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invisible-pink-toast · 7 days ago

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can't get over the idea of a yellowjackets au where van dies from her injuries from the wolf attack.

everything still happens the same in s1. van survives the attack, tai stays with her, the others help carry her back, they stitch her up. laura lee dies trying to fly for help. tai makes them masks and they come out at doomcoming. the hunt happens. van tries to explain about the connection with Something out here in the wilderness. tai dismisses her before trying to comfort her and smooth things over. lottie kills the bear. jackie dies in her sleep.

but van's injuries become infected. there's nothing they can do. does she hide it from the others at first? does she take shrooms and drink berry wine to dull the pain? it's not quick, like laura lee and jackie.

tai blames herself. van doesn't blame her, but she doesn't understand how she could survive plane crashes and fire and wolves only to die from blood poisoning. lottie comes out with some of the wilderness cult stuff (this is what It wants and all that) and tai could kill her, but it brings van comfort, so tai relents. at least van's able to say goodbye before she dies.

tai wouldn't keep her in the meat shed. tai would want to cremate her right away, like after the wolf attack.

and tai... well she is the queen of repression. i think she'd just soldier on. keep trying to keep everyone together, help shauna through her pregnancy, survive the winter, while anytime she falls asleep her subconscious takes over and her grief causes chaos.

there's a deep connection between tai, lottie and shauna. because they all lost the person they loved most. they all blame themselves. and they're all handling it (or not handling it) very differently.

and maybe season 2 plays out very similarly. van's scenes are pretty much all with tai anyway. tai still talks with van in private. she knows it's just a part of grief, she knows van's not a ghost and not really there (right?) but she feels crazy anyhow.

shauna talking with jackie's corpse freaks tai out (projecting much) but lottie insists it's healthy. tai finds out shauna's moving jackie's body around and she loses it. they're going to cremate jackie right away, like they should've done from the start. lottie stands up for shauna. everyone else lets the three of them fight it out. as jackie burns, it's shauna, tai and lottie standing at the alter.

after the cannibalism of jackie - is tai conflicted about not eating van? logically from the waste of meat/resources, or emotionally from the connection it could've brought even after death? given that it was Other Tai who ate jackie and how horrified tai was the morning after, she was probably relieved van was able to be laid to rest without any more guilt or suffering

tai sees van participating in the wilderness stuff. bringing birds to lottie and kneeling, sitting in the morning prayer groups. is it guilt over what van would've been doing if she was alive? some secret part of tai admitting that she wants to believe too? van's spirit trying to encourage tai?

a major difference could be who's helping tai with her sleepwalking. maybe no one, and it's a spectre of van out in the woods with Other Tai. maybe it's shauna, who already knows about the problem and offered to stay with tai during the night before. or lottie, who sees Other Tai's connection with the wilderness as something divine. or akilah, who wants to protect her friend and slowly starts to believe there's something more going on out there (setting her up for s3).

a possibility is: in terms of the show, if van died between s1 and 2, and we're keeping the mystery going, maybe it's not clear at first that van has died. in 1996 when they talk in private or tai watches her and looks guilty it's not yet clear why. lottie tries to talk with tai and connect but tai brushes her off, but it's ambiguous as to What they're talking about, maybe just about the wilderness. no one talks about what happened to van because taissa doesn't want to.

in 2021 when tai's marriage is falling apart and she's sleepwalking again and Other Tai pushes her to find van, maybe she still does. she finds the adult van and begs for help. van tries but she thinks tai's not facing the real issue here.

and we eventually realise van is dead. there are hints at it, easier to notice in hindsight. but tai and van go to lottie's retreat and only tai is acknowledged. someone stumbles onto teen tai with van and asks who she's talking to and tai defensively walks off claiming she's just thinking out loud. the loss of the baby is what finally cracks tai's wall of grief and she and lottie attempt to talk as they look for crystal/kristin.

after javi's death, it could be tai who talks with travis. it could also still be van - travis is talking with dead people now too.

for the cave dreams in s3 maybe it's tai who takes van's place. haunted by fire and those who've died. or mari, who's conflicted about whether ben started the fire. and when they're in the classroom because i'm not confined with actor's schedules or payment they're surrounded by those who've died in the wilderness. rachel, laura lee, jackie, van, crystal/kristin, javi. mindlessly sitting and listening to lottie's lecture.

but it's van that tai calls on to help her when she's chosen to kill ben. it's van who suggests connecting with Other Tai and tries to help. (real ghost van? or a figment of tai's grief?)

and after the frog scientists have come and they hope to find rescue - lottie, shauna and tai are staying. why would they go, when what they want is still here?

in the adult timeline, of course tai is haunted by wolves. a wolf took her first love from her.

this would change s3's adult storyline a lot but i wasn't thrilled with tai's story anyway (tawny and lauren were amazing though). tai could be trying to save her marriage and family and career while being very haunted by her dead girlfriend. and van could still have a role - being the embodiment of the connection to the wilderness. or perhaps a more corrupted version after everything (like the laura lee adult lottie sees in s2) giving a voice to Other Tai or to tai's darkest desires as tai still tries to piece her "perfect" life back together. but she could be in new york and take a carriage ride through central park and eat pretzels with van, only she's alone in the carriage.

#this made me sad #but i still think it would be a great storyline #i absolutely adore taivan #but i feel like they saved van after the wolf attack because they loved the character and liv's portrayal (fair)#but then didn't really know what to do after that? especially in the adult timeline.#plus someone needed to die of infection out there let's be real #van #van palmer #tai #taissa turner #taivan #yellowjackets #my meta #my post #yellowjackets au #van dies au #wolf attack

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 2 years ago

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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 2

The night started with only one body, and now there are two; both the Headmage and the Ramshackle Prefect are dead. Will the killer ever be found before more people die?

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Murder, blood, death, reader death, character death, description of a dead body & method of death, dead dove content in general

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It was foolish, it was dangerous, but Jade could not blame the Ramshackle prefect for wanting out of that room. He may be used to — in some sense — the eyes clouded in distrust that are usually sent his way, but the Prefect? To have their friends turn on them in such a manner? He could not blame them for fleeing, for wanting to distance themselves. Yet, fleeing was how they ended up in this situation, and Jade froze at the top of the staircase to the main hall.

He had seen blood before, for the ocean was not a kind place, he had witnessed death, but the scene in front of him? He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.

In some sick turn of events, you were now dead. Glassy eyes, and a peaceful expression on your face. You didn’t know… it was sudden.

“Jade-” Azul was coming up from down the hall… he wouldn’t be able to see the scene, and Jade lifted his hand, motioning him to stop, which Azul did. “... did you find them?”

Jade nodded, and Azul could tell from his posture that something was horribly wrong. He was shaken, a rare sight, which could only spell the worst.

…

Everyone had come back to the mirror chamber, with the last two people being Jade and Azul. All eyes were on them.

“What’s with the gloomy faces,” Cater asked, fidgeting with his phone, a nervous habit.

Jade cleared his throat, “The Prefect is dead.” His voice was monotone, but everyone could tell that it disturbed him, a rare thing indeed.

Several things happened at once. Professor Crewel started shaking visibly. Rook had silent tears rolling down his face. Vil took a step back, face pale. Cater stopped fidgeting and was now clenching his fists. And Silver clenched his jaw, and was standing stiff as a board.

Whoever the killer was, they did a good job of hiding it. Did they find this amusing? Why did they do this? What is their motive?

“Who came across them?” Professor Crewel said through gritted teeth.

Jade looked at the man with suspicion, “I did, sir.” He knew what the next question would be; ‘how did they die?’ “... their throat had been slit.”

If he had done it, wouldn’t he be covered in blood? Eyes scanned over everyone, but as far as they could all tell, no one had a speck of blood on them.

“We need to stick together,” Azul spoke up, analyzing everyone knowing they were doing the same in turn to him. “And since the prefect,” his voice pitched a bit, his emotions getting the better of him, “was innocent, we have to vote again.”

Everyone shuffled, but once again they all wrote down who they thought the murderer was, the room, and the weapon; whoever killed Crowley had thought it would be ‘funny’ to dispose of the Prefect in the manner the majority thought they had disposed of the Headmage.

“Seven people, eight rooms, six weapons. One person is guilty, two dead, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The mirror repeated what it had said last time, but with adjustments to reflect what had happened since then.

Everyone waited with bated breath as the mirror started to show who was voted. And in the mirror was Professor Crewel in the main hall, with his mage stone in hand.

The mirror then faded again to black, “He is not the killer. The Headmage was not killed in the main hall. The weapon is magic.”

Divus was shaking again, and everyone knew that this time it was anger; he was first angry that the Prefect was killed, as he was technically responsible for them with being staff and all, but now that his own students had thought him capable that he would murder Crowley. Yes, the man aggravated him to no end, but he wouldn’t stoop to homicide of all things. And these pups had also thought that he would slit the throat of one of his own students… So yes, he was angry, rightfully so.

Instead of lashing out though, Divus took in a long breath through his nose, and let it out through his mouth, getting a grip on himself. He was the eldest here, he couldn’t let his ire and grief get the best of him and make him do something foolish… that’s how you had met your end after all.

“From here on out we will be staying together,” he barked out. “Do not stray from the group. Am I understood?”

Everyone gave him a pensive nod as their answer, turning their eyes back to one another, judging, analyzing, trying to pin a motive on one another.

Divus cracked his whip against the ground, gathering everyone’s attention. “Now, Jade, can you show us where the Prefect is?”

Everyone looked to Jade, and he nodded, guiding everyone to the main hall. “Do be warned though,” he murmured, just loud enough so that everyone could hear him, “it isn’t for the weak of heart.”

…

It had been a few hours since Crowley was killed, and now everyone understood why the crime scene was so clean; magic killed him, someone had used their magic to kill the Headmage. But your death was not clean, it was a bloody mess. And since Jade had seen the scene before, everyone else had not.

Rook grimaced but didn’t look away from you, tears running down his face again. Silver put his hand over his mouth and looked away, as if he was going to be sick. Cater nearly fainted, and was bracing himself on the bannister. Divus was shaking again, and his anger was back in full force. Vil had seen you, but then looked up to the ceiling; he didn’t want his last memory of you to be this. And Azul, Azul was shaking, and pacing; thinking.

Jade’s jaw was clenched, and he wasn’t looking at the scene again, but his mind was trying to put the pieces together. Why kill the Prefect?

But his train of thought was interrupted by a loud crash of thunder, and the power went out. The thunder continued for a solid minute, drowning out any other sounds. And by the time the power flickered weakly back on, Professor Crewel was crumpled on the ground, face distorted in anger and shock.

He was dead, much like the Headmage and the Prefect.

There was no blood this time either, with the weapon finally pinned, it seemed like the murderer stuck with it, playing into this game. A sick game… would he win? Or can the remaining students find him before there is no one left?

LINK TO FORM (Voting will end on Friday, October 13th at 9 pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show? (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

...

To be continued

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 6 days ago

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What do you think of the parallels between Peter and Ginny, of being the overlooked one in the friend group? Do you think Ginny could've become a traitor at any point? What would happen if she did?

Thoughts on Peter and why he became a traitor.

It's Not a Parallel

Sorry, anon, the thing is, Ginny is never a part of the gang.

Peter was very clearly one of the four friends and is treated as such by every single character we see talk about that group. Now, McGonagall notes that he was clearly the friend no one liked, that she thought he was just a hanger on that James and Sirius tolerated because they felt bad for him in school, however he was clearly a part of the Marauders.

His name was on the map, he got a nickname, he was in the Order with them, he was a part of the group.

Ginny's a part of what I might call... the B-Team, some call it the Silver Trio. The gang is Ron, Harry, and Hermione. That's it, they don't have room for anyone else, if they're doing anything then that is the first and primary pick of who gets to be involved. They're the ones who are best friends, who hang out together all the time, and Harry has 0 other friends.

Such that in sixth year, when he tries talking to Ginny in school when they first get there, he realizes it's weird and awkward because... oh right, Ginny's not a part of the group and actually has other friends and Harry never hangs out with her, shit this is weird :/

Ron and Hermione are the ones Harry tells everything, they're the ones he turns to for advice, and they're the ones he agrees to take Horcrux hunting.

Where Ginny gets involved is she gets to be girlfriend... for two weeks after which Harry realizes that maybe it's not such a good idea to have a girlfriend. Then she gets told nothing and gets to be sent back to Hogwarts.

Her other moment of participation is that, being one of the most loyal members of the DA, she manages to get involved with the Department of Mysteries fiasco... and that's about it.

Neville, Luna, and Ginny are the B-team, Harry will happily rely on them when he Ron and Hermione need extra help for whatever reason, or else Harry will be proud and glad to be their friend when he finds out they've been fighting the good fight while he's doing something else, but they're not in the gang.

Poor Neville's been trying to get into the gang for years, he ain't in the gang, he'll never be in the gang.

Luna paints a mural of how much she loves her friends and Harry looks at it and thinks "... I didn't think we were that close, this is awkward".

The gang is Ron, Harry, and Hermione, and that's it.

And Ginny is well aware of this, as are Neville and Luna.

Would Ginny Turn Traitor?

No.

She knows she's not a part of the friend group, at the end of the series she isn't even Harry's girlfriend anymore, and before sixth year she had no hope of him being interested at all.

And being bitter over being the friend no one liked isn't the reason Peter turned, at least, not all of it. I think a lot of his motivation was terror and certainty the Dark Lord would win, and that if he was caught hanging out with the Order without explicitly switching sides, then he was fucked.

Ginny, meanwhile, is not the type to sell her grandmother for a bar of soap like Peter, and turning traitor would mean selling out her entire family, all her friends, and Harry Potter. It's something she would never consider, let alone do, she would die a thousand times in horrible battle before she did that.

As shown by her trying to steal the Sword of Gryffindor from Snape's office and then fleeing to the Room of Requirement.

She considers Percy to be a hopeless sellout for having sided with the Ministry, not even Voldemort.

What Would Happen if She Did

They tell themselves she must be under the imperius, because why the hell else would Ginny become a Death Eater.

Harry, too, is convinced, doubly so because Voldemort must have figured out Ginny was his girlfriend/the Weasleys are close to him, and thus is striking a blow to the Weasleys by stealing Ginny and making her do horrible things to her.

Harry's convinced that Stan Shunpike is under the imperius, that he can't possibly be a Death Eater, he'll never accept that Ginny is one.

(And in this case, he's probably right, because I just don't see Ginny doing this.)

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #ginny weasley #meta #headcanon #opinion

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bluemoonscape · 2 months ago

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CAN U GO MORE INTO DEPTH ABOUT YUKI’S INVOLVEMENT IN THE DRAWING OF THE CARDS!!!!

OH MY GOD YEAH ABSOLUTELY HI HELLO

Okay so, remember the bear Lottie killed at the end of S1? In S2E4, it’s mentioned that someone stole the remaining bear meat from the meat shack but never revealed who, exactly, did it. I assume they’d been rationing it pretty severely seeing as they were still hungry enough to consume Jackie’s remains. It’s one of those small mysteries in the show (i.e. who shit in the pee bucket) that we never know a concrete answer to.

So this is where Yuki comes in! Before the crash, she struggled constantly with the pressures of being an immigrant still trying to adjust to life in New Jersey, having frequent counseling sessions to attend for her spotty history with adolescent delinquency, and trying to juggle grades and varsity on top of all this. This chaos manifested in her developing an eating disorder. On top of this, she’s been vegan her whole life, so you can imagine the shock of going from forcing herself to eat very little, and never meat, to eating as much as she can being necessary for her survival and only having meat available to do this.

Yuki actually becomes one of the most, shall we say enthusiastic cannibals of the group, because for her, it’s a release of expectation and an invitation to let go of polite society entirely. Though she participates in Snackie, her hunger isn’t satisfied for long and she panics at the prospect of starving again. So, rather than letting this happen, she steals the rest of their food stores (the bear meat) and finds a place to hide it from the others. The stolen food is a huge reason why the group has to do the card draw in the finale in the first place—they’re all starving and are out of their stores, no wildlife has been hunted recently, and so they have to eat one of their own. Yuki doesn’t mention a thing about how she stole the meat, certain she’d be automatically chosen for the hunt if she did. Instead she encouraged the drawing and stood silent while everyone drew. She was one of the first to chase after Nat when she bolted. She tried to kill Nat on the ice even after Javi fell through the ice, claiming that she couldn’t run from fate, but she was wrestled off of Nat by Misty. Thus, Javi drowns and Nat is chosen as the new leader—which, strangely, despite Yuki’s former enthusiasm to kill her, she accepts with no trouble.

#thank you dearly for the ask i love oc yapping #asks #yellowjackets oc #yellowjackets ocs #yellowjackets original character

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lixenn · 1 year ago

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KHR Ask Game 3.0

I'M BACK! And I come bringing even more specific, totally unhinged questions!

Go wild folks!

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🕶️*hands you a crown* You are now a person of political significance and assassins are after you *le gasp* Which KHR character do you choose as your permanent bodyguard?

🏦You are up to your nose in debt (damn you merch addiction shakes *fist at sky*). The solution: Bank robbery. Which KHR character is your partner in crime? Note: All Mists are currently in quarantine because a virus broke out that only affects their flame type, so no access to reality breaking bullshit for you my friend!

🩸You have been dragged into the Varia. Why? Well, the pay is great and there's excellent eyecandy. So! What would be your go-to murder method?

🎁 *bonk* "Fuck!" A box has fallen into your lap. It seems like it can be opened via flames. It could be anything: a weapon, a box animal, random junk or radioactive waste some dipshit sealed away for shit and giggles. It's a ✨ mystery box ✨ What will you do with it?

⚙️You somehow, in some way ended up as a Vongola guardian. Now, what form does your Vongola gear take?

💒Your shitty KHR parents sold you off to some creepy mafia don for cash. How are you getting out of your arranged marriage?

🎩You fucked around and found out. Now, you are hunted by the Vendice. They are persistent and there's no escape. Obviously, your only choice is to fake your death. How would you go about it? (Bonus question: what did you do to get on vendice's shitlist?)

👻Which KHR character is your spirit animal?

🦟 There's been an "accident" and one of Shamal's mosquitos got you good. What deadly disease are you infected with?

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It might take me a tad longer to answer them this time because I need to have a bit more of a think for some of them (also spoon level is currently low ), but I will get to it!

Also it would be super awesome if anyone participating in the game could tag it with #khr ask game so I can read easily find and gush over your answers 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

Here's part one and part two for anyone who hasn't seen it yet.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr ask game #round 3 #me and my silly questions lol #they are getting more and more weird

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thevalkyriesshadow · 1 year ago

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✨ just imagine ✨

Az and Gwyn finding themselves in Lunathion

They ended up there because they were experimenting with an interdimensional travel theory they found in the Library (probably something along the lines of holding gwydion and TT crossed and touching the onyx monolith on ramiel or something along those lines)

They tumble out of one of the gates (maybe the heart gate or rose gate) right at the feet of Bryce and Hunt ("Well how the tables have turned" Bryce teases)

Imagine Az and Gwyn figuring out how to work a phone. Az would read the manual while Gwyn pushes random buttons.

Gwyn taking endless pictures of Az and playing with the settings. Az in turn grabbing sneaky photos whenever Gwyn wasn't looking. It becomes a game of who can get the most sneaky photos of the other in a day.

Her favorite subjects are his shadows and hands. His are her freckles and eyes.

Az blushes every time Gwyn whips out her phone and starts snapping pictures, but he's a willing participant nonetheless.

Az and Gwyn spending hours just listening to all types of music. Once they start learning lyrics and replaying their favorites, Gwyn puts on a mini concert, singing and dancing on the bed above Az. (He films every single performance.)

They frequent the clubs just to dance and vibe. The first time they went Gwyn couldn't sit still and pulled a grumbling Az out onto the dance floor. Gwyn is unhinged at the club and let's herself get lost in the music. Az watches on lovingly and growls at any male who tries to approach her and pull her from her trance.

They play video games and are extremely competitive with each other. To the point where Bryce and Hunt wonder if they need to separate them because it gets so violent

Like Gwyn throws pillows, while Az pelts her with whatever snack they have out and both throw empty threats at each other ("I'm going to throw TT in the river""you wouldn't dare""wanna bet?"..."remember that glass pegasus figurine in that shop you wanted for solstice?""azriel dont you dare - its the only gift i want!""then stop blowing me up!!!"*blows him up**az is shocked*"id rather buy my own glass pegasus figurine than let you win"*gwyn wins for the third time in a row*)

Az would be like a mother fretting over their child whenever Gwyn would hop onto her electric scooter, making sure her helmet was secure and that her brakes worked.

They love watching movies and TV shows together. Both of them are usually pretty good at guessing the plots or who did it in a murder mystery.

They excel at trivia game shows.

Gwyn's whole world is changed when she discovers vibrators.

And then Azriel discovers it, by chance ("What is this?" "Oh gods..." "And why does it vibrate?" "Az -" "...wait..."*realization hits him...he sets it gently down on the bedside table**walks away blushing**gwyn dies of embarrassment*)

But then both of their worlds are shook when he watches her use it on herself (consensually - no peeping tom foolery, unless Gwyn asks for that down the line 😉), or she asks him to use it on her 🤤

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #az x gwyn #gwyneth berdara #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel headcanons #hofas spoilers #kind of?#crescent city #acotar crossover #acotar

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saltcxrcle · 10 months ago

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🗡️ spn

i read a lot (typically mysteries and thrillers), listen to a lot of music (typically rock of different decades), watch a lot of 90s & 2000s tv shows. i roller blade a lot and honestly love disco, i take my friends roller blading whenever i get the chance. i’m a very unserious person and manage to laugh during the worst times but i have a good heart and as much as i talk i always listen when people need it.

hi anon! thank you for sending this in for my celebration event!!

🗡️: thy enemy event! [spn]

⟡ lover: sam winchester

sam loves how good and big your heart is! he sees it when you talk to the victims of the families and even when you see an animal on the side of the road. he loves how good of a listener you are and how you always manage to listen to him when he goes on his passionate ramblings about the lore he had just learned or read from the bunker library. sam also loves your free-spirited personality and how you can make him smile when you laugh at the dumb jokes that dean says at times. the two of you bond over your love of mystery and thriller books you get to read on your off time when you aren't research for a hunt. he'd find it so fun that one of your hobbies is rollerskating and would take you out on a roller rink date to see your bright smile as he watches you skate. you even teach him how to skate because even as a hunter, he's like newborn deer stumbling around on the slippery rink.

⟡ best friend: dean winchester

the two of you would bond over your shared love over the rock genre and even have little debates over which was the better decade for rock or who the better rock band is. dean would go buy the two of you tickets to go watch them live on the off chance that they were in the state you were hunting in or not working a case. dean was hesitant at first to confide in you but after a rough hunt and as the two of you were sitting in silence as he drank and your presence was comforting, so he started to talk and from then on, you guys would have some heart to hearts and dean look visibly lighter after spending time with you and your big heart.

⟡ (fr)enemy: crowley

crowley would find inherent goodness and big heart as a weakness and tried to exploit that for his own gain like he would do the other winchester brothers but he's surprised by your abundant amount of empathy and is just utterly confused as to why you're being kind and not hostile towards him. your nature eventually grows on him but it's still grating when he hears your quips at him and rolls his eyes at you, but secretly tolerates you more over the winchesters.

thank you again for participating! <3

#daisy's celebration #daisy's 500+ celebration #🗡️: thy enemy event!#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #crowley

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thethirdromana · 1 year ago

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See the reason why I fear Marian won't be leaving the house any time soon and remain back while Walter takes charge of the plot is because I'm seeing no foreshadowing or a sense of it being not right. Like, for example, Mina went from being super excited about having everything ready for the hunt when she thought she'd be a participant, to her crying alone the moment they dismissed her, and Jonathan having 48 internal debates, so you knew something was Bad. But right now I don't see Walter going "Actually I need to stop keeping secrets/I want her to work with me on the matter" anytime soon. But, at the same time, I think that she and Walter would be a much more equal endgame than Laura and him.

Yeah, I think you're absolutely right. It's a hope vs expectation thing for me.

I hope that Laura will stop being treated like a child, and that she and Marian will get to take action (/revenge) directly, culminating in some kind of glorious Marian vs Fosco takedown, in which Marian's triumph is absolute. But as you say there's nothing in the narrative at all to suggest that's where this is going.

So my expectation is that this will continue to be The Walter Show, while Marian plays housekeeper and nursemaid, and Laura continues to be written like a child.

What particularly infuriates me is that even the important things that Marian does do are glossed over. She rescues the household when Fosco finds them, but that gets half a chapter. She breaks the news of Sir Percival's death to Laura, but that happens entirely off-screen. She's so thoroughly written out that if this was a TV show, I would think they were carefully writing around the actress playing Marian having other filming commitments.

As for endgame... I don't know. I honestly feel like Laura as she's currently being written wouldn't be able to consent to marriage. I don't know how much that's deliberate: on the one hand a Victorian reader would presumably have less of an issue than I do with how infantilised she is, but more of an issue Walter marrying someone who isn't mentally stable. So I think that Laura has to 'recover' before Walter/Laura endgame becomes possible.

Marian is obviously more Walter's peer, though right now I feel sufficiently annoyed with Walter that I want her to do better than marrying him. And there's the question of what happens to Laura in this scenario, since Marian would presumably not marry the man Laura was in love with if her sister was still right there. Would Laura be dead? Stuck back at Limmeridge House with Frederick? Back in the asylum, even?

What I'm struggling with is that there's no real sense of momentum around Laura at all. She doesn't seem to be recovering much (not that she's getting much of an opportunity). But nor is anything happening that might kill her off. I had thought that perhaps the news of Sir Percival's death would prompt... idk what, but something, good or ill. Either a sense of freedom that gave her a new lease of life, or a shock that would kill her. But it turned out not to have much effect at all.

The other thing I'm wondering about is why there's so much importance placed on Philip Fairlie turning out to be Anne's father. So far as I can see, it doesn't matter, except as a satisfying resolution to the mystery - and one that's been kind of obvious for a while. But maybe there are further layers upon layers here. Is there something that Laura will be able to do in the character of Anne, as a result of knowing that her father was also Anne's father? Did he put any money aside for an illegitimate child that Laura could claim as Anne, or something?

I have no idea. Very nearly 100% of my predictions about this book have been wrong so far.

#woman in white weekly #ask and askance

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newsmetre · 5 months ago

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Dive Into the World of Immersive Gaming

Are you ready to level up your gaming experience? Welcome to the enchanting realm of immersive gaming, where reality blends with fantasy, and you can become the hero of your own story. Whether you’re battling dragons or solving mysteries in a futuristic city, immersive gaming offers an experience like no other. Let’s dive deep into this exciting world and uncover what makes it so captivating!

What is Immersive Gaming?

Understanding the Concept

At its core, immersive gaming refers to games that create a rich, engaging environment where players feel like they are part of the action. This can involve virtual reality games that transport you to entirely new dimensions or augmented reality experiences that overlay digital elements onto the real world. It’s like putting on magic glasses and suddenly finding yourself in a universe where anything is possible—just watch out for the flying pizza!

The Technology Behind the Magic

The magic of immersive gaming comes from advanced gaming technology. Think of 3D environments that make you feel like you’re actually walking through a medieval castle or racing down a neon-lit street. With interactive gameplay, every decision you make can change the course of the game, making it feel personal and unique. It’s as if the game is saying, “You matter!”—which is nice, considering my plants don’t seem to appreciate my nurturing skills!

The Rise of Virtual and Augmented Reality

Virtual Reality: A Game Changer

Virtual reality (VR) games have taken the gaming world by storm. With a VR headset, you’re not just playing a game; you’re stepping into it. Imagine wielding a sword in a fantasy quest, feeling the weight of it in your hands, and dodging fireballs from an angry dragon. If only I could dodge my laundry pile as easily!

Augmented Reality: Blending Worlds

On the other hand, augmented reality (AR) experiences add a layer of digital fun to our everyday lives. Games like Pokémon GO have shown us how AR can turn a stroll in the park into an epic adventure. Suddenly, your mundane walk becomes a treasure hunt, and you’re battling imaginary creatures while your neighbors wonder why you’re talking to thin air.

Why Immersive Gaming Matters

Enhancing Player Engagement

One of the most significant benefits of immersive gaming is its ability to enhance player engagement. When you’re fully immersed in a game, you’re more likely to stay focused and invested. You might even find yourself forgetting about that leftover pizza in the fridge—at least, until you hear your stomach growl!

Storytelling at Its Best

Immersive games often feature compelling narratives that pull players in. With storytelling in games, you’re not just an observer; you’re an active participant in the unfolding drama. Whether you’re making choices that affect the plot or exploring richly designed worlds, you feel like you’re part of something bigger. It’s like being the star of your own blockbuster movie, minus the paparazzi and awkward interviews.

The Future of Immersive Gaming

Innovations on the Horizon

The future of immersive gaming looks bright, thanks to constant advancements in technology. Game developers are continually pushing boundaries, creating more realistic graphics and more intricate game mechanics. With each new release, we’re inching closer to experiences that feel indistinguishable from reality. Who knows? One day, we might have games that let us cook dinner without burning anything—now that’s a game I’d love to play!

Community and Connection

Another exciting aspect of immersive gaming is the community it fosters. Multiplayer games allow friends and strangers alike to collaborate, strategize, and sometimes argue over who gets to be the knight in shining armor. These shared experiences can lead to lasting friendships, proving that gaming isn’t just about competition; it’s about connection. Just remember: teamwork makes the dream work, unless someone steals your loot!

Conclusion

Diving into the world of immersive gaming offers a thrilling escape from reality. With cutting-edge gaming technology, engaging stories, and vibrant communities, it’s a landscape where anything is possible. So grab your headset, prepare your snacks, and get ready to embark on an adventure that will take you places you’ve only dreamed of.

Whether you’re a seasoned gamer or just dipping your toes into the digital waters, there’s never been a better time to explore. Just remember to come up for air once in a while—your family might start to worry if you turn into a permanent fixture on your couch!

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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 2 years ago

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Tube amp guru Dave Friedman has revealed that legendary modder José Arredondo built a custom amp for Eddie Van Halen that has disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Speaking to the Final Resonance TV YouTube channel, Friedman says he once ran into Arredondo at a NAMM show, who proceeded to show him a guitar amp that was built for Eddie, potentially some kind of signature model. But following Arredondo’s death in 1994, no-one knows where it is.

“I didn’t see Ed at that point, but they were trying to shop their amp that José had made,” says Friedman. “The amp that no-one knows whatever happened to. I saw it. I saw it at a shop. No-one knows whatever happened to this amp. It’s a mystery where it went. Ed didn’t know what happened to it. No-one knew what happened to it. José died and no-one knows where it went.”

Cataloging the electric guitar gear behind the Van Halen sound has been an archival project readily taken on by legions of EVH fans online. It is not always easy. Eddie would share some secrets, but he would also actively participate in the mythology. He would experiment and try new things.

We can hunt the Brown Sound, but which Brown Sound? The common denominator that links modded Marshall amps, variac transformers, orange-box phaser pedals and the rest of it is Eddie’s playing. Friedman, who has built rigs for Eddie, says as much in the interview.

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But that doesn’t invalidate the search for ‘Holy Grail’ missing pieces, as this Arredondo-designed amp would definitely be. Sadly, even Friedman didn’t even get to hear it. He did get a look at it, though.

“I remember seeing it,” he says. “It had two channels, and it had one channel that was covered – it was huge. The amp was like the size of an SVT. José showed it to me. He didn’t play through it – he just showed me. ‘Yeah, that’s the amp we’re working on with Ed.’ And Ed sunk a bunch of money into it, and no-one, no-one knew what happened to it.”

In many respects, this amp shares a similar reputation to Arredondo, whose biography remains shrouded in mystery. His work, however, and his reputation, have become the stuff of legend.

In 2010, Guitar World ran a feature on the legendary amp wizards, among whom was Arredondo. One of his clients, Bryan Jay, of Keel, had a Marshall modded by Arredondo, and recalled how hard it was to find him at the time.

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“You had to know somebody that knew somebody that knew him to get a hold of him,” he said. “Thinking back, [my mod] was kind of difficult to get.”

Arredondo was suitably discrete about his clients. Jay says he didn’t give up his secrets easily, and wouldn’t comment on who else’s Marshall was sitting in the garage awaiting transformation. But he sure did a heck of a job, adding an extra preamp tube and a pull function that bottomed out the volume while keeping the gain.

“What I basically wanted was that kind of that first Van Halen album sound, and he seemed to know exactly what I wanted,” said Jay. “We’d put up different amps in our rehearsal studio, play through this one, switch to that one, and the Jose always blew everything away. It was unbelievable how good it sounded. When you pulled the knob out, it dropped the volume, but you still had all this gain. It sounded like it was on 10.”

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Jay claims that Peavey based the design of its VTM series on his Arredondo-modded Marshall. If Arredondo’s client list was hush-hush and on the Q.T., we do know that players such as John Sykes, George Lynch and Steve Vai were on it. Jay says Yngwie Malmsteen was a client, too.

James Hetfield was another client. He has Arredondo to thank for why his rhythm guitar tone sounds so good on Metallica’s latest album, 72 Seasons. Speaking to Total Guitar, producer Greg Fidelman said that Hetfield used the legendary amp on almost every track.

“James has always had one of the legendary José Arredondo-modded Marshalls, a late-’60s/early-’70s Superlead head,” said Fidelman. “When we did Hardwired... [To Self Destruct in 2016] it wasn’t working very well. When we started this album, I had a re-invigorated interest in this head.”

“I was talking with Dave Friedman, who is very familiar with those old José mods, and he fixed it. When I got it back, I told James I thought it sounded insane, and he got really excited about it. It ended up on every song. I think that’s what you’re hearing.”

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Which brings us nicely back to Dave Friedman, and our mystery amp. Where is it? He has no idea. It might be gone for good.

“It’s a mystery where it went. It would be amazing if it turned up one day,” says Friedman. “But I don’t think it’s going to turn up. I think it was probably trashed at some point in time – when, I don’t know. Maybe his family has it. I have no idea. It’s a mystery. You’d think it would come up already by now.”

#guitar world #post van halen #eddie van halen #van halen #marshall amps #Dave Friedman #José Arredondo #Final Resonance TV #YouTube #videos #Bryan Jay #keel #ground zero ampworks #rezamatix #72 Seasons #james hetfield #Metallica #Greg Fidelman #Total Guitar

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nanowrimo · 2 years ago

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10 Ways to Turn Revision Into an Adventure

For some of us, revision may be your next big challenge during Camp. Sounds a little intimidating, doesn’t it? Well, have no fear! NaNo participant Madison Vaughn-Parra is here to make revision fun! So�� you’ve got yourself a first draft. Perhaps it’s years worth of work, or perhaps it was the product of the frenzied rush that is National Novel Writing Month. Either way, you’ve deemed it a complete work, which means only one thing: it’s ready for revision.

Did you picture lightning striking on a dark and stormy night when reading the big “R” word? If so, you’re not alone! For many, revision is even more intimidating than dreaming up a novel from scratch. If writing a first draft was an adventure of epic proportions, then revising that same draft is a slog through already-explored terrain, right?

Wrong! I’ve found that revision can be just as grand of an adventure as writing 50K in 30 days! To prove it, I’d like to share ten ways you can turn your revision journey from a dreaded duty into an exciting adventure:

1. First things first: make a copy of your first draft, and then don’t touch the original! You don’t want your adventure bogged down by regrets, after all, and having an untouched first draft will ensure that if you’re unhappy with any changes, you’ll always have the original to fall back on.

2. Be prepared! Just as you wouldn’t want to forget your socks and undies, you’re going to want to pack everything you need to help you on your revision adventure. NaNoWriMo’s “Now What?” revision guide should come in handy, for starters!

3. Take a trip off the beaten path and explore all of the “What If’s”, no matter how wild they might seem. What if you added to the chemistry of your main characters and turned your action-adventure novel into a full-blown romance? What if the murder mystery mastermind was the other guy? The possibilities are endless!

4. Go on a hunt to find the most hilarious typos born from the fever-induced ramblings of the NaNo mind, and share them with your writing group for laughs!

5. Make it a game! For example, does your novel have a character who keeps disappearing from scenes they’re supposed to be in? (Mine was a tiny dragon named Mouse…) Every time you write that character back into a scene, reward yourself with a treat for “finding” them!

6. Gleefully chop away at tangents, plot twists, and descriptions you included in your first draft simply for word count. No one can stop you from backspacing now!

7. Try new tools! Is there any better feeling than using a brand new travel accessory for the first time? That’s how I felt when I first tried Scrivener’s split-screen feature and discovered just how fun it made revision. Why not check out NaNoWriMo’s offers page to see if any new tools spark your excitement?

8. Delight in discovering passages that you have absolutely no memory of writing! If you’re anything like me, there will be quite a few of them, and you’ll find you can improve them with the ease of editing someone else’s writing.

9. Capture your favorites! Create a “Snapshots” document or folder and fill it with all the first draft passages that you got right the first time. If you start feeling discouraged during revising, simply pull up these snapshots and remind yourself of your own genius!

10. If you really want to capture the NaNo spirit, try rewriting your novel from start to finish without even glancing at your first draft. This trick terrifies me, personally, but I know folks who swear by it! Congratulations! You’re now ready for your revision adventure! Pack up your bags, be kind to yourself, and have fun exploring your novel again. I’ll be right there with you!

Madison Vaughn-Parra is a lifelong writer and passionate geek, who technically works a corporate job in program management but prefers to spend her time in fantasy and science-fiction worlds of her own creation. She’s happily lost in the woods of her own revision adventure at the moment and hoping to dive into the publishing process next. She rarely posts on Twitter, but you can still follow her @vaughn__boyage if you’d like! Header Photo by Leah Kelley from Pexels

#nanowrimo #writing #writing advice #revision #editing #by nano guest #madison vaughn-parra

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 2 years ago

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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 1

Dire Crowley is dead, and it is up to the people left to figure who killed the Headmage... before anyone else ends up dead.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Anxiety, murder, description of injury, reader death, basically dead dove content

Word Count; 1.1 K

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As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Divus had rolled Crowley over to his side and checked his pulse, but he found nothing. The Headmage was indeed dead, and the body was still warm and not yet in rigor mortis; the murder happened not long ago.

The students behind him were quiet, not one of them dared uttering a word, taking in the scene.

“He’s dead,” Divus huffed, getting up and dusting himself off. His grey eyes analyzed his students; as far as he knew, they were the only other people in the building, narrowing the suspect pool considerably.

He took note of the pursed lips, furrowed brows, and any other nervous ticks. Yet despite the disturbing scene, he saw quiet and disturbingly normal reactions; nothing that would clearly indicate any of them as the killer.

Finally, someone spoke up; Silver broke the silence. “How?”

Divus narrowed his eyes, but as far as he could tell, Silver was honest. How did Crowley die? That was a good question. As far as he could tell, the wound wasn’t apparent, and he would rather not tamper anymore with the crime scene; at least his gloves wouldn’t leave any fingerprints that could incriminate him.

“Murder, he was murdered.”

Silver, Cater, Vil and you all bristled at that revelation, whereas Azul, Jade, and Rook looked more pensive.

Who would have the motive? “And said murderer must be one of you pups.”

Now that statement got a reaction; anger, indignation, disbelief, shock, and suspicion. A bomb had been dropped, and they were just waiting for the timer to go off.

You cleared your throat, drawing everyone’s eyes to you. It was unnerving, and you could feel them trying to think of who would do something like this… and you knew that out of nearly everyone, you were the best suspect. “Or it could be you,” you stated coldly, gaging Professor Crewel’s response.

He gave nothing away, just raising a brow. “And what of you? Do you not despise the man? Can anyone here back up your whereabouts?”

“Or are you trying to cover up your own tracks?!” You were getting angry, rightfully so. You knew you didn’t do it.

The others were watching the two of you like hawks, seeing the tension build. Finally, Vil got between the two of you, breaking it up before it could escalate into anything more.

“You two need to stop this nonsense,” he huffed, looking between the two of you. “This isn’t the situation to start turning on each other since that would just turn into everyone turning on each other. We need to stay together.”

He was right, but the anger and hurt was still there. You looked at the body, thinking. The keys… could they help us figure this out?

Walking over, with everyone’s eyes on your back, you gingerly lifted the keys away from Crowley. “Could there be something in the school that would help us solve this?” Why is this starting to feel like some weird game? Ugh.

“The mirror chamber,” Rook murmured, turning his green eyes to you. “The mirror could tell us of le meurtrier.” The usual smile he wore was gone, a more serious look in his eye. To be fair though, you could not blame him for being more sombre, with the situation and all.

“It could also say how Headmage Crowley… met his fate,” Azul chimed in, pushing up his glasses. He looked slightly panicked and irritated. He had made his fair share of enemies and grudges, so perhaps he was just concerned about that.

Jade looked calm as ever, but it was always hard to read how he was feeling. “And the room it took place in as well,” he hummed, brows furrowed. There was something under the surface of his pleasant mask, he was analyzing everyone, trying to put two and two together.

Cater was busy trying to call for help, but his reception had died right before Crowley was found in his current condition… like someone had planned for them to all find the body together.

Vil was looking at everyone, trying to make sure that everyone didn’t turn on each other and go their separate ways… there was something at the back of his mind that knew that things would only get worse if everyone went their own way. And as far as he could tell, everyone was being honest, or someone was just putting up an act of being innocent, a very good act.

And Silver? Silver was just confused as to who could do something like this. And for some reason, he felt like he should have been there to protect the Headmage.

“Alright then,” Divus said, “to the mirror chamber it is.”

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“Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The dark mirror boomed, and seven weapons were floating in the air, as were photos of the rooms. “You must all vote on who could have murdered the Headmage with your rationale.”

With that, the mirror went silent, leaving the room eerily silent.

“Ballots,” Vil said, “to keep it anonymous to avoid any further animosity.”

There were no objections, and soon the room was full of the scratching of pen against paper. You were the last person to hand in your ballot, and you fed it to the mirror, letting the inky darkness eat up the slip.

Like some twisted joke, the mirror showed the reflection of the person who was voted as the person most likely to be the murderer, with the weapon in hand, and in the room itself. And you saw yourself, holding a dagger covered in blood, in Crowley’s office.

You felt everyone’s judgement, but the mirror faded out. “They are not the killer, nor is it the correct weapon or room.” And yet again silence.

Despite your better judgment, you fled the room, having been effectively betrayed by your peers. Silver ran after you, and then Cater. Eventually, everyone was separated looking for you.

You stopped running and switched to pacing in the main hall, trying to calm down, trying to not break down; now was not the time. You couldn’t afford to be emotional at such a time-

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and as you started to turn your head, trying to see who it was, everything went dark.

No one is safe. And unfortunately, you were the first person in your party to figure that out. For the true murderer would kill the accused who were actually innocent. And you met such a fate.

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Reader’s cause of death; stunned with a dagger, massive blood loss due to a laceration to the throat.

LINK TO GOOGLE FORM (form closes on Sunday, October 8th at 10 pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show? (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPONS:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger (eliminated in Chapter 1) - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

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neopuppy · 3 years ago

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After Midnight (M)

Preview: What goes bump in the night?

The answer: tentacles

Pairing: Yangyang x female reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: That Boy is A Monster AU, pwp, a little crack, mildly dubious

Smut Warning: why beat around the bush—his dick is a tentacle, slithering, wet appendages, restraining, oral, double penetration, overstimulation

“Well this job doesn’t seem suspicious at all..” you sigh. Brows wrinkled together pondering why Xiaojun would suggest such shady under the table work like this. Repeatedly reading the description again and again, attempting to imagine anything besides a modern day brothel.

‘Night shift gig only. Must provide legal human identification. Experiments will only be practiced with participants willing to strip down nude. Sexually experienced preferred. Will be paid accordingly. If interested please arrive at the Vision Warehouse located on the corner of Broadway & 9th promptly after midnight.’

“What is this? A gentlemans club?! You think I’m willing to sell my body for money? The fuck do they mean by experiments??” You shout at your phones speaker the second Xiaojun picks up. Met with a shrill cocky laughter.

“You said you’re strapped for cash!” Xiaojun chuckles, morphing into a groan through the line. “I meannnn, I can only lend you so much. You’re behind 3 months rent. Are you not desperate enough to do exactly that?”

“..at this point, I might be.” You shamefully admit. “What’s the deal? Am I about to walk into a gloryhole situation? You think so low of me?”

“Hmm..not quite. Also, would not put it past you to turn tricks through a hole for chump change.” Xiaojun snickers. Tapping his fingers along the computer desk you know he’s stuck to for most hours out of the day. “It’s all professional. They’ll pay you upfront, once you sign the non-disclosure agreement of course.”

“That sounds terrifying, you know that right?”

“Hah.. I signed the NDA, remember? I can’t divulge much.” He continues to explain, confirming you’d be in no danger. “You can always back out if you decide it’s not your thing..”

“Why after midnight?” You groan, crumbling into a pile of pillows stacked too high on your bed. Already planning to nap after ending this call to save your energy for whatever surprises the night has in-store for you. “That’s so creepy.”

“Well, maybe creepy things prefer darkness.” Xiaojun trails to a serious tone. “When it’s night, some stuff feels safer. It’s harder to see.. it’s harder to judge.”

“You’re really not building my confidence..” with a roll of your eyes you dismiss his hardly encouraging words. Ending the call with a glance at the final eviction notice shredded up from tearing it off your front door. Embarrassment flushing down your cheeks when your cute neighbor across the hall spared you a sorrowful look.

“Get some rest would you?” Xiaojun scolds with little to no malice. “..you’re going to need it.”

“Again. The perfect cryptic motivation I need to make up two months' rent in one night.”

“Who knows.” He scoffs. “You’ll probably be back there sooner than you think. How else are you going to pay me back, hmm?”

“Fuck off.” You snap quickly. Smashing the end call button before his laughter can fill your head. Ready to hurl your phone at the wall if not for debt beyond just late rent lingering.

Non-disclosure agreements meant everything would stay private, right? No matter what happens tonight, there would be no way to find out. Besides, if it’s something Xiaojun had been willing to participate in, it couldn’t be that bad..

Fear of losing your living quarters reared its ugly head much faster than you’d anticipated for. Job hunting has been shit, leaving you emptied and loathing with a sense of lacking.

By now, you were far beyond a point of desperation. At least you did your best to convince yourself. Settling down in bed for a quick power nap before preparing for the evening ahead. The mysterious ad entailed no details of how you should show up other than human.. but business casual, suitable for a job interview of sorts could never go wrong.

After an extensive shower thoroughly cleansing each crevice, you do attempt some sort of pampering routine. Lacking the product and skills for anything too daunting. Enough to at least appear presentable.

This was beginning to feel more like a first date than a job? Drugs seemed tempting the more your anxiety increases, not that you could afford a bad habit.

Slinging on a crossbody bag you head out. Catching your cute neighbor just at the midpoint of the hallway leading to the stairs.

He throws you a wave, smiling wide enough to display a row of pearly whites and a bit of his gums. Charming and inviting, enough to forget where you’re off to for a moment.

“You’re going out quite late..” he takes out his phone. Tapping the touch screen displaying a glowing fish tank as the lock photo. Lighting up the time brightly indicating it’s now 11:45pm.

“You too..” following along with his stride, you walk out side by side to the street met with chill night air. Tightening your coat as you try to recall the directions you’d looked up earlier.

“I have uhm, work.” He laughs, shrugging. “Night shift.”

“Oh wow, do you always work this late?”

“I do, actually. I don’t mind it at all.” He stops at the sidewalk, glancing up and down the street. “I’m sort of a night owl. A nocturnal creature really.”

“I guess I am too.” You nod, pausing near him.

“Ah, not like me.” He smiles again. Pointing his chin in the opposite direction you’re headed. “I’ll see ya around..neighbor.”

He heads off with a wave. Once again realizing you’ve neglected to ask his name as you say goodbye.

The Vision warehouse isn’t anymore comforting to gaze at when you approach your final destination. Appearing more abandoned from the outside than anything. Paint cracking, plié board scattered all around, dust collecting enough to make the air harder to breathe.

“If this isn’t the beginning of a bad fucking horror movie.” You mumble to yourself. Clutching your coat and stepping ahead. The doors automatically open the closer you stand. Creaking as they take their time to part. While the outer parts were ominous, bordering horrific, the inside was nothing of the sort.

Bright lights force your eyes to squint, beaming across the sidewalk as the doors slammed to a full stop completely opened. Inside everything is impeccable, serene even. White marbled walls, decor that would leave your fingers clean even after dragging them across. The tile beneath your feet shines, glossy enough to fear you’ll slip and crack your head open.

“Hello!” A man in a lab coat startles you. Enough to have to grab onto the front desk area. Already cursing to yourself as your sweaty handprints show up in an instance.

“Oh sorry, did not mean to scare you.” He settles a clipboard under his arm. Hand extending out to shake yours. “I am Dr. Qian.”

“Doctor?..”

“Ah, yes. Please.” He leads you to a seating area. The chairs pristine enough to squeak under your thighs like they’ve just been freshly stitched together.

“Do you happen to be one of Xiaojun’s colleagues?” Dr. Qian crosses his legs. Elbows coming to rest on his knees. Hair framing his face to sharpen his features even more.

“I..yes. Actually he’s the one who told me—“

“Yes. He informed me you may be coming by.” The doctor wastes no time to interrupt you. Pushing the middle of his frames up, his glasses inching lower as he casually looks you over. Reaching for his clipboard, he holds it out for you. “If you’ll take a look over our menu.”

“Menu?” You accept it with caution. Eyes darting over the texts before you.

Werewolves- $3000

Vampires- $2500

Extraterrestrial- $5000

Dragons- $4000

Centaurs- $3200

Sirens- $4000

Demons- $2500

Mermen- $4500

Other- negotiable

“Vampires?” You huff. Hitting Dr. Qian with a wide-eyed stare. “What type of joke is this?”

“It’s always the vampires.” He has the audacity to giggle. “Those damn Twilight films have really made my job much more difficult.”

“..This is ridiculous.” Setting down the clipboard you move to stand. Dr. Qian gets up abruptly before you can. His hands pressing to your shoulders beginning to splutter.

“No! Wait please. I promise you this is no joke.”

“Then what is this? Like a sick fetish thing?!” You shriek, pointing at the ‘menu’. “Mermen?!”

“Yes! Actually.” He sighs, picking up the discarded clipboard. “We’ve had some trouble recently matching our merman.. So much so that I only currently have one in stock.”

“In stock?”

“Listen, please. I can show you! We are very professional.” With hands held out toward another door Dr. Qian nods for you to follow. Clipboard in hand again, he pauses to have his face scanned. The sound of doors opening as an unrecognizable language responds to him. His mouth unmoving somehow permitting clicking computer-like noises from the back of his chest.

“I must be hallucinating..” you ponder loud enough for Dr. Qian to laugh.

“I hear that often.” He adds, stopping near a door with a small box window. Just long enough to pass items through, maybe even food. Lifting a hand, he motions for you to come closer and take a look.

Inside of the room everything glows luminous, shades that can only be seen in spilled gasoline and rainbows hitting black paint. Fogged up tubes filled with what looks…nothing of this planet. Hooked up to various outlets levitating in the air by some force.

“Extraterrestrials.” Dr. Qian says by your ear quietly. “These are hibernating at the moment. You’d never recognize one out in broad daylight. Magnificent creatures, they’ve put extensive research behind this facility.”

“Aliens?” Your head shakes filled with disbelief. Dr. Qian returning the menu to you before you can question anything more.

“I could really see you useful for a centaur. Perhaps even our merman!” He ignores your question. A dreamy look crossing his eyes, hands clapping together with excitement. Tapping the menu for you to choose.

“Merman, $4500.. fuck that’s..” you repeat the amount in your head. Knees near buckling with fear imagining that amount of money in your account.

“It’s considerable.” He clears his throat. Continuing to walk and waving for you to follow along. “If you pair well, I would be willing to discuss a larger sum after.”

“What would a merman even entail?” You try to fathom the idea. Nothing but the image of Ariel with her seashell bra and fish tail flapping coming to mind.

Dr Qian’s heels practically kick together. Halting at another door just about halfway down the hall. “See, all of our creatures are able to take human form thanks to cross breeding. Until you’re employed as a permanent match, you need not worry about any intercourse outside of human form. Safety first, of course!”

“Human form..”

“Back to our merman.” He smiles wide, geekily. Too thrilled doing his job. “Patient 0tewtewyangg. He’s our only merman currently.” Dr. Qian hands you a sign-in sheet before unlocking the room. “In your human world he goes by Yangyang.”

“So.. how would I?” You chew on your bottom lip nervously asking. Spelling out the first letter of your name before hesitating again.

“Don’t you worry too much about that.” He reassures you. “All of our creatures are well educated and highly experienced. It will be better than your wildest dreams, I guarantee.”

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” You start to push the clipboard back toward Dr. Qian. His lips curl down, eyebrows shooting up manically.

“Fine! $5000!” He shouts, pushing it back to you. He grabs your hand still holding the pen to sign. “Please? I fear our merman will exit the study soon if we do not provide him a match anytime soon. It’s been a few months now..”

“Five thousand..” you repeat feeling dizzy. It’s not as if Prince Eric didn’t fuck a mermaid in human form, right? God that was a fucking cartoon. “What am I doing?”

Signing away— possibly, your life, you hand the agreement back to Dr. Qian. His ankles now come to meet mid-air with a gleeful jump expelling a sound of joy.

“Oh gosh. I have a great feeling about this!”

Dr. Qian holds up his thumbs baring the entirety of his teeth. Turning to face another door scanner that lets him in upon only checking his iris this time.

“Yangyang! You have a visitor this evening!” He announces. Moving along inside and encouraging you to come in. “I think you’re going to love this one!”

A hooded figure seated at a computer to the far left stands up. Turning around eagerly with a bow before spotting you.

“Holy shit.” The merman settling up to stand straight across from you lets out. His eyes large and stuck on you.

“No fucking way.”

“Oh?” Dr. Qian shares a look between the two of you. The dots connecting together for him. “Wait! Do you know each other in the human world already?!”

“My neighbors a fucking mermaid?” You shake your head for the millionth time today. Looking Yangyang up and down. Nothing about him was screaming under the sea.

“Merman” both men respond promptly. Yangyang following with an annoyed scoff.

“Neighbors??” Dr. Qian smiles ear to ear. “Wait! Yangyang you had mentioned a pretty neighbor girl—“

“Doctor!” Yangyang’s brows furrow. Snapping at the man by his side.

“Ah!” Dr. Qian pretends to zip his lips. Palm coming up to symbolize surrendering. “This is wonderful. My instinct is correct again! Well I will leave you two alone now.”

With another thumbs-up Dr. Qian begins to walk across the floor on the tips of his toes. As if he could disrupt the atmosphere with the tap of the soles of his leather loafers. Only the sound of the metal door clicking shut reaching your ears seconds later.

“Definitely never envisioned seeing you here..” Yangyang speaks up first. Catching your attention to focus back on him.

“Work?” You inquire. Crossing your arms accusingly.

His shoulders shrug, reaching to unzip the hood too baggy and large for his frame.

“Oh god, are you about to show me your fin?” You squirm back squinting. Teeth gritted preparing for the worst. Yangyang grunts, rolling his eyes.

“Fin, huh?” He grins, throwing the hood off to the side. “I’m not quite the Disney classic you may be imagining. Great movie by the way. I did end up naming one of my fish Flounder.”

“No Sebastian?”

“A pet crab?” He pushes up his sleeves. Long fingers tracing up to prominent veins on his forearms. He scratches the bottom of his chin in thought. “Back on my planet we feast on crab. It seems you humans do as well.”

“Your planet? Wher—“

“WayV.” Yangyang cuts you off. Taking a step forward. “It’s all underwater. History is that we were once humans who mutated when our cities drowned out.”

“So your tail?” You can’t help but check him out again when you ask. Curiously imagining him dipping and diving through water. His grin widens, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

“Not quite a tail.” His chin tilts in, eyes hooded as they meet yours. “But I can show you.”

Rolling his shirt up, he reveals the smallest defined waist. Carved abdominal muscles that would never give away anything other than human. His shirt lands near the hood he’d discarded. Shoulders flexed as he stands straight to gage your reaction.

An abnormal appendage crawls up one shoulder. Your jaw dropping open as it squirms lower, dragging over his collar to end at the center of his neck.

“Is that..” you swallow dryly. Stepping back with one foot.

“Tentacles.” Yangyang confirms your thought. Another tentacle trails down his other shoulder. The two coming to meet at his Adams apple. “Underwater I survive with these.

“That’s.. fuck that’s not what Ariel was working with at all.”

“Do you want to touch it?” Yangyang whispers, nearly too quiet to understand. One of his brows lifting as a tentacle reaches toward you. “Or are you scared of it?”

He rolls the elastic waistband of his sweats anxiously between two fingers. Watching your reaction with a wide eyed uncertain stare as the tentacle stays still a centimeter away from your nose. Eyes gone crossed watching it’s every movement in shock.

“It?..” you gasp breathlessly. Gaze jumping to the unsettling movement between his thighs. Pulsing and thumping, growing larger it seemed. “You mean, your..is that your..”

“I have a few of them, actually..” with front teeth buried into his lower lip, Yangyang takes a step forward. Pushing his waistband lower and lower.

“A few..”

Yangyang catches the sweat trickling down the sides of your face. How raw your bottom lip already appears from chewing it over. The rapid rise and fall of your breasts beneath the tight bob of your throat with each dry swallow. Fear and curiosity combined setting aflame his predator desire to wrap you up left with no will to struggle.

“More than a few. I could shut you up easily you know.” Yangyang’s lips parts open revealing the tip of a sharpened tongue split down the middle. Thickening up the more it extends, reaching far beyond any human length. It draws near, the tips flicking near your mouth tauntingly. “If you’d like.”

The pointed tips of his tongue trace the seam of your lips. Easily slipping past the tight seal, wet and slippery. Another large tentacle swarms past his shoulder. Wrapping around your throat to arch your neck. Appendage easily gliding through down your neck.

“I can hold you open against your will, if that’s what you’d prefer.” He says in more of a hiss. Two more tentacles fly out from behind circling your thighs. Holding you open far enough to ache and strain at your groin muscles. His tongue slithers out, punching back down your throat with repeated movements.

Your body trembles with panic, waving your arms and coughing. The large tentacles snaked around your thighs shoving you down on a neatly made bed residing on the right side of this room.

Clothes flies off behind his frame. Eyes sharp and animalistic as he takes in your exposed figure. His tongue draws out of your throat leaving you gagging and choking on air. Tentacles loosen up only to use his arms to push you further up the bed.

“Look at you.” Yangyang hisses through his teeth. Sharp tongue lapping at the corners of his mouth. Leaning down to lick up the dip in your stomach to the middle of your chest. “Is this why that mermaid was so desperate to give up her tail for human legs?”

He sits back on his haunches, admiring your bared body laid open for him. Gaze drifting between your thighs, tentacles returning to pull your legs open. Core dripping embarrassingly wet since he began revealing the appendages. Only shooting a rush of excitement through your gut as he handled you like nothing but a breakable doll.

“Your pretty pussy will never want anything else after this.” He sneers, bending down lapping his tentacle like tongue between your dripping folds. Wetness pooling to the back of his throat as he slurps you up. Two more tentacles shoot up from behind locking around your neck. Completely held down in place spread open.

His tongue travels through too deep. Far enough to lick at your womb. Teasing the inside of your gut until you’re shouting and writhing. Fighting against the powerful inhumane hold sealing you in place.

“Fuck! You’re so..fuck, fuck you’re so deep.” You wail, head thrown back. Trying to gyrate your hips to meet his mouth.

His tongue circles your now swollen clit, begging to be tormented with attention. It should be illegal how good it feels when he squeezes around your bundles of nerves. One of the fat tentacles leaving your thigh covered in marks as he releases you to focus on your pulsating hole. The tip prodding your entrance teasingly. Your leg shooting up on his shoulder as you shout out garbled words.

“You..you can’t! I’ll cum!” You whine. Draping your leg on the back of his neck. Yangyang’s sharp eyes land on yours filled with demand. Silently egging you to cum from just from his mouth. The large tentacle playing with your welcoming hole slipping in just the sharpened tip. Enough to buck your lower half along and chase your first orgasm. Chest lifting from ragged breath as he holds you down in place.

“That’s it.” Yangyang laps up your release. Cooing at the whimpers you let out when he licks up the most sensitive areas. “You’ll cum again and again, until I’m done with you.”

With the tentacles gripping your biceps he turns you on your stomach. Hips hoisted up in the air leaving you with your ass up. He growls quietly behind you. Mouth dropping to your ass laving your tight rim. You fist at the pillows under you, unable to move much at all. Tentacles everywhere. Your arms, waist, thighs all trapped in his forceful hold.

“Want me to fuck your cute pussy don’t you?” Yangyang whispers behind you. Face lifting up covered in a mixture of your arousal and thick liquid dripping off the appendages covering your body. Secreting arousal in a similar way to you to mark you with his scent.

“Please..ah please. I wanna..feel it.” You beg, slurred and high from the unknown thought of what he could do to you next. Yangyang shoving his sweats off without having to lose his trapping hold on you. The thick tentacle you noticed under them just before slithers between your thighs. Your back dipping deeper, pushing your ass higher toward him. Shimmying like a whore offering yourself.

“That’s good, keep doing that.” Yangyang sighs with satisfaction. His hips rolling against your lower half matching your frantic movements. The smaller tentacles surrounding the biggest between his thighs splay over your ass. Parting your cheeks open until you’re crying and pleading to be fucked. “You’re so wet. Dripping all over them, making a big fucking mess.”

Your eyes roll back, grinding back along the large tentacle gliding between your inner thighs. The wet tip reaching your navel, taunting you with how far deep Yangyang would reach if he’d just fuck you.

He leans over reaching for your hair. Pulling your neck back to bend painfully. Small tentacles tickle meanly at your rim, suctioning and stimulating you in a new way.

“I’ll turn you into my little monster fucking cocksleeve.” Yangyang groans. The large tentacle finally penetrating past your entrance. Slick and smooth, he thrusts in meeting no resistance. Fattening up wide as he fills you up. Left choking on air when the base shoves past your tight hole. “Fuck. It’s too big for you, little human girl can’t take it can she?”

“I can!“ you whimper. Trying to prove a point with a weak slam of your hips back. Yangyang slips three of the smaller tentacles past your rim. Squirming their way in to add to the fullness. The other two trailing lower past where he’s lodged inside of you. Torturing your clit with strokes and suction pulls.

He pulls out only a third of the way, thrusting forward faster and harder than you’re ready for. Face contorted and thinning your lips to not scream from the speed. The tentacles wrapped around your waist only easing his strong thrusts to fuck you like nothing but a cocksleeve.

Wetness dribbles out of your cunt with each pummeling slam of his hips. Splashing on your ass and Yangyang’s abdomen. Spreading down his thighs in large dollups. Encouraged to fuck you harder by your arousal he thrusts inside your ass in time with his hips. Tentacles rubbing together so close. The largest ramming far deep in your stomach.

“Pretty pussy taking me so good.” Yangyang compliments roughly. He sounds out of breath and pained. Cunt wrapping tighter around his tentacle with each draw back. Knowing you’re close to another release, he flicks at your clit faster. The smaller appendages rubbing you in circles to the point of delirium.

“Yea..yes…pussy just for you.” You keen. Face a wreck from rubbing it into the bedding over and over again. Muffling the cries and shouts wishing to escape.

“Oh fuck.” Yangyang thrusts down to the base stilling. His shoulders rolling in, back arching as the thick tentacle fills you up. The others slowly retracting when you cum around his shooting length. Strength to continue holding you down dwindling in favor of enjoying your grip on him.

By the time your climax hits your stomach feels stretched to an almost painful point. Shutting your eyes with a groan you collapse finally. The sensation of a tentacle almost deflating as it slithers free from your hole sends a chill up your spine. Cum shooting out aggressively from being pumped too full more than any man has been able to.

The bed springs creak a bit. The faint sound of a faucet running tickles at your ears, ready to fall asleep any second now. Hissing as a cold cloth strokes your heated flesh like a gentle caress.

“Would you ever consider becoming a host?” Yangyang asks nonchalantly. Cleaning off the excess cum dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“A host?” You groan. Aching in places you’ve never ached in before. Pelvic muscle releasing a canopy of cracks as you stretch and attempt to sit up. Yangyang keeps you held down in place, clicking his tongue like you’ve done something wrong.

“I’m looking for a host..while I’m here.” His lips pout as he finishes wiping you off. “All done.”

Yangyang stands up, grabbing your jacket from the pile of clothes strewn on the floor. He holds it open for you once you’ve taken your time to redress.

“Dr. Qian can give you more information on the way out..” with one hand on the door handle he turns to face you halfway. Brow lifting curiously. “This was fun right?”

“Fun..”

“Interesting, at least?” He asks. A sweet hopefulness carrying in the back of his tone.

“It was…very interesting.”

“Consider hosting for the Vision faciality. I will make sure you are well taken care of.” Yangyang steps closer to you. Softly pecking your cheek, muttering to get home safe.

Host position: A year long process. Human participants must pass a health check first to qualify. If human fails to carry eggs after three experiments, we shall reassess the process. All humans will be provided appropriate shelter, food, doctor visits and full compensation. Any willing participants must apply and interview to be chosen.

“Eggs?” You mumble out loud after finishing reading over the documents Dr. Qian placed in your hold. Having to hold an exit process that went over every rule mentioned in the NDA he had you sign before allowing you to leave. Handing over a hefty envelope full of cash covering more than just two months rent that convinced you enough.

“Ovipositioning. It seems Yangyang finds you suitable to host his spawn.” Kun explains. Tapping at the payment fee. “You seem healthy enough. If you’re looking for work, come back tomorrow.”

“Spawn?!”

“He is a species after all.” Dr. Qian laughs, directing you to the front doors. “Do not hesitate to come in. Think it over of course! Yangyang hasn’t shown this much interest in a mating prior. It’s possible you are his perfect human match.”

Kun lets out a boisterous laugh standing near the large scale floor to ceiling doors. Waggling a finger toward the lost expression that's struck your face.

“As I said, think it over.” Kun reaches for the doors, winking quickly. “I believe you’d make a wonderful host.”

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Revenge Part.2

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Part.1

Part 3

Summary: Y/N and the Winchester brothers are on the trail of a mysterious werewolf, but who knows where this may lead them? Another successfull hunt or a more serious mess?

“So, you mean that there is an entire book series about you?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. Sam and Dean looked a bit embarrassed “Well, yeah. But Chuck wasn’t aware that we actually existed when he wrote the books.” That was a lot to process, less than when I joined the life of course, but goddamn! I needed to find those books, for sure. Then realization strucked me. ”That means that thousands of people read about not only your adventures but also Dean’s hookups? I think I’m scarred for life.” This earned me a good laugh from Sam who put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and a big frown from Dean who smacked his hand from him.“What? It’s not Casa Erotica worthy either, don’t exaggerate. And thousands of people, really? You are flattering Chuck.” I just rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Dean. Just now tell me how you ended up at the first Supernatural Convention.” Dean had a huge grin forming on his lips while Sam stopped laughing and a “Don’t you dare” look in his eyes. Which made Dean smile even more. “It was around three years before we met you. We received a SOS message from Chuck, but apparently, Sam’s girlfriend just wanted to see him.” If looks could kill, Dean would have been killed by Sam.“Sam’s girlfriend?” I asked. “She’s not my girlfriend! Listen, Becky is a huge fangirl…’ “So, her name is Becky. Well,well, well” I interrupted him, making Dean chuckle. “Stop laughing! Alright. So she sent us a message, pretending to be Chuck and tricked us to participate at this stupid convention.Thankfully in a way, since this place was haunted we were able to save people there.” “With the help of a couple who were cosplaying us.", continued Dean. “Okay. So I have a question. This guy, the werewolf, obviously knows about you and will go to a Supernatural Convention. Is it me or everytime a convention takes place, a trap is directly set for you? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a sketchy trap. Plus, everyone will have a costume. It’s evident that this guy will make a massacre without getting caught. What if it was part of a plan to let us live in the barn and he left us a bait to find him again?” I asked, anxious. Dean and Sam seemed deep in thinking. “Y/N has a point. But why? Do you really think this guy has more beef on us?” asked Dean. “Maybe, since we have enemies everywhere. But don’t forget that it could be even more dangerous for Y/N since she killed his son.” added Sam. I took on a deep breath. Wow, this was official, I really hated werewolves.”Okay. So we have a mastermind werewolf on hand and a convention about your life.The next week is going to be interesting to say the least.” Dean took my shoulders in an embrace and told me “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry, we are here, sweetheart.” I felt warmth on my cheeks as his breath fanned on my skin. I hated being that silly when it happened, but I couldn’t help it.“Thank you.” I tried really hard to hide the blush that formed on my face and it earned me a look from Sam. He knew about my crush on his brother since the day I saved Dean from a vampire. And I knew he’ll never let me in peace ever since. “Well folks, prepare your stuff. We’re going.’ said Sam, clapping his hands together.

I went straight to my room and put my duffle bag on the bed. And I began to rummage through my drawers. While digging through my mess I felt something cold that entangled itself in my fingers. When I took my hand out of the clothes I found my old heart-shaped silver locket that I thought was lost for so long. When I opened it, I felt tears in my eyes. It was the last picture I took with my best friend, my only ‘family’ left. I sat on the floor and tried to not cry. Then I heard someone opening my door. “Hey Y/N, I thought you would like… You okay?” It was Dean’s voice. I turned my head and saw him with a plate of waffles and a concerned look. “Yeah, I just found my locket and it brought so many memories that I thought were…” Dean crouched next to me and landed his free hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure Ethan was awesome. And that he was super proud when you helped us to kill that demon.” I could never forget that demon who possessed Mandy, our roommate.It killed Ethan right before my eyes and I couldn’t do a thing to help him. To this day, I didn’t know why it killed him and left me. Dean and Sam helped me a lot through the whole “Survivor’s guilt” thing. They were practically experts in that area. “Wanna some help putting the necklace on?” asked Dean, bringing me back to reality. “Sure, thanks.” I felt Dean gently taking my hair to the side and he took my necklace in hands to put it around my neck. “Done. So you want waffles or am I doomed to eat them by myself?” He asked, earning him a small smile from me. “ I take that as a yes.” He said and sat next to me. I always enjoyed this kind of moment with Dean. Just him and I, sharing whatever food the other brought and talking about whatever subject as if our life wasn’t a giant mess.

About an hour later, we were all packed, ready to leave the bunker and to head straight to San Francisco. When Dean took place behind the wheel, he threw me a glance and started the engine. “Sam, Y/N, are you ready?” Sam and I nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He started one of his mixtapes and drove out of the garage. The drive was long since California is quite far away from Kansas.Dean and Sam kept bickering about the music again. I always was deep in my thoughts in those kinds of moments. “Let’s ask Y/N’s opinion about the next mixtape, then.” I jumped when I heard my name and made eye contact with Dean in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, what would you like to listen to? Some classic Rock or some crappy pop song that Sam likes?” Without a thought, I said “Classic Rock all the way.” Told you!” cheered Dean .“Damn right, I should have known.” said Sam in an exasperated tone. I blew him a raspberry and enjoyed the song.

Timeskip

When we finally reached San Francisco it was already dark outside. Sam was sound asleep and Dean and I kept a quiet conversation with music in the background.”I think I found a motel.” said Dean, while the sign of a crappy motel was visible not that far from us. When Dean parked the car, he awoke Sam. “Wake up drooling beauty” Sam opened one eye and hummed. “No I’m serious Sam, you drooled all over the seat. Get Up! We’re at a motel. I’ll go check us into a room and you’ll help Y/N with the bags.” Sam woke up completely and got out of the car. In no time, we were in our room. There were two beds. “Who do you share with, this time?” asked Sam. “What about you guys sleeping together and I take a whole bed for myself?” I said. “In your dreams, princess. You already slept with Sam, you know that he is a kicker and that he snores a lot.” said Dean with a smile, knowing that it wasn’t even remotely true but it was funny. “Fine, I’ll share with Dean.” Dean gave me a wink. “Good call, leave the kicker alone. But the next time Dean has an ‘embarrassing’ dream, if you know what I mean, don’t even consider begging to come with me.” said Sam and Dean’s face changed. “Hey! I’m a gentleman, I never dared to have this kind of dream when I share the bed with Y/N.” And the bickering was on again. I took advantage of it to take a shower first.

We spent the following days searching whether there were werewolf attacks in the area but apparently the guy kept a low profile. Then the convention day finally arrived. I saw Dean taking a deep breath and Sam seemed ready to run away. I decided to speak ‘So, I saw that a certain Samlicker81 was the organizer of this convention.” I couldn’t hold a little laugh at the pseudonym. As if the simple mention of the name summoned her, a little blond woman appeared out of nowhere and I saw that Sam was about to sprint away. “Hey, Sam! You came! I knew you could not stay away from me that long!” she said, literally clinging to him. “H...Hey Becky!” said Sam in a forced tone. Dean and I exchanged a look. So this is Becky… Interesting. “She is worse than Beetlejuice.” I whispered to Dean and he nodded. When she finally left Sam alone she turned to us. “Hey Dean. And you must be Y/N. I’m so sorry about your friend.” her expression shifted from sadness to complete joy. “ I’m so glad you guys decided to stop by!” I wasn’t listening anymore.How did she know me and about Ethan? I got a bit away from the boys and that’s when I saw them. A group of girls dressed like me. Some had wigs and colored contact lenses and some with a replica of my necklace. They were all different and gorgeous. One of them noticed me. “Oh girl! I love your cosplay. You really got Y/N’s energy with that outfit! Guys! come here, look at her!” I didn’t even notice that even guys wore the same kind of outfit as me. I smiled at them and complimented them as well. When I found Dean and Sam I could not help but ask “How did that Becky girl know about me?” “I think Chuck didn’t hold his promise and kept writing. I'm gonna kill him!” said Dean. “As much as I agree with you, we’ll have an army of fans after us if you land as much as hand on him.” said Sam. “Guys, I think you’re forgetting why we’re here in the first place.” “Yeah, Y/N is right. Remember that he can be any tall guy around here and that he is probably in a disguise.Let’s split up.”

While I was on my own, I found other cosplayers and spoke a bit with them. If there wasn't any danger, I’m sure I would have enjoyed talking with them. They were really interesting people. I saw many people dressed as monsters we fought but I didn’t see any guy that could fit the profile of the werewolf. It was frustrating. Ifinally spotted Dean and Sam near the bar, the real ones. Sam was apparently enjoying a Bitch cocktail while Dean was drinking his Jerk cocktail. “Hey! Found anything?” Dean chugged his cocktail and said “Squat” “Yeah, white goose chase.” added Sam. “So you guys decided to head for the booze instead of keep looking?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The only way to make this day a little bearable.” replied Dean with his gruff voice. I heard people trying to imitate his voice the whole day but no one can do it like him. He was about to order another one but I grabbed his sleeve. “Dean, please this is serious. This son of a bitch could be anywhere. People are in danger.” “Y/N is right, Dean.” Dean huffed and put his glass on the counter. “Okay, let’s go”

We came across many reenactments of fights and important moments we’ve been through. Those people seemed really invested in our adventures. I swore to myself to not let them get involved in such a situation unless it’s fictional. At some point, I saw a girl dressed with a blue dress covered in fake blood. She was crying on the floor while holding a brunette guy who seemed dead. And two guys went to her, guns in hand. “Who are you?” she said between fake sobs. “We’re the Winchester. What happened?” They were playing the moment I met Dean and Sam. I still remember how they barged in my flat, searching for ‘Mandy’, how I cried on Dean's shoulder, how I trapped the demon after playing the bait and how hard it was to organize Ethan’s funeral. I put a hand to my mouth, speechless. Sam noticed and took my shoulder to lead me somewhere else

We also passed by another group of girls dressed as me and caught a glimpse of what they were saying. “I can’t believe Y/N never confessed to Dean that she” My instinct kicked in. I dragged Dean away from the group. “Confess me what?” “That the last time I ate the last slice of pie and accused Sam” “That was you ?! I ignored Sam for an entire week” almost screamed Dean. I looked at Sam and he mouthed ‘Nice save.” As the day went on, we grew bored of looking. I let the guys take a break while I was taking drinks for us. “One Bitch, One Jerk and a SquirrelandMoose for me, please.” I carefully made my way to the guys when I bumped into a tall guy. “Oops, sorry.” I said “No problem.” replied the guy and with that I arrived and handed Dean and Sam their drinks.”Dear hunters, you are invited to join the conference room to welcome our special guest” a guy dressed as Bobby said. Everyone got up and headed to the said room. “If the werewolf is here, it’s the moment to be very careful.” said Dean, bringing his hand to the place where he usually hides his gun. “Keep both eyes open.”, he added.

I heard a bit of commotion behind me. “Wow, your costume is awesome dude!” “Yeah, so realistic. Where did you find such high quality fake fur?” I turn my head, in complete panic. It was a guy disguised with a less cheap werewolf costume than the others but he wasn’t that tall and I could see the label of the costume. I signed in relief. We were all confined in this room. When the famous Chuck appeared on the stage, everybody cheered except the Winchesters and I. “He could be here with us.” whispered Sam. Chuck answered many pointless questions, I was sure that he regretted ever writing this book series. The following hours were exhausting. A loud howl interrupted Chuck's monologue and everything went black in the room. Everyone cheered, probably thinking that it was a surprise animation. “Goddamn, here we go again.” said Dean. The generator supplied the room with a bit of light, enough to see a fully transformed werewolf charging us.

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