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twstinginthewind · 2 years ago

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🐲 & ⚔️ 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.

#twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #punch carder #zayn weatherwax #this was an interesting combo :-3c #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #ooof i went ham at the end

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littlebosslady7 · 2 years ago

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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.]

#matthew mercer #marisha ray #tlovm s2

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mara-xx217 · 3 years ago

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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

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forbidding-souda · 5 years ago

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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.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #kyoko kirigiri #mukuro ikusaba #kyoko kirigiri x reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #celestia ludenberg x reader #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kiibo x reader

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reckonslepoisson · 5 years ago

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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’

#the moldy peaches #self-titled #moldy peaches #anti-folk #folk punk #lo-fi #lo-fi indie #indie pop #twee pop #2001 #music #review #music review

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gii-heylittleangel · 6 years ago

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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."

"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."

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.”

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I may have...drooled. Slightly. He looks gorgeous. I don't think I've seen anything about Poe and kids, like your Santi post. so, got any HCs?

He DOES look gorgeous, doesn’t he? I always joke that he looks like an even handsomer version of Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. So handsome…

Anyway, yeah, I have loads of HCs about how Poe is with kids! My Santi post wasn’t actually a headcanons post, though, of course– it was an analytical look at the recurring theme of Santi interacting with children within the canon of the film itself– so this post will be a little different, given that the current Star Wars films that Poe has appeared in haven’t featured that many children, much less children Poe has canonically interacted with.

However, Poe has appeared as the mentor figure in the newest Star Wars animated series, Star Wars: Resistance, where he helps a young, child-age pilot and Resistance member. From that and a few other peripheral instances– from the comics and novelizations, for example– one can build a pretty good picture of what Poe is like with kids. That, and his relationship with BB-8 is very paternal, as he understands that BB is a relatively young and childlike droid, and cares for him as such! Therefore, that information is going to be the basis of my opinion about how Poe is with kiddos.

Anyway, enough about canonicity this and that. Let’s get into the HCs!

Poe is wonderful with kids. He’s so good at being playful and encouraging, just as he is with his adult teammates, so that translates well to how he works with children. He has a great sense of humor and can roll with the punches and find something to smile about and laugh over in any situation. Nothing fazes him, and he’s 100% ready to tackle anything any kid throws at him, metaphorically or literally.

With babies, Poe is very much about the tactile fun of interacting with wee ones. He cradles the baby and rocks them around, tosses them up, swings them around, makes them giggle with tickles and raspberries to the tummy, loving every moment. He finds the laughter of children super invigorating, and it always so infectious for him; if a child is laughing, so is Poe, grinning back at them. He has a warm, loving smile, meaning that if he smiles at a baby who is crying in public, that baby will calm and soothe, smiling back at him. Some people wonder if it’s magic that he has: Poe just knows it’s love.

With toddlers, Poe has a lot of fun chasing them around, watching them run from him, happily shrieking as he follows behind making monster noises and cooing “I’m gonna getcha! I-I-I’m gonna getcha!” before scooping them up in his arms and blowing raspberries into their chubby cheeks. He will play any imaginary game with them, whether he’s meant to act out the role of knight or mountain giant or horsey for cowboys: he’s happy to play along, as if it’s all one big improv show, smiling the whole time.

Poe is also very protective and careful with these little folks, making sure to scoop them up by their round little tummies if they start wandering too far away or climbing into something they ought not play with. He’s particular about how he handles these things, knowing that kids need to explore (and that such exploration will naturally come with falls down and booboos and bumps and scrapes), but also being deeply concerned with protecting them and keeping them safe. He wants them to be able to be adventurous and learn about the world around them, but safely, and with him standing nearby to keep the real dangers at bay. Plus, if the wee one falls over and cries over their ouchie knee, someone’s gotta smooch it better and put a bandaid on it, after all!

Oh, and Poe is a diaper changing master. He’s learned to dress combat wounds in tense situations and get it done cleanly and efficiently, so that translates surprisingly well into how he handles diapers. He’s not grossed out by the stinky diapers or wiping or anything: he just buckles down and does it, cooing at the little one and smiling at them, making baby-voiced jokes about “someone being a messy, messy baby!” as he cleans them up and sends them on their way. He’s the best.

With slightly older but still quite young children, he loves listening to them learning new words, and will often try to teach them new things. He brings them with him as he works on his X-Wing, having them sit on a crate while he shows them various wires and gears and switches, explaining what they do and helping them pronounce the big words.

“Do you remember what this is called?”

“Cah-pah-see-tor.”

“Great job! Yes! Capacitor! Somebody’s gettin’ real smart– you might just be so good at this that you put me out of a job!”

Poe also loves telling stories about his adventures to children of all ages, especially when they’re sitting around him in circles or on his knee. He talks with his hands, miming the dips, dives, and soars of the X-Wing, flashing his fingers out to model explosions, wiggling his hands to show the flow of the Force. He keeps their attention rapt with his boisterous voice and captivating manner of speech, his eyes bright and vivid as his words.

With older children (think 4th to 7th graders), Poe is there to answer any question. He knows they’re developing their own opinions and minds, learning about the wide, amazing world they live in, and he owes it to them to share his experiences and wisdom with them. He always takes their questions seriously, as well as their feelings. He knows things are changing for them and getting complicated, so even if it’s something as minuscule as “my friends are acting weird because I still cut the crust off my sandwiches and I feel bad about it”, Poe takes it seriously and hears them out, giving his advice. He also does his best to bring their spirits up and make them smile, reminding them that he’s there for them if they need him, and that he’ll be their friend and mentor if they want his help.

With older kids and teens, Poe is a great friend. His youthful sense of humor and playfulness puts them at ease, and they don’t feel as intimidated by him as they might feel around someone like General Organa. He’s high-ranking but humble and open about his follies and missteps, so the kids know he’s someone they can reach out to if they’re in trouble. Lots of teens come to him for romance advice, since Poe is a trustworthy adult and pretty smart about his own relationships. He’s great at being a listening ear, and also great at helping kids take their minds off things that are stressing them. Sometimes, if it’s a quiet day and the kid he’s with seems really down, Poe will take them flying with him and let them be in control of the X-Wing for a few minutes. He laughs and grins back at them to tell them how great they’re doing, even if they’re a shaky pilot. He’s supportive (and definitely has his hand on the controls to make sure nothing goes wrong, so there’s no real danger), and that support helps these kids feel so much more confident in themselves.

Now, of course, Poe isn’t all just goofers with kids. He knows when to be serious and put down hard “no”s and limitations, knowing that children need boundaries in order to be safe. While Poe himself may play fast and loose with rules and orders, he knows that he needs to protect kids, even if that means from themselves, so he intervenes. He knows when to scold and when to set an order in place, but he always does it with their best interests in mind. Poe doesn’t lose his temper too quickly with young folks– he gets pissed fast with adults, since they ought to know better, but children can’t possibly know better so he always cuts them a little slack– but he does know when to raise his voice into his firm “commander’s voice”. He didn’t rise to the rank he’s in by being a pushover, after all.

That being said, even if a kid feels put out by his scolding, he always makes sure to visit them afterwards and explain himself, to make them smile and feel better. He hates to think he hurt their feelings, and if he ever steps out of line by scolding too harshly or by losing his temper, he’s not afraid to apologize. He knows the value of an honest and truthful “I’m sorry”, and the kids can tell he’s sincere. It’s part of what makes them love him so much.

The thing is, Poe just really wants to be a father and have a family of his own. Family has always been important to him, and that doesn’t mean only biological family. Leia is his family. Finn is his family. The entire Resistance is his family. Every kid he takes under his wing is part of his family. And, sure, yeah, he wants to have biological kids, but he’s not limited to just that. He’d be overjoyed to adopt, too, and not just babies, but children from all ages. Poe wants everyone to have the chance to feel loved and supported and like they belong somewhere, and the ability to give that to someone makes him feel like he’s doing something right.

Poe has a lot of love to give, and he’s great at sharing that love with the children he meets and helps, and the chance to guide them into being happy, healthy, joyful adults brings him the greatest warmth of all!

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