#for people who are all read up on ghostie lore

[bluegiragi]

that's an order.

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[wandering-winchesters]

Tragedy

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,626 Summary: The reader is used to hunting solo, yet this solo hunt does not turn out quite like she had hoped. She is required to call on Dean and Sam after she is injured. Trigger Warnings: injury, firearms, blood, death. SPN level violence Requested: No A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I had fun writing it. Please let me know what you think. :)

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I let out a sigh, tossing my laptop onto the motel bed, frustrated didn’t even begin to cover it. I had spent the last several hours searching through local records, looking for any deaths that fit the profile of the ghosty murderer floating around town, but nothing lined up. I wished Sam was here, he would’ve been incredibly helpful searching for an answer. But I had split off from them a couple weeks ago, returning to solo hunts, like the old days. They had both argued with me, tried to convince me to stay with them., but I had insisted on going off on my own again. I had to prove to myself that I still could, I felt as if I was slipping into a pit of dependance and a lack of self sufficiency. 

I had spent the last six months hunting with the two Winchester boys, helping them tackle numerous cases, which was nice. However, it terrified me how comfortable I was around them, I had told myself that I wouldn’t ever get too close to someone ever again. But with them, it was too easy to fall into comfortable dependency. Especially Dean. God, Dean Winchester. His eyes could pierce my soul if I let them, they appeal to me like a siren appeals to helpless sailors. I couldn’t resist him when I was around him, causing me to make stupid choices, I went with his gut over my own and it left me feeling helpless. It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t doing anything intentionally, I just couldn’t help but fall further in love with the green eyed hunter every moment I spent with him. Which is exactly why I left, love had never come easy for me. I had lost my parents as a teenager and branched off on my own, evading the torment that would have greeted me had I gone to live with my Uncle. I never went to college, I hunted. Yet while on one of those hunts, I met Ian. Ian had been the love of my life, before he met an unfortunate end in a terrible car accident, eerily similar to the way my parents died. Death, followed me and those that I let in and loved. 

So I had sworn off love, friendship and anything else that let people into my life. That was until the two Winchesters had busted down the door to the old house, guns drawn, expecting to find me in the captivity of a werewolf den. Instead, they found me. My own weapon drawn, the body of a dead werewolf at my feet. I wish I had been recording that moment, the looks on their faces were utterly priceless. I had agreed to help them on one more hunt, that turned into three, which turned into six months worth. I was getting too comfortable and I just had to get out. That’s how I wound up alone in this motel, attempting to crack the case in this podunk town. I laid down on the musty motel bed, pushing my laptop onto the far side and leaving enough room for me to lay down. I stare at the cracks in the ceiling, following the trail they make and trying to distinguish where one starts and another one ends. Then it hits me, I have been looking in the wrong place this whole time. All of the deaths had occurred at the local bar and I had assumed it was a vengeful spirit, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was a, shit- what are they called? I grab my laptop hurriedly pulling up the lore I had been reading earlier, my eyes scanning the words quickly, skimming until I land on what I was looking for. A wraith. They had all died under mysterious circumstances, but they all had the same wound on their forehead. A small, circular incision. It had to be a wraith, but who was it? There was one bartender, he was my number one suspect. I glance at the clock, it’s not too late to go now. I ensure it is loaded with silver bullets before I tuck my gun into the holster, placing it at the small of my back and covering it with my leather jacket. I glance around my room once more making sure that I am not leaving anything behind. I send Sam a quick text, updating him as to my suspicions, he had texted me earlier in the day just checking in with me, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to keep him updated. 

The drive to the small little dive bar was short and uneventful. I checked to make sure my gun was still in place as I opened the door to the interior, the hinges in need of help judging by the loud shriek of protest they gave off as I opened it. I take in my surroundings, making note of the few people inside the bar. There were five, the bartender and four other customers not including myself. The bartender glances my way, gesturing that I can sit anywhere, he’s an unassuming man. His hair neat and well groomed, yet everything else about him is a mystery, we’ll call him blondie. I take a seat at the corner of the bar, my back to a wall and my field of view encompassing the majority of the room. 

“What can I get you?” He asks, setting a coaster down in front of me. I consider him carefully, trying to determine if he was a threat. I order a beer and a water, fully prepared to sit back and wait everyone else out. The television is the loudest sound in the bar, conversations around me hushed and sparse. Most people too focused on their drinks or the television to be deep in conversation. That’s how the next hour goes, I sip my beer and observe the people around me, watching and waiting. I pull out my phone and see a text and a missed call.

    -Missed call, 9:53 P.M. Sam Winchester 

    -10:13 P.M., From Dean Winchester- Sammy said you found a wraith? Want some backup? They can be tricky bastards. 

An unconscious smile pricks my lips, the concern in his text obvious. I respond with a brief thanks, but no thanks and send Sammy another text asking if everything is okay. 

A few of the other people in the room had left by this point, leaving just myself, the blonde man behind the bar and one other guy, who appeared to be in his mid thirties. I drained the last sip of my beer, setting the bottle down on the surface of the bar. I rolled my shoulders back, my upper back starting to ache from the lack of support provided by the stool that I had been sitting on for the last while. I am taken aback by another beer being set down in front of me, I hadn’t ordered it. The confusion must be clear on my face, because the bar tender gestures to the man a few seats away from me. “It’s from him.” Blondie says, a small smile pulling at his features, which confuses me further. I glance once more to the one other customer in the bar and I find his eyes are already fixed on me, dark and focused. 

“Thanks.” I mutter, raising my beer towards him, suspicion heavy in my voice. For whatever reason, this rubs me the wrong way. The environment in the room had changed and every bone in my body was screaming danger. My gut said this was about to get bad. 

“I figured you deserved another beer before you meet your accidental death. We knew you were a hunter from the second you pulled into town. It’s a pity, you’re too pretty to die this young. Too bad.”  His words hit me like a brick to the face, my eyes close and I take a deep breath. This was it, it wasn’t one wraith it was two. In that moment, I regretted leaving the safety of numbers. Had Sam and Dean been here, it would’ve been three to two. Not two to one, with me on the losing team. I blink once more, taking one more deep breath, the kind that makes your lungs scream from too much oxygen and I hurl my beer bottle at the bartenders head. This action buying me a few seconds, enough to get off the stool and anchor my feet on the old wooden floor. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough. Blondie had stumbled back from the impact of my beer smacking off the side of his head, however that had given the other wraith the opportunity to close the distance between us. His fist collided with the corner of my jaw he then proceeded to throw me into the hard surface of the bar. I grunt, the sheer force that he had thrown me with enough to knock the air out of my lungs. This hunt was about to go down terribly, I could handle one wraith on my own, but two? I don’t know if I could manage to take out both of them. I can already feel the throbbing in my jaw from his blow and I am dreading how I will feel in the morning, if I make it to the morning. I rest my elbows on the bar top, using my momentum to kick my feet into his chest and send him flying backwards. I use the gap I have created to pull my gun from the waistband of my pants, aim and fire a silver bullet right between his eyes. He drops, dead weight. 

“NO! You’re going to pay for that, you bitch!” Blondie yells, his eyes trained on his friend who had just fallen, dead, to the floor of the bar. I turn to face him, my gun pointed directly at him. He snarls, his attention turned towards me. For whatever reason, I hesitate, my finger doesn’t pull the trigger and I don’t end him. A complete mistake, he closes the distance between us faster than I can comprehend and sends my gun clattering to the floor. His hands shoving me backwards, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. It happens in a matter of seconds, seconds I cannot even process. My gun is no longer in my hands, but it is clutched in his grip. He points it towards me and fires, it hits me directly in the side. A scream leaves my lips, but I don’t have time to process what just happened because his body is now on top of mine, his anger clear and pulsating through him. My hands come up to defend my face, pushing him away with all of my strength, but he is stronger.  I wrap my fingers around his wrist, knowing what is to follow. The spike in his wrist is already extended and it is clear that he intends to send it straight through my skull. 

“Any last words?” He asks, his mouth set into a sneer, his fingers just brushing my forehead preparing to send the spike through my forehead. 

I grit my teeth, every nerve in my body screaming, adrenaline pumping and thoughts rushing through me. I laugh, bitter and cold and It catches him off guard. That slight hesitation is all I need to get the upper hand, I slide my hand up from where I was gripping his arm. I grab onto the spike extended from his wrist and wrench it backwards with all of my strength, effectively breaking it in two. His scream sends shivers down my spine, the spike still clutched tightly in my fist. I pull the knife from where I keep it hidden around my neck and drive it through his skull, much like he had intended to do to me. His full weight falls onto me and I cry out in pain, his body crushing the oxygen out of my lungs and the bullet wound in my side is throbbing like no other. I manage to slide out from underneath of him, slowly and agonizingly. I scoot myself backwards towards the wall, finally reaching it and I slump back against it. I look down at the hand I had pressed to the gun shot wound on my side and wince, it’s not a pretty sight. Crimson has soaked through the white t-shirt I was wearing, a lot of blood by the looks of it. My head is spinning, either from blood loss or the blow to the head, I wasn’t sure which one. I cover my mouth as a coughing fit wracks my body and when I pull my hand away there are traces of blood there too. Fuck. This really wasn’t good. Before I could even register what I was doing, I had pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Dean. He picks up on the second ring. 

“How’s it going sweetheart? Did you change your mind about wanting help with the wraiths?” He asks, his tone cheery, I can hear the roar of the Impala in the background and it brings a slight smile to my face. I must have remained silent for longer than I thought because Dean speaks again, his voice serious and concern flecked throughout. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Mmm, I took out the wraiths, but they got me good too. Any chance you’re nearby?” I groan, trying to reposition myself in such a way that I can apply better pressure to the wound in my side. I can hear the Impala accelerating, as Dean responds. “Shit. We are twenty minutes out from town, figured we’d surprise you. Where’s the bar?” I manage to give him brief directions, doing my best to recall where exactly I was. 

“I’m so tired Dean.” I whisper, the phone beginning to slip from my hand and away from my ear. 

“Hey, no, don’t do that. You don’t get to do that, you hear me? You stay with me, talk to me. I am almost there sweetheart.” He responds and I can hear the panic rising in his voice but its too late. Every breath is a battle, holding my phone to my ear is impossible. The amount of strength it requires is simply too much. I watch as it clatters to the floor, my eyes slowly blinking shut. I slump forward, the world around me fading into black. 

—

I vaguely notice voices, irritating voices drawing me back towards consciousness. I try my damndest to ignore them, the more I focus on them the greater the pain is flowing through my body. I hear my name being yelled, my shoulders behind jostled and my body being laid flat on a hard wooden surface. My head is placed onto something soft and I take that as permission to sleep. Yet I don’t get to do that, hands grab my face pulling me back into consciousness. 

“Y/N, hey, oh thank God, look at me Y/N.” Dean is leaning over me grim faced, his hand pressed tightly against my rips holding something against it. I wince, trying to pull his hand away but he stops me. Sam’s face swims into view as well, his hand cradling the back of my head. 

“Dean.” I sigh, my voice weak and seemingly coming from someone other than myself. “Doesn’t seem too bad, does it?” I ask, laughing slightly before grimacing from the pain that causes. His face is pale, eyes searching for the answer to my question, he doesn’t have to answer, I know it doesn’t look good. 

“Im going to get you out of here, I promise. You’re gonna be okay.” He says, lifting my shirt so he can tie the bandage around me as tight as he can. He picks me up, a yell leaving my lips in the process. I can hear him whispering reassurances and apologies as he carries me out to the Impala. It all feels like a dream, as if I am watching from above as all of this happens. I drift in and out of the darkness the entire car ride, the whole way into the motel room. Until eventually, it all fades to black once again. 

—

“I don’t know what else to do Sammy, the bullet went all of the way through. We stopped the bleeding and stitched her up. But that was hours ago! She still hasn’t woken back up.” Deans voice sounds nearby, anxious and completely grating on my nerves at the moment.

“Would you shut up! ‘M trying to sleep here.” I groan, the throbbing of my nerves returning like a wave of pain rushing over me. I hear a flurry of movement, before the bed sinks down next to me and I can feel a hand rest against the side of my face. I open my eyes, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust my eyes to the harsh lighting a stark comparison to the darkness of sleep I was used to. When my eyes his, he falls apart. Tears spring to his eyes and he breaks down before my very eyes. His mouth opens and closes multiple times, searching for something, anything to say. 

“Dean, Im okay.” I whisper, my voice raspy and aching in my throat. He shakes his head, his eyes still trained on my own. 

“You weren’t, we almost lost you so many times Y/N.” His words sink in slowly, understanding for his reaction lands on me in droves. 

“I’m sorry I worried you. Thank you for getting to me in time.” I reach my hand up and touch the side of his face, surprised when he leans into my touch. 

“He made the twenty minute drive into an eight minute one.” Sam says, and for the first time I realize that he’s sitting in the chair a couple of feet from the bed. I chuckle lightly, unsurprised, Dean was always able to drive way too fast when he needed to, a talent almost. 

We spend the next few hours talking, questions being thrown at me from every angle. I do my best to answer them, but exhaustion quickly settles in. Sam notices and mentions to Dean that they should let me get some sleep, there’s a slight argument over who will stay with me. Much to my surprise, Dean is insistent upon staying himself. Sam gives me a quick hug and excuses himself from the room, which leaves Dean and I alone. Oh so alone. It wasn’t the first time we had shared a room, but it felt completely different this time. An uncomfortable silence hangs between us, neither one of us wanting to be the one that breaks it. I shift my body, trying to prop myself up further in bed. A decision I regret as soon as I flex the wrong muscle and am greeted by a screaming pain in my side. I throw my head back, my mouth opening in a silent yell. Deans hands are on me in an instant, helping me settle into a more comfortable position. I give him a grateful smile and expect the silence to continue, but it doesn’t. 

“You’re never doing this again, you hear me? You’re only ever hunting with us from now on. I could’t bear it when I found you like that and I definitely couldn’t bear it if it ever happened again.” Dean says quietly, his eyes trained on the floor. I’m quiet for a minute, considering my response carefully, unsure where his words were coming from. Dean wasn’t controlling, so it wasn’t that. Concern was evident, but I didn’t think that was enough to spur him to make that declaration. 

“Dean, I am really okay. It was a bad turn of events, but I have been hunting for years on my own and I made it this far. You don’t need to worry about me, ill be-“ He cuts me off, his voice raised and his hands running through his already disheveled hair. 

“You don’t get it, do you? Ever since that night, six months ago, I have worried about you. I care about you, Y/N, so worrying comes with the territory. For a time, I thought you cared about me in that way. But then you left. You just left and I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I followed after you, not wanting something to happen to you and thank god I did.” His words leave me speechless, did he mean what I think he means? Before I can protest or respond in anyway, he’s walking over to me. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning towards me. His hand comes to rest on the back of my neck, pulling me towards him ever so slightly. He leans in, his face nearing my own and my eyes flutter shut. His nose brushes my own, his breath causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. 

“ I love you, Y/N and nearly losing you, made me realize that I couldn’t keep that to myself any longer. Fear in the face of tragedy and all of that.” He mumbles, his lips nearly brushing against my own as he speaks. I don’t think, I just act. I close the distance and press my lips against his own, dissolving into the kiss and I can tell he does too. His warmth envelopes me entirely, his lips, his touch, everything. When I finally pull away, my head is spinning. His words rushing through my mind, over and over again. “I love you too, Dean.” I whisper, smiling gently and I press another kiss to his lips. “Fear in the face of tragedy, how poetic.” 

[monstersandmaw]

Hi!

I was wondering about your selkie lore? Mainly courtship stuff because I'm doing a little something and I'm collecting info from wherever it exists

Also you have no idea of how many times I've read your stuff, it makes me extremely happy and I have way too many tabs bookmarked to find them easily. You're amazing ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

My personal selkie lore/headcanons? Sure! (for more information on 'traditional' selkie lore, I'd recommend checking out this page that I found when I went to Orkney. It also covers the Finfolk, who I want to write a story about as well...

Anyway, Ghosti's Personal Headcanons:

Courtship with humans is not encouraged by selkie communities on the whole. Traditionally, it doesn't tend to end well for the selkie.

If they do decide to go ahead with it, they'll be shy to start with; watching their chosen human from the water as they go about their life on land. Then, maybe, they'll shift and try and interact with them on land a little to get to know them. Selkies value community and connection, so it's important that if they're courting someone (as opposed to just sleeping with them as a one-off, which happens a lot more than humans realise, probably!), they need to get to know who they are. They also need to learn if their chosen human is the kind of human to keep their sealskin from them and stop them returning to the sea...

If they go ahead with it, they bring their human gifts from the sea. Whether that's helping fishermen with their catches or bringing beautiful and rare pearls for decoration, or treasures lost in shipwrecks.

Selkies are tactile lovers, so expect lots of touches and hugs and contact, even in the early stages. It's how they let people know they're interested, after all.

I'm sure there's more but that's all I can think of right now. Thanks for reaching out, and I'm glad you enjoy my work.

Don't forget that I'm going to be slowly migrating all my stuff over to Patreon soon, including free-to-read Tumblr stories, so if you want to keep reading (and re-read!) my stories that have been posted on here, make sure you're a free member on Patreon so you can have access to the Tumblr Archives when they go up. I will be deleting old stories from here in light of my lack of trust of Tumblr to handle people's creative content...

[madstronaut]

guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.” 

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet. 

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. 

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place. 

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled. 

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim,  COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.  

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie 

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue 

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you. 

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard. 

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat. 

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. 

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts 

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older. 

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

 “It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3 

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF 

[bells-of-black-sunday]

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? <- Danny

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike? <- Viktor

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse? <- Baby girl

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons? <- Legion

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared. <- Anyone!

Munday | Accepting

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? <- Danny

Danny I feel like gets put into the same box a lot of villains that are just a tiny bit goofy get shoved into where he's treated like he's stupid, incompetent, overly friendly towards people he shouldn't (like survivors), etc. etc. And don't get me wrong, I love dumb memes and funny posts, but it really rubs me the wrong way when it's dragged into serious writing. He is a man that are bare minimum that we know of has killed at least 30 people without being caught. That isn't something that cute or funny or sweet, that is horrific.

He is not a nice person, he is far from a good person and no matter how much people try to baby him because his dad groomed him into being that way he will forever be a monster who destroys lives and communities for the fun of it. To him it's just another story, but to the families he is a man who took away their world. Imagine the parents he's killed? What are those kids going to do?

It's just an issue I see constantly whenever I go into his tag or any other s.lasher tag for that matter. People try to bend these characters to be the ideal partner for them and it's super weird to me. Especially when it's people being like "oh well ghosty mains in game are goofy and fun so that means he's just like that in lore".

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike? <- Viktor

I honestly don't have an issues with League lore when it comes to him, I really enjoy the way he's written and the way you have to pick out what he's lying about and what he isn't by reading Jayce's lore and stories too. That being said:

Arcane I love as a series, but I wish it would've let Viktor have the ideals he does have in League I think it would've helped with the way the fan base of it really tries to baby him and treat him like he's a poor innocent baby that can't do anything on his own. But I can't really say too much until we do get to the point where he does become the herald and the falling out between him and Jayce.

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse? <- Baby girl

I honestly am dying to know what exactly what happened between him and Vittorio, because they went from Italy, to Spain and all the way to Portugal on horse back where u have to follow water ways because horses need a lot of water, so they were around each other for probably 6 months minimum and in that time they went from being fine to Tarhos fucking despising him and everything he stands for because he's asked to find another way. I don't know sounds like bitter exes to me-

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons? <- Legion

Oh definitely. The legion are already so inconsistent in lore that with every new cosmetic flavor text I feel like I have to alter something. Like before I knew tomes existed I thought it was only Frank who was murderous, because that's how it's framed, but in their tome as funny as it is a lot of hat they did was Julie's idea. She came up with the idea, named them, even suggested they break into Joey's work which got them to murder that janitor and even flat out asks Frank if he thinks he could kill someone and isn't happy with his answer when he says no.

I feel like wit hthe comics coming out soon (I have mine pre-ordered 👀) it'll make me at least have to pick and choose what I consider cannon like I already have to with their lore anyway, because again it's so inconsistent. You literally have cosmetics calling Susie a sophomore, but the devs saying they're all 18-21. It's that inconsistent.

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared. <- Anyone!

Because we talked about it on discord: Yijun would ABSOLUTELY sell alpha male courses, he doesn't believe a single fucking word the sells, but oh my god if it doesn't get him attention and make him money. The demon knows what he want you can't fault him for that.

[connorspiracy]

Roasted and Ghosted || Connor & Rio

Timing: Current Location: Abandoned shack in the woods Description: Connor and Rio go ghost bustin’. Warnings: Ghosties

Orion hadn’t exactly decided what he was doing here. On one hand, his goal had partially been to determine whether this guy was for real or just try to use ghost hunting for fame or that thing other kids were saying these days…. Clout. But on the other hand, Rio had always been intrigued by those ghost hunting shows. Though he had never had the courage to watch them by himself at night or anything, trying to determine which ones may be legit or which ones were obviously fake had been a type of research for him. Ghosts and spirits were not Rio’s main focus or even a big concern of his, so he considered this little outing more of a hobby or something. 

He spotted Connor coming from afar, recognizing his face from the videos Rio had been binging ever since the two had made plans. The place Rio picked was one of the lesser known ones around town. Places like the Misery Manor and Strawford park that regularly did scary shows and ghost tours would have been too baiting. Just outside of town, Rio stood many, many feet away from a large abandoned house that Rio had heard horror stories about growing up. Kids in school growing up regularly dared other students to hang out around the abandoned property, and sometimes Rio would hear the kids in his college classes brag about hopping the fences and trying to break into the house. This wasn’t Rio’s thing at all. In fact, a few months ago Rio would have gotten a good laugh out of the idea that he had just asked this semi popular and objectively very pretty youtuber to go to a haunted location together. His friend gang really had helped Rio come a long way. 

Rio jumped up and down and waved at the guy as he lugged his equipment toward him. “Hey! You’re Connor! You look just like you do in your videos. Which makes sense. Because you’re you!” Maybe he was getting a little too excited about the idea of meeting a mini celebrity. “I’m Rio, nice to meet you in person. Do you need help carrying anything?”

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for Connor to meet up with people in the towns he visited, to be given tours, to have guides or people interested in contributing to his work. Rio hadn't been unique in the least, but that didn't mean Connor wasn't intrigued by him. Rio had offered to show him some cool places, and if there was anything Connor had learned over the last few years, it was that you couldn't overestimate the value of a local. 

He really hadn't had the chance to settle into White Crest before Uncle Joe had gone full-on polter on his dad and Connor had needed to go home to London. He was intrigued by whatever Rio was going to show him. Based on what he'd said in their DMs, it wasn't somewhere you'd find out about on the town map. 

"Alright, mate," Connor greeted, shaking Rio's hand. "Nice to meet you too." He handed Rio one of his cameras at his offer. "If you want to offer a hand, I might need some additional handheld shots, but I want to get some establishing stuff first. What's this place you wanted to show me?"

Orion grabbed onto the camera that Connor offered and fiddled with it for a minute, “Sure! I don’t have much experience with the stuff but I’m happy to help where I can.” He had watched a number of videos to get prepared, but it wasn’t until he started thinking about being with the Youtuber while he filmed that Rio realized just how much work must be put into each video. The number of cuts and changes in a video must have required multiple different shots and camera angles and takes. And that was just the groundwork filming at the location before going home to have to edit everything together. Rio was only getting a peek into the first portion of what went into making one of these videos. That didn’t make it any less fascinating.

“Yeah, definitely.” Rio waved his arms at the house behind him and began wracking his brain for the myriad of stories he had heard about the place. “Well, it’s a bit of a wild ride. This place has been abandoned since I was a little kid. And people have been talking about it for just as long.” Rio could barely remember the first story that he heard about the place because they seemed to blend together. “The general consensus is that a family died inside. But the rest of the story gets murky. Some people talk about seeing a woman in black and some say that they hear like little kids crying from one of the rooms. The stories aren’t all exactly consistent. I’ve never been brave enough to come here by myself to see if there’s any truth to it.” Rio laughed nervously and scratched at his neck, “But I figured if anyone knows what they’re doing I guess it would probably be someone who made a career out of it, right?” 

At least this way Rio could hopefully get a good read on whether or not this guy was legit. Rio already knew how he was leaning. He had used words like medium and exorcist. Not exactly unknown words outside of people in the supernatural know, but it had still made Rio curious. If this guy was legit, at least Rio would know an exorcist. Having connections was always good. “When you say establishing stuff do you mean like, filming the outside of the property? Or are you going to record yourself talking about the place?”

"Just keep it steady and keep me in frame unless you're filming something else specific. Pretty much the basics," Connor said. Maybe if Rio was really interested in this stuff and he was any good, Connor would be able to have an actual camera-person again. "You ever done something like this before?" he asked, curious as to what had made Rio decide to take up this opportunity. 

He listened as Rio spoke to him about the abandoned shack. The wood and brick was old and beginning to crumble. He could see rot and damage, evidence of weathering and bug activity. "Oh, sick," he said, probably a little insensitively as Rio explained the history of the place. "It's not uncommon for places to have their own local lore, rumors and stuff that start up. One thing we can do is check local records to see if there's anything officially on file." 

He looked towards Rio with a smile. "Good question. The answer is both. But since you're the one who told me about the place, you can do the introduction, if you want."

Orion flipped the camera on and started spinning with it, trying to get a feel for it, “Got it!” He hoped he wasn’t completely awful with it, that last thing he wanted was to screw up any of Connor’s takes. “Uh, depends on what you mean I guess. I don’t know much about ghosts or spirits. I wasn’t even convinced they actually existed, if I’m being completely honest.” Not until Blanche at least, but Rio decided to keep things more vague for the moment. Rio wanted to remain a bit skeptical. He’s been told he has a habit of trusting people too easily. “But like I said I like to keep an open mind. And honestly all this history and supernatural stuff is super fascinating to me.”

Rio nodded, “Yeah, well obviously if you came here you must know that White Crest’s local lore is pretty intense.” The only perspective Rio had into that were stories he had heard from others that moved into town. Apparently, not every town had as many horror stories as this one did. But for someone that had never known anything different, this had all seemed so normal to Rio until he had gotten older. “Wait, really?” Rio couldn’t hide the excitement, bubbling up and forcing him to hop back and forth, “You look at local records and stuff like that?” He had to admit, this was already more convincing than some of the other shows he watched. Plus, who could turn down the idea of doing research? “That’s a great idea! I spend a ton of time at the local library. I can see if there’s anything they can pull for us!” 

The offer actually took Rio aback for a moment. He was stunned at first by it, though it eventually developed more into stress as Rio thought deeper about it. He could feel his neck heating up and knew he was blushing from even considering the idea of him being in a Youtube video. “Oh uh- Wow. I mean I really appreciate the offer. Because that sounds really cool. I’m not much of a like… public speaker though. Even if there’s not a public right now. I know there will be a public. That’s terrifying. Does that not terrify you?”

God, if this kid broke his camera, Connor was going to flip his shit, but you had to give a little to get a little, so if this guy was going to help him out, Connor had to give him a chance. "What convinced you?" he asked, eyes bright and inquisitive as he looked at Rio. He liked hearing stories about people who had been skeptics and had changed their minds.

"White Crest's supernatural lore - if you wanna call it that - is exactly why I'm here." He snickered. "Usually I'd look up the records before I came to the building, but it's fun to shake things up. I like the surprise." The idea of being terrified of speaking in front of the camera was hilarious to him, and he gave a good natured laugh. "Nah. Never bothered me. Some people are more naturally inclined to it than others. I get that." 

How did Orion explain his introduction into the supernatural? No, it was probably better to stick strictly to ghosts for the moment. Among the many horrors that Rio had seen and knew existed, ghosts had always been more elusive to him. He had proof of werewolves and fae. He had no proof that ghosts or spirits existed. So while he always kept an open mind, certainly not refusing to believe in them, he had kept a healthy amount of skepticism too. Maybe it was idealistic, hoping that maybe one horrifying thing people believed in actually was fake. “A good friend of mine has had experiences with them,” Blanche was like Connor, a medium. Or at least what Connor claimed to be. “I’ve never really had much experience by myself with ghosts, but she wouldn’t lie to me. So I believe her and I want to experience it for myself.” He shrugged. This wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was the closest thing to it that Rio was able to go with someone he barely knew. 

“Yeah, fair. There’s uh- plenty of content to be had here. So are you just focused on like ghosts and spirits? Or anything supernatural? White Crest offers lots of stories of both.” Rio had to admit that he was impressed by Connor’s willingness to dive into what most would consider the more boring aspect of ghost hunting. Most seemed to go purely based on stories that fueled the ghost stories. It was nice to see that he actually wanted to dig a little deeper. “Well I’m happy to offer my help in that regard, if you want. Research is kinda my thing, y’know? History major and all.” It was easy to tell that the easy going demeanor that Rio saw on YouTube wasn’t an act, not completely at least. Connor seemed to have that ease in person too. Even his body language was more relaxed as opposed to Rio’s. “Yeah, haha. Awkward people probs, right?” He laughed nervously, cursing himself for not being more sociable. “But let me know what I can do, yeah? I’m willing to help with anything. I want to see what the whole process is like.”

"A friend, hm?" Connor began walking around the house, keeping his senses peeled for any sign of ghosts. There was nothing yet, but that didn't necessarily mean Rio was wrong about the hauntings. Maybe they were just shy. "Might be the same friend that I know." If there was more than one medium in town that he could liaise with, he'd want to know, but most people weren't exactly as open as Connor was. 

"I'd say ninety per cent ghosts, ten per cent everything else." He'd probably record a voiceover for this footage so he could add any information they might find in the archives. "Great. Research buddy." He grinned over his shoulder. "Don't suppose you have the key?" His grin widened. "Or are we doing some good old-fashioned breaking and entering?" 

“You know someone else that sees ghosts?” Orion questioned, running through the small list of people that Rio knew who was able to see ghosts. The very small list. But just because Rio only knew Blanche, that didn’t mean there weren’t others in town that could also see ghosts. For now, it was better not to bring her up. “That’s pretty cool. I can imagine that it can get sorta frustrating sometimes, seeing things that others can’t? So I’m sure it’s nice to have others that can.” 

Ten percent everything else. That ten percent could give him a lot of content in a town like this. As long as he wasn’t too reckless and got himself hurt hunting it down. But trying to film the supernatural wouldn’t always land well with the ones trying to protect it’s secret. Which left a sort of conundrum that Rio had never considered before. Would hunter’s break their own code about protecting humans if it meant protecting the knowledge of the supernatural? Either way, it was probably better to make sure he kept an eye on these videos. To make sure he was safe. Rio gave an awkward thumbs up, “I think being your research buddy would be super cool.” Something told Rio that this wasn’t the first time that Connor had considered breaking and entering. Not that Rio could judge anymore, since he had done his fair share of it himself now. Rio tried the front door, the knob catching and refusing to budge. Unsurprisingly, it was locked. But Rio pressed against the door a little harder this time, shoving it until the lock cracked and the front door swung open, “Hmm. Guess it was rusted or something. Opened right up.” He laughed nervously, standing to the side and allowing Connor to get the first look inside. Rio couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.

"Well, I know a few people through family contacts and networking and stuff, but one in White Crest." There were likely more, Connor knew. Zombies, vampires, banshees... but he only knew Blanche. "It's pretty validating to have someone who knows you're telling the truth. I spent ages thinking there was something wrong with me when I was a kid." 

Rio decided to answer Connor with his actions rather than words. He tried the locks himself, but they didn't budge. Rio, however, was stronger than he looked. "Would it be unprofessional if I said that was pretty hot?" he said with a grin. Once the door was open, Connor started filming, getting some shots as he walked through the door. "So we just got in, and apparently my new friend Rio is the Hulk in disguise," Connor narrated, flipping the camera to Rio for a second to smile at him. He turned the camera back to the house, slowly exploring. "Hey, anyone home?" he called. 

Orion considered what it would be like to not know anyone else that could see ghosts or spirits. Rio had grown up around people like him, at least genetically. Maybe his was the opposite extreme. Rio had spent most of his life wishing that he hadn’t grown up around other hunters. “I can’t say that I know exactly what that’s like. But it sounds pretty lonely.  I’m familiar with that feeling.” 

Rio’s face was on fire, and he could tell that it must be a bright shade of red. “Uhhhhhhhh” Rio drug that out for far too long as he tried to figure out how to reply to the compliment. “Thanks. I mean it doesn’t bother me. That’s very nice. And you’re very pretty. Like objectively pretty I mean.” Rio rambled, clearly not used to receiving any compliments like that. “I mean, I’m sorta dating someone right now. Now that you asked. Or that you were like flirting or anything. But just so you know. I’ll shut up now.” Please for the love of god, have Connor edit that part out of his filming. Luckily, Connor got right back to work filming the place as they walked inside, and Rio trailed behind him and held his own camera up to film as well. When Connor turned the camera towards Rio, he smiled and gave the screen a thumbs up. “So does that usually work for you? Asking if they’re home?” Rio asked curiously, wondering how many ghosts kept up with manners. Considering the two had just broken their door down, greetings probably wouldn’t be the first thing on their minds.

Connor turned the camera back on himself. “Do you hear that, lads, gals and non-binary pals? You heard it here. I’m objectively pretty.” He couldn’t hide his charming little smirk before he went back to filming the room. “Nah, not always, but I’m going into their place. It’s polite to announce myself, right?” He started slowly and carefully looking around the room for any signs of who might have lived here previously. Family pictures, old letters, things of that nature. Mostly all that was left was damp and rot. “We’re not here to do you any harm. My name’s Connor, and this is my mate Rio. We just want to say hello.” 

A shiver ran down his spine. Where there would normally be some kind of outline of a person, all Connor could see was a vague shape, like someone had left the stove on. “Whoa.” He stepped back, getting a look at the viewfinder of the camera. “You see that? The orb. That’s one of them. But it’s not.. I mean they’re not… they’re just a shape.” 

Orion accepted his fate of embarrassing himself in front of his new friend and the potential hundreds of thousands of viewers that watched his videos and resigned himself to focusing on the video instead of pondering that any further. He liked the ease that Connor talked while the camera was around, as if he was just talking to friends. He definitely had a lot of charisma that Rio wished he could channel. “Hey there” Rio called out into the house as a response to Connor introducing the two of them to the spirits. 

Rio spun around at Connor’s sudden find and trained the camera towards the orb-like shape that floated across the house from them. Rio could feel goosebumps running along his arms, but tried his best to keep the camera steady as he slowly trailed behind Connor. Why could Rio see this? He didn’t know nearly enough about ghosts or spirits, clearly. He didn’t to find something in the Scribrary and start reading. Especially if he wanted to continue being friends with and helping Connor out. Rio took an instinctive step back, but managed to keep the camera pointed at the orb. “I hate this. Why is it just floating there?” Rio mumbled, worried that the ghost wasn’t that concerned with manners at all.

“You come here alone?” The voice was nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to come from all directions. “Bold mistake.”

Okay. That was less than ideal. The camera (and most people who accompanied him) wouldn’t pick up what it was saying, so Connor always repeated it back. “They asked if we came alone, and said it was a bold mistake.” He paused. “Why?” he asked the spirit, his voice casually inquisitive. “Why is it bold? You’re not out to hurt us or something, are you? Seems a bit unnecessary.” He kept his voice casual, not wanting to provoke it. “You got your bracelet?” he whispered to Rio. His own rested on his wrist, a leather knotted piece of jewellery with a glass vial containing salt. “It isn’t a hundred per cent failsafe, but they help a lot. Kind of like a condom.”

‘What are you whispering about?’ It asked. ‘Are you making fun of me?’

“No, of course not. We’re just… talking about the best way to help you.” He’d heard of spirits like this. They weren’t really ghosts in that they couldn’t take a human form, but they could still possess people, usually those who were emotionally vulnerable and isolated. “Are you here alone? I thought a family lived here?” he asked, keeping it talking while he took some supplies out of his bag on a rotting, dusty dining room table.  

All of his life, Orion had been the one that heard everything. His stupid hunter hearing was temperamental, but it usually picked up on sounds too far away from any normal person to hear or too private for Rio to be listening in on. For once, Rio actually found himself frustrated that he couldn’t hear something. Knowing that the spirit was saying something that Rio couldn’t pick up on was nerve wracking and left him feeling vulnerable. “Can they hear me?” Rio asked Connor, taking a step closer to the ghost hunter as he tried to unpack his things. It seemed like he had a plan. Rio nodded a confirmation that raised his hand to show off the bracelet that he had tied against his wrist. The salt center made sense. It seemed like a pretty common supernatural deterrence. At least for things no longer alive. “Connor’s telling the truth. I can’t hear you, but neither of us are here to do any harm to you.” Rio felt useless. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling for Rio, but it was something that he hadn’t felt for awhile. For once, Rio had finally started to feel like he was able to help. Now, he was practically back to square one. But he took a step forward and tried to block Connor’s path. If Connor had a plan the least Rio could go was try to protect him.

“They can hear you,” Connor said. “Sorry, I… dunno what to call you,” he said to the specter. It swooped around the room. In the darkness, Connor couldn’t see it properly in its flimsy shape, but he figured it might be trying to possess one of them, hopefully to no effect. He drew out the circle in chalk on the ground, making use of the space Rio was blocking with his body. Hopefully it would respond to the same ritual that had got rid of Uncle Joe. 

‘This one is stupid,’ the ghasper said. 

“That’s not very nice,” Connor answered, looking at Rio sympathetically. “It said you’re stupid.” He wiped the chalk from his hands. “Some people just don’t know much about spirits. He’s new to this, mate, give him a break, yeah? So how long have you lived here? It’s… nice, apart from the structural issues and dust.” Connor was trying to keep it calm while he prepared his tools. 

‘I don’t know how long I’ve been here…’ it admitted. ‘Years. There’s always losers coming in. I took hold of them sometimes.’

“Must be lonely,” Connor answered after repeating its words to Rio so he was clued in. “Make sure you get this on camera, okay?” he whispered. 

A ghost had just called Orion stupid, and all he could think to do was chuckle. “That’s fair, but you might be surprised actually. Ghosts just aren’t really my specialty.” He turned around and glanced at Connor over his shoulder. Maybe that comment was a little more information than he needed to give to either Connor or the ghost, but his goal was to keep the ghost busy. Whether that was by peaking its curiosity or annoying it, Rio hoped that it was working. He spotted that Connor was drawing something and didn’t want to risk the ghost being able to see it, so he turned back towards the ghost. 

“I think I knew those losers.” Rio agreed with the ghost after Connor had translated, “I grew up around here. I’ve always heard people bragging about coming here. They were usually jerks.” He nodded silently to Connor and readjusted the camera a bit, hoping that even though he was clearly scared out of his mind he was able to keep calm enough that he wasn’t ruining the shot. “But Connor here isn’t a loser. He’s the real deal. And I think he can help you.”

“Aw, yeah, massive wankers, Rio told me all about ‘em,” Connor chimed in. “Can you do me a favor though? I’m trying to help you, yeah? But I need you to come closer so I can see you.” Connor had left his camera on the table with a wide view of the room so it could record anything Rio might have missed.

‘You two don’t seem lonely at all. Well, maybe the stupid one, a little bit, but I can tell he has love in his life.’ 

Connor shot Rio a look, giving a low chuckle before repeating the ghost’s words. At least Rio was getting some. 

“Nah, and nobody should be lonely, so… what do you say?” 

There was a poignant pause before the ghasper decided to take Connor up on his offer, fluttering closer, like a little badly formed cloud of smoke. Connor stepped back, beckoning, until it was in position, right there in his chalk circle.

“Sorry, mate. Can’t risk you possessing some other poor bugger that walks in here.” He picked up his book of rituals, holding the ceremonial dagger that operated as his focal point, starting to recite in Latin. The wind seemed to pick up, walls shaking as the ghasper tried to resist.

‘LIAR! You lying bastard. You will suffer eternal damnation. My brethren will rip your insides out and use them to string you up!’ 

And so the threats continued, but Connor kept his focus, feeling his energy deplete. With a hard gust of wind, the ghasper vanished, and the building was calm once again. Connor had to lean against the table to keep himself upright. 

“Bloody hell. Oof… still kind of new at that part,” he murmured. 

Connor was sweet talking the ghost. Orion stayed mostly silent from then on, assuming that Connor had a handle on the rest. It was impressive to watch. And certainly cemented the fact that Connor was the real deal. This definitely hadn’t been his first run in with a real ghost. So that must have meant that Connor’s other videos had been real too then? Fascinating.

Rio’s face turned red again once Connor repeated its words. Even the ghost was embarrassing Rio in front of the cameras now? That had to be a new low for Rio. He decided to just shrug against the words. He couldn’t believe that he had just been called stupid multiple times by the random ghost. Though Rio didn’t have much time to dwell on it. The ghost was coming closer to the two and Rio backed away behind Connor to let him take over, making sure to angle it so that both the orb and Connor could be seen in the shot. Once the ghost got into the circle that Connor had drawn, the ghost hunter pulled out a book and started reciting Latin. Rio was familiar with the words, Latin being the only language that his parents had actually supported the twins learning. This was an honest to god exorcism. The orb seemed to go crazy, and Rio could only imagine what it must be saying. And then, the thing vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. “Holy crap.” Rio stares quietly, staring at Connor in wonder, but soon the excitement took over and he was hopping up and down and repeating himself, “Holy crap! You just did that! That was so cool! I couldn’t even tell that you were a beginner.”

Connor caught his breath. It always took something out of you to perform an exorcism, but Connor was still learning. He wondered if it got easier the more you did it, but from the way some of the contacts he’d tracked down spoke about it, he doubted it. “Thanks,” he chuckled tiredly, but his pride was evident in his voice and his expression. “Probably makes me a bit of a masochist to say it was fun, right? Luckily ghaspers aren’t very strong or dangerous.” He straightened up, his energy slowly returning to him. “Alright mate, let’s go back to my place and we can grab a beer and I’ll show you how I edit.” He grinned. “Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather be.”

Still reeling from the exorcism that he had just witnessed, Orion had no plans of cutting off now and heading home. He had hoped that he could get a look into editing at some point but hadn’t expected Connor to invite him over immediately following this. “Seriously?” Rio asked him, still a bit confused at the idea of someone wanting to hang out with him. He shouldn’t be anymore. He had made friends that he knew wanted to be around him. Rio just supposed he had almost twenty years of evidence to the contrary that always kept him a bit skeptical. But this was a new year for Rio. He wasn’t about to let those doubts hold him back. “I mean yeah, definitely. Nothing better to do at all.” He didn’t break the news to Connor that he didn’t really drink, but figured that wouldn’t be important once the two got to work cutting all the footage together. “I can stop by and grab food on the way? I know a great diner.”

[out-of-this-dimension]

Let’s Talk About Andross and His Plan in Adventures

This post is brought to you by the fact that when I was doing my huge Venom headcanons post, I started critically analyzing Andross in Star Fox Adventures and came to the conclusion that his plan was perhaps more thought-out than I had originally realized.  I mean, of course it’s well thought-out, it’s a plan made by Andross, but when you really put a magnifying glass up to it, you begin to see that it was perhaps so well planned that by the time the game starts, Andross can’t really lose.  His revival is inevitable.  Except then, you know, Fox McCloud shows up and does his thing.

Disclaimer: Obviously, Andross’s inclusion in Adventures was very last minute, which caused a lot of plot points to get cut and story bits to get revised.  There’s a lot of evidence that implies that the Krazoa and Kamerians still had a hefty role to play in the story until very late into development but I still think it’s important that we really look at Andross and his absolutely off-the-wall plan because it can be kind of telling about both his desperation to be revived and other lore bits as well that often get overlooked.  Despite there being huge meta influences on why the game played out the way it did, it’s still fun to talk about and speculate over.  And y’know, we’re here to have fun, so let’s get into it.

To understand his plan, we need to go over what bits we know and don’t know about Sauria, the SpellStones, and the Krazoa:

Sauria has a huge amount of magic that’s constantly trying to rip the planet apart.

The SpellStones are guarded by GateKeepers and usually they sit at the planet’s core, brought there via a Force Point Temple.  

SpellStones can block the magic flow (presumably absorbing it) and cause the planet’s energy to stabilize.

If the SpellStones are removed, the planet will fall apart.

The GateKeepers have the ability to move the SpellStones in a time of need.

The Krazoa Spirits also somehow keep the planet together. 

The Krazoa Spirits live in Krazoa Palace but when things get perilous, they hide at their own shrines to await a person of pure heart to escort them back to the Palace.

Pure heart can mean pure good or pure evil.  This isn’t overtly stated but it’s implied because Scales has a Spirit in him.

With all of that being said, let’s look at Andross’s main goal-- revival.  Through means we don’t really know, he can revive himself using the Krazoa Spirits.  But to get to the Spirits, he would obviously need some form of army.  That’s where General Scales comes in.  

Scales is smarter than the average SharpClaw but we really don’t know if that’s because Andross got his hooks into him or if the Spirit he’s got his claws on has anything to do with it.  But Scales’s intelligence doesn’t really matter because he’s malleable and Andross understands this early on.  He convinces Scales to attack Krazoa Palace -- presumably to get the Krazoa Spirits.  At first, I thought Andross’s plan was to get the Krazoa to flee to their shrines but now that I really think on it, his plan from the start could have been to nab the Spirits in the first attack... but maybe he realized he couldn’t do that so easily?  I mean, how does a ghost nab... other ghosts... Unless he was hoping the SharpClaw would suffice?  

Anyways, if that was his plan, it wasn’t well-thought out and the Krazoa fled to their protective shrines all over the planet, which I’m sure he was just positively thrilled about.

Before, I’ve stated that I was pretty sure that Andross had led Krystal to Sauria for the express reason of collecting the Spirits but I think there’s a chance that he didn’t for that exact reason.  We already know Scales was able to ferry the Spirits around and was able to pass one of the tests.  Andross had his perfect pawn in Scales by him having a pure heart of evil and in being the leader of a dinosaur tribe. 

Krystal however, seems most definitely baited to Sauria because of her channeling powers.  I think her collecting the first Spirit was a bonus for Andross and that he only had her captured because he knew Scales would be up for the task.  And, you know, Krystal had her part to play in his plan as a sort of magic medium to put him back onto the mortal realm in a more corporeal state.  I think otherwise, he would’ve just let Krystal go around and collect all of the Spirits for him and then had her captured at the end.

Overall, I think this plan is ultimately a pretty good plan except for two glaring factors: 1) I don’t think it was common knowledge where the Shrines are located and 2) Fox McCloud shows up and begins wrecking the SharpClaw.

I kind of wonder if Andross hoped Star Fox would arrive so he could have his chance at revenge but ultimately, if you take into consideration that Scales could have just run around and done all of the Shrines then Fox showing up was actually kind of a thorn in Andross’s side.  After all, what are the odds that two people with pure heart would just happen to end up on Sauria in such a close time frame?

HOWEVER, I will say there’s a chance Andross was actually kind of happy about Fox showing up because of two big reasons: 1) Fox literally did all of the leg work for Scales, which actually kind of frees up Scales to do other things like ransack CloudRunner Fortress a bunch and expand his tyranny and 2) Fox would be close in proximity to the revival so Andross would have a quick chance at revenge.  

Okay, okay, at this point, you’re probably asking, “So... what about the SpellStones?  Isn’t Scales really just looking for those?”

The answer: Yes but also no.  I’m pretty sure the SpellStones are a distraction.

Now if you really look at his plan, Andross doesn’t really have a need for the SpellStones.  Having them get removed is just additional chaos to be added and if you notice, it’s the thing that both General Pepper and Star Fox hone in on.  Funnily enough, it’s implied that Scales didn’t even remove them all-- the CloudRunner Queen hid hers in the treasury of her fortress, Garunda Te hid his in the mines... the one at Walled City and the one at Dragon Rock seem to be the only ones Scales formally got his hands on.  But it didn’t matter because when the other two were removed, the Saurians just played into the chaos even more, giving further distraction.  I think maybe Andross’s initial plan was that while Fox was hyper-focused on the SpellStones, Scales would be trying to find the Shrines and getting the Spirits.

But then he realized that Fox was doing the exact thing he wanted Scales to do (and more efficiently) and honestly?  I would like to theorize he just lets Fox do it because the outcome is literally the same regardless.

I can only imagine how elated Andross must have been when he realized Fox was unwittingly playing right into his hands.  Because sure, Fox was doing the right thing.  He was saving the day.  But Andross had already been a couple steps ahead and had set the stage for his own arrival.  

I think Fox showing up made Andross realize he didn’t need Scales after all and that was why he was so quick to get rid of him at the end.  Because at the end of the day, it didn’t matter who brought the Spirits back, just that they were back.  And Andross would just let Fox do whatever with the SpellStones because they had no real value to him.  Andross, by the end, doesn’t care about Sauria being put together or pulled apart-- he wants everything to die, which is presumably part of his madness from being a lingering ghosty spirit for most of a decade. 

So Andross is revived because that’s the only inevitable outcome other than Sauria being destroyed.  He rises up, filled with Krazoa Spirits and vengeance.  And he... proceeds to fail in the fight that he ought to have won, if only because of Falco showing up to rescue Fox.  Falco, the wildcard.  Falco, who Andross did not account for, but, granted, no one else really did either.

Wow, that’s a lot of text.  Confused yet?  Here’s the recap of my making sense of Andross’s plan:

Andross picks Scales as a pawn because Scales is politically powerful and has the capabilities to take in Krazoa Spirits.

He lures a suitable channeling mechanism (Krystal) to Sauria to use as a medium.  She gets the first Spirit and Andross is pleasantly surprised but still captures her regardless as Scales and his buddies rampage across the planet, looking for Shrines and SpellStones both.

Star Fox gets called in.  Andross gets kinda spooked by this but realizes Fox is effectively doing what he wants anyways so he just keeps his eye on Fox and lets Scales continue his rampaging.  I think he’s figured he’s already won at this point anyways.

Andross gets all of the Spirits and his plan for revival effectively works...

... All up until he dies fighting Fox and Falco.

This does include a hefty bit of speculation but seeing as they leave only bits and pieces of lore to sink your teeth in, I feel like it’s within the realm of possibility. Of course, there’s other possible explanations, some of which I did poke at within my theorizing. However, this is the breakdown that I can make the most sense out of.  I know in the past my theories have been 1) Krystal being his chosen puppet to get the Spirits but then I realized he wouldn’t have just turned around and imprisoned her immediately if that was the case and then 2) Fox being his chosen puppet but then I realized that there would’ve been no point to Scales having a Spirit in the first place if that were even the case so it felt a little janky as a theory.  

Anyways, that’s my analysis of Andross’s crazy plot, thank you for reading the ramblings of a madwoman thinking way too hard about space dinos and space monkeys.

[waywardnerd67]

Deep Down

Summary: Dean and Sam call on (Y/N) to help them with a case in her hometown. When things go terribly wrong, Dean is faced with feelings he had buried deep down from when they were kids. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1943 Squared Filled: Realized Feelings (Fluff) / Human Shield (Bad Things Happen) A/N #1: @spnfluffbingo and @badthingshappenbingo A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Dean sat in the motel room looking down at the number on his phone his thumb hovering over it. “Call her.” His brother, Sam, said.

He took a deep breath and pressed his thumb down before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey (Y/N/N), it’s Dean. We’re in Little Rock working a case and could… uh, use your help. Give me, us, a call back.”

“Smooth.” Sam chuckled as Dean narrowed his eyes at him.

“Shut it.” He warned tossing his phone down at the table.

It had been over twenty years since he had last seen or spoken with (Y/N) that very night etched into his memory permanently. The way tears fell down her face as his dad handed her money and a bus ticket. The sound of her voice as she pleaded to stay and called out his name for him to come with her. Her (Y/C/E) eyes giving him one last look before turning around and walking out of his life.

“Do you think she will call back?” Sam asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

Dean shook his head, “No I don’t.” he said simply opening the book that was in front of him and pretending he was reading.

A few hours later, there was a knock on their door startling both Winchesters. Sam got up as Dean grabbed his gun pointing it at the door. Sam opened it slowly and Dean saw his body relax immediately.

“Hey Sam, been a long time.” (Y/N)’s voice made Dean’s heart flutter. She gave Sam a small hug as she walked in their room. “Hi Dean.” She said voided of any kind of emotion.

“Hi (Y/N/N).” Her nickname had tumbled off his lips so easily. He watched her body go still for a moment before she grabbed one of the chairs from the small table and sitting on it.

She looked back over to Sam, “So, tell me about this case? I’m a little rusty on the whole hunting evil thing.”

Dean sat on his bed silently as Sam and she went over everything they found. (Y/N) pulled out her phone looking at something and then review over Sam’s notes once again before finally speaking. “The Arkansas Traveler.”

“The what?” He and Sam asked at the same time.

(Y/N) chuckled, “Your case sounds like a horror movie version of The Arkansas Traveler. It’s a tall tale of a stranger squatting with a family who can’t finish his song and the stranger finishes it for him earning the right to sleep on the only dry spot in the house.”

Dean looked from Sam to (Y/N) in disbelief as she continued, “The difference is your spirit is killing people. Best guess we should stake out Abandon Row which is a housing complex that is home to a lot of homeless and wayward people.”

“How do you know all of this?” Sam asked as they got ready to leave.

“All of the research and lore knowledge I have bouncing around up here. I put it to good use and have a degree in Literature specializing in American Folklore. I teach a few classes at the community college in town.” She explained laughing when she saw their surprised faces, “Don’t look so shocked boys. I had to pick up the pieces somehow.”

Dean flinched slightly following Sam and (Y/N) out of the motel room. She directed him to the area where a lot of the victims had gone missing. The tension was high within the car between him and her, so much so that Sam had decided to do a walk around the perimeter.

“Thanks for helping us.” He said looking back at her through the rearview mirror.

He watched her shrug, “I figured it best to help you, so you can get out of here faster. I’m sure you don’t like being here.”

Dean sighed frustration building in his chest. He wanted to tell her how he really felt that night and how he wanted to go with her but could never leave his family. They sat in silence the tension becoming almost to unbearable for Dean. When he looked out the windshield he saw Sam signaling for them to follow him.

“Come on, Sam’s got something.” He said as they got out of the car carefully walking over to his brother who was hiding behind an abandoned house.

“I think our spirit is in the house across from this one.” Sam said pointed to a particularly run-down one-story house.

Dean looked to see a man laughing manically to himself, “Why do you say that?”

Sam looked to them, “I heard the man inside mention something about someone traveling and writing a song.”

Dean looked to (Y/N) who was looking wide eyed to them both. “Alright, well let’s see if we can gank ourselves a traveling ghost.”

(Y/N) looked up to Sam, “What is the spirit tied too?” she asked.

“I think it’s a guitar inside the house. The homeless man was playing it when I walked by and that’s when I heard him talking about the song.” Sam explained as they made their way towards the house.

Dean turned towards (Y/N) handed her his shotgun with salt rounds in it, “You’ll need this.” He said simply as she took it from him.

“What exactly are you going to do?” she asked.

“Someone has to be bait and I’m not letting some homeless dude be it. Unless you have a better idea?” he said as she stood there glaring at him for a moment. “That’s what I thought. I know you two have my back.”

Dean did not wait for a response and walked into the house pulling out his wallet. The homeless man looked over to him clutching the guitar, “W-What are you doing here?”

“Hey man, nice guitar. I was wondering if I could buy it off you. I have two hundred here that is all yours if I can have the guitar.” Dean said as the man looked down at the guitar and then to the money in Dean’s hand.

The man handing him the guitar and took the cash, “I think there is a store down the street. Get some food and maybe a cheap place to stay.” Dean suggested as the man nodded walking out of the house.

He sat down on an old bucket that was in the middle of the room. Suddenly the guitar began to play on its own as it laid on the ground in front of Dean. “Here ghosty, ghosty, ghosty.” Dean whispered.

“Play.” A deep gravely voice sounded throughout the room.

“I’m gonna pass, why don’t you show yourself.” Dean called out seeing Sam and (Y/N) just off to the side.

Appearing next to the guitar was a man in shabby clothing with a blood-stained shirt. His eyes focused on the guitar, “Play.” He said again.

“Look, I know things on the other side of the veil are a little nutty, but I’m gonna give you a chance to go peacefully to the next life or I can send you there. Your choice.” Dean said standing up.

The ghost looked up glaring at Dean snarling his lips. “PLAY!” he yelled.

Sam took the first shot the salt round piercing the ghost making him vanish. All of them were looking around to see where he would pop up next. The guitar playing an eerie tune by itself. Dean turned his back towards (Y/N) looking to the guitar.

“DEAN! Watch out!” He heard (Y/N) yell as he turned towards her.

He watched as if in slow motion (Y/N) running in front of him as the ghost drove a piece of wood from the old house through her shoulder. Hearing her agonizing scream sent chills down his body. Dean quickly grabbed her falling body.

“Sammy burn it now!” he yelled out as he laid (Y/N) on the floor. Dean could feel the heat of the flames behind him as Sam set the guitar on fire. The ghost yelling out as he burnt into nothing.

“Damn it (Y/N), hold on. I can’t lose you again.” Dean said as he quickly took off his jacket and flannel placing the shirt on her wound as Sam pulled it out.

Dean wrapped her in his jacket and handed Sam the keys to Baby, “Come on we need to get her to a hospital.”

A week later, (Y/N) was realized after losing a lot of blood and needing a transfusion. Sam and Dean drove her to her apartment walking her up to it. Sam set her things down on the kitchen table as Dean helped her to her couch.

“Sam, would you mind doing a little grocery shopping for me? I trust you getting me stuff rather than Dean. I need something more than burgers and beer.” She said as Sam chuckled grabbing the keys from Dean.

He looked back at her as she stared at him, “Dean I think we need to talk.” She said.

“Look (Y/N), I know you didn’t want to be dragged back into this life and you got hurt which is all my fault…” he started to say.

“Dean!” she said loudly catching his attention, “Shut up. I know you think this is your fault, but it’s not. That is not what I want to talk about.”

He looked over at her curiously, “What then?” he asked.

“I heard you when I was stabbed. You said you didn’t want to lose me again.” She said as he looked away from her.

“Oh. Yeah that.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh, “Care to explain because what I know is that you chose to push me out of your life when John sent me away. You didn’t even fight for me Dean. I thought we had something between us and then to see you just follow John’s orders to send me away. You broke my heart.”

Dean clenched his fist taking a deep breath. Hearing what she thought that night made him hate his father a little more for sending her away. Looking at her, he could see all the emotions running through her (Y/C/E) eyes.

“(Y/N), that night with everything that happened, is my biggest regret in my life. I didn’t realize it until much later in my life that I not only lost my best friend but the love of my life. Deep down I knew I fell in love with you and it scared me. I told myself that you were safer away from me because if anything had ever happened to you I wouldn’t know what I would do.” He explained feeling his own emotions bubbling in his chest.

(Y/N) moved closer to him, “Then why didn’t you come find me earlier?”

He shrugged, “I figured it was too late. A beautiful, smart, funny woman like you should have men falling at your feet. I always assumed you had found someone who could take care of you and love you better than I ever could.”

“Oh Dean…” she said leaning her head on his shoulder hooking her uninjured arm with his, “There is no one in this world who could protect me better than you.”

He looked down at her as she lifted her head up. Her perfect pouty lips mere inches from his and he could not take it anymore. Leaning down, he kissed her ever so gently cupping her smooth cheek with his calloused hand. He pulled away resting his forehead on hers.

“So, sweetheart where do we go from here?” he asked.

(Y/N) leaned back slightly smiling, “I go wherever you go. As long as we are together.”

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Dream 170: The Dragon Boss

This one has been almost completely rewritten since I had it over a year ago. Nothing major though, just making it easier to read, putting things in chronological order, and taking out the rambling. 

Like many books, I'll start this one off with the map. Yes, I was so immersed in the dream for so long in-dream time that I knew the lay of the land. It was quite large. The map is not to scale. The seas were much bigger.

The dream was set in a kind of medieval game. Link was in it, but she preferred female pronouns. She wasn't Linkle, just normal Link. It seemed normal enough in the dream, especially since I was Link some of the time. (Yay dream PoV-switching!)

The story revolved around a few characters. For a lot of it I was the last royalty of the fairies, orphaned at a young age. My name was Valeret. While the game mostly took aspects from an open-world Legend of Zelda, there were some Lord of the Rings things scattered in to the side. As Valeret, I was friends with Gandalf. Early on in the dream I went missing. I was actually hiding out in the Dark Forest from Sauron, but Link and Gandalf didn't know that. They were so desperate to find me that they even asked the all-seeing eye himself. Of course, I was hidden from view with the help of a friendly bear. So that didn't work.

And so, Link went exploring the areas between the final boss room and the Dusty Plains we called home to find me. There was no stamina wheel to worry about, and Link could use both the paraglider and the in-dream equivalent to loftwings, which in this dream was a (relatively) small dragon. She could also use the whip from Skyward Sword to grab onto distant things, which was useful for jumping from her dragon-loftwing to the towers surrounding the Wild Plateau. Said towers were mysteriously cluttered with stamina fruits despite Link not having a stamina wheel. Little did I know this was a sign for later.

Under the Plateau were hidden caves. It was a maze under there, but not only did you have to be careful not to get lost, but you basically had to play The Floor is Lava. Why? Because the floors were not dry, and the tide pools were connected to the Electrified Sea. Understandably, touching it meant instant death. Link jumped off her dragon-loftwing and glided into one of the caves. Unfortunately, she misjudged her landing and fell in the water, instantly turning into a spirit.

As a spirit she went to a ghosty waiting room type of deal. Suddenly I was Valeret again, (rather than just passively watching Link) also in the waiting room of spirits. It was cold. I remember not being able to get warm and assuming it was part of being dead. Well, now that I was dead there was no reason to hide from Sauron, and once Link informed me that she and Gandalf were looking for me I realized the wizard could get us out of here and revive us. I used fairy magic to send up a beacon asking for his help. He practically teleported us home in his hurry to get us somewhere safe.

Home was kind of odd, but beggars can't be choosers. It's rare to have a home to go back to in LoZ adventures. In the middle of the Dusty Plains was a runway used for landing biplanes, the other quick way to travel across the map. I landed a couple throughout the dream, but I don't remember what I was flying them for or when. Next to the runway were these tube-rooms not unlike tube hotels you can find at some airports. There was enough room for the bare essentials, like a place to sleep and get changed, but that was about it. Still, it was home.

Time passed and we progressed through the game until we were finally ready for the final boss. The final boss was a great big fire dragon that looked like Smaug, and was about as powerful as Smaug too. Basically, she was Smaug but female. According to the lore of the game, only Valeret could kill "Smaug." Link could help wear her down, but Valeret had to land the final blow, otherwise the fight would just start over.

We approached the boss room. There was an Emblem on a tower above the entryway. A Fire Emblem, to be precise, containing the power of "Smaug." As soon as we stepped foot on the land containing the boss room, the Emblem flared, and "Smaug" burst from the tower on top of the boss room. Link jumped back on her dragon-loftwing to prevent the boss from flying to our home and setting it ablaze, trying to lead her back to the boss room where the fight could take place. While she did that I was stuck trying to get to the boss room on foot, and, lo and behold, Valeret had a stamina wheel. "Smaug" landed in the field next to the path, lighting the field on fire. Every time I would slow down to let my stamina wheel refill (because of course there were no stamina fruits here) she would breathe fire in my direction, and I'd have to start running again. Link would then swoop in to distract her so I could have a little time to recover.

At last I made it to the boss room. Link flew in after me with "Smaug" flying in after her, and the fight was on.

The fight itself felt long and hard, but that was probably because I was physically going through the motions of the fight without using a controller. I was in the game after all. Had I been playing the game from the outside, I would be pretty disappointed if that was the final boss of the game. "Smaug" would fly around the edges of the circular boss room. Trying to cut her off from ahead would lead to getting incinerated via fire breath, but trying to catch up to her from behind was impossible. Somehow you had to cut her off from the side and do damage that way. After enough damage was dealt she'd slow down and we could latch onto the sides of her neck. Due to bad programming she'd get stuck in a stun loop where she couldn't attack us. After getting stunned a certain number of times she'd fall to he ground, where Valeret could end the fight with a killing blow.

When I finally landed the final blow the boss flew up, up out of the tower on top of the boss room. To escape her fate, to light our home on fire, I don't know, because she didn't get far. Her fiery power defeated, the Fire Emblem turned to one of ice, freezing her in the air, as was the only true way to defeat her.

And so ends part one of the dream. And so also ends the rewritten part of the dream, for I am tired and have other dreams to post.

In part two, I got to be the boss dragon.

After being defeated I had turned over a new leaf due to the efforts of a very nice Valeret, who hadn't enjoyed all the fighting. Now I considered the people living across the electrocuted ocean from my boss room to be my friends, because they made me see reason that destruction wasn't the way.

It turns out the reason they needed to defeat me was that when the emblem over my boss room was fire, it scorched the lands around their home and made them unlivable. The ocean would sometimes flood the area too and electrocute anything in its path. When the emblem was ice the ocean froze, protecting them from it, and the formerly scorched lands were able to thrive. The only way to change the emblem to ice was to defeat me, which stopping my destruction had been a nice bonus.

Well.

People from the opposite direction of those lands needed the emblem to be fire for their water sports. Trivial, but it was all they cared about. They tried to take me under their proverbial wing and convince me to turn the emblem back to fire. I didn't know my friends' lands revolved around the ice emblem, so I agreed because these other people were annoying and I wanted them to leave me alone.

I returned home to my boss room and beyond to the lands of my new friends only to discover the havoc that the fire emblem had wrought. I was still weak enough to be considered defeated if I got hurt somehow, so I dove into the ground to defeat myself and turn the emblem back to ice.

As expected, the other people didn't like that, so they gave me something to strengthen me against my will. With that I was powerful again, and the emblem changed back to fire. I was so angry that I went back to the lands of the people obsessed with their sports and was intent on destroying it. Screw turning over a new leaf—I was doing this for my friends, and I was powerful enough to do it.

Turns out the Mechanical Sea between my boss room and the lands of the other people was treacherous, full of great machines with missiles and lasers. I flew higher to avoid them, but ran into guardians from Breath of the Wild. I had three of them focusing their lasers on me at once, and no matter how powerful I was I didn't want to see the consequences of that. I went back to my boss room and waited for my friends to come defeat me once again.

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[scartale-an-undertale-au]

it was about damn time that I would post scar’s background. obviously she has the new set of clothing and glasses, but this is the basics. sorry for not looking the most amazing, drew it a while ago.

Original name, Yam. Female. 21-22. human. originally from a world with no magic or monsters.

-  Was born with eyes dark as void. Scared her parents shitless.

-  Has the ability to see rips in the reality, tried to tell her parents but they just said that she was imagining things.

-  Was tested for blindness or any kind of disability. Nothing was amiss. Sees perfectly well.

Where it all begun.

-  Was walking with her mother when she was eight in the park when she saw an extremely big rip and tugged her mother excitedly to it, telling her how you could see stars and galaxies from the rip. Mother got annoyed and told her to stop being a baby and stop imagining things that were not there when someone bumped into her, causing the woman to topple forward and send Yam through the rip.

-  Yam got up from falling to find herself in a barren field. Confused, she rushed back through the rip in hopes to get back to the park, but found herself in a wooden house, scaring the residents who were just seated to eat supper.

-  Terrified and alone, she began searching for a way home, travelling many realities and after the initial shock faded, she found magic and went to people to teach her magic.

Eleven years later.

-  Finally, she managed to get back to her reality, only to find out that the moment that she had left it, all memory of her was overwritten. Her parents and friends forget everything about her.

- Devastated, she stayed there for a week before realizing that she couldn't do it and went back to travelling, casting her name and calling herself 'scar' because of the scar she has over her back.

Discovery.

- Later, she finds an old book in a giant library timeline with the title ‘Matrix - reality bending tips’ and immediately took it, too excited about the prospect of bending reality and getting her old world to remember her to care about stealing. But even after studying the book for two years, she didn’t manage to even use the simplest of the spells. Annoyed but not wanting the book to fall into the wrong hands, she kept it with her.

Ghosty.

- At one point she met a ghost, who was the only who remembered her and so became her companion and helped her with access to the spirit world when she needed advice or was there when she became too lonely.

THE SCARTALE TIMELINE (optional)

-  She was at a sci-fi timeline that had virtual reality games on it. Undertale was one of the usual console games and after getting warm recommendations, she played it and fell in love with Frisk and Chara, especially after reading more of the lore and learning as much as possible about the game.

-  She begun to wonder how would it be to get into that reality and if one of the rips would lead to it. Someone apparently heard her since someone had approached her to try on a new virtual reality set for Undertale that had new features on it. She agreed, excited to play as Frisk, and tried it on.

-  She found herself in front of the menu box and clicked START. She wrote ‘Scar’ as the requested name, wondering why it hadn’t said to name the fallen child, and pressed CONTINUE.

-  Extreme pain had then engulfed her and she felt as if she was getting ripped apart and then stitched back in a very wrong way. She finally passed out and woke up to find herself in the fields outside mount ebott.

-  Shocked and fearful, she searched for the equipment placed on her and when she felt only her skin, began to panic. She took off her glasses to search for any rips in space, and tried to go through one that she had found only to feel extreme pain envelop her and she was pushed back from it. She was really scared now since her getaway plan had failed, the one thing that was a constant in all her travels had just turned unpassable.

-  Left with no choice, she made her way to the mountain, wondering if she was playing as Frisk now and the way to get back was to beat the game. But when she reached the mountain, she saw a slightly different looking from the game sprite Frisk (longer hair and open eyes with a tanned skin rather than yellow) walk up the mountain. Curious, she followed and saw as Frisk investigated the hole and tripped and then fell. She went to rush after them, but was stopped by Ghosty. She realized that if she interrupted Frisk’s journey, it could have pretty bad repercussions, so she decided to see what she could find out about this reality that she was stuck on.

-  As frisk goes through their journey, scar gets more frustrated since this reality keeps returning back in time. She had to do her research again sometimes or would have to talk to the same people again. She even lost sleep since she would sleep and it returned to an hour before she even went to sleep. She was annoyed and when a man was demanding her to pay for her, she murmured the first spell in her mind and a bag of coins fell from her hand. She and the man stared at it for a very long time and she then shakily shrugged, trying to laugh it up.

-  She then tried again the spell and with her glasses off, she suddenly could see rows of the same language as the virtual reality games had in times and found that she could somewhat understand it.- 

Apparently the reality bending book was actually a book to manipulate code. She began to experiment with the book and found herself a place to stay at and with an identity in this reality.

-  When Frisk emerged with the monsters, she cheered and went to check on Frisk, wanting to welcome the monsters and help them since she was always so curious about how the pacifist ending would go.

-  Instead of a curious child that she had seen entering the mountain, she saw a broken one, with body mutilated. Horrified, she accessed Frisk’s code and found a virus with corrupted DT and Void, a copied data that lived in the same body as Frisk. Void told her through the code about the lack in DT which had led to the creation of the scars and the virus’ birth at Asgore’s battle.

-  She grew protective of Frisk and swore to make sure that she would make the integration of the monsters into the human world the easiest as possible. So she then begun to alter code of some high-up people. She knew she couldn’t just go to each person and alter their code so she had to pray that they would accept the monsters like the government.

-  She wondered over getting into Frisk’s life since she understood them the most, having played the game several times already. She then decided that she would just intervene if something really bad happens since she felt like she shouldn’t intrude.

-  apparently , code-based realities are prone to be invaded by viruses or timeline-hopping monsters trying to gain access to the code to take over the place. Scar would take care of those pretty easily luckily. There were only three incidents.

-  She watches over Frisk and since she knew Chara was there from ghosty and the strange extra code to frisk’s SOUL, she is now constantly without her glasses so she could see codes and now Chara.

Abilities

She has proper hang on lightning and fire magic, struggles with summoning spells. Wants to learn healing but is only able to sooth pain over small cuts.

Can see rips in space.

In Scartale she can see code and is able to alter it after reading the book.

Personality

-  Mostly seen as a bright person, but in all honestly she just tries to be positive so as to not feel like a lost little child.

-  has an excitable personality like getting awed by simple things, curious as hell, liking to just goof around and not work. She literally prefers just to sit in the middle of a barren battlefield and create small skeletons and watch them run around than actually doing something with her knowledge and magic.

-  She likes drawing and writing but is too lazy to actually purchase the materials and create.

-  Hates to be alone and so in each reality she enters, she finds the nearest child and gives him a big hug. She sometimes forgets to ask for a permission and has to flee from the group because of yells of kidnapper or creep.

-  She wants to help people but hates criticism to herself, makes her feel worse.

-   Contradicts herself a lot. But promises are promises.

-   An old lady that tried to teach her to voodoo told her she was an immature brat and if she wanted to be a great witch, that she needed to grow up. Scar took offence to that and ran away, only later realizing that the woman was right. She tries to be more mature now, but reverts to her excitable nature the moment she loses focus… which happens all the time.

-   When she develops a connection to someone, she will feel compelled to do everything in her power that they will be happy. It made her do some questionable actions but she didn't care. (example: frisk and chara. ghosty.)

-  She had grown lonelier after finding her home reality, being in a depressed state until she had met ghosty. Now can have bouts of depression if left alone for too long, hence why she always tries to be busy.