#first terror post whoo!!!

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

Not a single brain cell in the mutineer polycule (Goodsir doesn’t count)

Bonus:

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Whoo hooooo! I think you would create magic as always with this prompt: the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

Could I request it with your choice of Tup… or post-stasis Kix… or Hunter? 🫦🥹💙

A/N: Thank you for the ask @freesia-writes! I’ve been wanting to write a fic with a meteor shower for ages, and this was the perfect opportunity. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Hunter x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 740

Warnings and tags: fluff; sensuality; pop culture in my SW fanfic (it's more likely than you think)

Summary: You and Hunter watch a meteor shower on Pabu.  

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“I’m gonna turn in,” Wrecker said. “I’ll take the kid back to the house if you two want to stay and watch the show.”

“I told her she needed to take a nap if she wanted to stay awake long enough to see the meteor shower,” Hunter laughed quietly, passing Omega’s sleeping form to his brother.

You grinned. “In her defense, if my dad had told me to take a nap when I was twelve, I definitely would have stayed awake just to spite him.”

Wrecker let out a booming laugh. “Didn’t realize you were such a rebel!”

“Ssshhhh!” you and Hunter shushed Wrecker in unison.

“Oh, right,” he whispered. “I’m headin’ out. See ya later.”

You waved goodbye at Wrecker and then flopped back down onto the blanket you’d spread on the sandy beach of Pabu, staring up at the glorious night sky. Hunter soon joined you, not quite touching you, but lying close to your side so you’d both fit on the blanket.

“You’re lucky Omega’s such a great kid,” you murmured. “I was a holy terror at her age. I couldn’t even stand myself; I don’t know how my parents survived.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled. “The proper schoolteacher of Pabu?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you replied. “I was a teenage dirtbag.”

“Is that why all the kids love you?”

“They sense a kindred spirit under my respectable facade,” you said with a giggle.

Hunter huffed a quiet laugh, and the two of you lapsed into silence as you watched the sky. It was a dark, moonless night, and for once, the sky was entirely free of clouds—a perfect night for stargazing. You could see the entire galaxy stretched out above you, the stars shining brightly enough that they reflected as pinpricks of light on the tranquil ocean.

“Look there,” he said, pointing to a section of the sky close to the horizon. “It’s gonna be a good one.”

Sure enough, a brilliant streak of light soon shot low across the darkness, its flash bright enough to illuminate the beach faintly. As it burned out, you turned your head to stare at Hunter.

“How do you do that?” you asked softly.

“I can hear them,” he replied.

He lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the sky, and you took a moment to watch his face in the starlight. “That’s amazing.”

It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but you thought he smiled. “There’ll be another over there.”

He pointed across your body to a section of sky far to your left. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see over you, and you turned to the sector he pointed out just in time to catch the vivid burst of light. The meteor split in two as it hit the atmosphere, putting on a dazzling show, and you could hear the distant sizzling as it burnt itself out.

“Even I could hear that one!” you exclaimed, turning to Hunter in excitement.

He was much closer to you than he had been when he was lying on his back, and you caught your breath when you realized that your faces were almost touching. Your pulse began to race, and you silently willed yourself to calm down, knowing that Hunter would be able to hear your body’s reaction to him.

Another meteor shot directly overhead, its bright light illuminating his face, and you realized he was staring at your lips. On impulse, you reached up and kissed him. It was quick and light—barely a peck—and by the time it was over, the beach had plunged back into darkness, leaving you uncertain about his response.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Was that—”

He cut off your question abruptly, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate, urgent kiss. His hand dropped to your waist, rolling your body against his as his tongue grazed your lips softly, sliding into your mouth. The moment he tasted you, he let out a short, desperate sound, almost a growl, as his hand slid possessively up your back. Overhead, a spectacular meteor burst into the atmosphere, its flash so intense that you could see the illumination even though your eyes were closed. You opened them just in time to see the light trail die out.

As your lips parted from Hunter’s, you whispered, “We missed that one.”

He kissed you again, softly. “I prefer the view down here.”

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I just discarded an entire post by accident. Whoops. Anyways! Time for more bloodlines, this time.. The Rose bloodline! Whoo-hoo!

Now, you might be thinking 'which Rose?' Both of them! Ellie first, however:

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Ellie Rose, born Eleanor Rose-Cue, is the twin sister to Sally Cue, born Sally Rose-Cue. Although it was hard to tell them apart as babies, Ellie started dying her hair around the age of 13-14. Any color, she had at one point, until she settled on a bright red, enjoying the vibrant look. Around this time, Sally gained glasses due to messing up her own sight by red in the dark with barely any light source. It got easy to tell them apart, and people barely believed they were twins!

Their parents were very pushy in what they wanted their children to do. They encouraged higher things: Lawyer, Doctor, Psychiatrist. They never expected a call from the school saying Ellie got into a fight and sent a kid to the hospital, defending her sister. This hit them with a harsh reality of their children NOT wanting to become anything like they said. And so, they started pushing harder.

More fights, detentions, explusions- All of it got WAY too much. They sent Ellie off to a boarding school, where she ran away and changed her last name to Rose, and shortened her first name by law to Ellie.

Sally got the blunt end of bullying, but eventually stood for her own. Turning 18 and graduating, she joined the police academy, cut her parents off, and changed her last named to Cue. Although she works as an accountant rather than on-field, she enjoys it more than people eexpect.

They have a very small family, having cut off over majority of them for various reasons, ranging from overly-religious to downright abusive. The only family member they had kept in contact with was their grandfather, who unfortunately passed while they were young.

Even after all these years, with Ellie's ever-growing criminal record, Ellie and Sally still keep in touch and are on very good terms.

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Now, time for the OTHER Rose bloodline.

Jacob Rose was the second-youngest child to six siblings. Yikes. His older siblings, a brother and a sister, were his half siblings, having come from his father's first marriage. The middle two siblings, two sisters, came from his mother's first marriage, also making them his half siblings. Him and his younger brother are the only ones that are fully related. Three boys, three girls, and it was pretty clear to the outside world that the parents played favorites.

He doesn't hold it against any of his siblings, but it does stem a lot of trauma and nightmares. He never knew privacy, and anytime he did get it: He'd be lucky if he got a minute to himself.

Jacob was the least liked amongst the parents, despite trying his hardest, and this stemmed from being a "hard baby" and "keeping them up all night". In reality, Jacob suffers from chronic nightmares and sleep terrors. The terrors went away as he got older, but the nightmares stayed.

His grandparents weren't the most helpful, but they tried. The only one that was really helpful, was his step-grandmother from his father's first marriage. She actively included Jacob in things, despite him not being biologically related to him. She passed when Jacob was around 15.

Once Jacob turned 18, he packed up and ran away from home. Cops were called, and he was brought back. Three times. Before they finally deemed him a run-away and didn't retrieve him again. He completely cut his family off, started job-hopping, and eventually landed himself an apartment and a job at the museum at the age of 22.

Jacob doesn't talk about his family much, but when he does, it's about his grandparents and how sweet they were to him.

Unbeknownst to him: He has two nephews and a niece that have no clue about him, as well as another sibling.

[case-of-traxits]

Turk Week Masterlist

[Turk Week]

The World Was on Fire (and no one could save me but you)

Nov 10 || Day 1 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Unauthorized Disclosure / Compromise / "It's strange what desire will make foolish people do." Word count: 858 words. Content Notes: Post Temple of the Ancients, missing scene, hurt/comfort, medical devices. Characters: Reno, Tseng. Soundtrack: "Amnesia," by Jorge Mendez. Summary: Reno stops by the hospital to see Tseng after the Temple of the Ancients. Can be considered a paired fic to Aftermath, a ficlet wherein Tseng takes care of Reno after the Plate drop in the OG.

We're All Someone's Hopes and Dreams

Nov 11 || Day 2 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Intelligence / Secrets / "Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?" Word count: 1185 words. Content Notes: Ambiguous relationship. Characters: Tseng, Reeve Tuesti. Soundtrack: "My Protector," by Mesh. Summary: Reeve and Tseng have dinner.

I Know What I Know (if you know what I mean)

Nov 12 || Day 3 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Dead drop / Exchange / "Refuse is our inspiration; terrorism is our trade." Word count: 2265 words. Content Notes: Interdepartmental cooperation at its finest. Really. Not sarcastic there at all. Characters: Reno, Rude, Tseng, Cissnei, Emma, Alvis, Ruluf, Freyra, Maur, Juget, Balto, Tseng, Veld, Heidegger.  [Just missing Nunchaku and Knife, tbh.] Soundtrack: "What I Am," by Edie Brickell & New Bohemians. Summary: There's a system for getting possibly less than legal things in the Tower.  Heidegger knows the Turks are at the center of it.

I Found Myself in You (and it made me so damned scared)

Nov 13 || Day 4 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Evasion & Escape / Run Away / "Run me down and race away from me." Word count: Incomplete. Content Notes: None. Characters: Tseng, Aerith Gainsborough. Soundtrack: "In A Perfect World (Acoustic)," by Dean Lewis & Julia Michaels. Summary: Three times Aerith ran away from her feelings, and one time Tseng did.

Just Let Your Conscience Go

Nov 14 || Day 5 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Human Source / Confidential Informant / "You've got such a fetching smile, but my what sharp teeth." Word count: 1459 words. Content Notes: None. Characters: Reno, Marlene Wallace. Soundtrack: "We're Going to Hell," by Cursive. Summary: Reno talks to Marlene her first morning above the Plate. Can be considered a sequel scene to Before She Hangs Her Head to Cry, a fic wherein Reno drops Marlene off with Reeve after the Plate Drop.

Nov 15 || Day 6 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Multi-Level Security / Safeguarding / "Dirty my hands, steady my feet; send out the message."

Nov 16 || Day 7 [Tumblr Post][AO3] Surveillance / Security / "Staring down the barrel of a .45"

Bonus prompts for switching out or mixing in:  Cipher / Puzzle / Classified / Deception / Handbook / Electronic Warfare / Downtime / Bar / Sparring / Alcohol and/or Cigarettes / Self-Medication

Whoo! Turk Week! I have no idea how I'm going to do this while doing Nano. But I will figure it out. These are my babies, after all.

Got any ideas or characters/pairs you'd like to see? Drop them in my inbox. <3

[chibi-honey-cake]

Imposter in Our Midst - Imposter x Crewmates

Okay, so this is some A.mong U.s/Within Us content, whoo-hoo! Yeah, that’s right, besides the Voretober content! (I have another Within Us story written up for the Ship entry already~) So to be fair, this was written in like 2 hours, barely proofread, and is WHOLLY inspired by this post over on @nom-central​’s blog by a lovely anon named Vee. Vee, this is your fault, so this is for you! Also with bonus additions from the tags. So have this take on some ali-yum noms~

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Fearplay, Teasing, Same Size Vore, Nonbinary Pred, Alien Pred, Unspecified Prey, Multiple Prey, Female Prey, Willing Prey (eventually), Begging Pred (eventually), Fatal is briefly mentioned but it doesn’t happen, also a bit of magic shrinking is involved to explain the multiple prey thing Word Count: 2.5K

She'd seen it gobble up another crewmate with her own eyes, stuffing them into a wide maw on their stomach and swallowing them up. The 'crewmate' in the black suit purred loud, patting their belly as it shrank to contain the other being without a trace. Chloe gasped and dropped the clipboard in her hands out of shock, the loud clatter immediately giving her away.

Black whipped to stare in her direction, the lime-suited scientist felt her blood freeze in fright. No...! This wasn’t happening...!! Black growled low and deep, dark tentacles springing from their back as their stomach growled loudly. Drool slicked what should've been their face-shield, a grin splitting their visor.

The voice in the back of her head whispered 'run,' and that was all that it had taken to free up her legs. She bolted out of the room, fright fueling her desperation. She heard the monster in human's clothing tear after her and she knew that if she made one wrong move, it was over for her. Chloe fled through the facility, careening around a doorway so fast that she almost slammed into the wall in her panic. She knew it was practically breathing down her neck- she couldn't let it catch her!

She ducked through the lab, slipping through a decontamination cycle with ease. She thought it might trip up the monster after her as she turned to check the doors- but a loud and ominous creaking filled the room. Those black tentacles seeped between the doors, prying them slowly apart with pressure alone. An alarm started squealing as Chloe's voice quavered a cry- this thing was strong and intent on catching her!

She bolted as soon as the other doors opened, not looking back to see the creature forcing its way through the first door. Into the greenhouse she fled, the humidity fogging her face shield quickly. She slapped her helmet open, panting in terrified exertion. She couldn't let it catch her- her only chance was to make a quick loop on the catwalks and avoid the carnivorous plants that they were studying, then bolt into the decontamination again and hope that the monster has to pry open the doors again. Chloe didn't want to think about if this plan didn't work...!

She ran out onto the catwalks, her footsteps shaking and echoing on the metal grating. The vines of the plants twitched and twisted at the new and erratic movement, sensing a meal in their midst. Chloe swallowed, panicking as the heads of the large purple 'flowers' began to turn and open in her direction. Now she was being hunted by even MORE creatures...! She ran down the middle path out of desperation, hoping that the monster couldn't follow her through such a busy path. Rustling and thumping rattled the metal pathway beneath her- she had no clue how many of those vines had just barely missed her.

She turned to run to the left- but a sudden shadow loomed in front of her and blocked her path. She shrieked, recoiling back and stumbling over her own feet. She fell back onto the grating hard, the rattle of metal echoing in her ears as she looked up in terror. It was the creature, still in the form of the black crewmate, grinning wide with its impossible face. Two sets of eyes opened on its visor, that grin stretching wide enough to reach up to the sides of its 'face'. Its stomach growled, loud, low and angry.

Chloe gasped, scrambling back on the pathway in fear. Everything else was forgotten. Her pulse pounded in her ears. This was it, this is where it was going to end- But rather than pounce, the creature... tilted its head with that grin still on its face. And then it spoke.

"Lofton, Chloe." Its voice was low and hissing, sending shivers down her spine as it said her name, "Role: Technician." It was almost purring, approaching with slow steps. She tried to crawl back further, it hovered close before she could. "Intelligent, but oblivious," it grinned wide as it stood over her, its belly beginning to split like it had before. Chloe whimpered, remembering flashes of Red being stuffed down into its gullet. "I wondered how long it would take for someone to notice my- eating habits." She shivered, the alien creature standing almost directly over her now. The maw in its belly opened, teeth and tongue visible inside. "I've been waiting to devour you for so long..." it purred, staring down at her ravenously, "I saved the best for last~"

Above this creature, movement caught Chloe's eye. She shifted her attention, still terrified- when she noticed one of the open flowers moving above them. The creature hadn't noticed, reaching down towards her... But it took a moment to realize that her attention had moved to something ABOVE. The creature in human guise halted, squinting its eyes. Just as it turned to look above them, vines lurched downward towards the two figures. A look of dawning horror crossed the alien's face just as it was suddenly ensnared in the tough vines of the flower.

The creature let out an unholy shriek, thrashing against the grip on its body as another vine added to the mix. Chloe gawked, her jaw falling open as the plant scooped away her attacker. It was- It was trying to eat the creature? Chloe sat up in complete shock and mild terror. That was... That was almost her. She was just almost eaten...! But... From what they had found out about the flowers, it was not pleasant for victims. Being consumed over days, alive for most of that... It was a terrible, painful death.

The alien shrieked again, a grinding and desperate rasp as it fought. Its tentacles tangled in the vines, but they didn't seem to be able to pry them off. Chloe hesitated, working herself to her feet as she stared. It... As much as it was as close to eating her as it was being eaten right now... She couldn't just stand by in good conscience. Even though it had eaten her crewmates, she couldn't let this happen when she could do something. This was- crazy and practically suicide, if not from the plant then from the victim... But she didn't want to just stand by!

The girl sprang into action, leaping up onto the rail to meet the vines that were taking the alien away. She reached out, grasping at the vines. The alien whipped around to stare at her, all four eyes wide with terror and astonishment. Chloe ignored the look, gritting her teeth as she tugged. The vines gave slightly, but started to tighten further. She grunted, using her feet on the railing to anchor herself. The plant was trying to draw both of them towards its open flower and she wouldn't let that happen!

In the back of her head, her mind told her that the alien had clearly spoken english- so it understood her. She reached out, trying to free the black imposter. "Grab onto me!" she ordered, "Hold on and I'll get you loose!" The creature hesitated, clearly mystified on why she was attempting to help it. But after a second, she saw its tentacles shift. It let go of the vines around it and the black tentacles reached for her instead. They wrapped around her shoulders and waist, anchoring them together. She resisted the urge to shudder at the strange sensation and reached her arms out to it again. "Link arms with me!" she told it. Quickly it obeyed, reaching out and grasping her arms.

Chloe grasped its arms just the same, steadied herself on the rail, then pulled backwards with all of her strength. She strained and heaved as hard as she could manage, her voice trailing with a high groan. Her teeth were on edge, her arms trembled as her legs pushed back, and the alien stared at her with terror in its eyes. Slowly the vines started to give, creaking and slipping away from the other creature. They found that if a meal was too much of a fight, the plants would back off. Apparently Chloe was triggering that, more vines slipping. "Come... ONNNN!" she grunted, strain tight in her voice.

Then suddenly the creature was freed. It bundled into her from force alone, both of them colliding and spilling painfully onto the walkway. Chloe panted and gasped, reeling from exertion and the fast trip. Suddenly there was a tug at her arms, pulling her to her feet. "Quickly!" the creature hissed, yanking her along. She followed blindly, running behind it without regard to what was going on.

They ran back into decontamination, not stopping as they ran past the ruined door and into the lab. Finally Chloe could run no more, tripping over her own feet and skidding to a stop on the floor. She gasped for air, involuntary tears trailing from her eyes. Everything hurt, her heart was pounding out of her chest, she was absolutely terrified... And she was probably about to meet the same fate as her crewmates. The thought occurred to her that she saved this creature and it was probably still going to eat her anyway. A quiet sob shuddered her shoulders as she laid prone on the floor, the girl giving up then and there. She wouldn't be able to fight it, anyway...

Black boots appeared in her vision, sluggish tears making her vision wobble. This was it... But rather than grabbing her in those tentacles like she thought- A soft hand patted her head instead. Still the tears flowed, stopping wasn't an option at this point. She whimpered a soft sob as the hand stroked her head gently. "Hush, human," the low voice above her soothed softly, "It is alright. Don't be afraid."

"B-But..." her voice stammered shakily without her consent, clogged with mucus and exhaustion, "You'rrrre... gonna eat muh-me... t-too..."

"I will not," it responded softly, "You risked your life to rescue me, even when I was trying to devour you and your crew..." There was a low purr and Chloe dared to look up at the creature, her tear-stained face meeting its distorted one. Its eyes were narrowed with concern, that impossible grin gone and replaced with a soft frown. "That is more than I have ever been offered before. There is nothing stronger than a sacrifice like that."

Chloe sniffled, reaching up to wipe the thick tears on her cheeks. Mostly she just spread them with her lime gloves. "You're... not gonna... eat me...?" she asked slowly, still sniffling and panting. Her tears had slowed but were still leaking from her green eyes.

The creature shook their head. "No," it replied, "You are safe." Chloe paused briefly... Then let out a shuddering, sobbing breath as she collapsed on the floor again. Relief flooded her as a few more tears squeezed out of her eyes, her hands grasping feebly at the tile. She was safe... The black suit turned and sat down in front of her, still reaching out to pet her head. "And I want you to know your crewmates are safe as well," the creature added.

"Huh?" she asked, glancing up at the larger figure, "But..." She sniffled, rubbing her wet cheeks again. "D-Didn't you... eat them?"

"Yes," it replied without hesitation, "But they are safe." It reached up to its midsection, patting it with its free hand. "Within me. I have a device that shrinks and places others inside into stasis. They are safe, just asleep." Chloe looked to its hand, then back to its face in confusion. The creature hesitated, then began to explain further. "I was ordered to covertly capture and deliver the humans to our base for observation," it spoke slowly, "But... I believe it might be best if I observe here... plainly instead?"

Chloe sniffled, mulling the words over. There was a pause between them, then she looked up... and gave the creature a soft, watery smile. "Y-Yeah..." she replied. It broke into its own wide smile, creasing its four eyes up with happiness. Chloe paused, wiping her cheeks again. "Um..." she started slowly, "What, um... What do I- call you? Since you'll be around?"

The creature hesitated, then leaned down to her face. "I... That is very private. True designations are private among my kind," it explained quietly.

Chloe frowned, realizing that she probably had overstepped a boundary already. "I-I'm sorry," she murmured, "I didn't mean to... ask something so personal-"

But the creature's hand reached out to her, shushing her with a soft tap to her lips. It smiled again. "But I will tell you. No one else must know my real designation- it is only for you to know."

=-=-=-=-=

It had taken a while, but now Imp was a regular part of the crew. Ever since the incident, Imp stuck close to Chloe for the most part. It often had to be reminded that it too had tasks to accomplish. It had sworn off all covert activities and made a pact not to hurt anyone on the crew.

But one of the things that separated Imp from the others was that it still craved live meals. It still desired prey to wriggle inside and mostly the crewmates served that role safely. However, the one that Imp seemed to crave the most was Chloe, whining and begging through the loud growling of its tummy.

"Please, please, Techie," it whined, its black head nuzzling against her own as she connected wires in the barracks, "Please, I'm so hungry... Please, I just want a little taste, a little moving inside, please?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, stepping over to the laundry chute. "Lemme dump this-" she started before Imp was nuzzling her again.

"Please, Techie..." it begged, a loud whining growl of its stomach matching its words. "Please let me swallow you, I'm starving..."

Chloe pulled the handle with a sigh, shaking her head as she let go. "Now I'm done," she announced, "You're free to eat me, then-"

Tentacles lashed out, snaring the smaller human by the waist as Imp grinned. Drool slicked its jaw as its belly opened to reveal those teeth again. "Thank you.... Thank you!" it purred, practically shoving her into its stomach. Chloe grunted and fidgeted as the huge tongue in its belly curled around her, pulling her in greedily. One quick slurp was all it took and the jaws closed over her and sealed her in. A swallow tucked her deep into the damp, slick, and familiar confines of the imposter's belly.

Imp sank to the floor with a long, grateful sigh. Its belly rested on the floor, full of the smaller human. It caressed the lump in its middle lovingly, both arms and all of its tentacles getting in on the act. The growling had turned to sated grumbles and gurgles and the human's wriggling inside felt amazing. Its toes curled, a low thrumming churr pouring from its mouth. "Delicious... as always, my dear Techie..."

Chloe kept up her 'struggles' inside, making sure to reach all the sensitive areas she had mapped out in her head. "Mmph... A-Anything for you, Rinth," she murmured over a burble beneath her.

The imposter melted from her movement inside, then from her use of its real name. "And for you... Chloe..." it whispered reverently.

[the-righteous-heathen]

Yeah you can post this! I’d love for someone out there like me to realize they’re not alone!

whoo boy I have not been able to be open about this and the floodgates have been offered to me, prepare yourself. As said before though this is all /lh, imagine I’ve got a like stand-up routine tone or I’m describing a dnd character who just rolled 4 nat ones. That kind of “haha oh no”

I have a mild psychosis issue linked to my mania and usually depression. It shows itself in auditory hallucinations and phantom sickness. I constantly found myself in debilitating pain but I wasn’t sick. Nobody understood what was going on, all we knew was I wasn’t sick but god damn it I knew I was sick even if I was physically okay. I would hold onto the gospel like a lifeline. I needed it. It was all I had to prey and trust someone was looking out for me and would heal me. I suffer from hypersexuality (not trama related) so you can imagine how absolutely dread-filled I felt for feeling that way when he was watching me. I would deprive myself of any comfort out of such a deep disturbed paranoia that he would not heal me. It’s such a deep terror, feeling your soul being shunned by an ineffable kind yet careless god, I don’t know that I can explain it to anyone who hasn’t experienced it.

I’m forced to live in Utah as currently I am not well of financially and am so paranoid I will fall back into the trap. I feel like I can’t talk to anyone here because they could be stuck there and try to pull be back when they help. I can’t afford a real therapist anyway and the one my family recommended is through the church. They rely to heavily on it for money right now as do I.

Oh and I’m trans and aroallo so… cherry on top.

Side note I never capitalize god now. I think that was my first act of rebellions against the gospel.

you cannot make shit like this up, I rate being an exmo a 0/10. Hope you get out of this rough patch, you always have a community here!

also I totally get what you mean because my favorite curse word is goddamn because I’m disrespecting the lord AND it sounds nice

[ellinights]

seungsik as your father (or mom)

we all can hereby agree that, seungsik is he best mom victon could ever have :”) wipes tears. his caring nature towards the members is just simply heartwarming. let me just say, if he becomes a father one day, his child is a lucky one. i’m not surprised if he took the mom role as well to let his significant other rest or not do anything. (such a sweet guy i’m in love, okok)

okAy seungsik as a dad wHoO

let me start if saying, THE MOST CARING PARENT THAT WILL EVER EXIST will be this human version of shiba inu once he’s an actual dad

let me just start off with taking care of the child

one word: SWEET watch me repeat sweet a million times in this post

wakes the kids up with a kiss and in a soft manner, unlike barging in the door with the pot and spoon ready to make a scene, no no that’s not him

“sweetie baby, time to wake up for school” or “sunshine, it’s time to get ready for school”

he’ll whisper softly towards his child’s ear while caressing their heads, slowly tryna wake them up

once the kids wake up, he won’t hesitate to start getting them dressed into their school uniform

seungmom (coUghs) will know that the kids dreaded school, so he’ll try his best to cheer them up so the kids won’t feel like shit when going to school

by making them their favourite breakfast, making terrible ass jokes (jsjsjsjs) to make them laugh etc.

if he could handle 6 grown ass men who acts like kids, he could handle the actual kids much better than he thought

brings them to school, and never forgets to kiss them goodbye and watches them walk into the school building safely before he drives off

when he picks them up from school, he’ll carry out some of his kids favourite snacks while waiting for them to finish school

he’ll definitely go “good job kiddos! you guys did well in school!” while giving them a high five. then proceeds to give them their snacks as a reward uwu

he’s seems like a great listener to me, he’ll listen to every story his kids tell him attentively, like he’s actually interested in knowing what’s his kids doing in school

he’s basically fond of hearing his kids talk basically about anything, cause he feels it’s adorable to see his children that way

cooks lunch for them after school, as usual cooking the kids favourite meals. what a great father :”)

watching the kids eat already makes him full so he don’t even bother to make lunch for himself

somehow, i thought of seungsik teaching his kids their homework. it just comes to me in a sense that he’ll do that

buT noT maTh aHa

also would play with the kids during their free time, he would sacrifice his own privacy to be with the kids

i feel he has this mindset of making sure he sees his kids develop as much as he can cause time doesn’t wait for you

even though he could be sweet, he’s also firm and strict

i can imagine him sitting down the kids and telling them the rules of the house that they need to follow

oh and if the kids don’t follow....

aHa they’re in trouble

he’s not a typical tiger parent. but when the kids disobey, he’ll warn them first

it’s more like he’ll say it nicely to the kids that they shouldn’t do it, but the aura surrounding him will say “you two lil shizz yall better don’t break the rules again or else no more snacks in the future”

yeah... and the kids could sense the terror of his aura and wouldn’t dare to break the rules again

when the kids don’t admit to their faults... *sweats intensifies*

....he’ll be like this: “oh, someone broke the rules today. i wonder who it is huh? i guess i gotta take their toys away for a week”

oh when he disciplines his child when they didn’t follow his rules

okay can i just say i would feel seungsik is the scariest when he gets mad

so he’ll lowkey look at them in the eye and stated firmly that he doesn’t want his child to do this or this again and so on

his intonation is not pure screaming or whatever, it sounds calm but scary doos that makes sense sjjss. his voice won’t sound sweet or cheerful but more dark?

it’ll scare the child cause seungsik rarely gets mad with them, he’s a patient boi but not as patient as seungwoo imo lolol

and also his kids wouldn’t be naughty cause seungsik already teaches them to be good and stuffs

99.9% chance the kids will cry, and as much as seungsik’s heart would break into pieces to see his kids cry, he knows he needed to put his child in place, he has no choice.

after that, when the kids calmed down he’ll go to them and give comfort and say sorry for being like this, and explained that he needed to do so that they would never do something like that again

o h. how he’ll comfort his kids when they’re sad, will be the sweetest thing you’ll ever see

when the kids are feeling down, he’ll notice it right away. i feel seungsik could read body languages fast

he won’t ever hesitate to ask the kids what’s wrong. the aura that he emits is more of like a comforting, trustworthy kind of atmosphere

so the kids wouldn’t feel afraid to let their feelings out cause they know that their father is a trustable man and could keep their secrets or feelings in him

seungsik will do anything better to make his kids feel happy again. from hugging them tight, rubbing their backs while the kids cry into his chest, whispering sweet words to make them feel better or some sort.

the worst he could do, crack up a damm joke i’m the middle of it to see you laugh, which surprisingly works sjjsjs. would wipe their tears away and cover them up with a blanket until they feel better

i’m already tearing up while imagining this guys help

give them ice cream, or buy them their favourite street food while they’re sad, WATCH HIM DO THAT HHHH

he’s such an understanding father that’s for sure

now when it comes at nighttime, he’ll tuck the kids into bed without fail

probably forces his kids to sleep at 9:30 everyday oops.

even when his kids are 30, watch seungmom still tucking them into bed HAHAHAHHA

he won’t read them stories i feel, he’ll just look deeply into his kids’ eyes, sharing this connection with his loved ones while caressing their heads

it’ll be in comfortable silence, just seungmom patting the kids to sleep.

even after the kids fall asleep, he’ll still be with them, maybe he’ll slip into emo phase and tell the kids his hopes and dreams for them while they’re deep in slumber

obviously, and seungsik will do this no matter what, if he starts the day with giving a kiss to his children, he’ll end the day with it as well.

GOD KANG SEUNGSIK YOUDONT NEED TO BE THAT SWEET GOSH

repeat after me, seungsik, bestest boi ever.

oh it really will warm my heart to see him take care of kids one day. he’s such a sweet caring potato i cRy— hope yall enjoyed this!

i’m writing this because yesterday’s bulleted scenario was too sinful so i decided to write a fluff one today oops.

imma yeet byE. requests are open, and do refer the pinned post and read up the groups that i write in order to request!

[lokilickedme]

Part 2 of Read By Loki Laufeyson - High Rise

By request

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own in 2016 (no longer available there) 

Rating:  Mature

Archive Warning:  No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:  F/M

Fandom:  Loki - Fandom, High-Rise (2015), Tom Hiddleston - Fandom

Relationship:  Loki/His Book

Character:  Loki (narrator), Robert Laing, Richard Wilder

Additional Tags:  Explicit Language, Loki Has Issues, Spoilers, Loki Does What He Wants, stick to the damn book Loki, lewd passages quoted from the book, references to bestiality and incest (thanks a lot for that, Ballard. You’re a dick)

Series:  Part 2 of Read by Loki Laufeyson

Stats:  Published: 2016-02-21   Words: 1220 (original version)

Part One: Loki Reads Chapter 9 of The Night Manager

  High Rise, Read by Loki Laufeyson 

by lokilickedme 

Summary:  Loki narrates another audiobook.  Apologies to JG Ballard, though not very sincere ones.  In fact I take it back, I’m mad that I ever had to read this.

Notes:  See the end of the work for notes 

  Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog... 

Well shit, lets just not waste any time at all getting to the good stuff, shall we?  When a book has the unmitigated balls to start off with a barbequed canine for the first course, you know you're in for an entertaining evening chock full of questionable culinary choices written in dirty grey prose, which we all know is just a gateway to every sort of perversion familiar to man and a handful or two heretofore known only to the Aesir - and I’ll tell you right now they get up to some kinky shit that’d make you want to tie your ballsack to a goat.  That’s not a metaphor, they’re known for literally tying their ballsacks to goats.  Okay, one of them is known for it.  Okay, I’m known for it.  It was me.  So once one has committed to snacking on the family pets, what comes after the appetizer, sex with a budgie?  What sort of sauce is the fellow using?  Did he sautee the dog or is that fucker deep fried?  Or am I missing a particularly rude innuendo here and he's actually giving the beast a blow job?  If that's the case then this might end up being a worthwhile read after all, and I can’t think of a much more romantic place than the balcony if you’re actually going to commit to pleasuring the wife’s poodle.

 ...Dr. Robert Laing reflected on the unusual events that had taken place within this huge apartment building during the previous three months.  Now that everything had returned to normal - 

Hold up.  NOW everything's returned to normal?  You're eating a fucking dog, sir, either that or you're fellating it.  In what twisted realm is either of those scenarios considered normal?  We’re not counting Asgard, by the way.  And I'd rather like to know which part of the beast we're talking about here, I mean if it's the drumstick or the tenderloin then I hope you basted it with some herbs and a bit of olive oil before you slapped it on the hibachi.  If you're committing cunnilingus, then I'm presuming you know which part you're dealing with and I'll leave you to it, though the olive oil could serve dual purpose here.  But it does beg the question - is the beast male or female?  Not making a judgement, just getting the visual.

While we're pondering that, I'm going to do us all a colossal favor and skip ahead a bit.  This book really is difficult, and by difficult I mean I've had torture sessions on asteroids that were less annoying.  The story itself is good, heaven knows I enjoy chaos and mayhem and bestiality as much as the next power mad despot, but word for word this tale reads a bit like Lewis Carroll and Roald Dahl having the slowest orgasm in history during a mutual masturbation session while smoking Edgar Allen Poe’s gym shorts.  I actually think I might be having the slowest orgasm in history.

 'Come whenever you want to.'  Laing put his arm around her shoulders, steadying her in case she lost her balance.  In the past he had always felt physically distanced from Alice by her close resemblance to their mother, but for reasons not entirely sexual this resemblance now aroused him.  He wanted to touch her hips, place his hand over her breast.  As if aware of this, she leaned passively against him. 

And there it is my friends.  All good stories need an element of the forbidden, and it looks like sister-diddling wins the perversion jackpot for this evening.  This Laing fellow has the whoo hoos for big sis.  And you people give me shit over my "alleged" deviant relationship with my brother?  Last I recall adopted siblings were free to black hole it all they want, yet here we have a pair working out a tag-up without the benefit of notarized adoption papers.  Since we seem to be condoning this, lets all remember our hypocrisy the next time I'm catching grief for banging Thor, shall we?  And while we're at it, are we all just ignoring the Oedipus train wreck this man just owned up to driving straight into the wall?  'Big sis you look like mummy, here let me drug you and keep you as a sex slave while this whole place goes to hell around us.'  I may or may not be skipping ahead but I'll save you a little time and drudgery - it goes there, people.

 He pulled the drawers on to the floor, heaved the mattresses off the beds, and urinated into the bath. 

Ah, Wilder.  I do love a good silly mustache-twirling villain with self aggrandizing dreams of conquering worlds several floors above his own social status.  Because in the end we all want more than what we’ve got, don’t we?  Thrones, love, respect, use of the penthouse, a herd of stoned females.  At least he didn't piss on the mattress.  Nobody likes a bedwetter, even in hell.

 His burly figure, trousers open to expose his heavy genitalia, glared at him from the mirrors in the bedroom.  He was about to break the glass, but the sight of his penis calmed him, a white club hanging in the darkness. 

Yes my good man, welcome to the fellowship of the knob, our universal handshake is to sit on the sofa with one hand down the front of our pants.  Our penises calm us all.

 He would have liked to dress it in some way, perhaps with a hair-ribbon tied in a floral bow. 

Huh.  Just when I rather think I like this Wilder fellow and his obvious off kilter mental status, he shows us his wiener.  Which was more than enough in itself, thanks so very much for that.  Elegant move there, dipshit - whip it out and slap a bow on it, for times when you really want to class things up.  I for one can't think of anything more entertaining or intellectually fulfilling on a Friday night than tying a pretty ribbon on my schlong and running about with it hanging out of my trousers while I harass and terrorize feral women in derelict apartment buildings.  Sometimes I like to really mix things up by borrowing a pair of mother's clip-on earrings and dangling them from my testicles.  It makes me feel so fucking manly.  You know, for those times when you really want to bang your sister who looks like your mom and you know you stand a better chance of scoring if you really put in some effort with the self decor.  Or you could go all out impressing the masses by tying your ballsack to a goat, but granted, it’s not for everyone.

 This ultimate role had helped him on one occasion, when a marauding band of women led by Mrs Wilder had entered the apartment.  Seeing Laing being abused, and assuming him to be Eleanor's and Alice's prisoner, they had left.  On the other hand, perhaps they understood all too well what was really taking place. 

Yes, what was really taking place was this fellow Laing got himself a couple of kinky babes who were willing to tie him to a chair and beat him with the hind leg of an Alsatian.  I mean, who doesn't get off on that?  I tip my cap to you, Sir.  Never go fifty shades with one woman when you can go full-on Marquis de Sade with two.  And seeing as this merry band of female visigoths was led by that Wilder chap's wife, one can only assume he pilfered her pretty hair bows one time too many and the poor woman felt compelled to start tucking the ginsu’s into her gingham apron and go on raiding parties with her Wednesday night book club group.  Or perhaps it was the 'heavy genitalia' on display out of the front of his pants that drove her over the edge.  I understand leaving one's trousers open while traversing rapidly declining self-contained bastions of reverse civilization is valid grounds for divorce in some states.

 First she would try to kill him, but failing that give him food and her body, breast-feed him back to a state of childishness and even, perhaps feel affection for him.  Then, the moment he was asleep, cut his throat.  The synopsis of the ideal marriage. 

What - all marriages aren't like that? 

I’m going to stop right here so we can all go take a break, order in some Alsation, chase our sisters and next door neighbors around the room with gardening implements and figure out where we hid our morphine stash - which sounds disconcertingly like a typical Saturday evening in Valhalla to me, quite honestly - and summarize the rest of the book, which goes a little something like this:  Madness, mayhem, perversion, murder, violence, death, and why the fuck don’t these people just walk out of the damn building?  Yes I know, it’s an allegory on class warfare and societal prejudices and the shitty tendency humanity has to turn on each other and finally itself when faced with a breakdown in the decency and polite behavior that tentatively holds people at arm’s length until the shit hits the fan and everyone starts coming at each other with golf clubs.  Humans have a disturbing desire to go all Lord of The Flies the moment order breaks down, and this book casts a bloodshot eye on the fucked up results.  I’m telling you though, it’s nothing a good tug’o war match with a goat couldn’t have fixed.

All in all I would say this book is a challenging read, but worth it in the end if for nothing other than the visual of that guy with the bow on his schnitzel.  Best read while mainlining household cleaners directly into your lungs blindfolded and waterboarding yourself while listening to Raul Julia sing the Ave Maria on 45 rpms.  Trust me, you'll understand once you get to the part where the old ladies in cocktail gowns are brawling over use of the elevator. 

 End Notes 

Passages in italics are the property of J.G. Ballard from the novel HIGH RISE, copyright 1975.  I don’t own them, I didn’t write them, and dear god please don’t ask me about the dog.

[truxi-twice]

Whoo. Back from Disney. My phone wasn’t functioning properly for most of the week either. What did I miss?

Disney was fantastic! It was Sterling’s first time ever going, and I’m just really glad I got to show him all sorts of things I knew he’d love. After almost ten years living together, I thiiiink I’ve got a pretty good idea of what his cup of tea is.

And in this case, his cup of tea was definitely getting to meet Alice at the UK pavilion in Epcot.  And Launchpad and Scrooge in Animal Kingdom. And dancing with José and Panchito in front of the castle (maybe. A little bit. He’s not big on Big Displays, but I think he liked that last one. Definitely more than the time the Majesty Makers made him try to pull the sword out of the stone).  And just the entirety of TomorrowWorld and Future World.

I really want to do a write-up of the whole thing while it’s fresh, but I don’t even know where to start.  Let’s try some highlights

- Dinner at the California Grill our first night in before even getting to the parks. We finished dessert (a s’mores-ish thing with a banana-jam cream puff, a chocolate-filled cream puff, a graham crisp, and marshmallow ice cream, which is officially the greatest marshmallow flavor) just in time to go out on the balcony and watch the fireworks, and no lie, I straight up cried. And I don’t mean I teared up. I was just covering my mouth and almost sobbing once they started up with “Touch the Sky.”  I think it’s just that that’s when it hit me that we were really there, and that literal months of planning had finally come to fruition and that we were getting to do one of the Big Things I’d been looking forward to for over half a year.  Plus, they were beautiful. THEY HAVE FIREWORKS SHAPED LIKE BLOCKS AND MAUI’S FISH HOOK!

-Started off in the parks with Haunted Mansion. Sterling’s call since Peter Pan was closed. Turned out to be a good’un. No matter how many times I ride that ride, I love it.

- It rained all day the first day. While that kind of sucked because it meant we were wet and cold, and no one noticed our Darkwing&NegaDuck Disneybounds, it meant that we literally just walked onto a lot of rides in Magic Kingdom and Hollywood Studios. Including Slinky Dog Dash. Which, just... I have never seen a wait time of less than an hour, usually longer.  I didn’t even bother booking Fastpasses because it looked like an ok kiddie coaster. It was a blast! And the theming was so cute and clever! So we immediately got back in (the very short) line to do it all over again. 

-Epcot was wonderful. Epcot is always wonderful. I could easily spend two full days in Epcot, and with the festival going on, I wish we’d gotten even more time.

-We Disneybounded José and Panchito in Epcot and actually got some recognition--mostly in the Mexico Pavilion. One of the castmembers let us use the hats in his stand to take photos!

-(they really need to #bringbackDreamfinder tho. Or do literally anything else with the Journey Into Imagination. It’s just so...dated and unpleasant, and generally just...unwhimsical it is. I don’t want it to go away. I just want it to go back to being a true journey into imagination.)

-We wore our Legends of the Hidden Temple t-shirts for our Animal Kingdom day, and everyone recognized them. Got a lot of compliments, but the best was truly Launchpad at the character meet-and-greet. He pointed at Sterling’s, then mine, then back again for a bit like he was thinking. Then he made Sterling pretend to be sneaking and he grabbed Sterling from behind like he was a temple guard.

-Also, just...Animal Kingdom. That was probably the best day where Everything Went Right. We rode Everest six times. Near close we just kept getting back in line, usually with a lot of the same people, and you could just tell everyone was so psyched up. We just barely squeaked onto the ride before it officially closed for the night, and got to see the start of Rivers of Light from the top.  It was beautiful. Everyone clapped and cheered when the ride was over.  Then we got out with enough time to scurry to the bridge and watch the rest of it. (Also, Sterling bought an adorable plush yeti. We’ve named him Spag. Spag Yeti.)

-Actually, speaking of people being excited, that’s something else I love about Disney. Everyone’s just so nice. Not just the cast members. Even the guests. It’s like we all feel like we’re part of the experience, so everyone’s just a little more pleasant to everyone else.

- We rode Rockin’ Roller Coaster three times in a row on our second-to-last morning and then swooped on over to Tower of Terror.

- The last night there was kind of rough (I thought we could make Fantasmic and Illuminations. That was foolish. We got to Fantasmic late, so even with fastpasses, we had lousy seats, and then we booked it to Epcot on aching feet just in time to see the last bit of Illuminations. In retrospect, we should’ve just done Illuminations, since that’ll be gone soon, which is a shame. It’s beautiful). But on a whim I asked about pin trading at our resort and found a Horizons pin--Sterling’s favorite attraction he never got to see. It kind of made the night a little better.

-...maaaaybe I went overboard with pin trading after that.  I found one of the  José construction pins tho!

- Our last go-through of the Haunted Mansion, the ride broke down. But it broke when we were in front of the ballroom scene. Specifically in front of the dueling portraits.  It was kind of cool to really got to look at everything thoroughly.

- I still love It’s a Small World.

- I left some Disney Art Drops around the park. Most got picked up without a word, but two people did actually tag me in a post with their finds, so that’s nice. A little girl found my Basil of Baker Street in the hedgemaze! ...Figment didn’t get picked up tho, which made me a little sad, because I wanted him to find a good home. I didn’t feel good about leaving him where he was overnight (it was in some bushes near the color-change tiles), so he came back home with me.

- Actually, speaking about those color change tiles, I’m so glad I saw someone talking about them online. That’s another thing that just about made me cry when I found them. They’re very simple, but something about them plus Spaceship Earth all lit up at night brings me right back to the very best of childhood.

So...yeah. Eventful week. I am exhausted. And dreading the thought of Doing Anything. But also wanting to get back to drawing stuff again.

One little Spark of inspiration...

[artofmla]

Delta Rune spoilers ahead

Ok strange idea. crossposting my reddit post because I feel like thing are super weird here. don’t read if you don’t want serious spoilers. I warned you.

it's pretty evident that this is not post genocide-pacifist as the characters in town don't know each other and other noticable things have changed. eg. undines eye patch, alphy's love for mewmew 2 and asgores enjoyment of cartoons and anime and the fact that Asriel is alive and well in college.

Te greatest common theory at this point is that this is an alternate universe. makes sense. however there are details that don't add up.

intro:

for millennia light and dark have lived in balance

bringing peace to the world,

but if this harmony were to shatter

A terrible calamady would occur

the sky would run black with terror

and the land would crack with fear.

then her heart pounding,

the EARTH will draw her final breath

Only then, shining with hope...

Three HEROES appear at world's edge

A HUMAN, A MOSNTER, And a PRINCE FROM THE DARK

only they can seal the fountains

and banish the ANGEL'S HEAVEN

only then will balance be restored

And the WORLD saved From destruction

Today, the FOUNTAIN OF DARKNESS

the geyser that gives this land form-

Stands tall at the center of the kingdom.

But recently another fountain has appeared on the horizon....

And with it, the balance of LIGHT and DARK begins to shift...

delta rune

Character Creation:

ARE YOU THERE?

ARE WE CONNECTED?

(soul appears)

EXCELLENT.

TRULY EXCELLENT.

NOW.

WE MAY BEGIN.

(Soul is beamed back up)

FIRST.

YOU MUST CREATE A VESSEL.

SELECT THE HEAD THAT YOU PREFER.

SELECT THE TORSO THAT YOU PREFER.

SELECT THE LEGS THAT YOU PREFER.

THIS IS YOUR BODY.

DO YOU ACCEPT IT? YES*NO

EXCELLENT

YOU HAVE CREATED A WONDERFUL FORM.

NOW.

LET US SHAPE IT'S MIND AS YOUR OWN.

WHAT IS IT'S FAVORITE FOOD?   SWEET SOFT SOUR SALTY PAIN COLD

YOUR FAVORITE BLOOD TYPE? A AB B C D

WHAT COLOR DOES IT LIKE MOST? RED BLUE GREEN CYAN

PLEASE GIVE IT A GIFT. KINDNESS MIND AMBITION BRAVERY VOICE

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR CREATION? (IT WILL NOT HEAR.) LOVE HOPE DISGUST FEAR

HAVE YOU ANSWERED HONESTLY? YES NO

YOU ACKNOWLEGE THE POSSIBILITY OF PAIN AND SEIZURE? YES NO

UNDERSTOOD.

NAME YOUR VESSEL.

WE CALLED IT "NAME."

AND WHAT ABOUT THE CREATOR?

YOUR OWN NAME.

"NAME."

(IF SAME NAME) Of COURSE. OF COURSE.

OF COURSE THEY ARE THE SAME.

"NAME."

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.

YOUR ANSWERS

YOUR WONDERFUL CREATION.

(black)

Will now be discarded. (IN REGULAR CASE)

No one can choose who they are in this world.

Your name is.

conclusion:

?chara? throws kris's soul in a cage.

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Whoo boy. excluding the whole rest of the game there is a lot of junk going on here. this honestly is the most important bit of lore we have in regards to the mystery that is delta rune. Now for the intro we have the same styled thing as in the undertale intro. pictures on top, text below, it tells us the story of light and dark. The most important phrase in this introduction is the ANGEL'S HEAVEN. and there is no clear idea what it is at the moment.

The ANGEL in the original UNDERTALE generally refers to Asriel. However Asriel exists in this reality as his college-going self, and his strange underground opposite who is a prince which Asriel does not seem to be in the regular world.

We know Toby Fox likes Mother. However for this new game I believe the inspiration isn't Mother but the legend of Zelda. A world resembling the original game but warped and the name DARK WORLD strongly suggest a spiritual connection to A LINK TO THE PAST and A LINK BETWEEN WORLDS. Given this suggestion I believe that the connection between these two worlds will become much stronger and that the play may eventually freely travel between them.

However, knowing the alternate universe bit I suggest that the phrase ANGEL'S HEAVEN refers to an ideal world for Asriel. One in which he is alive and well and loved. A world where Chara allegedly doesn't exist but Kris, the Frisk analogue does. Hmmm.

Then we get character Creation.

There appear to be two main speakers. However, going by the undertale/homestuck convention that different people have different capitalization spelling rules. this is only broken in undertale by three characters. sans(in the genocide fight) Flowey, and the Chara who chooses to address the player on screen in the pact segment of the genocide run in both normal capitalization and grammar rules and by speaking in all caps when angered.

The most telling reason that the speaker is chara is because in the genocide route whenever it says the name you gave at the start it uses the name format

"NAME."

However there is a problem. while this works wonderfully except for the last few lines. Chara does not speak in uppercase save in anger. This does not appear to be the case in the introduction and Toby's tweets leading up to Delta rune's release appear to from be our mysterious scientist figure.  

now there are two possibilities. One that chara is screaming at the player in the creation screens, which seems out of character. OR Gaster is speaking to you only to be interrupted by chara who speaks in their normal tone at the end. The latter seems far more likely

This theory seems to be suggested by chara's text in the genocide route:

"If you choose to create this world once more

Another path would be better suited.

Now Partner,

Let us send this world back into the abyss.

erase/do not

Delta Rune might be the other path at the end of the genocide-tainted pacifist run. And going back to the intro, in undertale the sky has certainly ran black with terror and the land cracked with Chara's blow that covers the screen with red nines. As that world no longer exists, Chara has moved on to another world, where they seemingly don't exist along with frisk who replaces KRIS.

the replacement explains why they recognize sans(unless toby is playing with player meta-knowledge) and why they don't seem to recognize their classmates and the classmate's father who seems to have the monster version of cancer.

This could be the reason for the imbalance in the dark world. Chara has moved into a world seemingly to destroy it creating the fountain. However nothing changes in the story as a result of Chara, or the player's actions. only the save slot seems to matter which is beyond your control as moving save slots changes nothing.

The phrase the ANGEL's HEAVEN makes more sense now. what would be a heaven for an angel is a prison for a demon, especially one that comes when you call it's name. As no changes can be made here. it's a perfect prison for chara then and the intro cements it.

only they can seal the fountains

and banish the ANGEL'S HEAVEN

only then will balance be restored

And the WORLD saved From destruction

Gaster is most likely stalemating Chara to recover the original world of undertale. this whole dark world is a elaborate staged chess game that is meaningless as described by Chara. Suzy being a bully gives an EXCELLENT hidden message to the player.

how to stall a bully. give them exactly what they want. Giving Chara a world where they seemingly can't do anything is the ultimate lazy strategy as a distraction.

HOWEVER.

The ANGEL'S HEAVEN is going to be banished, I think the player is going to have to make a choice whether to save this world, or to restore the original game. And knowing the theme that choices don't matter in this game, someone else is going to choose for you and that person is going to be Kris and the unnameable squad.

That character you created at the beginning is going to show up later. I think what's going to happen is that Kris, Suzy are going to fight you, the player's avatar and Chara to choose the fate of all of these worlds.

...and I can't wait to see it.

[i-w-p-chan]

The Feelings of a Fanboy

Summary: Whenever Izuku is Emotional, his Quirk reacts by kicking him into high gear. Unfortunately (?) for Izuku, it happens half the time.

Note: Who even let me…

WARNINGS: Kinda Cracky In Places, Creative Usage of Feels, Quirk!Izuku, Self-Indulgent Quirk Rambling, Canon Events Slipped In-Between Izuku Mentally Rambling About His Quirk, No Really, Artistic License: Physics And Sound Waves, Jumps Around Canon Events.

Disclaimer: Don't own BNHA.

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Midoriya Izuku's Quirk was… unique, to say the least.

At first, people assumed it was a speed-enhancing Quirk.

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Four year-old Izuku tugged at his mother's skirt as he pointed at the hero figurines on display; his mother promised to buy him one of All Might and he was so excited, he was vibrating in place.

Inko smiled at her son as she walked over to the store's entrance.

Her son, in his excitement, ran up ahead of her.

Except, when he ran, he was a blur shooting with impressive speed forward. Impressive speed he had no control over, which caused him to stumble, trip and fall to the ground. Instead of crying, he shot up again and looked back at his mother with sheer enthusiasm.

"Did you see that?!" He shouted, "My Quirk! My Quirk!"

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But then Izuku discovered that his Quirk didn't just enhance his speed.

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Izuku stared at the bent wall among silence from his peers. He had just punched it in excitement over the new All Might movie, and it just… bent inwardly.

Everyone knew his Quirk made him fast and he was scrawny with no muscles to speak of; so how-?

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"Midoriya-san, it appears that your son's Quirk doesn't just enhance his speed but also his strength. You said he didn't hurt his hand, right?"

"Yes."

"That means his Quirk augments his body's speed, strength and sturdiness. But for a short amount of time, and it's always fueled by a burst of emotions."

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Midoriya Izuku, age: 6, Quirk: Emotional Rush.

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Izuku liked to analyze Quirks and his own was no exception. So far, he figured out that his Quirk increased his speed and strength, made him practically invincible while it was active, and it activated whenever he felt a particularly strong burst of emotions.

He felt quite strongly, which meant he unintentionally activated his Quirk a lot.

And that was how he figured out the drawback to his Quirk.

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Inko sighed fondly as she saw her son curled up on the floor, staring blankly at the wall.

"Izukkun, it's time for lunch."

Izuku made a sound at the back of his throat and rolled to his room.

Inko sighed again and pulled her son using her Quirk, lamenting how her son's Quirk left him drained after it activated.

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No one knew just how many functions of his body his Quirk enhanced aside from him. No one knew how wide the range of emotions that fueled his Quirk was, better than him.

And that was why, when the slime villain rushed at him from the sewers, when the terror roaring in his veins kick-started his Quirk, when he opened his mouth and screamed so loudly he probably would have seriously hurt his ears if his Quirk didn't prevent it, he wasn't surprised in the least.

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He was saved from the villain, and was left shaking in his shoes due to the aftereffects of his Quirk.

And then he saw All Might in the flesh.

The sheer, transcendent excitement of meeting his idol woke his Quirk again, causing it to metaphorically grab him from rock bottom to launch him into the freaking sun.

(He was, once more, reminded of why it was a Very Bad Idea to activate his Quirk multiple times in succession as he lied on the ground, empty, with All Might hovering over him worriedly.)

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One of the greatest challenges Izuku faced was gaining a measure of control over his Quirk so that he won't launch into a Rushed state (as he called it) every time he got overly excited and/or nervous. Which was basically 90% of the time.

As he stared at the U.A building on the day of the entrance exam, he was completely and intimately reminded of why it was such a challenge; he could barely take a step or, heck, breathe without his Quirk being on the verge of activating.

And that was a Very, Very Bad Idea.

He needed to save his energy for the practical exam and there was no way he was taking the written exam while simultaneously gathering every scrap of energy he could muster post-Rush.

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At least, Izuku thought, staring at the city construct and listening to Present Mic, the amount of emotions he kept at bay so far was bound to last him a decent amount of time-

"START!"

"WHOO!" Izuku shot like a bullet towards the city, leaving a small crater, a trail of dust and silent, gaping fellow examinees behind him.

"That's the spirit!" Present Mic shouted, "What are the rest of you waiting for?"

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One of the most embarrassing things about his Quirk was that it also fueled his ramblings.

"Ohmygod," He stared back at where the zero points robot stood awkwardly in place as its leg were bent where he kicked them, "We almost died aretheyforreal-?!" He continued on in hysterics. His fellow examinee whom he just saved, the nice girl with gravity manipulation Quirk, patted him on the back in an attempt to calm him down.

Izuku halted just as abruptly as he shot off at the start of the exam and toppled to the floor. The girl freaked out, "Hey, are you all right?! Are you hurt?"

"Nghhh." Izuku ignored her and curled up, god, he just wanted to sleep.

.

It was highly embarrassing, "I'm so sorry for ignoring you back then!" Izuku rambled, "It's just, my Quirk leaves me tootiredandIkindofuseditmorethanusual-"

"It's okay!" Uraraka Ochako smiled at him.

"If you're all done." A man in a sleeping bag rolled into view.

Izuku stared in awe at him, was this man their homeroom teacher? Would he teach Izuku the arts of lethargic rolling in a sleeping bag? Izuku needed that particular skill in his life like nobody's business.

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A Quirk apprehension test?

Izuku fidgeted nervously; oh god, a test on the first day? Well, that was U.A for you. Izuku was enough of a nervous wreck to activate his Quirk on command- actually, he was barely holding his Quirk back, if he relented even for one second it would totally-

"The student who ranks last in terms of points will be expelled."

Izuku's Quirk high-fived him in the face with a fist.

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"Why does your hero costume have a skirt instead of pants, Deku-kun?"  

How could Izuku tell Uraraka that it was to make sure that no matter how tired he got, the sheer embarrassment of wearing a skirt would be enough to fuel him?

(At least she didn't ask about the tiny writing on his sleeves; there was no way he was going to explain how helpful fanfiction was in fueling his Quirk.)

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Izuku looked at the villains in the water and gulped, "I… I can do it. I can jump there and get them."

"But they'll hurt you, Midoriya."

Izuku smiled weakly at Tsuyu, "My Quirk doesn't just enhance my speed and strength; while it's active, I'm practically invincible."  

Izuku breathed in, out, before he let his fear and anxiety consume him.

His Rushed state engulfed him and he leapt into the air.

He sucked in as much air as he could, pushed the most of his Quirk towards his throat and shrieked at the water.

If he couldn't physically attack the villains, then he'd pull a Present Mic.

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Izuku didn't know what type of rotten luck he had to be told 'I'm going to beat you' by the strongest student in class.

It wasn't like he hadn't trained at all for the sports festival.

And so, he looked Todoroki in the eye and said, "I'm going for it with all my might, too."

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The first event was an obstacle race. It was the exact sort of set-up that put Izuku at a disadvantage, considering his Quirk.

There were other events after, and so, he had to be sure not to overexert himself at the first event in a way that would prevent him from reaching the next event.

Izuku breathed in deeply, eyes closed and mind focused on his Quirk. His Quirk activated in bursts with very good results; the speed, strength and durability he could reach with his Quirk going 100% in one go were astounding, from an objective standpoint. But it exhausted him, and doing multiple bursts in succession was digging himself a deeper grave.

If he could play around with the effects of his Quirk and their extent, then he could go from doing it at full throttle for a short amount of time and ending up being burned out, to doing it at half power, or lower, for a longer period of time, achieving a steadier input and slowly burning his energy so that the eventual tiredness won't be a shock to his system.

While the set-up put him at a disadvantage with what he was comfortably knowledgeable about of his Quirk, it was a good testing ground to experiment with his Quirk.

(Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to leisurely experiment, all of it would be in the middle of an all-out challenge everyone and their mother were gunning to win.)

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When the race started, Izuku pushed forward, his Quirk rushing through him putting him at the head of the pack. With every step he took, he reduced the influence of the Quirk on his body, leaving him in a steady run with a small stream of energy enhancing him.

One of the upsides of not having his Quirk in full effect was keeping his mind clear and stopping himself from spontaneous split-second decisions. And so, he jumped, using the shoulders of the other students with him in the lead as steps instead of just jumping clear of them all (had his Quirk been running full power).

He rushed through the first obstacle in the course and went on to face the next.

He was aiming to tell the world that he had arrived, and for that, he'd need to use not just his Quirk, but every trick at his disposal.

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Izuku wanted nothing more than to flop to the floor and nap. Except he couldn't, not at the moment; he hadn't used his Quirk to its full extent through both the race and cavalry battle (even though he came close, during the latter).

And, more importantly, Todoroki wanted to talk to him alone.

Izuku braced himself.

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"Are you All Might's illegitimate son?"

Izuku choked, "What? Where did that come from?" Izuku was bewildered, was this about Izuku having a Quirk similar to All Might's? Sure, the most obvious physical enhancements done by Emotional Rush could be easily considered similar, but he was sure the technicalities were all different.

Then again, he never had a reason to explain his Quirk to his classmates in excruciating detail.

(And he thought it was just a one-time thing, bringing up the similarities.)

"Look, I know the effects may look the same, but I'm completely sure that All Might's Quirk is nowhere near the same as mine." Izuku flailed his arms around, "There is no way that All Might is related to me like that. I already have a father. Sure, he's rarely around and the last time I saw him was years ago and-"

"Midoriya."

Izuku snapped his mouth shut.

"If All Might is not related to you like that, then how is he connected to you? Everyone saw you two talk more than once outside of class."

Izuku sweated bullets, how could he explain that the first time he met All Might, his Quirk went haywire and he ended up distracting All Might as a result which caused All Might to run out of time while Izuku was rambling to him a mile a minute?

.

Izuku inwardly cursed himself as a haze descended on his thoughts. He had one job! And he went and failed at it.

(And Ojirou had warned him about it, too.)

Now, where was he supposed to get something to hit him to get him from underneath the effects of the Quirk?

His frustration and anxiety welled up within him, rising higher and higher the closer he stepped to the outline of the ring.

His feelings reached the edge before his Quirk metaphorically threw him over it. His Rushed state coursed through his body, intense and hot and burning before it fizzled out in its usual fashion, making way for fatigue to slam into him like a speeding truck.

He reeled, falling on his back and gasping, he looked around him, noting that the only haze in his mind came from being tired instead of under the control of Shinsou's Quirk.

He breathed in deeply and refocused on his Quirk; he'd have to catch a nap later but he wasn't going to be as tired as usual, thankfully.

Pushing himself up, he rushed Shinsou.

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Izuku prepared himself to face off against Todoroki both mentally and physically; a fight against someone of Todoroki's caliber would require him to pull all the stops. He'd need his Quirk at max.

He did not expect accidentally meeting Endeavor before the fight would push him towards a Rushed state before the match even started.

For once, the feeling pushing him into Rushed state was anger. For once, his mind was clear during it.

Izuku giggled as he stared at Endeavor with gleaming eyes, "Oho? I don't know if you need your eyes and ears checked or something, but you clearly missed the memo: this match will be between me and Todoroki Shouto, not between me and you and definitely not between All Might and you. Better to quickly get rid of your habit of seeing Todoroki-kun as an extension of you, it's pissing me off."

Izuku pivoted on a heel and continued on to the arena.

(One of the things about Rushed state was that whichever emotion triggered it could influence Izuku's attitude during its activation period.

He wondered what being angry would mean to the confrontation between him and Todoroki.)

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The match started, and Izuku found himself facing an incoming ice glacier.

He took in a breath and screamed, the sound rattling the ice and cracking it. He took the opportunity to bulldoze his way though; the ice, already unstable and shaking, broke down under Izuku's frontal assault, completely incapable of grasping onto him.

Using his superior speed, he cleared the ice and reached Todoroki in mere seconds, and lashed out with his leg towards Todoroki's left side.

If Izuku was going at 100%, then by god he was going to make Todoroki do the same.

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The match was brutal.

Izuku did not relent and never left Todoroki a chance to breathe, consistently aiming for his left side in a bid to pull his flames out.

But at the same time, he made sure to pull his strikes enough not to seriously hurt him.

Izuku did not allow himself to strike the strongest he could manage without seriously harming Todoroki until Todoroki used his full Quirk.

And when that finally happened, when Izuku had screamed and struck hard enough to drag Todoroki's flames out into the open, Izuku allowed himself to kick Todoroki out of bounds before his Rushed state fizzled out and he toppled to the floor, completely exhausted and almost blacking out.

"Winner, Midoriya!"

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Izuku dragged himself to the arena to face off against Iida.

He was still exhausted, he had been running on fumes since some point halfway through his fight against Todoroki; there was no way he could put on half a decent challenge against Iida and they both knew it.

It was no wonder Iida won the match.

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Izuku knew himself well enough to tell anyone how strongly and quickly he feels. His Quirk just enabled it and helped him with it at the same time; he never had the chance to bottle emotions for a long period of time before he hit his threshold and his Quirk made itself known.

(Cathartic screaming into the void was one of his many past-times in his Rushed state.)

And so, when he heard about Iida's brother being attacked, Izuku was the last person surprised about how he tackled Iida into the ground, wrapped himself around him and refused to get up or let go until his Quirk's effects faded.

He was emotionally rambling as well; there were many a tearful 'mama will make everything better my child', 'hush my child, let mama take care of you', 'do you want blankets? Hot chocolate? Mama will bring you everything', 'my son my son I care about you very much, mama cares about you very much' and 'I need to fucking punch a wall or something'.

("Wait, is he calling himself 'mama'?!"

"He's declaring himself Iida's mama?"

"HE JUST SWORE. OH MY GOD, MIDORIYA JUST SAID –")

Thankfully, he was too tired to stay wrapped around Iida for longer than a few minutes, causing him to let go, dropping into sleep and setting Iida free.

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"Hero name, huh?"

Izuku stared blankly at his hands, wondering what hero name he could pick that would pass Midnight's scrutiny.

Pick Feels, a small voice inside of him whispered, giggling, and Izuku ruthlessly squashed it.  

Izuku pondered for the entirety of the class period, and when it was his turn to show his pick of a hero name, he shyly walked up to the front of the classroom and showed his name.

"Swift Burst, huh."

Izuku nodded.

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Izuku stared at the decrepit building, hesitating before entering. Was this the right address? He couldn't believe that the pro hero who trained All Might lived here.

Oh well, he had to go and check at least.

As he opened the door he was greeted by the sight of a small, old man slumped over in a puddle of red.

Emotional Rush slammed into him, sending him shooting through the air to land next to the man (he dearly hoped he wasn't dead).

He was about to roll him over and see the extent of the injury when the old man snapped his head up and declared, "I'm alive!"

Izuku leaped back in surprise, slamming into the wall behind him and sliding down it to the ground while staring in shock that was quickly fading to give way to tiredness as he slipped from his Rushed state.

Oh, great. What a nice start he was at.

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Izuku stared at Gran Torino, then back at the taiyaki; what did he just say about distribution?

He'd always had his Quirk distributed equally in all of his body and it was only in the last year that he learned how to slightly skew the balance toward one part to strengthen it, which was how he rendered his unholy screech into an effective weapon.

He'd though about lowering the energy input to lower the chance of crashing after each Rushed state.

But what if he consciously pushed all of his Quirk's energy towards one aspect or one part of his boy?

That would require thorough testing.

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Izuku stared at the wall of the hospital room he, Iida and Todoroki were in before he sighed and turned to the other two.

Their faces were marked by fatigue, Izuku winced, "I'm really sorry. I had no idea my Quirk could affect others."

Todoroki looked at him, baffled, "That was your Quirk?!"

Izuku nodded.

"Midoriya," Iida started, "You never told us what your Quirk was other from it being a body enhancement Quirk."

"Well." Izuku chewed his lower lip, "It is, technically. But it's also more complicated than that? It's called Emotional Rush. At first, I thought it was a speed enhancement Quirk, but then-"

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End.

Emotional Rush is basically a collection of various feels in Quirk form.

This fic was pretty much an exploration fic, as it's my first BNHA fic that is not a crossover and covers events depicted in canon (unlike Flame Hero which is set pre-canon).

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Cured

Warnings: Threats..? Angst Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester/Demon!Dean, Sister Winchester Reader Summary: Demon!Dean is stuck in the bunker, Y/N is scared of him so she runs away Reader’s Age: Teenage+ Word Count: 1526

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: YAY FINALLY I POSTED SOMETHING AND NOT JUST ANYTHING IT’S A REQUEST WHOO. Enjoy!

This week has been the most terrifying week of your life.

Dean died.

Then he came back... But not as you would expect. He's a demon. Dean Winchester, the man who kills monsters, the man who has murdered, the man who has saved lives, is a demon.

You don't know what exactly happened, but you know Crowley had something to do with it. Sam refused to tell you the entire story, he says he's 'protecting' you when in reality, he's just hurting you with the secrets.

After a few months of searching for Dean, you and Sam finally found him. It took a lot of convincing, but you were able to get him to come home with you. You have tried talking to him, you've tried spending time with him, you've tried... liking him. You just get this feeling--this feeling you get when a monster is near. That gut instinct.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Dean on his laptop. "Hey, Dean," you greeted, your voice slightly shaky. Dean ignored you and continued looking at whatever he was looking at.

You went over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle out of it. You heard a chair scrape the floor and loud footsteps approach from behind you at a fast pace. You spun around and tensed up when you saw Dean standing right in front of you. Dean stared at you for a moment, his eyes filled with anger. "You gonna move?" Dean growled.

Your eyes widened and you stepped to the side. Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding. Dean walked back over to his chair and resumed scrolling on his laptop.

You decided to try and start a conversation with Dean. You didn't want to, but Sam always said to at least try. You slowly crept over to the chair across from Dean and sat down. You took a drink from your cold water bottle and took a deep breath. "So... Dean..." You broke the silence. Dean didn't even bother making a noise to acknowledge you. "I see you still love your beer," you joked, but Dean's face remained the same. You sighed. "I-" you started, but Dean cut you off.

"You really think I want anything to do with you? I would love nothing more than to rip your guts out and stuff them down your throat," Dean stood up. "The only reason I'm here is because Rowena cast a spell making it impossible for me to leave, and the only reason why I haven't sliced your throat in your sleep is because if I touch a hair on that pretty little head then I will never be able to leave this hell-hole. So, just try and talk to me, see what happens, I dare you,"

You stood up and ran out of the room. Your eyes filled with tears. Your own brother said that he would love to watch you die--that he would love to be the one that killed you. Dean said that. You never wanted anything to do with Dean as a demon anyway, you knew he wanted nothing to do with you and Sam. You don't even feel safe in your own home anymore. You always feel like Dean will burst through your door and slit your throat.

You need to get out. You hate feeling terrified in your own home, the one place you should feel safe.

You packed your bags. Dean didn't want anything to do with you, so you don't want anything to do with that monster. You don't want to live in constant terror and fear for your life so running is the best option. It won't be permanent, it'll only be until they find a way to cure Dean. If there even is a way...

You didn't leave immediately because Sam was in the library. You decided to wait until he went to bed. Since Dean is a demon he usually doesn't sleep, but he won't be a big problem. He wants you gone anyway.  

You stayed up until four in the morning. Once you were certain Sam had fallen asleep, you grabbed your bag and walked down the bunker hall. You stepped into the War Room and padded to the first step on the staircase. "Sneaking out?" A deep voice startled you, almost causing you to fall down the few steps you'd taken.

You spun around to see Dean walking out of the library, leaning against the entrance with a cup of whiskey in his hand. "What's it to you?" You replied.

Dean chuckled, "Here I thought you were actually brave for a change, but I guess you were always known for running away,"

You shifted awkwardly. "Just let me leave," You felt it was best to leave as soon as possible to not get him angry.

"I ain't stopping you, sweetheart," Dean motioned to the door.

"Are you going to tell Sam?" If he was going to rat you out then there's no point in leaving.

Dean shook his head slightly, "Nah... Ain't my problem,"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Dean cut you off. "Just leave already!" Dean shouted, throwing his hand up. You jumped at his sudden rise of tone. You turned around and scaled the stairs before you opened the door and stepped out into the cold air that pinched your cheeks.

You walked down the long, curvy road. You would've taken a car, but you didn't want to risk Sam being able to track it and you having to go through all the trouble of ditching cars. Plus, hot-wiring them wouldn't be worth it until you were a good distance away.

You finally got to a small town. You and your brothers used to come here every now and then to hang out or get something to eat. You knew this would be the first place Sam would come to find you, so you had to move fast. You saw the bus stop, luckily the bus was right around the corner. You sprinted to the bus stop and impatiently waited. Soon enough, the bus rounded the corner and came to a halt in front of you. You stepped up into the bus and took a seat by the window towards the back.

People came and went, sometimes the bus was filled and other times it was empty. You just decided to go until the last stop the bus makes before looping through all the other stops again.

"Running away from your problems, kid?" A man behind you said, catching your attention. You turned around in your seat and faced the stranger.

"I guess you could say that," you replied, not wanting to get into a conversation right now.

"Well, don't run for too long then. Whatever you're running from will catch up with you... Trust me, I know," the mysterious man said. The bus came to a stop and the bus driver said this was the end of the line. You sighed, standing up and walking off the bus.

You didn't know where exactly you wanted to go from there, you didn't know how long you would be gone, you didn't know how you would get money. You didn't know a lot of things, but you'll figure it out along the way, won't you?

... A month later...

Throughout the month you've been gone you ended up in Florida. You always wanted to come here, but you could never could find any cases worth the drive. You worked at a local clothing store, you're practically a master at folding clothes now.

You were organizing some shirts that were folded on the shelves when a voice caught your attention. "Excuse me, miss? I'm looking for a girl about your age..." You turned around, expecting to help the man until you realized why his voice sounded so familiar.

Dean stood right in front of you. Guilt was etched on his face, something was different. Dean was different. "What-how did you find me?" You looked behind you, making sure you could run if you needed to.

"You always said you wanted to go to Florida..." Dean lifted a shirt up slightly that was sitting on the shelf.

"Why did it take you a month then?" You asked, taking a step back.

"Because I was trying to cure him. And I did..." Sam added from behind you, now blocking your escape. That's what was different. Your heart didn't start racing when you saw him, your mouth didn't go dry, and your voice wasn't shaky. He wasn't a demon. Dean was Dean again.  

You turned to face Dean again. "You're-" you breathed. You didn't need to say anything else. Dean nodded and you jumped into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I know I said some pretty bad things, but I didn't mean any of it," Dean hummed, kissing your head.

"I know, Dean..." You tightened your grip on your brother.

You pulled out of the hug and Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go home, it's a long drive back,"  

I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Requested by Anonymous: “Hello love! I was wondering if you could write a oneshot where Dean's a demon, the reader is terrified of him and runs away, but is found when dean is cured. Thanks! (Love u!!!!)😉”

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ALL ABROAD THE HEEBIE JEEBIES TRAIN, WHOO WHOO!!!

Here is Part 2! 

- Here we have some little redraws I did of Wander from his nightmare. Aw, he looks so frighted I wanna hug him.

- Then we have some more redraws of Wander getting all freaked out and scared of the dark forest of terror! The second one tho, DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ABOUT ALL THE COLORING AND SHADING ON IT!!!! 

- I found my old notebook I had in my health class when I was in high school and I found out it had a LOT of artwork from The Heebie Jeebies inside! 

- The first one is Wander as he had just woken up from his nightmare only to discover it was all a dream. 

- I did another redraw of this scene, only this time I drew it differently. (You can see a shaded picture of Pikachu behind it) 

- Then I drew two doodles of sketches based on this episode and yes, my obsession with Dancing ghost mimes lives on! 

- I drew this picture of Wander with Pantomime Sylvia. I actually have two pictures of this along with Sylvia and Pantomime Wander. (Maybe I’ll post them one day, who knows?)

- If you guys though my obsession with this line was over... think again! 

Well guys, I think that is it for my artwork of The Heebie Jeebies. But tonight, I got a whole lotta new things planned, like showing off another one of my collections!

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Our exclusive with one of the toughest WWE superstars with know. Of course, we’re talking about Roman reigns. He made an announcement about his leukemia overnight. The good remission, y’all. Give it up for the inspiring, invincible Roman reigns. Oh, boy. ?????? I know, right? Right? Whoo! I loved how you threw in y’all. I love that? That’s the south in me. I know that. You wouldn’t think it but I was born and raised in Pensacola, Florida. Down in the panhandle. Just a southern boy. That’s right. I know, ABC affiliate is wear in Pensacola. Channel 3 news. Shoutout. Right down the road. God bless. So incredibly happy for you. Thank you. What was it like to be back in the ring and to show a few of your moves last night? It was amazing. You know, it’s — it’s one of those things that I just thought about over and over and I just knew in my head, you know, this journey is not going to be complete until I get to step foot back in that ring, you know, and I get to address my fans and they were just so, so gentle with me and just so gracious and they just sent so much love and I just wanted everybody to know and I was so nervous last night? Really? I’m fine right now. Main event WrestleMania all good. Last night because it was so close to the vest it just really — the perfectionist came out in me. The OCD came out but everybody was so great. The love, you know, through this whole process, the support is what was really overwhelming. To be able to feel that from the whole world, from everybody, you know, all the prayers, all the blessings, it was a blessing. Something to know that people from all walks of life are living you up like that. We had people that were out since 2:00, 3:00 waiting outside for you. I know you appreciate all your fans. Love them. Especially the young ones. Love them. They really touch your heart in that’s something that, you know, we connect easily with the children, you know, we are a pg product and WWE and the families drive our business and we’re the — we’re striving to be role models and start with the youth, you know, and as you know, sometimes children are the most resilient warriors in the world, you know. And we do so many different charitable causes and have been able to see and visit some of these kids in the big fight, you know, within the pediatric hospitals, you know, so any time that we can give back to them and just pull a little bit of inspiration and share their story I think it’s very important. Is it true you left them know first before you let anybody else know. I did, yeah. I mean, like you said people from all walks of life, everybody was thinking about me. Everybody was praying for me and I feel so blessed to receive that type of attention, that type of love. But, yeah, I had to. They made an awesome video that just lifted my spirits the whole time and, you know, in such a short visit just a one-day visit we were able to make such strong relationships and such strong bonds with those children and I can’t wait to get back to Dallas and visit them again. I’m sure they can’t wait to see you. Your WWE family and young fans and family at home, what was it, 11 years ago, you were 22 when you were first diagnosed. Just a young buck. A baby was on the way. Yep. How has your family helped. They’ve been my rock and that’s the most important thing, that support system that surrounds you and I’m sure you know this. Uh-huh. Sometimes it’s our families that suffer the most. We’re just in it and we’re just trying to overcome and move on to the next day and continue to progress and they are the ones that worrying to death. You know, my mom, bless her heart, she is the biggest worry worth in the world. Mom, I love you, but you got to chill out. But, you know — thank you. You got applause, mom. But you know, that was the difference between the first time it felt like I was on an island by myself and this time, I just felt like I was surrounded by guardian angels. The terror and, you know. The fears I had was quickly alleviated as soon as I felt that outreach of all my fans, everyone just whether they knew who I was or, you know, were indifferent to me they all rallied behind me. What do you want to do now and help spread the message and especially about pediatric cancer. I have the opportunity as you do to create awareness, just like this, you know, ABC, “Good morning America,” I have a huge platform within the WWE, we’re a global brand all over the world so I think every night I’m able to step in the ring it’s a symbol of hope and awareness and we’re not just going to talk about it but in the process of creating funds and foundations to help, you know, so we want to make people aware but we also want to roll our sleeves up and get our hands dirty and make some moves out there. Make some moves out there. Before you get out of here, you are making some moves on the silver screen. Do you know this man opposite this other guy, Dwayne Johnson? Yes. “Hobbs and Shaw.” Can I tell you what Dwayne said about you. His per series and humanity battling the challenge has enspired our entire family as well as millions around our world in our beloved WWE universe. Can’t wait to see the big dog return to the ring. What is it going to be like to see yourself up on the silver screen? It’s going to be a little weird to be honest. I’m not a fan of watching my own work anymore so but, you know, the experience was phenomenal to hang out with Dwayne and see him in his element and he is a genuine great person, he is infectious. He’s — he can magnetize you. You want to be around him because he’s such a night person so it was great and to be in the island of Hawaii and kauai, objection, my goodness. We said it the whole time, the manna is real. If you get a chance, get out there, please. That’s it. Well, we are so happy for you. And thank you. Thank you for making your mess your message and sharing the message of hope for so many. It’s so vital. Can’t wait to see you back in the ring and on the big screen too. Roman reigns.

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[soul-dwelling]

I have to point out that the reason why people make fun of people whoo overuse triggerwarnings or safespacesthey dont make fun of people who actually have ptsd but people who claim that in order to get away or do something like claim they have ptsd because people disagreed with them or the safespace or claim triggerwarnings for things that just are a bit squeaky to them . or want safespaces to avoid people disagreeing with them I mean so many times people try to keep their opinions

and avoid discussions like by claiming anyone who disagrees with them is racist to avoid questioning their bs or how people in the far left claim equate conservative/republican with racist. far left is quite similar to the far right with their idiocy and bigotry and attempts to justiffy it like on the far left trying to redefine it . or how people on both sides think they are oppresssed when they arent

Wow, do you come off as ignorant. I make one remark about Samurai Jack that gets popular, and you have to “Well, actually...” me with a litany of lies. 

“Making fun of people who overuse trigger warnings or safe spaces” is far less effective than, I don’t know, making fun of the people who have had people triggered or have necessitated safe spaces. You look at someone referring to a trigger or a safe space, and your first instinct is to make fun of the person who, rightly or wrongly, asks for it? What the hell is wrong with you? How inhuman are you? 

If you are spending your time mocking helpful options, regardless how they are misused, you have a poor use of time management, much as your response here demonstrates a poor use of your time overall. Spend more of your time attacking the people who are violent, not the people who, rightly or wrongly, feel to be recipients of violence.

You are working from the assumption that someone who claims to experience post-traumatic stress should be assumed to be faking it. I leave this diagnosis to trained professionals. I am not one of them, and your response hints strongly that neither are you, so shut up. 

And as regards your complaint about the “far left”: 

We have a white supremacist, bigoted, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic sack of shit in the White House. 

He retweeted Neo-Nazis, has allegedly blamed Jewish persons on the assumption they damaged their own property to falsely accuse others of antisemitic terrorism, removes trans* protections, has repeatedly said he would leave it to the states to decide whether to retain LGBT protections (spoiler: the states won’t do it if the federal government does not require it), rolls back reproductive health protections abroad and threatens to deny assistance to Planned Parenthood (which helps not only women but all people’s health), signs executive orders to ban Muslims (which his surrogates and White House staff have said was the entire point of this legislation), has given a platform to white supremacists in the press pool and at White House press briefings, and has mainstreamed some of the most vile nonsense that harms anyone who is not a rich, straight, cis, white piece of shit like him. And I say all of this as a poor-to-middle-class straight cis white piece of shit, so I know a goddamn white supremacist bigot when I fucking see one.

You're a Republican? Guess what? You are racist: this is your candidate, and your continued affiliation with that party means you silently support whatever he does, and at a certain point, there is no difference between being racist and excusing a racist. Don’t want to be called a bigot? Then you should’ve voted Clinton. Don’t want to be called a bigot? Then don’t be a Republican. That’s on you. 

So don’t write to me again with your “both sides” lies. It was not Democrats, progressives, or the left that brought us to this point of having trigger warnings, safe spaces, or a goddamn white supremacist in the White House: this is the fault of a far-right bigoted movement, aided by Republicans, conservatives, Fox, and a political middle too cowardly to name specific Republicans, from Reagan to Bush to Bush to this goddamn white supremacist, who have brought us to this point where all of us are fucking terrified how he is going to ruin the lives of every person in this world.

You voted for Trump? This is your fault. You didn’t vote Clinton? This is your fault. And may you be damned to Hell for what you have done to everyone. Fuck you. Don’t ever write to me again--I am not posting your lies on this site. Go the fuck away.

And learn to proofread, you fucking hack. 

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