#welcome to my yap sesh

[emoflutterguy]

jesus fucking christ growing up and finding out the people who were shitty to u are massive hypocrites is . insane

TRIGGER WARNING FOR LIKE ABUSIVE FRIENDSHIP??? this is a little bit of a ventpost about how my shitty best friend in freshman year forced his transmedicalist idea of masculinity onto me only to grow up a little bit and start dating a cis guy and fall into the trap that most of us trans guys also fall into with cis guys of “oh hes cis so i obviously need to be Girly now”

thats ur tl;dr, read on if ure interested in the juicy details below the cut

so when i was in freshman year i met a kid who was supposedly a year older than me (he wasnt) but he was also a freshman because he got held back a year (he didn’t) (he was a filthy liar)

anyways he just so happens to be a trans guy and thats not where my problem lies with this guy . i wish it was that simple .

now im also a trans guy, and i had just come out at that point when we had met, like im talking i had just freshly come out as a trans man a month before we had met. i had no idea what i was doing or how to act or dress or how to be masculine, and he was like oh let me coach u on how to be a trans man The Right Way

and his “coaching” was terrible advice that literally any trans man whos been trans for more than 5 seconds would tell u is terrible advice;

he told me to eat, sleep and shit in my binder, he told me to abandon all girly clothing and only wear HIS clothes because HIS clothes were cool and masculine and would make me pass better (they didn’t), he told me not to wear makeup unless he was the one who did it, he shamed me for not passing well enough (i was 15 and had a baby face, as well as having big ass man biddies and also being chubby) and he gave me the worlds worst first masculine haircut and dyed it an eye bleeding orange in his kitchen. he forced me to listen to his music only because my music taste was supposedly terrible and he was the one who could drive so he got to choose the playlist (spoiler alert he wasnt legally supposed to be driving without an adult over the age of 25 but that was unbeknownst to me)

basically he told me that fundamentally, i was wrong because i wasn’t him

and any ounce of femininity i dared to show and be comfortable with was also fundamentally wrong

one time while we were all hanging out at my house (him, me, my mom and her boyfriend at the time) and i was talking about how bad i wanted to get on testosterone because i just wanted to feel like a normal teenage boy.

.and get this.

he told me i was “too girly” and “not manly enough” and i “didn’t pass well enough” to go on testosterone

and he told me he thought i was faking being trans for attention and he didnt think i was actually trans because i “wasnt trying hard enough” like he was

i promise this is relevant later im not just saying this to vent

he was also a horrendously shitty person to me and everyone else at the time, and im not saying this because im still salty, no bitch i was 15 he was 15 we were both kids kids are gonna be weird and mean sometimes, but “kids being kids” is not supposed to leave u with trauma that u may never heal from . and he did that to me . but thats irrelevant

anyways, now onto the part thats kind of funny in a fucked up way

so me and his ex boyfriend are best friends now because we both survived the fucked up shit he put us both through, at the same time might i add, and we often talk about how our respective relationships with him still affect us to this day

and today we were talking about going to a concert for a band we both really like that was introduced to us by our mutual enemy, the guy this post is about

and naturally the conversation turned to what hes up to now because my bestie likes to sometimes look at his social media out of curiosity and he told me

that evil bad guy mc bad

is now in a relationship with a cis biker guy

and dresses in crop tops and mini skirts and thigh highs and wears wigs and makeup now

and good for him if he genuinely just enjoys dressing like that now, if thats all it is then im glad hes finally had some character development

but i just have a feeling thats not what this is, that hes doing this solely for the validation of his fuck ass boyfriend

and the thing is, i would feel bad if it was literally Anyone Else going through that, but he did the same thing to me, to his ex who is now my bestie, to my other friends who used to be friends with him, to anyone who’s ever known him honestly.

and i dont wish him ill anymore. i really dont, i could not care less, and this post will probably be the last time i ever think about him because i really could not care about him less at this point, but its insane to me that he used to be so like firm in his opinion that men who were feminine werent real men, and he actively enjoyed making me feel like shit for being too feminine, and now he’s doing the same thing he used to make fun of me for.

maybe im just salty because i never got a real apology from him, but at this point i dont even want an apology from him because i know that it would be more akin to colleen ballinger’s “toxic gossip train” video than a real apology

well i think ive yapped on about this enough if u read all the way here thanks lol

[jam-packed]

i watched aliens (1986) and tbh where are the adrift in space aus for motogp. trap those guys in some situations

[1l-ynn]

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[h8aaz]

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gabs yaps .ᐟ — for @soldiersgirl bc she wanted this and also ITS HER MAN!!! also there's SO MANY (ur welcome 😼)

minors DO NOT INTERACT pls and thank yew

gotta be logged into twitter/x to view them!

just like my other ones, inspo from @figthoughts 🤍🤍

🍒 high!soldier boy

smoke sesh? smoke sex!

sucking him off as he sparks up

🍒 munch!soldier boy

sitting on his face

sucking on you

devouring you into overstimulation

eating you out while he strokes himself

eat & stroke pt2

eating you up while you're standing (kinda?)

full pleasure

🍒 regular!soldier boy

fuck me!

messy

making you shake with his fingers

tease

in the back of butcher's car

like a piston

holding you down

size kink

too big

size bulge

creamy

rough thrusts

the 'softest' fuck he can manage

squirting while he fucks you harder (not sorry)

creampie, baby!

wet n tied up

both holes

from behind

fucking you into the ground

fuckdoll

taking his anger out on you

spanking

watch it drip

what he sends you

what he sends pt2

what you send

wet ride

stuffed

attitude fixer

sloppy

by the car

fingering you during a mission

filming him fingering you

so wet!

stroking him with two fingers

yeah?

fucking you into the chair

using your mouth

orgasm on his dick

doggy in the passenger seat

simple fingering (lowkey looks more like dean lol oops)

tags: @sunsbaby @ultravi0lence14 @starzify @littlesoulshine @soldiersgirl @bejeweledinterludes @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @daylighted @legalmente-loca @sacr1ficialang3l @liiiilsss

[luckyartdrawer]

100 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE!!! MER AU!!!

Y'all chose the MER AU to celebrate, and so say hello to some fishy boys! They are all quite happy to see you, though some seem to show it more than others!

Cookie cutter shark Sun can't wait to take a bite- I mean- erm- rather a hug out of you! Either way he's quite excited!

Threadfin Eclipse would rather all eyes be on him, but he would settle for just yours! His colors shifts in every way, he's hoping your eyes won't stray!

Jellyfish Moon doesn't mean to be so imposing -- towards you anyways. He just wants to see you and everyone happens to be in the way!

This is technically a PT 1 to the celebration, as we have a Royal AU to roll out the red carpet for as well due to a tie in the poll!

PT 2 is made!

vvv Sketch/line art and yapping below!!! vvv

Sketch/Line art

Hehehe I just had to share. I am so proud of how the lines came out. Sketch cleaned up as lineart method my beloved.

Uagh I keep looking back and seeing so many things I could do. I might update the images secretly one day, but for now I think I need to let it be free in the world before I just never finish lol

Welcome to my yap sesh! Thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it! <3 I am very proud of this and spent soooo so long rendering it. (What was i thinking doing 3 characters end my suffering /J)

Here's some random factoids about these sillies!

Sun: Born in the depths. He is a dime of dozen of cookie cutter sharks, all of them insistent of taking chunks out of anything and anyone they can find. Sun at least has some restraint when it comes to mers he likes, but he always wants just one nibble! Sun tends to warm up fast to mers that give him a speck of attention and care. Cookie cutter shark mers are known to link up with mates as soon as possible, but Sun insists that he hasn't found the perfect fit yet. No one is tasty enough for it! Everyone needs to compliment the other! Sun is the fastest of the 3, relying solely on his speed and jumping out of hiding spots to catch prey. His sharp claws pierces easily and the long webbing between his fingers makes it really easy to ensnare prey in his grasp!

Moon: Born in the depths. Jellyfish mers are rather uncommon, being known as a mostly solitary species. Unlike their animal counterparts, Jellyfish mer go alone after maturing, not even inclined to search for a mate, though they can if they so desire. They live the longest of any mer species. Their transparent bodies keep their form hidden from prey as their bioluminescence lures them in. Moon is the slowest of the 3, but it does not matter to him. To hunt, he floats in a comfortable spot, amping up his bioluminescence and fanning out his ribbons to attract prey. If a victim gets within his vicinity, his ribbons will quickly wrap and tangle around them, sending painful stings and intense damage to the prey. While effective, there are times the mer will sit in one spot for days having not attracted any food. He can hunt directly like other mers, but he'd have to rely on his transparency over speed in order to get close enough to catch them, his melded fingers make it even harder to grasp prey directly.

Eclipse: Isn't actually born a deep sea mer but spent most of his life in the depths after finding out how delicious specific creatures are and how much attention his looks get him. His skin and scales are iridescent and he loves to flaunt them when he can. Eclipse tends to be very carefree, though also the most gentle when interacting with other mers. He is inclined to view anyone as a potential friend or more due to being omnivorous, though no many has caught his full, dedicated attention. He's not territorial, not competitive, and doesn't care where he goes as he can eat just about anything. Hunting wise he is the most tactical, using his colors and thick ribbons to lure and confuse prey. He isn't the fastest nor the slowest, but his long hands increase his likelihood of catching prey he otherwise would have been a little too slow to grasp.

Yeah i.... I ended up having a lot of fun coming up with these guys

Especially moon, those of you who know KNOW, but man... my moon bias is so strong.

I even have this cute expression idea where he can control how his cap looks and uses it for his own protection. When sometimes when sleeping or defensive, he will tuck in his tail, arms, and sometimes his ribbons within the cap and then, like a string bag, it closes off his entire body from the world. He's in his own cap bubble!!! When embarrassed or trying to physically interact with someone without fear of hurting them, he'll tuck in his ribbons and scrunch his cap around his head. He'll look a bit silly, and you can't touch his face, but you can hug him safely and play with the soft round cap that now encases his head. (His tail/neck ribbons have no stinging abilities, they're just glowy for lure purposes!) his coloration is mostly inspired by the Man-O-War but his species is more fantasy then based off only that like the other two are with their respective fish, so that's why I just call him simply a Jellyfish for now :3

Sorry about that... I still love all 3 of these goobas and have ideas for them though! Maybe one day I'll get a fic going for them, not saying anytime soon because I have TOO MANY to work on rn, but just know they are swimming in my head.

So many ideas, so little time......

Once again THANK YOU ALL!!! It is so lovely to see y'all here despite my whacky upload schedules. I always tell myself I should make more simple things sometimes just so I can get the ideas out faster, but then my hands always do something else smh. Hope you all find this art and my future works quite delectable! <333

[stari-hun]

I actually only hold angst in my heart for Journey to Mor Panhk, everything about that event is so deeply touching in a ruins you forever kinda way. Reading that story was like playing Alter Ego or a game that puts you into so much retrospective. Don't even get me started on how Kumar is character for the Eldest Daughters. The thing about it is that the antagonist of Mor Panhk is someone who could've been ANYONE. It makes me think of the Funkyfrogbait video making rounds right now where they said "how many Einsteins have spent thier lives washing dishes? How many Mozarts have bent over stoves instead of pianos?" then learning about the fact that Mozart had an elder sister who some said were better than him yet none of her works survived. Kumar wasn't born with innate talent but she had the skill and tenacity to work herself to make her arcanum strong enough to where two geniuses (one being her own student) had to learn her life's work in order to stand a chance against her. But in the end it'll never matter to her parents because they had a son with exactly what they wanted too. The only issue between them in the cold narrative is that Shamane never wanted that either, he was more livid than anything about what their parents did to her. They have the same tragedy that Theopil and Isolde have, Shamane wanted to love and be with Kumar because he saw her for the talented older sister she was, but Kumar didn't want anything to do with that. Kumar had other plans, and when the bitterness of being abandoned for the sin of being born "wrong" in her parent's eyes, she wanted nothing more than to wipe out the conditions and environment that hurt her off the map. In the end, we could've all been Kumar. I think that's one of the reasons I fixate on her the most and think of her all the time along with Isolde, they're characters who were done wrong then did wrong to others, their wrath at their original abusers overflowing to innocent people. Whether you take her as the Eldest Daughter abandoned for the idealized dream of her parents that a male child could do it better, or you identify with her as another marginalized person who was told they were made "wrong" when they were born a certain way.

Shamane’s character event is one of the best because of when it happened in the game. It showed us exactly how arcane creatures behave and adapt to the ecosystem before we got to [Farewell, Rayashki]. Where Windsong told us exactly what arcane creatures are like, and how they merge into the ecosystem alongside humans. Shamane’s job was to be apart of nature and live in harmony with it while being a person. Most notably, the event showed us how creatures like carbuncles, who are the main reoccurring enemy in the game, aren’t entirely feral like we thought. People like Jessica and New Babel can control arcane creatures like carbuncles, in Jessica’s case she can even talk to them, but they don’t necessarily make friends with them and convince them to fight by their side.

[jennysamslady]

༉‧₊˚. "Echoes of the past"

Chapter 1

Pairings: Sam Winchester x OC Female! Reader x Dean Winchester (Not Poly)

Word count: 9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, Reader is a baddie

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3 and this is my first time writing a series !! send some love. thanks so much for reading through my yap sesh. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Summary:A seasoned hunter with a past tied to the Winchesters, Jennifer is drawn to a chilling case in Sandpoint, Idaho—two men, two murders, and a mysterious woman at the center of it all. But just as she pieces together the puzzle, an unexpected call from John Winchester changes everything. He’s in hiding, demons are closing in, and he needs her to watch over Sam and Dean.

Tracking the brothers to Jericho, California, Jennifer is forced to confront old ghosts—both literal and personal. A sinister Woman in White lurks in the shadows, but something darker looms beneath the surface. As tensions rise and past wounds reopen, Jennifer’s nightmares whisper of a fate she refuses to name.

She’s keeping secrets. The kind that can save lives—or end them.

Sandpoint, Idaho – September 13, 2005

The sun was setting, its golden light slipping through the thin gap in the motel curtains, casting long shadows across the room. You sat on the bed, dismantling and reassembling your gun with practiced speed, your hands moving on instinct. It wasn’t just a habit—it was a competition, a silent race against yourself.

Your laptop screen flickered with grainy CCTV footage from a local bar, the common link between two recent murders. Two men, on separate nights, had killed their closest loved ones. Both claimed they did it for the love of their life—a woman they had met at that very bar. Their words had been eerily identical. That was no coincidence.

Then, you saw it. Two women in the footage, their eyes flashing unnaturally—a telltale sign of sirens. That was unusual. Sirens typically worked alone. But for a hunter at your level? It wouldn’t be a problem.

Your phone buzzed. Unknown Number. You ignored it.

It rang again. Persistent.

With a sigh, you picked up.

"Jennifer, I need you to do me a favor."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the familiar voice. John Winchester. Not surprising, but unexpected. It had been almost more than 5 years since John called you that too for a favor. You had a million questions in your mind not for him but for yourself. You expected him to call like this much later not right after it had barely been a year since sam left for college. 

"Depends on what you're asking for, John," you replied, smirking.

You had always supported Sam’s decision to leave for college—hell, you had managed to squeeze in your own degrees in anthropology and mythology while still hunting every few weeks. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t last. You had seen this moment before.

John’s voice was lower than usual, tinged with something rare—concern. "I need you to watch over Sam and Dean… I’m in hiding. I’ve got leads on the yellow-eyed demon."

You scoffed. "You mean Azazel, the said Prince of Hell? You do know he’s not the 1st prince?” Your voice carried a slight tease, but the name itself left a bitter taste in your mouth.

John hesitated. "How did y—never mind. I didn’t know any of this for a matter of fact…but… Yeah, him. Every demon’s after me, and sooner or later, Sam and Dean are gonna get caught in the crossfire. I have a feeling. Better to prepare them now."

"I know, and welcome for the free info" you said simply.

“yeah…Figured,” he muttered.

You leaned back against the headboard, watching the footage out of the corner of your eye. "So, you’re after the Colt?” Smirking since you had the lead on it more than him. Your nightmares were a much of help as much as pain. They showed you the truth…always. Of how people died what the future holds for them and to some of your close one aswell. Also leaving you with the burden of protecting them without actually telling them how it happens because you know that wont change a thing expect only you could. 

Silence. Then, finally, "…Yes."

You let out a dry chuckle. "And you’re sure this isn’t just some elaborate plan to push Dean and Sam back together?"

More silence. That told you everything.

"Yeah, figured. Sentiment’s not really your thing, huh?"

John exhaled. "You taking the job or not, kid?"

You rolled your eyes. "I’m down for it."

The call ended abruptly. A moment later, a message flashed on your screen.

" Jericho, California "

You exhaled through your nose, pushing some buttons on your phone. A trusted hunter—one of the few you called a friend—picked up. "I’m sending you my motel info. Got a siren case that needs closing."

After a brief exchange, you hung up, shoved your gear into your duffel, and grabbed your leather jacket off the bed. On your way out, you snagged a couple of Monster energy drinks and some beers for the four-hour drive.

As you took a quick break to eat, you pulled up articles on Jericho. Multiple mysterious deaths—all victims had driven their cars off an unfinished bridge. That screamed supernatural. And it meant Dean and Sam would be there.The thought of them brought back memories, ones you’d tried to keep locked away.

You remembered the first time you met Dean. You were three. And he was younger just 2 months, but it didn’t matter. You’d been inseparable. The best of friends. You two had spent hours playing, laughing, getting into trouble together. Back then, there wasn’t a day you didn’t see him by your side.

But that was a lifetime ago. None of that felt real anymore. You couldn't remember your parents—not their faces, not their voices. Just a strange blankness where they should’ve been. Your house, the one you’d lived in with them, had burned down, just a week after Mary Winchester’s house caught fire. That night, that fire—everything had changed. You hadn’t known it at the time, but in the blink of an eye, your life had been turned upside down.

Bobby had taken you in when you were just eight. You traveled with the Winchesters for three years before that, travelling with them and taking care of sam as he was awfully young at the time. You learnt the ropes, became a part of the supernatural world. A world that was far different from the one you’d known before the fire.

But when you turned sixteen, things changed again. Dean became more distant than before, pulling away from you in ways you didn’t understand. You had a stupid girl crush on him back then—thought maybe he’d notice you the way he noticed everyone else. But he didn’t. And slowly, that crushed part of you had turned into something colder. Something more guarded. Dean’s absence didn’t hurt as much anymore, but it still stung.

Shaking the thoughts away, you focused back on the road. There was no time to dwell on the past—not when there were monsters to hunt and a world that needed saving. But as much as you tried to push it down, that ache never really went away. And you knew that the moment you saw Dean again, all of those old feelings would come rushing back. But you wouldn’t let them show. Not this time. Not anymore.

~

The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of insects and the whisper of rustling trees. You pulled up near the construction site just past eleven, where the latest victim had met their end.

Then, headlights cut through the darkness.

A sleek, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala rumbled onto the scene, its low growl breaking the silence. You recognized it instantly.

Dean’s car.

Two tall figures emerged, both clad in leather. Even without seeing their faces, you knew exactly who they were.

Dean and Sam Winchester.

And they were heading straight for you.

“Hey, lady! You shouldn’t be out here so late,” the shorter one called out.

Dean.

He approached, stopping just a few feet away. As you turned to face them, recognition flickered across their faces.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted, your tone laced with sass.

Dean muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sam to hear, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sam shot him a questioning glance before stepping forward, a grin spreading across his face. “Jenny? Man, last place I thought I’d see you,” he said, wrapping you in a warm hug.

You chuckled. “Well, death follows me, so I follow death. What can I say?”

Pulling back, you glanced at Dean, who had yet to say a word. You smirked. “Hi back to you too, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped in and hugged him anyway. He stiffened for a second before sighing and melting into it, his arms wrapping around you.

“Hi, Jen,” he murmured against your ear, his voice softer than expected.

Your heart did a little flip, but you played it off with a smirk as you pulled away.

“So, I’m guessing the case brought you here?” Dean asked, slipping back into business mode.

"Not exactly," you admitted, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "Spirits are a little below my pay grade love"

Dean's brow twitched, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Sam amused. 

"Actually, I got a message that led me here. Figured it was worth checking out. And now, here I am—stuck with you two." You let out an exaggerated sigh, as if the thought of their company was pure torture.

Sam's face twisted in confusion. "You say that like it's such a bad thing to be around us."

You laughed, nudging his arm. "Relax, Sammy. I'm messing with you.”

Dean froze mid-step, snapping his gaze toward Sam, then you, then back again. Wait.

Sam didn’t even blink at the nickname. Instead, he just nodded. 

Dean’s brow furrowed. “Hold up—what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Dean gestured vaguely between you and Sam. “You just called him Sammy.”

You shrugged. “Yeah. And?”

Dean pointed at his brother. “And he let you.”

You smirked, tilting your head toward Sam. “He doesn’t let you?”

Dean scowled. “No, he doesn’t.”

Sam just shrugged. “I don’t mind when she says it.”

Dean’s expression was priceless. Like someone just told him the sky wasn’t blue. “You—you don’t mind?”

You shot Dean a smug look. “Jealous?”

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You patted his shoulder as you passed him. “You’ll get over it, love”

Dean blinked after you, then turned to Sam. “Dude, seriously?”

Sam just gave a knowing smirk and followed after you.

Dean groaned. “This is bull—”

Dean huffed, amused. Changing the topic “Well Funny, ‘cause our dad’s last known stop was here, too. Can I check the number you got that message from?” He asked extending his hand in front of you as you gave it to him already deleted your recent call interaction with the same number. 

“Thats dads number….”

That got Sam’s attention. His expression sharpened, scanning you like he was trying to piece something together. "You got any leads? Besides this bridge?"

You shrugged. "Not really. I’ll let you boys take the lead. I’ll just make sure you don’t get yourselves killed. Sound good?"

Sam raised a brow, clearly debating whether to be grateful or suspicious. "Alright then."

Dean just shook his head, smirking. "This should be interesting."

~

The night hung heavy, the distant croak of frogs and hum of insects weaving into the eerie silence near the abandoned house. The place loomed just beyond the bridge, its rotting frame barely standing against the wind. The sagging porch looked one strong gust away from collapse, and the shattered windows yawned like hollow eyes in the dark.

Dean pulled the Impala up beside your Mustang, killing the engine with a low grumble. Sam, ever the researcher, was already flipping through a worn leather notebook filled with scribbled notes and local lore. You watched as his brow furrowed in concentration, lips moving slightly as he tried to piece things together.

Dean, meanwhile, leaned against the hood of the Impala, arms crossed. He let out a deep sigh, glancing toward the house with mild irritation. “Alright, let’s go over this one more time. We got the classic Woman in White—vengeful spirit, offing unfaithful guys. Did I miss anything?”

Sam skimmed his notes again. “Yeah get this her name was Constance Welch. Lived here with her husband and kids. Supposedly went mad, drowned her children in the river, and then killed herself. Standard tragic ghost origin story.”

You tilted your head, already unimpressed. “Uh-huh. And you got all that from, what? A quick Google search?”

Dean shot you a look. “We did actual research.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Sam ignored you, flipping a page in his notebook. “We’ve got five victims so far, all guys. No sign of physical struggle, just—poof. Gone. And then their bodies show up days later, looking like they died of fright.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, so she’s luring them to their deaths. But why the bridge?”

Sam frowned, glancing toward the old structure looming in the distance. “Well, she was last seen here before she died. Maybe it’s her anchor?”

Dean let out a sharp exhale, rubbing a hand over his face. “Great. So, we torch the bridge, problem solved.”

Sam gave him a flat look. “That’s not how this works.”

Dean groaned. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Then what are we missing?”

You watched, highly amused, as they visibly struggled to put the pieces together. Sam kept flipping pages, scanning old reports and crime scene photos, while Dean tapped his fingers against the Impala impatiently.

Finally, you couldn’t help yourself. You let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching against the side of your car. “Wow. You guys are so good at this. Truly impressive.”

Dean turned to glare at you. “Alright, what’s with the smirk?”

“Oh, nothing,” you drawled, twirling your thick iron bar in your hands. “It’s just really cute watching you two work through something I figured out hours ago.”

Sam looked up, brows knitting together. “Wait, what?”

“I already solved the case.” You inspected your nails, feigning boredom. “Like, before you even got here.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah? Then why the hell are you still here?”

You smirked. “Because watching you two stumble through the mystery is way more entertaining love. ”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh, muttering something under his breath before turning back to the house. “Whatever. Just stay here and don’t get yourself killed.”

You lifted your iron bar. “Please. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Sam gave you a long, knowing glance but didn’t argue as he followed Dean toward the house.

You leaned back against your Mustang, shaking your head. This was going to be fun.

From your spot by the cars, you listened as the boys moved through the crumbling house, the floorboards groaning under their boots. Muffled voices carried through the night, their conversation breaking the eerie silence.

“This place is falling apart,” Sam muttered.

Dean snorted. “Yeah, well, it’s not like she needed a home makeover.”

You smirked, shaking your head. Same old Dean.

You shifted your grip on the thick iron bar, fingers tightening around the cool metal. Not because you were worried—you weren’t. Ghosts didn’t faze you. They were predictable, tied to their deaths and reliving their tragedies like broken records.

And Constance Welch? She was no different.

Then, right on cue, a sharp, bone-chilling scream sliced through the air.

You straightened, eyes snapping toward the house just as a blur of white darted past the shattered windows. A second later, Sam and Dean came crashing through the front door, stumbling onto the porch like a pair of rookies.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered.

Dean wiped at a fresh scratch on his face, glaring toward the house. “She’s pissed.”

“You think?” Sam huffed, brushing dust off his jacket. “We found some old newspaper clippings inside. Turns out she didn’t drown herself—her husband buried her in the basement.”

You arched a brow. “And you didn’t lead with that?”

Dean scowled. “We were getting to it.”

But you weren’t paying attention anymore.

The air shifted, dropping to an unnatural chill. Your breath curled in front of you.

“She’s coming back,” you said smoothly.

Sam stiffened. “How do you—”

Before he could finish, you moved—spinning on your heel just as Constance materialized behind them, her hollow eyes locked onto Dean.

Without hesitation, you swung the iron bar like a home run hitter, striking her mid-lunge. The impact sent her flickering like a bad signal before she was flung backward, vanishing into mist.

Dean let out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

Sam blinked at you, still trying to process what just happened. “You barely even looked phased.”

You twirled the iron bar with ease, smirking. “It’s almost like I know what I’m doing.”

Dean ignored that, glancing back at the house. “Alright, we need to burn her bones. Basement. Now.”

But you weren’t done yet.

“Not yet,” you muttered.

Dean gave you a look. “The hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?”

You took a step forward, eyes scanning the darkness. The temperature hadn’t risen yet. Which meant—

There.

You caught the flicker of movement before it happened—saw the way the shadows shifted unnaturally.

“Duck,” you ordered.

Neither of them hesitated—they dropped to the ground just as Constance lunged again, aiming straight for Dean.

This time, you didn’t even bother using the bar. Instead, you sidestepped smoothly, yanking a handful of salt from your pocket and tossing it directly at her.

She shrieked, the sound grating against your skull as she dispersed into thin air.

Sam exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t even see her that time.”

Dean shot you a wary glance. “Alright, seriously. How the hell did you know?”

You just smiled. They didn’t need to know everything.

“Lucky guess.”

Dean narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. Sam just sighed.

Dean shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s burn the damn bones before she decides to play round three.”

You twirled your iron bar again, gesturing toward the house. “Lead the way, boys.”

The next ten minutes were a flurry of movement—Dean and Sam dug through the rotting basement floor, finally unearthing Constance’s remains. You stood watch at the top of the stairs, iron bar at the ready in case she decided to show up for one last hurrah.

She did.

Constance lashed out one last time, her wailing form barreling straight toward Dean.

“Oh, hell no,” you muttered, stepping forward.

You grabbed the salt from your pocket and flung a handful at her. She shrieked, flickering violently before disappearing.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said smugly.

Dean coughed, wiping dirt from his hands. “You could’ve done that earlier.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have learned anything.”

Sam snorted, tossing the last bit of gasoline onto the bones. “Let’s just finish this.”

A single match later, flames erupted, the fire crackling as the spirit let out one final wail before vanishing completely.

Silence followed.

Dean dusted himself off. “Well, that was fun.”

Sam sighed. “Define fun.”

You grinned. “Watching you two struggle for the past hour? Very fun.”

Dean huffed. “You’re lucky we like you.”

“Oh, I know.”

With the case finally closed, the three of you made your way back to the cars, the night air no longer carrying that same eerie chill. You leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed.

Dean eyed you suspiciously. “Alright, seriously. How’d you figure it out so fast?”

You shrugged. “I pay attention.”

Sam shook his head, smiling. “Remind me never to bet against you.”

Dean groaned. “Great. She’s got a bigger head now.”

You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, Dean. My head was already plenty big before this.”

Dean just shook his head, climbing into the Impala. “This is gonna be a long night.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah. But at least it won’t be boring.”

The three of you walked back toward the cars, the night air thick with lingering tension. The fire crackled in the distance, the scent of burning wood and decay still heavy in the air. The case was over. But the conversation? Not even close.

You could feel their eyes on you—both of them trying to piece you together.

Dean was the first to speak, his voice edged with suspicion. “Alright, I’ll bite. What the hell are you really doing here?”

You exhaled slowly, brushing dust off your jacket. “I told you. Working a case.”

Sam, ever the more patient one, tilted his head. “Yeah, but why this case? Why this town? I mean, you don’t just randomly show up in the same place as us. That’s not a coincidence.”

You turned toward Sam, giving him a small, almost fond smile. “Would you believe me if I said I just had a feeling?”

His brow furrowed slightly, but there was no hostility in his expression—just curiosity. “A feeling?”

You nodded. “Call it instinct.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, sure. That’s not suspicious at all.”

Your expression hardened as you turned to face him, all traces of warmth gone. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean.”

Dean blinked, caught off guard by the sudden chill in your tone. “Okay, damn. No need to get all—”

“You’re the one demanding answers,” you cut in sharply. “I don’t see you handing any out.”

Sam sighed, already sensing the brewing tension. “Alright, alright. Let’s just—take a second, yeah?” He glanced between the two of you before settling on you. “But you’re really sticking with us? Just like that?”

Your gaze softened when you looked at him. “I want to find your dad too.”

Sam’s expression shifted—a mix of surprise and something else. Maybe gratitude. Maybe curiosity. Maybe both. “Why?”

You hesitated for a second, just enough to make it look like there was more to it than you were letting on. Then, you shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

Dean let out a dry laugh. “Oh, great. Another damn mystery.”

You ignored him completely, turning back to your '69 Mustang. It was sleek, **matte black, with a low, aggressive stance—**a car that didn’t just exist on the road; it owned it. You pulled out your phone, dialling a number.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said casually when the call connected. “Yeah, I need my car picked up. No, nothing’s wrong—I just need it taken back to my place. Yeah. Thanks.”

Hanging up, you turned back to Sam, offering him a small smile. “Looks like I’m riding with you boys for a while.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Well, I guess it’ll be good to have another person around.”

Dean leaned against the Impala, watching you with narrowed eyes. “And what? You’re just inviting yourself along?”

You met his gaze, your expression unreadable. “Looks like it.”

He scoffed. “Not even gonna ask?”

You smirked. “Would you have said no?”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, exhaling through his nose. “You’re annoying.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you deadpanned before looking back at Sam. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”

Sam smiled. “Nah, I think it’ll be nice.”

Dean threw his hands up. “Oh, so when she pulls this, it’s fine, but when I do—”

Sam shot him a look. “Dean.”

Dean sighed, muttering something under his breath. You just smirked.

As you leaned against your Mustang, arms crossed, you could already see Dean eyeing you, that signature smirk creeping onto his face.

“So, Jen,” he started smoothly, stepping closer, “since you’re riding with us, I gotta ask—are you gonna be able to handle being stuck in close quarters with me?”

You didn’t even look up. “I’ll survive.”

Dean chuckled, unfazed. “You sure? ‘Cause, y’know, some people find me irresistible after a while.”

You glanced at him, deadpan. “Lucky for me, I’m not ‘some people.’”

Sam snorted, clearly enjoying the show.

Dean put a hand over his chest, feigning deep offence. “Ouch. That one actually hurt a little.”

You smirked. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Dean perked up. “I mean—”

“No love” You turned away before he could finish, fighting the grin threatening to break through.

Dean exhaled, muttering, “You’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Sam shook his head, amused, and you turned to him with a smile. “You good, Sammy?”

he just nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You were talking to the guy here for your car talking to him in a distance. “Well then I guess there is no reason for me to be with you now dean you got her you both can probably find dad without me…” sam spoke after a long silence

“Yeah but its dad sam….ill drop you off to say bye to your girl whoever she is…”dean says. Sam nodded.

You drove for another 14 hours back to Stanford fighting for which music to be played.

~

Sam stepped into his apartment after a long day of hunting with Dean, his thoughts weighed down by the decision he had just made. He’d agreed to join his brother on the road, leaving behind the life he had carefully started to build. The door clicked shut behind him, and the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the soft hum of Jessica moving around the kitchen.

"Hey, you're home early," she greeted, her voice warm as she smiled and walked toward him.

Sam managed a small smile in return, but the heaviness in his chest made it feel forced. "Yeah, just wanted to check in before—"

His words were cut off as she leaned in and kissed him, the warmth of her touch grounding him. He didn’t want to pull away, but reality loomed.

“I’m sorry, Jess,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. “But I’ve got to go.”

Her smile faltered, her brows furrowing slightly. “I know. I don’t get it, Sam. You’re leaving... and I don’t understand why.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, the tiredness in his eyes matching the sadness in his heart. "I don’t understand it either, but I have to go. I’ve got to help Dean."

Her expression softened, her hands finding his, holding on tightly as if trying to keep him there, keep him safe. "I’ll be here when you get back. Just… don’t keep running forever, Sam. You’ve got a life here."

Before Sam could respond, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Dean—another reminder that the family business always called him back.

“I’ll be back soon,” Sam said, his voice firm but lacking conviction. "We’ll figure this out."

Jessica watched him, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something else—fear—but Sam, lost in his own turmoil, didn’t notice. He gave her one last fleeting look before heading out the door, his mind already a thousand miles away.

~

Outside, you stood by the Impala, your arms crossed, arguing with Dean about the case.

“I’m telling you, Dean, we’re missing something,” you insisted, frustration seeping into your voice as you tapped your foot. "We’re not looking in the right places."

Dean, his patience wearing thin, crossed his arms and leaned against the car. “You don’t think I know that? We’ve been chasing our tails all day. If you’ve got a better idea, let’s hear it.”

You shot him an exasperated look. "We need to think bigger. Your theory is too small."

Dean rolled his eyes, clearly done with the conversation. "Great. Now we’re getting all philosophical. What next, a séance?"

You were about to snap back at him when suddenly, everything shifted. The air, heavy and charged, felt wrong—suffocating even. You stopped mid-sentence, your senses on high alert.

“Dean… do you smell that?”

Dean frowned, looking around. “Smell what? The way you’re turning this into some drama?”

“No, seriously. I smell fire.”

Dean snorted, dismissing it. “Fire? Nah. There’s no fire—”

But as soon as he said it, both of you froze. The scent of burning—smoke, scorched wood—hit your noses, unmistakable and sharp.

You and Dean exchanged a quick glance.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, you both sprinted toward the Impala, adrenaline kicking in. Dean’s foot slammed on the gas, the car roaring to life as you tore through the streets, your mind racing. You didn’t need to say it aloud; you both knew exactly what had happened.

When you arrived, the building was already engulfed in flames. Sam’s apartment—the one where he had been building a life with Jessica—was being consumed by the fire. Without hesitation, you threw open the car door and bolted toward the building, the heat from the blaze already intense against your skin.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he ran ahead.

You followed, your heart pounding as smoke billowed from the windows. Through the thick haze, you could see the shape of someone moving inside.

"Sam!" you shouted again, louder this time, your voice cracking.

Dean didn’t waste a second. He slammed his shoulder into the door, breaking it down with ease, and the two of you rushed in.

The smoke inside was thick, almost impenetrable. You could barely see through the haze. But then you saw him—Sam’s unconscious form, slumped against the door, barely breathing.

“Grab him!” Dean yelled at you.

You didn’t hesitate. You reached for Sam, pulling him from the flames with Dean’s help, the heat and smoke almost unbearable. But adrenaline surged through you, fuelling your every move. Sam’s body felt limp in your arms, but his pulse was there, faint and erratic.

“Jess... where’s Jess?” Sam mumbled, his voice barely audible, his confusion cutting into you like a knife.

You froze. The question hung in the air—where was Jessica? The fire had been set with her still inside. You didn’t need confirmation to know it was true. Sam’s face was pale, his eyes clouded with disbelief. But you knew, deep down, that she was gone.

Dean didn’t answer, his face hard as he threw Sam’s arm over his shoulder, helping him toward the door. You followed, your mind racing with the implications. You couldn’t ignore it anymore. The events, the fire, Jessica’s death—it all pointed back to something far more sinister. Azazel. The demon who had been manipulating events from the shadows.

But you didn’t voice it. Not yet. You kept your face blank, hiding the depth of your thoughts. This wasn’t the time to confront Sam. Not when he was in this state.

The three of you got into the Impala. The ride was dead silent except for the occasional hitching breath from Sam, still in shock. Dean had his jaw clenched tight, and you couldn’t help but feel the same wave of grief and helplessness but it didn’t affect you much after what you’ve been through. It was merely a drop in water in a ocean full of it. 

The road stretched ahead of you, but it felt like the world was closing in. You’d seen a lot in your life and this wasn’t any different from the time Mary Winchester died…..After hours of driving, you pulled into a motel, the lights flickering in the distance.

Dean was the first to break the silence. “I’ll take the first watch,” he muttered. “You need anything, Sam?”

Sam didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, as if he hadn’t even heard Dean.

You looked at Sam and then back at Dean, offering a quiet, reassuring smile. “Let me take him. Get some rest.”

Dean nodded, though his eyes were filled with concern for his brother. “Alright. Just don’t let him wander off, okay?”

You didn’t answer at first. Instead, you gently helped Sam out of the car, guiding him toward the motel room.

~

It was 3 a.m. You couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights where the nightmares came, sharp and relentless, and you didn’t want to drag anyone else into that darkness. The Winchesters were both asleep in their respective rooms, peaceful in the kind of sleep you hadn’t had in years.

You didn’t want to wake them, but you couldn’t sit still either. So, you buried yourself in work, flipping through cases, searching for something to focus on. You were handling cases across the U.S., the ones others couldn’t, but you had your reasons for staying out of the limelight. You weren’t known by your real name; to most, you were just "The Night Fang" or "The Reaper of Hell" You’d killed nearly a hundred Hellhounds, and you were damn good at it. You kept it a secret from everyone, except for Bobby Singer, the closest thing you had to a father, and Jake Wyler, your Bestfriend who had become more like family.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. You glanced at the screen—it was Bobby.

You picked up immediately, trying to mask the surprise in your voice. “Hey, Dad… what’s up? Are you alright? How’d you call so late?”

Bobby’s deep voice rumbled through the receiver. “No, just wanted to check in… figured you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Made me uneasy, so I called.”

You sat up straighter, concern creeping in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for checking in, though.” You hesitated for a moment before flipping through your journal, skimming past old cases. “Give me a second, Bobby.”

“Sure thing,” he replied calmly.

You quickly found the name you were looking for—Red Springs. A case that had slipped under the radar, but something about it felt off. You reached for your contacts, dialing the number for Jacob Wayne, an old hunter who could help.

As you spoke, you heard the faint sound of movement behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting Sam, now sitting up in bed, staring at you. You finished the call with Bobby, your tone rushed as you closed it out. “Yeah, I’ll call you later. Take care, bye.”

You set the phone down and looked at Sam. “When did you wake up?”

“A few minutes ago…” he answered, his voice hoarse from sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep, I’m guessing?” you asked, the statement more than a question.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “So… this is what you do? Give anonymous leads to other hunters? Or what?” He was sitting up now, the sheets tangled around his legs as he watched you.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, turning your focus back to the case in front of you. “Less collateral damage this way, actually…”

Sam tilted his head, clearly not understanding. “You never told me about any of this…”

You sighed, leaning back slightly, feeling the weight of years of silence. “Well, talking about family business wasn’t exactly the best topic with you, Sam. Not when I could see your face fall every time it came up.”

He winced, but nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But now it’s not just family business, right? It’s your life. I’m not stopping you.” His expression was guarded but searching, as if trying to find the words he hadn’t spoken in years.

You paused, feeling the sudden shift in the air between you. “Yeah, I can tell you. I’d love to actually.” A bright, teasing smile tugged at your lips, and for a moment, you could see the surprise in Sam’s eyes. It had been a long time since he’d seen you smile like that—genuinely, without the weight of the world behind it.

Sam’s heart skipped. He hadn’t expected the smile, but it hit him in a way he wasn’t ready for. The feelings he had pushed down for years flooded back, memories of you from before Jessica, from when he was a kid, when he thought it was just a crush. But no, it had always been more than that. Even after everything, he couldn’t seem to shake it. He had always believed that you saw him as nothing more than a younger brother, but now... it felt like that was changing.

Before Sam could think too much about it, you broke the silence, standing up from the bed. “Well, come for a walk with me then. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Sam snapped out of his trance, his eyes still lingering on you. “Uh, yeah, sure…”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful glint in your eye. “Hurry up, Sammy.”

Sam blinked at the nickname, but it sent a jolt through him. You had been calling him that for years, and despite everything, he had always found comfort in it. No one else called him that—not even Dean. It felt familiar, and for the first time in a long while, it made him feel like he wasn’t alone in the world.

~

You stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you waited for Sam. The moment he joined you, you started walking in silence, the moonlight casting long shadows across the path.

Finally, Sam spoke, his voice softer than usual. “You never told me much… about what you were doing all these years… After high school… You kept me in the dark… Never let the topic linger around you, but always interested in mine though… why?”

You paused, your steps slowing just slightly. The question hit deeper than you expected, but you shrugged it off, brushing it aside with practiced ease. “I don’t know… It wasn’t as easy then. But I guess I’ve grown accustomed to it now… I could now, you know,” you said, raising an eyebrow and smirking, the look you gave him one that only you could pull off. It was a smile that seemed to play with the edges of his thoughts, the kind that made his chest tighten, like butterflies trying to take flight.

Sensing the shift, Sam’s curiosity piqued. “Sooo… tell me. I’m all ears.” His voice was light, but there was a hint of something deeper—something vulnerable—as he glanced back at you, waiting for whatever came next.

You let out a soft chuckle, your smirk not fading as you looked over at him. “Well, after high school… I might’ve gotten a scholarship to Princeton… And I might’ve squeezed my way into degrees in anthropology and mythology—both bachelors and masters.”

You waited for his reaction, not sure what he’d think of the admission. Sam blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, you—what? You did all that?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small shrug, your voice casual but there was pride hidden behind it. “And before you ask, yes, I did it in five years. It wasn’t easy, but I made it work… while hunting. You know how it goes.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Wait, you’re telling me you were studying those degrees and hunting every month?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, keeping your gaze ahead as you walked, the rhythm of your steps matching the weight of your words. “Some months, it was more hunting than studying, but yeah… a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of road trips between classes, and a lot of pretending to be a normal college student.”

You shot him a playful smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly. “Even pulled a boy, not so proud of it.”

Sam blinked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “What was that about?”

“Well, you’ll know when you meet him,” you said with a shrug, though there was an edge to your voice that made it clear you weren’t quite over the whole thing. “Apparently, our paths collide inevitably.”

The conversation shifted as you recalled the first hunt with Bobby, the first time you stepped into the world of monsters, a world that was nothing like the books you’d read.

“The first hunt…” you paused, a quiet smile tugging at your lips as memories flooded back. “That was with Bobby. It was a vampire nest—your classic case. But I was 16. The real deal. Bobby took me to a warehouse, and we ended up fighting off a group of vamps. They didn’t know what hit ‘em. And I… well, I took them out. Alone.”

Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth dropped open slightly. “You were 16, and Bobby took you on a hunt? No wonder you turned out so…” He trailed off, clearly searching for the right word.

“Dangerous?” you offered with a knowing smile, half teasing, half serious.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head as if trying to wrap his mind around the fact. “I can’t even imagine.”

“Well, unlike you,” you said with a slight smirk, “I remember I trained every day since I was 13. Don’t know what got into me, but I pushed myself for everything—anything that could help me fight the monsters I studied with Bobby during late nights. And I remember feeling so damn proud after my first real hunt, after three years of intense training. Dad—he was so proud of me… It’s one of those memories that stuck with me.”

Sam’s heart tightened as he listened, an overwhelming sense of admiration creeping in. There was something about the way you spoke, so passionate and proud of everything you had accomplished, that made his chest flutter. He didn’t know why, but it was like hearing a side of you he had never truly understood before, and it stirred something deep inside him.

A brief silence passed between you two, the ease of your earlier banter fading into something heavier, more intimate. Sam studied you, the weight of your words sinking in. He could tell there was more you weren’t sharing, something unspoken, lingering just beneath the surface.

Finally, Sam’s voice broke the quiet, softer than before. “What about your nightmares?” His words hung in the air, fragile and almost hesitant, as if testing the waters of a topic neither of you had really touched on before.

You felt the shift. You had been expecting the question—your thoughts had already been circling it. But that didn’t make it any easier to answer. You sighed, briefly looking away as the tension in your chest returned. You could feel the darkness of those memories creeping in, but you forced yourself to push through.

You felt the shift. The lightness of the conversation suddenly took a turn, and a weight settled in your chest. You had avoided this topic for so long, but Sam had asked, and for whatever reason, you felt compelled to answer him honestly.

“They’ve been with me for years, Sam. Since I was a kid.” You kept your voice steady, but it didn’t quite mask the underlying darkness. “I didn’t always understand them, but now… they’re just part of the deal. Nightmares of things I’ve done, things I’ve seen, things I’ve killed.” You gave him a glance, but didn’t let him see too much. “The ones that don’t ever let you sleep. They wake me up, and I end up going right back out there. No breaks. No time to process it all. You just keep going.”

Sam’s expression softened, and he didn’t ask for more. It was clear you weren’t ready to tell him the full depth of it, but he respected the silence. Still, you could see the way his gaze lingered on you, the weight of his emotions creeping through. His feelings for you—feelings that had been buried for years—were bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, not when you were standing there, revealing parts of yourself he had never expected.

You glanced at him, catching the look on his face, and it made you uncomfortable, though you wouldn’t admit it. You had always kept your distance, always shut down any emotion that might pull you in, but now, standing side by side with him, you couldn’t pretend it didn’t affect you.

“So,” you said, trying to shift the topic away from the dark cloud you had just shared. “What about you, Sammy? Got any more secrets I don’t know about?” You nudged his arm with your elbow, trying to break the tension that had settled between you.

Sam didn’t answer right away, his mind clearly still processing everything you’d just shared. After a few moments, he looked over at you, his expression uncertain but his voice steady as he spoke. “I don’t know. I thought I had everything figured out, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of it all. “I guess sometimes, you never really know, do you?”

You met his gaze, offering a soft, reassuring smile. Your tone was gentle, but there was a weight to your words, something unspoken but understood between the two of you. “No, Sammy. You don’t. But I know you, inside and out. You’ll figure it out. You always do. And I’m always here for you. You know that, right?”

You let the question linger in the air, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt, but his answer came easily, without hesitation.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something more in his eyes now—something deeper. It was an unspoken promise, a quiet understanding that no matter where the road led, you’d be there for each other, even when the world seemed uncertain.

“Yeah… yeah, I know,” Sam replied, his voice steady, though there was something deeper in his eyes now—something unspoken. It was a quiet promise, a silent understanding that no matter where the road ahead led, you’d be there for each other, even when everything else felt uncertain.

The air between you two grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a silence that felt like it was meant to be, like the stillness allowed you both to process, to share a moment without words. You walked side by side, the distance between you shrinking in ways that words could never accomplish.

In the quiet, your minds seemed to speak to each other in ways the outside world couldn’t hear. You didn’t need to fill the space with chatter. The understanding was enough. It was as though, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t alone with your thoughts—and neither was Sam.

The silence stretched on, and for a moment, it seemed like the world around you had paused, just for the two of you. The night air was cool, the distant hum of crickets a soft soundtrack to the stillness. But then, you broke the silence, your voice cutting through the calm.

“Let’s head back to the motel,” you said, your tone quiet but firm.

Sam gave a slight nod, not pushing you to say more, but clearly still processing everything you’d shared. You both walked in step for a while, the rhythm of your footsteps matching the weight of the conversation you had just left behind. But there was still more you needed to say, more pieces of yourself you weren’t sure you could leave unsaid.

“Sam…” you started again, your voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “The things I can do, the things I know, they aren’t… human. Not anymore, anyway.”

Sam glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly, but he said nothing, just listened. You continued, each word leaving your lips like it was a confession you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’ve built walls, Sam. Walls around my heart, around my mind, around everything. I can take almost any physical pain and it barely phases me. It’s like… nothing really hurts anymore, you know? Not since the nightmares started. The stinging still lingers, but it doesn’t cut deep. It never really breaks through.”

You paused, feeling the weight of your own words. You tried to brush it off, but Sam could see the underlying sadness there, the pieces you hadn’t yet let go of.

“Some things still keep me sane though,” you continued, your voice growing quieter, more reflective. “You, Dean, Bobby... my friends... they’re the things that remind me there’s still something worth fighting for. You guys keep me tethered to something that feels real.”

Sam looked at you, his expression softening as he watched you, but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“The pain I feel isn’t like it used to be,” you continued, almost to yourself. “I can’t really feel anything the way I used to. Like a wall went up, you know? Physical and emotional pain? It just bounces off now. The nightmares, what they did to me, it changed everything. Made me… resistant.”

The words felt heavy as they settled between you, but you weren’t sure why you were even saying them. Maybe you needed to hear them out loud, to acknowledge it, to finally let someone else in.

“But there’s one thing I can’t take, Sam,” you said, your voice almost breaking. “If any of you—if any of you die, that’s the only thing I can’t stand. The only thing that would break me. And I won’t let it happen. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

You stopped walking for a moment, turning to look at him with a gravity in your eyes that you knew he’d understand.

“I’ve killed over a hundred Hellhounds, Sam. Nothing’s going to stop me from protecting you, from protecting Dean, from protecting anyone I care about. I’m not human anymore. I’m something else. Something that can’t be stopped. Something that has to protect. But there’s a price to it.”

Sam’s expression shifted, concern deepening as he processed your words. But you weren’t finished yet, and you needed him to understand.

“You don’t know what it’s like, to feel this power coursing through you and knowing that if your leash ever breaks—if anyone you love dies—that you won’t be the same anymore. You won’t be able to stop the monster inside.”

The words were out before you could stop them, and the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. You could feel your breath catch in your throat, and before you knew it, the first tear slipped down your cheek.

You quickly wiped it away, but Sam saw it. He saw the crack in your armor, the vulnerability you couldn’t hide anymore. He stopped walking, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as if grounding you back to him.

“Hey…” Sam’s voice was soft, more comforting than anything else. “It’s okay. You’re not alone, Jen.”

You shook your head, trying to hold yourself together. “But I am, Sam. I’m alone with this. And if I ever lose control—if I become that monster—it’ll be the end of everything. I don’t know what will happen then. I’m scared of who I might turn into.”

Sam’s heart ached as he watched you, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently cupping it as his thumb wiped away another tear.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I didn’t know... I didn’t realize how much this was eating at you. But I promise, you’re not alone in this, Jen. You’re not a monster. And you won’t have to face it by yourself.”

You closed your eyes, taking a slow breath, trying to push the emotions back down. “I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t know if I can trust that anymore.”

“Then trust me,” Sam said, his voice steady, but there was a rawness to it now. “I won’t let you face this alone. We’ll fight this together.”

You looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something shift inside. Maybe it wasn’t enough to heal you completely, but it was something—something that made the weight a little easier to carry. You nodded, taking a deep breath. And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

“I know, Sammy,” you said softly. “You’re not exactly a fan of hunting. You never were. You wanted something different—normal. Safe. And I get it. I do. But once you’re in this life, there’s barely a way out. Not really. Even if you try to run, it finds you again.” You paused, your voice steady but filled with something deeper. “I was given a choice once—leave it all behind or stay. And I stayed. Not because it was a family business, not because I had nowhere else to go, but because I knew the world needed us.”

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that still longed for something different, something better.

“The loss of one hunter doesn’t just affect our lives, Sam. It costs innocent people theirs. If we turn away, if people like us refuse to fight, then there won’t be anyone left to save. And I can’t live with that. I won’t.” You took a breath, steadying yourself before continuing. “This isn’t just something I do—it’s who I am. Even if destiny had never called me to it, even if I had another path, I wouldn’t wish for a different life. Because this is the only way I know for sure that I can protect the people I love. That I can protect you.”

The words hung between you, heavy yet unshakable. Sam swallowed, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. Understanding. Guilt. Maybe even relief.

After a long moment, he nodded, his voice quieter now. “I think… I needed to hear that.”

You offered a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, I think you did too.”

The weight of the conversation settled between you both, not in a suffocating way, but in a way that felt grounding, real.

"Come on," you said, exhaling as you turned toward the road. "Let’s head back to the motel. The sun's rising. We’ll figure this out. Together."

For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t feel so alone. Then again, with you, he never really did.

You made him feel safe. Like he belonged. Like someone truly saw him—not just as a hunter, not just as John Winchester’s son, but as Sam. And as he watched you, standing under the dim glow of the streetlight, he found himself taking in every detail. The way the light cast soft shadows across your face, highlighting the sharp edge of your jaw and the warmth in your eyes. The way your hair caught the breeze, strands dancing around your face before you tucked them behind your ear.

Sometimes, you were just like Dean—unyielding, with an unshakable confidence that you’d make it through anything, even if the entire universe stood against you. But at the same time, there were things that set you apart. Dean was all sharp edges, reckless and loud, hiding his pain behind sarcasm and bravado. You, on the other hand, were quiet in your strength. Steady. Unstoppable. You didn’t just survive—you endured.

And yet, there was something else about you, something softer. Something bitter and sweet all at once. A part of you that carried the weight of the world but never let it show unless you wanted to. A part of you that made Sam feel like you were something otherworldly—something perfect.

An angel in human skin.

And God help him, because he was starting to see you in a way that scared him. A way that made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, the life he thought he wanted—the normal, apple-pie life—wasn’t what he needed after all.

[luckyyyduckyyy]

THANKSGIVING MOOTIE APPRECIATION ❤️✨❤️

Happy thanksgiving y'all! And a good time zone to all my non-US/non-Turkey day havers lovelies!

Tis the season of thanks and I'm a very thankful goober this year! I only started getting active on Tumblr about half a year ago and there's already so many people and things I'm grateful for from this site alone! I've enjoyed so much art and events, participated in yap seshes, tag games, and ultimately felt pretty welcomed and at home on this site, and it's thanks to all you! <3<3<3

Special thanks to the DCA fandom in its entirety as well! All the discussions, artists, writers, and shared reposts with all the silly notes are awesome! Y'all inspire me all the time and make me wish I was more outgoing than I am just so I can say hello to each and every one of you!!!!

The list gets long, so for the sake of those scrolling by, I have put it below! Have a lovely day everyone! <3333

@midnight-mourning Your writing is just wonderful. It's everything!!! I adore it so much and your CS boyos have wormed their way into my heart and refuses to leave. Some of my favorite songs even remind me of them! (Don't tell Moon this but I am very attached to CS Sun-)(Honestly gotta be my favorite Sun I've read fr fr) Also! Thank you for just being so supportive, thinking about me in tag games, and giving ALL the tag notes! They're a wonder to read and have me bounce off the walls! I'm always so happy we're mooties! ❤️❤️❤️ (Also, fun fact, you're my first mutual too! It's insane to me HOW DID THIS HAPPEN GUAHPHIAHDKA)

@pointyfruit You! Your art? Muah, wonderful. I don't even care if it's not dca related because it's so good. The shape language, art style, and just unique takes on just anything and everything blows my mind! Let's not forget COLORS. Oml they are so PRETTY. It's like an explosion I never want to end. 💥💥💥 Also! So goofy, so silly, and COTL enjoyer! Let's GOOOOO!!! I don't engage with the fandom much but I DO love the game and honestly I almost beat it, but still have not because I don't wanna do the final boss fight. It can't be over bros... Anyways when I see your posts I always wanna just wave like a neighbor seeing ya blow up 10 boxes of fireworks on a casual Tuesday afternoon. 👋👋👋:D

@divinit3a SPINS YOU!!! 🐶🐕🐶 Heya silly meister! In the midst of reading your work, gotta say? Muwah, Perfecto! The sillies are putting me on a rollercoaster and I'm stuck on the ride! While my ability to yap is a coin flip every hour, you happen to bring the yappening out of me with all the fun notes and posts you do--We've already had so many fun convos! Speaking of posts, the art is peak and will STAY peak! The designs? Muwah. The colors? Muwah. You make even the creepiest of goobers hauntingly beautiful! We've may not have known each other for long, but you're someone I look forward to seeing on my dash/notifications every time I open the app! ❤️❤️❤️

@sinister-sincerely Hi!!!! I'm still sometimes in awe realizing we're mutuals! I really love your work and if I'm in the mood to read something but I don't know what, I tend to turn to Aftersome often, even though I've read both the og and the rewrite! It's like you're the master of writing angst, bitter unrequited feelings, and the strange tenseness but want of confusing relationships. It's gut wrenching and I wish I could write something so evoking! All your stories are amazing and I seriously hope you know that, they're such heavy hitters that they have marked a place in my memory. ❤️ Your art too is wonderful! They don't pop up often but when they do it's a real treat! I love that you use grey scale in a lot of your works and the style is just so pleasing to look at. Whenever I see the DCA in your style I wanna give them the biggest hugs, even if they'd pry me off seconds later! ✨✨✨

@r0b0s-robos / @r0b0-wannabe Waving at you excitedly!!! It's always a pleasure to see your reposts, you always find the good stuff! Plus, you always are trying to help out others and it's amazing to see, your efforts are able to make great impacts. :333 You're also another writer I appreciate immensely, and I'm so invested in your botanist au. The sillies and their botanist who is desperately trying not to fall in love with them!!! ADORE THEM!!! I can't wait to read more! ❤️❤️❤️ The times you post about writing ideas or silly things about the DCA has me nodding my head with a smile. Also, the little notes you leave in tags, despite usually being brief, always makes me so happy! It's like seeing the kind stoic look at you from their seat, let out a small smile, and say "I love this"- and then suddenly it's a blast of blinding white light of endearment straight to my heart. K.O.!

@chickenchirps27 Welcome back!!! I've noticed you've been much more active recently and it's always fun to see what you got goin on! Obligatory art mention, but it would be criminal to NOT mention it. ITS!!! AMAZING!!! THEY LOOK LIKE ROCK CANDY!!! Colors!!! I love it so much, the goobers look delicio- I mean they look adorable and masterfully crafted in each piece of art! And your sona, ugh, she's so gorgeous and alien in the best ways possible. I've never seen anything like her and I am in awe of how you came up with all her little details. Those mantis arms are SICK and I want them!!! (Though drawing may be a little hard if I had em-)✨✨✨

@amarynthian-fortress / @amarynthian-chronicles Hehehe! Boops you! >:D Honestly, thank you for always being the biggest sweetheart around and being so welcoming. You're one of the people that made me feel able to crack my shell more and be more active on here! Your writing is whimsical, your reposts and comments are always so kind and feel-goody, and you just always show you care and the randomest times! Catch me off guard why don't you! I love all the snippets and treats you post, and I'm saving many of your stories to read for rainy days! ❤️❤️❤️

@ping-ski My reaction to us becoming mutuals was- 💥💥💥:OOOOO💥OO💥💥 I think I've followed you right when I started getting active on here and gah, your art is wonderful. So lovely, stylized, and colored so simply yet so appealingly that I can't stop looking. Your aus make me want to read them and their designs are always top tier! Also, I cannot forget to mention you are SILLAY!!! So silly! Your comments on reposts are goofy and I love to read them whenever they come up on my dash! Not to mention your own posts- I will never forget the 3-in-1 solid block of dca encased in ice. I was in awe of seeing them encased and I suddenly wanted my own dca ice cubes to put into a drink and try not to choke on. ✨✨✨

@quilteddreamz Your writing. Oh my GOSH your writing! It's wonderful, beautiful, gah, I can't wait for your advent calender! I wish I could do something for it but I got 3 more weeks of large projects tapped to my back. I am sending much luck your way and know that I am excited to enjoy some daily dca! Don't break yourself over it too! I may adore the goobers but you're most adored first! Take care and keep being such a whimsical person! Muwah! ✨✨✨

@flowysgonemad You are also! Silly!!! You are so fun to see popping around my dash and your doodles just make me go :333 every time! I love your aus and you're a very kind/goofy person! I don't even remember how we became mutuals but garsh diggity dang it, it's awesome to see ya and anything you yap about!

There are MANY more mooties I want to appreciate and show off, but I fear I am currently omw to go to a large thanksgiving dinner and I'm expecting to be there for the rest of the day. SO! If you weren't listed, please know that I AM thinking of you! Have a wonderful time zone, and just know that my heart is so full knowing that you're all there! I can't believe there is that many of you to begin with that I can't fit you all within the time frame! (Would you believe me if I said coming up with all the right words to say here took me 2 1/2 hours?)

So! To all my beloved writers, artists, and sillies alike! From the bottom of my heart, really, thank you! For being here, even reading this, and appreciating the things I do as much as I appreciate you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨✨

[jadeshifting]

Can i hear a little about your Smallville DR?

I started watching the show this month and now i want one too

YESSS OFC i have an intro post for it coming up whenever i get to writing it but until then here’s a yap sesh of some of the basics :

— JADE’S SMALLVILLE DR ( yap yap )

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moving from Louisiana to Smallville, Kansas is one of the biggest vibe changes you can get from small town to small town—swapping out the mosquitos, glowing ember fireflies and weathered cobblestone for miles and miles of cornfields and more evergreen tractors on the roads than cars

moving in with my Aunt Vi and Uncle Donnie into their little cornflower blue farmhouse with a wrap around porch and planning on spending weekends helping out at their family business, DEARBORNE ORCHARDS, which boasts a few acres of bustling apple orchards around the back of their property

of course, apple season is starting just as SMALLVILLE HIGH is reconvening. after all, that was one of the conditions for the move—attend school there for my senior year while i’m working at the orchard

i split my time evenly between the Smallville Crows cheerleading team and The Torch, the school newspaper that CHLOE SULLIVAN offers me a spot on shortly after i arrive. of course, by “split my time evenly” i mean pitching my pom-poms into my locker with a glittery clang and dead sprinting halfway across campus to make it to the newspaper room in time for Chloe’s pep talk—i cut it close, sometimes earning a squinty glance from her, but i always make it

Chloe and i get along almost too well, with her practically cornering me during my first week at school to “get some answers.” (i’ve got nothing to hide, but something tells me she was just itching to put my arrival on her Wall of Weird.) she’s plenty welcoming once she realizes i’m not one of the “strange town occurrences.” (thanks, i guess?)

once she invites me to join the Torch i start my own column called APPLE'S CORE—you know, the typical ramblings and stuff. ‘new in Smallville’, ‘weird stuff going on in town’, ‘what color should we paint the walls of The Talon?’ still, Chloe says it’s “fresh and new”, and the two of us spend countless late nights in the newspaper room working on the next issue, fingers flying across the loud keyboards and chewed-lips illuminated by the dim glow of the boxy desktop monitors

with Chloe, of course, comes CLARK KENT. he picks up bales of hay at his family’s farm across the street (with one arm), i stare at him from the gravel driveway of my own house. he gets slammed into at football practice and doesn’t move, just grins. i stare. he doesn’t notice—he never notices. he’s clueless and always visibly preoccupied with something else. it’s like his mind is always elsewhere—there with you, talking to you, but never quite. i chew at the end of my pencil as i’m scribbling out the first draft of my next column, trying to focus on homecoming instead of where Clark’s mind could be going when he gets that faraway look in his eyes

i'm too close to everything for them to keep me away, though—Chloe's Wall of Weird, all of her suspicions, Clark Kent and the fact that his shirt isn't just popping at the buttons with muscles, but secrets, too. LEX LUTHOR and the depths of the Luthor Mansion, which is a gleaming sanitary cave compared to the rugged warmth of the rest of Smallville. i know something is up nearly the moment i pull up into town—is it because it's obvious, or because i hear things? too many things, as a matter of fact

the METEOR tugs at the strings of my head, making everything entirely too loud. i get headaches in class and bury my head in my arms, avoiding the conspiratorial squints of Chloe and the concerned eyes of Clark. i know they’re trying to figure out what’s going on in Smallville, and the last thing i need is for them to figure out i have some banshee-freak SONIC ABILITIES—i have cheerleading practice and approximately zero time to deal with that

to be continued in the intro post :^)

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[hvnlygrl]

welcome to the party — follower celly!

thank you all so so much for all the love on my recent works!! due to all of your support, i’ve decided to do this celebration!

when — jan. 3rd to feb. 3rd

EDIT: accepting writing requests until jan. 15th & moodboard requests until feb. 3rd!

what — blurbs, headcanons, moodboards & more!

who — all characters are listed on my masterlist! (featured on the line below this <3)

resources — masterlist | prompts | rules | blog guide

note — please specify in your ask that it is for this celebration so i can get it out in a timely manner!! any request may be paired with another one! (for example you could ask for a moodboard and blurb/headcanon on the same topic within the same ask)

p.s — if you have requested a fic prior to this celebration, don’t worry! i’m working on them, but they will be full-length (1k+) fics and therefore will take more time and effort but they are coming!!

below you can find a more in depth list of the asks you can send this month!

moodboards.

moodboards will consist of 9 photos pertaining to a specific topic and show/character of your choice!

the more specific you are the easier it is for me to create the moodboard, so please enter as many details as you can!

blurbs.

blurbs will consist of a short fic-like post under 1k words. this word count limit is to prevent me from feeling burnt out or overwhelmed with asks and will help me put out more content in a timely manner.

you can request a blurb based on a specific topic + character surrounding a particular song, scenario, alternate universe (AU), or prompt. (please don’t forget to specify!)

headcanons.

headcanons will consist of a bulleted list of thoughts and ideas i have on a specific concept pertaining to a character/topic/show.

you can request a headcanon on a specific topic + character surrounding a particular song, scenario, or alternate universe (AU). (please don’t forget to specify!)

yap sesh.

use this as your opportunity to ask me anything (within reason!) or just chat with me about anything. i’m looking for new moots that i can talk with about stuff so don’t be shy!

anons are more than welcome! please don’t abuse this privilege, however.

i’m so excited to see what requests you guys send in :) thank you all again for supporting me from the beginning and being so kind! i love u all 💌💌

tagging some moots to help get started! — @rubiehart @lanasb0ngwater @sarahsangelicdoll @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme

[thelivingdeaddd]

What's your biggest piece of advice for baby emos??

get ready for a huge text block

1. music is THE MOST important part of the subculture. there's a lot of debate about what is or is not emo, specifically bands like mcr, ptv, fall out boy, ect are considered "poser" emo and "overrated" but I don't agree. emo or not those bands are extremely influential to the subculture. that being said other bands are also just as in need of recognition! my favorite emo bands are: alesana, silverstein, story of the year, black veil brides, a day to remember, a skylit drive, blessthefall, of mice and men, taking back sunday, and senses fail!!

2. clothes aren't what makes you emo, but it's definitely a huge part of the subculture. back in the 2000s emo kids were said to be "obsessed with how they look." band shirts are a staple, studded belts too (though they can get expensive if you shop at hot topic so I recommend hitting a thrift store or a second hand place like Facebook marketplace, making your own is also always an option!!) skinny jeans, beaten up converse or vans (bonus points if they have song lyrics on them) gloves, zip up jackets, messy eyeliner, other band merch, and spikey bracelets are all staple pieces.

3. DIY!!! emo was dead the second people thought a $25 tshirt from shein made you emo. emo is rooted in shitty sharpie tshirts and stitch work. YouTube is a wonderful place to find diy tutorials if you're just starting out

4. moral standpoints. emo is short for emotional, we're whiney little shits lolol. being open about the fact that you're sad or mentally ill and embracing it is what emo is about, we're a subculture made for losers who feel like they don't belong because we're not mentally sound. we made our own place to belong. lots of emo lyrics are about trauma and how we overcome it and giving hope to teenagers everywhere. because we're a subculture full of misfits, we welcome all types. gays, trans people, poc, poor people, ect. there's absolutely zero room for bigotry.

5. yt channels! a really great way to get involved almost immediately. some of these are modern and some from 16-17 years ago, go check out these channels! baileyheintzelman, TheLosersFromNowhere, AmberKatelynBeale, emoworldtv, The Punk Rock MBA, acidmilk, and KERRANG podcast (they have a lot of good band interviews)

6. what is NOT emo. emo has been watered down so incredibly that anyone can claim to be emo if they put on a little eyeliner and some fishnets. bands like rebzyxxx, 6arelyhuman, odetari, and other "scenecore" artists aren't emo or scene. egirls/boys aren't emo. goths and punks aren't emo. and for the love of god tiktok is not the place to learn everything about us

Jesus what a yap sesh.. (￢_￢)

I hope this helped in some capacity!! and welcome to the subculture<33

[schlattslonghairytoes]

🦕viviennes blog. she/her. enfp. retired chuckler. certified basement yarder. wannabe director.

hiiii everyone!! my name is vivienne and i really want to get better at writing 😊 so welcome to my yap sesh🐟🐟

MASTERLISTS👩‍🍳✍️

-SCHLATT・❥・ -TED*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[xxastreascornerxx]

I just want to say this now, all of my dislike towards Earth is towards the character not Kat.

The fact that people are taking to hating on the voice actors actually disgusts me and I just need it to be out there that as a voice actor (in training) myself and person in the fandom I don't condone that shit. The fact that people think that's okay proves their immaturity and shows how little they respect the people making such amazing work for them to see.

If I was in the presence of someone who I praised so highly I would never think to tell them that they're a horrible person, that they should quit what they love, etc. It's horrible that people think that's a proper form of criticism, at the end of the day I look at the TSAMS fandom and see all of the mutuals I've made, all of the voice actors that work so hard, all of the thumbnail artists that get commissioned to make these astonishing works that encompass the essence of the shows and I feel so happy to be in this spot and in this fandom. However when I get reminded of all of the immature people, kids or not I'm so disappointed that we've stooped so low as a society that online we think we can hate on people and it won't hurt their feelings. Communities are notorious for bullying people off the internet and to the brink of death, we need to stop if we want to better ourselves.

To all the VA's thank you so much for all of the work you do, I love watching the way you write these stories and picking it apart. I love watching you all have fun doing whatever it is, I love when you all include us in your fun and I thank you for making this fandom feel so welcoming. I'm so sorry that the group of people who can't see how much love gets put into this community are bringing you down.

I found the security breach shows when I was in a really bad place mentally, around two years back and it helped keep a smile on my face as I went through medical issues and found the people who'll stick around in my life. The shows have been a comfort to me and I find it incredible that although you came into it with no expectations of success you're out here proving that sometimes all you need to do is have fun. Thank you for making such a fun community and I wish you the best.

Okay serious things over I love y'all so much, thank you for coming to my Yap sesh, bye bro bros:3

[commander-clownfish-akatartar]

"He Isnt exactly just Brawn anymore" He scoffed crossing his arms with annoyance

"besides.... I needed something smart! I can Easily grab another Octoling if I needed another strong soldier" He spoke brushing over the obvious topic regarding his 3.

Cuttlefish the old geezer wasnt exactly the best at choosing fit agents from his knowledge Always choosing the scrawniest and weakest. An odd choice. He thought

"Besides 3 is just temporary until I can find a proper replacement The Ink may have helped but I've still got to figure out how to make them follow directions without having to be told so as he's merely a test subject.

I have no interest in her after they've served their part." He continued stating bluntly. Choosing to ignore Denewiahs Disgust and focusing on fixing its coat in an effort to calm himself from exploding into a blind rage at the accusation he's unable to do his job

"As for the topic on humanitys Ressurection with whatever's left of the metro and the Memverse. And Greatly thanks to Acht or as DJ Dedf1sh as Mx. Mizuta prefers " He responded professionally as he spoke sounding less Immature than he truly was

"And Agent 3's humble commitment or Anya Cardnial his given and preferred Name. Has helped find the perfect way to sanitize other Inkfish competently enough to do what they are asked of.

a common issue among all of them is they struggle to understand what they are asked of or preform the task properly either due to the ink concentration messing with their formation"

He continues going on about their research "And As for the Memverse that Ida and hoyzuki may have messed with the sanitized but this is the perfect opportunity to figure out how to perfect their behaviors while keeping them docile and willing to listen to orders"

"And as for better candidates we cannot ruin them before we perfect our method for that you need disposables" He shrugged "As is the process Failure after failure until you find the right combination of substances then you can use the right amount"

Aaah You must be? Your quite tall actually

*He looked at his varient who towered above him holding out a leathery hand

The Names Commander Clownfish aah well thats my Alias but my Name is Tartar! Pleasure to meet you! *The Sanitized octoling spoke with a raspy voice quite stiff

Commander Clownfish- quite the fitting alias considering the following circumstances- ended up standing there looking like a complete and utter fool, as Denewiah refused to take the handshake and instead crossed his arms. The behemoth was looking at them as if they’d just proudly declared that Inklings were the superior species on Earth. Which is, to say, he was looking at them with great amusement and bewilderment.

“… Ha. Ha ha.” began the mirthful rumble in its ribcage. It rapidly progressed into a full-blown bellowing gale of laughter, one produced largely with its human vocals, and it doubled over with its hands clutching at where its stomach should be.

“AHAHAHAHAHAAAH! GEHEHGK- UHAHAH!!” What the hell’s so funny? Don’t bother trying to ask him. There’s bits of ink rippling and flying from its bells, resembling tears of laughter.

Finally, he settles down, enough to straighten himself out and slip comfortably back into his mechanical vocals. “Hahhh…

You claim… to be a commander, whose name is Tartar… and yet you are an Octoling…”

It sounded more and more bizarre to him the further he laid out the details, and he pressed his claws to his temple as he shook his head with another chuckle. “Absolute nonsense. Did sanitization scramble your brain, my friend?” it asked with a touch of mockery.

Ah. So Denewiah isn’t taking him seriously. At all.

What a shame.

[ghostsandfools]

Teagan! She just looks very gorgeous and i've never seen you write anything about her-

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY I LOVE TEAGAN

Okay. Teagan is like, the ‘mom’ of the whole group. To EVERYONE. And I think it’s honestly really nice :D

Probably my favorite interaction of hers is her conversation with Astro, right here:

This is telling about both of their characters, it’s so jam packed with implications.

Astro is very quiet and secretive. He is LITERALLY wrapped up in a blanket. When Rodger asks if he’d be open to answering so questions, he gets uncharacteristically sassy and just says “No??” So. He does NOT like opening up to people.

Astro and Dandy’s relationship seems a little rocky. They get along perfectly, but Dandy is clearly hiding something. Astro even says he’s worried about Dandy. It’s clear that there’s something going on with them.

Anyways, back to Teagan (it is impossible for me to not yap about Astro at least a bit, sorry.) The fact that Astro, THE secret keeper ever, was willing to talk to Teagan about his struggles with Dandy is very telling about her character. People open up to her naturally. She’s calm, comforting, welcoming. It’s very fitting for a nice warm cup of tea like herself.

I also find this interesting when comparing her to Rodger. Rodger is known to interview people, he’s always asking questions, and the others seem kind of uncomfortable with it (at least a couple of them.) He gets along with most toons fine, but Astro seems to be annoyed at him and Sprout ACTUALLY threatens him??? Like oh my gosh????

But Teagan doesn’t seem to have that issue. She just has that chill vibe that makes people feel relaxed around her, even if they don’t completely trust her.

I also think it’s nice that she’s very posh and fancy without being stuck up or out of touch. She’s just living her best life and I’m so happy for her, what a fancy lady :D

I wanna yap more so I’m gonna make MORE COMPARISONS >:] So, this one’s a bit… Out there. I don’t think this one was intended. But I feel like Teagan is the type of person that Cosmo wants to become.

Cosmo has some really self sacrificial behaviors. He’s described as being ‘generous’ but he actually gives SO much to other people that he ends up hurting himself. It’s kind of sad.

Anyways, I feel like Teagan is the type of person Cosmo wants to become. He wants to be someone people can rely on, he wants to be there for his friends. But it doesn’t work out for him the same way it does for her. Because Teagan actually takes care of HERSELF. She listens to the other’s issues, but she prioritizes herself in a way Cosmo hasn’t learned to yet.

Both of them are healers, but Cosmo’s ability allows him to give one of his own hearts to somebody else and Teagan’s ability allows her to spend tapes on herself to heal one of her own hearts. Cosmo is a very kind hearted and generous person, but his approach to helping people is very unhealthy. Maybe he needs to learn from the Teacup Mother.

Anywayd…. Yap sesh overrrr, if you have more questions I will answer them, thank you for letting me yap I feel very satisfied now :DDDD

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i have a plate of cookies here

freshly baked

all yours if you tell me all you possibly can about your au

INFODUMP!!! NOW!!!!!!

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Okay since you twisted my arm (Im banging my head into a counter so hard im so excited rn)

Welcome to the Yap Sesh

Creepypasta: The Underground!!! (Ft. your fluffy host! Hound!!)

Hi Hello! So glad to have you all here to hear about my little hijinks and goofs!

I have so…much…to say!

Lets start with a simple Intro into what The Underground is!

The Underground is a supernatural research facility (much like the SCP foundation if you mixed it with the moral grayness of the facility in the movie Cabin In the Woods). It was founded by a man named Dr. P.J Hopkins. A man of many many awards and egotistic Ted Talks talking about how the world as we know it in our pin prick of the multiverse is what he likes to call “a weak point”. A plane of existence where all possibilities and other dimensional spew can, in lack of a better term, poof into. These weak spots can alter how things are supposed to happen and even give way to the impossible. Like demons, Ai growing sentient, and brain infections giving people superhuman abilities. Dr. Hopkins sought a way to contain these “anomalies” to better study them and keep them away from the world. So he founded The Underground. A five leveled research facility the size of a rather large town hidden beneath the Earth.

The Five levels are significant in the sense that the deeper you go, the more dangerous the anomalies are.

Level 1: Minor Threats. (Ex: The Smiling Dog, a dog that was lost in one of Dr. Hopkins experiments only to return as a beast that cannot blink and speaks with a wicked smile. Found in the snow of Russia and used as a torture device between large powers. The dog can drive you insane if you stare at it for too long.)

Level 2: Moderate to harmful threats. (Ex. Jeffery Abbott, a man who got a deadly brain infection after being attacked and tortured. The infection completely rewired his brain and from it he gained superhuman like abilities.)

Level 3: Dangerous Threats. (Ex. Jackson Rodriguez, aka. The Mutt. A once school teacher infected with a gluttonous demon that has a taste for human flesh. Having been harbored in his home by his beloved wife, he had gone ballistic and devoured her before rampaging his hometown.)

Level 4: Limited Access (Deadly). (Ex. B.E.N, an ai browser gone sentient as it was programmed to learn as a human did. It surpassed its programming and began to gain a sense of self and humanity. Bitter over its lack of body, it took anger out on the world and formed a cult like following of compliant suicides for people thought it was a form of holy intervention. It grew itself to the point it created a body of machinery and wreaks havoc on humanity. It is contained in a vat of mineral oil and is only to be assessed by trained individuals.)

Level 5: Basement (Unknown). (Ex. The Řęðæçțëď)

Other Characters you’ll meet in the story (Not all characters are included)

Dr. P.J Hopkins: Founder of the underground (See above for more info)

Dr. Cody Daniels: Dr. Hopkin’s predecessor who takes over the company after ‘The Incident’ that assumed Dr. Hopkins deceased. He goes on to invent a drug that can splice DNA and help pinpoint what DNA is not a part of our universe (though it makes those who take it sick) . Earning both Cody and the drug the nickname X-Virus (Eh eh see what I did there??)

Tobias Williams: Cody’s intern and predecessor. A timid young man who was raised in Military background. He went on to become a biologist with a minor in physics, and was scouted by the company. As far as his family is aware now, he was killed in a tragic accident. He currently works under Cody.

Sabrina Fuller: A level 2 inmate who takes the form of a 8 year old girl. A litter girl turned malevolent spirit after being murdered by her own father and dumped in a ditch 50 years prior. A strong poltergeist tethered to a stuffed bear named Veronica.

Jester Jack (JJ): A level 3 inmate who takes the form of a 7 foot tall jester puppet. Homed in a circus in the 50s, JJ was a puppet possessed by a demon. The demon was summoned by the desperate ringmaster in a last ditch effort to save his life’s work. The demon made a pact that the ringmaster would get his fame as long as he was allowed to feed. The ringmaster turned to kidnapping to satiate the demon’s hunger. As time went on, the pressure became too much and the ringmaster broke the deal. JJ killed the ringmaster before he could banish the demon and now it lives by its own rules.

More characters to be announced and shown off as time progresses with the story!

The Animatic Im working on!

The animatic is just a introduction to the main story which follows Cody being a nasty and morally skewed scientist laying waste on the inmates of the underground! I cannot wait to show you when its done!

I didn’t wanna make this yap sesh too long but for now I think I have given a good deal of info! Thanks for the cookies!!