#*! cas needs to stop talking. ( OOC. )

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Seeing how close Casimir was to reaching back out to him, only to hesitate, and draw back, Mace couldn't help but frown. A little more, a little further, and he could have convinced himself it was but an indulgence, an action he couldn't avoid. His gaze lingered, but eventually was captured by what was being spoken.

He huffed a soft laugh, one that captured the slightest hints of a somber mood. Casimir shouldn't even be considering a wish for something like that. Not without knowing what kind of person he really was, that he could never escape from being.

"The past is the past, all that matters now is that we look into the future. There's plenty of hope out there for you." He mumbled softly, allowing Casimir the quiet environment to think with no inturruptions, so he could truely express his desires and his determination through these penned words.

Leaning forward slightly to watch the writing of the letter, the smooth glide of the pen across the page, he stayed sat in silence, fighting the urges to bolt and also sink into the ground simultaneously.

Mace felt his face grow warmer at all of the affirmations being directed at him. First, Casimir was saying that Mace was a 'dear friend' to him, and now that he was 'glad to have met him', and 'lucky to consider him a friend'? ...Just what had he allowed himself to do?

On the surface, he was flustered by the sweet notions, looking away with a light red hue over his cheeks, not quite knowing how to handle them, but deep down, he was scared. He wanted to voice reciprocation, try and decieve Casimir for a little longer, that he surely wouldn't ever regret meeting him, letting him in, but the words were stuck in his throat, they wouldn't budge.

He stared at the sealed envelope, and all it held, what it meant, then glanced at Casimir. ...Surely, just for a little while, he could be selfish. Until this sense of forboding went away, he told himself. Once Casimir had finished addressing it, Mace slumped against Casimir's side, leaning onto him, resting his head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Even if a little uncomfortable for him, it felt... nice. Warm.

Despite Casimir's words from earlier, he felt an unbridled urge to apologise suddenly wash over him. Apologise for all the misfortune he brings and is involved with, apologise for being so out of touch, so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings, apologise for not knowing quite how to express anything meaningfully personal quite right, apologise for having even having made himself a part of Casimir's life, despite how much Mace seems to mean to him.

A breathless 'sorry' under his breath would have to do. One that could be interpreted countless ways, had it even been heard. No one but him would understand the true meaning those five letters held, their crushing weight.

(...open!!!! Idk if anyone has any kind of interest in this arc as it slowly plays out but.)

A tall, elegant seeming young man wandered through the halls of Diasomnia, clearly on a mission. He seemed to take in his surroundings with a sense of wonder and fascination glimmering in his eyes, but said nothing as he observed.

Eventually, he seemed to take a turn down the first year wing, an odd sight for someone who was clearly a young adult.

He stopped by a room at the end of the hall, checking the number on the door before knocking.

"Casimir. Would you be so kind as to open the door?" The man asked in a monotonous voice, his expression devoid of any sort of emotion.

[dorcass-meadowes]

Heyo. A little bit abt me!

Name: Dorcas Meadowes. (If anyone calls me Cas except for my Marls I will personally smother you with your pillow.)

House: Slytherin 5th year

Age: 15..

Status: Beautiful.. that's all you need to know..

Ppl I know(ish):

@iwillmoonyou @alizardsusername - You need to stop studying so much Remus. [In a relationship with Sirius]

@siriusly-fantastic @thelesbiannextdoor- I like Remus better but he's ok... ig.. [With Remus]

@pandoras-box-of-crystals @theduchessr - She's cool ig.. she likes to predict futures and hang out with Sybill. [With Lily]

@hi-i-am-lily @werewolfadmirer - She's harping too much abt James.. like all the time.. plz shut up.. but the bad kind.. she talks on and on abt Panda tho.. she loves her [With Pandora]

@mary-had-a-little-lamb @sunflowerscloudydays - I love you gurl! Have a good summer!

@my-fathers-worst-creation @whatonearthisgoingon - da bomb... love ya Barty! [With Regulus]

@thepotionprince @larapluma - Lily's bff.. wait.. ARE you guys still friends? [With James]

@regtv @aiexh - low-key scary.. love ya tho [With Barty]

@trix-black - scary as well.. but less so than Reg.

@prongs-from-cabin7 @hey-look-at-the-stars -cool? [With Severus]

@abbabutlikeclassicrock @blitzstoneshouldbecanon - MY MARLS!!! if she ever broke up with me I would throw myself off the astronomy tower... [see you soon babe😘]

@evan-a-rosier @hey-look-at-the-stars - Evan Rosier... yes.. ive heard if you.. msotly from Pandora she absolutely adores you [With Peter]

@miss-fortescue - Alice! (Cissy never and I mean never shuts up abt u! [With Narcissa]

@no-i-dont-talkalot @alizardsusernameardsusername - I've never met Lucinda nor heard of her before.. who is she again?

@ratwithawormtail @mikeywaysbass - Idrk.. never met Peter.. sounds ok tho [With Evan]

I@miss-cissa-black @theduchessr - Cissy!! [With Alice]

(OOC: lmk if I messed smthin up.. thx!)

[thatonetohmasimp]

Dom Morax x sub male reader x sub childe smut

"If I have to stop what I'm doing you won't be able to walk for the next week"

"Behave"

Warning: choking degrading spanking name calling(slut whore baby little one) oral dirty talking begging breeding ooc I think also! Smut writin by a minor

Childe reader zhongli

Sorry if this is terrible 👍

Do not read if you do not like smut I can't really tell you what to do so you've been warned 🤷‍♀️

"W-wait! Slow down!.." What's happening what got you in this situation your in well my dear reader let's go back to the past

You and childe were feeling really needy today but you two couldn't pleasure each other Without permission from morax himself but he was working right now and

You couldn't bother him during his work or y'all would be in trouble but you two couldn't wait any longer so you two went to his office and knocked on the door "come in" you two heard through the door so childe opened the

Door and walked in and zhongli was facing the other way Sitining in his chair "what do you to need I'm busy right now" he said as he looked at the two of you out of the corner of his eye

"Well... We were wondering if we ca-" you were cut off by him "no" is all he said "but I didn't get to say it" "you don't need to finish what you were saying the answer is no" he said coldly

But you two didn't give up so you two decided to push a little so you walk over to him and nuzzle the nape of his neck placing light kisses on his neck zhongli let out a low growl as a warning but you didn't care and kept

Going childe came up and started to rub zhongli down there starting a nice pace you started to kiss up zhongli neck moving up to his jaw line but soon zhongli grabbed hold of your neck

Your eyes widen by the sudden force of submission childe soon after stop his pace and looked at the two of you "Stop" he demanded the both of you "I swear If I have to stop what I'm doing you two won't be able to walk for the next week" he said coldly

Both you and childe's eyes widen at the sudden out burst but you two decade to listen for now but you two didn't give up soon later you two did it again but this time you got under his desks and between his legs

Looking up at him with need and lust "little one what are you doing" he ask with a raised brow but you don't answer pulling out his cock gently wrapping your hand around it stroking it up and down slowly putting it in his mouth soon low grunts are heard from the tall male

"Behave little one" he said with a low quiet growl soon childe came and grabbed zhongli Chin and faced him and slowly started to kiss him but zhongli grabbed his neck and pulled away glaring daggers at the other male

Grabbing the hair of the other male pulling him off his cock getting up from where he was sitting "since you two don't want to behave and be two little whores and not listen I'll give you two attention" he said as

He pushed your head back on his cock making you choke and gag on it bobbing your head up and down slowly going faster as he goes on moaning sending vibrations down his cock soon after cuming down your throat

He pulls out "swallow" he said sternly you obeying his order you swallow all of it hanging with your mouth open panting heavily zhongli then grabbed childe by his wrist dragging him down by his cock right next to you "suck" he said as he grabbed childe by his hair pushing him down

Childe then open's his mouth as he was aggressively pushed down bobbing his head up and down this continues on until he feels a very warm liquid feel his mouth childe then swallow's it all childe's head is then lifted off of the men's bick zhongli then gets up pulling childe up and then sitting him down in the chair

Zhongli then starts taking off childe's pants moving them aside zhongli then puts childe's legs on his shoulders lining up at his hole he then slides in slowly stopping only after he was all the way in making sure it doesn't hurt childe then moves his hips forward signalling for the male to start moving.

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Now one this is shit I know it is but like it like a just a bit once I actually get more ideas on how I want to continue this I might 🥲👍

[soft-pine]

jack

hello. this is in part a reply to "not ghost anon" from a few days ago and in part a reply to someone on twitter and in part just something i have been meaning to say for a long time. but the nuance here matters a lot and i've been wary of attempting something so delicate. but i don't want to make claims that I can't articulate and back up so here we go.

i think the vast majority of issues around jack come from very different fundamental understandings of who and what he is. and i think this issue comes from inconsistent narrative in a way that i really don't usually complain about on spn which contributes to why i'm hesitant to talk about it. because i LIKE canon. i consider very very very little of the show ooc so it bums me out a little not to be able to do a fully consistent reading of jack's characterization. (the other issues with jack's arcs are people not watching the whole show, relying on fanon, and just wanting to villainize dean. but i'm not addressing those here.)

so what do i mean about who and what jack is? well, a lot of people read jack as just a kid in an adult's body - essentially a two/three year old child. and look, if that's your read of him, that's fine. and if that is the case, of course dean was wildly out of line in almost every interaction with him. of course dean's behavior was abusive. if you see jack that way, i'm really not trying to argue with you. and we can happily end all conversations here.

however, if we do keep talking, i would say i don't read him that way because i think there is enough data and messiness in canon to trouble that simple a reading of jack - and the moral implications that go along with it.

to me this boils down to two things to examine the implications of: 1. jack's own actions and, 2. the way all other characters treat him.

jack begins acting before he's born. in 12.19, he stops kelly from killing herself. at the time, cas tells her, "what your child did, that's a testament to his power, but it's not proof of some goodness. he needs you alive." it's never revealed if jack knew what he was doing in that moment or simply had enough power and life instinct to react. but he did act.

along those lines, one thing that always frustrates me is that kelly and cas' visions are never circled back to. what did they see in 12.19 that made them both so adamant that jack be born with his powers and who is responsible? the indication we get from the script is that the visions were specific (at least to cas) in a way that implies telepathic access to and an advanced understanding of who he is, who he cares about, and what he wants. dean describes seeing cas effected by the vision as cas being "sock-puppeted" and that it made it so dean "did not recognize the guy staring back at [him]" (12.20). (while i personally theorize that chuck is responsible for those), the show never gives us much more than the concerning implication that it's jack.

in 13.01, jack says, "my mother, she said castiel, he would keep me safe. she said the world was a dangerous place. that's - that's why i couldn't be a baby or a child. i… that's why i had to grow up fast. that's why i chose him to be my father." now there's a lot to unpack from this. off the top, we learn that pre-birth, jack was able to understand and act out things based on what his mother believed and/or communicated to him. he understood enough of her thoughts and feelings, for example, to choose cas as his father. he also understood enough of her concerns about the world, to chose to be born as the young adult he appears as. it's clear from kelly and cas' preparations for him in 12.23, that she was expecting a baby but jack choses to be born more grown up.

we have two other examples in supernatural of beings that grew up exceptionally fast: emma and amara. emma was born and grew up into a teenager in the span of a few days but when she encounters sam & dean, she has the maturity (for lack of a better word) of the age person she appears to be. she speaks and thinks and acts like a teenager, not a newborn baby. amara, on the other hand, took longer to grow up in the body she chose but though she was a being who existed before time, she took on the characteristics of the ages she appeared to be up to and including when she became a full adult. the common thread here though is despite the speed at which they aged, they both did fully grow up in that time.

that doesn't mean that is necessarily what happened to jack. but it does seem for the most part to be how the show, and all the people around him, and he himself acts.

whatever criticisms you might have about dean not treating jack like a kid, it's always been a bit of an annoyance of mine when other people's actions are ignored or minimized. for example, sam, mary, cas, and au bobby all encourage jack to go on hunts and to train (both with his powers and without them after lucifer takes his grace). sam is consistently more supportive of jack hunting than dean is. (not to harp on my notes document but the "Parenting Jack" and "Others Hunting" tabs both have relevant numbers about where pressure and approval is coming from in terms of Jack hunting and Dean, out of all Jack's dad's, does the least. I'm totally open to things I've missed so do let me know but...). mary and au bobby go farther than that and in fact let jack guide many of their missions and troop movements in apocalypse world (13.20). (personally that always sticks out to me as one of the most concerning issues because even if jack fully is the maturity of the age he appears, he should not be put in that position at all.) in 13.23, it's sam that prays to jack to come save them from apocalypse world michael. and it's cas who instructs jack to keep his deal with the empty secret from sam and dean (14.09).

jack himself doesn't act like a toddler and specifically rejects being babied. in 13.02, he picks up a beer and drinks it confidently. in 14.06 he asks for advice on having sex. he consistently wants to hunt and in apocalypse world, fight.

now i'm not saying you have to accept all of the above as okay. it's pretty common for kids to want to do things they aren't ready for. but everyone in his life - from cas to sam to mary to dean to au bobby treated jack as though he's a young adult, old enough to hunt and make his own choices. i am wary of people who pick and choose who to blame in that regard.

next i want to dig into something even more unfortunately controversial perhaps. jack is powerful and that power is dangerous. his birth killed kelly (it's unclear how much control he did or didn't have over that but his actions resulted in her dying not when she chose to kill them both but only after he was born with all his powers). he opened a rift to another dimension before he was born. in 13.01 and 02 he involuntarily throws many people across rooms.

he didn't mean to hurt any of them, of course, but his attitude about these events troubles me. in 13.04 he says to mia, "it’s just, i… i’ve hurt people. i didn’t mean to. it was an accident. and i know i should feel bad, and i say i feel bad, but most of the time, i mostly… i don’t feel anything."

the culmination of his early struggles with his powers is accidentally killing someone in 13.06. rather than staying in the care and comfort offered by cas, dean, and sam, he intentionally throws them down while he flies away where he promptly pressures both derek and kaia into dreamwalking for him in a way that is painful and risky to them both. both of these actions strike me as a concerning shift into understanding how to use his powers and then choosing to exert that power over other people. his intentions may be good in that he wants to try to save mary but the way he goes about it doesn't sit right with me. (i also feel the need to point out the person who has been consistently urging (and on at least one occasion pressuring (13.03) jack to learn to use his powers to open the rift is sam.)

additionally concerning to me is the way jack attacks and nearly kills nate, the clerk, in 13.23 when he believes nate killed maggie. (some people may also criticize dean for shooting jack here. and if they do, i hope they can understand 1. it didn't hurt jack, only stopped him from killing nate and 2. sam tases jack in 13.01)

this brings us back to dean's much-critiqued comment in 13.02.: "if i’m right… and it comes to killing you… i'll be the one to do it." do i think that's a shitty thing to say, yes. do i think jack found it upsetting and scary, yes. do i think there was a much better way to articulate deans concerns, yes. do i wish that dean had been kinder to jack in those early days in general, yes.

but dean just is right that jack is powerful and that it has always been dean's job to try to hold powerful beings to account for their actions.

not to get too in the weeds into dean's perspective here but i want to remind people that dean's very recent previous experience with a being similar to jack was amara who did control dean in ways reminiscent of how jack seemed to control cas and kelly (which resulted in both their deaths). to act like dean shouldn't have taken the circumstances around jack's birth and the things jack had already done and shown himself capable of doing into account strikes me as unfair and unrealistic.

i understand what i'm saying is kind of a process critique but it matters. it matters because people claim that dean threatens jack that he'll kill him multiple times in those early days and that just isn't true. it matters because there is a difference in saying you will kill someone out of anger or revenge and telling someone with power that if they start harming people with it, you will be the one to stop them. it matters because dean literally cannot kill jack. he had no way to do so as it's clearly demonstrated in 13.01 that angel blades don't work. i'm not saying it's an empty threat or wouldn't be scary and affecting to hear or that dean didn't say to sam that he wanted to find a way to be able to kill jack. but when they have this conversation, jack is more materially powerful than dean.

i really understand why people are upset with what dean said but if we're gonna talk about it, i want to talk about what actually happened.

(i bring up anger or revenge because of 14.20 which i'm not gonna go deep into because it has been litigated to death. but just a brief reminder that jack was a) soulless, b) changing the fabric of the world, and c) indiscriminately killing people at the angel's command. and dean chose to try to kill him not out of vengeance but because god told him jack would literally destroy the world. (and killing jack will kill dean too which i feel like we dont talk about a lot))

the moral implications of jack being soulless is another whole can of worms (and i'll do another post on it if needs must) but it is at least clear from both sam and dean's past actions that stopping someone who has lost their soul and sense of morality from harming people is sometimes worth risking their life for (specifically i'm thinking of 6.11 and 10.03).

in conclusion, i think jack is a young person. he is a new creature with his own set of rules and ways of being in the complex supernatural universe. and i think he deserves to be treated with care, safety, respect, and accountability - as do we all!! but treating him as though he really is just a human toddler in a human adult's body flattens too much of the narrative for me to accept that reading.

i hope this has made some sense and registers as fair. i don't bring up the above examples of other people's behavior to bash them but to show that if the standard we're holding dean to is not treating jack like a toddler, then everyone else, including cas, falls deeply short as well. and i'm sick of having conversations with people who demand i take dean's actions deeply seriously and no one else's.

i must admit that looking at all the information about who and what jack is makes me a little dizzy and of course i wish it were simpler. i wish he got to be just a little kid and could be treated as just a little kid. but i can't assent to claims that penalize dean for not existing in a reality which simply doesn't exist.

ultimately my issues with jack's mistreatment are focused on chuck and the narrative at large. i think it's tragic in a show which has already established that hunters don't get to be kids and that sam & dean were both forced to grow up too quickly, that jack experiences that so acutely. and it's tragic that the show concludes with him taking on all the burdens of godhood. i feel like that reaffirms something hopeless and dark about the universe.

if you've stuck around this long, thanks for reading! i really am open to feedback and critique but i really don't want to be yelled at as though i'm being glib when i find all of this deeply agonizing.

[sundriving-glittery-wetcat]

I Hate ( A Life Without ) You

based off @stygianhearts TSATS!

After the cruel battle against Elijah, Helmeppo and Ryan REALLY need to dissect their feelings for the other. Ryan worried Helmeppo. Two gays. What else? Read Chapter 1 under the cut! :> TW: Mention of slavery, gore, death, explicit language, psychological trauma, and HOMOSEXUALS!!!!! i will use asterisks ( these *** little guys) to emphasize thoughts, cause i cant use italics sometimes. SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIC. guys read The Sun And The Sea by Stygianheart on AO3!! CHARACTES MAY BE OOC. YOUVE BEEN WARNNEED

When Ryan Vivero opened his eyes, he did *NOT* understand what was going on.

He hurt like hell, for starters. He was in a clean white room that had gifts stacked high on the bedside table. A beautiful melody came from.. a gramophone? It was a symphony, no doubt, and Ryan felt a weight on his leg, and he peered at what it was. He could only see a few strands of long blonde hair, courtesy of his thick bandages and blankets. Wincing, he pushed himself into a sitting position and stared down at a familiar annoying man who held gently to Ryan's hand, even in his sleep, like he was afraid the Marine would vanish.

Normally he despised being touched, but strangely enough he didn't mind Helmeppo. It was weird. As the lieutenant shifted, his blonde friend stirred and opened his eyes halfway at the sudden movement.

"What the hell are you doing, Pretty-Eyes?" His voice was rough and hoarse, and Ryan coughed slightly.

"oh." Helmeppo lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. He stared at Ryan with a wide-eyed gaze, black visor nowhere to be seen. "Oh. Ryan. Your- you woke up. You woke up." He repeated with the sort of expression Ryan had often seen on the family of soldiers who came out of surgery okay. A mix of joy, relief, and an aching pain.

" Duh." The other man rasped. " Wait- are you fucking crying?!" He yelped as Helmeppo's lip quivered slightly, sniffles following promtly.

"I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T GONNA WAKE UP! YOU ASSHOLE!" Tears started rolling down the blonde's face, and his sobbing was so hysterical, it surprised the medic he didn't make himself sick.

"Glad to know how to make you cry now." Ryan said dryly, inspecting the IV's in his arm. "Im very awake, thanks. Once you stop blubbering like your husband just died, fill me in on what the hell is happening."

"Why- why husband!?" Helmeppo hiccupped, still clutching Ryans hand.

"Theres no way your straight with how much you talk about my waist, you twink."

"Im not a twink! And its not my fault you wont admit to having a tiny waist!"

"It's intresting that you look at my waist. Seems kind-of gay, Pretty Eyes."

" SHUT- Shut up! Let me call Koby, he can explain better than me." Helmeppo's face turned pink and he turned away to dial Koby's snail number while Ryan snickered at his victory. "And calling my eyes pretty is gay-er!"

"So you ARE gay. " Ryan said as he tried to recall everything. He could only remember the little girl with the broken smile, despairing tears falling as she begged him to run. The bullets, tearing into her small body to rip her life away. The searing pain as shots fired at him, too. He gazed over at Helmeppo, recalling the way he'd screamed and held Ryan gently, even though he might've been trembling with rage. It suprised the redhead; he was taken aback by the despair he had seen in his eyes. "Wait- the kids. Cas. Did we-"

"The rotten bastard and his brother were caught. I need to go tell the doctor and Cas your awake, so heres the Transponder. Koby should be-"

*CA-LICK!*

"Hello? Vice-Admiral Koby speaking."

"Wait, VICE-ADMIRAL? How long have I been asleep?" Ryan stared in suprise as Helmeppo smiled and walked out to get a doctor, his eyes still watery.

"RYAN!? OW-! IM SO GLAD YOUR AWAKE!! " A loud crash came from Koby's end. "I was actually coming to visit you just now! Luffy, wait a second- don't bite m-" Rustling and indistinct voices echoed from the snail.

"you guys better not be fucking *making out* right now."

"WHAT???NO, WE ARENT- Luffy, did you just lick me."

"can you make out later and tell me what I missed?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"WE REALLY WERENT! I-" Koby sighed. " Yeah, okay, I'll catch you up. Im so glad your okay, though. "

"If you save all the sappiness until you get here, i'd appreciate it. Please." Ryan added, making a note to himself to be as nice to Koby as possible for the next few days. He could hear how worried Koby sounded, and couldn't help but feel unworthy of his concern.

"Yeah, sorry. Um.. Elijah is dead, he was killed by someone in Impel Down. Pretty gruesomely, but not enough to cover his sins. No matter what, it'll NEVER be enough." Koby's voice hardened and radiated venomous fury. "Albert is still alive in Level 6 as far as I know. 65% of the kids went with the Revolutionary Army, the other 35% were brought back to their families or re-homed. Caspian and Francis have been taken care of by Vice-Admiral Dylon, which is where they've been taking care of you for almost two years while you were in your coma."

"Son of a- I've BEEN COMATOSE FOR TWO YEARS!?" Ryan heard a suprised noise come from a cadet passing by and glared at them through the open door.

"Well.. a year and about 8 months actually?"

"No wonder my mouth is drier than Alabasta." He sighed, processing the information he'd been given. "Jesus. I'll see you when you get here. The doctors here."

"SEE YOU SOON, BRYAN!" He heard Luffy holler over Koby, and then hung up.

All of a sudden before he had time to recover, something flew at him and embraced him suddenly from the doorway.

"Hey, Cas." Ryan smiled down at the boy who had his face in the Marine's shoulder to stifle the small sobs that racked his body.

"DONT- DONT JUST DO THAT!" Caspian pulled back, running his sleeve across his wet face to scowl at the older man.

"Alright, alright. Let him breathe, Caspian. Helmeppo, help Ryan stand up." A stern-looking doctor snipped. With a huff, the kid slid off the bed as Helmeppo awkwardly glanced at him.

"Help me up, petty brat." The redhaired man sniffed.

"Oh, shut up, short-ass medic." Helmeppo retorted, sliding his arm carefully under Ryans' own as he slid off the bed. As soon as his feet hit the ground, his legs buckled under him.

Thankfully, the annoying blonde caught him before he faceplanted. But of course he just had to say,

"I think your even shorter than before, Bryan."

"im going to actually end you if you don't shut up." The medic glared at him.

"I'm terrified."

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FIRST CHAP LETS GOOOOOOOO

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Charlotte Morningstar-Magne

She wants to stop the yearly extermination by redeeming the Sinners of Pentagram City and grant them access to heaven. She’s compassionate, naive, and has a love for theatre. However, she isn’t stupid and won’t let others use her just because she’s the princess. I write Charlie is bi/pan and she has both her mother and father’s last names(AKA I really liked her original last name)

Alastor

An overlord of hell known as The Radio Demon. Despite the power he holds, he tones himself down for others who he considers his true friends. He has manners but uses them selectively. He is narcissistic but not reckless-Death date 1933. Alastor is asexual/demi-romantic. 

Angel Dust

Selfishly living in the Hazbin Hotel for free, Angel Dust is Hell’s best prostitute. He is reckless, even if it it means screwing someone else over. He can be playful and dangerous, he’s rude, vulgar, and very flirtatious-Death Date 1947. Angel is gay and I will portraying him with DID, he had it in life as well as death. Right now there are two alters, Angel Dust and Anthony. Angel is the Protector/Persecutor. Anthony is the memory holder Vox An overlord of hell and a savvy businessman, owner and CEO of VoxTek and a member of the Vees. Death date is the 1950’s and as a result, has major fucking beef with Alastor.  Vox is bi

Verses

swap AU 

where Charlie switches roles with Alastor, Angel will switch with Vaggie

2P,

where the character role is the same but personalities are swapped.

Say You’ll Remember Me?

The hotel is working a little too well, demons are doing the impossible at an impossible rate. Soon, Charlie and the hellborns will be the only ones left in pride. This will also feature redeemed characters.

Human AU

all characters are set in the time they died. There is going to be a modern AU as well for all characters.

Strawberry Al A more pink Alastor who’s less of an asshole outright. This will be an AU where he’s a yandere of sorts. He does in fact mostly mind his business in Cannibal Town and was working on being an Overlord for the power and security behind it but, made a deal with Lilith that fucked him over, he copes as well as he can  Still figuring out the details on this one so it’s in a test phase. The deal with Lilith is a running theory right now and until it is confirmed, it only applies to Strawberry Al

[morbidromantic]

okay but if they had kept that in there is no way!! s9 can go as it did, not believably. like i think s9 is already unbelievably ooc. dean would 100% choose whatever he thought was saving sam’s life, even if it meant doing something he didn’t want to do and kicking cas out. what he would not do is kick a friend out with no resources to support himself. dean knows hunger and food insecurity and homelessness and he would not put cas through that!! especially after saying i love you as a final goodbye and absolution, bloody and on his knees. so s9 would have to be totally restructured to include dean AT LEAST setting cas up in a safe house somewhere, which is what should’ve happened imo to begin with

[gotta-resisty]

OOC: Resisty Weekly News

This Week: Character development

Agent Overlord, @resisty-zim and @agnt-of-chaos , Dib, spent several days in @ukagaka-zim 's base while waiting for news on Agent Discord, @the-cooler-gaz . During this time, Dib discovered Zim wrote goodbye messages in case he died. Dib ended up crying over it while Zim was asleep and he put a blanket on Zim, which confused the Irken when he woke up.

The two ended up having many talks while they were there and made friends with both Ukagaka Zim and @ambassador-d1b , even being visited by @kneltnotbowed when Ambassador D1b turned into a vampire.

At one point, Zim thought Dib was asleep and put a blanket on Dib, though Dib was awake and didn't let Zim know.

Zim also found out that his base was currently raided by Irkens, so they didn't have a safe way to get home.

@agent-redblu , Kirreg, also thought it would be funny to play a prank on Dib and Zim and tell them Gaz was dead. Luckily, @commandor-lard-nar cleared it up.

Zim also tricked Dib into eating soup made from his own Irken tongue and Dib told Zim that Lard Nar took care of him and his sister as smeets which is why Lard Nar was so attached to him. This was information he got from deceased Tenn's PAK.

Meanwhile at HQ, the former Tallest now prisoner Purple confused a guard, @resisty-agent-fox , Sarshe, and spades flirted with her. Kirreg, Sarshe's friend, stopped by as well.

Zim and Dib got home safely and visited with Ambassador D1b and Ukagaka Zim a bit on HQ, and Dib got into a verbal fight with Gaz over her actions.

Agent P, @resisty-tak , took Gaz to Earth where she was treated for her wounds.

After Ukagaka Zim and Ambassador D1b left HQ, Zim spent some time on HQ waiting for a 30 Irken raid to leave his base, and he called Red to throw the Empire off his scent and make them believe he was on Conventia.

Right after that, he found evidence with Gaz's help to prove that Skoodge has a crush on him. This gave Zim an awful feeling, as not only did he not reciprocate Skoodge's feelings, but Skoodge had kidnapped Gaz with the intent of luring Zim to do something. But they didn't know what.

Dib talked to Zim about it a bit and they agreed to keep an eye on Gaz to make sure Skoodge didn't attack her again, but what they didn't expect was for Skoodge to target Dib next. While on his way to Earth, Dib was ambushed by Skoodge and kidnapped to another planet.

Luckily, Lard Nar and Zim were on top of things and rescued him before very long at all. Kirreg came as well and met an Irken and a Vortain that could be her parents. Then Zim and Dib went to Earth together so they could set up security to monitor Earth in case of Irken activity. And Gaz created a kill code to use against Skoodge so that he couldn't hurt anyone. Though she needed to run simulations to test it.

Dib and Zim had some fun teasing Purple and finding out he wasn't actually tall enough to be a Tallest. Gaz used her PAK programming knowledge she picked up as a Tallest pet to hack into Purple's PAK and remove control brain leftovers, which caused Purple to cough up blood and panic with Dib and Zim there. Zim begrudgingly looked at Purple's PAK, found two trackers similar to the one he has in his PAK, took them out, and let a medic deal with the rest of it.

Purple was fine, just fluffier.

Zim and Dib went together with Opal to Earth to run the simulations for Gaz and they were ambushed by Skoodge. Zim was drugged and Skoodge seemingly escaped, Dib waited for Zim to wake up before Zim went back to his ship and they prepared to go back to HQ.

But Skoodge was hiding in Zim's ship, drugged him again which caused his PAK to overheat and Dib managed to board Zim's ship and restrain Skoodge in time.

Zim and Dib rested in Dib's lab while waiting for Zim's PAK to cool down, and Zim accidentally triggered a sleeping gas bomb he left there and forgot about. They both ended up passed out in a pile on the ground and Dib ended up hugging and petting Zim in his sleep, which caused Zim to have a bit of a panic.

The panic was glorious, and when Dib woke up, he continued petting and hugging Zim to annoy him. Unfortunately for Zim, his antennae chirping and the fact that he started blushing purple alluded to the fact that he liked such affection. Dib had a lot of fun with that.

Tune in next week to find out what happens next.

[sinnabonka]

It’s spec time: Love always wins

(Okay, I promised it, I’m doing it, there’s no stopping me now.) 

For the last three days I’ve been all over the place emotionally, clinging to every post saying Cas is not dead dead, saying his story is not done, but then someone wrote the “but” post and, there I go again, down the bottomless pit of angst. 

I’ve been a Schrödinger believer for so long with this show, one can get used to it. 

I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, regarding whether Cas is coming back or not. We won’t know till we know ©

Ep 19 speculations here

But let's speculate!

Apparently, there's nothing better for me to do way past midnight on Saturday and on Sunday morning (when I’m writing this). 

What makes us think 15*18 might indeed be the end of Castiel’s story:

Everything the crew and Misha told us, officially, is pressing toward Cas dying permanently in this scene. “Proud ending”, indeed. 

Castiel’s story has the perfect symmetry this way, with the handprint, the “Hello, Dean” - “Goodbye, Dean”, and the whole “Dean Winchester is saved” theme.

He is smiling, while Empty takes him, he’s content with his sacrifice. 

Something about Castiel’s monologue didn’t sit right with me for some time. The whole point of happiness being not in having, but in being and saying, gave me an idea of it being the way writers say we can’t have Destiel, but we should be happy to know it’s real and to hear it said aloud after all those years. 

Supernatural had to be the story of two brothers and their journey, and Winchesters driving in the sunset is the most probable endgame we are gonna get. 

Even though all those points seem valid, we can’t trust any of it. 

Let me fix it for you:

It wouldn't be the first time the crew lied about someone being on set. 

The handprint was not scripted. I repeat, the handprint was not scripted.

Castiel’s monologue could be just about loving Dean, and it’s just my poor wounded heart looking too deep into it and seeing my angstloving reflection on the bottom of the well. 

And Supernatural might indeed be about family, but, as we know, family doesn’t end with blood, and doesn’t start with it either. Cas is family, after all. 

I’m glad be are clear on this one.

What tells us Cas is coming back and we are getting Destiel endgame:

(Brace yourself, it’s gonna be wordy)

1. The most obvious, without rewriting his memory or going OOC, there’s no happy ending for Dean (not the crappy bittersweet substitute) without Cas. 

Even without the love confession in place, we’ve seen what Cas’ death did to him before, it shuttered him to pieces. Imagine the damage it's gonna cause now! 

“I love you, I always did, bye bye now, have a long and happy life knowing my feelings for you have killed me dead.” Really? No win can make up for it.

2. My fave point, aka the natural dynamics of storytelling. The big loss predicts the big win. The deeper the wound, the brighter the prize. Following the roller coaster this season has been, we should be up for a pretty high damn up pretty soon. 

So, there’s The Big Loss (losing Eileen, all of their friends, all the people on Earth and Cas). 

Next - The Big Win (defeating God, getting their free will back, getting humanity back). 

Then, we should have The Big Regret and Reflect moment (Sam and Dean talking a lot at this point, realization of things which are important, what they want with Chuck gone). 

And at the end, there’s The Ultimate Happy ending waiting for us (see point 1 again in case you are not sure what that means).

3. You know what, forget it, this one is my favorite. The parallels. Throughout this season we’ve been spoon-fed with context (Geez, it feels nice to finally know we are not crazy, we are not seeing things, we got it all right!) and writers chose to do so via parallels, via reflections, subtle hints. 

It would be some lazy storytelling to shove everything to our faces, so, instead, we’ve got: Charlie and Stevie, Sam and Eileen, the world and humanity, Dean and Cas. 

Everyone separated. Forever? No, not really. And I don’t buy everyone getting their loved ones back, except Dean. C’mon.

4. Unresolved love confession. Yes, Cas might have died with a smile, meaning it’s enough for him to speak his truth and be gone. But Dean? Him sobbing in the dungeon, ignoring Sam’s calls (he literally never chose anything above Sam before), the “Don’t do this, Cas” part - it’s the lowest he’s ever been. 

To sum up, Dean didn’t get his closure. He might have needed five to six business days to process, but he still has his truth he has to find out and then give a voice to. 

And yeah, I know, he could confess via prayer or something, but we all know that’s something needed to be said face to face.  (Btw, he already confessed to Cas in purgatory via prayer once, you can try and prove me wrong, but good luck with that, sunshine.)

5. The perfect symmetry. If I were in SPN writers room, I would literally cry my eyes out of joy at the symbolism this ending gives. I would literally fight everyone against it. 

The broken man not deserving to be saved is dragged from Hell by the most loyal and righteous angel Heaven ever seen. 

VS

The fallen angel not deserving to be loved is dragged from Empty by the most loving and caring man the sun shone on.

I mean, c’mon, people. Poetry.

(We are nearing a very important thing here, fasten your seatbelts, please.)

6. The message the show wants to give the world has changed. From “it’s all about the journey, about saving people, killing things, no one ever gets what they deserve”, the philosophy has changed drastically toward the “good things do happen, you deserve to be saved, to be loved”. 

Come and see what lane we are walking right now: allowing yourself to love again, to experience things again / losing the love of your life a moment later / fighting for your love / winning your love back. 

I believe the final message is: love always wins. 

Love is not one’s weakness, love is power, love is strength, it’s a perfect fuel. 

Humans declare war in the name of love, kill and get killed in the name of love, but, most importantly, humans live and win those wars in the name of love, too. 

7. Go big or go home is on the table, and no one goes home this time. 

Supernatural was a bunch of broken glass for soooo long, I think this time writers are gonna give us something good, for a change. Not bittersweet good, but actually cotton-candy-almost-diabetes-sweet good.  

Why? 

Because *loud and clear* we deserve having good things happening to us! 

Also, it’s The End, the creators have nothing to lose, but, on the other hand, the ultimate happy ending would allow them to leave an enormous mark on the world and Supernatural to be known as the only show that actually could.

To sum up:  

Dean can’t be happy with Cas gone and, following the logic of prebuilt parallels, he won’t have to - everyone gets their loved ones back at the end, because love always wins. 

Cas might be at peace with speaking his truth, saving Dean and being gone, but it is not fair, Dean also deserves a chance to be heard. 

Few seasons ago I would laugh in my own face for these arguments, but the philosophy of the show has been transformed. During the last few years we were being prepared for this moment, slowly, gently being led toward this moment. 

Supernatural has to give us the Destiel endgame to prove their point.

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[angelic-bee-enthusiast]

Hope you'll enjoy it... It's just a short fic, but I wanted to write something a little bit more light-hearted for a change, hope it worked adhajks. It's canon compliant up until Jack's birth, then it diverges., though that's not really important. Again, I'm fairly new to this and still learning, so it may be a little bit ooc, I still need to figure out how to write each of them! ca. 1,1k, post-canon, domestic idiots, background toddler!Jack

Yes, he once led armies and was one of Heaven's best strategists. Yes, he is an Angel of the Lord, a celestial being unfathomable to the human mind. Yes, he is currently partaking in a heated discussion with Dean about which is the best bed to get for his toddler in the middle of an IKEA.

"Cas, man, I'm sure he'll be happy with whatever choice you make. He's three, and I don't think he has that big of an opinion on interior design. However, I personally think the one looking like a car is the best one," Dean argues, not even trying to hide his distaste for Cas' choice - a simple wooden frame.

"Not everyone is as fond of cars as you are, Dean. I know you think it's 'lame', but we could paint the bed on our own, that way Jack would have something a little bit more personal," Cas answers, hoping to finally reason with the other man.

"Didn't know you were much of an artist," Dean simply replies.

"Well, actually, I hoped you would do most of the painting, maybe add some little bees or flowers?" I saw the drawing you did of me for the bestiary - you're really good at it."

Obviously, Cas knows the hunter is shy when it comes to his artistic talents. It's something a lot of people don't even know about him.

As expected, Dean blushes immediately. Scratching his neck, he mumbles something that suspiciously sound like 'didn't know you saw that'.

Sighing, Cas continues nevertheless. "So, can we please just take that one and leave? Sam and Eileen have been alone with Jack for hours now, they'll need a break sometime soon."

"Dude, they can watch the kid for half a day - I've taken care of Sammy's sorry ass since I was four, they'll handle a Thursday afternoon. Besides, when we're already here, don't you wanna get something for your own room, too? Just something a little more homey than the standard bunker stuff," Dean responds far more cheerfully than he's been just minutes before, though there's also another, underlying question on his mind.

Ever since Jack was born, Cas started to spend more time and the bunker, but of course, there have also been times he had to leave, together with Jack, to protect him. Thankfully, everything calmed down the last couple of months after their last big fight ended, and even though Cas has been living with them ever since, Dean feels like the Angel doesn't see the bunker as his own home, too. The older Winchester wants to change that, first, to make his best friend feel welcome, secondly, to keep Cas from leaving.

It's selfish, Dean tells himself, wanting to keep his friend close at all times. Additionally, his non-existent self-worth supplies that Cas, a celestial warrior as old as creation, could certainly do a lot better than a broken 40-something-year old. Trapped in his self-deprecating thoughts, Dean, at first, doesn't even realize Cas asked him a question.

"Oh...I didn't know this was actually my room?", Cas retorts shyly, blue eyes now avoiding his gaze.

Gobsmacked, Dean stares at him, trying to figure out if that was a joke. It had to be a joke, right? Doesn't Cas know how important he is to them? Crap, they really need to get that into his thick skull ('Maybe if you used your words for once, he'd know it', another, unhelpful voice inside his head condescendingly points out).

"Buddy, you gotta be kidding me. Yes, obviously it's your room, dumbass. You know we like having you around just because you're you, right? Not only in live-or-die situations or when we need your help," Dean chooses his next words carefully, admitting he cares doesn't come easy to him after all. "I want you to stay, you gotta know that."

It's as close as he ever came saying that three words that have been laying on the tip of his tongue for years now. Suddenly, it's Cas time to turn slightly red, despite angelic control over his body.

"I'm sorry, I didn't really... not like that, anyway. Thank you for telling me," the Angel softly murmurs.

After that, it takes Dean a second to notice that he's been pulled into a tight hug, then another second to return the gesture.

In the corner of his eyes, the hunter sees that an older lady is watching them, smiling friendly. They embrace each other a little bit longer than it may be strictly platonically acceptable, but who cares? Dean doesn't. After they've parted, the woman starts approaching them.

"Please forgive me for interrupting, but I just wanted to say, you two really make a lovely couple! It's not often you can feel the love radiating off of strangers," she compliments the two men.

While Cas' initial reaction is mostly confusion, Dean feels like he's just been slapped. No even knowing what he's going to say, he opens his mouth and closes it again, only for a rushed 'Thank you?' to come out.

Nodding, and giving each of them one last smile, she returns to her own shopping cart.

Cas must have caught up to the situation now, because he doesn't let Dean off to easy.

"You could have corrected her," the Angel sates, a hint of curiosity behind it.

"Oh...yes, I guess I could've. I mean correct her, because - because we're not actually together. But I didn't."

The hunter is internally begging himself to stop at this point, never before having felt a desire that strong to just shut up. He doesn't even know why he said it, but maybe talking about their home and their... Cas' kid, the domesticity of it, made Dean's meticulously crafted walls crumble.

Squinting, and most likely seeing right through Dean's babbling, Cas decides to casually drop another bomb at him.

"You know, I don't mind you... not correcting people," he tentatively approaches the subject.

"You, uhm, you don't?" Dean asks, eyes huge enough to really earn him the nickname squirrel.

Cas doesn't know where he suddenly, after more than a decade, gets the courage from, but he reaches for Dean's hand, who lets him.

They're staring in each other's eyes, as if they could decipher what the other thinks just by looking hard enough. Finally, his expression soft and full of no longer hidden adoration and love, Cas whispers, "No, I really don't."

Something melts inside Dean, seeing his Angel like that, hearing the words he never thought he'd hear.

"Then let's get this stupid bed and head home, I think our plans for today just have changed," Dean grins like he hasn't in a really, really long time.

[autisticandroids]

I appreciate you being Dean concerned and not Dean critical. I’m sure you’ve already answered this before but what do you genuinely like about him? A lot of his good traits get twisted in your meta (and in the show) which is really interesting! But like. What about him do you just think is neat?

Also, you don’t talk about Sam a lot but I’m rewatching season 8 and it really feels like both a continuation of preseason one -> season one (Sam has a normal life, Dean is gone -> Sam wants to return to his normal life but Dean coming back gets him back in the game) which also gives it finale vibes :(

Besides the fact that the stuff with Amelia is really boring, it all just feels ooc and like a step back for Sam. Not to go on a rant but Sam seemed to finally make peace with his life back in season 7.

The stuff with Amelia also has both the same and the exact opposite energy as the stuff with Lisa. During his time with Lisa, it was always like Dean had one foot out the door back to hunting. During his time when he goes back to hunting with Dean in season 8, it feels like Sam always has one foot out the door back to Amelia.

That and I just can’t bring myself to give a shit about Amelia (maybe because she’s boring and inconsistent, maybe because info about her is drop fed instead of presented mostly all at once like with Lisa in season 6, maybe because she’s just shoved in for something for Sam to be up to and it feels ooc to me idk)

I thought I’d like season 8 (and I do really like a lot of Cas’ stuff but he’s always my favorite anyway so that was basically gaurenteed) but a lot of the stuff just makes my brain feel like a white noise machine. I’m only on episode 10 so I’m sure it’ll get better for me once the Sam stuff gets resolved but for now it’s very.... eh.

Thoughts?

okay so, what i like about dean. hm. that's hard! i love dean, for all sorts of reasons, and i know i'll miss stuff, but: - he charms me, on a sort of pure, animal level. he's very charming, that's true within the show but it's true for the audience, or at least me, as well. he's funny, he's affectionate, he's sweet, and he tries so hard. and it makes me love him - he's compellingly tragic. like dean is a fucked up guy, he hurts both himself and everyone around him because of patterns of trauma an neurosis he can't break out of. no one wants to be a bad guy, no one wants to hurt the ones they love, least of all dean, but he can't stop doing both those things. like his self-made cage of ideology, emotional repression, and control is killing him, and it's killing everyone who doesn't get away from him, and that's sad! it's awful! no one is winning except dean's self-image. he will sacrifice everyone and everything he loves on the altar of never having to re-evaluate himself. or, i hope he won't. but he might! and that's sad! it's the perfect tragedy! - second hand deangirlism due to cas kinnie disease. men will be the first person who was ever nice to castiel and then me and castiel will love them forever about it. - he is my little puzzle box and i will solve him - straightmarried gf i liked that sam ran off and tried to escape The Life in s8, that makes sense to me. i think sam really fundamentally doesn't want to be a hunter and the only reason he gives up on trying to leave post s8 is that it is impressed upon him that he's completely trapped. he can never be free. dean will always drag him back, kicking and screaming. i actually feel like sam's equivalent to lisa isn't amelia, it's jess. i talked some about that here but like. both jess and lisa were kind of synecdoches for a false ideal of the american dream, each in their own way. they're both images of suburban perfection, and what draws the winchesters to them is the desire to fit into that image.

but comparing lisa and amelia..... like, dean promises sam that he will go try to make a normal life with lisa, and then he does, because that obligation is all he has left to cling to. like dean is nothing but a miserable little pile of duties and tasks, he doesn't know who he is without a chore (see: demon!dean's total directionlessness) and lisa is the last promise he made to his brother, so he fulfills that. she's an idea to him, not a real woman. the thing he's clinging to, in sam's absence, is not lisa, but the idea of a normative suburban lifestyle. but then the moment sam shows up and voids his own last wishes, dean is like okay bye i don't need to fulfill this obligation anymore. like he was never all that interested in lisa. he didn't love her and his relationship with her was built on obligations, normative images, and anxiety over her safety, which finally resolves itself in dean horrifically violating her by asking cas to wipe her memories.

whereas sam is with amelia because he like, meets her and they form a connection. they hit it off. and sam has a pattern of like. when he wants to get away from something, especially if dean isn't around, he jumps into bed with the nearest girl who smiles at him and then forms a super intense with her. his early season one-off love interests, ruby, and now amelia. (amelia is actually kind of the last time he does that, because after season eight he gives up trying to escape for real). but what he's clinging to there isn't an image that he's trying to fit into. it's the girl herself. like he likes amelia and he wants to be around her and he dives into like. spending time with her and building a relationship with her. and like amelia is a real woman and sam sees her as a real woman. like she's a fucked up mess and so is he and they connect. like she's a bitch and she clogs her drain with limes. also #MyGirlfriendsHusbandFightsForYourFreedom. like samelia is a little boring but i don't begrudge sam that. it's almost compelling because it's boring.

i'm actually not a huge season eight guy myself but my issue with it isn't samelia.

actually, and this is a complete tangent, can i bitch about season ten for a second? like. okay. seasons eight and nine are about sam learning that dean will never let him go. that he's trapped forever in the hunting life and trapped forever with his brother, that dean will do horrific things to him in order to keep them together. and slowly just... giving up. deciding to relinquish his dreams of getting out once and for all.

and then season ten rolls around and suddenly sam makes a hypocrite of himself? suddenly sam is the one who will go to any lengths to save dean, even against dean's own wishes? NOT believable. like sam should be like. sad and fucked up about it, but letting dean go his own way. if anything, cas should be the one trying to save dean against his will, that's way more cas' move. like there's definitely a certain level of cas -> dean :: dean -> sam that exists in the show, at least in terms of protective fixation. cas is somewhat more respectful of dean's boundaries and autonomy, but he's the one with a pattern of blowing up at dean for being self-destructive etc etc.

like, sam should have been way different in s10. i don't know exactly what i would do with him, maybe give him his own distinct plot? or maybe have demon dean last somewhat longer and make "demon dean tries to kill sam" a whole multi-episode arc, i think that would slap. and then the relationship fallout from that can be many more episodes.

like imo this happened because jeremy carver got his start in season three, when sam legitimately was trying to save dean against dean's wishes, but in s3 that made sense. like, one, the brothers were much closer then, dean wasn't quite as much of a prison guard for sam, but two, much more importantly, dean's deal was sam's fault. he blamed himself. he wasn't just trying to save dean from dying, he was trying to save dean from going to hell because of him. like girl, it made sense in mystery spot. but this is not the energy you should be bringing to the table with sam in s10. ooc!

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@an-endless-saga​ (anastasiya) sent an ask // 

Anastasiya was happy to be the maternal figure to the Grisha. To take care of the little ones and oversee their education.

She gasped softly when she felt an arm around her waist. She turned to kiss his nose.

"I thought you were seducing the girl. What are you doing all the way here Sasha?"

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐓, a small sigh escaping him as she kisses the tip of his nose. The smile that forms is actually genuine, for once. ❝ I wanted to see you, ❞ he says softly, pulling her closer to him. 

It is true that he’s been busy, and doesn’t get to see her as often as he likes. Or wishes. But too much time together breeds rumors, and they have worked hard to keep that from growing. To keep the talk down very low. 

Maybe, just maybe, there’s a part of him that had missed her. And that’s all. 

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@sheroaredlouder​ (lyra) sent an ask // 

"it pains me you should think every compliment a mockery." 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, her reputation, her story as a whole. Just as he does so many of his Grisha. It is for ones like her he seeks the pathways he does, or so he tells himself. A wound from a childhood that never quite healed--and he doubts ever will. 

❝ Most do not compliment us, ❞ he responds as the Darkling turns to face her. Looking up from the reports and maps scattered along the large table, the dark mark of the Fold breaking through Ravka’s countryside. ❝ Or if they do, it is a veiled insult. You know this. ❞

11 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#3

@valkxrie​​ sent an ask // 

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌, the rage. It was intense as the Fold fell around him, as he found himself in the light of stars and moon once more. His body hurt, his face stung where the deep gouges of the wounds hit the cool air of the night. Volcra claws where never meant to be survived, and yet-- he had survived. 

Even if every single part of him hurt. 

He didn’t think anyone was around, and the rage needed an outlet. His strength, depleted, all he could do was yell. Scream. Let the anger exit as he screamed his frustration-- 

Only to have a hand clamp over his mouth, only to feel his back--where more claw marks were--hit hard against the wall of a nearby building. He hadn’t paid attention to where he was, and he hadn’t cared, but now, his eyes blazed murder, death, as he stared at the being in front of him. 

The Darkling lifted his hand to the being’s wrist, meaning to take it away to ask, ❝ Who the hell are you? ❞

12 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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@heirceleste / cont. * 

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒. One life. A dozen lives. A hundred--a thousand. With every decision, he sacrifices some of his soul, and he knows it. Knows that despite his wishes, he cannot save every single Grisha. He wants to, and he tries to, but the wars simply do not stop. And the reports of those missing, captured or dead... 

It grows every day. 

And maybe, those who look at him with hatred, well-- that has weighed on him, too. ❝ So few are able to understand the cost, ❞ he murmurs, the exhaustion creeping in where he cannot fight it. ❝ To decide those who live, those who might not... There is only one way to stop this, and I know there will be many who see it as wrong. But what else am I supposed to do? ❞ 

Was he talking to her, or thinking aloud, weighing those words and actions each time? 

One might never know. 

13 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@an-endless-saga​ / * 

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, her touch upon him. The wounds were bandaged, mostly, even if every muscle in his body hurt. It would take a moment to recover, he knew that; even if he would expect Aleksander up and training in the morning. It was the way their life was, and Aleksander had racked up enough kills to be... formidable. 

Kissing Anastasiya back, he hummed. His hand lifted to trail through her hair, loosening it from the ties that held it back. ❝ And I never will, Ana. ❞ His words, whispered promises still, but ones he vowed to back up with actions. ❝ I will always come back to you... ❞ 

14 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

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[sunflowers-and-cecilias]

happy birthday  ->  diluc x reader

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a/n: a shoort warning, there is a little tiiny bit of cursing but it’s not much at all!! figured i’d say something to be safe. also,, apologies if diluc is a ooc here, i wanted to try something a little different today ^^

pure fluff below <3 also very minor implied spoilers for diluc’s backstory but??? not really??? only if you squint really hard i think

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Diluc Ragnvindr is not one to celebrate his birthday. you know this well from the past few years you've spent in his company.the first, he didn't even tell you. you were informed by Kaeya of all people in a dismissive comment, overheard while you went to return something to Lisa in the library. you quickly attempted to remedy what you thought was a mistakeー perhaps he told you off-hand and you forgot? ー but-

you were met with dismissal. you never find out exactly why.

the next year, you hadn't tried much... you know Diluc as far from the needlessly lavish type. you figure he sees it as... any other day, as disappointed as that makes you.you want your significant other to know how happy you are that he's alive.you spend months asking, and prepping, and planning, but you just can't figure out how to express the sentiment that's been haunting you.

it's strange.

you settle for a flower and a nice happy birthday wish. he keeps it on his desk, which is nice, but you can't help but feel disappointed in yourself. not to mention, the strange look in his eye when he accepts your gift.

there's always next year.

there's always next year, you think until that year arrives, and it's a few days before his birthday.

you still don't know what to do.you approach... Jean, for assistance. you aren't quite sure why. especially considering the tension between your beloved and the knights as a whole, but- you feel like you can trust her.

" acting grand master-? "

" ...you know you don't have to call me that right now, [name]. "

" but... it's official business! sort of... "

" just because it's working hours doesn't mean that it's... "

" okay, yeah, sorry. i'm justー just anxious. "jean raises a brow, but let's you continue without a word." you see, uhm... i've just been trying to, how to sayー show my appreciation for someone? "

she smiles." yes? "

" but i've been battling and i can't figure out how to. i know what they like, i know what they don't want, and i don't think they'd be too ecstatic if they knew this has been eating me up inside, butー they've... always made me feel, ah, safe? and... "

you ramble uninterrupted and quickly, start to feel embarrassed. all Jean does is wave her hand, chuckling softly." i hate to say it, but, are you sure you're not thinking too hard about this, [name]? "" i haven't been able to think of anything! how ca- "

" you're too preoccupied. i'm sure whatever you decide to do will be just fine. if you want my assistance... then try something handmade, yeah? he's difficult to read, i'm sure. " her last statement is jovial.

all you can do is swallow and nod. it doesn't occur to you that you never told her who you were talking about until later that evening, when you're holed up at your desk.a thought crosses your mind after you shake off Jean's deductive prowess (not that you made it that hard to figure out in the first place.)

...

....why don't you just tell him-?

in a way that's simple, easy to digest. not extravagant, but true and loving, just as you've always been.

take a deep breath, and keep it simple.

you glance around the room.

a ribbon, an envelope, and some sewing materials are nearby. you could pick up a small box on your way to the winery, and that spare pillow you keep certainly doesn't need all of that stuffing.the idea hits you and you're working in seconds. you may not be the best with fabric work, but... making some sort of stuffed toy shouldn't be too hard, right? you've seen others do it all the time. hell, if Klee can make perfect explosives, you can make one doll.

it's small, and in the shape of a bear. the ears are a tad lopsided, and you couldn't find two matching buttons, so the eyes aren't the same, but...it's kind of cute-?

the main attraction, however, is the letter you write. it's a bit longー you've always had a habit of not being as direct as you should ー but it's genuine.

you talk about the day you two met, and how surprised you were that he accepted your confession. you talk about how much you've learned from him, and how happy you are to be able to be by his side, and most importantly...you remind him of everything you love about him. from his smile (the one he only shows you, and every other one you manage to wrestle out of him) to his work ethic (you have to remind him when to stop quite often, but he's passionate and it awes you), even gentle the way he strokes your hair when he thinks you've fallen asleep.it's in an envelope, on top of a box with a pretty red ribbon, and on his desk the second he leaves his room.

...you just hope he likes it.

on the other hand, Diluc Ragnvindr has... trouble with his birthday. it brings him memories he'd rather forget. he feels himself waking up with gritted teeth and less focus than normal. it's foolish, he knows, but it's never been a momentous or joyous day. he didn't even care much when he was a childーstill, your yearly insistence is... pleasant to say the least. surprisingly, it makes him feel warm. you have a tendency to do that for him quite often, however. your long-winded rambles to fill the silence, the absolute elegance that you carry yourself with, despite your clumsy personality, the way you hold his hand and stroke his hair in private because that tenderness is only for him... all of it enraptures him, and he can't bring himself to shut you down.

although, part of him hopes that you won't be too hard on him this year. it's been a busy day. he isn't in the best mood.

that's likely why he feels himself go stiff when he steps up to his desk. you've fallen asleep on it, seemingly having tuckered yourself out from the dayー or maybe you waited for him? either way, his face softens and he takes a moment to compose himself when he looks down at the gift you've prepared. red eyes stare cautiously down as he opens the letter. he's trying not to let the strange discomfort he feels overwhelm him completely.

...not that it matters, Diluc melts the second he begins to read. he wouldn't admit it directly, but he can't help himself. there's a smile on his face after the first few lines. he can't bring himself to be annoyed when your genuine care for him is on display so beautifully. he hasn't even looked inside the damn box yet! when he does, he finds himself chuckling.you have a tendency to push yourself too hard.he basks in it, the glow of your pure adoration for him. he can't tell if he's overwhelmed, or confused, or whatever the hell-

all he knows is that when he reaches to wake you up, and you mumble a sleepy "happy birthday," he's more in love with you than he's ever been; even if he can't put it into words.

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Secret Moments In A Crowded Room - Princewitch

okay so DISCLAIMER im scared to post this because we’ve never really seen romantic wrath before so idk if people might think this is OOC but i wanted princewitch fluff desperately and cant wait til october. inspired by the teaser quote she released yesterday and ‘dress’ by taylor swift

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The ball raged on around her, dancers swirling around impossibly fast, flashes of fabric catching the light of the serpent scones. On and on, all without her. Her husband sat to her right on his larger throne, staring into nothing. They had exchanged all of five words that evening.

She did not blame her husband for his coldness, not truly. If their positions were switched, and she had been forced to marry a random demon while still loving and grieving her murdered spouse, she doubted whether she would even manage civility. Pride continued his business, barely taking notice of his young wife, and she was glad, of that, at least. If he’d wanted her... a shudder snaked down her spine, curling in her gut. Her mind still echoed with the unnatural violation of Lust’s magic, and the thought of another demon prince perusing her like that was foul. There was only one prince she wanted, and his sin was wrath.

Dancing in Hell was nothing like she’d seen on the streets of Palermo. Nothing like the carefree dancing of Vittoria, so full of light and life and love that nothing seemed to touch her. Here, movements entwined with danger, every dance a flirtation with living death. People danced with weapons, exchanging daggers and rondels and rapiers like secret lovers. Jewelled garrottes hung around every neck, poisonous pearls glittering in various ornate hairstyles. An unholy masquerade indeed.

Her own mask was a fine decoration of gold and jewels. Metallic serpents entwined across the mosaic-like surface, darker cracks embedded across it. The mask had arrived one evening at her rooms, wrapped in luscious velvet. No letter accompanied it, the only sign of the sender being a golden snake that slithered up her arm before dissolving into sparks. The decoration matched her dress, a similar mosaic of black silk, lace, and golden serpents. Truly befitting a queen.

Fury burned through her as she watched the revellers pass her by. They danced without a care, members of the seven houses intermingling freely. She wanted to scream and shatter the very throne she sat on. How dare they dance as if mere months ago, one of their own had not been taking the hearts of witches? As if she did not sit on a dead witch’s throne? A witch who still had not found justice, who’s body had been ripped to shreds in the cruellest way imaginable?

“Careful, little queen.” Pride’s voice rumbled in her ear. He still did not look at her, but leaned closer to whisper, “Lest the people learn your ungrateful thoughts.”

Closing her eyes to avoid murdering the demon she’d married, she took a deep breath. The air smelt like fire and spirits and the sweat of colliding bodies. Suddenly, the sight of it all disgusted her. The dancing, the drinking, the living, all of it. Selfish, she knew – others were allowed to live despite Vittoria being denied the very same. But she couldn’t help it. She longed for nothing more than her sister to live, even if it meant sacrificing her life to the demon beside her. There was nothing to be done, however. Her sister was lost forever.

The night dwindled on, interrupted by the occasional violent thought towards her situation. Though, as contrary as it sounded, not all was dark about her time in Hell. She had one bright spot, one flame in the dark. Something she kept locked against her chest for fear of discovery.

Casting her eye across the room, she caught the gaze of the hidden secret. Prince Wrath leaned against the wall from across the room, his eyes flickering as they locked with hers. He was dressed in a sinfully beautiful suit, a pattern of golden serpents slithering up the fabric from the floor. The snakes seemed alive in the firelight. Perhaps they were. A smug sense of satisfaction ebbed through her when she realised they matched. No one else would notice – serpents weren’t exactly an uncommon motif in Hell – but they knew, and it was comfort enough. With a movement, so small she nearly missed it, he tilted his head towards the exit.

A thrill raced through her, paired with genuine, loving excitement. They had not been alone in much too long.

Things had not always been so relaxed between her and the prince of Wrath. Her first few weeks in Hell had been spent furiously glaring in his direction. He’d given her the ultimate cold shoulder until she’d nearly burned from it. She’d been full of fury at his leaving her – at the humiliation she felt from having the human audacity to trust a demon. One day, when they crossed each other in a hallway heading to court, her temper had bubbled to boiling.

She remembered yanking him into a nearby room – he let her, she realised now – and yelled at him for the cruelty of leaving her alone. Of giving her hope and wrenching it away, like a child suddenly filled with jealously over a shared toy.

The sheer incredulity on his face was the first indication she was mistaken. He laughed, a sardonic sound coated in disbelief.

“I left you?” His voice was low. The walls around them seemed to thrum in response to his deadly power.

“I left you?” He repeated, “I gave you all the tools to summon me, witch, and you refused. Too good for my help, perhaps.  I have no more responsibilities to you. Our deal is done.”

Wrath turned to leave, but by some miracle, she managed to dart in front of him. Her body was pressed against the door, the cold stone mixing with the heat she felt roaring off him. Emilia should’ve been afraid, should’ve been trembling in her gifted boots at the sight of him, but she wasn’t. Why, she couldn’t quite tell.

His gaze burned into hers, but her own was just as powerful.

“I tried everything to summon you after what Envy did, and you didn’t come.” She hissed. The wrath of a prince was one thing, but hell hath no fury like a witch scorned. “You left me. I was foolish enough to believe you would ca- that you would come for me once, but I will not be fooled twice.”

The look he gave her was indiscernible. Equal parts rage mixed with... something lighter. If anyone else looked at her like that, she would’ve described it as hopeful. But demons did not hope, no more than they loved.

He was scanning her face with the focus of a battle-hardened warrior. Whatever it was he found made him take a step back.

“What did you do wrong?” He muttered, almost to himself.

“I did nothing wrong,” She couldn’t help but fire back, “I did everything correctly – even used the ring you left for me in the drawer.”

At that, he stilled. Stilled and stopped breathing entirely.

Then, as if talking to someone who’d sustained a head injury, he said, “I didn’t leave you a ring. I left you my house seal, solid gold, of course, but no ring.” He went on to describe where he’d left it – the top drawer beside her bed – but she already knew.

The conclusion settled in her stomach like a stone. Another feeling, one she didn’t let herself scrutinise, unfurled within her.

“Someone didn’t want me to summon you.”

“Close. Someone wanted you to think I wouldn’t come.”

A question hung in the air, so loud neither could bring themselves to give it voice.

Would you have come, Prince Wrath? Would you have come to my aid when I needed you most? When I needed to know you were alright?

Keeping those treacherous thoughts under lock and key, she focused on another facet of the curious mystery.

“Who would it benefit? And who would’ve known what to switch – the house was warded, was it not?”

Silence from her princely counterpart.  

“Would the wards collapse with your ‘death’?”

The look on his face told her all she needed to know. Someone had stolen into the house and replaced the seal with a ring to deliberately throw off their efforts. Which meant-

He hadn’t abandoned her at all. Given her the cold shoulder, yes, when he believed she’d forgotten all about him.

What a hellish mess this all was.

From that moment on, the demon and the witch had become begrudging allies once more. Wrath had been furious one of his brothers would dare interfere with his affairs, and she needed an ally, desperately. While it rubbed against her pride to accept help, she knew it would’ve been foolish to refuse. She would be a vengeful queen, but even queens needed council.

Their alliance had turned to friendship, then burst into royal flames as they look the leap to lovers. In the candlelight of a stolen moment, Wrath had held her with more care than she’d known possible. Still Wrath, still echoing that immense power of his, but softer, somehow. Not gentle, not truly, but tender. It was not love, but it was fire and anger and care all pieced together in a ball of desire.  

Which led her to that moment, as she stole away from her husband’s masquerade ball. She had stayed long enough, and the party celebrated nothing of importance. Rather a show of unity between her and Pride, a display of wealth and power.

As she left the throne room she realised she had no idea where her prince had gone. Back to his rooms? No, they avoided meeting there. Being caught together in casual rooms could be explained away as strategic briefings, but being caught in the bedroom of her husband’s brother... did not leave for much escape room.

Just as she was about to curse his name, a snake slithered around her ankle, causing her to start. Was that Wrath’s laugh, she heard? Looking to her feet, the snake stared back up at her, its golden eyes winking in the candlelight of the hallway.

Of course. Wrath and his dramatics.  

The snake made its way down the hallway, keeping close to the wall to be inconspicuous. It led her to an offshoot of the main hallway, then came to a halt at the final door. The serpent dissolved into golden sparks as they reached their destination. She knocked quietly before letting herself in.

Wrath lay stretched out across a dark velvet lounge, watching her entrance. His mask dangled lazily from his fingers, the ribbon used to tie it brushing across the floor. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, a toned chest peeking out from the fabric.

Deadly, dangerously beautiful.

And hers.

“You look exquisite,” He strode across the room before taking her in his arms. His hands quickly untied her mask before tossing it to the floor with haste. He took in her form for a moment, then tilted his face down to capture her lips with his own.

No matter how many moments they stole, it was never enough.

His kiss was liquid fire igniting the flame of her desire. One hand rested against her back, with the other cupping her face. She gasped against his mouth, revelling in how desperately hard his body felt against hers. Greedy hands slipped up his chest to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Pulling the material away, Emilia broke the kiss for a single second to gaze at her lover.

Smooth, tanned skin met her eyes, followed by a swift appreciation of the hard strength that lay beneath his trousers. He laughed as he caught her gaze, knowing exactly what she was admiring.

He kissed her again, this time grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The taste of him- Taste was her speciality, but there were no words to describe how perfectly Wrath kissed her.

After too long and never long enough, the lovers parted for breath. He still held her against his chest. In this position, she was the perfect height to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Their breathing echoed through the room in perfect harmony.

She could feel every rise and fall of his powerful, tattooed chest. Such lethal power contained within his body, yet he held her with all the tenderness the world could offer.

“You know,” He mused, “We never got to dance.”

“Are you asking?” A sly smile in his direction.

“Yes. Witch, will you dance with me.” He said witch the way men said love. She looked down at him, grinning.

“No. I can’t dance.”

He laughed. Such a bright sound for one bathed in darkness.

“Liar.”

“Fine. I don’t dance, because I’m awful at it.”

A teasing hand ran down her back.

“I’ll teach you.” At her raised brows, he continued with, “A queen must use every skill in her arsenal.”

Lowering her to the ground, he held out his hands for her to grasp.

“Place your right hand in mine, and left against my shoulder.” Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat roaring off him. When she did as he instructed, he pulled their bodies together until not even an inch separated them. Emilia was fairly certain this wasn’t part of the dance, but she wasn’t going to interrupt. She quite liked this position, pressed against the prince of Wrath, his breath rustling her hair. His hand settled against her spine.

“This next bit is the most important, do you hear? It is crucial even that beginners like yourself get this right.” He teased, and she scowled back at him, though they both knew it was merely in jest.

“Tilt your chin up so you can gaze adoringly into my eyes.” He grinned down her scowl. “I want you to focus on how handsome I am, how talented, and forget everything else. Except how much you want to kiss me.”

She couldn’t help herself, she laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned low and seductive as his hand slid down her spine, drawing her a little closer. “But you’re waltzing like a goddess now.” As he spoke, they started to move. Slowly, he stepped back and followed. To the side, and she followed again. On and on, their little box pattern continued, until Wrath picked up the paced and spun her around.

A gasp left her lips at the movement, but before she could overthink and stumble, he caught her once more with a smile.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the moodiest prince of Hell?”

He shook his head at her words, huffing a laugh as he did. She felt the truth bloom in his chest, he didn’t have to say it. These borrowed moments, these secret trysts... it was happiness, rare as it was, that fluttered between them. They both knew it couldn’t last, but for now, it was real. In that moment, it was all that mattered.

“Teasing witch,” He murmured, and kissed her. Kissed her as if they were not members of two rival houses, as if she was not an unwilling wife to his bastardly brother, as if there were not a chasm of reasons to keep them apart. Tomorrow would bring hellfire, and perhaps regret, but tonight was theirs.

They kissed until night dwindled away into day, and their secret was no longer safe. With the promise of “soon” and an unspoken “I miss you”, Wrath kissed her once more before exiting her side.

The queen of Hell picked up her mask from where it had been tossed across the floor, and stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath. The moment had passed, and she was no longer just Emilia, a powerhouse in her own right, and friend and lover of Wrath’s.

She was the Wicked Kingdom’s vengeful queen, and she would find her happiness once more, or burn the world trying.

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Chapter Thoughts: 359, Place of Learning

Sorry for the lateness on this one, gang; was tied up with other writings. Look for next week's to be more timely, and in the meantime, hit the jump!

"The messenger-bodyguard said he'll be going up top too!"

I hadn't caught this in just the scanlation, but comparing the official here to the leaks for Chapter 360, I guess that'd be Mirio, huh?  I suppose he or whoever put down his game piece in the planning session figured he wouldn't be much use against Shigaraki—his phasing is great, and his fighting style even better, but a normal human punch is not going to do anybody much good against Noumu-style toughness.

Comparatively, his phasing probably allows him to get around the interior of the structure much faster, which is an advantage when supplies need to get from one point to another ASAP.  But then when ShigAFO turns into an enormous barricade of hands, well, being able to phase suddenly looks a little more useful top-side, huh?  I had been wondering as of the end of this chapter why he hadn't been with his Big Three compatriots from the start, so I'm glad to see this little nod.

The business course stuff:

I have somewhat mixed thoughts, but on the whole, I rather like it.  On the one hand, I think "promoting heroes" has a tang of propaganda to it, which is rather at odds with the (nominal) objectivity of something like news footage or documentary filmmaking.  Of course, any kind of information can be skewed by its presentation, but it seems to me that talking of hero promotion, of image and presentation to the masses, is inherently embracing a certain narrative you're trying to put across.  Spiral Stack Hair Boy there even says it outright: He and his classmates are preserving a record of Heroes Victorious.  They are not there to preserve a record of e.g. The Tragic Death of Shimura Tenko or what-have-you.

On the other hand, I like Spiral Stack firing back—against an uncommonly young parroter of the "you kids and your cellphones" complaint!—that having records of events is valid and extremely important work.  He remains vague about "past wars",(1) but given how recently and repeatedly Skeptic and Dabi have demonstrated the impact of being able to choose how to frame a story,(2) the heroes would be wise to stop letting villains control the narrative!

In short, I'm dubious of the narrative that the Business Course kids are presenting, but I like that the story is engaging with the idea of how the events it's portraying look within the world.  It's good follow-through from earlier iterations of the topic, from aforementioned villain meddling to all the eyes on Endeavor, and even the whole discussion about heroes-as-entertainment versus heroes-with-human-needs.

Bakugou Stuff:

I like the jolt of panic in Bakugou's eye when ShigAFO breaks his arm; it feels like a relatively rare expression for him.

I had jotted down in my notes, "Bakugou thinking about the gap is good Endeavor paralleling," but I gotta say I liked it better before it got localized with baseball metaphors.  I already know there's a baseball OVA coming out, Caleb!  You don't need to remind me of all the inane tripe meant to move keychains and vinyl standees we're getting instead of anything remotely interesting!

I don't have anything in particular to say about the whole "Bakugou is, in AFO's opinion, closer to Deku than anyone else."  Frankly, as frustrating as it is being a villain fan at times, I'm extremely glad that I have barely any investment in Bakugou and negative investment in Deku, because I can't even imagine how much it must suck to be an even-keeled fan of either character trying to find any content that isn't vapidly OOC or vindictively mean-spirited.  Good Christ, the spoiler tags were still a shitshow two full weeks after the initial leaks for this chapter.

Aizawa (and Mandalay):

The electromagnetic interference could be legit, but also feels a bit retconned, particularly the handwave of Aizawa protesting that she got Midoriya a bit ago, so why can't she now?  Is the erratic communication going to serve a dramatic purpose at all?  Is it just to keep Hori from needing to update the reader on what Deku ran into last time we saw him when he isn't ready to transition scenes yet?

Also, Aizawa, exactly how fast do you think Deku is going to get here from halfway across the country?  Japan is seriously not that small.  Honestly, the American jets picking him up really is your best bet.

I enjoy his desperation, though.  S'good crunch.

On UA and the Big Three:

Man.  They really did just take the whole school up, huh?  Somehow I'd been under the impression that it was a fake, that Troy Fortress, not UA itself, but nope, that's absolutely UA.  What happened to all the refugees?  Are they still in the building, or hiding out underground?  Were they evacuated out to the refugee housing on the campus before the school took off?  But then why didn't one of AFO's spies contact him to let him know?  What was the point of the whole thing where the facility connects to Shiketsu if the school was just going to fly off into the sky alone?

It's—a shame, I guess.  I feel like there ought to be a lot of power in seeing the school trashed like this—it's been the main setting of the series for three hundred and fifty chapters!  It's the place where a bunch of friendships have been made, powers forged, little day-to-day victories and losses accumulated, all things a student would remember upon seeing their high school demolished. 

Also too, the symbol that UA represents is in ruins, the Number One Hero School that produces the very best heroes, the ivory tower the students were kept in that controlled what knowledge they gained and, for a very long time, cut them off from the world and the people they were training to protect.

UA needed to go down, I think, as so many other structures in this society do, but I wish the one toppling its towers could be Shigaraki Tomura, who once wanted to be a hero, for whom the whole building has been converted into a deathtrap rather than—per the title—a place of learning.  Instead, we get the AFO Vestige, whose only attachment to hero schools has been plucking promising quirks out of them like grapes from the vine.

Further, the students we get reacting to the destruction aren't the students I'd expect—the students of 1-A, the ones whose schooling we've spent the entire series watching.  Sure, the Big Three, as seniors, spent three times as long there as the main cast, so I'm sure they have a lot of regrets seeing those thrashed classrooms.  But the audience has never been privy to Mirio and the rest's school lives, so what they're remembering and mourning here is entirely opaque.

The only emotion I feel looking at the three of them is sympathy pangs for Suneater, because Suneater's one of my favorite students, and he gives me moe aggression.  That's entirely down to my being predisposed to empathy for Suneater when he's faltering, however, not because the story's given me any reason whatsoever to care about his feelings about seeing his school trashed.

Also, to come full circle back to the messenger/bodyguard, it's kind of eyeroll-inducing that Lemillion is now parroting the talk about holding out until Midoriya shows up.  Maybe it's just to make Bakugou look more singular next week, maybe it's the streak of pragmatism Mirio learned from Nighteye, but it does feel kind of a shame that the young hero who ran ahead to fight Overhaul solo is now also trapped in that mentality that only One For All can strike the necessary decisive blow.

I critique him now, but Mirio will have a much better showing in the next chapter, and I'm looking forward to writing quite a bit about it.

Odds & Ends:

Hori's dedication to Ame-comi-style sound effect lettering continues to impress.

Oh my god, Nejire's girlfriend complaining about her hair.  XD  I did laugh.

Shigaraki's hair not even getting solid black outlines anymore, even in closeups.  Good stuff.  Wish I wasn't so soured on the anime so I could more genuinely anticipate seeing it in color.

That heavy black silhouette of Shigaraki against the shattered outline of UA fuckin' rules.  Wish it was more "him."

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1: But talking about concrete records of wars at all is a possibly interesting choice, given Japan's noted tendency towards historical revisionism re: Japanese warcrimes.

2: Not just Dabi's video, but also Skeptic's doctoring of the Deika footage.

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I’m back on my bullshit and we have GOT TO TALK about 13x08 The Scorpion and the Frog; which serves as a good example of why you should not ONLY watch spn episodes with Cas (partially because of that scene I shamefully blogged about earlier - no I will not link that cursed post here).  The episode title comes from a fable in which the villain is the scorpion.  Interpretations of this fable note its uniqueness lies in the concept that “the scorpion is irrationally self destructive and fully aware of it.”

To quote the scorpion, buddies -  “it’s in my nature.”

Anyway, this episode is subtextually predicated on exploring Dean Winchester’s nature and specifically - his bisexuality, and I’m not only saying that because it opens with Dean in his Bi Colors Plaid (that also he wore on his burger date with Cas).

Let’s get started, after the cut!

Season 13 on its face gives me absolute whiplash because it starts widow arc-reunion-TOMBSTONE and then Jack yeets himself off to Chuck knows where so Cas can go out Looking For Him Because Otherwise He Will Definitely Kiss Dean there is no other option for the writers at this point.  Sigh.  Here, have another shot of Dean anxiously cleaning his gun as he always does when Cas has Gone Off For Reasons -

Anyway, this feels like a filler episode at first, but as always they bury the ENTIRE damn world in it and I am here with my dossier to Unearth It.

Lets start with Bart (demon of terrible nicknames and microagressions) meeting the brothers at Smile Diner to talk about some spell or whatever. 

(I am not thinking about the Cherry Pie meta I AM NOT)

THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY to start with these lines immediately introducing the theme of duality, a thread throughout this episode.

BARTHAMUS

Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN

Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

***MORE DUALITY!  But as we know, Dean does not like Bart because He Is A Freakin’ Demon

DEAN

Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass.

UMMM excuse me Barting Bacting Boices?  What is that sexual gaze?  

Then we find out that Bart has 1/2 of the spell.  They need the other 1/2.  Oh, a spell with two parts, you say? [ I am going to scream :) ]

***Also, Dean eats the pie Bart ordered.  I cannot begin to explain to you the state of unwellness that I am in regarding how important this is. DEAN NEVER GETS TO EAT THE PIE, remember?  But in This Filler Episode, Dean eats the pie. While Sam looks at him with a very quizzical expression.  Pie -> what Dean wants but never actually gets -> Dean actively eating this pie.  Dean is coming to terms that maybe he can have what he wants.

***I am reminding you again that this is post widower-arc, post-reunion, and especially post-Tombstone.  Anyway-

Now we get to Smash and Grab.  Not literally even though I want to Commit Such Conduct at this point.  We are introduced to two one off characters named 

Smash (human/female presenting) -  can crack any safe built by man 

and Grab (demon/male presenting)-  expert in bypassing supernatural security.

Reaching or no, you can’t disagree that when spn introduces one off characters - it is almost always a Narrative Parallel or Mirror.

So we have a human and a demon (and Dean Winchester, a human who has been a demon)

who are experts in cracking open/bypassing something that has been secured and guarded (breaking down walls, if you will).  

They also use fake names identifying them as Tools to be Used ( Dean Winchester, the Michael Sword/daddys blunt little instrument)

BONUS:

Dean himself is literally used as a tool in this episode.

So yeah.  Smash and Grab are physical representations of Dean’s duality.  Human/Demon.  Femininity/Masculinity.  Dare we say something else, too?

Anyway, Dean is paired with Smash and Grab; Sam is off to idk negotiate weird artifact purchases lawboy style with Luther Shrike, a man who cannot die so long as he never leaves his house (I cannot even begin to unpack this shit; please just sit there and think about it.  I’m not even going there here.  I CANNOT DISCUSS Luther Shrike RN).

Speaking of things I cannot discuss without halgdhsag;lsa - Smash has very Specific boots (a look overall, really).

DEAN

Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back. SMASH

Shh.

***That’s right girl - do not take his shit; he actually LOVES them and is therefore Overcompensating for it with this little jab.

***Dean’s pop culture references and particular attention to the details here Should Not Be Overlooked.  90s! Winona! Ryder!

ANYWAY, then Dean and Smash bond over a caffeinated beverage -

[While Dean is doing a spell, Smash opens a can of drink, takes a mouthful and burps loudly. ] SMASH

Ahh. DEAN

You're weird.

***This scene makes me literally insane. (even aside from Dean living on something named NERVE DAMAGE as a KID.  They could have called it anything. You’re saying this wasn’t a Choice)  

She chugs a swallow of the drink and burps.  Something stereotypically associated with masculinity.  Not feminine.  Dean’s reaction is that she is “weird” - because she is not acting in a way stereotypically, J*hn Winchester brain-rot patriarchy bullshit-tily associated with Being Female.  But also, says the stupid show, they like the same soda.  They are The Same.  She shares the soda with Dean.  HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES -

Other similarities are addressed throughout the episode (they are working for demons because they have no choice; they don’t discuss feelings/emotions, they both sold their soul, they both This Thing - 

DEAN

You know, we could help you. SMASH

No, you can't. I gotta take care of me.

etc. etc.) Smash is absolutely dean-coded.

****Also it’s textually established that Smash thinks Dean is attractive -

GRAB

[looking at Smash] Oh. You said he was just a pretty face. SMASH 

Shh.

***But Grab flirts with him too.

DEAN

I will kill you. GRAB

I bet you say that to all the girls.

***sorry, Grab - you won’t get far with Dean, but only because as he mentioned in the beginning of this episode - 

Drowley rights.

Now Dean has to put his hand in the mouth of this stone lion thing and all of a sudden he is acting....very-not-like-Dean.

[Dean looks again and takes a deep breath.] DEAN

I… how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We'll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay. 

***Dean Winchester, who has been to Literal HELL, who has been torn apart by hellhounds, who has battled the devil and angels and God’s sister - all at the expense of his own life is now - afraid of spiders.  Well, technically he has always been afraid of spiders, but why isn’t ‘he being performative about it At This Time??

***Come to think of it, this sends me right back to how Jackles was playing Dean in 12x11 Regarding Dean THE episode dissecting Dean’s performative masculinity [one day I will clean up and post that analysis sitting in my drafts like a sad hamster]. That makes sense actually, because -> -> ->

that episode and this one are both written by Meredith Glynn.  Girl get in I want to torture you affectionately with a barrage of questions.

So here we have Dean and he’s not performing for Reasons, and he’s scared he’s genuinely scared of putting his hand in this stone lion-gargoyle-pig-creature’s mouth and then -

Smash gives him a push.

She gives him a push.  I cannot stop thinking about how she gives him a push.  A push to go do this thing that he is scared of; his fear being something he was hiding under his performative masculinity. Smash - dean coded dean mirror who does not perform femininity and is ‘weird’ -  she   gives   him   a     p u s h.

***linking here for the jackting joices that follow.

Now, let’s circle back to Smash’s story; why she is working for Bart in the first place -

SMASH

You think I wanna be here? Like I have a choice? SAM

You made a deal. SMASH

Wow! You think? SAM

You sold your soul. SMASH

And if I could take it back, I would. 

there is no reason for this picture here other than I needed you to see the jackting again

***How does the story end for Smash?

DEAN

Take care of you. [Dean glances down at the box, and then at Smash. She sees that Dean has put a lighter on top of the bones.]  BARTHAMUS

Alice, chop chop! 

[Bart indicates she should get his bones]. SMASH

Yeah. [She grabs the lighter and sets Bart's bones alight. Bart screams as he bursts into flames. ] 

***She accepts help and breaks free from the narrative, literally burning it down. The female presenting but not female-performing “weird” ooc representing a side of Dean breaks FREE because she makes a choice.  The lighter Dean drops? It’s a push.  And she goes with it.

Alice reclaims her story.

(Also, Grab gets ganked.  The male presenting ooc; the performative masculinity side; the demon; the darkness; the not-humanity - gets ganked).

Guess what Dean says to Alice when they say goodbye?

DEAN

Hey, Alice. Stay weird.

[I know the peace sign is probably just a Charlie throwback but I’d still like to say duality.  Two. ]

Dean’s not just talking to Alice.  He’s talking to himself; because the walls have been breached and for once Dean isn’t as scared of being different.  Maybe, just maybe, he’s going along with the push.  That’s exactly how the episode ends - with Dean feeling a little more hopeful, a little more at peace; a little more Considering he is capable of not only loving Cas but also not hating himself for it. 

[until the knowledge that Mary is still alive and the guilt of allowing himself ANY happy thoughts instead of looking for her miserably rears its ugly head in 13x09 and round and round we go but for NOW at least -> ]

DEAN

I'll drink to that.

(oh look Dean is just wearing his henley.  It’s almost as if a layer has been peeled back).

tagging @im-shaking-like-milk​ and @deanwasalwaysbi​ for letting me ramble on to them while writing this; and @lilac-void​ because you are always so kind about my stuff :)