#then my alt is drawing but it just makes me frustrated and sad to see how much i’ve regressed and i’m SO quick to

[alorz]

Brother 🧐

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

It Had To Be You

Before I get into my big explaining rant, reblogs are very much appreciated! I know this is usually a rant blog but when I spend so long on a drawing I want to have people see it and stare at it like I do LOL

Also for the ALT text, a lot of the details are going to be explained below so if you’d like extra details please read!

So, my designs! I really hate Husk’s design; as in I hate drawing it. It’s too red and tiny for me, Husk is very orange and round to me, he’s like a really chubby cat that you flip over in the bed and smack their belly and kiss em. He also kinda reminds me of Tigerstar from Warriors but like if he was a more morally correct person. Kind of. I removed all of the red from Husk and replaced it with little motifs of orange and brown like in his ears, his eyebrows, wings, and the little patch on his snout. For his wings I tried to base them around a Brown Thrasher because they fit the colour I needed and they’re very defensive birds which is a trait I’d like to see in Husk more. Seeing him protecting others with his wings in Episode 8 was a very cute touch and I want more of that. Oh and the little orange bit on his snout was based on one of my old cats named Whiskey and I thought that was fitting cause yknow. Whiskey. 🥃. Also it’s cute!

Part of Husk’s orange colouration also falls under some inspiration I received from @bluehazardanonymous whom you may see on my blog again. But they sent me a very interesting colour chart and it made my brain go funny

Husk’s design has a lot of orange, yellow, and small hints of red like his undone bowtie and hat band/ace of hearts card. The orange for gluttony is mostly related to alcohol and such, meanwhile the yellow in his eyes, shirt patch, and on the button on his hat are to show greed from things like gambling and possible leftovers from being an overlord. I don’t think you can just go from being all powerful to some random bartender and NOT have some kind of thirst for power right???? That also bleeds into the red parts (haha cause blood red) to keep his design on the warm side and have a little bit of anger in there.

His clothes are also supposed to look a bit sloppy and kinda sad cause I mean. He is. But they are also all relatively formal items of clothing. By the way I’m never drawing this guy shirtless, sorry you need to beg and pay for that/j

Now for Angel. With Angel being pink-ish and how I usually draw the rest of Hell, I try to make Hell more gross looking and greenish/sickly, generally unpleasant, so that Angel is more eye catching and pops out more like a celebrity would. A lot of the cast in my head is more orange/maroon coloured, not a lot of pink or salmon colours. Of course pink is under lust on the colour wheel, but I personally don’t like chalking Angel up to just his job, nor do i really like using “true” pink. I always keep him in this range:

Also that white is not for him it’s for other things, I always make him a cream-ish colour. I like pink with red undertones always, especially for Angel. It shows his job very blatantly if you take a simple glance at him, but if you’re nuts like me and colour pick from these that I use, you’ll see a lot of them are closer to red, rather than the bright pink-ish-purple colour for lust. And also closer to his original more purple design!

I think it goes without saying that Angel has a lot of pent up anger and frustration that he hides with his persona and humour, and I think trying to show some of that in his colours is a lot more interesting than just haha pink gay spider. I dunno.

Also I thought these little cowlick flip thingies on the side were really cute

I was originally going to make the sign in the back purple since that’s usually the colour of most XXX signs in Hazbin, but the yellow makes everything else look a lot more dingy and gross while still being bright and I love that. Also the yellow is kind of a shallow jab of my own at the adult entertainment industry, a lot of this stuff is just people being exploited for money but I will go on a tangent about this if I don’t shift topic!! Anyway. A lot of the background isn’t super visible, but based on the colours I was kinda going for a more envy & wrath & greed section of the pride ring. Just seems like a good place to smoke. The rain doesn’t hold much symbolism to it but it is there to make the area seem more unpleasant. Yknow how it rains sometimes and the sewage in the street comes up? Like that.

Im really happy with a bunch of stuff in this art. 10 hours, 184+ layers, and 11751 strokes is probably the most I have ever done for.. anything????? Even if you don’t like the art I hope you appreciate the long rant LOL

Be sure to have a good day and drink something ‼️

[lifmera]

hi mera!! i hope you’re having a lovely day! could i please request a hazbin hotel, chainsaw man, and twisted wonderland matchup if it isn’t too much?

pronouns | she/they

preference | it doesn’t matter!

personality | very shy, but once i’m comfortable with you i become very chaotic! i tend to be mean affectionately when i get comfortable and just say what’s on my mind without much thought cause i know i can trust you. i am the type of the person to tell you if what you’re doing could get you hurt or in trouble in some way. i’m also very big about honesty so it’s rare that i ever tell a lie, especially to people close to me. hence why i want people to be straight up and not lie to me. not very big on people i don’t know well touching me, but if you’re close to me you can hug me if you’d like.

when i’m frustrated or angry, it happens often but it’s never truly that deep. like i’ll be angry but it won’t be for long. i do lash out at people, but it is often not just one thing that caused me to do it, it’s a build of of things over time.

being sad is just the same way, it builds up over time until it boils over. i cry a lot when i’m sad, same with when i’m angry, because i don’t know where to let out my emotions.

appearance | my hair color changes often, but right now it’s blue and purple! my hair cut is a wolf cut with bangs! i’m very pale with pale blue eyes and i’m about “5’3” to “5’4” in height! my style is grunge or alt, but i like to keep it simple! so just cargo pants, a plain t-shirt, and some high tops and jacket will do!

hobbies | archery, writing, reading, drawing, collecting, gaming

likes | 80s music, vampiric aesthetics, victorian fashion, cats

dislikes | bugs, spiders, thunder, loud noises, arguing

lil extras | istp | pisces

i’m a very all over the place person so i hope this is okay! thank you! <3

HI HUN!!! IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. IM TRYING 😭🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with…. CHARLIE, DENJI & MALLEUS

Pretty wide variety… i know!

She LOVES your personality once you start to become comfortable.

She loves to be chaotic with you. Shes just a chaotic energy in total.

She’d love if you kept her AND other people out of trouble! Thats why she loves you so much :)

Shes also huge about honesty. Did you see what happened with vaggie!

She understands boundaries. Although she’s probably huge on touch, I feel like she wouldn’t do anything unless you initiated it.

When you lash out, she tries to help you not bottling up your emotions, and talking to her anytime something happened, she’ll love to hear whats going on.

She loves your outfits and your hair!! She thinks its super unique, and would say “opposites attract”

DENJI

Chaotic trio w power!!

If you playfully are mean to him he’ll do the same. I also think he’d try to bite you as a joke. Like chomp chomp.

Hes HUGE on honesty. Like what happened with makima…? Yikes..

Please help him stay out of trouble. He’s always doing something hella nuts or putting himself in danger. Although most of the times he prob won’t listen, he might!!

I think he might be a little annoying, so it’ll make you get angry, but if you talked about it to him.. 100% he’ll try to fix it!

Loves how u look. Honestly probably fell for you bc of it!!

He would probably game with you. And he’d enjoy it so much and be like.. “could you teach me…”

Teach him all your hobbies. PLEASE. HE’D LOVE TO DO IT ALL. He’ll suck butt at drawing and painting but please. It’d be so fun.

He’ll kill all the bugs for you <3

I honestly think at first he’d be scared of thunder, but he’d start to like it, and help you!!

MALLEUS

Definitely found out abt you thru Lilia. Lilia approached you cus of your style and was like… we need to be bsfs.

He’s also pretty quiet, but when you get comfortable around him, he’d LOVE how chaotic you are.

I think he HATES when people are too uptight. And will look to you for a break!!

Malleus might be a frustrating partner since he seems closed off, but i promise its just cause he doesn’t have friends and he needs to learn :(

He’d be so happy to find out the reason you were shy at first is bc you’re awkward and you aren’t scared of him like everyone else.

He’d be fine with whatever you did to him. Honestly if you lash out at him, he’d be a little taken aback but he’d let you let all your emotions out, and try to help you through it all.

I also think he’d suck at art. At first. I think he’d pick it up super quickly. He’s pretty good at everything.

I think at first he’d also suck at comforting but after a while he’d be super great at it.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3

[w98pops]

Still cant believe a fucking terf is in fallout fandom intecacting with trans creators and drawing her ugly stereotypical twink transmasc character. You should be ashamed

What is even happening to my inbox anymore. Idk if it's the same person that asked about Sharky or not, but it really makes me uncomfortable.

I don't know where the TERF stuff even come from, but I'm very open with my political views and yeah, I was a radfem in 2019 or something. I also was a very vulnerable sad russian teenager. I know not a lot of people on tumblr aware of all the intricacies of russian internet scene, but I assume you, anon, have some knowledge, because you called me a TERF in the first place.

There's an internet phenomenon called "alt-right pipeline" and I fell in the simular thing called "TERF pipeline". This shit is inevitable for every single afab person that speaks russian. It's a really big thing. I don't say it's an excuse to be a bigot, but I was 12 when i first touched the internet. I was insecure, very fucking poor and spiteful. Also I had and (still have) some hormone problems and was generally a pretty ugly girl so coped with it by drawing ponies and hating on elusive and mysterious "men in skirts" these smart twitter girlies always talked about.

To be perfectly honest, I genuinely don't understand what russian TERFs are fighting for or against, I was in this shit for solid few years and still have no idea. I mean, now it's illegal to be transgender in Russia (a real law), but it wasn't a win for these angry teenage girls, it was a win for genocidal bigoted russian government, the same one that legalized domestic violence (also a law. its officially not a real crime in this country). I went off the topic and started ranting about my frustrations with the government again FUCK 😭

I tried to say that russian internet is genuinely a fucked up place, but I lived in the middle of Siberia in a village, ideologically only had my orthodox grandma, racist older brother and TERFs on the internet. I only started to learn english a few years ago, so i didn't have enough options before that. Or, to better words, didn't have enough knowledge to be a better person.

I'm really really and sincerely fucking sorry for that. Like, truly. It was really fucked up and I'm ashamed of stuff I said and supported blindly. I now have resources and have some media literacy in my disposal and basic understanding of english to educate myself about the topics I'm talking about. I'm trying my hardest to show support and love to all my queer friends and mutuals, and as an artist I do all I can to be inclusive, not because I feel the need to, but because I want to.

I have no right to speak about trans people and their issues and I won't. I don't know if Sharky is as bad as anon described, because I'm biased (this is my character after all) and not educated enough to acknowledge all the stereotypes associated with transmasculinity. I would really enjoy to hear opinions of my fellow transmen. To address some of my choices regarding his design and writing:

- He wears pink, because it's a quirky color that doesn't show up much in Fallout. Never meant to de-masculate him or to ridicule him. It's my favorite color, after red and brown, which are the primary colors of Wendy.

- He has a silly personality and a carefree attitude because 1) I'm projecting and 2) Wendy needed a character to balance out her awkward and moody autism

- He's a girl's boy and has wives. I didn't have the reason to make him not like girls. I wanted him to be an example of positive masculinity and solidarity. He is a straight dude who loves women. Not just sexually attracted to them or sees them as pets. They are his partners. With their own personalities and lives. Also I wanted to make a full circle 😭😭😭 I'm asexual and bi-romantic. I like boys, girls, all between and beyond boys and girls and don't really think sex is a big thing for me. Aletus likes boys, Sharky likes girls and Wendy likes when there's no sex. Pretty simple, I think.

Hope this explains why Sharky is the way he is. Would still really appreciate an opinion from a trans person. Or any kind of feedback really, because I've been feeling really fucking bad lately and can't objectively reflect on my choices. Also more questions about my OCs are very much welcome. There's a lot of stuff that made me feel like I've been misiforming people, including this anonymous message, and I will specify anything you want to know. Thank you all a lot.

[ghoul-bonez]

~Through the Wind and Rain~

Chapter 2 (Freedom Flight)

OC x OC set in the “Avatar: The Way of Water” universe…

Summary: Niri’te’s aunt stepped in after her Parent’s death, but when she fails to make Niri’te feel loved she decides to leave. Niri’te’s decision to leave was final, she just had to get her aunt to understand that.

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: Chap 2! I have an interesting alt chapter/ some extra content about this chapter I might post later?

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Chapter 2 (Freedom Flight)

My Aunt had really stepped into my life after my parent’s death. I wanted nothing to do with her at first. I missed my mom and I took it out on my aunt, her sister. I blamed her for my parents death although she had nothing to do with it. I had convinced myself that if she had just tried even a little to convince one of them to stay I would have at least one parent to raise me.

However, deep down I knew it wasn’t her fault, she had her hands full that day with my cousins and me, and helping with the injured. As I grew I came to realize that, but every time I saw her it was a painful reminder of my mom. They looked so alike.

I wasn’t a bad kid per say, but I definitely found myself in more than a few rough spots. I was independent from a young age, not wanting her help or guidance, and that frustrated her beyond belief. I was treated well though, with love and as much respect she could give with me always causing some sort of trouble. I believe she loved me.

Everything changed when she had her new baby. She had no time for me and my antics and she became more and more hostile towards me, straining what fragile relationship we had before. Yes, me and the baby were both related to her by blood, but I did not come from her. I was just a sad reminder of my parents, of her sister. I was not worth her time and trouble anymore.

She always told me I reminded her of her sister, my mom. Everything I did was “so much like her”. She would see me around and comment, “You draw your bow just like your mother did.”

Eventually she left me to my own devices, basically giving up on me other than her kelku being where I would sleep at night. At least she provided me with shelter. Her comments about my mom just made the pain so much worse, knowing she saw my mom in me, but she still chose to abandon me.

Many of the other people in the clan tried to watch out for me. A few tried to step into a parental role, but nobody could gain my trust. I much preferred to keep to myself than join others.

Even the Olo’eyktan had tried to help. He sent his children to make friends in hope that I would settle down and stop causing trouble if I had someone to be around. Some friends. We never clicked, I blamed it on myself being a few years older than them, but I knew inside it was because I felt I couldn’t trust them.

I didn’t trust my aunt, but I still lived under her roof so I had been bothering her for weeks now. I knew she was tired of the constant arguments, but it all came to a head when I had brought it up on a day when we were both exhausted from our day's work. I was tired, about to drop to the ground, and I knew she was as well, but I couldn’t help but press the issue again.

I sighed and pulled at my hair, frustrated. I knew we would never get anywhere in this conversation with the way it was going, but I continued anyway, “Why is it fair that the Sullys got to leave and I can’t?”

I know my aunt was tired of hearing me talk about this by now. I had been trying to convince her to let me leave for weeks, but she wasn’t budging, “Niri’te, Jakesully was Olo’eyktan, and they were being hunted! The option for them to leave was very hard on them, hard on everyone in the clan, and you can’t just follow because you want to. His family has already brought enough trouble to the Metkayina people, they won’t accept you as easily. Along those lines, if you leave and they get into more trouble you will be dragged into it too. I won’t let you put yourself in danger by following them. I care about you and your wellbeing. I have taken care of you for years now so I feel like I’m allowed to tell you no when you ask me to leave.”

“You have done nothing for me! You do not care about me, you care about your sister. If you cared about me you wouldn’t give me leftover clothes. The clan feeds everyone, not you. You give me shelter yes, but you resign me to a tiny corner in the kelku. I am not wanted. You do not want me!” I hissed loudly at her, my ears pinned back and baring my teeth in anger.

We kept arguing, insults being thrown at each other, “Don’t be a skxawng! Your home is here!” She had yelled at me fiercely, baring her teeth back at me.

I hissed quietly in frustration “You don’t make it much of a home!”

Frustration was building inside both of us, she shouted at me, “I am doing my best for you! Why can’t you see that!”

I knew my cousins were outside, pressing their ears to the wall of the kelku to hear what was going on, the youngest peeking under a crack between the ground and walls. I could hear them muttering to each other, sharp words being cast towards me. I paused, listening to them. I could not lose this argument with them watching from the sidelines.

My aunt spoke again, drawing my attention away from them, “Are you really going to leave your parents behind? Their bodies lay here, their vitras within our Tree of Souls.”

I looked at her with anger behind my eyes, “I will carry them wherever I go, Eywa would never fail her people by leaving their loved ones where they were put to rest.”

My aunt snarled, “Eywa does not fail her people. Are you really one of her people? Would one of her people abandon the family they were born into?”

Frustration was building within me quickly, I had to do something to get ahead in the argument. I had been thinking about this option for a few days, not wanting to use it, but this argument was the worst, and there would be no rebuilding our relationship after this, “I’ll just leave in the middle of the night then. You can't stop me.”

She looked infuriated with me, “You can’t just disappear, think about us! Think about your family! Plus Jakesully said it’s hard being there. You aren’t built for the sea, and the people there will not accept you. You talk about this not being your home, imagine being somewhere where you know nobody.” She groaned afterwards, knowing I wasn’t listening.

I wanted to hit her hard, “I don’t have family here anymore.” The look on her face was shock and horror, hatred taking over soon after, “I’m leaving. I fly tonight. You can’t stop me.”

She clearly knew I was checked out of the conversation so he said one last thing before I would inevitably storm off, “Jakesully already lost one of his kids, I will not lose you! I cannot lose you. Your mother will never let me rest if I lose you!” and that was the last straw for me.

I knew about Neteyam, everyone was so distraught when we had gotten the news, and what happened had definitely scared me, but I was too stubborn to back down now. I had made up my mind before his death, and I would not let it change my mind.

I hung out around the camp until it got dark, eating dinner with the clan and wrapping up any loose ends, but once night came I snuck around, gathering things I would need, mostly clothes and food for the trip. I didn’t own much of my own stuff, preferring to borrow things when I needed them. Once I got to where my ikran was I saw my aunt who was carrying my bow and just sadly smiled at me, handing it off.

She obviously hated my decision, but I could tell she had somewhat come to terms with the fact that I was leaving no matter what she said by the look on her face, “I hope you know what you’re doing. Good luck. If anything goes wrong you will always be welcomed back here.” She pulled me into a hug afterwards. I let her hug me until she decided to let go.

“I will be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said to her, hopping onto my ikran, “I hope to visit sometime, but until then goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Niri’te.” She smiled back at me, regret showing on her face, before speaking again, “I see you.” Her saying that to me meant the world, like she was finally accepting the way I felt, accepting my need to find my place in the world. I smiled even wider, allowing myself to bask in the happiness of the moment.

I gave my ikran the command to lift off the ground then we were flying off. We flew above the treetops and I felt more excited than I ever had before.

I felt free, truly free, as the wind blew through my hair, whipping it around behind me. I always thought the forest looked beautiful from above and it was no exception in the night time. The bioluminescence glowed everywhere as nocturnal animals roamed around below me. Some animals resting in trees, sleeping high up in the top branches where I could barely spot them.

After flying for a while I eventually saw the edge of the ocean up above, and sped my ikran up, racing towards it, feeling excitement bubble up inside me. I let out a loud excited laugh and yelled at the top of my lungs. I was really doing it, leaving. I felt invincible to any negative energy, and if I felt any I quickly shook it off, my worries could wait.

For now I was free.

Once I reached the edge of the ocean and passed the barrier I felt it on my skin, the rain. It was raining, but with me it was always raining. My dad, my aunt, everyone I knew called me “the bringer of rain”.

It rained the day I was born. It poured, but the clan was happy because there was a drought.

The rain made itself welcome once again on the day of my first communion with Eywa, a light drizzle compared to the day I was born, but a part of the celebration nonetheless.

It rained on my first birthday, then my second, and my third, until I couldn’t count how many birthdays got rained out.

We started planning celebrations the day after so it wouldn’t be held in the gloomy rain.

My mother however did not see the rain as gloomy or as something to dampen a celebration.

Once when I was younger my mother referred to the rain as the bringer of life. She would call me “the bringer of life”, as if I was one with the rain itself. She told me, “The rain is not something to fear. It is Eywa blessing the land with the ability to bring life. The rain connects all of us, from the biggest palulukan, to the smallest blade of grass. The rain connects us like a web, feeding the plants, the animals that eat the plants, the animals that eat those animals. We, The People, are also in the web, and not only do we eat those animals, but it refills our water supply and helps us grow our crops. The rain is a beautiful thing, the bringer of life.”

In the pitch black of night time with the rain falling all around me the ocean was deep and dark below me, and as waves crashed against occasional groups of rocks the water would splash up and hit me.

It was a little scary in the dark, but I flew closer to the water, passing more rocks to feel the exhilaration the spray of the water brought me. As I watched glowing fish dart around under me I couldn’t help but believe that I would grow to love the ocean, maybe even more than the forest.

In the morning Eywa had decided to bless me with good weather because as ellipse ended the sky was clear, barely any clouds above. The rain had moved on. I could see better now and watched as sea life splashed around under me. The crystal clear water was beautiful and allowed me to admire the formations of coral and the creatures that lived in them below me.

Eventually after a very long tiring flight I made it to the island I was trying to find. As the Metkayina village came into view I smiled, admiring the beautiful architecture of their huts and the walkways they had built between them. A horn-like sound rang out over the area as I circled the beach in front of their homes a couple times before landing on it. As I dismounted my ikran I looked around at the beach and people surrounding me. I was even more excited to be here than I was before I left.

Word Bank:

Kelku (Omatikaya homes)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Skxawng (Idiot, moron)

Vitra (Soul, spirit)

Tree of Souls (Omatikaya sacred tree)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Ikran (Mountain Banshees)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

[wishhouse-in-your-soul]

for the character ask game....... eileen for all of them :-D ? or just whichever you want hehe

(Rolls up sleeves)

🏳️‍🌈lgbt+ headcanon: Hell yeah she's bisexual... to be honest, I think she fluctuates a bit between bi and pan but labels herself as bi because she likes the flag's colors more

💌fluffy headcanon: She likes to bake. ��️ I don't think she's bad at cooking--she just doesn't have much fun with it, but she thinks baking is fun and likes to bake for people. (Richard will Not Tell Her when his birthday is, much to her dismay)

💔angsty headcanon: So uuuh those traumatic memories of almost dying and limping around hellworld while getting possessed aren't going to leave particularly quickly. Her method of dealing with that trauma is self harm, namely digging her fingernails into her shoulders or arms until they draw blood.

🧸 hurt/comfort headcanon: My fetish is basically 'what if characters were sad and hugged through their trauma' and 20/21 is kinda perfect for that. >:) Also give me some tender scar touching and I become sickos.jpg

🪀silly headcanon: Unironically loves Garfield.

💤sleep headcanon: She's the big spoon >:3

✨a ship i like with this character: huh I wonder

🔪a ship i Don't like with this character: Ehhh there's nothing that I passionately hate but I only get warm fuzzies for 20/21

🎃something i think they're afraid of: Hates walking anywhere while alone in the dark u-u

📦overall feelings about them: I love her I kiss her mwah

📢favorite thing about them in canon: Archeology line! We love a woman in STEM. It's only mentioned once, sure, but that's cool...

🧨least favorite thing about them in canon: Nurse outfit, lolol. Or rather, I hate that the two female characters in the game get sexy alt outfits while Henry doesn't (I think Cynthia's worse though given her lack of screen time). If Henry had a sexy outfit too I wouldn't complain. 😤

💬favorite line they've said: One of the lines she says while following you is (something like) 'This hurts too much to be a dream, and I can see you so clearly.' and I just?? My heart?? Hug ur escort mission, Henry...

🔔unpopular opinion: I like her? dhsjfd That doesn't seem so unpopular now but it sure was a decade ago! I get frustrations with escort missions but she's sweet and since Henry's more quiet and reserved, having someone who is more talkative tagging along makes the second half of the game less repetitive.

🔊a song that reminds me of them: Admittedly, a lot of it is just that this song came out around the first time I played SH4, but Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men.

You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ...And I mean, it's a bop.

📝misc thoughts/headcanons (you can specify something not on this list or i can say whatever comes to mind first!) ...Is it canon that she's supposed to be bottom heavy because I could've sworn I read that somewhere but I haven't been able to find it again. Anyway she's a thick legged queen.

[m-lesmxrales]

Come Closer

Continuation to ‘If The World Was Ending’

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: just a sad baby girl

Summary: You’ve been with Natasha for the last eleven years. After the events of the snap, you find eachother again. And now that you have, all you want her to do is grow closer. To share all her burdens.

Words: 1.8k+

Natasha cuts the intercoms, ending her weekly check in with— well not the avengers, but hero’s. Whoever was left, whoever was willing to lend a hand, to help keep this world and many of the others in the universe safe.

Safe from any future, present or past threats.

Letting out a breath, she slumps into her office chair, exhaustion finally kicking in. And man, was it kicking her ass.

Natasha had found herself more indulged in her work since the snap had occurred, since the avengers had disbanded. Leaving one by one, either rarely visiting, venturing off, learning to cope with what had happen in whatever way shape or form. The five out of the six were gone and she couldn’t blame them, not one bit.

Steve only came to visit the compound every now and then. While Tony had his family and cottage up north, the two of you making time here and there to visit.

In the end everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, lovers.

—

“I know you can’t cook, but damn.” You tease, a smile growing as you watch the red head munch on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, glass of water to accompany it. You lean against the door frame, silently watching your lover.

She stares at you for moment, her jaw gradually moving up and down before swallowing. Letting out a long breath out, she leans back in the office chair, setting her left foot on the table, next to the scattered papers and books.

She’s silent, taking in your presence. She had still been taking in the fact that you’re here for the last four years. Physically here. That she hadn’t just imagined that day three years ago.

You take a step into the room, eyes glancing at the work scattered about “You can’t just eat pb & j all day, Nat.” You mumble, walking closer to the desk. “I can cook you something, anything. Even if it’s like- I don’t know, ratatouille, I’ll make it.”

The red head smirks, eyes softening as she listens to you. She’d always loved that about you, the effort you put into this relationship. Into everything you’re passionate about. Everything you loved and cherished. Glad she was one of the people you did cherish.

“Didn’t like my attempt at it the last time?” She asks, a light smirk resting on her lips.

Your finger tips linger over the report in front of her foot, skimming over the contents, a chuckle emitting from your throat “Attempt? That was your attempt?” You tease her. It wasn’t that Natasha was a terrible cook, overall, she was just a terrible cook when it came to dishes that had more than eight steps.

She’s silent again, only humming in response. Clearly in a daze, in her own mind.

Her own world.

These episodes only increased as the years went by. Not exactly sure what to do, you’d idly sit by and watch her. Or leave her to her own thoughts, not wanting to intrude, afraid of pushing too far for answers she wasn’t prepared to give you.

To share with you.

You’d watch as she would re-dye her hair blonde,—though, you did miss the red—try to maintain it. Almost as if she wanted it to remain the same for when everyone came back. And then there came a day when she just, stopped, letting the red fuse in. Which you couldn’t complain about. You loved how it looks now, how long it had gotten. Reminding you of a raging flame.

That’s when you knew things had shifted, Your worries growing further. Knowing that this wasn’t getting any better—whatever she was holding in—just worse. The aura she held, as if there was no faith.

No hope.

Of course you knew she hadn’t completely given up, taking over all responsibilities. You could see she hadn’t, because she still had a fire burning inside her.

It showed daily, in every way, shape and form. How she overworked herself, lacking proper meals and living off of coffee to keep her up when she couldn’t sleep. Even if you had been in bed next to her, it seemingly wasn’t enough to distract her mind from all her ‘faults’.

The guilt she holds.

If only she’d let you carry half of it.

You walk behind her, moving to her left, letting your lower half lean against the edge of the desk, “Hey..” you whisper, hoping to grab her attention. Aware that she’s not ignoring your presence. You watch as she swallows, tear slipping down her cheek. Drawing in a heavy breath, as she continues to stare ahead.

You reach for the top of the office chair, using your strength to pull it back, just enough for you slip between her and the desk. “Hey..” you repeat, right hand coming to rest on her shin, soothingly needing her calf with the pads of your fingers “look at me, please.”

Natasha’s head gently tilts up, eyes now focused on you, her hand coming up to wipe away a fresh tear. You take a deep breath, thumb rubbing circles against her black sweats “You can talk to me, you know that..” you start “I want you to talk to me, Nat. I’m worried.”

The red heads jaw slackens, eyes diverting from you to her side “I-“ she rasps, blinking back tears “I’m sorry.”

Your heart aches, the tone of her voice letting you know just how broken she truly is. Not used to how fragile it sounds now. She’d always spoken in such an assured and calming tone.

Leaning forward, you cup her jaw, placing a soft kiss against her forehead. Leaving them there for bit as you let your lids slacken.

There’s only so much she could possibly be apologizing for.

“You have nothing to be sorry for-”

Natasha shakes her head, pulling her head back to peer up at you “This- everything that I’ve lost- that we’ve lost..” she pauses, looking into your eyes “I could have done more, Y/N.”

“I should have fought harder that day, in Wakanda..” Her jaw flexes between your palms. You can tell the gears are grinding in her mind, winding up memory after memory.

“That day, at the airport, seven years ago. I watched all them fight against one another- my family, fight.” Natasha let’s out bitter chuckle, clearly disappointed with her own actions as well “And, I thought, what the hell are we doing? Is this really worth fighting over? Worth separating over?”

She can feel the lump growing in throat, trying her hardest to swallow it down “Then-“ her voice cracks, her chest heaving up “Then..I decided to leave with Steve. To leave you..” Her bottom lip trembles, thinking about that day.

That fact that she left you without an explanation, just a chaste kiss and note.

“I never wanted to leave you, Y/N..but I thought you’d be safer here.” She confesses.

Though, her judgement was wrong. Stark was quick to have you interrogated over Natasha’s whereabouts—despite you being employed under Stark Industry and the two you being quite close—knowing it would lead them to the rest. You knew it was out of anger, the feeling of betrayal fuming inside him. To his very core.

We’re you a tad upset? Of course. Nonetheless, you never held it against him.

Natasha? Now that was a different story.

“You did what you could, all of you did what you could.” You assure her.

“But-“

“It’s ok, Nat..” You cut her off, a gentle smile forming.

“Why are you smiling?” She asks with a puzzled expression. Your lips curl into a thin line as you give a short shrug “I’m just happy you were able to get that off your chest. I know you’ve been holding a lot and I didn’t wanna push to you talk. Figured you talk when you’re ready.”

And you were glad you did.

All those nights in bed alone when Nat would in her office, indulging in any work she could to distract herself. When she’d rush awake from another nightmare. The afternoons spent training herself, shot after shot, punch after punch. The times when she’d barley eat.

You sat and watched, comforted, soothed and supported her through it all.

The anger.

The frustration.

The grief.

The self-doubt.

All of it.

And you were proud of her regardless.

Proud of this moment. Proud that she had taken the time to unravel.

_To come closer. _

The end her lip curls a tad, all the love she holds for you evident in her eyes. Feeling as though some of the weight had been lifted off. Content with what she had spewed. Gratful that she had you, through all of it. Through all of this.

“Thank you..” she mutters.

Humming, you pull your hands away from her jaw, one coming to fiddle with a piece of her hair “Besides, we’ll get them back.”

She attempts to speak but you’re quick to cut her off “We’ll get them back.” You repeat, determination set in your eyes “Some way, somehow, we’ll get our family back. No matter how long it takes us.”

“What if we can’t?” She questions, a forehead creasing.

You let out a huff “There are no ‘what if’s’. We will. I know we will.” You let your thumbs stroke over her cheeks, her lips brushing against your palm “We’ll get a second chance, and we always get a second chance.”

Her eyes scans your features for a few moments before gently grabbing the back your neck “I love you.” She murmurs before pulling you into a warm kiss.

A knock breaks the silence along with the clearing of the throat.

Natasha retracts slowly, letting out a along breath, a little upset that the moment had to end.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Steve smirks, leaning against the door “Just thought I’d come check in on you two.”

“Could have walked away, Rogers.” You joke, turning your attention towards him. The man shrugs, walking into the room, taking a seat across from you two “But then we wouldn’t be able to enjoy this moment together, now would we?”

Just as you’re about to speak, an alert pops up. You quickly move from in front of Natasha.

“Oh, hi! Hi! Is-ah anyone home! This is Scott Lang!” A man’s voice calls.

You turn your body to face the project completely, every ones attention now set on the man waving, a van parked behind him “We met a few years ago-“

“Is this an old message?” Steve asks, now risen from his seat.

“It’s the front gate.” Natasha breathes. You glance over at her, catching the hope written all over her face.

Steve and Natasha look at one another, eyes widened, a look of bewilderedness before looking at you. You blink, snapping out of your daze, eyes shifting between the two.

The muscles in your jaw tense, a mass building your in chest. Your instincts screaming for you to trust it. 

Just like you had trusted it when Natasha had left. 

Just like how you let lead you back to the compound. Back to Natasha,

Back to this family.

That feeling. 

Hope.

That this, was gonna get your family back.

Because now, there’s a chance and you’d be damned if you let it pass.

Because now, all this hope won’t go to waste.

They won’t let it.

“Let him in.”

[yeojaa]

SUGAR HIGH, chapter xi. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  ~2700

chapter 11.  Decalcomania

The words escape him before he has a change to pull them back, reaction time slowed by whatever sandman's dust still lingers in his bloodstream.  They tumble forth, wrapped in hope and a big red bow.  An accident present he hadn't meant to give.  "You could keep me warm."  

"You can stay in here as long as you want."

The offer is earnest, kind - you know it means more than he let's on and he knows you understand it all the same.  This is a safe space, somewhere you can lay your head and forget about the world for a minute or two longer.  A haven for the weary and the brokenhearted.  You could never explain how grateful you were for it, for him.

You tuck your cheek against your arm, hoping to catch the tears that leak out still, drifting down your cheeks of their own accord.  "Thank you," you manage in a small voice, meeting his tender gaze.  You're not sure if he hears when he rises and steps past with all the care in the world.  

When fingers squeeze your shoulder - reassurance and understanding deposited like dust into the fabric of your sweater - you hiccup.  He leaves quickly, clicking the door shut behind him.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, curled into your knees.  

It's perfectly normal, you remind yourself when you're overcome with emotion again.  It's hardly been two weeks.  No one expected you to pick yourself off the ground in such a short period of time, so why were you ignoring the cuts on your knees, bandaging them with little white lies?  Didn't you understand that healing took time?  Your wounds would never cure at this rate, not when you still had gravel digging into your skin.

It was because of that nagging voice in the back of your voice, the one that was making you see stars any time you so much as looked in your best friend's direction. 

You told yourself it was only because you were hurting, that the stirring of your broken beaten heart was for all the wrong reasons.  You had to - because you didn't know how to face him otherwise.  You couldn't be around Jungkook, your fingers itching to hold hands that weren't yours any time he was within five feet of you.  You'd already caught yourself dipping dangerously into daydreams, nearly falling heels over head when he'd turn to you with that intoxicating smile.

What you were doing was for the best - for all of you. 

At least, that's what you tell yourself when his voice breaks the silence and your heart skips a beat.

"Soomi-ya."  It's almost pleading, trapped behind the frosted glass panes.  You can make out his silhouette, hunched forward as if to keep out the outside world.  "Can you open the door?"

The small, ashamed part of you wants to say nothing, forcing his hand until the silence goes too long and he leaves.  But you know that'll never happen because Jungkook doesn't just leave.  He never has and he never will.  You'd always loved that about him but faced with it now, you couldn't bring yourself to meet him.

"I'll be out soon."  A lie that sounds fake even to your ears.

"Please?"  He sounds so soft and sad, your heart aches.  Could you really say no to him when he was like this?  Did he deserve to stand on the other side of this impenetrable divide, unaware of its existence as you drifted further and further?  

The words he'd said earlier ring in your ears and with it brings guilt, the uncomfortable feeling sinking like lead into your veins.  He didn't hide things from you, so why were you so intent on shutting him out?  He'd proved time and time again that he was there for the long run but here you were, throwing him out with the wash. 

You're opening the door before you have time to talk yourself out of it.  You're not sure what your face looks like when you finally face him, but you're certain how his does. 

Glassy-eyed and aching longing in equal parts - a little boy left alone and lost.  It sears into your memory.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

Words overlap and at first, you're not sure who said what, his confession losing itself in the whisper of your question.  Why was he apologizing?  He looks so torn, those big doe eyes wide and begging as he wraps you up in every inch of himself, cradling you against his chest as he steps forward, pressing you back into the studio.

He's holding you as soft as he ever has and you can feel his breath hot on your hair.  It feels different, but you're not sure how.  Frankly, you don't know if you have it in you to consider why, because it feels too good - he feels too good.  It's too easy to pretend this is more than it is, that the way he holds you is anything more than platonic.  

You need to stop before you've done something you'll regret, hands fisting into the fabric of his hoodie. 

"Please don't."  It's the second time Jungkook's begged for you, pleading like a man on his last legs.  He's tightening around you and you can feel his shoulders shake, the intimidating line of his back trembling beneath whatever weight he's been carrying for so long.  The burden presses into every limb, dragging his tired body closer to the ground.  "Please don't push me away."

The cord snaps when you hear his voice, wet with tears.  

You're holding him like you could fix whatever this is, allowing him to drag you endlessly closer as your equilibrium shifts and you're on the couch, straddling his waist.  At any other time, you might've considered the sudden intimacy, the way his hips feel between you, your knees precariously held on either side of him.

"It's okay," you coo.  Your fingers move from where they've been gripping his shoulders, disappearing into the soft strands at the nape of his neck.  You lace comfort into the silk there, whispering sweet nothings into the crown of his head.  He's warm against you, the column of your throat alight with fire he sparks beneath his touch.  It's the tip of his nose, the curve of his lips, the angle of his chin - anywhere skin meets skin, you're burning from the inside out.

It's too much emotion all at once.  It's making your head swim but you can't let go, not when he's holding you like you're a buoy and he's about to go under.  

"Why won't you talk to me?"  Startled, you pull away just enough to make out the lines of his face, the flutter of his eyelashes and the drag of his bottom lip through his teeth.  The words catch you off-guard, though the question isn't meant to be cruel, only curious.  Hurt.  Confused.  

"I don't--"  You stop short, because if you said you didn't know you'd be lying, and isn't that what's brought you here, anyway?  Half-truths and guarded submissions, you refusing to hand out the key to your heart as if he didn't already have one tucked into his back pocket?  "I'm sorry," you manage, knowing that's not good enough.

"I'm your best friend, aren't I?" 

"You know you are."

"Then why?"  

You get it.  Really, you do.  If you'd been in his shoes, you'd be just as frustrated, just as off-balance.

You can't meet his stare, instead finding the cloth at his neck endlessly fascinating.  "Things are just weird right now."  The way he tenses beneath you doesn't go unnoticed, the tick of his jaw a dead giveaway.  You applaud him for not interrupting, though you know he wants to, his tongue pressed against his teeth as if aching to give his thoughts a platform.

You're wringing your hands in his hair, only realizing when you tug particularly hard, drawing a low whine from his throat.  You pat at the back of his neck in apology, smoothing your fingers over the downy-soft pieces.  He leans into your touch and neither of you comment on it when he's flush against you, the smooth expanse of his cheek comforting against the dip of your collarbone.  He hums a quiet noise - an unspoken wish for you to go on.

"I just don't want to lose you."  Another fabrication but one you decide is worth it.  It was close enough to the truth that you could run with it, letting it lead the rest of your words.  "I'm sorry if I've been weird.  I'm just so scared.  And I know what you're thinking."  Disbelief is written in his expression like the stars are hung in the sky.  "I can't help the way I feel."

Jungkook is quiet for longer than you expect, idly tracing patterns over the bunched up fabric of your back.  The longer the silence stretches on, the more you begin to fidget.  Had you said something wrong - or maybe you'd overstepped in some way, crossing the careful line you'd self-imposed without realizing it?

"I won't tell you how you're feeling is wrong."  He starts hard, like he's biting back the truth with concentrated effort.  You're grateful for that.  "But I am going to tell you that you'll never lose me.  Ever."  Whether he's trying to convince you or not, the words form a knot in your stomach, trapping the butterflies in a crystal cage of his words.  "We've been through everything together.  You're one of my best friends.  I'll never let you go, even if you ask me to."

The thought is so ludicrous you can't help but scoff.  He smiles at that.  

"So if things are weird for a while, fine."  It's begrudging but indulgent, because he'd rather weather this storm with you than leave you alone for even a second.  This is what he'd signed up for all of those years ago in the schoolyard.  "We'll get through it together because you're my family - and I love you, jagi."

It's not the first time he's said it, nor is it the sixth or the tenth or the hundredth.  You've heard these words a million times and you're sure you'll hear them a million more, but for a moment, you pretend they're different.  You allow yourself to imagine they're meant the same way you answer them.

"I love you, too."

"Soomi's going to stay over, okay?"  It's a statement more than a question, framed only out of habitual consideration for his housemates and directed only at the two members who still linger in the living room.  "She's already getting ready but I'm going to sleep out here."

You'd argued with him on that point, insisting it was okay.  You'd shared beds and more growing up, thinking nothing of it when you'd still just been kids, ignoring the changes of your bodies.  It had only been when the shirts you borrowed began to fit differently and the sweatpants he wore so well no longer stayed on your waist that you'd realized things weren't going to stay the same forever.  So you'd relented when he'd brought up how it would look, hiding the twinge in his chest behind a sharp laugh when you'd visibly flushed.  You were that put off with the thought that it hurt a little, stung the places you'd left your marks on him.  (And oh, how you'd ruined him, little pieces of you stuck like slivers in every part of him.)

"You didn't tell her."  Taehyung's the first to speak, disapproval evident in every line of his face and dripping from his words like molasses.  After everything they'd talked about - or rather, everything he had talked at Jungkook about - their golden maknae hadn't taken the plunge.  Unbelievable.

"That's fine."  It's Namjoon next, understanding all at once the implications of you sleeping apart.  He knew you did it out of respect but also something else - something you weren't quite ready to verbalize either to him or your lovesick best friend.  "You can crash in my studio, if you need privacy."  

"Or my room."  There's the equivalent of brotherly teasing in Taehyung's tone when he continues, "it'll be like when we were in the camper."  

Despite the offers, the youngest shakes his head, rubbing at his eyes with a closed fist.  Truthfully, he's exhausted.  He's ready to collapse face-down on the nearest acceptable place.  "Thanks, but it's okay."  A yawn and then another and then a last one, just for good measure.  He turns to the L-shaped couch and ignores the looks his hyungs toss him on their way back to their rooms, a mixture of fondness and concern.  "Goodnight!"  He calls, for good measure.

"Goodnight, Jungkook-ah.  Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Jungkookie."

Once he hears the click of separate doors, he all but collapses atop the cushions, not even bothering to rearrange the throw pillows behind his head.  He just stares lazily, thoughtlessly, cascades of moonlight throwing shadows across the walls.  He has no desire to pull the curtains closed. 

Every once in a while, the moon shifts behind clouds and he finds himself lost in the waning nighttime, thoughts drifting through his head with no start or beginning.  It feels a little like white noise, calming him. 

He's almost asleep by the time he realizes there's a blanket being thrown over him, a silhouette bathed in moonlight standing above him.  It takes him a few moments to recognize the shape of your nose, the curl of your tousled hair around your shoulders.  You're wearing one of his shirts, too long even for him;  it practically drowns you, grazing the tops of your knees that he notes, with surprise, are bare.  You've still got your socks on - a little striped set with bears peeking from the balls of your feet.  He's never seen you more beautiful.

"What're you doing?"  Dreams make his tongue heavy and his words slur, coarse with sleep. 

You must've not realized he'd woken up because you visibly recoil when he speaks, eyes growing to the size of saucers.  You immediately drop the edge of the quilt as if it's burned you and tuck your hands back into the safety of his too-long sleeves.  "I didn't mean to wake you up."  You refuse to meet his gaze, instead worrying your lip so hard it hurts.  You know it'll be hard to eat tomorrow, can already taste the faint tang of metal on your tongue.

"You didn't."  Reassurance in word and in touch, his hand extracting from his cocoon of warmth to lay gentle on your wrist, three fingers curling around delicate bone.

You finally meet his stare, half-lidded in the moonlight.  "I didn't want you to be cold."  And you hadn't been able to sleep yourself, tossing and turning in the too-big bed.  It felt wrong to be alone in a space that was so clearly his.  From the black sheets to the faint, clinging scent of his cologne - he was all around you, and yet not at all.  

The words escape him before he has a change to pull them back, reaction time slowed by whatever sandman's dust still lingers in his bloodstream.  They tumble forth, wrapped in hope and a big red bow.  An accident present he hadn't meant to give.  "You could keep me warm."  

"What?"

Your response feels like a kick to the teeth. 

"I just mean, um."  God, why had he said it?  And why were you looking at him like that, like you wanted to run from the room and never see him again?   "You could keep me warm.  With um, the blanket.  Your blanket could keep me warm.  Is keeping me warm."  It's so clearly the most feeble excuse he could give but he's trying not to trip over himself in his haste to explain, half-sitting up as he rambles.

Again, silence that makes Jungkook want to leap out of his skin and throw himself off the 11th story balcony.  Maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with the way you're staring down at him, un-moving.

What he wouldn't give to read your mind right now.

"Soo--"  He's trying again, desperate to piece together the fractured remains of this interaction, reshape it back into some semblance of comfort and normalcy.  But then you're turning and you're moving so quickly he doesn't have time to react, his fingers still curled around the shape of your wrist.  Your absence leaves him cold and wanting, staring after your figure like that'll do anything.

Guilt slams into his chest so hard he's almost falling back into the cushions, only catching himself when he hears your whisper. 

"Are you coming?"

notes.  CLIFFHANGER!!!  i really love this chapter because it feels a little like a step in the right direction.  i hope you enjoyed it, too.  :)

[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 3

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 37 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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Teenage Dirtbag by littleartemis E | 7k | Canon!verse, Hot, sub!dean, dom!cas

Dean gets magically deaged so he's physically young again. Problem is he's a 'twink' once more and he can't hunt like this. Frustrated he takes it out on Cas who's getting to the end of his patience and decides a spanking is in order. He just didn't figure in that Dean might enjoy it.

The Perks of Playing Quidditch by noangelsinthegarrison G | 1k | Fluff,  Wizarding World AU

“So,” Dean coughs, drawing Cas’s attention back to his eyes, “Any chance this taught you not to fly when you’re sick?    Cas chuckles low in his throat and thinks that if Dean Winchester catching him mid-air, strong arms holding him against a solid, warm chest, was his reward, he hasn’t learnt any such thing. He pushes the thought down before he can say it out loud and instead raises an eyebrow. “Dean, you played through a broken leg last year.

AGGHHHHHHHHHH SO CUTE  

Adiago by noangelsinthegarrison G | 6k | Fluff,  Dancer AU

“His name’s Dean," Cas sighs, "And he’s really stupidly attractive, and when he dances, he feels it, you know? And it makes me feel like I know him, even though I don’t. He makes me feel like… like he’s dancing just for me.    Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Wow you’re overdramatic when you’re horny.

This fic is super adorable. Lovely and full of pining, which happens to be my fave.    

Good Clean Wholesome All-American Kink by Amelia_clark E | 2k Hot, Canon!verse

Dean's stronger than Cas now, and Cas kind of hates that. So Dean finds a way around it--he just needs to be tied up.

ImmMmMMmm HOT    

Roots and Wings by Elensulev E | 51k [WIP] | BDSM AU, soulmate AU, sub!dean, dom!cas

In an alternate universe where you learn your soulmate sometime around puberty, Dean Winchester is shocked not just that he is a sub, but that a man's name appeared on his wrist. John Winchester doesn't suffer subs gladly, and Dean takes the brunt of his father's misogynistic attitude. Can the mysterious Castiel convince him he is worthwhile? AU where Sam and Dean are raised apart, Cas is human, and John is a hunter raised by a disgruntled Man of Letters.

A fusion of the soulmate's-name-on-the-wrist and the dom/sub verses. Though the John parts are painful to read (this fic is NOT for John-lovers), the over all effect is worth it, and gentle-dom!Cas is my absolute favorite. Edit from 2020: Holy SHIT this fic is long now.  

Highwaymen. by orange_crushedv M | 66k | Harry Potter AU

Dean closes his eyes. He is under a blanket in his memories, fabric pulled up under his chin and his face pressed near to hers on the pillow. His father is asleep, snoring slightly, hands loose and expression happy, curled around her on the other side. She's speaking in whispers. He knows that she was already pregnant then, that Sam was on his way into their lives, even though he'd had no idea what exactly that meant at the time. He can almost see her face still, warm and orange in the light of her lumos circling their heads like a firefly, but every now and then she blurs in his vision, like a lost thread of consciousness, something half-remembered. Bit by bit, he's losing her.

The Wizarding World AU I never knew I wanted!    

Understanding your body in ten easy steps by almaasi E | 12k | Canon!verse, Masturbation

All Dean has to do is track down a decent porno for Cas to watch, help him find his sensitive spots, then hang back and let him do his thing. Easy-peasy. No homo. ...Absolutely no homo at all.

Casturbation. Fuck yes.    

Blackboard by lemonoclefox E | 76k | College AU, BDSM elements, sub!dean, dom!cas

Castiel Novak is a college English teacher, in a rather inappropriate relationship with Dean Winchester, who happens to be one of his students. But although their arrangement is one that works perfectly for the both of them, Castiel is starting to worry that maybe keeping it impersonal will be harder than he thought.

Perfect. The story is actually 8 chapters long, but the other 8 chapters are told from Dean's point of view.  

On Air by wincechesters E | 21k | Fluff, Radio Host AU

Cas and Dean are radio DJs who host the second most popular morning show in Lawrence. They’ve been co-hosts for years at different stations across the country, and they own a house together out of necessity, even though they’re just friends. But for some reason, a lot of their listeners and even some of their friends and family seem to think that they’re secretly in some kind of relationship, which they’re totally not (besides that one time that totally doesn’t count). In spite of that, Dean thinks he’s got everything figured out, until an ill-fated on air game of Truth or Dare turns everything upside down (and the billboards around town aren’t helping either).

FLUFFY CUTENESS AWW    

Courage of Stars by mcpadalacklesv T | 3k | College AU,

Dean's brain is stuck on 'he's leaving me he's leaving me' and he thinks about saying don't go or I'll come with you, but what comes out of his mouth is, "I don't think you get loose-leaf tea on the moon.Wherein Dean (who owns a bookstore) and Cas (an astrophysicist grad student) have been best friends since they were kids, NASA nearly screws things up, and tea is mentioned far too often.

THIS IS ADORABLE JFC. I loved the part about tea strainers omg  

How to Improve a dull day by arigatou_sunshine E | 7k | Soulmates AU, ABO, omega!dean, alpha!cas

Dean's about to pick up something not on his grocery list.At 28, Dean meets his alpha while shopping for groceries.

I just... Um. Yes. I have a sweet spot for the true mates trope and this is a very sweet example of that :)  

Ignite by angelofthemoorv E | 86k | Vampire AU

While investigating a lead regarding a serial killer, Dean Winchester suffers a beating. When he wakes up, he discovers a stranger named Castiel has been caring for him. But Castiel has a secret--he is a vampire. He is not like other vampires, however. His mission is to protect humankind, and he has been pursuing the serial killer, too. Will the friendship between Dean and Castiel endure the trials ahead? Will their mutual attraction develop into something more?

Feels 'Verse  by Gemmiel E | 18k | Fluff,  Alt!canon

Castiel discovers that being human is very different from being an angel, physically speaking, and Dean helps him explore the differences. AU for season 9 in which Cas goes straight to the bunker and Sam heals spontaneously from the trials.

Wow this verse is so lovely and fluffy that I just want to cuddle it. Basically how Season 9 should have gone.  

Thunder & Angels by pm_lo E | 51k

Castiel’s family owns the shoddily-regulated coal mine where John Winchester works, so Dean storms Cas’s mansion, demanding answers from the drugged-out trust-fund kid. In exchange for his help repairing the mine, Cas demands Dean live with him for three months and give Cas a shot at seducing him by allowing him one kiss a day.

AHHHH!!! This was PERFECT. Love the characterizations, plot, fluff and angst amaze. read the thingggg    

Cockiness by robomanticv E | 7k | Hot,  AU Panty!kink

Dean didn’t usually come to this kind of place, but Sam had given him the puppy dog eyes and argued and pleaded and even bribed him with pie. He was seeing some new girl who apparently very into the alternative burlesque scene and she had invited them to come see a show on her night off. Aka: The one where Dean sees his first burlesque show, learns that male burlesque performers are a thing, and tries a lot of new (sexual) things. Also my Castiel underwear kink makes an appearance because I'm weakkkk

Bunker 41 by CaptainMercy42 T | 25k | Fluff, Scientist AU

Dr. Castiel Novak is giving Lieutenant Dean Winchester a simple tour of BUNKER41 when an explosion traps them both inside. They'll get out eventually. Some days that thought is very comforting, and other days it makes Cas a little sad (DENIAL: a lot sad).

CUDDLING.

Pulled From The Wreckage  by DarkmoonSigel M | 30k | Alt!canon, wing!kink

Angel and shameless wingfic. Dean notices that he is changing into something but is it something that he can accept? Mature for a reason for later chapters so bear with me here.

The Auction by TamrynEradani E | 8k

Dean's a firefighter and Cas is a police officer, and they both end up at the bar, miserable after their auction dates. Lucky for them, the night is still young.

I just um... Hnng. Firefighter!Dean and Cop!Cas.    

Welcome to the Dork Side by TamrynEradani T | 15k

Dean's handing out pie when he has an odd encounter with Castiel Novak.

Super cute! :)    

Both Sides Now by TamrynEradani T | 21k |Alt!canon, genderswap!dean

Dean solves a hunt and realizes he's in love. He does most of this while cursed into a female body which means he's also dealing with being a woman, and it's more complicated than he had realized.

Shut Your Mouth by runoutofwit E | 2k | Hot, Dom!Cas

Dean’s not sure how they ended up this way, but he doesn’t care. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect Castiel, Angel of the Lord, to be the equivalent of a hormone-ravaged teenager, and he sure as hell didn’t expect him to be an asshole about it.

Hella dom!cas with bossy!bottom dean mmm.    

What I need by xaandria E | 46k | Medical AU

A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.

Surgical AU! Very terminology heavy, so I didn't understand some parts. But very good regardless.    

Starborn by riseofthefallenone G | 12k

Dean’s obsession with the stars starts all thanks to Sam. He just didn't know where that would take him in life. Or who - or what - he would meet.

This is LOVELY.    

Love Out of Chaos by mar_map E | 30k

Sam needs homework help, Dean likes to cuddle (although he won't admit it), John gets shot, Gabriel teaches Castiel to loosen up, and Balthazar likes to flirt. That's not what's important though. What is important, is that Castiel and Dean were always meant to be (even if the two of them have trouble seeing it at first), and though Castiel lost his family, another one just might have sneaked up on him while he wasn't looking.

You Deserve This by ticklethetoastl E | 2k | Fluff,  PWP Canon!verse

Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.

Praise!kink is my ultimate weakness.    

S'only you. by louise97 T | 3k

Dean wasn't sure about what exactly had led them there—the cuddle accident, morning wood issues or the growing tension between them for the past few days—but yet there they were, and he had no fucking idea what to do (at first).

*keyboard smash* soOOoOoO CUTE  

Freckles by 2spooky4u E | 7k | Fluff

"I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper. ”And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered. "No," Cas lies petulantly. "Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny. They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him. ((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))

Simple and adorable. Pining!cas and Discovering his bisexuality!Dean. Addresses Dean's self worth issues :D️    

Appoggiatura by ceeainthereforthat E | 121k | College au

Castiel leaves the religious commune of Heaven Farms to study classical piano after winning a full scholarship paid for by the Deanna Campbell Memorial Foundation, and answers an ad in the campus newspaper: 1 bedroom to let. Meals provided. 50mb wifi, quiet odd music student preferred.

Super interesting world building. Love the imagery and writing style.    

Good Books, Bad Movies by Amelia_Clark E | 17k | Fluff, Hot,  Bookstore AU

Castiel Novak is an award-winning, heavily tattooed writer of dark fantasy (think China Mieville). Dean Winchester runs a quirky book/video store called Good Books, Bad Movies. There's a reading, some lit-nerd flirting, and eventually smut amongst the shelves.

First of all, this is adorable. Second of all it's smoking hot.    

Alone Together by ScarletPhoenix E | 26k | Dean/Cas/BennyA/b/o AU

Dean Winchester has never expected to be happy. As an omega, his only hope is that he’ll end up with an alpha that’ll think of him as a human being and take him away from his abusive father. Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to be happy. As a beta, he’s forced by his parents to hide who he is under fake bravado and forced hormone therapy. The one thing that keeps him going is his love for his best friend, Dean. Benny Lafitte has given up on happiness. As an alpha, he should be mated with little ones running around under feet, but that isn’t how life played out. Instead he focuses on running his restaurant and ignoring his empty house. When these three meet, will they finally find the happiness they deserve?

Come Clean by snuggycas E | 3k | Hot,  A/B/O AU, PWP, Omega!dean, Alpha!cas

When Sam makes Dean help for the Universities annual car wash fundraiser, he meets Castiel Milton, a business intern who is finishing his masters degree. When they go on a date and Dean's heat suppressants fail, they make a discovery that will change their lives forever. This is all porn to be honest.

Hot and Cute <3 Also this hit all my kinks haha.    

grip them tight and raise them from pernicion by flux E | 20k | Fluff,  Much ado about nothing au, highschool au

Dean and Cas have been at each other's throats for years, but Anna and Sam are determined to change that for the better. With a well-placed love letter and some careful direction, they manage to get the two into a semi-antagonistic, fiercely competitive, and emotionally confusing game of relationship chicken. Now they just need to get to prom.

Fucking adorable and hilarious. I love much ado about nothing so much, and this was a wonderful rendition!  

The face of heaven. by orange_crushed T | 9k | Fluff,  AU

"This is the best day of my life," Castiel tells him, when he comes back. "You’ve been so kind to me." His cheeks are glowing a little from the cold, or maybe just because he’s an otherworldly being full of light. Dean doesn’t know. "If I burn another million years, I won’t forget it. "Oh," says Dean. "Good." (In which Castiel is a fallen star.)

PERFECT! Oh my heart!    

Hold Me Close by twisting_vine_x E | 7k | Star trek AU

Pon farr Destiel AU. In which Castiel is a half-Vulcan scientist, Dean is an engineer, and they’re best friends who are stationed aboard the USS Enterprise for her first five-year voyage. An away mission going wrong. Getting stranded together on some deserted planet. Just another day in the lives of a couple of Starfleet officers, but when the Vulcan side of Cas suddenly makes itself know, he and Dean are put in a position that has the potential to either make or break them.

Ghost Dance  by omphalos E | 51k | Angst, Alt!Canon

In post-apocalyptic isolation, Castiel nurses Dean back to something like his former self, but will a time come when Dean's recovered --and rediscovered-- too much?

Very angsty, very sad. This wrecked me with perfection. Be sure to read the tags.    

  Meringue by SurlyCat E | 23k | Dean/Cas/Jimmy, Hot, College AU

Dean and Cas have been together for about six months, when Cas starts to get antsy about their sex life. The sex has been good and all, but what Dean doesn't know is that his shy, sweet little boyfriend has been holding back. One confusing spur of the moment date with his boyfriend's twin later, and Dean finds out that Cas may not be as innocent as he thought.

*fans self* well basically this is really hot and you should read it. if you're into d/c/j of course.    

A Room Of One's Own by NorthernSparrow E | 94k | Hot,  alt!canon

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.

Omfg. This was hilarious, wonderful, and hot. A+. Basically crack, but with emotional moments and hot porn. so, yep.

[thinkyoureholy]

Stow Away [OG Ending]

[A/n : aaahhh this series is finally over😭😭😭 I had fun writing it though I did have some trouble along the way but it was all worth it☺ thank you to everyone that supported this story it means so much! So enjoy this ending for tonight and tomorrow you'll get the alternative less sad ending]

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Pairing : Kim Jongdae / [Fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death, Pirate! AU

Words : 2.2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15. Pt 16. Alt Ending.

-Jongdae’s P.O.V-

I kicked the door of the pub open, my racing heart stopping and plummeting to the pit of my stomach at the sight that greeted me. I could tell the three with me were just as shocked, the silence so deafening you’d be able to hear a needle falling to the floor. My knees buckled for a split second at the sight of Y/N lying on the floor, a pool of blood underneath er. I took a tentative step forward before looking up at Byungho, my blood boiled at the smirk he wore, the look in his eyes taunting me.

I set my jaw, clenching my hands at my sides, my nails digging into my palms and drawing blood, “Kill them, kill them all! Not one of them gets out of here alive!”

I didn’t even get to finish talking before both Uri and Jay lunged at the men closest to them. I pulled out my sword from its seathe, cutting down any man that got in my way, my eyes on Byungho but my mind on Y/N. She had to be alive, she just had to but the blood that had pooled around her body made me fear the worst. She wasn’t moving when I got here and that worried me the most but as I glanced over at her I saw that she had turned over onto her stomach, trying to crawl away from everything but she didn’t get very far, she was too weak. I let out a grunt as I stabbed at the man in front of me, pulling my bloodied sword out of him and hurriedly made my way to her. As soon as I reached her I hooked my arm under her knees, wrapping the other around her shoulders and scooped her off the floor. She tired to fight against my hold but she was far too weak to actually do anything.

“I’ve got you, now. You did good holding out for this long, dove. Now let me take care of the rest alright? You just get some rest.” I said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall as I looked down at her face.

She immediately stopped moving at the sound of my voice, her eyes looking up into my own. She blinked several times, maybe not believing that I was actually there, “D-Dae?”

I smiled softly, feeling the tears that I tried so hard to hold back fall. I felt a lump in my throat, my heart in pieces at seeing her like this, “Y-Yeah its me dove, I’m here,” I said, unable to stop my voice from breaking.

My chest tightened at seeing a small smile playing at her lips before she closed her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes she went limp in my hold, the hand that had been clutching at my shirt lost all its strength. I told myself that she was just tired, that she was asleep because I couldn’t bare the thought of the alternative. I inhaled shakily, taking her to the far end of the pub where the fighting wouldn’t get to her. I set her down on the floor gently, leaning her back against the wall. I removed my cloak, draping it over her. I wanted to tend to her wounds but that’s have to wait. If I didn’t deal with Byungho here and now or else this would never end. With that in mind I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Just hold on a little longer, dove, I’ll get you out of here soon.” I said in a voice barely above a whisper, caressing her face with my hand one last time.

Getting up I looked around the room, searching for Byungho. I spotted him leaning against the wall opposite us. He had his arms were crossed over his chest as he wore a smirk on his face. I set my jaw at the smug look on his face, finally pulling out my sword. He grinned when I began to make my way over to him, killing anyone that got in my way. I was absolutely livid, seeing red as I set my sights on him and only him, swinging my sword with all my might as soon as I reached him. He stepped out of the way, avoiding my blade. He dodged my attacks over and over again, doing so without even pulling out his own sword. I was starting to get frustrated, cursing myself for missing every time.

“I forgot how terrible of a swordsman you were,” Byungho said with a smirk, finally pulling out his sword, “I guess I’ll have to show what a real swordsman is like.”

I grit my teeth at his words, swinging my sword at him again but he easily blocked my attack. Our swords were locked together as we tested each other’s strength. After a few seconds my arms began to shake but Byungho looked perfectly fine, he was even smiling, the bastard. I let out a sound that could only be compared to a growl as I pushed but he didn’t budge, in fact it seemed like he got stronger. With a chuckle he pushed me back as if it was nothing to him. I could see the murderous intent in his eyes, the look sending a chill down my spine but I didn’t let that stop me. Just as I was about to swing my sword again he swung first, his blade cutting at the top of my thigh. 

I let out a groan as my leg buckled but I somehow managed to stay upright. He didn’t let up after that. He came at me again and again, each time striking harder, faster than before. I was so unfocused, my mind on finishing this as quickly as possible so I could get Y/N to safety that I had completely disregarded his skills. He was right. He was a better swordsman than I was, in every sense of the word, that’s why I could never beat him. I was so pumped up with adrenaline that I hadn’t noticed that with every swing of his sword his opening up a new wound. I didn’t notice until it was too late. I winced at the pain I suddenly felt all over my body. I wasn’t even able to hold up my sword properly. I had blood all over me, from head to toe I was covered in it but I refused to give up. If I gave up now she’d die...and I couldn’t let that happen. But we can’t always get what we wish for. 

I took a step towards Byungho but as soon as I did my legs finally gave out. I collapsed to the ground, Byungho standing over me with a wicked grin on his face. He let out a low chuckle, stabbing the tip of his sword through the floorboard inches from my face before he crouched down. I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers grasping onto my hair tightly, lifting my head off the floor the slightest bit.

“How’s it feel to have everything you cherish taken from you, huh? After I’m done with your little dove I’m going to find your precious brother again and slit his throat as soon as I get my hands on him.” 

“W-Why are you doing this? What the fuck are you gaining from all this?”

Byungho grit his teeth at my words, his hold on me growing tighter, “Why? After all this time you’re asking me why? You should know why I’m doing this, you of all people should know!”

I kept quiet, trying to wrack my brain for answers but I didn’t find any. Byungho grew angry at my silence, angrily slamming my face into the ground.

“Does the summer of 1843 ring a bell?” He asked through clenched teeth but again I didn’t know what he was talking about.

That summer was more than seven years ago, how the hell am I supposed to remember what happened back then?

“You and your pack of wild animals pillaged through the town of Kami, my town. You killed so many people, my wife and child were among the dead. Does that sound familiar enough?” He asked his eyes filling with unshed tears, “My child...never got to see a day past her fourth birthday, she never got to know the world properly. And my wife? My wife died protecting our child but it was all for nothing.”

My heart sank at his words. Even now that he’s told me I don’t remember any of it. I don’t claim to be a good man but surely I’d remember that incident...or so I thought. That summer was a complete blur for me. It was the summer I had lost my parents. I had spiralled out of control, most nights spent drinking, day and night blurring into one jumbled mess.

“I-I’m sorry, truly I am. I...I didn’t know I-”

He cut me off with a scoff, “Save your apologies. We won’t be even until I finally take everything from you, just like you did to me. Now sit here and watch as I cut open your beloved dove.”

My heart skipped a beat at that as I watched him stand up, pulling his sword out of the floor. Before he could start making his way over to Y/N I reached out and grabbed onto his ankle. My fingers dug into his skin as I tightened my grip when he tried to move.

“S-She has nothing to do with this. If you have a score to settle settle it with me and leave her out of it.”

“She has everything to do with this. The moment she fell in love with you her life was put at risk. I don’t care if she’s just an innocent bystander in all this. I can see that you love her as much as I loved my wife...all the more reason for me to kill her. Then, and only then, you’ll finally know the pain I went through that day.”

He tried to go forward once again but I held on. This was all I could do to stop him. I wasn’t strong enough to be him in combat. Byungho got frustrated with me as he raised his sword, ready to kill me but the blow never came. I looked up to see he was no longer looking down at me but at Y/N who was now standing in front of him. I felt my heart completely shatter at the sight before me. 

Byungho had stabbed through her abdomen, blood already starting to seep out of the wound. I wasn’t able to see from where I was but she had stabbed him through the heart with her own dagger, the dagger only becoming visible to me when Byungho suddenly fell to the floor, dead and lying in a pool of his own blood. I looked up at Y/N with tears in my eyes, seeing a tiny smile playing at her lips before it fell completely. Without warning she fell to her knees, her arms hanging at her sides limply as her eyes closed. Before her head could hit the ground I used up at my strength to push myself off the floor and run to her. I got there just in time to cradle her body to my chest. I felt my whole world crumble as she just lay in my arms without moving. I knew she was gone.. I just didn’t want to believe it. I had promised her that I would protect her, that I’d keep her safe but in the end she was the one that saved me instead. 

I choked on a sob as I looked down into her face, my tears hitting her skin, “You promised me...you promised me you’d stay with me, that you’d stay by my side…”

“Jongdae...we have to go…” I heard Jay’s voice call out to me softly.

I shook my head at his words, shaking his hand off my shoulder, “I won’t leave her.”

“We can’t take her with us...I’m sorry Dae.” Uri said before I felt two pairs of arms grab ahold of me.

I fought them off for a bit but I was too weak to fight them for long. They each grabbed onto an arm and dragged me out of the pub. I could only stare at her as she got farther and farther away from me.

-3rd person P.O.V-

Jongdae and Y/N didn’t meet under the best of circumstances and even less ideal circumstances to fall in love in but they did. They had a pretty good time together but like everything it must come to an end. Their story was never a happy one, there was no way they would’ve gotten the happy ending they deserved without at least going through a lot of shit.  And they did, they tried so very hard to stay together...it just wasn’t enough. 

Sometimes...your best just isn’t enough...

[theorynexus]

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Yeah... somewhat to be expected.  This is why it would have been best to return with her early. And... yes, Home is a fluid, complicated concept.  That’s why they say it’s where the heart is.  That’s why this must be so difficult for her.

“I,” he says.  Disgusting.    I don’t really have all that much in the way of energy to comment further on this.  I still don’t see how it could have been possible for Dave to fail to stop him, though.   Certainly, it wouldn’t have been without narrative interference. It feels natural for there to be a little bit of a time skip, here, by the way... .  The amount of leverage that fact gives Dirk is making this feel like it’s losing its coherence and mooring in factual plausibility, though.  It’s strange. For some time, the characters have had sputtering fits of being closer to real people than gods who have the minds and hearts of real people.   I drift now into the future of the tale, uncertain how invested I shall be in this dubious canon. (Now I understand the vague wording on the top of wiki pages, which if clicked would presumably lead to the epilogue or post-epilogue version[s] of the characters’ stories.)    However, I will attempt to pursue the reading as logically as possible, and puzzle out what I can that interests me and might interest you. Perhaps this is just a logical result of my crying.  I always seem to have somewhat muted, dour emotion after I am done with it.

Ugh, gah, this truly demands some sort of reversal by means of dramatic irony, some time in the future.

***eyes twitch with frustration***

***facepalms and groans***

Sad, sad, sad.   Dirk treats politics as if it’s just some amusing diversion for him to “win” at, unrelated to and unimportant to his greater goals for the most part. He just wants to dominate everything.  I am actually beginning to pity the fool, and not in the trollish meaning of the word.

I look forward to seeing what those changes are.  Also:  Yeah, it’s sortof natural that Roxy smells a bit like Dave. I will not begin to speculate on that Legacy of Responsibility~ Oh, hey, Dirk recognizes the same thought/defense as I do. What a shock.

***laughs weakly, for I truly do enjoy the mockery of SSJ3 and its monologue on Goku’s part, but am not feeling it fully***     Oh, umm... and good for Roxy, trying to figure things out.

Surprisingly moderate of you. Glad she’s finally got shades~   Have fun on the Archimedes... or the Daedalus... or... let’s see, what was the actual name?  ***remembers that it was plastered on the side of the ship in poor penmanship, along with stupid-looking scribbles on the side***   Theseus. ***flips him the bird***    Screw you and your disinterested, petty garbage, you ignorant, horrible calamity incarnate!

Heh heh... heh.

That’s very nice of them both...~

Eh...?    In dorkiness, or because she’s mean instead of sweet, or...?  ***sighs***

That is creepy but also very sweet. I’ll actually approve of this.   As for that... the question of whether she’ll wake up is definitely an important one.  I sortof imagine that she miiight wake up right after Dirk blasts off, so that he’ll be just beyond Alt!Calliope’s influence, somehow, when that happens~

Sounds like Calliope’s getting visions of Gamzee. Could be wrong. The nudity factor is very intriguing.  This is all very, very intriguing, in general, and I think it’s probably very important for the future. Their drawing paintings on the walls doesn’t seem too terribly bad, though.  They’re a very artistic person, and having some sort of major awakening like that after the revelation of Alt!Calliope’s revival poses a very... curious probably-not-a-problem for their (collective) future(s).

Good to hear that  most of it is nice and cute.  THAT SAID...  Terezi should take this as an opportunity to investigate, and to bring things into proper order.  A criminal investigation is at hand!

Okay, then, you’re the Seer of Mind. I’m sure you’re a better judge of such choices than me.

Ahhhhh!!!~   Please answer the phoooone! >^< Also, that’s a silly thing to think. I’m sure that you’ve talked to more people than that. Like Dave.  Man, her mind is sortof messed up, right now.

(Hehehe~)

Well, I wouldn’t call The Furthest Ring “The Medium,” but okay.  You probably haven’t been thinking about these things for quite some time. That’s alright. Also: Pffft.  (I really do hope that, like Doc Scratch’s inability to see past pockets of void such as those around Equius, this shall in turn cause Dirk a great deal of consternation in the future, when she does something important.)

Mind. Lies. Facade.  She is grieving. There’s no need to fault her, here.

Feels like this is a mock reflection of Hussie and the Homestuck fandom on various different levels.

Dot dot dot.   Seers being able to hear the voice of the narrative like this = quite logical.  It is much more interesting that Terezi is able to sense that Roxy is trying to express masculinity that way, though, when Dirk seems to be struggling with the comprehension and coherent expression of Roxy’s gender.  It’s quite funny to think that Terezi could act as a messenger from Dirk to the characters otherwise involved in the story, like that, though.

***eyes narrow a la the Fry meme, for I am not sure whether this is suddenly sincere (and probably somewhat sexist) or sarcasm on his part, and unreliable narration***      (Probably more likely to be the latter, though~)

***slow blink***     I appreciate that she recognizes this as nonsense. Also that she is speaking for the audience, here.  I also also really quite do appreciate Roxy’s affinity for Silence, every now and again, which is a thing of Void.

Neither of these are very nice thoughts to put into words. Very petty of him.  And he most definitely should not be trying to stop her from finding a way to create a home for herself there, even if she, like John, had/s trouble embracing the place. >:

Yeah, I’m not sure that they’ve ever talked, either, outside of these narrative interactions.  I am at least willing to hear him out, though. I sortof have to be, or otherwise quit.  I don’t feel like abandoning Homestuck right now, sooo...~

Oh, so you want to have her come with you on the Theseus and maybe figure out a way to revive him later, huh?  Well... that could certainly be interesting, though I sortof have doubts that it would work out.  Hmm.  : |

This is why I accused him of orchestrating Egbert’s death. He’s just exploiting it now to his ends like the piece of garbage that he is inevitably suggests by nature that he would. Ugh... .      (Also, interesting that he can choose not to let her hear his narration, or indeed to let her do so.  I assumed in fact that he had been purposefully having her do so from the start, given the fact that he’d shielded her from the noise at every point since she met Egbert [Calliope interlude not included], but still, interesting.)

[cookiefonster666]

Thoughts on the Homestuck Epilogues (Tumblr Edition)

I predicted the future!

Might as well adapt this Blogspot post I made about a week ago into Tumblr form, why not. With a few minor changes. I don’t like using Tumblr but I figure it’s a good additional platform to share my surprisingly positive views on the Homestuck Epilogues.

The epilogues have a lot of controversial content, most of which I avoid talking about here.

BRIEF SUMMARY

4/20, read through Meat: epilogues pretty good

4/20, started Candy: what the fuck

4/21, stopped: aaaaaaaaughhhhh bluh i hate everything

4/24-ish, continued Candy: epilogues alright i guess also i am sad now

4/27-ish, finished: I LOVE HOMESTUCK

BRIEF-ISH SUMMARY

Meat was a wild ride that started as cool plot stuff and things that make you go "OH FUCK", continued as basically chapters 7-9 of Detective Pony (which I naturally enjoyed a lot), and ended as a mess of sheer chaos and destruction. My thought process ended as, "oh duh, this is the bad ending, candy must be the good ending". I was in for quite the nasty surprise.

I quit reading Candy just a few pages in. It didn't take long for it to suddenly become the weirdest fanfiction ever. Frustrated, I started skipping and searching through later parts and got rather salty when it turned out both sides were the "bad ending". I saw firsthand what vfromhomestuck meant by "clear your whole week": this is not something most people can just read in one sitting. Then I recovered a few days and read Candy in earnest, in a somewhat anachronous order and with many parts read multiple times. Slowly, I started to hope that the epilogues would be followed up with a true happy ending for real this time. I may or may not have written a snippet of some form of fanfiction paving the way for a happy ending.

Once I finally accomplished the equivalent of reading Candy as intended, I got hit HARD with feels. I accepted that the epilogues have many issues but as a whole (not just the sum of parts) are an absolute masterwork, sometimes because of those issues. It didn't take me long to realize the brilliant duality either. Meat is a side-splitting metafictional farce that (for me at least) is impossible to treat as anything resembling a story of people doing things. Candy is a tale of FEELS, and I don't use the word FEELS lightly. FEELS means I almost cried, like I did when I watched the Futurama episode Luck of the Fryrish.

DETECTIVE PONY AND METAFICTION

Before I move on and talk about the CHARACTERS, I'm going to discuss the meat epilogue's resemblance to sonnetstuck's Detective Pony. I love everything about Detective Pony, more than almost anything else in existence. My abnormal love for that godlike fanwork probably skewed my perception of Meat a bit. Starting from page 17, Dirk takes over the narration then fights over it with god tier Calliope; both do rather questionable deeds and Dirk was hit hard by fans as a result. Seeing other fans react towards that character with such hostility gave me a very distinct feeling of "what, am I missing something?" Dirk's takeover felt like a lengthy work of comedy to me; a story that never strips away from the fact that it's fiction, in a vein near identical to that of Detective Pony. I like to think I am in the right for perceiving that arc this way, because I think everyone who has read Homestuck should read Detective Pony. One of the epilogue authors read Detective Pony after writing the epilogues and was struck by it; I take this accidental mirroring of (post-)canon as proof that sonnetstuck understands Hussie's ways through and through. I like to think I have a solid understanding of Hussie's ways by now, but this guy is on a whole new level.

That said, the meat epilogue gets a bit carried away with metafiction to the point of making me think, "god when will things go back to normal". Towards the end of Detective Pony, Dirk goes through an existential crisis followed by a powerful revelation, and then resolves to do whatever it takes to erase his abominable creation. But the meat epilogue ends with (both figurative and literal) crashing and burning; no ultimate redemption for our poor Strider. Homestuck doesn't usually have much of a problem with getting carried away with stupid nonsense; maybe a few rare occasions in cases like Hussie's self-insert scenes. But getting carried away is a major criticism I have with cool and new web comic. I love that comic to death, but the parts that take a long time to dwell on the cool and new characters being creepy or weird are a chore to go through. o (the author of CaNWC) seems to have improved in that regard; the cool and new trolls' arc is much more to-the-point with such nonsense.

Meat getting carried away with metafiction is a major cause of my initial burnout shortly after starting Candy. I was sick of this mass dump of metafiction and expected Candy to be a refreshing change of pace. Haha, if only. My fault for reading Meat first. At night I sometimes ponder in envy of the parallel universe me that started with Candy. Actually I don't do that, I just thought it was a funny thing to say. Though I have on more than a few occasions sat in bed fantasizing about how awesome my life probably is in some parallel universe. What point was I making again? Oh whatever, it doesn't matter. I guess I should write a similar overview of Candy's narrative nature. Here goes:

LUCK OF THE FRYRISH AND SADSTUCK

Sad things are sad.

^ There, that's my candy overview. How hard was that?

With the two summaries out of the way, I figure the best way to dump out my residual thoughts on the epilogues is going character by character. I won't do every character, mostly just the ones who played large roles and were already characters in Homestuck proper. I'm sorting these characters in tiers of how well I think the epilogues handle them, mostly from worst to best.

N-TIER

N is not the lowest tier; it's the tier that cannot be ranked. N stands for two things here: "Not Applicable" and "Narrators". Naturally enough, two characters fit into that tier.

Dirk Strider: I've already talked about this guy quite a bit. I have a fondness for Dirk's character and I think his dialogue and narration in meat do a good job portraying some ascended, ultimate version of his character without straying from his voice, the tone that makes him Dirk. That said, I'm a bit peeved that "normal Dirk", the one iteration of Dirk Strider that isn't total bonkers and just wants his friends to be happy, doesn't exist in this story. In Candy, Rose suddenly loses the memories of her alternate selves, but for some reason Dirk keeps those memories and soon after commits suicide; he's left out of the picture until Candy's postscript, which I guess is a reasonable balance considering his indulgence throughout Meat. But why is only one of the succulently verbose Strilondes let off the hook? Some readers imagine Dave as the comic's protagonist and Dirk as the antagonist; I've toyed with that idea myself and can see it symbolized, but it just feels so wrong to me. Maybe the authors did too good a job writing Dirk for me to be complacent with such a shift in role. His conversations with Rose were just as delightful as I had hoped and they aren't weighed down too much in light of his shift in role, at least not for me.

Alt Calliope: The narrative rival to Dirk, as I mentioned previously. I'm not totally sure what to say about her, other than that one could see her as a counterpart to let's say Anna Harley; a necessary piece in the Detective Pony analogy. Alt Calliope's narrative arguments with Dirk were hilarious and that's all there is to say on the matter.

G-TIER

I'm lucky Gamzee's name starts with a G, because this means I can give him a tier of his own worse than F. As an individual arc that is; he'd get a much higher rating when taken as part of a whole.

Gamzee Makara: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I despised reading every word that came out of this guy's mouth as soon as his """redemption arc""" started. But I can clearly tell that was the point and that the suffering that is reading his words has a much greater purpose. Before you deem me a masochist or the kind that insists everything is "bad on purpose", know that I am neither of those things but really do mean what I say here. Gamzee's role in Candy draws tension between individuality and the whole. Reading this guy's hogwash is suffering in and of itself, but ultimately it serves a role of showing us how fucked up the world of Candy is and helps the reader experience John's existential crisis with him.

F-TIER

As before, these tiers are strictly about character arcs in isolation and not the big picture. This tier is home to none other than the legendary...

Jane Crocker: Boy did I predict the future on that one. A bit like Dirk, I would've liked it more if in only one epilogue did sweet innocent little Jane become such a monster. No way in hell am I going to run through the asshole things she does; it's a load of sensitive topics I'm not comfortable discussing in any capacity. Instead, I'll say that if I had to choose only one epilogue where Jane ran through her crazy presidential campaign it would be Candy; as with Gamzee's arc, this campaign serves well as a part of John's existential crisis. What's weird here is that in Candy she originally cancelled all this, but later ended up basically doing it anyway with Dirk gone. I can imagine Jane going back to normal in Meat, maybe? Or in the hypothetical "true ending" I discussed prior.

D-TIER

Better known as "meh" tier. Mostly the characters that don't do much and I wished did more.

Meenah Peixes: Needed more screen time, god damn it. She survives the Furthest Ring apocalypse, nabs the Ring of Life, then makes her way to Candy Earth and joins Karkat in the rebellion. Maybe it makes sense that her and Karkat teaming up in war is relegated to the background, to show how far the shouty guy has come in comparison to everyone else. I'll come back to this point when I talked about Karkat.

Roxy Lalonde: Doesn't do too much in either side, but does go through some touchy topics I'm not sure what to think about; I'm most certainly not ready to talk about those topics now. And regardless, Roxy's role in the epilogues is better discussed when I talk about John and Terezi a few tiers up.

Calliope: Doesn't do all that much either, full circle to being the exposition alien with mysterious morality. I'm actually pretty OK with that. Certainly beats out the slog of endless "ur pretty" conversations. Calliope pretty much fades into the background on both sides, which is sad but fitting.

(About pronouns: I'll keep referring to Roxy and Calliope as "she" unless I find reason to talk about the little those two do in Meat. I just avoided using pronouns in those paragraphs above.)

C-TIER

Better known as "meh" tier, but with a more positive "meh" than before. It's the "meh" that indicates lukewarm satisfaction rather than annoyance at mediocrity.

Jade Harley: Really should be on a lower tier, because she did dick squat other than being horny and painfully oblivious to all the nonsense going on. But I'm a sucker for Jade being "Jade" and was happy to see even a trace of that early in Meat. As before, I'll avoid the controversial topics surrounding Jade in the epilogues, aside from pointing out that this post reads very different now.

Karkat Vantas: This guy's a bit of an odd spot. His leadership role is addressed in the absolute last way I expected. Could've gotten more attention from the story I suppose, but damn if his character arc didn't get the most triumphant return imaginable.

Kanaya Maryam: I touched upon Rose and Kanaya's relationship when I discussed the "buddy system" in my first epilogues post and I still stand by what I said there. Her strong attachment to Rose is integrated well into Meat without seeming like fluff or defining her entire character, because she actually does other things there too. In Candy they remain a stable happy relationship and I guess I'm cool with that.

Aradia Megido: Role is the same as ever and I'm fine with that. Death fangirl who works for predestination and has ambiguous morality. Her arc with alt Calliope ends with a cliffhanger that is easily the biggest reason to hope for a follow-up to the epilogues; if such a follow-up were to happen, I really look forward to hearing more from Aradia.

Sollux Captor: Sollux is by nature the other guy, that's an immutable fact of life. He doesn't do much other than snarking at whoever's nearby and I can't imagine it any other way.

Jake English: If not for a scene near the end of Candy, I'd put Jake at D-tier. Through all of Meat and most of Candy, Jake's role is one of the oddest spots of all and it's pretty hard to pinpoint what the authors were going for, lest I dabble in controversial topics some more. But Jake's scene with John near the end of Candy is uniquely touching and makes the most out of his role as a second John. He moves in with John, bringing his son Tavros with him, and encourages John to reconcile with his former wife and make amends of sorts, ultimately giving a small portion of the cast a pseudo-happy ending. That whole part of Candy made me tear up.

Talking about the really GOOD parts is a perfect point for me to move on to...

B-TIER

Stuff that didn't make it into A-Tier, which I've reserved for what struck me HARD.

Dave Strider: In both epilogues, Dave's behavior generally seems based on how he acted in Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5, which is actually a LOT better than it sounds and hell if I know why that is. Dave's rants about politics and sexuality now have a charm I can't quite describe. His absurd fixation specifically on the economy matches shockingly well with the nature of Homestuck. The three-way romance between him, Karkat, and Jade goes in very different directions on either side, which I'll discuss a bit later. The epilogues even made Dave x Karkat an actually decent ship, how crazy is that??? The writers deserve a big badge of honor for doing that. Not sure what to say about specific things, but Dave was really well-written in an unexpected way.

Rose Lalonde: Again not sure what to say about anything in specific. Just really enjoyed reading Rose on both sides of the story. Shoutout to the heartwarming moment with John near the end.

A-TIER

Oh boy. Oh boy. Time for the big guns.

Vriska Serket: My mind hurts to process just how good Vriska's appearance in Candy was, after leaving the Furthest Ring and landing on Earth. First she talks with John rather aggravated, then she brutally murders Gamzee, then she sits down and has an honest talk with her ectobiological clone raised by Rose and Kanaya, and in the end gets in touch with Terezi which leads to a cliffhanger. The story somehow created the PERFECT balance of sincere reflections and typical Vriska flavor, which was deeply lacking in A6A6I5 with its horrific polar opposite versions of Vriska. Two Vriskas converse once again late in Candy and this time it's incredibly endearing and almost feels like an apology for the controversial Vriska/Vriska encounter back then. I accept the apology with open arms. Why is everything always so wonderful?

John Egbert: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3. WHY IS EVERYTHING ALWAYS SO WONDERFUL? John gets a deep meaningful existential crisis arc in both epilogues; both cases I easily latched onto and found a bit of myself in. I absolutely loved seeing him and Terezi interact as a duo of people with some perception of canonicity; I'll get back to that point soon enough. John's marriage to Roxy not working out is a testament to both his issues with canon and Roxy's issues dealing with harsh situations. Roxy latches onto John and their son as a huge carefree pushover and he doesn't like that at all. And that's actually cool with me because John x Terezi is better in every way, as the epilogues made me realize. If that wasn't enough, the end of Candy spoils our little hearts by having John reconcile with Roxy anyway and give hope for a better future. Though a part of me does want to see a true happy ending where John and Roxy date with their delightful dynamic from their first interactions, I'm beyond pleased with the epilogues' handling of John either way. Swaying deep into some rather sad territory while remaining 100% faithful to his character that I've always loved so much.

Terezi Pyrope: FUCK YES FUCK YES FUCK YES FUCK YES FUCK YES. Every scene with Terezi in the epilogues was so goddamn awesome. Her interactions with John were such a blast to read, with exactly the mix of humor and touching aspects that make both of the big John/girl ships what they are. How did the authors pull it off, making deeply emotional scenes without ever sacrificing that goofy Terezi flavor???

S-TIER

S in rating systems these days is way misused in my eyes. Normally A is meant to be the highest rating and S is used for the very rare absolutely exceptional case A doesn't do justice. But now you see shit like SS, SSS, SSSS everywhere like one S isn't the ultimate badge of honor? S is a rating I'd gladly give Detective Pony and may or may not give cool and new web comic. Same goes for my very favorite Futurama episodes. I'd give a few of Neil Cicierega's works that rating if I'm feeling up to it. In this post, I've reserved the S rating for:

Barack Obama: THE BEST PART OF THE EPILOGUES, HANDS DOWN. His conversation with Dave near the end of Candy is perfect in every way, it really transcends words. Humor, emotional touching, plot revelations, and straight up "Homestuck feel" are blended into the most delicious melting pot imaginable. When Dave confesses that he might be gay and explains troubles in his three-way romance, Obama responds with a truly inspiring speech about identity that raises an excellent point about the differences between the epilogues involving aspects of people that may seem immutable to some. I think Obama's speech leaves a powerful message I never expected Homestuck of all things to convey so well. I hope readers take that speech's message into account, though I know many will probably be a bit naive about it.

If you refuse to read the epilogues at all costs, then I implore you to read Dave and Obama's conversation anyway. You won't be disappointed.

CONCLUSION

epilogues good

that’s all there is to say on the matter

though if you don’t like them that’s also fine

[agent-spidey]

To be dazed

Title: To be dazed 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn't know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 2,084

Songs: Left hand free by alt-j

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 3! p.s sorry for all the typos and grammar mistakes, this is all raw 

Part 1: To be young

Part 2: To be foolish  

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gif creds: @hollandstcm 

"Peter where were you?!" You practically shriek at the boy who just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. "What-What are you talking about?" He scratched his neck nervously, "What do you- ugh are you okay?" Your eyes scan his body for any sign of bruising or cuts.

Peter coughed slightly "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You were just up there in the monument weren't you?" Peters eyes scanned your own, you could tell he knew something you didn't, or at least was hiding something. "No I-I was with Michelle on the ground." You flail your hands in the air starting to get frustrated. You saw right through his lie.

"Peter tell the truth where we're you and also can we talk about last night?" Peters eyes widened at the mention of the night before, "Um what ab- what do you mean?" He changed his question mid sentence, causing you to cock your eyebrow up, "what do I mean? Why were you on the-" Peters hand quickly covered you mouth and a guilty expression graced his face.

"Could we talk somewhere more .." Peter paused removing his hand slowly away from your face "private?" You felt your face go hot, knowing very well that it was as red as a tomato. You two were currently in the hotel lobbies designated sitting area.

"Where would we go?" Silently praying that Peter wouldn't suggest his room, "how about mine and Ned's room?" Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with just Peter in his room, well his and Ned's. "It won't be very private if Ned's there." You decide to point out before Peter got the chance to turn around.

"Ned's with everyone else at the restaurant, it'll only be us." Peter reassured you "ok fine, lead the way." You sigh following Peter up to his hotel room.

You flop onto the bed closest to the door feeling more tired than anything at the moment, you heard Peter loudly sigh before speaking up "So you wanted to talk about.." he paused letting you fill in the gap, "about last night." You sit up on the bed and stare straight at Peter who was pacing the room. "Why were you on the roof?" The boy stops, his back facing you "What? I-I wasn't on the roof." He concludes turning around to see your skeptical face. "Peter, yes you were." you got up from the bed and slowly made your way towards the lying boy "What going on?" you stop just  a few feet in front of him "And can we please talk about what happened last weekend?" Peters eyes lock onto yours.

"Yeah, lets talk about last weekend." He raked his hand through his fluffily mess of hair, you couldn't help the swarm of butterflies that filled your stomach, he really wants to talk.

"Listen Y/N I-" Peter was stopped mid-sentence by the door of his room opening, "Yes exactly! Oh here they are!" Ned walked through the door way with Liz trailing right behind him. "Peter there you are!" Liz practically threw herself in Peters arms and of course Peter couldn't hide the bush that rose on his cheeks.

"We were so worried, you just disappeared." Liz spoke firmly while Peter never glanced back at you, you decided Peter didnt want to talk anymore because Liz was here. "I'm gonna head out, I'll see ya later Pete." you waved only get a small "yeah sure." in return.

Why does Liz always seem to come around at the worst moments, she has to be tormenting me. You decided to just go back to your shared hotel room and vent out to Michelle about whats been happening, mainly about Peter.

"Hey dweeb." Michelle nudged your shoulder slightly "Everything good now?" you sighed slightly at the question being asked, "define good." You closed your locker and walked to class with Michelle by your side.

You never really got to speak to Peter the rest of the weekend and seeing him not really interested in talking anymore, you felt like giving up. "Hey Y/N." you were knocked out of your thoughts by a voice that made your heart flutter in your chest. "Hey Peter." you smiled falling right back into the dangerous loop that is your friendship. "I need to talk to you after school so could we meet in front of the gym?" you looked over to Michelle to get some kind of guidance but you got nothing but a shrug form your best friend. "Yeah sure-sure." you stuttered out "Ok cool, see you in Spanish."

"you're blushing." Michelle spoke "At least try to hide the fact that your hopelessly in love with him." you sighed rolling your eyes at your best friends attitude, "Hey weren't you the one who told me to go talk to him in the first place?" you shot back earning a laugh from her.

"Yeah yeah whatever." The two of you walked into class just as the bell rang and got situated in your seats. You watch the clock eagerly waiting for the end of the day.

As the end of lunch rolled around you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you slid it out of your small jean pocket and onto the lunch table.

You groaned angrily at the small notification that had popped up "Hey Y/N I'm really sorry I can't meet up anymore." Quickly you type out a reply 'why?' before smacking your head down onto the table. "Hey what's up?" Ned ask a worried tone in his voice.

"Peter can't meet up anymore." You felt the table buzz causing your head to pop up and grab the phone "I got detention, could I stop by yours after maybe?" Butterflies filled your stomach again at the thought of Peter and you being alone.

"Yeah sure, my doors always open." You couldn't help it that you were hopelessly in love with the boy who only had eyes for another girl. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, you and the small group of friends you had, minus Peter, made their way to the last classes of the day.

"Y/N!" you heard your dad shout to you "someones at the door for you!" your heart jumped a little already knowing it was Peter you decide to quickly clean up your room before heading to the front door. "I'll be right there!" you shout your reply while quickly shoving things under your bed and into the draws of your dresser.

After shoving the last item under your bed, you checked how you look in your body length mirror on the wall "Ok," you let out a shaky breath "you can do this." you made your way out of your room and to the front door.

"May?" you didn't even try to hide the confusion in your voice "What ar- what are you doing here?" Peters aunt looked as though she was on the verge of tears "Have you talked to Peter at all today?" May's voice was very shaky, you felt your eyebrows crease together.

"Just at school, he was suppose to come by but hasn't.." you trailed off in thought "He hasn't been home yet either, has he?" A knot twisted in your stomach hearing May's reply "No he hasn't, I-I-I got a call from the principal saying that he just left detention." May looked into your eyes hoping that you would have an answer for any of this but you had no idea he'd even left detention.

"Here, let me grab my phone from my room and I'll meet you in your living room." May simply nodded heading back into her apartment while you ran and grabbed your phone. "I'm gonna hangout at May's for a little!" You shouted letting your dad know you were leaving.

"Ok so you've tried calling him and Ned?" you huffed lightly at May while typing out a text to MJ asking about Peter. "Yes." May sighed turning on the tv and switching it to a news channel "How long ago did the principal call you?" You turned your attention away from your phone and tot he worried woman "About two hours ago." Your heart broke, Peter was always maticulous about keeping his aunt up to date on his whereabouts so she wouldn't worry. something is defiantly wrong.

after 3 more hours, 4 calls to the police station and heading down to Peters favorite sandwich shop the door to May's apartment slowly opened with a small creek. May immediately stood up and rushed over to the door, you couldn't see anything that was happening but knew May had tears in her eyes from the shakiness in her voice "Peter where have you been? Ive been calling and calling.." May's voice faded causing you to get up and slowly make your way over to the kitchen by the door. "Peter what happened?" there was a pause before the boy answered "Nothing May, you don't need to be worried." You could hear through the lies he was telling "I just," you  heard Peter sigh deeply "I lost the Stark Internship."

Peters face finally came into your view as you got closer to the edge of the kitchen and then you saw it, Peters eyes were a faded red and his face slightly puffy with a bruise that spread from his jaw to his temple. "oh honey I'm so sorry." May pulled Peter in for a hug making Peters vision to switch from staring at the floor to in front of him or more specific behind May, right at you.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" May backed away from Peter slightly giving him room to walk around her "Y/N came over and helped me look for you, we called the police for god's sake Peter." You sensed the anger rise slightly in May with her growing voice. "And you never came over." you tried to hide the sadness in your voice but failed, your eyes caught Peters and you felt your heart break staring into the saddest brown eyes you've ever come across. "Hey May would it be alright if i talk to Peter in his room?" May nodded slightly and you grabbed Peters arm dragging him into his room, he closed the door softly behind you.

"Peter what the hell is going on? you've evener done anything like that before! And why is your face so bruised." the anger started rising in you before you could stop it, you knew you shouldn't be this made but you were "What? Never done anything like what?" the panic in Peters eyes were very evident, he's hiding something and you were going to find out what. "You always update May on where you are and what your doing if you don't make it home after school," you paused averting your eyes from Peters, you needed to look at anything but him the moment "You really worried her and me, you promised you'd stop by mine after detention but you never came, Peter please tell me whats going on?" The tension in Peters room was getting thicker and thicker by the minuet "You.." Peter exhaled loudly plopping down on his bed.

"You wouldn't believe me if i told you." a small sarcastic laugh escaped your lips "Peter you're wearing Hello Kitty pants, skipped detention and lost an internship with Tony Stark, which i didn't even know about by the way, so right now I'll believe anything."

Peter dragged his hands down his face and raked his finger through his hair before answering you "Fine, here it goes." Peters head shot up attaching his gaze onto you "I'm-I'm Spider-Man."

Your eyes went wide with shock.

"What?" you could barley speak. Peter? Spider-Man? Theres no way... "Ho-how?" was the last thing you could get in before May barged into the room "I'm assuming Y/N will be staying for dinner, so what do you kids want?" you couldn't even think straight let alone speak properly.

"Could we just have some takeout?" Peter asked with his eyes still on you. "Sure, I'll just order some chow-mein and a box of rice." May closed the door and left you and Peter alone to talk. "Peter what?" your brain scrambled for anything else to say "I-I what do you mean your Spider-Man?!" your voice started getting louder with each word that came out of your mouth.

How could Peter your shy, dorky, adorable neighbor be Spider-Man.. It just didn't make any sense.

[david-was-here]

I don’t think I’m a furry anymore

So recently on Twitter (FOLLOW ME) I have been seeing tweets about Midwest Furfest, and while all that cool I guess I've come to a realizaiton that I haven't really said this before. Mostly that's because I haven't really shared much on my art profiles, but I don't really consider myself a furry anymore. Although even then I wouldn't really say I was ever really one technically.

Back in like 2012 I decided to get a DeviantArt account because as someone that is aspiring to be a professional cartoonist it would be a good thing to have. And despite me not having a huge audience it is. However while I was there I was liking a lot of furry art and following furry artists. I didn't think much of it because I was just liking the art and not because of some ulterior motive but I just liked the submission. It wasn't until a year later I decided yeah I guess I was a furry, although that was mostly because I started drawing a lot of anthro characters. But anyways, I decided to start identifying myself as a furry even though I didn't have a sona nor was I like super vocal about that part of my life because I'm rather introspective and quiet in real life and also I didn't care that much about being a furry because it's a weird interest and that's it.

It wasn't until I got into college and started getting more antiquated with myself, in particular my sexuality, that I have decided to really make that leap. In April of 2015, I uploaded what would be my sona, James. I wanted to make him because 1, I love anthro croc and gators and how they look when designed like that, 2, I identify with a lot with crocs and gators, and 3, I decided that I needed someway to vent my sexual frustration, or at least create a character that was going through the same problems that I was going through when I realized that I was queer. I came out as bi to my family a month later before my freshmen year ended, then I started to identify more as gay than bi, then back to bi, so yeah right now I'm identifying as queer because while I do consider myself gay and had a male partner before, I'm still not sure how I feel about females in THAT way yet. But anyways, if there is a huge thing that the furry fandom/community has had in my life, it was self-discovery and realizing who I was because of how openly queer a lot of people within the fandom/community are.

After coming out during that summer I decided to find a partner. I figured that since I was a fur I tried to find a partner in the fandom/community. I signed up to a few furry dating sites, and the results were...not very satisfactory. For one, dating sites are not free. No matter what they say, you have to pay in order to get the right access to really the ideal features...like reading the damn notes! There were some friends I found, but they ended up being taken even though their profile said they were single, and as of right now I ended up losing touch with them. There were some success with finding potential mates, that only lasted less then a month. Although a lot of it was me not being comfortable with myself being open about my sexuality yet...as well as seeing other potential mates at the same time (all of these were online not in real life). There were two that lasted longer than a month. One was when I decided to go for a master/pet relationship (yes I actually did that) where I started to feel like I was actually falling in love with him, only to realize that I never knew his name AND he was getting in a serious relationship with someone else. I was worried about him so I contacted one of his friends that he listed was his friend on his profile, only to find out he was getting serious with someone behind my back. I broke it off with him and didn't have any bad blood with him...only to have this friend that I contact share a screencap of my ex saying that I was some stalker and that if I stopped stalking him this friend would report me to the police. I blocked both of their accounts and ended up getting super angry for the rest of the day because of that. I'm not making that up by the way this did actually happen!

The second was the only partner I met in real life. He lived two hours away from me and when we met after my sophomore year ended, I realized that he was seriously the first person I ever had feelings for. I wouldn't say I was in love with him, but it was growing. However things fell apart and we ended up breaking up. This was the first person I had ever had a serious relationship with, and it hurt. I stopped using those furry dating sites afterwords and to this day I never reopened those deactivated accounts. I still tried to find partners online after that but that ended relatively recently with more broken hearts and the realization that I don't really want to change who I am to fit into the LGBT community, or be stereotypically gay and openly queer.

But we are getting off track. When I started my sophomore year of college, I found out about a fur group that was in my town. I thought it was cool and I decided to see if I can see if there was any meet-ups. I have only been to two and I hardly know any of the members within the group. There is one that I keep touch on briefly, and that's really about it. Even then I could never really connect because a lot of their interests are video games and anime and I don't really know much about those two topics, and it also didn't help that they were extroverted and, like I said before, I am introverted, so even during the meets I was at I never talked with anyone. And the group hardly gets together anyways for a big meet besides just individual meetups.

Through out like five years of being a furry I've come to realize that I'm not really one, nor do I want to identify as one. And while having some bad experiences and realizing that I'm not the atypical furry is one factor, as well as just wanting to follow artists I like on here, but it's how serious a lot of members within the fandom/community take it. Even when I was still identifying myself as one, I knew that I wasn't going to take it super seriously what-so-ever and got that not everyone will "get" it. To most furs, they take it like a badge of honor. Like seriously, it's largely a bunch of grown adults who dress up in animal costumes and act cute and like art that is considered cute or super erotic, it's very weird! And if you embrace it, that's totally fine. But it's so hard defending the fandom/community with how rampantly open furs are with how erotic and kinky a lot of the art and members are, as well as people treating it more as a lifestyle than a weird hobby/interest. And don't tell that it's a small minority because honestly  it is a lot more common than you might think. I mean when you have people make coming out videos about being a fur...like no. You aren't born as a furry. It gotten a lot worse over time when the internet became overtly political, especially after the 2016 election, and furs that I follow started making posts against Donald Trump and Nazis and the alt-right, which I mean I'm not saying you can't or that's wrong or anything, but get some perspective and self awareness that your Twitter posts are half furry shit and half political shit. It's jarring and honestly kind of cringy too! And it get worse with the NSFW fur accounts who post inflation and vore art!

I know that what I said is probably more reactionary than rational and something anti-furs say (which by the way people who legit call themselves anti-furs are sad), but honestly that is how I feel. I'm just tired of seeing all the same things over and over again that I'm just kind of done with this all. I'm not trying to hate on anyone or the fandom/community as a whole, there are positive aspects of the fandom/community that I don't begrudge. But this post is less about trashing on furries and more me explaining why I don't call myself a fur anymore. I will still post art on furry social media sites because it still is a platform to share work. I just don't consider myself a member of the community anymore. And that's all I have to say about that.

[bellagbear]

Sometimes things don’t work out. That happens in life and love, but also in quilt design. All quilters know the problem of having a list of unfinished quilts longer than all the thread they own combined. We quilters call those projects UFO’s, unfinished objects. Maybe we call them UFO because they are that mysterious presence in our homes nobody else in our family takes seriously. There is the question quilter families always asks scornfully ‘whether we actually finish any quilts’, and that one has not been original anymore since 1452. However, in this post, I want to discuss the question when, and how, we are willing to give up on projects. And why giving up is not a bad thing. I will do that with the help of one of my own discarded quilt projects: the danger quilt.

The plan: a danger quilt

The picture shows the initial design ideas for this quilt. I named it ‘the danger quilt’ because it reminds me of those hexagon warning signs. The spider web drawing was the plans I had for the quilting of the quilt.

Work on this quilt started promising. I made some stencils from cardboard and started cutting fabrics. The pile of pieces grew and grew. I decided to cut the fabric without first drawing the pattern pieces on the fabric like I usually do. It would be good practice and a time-saver if managed well. However, cutting fabric turned out harder than I expected.

What went wrong with this quilt?

Once I had the pile of the hexagons, I started putting the quilt together. I tried and tried to sew the Y-seams, even by hand, but the quilt somehow did not get together. I think my hexagons were not cut precise enough. In the pictures, you can see I tried assembling the hexagons both in groups and in long rows. Both did not work though, and in the end, the whole process frustrated me so much that this project ended up on top of my bookcase for almost a year.

My solution: give up on that quilt

How to know to abandon a project, or to leave it in a cupboard for a few more months? Because there are also those projects that get finished. With this one, it took me more than half a year to know. When I was living abroad I had no access to most of my ongoing quilt projects. So, when I returned I looked at each with fresh eyes. Some of the projects get finished, like this mini-quilt I’m very proud of:

‘Look behind the lines’ miniature quilt and a quilt exhibition

Me and my quilt friends at the exhibition

Look behind the lines mini quilt

The danger quilt won’t be finished though. I felt such an aversion towards working on this quilt, that I decided to choose happiness and give up on this quilt. The quilt has served its purpose in teaching me valuable quilting lessons. Now I want to move on and use the new knowledge and ideas for a new quilt. It is time to give myself the space for something new without worrying about projects I don’t want to put energy in. So what to do with the pile of hexagons?

Repurpose! the start of a secret quilt project

Yes, it is a shame I cannot tell you about my plans. But I promise you, I will tell when this mystery quilt is finished and delivered. The point is that, for me, it works to think of a new use for fabrics to justify giving up on an old idea -I have a pillow somewhere with an unnamed project in it as stuffing because I could not face it anymore…  It makes me sad and it is wasteful to throw fabric away, so I always try to find a new use for them. Especially for the pieces that are already cut.

This perpetually inventing and re-inventing of ideas seems to work for me, together with the recycling of clothes. I need to see the practical outcome of an idea before I can see how good or bad it actually was. I see the fruits of a bad idea not as a failure, but as the first stage of a future project. In this way, I keep learning and when you learn, nothing is a waste of time. To think in failures only brings you down.

Conclusion

Don’t keep doing something if it makes you feel bad, especially if it’s for a hobby. If you don’t want to finish a quilt, and there is nobody waiting for it, just don’t. Take the project as a learning opportunity and rip the pieces apart for pillow stuffing or whatever you want to do. Give yourself the freedom and space for a new project. This is what I’ve learned from my danger quilt attempt:

Precision is key when cutting fabric pieces without marking them first

Don’t be tough on yourself when you don’t want to finish a quilt

There will always be more ideas to work on when a previous one doesn’t work out.

Some questions for you:

Do you discard projects, and if so when?

What is your longest living UFO? Do you think you will finish it?

Do you easily change plans and re-invent creative projects and material use?

Would you like to know more? 

How to make a scrap quilt with many pieces

Using old shirts to make a new quilt

Picknick blanket scrap quilt

See my DeviantArt or Instagram (username: bella.g.bear.art) for more artwork and WIPs. You can also follow my blog by clicking on the button on the left or by filling in your email address. There will be a monthly update at the end of every month and a new blog post every Sunday or Monday.

When and how to quit a quilt Sometimes things don't work out. That happens in life and love, but also in quilt design. All quilters know the problem of having a list of unfinished quilts longer than all the thread they own combined.

[acintr20anim385]

Assignment 2 pt 2 - Applying feedback

Today, I was given feedback by my kind classmates for my story. The story was received very well and I was told that I was bit too “all over the place” because I was very energetic which is ideal, but less arm moment, but same energy. 

The most vital feedback was two things:

1. Taking into consideration in beginning similar to how Emperor Kuzco: The New Groove where he is all sad and depressed... and as a llama, under the rain with his voice narrating over his story of how he ended up in that situation. (Same treatment as Megamind).

2. The whole story build up was excellent... until the end. It flopped, and BADLY! Only because it built up a whole lot only for the ending being kind of anticlimactic. I had a few suggestion.:

       -The kid would lie to the alien as he’s being dragged out in the hallway.

       -The teacher is an alien.

The problem with the Emperor Kuzco’s opening is that, it has been already overused in several film, not turning into itself into a cliche which is what I want to prevent so I can stand out more. Like the lie sequence is based from Antman, the visual storytelling hasn’t been overused, and with my take on it, it’ll be somewhat entertaining.

The problem with both ending is that, if I were to end the story without the kid not receiving some type of consequence, showing the audience that lying is bad, but if I brush it off with a punch line of him lying, would it send the wrong message to the audience? Maybe, but I have to be careful what type of message I wish for my audience to encode.

Now, applying everything I have taken into account, here is the revised story beats and treatment:

If dad’s path is taken:

0.1 - Scene begins in the morning at the kid’s front door. 

0.2 - The kid walks out of the front door, groans loudly

0.3 - His dad walks out, looks down talks to the kid: “Look, I’m trusting you this time to go to school by yourself now, but you better promise me you’ll be there, okay?”

0.4 - The kid sighs and says: “Yeah, yeah, what-”

0.4a - The father looks at him with a stern look and points at him: “You promise?”

0.4b - The kid roll his eyes and tries to make the most fake smile, while crossing his fingers behind his back: “I promise.”

0.5 - The kid proceeds to walk downstairs and walk out of frame.

0.6 - The dad stares at his son walking away: “Have fun at school!”

0.7 - The dad receives no response back.

0.8 - The dad walks back in the house and closes the door.

0.9 - Silence, still frame of the door.

0.9a - You hear his voice in the background: “Oh, he forgot his lunch bag”

0.9b - Cuts to the kid walking down to school and he sees a road sign infront of him, one direction says school, the other one says arcade.

0.9c - The kid shows a clear evil smile, showing that he plans to go to arcade

0.9d - He looks both way, ensuring that there are no witnesses, proceeds to go to the direction of the arcade.

0.9e - He walks out of frame and, once again, silence.

0.9f - The kid yells and you see the kid runs back from the side from where he left the frame to the other side.

0.9g - Frame cuts to the classroom

TOTAL BEATS: 18

Beggining: 

1- Teacher is taking attendance.

2-Teacher notices that the main character is late again

3- Countdown to him appearing

-4 Character quickly opens and closes the door, appearing with burned clothing and the tip of his hair on fire.

5- The teacher, and the classroom as well appear unamused by his attire.

6- The protagonist is heavy breathing, noticeably tired from one can assume for running a lot.

7- Teacher sigh, placing his head down and places his thumb and index on the temple of his nose and says:”I shouldn’t even ask but... Why are you late this time?”

8- Protagonist, trying to to catch his breath, placing his hand on each knees as he tries to speak with the little oxygen he has in his system: “Please... wait... I need your help-- Something crazy happened!”

9- Teacher looks up in disgust having this hear this line again: “Really? Is it like that one time where you came late because you were busy because you had the solution for global warming?”

10- Cuts to a shot of the protagonist wearing a lab coat

11- Protagonist tries to relax, just enough to be able to formulate his words: “Look, I know what I’ve said in the past, but I mean it this time!”

12- A classmate interrupts, by shouting from the back of the classroom: “Yeah, like that one time where you said that the “president” you needed for a ‘top secret mission”.”

13- Camera cuts to a shot of the protagonist wearing an over sized suit clearly not meant for his size. Cuts back to actuality.

14- The protagonist shakes his hands and head, as if he’s brushing off his examples, replying with: “That’s not the point! Something crazy happened just now and I need your help to-”

15- A classmate interrupts, by shouting from the back of the classroom: “You said that exact same thing two weeks ago.”

16- The protagonist stutters and speaks under his breath: “Did I...?” Then shouts towards the class: “LOOK, WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. HE COULD BE HERE ANY SECOND NOW.”

17- Teacher clearly annoyed by his charade, but decide to play along with it: “Okay, okay... Who’s on his way?”

18- The kid looking at his teacher with a face of desperation, looking genuinely concerned, with a sharp gaze, squinting and says: “The ALIEN!”

19- The whole class groaning and laughing at the laughable response from the protagonist. The teacher is noticeably irritated.

20- The protagonist looks at the teacher, then looks at the class feeling frustrated: “No, please, I’m serious! I mean it this time!”

21- The protagonist begins to fidget as he finds a hard time finding a way to explain a story.

22- Student notices that the teacher has a chalk.

23- He jumps in the air and grabs the chalk and says: “I’m going to need that.’

24- He stands in front of the chalk board

25- The teacher tries to stop him, but the protagonist shushes the teacher.

26- Protagonist begins to illustrate his story.

CONFLICT:

27- The whole story will now be illustrated in through the chalkboard. (Will update post with visuals)

28- Protagonist sees a device resembling a fidget spinner

29- He picks up and spins it. The device starts glowing brightly. His face is  by how bright it is.

30- The classmate interrupts with: “Oh, yeah? Show us!”

31- The protagonist reaches for his back pocket and reveals the device.

32- The whole classroom laughs, another student replies: “That’s clearly a fidget spinner.”

33- The protagonist appears with confusion: “What? Look, that’s not the point!”

34- He turns around facing the chalkboard and begins to draw.

35- Within the story, he hears a sound, an unrecognizable sounds, but it’s coming in fast.

36- A UFO appears heading towards the kid.

37- The protagonist begins to run.

38- Quick cuts of him getting shot at several time.

39- After the protagonist frantically runs a way, the UFO loses control and crashes into the street.

40- The protagonist covers his whole body, embracing the crash.

41- The top part of the UFO opens and then reveals... The alien.

42- Protagonist: “AND IT WAS THE ALIEN!”

43- The whole classroom is quiet creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.

44- The teacher cuts the silence with: “...An alien?”

45- The protagonist, relieved as he believes that the teacher is understanding: “YES! AN ALIEN.”

46- The teacher, still not believing it, replies: ‘Riiiight...”

47- Protagonist looks at the teacher and then chalkboard as he says: “And not just that but...”

48- Cuts back to the story, showing the alien standing up from the UFO.

49- Protagonist: “He stood all tall and mighty, telling me to give him the device, but I refused...”

50- He prepares himself to fight. Protagonist: “And I bravely fought, but...”

51- Show many shots of the fight in silhouette, almost like a very dramatic samurai fight behind a door. Protagonist: “But after a long battle, he proved to be too strong for me and I had to make a tactical retreat.” (Will provide visuals)

52- Cuts to a shot of him running away in fear while the alien chases after him.

53- The protagonist stop moving his chalk and looks at the class: “And that’s why I was late for class.”

54- Shot of the whole chalkboard completely covered in illustration drawn by the kid.

ENDING:

53- The protagonist stop moving his chalk and looks at the class: “And that’s why I was late for class.”

54- The teacher lashes out after getting sick of dealing with the same game: “THAT IS IT! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL THE TRUTH AND JUST COME TO CLASS ON TIME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!?”

55- Protagonist, off-guard by the teacher’s reaction, stuttering: “B-B-But i-it’s the truth! He is right behind that door as we speak!”

56- Teacher immediately continues his yelling: “IS THERE NOW? ALRIGHT, CLASS. LET’S OPEN THE DOOR AND UNVEIL THIS “ALIEN” THAT IS SUPPOSEDLY BEHIND THIS DOOR.”

57- Protagonist start freaking out, afraid of what might happen next, immediately tries to stop the teacher by pulling his shirt from behind: “WAIT, PLEASE, NO!”

58- The teacher opens the door.

- For Alt Ending #2, Take 2, this is where it starts from -

59- Behind the door appears the alien that the kid was speaking about, the teacher facing the opposite direction of the door, pointing his arm at the outside of the door believing that no one is out in the hallway: “SEE!? NO. ALIEN! NOW WHY DON’T YOU COME CLEAN AND-

60- The entire class is surprised by the alien turning out to be real, everyone starts whispering to each other, some kids showing major concern

61- The teacher is confused by the class’s reaction: “What? Don’t tell me there’s an--

61a - The teacher turns around is speechless, completely lost any sense of speaking.

62- The alien slowly begins walking forward.

63 - Alien pushes the teacher aside

64 - The kid fall on his back due to fear of the alien

65 - The kid crawls backward until his back is against the teacher’s desk, meanwhile, the alien slowly walks towards the kid.

66 - The alien, standing in front of the kid, leans forward.

Total beats: 67 + 18 = 85

ATL ENDING #1:

67 - The alien slowly takes off his helmet to reveal... a very handsome man, its an actor.

68 - The unknown man says: “Can I have my [item name here] back?”

69 - Everyone, including the teacher and classroom, is shocked by the revelation, but mostly, they’re confused.

70 - The actor groans because the kid doesn’t respond because he’s still panicking. The actor says: “What the hell is going on here?”

71 - The teacher, losing it in the background, trying to explain by mentioning key words of the protagonist’s story in order for the actor to understand.

72 - The actor stands up, looks at the class and says: “Wait, did the kid tell you a long story about an alien chasing him?”

73- Everyone nods.

74 - The actor sigh, showing signs that this has happened before: “Okay, look, I’m an actor and...”

75 - Notices that the kid has chalk in his hand.

76 - The actor grabs the chalk from the kid’s hand and says: “I’m going to borrow that. I explain better with visuals.”

77 - The actor explains the story through the chalkboard

78 - The actor says: “So, basically...”

Short story is that a group of people, including the actor, were filming and the kid was in the set and picked up the item which activated the UFO vehicle causing havoc to the set, and inside was the actor angry because he inside the UFO as he hit himself everywhere within it. He got out of the UFO and the alien, which was the actor, chased after him.

ALT ENDING #2:

         With the same premise as before, the alien corners the kid and the supposed alien, instead of it being an actor, it could be his dad. But he reveals himself only after he does this:

67- The alien grabs the kid and lift him and shouts: “I’ve been searching for you to stop from all your lies. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?”

68- The kid, screaming and struggling to get off by the alien’s hand, says: “I-I-I’M SORRYYYY!”

69- Kid begins to cry.

70- The alien, continuing to scare the kid: “DO YOU PROMISE TO NEVER LIE AGAIN!?”

71- The kid cries even more and screams: “I PROMISE, I PROMISE, I PROMISEEEEE!”

72- The alien stops screaming, and lowers his voice: “That’s I needed to hear... son.”

73- The kid, crying harshly, slowly stop and is found confused by his last comment: “*Sniff* ...Son?”

74- The alien places the kid down.

75- The alien takes off his helmet revealing the father: “Hi, son!”

76- Everyone is in on the joke, everyone laughing.

77- The kid, utterly confused by what has happened: “W-What...? W-W-What’s going on?”

78- The father, trying to stop himself from laughing, looks at the kid and places his arm on his shoulder: “Its sort of a complicated story, but...”

79- The father notices crushes chalk on the floor which leaves a trail from where the kid dropped after he fell on his back.

80- The father grabs it and walks towards the board: “I explain better with visuals. SO!”

81 - The story is being taken place on the chalkboard, but this time it is much quicker

82 - I get a call from your teacher, very angry, telling me about all of our lies so, I decided that I had to fight fire with fire. I bought a super awesome costume, painted a drone as a UFO, told the teacher about my plan and then... *Quick montage from the kid’s story* and here we are.

ALT Ending #2, Take 2:

Starting story beats: 58 + 18 = 76

59 - Dad appears at the door holding a lunch bag, he says: “Oh, hi!”

60 - The son looks what’s behind the door, confused at seeing his dad, he says: “Dad?”

60 - The teacher looks at the father with great satisfaction: “Oh, Mr. [Last name], perfect timing! Here’s your son.”

61 - The teacher grabs the kid from behind pushes him towards the dad.

62 - The father very confused to what is going, raises hold his son with one arm as he is pushed by the teacher: “Wait, what’s going on?”

63 - The teacher holding the door, he changes from happy to sad: “Just ask your son because he is suspended for TWO WEEKS!”

64 - The teacher slams the door shut.

65 - The father with an expression to show how shocked by hearing those words from the teacher, hearing that his son is suspended.

66 - The son, afraid of what might happen, tries to explain by turning around looking up at his father and says: “Dad, let me explain!”

67 - The father showing clear anger by him and in disbelief: “I can’t believe you lied... You lied to the teacher and to your own father!”

68 - The son, at the verge of crying, further exclaims: “But Dad.”

69 - The father shouts at him: “BUT DAD NOTHING!”

70 -The son takes a step back in fear, his expression says that he’s never seen his father like this.

71- The father looks away with a clear fist formed on his hand.

72 - He then sighs and just face the opposite way of his son: “Why is it so hard for you to just tell the truth...?”

73 - The son sniffling, understanding the consequence of his lies has cost him, he tries to grab his father’s hand.

74 - The father walks away with his head down: “Just do whatever you want... See you at home.”

75 - The father opens the front door of the school and walks out of the scene.

76 - You see a clear shot of the kid crying in the hallway.

77 - A pair of legs appear right before him.

78 - The kid looks up with plenty of tear on him.

-Imagine this in a POV shot from the kid

79 - POV shot - He look up and see’s the very same alien from his story.

80 - The son, raises his arm to tell him stop saying: “Wait, hold on a second!”

81 - The alien gets closer

82 - The kid in pure fear: “Wait, NOOOOOO!”

81 - The alien grabs the kid, covering the whole frame to black.

END

TOTAL BEATS: 76 + 22 = 98

Treatment:

The setting takes places in a classroom at a normal middle school. Teacher is taking attendance and realized that the protagonist is running late. As expected, the student breaks in with burned clothing and the tip of his hair on fire as he hyperventilates. The classroom and teacher are unamused by him arriving. Hearing him speak the same routine, everyone is annoyed and tired because all of his excuses has been the same as all the other excuses. The teacher gives him a shot to explain himself and the protagonist grab the teacher's chalk and illustrate the story. Basically, aliens chases after him after the kid found an item on the floor which led to him to how he is right now.