#supernatural... It's being an experience.

[currentfandomkick]

Lex, completely willing to save his meta-nephew from the government organization try to make him a human experiment: hey Superloser, i am breaking the law to save my nephew from a blackout sight for being a type of meta not covered in the Meta Protections Acts. Ignore all calls for help from this area—apparently they’ve dissected beings his meta abilities mimic, and he’s alive.

Superman (10,000+ questions): do you want backup?

Lex, rolling his eyes: no. I am telling you to ignore what happens to the people trying to kill my little nephew.

Superman: … (be on standby to prevent murder, or go as Clark to get info and expose this shit… get Lois on the story, Superman to get life support and such and prevent multiple Geneva convention violations.)

—-

Lex, carrying Danny out in the Fenton Peeler suit to stabilize him: now, i have your baselines from our reunion last month—inform me of any future power developments so i can reinforce your new suits for that in the future when doing R&D

Danny, semi-conscious: i die a alot

Lex, increasingly concerned: does Maddie know?

Danny, giggly: sorta? Maybe, some timelines yes, some no. Clocky thinks its more fun to see me not tell her since then they go overboard and its so, soooo embarassing. They branded merch of me in both forms.

Lex, wincing: ah, i can see why you’re avoiding it then.

Danny: mhmm. And too many powers to tra, track. Sam thinks its funny and annoying i kee, keep forgetting but what we tracked its a lot. Over thirty separate ones so far and counting!

Lex, processing: i see. May i see the list so i can make appropriate arrangements during your stay?

Danny, grabby hands for phone

Lex, hands it to Danny and watches him use four ciphers, memes and slang to message someone: … thank you. I’ll have my PA fix your room up, and Maddie sent the ecto-dejecto already.

Danny: yay. It makes the gooey un-goopy. Can i have steak shake please?

Lex, sighing: my chef can make in when we’re in. Hot or cold?

Danny: hot hot hot! Core too cold.

Lex: power or biology?

Danny: both! Sometimes too cold. Bad, yeti doctor helps but not always enough.

Lex, processing Danny has a supernatural medic: can we call him.

Danny, frowning: summons only. Likes blue slushies and medical journals. Said ‘m first of the, the species i am in like, lotta millenia and a sign of, of the realms healing. Big big shoes to fill. Don’t wanna.

Lex, humming: what do you want to do?

Danny: astronaut and diplomat! Many cultures and how life works is so, so cool! But fruitloop keeps cloning me. I saw my face melt into goo. Very scary. Dani is in, in another place to hide from Fucking Vlad.

Lex, deciding murder is not enough now: did he?

Danny: mhmm. Met 6, but he has a journal. Over 400. Called my me’s test subjects and wanted to kill Dani to make perfect clone. Dani’s fab and Vlad drab. Very drab.

Lex, flying faster: can you get your little clone a message for me?

Danny: only if no killy stab stuff. Fighting makes her goopy.

Lex, realizing the clone is of Danny with the meta ability army: understood, and no, i just thought my son would like a little sibling.

Danny: she’d like that. I text annnnd. She said she’s on her way!

Lex, landing and putting Danny in a medical cot while being koala’d by Danny: good, good.

Dani, ready to rumble: who hurt my—danny?

Danny: Dani, this is my uncle Lex. He’s honest so no fruitloop, but is eh on alien rights. Lex this is my bestest cousin and maybe daughter twin cousin? Unclear.

Dani: third cousin twice removed.

Danny: that!

Lex: … door is open to family anytime, no aliens and it is ‘on sight’ with superman. Superboy is your cousin, or brother if you want a formal adoption at a later date. Danny, does Maddie know of Dani as your clone

Dani and Danny: nope!

Lex: ah. Well, that can be corrected later. My PA can set up your room for when you choose to stay. Tell her your interests and she can work from there.

Dani: …

Danny: family rule, no questions always safe to stay. uncle lex is Jazz’s godfather. I was sacrificed to Vlad.

Dani: … got it. Is our cousin around?

Lex: he’s with his friends in San Francisco for a few more days. His number is on the fridge.

Dani: cool, cool cool.

One phone call later…

Kon: holy shit i have two more cousins!

Dani: four if we count Dan, was evil future Danny, now time displaced and learning to not go murder crazy.

Kon: �� neat! I’ll bring my team and we can kick the shit out of the guys that hurt other Danny!

Dani: cool. What crazy level is Lex? Our fruitloop is an eleven and trying to kill Uncle Jack and marry Aunt Maddie and adopt Danny but pretends Jazz doesnt exist!

Kon: solid seven

Dani: so manageable.

*offers a framed and signed picture of my fucked up wisdom tooth xray*

If Lex Luthor had a penny for every single time he had to bail his younger sister out of trouble, he would be even richer than he currently was. When she called him up one sunny day, he should have known he was adding another penny to his fortune.

"Hi, Lex!" Maddie's cheerful voice came from the receiver.

Even though Lex could already imagine the next thing she would say, it was nice to hear from one of his baby sisters.

"Hello, Madeline. How are you today? You normally dont call me during the day."

"Oh, y'know, good," She laughed awkwardly, " Hey, Would it be too much to ask for some help?"

Bingo.

"Not at all, darling. What can I help you with?" Lex said as he pushed his keyboard away and spun around to overlook Metropolis' skyline.

"I was wondering if you could possibly break Danny put of government custody for me and Jack."

Aka Lex is the elder brother of Maddie, and he must fulfill his Cool Uncle Duties by taking on the US government to secure his nephew's safety.

Mellan im staring directly at you and shaking you violently. This is incredible

[babybeeelle]

Hi sorry English doesn't have my mother tongue I don't know if it will be understandable BUT here's the idea: instead of Rio it's Reader who invoked. Agatha and Reader his ex but still love each other. Reader becomes close to another witch and Agatha becomes jealous, reader plays with her until Agatha kisses her and tells her that she is hers

mrsines asked:

Summary : Reader and Agatha have known each other since the very beginning. But through time, the relationship was severed. Reader is summoned to the road (instead of Rio). Agatha, still deeply in love with the reader, becomes extremely jealous when Alice starts to get close to the reader. Agatha being Agatha, an argument breaks out.

Warning - Angst, Agatha done been stupid, and an author who is inexperienced in kiss writing descriptions🫣

My own twist of two similar requests!

This is the longest story I've ever written, and its my own twist of two similar requests!

An Immortal Love

Being summoned is a strange sensation. It begins with a sudden, unsettling shift in one’s own energy. It feels like the soul is forcibly dragged from the physical realm, and there is no longer control of one’s own body. Its not painful, but the distortion of reality is deeply disorienting- an out-of-body experience to say the least. Then, just for a moment, the ritual brings weightlessness, like the peak of a rollercoaster before the drop, until the inevitable pull of a supernatural force yanks the summoned being into another plane.

In Y/n’s unfortunate case, she’s pulled through soil and rock, suffocating in the dark embrace of the earth itself. Struggling to break free from the ground’s grasp, she emerges with a groan. Pulling herself upright, instinctively taking in her surroundings. There is no telling who's done the ceremony and why. Being summoned is usually never a good thing. Staying cautious is vital.

The first thing Y/n sees are five horrified faces, and standing protectively in the middle is the woman she swore to never see again.

Agatha Harkness.

“Great, just great,” Y/n mutters under her breath, unable to believe her luck.

“Y/n, you look as stunning as the day I met you. Truly, you age like fine wine,” is the first thing Agatha chooses to say, her cautious expression melting into a sly smile as she stepped forward.

Without sparing her a second glance, Y/n turns on her heel and walks away. “Where the hell am I, and how do I get out? I’m not doing whatever it is you summoned me for,” she states firmly, leaving no room for debate.

"You're on the Witch's Road." Y/n halts in her steps. "There is no leaving," the defiant voice of a young boy calls out.

Y/n chuckles, now annoyed. "The road is imaginary my naive child," she reprimands, turning to make eye contact with him. He's a tall boy, youthful. He exuberates a confident and rebellious aura with his dark curly hair and eye-lined makeup. He's young, and most certainly foolish.

"Then how do you explain where we are? Hm? You cannot deny what is before you, my love," Y/n's former lover explains with a witty smile on her face, stepping closer to her.

"You don't get to call me that," she seethes through her teeth, while rage-filled eyes burn into Agatha's soul, having no effect on Agatha.

"Come on my love, it's been centuries. Why can't bygones be bygones?" Agatha drags out with a sheepish laugh, now closing the distance. She's trying to coax Y/n into shrugging centuries off, to bandage up the gaping wounds in her heart, leaving it to beat in agony. It's like Agatha believes time heals all. They both know it doesn't. She shattered her heart.

Y/n scoffs. She almost can't believe her audacity, but then she remember, it's Agatha. Of course she would expect the woman she'd left broken to erase the raised scars of their history for her benefit.

Shaking her head, Y/n chooses it's best to not let her have any of her energy. Turning her attention to the group, who had been staring at them with a mix of curiosity and caution, she chooses to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Y/n. Can someone explain why I’ve been dragged onto the road?” she mockingly questions, rolling her eyes.

The woman with a fiery punk appearance speaks out in response, "We needed a green witch." Her presence stands out from the others. She's bold, charismatic, yet reserved. Her strong features and clothing stand out almost like an armor of protection. Her wild and messy, black hair has streaks of vibrant orange that match the edgy outfit she adorns.

Y/n glances briefly at Agatha and lets out a humorless chuckle. “Okay, if that's what you want to call me,” she replies, indifferent, before walking down the road, further leaving the group puzzled.

...

After time passes, everyone makes the collective decision to set up camp and rest for the night. The bright and warm fire casts a soft hue that illuminates everyone as they surround the flames. Wanting to be as far away from Agatha as possible, Y/n deliberately chooses to sit across from her, the flames acting as a partial barrier between them.

In her spot, Y/n notices the particularly intriguing witch sitting next to her, the one who was first to address her. She glances over at Y/n and introduces herself. "My name is Alice. In case you were wondering," she adds to her introduction, hurriedly, still unsure about Y/n's intentions and role in the group. Y/n hums in response, moving her gaze to focus on Alice, encouraging her to continue.

She takes the sign and begins to open up a little. "I never wanted to believe any of this, you know?" she starts, her eyes staring into the fire. "The generational curses. The Witch's Road. I thought it was all just stories my mom made up before she died. I thought she was just...unwell."

Y/n sighs, exhaustion lacing her voice. "I don't know what this is, but the road isn't real."

Alice frowned, disbelief evident in her expression. “How can you say that when we’re here? You weren’t here for the trials, maybe that’s why you think that, but this road is very real. Teen almost died. Mrs. Davis did die.”

Y/n ignores her question, her gaze distant, and doesn't say anything. Alice sighs, giving up on the short-lived conversation. Until, out of nowhere, she start to explain her past, not looking at her. "A long, long, time ago, when Agatha and I were just girls, we were a part of the same coven. We weren't the same as the others. We possessed powers they couldn't fathom. Naturally, they wanted us dead. They tried to kill us because they were scared of the things they couldn't comprehend, the things they knew they'd stand no chance against if we were to betray them. Agatha and I escaped of course, but we were alone. We only had each other. And yet, she left me," she ended, never really ever had processed her grief. She wiped away a stray tear that threatened to roll down her face.

Alice could tell there was a lot more to the story, but she doesn't push. Instead, she tries to sympathize, "Wow, that's-"

Y/n cut her off before she can say anything else, "I don't believe this is the road because I don't trust Agatha."

Alice bites her lip, trying to think of what to say. She doesn't want to say the wrong thing. "I can't imagine how scared you must've been. No one should have to go through that," she says cautiously, leaning closer to Y/n. She reaches her hand out slowly and lays her hand over Y/n's hand, causing her to look at Alice. Her eyes and smile hold sympathy. "You don't have to be alone anymore." Her comfort was warmer than the fire than cracked before the both of them, sending smoke and sparks of the fire through the air. Much like the anger burning in Agatha's mind.

"When you've been alone for so long, it's-"

"Hard to rely on other people?" Its her turn to cut Y/n off. "I know," giving her a half-smile.

She smiles the same back to Alice. The warmth in her words comforting and real. In that small moment, the chains around Y/n's heart loosed for the first time in centuries. It seems like its been forever since she'd been treated so softly, and with genuine care.

Inside, Agatha was seething. You could almost see the smoke steaming out of her ears like a cartoon character. It was the first time she has seen her only love face to face in ages, and here she was, being wooed by someone else. She would never tell Y/n, but she has always make sure she was safe. She was always there to protect her in the shadows. She wished nothing more than to march over and push Alice away from Y/n, letting her know she is hers and always would be. Agatha was beginning to think that's what she had to do. She can't lose her again, not to someone else. Agatha knew Y/n deserves to be with someone far better than her, someone like Alice. That was the entire purpose to why she had to leave her. But the thought of her falling in love with someone else, tore deep into her soul like it was nothing. Watching Alice move closer to her love, and Y/n reciprocating her affection, made her physically sick. She had to do something.

"Maybe its best if you all leave Y/n to rest. Being summoned sure does take a lot out of ya, doesn't it hun?" Agatha fakely humors with a smile, attempting to separate Y/n from Alice in the most discreet manner as possible. The last thing she needed was for Y/n to hate her from ending the witch who was flirting with her. Nevertheless, that plan backfired immediately.

Alice raised an eyebrow in her spot, unbothered. "I think Y/n can make that decision on her own," Alice retaliates, her hand never leaving Y/n's, smirking. She can see right through Agatha's blatant attempt to separate them. She knows what Agatha's trying to do.

"Oh, is that so?" she feigns surprise, holding her hand over her heart. "Cause I'm sure you know her a lot better than I do from this knockoff game of 7 minutes in heaven. " Agatha condescendingly riles up the easily tempered witch, both of them standing now.

"Agatha, you need to calm down. You have no right to be acting this way," Y/n intervenes, shooting daggers at Agatha as she stands up as well. Agatha's angry and pissed, never a good combo in that one. Y/n know how this will go if it continues to escalate. Agatha has always been protective over her, possessive even. Its why is was so much harder to understand why she left to begin with. It never made sense.

Looking over at Alice, Y/n notices her hand start to glow in a closed fist, restraining her will to blast Agatha, knowing what will happen if she does. Y/n takes Alice's hand into her own, trying to calm her down, but this pushes Agatha over the edge.

"Get your filthy hands off her you hag!" Agatha snarls walking over to the two of them, ready to get her hands dirty. Before she can even think about her next move, Y/n blocks her from reaching Alice. She grabs a hold of Agatha's arm as she drags her away from the group, her grip firm and tight around the jealous witch's arm. The others sat silently by the fire, exchanging cautious glances, but unwilling to intervene. Alice, though defiant earlier, held back, crossing her arms, sensing that this confrontation was long overdue.

Y/n didn’t stop until they were far away enough that the only sound was the rustling of leaves, and the faint crackle of the campfire in the distance. Finally, she released Agatha, forcefully pushing her away as if she was disgusted by Agatha's touch, turning to face her with an expression caught between fury and hurt.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/n demanded, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration and confusion. “You have absolutely no right to talk to Alice or me like that. You’re the one who left me, remember? Whatever I do now and whoever I choose to do it with, is none of your business.”

Agatha grimaced at her harsh words, but her expression quickly hardened. “None of my business?” she shot back, her voice rising. “Do you think it was easy? To hurt you terribly? Trust me when I say it was the hardest decision I've ever had to make. You have no idea what it did to me to walk away from you.”

"What are you talking about? Protect me from what? Explain to me what was so serious that you chose to abandon me."

Agatha faltered, her defiance wavering. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t seem to find the words.

"Answer me, Agatha. Or I swear, you will never see me again," Y/n said, dead serious.

Agatha’s gaze dropped to the ground. For a moment, it seemed as though she might retreat into her usual wall of protection. But then, in a voice so quiet it barely reached Y/n’s ears, she answered her. “Myself,” she admitted, her voice unsteady.

"Yourself? You've got to be kidding me. What kind of excuse is that? Is that some kind of joke? You think you can come up with excuses that will change all the pain and suffering, the abandonment?" Y/n was fuming. She couldn't believe the situation she was in.

“I was protecting you from myself,” Agatha said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, voice now unwavering. “You don’t understand Y/n. That power was intensifying the darkness inside me, You always saw the best in me, but I knew what I was capable of, what I am capable of. And I couldn’t bear the thought of that darkness corrupting you, of hurting you.”

Y/n stared at her, the weight of her confession sinking in. “You left because you thought you’d hurt me?” she asked, her tone disbelieving.

Agatha nodded, her composure fracturing. “I thought if I stayed, I’d ruin you. When I obtained the dark hold, everything changed. I no longer had control over myself. I was consumed by the power. And I couldn’t live with myself if I were to hurt you. So I left… I left to keep you safe.”

"You don’t get to make that decision for me, Agatha. You don’t get to decide what I can and can't handle. Do you know how long I waited for you to come back? How long I wondered what I did wrong? I needed you Agatha! I still do. But instead, you left me to suffer alone. You did hurt me.”

"I know, I know. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought you'd be better without me," Agatha said regretfully, grabbing onto Y/n's arm in solace. "I see now I made the wrong decision."

Y/n back away from Agatha's touch. "That means nothing. That doesn't fix anything. And just then, you were acting like you can take claim over me?"

“I never stopped loving you,” Agatha blurted, desperation bleeding into her words. “Not for one second.”

Y/n froze, the rawness of her confession slicing through the layers of anger and pain. “That doesn’t change what you did,” she said quietly. “It doesn’t erase the centuries I spent trying to heal the wounds you left behind.”

Agatha took a hesitant step closer, her hand reaching out but stopping short of touching Y/n. “I know, and I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it,” she acknowledges. “I just need you to give me another chance, to give us another chance, to end this heartbreak I've brought upon us,” she pleads, borderline shaking

Y/n takes time to respond, mouth open, trying to muster the words she needed to say. “I...I d-don't know if," she stutters, but her voice is silenced by the connection of Agatha lips onto hers. Agatha’s hands find Y/n’s waist, urgently pulling her into her arms. Y/n melts into her immediately, her mind racing with memories and unresolved emotions. The heat of the kiss spreads through her veins, the walls she’s built begin to crumble. Her hands grasping at Agatha’s shoulders as if anchoring herself to the moment, to her.

The kiss deepens, and time seems to collapse around them. It’s been centuries—centuries of separation, regret, and longing—and yet, none of it matters anymore. The world around them fades away, leaving only the warmth of Agatha’s lips and the electricity sparking between them. Agatha’s fingers trace the curve of Y/n’s back, igniting sensations long buried. Y/n’s hands slip from Agatha’s shoulders to cup her face, the touch tender yet desperate.

When they finally break apart, their foreheads rest against each other’s, their labored breathing mingles in the cool air of the night. Agatha’s thumb brushes gently against Y/n’s cheek, wiping away a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen. Y/n’s eyes flutter open, meeting Agatha’s gaze—a mixture of vulnerability, remorse, and unyielding love. Agatha holds onto Y/n face delicately, searching hopefully into her eyes. Y/n's eyes water, grasping her hands lightly onto Agatha's wrists as she bites her trembling red-kissed lip. It takes her a bit to form a decision, trying to decide if she could fully trust her again. "Okay," she says, her lip quirking into a small, vulnerable smile. The word lingering in the air.

Agatha’s breath hitches, her wide eyes brimming with disbelief. "Really? Are you sure? I know I made the wrong choices, but I will spend every second of the rest of my existence I have to fix the damage I've cause. I will give you the love you've always deserved, my love," she vows. For the first time in centuries, Agatha looked vulnerable—her mask of confidence shattered, leaving only raw emotion behind.

"I'm sure. As much as I tried to hate you for leaving me, I never could. I've loved you for centuries, and I'll love you for centuries more." Her voice softens, but the conviction in her words is unmistakable.

Agatha lets out a shaky laugh of relief, and without another word, she pulls Y/n into her arms. They hold each other tightly, as though trying to make up for the centuries of separation in this single embrace. The weight of the past doesn’t vanish, but for the first time in a long time, the future feels possible.

Their forms are cast under the moonlight, a glow bathing them as they stand intertwined in each other’s arms. The world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the sound of their breaths and the steady rhythm of their hearts. The love between them begins to grow stronger with each passing second.

The moonlight reflects in their eyes as they pull back just enough to share a small, soft smile. Agatha presses a gentle kiss to Y/n’s forehead, a silent promise of devotion, while Y/n rests her head against Agatha’s shoulder, finally allowing herself to relax in her embrace.

Together, they turn back toward the firelight in the distance, where the others wait, knowing the journey ahead will not be easy. But as they walk side by side, their hands entwined, it is clear that they are no longer burdened by the weight of loneliness. Whatever comes next, they will face it together—two souls bound by a love that time could not destroy.

[arcane-ish]

A lot of what Christian Linke says makes me want to stab my eyes out and I'm a big fan of "he just needs to step away from the keyboard" (seriously, you also don't have to do every interview. The show is done. You don't see Alex do nearly as many interviews)

But I think the way he talks about his exhaustion reads as very believable:

Even key talent that works on the show that, simply put, is getting tired cranking away at this incredibly long season and project over multiple years. Don't forget that at the end of the day, this is just a collective of human beings, of people. I would assume that there is no other TV show that has taken as long as Arcane to produce two seasons, without any pauses.

If Arcane overall took 9/10 years to make and he never had any experience making tv show (isn't he the guy whose backstory is that he started in QA and customer service and then moved to the music video section of the company? I was trying to find one of his quotes and stumbled across an interview where he is just so proud that they have 20 songs in season 2 XD ) I think it's fair to compare it more to a tv show that has been running for 5+ seasons especially if Christian was doing the micromanaging of actually hanging around Fortiche which seems to be that case. Rather than being a writer who turns in their script and then doesn't have much to do till the episode actually airs.

I have watched a LOT of shows that spanned 5+ seasons (ie X-Files, Lost, Supernatural, Arrowverse). And you can often watch in real time how the creators run out of ideas, burn out or they hand the show off to different showrunners.

In the end, he doesn't have experience running a project like that and Riot doesn't have experience running a show like that. This just flat out has some upsides and some downsides, precisely because that means that they have different ideas and priorities than a "this is a well oiled tv show studio".

[0azurepearls0]

payneland guardian angel au

au idea i'll never write: guardian angel

when edwin dies (and let's put him at 18 for this), he isn't allowed into heaven until his demon lets him go. Death doesn't think that's fair, so she gives him another option: roam the earth as a guardian angel.

he's assigned to protect one student at a time at st hilarion's. he protects them until they graduate, when another guardian angel will be assigned to them, or until they have a near-death experience.

so basically, edwin is given the responsibility of protecting these teenagers, and if he fails, they will never have a guardian angel again. but he can never the school.

he watches 20 generations of teens pass by. he never failed to keep them safe through high school. but it kills him every day, not knowing if those 20 boys are still safe.

then he's assigned to one boy that changes everything: charles rowland.

charles is different. edwin knows from the bruises he comes in with after holidays, or the way he flinches when he gets yelled at - there's more going on at home. edwin begs Death to allow him to travel just to charles' home and back. nowhere else. she agrees.

he sees the horrible things going on in charles' home, and there he serves his purpose - he keeps charles from a near death experience by guiding his thoughts. he has the ability to pop ideas of what to say into his head - and while it's charles' choice to say them or not, he always listens to the 'angel on his shoulder,' as he calls it.

then, when charles is 17, the lake event happens. edwin gives him idea after idea, but charles is too scared - or the boys do something else that edwin doesn't expect.

he could tell he was going to die of hypothermia in that attic, so he brought him a lantern - but then charles asked him who he was, and he knew: he had failed. Death would come any moment and assign him to a new boy, and charles' life would be in his own hands. but edwin knew he wouldn't survive without him.

he silently begged Death to give him a chance to save this boy. she didn't show up until he was safe, and he survived that night. then, it was time for him to get a new boy to protect.

charles begged for edwin to stay. edwin told death it was cruel, and that this boy had it worse than any he'd been assigned to before. he begged her to allow him at the very least, to stay with charles until he finished st. hilarion's. she didn't agree.

but through the protection of another boy, charles could still see him. and even with death's warning - that interacting with the supernatural like this would only bring him bad luck - he didn't care. edwin was his friend.

and then they fell in love.

charles graduated, and edwin was left chained to st. hilarion's. but charles made it his goal to find the boys edwin had protected, find out what happened to them.

he returned every month or so with that information. until one day, he didn't show up for over half a year.

then he was assigned to protect a boy at st hilarion's. he had died at 19 years old in a car accident, but death decided that the afterlife meant for him wasn't in heaven. it was with edwin, protecting the boys of st. hilarion's.

eventually edwin was free to pass on, but he didn't. he and charles did what they could to keep their assigned teens safe - then they started keeping half of the school safe, even without being assigned to most of them.

then death set them free.

they started what they called the 'dead boy protection agency,' where they would take on requests of who to guard. sometimes it was a simple escort for women that felt unsafe in their towns. sometimes they would watch over a family for a few years. they found ways to watch over them through mirrors, able to keep several clients safe at once, and able to get to them in a flash.

the dead boy protection agency would eventually protect crystal palace - a medium, who could see them. she joined and helped where she could for several years.

they also protected niko sasaki, who nearly died to a supernatural disease. she became friends with the boys for several years, as well.

eventually, the two girls moved on from their eternally-young friends, but they still visted once a year to check on them.

but the boys would continue to protect as many people as they could, breaking plenty of death's rules along the way.

[casuallycryptidcider]

Lemon needs a driving force. So, I’m going to go with garou. I’m not too familiar with the tribes since I haven’t played WTA, but Silent Striders seem to fit her?

Poe would 100% love to be some sort of changeling. What kind? I don’t know off the top of my head, just that they would be using the art of pyros.

Lattie would find any experience as another supernatural fascinating. It would let her do anthropological research from a new perspective! However, since she kinda is one already, I’m going to say promethean.

Hazel doesn’t even want to be a vampire. Like with her whole isekai belief, she thinks there’s a way back into her old world (aka being human again). Though, if she was another supernatural, I would probably say mage.

Thinking. If your vtm character had to be another type of supernatural in the World of darkness

which one would they be happiest as?

[foggysirens]

If Destiel (yes the ship) got tossed into the Star Wars universe, which one of them is naive enough to accidentally join the dark side and why is it Cas?

love how you had to specify the ship ajdhdhdkjf that absolutely made me laugh so hard

but okay so this set my brain on fire because you’re so very right in the respect that if we were to plop spn characters into the star wars verse it does, from a narrative point of view make the most sense for cas to be part of the dark side - the only thing is that i don’t think it would be because he naively joined, cas would been conscripted

castiels arc in supernatural of being an angel of the lord who falls from the armies of heaven and grace after finding himself embroiled in with humanity is none too dissimilar from the character arc that finn goes on in the last jedi - they have both found themselves raised to be soldiers, to take orders and to not ask questions and fight in the name of the order they serve. this is all they have ever know but suddenly in the midst of the battle between good and evil they are suddenly unsure if what they’re fighting for is right anymore. and once they know, once they see things for what they truly are, they fall. crossing lines to try and take a stand for what they believe they must, even if it takes them a while to get there. because they both see the good in what they were told to destroy, want to save and protect and love instead. this arc also follows a lot of the same beats as agent kallus from star wars rebels!! thinking on it i would say in a lot of ways cas is a lot more like kallus - what with their the military rankings and training experience and overall demeanour - and i can see him having a similar career in/path out of the empire as him. the arc still stands. cause yeah, the ‘imperial officer turned rebel’ is a reoccurring theme in star wars!

so if we look at that and then we look at castiel, a character who is, admittedly, naive at times, his character fits so perfectly into star wars into that role as someone who was brought up and trained under this regime but ultimately rebels once that illusion is shattered and the free will to change has been realized and (while not diminishing the internal character work that this entails) a lot of the time there is that one focal person who extended the hand in the first place - who gave them that wake up that acts as the foil in this arc (think poe and rey and zeb) and in this au’s case it absolutely would be dean because he’s who it is in spn canon for cas as well !!! (and like, come on, dean fits the han solo bill of being the scruffy hero with a soft heart so well, and he absolutely joined the rebellion with his ancient but pristine pre-empire ship that they use to run jobs and spy on the empire while posing as different officials)

like, im so sure that there already must be so many amazing fics out there that are about just this because the spn/cas/destiel beats parallel so perfectly with star wars that i could talk about it forever !!! they would find each other in every universe !!!

anyways yeah sorry that was so long but TLDR; yeah cas starts out apart of the empire but then he sees dean winchesters pathetic face and joins the rebellion

[tiktaalic]

Stupidest things people have got mad at me about on tumblr:

-when I said using he/him pronouns could be a weird lesbian. In reference to hypothetical people making assumptions about Brienne of tarth being a lesbian while she was dating JAIME LANNISTER. And people were like 🤨 wym weird lesbian it’s actually really normal and not even a little weird for a lesbian to use he/him what are you trying to imply by saying weird lesbians use he/him op I think you should re examine your language and biases. When. [points at cargo pants and mouths am he/him lesbian]

-when I said you can occasionally drink alcohol on the weekends and people were like fuck you and die and fuck this post it’s so irresponsible to blatantly promote alcoholism when it ruins lives and knowing an alcoholic has ruined my life and you’re telling people it’s OKAY and NORMAL to be an alcoholic. Again. Over. Sometimes you can drink a little on the weekend. And. [points to fridge and mouths am dead sober. And also have someone in my life who is an alcoholic]

-when I used the phrase the noticer n someone very obviously made a post in response without speaking to me about how Friendly Reminder you should be looking at slurs.com to keep up to date with dog whistles such as noticer so you don’t accidentally use them and then dozens of people. Who read that post and learned that for the first time. 5 minutes later reblogged my post + sent me asks that were like I learned this was a dog whistle today (MANY ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS THAT THIS WAS KNOWLEDGE THEY HAD FOR LESS THAN 5 HOURS) but you should know better and fuck you and die if you don’t know better

-when I said smith college problems are when the minutia of queer white middle to upper class liberals in blue enclaves are presented as universal experiences and people were like. It’s so fucked up that you’re using this family who took smith to court for racism as an example of people who are experiencing problems that aren’t real and don’t matter and you’re minimizing that experience. NOT WHAT I SAID?

-when I said this supernatural fan fic is awesome it’s an incredibly accurate Dean. And someone was like. You’re wrong it’s not incredibly accurate because he’s gay not bi. I don’t like that fan fiction because he’s gay not bi and therefore it’s badly characterized. And I was like. Ok. I think that’s part of the good characterization and I also think it’s kind of silly to brush off characterization entirely based on the split hairs of orientation of a fake character. And I got called biphobic for a week.

[greypetrel]

9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @scribbledquillz and @buridanshorse, thank you very much to both of you! :D As a premise: what can I say, I'm having a Raina moment here and I may be writing from a trashcan.

Last Song: ... I'm studying German on Duolingo and I got one exercise right because a friend living in Austria, who shares my love for trash, once sent me this song. And of course I had to listen to it again. Anton aus Tirol, Dj Otzi. ... Thank you Anton for helping me with German, I guess.

(my "learnt Russian words through a song" one is the russian version og "So Long and Thank for all the Fish". I still today know the lyrics in Russian better.)

Currently Watching: I'm a true slowpoke with tv shows. So much of a slowpoke than I'm watching Supernatural. I think I'll stop at season 10, I've reached my limit of tolerance for sacrifices and people who somehow aren't as dead as we all thought they would be. (Sorry Rowena, you're a delight for sore eyes, but you aren't enough.) (I have made questionable decisions, yes.)

Currently Reading: Lilou, believe it or not, I started City of Brass yesterday. x°D I laughed when I read the tag. Anyway, City of Brass by Shannon A. Chakraborty.

Current Obsession: Please you can all gasp in surprise at the fact, but: Dragon Age. Also kinda obsessing over the Anti-Chef video, I put them on while I work and it's good company.

As for tags go... @salsedine , @ndostairlyrium , @demandthedoodles , @daggerbean , @zenstrike , @cao-the-dreamer (chiedimi se mi ero accorta che eri italiano. Chiedimelo.) @idolsgf @transprincecaspian @rowanisawriter

and YOU who are reading and would like to do it. Particularly if you have some answers that are even more trash than mine.

[poolboyservice]

I was gonna respond via tags but I am a big talker and the tags were too cramped

to be honest, I cannot remember WHY you had to take away religious items for the meantime, lore speaking. Outside of lore, though, it was a direct reference to vampires and even certain kinds of zombie media, where they have an extreme aversion or weakness to religious items, likewise with how they and TVES have something to do with the sun and so on. TVES was practically inspired by vampires/zombies, along with analog horror/infection AUs such as Mandela catalogue, my little worms, and the tangi virus. Not exactly proud to admit that, but I can't change the past, as much I want to.

Though, if I had to guess on what I had in mind for the LORE reasons: it's basically so the person doesn't hurt themselves or others, whether it's by choking, stabbing, or any other bodily harm. It also is why if the room has a window with glass, you need to board it up instead, so they don't break it and hurt themselves. It's actually a direct reference to Party Poison, as they have a rosary on their wrist.

That's just my best guess, but if you have theories yourself, I'm more than happy to accept such, because I honestly have blackout amnesia on making this post and cannot remember my original ideas (go figure)

as for the party poison thing: we were going to make a fanfiction on what happened, which was going to be in the form of diary entries written by either Jet Star or Kobra Kid. It would originally start with the four (+ girl) coming back from a firefight, where party complains about being dizzy and extremely thirsty, before going back inside for yhe rest of the day. It would progress from there, going through all the symptoms of TVES but with the addition of growing teeth, coughing up fire, and other "supernatural symptoms". Basically it was TVES nightmare mode. It was honestly based off of real experiences I went through, although very much exaggerating such lol

I had a small draft going on, too! However, due to severe mental health decline, school pressure, and general stresses of life, I ultimately had to give up on writing altogether. It started as a break, but then spiraled to a hiatus. I'm better now, or as good as I can get, and I'm getting back to writing! I may revamp either this, or refresh my fanfic idea. I really like TVE, but I feel disappointed in myself for basically abandoning it and, by extension, failing you guys.

MADE A FAKE ILLNESS FOR THE KILLJOYS UNIVERSE OMG?!?!

I'm gonna make this a fanfic and post on ao3, if you're curious and wanna read ;] short summary I made before we get into symptoms and whatnot:

Television Eyes Syndrome, also known as TVE or TES, is a condition developed from prolonged, direct exposure to the sun outside of Battery City. Its name was derived from the false assumption that this condition was caused by the televisions made by BLI, due to the infected often being drawn to TV screens, though it's been learnt later on that this behavior is caused by the light it emits, and not the contents of the TV.

LONGER summary, symptoms, key signs to spot, and treatments under cut

While many people have been affected by this illness for decades ever since the Analog War, it's only recently that it's been recorded with an actual name. Though not contagious, the people who get affected can act very violent and caution is to be taken when treating them. The people who go through this limbo between normal zone runner and wavehead are often called 'heliacs', due to them often behaving in ways that can be described as near hysterics, and the origin of the disease coming from the sun. One of the most famous and well known cases of TVE/TES is Party Poison, partly due to their fame, but also how disturbing the case was, as described by their fellow members.

Symptoms of Television Eyes (TVE/TES) include but are not limited to:

Dizziness

Splotches of red skin, tones may vary

Yellow sclera

Exhaustion

The intense desire to go outside that doesn't go away after doing so

Loss of the feeling of needing to drink

Difficulty or inability to produce saliva, tears, and sweat

Frequent vomiting

Difficulty eating or swallowing

Hair falling out

Key signs of Television Eyes (TVE/TES) to look in other people:

Mildly slurred speech

Knotted hair

Odd attraction towards light of any kind (confusion with the sun)

Abnormal behavior

Includes behavior such as staring up towards the sky, constant staring at lamps, headlights, or other sources of light

High levels of irritation with no previous history of such

Involuntary smiling or giggling (effects of the high given from the sun)

If the heliac reaches to latest stages, or successfully transitions to a wavehead, treatment is still possible, but very difficult to achieve.

Instructions for if someone you know is holding these symptoms:

Keep them inside at all costs

Take all possible weapons away from their possession

Keep lights off or as dim as possible if needed

Do not interact with them verbally or give eye contact during the day

Such communication is less risky as night, but caution is needed

Take away all religious items from their possession, this is for their safety

Lockdown:

Keep them confined within one room, this is for their safety

If there is a window within that room, board it up, so they cannot access the outside, nor can they break the glass

If the window has no glass, simply install tarp from the outside so they cannot tear it down

Make sure the door is locked, or barricaded

If they try to call out for you to let them out, do not listen, this is for your safety

If they are actively roaming outside of just one room, keep close friends and loved ones away from their sight

Keep them inside the room until it is all quiet

[deancasforcutie]

Dean complimenting fellow queer people on their game

Bonus inverse, trying to out-game someone to vicariously flirt for/with your presumed-but-not-at-all-straight friend who has no game whatsoever:

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 2

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.

[go-learn-esperanto]

"Reading the news is important!"

The news I read:

[dogearedheart]

day 3: monster

Yes, she's a werewolf. Yes, she's a hunter. And yes, she will kick your ass no matter what because that's just what Claire does.

[darkshrimpemotions]

"Please. I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben... and now I've lost Sam. Don't make me lose you too." INSANE thing to say to the godmoded fallen angel that just wiped away the wall protecting the aforementioned Sam's sanity. Literally he just broke the person you spent your entire childhood being programmed to protect, and in your mind this is still fixable! He can still come back and be forgiven after that! Don't make me lose you too INSANE show for UNHINGED people. Sera how did you expect us to accept Cas's villain arc when Dean wouldn't even after Cas BROKE Sam's BRAIN?!

[bunnieswithknives]

You know, considering that Dale has a big interest in anything that can make him money

Would he use his newfound form to make a profit?

I feel as though, if it was Dev who got that bite, he'd totally use it for profit. Be it filming Dev like he's filming a odd dog, or caging him like he's some sort of attraction.

Oh, imagine all the promotions he could do! All the money he could make! All for the low low price of sacrificing his son

Too bad it wasn't Dev who got bit though

As addicted to money as Dale this is, quite literally, his worst nightmare come to life. He is horrified by his body and the idea of letting anybody see him like this is too mortifying to bare. not to mention he fully believes this is direct punishment for his actions.

As for using Dev a money making tool like that... horrifyingly, he probably would if he could get away with hiding that it was his child. That being said this never would have happened to Dev.

[foundfamilyhq]