#‘hit every branch coming down’ I CANT

[ruumirmir]

"Hey, hey- did you hear? Lord Regrator promoted someone as the new branch manager of our bank!"

"Don't tell me... it's him, isn't it?"

"But of course, I heard the harbinger is playing favorites now-"

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕪'𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖

When you feel the caress of a mask; an identity, Who do you become?

Finished cooking Pantalone's Loverboy a little bit more with this character layout. While a good chunk of his aesthetic has been pinned down, I probably won't go further to draw any sort of outfit or character design for him. As of now, I'm keeping his finer details ambiguous enough to classify as a M!reader. @eluxcastar comrade wake up new Loverboy content just dropped.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤

Under the hierarchy of Regrator's ordinance, Fatuus above a certain level of authority don masks signifying their position. Ordinary agents working with classified business information must never run the risk of disclosing their identities after all. One such mask, dipped in a red of warning and adorned with a platinum wing on it's brow is the telltale identity of the bank's Venator Dux. Whether you stand against him in a negotiations meeting, or battle, he's no less intimidating without the mask.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Hydro represents faith, regardless of how misguided it maybe." "This vision is given to people who either have a strong dedication towards something, or have a desire to help or protect others." From wind to water; That day celestia's eye honed in on the fool falling past a shattered window, dragging down another with him. "How amusing..." they'd think, and brush past the reject to bestow heaven's blessing upon the far more pitiful one.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱

Also called 'wine red' or 'black rose'. Like the lovely wines of plum occasionally imported from Liyue. Like blood to snow in the region colored head to toe in muted greys and blues.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬

A flower that smells like fresh chocolate. They symbolize peace and tranquility. It is said that Chocolate Cosmos in particular mean “I love you more than anybody can.” Is it more obvious. He offers to pin it on the Harbinger's coat with a knowing grin. A frost-sensitive flower; It requires partial sun or full sun, and flowers from mid to late summer. It cant flourish naturally in a frost-bitten habitat and is artificially kept in greenhouses, only glimpsing the sun every few days through tinted windows. Pantalone barely needs to lift a finger to commission a set of cosmos flowers turned to jewelry for his Loverboy to wear.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧

A Black Swan signifies an insight about yourself that changes your position from one of victim to victor. Black Swan is a graceful reminder to move from any position where you feel powerless and at the mercy of external forces; it is time to reclaim your personal power. A coin always has two sides however; The black swan theory states that, "It is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected of a situation and has potentially severe consequences."

ੈ♡˳ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

Equal parts strategic leader and hands-on agent, the Venator's blade is no less mightier than his pen. Come hell and high water, his feathered quill can enlarge thrice over to chase down it's targets with a mind of it's own, like a missile dart. You wouldn't fare better in close quarters either. The feather reinforced with hydro can sharpen it to the degree of splitting icebergs and necks alike. Why else do you think his ink occasionally flows in hues of red?

ੈ♡˳ 𝐈𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

The steely frost seeping into his coat, A heady spice from the smoke warming the air, and the slow bittersweet aroma that doesn't hit you until after he's gone; an aftertaste.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

"I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your Valentino, just for you" "I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command" "Ooh, love (there he goes again) Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) What're you doing tonight?"

ੈ♡˳ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

"Faithfulness to something to which one is bound by pledge or duty." "In the shimmering expanse of ice and snow, I pledge my unwavering devotion and undying loyalty to the illustrious Tsaritza, sovereign of this frozen realm. As the frost bites deep and the chill of winter grips our souls, I stand firm in my resolve to serve her reign with pride and honor." "With every breath, I swear to defend her name, her realm, and her legacy, even if it means laying down my life upon the icy plains, for in her sovereignty lies the very essence of our existence. Today, I embrace the cold embrace of eternity, knowing that I have lived and died under the banner of our revered Tsaritza, with unwavering loyalty burning bright within my heart..." And he didn't mean a single word of it. He wondered when that would be the death of him.

[theriu]

Hey ya’ll just wanted to share one of the best/funniest burns I have ever read.

[dtkqer]

wait why ranboo (idk much abt him)

ESSAY WARNING AHEAD do not fucking repost this shit anywhere holy fuck i will kill you!!!!!!! respect my boundaries :((

ok my thought process was somewhere along the lines of

rboo (kid wanting to blow up as a mcyter during summer 2020) getting attention through making fan content of dream smp (also trying to write themself into the lore) -> dream (kid who blew up as an mcyter before the pandemic hit, getting even more insane numbers) sees himself in rboo, adds him to the dream smp

-> path 1: parasocial stan delusion - ran is both viewer and cc, relatable to viewers in a down to earth way while gaining an insane amount of success very very fast -> heightened scrutiny to not fuck things up because his audience is full of normal people who care about social justice on paper (part of dreams influence in having a gender and race diverse (somewhat) audience) -> growing importance of boundaries (tm) -> fandom becomes insanely blue haired liberal and jumps on every mistake, demanding quick and GOOD apologies for both inane and serious shit -> fandom becomes volatile and creates disproportionate responses to everything -> they (rboo) become spineless -> this attitude and spinelessness leaks over to the whole of mcyt since most of dsmp shared an audience at that point -> feedback loop we see today (sidebar: growing media illiteracy combined with volatile reactions extend to lore shit on all ends and was absolutely compounded by their joining -> "sanctity" of the lore -> michael -> dsmp audiences split over the parasocial belief that character = content creator's thoughts beliefs and actions in real life instead of. acting)

-> path 2: control and queerness - branch off from blue haired liberal -> viewers have good intentions in wanting more rep in the cc space (queer and women, not so much race) -> marginalized communities cant afford to make mistakes as much as white men in the space -> disproportionate amount of criticism for both white men and marginalized ccs -> viewers attempting to take control of ccs due to ran blurring the line between viewer and cc during lockdown/most viewers' formative social years being taken from them -> not much education about queerness in the first place -> queerbaiting discourse and queer being a symbol of goodness -> people seemed to want dream to be straight and evil and ran to be gay/queer and good -> double standards when dream and ran come out because of dream's perceived power, status, and past growing up in conservative florida he had already been addressing, but ran gets a warm welcome because of bending to the audience more than dream has and past not holding as many mistakes meaning they could claim queer as an identity -> selective biphobia because if dream is queer hes a bad queer so everything he does is evil

-> return to main thread - brighton bastards formed, beeduo date and break up, everyone becomes bitter boots after lockdown ends and dream abandons his adopted bastard child he came to love that george originally gave birth to -> october and drexodus -> quackity resentment somewhere in there behind the scenes, dtkq breakup -> former audience split over lore comes back into -> qsmp shit -> dream and by extension dteam/munchy is evil except badboyhalo who supports dream but is still on qsmp because hes a lore andy -> schisms from the past continue to grow, new schism of q's side vs dream's side appears (secret third challenger of brighton floptopia) -> people air out their dirty laundry and snide comments -> november and december -> relative peace -> march-> karl gets hit by a car -> present day -> dnf sextape

i may be wrong for quite a bit of this but this is how i saw it . again this is a tumblr exclusive if you repost this anywhere even iwth my url cropped i will fucking kill you.

[orangelemonsstuff]

Oh my gosh. I just finished Child!MC & Child!Malleus fic- and- AAAAAAA OMG ITS SO CUTE! UGH MY HEART- THE ENDING?? YOU CANT JUST DO THAT?? MY HEART??? PLEASE. PLEASSSSEEE WRITE A PART TWO WHERE MALMAL AND MC MEET AGAIN- OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU AAAAA

-🌙 anon? is that available?

HEllo :D hehe Im glad you liked the fic :> this was actually inspired on a chapter of Aharen San where she met raidou as a kid and played together yet she has to move out the day Raidou wanted to play with her the next day :(( but since im basing my fic to tht manga chapter ofc they'll meet again and yes emoji anons are all available here!! so heres ya part two!!

Where We Used To Play

Malleus & Reader

Childhood Friends Au

(sequence to this!!)

Tags: Fluff, Implied Childhood Stranger Friend, Can be Platonic or Romantic

Summary: your life kinda sucks at the moment and it felt too overwhelming for you to handle so you decided to take a break outside, maybe a walk or a breather till you come across a familiar playground filled with you nostalgic childhood memories and friends, you reminiscence through a memory you barely remember.

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You groan

You arch your back and raise your arms up in the air as your feet walk on the concrete road, today was tiring, yesterday was tiring as well, but finally you get to catch a break for a hour.

walking around is calming you enough, the afternoon air really releases all the stress clumped up in you, walking around is more than enough of a break for you

Walking

Walking

and More Walking later

You ought to get tired of course so you try to find a bench you could sit on to rest your legs and even maybe meditate since it's been a while since you've done that

upon turning arriving at a centered road, lies ahead a playground nearby a elementary school. the school you used to go to

you prefer getting hit by a sudden euphoria upon seeing the nostalgic playground than getting hit by the feeling of drowsiness, your face curls up to a smile as you stride into its jagged pebbled ground

oh, your elementary days... how've you missed being a child. no problems, no worries, everyday is just fun! but everyone's gotta grow up right? that's what's all of this nostalgia is for, for the adult version of you to remember

you turn your head around to observe the playground, few kids are playing whether it's on the sandbox where you used to buried your profound toys, the seesaw where you used to fly as much as you can while returning the favor to your friend by coming down, or the swing that had you fast up the air to point of seeing the top branches of trees as the rusty metal chain creak with every swing of the seat.

there are lots of other playthings here as well you don't remember seeing before, such as monkey bars, a small climbing wall enough for small kids to climb up to, and oh that curved ladder wasn't there before

how have you missed playing around this place, you are quite jealous since you can't be the children you are as before, it is fun to see younger kids having fun on their own

but as much as there are a lot of playground equipments there are only a few kids playing and trotting around and most of them are in pairs in spaces they are occupying, kinda surprising that they are ignoring the swings, kids from before used to fight each other just to get a turn in it

it is after school for them most had probably went home with their childhood friends or parents like you used to before. and it's not that noisy for you to be bothered either

the children were too occupied playing with themselves they didn't even notice you striding to the swings and sitting down, perhaps you had grown a lot or they just lowered the swings for safety measures but your butt and feet are not that far from each other it feels like you are squatting but this swing is taller to you when you were young till now, it also might have sat on by too many kids that it was forced down low by their weight

though children don't usually weight that much to push down a metal swing right? you remember playing with a older kid before and he is the only kid you struggle to push the swing for because of his inch tall stature

huh? older kid?

you remember your friends are mostly at what grade you are, you don't remember making a friend a few grade more--

oh.

your eyes followed two kids making castles at the sandbox and that's what hit it back like the euphoria from earlier

what was his name again? Mal...Mallyu...Malleus?

yeah, that kid. yeah you remember him. he was that weird mysterious boy who watched you play alone that one afternoon before not even bothering on asking to join you till you asked-- well told him to and just lets you pull him around on different apparatuses of the playground to play with you

Urgh... now that you think about it, he didn't come back the next day after that he probably got weirded out by you and decided he does not want to play with you anymore

your dragon toy and the other thing was still with him too

not only he hated you that time, he also stole your toys because he hated tou. how immature of the side the child you shown, well you were a kid back then of course you'd be immature but still...!!

at least he could've come back to make up with you... you two had so much fun that day you really though he'll come back the next, you brought another pair of shovel and castle bucket too so the dragon could also have a tower

you lean back and lets your head wonder what could've been the actual reason he didn't come back that day, hated you? just wanted your toys? got yelled at and told to never play with you again? or maybe he just forgot about it, maybe you could forgive the forgot reason because you as a child too didn't really thought about it that much either and continue on living without remembering him, not until now at least

you might've leaned back a little too far because your head had hit a soft clothed pole? pretty muscly too... realization slapped the back of your head as you stopped leaning in and turn your head behind you. shit. it's a person.

"uhh sorry didn't see you there"

"..."

your eyes shift back to the playground and turn your head back at the stranger, your eyes focused back to the kids playing on the sandbox again, they were dirty and dusty now but they sure are having fun

feeling you had ignored his presence, the stranger took an initiative to sit on the other swing, and swing back and forth a bit with his foot

"you got a kid here?" you ask as you let your eyes wander the playground to the kids sliding down the curvy slides, to the three children talking at the curved ladder while one of them sits on top

"....no."

"oh i see"

"how about you? are one of them yours?" your eyes scrunched up at his statement do you look that old to be a parent?

"no way, I'm actually a student here" you forgot to mention the "was a student here before" but you're pretty sure he gets it

"you look pretty old to be in a playground let alone be a student." talk for himself what is he doing here too otherwise?

"heh am i?" you chuckle, closing your eyes and letting your ears just feel the noise of the laughter and chatter of the kids around you, maybe even the stranger's reply

"....yes" you burst out a giggle, and started swinging yourself a bit faster than him, that's kind of funny but the stranger seemed genuine with his answer

"Well excuse me sir, some people had just to hold back a grade, some are not born with lots of smart you know" you stated, jokingly of course

"oh." wait, that sounds like he took it seriously is he...? actually being serious right now?

your giggle turned into a laughter and some of the kids around and the stranger too turned to you confused with how you are acting

"that was a joke haha..." you wipe out the laughter tears in your eyes and calming down after a few seconds

"but you know, it might've been better if it's like that, i could be a child and play here forever don't you think?" another thought held you back "maybe even wait for him here forever"

"him?"

"i know you're just a stranger and stuff but i got this friend i made here at this same playground, we had lots of fun and he promised he'd come back tomorrow but the next day, he just didn't" the stranger stayed silent listening to you, you look down and remember the hopeful look at that kid's face, you were sure he'd come back even if he didn't promise to because at least he'd give back your toys

"ah yeah, he took two of my figurine toys too"

"oh really?" The stranger seemed a bit curious now, is he amused by your story? the child you wouldn't take that too kindly

"yeah, he took my favorite dragon figure i got from a penny store and another thing i can't seem to remembe-"

"it was a dice" he interrupted, you look at him with a perplexed expression

"the father of the prince was actually the dragon and the evil dice took over the sand castle" your eyes widened at his words, no way. no fucking way. that just can't be

"oh my goodness is that really you?" the stranger as you call him before knowing, grinned at your baffled face

"I can't seem to push myself alone at this seat, would you kindly do it for me? I'm pretty sure you know yourself how these as you don't need my help to push yourself"

"...Malleus was it? how long has it been?" your puzzled tone turned to a gleeful one as you inch your side to him by force to get closer

"im glad you remembered my name, i thought i would've had to explain who i am again in case you would only remember a few details of that day" you shook your head, of course you remember him you were just thinking about him earlier

"i wouldn't forget you, you were the only kid whom i let off that took my things" you joke elbowing him slightly

"maybe your memory is a bit more jagged. you gave these to me don't you remember?"

"no, I don't remember giving them to you, from what i know is that you promised that you'll come back that's why i let you borrow it"

"really?" you laugh kicking the rocks off the worned out ground as he shuffles his hand through his pocket and you were pretty sure he was about to pull those out so you stopped him

"I wasn't serious Malleus, i was just kidding of course i gave it to you, you are the dragon aren't you?" Malleus smiled and pulled out his hand to clasp it against yours

"although, i have no idea where the prince is now, probably got lost in a ditch somewhere" Malleus frowned in disappointment as you break your hand free from him, guilt washed over you, of course it'll get lost it was lots of years ago, you don't even remember where'd the body parts of those toy figurines you own go most of the time.

you pat his back with sympathy, letting your eyes wander again, you remember the seesaw, this swing and that slide you never get to go to,

"hey, come to think of it you didn't get to go down the slides, when you left i did it alone, it was pretty fun."

"slides? oh that thing over there, Lilia arrived too earlier for us to have use it, i was actually disappointed when we parted our ways that time." you remember who Lilia is, he's that man with the the girly face that took Malleus that time, you wonder how he is now...

but other than that, there's no other people than you, Malleus and few other kids who wouldn't seem to mind if two people used the playground facilities as they are supposed to be used for

"we can if you don't mind."

"huh?"

you pull his hand and went over to the slides you never get to ride that time when he left too early with Lilia. to continue the fun the years he was away and you waiting for him stupidly with a castle bucket

you still hadn't asked him why he didn't return that time but oh well

at least this time you two can enjoy yourselves to the fullest.

a/n: hello :> i know this might seem pretty rushed but i hope you like it, i honestly want to leave the fic an open ending and let the reader decide for themselves for how the ending ends for them. you could still do that and just think of this fic as my own way of how it went after Malleus left :DD

[daryldixonsdoormat]

The Navi way.

Sorry for the bad writing guys (more Jake coming quickly because I cant get enough of him). 

He was sent to pandora by the sky people it was his mission to collect information and to feed it back to his commander. He was not meant to start any romantic relations or anything emotional towards the Navi people. 

````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````Jake Sully stumbled through the forest of Pandora, it was his first night alone and yet he still cant get a moment of peace. He hears the growling of animals surrounding him, he struggles to light the torch he is holding but succeeds just in time. Black animals are in every line of sight they some what resemble jaguars on Earth but skinner. Jake tumbles around fighting with the animals until she steps in shooting at the animal with precision. 

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Your pov: 

I have to kill for a Navi that acts as if he is a child, he acts like killing isnt the last resort for Navi. I grab the source of light and throw it into the stream of water diminishing its flames, I climb up the branches and speed up. I hear his loud stomps and tripping trailing behind me and his gasps of air from the pace, “Hold on…. Wait up”. He grabs my arm while speaking, “I just wanted to say thanks for killing those things”. I swing my bow back to hit him, his grip on my arm immediately realising, “damn” he mutters astonished. “Dont thank. You dont thank for this. This is sad, very sad only”, I say leaning down and glaring at him. Hes still on the floor but now with one hand up asking for forgiveness through body language, “Ok im sorry. For whatever I did im sorry”. I stand up straight shaking my head at him still upset, “This is your fault. They did not need to die” those animals didn't deserve such a sad death at all. The outsider smirks still on the floor disagreeing with what I believed, “My fault? They acted me how is this my faul-”. I interrupt him swiftly shoving my bow in his directions, “YOUR fault, your fault. Your like a baby..making noises not knowing what to do”. The man puts his hands up while standing up leaning in closer while speaking,“If you love your little forest friends why didn't you let them kill me? Huh?”. The question throws me off guard immensely yet I know my reasonings, “...you have a strong heart, no fear”. I walk up closer to him squinting at him with anger, “but stupid you are ignorant like child” I turn away from him walking away quickly. Yet he keeps coming asking me to teach him though sky people do not learn easily, his rant continues on until he nearly falls from the large branch. I catch him by the arm glaring as I steady him, “you are like a baby, you do not belong here go back. “No” he says quickly and continues to fight me on whether he should go with me or not. They float down and surround him showing me it is a sign, he attempts to swat them away and I smack his hand telling him not to in Navi tongue. After the sign I made the decision to allow him to come along with me but as he follows along with me he is tied up by my people. I tell them to back down and to not kill him. We make it to the home tree where my father the emperor is waiting. The executive decision has been made, I am to teach Jake Sully the navi way and he will prove himself to be one of us. Lots of training has been put into Jake for the past few days, this consists of teaching him the navi language which he struggles to grasps. It feels the only way for him to learn is a smack to the head after the third time repeating a phrase. He is truly a moron, his form at shooting bow and arrow needs constant corrections but he is increasingly improving everyday. Yet we bond of his failures and improvements such as now. Jake pulls back the arrow with almost perfect form but it is not quite correct and to my standard, I lift his arm up slightly and stand next to him our cheeks almost touching from the proximity. I teach him the way to kill properly and how to embrace the way of the forest before deciding he is ready to take on the final task of the Navi ways. After watching Jake wrestle and struggling with taming his animal we fly together watching one another in asument, Im proud of my student, i've taking a liking to Jake which is surprising. Maybe more than a liking, its a feeling like no other, when I see him I feel consumed by his presence and love. Jake is expected by the people and my father, I take him to a scared place, we share our love for eachother. We stare into eachother eyes with more love than we’ve ever felt before. I knew that the moment his hand grazed my cheek I wanted to be his forever. He leans in hands holding the sides of my face sensually. Our lips find each other, I feel his hand move to the back of my neck pushing me closer to him. We don’t separate for what seems like hours the emotions too intense to pull back from. But our lungs can only go so long without air, Jane pulls back give a large smile plastered on his face hands still resting in place. “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?”, he says with nothing but hope and adoration. “I’m yours Jake” I huff out still short of breath. Jake slams his lips to mine pushing us backwards, I moan and kiss back with the same intensity. Jake sinks down to the ground where I follow suit seeing how the beauty around us illuminates his features. He pulls me into his lap, his hands rubbing down my back as he lays open mouthed kisses along my neck. We are breathless in the most beautiful way possible, that night I declare him as my mate for life. 

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I wake up on the floor Jakes arms wrapped around my body securely I smile embracing the moment for as long as possible. Then the cracking starts the sound of the forest where I live being broken and cut down, I shake Jake trying to get him to wake up before he is crushed by a falling tree. I have to drag him out of harms way, he wakes up and we get to safety as quick as possible, my heart breaks for my home. I stand and watch the place where I grew up and spent my life, get broken apart by aliens, people with no remorse for my home, I cry watching my only comfort is Jake's hand on my shoulder. 

[xyilous]

You said you wanted Corey fic ideas? Well I have a few: Maybe some date, Fluff ABCs, domestic life, soft moments, etc

headcanon style >:)) gn reader for this one !!

i pray i don’t disappoint 🧎‍���️🧎‍♂️i can write off the top of my head but i’m worried about messing up LOL

most of these can be read as platonic or romantic, maybe i just have no boundaries who knows

ok you gotta hear me out on this, i strongly feel like Corey would take to cooking, especially post accident. sounds a little out there but i feel like it’d be a niche hobby that’d give him control over something? Yes his mom would probably try and force him to eat what she makes BUT I STAND BY WHAT I SAID 🤺🤺

he’d wake you with breakfast, something simple like eggs and bacon so it’s not a massive feast but is also enough to fill you. it’d be like an ice breaker, in his mind it’d be easier to start a convo about food instead of how he slept.

If you don’t like breakfast food/what he made specifically he’d get all embarrassed and then make you have a long talk about eachother’s likes and dislikes, any allergies if you have them, he absolutely keeps an incredibly accurate list of your tastes in his head.

Food stuff aside, i feel like he’s very touchstarved, i cant see his mother being very loving considering he’s a man and obviously you cannot show them kindness. The first night you shared a bed he was very rigid, almost afraid to accidentally touch you but would ease up once he actually fell asleep. After a few nights he’s settled more and if you’re comfortable with it he’d lay his arm across your waist, he’s so incredibly gentle and hardly any weight is on you. The jeremy accident made him paranoid of somehow hurting you, his brain would come up with god awful scenarios like him accidentally pushing you off the bed and then you get a concussion from hitting the floor.

Positions aren’t crazy strict, he’s down for being a little spoon just as much as he’s down for being the big spoon. Holding onto you would let him feel more in control but he’d have such a big soft spot for being held tenderly, laying with his chest in your lap is one of his favorites. Any kind of contact us accepted to be honest, just care for him i beg of you. Post Michael would lean a LOT more to being a big spoon though, gotta keep you safe.

This feels fluffish to me so? hopefully it works out around here 💀💀 You’d be like his personal nurse (fuck off allyson) and after any fights he’d run to you to doctor him up. Clean and bandage what’s needed, get him an ice pack for this and that, maybe put some muscle rub on the extra sore places. Corey would sit perfectly still as you tend to his wounds with care, his eyes would follow every movement you make, trying to take in everything you do. Whether it was to know what to do if he can’t find you or if he was completely fascinated with your hands is up to you. He’d get a bit drowsy once the adrenaline wears off so you might have to tap his shoulder now and then to wake him up :((

In general i feel he’s very tired 24/7, theres so much going on with him that i know he doesn’t sleep near as much as he should. Between the town constantly tearing into him and the guilt from the accident, his mind has to be running all the time. There’s been so many shared nights between the two of you were he rambled about everything weighing him down, doing his absolute best to not let his eyes water too much or his voice shake, at some point he’d shift to get more comfortable and just start dozing off out of pure exhaustion.

Branching off him being a sleepy head, he has accidentally fallen asleep many times, you let him sleep since it seems like he could really use it and when he wakes up he’d apologize immensely, sputtering out how he couldn’t sleep well the night before and that his mom wouldn’t let him sleep in a bit more. (side note, he can sleep anywhere, in anything, and under any condition. no tv? ok. lights on? that’s fine! no blanket in cold weather? could be worse :)) if you’re watching a movie past 9pm he’s gonna fall asleep, let him 🤺🤺

Most dates with Corey would most likely be spent at home considering his reputation. He’s worried that you’ll get targeted for hanging out with him, but now and then he likes to go out late to the park, nobody’s up around then. Home dates can be anything from binging a series with popcorn and blankets to throwing flour at each other baking brownies and cookies. If you ever need an ingredient or spontaneously decide that you need sprinkles he’s already grabbing his keys and wallet to get them (and probably extra) If it’s october and spooky events are happening he’s probably gonna drop hints about going because he’d be able to wear a mask, nobody would recognize him therefore nobody can torment him!! He’d be shy and try to avoid asking, not wanting you to feel forced into it, but would be ECSTATIC if you enthusiastically agree! you willingly want to be seen with him? He’s gonna die from sheer happiness.

if you do have a park date he will push you on the swings, no questions asked

Another one you gotta hear me out on, I feel like he’d enjoy having his makeup done, adds onto that whole disguise thing like above^^ He would be too shy to wear it out/home, but i feel like post michael Corey would be fine with a little bit of eyeliner. Would be a little apprehensive to full and dramatic looks, but would still let you have your fun.

This is quite a bit out of character, but after a kill he’d come seeking comfort, not necessarily being patched up but he wants to be held for a bit. My personal headcanon is that he’s still got the broken down Corey in him, he’s aware of what he’s done even if it was a twisted version of him tainted by Michael and wants to be told it wasn’t his fault. After the Jeremy accident he’d want to be told the same thing, but never really verbalized it. Michael changed him so much, and there was nothing he could do. It wasn’t a sole accident and he wanted so badly for someone else to tell him that

[brokenjardaantech]

I started seeing a lot of childhood friends alerudy + valeria content lately and I cant stop thinking about it SO consider this little au: Alejandro went after Valeria and soon after that Valeria gives Rodolfo a call which literally made him sweat ice because that means she has Ale?? So he arrives ready to go apeshit but what he sees is a very familiar kid with arms wrapped tight around Valeria's neck. Basically a good old de-aged au where Valeria and Rudy are forced by situation to take care of little Ale who lost most of his memories but is still able to recognize both of his friends older versions and they have A Lot of emotions about it (and Alejo is the sweetest most energetic little menace)

Sorry for the ridiculously late reply anon. I got this ask two days before an important exam and I was hit by a nasty cold right afterwards, so I got neither the time nor the strength to answer this until now. I don't have a lot of ideas about this right now, but as always, I'll see what I can do. Putting the answer under the cut just in case.

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'This is a bad idea, Sergeant Major.'

Rodolfo climbs into the driver's seat of the truck and levels René with a look that would've made a less experienced soldier cower. 'Thank you, Major,' he says, placing his hands on the wheel, 'but I know Valeria. I'll be fine.'

Rodolfo is unaccustomed to the seriousness on René's face. 'And if you aren't?' René asks. His foreign accent is more pronounced, as it always does when he is thinking hard.

'Standard protocol applies. You take charge of Los Vaqueros and make decisions based on the information you have.'

A nod. 'Long live Los Vaqueros. We need you, Sergeant.' René closes the truck's door. 'Both you and the Colonel.'

Rodolfo merely nods in response and steps on the gas, not bothering to look back to see René's expression. Alejandro disappeared two days ago. Despite knowing he's the toughest guy on the whole planet - so tough that, sometimes, even though they grew up together and watched each other mature and grow old, Rodolfo finds himself wondering if Alejandro is some kind of immortal in hiding - Alejandro's absence has been weighing down Los Vaqueros ever since, with worry, with fear, with prolonged shifts searching every single inch of Las Almas for signs of their colonel. But there had been no trace at all; no footprints, no torn fabric hanging on a branch, not even a single crumb of the crackers provided in their rations.

Which is why he has to go after the only path he is provided with: Valeria.

He had expected the call, of course. Not many people in the world can take down Alejandro and Valeria is the closest and the most competitive of them all, so he was already geared up with a full squad behind him when he picked up the phone. What he didn't expect was Valeria sounding utterly tired and defeated on the other side.

'Just bring yourself,' she said. 'No one else. It's easier for you to see for yourself.'

'Is Alejandro alive?' Rodolfo had asked. It was the most important piece of information. If he wasn't...

'He is.' In the background, something crashed. 'Alive and well. Too well.'

The last sentence came as a disgruntled grumble, giving Rodolfo pause. He had never heard Valeria use that tone since she decided to be a drug lord. It was enough to convince him to go alone. And hey, if everything turns out to be a trap, he didn't get promoted to a Sergeant Major and become Alejandro's second-in-command for nothing; he can take care of himself. He also trusts René to handle everything if it really comes to it.

His instincts tell him it won't come to that.

The coordinates Valeria sent him lead him to a house on the outskirts of Las Almas. Not one in a village, but a lone building in the middle of the desert. He sees no power lines, but when he steps out of the truck, he can hear the muffled hum of a generator. A large water tank is also attached to the house, allowing it to exist off the grid. He scans the area for hostiles but finds none, which is strange. Nonetheless, he dares not relax and doesn't lower his rifle as he approaches the front door of the house. It opens on its own, and he nearly shoots Valeria.

'Took you long enough,' says Valeria, unfazed and exasperated. 'Put that away. Don't want you to scare your lover boy.'

Rodolfo scowls at the nickname. Not seeing any weapons on Valeria, he lowers his gun to his side. 'Where's Alejandro?' he asks.

Valeria stands to the side to let Rodolfo in. The sound of rapid footsteps hammering the floor originates from what seems to be the stairs, and the next thing he knows, a boy is dashing towards him and nearly tackles him from how hard he impacts Rodolfo's legs. Valeria smoothly takes the gun off him, and his hands fly to the boy's shoulders to steady him, which turns out to be unnecessary as the boy looks up still clinging to him with a wide grin.

Alejandro, except it can't be, because Rodolfo hasn't seen this face in more than 30 years.

'Rudy! You're here!' Despite Rodolfo's tactical vest being not very comfortable, young Alejandro buries his face in his stomach once more. 'I missed you. Valeria said you're going to show up so I've been waiting for you! She didn't say you're a grown-up like her!'

Rodolfo looks up and meets Valeria's eyes. Her expression, if true, says she is as baffled by the situation as he is. And if Alejandro's reaction indicates anything, it is that he does not remember a single thing about her betrayal.

Valeria clears her throat. 'I found him like this,' she says. 'Took him here. No idea who did this. I figure I should call you.'

'What for?' asks Rodolfo. The commander of Los Vaqueros should be a prime opportunity for her to expand, to give them a curb stomp. 'Why help us?'

'I'm not helping you.' Now that Alejandro has become a koala on Rudy, Valeria saunters to the armchair next to the sofa and sits down like a queen upon her throne. 'I've asked all the questions I can. You can ask them again. This is the Alejandro we know from our childhood. There's someone - or a group of people - out there, capable of de-aging adults.' She leans forward, her elbows resting on her thighs. 'It threatens my business too.'

Alejandro finally unwinds his arms from Rodolfo's waist and leads him to the sofa by hand. Even as a child, Alejandro is a pushy bastard, and he finds himself squeezed between one side of the sofa and Alejandro, who can't seem to stop swinging his legs. 'You know I can't stop going after the cartel simply because of this.'

'I'm not asking you to stop. You take care of Alejandro and I'll find whoever's responsible. Then we'll change him back.'

'And remove a tactical advantage?'

'Would you rather your husband stay as a child for the rest of your life?'

Rodolfo looks at Alejandro, who already looks bored by the adults' conversation, and then back at Valeria who, for the first time in years, doesn't look like she is going to backstab him within the next five minutes. Alejandro looks adorable - he always does - but Valeria is right; without Colonel Alejandro Vargas, Los Vaqueros will not be the same.

'Alright, we'll ease up on our raids, but don't expect me to sit around and wait for good news,' he says. 'I want in.'

Valeria grins, all teeth and wolfish and so much like Alejandro and Rodolfo himself at the same time that he can't help but remember why it is the case.

'Good.'

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Again, brain's a bit fried atm so this is all I can come up with right now. Hope you enjoyed this.

[paradisecas]

so i’ve already thought about the holy fire molotov cocktail sending michael & adam back in time instead of just banishing them slash burning them up but i thought about it some more and what if instead of just like tossing them back ~200 years it puts them even further back to, like, dinosaur times. 

(under the cut because i am horrible at being concise)

so yk theyre banished and go flying and michael’s wings are all but shredded and his grace is leeched yada yada yada… and then they crash land into a tree. it’s all very comical, like they hit every branch as they go down, and they land smack dab in the middle of a nest of dinosaur eggs. adam was very rudely awoken as they flew and fell so he’s rattling around in the remnants of michaels grace like HELLOOOO WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED and michael is very out of it and obviously before either of them can get their shit together the dino mom comes back and is very upset that her eggs are being ‘threatened’ and they have to run.

michael tries to fly them away but of course he cant and adam is just screaming in their head GO GO GO GO RUN YOU IDIOT ANGEL JUST FUCKING RUN and it’s baby’s first time physically running for his life <3 but they make a very narrow escape and take a minute to catch their (adam’s) breath and michael has enough juice left to know when they are and adam is Very Unhappy. this doesn’t look like paradise, MICHAEL. this doesn’t look like ME BEING WITH MY MOTHER, MICHAEL. 

michael says it is simple, i will contact my siblings to get us out of here. but when he tries he’s like, blocked, because he’s so far out of his time stream and they’re so far back in time. so adam tries praying, jumping around and screaming at the sky

MICHAELLLL MICHAEL IN THE SKY ITS ME ITS ADAM YOUR BACKUP VESSEL YOUR SWORD YOU DONT KNOW ME YET BUT COME ON MAN!!! ummm CASTIEL!!!! YOU’RE THERE TOO!!!! who else who else uh ZACHARIAH?? BETTER THAN THE DINOSAURS AT LEAST HELLOOOOO

but humans haven’t been invented yet so there’s no system for prayer thus the angels cannot hear him, plus they’re busy doing creation shit and not paying attention to the tiny bit of land they’re stuck on. 

and since this is before humanity well it’s before lucifer’s fall so michael does not know what to do with the knowledge that in heaven his whole entire family is together. lucifer hasn’t fallen god hasnt left gabriel hasn’t run away… he wants to get back to his time but also he kinda wants to know if he can bodysnatch this michael maybe take his place maybe stop lucifer from fucking things up maybe kill him early… adams like nuh uh dont go getting any delusions of grandeur you are getting us back to our time so i can see my fucking mother.

but they still can’t get in contact with anyone except michael is sure that sooner or later someone will pay attention to earth and see that they’re not where they’re supposed to be or his grace will heal and they’ll get back to the cemetery. so it’s all just a matter of time.

in the meantime though. they’re just living with the dinosaurs. perhaps at first michael can’t manifest as an apparition or anything so it’s a battle of wills between who gets to have the body because adams pissed that theyre stuck but also it’s dinosaurs he’s not gonna sit back and let michael put him to sleep and just like meditate until he has enough power to get them back. he’s gonna look at some goddamn dinosaurs. he’s gonna eat these weird plants because even if theyre toxic to humans michael cant die so it’s basically one big science expedition full of bickering. adam does not stop humming the jurassic park theme and michael does not stop threatening to smite him because of it. 

but they eventually start getting along and form a sort of domestic slash survival life amongst the dinosaurs and it’s all very cute. michael’s getting stronger every day and adams like ‘i was a boy scout’ about a billion times a day as he builds fires and shelters and michael teaches him how to fight like the heavenly soldier he is and adams like writing a research paper about dinosaurs in his head all ‘this is gonna blow people’s minds when we get back man’ whilst also seeing if he can like leave clues in fossils and shit so someday some scientists will see and maybe get the word back to someone who can help them. and also to fuck with people. carve a little happy face into some dinosaur bones to baffle some paleontologists. michaels thinking hmm i should probably not let him do this but he’s just so happy about it… he’s nicer to me when he’s happy, that’s the only reason i like it, yes. 

and i cant decide if i want to go the classic route of chuck pulling them back to fight with him in 2019 orrrrrrr the funny route of michael’s grace healing after a long long long long time and him immediately taking them back to stull so he can finally finish off lucifer. only for, you know, sam to drag them into the cage too. it’s another very comical fall as they bump into everything they pass on the way down. adam has never been this angry in his entire life. 

michael, he says, very very calmly. michael. we were free. we were back. in our time. and you—i can’t even look at you. we were FREE and you got us DRAGGED INTO HELL. are you FUCKING kidding me. michaels like hehe oops. and adam then makes it his mission to teach michael a thing or two about more than survival, like, come on dude, i thought we were buddies, pals even, i thought you were giving up on the whole apocalypse thing. what about my paper, man. i gotta write that. this still doesn’t look like paradise or my mom. i kinda miss the dinosaurs. 

and if we do go the funny route then we get a michael who has spent the last however long thinking about a lucifer who hasn’t taken the mark yet and is now confronted with a lucifer who actually wants to murder him dead. it’s very jarring. and adam sees his discomfort and is like aw you did grow as a person when we were with the dinosaurs <3 i thought you hadn’t because well, WE’RE IN HELL. at least my efforts weren’t totally for naught. but then sam gets out twice and lucifer also gets out and adam is very comically angry but michael’s pissed too because someone should have noticed them in dinosaur times and now nobody is trying to get them out of lucifer’s cage?? this is twice now they haven’t been saved. what fucking baloney.

when they do get out and cas prays to them adams like nope nope nope i dont give a shit u guys i do not give even half a shit dont talk to me dont look at me dont calllllllll us i swear to god. i just spent the last forever with only this guy as company and you are going to let us write our little dinosaur paper and see my mother and experience air conditioning or god wont be the only thing you have to worry about. 

when michael opens the portal to purgatory and dean asks if theyre coming adams in their head like michael i mean it if you take me to another fucking world that isnt somewhere with a goddamn mcdonalds you will never get another moment of peace in your life i promise you that. michaels like have u been trying to give me peace this whole time because it hasnt felt like it. haha very funny michael now can we please go somewhere else. with people maybe. people that aren’t going to eat us. 

and well the rapture perhaps we can follow canon with this adam dies then michael dies then adams back and adam is like nooo way in hell. he has all my notes. for my paper. the sheer strength of his fury has michael slinking out of the empty all sheepish like hiii im back adams like you fucking better be. get back in here. now uh. can u take us back to the dinosaurs im really craving that fruit that you guys wiped out a billion years ago. also do u think we could bring back some seeds and plant it now? which michael knows is code for we’re bringing back some seeds and planting it now and if u try and stop me i will remind you that not only did you get us trapped with dinosaurs for a gazillion years, you immediately got us trapped in hell for a thousand. but michael doesn’t care because he likes seeing adam happy, though this time he knows its not just because he’s nicer to him. ;)

and they live happily ever after the end <3

[meaganfoster]

what are some of your favourite albums? 💗

oh this is such a great q ive lately been trying to branch out.....or at least do more than listen to the same 2 songs on repeat. this list will consist only of english music though bc my endeavors r still sorely lacking; nevertheless in no particular order

preachers daughter by ethel cain, most evidently, for its sweeping production, haunting vocals, and insanely well crafted story. themes of love alienation abuse through americana symbolism etc soo well executed. i know i said this isnt in order but this might take first place

lush by mitski, for its vast and stimulating range of genres, emotional resonance re coming of age and gender, and how it seems to demand every moment of your attention as a listener

linger awhile by samara joy, for the jazz, gorgeous vocals, and lyrics !!!! soo many songs have wonderful and enjoyable production but lyrics are the main draw 4 me and i really love how her voice reflects the crests and crashes of the emotions the lyrics incite, so different even within the same song. this is like my first foray into jazz and god what an album w which to start

tallahassee by the mountain goats, for toxic love 2 live and die by ! truly the kind of work that if it clicks upon first listen of the first track will tie you down and take a place in your fav list. also great album to dream of love to

a man alive by thao and the get down stay down, for uh its heart. pathetically vague..society if some things you could speak of without exposing yourself to a ridiculous degree. this is an album with a clear vision and a hard hitting thoroughline and the kind of thing you can hesitate to recommend if you like too much the way iwtv for example cant be recommended 2 everyone.......fucks infinitely though and the rock elements are perfect

[spikeinthepunch]

My favorite kinds of stories are nonlinear ones, especially where what seemed unimportant suddenly comes up as important. I loved tying together things i read in Skyrim as i scoured all those books and information. but theres something especially heartbreaking in Eidolon when exploring a peaceful post-apocolypse. things feel ok and normal, and youre facing the melancholy of understanding these stories long gone. theres lots of little bits of life, often one-off stories of someone's day, simply giving context to society then. and it hits especially hard when you disregard a letter or two about something as simple as a man surviving in the woods with eight children he found, only for it to come again nearly...half way across the map. especially when, his last letter ends on a positive, only to lead you down a new branch of letters from generations in the future ahead of him. and again, only to find that generations' future had been completely destroyed in this home they settled in and thought safe so long ago- and you really cant do anything other than depressingly making the connection between these names, knowing it had taken place hundreds of years prior and every butterfly effect mistake could not be reversed.

[bahamutgames]

D&D Notes 3!!!

Next round of D&D today! It went alright. I saw a dragon. Here’s my unformated notes!

Back in vandalin we be chillen. We decide to take a rest and then head out to thundertree when tomorrow. We all stay at the inn for 2 silver each and chill the fuck out!!!

The next day we all exit the inn and hear flapping wings and a screen above us. Circling and quickly coming down on top of us is a griffin, it lands right in front of us. And Sildor greets the griffin and introduces it as "Galeforce". He explains that he used to be in a cavelry of griffins but he's retired. But you're with a griffin for life like an air bison. While he was getting gear and junk for us he asked for his old griffin to come help, and so here he is! And then he goes pay the loans.

He tells us of a ruins that may live in the ruins of thundertree that might know the region and tell us the location of the castle where gumdrop was taken.

We all head out to thundertree! It takes 2 full days to get there and we arrive the morning of day 3.

Thundertree has 2 entraces, south and west. We enter through south. The trail is old and every- thing is all fucked up with vines growing everywhere. Everything is silent. There's a sign warning about plant monsters and zombies.

I know 30 years ago there was a volcano that erupted and fucked everything up

We're here to find MY TREASURE and the druid who can tell us where gumdrop is

Sildar is still riding galeforce

I start excitedly peeking into each building trying to find the building with my treasure. In the first farmhouse I find we start poking around for junk, but we hear the rustling of branches. Sildar shouts "there's movement!"

We get attacked by like a bajillion dudes. I squeeze past my teammates and hit the first guy I see! The monster shatters into a pile of sticks Caraway tries to stab but it dont work none Sildar and Galeforce swing at the next enemy and kill it! Vova uses ray of frost on another monster, killing it! The enemies (twig blights btw) all move in slowly around us. One of them attacks vova for 4! Next attacks Sildar, but he parries it, but he still gets hit smh 2 damage Next swings at Galeforce for 3 damage I run up to the one attacking vova and kill it in one hit! Caraway attacks one enemy and insta kills it! Sildar attacks and kills the next one! Then they move to the other 2 Vova also tries to move in on the last 2, but they're in a building now so she cant see them. But she redies a ray of frost and it doesn't kill. The enemies move in and dash up to vova but cant attack I rush into the building and attack the next one killing it instantly (epic) Caraway moves in. Sildar are there for moral support Vova hits with her staff but it dont work good. She then rabbit hops away! The last enemy rushes in at me and doesnt hurt me at all, so I just kill him. We win!!

I walk to the next building and look for an apothecary sign but I dont see nothing. This building is weirdly nicer than the others and reinforced with iron bars and shudders.

Kepesk remembers WEST is NOT EAST. So we continue east to where EAST is. Idiot. As we continue on we come across 3 BIG ASS webs. Nasty.

I want to burn the webs but I'm not sure it's a good idea so I ask the team what to do. Caraway suggests cutting it and I think it's such a good idea I tell him he's the smart one and he gets very happy about it. So I take Nage's rapier and start poking at it (After inspecting it over night I know it deals extra damage to goblins, it lets me disguise self once per day, and it's fucking possesed by nage). I cut through the webs!

On the south east part of the building, I just excitedly check all the buildings. The first one is full of glass!? I take a look under the busted ass shelf and find a wooden case! It's got the treasure the lady told me about! I run out telling everyone about the treasure I found!

Satisfied, I head on over to the statue. It's wooden. I investigate the statue with a good look over! It's a regular ass statue!

I realize the dude is probably in the house I was too scared to enter. So we trek back (my poor teammates) and I knock on the door. It cracks open! Inside is an old ass man with a big ass beard. I ask him if he might know where the castle gumdrop is is. I have to ask soldar for the answer to the name of the castle.

He only offers to tell us where the castle is if we inspect the fucked up town. He tells me there's nothing wrong with the statue. There's a bunch of shit wrong with the town, WAY more than I thought lol. But he wants me to get rid of the dragon that's moved into town.

I ask for more info, it's apparently kinda younger and it's causing some issues around the region. It's a white dragon. We walk up to the cottage! It's very eerily quiet, there's a strange chill. Two giant corpses are next to the cottage and they look like they were mauled by a large animal. I knock on the door and there's no response (asshole dragon)

I creak open the door to see if there's anyone home but there's not much here. I'm just walking around the house. I knock on the door to the tower AGAIN. I poke my head and I say hello? The top of the tower is 40 ft high. But there's no roof. Big wooden beams. And there's a giant ass dragon!

FIGHT TIME! Dragon already knows I'm here, I already know it's there. I go into a rage and I just fuck it up and miss everything The dragon tries to blast the fuck outta me with ice. I do not get a good roll! I take 34 cold damage! holy shit! (1/35) Vova casts Magic Missile lvl2! 14 damage! Sildar comes into the room, he hits with his long sword twice but misses both times... christ Galeforce comes in through the roof and pecks at the dragon and misses! Then with his claws for 13 damage! Caraway heals me at lvl2 for 10 points of hp! And uses bardic inspiration on me! I miss my attack AND my bite???? I run away and the dragon hits me for 5 damage. cool. I run away like a little sissy baby. The dragon bites and claws at Galeforce and Sildar but all miss, FINALLY GOOD LUCK FOR ME Vova uses magic missile lv2 again for 11 damage! Sildar gets on top of Galeforce and the two of them hit for 5 slashing damage, then apply unwavering mark, marking the dragon! Sildar's second attack misses. Galeforce misses with a nat 1. Cool. And the next attack misses too WHAT THE FUCK WHY HOLY SHIT Caraway heals me for 8 damage! Caraway gives bardic inspiration to Sildar as well! I rush back in and hit the dragon for 10 damage and then bite for 12 damage! +2 temp hp! Dragon breathes fire at us and I take 48 damage and I'm at 0 hp! Cool! I'm ded Sildar is unconcious but Galeforce still has a bit of HP. If you're curious we're getting the dick kicked out of our shit. Vova uses magic missile for 8 damage Sildar uses a saving throw Caraway heals me for 8 hp I swing for 8 damage! Dragon is bloodied and a little ticked off so it climbs up the tower and fucks off. Asshole dragon. We win... enough...

Sildar comes to and we tell him the dragon pissed off. Sildar asks Caraway to heal Galeforce. We walk back to the house and tell him we got the dragon to fuck off. He agrees to tell us where the castle is. Marking out map with quagmire castle (I know it's cragmire) It's somewhere in the woods south of thunderwood. The druid closes the door on us and I say "thank you..." We're not in any condition to keep going so we leave.

We hit the road to the castle!

[sapphic-loser16]

Prompt 9, how's about platonic kiddy Link and Saria?

9: “Wanna bet?”

Pairing: Link & Saria /p

Requests: Open

-x-

It had started off as an innocent walk in the woods.

“Hey, Link. You cant hit that branch off the tree with your slingshot,” Saria said, pointing to an infinitesimally small twig about thirty feet above their heads.

“Wanna bet?” He took aim and easily snapped it off from its high perch. “I bet you couldn’t even beat me back to the Village. Saria smirked and zoomed off

“Wanna bet?” She called, her voice already growing faint. Link yelled only half-angrily and shot off after her.

It had happened again two days later.

“Hey Link, I bet you couldn’t steal Mido’s sword without him noticing.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Hey Saria, I bet you couldn’t climb the tallest tree in the Lost Woods without falling off.”

“Wanna bet?”

The dares continued, each growing more absurd than the last. Link was running out of ideas.

“Hey Saria. I bet you couldn’t go to the grove and bring me back a baba seed.”

Saria paused. None of the Kokiri were supposed to go to the grove. It was far away from the Great Deku Tree and infested with monsters.

“I don’t know, Link. The Great Deku Tree told us not to go there. I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“Psh, I guess you’re just scared,” he taunted. Saria’s eyes glinted dangerously.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Ugh, fine! I’ll go get you your stupid baba seed.” She stomped off. Link smiled. There was no way she was going to be able to get one. Saria would come back empty handed, and he would win their little unspoken competition. He skipped off to his house, whistling a tune.

—

“Link! Get down here. Saria’s missing!”

Link jolted awake. He must have fallen asleep. He stuck his head out the window. Mido’s face was white, his freckled standing at attention.

“What?” He yelped. He flew down the ladder and plowed past an indignant Mido. Link ran to the Great Deku Tree, huffing and wheezing.

“Wha-what do y-you mean sh-she’s missing,” he gasped. The Deku Tree shifted. Mido thundered in behind him.

“Ah, Link and Mido. Yes, Saria is missing, and I’m afraid I cannot see where she is.”

“But you’re the Great Deku Tree! You can see everything that goes in in the forest,” Mido protested.

“Not all places. There is one location that I cannot peer into. But I cannot for the life of me think why Saria would go to the grove. She’s usually so conscientious of my rules.”

Link’s mouth went dryer then the sands of the desert.

“Um, actually…”

“What did you do, freak?” Mido shoved Link to the ground. He growled and sprang forward, pinning Mido to the dirt.

“I didn’t do anything! I dared her to go to the grove, but I thought she would chicken out. And I’m not a freak.” He pushed hard on Mido’s shoulders. He hissed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Boys, that is enough,” the Tree rumbled, voice dangerously low. Link scowled at him and reluctantly let him up.

“Link. Since you were the one who sent Saria into the grove, you will be the one to retrieve her.”

Mido smirked at him. “Have fun being baba food,” he hissed. He strode out of the forest with a smug look on his face. Link’s shoulders sagged.

“Great Deku Tree, I don’t mean for this to happen, you gotta believe me,” he pleaded. “She’s my best friend. Well, only friend,” he added sullenly.

“I know this, Link, but you must take responsibility for you actions. Now go.”

Link’s head dropped. He kicked at the dirt, but did as he was told. After all, Saria was in danger.

The woods grew twisted around him. Mist swirled around his ankles in steady streams. Unfamiliar animals hooted and cawed, sending shivers down his spine. He heard a shrill scream.

“Saria, he yelled, “I’m coming!”

His feet seemed to catch on every stray root and rock in his path. The screaming grew more terrified. Link pressed harder. He burst through a curtain of leaves.

Saria was there, wrapped in vines and dangerously close to the mouth of the biggest Deku baba he had ever seen in his life.

“Link, help me!” She screamed. Her feet kicked uselessly high above the ground. Link’s brain went into overdrive.

“Don’t worry Saria, I’m coming,” he called. He trapped a sharp stick off the ground, a sturdy bit of oak that was almost as tall as him. He ran up the Baba’s flailing vines, narrowly avoiding its swiped at his head. He jumped to Saria, and jammed the stick in between the baba’s gaping jaws. It roared and tried to snap at him, but the stick held fast. Link pulled at the vines that bound his friend. Saria wiggled and whimpered, eyes darting between Link and the salivating maw that was ready to eat them whole.

“Got it,” he gasped. The last of the vines fell away. He grabbed Saria’s hand and they raced down the twisting vines together. They heard a snapping noise. The baba’s mouth was free, and by the golden three it was angry.

“Run!”

Link didn’t need to be told twice. Saria pulled him along, branches whipping at their face and catching on their clothes. The roar grew distant, then silent. Saria wheezed, eyes wide.

“Saria. You need to sit down.”

Link guided her to a stump. “Saria, I’m so sorry. You almost got hurt because of me.”

“It my fault for being stupid enough to go,” she gasped. Tears trickled out of her eyes. “Link, I-I though that it was going to-“

“Shhhh,” he said. He hugged her gently, rubbing soft circles into her back. “You’re safe now, I promise.”

Saria nodded, and sniffed. She rooted around in the pocket of her jumper, and pulled something out.

“No way,” Link breathed. “You actually got a seed?”

“Yeah,” she said wetly. “Guess this means I’m not chicken, right?”

Link sighed, and smiled. “Never thought you were.” He grabbed her hand and led her down the path.

“Now let’s go home.

[greaterawarness]

Tips if you're struggling to write or are feeling discouraged!

Figure out where you write best! For example I found out that I can only really write and focus when I write on a desktop computer at a desk. I can write on a laptop but I succumb to distractions much easier and like having a larger screen. Maybe you do better with a laptop or even pen and paper.

Know what environment you write best in! I do my best work when its quiet and calm and inside. I cant focus with music or if someone is in the room watching a loud video or something. Maybe you do best listening to music or with someone to bounce ideas with. Maybe it's in your bed or on the couch or even outside. Move around and see what works best.

READ! I used to be a big reader in middle and high school until I graduated and went to college. I also worked full time and didnt want to waste my limited personal time reading. It was much easier to just watch a show on TV. So if you're like me it might take some time to get back into it but I promise it helps. I found it easier to get back into reading by finding people who write similar to my own writing and then branch out to other styles. I also found I really can only read hardcover books. Dont know why but the odds of me reading and finishing a book are higher when its hardcover. Reading makes writers better and is recommended by many authors such as Stephen King.

Don't believe you have to write every day! Just like the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder sometimes the best thing to do when you hit a wall is to just stop writing and take a rest. Do that thing all writers love and just think about your story or don't! Taking time away from your story can help you come back to it refreshed and excited to start again.

Don't beat yourself up for not writing large chunks of story every time. If all you can write is a paragraph then all you can write is a paragraph. Some days you may be able to pop out 10 pages others barely a page. All that matters is you sat down and wrote something.

Stop discouraging yourself for choosing yourself over writing. Chances are you arent a writer full time and have to work and go to school. Maybe you have kids or obligations that take time and energy. Life happens and it takes a lot out of you. If writing is making you stressed or even depressed similar to a normal job then stop. Take the time you need to feel better and come back to it when you're ready. Writing is HARD. And it takes a lot more effort and energy then most people think. Writing should be a fun and exciting thing but if you arent getting anything positive from it then its okay to stop and take care of yourself.

Encourage yourself and other writers! We're all in the same boat and we're all evolving and getting better at the art. Not everyone has supportive friends and family to cheer them on and give encouraging feedback. Help each other out and let someone know if you like their work. It may be what they need to keep on going and improving.

[bumbleklee]

compulsion (kaeya x reader)

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★ this is a vent piece because its supposed to rain all day tomorrow which means we cant shoot off fireworks or have a bonfire anymore and i am very upset and cant stop doing laps around my house lol <3

★ content warning: reader is mentally ill (manic and depressive episodes, hypervigilance, anxiety, obsessions, compulsions, etc)

When something goes wrong in a normal person’s life, they shrug their shoulders and move on. When something goes wrong in your life, you start to fixate on everything going wrong in your life. You can’t speak right, constantly forcing a laugh and making a joke about how the cat has your tongue, and you find yourself curling your fingers around your stupid bangs and wondering why the hell you cut them (even though you liked them earlier that day). And when you try to sleep off your feelings all you can do is lie in bed and wonder if you were being too manic with your friends that day. And then the fucking tree outside your window keeps hitting the glass and you regret not cutting the branch weeks ago. 

When Kaeya was around, he helped you come to your senses. All he needed to do was cup your face and tell you to take a deep breathe and you mind blanked. The only image in your mind was the beautiful man in front of you. And then your eyes drifted to his cape which was folded weirdly and now you could only think about the fold and it really wasn’t your place to worry about someone else’s folded cape but it was right there. 

But he didn’t mind. Kaeya said he appreciated your attentiveness to keep him neat and when you were around, there was never a hair on his head out of place. He laughed when he tried to hold your hand and you always flipped them. He didn’t know that the feeling of his hand linked with yours instead of yours linked with his made you want to throw up. 

The same feeling returned when Kaeya kissed you for the first time. You loved him so dearly and were waiting for the day he kissed you so why did you feel so sick when he did. You kept kissing Kaeya over and over to try and wash that feeling away. 

Kaeya didn’t mind you and your unusual ways. He never invaded your space but knew when to calm you. If he saw your hands clenching, Kaeya would hold them before you got a chance to wrap them up in your hair. If he saw you fidgeting with a blanket, trying to get it perfectly even on both sides, Kaeya would stand up and help you. If you began to overthink and throw yourself into a state of panic, Kaeya would hold you until your legs stopped shaking. 

He listened to you talk, too. Some days you talked and talked and talked. Kaeya was never angry with you when you repeated the same story to him four times in one day or asked the same question over and over again because you just couldn’t remember if you said it already. 

Kaeya even noticed your actions before you did. He pointed out how you tapped your thumbs together when you were anxious. He never questioned your strange behavior in sorting through your sock drawer too often or not being able to multitask on things every other person could. 

Kaeya made the wrong things in your life seem bearable. 

Except when he didn’t. 

If Kaeya woke up in a foul mood, giving you an accidental attitude, you would be sent into a spiral for the entire week. Once you wanted to rearrange the bedroom to make it up to him but you couldn’t finish what you started and he was only even more irritated when he came home to your bedroom in disarray. 

He started staying at work later and you could only wonder what you did wrong. Sometimes you sat at the kitchen table and moved a fork over the placemat until you felt the burning sensation in your chest reside only for it to light back up when your chair scraped across the floor too roughly. 

He didn’t get it. He didn’t get it and no one did. 

He didn’t understand that if you didn’t tilt your head to the left every morning your neck would ache all day and the reason your desk was a mess was because you put everything there on purpose because if you organized your papers, you wouldn’t be able to find anything. 

When Kaeya wasn’t around, when Kaeya was avoiding you, you ripped your hair out and your hands shook more than usual. Like always, you had gotten too attached to him too quickly and now you were suffering like you always did.  

You weren’t good enough for Kaeya. Things in your life were too wrong for Kaeya. So you didn’t know why he came back.

When it rained on your birthday and you couldn’t light sparklers anymore, you broke. You had such an amazing day but now you couldn’t light the fucking sparklers and everything was wrong. You couldn’t breathe and all you could think about was how horrible your outfit was and how your eyeliner was going to smudge if you started crying (and you started crying). It was embarrassing but you couldn’t help it. 

Yet, Kaeya was there. Like he had so many times in the past, he cupped your cheeks and told you he was sorry for taking a break, sorry for leaving when you were too vulnerable to be on your own. He knew what to say to make you feel okay and knew what to avoid that would send you into a frenzy. 

Deep down, you knew his words only made things better for now. The next time you ran out of your favorite cereal or couldn’t find a shirt you wanted to wear, you would tear yourself apart again. But Kaeya was here with you and no matter how irrational and unreasonable your mind was telling you things were, Kaeya was there to ground you. 

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

[windsource]

It’s in the Knowing (that Wishes Come True)

destiel december 2020 prompt: sledding + spn advent calendar 2020 prompt: wishes wc: ~1.4k

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“Dean, you had,” Sam huffs, “infinite possibilities at your disposal. And you wished for–for this?”

Dean’s a little confused, too, looking out at the mountains. Almost every inch is covered with a layer of snow, but by far, the hill they’re standing on has the thickest blanket. Dean’s feet sink into it a little when he shifts his weight, studying their surroundings.

Apart from the clearing they’re in, the place is littered with trees. Dean’s gaze follows the trunks up, until he’s looking at the sky, which is quickly losing light. He thinks he can make out the beginning twinkles of constellations, and when he laughs, a puff of frosty breath obscures them for a moment before fading off.

Then he smells it—something like firewood, he thinks, and turns towards it. Eyes still searching the tops of the trees, Dean catches sight of a thin column of smoke, likely from a cabin nearby.

A few feet away from them, a tree branch packed with snow loses its hold, and the whump of the snow hitting the ground startles Dean out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know, man,” Dean says, “It’s not like I really had a choice. I just, you know, just had this thought, I guess, and now…we’re here.”

He turns back to Sam, who focuses on Dean once more, seemingly having caught sight of the smoke too.

“I’m assuming…those have something to do with it?”

Dean’s eyes follow the direction Sam’s finger is pointing to, which is a somewhere on the ground and behind Dean, off to his left. Just at the edge of the hill sit two sleds—the old, wooden kind that seem like they’re always one good bump away from splintering into a million pieces, but somehow never do.

He chuckles, moving towards them to check them out, when Sam urgently pats his shoulder. Dean swivels around, taking in Sam’s confused—but not shocked—expression, and once more tracks his stare to see what he’s looking at. 

Dean finds himself mirroring his brother, but otherwise smiling despite himself.

“What took you so long?” He hears himself say, feels Sam looking at him weird in response. If this was his “wish,” then this only made sense—it’d just been a matter of waiting for him to show up.

Cas levels him with a stare that says ‘really?’ and Dean moves to meet him half way.

“Jackets,” Cas says, handing Dean a thick black one that looks like it’s meant for snow. Dean takes it. “And Jack,” Cas adds. With a gentle tilt of his head, Dean looks over and sees Jack, not too far away, walking briskly towards them with something small in his hands.

“You two always come out here practically naked,” Cas says, leaving Dean and handing Sam his own jacket. “And the lumberjack outfits are fine for when it’s any other season, but you do realize it’s the dead of winter, right?”

“Well, you…” Dean starts, about to tell him off for the dress shoes and trench coat he’s never seen without, except that Cas isn’t wearing them, he’s…

“Cas, is that—are those—are you wearing boots?” Sam asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice.

Cas looks down, frowning. “These are my snow boots. Dean got them for me last Christmas.” He shoots Dean a confused glance, as though Dean should be in on this, and Sam was the one acting deluded. Dean can’t really bring himself to care, too busy smiling at the rest of Cas’ outfit.

He’s about to comment on the snow pants, which are black and baggy over Cas’ lower half, but Jack makes it to them just in time, pushing something into Cas’ chest.

“You forgot your beanie,” Jack explains, and then looking up at them, “I thought you guys came out ahead of us so you could ‘get the sleds ready.’ Cas and I started on the cookies so they should be done by the time we get back.”

Dean watches Cas slip the beanie on, losing his breath a little at the sight. The thought occurs to him—when he’s looking long enough to notice Cas’ red nose and ears and cheeks—that angels don’t usually get cold.

“Hang on—you left the oven on unattended?” Sam says. Pulling his eyes away from Cas, Dean chuckles at the wild look on Sam’s face, like he’s half ready to bolt for the cabin to stop it from catching fire.

“Of course not.” Jack frowns at him like he should know better. “I charmed it with the spell you taught me. It’ll shut off automatically when it’s done.”

Sam relaxes, forcing a smile. “Right. Uh, Dean? Can we talk for a second?”

Dean follows him around to the nearest tree, which is far enough away that Jack and Cas probably won’t hear them over their own conversation (Dean thinks he hears something about hot chocolate) if they talk quietly enough.

“We can’t stay here,” Sam says, “We have to find a way out.”

Dean wets his lips, “I know, Sammy, but…” He looks over at Jack and Cas.

Sam is quiet for a second before he notes, “You want to stay.”

He shrugs. “Just…just for a little while longer. We can–we can go sledding, eh? We haven’t done that since we were kids! And then—then we can figure out a way out of here.”

Sam has a look of growing concern on his face, something Dean thinks is teetering too close to pity.

“What?” He jokes, “You’re telling me you don’t wanna see those two sled? It’s not for us, Sam, it’s for the nerdy angels over there.”

His brother manages a smile, which is a relief. “Sure,” he says gently. Dean pretends not to hear it, heading now for the sleds and waving them all over.

He pulls the sleds apart, placing them each by the hill’s edge, but not so close that sitting on them would be enough to send them flying down the slope.

“Okay,” Dean starts, “How do we want to do this?”

Dean knows the answer before anyone says it. Better stated: he knows his wish before anyone else does.

“The logical route would be to pair up,” Cas says seriously, “You and Sam have done this before, so each of you gets a sled.”

Dean feels his chest go tight with anticipation for a second, and then it subsides. He nods.

“Good idea. Who—”

“I’ll go with Jack,” Sam interrupts, a wry smile on his face. Dean quirks his lips in a smile, cocking his head to the side in a mild ‘screw you’ gesture to his brother. He turns to Cas.

“Well, hop on then Louise and we’ll sail off this cliff together,” Dean says. He waits for the recognition to spark in Cas’ eyes and he smiles—for real this time—as Cas situates himself in the front of the sled. He spares Jack and Sam a glance, amused at how Sam is struggling not to take up most of the sled with his legs, before sitting down behind Cas. 

And he stays like that for a moment, sitting awkwardly and gathering his courage, until he musters up enough to wrap his legs around him.

“I’m nervous,” he hears Jack say. Dean thinks, Me too. Sam laughs and reassures Jack that it’ll be fine.

“Okay, uh, you’re gonna have to lean back once we kick off, alright?” Dean instructs, trying to remember how to do this. 

“You promise I won’t fall?” 

Dean swallows. “Nah. I’ll hang on to you.”

“Let’s race,” Sam says. He can feel him staring and avoids Sam’s gaze. He’ll blame the tint on his cheeks and ears on the cold, if Sam ever asks. 

Dean scoffs, “You’ll lose.”

“Prove it,” Sam responds, and then he’s pushing off and leaving them in the dust.

Dean’s surprised by the laugh that escapes him, and then he’s pushing off too, and he and Cas are propelled down the snowy slope after the others.

Cas leans back as instructed. Dean’s pretty sure the guy can feel the rush of his heartbeat with his back on Dean’s chest like that, but Dean can also feel Cas’ steel grips on his legs, nails digging into his shins. 

He laces an arm around Cas’ chest, pressing him closer. “I’ve got you!” he reminds him. 

There’s a beat, and then over the sound of the wind whipping against their faces, Cas says, “I know.”

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