#what the FUCK is going on with supernatural

[lovemikewheeler]

I’d actually like to add to this:

Stranger Things is a left leaning show at its core. It’s a show about the outcasts of society winning for once, it’s a show about the nerds, and freaks.

What genuinely pisses me off is those same people who claim to “love the show”, made fun of 2022 Eddie cosplayers at conventions, that girl who wrote the Eddie song, and basic fan behavior. Hate to break it to you, but you’re watching a show about NERDS! Hate to break it to you, the core four dressed up as ghostbusters to school, all that is FAN BEHAVIOR. Nerd behavior, the same behavior you’re making fun of.

I also don’t understand people who are heavy republican who watch this show. I’m just convinced they have no media literacy whatsoever, because this whole show is making fun of you. When Ted says “the government is on our side” or “we’re all patriots in this house” how are you guys not getting it? The subtext is clear as day, and do not hit me with that shit “keep politics out of fandom!” Guess what, the damn show you claim to love so much brings it up for you. Hate to ruin your day, but art has been political and always will be.

Last thing, how the fuck can you be sexist and homophobic and watch Stranger Things? I’m bringing this up specifically because I had just recently rewatched season 4 with my family, and my dad was making constant remarks about how he thinks Stranger Things is shoving a “feminist agenda” down his throat. I asked him to elaborate, he told me that Nancy Wheelers job isn’t to hold a gun, because her and Steve should be swapping places, Nancy should be with the kids to teach her how to be a mom, and Steve should be the “protector”. First of all, did we watch the same fucking show? Seriously, and side note: Steve is a BADASS! And I could go on and on about their character development and how Steve’s aspirations differ from Nancy’s but we all know these people won’t listen. Stranger Things is a show that constantly challenges societal expectations, and shatters traditional ideas of gender. They did this with Max being a love interest, she’s “tomboyish” and not stereotypically feminine. Nancy doesn’t desire a life of being a stay at home mom and having kids, she desires being a top reporter at the big city, going to college. In the beginning of season 3, I was completely convinced Robin and Steve were going to get together, but by a pleasant surprise, Robin is a lesbian. Steve and Robin form a beautiful platonic friendship, may I even say, they’re platonic soulmates.

How can you watch stranger things, a show about the supernatural, a show about an alternate dimension, and a girl with fucking superpowers and tell me that it’s unrealistic for Nancy to hold a gun because she’s a women? How can you watch a show where a boy gets possessed by a being from another dimension and tell me it’s unrealistic for two childhood friends (who just happen to be two boys) won’t get together “because that would be gay”?

And don’t hit me with that shit “we need media literacy class!” WE HAVE 9th GRADE ENGLISH CLASS! Are you serious? It’s not media literacy, it’s media comprehension. Some people can’t admit that shows aren’t made for them. If you think like Jason, s1 Steve, or s2 Billy, THIS SHOW ISN’T MADE FOR YOU! Media literacy isn’t just reading words on a paper, or understanding the words of dialog on a surface level. It involves nuance, it involves understanding the underlying meaning, it involves understanding the themes of the content you’re consuming.

I know I came off much more aggressive than I typically do. I hope I came across is a way that’s understandable. I’m just really passionate about this show and what it means to me. Watching Stranger Things for the first time the summer before middle school, I was 9-10 years old. And I fell in love with the show, I grew up bullied just like the main characters. I grew up getting bullied for my race and my nerdy interests. I’m autistic, so I was an easy target. It just really upsets me seeing the same people who bullied me claim to love this show, because clearly you didn’t watch it. Thanks for reading, I’ll go back to my usual lighthearted posts now.

saw a TikTok comment that I think deserves to be shared

[cod-dump]

Not that it’s plausible or that this isn’t absolutely random, but how do you think the 141 would react to having to pair with another team composed of supernatural creatures? Like a werewolf, fae captain, maybe even a vampire or something

Soap: Full on panic. He's researching what he's dealing with and doing everything to protect himself from any form of threat this team could cause. Fae? Iron, never uses his real name with them, never accepts any gifts from them. Vampire? Cross out on display, smells like garlic, holy water in his canteen. Werewolf? Silver brass knuckles, silver tipped bullets. Hundred percent ready for shit to go wrong.

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Gaz: In denial that they're real. Trying to convince himself it's a very committed LARP group. Coming up with excuses for every obvious supernatural thing they do. He hasn't been alone with any of them and refuses to. When asked if he doesn't trust them he immediately denies it. Visibly nervous when one of them is nearby but laughs it off if someone points them out. Soap is making him anxious and they keep arguing over this team.

"THEY'RE JUST FAKING STOP-"

"I'M NOT GONNA END UP SOMEONE'S BREAKFAST, KYLE!"

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Ghost: Knows they're actually what they say they are, fully into fucking with them. Asked the vampire if they were allergic to the sun. Told the werewolf he smelled like a dog and should take a bath. Keeps asking the fae how old they are and laughs when they answer and goes "Oh sure. Nice face lift". Genuinely does not care if he's pissing them off, he's willing to do what it takes for the bit.

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Price: Does not believe a word they're saying. Full on skeptic, not even in denial because he knows they're fucking with them. Fed up with Soap's shit, thinks Gaz is sick and needs medical leave (why is he so damn nervous and sweaty all the time?), and he thinks Ghost is just being his usual self. Unfazed, only by his own taskforce's antics. Would probably take a full on werewolf transformation to make him believe them.

[olderthannetfic]

I am wondering what happened to the "body swap/imposter" episodes that used to be common in various live action TV¹ series.

I posed this question the other day on my own blog, but I don't think people who follow me are very interested in the topic, so I am asking OTNF & commenters, where I suspect a greater number of repliers will be able to answer. :')

You used to get this convention coming up in stuff like Star Trek (mirror universe Spock!) and Xena (is that Xena? Callisto? Autolycus? Some random princess who happens to be identical?) and Buffy (nooo, that's not Buffy, that's Faith!) sometimes. Do you know the convention I mean? I think Supernatural is a later example that executed this via angel possession, but it didn't have the same impact because it was such a huge plot point. (My viewing of SPN was also spotty, so, IDK, I may have missed one.)

Is this a story convention that's still in use? Perhaps it's just that I haven't seen it for years because of my own viewing choices? Or is this a convention we're no longer seeing as much of because of shorter series formats with less filler and/or better developed CGI making different conventions more popular? I know everyone is obviously only going to be able to answer from their own viewing experiences, but I think if there's a general trend in replies it will nevertheless provide me with an answer.

TLDR: Does the "body swap/imposter" episode still exist in the 2020s? If so, where have you spotted it?

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¹ It does also occur in cartoons, etc., but that's not really what I wanted to ask about.

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I wonder if it might have been a semi-casualty of the post-Sopranos TV landscape.

What I mean is that people are still super into things where one brilliant actor plays a bunch of clones, but the kind of hammy acting that was everywhere on direct-to-syndication of the 90s just won't cut it today, and the bodyswap episode really shows you which actors can handle this task and which cannot.

I heard Haven had a bodyswap episode after I'd stopped watching. Grimm had someone morphing into a person's partner to get them to fuck them unawares. Those were both a while ago by now. Guardian had a personality transplant episode that hit some of the same notes in terms of why the audience finds these entertaining. Good Omens had the characters swap, though it was played a bit differently from the bajillion times on Xena. (Don't forget the random tavern wench in addition to the princess!)

Oh! I've got one! Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty had a major impostor. The villains find some random dude who looks like one of the leads and groom him to replace the guy. We get that dude torturing another lead while in character, the real guy impersonating the impostor to dramatic and hilarious effect, the real guy keeping the impostor in a dungeon for half the series and then a bunch of identity shenanigans right at the end.

It's Chinese, obviously. That one's historical, but wuxia series have a standard trope of somebody who can look exactly like others by either murdering them and literally wearing their face or by making a flesh mask... actually, not just wuxia. This shows up a bunch in DMBJ. It's the full on Mission Impossible "Ah hah hah, it is actually I, face changing man!" with the second actor pulling off a ridiculous rubber mask that could never pass as anyone after cutting from the first actor. I guess that and the bone shrinking technique to change build are just common tropes there.

Has any of the live action Marvel stuff gotten around to skrulls? That's the kind of context where I'd expect to see an impostor episode.

I can't think of a lot of recent and directly similar things in Western live action, but I also haven't been watching enough sff shows or any crime stuff with the right ridiculous tone.

Anyone have thoughts?

[ven0moir]

hey how do u feel abt noah saying that people should not get their hopes up for season 5 of stranger things? he didn’t specifically say anything abt it being byler related but idk - a lot of fans think of byler when they think of will and so im worried he was trying to like subtlety tell byler shippers to not get their hopes up

hi anon!

IF he was referring to bylers in that sentence, then this is what I'd assume; I think he was speaking generally. the most beloved byler theories ( flickergate, loverslake, wallgate, heroesgate, ud kiss, etc ) do not fit with the tone of the show, so they're very beloved, but noah himself once said that the fans are very creative ... yet wrong about everything.

that's why I do not even attempt to make "theories" about how Byler's kiss will happen or entertain that idea, its just wasted creativity bc they don't WANT you to know. Prediction theories will likely be wrong unless the Duffers WANT you piecing things together ( like how they said that they left enough clues IN VOLUME 2 for someone to piece together why the UD is frozen the day Will went missing. They wouldn't have said that IMO if they didn't want to encourage fans to figure it out. Otherwise it's sort of wasting your fan's time for no good reason ..? )

IF byler's endgame, chances are some of their storyline ( and Will's arc ) won't be satisfying to some of them ( *cough cough* I think you might know exactly what I'm talking about ) bc from everything they've said so far they ARE departing from this 'hopeless, martyr Will who suffers in silence and waits for Mike' vision that the fandom expects for him when it comes to his feelings for Mike. ( I have a friend who believes the 'choice' is mike's and mike's alone and Will is important but in his love life, he gets 0 say like let's be so fr here for a second. One thing I think Milevens are right about, that Bylers refuse to accept is that Will let go of his idea of being with Mike romantically in that van, and any hope he had left after that faded when Mike gave that speech to El and essentially locked them in as endgame in HIS eyes lmao )

and I personally would rather not have byler endgame than them literally removing the power of CHOICE from the character named Will ( power of CHOICE/Free Will/Will power ) in the season that is his coming of age and that has centered his sexuality and feelings for Mike so much.

That sounds like a genuine snooze fest

like GIVE ME THE SUPERNATURAL AS A REFLECTION OF HOW THEY START OFF S5. GIVE ME FULL ON QUEER HORROR

BUT I'LL BE RIDING THAT WAVE BABY I JUST KNOW I WILL PERSONALLY LOVE IT AND BE CHEERING WILL AND THE DUFFERS ON FOR THAT

I'm pretty sure some of this expectation of 'martyr Will' comes from some confusion over S4 El's arc being projected onto him, ( and that's totally fine! honestly I'm still understanding stuff myself but damn some people around here need to rewatch the show and set aside their fanon version of Byler for a second ) but that's why the most common version of Byler endgame that Byler fans are expecting/hoping for ( and the GA doesn't buy, mind you ) is basically a rewritten version of S4 Mileven.

"Leave the station, Nina. Don't keep waiting for a lover that won't return."

She also resisted Henry's influence and tried to reach him despite everything he's done--much like how she reached Billy in S3. She's been coded as an angel, a Jesus figure, El literally means God, etc. SHE'S MY DAUGHTER I LOVE HER SM I'm scared for her ending the most omfg

I have the awful feeling she'll experience a metaphorical death ( like, staying in the UD and transforming it as the gatekeeper I SO HOPE IM WRONG PLEASE I HOPE THIS IS DUE TO MY LACK OF UNDERSTANDING STILL and not bc they will really do that to her hhh )

Will? imo Will's being set up to go batshit unhinged and reckless and careless and fucking up as he figures himself out and tbh so far, everything they've said falls in line nicely with what I was HOPING for.

thank GOODNESS

And whereas I do not believe for ONE second the Duffers are perfect ( thank god, perfection is so boring and artificial ) I AM choosing to trust they're choosing to be brave and genuinely love their show. The fact people on both sides will be pissed/triggered due to some of their writing choices I think will just be an unfortunate consequence. Sometimes we forget these guys are not rocket scientists and at the end of the day, they're DnD nerds who love their play. If you're not having fun analyzing, chances are you're not approaching it the right way since both DnD and the show are about community and connection. It's inherently what makes them both fun.

I already went through my "acceptance arc" where I internalized that I do not write this show and have 0 say in its outcome. I definitely recommend others do the same and be prepared for whatever happens bc we've put a lot of emotional investment into the show, and that's okay, we're in this together, but we gotta make sure we're prioritizing our mental well-being and I do worry about some Bylers in the tag that I do not think ... should be watching this show ... ( especially after the reactions I saw during that Bychance / Byler "Civil War" .... yikes )

but yeah let me know if any of this makes sense / share your thoughts!!! they'd be cool to know <3

[okavara]

Things I have done for CotV, in no particular order:

Read the entire Wikipedia page for Radomes all for a single mention of them in chapter 5

Handled raw venison in meal prep and sniffed it (smelled like blood and berries)

tasted soap to see what the hype is about (Dr.Kel what the fuck. I could feel it dissolving my mouth)

Reasearched antlers. Antlers. So much fucking antler knowledge

Antler growth cycles, antler shedding cycles, the appropriate times of the year for when Kelryptid's antlers would complete growing (he is late in the season, it would be early fall but he's a late fall baby because he's a supernatural baby) and when they will fall off (late winter)

Studied every minute I had acrylic nails on to understand the ergonomics of having lengthened claws/nails (it's not as hard to adjust to as I thought)

Figured out how to make predator clicks with a human voice

Did two full playthroughs of VotV, getting myself into Dr.Kel's headspace

One of which I wrote down his thoughts every day, cataloguing the events and encounters I had in my own personalized playthrough, thus crafting his backstory for CotV in days 1-43 (WHICH I WILL WRITE A PREQUEL ABOUT)

Researched arirals. So much

scrawled over every scrap of info we have about ASO, Dunkeltaler, Dr.Kel, and made a mind library of it

Asked for advice from two people from Ireland to ask them about how to make references to Kel being Irish in good taste, figure out a county of origin for him, and get a better understanding of what his speech mannerisms/accent might be like (and also to make sure I don't write him too American lol) (Results from this btw: Headcanon he grew up in Cavan and moved to Dublin for University, and spent a lot of time online, making his accent a mix of Cavan, Dublin, and a sprinkle of American from the internet)

Listened to/watched several Irish youtubers from various counties to get a good mental image in my mind of general speech mannerisms/cadence for how Dr.Kel should talk

studied the spines of cats and their tails and how they move them to communicate emotion

Given myself lotsa caffeine to experience how shaky Kel would have been (very)

made an entire backstory for the ariral side characters that show up

Made up an entire idea of what's going on with ASO in the background (no spoilers yet)

Decorated an entire VotV base exactly how I imagine Kelryptid to have decorated his house, and then some

Hosted Q&A in character just so I can write him better and practice writing his character

And much, much more! Specifically these are things I have just done for the sake of studying CotV, however I also draw a lot from my life experience writing CotV. Spooky woods encounters and growing up rural helps give me a great idea of what running through the forest is like- I used to do it daily, growing up.

Fanfic writers, I wanna hear your stories about how you do your research for your fics.

I just took an entire physics course solely for this one fic I'm writing that only mentions physics in one paragraph.

[sramoonlight]

Our love is god

What if Jason does everything for love?

Content you’ll see here: heathers inspiration, yan!jason, cringe stuff, teen!jason, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, a lot of swearing, mentions of dead, mentions of suicide, fem!reader

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

You took some alcohol putting it on a small cotton ball, placing it to a wound on Jason’s cheek

He hissed but he didn’t back off, instead he kept looking into your eyes like you were the center of the world

— You gotta stop getting into fights, one day someone would beat the shit out of you — you mumbled while he moved his hand to grab your waist

In a second, you were sitting on his lap, your hands moved to his shoulders to steady yourself

— You should leave those plastic chicks and spend the entire day with me — he smirked, his hand getting into your shirt

You moved his hands back where they were just a second ago, he pouted nuzzling into your neck

— Those plastic chicks are my best friends — you moved your hand to wrap your fingers around his dark curls, he purred in a smile getting comfortable on your embrace

— You can’t change that, Jay — He hummed like he was listening, he wasn’t, instead he started playing with the blue ribbon on your hair

— I don’t like them for you — just as always, he replied to anything good you had to say about them

The only time he disagrees with you

— You don’t like anyone for me — you giggled, he groaned burying himself more into your arms

— Anyways, I may have to leave you now — he moved, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up to you.

His blue eyes shining in a puppy look you had to ignore, even if it was enough for you to fall into whatever his plan was

— Is that stupid party? I can entertain you more than those self-centered people — he smiled, knowing he could do more than just entertain

You sighed, pulling away from his grasp and looking yourself at the vanity in your room

— Im serious, there’s a lot better in life than drinking alcohol just to fit in — he moved from the shadows hugging your waist once again, his arms pressing you against his chest

— Jay, you know I do this because me and my friends- — you tried to explain, his arms moved to grab you tighter using that moment to interrupt you

— I know, the whole thing about being popular — he doesn’t like that

He will never like it, you being popular means you have a lot of people looking at you, he understands you had to be it so you wouldn’t get picked on but now you have him

He could get rid of anyone who tries to make your life harder

— You don’t like it, but I do, so please let me go —

He let you out of his grasp, just the physical one

He would never let you out of him

He is yours, and you’re his, no one is well enough to be blessed with your presence and even him doesn’t deserve it

But he is working so hard for you, that means you two are soulmates

Right?

The air was filled with burned weed and alcohol, if you wanted to take a deep sniffle you could smell the cheap perfume on the preppy girls around the small house, again all those girls who try to imitate the popular people

Even if that meant to loose a few brain cells.

You were sipping on a red cup, the bitter taste of alcohol mixed with other drinks to make it less bad, how fucked up to do that while waiting for your friend to stop puking

A blonde with a red dress moved to you, her skin was shinning like she was like some kind of supernatural creature

And maybe he was, a mythic bitch.

— Hey (Reader), Kam is waiting for you on the room down the hallway — you raised an eyebrow, not getting what she meant

— Y’know? Duke was supposed to sleep with him but she’s- — the sound of her gags made you two go silent for a few seconds

Still, what does she mean? You have to sleep with some boy because your friend couldn’t?

What are you? Some kind of teen prostitute? Oh god how bad it sounds, you apologize mentally to the people who suffered that.

— I won’t, I have a boyfriend and you know it and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t — she sighed softly, her hands moving to grab your shoulders

There’s a look in her eyes, you are used to seeing it when she sends someone to do something for her but never to you

At least not like this

— We need to keep a reputation, and we never let someone down — what the fuck is she talking about?

She pushed her away, hands shaking at the thought of making her mad

But you couldn’t take it, you were fine with lying to people about who you truly were because fuck it, you won’t see them again once high school is over, but cheating on Jason?

She’s long crazy if she thinks you’ll ever considerate it

— (Reader)! Remember where you came from! You can’t do this now — she was mad, oh god she was mad

Your mind started wandering around whatever she could do to you

To your reputation, the holy reputation you’ve been building all this past year

— (Reader) could you get me to my car? — your friend, the one who got sick after drinking too much crawled out of the bathroom

Well not like that, but the way her face looked made you think that

On the other side, the other girl was looking at you like you were that guy with a fun moustache

Not fun, (Reader), just an evil guy, god how is alcohol getting on your head.

— Are you seriously doing this to me? If it wasn’t for me- — You ignored her words holding your friend’s arm to lead her to the exit

She wasn’t feeling well, she was almost leaving this world and you don’t have the courage to turn around and face her

— You fucking whore! Wait ‘til Monday and you’ll be crawling back to me! —

The thought of whatever she was planning made you sick on the stomach, but you can’t puke right now not when you have a sick girl in your arms

God, how you wanted to die

And that’s what you told Jason, he listened to your words while leaning against his bike

A few minutes ago you let your friend on her house having to call Jason to pick you up, I mean, you took her car but you couldn’t take it to ride back to your house

He looked to your house, a smirk on his face like he listened to the biggest joke on the planet

— Why are you smiling? My life is ruined! I won’t have anything at Monday! — He chuckled, using his hand to cover the smile that was mocking your feelings

You love Jason, but he doesn’t understand the way your world is falling apart

— Honey, I took care of it — You froze, instantly you looked at his hands looking for a red stain even if it was on his nails

There wasn’t any, finally you could breath again

— She was so dumb to not look to whatever she was drinking at, seriously, is she prepared to Gotham’s nights? — his chuckles send a shiver down your spine

He looked so happy about it, so usual to seeing people die and so usual to telling everyone how they died

Drink? He came to the party? But you swear the other friend in the party would call you if an ‘accident’ like that happened

— How did you know? — you mumbled, he stayed silent but the smile was still there

He was there, the whole time

He gave you the wrong idea at believing he could leave you alone for a few hours, that means he follows you to every party to attend to? Nobody seems to notice him, they could at least gossip about how you didn’t pay attention for him even if you didn’t know he was there

So nobody saw him

But the murderer?

Ring ring

Your phoned ringed, slowly you moved to grab it

The name of your friend, the one you left at her house was making you think she had something to say

Maybe, just maybe Jason would make his usual groan whenever someone interrupts his time with you

He didn’t

— Are you not going to pick it up? That’s rude, love — his smile is still there.

You don’t want to, what the fuck is he doing? Your fingers are shaking, no, your whole arm is shaking but you get the enough strength to tap the button

Before you could move it to your ear, Jason pressed the speaker, he wanted to listen?

— Oh my god (Reader), Heather killed herself —

Your world moved in slow motion, Jason had to cover his mouth to muzzle a laugh, lucky for him Duke didn’t hear him

— What? — you mumbled, still shocked

— Her mother called me a second ago! She killed herself! Was this about your fight before we left? Oh god I never thought she could do it —

The worst part it was that it had to be about the fight, but it wasn’t something she did about it

It was something Jason made, something he did

Your friend rambled a little more about it, terrified of what happened and how she didn’t feel like it could be possible

Jason had a big smile the whole call and once it was done, he started laughing in a loud voice

For the first time, his laugh made you feel scared

— What have you done? — you found the strength to say that, he held your shoulders shaking you to look at his eyes

The beautiful bright blue eyes, the ones you loved to see where filled with something dark, something that made you be sick on the stomach

— I protected you! Like I said all this time, see? Not need to play being popular now! —

You always knew he could get in fights to defend you, I mean, you met him on a street fight where he defended a woman and her kid

But at this level? This wasn’t the sweet boy who seemed bitter at the outside but a hopeless romantic when you brush his hair with your fingers

— Our love is god, darling! We can do whatever we want, I’ll have your back everytime —

You don’t like it, you hate how he seems so happy about it

But he did it for you, right? He wasn’t a murderer, maybe that’s the way he sees love

He is twisted, you can’t blame him, he came from a bad place where he had to fight to survive maybe that’s why he sees his actions normal

He isn’t a monster, he just loves you enough to do this for you

You hate how he acts, you hate what he had to do

But you let him hug you, you let him kiss you like that wasn’t the mouth he used to laugh at a poor girl who only committed the crime of being an asshole

He is twisted, insane, but it’s yours.

Tbh this was a Tim being Jd but after that I found that Jason was more fitting into the whole “I kill people for a high school girlfriend and I’m fine about it, and also I will blow out a school if she dumps me”

I tried this to not be a copy paste of heathers, but if you see something being too much please let me know!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[milkbean69]

The scarce commodity of supernatural reader when it comes to our favorite sweatheart Kryptonian is honestly criminal. Considering Clark's weakness is magic I can see why, but that still doesn't mean that there shouldn't be more. Other than your typical Witch, Wererwolf, Vampire, and God/Goddess readers we could see some more variety, so I present to you, fairy reader.

(Honestly having some wild smut thoughts about this so beware)

Fairy reader who was discovered by Clark whilst he was taking a hike with Krypto out in the Metropolis forest. There isn't much quiet you can get in the bustling city, but at least the great outdoors can give him some semblance of life back home, the great ol' fields of Smallville.

Fairy reader who is terrified at being discovered by a human. Your parents always told you to be careful when going near the human towns. Every decade passing becoming more hazardous of all creatures alike to conseal themselves to the forest. Now here you are, looking down the barrel of two large blue eyes that your about to call your demise.

Fairy reader who is the as big as the length and girth of Clarks cock. Laying their whole body against it, the soft pitter-patter of your wings as they flutter on each side of his length. He thinks you look so pretty like this. I mean you are so tiny compared to him. Hell, he's scared enough as it is with his strenght, but the fact that your less that a foot tall.

Fairy reader who is a bit difficult to fully have sex with in the beginning. At first Clark asssumed it was impossible, Don't get me wrong, you can absolutely pleasure and tease Clark all you want whilst in tiny form. Only god knows what you can do with that magic of yours, but you being penetrated is impossible like that.

Fairy reader who after a few magic mishaps finally manages to grow just big enought for you two, to fuck. Now your still small and fragile with those wings of yours. I mean who wouldn't be small compared to Clark, but even for a human you considered pretty short.

Fairy reader who no matter what shape and size you body is you considered to be the ity bity fairy you've always known yourself to be. Even now as Clark's cock bulges in and out of your stomach, the felling of your insides mushing and clenching together on his length.

Fairy reader who is not supprised, you knew Clark wasn't human, you just didn't know what kind of "not human" he was. You now know that he is monstrous, monstorous in size. The way his entire body engulfs you, his cock practically impaling you as he has you pressed up against his chest as to not crush the wings on your back.

[ddalgies]

backstory headcanons:

a/n: a mix of the canon lore we are aware of and some headcanons from a storyline player~! spoiler warning ahead!

character: taiga hoshibami.

1. background/early life:

- taiga grew up rather poor in tokyo’s underground. his father was a gambler, his mother left him behind when he racked up more debt than they could every repay.

- he didn’t have a normal childhood of course, no one becomes this odd and impulsive if they had loving, involved parents.

- so once his mother left, taiga’s father started bringing him along. underground poker matches, back alley blackjack, yakuza casinos. he could count cards before he could write his own name.

- with taiga’s help, his father suddenly started winning.

- did he become a better father? hell no.

- delusions of grandeur caused him to get sloppy. and getting sloppy in those circles meant you’d die.

- he just didn’t come back to their shitty trailer one day and taiga knew immediately what that meant.

- but he was just a kid. he couldn’t work. people knew he was his father’s son (the red hair was dead giveaway) and at 12 years old he didn’t have the funds to pay off his father’s debts.

- so he did what he could. pickpocketing, scamming, eating out of a local diner’s trash bins… but there was one thing he never did.

- begging.

- his father was a piece of shit, but that was the one thing he’d drilled into taiga’s head early on. “one day, everyone will reach the point where they’ll go down. and once that day comes, might as well go down standing up straight and looking them right in the eyes.”

- taiga had never been someone to back down or grovel at people’s feet.

- so when the loan sharks found him, barely an adult now, and demanded him to pay off his father’s debts to their boss, he made them an offer.

- one poker game. “if i win, you scrap my old man’s debt and put an extra million in my bank account. if your boss wins, i’m his bitch until the day i keel over.”

- and that night, he made his pact.

- almost on accident — he’d never been one to believe in the supernatural. but when he sat in front of his trailer, downing his second beer of the night, he got visited by the king of hell.

- i mean, as a demon, wouldn’t you be fascinated by someone so utterly resilient and capable? who defied odds all his life? who refused to bow and beg?

2. the demon pact:

- his stigma is called malab (which is an anagram of the ars goetia demon balam). balam is the 51st spirit and king of hell known for providing perfect answers about the past, present or future as well as his general wisdom, foresight and ability to remain unseen by those he wishes to remain unseen by.

- if you summon balam, you should have a specific goal in mind: seek to gain insight into the future, remain unseen, or protect yourself from harm. his favorite offerings are gold and scrolls.

- because of this, i think taiga’s stigma is the gift of foresight — aka he can see the future. ofc a powerful stigma like that would have major drawbacks and i’m currently torn between his stigma allowing him to see the future in exchange for memories (why he’s so forgetful) or in exchange for his humanity (anomaly eating, his pointy teeth, those cat-like bright green eyes).

3. becoming a ghoul:

- as per canon lore, to become a ghoul you have to consume the flesh of the demon you made a pact with. and as for taiga, we know he didn’t just have a nibble.

- i suppose he got bored. his abilities allowed him to fuck over all the loan sharks that previously made his life hell. he bought a boat, a penthouse in shibuya, a ferrari. countless of expensive and unworn suits he’d imported from some italian brand just because he could. an arsenal of golden guns and knives. and yet nothing satisfied him. his brain was filled with static and he was restless.

- he had everything money could buy. nothing excited him anymore.

- so what does someone who grew up with an incredibly intensely high base level of adrenaline do?

- he challenges the demon he made a pact with to a duel of life and death.

- and he wins.

4. joining darkwick:

- taiga didn’t join voluntarily. but not involuntarily either. thanks to his stigma, he knew the darkwick agents were coming to get him. it didn’t bother him. could be fun, no? as long as they didn’t make him attend calculus or some shit…

- so you can only imagine how utterly gobsmacked those agents were when they arrived in the lobby, saw him lounging in a massage chair, bags packed and whiskey glass in his hand.

- no fight. no gunfire. just acceptance and a bored, “if a single yen is missing i’ll cut off your fingers one by one.”

- his sorting was swift. sinostra was an obvious choice for him.

- though he did butt heads with shion genkai, his captain, quite a lot. taiga had never been one to be good with authority.

- but he was smart enough to know when to accept and move on.

- and moving on he did.

- mission after mission. completion after completion. he retrieved artifacts, rescued general students, killed anomalies, even captured a few.

- his mission completion rate was insane. it was unlike anything darkwick had ever seen.

- but completing missions meant using his stigma. and using his stigma meant suffering the consequences.

- his mind got more hazy. he got more easily irritated. more impulsive. less restrained. stopped going to checkups at mortkranken and darkwick general. stopped visiting clementia to get his head screwed on right.

- something in his gut told him it was useless anyway.

- something was brewing.

5. the clash:

- so far, we don’t know wether sinostra was part of the dissidents or sympathizers. but i assume taiga didn’t really gaf anyway.

- it was like christmas, new years, his birthday and a good poker match all in one for him.

- and god, did he have the time of his life.

- fighting anomalies. eating anomalies. going completely rogue.

- and when the dust settled, something had inevitably changed. and he knew it. he’d known it all along. he’d always know it, thanks to his deal with balam.

- seriously, if you already know the outcome, no matter what you do, what’s the point in taking anything seriously?

- he knew those people would die. he knew there was nothing he could do. he knew the dionysia students would disappear into purgatory. he knew almost everyone in clementia would die. he knew ultio would get trampled into the ground. he knew darkwick would get rid of shion genkai and make him step up to take his place as captain. he knew who’d switch houses after this. he knew who’d ultimately betray who. he knew about the chick that’d get cursed, knew that no matter what he did he wouldn’t be able to stop it.

- he knew.

- always did.

- always would.

- and he knew he couldn’t change a thing.

- so seriously, why bother? why remember people who’d die anyway? why try to save people who were doomed? why give a shit?

[bloggerspam]

Jason has run out of excuses to call upon Phantom.

It turns out, there aren't that many cults active at a time—and most of them aren't supernatural.

Jason feels an odd sort of dissatisfaction even as he and his team fuck up another cult easily.

He stomps vindictively at the cult leader, grinding him into the dirt. This particular one had child brides, and Jason relishes making the man eat dirt.

Maybe he could summon Phantom to send this guy (and the other husbands) to the Nightmare Dimension.

Maybe Jason's just completely lost it.

"My guy," Roy grumbles as he drags another cult member and dumps him into the pile they have inside the church the cult has made their base. "If you want to summon Phantom just summon him."

"…What." Jason hates that he sounds so much like Bruce right now.

"Hood grumpy." Bizzaro agrees, dumping four more cult members. "Phantom not here, Hood grumpy."

Jason, proving he is actually his father's son, says nothing in order not to incriminate himself.

"I am sure Phantom will be understanding." Artemis chimes in as she drags a woman by the collar. "He has said before that he finds our company pleasing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jason lies, and to his credit his team hesitates for a second, before they come to their senses and call him out on his bullshit.

"Listen, we won't pry." Roy tries again, dusting his hands off as they all exit the church and leave before the authorities arrive. "But we're not blind. I got a kid now, and you trying to eliminate every single cult in the country just to hang out with Phantom is seriously feeling like overtime."

"I will be visiting Themiscyra for the forseeable future." Artemis agrees, rotating a shoulder and cracking her neck. "I will be resting with my sisters, and will not know when I will be back."

"Me visit…Family?" Bizarro pauses. coughs. "Me…busy. For a long time."

Jason feels his shoulders ride up, biting his lip as he scratches the back of his neck. His helmet feels heavy, and this weird discomfort swirls inside him like an irritating metal that refuses to be separated no matter how Jason twists them.

They arrive on a nearby rooftop, watching as, not a few minutes later, authorities arrive in a chaotic mess of lights and sounds. When the sirens shut off, Jason heaves a heavy sigh.

"It's not just Phantom." Jason admits, because against all odds, their his friends, and unlike certain Bats he learns from his mistakes and knows when to bottle up and when not to.

Most importantly, he knows who he can open up to.

"What else?" Bizarro asks, softly. "Me need to beat up?"

Jason shakes his head, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth over the helmet. It doesn't bring him comfort. "Nightwing ambushed me yesterday. Tried to, I don't know, talk. Brought me donuts and everything."

"And we are all aware how much you do not like to…" Artemis scrunches her nose. "talk, even with the promise of donuts."

"Ha, ha." Jason snarks, before sobering his tone. "Batman…interrupted. It didn't go so hot."

All three of this teammates wince at that. It's still a sore subject, Bruce and his…trying to make amends.

Jason's still grappling with how he almost killed Tim.

Jason's still grappling with how he ruins everything he touches, regardless of whether or not he's sane.

"Focusing on the Phantom puzzle is…helping." Jason admits, getting up and heading back to the batplane he stole from Bruce for this mission. "But only marginally. Phantom has his guard up and it's hard to nudge through."

"Phantom puzzle?" Bizarro asks, "Phantom do something weird?"

"Phantom doesn't touch anybody." Jason explains, allowing Roy to fly the plane and sitting heavily into one of the open seats beside him. "He does this thing, where he keeps a 6ft radius."

"….Huh." Artemis hums, "I suppose he does, doesn't he? How strange, I wonder why that is?"

"Why not just ask?" Bizarro tilts his large head, confusion writ all over his face, "Phantom love answer questions."

"There's a lot of reasons why I can't just ask." Jason argues, "At this point it's the principle of the thing."

"Wait—" Roy rubs at his temples. before starting up the plane, "You mean to tell me all of this is because you want to know why Phantom doesn't like to touch people?"

"…Yes?" Jason's shoulders involuntarily hike up to his ears, "What else would it be?"

"Are you fucking serious dude?" Roy's face is disbelieving and annoyed at once, but doesn't answer Jason's question, even as he grumbles under his breath, "These fucking Bats are trying to kill me."

"Do you know why?" It rankles at Jason that Roy would know but Jason doesn't.

"No." Roy pinches the bridge of his nose as he puts the plane on autopilot. "I don't. I don't need to—Jason, you don't like to fucking touch people, why does it matter that Phantom doesn't?"

"Because." Jason shrugs, mood instantly lifting. "I was curious."

Roy throws his hands up, groaning. He looks back towards Artemis and Bizarro, who have started up a game of Go Fish. "A little help?"

"I'm afraid he's going to have to figure this one out himself." Artemis draws a card and curses, though her voice stays deadpan and uninterested. "It's fine. Bats need enrichment."

"Bizarro?" Roy pleads, cutting off Jason's retort to that, much to his annoyance.

"Little no cut it." Bizarro huffs, triumphantly placing down a pair of Queens and Twos. "Need big help. Me not even big enough for that."

"Where the fuck is Starfire when you need her." Roy grumbles under his breath, "She could handle this, she would want to handle this bitch's Bat standard low EQ. She would love to, even, why did she have to visit home now when I need her the most—"

"I am right here." Jason huffs, to which the entire team says in unison "We know!"

"Look, my guy." Roy levels with Jason, putting his hands together as if to pray and breathing deep, pointing them at Jason on the exhale. "Solve this puzzle anyway you like, just don't bring us into it. For the Love of God, do not bring us into it."

"I would not be opposed to being brought into it." Artemis chimes in, apropro of nothing. "But I don't think you like sharing."

"Do NOT bring me, specifically, into this!" Roy hisses, pointing at Artemis with one hand and gesturing at Jason with the other. "His brother has already traumatized me enough with his messy shit!"

"Me don't mind." Bizarro ignores Roy, who starts screaming into his hands. "Funny to watch."

Artemis and Bizarro share a fist bump over the pile of cards between them. Jason sinks into his chair, feeling disconnected, sullen, and distinctly like he's missing something.

Jason does not like that feeling. He does not like that feeling at all.

"I know where you guys live." Jason growls, but nobody on the plane is intimidated. "I know where you sleep."

"If you wake up Lian that's your mistake to deal with." Roy points at Jason threateningly, before moving over to join the others in Go Fish. "Good luck with that."

"Me not scared." Bizarro continues trying to shuffle Roy in but failing, "Me cuddle, if Hood wants. Big spoon, little spoon, me okay with both, Hood warm, very comfy."

"Do not threaten me with a good time." Artemis picks up, successfully shuffling Roy in and smirking. "Not when you have a Phantom to puzzle through."

"Are you hitting on me again?" Jason squints at her, feeling like he's gotten some kind of inkling, but the water's all muddy so it's hard to see. "Didn't we establish we could never work because I'm not into pet play?"

"OUT OF IT, TODD." Roy loudly yells over Artemis' response to that, slamming down a pair of Kings. "Summon Phantom to ask him about his fucking species, what the fuck ever, just leave me OUT of it!"

Dear Darcy...

Another AU borne from the HHD server--Touch-starved DoM with identity shenanigans. Follow here on AO3!

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It isn't until well into their acquaintanceship that Jason notices something odd about Phantom.

That's not exactly true—Jason noticed it on their third mission together in a passing thought, but decided to not care about it on account of all the bullets and daggers being thrown at him and his team at the time.

Phantom is an ally, of sorts. A consult, perhaps, Jason doesn't really know.

It's hard to really say when they still don't really know what he does.

Though, again, that's not exactly true—Jason supposes it's more accurate to say they still don't really know what he can't do.

They go to him when the supernatural is involved, introduced to them via Zatanna when Jason expressed an adamant dislike of needing to ask JL Dark for anything (needing to ask Bruce for anything).

The ghost, a big name in the so called Realms world, is friendly and happy to help most of the time. He's a delight to work with in Jason's book, seeming to use his so-called ghost sense to read the room empathically—filling in the spaces when the quiet is too dark for the team, trailing behind silent as a shadow when even breathing is too loud, staying mostly out of the way and chiming in when necessary.

It helps that if shit hits the fan, Phantom can do something about it—it helps that that's the only time Phantom will ever butt in.

The Outlaws, Jason, is still to raw to handle playing nice, but Phantom makes it easy.

Phantom makes it effortless.

It makes Jason's gut roil in ways he's not sure how to deal with, beyond shooting it.

Either way, Jason, Red Hood, isn't supposed to be here in the Realms.

It's not that he's not allowed, per say, it's just that he wasn't exactly invited to this particular corner and Jason's a Bat, sure, but even he knows the supernatural have rules.

Jason was trying to summon Phantom for a quick mission, an in and out kind of deal that may or may not have had a cult involved in it that made Jason a little leery.

Except the summons was denied, which can happen sometimes when Phantom is busy.

Only instead of the circle simply going dark, like usual, Jason got pulled in instead.

So now he's here, in what he assumes to be Phantom's lair.

It's nice, the lair, if a little dark and mood-lighted. It has a dome-like structure, with stars and constellations all over like a planetarium. There's even one of those big ass telescopes peeking out the roof like one, though it seems to only point outwards towards the green of the Realms. Symbolic, or decorative in nature.

There's bookshelves of astrology and astronomy and all sorts of science and space related things littered throughout the shelves. Every now and then the stacks of books are interrupted with some kind of LEGO space creation, or a miniature of a rocket, or some of those weird weapons Phantom sometimes pulls out.

There's a work area, neat and messy at the same time, with a work table and a large toolbox drawer set. Metal detritus is piled neatly next to it, a project or two laid out under a heavy dark blue cloth on the table to keep it from getting dusty or be moved around if Jason has to guess.

In another area, there's living room-like space with a big monitor and beanbags and soft chairs surrounding it, typical of a college dorm room-esque gaming set up. Just beside it there's a large computer that hums softly, a picture of a female werewolf acting as a screensaver.

In yet another, there's a gathering of plants of many varieties growing this way and that. Jason spots a couple he recognizes from his run-ins with Pamela, and spots a copious amount of plants he doesn't recognize of this Earth. Ghost plants, he's assuming, from the glow of them.

There is even, curiously, one of those "at-home" basketball games that can fold away reminiscent of the ones you can see at the arcade with a couple miniature basketballs. Beside it, some kind of sleek mechanical looking surfboard rests against the wall in metallic reds and black with another toolbox set hidden just behind where it leans.

The kitchen area has a fridge that's absolutely covered in magnets from all over the world, a picture in crayon that is disconcertingly good pinned up here or there signed by someone named Ellie.

And then, of course, the main draw at the center of the room: a bed of sorts, stacked with pillows and blankets and assorted plushies of varying sizes.

Buried within is Phantom himself, huddled up in a nest of pillows and breathing heavy, angelic face flushed green the way a human would in fever. Jason, for the first time since meeting the halfa, truly wonders extensively how much the he isn't telling them.

Which brings Jason back to the odd thing.

Well, the odd thing that Jason is focusing on right now:

Phantom, contrary to his self-proclaimed ghostly nature, is very solid.

More than that, he's very, utterly, alive.

It's all the more apparent when Jason takes off one of his gloves to feel Phantom's forehead, the way Bruce would when Jason was Robin.

The way Jason wishes he could with his family.

Jason realizes, with the kind of starkness that comes from a photo flipbook of memories cascading through him, that he's never touched Phantom before. Not skin to skin or outside of a spar, and never like this.

He realizes, as the pocket book extends to not just him but his team-mates as well, that Phantom's never touched anyone before.

Always hovering just 6 feet away, like quarantine.

Like the depth of a grave.

Phantom is not quite hot to the touch, as Jason expects he would be. He had suspected a fever, of a sort. But he supposes it makes sense that a ghost would run cold, considering.

In the first place, Jason's not sure what possessed him to touch the ghost—he doesn't even have a baseline temperature to compare to so there's no real point.

He's not sure what possessed him to think this was okay, touching an ally like this without consent.

Not when his touch has never been welcomed, especially not when he's Red Hood.

He's just about to pull his hand away, careful not to wake the ghost, when Phantom starts to purr.

It rattles through him, like it's not used to being let out, as Phantom nuzzles at the tips of Jason's fingers.

As if Jason's touch was wanted, as if it comforts the ghost, as if Phantom wants nothing more.

As if this very hand didn't burn buildings to the ground, didn't shoot men into the fathoms, didn't carry bloody duffle bags, didn't fucking hurt hurt hurt.

Jason withdraws his hand carefully, gliding as gently as he can manage, breathing slow and deep.

He's been trained bloody enough to know pulling back in knee-jerk reaction can give things away.

He does not want Phantom to know he touched him.

Jason puts his glove back on, tight and unforgiving, and steps back.

He flexes his hand once, twice. Shakes it, before forcefully relaxing every muscle, trying to melt away the cold traces of Phantom's skin on his.

He clears his throat once, twice a little harsher, until Phantom mewls and blinks glowing green eyes up at him. His gaze is hazy with fever, soft like feathers, child-like in confusion.

And here, another odd thing Jason has not noticed until now:

When did Phantom's Lazarus green eyes become comforting?

When did Phantom's watery green eyes become forgiving?

[crabopank]

The Perfect Court AU #3 (smol)

Random details while I'm still writing Ichirou fanfic

Riko calls Nathaniel "Nate" or "Four" ("Three" in the past) on rare occasions, but it usually his full name. Nathaniel called him Ricky when they were children, and sometimes it slips out in response to "Nate". For some reason, Riko never commented on this.

Kevin and Jean call him "Nat" aside from constantly calling him a child.

Kevin has his usual "Kev".

Jean shares with me the curse of having no name shortenings, but I will fight for Nathaniel and Jean calling each other mon cher.

Andrew calls Nate Neil. Aaron calls him Nail. "Junkie" is for Kevin and Neil, "Jean-Valjean" was for Jean until he gets to know him better and Jean was switched to Junkie too.

Andrew calls Riko "onesie" and "mini-one", which evolved into "minivan".

I like the idea of Nicky calling Nathaniel Natty. Hello Natty lets go party sorry I sneezed, what was it?

Kevin gets flamed up on TV every time the interviewer refers to Nat as the "Junior" after the truth about Nathan came to light.

Ichirou only calls Nathaniel by his full name.

Nathaniel calls Ichirou "My Lord" only in public, in private he uses no names and just goes with "You". Calling Ichirou by given name feels as trespassing, while "My Lord" feels as fake obedience. Nathaniel never asks about it, Ichirou never corrects.

Kevin: are you okay?; Nat & Jean: I'm fine/I AM JEAN MOREAU-; Kevin: for fuck's sake

The reason Riko decided to give Nathaniel the "death" number 4 is not just because of Nathaniel's personality. That decision was made after he accidentally almost killed Nathaniel. It's a reminder on Nathaniel's cheek - he is mortal. He can be cut too deep, and there will be no fun after.

Ichirou and Nathaniel met when they were 15 and 10, At the day Nathan had a deal to sold Nathaniel. Ichirou wasn't aware of the deal, and assumed Nathaniel is heir of Wesninski and is destined to become his right arm. Nathan took his son with him, only to prevent Mary to runaway with him.

Ichirou and Nate share an instant connection, almost supernatural mutual understanding, which makes Nathaniel the best man for the position of Ichirou's future right hand.

Ichirou x Nathaniel can be read as a ship, but until Nathaniel is at least 20+ or even 30 they both mostly go about it as a professional relationship and maybe as very distant and affectionless friendship. Until late teens, Ichirou mostly saw Nathaniel and go "Oh god here goes 2 hours of exy talk, no one told me establishing a future professional loyalty is so annoying I hate kids omfg" you know. Like every other 17 boy.

Their interactions are very direct in private (in public Nathaniel is expected to behave as an inferior, subordinate, tho it's not like Ichirou makes him to) since there's no way to hide any emotional reaction's from each other, so they do not bother.

Nathaniel was a little child when they met, so he handled the situation intuitively until he got older, then he demanded an explanation and a clear statements about their relationship.

The "Riko" on Nathaniel's back appeared soon after the "almost killed Nathaniel" incident. Riko was surprised and furious when Ichirou visited Nate in person, and even more furious when he told Riko and Jean to get out to talk to Nathaniel privately. He had a possessive breakdown and "branded" Nathaniel shortly after.

Riko has a way to directly contact Ichirou, tho it's heavily implied he can not do that without a very, very important reason. They basically never interacted since childhood and until Riko asked him to save Nate. Imagine his reaction to Ichirou getting to Evermore in person to talk, and not even to Riko or Tetsuji, but to Nathaniel himself.

[chaos-interwoven]

been listening to Howl by F+TM on repeat and i cannot stop thinking about an au of jerejean where they’re a vampire and priest in training

and i know, i know, that the initial instinct is to make jean the vampire because he’s tall and lanky and pale with his black hair and his grey eyes. but im saying resist that instinct. imagine jeremy as the vampire. think of eternal youth and beauty. think of cunning and charm. think of endless lust and seduction. do you see it? jeremy who had a strained relationship with his family turned broken when he became a vampire. jeremy having hookup after hookup because somehow he is even more attractive now and he has simultaneously lost everything and gained the world.

and jean. jean being in seminary school in france, pursuing priesthood like his family wishes of him. catholicism being all he has ever known and any other future being something he wouldn’t dare to whisper even in his dreams. jean burying and burning his sexuality and turning to god over and over and over again. jean with so much religious guilt. jean who’s communication is almost only with priests and those training to be priests, maybe by requirement, maybe by choice and self-censorship.

and one day, they encounter each other. maybe jeremy is boldened by his immortality and thinks it would be fun and harmless to seduce a priest in training out of his religious order. to make him betray his training and himself. but jean is not who jeremy thought he would be. he makes jeremy feel human and alive in a way he hasn’t felt since turning. he makes jeremy want and want deeper than a silly little experiment to fuck with someone’s life. he wants jean for more than that, on a deeper level than that. he wants him for eternity but he won’t accept yet that because surely that myth of vampires and true mates and mating for life was just a stupid tale. and jean find temptation in jeremy that he has never had before. it’s too much for him to bury. it thrums in his veins.

and so the two dance around each other. scandalous and secretive and ridden with jean’s guilt and jeremy’s denial. there are only so many excuses jeremy can keep making to show up at the church and around it. jean sees through them but allows them anyway because even on fake religious pretense, at least he is able to see jeremy. but it builds and builds and builds. and one night, jean stumbles upon jeremy feeding on someone. and suddenly he knows jeremy’s secret and instead of being scared or disgusted, he feels something awaken inside him. a beast clawing at his chest to be let out. he feels feral and overflowing with desire. he has the urge to hunt jeremy even knowing how his frail mortality holds up to jeremy’s supernatural form.

but he doesn’t know what to do with that. and jeremy is afraid he has ruined everything, feels for the first time since turning that this really is a curse not a blessing. so they try to stay away from each other. jeremy skips town and they each think that’s the last they will see of the other. until, jean’s taking a trip to rome with his school. it’s a requirement to pilgrimage to the four major papal basilicas after intensive years of study. and to pay a trip to the vatican and meet with the pope. and who’s in the city but jeremy himself. but this time when they encounter each other — jeremy having picked up a tendency to visit churches because he cannot get jean out of his head — jean isn’t so willing to let jeremy go or ignore his urges.

jean goes out looking for jeremy, sneaking out to look for the vampire and finds him feeding once again. jeremy doesn’t notice he’s there until jean puts a hand on his shoulder and when he does, he sees jean has gotten blood on him and feels his fangs extend even further which is not something he thought possible. and he wants, he wants, he wants but he can’t ruin jean the way he himself is ruined. so he tries to run but jean won’t let him. jean chases him, grabs him and as they crash together, sinks his teeth into jeremy’s neck. he knows he’s merely human. he knows he doesn’t have fangs. but the urge to bite is stronger than he knows what to do with and he cannot think of a reason to resist it. jeremy is shocked but around a moan, sinks his own teeth into jean, finally tasting the blood of the man who has consumed his waking thoughts for so so long and turning him into a vampire as well. and as jean turns, they can both feel it in their veins. the way they are meant to be together. not just now, but for eternity.

there are honestly so many lyrics that work for this idea but what sticks out the most is this and it’s jean to jeremy:

“If you could only see the beast you've made of me / I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free / The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound / I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground”

[ghouljams]

ghoul may i have some movie recs pls

I just watched "Oddity" which was a very good horror whodunit with a splash of the supernatural, really fantastic pacing and narrative style. "Barbarian" is truly one of the best horror movies I have watched in the last year, fantastic highly recommend, wish i could talk about this movie with people without spoiling the whole thing. "Cuckoo" also very good, I truly did not see the twist coming but it was genuinely a thrilling ride start to finish.

I just realized I dont know if I have watched a non-horror movie in the last six months, uh...

"Lupin the third and the Castle of Cagliostro" with the original dub is one of my favorite movies of all time, but I am a big Lupin fan generally and adding Miyazaki to the mix is just my perfect movie. Also the animation feels so warm and cozy, I could recite this movie by heart i have watched it so many times.

"Rocketman" thank you Elton John I also wanted to see Taron Egerton get fucked to your hits.

"Mama Mia" my go-to "I'm sad" movie because I fucking love Abba to a point where it isn't even funny.

The first "John Wick" movie because it fucking SLAPS, the music, the fight scenes, the way Keanu Reeves press checks a gun in the middle of a club with a single fluid motion... I love that movie. If you want a fun action movie this is it, if you want to dissect what is clearly an exploration of the five phases of grief through the lens of a modern fairy tale this is the series for you. Mr. Ghoul always tells me it isn't that deep but it IS.

One last horror "Dave built a Maze" is like 75 minutes and it is truly a fantastical take on the existential horror genre that I dont want to call it fantasy or horror. Its one of those movies that is good for people who dont like horror because it knows its silly and doesnt shy away from it. Go in blind and thank me later.

[dollyfetti]

“excuse me, miss?”

you turn around, startled by the gravelly, yet soft voice behind you. standing there is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, even under the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital.

“yes?” you hum, blinking gently with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he inhales, eyes uncertain like a deer caught in headlights. “do you.. know where the bathroom is?”

you pause, your gaze drifting toward the hallway as you think for a moment. “i think it’s down that hall? i’m pretty sure, yeah..!” you gesture with a point of your finger.

he nods, but his gaze doesn’t follow your point. he’s still looking at you. intense, like you’re the center of his world.

“thank you,” he murmurs.

you smile again with a reassuring nod, your expression warmer than intended.

“hey, um—” his voice falters as he takes a step closer, his presence suddenly feeling all too real. “do you know a.. dean winchester by any chance?”

you ponder for all of two seconds before apologetically shaking your head. “i don’t, i’m sorry.”

his face falls. like a piece of him is slipping away.

he starts to panic, even though he knew this was destined to come. castiel told him, sam told him, bobby told him.

“really?” his voice suddenly cracks, catching you off guard. "he’s— he’s… the love of—" he cuts himself off with a frustrated huff, looking down at the floor. it’s not worth telling you. your memory is gone. destroyed.

you hear the rawness in his voice, the desperation he’s fighting to keep tucked away. your breath catches as you watch him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears now.

“the love of your life?” you murmur gently— god, always so gentle.

he lets out a small bitter laugh, but it’s barely there. he swallows, the sound thick in his throat.

“yeah.” he says, voice shaky but determined to play along. “sure, yeah.”

a wave of sympathy rises within you, one you’ve always given to those who seem like they need it the most. and there it is, that stupid face filled with sorrow you gave to people no matter their problem, big or small.

“where is he?”

dean stares hard, his gaze unwavering, as though your eyes might hold him together for all of eternity.

"he’s lost.”

[egophiliac]

have you been keeping up with gozyuger? it's just... truly wild to watch

OKAY I'm finally caught up! and...wild is an understatement, huh! getting some real Donbros energy off of this one (in the best of ways though really) (just all kinds of super weird and super fun! 💍) (...also the blue ranger might have murdered a child?) (I mean probably not) (they wouldn't. but.) (what if)

I'm especially fond of Bouquet and Fire Candle, just because they encapsulate the two modes of my brain at any given moment

[brunchcorpse]

I think its absolutely hilarious that Dean and Castiel go through inhuman amounts of trauma over the course of a decade plus, and somehow they still arent the human x angel ship on the show that has gone through the most detrimental mind bending shit. Michael and Adam were literally trapped in hell together alone for over 1000 years and they walked out the other side healthier than Dean and Cas could ever possibly be. Iconic really

[camlannpod]

HI HELLO ME I DO ok let's do this

Trans Masc Representation in Audio Fiction

Spirit Box Radio by @hangingslothcentral - so Eira who writes, sound designs, composes and performs all the Hanging Sloth shows is a trans guy, but also SBR's protag is explicitly a trans guy. The other shows: Not Quite Dead and Remnants don't explicitly have trans male protags but are entirely voiced by Eira. Clockwork Bird is fun for gender reasons in the same way Frankenstein is. Go listen!

@eelerschoice ! Is both written by a trans person, Dr Lou Sutcliffe, and one of its leads is our beloved B Narr, who you may know from The Silt Verses. Also it's a creepy ocean horror story. What's not to love!

@theholmwoodfoundation is both co-written by a trans man, Fio Trethewey, AND has a major character who is a trans man - namely Van Helsing's grandson, which is delightful to me. Also Mina Harker is possessing a trans woman and they're both being lovely about it, so bonus points.

@nightshiftpodcast has a lead who is a queer man played by a trans man, and the story is an urban fantasy about his enemies to lovers romance with a guy who is essentially the PR man for urban fantasy Meta. It's so much and I love it so much god bless.

Love and Luck by Passer Vulpes productions is a love story between two men, one of whom is played by a trans man and wheelchair user. It's a very sweet magical realist / light urban fantasy about the queer community in Melbourne, Australia. Extra points because the two leads are played by irl husbands Lee Davis-Thalbourne and Erin Kyan, which is charming to me.

Kind of a deep cut but The Blood Crow Stories Season 2 is a wild west horror story that stars a trans man and it makes me really happy listening to a wild west 1800s setting where a badass outlaw lady gives a guy rags for his monthly bleed without making a big deal of it.

Moonbase Theta Out by @monkeymanproductions has a morally grey (french!) trans guy antagonist from S2 onwards and it's like, A Whole Thing. Also in general a buttload of excellent queer rep including the show's leads from S1, a person who figures out they're non binary, and their husband.

@iriscasefiles stars Brian Jeeter, one of the core cast of a motley crew of space rebels and outlaws, he's a xenolinguistics specialist married to a non-binary alien called Krejjh, it's delightful, he's delightful, they're currently releasing their third and final season!

@dosafteryou is a fucked up and toxic love story between a trans guy and essentially a god? It is tasty and terrifying and very fun, bonus points for being written by a trans guy too, about out to David Orion.

@folxlorepod is a smorgasbord anthology of queer horror stories, including episodes with trans masc protagonists. It's generally full of queer and trans joy and also wrath, and is made by a queer and trans team. You should check it out!

There are more but I am currently at a train station so can't do proper research. I think Evelyn Glass in @pasitheapowder is trans? And the very definition of haunting the narrative. Also I'm sure The Pilgrimage Saga by @starstrider-productions must have a trans dude protag but I cannot remember (it definitely has one of my favourite trans women in all of fiction.) I'm also sure @innbetween has trans guy protags but I cannot remember which series. I suspect The Gospel of Haven has a trans guy protag too but needs more research.

One thing that makes me sad is I can't think of shows with trans guys of colour as protags. I'm sure they exist, hopefully folk can recommend some.

Happy listening!

(Also a heads up that whilst a popular fanon for the eldritch demon John Doe in Malevolent is that he's a trans man, the creator has explicitly clarified that none of the show's protagonists are textually queer or trans. Still, if you want to have fun Supernatural-style, you absolutely can.)

does anyone have any audio drama recommendations that have prominent characters that are trans men/masc? (That aren’t Hello from the Hallowoods, The Silt Verses, or Camp Here and There)