#but we're starting with the nasty boy because he got the first ask

[ghouljams]

Outlaw!Cowboy!König can kidnap me anytime 🫠

You know people hate tax assessors but this is just ridiculous. As soon as you set foot out of the general store you were scooped up by a giant of a man as he swung onto an equally large horse. You didn’t even have time to shout before you took stock of the situation. Even less time before a bullet whizzed past your cheek, just grazing your skin in a way that makes you reevaluate your career choices. 

“Quit shootin’ you fuckin muppet, he’s got a hostage,” The sheriff you’d met this morning shouts. You watch him grab his deputy’s gun and point it away from you. You watch the local law grow smaller over the shoulder of your apparent kidnapper. They’re not even trying to come after you. You’re a little insulted.

You’re finally maneuvered off the man’s shoulder when the town is safely behind you and the prairie is stretching out infinitely before you. You’re settled in front of him in the saddle, bracketed by thick arms and powerfully muscled thighs. You try not to be intimidated, but this is your first time being kidnapped.

“Wie sagt man das auf Englisch,” The man behind you mumbles to himself, your ears perk up at the foreign tongue. It’s not usually German you’re hearing in these parts. “Sorry for-” He fishes for the word.

“Grabbing me?” You supply.

“Ja, grabbing. I do not grab women,” He tells you, thinking for a moment, “normally.”

“I suppose that’s comforting,” You lean forward to pet the horse’s neck and his arm wraps around your waist to keep you in the saddle. 

“Wie geht es dir so ruhig?” The absolute amazement in his voice is as much translation as you really need, you can guess the rest. Probably wondering why you’re not screaming your head off.

“I get guns pulled on me a lot,” you tell him. Although usually that only happens when people owe money on their taxes. Honestly as far as worst case scenarios go, this has been frighteningly comfortable. You can’t imagine it’ll stay that way long.

The man’s arm leaves your waist as you lean back against him, not too against him but enough to let him know you’re not trying to make a run for it. Instead of grabbing the reins again he grabs your jaw, holds your face between his fingers and tips your head back. You blink up at the shadowed features of your kidnapper, the black bandana, the dark brimmed hat, he’s got some sort of grease around his eyes to darken them. That’s smart, you think, better to hide his features if he ever wants to go into town without shooting the place up. His eyes are so piercingly blue as they stare down at you, you wonder if he might be part angel with eyes like that.

“Schöne,” Again he isn’t talking to you, his voice is low and undirected. He’s a mumbler, you think. He looks forwards, lets go of your face so you can too, but his hand doesn’t leave you. It drops to your chest, an action he seems to think better of when you try to squirm away, then to your stomach. “You are married?” He asks, and you aren’t sure that question bodes well for you.

“Not anymore,” His fingers stretch so wide over you, a reminder of how much bigger he is. As if you needed one.

“Verwitwet?” You don’t know that one.

“What?”

“Your man, dead?” He tries again.

“Oh,” You think that's a rather callous way of putting it, but it's sort of a callous subject, you suppose, "He ran off."

“Ah,” His hand presses a little more firmly against you, forces you back against him, his hips fitting neatly with yours, “Das ist gut.” You feel the roll of his hips with the movement of the horse, his hand keeping you held close. You grip the saddle horn tight, try to quell the heat he’s working through you.

“That’s good?” You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. The way his hips move, the way he holds you, he’s making sure you know the intent behind his question. You more than know it, you can feel it simmering in your stomach. Without the whole kidnapping thing, he might’ve been your type: big and warm, broad chested and strong enough to swing onto a moving horse with you potato-sacked over his shoulder.

“Gut für mich,” He hums, hand sliding lower to press between your legs until you curl over his arm with a whine. “Good for you too, ja?”

“Ja,” You agree without thinking, “yeah, yes.”

“Good.” The way he purrs it so close to your ear makes you want to push into his hand. Only in your dreams has a man made you feel like this. You were married once, sure, but you didn’t particularly like your husband, and he certainly didn’t touch you with such thick appreciative fingers.

You wonder how long it’ll be ‘til the law comes to get you. They can’t leave a government assessor out in the desert without a marshal knocking on their door. Still, you sort of hope they take their time with it.

[balioc]

Thoughts on the Barbie Movie

Hoo boy. Here we go.

This is long. Spoilers abound.

I

The movie is not, in any normal sense, a Barbie movie (like this or this or this or whatever). It is not a story of Barbie doing the kinds of things that Barbie does in stories. It is an endlessly postmodern and self-referential movie about Barbie, which is to say, about the Barbie franchise and its role in culture. Which is, at least plausibly, an interesting thing for a movie to be.

You probably knew all that already. But it does give us a baseline of "this movie kind of had to be political and discourse-y, one way or another." Or even, to be more specific: "to some large extent this movie had to be about feminism, explicitly, if it was going to exist at all." How could you talk meaningfully about Barbie's role in culture without touching on that stuff?

II

The evaluative TLDR:

Barbie is very ambitious, and in many places very fun. It is also deeply confused, and fragmented, about what it's trying to say and do. Often it raises genuinely interested problems/scenarios and then totally fails to address them, or else addresses them in ways that are incoherent. The text knows that it's doing this, and on several occasions kind of apologizes for it; a couple of times it more or less looks into the camera and says "sorry, we're not going to deal with this properly;" but, well, that's not a substitute for dealing with things properly.

There is also a streak of genuine political nastiness running through the film, in a place where the story really cannot afford it. It...doesn't match up, tonally or thematically, with some of the surrounding material. I have no background at all in cinematic stratigraphy, but I would be fascinated to learn about Barbie's editorial history, because I have the vague sense that a more-cogent (and more-interesting) story got hacked apart and then Frankensteined together into something much cheaper and worse.

III

The opening sequence of the movie is wild. You've seen most of it -- or you can, if you haven't, and you want to -- because it is the film's first teaser trailer. Girls are playing listlessly with baby dolls; a giant Barbie appears like the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey; and then the girls enter a frenzy of destruction, bashing their baby dolls' heads against the ground.

I don't know whether I would have found it as disturbing as I did, if I didn't actually have a baby of my own. But speaking from the standpoint of a parent...yeah, wow, it's more viscerally horrific than most actual horror I've seen recently. The narration says some stuff about Barbie providing a new and more rewarding set of imagination games to play, but the visuals by themselves tell a message loud and clear, which is: Barbie will turn your daughters into infanticidal maenads. It wouldn't need any editing at all to be part of a shock-you-silly Reefer-Madness-y moral panic film.

Which is really good! And really interesting! It starts us off on an undeniable thematic note: there is something primal and powerful and very dangerous about Barbie.

IV

The very best part of the movie is probably the part that comes right after the opening, when we explore the movie's depiction of "Barbieland" by going through Barbie's Typical Day, before we get into any of the notional plot or metaphysics. It's joyful and charming in a consistent way. The gags are (mostly) great. The movie is in love with its base premise, and that love is palpable.

This sequence makes one thing very clear:

Barbie treats Ken like absolute dogshit. She is a bad girlfriend.

And it's taken seriously. I mean, it's played for laughs, almost everything in this movie is played for laughs, but...it's not mean-spirited, not here. It's not, like, "ha ha, Ken, what a contemptible loser." He's Pierrot, asking for very basic forms of affection and attention and respect, and getting the door slammed in his face over and over. It's honestly kind of heartbreaking.

That colors everything that comes later.

The movie doesn't forget this, or fail to acknowledge it. At the end, after everything, Barbie does apologize to Ken for her treatment of him. It's a halfhearted and supremely unsatisfying kind of apology, especially in context, but...it's there, in so many words! I'm not making it up! This thematic foundation was laid down, not-very-subtly, right at the beginning!

V

This movie, which is at least trying to be ambitious, is juggling a million themes. Many of them are dumb at their core, and have no real promise; many of them lack any kind of narrative synergy with the others. But there are at least two which, I believe, (a) are genuinely worthwhile individually and (b) work well together in a story.

One is: What does it mean to be a symbol rather than a person? To exist, not for your own sake, but for the sake of influencing the dreams and culture of entities that you don't know and can't really understand?

The other is: What is the proper ordering of the relationship between Barbie and Ken?

I've seen a number of Takes in which people say, essentially: Couldn't this have ended with the Barbies and the Kens just being decent to each other and treating each other like humans? Couldn't there have been equality and mutual respect, instead of the weird uncomfortable girlboss-supremacist stuff that we got? And I sympathize with that impulse tremendously, but the honest answer has to be: No. We cannot have simple equality and esteem between Barbie and Ken, not in a movie like this. That would be a lie. Because this is a movie about Barbie-as-symbol, and when you're looking at Barbie through that lens, it is true and unavoidable that Ken is an appendage and an afterthought. You can have toys for boys; you can have dolls for boys (even if you call them "action figures" or whatever); for that matter, you can have dolls of boys for girls, so that girls can tell stories centering on male characters; but that's not what Ken is, and never has been. There are no Ken stories, and no one particularly wants them. Ken exists to be Barbie's boyfriend.

(One of the most painful moments of the movie comes during the resolution wrapup. Ken wails to Barbie that he has no identity outside her. She says, basically, "you have to find one, because I'm leaving you." And he...acts like he's had an epiphany, and does a little silly celebration. But his "insight" is just literally "I'm Ken," there's absolutely nothing there, and of course it's the most hollow and awful thing in the world because he really does have no identity outside her.)

VI

The movie's metaphysics are not even slightly consistent. The nature of Barbieland, and the ways that it affects and is affected by the real world, are completely different in every scene. In large part because the film can't ever pass up a gag, whether or not it's funny, no matter how much damage it does to the narrative and the theming overall.

The worst part is that the movie is not capable of saying anything remotely coherent about the real world, because its version of the "real world" is as weird and fake as its Barbieland. Will Ferrell's CEO of Mattel character is more of an absurd cartoon than any of the Barbies or Kens. Mattel HQ is some kind of surreal labyrinth tower out of The Matrix. A random receptionist can handle herself like James Bond in a car chase, for reasons that are [handwaved in a gag].

VII

So. Yes. There is the sequence in the third act where Ken takes over Barbieland with the power of patriarchy. This is pretty much as bad as it can be. And I say this as someone who thinks that the movie probably did actually need a plot thread doing roughly that kind of thing.

Almost as bad as it can be. The wannabe-patriarch Kens are gleefully goofy in a way that you can't help but love, or at least, I couldn't help but love it. Which has something to do with the writing and something to do with the charisma of all the Ken actors. The main Ken, Ryan Gosling's Ken, really seems to believe that being a successful patriarch has a lot to do with riding majestic horses and wearing a giant fur coat without a shirt, and when he takes over Barbie's Dream House he names it Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House -- that kind of thing.

But. Apart from that, it's real unfortunate. The justification for Ken's ability to conquer Barbieland with patriarchy, instantly and effortlessly, is -- in almost so many words -- they had no defenses against it, it was like the American Indians encountering smallpox. I...don't think I need to spell out the problems with that.

Worse yet, the whole sequence is soaked in, uh, let's call it "2014-era upper-middle-class social-status-oriented feminism." The real bad behavior on the part of the Kens, the stuff they do when they're not being adorably weird, is: mansplaining their extensive opinions about cars and movies, and wanting to show off how helpful and knowledgeable they are to "damsels" who are having trouble using machines or computers. Apparently that's the real problem at hand, the causus belli of the gender wars. The way that you deprogram a patriarchy-brainwashed Barbie is by...ranting to her about the stereotypical social irritations of upper-middle-class women (e.g. "you have to keep yourself thin but not act like you care about being thin," "you have to be a confident leader but also be nurturing and supportive," etc.) [note that the Barbies of Barbieland have never encountered these irritations, at least not at the hands of men]. And the girlboss victory montage consists of having the Barbies put on deceptive manipulative bimbo acts to stroke the Kens' egos, which sure is one way to depict girlboss feminist victory.

But the most unforgivable thing of all is the depiction of the patriarchy-brainwashed Barbies. They're lad-magazine caricatures, endlessly offering their Kens "brewski beers," dressing up as French maids, gazing on in cow-eyed adoration as their Kens mansplain stuff to them.

Barbie does, in fact, have a problematic history with the patriarchy. And it does not look like that.

VIII

@brazenautomaton:

Barbie isn’t someone who had to fight through the patriarchy to be seen as good enough to be an astronaut even though she’s a woman. Barbie’s a fucking astronaut because she’s fucking Barbie of course she’s good enough to be an astronaut.

That is...one aspect of the deep Barbie lore. It is the Barbie-nature that Mattel was trying to push, as far back as my own childhood; it's certainly the Barbie-nature that Mattel is trying to push in this movie. But there is another side to Barbie, even older and even more fundamental than Senator Astronaut Veterinarian Barbie, and you can't make a postmodern movie-about-Barbie without addressing it.

This is Barbie the fashion doll. The Barbie who is an icon of ultra-consumerist teenage girlhood, whose life is defined by her fancy clothes and her fancy car. The Barbie whose most salient traits are her hourglass figure and her long blonde hair and her feet that are always posed to fit into high heels. The Barbie of "math class is tough!" The Barbie who is kinda vapid and shallow and, yes, boy-crazy.

How can you tell a story about Barbie wrestling with the culture of patriarchy, and not talk about that? How can you depict Barbie falling victim to the patriarchy and have it look nothing like that?

...the movie does bring up the specter of Vapid Consumerist Barbie, briefly. When Margot Robbie's Barbie first comes to the real world and meets with the sullen teenage daughter character, she has a litany of That Thing thrown in her face, and it makes her sad. But nothing is ever done with it, and it goes nowhere.

IX

And it could all have fit together so well. That's the hell of it.

You can imagine the version of the story in which Ken conquers Barbieland with patriarchy, because the Barbies are actually vulnerable to patriarchal narratives, because Vapid Consumerist Barbie is the chthonic serpent that gnaws at the foundations of Senator Astronaut Veterinarian Barbie civilization. He successfully makes them all forget that they're senators and astronauts and veterinarians, and turns them into airheaded teenage fashionistas who think that math class is tough.

And this avails him, and the other Kens, nothing. Even within the "patriarchal" version of Barbieland, Ken is still an afterthought and an appendage. He still gets treated like dogshit, just in a different idiom.

Because the thing that has always been true of Barbie, though every age and every phase of her mythos, is: she is the main character of her own story.

This is what the movie was telling us all the way back in the horrific 2001-pastiche prologue, right? Even when Barbie was just a swimsuit model, the point was that she let girls tell stories about themselves (or idealized/aspirational versions of themselves), not about boys or babies. That is a truer, and more powerful, feminist message about the meaning of Barbie than any message the movie actually bothers conveying.

The gag scene practically writes itself: the brainwashed Barbies are sitting around in a giggly slumber-party huddle talking about how dreamy Ken is, and actual Ken cannot get a word in edgewise, he can't even get them to notice he's there, because even Vapid Consumerist Barbie is fundamentally centered in her own life. Her narrative is not about a boy, it's about the experience of being a girl (mostly engaging with other girls) who likes thinking and talking about boys. Which is very much beside the point, if you started out with the complaint that your girlfriend never paid any attention to you.

Patriarchy hurts men too, indeed.

X

The movie ends, as I've intimated, in a disappointing squidge of thematic confusion. Barbie announces that she never really loved Ken, and leaves him, because...well, because these days the smart-set target audience is allergic to romantic narratives that Produce the Couple, as far as I can tell. Then she goes to the real world and becomes a real girl, a move that means nothing and is nonsensical even by the standards of the Barbie metaphysics, because the storytellers don't know how to end her arc and Becoming a Real Girl is the sort of thing that feels like a meaningful conclusion.

The Kens...sigh...the Kens ask for equal rights in Barbieland, more or less, and get told, "nah, but we'll throw you some bones." And they're happy with this, more or less, because they're dumb and don't really care. The narrator says, approximately, "maybe someday they'll make as much progress as women have in the real world." Haw haw.

It's probably too much to hope for a movie like this to be willing to say something substantive about responsibility and kindness in relationships. It's almost certainly too much to hope for a movie like this to be willing to say something about the nature of love symbols and love narratives. But all the pieces really were there, laid out very conspicuously. The movie could have wrapped up with: Ken doesn't need to be more important than Barbie, he doesn't even need to be as important as Barbie, he just needs to be treated with human decency. And if little girls are going to play with Barbies, and fantasize about having cute guys hanging all over them -- maybe they should have functional models of romance and human connection in which to root their fantasies, and not terrible ones.

[bangchanisinmymind]

Something inspired by the song ''the party and the after party'' by the weeknd ?

-A.

Wow this took sooo long to answer im so incredibly sorry, I couldn't think of anything BUT I came up with something I hope you like (p.s. I love your requests thankyousm :) -> masterlist

the party and the after party

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

your hands on his chest, his on your hips; he didn't even bother to help you he just kept them there. he let you ride him just how you wanted, he didn't want to interfere after all; he didn't even know you.

how you ended up there? well better ask that friend of yours who had a party at their house and invited everyone in the town. how could you keep your eyes of that pretty boy and his muscles, him dancing with you didn't make it any better. thank god he understood that you just needed to fuck someone and didn't even wait till the song finished; he just got a room and locked the door.

once you were alone, the only thing you could hear was the faint music from the party, he looked at you to make sure you wanted this. he didn't have much time though because the second you realised what had happened you just kissed him. he kissed you back, his plump lips felt so heavenly on yours and him sliding his hot tongue in your mouth making you moan made the kiss more passionate.

"do whatever you want on me" he muttered without separating your lips. you just nodded and made him sit on the bed. "I'll take care of you first, as a thank you" you smirked unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his exposed skin. he took of his and your shirt while you unbothered pulled his pants and underwear down. oh boy was huge, his cock now laid against his toned v-line. before you took him in, you kissed, licked and sucked every inch of his abdomen finally meeting his leaking erection. your eyes lip up to the sight as you stared a few seconds; you don't see dicks like his every day.

he was growing impatient and you started kissing his red tip before slipping in what you could take. but still half of it couldn't fit in, no matter how hard you tried and just stroked it with your hands while literally sucking his soul out. the sounds he made were so nasty and cute at the same time, making the pool between your folds worse than it already was.

"that's it girl don't stop" he was about to come, you could feel his dick twitch, even the tone of his voice said so, you made your moves faster guiding him with your face to his bare thigh. he just smirked at himself and came in your mouth. hot strings of his load filling your mouth and the argue to shallow was huge but in the end you opened your mouth letting it fall on his thigh. "jus' wanted it to be wet" you murmured before getting rid of the rest of your clothing and sitting on his thigh. the mix of liquids made your pussy throb forcing you to move your hips gently. his hands keeping you in place as you balanced on his shoulders connecting your eyes with his as you rocked your hips faster "how is it pretty? tell me, you can get off only from my thigh?" he lightly giggled "ah- ah yes I c-can it's so g-good" you basically moaned feeling your high approaching, sooner than expected.

high pitched moans and whines escaping for your lips and a proud smile laid on his face. the right places were more than touched making you milk his thing with both of your juices dripped on the floor after travelling your legs. "lay down" you said and he did his hands behind his head for support and his bulge building again. you go on all fours going near him kissing and marking all over his well trained body finding his neck. you didn't halt movements while easily sliding on his cock.

and now we're here; your hands on his chest, his on your hips; he didn't even bother to help you he just kept them there. "come on doll don't you wanna go faster?" he low-key teased, challenging you; of course you wanted to go faster and you did. bot of you screaming at how his dick caressed your velvet throbbing walls. reaching your climax again you bounced harder on him making him come in you before you came too.

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[cherizzx]

He cute...a little weird but cute!

Crona the mf Grogan x Chubby!Black Reader

A.N: (Ok sooo ive never seen a fic with him and a black girl which is crazy because i feel like he like DOWN BAD for black and what black? we therefore we must write 🤭)

" He cries like alot'

" yeah, it's kinda sad because of Medusa if you think about it

" yeah, but still, he too creepy and he cries? that's like a serial killer code gone wrong"

Two people I call friends talks about the new boy at school, his names Crona I think? I dunno but, he was one of Medusas pawns for taking down the DWMA; which to me I knew the bitch was crazy when she came in with a bob and twists in her hair...BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! So, as they talked I just tune them out listening to music and drawing some doodles when out the corner of my eye, I saw him for the first time.

"Wow..is that a girl or boy?" I lean over and asked one of the girls to which they shook they heads no, Crona sits by Maka and a small smile glows his face; he's beautiful like REALLY pretty, I just stared at him a bit and when my friend tapped me to ask about something i saw he looked at me too..HE WANTS ME BAD LIKE HA!

*Two class periods later, now it lunch because we are big and hungry*

" Thats just nasty..." I say in utter disgust, BlackStar ass is putting cheese, meat, pickles and for some reason mixed milk and Soul dared him to eat it! Niggas are like weridddd, but as I was looking I saw Crona making the same face I was it made me giggle at how he looks utterly disgusted yet curious.

Me and my little group of friends sit down, and we eat some chips and snacks when Maka and Soul's group of friends came over. We look up and smiled since we all are familiar with each other, Liz and Patty sat across from me and Crona and Maka sat beside me on my right since my friend was too my left; Crona just seemed nervous and jittery so I whispered what was wrong? He just shook his head and then some bald black monster thingy came out of his back?

" QUIT BEING A WIMP AND TALK CRONA"

" Ouch! Stoppp I don't know how to talk to girls! Och Ragnarök!"

I watched in a confused manner and turned to Maka who was just getting ready to throw her book, Soul was just staring at BlackStar who was groaning in pain from his earlier concoction with Tsubaki shaking her head in disappointment. I look at Crona who now is sitting covering his head and I don't knew i just felt like comforting him.

" Ok na, that's enough, now go on back to where you came from"

" WHO DO YOU THINK YO-"

" CLAM IT DOWN OFFBRAND VEMON, keep it cute you saw him smiling and giggling all happy now you gotta mess with him? Thats sad"

Me and off brand get to arguing and I'm not gonna lie he ate me up a few times, but I kept up with him! As we argued the group was laughing egging me and black slimeball out; soon he just went back into Crona and Crona thanked me smiling, I told it wasn't big deal.

" I've really stood up to him...he's cool during fights, but I don't like when he yells at me"

" I don't either, you were all shy earlier now you crying! Here let me help" I get out a toilette from my bag and wipe his face off and he stares at him with wide eyes, I didn't know grey pinkish eyes could sparkle but his did; we started talking again except, Crona was more talkative really to me and Maka.

The bell rings and we all go to our classes but, me and Crona walk together to the courtyard.

" T-thank you for being nice tome when he came out, it not a lot of people who would argue with him"

" It's fine Crona plus, it made steal some of his comebacks" I laughed off, Crona had a small smile on his lips when I talked, he's a good listener. We mainly talk about interests and what he wants to do at DWMA, he told me about how Marie was helping him get over his past and Maka helping with making friends and even though he just got here I feel like I've known his story. As we're walking we both look at the creepy sun it almost time for our next class and I take a tiny snack.

" Want one? " Sure" Hès very simple, we eat a bit of the chips and continues our convo when I see my friends skipping; they called us over and Crona saw Marie, we parted ways wuth goodbyes and i walked over to my friends who are smirking.

" What's the smirks abo-"

" You like him!!!"

" Omg reader! You got a crush on the serial killer non killer dude!?"

They giggle and tease me for my little, tiny, molecular crush on Crona; even though they are right it still doesn't me they get to talk about it!

"I wouldn't say crushhh, more of a I think he's cute."

" But he like textbook definition of werido"

" Well, he's gonna be my werido! I'll talk about Pokémon cards and if Goku is better than Naruto any day if it with him!" I say with my head held high.

" BYEEEE NOT HER IN LOVEEEE" they say in unison, and I speed walk away from them with a smile, and the thought of cutesy Crona Gorgon with flowers and the title ' my werido' engraved in my mind.

Yeah, he may have crybaby, whine a lot, and is kinda serial killer but doesn't kill traits but its cute on him! He's weird and I'm gonna be weird with him!

A.N: ( OMG THIS IS SOOO ME CODED AND SOOO CUTE, and i know it isn't describing the body type but I'm chubby so Imma write it like that because we don't have nothingggg with him, but yea! Let me know if you like it!

[retlasute]

Cam I request for NSFW headcanons for Speedwagon ( I won't let this man die without some pus-) or Johnny 😃 ( because ... why not 🤷‍♂️) . You're choice !!!

AYOOOOOOOOOO FINALLY GOT TO ANSWER YOUR REQUEST First of all, I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY FOR THE DELAY Here I only have the Speedwagon headcanons, because I plan to do something different with Johnny👀 but anyway, I hope you like it! Next time I promise not to let the cobwebs spread through my inbox 😭 AND DON'T WORRY, SPEEDWAGON WON'T DIE WITHOUT SOME PUSSY

Robert E. O. Speedwagon - NSFW Headcanons

Silly little British  

Maybe not that little  

A gentleman, despite everything  

But probably as nasty as Joseph would be 

When he asked you out for the first time, you could only see a shy boy  

Cordial, maybe too much so. To the point of holding back from calling you "milady" 

He's a lonely man, so don't expect too much confidence from him  

Because he's a loner, it's to be expected that being your butler is his love language  

Or a strange way of flirting  

This man is obsessed with you as if you were a priceless work of art  

If someone harms his work of art, that person is dead  

HE WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR YOU  

And yet he feels like he would die of a heart attack whenever he's alone with you 

At first, he restricts himself to modest kisses on your cheek or neck  

You need to show that you're comfortable enough to unleash the beast in this man  

He wants to keep you on his lap practically ALL THE TIME  

He secretly likes to look down on you, as if you were a mere mortal facing a deity 

To him, you're like a siren. And he's too weak to resist one  

Now to the point, why you'll never understand HOW THAT MAN COULD BE IN ANY WAY SOLITARY 

We're talking about a medium-sized cock, thick and strangely soft. Something velvety, the kind you always feel like touching. It's noticeable that he trims it regularly.  

After taking off his own clothes, he takes off yours  

But before he does, he asks your permission with a look, like a puppy 

He's careful, touching every inch of your skin as if to memorize it 

Lots of kisses before, during and after, as well as the next day and the day after that 

Even naked, he's very hot, so don't be as alarmed as the neighbors when he starts opening the windows to cool down the room  

No matter what he's doing, call him by his first name in a charming way and you'll see this man melt down 

He'll kiss you and massage you all over, whispering silly, meaningless things in your ear hoping you'll be as numb with pleasure as he is to pay attention  

Sometimes you'll notice that he's simply paralyzed, gazing at you  

At first you thought it was some kind of joke, but after many nights of repeating it, you discovered that it was simply the stunned reaction to seeing the ivory sculpture that was your naked body in front of him 

This man will ensure that you are the most satisfied lady in the United Kingdom  

He'll also make sure he's the most affable lover  

Also lie on, touch or kiss his chest when necessary (believe me, it will be necessary), it drives him crazy  

If you like rough men and a bit of pain, I'm sorry, but Speedwagon is a gentleman and would never hurt a flower as beautiful as you. 

If you beg, maybe he'll reconsider. But for now, he just allows himself to fuck you until you scream. But hitting? Not in a thousand years 

But he doesn't mind being choked while you ride him 

He could beg on his knees for you to sit on his face, but his virtues and shyness won't allow it  

So sit on his face. He may not be asking for it, but you can be sure he wants it and needs it  

Sometimes, involuntarily, he may end up becoming a little more dominant  

But it will still be slow and sensual, unless you ask him to be rougher 

Deep down, he loves to see you beg for more

Don't forget to scratch his back or pull his hair, he'll be delighted to see you doing it

If you tease him enough, he'll trap you under his body and destroy you  

Or he'll do it with you standing up, holding you down so your legs don't collapse  

Yes, he'll do it in front of the open window if he's wild enough  

But this brief moment of wildness is only limited to when he's madly horny  

After that, he'll go back to being the good old Speedwagon  

He'll give you more kisses, that's obvious  

If you're sore, he won't hesitate to give you a massage and clean you up  

He'll keep whispering things in your ear about how you're driving him crazy and how well you've done  

You can sense in the tone of his voice how sleepy he is, and you can't help but fear for your life at the prospect of him collapsing on you like a bear  

He's not a man with a lot of stamina, and needs a long hibernation to recover it 

However, make sure you wake up after him the next morning and you'll have a nobleman's breakfast

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 5,820

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

Chapter 8: Death take's a holiday

POV: Y/n

I am properly on my sixth cup of coffee at this point because I was so tired from staying up all night thinking about all the bullshit tremoli I've had to deal with. Also, I can sip it and not have to talk to Sam and Dean unless I had to. The last few weeks have been tedious with the three of us tip toeing around the fucked-up things we said when we were under the siren’s spell even though it was the truth at the moment to us. Sam was on the phone to Bobby talking about an interesting case he had found, and Dean was banging at the jukebox to get it to work, and I was trying not to explode with all the emotions I had running through my body. “No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird. ...Okay, Bobby, thanks.” Sam said, hanging up the phone. “What's up?” Dean sat down. “Bobby found something in Wyoming.” “A job?” I questioned. “Maybe” he responded. “Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half.” “Ok and is that not a normal good thing.” I questioned. “Well, it's how they're not dying.” 

 “One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.” “Capped in the ass?” Dean questioned and I chuckled under my breath at that one. “Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a nine-millimeter.” “Alright that one no way someone is walking away it looks like we got a case.” I said as it seems like I spoke to them for the first time today. “It's got to be something nasty, right? I mean, people making deals or something.” Sam said to us. And he wasn't wrong it looked like this had demon’s fingerprints all over it. The boys get up to leave as I stay sitting. “Y/n come on” Sam said to me. “You sure you guys want me to go with you. I mean you might have to save me and that is just pathetic right?” I said sipping my coffee and not looking up from my cup. “Y/n/n we said we're sorry okay I thought we were past this.” Dean responded looking sorry for a second. I finished my cup and got up not bothering to look at them. “Yeah, we're past it.” I said as I walked past them.

We were now at the man’s house who was shot straight in the chest and is now walking around like nothing had touched him. “Now you three said you were bloggers?” He asked us. “Yes, sir. Floored by the Lord dot com.” I answered. “All of God's glory fit to blog.” Sam and I both look at Dean like really. “Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle.” I said to him. “It was. Plain as day.” “How can you be so sure?” “How else do you explain it? The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston.” It does sound like a miracle but sadly with this life it never really is. “Well, how do you explain it?” Dean asked. Jim looks over to his daughter who was coloring at the other table and smiles. “Look, honestly. I was nobody's saint—not exactly father of the year, either.” “Okay”

“But when that guy shot me, and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance.” Right the Lord. "That so?” “I had this feeling—like angels were watching over me.” Huh okay now that's something we can work with. “I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.” “Trust us Jim we understand.” Especially if an Angel is becoming my best friend. “You wouldn't have happened to have swung by a crossroads in the past week or so?” Sam asked getting info if this was a Demon thing. “No” Jim said back confused. “Maybe you met someone? With black eyes? Or red?” Should have stopped at the first question. “Who'd you guys say you were again?” The three of us look at each other. “Never mind. Thank you for your time.” I said getting up to leave. 

Dean was reading something on the computer while I was getting coffee … again. “Hey” Sam said entering the room. “Hey you find anything else?” I asked him. “That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary.” The more I hear about people living their lives I want to leave this phenomenon alone. “Any sign of a deal?” Dean asked. “No. What about you? Found anyone dying around here?” “Not since Cole Griffith.” I responded back. “Poor Kid was 12 and dropped in his front yard. It was the last death we could find.” “So, what are you guys thinking?” Sam asked us. “Eh, maybe it is what the people say it is.” Dean said back.

“I think we would all love that Dean, but I don't think so.” I said back to him. “Yeah miracles? Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?” “Well, there's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers.” He was right so what was going on in this town. “Dean’s right the souls aren't being taken.” “Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them.” Sam replied back. “No reapers that would explain this.” “Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reapers on strike? Playing the back nine? I don't know, Sam, Y/n.” “Well let's talk to someone who might Cole.” I said. “The kid? The kid's a doornail.” “Maybe maybe not but we could go talk to him to figure it out.” “I love how matter of fact you are about that. Strange lives.” We do have strange lives since we're talking about talking to a dead person.

We were digging up Cole's grave well more like Sam and I. Dean was going through Dad’s journal. “You sure this is gonna work?” He asked Sam. “No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out.” “I can't believe we're doing this to a kid’s grave. It's messed up.” I said I was still digging. “Yeah, well unfortunately it's part of the job.” Sam gave me an answer when I was not looking for one, I was hoping maybe for some sympathy. “This job is jacked.” Dean said, sounding done. “How so?” Sam questioned. “You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right? But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people.” He was right but whatever was keeping the souls I had a feeling was not good. “Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order.” Sam’s response to Dean was complete Bullshit. “Sam, you want to talk “natural order ", how about Dean coming back from Hell or us still being alive after dealing with the jackpot of death.” I finished jamming my shovel harder in the ground annoyed at Sam. “Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?” I did a double take at him.

“Really Sam? We are not like others, we are just as human as others.” “Y/n/n come on as you said Dean has been to hell and I'm infected with demon blood, and you are practically besties with an Angel.” I scoffed at his reasoning. “Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, and you y/n as a secretary but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be.” “You gonna help us finish this?” Sam asked Dean as a man walked up. “Hey!” shit shit shit we really need to get better at being quiet digging up graves. “What are you doing here?” He questioned. How do you even reason this? “Uh so this does not look like what it is.” I said, sounding nervous. “Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship.” Fuck we so need to get better. “What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—” Dean was trying to reason. “I don't have a good answer.” He said and I gave him a really look. “We're leaving.” Sam said as we got out of the grave.

“You're not going anywhere.” Huh? “Ever again. Sam.” The man said as his eyes rolled to white. Oh, fucking great its Alice from Hell. “Alastair.” “I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy.” Dean said, backing away a bit. “Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious. Anyway, I have no time to chat. Got a hot date with death.” He flicks his hand at Dean and I as he flies back and hits some tombstones. “Dean, Y/n!!!” Sam yelled out. I was slowly fading as I saw some things as Sam had flicked Alastair back. “You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?” “You have no idea.” And then Alice smoked out Sam was still hooked I thought as I went out like a light.

I was sitting on the motel bed with a hell of a headache and an ice pack and wondering about Sam. “How you two doing?” He asked, walking in. I was thinking a lot about how to talk to him about this. I may be pissed but he was still my brother there was a reason why he was still hooked. “We're in pain, that's how we’re doing. I think we have concussions.” I think he was right because things were starting to cross. “You want some aspirin?” “Oh God yes please” I said, grabbing at it. My brothers may be able to tuff it out around but not me. “No thanks, House. So, demons, huh?” Dean said and of course he would say no. “Yeah. So much for miracles.” Sam replied. “And what the hell happened with Alastair again?” Dean questioned. What is Sam going to say to that I wonder. “I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever. And it didn't work, so he bailed.” Really Sam Alastair the big bad Demon couldn't fling a human when he did to us yeah that's believable. “Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time.” “Got no idea.” Sam’s got to get better at lying. “Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you, but just don't treat us like idiots, okay?” Dean said to Sam about us, and he had no idea. “What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets.” 

As I said before, get better Sam. “Mm-hm. Whatever. So, did you go back and q-and-a the dead kid?” See, even Dean can sense when something is going on. “Didn't have to. Bobby called. He did some digging.” “And what did he think?” I asked. “He thinks I'm right. Local reaper's gone. Not just gone—kidnapped.” “By demons? Why?” “Listen to this.” As he read from the notebook. “"And he bloodied death under the newborn sky—sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured."” “Ha I really hope I'm wrong sam but that sounds biblical like a seal.” “Well you are right Y/n unfortunately basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon—tomorrow night, by the way—you got yourself a broken seal.”

“How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death.” Dean examined. “I don't know. Maybe demons can. Where the hell are the angels is what I want to know. We could use their help for once.” Yeah, sadly they aren't on doctor calls even though I would love to give Cas a pager. ““What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?” “You got a better idea, I'm all ears.” “Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.” Right, oh no.”Well, if ghosts are the only ones that can see them…” No No No.”Then we become ghosts.” Dean said, putting his ice pack back on his head. “You do have a concussion.” “No Sam he doesn’t he's just insane he's talking about astral projection. Which means Pamela, which means she is going to hate us more.” I said sighing and lying back on the bed.

Pamela and Dean enter the room with Pam looking pissed. “I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you three are.” She was right, we go look for danger every day. “Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes.” Sam said to her trying to lighten the mood. “Aw, that's sweet, grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?” Damn “Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?” She asked us. “Yo.” Dean said, raising his hand a bit. “Of course. Chachi.” I love how she calls them out like I do. “So, let's be clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world? Do you have any idea how insanely heavy-duty that is?”

“Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so…” “So, it's nuts.” “Yes, it is but that's why we came to you.” I replied. “I do. Know what to do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap.” “Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too.” Dean said to her, and he sounded like a total dick. “Nice. More blind jokes?” “You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more” I look at her and grab her hand. “Please Pam, we need your help.”

I was closing the curtains so it would be an easier environment to slip into the astral plane. While the boys were lighting some candles. “Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the veil and you find the reaper, how are you gonna save it?” She asked us which was a good question since we hadn't gotten that far. “With style and class.” Dean replied with his usual cocky attitude. “You're gonna be three walking pieces of fog who can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot.” “I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us.” Sam said. “Sam, they had years to be mad and to practice for us it will be like going into kindergarten with seniors.” I replied to my brother's comment. “Y/n’s right.” Pam agreed with me. “Well, then, I guess we got to start cramming.” Dean said, slapping his hands together in preparation. "Wow, couple of heroes. All right. Lie down. Close your eyes.”

Sam layed down on the left bed and Dean and I layed down on the right because there were only two beds. “Animum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis. Okay, guys. That's it. Showtime.” I open my eyes and look around at everything looking the same. “Well, nothing like shooting blanks. What's plan B?” Dean said and Pam did not respond. I look at Sam as he jesters to our bodies. “Damn this is trippy.” “You can say that again” Sam said, agreeing with me as Pam stood up.

“All right, so, I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow. Remember I have to bring you back. I'll whisper the incantation in your ear.” She said as she whispered something to Sam and I'm guessing I didn’t want to know what she said. “Y/n be safe.” “Thanks Pam you too.” I responded back even though she couldn't hear me. It was nice to have someone other than my family care about me.

We are walking on the street, and everything looks like it's colored in a bluish tint. A jogger runs through Sam like he was air well I guess he was. “That was wild.” Dean said smiling like this was fun. He then proceeds to put in his arm through Sam. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” “Get out of me.” Dean looked at me. “Oh, don't even think about it ghost or not I'll still kick your ass.” I said to him, “You guys have no fun. Come on.” He said walking further down the street. “Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours. No demons, no black smoke.” Dean finished as I looked up to a window of a house and saw someone staring at us. “Hey. Three o'clock. Kid in the window.” I said to them nodding my head up, he saw us and disappeared. “It's Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town.” We look at each other and head to the house.

We go upstairs and we can hear stuff being thrown and Miss.Griffith running away scared and sad. As we enter the room Cole is standing by his dresser and he throws a soccer ball right at us. “Stop! How are you doing that?” Dean said, grabbing Cole's hand. “Who are you?” He asked us. “Cole, it's okay.” I said approaching him. “How do you know my name?” “Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but...you're—dead. You're a spirit. Us too.” Sam said to him. I'm pretty sure he knows. "Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?” See. “We just want to talk.” I said to him. “About what?” 

Mrs. Griffith was pouring another glass of her poison at the kitchen table, and it was like looking at a video of me from when Dean was in Hell and Jack and Daniles was my best friend. Cole was standing closest to his mom looking at her. “I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold.” He had passed away in front of his own house from an asthma attack kid deserved so much longer. “Cold air can cause an asthma attack?” Dean asked and Cole shrugged.

“But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.” “And that's when you saw the man?” Sam asked referring to the reaper. “Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but…” He turned back to his mom. “I didn't want to go.” I don't blame him, I don't think anyone would. He was a twelve-year-old full of life with a great family. “How'd you get rid of him?” Dean asked him as in where the reaper went. “I didn't. The black smoke did.” “Black smoke?” “It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out, it was gone, and so was he.”

“Do you know where the smoke went?” “No. But I know where it is.” Just than the lights started to flicker, and the house started to shake. “They're back.” Cole said. “Who?” He doesn't answer and vanishes. And a white shaped figure went upstairs. “Hey! Hey! Wait! We need to talk to you!” Dean said going after the white figure. Sam and I following. A woman comes down the stairs and she looked at Dean like she knows him. “Dean.” She says to him, and it looks like she does. “Do I know you?” He asked. “We go way back.”

Tessa walked down the stairs in front of us. “You don't remember me?” she asked Dean. “Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time, I heard a girl say that... You're gonna have to freshen my memory.” Tessa then surprises us all by pulling him forward and gives him a soft kiss and let’s go. "Tessa” Dean says with a knowing expression in his eyes. “That's one of my names, yeah.” “So, you do know each other?” I questioned. “From the hospital after the accident.” “Wait the one with Dad?” He nodded. “So, this is the reaper that came after you.” Sam questions looking at them both. “Yeah” Tessa then turns to the stairs to go up to the kid I’m presuming.

“Well, this was fun. Now, if you'll excuse me—” “Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't—you can't take the kid.” Dean stops her. “Why?” “Demons are in town, that's why. They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.” “So?” “So, you should leave, or you could be next.” I said to her. “Except that this town is off the rails.” When we are talking to her Mrs. Griffth is getting ready to go somewhere while Sam and I watch her. “And someone has to set it straight.” She said to us. “Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances.”

Dean said, trying to reason with her. “What? Your whole angel-demon dance-off? I could care less. I just want to do my job.” I wish I could do that. “Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job. So, if you would just bail town— “Sam starts to say. “No.” “Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this? Please.” Dean asked, pleading with his eyes. “All right, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.” Damnit “Okay well I'll go find him.” I said starting to go upstairs but Dean stopped me. “Wait, wait, wait, wait. What— What are you gonna say to him?” I answered honestly. “The truth.” I said as all three starred after me like I was crazy.

As I walked up to Cole's room, I hoped that I could approach him in a delicate way and still tell him. “Cole? It’s me Y/n” I looked to the closet door and saw it was closed and I went over to knock on it. “Cole, I just want to talk.” He opened the door with his ghost powers, and he was sitting on the ground with his head in his knees. “How did you know I was in here?” He asked me. “When I was your age, I used to hide in here too.” I sat down next to him. “This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too.” I hoped he could see I wanted to help him. “The worst is my mom.” “Must be hard seeing her like this.” “She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but...she only gets sadder.”

“When someone I loved passed, I was like your mom I basically kept on talking to a ghost.” I said referring to myself when Dean died and went to hell. “I don't know why you're telling me this. I'm not telling you where the smoke is.” “Cole, I’m telling you this to help you when I was like your mom, I had someone help me so maybe you can be that for her.” “She feels your spirit, that's why she's sad because she can't be with you. So, imagine how she will feel when you move on.” He doesn't speak. “When you go, I'll be right next to you, so you won't be alone. I promise.” He looks up. “Promise” “Promise” 

Cole and I walk downstairs as I clear my throat. “It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me.” “I saw the black smoke at my funeral.” “At the cemetery?” Dean questioned. “At the funeral home. It was everywhere.” It makes sense for reapers, funeral homes. Then the lights started to flicker again. “You doing that?” Dean asks Tessa. “No.” The doors burst open, and the black smoke invades all over the room and I can't see for a second and when it's gone so is Tessa. “Tessa!” “Cole, you, okay?” I asked him. He nodded his head. “Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?” Dean asked, sounding annoyed. “Good question, learn some ghost moves.” I suggested. “By tonight? Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's.” I shrugged. “Who's Mr. Miyagi?” Cole asked and the three of us just between us and feeling old and me sad for Cole for not seeing the legendary Karate kid.

Cole was teaching us how to move a windmill and it was harder than I thought it would. Right now, Dean was trying. “It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate.” “I am concentrating.” Sam and I both raise our eyebrows at each other. Dean moves it a little bit. “Ah, here we go, baby.” And it stops. “You pull a muscle?” Cole said and let me tell you he is a funny twelve-year-old. “All right, Yoda, let's see what you got.” Cole tries and the windmill and the porch bench goes crazy with wind. “Nice Cole, that is so cool!” I said to him fist bumping him.

“Dude! You are so Amityville.” Cole smiles. “This isn't even the good stuff.” We were now in the living room learning how to punch. Cole punches Sam and he folds over. “See? If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad.” Oh, I can get mad. Sam stands back up out of breath. “Yeah, got it.” “Now you try. Hit me.” Cole said Dean. “Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size.” Cole then punches Dean and Sam and I both laugh. Dean then goes to punch Cole back, but he vanishes. “Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that.” I said to him.

Dean, Sam, and I walked over to the funeral home, and it was covered in glowing blue diagrams, mostly six-sided figures, some in circles and some in squares, all with lines through them and squiggles inside the triangles thus formed. “This looks like New Jack City. Can nobody see this?” Dean questioned. “Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil.” Sam answered. “It could be keeping out Angels.” I add in. “We'll find out.” We walk in and in the middle of the room, there is a square with triangles on each side to form an eight-pointed star, with squiggles at each point. Lying in the figure are Tessa and an old man in a suit, presumably the first reaper.

A Demon was standing guard next to the star. “Watch and learn boys.” I said going behind the Demon and tapping him on the shoulder and when he turned, I punched him and when he tried, I disappeared. Dean then comes to the other side and does the same and Sam knees him in the chest. It was an all sibling beat down. He scrambled away to a hide behind a coffin. We followed him and we didn't see the other demon behind us, and he pulled a rope that brought down an iron rod that dropped and trapped us in. A third Demon walked, and it was my favorite fucking one Alice in wonderland.

Alastair approaches us with a shotgun and shoots Dean, and he disintegrates. “Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?” Sam and I glare at him as Dean reappears. “Alastair. You bastard.” “Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?” We can't do anything. Usually, I love Iron and rock salt but today it's a pain in the ass. “You know what Alice, why don't you hop your way back to Hell.” I said grinding my teeth.

“Ah the little Winchester you may be a bitch, but you got some kick It's going to be fun peeling your skin off. And I would go back. They just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.” “To kill death?” “No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.” He cocks the gun again and this time he shoots me. I reappeared and son a bitch that hurt. “You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us.” “Ah, that so?” 

Alice now has a giant scythe in his hands. “Anyhoo… moons in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?” “You're gonna kill a reaper with that? It's little on the nose, don't you think?” Dean said. “Is it? “An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos.” He walked over to the reapers. “And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse. It pays to have friends in low places. Don't you think?” Alastair picks up the old reaper and enacted the incantation and kills him. As he does this Sam and I look up at the chandler and have the same idea. He then goes for Tessa and Sam, Dean and I concentrate on the chandler to bring it down. It falls down and breaks the trap and Tessa is able to break free. She unhooks our trap and we’re able to get out. “Bye-bye.” Dean said and the four of us vanish. 

We get back on the street and Dean and Sam are not here. “Where are your brothers?” Tessa asks me. “I'll find them when you get out of here.” She leaves and I go looking down some alleyways “SAM! DEAN!” I yell. “You can't run. Y/n. “I turn and their standing is Alastair. I back away and he follows “Not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours.” He's about to attack but instead a white, blue lighting strikes him. “What the Hell?” “Guess again.” I turn back around, and Cas is there.

“What just happened? You guys just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. y/n, this was a victory.” “Were you here the whole time?” I ask him. He looks away. “Enough of it.” Great. “Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt.” “That script on the funeral home—we couldn't penetrate it.” “It was enochian I was right” “Why do you think I recruited you guys in the first place?” Wait hold up. “You recruited us?” I ask. “That wasn't your friend Bobby who called, y/n. It wasn't Bobby who told Sam about the seal.” “That was you?” He nodded looking down.

“If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?” “Because whatever I ask, your brother seems to do the exact opposite.” “Cas you could have asked me, I would have helped you.” “You shouldn't have to.” “So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?” “Yes.” “These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?” “You did for Dean” “He’s different. So are you.” “What does that mean?” I ask him. “Y/n? I could use your help.” It's Tessa and when I turn back to Cas he's gone.

Cole is staring at his mom again and she is looking at a photo book of Cole. “Look at her, Cole. Do you see how unhappy she is?” Tessa said, trying to convince him. “That's why I want to stay with her.” “As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go. Because you won't let go of her.” “Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?” “Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise.” “That's not an answer.” “She won't answer you, Cole. Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there.” I said to him. “Why?” “Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you. It's okay to be scared.” “I'm not scared.” “We're all scared. I'm scared every day that I won't be able to save my family. It’s okay to be scared Cole.” He pauses.

“Are you coming?” He asked me. Staring at him I walk over to him and hug him. “I won't but you will be okay. I know being scared feels horrible, but I have a secret. I turn that into bravery for the people I love because they deserve it. I know you can do it too.” He let me go. “Thank you, Y/n, for telling me the truth.” And with that he walked over to Tessa and hugged her, and he melts into a white light. “Look out for that boy.” “Look out for yourself, Y/n.” “What do you mean?” “I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Y/n 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Y/n.” “What” “The angels have something good in store for your brother. A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Y/n. There's no such thing as miracles.” “What the Hell are you saying?” I didn't get an answer as I woke up.

I wake up with a deep breath and look around to see my brothers and Pam hurt. “What happened?” I question racing to her side. “Y/n, where's Tessa?” “She's…” “Pamela, I'm so sorry.” Sam said, getting emotional. “Stop.” “You don't deserve this.” “Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—to go to hell forever introducing me to you three in the first place.” “Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place” I said to her comforting well trying. “You're lying.” She was right, I was. “But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go sometime.” “Y/n come here.” I go over to her and lean down. “The Angel you have on your shoulder might be more devil than you think. Be. Careful.” I backed away. Then she called over Sam. When she was done, she started to cough. She passed. “Pamela!” Dean yelled and then looked up at Sam. “What did she say to you?” Sam doesn't answer.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed it! I am so sorry this took so long. Part of it was writer's block and life and the other was that this is not my favorite episode, but I thought it be important to the story. But the next episode is head on the pin and oh my gosh it's probably one of my fav episodes from season four. So, look out for that!

[kanataka-san]

So this oneshot is to this request

It's my first request and one shot (it's been a very long time since I wrote one so please don't eat me)

I'm sorry for any mistakes

(is it too late to say english isn't my first language?)

thank you so much for requesting @xjustmarsx ♡

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The only thing that (Y/N) wasn't expecting to happend this week was to get trapped in the infamous upside-down Hawkins without a way out, fighting with some nasty bats like creatures wanting to make a meal out of them, be chased by angry baseball jocks while trying to fight the evil d&d character hunting his friend and thinking how to clear out the Munsons name before something worse happens to the innocent boy- it was a lot to take in three days and he was sure Eddie was slowly loosing his mind, if he didn't already.

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Walking next to Robin and looking around at his friends made (Y/N) re-remember some crazy things that happend the year earlier and even if they weren't the best memories they made- bringing trauma and many different things along the way- but this also brought them closer together into working as a team making them kind of a familly.

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"Hey Robin, remember that time in the Starcourt bathroom when-"

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"We got drugget out of our minds and puked all over the toilet? Kind of hard to forget." both laughed at the awfoul remainding of the 48 hours they were trapped in the elevator, succesfully getting out then running for their lifes when only the two youngest made it back out and got help- thinking it was the end but in reality was just the beging.

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"Yea- well about the whole 'truth thingy' we had back there, well- I just want to come clean to you- in case all this shit becomes tottal catastrophe in the end." Breathing out though his mouth while anxiously rubbing hands together (Y/N) looked at his firend that was already looking at him with a curious shine in her eyes.

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"Just so you know, you're not alone in all this liking not-who-you're-supposed-to-thing-"

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That information made one of Robins leg catch a tree root nearli falling on her face but thankfully taller boy prevent her seeing the black veiny ground up close. "Wait you too....?"

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Nooding his head (Y/N) moved a bit away to give the girl some space to stand up.

"For as long as I can remember girls weren't really my type- I liked them of course- had something going on for a while but that wasn't it? It just didn't feel right."

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Pointing her finger to the back where Steve and Eddie were waking Robin made an assumption "Is it because dingus was trying his hardest to get you a date while working his shifts at the family video? I remember everytime you rented a new casset and a girl happend to show an interest in you."

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Looking back in time, recalling all the times Steve had at least one paper note with a phone number of some girl, ready to be handed to him made the boy shiver. "In a way yea- but also I kind of have that one person, 24/7 on my mind and normally if I wasn't- you know- I would ask my dad or even Steve but seeing how he has no go with anybody and definitelly not guys-"

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They both agreed without any obstacles on that fact, making (Y/N) continue. "on the other hand- my dad would kill me if he knew- and we're simmiliar in that area, also your advices aren't the "Steve the hair Harrington" kind of way meaning they can actually make up my train of thoughts-"

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Noticing the gears turning in his friends head, he decided to give the girl time to process every information she was given and look out for things that could make her trip again.

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After collecting her rapid thinking Robin began to slowly speak up. "So you want to tell me about your crush and want my help with comming with conclusion for it?"

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Cathing the eye contact taller boy sudently felt shy and the overthinking started working it's magic inside his brain. "Basically- it's ok if you don't want to listen about it, it's kind of pointless-"

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Cutting off the self hated shit (Y/N)s mouth produced, Robin tried to lighten up the mood in her own way. "We are literaly in hell, anything could kill us at any minute and we really don't have anything better to do than walk to Nancys house, praying there will be some clue how to get out of here. I don't mind, and if it helps us get some sort of tension out by speaking like we do everyday? Count me in."

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Chuckling at the shorter gils antics (Y/N) relaxed his shoulders knowing there would be no judging in what he's about to confess. "Right- well. The basics: He's tall, got those warm brown eyes, long dark hair, dunno why but the rings do it for me also he's a tottal goof ball if you got to know him better. You've actually meet him not that long ago. Oh and everyone in this fucked up town wants him dead, thinking he's a cult leader responsible for all the killings."

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With mouth half open at the relevation, gazing up and down at the boy walking next to her, blond haired girl shook her head. "Wow...  never in my life have I heard anybody describe a person that way, also- never thought metalheads were your type?"

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"I'm being totally honest with you here- I didn't know that untill one day we meet at the RRs place and it turned out I'm not the only dealer around here."

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This time she was full on staring.

"We've been friends for so long and you didn't tell me?"

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"I though you already knew this!"

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Her dramatic and weird hands gestures nearly hit the flannel wearing boy in the face. "How was I supposed to?"

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Moving his hands up in surrender, avoiding the danger of possibility getting knock out, (Y/N) laughed quietly "Steve's nickname for me is literally grass boy?"

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"I though it ment as in gardening like, moving the lawn, triming hedges or even planting the flowers!"

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"Yea, planting the flowers that get you high-"This response got the two dissaprooving looks by Nancy as they laugher was getting louder by the second.

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Trying to keep quiet not to anger the shorter girl, Robin simply changed the subject of the conversation. "Ok, back on the track of the main problem, I'm sure you've seen his back pocket? The bandana? There is still a chance, the worst that could happend would be rejection."

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"You know unlike Steve, I don't hate that you're right most of the time.. thanks Robs, for hearing me out."

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"No problem, that's what friends are for."

[butchybats]

ELABORATE ON THE 5+1 TSHOT ADVENTURES PLEAS?

!!! OKAY SO. This started because months ago I saw a post asking if you’d let your icon do your hrt for you which no I wouldn’t <3 but it got me thinking and I think that he absolutely would for Daniel, even if he doesn’t really understand it at first. Armand’s also trans in this because I say so but hrt came out centuries after he was turned, and I don’t think he would even know about it (let alone consider it an option) until he met Daniel, or if we’re going off of amc verse, until he and Louis started bar hopping in the 70s (which, coincidentally, is when they meet Daniel.)

I think that when the interview takes place Daniel hasn’t began to medically transition, maybe he’s not even sure if he wants to, but he’s socially transitioned. Moving to sf for college was the perfect opportunity to present as himself without anyone knowing otherwise. Then when he’s doing the cat and mouse game with Armand, he doesn’t really have the time to think about it more until after pompeii (which also gives an additional layer of meaning to “you are mine, beautiful boy.) Once things have settled down a bit is when he decides that he wants to go on testosterone and is also when he officially comes out to Armand.

Which brings me back to my silly little fic idea; five times that Armand assists Daniel with his t shot, and the time that Daniel helps him with his. (This is amc verse but if I ever get the idea/motivation for a t4t vc fic...)

So, idea #1: It's Daniel's first time doing his t shot and he's really nervous so Armand offers to do it for him which he agrees to, and it'd just be a very intimate moment for both of them

#2: Daniel has been stressed out of his mind and forgets to take it and just as he’s about to fall asleep Armand reminds him that he should probably do it and Daniel says he doesn’t have the energy or patience to do it so Armand does it for him

#3: Because I absolutely love Armand tormenting old maniel: “You're scheduled to have your testosterone injection tomorrow." Aka Daniel’s like. You mean the shot I’ve been giving myself every week for the past 45 years? Why are you making it seem like such a big deal?” and Armand role playing as Rashid goes “what? Don’t be silly. I’ll give it to you :)” and Daniel has to pretend like he isn’t short circuiting. While the first two are more serious this one's really funny to me because realistically there's no way that Daniel would let "Rashid" do that but he looks to Louis for help and he just smiles and gives him a thumbs up HGHG

#4: So people on t produce more blood. Armand's a vampire. Enough said. (but because I can't shut up:) Daniel bleeds a bit from the needle which gets Armand excited and they fuck nasty about it <3 (initially I was picturing dm era but it could also be in dubai??)

#5: I haven't gotten this far yet but if anyone has any ideas please tell me!!

+1: Armand decides that he wants to try t, and together they experiment to come up with something that works (again, this could be dm era or dubai, there's too many decisions)

I know that #3 is more detailed than the other ones, initially I was writing down what was essentially an outline and then decided that I needed to be way more vague but I was struggling to condense that one hghg

If you've read this far ily, let me know how we're feeling about this!!

[ladyluscinia]

What kind of dynamic do you reckon exists between Izzy and Calico Jack? :D

I have other asks in my inbox that I should probably be getting to first, but I'm going to tackle this one because Calico Jack thoughts have been plaguing me. Also I'll probably want to add links and that's much easier if I don't wait.

Calico Jack! He's a bastard frat boy. He's Edward's shitty ex that he's probably had ill advised hookups with every few years. He's Edward's friend, but the kind you really wish he would cut off while acknowledging he can't due to trauma bonding. He's a garbage fire of a man whose nastiness is thrown into sharp relief once you start Black Sails and realize that Jack Rackham makes you want to pet his head and coo "babygirl 💓" and cheer for his thruple.

Which makes it so very strange to slowly become fascinated with ways for other characters to like him and have longstanding relationships with him lol. Yet I have.

So. Short answer first.

My thoughts on Jack and Izzy started in what I'd assume was the very common understanding that these two fucking hate each other. Their personalities seemed likely to clash, Izzy probably doesn't have a record of liking Edward's boyfriends, and I mean... it's Jack. Then I moved onto maybe they are more just kinda bitchy but respect each other as pirates, and the main conflict in their relationship is a petty tug of war over Edward that, crucially, Izzy usually wins (which makes him comfortable, unlike with Stede).

Finally, I honestly don't know how I got to considering JackHands as a concept rather than "you crazy kids do you", but I did. And while I don't per se "ship" it, I am drawn to multishipping because I think characters having complex relationship histories is fun. And suddenly I'm sold on the idea that Jack has been carrying a fond torch for Izzy since forever, and they have hooked up before when Edward was ignoring both of them. Which is where I am now.

(I have one mutual who I know will find this heartbreaking, and for that... I'm sorry. Ish. 😆)

Now for the long answer... Buckle up. We're going to backstory headcanon zone.

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To get setup out of the way... I don't place Izzy on Hornigold's ship. A couple reasons - mainly that I'm fond of the Navy backstory. I think Izzy is a few years older than Edward and Jack (though probably not a full decade) and they met as adults. Barely adults, on Edward's end (I'll put him at maybe 20), but adults.

I also think there was a gap period between escaping Hornigold and becoming Captain Edward Teach, because who gives a fuck about history? We've discarded that piracy careers were like 5 years long. We can stretch shit. And I want Edward to be a First Mate when he meets Izzy but not Hornigold's First Mate, because I want Hornigold to remain the kind of terrifying, imposing authority figure from his childhood that he can't quite believe he stood up to even decades later, so being his second in command kinda kills that for me. (Makes it more delicious to think about arc villain Hornigold.) For the Captain I'm leaning toward Sam Bellamy but that's off topic.

...At this point I'm realizing that my Izzy-Jack dynamic thoughts are by default Izzy-Jack-Edward dynamic thoughts, so we're actually starting with Edward/Jack.

Edward has a type. Aesthetically-obsessed. Kinda bitchy. Totally crazy. Jack is his type. Probably the first person he met that was, so I imagine they hooked up pretty fast and had a decently long relationship throughout years under Hornigold and continuing after. Edward seems to fixate on Stede pretty heavily long before getting to know him, which makes me suspect that's a pattern for him... in which case Jack was probably his first fixation person. That plus trauma bonding makes them close for life.

The thing is, though, Jack isn't emotionally invested in the relationship. Like he thinks Edward is fun and a good fuck but they aren't dating. Edward knows this, and it cools his investment too, especially as the fixation wears off. Edward free of Hornigold and looking at a future of possibilities is getting bored of Jack as his constant companion and #1 bestie.

Enter Izzy Hands. Fresh off a Navy ship, professionalism too ingrained to let a hair out of place while also absolutely feral with something to prove to all these pirates. He's fancier. He's fussier. He's bitchier. Edward instantly wants to know everything about him and insert himself into every aspect of his life. Jack? Demoted to drinking buddy that can barely hold his attention before Edward is once again bemoaning Izzy didn't immediately agree to fuck him when he did a sick knife trick!

Now, long term, this is not a major loss for Jack. His pride is a little sore over getting dumped, probably a bit bitchy about it, but he wasn't invested so he doesn't care that much. He remains involved in the newly established friend group (something Izzy will not manage with Stede when history repeats). And Izzy turns out to be a vicious little shit, which Jack admits is hot. They are hanging out together and bitchy friends through Edward deciding that he should get his own ship, and by the time Jack decides to strike out independently he's nursing a pretty decent sweet spot for Izzy (who is in the middle of falling hard and fast for Edward in the honeymoon period).

Fast-forward a bit. Edward's fixation on Izzy fades, but not before building a serviceable framework for codependency that Izzy shores up to secure his spot in Edward's life. Sometimes Jack shows up and hooks up with an eager Edward on a fratboy bender while smugly taunting Izzy because he can't help being a dick, which Izzy doesn't take too personally because it usually ends with Edward going back to Izzy (in a professional sense and often literally) when he gets bored again. Sometimes he shows up when Edward and Izzy are at a good point and they fall back into their original friend group dynamic to have fun for a while. And sometimes he shows up when Edward is fully distracted by something else, and - well.

If Edward doesn't want to fuck either of them, it's practically gentlemanly to offer Izzy some of that attention and appreciation that he's being deprived of. 😘 (Jack only shoots his shot when he thinks it might actually work. He knows Izzy's thing for Edward isn't going anywhere, and getting turned down is a bit embarrassing.)

(Izzy is more embarrassed about saying yes, but Jack doesn't refrain from flirting when he refrains from actually asking, so it's not exactly a surprise. And Jack can potentially get Edward jealous while also not actually turning it into a proper fight like someone else would.)

(And Izzy does like attention.)

The highlight of all this is the offscreen meetup between 1x07 and 1x08, when Jack serendipitously (he thinks) runs into Izzy after getting mutinied and asks where Edward is, only to immediately get the story about him dumping Izzy for some rich ponce. What the fuck, Edward? Naturally he offers a shoulder to cry on (and some rebound sex) but Izzy declines. He tracked Jack down because he wants someone to help him dispose of the new mistress, and Jack is more than game because this guy sounds like a waste of air. Really... He thought Edward had better taste.

(He will throw in a quip about Izzy being "sentimental" though, because this amount of effort to get Edward back when he could be having perfectly good rebound sex and leaving the bastard to get bored of his new fling...)

So yeah. That's the history I'm sticking with until canon overrules it or I come up with something better.

On a personality / day-to-day interaction level, I think both Izzy and Jack are naturally bitchy friends (which Edward finds hot). Izzy rolls his eyes at Jack's ridiculousness and Jack taunts Izzy about the stick up his ass, but they both have a base respect for each other. Jack because he's seen Izzy lose it in very dramatic fashion and thought it was hot as fuck, and Izzy because he knows Jack is way more clever and conniving than he lets on (which appeals to Izzy's competency kink, and is demonstrated by how masterful his manipulation in 1x08 is).

Also I cannot emphasize enough how much Jack flirts at Izzy. Izzy doesn't always flirt back, but it will be blatant. (Edward, again, thinks this is hot and funny when he's confident that Izzy is his. Less so when they are on the rocks.)

Oh, and I'm linking this fanart too because it was very persuasive on this mental journey. 🤣

[tsuki-sennin]

Wow, Adventure Heaven! What a good movie I totally just saw! I liked the part where Moffun showed up and ate an entire box of Milk Duds, cardboard and all~! And the part where Racules spelled his name out in Romaji on a blackboard and it wasn't "Rcules" because goddammit that is fucking bullshit~!

Anyways, time for Episodes 24-26~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-I don't know why you seem so surprised about Dezzy blowing up the planet, Jimmy. I mean, have you met him?

-Gerojim! I missed you, yo!

-Ahhhh, so Tikyuu's already got its core science down.

-Oh!

-Okay, apparently bedrock just doesn't exist in this universe.

-"I will be king! And none will challenge me!"

-Spiders Jeremy comes to play the game!

-Grandpa putting you to bed.

-Jeremy hijacked the intro entirely for himself this time, okay!

-The king is boiling alive, and he hasn't even been coronated for a few days!

-Holy shit, 90%???

-Damn Yanma, do you not have liquid nitrogen lying around?

-...Rita, is there some secret stash of Moffun and Me merch hidden somehwere in this castle that Racules had? Are there Moffun Chunkopops?

-Three cities! For three baskets of crops!

-Oh, Gira...

-Boone...

-"How can you people party when we're all melting?"

-Matsuri, matsuri da~!

-...Tarou-san...

-"I know all about your stupid planetary genocide plan~!"

-Goddamn, Jeremy looks great in that torchlight.

-One of the best staples of any JRPG~! The festival sequence~!

-Gira-sama~!

-Have fun, my beloved peons~!

-Oh my god, the plushie's got his own Akracing (TM) Gaming Chair.

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-AN ENTIRE SKYSCRAPER

-Oh you motherfuckers hjlkh

-Stupid carnies!

-Lunch time~! Lay it on us, K-Man.

-Utage ja Ohger Jumpscare

-Rita's so adorable in that outfit, holy crap

-"Get out there, boy."

-Dezzy's insight is rather surprising. Forced to answer for crimes he had no hand in while those who put his people there party above them...

-Ohhhh, those are simply lovely parallel effects...

-"I will be the pen that writes my tyrannical legend."

-"Ehh... idk, maybe this whole tyranny thing isn't working out for me."

-Th

-Awww, Douga :)

-Man, looking at the green screen for long is fuckin' with my sense of perspective.

-It's like if George Lucas directed a season of Power Rangers.

-"Oh, hey Jeremy :)"

-Jeremy...

-All this time...

-Big crawfish!

-Po boys for everyone!

-That boy can dig.

-"Anyone got any bright ideas?"

-Fishing!

-Okay, that is smart writing.

-Can't burn somebody already boiling alive.

-Now to plug all these holes.

-Oh Dezzy...

-Oh, goin' full King already.

-Holy shit, he tanked that.

-Idomonarak??

-Ohhhhhhhh

-Family...

-He's just shuffling on...

-And yet he hears nothing.

-OHHHH?

-Everybody!

-"The man who done fucked up."

-Go even further beyond.

-Oh

-Okay, that simple.

-Twenty guys.

-Ah don't worry, I saw the preview, you guys'll find 'em.

-GEROJIM

-DUDE

-"I'll handle this one."

-OHHHHH

-That is devious.

-:O

-Holy shit

-Testing a man's resolve so hard.

-"Serve your king. As the first of the Bugnarok."

-Chosen by the gods.

-Kofuki's unprepared.

-"...I'm starting to regret this idea now."

-King Nerd and his posse ride on!

-I see Himeno's retinue are quite resolute.

-Last meal.

-"My nasty-ass hands ask to be taken! Kuroda! Suzume! I beg of you!"

-Hello, Morphonia~!

-Kabedon

-Ohhhhhh the hug!!!

-"The will to succeed."

-Kuwagon...

-Thump!

-No more sacrifice plays! Only the finest perfect run here!

-Damn

-Boone didn't hesitate for a second.

-It's time for your advent, God King-Ohger!

-That is one huge son of a bitch.

-Long-ass jingle too.

-God descends, and they are a chimeric arthropod!

-Removed.

-Ikuzo!

-This is simply marvelous.

-"On your call, Ant Boy!"

-Ohsama Sentai! King-Ohger!

-Goodbye, Emperor Dethnarak.

-We saved the world~!

-...kinda!

-One last episode for this arc, of course.

-Ah yes, the best solution for racism. Genocide.

-"All the Bugnarok will die too, you moron."

-"Let's meet somewhere nicer. You can even borrow this if you want."

-Sweet prince Jeremy...

-Oh?

-"Hey, Arbiter! Can't arbit with goosebumps?"

-Ohhhhh

-I see...

-Oh crap, Himeno.

-OHHHHHH

-Those're the locusts!

-A pile of dead flies.

-Jesus Christ...

-Oh, already revolting.

-That is messed up, man.

-Emperor Dezzy's got a stummyache.

-Gerojim's a force ghost.

-Oh!

-It's a little guy!

-"Can you help him?"

-Dethnarak...

-I never expected much from him, and yet...

-Goddamn, this is some tragic-ass theming.

-"Get out of here! You stupid dumb animal!"

-They fightin'!

-"Look at how bright and beautiful the sun is!"

-Gira...

-Yep. We would've done the same goddamn thing.

-And we would've kept doing that same goddamn thing over and over again.

-Let it fall, buddy.

-We're doing it good!

-Oh

-Oh fuck you Kamejim.

-"Two thousand years of planning! Stoking the fires of prejudice, killing, stealing, lying, destroying. All down the drain!"

-What the hell is that

-"Be king. Let our people see the beautiful shining sun!"

-Dethnarak...

-Returned to nothing but cinders.

-Jeremy's fucking pissed.

-Time for everybody to play their part once more.

-"Now, what to do with you kids~?"

-Clocked

-Even at his last breath, Kamejim refused to get it.

-Goodbye, stinkbug man.

-The Bugnarok are heretofore recognized as their own domain.

-There's no need for hatred any more. Never there was.

-Man and bug. Hand in pincer, hand in wing, hand in leg.

-No cheer or joy. Just a message made clear.

-"Now, let's make a beautiful new story~!"

-Ohhhhhhhhh

-Ah, yep. Planet.

-I forgot.

-Alienses~!

-Galactinsects, they're called.

-Oh wow, a timeskip.

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FINALLY!

-I'M CAUGHT UP!

-THE CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED!

[askamykruber]

Hi Amy and Owen. I don’t know if anyone has asked you this yet. But how is about doing. How’s school for her. Is she a little mischievous 😏

OOC/Phantom: Hey, Annon, sorry for the delay I had to mentally take a break due to mental health problems and going away last week to visit my mom for the holidays.

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Hiya Annon!

"Well, Hello there!"

"..."

Ummm Scouty, do you mind sayin' hello?

"Hello...I guess..."

*Sighs* Someone is a bit upset that her thanksgiving vacation ended...

"Why do we have to wait so long to get our winter vacations in December?!"

That's how the school system works here, dear. Maybe you get ahead into doing your homework before Mrs. Ellengrades gets upset again.

"For the last time, I did not mean to bring that sock puppet rat!"

"I...I don't even want to know how that thing followed you to school..."

Ummm, well to answer your lovely question, Annon, Scouty has been doing quite well

"For the most part"

Right. Ummm of course that the start was an itty-bitty rough

"It was more than an "itty-bity" rough! She got detention in her first day for telling her teacher to fu-"

OWEN!

*clears throat* After Scout's first detention and explaining the whole she's a rather special kind of constructed kid, we got a second chance!

"A week's suspension."

....To explain to our dear Scouty that cursing in middle school is...is not something that you should do.

"Then two weeks after we got a call about Scout to bring a sock puppet. It turned out that one of them accidentally got into their bodyguard senses and attempted to retrieve our daughter back"

Mortimer erased their memory and we told Scout that it wasn't her fault but that for now we're keeping the puppet's past as a secret

"And then we had no problem again after Scout learned the hard way to be more careful....until she forgot that she had cheese inside her backpack and then a sock puppet rat entered..."

Twice.

"Yes. Twice"

"IT-WAS-AN-ACCIDENT!"

"THE SECOND TIME WAS BECAUSE TOBY WILLIAMS INSULTED YOUR PIGTAILS. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT MY LITTLE SISTER CAN'T HANDLE HER CRUSH"

"HE DESERVE IT THIS IS NOT YOUR ASK, RILEY AND I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!"

Should you or I handle this fight?

"I'll go, dove, you stay here and answer some asks"

Well, if you were wonderin' about Toby Williams, he's actually part of the boys scouts team. He and Scout got into a very nasty bad start when Scout misinterpreted the game tag and well...tackled the poor and then they started to fight.

I had a little chat with Helen (his mom) and we became good friends. Now we're workin' on gettin' these two rascals to get along

However...Daisy assures me these two fight because they like each other. Like in the sense of a puppy crush something just innocent.

Beats me I guess

-Amy

[onepiece-oc-archives]

What would you suggest on writing a navy character?

Hey, thanks for your question!

Oh boy, I'll be honest, when I got this ask, I had only ever written pirates or pirate-adjacent OCs (for One Piece at least), but then, funnily enough I started making my own Navy/Marines OC. Now, with some gathered experience, I think can answer this ask a lot better.

It mainly revolves around one central question:

Why is your OC in the Marines?

Not just "Why did they join?" - it's "Why do they stay?"

It already shined through on a few occasions in OPLA (see, for example, Axehand Morgan, or the whole deal with Mihawk) but the Marines aren't half as much of a "We're here to help those who can't help themselves", purely good organization as they claim to be. There's a lot of propaganda and lying involved and, once you join the Marines, especially once you climb the ranks, you'll see past more and more of those lies. Especially when it gets to the World Government, that's when it gets nasty. So, you have to think not only about why your OC signed up but also about why they stay.

The signing up part can be fairly simple. Look at Coby! He joined the Marines because he wants to help others. Maybe your OC is similar. Or maybe their village was ransacked by pirates when they were young and now they want to fight back. Maybe it's a family tradition. Maybe they're poor and they signed up for the money and the rations. There are a lot of reason's why someone would join the Marines, just like how people in our world have always had very diverse reasons for joining the military.

But the true question is: Why do they stay? Are they ignorant? Are they complacent? Do they think they can change things if they stay? Are there simply more reasons urging them to stay than urging them to leave - be that because of the resources the Marines provide, personal relationships or something else? Do they have some secret motive of their own?

Finally, you should keep another thing about your OC in mind: What's their understanding of justice? Especially in the admiralty, everyone has their own "brand" of justice, and this sort of idea should start early on. What does your OC consider to be fair and just? Do they value the intentions of a person, their actions or the results of those actions the most? Are they kind or cruel, strict or easy-going? Are they biased in any way? Against whom? Are they bound by personal relationships or a sense of duty to institutions or people? This also means that you might want to think about what your OC's opinion on the Warlords system is because that's sort of a grey area or justice.

The Marines also come with a rank system, so that's always a thing you should consider. A higher rank means more authority, especially over lower-rank Marines and generally also more freedom. However, you shouldn't go too high either or you'll be put under direct control of the World Government. Here's a handy graphic for Marine ranks, going from top left (highest rank) to bottom right (lowest rank) that I got from the wiki article on the topic.

The "chore boy" rank doesn't really exist or at least it's not truly a military rank. When Garp calls Coby "cadet" in the live action, I'd assume that that's the equivalent of what's called either an "Apprentice" or a "Seaman Recruit" here - more likely the latter. The rank "Senior Cadet" from the live action would then be a "Seaman First Class", most likely. But, generally, the live action's ranks are pretty hard to put into this scheme, so maybe don't rely on those but rather this scheme.

Speaking of ranks, those also correspond to a Marine's unform, especially to what they're allowed to wear. All of the Seaman ranks are obligated to wear that short-sleeved combo seen in the Live Action. Once someone reaches the rank of Petty Officer, they get to choose from a wider variety of uniforms and even wear their personal clothes if they wish, though people who want to be more traditional and "sailor-like" usually stick to one of the uniform options. Officers, meaning everyone Ensign and up, are allowed to wear the open "Justice" coat - aka the one you can see Garp, Bogard and Nezumi wear in the Live Action. For the ranks of Lieutenant Commander and above, the "Justice" coat above a suit is generally the preferred attire, though there are some exceptions.

Aside from that though, any tips that apply to general character creation also apply to Marines. What are their values, their likes and dislikes and their hobbies? What's their fighting style? Do they have a clothing style they prefer? You get the gist, Marines are also characters and they're built like other characters.

I hope this helped! Have a lovely day!

[the-firebird69]

WILD HOGS Trailer

So you singing this song to me this morning it is if you're going to ride and Ride the White horse you have to be a hoe but he said you have to be a man and I started to sing it then he said if you're going to ride the white no he's going to ride the iron horse you have to be a man and start to get it and how is it going to ride to iron horse out there he'll never make it

Garth

This movie is the key and I know it I can feel it and sense it

John Travolta

Did you already do the angel movie and I don't mean Angel heart

Zues Hera

You know you always wear a wise guy he wants me to cut to the chase which usually is not as bad as my conversation but really it's actually before that movie too and you're right about something maybe you're right out there with us and they cut you out of the scene like they always do

John Travolta

You notice the invisible Man cuz they literally use tax to cut you out of the scene almost every time and what you're saying is the max probably have it and we don't but that's disturbing it says the devil goes into the pit first and they disappear it's a disappearing act I've had enough of this s*** he wants to know which one of us is a Mac because I think we're going to fight Trump and he thinks he's a man and he's the one riding on them rotting on them I don't think you're in the movie but good try there's only two guys an easy Rider and Harley-Davidson in the marvel man there's only two people we don't think you're going in disguise and he says not as those guys know they're too small in the messed up looking especially the boy so we're going to rock and roll in something I suppose you can probably tag along I got to think about this and he's asking me I'm old I should know what a horse looks like it wasn't white it was black so that's black beauty and Dan might know what that is

Bja

I don't give a damn what you're saying you're insulting a condescending and really get to the end of the conversation it's not that bad I think that a****** taught you how to speak and stuff and he's being watched by Hades but from your people it's a little bit more than Hades and it is Frank Castle hardcastle both of them and Hera who is hanging out with Ken and is her his daughter sorry his daughter but really I think you're right Black beauty is the name of the horse and she says that's correct that's why she's biting in. Yeah that's fine. Today was A Good Time and he said it's an analogy and it's horrifying and you shoot people away with the magical nastiness and the saying about her all sudden she got mad it says you're meeting in the laundry and it's about money and then she said this this is going to blow. He wants us to cut the s*** he's too young and he said way too many times and it's so young he should only say a few times to cut the s*** lift a knife and get him some money so we can go to the outback and hang out instead of being assholes to each other perpetually not even the max can keep this stupid s*** up for much longer. And I agree this lifestyle blows but really it's general George Washington's horse at the time it was black and Hera is saying it's Black beauty and we're talking to the Gallaghers and it was white out there and she says it was his horse black beauty and they weren't getting along and the horse was saying you don't know how to ride then he said it's you and you pet him and he said it's kind of you and he says I shrunk down a little and he says wow that's him and you saved him a lot of times cuz right now you're interested to this woman and you'll be fine and you said that and he believes you and he had a good time and they're saying it's true so we are wondering what that's all about because you've been on the horse so we're going to have to look at it you're in some sort of ski outfit for Christ's sake for Christ's sake give the kid a break it says what's the matter you guys are on that 70s show that's fun it wasn't her it's Lily holy s***watch out for that one and really she's trying to be Leah and there's something about that town it's got a big thing aiming at the hormone and the other town too has to do with your mom oh I sort of get this it's about the incident and we think that they hit put Cuba with that weapon and had the incident happen and other things cuz George was threatening and mac and the max and the weapon might be gone so I know what we have to do now I'm going to figure this black beauty stuff out a little more

Dan

Olympus

You really can't say again geez thanks for the iron reference iron is not it it's iron so I see what you're saying it's Arnie geez so really this is weird you're asking me to I sort of get it it's Black beauty but it's white but it's already there and you're going to go there later so I do see what you're saying did you ride these cars metaphorically and they've done this in the past they run in a metaphor and then they try and do the real thing

Hera

[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Several others have crowded into the observation room outside where Dean is being held; across from his seat a digital camera has been set up. Ballard and Kraus enter.

"Counsellor? You boy decided to confess" Sheridan says.

"Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against that strongly"

"Talk directly into the camera, fist starting your name for the record" Dean clears his throat and leans forward, looking into the camera.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course, it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit"

"Excuse me?" Ballard asks.

"You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" In the observation room, the spectators start laughing "Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember "REDRUM". Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments... other times, it's anagrams. See, at first, we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there" Dean spreads his hands and smiles.

"You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes"

"I'm not joking, Ponch"

"You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis"

"Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me" He smiles at the camera. Sheridan loses his temper and hauls Dean up by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

"Pete, that is enough!" Ballard says.

"You asked for the truth"

"Lock his ass up" Another cop takes over, shoving Dean face-first against the wall and handcuffing him"

==

Sheridan and Ballard return to Sam and Theo's interrogation room only to find the two gone; the coffee cups and the note are still on the table.

"What the hell? Where are they?" Sheridan goes to the window, which is open, and looks out- it's a four story drop with no visible fire escape nearby. Ballard sees the note on the table and picks it up "What's they do? The fire escape's way over...what?"

"These three" Ballard hands him the note.

"Hilts and McQueen?"

"Hilts in Steve McQueen's character in the Great Escape"

==

Dean is handcuffed to another table as Ballard enters, nervous. She shuts the door.

"Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all" Dean says.

"I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier"

"Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up"

"Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane"

"Mmm" Dean says.

"What would one of these things be doing here?"

"A vengeful spirit? Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em"

"And uh, these, they're capable of killing people?" As he rubs her neck, Dean notices something on her wrist.

"Where did you get that?" She pulls up her sleeves to reveal deep bruises, like those on Karen's wrists.

"I don't know. It, it wasn't there before"

"You've seen it, haven't you? The spirit?"

"How did you know?" Ballard asks.

"Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I... I don't know what" She turns away, looking into the mirror "I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?"

"You think I'm going to die"

"You need to go to Sam and Theo. They'll help"

"You're giving them up"

"Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford or Amy Glasgow - it's how we find each other when we're separated. Now you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life"

==

Sam and Theo are sitting at a motel desk, going through files. There is a knock on the door; he opens it to find Ballard; he hesitated; she shrugs and comes in. Theo stands up as Ballard shows them her wrists. Theo gently takes them and examines them.

"These showed up after you saw it?" Theo asks.

"Yeah, I guess"

"All right. You're going to have to tell us exactly what you saw"

"You know, I must be losing my mind. You two are fugitives. I should be arresting you two"

"All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now, you've gotta talk to us. Okay?" Theo says. She nods "Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?"

"She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood"

"You know what? Here. We've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Streets" The two leads Ballard over to a table, where Theo and Sam gathers up a stack of crime scene photos

"How'd you get those? Those are from scenes, and booking photos"

"You have your job, we have ours. Here I need you to look through these, tell us if you recognize anyone" Theo says. Ballard sits and flips through the stack. On the third photo a young woman's booking photo, she stops.

"This is her. I'm sure of it"

"Claire Becker? Twenty-eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago"

"But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?"

"Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide"

"You ever bust her?" Sam asks.

"Not that I remember"

"It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body"

"What?"

"Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest"

"Of course, it is"

==

Sam and Theo lead Ballard into a dark and creepy warehouse.

"So, what exactly are we looking for?" She asks.

"We'll let you know when we find it” Theo says. They split up, Sam and Theo checking up a flight of stairs and Ballard continues on the lower lever. She turns towards a window and sees Claire, standing by the window. The ghost struggles to talk.

"Sam? Theo? Guys!" As the two runs down the stairs to Ballard, the ghost disappears.

"Hey! Hey! we're here, what is it? What happened?" Sam asks.

"Claire..."

"Where?"

"She, she was here"

"Did she attack you?" Theo asks.

"No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window" The window is blocked by a shelving unit "Here, help me move this"

"All right" The three shove the shelves aside, revealing the window. It is labelled from the outside: ASHLAND SUP"

"Our little mystery word" They turn to see a shadow on the opposite wall, casting the words into clear reflection.

"Now the extra letters make sense" Theo pulls out her EMF reader and approaches the opposite wall.

"What is that?" Ballard asks.

"Spirits and certain remains give of electromagnetic frequencies" Sam says.

"So, if Clair's body was here, that would indicate that?"

"Yeah. Well, that's the theory" The EMF meter purrs as he waves it over the brick wall. She turns. Theo passes Sam the EMF and starts breaking the wall with a sledgehammer. When she's knocked out a sizable hole, she pokes his flashlight inside.

"Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there" She starts breaking through the walls with elbows and fists.

"You know? This is bothering me" Sam says.

"Well, you are digging up a corpse" Ballard says.

"No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually"

"Then what?"

"It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense" Theo’s broken open most of the wall.

"All right, here. Give me a hand" The three together pull out a shroud-wrapped body and place it on the ground. Sam pulls out a pocket knife and cuts the ropes holding the shroud together, uncovering her. Ballard holds out her wrists "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours?" Ballard notices a necklace on the corpse and touches it cautiously.

"That necklace mean something to you?" Theo asks. Ballard looks at the two.

"I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson Street" Ballard reaches into her neckline "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me" Sam stands up.

"Now this all makes perfect sense" Sam says, looking at Theo, who stands up and walks over to him.

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen"

"Excuse me?" Ballard asks.

"Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants is to know who her killing is" Theo explains "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" Ballard thinks for a minute.

"Oh my god"

"What?" Sam and Theo say in unison.

"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously, it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product"

"Someone like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire"

==

Sheridan is driving an armoured van with Dean in the back.

"So, I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh? And you just decided to transfer me yourself, eight hundred miles? At two in the morning?" There is a pause "This can't be good"

==

Ballard is driving Sam and Theo down a similar stretch of road, finishing a call on her cell phone.

"All right. Thanks"

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"Pete just left the precinct. With Dean"

"What?" Theo says.

"He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio"

"Radio? He took a county vehicle?"

"Yeah"

"Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on"

"I'm going to beat his ass if he hurts Dean. And you’re not stopping me"

==

The armoured van pulls off the road and stops.

"Pee break? So soon? You might want to get your prostate checked" Sheridan gets out and circles to the back "Son of a bitch" Sheridan opens the van "Hey, I'm cool in the van, you got do what you gotta do" Sheridan hauls Dean out and throws him to the ground.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch. You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling? Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die trying to escape" He pulls out his gun and points it at Dean's head.

"Wait! Wait. Let's talk about this. I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret later" Sheridan cocks his gun "Or maybe you do" Ballard, Sam and Theo arrive, Ballard pointing a gun at Pete.

"Pete! Put the gun down"

"Diana? How'd you find me?" Sheridan asks.

"I know about Claire"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Put the gun down!"

"Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I didn't do anything, Diana"

"It's a little late for that"

"It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice"

"And Tony? Karen?"

"Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything" Dean glances at Sam and Theo, who's giving them "How do we get out of this" look. Dean shakes his head; Sam grits his teeth. Theo starts to walk closer but a gunshot land right next to her foot, making her jump back. Sam pulls her back, who is glaring at Sheridan.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Theo shouts. Sheridan ignores her and turns his attention back to Ballard.

"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked"

"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?"

"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one dead scumbag"

"Hey!" Sheridan raises the gun; Dean backs off.

"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you" Ballard lowers the gun "Thank you. Thank you" As he turns back to Dean, Ballard brings her gun up and fires, hitting Sheridan in the stomach. He goes down, Dean rolls out of the way.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" He tackles her legs, knocking her down, she loses her gun and Theo tries to go for it, but Sheridan gets there first. Theo looks at him with wide eyes "Don't do it! Don't do it!" Ballard stares past Sheridan, who turns to see the Ghost behind him, staring through her bloody hair. She smiles. A gunshot goes off: Ballard has recovered a weapon and shot Sheridan in the back. He goes down, more permanently this time.

==

Ballard is kneeling by the body of her late partner. She gets up and approaches Sam, Dean and Theo, standing nearby.

"You doin' all right?" Theo asks.

"Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?"

"Should be over. Should be at rest" Sam says.

"So, uh. What now, officer?"

"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases story. I can't help you. Unless...I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escape.

"Wait, are you sure?"

"Yeah, she's sure, Sam" Dean says, his arm around Theo's shoulders.

"No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that"

"Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night" Ballard turns to go "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in"

"Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance>"

"It's at the impound yard down on Roberston" Ballard sees Dean's calculating look "Don't...even think about it"

"It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. Well, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that"

"Yeah. I've noticed" Sam, Dean and Theo walk off down the road.

"Nice lady" Theo says.

"Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you guys?"

"No, why?" Sam shoves Dean playfully.

"I don't know. Anyway, are you hungry?"

"No"

"For some reason I could really go for some pea soup" Dean looks to Theo who gives him puppy-dog eyes. He sighs and crouches down "Get on" Theo gets on and snuggles into his shoulder "You will be the death of me one day"

"More like you'll be the death of me" Theo snorts.