#very fun goofers

[contronym-colours]

Went on a new file with one of my irl friends, they never played Block tales.

Decided to draw Red n Blue after we stopped at the hill near BlackRock castle entrance, gaming session pretty cool

(btw don't use this as ref I mixed up the shirt n pants shades. Whoopsie)

[snrsnrp]

Afterdeath Ramble & Observations (don’t take this seriously, it’s only my opinion hahahaha)

Something I find so endearing about Afterdeath is that I’m pretty sure Renrink stated that Geno would die upon Reaper’s touch (please fact check before taking my word for granted, I have a weird memory) Yet literally the majority of artists, including me haha, draw them mostly physical. OH BUT TECHNICALLY Geno can’t die in the Savescreen so that clears up a bit of it, but I am talking about post-savescreen.

Personally I like to believe their arc being Reaper coming to reap Geno IN the Savescreen, failing, then becoming very interested. He visits quite often and they form a bond. My brain loves tragic shit so then I have two headcanons that outline their relationship. First one, quite tragic but not really, they love each other just for the sake of being loved. RT!Toriel aside, Reaper probably formed a connect just because Geno wouldn’t die. Geno on the other hand, he had no one else. I suppose that’s the storyline I’m going for in an Animatic I’m working on (Song’s “She Knows My Name” by The Family Crest, give it a listen cause it’s a banger)

I think the reason I don’t really indulge in the typical ‘flirty Reaper’ is because I personally believe that’s more of a fanon characteristic of his. Sure, I can see him being a bit of a silly goofer, but I doubt he’d go as far as being outwardly flirty. Canon Reaper, from my knowledge, is much more reserved and ‘fucked up’ in a way. I think people tend to forget he’s a cynical character, no issues with that, his more widespread characterisation is extremely fun imo!

As for Geno, boy is he interpreted much more ‘tsundere’-like widely. Very fun characterisation! BUUUUT personally, I believe he’s much more playful and heck, might even possess more fanon Reaper characteristics. He’s very open minded and by the end of Aftertale, he’s depicted as an understanding and empathetic character as seen in his quarrel with Gaster. Onto the fun personality, I think it’s more prominent when he’s in his ‘manipulative era’. Seen cracking jokes with AT!Sans and such. Oh but I certainly see how he could be stubborn if we’re taking CPAU into consideration haha! Lovely dynamic they have there

[pleas3pretendimnothere]

I think seven books in a month is a record for me. Thank you, Narnia.

Uglies

By Scott Westerfeld - Haha, wow, this was a book. I remember growing up seeing the Uglies series populate library endcaps and book fairs. I remember friends toting the series. I don't remember anyone ever recommending it. Still, I respected that it was a piece of YA lit at the forefront of the dystopia craze, and I knew I wanted to read it one day. What luck! I found it on sale for all of ¥800, and I took it as a sign. It was time to read Uglies.

This book is nuts. While the prose is serviceable, the story explains so much to me about the YA dystopia cancer of the 2000s. The Hunger Games takes an idea and builds a frightening, believable world around it. Uglies takes an equally compelling idea and creates some real goofer-goober shit. I told myself Uglyville, Pretty Town, names like those were all a part of the satire, and I found myself having a grand ol' time. Until the middle of the book.

This is not a good book. Like Poor Things, after you get past the silliness of the world, Uglies has itself an intriguing, compelling narrative. A girl obsessed with her own appearance comes to realize this obsession stems not from herself but from the culture of her society. Beauty is subjective, and she is fighting to believe otherwise; beauty does matter, and she must not be ugly. A challenging narrator like this is a great idea, and she made me want to learn more about this fucked-up world. I wanted to see how it functioned, how beauty as a foundation for a society would change everyday living. I wanted the message to be in my friggin' face.

Would you believe that this book takes place almost entirely in the woods? And in an old timey, absolutely normal log-cabin town? No, not the dystopian city that intrigues you, not the interesting stuff. We're hanging out with the trees!! Exclusively!!

The story is bonkers rebellion bullshit. Chemistry between anyone other than Tally and Shay is rushed and unbelievable. The story squanders potential for adventure and exploration and instead parks the reader into normalcy ("Wow! This thing that the reader finds silly and boring is bonkers to us future-world characters!!") It seems like the second book explores this stuff better, but why couldn't it have been the first book? Because I'm no longer interested! You lost me!

Lots of good ideas about beauty standards and self-esteem in Uglies, but ultimately it's not worth anyone's time. The highlight is a narrator who sees appearance in everything; that is well done, but the plot is a whole lot of nothing. Don't waste any time on this one. SKIP IT!

The Horse and His Boy & Prince Caspian

By CS Lewis - Oh, Narnia. Such interesting reads as a liberal, female atheist in the year 2024. I could easily write up a hundred-page essay on this series, and I haven't even finished it yet. Yes, I am reading the books in order of the publisher's numeration, I don't wanna hear about the issues with that.

Horse perhaps is my favorite Narnia book so far--which is crazy, because no one else seems to feel this way. The book is full of problems that would not fly in today's worlds--the first being a poor little white boy is trapped in the savage desert land of heretic brown people who see Narnia as blasphemous beast country. Christianity and racism persist in every Narnia book though, so aside from how uncomfortable that shit made me, there was a great adventure story. Having a book set outside of Narnia was refreshing and expanded on the previously very small world. Horse felt far more adventurous than its predecessors; Magician and Wardrobe were mostly "things-happen-to-the-protagonists" kind of books, but Horse gives our main character and his partner real agency. This was a great bedtime story; I liked this one a lot!

And I didn't really care for Caspian! I know the Pevensies are the main characters of Narnia overall, but I seem to have the most fun when they're not around. Their return did nothing for me. Plus, the Christianity message in this one was especially strong, and that made me particularly uncomfortable (Ah, the religion of old usurps the religion of new, how joyous...). Outside of that, Peter is a flat, lackluster MC, and I never believed the siblings were ever as smart or strong or capable as Lewis tells me they are. Horse had me believe otherwise, so Caspian was a disappointment.

Will continue reading this series next month, hopefully! So far, my opinions seem to differ from the masses, but we'll see how that continues later!

Interview with the Vampire

By Anne Rice - When books are good, I don't have a lot to say about them. I don't have a lot to say about Interview, besides it's a masterpiece.

Not having a lot to say is always a good thing. Rice's prose is phenomenal; I more than once forgot I was reading a modern publication, instead believing I'd slipped into Lovecraft or Shelley or Wilde. The story is deeply emotional, just about to the point that I could not read much in each sitting because I'd start to feel ill. The mind of Louis felt so raw, so real, and the torment of his existence felt believably horrifying. The characters were incredibly compelling, and if I had a free month of time, I'd fully analyze this book front to back for its themes and messages and character relationships. This is stunning, deeply psychological horror. No wonder it's so loved today.

If you love vampires or horror or, hey, LGBT stuff (I'd count it), this is a must-read, and you don't need some random woman on tumblr.com to tell you that. BUY IT!

Black Sun

By Rebecca Roanhorse - I read the first half of this book in September and then put it back on the shelf. I didn't know if I wanted to finish it, but I decided to this month. I bought this book, after all, because it was so widely praised. It had to be good in the end, right?

Well, why did I put Sun down in the first place? A lot of reasons. I picked it back up for a couple reasons, too. The fantasy world is based on Colombian lore, and there's a heavy plot surrounding accension to godhood, which is one of my favorite types of stories. Crow gods and Jaguar gods were incredibly interesting. I liked the two main characters and their chemistry a decent amount, so for these reasons alone, I picked the book up again. Otherwise, I would have DNF'd.

I don't know where the praise is coming from for Sun. The prose is lackluster and at times laughably bad--I'd get horribly sucked out of the scene when a character just had to say, "I'm about to freeze my tits off." While two of the four characters are complicated and interesting, they still are stereotypes; all four characters are tropey, and Roanhorse does not shy from cringey, Marvel-esque one-liners. The plot gives absolutely nothing to chew on; characters set upon a goal and achieve them without complication. If something crazy does happen, the characters don't ever seem to react; they just carry on for the plot, unfeeling, or feeling the exact opposite of what I'd expect. The book is flooded with explanations--telling instead of showing--that leaves no impact on the reader; it's just noise. I rarely DNF books, but this one was close.

Sun is bad, and I don't know what I'm missing about it. The finale is incredibly bland because, as I said, nothing ever goes wrong. There's no emotion or fight in our characters; they just watch things go by. And by GOD, do I hate flashbacks, and this motherfucker is chock full of 'em. For the love of god, SKIP IT!

Children of Ragnarok

By Cinda Williams Chima - I read Chima's Seven Realms series and really, really loved them. So much, I decided I'm going to read everything else she's written. First, I'm reading the first book in her newest series, and I am happy to say Chima continues to satisfy my love of fantasy with Ragnarok.

The book suffers some pacing issues in the middle, but before and after that is some nonstop binge-reading. The intro sucks you in immediately; our two main characters are likeable and mysterious, though the male lead is especially compelling. Questions pervade his side of the story, and I was constantly trying to solve the mystery of his family. I've never cared more about the fate of someone's farm! Juxtaposed beside him, the female lead's tale offers necessary context for much of the male's story, but Chima has written an idiot. She is incredibly stupid, and the twists were very, "Well, no shit, sherlock." That made her half of the book fairly boring and...confusing? Why is she so dumb? How is she so dumb? Or am I genius??

The prose was acceptable, if not sometimes a little repetitive. How could Eiric's story be so good and Reginn's...not? There are intriguing element's to New Jotunheim in Reginn's story, but I was constantly wondering, "When do we get back to Eiric's story?" Eiric's character is harsh and complicated. His twists were frightening and shocking, his sister compelling and mysterious, his finale disturbing. How could one story be so successful and Reginn's so...meh?

Still, I loved this book. The world is rich and rooted in Norse lore, and Eiric's story was strong enough to carry me through to the end. Chima understands irony and pacing and good stakes, and despite the failings of Reginn's story and Chima's sometimes annoying prose, I'd still recommend you BUY IT!

Moloka'i

By Alan Brennert - I only tend to enjoy historical fiction if it somehow surrounds the suffering of women. Is that weird? Maybe, if not just cathartic. It's nice to read about women who are going-through-it.

Moloka'i follows the story of a girl's long life on the island of Moloka'i, where she lives inside a leprosy colony in the early 1900s. It details the trials and tribulations of living with Hansen's disease, all the while exploring how the illness impacts a person's life in this time period. It's a deeply moving story about love and loss and all the adventures of life, but more importantly, it transports the reader into a world mostly forgotten. The colony on Moloka'i is deeply realized and incredibly immersive. I often forgot this was historical fiction and not biographical. Brennert does a fantastic job paying tribute to the real people of Moloka'i, though I can only guess as much. He did inspire to me a wish to visit the island one day and tour the museums.

A greatly endearing piece of historical fiction about illness, prejudice, family, and spirituality. Not a page-turner for me, but definitely a tear-jerker. RENT IT!

[definitelynotshouting]

HIIIIII I JUS READ CHAPTER FOUR N COMMENTED ON AO3 but i had MORE TO SAY but i POSTED THE COMMENT SO HERE I AM.

tango: you good

grian: peachy. how would you feel if i died by health potion

this GRAAAAAH. bah. he is being an absolute GOOFER. sir that is as bad as expecting them tp kill you in trial by combat!!!!! stop that!!

AAAANYWAYS absolutely lovely chapter tango is so silly i love him he’s just a goofy little guy slash positive and JIMMYYYYY the man the myth the LEGEND

AAAAAAA IM SO VERY HAPPY YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER :DDDD tango was SO much fun to write. this is his chapter we're all just living in it<3

WKDNWKDNSKDNSKSKK AND YEAH GRIAN IS NOT HAVING A GOOD ONE THATS FOR SURE. My guy be in Situations™ often of his own design and poor Tango is just trying to find something he can help fix. Thats why he latched onto the comm situation so fast. Tangible results!!! And ofc i couldnt resist putting a Jimmy mention in there as well-- the convo abt him wanting to talk to Grian actually wasnt in the original outline, but as i was writing it came together real well and felt like a good segue into Tango learning about Grian's missing comm. Im really happy i included it and that its been so well recieved❤️🥰

[flowersforabel]

Abel, I'm so sorry to hear about Willy. He seems like a very sweet boy who lived a happy and loving life. A fun little goofer! I hope you're able to stay strong in this difficult time and now that your love shined through in his life

Thank you 😭 he was the absolute best boy and it feels so crazy to have lost him so quick. We got him when he was 30lbs underweight and had never had a bath or been talked to, so we knew he had a hard start, but seeing him grow and become such a brave and happy boy was such an honor 😭😭

[hibiscuslynx]

hi it’s me again. (the anon who said i liked seeing you on my dash) i love hockey and baseball (really any sport atp), and have noticed you do as well, so do you have any New Jersey and New York sports headcanons?

HI! WELCOME BACK! AND OH BROTHER (or sibling/sister) DO I EVER !!!!!!

when that hudson river rivalry hits >>>>>>>>>>>>>

devils/rangers rivalry goes fucking crazzyyyyy in the statehouse yeah its not buffalo but tables are still being broken alright. noses too. you shouldve SEEN the shit that hudson river rivalry was getting up to in the 2010s . nj/ny r the same fucking way btw. fighting ur long-esteemed rival every time your teams meet >>>>>>>>>. i like to think this extends to devils/islanders and devils/sabres matches too bc thats all still new york even tho the rivalry isnt as strong there in the actual sport but i want these goofers to have fun soooo. i say they get really into those matches too. they use sports as a way to ✨bond✨ even though they would kill me if i said that.

nj does not have a baseball team so i imagine he isnt the biggest baseball fan in the world. definitely a hockey, football, and (college) basketball guy to me. new york, on the other hand, may quite possibly be the biggest baseball fan you have ever seen.

did you guys know. that the new york jets and the new york giants play in the same stadium. THE SAME STADIUM!!!! they literally live in the same fucking house. thats crazy. and you know where that stadium is? IN NEW JERSEY. new york is just leeching off of new jersey atp. maybe thats why he’s such a ride or die for the bills actually bc its the one team he has that actually you know is in new york.

i also think they actually play sports yk . the NE has some damn good hockey matches . nj & ny both play forward, nj more of a gritty(ha) fiery guy who does the tough work and quite frankly a little bit of a pest. likes to get under your skin. sneaky good shot. winger, plays either side. ny, on the other hand, is a two-way forward, center, plays damn good defensive and offensive hockey, can double as an offensive defenseman too. u can find him all over the ice, in the right spots, doing what he needs to be doing. not known for his hits but lays good ones.

they also play football too !! i know jackshit about football though so i could not tell you what positions they play. all i know is quarterback 😭 is it basic of me to say ny quarterback? who knows. i dont!

looping back to hockey. theyre both diehard proponents that you should not take fighting out of hockey . mfs r projecting over here. new jersey threatens suicide every time his team does badly. he alternates between being mad at his team for sucking and then muttering “im gonna fucking kill myself” afterwards. (i know you didnt ask abt PA but he does the same. there’s this tweet thats like ‘every person ive ever met from philadelphia is a lovely person who casually expresses suicidal ideation within 2 minutes of talking anout their sports team’ and its the funniest thing in the world to me. does this tie into new jersey hcs? technically, yes, bc i hc theyre brothers ^_^ enough of that tangent) new york does not do that . i just dont feel like hes that kinda guy! he is very passionate about his teams tho. they both are tbh!

this is kind of all over the place but i hope you enjoy anon ^_^ and anyone who happens to read this. this is mostly about hockey SORRY thats what i know and love LMAO

[lobotomy-man]

WOAHHHH INTROOO POST

this is all ooc (out of character) btw and also probably isn’t going to look very pretty!!!!!

Haiiii! This is an rp account for a little silly character I have on a little silly Minecraft sever called the SSMP (Star SMP)!!!!!! He is based off of the Mexican content creator Roier (mostly skin - mc skin - and his actual name - his actual name being Roier -!)

He is practically an oc at this point as he strays very far from Roier! This account was made for fun and to draw and shit like that! I would like to say, I most likely won’t get to do questions that often (if I even get sent many!) because I have school!

Anyway! If you want to find me and more content on him I have a Yt!

(yes, I’m a gacha kid. I don’t get why ppl hate honesty… I mean.. I get it a little…)

BOUNDARIES OF THE QUESTIONS!

No nsfw questions! I’m a minor and would not like to see questions like that!

Feel free to ask questions to me! I will gladly answer them!

Don’t ask to be added to the sever (I know it will probably not be asked, but I don’t wanna bother with it!)

You can ask questions about people in his life! Brother, Business parter, etc.

That’s it I think! If you want to know more about LM (Lobotomy Man), ask in the questions, in or out of character is fine!

Here are the tags I’ll be using!

#lmtalks

#lmanswers

#lmpast - probably won’t use this one a lot

#lmpissed

#lmsilly

#lmsad

#lmconfused

#lmstare

#lm?

#lm:)

ok now I think that’s it! Bye bye!

[dunngeon]

Started listening to the dndads prequel At The Mountains of Dadness. It's been at least a month or two since I've listened to these goofers, and hearing them again is always like a warm fuckin' blanket. Especially Beth who just consistently is the funniest person on the podcast.

My plan has been to go back and listen to any of the main story-related patreon content before I start season 2 (All That Jizz can wait). Or maybe I'm just afraid to start season 2.

Going to be re-listening to the first season with my best buddy @/ratfuck during the drive up to Ohio (moving in with her & her fiance) so that should be VERY fun.

My week leading up to the move has been stressful and total assbutt; I hope everyone is having a better one, and I think I will too soon. A good podcast is a step in the right direction, anyway.

[bucket-of-amethyst]

by far, my favorite thing about ur doggification of the hermits is that its highkey helping me try to figure out what my pupper is. shes certainly a mutt, very Creature, and were currently thinking she's some heeler variety? like she's definitely got some heeler tendencies but its hard to tell bc shes a big goofer. and also she is DEFINITELY not a shorthair. a few things that make it tough to tell with her is she has a Really Big & Floofy tail, and all the breeds/mixes that i can find that look like her do not, and her mouth is on the bottom of her snoot like a borzoi. even though her snoot is not particularly long. but it is sloped more than my other dog's?? and more sloped than most other dogs' ive seen.... maybe she does have some borzoi in there??? weve also been thinking border collie bc shes very border collie-esque,,

ANYWAY sorry for the ramble about the Silly, i got distacted and almost forgor to ask, any thoughts on someone being a Black Mouth Cur? my other pupper mentioned is a black mouth cur mutt, and i think it'd suit hypno pretty well! looks-wise for sure, i dont think that needs explanation, but personality wise im not completely sure because i also do not watch hypno but i have seen quite a few interactions with him because I watch xb and from my understanding it works pretty well?? idk its ur au

anyway tldr i am insane about dogs bye

Omg!! Sound like a delightful creeture with lovely snoot!! If she has a big puffy tail she might have some Spitz in her, maybe some kind of Lurcher if she had the sighthound muzzle! This is so interesting bc i while learning about breeds i tend to do the same. My aunt has a mutt i think she might have a bit of collie/heeler in her too. And i think it mostly shows by her intense need to bark and white collar-like markings on her neck kdjrjt ig well never know but it's fun to try figuring out!

And ohh i never heard of that breed! Looked it up and it doesn't even have a wiki page in my language to see if the translatd name would ring a bell. It does look like it suits Hypno for looks tho!!! I really like it! :0 But i do have to say i was looking for a dog with brindle/markings coat so i can play with a pattern that's like.. "hypnotizing" dljdkffk but i genuinely liked the looks of this one! It's going on the list!

Don't mind the ramble i also love rambling about puppers <3333

[twstinginthewind]

🐲 & ⚔️ for The carder twins and Zayn methinks! You can see I have a tinsy tiny bias

Ooooh, excellent menu selections, Miss! That's one Diasomnia combo with a pair of goofers and one bookworm, coming up! (And don't worry - biases and strong preferences are always welcome here. Picking faves is half the fun!!)

I'll go with Malleus Draconia first, because he's royalty, after all. He isn't particularly close with any of these three at the moment, but over time (and especially in one timeline) he will at least get to know them in a positive way.

twst character relationship asks!

Joker Carder has been curious about him since she first heard about him attending Night Raven College, even before she and her brother were enrolled! A mysterious prince from far away, at a school where all you really need is magic? So he's there with, like, just anyone? That's so crazy. Malleus strikes an impressive figure, so Joker was a little stunned when she first saw him at the opening ceremony at the start of the year. After she became friends with Lilia through the Pop Music Club, though, and got to hear some stories about him? He became less of a mystery and more of a friend of a friend. And one day, she might even get the courage to invite him to one of the club's performances! Malleus has heard quite a bit about her from Lilia and the others, too, and thinks she would be an amusing addition to his acquaintances.

Punch Carder isn't quite as in awe of the prince as his sister, but he does have a lot of respect for him. He's seen some of what Malleus is capable of, both magically and physically, and although he's impressed, Punch thinks that what Malleus is doing to help improve relationships between humans and the fae is his most admirable feat. He'd like to get to know him better; Punch thinks Malleus would be interesting to talk to, and honestly? He looks like he could use a friend. Something about the guy strikes him as lonesome. Malleus, in turn, has noted the tall, quiet freshman's patience and dedication, and thinks of him as a scholar who will eventually make waves.

Zayn Weatherwax is always a little flustered when his Highness comes into his bookshop, and not just because some of the rooms that Malleus likes to browse have low ceilings! Zayn is a little in awe of him, and while he'd never actually say so out loud, he had always sort of daydreamed about being spirited away by a dark and mysterious royal type. Shame this one's a student, isn't it? Aside from that, Zayn knows that whenever Malleus comes to shop, he'll be able to close early for the day; Mal drops some SERIOUS coin on books, and is usually quite impressed by the man's ability to acquire unusual or rare volumes. Malleus is fond of the sprightly little bookseller, and enjoys his occasional visits to the shop.

Sebek Zigvolt has the (dis?)advantage of being in the freshman class with the twins, so he is a bit closer to them than his liege is. In one particular timeline, he gets very close, indeed...

Sebek has respect for Zayn, most likely because he is a human that Malleus holds in regard. Since Zayn is better-read than most, he knows more about the shared history of humans and fae than average, and knows how to treat his Briar Valley patrons properly! Zayn sees Sebek, however, as a bit of a nuisance. If he's accompanying Malleus, Zayn is prepared to have to shush Sebek a lot, and the walls often echo with the young man's thunderous voice despite the shopkeeper's pleading. That said, Sebek can often be relied upon to come back later in the week, alone, and purchase copies of whatever it was that Malleus bought on his visit. Zayn never minds those visits, not one bit.

Punch and Sebek have a sort of a mixed relationship. They are a bit competitive over their grades, and ranking within the class. They also sometimes find themselves pitted together athletically, and Punch appreciates the challenge that competing with Sebek provides. But Sebek is often dismissive of Punch, and Punch sees Sebek as being ridiculously stuck-up, so while they are civil enough with one another, neither really goes out of his way to befriend the other. Over the course of a few years, the story might change, but as of right now, they're just polite acquaintances.

Things begin to get a little more interesting with Joker. Regardless of what timeline she's in, she sees Sebek as a hilarious try-hard fanboy in their first few meetings, and despite herself, is always quite taken by his looks. He's ripped, and has beautiful, unusual eyes, and that face ain't half bad, either. And Sebek finds himself frequently verbally jousting with Joker; she challenges his elitist attitudes, and often tries to get him to loosen up and smile. Over time, they do become friendly with each other, and most of the campus agree that they are the two loudest members of their class.

(Specific timeline details below the cut!)

Now, if one particular event happens (a flying accident in phys ed, where a petrified Joker is saved from falling by Sebek), their relationship goes down a different path. They wind up doing a series of unasked favors for one another, like her baking him a tray of snacks, or him just happening to have in-depth, thorough notes to help her study for an upcoming quiz in a weak subject, and so on. They grow closer over time. He begins to appreciate her sense of humor and love of music; she is impressed by his loyalty and drive to become better every day. It takes being caught in a chance rainstorm (or is it by chance, when his dear prince controls the weather, really?) for them to be able to realize that there's more than just a feeling of camaraderie between them, and they begin a slow, awkward courtship together. That is, Sebek would like for it to be slow, just like Lilia taught him, but sometimes when their discussions get heated, they find themselves settling things with kisses instead of words. Their story is long, complicated, and winds up at a happy fairy-tale ending after several years, once Sebek is settled in as the Captain of Malleus's guards, and Joker has succeeded in becoming a touring musician. Because this timeline brings Joker in close to one of Malleus's most trusted people, she also befriends him more closely. And Sebek being happy with Joker makes Malleus happy, too. They are proof, to him, of his movement to help bring their respective people together in harmony.

[littlebosslady7]

Linda Codega: i gotta tell you doing Real Reporter shit like this was… very fucking fun. Sure we talked #TheLegendOfVoxMachina. We also talked about future-proofing @.CriticalRole and how CR will always put fans first.

[ID: IO9 and Gizmodo Reporter Linda Codega sitting down with Matthew Mercer and Marisha Ray to interview them about Critical Role and TLoVM season. All of them are sitting cross legged in plush blue leather chairs. In between Linda and Matt, there's the Vox Machina season 2 banner on a monitor. There's a wooden table with a bowl of green fruit and a sports drink nearby the couple.]

Linda Codega: Bonus goofer outtakes

[ID: L-R OP thinks Matt is channeling his outer NPC black powder merchant Victor with hilarious crazy eyes and a raised eyebrow. One hand is in the pocket of his blue jeans. His other arm is around reporter Linda. He's wearing a black zip up jacket, well fitted, and sans hood with a black graphic t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Reporter Linda has a purposefully funny eye roll expression. She's wearing a long over sized yellow plaid shirt, a black and yellow graphic t-shirt and dark jeans with a brownish yellow wash. Last is Marisha wearing a black jacket with white stripes, a black crop top, and matching skinny jeans. OP thinks she's channeling her outer Laudna "fun scary" with an open mouthed smile. She's got one arm around Linda while pointing to the reporter with her opposite hand.]

[mara-xx217]

My Partner's Thoughts on Dbd Killers

I asked my girl's opinion on all our favorite stinky boys and girls. This was her responses.

Evan Macmillian/The Trapper

"Ohh... nice butt and legs!"

Adorable

Wait... He's name is Evan?! 😂

Philip Ojomo/The Wraith

Okay, I love how awkward he looks

He looks stronk

I want those dainty legs 😔

Max Thompson Jr./The Hillbilly

"I wanna have a beer with him, King of the Hill style."

Idk what that means 😭

Sally Smithson/The Nurse

"She just wants to be pretty"

Looks proud

Good showmanship

"Sally must see herself as a misunderstood angel..."

Anna/The Huntress

"She would make a lesbian happy. She would make me happy!"

"Carry me!"

Appreciates her mask

Michael Myers

"I was rooting for him in Halloween kills."

Lisa Sherman/The Hag

"I wanna dress her up!"

Wants to feed her and treat her like a pet

Herman Carter/The Doctor

(In his Anger Management costume) I LIKE HIS POCKET WATCH

"He's very dapper!"

Hyde and Hannibal mix

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface

"Give that boy a Mountain Dew and an Xbox!"

"Let him be a kid!"

Freddy Krueger

"Ew."

We both hate that they made him a you-know-what in the remake

Amanda Young/The Pig

"Babe! She reminds me of YOU!"

Me: ???

Would like a more put together costume

"Imagine a saw killer coming at you in their McDonald's uniform SMH 😒

Kenneth Hawk/The Clown

"I love his face."

Goofer

Should have been a male dominatrix

Gut is adorable

(in Mr. Puddles costume) notices the ass is ripped out "HA! I bet he had to take a shit in it! I hope he learned a valuable lesson lol"

Also hopes he uses a voice in Puddles getup

(loves the chicken suit and adds) "It would be funny if he scratched his ass in front of a KFC"

Rin Yamaoka/The Spirit

Sad :(

She tried so hard

Doesn't deserve to suffer

Feels bad all around

Legion/F.J.S.J. (it's a fucking mess lol)

Ships Susie and Huntress

Julie wants to be with Susie but can't and just tags along awkwardly

Frank is in it for himself and tries to have the most fun

Good design

Joey always the friend on discord (with Frank)

Joey and Frank are bros

Joey wants to be with Julie

Adris/The Plague

"It's hard imagining her wanting to kill people."

Thinks the Entity forces her to do it

Thinks she doesn't want to do the killing

No intent on her behalf

"She's the Entity's puppet"

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

"He totally made a deal with the Entity"

Likes his in-menu animations

"I think he wants to be found (when stalking/killing)"

Plays mind games

Has too much fun

Demogorgon

A good boy

wants to fuck him

Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni

Least fleshed out

Likes the cut of his jib

Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger

"I love a good hunter"

Admires his showmanship

Embodies the West

"The best bounty hunter"

Talbot Grimes/The Blight

"HE'S FUCKING HYDE!"

"AND I'M ANGRY ABOUT IT!!"

"AND OFFENDED!"

Should have just called him "Hyde" SMH

Charolotte & Victor/The Twins

Would love to see them in a sitcom

Enter "two and a half people" joke

Only a killer because they are conjoined twins

Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster

"A perfect 10/10"

Women would let him kill him

Carmina/The Artist

"I feel a kinship with her."

She is my dysphoria

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

[forbidding-souda]

jeez, i like this blog. how about writing Soda, Kirigiri, Mukuro, Celeste, Hagakure, Ouma and Kiibo with albino s/o? some cute general hc and some hcs about dealing with their sensetive to sun skin and eyes and weak health at all, and with people who bullying them for their appearance? thanks, have a nice day.

Kazuichi Souda, Kyoko Kirigiri, Mukuro Ikusaba, Celestia Ludenberg, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Kokichi Ouma, and Kiibo with albino S/O

Ya’ll are opening my horizons to different things wait I love this. 

Ever since this request popped into my ask box I’ve been excited to write it sorry it took so long! Kisses xx

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

He’s basically your designated driver when you need it.

Any questions you have at all about trying to read signs from a distance or if there’s anyone nearby that might make fun of you, he’ll answer you. He’s good at defending you.

Since he’s semi intimidating, if you’re with him, people just think wow look at the alt couple. Some people assume that you don’t naturally look like that, too.

When he first met you, he’d wave to you once you exited school, not realizing you could hardly see him with the sun outside.

You sun burn easily, too, and his first solution to this was to try and get you to wear one of his jumpers.

I mean - yeah but also no.

Once tried to convince you to wear his beanie to but you assured him that that will not protect you from the sun.

Your social scene was never too active because of the way you are. But Souda understand this too, on a less medical sense. 

He always tries to get you to hang around his friends, as well.

He’s always there to remind you that you are not a curse and that he loves you, kissing your skin and holding you close.

Since you were bullied throughout your kid years, when you finally were around his friend group, you were surprised that all of them were nice.

He is a very good person to be with when it comes to things like, of course, being nervous about who you are. 

He’s helpful and will work harder to get money to buy anything you need to help you live more comfortably.

Surprises you with flowers a lot. Not necessarily bouquets but just small flowers lying around your room.

His favorite thing to do is just surprise you with small things hidden around the house. Your favorite drink, small sweats, things that make you happy.

Kyoko Kirigiri

She’s a very intelligent girl, and she holds a lot of power.

“Remember to bring your sunglasses,” she’ll always remind you.

Has extra gloves for you, too.

Requests to change some of the lightbulbs in the classrooms just in case they are the type that hurt you.

She’s also a very good cuddler, too! She’ll run her fingers up and down your arms or play with your hair.

Doesn’t like to go on dates outside, which is fine by you.

Instead of outside dates, she’ll watch your favorite movies with you, or ask you questions to learn more about you.

She’s a curious cat when it comes to what makes you you.

You try to reciprocate the energy, but she doesn’t like to answer all of the questions you give her.

All the questions, all the questions, all the questions! You almost think she’s making a journal about you.

Sometimes she’ll take you out in the night in December, putting Christmas lights around the neighborhood. 

Someone will have to get on the other’s shoulders, often, but that just makes everything so much funner.

Especially when the tiny bit of snow falls from the sky.

Seeing Kyoko in the snow is like watching an angel.

Mukuro Ikusaba

She doesn’t quite understand what albinism means.

But she knows that it’s something serious, and you aren’t like other people.

Anything you tell her she’ll try to remember.

For your birthday, she got you a parasol. It was your favorite color, too! 

Twirling it in your hand while the two of you walk together is everything!

You got her a matching one, too, the both of you can twirl your parasol’s together.

She gets you a lot of random presents, things you don’t even know where she gets it from. Posters of your favorite musicians are you favorites.

When she moves into your house, she adds a lot of decor to your room. Things like plants, adding shelves for her books, and different stuffed animals her sister stole for her when they were homeless.

She’s very much an indoors person, but she is willing to do the shopping and cooking whenever you don’t feel well.

Can carry you, too. She’s surprisingly strong. 

Not that she can carry you, let me correct myself. She will carry you.

Also will fight anyone who disrespects you.

Celestia Ludenberg

She has a collection of parasol’s in her house, and will definitely allow you to dress up in her gothic lolita clothes if you so desired.

She likes touching your skin, too, definitely.

Everything about you is beautiful to her.

Being next to you in public makes her proud that she was able to date someone like you. 

Will help you in any way. 

But she always wants something in return. A kiss, nothing serious. Maybe showering with her if she’s feeling lonely enough.

“You’re invited to the mansion with me when I become rich,” she coos one night, turning to her side to look at you.

To her, the invite was a serious thing. All of her life she dreamed about being alone in the house with all of those boys. But if you’re there with her, then it might be a little better.

She is dreamy when it comes to skincare, and will always massage your face. It’s usually when you come back from being outside, and the sun has bothered your eyes, she will draw her thin fingers across your face to try and ease at least some pain.

But she’s such a drama queen sometimes, wondering why you can’t just go have tea with her sometime. Both of you settled on going when the sun is down, or when the clouds are thick. 

Because tea with her is fun, actually. Makes you tune into your inner lolita subculture.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

He’s a dummy sometimes.

“Hiro, can you grab my sunhat?”

“Sure thing!”

You step outside, asking him where it is.

“I forgot to get it, wait-”

His body is really large, and he can shade you if you get too overwhelmed. Not to mention that he easily drapes his jacket over you, sometimes.

This boy cares a lot!!!!

He listens to your every last word and complaint!! If you are in pain? He’s gonna take you home immediately!

A lot of strangers like to stare at you, sometimes taking pictures without you noticing.

He always calls them out, often yelling in public to defend you.

You defend him, too, sometimes having to bonk people on the head when they gawk at him.

But he’s an outdoorsy fellow when he’s not constantly in fear that the yakuza would kill him.

You don’t get to see him all that often. It’s a little disheartening.

He comes home whenever he can to give you big hugs!

Kokichi Ouma

He’s a little goofer sometimes.

Sometimes you have to go out without him, and it’ll never go well.

You’ll be almost out the door. “Where are my sunglasses?”

“Oh, I don’t know, S/O. Where are they?”

“You little shit.”

He always wants to go with you when you go outside. Just because he likes hanging out with you, also because he thinks your routine is very interesting.

Sneaks up on you all the time. Especially in public. 

It’s your least favorite thing ever when he does it when it’s sunny outside. 

But if someone tries to bother you, though, he will trip them or spit on them or even push them out of the way.

A lot of his DICE members will join in too, terrorizing them even days after. 

Every time he spends the night, he wakes up earlier than you, and always makes you a cup of tea/water/coffee for you when you wake up. 

He definitely gives you hugs from behind, too. Not even to surprise you. He just really likes wrapping his arms around you from that angle.

Draws you little pictures of yourself to leave around the house. It’s weird when he hasn’t came over in a while and yet you still find little post-it notes all over.

Kiibo

He has a very big brain! But he still asks a lot of questions about it.

He makes, almost forces, you to eat a lot of healthy foods so your physical health can improve a bit. It’s very annoying, but you do it for him.

Surprise kisses are what he’s good at! He will wake you up with kisses, give you nightly kisses before he turns off, and give you kisses throughout his day.

And he keeps his eyes on you!! Like all the time!!

Because he worries, and he tries not to let you know, which fails.

“Kiibo, you don’t have to worry.”

“I-I’m not worried! I just... love you a lot.”

You laugh, “you are worried because you love me.”

It makes him blush every time you tell him that. 

He loves you with all of his heart, it’s scary sometimes!

He didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much!

So he likes hearing you say you love him all the time. 

He doesn’t like the sun that much, and his ventures outside are shortlived, so you don’t have to worry about being forced to go out for whatever reason. 

[reckonslepoisson]

The Moldy Peaches, The Moldy Peaches (2001)

It’s very “anti-folk” to sound like your record has been recorded in a dumpster. Fuck Bob Dylan and completely disregard any glance at consistency (stylistic or otherwise): utter unpredictability holds far more legitimate ground in the land that subverts Sybille Baier and Nick Drake than steadiness and stability.

Adam Green and Kimya Dawson are, by now, known as undeniably important anti-folk musicians, a fact that seems strange considering the ethos of their debut. One would think that it’s probably less “anti-folk” if you know you are -as the Moldy Peaches certainly did- in the same way that “cool” people aren’t supposed to think they’re cool. But Dawson and Green are a special case. Their oddity had all the knowing oddness that it possibly could, built from an unmatched reputation for live mayhem.

There are plenty of fabulous chunks of The Moldy Peaches, a record that is frequently goofy, either in its own league of goofiness or akin to earlier folk-goofers like Beck or Neutral Milk Hotel. It’s similarly frequented by unbridled sexual energy -suitable for Green’s twenty-year-old post-teen angst- and an intent desire to provoke. Its melodies are simple, its chaos effective, the provocation pointed and good fun; all of which alone ensures that The Moldy Peaches is a necessary anti-folk work.

And yet, despite the erraticism and deeply strange motivations behind the weird tunes, the most compelling tracks are those that are tender, in their own quite unique way. Moments like the Microphones-esque ‘Nothing Sweet’, picturesquely sweet ‘Jorge Regula’ and especially ‘Anyone Else But You’, a charmingly matter-of-fact love tune. These tracks are still struck with expletives and outbursts of sexual frustration. But they’re great, really sweet and often very funny.

The Moldy Peaches will probably always be a band whose importance and notoriety is left uncaptured for future generations of music enthusiasts and historians. Their singular record, however, goes some way to grasping their oddity, humour, perversion, rebellion and charm, a tremendously wonderful work that deserves far greater recognition.

Pick: ‘Anyone Else But You’

[gii-heylittleangel]

What Bare Eyes Can’t See

Summary: One of the first things Dean learned when he first met Cas was that he couldn’t see all the planes that Cas exists at outside of his vessel, so when they’re on a hunt for a hellhound and Dean looks at Cas with his scorched with holy fire glasses, he can’t believe his own eyes.

Pairing: Dean Winchester&Castiel (Gen)

Word Count: 3543 words

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings; Cas with wings; hunt for hellhound; Dean gets a pretty bad cut; Dean and Cas play Ghost; Dean can see Cas’s wings; and he loves it; Dean touches Cas’s wing; mid-season 8 

Square Filled: Case Fic

A/N: Hey peeps! How are y’all? I’m back with another fic for @spngenrebingo and I’ve been wanting to write something like this for quite a while now. I have a thing for Cas with wings haha. @babybluecas beta’ed this for me because she’s an awesome person.  ❤ I hope y’all like it!

Read it on AO3 or keep reading here!

Sighing for what must be the hundredth time in the course of half an hour, Dean throws his head back and stares at the ceiling, wishing he had the power to make time pass faster. Cas has been happily focused on a random show on the TV for an hour now, legs crossed under him as he rests his back on the headboard.

Dean wishes he could get entertained so easily as Cas does because that way, maybe, time would pass faster, and they would be able to go out and kill the hellhound they're supposed to kill. He starts to tap his fingers on the table and bounce his leg up and down, moving his eyes to stare at the clock on the wall. The seconds hand seems to be making fun of him as he watches it make its way slowly, as if each second took five to get to the next number.

He lets his breath come out through his mouth, putting his arms on top of the table and resting his head on them, turned to the right towards Cas. Dean starts to get lost in thoughts while he stares at Cas, just watching the little humanly things he started to do after spending a few years on Earth.

Dean recognizes some tics that Cas probably got from watching him—like a creep. Cas also has some of Sam’s tics, but not as many as the ones he got from Dean. Cas frowns at the TV a bunch of times as Sam does, especially when something that he doesn’t understand happens; he sometimes talks at the TV as Dean does—especially when Dean's watching horror movies—, though Dean doesn't understand what Cas is saying at the moment.

Cas turns to him after Dean doesn't know how many minutes, tilting his head when he sees Dean staring at him. "Are you okay, Dean?"

Dean blinks a few times, raising his head. "Huh?" He shakes his head, plastering a smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah. I'm bored, that's all. Time ain’t passing fast enough."

Cas chuckles as he turns the TV off, and stands up, walking to Dean. "Do you want to do something to pass the time? I recall that you and Sam often do that when you hunt together."

"That's true. We used to play games sometimes, especially when Sam was younger and that would keep him entertained for hours." Dean shrugs as he straightens his back and stretches it, some bones cracking. He rubs his hand on his face, sighing. "I'm getting too old for this shit. What do you wanna do, Cas?"

Cas shrugs, putting one of his arms on the chair next to Dean. "I'm not familiar with games but we could play one. If you want."

"We could play Ghost."

Cas frowns at him. "Do you really know a game called Ghost?"

Dean smiles. "Yep. It goes like this: I'm gonna say a letter and then you have to say another, then it’s me again and we go until we complete a word. But it needs to be a real word and we can't use two and three-letter words, or it's cheating. If I complete a word, I lose and I get a G. If you complete a word, you lose and get a G. The first person to spell G-H-O-S-T loses the game. What do you think?"

"I like it."

"Alright, then, let's play. And no big, different, intelligent words, alright? That's playing low, especially because you probably know all of them."

Cas chuckles but nods. He sits on the chair in front of Dean, who grabs a sheet of paper and a pen for them. "Do you wanna go first, Cas?"

He nods and squints his eyes as he thinks. "W."

Dean shakes his head in disapproving. "Already with a weird word, huh? Alright.” He bites his lips before answering, “H."

"E."

"E."

"Z."

Dean squints at Cas with an angry expression. "Y."

Cas smiles happily, grabbing the pen. He writes his and Dean's name, putting a 'G' under Dean's name. "This game is fun."

"Just because you're winning. Alright, I'll start now." Dean taps his finger on his lips as he thinks. "G."

"R."

"I."

Cas bites his lower lip before replying, "M."

"A."

"C."

"Damn it, Cas, how are you so good at this game?"

Cas only smiles at him, pen tapping at the paper. "What's your next letter, Dean?"

"E," Dean mutters under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cas writes an 'H' beside the 'G' under Dean's name. "Did you use to win when you played with Sam?"

"Nah, the kid was too smart, he always used those big words to confuse me, even when he was little. It was annoying, really. That's why I have the rule of no big, weird words."

Cas chuckles, placing the pen on top of the paper. "Do you want to go again?"

Dean steals a glance at the clock on the wall, shrugging when he sees they have time. "Why not? Maybe I can still beat you." Dean waves at him. "It's your turn to start."

Cas nods. "O."

"C."

"C."

Dean smiles triumphantly, eyebrows waggling. "U."

Cas tilts his head. "P."

"A."

"N."

"C."

"Y."

"Ha!" Dean yells happily. "See? Told ya I could beat you." Dean takes the pen to write a 'G' under Cas's name.

Cas rolls his eyes with a smile. "I'm sure you can, Dean."

Dean puts the pen down. "Alright, my turn. D," Dean says the first letter that comes to his mind.

"O."

"M."

Cas bites his nail as he thinks, staring intently at Dean. "I."

"N."

"A."

Dean smiles as he already grabs the pen. "N." 

Cas's shoulders slump slightly. "T."

"Looks like it’s a tie," Dean brags as he puts the 'H' under Cas's name.

Cas rolls his eyes softly, giving Dean a fond smile. "I'm letting you win so you're happy, Dean."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, buddy, whatever you have to say to make yourself feel better." He looks at the clock and then through the window. "I think we can go now. It's about to get dark and I would very much rather see what we're doing as we put our plan into action."

Cas nods as he stands up. "We can play more when we come back."

Dean smiles at him, nudging Cas with his elbow. "You liked it, huh?"

"I just don't like to leave things in a tie, that's all."

"Mhm, right," Dean says as he grabs his jacket and his duffel, walking towards the door. "If we manage to survive the hellhound, we can play when we come back. It'll be cool to brag to Sam about beating an angel of the Lord."

Cas opens the door as he replies, "If you do manage to beat me, Dean. We're tied so far."

"Which means I can still beat you. Just wait and see, Cas."

They walk towards the Impala, Dean putting his duffel on the backseat as he climbs to the driver seat and Cas on the passenger seat. Dean starts the car, driving to the house where all the attacks have happened so far.

The drive is silent, filled mostly with the sounds of the cars passing by them. Dean sees Cas gazes through the window with curiosity in his eyes, making him chuckle lowly. Cas turns to him with his head tilted, but Dean just shakes his head with a smile and returns to watching the road. He feels Cas still staring at him, probably wondering what could've made Dean laugh, but Dean keeps his eyes focused on the road, fighting the smile that keeps coming back to his lips.

It doesn't take long for them to arrive in the woods where all the deaths have happened, the sun starting to set on the horizon, giving the sky a pinkish colour. Cas stares at it while Dean takes his duffel from the car and walks towards him. Dean stops by his side, watching the lower part of the sun start to slowly disappear.

"C'mon, Cas. We should get going if we wanna set everything up before the sun goes down."

Cas nods, eyes lingering on the horizon for five more seconds, before following Dean to the abandoned house on the top of the hill. They try to be as quiet as possible as they set everything up, not wanting to make the hellhound appear while they’re not ready. Dean pours goofer dust and salt around the whole house, just in case they don't manage to kill the hound, so that they’ll have a space to escape to in order not to get themselves killed.

Cas slides his angel blade out from his sleeve—which amazes Dean until this day, doesn't matter how many times he has seen it—as he starts to walk around the perimeter. Dean takes holy oil and a pair of glasses from his duffel, pours some of the oil on the ground and lights it with his lighter. He passes the glasses through the fire a few times as Cas walks closer to him with furrowed brows.

"What are you doing, Dean?"

Dean raises his eyes to him. "We learned a new trick that lets us see the hounds, which makes it a hell of a lot easier to hunt them."

"It's a nice strategy. Where did you learn it?"

"Kevin read it on the angel tablet."

Cas nods before turning to the woods on the right side of the house, eyes squinted as he turns his head slightly to the side. "I think I hear something from there."

Dean stands up, putting the fire out with his foot. "Alright, you go there, I'm gonna go take a walk around, maybe I'll find something."

Cas nods again and walks away as Dean takes his angel blade from the duffel and rolls it around in his hand to get a better grip. He puts the glasses on, blinking a few times as his eyes adjust to his new view of things—everything seems bluer than usual but everything has more details than without the glasses. He looks at the angel blade on his hand, eyes widening when he sees it glowing with a blue, ethereal light.

He shakes his head, taking his eyes from the blade and looking around him. He walks slowly around the house, keeping himself behind the goofer dust and salt line, trying to see or hear anything that could let him know that the hound is there. He can’t make out anything in the forest, not even the glasses help him see anything in the dark, and he also doesn’t hear anything, so he turns to his right to look at Cas and ask if he saw something.

He stops dead on his tracks when he sees them—two gigantic things right at Cas's back. 

"Cas! Behind you!" Dean screams before he can make his legs work. He forces his mind out of its stupor, pushing his legs to start working so he can run to Cas.

Cas turns to him with a stance to fight, eyes darting around him to see what Dean’s talking about and Dean's eyes widen when he sees the things turn with him. He almost trips, stopping a few feet from Cas, mouth hanging open as his mind starts to comprehend what he’s looking at.

Not seeing anything, Cas looks at Dean with a confused expression. "What is it, Dean?"

"Th—, behi—" Dean stutters, not quite knowing what he wants to say. He stares amazed as the things tense the same way Cas's shoulders do, and Dean finally realizes what they are—they're Cas's wings.

They extend large around Cas, probably fifteen or more feet to each side and six or seven feet up and down. They look nearly tangible, but still transparent enough to let Dean to see through them, as if they're trapped between two different planes. They are dark blue with a few black spots. The same ethereal light comes from them, giving it a clearer outline as Dean stares in wonder. They seem to express Cas's emotions, changing along with his expression—tensed when Cas looks afraid or worried, anxious while he stares at Dean, waiting for him to say something.

"Your... Your wings," Dean says in a low voice as he moves his gaze to Cas's face, eyes widening even more as he sees Cas's entire body covered on the ethereal light.

Cas frowns. "What about my wings, Dean?" He takes a few steps towards Dean. "Are you okay?"

Dean points to Cas's wings inertly. "I—I can see your wings."

"That's, that's not possible, Dean." Cas squints at Dean. Understanding takes the place of confusion. "The glasses. You put the glasses on holy fire to be able to see the hound, so they probably let you see anything that human eyes can’t."

Dean only nods amazed, too caught up on watching Cas's wings stretch out as Cas walks closer to him. Dean raises one hand, moving it closer to the wings. He looks into Cas's eyes in search of permission. Cas tips his head in agreement, his right wing moving closer to Dean's hand.

The wing gives a tickling sensation and radiates heat that warms Dean's hand almost instantly. Dean runs his fingers through the feathers, speechless when they feel so soft under them as if they are bird feathers, feeling almost like fur. He moves his hand up and down the wing until he sees Cas shiver and close his eyes.

Dean retreats his hand instantly. "Does it hurt?"

Cas shakes his head softly, giving Dean a smile as he opens his eyes. "No, it feels good. I just, no one has ever touched them. It's different."

"They're beautiful, Cas. Almost like the colour of your eyes, just a little darker."

"They actually have more colours than just blue, but you probably relate blue to me, that's why you see them like that."

Dean frowns. "So each person would see them in a different colour?"

"Each person would see what they think relates to me, so they would see part of my wings. Can you see them fully or do they seem a little transparent?"

"They do, which is weird. Like I see them and don’t see them at the same time."

Cas smiles. "Because they're not actually on this plane and you can't quite see all of the planes they are on."

Dean opens his mouth to speak, but closes it as soon as he hears a growl. Cas also hears it, turning to the source of the sound, angel blade in position to attack. Dean positions himself by his side, trying not to stare at Cas's wings, instead, keeping his focus on the woods, narrowing his eyes to make the hound's outline on the low light.

He sees one come from between the woods, a messy form and its red eyes glowing in the dark. He opens his mouth to tell Cas but stops when he sees where Cas is looking. There's another hound a few feet away, larger than the first one. 

“Damn, I thought we had only one hound to deal with. How do those demons not realize they lost track of two hellhounds?”

Cas shakes his head softly, his wings tensing around him. “We’ll have to each deal with one, Dean.”

“Alright, I’ll get ugly number one,” he points at the first hound, “and you deal with ugly number two.”

Cas nods once more and moves towards the hound. Dean adjusts his grip on the angel blade and steps out of the line of goofer dust and salt. The hound snarls at him and Dean can almost see its big, pointy teeth. Memories from another hellhound, from years ago, start to come up to his mind, and Dean shakes his head to get rid of the mental image. The last thing he needs right now is getting too caught up on that memory and get killed by a hound again. 

He comes closer, only close enough for it to try and attack him, but giving Dean enough time to turn and run if he needs to. He smirks at it. “Damn, aren’t you an ugly-looking sonuvabitch, huh? C’mon, come get a piece of me.”

Slowly stepping backwards, he tries to lure it out from the woods. He definitely doesn’t want to start a fight with it among the trees, where it’ll be harder for him to escape. The hound growls and starts to run towards him, paws stomping the ground under it, the sound almost too loud for Dean to bear. He turns and starts to run closer to the house.

It’s not long before his calves start burning from the running and he’s close to the line around the house. He sees Cas fighting against the other hound, wings moving him around so swiftly that makes Dean wonder if Cas isn’t actually flying around. He shakes his head, tearing his gaze from the angel. He needs to keep his focus. 

He turns his head slightly to look at the hound, noticing he’s starting to lose his advantage, so he makes a decision. He throws himself on the ground, body slightly turned so he’ll fall on his back, but the hound gets to him faster than he predicted. It scratches Dean’s calve, making him scream and lose any control over his fall.

Pain explodes on his leg. He hits the ground, his back hurting with the impact. The hound throws itself on top of him, claws piercing through his chest. Dean screams again and uses the last of his strength to raise his hand and stab the hound right on its neck. Black blood pours down on him, the hound mewls as it drops heavy on Dean’s chest. Dean loses his breath under the weight, hand falling limply on his side. 

He turns his head slightly to see Cas kill the other hound with a finesse Dean could never master. He tries to speak, Cas’s name coming out as a whimper for the lack of air in his lungs, leaving Dean to gasp for breath.

But it’s enough to make Cas turn to him, eyes widening and wings stretching by his sides when he sees Dean. Oddly enough, what goes through Dean’s mind is that he’ll at least be able to die with such a beautiful view in his eyes.

His eyes start to fall close just as Cas runs towards him—and from how Cas’s wings are moving, Dean assumes he must be flying. Dean hears the thud on his right side when Cas falls to his knees, and the weight on top of im disappears. He takes in a deep breath, mind clearing slightly as the oxygen starts to flow through his veins again, but it hurts to breath. A soft hand touches his neck, making him raise his head.

“Dean, can you hear me?” Cas gives a few pats on Dean’s cheek, urging him to react.

Dean groans slightly, eyes opening just enough for him to see Cas’s worried expression above him. Cas lets out a relieved sigh, shoulders relaxing. He places Dean’s head on his lap and puts a hand on Dean’s chest. The feeling of Cas’s grace inside his body relaxes and warms Dean up, his chest stoping to hurt as Cas heals it, allowing Dean to breath freely.

Cas takes his hand from Dean’s chest and places it on his thigh. Cas heals the cuts that the hound made on Dean’s calve, and takes his hand to put it on Dean’s cheek. The feeling of Cas’s grace stays with him as Dean opens his eyes to stare at the angel.

“Y’know, people normally buy me at least a drink before moving to touching, Cas.”

Cas chuckles as he shakes his head slowly. “Well, I saved your life so I guess that makes us way past the ‘buying a drink’ point, doesn’t it?”

Dean smiles fondly at him. “You make some good points. Alright, let me up.”

Cas helps Dean stand up. Dean wobbles slightly but catches his balance in seconds. Cas bents down to grab the glasses that fell off from Dean’s face, and hands them to Dean.

“You look good in glasses, Dean.” 

Dean can feel the heat coming up his neck and to his cheeks, so he takes the glasses from Cas’s hands, keeping his gaze down to hide his blush. “Yeah, yeah. We should go.”

He starts walking to where he left his duffel, but he can still feel Cas’s gaze on his back. He doesn’t give it too much attention, kneeling down to put the glasses and the holy oil back in the bag. He stands up and makes his way to where they parked the car. He doesn’t hear Cas’s footsteps following and he’s almost turning to hurry Cas up, but the angel shows up suddenly by his side, making Dean jump.

“Dude, you can’t just magically appear out of nowhere. Wanna give me a heart attack?”

“My apologies, Dean,” he doesn’t even have to turn to know that Cas has a smile on his lips.

Dean suppresses a smile of his own, bumping his shoulder with Cas’s. “Jackass.”

[gotmattitude]

it will take more than common sense

WHO: Kitty Wilde ( @wildevvitch ) & Matt Rutherford.

WHAT: Kitty and Matt run each other at Undique. They fight, and there is an unexpected break.

WHEN: Friday, 26 April 2019.

WHERE: Undique Stadium.

WARNINGS: Classic Kitty warnings. Racism, violence, homophobia, injuries, mentions of manipulation.

Matt is getting ready to do some training, making sure he's carrying a water bottle and sports towels for later. The past couple weeks have been going... pretty alright, even if he's sort of afraid to admit it out loud. It's like, if he says it, the Aether will find a way to balance it out and just give him some more shit to deal with. So he's been cautious, trying not to enjoy himself too much.... but apparently, even thinking about his good mood attracts negativity. A flash of blond hair catches his eye, and he turns, hoping to see Quinn, or even Sam, but instead... finds Kitty. He openly rolls his eyes and groans, putting his hands in his pockets. "What? Aren't you too busy trying to put collars on people to hang out at Undique?"

Kitty laughed in the loser named Matt Rutherford's face. "Collars are so last November. I'm helping werewolves now regain their humanity as my mission to the Big Man on top." She pressed her manicured hands to pray to Jesus. "I'm not hanging out here. I'm scoping whether or not the Sirens are worthy of moi." Kitty circled around Matt like a tigress and smirked at seeing him so uncomfortable. "Where are your friends? I don't see them around... Oh wait totes forgot. They're disgusting witch hunting Malleys now. Is that what you're doing too? Spying on us real witches, Dumpel?"

Matt narrows his eyes. "You can't do that shit. No one can. You're not actually God, Kitty." He's suddenly nervous, though, and thinks they should probably look into what can be done, and how bad it could be. If there was a way to make it painful, he thinks Kitty would use that. Matt ignores her comment about the Sirens and straightens his back when she starts circling around him, wishing it had no effect on him, but Aether, it does. At the mention of Yejun, his fist clenches, the nails digging into his skin. He remembers what Santana told him about her, about Tina. "Yeah, Kitty. That's what I'm doing. Why? You got something to hide?" Ah, shit. He shouldn't have said that. He shoves away the retort that surfaces next. "You know, for someone that talks about smiting all the time, you got a fuckton of bark but not a lot of bite." The fuck is happening to him? The second Kitty showed up, it's like his anger was turned up to 150%.

"Oh who said I was God? I do what He wills and He wills us Christians to be the masters of all animals on His bountiful earth." Kitty's face shone with patriotic pride as she stared up at Matt. The CWA needed a new project since the members were getting very restless and petty lately. They had been bickering among themselves. Kitty knew a refocused strategy was what the club needed for unity. Alena, her familiar, swam inside the small water jug Kitty had slung on her arm. She gasped when Matt confessed. Jesus I've done it! Kitty thought and pointed at Matt. Commanding his atrocious behavior. "Clean out your damn mouth, Matthew. The Heavenly Father might let you into purgatory to amend your sinful existence if you repent how unholy you are." Kitty was ready to pull the purifying salts from her secret hiding place.

Matt wanted to punch her. He didn't, but Aether, he wanted to. "That sounds like bullshit," he said, shrugging, trying to come across as nonchalant. Kitty gasps when he implies she's in the closet, and he thinks maybe he sank a bit too low. It doesn't matter though, because she opens her mouth again and his chest tightens once again. "What? You want me to clean out my fucking mouth? Does this shit bother you? Unholy fucking words? At least I don't have to resort to threatening to take someone's control to feel fucking powerful," he says, ignorant to Kitty's intentions.

Kitty laughed at Matt's reaction and smirked. "Cheese and rice, when will you heathens understand. I am powerful. The Lord picked me to be powerful." Kitty dug into her shirt and pulled out the shards of cleansed salt to sprinkle in front of Matt's face. She summoned her magic circle. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, cleanse this unholy magic!

BOT: Kitty 😼:  1d7  = (6) = 6

BOT: Matt 👥:  1d7+2  = (2)+2 = 4

Matt starts to say something back to Kitty when she pulls out some dust, some of which manages to land on his mouth, but that's nothing compared to the shock of the spell hitting him. "What the fuck," he exclaims, and laughs bitterly. "What? We're doing this shit?" Taking a second to focus, he summons Sydney, and reaches into his bag to pull out a mojo back, which he squeezes until there are specks of cayenne floating out of it. <<She thinks she's the shit, but Goofer knows she's full of shit, >> he casts, and Sydney breathes out a stream of cayenne towards Kitty.

BOT: Matt 👥:  1d7+3  = (4)+3 = 7

BOT: Kitty 😼:  1d7 + 1d10  = (1) + (7) = 8

Kitty said back with glee. "Yes, we're doing this." Alena sighed and swam disapprovingly in a circle in the jug. So the doppel had a new trick did he. Kitty had some too. "Alena! Come on!" She ordered her juvenile angelfish and Alena let out a spew of unhappy bubbles but she followed Kitty's command. Soul Armament! Kitty cast her spell and opened the jug, spraying the water out and sending Alena out. Her fish shone in a burst of light and Kitty pulled out a shiny glaive to swipe through Matt's dumb spicy magic. Kitty hated spicy. "Goofer goofed up." Kitty growled.

BOT: Kitty 😼:  1d7 + 1d10  = (4) + (5) = 9

BOT: Matt 👥:  1d7+2  = (7)+2 = 9

Kitty decided to test her glaive out before getting serious. She splashed a small amount of water at Matt's face. "Repent." She ordered Matt. "Come to the light, Mathieu." She said his name in French to make it sound snobbier. This was fun. This was going to be a trophy win for the Lord.

Matt watched as Kitty's familiar transformed into a weapon and hit him once, and then just sort of sadly spat some water on his face. "What the fuck is your deal? Have you ever stopped to think for yourself, you insufferable little racist?" He scoffs at her. "What do I have to repent for? I'm fucking curious." Reaching in for another mojo bag, the one with the chicken painted on it, he dipped his thumb inside it, and spread the dust in a line from the bottom of his neck upward, as Sydney started hopping around him over and over. <<Headless chickens run in circles, headless chickens, fuck her up.>>

BOT: Matt 👥:  2d7+2  = (7+6)+2 = 15

BOT: Kitty 😼:  (1d7 + 1d10)*2  = ((3) + (6))*2 = 18

Kitty was surprised Matt didn't know her mission. She had been so clear. God had made it clear for her. "The Lord is the only true way. It's written in the Bible. No one shall put any other power before the Lord. I was born to serve His Will, and that means destroying the worship of false idols." She smirked at Matt's bags and his stupid spells. He thinks that will stop me? Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, freeze and purify the sinner! Kitty shouted and swung her glaive wildly. The water around Matt shot up following Kitty's glaive and then in an instant froze solid to strike into Matt and Sydney like spikes.

BOT: Kitty 😼:  (1d7 + 1d10)*2  = ((7) + (9))*2 = 32

Matt starts to argue, when a shield materializes in front of Kitty and her weapon. He takes a step back, and dismisses Sydney back into her tattoo. She doesn't need to see him whacking at that thing like he's chipping away at an iceberg. "What the fuck is a false idol? And does your god tell you you have to be a fucking dickhead to serve his ass?" Picking up a pair of ugly glasses, he grabs a handful of Goofer Dust, and tries to thin out the barrier between them. <<Fuck that up?>> he casts, almost like a question.

BOT: Matt 👥:  1d7+4  = ((7)+4)/2 = 5.5

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Who? Elliott? Is he that important to you that you think being his friend is worshipping him?" He wipes off the excess dust off his hands, and prepares his next spell, rolling a sigil between his fingers. "You're no one to correct a man that does more good for everyone than you could ever do. And it's fucking sad. Maybe if you had a mind of your own, you'd be less of a fucking bigot." The paper between his fingers is tiny now, and he mimes throwing a dart at the shield. <<Forces of hoodoo, break apart the shield around.>>

BOT: Matt 👥:  1d7+2  = ((6)+2)/2 = 4

BOT: Kitty 😼: 1d0 = (0) = 0

Kitty rolled her eyes and swore under her breath, "To hell with it, you guys need a re-education on the vileness of demons. The nameless and faceless lameities which give you your magic are nothing but soothsaying demons, you foolish fool!" She crossed her arms and gave Matt a bitchy staredown. It pained Kitty to admit Matt's last words stung. The last time she had a mind of her own, she had been punished by the Lord. She had been deemed foul by her own parents. "What does this fake witch know about a mind of one's own, Lord?" She asked the Heavenly Father loud enough for Matt to hear. Then she clasped both hands around her cross pendant. It was time to end this. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence, let my spirit be yours, my body nothing, let it bear all wounds, all pain, all death, for my place is with you in Heaven, shed me of this mortal sin… 

Kitty felt the power of the Lord flowing inside her. This was what God wanted. To make sure every sinner knew he wouldn't forgive them unless they admitted to their wrongdoing. The blinding white light shone from her body and Kitty grabbed her soul armament. She was aiming her glaive straight at Matt. No, Kitty, this is wrong! Kitty heard Alena in her head and the handle beneath her hand was swirling like rough waves.  'Aleana, stay put!' Kitty grabbed the glaive with both handles. Why was her familiar freaking out now? This isn't what our power should be used for, please, you know that! The glaive was shaking in Kitty's grasp. 'Our power?Don't think so highly of ourselves. This is God's power and you LISTEN to me, you dumb fish!' Kitty broke through Alena's struggle and forced the glaive to swing just as the holy energy burst from her. And let my body burn up in your light of Justice, oh Heavenly Father! Kitty shouted, shooting the light from the glaive's crystal tip with a mighty swing. Kitty's vision flooded with white after she saw the tip of her weapon crack before the soul armament exploded in small shards and disappeared into the aether.

Matt shakes his head. "No, our demons look more like you, you foolish fool," he mocks, trying to reflect Kitty's glare, but if it's purposeful he just kind of feels like it's dumb as fuck. He would've found something to hang on to when Kitty maybe reacted to his retort, but hers was a punch in the gut. Is he his own person? Will he ever be more than a ghost, a shadow? "Oh fuck off--" he starts, but interrupts himself as Kitty begins to cast. He has a bad feeling about it, and his stomach coils into itself. He thinks to cover himself with his hands as a beam of light hits him, and agony burns through his stomach, his chest, his throat, before the white turns black. His legs buckle underneath him and he falls, unconscious.

Kitty coughed as she wobbled up to stand. Her arms were covered in black soot and she felt like she did 700 cartwheels in 2 minutes. "Alena, come out." Kitty called out. But there was no response. Kitty sniffed and stopped because even breathing hurt. "Whatevs, be a pouty bitch! Like I care! Stupid fish." Kitty muttered under her breath and grinned when she saw the lump in the distance. That used to be Matt Rutherford. 'See? See how strong I am, Lord? See how never question Your will?' Kitty wondered if God was watching. If God would finally show her that He was listening and cared about her. She was walking past the doppelganger and saw he was passed out. Kitty looked around. There was still no one. "Ugh. Don't you have someone coming to check in with you?" She asked. Matt of course didn't say anything back that unconscious jerk. "Alena, come on, we need to help this doofus." She called out to her familiar. Still no reply.

BOT: Kitty 😼:  1d36 healing Matt = (11) = 11

Kitty extended her hand over Matt's head so he'd at least wake up. Because it was weird to leave someone unconscious. That was it. Heavenly Father, I’m but your humble servant, lend me your power. Fill your holy vessel with your magnificence. Mend his body. Bring his mind back. She saw some of the wounds on Matt close up. "There, you happy now?" She was asking Alena. But there was no reply from the juvenile angelfish. 'Cheese and rice, you hold a grudge.' Kitty thought. After healing, Kitty limped away. She'd have to go heal herself later when Alena came back.

Matt took in a sharp breath, and found that everything hurt. Groaning, he pushed himself up so he was sitting, and muttered a reply akin to 'I'm happy I'm fucking alive,' before blinking a couple times. When his vision came back to focus, he pushed himself up, and realized that Kitty was gone. "Tina deserves way better than her," he mumbled under his breath, then summoning Sydney back into this plane. "C'mon. I gotta get myself to Penny. Better check if I'm really curse-free while I'm there."