#v: Burnt

[crispyblonde]

@bitchheroine continued from here

Jessica couldn't hold back the smile, retribution against some douchebags never sounded like a bad time. If she was being honest, she could find some sort of satisfaction in Meg's antics. Fire, however, was still a bit of a sore subject for her. But this? Controlled exposure to the phobia that had developed with her death -- maybe it was time to give that a whirl. Not that she was about to admit that fear to her companion... as though not voicing it would keep the knowledge hidden. The flinching and increased heart rate would surely not give her away.

"Alright. How are we going to figure out which assholes need their cars tourched?"

[crispyblonde]

an embarrassed smile followed jen's outburst. ❝ sorry, that was super insensitive. i know you've been freaked out about all of this. anyone would be. yeah, it's dead. i can leave if that would make you feel more comfortable to get out of here. or i can walk you out. ❞

shapeshifters didn't seem to be very social from everything she had read, so jess is fairly confident she doesn't have anything left to worry about. she planned to stick around for a little while anyway. make sure the deaths stopped. plus, she was running a bit low on cash and would probably have an easier time finding a quick job here.

it was the most tense forty-five minutes of her entire life. her skin crawled, she could feel every tiny motion in her body. from the pulse between her toes to the bubble in her throat. twenty minutes in and her cuticles had been picked raw.

she hated silence, but what she hated more was the droning buzz of the fluorescent tubes overhead. every second that ticked over felt longer than the last, she wasn't used to sitting so still. sure her day to day wasn't exactly filled to the brim with excitement, but this was torture.

" jesus fuck! " Jen nigh leapt from her skin when the silence was cut with Jessica's voice. " wha-what happened? did you ... is it dead? "

[mikashida]

it's a russian taunt

[citricjoy]

kyle on simon’s moral compass 🖤

[crispyblonde]

@pantslessoptimism liked for a starter in the main verse

❝ i stay away from wendigos myself, but, i heard this story about a guy that killed five of them in one night. apparently, he fashioned homemade huge firecrackers and used them to stun the things enough to give him time to douse them. ❞ ingenuity was interesting and she was pretty impressed by the story. however, the first time she had read up on wendigos after hearing another hunter mention them, she had decided rather quickly that she would never hunt one herself. fire was the more effective way to kill them. jess had completely avoided any cases where people mysteriously went missing in the deep woods. no way could she sit through burning another living thing alive, not after going through it herself. ❝ i think it just really showcases how obsessed men are with exploding and destroying things, because who else is thinking about trying to toss a firecracker into a wendigo? ❞

[djarin]

one of the main reasons i love ofmd is the unapologetic queer joy they show us. there's not a single moment where the drama revolves around a character's "coming out" moment. there's no need to accept or reject anyone for what they identify as. like, for fuck's sake, there have been so many moments in the show where they explicitly tell us, "hey, this is us, take it or leave it." no explanations, no justifications—just pure, unfiltered representation. it truly drives in the point that at the end of the day, queer people are also just simply people.

as much as i appreciate the abundance of queer representation we're getting now, i cannot emphasize how much a show like ofmd means to me. i am begging more companies to do what ofmd is doing and just show queer people living as boring old fucking people instead of as victims. take us beyond existing as an educational tool or a plot device. show queer people being people, and we'll stop being victims.

"kill me. kill us all. our spirit will last throughout your entire fսckin' empire because... we're good." you know what this show teaches us? that queer people are resilient as fuck, and that whatever we may have been told, shown, and made to believe about our queerness is wrong. we're good. we continue to be good despite the hardships we face. despite all the shit our elders and trailblazers have gone through from the beginning. despite the political landscapes of today that continue to try to strip us of our dignity and rights. we still exist and we will continue to exist—as people first, and victims last.

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[14dayswithyou]

sending ren a kiss!! (I love him sm) how would ren/redacted react to an angel who just kinda appears behind people whenever they talk about her. Whether she was there previously or not no one knows but she just appears and integrates herself into the convo. (I love the demo sm! Especially the smaller details like rens heart tattoo)

✦゜ANSWERED: Conancore lmao /pos

Honestly?? I think Ren would take advantage of this situation and just... constantly keep mentioning Angel in hopes of having them turn up ^^; He's really trying to manifest them into his life hsgjshdj

[annabelle--cane]

sitting on my hands so hard every time I see a tmagp theory post based on inaccurate information because it's impolite to constantly tell random people on the internet that they're wrong and it is in fact completely normal to not have encyclopedic knowledge about these podcasts and I, magnus trivia marina, am the outlier in this situation

[random-lil-illing]

‼️ TW: BLOOD ‼️ (granted its not very realistic but still)

the best friends finally meet !! granted its during the end of operation sand viper and theyre both Going Through It™ but at least they met :)

[crispyblonde]

multiple hunters swarming the place innervated the blonde, but also made her feel incredibly dumb. if the other woman hadn't found her, jessica would have sentenced herself to a second death. she's embarrassed, but sonny's kind smile and demeanor do wonders to put her at ease. after all, she's not had a genuine moment with anyone since her mysterious resurrection and she wasn't aware of how badly she was craving connection with someone that could understand her... not until a taste of it was dangled in front of her. the urge to ask if any of the hunters around her knew sam was strong and the question almost bubbled out of her mouth before she thought better of it. her paranoid dreams and thoughts warned her not to trust anyone. kind of came with the territory of getting murdered by your boyfriend's demon-possessed best friend.

the blood and gore was still something jessica was not used to. a slight crinkle of her nose accompanied her gaze at the hand held out to her as a result, but she pushed it back and shook the woman's hand. she considered using the alias she created her first night alive with sonny, but ultimately decided if she did let herself find an ally within another hunter she should not start it off with a lie. jessica was a common enough name, anyway, right? ❝  i'm jess. ❞ an irrepressible spark of hope flashed within her blue eyes at the mention of a safe house. in the few weeks she'd been back, jessica's only been sleeping on church pews and secluded corners of public libraries. ❝  i wouldn't want to impose -- i'm sorry if i made any of this harder for you all. i'm new to all of this. but i'm sure that's painfully obvious. ❞

“we'll  know  when  we're  done  once  we  get  the  clear.”  sonny  spoke  as  she  stood  in  defense  mode  as  brown  hues  glanced  around  as  her  fellow  hunters  scanned  for  any  other  vamp  that  could  possibly  be  hiding  in  any  corner.  taking  down  a  nest  was  never  a  simple  task.  they  all  always  came  back  bloody.  ironic.

but  the  moment  they  got  the  clear,  sonny  relaxed  before  looking  at  the  blonde  with  curious  eyes  and  a  kind  smile,  “i  guess  we  could  call  what  happened  a  fun  introduction.  i'm  sonny.  hope  you  don't  mind  a  bloody  hand.”  the  huntress  attempted  with  a  light  hearted  laugh  as  she  extended  her  hand  out  to  the  other.  wasn't  the  cleanest,  but  politeness  was  bashed  into  her  skull.  “we're  gonna  be  heading  to  my  safehouse  if  you  want  to  join  us?”

[lunarsanctuary]

stageplay kevin is literally so ridiculou.s

[crispyblonde]

@realmyths continued from here

she can't be honest with her, so hopefully her half-truths are enough to quell all of the questions she might have. working the case had brought her right into the space that would have been the next crime scene the police of this town weren't equipped to handle. luckily, jessica had arrived in time to scare off her monster of the week.

she would have to track it down later. the would-be victim's safety was more important in this moment. ❝ you're in the park. a guy -- he knocked you out. i couldn't catch up to him. how are you feeling? i should probably take you to a hospital. ❞

[bishicat]

a little self-indulgent sketch to see what Johnny-in-love would look like

[crispyblonde]

❝ no, please. i love it. you're lucky to have her. i'm sure she brightens up your day even if you're a little embarrassed about it when she's on speaker. ❞ she wasn't worried about derek's intentions with roxie. if the look in his eyes when he was stealing glances at her weren't enough to convince her that he loved the eldest carmichael, the fact that he had continued to show up for her when most would have given up on her hot and cold antics did.

she held silver bullets for his government issued gun in one hand and took the tablet in the other. she'd keep an eye on the shifter while derek chased him down. with any luck, they would be done with this before dark.

she followed him to the black suv parked out front of the office and climbed into the passenger seat, her eyes only leaving the tablet when she'd nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk... and tried to casually play it off instead of draw attention to it. her red face counteracted that attempt, though.

"sorry about her," derek said as he hung up the phone, shaking his head. "that's one of her thousands of usual greetings to me. her and i are close, but not like that." he didn't want jessica to get the wrong idea and run back to roxie with the information. then again, he was pretty sure roxie already knew exactly how his relationship with garcia was and that it was all just playful banter.

"nah, you'll be fine. if hotch says anything, i'll explain to him later. it's gonna be a hell of a lot easier to track him down and get rid of him if you're in the car with me."

no way was he letting jess go off in her own car and risking anything happening to her. "c'mon, let's go."

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the break of dawn - Pt1

(TWST zombie apocalypse au for all your crack-fic needs)

Yuu would like to make one thing very clear: he did not start the zombie apocalypse on purpose.

In fact, he would like to argue that it – probably – would have started even without his help! Yeah, so he might have accidentally fed and housed a zombie cat because he had mistaken it for a very unfortunate stray on its last legs, and the zombie cat had bitten his parents, turning them into zombies, which kickstarted the apocalypse… but how did that zombie cat come to be? Hm? Hm?

The apocalypse was inevitable! He swears!

But, uh… he would admit that maybe taking in Grim was not the brightest decision he had ever made.

Or maybe it was an amazing plan. He hadn’t yet been attacked by a zombie. He was pretty sure that the zombies were a hivemind of sorts, and since he was nice to Grim they were all cool with him… or something. Maybe he was just uniquely disgusting to the point where no one wanted to eat him. Which was a weirdly insulting thought to have, so he preferred to believe that Grim was doing him a heck of a solid.

Which had its own problems. Had he accidentally sacrificed the entire human race for the sake of saving his own skin? Because that would be, at least, the tiniest, littlest bit messed up, he thought.

He rubbed his weird zombie cat’s head. Grim was a strange looking thing, with green skin and a face that was visibly on the verge of rotting. However, Grim was still a cat, Yuu was pretty sure, and therefore he deserved all of the love. He opened his arms, smiling when Grim readily hopped into them for the sake of pets. The texture was close to that of a hairless cat, save for a tiny patch of moss on the end of its tail, which looked soft, but Yuu had no intentions of touching it. Not right now, at least. Maybe if this zombie apocalypse survival stuff got too hard he would give in to temptation despite the very high likelihood that it could end in him getting infected.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day, he mused absently. After all, he was running low on supplies. He’d need to leave the safety of this random apartment and find a convenience store or something of that nature sometime soon, otherwise he’d starve to death.

But he didn’t wanna. Do you know how hard it is to find a store that hasn’t already been ransacked? Would you want to have to evade groups of humans who had taken to cannibalism way too quickly? Do you think it’s easy to explain to people that, actually, the zombie cat isn’t parasitic and lying in wait until it can kill you? How good would you be at ignoring the screams of people being eaten by zombies? Like, really, his life was so awful. You would think it was karma or something! He would like to reiterate that he does not deserve this! The zombie apocalypse was not his fault!

He groaned and flopped down in bed with Grim, burying his face in a pillow. It smelled off, slightly dingy, but he wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t like the old owner had known they were going to have the most uninvited of guests. And he couldn’t file a complaint, anyways, because chances were they were dead already.

He huffed and pressed a kiss to the top of Grim's head.

"Make sure to get a good night's sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he mumbled. He wished he could say it was more to himself than anything, since he was aware that it was very weird to talk to a cat (a zombie version of a cat, no less), but... no. He was talking to Grim.

And Grim, to his credit, purred like he understood and settled down to sleep.

Yuu continued to stay awake for only a few moments more, his eyes remained trained on the ceiling as he pieced through his plan for the next day.

He ended up drifting off out of pure boredom before he had even finished planning his route.

It wouldn't matter anyways, though, surely tomorrow would be just another day.

~

Yuu sighed lightly as he trudged down the street. Zombies were avoiding him, as usual. He liked not being eaten, so this was nice.

The summer heat was not nice, though. He glowered at the orange skies above him as if he could will the sun to leave him alone already. It did not listen to him, which was disappointing, but he would live.

Probably. Hopefully.

He’d have an easier time living if Grim didn’t insist on being carried everywhere like the diva he was, because Yuu had seen him walk a few times, the lying prick, but fine. Whatever. It wasn’t like the ability to use his hands was necessary during an apocalyptic scenario or anything.

He was left to grumble incoherently as he continued on his search for a store that was still stocked enough to bother breaking into.

He found one… far sooner than he’d thought he would.

Suspiciously fast, actually.

He looked at Grim.

“What do you think, buddy?”

Grim blinked his one eye at him lazily.

This was practically a glowing endorsement! No zombies inside!

He deserves this, really.

He looked around for something to break the glass. It wasn’t difficult. He set down Grim despite the cat’s whining so he could pick up an abandoned brick. There was a dark red stain on the corner of it.

Ewwwwwwww. It was sticky.

He threw the brick at the glass door to the convenience store with probably a little bit more force than was entirely necessary. But, in his defense, it was gross to touch.

It wasn’t even worth it in the end! Because, the second he stepped towards the door, winding the cloth of his shirt around his hand so he could widen the hole enough for him to step through without injuring himself, the automatic glass doors slid open.

Yuu blushed. “Good thing no one saw that, right?” he said to Grim.

Grim, who he was beginning to suspect might actually know what he was saying, gave him what one could only describe as a raised eyebrow. Considering the cat only had half a face, making this expression was actually quite the feat. Yuu wasn’t sure how he felt about the effort the zombie put into making sure that he could accurately interpret how unimpressed he was.

He sighed, picked up the zombie again, and stepped inside.

The place looked like… well, just about any place in the apocalypse. Blood stained just about everything, rendering the food labels largely unreadable. The emergency lights still worked, but only barely, flickering more than the lights in a B-list horror movie. What had almost definitely once been a person was slumped in a corner, though it was almost unidentifiable now, its clothes missing and its guts torn out.

Yuu set down Grim so the zombie could go and have a snack.

Grim didn’t leave his side, instead he stayed close to his heels.

This, really, should have tipped him off that something was wrong. Grim never turned down the opportunity to eat.

Yuu, though, was too busy rubbing his thumb on a canned food label, trying to figure out what aisle he was currently in, to notice.

No, it wasn’t until Grim started growling lowly that he looked up.

A boy with a shock of messy red hair and clothes that were painted with way too much blood for it to only have been his own had been trying to sneak up on him. He had a knife out, and Yuu didn’t think that there was anything that needed cutting anywhere nearby.

Yuu shrieked and threw the can of beans at him. The redhead stumbled backwards, cradling his head, mumbling curses under his breath.

And then his expression twisted into a scowl. His grip tightened on his knife.

He took a step forward.

Grim hissed, baring fangs.

The redhead only spared a halfhearted glance down at the cat before turning his attention back to Yuu, who was scrambling for another can to throw.

And then the redhead did a double take.

He screamed and backed up a few steps, only barely stopping himself from dropping his knife in his surprise. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR CAT?!”

Yuu hesitated for just a moment too long. “Uhhhhh nothing is wrong with him.”

“THEY'RE GREEN?!”

“And you’re white but I wasn’t going to say anything about that,” Yuu sniffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy spluttered. “First of all. I’m Japanese. Everyone here is Japanese. We’re in fucking Japan. Second. Of. All. Humans can be white! Cats can’t be green!”

“Explain Grim then,” Yuu argued.

There was no response. The boy was too stunned to speak. Because he had realized that Yuu’s logic checked out perfectly, no doubt.

Slowly, the redhead ran a hand through his hair. He pulled on a few strands, hard, seemingly trying to make sure he wasn’t asleep, or in some weird fever dream, or that he hadn’t been bitten and was now going insane… he didn’t seem to be all that glad to realize that everything in front of him was actually very real.

He sunk a little in defeat, leaning against a nearby shelf and eyeing Yuu warily, but at least he was no longer openly hostile. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, somewhere between exasperated and genuinely curious.

Yuu frowned. He was not sure he liked this line of conversation more than discussing Grim. Grim was green, after all! Out of the two, surely Grim should be getting all of the attention.

But he was pretty sure that saying that out loud might be considered ‘hypocrisy’, and despite the fact that this guy had definitely tried to kill him, he didn’t want to seem like a hypocrite in front of him!

Wait a second.

“I’m the weird one?! You were trying to kill me!”

Grim didn’t look particularly happy upon being reminded of this fact.

The boy didn’t seem happy that Grim wasn’t happy, because he immediately paled and rushed to say that, “No, I wasn’t!”

Yuu looked at the knife in his hand.

He cleared his throat and dropped it. He tried for an innocent smile, as if that would somehow make Yuu forget what he had literally just watched happen. “You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Because you tried to stab me,” Yuu said flatly.

He stuck his hand out. “C’monnnn, what’s a little stabbing between new friends?”

Now, Yuu should absolutely not take that hand. Someone that had almost stabbed him once would almost certainly attempt another stabbing in the future.

But he had started talking to a cat, as of late. A zombie cat that you could argue (to much success) that he had made the much worse decision to befriend in the first place. And that had turned out fine. For him, at least.

So, he jumped at the opportunity for a new friend. He grabbed his hand in both of his own, shaking it with what was almost definitely way too much enthusiasm.

“I’m Yuu.”

“Ace…” the redhead said. He tried to pull his hand away, but Yuu was half convinced that he would turn tail and run if he did that, so he held strong. Ace looked mildly bewildered by the entire situation. He looked at the zombie cat at Yuu’s feet for a few moments. The cat did not seem all that pleased by this newfound friendship – the way he eyed the pair’s interlocked hands spoke volumes. “I don’t think that they like me.”

“He doesn’t like anyone,” Yuu said, shrugging.

Ace hesitated, briefly. His eyes flicked over Grim a few more times.

Realization sparkled in his eyes as he realized what, exactly, Grim was.

He looked at Yuu again, something appraising in his gaze. Something wary.

Without looking away from Yuu, he reached his free hand into his pocket. He pulled out a scrap of mystery meat and dropped it on the floor for Grim.

Grim sniffed it, once, before eating it.

Ace breathed a sigh of relief when the cat gave him what was unmistakably a nod of approval.

(And then visibly had a crisis over the fact that he was, apparently, looking to a cat for approval.)

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