#except for typical hunter stuff

[gothicrepetitions]

It's so funny that Sam has apparently has no thoughts about Jo despite the fact they're very clearly inverted characters. Like he saw Jo who desperately wants to hunt even though her mother pushes her to live a normal civilian life and go to college and thought. crazy, not that this is not relevant or relatable to me in anyway whatsoever. I have never felt more removed from a situation in my life.

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty pleaseeee?"

"No and that's final!"

MC pouts making you roll your eyes at her, pushing around your straw that was in your drink. You place your chin on your palm and sigh. "Look, it sounds fun don't get me wrong, but I'm not really an art person you know? I wouldn't understand anything going on!"

MC raised a brow and pointed at your computer. "Isn't writing basically an art form!? So that makes you an artist as well!"

You could only deadpan at your twin. "Writing fanfiction is not something I typically boast about."

"But you display them publicly, like an art gallery! Hence, you are perfect for this!'

You stared at her and loudly slurped up your drink, then raised a brow at MC. "Ok, let's recap." You say, letting out a small sigh. "You got invited to this huge gallery thing, but you were also assigned to be security by the Hunter's Association for the very same gallery. So the person who gave you the invite said to not waste it and invite someone else, am I right?"

"Basically yeah."

"Ok. Next question before I decide to go or not. Why me-"

"Oh? If it isn't Miss Bodyguard~"

You pause when you hear a strinkingly familiar voice, then glance up when you see him.

Holy shit. He looked even hotter in reality.

"Rafayel?" MC blinks with confusion, placing the spoon she was about to put in her mouth back on her plate. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your art show?"

You freeze at her words. Art Show? Rafayel? His Art Show!?

You should have known! How many fucking artists did your sister know except for him!? Of course, the art show she was bugging you to attend was his own! How could you be so stupid!?

You flinch slightly as Rafayel lets out an amused laugh, waving his hand nochantly. "Thomas has everything under control. All I really have to do is just show up and smile a bit. How boring."

Alright, [Name], this was NOT the time for simping! Sure, the man you wasted so much time and energy on was right next to you. Sure, the man you actually spent money on was breathing the same air as you, but crush down those hopes and dreams of seducing him! You weren't MC, and that was fine.

When they get married, at least you can stuff yourself full on the seafood that no doubt will be there. Mhmmm, you couldn't wait!

"Oh, Rafayel. This is my twin [Name]!" MC's voice breaks through your mind, and you blink back into awareness, then shoot a panicked, wide-eyed look at your twin, which she easily ignores. "[Name], this is Rafayel, the person whose art gallery is putting on a show for his works."

You finally raise your head to look up at him again (when had you lowered your head?), and your breath stutters. Fuck him being a mermiad, he was a gosh darn Siren. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Rafayel." You give him a small smile, trying your hardest not to squeal with excitement as he gives you a smile back. "I've seen some of your artwork. It really is beautiful."

"Hmm. I know."

Brat.

"So, will you come?" MC demands, reaching over to tap your arm. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your forehead. Alright, what were the pros and cons of going to this art show? Pros! You get to see Rafayel's work in real life since the game wouldn't show you anything. Pros! There's bound to be good food there since the little fishie is so rich. Pros! Hot Man In Sight.

Cons: Hot Man In Sight. Cons: It might disturb plot. Cons: Even though you loved your twin, jealousy was an ugly thing.

. . . . Damm. The pros outweighed the cons. You let out a tired sigh and glare at your sister. "Fine. But! As soon as you're off the clock, I'm out."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Hours passed, and you found yourself in the art show. You take a bite of the shrimp you had snatched from the table and stare up at the painting before you. The beautiful blues of the ocean, the little pink and orange jellifishes, and a colorful school of fish swam around the huge white clam that had a beautiful pearl in the middle. You swallow your shrimp and tilt your head to the side, trying to imprint the painting in your mind.

"I saw those little fishies in a dream." A voice whispers next to you, making you almost choke on your shrimp. After you had finished dying, you turned your head to see Rafayel standing next to you, his gaze completely on the painting. "In my dream, a silly fish let his friends so he could try and get that pearl. But he failed in the end."

Hot man talking hot man talking hot man- "The fish sounds very brave." You inwardly panic as he turns his head to silently stare at you. "Even if he failed, at least he tried! Most people, or well, fishes in this case, would rather let their desires fester back to the bottom of the sea."

Wait a second. Was Rafayel talking about how he represented the fish and how MC was the pearl? Goodness gracious, you were about to scream. You clear your throat and quickly toss another shrimp in your mouth to try and calm your thoughts. "My sister is still busy."

"I knoow," he sighs out, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. "And this art show is so boring. So, tell me about yourself."

Huh? "What?"

He leans closer to you, a smile on his face that makes your heart beat faster, blood rushing in your veins. "Tell me more about yourself," he says again. "I want to know more about Miss Bodyguard's twin."

. . . . You know what? Fine. It wasn't like you were actively trying to romance him! You could be friends! "Sure! What would you like to know?"

"Everything and anything." he smiles wider.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Rafayel | 18+

Happy Birthday, Rafayel! I hope you have a wonderful day with MC

[superball7666]

🪓🧇TICCI TOBY HEADCANONS!!🧇🪓

*DISCLAIMER*

18+!! MDNI

These are just my own personal interpretations of Toby and what I think he would be like.

These headcanons are also for an 'intact memories' Toby.

Let me know in the comments if you guys want me to do an 'amnesia' version!

Enjoy!

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Cw- Explicit sexual content, mention of past abuse/past sexual trauma, mention of suicidal tendencies/self harm, mental disabilities/disorders, possessive behavior.

• Toby is a consent type of guy.

He doesn't care for the idea of r@pe or sexual assault because of how his father would treat his mother.

He does not want to be like his father.

He'd be intimate within his own boundaries, with exceptions such as if you asked him to go harder or be a bit rougher.

He DOES, however, like role-playing.

Stuff like Hunter & Prey or Home Burglar.

It gives him a somewhat healthy sense of chase without killing.

• Toby has borderline severe ocd.

More often than not, Toby will get an intrusive thought about hurting you in an intimate way or hurting himself due to his ocd.

He's somewhat used to it from years of having it but there are times he just can't get a disgusting image or idea out of head to the point where he'll close himself off from you in order to protect you from himself in his own way.

Though you know he'll never actually hurt you.

• His demeanor/personality.

He's a cheeky motherfucker.

He will trip you and half-ass play it off.

"Dude, did you just trip me??"

"Pfft whaaaat? Nooo...?"

His personality can switch pretty often due to his unstable upbringing, but you try your best to accommodate him when he splits.

He always appreciates that of you even if he doesn't always act like it in the moment.

Whenever he has an episode, he starts going off about seeing and hearing things like, "Did you see that?" Or "You can't h-hear them too?"

He might bite his hands or pick at his skin while in a fit.

He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it.

These episodes, if taken too far, can result in tic attacks and/or seizures.

• He's odd.

Odd in the sense that he might "accidentally" kill a squirrel when chopping wood and then bring it in the house and ask with a straight face if you guys could have it for dinner.

*gizzards are actually pretty good, imo*

Although tourettes aren't odd, he has an occasional tic that make his say, "Lincoln/Kennedy." And point at something with finger guns.

*Irdk I just think it's a funny headcanon.*

• He uses target practice as a form of stress relief.

Whenever Toby is feeling stressed out or anxious, he'll practice his already perfect aim with his hatchets outside for hours until sundown or until he gets bored.

He'll typically take his off jacket during practice if it's sunny out and just sport a short sleeve t-shirt. Plus, it's not like you mind seeing his biceps or anything.😏

He'll always make a point to find you a cool rock or pick you some pretty flowers when he's done.

"I got you this."

"Why?"

"I thought you might like it."

• His appearance.

I picture Toby being 5'7 - 5'9 in his younger years and 5'10 - 6'2 later on.

Almost shoulder-length wavy/curly brown hair with redish undertones.

Some miscellaneous facial peircings.

Something like snake bites and double eyebrow peircings.

He usually likes to have a light beard but can't grow a full one, so he goes for a goatee and some stubble.

And you like how it feels against your inner thighs while you ride his face, so it's a win-win.

His eyes are a dark, rich brown.

Oh, how he loves to peer at you getting dressed with those dark brown eyes.

Wondering over your soft curves while you slip on his favorite pair of panties.

His cheeks are peppered with light brown freckles, tiny, almost invisible scars.

He, of course, sports his iconic cheek scar that shows his teeth, and a small tooth gap in his slightly too big front teeth.

• How he would smell.

Smelly.

Not bad smelly, just always a bit stinky.

Notes of fire and pine would drown out most of his stink, tho.

And of course you make him bathe.

He probably wouldn't as often if you didn't tell him to.

He's a dirty boy by heart.😌

• What his hobbies would be.

He tends to enjoy carving wooden animals with his hatchets.

Such as bears, wolves, and birds.

There's not a lot of stuff to do in the wilderness of the rocky mountains except for wood stuff.

Chopping wood.

Carving wood.

Having you bounce on his morning wood.

Ect and what have you.

😗

• He's not a proxy.

In my mind, Toby isn't a proxy but a puppet that Slenderman controls when he needs to have somebody dealt with.

Let's say, for example, that some rando knew about Slender, he would, in essence, put Toby into autopilot mode and carry out his bidding through him.

This leaves Toby waking up in random places with his clothes covered in b!00d and chunks of his memory missing or at the least foggy.

You always try to do your best to clean him up when he finds his way back, but he's left a bit rattled when it's done.

• He's handsy.

This man will have his greedy paws on you every chance he gets if you let him.

He constantly has to be near you or touching you in some sort of way, or he'll lose his mind.

His favorite places to touch you are your shoulders, lower back, tummy, and thighs.

Basically, anywhere that your body curves.

DONT GET ME WRONG he loooooves titties but it's not exactly a deal breaker if you're flat chested. He'll take you any way you come.

He WILL spent hours on end with either his face buried in your chest just nuzzling and taking in your scent (cough, cough, mommy issues.) Or laying across your thighs like they're his own personal pillows; occasionally rubbing and squeezing them with his rough hands.

• How he would be in bed.

Tender, playful, and LOTS of cunnilingus.

Like, 'after every round' a lot.

And he's VERY good at it.

He would absolutely drown himself in an ocean of you if he could.

He wouldn't moan very loudly at all.

Mostly grunts, soft noises, and heavy praise with some light moans on the side.

Stuff like "Good girl, f-fucking good g-girl~." , "You feel so G-God damn good, baby." And "Mmmm, yeah, j-just like that~."

He likes it when you scratch his back during too.

He knows you know it doesn't hurt him, but he still sees you holding back, so he says, "Come on, b-baby, don't be shy-y now~. Not after you s-so g-raciously opened your legs up for me."

But, this can all change depending on if you made him jealous or not.🤭

If you DID, then, well, let's just say you wouldn't be cuming anytime soon.

All that praise would get turned into spankings and orgasm control.

All "B-Beg for it." And no."Yes, please."

He'd wait till you're on the edge of your release just to pull out and leave you a whining mess.

And when he finally decides that you've learned your lesson, he's makes damn sure to leave enough hickeys for you to remember exactly who you belong to, and to never, ever do that again.

But you always do, of course.😚

• How often he'd want to do it.

All the time.

Every day if you could stand it.

Not that you'd be able to stand very well if you couldn't.🤭

This man is an absolute sex fiend.

He will steal your underwear and leave with nothing to wear underneath the pretty little skirts he got you.

Just how he likes it.

He just can't resist the sight of your plump ass bent over the table he made.

All for him. Only him.

And be prepared to get creampied.

Every. Single. Time.

Not only cause he hates wearing condoms but because he just loves the image of his partner getting absolutely stuffed with his cum.

Whimpering and dripping his love.

God, he could get off on the thought alone, but actually doing it is much better in his opinion.

• His favorite positions to do it.

Either cowgirl or missionary.

He likes doggy too but he prefers to see your face while he fucks you raw.

Sinking his cock into you while squeezing your thighs so hard you thought they might bruise.

Pleasure is a big thing for his big thing since he can't really feel many other sensations.

So feeling you pulse around his hard member is one of his favorite pass times.

WOAH this took longer than I thought!😅

Hopefully yall enjoyed my first Ticci Toby headcanons!

Later, dudes!👋😜

[sharksarewaterdogs]

Honmoon Gone Right Gone Wrong Au

(...Hmm I might be going to lesbian hell for making my first kpdh au rujinu, and during June too... forgive me, Polytrix, I love you!/lh)

(DW it has heavy Huntrix friendship themes lol)

The girls harmonizing during the Honmoon is a success! Such a success, it banishes all demons from the world!

—Including Rumi's spirt. RIP.

Ok, I don't have the details yet, but in this au Jinu DOES betray Rumi at the Idol Awards BUT, somehow, Mira and Zoey probably don't find out she's a demon until after they harmonize & she gets zapped. Yes I just want the DRAMA of it, we're throwing in all the betrayals & trust issues.

In the human world, Rumi's body is basically in a magical stasis, unconscious. Zoey & Mira are shocked and horrified to see her collapse, and doubly so when they run to her & see the faint demon marks on her. Having no idea what's going on, they get her immediate medical help and call Celine asap.

Rumi, meanwhile, awakes in the demon realm heavily disoriented and in full demon form, which she does not initially realize because Jinu's there, and, oh, that guy just stabbed her in the back. So she probably attacks him (demons have more volatile/heightened emotions?), and he deflects like "Ok chill chill that's not gonna help matters rn"

(She gets a good hit or few in tho bc. C'mon, he kinda deserves it & also she's a badass.)

Jinu is still of course Very Down Bad for Rumi. He saw her flung into the demon realm as well & has been trying to make sure she's ok.

And internally also kind of "🥰 Wow you really are flawed just like me 🥰" and kind of guilty bc wow he really did just take advantage of & expose her insecurities with his backstabbing huh (he has what those in the romance biz call a hell of a grovel before him).

But mostly there to make sure she's ok bc 😬 a demon hunter in the realm of demons???

Ahahaha. Rumi's response is a big fat 🖕🖕to that

Except. She's here without her team, her girls, in a somewhat unsteady form she's not familiar with and despises, in ~a whole new world~ full of enemies. She is a badass but she has limits.

Oh the choices: Trust the guy she already trusted who JUST stabbed her in the back, or go it alone in a world and form against her.

Jinu propaganda: Tiger & Bird 🥺🥺

Forced proximity journey ensues! Rumi is Going Through It. Her friends probably know her secret and hate her now, she doesn't know if she'll ever see them again, this hated side of her is apparently what defines her very spirit if it sent her here, and she's in a hunter-hostile environment

Shit is going down in the demon realm, too. Either Gwi-Ma is weakened/defeated and there's a power vacuum, or he's stronger than ever, idk, either way, the normal balance of things has been radically thrown off and it's more unstable than ever.

Idk what's going on with the demons or the other Saja Boys but I hc the boys as becoming besties so Jinu's thing with Rumi probably complicates matters with them; and Rumi learns to see more to demons and embrace all sides of herself, while still taking into account demons are incredibly selfish beings who fed souls to their master/would typically feed on them if given the chance, and maybe she helps (some of) them like canonically she helped Jinu to realize they can and should be better

Zoey & Mira meanwhile grapple with feelings of betrayal from both Celine and Rumi, as well as self-worth issues because of the rift it's tearing in their found family, and grief and fear over losing Rumi. Their goal is to try to get her back, while Celine argues over whether or not they should—does it not show that she is more like her father, bound to be evil, with her being thrown out? (Celine is also struggling bc that's the child she raised and the last piece she had of Rumi's mother, but y'know she is a VERY VERY flawed parent and something of an antagonistic force)

There's stuff probably with the girls struggling with their families (brought up by Rumi's very public collapse? Or maybe just in Zoey's case, while Mira's come into the picture maybe bc she needs something from them for Rumi).

Also Bobby's there freaking out bc he has NO idea what is going on. Does he maybe get clued in (esp since Rumi's not really in like a coma but a magical stasis) or no...? Idk but he's there and he's also not having a great time poor guy

Idk it's all spaghetti on the wall rn, don't look at this it's mostly for me lol

(That said if anyone DOES read this & get inspired... 👍👍👍)

[taylormarieee]

~A hunter's first love~

A dean winchester drabble

Summary: You were dean's first love, yeah I know it's hard to believe with every girl he's been with but you... you were different from the rest, here's you guy's story...

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: dean winchester x hunter!reader

Warnings: kissing, mentions of death, mentions of blood, typical supernatural stuff, dean confessing, angst, a argument, dean being a bit of a jerk, a lil actual smut, piv sex, dean himself, trauma dumping, also reader isn't a hunter in the beginning but closer to the end she is.

A/N: I've been meaning to post this one for awhile but it's just been an idea in the back of my head. I NEED to write for dean more, and I swear I will, my word is my bond guys even tho sometimes i don't commit, ntm on me tho, love y'all and enjoy!

You were dean's very first love. Yea he had that chick in highschool but there were always chicks digging him in high school.

didn't mean he loved them. dean never did meeting parents and saying I love you. he was a cold kid that broke everything.

distanced himself from the people who needed him most. the exceptions were sammy and you.

something about you was special, something about you made dean's heart ache. it made him feel things that he usually would never feel.

he met you when sammy had went off to college to do his own thing. he was proud of sammy but he felt alone. yes of course he had his dad but there were nights where dad would always be gone and dean was left to handle himself.

but that was before you. during you, when he met you in the bar for the very first time, you looked like you were having a hellish day.

"bad day?" he asks as he slides into the barstool, drink in hand. you chuckle and look at him. your eyes widen a bit at how attractive he is.

"y-yea, s-something like that." you stutter as you take another sip of your brandy. after that you both kinda just hit it off.

laughing and having deep genuine conversations. he told you his name and you told him yours. he even offered you a ride back home to which you gladly accepted.

"thank you for the ride dean, I really appreciate it." you thank him and then get ready to walk up the stairs to your apartment but you pause.

"would you like to come inside? I just feel bad for making you take me home and then not offering you anything to sober you up a little. just come inside, please?" you ask.

he smiles and nods. "yea yea sure, i'd love to come inside." he says with a smirk on his face when he stands next to you.

"must you ruin the moment?" you hit him playfully as you chuckle.

"hell yea!" he exclaims with a chuckle as well. you unlock the door to your apartment and step inside. it's not the best but it's enough for you and it was simple and modern and you loved it.

dean seemed to have loved it too, to him though, it was very old-schooled. very 90's. you had these cute posters and paintings on walls. little records piled up on the coffee table.

it was adorable. it was very you. you had an electric guitar on a stand next to your tv in the living room and you had all your favorite rock band cd's splayed everywhere on the couch.

"just gimme a sec, I didn't exactly expect company." you say shyly.

"oh no, your totally fine. I dig it. AC/DC? I love it." he says pointing at the band poster framed up on your wall.

"oh that's old, my dad gave it to me, I basically grew up listening to many rock bands. guns n roses, AC/DC, Metallica, yk the goodies." you smile up at dean.

"that poster was actually signed by the entire band when my dad got a backstage pass. He was so happy til the day he died." you say staring at the poster with a smile on your face.

"guessing he got the best day mug when you were a kid huh?" he says with a smile.

you laugh and shake your head. "yea actually, I did get him one for his birthday one year, he had the proudest smile ever when he saw Axl Rose's signature on it." you smile.

"wow, you were the best daughter." he exclaims.

"I mean I tried to be. my mom split when I was eight and that took a huge chunk outta my dad's heart. so I slowly had to rebuild it back again. I missed seeing him happy. It was just me n him, no point in trying to make life harder than it already was." you explain.

"Yea I get that. your better than me. see when I was little me, my mom, my dad? we were the happiest family. and then when my baby brother was born, I was so happy! but uhm a few months after he was born my uh my mom died. then it was just me my dad and sammy." he explains.

"that was hard for all of us. even harder for sammy considering he never even got to talk to his mother. my dad was hard on me and sammy growing up. I of course was always the lash out kid, constantly angry, never liking how he acted or did stuff. then of course that anger when out to sam because I couldn't yell at my dad, I was 10." he continues.

you hum to let him know your still listening and you grab him some water and prop it on the coffee table in front of you two.

"thanks. but yea, sammy never really understood why we always moved, never stayed in one place too long until he got tired of it. tired of that lifestyle. now he's in college and he's thriving, my dad on the other hand, he's avoiding me any chance he gets but hey, I would avoid me too if I was him. I break everything I touch." he finishes, taking a long gulp of his water.

you both sit in silence for a second and dean looks at you, hoping you say something other than "get out of my house."

"oh dean, I'm so sorry. no child should ever have to go through that. and I can assure you dean, you don't break everything you touch, I'm here and see! I'm not broken, i'm standing ten toes behind you." you says with a smile.

"I hunt monsters for a living with my dad. and we kill them so they can't ahrm people anymore." he blurted out randomly. he wanted to push you away, because he was falling in love with you too quickly. he wanted you to see him as scary.

your eyes widen. you pause. your hand is still on his arm and his thigh. you blink once, then twice. your jaw opens to say something but closes again.

"speak now, scream now, curse me out or forever hold your peace and i'll leave." he says.

you immediately spoke not wanting him to leave. "don't leave. I'm just a little shocked is all. do you and your dad really do that? does your brother know?" you ask.

"Why do you think he went off to college, to live a normal life like the rest of you." dean says.

"wow. uhm that's a lot to take in. thank you for telling me. there are parts of me that don't believe you, but i'm going to trust my heart. I believe you dean. you're a hero."

"I'm not a hero, i'm a monster." he says.

"you save people dean, how is that you being a monster." you counter.

"because it's almost like i enjoy it, the thrill."

"ok but heros i'm sure enjoy the thrill as well."

"That's not the same thing sweetheart I-"

"Why can't you just accept that your not a monster."

"because I lived with this my whole life ok? I am a monster."

"ok, but you help people, how do monsters do that? how is that YOU being a monster?"

"Because I just am!" he shouts at you. you gasp and scoot away from him.

"oh, i'm sorry. I won't bring it up."

"for fuck's sake, I'm sorry sweetheart. I-I didn't mean to shout at you, i'm sorry. c'mere." he says.

you scoot back to him and he wraps your body in a hug.

"what are you so scared of dean? If your brother can live a normal life, why can't you? why do you think you don't deserve a happy ending?" you ask.

you look up at him with puppy dog eyes and he folds immediately. he kisses the top of your head and smiles down at you.

"you really think I'm a good person? you truly believe I could have a happy ending?'" he asks.

"If I didn't think so, would I have bickered with you about it like a toddler?" you ask with a chuckle.

he laughs.

"I guess not."

you both stare at each other for a good 2 minutes before you look down at his lips. he looks at you and stares at your lips as well.

you lean up closer to his face, your noses touching. he closes his eyes, waiting for it to happen. he of course wasn't prepared for his mind's decision to pull away.

"I have to go sweetheart. I'm sorry." he says as he pulls away from you. he can't bare to look at you as he stands up from the couch but he does it anyway and his heart sinks.

your pouting. god why must you look so good when you pout. "oh, please stay dean, I don't want to be alone. and I don't think you do either." you say standing up and grabbing his hand.

"just spend the night, and then in the morning you can leave, just don't leave without saying goodbye." you say pointing a finger at him.

"ok sweetheart, I won't." he says with a smile. "good." you respond with a smile as well.

"now, I have one more gift for you." you say with a smirk on your face.

"Oh really, what is it? it better be pie." he says with a chuckle. you roll your eyes playfully as you pull him towards you bedroom.

"i mean it'll be some kind of pie if you want it to be? but it's also much better than pie." you say seductively.

"mhmmm" he groans, "I like the sound of where this is going.

he runs his hands down your waist as you drag him towards you bed. you shrug off his jacket and he grabs your ass once his jacket is on the floor and goes straight for your jeans buttons.

"please kiss me already dean, I need you." you beg.

his lips are smashed on to yours immediately after your request. guess dean couldn't wait any longer either.

you tug at his shirt and he pulls it off. you take your shirt off as well and that's when dean pushes you on to the bed. you grab at his road shoulders and scratch at his back.

he nips at your neck leaving little sweet kisses after. you were so having hickeys afterwards.

he smashes his lips against yours again and you bite his lip. he groans at the feeling and you release his lip but he can taste the blood on his lip.

he licks his lips and looks at you. "you tryin to devour me huh?" he asks with a smirk.

"Maybe?" you ask with mimicking smirk on your face. he kisses you again and you moan in his mouth. god he lives for your noises.

"do that again." he demands. he kisses down your neck looking for that spot that makes you reel. you moan in his ear again and he physically fights the urge not to shove his fingers in you ight now.

his cock painfully aching in his boxers. you both roll around and moan in each others ears. you tug on his hair and he tugs on yours.

he inhales your scent and he feels like he's on cloud 9.

you were amazing. even more amazing when he first entered inside you. god you were so fucking tight. so delicious. so enticing.

you were pulling him in and he was hitting all the right spots to make you scream his name like a mantra, like a prayer.

you loved the feeling of his fat cock inside you. it made you feel euphoric. no one has ever made you feel this way, dean hit every spot. he made you cry and scream and feel so good.

you needed him. you desired every bit of him. he's the man you daydream about, the one you read tumblr fics about.

you feel your orgasm approaching and dean feels his but he solely his focused on making you feel good. sadly that doesn't work because he's struggling to not cum inside you.

"it's ngh- ok dean. please cum inside me, I want it so bad. please." you beg him and he loses it. he kisses you one last time before he releases inside you, still thrusting and over stimulating himself just to make you feel good.

you eventually cum around his cock as well, feeling so good. you arch into him and tug on his hair really hard he groans. he moans into your ear as he lets out the last spurts of his cum into your stoamch.

he rearranged your guts like no other before and you loved how it made you feel dean winchester makes you feel alive. he makes you feel like yourself.

dean pulls out of you and lays right behind you. you cuddle into him throwing your leg over his to tangle up in his warmth.

he smiles to himself and you kiss him again as you both fall asleep. dean couldn't stop thinking about you. and you couldn't stop thinking about him.

he's your saviour. your hero. your perfect man. your first love.

your his daydream. his fantasy. his perfect girl. his first love.

It's been a year now and you and dean are thriving. he calls you every day and every night when he's on a hunt.

you even got to meet his brother. you comforted him when his dad died and you even let them stay at your place whenever they were in town.

two years go by and you and dean are on a little break. he said that he didn't feel like he could give you what you wanted and asked if he could take a break from the relationship to give him some time to think.

you didn't know he slept with an old fling and it broke your heart when sam told you.

you went on hunting alone. you met bobby on a hunt and he treated you well. he made sure you were safe.

four years go by and you meet dean again, you never blocked him and he called from time to time. sometimes you'd answer other times, you'd not even give him the time of day.

you looked at dean and realized he hasn't aged a day, if anything he looked more mature, he looked just as good as the last time you saw him.

his voice deeper and still demanding. you hug him and he tells you how much he's missed you. you missed him just as much.

he told you he was sorry and you forgave him. you forgave him a long time ago. he offered to try again and you agreed.

the three of you went hunting together like a family and it was fun. but one night you decided to play hero.

"dean, I once told you you deserved a happy ending, that you weren't a monster." you say quickly while panting.

"yea babe, but why? why are you saying this?" he asked his glossy eyes staring back at you.

"you know I love you right?" you tell him.

"I love you too sweetheart, now tell me what's wrong?!" he shouts.

you hear the footsteps of the vampire and you look at sam and dean.

"babe, it's my turn to be a hero ok? you go on without me. you live your life and you find your happy ending. I love you both so much." you say holding the both of their hands.

"Now run." you say.

you shoot at the vampire and it rushes towards you choking you. you try to fight it off but it stabs you in the stomach and you scream out.

Sam runs to rescue you and dean screams for you. the vampire throws you off to the side and bloods seeping out of your mouth and wound. dean runs to your limp body on the floor and he cradles you in his arms.

sam quickly runs back over the vampires body on the ground with a wooden stake in it's heart and it's head cut off.

you try to speak but dean shushes you.

"no no baby don't speak i'm gonna get you help ok, y-your- fuck your gonna live ok. SON OF A BITCH! baby please don't die on me, I love you please please please." he cries.

"i-i love you too, my sweet hero." your last words before your eyes shut and your no longer moving.

he says your name and sam checks for a pulse. he looks at dean and shakes his head no. dean shakes you and screams your name some more but no response.

he sits there and cries with sam by his side crying as well.

you were dean's daydream. his fantasy. his perfect girl. his first love and the last one he ever loved. the one he couldn't save.

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[dickarchivist]

Thirsty clones

The clones I can think of right at this second as types of water

Hunter: Fiji bottled water. Prettiest label, good clean taste, belongs on Pabu

Wrecker: dragon fruit vitamin water. Water with a kick, taste great, looks great, fun at parties as well as the office

Echo: Boxed Water. Been through some shit, trapped in a box, but when released, just an absolute delight. Pure and crisp, no plastic taste. Recycled container. Doing its best.

Wolffe: That charcoal infused black water that was a fancy thing a few years ago. Intimidating, dont wanna drink it. Super good when you finally say "fuck it I need to know", and then you drink it and it changes you.

Rex: Aquafina bottled water with the wide mouth cap. Tried and true, ol' reliable. You want water on a roadtrip in the summer, you want hydration, you want Aquafina.

Fives: that purple blue and white Dixie cup with the swoosh pattern full of water cooler water. We all know why. The cup alone sparks joy, we will use the same cup a million times just because we don't want to use another. Because this cup is *our* cup. It doesn't matter the drink inside. It's the vessel.

Hardcase: Tap water. I'm giving Hardcase Tap Water because I don't know what's going on in there, and I typically have to filter his stuff to get what I want, but in certain contexts he's safe to drink.

Tup: hose water. You know there's something wrong in here, but you can't deny that cold hose water is God tier on a childhood summer day.

Tech: reverse osmosis uv light sterilized water that is then run through yet another filter. It has the most science in it.

Crosshair: rain water from a gutter. It was pure at one point, but it's long and hard journey has made it a bad sippy. With proper filtration and treatment, it will be beautiful once again, and it will be happier for it.

Omega: Dasani. Also reliable, the littlest bottle and the big bottle look the same except stretched out. A solid choice for adding flavor packets, can teach that water so much.

Fox: Bottom shelf vodka ran through a Britta pitcher to make it mid to top shelf vodka. It's been a long day of bullshit. Sometimes, the water is a lie.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Could you tell us about grumpy cat Leona in the nonhuman au?

Rubs hands together.

The big grumpy meow-meow that doesn't meow.

Has toe beans and the fur on his body is the same color as his ears and tail.

Ruggie was a little worried at first about you two getting together cuz of possible extra work or you replacing him for stuff, meaning less money to earn but, nah. You keep Leona from overworking him and actually help Ruggie with a lot of things. He is pleased.

It doesn't happen often, but he may roar in his sleep, and this is a real lion roar. He can sleep through it but you and everyone else in the dorm sure as hell can’t. He gets pissy if you wake him up to stop or go to sleep somewhere else. He will also lick you in his sleep.

It doesn't matter how small you are, he will straight up lay on you and smother you when he feels like it.

He won't tell you but man he loves your praise. So, keep praising his looks, strength, and intelligence. You are probably the only thing that makes him want to put the effort into showing off. It becomes mandatory for you to come to his Spelldrive matches, please, do it for the good of the school.

He’s actually really good about not nicking you with his claws.

Loves to bite, nibble, and scrape his fangs against your skin.

When he first brings you home the first thing his brother blurts out is “Why are they small?” His wife of course scolds him and tells him “You can't just ask humans why they're small!”

Scents you as soon as you are out of the shower, he will also stare right at the person you're talking to as he rubs his chin against the top of your head, scenting you in public.

You will groom his main for him.

He refuses to call your petting...well petting. He keeps calling it grooming. He will be demanding that you do it though. Kind of like those cats that yell and head bonk you until you do it, except he will straight up lay his whole body on you if you try ignoring it. I hope you like being smothered by big meaty lion-man tits.

Leona has lots of good traits but let's all remember that, in canon, Leona in plain terms: is an arrogant and domineering man who’s as prideful as he is lazy. He tends not to waste his energy on those he deems inferior to him and is only willing to cooperate with others if it benefits him in some way. In the same vein, he puts little to no effort into activities that don’t interest him, like when it comes to his studies.

Now don’t get me wrong, he's also the type to see it as unfair and demeaning to treat others differently based on their inherent status, and wants to compete with others on a level playing field. Still, we've seen he isn’t above using underhanded tactics to ensure success. The guy is willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself as a worthy leader, the dominant lion, even if it means playing dirty.

Also stated on the wiki “Leona has stated he is intimidated by the women of the Sunset Savanna because they are much physically stronger and more strong-willed than the men, including himself. Ruggie corroborates this statement. This follows the biology of many savanna animals, such as lions and hyenas, wherein the females are hunters and typically dominant in nature.” and “It's only at Night Raven College, where he's treated as an equal, that Leona attempts to seek the dominion he cannot achieve back home.” 

Now add the extra dominance stuff that goes on with regular lions and add THAT onto a now even more beast-like Leona with his personality and with him actively looking to achieve that dominance plus you being a weak magicless human in a world of big strong beasts. You are not gonna be the one leading this relationship, even if you identify as a girl, cuz you are not a Sunset Savanna one.

Of course, Leona respects you though, he wouldn't have taken you as his mate if he didn't but…he’s a dick.

Now, your role? He expects certain to go like in the wild. You and him are your own pride with Ruggie and Jack being unofficial members. You know how Ruggie brings him food? That’s your task now. “Male lions defend the pride’s territory while females do most of the hunting.” Doesn't matter if you're a dude and…Ha, no he doesn't expect you to actually hunt. But he’s gonna want you to bring him food. (he gives you the money for it and then some, get yourself something nice) Expect his head on your lap, a pleased grin on his face as you hand-feed him.

If you tell him he went too far he’ll back off but…really likes comparing you to him, but in ways that show that he’s bigger and stronger. Teases you about being a weak little herbivore and how easy it would be to eat you.

His tongue has a bit of a rough texture but not nearly as rough as a regular lion's so you don't have to worry about the meat being scraped from your bones by it when he intensely grooms you.

(Talking about his junk and lion mating facts below)

Another thing he shares with his animal counterpart is penile spines, also known as barbs, luckily for you, lion beastmen evolved enough to wear they aren't the painful kind and are more like small nubs. Though they do have a similar reaction of stimulation ovulation and form a “genital lock”, basically it has a cat version of a knot. So, quickies aren't gonna be as quick and you will be subjected to mandatory after-sex cuddles.

As for the whole “going into heat” thing, female lions are only receptive to mating for a brief period, usually lasting three to four days, and they will go at it every 20-30 minutes for as long as the heat lasts. Humans don't go into heat, but the cooch havers do ovulate, which beastmen can in fact smell and will take this as you going into heat and he, unless told no, will react accordingly. Though…even with how he is it would be funny if it’s one of the times instincts kick in cuz…the thing is female lions can be pretty damn aggressive about it so imagine it’s the first time and he’s just laying there expectantly and looking annoyed, wondering why you haven't hopped on top of him and ravaged him yet.

Though another thing with lions is males will mount another male to excerpt dominance so imagine talking too much shit and you end up getting pinned down and humped by a pissed-off Leona.

[ambiguous-avery]

Regrets and Second Chances

Sam Winchester x fem!Reader/You | Word Count: 2848

Summary: After hunting side by side with the Winchesters for a few months, you thought that you had been reading the signs between you and Sam correctly. The lingering touches, the shared glances, the late-night conversations on the hood of the Impala. But he turned you down. And even with a broken heart, you’ll still come running if it means helping him.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, open-ish ending, pining, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, canon-typical violence, no beta we die like men

A/N: Alright this thing has been in my drafts for literal months. I think I’ve finally gotten it into a spot I’m happy with.

Sam didn’t drink.

Not often, at least. And when he did, it wasn’t much. So this was an extra special low for him. A different night for him. Which was why Sam found himself seated at a dimly lit bar, setting the empty shot glass back down in front of him. He didn’t get how Dean could drink this stuff like water. It burned all the way down and tasted acrid on his tongue.

Like a mix of regret and gasoline. Like a reminder of something better left forgotten. And tonight? Forgetting was exactly what Sam needed. He waved down the bartender, asking for another shot of whatever he just had. Whiskey, he was sure. He might have been well built, but Sam didn’t have the same tolerance for alcohol like Dean did. And even if he did, he wasn’t sure Dean would’ve been completely unaffected by three back-to-back shots. By now, Sam was already nursing a very comfortable buzz. But a buzz wasn’t enough to forget.

“I really like you, Sam. Do you think… do you think you’d wanna try the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing with me?” you had asked, looking over at him while wringing your hands together. It was so out of character for you. He knew you as the capable hunter who had run with them for the past several months.

You had always been able to keep up with them. Surpassed both him and Dean occasionally whether it was by identifying the creature they had been hunting before them or putting it down before it could harm someone else. It was impressive. And he would be a damn liar if he said he didn’t feel any attraction to you. Though, he couldn’t fathom how someone like you would be interested in someone like him. You could’ve had anyone you wanted. And you’d pick him, of all people?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think it would be a good idea,” Sam replied quietly. Your soft, “oh” was more than enough to break his heart. He only saw the briefest moment of disappointment cloud your eyes before he couldn’t bear to watch it, and he turned away. He was too weak to look you in the eye.

“Is it because of the hunting lifestyle?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, and if it hadn’t just been the two of you outside on the hood of the Impala, he might not have heard it. “Because I’m willing to try and make it work, Sam. I care about you more than anything else.”

“It’s not just that,” he muttered. Of course you would fight. It would’ve been so unlike you to just roll over and accept that open-ended answer. “I don’t feel that way about you,” he said. Like a liar. He felt a pang in his chest, his own words wrapping around his heart and constricting it. It was hard to breathe. He wanted to be anywhere but there. To say anything except the words he was saying. But it was for the best.

You had stopped hunting with them shortly after that.

It had been for your protection, he kept telling himself. To shield you from the darkness that clung to him and his brother like a curse. But now, sitting alone in the crowded bar, he questioned if that really had been the smartest choice. He knew that he cared about you far more than he was willing to admit. But it was too dangerous. He didn’t exactly have the best track record of romantic partners. Everyone eventually was taken from him. Sam was determined to keep you off of that list.

He knocked back the shot that had been set in front of him and tapped the bar for another. The alcohol seared his throat, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the pain of telling you no. Even if it was the right thing, it didn’t make it any easier. What was done was done. You had left, and that was probably the best decision you could’ve made. The further away you were from him, the safer you would be. The alcohol made it easier to believe. 

Another shot burned through him. 

The things he would give to turn back the clock and try it again. Maybe it didn’t have to be an outright declination. Maybe he could’ve given it a chance, and when it crashed and burned on its own, the two of you could’ve remained friends. He could’ve done something differently that didn’t lead to the bridge between you burning to ashes. 

His phone was in his hand, a message typed out before he caught himself. Was he desperate enough to beg you for another chance? Swaying slightly on the bar stool, he blinked a few times, as if it would clear his vision. It didn’t.

Miss tpy in sorry olease come bacj

His thumb hovered over the backspace button before a voice next to him drew his attention.

“Sam?”

And he turned to see you sitting on the bar stool next to him, looking just as perfect as the day you had walked away from him. His heart pounded in his chest, the alcohol taking hold in his system and making it hard for him to discern whether this was real or a figment of his imagination. Sam reached out tentatively, his hand trembling as it hovered in the air between you. You smiled softly at him. He breathed your name, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the illusion.

“I shouldn’t have left things like that,” you said softly, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek. He sighed audibly at the contact, and you drew closer, half sliding off of the stool you were on. “Could we maybe try a do-over?”

His eyes went wide, disbelief warring with hope as he met your gaze. A wave of emotions flooded through him, the path made easy by the alcohol. It felt like a dream, something too good to be true. But your warmth against his hand. The earnest look in your eyes. Those were real. You were real.

He couldn’t be bothered to question the logistics of it all. Couldn’t be bothered by the little voice in the back of his head screaming that something about this whole thing was off. The universe was giving him another chance, and he wasn’t about to squander it.

He wet his lips, and a flicker of something ignited in Sam’s chest, partially dispelling the numbness that had begun to sink into his bones. A hesitant smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he nodded slowly. The weight on his chest lifted slightly, replaced by a fluttering sense of anticipation. A do-over. A chance to make things right. To let himself feel what he had been denying for so long. He leaned closer to you, whispering,

“A do-over sounds good.” Your smile widened, and you pressed your lips against his.

It was better than Sam ever could’ve imagined.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if Sam were worried that showing you too much of his desperation would cause you to turn and run. But then something shifted, a mutual understanding between you. Your hand slid up to cup Sam’s jaw gently, deepening the kiss. And – oh – there it was. Warmth bloomed within Sam’s chest, chasing the alcohol in his veins like wildfire. This was right. You were right.

Why had he ever fought this in the first place? His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. Everything about you was intoxicating. Your scent. Your taste. The way your fingers threaded through his hair. The bar around the two of you disappeared. The noise dulled to a distant hum. All that was left was you.

The kiss broke, but you didn’t pull away completely. Your forehead rested against his, breaths mingling in the space between you. He was sure you could smell the whiskey on his breath, but in that exact moment, he couldn’t muster up the energy to care. You were there. You had been willing to give him a second chance, and the world was set right again.

Things were going to be okay. Until they weren’t. He saw your brow furrow. It was a brief, subtle thing, but Sam had watched you for long enough that even if he had an entire bottle of alcohol coursing through his system, he was confident that he could pick out all your mannerisms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, mirroring your concerned look.

“There’s a girl in the corner booth who keeps looking at you.” You glanced over your shoulder, likely in the direction of the girl in question, but when Sam followed your gaze, he didn’t see anyone. 

“She’s no one, baby,” he said, looking back at you.

“She’s looking at you like she’s someone. I just got you, and I don’t want to have to share you with someone else.” Sam gently cupped your cheek with a hand, guiding your eyes back to his.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

The motel door couldn’t have closed behind him fast enough, and he pressed you against it, kissing you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Because you were. He had you, and he wasn’t about to give you up for anything in the world. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he groaned when your nails raked along his scalp.

Your skin was soft beneath his fingers as they roamed over your body, and Sam fought through the alcohol to memorize every curve and dip of you. His lips trailed down your neck, reveling in the soft sigh you let out. For the briefest moment, Sam regretted the fact that he had drank so much. But as he felt his cock stir in his pants, his concern over potential whiskey-dick flew out the window. 

A sudden pounding on the door startled the two of you apart, like two teenagers who had just been caught by their parents.

“Sam!” came a muffled voice from behind the door. “Sam, open the door!” Sam pulled you away from the door, carefully tucking you behind him as he eyed the door warily. Somewhere in his drunken haze, he thought he might have recognized the voice. 

“Stay behind me,” he said quietly. He peeked through the spyhole of the door and knit his brows together. Maybe the alcohol had hit him harder than he originally thought because Sam was seeing double. He tentatively cracked the door open a few inches. Lo and behold, there you were standing in front of him, a grim look of determination etched into your features. “Who are you?” he asked before he could stop himself. That didn’t make any sense. He already had you in the room with him.

Your expression shifted, changing to a mix of hurt and confusion.

“It’s me,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Sam shook his head.

“No you’re not,” he argued. There was a faded scar across your cheek that you had gotten when a ghost got you real good with a vase. And the you in his room didn’t have that. She was perfect. You were perfect.

“Sam, it’s me. You need to listen to me,” you insisted, bullying your way into the room and reaching out a hand as if to grab him. Sam flinched back instinctively, unsure of what was happening. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was going on, but it was like he was moving through honey. The alcohol slowed his thoughts. He wasn’t as quick as he normally was.

“You were here on a hunt, weren’t you, Sam?” you asked him. He turned around to look at you, and you were stunning. You always were. He nodded slowly.

“Yeah, a hunt,” he echoed. Why had he gone and gotten drunk on a hunt? That was incredibly irresponsible of him. Your expression grew serious.

“It’s the same reason I’m here. I was following the same clues you were. You got too close, and now that thing is here to kill you.” And suddenly everything made sense. The people suddenly killing those they were closest to? And now for the creature to take on your appearance? How had he not seen it before? God, you were so smart and incredible. He loved you.

Your hunter instincts kicked in moments before Sam’s did, and as he rounded on you suddenly with a raised fist, you ducked to the side, tugging the bronze dagger from the sheath strapped to your leg. Without hesitation, you spun around, the blade glinting in the dim motel room light. Sam tripped forward, unbalanced by his own momentum.

You sidestepped his next attempt to grab you, his movements clumsied by the alcohol. He overshot his grasp and instead got nothing but air. The alcohol had slowed his reflexes, and you intended to take full advantage of it. Without that, Sam would’ve outpaced you with his height and weight.

With another swift movement, you lunged forward, throwing your shoulder into his chest, and since he didn’t have the best footing to begin with, he stumbled backwards, catching himself much less gracefully than normal. You swiped with your dagger, aiming for a clean strike at Sam’s side, but he managed to sway out of reach just in time, the tip of the blade just barely grazing his shirt. His eyes went wide as you advanced, your movements fluid and controlled and practiced.

Without his usual coordination, Sam’s long limbs were a curse, and you needed to press that advantage before the adrenaline sobered him up. You made a feint to the left then dipped right when he committed to his movement and dragged your blade across his bicep, mentally apologizing as he hissed in pain. You went for a second pass, messily smearing his freshly-drawn blood along his arm and your dagger.

The other you in the room had made a slow but steady path to the open door, and as you turned to her, she booked it. She might have been quick, but you were quicker, and you tackled her before she made it out of the room, your dagger plunged deep into her back. She crumpled to the floor, letting out an inhuman screech that sounded just enough like you to send a shiver down your spine.

Sam stared at the creature then at you, his eyes wide with confusion and the lingering effects of alcohol. His hand pressed against the cut on his arm, blood seeping between his fingers.

“You…” he started, swaying slightly where he stood. “How did you know?”

You wiped the blade clean on your jeans.

“Dean figured it out pretty quickly once you guys came into town. Lots of similarities to your first siren hunt. He said you weren’t doing so great… so he called me.” You dropped your gaze to the motel carpet.

“And you came,” Sam said. You wet your lips, nodding slowly.

“I… wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Sam stared at you for a long moment, his gaze softening. You glanced up at him, frowning. He was looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, and the energy in the room shifted, turning into something dangerous. More charged. Your breath caught in your throat. No. He couldn’t do that to you.

Sam drew closer to you, and you brandished the knife in your hand, its blade parallel with your forearm. It didn’t deter him. In fact, he leaned down until the blade was pressed flush against his neck, his pulse pounding beneath his skin against it.

“Don’t fuck with me, Sam,” you warned, though the heat in your voice wasn’t as searing as you had liked. “I am not in the mood to be fucked with right now.”

The weapon trembled in your hand. All of you trembled as he focused his attention on you. That’s all you had ever wanted. Just not like this. He moved – slowly, in case you decided to draw more of his blood – to cup your cheeks in his hands, his warmth seeping into you, grounding you. 

“I’m sorry. For everything. I was wrong,” he said softly. And you could see it in his eyes. The longing and desire and care and every sign you thought you had seen before deciding to confess your feelings to him in the first place. They were all still there. You hadn’t been imagining it. “Please, let me love you.”

And the words broke you.

The knife slipped from your fingers and dropped to the ground. 

“I thought that’s what you’ve been doing the last few months,” you managed to get out before the first sob wracked your body. You wanted to look down, not let Sam see you cry over him for a second time. But he tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“Then let me love you better.”

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[midnight1nk]

Do you have any head cannons for Smg4 (or other characters in general) you’d like to share?

Oh man, do I! I gathered them in a list for yall right here, and I did section them on character for convenience:

4’s very specific coffee order: Cyanide Latte with 10 shots of espresso and 5 spoons of sugar

4’s guilty pleasure is romcoms (what started off as “romance research” to "i really am a hopeless romantic fuck")

As 4 canonically had a DeviantART account, he currently has a secret Tumblr account for his current art. He is "a bit of an artist himself" /ref. Mostly just to lurk lol

4 has all of his scars. Yes, all of them. IGBP, lobotomy, Enough is Enough, etc. He feels a bit insecure about them, and it's his own guilt reminding him bc it was caused from his own doing, so he hides them away when he cans. Clothes and hat/hair cover most of them but not all, like the scar across his left cheek and jawline (might use concealer if he absolutely needs to).

At times, especially when working too hard, he gets a shock of pain in his fingers and left arm. Yes, for IGBP reasons!!

4 would absolutely be a flower guy, he would be the kind who loves white lilies and sunflowers. Yea, those specifically. I mean, chat, give him a flower crown. just saying.

↑ (I wouldn’t consider this a hc, it’s more an AU but anyway) Past the woods surrounding the Showgrounds is a cliff overlooking the sea of the Mushroom Kingdom, a field filled with white lilies. 4 would it by accident one night after experiencing a terrible nightmare and claimed this place to be a secret spot whenever he desperately needed to take his mind off the bad stuff. For the people who read my fics, yall already know ;)

3 has fangs as part of “evil appearance”. Listen, it works, trust.

3 would own a motorcycle, or at least know how to ride one. like *sigh* yeah /pos. I mean, wouldn't that be sick tho?

3 still has those pink reading glasses from “Meme Hunters” (the brown ones he had in “Mario’s Bike Trip” were his spare)

3 would enjoy jazz. “you like jazz?~” was one of the reasons why, for the shits and giggles, but it’s also bc he genuinely likes it. Another one, this one a lot more personal, it’s the music he and Terrance would dance to back in the Internet Graveyard. 3 would play a few songs in the cafe on quiet days.

4 & 3 have a “birthmark” of their USB arrows on their wrist, the palm’s side. Appearance-wise, it’s faint and it glows in their respective colors whenever the two have to use meme powers (stronger glow when they have to hold hands)

For the characters who wear gloves (3/4/Puzzles/Mario/etc), the garments themselves are “the hands version of socks”, I’ll explain what I mean. The basic premise is that, for them, they don’t typically take them off unless it’s for hygiene reasons or if the wearer has established a close relationship, such as family, trusted friends, romantic partners, etc. You get the point. It certainly takes a lot of vulnerability and trust to do it. But obviously they have to take them off to bathe, swim, etc. So yeah, like socks :)

↑ related to that, 3 absolutely paints his nails

Meggy still has her inkling ears even after her redesigns

Tari would be great at handling a katana. idk I just thought it would be badass for her. (also bc of Metarunner lol)

With the exception of Boopkins, no one in the Crew is straight and/or cis (like Bob ftm and lesbian Meggy)

she/he transfem Puzzles (also WPNZ would be transfem)

and ofc 🗣️🎤 HETEROCHROMIA 4:

This is definitely not all my headcannons, they do be lying around in different google docs, but here's some nonetheless!!

thanks for the ask!

[foulfeast]

Need to organize today but some thoughts on Bitchmare vs ou/tlast characters (first game with the assumption that they would be at mount massive)

Spacing for character names bc meh i dont wanny this in the main tags 😅

M I L E S U P S H U R / W A Y L O N P A R K

Realistically would literally be chill as fuck. The gameplay makes them out to be very avoidant, and at worst Bitchmare would come around sniffing them, and leave them be when they get no response. Park is much more lost & confused and Bitchmare might develop a strong care instinct, though.

However if I think about them as an enemy variant for funsies, one of them could be mistaken to show agression towards Puppy (their baby/wolfskull) and trigger the typical mama bear instinct: maul.

Cont under cut

G E N E R A L P A T I E N T S

Most likely to treat them like stray cats? Pspsps-ing them, feeding them. A lot of them would probably be scared. Honestly I don't think its out of realm of reality that if a patient was open to being cradled and cared for they would just start guarding that person. Mostly I think people would just run from the gangly slendermanlike figure crawling over furniature, though. Agressive ones would get put in time out. You can try to imagine what that is urself.

F A T H E R M A R T I N

Now this is actually really interesting since Bitchmare does have some Virgin Mary theming. If he had some previous info on Bitchmare & was open to pool their collective delusions, there could be something weird there. Bitchmare themself would probably treat him w some reverence too: he's calm, vunerable, he's bringing people together.. it's very possible that Bitchmare would straight up listen to him and fulfill his requests. They are headstrong, but they're just as lost as most of the patients. I don't think religion would be a draw for Bitchmare, EXCEPT if Martin was truly treating them as an immaculate mother, as it would validate them a lot. That they would lean into for shore.

T H E T W I N S

Oh my god i think instant baby. Big grotesque hunters. Bitchmare is treating them like juveline wolves learning to hunt. They're more... lucid than Bitchmare, and their interactions would really depend on how they react to them. If allowed, Bitchmare would be licking their heads clean and dragging them ... stuff to eat. Out of all characters they could also pose Bitchmare the greatest threat, let them get close and ambush. But honestly I think it would be poetically a delight to Bitchmare too. They would see it as some kind of beautiful matriphagy cycle.

C H R I S W A L K E R

An another one that would be a genuine threat to Bitchmare- the problem being that Walker just has such a strong mission and would not be able to chill w the killing. If that wasn't the case, Bitchmare would even probably have a positive, pack like approach to him- he's stong, big, why not make friends? However, it would be best if these two just straight up avoided eachother, Walker would kill them but get mauled in the process.

R I C H A R D T R A G E R

Genuinely kinda unsure what tf would happen here. Ricky could probably manipulate them? But also Bitchmare wouldn't love his lil clinic? They would immediately get attached to the babies (victims). Im unsure. Worst case scenario IS him being able to turn Bitchmare into some kind of guard dog. Pretend that Puppy is sick and offer help in extange for help? I dont wanna think about it they would be such a destructive combo. Smth smth abt how capitalism takes advantage of parents? Anyways on the other hand i think in a fight Bitchmare could take him so gbless

Comes down to- they're not really that agressive, in fact they seek social interaction very actively ! Just don't touch their baby or express any threating behaviour towards it.

[writeastormsblog]

Show Me My Silver Lining (TFTBL Rhys/Fiona Fanfiction) - Chapter 10

SUMMARY: A fan-written continuation of the lives of the Atlas CEO and Pandoran Vault Hunter. Canon-aligned with TFTBL, but not with game 3. What happened after the vault? How does the beloved duo continue growing together? Rhyiona ship including slow burn, fluff, and banter. Enjoy!

(art made by using Canva)

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CHAPTER TEN: Aliens Were That Creative

—The Next Day—

In an old breakroom of crashed Helios, Vaughn was rummaging through some cabinets. While he was sorting out supplies, Rhys and Fiona, back in their typical venture attire, showed up.

“Hey, guys! You made it!” Vaughn grinned.

“Hey, yourself,” Fiona greeted, touching the brim of her hat.

“It’s always great to see you, man.” Rhys bro-fisted him. “The beard’s as full as ever. It looks awesome. Heh, maybe I should let my facial hair grow out.”

“Maybe don’t.” Fiona laughed, semi-amused by the thought of Rhys in a mustache.

“What? You think I couldn’t pull it off?”

She shrugged. “You already look good, clean shaven.” She paused as she registered her own words. 

“Oh—“ Rhys was momentarily caught by surprise. Fiona’s face warmed as he gave a shy smile. “Heh, uh—“

“‘Cause y’know,” Fiona quickly said. “It’s easier to make fun of your face when it’s not covered up.” Rhys quirked a brow at her, and even she knew that was a horrible save. 

“Yeah? We don’t want to take away how much you can see my annoying face, do we?” Rhys said with a new confidence in his tone. Vaughn looked between the two, confused, but grinning. 

Fiona clenched her jaw, quickly turning back to Vaughn before she’d end up spitting on Rhys again. “Anyways, back to the plan, or whatever the plan is exactly,” Fiona nonchalantly went. “You explained there’s a huge pile of Rakk nests nearby, and from the swarms dive-bombing us on the way here, I don’t doubt it.”

“Yeah, it’s crazy big. They keep harassing the Children of Helios, and they’re why we haven’t gotten far on neighborhood construction yet. So, the plan: You, me, and Rhys head out. We’ll take a couple jeeps that were found abandoned near our base. It should all be fixed up by Janey soon enough.” Vaughn continued to pack supplies at the table, stuff like fruit and water. “The nest pile is at the bottom of a gigantic crater. I figured you guys take one jeep, get around to one side, while I take the other to be back up from my end. In case I gotta fire away and distract any Rakks coming after you guys if they catch onto what you’re up to.”

“Okay, which is what exactly?” Fiona tilted her head.

“Fiona, your job is to keep Rhys alive.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Excuse me?” Rhys crossed his arms. “I can defend myself.” Vaughn and Fiona exchanged a knowing look. Rhys pouted.

“And uh, when it comes to you, Rhys,” Vaughn turned to him, then hesitated. “I figured to let you be the one holding onto… something I wasn’t sure Fiona would be exactly okay with.” Vaughn worriedly glanced at Fiona as he went to a bottom cabinet. Upon opening, he revealed a Hyperion briefcase, identical to the old one except quite larger. Fiona froze. “It’s uh… yeah. It’s another Hyperion case with a biometric lock. A uh, bomb in it that’ll set off once you try to override my bio signature.” Vaughn shifted from one foot to the other. “This should take out the nests,” he finished quietly.

Rhys and Vaughn looked at Fiona, but she turned herself away from them.

“Fiona?” Vaughn said. “You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable with it. I wasn’t sure if it would matter to you or not…”

“It’s fine,” she said, still not facing them. Her fists clenched. “Let’s do it.” Not a waver in her voice, but there was a coldness she couldn’t bite back. On the inside, a brutal wave of bitter emotions swept over her; anger, sadness, betrayal, confusion. All tied to a rotten old conman. Felix. His face when he told her that they’re family when he grabbed the case. Him running off after he failed to secure the money for himself. That utterly selfish, filthy, coward of a man—

“Fiona,” Rhys said softly behind her, as if he was worried he’d scare her off.

She stayed silent for a beat. “Let’s go,” she said. She quickly walked out without another word.

…

Back when the money blew up and Felix ran off, Fiona constantly went back and forth in her mind. She was glad he lived, but hated he left. And she helped him leave her. She helped him leave Sasha.

“I can’t believe you let him live,” Sasha spat. “Why did you warn that son of a bitch? Should’ve let that case explode right in his face!”

But Fiona couldn’t do that. She couldn’t have let this man who took care of them die like that. The closest thing they had to a father with no one else to look out for them but one another. Before they met him, they struggled snagging wallets, eating out of the trash, trying to have anything to survive. Then they met him in an attempt to pickpocket the man.

When they tried to pickpocket Felix, he didn’t even get mad. He could’ve hurt them. He could’ve killed them, and no one would have cared or even noticed. Instead, amused by their mischievous ways, he fondly took them in as his own. He taught them how to get around life the way he lived it. From that angle, then, maybe that’s all it ever was. Maybe he didn’t raise them because he cared about them for them. Maybe he raised them for him to get around life the way he lived it; to make a big cash-grab after making them do all the dirty work. He didn’t want to raise children– He wanted to raise criminals to reap something as big as ten million dollars. Their time together had to have been all a part of using Fiona and Sasha in the end. But then…

She’d remember Felix teaching her how to drive, scolding as she’d twist and turn the caravan just to make Sasha laugh as they were thrown about. Fiona would remember his many CDs of classical music, tiredly listening as he looped it over and over, and her eventually knowing how every song goes without knowing any of the names. She’d recall in her teens how she and Sasha would rock-paper-scissors for the last slice of pizza before realizing Felix snagged it, and they’d giggle while getting back at him by stealing and hiding his stuff in different places. 

And in between all of those memories, Fiona saw him as an old conman with that Hyperion briefcase in his hand. From first learning how to drive, to Felix insisting to her that they were family and that will never change. Felix’s redundant music and her and Sasha’s payback pranks, to the moment of Felix sending down the old caravan as Fiona struggled to crawl out. And then he saved Sasha. He wasn’t even there, but he did save her. Felix saved Sasha. That watch was his gift to her, so really, what did any of what they had actually mean? Fiona thought she understood him well enough once he took the money for himself, but then he left them that watch. Though Fiona was incredibly thankful beyond words, as she wouldn't hesitate to do anything and everything to save her sister's life, Sasha's second chance being from Felix was baffling to an extreme she wasn't sure how to process.

For a while, it was difficult for Fiona to do or have things she would tie back to Felix. Fiona didn’t want to give up her love of reading. She didn’t want to stop living the caravan life. She still treasured and used her roshambo that he made for her. And so for all of that, along with keeping a brave face for Sasha, she chose to repress the confusion and hurt she felt when it came to him and that briefcase. She wanted to pretend that memory of him and the case didn’t exist, didn’t want the hurt to ruin what she had left of him. What good he had done, though his intentions might’ve not been for her and Sasha’s wellbeing at all. For certain, Fiona felt she would never reach out to him. She was too scared to know. Yet at the same time, she wished she would know. She craved closure on what every moment truly meant leading up to the death rally. A part of her wanted to understand more about who he really was, for her to stop being so indecisive about it. She wanted to understand whether she should or shouldn’t hate him. Instead, she settled to pretend him with that briefcase case never happened.

…

Rhys drove while Fiona rode shotgun. They followed Vaughn’s jeep as the familiar sunbaked desert scenery rolled by. Fiona stayed silent, eying the purple rubix cube in her hand. She pocketed it to study on the way to Vaughn’s base camp. She meant to conjure up the possibilities of what it could do or sell for as entertaining thought tangents. Now she just wanted to distract herself from any thoughts of Felix and that case bubbling to the surface again.

“Another alien thing?” Rhys noticed, frowning.

“Yeah,” Fiona said. “Not sure what it does. I might just toss it at the nest to get rid of it. I dunno.” She shrugged. “I found it yesterday. I don’t really want to hold onto it long enough to find out if it eventually induces nightmares.”

“Yeah,” Rhys nodded. “Heh, looks like a rubix cube.” 

“Kinda is, yeah.”

“No portals appear when you turn the pieces?”

“Haven’t messed with it much, but from what little I did, nope.”

“Interesting.” Rhys was quiet for a moment, then opened his mouth, then shut it. His eyes glanced between her and the road ahead.

“I’m fine, Rhys.” Fiona huffed.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I could tell you wanted to.”

“I… yeah. Okay,” Rhys shook his head. “I just… wanted you to know you’re welcome to talk to me about anything. Good or bad, I’m here for all of it. I’m here for you, Fiona.”

A warmth bloomed in her chest, again. Her eyes softened. Why did he have to say something like that? Why couldn’t he leave her alone to repress her ongoing inner turmoil instead of melting her insides with that sincerity in his face and voice—

“Fiona,” Rhys said quietly, so quiet she could barely hear him over the engine and crumbling ground beneath the wheels. He stared straight ahead as he barely spoke, building up the courage to finally admit a simple, but vulnerable, truth. “I um…” His ears were red. “I care about you a lot.”

Fiona’s face felt warm. She mustered a small smile. “I know you care,” she mumbled. I just wish I could understand if Felix really did.

“We’re a team, remember?” He smiled softly. “So, let’s do this together,” Rhys said as they arrived at the crater, but Fiona understood he wasn’t solely referring to the Rakks’ nests. “Woah…”

Fiona looked over the edge as they passed Vaughn and drove around to the opposite side. Her eyes widened. “That’s… that’s big. That’s really, really big.”

At the base of the crater, scattered about were enormous chunks of meteorite. At the crater’s center was the biggest of them all, towering with crooks and crevices, and that’s what housed layers upon layers of swarming Rakks’ nests. The nests were so condensely put together and so incredibly populated that Rakks constantly flew out and replaced one another as they fought over where to perch.

“Well. Please keep me from dying,” Rhys said as they parked behind a massive caving boulder, hiding them and the jeep from sight. 

“That’s my job,” Fiona said warily. She sighed, stepping out and grabbing the combat rifle Vaughn provided.

Vaughn peeked his head out behind the caving boulder he staked out at, waving his arm from the distance. 

Rhys waved his arm back, the Hyperion case in the other. That stupid, ugly case. As Vaughn returned to cover, Rhys turned to Fiona, sucking in a breath. “Ready?”

Fiona nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright,” Rhys took a shaky breath in. “In three.” He began to punch in the code. “Two… One.” Beep beep beep beep—

Rhys flung it as far as he could, and the two hastily ducked into the caving boulder, covering their ears.

Beep beep beep beep beeeeep—

The explosion roared and rumbled the terrain. The ground quaked beneath them, cracking out from the crater. The screeching of Rakk swarms cried out. Rakk carcasses rained from the sky, thudding all around the crater. However, many shadows seem to move on the ground, all casted from above. 

Fiona’s brows furrowed. “How are some of them still alive from that? They shouldn’t be flying still.” She chanced a peek around the boulder, horrified at the result. Many swarms of surviving Rakk continued flying upward from the remaining half of the huge meteorite, screeching with utmost pure wrath. “Damn it, Rhys!” She ducked back behind quickly, hissing, “You only took out half of it!”

“What–!” Rhys glared back. “How is this my fault? The bomb clearly wasn’t big enough!” Rhys yelled.

“You threw too late! Or not far enough— shit!”

“Then you take the case next time, since it’s so easy!” Rhys spat. Recognizing his wording, his face dropped. “Shi— Fiona, I-I didn’t mean—“

“Just shut up, Rhys!” Fiona looked daggers at him as swarms continued screeching overhead. He shrank back. Fiona rubbed her face as Rhys stared at the ground, not exchanging another word between them. After ten minutes of crouching, they opted to sit. It could take maybe hours for the Rakks to calm down and settle again. Who knew when. No doubt if the two tried driving off now, it would catch their attention and set them aggroed.

Fiona looked down and away from Rhys, clutching the rifle against her chest. She heard him flick open the holographic screen from his palm and the sound of texting. 

“Vaughn’s okay,” Rhys said quietly. “And I let him know we’re still alive on our end.” Rhys was met with more silence. “Fiona… I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, Rhys,” Fiona finally said. She sighed, still not meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. That yell wasn’t really meant for you. You’re not the one I’m actually frustrated at.”

“I know. I figured…” Rhys ran a hand through his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?” She shook her head, clenching her jaw. “You were there when it happened.”

“I’m not asking you to talk about what happened. I’m asking if you want to talk about how you feel from what happened.”

“Wh— How do you think I feel?!” She snapped, then froze. Rhys didn’t flinch, though. When Fiona guiltily met his gaze, all she saw was worry in his eyes.

“I know you’re hurting,” he said. “It’s alright.”

“No,” Fiona sighed, sadly eying him. “It’s not. It’s not right for me to take it out on you. You’re my friend, not my punching bag, Rhys.”

“I don’t know. You kinda punch me a lot, literally.” He smirked. “Also, did you just admit we’re friends twice now?”

Fiona gave a tired smile. “You never stop, do you?”

“I haven’t heard you admit that since that time in Scooter’s garage. I was starting to think it was all a dream.”

She chuckled. “You’d dream about me, huh?”

Rhys’s face reddened, and Fiona blinked, not intending that. She eyed him for a moment. Briefly, she entertained an idea: Could I… be the ‘someone else’? Strange, but wouldn’t it make sense if she was the one he meant? Why else did he keep getting flustered or at least seemingly flustered around her if it wasn’t the case? No, Fiona. It could be all in your head. It’s better to not get your hopes up. Besides, you’re still figuring out what he really means to you for sure.

“So,” Fiona continued. She sighed, setting her gun aside. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Felix tried to reach out to me. Sort of.”

Rhys frowned. “He did?”

“I kept getting calls from an unknown contact not too long ago. Eventually he left a voicemail, but,” Fiona shook her head. “I couldn’t deal with it. The moment I played his voicemail and heard him say hello to me, I hit delete.” She dragged a hand down her face. “I can’t stand his voice, even though maybe some part of me misses it,” she then admitted. She glanced at Rhys. He looked thoughtful.

“Do you ever want to talk to him again?” Rhys asked.

“No.” Fiona frowned. “Yes? I don’t know.”

“Well, what makes you say no, and then yes?”

“Uh… ‘No’ because I’m worried I won’t like answers to questions I have, and ‘yes’ because I’m tired of not knowing the answers.” She leaned her head back against the wall. “I keep replaying moments Sasha and I had with him, growing up. Look, we never got around to actually calling him, ‘dad,’ but y’know. I don’t know– I’d hate to think that he kinda was that for us because then that means Sasha and I would’ve lost our dad twice.” Fiona knew Rhys’s questioning look, so she quickly answered, “Our mom and dad died from a bandit shootout. We were so young, I don’t grieve about it so much. Really, it’s Felix who stuck around longer, so… When it comes to him, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I should try to talk to him again.”

Rhys nodded. “Well,” he exhaled. “That’s a tough decision to make. To reach back out or not. But if you did, I think that closure might help you,” he gently suggested. “You sound like you’ve been wrestling with questions about him, even if it’s more subconsciously. Maybe a talk will have him put those questions to rest, but that’s your choice. And if you choose not to, you’ll be alright, too. You’ve been doing great, carrying on with your life like you have. So, it’s okay if you don’t bring yourself to, y’know?”

Fiona’s brows furrowed. “You don’t think it’s selfish of me not to? He raised Sasha and I. Even if it might’ve been for his own gain in the end, he still dedicated years to care for us.”

“I mean, you kinda saved his life. After he robbed you and Sasha, then bailed. I’d say the score’s even if there is a tally on owing things. If you didn’t warn him, he wouldn’t even have the chance to talk to you.”

“Yeah…” She tilted her head. “That’s true.”

“If you reach out to him, make sure it’s for you and not for him,” Rhys said firmly. “It’s not selfish, or self-centered. After what he did, you should be trying to take care of yourself. And you’re doing that. Keep doing that. I know you care about him, and you can still choose to have that care with you, but don’t let your care for him cost you any less care towards yourself. You can still care about him without having to cost the care you gotta have for you.”

Fiona smiled, raising a brow. “What kind of weed have you been smoking?”

“Uhm, I can think like this on my own, thank you very much.” Rhys playfully pouted, knowing it would get another chuckle out of Fiona, and there it was again. The warmth. By the end of the conversation, with all his attentive listening and thoughtful words, that warm, good feeling was in her chest, again.

“I’ll talk about it with Sasha sometime when she gets back. I think it’ll be something we decide to do together,” Fiona glanced away, grinning. “But I gotta say, as much as talking to you sometimes drives me insane, sometimes talking to you does the opposite. So, thank you for this.”

“You’re… welcome?” Rhys quirked a brow, wearing a half grin. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”

“Kinda both.” Fiona smiled. She stretched her arms up. “Anyways, I feel a lot better.”

“Heh, good. I’m glad. That’s what really counts.” Rhys leaned forward, massaging his legs. “But it’d be nice if my legs didn’t fall asleep. They’re incredibly numb right now.”

“I think we should be good to get up. Thought it’d take longer, but it sounds like the noise has really died down. Alright, let me help you up.” She stood before him, offering her hands. He smiled as she pulled him to his feet.

“Aghh—! Wow, I can feel pins and needles all over my legs. Feels weird. Stepping sends a shock through them.”

“It’ll pass. Keep stretching and you’ll get that blood circulation back.”

Fiona leaned against the boulder where she could quickly peak around. “I’m gonna give it a minute before checking if the coast is clear. Or doable, at least, to speed the jeep out of here if some are still close enough to want to chase us.” She pulled out the purple rubix cube again, mindlessly fidgeting with it, but not turning the pieces all the way.

“Vaughn just texted and said he spotted most of them back at their nests, but he’s still uncertain to move right now.” Rhys eyed the cube. “Can I see that?”

Fiona shrugged, plopping it into his hand. “Sure, I guess. Just remember we don’t know how it works, so.”

“Hmm…” Rhys scanned it with his ECHO eye. “I still can’t decipher what it means, but the eye is picking up some of the same alien symbols from the vault pendant. Maybe it’s supposed to twist and turn until it spells out something.” Rhys began to toy with it, randomly turning and clicking it about.

“Be careful. We don’t know what it’ll do.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be cautious. Experimenting is how you learn stuff.”

“Um,” Fiona squinted. “The last thing gave me nightmares, remember? For all we know, you could be messing with it and trigger it to explode.”

“Please. Alien rubix cube turns out to be a bomb? I don’t know if they were that creative.” Rhys rotated the sides, clicking again and again, until the cube suddenly lit up bright purple with a ticking noise.

“Uh, Rhys?” Fiona looked at it as it got louder. 

“Uhh— wh-what’s it doing?”

The ticking got louder, more frequent. It began to hurt their ears. The light pulsed to the increasingly fast rhythm, which heavily resembled the sound of a ticking time bom—

“Shit!” Frantic as she realized, Fiona snatched it out of his hands, went ‘round the boulder and threw it down into the crater. 

“Get down!” Fiona ducked back behind, tugging Rhys down with her.

Both covered their ears. Then, silence. Other than the sound of disturbed Rakks. A moment passed as Rhys and Fiona looked at one another, and Rhys shook his head. 

“Well, that didn’t do anything—“

A thundering roar echoed throughout the desert. The alien rubix cube exploded.

…

“Well.” Rhys scratched the back of his head as Fiona glared at him from across the table. They were in the old Hyperion cafeteria. “Yeah. So uh, who knew aliens could be so creative, eh?”

“Alright,” Vaughn said, bringing a bowl of fresh fruit. “We did it! With all the nests officially gone, now we feast, my friends! Cheers!”

Fiona crossed her arms, still glaring at Rhys. He sheepishly grinned.

“Oh come on,” Rhys said. “We succeeded!”

“And survived,” Fiona said, unamused. “Barely.”

“Yep, you kept me alive, so uh. You did your part.” Rhys coyly smiled. 

Fiona sighed. “I guess we could’ve been dead a lot of times before today. Like a lot, since we’ve met.” 

Vaughn happily held out a fruit to her. She tiredly nodded, taking it. 

“I need to go home and read. And sleep.” Fiona sunk her teeth into the treat. “And take more of this for the road,” she muttered while chewing.

[loud-kid2]

Huzzah new headcanons post, this time about Koopa burial rites and other stuff

@peaches2217 @silly-inky @itsavee4117 @eleventhhourfactor @supergay-64 @i-put-the-bi-in-nonbinary @bberetd @rainbogen @silenzahra

So to start of I will say that any Koopa regardless of how they died will eventually become a Dry Bones. Depending on how they died it will take the Dry Bones longer to wake up, if they fell in lava the Dry Bones awakens pretty quickly, if they died in a manner that doesn't cause all their flesh, organs and nerves to disintegrate it will take the Dry Bones quite a while to wake up.

Because everyone knows that Dry Bones will eventually wake up, the Koopas make Graves shallow and easy for the Dry Bones to dig out of. After the Dry Bones wake up they typically do one of two things, they either stay in the Dark Kingdom to continue serving their ruler and families or they go to the land of the dead. If they died due to some sort of head trauma the Dry Bones will be rather air headed and forgetful but nobody really minds and are more than willing to remind them of things, if they were a soldier or guard and want to continue with that line of work they are given easy jobs like guarding Bowser's wine cellar with someone coming down every now and again to keep them on task.

The Bone Piranha Plants are not actually Piranha Plants, they are reanimated things not meant to exist really, but they do nonetheless.

Actual Piranha Plants are kinda like venus fly traps, the only exception is that they activity hunt their food. Their "teeth" are actually thorns

Thought I'd go into detail as to where Alexander, Henry and King live because why not. Alexander lives in a Montane Forest, he chose that spot for his house because he thought it would deter people from trying to go there, he was wrong. The mountain the forest is on is actually one of the access points for the land of the dead, because it's connected to the land of the dead it's a pretty active paranormal hotspot meaning ghost fanatics and hunters frequently break into his house. Another reason they live there is because it's convenient for Rosemarie because she can easily go to the land of the dead for her orchestra job.

Henry lives near a small town close to the Mushroom Kingdom, he lives by the towns graveyard specifically. It's relatively calm and quiet so he likes it there, very few actually wander into his house. He does them a favor by sort of protecting their dead and the graveyard (Blythe keeps the grounds for Henry because he doesn't have the time)

King lives in the Boo Woods, despite the odd person bothering him and his Boos it's a calm place where he can wind down. Later on he has an easier time keeping nosy people out because Luigi lives with him, turns out the best deterrence for the living, is another living person

[hellmersy]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf characters and what class would be in Dungeons and Dragons? (Note that my personal experience with DnD and its classes is strictly limited to Bladur's Gate 3)

I feel like Derek is a shoe-in for an Oath of Vengeance Paladin, maybe an Oathbreaker if you write it so that he refuses to kill Peter after Laura's death because that technically would break the OoV tenets.

Alison would obviously be a Hunter Ranger, or maybe a Rouge of somekind.

Stiles is where I'm kinda stumped though. I feel like he would be drawn to spellcaster classes like Wizard or Bard. Pretty much any class that focuses on spellcasting. Eldritch Knight/Arcane Rouge is debatable but the thought of Stiles swinging around a greatsword to cast Eldritch Blast is really funny to me.

I could see Scott being a nature cleric, mostly because I feel like making him be a druid would be kinda basic/a total cop out. I definitely see him as the healer of the party and the typical folk hero archetype. The leader with a gentle touch you know? (post note: I just realized all the wolves fall into classes that bring some type of healing so pain-drain could still be canon lol)

I'm not even going to go into the races they would play but I'm assuming most of them would be human (Except for Lydia and Allison, they would be a High Elf and Drow respectively. Lydia would be a High Elf Archmage that's probably giving the Goddess of Magic a run for her money).

As for characters like Isaac, Erica, and Jackson.

Jackson and Erica could maybe be Barbarians? They both have that anger issues thing going for them (Erica's anger issues were more subtle but I promise they were there).

Maybe Isaac could also be a cleric? I know there's that one God who's followers are largely victims of abuse and prejudice and stuff like that (Illmater I think???) maybe he focuses more on debuffs for the enemies as opposed to Scott who is the healer.

Boyd would also be a paladin, I don't feel like he falls under any of the Paladin Oaths I know of though. Maybe Oath of Devotion? I feel like him and Derek would be military buddies before joining the party (aka Stiles and Erica dragged them into this halfway through the campaign and they unexpectedly take it very seriously).

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just woke up from 2 EXCELLENT dreams. in one of them i was slowly befriending a monster in monster hunter world (her name was elizabeth andn loved her so much. ily elizabeth the basic-ass brute wyvern). and in the other, content creators bizlychannel and milo mumbles started a new podcast called "Dry But Wet" which was your typical 2 people talking about stuff podcast, except it was them so it was hilarious and the gimmick was they always recorded in some kind of flooded location and complained about being too dry.

[rana-temporaria]

Horror stories amongst the Sindar

-Ok so I hc that the horror stories and folklore are really really popular among the Sindar because their lives are basically horror stories

-They are given hope of a life without bring killed and tormented by Morgoth's creatures

-A great hunter comes and tells them there is a land of light, he will protect them on the journey there

-Their king is missing

-They will not leave without him; They love Elwë, they will be steadfast

-Eventually their kin and the hunter must continue the journey

-The Sindar are left in the darkness once more

-Elwë has been gone a long time, is he dead? They will not leave until they find a body, until their king is laid to rest

-Elwë returns

-Different, ghost white hair and and taller than any of the Quendi

-Elwë has married the kin of the hunter

-Melyanna is her name, is she what kept Elwë?

(Side note I do ship Melian and Thingol; I don't think she trapped him, I personally hc both were enchanted by whatever was wrong with Nan Elmoth)

-Either way, the Sindar grow to love her too; she stands with them against this great darkness

-Horrors surround them on every side

-Travelers are not trusted, too often have they been malicious maia (Too often have there been trails of bodies who'd followed a well traveled guide; who said they knew the way. They did)

-Animals that have been tame and gentle for years suddenly turn violent; no one is surprised

-They are hunted by wolves, and bats, and all sorts of beasts

-Vampire (Freaking canonical! I know I say this every time but it's important to me)

-Horror stories are both warnings and escapes for the Sindar I think

-The main reason it's so popular is to warn each other of new horrors they've found, or old ones catching new victims

-They're very often told to children along side warnings and instructions for danger signs

-Children are often encouraged to share these stories with each to pool knowledge

-Communities often come together to share stories under the stars (there is no sun; There is no reprieve from Morgoth and his evil)

-I hc that the Sindar have a Halloween like holiday! But also very different if that makes sense

-I think this "Halloween" for them actually takes place in what would be winter (listen I know there may not have been seasons before the sun and moon but indulge me)

-During winter most of the Sindar are stuck in their houses (there is the constant fear of their homes being invaded by those who want to hurt them) and often tell stories to pass time, mostly horror stories

-It's considered to be a time to reflect on the horror and try to understand it, so they may one day defeat it

-There are costumes in a festival that takes place on the last three days of winter

-Like irl Halloween this originates with the idea of tricking spirits and costumes are worn by adults and children alike

-Masks are worn by all except Melian, whose very presence scares malicious creatures

-The festival typically has a feast to celebrate the end of winter and a large bonfire is made where Melian, Thingol, and later Luthien will stand and tell stories

-There are also smaller scattered bonfires where family groups sit if they want to avoid the bustle of the large bonfire

-There are also appointed guards surrounding to keep watch for danger in Morgoth's creatures; not even a festival is safe

-Family groups will also appoint a watcher who must watch for danger, they take shifts of every 3 hours

-Melian is the watcher for both her family and the whole festival, in case the guards miss anything, she doesn't take shifts until Luthien is older and insists on watching for 1 day of the festival so her mother can enjoy the festivities too

-Thingol doesn't watch like they do because it takes Maia Stuff to keep an eye on the whole festival

-The location of the festival moves everytime, with no pattern (this is because they do not want Morgoth or his creatures to ambush them, which is easy to do if they will be in the same place in the same time every year)

-Once Melian's veil goes up the location of the festival continues to move, mostly out of habit and tradition, it takes place at night even when the sun appears

-There's a twist to the stories told at the festival, they are mostly unrealistic and silly horror stories meant to take your mind off of real horror

-Creatures that steal all of your left socks being an example of a story that might be told at this festival

-Stories in this festival are meant to be a sort of relief to the real and disturbing horror stories used as warnings for the rest of the winter

That's all I got for now

[a-smol-bean]

so uh

I forgot to post the art and lore...

This is gonna be a LONG post

Everything is under the cut

Sun! ft. Hands!

So about his rays because teehee

I'm pretty sure I mentioned this in an earlier chapter, but in case I didn't, they work like ears. They bend and flex to help him convey emotion, but the only ones that move are the large rays. I kind of wanted it to be like rays of light, because light bends and moves, but that was mostly just concept stuff.

I also have a singular Moon to present because his hat is annoying to draw

So his little silly quirky thing he can do is "waxing" and "waning." He is able to darken parts of his face to replicate the different stages of the moon. He typically stays in a "full moon" state, but sometimes when he's hunting or being sneaky, he'll go into "new moon" mode.

Now for a teensy bit of important-to-know lore for chapter 9!

When Sun and Moon's species gets super stressed or experience high negative emotions, not including anger/rage/fury/whatever other synonym you want to use, they start seeing in "scribbles." I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but everything gets a "quick sketch" sort of look, and colors don't go where they belong.

I drew this too to help visually

Uh if you wanna know

Sun: But why? What did I do wrong? Didn't you love me? I thought you loved me...

Moon: Shit... Where did it all go wrong? What is wrong with me..? I know you're angry... Just come out and say it.

Not gonna explain the dialogues because they'll make sense later in the story.

Another one that's on the same page:

Behind [reader] it says: "I WANT DEATH" THEY SING

And next to them: CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD

The little bubble is just saying what I did earlier about vision going weird.

I would say more but that would end up spoiling some stuff and building the world where I don't want it built yet.

But I CAN give you this little number I wrote in response to a comment:

So, the origin of the Corps, where you work. I stated so in an earlier reply, but Vampires are their own species. Much like other animals, they've coexisted with humans since the beginning of time. Because of this, every human knew of their existence, and there weren't any myths about them or anything. It was even common to be romantically and/or sexually involved with them, but Vampires hunger for blood and are strictly carnivorous. And what kind of blood and meat do they cherish and desire the most? Human. Because of this, when they would get with a human, the Vampires would request blood. There were no qualms except for the occasional human or Vampire that hated the other species.

But one day, a group of Vampires raided a village, killing every last human in it, some even turning on their own kind and killing them. The murders were brutal, and caused a stirrup within those humans who resented Vampires. They rallied together and decided to start a group of humans who hunted Vampires.

Eventually, humans and Vampires got to the point where they were always at each other's throats - sometimes literally. This caused human governments to unite to create the Humans Against Vampires for Human Safety and Preservation Corporation, which soon became known as the Hunter Corps.It is now seen as an honorable sacrifice to die to a Vampire as a Hunter, and this is part of the reason that the reader joined the Corps.

Another comment response because someone was confused about if Sun was a Vampire too or not:

They are both the same species of creature, but Moon is also Vampire. I guess you can think of it like if a cow became a vampire, it would be a vampire cow, not just a vampire.The Vampires in this universe work like your typical vampire, where they can turn people with their bites, but they were originally their own separate species.

Okay I'm done yapping I promise lol. If you aren't reading it yet and want to now that you have ✨lore✨and ✨official art✨ here's the link: Everyone Has Some Good In Them