#THIS MADE ME SO ANGRY I CHANGED THE ORDER OF MY POSTS THIS USUALLY COMES OUT AFTER THIS POSITION

[maya1525]

You’re Ours

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu & Toge Inumaki

WARNINGS✩࿐IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF MONSTER STUFF SKIP group sex, monster stuff, overstimulation, cock-warming, praise, Fem! Receiving oral, anal, vaginal sex, refusal to cum, cream pie, cursed technique usage during sex - shikigami giving oral and cursed speech usage

BONUS✩࿐Jealous Megumi and little bit of aftercare

Word count✩࿐2.5k

Summary✩࿐Female reader is in a relationship with Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu and Toge Inumaki. The school had changed the living situation to a roommate set up and the reader got paired with those three. It’s jealous Megumi Fushiguro’s turn to have sex with the reader, but Toge and Yuuta come across them unexpectedly.

A/N✩࿐This is my first post and I finally had time to go back and make some edits to it. I hope you enjoy the new version of it!

“I saw how you were flirting with Yuuta and Toge during practice today, did you think that would go unnoticed?” Megumi said as he stalked up to the couch with a scowl on his handsome features, he threw his bag onto the floor aggressively. You had just got home to your shared apartment about ten minutes ago and simply wanted to watch TV after a long day of school.

“Why would you let that bother you? You know it’s your turn to have me tonight-“ he broke the distance between you two, and smashed his lips against yours with an angry kiss.

“I know it’s my turn, but I can’t help but feel annoyed. I want you focused on me, when it’s my day- not them.” He growled as his larger body engulfed you into the couch. His hands frantically removed your school uniform from you, and within seconds you were naked and underneath him.

When it came to lovemaking, Megumi was typically thoughtful and cautious. He made sure you were fully prepared for him to enter. But today was different, he was harsh and forceful. You couldn’t help but get fired up by his jealousy. His kisses were hotter than usual, and his hands caressed you with so much want.

He positioned you on his lap so you were facing away from him, and he left angry love bites on your shoulders in the process. With each painful bite he marked on your skin, your whole body would shiver from his hot mouth.

“That’s it.” Megumi hissed into your ear as he slowly set you down on his raging hard dick instead. You anticipated for him to shove his engorged dick inside of your slick pussy. Instead, you felt him stretch your ass out and a pain-filled moan left your lips. His left arm snaked its way around your slender waist while his right hand teased your nipples, causing faint sparks of pleasure through the pain.

“Y-you’re too big, it hurts.” You whimpered pathetically, as you dug my nails into his muscular thighs, doing nothing to deter him. You felt him lower you down onto him even further, now he filled you.

“Megumi I’m sorry.” You cried, feeling tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. This was the first time he’s taken you so roughly. You had no idea he could get so jealous. You felt him aggressively bite down on the crook of your shoulder. He sucked hard, clearly marking you as his; knowing that Toge and Yuuta will see it later.

Megumi let out a muffled groan as he relished in your tight and comfortable ass. “I think I’m going to keep you like this so when they come home they’ll know who you belong to.”

“Megumi, just fuck me already.” You whined, knowing it would feel better with friction.

“Not yet,” he then spread your thighs apart even further, opening up your pussy he refused to give attention to. “I think you need to suffer a little bit more.” He then brought both of his hands together, “Devine Dog: Totality.” Just then his large black and white shikigami appeared. The massive monster sat down looking at Fushiguro waiting for his orders.

“Megumi what are you-“ he patted his right hand onto your pussy. “Totality, eat.” The black and white creature brought his face between your thighs. You instinctively tried to shut them but Fushiguro’s quick reflexes and strength forced them open. The more you tried to close your legs the more painful Megumi’s hands felt. You tried to squirm away but the ache of Fushiguro’s rod shot up your ass when you moved. You felt his shikigami’s whiskers tickle your thigh's sensitive skin as his broad face came closer to your most private area.

“Megumi, this is inappropriate - ahh...” A shameful moan came from your lips at the sudden hot and wet sensation of the beast's tongue. He licked up your pussy, immediately coming in contact with your clit deliciously.

“Oh?” You heard Megumi say in an amused tone as he began to kiss and suck on your neck, causing intense shivers.

Totality kept in a steady rhythm as his tongue continuously slid up your pussy. You felt disgusted for immediately enjoying this, and your cunt began to moisten uncontrollably. The wet sound of your dripping hole and the monster’s sloppy tongue echoed in the quiet living room. Totality burrowed his face further between your legs as his long hot tongue plunged deep into your folds.

“M-mmh” You moaned out shamelessly, enjoying the combination of his swiveling tongue inside you and his wet nose rubbing against your clit. His ears twitched as his tongue pumped in and out of you effortlessly. He drank up your cunt that leaked profusely, like a broken faucet. The feeling of Megumi’s unmoving dick clogging your ass didn’t feel as bad as it did. The beast's tongue then flicked up inside of you, coming in contact with your sensitive spot. You whimpered uncontrollably and you felt your ass clench around Fushiguro’s rod with delight. White hot pleasure engulfed your body as the monster’s long pumping tongue continued to prod the same place. You could feel your release building up, and any second now it’ll hit you like a tsunami wave.

“Release.” Megumi’s voice rang out and suddenly all the intense pleasure in your dripping pussy disappeared. Totality vanished right before your eyes. “Did you think I was going to make you cum that easily,” Megumi whispered lowly in your left ear.

Tears of frustration spilled down your cheeks, “Megumi fuck me already...” You cried, trying to bounce on his dick but he snaked both of his arms around your petite waist to hold you still.

Suddenly, the front door opened and there stood a very shocked Toge and Yuuta. You weren’t expecting them to come home this early, since they usually go on a run this time of the week. The way your sectional couch was set up, gave them a perfect view of the whole scene. Especially a more than perfect view of your neglected and glistening pussy.

“Toge, Y-Yuuta, help me. Megumi is being mean!” You whimpered out desperately. Toge’s gaze hardened when he looked at Megumi who sat smugly behind you, you felt his dick twitch inside of you pleasurably.

“Okaka,” Toge growled sternly.

“I didn’t know refusing to make her cum would be such a crime.” Megumi snarked as he lowered his mouth to your bruised-up neck. Knowing that his possessive love bites would stay marked on your skin for a while.

Yuuta blushed while he stood there looking at your naked body. He’s seen you naked a handful of times before, but he still couldn’t get over the fact of how beautiful you look. Especially like this, all horny and desperate. Okkotsu mustered up the courage to glare at Megumi, “Fushiguro you shouldn’t be teasing her like that.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Help me...” You whined, your body craved relief, especially from your boyfriends.

“Did you forget it’s my day to have you?” Megumi hissed against your neck possessively.

“That doesn’t matter.” Yuuta said taking a step closer to you, “Did you forget that Y/n is our girlfriend too? And when she needs something, a respectful boyfriend would see to her needs being met.”

“Shake-shake.” Toge chimed in as he stepped forward removing his shirt swiftly. Your eyes lit up with hope, you tried to get up and off Megumi’s lap, but his iron grip didn’t falter. Toge knew how furious Megumi would get if he took you away from him, so he came up with a compromise. “Megumi lay down.” He ordered with cursed speech, immediately Megumi pulled you into his chest and laid back into the couch cushions with his hard dick still inside of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Megumi spat with annoyance.

Toge eyed the darker-haired male coolly as he removed his shorts. Yuuta followed closely behind and quickly undressed. Toge stood at the edge of the couch close to my face, “Take me in your mouth love.” He said in a soft tone, cursed speech still rang through and you immediately reached up to pull his boxers down. His semi-hard dick flew out and into your greedy mouth. You swiveled your tongue around him hungrily, and your heart melted when you heard a small groan of satisfaction come from his lips. You loved the way his beautiful purple eyes looked down at you in pleasure as your mouth did sinful things to him. His dick grew into your mouth and down your throat, causing you to gag at his size.

The weight of the couch went down between your legs, Yuuta had settled between them. He eyed you sweetly, “Don’t worry Y/n I’ll make you feel so good.” He cooed as he lowered his long hard dick toward your dripping cunt. He gently pushed the tip in and slowly made his way in, inch by inch.

“Mmh, you’re so wet dear.” He whimpered as he filled you up completely. You could feel his and Megumi’s cock rub against each other inside you. You’ve never felt so stuffed before, you couldn’t help but moan onto Toge’s pulsing dick in your mouth, causing his eyes to flutter shut at the feeling.

Yuuta tried his hardest not to cum instantly, you just felt so inviting to him. He slowly pulled out and then went back in, forming a steady rhythm. His hips smacked against your thighs causing clapping sounds to echo in the room. Okkotsu’s eyebrows narrowed as he concentrated on not cumming. He then brought slender fingers to your clit and gently rubbed and teased you, causing you to gasp in delight.

“Megumi, copy Yuuta’s speed,” Toge ordered with a smirk, realizing Megumi was stubbornly not moving inside of you.

“Fuck you.” Megumi hissed, as he picked you up by your hips and pumped into you at the same tempo as Yuuta.

You let out a muffled moan of ecstasy at the feeling of both dicks moving inside of you. Toge pulled out of your mouth with lust-filled eyes, a line full of saliva connected your puffy lips to the tip of his red hot dick. You lowered your mouth to his balls and took them into your mouth gently. All while your body rocked harshly from Megumi and Yuuta drilling into you. You felt Toge’s precum drip down onto your face as you made love to his balls.

Yuuta’s pace began to increase in speed, he was slowly losing control and restraint. He was trying not to hurt you as he chased after his release. The faster he collided his body against yours, the more you began to moan uncontrollably. As Yuuta’s speed increased so did Megumi’s thrusts in your asshole, their dicks slid in and out of you effortlessly. All while they rubbed against each other through the thin membrane of skin that separated them.

“Mmh, Y/n...” Yuuta whimpered deliciously. You could get drunk off Okkotsu’s small moans and whimpers of pleasure. They sounded like music to your ears. Inumaki’s quiet gasps and groans would occasionally make their way known, as you slurped and deep-throated him. Megumi would groan and grunt softly from time to time at how amazing your ass took him. The feeling of his raging dick rubbing against Yuuta’s through your pussy drove him mad.

“You’re taking us so well darling,” Fushiguro growled in adoration. You always loved it when you’d get compliments from Megumi, especially in bed. You’ve grown addicted to his and Yuuta’s praises. You felt Fushiguro’s hands snake up to your nipples as he gently pulled and teased the sensitive buds. Yuuta groaned out in response to what his friend did to you.

You felt your pussy tighten around Yuuta, your release will be here soon. “That’s it babe, cum for us.” Okkotsu cooed gently, his fingers still glued to your clit as he angled his dick inside you. Your walls clamped down on his cock.

“Drench me in your cum Y/n, prove to us how much you love our dicks inside of you.” Groaned Megumi underneath you as he shoved his dick in your ass erratically. Inumaki eyed you with lust as you coaxed his rod back down your throat, enjoying the velvety feel of him.

Your body felt as if it was burning up, you’re so close. You whimpered loudly onto Toge’s throbbing cock, as waves of pleasure spread through your body. Your body fell limp as Yuuta and Megumi continued to fuck you through your release, your cunt still pulsating around Yuuta’s dick with white-hot ecstasy.

“Damn.” Yuuta gritted through his teeth as his thrusts became sloppy and frantic along with Megumi’s.

Yuuta gasped out for air as he released his load deep inside you. A few seconds after Megumi came abundantly inside your tight hole, his cum filled you up with copious strands. Toge gingerly ran his fingers through your hair as he pumped his hips against your face. You felt his body shudder in pleasure as a delicious moan left his lips, as he came down your throat. You tried your best to swallow every drop, but a few streams of his hot liquid ran down the sides of your mouth and your neck as he emptied himself. After a few moments of resting his dick in your mouth, he pulled out softly, as did Megumi and Yuuta.

Yuuta pulled his boxers back up and helped lift you off of Megumi. “Want me to help you get cleaned up?” He said sweetly as he wrapped you up in a throw blanket.

“That sounds good.” You said groggily, feeling Yuuta and Megumi’s cum drip down and escape from your used holes.

Toge used the edge of the blanket to wipe some of his cum off your face and leaned down to give you an affectionate hug and kiss. That was his way of thanking you and also reminding you how much he appreciated you. You breathed in his comforting scent with a lazy smile on your face.

You felt Megumi grab your hand from around Toge, “Y/n I’m sorry I got so jealous, I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you. I hope you can forgive me.” You looked over at Megumi who sat at the edge of the couch running his hand through his messy hair, his dark blue eyes pleaded up at you.

“Oh, Megumi.” You sighed, as you hopped on his lap. “It’s ok, I forgive you. If something is ever bothering you, just talk to me.” You placed a small kiss on his cheek. “And that goes for you two as well.” You smiled over at Yuuta and Toge, and they both nodded in unison.

Suddenly a loud crash came from the kitchen. You directed your attention to see Yuji Itadori standing there all flustered with an obvious tent in his athletic shorts. “Uh so how long has this been going on, and how do I sign up?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 11

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: the best way to spend you Tuesdays is pissed at an old man.

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Time passes too quickly. The clock counts down to your fate. Again. It feels like you’ve done this already. 

You laugh even though it hurts. You try not to think of what comes next. You just stay in the moment and help Kara clean up the mess the cops made of her place. She’s in high spirits considering. A night in jail can put things in perspective. So can the prospect of life imprisonment. 

You order sushi. You figure if Andy’s paying, you’ll splurge. She doesn’t ask how you can afford it and you won’t explain. Fuck it. It’s your last hurrah. A final little spark before your flame is tamped out. 

When it’s time to say goodbye, you’re choked with tears. You fight not to show it as you hug Kara and tell her you’ll message when you’re settled in your new place. You want to cling to her forever. You sense a reluctance in her as well. 

“You okay?” She looks you over as you pick up your purse. 

“Yeah. Yeah. A lot of change. Tired.” You yawn. You really are exhausted. “I was so worried, Kar. Really. I'm so happy you’re out.” 

“Oh, tell me about it! But hey, I’m kinda a bad ass now. I got street cred.” She flexes her arms and giggles. 

You laugh too. You’re going to miss that. You will hold onto every lame joke and cherish it on those days when you can’t make yourself smile. You know with Andy, those will be far and few between. 

You leave and linger outside the door. This could be the last time your here. You won’t think that it could be the last time you see Kara. Too many ifs, and just as many scary certainties. 

You reply to Andy’s text. He’s waiting around the corner where he won’t be seen. It’s bad enough you’re lying to Kara, but her knowing the reality is worse. At least in this, he is your ally. You meet him there.  

He smiles and kisses you as you buckle your seat belt. Your disgusted by him. You say nothing. If you speak, you might just tell the truth. You lean back and close your eyes. He shifts into gear and the engine whirs softly in the night. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

He asks you that as if it should be. You turn your face to the window. 

“Tired,” your murmur. 

He steers into a lot and you look up at the bright white facade of the hotel lit by spotlights. It’s the kind of hotel you could never afford. You never stayed in one before but you expect one of those roadside motels is more your pay grade. 

It feels like another boast. Look what I’m giving you. Look what you wouldn’t have without me. Yeah, yeah. You owe him. 

He gets out and you follow. That’s how you’ll get through. Let him lead the way. He’s so much older, so much wiser, so why not? Just go along with it all. He knows what he’s doing. Exactly what he’s doing. He entrapped you. He pretended to be his own son and tricked you. 

Your angry thoughts boil over as you enter the hotel room ahead of him. He steps in close enough to brush against you. You pull away sharply and focus on untying your shoes. You drop them and stare at your hand. 

“I need the bathroom.” 

“Oh, it’s just down--” 

He points and you’re already on the move. You rush into the bathroom and lock the door. You want to scream. No, stay calm. You can’t let him get to you like that. 

You stop and lean on the counter. You look at yourself in the mirror and exhale slowly. Sleep. Don’t worry about anything else. You need rest. You can see it in your eyes. You can feel it through every part of you. You push off and go to the door. You emerge and stop short. 

One bed. Your bag is beside it already. You can tell he’s been there all day. You sit on the edge with your back to him. 

“TV has streaming. Tub has jets. Your pick.” He suggests. There’s a fragility in his throat that irks you. He’s acting like he’s afraid of you. Like you have any power in this situation. 

“I’m going to lay down.” You lower yourself to your side and curl up. 

“Shouldn’t you... you want something to change into?” 

You don’t answer. You’re empty. You don’t have anything left. You just want to lay there and never move. 

“Sweetie?” 

“Tired.” You say. 

“Right, well...” The TV flicks on and the menu clicks as he shuffles through. “I’ll put on something for white noise. I’m gonna hop in the shower. Figure I’ll do it now so we can get on the road early.” 

You grumble and shrug. You close your eyes. His presence looms before his footsteps pad away.  

He doesn’t close the door. It’s probably intentional. Does he think you’re going to go in and join him? Has he really deluded himself into thinking you want any of this? That you want him? 

The shower buzzes lightly through the wall, beneath the audio of the TV. It’s some syndicated law show your grandmother had on all the time. You roll your eyes and shift to get under the covers. You nestle in and lets your fatigue cocoon you. Even so, you’re too agitated to fall asleep. 

He emerges as you hide. You catch a glimpse past the blanket. He’s in only a towel. His thick arm is rounded with muscle and his broad chest is covered in hair. Boys your age don’t look like that. 

You shut your eyes again as you burn in shame. You’re so stupid. You remember hearing his voice and thinking it couldn’t be some scrawny kid. You knew it! You knew it and you were too shy to call it out. 

Andy gets closer to the bed. You can smell the scented soap and feel the moisture in the air. The zip and rustle of his bag stir beneath the television. The bed dips behind you and he groans. He lays down and hooks his arm around you. 

“Hey, how ya doin’?” 

“Get off,” you hiss. 

“Huh? Sweetie.” 

“I said I’m tired.” You push him away and roll off the bed. You trip as the blanket catches your ankle. You spin to face him. “I’m tired and I want to sleep.” 

“I know, honey. I just--” He sits up, leaning on his arm. He’s in only a pair of briefs. Ew. “I was checking on you.” 

“I’m trying to sleep. I don’t need you all over me.” 

You come forward and grab the pillow. He seizes your wrist and keeps you from retreating. You tug and growl between your teeth. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“Why are we going backwards? I didn’t do anything.” 

“You need--” you twist your arm in his grip. “You need to give me space, okay? Give me a chance to think. I can’t-- Andy. You knew the truth all along, I didn’t.” 

“Backwards,” he drones in an annoyed monotone. 

You drop your shoulders and huff. “Fine.” You let go of the pillow and put your knee on the bed. “Fine. I’ll come back. I’ll sleep in the bed.” 

He lets you go and you put your back to him again. He sighs and his weight shifts behind you. The tension roils over you. Let him simmer. You’re on fire in anger and shame and despair. He can handle a bit of neglect. He deserves it. 

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You sleep. Not soundly. Each time you rouse, you remember where you are. Each jarring reminder adds to your struggle. You scrape together a few hours, if that. 

You crawl out of the bed as Andy’s even breaths turn stolid. You can’t bear it any longer. 

You sit in the chair and stare. You don’t bother with your phone or the TV. There’s nothing that can distract you from your life. 

When he wakes, he says good morning. You feel his gaze but you react. He asks a question but you don’t respond. You just sit and watch the wall. His shadow moves around the room, around you.  

He nudges you. You wince and surrender. You look up at him dully. 

“Hey, wanna hop in the shower before we go?” 

You shake your head. 

“Okay, well, you should probably change into some fresh clothes,” he says. He checks his watch and your eyes find the digital clock by the bed.  

You stand and grab your bag and your purse. You carry both to the door and step into your shoes, bending down the backs under your heels.  

“Sweetheart--” 

“Let’s go.” 

“You can’t go out like that--” 

“Who cares? I'll just be in a car.” You grumble. “I just want... it to be over.” 

He silently measures your words. He grabs his keys and slings his bag on his shoulder. He nears and you grab the door handle. “You’re right,” he pulls the door back as he reaches above you. “Can’t wait to be home.” 

Home. That word sinks like a boulder in water. You go out into the hallway and he points you toward the elevators. Across the lobby and outside across the lot, under the dim early morning hue. 

He puts your bag in the car for you. You let him. Then he opens the passenger door and you climb in. He gets in on the driver’s side and starts the car. He asks if he should turn the air on. You shake your head. You can’t feel much of anything. 

He doesn’t ask as he stops at a drive thru. He gets you both a coffee. You thank him only as you sense his eyes on you. You just have to do enough to keep him off your back. 

“Alright, let’s go,” he takes the paper bag of biscuits and bacon and hands it over. “In case you get hungry, sweetheart.” 

Another thank you. Your voice is gravelly and grim. You don’t sound like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. The motion of the cars disorients you. You feel trapped in your body. It’s as much a prison as the house waiting for you at the end of this journey. 

The road sprawls ahead of you. Your vision glazes over. Your head lolls against the seat as NPR drones in your ears. 

Hours and hours. You eat only as he asks for some of the food. You know he’ll accuse you of being ungrateful if you waste the sausage and pastry. You chew and swallow without tasting. You wash it down with the bitter coffee and wipe your fingers on your shorts. 

“There’s napkins,” he rebukes. 

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine. Just saying...” he grips the wheel tight. “Why don’t you close your eyes? I know you didn’t get much sleep again.” 

“I’m fine,” you insist. He knows you didn't sleep. Is he so clueless as to not guess the reason?

“Mm,” he grumbles. 

You turn your head and gaze unseeing out the window. His sighs put you on edge. You twiddle your fingers. 

“You’re in yesterday’s clothes and you’re barely talking,” he insists. 

You cringe and put your head straight. You drop your chin and shrug. “I’m sorry, Andy.” 

“I’m trying to be patient,” he lowers the volume on the stereo as he speaks. “But I’m worried. What happened to the girl I know? The one I spent all night mining with? The one who would giggle at the creepers?” 

You nearly shriek. You flip your hands down and squeeze your legs. You bite your lip until you think it might split. 

“Things are...different,” you mutter. 

“I know but we can do it together. We can change each other. For the better. I just need you to meet me halfway.” 

“I’m trying,” you whisper. 

“I’m not saying you aren’t but trust me. I know that communication is the most important part of a relationship. We have to talk to each other.” He explains. “Look, I’ll be honest. I’m scared too. I’m nervous. It’s been a long time since I had someone and sweetheart, I just—I’d hate to let you down. I really would.” 

Relationship? Scared? It’s too much. It’s a bunch of lies he’s convinced himself of but you can’t believe them. You can’t make yourself, even if you know you should. 

He’s well off, he’s established, he’s older, he’s confident. He's offering you everything a woman wants; money, a home, a partner, yet you can’t accept any of it.

You didn’t choose this. You never even had a chance in your life to consider it. To imagine who you would want those things with. He’s snuffed that part of your future out along with your trust. You can at least thank him for ridding you of the last of your naivete. 

“Okay, Andy. Trying. Honest. I’m trying but... I don’t know what to say. How to say it.” You run your hands down your cheeks and exhale. “I’m still thinking.” 

That’s true. You have nothing to say. You’re lost. He might know where he’s taking you but you have no idea. It’s not about the house or the city or any of that. It’s about everything. What does he want you to be? Can he figure that out when you never even figured out that question for yourself? 

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 1

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC) other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Not much in this first chapter. Some mentions of death and violence. I don't want to give away everything, but there are also some angsty mother/daughter moments, so be warned.

Word Count: 3468

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

The divider at the top and bottom were created by @saradika

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Dean punched open the flap of the canvas tent that he'd called home for the last several years. Sometimes he really missed having a door to slam. 

Or a wall to punch a hole through, he thought as he tossed down his duffel bag full of weapons. At least the bag made a satisfying thunk against the plywood floor.

They'd lost three men on their latest raid. The raid was successful; they'd pilfered enough medication from a pharmacy in Omaha to see them through the next few months. But the reason it was the only pharmacy within a two hundred mile radius that had any meds left, was because it also happened to be Croat central. 

It was swarming with the bastards. His soldiers had done a good job holding them off, but it had eventually led to ground fighting and three soldiers had been bitten. He'd put them down quick and quiet. But it made for a long drive home.

Home, he scoffed as he dropped onto the side of his cot. Home my ass.

As he rubbed his hand across his forehead, his tent flap opened again. He also missed privacy.

One of the soldiers that had been left behind to protect the camp, stood awkwardly for a moment before Dean barked at him. 

“Not now, Johnston.”

“Uh…” the man hemmed and hawed for a moment more. “There's a…an urgent situation, sir.”

Dean let out a huff. “There's always an urgent fucking situation. I said ‘not now’!” Dean's voice was sharp and angry. All he wanted was five minutes.

Used to having his orders obeyed, especially when they were issued in his harshest tone, Dean turned away and started to light the lamp beside his cot. Before he could spark the match however, Johnston was clearing his throat annoyingly.

“Jesus Christ, what?” Dean snapped.

“I'm sorry, sir…but Castiel, well he…he has a…a situation with a woman.”

Dean’s glare could melt ice. “What woman?”

“I think…he wants - he said he wanted to see you as soon as you were back.”

Dean ground his teeth together and tossed down the matchbook. He gestured angrily for Johnston to lead the way.

He followed the timid man through a maze of tents, aware of the eyes that followed him. He was used to that feeling. People in the camp always looked at him like that - with a mixture of awe and fear on their faces. To most of the survivors he was a little bit legend, a little bit savior, and a whole lot scary.

He was always given a wide berth.

But something more was in the air today. The evening breeze seemed to be buzzing with whispers that followed him up the stairs and into the main hall. It was one of the only wooden structures in the camp, and definitely the biggest. It was where they all gathered together when they needed to. 

He pushed through the squeaky door to find the angel standing in the middle of the room, just in front of one of the dozen massive, twenty-person, metal tables that had been constructed for large group projects like bomb making, or supply divvying. 

Dean tried to look past Cas when it became obvious there was a person behind him, sitting on the floor. But Cas just shifted so he couldn't see whoever it was, which only made Dean’s scowl intensify. Cas held out his hands towards him. 

“Okay, Dean. now just listen.” 

Dean didn’t like the sound of that, or the placating tone the angel was taking. “What the fuck is going on here, Cas?” He tried again to peer around him at the person on the floor, but Cas shifted his footing again to keep them hidden.

“You have to…before you do anything, just,,,you have to look at her. Really look.” 

He moved out of the way slightly and Dean could finally see a woman sitting on the ground. Her head was bent and around her wrists were manacles connected to heavy chains that yoked her to the immoveable table. Dean was about to once again ask what the hell was going on when the woman looked up at him and he saw her eyes - saw the perfect, blood red circle around her iris. 

Dean’s razor sharp instincts reacted without conscious thought, and his gun was out of his thigh holster and cocked, with his finger ready to pull the trigger in under two seconds. It was only Cas jumping in front of the woman again that managed to just stop him firing.

But Dean kept his gun pointing at the woman’s head, even though it was now hidden on the other side of the angel's body. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He bellowed at the man who used to be his best friend, back when he still had friends. “She’s infected! Get out of the fucking way!”

Cas had his hands up again and was shaking his head. “No, Dean, look at her. Yes, her eyes show she should be infected, and yes she was bitten, but…just look at her. She’s not infected.”

Dean’s jaw ticked with his fury. “Yeah well, give it a couple hours and she’ll be strong enough to bust those fucking chains. Now, move!” He roared again. 

But Cas took a step backwards, closer to the woman on the ground. “No, it’s been days.” He looked over his shoulder. “Right?”

The woman’s voice was soft. “Almost a week.”

Dean scoffed. “Bullshit!” He shouted, unable to believe the angel’s naivete. ��She’s lying.”

Cas was shaking his head and looking at Dean again. “Her arm, where she was bitten, it’s healed up.” He called back to her. “Hold your arm out.”

The chains rattled and Dean saw a slightly grubby arm stick out from behind Cas’ legs. Sure enough there was a bite on the outside of her forearm that looked pretty much healed. Dean felt something uncertain shift in his belly, but he shook it off. He knew better.

“So she’s a quick healer. She’ll still turn into a monster sooner or later. Now. Move.” He gave Cas a glare that had made lesser men crumble. But the angel refused.

“No, Dean, this might be something huge.”

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but the woman’s small voice spoke first. “Please. I just needed to get my daughter to safety.”

Dean leveled another glare at Cas. “Daughter?” He asked.

The woman continued speaking and Dean tried to see any part of her around Cas’ body. “We were living in the Billings camp near Piedmont, Emma and I. We’d been there just a few months when the camp was attacked. They lost a lot of people, and I got bitten. When the fighting ended and the Croats were all dead, the leaders started checking us all for bites. I knew they were going to kill me and I understood what had to happen, but I wanted them to promise Emma would be safe, but they wouldn’t.”

Dean’s hand had lowered slightly, enough that Cas shifted aside again so Dean could see the woman talking. There were tears falling from her bloodshot eyes and she lifted the heavy chains so she could wipe them away before continuing.

“She'd fallen on some debris in the mess, long after the Croats had been put down, and she had a scratch on her leg. They were sure she was infected too. But she’s not.” She shook her head vehemently. “They were going to kill her. I…I couldn’t let them. So I shoved them down, fought them off, grabbed Emma and ran. We’ve been running for almost a week. I’d heard about this camp, so I headed this way. I was terrified I was going to change before I could get Emma to some semblance of safety. But…it just never happened.”

She shrugged and shifted slightly. Her movement brought the barrel of Dean’s gun back up a fraction of an inch. She stared at the pistol for a moment and then caught his eye again.  “I just wanted somewhere for her to be safe. I understand that you want me dead. I’m…” Her throat caught and she closed her eyes and took in a deep, steadying breath. “But….” She opened her eyes again and a slight smile curved her lips.

“You don’t…you probably don’t remember me, but a long time ago - I was barely sixteen - you…you saved me.”

Dean knew he must not have hidden his surprise very well when her smile deepened. It occurred to Dean in that moment that she was really, remarkably beautiful, in spite of the dirt and the bloodshot eyes.

“My family I mean,” she continued, “you saved my family. You and your dad. We lived in Wichita at the time. We had a poltergeist. It was…it was cutting me. It carved words into me.” She put a hand on her stomach. “Words like ‘vengeance’ and ‘death’.” 

She shook her head. “I was so terrified. But you and John, you just swept in and got rid of the thing in a weekend. It was amazing.”

The long-forgotten case bubbled up in Dean’s mind. It felt separate from him, apart, as though centuries had passed in between, instead of a dozen years. But he remembered a young girl, a sweet kid with braces on her teeth and overwhelming fear in her eyes. He nodded. Yes, he remembered that smile now.

She wore it still as she shook her head and looked down. “It was a long time ago, a lifetime seems like, so I’m sure you don’t remember. But I still remember how Dean Winchester came and saved me.” She looked up at him again and her tears had returned. “So, I’m asking you to please, please save me again.”

Dean felt the same something as before, something that shifted in his gut, that felt tight and constricting. But he pushed it away and shook his head.

“You’re wrong, Y/N.” He said, as her name came back to him. He could see the surprise on her face. “I do remember you. I remember the poltergeist. I remember your family, your house. And I remember saving you.” 

He paused and let the memories retreat from his mind’s eye before he clenched his jaw. “But you’re right, it was a lifetime ago,” he shook his head, “and I’m not that guy anymore.”

He raised his gun and took a step forward aiming for a quick, straight bullet to the head, faster than blinking.

But as though time slowed down, he saw a blur of motion coming in from the side and several things happened at the exact same time. Y/N screamed and dove as far to the right as her chains would allow, Cas jumped forward to stop him, and Dean yanked his gun up at the very last millisecond before his finger flexed on the trigger, just as he saw the blur come into focus.

It was a sobbing, shaking little girl, in a tattered blue dress. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and tied with a faded piece of lace. Y/N had leapt towards the child to shield her as the little one had flung herself in front of her mother. Y/N was now cradling her daughter in her arms.

Cas kept his hand like a vice grip on Dean’s shoulder where he’d grabbed him in an attempt to stop him. Though he wouldn’t have reached him in time. A feeling surged through Dean that he hadn’t felt in a long time as he breathed in and out harshly, as though he’d run a mile.

Two of his soldiers, Risa and Patrick, ran in seconds later, ashen faced and staring at the little girl. Dean yelled at them. “Why the fuck did you let her in here?”

Risa shook her head. “She got away from us.”

“Got away from you?” He continued to shout. “She’s a little girl!” 

When they didn't respond he gritted his teeth and spoke through them. “Why don’t you go see if you can handle all forty pounds of her this time.” He said, motioning with his gun for them to go get her.

As they moved to follow his orders he acknowledged what it was that had his heart beating triple time and his lungs unable to suck in enough air. 

It was fear. The forgotten, acidic taste of it was on his tongue. It had been a very long time since he’d been afraid of anything. But knowing he’d been less than a second away from firing a bullet into the body of an innocent, uninfected kid - that truth had him rattled. As did Emma’s heart-rending cries as she clung to her mother.

Risa and Patrick had reached Y/N, but looked hesitant to rip the child away from her mother. Y/N was pulling on Emma’s arms and she finally managed to unlock their death grip from around her neck. 

“Baby, shh.” She said softly as she brushed the little girl’s wispy hairs out of her face and cupped her ruby red cheeks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re gonna be safe - “ 

Emma cut her off with a wail. “Noooo! Noooo! Mommy, I don’t wanna go.”

Y/N was shaking her head. “Hey, hey. No, sweetheart listen, listen to me. We made it here and now you’re safe.” She began nodding as Emma shook her head. “Yes, baby. Look at me, look at me, just breathe.” She said, and Emma began sucking in shuddering, choking breaths.

Y/N smiled and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “You are so brave. Okay? I just need you to keep being so brave. Can you do that? Hmm?” Y/N questioned, nodding even though Emma was shaking her head in denial.

Dean caught Patrick’s eye and gave a sharp nod towards the horrifying scene. He needed them to get the kid out of there. Patrick nodded back, but still didn’t move to take her. Dean seethed.

“I love you so much.” Y/N said, her voice breaking now, but she cleared her throat quickly and continued. “I love you bigger than big.” She was staring into her daughter’s eyes. “Bigger than big.” She repeated.

“And taller than tall?” Emma asked in a strangled voice, obviously repeating an often used sentiment. 

Y/N was nodding. “And taller than tall.” She confirmed. She gave her daughter a final smile of encouragement, her palms still clasped on her flushed, wet cheeks. “You - are my little angel.” She told her before pulling her against her chest one more time, trying to squeeze a lifetime of love into the small body she held.

Dean tried to keep his features in check as Y/N looked up at him. He wouldn’t bend. She needed to get her kid out of there. Y/N sniffed and pulled back from Emma. “Okay, baby. You need to go with…”

She looked up at Risa, obviously looking for a name. “Risa.” The soldier replied kindly.

Y/N gave her a grateful smile and directed her words up at her. “Go with Risa, she’ll look out for you.” It was obviously a question for the other woman, a plea. Risa gave a curt nod of agreement.

Emma was still sobbing as Y/N lifted her out of her lap and let Risa take her away. The little girl screamed and reached back for her mother and Dean saw the way Y/N flinched as she raised her manacled wrist and pressed her fingers to her lips before sending a parting kiss to her daughter.

As the child disappeared her screams still echoed, and Y/N slumped, covering her face, her shoulders shaking.

Dean swallowed down the feelings that tried to rise in him as he watched her weep. Every person who died left someone behind to grieve them. If they were lucky. And this situation was no different. Their camp had more than a dozen orphaned kids. Emma would be no different.

But as Y/N took a shuddering breath and looked up at him, he knew he was lying. Her words to Emma had resonated in his memory, pulling forth the image of his mother’s warm hands on his cheeks after he sought to comfort her, told her he loved her and would never leave her. 

“You - are my little angel.” She’d said, her voice full of love.

And another moment, in the dark, cuddled against his mother’s chest as she held him after a nightmare, just days before the fire. Her voice had been so gentle, so soft. 

“I know you’re scared, Dean, and that’s okay. Cause I know you’re so brave too. Can you show me how brave you are?”

Y/N’s last words to her daughter echoed some of the last words he remembered from his mother and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him. But as Y/N stared up at him, he tried desperately to shake it off. It changed nothing.

Y/N’s voice cracked as she tried to speak; she cleared it before trying again. “Thank you, Dean. For keeping her here, for giving her somewhere safe to be.”

Dean shook his head. “Nowhere is somewhere safe to be.”

He could see Y/N’s fear spring back up, and he shrugged. “But she can stay here, and have the protection of the camp. For whatever that’s worth.”

Y/N nodded and closed her eyes. “Thank you.” She repeated in a whisper, and then, without opening her eyes, “I’m ready.”

Cas gripped his shoulder again. “Dean, don’t do this.” He said, his low voice barely a whisper.

Dean shrugged off his hand and stepped closer to Y/N, close enough that he couldn’t possibly miss, so that it would be instant and painless.

He felt Cas’ disappointment and anger looming over him as he extended his arm. The muzzle of the gun was less than two feet from its target. Dean cocked it again and felt his stomach swoop at Y/N’s soft, quick inhale.

His finger caressed the trigger, a breath away from pulling it when from nowhere his little brother’s voice floated into his mind, a snippet of conversation he hadn’t thought of in almost a decade - from the first time they’d ever seen the virus.

“You know I’m gonna ask you why.” Sam had said, referring to the man Dean had left alive.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, why? Why didn’t you do it?”

He hadn’t answered his brother then; he’d been too embarrassed to say that there had been something in his soul that wouldn’t let him shoot someone who wasn't yet a monster, even if it seemed inevitable that they would be.

But now, that same creeping feeling, that same cloying sense of wrong was pulling at his soul again. It shocked him and angered him that his soul was still capable of this dithering - this pansy-assed wavering - when his head knew without a doubt what had to be done.

With the same sick, frustrated feeling, however, Dean felt his arm drop. “Dammit.” He growled, just as he had then.

He backed away and saw Y/N’s eyes pop open, saw relief flood them just before he turned and stormed away. He barreled out of the cabin and heard Cas shout after him. But he kept marching forward, trying to get himself far away from the memories that had come there to haunt him. 

But with every step away from camp, with every inch he walked into the surrounding forest, his mother and brother’s faces became clearer in his mind until he finally just stopped abruptly. Giving a shout of pure fury, Dean pointed his gun at the dead leaves on the ground and unloaded his clip into the moist earth.

He was panting, teeth clenched, as he sensed someone approaching. He whirled around, instinctively pointing his empty gun towards the noise. But he immediately put it down when he saw it was Cas. 

Instead he walked up to him and shoved the angel backwards; though even with his powers gone, he didn’t move very far.

“Don’t fucking follow me.” Dean growled at him.

But Cas just stared at him and then a smile spread across his face. Dean scowled thunderously. “What the fuck could you possibly be smiling about?”

Cas shook his head and shrugged. “I just… thought he was gone, but he’s still there. Haven’t seen him in a long time.’

Dean’s expression was confused and pissed. “Thought who was gone?”

“My friend - Dean Winchester. I thought he was well and truly gone.” He repeated. “But it’s so good to see him again.” The angel’s brilliant blue eyes were beaming so bright, they almost seemed to be alight with grace once more.

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Almost Heaven

Summary:

Mulder’s attempt to find more exciting cases to investigate while stuck in the bullpen turns into another weekend trip to the forest.

Meanwhile, Scully is faced with a tempting offer that could change both her future and their lives.

Thank you all so much for your wonderful comments! It's so much fun reading your thoughts and reactions. 💕

This story is complete, and I’m going to post one chapter a day.

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Chapter 8: Country Roads, Take Me Home

The Apple House Restaurant Interstate 66 Sunday, November 29th, 1998, 9:45 pm

Scully had a secret. Earlier in the car, when she had asked him to stop so she could answer her phone in private, he’d naively assumed it was her mother calling about something personal she didn’t want him to overhear. But the way she’d avoided his eyes ever since made all the alarm bells ring in his head.

It wasn’t even that she was acting more secretive—not more than usual, at least. No, those weren’t Scully’s tells; he knew. She was a private person, and he respected that she sometimes needed a while and some prompting before she’d admit that something was bothering her. What tipped him off was the opposite. Scully'd been almost compliant and agreeable for the duration of the ride back. She didn’t question his sanity, following a Mothman into the forest. She didn’t even ask how his head was doing. No, she seemed deep in thought, miles away.

He’d tried to draw her out, but no matter how many outrageous ideas he’d brought up or how many jokes he’d made, she’d only nodded, given him a polite smile, and turned back to staring out of the window.

She didn't question him or point out any flaws in his theories, and she didn’t even pretend to not be amused by his jokes.

Now, while he steered the car into the empty spot in front of a diner along the highway, he couldn't help but wonder what that call earlier had really been about.

Mulder gave her a sideways glance. Something was definitely up. She was staring out of the passenger side window and didn't move, even though he had already turned off the car.

“Earth to Scully!” he called, waving his hand in front of her face. “I didn't know you wanted to stay longer in beautiful West Virginia,” he joked.

Scully gave him a half-smile, but he could tell her heart wasn’t really in it. Without a word, she looked at the diner and got out of the car.

Mulder walked around the car, joining her with three long strides, putting his hand against her lower back, and trying to steer her towards the door. Another thing he’d been doing more since they’d returned from Antarctica. But this time her back stiffened, and she sped up, making his hand drop from her back. He watched her in confusion. “You ok, Scully?” he asked softly.

Scully turned to him with a questioning look. “I'm fine, Mulder. Don't you want to get inside? It’s raining.” He wordlessly nodded and followed her to the door, wondering what was going on.

The diner door squeaked when Mulder pulled it open, and the familiar smell of coffee, eggs, and frying sausages encompassed him immediately. He spotted an empty booth at the back of the small place and pointed to it. “Come on, take a seat over there. I’ll pre-order your coffee while you check what you want to eat.”

Scully shook her head, not looking at him, and headed straight for the counter. “It’s fine, Mulder. I’ll get my coffee,” she said. “We can look over the menu in a second.”

He watched her, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He always got her coffee now. And he knew exactly how she liked it. She’d never complained and seemed to appreciate the gesture very much. And it meant a lot to him that he could make her smile with such a small thing as getting her coffee right.

He slowly moved toward the back of the row of booths and slid onto the vinyl-covered bench, his mind racing. What was going on? He replayed the events of the past few days in his mind, looking for clues.

They’d both been angry at Kersh on Friday, but that was neither the first nor probably the last time, he sighed. And when he’d talked to her on Friday evening, she’d seemed perfectly happy joining him on his little adventure. Maybe that was it! Maybe she’s frustrated that we haven’t found any actual proof of the Mothman. Though those droppings and those broken branches in the bushes were pretty heavy clues, he mused.

But then there was the phone call—and her distant behavior, his mind helpfully supplied. He remembered how she’d stiffened up last night when he’d tried to put his arm around her or how she’d immediately retreated into her room even though they’d talked about watching a movie and getting pizza.

Scully slid onto the bench across from him, her hands wrapped around the cup of coffee. She blew on top of it and took a careful sip, her eyes avoiding his. Mulder watched her uneasily, trying to catch her eyes.

“Scully? Is everything ok?” he asked quietly.

She looked up, her expression unreadable. “I’m fine, Mulder.”

He cringed. How he hated that answer. And he also didn’t believe her. If he had learned one thing during that horrible time when they thought she hadn’t much time left, it was that ’I’m fine’ meant ’I’m hiding something major from you, and I’m in fact not fine’.

Mulder’s profiling instincts were sending him all kinds of warning signals, and he let his eyes wander over her. She was sipping her coffee, still warming her hands on the cup, and pretending to read the greasy diner menu lying on the table in front of her. But he could tell she was just looking at it, not really taking anything in, as her eyes weren’t moving. Her back was held straight, and her shoulders were as tense as a brick wall under her jacket—a jacket he noticed for the first time that was far too thin for the cold West Virginian weather in November, and he cringed. I probably should have told her to pack for a trip to the forest, he thought grimly.

He wanted to reach out, put his arm around her, and warm her up, but he was afraid she’d just push him away again. Something he never thought he’d think again after the last few weeks and Antarctica. They’d gotten so close lately that he barely had to think about whether she would welcome his touches.

A middle-aged waitress approached their table, and Mulder realized that he didn’t feel the least bit hungry. His stomach was one giant knot.

“Good morning, welcome to The Apple House. What can I do for you today?”

Scully flinched like she hadn’t expected the waitress at all. “Um. I’d like a bagel. With cream cheese, full fat if you have it. And some more coffee, please.”

“I’d just like some coffee, please,” he told the waitress without taking his eyes off Scully. The woman left, and they sat in silence, waiting for her to come back with their order. The clang of cutlery and the chatter of other customers were the only sounds around them.

They finished up quickly, Mulder mostly just watching Scully nibbling at her bagel and sipping her coffee. Within 15 minutes, they were back on the road.

Interstate 66

10:25 am

The silence was driving him crazy, and Mulder started fidgeting in his seat. Whatever was going on with Scully was giving him all kinds of ideas—none of them good.

He reached for the radio, trying to find a station that would distract him from his thoughts, but even the radio DJs seemed to have conspired against him. After flipping through several Sunday preachers and soft rock stations, he flicked the radio off with an exasperated sigh and brushed his hand through his hair. That of course reminded him of the tender bump on the back of his head, and he flinched. This weekend wasn’t turning out at all like he had imagined, he thought grumpily. He let out a frustrated growl, rearranging his seat once again.

He could feel Scully’s eyes on him and quickly turned to her, smiling at her, hoping to draw her out. She was studying his face thoughtfully, her eyes softer than they had been all morning.

“I’m sorry, Mulder. I’m having a few things on my mind right now,” she said calmly. “But I promise I’ll explain later. This is about something that I have to decide, and I just need a bit of space. Can you give me that?”

Mulder nodded. “Of course, Scully. I just hope you know that you can talk to me about anything,” he gave her another glance before turning his eyes back to the road. “You know that, right?”

Scully smiled and reached over to squeeze his forearm. “I do know that, Mulder. Thank you.”

Mulder felt a weight drop off his shoulders. Maybe it has nothing at all to do with me or the Mothman. Maybe she really has to deal with something involving her family. Bill Jr. probably, he thought and frowned. Who knew what her brother was trying to talk her into now!

Scully turned her eyes back towards the windshield and looked out at the overhanging gray sky. “Mulder, would you mind taking me home instead of me coming along to the gunmen?” she asked. “I’m sure whatever they can find out about your Mothman is something you can tell me on the phone later.”

Mulder nodded, his mood falling again. “Sure, Scully. No problem.”

[fazedlight]

20 Questions More

A deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks @eqt-95 and @inkedroplets for the tag!!

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?

Daydreaming. Writing fanfic is secondary to that. It was only in the past couple of years that it occurred to me that I could write some of it down and see what happens.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

@searidings is my absolute favorite, the way she unravels the characters' emotions and angst is absolutely superb.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

Ohhh I really love this question:

Cat in Inauthentic, as well as this ficlet and this one. I love her sense of humor.

Lillian in Darkness in All Things. For the same reason as Cat, I just love her snark.

Zor-El in Even Though You're Kryptonian. He kind of surprised me when I started writing him, and to this day I don't know if some of his lines are driven by genuine confusion or if he's just trolling.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

I'm a never-say-never kind of person. There's a lot that I don't think I would ever write, but I've been surprised on where stories have taken me before, and may be surprised again.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

"Process" might be an overstatement...

I have a "scribbles" doc where I keep my ideas. I cull ideas often (though ideas often make their way back anyway). As I write more into the doc, a certain idea may get too big for it, so I spin it out into its own doc.

From there, I kind of go back and forward between outlining and writing. I write completely out of order. Which is why, so often, my multichaps are almost fully drafted by the time I publish chapter 1. I've usually already made it to the resolution point of the plot (meaning, no one's in danger anymore, the bad guy is gone, etc), though the final chapter often doesn't get written until later.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

I love when I've finished the first pass of a chapter/one-shot, and I'm in the editing stage. The story really feels like it's coming together at that point, and it's before all the self-doubt starts bubbling up (that hits hard just before posting).

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

A friend of mine is a professor in astroparticle physics, so I spent a couple of hours asking him about quantum mechanics stuff. But only a small portion of that ended up being relevant to the fic and the rest was just for fun.

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

When I'm first sketching out a scene, about half the time I write in present tense (it feels more like I'm writing a play at that point sometimes), but I publish in past tense. So I end up needing to do a bunch of revisions 😭

Also TYPOS.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

Fight scenes are ROUGH, man.

This is probably one of those answers I'll change every time depending what's at the top of my mind. But writing out a fight scene - like in Even Though You're Kryptonian, Darkness in All Things, or It's a Metallo Life - gets surprisingly difficult if there are more than 2 people.

I know exactly how I'd shoot those scenes if I had a camera crew, special effects, etc. But it's hard making sure the audience is aware of where everyone is positioned, why they can/can't act in the moment, etc.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

All the fucking time, man. From the very beginning, even. I was trying to have Lena still be angry by the DEO scene in So I Kept Pretending, but that didn't make sense anymore.

I actually recently had a fic idea dissolve because it wasn't vibing with the characters. Which is fine, it became a ficlet instead!

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Absolutely Kara. I have so many questions about kryptonian culture and how it drives her character.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Trope-wise, I definitely return to the Rift again and again. I find themes around forgiveness and understanding to be really interesting. Can two good-hearted people with conflicting needs hurt each other while still loving each other? How? What does that mean for the aftermath?

I think that's part of what draws me to supercorp - the complexity of their relationship. How they can both be right, and both be wrong, and love each other enough to rebuild from the ashes.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

Coffeeshops and libraries. Getting into slightly busy, cozy environments, out of the house, really helps shake loose the stuff in my head.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

Especially for longer works, I tend to put the work down (and circle to other works, or go outside, or whatever) before coming back to it. It helps to step away for a bit - it's easier to pick up on repetitiveness or unclear passages when coming back.

Though I always find mistakes in my stories much later, so I'm not sure I'm one to give advice on this anyway 🤣

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Posting anxiety is the absolute worst. If I leave myself in front of my computer I'll end up refreshing constantly waiting for the first kudos (if it's a one-shot or first chapter) or the first comment (if it's a later chapter) to figure out if I've accidentally pissed off everyone in the fandom somehow.

Luckily, my partner will usually pull me away to go on a walk or grab lunch or do something else to take my mind off it 💗

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I only publish what I like. Sometimes I'm nervous that other people won't like it, but I will always like it. Stories that aren't going a way I like - even if I think the idea is cool! - will dissolve. Just recently I dissolved one that felt like it was a cool idea, but it didn't make enough sense for the characters.

Kudos and comments always make me feel appreciated as an author!! Sometimes I'll get a user subscriber out of it, too, and it feels like an honor that someone would want to hear from me more than once.

The thing that feels most precious, though, is when someone comments on how something made them feel (I love making people laugh at my dumb jokes, or cry when a story is supposed to hit emotionally), or when they pick up on something that I wasn't sure would get picked up on.

I tend to lean towards understatement in my stories. For me, the biggest success is knowing that someone recognized what I was going for, without me being overt.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?

Alas, I don't. But given that Kara is canonically a Britney Spears fan and musicals nerd, I feel like my default playlist works 🤣

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Oh gosh, I don't want to pick someone and create pressure, or not pick someone and make them feel bad. This fandom has so many great artists!

That said, some of my favorites do commissions, you can see everything I've commission here.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

1 supercorp & 1 rojarias (for @supergirlmayhem)

For me, 2-3 is my happy number, so I'm relieved to be down to this after being so high (I think up to 11?) for so long.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

If you're wondering why you can't find that story you want, it might mean that you're the one to write it 💗

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Tagging (respectfully and without pressure) @rustingcat @luthordamnvers @sssammich @tinyvariations @thatonebirdwrites @theredcapeofk @sideguitars @luthordamnvers @mycatismyeditor @inkedroplets @nottawriter @snowydragonscave @jetgirl1832 if you want some rapid-fire q's thrown your way. But also anyone who'd like to do this!

[emberaie]

THE TRUE STORIES LEGACY CHALLENGE 🤍

- This challenge was written by me, Emberaie! I really hope you enjoy my challenge & if you play it please tag me! The True Stories Legacy generations aren't based on true events, but are detailed storylines that have a more realistic/dramatic touch! (I needed more drama in my game ahaha) Enjoy!! -

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🚨WARNING 🚨

(dark topics like drugs, cheating & abuse will be mentioned so please be advised while playing this challenge!!)

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RULES:

You may do anything outside the rules unless stated otherwise eg. If the generation requires you to max a specific skill, you may still max other non-related skills if you wish!

You must complete the goals in each generation to fully complete it, however, if you would like to move on to the next generation as a toddler and come back to the previous generation after, that is also fine as long as you still complete everything.

Complete the goals in order for the story to make the most sense.

Any other children’s traits can be selected, it’s only the heir’s traits that must be according to the rules.

There is a color palette for each generation, this will be your heir’s favorite colors!! 

Must play lifespan on normal. 

Many of the generations include multiple packs, therefore, it is recommended that you have all of them installed. (I also modified the challenge like the modded rules ) :)

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Generation One : - The Runaway - “Criminal falls in love & changes their heart”

(inspired by MissLollypop’s legacy stories challenge so it might sound very similar!! I really liked how they started their challenge :) Credit to MissLollypop for the story idea!! https://misslollypopsims.tumblr.com/post/663620963346333696/mls-legacy-stories-challenge 

Story - 💕

When you were a child, you were often forgotten and left to fend for yourself. Your parents had no intention of raising you or even loving you. So, you grew up quite independent and angry. When you got old enough you realized that you had no intention of maintaining a relationship with your family… or even having one of your own. 

So, when you aged up to a teenager, you decided you’ve had enough. You would look around at your fellow classmates who have these large families with money and you couldn't help but resent them. After falling in with the wrong crowd, you earned a disdain for education and being in high school at all. So, you decided to leave it all behind. You didn’t really have anyone you cared about in your old life so it would be easy, right? Living life as a runaway teen wasn’t the life you originally wanted. But, if you were being honest, it was much better than your life at home. Scavenging in dumpsters and being a petty thief became your usual day to day, the only thing that made your “life” worth something was working out. Punching a boxing bag or jogging down the pier made you feel alive.

But, after a while of living on your own and rummaging to survive, you realize you needed something more. Maybe some nice food? Without a highschool education it became pretty difficult to find a job. Eventually, you meet a well-known drug dealer who took pity on you and decided to train you in their business, officially starting your life as a criminal. Surprisingly, you were pretty successful. Your lack of emotions and loner lifestyle made you perfect for the career of a drug dealer. After successfully making a pretty good life for yourself by flying through the ranks and becoming well respected in the business, for some reason, you felt unsatisfied. Your life felt empty, without meaning. Now, being an adult you started to feel regret for the choices you made in high school, wishing more than anything you could go back and change your decisions. 

Soon enough, you meet someone that makes you rethink everything. You fall in love. Your life feels like it was turned upside down, everything you once thought was wrong and now you want a different life. Your partner encourages you to be yourself, the person you were before all the resentment and anger. They understand how difficult your life was and accept you, for you. It makes you feel loved for the first time in your life. You started to imagine what it would be like to have a family of your own with your partner, to feel loved and to love others. You decide to quit your job as a drug dealer and become a stay-at-home parent and do whatever you can to be a super parent to your kids. You decide to give your kids the life you wanted, the life you deserved. Soon, you found true meaning to your life and realized all along, it was family.

Oh, how love could change a heart. 

Mod Requirements - Basemental Drugs

Traits : 

Teen - Kleptomaniac, Hot-Headed Young Adult / Adult - Kleptomaniac, Hot-Headed & Mean // Hot-Headed, Family-Oriented, Romantic

Aspiration : 

Teen - Public Enemy  Young Adult / Adult - Public Enemy // Super Parent

Career : 

Young Adult / Adult - Criminal Career // Stay-at-Home Parent

Color Palette : 

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Style : Alternative / Casual 

Rules : 

Teenager -

Move into an empty lot or empty trailer or shack for realism w/ $0. (Either way, your starting from nothing) 

Earn money by dumpster diving & stealing from people. 

Build a shabby home for yourself using the furniture & money you collect. 

Don’t go to school. 

Be an F student.

Add the simple living lot challenge. 

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Young Adult / Adult / Elder - 

Become a drug dealer using the basemental mod. 

< Skip this step & continue to step 6 if playing w/ no mods. >

Join the criminal career. 

Master fitness skill lvl. 10.

Reach mischief lvl. 5.

Complete the Public Enemy aspiration. 

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Meet a partner w/ the Good trait. 

After reaching 50% romance w/ partner, change traits.

Kleptomaniac -> Family-Oriented // Mean -> Romantic

Re-select your aspiration to be a super-parent.

Have a private wedding at home. 

Quit your job as a criminal & become a stay-at-home parent. 

Have more than 2 children. 

Have all toddlers receive the Happy Toddler reward trait. 

Have all children complete their aspiration. 

Master parenting skill lvl. 10.

Master wellness skill lvl. 10.

Complete the Super Parent aspiration. 

Take your toddlers/children to the park every week. 

Help with your children's school projects every time. 

Knit clothes & toys for your children/grandchildren. 

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Generation Two : - The Detective -  “Rookie police officer finds new love in the city” 

Story - 🚓

Growing up, you had a nearly perfect childhood. Your parents made sure that you lived a life full of love and care. And you were incredibly grateful for the life they gave you! You were encouraged to be yourself and do your best at school or whatever extracurricular you were in. But you were good at them all! You loved school and were always getting great grades, but also excelled in athletics! You always assumed your parents had the “perfect” life since they never really talked about their past, and you were happy!!

But, as you grew up you accidentally found the truth about your mom/dad’s past and what they did when they were younger. They were a criminal. Although you loved your mom/dad, your whole childhood was a lie! They raised you to have extremely strong morals, to always follow the law, and be kind to others, no matter what. You felt betrayed by them. For the rest of your teenhood, your relationship with your mom/dad became difficult. You couldn’t help but argue with them about basically everything.  You couldn’t believe they lied to you or planned on never telling you! You value honesty over EVERYTHING, so how could you trust your mom/dad now? Luckily, you had one person to help you through everything. Your boyfriend/girlfriend. They were there for you to vent, cry, or whatever you needed. They were your rock.

When you became a young adult, your mom/dad had a deep conversation with you about their past and why they did what they did. It was difficult to hear about everything they went through. So, you felt bad for the way you treated your mom/dad after they struggled and sacrificed so much for you. When you realized how lucky your mom/dad was to escape the criminal life and to live a wonderful life, it made you think about all those runaway kids out there who will fall into the criminal life and most likely never make it out. So, you decided to become a detective. To help those in need, and to be there when others need you. Unlike anyone your mom/dad had. Plus, you would be really good at it. You're smart, athletic, and confident, and value honesty above everything! It would be perfect. So, you and your girlfriend/boyfriend move to the big city to pursue your newly formed dream! It was rough at first, being a rookie officer, but you loved it. Solving crimes and punishing people who hurt others like your mom/dad felt empowering. But, your whole life was about to change.

After finally being promoted to detective, you meet your new partner. The two of you IMMEDIATELY hit it off. Soon, you were going to the gym together, getting coffee before work and before long, you became really close. Not to mention they were incredibly attractive and free-going like you. You loved going out to nightclubs, bars and just being a young adult! But, someone was holding you back. Your girlfriend/boyfriend was the opposite, a homebody who was ready to settle down, maybe move back to the countryside. But, you weren’t ready for a family, kids. You were just starting off your career! You loved them, but your visions for the future were so different. It was becoming more and more difficult to share your cramped one-bedroom apartment with them and their constant nagging. But, you’re loyal… right? 

Sometimes you need to learn how to forgive.

Mod Requirements - None

Traits : 

Toddler - Independent  Child - Athletic Teen - Hot-Headed // Self-Assured Young Adult / Adult - Outgoing

Aspiration : 

Child - Playtime Captain  Teen - Goal Oriented  Young Adult / Adult - Friend of the World

Career : 

Teen - Football or Cheerleading Young Adult / Adult - Detective

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Color Palette : 

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Style : Athleisure / Professional 

Rules : 

Child - 

Meet your best friend (future partner).

Have a great relationship w/ both parents. 

Get an A in school. 

Complete the Playtime Captain aspiration.

< Complete the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration if you don’t have Growing Together pack >

Finish homework every night. 

Complete every school project on time w/ your parents. 

Teenager - 

Become girlfriend/boyfriend w/ your best friend. 

Join football or cheerleading after-school activity. (you can choose whether to follow traditional gender stereotypes or choose which fits your sim best) :)

< Join scouts after school activity if you don’t have Growing Together pack >

Discover your mom/dad’s ‘secret’. (storyline creativity)

Argue & fight your mom/dad frequently. 

Make a close friend group of 5. (including boyfriend/girlfriend)

Get an A in school. 

Complete the Goal Oriented aspiration.

< Skip this step if you don’t have the High School Years pack >

Finish homework every night. 

Become a team captain in either football or cheerleading. 

Become high school royalty at prom. 

Young Adult  - 

Once talking with your mom/dad about their criminal past, change traits.

Hot-Headed => Self-Assured 

Move to a one-bedroom apartment in San Myshuno w/ your girlfriend/boyfriend. 

Join the Detective career.

&lt; Join the Secret Agent career if you don’t have Get to Work pack. >

Go to the nightclub every weekend. (w/o your girlfriend/boyfriend)

Once you get promoted to Detective, meet your partner w/ the Outgoing trait.

< If you don’t have Get to Work pack, get to lvl. 4 of the Secret Agent career. >

Argue w/ your boyfriend/girlfriend on future goals. 

Have a one-night stand w/ your partner after a night out drinking.

Choose:

Develop a scandalous affair w/your partner under your boyfriend/girlfriend’s nose. 

Tell the truth to your boyfriend/girlfriend & break up.

Tell the truth to your boyfriend/girlfriend & work on your relationship. 

If you continue the affair without your girlfriend/boyfriend’s knowledge, don’t get married. 

If you tell the truth, propose to either your partner or boyfriend/girlfriend. 

(Must complete either step 20 or step 21)

Go to the gym every Tuesday & Thursday. 

Visit your parents every Sunday. 

Adult - 

If you proposed, have a large wedding to celebrate. 

Have one child. 

Master fitness skill lvl. 10.

Master charisma skill lvl. 10. 

Complete Friend of the World aspiration. 

Achieve lvl. 10 of the Detective career. 

< Achieve lvl. 10 of the Secret Agent career if you don’t have Get to Work pack. >

Have a home gym.

Go on a date w/ your spouse every Friday night. 

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[cardinaldante]

Greetings siblings of the church! Today, you will be getting two post! One this morning, and the other late after the midnight mass to tell you what's all going on!

So, other than that, this morning was a little weird. I was woken up by Phantom, who wasn't in his mask. He seemed to have been crying- his eyes were red and puffy and he looked upset. I asked what happened- and he told me that a brother had ripped his helmet off and destroyed it. Thankfully, the helmet wasn't Aethers(The quintessential ghoul that was Papa Copia's personal ghoul), but it still ment he was out of a helmet for now. I took his hand and let him wear one of my cardinal hats to make him feel better, and to cover his horns(Yes, siblings, they have horns) and off of we went. He kept his tail wrapped around my arm, which I didn't really mind. It felt comforting.

We finally found the brother, and he was harrasing another ghoul- a smaller ghoulette(Atleast, I'm pretty sure they're a girl, as they have boobs) whose body language was giving off wildly uncomfortable energy. The brother didn't even want to talk to me at first, saying that I 'didnt understand anything' and I should just 'fuck off'. It started a large argument that only ended when Papa Terzo- accompanied by a very tall looking ghoul that most likely was Omega- came around the corner. He stopped the argument, and asked me first what happened.

I explained everything that had happened- from Phantom's helmet to us coming up to the brother harrasing the ghoulette, and Omega growled. Like, actually growled. It terrified me- I felt like I wanted to flee from the hallway. Papa Terzo didn't seem any sort of worried, but Phantom moved closer to me, and wrapped his tail around my arm, while the ghoulette grabbed my shirt and squeezed herself as close to me as possible. It made me a little more calm, but I still felt terrified. Less running away though.

The brother still didnt seem phased- and told Papa Terzo that I was lying, and that since I was a kid, I needed to 'mind my own business'. I could almost see Papa Terzo's eyes change instantly the moment the brother said that. Once the brother was done, Papa Terzo stepped over, clasped him on the shoulder, and said,

"Congratulations, you've made your way onto the Ritual List."

Siblings, I'd never, EVER seen a person get so pale so fast. The brother apologized profusely to me before bolting away from us. It also... Confused me. Up until a few days ago, siblings, I was the one doing the ritual things- budgeting, adding names that Cardinal Mickelson gave to me, and taking the ghouls off of their duties ritual day/night, and the day after ritual- so I didn't understand why the brother was so scared. I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could, Papa Terzo asked if I was ready for Midnight mass tonight.

I regretfuly told him that I'd lost my rosary, but after I was done helping the ghoulette- Omega interjected and told me her name was Aurora, the other new ghoul- and Phantom, I was going to go back and grab it where I thought I left it. That led to me explaining Ifrit- and the greenhouse to Papa Terzo, and Omega looked... Angry. Or atleast, that's what he was giving off. He still had on a helmet, so I couldn't see his face, but he felt angry. He told me that i was forbidden from ever going back to the green house, and that he would get my rosary himself. Ghouls don't usually give out orders(They're technically just servants from the dark one), but Omega sounded serious, and he was very scary. Before I could say anything, he dissapeared. Like, infront of my eyes, siblings. I did not know ghouls could just... Dissapear.

Papa Terzo didn't seem as tense as Omega had, and gently agreed with Omega, telling me that I was no longer allowed by the old green house. I wanted to complain, but Papa Terzo's word- matter of fact- all the Papa's words are law. Omega returned just a little bit later and handed me back my rosary. Some of the beads were a bit scorched, like something had tried to burn the rosary. I thanked him, and he told me again to stay away from the greenhouse.

I told him I would, and we parted ways after that, me and Phantom- along with our newest member, Aurora- heading off to the library now so I could research some things for Midnight mass, since I now had my rosary. I hesitantly asked both of the ghouls with me if Omega was always that scary, and Aurora was the one that replied. She told me he was most likely being protective of Phantom, since Phantom had been following me around for the past few days, and didn't want Phantom to get hurt if I did go to the greenhouse. Putting a blanket ban on me made his job easier to keep his brother safe.

I didn't like it, but it wasn't like I was going to argue with Omega. Or Papa. I asked Aurora if she wanted to stay while I went through some of the boring books in the library, and she told me she didn't have anything to do, would rather not be in the ghouls den cause Sodo was in rut(Whatever the hell that ment??) And wasnt going to be bored and she'd wanted to come to the library anyways.

Maybe I'll check up on what the hell rut means while I'm at the library. Phantom and now Aurora has said it, and I have no clue what the hell it means, siblings.

[selene-moonie]

Be practical babes

Semi-random thought I had (also, sorry for my lack of posting recently, I've been busy working and manifesting other things) but I feel like sometimes we take the practicality out of manifesting.

Like I've seen some people say you can't complain about your present circumstances while you're manifesting your desired circumstances.

My response to this is nuanced, obviously.

If you're in trash circumstances, you're not going to like it. You'll probably be stressed out, you might feel anxious, and when things you don't like happen, you'll probably feel annoyed. And only when you get what you want that may change.

For example, I've wanted to go to the beach since last September. I almost went in December, but it didn't happen and I was really upset about it.

I think the week of V-day I was like, "fuck it, I'm going to the beach," and I started affirming angrily that I was going to the beach. The guy I made out with the night I was supposed to go to the beach in December posted on his ig pictures of himself at the beach, and I messaged him about it, telling him that I was so jealous that he made it to the beach. We spoke and stuff, cool. Days later, I'm having a conversation and I'm literally complaining to a new friend that I so desperately wanted to go to the beach and that if someone messaged me at 10:55 am the following day that they wanted to take me to the beach, I'd tell them to give me two hours (cuz I had a work meeting at 11:00 am) and they could come pick me up.

The following morning, sometime after nine in the morning, the guy I made out with messaged our group chat to plan a beach lime for Sunday. It was Friday.

I did go to the beach, it was wonderful, I had a great time and I'm going again soon.

Now, what was the difference between the type of complaining I was doing and what people usually recommend when it comes to complaining about your circumstances? Even though I was venting out my frustrations, I kept telling myself that I'd be at the beach. That no matter that it hadn't happened as yet, I would go. I was in the state of having it, despite my circumstances not reflecting that as yet.

Also, me venting was expressing my own anger and frustration towards myself for having slacked off in the first place, because at the time of originally manifesting it, I didn't persist and hence it didn't happen. And that's what I was really angry about, not the fact that my 3d didn't reflect my mind.

For a very long time, I was focused on not complaining or dealing with my feelings because I thought it would fuck up my manifestations. But in comparison to nowadays, my anxiety, depression, and spiraling were way worse in the past and I still manifested so do those things have anything to do with me getting what I want? Not as much as I used to think they did.

I still feel anxious and frustrated by things because there are still things I want to change in my life, but I don't let those feelings dictate whether or not I receive my manifestations. I get my shit regardless of how I feel.

I've found that by letting myself experience the feelings of frustration and anger allows me to let go of the old story, which then releases a lot of the resistance that I have to the things in my mind. Once I get to that point, my sheer determination to get what I want overrides any circumstances I may or may not perceive and it's usually a matter of days of me affirming that my desire shows up.

Ok so basically what I'm trying to say is that you can complain, but don't complain from the state you don't want.

When you're in garbage circumstances, things are going to frustrate you and that is ok. Do what you need to in order to manage your emotions.

However, when it comes to getting what you want, stay in the state of the wish fulfilled. Stay there, know it's yours, know you have it, or at the very least, that you're going to get it.

Because you're more likely to just be frustrating yourself otherwise.

So be practical when manifesting. Find a system for it that works for you and take your time. You're going to get everything you want, I promise.

Love,

your favorite Moon Babe,

Selene 🌚

[the-capt0r-system]

Really high stress this week has taken a toll on us, but it’s been good practice for working on our inter communication. Around the end of June I (S) realized our little has not only been neglected by the people claiming to love her, but by my crazy ass as well. Bought her the weighted blanket and have been trying to make time for her hobbies and letting her be sad but the idea of her even being there in my chronologically adult body made me so uncomfortable at first, I wasn’t sure how to “switch” and was trying to avoid it out of embarrassment. Not that simple though, I’m guessing.

I saw a post on here about “unintentionally hogging front all the time” and that’s definitely been the case for the last few months and it was probably necessary in order to show the people around us that I live up to the title of protector. However it’s not always intentional. I have been recording myself speaking and have noticed a few times where I begin as the youngest and “end up” as me. My leading theory about L, our usual host, is that she’s something called polyfragmented and has been creating slightly different versions of “the same alter” for the last 10 years or so. I stepped in around then though and told her to start calling herself a different name sometimes and I guess started to front for the first time. IDK something was off about her first girlfriend and I was angry lol. I’m also the courage we had to stand up to my homophobic mother at all and come out as a “lesbian” “tomboy” so maybe that’s why I felt I could start fronting.

Right now it feels, who knows if I’m right, like I (S) can communicate better with our little than L was ever able to. I may be the mean one but I’m also the one who will just get things done, while L is usually content to stall. In retrospect they were both always there though, we just couldn’t really distinguish ourselves and thought we were experiencing a “normal” shifting of emotions or something. L and our little are in touch more than I thought, hence L’s interests and media tastes perhaps being somewhat juvenile at times, and all the crying. But I really want to work on us being more separate personalities at least for now for organizational purposes, so we can work our way back through some of the amnesia and trauma that got us here.

My biggest worry is having to all explain this to like anyone ever. It’s necessary if I ever want to be a person in the world again. I know two people who might be okay with all of it at this point. But even they might leave if I were to tell them just how aggressively protective I’ve (S) become due to the stress lately.

I know there are other systems out there. The prospect of meeting one or any is terrifying, but also probably necessary at this point.

Oh, and we’re legally changing our name for sure. Not just a spare thought, when I think about it. I’ve been considering it off and on for years, just couldn’t commit. Too autistic to just like respect that you just get the name that’s given to you. It would slap and make more sense if we could pick our own

[pikatrainer99]

Little 4-year-old Orange in attack mode, made by me in Gacha Life 2 (this post gets a bit heavy since it's about the Viridian Forest attack in the FRLG arc from Orange's perspective, so you don't have to read it if you don't want to, you can just look at the picture)

This is Orange during Team Rocket's attack on Viridian Forest in the FRLG arc. The fact that they're destroying his home has enraged him, and he's using his powers to sync with the wild Pokémon in the forest and have them attack Team Rocket while he stays out of sight (remember, he can use telepathy to communicate with the Pokémon by sending messages directly into their minds). Strong emotional distress, as well as being in Viridian Forest, amplifies his psychic abilities by a lot and this situation is no exception. In this state of being he can use full-on telekinesis, which is why his hands are also glowing in this image instead of just his eyes. It's also how he's keeping himself hidden from Team Rocket and manipulating the trees that Team Rocket knock down in order to:

1: Try and save as many Pokémon as possible from losing their lives

And 2: Try and kill the Team Rocket members who dared mess with his home.

That's right, when Orange gets angry at a villain, he's always gonna aim for the kill, to ensure that the villains can't cause anymore chaos and destruction (I like to think he gets that from Yellow, because when she's forced to really fight, she also aims for the kill...seriously, LOOK at the Megavolt attack she uses on Lance and tell me that this little PACIFIST who DOESN'T LIKE FIGHTING wasn't trying to finish him for good...you cannot change my mind). So basically, the villains in my fanfic universe should not anger Orange in any way, shape or form if they value their lives. In fact, if you've read my fanfics on AO3, in one of them, Yellow tells Red that Orange "took out" some of the Rocket grunts before she found him and finished the fight (my fanfic universe has some differences from canon, hence why Team Rocket had grunts still instead of it just being Orm, Carr, and Sird). What she actually meant was "he killed them" but she didn't wanna think about the fact that a four-year-old who shouldn't have been caught up in that attack and forced to fight for his life and their home in the first place, actually ended up with a body count by the end of it all, so she sugarcoated the words a bit.

Anyway, as usual, little Orange is covered in bandages because he's clumsy and that's supposed to be an ace bandage made from the forest Pokémon's String Shot on his arm because he sprained it (similar to how Kitty, Yellow's Caterpie, made Yellow a cast out of string when her arm was broken by Lance's Dragonair's Bubble Beam attack...like sister like brother I guess, even though they're not blood-related). The forest Pokémon do stuff like that for him all the time, they always look out for him and he returns the favor by helping them out with anything they need. They're all great friends and it's cute and wholesome.

I'd been wanting to post more Orange stuff, and that's why I made this Gacha Life 2 concept model. One of these days I will sing as him and post it here...I've been thinking about singing Getta Ban Ban as him because I think it fits him well, now I just have to come up with a Japanese voice for him...I've imagined him speaking in Japanese (with what little Japanese I know) quite a few times now but I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull the voice off, especially while singing. I've sung as both him and Thunderheart in English many times before because making Orange and Thunderheart duets is fun...but the singing voice never sounds the same as the speaking voice I made up for him, so...yeah 😅.

[marshmellowjay]

My candyland is inspired by my online and irl friends and the game candyland!(Im not very good at drawing so I had to use gacha club 2. Sorry!)

In order from left to right the characters are:

Mrs.Candy(ruler of candyland. She's the pink one)

Miss Sourpatch and the sour kids. (Her husband is unknown for now)

The Pocky Twins. Mango and Strawberry flavored.

Mr.Sweetart.

Miss Cane.(Obviously a candy cane.)

And Senorita Jelly Bean(purple and black. Her little siblings are like Rolly pollys lol)

They all live in candyland. Helping and sending the player on tasks. They can be violent but it is rare, they get angry at things like

Player eating their home/the candy they are made from

Being yelled at

Destruction of their world

Tasks being ignored if the player agreed to them

I plan to use these characters for RP, DND and other things. More will come. Feel free to use these characters as you please ^^. Such as

Fanfics

Art

Making headcanons for them

Ideas of your own

All I ask is for a brief mention of crediting me. Also tagging me in the posts! I would love to see how you use them ^^.

Here's some canon things about each character!

Mrs Candy: she is the ruler of candyland! Often guiding the player to where they need to go! She also always has some type of pastry with her.

Mrs Sourpatch: she is very protective of her children. Sometimes turning violent in their favor

The sour kids: they are quadruplets! Often seen by their mom or traveling in pairs. Each having their own personality. Green is shy, Purple is sassy, Red is sweet and yellow is hyper.

The Pocky twins: Think The Weasley twins from Harry Potter. They love pranking and meeting new people. Always balancing on their Pocky sticks.

Mr.Sweetart: He has a massive crush on Senorita Jelly Bean. Although he is very easily flustered from any type of flirting. On the other hand he is very smart and loves experiments. He is also gender fluid! He can change his gender as he pleases ^^

Senorita Jelly Bean: She is very flirty. Often flirting with anyone although it's mostly Mr.Sweetart. She is either always balancing on her jelly bean or she's leaning on it.

Mini Jelly beans: they are usually never seen. Although they do pop up every once and a while to mess with the player. Usually creating chaos when their elder sister isn't around.

Feel free to repost and give your ideas!

[bluisgayandmoregay]

Day 2: The worst day of my life

(note: when I say today I mean yesterday, Thursday the 4th)

So, today started off as it should have. I woke up, I ate breakfast, I did a little more unpacking and all the usual schmuck. However today was supposed to be a very sad day as my partner was going to go back home to Missouri for awhile. This had been the plan since two weeks ago, since they wouldn't really be able to live with me anymore due to the move, so we bought a bus ticket and got enough suitcases for all of their stuff. We were spending as much of our time together as we could, and when the time came we headed off to the station and got ready to say goodbye for the last time.

That's when shit started hitting every single fan in the room.

When we arrived we were told the bus would be departing at 7:30p, so we got there around 6:45p to make sure that everything was in order. At 7p I checked the app to see when the bus might arrive, and it said the bus had been delayed to 9:40p. "Ok" I said. "I'll stay with you till it gets here". And so we waited. But every time we checked to see if the bus was closer, it did get closer except it also got delayed by 20 minutes. Every. Time.

It finally got within 30 minutes of the station with an arrival time of 11:10p, and lo and behold a Greyhound bus stops and passengers are getting off. But when we approached the bus we were told it was just an arrivals bus, and the departing bus is at this other gate. So we head over with about 30 other people, and we wait some more. And the bus never comes.

Turns out my partner's bus got in an accident and never actually made it to Denver. I don't know what bus I was tracking with Greyhound's app but it wasn't the right one. Which meant that by 11:45, after 5 hours of sitting in a bus station with pretty much no entertainment, I was tired, exhausted, angry, and starving as I had skipped dinner to say goodbye to them when they were going to get on the bus. I was furious, so goddamn furious. When I got home I just wanted to sleep and fix this in the morning, but I had to deal with the ticket now and get it either refunded or changed to a new date.

We did end up getting it fixed with the help of my Mom, and hopefully it doesn't go to shit again.

I'll be making today's post at the normal time of when I go to sleep, but for now I'm gonna go eat something before I punch something.

[out-of-context-batfam]

Detective Comics (2016) #1032

[spoops-screams]

Hi I’m not sure if your taking request for the arcana but if you are can you do the main six reacting to me being kidnapped and they get sent one of the mc fingers ( they can tell it’s mc’s because it has tier wedding ring on it)

| Reacting to the MC getting kidnapped

Character(s): Nadia Satrinava, Julian Devorak and Muriel

TW: Kidnapping, murder, threats of murder/injury, gore, injury

Notes: Gender neutral MC || I am taking requests so don't worry! If you're ever not sure, you can always check my bio or pinned post because my current requests status will usually be updated there 💕 || I love how I accidentally made this blog where I write about characters breaking down while you guys agree with me and help me do that more 😌 💕 || I think it might become a habit for me not to be able to do all 6 for the Arcana specifically in one headcanon without taking 12 years 😭

Nadia

No one thinks they've ever seen Nadia break composure so quickly as when she opened the box that she was sent, seeing a single finger lying in it

She doesn't register the ring at first, her expression only changing to disgust and horror until she does catch the sight of the band on the finger

Her entire expression crumbles and she can't even bring herself to keep her composure while on the middle of a meeting

She's silent for a moment as if she can't believe what she's seeing and snaps the second that someone asks her what's wrong

Rarely do people ever get to see Nadia so angry, barking out orders that make very little sense in her panicked state, many are almost convinced that she's preparing them to go to an abrupt war

It takes her a time to calm down as she realises that she won't get anywhere acting irrationally and employs everyone that she can to find you, no matter the price

She knows she needs to but she doesn't sleep until you've been found, taking out her frustrations and fears whenever no one is around because she doesn't want to further concern anyone after her initial outburst though Portia is a great source of comfort throughout the day because she's almost as worried as Nadia herself

She immediately locks you away with her once you've been found, genuinely terrified to let you go for fear that you'll get hurt again and doesn't bother to oversee the criminal's punishment, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they got to her when they get executed

All of your guards get replaced for their folly and you'll struggle to go anywhere alone for quite some time

Julian

Julian genuinely feels sick

He's seen things like severed fingers before, he really shouldn't be so disgusted by the sight of the blood soaked appendage

Despite this, the ring has him paling so quickly that he becomes light headed, stomach flipping and he really does feel like he's lost every one of his senses

His vision is going dotty and he can barely stand, not bothering to keep down the contents of his stomach

He can barely think, mind in a panic as he rushes off to whoever he can come up with, ending up at Asra's shop and praying with everything he can that he isn't out like he usually is

He isn't a detective nor does he use magic. He knows somewhere in his mind that his best shot is to go to someone he knows would be able to find you

All he wants is to see you, to check up on you. It would kill him if he wasn't physically there with you but even if he could just check that you weren't harmed as badly as his mind was making him believe in his panic

He knows from the severed finger that whoever had taken you was cruel, cruel enough to hurt you without reason and hurt you badly

He stumbles over his words so badly that Asra can tell without asking that something is very wrong

When it comes down to it, Julian doesn't want revenge in whoever hurt you. He just wants you safe. He wants whoever it was as far away from you as possible and he will see it through as soon as he finds you

Muriel

The despair Muriel feels is truly like nothing he has ever experienced

He'd put off opening the parcel, knowing that it wasn't from you nor Asra and so didn't trust to open anything as such but when you don't return, and on the day that he receives the parcel at that, he makes some form of link and opens it

He's never been so distraught as he practically fumbles with himself to stand. He's usually composed and stoic but now he really couldn't be as normal even if he wanted to be

Muriel is typically against violence and this still holds true but he doesn't think he's ever felt so much rage as he had after the initial shock and despair had lessened enough for his overwhelming anger to take to the forefront of his mind

He has to take a moment to compose himself despite his panic, Inanna responding to his mood and already itching to go out and find you because you mean just as much to her as you do to Muriel and she too is all too willing to tear apart whoever had hurt you

He only just about manages to remember to ask Asra for support, his dislike for going into the city long forgotten in his concern and urgency, as a just in case before Inanna is off to find you

The perpetrators have no chance on e she finds them and she finds them quickly. Muriel is right behind her as she seeks you out and neither one of them is ready to talk or compromise

Muriel initially intends to take you and then leave but, seeing the state that you were in, he couldn't

It's brutal and he wishes that you wouldn't have to see it but for once he doesn't regret such an act. He doesn't think he could if he wanted to

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💕

[theminecraftbee]

actually that boatem characterization post made me think about my slightly specific headcanons about. each member of boatem and their emotional and social intelligence. hold on because they’re more complicated than I put in the short notes I put on that one, so here, take these, as a bonus, in approximate order from most to least (it’s more complicated than that but you know):

SCAR: so, as I said, he’s high on the emotional intelligence scale, and even higher on the social intelligence one. he’s a pure charisma caster; he convinces the universe itself to do what he wants because he’s just THAT GOOD at picking up the rules of social interactions and exploiting them to his own ends. in addition, he’s very good at picking up the emotions of other people around him, and manipulating those moods. as mentioned, he’s really good at undercutting tension with a bit or by playing the fool. he’s also. hm. how do I put this. when I write him he’s extremely aware of his own emotional state; when he deflects (which he does a LOT), it’s an intentional choice on his part. he knows how he’s feeling, he just… prefers other people don’t. unless they’re more typical scar emotions. he has a role to play, you know?

IMPULSE: in contrast to scar, who is practiced at being good at emotions, impulse just sort of has an innate emotional skill? he just has a good sense for people, but not in the active sense that scar does, in a more passive way. he’s also very good at just rolling with things. he’s a friend who knows when you need a good hug, but he probably can’t name why he knows that.he can handle an awkward conversation in a decently genuine, steady way. he’s just… steady. steady and good at cutting things down to the simple. he knows who he is, is confident in that, and is confident in being there for other people, too.

PEARL: pearl is aware of how she feels? she’s not TERRIBLE at other people. she’s good at playing background right up until she’s very much not, but that’s not quite the same thing as social chameleon-ing the way scar or impulse to a lesser extent can. she tends to… roll with what she feels like doing and not really change course based on other people? for good or ill. it’s not really stubbornness, mind you, though she CAN be stubborn; she’s willing to change course for others! it’s more that she doesn’t really… hm. hard to describe. she’s very satisfied with herself and that’s enough for her, I think. has a tendency to react with bemusement by default when she doesn’t know what other emotional response to have, laughs off a lot of things that maybe she shouldn’t, but also semi-aware she does this. she’s also meaner than she comes across because she does it laughingly.

GRIAN: grian is a funny one because he is aware of and perfectly CAPABLE of playing the social game, so he strikes me as someone who probably thinks he’s emotionally intelligent? the thing is that he wouldn’t know what his own genuine emotions were if they threw a brick at him. unlike scar or sometimes pearl, he less intentionally deflects as much is a naturally sarcastic person who doesn’t think much about how he or others are feeling until he like, has to. he’s the kind of guy who, if he started crying, would get angry and kind of confused about it. like, he’s a chaotic whirlwind of a person who doesn’t think much about what’s going on outside of his usual storm, and when he DOES finally hit a wall that won’t get past, he flounders. to be clear I do think he’s really good at the social game though he’s just. also a chaotic whirlwind, as mentioned, and more brute forces the emotional interactions than really finesses them?

MUMBO: mumbo is, uh, aware he has emotions? he has a lot of those, and is very genuine with them! please don’t ask him what they are, though. or exactly why he’s feeling them. REALLY don’t ask him about anyone else, he’s trying to figure that out still too? his saving grace is that he’s like, really genuine about what he’s feeling, whatever it is, as mentioned he’s not entirely sure but he’s sure not hiding it. mumbo’s emotionally honest. social cues and knowing WHY he’s feeling everything all the time, well, that’s a work in progress. he’s trying though! he is most definitely trying, even if he lands at wildly wrong answers sometimes. the kind of person to sort of awkwardly pat someone on the back and then really earnestly recommend something that shouldn’t help at all but DOES accidentally make you laugh because what?

this is just. personal reads/suggestions, mind you. you may disagree with some of these! my opinion is not the end-all be-all! i was just thinking about them after that characterization post from earlier. (also I know it’s obvious but: the characters they portray, picked up from hermitcraft and a bit of last life/third life. this would be STUPIDLY personal and rude if I was talking about the ccs, so I want to make that clear.)

[mercurytrinemoon]

Another post on Moon signs you can drag me for

Before we get into the actual thing, I'd like to say this post initially started as something else but ultimately, what I tried to put across is, sometimes Moon signs aren’t that easy to decipher. It’s easy to grasp overall characteristics of the signs and then learn how to identify their specific traits. But what people seem to forget it that Moon represents the deepest side of us & our inner world - it’s uncommon to really see someone’s side of it unless you really pay attention. Sometimes I’m surprised to see what someone’s Moon sign is even if I know this person well. Meaning, people usually hide that part of them - or they just simply process it internally and others can’t see their emotional reactions. It’s also uncommon for folks these days to fully express their emotional needs so it gets even trickier to pin-point their Moon characteristics. I don't think I have to mention this but, of course, your entire chart should be taken into account, as well as house placement, aspects. Personally, I like to also look at Moon's dispositor.

Let’s start from my friends, Gemini Moons, who, I feel, get a bad rep for not showing their feelings and scanning every emotion like an AI. Nah-ah. I know this one Gemini Moon whose immediate emotional reactions aren’t very cerebral in the sense of processing everything in the mind and intellectualizing it aka, what people like to label as being un-emotional. Instead her reactions are often fast (air energy) but physically expressed through Mercury (Gemini Moon’s dispositor) and Sun (overall identity) – she has them both in Aries. She’s a crybaby who can burst into tears in a matter of seconds. So she’s not something that would stereotypically be assigned to a Gemini Moon. But what I did notice is that all Gemini Moons tend to have this weird look on their face when they’re processing stuff. As if they were about to have a brain malfunction; they stop and have that specific worried look. They also like to either gossip or tell stories (either real or made up lol); they’re great with words - they can talk for hours if they feel comfortable with you. They just crave interaction and mental stimulation. Their quick reactions tend to make them effortlessly witty. Even if they’re a withdrawn Gemini type, they make up for it through social media and technology or just a quiet exploration. My shy Cancer pal with Moon in Gemini is now a brand/website designer and an instagram queen who travels the world. This is great energy for content creators in general. And don’t forget that Geminis need to have their fingers in many pies. It’s because they always have a backup plan… and they get bored easily so they need that chaos around them to feel at home. They like to have options in everything, which is kind of funny cause it’s hard for them to make up their minds and actually choose something. And they store a lot of information in their brains… I feel like it must be exhausting, no? 

On the other side of the axis, whenever I see someone with a Sagittarius Moon, I can immediately say “yup, a Sag Moon indeed” (probably thanks to my Sag stellium), meaning, they all seem the same to me. Sag Moons often find comfort in exploration - best if it’s literal travel. They always seem to need to free themselves from their surroundings, family, roots or their own culture to discover something new and exciting, even if it’s only in the imaginary words - through books, movies and other medias. Their happiness always lies somewhere else from where they currently are. Like, I think all Sagittarius Moons that I know have left their parents and went their own paths early on. And they have this yolo attitude. Just like Sagittarius Suns, they’re massive dorks, probably also obnoxious… sometimes in a REALLY annoying way. They’re either a) very wise and curious b) lil preachy and stuck up c) just plain dumb clowns with no filter. But they’re all funny. And they take things lightly, with a natural ease. This means sometimes they may offend other people just because they assume everyone’s as chill as they are; „relax! I was just kidding!” - that’s a phrase you’ll hear from them often… I mean, unless you’re a jokester yourself and you’re unmoved by their sarcastic or teasing words. They have somewhat spiritual or philosophical nature so besides making you laugh, be prepared for deep monologues. They want to believe everything will eventually fall into place. It’s also hard to bring them down - or I should say, it’s hard to make them acknowledge that they're feeling down - they always try to distract or cover it up with a joke, usually a self-depricating one. If Sagittarius Moon (or Sagittarius in general tbh) is telling you that they’re unhappy, then it’s serious.

I’ve noticed there comes a point in life for a Libra Moon where they just have enough. They’re too nice for everyone and one day they wake up and yell about how they have to do everything for everyone and everyone wants something from them and bLah bLah. Makes me think of when Bieber was this overly nice kid and then he was like “I’M NOT TAKING PICTURES WITH FANS ANYMOREEEE AAGhJFJFUWIUq”. Yup, a Libra Moon, everyone. They know how to charm and appeal to people, I think overall they’re easily liked by others. Sometimes it’s simply because they like to kiss people’s ass just to avoid being rejected. That’d be a Libra Moon’s nightmare. They like other people’s company too much. And they thrive in relationships and in a big circle of friends. What they hate is confrontations (like every other Libra placement omg). They may be good mediators when it comes to other people but if they’re involved in an argument they get sooooo passive aggressive. They just don’t know how to handle conflicts - it’s as if their nervous system wasn’t designed for emotional outbursts (because, you know, everything needs to be peaceful and harmonious Venus-style). A fussy or angry Libra Moon will suddenly get loud as they blame someone for something… and then they’ll leave the room cause they’re scared to even hear the other side of the argument. Or, alternatively, they’ll make a doormat out of themselves just to stay quiet and avoid causing any rift. And making decisions? I think it’s common for them to have two different romantic interests and feeling so dramatically torned between them *Alexa play Agony from Into the Woods*. Then when they decide, they have problems breaking the bad news to one of them.

On the other end we have Aries Moons. *deep breath* Listen, I think I’ve said enough about having Moon in Aries (or rather purely dissing it) but last time it made a bit of controversy so why not wreak even more havoc. I have a good description for this one: I will punch you but be gentle with me cause it’s easy to break my fragile heart. So basically, imagine putting Buttercup and Bubbles into one person. And honestly, I need to say this, women with this placement are just hot badasses, look at friggin Angelina Jolie. The queen of badass. The queen of hot. People say because Aries folks move quickly (literally and figuratively lol), they often get bored with whatever got them excited last week... or yesterday. Ha, yeah, right. You get their heart to open up and they’re going to have their eyes for you ONLY, like a lil puppy. Give us treats and we’ll build our world around you. But NOT in a clingy way by any means, we need our space and independence after all. My lil niece is an Aries Moon and ever since I started playing guitar with her, she became my #1 fan or something. That’s the energy. But we get easily bored with day-to-day stuff so yeah, there’s that. Innocent and clumsy yet raw in their emotions - so there’s potential to make mistakes sometimes (or a lot of times) or having this tunnel vision, like „I want this and I don’t care about anything else!”. And then excusing it with some „but the heart wants what it wants” crap (looking @ ya, Selena Gomez). They experience constant inner movement and turbulence that needs a physical outlet in order to feel satisfied. WE NEED PASSION IN OUR LIVES, OKAY?!?!?? now leave me alone

Aquarius Moons aren’t as cold as you might think. People like to describe them as if their Moons actually disappeared from their charts: dEtaCheD, uNeMotiOnaL, tHey fEeL nOtHinG. It’s just they don’t sit and dwell on things, they find solutions to the problems. If something doesn’t make them feel right, they just leave that situation. They do care about other people’s well-being, they’re very sensitive in that regard, they’re humanitarians after all. Yeah, they detach, but from their own emotions - in order to make sense of them. They may seem like snow queens sometimes (and this comes from an Aqua rising) but they’re really friendly and if you pique Aqua Moon’s interest, they’re going to be curious about you. They like new exciting things so if you’re cool enough, you have their attention. Usually they’re pretty progressive as well and can’t stand injustice. That’s why you’ll see them standing up for those who are in need. Uranian energy gives them a specific type of sharp intuition and wit. Idk they’re just cute in a quirky way. But this buzzing, fast energy is a great recipe for anxiety, over-thinking and frequent changes of heart. Similarly to Sadges, they need constant exploration and stimuli. Intelligent, people-oriented (but not people-pleasing! Look to Libras for that), individualistic. They definitely need their own space and independence. Their decision-making is fast and it’s easy for them to just say „screw it, I’m doing this”. My Aquarius Moon friend just casually decided that she’s moving to Turkey cause nothing in our city (or even country) seems interesting or helping her expand… So she was like, see ya suckers, I’m leaving.

Leo Moons shine from within. You’ll spot them from a mile away even if they’re on the shyer side. They’re all lil stars no matter their profession. Very expressive people & easily excitable. Art galleries, live shows, theater - they love a creative environment even if they don’t pursue that lifestyle themselves... One of my Leo Moon friends is an art junkie – suggest taking her to an obscure play at the local bar, a music festival, a weird museum – she’ll say yes in the blink of an eye. And she loves discussing these things. A Leo Moon may not see themselves as artistically inclined, but usually sooner or later they at least try dipping their toes in music, arts, acting, dancing... you name it. They’ll learn a simple 3-chord song on a ukulele and then play it to you in excitement. Imagine a lil kid making you a puff piece and being super proud of it. Sometimes they just need some encouragement. Remember, Leos feed off of praise, that’s their fuel. Doesn’t mean they’re all proud, egotistical people but what it does mean is that they need a lil assurance to gain their self-confidence. I lived with a Leo Sun/Moon for almost 15 years (who’s a musician btw so yeah, a classic creative Leo type) - he did have some issues lol but ego wasn’t one of them. Drama followed him everywhere but I’m pretty sure he disliked it himself. BUT, with that being said, I feel like Leo Moons tend to dramatize themselves internally. People say it’s something Virgos or Geminis would do - because of their tendency to overthink, but Leos can just go straight to a worst-case scenario in their heads simply because they exaggerate everything. So don’t be surprised to see a Leo Moon feeling down and anxious. On the bright side, be their cheerleader and they’ll give that to you in return. They need sparks and dullness kills their upbeat spirit. They need to feel their own heartbeat so the feeling of excitement is crucial for their well-being. Romantic, giving and kind. They’re fixed fire so once they’re set on something or someone, they give their all and are rather loyal.

I feel like my chart low-key tells me I should dislike Taurus Moons but I just want to melt in their arms and just stay there? Like, forever? Low maintenance but a bit slow-moving and stubborn. They won’t settle easily, at least not officially, so you need to have a lot of patience with them. They need 3 things to feel secure and at peace: physical stimuli, time and a stable place they know they can always come back to. And it’s not like all of them are total lazy homebodies, they may be active spirits & travellers but they are going to have a reallyyyyy nice cosy flat somewhere near their childhood place (gotta be be close to their moms, you know). Not necessary materialistic but they may have one thing that they collect throughout their entire life and they won’t. ever. get. rid. of. it. There needs to be at least one constant in their life - like you know when Elton John decided to go to therapy but one thing he stuck to was shopaholism? Very Taurus Moon of him. Also, they’re very affectionate. In fact, may have issues differentiating between affection and passion - this is actually something Taurus Moon and Aries Moon have in common. Pro tip - and this is in regard to all Taurus placements - don’t smell bad when you’re around them (I mean, don't smell bad in general, no one likes stinky people lol). They have a sensitive smell. Doesn’t help that they like to smell everything. EVERYTHING. I swear, Taurus, stop sticking your nose in every single thing!!! You don't need to know how that piece of utensil smells like. Jeez.

Scorpio Moon (shoutout to those who remember me accidentally calling them sporpio last time I made a post on Moons lol). I honestly don’t know what to tell you... I feel like all you hear about Scorpio Moon is 100% true, there’s nothing to debunk here. It’s the Moon of extremes. Prone to jealousy and surpressing emotions; severe trust issues; they’re instigators. I was low-key bullied by a few Scorpio Moons when I was in school so there’s that. Very secretive and private. Scorpio Moon will be like “I’m in control of the situation!!!!” and you’ll just look at them and think, yeah, right, looks like the situation is controlling you. But keep being in denial, sure. Like, don’t get me wrong, Scorpios in general can be TOTAL SWEETHEARTS OMG but ya’ll have issues. Even celebrities who have this placements... Think Beyonce or Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus... I feel like they have issues lol, especially with control and the need for everything to be perfectly the way they want it to be. To be fair, that’s probably why they’re all so influential and high status: it’s either their way or highway. They need constant reinvention; they’re the ones to wake up one day and decide they’re going through a spiritual awakening blah blah. They also like to talk about dark and shocking topics while having casual lunch with you... So like, be warned that you may end up with a depressed mood after talking to them for 10 minutes. And their mood swings... don’t even get me started on that.

I don't know where to start with Virgo Moons... I feel like they're very calculated and nit-picky but they're a lot warmer than Virgo Suns. I think I called them softies in my last Moon post. Very sweet people but prone to anxiety. You gotta experience seeing them having a heart attack over someone mixing bananas with milk or messing with their stuff that’s been put in a perfect arrangement. I saw a Virgo Moon once literally squealing shouting "YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LAPTOP WITH THAT SUPERGLUE!!!" Highly entertaining to watch, not gonna lie. Gordon Ramsay has his Moon in Virgo - it’s conjunct Uranus and Pluto so that’s an extreme but I think him being fed up with people over small inconsistencies in their food prep is a perfect example of this energy (btw his chart is hilarious, it literally explains EVERYTHING). They're VERY picky with their food as well, just as Virgo Suns tend to be. Like, they’ll only have a specific type of single origin coffee or they’ll be vegan or something. Self-critical over their work, which is a plus... except for when finishing a simple task takes them a few hours because they want to make it perfect. They take everything seriously. This of course doesn't mean they're total bores - on the contrary, Mercurial energy gives them witty approach and a talent for choosing the right words at the right time. Tho they can be a bit awkward or shy with it. Can be as bubbly as Gemini but the grounded earthy energy gives them more practical and almost nurturing nature - earth signs are providers after all and Virgo is the sign of service - helping others is like their second nature. I’ve noticed they often find comfort in devoting themselves to a choosen task - this is why if they pursue something, they’re really good at it. They’re also very likely to dissect their emotions.

I’m not a fan of water Moons in general but Pisces Moon is the best water Moon in my opinion. Maybe because I like Pisces overall. I think it’s like a tweaked Sagittarius Moon - just more internalized, withdrawn & gloomy. But unlike Sag, who has a tendency to be an adventurous optimist, Pisces likes to focus on the negatives instead. Obviously, they can be very upbeat, they’re Jupiter-ruled after all, but there’s somehing whiny about them lol. Just like Sadges, they dream big and have their standards put up sooo high but if there's not much active energy in their charts, they’re often too passive to actually fullfill any of that - or I should say, they’re stuck daydreaming about it, believing it’ll just magically manifest for them... OR they do everything with an apathetic approach. What I do like about them is that they’re funny. And really chill - sometimes to the point of coming off as confused or hazy. I feel like a lot of them would just love to sleep all day... or sit by the lake and just think about the world. Most of them are also compassionate folks - again, maybe a bit too much. Hey Pisces, you don’t have to take everything to heart, it’s okay. On the bright side, they have big imagination and the ability to disconnect and just create. I have a few Pisces Moons in the family: one’s that sleepy artistic type with grand visions, one is an asshole-ish but funny entrepreneur with a questionable work ethic and one is a witty IT guy who’s actually a workaholic and likes to shut in his own world of computers and numbers or whatever he does there... So there’s this factor of tunnel vision, escapism and, on the more negative side, being kinda iffy and almost addicted to the way they want things to be. Once they set their eyes on something it’s done deal…

My issue with Capricorn Moons is that they're often trying to be sooooo mature omg, like, loosen up a bit. It usually starts when they're in their later teens... They can be the most rebellious kid that likes to have fun and suddenly they'll be like "I'm too old for this ugh grow up" *judgmental stare*. My 18-year old niece once literally roasted my sister that she's in her 30s and still doesn't have her own place (well so do I so I guess she also indirectly roasted me as well???). And she was SO deadpan with it. Because she herself wants to be independent and start a family before turning 25. This is classic Capricorn Moon energy. They suck out joy out of everything lol. Of course, OF COURSE, it depends on the whole chart but I feel like worst-case scenario is that at one point in their life (or maybe even a few times throughout it) they go through a massive shake-up that makes them change their attitude and re-evaluate their structures. There's this multi-instrumentalist Yvette Young - she's a sweet, funny Cancer/Leo mix but her Moon is in Capricorn. She used to be a competitive pianist but the pressure that was put on her has led her to severe health issues. Like yes, she’s now an extremely talented musician - thanks to family’s expectations & a rigid schooling system (Saturn) but it did cost her a lot. She has recovered since then but I think it's a perfect example of this energy. It’s very ambitious and hardworking but emotionally demanding in the sense that you have to actually put your emotions aside in order to deal with the rest. Another thing, because Moon can be associated with family, there's often a weird dynamic surrounding this topic. I don't think I've met a Capricorn Moon that had a completely healthy and happy relationship with their fam or one of the family members. Or, alternatively, there can be a strong bond between one of them but usually created in the atmosphere of hardships.

Last but not least, Cancer Moons. I had three school friends with this placement and all of them made this sad, whiny face as they said „oh I don’t knoooow anymoreee”  when they were feeling torned or frustrated. To be fair, two of them are water Suns so for them, it added to the mushyness. All Cancer Moons I know are family people or better yet, baby people. One of those school friends is now a guidance counsellor, working with kids; the other turned her instagram into a gallery of her own child after she gave birth. So much kid content, omg. There’s also something very indecisive about them… or I should say, hesitant. They’re not very fast at making decisions. Also, what’s interesting, they’re kind of like walking libraries, they remember a lot – so they store a lot of information in their brains just like air signs but they process it in a completely different way – emotional, obviously. I think this also makes them hold grudges a lot. For them it’s more of a question of „how does it make me feel?” rather than „how valid is it?”. There’s certain stubborness in them in that regard because they don’t keep their minds open. It’s also hard for them to walk away from people and situations, like a crab pinching you with its claws – it won’t let go. Sensitive but not easy to open up; very protective of themselves and their loved ones & they tend to shut down in their crab shells. But they may crave connection and the feeling of belonging. Also very caring and with a big imagination. They’re very receptive of their environment so mood swings are a thing for them.