scoff at the idea of self-compassion. So he lifts his chin to press his lips to Dean’s forehead, letting the kiss linger for only a moment.

He swears Dean leans into it.

“Let me check you,” Cas says quietly, reaching to place his hands gently at Dean’s sides and urging him to turn around.

“‘s fine, Cas,” Dean says, but lets himself be moved so that he’s bracing against the island. Cas reaches for the hem of Dean’s black tee, lifting it up midway to inspect the once-gaping wound in the center of his back.

It’s mostly healed by now; Jack had gotten Dean through the worst of it, but Cas’s stomach churns at how close it could have came to a different outcome entirely.

So he sees to it to check the wound every day, tracking the progress of its healing and closely monitoring Dean’s recovery. The pink, puckered skin is still raised slightly, promising a gruesome scar in the future. But it’s nearly fully closed up, and there’s no sign of infection.

Cas lets his thumb trace a large circle around the wound, and Dean shudders at the soft touch.

“It’s healing well,” Cas confirms. He removes his hands and lets Dean’s shirt fall back down, smoothing the fabric down his ribs. “How does it feel?”

Dean turns in his arms, and Cas starts to step back when Dean’s hands fall to his hips, anchoring him there.

He gets lost in those beautiful forest greens.

“It’s okay,” Dean murmurs. “It just pulls sometimes. Kind of catches when I move too quick.”

Cas nods, and feeling emboldened, reaches to flatten his palms against the planes of Dean’s chest.

He takes a heavy breath, eyes downcast with guilt. “I’m sorry I can’t heal the rest of it.”

He feels Dean shake his head as a finger curls underneath his chin, lifting it to meet their eyes again. Cas’s chest aches when Dean’s palm cups his cheek, grazing the stubble.

“You’re back,” he whispers gravelly. “‘s all that matters.”

Cas nods, and his heart begins to hammer under Dean’s locked gaze. He feels like he should step back in the interest of personal space, but then Dean’s eyes are flicking between his, to his lips, and back again.

Cas freezes as his breathing quickens, and then Dean is slowly leaning in to brush his lips against Cas’s own.

The world stops.

Cas reaches up Dean’s sides to cling to his shoulder blades, and he lets himself fall pliant when Dean presses him against the counter. Dean’s tongue is a butterfly caress against Cas’s mouth, and he opens to let him inside.

It’s a gentle, smoldering thing; not urgent or frenzied, neither panicked nor rushed. Something heavy and ethereal blooms behind Castiel’s ribs and spreads through his limbs, leaving sparks and tingles in its wake. He lets himself sink against the counter, and welcomes all of Dean’s weight as he presses into him.

It feels like grace.

Cas reaches up further, one hand cupping the rough stubble of Dean’s cheek, the other carding through sandy-brown strands of hair that have grown slightly longer in the midst of his recovery.

Cas tries to stifle a whimper as Dean’s tongue flicks languidly against his own, mapping the peaks and valleys of his mouth. His heart aches, aches, because he never thought — ever — that he’d be lucky enough to feel this. To have this.

Tears slip out from behind closed eyes, trailing down his cheeks. The cool air of the bunker chills the warm rivulets on his face.

Dean shifts minutely, dipping his chin slightly to move away for air; but not before he sucks Cas’s bottom lip between his own, gently nipping with his teeth. Claiming.

Ragged breaths fill the kitchen as they both heave for air. Foreheads rest together as Cas drops the hand from Dean’s hair to rest it over his heart.

It’s pounding just as hard as his.

“I love you too,” Dean chokes out around a muffled cry as one hand frames Cas’s jaw, the other falling to grasp against his ribs, fisting into his shirt.

Cas’s legs nearly give out then. He pulls Dean into his chest, cupping the back of his head to bury Dean’s face into his neck. Dean’s arms wrap around him like a vice, and he sobs quietly into his skin.

Castiel kisses Dean’s temple, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “I love you so much.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Okay so you know how one of my big things with fandom is forcing characters into completely new contexts that they just have to Deal With (recently most commonly with time travel, crossovers, and things like the suddenly omegaverse AU).

So, canon characters get Yanked and somehow tossed into a Modern AU context, possibly just as some Matrix-esque 'your brain is trapped in a simulation' thing, possibly as a Sith Holocron thing, possibly as a weird crossover, it doesn't matter. The point is mostly this:

1. Nobody has the Force. 2. Ahsoka is suddenly human, and she hates it.

This is mostly an excuse for Ahsoka to be overwhelmed by some things (her sense of taste is completely different) and underwhelmed by others (this is your eyesight???) and panicked by others (her sense of echolocation is completely GONE), and then Anakin calming her down by Brushing Her Hair, something she's never had before.

Ahsoka has a meltdown and Anakin, who is also very panicked because the Force is just gone for him, is doing his best to keep her somewhat level and ANYWAY Anakin knows how to do cool, solid, safe braids because Padme taught him how to do her wig-secure crown braids, so when Ahsoka's being overwhelmed by the sensory hell of her new hair touching her shoulders, Anakin brushes it out and braids it up for her while Obi-Wan tries to find them a way out, and Rex and Cody help him notice things like "we can't read this alphabet for shit" and "that's not a speeder... is it..."

The clones are Itchy without their armor in an unfamiliar space. The Jedi keep tripping on sidewalk cracks and stuff because they're not used to needing to look where they're going. Also they don't have their sabers or blasters.

Ahsoka tucked into Anakin's side in a coffee shop that they somehow managed to Exchange Currency at... sipping on something sweet and complicated-flavor that she doesn't recognize and is very confused by because none of these tastes are familiar... a barista asks if she's okay and Anakin has to stutter over "my padawan" in favor of "my sister" because it's kind of safer but anyway could they get a cup of ice water for the kid?

The clones get asked if they're from New Zealand or Australia because of the accents and just Blank Stare until the person leaves in discomfort like "Was it something I said? Maybe they think I should be able to tell the difference?" but no they just don't fucking know what New Zealand and Australia are.

Imagine if she couldn’t really taste sweetness before. She finally understands the appeal of candy!

Ahsoka doesn't like 'being' human but she decides she likes the Expanded Taste Range (now she understands WHY people add spices) and having her hair played with (she's maybe a little jealous of people like Padme now).

Several of the Jedi keep forgetting they can’t jump 20 feet high anymore and keep slamming into fences. One of them tries to jump off something and is tackled by a clone. The clones keep forgetting they can’t jump off things and get caught anymore.

“Normal humans die when they do that!”

The clones don't register as clones to anyone, just Young Hot Guys With Nice Muscles, so Cody and Rex get hit on by strangers more in the Modern AU adventure than in the rest of their lives put together.

They register as twins though. And some people are maybe into that specifically. Strangely, in this context, being genetically identical is more attractive.

The only person in this group that knows how to recognize flirtation and how to flirt back is Obi-Wan.

Someone sees a Marvel movie playing a TV store and just drags the other four over because IS THAT MASTER WINDU WITH AN EYEPATCH. Or alternately IS THAT AN OLDER SENATOR AMIDALA IN BORING CLOTHES.

Per @atagotiak on discord

Hey, it could be worse, it could be literally almost anything else Ewan McGregor is in. I enjoy the other movies I’ve seen him in (though I haven’t seen a lot) it’s just every last one would be jarring as heck to them.

Birds of prey “Wow Obi-Wan, you’re a dick”

It's just Moulin Rouge's steamy scenes and Obi-Wan is like [head tilt] is... is that supposed to be me????

(I'm going to say that none of the Star Wars movies exist in this modern AU, but only because that would get too complicated.)

Ahsoka gets yelled at by Someone (a store employee, a cop, a random douchebag on the street), and Obi-Wan steps in because he's closest and also the person most invested in making sure she doesn't start throwing punches.

Person: Sorry man, didn't mean to scare your, uh, daughter. Obi-Wan's face: [is doing complicated things]

(Being Ahsoka’s dad is probably less weird than being Anakin’s dad. Just agewise and all that.)

Obi-Wan objectively recognizes that this is a reasonable assumption and also a safe one to work with, in that explaining their actual relationship might be sketchy depending on whether or not apprenticeships are a thing on this planet, and going with a person's first not-terrible assumption is usually a safe bet to not draw too much attention!

But 'parent' is a bit of a loaded concept for a lineage so prone to attachment (and tragedy).

Ahsoka finds herself getting inexplicably tired a few hours into a walk that would normally leave her fine, and since Anakin and Obi-Wan are also having trouble, it's apparently not a humans thing, it's... not having the Force. They’re still pretty strong and have good endurance but they’re not superhuman anymore so.

Adding in that Ahsoka's a young teenager who has no idea what she can eat that she can actually stand the taste of yet, so she keeps getting sugar crashes since it's the only thing she can reliably stomach...

[incorrect-lord-of-the-rings]

i’m sorry this will be angry and long

Criticisms of ROP ep 5

why are the numenorian boats so tiny how is a whole ass army supposed to fit on three tiny ass boats

why are the harfoots there 

why is elrond being kinda dumb (”did the dwarves find that metal” “i made a promise i wouldn’t say anything about it” writers wtf)

??????? pharazon?????

THE LORE???

Why is that Harfoot like “one of the mothers or children could die because of the Brandyfoots! We could take their wheels and have them die” MURDER??? YOU WANT MURDER???? WHAT IS IT WITH THE HARFOOTS AND DEATH??????????

THE NUMENORIAN ARMOR IS SOOOO BAD IT LOOKS SO AWFUL IT’S LITERALLY LIKE GOT PRINTED FABRIC ON THE ARMS AND SIDES THAT’S SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE ARMOR IT’S CHEAP AS HELL

oh my god istg i need a character in a tv show to stop being like “stand and fight!” and start going “let’s scheme and try to escape.” because COME ON PEOPLE there’s like 30 of you vs a hundred orcs YEAH that’s gonna end well also... don’t give up??? i don’t get anything here.

i... 

*sigh*

It took me so long to get through this episode because I kept having to turn it off because it was boring and annoying.

also Galadriel’s fight scene with all the Numenorian guys? not great

what’s with the Stranger... (wtf)

okay ALL the armor except Galadriel’s armor looks bad and like... plasticky and stuff. It looks fake and like something you’d wear to comic con instead of actually to battle.

why is gil-galad like... a dick... a little bitch...

i just want good costumes and hair is that too much to ask

it feels like they’re just pulling plot lines out of their asses

durin says “shit” but elrond cuts him off

NOTHING against the actors, they’re doing well. It’s the directors and writers and costume and hair people I have problems with. The actors have no say in this. If you send hate to the actors (or really anyone else don’t send hate) then please stop because that won’t solve any problems

damn the writers are not doing well. i just. as someone who likes to analyze films and stuff. uh. yike.

isn’t like... oath-breaking like super bad in middle-earth???? like... um remember the oath-breakers??? the dead guys?? um gil-galad? is a bitch? and a screwy politician?

galadriel saying “come at me” unironically brought back many bad memories of 2015 Elsa memes.

doesn’t Numenor have like... barracks or quarters for their soldiers instead of a market square thing?

“galadriel may be no different from the evil she is fighting”  ಠ_ಠ huh

WHERE THE FUCK IS CELEBORN?!?!?!?!!?????!?!??!!?!???

other criticisms of other ROP episodes

why is it so funny that one of the harfoots died by bees. why do they laugh at this death. “yes let us mourn those we lost except this guy lols he got kills by bees, the dumbass” and now they want murder

i hate theo. i just cannot stand that kid. he’s so annoying. like yeah he’s fourteen but he doesn’t even have a fun personality. he’s just dumb and an unlikeable character

WHY is galadriel like this. WHY

also why was she just going to Valinor? Wasn’t she banished? And then was allowed to go back after being tested by the Ring in FOTR? Idk my Galadriel lore is still underbaked, like dying Easy Bake Oven baked.

the weird punishment for isildur being all daydreamy is like.... his friends had like nothing to do with him and their captain was like “oh GOOD WORK, CINDERSLUT, you ruined me FINE SHIP” and banished all his buddies like???????????

[chaosagenda]

i really do hate sds and only like a solid maybe 5 characters and heres why

(spoilers because i cant talk about my hatred for this anime without spoiling it)

theres so much pedophilia. i dont give a jack shit if shes the repetitively reincarnated version of your lost lover meliodas STOP groping a 16 YEAR OLD!!! “the age of consent in japan is 16″ die. that isnt even true, the age of consent varies by reigon. but even then, sds does not take place in japan or anywhere that even exists on earth, so shut up

and then there’s ban who engages in a relationship and has children with an actual child “elaine’s thousands of years old!!” that is a CHILD and if you’re attracted to that, and if you think that’s okay, i ask for you to seek help because if you did not feel uncomfortable at all watching his romance boil and kiss someone who looks like she is 6 you have serious issues

the only scene i genuinely like is that one scene in the first season when meliodas and ban reunite and bro so hard they break an indestructible barrier and all their problems were solved yeah man i didnt even need absolute cancel i just threw my bro through 13 different walls and it just busted

then theres the typical anime thing where the men should be twinks but are ripped for no reason. technically this isnt problematic but you seriously cant look at him and think nah man that dude has an 8 pack

that is a twink. and im not sorry

then theres your standard “these characters should have been gay” and then they werent like guila and jericho were a thing at one point and nobody in the world could convince me otherwise 

and there are scenes so laughably bad, like when veronica kisses tiny griamore on the head and he reverts back to normal size except all of his clothes are ripped and hes ass naked. then guila comes in and just. blasts him (this scene was both actually horrible and legendary at the same time)

then this is more of a dub thing but some of the voices are actually so bad. why does zeldris sound like that. that is a short emo man that is not a buff member of the swat team

fanservice is bad too. you cant tell me nerobasta’s back doesnt HURT from those actually gargantuan jugs. i dont even think those are possible. that dress is hanging on for dear life. this doesnt even work you cant trick me into thinking this animes good by putting e cup anime titties in my face

anyway this anime’s a 10/10 i recommend it to uh to uh uh a very large audience

and the movies arent that great either, especially cursed by light because you spend have of this plot lollygagging and then suddenly everythings fine, but youre still halfway through the movie so elizabeths mommy has to descend and start throwing hands and with the power of teamwork the cast defeats this universe’s version of god the only part i like about that movie is the two 10 second scenes where arthur and merlin are present and the whole time they’re just like 🧍 ominously

is there anything i like? plot wise, absolutely not i cant think of anything but i do like some of the characters

diane, while annoying a lot of the time, was genuinely okay. she was my first kin and for that she’s pretty close to my heart. but her intense infatuation with meliodas in the first chunk of the anime actually drove me up a wall, but she does get better

king was pretty great, and while a little bland, i still liked him. hes also dubbed by max mittelman and that just increases my adoration for him

gowther is... gowther. the buildup of a tall muscular man in armor but is actually a pink haired androgynous twink was great i loved that, i cosplayed him in 2020 and i still say “✌️sparkle!” to this day

escanor was pretty cool until he... wasnt... and then im not gonna say any more (rest in peace king)

i liked gilthunder after he was out of his emo phase and even enjoyed him when he was still in it. the circumstances of his villain arc were generally stupid as well as confusing and vivian’s existence gets on my nerves but gil was cool, along with howzer, who is probably one of the most horrendous looking characters ive ever seen (as controversial as that statement is) but at least hes funny. theyre also voiced by robbie daymond and ray chase, so if youre a persona fan, like, come on this duo is iconic (duo. i have a strong dislike of griamore and to my concern he does not exist)

merlin, i liked merlin. i liked merlin. a lot. for reasons. for a lot of reasons. she was she was uh and her character arc and backstory was um... i liked merlin yes i did

okay i cant not talk about arthur anymore. i love arthur. hes my little closeted ginger homosexual guy and he’s just great. he has actually zero idea whats happening at any given time but still is op as all hell, and i just love him. he has a baby face and is dubbed by zach aguilar so its really hard for me to not just want to hug him when he died that extremely brutal death i just sat there like ☹️ come on man thats not cool you cant kill off the best character and expect me to keep watching this

yeah thats right i never even finished it. i was a huge sds fan in like 2018 when season 4 and season 5 werent out yet, and then i stopped liking it, and when they did come out, i never finished. i watched a couple general scenes, and im very aware of the plot and what happens after the point i stopped watching and as much of a hate watcher i am there is no way that those last couple seasons are even sort of worth my time. ill watch the movies whenever they come out but... i cant handle any more than that.

anyway seven deadly sins is actually horrible and nobody should watch it unless its the filler episodes where the characters sit around and complain all day because those have the capability of being fun