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[Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - AU] Summary: A good future version after the Krang are defeated and the end of the world is postponed. But not everything that shines is golden and life isn’t always easy as a mutated ninja turtle!   CW: Blood/Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Loss of limbs

Written Story by Co-Creator @rosesofenvy ❤ Crossover with @thegunnsara [Ref Sheets] Michelangelo | Donatello | Leonardo & Raphael [Comic] Fused Ninpo: Raph & Donnie | Fused Ninpo: The Sun God [Comic] The Best Prank [Art] Mikey | Leoichi  [Story Content] Donnie & Leo losing arms | Leo post arm loss | Donnie talks | Mikey captured  [Fan Kids] #Ammi  Amaterasu Hamato: Mikey’s and Gen’s created child Ammi’s Creation | Older Ammi | Ammi’s abilities | Ammi & Uncles | Crazy Ammi #Saber  Saber Hamato: Leo’s and Yuichi’s adopted child Saber appears | Leo worries | Cold and Alone | Leo found Saber | Doubts & Happy Ending | Older Saber

#Tsuki  Tsukuyomi Hamato: Mikey’s and Gen’s created child Tsuki’s Creation

#Izzy Isabella Hamato: Donnie’s and Kendra’s lab accident child [Relationships] #Angenlo [Mikey x Gen] | #Leoichi [Leo x Yuichi] | #Kendratello [Donnie x Kendra] | #Rasey [Raph x Cassandra]

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“Chosen Family” [hiatus] [Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - AU] Summary: Splinter is struggling with his four newly acquired Turtle babies and comes across Carol. Although their first meeting is more than bumpy, they find out that they have a lot more in common as parents and Carol realizes quickly that she can’t toss the family out of her apartment. Their Co-parenting adventure begins! #ChosenFamilyAU

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• “Mom, I can explain” [finished] [Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Post Movie - Prequel to “Golden Future”] Summary: Leo got pulled from the portal of the prison dimension and with their home wrecked April sees no other choice but to call her Mother for help. Everyone is injured and tired and Carol is there to mend some of their wounds- physically and emotionally.

CW: Blood/Injury, Hurt/Comfort

#MomIcanexplain

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• “Dragonous” [discontinued] [Villainous - AU] Summary:  Everybody is turned into dragons, lizards or other mythical creatures. Dragons are extinct in Flug's time and nobody knows why. He wants to be the one to find out and in his mad quest, ends up traveling to the past. GENERAL INFORMATION Art Program: Paint Tool SAI Tablet: Wacom Cintiq 22HD Language: German, English

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@dino-boyo-agere gave me such a wonderful Supernatural request that I literally had to break it up into two parts because I realized I was writing such a long story!😂 I promise your request is going to be the part 2 of this story because I feel the questions you asked in your request are better answered in the second part.

I decided to write something a little different for me. It’s not my standard comfort agere fic but I’m really proud of the interesting story that plays out here. There some LGBTQ+ acceptance, there’s some fun dialogue and there’s even a cliffhanger! You don’t need to read the other fics to understand this one, but if you’d like to here’s the first one in my mini series, and here’s the second one.

Please everyone enjoy the part one of this adorable Supernatural Age Regression fic! But please be warned with the trigger warnings below!

The Little Hunt Begins

(Part 1)

Little!Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

TW - the reason why there is no SFW tag is because of usual supernatural violence, language & kidnapping at the end. (Don’t worry this is resolved in part 2) Please be warned if this isn’t your speed!

Tags - hiding regression, diapers, thumb sucking, CG Castiel, LGBTQ+ confessions, brotherly acceptance!, cliffhanger ending, sorry not sorry, told by Dean’s POV,

Nickname - Sammy, ‘ammy

Click here for Part 2

The past few months have been the most peaceful months Dean’s had in years. With Castiel as his Caregiver, he’s been regressing regularly in the bunker with Castiel watching over him.

His peace would’ve continued if it hadn’t been for Sam finding a new hunt for the two of them. He doesn’t blame his brother, they have been inching to get out of the bunker for a while now.

But the thing is, it’s been a while since they had a hunt with Dean’s new regression schedule. The whole idea made him nervous, very nervous.

Dean paced back and forth in his room while Castiel sat on his bed.

“Why can’t you just let me ask Sam to join?” Cas asked.

“Because it will look suspicious! He’s already been questioning why the two of us are always together. I just…” Dean sat on the bed beside Cas, “I just don’t want him to know.”

Cas sighed, wrapping his arm around Dean, “You know, Sam might understand if you just take the time to explain it to him. With everything you’ve been through he might understand your need for regression.”

“No, NO! He can’t know Cas. He can’t.” Dean shook his head. “He wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think you’re giving Sam enough credit. I think if you took the time to properly explain it he would understand.” Cas countered but Dean wasn’t listening.

He turned his body towards Cas, hiding his face in his shoulder. His arms wrapped Castiel’s neck. “He can’t know…I don’t want him to.”

Castiel sighed but nodded his head. His arms wrapped around Dean, holding his Little close. “Then he won’t know.”

“I’m just…scared. I don’t want to regress around him.” It was hard for Dean to admit it. After all, how many hunts has be done before Castiel found out about his regression? But now, without Castiel joining him, he felt vulnerable.

“You know that just in case you do all you have to do is call on me and I’ll be right there.” Cas started to explain, “But, I do have a plan that’s going to help you through this hunt.”

That got Dean to lift his head off Cas’ shoulder and look at him intrigued.

~~~

With a long goodbye to Cas, Dean joined Sam in the garage and the two took off to their hunt, miles away.

The car ride was quiet for the most part. Dean blasted his music while Sam played on his phone. But then the silence was broken.

“What’s been going on with you and Cas?”

Dean almost swerved the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always hanging out together. Like more than usual. Are you guys…um…”

“What Sammy? Spit it out.” Dean sighed.

“Are you guys a couple?” Sam asked.

Now that short circuited Dean’s brain all together. Here’s him worried about Sam finding out about his regression that the thought of this looking as if they were dating didn’t even cross his mind.

But now that he was thinking about it, he did like Cas. He’s a great Caregiver and he’s always been so kind to Dean even outside his regression. What if they were something more than just Caregiver and Regressor?

These are thoughts for another day when he isn’t so stressed about this stupid hunt!

A small blush started to creep onto Dean’s cheeks at the thoughts circling his brain.

“What? No. No we aren’t a couple.” Dean tried to say as cool as usual.

“Really? Because you seen all flustered at the thought of it.” Sam chuckled.

“No we aren’t dating Sammy. I would’ve told you if we were.”

There was silence in the car again until another question popped up.

“But you like Castiel?”

Dean’s heart dropped. Of course he liked Castiel. He meant everything to his little side. But he always meant everything to him outside of his regression. But this question wasn’t meant for that answer…but Dean still answered it.

“I mean…I don’t know, maybe. Would that be so wrong?” Dean asked with s pounding heart.

Sam shook his head, “No dude that wouldn’t be wrong at all. I mean if you like Cas that much maybe you should ask him.”

Relief filled Dean’s soul. Even though it wasn’t relief to his stresses about his regression, it was relief that his brother, despite everything, still loved and accepted Dean for who he was.

“Maybe I will, maybe I will.” Dean smirked. “What about you? Anyone on your radar?”

Now it was Sam’s turn to turn pink, “What? No. No, there’s no one on my radar.”

“I don’t know, I hear you always on the phone with someone. Maybe they’re a special someone?”

“Yeah you wish.” Sam chuckled.

“More like you wish.” Dean chuckled back. “Come oooooooooonnnnnnnnn, who are they?”

Sam smiled as his face got more pink. But he looked a little nervous at the admission, “He’s…um…he’s unexpectedly really kind.”

“He?” Dean laughed, “Would you look at us Sammy?” He laughed. Sam laughed too. Would you look at them. Both perfectly accepted for who they were.

“Just make sure whoever this he is knows that if he hurts you I’ll kill him.”

Sam chuckled, “Yeah? Okay Dean.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“I’m not kidding I will! This guy better watch out.” Dean added trying his best to be intimidating.

~~~

Castiel’s plan was simply yet perfect for Dean. Dean’s biggest fear is regressing in his sleep and waking up to a wet bed. The solution? He secretly wears his usual diapers to bed.

But how will he get around Sam seeing?

Well every night he’ll take a shower and hide the diaper his pajamas. After he’s showered he’ll change into a diaper and just hop into bed, go straight under the covers and avoiding Sam’s detection all together.

Then in the morning he’ll wake up early, get changed while Sam sleeps and throw the wet diaper away.

It’s a fool proof plan Cas came up with!

They traveled all day and settled into their hotel for the night. Sam sat at the hotel’s table and researched away the case.

“Apparently there’s been a lot of mysteries happening to couples in the area dating back to the 1600s. Most called it witchcraft.” Sam explained.

Dean sighed, “So we’re dealing with witches?”

“Sounds like it.” Sam sighed back closing his computer before getting up to flop into his hotel bed.

Dean took it as his que to get ready for bed. With shaking hands he grabbed his pajamas with the diaper hidden inside and stood up.

“You need the bathroom before I shower?”

“Ummmm, no. No, you’re all good. Thanks.” Sam replied before turned his attention back to his phone.

Dean nodded before slipping inside. With the door shut behind him, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

After a shower and a quick change, Dean was shaking from nerves…again. With his diaper on under his clothes he feared the couple of steps from bathroom to bed would scream to Sam that he was wearing a diaper.

But it didn’t. Dean carefully made his way back to his bed and under the covers before Sam has even realized he left the bathroom.

When he did realize, Sam got up to use the bathroom himself. When he returned he turned off the light and wish his brother a good night before heading off to bed himself.

The plan worked!! Dean turned to his side and closed his eyes. Castiel’s plan had worked! Sam never said or suspected a thing!

“Thank you Cas.” Dean called out silently to the Angel.

A warm and calm presence wrapped around Dean, causing him to know the Angel got his message. His eyes slipped close as he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

~~~

The plan was fool proof. As the next day arrived Sam never got suspicious of Dean and his diaper.

They went out and talked to the police as they began their investigation of the murders. Then spent the rest of the day in the local library looking into the historical records.

“There,” Sam pointed out, “There’s a florist down the road from here that used to be the home of a famous witch’s house before she was evicted and well…” he trailed off.

“My guess is if they’re here, that’s where they would be hiding out.”

Dean yawned before patting Sam back, “Good work Sammy!”

He looked up at the clock in the library. It was too late to go today, this would have to be a mission for tomorrow. “Come on, let’s call it a day. We’ll go tomorrow.”

Sam nodded, rubbing his tired eyes, “Yeah that’s a good idea.”

~~~

After eating some take out, both Winchester were exhausted after a long day of working and researching. Both laid on their respective beds absolutely tired.

Dean didn’t feel like a shower tonight, too exhausted to pull himself into the shower and back into bed. But he did need to get changed discreetly. So he grabbed his pajamas, hidden diaper and tooth brush and went into the bathroom.

Dean changed for the night and was beginning to brush his teeth. He wasn’t in there long, maybe about 10 minutes when there was a frantic knock at the bathroom door.

“Dean…a-are you going to be long?” Sam asked with a worried tone to his voice.

“No, why what’s the-.” Dean opened the bathroom door, tooth brush still in mouth when he was ripped out of the bathroom by Sam. He promptly slammed the door in Dean’s face.

Dean stood there, a bit taken back. A thousand thoughts ran through his head as to what happened to his brother, but one image stayed in his mind. Sam was holding himself, as if he was about to have an accident.

Dean was sure he saw it, a move he himself had done on occasion when he was so deep into his little headspace he almost forgot to go potty. Could Sam be…What?! No. No! Well…maybe?

With a thousand thoughts running through his head, Dean took a seat on his bed and continued to brush his teeth. Eventually Sam walked out of the bathroom, face red as an apple and avoiding Dean’s eyes.

Dean went to the bathroom himself, spit out his tooth paste and slipped back into his bed. Sam seemed as though he wanted to go right back to bed and avoid everything all together, but Dean on the other hand want to ask him questions.

“You okay Sammy?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I just…I just really needed to go pot-…really needed to go pee. That’s all.” Sam explained, face red as ever. “You were in there forever!”

“I was not!”

“You were too!”

“I was maybe in there for 5 minutes!” Dean complained.

“No! You were in there for wayyyyy longer. I was dying out here.”

Dean wanted to ask and say so much more, but he could see the topic easy really starting to get to Sam who was gripping his blanket to the point of almost ripping it.

“Alright, alright maybe I was in there for too long. I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted to ask because I’m was worried maybe you were feeling sick or something.” Dean asked, starting to sound sincere.

Sam’s grip on the blanket ceased when he heard Dean’s honest answer. “I’m fine Dean. Like I said…just had to go pee.”

“Okay, I was just worried. Good night Sammy. Sleep well.”

“You too Dean.” Sam added before turning over and going to sleep.

Dean turns over as well and tried to go to sleep but his mind races with a thousand possibilities, one of them being Sam as another Little just like him.

~~~

Dean slept past his alarm and woke up a lot later than he wanted. He remembered hearing Sam on the phone with someone then the sound of the hotel room door closing.

His eyes fluttered open as he moved his thumb from his mouth to rub his tired eyes. WAIT. Dean sat up and moved his thumb far away from his mouth, wiping his face on his sleeve of any remaining drool.

He looked around frantically but thankfully his brother was out. He didn’t see Sam meaning Sam maybe didn’t see him sucking his thumb.

Dean sighed. He just wanted this case to be over so he could just go back to cuddling with Castiel and watch Scooby Doo.

But maybe they could wrap this case up today or tomorrow, then the idea of being with his Caregiver wasn’t such a far off idea.

Dean pulled himself out of bed and quickly got changed before Sam came back to the hotel room. In his hands were two plastic bags from the supermarket.

“Where have you been?” Dean asked.

“Good morning to you to sleeping beauty.” Sam joked quickly stashing one of the bags by his stuff before setting the other on the table. “I just had to grab something at the store for myself but I was kind enough to get us breakfast too.”

Sam threw Dean a box onto the bed he was sitting on. Dean leaned forward and grabbed the box, looking back up at Sam like he was crazy.

“What hell is this?”

“What do you mean?”

Dean help up the box of granola bars, “This is breakfast?”

“What? I always eat those for breakfast?”

“That’s because you’re 80. I can’t eat this! I need a real breakfast!” Dean could hear the twinge of his littler self in his voice.

“Come on dude, really?” Sam sighed.

Dean crossed his arms, “Really. I don’t want to eat this…this healthy stuff.” He felt the urge to stomp his foot but quickly stopped himself.

He uncrossed his arms and cleared his throat and tried to push his little headspace down, “Come on, let’s go get some real food. My treat.”

“I’ll umm….I’ll meet you there, I just need to go to the bathroom real fast and get changed…into my suit! For the case of course.” Sam tried to right away convince. But Dean could sense there was something more.

But he didn’t question it. He just took the que right away, “Don’t take too long, I’m starving. Meet you at the car.” He smile to try and reassure his brother before grabbing his keys and exiting the hotel room.

~~~

They never talked about it. Not at the breakfast diner nor at the drive to the florist. It didn’t stop Dean from having a million thoughts about what was happening.

It wasn’t his business, he knew it wasn’t. He asked Sam if he was okay, and he said he was. That was as far as he wanted to get into. But it was hard to stop himself from the thousand of possibilities running through his mind, mostly his brother being a Regressor like him.

But they had a case to get back to! So with stomachs full of pancakes they were in search of the witch florist! There was just one issue…the address they had was wrong.

So they drove, and drove, and drove around the town in search of this damn florist! Finally after a hour of driving around this stupid town they found the florist hidden away off the main road.

When the two walked through the door, the smell of the flowers practically smacked them in the face. Immediately both were taken back by the intensity.

“Boys! Welcome!” A woman at the counter welcomed them. “What brings you in today? Looking to get something for your girlfriends?” She should only know.

Sam walked around the flower shop while Dean walked to the counter, “I’m agent Graham and he’s agent Mobius. We’re investigating the murders of Julia and Andrews. The police told us they visited here before they were found well…”

“I heard. Oh it was terrible what happened to that lovely couple. They were so young and vibrant. It’s a shame really.”

“What were they in for?”

“Well, they seemed to be having some relationship issues. Apparently he never bought her any flowers. So she dragged him in here to get her some.”

“What flowers did they get?”

“Oh they got these ones over here.” The older woman led the way through the florist shop. Dean nodded his head to Sam to check the back while he walked with the older woman to another part of the story. He nodded back and went to it.

Dean followed the older woman as she made her way through the store. The store was loaded with different flowers, all different colors, sizes and scents. It was starting to get to him a bit. He felt dizzy.

“How long have you guys been here?” He asked.

“Oh, for many many years child.”

Child? That’s a strange nickname. But she’s old…old people have strange nicknames he guesses.

“Here we are. They ordered these.” She pulled a white flower out from a bundle and handed it to him. “They’re in season right now, take a whiff.”

Dean looked at the flower then looked at her. He needed to buy Sam some time anyway, plus what was one extra flower when he was smelling all of them since he entered the damn place. He brought the flower close and took a whiff.

Suddenly it was as if smell had punched him in the gut. He gasped and dropped the flower as he felt himself quickly being thrown into his little headspace without any control.

“What the hell was that?!” He backed up.

“Such big language for such a young boy like yourself. You hunters really should be more careful considering your headspaces.”

Dean could feel himself not only regressing but getting really tired really fast. He needed to get Sam and they needed to get out of here NOW.

He started to backtrack but he wasn’t as coordinated as he was before. He swayed from one wall to the other, trying to get to where Sam was.

“Sammy!!”

“Oh I’m sure your brother is being taken good care of.” He heard the older woman call out from behind.

He was moving more slowly, his eyes drooping and his regression taking hold. Tears fell from his eyes. “S-S- ‘ammy!” He wanted his brother! He would protect him. He would save him from this lady! He’s always so smart and he always has a good plan!

But before Dean could reach him fell to the ground, his head swirling. He look to the side and there was his brother, sound asleep on the floor just a little away from him.

“ ‘ammy.” Dean muttered, reaching his arm out to his brother before his eyes rolled back. He fell into a deep sleep as he longed for his stuffies, his toys, his sippy cup and most of all his Angel.

(AN- Oh no! Our boys are in peril! Don’t worry I’m currently writing part 2 while you’re reading this. Let me know how you enjoyed this change of fic writing. It’s a little darker than what I normally write but I kind of like the change a bit! I’ve got a darker moon knight fic in mind too. Let me know if you’d read something like that too. But back to this fic…what’s going on with Sam👀 Who’s he on the phone with all the time?👀 What’s up with that? All shall be revealed in part 2 with is from Sam’s POV. Stay tuned!)

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@gale-dekarios thank you so much for tagging me! I'm so sorry I didn't get to this sooner. I had finals this past week and wanted to get those done. But now that it's done....

Tagging the following: @tee-dohrnii, @hyperfixationstation128, @busy-baker, @morgandekarios, @pandemneek, @inglorionamy-ammy And anyone who wants to do this ^^

An event that defines your character's past

Melpomene lost her mum at the age of 6, then was taken in unwillingly by her father and his wife with their three daughters. After her father died his own father come live with them to make sure the family was secure. The family had to begrudgingly let Melpomene be a part of them, but her grandfather adored her. He's the reason she became a bard. When he died when she was 12 years old, he gave her his cloak and lute. Even though she was forced to work in her own home as a servant, she always held onto the memory of her grandfather and her mother and all they'd done for her.

And even though you're gone I know through me you'll always live I won't forget you And all you've done for me

2. How your character sees themselves

Despite the justifiable hard life she lives, she doesn't feel that she has it bad. After all, there's always someone who had it worse. And she constantly feels she's had it the easiest compared to her new fellow companions. Therefore, she tends to hide her past from everyone until they convince her to open up.

Somewhere in the universe, somewhere someone's got it worse Wish that made it easier, wish I didn't feel the hurt The world's smallest violin really needs an audience So if I do not find somebody soon, I'll blow up into smithereens And spew my tiny symphony

3. How others view them

Even though she's shy and slowly trying to open up more with her music, she doesn't feel she's anything that anyone would want to listen to. After years of degrading comments, it's hard to reverse that line of thinking. Thank goodness she's got friends who will listen to her music :)

But you gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

Before Gale showed her what she truly deserves in life, Melpomene was stuck in an abusive household. Forced to be a servant for her stepmother and half sisters who took everything from her. She's never been more glad she attempted to run away and be taken by the nautiloid since it gave her Gale.

I used to hear a simple song That was until you came along You took my broken melody And now I hear a symphony And now I hear a symphony

5. A major fight scene

No words needed. This is a kickass song and really makes you wanna have a badass fight.

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something

6. End credits song

I imagine this is what would be considered Gale and Melpomene's first wedding dance song. And seeing as Gale was her happily ever after, this would fit.

Changing colour in our sleep Cause we're dreaming the same dream I'll be still in love with you Changing colour in our sleep

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Wait omg I’m dumb, I didn’t actually press the submit button. I was GONNA ask about James Finding the File in your WIP tag game yesterday but then I didn’t lmao. Better late then never tho so: 👀

Oh lmao you're totally good!! Better late than never!! c: so happy to answer questions about this one!

This is the next part of Detective Amy shenanigans that begins like this:

Detective Lockhart’s office was tucked away in a part of the vault that few people came by, but that was fine with her. She’d never been the kind of person who thrived in the spotlight. She sat alone in a dusty room with one lamp, cluttered by the belongings of the other tenants in the building. The price of low rent. She’d rather have a place of her own, but credits were tight and she was saving up for something far more important. This was where she kept her most important case files. Out of the hands of the prying public and locked away for only her eyes to see. If only she could get that journal with the lock and key, and if only it wasn’t in pink with hearts on it… Then she’d truly have her information secure.  A knock on the door sounded as true and sure as any other. What poor soul had made their way to her doorstep today? “Come in, but only if you’re willing to do business.” Leo pushed open the door, jamming his fingers into the slit where the lamp cord came out, and mumbled, “Ammy! Give Capn pees?” Amy siged, annoyed, and got the Captain Cosmo action figure out of the toy chest next to her, “Why don’t you just keep on the nightstand? What if I was in here with a client, huh?” She handed it to him and he broke out into a happy wiggle. “Tank you, Ammy!” He kissed her cheek clumsily and toddled away giggling happily.   Amy pulled the closet door closed and sighed ruefully. She remembered when she used to be that young and free- when she spent her days running through the halls of the vault on her Mama’s shoulders. She took out a lollipop out of her dad’s old cigar case and ripped off the wrapper. It was getting harder to remember her. Each day that passed was another day away from the past, and another day away from Mama. Amy sniffed. She wasn’t about to let that happen to someone else’s mom.  The authorities Daddy and Officer Gomez didn’t want her working the Deloria case, but their explanation was lacking. It was fishy. (Or, rather, she figured it sounded fishy. The cops in the Silver Shroud were always held back by the law, so there was a lot they couldn’t say to “civilians”. Amy had tried to argue she wasn’t one, but Officer Gomez pointed out that even as a private detective or a vigilante she wasn’t the law. He had her there.)  Daddy looked like he’d had more he wanted to say, but he got called into a meeting with the Overseer. With both of them busy that put Amy home alone with with Ms. Beatrice (blech) and Leo. It was more like house arrest. They were holding her in her own home on a weekend when there was a mystery out there that needed to be solved! She was supposed to hangout with Amata today too…

And ends a little something like this:

“Sweetheart, what is this?” He’s broken. Sitting on Amy’s bed with the lamp lighting the room. Leo’s asleep in his crib/bed. Amy is scared. Scared that he’s mad at her, scared that he’ll take it away, she wants to rip it away from him. So she gets angry. She screams, “That’s not yours!” She jumps on the bed and desperately tries to claw it away from him. He keeps it out of her reach, “Sweetie- calm down-” “No! It’s not yours! Give it back! Give it back!” Amy’s hitting him, crying. James’ heart is breaking but he doesn’t give it back. He knows he needs to burn all of this. She knows so much more than she should. He has to get rid of this before she actually tells anyone about this, “I can’t sweetie. I can’t. This isn’t-” his voice falters because he’s guilty and heartbroken, “This isn’t healthy for you.” “SHE’S ALIVE! SHE’S NOT DEAD! She’s just gone! I can prove it, I can prove it!!!” Amy is so desperate, so desperate to get her mom back, to not forget. 

Amy is a little too smart for her own good. Thanks for asking <3

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I was thinking about the concepts of a god in video games and my favourite depiction of it is in Okami. Because... nobody really knows that you play as the god, in fact, it is a pretty huge plot point that everybody stopped believing in the gods. And then you go around with Amaterasu and help out people... but you don't do it with a big fanfare, you just go there and use a little magic that just looks like it was a coincidence. And then people are like "What just happened?!" and often they talk to Ammy because she is there, but for them, she is just the cute little doggy, but then they give praise because their problem got solved and it all gets to Ammy. And it is like this in the whole game. And not only that, the people react to your shenanigans. If you let a tree bloom in front of them, they have a surprised animation and a question mark over their head and then go back to what they were doing, probably thinking "Well, that was strange." And you keep doing stuff that just isn't logic over the course of the game and then... in the end... they finally believe in Ammy, but only after Issun told them about her. I just... really love the idea that a god is someone who just is around and helps without expecting anything in return and just taking the praise of people who now not have a problem anymore. And the fact that they animated people reacting to random shenanigans and not only people, also every single animal. I just love Okami so much.

535 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. März 2022

#2

Demon's Souls: Everything went to shit because one guy was power hungry. Dark Souls Trilogy: Everything went to shit because the gods wanted to stay in power. Bloodborne: Everything went to shit because humanity tried to ascend to become gods. Sekiro: Everything was already shit, but hoo boy, you better would not have abducted the one the Shinobi wanted to protect. Elden Ring: Everything went to shit because family drama.

695 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. April 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

You know, one thing that makes the Soulsborne games so great is the fact that your character is an absolute nobody. You are not supposed to be some godlike being with powers beyond measure or the one who is fated to do great things. Sure, Dark Souls 1 has the Chosen Undead, but it becomes revealed quickly that the Chosen One trope is a farce and so it gets completely subverted. In Dark Souls 2 you are simply the Bearer of the Curse, just one of many who suffer from the curse. In Dark Souls 3 you get told straight up that you were the last they could ask, because you are the loser of the losers. In Bloodborne we play as some unlucky random person who got wrapped up in Yharnam's affair. In Demon's Souls our Slayer straight up gets enslaved to the Nexus out of sheer desperation of the Monumental. And in Sekiro we play as a single Shinobi, who can't take on a whole army himself. So he makes defense to his greatest offense and uses stealth and dirty tricks. Which leaves the Tarnished, the one who is played the most straight. Elden Ring has this amazing opening movie and we get to see the six Tarnished who will probably be the main bosses of the game and... ...one another... Our player character. Here is the thing. It was never meant that our character should win. In fact, in Soulsborne all odds are AGAINST our character. It is the fact that DESPITE everything they win, that is the theme of these games. Our character has only one thing going for them... They can't die. And therefore, only giving up is when they lost. It's a theme of overcoming, a theme of persevering, a theme of fighting a battle that should be unwinable, but isn't. You just have to try it again and again. And that is what I love about these games.

5.021 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. März 2022

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[roukabi]

When the. When the Rising Sun theme plays during the Okami x Monster Hunter: Rise event quest and reminds u that Okami really is the Game of All Time with the Soundtrack ever

[hxlcyon]

tagged by @delvalentine (absolutely affectionately) 🥺💕 thank you for the tag and the chance to ramble?? thank u vv much kdbchd ANYWAY ignore my far too long answers in the read below

Rules: Tag five followers you'd like to get to know better. i hope u know reading this made me snort cause ive been followed by over 60 porn bots in the past couple of weeks—i know who im gonna tag now /j

Nicknames: ammy, bazooka, su, sury, ray (i feel like i'm forgetting one but?? oh well)

Gender: nonbinary by all pronouns babbbyeee ✌️

Star Sign: capricorn!! ♑️

Sexuality: demi-pan

Hogwarts House: i hope u know this question took me the longest and i had to go through so many fuckin harry potter quizzes and all of them are either super fuckin like abcd or so v archetype specific that it made it unrelatable because why tf would having done a singular sport in the past put me in gryffindor or having a singular moral in hufflepuff—anyway probably slytherin or gryffindor ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite Animals: HARD QUESTION..... HM... i really love beluga whales and emperor penguins!! BUT.. i've been thinking abt pandas sm like u wouldn't believe..! literally, i put on a panda zoo cam while i was stress writing for an assignment a couple of months ago and the absolute tranquility i felt.... effervescent 🐌

Average hours of sleep per night: my sleep schedule used to be really bad until a month ago when i started a strict routine. like... it used to be around 1 hour to 26 hours....... BUT!! now!! i get maybe about 6-8 hours of sleep each night (if i get less than 6 at this point ill just fall asleep standing jfc)!! my skin has never been better!! although, i really haven't had the chance to have dreams lately cause of that;;

Dogs or Cats: hurts... to admit it... after refusing to admit it for years.. but....... cats...... i'm so sorry fido, but i think i've just lost the energy to keep up with dogs haha

Number of Blankets: used to sleep with 5+ but it's too hot here so now i sleep with only 2 blankets—to be fair though?? one is a weighted heated blanket so it should count for a couple of extra blankets right?? anyway. my pillow count is over 20+ and i am constantly looking to expand my collection of soft, marshmallow plushes to sleep on

Dream Trip: wherever tf that one underwater hotel was where u can fall asleep looking at jellyfish with pretty blue lights and the inevitable fear of the glass walls of the hotel shattering under the pressure of the hotel's poor architecture

and also a hatsune miku concert tour

Dream Job: i simply do not dream of work. i feel like i answered this question b4 in a different tag meme but u know what?? i am consistent. i dream of no labor and a shitton of money. but also, i'd love to be a girlboss™ and yoshi-p by creating a product/game that people come to adore alongside a whole community to join my passion project

When I made this account: ?? after going through my tumblr anniversary/birthday emails, i think i made this account on Dec 15, 2014? not fully sure but i guess i never started posting until a year later on august 2015.

Why I made this account: honest to god i can't remember. who knows what i was doing at the ripe age of 11. i probably.. if i had to guess?? made it for my aesthetic/bookworm phase or my astrology phase? definitely something to do with wattpad or ifunny. probably. maybe.

taglist (feel free to do it only if u wanna!!): @leeleiloh @yearning-moon @amatxs @stinkiedinkiedoodles @pomkiri @spacecowkid

[stellarcheetah-archived]

@khool-khatz tagged me so now I gotta do the thing

Five things in my bag:

My wallet, a pocket pack of Kleenex, my sunglasses, writing material (notebook+pen+pencil), and my nametag for work.

Five things in my room:

My video games, DVDs, a Keurig single-serve machine, a CD player, and a bunch of books.

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

Visit London, England; visit Egypt; pet a cheetah; learn to play the violin; have a corvid as a companion animal

Five things that make me happy:

My boyfriend, my friends, video games, chocolate, and birds.

Five things I’m currently into:

Overwatch, Pokemon, Cookie Clicker, Word Cookies, and dragons.

Five things on my to-do list:

Catch up on all my classes, clean my room, make and post a commission sheet, update all my RP blogs, and finish Hydru’s new ref sheet.

Rules: List 10 songs you’re currently vibing to, then tag 10 mutuals

Hello - Adele (25)

Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson (Breakaway)

I Dreamed a Dream - Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer (Les Misérables Soundtrack)

Breath of Life - Florence and the Machine (Snow White & the Huntsman Soundtrack)

Frozen - Within Temptation (The Heart of Everything)

Fire and Ice - Within Temptation (The Unforgiving)

What Hurts the Most - Rascal Flatts (Me and My Gang)

Dear God - Lawless (Pusher)

Forgiven - Within Temptation (The Heart of Everything)

All I Need - Within Temptation (The Heart of Everything)

Tagging: @coyote-prophet @robo-glitch @thekupuruuworld @medizinermedic @flaavivirus @cyberninjas @jokergirl129 @sheisme-iamshe and @pakopaikka (I know that’s only 9 but I only have 10 mutuals and Khatz is one of them so)

[welcometogrouchland]

I shouldn't be allowed to play guitar cause now I can feasibly mash-up no eyed girl and Achilles come down

[ramcharantitties]

aaj ibaadat

saw this post and felt like I should write something for my favorite character-

He knew everyone forgot, but he wasn't wavered. Apparently it was just a fleeting time period for him too, another twenty four hours. He looked at the date on the top and by the time the child inside him smiled, he was already skimming through the newspaper. You did your everyday chore as if it wasn't a special day, as if you forgot too. He rode around with Akhtar that day, had a chat by the gates with Jenny, talked about some future events with Babai and smiled at you while leaving for work. He knew nobody remembers. Maybe one day when they would be sitting with him, talking mindlessly and maybe then it will hit them that for a year, Ram didn't share his birthday with anyone and it passed by just like another day. He was content with it.

So when Ram saw a car outside his house, he wondered if jenny came to meet you. But when he stepped in the house, he did not expect Akhtar's ammi in his living room. He was scared at first- did something happen to you? But her warm smile left him confused. On further progression he realized that everyone he knew and loved stood there, probably waiting for him. Akhtar, his family, Babai, Jenny, and- "jaldi karo, ram aate honge" you emerged from another room, carrying the pooja thaali. Ram grazed up and down, yellow chiffon with red blouse. Your hair in a braid with pins and curls, bangles adorning your wrists. Earrings reaching back in your hair from chains and a brooch attached. A black bindi and deep black kajal. Your lips red.

His presence took you by surprise, and lowkey you were scared. What if he didn't like all this? Before you could muster the courage to say something, Akhtar was already pushing Ram in his room. "Bistar pe jo kapde hai woh pehen lena" Akhtar closed the room behind him, leaving Ram to wear the new clothes Akhtar got for him. About fifteen minutes later, Ram emerged from his room, hair wet and the kurta pajama vibrant blue. You could not stop staring at him. He walked towards you, his hand clasped down from nervousness. "tumhe yaad tha" he muttered and a small piece inside you broke. You picked up the pooja thaali, sliding the tilak up his temple. "Apne pati ka janmadin kaun bhulta hai?" You said, feeding him a small piece of kalakand. He blushed, holding your pinky from his beside you.

Everyone sat around the dining table, having dinner and laughing the evening away. Everyone remembered.

tags: @rambheemisgoated @obsessedtoafault @budugu @adikavy @kafkaesquebestie @thewinchestergirl1208 @tinysmallworlld @aasthuu @chaotic-moonlight @chaanv

who else was in the taglist please help-

[sha-biest]

Why didn’t you put Ammi’s things on your masterlist? How can I read absolutely everything from them?? /gen pos (read this with a light tone and excited squeaks)

You are SO right!! I have to rework my Masterpost a little bit but in the meantime you can check out her tag #Ammi I try to tag every art I got of her (including fanart)

[adarlingmess]

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

II: Bad Habits

Summary: After disrupting one of House of Arko’s operations, one of the Kambal meets up with their informant.

Words: 4540

Characters: Basilio, Crispin, Sabina (OC), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Ammie (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: English, with a few Filipino words and phrases sprinkled in.

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Strong language, violence, mentions of abortion, references to human trafficking + sexual trafficking, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again

People were looking for a part 2 so have more Basilio x OC stuff. Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above. No Taglish version this time, Darling niyo pagod na 😩

This was supposed to be a simple job.

Get in, rough up House of Arko’s operation while Bossing is paying them a visit in their mansion, get out, and watch as Bossing confronts them about it at the next social gathering they’ll host.

But nothing was ever simple about the aswang, right?

Now there’s a huge one trying to eat Basilio alive.

“Damn it, Basilio. Your recklessness is a bad habit that’ll bite us in the ass later!” his older brother berates him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now might be the right time to call for backup kuya,” he strains, attempting to pull the  magubat’s jaw apart with his superhuman strength. His fingers slip from the drool and it almost bites his hands off.

Crispin’s busy with a horde of mailap, taking turns in taking pot shots from him in the shadows. “We should’ve taken a page from Carlos’ book and brought palm fronds. Who should we call?”

“What about Maliksi?” Basilio suggests.

“What’s one tikbalang to all these aswangs? We need something bigger, maybe a higante to take on that magubat!”

“Gago, a higante can’t get here as fast as a tikbalang!” Basilio snaps.

“Mas gago ka! What about that playmate of ours from when we were kids, y’know, the one that tipped Bossing off about this whole trafficking operation anyway? Think she can fly her way here?” Crispin growls, shooting down a mailap who was foolish enough to ambush the more cautious twin from above.

Ah, yes. Sabina.

Boyish, intimidating, hard to figure out- but still hot enough to flirt with, despite being aswang; that’s how Basilio would describe her. This Sab was a far cry from the Sabina Marie he once knew years ago, the one who used to wear an all-girl Catholic school uniform, shyly shared her snacks and books with him, and kissed him farewell when her mama told her she’ll not be coming with her to meetings with the lakan anymore.

A few days after they caught up with each other, she turned up at the Diabolical not too long ago with a flash drive for Alex’s eyes only. She didn’t even breathe a word to him, much less look at his direction, but Basilio could only surmise that it’s his fault.

“Sabina? Well, manananggals who follow the queen can shoot. It’s- ungh- worth the shot!” Basilio answers back, straining as he gets swatted to the side with one gigantic claw. “You make the call, my hands are full!”

“Give me your phone, I don’t have her Facespace.”

Basilio looks down from several feet, and gives his brother a sheepish smile. “Uhhh, okay, but she’s been seenzoning me.”

From behind his mask, Crispin frowns. “What did you do?”

“She might’ve seen me tagged in Ammie’s story when I was supposed to watch her gig. I got there when her set was ending, and she was pissed.”

Grumbling, Crispin takes his frustrations off on a mabangis charging towards him, a flurry of bullets raining upon its body. “What did Bossing say about getting personal with informants?”

“What? It’s Sab. She’s-”

“An aswang who might have an ulterior motive in helping us. Tangina Basilio, think with your head sometimes! The one between your shoulders!”

Distracted, Basilio failed to stop the jaws of the magubat from closing in on him. As quickly as his reflexes allow, he tosses his brother his phone.

“Just call already! Tell her it’s an emergency.”

The older Kambal flies up and extends his free hand to catch it. Crispin launches Basilio’s Facespace app and begins to search for their informant. He found her under the name Sab Evasco. Crispin pretended not to see the string of messages Basilio left for her, all left on read.

Her phone rings. One time. Two times. Three times. Crispin dials again. Twice. Thrice.

Someone picks up. He puts the call on the loudspeaker.

There’s someone strumming a guitar in the background, accompanied by a drumset’s cymbals. They come to a halt and Crispin hears a frustrated woman’s voice from the other end of the line.

“Ulol gago, fuck you Basilio, you can tell me if you’d rather go on Starbreaks coffee dates with a wind girl than watch me play.  I’m a grown woman, I can handle a simple ‘no’. I’m not in the mood for your games! Now fuck off, I don’t want to hear from you. I have a gig to practice for.”

Basilio cringes as he listens to Sabina’s tirade. Crispin guns a charging mabangis down, and his mask dematerializes for a brief moment, just enough for him to mouth to his brother “Gago ka talaga.”

“Sabina, it’s Crispin. We could use some backup here. We’re being swarmed by aswang.”

The sound of a guitar being unceremoniously dropped and the mad shuffle to catch it can be heard from Sabina’s line, followed by quick footsteps. Sabina talks again, calmer this time. “What? Couldn’t Basilio get his own ass on the phone and tell me himself?”

With an exasperated expression, Crispin turns on the camera, and points the phone at Basilio, who’s caught between the magubat’s jaws. “He said you were ignoring him, and he can’t get on the phone right now, as you can see.”

The Kambal heard her fumbling with more equipment, which sounded like a guitar case being zipped up and carried. A brief argument with her bandmates follows, then Sabina talks again.

“I’ll be there. Stay on the line.”

Now they wait.

As much as Crispin wanted to help his little brother, his hands were full with the wave after wave of aswang coming after them. They’re relentless. This is their food supply the Kambal are cutting off, after all.

“Any luck with Sab?” Basilio asks, attempting to shoot the roof of the mabangis’ mouth.

The bullets barely penetrate the thick membrane. He’ll need to transform the Armas Infinitum into a more powerful weapon to lobotomize the gigantic aswang, but seeing how he’s separated from his twin, it’s impossible at the moment.

“She said she’s on the way. She’s still on the phone. Here!���

Crispin throws the phone back to Basilio, who catches it with one hand, while his other arm continues to struggle with the magubat trying to swallow him whole. He tucks it in his breast pocket, and he jumps near the row of the magubat’s front teeth, prying it open with both arms.

Through the aswangs’ growls, Basilio could faintly hear a woman cursing and the jingling of keys from the other side of the line.

“Hey Sab! It’s Basilio. Sorry again about missing your gig.”

“Shut up and hang tight. If I didn’t care for you at all...” Sabina snaps. Basilio could barely make out the words Sabina was saying due to the wind and sound of traffic. “I’m on my way.”

“Ngh, can’t you come any sooner? I heard that aswang intestines are nasty.” Basilio pauses, realizing his mistake. “No offense.”

“I said zip it. Isn’t it enough that I went out of hiding and agreed to be Trese’s informant? Now I have to be your backup too?”

“Working with Bossing has its risks. We made that clear, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

There’s more turbulence and wind from Sabina’s line. If Basilio guessed, she’s now flying to the scene. The Kambal’s struggle with the aswang continued until they heard their informant’s voice through the speakers again.

“Big bad war demigods can’t handle a single fucking magubat?” Sabina deadpans, the turbulence and noise no longer accompanying her voice. “Open the fucker’s mouth wide. Make sure he’s facing east.”

“Kuya! She’s in the area, help me pry the jaws open!” the younger Kambal shouts to his older brother, who dodges a leaping mailap and quickly flies up to his aid.

“What’s the plan?” Crispin asks, and Basilio shrugs.

“I don’t know, she just asked me to do it!”

Before Crispin could question Basilio, a shot rings throughout the building, and the magubat collapses. The Kambal let go of the heavy jaws and flew away, watching the near-twenty foot aswang crush a few of its regular-sized kind. Upon closer inspection, a bullet has torn its way through the roof of its mouth. It’s a clean shot. The magubat isn’t regenerating, much to the Kambal’s surprise.

It’s a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

“That’s for trying to eat my brother,” Crispin spits, kicking the dead aswang’s head.

Soon, more of the aswang started dropping like flies, too. Razed by bullets from an unknown assailant, the House of Arko aswangs started to panic.

“Wait a minute, I know manananggals who follow the queen can shoot, but Sabina is a sniper? Do you know about this, Bas?” Crispin exclaims, tearing his eyes away from the dead magubat to face yet another wave of mabangis.

“No! Damn, she’s using special bullets too. Where’d she get those?” Basilio mutters. A mailap attempts an ambush attack, and before he could react, Basilio watches it get shot mid-air as it attempts to jump him.

“You’re mine,” Sabina hisses, her voice crackling through Basilio’s phone speaker, smooth through the static.

Her emphasis on the word “mine” made goosebumps ripple through Basilio’s arm.

“Hot. Could you say that again?”

What he got instead was a groan. “Fuck, don’t distract me Basilio. I’m not here for fun.”

“You seem to be having fun shooting House of Arko’s minions though.”

“Fair. You two better look for the hostages. I have a bone to pick with this lot.”

The Kambal looks at each other, and nods. Glass shatters as they fly out the building’s windows, to the upper floors. After taking care of the guards, they saw them. Men and women in cages, all naked, and herded like livestock. 

“Please, help us,” one of them whimpers, crawling to the front of the cage and grabbing Crispin by the arm. She’s dirty, and her belly is swollen. Basilio turned on the lights and they saw it clear as day: most of these women are pregnant. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

House of Arko farms their food, breeding humans like livestock, and harvesting fetuses from them.

Sirens are blaring outside, both from police cars and ambulances, waiting for the hostages to be rescued.

All is well, or so they thought.

“Fuck!”

The cry came from their informant’s line.

“Everything alright?” Basilio asks her after fishing his phone out of his breast pocket.

“There are a few of them who found my vantage point. They’re heading towards my position.”

“Get out of there already, the hostages are secure.”

“They saw me. I can’t let them report back to Mama Grande and her sons that a manananggal is helping you. Suspicion would fall on my clan.”

Crispin nudges his younger brother. “I’ll handle the hostages and wait for Bossing. You make sure our informant’s alright.”

“Way ahead of you kuya,” Basilio replies, taking his guns out and flying out the window.

Under the pale moonlight and the city’s lights, Basilio spots a group of aswang scaling a dilapidated building east of him. On the rooftop, he sees it. Wings black as night, flattened against the concrete. Sabina lies prone and is aiming her scoped hunting rifle downwards, picking off the advancing horde one by one.

“Time to play.” The demigod rushes in and makes bullets rain on the hostiles.

He takes out a mabangis approaching their sniper from her blind spot. Those who didn’t die from being shot fell to their death, regeneration halted either by his or Sabina’s doing.

Basilio descends on the rooftop, and he walks his way towards the manananggal. His mask dematerialized, and the wind tousled his long hair. Just to be safe, he kept a pistol in one hand.

Across him, Sabina takes out her wireless earbuds and puts them away. Then, she slings her rifle on her shoulder, safety on. With her wings, she crawled towards his direction, like how a bat would move. Then, uses her wings’ sharp claws to plant herself on the concrete, a feat regular bats couldn’t do.

“Thanks for the help, Sab. About that gig…”

Before any more words could come out of his mouth, Sabina holds up her forefinger and presses it against his lips. “Shh. No more apologizing about the missed gig. Just make up for it. You owe me.”

Basilio nods, smiling at her. He watches as Sabina fishes out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from her vest. She’s wearing a black, long-sleeved polo shirt underneath it, and its sleeves are rolled up. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of lace peeking through. For all her boyish, edgy posturing, her choice of underclothes is girlier than what Basilio expected.

It almost makes him want to unwrap her like a Christmas present, but he’ll keep that thought to himself.

“Nice outfit. You were rehearsing in that?”

“We had a presentation for a class. No time to get changed. Now there’s a hole in the back, so I might as well wear this more often on future operations,” Sabina replies, placing a stick of Marlborough Reds between her lips.

“I’m in the mood for a smoke and maybe a chat,” she continues. “Join me?”

Basilio nods.

“How did you know about House of Arko’s human trafficking thing, anway?”

“Believe it or not, it was a hunch,” Sabina explains, black fingernails scratching the sparkwheel several times. “Ugh, fucking lighter dying on me again. I just had it refilled… must be the wind,” she growls.

Basilio couldn’t help but chuckle at her frustration. “A hunch?”

“Hmm… maybe hunch isn’t the right word. It’s an educated guess. Mama Grande loved serving boiled fetuses to her house guests, correct?”

Basilio nods, waiting for Sabina to continue her explanation.

“I suppose that it’s my place to judge if their mothers didn’t want to raise them… I’m a manananggal, for fuck’s sake. But there’s one red flag House of Arko failed to hide. From what I can tell, those fetuses are around five to eight months old.”

Sabina’s lighter finally lit up, and with a triumphant laugh, she lit her cigarette. Then, she carries on with her explanation.

“Most abortions happen during the first three months of pregnancy. It’s rare to see expecting parents get rid of them that late.”

“So? What does that have to do with the whole thing?”

“House of Arko serving older fetuses could mean one of two things: either all, and I mean all of the abortions they performed are from those who are truly in need of one that late, or they’re getting them from another source, possibly an illicit one. They don’t have the most benevolent reputation, so my intuition tells me it was the latter. So, I paid the place a visit and recorded what I could. I guess I should be thankful that your bossing found that blurry video trustworthy enough,” Sabina concluded, watching as the victims were clothed and herded into ambulances.

Dumbfounded, Basilio scratches his head. “Wow. Glad you’re on our side. How did you know that three month thing anyway?”

“Research and personal accounts.” Sabina’s response is clipped. Cold. Abrupt. It only raised more questions than answers.

“Personal accounts? You’ve met people who got them?”

There’s a flash of regret in Sabina’s eyes; regret that she opened her mouth and let him know more than needed. She cuts him off. “I can’t put my informants’ identities in jeopardy either now, can I?”

Per his older twin’s advice, Basilio’s finally using the head between his shoulders. “No offense, but you’re a manananggal. Y’know, known for eating babies? Hearing that from you is suspicious.”

“Yes, I am,” Sabina says through gritted teeth, glaring at him. “I can assure you, I’m following the accords and I’m not exploiting loopholes like what House of Arko is doing. I’ll reveal everything in due time.”

“Alright, keep your secrets. For now.”

A tense silence has befallen them.

“So- '' the manananggal blows a cloud of smoke away from Basilio, “-is this going to be a regular thing? Because if it is, I might finally quit smoking. Nicotine makes my hands shaky. Can’t risk accidentally shooting your ass.” She pauses, looking at him in jest. “ I’d rather do that intentionally.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Sabina Marie,” Basilio retorts, clutching his chest in mock pain.

They share a laugh over it, the mood lightening up.

Basilio looks in the distance, taking in the view of the cityscape. “Maybe you should quit. Singers shouldn’t be smoking in the first place.”

“The tar helps me belt out raspy screams, but yeah, you’re right,” Sabina chuckles.

“So, when is this next gig?”

“Next week. In Ilocos Norte. All the way up in House of Arko’s ancestral home.”

“Should I take that info to Bossing?”

“Yep. It’s open to the supernatural public anyway, so it's not like I’m giving you top secret info. Even the wind tribe is invited, despite their bad blood with my clan. Hopefully things won’t get physical. Most of my sisters are still bitter over how they blew us away when my mom- I mean, Inang Reyna decided to side against the Treses.”

So that explains some things.

“I dunno, maybe I should bring Ammie so I can watch the two of you in a catfight.”

Sabina elbows him in the chest, hard.

“Not funny at all, Basilio. I don’t even know her personally! It’s you I was pissed at.”

Now he grabs his chest in genuine pain as he croaks out an apology. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. Bring whoever the hell you want, just keep your distance from me when you decide to go. Even my father’s going to be there. I need to be on my best behavior.”

The demigod turns to their aswang informant, interest piqued. She’s divulging a lot of information. Perhaps he can sway her to spill more secrets.

“Didn’t know that the Reyna Manananggal had a king.”

“Oh, no. She’s not the type to share her power with a man.” Sabina pauses to take another hit of her cigarette. “I meant my biological father. Villaceran.”

Now that was unexpected.

“You drop bombshell after bombshell whenever we meet. Tomas Dominic Villaceran’s your old man?”

“Look at me. I’m almost the splitting image of the guy. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s inheriting his good looks.”

Basilio grins. “Can’t deny that. Most of the manananggal kuya Crispin and I encountered look...”

“Hideous, I know,” Sabina says outright. “You still haven’t seen that side of me, so don’t be too quick to judge my sisters.”

Basilio treads carefully, knowing that he might be prying on a sensitive subject. “So, about Villaceran…”

“I’d rather not talk about him. Our relationship is… strained.”

Giving her a sympathetic, understanding look, Basilio nods. “Right. Never mind.”

Another interval of silence passes between them. This time, it’s a little somber.

“So, does this party have a dress code?”

“Yeah. Filipiniana. Wear a barong. It’s one of those pretentious events that attempts to make House of Arko more appealing to the masses or whatever. Manipulative assholes.”

“You can just refuse to go, Sab.”

“I could, but being Trese’s mole among the aswang means I have to attend clan activities to supply more information. That also means attending every single party those Arko fucks throw.”

“You really hate House of Arko, huh?”

Looking towards his direction to meet his gaze, Sabina’s eyes are filled with a sea of emotions. Hatred, indignation, and something Basilio couldn’t quite place.

“Why wouldn’t I? Mama Grande raised boys who can’t take no for an answer. The Arko brothers have no respect for us manananggal. As if we weren’t fetishized enough in Manong Karma’s stupid aswang dating book...”

Sabina clears her throat and calms herself down. Bad blood between aswang clans could mean war. Basilio knows he should take that to the boss. His gears are turning tonight. He asks Sabina questions that could risk her support.

“Is that why you agreed to be an informant? You wanna bring House of Arko down? Then what, your clan will fill the space they’ll leave?”

“What? No, I have no desire for power, not like how Mama Grande or my own mother does anyway. My personal gripes with them aside, the House of Arko wants to ‘unite the aswang under one banner’ with no respect to the other clans’ autonomy and customs.”

“So you wanna protect your clan?”

“That’s one of the reasons, yes. Mama Grande’s been trying to play kumare with mom- I mean Inang Reyna-” This is the second time Sabina slipped and called her mom. She clears her throat and composes herself. “And I need to stop that. Inang Reyna already made the mistake of going against the Accords once. Allying with the House of Arko will ruin us further.”

Basilio leans in closer. “And what are your other reasons?”

Sabina looks at him for a few, quiet seconds, and looks away. “I’ll reveal them-”

“In due time. Yeah, yeah, I can take that as an answer. So, making you sing in that event is a result of them being magkumare?”

A defeated laugh bubbles from Sabina’s chest. “You got it.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t invite sirena to sing.”

Sabina rolls her eyes and tosses the butt of her expended cigarette on the concrete. Basilio took it upon himself to crush the embers under his heel, seeing how her lower half is hidden someplace else.

“Oh please, this is House of Arko we’re talking about, Bas. They believe aswang are superior. Letting them shine would take away the spotlight from the aswang. Mama Grande asked for me from Inang Reyna so they can gloat that even aswang can make better singers than the famed sirena. Ugh, I doubt my singing style even matches the performance they want from me.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of performance are they going for?” he asks her.

“Now that’s another secret. You have to show up to find out,” she hums in response.

Turning away from him, Sabina checks how many sticks are left in the box. Two. She takes one and lights it up.

“Screw it, I’m going cold turkey. I guess this will be my final box. Maybe for tonight. Maybe forever.”

“Then maybe you should stop with the stick you’re smoking and throw the last one away,” Basilio suggests.

“Are you mad? That’s a waste of money!”

“Still counting your blessings even with your mama’s wealth huh?”

“Old habits die hard.”

Sabina blows smoke away from Basilio’s direction. The wind made it waft to his face anyway, and she mumbles a quick apology. He shrugs it off. Not like the adverse effects of secondhand smoke affected him anyway. Hank smoked and was polite enough to turn away too, but Basilio can still smell it. He didn’t mind it. Still, Hank had told him and Crispin that it was a tough habit to break, so he never touched a cigarette.

Not until now.

Basilio takes the box from Sabina and picks up the last stick with his lips. Then, he inches closer to her.

Ironically, in an attempt to help an old friend quit her smoking habit, Basilio engages in it himself.

Little did he know, a new bad habit was forming between him and the little lady before him.

“I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste then. Light me.”

Sabina raises an eyebrow. “Just don’t start at all. Give it back.”

“One smoke isn’t going to get me hooked, princess.”

Brows knitted together, Sabina chastises him. “Take it from me, bad habits start with just one little taste, Bas.”

“One little taste never hurts anyone...”

“One little taste could leave you wanting for more.”

Basilio can feel himself getting hot under the collar. He’d never thought an aswang of all creatures could make him feel all bothered, yet there he was, getting turned on by her choice of words.

“Princess, are we still talking about cigarettes, or something else?”

Hearing his question, Sabina exhales sharply through her nose, cheeks dusted pink. “Maybe both. Whatever. Come here.”

Black fingernails scratched at the sparkwheel. Sparks were flying, but there was no flame. The cigarette remained unlit.

“Well, it looks like fate isn’t letting you smoke, so better just give me the damn cigarette back, Basilio.”

With a sly look, Basilio closes in on her, and presses the end of his cigarette to the embers at the end of hers, linking them together.

To his surprise, Sabina is neither backing away nor babbling defensively like she usually does whenever he gets close. Instead, she presses her chest to his, a challenging look in her half-lidded eyes. She wasn’t wearing her glasses like usual, giving Basilio an unobstructed view of her heated gaze. Was it bloodlust or desire? Either way, it got his blood pumping.

“You’re chattier than usual tonight,” Basilio comments. “Bolder too. I like that.”

In the form she’s in now, Sabina’s eyes glowed an eerie white, and aside from the wings sprouting from her back, little horns sprouted from her scalp, the root concealed by her crown of short, wavy hair. Basilio didn’t pay mind to her dangling guts, instead, his eyes were transfixed on that cute little lace bra again.

Through the layers of cloth between them, he can feel her heart beating. Basilio faintly remembers the taste of human and sigbin hearts.

Now, what does aswang heart taste like?

A dark part of his psyche- perhaps from being Datu Talagbusao’s son- wanted to tear it out of her chest and eat it to find out.

Basilio felt the urge to taste all the battles she fought through her blood, and possess her heart in a way no other person can.

The memory of seeing his father tasting his mother’s blood inserts itself in the present, and the fear of turning into the monster he was is enough for him to shake that thought away.

Basilio tries to focus on something else.

His eyes wander to Sabina’s mouth. He might’ve imagined something else between her dark lips, in place of the cigarette. Something bigger.

Something of his.

Sabina’s been pliable tonight. Perhaps he’ll push his luck with her one last time.

“So, any plans tonight, dear princess?”

“Unless you intend to treat me like one, don’t call me that.”

“I’m done with work, so if you want me to make good on that and make up for my mistake…”

Giggling, Sabina flies a few feet away from him. The black wings on her back are translucent against the pale moonlight. They almost looked like a dark shade of red.

“Go tell your brother about the information I gave you for now, then meet up with me afterwards. I hid my lower half in an alleyway behind that motel,” she tells him, pointing to the building’s direction.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get to rearrange my guts. Literally and figuratively.” Sabina continues, a naughty smirk blooming on her lips.

Taken aback by the pun, Basilio laughs. “I didn’t think you were capable of dirty jokes.”

“You should know by now that I’m full of secrets and surprises.”

Grinning darkly, Basilio finishes the rest of his cigarette as he watches her fly away.

“And I’ll uncover them all, dear princess.”

Translations:

ulol - crazy; Filipino profanity

gago/gaga - foolish or stupid; Filipino profanity

tangina - contraction of putang ina, lit. whore mother. Used as an expression to express irritation, anger, or astonishment

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

mare/kumare - derived from the Spanish word madre/comadre; kumare a reciprocal appellation for the godmother or for the child's mother. In a more modern and colloquial context, it’s used to refer to a female friend. Magkumare means women who are friends with each other.

Filipiniana - Philippine related book and non-book material

barong - also known as Barong Tagalog. An embroidered long-sleeved formal shirt for men and a national dress of the Philippines.

[simpofwaterdeep]

9 People You Want To Get To Know Better! ~ Tag game

Thank you to @tee-dohrnii for tagging me in this. To be honest I never thought I'd get tagged in one of these for the bg3 fandom ^^

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First ship: Obviously Gale/Tav. I have my own of course (Gale/Melpomene, lovingly named Weavestrings). I just love seeing everyone's Tavs/Durges.

Second ship: Wyll/Karlach. I didn't get them to go to Avernus the first playthrough but my second one I did, and my gods I thought it was so sweet.

Third ship: Dame Aylin/Isobel. THE LESBIANS EVER. I CRIED.

Last song: Steve's Going to London by AJR. It's such a fun song!

Last movie: Pixar's 'Elemental'

Currently reading: For school, 'Guns, Germs, and Steel' by Jared Diamond. For fun, I just got 'So This is Love' by Elizabeth Lim and I'm excited to read it.

Currently watching: My mom put 'Mum' on so I guess that?

Currently eating: I just ate a pretty good chicken and cheese quesadilla

Currently craving: I could go for a nice classic tamale right now........

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I'm actually nervous tagging people. Simply because I worry I bother them? I guess anyone who wants to do this can? If I have to? @gale-dekarios, @inglorionamy-ammy, @silent-words, @waterdeep-weavemoss. That's all who I can think of? Thank you again!

[iridescentclaws]

CW // bong , weed , drugs (Hopefully I added enough tags! please let me know if not)

Some drawings for Okami's 16th anniversary!

First, the weed Ammy! I have a transparent version but I gotta export it again 'cause for whatever reason it just didn't save properly. I'm so happy I decided to make the reflector the bong lol Originally this was supposed to be a very small, quick doodle because the only thing I can use to draw digitally rn is a usb mouse but as you can see I got carried away lmao Why weed Ammy you might ask? Well, it was released on 420 so that's why

And then just Ammy drawn over the "jesus take the wheel" vine lol It's okay, she just got her driver's license, she knows what she's doing…. probably

[kelieah]

Congrats on the 1k celebration! Could you do a blurb 🧶 Tom x the reader where she gets criticism from the media after her pregnancy (saying her body isn’t the same anymore, etc.) and Tom is there to back her up? Much love:)

thanks so much! love this concept sm, kinda got carried away hehe

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beautiful (dad!tom holland x mom!reader)

summary: after receiving backlash about your post-pregnancy body, spider-man saves the day

warnings: lil angst if u squint, fluff, language, feel free to change the baby’s name if you don’t like the one i chose 👉🏻👈🏻

a/n: 🥺🥺🥺

masterlist

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You’ve been off of social media ever since you birthed you and Tom’s beautiful baby girl, Amelia. You didn’t want to deal with all the stress from possible hate and backlash, for whatever reason there may be. You wanted to focus on the most important thing in the world to you, your family. So you did and stayed away from socials for about a couple of months.

It was a nice Sunday morning and you were holding Amelia in your arms as you cooked up breakfast. “Daddy can be a bit picky, he’s a child I swear,” you coo, spinning around slowly while holding her up. She giggles and gnaws on her tiny fists, drooling all over the place. You stifle a laugh and clean her up with her bib.

“I’m a what now, darling?” Tom walks into the kitchen, crossing his arms.

You gasp dramatically and look over at your baby girl. “Amelia, how could you say that?” you look down at her, with widening eyes. She stares back at you with bright doe eyes, a slightly confused expression painted on her adorable little face that held a resemblance to you and Tom.

“Ammy, how could you?” he pouts, reaching out his arms for her. She babbles and holds out her arms for him. You giggle and place her carefully in your husband’s arms, going back to preparing breakfast. “Love, do you think you’re ready to do press with me again?” Tom asks you, cradling Amelia ever so closely and carefully to his body.

You turn the stove back on for a moment and shrug, “Yeah, I think so. Why not?”

“Perfect, I’ll let my managers know. Kay?”

“Kay, kay!”

Boy, did you regret agreeing with Tom though. A couple of days following that conversation, you both got a babysitter for Amelia and went on a couple of interviews. You were nothing but a nervous and anxious mess. Constantly wondering if Amelia is okay, or if she needs you or Tom. Hoping she’s in good care and not missing her parents too much. 

Tom eventually found a way to reassure you and you calmed down, for now at least. Then all hell broke loose when you made the grave mistake of getting back on social media and posting. Your accounts flooded with thought-provoking and stressful backlash.

“She definitely gained a few.”

“Oh god, she has a mom bod now. Yikes.”

“Bit chubby, can’t blame her though!”

“Damn those stretch marks lol.”

After putting Amelia to bed, you locked yourself in your closet you shared with Tom and decided to coop up in there. You lifted your shirt and glanced at yourself in the mirror from time to time. Thoughts of the comments and your own insecurities invading your mind. You inhale deeply and look at yourself one last time, slipping off your shirt.

You poke at what used to be your perky breasts, that are now a bit larger and saggier than usual. You slide your hands down to your torso, where your stomach was still a bit loose from having a pregnancy belly. Large stretch marks scattered your body, all over your breasts, arms, stomach, and legs. You look back into the mirror, with teary eyes, and hold up a hand to your mouth. Your lips quiver as you let out a quiet cry. 

“Honey?” Tom knocks on the closet door.

You jump at his unexpected presence and close your eyes, feeling your tears rush down your face. “Y-Yes?”

“You alright? Are you changing?” he asks, his voice soothing yet filled with concern.

“I’m o-okay baby, I’ll be right out!” you squeak, cringing as your voice decided to crack at that exact moment.

“Darling, open the door please.”

You let out a deep sigh, knowing how stubborn and persistent he can be. It’s a blessing in disguise you tend to remind yourself.

You shuffle over and open the door, your discouraged and pained eyes meeting his bright and sympathetic ones. “Oh my love,” he sighs, opening up his arms.

You whimper and fall into his embrace, holding him close. “Tommy,” you sob into his chest, trembling as he brings you closer.

“Talk to me,” he hushes you, stroking your hair.

You explained everything and look up at him as he cups your face. “W-What?” you whisper, as his thumbs wipe away your tears.

“Remember how we talked about this before?” he murmurs. You nod in response, eyebrows knitting in confusion. “Hurt people, hurt people. You’re my beautiful, stunning wife. Inside and out, you never fail to put the sun to shame with how bright and absolutely pretty you are. Okay?” he whispers, pressing kisses all over your faces.

You sniffle and nod, another tear falling as you smile, “O-Okay.”

“And these?” he pokes at your breasts, making you giggle. “And these,” he trails his hands down on to your stomach, leaning down and blows raspberries into your skin making you squeal. “Absolutely beautiful, don’t forget about these too,” he traces your stretch marks, sending chills down your spine. “They’re a reminder of the most precious thing in the world, that we made. Okay?”

“But-”

“You’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone, ever tell you otherwise. Okay, my love?”

“Okay,” you sigh as you lean back into his embrace, smiling as he pulls you close and kisses your head.

tagging some mutuals who might be interested! @angelsparkers @cosmicholland @fallinfortom @theamazingtomholland @tonguetiedholland @ptermjs @petersholland @pterprkr @spideyyeet

kelly’s 1k celebration

[castielss]

ANAELS >>> CASTIELSS

Well I was gonna wait but my feeling got me first so here’s an impromptu URL change for the BEST ANGEL

tagging some mutuals: @adorkabledean @bluefirecas @valleydean @s-ammy @mishha @shawnspencers @starlightcastiel @stormbreakers @angel-e-v-a @hopeisthewholepoint @huckleberrycas @bihunnicutt @bisexualrowena @daenerys-targaryen