#THIS POOR KID HOLY CRAP WHAT DID I DO TO HIM-

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~~NY’s Time As A POW During The Revolution~~

(Heavy TW: abuse, beating as form of torture, fire, inaccurately described stuff that happened during the Revolutionary War, implied SA, and some other stuff)

(someone give this man a hug please-)

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(September 20, 1776)

Massachusetts sprinted through his brother’s burning city, desperately looking for New York. The fire had started a couple hours ago, and he hasn’t seen NY in three days, so to say he was worried would be quite the understatement. He had slipped away from the group of soldiers that he was apart of just so he could go look for his little brother. NY could be anywhere! But sadly that "anywhere" wasn’t in Mass’s sight. Until….

"New York??!!" Up ahead of him, he could see the body of his little brother laying limply in the rubble of a building that had stopped burning for the most part. Mass couldn’t see York properly due to the distance between them and the smoke, but he knew that it was his little brother, and he could see the left sleeve and shoulder of York’s jacket completely destroyed, York’s bloody burn wound peeking out. York is hurt. New York is hurt. Sh*t. Mass started to run to NY, calling his brother’s name when all of a sudden, a hand covered his mouth and an arm pulled him back.

Massachusetts fought against the hand, attempting to shake off whoever was behind him, until he heard the calmingly stern voice of Pennsylvania.

"Shh shhh." Penn said, resting his head on Mass’s shoulder. He had pulled his boyfriend into a bush and turned his head towards the reason why he had pulled him back.

Mass’s eyes widened slightly when a few British soldiers walked past the bush they were both hiding in, though he nearly risked it all by trying to jump out of the bush when he saw a group of soldiers approaching New York’s unconscious and injured body. He felt PA drag him further into the forest, away from the city, and he felt a tinge of failure when he realized that there would be no trying to save the fifteen year old colony (just simply ignore how the age stuff in my au works okay-)….

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New York had very little idea what was happening right now, all he knew was that his city (and previously his arm) was on fire, and he couldn’t breathe, move, or barely see. All he felt was pain in his left arm and shoulder. He stared up at the rainy sky above him, and the sky stared back. He silently hoped that the rain would at least assist with putting out the fires, just to relieve him of a bit of his pain. He had zoned out a while ago, but was brought back to reality when he felt harsh hands grab him by the shoulders and pull him to his feet.

NY let out a cry of pain and fell back down, only to be kicked and harshly pulled to his feet again. And it was at this moment that everything blacked out, and the last thing he heard were the taunting words and snickers of the British soldiers.

After about thirty minutes of being dragged, he slowly started waking back up, though it would only last a bit. He felt himself get thrown harshly to the ground onto his knees, which he winced at. York looked up to see the piercing glare and cruel smile of the man that he called "Father", and that was the last thing he saw before blacking out again due to a harsh slap delivered to him by England.

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(At the prison [or room he was kept in] )

After what had to be forever, he felt himself come back to the world. NY painfully sat up and looked around, taking in his new surroundings. He appeared to be in a room with stone walls on all sides, there was a single window at the top of one wall, and a few torches on each wall. In the corner of the room was a thin mattress with an old worn blanket on top of it. He sighed, wincing when he head spun at the action. God his head hurt….

The soon-to-be-Empire State visibly flinched when a sadistic, echoey, chuckle sudden broke the silence. He turned around and he will forever deny to this day the small squeaky gasp that escaped his lips when he saw England towering over him with a sadistic grin that sent shivers down the smaller’s spine. He backed away until he hit a wall. Fvck there’s no escape….

England chuckles again, "You are absolutely pathetic, New York. Genuinely pitiful."

New York could feel a panic attack building up slowly and he could feel his breathing quicken, "W-what do you want…..?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear, which the older seemed to find amusing.

"Is that fear I hear? How pathetic." Another chuckle. England pulled out a small chain and a smallish whip and approached the teenage colony, which sent fear throughout all of NY’s body. He knew all too well what England would do with those….

"Now, New York…."

York avoided eye contact, which earned him a lash of the whip across his cheek, and he whimpered slightly. He looked up at his father as he felt blood trickle down his face.

"Look at me when I speak to you!! Did your mother ever teach you manners??" England asked, though he already knew the answer.

York’s face sunk slightly as he looked at his father "I-I never knew my mother…."

"Awww, how sad~ Well that’s too bad." Said the older with faux sadness. "But that’s not the point right now. I need you, New York, to tell me all of the information about the colony’s side of this…. War. *chuckle* Probably shouldn’t call it that. We’ll just wipe them all out, along with their little friends. There’s really no use in trying to guard the information, they’re all gonna die anyways. Not even God can save you and your pathetic little friends and siblings now. Though, if you do decide to resist, I will not hesitate to take things to more…. Drastic. Measures…."

NY thought about what England had just said. He knew what "drastic measures" implied, but he knew that he could maybe endure that since he had been taking England’s beatings pretty much all his life. But then there was the thought of the fact that England and his armies COULD most definitely do significant damage to the other colonies. He was TERRIFIED for his older brothers and friends. He didn’t want them to get hurt…. Another thing thing that he also knew, was that he had ZERO information on the colony’s side of the war, as he wasn’t present for or invited to those meetings and discussions.

"Well? Are you going to hand over the information? We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice little one~" England said.

New York put on a bit of a brave face and made eye contact with his father, honey brown eyes staring into dark oak colored ones. "I don’t h-h-have the information you are l-l-looking for. I know nothing of w-w-what the other’s are planning or doing." Man, he hated the way his voice shook and the way he stuttered.

England raised an eyebrow in mild amusement before he flashed a cruel smile. "Fine. Hard way it is then." He slowly stalked towards the smaller before picking him up by the collar with ease and throwing him across the room.

NY whimpered as his body hit the ground, and he didn’t even have time to even begin to recover before he felt a harsh kick to his stomach. He cried out in pain and coughed up some blood on the ground. He felt yet another kick, this time to the ribs and he heard a loud, disgusting cracking sound as pain instantly shot through out his entire body and he yelped loudly and clutched his side. York felt England grab him by the neck and slam him against the wall, pinning him there.

"Well? Are you going to tell me what you know or do I have to continue? Either way is fine with me." England said, keeping a harsh grip on York’s neck.

NY felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was quickly running out of oxygen, he kept a tight grip on his father’s wrists. "P-papa please…. I don’t have any information…." His grip slowly became weaker and weaker as darkness filled the corners of his vision. Not even a few seconds later, he went completely slack and released England’s wrists as he let the sweet release of unconsciousness take him.

England dropped the smaller, and turned around with a scoff as he walked out of the room. "Useless."

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(Fast forward 2 years, it is now 1778)

NY had now been here for two goddamn years, and he could already feel himself going crazy. Everything hurt, he had a headache that seemed to never end, and he hadn’t slept properly in God knows how long…. He laid on the little mattress that had been put there the day the British troops invaded his NYC, and he stared at the ceiling until he was disturbed by the sound of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room. Those weren’t the usual footsteps of his father….

York sat up and instantly made eye contact with one of England’s guards that had just entered the room, and something about the look in the guard’s eyes scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t describe it, it seemed to be a rather lustful look, mixed with nothing but the essence of evil.

"W-what do you want…..?" York quietly asked the guard. He didn’t expect for the guard to rush over there and pin him to the wall, putting his harsh hands on York’s hips. The guard whispered in York’s ear:

"You~" The guard roughly pressed his lips against York’s, the younger not even having a chance to react.

York had never felt so weak and helpless in his entire life, and he hated it….

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(Fast forward another two years, it is now 1780)

Okay. NY felt as though he was going completely insane. His whole body hurt, from head to toe. At this point, he was just waiting for the sweet release of death to come and take him already. He didn’t care anymore. He felt….. weird. For lack of a better word. He got beat nearly every day, though sometimes he was spared, so his days consisted of nothing but pain, with the "occasional" zoning out. He loved those times. When he could feel nothing. When he was lost in his own little world. Nothing could bother him. Even though they would eventually be broken, he loved those little times.

York was laying silently in his bed when he suddenly heard a small meow above him. He looked up and saw a cat standing on the window sill, staring back down at him with a tilted head. The cat was a soft grey color, with white paws and spots, and it had vibrant green eyes that stared into York’s honey brown ones.

‘How the hell did a cat get in here?’ He thought to himself. The cat jumped down from the window sill and crawled onto the mattress next to him, and rubbed its face against his ears and neck. NY giggled a bit at the feeling, and he reached out to gently run his hand through the cat’s fur. The cat purred and snuggled up to NY, providing some decent amount of warmth on this cold winter night….

The cat’s purring eventually lulled NY to sleep, something he so desperately needed….

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(Fast forward 3 more years, it is now 1783)

NY had officially been in this godforsaken room for seven years. His messy brown hair had grown down a little past his shoulders, tho it wasn’t knotted because he thoroughly brushed through it with his fingers whenever he could. His body ached so much, and was COVERED in scars, cuts, slashes, bruises, ect…. His eyes no longer held that spark that could bring joy to any room, his voice wasn’t even as loud anymore, it was quiet and slightly raspy due to a lack of use.

As the now 22 year old colony lay on his bed, he was suddenly startled by the door swinging open so hard that it cracked the wall behind it. York quickly but painfully sat up, ignoring how many times his back popped (he didn’t know how many times it had, but it was definitely not healthy for a 22 year old). He didn’t even have time to make eye contact with his father before he was grabbed by the neck and SLAMMED against the wall. He saw that England was holding a knife in his hand.

"I’m getting SICK of this NY, we CANNOT lose this war!! Now would be the best time to tell me whatever you know about the colonies!!!" England shouted, digging his nails into the skin of York’s neck.

"I-I’ve told you multiple times, over the course of 7 fvcking years, that I know NOTHING of what they have planned. Even if I did, how the hell would I remember anything??" NY said semi-quietly, with a bit of a growl to his voice.

England released the younger by slamming him to the ground. The country paced around angrily before stopping and smiling darkly. "Well, then you no longer prove any use to me." he said before jumping at York and sinking the knife deep into York’s stomach, probably hard enough that the tip of the knife would be sticking out on the other side.

NY cried out in pain and shoved his father away from him, clutching his stomach. He barely had time to recover before England’s knife came down across his face. He could feel blood running down his face and blood bubbling up in his throat and slowly trickling out of his mouth and nose. York heard the clink of the knife being dropped, and then he felt a harsh kick to the side, making him whimper and fall to the ground. He felt a few more harsh kicks, every single one hurt like a b!tch and sent him backwards. Then everything went dark.

Well, not necessarily. He was fading in and out of consciousness, and he had curled up in a corner as his father mercilessly beat him. He whimpered with every hit and felt hot tears rolling down his face, taking blood with them.

All of a sudden, the door was kicked open and DEFINITELY cracked the wall, then there was fighting and yelling. He felt nothing but fear and pain in this moment. He then felt rough but gentle hands grab him and pull him close. He heard a familiar voice speaking to him, one with a mild German accent. He cried out and cringed away from the touch, as if the touch was meant to hurt him. York felt something get draped over his shoulders, something that smelled a lot like his older brother, which was kinda comforting in this situation. He looked up to see an older Pennsylvania staring at him with concern on his face, something that PA never had.

PA seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and the last thing NY heard before passing out was "What did they do to ya…SH*T-".

Pennsylvania picked NY up and wrapped Massachusetts’ jacket around the slightly taller soon-to-be-state. He turned to Congress (past Gov), who had England’s dead body in his hands, a knife in the country’s heart, and a sadistic grin on his face. Okay. That wasn’t mildly terrifying. But that’s not the point.

"Congress! C’mon! I know shanking the enemy in the heart is fun, but we have to get New York to Massachusetts and his other brothers. Let’s go!!" PA shouted, making Congress drop the body follow him.

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(Back at the place where the colonies would meet up)

PA kicked open the door, gaining the attention of everyone present.

"I-is that…?" Connecticut said, jumping to his feet and running to where PA stood. He gazed over the unconscious body of his youngest brother, and tears welled up in his eyes as he gently cupped his brother’s face, running his hand over the cut on his cheek.

PA’s heart broke at the look in CT’s eyes. He personally didn’t have a little brother, but knew how hard it must be for your brother to disappear for 7 years, and then be physically carried back in the worst condition a living person could be in. "Yeah, where’s Mass and Jersey??"

"Mass is in the other room panicking because you wouldn’t let him go with you, so he was worried about you, Congress, and Yorkie. And Jersey is trying to calm him down." Answered the smaller, now brushing a gentle hand through York’s long hair. "What the f*ck did they do to im’…."

PA sighed. "I should probably go take this kid- well he’s not really a kid anymore is he..?" Yeah PA couldn’t really call NY a kid anymore. NY was 15 last time he saw him, and it’s been seven years so…. NY was 22 years old now!! ‘Damn I’m old 🥲’. "I should probably take im’ to Mass and Jersey. And calm down my bf."

"Yea ya should."

PA walked into the room where CT said that NJ and Mass were in, and he saw a rather distressed Massachusetts being held in his twin brother’s arms. "Guys I’m back, and I have NY."

Massachusetts looked up and couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he saw his boyfriend standing there. He got up along with NJ and walked over to where PA stood. He pecked PA on the lips, hugging him. Mass then looked down and his eyes instantly filled with tears when he saw New York’s condition.

NY was practically COVERED in cuts, whip slashes, bruises, and dirt. And oh god that stab wound in his stomach…. He had told PA to take his outer coat with him, to keep NY warm if he was even alive (part of Mass thought that NY was 100% dead). His jacket was draped over NY’s shoulders and wrapped around him, though PA had removed his own outer coat and wrapped it around the wound to slow the bleeding.

NJ had anger practically radiating off of him, and it increased the more he looked at NY. "What the F*CK did they do to him? What the F*CK did they do to my little brother??" He ask-yelled, his voice cracking at the end.

Massachusetts gently took his little brother out of his boyfriend’s arms. NY felt so….. light. York had always been on the thinner/lankier lighter side, but picking him up right now was a new level of easy. He felt NY stir a bit in his arms as he brought him over to one of the beds.

"M-Mass…?…..hurts….." York asked, his voice quiet and broken and shaky.

Mass sighed in relief when he heard York’s voice, though he noticed that York’s voice was a little deeper than the last time he heard him. "Yorkie…. It’s okay, you’re safe now." He hugged his brother as tight as he could without hurting him further, and York hugged back, the warm embrace of his older brother was very calming.

They were going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright…..

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(Can you tell I got lazy at the end here-)

Anyways hope this doesn’t flop cuz I put my blood sweat and tears into this sh*t 😤😤😤

And I think you two fellow NY simps will possibly enjoy this: @stawpny @aceontheline

@jazzyfrog BABE DARLING MI AMOR SWEETHEART I DID IT :’D

[yumerinns]

thought of the day!!! (took me a week to write)

i feel like yoichi isagi would want someone who can match his 'slursagi' energy.

we all know off the field, he's this nice, sweet and rather introverted individual who is a complete 180° from when he's playing.

then, there's you, who is also a complete sweetheart. you, who with a single compliment can reduce yoichi to a flustered mess, his mind blaring your sweet voice and words for the entire day. you, who adjusts the blanket to cover his body more while he's dozing off rewatching his previous game footage (he's wide awake again). you, who happily gives him the sweetest kisses throughout the day.

at the beginning of your relationship, you had never seen yoichi on the field, nor had you seen his personality. you assumed he was the same warm hearted partner you knew, until one day he sends you some tickets for seats to watch his upcoming football match. you eagerly agreed, as, like said, you'd never seen him play before, and this was his big dream you were supporting.

of course, he would want nothing but the best for his sweet girlfriend, so he booked the seats closest to the field, so you could focus on him the whole time, but he also made sure you wouldn't be disturbed by getting his parents to sit next to you.

the first half is great. yoichi is scoring goals like he lives off it (technically he does), and the crowd is cheering for his team, and so were you. cheering his name quietly as you took a whole lot of photos of him, one with him wiping his sweat like the man he is with his shirt (holy crap!) and the rest of him being himself on the field.

his team wins the half 2-1. the crowd goes absolutely wild, their roaring filling the entire stadium. after the break, however, somewhere in the second half, his teammates start slacking a little: failing to deliver passes that were up to standard, missing to realise simple mistakes that affected the flow of the game, and you could tell yoichi's mood was not good.

and after one of his teammates miss a free shot completely, he loses it.

"oi, are you fucking kidding me? that was the easiest shot in the whole game! even a three year old can play better than your hellhole of a play style!" he shouts.

your eyes instantly widen, your mind blanking out, merely focused on him.

woah.

what.

what!?

and yoichi doesn't stop there. he keeps yelling at the poor guy with five slurs in one sentence and at least every insult in the dictionary. he has to be shaken by his shoulders by another teammate to snap him out of his crash out, but even then the tension doesn't seem to snap.

almost as if he can feel you practically burning holes into the back of his shirt, yoichi whips his head around, and when he notices you were staring, his face flushes the darkest red you've ever seen.

"well that was embarrassing," yoichi mutters, his head buried in his hands as you bring it up.

you're genuinely puzzled why he thinks it's embarrassing because you've never said something more honest than he was so hot like that. like jaw dropping, gut stirring, lip biting, absolutely, diabolically hot.

"i think it was hot." you grin, siting down next to his sweaty body, hooking an arm around his arm and tugging gently on it.

he peeks at you through his bangs that are covering his eyes slightly. "really?"

"of course," you rub circles on his bicep with your thumb, slow and lazily. "i just discovered a new side of you i never knew."

"oh, hey, you should do that more. what did you say? 'midget who missed as many goals as many times as he should he's fucked-"

"okay, that's enough!"

you brush it to the back of your mind, only bringing it up teasingly when he thinks he's got salt on you.

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it's a busy day at your office, and with the fact you were already running late, you had no time to eat anything.

that includes bringing anything to eat.

by 1pm, you feel like you are mere seconds away from starving to death, so you do the most logical thing you know: calling yoichi.

it is his off day, and while he had constantly asked if you were interested in taking a leave to spend this sacred day with him, you had to decline due to the lack of leaves you had left.

you punch in his contact number and place your phone next to your ear. one ring is all it took for him to pick up.

you ask yoichi if he can bring you something to eat for lunch. he hasn't even said anything, but you can immediately hear sheets rustling and the sound of keys clinking against each other. "i'll be there in 5," he says.

you smile (even though he can't see it) and hang up. not even one second after placing down your phone does this young girl who's wearing a short pencil skirt and a navy blue blouse run up to you, invading every single area of privacy possible.

"were you talking to your boyfriend?" she asks, her voice way too excited. she doesn't even give you a chance to speak before her face is in yours again. "he's so hot, like i was watching his match yesterday, and god, did you see how he had this fierce yet cool aura around him?"

you're kinda weirded out.

"you're so lucky to date him. i mean, if you weren't, i gladly would!"

fuck that.

you were completely weirded out.

you simply laugh awkwardly, hoping your body language is enough to send a signal over to that mush brain of hers.

and... apparently not!

she starts asking you for weird favors and says things that seem to be back handed compliments about you and yoichi's relationship. like how she wished she could date him, how fine he was, shit like that.

it's not the most unusual thing for you due to the amount of fangirls he has. but you're seriously hungry, and not in the mood for this girl's nonsense.

you're still sat there, a smile that's not quite real playing on your lips. your hands rest on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers uncomfortably and every second that passes feels like hours.

you try to be patient. you really do try.

but some things, or rather, people, just can't read a social situation sometimes.

"why don't you give him to me for day, huh?"

oh, what.

"why don't you just shut the fuck up?" you retort. your sudden outburst makes the coworker sitting next to you raise an intrigued eyebrow, but it's really to be expected.

"you said 'boyfriend'. my boyfriend. so can you just stop talking about him like i don't even exist?"

she gasps dramatically, trying to play that stupid victim party.

"it's not that big of a deal! or are you just insecure?" she adds on. she knows what she's doing, and it's irritating!

you get up from your seat, eyebrows furrowed and a mocking smile like never before.

"i'm insecure? have you even looked at yourself? oh wait, i bet you can't! don't mirrors break when they see you? with such a pigmented lipstick and uneven eyeshadow, that look is not it. you try to make it seem natural, but the only thing that's natural about you is your ass. unless you wanna get a lift on that too?"

you hear a gasp somewhere behind you, beating it to her. you turn around on instinct, and you see yoichi standing there with a paper bag in hand, pupils blown wide and mouth agape.

you feel your stomach drop into an abyss.

you shoot her one last glare, and immediately run off to yoichi, pulling him somewhere more secluded, like the pantry.

"you did not just see that." you say for the hundredth time, trying to trick his mind into thinking that, but it's obvious it's not working.

"that was just... holy shit-," yoichi laughs in amazement, fueling your already reddening cheeks. "i've never seen that before. i never even thought you could do that." he grabs your hands together, squeezing them tightly.

"i'd willingly let you berate me like that. no joke. coolest thing i've ever seen in my life, and this is a huge thing considering i'm going to marry you and be stuck with you for the rest of my life."

how the fuck is he so good with words? despite being a menace himself...

[apenapaperandadoofus]

I love re reading the “first” Hualian meeting bc HC is probably 1. Fangirling so hard 2. Going over his very meticulous plan of what to do and say when he met XL. Like you know that one part in Spy x Fanily where fluffy head boy goes on a date and asks Loid for help and he makes him ENDLESS pages of what to say and responses? That’s what I’m sure HC (Yin Yu) did for this.

AND HES TRYING SO HARD ADHSHSHA

“Gege I didn’t know you had superpowers!” 😱🤩

He’s trying so hard to be a normal boy 😭

“Gege Im so scared! Pls protect me😖😖”

SIR YOU ARE A GHOST KING HELLO?!

And him saying XL scared the ghost away after he gave them A GLARE (keep in mind he’s very scared for real he’s just a silly little boy)

AND THE LAUGH. He looks smooth outside but inside he’s probably like “omg gege called me San Lang I can die again happy now holy crap he’s so pretty and he called me San Lang we’re going to get married in a beautiful garden and have 8 kids and-”

(No but really it’s so cute how he immediately laughs bc he is SO happy, like SO HAPPY that he’s finally with XL and he called him smth only wives call their husbands aaaa my BABY)

AND HOW HE SAYS HE WILL SLEEP IN THE STREETS 😭😭

“Yes I am just a sad little twink that ran away OH how I WISH a very handsome cultivator pls let me stay with him on this SCARY night im just a defenseless poor twink pls”

AND HE SAYS A CAVE THIS DRAMATIC ASS MAN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHDHDHSB

And the immediate:

HC: hmm where will we sleep?

XL: I have only one bed so if you don’t mind we-

HC: YES

Like I love how we all think he’s this smooth guy 24/7 but no. He’s pathetic. He’s a fan boy. He’s so in love his brain cells all die. He probably tried outfits for an hour and tried his best to come up with what to say before he met XL again. He made sure everything was PERFECT. He’s trying so hard not to scream and fanboy over XL rn. In fact hes trying his best not to get on one knee and propose.

HES SUCH A BABY GIRL I LOVE HIM 😭😭😭😭

[newkatzkafe2023]

💜:What If Pianosaurs was Y/N pet?

@lara-legomonkiekid

Pianosaurs🎵🎶🎶🎵 He plays just for us🎶🎵

(Lmk Wukong) WTF IS THAT THING?!?!? Wukong was completely freaking out and look white as a sheet. Pianosaurus stood over Wukong looking both curious and cautious of the demon monkey, like he's the one that's scared too. You came and calmed the two down then officially introduced one to the other, they were still pretty spooked by with you there it got better. It seems pianosaurs loves to take naps as much as Wukong does, so whenever it gets to quiet you would peak over to see them both sleeping away after a lullaby.

(NR Wukong)...............Holy crap for once he's absolutely speechless, especially with what he is seeing. Wukong came to visit you for your couples date night. However, as soon as he knocked on your door he heard creepy piano noises then the ground started to shake. The Next thing Wukong knew he was tackled on the ground by a giant dinosaur mascot and is that a piano!?!?!?! Wukong definitely thought he was tripping or drunk because he honestly didn't know what the hell he is looking at, but thankfully that's when you showed up. Wukong started shooting questions at you and for once in his life started to question his sanity, but then you tell him that pianosaurus and he's your best friend and pet. You tell him on how you took the poor gaint piano hybrid in and how he's had a tragic past so you took care of him yourself...............So he's basically a foster.........Wukong can live with that😯

(HIB Wukong) Oh.......lord?? He's pale in the face looking over at the creature behind you. That's right, you decided to tell him about pianosaurs. The creature was something he's clearly never seen before, and Wukong thought he was officially losing his mind but nope pianosaurs was very real. You had to sit him down and help him navigate his breathing before telling him pianosaurus's story and how you took care of him ever since. Wukong decided to trust you on this one but watched the dino piano like a hawk, on a brighter note Luier and Silly girl get along with pianosaurus and vice versa.

(MKR Wukong) Ok, the two did not have the best first meeting. It was rough and violent because when you were put under the 5 elements mountain, there was nobody to take care of pianosaurus therefore the poor instrumental Dino hybrid became quite feral. Thank god you were there and pianosaurs recognized your scent and voice before he can go attack the pilgrims. Wukong honestly hated him and his stalkerest and wild nature, and the tendency to take up all your time ment for him but he couldn't tell you to just get rid of him. He's was your first friend and pet and all pianosaurus had was you especially with his traumatic background, and the fact that pianosaurs had proven to be completely helpless without you to take care of him. All Wukong can do is tolerate him for your sake, he just wishes pianosaurus wouldn't stare at him in the middle of night.

(Netflix Wukong) When you introduced Pianosaurus to him Wukong was actually very curious about pianosaurs, and had a million and one questions about him. Wukong would act like a little kid who's asking someone to pet there dog, but due to that behavior pianosaurs learned that touch can be nice and gentle from both of you. You were happy pianosaurs was eventually and quickly trusted Wukong and that the two are friends now, not to mention he has someone to go on the wild side with.

(BMW Wukong) Pfffff i regret to inform you that Sun Wukong, the great sage equal to heaven find pianosaurus to be a huge nuisance🤣 Wukong finds him to be loud, obnoxious, clingy and overall creepy and that's coming from him. Not to mention he was big and clumsy and it annoyed Wukong something fierce, but you always make excuses for pianosaurus and told Wukong to give him a chance making the money king sigh. Pianosaurus tended to test his patients with his piano noises late at night and clumsy accidents around flower fruit mountain, but he was handy to have when he's dealing with intruders around your home. it's always great to see trash take itself out😈

(Destined one) D.O. tolerates pianosaurus in a since because he's your pet and best friend, but would sigh and groan a lot because of the oversized Dino things getting into trouble The Dino hybrid was rather clumsy and timid hiding behind you a lot of the time, and from what you told him about his origins, it's made since for him to be nervous around new faces. It interests you that pianosaurs became docile and comfortable around the Destined one going as far as to nap on his lap like a giant cat, but then again it's no surprise. You felt that the Destined one was welcoming and comfortable too.

(Lotmk Wukong) Believe it or not, Wukong and pianosaurus became rather fast friends. Sure, he was freaked out at first, but not even a half a month later, it turned into a became a boy and his dog situation. You see them hanging out together in your free time. Wukong made sure to help you take extra care of the dino piano because of his poor backstory and fight or flight responses. The two just got along so well playing games and Wukong listening to unknown sounds and songs on pianosaurusXs teeth keys it was usual but wholesome. It didn't take long for pianosaurus to accept Wukong's paw of friendship and got along incredibly well, and you're glad for that.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🎹

[pretty-royals]

Lost on the hill 2

| summary : The next morning, Zoro attempts to lead the crew to your house—but, unsurprisingly, he gets lost. As frustration mounts, he’s forced to swallow his pride and sing the silly navigation song you taught him

Type : Fluff

Warnings : "Zoro…being lost" x2,A ridiculous navigation song, Sanji being a menace,Poor Zoro

The next morning, Zoro was sure he could find his way back to your house without a problem.

That confidence lasted about ten minutes.

“Oi, mosshead—are we there yet, or do you have us walking in circles?”

Zoro gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to chuck his sword at Sanji’s smug face. “Shut up, curly brows. I know where I’m going.”

“Do you?” Nami deadpanned, arms crossed as she huffed behind him. “Because we’ve been walking for an hour, and I swear we passed that same tree three times already.”

“Not my fault all the damn trees look the same,” Zoro muttered under his breath.

Usopp groaned, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Zoro, just admit it—you’re lost.”

“I am not lost,” Zoro insisted.

“You are absolutely lost,” Robin said with a small chuckle.

Luffy, who had been munching on a piece of meat as he followed along, finally tilted his head. “Zoro, didn’t the person you met say they’d tell you how to get there?”

Zoro stiffened.

He did not want to admit that he had, in fact, been given clear instructions. Worse than that, he did not want to start singing like a damn idiot in front of everyone.

But after another ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, he was left with no choice.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. “Tch… fine.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, marimo,” Sanji said, leaning closer with an infuriating smirk.

Zoro ignored him, shutting his eye and inhaling deeply. Then, in a low grumble, he started mumbling the song under his breath.

“Up the hill, past the tree,”

“Walk where the river used to be.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

Sanji snorted. “Are you singing?”

Luffy’s eyes sparkled. “Ohhh! Zoro, sing it louder!”

Zoro’s jaw twitched. “No.”

But unfortunately, Sanji was having the time of his life with this. “What was that? I can’t hear you, swordsman! Something about a river? Is that a nursery rhyme? I didn’t know you were so cute!”

“Say one more word and I’ll cut your damn tongue out,” Zoro growled.

“Not my fault you sound like a little kid skipping through a field of flowers,” Sanji cackled.

“Zoro, come on, don’t be shy!” Luffy beamed. “Keep going!”

Zoro hated everything about this.

But he also hated being lost.

Gritting his teeth, he powered through, voice barely above a mumble.

“Turn to the left, count to three,

“Then go right where the big rock’ll be.”

“Holy crap, wait,” Usopp said, blinking. “There is a big rock over there.”

Everyone paused.

They turned to look at the large, moss-covered rock resting just off the path.

“…Huh,” Nami mused. “That actually worked?”

Zoro refused to acknowledge the fact that your ridiculous song was actually helping. Instead, he just grumbled and kept walking.

“Follow the path, don’t lose sight,”

“Then you’ll find my house just right.”

The crew continued forward, and soon enough—

“There it is!” Chopper gasped, pointing ahead.

And just like that, your little house on the hill came into view.

Zoro crossed his arms, smug despite the slight redness in his face. “Told you I knew where I was going.”

Sanji scoffed. “Yeah, sure. You sang your way here like a lost child.”

Luffy, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. “That was fun! Zoro, we should use songs to find places all the time!”

“Absolutely not.”

As the crew made their way up the hill, the door to your house creaked open, and you stepped outside, smiling when you saw them. “Well, well. You actually made it.”

Zoro huffed, glancing away. “Yeah, yeah.”

You folded your arms, amused. “So… did you sing the song?”

Sanji burst out laughing before Zoro could even reply. “Oh, he sang it. Like a sweet little lost lamb.”

Zoro groaned. “I swear to god—”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Well, I’m glad you all found your way. Come on in—I made plenty of food.”

That was all it took for Luffy to go running toward you. “FOOOOOD!”

With that, the rest of the crew followed, leaving Zoro standing there with an exhausted sigh.

This was going to be a long day.

The Court :

@the-maladaptive-daydreamers @sle3pymarimo @sweet-3-whispers @bubbyluffy @dazaiwifey

[ohisms]

↪   ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of fox's sitcom ,  “ the mick ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

oh my god , why do you have gasoline ?!

we're fine , not that it's any of your concern .

stay out of trouble .

no , you're not coming in with me .

you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you .

can i bum a smoke , please ?

it's okay , i already have a dollar .

i get the sense that you're in need a lot .

i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation .

what do you mean ? you invited me .

i got into yale , that doesn't mean i'm going .

the scales of justice tip in favor of the wealthy .

if we throw enough money at this thing , i'm sure it'll go away .

let's catch up in ten years when you need another loan .

i feel like we got off on the wrong foot .

i want you to come to me with boy problems . or girl problems , i don't assume .

i know you think you're pretty clever with this plan to drink me under the table , but there's two problems ... you're not , .. & you can't .

she's not dead , i can see her breathing .

i cannot count the number of times i've been ripped off a barstool & thrown in a cage .

i should probably get out of the house , yesterday kinda got away from me .

i don't like these people . but i like you .

why are we at a poor person's restaurant ?

don't touch my stuff , psycho .

no , i don't believe you . you're lying .

uh , i don't know , maybe because you're a lying bitch .

okay , look , i understand this stuff is really hard to hear .

let's just keep our voices down , okay ?

you think i care about these idiots ?

what is wrong with you ? you're making a scene .

how's that for a scene ?! dinner & a show !

i know what you're up to , & you're not gonna get away with it .

i'm sorry , you think you're in charge ?

once all this is gone , all that's left is this . & nobody wants just this .

wait , wait , wait ! i'm coming with you !

i will only go if i have your blessing .

if you need anything at all , do not hesitate to call 911 .

[ name ] , my beautiful angel !

i heard about that little accident you had .

so , this is it ! home sweet home .

holy crap , you're alive ...

what are you doing here ? are you living at my place ?

okay , i'm sensing some major hostility here .

i thought you were dead !

don't pay attention to him , he's no one .

— i'm just kidding ! oh , i'm so sorry , your face ...

no ... you're joking — this is a joke , right ?

i'm gonna go freshen up , this'll be fun !

my legs are heavy , but my mind is light ...

wait , why is my window open ?

do i look like i'm playing games ?

we both burnt that bridge , it doesn't matter who lit the match .

i need you to do me a favor , i did you a favor .

oh , thank god you're here . you've gotta help us .

oh , i'm not going anywhere .

what do you want me to do about it ?

knock - knock ... can i come in ?

oh ... i get it . you're jealous .

enough with the guessing games , i'm freaking out over here .

fine . i'll fix this myself .

i thought we agreed i'm the boss ?!

if you saw my silence as agreeing with you , that's on you .

don't take it personally , his heart just isn't for sale .

not now , [ name ] , i'm gloating .

[ name ] ?! since when do you smoke ?

HEY .. !! [ name ] . just the person i wanted to see .

i haven't gone this long without a smoke in years .

either be part of the solution or get the hell out .

well , now i feel like you're lying .

regardless of how we got here , i'm having a really good time .

is it ? is it creepy to be ahead of everybody at all times ?

i want to squeeze you around your neck until you can't breathe .

i said that forever ago when i was young and dumb .

if i were you , i would take this opportunity to lay low .

that's the opposite of what i just suggested .

[ name ] , you've been overruled .

i don't mean to offend you , you don't fit the [ surname ] brand .

it's already happening , we're becoming socially radioactive .

i'm sorry , that night is a blur of bad pinot and intolerable conversation .

oh , so you're a liar too ?

i was sitting at home , and then i remembered you're not my boss .

what's the matter ? little plan didn't work ?

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Captain Barnacles my beloved (click for higher quality)

<reblogs appreciated :>

My glorious man, my most wonderful guy ever

random thoughts about him under the cut

Sob I'm so many years behind in octonauts episodes I'm barely scratching the iceberg lmso but my general vibe of octonauts above and beyond so far is that "Holy Sht Global Warming" and also My tiny Friends Have Grown!! Like dude I'm so proud of them all lol

Honestly to me the captain is just in his 30s, somewhere in there, idk what his role is in the found family (father figure?? big brother???) but honestly I adore his relationships with each of the octonauts (esp with dashi ahahhagugugh!!!! and peso too augdhbf Theyre so precious he's so proud of them) I love how he and tweak just get eachother and kwazii is just like His Favorite Little Guy??? and shellington, my god-

Like this guy just adopts everything in sight istg- <3

Im starting to realize that either my autism is blinding me or maybe he's autistic too and like??? Theater kid ahhh playing the accordion and bursting into song?? Mr "I am so full of obsession and love for all of this and all of you", Mr " I got my gup struck by lightning, my arm crushed by a clam, stung by a jellyfish, nearly attacked by barracadas, thrown around violently on the back of a wall, crashed into a sunken ship, and then nearly drowned and Hahaha Yes Im Fine did you all need anything?" LIKE SIR???

Also you just know he went out and got his whole nautical fit, with the hat and everything, and just went "oh crap I cant be the only one uhhhh" and then gave EVERYONE THE CUTEST FREAKING MATCHING HATS!!!

this guy had dreams and they're coming true and all his dreams are BEAUTIFUL-

also my partner was helping me figure out his design and went "omg am I just helping u make him a dilf" and I went "nah we making him a papi" and like damn cuz- sobbing can you tell the conversation happened at A Late Hour At Night.

i gave him a single lower lash this sticks out stylishly and totally didn't give him natural polar bear eyeshadow, I also like to think that he's somewhere on the aro ace spectrum but that might just be me projecting lol

ignore the pic of a compass I stole btw that doesn't matter

i think the design might still have some room for improvement so if I've made it this far lmk if u think it could use any fun touches

(also this guys body type KILLED ME it took me sooo many tries)

ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶦᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ ʳᶦᵈᶦᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ, ᵇʸ ᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃʳᵈˢ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᶦᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᶦᵐᶦᵈᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ. ᶜᵘᶻ ʸᵏ, ᵏᵉᵉˡʰᵃᵘˡᶦⁿᵍ…

i bet he misses bianca alot poor guy,

also here's my most cursed head canon: he's a polar bear and is often in very warm environments, so y'all think he just like.... cuts and thins his fur?

Im so sorry y'all but I can just imagine him at 2 am just crying next to a pile of his own fur because oh God this is so hard, I imagine the whole process of doing that to ur whole body routinely with tools that break is probably similar to the process of undoing protecting braids for folks who have afro textured hair, but I wouldn know personally I've just heard how much the process can be time consuming and be kinda tiring 0-0

Also I cant believe I haven't mentioned this yet but I think he's like 8 feet tall, which compared to most of his crew being at smallest 4.7 to 5.8 he's just huge compared to them XD. I tried to make like conversions based on irl animals and etc, but the captain is like literally The Tallest A Person Can Be. Like y'all know polar bears are The Largest and Tallest pawed mammals to exist??? like 13 feet tall irl

im just so proud of him he is so compassionate and supportive and cares so much about everyone and everything-

fanny pouch ahh belt

[phoenixremix69]

Holy fuck guys, i just thought of the saddest Owl House AU ever. I call it the unified world

It all stems from one very simple premise; What if the Day of Unity happened before Luz ever came to the isles?

imagine it, your parents all leave to go to this massive celebration and you're watching on the crystal ball, eager to see this glorious new world. and the next thing you know, everyone is dead. and not just them, adults, older siblings, neighbors, everyone with a sigil all over the isles just slumps over dead. Only about 100 or less wild witches are left scattered around the country. and the children are left to rule over the dying country full of dangerous monsters that love to eat flesh they've inherited

Amity made it out better than most, Ed and Em didn't have sigils so they're still alive. But dammit, Hexside needs order and it looks like she's got to be the one to do it. The children have to be protected. So she takes over with Boscha as her number two. and they make hexside...not safe, but better than outside. Order must be maintained

Gus and Willow leave. Amity's made it pretty clear how she feels about Willow and she's not about to let anything happen to Gus, someone needs to be his rock. poor little guy, not even 12 and his whole world is gone. at least they met up with the legendary owl lady. surely she could protect them if anybody.

She can't. Oh, it was a normal day. she was watching her sister and her ex on the crystal ball, lamenting days gone by. then suddenly, everyone she's ever loved is gone. It's just her, King, and Hooty left. And now these two kids on top of that. And they have to keep moving. The owl house was safe for a few weeks, but then this one monster showed up, covered in eyeballs and screeching about a door and attacking the crap out of them. She almost lost an arm to it. looks like whatever it is heard about her human world goods and thought it could escape to the human realm. Well like crap she's letting that happen. It doesn't matter that without Morton around she's slowly losing her body and magic, she has to keep the kids safe. Worst case Scenario, She's shoving all the kids through and giving them the key. Let this rotten world rot with all of them inside it.

The Collector doesn't like this game. It was going to be so Fun! the Day of Unity would happen, Philip would free him, and they could start a new game. But none of that happened, All he did was shove the disc in his latest grimwalker's arms and shove them both down a big hole, and even if the toy survived the broken leg(gross, did all mortals have that weird red water inside them?) it started dying anyway once the spell started. At least it listened to him when he told it to slice it's arm off. But then the lack of food(right, mortals need food?) made it turn to stone to conserve energy, and it's not like HE can wake it up stuck in this disc. Now he's got no one to play with

ROTTEN UNFORGIVABLE WITCHES! HE'S WON! YOU'RE ALL DEAD AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COURTESY TO GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS FROM YOUR CORPSES! WRETCHED PALISMEN ALL RUNNING TO THAT FALSE IDOL THE BAT QUEEN! HE NEEDS THAT DOOR NOW! HE WILL HAVE THAT DOOR! HE WILL GET WHAT HE DESERVES! IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!

[nunalastor]

Resident Evil 7 AU

In mini-fic response to anon's post about a certain someone arriving at the Hotel:

* Takes place after “Radio Killed The Video Star”*

*knock knock knock*

Charlie: *gasps, eyes sparkling* Oh, a new guest? And so soon after Sir Pentious!

Charlie: C o m i n g ~ *pulls the front door open* Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel… nobody?

Charlie: *looks left and right in confusion* Is this one of Angel’s pranks?

????: *small voice from below* Excuse me.

Charlie: *startles and looks down, eyes widening in shock* Oh!

Vaggie: *walking up behind her* Charlie, who’s at the door- *blinks in shock* Is- Is that a child?!

????: *a young girl stares up at them with large eyes (grey with black sclera) from behind a curtain of inky hair that hides half her face*

*Husk, Angel and Sir Pentious, gathered at the bar, all crane their necks to see past Vaggie at the source of the commotion*

Angel: Holy crap! That really is a kid!

Husk: *remembering his own family from back on earth* She can’t be any older than three… how on earth…?

Sir Pentious: *eyes welling up* I-Is she really a sinner? Poor thing…

Charlie: *recomposes herself, kneeling to look the young girl in the properly in the eyes* Sorry about that! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! How can we help you today? Are you looking for redemption?

????: I’m looking for my mommy.

Charlie: *heart overflowing in sympathy* Oh no…

Vaggie: You’ve gotten separated from your mother? How long have you been separated?

????: A very, very long time.

Vaggie: *to herself* She’s just a little kid… So that could mean anything from five minutes ago to five years ago… Oh God, what if her mother was lost during the last extermination?!

Charlie: *stands and offers a hand* Well, don’t you worry! We’ll help you find her!

????: *frowns at her hand, before taking it and following her inside*

Charlie: Do you like apple juice? Husk, do you have any juice behind the counter?

????: *shrugs indifferently, looking around the lobby, eyeing each person with a critical eye*

Charlie: *nods patiently, thanks Husk, and leads the girl to the lobby’s couch, pouring out glass*

Charlie: So, where did you did you last see your mommy?

????: I saw Mommy on the TV. The TV said he is here!

Charlie: The… TV said that… your mommy was here? Are you sure?

????: *nods firmly*

Charlie: *turns to her partner* Vaggie… do you…?

Vaggie: *rubs her forehead* Sorry, I don’t either. You don’t think Niffty-

Husk: *flatly* Absolutely not.

Charlie: *takes a deep breath* Okay, well, maybe Al will know-

Alastor: *calling from upstairs* What’s all this? Do we have a new guest?

????: *the moment that voice spoke, the ears that that had laid flat and unnoticed until now suddenly flick up, twitching restlessly*

Charlie: *flagging him down* Al, good timing, do you know- ah!

????: *jumps up from the couch, shaking and breathing heavily*

Charlie: *holding her hands up* Don’t be scared! Alastor works here! He won’t hurt you!

????: *doesn’t seem to hear her, stumbling slowly around the couch to where the Radio Demon is making his way down*

Alastor: *stops at the foot of the stairs, and tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes* You’re…

????: *stares at him for a long moment… before giggling*

Alastor: *his eyes widen in recognition, shoulders subtly tensing* Eveline.

Eveline: *gleefully* I finally found you, Mommy!

To be continued… maybe…

👀

[base0h]

Hello,

Heard you’re looking for ideas so…

Here’s a crack one: The Straw hats working in a department store

Would they become employee of the month? Would they be fired immediately?

a/n - IM WHEEZING AT THIS— you are GENIUS bro holy crap 😭🫶 dude luffy would get fired so fast it’s insane— and imma just add everyone bc why not 😂

Warnings ⚠️ - MAJOR crack, multiple characters, I’m kinda dumb and might’ve forgotten people

they didn’t even make it past the interview 💀

.✩ kidd (tried killing the interviewer for asking him why he wanted to work there “I really am passionate about restocking— MF IM BROKE.”), buggy, bonney, paulie (did the same thing as kidd plus he parked in the manager’s parking spot)

literally within the first few seconds of the interview they’re hired | “My name is—“ “Can you start within the next few seconds?”

.✩ jimbei, koby, sabo, koala, izou, kaku, vivi

got fired the same day they started

.✩ luffy (ate the entire produce section and then asked the manager “is there more stuff in the back?”), corazon (he accidentally burnt the place down 😀), sanji (confessed his love and asked several female customers to marry him at his cash register), brook (asked for some poor random woman’s underwear 💀)

employee of the month every single month

.✩ jimbei, koby (old people always say how sweet he is to the manager bc he always helps them get the things they can’t reach 😭🫶), tashigi (kids hate her bc she catches them and scolds them if they take an extra candy/sticker from the cashier jar), vivi (accidentally gave herself this title when she’s the manager 💀)

the manager of the store

.✩ nami (steals money from the safe sometimes), aokiji (he literally never shows up to work on time and doesn’t give a shit what the employees do), akainu, fujitora, shanks (bro also does not care and comes to work hungover), dragon (has not shown up once since the interview), sengoku, garp, dadan, vivi, magellan

the sale sign flipper guy

.✩ zoro (if he manages to actually find his way to the store), bepo, ace, shachi, penguin, queen (you legit can’t miss him as you’re driving by 💀), yamato, oden, cat viper, bon clay, ivankov

they work solely in the back to avoid human interaction as much as possible

.✩ mihawk, law, smoker (he’s the guy that mans the big crane machine that moves huge boxes), hawkins, king, katakuri, smoker, lucci

they’re the CEOs of companies that are partners with the store and provide goods for the store to sell

.✩ crocodile (provides gut/immune supporting, healthy, all organic animal/pet food), doflamingo, kaido, big mom, whitebeard, moria (sells and produces copious amounts of Halloween costumes and other decorations)

actually decent employees

.✩ usopp, benn, x drake, robin, nojiko, baby 5, monet, vergo, franky, icebarg, bellamy (SHADOW FROM SK8 PLS TELL ME YALL SEE IT), hachi, killer

they start tweaking because they asked a customer how they were and they ignored them

.✩ shirahoshi (sobbing), bepo, sanji (asked a girl who had her headphones on), Uta (will get so pressed that they ignored her when in reality they just had headphones on)

they’re the reason why the store’s still in business | they’re basically the mascot

.✩ chopper, bepo, carrot, cat viper, dog storm

the dude everyone goes to for questions/help | “Idk go ask ___”

.✩ franky (has beef with cash register 4 bc it stops working for no reason only during his lunch break and never when he’s not doing anything), icebarg, kaku, usopp, lucci, jack, king, robin, jimbei

they’re the reason why no one likes to shop there | they have several weird allegations or felonies of some sort

.✩ trebol, caesar, diamante, dellinger, pica (he drives this mini car and always somehow fits inside it and takes up two spots in the parking lot), absalom, hogback (people have gone missing in the parking lot it’s scary), moria (would you wanna shop if you saw bro? Ik I wouldn’t 😭)

jobless for life ✌️

.✩ rayleigh (he slays idc), roger, yasopp

a/n - I think i forgot people but eh 💀 the one piece brainrot is so back 🙏

[gutzsbie]

I know I already did this but I wanted to make it better and add some other headcanons I had about this idea so here you go! Some are the same as the old one, some have been tweaked and some are new headcanons I wanted to add

CHAI AS A DAD HEADCANONS:

•The baby would almost be a carbon copy of Chai with one or two features from his S/O

•He would be a boy dad (idk why but I feel like he would(im not hinting that he had a boy in my tomodachi life what))

•Chai would try to play it cool during the birth (his poor hand) but as soon as he sees the baby resting on his S/O, he would break and maybe cry (happy tears of course)

•He would be kinda nervous about holding the baby but once he holds them he will NOT let them go

•Chai: "Holy crap! I'm a dad now... I'm gonna be the coolest dad ever! And this little dude gonna be the coolest kid ever!"

•With his musical robot powers he would be in charge of both bedtimes and naptimes cause the baby would knock tf out when in Chai's arms

•During his S/O pregnancy the baby would only really kick or move when Chai puts his robot arm on your baby bump

•When he finds out that his S/O's is pregnant he'd be nervous and a little scared about it but after awhile he'll be chill about it, excited even (this might help with his inferiority complex a bit idk)

•Chai would have to take parental classes and read the baby book cause he would be quite clueless about this stuff even though he claims he's a pro with children (sorry Chai but you are a little stupid /lh)

•I think he would be actually pretty good with the baby minus changing the baby's nappy/diaper

•He'd attempt it but he would struggle and eventually cave in and call his S/O for help

•He would LOVE to dress the baby! He'd put them in lots of cool/cute onsies

•He has a matching shirt for him and the baby that has something like "big rockstar" "little rockstar" on it

•If he got one of those baby front carrier things he would constantly wear it and show off the little dude like the proud dad he is

•When the baby is still a newborn he would take them to the hideout to meet the tea-m (of course he'd show the newborn to 808 first)

•His S/O finds Chai asleep either on the bed or sofa snoring with the baby laying on his chest or resting in his arm also asleep (S/O definitely takes a couple of photos cause it's cute)

•When the baby gets a little older Chai would form a little two person band with him playing his guitar and the baby on drums (banging on random toys or kitchen utensils) and/or sing (making noises)

•I can imagine the baby dancing or doing the toddler bounce to Nine Inch Nails or The Glass Pyramids

•The baby would be accident prone like Chai but instead of nearly getting killed they trip on thin air or run into walls even if they're ultra careful (poor baby ^^;)

•Chai would have so many "conversations" with the little dude once they start cooing/making noises and he could put on a slight baby voice like he kinda does with 808 occasionally in the game

•Chai: "Who's my little rockstar huh?"

•Baby: "Ooh!"

•I feel like the baby's first word would either be "dada" or "cat" that's if 808 is there during the moment (it would be funny)

•Chai would be over the moon if their first word is "dada" and maybe brag about it (he's just a proud dad)

•The baby would love 808 simply cause she's a cat and 808 would love the baby too

•Chai would catch 808 cuddled up next to the baby when they're asleep (he'd get a quick photo and show Peppermint cause again it's cute)

•Speaking of the tea-m...

•Peppermint might not want to hold them but she would have the baby rest in their bouncy chair thing next to her desk and occasionally look over to the baby and talk to them

•Macaron would also love the little dude but he'd be extremely nervous holding them cause of how small they are (I mean look at the size of Macaron(huge lad))

•He might call the baby either "little little guy" or "littler guy"

•Korsica would be fine holding the baby but she might be slightly awkward when trying to talk to the baby

•CNMN would hold the baby in a funny way like holding them out away from him and immediately give them a psyhc profile even if they're only still a newborn (it would only say mini-Chai(for now that is))

•As this happens after the project armstrong defect fiasco and when Roxanne returns, she'd be great with them as she obviously has had experience with children and honestly she'd be happy for you both

•Overall I think he'd be a fun dad and love his little dude

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Request: Hi! So this is a different kind of request like I’ve never seen anyone do this before, but we know that Dean is like not religious at all he doesn’t believe in a God because why would he after eveything he’s been through and all the evil he’s seen. We know Sam was so excited to meet the angels (I could cry thinking about him during that one scene) but we could have inferred that Sam prayed here and there. What if their little sister was super religious like after everything they’ve been through and seen, their little sister always held hope for a higher power, something good, a God that truly did care. So when she realizes Chuck is God and he basically just played and manipulated them and the entire world for a good story, she is devastated like so incredibly devastated. Sam and Dean know she’s going to have a meltdown because duh. I guess just start the story with a few different scenarios of how she’s religious and how Sam and Dean view it and then the last story wrapping up into her coming to terms with Chuck. I just think this could be really interesting. Thank you!!!!

A/N: wait I actually loved this idea!! I know the whole angels are watching over you thing was very much Mary and maybe they would see their mom in her? Ugh!! Don’t even get me started on poor Sam and the angels. He was so excited to meet them and they treated him terribly :((( I wrote a few stories where she shows her faith and belief in God and then the final story is where she finds out the truth about Chuck. I hope this is what you were looking for! If not, just send in another request. Requests are always open!!!

Sam and Dean Winchester X sister!reader

You reached for the small vial of holy water sitting on your nightstand. It wasn’t much—a simple glass vial from a church you’d visited months ago—but to you, it was something sacred. Something that reminded you that there was good, there was light, even in the darkness.

“Please... just protect us. Keep us safe,” you whispered softly, your fingers tracing the edge of the bottle before you set it down gently.

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the peace of the prayer wash over you, but the sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted your quiet. The door creaked open before you could finish, and there stood Dean, leaning against the frame with that signature half-grin, the one that usually made everything feel a little less heavy.

You glanced up, a little surprised to see him standing there. His eyes flickered to the holy water bottle on your nightstand, his mouth twisting into that familiar skeptical smile. “Come on, kid, you know better than to think that is gonna do anything.”

You shook your head, setting the vial down carefully. “It’s not about the water, Dean. It’s about... hoping there’s something bigger out there. Some sort of peace. You know?”

Dean’s face softened, his posture more relaxed. “Yeah, I get it. You’ve been doing this whole ‘faith’ thing your whole life. But, after all the crap we’ve seen? After everything that’s happened, you still think there’s some God out there caring about humanity?”

“I do,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes, your voice unwavering. “I believe He’s there. I’ve seen enough to know there’s something bigger than all of this.”

Dean crossed his arms, his face mixed with uncertainty. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be disappointed. Hell, I’m damn disappointed in how things have turned out. We’ve been through Hell, literally, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not seeing any miracles.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, the door to your room opened wider, and Sam stepped inside. His posture was relaxed, but his expression was serious—one that knew exactly what this moment needed. He glanced between you and Dean, sensing the tension that was building.

“Dean, knock it off,” Sam said, his voice firm but not unkind. He walked over to your side, sitting next to you on the bed, his presence a quiet comfort as he looked up at his older brother. “She’s not asking you to believe the same thing. She just needs you to respect it.”

Dean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the weight of everything they’d been through reflected in the way his shoulders slumped. He wasn’t angry at you—he never would be. But there was frustration, too much of it, and a deep-rooted pain that made it hard to accept anything that felt out of his control.

“I respect it,” Dean said, voice quieter now. “I just... I don’t know how you can still believe in all that after everything. After all the shit we’ve been through.”

You looked at him, not with anger, but with a quiet understanding. “Because that’s the point, Dean. After everything, I still have to believe. Otherwise, what else do we have? If we don’t believe there’s something bigger than this, what are we fighting for?”

Sam put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently as he turned his gaze to Dean. “It’s not about the water or the prayers, Dean. It’s about her holding on to something. To hope. And that’s what keeps her going.”

Dean’s mouth twitched into a small, almost resigned smile as he gave you a long look, his expression softening. “I just don’t want to see you getting crushed by it.”

“I won’t be,” you said softly, offering him a smile that was equal parts comforting and determined. “I know what I believe. I’m not letting go of that.”

—————

It was a quiet night at the bunker. The air was thick with the usual sense of unease, but tonight, it felt heavier. Dean had gone off on a solo hunt—something about a wendigo on the outskirts of a small town, but Sam had insisted on staying behind to research and work on a few leads. He’d already told you to stay put, and honestly, you didn’t mind. It was one of those nights where everything felt off, and you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in your gut that something was wrong.

You’d been pacing the hallway for hours, moving from room to room. The bunker felt bigger than usual, emptier, as if the walls were closing in. You hadn’t heard from Dean in a while, and the silence weighed heavily on you. You knew better than to push him to take you along on hunts—he didn’t want you in danger, and he wasn’t the type to let anyone get in the way of what he had to do. But it still gnawed at you every time he left.

You had learned to live with the fear, even when it seemed impossible.

You walked into the kitchen, your thoughts too loud to ignore. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, and your hands shook slightly as you grabbed a mug from the cabinet. You filled it with water, not really thinking about it, and moved to sit at the table.

You didn’t know why you did it. Maybe it was the pressure of the night weighing down on you. Or the quiet, like the calm before the storm. But suddenly, you found yourself whispering a prayer under your breath, the words coming as easily as your next breath.

"God, please. Please keep Dean safe tonight. He’s my brother, and I know he’s strong, but he’s not invincible. You’ve watched over him before, and I’m begging you, please—watch over him now. I don’t care what happens to me, but don’t let him get hurt. He’s all I have. Please…"

The words felt weak the moment they left your lips, but you pressed on, finishing your prayer. "Please, God. Bring him back safe."

You sat quietly for a few minutes, your mug held in both hands, trying to calm your nerves. You weren’t expecting any kind of answer. You weren’t expecting the world to suddenly stop, or a light from above to shine down and grant you some kind of peace.

But you couldn’t help but pray. You couldn’t help but believe.

It wasn’t until you heard the soft creak of the bunker door opening that you realized Dean had come back. Your heart skipped a beat, a weight lifting from your chest, but you didn’t move right away. Instead, you took a deep breath and tried to steady your shaking hands, trying to ignore the rush of emotions that came flooding back.

You barely noticed him standing in the doorway until his voice cut through the silence.

“Hey, kid.”

You jumped, spinning in your chair to face him. There he was, standing at the entrance to the kitchen, looking rough around the edges. His jacket was slightly torn, his face smeared with dirt, but the familiar crooked grin was on his face as always.

“Dean,” you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. You stood up, suddenly overwhelmed with relief. You didn’t even think before walking toward him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, squeezing him as if you never wanted to let go.

“Hey, hey, I’m fine. What’s this about, huh?” Dean chuckled, his arms instinctively going around you.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him. “I... I was just... I was worried. You weren’t answering your phone. I thought something might’ve gone wrong.”

Dean raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Instead, he stepped back, tilting his head at you with a knowing smirk. “Did you miss me, kid? You worried about me?”

You hesitated, looking at your feet. You didn’t want to admit it, but it was written all over your face. You had missed him. And you had been worried.

Dean sighed, shaking his head as he leaned against the counter. “I’m fine. Don’t need to get all dramatic on me. It was just a wendigo. No big deal.”

You nodded, but your thoughts were elsewhere. You hadn’t even realized he’d overheard you until he spoke again.

“You know, I heard you,” he said, his voice suddenly quieter, almost soft. “When you were praying.”

Your heart dropped. You hadn’t meant for him to hear. You hadn’t meant for him to know how scared you were. You looked away, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“You—You heard me?” You couldn’t keep the embarrassment out of your voice. “I didn’t mean to...”

Dean straightened up, his usual grin softened, replaced by something else—something unreadable. “You were praying for me,” he said slowly, like the words were foreign to him. “You were actually praying to God to keep me safe.”

You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes, but you fought them back. “I didn’t want anything to happen to you,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

Dean was quiet for a long time, his eyes searching yours. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t bear to see the judgment you thought might be there. But instead, Dean gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt.

“You know, you don’t have to pray for me. I’m tougher than I look,” he said with a smirk, but his voice was softer than usual. “But, uh... thanks for doing it anyway.”

You finally looked up at him, your eyes brimming with gratitude. “You’re... welcome. I just need you here, Dean. I need you safe.”

Dean’s smirk faltered for a second before he gave you a small, genuine smile. “Well, I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, kid.”

You swallowed, trying to keep yourself together. “Promise?”

Dean nodded, his expression serious for once. “Promise.”

————

The hunt had been brutal. Long hours, a few close calls, and more than enough blood and sweat. By the time the three of you made it back to the bunker, you were all barely keeping it together. You were exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally drained, the weight of the hunt lingering in your muscles. Dean collapsed on the couch the second you walked through the door, his boots still on, his jacket half-off, and his hand reaching for the nearest bottle of beer.

You and Sam were the last to arrive in the kitchen, setting down the bags of fast food you had picked up on the way back. The smell of grease and salt filled the air, but it wasn’t quite enough to cut through the tired tension that had settled over the room.

Sam glanced over at you, his eyes soft with concern. “You good?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. “Yeah, just... tired.”

He gave you a small smile, knowing you were probably more than just tired after that hunt. But he didn’t press it—he knew you’d talk when you were ready.

Sam set a bottle of water down in front of you as you began unloading the food. Then he paused, leaning against the counter as he looked at the three of you, the weight of the day’s hunt clearly on his mind.

“You know what we need?” Sam said suddenly, making you look up from your food. “We need to say grace.”

You blinked, surprised. “Grace?” you asked, a soft smile tugging at your lips. It wasn’t totally unusual for Sam to suggest this, but it had been quite a while since you’d done it, especially after a rough hunt.

Dean groaned from the couch. “Oh, here we go again,” he muttered. “What is this, a family reunion or something?”

Sam chuckled. “Come on, Dean. We’ve been through hell today. A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt.”

You felt the familiar warmth spread through you, the comforting pull of tradition. You’d always been the one to say grace, but more often than not, it was a silent prayer in your head—quick and unspoken. But tonight, with everything that had happened, it felt right to say it out loud.

“Okay, I’ll lead,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the fatigue pulling at you. You folded your hands together and closed your eyes for a moment, the usual words of gratitude forming in your mind. “God, thank you for this food and for keeping us safe today. Thank you for my brothers, for this family. Please keep us safe through the hard times ahead, and help us find peace even in the chaos. Amen.”

The room was quiet for a moment, and when you opened your eyes, Sam was smiling at you, his expression gentle and kind.

“Thanks, kid,” Dean said, sitting up and grabbing his food. “Always makes the food taste better, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if it was soft and tired. “You always say that.”

Sam ruffled your hair affectionately, sitting down beside you at the table. “Well, maybe we should get you to bless the food more often. I mean, it’s gotta help, right?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure. As if I haven’t had enough of that ‘grace’ stuff since we were kids.”

You shook your head, your heart lightening despite the weight of the day. “Well, I still do it for you guys.”

“Of course,” Sam added, winking at you. “You know we need all the help we can get.”

Dean scoffed, but there was something warm behind his usual sarcasm. “Yeah, yeah. We get it. You two and your prayers. Just... don’t expect me to get all religious on you.”

You smiled at Dean, teasing, “You don’t have to. I’ll pray enough for both of us.”

He grunted, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Whatever makes you happy, kid.”

The three of you dug into your food in comfortable silence, the tension of the hunt easing bit by bit. There was something grounding in the familiarity of this moment. The simple act of sharing a meal, of saying a quick prayer, of being together despite the chaos of the world outside. Even after everything that had happened, you still had this—your brothers, your faith, and a sense of peace that no hunt or monster could take away.

—————

You could feel it in the air—something was off. The case you’d just wrapped up had been more complicated than anticipated. The witch they’d been tracking had vanished, leaving behind a trail of cryptic messages that neither Sam nor Dean could decipher. The three of you had been quiet during the drive back, each lost in your own thoughts, but the unease had stuck with you long after you’d gotten back to the bunker.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you couldn’t shake the gnawing anxiety that had crept up on you. You knew your brothers were trying to act like everything was normal, but you could see the exhaustion in their eyes. You could feel the tension between them as they worked through the case files, trying to piece together the puzzle that seemed to have no solution. But you were used to it by now—the weight of the world always felt heavier when the hunt didn’t go as planned.

You reached up and tugged at the cross necklace you wore. It was simple, just a small silver cross on a thin chain, but it had been a part of you for as long as you could remember. Every time you felt anxious or overwhelmed, your fingers would find the familiar cool metal, and you’d play with it absentmindedly, letting it ground you.

Tonight, though, you found yourself tugging at it harder than usual, your fingers restless as you twisted it in your hands. Your mind raced, the uncertainty gnawing at you. What if you couldn't help your brothers? What if you weren't enough? The fear was irrational, but it felt too real to ignore.

“Y/N,” Sam’s voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, soft but concerned. You hadn’t even heard him walk into your room. “Hey, you okay?”

You didn’t answer right away, just clutched the necklace tighter in your hand. The simple motion helped calm you, but only for a moment. The anxiety still buzzed beneath your skin, like a low hum you couldn’t silence.

“Y/N,” Sam repeated, stepping closer. He sat down beside you on the bed, watching you with a gentle, knowing look. “You’ve been quiet since we got back. You wanna talk about it?”

You glanced at him, biting your lip. You knew he wasn’t just talking about the case. He could see it in your eyes—the way you were always anxious when things felt uncertain, when you were in need of reassurance.

Dean entered the room just then, hearing the tone in Sam’s voice, his brow furrowed. He didn’t need to ask to know something was wrong. He had seen you like this before, seen how you fidgeted with your cross when you were anxious, when something was weighing heavily on you.

“You’ve been playing with that thing like it’s your lifeline,” Dean said, his voice a little gruff, but softening when he saw the look in your eyes. “What’s going on, kid?”

You sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, still twisting the cross between your fingers. You hated this feeling—the vulnerability, the need to talk about what was bothering you. But you knew you couldn’t keep it all bottled up, not when your brothers were offering you a safe space to let it out.

“I don’t know… It’s just... everything,” you whispered, finally speaking. “The case. All this stuff. I feel like... like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I’m scared it’s gonna happen while we’re not ready.”

Sam watched you carefully, his brow furrowed in empathy. He knew how much pressure you put on yourself, especially when the world felt like it was spinning out of control. “Hey,” he said gently, his hand resting on your shoulder. “We’ve been through this before. We’ll figure it out, just like we always do.”

Dean sat down beside you as well, his presence a grounding force. “Yeah, we’ve got your back, kid. You know that. Don’t let whatever’s in your head mess with you. You’re stronger than this.”

You let out a shaky breath, squeezing the cross in your hand. “I just... I feel like I’m not doing enough. Like I’m not helping, not the way I should. I want to be better.”

Sam’s hand tightened on your shoulder, his voice calm and soothing. “Y/N, you’re doing everything you can. You’ve done so much for everyone.”

Dean, ever the skeptic, shifted closer, his tone softer than usual. “Sam’s right, kiddo. You’ve saved the frigging world. You’ve done everything you could to save so many people.”

You blinked back tears, the weight of their words hitting you harder than you expected. Your brothers had always been there, steady and unwavering. They had carried you through every battle, every loss, and here they were, offering you the same strength.

But it was more than that. They were reminding you of something deeper—something you often forgot in the chaos of hunting and surviving. They were reminding you of your faith, your core belief that you didn’t have to carry everything alone. That God was still watching over you, and that He had a plan, even if it didn’t always make sense.

You looked down at the cross, taking a slow, steadying breath. "I know. I just—" you hesitated, then let out a small laugh, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. "I guess I just get scared sometimes."

Dean placed a hand on your back, rubbing it gently in circles. "You don't need to be scared. We’ve got this. No matter what happens."

Sam smiled at you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. "We’ll face it together. That’s the only way it works, right?"

You nodded, letting their words sink in, the weight of your anxiety beginning to lift. The cross in your hand felt less like a source of worry now and more like a reminder that you weren’t alone—not with your brothers by your side and not with your faith.

“Thanks, you guys,” you said softly, your voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Dean’s grin returned, but it was a little softer than usual. “You’d probably be fine, kid. But I’d be a hell of a lot worse off.”

Sam chuckled, squeezing your shoulder. “No chance. You’re stuck with us.”

You managed a smile, the knot of fear in your chest starting to unravel. “Yeah. Stuck with you guys.”

The three of you sat there for a while, a comfortable silence between you, until your nerves had finally calmed. Dean and Sam didn’t say anything more; they didn’t need to. They knew you’d talk when you were ready.

But just knowing they were there—supporting you, reminding you of your strength, and your faith—was enough to help you take on whatever came next.

And as you played with your cross one last time before the night settled, you whispered a quiet prayer, not for answers, but for peace. And for the strength to keep moving forward—one step at a time, with your brothers by your side.

——————

The sound of gunshots echoed through the woods, distant but unmistakable. You’d been so sure you’d killed the last of the demons, but then they’d ambushed you. Just when you thought you had everything under control, another wave came crashing in.

It all happened so fast.

You and Dean had taken down a couple of demons, but Sam had been caught off guard, blindsided by one of them. You had watched in horror as Sam took the hit, the sharp blade cutting across his side, and the way he crumpled to the ground, blood immediately soaking his shirt. Your heart had stopped for a beat as you screamed his name, rushing to his side.

Dean wasn’t far behind, but he was just as frantic as you were.

“Sam! Sam, stay with me!” Dean was yelling, his hands frantic as he tried to stop the bleeding, pulling off his jacket and pressing it to the wound.

But you couldn’t focus on anything but Sam. His face was pale, his eyes were barely open, and his breath was ragged. The blood was pouring from the wound in his side, and despite Dean’s best efforts to apply pressure, it didn’t seem to slow down.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, your hands trembling as you tried to help Dean hold the jacket against Sam’s side. “Sam… please don’t leave us…”

Sam’s face was pinched with pain, his hand weakly gripping yours. “I’m fine… just… just take care of the demon…”

“No!” You could barely speak through the sobs that were wracking your chest. “No, you need to stay here with me, okay? Just stay with me! Please!”

Dean was trying to assess the situation, but he was clearly losing his composure, too. His eyes flickered between you and Sam, his face filled with panic that he was doing everything he could, but it didn’t seem like enough.

“Y/N, I need you to help me, okay? I can’t do this alone.” Dean’s voice cracked, and he turned his panicked gaze toward you. “Press down on the wound harder. I need you to stop the bleeding, you hear me?”

You nodded frantically, your fingers shaky as you pressed against Sam’s side. The blood soaked through the fabric of your jacket, and you could barely think through the overwhelming panic coursing through your body. Sam’s face was pale, the color draining from his lips, and it made you feel like your world was crumbling around you.

“Please, God,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you closed your eyes for a brief second. “Please. Please, don’t take him from us. I can’t lose him. He’s my brother. He’s… he’s everything to me.”

Sam’s breath hitched as he looked up at you. He was so pale, but his eyes flickered with something—maybe an attempt at reassurance, or maybe he was just trying to keep his focus on you.

“Y/N,” Sam whispered, barely able to get the words out. “It’s okay…”

“Shh, you’re gonna be okay,” you sobbed, shaking your head as you gripped his hand tighter. “You’re gonna be fine, Sam. You’re gonna be okay. God, please, hear my prayer. Please.“

You whispered between sobs, your hand pressed desperately to Sam’s wound.

Sam’s eyes fluttered again, and his grip on your hand tightened just a little. “Y/N… I’m not… I’m not leaving…”

It was only then that you realized, despite everything—the blood, the fear, the uncertainty—Sam was still here. Still with you. And he was going to make it.

Just a little longer. Just a little more.

Your grip on his hand tightened, the pressure on his wound never wavering. You could feel his pulse steadying, the blood slowing, and with it, your heart slowly started to calm.

Sam would be okay.

You just had to believe it.

————

The hunt had gone sideways, fast. What was supposed to be a routine exorcism turned into a full-on battle with a pack of demons, and Dean was in the thick of it. You and Sam had been holding your own, but there had been a moment—just one moment—when you looked over to see Dean’s face pale and his hands gripping his side. Blood was seeping through his jacket.

"Dean!" you screamed, your heart hammering in your chest. He staggered backward, his gun falling to the floor as he gripped the side of his body, his breath ragged and labored.

Before you could even move toward him, Sam was already there. His face twisted in panic, his hands moving swiftly to assess the damage. The demons, for the moment, had retreated, but it was only a matter of time before they’d regroup.

“Y/N, hey, hey, I need your help!” Sam shouted, urgency in his voice as he helped Dean stagger to the wall. Dean’s face was pinched in pain, and his breaths were shallow and quick.

You rushed to his side, your hands trembling. “Dean, Dean, talk to me. You’re gonna be okay, right?”

His head lolled slightly, and he gave you a pained smile. "Hey, kid... Just a scratch. Don't freak out." But his voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

"Dean, don't do that! This isn’t just a scratch!" You were panicking, but you tried to stay focused as you helped Sam pull him down to the ground.

Sam worked quickly, tearing at Dean's shirt to reveal the wound. The demon had hit him with something sharp—something deep. His side was bleeding heavily, and you could see the panic in Sam’s eyes, too.

“I need pressure here,” Sam ordered. His voice was firm, but there was an edge of fear behind it.

You nodded, immediately placing your hands over the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. But the blood kept flowing, and Dean kept groaning in pain.

"Sam... it’s bad, right? It’s bad, isn’t it?" You couldn’t stop the tears from slipping down your face. Dean was your protector, your big brother. And now, you were the one who was supposed to protect him, and you weren’t doing a good enough job.

Dean’s hand weakly gripped yours, and despite the pain, he managed a smirk. "Y/N, I’m fine... I’ve had worse."

But you could see the fear in his eyes. And it scared you more than anything else. “Dean, don’t lie to me. You’re not fine. I need you to stay with me.”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his breath shaky, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

“Stay with me, Dean,” you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please."

Sam was still working, his face set with determination. He needed to get Dean stable, needed to keep him alive. But you knew Sam wasn’t Superman. He could do his best, but there were no guarantees.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. The only thing you could focus on was Dean’s life slipping away, and your hand holding his, desperate to keep him with you.

A sob escaped your chest as you pressed harder into his side, but the blood kept coming. “Please, God... please. I’m turning to you for help. Please be with us. I can’t lose him.”

You didn’t even think before the words started spilling from your lips. Your heart was breaking, your hands shaking, but you couldn’t let him go. You couldn’t.

“God... please, please, be with us. Please don’t take him from us.”

You were praying out loud, and you didn’t care if Sam heard, if Dean heard. You needed someone to hear.

You needed help.

“Dean... Please, please, stay with me. You promised you’d never leave me. You promised we’d always be together. You have to fight, Dean. Fight for me. Fight for us.”

You could feel the tears dripping onto his hand as you held it against your cheek, your voice barely audible but filled with so much raw emotion. “Don’t leave me, Dean.”

Dean’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought maybe he was gone. But then you felt a weak squeeze in your hand, a faint sound of him trying to speak.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Dean managed, his eyes barely open. He was pale, so pale, but his voice had strength behind it. “You’re not... getting rid of me that easy.”

Sam paused in his efforts, looking down at Dean. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, and you could see the concern and fear in Sam’s gaze. But there was something else there, too. Something you hadn’t noticed before.

It was hope.

You were unable to stop the flood of emotions. “Please, be with him God... keep him with us. Please, God. Please.”

Sam’s hands were steady as he worked, and you did your best to hold Dean steady, to keep him conscious. Every moment felt like an eternity, and you couldn’t help but whisper the prayer over and over.

Finally, Sam stood back, his face drawn, but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes. “I think... I think he’s stable.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked down at Dean, his hand still in yours. He wasn’t looking so good, but the life was still in him. That was all that mattered right now.

“Sam...” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Sam didn’t hesitate. He crouched down, his face serious but soft. “He will be okay, bug.”

The fear didn’t completely fade, but the weight was just a little bit lighter. You kept your hand on Dean’s, your thumb tracing his fingers as you whispered one last prayer, quieter this time but no less sincere.

“Thank you, God... thank you. For saving him.”

Dean’s lips twitched, his face still pale but softer than it had been before. His grip tightened on your hand, and you could see the flicker of something—maybe it was a smile, or maybe just a promise—that said he was going to fight. He was going to make it through this.

And so were you. Together.

Always.

—————

You were sitting at the kitchen table, eyes closed as you whispered your prayers aloud, words flowing in a soft murmur.

“Dear God… please watch over Sam,” you whispered, clutching the pendant around your neck. “I know he carries so much, I see it. He’s strong, but he’s hurting too. He always tries to protect everyone, even when he’s broken. Please… give him the peace he deserves. Let him know that he’s not alone. And please, keep him safe. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Sam had been in the other room, researching as usual, but he’d heard your soft voice from the hallway. At first, he hesitated, unsure if he should interrupt, but something inside him told him he needed to hear it. So, he stood still in the doorway, listening as you spoke your quiet prayer.

It wasn’t the first time you’d prayed for him, but hearing it like this, hearing your voice break with the weight of your words, struck him harder than he expected. He’d always known you cared for him deeply, but hearing it—hearing you plead for him with that kind of sincerity—was a different thing entirely.

When you finished, he felt a strange lump form in his throat. He had to step back, clear his head for a second. He couldn’t just barge in there, could he? But then, something told him that maybe you needed him too. So, after a long moment of hesitation, he gently knocked on the doorframe.

You startled, your eyes wide as you looked up from your prayer. Sam was standing there, shoulders hunched, a little sheepish but still carrying that warm, understanding look that always made you feel like you weren’t as alone in this world as you thought.

“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping into the room. “I… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just… I heard you.”

You bit your lip, awkwardly shifting in your chair. “I didn’t think anyone was listening.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually,” he admitted, but his eyes softened. “I just… I don’t know, I guess I needed to hear that. What you said. About me.”

You swallowed, the weight of the moment settling in. You hadn’t intended for Sam to hear that, but now that he had, it felt almost like a relief. Like a burden shared, even if just a little.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just… sometimes I get so scared, Sam. I don’t know if you know how hard it is, seeing you and Dean go through all this. It’s like… you carry the world on your shoulders, but I don’t know if you always know you don’t have to.”

Sam’s expression softened, and he sat down at the table across from you. “You know, I get why you pray. I get why you need to believe in something, something bigger. I think… I think I’ve spent so long searching for answers, trying to fix things, trying to make sense of this mess, that sometimes I forget that it’s okay to just… trust.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words.

“I don’t want you to think you’re alone in this, okay? I might not always show it, but I do hear you. And I care, more than you know. Maybe I don’t pray like you do, but… maybe I should. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have that hope, that peace, you know? Maybe you’re right.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You… you’d pray with me?”

Sam smiled, a little shy but warm, and there was that glimmer in his eyes again—the same one you had always recognized, the one that told you he was listening. “I think I’d like that.”

And for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to lift. You weren’t just his little sister, and he wasn’t just your big brother. In that quiet, sacred moment, you were both simply two people trying to navigate a world full of darkness, but willing to hold onto whatever light you could find.

You didn’t need to say anything else. Sam reached across the table, his hand covering yours in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. It wasn’t much, but it was everything. And maybe, just maybe, in that shared silence, you both found a little peace.

—————-

The air was thick, the weight of the truth that had been revealed hanging over the room like an oppressive storm cloud. You sat in the kitchen, your rosary beads pressed tightly in your hands, eyes fixed on the table in front of you but seeing nothing. Your lips trembled slightly, barely holding onto the fragile calm you'd been desperately clinging to.

You’d always believed.

In God. In His mercy. In His justice. You had always held onto the idea that no matter the horrors you faced, He was watching, guiding, and most importantly, He cared. Even after Heaven was torn apart, after you’d seen angels fall and fight amongst themselves, after everything the family had gone through—hell on Earth, demons, monsters, and battles that seemed to never end—your faith had been your anchor. The belief that there was still a higher purpose, something that made it all worth it.

You had prayed every day, even when everything seemed hopeless. You said grace over every meal, no matter how grim, no matter where you were. You wore your cross necklace close, a symbol that even in the darkest of times, your heart believed. You knew He cared. God had to care.

But now, after everything you’d learned about Chuck... the God who was supposed to be the Almighty, the one who wrote the stories of the universe, who had manipulated you, your brothers, and every soul in existence like pawns in a twisted game, it felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you. Chuck wasn’t a god. He was a writer. A man with no real divine compassion. He didn’t care. He used you all. He used the world. And the worst part was, you had believed in Him, trusted Him, and fought for Him, even when the signs pointed to something far darker.

The tears came without warning, a flood that had been building for years, finally bursting through. Your hands shook as you dropped your rosary onto the table and buried your face in your palms, choking back a sob.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You’d held onto the truth, the promise that God was good, that He had a plan, and that He cared. But now… you felt like you didn’t know anything anymore. You were empty. Like someone had ripped out your very soul and replaced it with the lies of a broken, indifferent God who had never cared. Never cared.

Footsteps echoed softly from the hallway, and without even looking up, you knew who it was. Sam and Dean. They’d been keeping an eye on you all night, sensing your emotions. They knew. They always did.

Dean’s voice broke through your broken thoughts, sharp and blunt. “You okay, kid?”

You tried to pull yourself together, but it was no use. You could barely breathe through the sobs as the truth about Chuck swirled in your mind. The betrayal. The manipulation. The idea that all of your life, all of your prayers had been meaningless.

Sam’s presence was like a balm, steady and calming, as he stepped into the kitchen and sat down next to you. His voice was calm, but his words were full of understanding. “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay. Whatever you're feeling, you don’t have to carry it alone.”

Dean leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at you with a mix of concern and frustration. “Chuck’s a dick. A huge dick. Playing with people’s lives like that, like we're just... toys or some stupid experiment? Not how I pictured God, that’s for damn sure.” His voice was harsh, but underneath, there was that classic Dean anger, the kind that burned when something was deeply wrong. “Look, you’ve been holding onto this thing, this belief in God, for as long as I can remember. And I know how hard you’ve fought to believe in something bigger, something good. But don’t let him ruin that for you.”

You shook your head, your heart breaking. “I—I don’t understand. How could He let us go through all of this? All the pain? The suffering? How could He… how could He use us like that?”

Sam’s voice softened, but his tone carried that steady resolve that always came out when he was trying to help you make sense of things. “I know it’s hard to process, especially after everything that’s happened. It doesn’t make sense. Chuck was never who we thought He was. But that doesn’t mean everything you’ve believed in is a lie. It doesn’t change the good you’ve tried to bring into this world, the way you’ve always fought for what’s right.” He took a breath, his voice growing firmer. “You’ve always kept faith in people, in the idea that things can be better. And that’s something Chuck can’t take from you. Not now, not ever.”

Dean pushed off the wall and took a step closer, the anger still there, but now mixed with something more protective. “He used us, alright? Used you. You’re right to be pissed. You don’t get to screw with people’s lives like that and expect to get away with it. Hell, if I could get my hands on him, I’d—” He stopped himself, biting back the words, his jaw clenched. “But you’ve got us. You’ve got me. And you’re not going through this alone. You’re still here. That means something. You mean something.”

You wiped your eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Your faith had always been your rock. Without it, you felt adrift. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Hey,” Dean said, crouching down in front of you, his voice rough but softer now. “I get it. I do. This whole thing, it’s a mess. It’s like the rug got yanked out from under you, and you’re standing there wondering what the hell’s left. But don’t let Chuck—don’t let any of this—make you question you. You’ve always had that faith, that fight in you. And that? That’s what matters. Not whatever the hell Chuck thinks he’s doing. You’ve got a hell of a lot of fight left in you.”

You shook your head again, feeling like the whole world was spinning. "I don’t know how to do this," you whispered, voice breaking. "I don’t know how to keep going with no faith. How do I keep believing in a God who let this happen to us?”

Sam’s hand was on your shoulder, warm and steady. He gave a small, comforting squeeze before speaking. “You’re not the only one who’s had doubts. You think I haven’t questioned my faith? Hell, after everything we’ve been through, who wouldn’t? But that’s the thing—you don’t have to have all the answers. You just have to keep going. It’s okay to feel lost. You don’t have to have it all figured out right now. But you’re still here, and that means you’ve got something inside of you, something worth holding onto.”

Dean’s eyes softened, but the hard edge was still there. “You don’t need to have it all figured out right now. Hell, none of us do. But the thing is, you’re still here. We’re still here. We don’t stop. We don’t quit. And if you think for one second I’m gonna let Chuck’s mess tear you apart, you’re wrong. I don’t care if I have to drag you out of this pit by your bootstraps, but you’re not doing this alone.”

You looked at them, your brothers who had always been there, even when the world fell apart around you. Maybe you didn’t have all the answers. Maybe your faith had been shattered, but they were still here. Still your brothers. Still family.

“Okay,” you whispered, voice raw but determined. “I don’t know what comes next, but we’re in this together. We’ll figure it out.”

And as the weight of the truth still pressed down on you, the warmth of your brothers’ presence was enough to make you believe that, at least for now, you could keep going.

[gingernut1314]

As Sweet As Sugar Bonus Scene

Gojo x GN!Reader

Summary: Gojo calls a meeting with the whole school to announce your relationship.

Warnings: Set sometimes during season 1ish, just fun back and forth between characters, slight mention of Star Plasma Vessel Arc, poor Gojo can't ever escape his students bullying, pet name (reader to Gojo)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I thought of this little scene and just needed to try and write it. This can be read as its own fic, but it is a little extra scene from As Sweet As Sugar which is technically it's part 1. I hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly

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“Since you all are my children and I raised you through blood, sweat, and tears, I thought it was only fair I told you all the happy news,” Gojo spoke, standing in front of the whole school in the auditorium. You knew he had been up to no good when he had convinced Yaga to hold this meeting. You almost had been delusional enough to believe he wouldn’t say anything about you and him becoming a couple. 

But who were you trying to kid? This was Saturo Gojo you’re talking about. Of course, he was going to announce it to everyone he could. 

You heard a murmur go up from the students--mainly them grumbling and complaining about Gojo “not being their dad”. 

“Me and that lovely professor over there.” He pointed your way, a wide grin crossing his glossy lips. “Are together. They’re my partner. He he my partner.” Gojo said, looking like a kid who had just opened his birthday present. 

The auditorium fell silent. So silent you would have thought Gojo had told everyone someone had died. 

“It’s pretty awesome right?” He beamed, looking right back at you with that bright smile of his. A smile that never failed to make your own pull to your lips.

“Really?” Maki started in that flat, ever-disapproving tone of hers.

“Holy crap. I think I’m gonna vomit.” Nobara said, slapping a hand over her mouth like she really would. 

“That guy?” Maki continued with a shake of her head, her ponytail swooshing behind her. 

“That guy?!” Nobara popcorned off Maki, flinging her hand from her mouth to point at Gojo who had yet to take his attention off of you. Attention that only made you more flustered and giddy the longer you were under it. “You know he doesn’t even moisturize! What kinda monster doesn’t moisturize!” 

“Awe…guys. Don’t you think you’re going a bit too far?” Yuji, ever the Gojo supporter, joined in, scratching the back of his head as he looking towards his friend. “They like each other isn’t that--”

“No. It’s weird.” Megumi added, arms crossed over his chest looking as grumpy as ever. “Gojo’s an idiot. Our professor could do better.” 

“Exactly!” Nobara popped in once more.

“Come on, Megumi. Can’t be happy for your old man?” Gojo’s attention unfortunately pulled from you then, leaning on the podium he stood behind. “So sad. Where did I go wrong?” He shook his head in mock disappointment. Megumi only stared blankly at his benefactor, utterly unamused.

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki chimed in, making Gojo gasp. 

“Really? You too kid?” 

“Salmon roe.” The second year said with a shrug. 

“Uh…I think he’s right. Ain't there some kinda rule about this? Like teachers can’t date other teachers?” Panda said, turning to look toward Yaga who was watching the whole thing unfold from nearby, expression unreadable.

“Of course, there isn’t!” Gojo said exasperated. “That would be cruel and, frankly, unjust.” 

“There is,” Yaga said making Gojo groan dramatically, plopping his forehead against the dark wood of the podium he was all but sprawled over. 

“You all just don’t want to see me be happy huh?” Gojo moaned pitifully. “Where are the third years? They’d be happy for us.” He turned his head to look your way once more, a big pout on his lips. You knew if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, he might have mustered up some crocodile tears for everyone.

“Mission.” You said earning another dramatic groan from Gojo. “Sorry, baby.” A round of displeased sounds boomed from the gathered students, even your fellow teacher Kusakabe gave a cringe. Gojo popped right up quickly, shouting back and fighting with the students like he was just another one of them. 

You might have stepped in and stopped them all did you not know Gojo loved this. He loved these kids, even when they were very very direct with their thoughts. He loved that they were comfortable enough with him to be able to argue back--to speak their minds. And you loved that it made Gojo happy. Loved that he was able to give these kids a bit of childhood you, him, and the rest of the alumni of this school never truly got. 

A shoulder bumped into yours, pulling your eyes from everyone. You instantly knew even without looking her way that it was Shoko. You knew just from the smell of the heavy perfume she wore to try and mask the musky scent of her last cigarette she had been trying, and failing, to not have.

“About time, huh.” She said, the bags under her eyes seeming darker as she looked back at Gojo, who was still shouting and playfully arguing with everyone. “You two deserve it. We’ve been through enough.” She said, eyes growing distant. You knew what she was thinking of. Who she was thinking of. “Be happy for the rest of us, yeah?” You nodded, nudging her lightly back.

“We will. But we’ll all be happy.” Shoko gave you a smile that seemed too weak to be genuine. One that never seemed to reach her tired eyes. Hadn't reached her eyes in some time.

“Hey. I’m happy as can be. Get to dissect bodies all day and heal paper cuts. My cup of tea.” You shook your head at the dryness of her humor. 

“I think you’re gonna have to heal Saturo’s ego after this.” You said, earning a huff of amusement and another light nudge from Shoko.

“Oh, but that’s your job now.”

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[faerieinthehumanworld]

Okay, fuck it, we Frankenposting

Tis the season to obsess over this damn book again, let’s go.

I’m specifically thinking about the new movie that’s being released on Netflix later this year, because when I received that news I started screaming. That's not even an exaggeration.

(rest under the cut, I like to yap)

I heard from a friend, and she told me that it was going to be directed by Guillermo del Toro, and I almost keeled over. I do not know much about the man, but I know that he directed the Shape of Water, and while I have never watched it, I have heard many things about it and seen the trailer. This is why I got so very excited.

This man can do symbolism. He understands symbolism, and he understands character, and he is INCREDIBLE at getting the audience to think about the things he puts in his films. I can tell the themes of SoW just from the trailer. And those are not light themes either, they are dealing with questions like "what is the difference between human and monster?" and "When do those lines blur?"

This makes him the PERFECT person to adapt Frankenstein, and I have so much hope for this project because he is the right man for the job. It's clearly very book accurate from what I can tell, and on top of that the dialogue clearly seems to be setting up some themes that are very central the novel.

In addition, the cinematography looks glorious, I legit cannot tell what the Creature looks like (A+ editing choice for the trailer), and I am enamored with Oscar Isaac as Victor. That is a fantastic casting choice, and he can pull it off, I just know.

If there is a single person on earth who can pull of a satisfying Frankenstein adaptation, it's Guillermo del Toro.

Okay, serious stuff out of the way, now you get my reactions to the trailer in the form of screenshots!

This was the thing that clued me in that it was going to be good. I mean, you don't do the ship in the Arctic part of the story unless you are COMMITTED. Also, do you think we'll get nonlinear storytelling? I'm curious.

Are you kidding me with this shot?!?!??!?!?!? hOlY cRaP there goes my soul out of my body

Chrysalis coffin? Chrysalis coffin. Chrysalis coffin!!

The symbolism is symbolizing already!!

I love this man. He looks so scraggly. Loving the long disheveled hair decision and the apparent decision to make him a proper consumption-ridden Victorian ingenue like God intended. I will enjoy watching his life fall apart.

From the context I'm assuming this is Elizabeth. Wedding outfit? Traveling outfit? Context unclear! Very excited anyway.

Side note: I will probably post a whole thing about costumes after seeing it.

I see they're going the lightning route, which is fine because it's much more narratively interesting. I mean, Victor never told us how he did it in the original, so for all we know it could be this. They're so intertwined at this point that you can't separate Frankenstein from the concept of lightning. (I love it).

DO I EVEN NEED TO COMMENT ON THIS

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

This movie is going to kill me, I can already tell.

You know why?

" It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils." - Victor Frankenstein

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, Chapter IV, page 36. 1818 edition text, Oxford University Press.

this is right before he reanimates his creation

My god. I'm not sure I'm ready.

I've never been excited for something like this in years, not since Poor Things.

Interact so I can rant about Frankenstein some more.

[wordyneonlights]

AHEM

Here are my unsolicited arcane thoughts

Ep 4

The PARALLELS between Jinx mourning Silco and Cait mourning her mom

And the PARALLELS between Isha leaving without telling Jinx because she wanted to help and Powder doing the exact same thingggg as a kid

Flipping Cait sleeping with ginger enforcer lady (girl, why can't you be professionally entangled with Vi??????)

The enforcer not knowing Jinx, please that was too funny.

And the Jinx/Sevika dynamic????? It's giving older sis and bratty younger sis. I love it

And can we just acknowledge how GOOD Sevika looks???? Like, oh my gosh, I'm salivating that undercut mmmffggggg.gg

That scene with everyone appreciating Jinx, touching her shoulders and hands in that sort of 'well done' gesture. Goshhhh I'm sure she's never had that many people count on her and then actually succeeded in that way before.

Jinx found Isha... ugh I'm in tears

That Victor frankenstein dupe is one messed up mf holy crap????

Ep 5.

Vi... Holy shit. Please, writers, give her more than twenty seconds of happiness.

On the other hand I do love the new look... minus the alcoholism of course.

ALSO, what the FLIP happened to my boy Ekko???? He's my emotional support character he can't be dead !!!!!

Caitlyn and Ambessa proof of why we probably shouldn't support woman's wrongs.

Ayeeee Mel's back !! And hallucinating vividly, love that for her. The braids do be screaming for moisture, though.

Ohhhh step into the light is giving beauty and the beast. And we've got a sibling reunion !!!! And Kino's fine as hell damn.

Gosh Vi all I need is five minutes and a red bull please just give me one chanceeee. The black and red is so working for her.

Vi, vi, vi seeing the way Jinx cares for isha the way she cared/cares for powder.

Ah, so Victor Frankenrevek is trying to pull a Mr Freeze

And Mel, gosh, poor Mel... who has explodey captain marvel powers ??? Is that what protected her during the explosion???

Vanders note and what might have been and that beautiful shot of Vi and Jinx (aslo alluding to what might have been) chat I can't take this anymore.

Silco???? Holy crap he looks so... normal??? Content??? Free of anguish??? And Vander seems so light and at peace.

Oh, Silco's eyes??? HELLO!!! Beautiful and gorgeous holy crap

THAT WAS VI'S MOM !!!!! VANDER NAMED VI !!!!!!! NO ONE TALK TO ME NO ONE LOOK AT ME !!!!

I'm in tears.

What have they done to us

Holy shit JAYCE???? Um, ok ya'll you've convinced me. While I love the reunion and all WHERE IS EKKO ! ! !

And heimerdinger of course.

Uh.... Jayce, I'm not sure cold blooded murder is going to solve your hextech problem

Ep 6

What do you mean after this there's only three more then it's finished?????

Viktor seems ... slightly unhinged but good for him I think ???

I want to ride Ambessa's abs

Did Viktor make a commune???

Love is actually so beautiful and powerful omigosh.

Vi and Jinx and their parents and their memories I am this close to losing my mind. Please, writers, let Vi have happiness and peace, please, pretty please, pretty pretty please with cherries on top.

Arcane is actually just about the lengths we go for love, i will be taking no counterarguments.

Vi PLEASE give me your eyeshadow tutorial, I'll give you the best head of your life if you show me how to-

HOLY SHIT VI/CAIT REUNION IM NOT OK

Ugh why do hot women have to have bad morals.

And here comes Jayce, ya'll this episode is TENSE.

Writers give Vi happiness that lasts for more than 20 seconds challenge.

I wanna eat those blue red fruit things.

Jinx experiencing big sisterhood, good for her !!!

Honest + Patient + Shut the fuck up= trust. Got it!

Oh Caitlyn, i knew I could trust you (no, I didn't, but I love to be proven wrong).

Jayce, my brother, please calm it down, you're disturbing the commune.

Oh HELL yeah, Jinx v Ambessa's dickrider I love itttt

OHHHHH YEAH VANDER IS BACK BITCHESSSSS

JAYCE !!!! BRO!!!!! What the FLIP?!?!??!!

Oh my shit I think bro just committed mass murder.

CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LET THESE GIRLS WIN????? PLEASE!!!!!! PLEASE?!?!!??!?!

Rage, compassion, hate

Oh Viktor...

Fuck I hate this show, what the fuck.

[foundfam2754]

S17e7 live reactions!

spoilers...obviously

am i the only one who's always nervous before a new episode? i just might too invested in this show after all

i have avoided spoilers all day, let's do this thing

why hasn't this FBI director ever come back into the storyline? i feel like it means a big twist might come back in the season finale...

is this unsub connected to gold star???

oh my god his skin jfc

man you know the quiet unsubs are the scariest

WHAT THE FUCK HIS SKULL

this guy is just saying what he needs to isn't he to get out

holy crap okay what a start to this episode

i'm closing my eyes omg

how do you even build something like that in your apartment - WITHOUT getting hurt

OMG WHAT. THE. FUCK. holy crap aisha did you direct this to scare the bejeesus out of me THAT IS HIS ACTUAL SKULL

OH I JUST SAW FELICITY'S NAME COME UP - welcome, dr. jill gideon!!

damn damn damn PG's outfits this ep!! damn

where are tara and dave? and tyler? and everyone else lol

wait also is my favorite friendship group - penelope, her best friends, and her boyfriend

HAHA emily, poor tyler

ok I kinda love tyler the profiler

"flex" lol why did that sound so wrong coming out of paget's mouth

"mr. sensitive" lol buddy's getting hit left and right

i feel like....that's not a lot of files for 4 years

anyone getting "don't 'Emily' me" vibes

not sure you can say that dave - emily "died", and you were buried underground

lol "that's adorable!"

"i don't have asthma" "you will in a minute" lmao i love their friendship

that's an incredible shot omg (of them turned back from each other, holding hands in bed)

okay as a psych major, this whitepaper stuff is really intellectually interesting

OH THE STARE TO MR GREEN

"of course I am, but not with this" lol i love chaotic emily

"Garcia" ah so he's not so in love anymore is he

aww i never really connected with gideon, but I do miss him <3

EMILY YOU WERE FORBIDDEN

aww road trip!

ergh... smarmy lawyer

elias does love a good contingency

man sicarius is a good profiler

holy crap elias you are straight up horrifyingly evil

"polite. nonviolent" lol i love how funny this season is

YOU ARE NOT FRIENDS YOU LOVE HIM HE LOVES YOU PENELOPE YOU ARE KILLING ME

also don't tell me "it's why you and i are finally friends" ISN'T flirting

"thanks, friend!" "you're welcome, friend!" okay they are straight up flirting, listen to the tone, her facial expression, his facial expression, THEY ARE FLIRTING

also calm down kids, jj's right there

"how's hotch?" "what about derek morgan?" "spencer?" lol they're really honing in that our bois are gone :(

AW BB JASON IN THE CORNER IN THE PHOTO FRAME

oh there's a difference between fiancé and fianceé? i didn't think there was

"has a goatee he thinks makes him look very distinguished" lmao

oh my god he slept with her didn't he

HOW WERE GIDEON AND HE FRIENDS AFTER THAT

lol rossi was such a player

HAHA omg EMILY YOU ARE SO BAD. i love how chaotic she's being

why do i have a feeling emma may be a figment of his imagination?

sir, she's bleeding

damn luke's so hot as he's profiling

WHAT? Okay I did not see that coming

BRO I KNEW IT EMMA'S A FIGMENT

luke and the megaphone!! i repeat, luke and the megaphone!!

lol i just realized this show is always sending luke and jj into very dangerous situations

wait this ep is so good man, the plot's amazing and heartbreaking at the same time, we got garvez nuggets, em's hilarious, and aisha's directing is goddamn incredible

NO WAY, THERE'S ANOTHER KIT?

elias is such a good villain, damn

lawyer man, maybe listen to the scary man? don't open it?

and as jill walks in, we continue the trend in this show of david rossi's ex-girlfriends showing up years later to shock him (oh god they’re gonna get married, aren’t they)

tara and luke be like "who's this lady?"

OKAY I'M SO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK LFG