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summer-binging-spn · 8 years ago

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Cold as Ice

Word Count: 1,985 (without lyrics)

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, cursing, Angry!Dean

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Lucifer x Reader (Not Samifer!!)

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @wayward-mirage @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou

Author's Note: This is my submission for @cas-is-my-hero ‘s 100 followers challenge I chose the song Cold as Ice by Foreigner! Congratulations!

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You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You never take advice Someday you'll pay the price, I know

“Lucifer,” you singsong through your house, looking for that breath of cool air. You know how it started, but you are sleeping with the Devil and dating Sam Winchester.

“Why are you yelling for Lucifer?” Dean asks with his arms crossed.

“It's not what it looks like,” you say defensively.

“Really? Because it looks like you are cheating on my little brother with the Devil,” he states taking in your sex mused hair and the temperature of your usually cozy house.

“Okay so maybe it is what it looks like. Please don't tell Sam,” you plead, looking into his usually kind eyes.

“How am I supposed to keep this from him?” he asks, running his hands down his face.

“Just for now Dean please. I'll quit with Lucifer I swear,” you beg, looking up at the older Winchester.

“Alright, he's gonna find out though,” he mumbles, shaking his head. You pull your hair up and pull the things you need for supper out of the fridge.

“Hey baby, kinda chilly in here. Is your heater on the blitz again?” Sam asks as he sets down the groceries. He presses a kiss to your temple and starts helping you cook. Dean shakes his head and grabs a beer.

“I think it’s just where it’s chilly outside,” you smile up at him.

“Maybe you should turn up the heater, I don’t want you getting sick,” Sam says.

“Alright,” you nod, knowing it has nothing to do with the temperature outside.

I've seen it before It happens all the time You're closing the door You leave the world behind

“Lucifer I have to stop doing this,” you mumble shaking your head.

“Do you really want to stop?” He asks pushing you against the wall.

“I don't want to hurt Sam. I love him,” you say, struggling to think with him standing so close. Chill bumps pop out on your arms and you look up at him.

“Are you sure cutting the Devil lose is the best thing to do?” he asks, twirling your hair around his finger.

“You'll find another passing fad. I won't find another Sam,” you whisper.

“Are you sure this is a good idea pet?” he whispers into your ear.

“I’m sure,” you whisper and he’s gone. You run your hands through your hair and try to figure out how you’re going to stay away from Lucifer for the rest of your life.

You're digging for gold Yet throwing away A fortune in feelings But someday you'll pay

“Thought you were done with me,” Lucifer taunts as you lay beside him in bed.

“I was lonely, this was the last time,” you insist.

“I’m sure it will be. Your poor Winchester, doesn’t even know what you’re doing,” he states.

“If you’re going to judge me I get enough of that shit from Dean,” you bite, thinking back to the judgmental looks of the older Winchester.

“Oh I’m not judging you, I just know how conflicted that pretty little soul is,”

“I’m not conflicted, I love Sam,” you say, shaking your head.

“But somewhere in there you feel something for me,” he whispers.

“I can’t feel anything for you,” you growl and stand up wrapping the sheet around yourself and making your way to the shower.

“Tell yourself what you want pet, just know I can read you,” he says and when you turn around he is gone.

You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You want Paradise But someday you'll pay the price I know

“He’s been here again,” Dean whispers harshly in your ear.

“Who are you to judge me, Mr. One Night Stand?” you growl.

“I’m not committed to anyone,” he bites back and walks back outside.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to look at your heater? It’s cold in here again,” Sam asks.

“It’s fine Sam,” you smile weakly up at him.

“What’s up with Dean?” he asks, glancing towards the door.

“I’m out of beer,” you mumble softly, shaking your head.

“I thought we just bought some,” he says opening your fridge.

“You bought some last week, and you two drank most of them while you were here,” you state.

“You wanna ride with me while I get some?” he asks happily.

“I’d love to,” you say and follow him out to Baby.

“Can I have the keys? We’re gonna go grab some beer,” Sam asks.

“Sure,” Dean mumbles handing him the keys. You get in the passenger seat and watch San drive to the little store a few miles down from you.

I've seen it before It happens all the time You're closing the door You leave the world behind You're digging for gold Yet throwing away A fortune in feelings But someday you'll pay

“Y/n! We need to talk! Sammy’s at the Bunker,” Dean barks, waking you from your nap.

“Can’t it wait Dean?” you mumble, burying your face into the arm of your couch and pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

“No, now,” he barks, pulling you up off the couch.

“Alright, now is good,” you say, stretching.

“Why did you start sleeping with him in the first place? Why are you still sleeping with him?” he demands.

“Sam and I had been fighting, I got stupidly drunk and Lucifer brought me home. I don’t know, he can be here when Sam isn’t Dean, I get so lonely. Weeks and weeks without anyone gets lonely,” you whisper.

“So you’re willing to throw away two years worth of feelings and love for what? The Devil?” he asks.

“Dean I know, I know it’s wrong. I tried to stop,” you whisper holding your head in your hands.

“If you don’t stop I’ll stop this shit,” he says.

“How will you stop it?” you ask.

“I’ll tell Sam, he’ll hurt for a while. He might hate me for a while, but it’s better than what you’re doing to him,” he states.

“No, I can’t lose Sam. Dean you have to understand, all I have is you and Sam,” you plead.

“You have Lucifer too,” he reminds you harshly.

“Dean it’s not like that,” you mumble.

“I’m sure, when this hurts Sam I’ll be there to pick him up again. I told you one thing when you started dating my little brother, do you remember what that was?” he asks.

“That if I hurt him you’d cut your ties with me, it didn’t matter what kind of shit I was in,” you whisper.

“When he gets hurt, I don’t care if you are my friend your contact is gone,” he states and leaves.

Cold as ice, you know that you are Cold, (cold) as, (as) ice, As cold as ice to me (Cold, cold cold) (as, as, as) (ice)

“Y/n, I’m home,” Sam yells through your house.

“Shit,” you mumble and push Lucifer away from you.

“I tried to warn you,” he coos into your ear.

“Get out of here,” you hiss.

“Alright,” he mumbles and is gone. You walk through the house meeting Sam in the hall by the bathroom.

“Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little flushed,” Sam asks, smiling at you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you mumble.

“Dean said I should talk to you,” he says with a small grin on his lips.

“Damn it Dean,” you grumble and Sam’s face falls.

“I’ve done some stupid shit, you probably want to sit down for this Sam,” you mumble, motioning towards your table.

“We can work through it, we always do,” he assures you, as he sits down.

“Not this,” you mumble and sit in front of him.

“What happened?” he asks, reaching across the table for your hands.

“Do you remember that fight we had, about four months ago?” you ask, avoiding his gaze as you play with the tablecloth.

“Yeah, we broke up for a few days,” he says.

“I went to that shitty bar up the road and got stupidly drunk,” you admit softly and he straightens.

“What happened?” he demands, and tears start slipping down your cheeks.

“Lucifer found me, he brought me home, told me I was in no shape to drive and I asked him to stay. It’s been going on since then,” you whisper.

“You cheated on me?” he roars.

“Sam I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“And maybe if it had just been that night, I might be okay, but since then? And with Lucifer? Of all the things you could’ve chosen you chose the Devil?” he demands.

“Sam I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have. I tried to stop, I tried so hard,” you whisper.

“This isn’t like drugs, this isn’t something that will kill you if stop cold turkey,” he yells.

“Sam I know, and I’m sorry. I just get so lonely,” you defend yourself weakly.

“Lonely? You think I’m not lonely out there? I hunt for a living, I could’ve been screwing any of those bar girls but I thought I had you to come home to,” he says, tears falling.

“Sam I’m done, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” you whisper reaching for his hand.

“Get rid of my contact, don’t call me. Don’t text me, I don’t care what you get yourself into,” he says walking out the door.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, cold as, cold as ice) (You're as cold as icccce) You're as cold as ice (Cold as icccce), Cold as ice I know (You're as cold as icccce) You're as cold as ice (Cold as iccce) Cold as ice I know (You're as cold as icccce) Oh yes I know (Cold as icccce) (You're as cold as icccce) You're as cold as ice (Cold as icccce) Cold as ice I know (You're as cold as icccce) Oh, yes I know (Cold as icccce)

“Lucifer,” you whisper into the warm room. The temperature slowly changes and you turn.

“What do you need?” he asks.

“I needed to tell someone I’m hunting again, Sam and Dean are no longer an option. I’m sure Cas hates me just as much as Dean does,” you mumble, shaking your head at your mistakes.

“I would apologize for your loses but you haven’t lost much,” he mutters.

“Stop, I love Sam. And Dean was my best friend,” you bite.

“I’ll keep my eyes on you,” he promises softly and with a flutter is gone. You lock up and as you turn you are met with black eyes.

“Shit,” you mumble and try to push past them, to get to the angel blade in your car.

“Shit,” they mock and a blade is shoved into your ribs. You cry out and fall back onto the cold porch.

“Too bad you’re on the bad side of the Winchesters,” they grin maliciously.

“Lucifer,” you cough, praying that he’s listening.

“What happened?” Dean asks from above you.

“Thought my contact was gone,” you mumble.

“Needed to get the rest of Sammy’s clothes,” he mumbles and picks you up.

“M fine Dean,” you mumble.

“I can’t just leave you,” he says.

“Put me on the couch, I’ll get Luci here,” you cough.

“I’ll call Cas. Don’t call him, not while I’m here,” Dean demands and unlocks your door. He lays you on your couch and grabs a few towels.

“What is wrong?” Cas asks.

“Can you heal her? I know what I’ve been saying, but she’s still a good hunter,” Dena says, motioning towards you.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Cas mumbles and with a touch the wound is gone.

“You didn’t have to,” you say softly.

“You treated me with kindness when I needed it. I know what you did to Sam, it wasn’t your best decision, but it isn’t my business,” Cas mumbles.

“Thank you,” you smile at him and with a small smile he’s gone.

“I’m hunting again. The rest of Sam’s things are in those boxes,” you motion to the two lonely boxes sitting by the table.

“Seems like a great idea,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and get out of my house, I wouldn’t be hunting if you had just kept your damn mouth shut,” you bite.

“He needed to know,” Dean yells.

“Things were fine! He didn’t know!” your voice raised.

“I would have wanted to know, he deserved to know. He deserves so much more than you,” Dean bites and steps towards the table.

“No, I fucked up. I haven’t touched Lucifer since Sam broke it off,” you cry.

“Well a fine time for you to get out of the bed with the Devil!”

“I sense tension,” Lucifer interrupts.

“Get out!” you and Dean yell.

“I don’t think I should, I want to watch this fight,” Lucifer grins.

“I’m leaving,” Dean growls and picks the boxes up. He leaves with the rest of Sam’s things and it all clicks, Lucifer never wanted you, not in bed.

“You just wanted to hurt Sam,” you whisper.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” Lucifer grins.

“Then why’d you stay all those nights? Afterwards?” you ask.

“You were good company,” he shrugs.

“Please leave,” you mumble, and once he’s gone you’re truly alone.

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deansleather · 8 years ago

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An Agreement

Pairing: Crowley x Reader Prompt: Crowley for @spnhiatuscreations week 6, and “Is this goodbye?” for @cas-is-my-hero ‘s 100 Followers Celebration (I tweaked the quote, hope you don’t mind Summary: After being sent wrongly to Hell, Crowley decides to compromise; your life back in exchange for one date with him. Simple and harmless, though something seems to change as the night wears on. Word Count: 3942 Warnings: fluff! technically death, but this is in the SPN world; no one dies for long, just a basic idea of what happened is told

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A/N: I have got to say, I really enjoyed this one. I certainly have a little thing for the King of Hell, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I! As always, FEEDBACK IS LOOOOVED! EVEN JUST A LIKE HELPS

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“A bad boy can be very good for a girl.” ― Melissa de la Cruz, Girl Stays in the Picture

You woke up on the ground, resting on a red rug. The room smelled of cologne, sulfur, candles, and a little like iron, a strange mixture that was both pleasing and unsettling. You felt as though you were awakening from a yearlong sleep; everything was hazy and blurred, and the moment you began to move everything started to ache. Your head was throbbing, and as you began to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, your stomach started to knot.

The last thing you remembered was the car, coming all too fast as you ran to push the little boy playing ball from his definite demise. You weren’t really thinking, but subconsciously you had hoped you had a chance of living. It was strange; you had a body, you felt sentient, yet you couldn’t tell if you were alive, per say. You had expected to wake up to the beeping of hospital monitors and the rustling of their stiff sheets. Even with the effects you were currently feeling, there was no way you would feel so okay without heavy medication.

“We’ll never get anywhere with her in this state,” a man sighed, his accent striking to you. What was it? Scottish? British? You heard a snap, and suddenly the haze was gone, your body now entirely able and well. You blinked a few times, pushing yourself up from the ground slowly, testing your limits.

“What the hell?” you asked yourself, looking down at your body to find no injuries, not even a scratch of road burn.

“You’re more correct than you realize,” the same voice taunted. Definitely British. Slowly, you raised your eyes to the owner of the accented tone, your heart skipping a beat at what you saw. He was shockingly intimidating, his eyes digging into your soul from over his glass of golden drink, you presumed alcohol. He sat on a thrown, red and black and intricately designed. He wore a suit, his crossed legs lifting up an extremely shiny shoe. You gulped as you finally let your eyes meet his, the intensity of his gaze staggering.

“What’s going on?” you murmured, rubbing your clammy hands on your legs. He smirked, setting down his drink on the stand beside him, slowly lifting from his seat and walking towards you. When he was just mere inches away and you were sure your heart was going to hop out of your chest, he stopped.

“You’ve been sent to Hell, love,” he divulged, his hands behind his back. “It’s where the naughty girls go.” You shook your head, looking around the room at what must’ve been his cronies.

“No, no, no,” you rushed, panicked. “There must be something wrong, I’ve tried so hard-“

He raised one of his hands, making you stop in your tracks. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something so damn daunting about him. It hit you in that moment, the reality of the situation.

“Wait,” you murmured, your breathing practically stopped. “Does that make you…Satan?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as if he was appalled.

“No, Luci is off gallivanting with the Winchesters. I’m much better.” He winked. You weren’t sure what most of his sentence meant, but you felt comforted that you weren’t speaking to the Devil himself. “I’m Crowley, King of Hell.” You were about to question the semantics, but he reached his hand out to one of his followers, a clipboard weighted with papers handed to him. He looked down at it, calling out a stranger’s name. He squinted at the words, looking back and forth from you to the paper.

“…that’s not me,” you inputted, relief flooding through you. “My name’s Y/n Y/l/n.” He shook his head, glaring at the man closest to him.

“What is this?” he hissed, his eyes blackening. Your heart dropped. The man stuttered.

“I-I don’t know sir, she came in just like the rest, everyone else has been correct today…”

Crowley growled under his breath, closing his eyes to think. He threw the clipboard back at the man’s chest, looking to you calmly.

“Well, I suppose you should start heading north,” he sighed.

“So, I’m dead, huh?” you said, laughing without humor. You rubbed your face, muttering to yourself. “I’m not ready to be dead, I have so much to do. I was just trying to save that boy I didn’t realize this was all going to happen. I mean who expects-“

“Shh,” he hummed, placing a finger on your lips. Your heartbeat fluttered once more. “I’m willing to create a sort of…compromise.” He raised an eyebrow.

"You're not supposed to make deals with the Devil," you said. He laughed at this, bringing a small smirk to your lips.

“Well good thing I’m no devil then.” He placed an arm around you, leading you towards a small wooden stool near his thrown. You sat down, thankful for the respite. “You’ve made quite the impression, I have to say…I like you.”

You blushed at the sentiment, feeling both pleased and ashamed. You had just seen his demon eyes, and yet here you were, pining over the supposed King of Hell. Could it get any more backward? But as he kneeled in front of you, you realized why he was so intimidating. It wasn't the throne, or the demon onlookers, or his position in Hell of all places; you found him sexy.

“So, what do you propose?” you whispered. He smiled at you, brushing a piece of hair from your face.

“Go on a date with me,” he said simply, his accent making the sentence even more charming. You squinted your eyes, suspicious of his intent.

“If this is a coy way of asking for sex the answer is a solid no-“

“No, no,” he defended, putting his hands up, his amusement at your distaste palpable. “Just an innocent little playdate, you and I.”

“Alright,” you nodded slowly, still unsure. “So, what am I getting?”

“Besides the night of your life?” he teased. “I’ll undo all this messiness. You’ll live to see your bland little life once more.”

“My life’s not bland-“ you began, quickly cutting yourself off. The King of Hell was offering you a very generous agreement, best not disrupt it. “It’s a deal.” He smiled, clapping his hands together.

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at six.” Another snap of his fingers and you were home, zapped into the room next to where your friends sat looking through your stuff, their crying sounding through the house. You looked in the mirror before stepping out to greet them. You looked disheveled and sickly, which was perfect. It would take a hell of a lot of explaining to clean up this mess.

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Six rolled around much too quick; it turned out to be a lot of work explaining how you, who was dead hours before, waltzed into your living room like nothing happened. You claimed amnesia; you figured it was better than witchcraft or insanity. You did manage to get dressed up in the time you had left though, putting on makeup, a dress, doing your hair, the whole nine yards. If a full-on suit was his day wear, you figured a night time date with him was practically ball gown worthy. You did wear comfortable shoes though; dying can take a lot out of a girl.

Your door bell rang at six o’clock sharp, your heart racing at the sound. You were sitting on your couch, trying to breathe deeply. You were going on a date with the charming, handsome, British, and extremely enticing King of Hell. No biggie.

You opened your door, instantly faced with Crowley looking…well, dashing. It was an unusual word for you, yet it just fit. His hair was gelled, his suit even more delicately tailored and perhaps even a little old-fashioned, the roses in his hand adding to the effect. He seemed to have speech taken from his as well, his eyes lighting up as he took you in. His eyes squinted as he smiled, an extremely endearing trait.

“You look…” he shook his head, trailing off. “Well, breathtaking.” You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you felt the heat rush to your face.

"Why thank you, you don't look too shabby yourself." He smirked, putting out his arm, prompting you to follow him. You linked your arm through his, gratefully accepting the flowers as he handed them to you. You closed the door behind you, double checking to make sure it was locked. He smirked at the action but made no comment. "So, where are we going?"

"Now, what fun would it be to tell you?" You scoffed but didn't push it. You weren't sure what the boundaries were with him, and you didn't plan on getting on his bad side. He escorted you to his car, and while you were no expert by any means, even you could tell it was out of most people's price range. Ruling Hell had to have some perks.

The car ride was silent, the only noise the sound of your heart thudding in your ears. You got so paranoid that he could hear it, you rolled down your window. Hair done or not, you really weren’t ready for your true feelings to be revealed to him. The windows were tinted so you could barely see out of them anyway, it was a nice relief to at least slightly see where you were being taken. He had promised there would be nothing inappropriate happening, but you still felt uneasy with putting all your faith in him. There was no way the ruler of Hell was entirely wholesome.

You saw bright neon lights in the distance as the car turned onto a graveled side road. The air felt heavy, slightly tacky even; you hoped that the date would take place indoors, as there seemed to be rain coming very soon. Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of a quaint square building adorned with bright lights and advertising posters. The largest of the lights flashed each letter individually.

S M A L L ‘ S J A Z Z C L U B

You whipped your head around to face Crowley, a smile growing on your lips. He looked encouraged at your expression and you could swear you saw a little blush, but it could’ve just been the flashing lights behind you.

“This is great,” you exclaimed, nodding quickly. “I’ve never been!’

"It's a ball," he winked. "Nothing too extravagant, though something told me that was the way you'd want." You nodded, thankful. You had imagined some sort of excessive party that would unavoidably exhaust and embarrass you in one way or another. This was much better, needless to say, and by the sight of the other women entering, you dressed accordingly. He exited from his side, rushing to get the door for you. You laughed, letting out a shy "thank you" under your breath. This was it, you were going on a date with Crowley. Something about the laughter coming from the building and the bright lights calmed all your nerves, leaving you just with a feeling of exhilarated zest. You heard distant thunder, as you began to walk in.

“Sounds like we made it in the nick of time,” Crowley commented, leading into the club, past the hostess after giving her a polite nod. You looked at him strangely, unsure. He continued to lead you deeper into the club, until you were in your own private corner booth, curtains draping at the back of the semi-circle seat. Crowley extended his arm, allowing you to sit first. You were shocked by the comfort of the seat, especially with the petite size of the place. It wasn’t often that places like these had anything but hard, wooden chairs. “Can you see the stage alright? I can rearrange if not.”

You smiled at his doting, nodding in affirmation.

“Yeah, actually I have a really good view.” The booths had been slightly elevated in the back, giving you the perfect spot to see every bit of the stage. Saxophones were leaned against seats, a large bass and drums planted next to each other, all tied together with a microphone in the middle. The place was extremely pleasant; it smelled of wine and incense, and the lighting was just dim enough to set a mood without blinding every customer. Crowley motioned over a waiter, ordering both your drinks at your request. It was a deep red wine, though it surprisingly wasn't too tart or burning; it tasted almost sweet and warmed you as you drank.

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking another sip. “For…everything. You didn’t have to do what you did I’m sure, and this is a small price to save my life.”

“Well, it can’t always be death and punishment. Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?” he purred, his voice deep and rough. Jesus, if his job was to tempt people over to the dark side, he was doing one hell of a job.

“When is the show supposed to start?” you asked, looking eagerly to the stage. You saw him smile in your peripheral.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased. “Once they get most of the meals out, I believe.” You rolled your eyes, causing him to laugh.

“Who cares if we eat,” you continued, enjoying his reaction. “I’d rather enjoy some jazz as I starve, thank you very much.”

“Maybe we should avoid another death, no?”

He shook his head, and you thanked the waiter as he put bread on the table. You both grabbed a piece, you nibbling at it mindlessly. He looked to you with squinted eyes, deep in thought. You set your bread down, resting your arms on the table to lean in towards him.

“What you thinking about?” you asked, feigning nonchalance.

“Just curious,” he prefaced. “How did you die? You don’t seem like the type to have a target on your back.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, definitely not. I ran out in front of a car-“ you began.

“That tends to do the trick,” he nodded, smirking at his own ornery remark.

"I wasn't finished," you insisted. "I was pushing a little boy out of the way."

“Ah, I see,” he murmured. “So, you enjoy playing the hero?”

“Well,” you shrugged. “I obviously don’t do it often, or you’d probably have seen me before this.” He nodded, the logic passing whatever he expected to hear. You thought for a moment, looking from your hands to him.

“What is it, love?” he pressed, his eyes never leaving yours. You blushed.

“Well,” you sighed. “I guess I’m just not sure what I can and can’t ask you. I definitely don’t want to…offend you.”

“Pissing off the King of Hell does seem unwise,” he agreed. “Though I doubt you would push me that far.”

“Well then, uh, I guess my first question is, well, what is Hell, exactly? What do you do to the people?” you asked tentatively.

“I’m sure you’re imagining the whole chains and torture devices, and there are some crevices left like that, but it’s mostly standing in a line now,” he stated simply. You blinked at him.

“…standing in a line? That’s Hell?”

"Can you imagine standing in a line for all eternity?" he quipped. You shrugged, weighing his words.

“But what about like, I don’t know, Hitler?”

“Love the originality, darling. There are plenty of evil bastards in history to choose,” he teased.

“Alright, Stalin, Napoleon, Hitler, all the big bad guys. Their punishment is just to stand in a line? That seems to…I don’t know. Fall a little flat?” you expressed, dissatisfied. He smirked.

“Don’t you worry dear,” he assured. “I have all the grossest bastards in a special corner of Hell. Their punishment is perhaps a little harsher than your average thief’s.” You smiled, feeling a strange comfort with that. You continued your interrogation endlessly, letting him also pick your meal as you had been too consumed in the conversation to peruse the menu. It wasn’t long before the meal came out (he had picked the most expensive meal on the menu, you later noticed) and the band started playing. You weren’t nearly as engrossed in the music as you were in Crowley. Thankfully, the music was the perfect volume to create some ambiance, but not force you to shout.

“Alright, so this might be a touchy subject,” you started. “But…what’s the deal with God? If there’s a Hell, then there’s gotta be a Heaven, which means there’s a God, right?”

He nodded. "There is a God, a bit of a wanker, a dead-beat dad at best if you ask me."

You grimaced, and of course, Crowley noticed.

“What, don’t appreciate the blasphemy?” he taunted. You shook your head, looking at your food very intently.

“No, no, not that religious just…don’t really wanna piss the big guy off, either,” you admitted.

“I suppose that also makes sense,” he relented. “Though there’s little need to worry, he’s not much of the strike down type. Half the time he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Mysterious ways and all, huh?” you joked, raising an eyebrow.

“You could say that,” he murmured, chewing in thought. He looked you up and down, smiling slightly as he set down his utensils. “Enough of the existentialist. Let’s talk about you.”

“Alright.” You laughed nervously. “What do you want to know?”

“All of it, everything there is to know,” he insisted. “The night is young, and I’m here to listen.”

And so, you told him everything you could think; your birthday, about your family, your favorite books and poets, what shows you watch, what shows you hate. He asked about your exes and you reluctantly even shared that. There was something about your relationship that seemed so…open. You supposed he had been alive for countless centuries, but it was more than that. It was as if you could tell him anything at all and he would eat it up, listening to you with wide eyes as he soaked in the information. It felt nice and undeniably sweet, though it seemed strange to associate the word with him. Despite his title, he had been nothing but sweet and gentlemanly, and he deserved the credit.

Too soon, your forks began scratching against empty plates and the band said its final goodbye. The light began to brighten and waiters rushed around to pick up the last of the plates. The night had ended, and too early for your taste, though you’d never admit it. Crowley begrudgingly stood up, extending an arm out to you.

“Seems the night is coming to a close. Shall we?” You nodded, blinking the tears from your eyes. How ridiculous, you’d just met the man and you were this upset at parting ways? Maybe you had too much wine. Or perhaps you just really, really, really liked the witty, charming, handsome, and extremely British man. The ladder was most likely.

The ride back to your house seemed shorter than it was before, which just figured. You weren’t ready to get out of his car that smelled deliciously of his cologne. You didn’t want to lose sight of his suited figure and watchful eyes. You’d miss the deep lilt of his voice when he spoke to you, much gentler than you’d seen him speak to anyone else.

You just weren’t ready for goodbye.

He walked you up to your front porch, both of you silent as you stood awkwardly in place. What was the protocol here? It wasn’t often that you dated demons, but you doubted that it was the wisest choice. Who knew what would come of keeping in touch, or if his intentions were nearly as pure as he had been leading on.

“Crowley?” you murmured, clearing your throat.

“Yes, pet?” he responded earnestly.

“I know I’ve bombarded you tonight.” You smiled. “But can I ask just one more question?”

“Of course.” He took a step closer. “Anything.”

“Why did you ask for a date? You could have asked for anything. What did you get out of this?”

He looked away for a moment, nothing but the rustling of the trees making a noise. You heard the thunder from earlier, but much closer this time, and both of you watched as the dark clouds above moved closer and closer. He was quiet until tiny droplets began to fall, neither of you moving to avoid them.

“Do you really want to know, Y/n?” he whispered, his expression unsure.

“Yes,” you insisted without hesitation. He breathed deeply, taking his time, thinking through every word as he spoke.

"I've seen countless souls over the past centuries, sweetly good and deliciously bad, and yet all similar. Then there's you, all these years later. When they pushed you beneath my throne…well, I had a hard time holding myself together. Part of me was pleased to have you in Hell, at my constant bidding, but I knew it was unlikely you belonged there. Of course, I was right, I always am, yet there was no victory in this. I wanted you to stay; I wanted to stay with you. This little…agreement was the only way I could imagine that happening without turning you off. I knew my usual seduction would do little on you. So,” he finished, gesturing around him. “Here we are.”

“Crowley…” you began, unable to speak properly. There weren’t enough words, how could you ever express your feelings? Speaking just wouldn’t do it, but you could think of one thing that may just get the message across. Gently, you cupped his jaw, rubbing your thumb against the stubble of his beard. Incredibly slow, you leaned in to kiss him, his lips needy and ready once you connected yours to them. Tenderly, he grabbed at your waist, his hands sending shivers up your spine. The rain began to get stronger around you, making both of you slick and soaked, but neither of you cared. It was as though the world had turned off for a moment. He rubbed up and down your arms gently, just enjoying you. You felt him smirk into the kiss at the feeling of goosebumps. Eventually, you were the one to pull away, your breathing heavy. Crowley seemed barely winded.

“I suppose this means I’m not alone in the sentiment?” he retorted. You blushed, feeling a sense of uncertainty. Was this really the right thing?

“I-I really should get some sleep.” You cleared your throat. He nodded, taking a step back. You took out your keys, prompting him to walk off your porch towards his car.

“Thank you for a lovely night,” he whispered, getting out his own keys. When he was halfway down your walkway, you called to him.

“So, is this goodbye?” you called. He stopped, turning on his heels to face you. “I mean, like permanently?”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he stated calmly. There you both stood, the rain continuing to soak you, though neither of you budged as you thought over your next move. Who knew what the right thing was? King of Hell or not, you liked him, more than you had anyone in a long time. Someone had to rule the underworld, and you turned out to be lucky it was him. Even if you ended up being sent to Hell for this, at least you’d have him as company.

“Screw it,” you muttered under your breath. “C’mon, let’s go dry off.”

He smiled, walking back to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Lead the way,” he said, a sense of pride overcoming him. “I’m going wherever you are.”

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anxiousmoodlet · 5 years ago

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An Astrology CAS Legacy: Generation VI

♌ Eclipse 💖 Porrima Spica by @serindipitysims ♌

Eclipse found Virgo, and she was a rush of excitement in to the organised and precise berry’s little life. Together they found balance. They would share adventure, as well as a tidy home, and the meeting of those two worlds would bring about the birth of two children. Perfectly balanced.

Oberon 🤎 Azimuth

Vote for our Virgo heir HERE!

Gen V results below the cut!

Let’s all say a quiet RIP for Heliosphere, who didn’t get a single vote. Equinox was my favourite this gen, but I appreciate that Eclipse was the true Leo.

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #berry sweet sims #ts4mm #gorgons and heroes challenge #ts4 cas legacy #ts4 astrology legacy #serindipitysims #ts4 100 baby challenge #ts4 100bc #ts4 gorgons and heroes #100 Gorgons and Heroes

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shallowstories · 2 years ago

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The story of the chicken and the black snake

NOTES FOR LATER:

1. Fun substitution stories: It bears a lot of similarities to the story of Zeus and the stone substitution. Zeus was supposed to be killed soas not to challenge ranking deity, who kept eating and damning any and all rival gods to his cosmic belly. Cosmic kings eat their rivals and their children in order to grow in power. The goal is to damn them to food, to becoming sources OF power, not challenges TO power.

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2. Ineffective usurper God narratives: Cas tried to muster up "godly/creative" power by following the footsteps of cosmic paidophagy. By swallowing the Purgatorial souls and Leviathans, he became the black snake, and like all aggressive gods that try to entomb power by consuming others' children, he would arouse the mother's anger and fail.

The devilishly clever mother, knowing the usurper God is not efficiently boundless as she is, and is not strong enough Void, plants and incites a battle from within. This deception is typically wrought by enticing the predator to swallow poison (or a stone or a hardboiled egg), or by imbuing the children with secret strength to allow them to violently burst forth and overpower their father. So it was with Primordial Eve, hiding her her "bomb" from within, that would tear the inefficient God asunder.

Ergo, the Leviathans are the egg, Eve/Tiamat is the chicken, and Cas was the black snake in whose corpse the hidden children would feast upon. God overcome.

It's a cheeky reference to what Yahweh/or other culture hero god did to them, exploding and feasting upon the bodies of Leviathan as world nourishment to "create the world." Castiel's sundering is symbolically "Zeus as ineffective container" (or "Kronos as ineffective container"), bursting forth in an extremely violent reversal of Yahweh's original Leviathan victory. Cas can rouse chaos. But as "Heaven/Sky only," he cannot contain it.

This is because Cas is not a creator god, so in order to Wield Power of God, he must be facilitated by joining forces with Earth or other allies (Sam, Dean, Meg; later, Kelly Kline) in order to Complete the Circle. (When Cas turns his back on allies of Hell and Crowley, he effectively dooms himself.)

Cas "Heaven" cannot complete the circle "crown" alone. It is the Love and Healing, not War-making, that allows a more complete joining with his allies. (Image by LLA).

Interestingly, SPN 12x19 The Future (above GIF) is full of circle motifs because Jack is emerging into the Universe.

Jack, on the other hand, is much, much fuzzier in terms of his abilities. He's so strong that he embodies Both Modes (Earth AND Heaven, Human AND Angel). Jack is vast and boundless; Cas is not and never has been. That's why Jack is able to become God, but Cas is one-half-of-God/needing-allies, or else an ineffective solitary "culture hero" locked in eternal narrative of warfare without any real gains.

Castiel is more effective when he shares power/burdens and joins forces with his human family. (This manifests as, "support me and stand behind me 100%" VS "fight alongside me and don't be afraid to air your disagreements." It also manifests in the hiding of key details of the fights in order to "spare" them the burden of war's ugliness.)

Unfortunately, he tends to reach to share power with fellow angels on high, like Lucifer and Chuck, and that just leads to more of the same, ineffective "bright" wars. Ironically, it is his failing to share burdens (with his own rebel angels, Crowley, sometimes even Sam and Dean) that cause his most extreme losses.

Hell, Heaven, and Earth are most powerful when linked together; and they are weakest when ripped apart. Still, that isn't enough on its own, because they need to be linked together in peace, not isolation and aggression. (This is why Heaven, Earth, and Hell do not overcome Amara. Only choosing peace and reconciliation does. And yet, even that reconciliation is incomplete, because the light and the dark become too isolated from Heaven and Earth, cascading down into Lucifer's heartbreak and Dean's loss of Heaven in season 13's speech, "You said the earth would be fine, but it's not.")

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3. Cas as culture hero: We see more power struggles at play in season 15 when Cas returns to Purgatory, where Leviathan corpses are again linked to blossoming of godly power, specifically the power to take down God (reference to the Classic Chaoskampf). Corpses of Leviathan are symbolic of Yawheh's (El's) original victory.

In Supernatural, the Leviathan were defeated/banished by the uniting of Cas and Dean against them. This is why their reconciliation is a key component of defeating God. United, perhaps they can take down God. It's why in 15x09 The Trap's deleted scene/alternate future/victory, they arrive marching in tandem, with the specter of the Double Diamond casino representing their combined pragmaticism. (However, as with all war, even when you WIN, you LOSE.)

Another interesting thing about Purgatory, though, is that Tiamat/Eve does not appear to be hunting down Dean. She's hunting down Cas, for "killing her Alphas and predatorially swallowing [her children]." Cas is characterized within the landscape as "Bright" and "Orderly," the eternal threat to her chaotic children.

Cas's characteristics of being Awake and bringing both Narrative and Meaning to The Empty also make him an eternal threat to the Cosmic Void, the Shadow. Cas imposes Limits/Order/Rebellion on the boundless forces, but he is independent enough to be flexible (unlike Death/Billie/Dean who swung too close to Order at the end of the series). These qualities liken Cas to Order and Disorder, "the spanner in the works," and he functions as The Great Escapist, which likens him more closely to the culture hero. (Which is why to so many astute viewers, Cas feels like not just A Main Character, but The Main Character.) In bringing Cas to such high highs (Superman, puppet God, angelic warrior) and such low lows (object of ridicule and scorn and emasculation), and such a wise middle of the road (renewed faith and values, finding strength IN weakness), they've accidentally transformed him to true protagonist.

Ergo with respect to Eve/Tiamat and The Empty/Void, Castiel IS the real cosmic culture hero. (Sam and Dean are culture heroes in their own right, but of Earth, so they can be heroes when aided by God/Heaven/"Equalizer" favors).

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Jack is triparted God, the same as he represents Sam and Dean and Cas. He's also the egg and the chicken and the snake.

But when you try to be all things, as Dean tried to be all things (re: his conversation with Mary in season 12), you effectively became nothing. "It's not fair!"

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headspacedad · 3 years ago

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Sims 4 Were the Wolves pt. 2

So - when last we left our hero he had been VICIOUSLY bitten instead of being given a tuna casserole and was in the beginning throes of werebies.

also he was flirting up both the bartender and the librarian.

Well, Jason got home and the bartender was waiting for him and

like, dang, girl, I admire that the very first thing you did when dude trotted up was lay one on him despite all the foam but we may need to talk about your thirst levels at some point. Anyway - we’re going to go with the theory that she loves him at his worst and take this as a point in her favor.

Also a point in her favor, the librarian has called Jay twice now to ask his opinion on whether she should go on a date with someone else or not. That’s not dedicated foam kissing, missy!

Jay did end up with a really nice bite mark which was a nice story building touch.

so according to the bar tender, Kristopher was the one that gave her the recipe on how to make her werebies cure, so I spent way too much time talking to him, waiting for either a pie menu option or for him to just spill. All he wanted to do though was yammer on and on (and on) about how bad the other werewolf group was for not being socially responsible and that we didn’t want another ‘Greg incident’.

Also he mentioned something called ‘Fated’ where one werewolf Recognizes another werewolf (and you’ll only get that if you ever ElfQuested your ass a decade ago or so).

This is actually kind of a fun storytelling touch because its got all kinds of potential even if its not an enforced kind of thing. I like when EA gives us something to tell stories with that’s more than a 100 baby challenge.

Anyway, Kris was useless for cure ideas (and I’ve even picked a moon flower on the full moon so I did feel prepared) and after asking around to a few more weres with none of them realizing the guy foaming at the mouth asking about werewolfs might be looking for something specific, I finally moseyed off to the bar to see if my girl could hook me up.

Of course she had Jay’s back.

Luckily I’d saved before I asked because once you ask her she forks it over and your sim immediately chugs it like Pepcid AC. Since I didn’t really want to be cured, this was Bad. So we went back to the save point and didn’t ask.

Shortly after, the foaming went away but his arm started to glow red through his clothes.

and, several very ineffective meals after that:

we got full wolftoff.

so there’s Jason Todd in all his full furry glory. I did wander off to CAS and give him a bit of a brush off later on, but yeah. His road to werewolfdom is now complete.

So I’m off to explore and see what being a werewolf entails. Flaunting Jay’s new look, of course.

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intrepidolivia · 8 years ago

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Holding Out For A Hero

This is for @cas-is-my-hero‘s writing challenge. Which I am super late for because I suck (also because I had surgery, I admit).

My prompt was the song Holding Out For A Hero.

Pairing: CastielXOlivia (OC)

Warnings: Violence, torture, threats, cursing.

Summary: Captured by demons who want information, Olivia is in a bad situation and desperately needs a hero.

There was a serious problem inherent in forming attachments as a Hunter.

It was all too easy for an enemy to use your loved ones against you.

Olivia refused to tell the demons what they wanted to know. They demanded locations, plans, names… Some things she knew, others she didn’t. She didn’t bother to tell them which were which. She simply responded with suggestions to go fuck themselves. That didn’t go over well, of course.

She expected them to hurt her. After all, she had information they wanted. Most demons would leap at the chance to torture. They lived for it. Hell, they’d do it for the pure pleasure of hearing someone scream. That they didn’t do anything to her made her nervous. The three drew off into a knot of conversation, leaving her in the corner of the abandoned office they’d dragged her into, tied to a chair.

They’d taken her cell phone, and she cursed herself for not locking it. Particularly once they started going through her texts.

Chuckling, one of the four walked up, her phone in his hand. “So, little hunter’s got herself a boyfriend.” He smirked, turning the phone screen toward her.

It was her favorite picture of Castiel. Caught in a candid moment on one of their walks. They’d stopped to sit on a bench and watch the ducks swimming at the edge of a lake. It was endearing, how fascinated by nature the angel could be. As though every time he saw it from new eyes. His expression was intent, curious, the sun brightening his features, emphasizing his blue, blue eyes.

Olivia looked at the screen, and back to the demon. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Y’see, you seem like a tough cookie. I don’t doubt we could break you eventually, but we’re in a bit of a time crunch. So I’m thinking…” He turned the phone around, the flash blinding her momentarily. “We send a picture of you all trussed up to your pretty boy here, he comes running to save you, and we see how much we have to hurt him before you tell us what we want to know.”

She couldn’t find words for a moment. Did these low-tier rent-a-demons really think they could fight, much less subdue an angel? Then it occurred to her. They didn’t know.

“Wait,” she said, trying to make it sound convincing. “Leave him out of this.”

The demon chuckled, typing away on the screen. “And attach the picture… Yeah, I think pretty boy here will like this. Arrive at this address, alone, no police, we’ll slit her throat, blah blah blah…” He rolled his black eyes. “What kind of name is Cass anyhow?”

Olivia clenched her jaw. She was reasonably sure it would look like anger and not trying to stifle her relief. The demons would have sensed it if she’d prayed, and they’d have done something unspeakable to get her to stop, no doubt. But now, they had unwittingly called in the cavalry.

One of the others approached. She was the one that made Olivia most nervous. Quiet, intense, with a smile like a knife slash. She slinked around the one playing with her phone and put a fingertip to Olivia’s chin, lifting her face.

“Why don’t I soften her up a bit?” she purred.

“Why don’t you go back to hell?” Olivia countered.

The blow rattled her teeth and made her see stars. Demons always seemed stronger than their vessels ought to be. She didn’t know if it was because they were driving the shells past their limits, or something supernatural. Either way, when they hit you, it hurt like hell. It would have knocked the chair she was tied to over, but another of them steadied it.

She spit blood. No teeth seemed to be loosened, but she could feel her lip swelling. Looking up at the female demon, she saw the smile, saw the eagerness to cause pain. The next span of time was likely to be… unpleasant.

Her hero was coming. She just had to hold out long enough.

Hell, if she could keep their attention, they’d be even more surprised when a very angry angel appeared in their midst.

The woman grabbed Olivia’s hair, pulling her head back hard. “Is your pretty boy a hunter, too?”

“No, leave him out of this, please.” She gave a whimper to her voice. They wouldn’t expect what was coming. Castiel was strong, he was fast, and the less they thought of him before he arrived, the better.

The demons chuckled softly. She had the attention of all of them now. The three men drifted closer, apparently very interested in what the woman was doing.

“Don’t kill her, Rahab,” one said. “She has to be able to talk.”

Rahab snorted. “Don’t worry. I’ll leave the little bird able to sing.” She drew a sharp nail along Olivia’s jaw. “And able to see it when we play with her pretty boy.” She looked again at the picture on the phone. “Lovely blue eyes. I might keep them.”

Olivia yanked away. “Fuck you!”

It earned her another ear-ringing blow across the face.

It was possible he hadn’t gotten the text. She didn’t want to think about that. Sometimes he let his minutes lapse, or forgot to turn the phone on. Sometimes he was somewhere, doing something beyond mortal understanding, and beyond the reach of mere technology.

Unsatisfied, Rahab hit her again. Stars danced in her vision as pain exploded across her temple. He was coming. She had to believe he was coming for her. Text or no text.

Their first kiss came after a hunt. A cold night in the lonesome October, when she’d thought she wouldn’t walk away alive. It was a dangerous time for a hunt. It was the time of year that some things grew particularly strong.

One foolish mistake was often enough to end a hunter. She’d seen it happen, heard of it. But sooner or later, everyone screwed up. Everyone had the moment when one small error could bring everything crashing down.

She’d been lucky. She’d been more than lucky that someone was watching out for her. When she found herself fleeing through a storm in the woods at night, soaked and chilled to the bone, she was certain the creatures after her would rip her to shreds.

But then, he was there. Lightning split the night as her guardian angel spread his wings and waded into the fight. He had saved her life, and she’d kissed him in the rain and darkness, trembling against him with cold and relief.

Castiel would come for her. She could feel it.

By the time her vision cleared, Rahab had pulled out a knife. Olivia couldn’t be too much surprised. She’d figured that was coming. Demons loved their sharp objects after all. She shook her head, still a little dazed.

“Pretty boy better hurry up,” commented one of the others. “Rahab’s getting bored.”

Castiel was coming. “Yeah? I suggest knitting.” Olivia spat blood at the woman.

Being stabbed through the meaty part of the shoulder would not kill her, but it hurt like hell. Olivia couldn’t keep herself from screaming as the blade punctured her, clenching her teeth and trying to suck in quick breaths. Her hero was coming.

“That’s better,” Rahab purred. “I was getting sick of your chatter. I wonder if your man will scream so pretty.”

The pain as she twisted the blade was enormous. It was almost enough to distract her from the susurrus of wings and the figure behind the demon. Almost.

She grinned, taking a breath. “Why don’t you ask him.”

It was very quick.

The demons weren’t expecting someone in their midst. They certainly weren’t expecting an angel. The first died with a scream, Castiel’s hand clamped on his head, his soul, or whatever it was a demon had, blazing with light as he fell.

He was angry. She knew he would be. It was part of why she loved him; Castiel cared very deeply. People often quoted about the fury of hell, but tended to forget the first part of the quote. Heaven had rage.

Shadowed wings unfurled behind the trench-coated angel as he moved, swift and sure and brutal to impale the next demon on a silver spike. The third tried to run. He made it three steps before Castiel was in front of him, a hand slamming into his face, ripping demon and vessel apart.

Rahab was perhaps smarter than her companions. Olivia was helpless to stop her as she yanked the knife out of her arm, and put it to her throat. As the angel turned, eyes blazing with fury, the demon pressed the edge into her skin.

“Cass. I admit, you are not what I was expecting.” She sounded calm, almost amused. “Didn’t God drown the world because of this sort of… fraternization?”

Castiel didn’t move forward. His blue eyes drifted to meet Olivia’s, then back to the demon holding her hostage. “Let her go.”

Rahab hesitated, her hand tight on Olivia’s shoulder. “Are you sure? I could give you a helping hand here, angel. Make sure you don’t produce anything you aren’t supposed to, hmm?” The blade dug into Olivia’s throat, and she felt a trickle of blood slide down her neck.

He went very still. All but his eyes, meeting Olivia’s again. She saw the question there. The one the demon wouldn’t. The question the demon probably couldn’t even fathom. Do you trust me?

She gave him a tiny smile. After all, the answer was obvious. Always.

The Winchesters, in her opinion, never gave Castiel quite enough credit. Yes, he was an angel. His Grace gave him powers that were useful. He was also a warrior. When he needed to be, he was very fast, and very accurate.

She felt the silver blade strike more than she saw him throw it. A sudden spasm against her as it sunk into Rahab’s chest. The hand holding the knife to her throat went slack all at once as light blazed from the slain demon, who managed to stand a moment before the vessel realized it was dead.

Castiel was at her side in a heartbeat, tearing off the ropes that held her to the chair, his Grace suffusing her in a warm rush, healing her wounds as he pulled her into his arms.

“I am sorry. I came as quickly as I could…”

She looped her arms around his neck, kissing him. “I knew you would,” she said softly. “I needed a hero and here you are.”

#cas-is-my-hero 100 follower challenge #castiel #supernatural #fanfiction

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popcorn-hero · 5 years ago

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CH 291 Thoughts

So we already know at this point that the Hero Society is backwards and needs to be reconstructed. Reading further and further into the chapters, I started to think back on a show on Amazon “The Boys” where

“ most of the superheroes in the series' universe are corrupted by their celebrity status and often engage in reckless behavior, compromising the safety of the world.:”- Taken from Wikipidea on the premise of The Boys

Now the Boys is in no way, shape, or form 100% similar to the BNHA universe, but there are some themes that I think both point out.

Marketing and Branding and Public Perception.

Just as in The Boys, being a Hero is not only about status, its about a brand. In The Boys, the Seven (the main hero team in America) can be seen everywhere. I would provide screen shots, but I dont feel like it (lol)

They are on Cereal, Movies, soaps, sporting events,ect

The show highlights how being a Hero is not about saving lives, but its about maintaining a brand and good public ratings (sounds familiar)

Coming back to the image I posted, we see Hawks, Wash, Ryukyu, and other heroes (Im assuming) on billboards ads.

The fact that in the BnHA world, heroes have “Agencies” already sounds like some type of Nickelodeon casting. And that goes back to Stains point about the lack or “real heroes” nowadays. Its about being famous and reputation.

Moving on, I’m about to back track to something I said a few months ago

You then raise people to submit to this idea of what it means to be a good civilian and self-police. Legitimate Dominance as I mentioned before: Specifically, Socially legitimate dominance

According to sociologist and philosopher Max Weber, we have 3 types of authority

Charismatic: power based on the exceptional qualities of an individual, such as his or her heroism or sanctity

The heroes of the story

Traditional: power that is justified by a belief in long-standing customs

The government

Legal: based on the legality or acceptability of rules and laws that outline appropriate courses of action

“it is when we follow rules because we believe in the process, regardless of who is giving us the order. “

the civilians and the heroes

From the International Encyclopedia of the Social & Behavioral Sciences by James Wright he write he comments the following about Vilfredo Pareto

…..He [Pareto] argued that the elite class is maintained by the circulation of especially apt nonelites into the ruling group. Mosca takes a more sociological approach to the study of elites by emphasizing structural and organizational factors in the maintenance of elite classes, such as their superior organization and their control of resources.

Noneleites= the heroes: We know there is financial and political gain associated with being a hero (even more so when you are in the top percent)

The society that BNHA exist in creates an environment for people to be villains: ”Its as if they created the problem just to get credit for solving it”

The society creates an environment where it’s not abnormal to send children into high risk raid without experience of this kind:

The society creates an environment of the idolization or heroes and strips away independence on ones self.

I’m bringing that excerpt up in response to this

Here we ca see that “can’t you see-kun” is visibly in denial on the possible implication that a hero, his ideal, can be anything but just. Because we are taught that heroes are inherently good, and can only do good- we put our trust and faith in them, because we have been conditioned to perceive them as good.

And now to the last part

Yes, the damage is done. This whole arc is what I believe to be the catalyst to the reform the hero society, and even just being a civilian with a quirk. I think going forward, we might get more of the HPSC and how the students comes to terms with their roles/goals/and ambitions going forward

These are the next generation of Heroes entering a time where things might make a huge revolutionary turn. It is going to be this generation that has to restore societies faith and challenge the status quo thats been so far.

#bnha 291 #mha 291 #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #manga spoilers #bnha manga #bnha meta #mha meta #bnha analysis #mha analysis #popcorn-hero #bnha deku #bnha shoto #bnha bakugo #bnha dabi #i bet theres is a bunch of horrible grammar

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sadwriterdude-blog · 8 years ago

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cas is my hero 100 follower challenge

i'm doing the funeral one (number 10) so yeh. my pairing is destiel also congrats on 100 followers, @cas-is-my-hero i'm shit at titles Dean rode up to the local Kansas cemetery in the Impala, still harrowed by Sam's recent death. Dean climbed out of the car and walked towards the funeral service, head hunched down. He couldn't bear to look at his little brother, sitting all too peacefully in his coffin. The minister looked up, surprised. "Ah! It seems that Samuel's older brother has joined us. You were just in time. Do you want to say something before we lower the coffin?" Dean coughed, "Uh, yeah. Sammy was my brother. You can't replace that. And I'm gonna really miss the little guy, never riding in the Impala with me. Or drinking a beer. Or-," Dean had started to sniffle a bit, he couldn't stand to see his little brother being lowered into a grave. "I can't do this! I should've died first not him! And I should have cremated, but I can't, I just can't!" Dean finally broke down and fell to his knees. He felt a strong hand grip his shoulder from the behind. Dean rubbed his eyes. "C-Cas? Oh thank Chuck, it's you Cas, it's really you!" Dean embraced the angel with open arms. "It's going to be okay Dean. Sam's going to be okay." Dean looked up, eyes watering. "Y-you really think so Cas?" Cas, silent, leaned in for a kiss. Dean met the kids with a strong ferocity. "I love you, Cas." Cas just smiled through the kiss. "I love you too, Dean."

#cas-is-my-hero 100 follower challenge #sad dean #cri #sam is dead #cas is family #destiel #love #dean winchester #sam winchester #cas winchester

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An Astrology CAS Legacy: Generation VIII

♎ Latitude 💖 Spike Zodiac by @omixlith ♎

Latitude and Scorpio make a fierce couple. They are not entirely on the same page emotionally, but they love deeply and with animalistic passion. When they met, they were both swept from their feet, and it is that same spark that carries them through periods of misunderstanding. It’s a miracle they only had two children.

Ceres ❤️ Element

Vote for our Scorpio heir HERE!

Gen VII below the cut!

Honestly, I’m never putting one of their kids on a slide of their own again. They always win. Not that I minded, because Latitude is a cutie.

#ts4 #ts4 cas legacy #ts4 astrology legacy #ts4 berry sweet sims #ts4 berry sweet #ts4 berry #berry sweet sims #ts4mm #ts4 cas #ts4 gameplay #ts4 100 baby challenge #ts4 100bc #ts4 gorgons and heroes #gorgons and heroes challenge #100 Gorgons and Heroes

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thelastchair · 4 years ago

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Powder Magazine

(Written by Sam Cox - December 28, 2020)

Growing up in Montana, my winter free time was consumed by skiing. Big Sky was the destination when I was barely old enough to walk. Eventually we made the move to Bozeman and Bridger Bowl became my second home. During the early years, my family made the trek to a handful of Warren Miller movies when they were on tour in the fall and Snow Country was the magazine subscription that landed on the coffee table. I was vaguely aware of Jackson Hole, Snowbird and Squaw Valley and my father would occasionally regale me with tales of skiing (read Après) in Germany when he was in the Army. At some level, I already understood that there was something special about Bridger, but realistically, my sphere of outside influence was quite small. Christmas of 1989 turned my entire world upside down. My aunt and uncle are longtime Salt Lake City residents and Brighton skiers. Typically they would send a package each year with the customary cookies, toffee and a card. However, this year they sent two VHS tapes and a magazine - Ski Time, Blizzard of Aahhh’s and a copy of Powder. Things would never be the same for me. Scot Schmidt became my hero, Greg Stump was taking skiing into uncharted territory and above it all, Powder created an eloquent voice for our sport and was the fabric that held things together. Even at my young age, everything that I’d intuitively sensed before was distilled into a potent desire to devote myself to the simple pursuit of being a skier.

Johan Jonsson, Engelberg, Switzerland - Photo: Mattias Fredriksson/POWDER

Powder was founded in Sun Valley by the Moe brothers in 1972 as an annual portfolio of The Other Ski Experience. After several years of running the magazine, Jake and David Moe sold Powder to the owner of Surfer Magazine. A repurposed aircraft hangar in San Juan Capistrano became the new home of skiing’s most prestigious publication. Over time, there was an ebb and flow to the size of staff and cast of characters, each person leaving their unique mark. For decades Powder weathered corporate acquisitions, office relocations and the constant metamorphosis of the ski industry - never losing its voice, Powder remained the benchmark. It was a source of creativity, inspiration and a defacto annal of history. For many it was also a shining beacon, a glimpse into a world filled with deep turns and iconic destinations - even if this world could only be inhabited inside the constructs of your imagination.

My story and the impact Powder had on the direction I would take is hardly unique. The magazine left an indelible impression on countless skiers. When the news broke this fall that operations were being suspended indefinitely, a heartbroken community took to social media to pay homage to the magazine and how it changed their lives and in some cases, careers. This is my version of a tribute and it’s definitely not perfect. In order to gain some perspective, I reached out to former staff members - a collective I admire and respect. It’s an attempt to articulate the essence of Powder, capture its influence on the skiing landscape and give credit to the people who made it come to life.

Bernie Rosow, Mammoth Mountain, CA - Photo: Christian Pondella/POWDER

HANS LUDWIG - The Jaded Local

“Skiing has always been really tribal and one of the last vestiges of having an oral history. Powder was a unique concept, because they weren’t really concerned with the family market. They were just concerned about being really into skiing. Growing up in Colorado and skiing moguls, my coaches Robert and Roger were featured in the early Greg Stump films. Being in their orbit, I knew a little bit about skiing culture and what was going on out there, but didn’t have the whole picture. The Stump films resonated with me, but Ski/Skiing Magazines didn’t really do it for me. Powder was the door that opened things culturally, it was the only entry point before Blizzard of Aahhh’s.”

“Something that nobody gives Powder credit for, is sponsoring the Greg Stump, TGR and MSP movies and giving them full support right from their inception. It legitimized those companies and helped them become one of the catalysts for change and evolution in skiing. Ultimately this change would have happened, but at a much slower pace without the support of Powder. Getting support from Powder meant they’d weeded out the posers and kooks and what they were backing wasn’t something or someone that was “aspiring” they were a cut above.”

“Powder brought a lot of things into the mainstream, raised awareness and helped to legitimize them: Jean-Marc Boivin, Patrick Vallencant, Pierre Tardivel, telemarking, monoskiing, snowboarding, the JHAF, Chamonix, La Grave, Mikaela Shiffrin, fat skis pre McConkey, skiing in South America….the list goes on.”

“I had some rowdy trips with Powder. Writing “Lost In America,” I went Utah-Montana-Fernie-Banff-Revelstoke via pickup truck, only backcountry skiing and camping in the mud. It was a month plus. I did another month plus in Nevada, which was after back to back Jackson and Silverton. Total time was two plus months. That was fucked up, I was super loose after that whole thing. So many sketchy days with total strangers”

“People forget that Powder was around long before the advent of the fucking pro skier. Starting in 1996, the magazine was in the impact zone of the ski industrial complex. There is limited space for content each season. It was a challenge to balance the pressure coming from the athletes and brands to cover something that was going to make them money vs. staying true to the Moe brothers original intent and profiling an eccentric skier, a unique location or even fucking ski racing.”

Full Circle - Photo: MJ Carroll

KEITH CARLSEN - Editor

“When I was young, Ski/Skiing didn’t do anything for my spirit, but Powder lit me up. It ignited a passion in diehard skiers and gave them a voice and community. It was focused on the counter culture - the type of people who rearrange their lives to ski. This was in direct opposition to other magazines that were targeting rich people, trying to explain technique, sell condos or highlight the amenities at a ski area.”

“Skiing has always been my outlet and mechanism to get away from things in life. My two talents are writing and photography, so I enrolled at Western State with the direct goal of landing an internship at Powder. Even at 19, I had complete focus on the direction I wanted to take. If it didn’t work out, my backup plan was to be a ski bum. 48 hours after graduating, I was headed to southern California to live in my van and start my position at Powder. When the decision was made to close the magazine, it was really personal for me. Powder had provided me direction in life for the last 30 years and I needed some time to process it. In a way, it was almost like going to a funeral for a good friend - even though it’s gone, the magazine lives on in all of us and can never be taken away.”

“It was, and will always remain, one of my life’s greatest honors to serve as the editor-in-chief for Powder Magazine. It was literally a dream that came true. I’m so grateful for everyone who came before me and everyone who served after me. That opportunity opened literally hundreds of doors for me and continues to do so today. I owe the magazine a massive debt of gratitude. Every single editor was a warrior and fought for the title with their lives. They were doing double duty - not only from competition with other publications, but the internal struggle of budget cuts, staff reductions and trying to do more with less. Powder never belonged in the hands of a corporation. The magazine spoke to an impassioned community and never made sense to an accountant or on a ledger.”

Trevor Petersen, Mt. Serratus, BC - Photo: Scott Markewitz/POWDER

SIERRA SHAFER - Editor In Chief

“Powder celebrated everything that is good and pure in skiing. It highlighted the old school, the new and the irreverent. The magazine also called bullshit when they saw it. It was a checkpoint, a cultural barometer and an honest reflection on where skiing has been and where it’s going.”

“My involvement with Powder came completely out of left field. I was never an intern or established in the ski industry. My background was strictly in journalism, I was a skier living in Southern California and editing a newspaper. I knew that I wanted to get the fuck out of LA and Powder was that opportunity. It was a huge shift going from my job and life being completely separate to work becoming my life. Literally overnight, Powder became everything - friends, connections and part of my identity. It derailed my trajectory in the best possible way.”

Brad Holmes, Donner Pass, CA - Photo: Dave Norehad/POWDER

MATT HANSEN - Executive Editor

“Keith Carlsen was a man of ideas, he had tremendous vision and influence. He came up with the ideas for Powder Week and the Powder Awards in 2001. In some respects those two events saved the magazine.”

“Powder was the soul of skiing and kept the vibe, it changed people’s lives and inspired them to move to a ski town. As a writer I always wanted to think it was the stories that did that, but in truth it was the photography. Images of skiing truly became an art form, 100% thanks to Powder Magazine and Dave Reddick. Dave cultivated and mentored photographers, he was always searching for the unpredictable image from around the world and pressed the photographers to look at things from a different angle.”

“It sounds cliche, but writing a feature about Chamonix was the highlight for me. Sitting on the plane, things were absolutely unreal. I linked up with Nate Wallace and the whole experience from start to finish was out of my comfort zone. Ducking ropes to ski overhead pow on the Pas De Chèvre, walking out of the ice tunnel on a deserted Aiguille du Midi right as the clouds parted, late nights in town that were too fuzzy to recall. The energy of the place taught me a lot. I didn’t have a smartphone and there was no Instagram - I had time to write, observe, take notes and be present with who I was and with the experience. As a writer it didn’t get any better.”

“The true gift of working for Powder, was the once in a lifetime adventures that I wish I could have shared with my family, I was so lucky to have had those opportunities. It almost brought tears to me eyes.”

Peter Romaine, Jackson Hole, WY - Photo: Wade McKoy/POWDER

DAVE REDDICK - Director of Photography

“Just ski down there and take a photo of something, for cryin’ out loud!” “I’ve found that channeling McConkey has been keeping it in perspective. Powder’s been shuttered. That sucks. What doesn’t suck is the good times and the people that have shared the ride thus far and I’m just thankful to be one of them. There’s been some really kind sentiments from friends and colleagues, but this must be said - Every editor (especially the editors), every art director (I’ve driven them nuts), every publisher and sales associate, every photographer, writer, and intern, and all the others behind the scenes who’ve ever contributed their talents get equal share of acknowledgment for carrying the torch that is Powder Mag. There’s hundreds of us! No decision has ever been made in a vacuum. Always a collective. At our best, we’ve been a reflection of skiers everywhere and of one of the greatest experiences in the world. It’s that community, and that feeling, that is Powder. I’m not sure what’s next and I’m not afraid of change but” “There’s something really cool about being scared. I don’t know what!”

Scot Schmidt, Alaska - Photo: Chris Noble/POWDER

DEREK TAYLOR - Editor

“Powder was the first magazine dedicated to the experience and not trying to teach people how to ski. It was enthusiast media focused on the soul and culture. It’s also important to highlight the impact Powder had outside of skiing - today you have the Surfer’s Journal effect where every sport wants that type of publication. However, prior to their inception, everybody wanted a version of Powder.”

“Neil Stebbins and Steve Casimiro deserve a lot of credit for the magazine retaining its voice and staying true to the core group of skiers it represented.”

“Keith Carlsen is responsible for the idea behind Super Park. This was a time when skiing had just gone through a stale phase. There was a newfound energy in park skiing and younger generations, this event helped to rebrand Powder and solidify its goal of being all inclusive. Racing, powder, park, touring - it’s all just skiing.”

Joe Sagona, Mt. Baldy, CA - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

JOHNNY STIFTER - Editor In Chief

“What did Powder mean to me... Well, everything. As a reader and staffer, it inspired me and made me laugh. I learned about local cultures that felt far away and learned about far away cultures that didn’t feel foreign, if that makes sense.”

“But I cherished those late nights the most, making magazines with the small staff. Despite the deadline stress, I always felt so grateful to be working for this sacred institution and writing and editing for true skiers. We all just had so much damn fun. And it didn’t hurt meeting such passionate locals at hallowed places, like Aspen and Austria, that I once dreamed of visiting and skiing. The Powder culture is so inclusive and so fun, I never felt more alive.”

Doug Coombs, All Hail The King - Photo: Ace Kvale/POWDER

HEATHER HANSMAN - Online Editor

“Powder is a lifestyle and an interconnected circle of people. It’s about getting a job offer at Alta, opening your home to random strangers, locking your keys in your car and getting rescued by a friend you made on a trip years ago. Through the selfish activity of skiing, you can create a community of people you cherish and can depend on through highs and lows.”

Ashley Otte, Mike Wiegele Heli, BC - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

The contributions of so many talented individuals made the magazine possible. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who shared their experience at Powder with me. Also, I want to thank Porter Fox and David Page for crafting inspiring feature stories that I enjoyed immensely over the years.

After the reality set in that the final issue had arrived, a void was created for generations of skiers. I’ve been focused on being thankful for what we had, rather than sad it’s gone. It’s a challenging time for print media and I wholeheartedly advocate supporting the remaining titles in anyway you can. In a culture driven by a voracious appetite for mass media consumption and instant gratification - I cherish the ritual of waiting for a magazine to arrive, appreciating the effort that went into creating the content and being able to have that physical substance in my hand. Thanks for everything Powder, you are missed, but your spirit lives on.

Captain Powder - Photo: Gary Bigham/POWDER

#skiing #powder #last chair #powder magazine #the other ski experience #the skiers magazine

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archivingspn · 4 years ago

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TV Squad: “'Supernatural' Producer Ben Edlund On Cliffhangers, Castiel & His Return to Directing”

(...) We've had the epic -- if unseen -- civil war in Heaven as the backdrop this season, with a more personal story for Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) at the forefront, will you be attempting to balance the two tones again, or focusing on a specific plot? I think that every season our ideal is to create a sandwich and put Sam and Dean in the middle. [Laughs] So we'll probably do the same thing that we were trying to do originally -- there will be an overarching storyline. It's inevitable as time for them, from when they were first driving around and a ghost was a huge problem and a demon was an undeniable nightmare that they could barely contend with, and now, here they have to take out 12 angels or something and they're all, "Well, how exactly? Okay, let's go." They don't even hesitate.

I used to a play a role-playing game called Dungeons and Dragons, and that was about levels of experience; as you gained experience you were able to deal with much greater and far more kind of global creatures. They are the best hunters in the world, as they'd say, so, they have to hunt the biggest fish, as it were. But the other challenge is to try and make sure that you have a compelling story at the same time -- so we're back in the lab trying to put these atoms together again. (...) You seem to end up writing many of the Castiel-centric episodes: 'The Third Man,' 'On the Head of a Pin,' and now 'The Man Who Would Be King,' is that by accident or design? I mean, other people handle lots of the Cas (Misha Collins) stuff in the writer's room too, for sure -- it's in many hands. But ... he's a very trippy dude, he's an angel, he's from Heaven. And I tend to, in the room and in my scripts, be a little trippy [laughs]. So it's not anything that codifying or planned. But, for example, when we weren't 100 percent sure what the direction of episode 20 was, but we knew that a lot of it was going to be required in terms of the overall story, I just kept thinking in terms of like, it was time for him to be talking, it was time for him to reveal a lot of stuff. So much so, that I began to make the structure of the episode expand in his direction -- and then the direction was sort of his fractured, eternal viewpoint. [Note: as evidenced in the preview clip, Edlund made the decision to literally film portions of the episode from Castiel's point of view, with the character directly addressing the audience -- something that hasn't been attempted on the series before, but something that keeps with his penchant for breaking the fourth wall.]

I think that overall, we get along well, myself and the character of Cas. But it's more like it develops between us -- the other writers, myself, and the character of Cas. When it's time for me to pitch a story or for us to start working on the story I'm going to write, I might say the word "Castiel" four times more than other people say it. [Laughs] That just lends itself to where we end up.

It's becoming obvious that Castiel is on the road to hell, and it's paved with all of his good intentions -- how would you describe his arc in the last couple of episodes? Well, it isn't pleasant for him. I think we're doing well in that he is not a soft villain or a soft hero -- he is another one of our beloved characters pressed into a very, very terrible situation. I think we've been true to his character and I think it works. I don't know how descriptive that was!

That works! How is Castiel's bromance with Dean going to suffer after Dean finds out about his dealings with Crowley? Well, it's not the kind of thing you want to hear in one of those long distance marriages. [laughs] You know, in a way, I feel like Dean is the heart, in a lot of ways ... Well, both Sam and Dean are the heart of the show, but there's something about Dean that feels -- and it might be because Sam spent a lot of time soulless this season, dealing with those kind of hurtful issues of the returning soul and that kind of thing -- but it feels like Dean is more able to feel pain from the outside world right now, rather than from an internal struggle. Betrayal is a little hard for that poor chap. He's going to have to go and cry a little bit, not on the outside, but on the inside. (...) [source]

#2011-May #2011:May6TVSquad #*SMT #*destiel #*queerbaiting #*spn 6x20 #Ben Edlund #TV Squad #AOL TV

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madeyesaes · 5 years ago

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༄ ONCE UPON A TIME IN RPGEMBER ༉

... But I do nearly everything in one go.

Parce qu’être régulier n’est pas mon fort. Afficher davantage si par chance vous avez envie d’en savoir plus ! Challenge de @andthereisawoman & @wiisemary ♥ Déso, je fais un seul post, je veux pas trop spam.

J’ai dû refaire masse de fois parce que Tumblr aime courir sur mes nerfs avec ses bugs foireux.

#1 Quel est votre type de sujet rp favori ?

Hum... J’aime bien les gros rps dégoulinant de drama, à la limite du soap opera mais j’avoue que j’ai un faible pour les confrontations avec des paroles mielleuses et les gone wrong. Ces derniers englobent pleins de choses : d’une soirée banale qui tourne au cauchemar, d’un mec qui trébuche et enclenche une série de désastreuses aventures, d’une parole malheureuse, etc.

En vrai, ça dépend beaucoup du pitch de base et du partenaire. J’ai eu des partenaires qui m’ont fait aimer des styles de rp dans lesquels j’étais pas à l’aise et d’autres qui m’ont fait comprendre que c’est dur d’être sur la même page.

#2 Le métier, les études ou autre info d’un personnage qui vous a demandé le plus de recherches HRP

Dur de dire de tête, mais je pense la divination et la culture mongole. Pour cette dernière, je suis pas trop familier avec la Mongolie en général, je connais des bribes d’histoire mais j’avais jamais eu l’occasion de me pencher dessus. Comme dans tous les pays, il y a masse de facettes différentes et c’est difficile de tout bien saisir sur le sujet, mais mon personnage découvrait un peu en même temps que moi -donc je pouvais corriger les nuances que je saisissais pas à 100% au fur et à mesure.

Pour la divination, mon personnage était professeur et j’avais pas trop envie d’avoir l’air bête en donnant cours mdrr. J’improvisais un peu des fois, mais j’ai appris pas mal sur les différentes techniques et rituels partout dans le monde, même sans y croire.

Maintenant je pense aussi à la théologie, les dragons (oui), la médecine, etc.

#3. Lors du choix d'un nouvel avatar pour votre profil (la création hein, pas le faceclaim), comment le choisissez-vous ?

Je suis pas sûr de comprendre à 100% la question mais du coup, c’est assez classique : coller au design (comme j’ai pas des masses de ressources, le n&b est toujours apprécié) puis aller vers ce qui va le mieux au personnage. J’aime bien quand l’avatar est un peu travaillé, soit avec de belles typos ou une composition sympa. J’essaie d’accorder avec la signature et le reste du profil. Je change moins souvent qu’avant donc je fais plus gaffe.

#4. Votre meilleur souvenir en rpg ?

Alors, c’est assez dur de se souvenir et/ou de choisir. J’ai fait beaucoup de superbes rencontres, certains qui ont laissé un goût sacrément amer après d’autres qui sont présents encore aujourd’hui au quotidien. Je pense pas aller dans les détails, mais un qui me vient en tête est, ironiquement, quand j’ai quitté le staff d’Hungcalf. Zéro drama sur mon départ, juste besoin de lâcher prise et j’ai reçu tellement de soutiens et amour que j’ai, je l’avoue, un peu chialé.

#5. Votre mise en page préférée pour un rp ?

J’aime bien avoir une mise en page, un code assez simple avec une ou deux icons, ou un gif. Je suis plutôt dans les moodboard en ce moment d’ailleurs même si je passe trop de temps à en choisir un sdjfskdjf. Sinon, pour les rps de groupe, je suis plus blockquote tout simple. Trop de codes différents fait fouillis je pense, même dans les rps classique à deux ou trois je préfère quand tout le monde a le même code ou le même style.

#6. La (les) musique(s) qui vous inspire(nt) le plus pour écrire ?

J’ai des playlists par personnage, donc un peu long à montrer mdrr. J’alterne parfois et j’ai jamais un style fixe. Sinon j’ai au moins toujours un bruit de fond : vidéo youtube style podcast, les conversations des gens autour de moi ou un film au pif.

#7. Votre moment favori lors de la découverte d’un nouveau rpg ?

Trouver LA ligne dans les annexes qui te lance dans la conception du personnage. Souvent j’ai un style de perso en tête avant de lire le contexte, mais parfois je change du tout au tout en lisant les détails de l’univers et/ou des modalités de jeu. En revanche si je sens pas la communauté, c’est un très gros stop.

#8. Plutôt...création de personnage au fil de l’eau ou création quasi complète lors de la fiche ?

Ca dépend de l’univers et de pleins de chose haha. Mes fiches sont souvent longues et détaillées, mais mon personnage a toujours une très grande évolution malgré ça. Oui j’essaie, en tout cas la fiche est là pour lancer des pistes -j’essaie de plus les enfermer dans un boite comme je pouvais le faire avant.

#9. Votre réaction en un gif et quelques mots lors d’un rp plein de feels ?

(C’est pas vraiment ça mais je voulais caser ce gif quelque part) (Izuku best boy je veux rien entendre)

#10. Votre heure/moment d’écriture favori, là où l’inspiration vient sans se faire attendre ?

Au PIRE moment. Peu importe l’heure ou le lieu.

#11. Si votre personnage actuel était un moodboard ?

Argh, euh... Bon celui-ci correspond bien à un type de perso que j’aime beaucoup jouer : https://madeyesaes.tumblr.com/post/189061826436/icons-200200-madeyes-like-or-reblog-if

Oui c’est émo, lâchez moi avec ça.

#12. Comment relancez-vous la machine à inspiration lorsqu’elle n’est pas là ?

Attention les mots magiques : ça dépend. Parfois je rajoute une couche de dramas, des fois je pose l’affaire et fait autre chose, des fois je me force même si c’est une réponse bateau (ofc je préviens la personne avec qui je joue), etc. J’ai pas de recette miracle.

#13. Team campeur sur un seul forum à la fois ou réparti sur plusieurs ? Un personnage par forum ou plusieurs à un seul endroit ?

En ce moment campeur, pas le temps de m’intégrer autre part et j’suis pas à l’aise dans la commu rp. Avant je variais plus, mais ça va surement revenir.

#14. Si là demain, vous deviez créer un forum, ça serait sur quel thème ou quel contexte ?

TIENS C’EST MARRANT J’AI UN PROJET OU J’AI BESOIN D’AIDE : https://madeyesaes.tumblr.com/tagged/les-chants-de-l%27atlantide

(Sinon un forum my hero academia ce serait grave cool mais flemme d’être encore solo).

#15. Quelques uns de vos plus beaux titres de rp ? (Et par beaux, ça peut vouloir aussi dire loufoques ;))

Je sais plus, mais à peu près sur d’avoir eu “hein” ou “aie pas l’seum” dans le lot.

#16. Votre/vos derniers faceclaim(s) coup(s) de coeur ?

Vous avez cinq heures ? Mdrr. Il y en a que j’ai envie de jouer depuis masse de temps, d’autres qui vont et viennent... En vrai c’est souvent les graphs qui me font choisir ksdqjfkqf.

#17. Votre signature favorite / que vous avez le plus utilisé ? (Que ce soit code ou citation)

Une très simple avec une ou deux icons avec une citation de base et quelques lignes éventuellement ! J’ai bien quand il y a un dégradé dans le lot.

#18. L’envie / idée de personnage qui te traverse l’esprit en ce moment ?

Too much and they live in my head rent free. On a un prof blasé mais super protecteur, un p’tit con chasseur de fantôme, un moussaillon qui a le mal de mer mais une barbe de viking...

#19. Plutôt RPs longs ou courts ?

Quand c’est de l’action, commun ou un rp de “transition”, court, sinon je suis autour des +700 mots à +1000 mots quand on est dans du gros drama.

#20. Ton petit rituel quand tu te mets en tête de te majer ?

Zéro rituel, je vis dans l’instant. J’aime bien avoir une boisson chaude et être posé dans être emmerdé. Mais au bout de cinq minutes je suis distrait donc...

#21. Un de tes avatars favoris (création pas faceclaim) que tu as “porté” 75 ans ou simplement qui t’a tapé dans l’oeil et qui te donne envie de créer un personnage là tout de suite

ARGH. Me faite pas choisir.

#22. Comment fermez-vous un rp ? Team départ ou team cliffhanger qui laissent vos fans en attente ?

Team on va pas ramer cent sept ans. Donc ça dépend.

#23. Votre lien le plus wtf trouvé avec un·e corpgiste.

Un stalker qui est lui-même stalker par la personne qu’il stalk.

Sinon j’en ai eu d’autres mais je les ai pas en tête.

#Je ferai les derniers en 1 post aussi je pense #rpg #french rpg #challenge #flemme de tag

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#thesims4 #sims4challenge Through the Packs Challenge – By TheLisaBug This Challenge combines using just about all the packs and was inspired by the Legacy Challenge, Runaway Teen Challenge, Rags to Riches and the Not So Berry Challenge. In fact, this challenge was made with the Not So Berry Challenge in mind so much that it uses a lot of game play that the Not so Berry Challenge doesn't use and instead of different colored hair, eyes, etc. each generation has different clothing, house styles and walk styles! Therefore, whether or not you have done the Not So Berry Challenge will not matter. However, doing this Challenge after the Not So Berry Challenge would give you an even more full experience of The Sims 4!This challenge was made with YouTubers in mind to showcase the packs and help people learn what they would like to purchase and what they can do without. It would also be interesting to watch, especially during this time of isolation, I think!There are certain requirements for this challenge, however, with no set required amount of skills and no points to count, it is fun and stress-free as challenges go!

* if you don't own certain packs then make up your own stories and substitute the challenges as needed to what you see fit. If you don’t have a certain trait or lot trait for example, just make one that seems to fit with the story or challenges, skip entire generations if you need to do so*

General Rules: No cheats may be used.

You may use mods to enhance game play as far as story goes but the mods may not help with skills, careers or finance. That being said, MCC mod does help to not run out of townies, so it is recommended but it is not a must, since you can just restock the townies with gallery sims if you need to do so.Set Lifespan to Normal (Suggested). Making lifespan longer will make the challenge easier and more chill so do as you like :)

Start Generation 1 as a YA with 20,000 simoleons and no skills (a fresh sim). You may make this sim or get them from the gallery, but be aware that some gallery sims may have skills, careers and traits that would give them an advantage.

The Heir to the next generation is suggested to be the oldest child but you can change that if you want the heir to be the first female or youngest, etc.

Every Generation is supposed to complete their Aspiration/s and get to level 10 of their career by the time the heir becomes a YA as well as complete all other things listed. The two exceptions to this is for Generation 1, since Generation 2 moves out as a teen and Generation 2 where you must have at least a five star restaurant to complete your job by the time your child is a teen and you die when your heir is a teen.

There are no requirements as far as skill levels, but some of the things your sims will need to do require certain skills.

There are no points that you must count for this challenge, as it is meant to be free of stress and help you play parts of packs you may not have explored, fully, before and end up with your dream house in the end and a net worth of at least 1 Million simoleans (ie. House can be worth 400,000 and savings can be 600,000). See how well you can do!

You may age up your next generation Heir only if you have completed all your assignments. Generation 1 is the only generation that can participate in the lottery

Your spouse completing the tasks that are assigned do count for your challenge (ie. They can complete an aspiration that you need)

I recommend you turn Fame off in your settings, with the exception of Generation 8 where you will want fame to be on.

You must participate in all Holidays that come with the game at least once during the Challenge and you may add other holidays if you wish.

Each generation should take family photos (at least there should be a picture of each heir) and any collectibles or meaningful trinkets and pass them down through the generations (you must not sell anything that is passed down)

Each Generation moves to a different town and builds a specific style home as specified (you may use houses on the Gallery but make sure you can afford them)

Generation 1 – Strangerville Story: You always wanted to escape from your country and come to a land full of opportunity. After years of waiting, you are given a choice. The place you want to live needs more Military presence and there are not enough people willing to sign up. You have been promised full citizenship if you will join their military and “Defeat the Mother”. You always thirsted for an adventure, so you are willing to take this on full force. However, to combat all the pressure and anxiety you want to live in a small house and arrange flowers.

Traits: Erratic, Ambitious, Active

Career: Military (either branch)

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery

Clothing Style: Vintage

House Style: Trailer/Tiny home

Walk Style: Tough

Lot Traits: Child's Play, Dog Hangout, Bracing Breezes

You must be a sim who is able to get pregnant

- You have received a 20,000 Simoleon signing bonus

Build a trailer or tiny home that is no more than 100 tiles with the money given

Marry someone who helped you “Defeat the Mother” and have a child with them Have a baby, via an affair, to produce the second child with a Sage that you meet on a day trip to Glimmerbrook, but don't marry them or move them into the household (the purpose of having your heir be the spawn of a witch/warlock is for Generation 4 to have the Ancient Bloodline trait)

Defeat “The Mother” and become the Hero of Strangerville

Use the flower arranging table to make flower arrangements with all 7 different flowers (you can use candle making instead if you have eco lifestyle & make 7 different candles)

Take a stray dog into your family by the time the middle child becomes a toddler

Middle child has Independent trait as a toddler

The middle child must reach at least level 3 in all toddler skills before aging up

Have middle child (once they age into a child) have the Kleptomaniac trait, have them complete the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration and get responsibility characteristic high before becoming a teen

Middle child never finds any people they really consider good friends but they find that they consider the family dog their best friend Have 3 kids (the middle child must be biologically yours with the spellcaster Sage)

Have middle child take pictures of the their whole family and dog to get pictures for their future place (all heirs must do this and pass the photos down the generations)

Middle child runs away as a teenager the day after becoming a teenager and takes the family dog (if it is still alive. If not alive, take the urn or gravestone), the military medals (do this by placing medal case in inventory and then putting medal on the ground and then putting them into your middle child's inventory), some flower arrangements you like and at least one photo of the dog with them (you must use the cheat “FreeRealEstate on” to move into an empty lot as a homeless sim) to start Generation 2 Generation 2 – San Myshuno Story: As the middle child, you often felt left out. One of your parents was different than your siblings and you never had any good friends, besides the family dog. Also, the house was way too small for everyone! Plus, you think your parent and step parent are crazy with their talk of “Defeating the Mother”, which you think is nonsense, so you run away when you become a teen. Coming from a town where everyone was either government or oddballs (or both), you always dreamed of being around people that were more cultured, so you decided to live in the city with the dog who you grew up with. The problem is that you have no money for an apartment, so you will be homeless until you save up for one. You will do almost anything and I mean ANYTHING to save enough money to rent one – couch surf, steal, ask for money – anything. The only exception to this is to marry for money, since you will never get married in your life. You are used to going it alone.

Traits as a teen: Kleptomaniac, Snob, Foodie

Career: Earn money fast so you can Own a Restaurant or Bakery that you build (or get from the Gallery) in San Myshuno

Aspiration: City Native

Clothing Style: Chic

House Style: Apartment

Walk Style: Feminine

Lot Traits: Sunny Aspect, Home Studio, Natural Light

-Once you have purchased an easel, dog bowl, bed, toilet, shower, trash can, refrigerator, sink and saved up 1500 simoleons in savings then you may move to a starter apartment in the Spice District

- You can skip school or take vacation days but you must end up with an A grade and high responsibility in range for a trait by the time you age up to YA.

-Learn all city food recipes

-Collect all snow globes

- Have one dog that you took from your childhood home and when it dies you are too sad to ever get another dog

Do not have a child until adult and spent YA life living it up in the city and running your restaurant

Your toddler heir must have the fussy trait

Have at least 3 sims that you “try for baby” with on the same day so you don't know which one is the father/mother of the child that you end up having (if male make sure you select that you can get pregnant in CAS and if using mods make sure you are ovulating) Do not check to see if you are pregnant until after you hook up with the 3 sims (if you are still not pregnant then repeat this process until you are)

Never Marry

Have only one pregnancy (if you end up with more than one child then pick one for this challenge)Move into a bigger apartment in the Fashion District or Uptown worth at least 100,000 Simoleans while you are pregnant to make room for your child

Have a 5 star restaurant by the time you die

Paint 3 Masterpieces and put them on the wall in your apartment

Let your child have a pet rat

Have your child start researching Vampires on the computer and purchase and read Vampire Tomes in their spare time (you are too busy to even notice)

Die when your heir child is a teenager (you decide how, but maybe poorly cooked pufferfish? Restaurant fire?) but make sure you transfer all inherited medals, flower arrangements, photos, etc. to the household inventory. This starts Generation 3

Generation 3 – Forgotten Hollow Story: Your parent was so busy with the restaurant, living it up in the city and their painting that you would often sit alone in your room reading books about Vampirism. You were willingly turned into a vampire as a teenager after your parent died tragically when you were just a teen. You were scarred from this mentally and physically and never want to die. You want to live as a creature of the night and become very powerful.

Traits: Evil, Mean, Vegetarian

Career: Law

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Clothing Style: Rocker/Goth/Egirl/Eboy

House Style: Victorian

Walk Style: Creepy

Lot Traits: Creepy Crawlies, Mean Vibe, On a Dark Ley Line

Make the house creepy with spider webs, damage to the walls, etc.

Sell all the things you inherited, with the exception of the medals, family photos 3 Masterpieces, flowers, snow globes, your parent's urn or tombstone, etc. and start building a home in the style specified.

Sell the restaurant by going to the restaurant and clicking the icon next to the restaurant name called “restaurant settings” and there you will find an option to sell it in the lower left corner

Get in a fight

Have a dark themed at least 20,000 simoleon wedding

Collect postcards that your rat brings home from their travels

Have a Spooky Party or Costume Party and earn Gold Have a scar somewhere on your body from a fight you got into

Be turned into a Vampire as a teenager while you are still sad about your parent's death

Take your rat with you if it is still alive

Have at least one vampire child w/ ancient bloodline trait

Have teen get a part-time job

Toddler heir must have the Inquisitive Trait

Marry another vampire with the Good Vampire Aspiration and have them complete it (Caleb Vatore comes with the game or you can find one on the gallery or make your own)

Have an affair and get caught but make up with your spouse

After completing the Master Vampire Aspiration your spouse's influence to be good has made you a better Being. Change your traits of Evil and Mean to something nicer. You can also change the Mean Vibe lot trait to something else at this point. You must change your traits with the retraiting potion (not in CAS) or it will still act as if you have the other traits still.

Write 5 songs on the Napri Parlor Organ and License them

Be sure that your heir meets Father Winter and befriends him

When your oldest becomes a toddler you adopt a cat

When the heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 4

Generation 4 – Glimmerbrook Story: You grew up angry about the affair that happened with your parents and the fact that one of your parents was pretty mean for most of your life. The closest friend you had was Father Winter and you always felt a special bond with him due to your magical abilities. You have always been drawn to witchcraft from the Ancient Bloodline trait you inherited. You want to move to a place that accepts your eccentricities and lifestyle choices. You want to show your parents that you can be more powerful than they are.

Traits: Childish, Non-Commital, Genius

Career: Secret Agent

Aspiration: Spellcraft and Sorcery and Purveyor of Potions

Clothing Style: Boho

House Style: Cottage or Tudor

Walk Style: Swagger

Lot Traits: Breeding Ground, Gremlins, Science Lair

Take the family cat with you if it is still alive, postcards, rat (if alive) as well as the other things Gen 3 inherited

Find a cure for vampirism so you can become a spellcaster

own at least two cats of opposite sex and breed them at least once and keep all the kittens from the first litter. You may sell any kittens from any litters after that.

Get pregnant with Father Winter's baby (you can marry him or not) before you Woo Hoo with any other sims and, if you are female, you do this before you realize you are gay

Create at least 5 different potions to hand down to the next Generation

Make toddler heir have Angelic trait

Have at least one facial piercing

Be in an unconventional relationship with someone of the same sex and Marry them.

Complete both Aspirations (wife or hubby can do one and you the other for example)

When your heir becomes a teen they ask if you could perform the Rite of Dissolution on them because they wish to not be a spell caster and you do as they wish

When heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 5

Generation 5– Sulani Story: Growing up with all the cats and your parent's thirst for power, you just want to live a relaxing life free of pets. You believe animals should be wild and free – never owned. You want to become a beautiful Mermaid/man, make friends with the sea life and do some good in the world.

Traits: Good, Child of the Island, Child of the Ocean

Career: ConservationistAspiration: Beach Life

Clothing Style: Beachy/VSCO

House Style: Beachy on Stilts

Walk Style: Default

Lot Traits: Sunny Aspect, Quake Zone, On a Ley Line

- Take all inherited items from previous generations, photos, plus anything special your parents give you to display at your new home

Become a Mermaid/man

Save Sulani

Meet and Island Elemental, have a romantic relationship with him/her, ask them to move in and then have a baby with them and marry them. Your baby will inherit the Sulani Mana Trait from them.

Have a cool beach wedding worth at least 7,000 simoleons

Collect at least 7 treasures at the cave and complete the mural Have at least one child

Toddler heir must have Wild trait

When heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 6

Generation 6 – Oasis Springs Story: You were always so bored being at the beach all the time. You want some adventure in your life. You want to give your family adventurous vacations (away from the beach) that you never got to have.

Traits: Neat, Bookworm, Clumsy

Career: Education

Aspiration: Jungle Explorer and Archaeology Scholar

Clothing Style: Tomboy

House Style: Mediterranean

Walk Style: Bouncy

Lot Traits: Filthy, Teen Neighborhood, Romantic Aura

Collect all 9 Relics

Learn all Selvadorada recipes

Buy at least one memento from Selvadorada

Create at least two Totecallam Death Relics

- Find the treasure room in the TempleBecome friends with the Temple Guardian

Have at least 2 children

Toddler heir must have Clingy trait

Have toddler plays date/s so your heir meets their future spouse

Have 2 dogs

Have heir get married to someone they met at a toddler play date Stay in good standing with your partner

When heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 7 Generation 7 – Brindleton Bay Story: You loved going on vacation with your loving family and seeing all the animals. It made you an animal lover with so much love to give. You want to have a dog and a cat that resemble a wolf and cheetah like the ones you came across on your travels.

Traits: Dog Lover, Cat Lover, Slob

Career: Own a Vet Clinic

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Clothing Style: Street Style

House Style: Colonial

Walk Style: Perky

Lot Traits: Breeding Ground, Dog Friendly, Training Ground

Own one cat and one dog that resemble a cheetah and a wolf

Marry someone you met as a toddler

Train both pets fully

Heir toddler must have the Charmer trait

Collect 10 Different types of frogs ( you can breed them to complete this)

When heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 8

Generation 8 – Del Sol Valley Story: You always felt that the pets in the family were more important to your parents than you. You want to be the center of attention for a change! You want your name in lights!! You want the fame and the fortune!!! You also want to party like it's 2099!!!!

Traits: Self-absorbed, Clubber, Materialistic

Career: Actor/Actress

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Clothing Style: Sexy or Sophisticated

House Style: Contemporary and/or Modern

Walk Style: Snooty

Lot Traits: Convivial, Party Place, Celebrity Home Reach top level celebrity

Have a tiny purse dog

Receive at least one award

Make at least 75,000 Simoleons for your generation

Have at least one biological kid and two adopted kids from “foreign lands”

Change your birth name (just the first name) to something more star like.

Marry another Celebrity

Heir toddler must have the Silly trait

When heir reaches YA you and your spouse move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 9

Generation 9 – Willow Creek Story: Growing up in the limelight was hard on you. The paparazzi followed your family everywhere. You just want a simple life with as little people around as possible, besides close family and friends. You got to know some famous musicians and they inspired you to learn an instrument.

Traits: Loner, Gloomy, Music Lover

Career: Writer

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Clothing Style: Artsy

House Style: Craftsman

Walk Style: Sluggish

Lot Traits: Great Acoustics, Home Studio, Fast Internet

Write five songs

Marry someone who gave you a tip while playing an instrument on the street

Have at least 1 kid

Have one big dog

Have great relationships with your wife and kids

- Paint 5 bestsellersWrite 5 books

Choose one instrument to play exclusively

Toddler trait can be anything you choose

You have kid/s before your wedding

At your wedding, your spouse dies right after you say “I do” while your oldest is still a toddler. (without mods you just kill them after the wedding in a room with fire or murphy bed, etc. and pretend they died at the wedding so just end the wedding after the vows are exchanged)

Too sad to move on, you live the rest of your life without a partner.

Get 2 roommates after your spouse dies

When heir reaches YA you move to a starter house in the same neighborhood to downsize and give ½ of your money to them to start Generation 10

Generation 10 – Windenburg Story: Seeing your parent go through life without a partner and you with only one parent, you want to find the perfect partner and have a picture perfect life in every way.

Traits: Family-Orientated, Geek, Foodie

Career: Dream Career of choice

Aspiration: Academic and Leader of the Pack Or Your Choice

Clothing Style: Your Choice

House Style: Your Choice

Walk Style: Your Choice

Lot Traits: Child's Play, Good Schools, Great Soil

Get a Distinguished Degree at University for your desired career

Join the Order of Enchantment and be able to summon the sprites

Buy the 64x64 or 50x50 Lot to build your dream house

Have a 50,000 simolean dream wedding

Build a ServoHave the best club in town

Have 3 pets of any kind

Marry someone from your club

Have 3-5 Kids

Make sure the Grandchild lives with you along with their parents

- Make at least 5 Items for the home with the Knitting skill (I am assuming the Knitting Pack will be out by the time you get to this point) and complete one of the knitting aspirations

As an Elder, change your clothing to something more age appropriate OR be that “fun” grandparent that is totally embarrassing

Optional: Live to see at least one grandchild , knit them at least one onesie before they are born and teach them everything you know since this grandchild will become the one to move to Evergreen Harbor.

Optional Generation 11 – Evergreen Harbor Story: Growing up you had everything anyone could have ever asked for in life. You want to be free from the confines of a capitalist society and make your own way in life by your rules and truly be your own master. You want to purchase as little as possible. You hate consumerism.

Traits: Freegan, Green Fiend, Maker

Career: Freelance Crafter

Aspiration: Master Maker

Clothing Style: DIY or Makeshift (you can make a lot with knitting if you have that pack)

House Style: Container or Farmhouse

Walk Style: Your Choice

Lot Traits: Off-the-Grid, At least one other Eco lot trait and one other of your choice

Start with Zero simoleons

Dumpster dive for food and craft your own furniture as much as possible

If you choose to have pets they must be strays

Learn all crafting recipes on fabricator, candle maker, Fizzy Juice machine and woodworking bench

Get a lot of food and herbal remedies from your garden

Get decent at yoga and/or meditation and/or herbalism

Do not have your own kids, as you think this is wrong since there are so many kids that need homes in the world

If you want kids then make sure to adopt them and make them their own clothes by knitting

Furnish your house as much as you can with things you made yourself or found in a dumpster

The goal is to have a fully self-sustaining home for you and your family with a nice big garden

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Dodge This! | Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

| Prompt: Reader and Katsuki are the last two surviving players during dodgeball

Going above and beyond for a mere school game isn’t something that is common. Whether you win or lose, the game is just a game, right? Well, trying telling that to the competitive bunch at U.A High School. The last duo standing? Katsuki Bakugou was definitely expected. But you? Completely capable but definitely not expected. Are you going to dodge this or lose?

| Warning: Violence but not really, and cursing. Mentions of falling to the ground from a slightly high height (if that possibly triggers anyone).

| Word Count: 4,000+ (Sorry!)

Reader’s Quirk: Air Manipulation

How it works: Using their body and the air around them, the user is able to pretty much use the element to their advantage. For example, they are able to create winds, levitate, fly, and so on.

Drawback: Overuse can make them dizzy and breathless. User can pass out from exerting more than their body can handle. The manipulation can prove to be fatal for the user and/or others if the actions are not carefully handled.

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This was it. No one expected this to be the final line up. Katsuki versus Izuku? Highly expected. Katsuki versus Shouto? Also very expected. That, however, was definitely not the case, right now.

“Alright, the showdown that determines which team wins. Bakugou Katsuki against L/n F/n,” Mr.Aizawa calmly spoke. Cheers can be heard throughout the entire gym. No one in the class thought this is what the last round would be.

“I’m about to absolutely destroy your chance to win,” Katsuki snarled, tiny sparks emitted from his hand.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mumbled. How on Earth did I not get hit? I fought as best as I could but to survive to the last round was surprising.

“What did you say?” his brows were furrowed. The pair of red eyes were set on me, displaying a certain emotion. Not anger, but rather immense excitement to win. I shook my head in return.

“Good luck! Win for us, y/n!” Mina yelled from the gym bench. I turned around and offered a small, hesitant smile.

“We’re counting on you, Katsuki!” Denki called out waving his hand in the air.

I noticed how empty the rectangle was. No one besides Katsuki and I were standing. Everyone was out. As if it weren’t obvious already, it hit me. Oh no. I’m alone fighting this lunatic. A lunatic that I had an odd fondness for.

Why did it come down to this? Why did it have to end up with only him and me?

-EARLIER-

“Okay, class. Settle down. As usual, you are free to use your quirk. However, be aware that this is not a life and death situation. Do not to harm one another for any reason other than what is appropriate for the game, otherwise, you will be eliminated. The assignment will be graded based on participation. You all will be split between the two groups. For the assignment, the losing team will get 50 points while the winning team will get 100 points,” Mr. Aizawa looked tired, as usual. Hmm... I did hear that he stayed up trying to prepare papers for a future assignment. The class was quite excited because it has been a while since we got to do these activities. As usual, we wore our hero attire to use our powers to the best of our abilities. I sigh as I pull up my pants for the ninth time.

“Heck, yeah!” Denki yells out startling a few others around him.

“Group A will be on the right side of the line. Group B will be on the left side. After you hear your name, go stand on the correct side,” Mr. Aizawa pointed at the middle of the humongous gym.

“Group A consists of Bakugou, Iida, Asui, Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami, Shoji, Kagakure, Yaoyorozu, Aoyama, and Kaminari. Group B consists of Midoriya, L/N, Todoroki, Sero, Jiro, Sato, Mineta, Ashido, Kirishima, and Uraraka,” chattering can be heard throughout the gym. Both groups motivated to defeat the other.

“Damn, looks like I’m an enemy this time, huh?” Eijiro smiles towards Katsuki, only to ‘tch’ in return. Hm, now that I think about it. Eijiro and Katsuki rarely worked against each other.

“Don’t expect me to hold back,” he replied glaring at the entire opposing group.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” the class settled down after hearing the teacher’s voice once again.

“There will be two rounds. The first round will be a normal group effort. However, the second round is one on one. The second round will only begin once each group has a single surviving player,” as soon as those few sentences left Mr. Aizawa's mouth, many were left confused. What are the chances of there only being one on each team?

“You must be wondering, how that is possible, right?” the class collective nods in return.

“Well, there are chances of two or more against one. I am taking that into account. In those situations, to make the game easier, I’ve decided that any balls that hit the single player competing against two or more players will not be counted. Does that make sense?” Mr. Aizawa tried to make the instructions as short and clear as possible.

“Also, the last person to survive in each group receives an extra 50 points. In short, you should play to survive until the last round,” those two sentences were enough to make everyone consider their teams as individuals to defeat, indirectly that is.

Both groups had a new goal: save your group but with the intention to survive until the end.

Mr.Aizawa turned around to sit on the lowest bleacher row. He should take this time to sleep but I’m pretty sure he needs to monitor us. Once again, I reach down to pull up my pants.

“Ha, I’m gonna beat every single one of you until I’m the last to stand in here,” Katsuki challenged, pointing at the rectangle we all stood in.

“We’ll see about that,” Shouto responded, already preparing ice on his hand.

“Y/n!” Izuku called out with his left hand in the air. A hum leaves my mouth to indicate I’m paying attention.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too weird but I noticed you were having difficultly with your pants earlier. Are they a size too big?” he questions.

“Oh, yeah. I grabbed the wrong pair in a hurry. These are from the very first design so the size is incorrect,” I sigh. It’ll be hard to focus on the game if my pants keep slipping.

Izuku mumbled a little to himself before walking up to Momo on the opposite side. A small conversation continues between the two before Momo hands him a black object. Is that a-

“Here! Momo was able to create a belt for you!” he cheerily claimed.

“I... Thank you! You didn’t have to do that,” the belt lands in my hand. Rather than a normal belt, it was a long cloth-like belt that I’m able to tie down to adjust to my waist. Good thinking, Momo.

“Not a problem at all. It’d be hard to have fun if you had to focus on your pant uh... not falling. Since the experience counts, none of us should hesitate to move because of our outfit,” I smile at his kindness. Managing to gain Momo’s attention, I mouth a ‘thank you’ to which she happily nods.

“Deku! Quit playing around before the game even starts!” small explosions could be heard blasting out of Katsuki’s hands.

“Huh?” both Izuku and I claimed while we turned around to face him.

“Oh, I know. I wasn’t playing around Kacchan,” Izuku looked at him with determined eyes.

“Don’t expect me to hold back,” he continued. I could feel the energy running coursing his veins.

“You better not,” Katsuki turned his back to us before walking off.

“Quiet down. When I say go, you all are free to start,” Mr. Aizawa was sitting on the bench

“Ready? 3, 2, 1...”

“... Go,” Aizawa signaled the start of this round.

“Fucking die,” the glowing heat barely grazes my pants. I was stunned. One more foot and it could’ve burnt off. My pant isn’t fireproof like the rest of my outfit. I didn’t even get the chance to think before a ball flies towards my chest. I duck down while simultaneously grabbing the nearest red ball. Quickly! Think. Think!

I raise my arm launching the ball in the air. It lands about a foot from the left corner of the rectangle. Hm...

“Damn it. I missed,” I somewhat halfheartedly whined. Please work...

“Are you even trying?! Of course, you’ll miss if you throw it like that,” he flings another ball at me. However, this time it was on blazing with fire. Oh, heck no.

A grunt leaves my lips as I reverse the ball towards him. The gust of wind spirals the fire in the air. He easily dodges it with a light explosion. I levitate, with the air underneath me to support my feet. My ground wasn’t too far beneath me. My body standing two feet above the flooring. I pull five spheres towards myself before looking at where Katsuki was standing. This definitely won’t be easy. But I am not willing to lose. Easy. Don’t lose it. Concentrate.

I take a deep breath and launch two near his leg. One barely grazing him while the other was far left.

“Missed!” he snickered. Yeah, I missed. I looked down. An aimed look of disappointed pasted onto my face.

“Don’t be sad! You can do this!” Eijiro shouted from the bleachers with his toughened fist. As soon as I smile back at him, a red object zooms past my vision. I flinch back at the quick action.

“Focus. I want to win this with your full effort involved,” he looks straight up into my eyes. Is it that seriou- Well, yeah... It is.

“Same here, dude,” I respond while controlling the levitating spheres in the air. Not giving him the chance to pick up any more balls, I push the remaining three of mine towards his way. One floats past the left shoulder. Another flies above his head. The third paces beside his left knee.

“Missed again, floaty,” a chuckle leaves his lips. Floaty? Floaty??

A visible sign of confusion plants on my face. My eyes don’t leave the balls on the palm of his hands.

“I manipulate the air. Floating comes with it for free,” I swing to the left, avoiding the pair he aimed at my shoulder.

“Aimed too slow. Missed me,” I managed to return his words at him.

“Tsk. Not for too long,” both his arms rise. Two explosions take place, surrounding almost all exits possible. The heat fills up around me, leaving me in a vulnerable spot. I can’t see him or anything else. Look for an exit, dummy. There! For all I know, Katsuki could be waiting for me to get out to hit me out. However, I’ll regret not getting out when I had the chance. I lift off the ground, quickly flying out the right top patch that had a closing hole. Not making it entirely on time, my bottom right leg catches on fire. I place myself back on the ground, hissing as I feel the burning heat.

I blow the spreading fire away with small consecutive winds. The burnt cloth scent fills the area. My right leg is now visible. My pants are burnt an inch beneath my knee along with a section of the belt. Luckily, it did not fall apart. Not wanting to distract myself, my eyes search for the blonde boy. My attention sets on where Katsuki was standing - slightly ahead of the middle of his portion of the rectangle. Not yet.

“Try not to expose my lower body. I don’t want any comments from the guys. You know the ones I’m talking about,” I grabbed two balls with my hands and fling them at the blonde male. Hm. It’s okay. Continue.

“Idiot, you keep aiming too far away. Are you even trying to win? And I’m not a pervert, you know,” he angrily shoots out another ball encased in fire. My fingers rush to gain control of it. It flies past the middle line and glides far from him, landing at the right corner of the rectangle.

“Dammit. I am trying. You’re fast so the aims miss.”

“And I know that you aren’t,” I bend my knees to lower myself but didn’t properly grab another ball while talking.

Noticing my mistake, Katsuki grins and throws the ball in his hand towards me with bare brute strength. My eyes widen in shock but I crawled backward from my position. The ball soars straight past where my figure previously was. If I stayed there, I would have crashed flat onto the ground. My heart hammers against my chest at how close and dangerously fast that was. A furious grunt escapes from his mouth.

Pushing myself up, I lift off the floor to place myself higher than him. The cool air brushes against my body. It felt incredible after the amount of physically exhausting actions taken.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” he smirks before aiming three consecutive red balls at my leg. Luckily, my reflexes kicked in quickly enough. I successfully lift myself above all three aims. To avoid any contact I jump higher and higher in the air. To avoid any misses he fires faster and faster. Both of us were ready to fight it out till the end. The same actions of rising and aiming continued a little longer for our separate benefit. It might be a mere game but that’s why it’s fun to make it crazy, right?

Similar to the beginning, I rise five balls and place them near me in the air. I blast all quintet of them in a spiral. Katsuki blasts himself to the right, easily skipping away from every single one. I groan, disappointed at the scene.

“Take this!” he sneers loudly boosting himself in the air and blasting the same amount of ball at my chest. I rise higher to the far right, setting another significant distance from the floor and I. Focusing too much on my placement, I barely noticed the four blazing red spheres heading towards me.

Before I can gain control of another proper footing, a second of dizziness blurs my vision. A gush of wind tickled my body. My body felt heavier and the ceiling looked further away. A single shout of my name from a familiar voice enters my ears. Katsuki? It was a beautifully scary few seconds of excitement. Sadly, it didn’t last long enough for me to catch myself. I harshly dropped down 10 feet onto the floor. Thud! A short scream emits my throat. My voice echoes throughout the wide room. Everything stilled for a second. Katsuki, the class, and Mr.Aizawa frozen at my sprawled body.

The class collectively shouts my name, shocked at my dangerous fall.

“Do we need to stop here?” Mr.Aizawa called out, sounding slightly worried about any broken bones.

“No!” I hastily grunt out. Painful thumps course through my body. Luckily, I don’t feel any actual damage.

“I’m fine. Just lost my step there,” jumping back onto my feet I prepared myself for the hectic game.

“You good there?” Katsuki looked serious. The pair of red eyes bored right into my figure. Was it at the game or my fall? Nope, that’s just him. I nod to reassure my safety.

“There were many horrible falls I’ve experienced. This is just an addition to my collection.”

After rolling my shoulders, I reach out for the red ball to my side. For now, I need to take a break from my quirk. Otherwise, it’ll be hard to complete important movements.

“Alright then, get ready,” sparks form on his hands as he rises above me. Once again, he blinds my field of vision with an explosion. I turn my head, my arms in front of me, trying to avoid. Not wanting any surprise hits, I ran randomly on my side of the rectangle.

“Running is the only choice, huh?”

He looks down at me, setting a fiery explosion in front of me while simultaneously hurling a ball at me. His entrapment was almost successful. I step forward, my back inches away from striking me. Running back and away from the blaze, I sling the ball at his legs. It flies between his legs, landing a few feet behind him.

Setting himself down, he grabs another ball and blasts it towards me at high speed. I flinched and sway to the side. With a successful attempt in grabbing the nearest rubber ball, I project it on his right side. This is fine. This is enough. Right?

At this point, I stopped running and tried to catch my breath. My arms bent and my hands resting above my knees. It’s only been 15 minutes yet it felt like an hour.

“What? Tired?” he mocked on his feet.

“No, not really,” I was on-guard, prepared to dodge anything that comes my way.

“But you might be,” my smile causes him to frown in confusion.

Ignoring my words, he blasts fire with his right arm. A hiss leaves my lips as I feel the intense heat, especially near my naked leg. I step further away from the middle boundary that separates us. Katsuki foolishly steps forward, ready to shoot continuous pockets of blazing rubber balls. This is it. He is where I wanted him. One foot closer to the middle line could’ve made this easier but this is good. A small chuckle left my lips. I’ve been waiting for you to stand there, Katsuki.

I raise my arms, quietly raising all the balls I’ve purposely landed on all sides of the rectangle. Each attacked I “missed” was made to fool. To fool everyone so even Katsuki ignored the fact that there were seventeen balls placed behind him in various positions. My silent trap to capture the fuming dragon.

Admittedly, this could’ve flopped immediately if there weren’t so many balls surrounding me. I made sure to leave many of them around me so my actions weren’t obvious. Luckily, my acts of disappointment from “missing” seemed to have helped.

Once again, I float into the air creating further distance between the two of us. A safety step to ensure I do not get blasted and knocked out by any explosions. My vision was clear, all the red balls were where I can see them. All positioned pretty much where I wanted them.

“Great game, Katsuki!” I say. Our expressions begin to contrast a great amount. My face shows satisfaction, delight, and hopefulness. Katsuki’s face shows confusion, frustration, and fury.

Lifting a spare single ball near his side, I rapidly tug the ball towards him. He swiftly turns sideways blasting at the decoy. I smile at the false trap I placed him in. Luring him in, grabbing his attention away from the official entrapment, and then closing all possible exits. That’s how I wanted to beat the strong and intelligent male in front of me.

“Got ya,” this time I actually lift all seventeen balls into the air. Some high in the air and some low to the ground. Some close by and some far to the sides. A surge of energy, nervousness, and excitement travels through my veins. My heart beating rapidly, wishing this trick successfully works. The fuming dragon stepped into the snare himself, not acknowledging that I had the rope in my hand the entire time.

“Sorry!” I shout out, once again grabbing his attention.

“Try and dodge this!”

As soon as I reach my hand out, grabbing “strings” in the air, realization strikes him. It strikes him a second too late. One by one, hit by hit, the red spheres crash onto his figure. Hitting his shoulders, arms, legs, back, and sides. Thumps of the fallen balls echo throughout the room. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump... Thump... Thump. The last red ball stops bouncing and that was it.

Silence.

No one speaks.

I felt breathless from the successful mission. Eye widened at the red spheres on the ground surrounding his body. I felt breathless at his intense red gaze. Surprise builds upon my face. It... It worked. Wait. Did I win?

“Y/n! You did it!” Izuku was the first to shout out in victory. His eyes gleaming with happiness. The rest of my group shouts out in glory. Rising from their seats, they make their way towards me.

“We won? You all, we won,” I tell them, shocked. It worked?

I quickly look at Mr.Aizawa, wanting to know it was a guaranteed win.

“Y/n representing Group B wins,” he calls out. Groans from the other team contrast the cheers of mine.

Mina and Kyoka tackle me into a hug, congratulating me on the group’s win, along with my win. It felt amazing to win. Especially winning against someone as strong and capable as Katsuki, it felt as if I were the luckiest person on Earth.

“I didn’t realize you had that plan up your sleeve until I noticed the placement of the balls. You even acted sad every time you’d miss so many of us got worried,” Izuku looked at me with his green sparkling eyes. Hm. I wonder who would’ve won if Izuku and Katsuki were to battle.

“Yeah, I decided to go with it shortly after the game started. I didn’t know what else to do so I took my chance. Didn’t think it would actually work though,” a small embarrassed chuckle.

“It’s good that you went along with your plan. It did work out and that’s what matters,” Shouto spoke out, standing behind the Izuku.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I smile at his comment. Our small celebration and conversation were cut short when Mr.Aizawa raised his hand to gain our attention.

“Everyone, go back to class. There are 15 minutes left but I have been called by the principal,” Mr.Aizawa said before heading out the door.

I turn around, looking for Katsuki but couldn’t find him. Is he okay? I hope it didn’t hurt him. Then, I managed to see Katsuki running after the teacher. Since we have lunch after this, I’ll try to check on him then. After all, we do sit a table or two away from each other.

The class slowly walks back to the room. Speaking away about the extreme and we just played. It was a basic participation grade, so none of us lost.

“Hey.” I turn back at the familiar voice. He was standing with his hand in his pocket.

“I asked Mr.Aizawa for permission to go to Recovery Girl. Follow me.”

“Huh? Why?” I was confused at the sudden requirement.

“You really don’t notice your bruises and the blood on your back?” he asked. I realized what he meant right when I touch my back. I hiss on impact, feeling the bruise and possible wound that could have formed from the fall.

“Oh, I guess the adrenaline got to me.”

He starts walking towards the nursing room and I tag along with him. A slightly awkward silence roams around us as we enter the destination.

“Are you okay?” he lifts his eyebrow at my question.

“Of course, I am. Other than the bruise I gave myself, the balls were completely harmless.”

“Oh, okay. That’s good,” I felt relieved to hear that he didn’t get any major injury.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this but be careful when you’re floating at a great height. So far, you didn’t get any major injuries. I can heal you as much as I can but you’ll have to learn to quickly re-activate your quirk when falling from blur and dizziness. It’s hard but once you learn that, you definitely will have another advantage to count on,” Recovery Girl hands me a pack of ice for my back. Sliding off the bed, Katsuki and I get ready to leave for lunch.

“Well, you’re both good to go. You’ll feel tired so make sure you get enough sleep today,” we both nod and thank her as we exit the door.

Katsuki walks next to me. Both of us were the only ones in the hallway. I turn my head to look at him. He looks back at me.

“Next time, if we play the game and you and I are left. Come at me with all you’ve got. I know I’ll beat you,” he grins.

“I was just lucky, this time,” I shrug. He frowns at my comment and halts.

“Bullshit. I’m not saying this to make you happy. You went along with a plan that suited your quirk and won. That’s that. If it was sheer luck, you wouldn’t have worked hard to make it work,” his words felt heavy and helpful.

“And besides, I already know I would win if it came to a real battle. Until then, keep improving, floaty. If you’re unhappy with the results, keep working. Though, I’ll keep rising so don’t think you’ll win against me.”

“O-oh. Well, thanks. I didn’t think you’d uh say that to me,” I respond. My neck felt hot from embarrassment. I hope nothing is noticeable.

“I didn’t have a big place to practice until I came here and moved into the dorms,“ Katsuki was attentively listening to what I had to say. I still felt nervous at his gaze but tried to compose myself.

“Well, practice and practice as much as you’d like. You’re trying to be a hero for a reason, right? You can’t count on luck to save people. You have to count on yourself,” he starts walking again.

“I know. Now, I’m practicing as much as I can. Whenever I can. Being a hero comes with a dangerous cost but you’ll just have to go for it. Save as many as you can. Save anyone who looks for help,” I say, unknowingly walking ahead of Katsuki.

“Oi!” he shouts and I turn around. He had a wild look on his face.

“Dodge this,” my eyes widen in confusion at the small ball in his hand. How? Where did he get that from?

“Wha-gh,” a weird sound leaves my throat as I bend down. My hand sticks out, stopping the ball mid-air. Deactivating the stop, the ball falls onto my hand.

“To improve your quirk’s re-activation, you’ll have to stay in the air longer, right?” I nod at his question.

“Well, practice that throughout the day. Try throwing a ball into the air, stop it in mid-air, fly after it, and continue that process while floating. This trick could be helpful when saving many people,” his voice sounded calm and soothing.

“Oh, thanks for the idea! But the only downside is possible injuries. I don’t want to break any bones. And I don’t have a trampoline or something soft to catch me,” I was slightly lost in thought before a small idea hits me.

“Um, if you don’t mind. Can you practice with me at times?” he only looked at me in return. I begin to panic a little bit.

“Well, you don’t have to. It’s just you have very quick reflexes and what not so it’ll be helpful for me. And-” before I can continue he cuts me off.

“Fine.”

“Huh?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I shake my head, my mind shocked that he agreed.

“Alright, come on. I don’t want to miss lunch because you’re taking too long to walk,” he walks faster than before. I scramble on my feet trying to catch up.

Before you knew it, you both began practicing together. Before you knew it, you fell harder for him.

Before he knew it, you both began walking together. Before he knew it, he fell for you.

But now you both secretly knew it, you’ve fallen for each other.

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14x04 watching notes

Happy Birthday, Davy!

Mittens just ominously warned me to warm up this notepad while I waited for the episode to finish downloading.

The nice guy from the phone provider has recently restored our internet after 4 days of radio silence from me, but it's only about 4'o clock on friday, so really some good timing!

Expectations: pre-mittens warning, Davy back on his nonsense with the scary episodes and expected nonsense of sinking back into MotW after mytharc but in capable hands because, you know, new writing team is aces and all.

post-mittens warning: idk but I should get a stuffed toy?

That's a suspicious amount of ghost lore.

Has Heaven started dumping the spirits out now and if it really IS a ghost it's not going to behave properly?

Oh my god it's a Hell Hazers poster.

There was something I would have talked about pre-episode but had no internet so didn't, but the focus on Dean and nerds and the expectation that this episode would be about a comic book store, did remind me of 9x07 and the action figure which was all "i clobber evil!" and was a strong Dean mirror, including that he needlessly burned it on the stove to try and get rid of the ghost of the mom but it turned out she needed to be talked into letting her son let her go in a scene which has all sorts of shades of Dean vs Mary in 12x22 now and also Dean's entire mark of cain arc was in the self-destruction of his self as an action figure that clobbered evil. A reminder that Dean is this figure seems fairly timely with him coming down from being possessed, as of course he has been used as an action figure. And his willingness to turn himself into one in 13x23 was very much turning himself into the Michael Sword, which in this cosmos is practically like the rarest collectible action figure of the universe. This harks back all the way to the first season and Dean's issues with John's control and the whole blunt little instrument arc, also something that fed directly into demon!Dean, and is being reflected this season in Nick, who murdered a guy with a hammer, after his family was murdered by a hammer, and said yes to Lucifer because of all that angst about hammer murder. Subtle.

Anyway, this is sort of the emotional background to me for action figures in the show.

A Hell Hazers poster also reminds us that Dean is a horror fan, his own connections to the genre, a CLASSIC episode, and a time when he was living his best life briefly.

You know, before he sold his soul for *waves at previous big paragraph* reasons

Fitting for how season 13 ended with Dean this close to happy world peace retirement living his best life :P

Awww the fake movie the MotW comes from is called All Saints Day. Davyyy :')

People I know who are born on like October SECOND consider themselves extra spooky halloween people. I can only imagine what it does, as a 23rd Oct. birthday person, to the psyche to actually be born ON it.

This episode's subtitle is just "Lol I have the best birthday, fuckers"

ACTUAL CLIP FROM 2x18!

And the fucking racist truck >.> Which in-universe was teased as another different movie using the footage in the trailer for Hell Hazers II.

My mum has that exact Wonder Woman figure

This guy is wearing a trenchcoat-featured jacket with a maroon t-shirt under it. I could not tell you what he represents but the trenchcoat part is amusing.

I can't *actually* start saying everything is party!Cas symbolism though so I'll just shush

Er this rando that people were saying was dressed like Sam from the promo images literally is called Sam, and she's wearing a very very loud checkered shirt, of course featuring a lot of orange. I'm guessing with that info it's next to impossible to say she ISN'T in some way a Sam parallel :P

Comic Book Guy is possibly caught in the middle of stealing an action figure, and I can't work out if he is just nervous about that or has a crush on Sam because his behaviour was so suspect, but from the promo scene where he looks a lil worse for the wear he talks about breaking up with his goth gf, and Sam is very clearly a nerd, not a goth.

(Goth nerds are things. The media will get there one day :P)

Oh okay after a few lines of the exchange, yeah this guy is a dick, I have NO clue why he's wearing that coat symbolism wise, and Sam really ought to fire him because wow, uncool and also he seems to be a stereotypical nerdbro gatekeeper who would literally rather scare off customers but be right than just enjoy what they all enjoy together.

Then he apologises for getting angry for saying he just gets spun out sometimes. Honestly, this seems to be crossing over into Dean territory considering the last thing from the recap was Dean being told he was like Michael by Bad Kaia and being really angry when he said he was nothing like him... He also used "spun out" about himself in 12x20 but in rather more tragic lost-Cas circumstances but obviously this parallel has a different lesson to tell than just making them equivalent. This guy is so awful and is using his anger in a petty way over things that don't really matter. He's getting spun out over made up battles rather than real angst, and whether he has his own underlying trauma that makes him behave that way or not, the straight white nerd is one of the secondary main villains of the century so far after the literal alt right, with some overlap of course. Think Kylo Ren as one of the dominant critiques of this behaviour :P Compared to the open of 8x11 for example, where the nerds were harmless weirdoes despite also being straight white and obsessive, the aggression and obsession are played not just as a harmless trait of people who like LARPing and collecting toys, but gatekeep, yell at kids over superman facts, and refuse to have their own dominance challenged.

Thinking he could fight superman might actually explain the Cas like jacket - it's too short to be a coat - that he idealises these heroes, is wearing Batman (who in pop culture most recently was around "v superman") and Cas of course has all his superman comparisons from both 6x20, and his rebirth in 12x01 where he came back to earth as a fiery comet and was immediately mistaken for a spaceman. There's some dark idolisation/mirroring here, that he's debating how to fight the guy (krytonite gloves = the BMoL knuckledusters) and at the same time mirroring the show's Superman in his dress. Only much, much lesser. More subtextual mockery about his weakness and how he doesn't really measure up.

I think in a lot of ways the discourse about nerds in pop culture is moving on now to make this difference clear, that the ones who will be mocked are the ones who deserve it for being too cruel to respect, while in many other ways the mainstreaming of nerd culture into pop culture, meaning a large amount of it is no longer mockable, that everyone had at least SOME nerdy indulgences, means that in general nerdom is more accepted and exalted than ever. SPN obviously having its own deep roots into nerd culture has some direct room for commentary here, and this is also a way of reminding its own fans to be cool and not to be this guy.

Oh, huh, he safely exited the shop. I did not see that coming.

LOL he has batman bedding on a fold out bed in either a shed, garage or basement where he lives.

(This detail was tragic in Attack the Block but it's quite clear in this case the guy is fully grown and is being used as a detail to show his forward progression in life)

Wow, you really have some rage issues here. Especially trying to wrangle free pizza i mean dude. Talk about a line that personifies him 100 different ways in one go :P Who shouts at their pizza delivery place?? They remember your number! This is how to get extra toppings.

Oh my god please get beaten to death by this lil guy

(I know I know he survives he's in the promo)

Is this like... haunted kidney episode... but better?

Actually, Fallen Idols plus Mannequin episode but better.

You know how we saw in the last new year? Watching Small Soldiers for the first time since like the 90s or whenever it came out

The show's animation is so much better

Than Small Soldiers and itself from past years

Oh DEAN

I mean he totally deserves a day off.

I can't believe he owns these socks. Who got them for him for Christmas?

Okay, well first we have to work out which was the last Christmas they had where they were not in prison or in an alternate dimension or dead or -

Cas. It was Cas.

He literally had no idea this wasn't just a cute commentary on how much Chinese take out Dean eats

Anyway as far as I can tell Dean is living out the bisexualdemondean header just to spite Michael for defiling his temple. He's filling it with noods and pizza (and I am sure he didn't yell at the delivery guy, but tipped him well instead for making drop offs at a shady street corner miles from where anyone lives)

Honestly it's been 12 years since Hell Hazers II... What took them so long

Dean's drunk a full thing of Margiekugle mom beer, which is a lil worrying just in terms of him using it instead of comfort from her like in 12x02, now that she's back.

God I want Dean to meet the asshole from the comic shop and for him to get into a dick measuring contest about Hell Hazers II and Dean to be like uh I WORKED on it you ass

Er, does that vending machine contain the nougat of choice of your consumptive son on the other side of the wall?

(who may be out with Cas concealing his consumption on a case so not bothered by all this TV noise)

God I love and have missed Dean, my trashy guy who is sitting hugging a pillow like a teen girl at a sleepover to watch his hatchetman slasher to celebrate being back to himself and get the much-needed R&R, since, you know, last time we saw him he threatened to "break" Kaia and was in a very very bad place (lol)

This guy about to get murdered for trying to snatch a nougat bar is dressed like the unfortunate bandmate (Tommy?) to Vincifer. Is this an oblique Ladyheart reference to set up a weird scenario where Hatchetman is punishing a Lucifer-adjacent asshole for trying to steal Nougat?

I can't believe there's a red exit sign behind him which means Wanek is Waneking in multiple dimensions at once

"Mint Condition" flashes up over Dean indulging in his pizza, saying, hey look it's our guy back in shape. Or, you know, ironically so. Either because Dean being Dean means eating junk food and wallowing because his husband has wandered off with the kid and isn't home to snuggle him while he does this mandatory bedrest, or because, of course, Dean is not Mint Condition at all. He's literally and emotionally scarred.

I am pretty sure this shirt that Sam has on is 12 years old.

Statistically, they're gonna get murdered in each and every one of their original Kripke era shirts until none of them are available to be murdered in later.

I say for no particular reason.

Leave Sam alone. He doesn't shave you mock him, he does shave, you... also mock him. He was doing really well while you were gone! No one got even slightly stabbed who didn't deserve it! This is an all-time record. A beard is a price to pay for that.

Honestly I think Dean is stoned but they're not going to say so but I am treating this scene like it is.

"I wanted to check up on you," Sam says, pulling over a chair. This is so like how he was in 14x01 when he was powering around the Bunker being the boss, and given Dean's been on bedrest, again, much-needed, Sam is treating him like another one of his charges, and once more is in a position of authority... But now, despite shaving to act like nothing has changed a bit more, he is the one in charge of Dean as one of his wards. Everything has changed. Your dynamic is actually wobbling in a weird way.

In season 10 when Dean was laid up with the Mark blues especially around 10x12, which this intro also reminds me of, re: Dean spending a week in his room and Sam popping in to check on him, Sam was still keeping a very wary eye on Dean more that he was a bomb that may explode, and that while he needed to be managed, the power dynamic was extremely, extremely horrifying in that if Sam messed up Dean would murder him. Not an ongoing implicit threat between them, but the knowledge that Dean could become a demon again and demon!Dean would attempt to kill Sam, and so Sam had better do his utmost to keep Dean in a good place. Even if it eventually meant a series of convoluted secrets to try and fix him against his wishes.

Obviously, things are different here. Sam has developed a LOT since then, with season 11 beginning a recovery of his character in tentative little steps which actually kicked off in season 12, and, specifically, in 12x04 under Davy Perez in American Nightmare heralding the new era of Sam focus and lovingly stroking his hair and lavishing him with Sam-sculpted episodes the like of which we hadn't seen all through Carver era.

Now when Sam comes into Dean's room and pulls up a chair and sits down to check up on him, he actually radiates a comfortable, competent authority to do so.

... however he is doing it in that pink shirt which I honestly love the concept of but just wish that I couldn't see Sam in 2x06 showing up in it for the first time, like, my brain is just screaming at him to go get a bunch more pink shirts and refresh his wardrobe

I'm so certain of it but now I have to check because 12 years is such a long time but

http://www.homeofthenutty.com/supernatural/screencaps/albums/SPN2x06/SPN_0060.jpg

Mittens yelled "OH MY GOD" when I sent her the link so I think I'm right

Like, conceptually in every way it's great because it's this long pink shirt that fits him well, fuck toxic masculinity, blah blah action heroes in pink shirts, love it love it love it, but also: it's another fucking plaid shirt Sam has owned since he was a gap-toothed child six years younger than Jack presents as

Dean is lacking his second bedside table, as he has been for seasons, but I'm just staring at him lying sideways on his bed, wondering about his set up, and if this is in any way similar to how he watched all those cowboy movies with Cas, since Davy, of course, was the one to suggest that they had been watching movies together.

"And... not that I'm complaining... House is full of strangers"

Yeah, we know you hate it, Dean. God, it's tragic. In a wonderful way. Sam's built this little empire for himself and it's on top of Dean's old nesting spot. Dean's been forced into his room not just to hide away because he's ashamed but because he doesn't want to be seen and there's too many strange eyes out there. However this resolves, it's going to force some growth. Honestly, as much as Dean loves this room and it means to us, it's also a bleak lonely spot and in the like 7 years they've had the Bunker, Dean's never hooked up in that bed, while it has come to be very much like, well... The bed of an angry nerd living in a basement still using Batman sheets. Again, dark parallels, but of Dean in a dark place.

I'd love if he moved out and got a house in the suburbs.

I mean.

Cas has a house in the suburbs.

(Re: long-running Lizzy watching notes in-jokes about where he stashes a bunch of stuff like demon tablets, first blades, metatron's grace, etc etc)

But yeah, no. I like the idea of Dean nesting, of course. But aside from the obvious conveniences, the Dean Cave, etc, there's no reason it HAS to be here except that this is their inheritance and it's safe. But as I constantly talk about with the library abutting the war room, the work/life balance is always in question and filling the Bunker with strangers is a great way to shove all the life balance out, and leave the only spot left of that to Dean in this room.

If the AU peeps don't all get sent home but remain at least in part a hunter community and maybe even network and grow as the Winchesters finally open up the Bunker's resources and share them and stop being all isolated like Carver era fiercely protected... Dean might have no choice but to move his nesting down the road to somewhere with a sofa where he can park his car out front, and choose to commute in to work.

Awww they have the "our lives are a scary movie" argument again, in a well-worn way. So well-worn this is repeating dialogue from somewhere or other... 2x18? 4x07? God I don't know, implicit in Sam's eyerolling at Halloween in 1x01? All of the above? I am not looking that up. But anyway their stances haven't moved, possibly because this is something that has never really been challenged before. If Sam didn't hate scary movies already, watching 18 hours of Hell Hazers II dailies probably did in any remaining sympathy he would have had towards them, while Dean thrived there.

I guess he may finally have had time to watch it?

And of course stay for the credits to see his name.

Anyway Dean has historically cited movies as research or job adjacent, or vicariously enjoyed watching monsters at work from the safe remove of a screen, while Sam throws it all in to that box where of course it goes to 1x01 where he's running away from ALL of it and has his oddly specific choices to avoid halloween in his day to day as Lawboy. He's struggled to indulge in the weird as a hobby, likes serial killers as, as far as we can diagnose, an outlet of darkness but purely human, and keeps the work/life balance in a rather unhealthy way of denial and boxing things away, because so much of his early seasons arcs were about resisting the life and refusing the call. This harks back to their literal first episode characterisations of Dean being all in and Sam being all out and it's interesting to have us back here in season 14, in a period of such deep reflection, when Sam has finally sort of accepted the life, found a niche in the work that suits him as the boss, and Dean is struggling now with retirement questions, and taking a week off, not liking his home full of strangers, etc etc.

"More Michael Monsters?" Dean asks immediately quick fire when Sam says he has a case.

He may have taken a week off to indulge in pizza but that obsession lurks under his skin. He's in no way done, though I think perhaps better prepared to enter this case than he had been, though of course he's billed as still struggling.

Dean also instantly recognises the Thundercats name, and I'm afraid it's something I'm just not familiar with, that I clearly missed some wave of it when I was younger and it hasn't come back around as an adult... I can't wait to read stuff by people who know more about it and say tragic things about Dean's connection to it. But the important thing here is the dark mirror to the guy who got beat up by the toy, because Dean is being shown as also an enthusiastic nerd who knows the franchise and is excited by this concept and is leaping into a case about it with a "strippers, Sammy. Finally!" level of enthusiasm.

Healthy nerds and unhealthy nerds. But at the same time, Dean might be a better nerd, but his anger last episode is still being examined through this guy.

I love that for Sam and Dean, dressing up for Halloween is dressing up like total nerds in a totally different pop culture way - the old appearance of geeks which is wildly outdated but damned if they aren't putting on pocket protectors anyway. It's a caricature but it's one that is at total odds with who they are as people... More of a traditional halloween thing where normally Sam and Dean are really scary people with weapons, so when you make them dress all topsy turvy, they dress like this instead. They ARE halloween costumes, in their day to day.

Dean continues watching in the shop, Sam eyes up the Red Hood.

I watched that a million years ago with no idea that Jensen was in it, though I had watched the first couple of seasons at that point. I think it was during my "aww the show was cancelled" phase where it was completely off my radar. It's hilarious to me now, because I don't think I COULD watch it, now I know Jensen's voice so disproportionately well. It would be so off-putting.

"She's like your twin."

Sam and Sam both tuck their hair behind their ears at the same moment.

"What are you talking about?"

So. This is going to be extremely subtle.

I hope New Sam survives the episode D:

Sam points out the other guy who people were saying based off the promo pics would be the Dean to this girl's Sam with no idea what was to come. He and Dean in this case are both eating lollipops purloined from the halloween candy.

I guess this guy in the All Saints Day t-shirt shares Dean's love of the same franchise, and seems to represent the bizarre venn diagram with Dean on one side and Andrew Dabb on the other. Their nerdy overlap.

I feel like Sam is just pointing out this character mirror to be an annoying sibling and wow do I love seeing them like this.

I also feel like there is no way Davy would do this if he wasn't about to troll the fuck out of us with these parallels in some terrifying meta way and pointing out that character parallels are a thing this blatantly is about to be Awful somehow.

The Red Hood is staring disapprovingly at them through all of this

Anyway of course Dean Parallel immediately recognises Dean's enthusiasm for Hatchetman and encourages him to press the button, which Dean does with glee. I CLOBBER EVIL. Wait no.

Sometimes we do bad things.

Oh dear.

Oh deeeeeeeeeeear.

Yeah, Hatchetman is like... idk, michael!Dean or something. Or some dark part of Dean where all his violence is and this twisted version is almost like the burned result of the I Clobber Evil hero being melted by Dean and - too meta, I am in pain.

"Vintage hot wheels!"

I know what you want because I have a smol 67 impala on my shelf. Nyoom.

He has an eeny weenie mystery machiney so he can make them race.

Okay guy who got beat up by a toy is called Stuart (I am so bad at names, honestly.)

Of course he got kicked out by his roomie for being insufferable about something as pointless as subs vs dubs, and Sam is already apologising for him before they even go meet him.

Considering there's 3 people working at the shop and Stuart had a trenchcoat, but is also being mirrored to Dean, darkly, I feel like there might be some serious shuffling going on here that surface level, Stuart had that Cas marker, but... yeah

Heeee Dean stealing the Flash mug and making Sam have the one with the cats all over it. One mug representing Stuart, one representing his mum.

I mean it is Sam's turn to have a relationship with THEIR mom this season. Idk if the mugs are actually symbolic over anything other than Dean living his best geek life right now.

I mean he's added the glasses to his ensemble, he's really living it up.

I hope he's still wearing Send Noods under this

Awww it's hot apple cider. What a good mom. This is a perfect halloween drink.

*Stuart Rage Sounds from below*

Wow this is subtle that he has some rage issues.

"Campbell and sons insurance" Hey remember when I said that this whole season's emotional set up with Sam's ownership of the AU peeps reminded me of season 6 and the Campbells? They also literally are the sons of Mary Campbell, so.

No lies, at least, with some serious stretching of the truth.

God, the detail that Dean has played Zelda.

He's being nerdy out loud constantly, and without much fear of judgement. It's wonderful. I guess he's been jostled up enough by Michael that he doesn't really care to hide this random pointless thing that in the grand scheme why should he be ashamed, and also he feels so much worse about other things that this is just an escape to have fun. It also reminds me of last season when he was mourning Cas except that this indulgence Sam is allowing him is co-sponsored by Dean and he's throwing himself into enjoying the smaller things and being more openly Dean-ish than he has in a while. Like, I don't think character comparisons to 8x11 for the nerds is the only way the episodes link :P

In 8x11 Dean's initial reaction to LARPing is that it looks awesome, then he corrects at a look from Sam to being more judgy. In 9x04 as scripted, Sam is surprised that Dean want to read Game of Thrones. So idk if that's just Robbie character interpretations since my 2 surface level examples are from his episodes or if that's just been where open nerdery has lived in past years, but anyway. Sam isn't stopping Dean from indulging in the same way - it seems he also recognises Dean's nerdiness and is less threatened by it than before, in the sense that he doesn't feel like Dean isn't acting himself, but now accepts the nerdiness is a part of Dean.

"Who needs goth girl drama" dude you are the most awful over-dramatic asshole on the show now Lucifer is dead

LOL he's trying to lie about being attacked by a toy now, and Dean points out that he got whooped so thoroughly he was beaten on the back and genitals - so yeah we look at his face and wiiiiince

"Lady you wasn't kidding."

"Big Bang in there..."

Goodness are we calling out the Big Bang theory for its toxic nerdery? Love it.

Sam and Dean halloween costumed as total nerds, still driving around in the Impala. The reverse of someone rolling up in a boring old modern car and, like, a bunch of Draculas get out.

Sam can shave off the beard but it can't stop him Bobby-ing

Dean side-eyes this

"Yeah, it was Riley, he'll be fine."

"I don't know who Riley is, but cool."

God, I am so into this whole dynamic.

Tell me more, Davy.

"So seriously, what is your deal with halloween?"

"I don't like it"

Dean, I am watching this episode on November 2nd, just so you know.

Anyway. This is literally. 1x01's opening adult Sam moment. But Dean's going back to poke Sam about it since he's someone Sam won't lie to in the same way that Sam was concealing his entire being from Jess. I mean this isn't subtle - in 1x01 Dean calls Sam out for doing this. But then, Sam doesn't exactly develop beyond it - in season 8 he does this with Amelia.

Because obviously if Sam is going to move forward and develop there's still things which are not addressed. And if Dean is having his idea of home and work challenged, and his nest disrupted until perhaps he will fly it... Sam has never ever actually addressed his work/life balance in the meaningful way where... like... this was how his difference was introduced when we first ever meet lil babby Sam smiling innocently at us on screen as a kid who has the whole future ahead of him and no idea what torment he's gonna go through. 14 years later, if he's ever going to be a grown up who can handle himself in a relationship and know what is work and what is life and how he can watch halloween movies and not feel personally offended by them but enjoy them as a fantasy and a way of boxing off their world into a safe place they don't have personal responsibility for...

Maybe he might just get a girlfriend who he can tell he is a hunter. Like. Dude. Dean was past that step before the show ever STARTED thanks to his time with Cassie.

Sam, also, metaphorically is an angry guy living in his mom's basement, but perhaps in a more metaphorical way where it's to do with living his whole life under the shadow of his mom horrifically dying as a result of the supernatural and being brought up feeling like a freak and just wanting to be normal and all

wheeee

Anyway Dean is probing for actual answers so I assume Davy will give us a solution to this this episode, but this is my take on it before we get into it properly.

Alternative hypothesis: Davy is personally offended that Sam doesn't like halloween despite it being the best holiday, is determined to fix that and fuck canon, characters can change even 14 years later.

"Don't give me this 'every day is halloween' crap because one it aint, we don't eat that much candy"

I have missed Dean and I love him with every fibre of my being, brb I need to vibrate out of existence at the sheer joy of knowing him

That was the worst "we aren't here staking out your house" move I have ever seen.

You are professionals who have been doing this together for 14 years

why was that so laughably bad?

The youtube comments are so cutting and a bunch of them are unfortunately true. It's self-awareness of using the loser nerd trope but also, cutting in a way because of course Stuart is coming across so much as someone who deserves it - and we're starting to see his mom is sweet and doesn't seem to have caused any trauma in a surface read, and that he was the one who dumped his online gf, and he starts other fights at work or with roomies, so this is getting more and more into territory where he seems fully to blame for his own situation, and therefore you CAN mock him for living in mom's basement, because he PUT himself there, and is single because he chose to be, and so on. The pervading sense that if he was a nicer person, none of this would be happening to him, right down to him stealing the toy in the first place.

Oh boy, the bloody handprint on the wall... We are back in handprint territory, and, you know, maybe because SOMEONE walking past it has been scarred on the wrong shoulder by the actions of an angel or something

There's a chinese take out carton on the shelf in this basement. I doubt it's a collectible.

Send noods.

Okay, that's sort of weird.

If the mom is in costume I don't get the reference. I hope someone else has handled that.

We're going to get her POV on her loser son now, I guess.

"Everything's fine :)" *leaves the room* "everything is not fine!"

Are we calling them out for using "fine" so loosely again too huh?

(Side note: Jack saying he's fine while consumptive, and yeah I am still upset about that. What are you doing to the boy????)

Dean and Sam split up and as Sam walks off a nurse eyes him up and smiles. No idea how intentional that was but I mean, can you blame her? :P

You know, I don't know anything about this franchise, but Sam just jumped to see a toy of a guy who looks weirdly similar to the vampires that ATE HIM a few weeks ago.

He checks over his shoulder in case Dean manifested at his side just in time to see that

Awww Dean and New Dean meet. "he must have awesome insurance"

He calls Stuart's mom "Babs" which is hilarious. They seem close.

New Dean has issues with his dad and Stuart lets him crash with him no questions asked. I suppose Dean isn't going to think too hard about how Sam's choice for his parallel has issues with his dad.

This forgiveness for Stuart's behaviour because he's kind to his own people is a very TFW trait, which makes New Dean more like Sam or Cas forgiving Dean his outbursts, as he's by far the ragiest of them, with Cas trailing in second and Sam the zen fucking master.

Lol Dean and New Dean are both dragged into the room to watch All Saints Day 3 like they're being pulled in on a line

Oh dear, they're bonding.

Davy isn't usually on top of these things but he's channeling a lot of Edlund today and Edlund always had these sort of guys like Andy or Aaron who are so Dean's type in a harmless shared interests and getting stoned together way. This is a bit extreme with the guy's tininess and scruffiness but you know, we'll see how this develops, if it's an accidental twins or a missed connections soulmate dealio.

... You're taking to someone who's still bitter that Andy and Dean would have been perfect together, so.

Also this New Dean guy is demonstrating how to be a Good Fan - he may be as intensely nerdy as Stuart, but he and Dean can compare movies and even though they don't share a favourite, agree that the whole series is great and can see the merits both in each other's favourites, and in another movie that isn't either of their favourites but could be if they happened to be inclined that way.

So healthy :')

"It was always nice to check out. I like watching movies where I KNOW the bad guy's going to lose"

Ow ow ow. But yeah, there's Dean's pro-Halloween rationale, that the tropeyness of the genre has its comforts that every ridiculous horror thing is entirely safe and no one is ACTUALLY going to get eaten by any of these things. Which is also how normal people enjoy horror but at the metaphorical remove of being scared by things we may not literally meet but still represent anxieties we might have in our real lives.

Catharsis, yo

Sam barges in on New Sam to ask her the usual series of increasingly weird questions which get the "are you really insurance?" eyebrows.

"Downtown Salem" - are they in Salem as in the witch hunt one?

I kinda love how New Sam is talking with a speech bubble beside her. So meta.

I think New Dean is called Dirk.

Oops Stuart wasn't one of the co-owners because he kept getting fired for stealing D: Stuart, dude.

"And you hired Stuart back?" "he's my friend"

I think there is commentary appearing here about not just Stuart's unhealthy explosive rage, but that the people around him enable it - even Jordan fired him TWICE rather than banish him forever. The cycle of coddling him without encouraging him to change... Again, this speaks rather more of season 10 and a critique of Sam n Cas from there rather than much currently ongoing with Dean. Sam was complicit in originally abducting Kaia and he and Jody didn't move to stop Dean with Bad Kaia, so though it's in the focus as a critique on Dean's reactions, I feel like the real bad cycles were in Carver era. Though the behaviour still somewhat exists in Dabb era, the overall unhealthiness has declined so much, there isn't a constant oppresive blanket of it as there is here in this shop with Stuart being so awful to everyone and self-destructive.

(It's probably also not a coincidence that this thing has latched onto Dean as well, a la 4x06 I'd guess... Sam got no ghost vibes in the basement, Dean did, and was attacked... To me this is seeming to suggest that his current state has picked up the ghost's ire in the same way in 4x06 he was vulnerable. Loops and loops of things going on so I'll unpick that later if it does turn out to be the case clearly.)

Anyway. This seems to be more about destructive cycles and abusive dynamics, and I would hope a nudge for Dean, though his exile at the start of this episode also suggests to me he knew full well after threatening Kaia that he'd overreacted and needed to take 5, even if there was also a layer of sulking until news of Michael. Her call out was clear enough to make him self-reflect. So I would hope that this episode is here to try and steer Dean's reaction through various pathways, ideally to keep him from falling into anything too awful, as a reminder of where this may lead?

Sam sees the glass case freeze over, and pulls out the EMF, playing it off and being like "nothing... carbon monoxide detector" even as New Sam is understandably a little freaked.

Is this messing with Sam's refusal to tell Jess about monsters by having him keep the truth from New Sam until she's physically endangered?

I mean, carbon monoxide in enough quantities to make the blatantly homemade gadget go "WHEEE" and light up every single LED is a good enough reason to flee the room

"I think you're in danger -" Sam is smacked around the head by Hatchetman because he delayed too long and now he has been knocked out

"Samantha?" Sam determined not to let New Sam out-Sam him

I mean if she is you then she has been knocked out

How does this keep happening to you

how much head trauma has Cas healed over the years?

This is why they have to keep him an angel...

"Is this expensive?" "Wha - no don't!" *BOING* *silence* "yeeeah it's shatterproof glass"

If Jordan really just wants to kill Stuart for getting them a 1 star Yelp review then this also has a weird shade of 11x07 where the ghost was getting revenge and took a few attempts to kill that one guy, eventually succeeding as the clown.

Except the clown was tuned to freak Sam out

and Dean's probably gonna be thrilled to fight Hatchetman

Dean having movie night with new Dean (probably stoned but we can't see it) with comatose Stuart in the middle

incredible

2 dudes watching horror movies 5 feet apart with a comatose guy in the middle because they aren't gay

Dean is thrilled to fight Hatchetman

I feel like this can't last

Davy throws in a gratuitous Halloween moment of Hatchetman walking through the park which is just bedecked in Halloween nonsense

no one cares about him wandering around because it's Halloween

It does make you wonder just HOW much nonsense happening on Halloween really is monsters and stuff out there enjoying themselves because it's expected, which, again, like Sam n Dean dressing up as nerds for this whole episode, having monsters mixing with regular folk and being treated as equals is literally the whole Halloween thing. There's less threat than in 4x07 because we're assuming at this point in the episode that the ghost does have a pretty one-track mind about killing Stuart because with all the characterising nonsense filling the episode the actual plot has been pretty sparse considering we're getting to the final 10 minute run now. So, yeah. This Hatchetman ghost is just out there being a part of the festivities, because that's what happens on Halloween, man

LOL And like Sam not telling his double until it was too late, Dean gets this call and is really open in answering in front of new Dean, and now he's filling in New Dean on everything instead of trying to get him to leave or protect him not just from the monster but from knowing about it at all.

Davy like, hey, remember when ghosts used to do loads of freaky stuff on this show just to be scary? And maybe it seemed like you all were getting bored of it or something, but hey this guy has no idea after 14 years that he shouldn't leave the salt line when everything starts thumping in the room despite having been warned the ghost is coming...

Hehehe Dean gets an axe... The moment of him going to smash it then not and checking if it's open... Whether that was improv or not, it's a good character thing in the sense that Dean is being encouraged not to smash first and ask questions later by the meta plot of the episode

Omg New Dean is as brave as our Dean in some ways... He sees Babs in trouble, and immediately is like "HEY" and starts confronting Jordon in Hatchetman

"He's MY friend. He's OUR friend." That's an interesting take on my/our, because that statement works on both levels - both that Dirk is protective of Stuart because he cares about him, but also that Jordan has his own investment in not killing Stuart that he should remember. In terms of emotional appeal, the first is confrontational while the second is the deep appeal to the ghost.

Filed in the deep deep deep deep deep flips of the crypt scenes, this moment demonstrates about 3 different kinds of flips, while still holding true to possessing thing out of its right mind confronting loved one

Omg the hospital security guards watching the Hatchetman chase a damsel through the hospital while New Dean is chased through THEIR hospital. Talk about dramatic irony and a whole commentary on the metaness of Dabb era in the story reversals and extractions to new levels and repurposing of scenes and narratives...

And despite it playing out scene by scene, the guards are laughing at the bad dialogue and pointing out how Hatchetman is so slow, so how can he even catch them, while the damsel slows herself down and badly fakes a trip so that he can catch up to her...

"We killed you! You're dead!" "We all do bad things sometimes"

And there we get the context for the cool quote the Hatchetman model can recite - just as how in fandom often things are quoted out of context as lines which seem emotional or special but are actually awful. Just for starters, all the Sam n Dean fans using "there aint no me if there aint no you" when Dean didn't even SAY that. Now we see the context of this line, we see that while Hatchetman really isn't deep, he's at least not just saying it to sound cool and talk about himself, he's judging the protagonist for her behaviour, as well as invoking relative morality. Which brings up some interesting ideas about what Hatchetman considers good and evil, in regards to seeming to have a concept of it but not including kill himself as a good thing to do. Obviously completely wild in context but in the philosophical language of the show, the nature of monsters and all is one huge question, along with if Sam and Dean are murderers themselves, and of course how they have done bad things for good reasons and vice versa.

Also I think Sam is about to blow up the door?

"I had a messed up childhood" he says, about to blow up a vintage SCOOBY DOO lunchbox to freedom.

SAMMY. Stop destroying symbols of childhood.

At least he's talking freely to New Sam about himself, which is probably already more than he ever let on to Jess. He really wanted to pretend to be well-adjusted to her, that he probably, like, would have rather waited for a locksmith with her than just pick the door to their apartment if they were locked out, you know?

RIP Scooby Doo.

"Cool" they both say, and share a smile.

It's probably weird to ship Sam and Sam just because the shipname is Sam

Dirk went to hide in the fucking Morgue

well done

Okay I need the security guards back to comment on how the fuck Hatchetman knew New Dean would come to the morgue with enough time to beat him there AND cover himself in a sheet and play dead.

Also before that happened Dean grabbed New Dean by the correct shoulder, and made him jump but aw don't worry it's just your new best friend.

Ghost Jordan is still a fucking nerd even in death because rather than talk to them, he presses the button to summon a catchphrase

It's good to know some things never change even when you are a murderous shell of your former self.

UGH SIGH DAVY ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DO THIS TO ME?

(The director might also be to blame)

So now they are cobbling together a fake trailer for Hatchetman, using footage from the show

That is to say, Hatchetman is set on Oct. 31st, 1983, or, of course, 2 days before Azazel ruined everything.

I'm not sure if this shot is from the show because we have so few Halloween episodes that an exterior shot with Halloween elements would have to be faked up, but the house looks very much like the old Winchester house, but with a bigger porch and more dramatic features. It does, however, strongly feature the tree branch shadows over the appropriate wall to make it look exactly like the opening shot of their story, while this is the opening shot of the Hatchetman story.

"David Jaeger was an honest man making an honest living" *generic shot of something being worked on*

*shot of the back of John Winchester's head walking into his garage in 5x13 to discover his boss out cold because Anna is about to attempt to murder him, said boss hilariously visible in the shot if you know he's there*

So. That happened :P Hatchetman is John. That ain't subtle if you recognise the back of his head in a split second. Even if you don't they're casting him as a car mechanic which is of course directly connected to Dean and John.

"Until one night when a practical joke turned deadly"

*footage of the wife spectre-rage killing her husband in the cold open of 8x06 because she was still pissed he slept with someone else on prom night*

I think the burning vehicle was the car from 10x13 that Sam and Dean burned early in the episode, where it was violently reminiscent of them burning the memory of John for some meta reason I can't remember at the time, but definitely inspired a lot of frantic fandom typing.

Of course the ghost in that episode was the classic ragey vengeance ghost which was blatantly paralleled to the path Dean was on with the Mark of Cain, complete with being crypt scened out of it by a trenchcoat-wearing widow.

They're implying he was then burned alive and left for dead and I don't recognise the footage of the burned feet but I assume they're from some episode or another.

Anyway then they go to more new footage from the "actual" hatchetman movies. This one is set on Nov. 1st so it's not even a "Halloween" movie but ACTUALLY All Saint's Day (All Hallow's Eve being what Hallowe'en is a corruption of), Nov. 1 being of course a meta nod to the fact the episode is not even airing on Halloween but Davy just really really really really wanted his halloween episode so shut up and enjoy it :P

Oh, it's All Saints Day III The Reckoning. Because of course it's a reckoning. That's all that happens in Dabb era, reckonings.

I am so upset.... I made a joke about 5x05 waaay back, and now it's true because of the whole random thing about Dean's random Axe that was John's that Paris Hilton was going to use to Reckoning him but then Sam murderered her before she could. Now Dean's being reckoned.

Okay Dean is a lil dark right now but his come at me bro of "I was hoping you'd say that" and the preceding speech is incredible. I can't believe this show has Jensen except that I CAN believe that with Jensen we go 14 seasons because FUCK he's scary and intense when he wants to be.

But he delivered that chilling speech and then had the ghost use a red button to talk to him and then was badass at it

I mean

he can put the terror into ANY situation

I am a hysterical laugher, I could not have stood where Dean stood in that moment and taken Hatchetman seriously, even under threat of mortal peril. I once nearly got expelled for hysterical laughing over an untied shoelace that started a rapidly spiralling incident.

I love the new fight guy

I love how Dean is spoiling for a fight, and really enjoying how he can push back against this ghost, in a really, really scary way. But in a cold way, not the red hot Mark of Cain way he was dark last time. He's grinning and enjoying this nerdy ass fight, but it's got a vicious streak.

I especially love the choreography of Dean smashing Hatchetman around the head with clashes in time to the music followed by an elevator ding as Sam and New Sam emerge in the next scene.

Poetic cinema

New Sam guesses the key thing for ghost attachment and Old Sam is impressed.

Careful buddy, they're lining you up for replacement.

Dean seems not to have won this fight with the Hatchetman. I bet if Stuart was awake he'd have some useful advice for how anyone could beat him in a fight but especially Stuart, if they knew the correct thing to do.

New Dean saved Old Dean! Maybe we can teamwork distract the Hatchetman and win together. Possibly this is a metaphor for... working with yourself...

Is it foreshadowing for a fight later in the season of plot significance, just like in 11x07 Sam got beat up by a clown in a cage, as a not too subtle metaphor for Lucifer? I'd love an in Dean's head kinda nonsense with Mikey.

"Dean, key chain!"

TEAMWORK BROS ARE THE BEST BROS

New Sam chips in for her part with fuel for the fire.

Everyone high five the Sam or Dean/Dirk to your left

Oh, COOL effect of a ghostly spirit burning out of a model Hatchetman, who is unscatched by the ordeal

I mean, good, he's probably a really expensive collectible

He falls over with a thud, and goes out on a warbling "time to slice and diiiiiiiii" much like "I clobber evil" died on the fire with a last gutteral noise.

Hopefully bookending each other in terms of models with representations in their voices that haunt Dean and all.

Dean, unprompted, thanks Sam for getting him out of his funk and giving him an easy ghost hunt to win. I guess what 13x05 was supposed to be is what this actually turned out to be.

(Honestly, giving Davy episodes post-drama to let us all unwind is turning out to be an extremely good idea with 13x06 as well)

I am MAJORLY concerned about the time stamp on this episode. It better end in a few seconds and go to a full 3 minute trailer for Hell Hazers III or else.

"It was awesome!" "it wasn't really," says Sam, who burst into the room in time to see his brother pinned and choking

Sam moves on to confronting Dean with the concept of not just hiding in his room when they get back.

He gives Dean the "OI, CHEER UP" talk we've all been yelling at the screen. Good. Good Sammy.

Dean turns to the camera. "I'm never going to get over it. I'm just not."

Look, Sam, just because Dean stabbed Lucifer for you, and now you are sleeping without fear, doesn't mean everyone has that luxury :P

elizabethrobertajones Oh dear, there's still 4 minutes left er I guess I keep watching .... *grimaces nervously*

mittensmorgul :D just watch it in context with the rest of the episode

elizabethrobertajones um what I didn't get far enough into what happens next to know what you mean so that's super ominous Sam is still psychoanalysing Dean in car NOW yo uhave me REALLY worried.

Hey, remember how I started this episode with a vague warning from Mittens? Why am I now getting the feeling that I still haven't watched whatever that was about?

"I'm not doing any good cooped up in my room. So whatever you need, I'm there." ("Chief"?)

"Alright, Chief?"

Oh, man. I'm turning into Dean.

Also Dean appears to have, finally, ceded power over to Sam. Again, the reversals of season 10 - Sam was put in this position of power he just was not ready to cope with and not with the stakes that were laid against him. But here, Dean might be driving the car but he's putting all the real power into Sam's hands.

elizabethrobertajones Is it why Sam hates Halloween because Dean turns out to have set an alarm on his watch to remind him to bug Sam about it again the intrigue you have spun is starting to get to me more than actually watching the episode :P

mittensmorgul oh gosh, I should've just kept my mouth shut. It was seriously just an innocent comment for a nice BM scene :P

I am more horrified about the concept of Sam telling an embarrassing story than I am about any amount of slasher and gore. Look, I can Not handle social squickiness and I love Sam and that is going to make this extremely hard to hear.

Dean's gonna love it though, I can tell.

Please. Protect. Sammy.

"It was soooo bad" he says with a haunted look of a man who has been tortured by the devil

Andrea's party got there first

"Next year, we're doing halloween right"

Oh no, don't you dare start talking like you're going to be alive and ready for a party next year, Dean Winchester. I will perish in your place to make it happen.

BAHAHA Dean coming up with matching outfits and suggests Bert and Ernie, before rejecting that one as too weird.

Yeah, you might not remember but we do

We are never going to let you live it down, in fact.

Also, listen, his mouth runs miles ahead of his brain, that was not suggestive until he realised it was and backtracked

You also can't go as Shaggy and Scooby unless you go to a party WITH them and they go as you and Sam

Thelma and Louise... Dean, stop.

Okay it's hilarious that Davy managed to get both Bert and Ernie and Thelma and Louise into this like... somewhere riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight deep down Dean's consciousness is putting things together. It doesn't remember half the shit he says, but like. Hey. Why ARE those two sets of on screen pairs connected, huh, Dean?

Oh, whatever, he's just trying to annoy Sam now

Nyoooom

IT'S THE SECURITY GUARD

RUN, MAN, RUN

Ew, I left it playing to type that and it told me to watch Legacies

Well that was the one wrong note in this whole episode so I suppose something had to happen like that :P

#Davy fanclub #14x04 #season 14 spoilers #oh my god it's good to have the internet back #my stuff

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