#and my BP is bouncing

[fruitless-vain]

Meds making me nauseous I can understand, side effects, digestion, yada yada

Getting nauseous because The Entire Room Is Spinning even when my eyes are closed on the other hand is a whole separate form of hell and can fuck right off

[popcornpoppypop]

Promises, Promises Part 3

Summary: Callie's fate is revealed and Jack finds himself wrapped around his daughter's finger already.

Warnings: Blood, Childbirth, Birth Trauma, Panic Attack, talk of death

A/N: The final part! Thank you for following along! I really liked this story and it's nice to have it out in the world finally.

Mel walked into Callie’s room, the lights dimmed and monitors softly beeping. Dana was curled in her chair, running her fingers through Callie’s hair.

“Dana?” Mel’s voice was small and fragile.

“Hey, Kid.” Dana smiled, her eyes tired and red.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, course.” Dana nodded to the chair on the opposite side of Callie. Mel sat in the chair, trying to be quiet as if she could wake Callie.

“You need to get rest too.” Dana noted.

“We all do, none of us will.” Mel sighed.

“Good point.” Dana gave a sad chuckle. They sat in silence for a while. Mel’s leg bouncing as the thoughts raced through her mind.

“She’s a good person.” Mel stated.

“Yeah. She is.”

“She’s kind. She’s funny and she takes care of us. No one else takes care of us. Not to mention her patients at the vet clinic. She’s a really good person.” Mel’s voice cracked.

“Aw, Kid. Don’t go there.”

“I just…I don’t understand. She deserves to be with her baby. She wanted that baby so much. She held her for thirty-seven seconds. I counted. I had to take her baby from her.” Mel stopped trying to hide the tears.

“There is no reason. There is no way to know why good people have bad things happen to them. But she’s strong and she’s fighting right now. We have to keep fighting for her.” Dana sighed, none of her words felt comforting enough.

“I wish I could do more.”

“You can talk to her. I think she can hear us still.” Dana smiled. Mel nodded, taking a shaky breath.

“Callie, I’m going to keep fighting for you. That means you have to too.” Her lip trembled and her face scrunched in pain. “We need people like you. I need people like you. I remember when you made me take the night off and go to your house. We watched that new romcom, I can’t remember the name, and we put on face masks. We made Dr. Abbot put one on too and he hated it.” Mel gave a wet laugh. “You taught me that taking care of myself was important. You teach me so much.” The tears stung her dry lips. “I’m taking care of them. We all are. We’re looking out for Jack and Pippa. If…if you have to go, we’ll hold them for you.” Mel sobbed.

“Oh, Mel.” Dana sobbed. She got up and went to the other side of the bed, wrapping Mel up in her arms.

“She’s too important to leave.” Mel sighed as she tried to regain her composure.

“She’s not leaving.” Dana told her with conviction. They sat with Callie, feeling her breath and life bringing some comfort. They both knew that if Callie didn’t make it, it would send the whole department into a grief-stricken whirl.

The monitors suddenly picked up their rhythm, sending Mel and Dana to their feet.

“BP is getting stronger, heart rate elevating.” Dana noted.

“Get Dr. Abbot. I think she’s trying to wake up.” Dana ran faster than she ever had. She burst into bay 7, Jack and Robby turning to her with terror in their eyes.

“I think she’s waking up.” Dana was out of breath, but they both heard her.

“Perlah-” Jack started but was cut off by the nurse taking the baby from his arms and shoving him out of the room.

They ran back to the room, the monitors signaling that she was trying to come back to them.

“Stats are improving, her breaths are stronger and she’s exhibiting purposeful movement.” Mel informed them. Jack ran over to Callie’s side, his hand smoothing her hair away from her face.

“Baby, Callie, can you hear me?” Jack’s voice was breaking again. He held her hand like it was the only thing keeping him together. “Squeeze my hand, please Honey.” He begged. He paid no attention what anyone else in the room was doing, he eyes were glued to Callie. His chest felt like it broke open when he felt her hand squeeze back. “Thank you, Baby.” He kissed her forehead.

Her eyes started fluttering as she tried to gain control of her body. Her hand clamped down firmly on Jacks, desperate for something to ground her. Her eyes finally opened and she was looking at Jack and he felt like he might collapse again.

“Hey, there you are. There’s my girl.” He sobbed. The tears fell down Callie’s temples as she gasped around the intubation tube.

“Easy, Callie. We’ll take it out, just relax for a minute.” Robby said as he grabbed his gloves. Jack could see the pain in her eyes, not just physical but the emotional. She would need time to heal, they all would.

“Okay, Callie. Take a deep breath in,” Robby took hold of the tube. “ And blow out, that’s it.” He pulled the tube from her throat, Callie coughing and hacking.

“You’re okay, you’re alright.” Jack supported her neck as she took deep breaths.

“Good to see you again, Callie.” Robby smiled as he checked her over.

“Fuck…you…” Callie rasped, sending the room laughing.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Jack sighed. Callie raised her hand to hold his face.

“Scared myself.” Callie’s lip trembled. “I’m never doing that again. One and done.” She nodded.

“Oh you’ll get no fight from me.” Jack chuckled.

“We’ll give you two some time.” Robby nodded. Callie reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Thank you. I trusted you and you fought for me.” Callie smiled.

“We’ll always fight for you.” Robby nodded.

“I think there’s someone that’s been waiting to see you.” Perlah came wheeling the warming crib into the room. Jack helped move the bed upright for Callie. “You tell us if you need anything.” She smiled and ushered everyone out of the room.

Jack picked the baby up and brought her over to Callie, placing them on her chest.

“She’s so perfect.” Callie sobbed.

“You both are.” Jack kissed her cheek as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t believe your ginger genes beat mine.” They laughed.

“It may be recessive but it’s stubborn.” He sighed, content with their peaceful moment.

“I can’t believe we get to take her home. Feels illegal.”

“Like we were supposed to get a license at some point and forgot.”

“Yeah. Oh my god. The car doesn’t have a car seat.” Callie looked up to Jack.

“Honey, you’ll be here for a while. I’ll get the car seat sorted, don’t worry about that.” He laughed.

“I need to ask you a question and you cannot laugh.” Callie adjusted herself on the bed.

“I’ll do my best.”

“It feels like there is a balloon in my uterus, is there a balloon in my uterus?”

“Yes. There is. It’ll be there for about a day.” Jack stated.

“Thought I was crazy.” She sighed. She nuzzled her cheek against her baby’s head, that sweet newborn scent sending a rush of endorphins to her brain.

Jack pulled his phone out, snapping a quick picture. It would be his screensaver on his phone, laptop and it would be hung up in his locker.

“How’s the pain?” Jack’s hand was resting on her arm, he felt the need to be touching her at all times, needing to be sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Well, not great. But it’s not like I can have pain meds.” She shrugged. Jack took a deep breath, readying to break her heart a little more.

“Honey, you had to have a lot of medications. You were out for a while. She needed to be fed.”

“But…we had a plan.” Her voice shook.

“I know, Callie. None of this went to plan. She’s going to be okay on formula. You need to rest.” Jack cupped her cheek in his hands.

“I wanted…I wanted to have that connection. I was supposed to-” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

“I know. We’re good at pivoting and improving. We can handle this. You can handle this. She is not going to love you less.”

“What if it messes her up? What if all of this does something to her?” Callie sobbed.

“She’s okay. She is doing everything she is supposed to. She’s hitting the milestones. APGAR is perfect.”

“But, like, down the line? Like, what if it causes some complication?”

“Honey, there is nothing that would suggest any complications.” Jack wiped the tears from her face.

“T-take her, my arms feel weird.” Callie sobbed.

“What do you mean?”

“Take her, Jack!” Callie was panicking.

“okay, okay.” Jack lifted the baby into his arms. “Breath, honey. You’re okay.”

“I failed her, I failed her already.” The sobs wracked Callie’s body. Jack could see the panic in her eyes. He put Pippa back in the crib, she was getting fussy with the commotion.

“Callie, you haven’t failed anyone.” Jack tried to console her, squeezing her hand.

“I did, m-my body failed her! I don’t care if it fails me, but not her! Not her!” She was delirious.

The baby started crying, the sound of Callie’s panic disturbing Pippa. Jack felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, he was starting to panic. He popped his head into the hall, spotting Princess he waved her over.

“Take the baby, she’s okay. Just keep an eye on her.” Jack pleaded as he wheeled the crib into the hallway.

“Yeah, we got her. She okay?”

“It’s all hitting her. Robby still here?” Jack looked back into the room, Callie was sobbing, her body unsteady and rocking with the effort of her cries.

“Yeah, he’s still around.” Princess looked to Callie, her face crumbled at the sight. “Just…she might need to be sedated. I don’t-I don’t fucking know.” He shook his head as he went back in.

“Callie, you need to breathe. You’re going hypoxic, you need to slow down.” Jack sat on the edge of the bed, holding her shoulders.

“I can’t do this! I can’t do this!” She sobbed.

“Yes, you can! You were going to give her your life, you would sacrifice everything for her! Callie, you’re already a great mother. Please, take a breath.” He held her head in his hands, her face red and lips purple and twitching.

“She deserves better than me.”  She looked more broken than Jack had ever seen her, it made his heart drop.

“There isn’t anyone on this planet better than you. You have no idea how incredible you are. I failed you if you truly think that.” Jack shook his head, fighting the tears.  “You didn’t see how many people were shattered today, the thought that you…we might lose you brought this hospital to its knees.”

“I’m so scared!”

“I know. Me too. We have so much to lose now. But we can do this together.” Jack brushed her hair from her face.

“I can’t stop this! I-I can’t…” The monitor alarms started going off.

“Callie, Callie you have to breathe. Baby! I need you to breathe!” Jack begged, her chest heaving with each panicked breath. Her eyes were distant, he couldn’t reach her anymore. She barely had the strength to be conscious let alone be rational. Jack slammed the call button.

“Callie, try to listen to me, Baby I’m right here. You are okay. Pippa is okay. I’m okay, everyone is okay.” Jack tried to reason with her primal, panicked mind.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Robby came into the room.

“I can’t get her to calm down. She’s hypoxic, her sats are going down. We-we need to sedate her.” Jack’s heart broke. He’d been there. When his mind tortured him to the point he couldn’t fight back and had to be sedated. It was a terrible feeling. One he thought he could keep from Callie.

“Princess-”

“Got it.” She said as she administered the drugs into the IV catheter in Callie’s arm.

“You’re just going to sleep, Honey. Just a little rest, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. Everything is okay.” Jack talked with her until her eyes finally shut and her breathing evened out. Her vitals going back to normal limits.

“Fuck.” Jack sighed.

“Princess, sit with her for a minute. Jack, let’s walk.” Robby put a hand on his shoulder.

“No, I-”

“She’ll be okay, I’m not going to leave her. Go.” Princess nodded.

“Come on. You need to get some air.” Robby pulled Jack to his feet. Jack stumbled out of the room.

“We’ll get Kiara to come see her in the morning.” Robby noted. “We’re getting a recliner sent down for you. Ideally, she’d go upstairs but ICU says there won’t be room for a while. Nothing new there. I would tell you to go home and we’ll watch them but I know better than that.” Robby chuckled.

“I keep thinking about what I should have done different. Maybe if I had put my foot down and we’d gone to Presby she’d have gotten the c-section and she wouldn’t feel like this.” Jack shook his head.

“She would still be traumatized by an emergency c-section. She’d still be laid up in bed, not able to move. We know this is, unfortunately, what happens when birth goes awry. There wasn’t any way to spare her from this, Jack. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I just can’t stand the fact that she thinks she’s a failure after all that. After how hard she fought.” Jack rubbed his eyes, they were sore and irritated.

“I know. It doesn’t make sense. But the human brain is a scary place.  She’ll get through this. You all will.” Robby patted him on the back.

“Jesus, this is not how today was supposed to go.” Jack walked out the ambulance bay doors, the cool night air washing over him, offering little comfort.

“No. But did you really think you and Callie would have a normal anything? You two are constantly getting thrown curveballs.” Robby huffed.

“True. But, this was too close. Her heart stopped. I can’t stop thinking about it. I know she can’t either. I have half a mind to keep them both locked in the house and wrapped in bubble wrap.” Jack sighed.

“Oh, I think I won the bet!” Robby pumped his fist in the air. “Knew you’d say that at some point.”

“Not funny.”

“A little funny.” Robby nudged his shoulder. “Dana’s at your house getting it ready, by the way.”

“What?” Jack looked up at him confused. “When did she get a key?”

“Callie gave her one when you guys moved in. She’s making sure the fridge is stocked and all your baby equipment is prepped and ready. She didn’t feel like she could go right home but didn’t want to be in the way here. She’s grieving in her own way.” Robby nodded. “She said something about lasagna.”

“Callie loves her lasagna.” Jack let out a long-held sigh.

“Who doesn’t?” Robby smiled. The two men stood in silence for a moment. The events of the day running through their heads. Had it been anyone else, they would have been able to work through it and move on. But it was too close.

“Fuck. She almost died.” A sob ripped from Jack’s throat. “I almost lost her!” He broke, his hand grabbing Robby’s shoulder as his knees threatened to give out again. Robby held him upright.

“It’s okay.” He told him as Jack clung onto him. “She’s okay. She made it.” He reassured him.

“I’m sorry.” Jack coughed as he stood up.

“You never have to apologize to me. Especially about this. Jack, we’re family. That woman is the closet thing I have to a sister. I was feeling all of it too. We’re all going to feel this.” Robby nodded.

“Dr. Abbot, Princess says the sedation is starting to wear off.” One of the nurses shouted from the doorway.

“I can barely keep myself together. I don’t know how to keep her from breaking.”

“Then don’t. She just needs you to be there, Jack. Not solve everything.” Robby nodded. Jack gave him a slap on the arm and ran back inside.

“Dr. Abbot, she just started to wake up.” Princess stood up. “I’ll be just outside.” She left, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

Callie’s brows furrowed as she fought the sedation. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. She looked up at Jack, her bloodshot eyes still made his heart flutter.

“Hey.” His voice quiet and soft.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the hell that was.” Callie sighed, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to apologize. Callie, what you’ve been through is more than enough to throw anyone for a loop. It’s going to take time to feel normal.” Jack’s thumb traced along her cheekbone.

“You went through it too.”

“Yeah. Yeah, but I don’t have the physical reminder.” He said, her hand in his as they both clung to each other for dear life.

“Where is she? I must have scared the shit out of her.” Callie sighed.

“She’s…I actually don’t know. Princess probably handed her off to one of the nurses.”

“So you’re going to look me in the eye, after I just had a panic attack so bad I needed sedation, and tell me you don’t know where my baby is right now?” Callie raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, find our child, please.” Callie chuckled. Jack scrambled out of the room and up to the nurses station.

“Hey, where is my baby?” Jack asked Princess.

“Oh, sorry! I forgot to tell you! She’s okay, Donnie brought her into the break room. It was quieter.” Princess said. Jack nodded headed into the break room. Donnie was bouncing the baby in his arms as he stirred his coffee, talking to her.

“…and then you mom made me go to brunch and tried to set me up with the waitress because I said she was hot one time. She’s a good wingman, your mom. Then there was the time she brought me sweet potato pie because I missed my grandma’s pie and she could tell how sad I was. Your mom takes care of us, she’s really good at it too.” He hummed to the baby. “I’ll tell you the really good stories when your older.” He laughed as he turned, surprised to see Jack standing in the doorway. “Geez, you scared me. We were just chatting.” Donnie nodded to the baby.

“Thank you for looking after them, Donnie. You’ve always taken good care of Callie when I couldn’t.”

“They’re family. You’re family. It’s what we do.” Donnie shrugged. “Anyway, she’s a cute baby so it’s easy to be nice to her.” He chuckled.

“Alright, let me get her back to her mom.” He smiled taking the baby into his arms.

Jack walked into Callie’s room, the baby gurgling and stretching in his arms. Callie had fallen asleep already, but they had gotten the recliner to her room for him. He made himself comfortable; the baby settled on his chest.

“We’ll be alright.” He murmured into the top of Pippa’s head, kissing the soft curls. Pippa yawned, Jack gave her his finger to hold. She held it tight. He felt like he could explode, he loved her so damn much.

Four days in the hospital, and Jack and Callie were both ready to scream. They were grateful to have so many people helping them, but there was no privacy. The ICU never had a bed open up, and Jack preferred the doctors he knew over ones he only occasionally interacted with, so it wasn’t fussed over much.

“You three ready to get the hell out of here?” Robby came in smiling.

“I never want to see this place again.” Callie gave a sarcastic smirk.

“Not sure how possible that will be. But I hope it’s only to pick up Jack and bring us donuts.” Robby handed her the discharge papers.

“Well, you won’t see me for two months, try not to burn the place down.” Jack huffed.

“I think we’ll manage.” Robby rolled his eyes. There was knock on the door that broke their attention.

“Come in.” Callie called.

“Stop letting everyone in here. We’re trying to get out of here.” Jack groaned.

“Oh, stop being so grumpy.” Callie smacked his chest.

“Hey, just wanted to see you guys before you left.” Donnie came in, a gaggle of people behind him.

“Oh please. You’re here for her and we all know it.” Callie crossed her arms.

“Yeah, but I was trying to be polite about it.” He shot her a snotty look as he went over to the crib.

“What are you going to do without all the nurses fawning over her?” Robby chuckled.

“I will miss that.” Callie sighed, her head resting on Jack’s arm.

“You call me, I’ll be over any time you need.” Perlah noted.

“Same.” Donnie smiled down at the baby.

“Alright, get the hell away from my baby before you get your nasty ER germs on her.” Jack shooed everyone away.

“Text me once you get home.” Robby put a hand on Callie’s shoulder. “Call if you need a break. I mean it, both of you.” He shot Jack a look.

“Thank you, Robby. For everything.” Callie’s eyes started to water.

“Oh stop all of that.” He wrapped her up in a tight hug. “I can’t cry in front of the med students. Get those hormones out of here.” He chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

“Let’s go home.” Jack said as he got Pippa settled in her car seat. Callie stood up, getting ready to leave before Dana came rolling in with a wheelchair.

“What do you think you’re doing? Sit the hell down!” She barked, hand on her hip.

“I can walk!”

“Can and should are two different things. Policy. Get in the chair.” She ordered.

“You care aggressively.” Callie chuckled.

“Not the first time that’s been said.” Dana patted her shoulder as she got in the chair. They finally left the room, the weight started to feel bearable.

“Now. I’ve got all the bottle ready for you. Full stock of formula ready to go for you. I made sure the fridge is stocked for the week and the freezer has plenty of food. When that runs low, call me.” Dana instructed.

“I think we can make our own food.” Jack snorted.

“You two will forget to feed yourselves the second you don’t have food in front of your face.” Dana scolded.

“Fair point.” Jack nodded.

“Thank you, Dana. You didn’t need to do all that, but it’s appreciated.” Callie smiled.

“My daughter is coming by to take care of the lawn and the garden, don’t worry about any of that. My husband is cleaning the gutters after the rain tomorrow. Don’t panic when there's a random man on a ladder in the front yard. They are under strict instructions not to ring the bell or bother you.” Dana parked the chair next to the car.

“You really don’t need to do that.” Callie knew it was a useless battle, but fought it out of politeness.

“Stop it. If you need a minute to yourself and want some adult interaction, call me. Call Robby. Call anyone. We’re here.” She smiled, her eyes glassy.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you all.” Callie sighed.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Dana wrapped her up in hug. “We love you. God, feel nervous not having you here anymore.” She gave a breathy laugh.

“You have control issues.” Jack laughed as he came around the car to help Callie into the car.

“I’m a charge nurse, of course I have control issues.” She smacked Jack’s arm.

Jack closed the door to the passenger side. He took a deep breath.

“Got your girls all settled.” Dana smiled, seeing the nerves starting to bubble up on Jacks face. “You got this. You’ve already taken such good care of them.” She put her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah, just us now though.” Jack nodded.

“Enjoy it. You’ll blink and be back here.” Dana patted his arm and shoved him toward the car. “Make sure she doesn’t overdo it! You’ll answer to me if she’s back in here.” Dana laughed as she walked off.

“Ready?” Jack got into the car, adjusting the rearview mirror so he could see the car seat.

“So ready for my own bed.” Callie chuckled. Jack chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had never driven so cautiously in his life. 30 mph felt like 70 mph. He was so relieved to be home, the driveway never looked so good as he pulled in.

“Let me get her out and then I'll help you.” Jack said as he jumped out of the car and undid the car seat. He looked up to see Callie climbing out of the car.

“I can manage some things, Jack.” She said as she limped towards the door. Jack shook his head as he followed her inside.

“My god, she cleaned the whole place.” Callie looked in shock at the now pristine home before her.

“She’s deranged. At least it’s to our advantage.” Jack laughed.

They sat on the couch, the TV playing something for the noise, the baby asleep on Jack’s chest.

“What do we do now?” Callie asked.

“Try and figure out what normal looks like now.” He shrugged. Callie looked over to him. He was rubbing soft circles on Pippa’s back, humming under his breath.

“I think I like what the new normal looks like on you.” Callie cocked an eyebrow.

“Down girl. You got six weeks before you can talk like that to me.” Jack scolded.

“Can’t help that my boyfriend is a smoking hot DILF.” She chuckled.

“You know you’re the most fertile just after having a baby, right?”

“Oh that did it. Yeah, no I’m good.” Callie shook her head.

“Thought so.” Jack laughed. “This feels right. The three of us.” He smiled. “Yeah. This was how we were supposed to be. Just the three of us. Our team is complete for sure.” Callie ran her hand through his curls. “This is perfect.”

[marscantread7]

bp xavier and mc both riding sylus’ cocks in his dragon form😋😋??

Like it would be so hot xavier and mc could js be making out while they both ride each of sylus’ cocks with mc guiding xavier’s hips gently (or roughly), moaning to each others mouths while sylus watches occasionally rubbing or slapping the ass of whoever🤭🤭

OH MY DAYS YES!!!

Xavier with his back facing Sylus and mc impaled on the other cock, facing Xavier. This was Xavier's first time fucking dragon Sylus, so both mc and Sylus made sure to go nice and slow for him at first. Mc slowly guiding Xavier's hips as his cunt pulses around Sylus's cock. He's gripping onto mc's shoulders, whining desperately into her mouth bc Sylus is buried so fucking deep inside him, he thinks he's actually going insane. Sylus isn't making it any better, rubbing all along Xavier's waist soothingly, helping mc guide him.

"Little pussy's eating your dragon up. Look at it Xavie. How does his cock feel? Feel's good hm? Come on and be a good boy, why don't you bounce for him, come on." Mc says as she starts to pick the pace up herself.

Xavier's eyes go wide as he feels himself be lifted by Sylus's sharp talons and immediately dropped back down on the large cock, throwing his head back and screaming. Mc laughs meanly, bringing Xavier in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as she starts to move Xavier's hips roughly. They're both going fast now, bouncing at an incredible pace in Sylus's humble opinion. He couldn't help but reach out and smack Xavier's ass, causing him to arch his back, tightening around Sylus's cock making them both moan loudly.

"Fuck! Good bunny, look at you bouncing, so desperate," Sylus growled out, smacking Xavier's ass again. "Keep guiding his hips like that kitten, make him feel every inch." And mc happily obliged.

Xavier started drooling against mc's lips, so overcome with pleasure that all he could do was keep on moaning and whining into her mouth, drooling all over her. She just laughed, calling him a dirty boy, quickly bringing one hand to Xavier's clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as the other kept guiding his hips. Noticing mc starting to falter herself, Sylus quickly bucked up, reaching over and giving her ass a quick swat.

"Keep moving, kitten or I'll move for the both of you myself."

All she could do was roll her eyes as she started to grind her hips down again, eyes going to the back of her head as she felt Xavier's fingers start to rub circles against her clit. There they both were, desperately grinding against Sylus's cocks and each others fingers while Sylus watched with a smirk on his face.

"I'm gonna cum, please let me cum! Please, please!" Xavier begged, tears starting to gather in his eyes. Mc glanced at Sylus, knowing it was ultimately up to him, and a wicked smile graced Sylus's features.

"Go on and cum bunny, make a mess everywhere like the dirty little bun you are, but! You can't stop moving. You have to keep going until me and mc cum too, it's only fair right?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll be good, I'll keep moving please-" before be coild finish, Xavier squealed, cumming all over Sylus's cock, twitching and gasping, hips moving in short thrusts, trying to get Sylus deeper and milk him dry.

"Oh, what a good boy. Now, do as your dragon said and keep fucking yourself, come on!"

Xavier sobbed as he rode Sylus through the overstimulation, the dragon gently rubbing his back, cooing at him. Mc was still trying to guide his hips, but she was more focused on her own pleasure now, feeling that familiar pressure rise inside her own gut. Xavier was glued to her chest at the moment, kissing and licking at her left breast, and Sylus kept giving an occasional buck of his hips.

"Fuck, Sy, I'm gonna cum soon," she moaned, holding Xavier tighter.

"Yeah? Me too. Bunny looks like he might cum again soon, isn't that right?" And all Xavier could do was nod dumbly, unaware of everything being said around him, hyper focused on the cock drilling in and out of his sopping cunt.

It didn't take long at all, mc stilling, hugging Xavier tight to her chest, walls pulsing around Sylus, which sent the dragon over the edge, one hand one each of their hips, holding them down, making them take his seed. It was the sensation of being filled to the brim that sent Xavier over the edge a second time, biting down on mc's collarbone to keep from wriggling around.

Mc fell forward, holding Xavier, causing him to fall backwards onto Sylus's chest. The action caused both his cocks to slide out of both of them, earning a hiss from all three, but nobody was willing to slip one back in.

Xavier was catching his breath still when he felt Sylus's chest shaking with poorly concealed laughter. Mc, with her face buried in Xavier's chest, nudged at the dragon's foot and huffed.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"The fact that both of you think we're done. One round, really?" Xavier and mc both yelped, hugging one another as they were flipped over, Sylus hovering over both of them. "Thinking one load of cum is enough to settle a beast like me is absurd. Be good little pets, and let your dragon fuck some babies into you."

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Rewrote this like 10 different times with 10 different plots and I still hate how it turned out! I need to #die because this is GETTING OUT OF HAND. Anyways, I know this is actual shit out of a butt, but I literally just don't know what to do anymore and this is the most satisfying thing I could get out of it.

I almost put, "Let your master fuck babies into you" bc that felt more fitting, BUT! Uhm! BHM, js ended, let me keep that one to myself for a little while longer😭😭😭 it can marinate until April

Anyways, I hope I could at least somewhat give u SOMETHING that u hoped for anon💔💔💔 I really tried, but I'm js not feeling ANYTHING I'm writing lately. I hope u enjoy it😭💔 truly

[the-boy-ismine]

STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST! (no links are wips).

😺 : bp, 🩷 : nsfw, 💛 : sfw (applies to every masterlist)

OT8!

🩷 (😺 in honorable mentions) SKZ '25 KINK SERIES

🩷 SKZ & THEIR FAVORITE POSITION

🩷 SKZ GIVING HEAD.

🩷 '25 HYUNCHAN SPECIAL

🩷 DANCERACHA TASTE SERIES

🩷 COCKDRUNK SKZ.

🩷 SEX @ WORK (TEASER) + SKZ SEX @ WORK SERIES.

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (HYUNG LINE V. MAKNAE LINE)

BANG CHAN!

🩷 STUDIO (AFTER HOURS) — “You’re already hard,” You whispered, grinding against him, slow and deliberate. “Is this what you were waiting for? Hoped I’d find you alone?”

🩷 HYUNCHAN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — You pulled him down into a kiss, teeth grazing Chan’s bottom lip. “You’re so good like this. Taking me so deep. So tight around me—fuck, you need it, don’t you?”

🩷😺 UNTITLED 04.12.25; HONORABLE MENTION OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — Chan looked wrecked. Flushed, glassy-eyed, breath shaky—but underneath all that, a flicker of something soft. Trust. Love. Need.

🩷 CLOSE MY EYES (SEE THE RED LIGHTS); A HYUNCHAN SPECIAL

🩷 separate 😺 section MAKE SOME NOISE — "Uh-huh, uh-huh—fuck, fuck—!" He chants nonsense when you thrust hard and fast, rhythmic, gasping stutters like he can’t even form real words anymore.

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. HYUNG LINE) — “I didn’t do anything,” he gasped, breathless and already grinding his hips against your length. “You’re the one who keeps staring at my tits like they’re yours to touch.”

LEE KNOW/MINHO!

🩷😺 DANCE PRACTICE (AFTER FILM) — You couldn’t help but smile, a slow, predatory curve of your lips. "Impatient, huh?" You slid your hand lower, feeling Minho’s body tense beneath your touch. "I can fix that."

🩷 STRESS RELIEF — “This what you wanted, kitten?” you growled, slapping his ass. “Getting fucked like the needy little slut you are?”

🩷 2MIN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — You did exactly that—grabbing Minho from behind, pressing him face-first into the mattress, lips marking the swell of his ass, hands gripping tight. “You walk around like this and expect me to behave?”

🩷😺 JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY — “You’re the only one who gets me like this,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his thigh, “only one who gets me inside them, gets filled until they can’t walk straight. You know that, don’t you?”

🩷😺 ROOM FOR TWO? (2MIN); HONORABLE MENTION OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — “Want him to,” Minho panted, bouncing harder now. “Wanna be ruined. Wanna be filled just like you were.”

🩷 ADDICTED 2 U; A PART OF THE DANCERACHA TASTE SERIES

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. HYUNG LINE) — “Such a dirty little hole,” you snarled, fucking him harder. “Tight as hell and sucking me in like you were made for this.”

😺🩷💛 ADMIT IT! (YOU'RE OBSESSED) — You groan into him, tongue dipping into his fluttering hole as your fingers press into the meat of his thighs, spreading him wider, pulling him open. “I can’t help it,” you whisper, voice wrecked. “You’re too fucking pretty. I want to live down here.”

SEO CHANGBIN!

🩷 CHANGIN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — You rutted into them like you were possessed, whispering filth the whole time. “So thick, so warm—fuck—your thighs were made for this.”

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. HYUNG LINE) — “F-Fuck—hyung—!” Changbin’s voice cracked as his body spasmed violently. His cock erupted in thick white spurts, painting both of your chests, his own stomach, and your hand. His walls clamped around you like a vice, milking your cock as he trembled through his high.

HWANG HYUNJIN!

🩷 HYUNCHAN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — Hyunjin’s head dropped to your shoulder, body trembling as the camera caught it all—his flushed skin, the messy kiss You dragged from his lips, the breathless moan of your name just before he came.

🩷 MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE; A HYUNCHAN SPECIAL

🩷 FAKE EYES OPEN; A PART OF THE DANCERACHA TASTE SERIES

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. HYUNG LINE) — “Now tell me,” you whispered into his ear, breath hot, “Don’t you look fucking perfect like this?”

🩷 PAINT ME (LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS) — “I want to be your canvas,” he breathes, climbing into your lap without asking. “Use me. Color me in. Leave bruises like brush strokes.”

JISUNG HAN!

🩷😺 SEE YOU AGAIN — Each thrust was deep, unhurried, more intentional than desperate. The way You gripped his thigh, the way your hips rolled—meant something. Han couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop whispering your name.

🩷 JILIX (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — Han was already half-fogged, fucked out from earlier, sensitive everywhere. And You were relentless—pressing kisses into his skin, praising every twitch, every helpless sound.

🩷😺 PERFECT X2 (JILIX); HONORABLE MENTION OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — You couldn’t take your eyes off him. His flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way he clenched every time your cock brushed just right. His pussy was soaked, squelching obscenely with every movement, drenching your thighs as he rode you harder.

🩷 MIC CHECK (JEONGSUNG) — Han obeyed fast, dropping in front of them with a grin and eager fingers. He undid your pants, tugged them down enough to free you, then licked a long stripe up the length of your cock before sucking you in—warm, wet, sinful.

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. MAKNAE LINE) — “Gonna ruin your precious audio, baby,” you chuckled, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “Hope you saved a clean version before I made you stupid.”

LEE FELIX/YONGBOK!

🩷😺 JUST US? ALWAYS — “You’re beautiful like this,” You whispered, pressing your lips to the base of Felix’s throat as his fingers teased him open. “So warm… I missed how your body melts for me.”

🩷 JILIX (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — “You thought I’d just sit there forever?” You growled, already stripping the flimsy fabric down Felix’s thighs. “You kept clenching around me, baby. You wanted this.”

🩷😺 PERFECT X2 (JILIX); HONORABLE MENTION OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — Felix turned his head, moaning loud as you slammed into him just right—and Han shuddered, fingers twitching between his legs as he watched you ruin his best friend.

🩷 LOOK AT ME (BABY, DAY & NIGHT); A PART OF THE DANCERACHA TASTE SERIES

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. MAKNAE LINE) — “Feel how deep I am?” you whispered, pressing a hand to his belly where your cock bulged faintly. “Feel me all the way in your guts, baby?”

KIM SEUNGMIN!

🩷 2MIN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — That’s all it took. You thrust harder now, panting against Seungmin’s neck, fucking him through soft sobs and needy whines until Seungmin came untouched, trembling under You. And You followed, burying yourself deep and spilling inside, gasping his name.

🩷😺 ROOM FOR TWO? (2MIN); HONORABLE MENTION OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — You didn’t. You snapped your hips up, burying yourself deep, and he came with a strangled moan—his pussy clenching so hard around you it pushed you right to the edge. You held him down, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside him, filling him with hot, thick release.

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. MAKNAE LINE) — “You're so small like this,” you teased, your lips brushing his ear as you pistoned your hips into him—harder now, faster. “Tiny little thing all stuffed full, legs shaking, cock leaking without me even touching it. This what you call being in charge, Seungmin?”

YANG JEONGIN/I.N.!

🩷 CHANGIN (& THEIR KINKS); A PART OF THE SKZ '25 KINK SERIES — “You jealous, hyung?” Jeongin teased, grinding just enough. “You don’t want them thinking they could ever have me, right?”

🩷 MIC CHECK (JEONGSUNG) — The room was filled with breathy whimpers, skin against skin, the wet sounds of Jeongin’s pleasure and Han’s soft curses. You didn’t let up—one hand around Jeongin’s throat, not choking, just grounding, while the other snaked around to stroke him in time with each thrust.

🩷 MIDNIGHT DESIRES (FT. MAKNAE LINE) — He blinked up at you, dazed, lips trembling. “W-wanna be good—want you to feel good—” “You do,” you whispered, leaning close. “You feel perfect. Gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want me to cum deep in this pretty little hole?” “Y-yes—!”

(back to main masterlist?)

[katmaibearfan]

BearCam Season Approaches! (slowly)

Hey folks, it's been a while since I've posted! A little ~personal update~ is under the cut, but before we get to that, some pre-season housecleaning!

As far as i am aware, the official date of the bear cams being turned back on is unknown. Generally speaking, it happens some time in mid-late June -- though many of the bears do not appear until July, since that's when the salmon start arriving.

Usually at this time of year I would be watching (and likely posting occasionally about) the Dumpling Mountain cam, because you can often spot the first bears of the season on it (as little specks in the river) before the other cams are up. However, the Dumpling Mountain cam is currently offline. I've heard rumors that it was damaged in a storm and needs repairs, though i can no longer locate the comment that said that. If anyone has a source on that, please let me know!

The start of the bear cam season is often slow, as the bears wander one by one over to the river. But since the cams turn on in the middle of bear mating season, there's two things i would like to note:

First is that if you watch the cams, you will likely see some bears courting or mating at some point. I will post photos, gifs, and potentially videos of bears courting (as i did last year for 32 chunk's nearly week-long courtship of 101 or 164 Bucky and 901's very very cute extended courtship), but i will not post any photos, gifs, or videos of bears mating. However, I may post text updates about who has been seen mating with who, because i think it's fun in a "world's least harmful reality TV show" kinda way.

Second, mating season means that mother bears who enter into estrus must separate from their cubs. This is sometimes hard for people to watch -- it's always hard on humans to see a family break apart. This year especially, we have many family units that we expect to separate from each other. I will continue to tag all newly-separated subadults with their cub tag until they receive an official identification number.

that's all the bear-related stuff i've got for now -- on to the ~personal update~ below the cut, aka, why i've basically disappeared since the cams ended (whoops).

I posted a while ago about my Mystery B12 Deficiency. Turns out, I also had critically low iron and critically low vitamin D. In addition, my resting heart rate was averaging 110-120bpm, and my blood pressure was Weird Enough that i had to get Approximately One Billion Tests Done. (for anyone curious, i'll explain at the bottom, it's a little involved but i think it's pretty interesting)

We still don't know why my BP is the way it is, because every single test (and there were so many) has come back completely normal. My heart rate is getting lower as my vitamin levels bounce back, which is good! But also, once i started Vitamin D, my severe hypermobility that almost completely disappeared several years ago (and got replaced by very severe muscle pain and stiffness instead) is coming back. rapidly. with a vengeance.

So, between all of the tests and appointments and adjusting to my body very quickly falling apart at the seams again, i have been, uhh, busy. really, really busy. I didn't want to take the whole off-season off from this blog. I really didn't. But I just did not have the time or energy to actually do any of the things I wanted to do. So, now we're here.

Weird Blood Pressure Explainer, for anyone curious: Blood pressure has two numbers, Systolic and Diastolic. Systolic is the top number, and Diastolic is the bottom number. Most people who have "high blood pressure" have either high Systolic pressure or both high Systolic and Diastolic Blood pressure. I am not one of those people. My Systolic blood pressure is Basically Normal, at 115-125-ish. My diastolic blood pressure, however, is in stage 2 hypertension at roughly 90-95. There are very few things that cause this pattern of high blood pressure -- sleep apnea (which i do not have), various endocrine disorders (we did All Of The Blood Tests for these, and all of them were negative), and various kidney disorders (we did both blood tests and extensive imaging for, and all of it was also negative). Also, i had extensive heart imaging done a few months ago, and it's totally normal, so there's nothing wrong structurally or anything. So now we're just waiting to see if it gets worse over time, and otherwise leaving it alone. But my doctors sure are Concerned and Confused in the mean time.

[paledoptera]

SHADOWFELL SAGA CONTENT ARCHIVE (POST 2/2)

welcome back to the shadowfell content archive!

this is going to be the second (and hopefully last) post! keep in mind the "parts" are going to be a lot more brief than the first post, the early game was pretty fleshed out but the rest was pretty much just vague ideas.

in addition to content that would have eventually come out, i'm also gonna be showing off a couple of early drafts and ideas that got cut!!!

SO:

INTERMISSION: BATTLE TIME!!!

so this was the original draft shiiv sent me for "smackdown". for the two tracks they contributed to the game (smackdown & pasta la vista, which you can hear in the last content archive post) they basically made a full song with temporary instrumentation, then i went back and remade the song with more toby fox-y instrumentation. they are FANTASTIC at music writing and i actually kinda love this original version of smackdown, it has some unique charm in how bitcrushed it is

i don't really have much to comment about the battle system, but i'll quickly run through how it would've worked:

basically, it'd be the mario & luigi battle system but with a few small changes.

solo attacks would be weak attacks that cost little BP (bone power)

bros attacks would be strong attacks that cost lots of BP

you can skip your turn and regain BP by using a "pass" action command. this would be the main way to recover BP

i think one flaw in mario & luigi is that BP being a somewhat limited resource kind of force you to use solo (jump/hammer) moves rather than your COOL and hard to master bros moves. i feel like BP being an UNlimited resource would kind of remedy that

here are some ideas we had for bros attacks

(in bone blast, papyrus' gaster blaster would have been FRANK from papyrus belief <3)

yaboinando made this amazing concept for an attack based off of an old "dark darker yet darker" fan animation

last thing i have to say about the battle system: we actually had another form of "bros move" planned out. the whole game is food themed, so i figured it was only natural that a cooking move would be in the game!

PART 4: MOUNT CERAMIA

this area's name actually hovered between "mount ceramic" and "mount ceramia" for a while. i ended up choosing ceramia cuz i thought it sounded more mountain-y the theme is pretty unfinished, but i really like how it sounds anyways. i wanted to establish "our maiden voyage" as the overarching "area theme" for the whole game, but i thought a more percussive and tribal-sounding version of it would be cool for the mountain area

mount ceramia is a giant mountain made of plates and mugs. who would've thought!! i wanted to make a joke about "tectonic plates" here. i liked the section in superstar saga where you climb a giant mountain, which is prob the biggest inspiration of this area.

early on in the area, you meet IMPACT, a skeleton oc with a giant bone club

he was mostly a joke character, but i liked him. he was kinda like a big dumb caveman-y guy. funnily enough, i never envisioned him as a boss or villain. he was always going to be an ally.

(i didn't make it very far in the writing process of his theme song!!)

i can't be bothered to make a whole google doc for his short introduction script, so i'll just copy-paste it to here. (his text was going to be comedically large)

Impact: IMPACT!!! Impact: I AM IMPACT Impact: THE ONE WHO BONKS Papyrus: HELLO IMPACT! IT'S NICE TO- Impact: IMPACT PLAGUED BY Impact: TERRIBLE EGGPLANTS Impact: THEY HARD LIKE ROCKS Impact: AND RUIN MY GARDEN Papyrus: AH, A SKELETON IN DISTRESS! Papyrus: NO MATTER, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO HELP! (papyrus materializes a bone in his hand) Papyrus: I'LL SMASH THESE EGGPLANTS VALIANTLY LIKE- (papyrus swings his bone at the eggplant, it bounces off. he keeps trying) Papyrus: …LIKE SO!! Papyrus: LIKE SO!!! (the bone he's holding cracks) sans: you're cracking me up. Papyrus: SHUT IT SANS! Impact: YOU ARE BABBY BONES. Impact: WEAK LIKE TWIG! Impact: NEED MORE CALCIUM Impact: VITAMINS ARE GOOD. (impact tosses a heavy bone club at papyrus) Impact: THESE ARE REAL BONES. Impact: BONE CLUBS. Impact: IMPACT MADE THEM MYSELF. Impact: THESE ARE REAL BONKABLE. Impact: HELP ME BONK THE EGGPLANTS Impact: AND THEY ARE YOURS. the bone clubs would have basically been this game's replacement for the hammers in m&l. i liked the idea of papyrus and sans just hitting shit with comedically large bones like cavemen

this area was very egg-centric for some reason. i think it's because i got the whole "smashing-plates" thing into my head and wanted to smash other stuff.

PART 5: CARRION ISLES

in earlier versions of the game, the brightwater floats were actually called the carrion isles. i thought that name was too grim for such a brightly colored area though, so i pushed it forward!!!

i don't have any concept art for carrion, but i'd picture it as a collection of super stormy scary piers with constant thunder and scary intense music. it'd have that core-thing going where it'd have really intense area music that keeps playing in the battles.

(enemy designs by the fantastic yaboinando!)

this area was very fuzzy in my head. i wasn't really sure what to do with it, but i wanted some kind of semi sheriff minigame or battle at the end of this. the basic idea i had was that there'd be a "pirate king" and that semi would ally with them, maybe there'd be some kind of silly cannon battle between you on ferryperson's (now repaired) ship and them. another idea i had was that the "pirate king" could have been undyne, who fell into the dark world way after sans and papyrus did. they'd initially be allied with semi, but as soon as she sees her "enemies" are sans and papyrus she jumps ship and joins you on your adventure. i'm not sure how that would work with the rest of the game though!!!

one thing for certain is that after the silly battle, there'd be a big intense betrayal scene where ferryperson fights you. i SWEAR i had some concept art of this but i can't find this. it'd have ferryperson on a giant wave while papyrus and sans are floating on the collapsed remains of their boat though. kinda like this.

this theme was somewhat inspired by alphys takes action, funnily enough. i like how it sounds, though it is very unfinished

(edit) FOUND IT!!!!

this is VERY very early concept art, back when the game had more of an undertale-y UI. originally sans was actually going to be the only one in this battle since papyrus was held hostage, it'd be the thing to push him into finally fighting properly

PART 6: STEEL CALDERA & ZARELLA RESORT

quick warning!!! everything beyond this point is very fuzzy. we had NONE of this solidly planned out

this is the closest thing we have to a theme for steel caldera. it would've been a magma-y volcano area! originally this area was actually called "steamworks" and was a purple-pinkish retro-futuristic city, but undertale yellow came out and i thought it'd look like a ripoff so i trashed that idea lol

in the original script, caldera was also called "mt zarella" but i thought that sounded lame

i had a brief idea for a skeleton in undyne's knight armor called "ROMAN OF STEEL" who was gonna be the main villain for this arc, sort of a big egotistical tough-guy character.

zarella resort was gonna be the part-2 to this area, a fancy italian resort next to the volcano with heavy mafia connections.

r.v pine made some fantastic designs for the cheese mafia that i still LOVE

there was gonna be a meta joke in the resort where papyrus & sans expect to get firehand and thunderhand, but the ancient sites that those powers come from were knocked down and turned into a tourist attraction. some mafia employee goes "I'm sorry, but hand powers have been privatized."

the arc ends with papyrus getting a neverending bottle of hot sauce that he just kind of carries around and uses as a "fire" attack

INTERMISSION: MID-GAME SEMI FIGHT

early on i envisioned some kind of semi-emotional moment where sans and papyrus meet another skeleton with this big western wagon, then they sit by a campfire and talk, then go to sleep. when they wake up, semi sheriff is chasing them with his own wagon, and there'd be this massive battle. i swear i have concept art of this too but i ACTUALLY can't find it this time

PART 7: CAPRESE JUNGLE

this was a very weird area. it was gonna be a jungle based on salad i swear everything i came up with for this area came from some schizo hallucination because i don't remember coming up with any of this.

here are some iterations this strange area went through:

the area was ruled by a fancy skeleton with a fancy feathered hat called "Arial Noire". she spoke french and was a necromancer

the area was ruled by dinosaurs, like papyrus' dino egg oatmeal. there would be a part where semi tries to ambush you, but accidentally shoots a baby dino in its egg and then the baby dino gets pissed and fights papyrus and sans

the area was ruled by a flowey knockoff called "Peppermint".

PART 8: QUICK ROUNDUP OF OTHER AREAS

here are some other area ideas i had for the late-game:

sugarspice peaks, an area with cliffs and moths and stuff. i didn't actually put much thought into this area, i just wanted moths in the game. in the light world this would have been a cupboard

the badlands. this area would have started as a return to flavortown, that ends in a giant journey to catch the IMPASTA, the bandit who framed papyrus & sans and caused semi sheriff to hunt you down throughout the entire game. after you catch impasta, semi sheriff joins your party.

steampunk glacier, basically just the fridge in the light world. this would have been a heavy parallel to "joke's end" in superstar saga. i think paps & sans would have been seperated from semi sheriff (and possibly undyne) for the first half of this section, then they all meet back up near the end. sans also gets a shitty hand power, being a few cubes of dry ice that he just throws at people's eyes

PART 9: WATERFALL PALACE & FINAL BOSS

so, this is something that's oddly personal to me because the stupid, STUPID idea i had for the final boss was my entire motivation to create this game.

the waterfall palace area would be a standard area-before-final-boss-area. in the light world it would be the comedically tall kitchen sink.

at the top of the tower, there'd be a giant faucet with running water and the "dark lord", the overarching villain for this whole thing. you find the "dark lord" and fight him. a theme similar to "in the final" from bowser's inside story would play, but then the boss would be incredibly underwhelming. he'd die in like 3 hits... at which point he reveals he's not the ACTUAL dark lord, and he was just pretending to do so for status. he'd turn off the faucet... and then a giant door would reveal itself behind the great waterfall.

papyrus, sans and semi sheriff would walk through the door... and see a japanese temple.

and then, the ground rumbles.

the FINAL BOSS of this entire adventure would have been a GIGANTIC ANNOYING DOG WITH THREE HEADS. an ANNOYING CERBERUS if you will

you don't understand. the idea of this is so fucking hilarious to me. imagine going on this entire adventure just for the final boss to be an annoying dog joke. this is the first ever idea i thought of for this fucking fangame and i worked backwards from there and thought up EVERYTHING ELSE. JUST to fit the puzzle pieces together for this finale. i thought it would be so fucking funny to troll the players like this.

to bring the joke even further, in most mario & luigi games, you have to collect 8 pieces of some kind of ancient-mythical-powerful-artifact. in this game i decided on "ingredients for the legendary linguine", a bunch of seemingly magical ingredients that come together to make this uber powerful relic of a meal. there was gonna be this dramatic scene halfway through the cerberus fight where papyrus assembles the linguine, throws it at the boss and then NOTHING HAPPENS. a big point of the boss would also be that it'd think papyrus, sans & semi's attacks are just play-fighting, but once they deal enough damage then it'd get angry and just curbstomp them both and they'd seemingly be pretty much dead.

there would be this big power-of-friendship scene where sans, papyrus and semi revive, and then a giant three-headed gaster blaster dragon would be assembled from the bones of their attacks, and there'd be a bowsers-inside-story style giant battle where the megalo dragon finally defeats the annoying dog

and that, my friends, would be the ending of my half-shitpost game, because i think that would have been amazing and hilarious, but unfortunately that reality will never come to fruition.

thank you all for the support. since i posted the first half of this archive i saw a twitter thread posted about the game's cancellation. it's pretty humbling, and dare i say almost inspiring seeing how many people liked the concept so much and were saddened by its cancellation. i have a big problem with announcing projects too soon and then having to cancel them when i inevitably loose motivation, so to avoid this i'll probably be dead quiet on any future big projects until i can release SOMETHING to do with them, whether that's a demo or trailer or anything else. i hope to see you all in whatever project i start next!

SHADOWFELL SAGA ARCHIVE: PART 1 - PART 2

[celticcrossanon]

Celta, when you read on the King, did you feel from your cards if Buckingham Palace officials mislead the Royal Rota on King Charles' true health status? Royal Reporter Rebecca English did say BP officials personally told her when it was announced the King had cancer earlier this year-- that it was caught "incredibly early" and the prognosis was looking good. PM Sunak also confirmed on his official social media account that the King's cancer was caught early. What's your gut feeling on this?

Hi Nonny,

When I read on The King's health, what I feel is uneasy. Something is not right there. I don't know what it is - there is nothing I can point to and say 'this is it' - but I always feel uneasy. I actually go into each reading hoping that this time I will get the cards that show that The King is recovering well and will be back to his pre-cancer state in x months or x years, but I never get those. I always get no recovery - not going to bounce back - no second chances - gradual decline and messages like that, when I don't get death cards outright.

The cancer was caught early, which is good. The King is still having treatment for it, which is - I'm not happy about it, but I'm not panicking yet, as the cancer treatments that I am used to go for a year or so, so we have a few months left until I start panicking. The King paused his treatments to go on tour, which is worrying me - not in a huge way, but in an uneasy 'wouldn't it have been better to stay at home and continue the treatments, or was this possible because the treatments are only palliative' kind of way.

The lack of updates on The King's' health is not helping my unease, but then again he does have a right to keep his health issues private, and maybe there is nothing new to report.

Uneasy is the best way to sum up how I feel about this. Unsettled. A low grade roiling in my gut when I think of it.

The best way to explain this is if I woke up tomorrow and saw The King's death announced on social media, I would be shocked but not surprised. It would be more of a 'well, that was rather sudden, but I have expected it and it finally happened' reaction.

[viiviidlights]

Ah. It's been a while. And I've also decided since I post most of my writing here anyways I'm gonna move any writing-related content to this au here...

With that being said... It's time for

TWSTERY DUNGEON AU LORE!!!Part 3 - Team Heart

Masterpost

Team Heart is the first of seven rescue teams associated with the Nightwing Guild. They more or less function as the main law enforcers within Sage Town, but will lay down the law wherever they go. They are led by the ever-diligent Roserade, who has little time for those who disregard the rules and is looked upon with respect by all members of the team.

Speaking of... Who are the members?

Roserade - The short (tempered AND statured) but capable leader of Team Heart. Those who break the law will find themselves a victim of his swift punishment (typically in the form of a Stun Spore/Petal Dance combo). Despite his seemingly cold and uptight personality, there is a softer side to him that he shows to those whom he trusts.

Nature: Serious. Somewhat Stubborn.

Ability: Technician - increases the power of moves with a BP of 60 or less.

Moveset: Magical Leaf, Petal Dance, Stun Spore, Sludge Bomb.

Special Move*: Imprison.

Indeedee - The co-leader of Team Heart and childhood friends with Roserade. He seems to be much more laid back than his leader, but it's still advised to stay on his good side because he's quite the formidable and tricky foe when needed. He often acts as the voice of reason for Team Heart, as well as the "mentor" for many members of the guild in general.

Nature: Calm. Thoroughly Cunning.

Ability: Inner Focus - Prevents the pokemon from flinching.

Moveset: Helping Hand, Calm Mind, Psybeam, Stored Power.

Special Move: Trick.

Mimikyuu - A friendly and outgoing member of Team Heart who is usually willing to lend a hand. He does have an occasional "mean streak" when it comes to those who break the rules and will turn away requests for help at times ("Thems the rules! Sorry, but I totes can't help you here. You're on your own this time around!" - Mimikyuu, surprisingly frequently...). Regardless of that, he's always willing to greet others with a friendly (hand-drawn) face. It seems there's another facet to this cheerful personality that Mimikyuu hides from others, though...

Nature: Jolly. Somewhat of a Clown.

Ability: Disguise - The pokemon can take a single hit without taking damage.

Moveset: Shadow Claw, Disarming Voice, Dazzling Gleam, Baby-Doll Eyes.

Special Move: Double Team.

Floragato - One of two new recruits to Team Heart. A rambunctious pokemon who isn't afraid to pick fights with those who are stronger than him, verbally or physically. Though many people might think this a flaw, it serves as one of Floragato's greatest assets, as it enables him to say what others are too afraid to say. He enjoys hanging around the members of the guild's newest team and sees Combusken as a rival.

Nature: Impish. Mischievous.

Ability: Protean - The pokemon will change to be the same type as the first move it uses.

Moveset: Hone Claws, Magical Leaf, Play Rough, Seed Bomb.

Special Move: Snatch.

Combusken - The other new recruit to Team Heart. Despite coming off as more reserved, Combusken is just as, if not MORE rowdy than Floragato is. He does seem to show a bit more empathy than the former, but he also lacks the wit that Floragato carries. Despite that, he's a very earnest pokemon who seeks to make his mother proud. Like Floragato, Combusken also enjoys spending time with the guild's newest team.

Nature: Brave. Somewhat Quick-Tempered.

Ability: Blaze - Boosts the user's fire-type moves in a pinch.

Moveset: Bounce, Blaze Kick, Fire Punch, Reversal.

Special Move: Mirror Coat.

After the prologue, Team Heart is the first rescue team that the protagonist and Purrloin would encounter upon joining the guild as their newest rescue team. After all, it's two newest members are the first two friends that Yu and Purrloin make in this strange place. But what direction shall the story go? Well... There's always time to find out in the future.

For now, I hope you're a bit intrigued by these little guys! As always, I'd love to share info about this au in the form of asks if people are interested.

[aesopsbaby]

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚"

⤷. Cupid x BP ( @boiling-potato ) Headcanons ♡

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: So,,,This was supposed to be headcanons on their relationship but,,,My brain derailed and this is about how they got into their relationship instead! ALSOOO I came up with some shipnames for this ship >:]] I'll leave them at the end so let me know what you think!

Cupid could never fall in love. He knows this. He knows that he will never be able to experience what he brings to people. ..So why does he feel his heart rate pick up whenever she comes around? Why doesn't he mind it when she pesters him?

Cupid refuses to give in to BP's persistent begging. He takes his job seriously!

After many attempts, Cupid finally relents, agreeing to help BP find a suitable partner.

How can he say no when she looks at him with those eyes?

"Please! You have no idea how much it would mean to me if you would just...y'know!" The raven haired girl gestured to the arrows hanging in the bag on the Cupid's shoulder. Cupid narrowed his eyes on her, moving his arrows away from her reach as he sighs exasperatedly, "BP. How many times must I repeat myself. I am not going to just match you with someone random--"

"Yes! Yes, I get it! But..please?" She cuts him off, desperation in her shaky tone as she looks at him, the corner of her lips tugging downwards just slightly. He stares back at her, that damn feeling swelling in his chest again, causing his palms to sweat, his face to heat up, and his mind to go blank. He feels his heartstrings being tugged seeing her so desperate.

"...Fine. I'll help you. But we're going to do things my way..alright?" He sighs out, a small smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head slightly seeing her face light up again, the heart antennas on her head bouncing and emphasising her joy.

Cupid realises that he simply can not let BP go. He'll never find the perfect match because he wants her for himself. He's selfish, he knows. But how can he do anything about it when, in his eyes, no one else is suitable for her?

But does she feel the same? What if she doesn't? And then what? He humiliates himself?

Little does he know that BP shares the same feelings, however, not wanting to act on it in fear of it being just her impulsive feelings going off again, she puts it off. Ignoring the frantic beats in her chest whenever Cupid smiles at her or whenever their hands graze each other and she feels as if her entire body has been ignited.

BP probably notices how he always grimaces and speaks with distaste whenever she points out a suitable partner. "No." "Not the right time." She's getting tired of hearing those words!

When she's had enough, especially on an incredibly tiring day that has drained her, she finally asks Cupid a question that has been eating at her for forever.

"Why do you not want me to get with them!"

"Because I love you!"

BP held her breath at his words. Eyes widening just slightly as her antennas perked up. Cupid shares the same look of surprise on his face as he immediately pursed his lips tightly, mentally cursing himself for letting those sacred words slip.

The raven haired girl smiled, laughing softly as her tail starts to swish side to side. She finally got her answer.

"Took ya long enough."

"Can you even fall in love?"

"For you, I would."

Here are the shipnames I was thinking for them!! :D

"Heartstrings" – Representing the connection they form when Cupid starts to develop feelings for BP.

"Matchless" – It hints at how they were initially unmatched, but ultimately perfect for each other.

[chiefpapermuffinpasta]

a deadly calm inside - 8

pairing: dean winchester x oc!witch!reader

chapter summary: At the hospital, the weight of the crash begins to settle, and the air thickens with unspoken words. Everyone is racing against the clock while time slips through their fingers. And then, when it feels like they might find some footing, something irreversible changes everything.

word count: 11.2k

no marjorie outfit inspo because she's literally in the hospital and i imagine she got stuck with some sort of "lost-and-found" type of outfit. give my girl her boots and her coat back.

i figured since this was my second half of last chapter, but is still long enough to be its own, it will be chapter 8! it makes more sense in my brain to have it as its own chapter, since the next one will be the start of a new episode. enjoy!!!!

*****

The sharp whir of helicopter blades cut through the smoky dawn, whipping ash and dust into the air. The rescue chopper dipped low over the crumpled remains of the Impala, its presence sudden and jarring against the eerie stillness that had settled after the crash.

Flashing red and white lights bounced off twisted metal and broken glass as paramedics flooded the scene. Three stretchers waited. Blood-streaked hands moved fast, barking orders and assessing vitals.

Dean and John were still unconscious- still, eerily still- as they were pulled carefully from the wreckage.

Marjorie barely registered the chaos around her.

She was half-strapped to a backboard, her head gently immobilized, but her eyes stayed fixed on the figures being pulled from the car. On Dean. On his blood-soaked shirt. On the way his head lolled slightly when the paramedics lifted him.

She didn’t blink.

Her own pain was distant, pushed to the back of her mind- the gash on her head, the blood drying on her temple. None of it mattered. Not compared to the sickening thought that Dean might not wake up.

A paramedic’s voice called out over the sound of the chopper, urgent and clipped.

“Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate ninety-five-ninety-five!”

“Tell me if they’re okay!” Sam shouted, fighting against the straps holding him to the stretcher.

His voice cracked, raw with fear. “Are they even alive?”

“You have to stay still,” a woman barked, trying to keep him from moving.

“They’re not moving- tell me!”

Marjorie twisted her head, just enough to see Sam. Blood ran into his eye, but it didn’t stop him from watching every movement, every breath- or lack thereof. He looked at her for half a second. Just one.

And in that split moment, she saw it: the terror. The helplessness.

They’d both been inside that car. They’d both felt Dean’s heart slow.

And now they were both being pulled away from him.

As the helicopter door slammed shut and the rotors screamed louder, Marjorie let her eyes fall closed. Not because she was giving in.

But because she coudln’t watch herself lose him. 

*****

The hum of fluorescent lights was the first thing he noticed.

Then the sterile chill of the hospital room.

Dean sat up slowly, fingers flexing against the stiff mattress. His jaw ached, and something felt…off. Not pain exactly, more like a memory of it. He looked down: white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, bare feet on cold linoleum. No bandages. No wires. No blood.

Just quiet.

He stood- too easily.

Something wasn’t right.

“Sam?” he called, voice hoarse. “Dad?”

No answer.

The hallway stretched ahead of him like a dream he couldn’t quite wake up from—dim, distant, eerily still. He moved through it, steps echoing too loud for how soft they were. He passed closed doors. Heard nothing behind them. Not even the muffled buzz of machines.

He tried again. “Anybody?”

Silence.

He descended the stairs, uneasy now, that cold weight creeping into his chest. When he reached the nurse’s station, he exhaled in relief.

“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “Hi. I think I was in a car accident. My dad and my brother were with me. And Marjorie- I think she was in the back with me. I just need to find them.”

The nurse didn’t look up.

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.

Just stared at a clipboard with all the life of a statue.

Dean leaned in, snapped his fingers. “Hello?”

Nothing.

His stomach turned.

Something was seriously wrong.

He pivoted and bolted back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. His breathing quickened, not from the effort, but from the dread clawing at the edges of his mind.

He reached his room.

And stopped dead.

His body was still there, sprawled in the hospital bed, tubes down his throat, bruises blossoming along his jaw. Machines beeped steady, unbothered. He stared at himself. At his unmoving chest. At the pale skin that looked like it belonged to someone else.

But it wasn’t just him.

A second bed sat across the room.

Marjorie.

She was lying on her side, half-curled under stiff sheets, her fiery hair tangled against a bloodstained pillow. Her face was bruised, her lower lip split. A small IV trailed from her wrist. She wasn’t intubated- just sleeping. Or unconscious. He couldn’t tell.

Her hand was stretched out toward him.

No, not him.

Toward his body.

Even in sleep, her fingers twitched faintly, reaching across the space between their beds like her soul hadn’t gotten the memo either.

Dean felt something break in his chest.

“Marjorie…” he whispered.

But she didn’t stir.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t know he was there.

He looked back at his own body, at the machine quietly hissing beside him.

And then the truth hit him.

He wasn’t standing.

He was watching.

And whatever this was- it wasn’t living.

*****

Dean stood frozen, staring at his own body. Pale. Intubated. Still.

He turned at the sound of the door creaking open, heart leaping.

Sam stepped in, eyes red-rimmed, face tight with exhaustion and panic. Behind him, walking slowly with the help of a nurse, was Marjorie.

She looked pale, bandaged at the temple, but awake. Alive.

Dean’s expression lit up at the sight of her.

“Sammy,” he called out. “You look good. Considering.”

Sam didn’t react.

Dean turned toward Marjorie. “Hey- hey, Marjorie! You’re awake!”

Nothing.

Sam’s voice trembled. “Oh no.”

Dean moved closer. “Come on, tell me you can hear me. Either of you.”

But Marjorie’s eyes were on the body in the bed. Her hand went to her mouth. “Dean…” she whispered, voice breaking. “Oh my god.”

Dean tried to reach out to her instinctively, but his hand passed right through hers. She shivered and hugged her arms, like she’d felt something cold but couldn’t explain it.

Dean backed away slowly, eyes darting between them.

“How’s Dad? Is he okay?” he said, desperation rising. “Come on, Sam- you’re the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something! Marjorie, use your freaky voodoo!”

A doctor stepped into the room.

“Your father’s awake,” he said gently to Sam. “You can go see him if you like.”

Dean exhaled. “Thank God.”

Sam straightened a little. “Doc, what about my brother?”

The doctor glanced at Dean’s body, then back to Sam and Marjorie.

“He sustained serious injury- blood loss, contusions to the liver and kidney. But it’s the head trauma I’m worried about. Early signs of cerebral edema.”

Marjorie blinked slowly, her eyes filling.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

Dean hovered just behind him. “It means I need help. Fast.”

“We won’t know his full condition until he wakes up,” the doctor said.

Dean leaned forward. “If I wake up?” he echoed bitterly.

“If,” the doctor confirmed, solemn. “I have to be honest…”

“Screw you, Doc,” Dean snapped. “I’m waking up.”

“…most people with this degree of injury wouldn’t have survived this long. He’s fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations.”

Sam stared at Dean’s body, jaw clenched.

Marjorie reached out and gently touched Dean’s hand- his real hand.

Cold.

Still.

She recoiled slightly, covering her mouth again. “He’s still here,” she whispered, almost to herself. “I can feel it.”

Dean stepped closer, his voice cracking.

“Please, Sam. Marjorie. I’m not done. Not yet. Go find some hoodoo priest. Missouri. Hell, I’ll take a deal with a reaper at this point.”

But they couldn’t hear him.

They didn’t know.

*****

John lay against crisp sheets, arm in a sling, jaw set. He handed Sam something from his wallet.

“Here. Give them my insurance.”

Sam read it, eyebrows twitching. “Elroy McGillicutty?”

“And his two loving sons,” John said without smiling.

“So, what else did the doctor say about Dean?”

John’s eyes dimmed. “Nothing. Look, if the doctors won’t do anything, then we have to. That’s all. I don’t know… find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.”

“We’ll look for someone,” Sam said. Marjorie nodded quietly beside him, arms folded tightly.

John exhaled. “But Sam…I don’t know if we’re gonna find anyone.”

Sam frowned. “Why not? I found that faith healer before.”

“That was one in a million.”

“So what? We just sit here?”

“No,” John snapped. “We’ll look. All right? I’ll check under every stone.”

A tense beat.

“Where’s the Colt?”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?”

“We’re hunting this demon. And maybe it’s hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card.”

Marjorie looked over, quietly appalled.

Sam muttered, “It’s in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off I-83.”

“You’ve gotta clean out that trunk before someone finds it.”

“I already called Bobby,” Sam said. “He’s an hour out. He’ll tow the Impala to his place.”

John nodded, his eyes dark. “Good. Go meet up with Bobby. Get that Colt and bring it back. Watch out for hospital security.”

Sam rose to leave, Marjorie rising slowly with him. Before they made it to the door-

“Here,” John said, holding up a slip of paper. “I made a list. Have Bobby get these.”

Sam scanned it. “Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What is this for?”

“Protection.”

A pause.

“Dad…” Sam’s voice cracked slightly. “The demon… he said he had plans for me. And children like me. Do you know what he meant?”

John looked at him. Silent. Firm.

“No. I don’t.”

Sam left, Marjorie close behind, her hand brushing the edge of the door.

As it clicked shut-

Dean stepped out from behind it, face tight with emotion.

“Well,” he muttered bitterly, “you sure know something.”

He glanced down the hallway where Sam and Marjorie disappeared.

The ache of being unseen, by the people who meant everything, settled deep in his bones.

*****

The twisted frame of the Impala sat in the center of the junkyard like a carcass, broken and blackened, as if mourning the weight it had carried. Sam stood in front of it, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the ruin. Beside him, Marjorie shifted her weight slowly, still pale from the crash, her temple bandaged, but upright and steady. She tucked her hands deeper into the sleeves of a borrowed coat as she stared at the crushed metal.

“Oh man,” Sam muttered under his breath, voice thick with disbelief. “Dean is gonna be pissed.”

Bobby Singer stood nearby, hat low over his brow, arms crossed, his stance more weighted than usual.

“Look, Sam,” Bobby said. “This just ain’t worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap.”

Sam shook his head almost violently. “No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better, he’s gonna want to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix,” Bobby said with a quiet finality. “The frame’s a pretzel, engine’s shot to hell. There’s barely any parts worth salvaging.”

Marjorie stepped forward, hand brushing against the warped fender like she was trying to feel something left behin- Dean’s presence, maybe, or just the memory of his hands on the wheel. Her fingers hovered over a crack in the paint.

“If there’s only one working part,” Sam said, eyes hard, voice rising, “that’s enough. We’re not just gonna give up on-”

“Okay,” Bobby interrupted gently, raising a hand. “You got it.”

Sam sighed, shoulders tense, and reached into his coat for a folded sheet of paper.

“Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him,” he said, handing the list over.

Bobby took it, opening the paper slowly. His eyes scanned the ingredients. They narrowed.

“What’s John want with this?” he asked.

“Protection from the demon?” Sam offered, tone clipped.

Bobby looked up from the list, face unreadable.

“What?” Sam asked again, frustration creeping into his voice.

“Nothing,” Bobby replied, far too quickly. “It’s just…”

Marjorie turned, watching Bobby closely. Her voice was soft, but sure. “You know something, don’t you?”

Bobby didn’t answer right away. Instead, he folded the list, sliding it into his jacket pocket.

“I’ll get what he asked for,” he said finally. “But you tell me the second something changes with Dean. You understand me?”

Sam nodded. Marjorie didn’t say anything, but her hand found Sam’s arm, fingers curling in quiet support.

They turned away from the car. Behind them, the Impala sat broken and still, as if waiting for Dean to return.

*****

The door creaked open as Sam pushed into the room, a duffel bag clutched tight in his hand. Marjorie followed closely behind, quiet and watchful, the tension between father and son palpable the moment they stepped in.

Dean- his spirit- met them at the threshold, frantic. He shouted at Sam, waving his arms, desperate.

“Sammy! Tell me you can friggin’ hear me, man, there’s something in the hospital. You’ve gotta bring me back, and we’ve gotta hunt this thing! Sam!”

But Sam didn’t flinch. He didn’t even glance toward the ghostly figure of his brother. His eyes were locked on John.

“You’re quiet,” John said, voice low, but heavy.

Sam didn’t answer. Instead, he stormed across the room and threw the duffel onto the bed. The sound echoed.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Sam demanded, voice sharp.

John stiffened. “What are you talking about?”

“That stuff from Bobby,” Sam snapped. “You don’t use it to ward off a demon- you use it to summon one. You’re planning on bringing the demon here, aren’t you? Having some stupid macho showdown?”

John’s mouth tightened. “I have a plan, Sam.”

Marjorie’s voice cracked, raw with fury. “That’s exactly the point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!”

A beat passed. Sam glanced toward the door, his mind racing. Marjorie’s words had hit too close to the mark, and he could see the cracks starting to form on John’s face. But just as John was about to respond, Dean’s ghost flickered in front of them, his voice breaking through the tension.

“No, no, no, guys, don’t do this!” Dean’s voice was a raw, frantic plea.

John’s attention snapped to his son’s spirit, and for a moment, the fire in his eyes seemed to fade. He turned back to Marjorie and Sam, a sense of uncertainty lingering there.

“I’m doing what needs to be done,” John said, his voice low, almost defeated.

Marjorie stepped closer, her eyes still fiery, but her tone softened just slightly. “No. You need to stop. You need to think, John. Think about your family for once. And stop letting your obsession with revenge destroy everything.”

The room was silent for a moment. Sam stood back, watching it all unfold. He hadn’t expected Marjorie to be the one to call John out- he hadn’t expected her to be the one with the guts to face him down.

Finally, Sam spoke, his voice a little hoarse. “She’s right. Dean is dying. You need to focus on saving him before it’s too late.”

John stood. “Don’t tell me how I feel. I’m doing this for Dean.”

Sam shook his head. “How? How is revenge gonna help him? You’re not thinking about anyone but yourself. It’s the same selfish obsession.”

“I thought it was your obsession too,” John bit back. “This demon killed your mother. Killed your girlfriend. You begged to be part of this hunt. If you’d killed that damn thing when you had the chance- none of this would’ve happened.”

Marjorie, looked between them, her jaw tight.Her legs moved toward where John was, but a hand wrapping around her bicep, tightly. This was not only her argument- but it was her heartbreak too.

“It was possessing you, Dad,” Sam shot back. “I would’ve killed you too.”

John’s voice dropped to a bitter murmur. “Yeah… and your brother would be awake right now.”

“Shut up!” Dean yelled, his spirit cracking with emotion. “All of you, shut the hell up!”

Sam’s hands were trembling now. “Go to hell.”

John stared at him, face twisted in something like hurt. “I should’ve never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-”

“I said shut up!” Dean roared.

The glass of water beside the bed flew off the table, crashing against the wall with a startling burst of shards. Everyone froze. Sam and John looked at each other, stunned. Even Dean stared at his own ghostly hands, shocked by what he’d just done.

Sam and John’s eyes shot to Marjorie, assuming she had done it, but she stood with her arms up in surrender.

“I… I full-on Swayze’d that mother,” Dean muttered, bewildered.

A sudden pain bent him over, his form flickering. Out in the hallway, footsteps thundered. Shouts rang out.

“What is it?” Dean asked, straightening, still wincing.

John moved toward the door. “Something’s going on out there.”

He didn’t wait. Sam and Marjorie followed close behind.

*****

The monitors screamed, relentless in their rhythm. The room was a flurry of activity, with the doctor hovering over Dean's lifeless body, flanked by two nurses moving in rapid, synchronized motions.

“All clear,” The doctor commanded, and with practiced precision, a shock pulsed through Dean’s chest.

Sam stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale, eyes wide, tears threatening to spill. Marjorie stood beside him, her body tense, her gaze never leaving the bed. Her hand, though shaky, found its way to his sleeve, a steadying presence.

“No…” Sam whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of fear.

“Still no pulse,” the nurse reported, and Marjorie’s heart clenched.

“Okay, let’s go again. 360.”

“Charging.”

Dean’s spirit stepped up behind Sam, standing like an echo of the man he once was. His gaze was locked on his own body, unmoving on the bed. Above Dean, something else stirred-pale, ghostlike, and unsettling-its presence a dark cloud hovering near the life Dean had yet to claim back.

“You get the hell away from me,” Dean growled, his tone filled with defiance.

The spirit didn’t budge. Dean lunged forward, his arms extending to strike.

“I said get back!” Dean shouted.

Sam blinked, a chill crawling down his spine. It felt like he had heard something, something deep in his soul, stirring within him like a far-off voice trying to make itself heard.

Marjorie’s grip tightened on his sleeve. She was trying to hold it together, but the intensity of the moment pulled at her- pulled at them both.

Dean reached the spirit, his fingers grazing it briefly, but the figure tossed him back like a gust of wind. It whirled in the air and surged through the wall with supernatural speed, disappearing into the unknown.

The room went still.

“We have a pulse!” a nurse exclaimed. “We’re back in sinus rhythm!”

Sam exhaled sharply, his knees buckling slightly. He stumbled backward into the hallway, overwhelmed with relief, the pressure on his chest momentarily easing. His tears threatened to spill, but he held them back, turning away from the chaos in the room.

Marjorie followed him, silent but close, her hand still gripping his sleeve like an anchor. She didn’t speak, but her presence spoke volumes- steady, unwavering, a quiet comfort in the midst of a storm.

Dean’s spirit appeared at their side, a shadow of his usual self. He was alive, in some sense, but the world felt so different now. The echo of his voice broke the silence.

“Don’t worry, Sammy,” he whispered under his breath, a flicker of humor in his tone. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m getting that thing before it gets me. It’s some kind of spirit- but I can grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it.”

Sam’s gaze flickered between the ghostly figure of his brother and the hospital hallway, his confusion deepening. He felt it-felt Dean close-but it didn’t make sense. Not any of it.

Dean wandered the halls, every footstep a reminder of the battle ahead. His focus sharpened as he heard the distant sound of a girl’s voice, trembling with panic.

“Can’t you see me? Why won’t you look at me?!”

Dean turned the corner, his body tense and alert. In the hallway, a girl in a hospital gown stood, her eyes wild with fear, her voice strained with desperation.

“Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!”

Dean hesitated, taking a step forward, unsure of what was happening to him or her. But there was a connection- he saw her, just as clearly as he saw the ghostly world around him.

“Can you see me?” Dean asked, his voice softer now, trying to calm her.

The girl blinked, her expression shifting as she locked eyes with him for the first time. “Yeah.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, a little bit of relief slipping through him. “All right, good. Just, uh… calm down. What’s your name?”

“Tessa.”

Dean nodded, trying to ground her, to give her something solid to hold onto. “Okay, Tessa, I’m Dean.”

Tessa’s eyes darted around, the confusion and fear evident on her face. “What’s happening to me? Am-am I dead?”

Dean’s expression softened, his usual bravado fading. He paused, not knowing how to answer her question. How could he? How could any of them?

“That sort of depends,” Dean replied, the words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.

Just then, Marjorie appeared in the doorway, her hand still on Sam’s sleeve, her eyes searching Dean’s spirit with quiet intensity. She hadn’t said much in the last few moments, but now, she stepped into the space between the living and the dead, her voice low but steady.

“Dean,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “I know you’re somewhere around here, so it would be really nice if you could cut the ghosty shit and come back.”

Dean looked back at Marjorie, his spirit flickering, uncertain for the first time. There was something in her eyes-a mixture of care and resolvethat softened the edges of his stubbornness. 

“I’m trying here, sweetheart,” Dean said, his voice quieter, more focused now. He nodded, turning his attention back to Tessa.

“But first, let’s get you some answers.”

Marjorie stood beside Sam, her presence a quiet comfort. She knew that Dean wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet, anyway. Not while there was work to be done.

*****

John paced back and forth, the weight of their situation pressing down on him. Every step felt heavier than the last, each one sinking him deeper into the dread gnawing at his gut. The hospital room was dim, the air thick with the sounds of machines and the lingering silence between them. He was trying to process everything- the urgency of the demon they were hunting, the uncertainty of Dean's fate- but there was something else now, something he couldn’t shake. Sam’s words seemed to hang in the air, unsettling and unfamiliar, like a whisper of something out of place.

He paused, brow furrowing, as he glanced at Sam. The words Sam had spoken earlier kept repeating in his mind, like a warning.

“What do you mean, you felt something?” John asked, trying to pull some sense out of the chaos.

Sam’s voice was tight, almost strained, his hands clenched at his sides as if he were trying to hold back the flood of words rushing to the surface.

“I mean…” Sam hesitated, looking down, clearly searching for the right way to explain it. “It felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot, or something. I don’t know if it’s my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it’s even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?”

John stared at him for a long moment, his mind working through the possibilities. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he even believed it. But before he could respond, something else caught his attention—a shift in the air, almost imperceptible. Marjorie, who had been standing quietly behind Sam, seemed to tense, her posture rigid. She didn’t speak, couldn’t speak, yet something pulled at her chest. A strange sensation, one that hummed beneath her ribs and crawled up her spine. She swallowed hard, trying to push it down, convince herself it was just the pressure of the situation getting to her.

But it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t.

Still, she held her tongue, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. Her connection to the other side, to spirits, was strong-she had learned to trust it-but this? This was different. She could almost feel Dean, a presence just beyond the threshold of her awareness, a ghostly pull that resonated deep inside her. The thought that maybe Dean wasn’t gone was enough to make her doubt herself. She had to be imagining it, right?

John’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“Anything’s possible,” he said, his voice low, as if he were speaking to himself more than to Sam.

Sam didn’t seem satisfied with that. His gaze narrowed, searching his father’s face, as if trying to find something there to hold onto.

“Well, there’s one way to find out,” Sam said, his voice quieter now, a hard edge creeping in.

John blinked, confused by the sudden change in Sam’s demeanor. “Where are you going?”

Sam stepped back, a flicker of resolve in his eyes. “I gotta pick something up. I’ll be back.”

John’s expression hardened for a moment, a storm of emotions passing through him. Then, with a resigned sigh, he placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. His grip was firm, but there was a quiet understanding between them, something unspoken but clearly felt.

“Wait, Sam,” John said, his voice softer now. “I promise I won’t hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean’s okay.”

Sam nodded, but as he turned to leave, Marjorie remained rooted to the spot, her gaze distant and unfocused. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something-or someone-was still here, still with them. Her heart raced, a mix of anxiety and disbelief, as she wrestled with the idea that maybe, just maybe, Dean’s spirit had never truly left.

As Sam disappeared out the door, Marjorie stayed behind, the quiet pull of Dean’s presence still tugging at her.

“You’re not going anywhere are you?” John asked, the realization that Marjorie was becoming permanent flooding his senses.

“You wish.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her thoughts. There was no way. There couldn’t be. But deep down, she knew what she had felt. And it wasn’t just wishful thinking. Dean was still with them.

*****

The room was dim, with only the soft hum of machines filling the silence. Sam entered quietly, the brown paper bag crinkling in his hands. His eyes flickered over Dean’s still form in the bed, then around the room, as if searching for something-anything-that would tell him his brother was still with them, in some form.

His heart beat a little faster, a sense of unease settling in his stomach. He had this feeling, this pull, like Dean was there. But not in the way he wanted. No, this was different. He could almost feel him, like an electric charge in the air.

“Hey,” Sam muttered, his voice softer than he meant it to be. “I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don’t make fun of me for this, but… well, there’s one way we can talk.”

Sam hesitated for a second, before pulling a box out of the bag. The label read, “Mystical Talking Board.” His mouth twisted into a half-smile, the awkwardness of the situation almost overwhelming. He glanced at Dean’s body and then back to the board.

Behind him, Marjorie stood just at the doorway, her senses tingling in that strange way they did when the supernatural was near. Her body was tense, her breath shallow as she watched Sam’s movements. She could feel it, too- a pull in the air, a static charge that she could not ignore.

Marjorie swallowed and moved silently into the room, her eyes flicking toward Dean’s empty stare. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. But she felt him—felt Dean’s presence lingering in a way that made her skin crawl, even as she tried to tell herself it was just her mind playing tricks.

Dean’s voice, familiar and sarcastic, rang out behind Sam, cutting through the heavy atmosphere.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” Dean’s voice sounded, dry as always. Marjorie flinched, but only slightly. She glanced toward him, her eyes catching the translucent outline of his figure standing behind Sam.

Sam, however, was too caught up in the moment to notice anything but the board in front of him. He settled cross-legged on the floor, placing the board carefully in front of him. With a deep breath, he placed his hands on the planchette, his fingers hovering over it.

“Dean? Dean, are you here?” Sam asked, voice almost a whisper. The words trembled as they left his lips, the hope behind them clear.

Marjorie sat next to him, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She tried to convince herself it was just her nerves, but deep down, she knew- this wasn’t just Sam’s imagination. Dean was still here, in some way, and it scared her more than she wanted to admit.

Dean’s form shifted behind Sam, his arms crossed, face slightly grim. “God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party,” he said with that classic Dean sarcasm.

Marjorie watched silently as Sam placed his fingers back on the planchette, her gaze flickering between the board and the spirit standing behind Sam. The air around her seemed to thicken as she stared at the board. She knew what was coming, and yet, she still couldn't help but feel the chill creep down her spine.

The pointer slid, unbidden, under Sam's fingers. A little to the left, then a little more to the right, and then finally… it landed on “YES.”

Sam gasped. “I’ll be damned,” he muttered.

Dean chuckled from behind him, his voice deep and warm, a comfort that Sam hadn’t realized he was desperate for.

“I’ll be damned,” Sam repeated, laughing with a relief that felt like a weight lifting from his chest. “It’s good to hear from you, man. It hasn’t been the same without you, Dean.”

Dean grinned from behind Sam. “Damn straight.”

Sam’s hands hovered over the planchette again, but this time, it moved of its own accord. Dean’s fingers glided slowly on the pointer, guiding it to the letters. Sam frowned, his brow furrowing as the pointer slid to “H-U-N-T.”

“Hunting? Are you hunting?” Sam asked, his voice unsure.

The pointer slid once again, pausing only to make its next movement: “YES.”

Dean’s voice, full of dry amusement, sounded again. “One question at a time, dude.”

Sam’s face tightened with worry as he focused on the board. “What is it, Dean? What’s going on? Is it here? In the hospital?”

The pointer slid once more, this time to the letters R, E, A, P.

Sam froze, his mind racing. He stared at the board, the word clear as day. “A reaper?” he whispered. “Dean, is it after you?”

The pointer slid again, firmly resting on “YES.”

Sam blinked, then stood up, pacing the room. Marjorie, still on the floor, couldn’t keep the worry from spreading across her face. She could feel Dean’s frustration like an electric charge in the air.

“If it’s here naturally, there’s no way to stop it,” Sam muttered, the realization sinking in.

Dean’s voice answered back, a sharpness to it now. “Yeah, you can’t kill death.”

“No, no, no, there’s gotta be a way,” Sam snapped, turning in frustration. “Dad’ll know what to do.”

With that, he bolted out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Marjorie stood and crossed the room, her hand pressed lightly against the doorframe. The air around her still hummed with the remnants of Dean’s presence. She knew she had to leave- had to do something, but her feet wouldn’t move. Every instinct told her she should help, but she couldn’t shake the strange, suffocating feeling that she was losing control of something far bigger than her.

*****

The quiet room felt even more still now. Sam pushed the door open, stepping in with hurried movements. His eyes immediately scanned the empty bed.

"Dad?" Sam’s voice cracked as he whispered, his heart sinking when he saw the bed was empty. There was no sign of John. The space felt hollow, as if something was missing.

He froze, anxiety twisting in his gut. Marjorie stepped into the doorway behind him, her eyes narrowed with concern as she glanced around the room.

“Where is he?” Sam asked, his voice quiet but rising in panic.

Marjorie didn’t answer at first. Her senses were overloaded, the strange energy between Dean’s spirit and Sam mixing with her own growing dread. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt like something was off. Something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t just about John being gone.

“I don’t know,” she said, stepping fully into the room. 

Sam nodded, his worry apparent, before hurrying toward the door again. He glanced back briefly at Marjorie, but she was already focused, her own instincts telling her that the hunt had just become much darker.

*****

Sam sat on the edge of Dean’s bed, the soft rustle of pages from the journal he held the only sound in the otherwise silent room. He had been searching for answers for hours, flipping through the worn pages, but nothing seemed to make sense. Dean had been unconscious for what felt like days now, and Sam could feel the weight of it pressing down on him. The absence of his brother’s presence was more suffocating than he cared to admit. The words in the journal blurred together, his focus slipping, until his eyes caught a word that stopped him dead in his tracks- Reapers.

Sam’s pulse quickened as he traced the word with his finger. Reapers. His mind raced, trying to piece together how this related to everything they had been facing. But then he heard the soft click of the door opening. He didn’t need to look up to know it was her. Marjorie stood in the doorway, watching him intently.

"Sam," she said, her voice calm but laced with a warning he couldn’t quite place. “We’re gonna figure this out. ”

Sam didn’t immediately respond. He flipped a few more pages, his finger now tracing the text about Reapers, but his mind wasn’t fully on the journal anymore. It was on her words, the undertones of something more that he couldn’t ignore.

“I know,” Sam said softly, eyes still glued to the journal. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or just thinking aloud. “But I need to know what’s going on. I have to figure it out, before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Before what, Sam?” Marjorie moved further into the room, her presence a warm blanket in the sterility of the room.

Sam looked up, meeting her gaze. There was something there-an understanding, a connection that he hadn’t anticipated.

“Before it’s too late,” he said quietly.

She nodded, but there was no sense of pity in her eyes, just a quiet certainty. “You’re not alone, Sam. I’m your friend. I’m right here with you.”

Her words settled in Sam’s chest, warm but with an edge of finality. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. But right now, he couldn’t afford to dwell on it. There was too much going on. Too many questions that needed answers.

"I know," Sam replied, the words almost like a promise, even though he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant yet. But for now, having someone by his side, was a small relief.

As Marjorie watched him, her expression softened, just barely. “I’m gonna go get something to drink.”

Before Sam could respond, she was gone, slipping out of the room as quietly as she had entered. Sam sat in the silence, the journal open in front of him, but his mind was no longer on the words. Instead, he was thinking about her- about Marjorie, and the way she always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

*****

Meanwhile, deep in the bowels of the building, John Winchester was alone. His duffel bag rested beside him on the cold cement floor of the dimly lit boiler room. The faint sound of dripping water echoed in the stillness. The flicker of candlelight cast long, eerie shadows across the walls as John knelt in the center of a carefully drawn symbol, the chalk lines crisp and precise. His hands moved steadily as he began to chant in Latin, the words flowing like a ritual he had performed a thousand times before.

He reached for the knife at his side, its blade glinting in the dim light. A swift, practiced motion, and he slashed it across his palm. Blood pooled in his hand before dripping into the small black bowl at his feet. The bowl responded immediately- small sparks flaring to life, casting erratic shadows on the walls around him. John held his breath, watching as the sand in the bowl flared up, then quickly extinguished itself.

The air in the room shifted, and John stood, his gaze sharp, as though waiting for something. The sound of footsteps echoed behind him.

A hand clamped onto his shoulder, and John turned swiftly, his instincts kicking in. He could feel the danger before he even saw the man who stood there, tall and imposing.

“What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?” The man’s voice was rough, a taunt buried beneath it.

John didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look particularly startled. “I can explain,” he said calmly, his voice low, but laced with a hint of warning.

The man laughed, the sound dark and humorless. “Yeah? You’re gonna explain to security. Come on. You follow me.”

John’s hand moved to his side, reaching for the Colt. His fingers gripped the gun tightly as he pulled it free, the cold metal in his palm offering a small comfort. He leveled the gun at the man, his finger brushing against the trigger.

“How stupid do you think I am?” John’s voice was a low growl.

The man’s eyes flashed, glowing an eerie yellow. “You really want an honest answer to that?”

Before John could react, two other figures in lab coats emerged from the shadows, stepping into the light. Their eyes, too, glowed with the unmistakable hue of possession.

The demon smiled, a cruel, knowing twist of his lips. “You conjured me, John. I’m surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn’t one of them.”

John’s grip tightened around the gun, his finger still hovering near the trigger. “I could always shoot you.”

The demon chuckled, low and mocking. “You could always miss. And you’ve only got one try, don’t you? Did you really think you could trap me?”

John lowered the gun slightly, his gaze narrowing as he met the demon’s eyes. “I don’t want to trap you.”

The demon’s interest piqued, his lips curling into an even wider grin. “Oh? And what exactly do you want?”

“I want to make a deal.”

The demon’s eyes gleamed, and he stepped closer, intrigued. Whatever John had planned, it wasn’t what he expected. But then again, John Winchester never played by the rules.

*****

Sam stood at the window, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets. The room felt hollow without his brother, the absence of Dean’s usual presence weighing heavily on the air. Sam let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes scanning every corner of the room as if he could will Dean to appear by sheer force of will. But the bed was empty.

“Dean, are you here?” Sam called, his voice echoing in the silence. He glanced around, but there was no sign of his brother. “I couldn’t find anything in the book. I don’t know how to help you. I don’t want to ask Marj- she’s pretty banged up. But I’ll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting.” He let out a short laugh, though it didn’t feel particularly funny. “I mean, come on, you can’t leave me here alone with her and Dad. We’ll kill each other, you know that. Unless she kills him first.”

He paused, looking down at his feet for a moment before looking back at the bed. His throat tightened. “Dean, you gotta hold on. You can’t go, man. Not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?”

*****

Dean stood at the window, staring out into the pitch-black night. There was no light outside, only the endless void. His heart felt as empty as the space in front of him. He could feel her presence before he even heard her voice.

“Look,” he muttered, his words heavy, as if dragging a weight with every syllable. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but… you’ve gotta make an exception. You’ve gotta cut me a break.”

Tessa, standing just behind him, smiled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. “Stage three: bargaining.” Her voice was soft, but there was a teasing lilt to it that made Dean’s skin crawl, despite the gravity of the situation.

Dean turned to face her, an edge to his voice. “I’m serious. My family’s in danger. We’re kind of in the middle of a war here, and they need me.”

Tessa tilted her head, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. “The fight’s over.”

“No,” Dean snapped, stepping toward her. “It might be over for you, but not for me. I’ve still got a job to do.”

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze knowing. “It is for you, Dean. You’re not the first soldier I’ve plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can’t leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they’re wrong. The battle goes on without them.”

Dean clenched his jaw, his fists involuntarily tightening at his sides. “My brother. He could die without me.”

“Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. Nothing you can do about it,” Tessa replied, her voice smooth but chilling. “It’s an honorable death. A warrior’s death.”

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. “I think I’ll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. Not really my thing. I’m not into prude chicks.”

Tessa chuckled softly, a sound that felt almost too warm for the coldness of the moment. “That’s funny. You’re very cute, you know.”

Dean flinched, startled by her unexpected compliment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Yeah, well, I’m a guy who likes to fight for a reason. Not for some ‘honorable’ death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground, and my family is going to die. No. I’m not going with you. I don’t care what you do.”

Tessa’s smile faded, replaced by something colder, more calculating. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Well, like you said, there’s always a choice. I can’t make you come with me. But you’re not getting back in your body. And that’s just facts. So yes, you can stay. You’ll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it’ll probably drive you mad. Maybe you’ll even get violent.”

Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “What are you saying?”

Tessa’s smile turned just a little too sweet for comfort. “Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can’t let go, and they can’t move on. And you’re about to become one. The same thing you hunt.”

Dean’s heart thundered in his chest as the weight of her words sank in. He didn’t know what terrified him more- the idea of being stuck in this void, a disembodied soul, or the thought of becoming just another angry spirit, another victim of the very thing he hunted.

“I- I can’t,” he stammered, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. “I’m not like them.”

Tessa’s gaze softened, but there was no sympathy in it. She stepped back slightly, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. “You will be. You won’t be able to help it. You’ll become exactly what you’ve been hunting all these years.”

She paused, her smile turning sly. “Unless, of course, there’s someone still in your life who makes you want to fight. Someone who’d get you to stop spinning your wheels long enough to think this through.”

Dean frowned, confused, his pulse quickening. “What are you talking about?”

Tessa’s eyes danced with amusement, her voice quiet but mocking. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe someone like that powerful, mysterious witch you’ve been working with. Marjorie, was it?”

Dean stiffened, his heart leaping in his chest. “How do you know about her?”

Tessa took a step closer, her smile widening. “Oh, I hear things. I’m around, after all. I’d be careful though. That girl is old, Dean. She’s powerful.” Her voice dropped to a hushed tone. “But hey, if she’s worth it, keep fighting. She might just be the one thing that keeps you from becoming what you fear most.”

Dean’s stomach churned, the mention of Marjorie gnawing at his insides like a festering wound. He opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a suffocating sense of unease.

“You think she’s the one thing keeping me tied to this?” Dean’s voice was a little too sharp, a little too defensive. “I’ve got more to fight for than just her, Tessa.”

Tessa’s gaze softened, but there was no pity in it- only understanding, as if she knew exactly how this would end. “Maybe. But that doesn't matter. Unfortunately, you won't get another chance to prove it.”

*****

The boiler room was suffocating- its air thick with the rancid scent of burnt oil and metal. In the center, the flickering glow of the summoning symbol cast an eerie light across the room. John stood at the center of the circle, the Colt gripped firmly in his hand, his jaw clenched in resolve. He had come this far, and there was no turning back. He had promised himself that he would do whatever it took to save Dean.

The Demon stood across from him, its dark eyes gleaming with amusement as it observed John. The two minions flanked the circle, watching in silence, their eyes unblinking.

"You know, John," the Demon drawled, its voice mocking, "it's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn’t just another trick?"

John's face remained an impassive mask, but inside, his heart pounded. He wasn’t here for games or false promises. He had only one goal: saving Dean.

"It’s no trick," John’s voice was steady, unwavering. "I’ll give you the Colt and the bullet, but you’ve got to help Dean. You’ve got to bring him back."

The Demon let out a low, mocking chuckle. "Oh, John, you’re such a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them."

John’s grip on the Colt tightened, but he didn’t flinch. He was done with games. "It’s a good trade," he said, voice cold. "You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean."

The Demon’s smile twisted, its eyes narrowing. It took a step closer to John, the air thickening with the weight of unspoken threats. "Don’t be so sure," the Demon hissed. "He killed some people very special to me. But still," it added, almost carelessly, "you’re right. He isn’t much of a threat. And neither is your other son."

John’s heart tightened at the mention of Sam, but he didn’t let it show. He had known this day would come—the day the Demon would use his sons as pawns in its twisted games. But he wasn’t here for revelations about his past mistakes. He was here to save Dean.

"You know the truth, right?" the Demon continued, its voice sly, taunting. "About Sammy? And the other children?"

John’s pulse quickened, but he kept his expression stoic. He had known for a while, but hearing the Demon say it out loud still made his skin crawl.

"Yeah," he muttered, keeping his voice low. "I’ve known for a while."

The Demon smiled wider, as if savoring the moment. "But Sam doesn’t, does he? You’ve been playing dumb."

John’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t going to get sidetracked. He wasn’t here to talk about Sam’s fate or his mistakes. He was here to save Dean.

"Can you bring Dean back?" John asked, his voice cutting through the tension. "Yes or no?"

The Demon tilted its head, studying John for a long moment before responding. "No," it said, its voice flat. "But I know someone who can. It’s not a problem."

John felt a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding leave his lungs. There was still hope. Still a chance.

"Good," John said, his voice gaining strength. "But before I give you the gun, I want to make sure Dean’s okay. With my own eyes."

The Demon’s smile faltered, its amusement replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "Oh, John, I’m offended. Don’t you trust me?"

John met the Demon’s gaze, unwavering. "No."

Before the Demon could respond, the door to the boiler room crashed open with a violent force, sending the heavy metal door swinging against the wall. Marjorie burst into the room, her red hair a wild halo around her head, eyes blazing with fury. She had been tracking John, determined to stop whatever deal he was about to make. But she had arrived too late.

"You think you can just-?" Her voice cracked with disbelief and anger as she took in the scene before her.

Her words were cut off as one of the minions stepped forward, raising a hand. Marjorie froze in place, as if invisible hands had wrapped around her, pinning her to the floor. The force was too strong, too heavy. She struggled, her magic crackling around her, pushing against the unseen grip, but it held her in place with an ironclad force that left her breathless.

Marjorie’s face flushed with anger, her fists clenched at her sides. She wasn’t about to let this happen. She wasn’t going to stand by and watch John make this deal.

"Get the hell out of my way!" she spat, her voice thick with frustration.

The minions said nothing. Their cold eyes were fixed on her, and they made no move to let her go. Her attempts to move were futile; the force holding her back was far too strong.

John’s eyes flickered toward her for a brief moment. There was a pang of regret-something he couldn’t quite shake. But he buried it, turning back to the Demon. He had a decision to make, and Marjorie wasn’t going to stop him. Not now.

Marjorie’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her eyes narrowing with a mix of panic and fury. She had to stop him. But there was nothing she could do. The Demon’s laughter filled the room, its voice dripping with mocking amusement.

"A little late for that, witchy," it said, its tone cruel. "You’ve missed the party."

Marjorie’s fists trembled as she fought the pressure holding her down. She pounded at the invisible force keeping her back. She was helpless, and it ate at her. She turned her eyes back to John, who stood resolute in the center of the room, but she could see the faintest hesitation in his eyes. She wasn’t going to let him throw everything away.

"You don’t owe them anything!" she yelled, her voice breaking with frustration. "This is wrong, John. Dean wouldn’t want this. You think this is going to fix everything? You’re making a deal with the Devil."

The Demon smirked, its eyes never leaving John. "Enough," it said dismissively. "She’s already lost, John. She can’t even touch me."

Marjorie’s heart thundered in her chest, her anger boiling over. She glared at the Demon, her mind racing for a way out. She couldn’t-wouldn’t-let John make this mistake. She would stop him, even if it meant burning everything to the ground.

Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, one laced with an anger that could destroy everything in its path.

"You better hope this works, John," she said, each word sharp with venom. "Because if it doesn’t, I swear to God, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself."

*****

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his posture stiff, his face pale. The room was dim, a soft light flickering from the walls, the atmosphere thick with the weight of the moment. Behind him, Tessa-no longer the gentle reaper but a cold, detached presence-stood with her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Her fingers brushed through his hair with tenderness, the motion at odds with the tension that wrapped around them both.

"It's time to put the pain behind you," Tessa’s voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, but it lacked the usual warmth that had been there before.

Dean turned his head slowly, a question in his eyes. "And go where?"

Tessa’s lips curled into a sad smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Sorry. I can’t give away the big punchline," she said, her tone now carrying a finality that hung heavy in the air. "Moment of truth, Dean. No changing your mind later. So, what’s it gonna be?"

Dean’s brow furrowed. His thoughts felt clouded, muddled, as if his mind was fighting to make sense of what was happening. Before he could respond, the lights overhead flickered, casting the room into sudden flashes of light and shadow. A buzzing sound filled the space, familiar and unsettling, like a signal from the dark.

"What are you doing that for?" Dean asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

Tessa didn’t answer, her gaze darting toward the vent on the floor, her expression suddenly tight with alarm. The black ichor-demonic and sinister-began to seep from the vents, spilling out in slow, steady streams.

"What the hell?" Dean gasped, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Tessa stepped back, her hands raised in a defensive gesture. "You can’t do this!" she cried out, her voice shaking with sudden fear. "Get away!"

Before Dean could process her words, the ichor surged into the room, crawling across the floor, reaching toward Tessa. It wasn’t long before the dark liquid rushed up into her mouth, her face contorting as it consumed her from the inside out. Her body jerked violently, her eyes glowing with an eerie yellow light.

Dean’s heart skipped a beat as he watched in horror, realizing what was happening. The form in front of him twisted, changing into something unrecognizable. The voice that emerged was no longer Tessa’s. It was the Demon’s- cold and mocking.

"Today’s your lucky day, kid," the Demon’s voice purred, dripping with malice.

The Demon stepped forward, a dark presence that radiated power, and placed a hand on Dean’s forehead. A sudden jolt of pain shot through him, his body seizing as he gasped, his vision blurring. His breath hitched, and he felt his consciousness slipping, the world around him distorting into a nightmare.

*****

Sam was still seated on the bed, his hands clenched tightly around his knees. The silence in the room felt unnatural, oppressive, as if the very air was holding its breath. But then, a sharp, ragged gasp split the quiet. Dean’s body twitched violently as his eyes snapped open.

"Dean?" Sam’s voice cracked with concern as he leaned forward. His heart pounded as he watched his brother’s body convulse, the harsh rasp of his breath sounding strangled, like he couldn’t get enough air.

Sam’s eyes widened in panic. "Dean?" he shouted, reaching out, but Dean was choking on something—something wedged in his throat.

"Help! I need help!" Sam cried desperately, his voice breaking as he scrambled toward the door. He threw it open, his words loud and frantic in the empty hallway.

*****

Dean woke slowly, his body heavy, as though it didn’t quite belong to him. The sterile scent of the hospital room hung thick in the air, and the rhythmic beeping of machines beside him offered a strange comfort, a reminder that he was still alive. But the fog clouding his memories deepened the unease gnawing at him. Something wasn’t right.

A younger doctor, glasses perched on the edge of his nose, flipped through a clipboard, glancing between Dean and his chart. His brow furrowed, eyes darting from the page to the monitors beside Dean.

"I can’t explain it," the doctor muttered, more to himself than to Dean. "The edema’s gone. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are fine. You’ve got…some kind of angel watching over you."

Dean blinked, the word "angel" cutting through the fog like cold water splashed in his face. He didn’t remember anything about that. The Reaper, though…that felt familiar, like a shadow hanging just beyond his reach.

"Angel?" Dean croaked, still trying to gather his bearings.

The doctor scratched his head, clearly baffled. "Yeah…I don’t know how else to explain it."

"Thanks, doc," Dean muttered, more to end the conversation than anything else. The doctor gave a skeptical nod, still shaking his head, before leaving the room. Dean was left alone with his swirling thoughts.

Sam sat by his side, exhaustion etched across his face. His eyes were dark, strained, like he hadn’t slept in days. Dean turned to him, still feeling the weight of the fog in his head.

"So, you said a Reaper was after me?" Dean asked, his voice hoarse.

Sam gave a slow nod, but there was something in his gaze, something hesitant, a flicker of something unsaid. Dean frowned, trying to piece it together.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed, his voice tight.

Dean’s frustration flared. His mind felt like it was filled with holes, and the pit in his stomach only grew larger. Something was off, and it wasn’t just his physical state.

"How’d I ditch it?" Dean pressed.

Sam hesitated, rubbing his hands over his face like he was still trying to wake himself up. His eyes met Dean’s again, unreadable for a moment before the words came, almost too quietly.

"You got me. Dean…you really don’t remember anything?"

Dean’s jaw clenched, the emptiness in his mind only making the knot in his stomach worse.

"No. Except this…pit in my stomach. Sam, something’s wrong. Where’s Dad? And Marjorie?"

Before Sam could respond, a knock at the door interrupted them, and both of them tensed. They turned toward the entrance as John walked in, looking every bit the tired man Dean remembered. His face was drawn, the lines deeper than usual, but there was something else there- a weariness, a kind of fragility that hadn't been there before.

"How you feeling, dude?" John asked, his voice a little rough.

Dean blinked, still processing everything. "Fine, I guess. I’m alive."

John nodded, his gaze softening briefly. "That’s what matters."

Sam, however, wasn’t having it. He stood up abruptly, his voice tight with suspicion. "Where were you last night?"

John froze for a split second, then cleared his throat, his eyes briefly darting to the floor before meeting Sam’s.

"I had some things to take care of," John said, his voice guarded.

"Well, that’s specific," Sam shot back, not buying it.

The tension in the room thickened, but Sam wasn’t backing down. Dean could see the flash of anger in Sam’s eyes, the unspoken question hanging between them. Dean didn’t want to do this—not now, when everything was already so messed up.

"Come on, Sam," Dean muttered, trying to defuse the situation.

But Sam wasn’t letting it go. He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at their father. "Did you go after the demon?"

John’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, something dark flickered across his face. But he only sighed, shaking his head.

"No," he said, his voice low.

Sam wasn’t convinced. His voice dropped, cold and threatening. "You know, why don’t I believe you right now?"

John’s face sagged, the weight of something unspoken pressing down on him. His hands trembled slightly as he took a few steps closer to Dean, his eyes filled with a kind of vulnerability Dean had never seen before.

"Can we not fight?" John asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. "Half the time we’re fighting, I don’t even know what we’re fighting about. We’re just butting heads. Sammy, I’ve made some mistakes. But I’ve always done the best I could. I just…I don’t want to fight anymore, okay?"

Dean’s chest tightened. The words, too raw, too sudden, caught him off guard. He didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t expected this, not now, not after everything that had happened.

"Sam, are you all right?" John asked, his tone softer now, but heavy with the weight of the moment.

Sam looked at him for a long moment, his expression torn. After a beat, he nodded slowly, though his face still held doubt.

John rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath, like he was trying to hold himself together. "Yeah. Yeah, I’m just a little tired. Hey, son…would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

Sam hesitated, but finally nodded and left the room. Dean watched his brother go, his heart heavy with the tension that had settled between them. John’s gaze followed Sam for a moment, filled with a sadness that made Dean’s throat tighten.

Then John turned back to Dean, his voice low, regret lacing his words. "You know, when you were a kid, I’d come home from a hunt, and after what I’d seen, I’d be wrecked. And you…" John let out a soft, almost bitter chuckle. "You’d come up to me, put your hand on my shoulder, look me in the eye and say, ‘It’s okay, Dad.’"

Dean froze. The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and memories flooded back, unbidden, confusing. But they didn’t make sense- not now, not with everything that had happened.

John paused, his gaze lingering on Dean with a kind of raw honesty that Dean wasn’t sure how to handle. "Dean…I’m sorry."

Dean’s heart ached, his chest constricting. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he just whispered, "What?"

John swallowed hard, his eyes darkening, as if the weight of all his unspoken regrets were coming to the surface. "You shouldn’t have had to say that to me. I should’ve been saying that to you. I put... I put too much on your shoulders. Made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy. You took care of me. You did that…and you didn’t complain. Not once. I just want you to know…I’m so proud of you."

Dean’s mind was reeling, his chest tight as if the air had been knocked from his lungs. The words felt surreal, too heavy to bear.

"This really you talking?" Dean asked, barely above a whisper.

John gave him a steady look, a quiet plea in his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah, it’s really me."

Dean stared at him, trying to process it all, the apology that seemed too late to matter, the things John was saying that Dean had never imagined hearing.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

John’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?. You and Marjorie. She’s not my favorite person, that’s no doubt, but she cares about you boys."

Dean’s mind raced, his heart pounding. "Yeah, Dad…We will. You’re scaring me."

John leaned in close, whispering something into Dean’s ear. The words were like a shockwave, hitting Dean harder than anything he’d ever experienced. He pulled back, eyes wide with disbelief, as the finality of it sank in. John straightened up and walked out of the room without a word, leaving Dean stunned, the air thick with the unspoken weight of what had just passed between them. Dean sat in the silence, his head spinning, trying to understand what he had just heard.

Marjorie stood in the hallway, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe of Dean’s room. She had been there, in the boiler room, when John made the deal. She had seen the desperation in his eyes, heard his voice tremble as he made the most terrible choice of his life. She should have told them, should have told Dean and Sam what she knew. But the fear had stopped her-the fear that telling them would break whatever fragile bond they had left.

“You were never here, Marjorie,” John told her after the deal had been made. “You need to promise me, you will not tell them you saw what happened. They won’t be able to handle that. You don’t owe me anything, but if you care about my boys at all, you won’t tell them.”

As John placed the Colt on the small bed table in the room, Marjorie’s stomach twisted. She had witnessed the promise, the cost of the deal, but she couldn’t bring herself to break their hearts by revealing the truth.

Her guilt had been eating her up inside ever since. She could feel it now, the weight of the secret pressing down on her chest. The truth would come out, eventually, and when it did, it would destroy them. But for now, all she could do was watch, helpless and silent, as John’s final act played out. She had no idea how to make things right, but she knew one thing for certain: she would never be the same again.

*****

Inside the hospital room, chaos unfolded. A team of doctors and nurses worked feverishly around John’s body, their movements swift, but the looks on their faces told a different story. They knew.

Dean stormed into the room, his eyes locking onto his father’s lifeless form. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to push past a nurse who was standing in his way.

“No! No, no, no! It’s our dad!” Dean shouted, trying to break free of the nurse's grip.

He needed to get to John, needed to make sure this wasn’t real.

“Come on, he can’t be gone! He can’t be!” Dean pleaded, his voice growing frantic.

The doctor, who had been watching the scene unfold, finally stepped back, his face grim. He gave a small nod to the nurse, who stopped compressions. Dean’s stomach turned as the words hit him like a freight train.

“Time of death: 10:41 a.m.”

The finality of those words slammed into Dean, and his legs buckled beneath him. He stumbled back, collapsing against the doorframe, his body going limp as disbelief flooded him. His mind refused to accept it.

Outside in the hallway, Marjorie stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. Her stomach twisted with guilt, and she couldn’t move. She had known this moment was coming- had prepared herself for it- but now, the truth hit her like a tidal wave. The secrecy she had carried with her, the burden of the choices she had made, felt heavier than ever. And in this moment, it felt like a betrayal that could never be undone.

*****

[arc-misadventures]

The Cats Armoured Coat

Blake: Okay, how are your guy’s plans going?

Pyrrha: Not good. Jaune just complimented my armour on how nice it looked, and how it will provide me additional protection the next time we have to fight.

Blake: Well, he did compliment you on how nice you looked.

Pyrrha: I know~! But, I thought my armour would help seduce him with its subtle curves, and metal plating. You think his eyes would have been mesmerized by the sight of the skirt as I shook my hips at him.

Blake: Well, he did compliment you, he never did it before so he is aware of your new armour. Unlike before where he wasn’t aware of… anything.

Pyrrha: That’s true… I guess I’ll take the wins when I get them then.

Blake: That’s the spirit! So how goes things with, Yang’s new armour?

Pyrrha: Well… she’s having some… issues…

Blake: Like… what…?

Blake looked over, Pyrrha’s shoulder to see, Ruby struggling in vain to shove, Yang’s massive breasts into the armour breast plate, then to try, and connect the armour to the rest of the suit.

Ruby: Grrrr! They. Won’t. Fit!

Yang: Yes they will!

Ruby: No they won’t!

Yang: YES THEY WILL!!!

Ruby: Ahh! This breast plate should have at least been made into a, B Cup, why did you want it to be an, A Cup?!

Yang: Because watching my massive tits pop out would be so hot!

Ruby: There are more effective ways to may a, Double G Cup look like a, A Cup. This isn’t one of them?!

Yang: It will work!

Ruby: Rahhhhhhhh!

Yang: Ahhhhhhhh!

(Click)

And with that final scream the armour plate fit into its slot locking itself in place.

Yang: Ah! See, told you it would work~!

Ruby: Not for long. That things like a coiled spring; one good bump, and that thing will come flying out like a sling shot.

Yang: Pssh! That won’t happen. Good gods… It’s been years since I could look at my feet like this. Is this how you, and Weiss feel?

Ruby: Hey!

Yang: Haha! With this I can finally seduce, Jaune! He’ll no longer be going after that washboard, Weiss as soon as he sees my amazing mommy milkers~!

Ruby: Okay…? Just, stop bouncing like that; you might dislodge the chest piece if you keep doing that.

Yang: I can’t help it; They were always jiggling now they’re doing nothing at…?!

Like a ballista releasing its crossbow bolt, Yang’s breast plate came out flying at an insane speed slamming into, Ruby’s face knocking her off her feet, and knocking her out cold in seconds. Leaving no time to marvel as, Yang’s bounced free from their confinement.

Ruby: Gahh?!!

Yang: Oh shit, Ruby?!

BP: …

Blake: Well, that was inevitably going to happen…

Pyrrha: The jiggle they gave as they broke free was pretty nice.

Blake: Oh it was salivating to the senses. Anyway, want to come with me while I seduce, Jaune~?

Pyrrha: Oh~? And, what exactly are you planning on doing?

Blake: Follow me~!

~~~

Jaune: Lotters~! Looters~! Looters~! Loot… ers?

Blake: Oh! Hi, Jaune~! What do you think of my new… Body armour~?

Jaune: Looks incredibly uncomfortable, and highly impractical.

Blake: Eh?

Jaune: Actually it would be good if you wore an undershirt, and a cap. But, I doubt all that heavy chainmail is comfortable on your cat ears now is it?

Blake: It is a little heavy on my ears.

Jaune: and, you really should have worn an undershirt under all that chainmail. How they link the chains together may inadvertently scratch up your back, and you should probably have a shower too since they use oil to maintain the quality of the chainmail. Don’t want to ruin your lovely skin now do we~!

Blake: Oh… T-Thank you… I’ll go do that later…

Jaune: And, as for that… skirt…

Blake: What about it…?

Jaune: …

Blake: …?

Jaune: …

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: It really compliments your amazing a…?! I-It’s highly impractical! Take it off!

Blake: I’ll go do that…

Jaune: Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was going to meet, Nora, and Ren at, Looters. Till later then.

Blake: B-Bye, Jaune!

Blake: Well… That failed…

Pyrrha: I’ll say… He took one look at you, and critiqued everything wrong with your outfit.

Blake: I know… Dammit… I thought this would rock his blocks off…

Pyrrha: Well, yeah, but look at the bright side.

Blake: And, that is?

Pyrrha: Jaune thinks you have an amazing ass~!

Blake: …

Blake: Hell yeah! Bellabooty for the win!

“Smack!”

Blake: AHH?! It scratch my butt! The chainmail scratched up my ass! Oh gods that stings!

Pyrrha: Well, he did warn you. So…?

Blake: Not helping!

Pyrrha: Sorry.

[wolfjessedragon]

Based on @liliacamethyst Webs of series

Webs of What if Part 2- Webs of Friendship

A few days later…

Sunny: So I took your advice.

Peter BP: And? How’d it go?

Sunny: He wants to be in the picture, even asked me to move in with him.

Peter BP: That’s great! So when am I gonna get to meet this baby daddy?

Sunny: *chuckles* Actually you know him already

Peter BP: Wait… is he another spider?

Sunny: Yes

Peter BP: Wow, oof that’s gonna be a toughie to explain to Miguel if he ever finds out.

Sunny: Well… about that..

Peter BP: No way!

Sunny: Yeah

Peter BP: You and Miguel?! Shut the front door!

Sunny: *chuckles*

Peter BP: Sunny! Girl! I want the deets, I mean how? You're like this embodiment of warmth and kindness and he’s… he’s…

Sunny: Finish your sentence

Peter BP: Kinda the complete opposite, so how?

Sunny: *sighs* Sure most of the time Miguel can be-

Peter BP: A serious stick in the mud and oftentimes downright terrifying.

Sunny: I was gonna say guarded, but I guess yours works okay. But during those times when it was just the two of us, he was sweet, gentle, vulnerable, like him being with me gave him that freedom to take his armor off and be him. That’s as best as I can describe it.

Peter BP: Wow just wow. How long has this been going on?

Sunny: Well at first he made it clear it was just a sex thing, hooking up for the sake of hooking up, stress relief he had called it.

Peter BP: *clenches his fist and teeth* What?

Sunny: Easy brother from another mother, it’s no longer like that now.

Peter BP: Phew thank goodness because if it still was I would have-

Sunny: Gotten annihilated

Peter BP: Hey!

Sunny: *chuckles then alarm goes off* Oh snap, sorry Peter I gotta bounce. *opens portal back to Earth 586*

Peter BP: We’re talking more about this!

Sunny: *leaves through portal*

Peter BP: Sunny and Miguel… I did not see that coming

Somewhere in Nea Yorkey…

Sunny: *sits in a cafe waiting* C'mon dude, where are you?

*A disheveled woman comes in and sits across from Sunny.*

Sunny: You’re late

???: Sorry Spider Sun

Sunny: You’re fine Veronica, is everything okay? Are you taking your medications?

Veronica: Yes ma’am, I’m being sure to stay on top of my medications. Still having trouble finding a place to live though.

Sunny: That’s actually what I’m hoping to talk to you about. *places a large envelope on the table*

Veronica: What is that?

Sunny: The keys to my apartment, some money, and some other documents. They're for you.

Veronica: What?

Sunny: They’re for you.

Veronica: W-W-Why?

Sunny: Let’s just say I’m moving away. I’m not gonna be in Nea Yorkey as often anymore because of personal stuff. The city is going to need a new protector.

Veronica: No it can’t be me, I nearly destroyed this city, everyone hates me.

Sunny: That was the old you, before you got help. Since then you’ve helped me save this city more times than I can count and more than redeemed yourself in the eyes of the citizens. You’re the best person to take the mantle. Besides, you'll have Venom and Eddie backing you up.

Veronica: I don’t know what to say.

Sunny: Say you’ll try.

Veronica: Okay, I’ll try.

Sunny: Thank you, Vulture.

A couple days later on top of Sunny’s apartment building….

Miguel: *exits the portal and is shocked to see Peter B. Parker and his daughter Mayday, he groans*

Peter BP: Well *groan* to you to

Miguel: What are you doing here?

Peter BP: Waiting with Mayday

Miguel: Is Spider Sun here?

Peter BP: If she was I wouldn’t be out here waiting with Mayday. Also no need for the formalities, I know you and Sunny are a thing and you’re her Baby Daddy.

Miguel: I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?

Peter BP: I’m waiting with Mayday for Sunny so I can help her move to your place.

Miguel: Well your assistance is no longer required so you can-

Peter BP: Yeah I ain’t going anywhere. *glares*

Miguel: *a little taken aback, glares back*

*A tense atmosphere surrounded the two men as they glared each other down like two gunslingers at high noon.*

Sunny: *swings in and sees them* Hey guys *dissipating the tension*

Peter BP: Sunny *high fives*

Sunny: Peter, Mayday *tickles making Mayday giggle then steps to Miguel*

Miguel: *smirks* Soleada *kisses Sunny’s lips softly*

Peter BP: *jokingly gags and covers Mayday’s eyes*

In Sunny’s apartment…

Sunny: *Keeps Mayday busy while Miguel and Peter move the few boxes Sunny has back and forth through the portal. There wasn’t much as Sunny was leaving most of the furniture to Veronica since they take up too much space in Miguel’s place. What was in those boxes were… irreplaceable.*

Miguel: *picks up one of the boxes when something falls out, he goes to put it back when he sees it’s a video and photo camera*

Peter BP: Oh no way *web grabs the camera and starts looking* Sunny look what Miguel found

Sunny: *looks at what Peter is holding and blushes beet red* You wouldn’t dare

Peter BP: *grins mischievously* Miguel check it *shows him a video, in which a much younger Sunny costume’s zipper breaks and she’s frantically trying to get out, then laughs his ass off* It’s like one of those dog paper bag vids *continues laughing*

Sunny: *glares at Peter BP* Oh like you haven’t had wardrobe malfunctions before

Miguel: *somewhat curious briefly scrolls through the other pictures and videos, getting an array of reactions from Sunny*

Sunny: That’s when I first met Venom and Eddie, that’s when Veronica got out of the institution, and- *stops as she sees the picture of a giant bridge*

Miguel: *notices* Estás bien amor?

Sunny: *on the verge of tears* Yeah I’m fine just memories and hormones

Miguel: *just hugs Sunny*

Peter BP: *Pats her back* Tell ya what Sunny, how about one last hurrah?

Sunny: Pardon?

Peter BP: How about the four- I mean five of us go down for dinner to that shindig down the street. Ugh I always forget the name.

Sunny: The Milano?

Peter BP: Yeah that’s it!

Sunny: *looks up at Miguel who just nods* Okay..

A while later at The Milano…

*After a very pleasant meal they’re about to pick up the check when “The Dog Days are Over” by Florence + the Machine comes on the radio.*

Sunny: *pauses and grins*

Peter BP: Uh oh

Miguel: What?

Sunny: *gets up from table and holds out hands* Peter, my tiny partner.

Peter BP: Alright *Hands Mayday to Sunny* Don’t go nuts

Sunny: No promises! *chuckles and starts dancing with Mayday in arms*

Miguel: *just watches her wide eyed, seeing her like this is… woah*

Peter BP: *watches* I might be biased because she’s my best friend but that kid the two of you are having is gonna have an awesome pair of parents.

Miguel: …… thank you and thank you.

Peter BP: Miguel, we may never be buddies but we have got to change our attitudes about each other. Because like it or not we’re gonna be more involved in one another’s lives. If not for each others sakes then for the sake of our families. Can we agree on that? *goes for a handshake*

Miguel: *sighs and shakes Peter’s hand*

Peter BP: Oh and uh one more thing

Miguel: Wha- ow!

Peter BP: *squeezes Miguel’s hand hard* Break Sunny’s heart and I will break every bone in your body.

Miguel: *pulls his hand away* Anotado. Maldito sea, que apretón vicioso tienes.

Peter BP: *chuckles*

Miguel: *watches Sunny dancing with Mayday, finishes his drink, gets up, and walks towards them*

Sunny: *notices Miguel approaching*

Miguel: *bends down to Mayday’s level* Disculpe, señorita Mayday, mind if I steal your dance partner?

Mayday: *squeals excitedly and starts waddling back to her daddy*

Miguel: Now fair warning I got two left feet

Sunny: *giggles and takes Miguel’s hands as they “dance” to the second chorus while Peter BP watches with Mayday in the background.*

Later in Miguel’s apartment…

Sunny: *waves bye at Mayday as Peter holds her while going through the portal*

Miguel: *walks up to her and puts a hand along her waist* Had fun?

Sunny: Yeah, thank you by the way.

Miguel: For what?

Sunny: For a lot of things but to keep it simple just… thank you. *her head leans on his shoulder*

Miguel: Well I have to admit I had fun too. *Looks and grins a little flirtatiously*

Sunny: *bites her lip and blushes*

Miguel: *gives her a peck on the lips then crouches down and kisses her abdomen as he wraps his arms around her* Hey baby, fair warning, your mom is salvaje.

Sunny: *scoffs and playfully hits him*

Miguel: *chuckles* But to be fair, so is your dad.

Sunny: *smirks*

Miguel: One more thing baby, cover your ears. *Suddenly picks her up.*

Sunny: *Yelps then giggles as Miguel carries her to the bedroom.*

{Authors Note: Taking a bit of a creative liberty, I decided to make Earth 586’s Vulture a villain turned hero. (In Veronica’s case here’s the summary she was a homeless girl with serious mental issues taken advantage of by 586’s Doc Oc. Doc Oc performed inhumane experiments on Veronica turning her into a harpy like beast that would be known as Vulture. Fast forward a bit and after a particularly fight where Sunny had found out Vulture’s history as Veronica. How like the vultures, everyone had treated her like pest, Sunny chooses to do what few have done for Veronica. Treat her like a person in need of help. In the aftermath of the fight Sunny got most of the charges on Veronica waved and instead of jail got her put in a good rehabilitation center where she also learned how shift between human and harpy forms. Time passes and there were several times when Sunny was in a bind only for Veronica to come bail her out. And when Sunny started working for the Spider Society, Veronica had occasionally taken her place. (Cause TBH one of the things that kinda bugged me about the Spider Society is that the Spiders would leave their native realities for noticeable amounts of time.) Sunny, now moving in with Miguel, is giving the resources she’ll need to be the full time protector.) Taking further liberties I decided to make some other changes that I will happily answer in the comments and in future posts.}

[containedconspiracy]

ough your bps designs are so neat!!! i would def like to hear more about your interpretations for adam and jonah!!

AAAH TYSM !! :D That I can do!

(INFO'S BELOW THE CUT, DIDN'T WANNA SPAM..

so, for starters, let's just go over the basic stuff of the duo.. I personally think that Adam and Jonah aren't really friends. Or it's really one-sided. Jonah likes Adam a bit, finds him weird and kind of interesting to watch, Adam finds Jonah to be one of the most annoying people on planet earth.

they sort of bounce off of eachother with Adam usually taking everything seriously while Jonah takes a solid nothing seriously, not until he gets involved, at least.. Adam personally hates that fact about Jonah more than anything, but finds him to be tolerable when they're having normal conversations. Or when Jonah's useful.

also, probably the most controversial hc i have ever, Jonah's taller. sorry, Adam.

Jonah was accepted into BPS when Sarah made Adam get someone else to do the whole alternate-luring stuff with. Jonah solely exists as a replacement in Adam's mind, and maybe a crutch for when he's feeling lonely. Which is rare.

Anyways, onto individuals! Jonah's up first because I have a little less to say.

Jonah.

Jonah, design wise, was supposed to kind of give off the vibe of a wannabe scene or emo kid. His baggy clothes and accessories as well as dyed hair are just because he thinks it looks cool, he doesn't have many other reasons for it. His hair color and general style is sorta similar to his canon counterpart, keeping the same dark to silver gradient as well as the general spiky/side-swept look of it.

Personality wise, he thinks he's hot shit. He's confident and takes everything about as serious as you'd expect him to. He does find the ghost hunting and paranormal stuff a little interesting, but he's mostly just in it for the stories and the money. His parents are pretty rich, with his dad being a lawyer and all, and he has a good dozen of friends outside of BPS. Nothing's keeping him here besides his own interest in the organization.

That doesn't mean he doesn't care about it at all, though! He likes the people there, he likes getting to hang out and feeling cool because he gets to steal and sneak around empty places. It's the kind of rebellious that he always daydreamed about when he was living his completely ordinary, honestly kind of boring old life.

MISC ;

- he's 6'2".

- aroace, never had romantic interest in anyone, never will.

- Lots of scrapes on skin under clothes from just being generally stupid during investigations.

- adhd win

Adam.

If you can't tell by now, Adam's my favorite TMC character. A lot of these headcanons are from way back when vol 2 had just come out, and I'm still somewhat attached to them. Don't mind me being insane.

Design-wise, Adam looks a lot.. softer than Jonah does? He's supposed to have a sort of obviously-fake innocent look, mostly with the wide eyes and rounder shapes used for his hair and face. His hair's dyed in a split style as a reference to the fact that while he's seen as having brown/black hair in the series, he's actually blonde. Same goes for his eyes, which are darker in-series but most people draw him with blue eyes. This isn't the result of contacts or anything, he just naturally has heterochromia. Even before he got taken by Intruder..

Furthering the eye discussion, he may seem like the odd one out when compared to how I draw the other BPS members, and it's mostly to give him a more unsettling appearance in comparison. While the others have simple eyes with flatter eyelids and simpler pupils, his closer resemble how I draw the alternate's eyes, specifically taking inspiration from the eye shape I gave Intruder. Like father, like son, I guess..?

Personality wise, he's far from nice. Or extroverted. He's the opposite of Jonah in every way. He rarely cares for others but still takes everything seriously, even when nobody else around him will, and he's mean by default. He doesn't really process any of his negative emotions in any way besides anger and lashing out. (or isolation, god forbid..) When in a social situation where he's not trying to be a complete asshole, he's just socially awkward. He doesn't have many friends, mostly because he doesn't want any, and he doesn't care enough to try and figure out all of the intricacies of social interaction, often coming off as blunt or uncaring. (Which he usually is, anyways!)

The cross necklace he has isn't there for any religious reasons- In fact, it's just there because he noticed that Alternates tend to be drawn to people who actively practice religion. He wanted to bring them in without devoting any of his time to actually trying to find faith in a god. He's a complete atheist.

..or, is, until Mandela Catalyst..

But we don't need to worry about that!

MISC ;

- 5'10".

- Trans, but not FTM. No, he's just genderless horror to male. It counts to me.

- Also covered in bruises and scratches, mostly from fights or lashing out on inanimate objects.

- Supposedly has/Is Diagnosed with M.A.D.

[fruitless-vain]

So we started a new medication to get my body to retain the salt better to have that influence my BP since every other way isn’t working

And it’s definitely increased my overall BP but also I was sitting at 180/60 yesterday and now bounce around 120/80 and 110/70 so like most of the time I’m at the top half of a healthy range but every now and then things go a weee too high for comfort

So now I’m just paranoid checking every hour and trying to be aware of symptom changes cause that could get scary fast with how disregulated my blood pressure control is

[ghostiegamer]

Had a Steven Universe AU bounce around my brain a little bit so here's what I have so far of it

PD- Queen of a very prosperous and peaceful kingdom. Lush and beautiful. Refugees come to her kingdom to thrive. Gained the nickname Rose Queen from her subjects because of how kind and beautiful she is. Throws lavish balls as an excuse to hire refugees for new jobs within her kingdom. Her kingdom is mainly fields, forests, and mountains. Lots of farmland and mines. Main export is food and gems.

WP- Head of PD royal guard. Is PD personal knight. Used to work for WD as a part of her royal guard but WD traded her for PP. Is extremely loyal to PD. Is very good with all kinds of weapons. Also has a green thumb and if not by her queens side or training, she can usually be found in the garden tending to her roses and medicinal herbs. Is also pretty good at alchemy. Is an orphan.

BD- Is generally considered a pretty merciful Queen. Will swoop in to kingdoms that desperately need help and offer to help in exchange for them joining her kingdom and acknowledging her as their queen. If they refuse, then she doesn't mind going to war. Kingdom is fairly big. A lot of her kingdom is coastal. Main export is fish.

BP- Is BD lady in waiting/heir. Very knowledgeable in other kingdoms culture and goods. Personally attends to all of BD needs. Knows how to make other kingdoms rulers lower their guard so BD can try to sway them into giving up their crown. Knows all the stuff about kingdom relations and is very knowledgeable about trade and commonly sits in and helps lead meeting about what to do with new territory's goods. Loves painting in her free time.

YD- A war queen. She tears through kingdoms either taking them for herself or leaving them for Blue or Pink to swoop in and pick up the pieces. Her kingdom is mainly mountainous. Main export is metal. Is extremely smart and very determined. Is very good at navigating a battlefield but not so much at navigating the workings of her court.

YP- Is YD lady in waiting/advisor/heir. Knows her way around a battlefield just as well as a ballroom. Tells YD everything that goes on with the commoners and nobles of the land. Is very devious and cunning. Often sits in on war meetings offering advice. Runs the court whenever YD is away at war, which is a fair amount of the time. Is very good with handling conflict and solving disputes. Often models for BP when the diamonds get together.

WD- A distant Queen. Her kingdom is very prosperous and large. She does not make many public appearances. Her pearl makes them for her. Her kingdom has several different biomes within it but it's mainly forest. Main export is lumber and weaponry. Does not often go to war, but when she does, she decimates whatever kingdom she goes against. Very few survivors. She's very blunt and tends to not waste time dancing around a subject when she can just get straight to the point. This has earned her a reputation for being cold from those who have met her. Secretly is a big softie for the other diamonds and their pearls. PD pearl use to be apart of her royal guard. Knows that she's the reason why PP is an orphan and has a disability and that's part of the reason why she adopted PP. Feels guilty for hurting a child like that.

PP- Use to be a royal jester in PD court. WD saw her at one of PD balls and thought she looked absolutely stunning. WD traded her pearl in the royal guard to PD for PP. Is an orphan. Now is WD lady in waiting and heir. Makes public appearances for WD and handles most of the ongoings of court and day to day life. Is a very skilled blacksmith and enjoys experimenting in her forge. Is also a very good dancer. Doesn't speak much when she doesn't have to. Parents were killed in an attack on PP kingdom of birth when she was a baby. This left her with a big scar across one of her eyes and partial blindess in it. Kingdom was attacked by WD forces. She is one of few survivors. Despite her scar, she's widely regarded as one of the most beautiful women in WD kingdom. Is extremely kind.

The Diamonds and Pearls travel between the kingdoms often and the 4 Diamonds are often referred to as The Sister Queens even though they're not really related. They did all grow up together though as their parents were close friends. Their parents all died due to a mysterious illness that plagued their land long ago. They're all unmarried. Most of the world is run by them with a few small countries still existing, mainly due to treaties with one of the Diamonds kingdoms.

If anyone wants to know more, please ask. I would love to talk about this and flesh it out a bit more.

[dem0nguy]

RAMBLETIME 3 (uh, i can’t think of a rhyme for this one)

Doin this one for my friend @spinningbagel <3

Im gonna ramble about one of my favorite sillies, Dr. White. Who has very little screentime and so much goddamn potential.

- He adopted both Vegan and BP long before the apocalypse

- Unlabeled (stole that from Polar) and has had relationships with a lot of different people, but none of them really worked out.

- He pretty tall (like, ~6ft)

- He got da ✨AUTISM✨ and ADHD too. He scratches the back of his neck when anxious (got that one from sir_writesalot on ao3), he also flaps his hands when he’s excited, makes eccentric poses, and paces/bounces around the room when he’s thinking.

- His current hyperfixation is cats, he just loves them. (He had a cat before the apocalypse that sadly met its end, but lived a full life)

- All his scientific degrees were hyperfixations at some point. (Same with the books he’s written, they were just excuses to ramble about his hyperfixations)

- Local tea enthusiast

- Knows bits and pieces of other languages from listening to operas and songs. He was also in a choir before the apocalypse, so he sung in a lot of different languages.

- Used to sing Vegan-Su and BP to sleep when they were younger (their favorite song was silent night)

- Has religious trauma bc his family was kinda shit. They didn’t believe in science and shamed him for his autistic behavior.

- Has trauma from being transformed into a colossus, but plays it off like he’s fine.

- Gets along really well with Brutux because of their similar interests in literature/music/science.

- Won the Nobel Prize for his research before the apocalypse (he has it somewhere in his closet now…)

- Despite his silly attitude, everyone in La Résistance respects him (except maybe Sheriff, bc Sheriff doesn’t respect anyone)

- Would do anything for his kids, they are what he lives for.

- Bonds with Sheriff at some point, bc underneath Sheriff’s cocky attitude he is also severely traumatized :]

I think that’s pretty much all I’ve got, he’s one of my favorite characters tho so I’ll probably come up with more at some point :D