#healing power of music or whatever but god damn

[skippingseaglass]

i have at least 4 hours total in my persona 3 reload save wasted singing color your night past 10 pm but like i was enjoying myself so guess that's the point of it all huh

[thegeminisage]

long ass post major spoilers tldr i beat it

ok, i've got an hour, time to get started on the end of this game 😤

first straight to lookout landing to introduce purah and mineru.......

or no wait since im here and havent done it in awhile ill swing by the great fairy. if theres any armor i can possibly upgrade i really need to do that lol

okay there isn't really. lol. after pikmin 4 i am gonna need to farm so many materials......

okay, i cooked some food but i dont actually have anything useful so most of it is just atk up/def up/health refills. only a few anti-gloom foods, which is sure to get my ass kicked...

now i guess i just........dive in...................................

im nervous.

i dont have a lot of weapons and bows rn either but whatever ig!!! surely nintendo will provide. i have the master sword fused with one of the light dragon parts so she can fight with me in every possible way!!! also i think the durability wont be affected when it's in its glow mode which it will be down there

thunderstorm as i walk up to the castle lol. classic

alright. WELL. geronimo.

wow that really is. a long way down. okay.

okay hold on wait there's a spot missing on my map. do i get a fucking lightroot down here? i just check. it is so high up. probably unclimbable. do i need to dive again? i'm diving again. fast traveling to the shrine above this time

the bg ambience down here is fucking freaky btw

ok, i got it this time. whew.

back down i go. yeesh.

my neighbors pick NOW to mow their lawn. fuck me sideways

oh im already one heart lost. this floor is COVERED in gloom...

THE FIGHT MUSIC THO...damn

ugh, four hearts down and only two recovery items...yikes. i'm gonna get my ass beat fr but i don't have time to go farm sundelions nor do i want to rn

i can't figure out where to go. i went down a hole with monsters bc that seemed like the only route but now i can't find a way to proceed

did my sword just RING at me??????

fi girl what is going on

oh fuck me there's a gloom lynel

okay yeah no. this isn't gonna work. i need to fucking go farm fucking sundelions. UGH im so mad about it

okay. farmed. going to cook. jesus fuck

COOKED. warping back to the lightroot. bet that mf lynel refilled its stupid health

it did.

I GOT HIM.......ohhh it broke my sword to do it :( i didnt know it could break when it was powered up like that. but i got him...

but now where do i...?

this doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm just heading back into the depths. probably fought that lynel for no reason at all. but i'm scared to look up a walkthru bc of spoilers :(

ok, i did find a guide and i think this is the right way? im scrolling down like one line at a time lol

THE POWER OF A SAGE CANNOT REACH YOU??? OH THIS IS DEFINITELY THE RIGHT WAY

it was way too crowded with all of them but now i feel verrry alone

I FOUND HANDS................

ohhhh i do not want to fight phantom ganon in this gloom covered arena. i do not want to

but with no sages...i can't get across without engaging...

OKAY. THE GOOD NEWS. KILLED THE HANDS. THE BAD NEWS. PHANTOM GANON CHASED ME UP TO THIS HIGH SPOT

GOT HIS ASS!!!! gibdo bone arrows you motherFUCKER

ok, i got across the room...

wait. this looks familiar

THE MUSIC!!!! THIS IS IT THIS IS WHERE I STARTED..................

GLOOM REDEADS!!!!! not today motherfuckers. im not getting jumped im NOT getting jumped

the murals...i can blow up the rocks now

OH MY GODDD.....

the imprisoning war, zelda healing the sword, and becoming a dragon...she WALKED RIGHT PAST THESE with her ALREADY HAVING DONE IT in the past, not knowing she was about to do it again in her own future...oh my god im gonna be SICK

oh that is a big hole.

WAIT...THIS IS THE HOLE SHE FELL DOWN........

WHY IS THE MUSIC DOING THIS...im scared someone come hold my hand

oh my god. the torch zelda dropped is at the bottom of this hole.

im picking it up and im fucking giving it back to her

it JUST keeps going down....

oh god another big jump. OKAAAYYYYY

what IS that..............

DEMON ARMY??? BY MYSELF?????

OH MY GODDDDDDD MY BESTIES!!!! THE GANG IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me im welling up. ive never been more glad for a crowded screen

got my master sword back. fused with zelda's horn. refilled my health. THIS IS ITTTTTT

ROUND TWO!!!!!! IM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHINGGGG

round three is redeads. i am afraid of some things actually

im not getting jumped. i am NOT getting jumped. ive been playing this game for 200 hours and they havent got close enough to jump me yet i AM NOT GETTING JUMPED.

oh my god this music is AMAZINGGGG

AND I DIDN'T GET JUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ROUND FOUR!!!!! bring it bring it bring it

BOSS RUSH?

oh my god no...NOOOO my besties.........

i'm alone again :( and with seven minutes until my sword recharges...

ah. i can't save here

oh my god THERE HE IS!!!!!!

the music...

dehydrated voice is so much better

OHHHH MY GOD HE DRANK SOME WATER.....THIS IS FROM THE TRAILERS........

does he have black nail polish on his fingers AND TOES? get it girl

THEY REVIVIED MY MASTER SWORD.......

zelda's with me 😭😭😭 this one's for you babygirl

this music is so quiet and sinister wtf...........

is he. IS HE FLURRY RUSHING ME??

THAT'S MY TRICK, YOU CAN'T DO THAT.........

phase one DOWN. eat gibdo bone my guy

DEMISE FORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM ABSOLUTELY WAILING THEYRE PLAYING THE OOT GANONDORF MUSIC LIKE IM GENUINELY WELLING UP

HIS HEALTH BAR?????????????????????????????????????????

TULIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! right as the botw theme plays omg

YUNOBOOOOOO

SIDON AND RIJU.........ONE MORE

AND MINERU!!!! there she IS!!!!! six on one babey

HALFWAY THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cutscene reward

no no no not my besties again

DID HE JUST BREAK MY HEARTS FR???

ohhh the calamity ganon theme!!!

hylian shield badly damaged. GREAT.

i can't get him with my sword. he always does that slowmo thing backwards. but i CAN get him with my lynel bow and gibdo arrows >:)

she died as she lived: running away from the bad guy and shooting at him over her shoulder

GOT HIS ASS!!!!!

OHHHH HE'S GONNA SWALLOW IT...........

i knew this was coming bc of spoilers but it's still incredible. that man just put his whole fist down his throat 😳

compare that to the dainty way zelda swallowed hers lol...

DID THIS MF JUST EAT ME???

wait...his dragon form...is just the calamity???

TIME?? LOOP??????????????

the tune from the trailers........

oh my god okay he's a normal dragon. i was about to start having heart palpitations

i just STRAIGHT UP. for real burst into tears. i have to pause

zelda came to help me................................you go 200 hours thinking she doesn't know or remember you but she RESCUED me she CAUGHT ME.........she's so little compared to him oh god.......

AM I CONTROLLING HER?? WE'RE FLYING TOGETHER...........

accidentally jumped off.

THE MUSIC. THE SAXOPHONE. I'D GIVEN UP ON EVER SEEING IT AGAIN THAT'S GOTTA BE MY MF BINGO

i'm literally crying too much to fight him rn

oh man landing on his back hurts me...how tf am i supposed to get him

one weak spot down. three to go. she literally catches me...literally there's saxophone...

two more! every time she catches me i start bawling again. this is so embarrassing like there are literally tears on my face as i play this. i didn't know she was gonna do that. i knew he turned into a dragon but i didn't know she was gonna help me

she is literally still in there after 10,000 years. her 100 in hyrule castle must feel like nothing in comparison

man and him in the ouroboros position every time...

BLOOD MOON????

RIGHT INTO HIS FOREHEAD JUST LIKE WIND WAKER

bro i am FUCKING sobbing

dark beast ganon theme.

HOLY SHIT...THE EXPLOSION....IS EVERYBODY OKAY??????

oh my god oh my GOD...THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE HER

ARE GONNA CHANGE HER BACK

his arm..............

I CAUGHT HER.......FINALLY.......CATHARSIS...................

IN HIS AAAAAARMS

OH GOD FI......

quest status find princess zelda: complete. i'm losing it. i found her. fucking found her.

she's HOME.

CREDITS ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im trying to collect myself during this time. when i say i am fucking sobbing i am not exaggerating. i am boohoo wailing with tears rolling down my fucking face. legend of zelda tears of ME because of this GAME!!!!!!!

i dont even care that they broke the lore. ok i do care a lot actually but whatever. whatever.

THE CREDITS ARE SO GOOD..........all the shots of link touching people's hands!!!!!!!!!!

AND THEIR HANDS FIXING ZELDA.....

AND CATCHING HERRRRRRRRR

the end...........

OH POST CREDITS CUTSCENE.......

mineru....there goes mom #4, twice

NOOOO IF SHE CRIES IM GONNA GET STARTED AGAIN

oh my god. that was amazing

this is my first time seeing the title screen. i haven't closed the game once since may 12

oh my god that was AMAZING. i am sitting here in total awe!!!!!!!

NOW i can finally enjoy zeldatube again.....i can hear all the theories........i can pirate this mf SOUNDTRACK HOLY SHIT. but first i gotta update my bingo board

wow. what a game

[made-some-ki-points]

Character Ideas Day 11: Zealot Barbarian

A lifelong nomad in an ancient forest, you love and cherish both the land and your connection to the nature god. You were never fully a holy caster, but you always considered the deity a friend, all throughout your time wandering the forests. When you woke up one morning though, you see fire above you and ash below you, a group of artificers wandering through and blazing down the ancient home. Terrified and enraged, you lash out at them and kill them, feeling a surge of power from your friend course through you. Now, they assure you that you are a valuable asset of theirs, and that you should take the rage of nature far beyond its current bounds. For their sake, you’re more than happy to. 

The child of world famous bards, your ambitions seemed set from the moment you were born. You’d be the next big thing, a new massive performer and idol the world over, and when you were a teenager, your parents shipped you off to a bardic conservatory to learn how to do just that. You started out promising, learning just how to play in a new and exciting way. But about a year into your studies, you hit an infuriating plateau. Nothing worked, nothing got better, your art stagnated in a way that made you simply want to quit, or even rage. Every time it happened, you tossed an angry word at the effigy of the god of music, increasing in their creativity every time. Somehow, your greatest strings of progress seemed to happen when you were enraged, and you could almost swear the statue was smiling at you. You know your skill set is strange, but you’re progressing regardless, and now, many are excited to see what exactly you have in store.

A low level worker at a temple for the god of death, you have heard truly vile remarks being thrown in the direction of undeads. You don’t see the problem, going out of your way to help them with their transition back to life regardless of the ire it earns you at work. Eventually, you commune with the god and ask if they really think that way, if you really should stop. They are instantly offended, and imbue their rage at the idea into you, instructing you to destroy the temple from the inside out. You’re reluctant, but you do, and now you’re on the run with only a single divine figure, and many, many undead, on your side. 

As a barely willing sacrifice to the god of pain and suffering, you were trained to take as many hits as possible, but never let your pain end by death. You are talented, beyond capable in the field, but you are never helped by the people who trained you, instead being revered for being in pain. A few short days ago, you mounted an escape, and are now searching for healing, your power be damned. When you find a healing caster though, you find your powers are perfectly intact, you gain a rage anew, and set out to hurt the group that made you needlessly suffer. 

You were the child of a royal taken by a dragon when you were young, held captive in a tower for many years. It kept you alive to continue feeding on adventurers, and you don’t terribly mind your new situation. In fact, you’re even talking to the dragon god, exchanging small talk to keep you busy. Eventually, you got bored of sitting and waiting, and asked the dragon god what to do. Elated, they teach you basic combat and provide you with plenty of power to help your captor turned roommate get some good food. This latest party is just... Damned hard to kill. Fine, you’ll go off with them, if for nothing else than to figure out what exactly they’re doing.

You are a well paid and well funded assassin who recently began working for a divine figure of destruction, tasked with taking apart a person’s life slowly and carefully through whatever means necessary. People look for a motive, a tragedy in your past to explain the pain you inflict. There is none, no motive, no reason. Honestly, you’re just having a grand old time.

During the chaos running away from a dragon attack, you were blinded by looking too hard and the breath cascading down from the gaping maw. Despertare to get out alive, you call out to the god of perseverance and light, begging them to give you strength. They answer, filling you with wild power and causing you to be an accidental symbol of town hope. Now, you travel to find others who need you, still not fully understanding the “bursts of adrenaline” you’re being provided.

You are the parent of a child with terrible night terrors, usually ending with screaming or crawling into your bed to sleep. Sick of seeing your child hurting, you approach the god of nightmares in a rage, asking what you can do to stop it. To your horror it offers you a deal. You can take on the powers of nightmares, which allow you untold strength in exchange for dark and violent hallucinations, and the god will leave your child alone forever. You take the deal without question, and soon enough, find yourself a completely different person, even if your child is free.

You are a slapstick comedian in a well loved troupe, finding a new way to get your ass kicked on stage for profit every week. Soon, you’ve grown a massive following that, to your shock, includes the trickster god. They rave about your performance when you meet, and offer you a way to improve your routine. They can give you a way to die more fully than before, making you practically unkillable when you enter what they call a “performance state.” You didn’t exactly sign up for full blown rages, but you actually find it incredibly fun. And what the hell, joining a party sounds fun too.

At first, you were petrified to meet the community of your Orcish partner. But, when you arrived in their encampment, everyone seemed to love you, giving you gifts and holy symbols and insisting you meet their war god. Desperate not to make a bad impression, you agree, and find out something shocking. You are the first Barbarian to visit this area, and the god quickly offers their help, almost in awe of you. When you agree, you take to the power quickly, but the renown much more slowly, nervous to become so important to your partner’s community so fast. Lots of people are now pushing for a proposal, and the two of you stepped away to talk about it. You’re not opposed, this is just a lot. Maybe some traveling will make you feel better.

[chrisevansjellybeans]

I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

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I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

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“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

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Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

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Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier’s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

---

The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens Gifs Masterlist ❤ - part 1

!!! Because Tumblr has a link limit in one post, the list is divided into two.

This is part 1, part 2 with Season 2 Episodes, Opening Title, Deleted Scenes, Parallels and annotations, Manips, Collections, BTS, Promos, Interviews and other is here.

Show:

(general tag for show gifs is goodomensedit)

S1 Episode 1

Earth creation

Crowley tempts Eve

Crowley’s wings come up

Crowley (Crawley) introduces himself

It’s ineffable

Didn’t you have a flaming sword?

Adam and the lion

I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing.

It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?

The first rain starts and Aziraphale shields Crowley

Hastur and Ligur coming from the ground

Hastur and Ligur coming to the cemetery

Hastur and Ligur meet Crowley at the cemetery

Crowley signs the contract

Crowley leaving the cemetery

Crowley cursing after learning about Arrmageddon

Aziraphale getting sushi

It’s sushi

It's miracle he hasn't spotted you yet

I’m just also here with the President

You’ve left your lights on

Crowley getting called ‘Doctor’ 

Crowley’s ‘Yup’

Sister Mary Loquacious examines the Antichrist

Table tennis

The wrong baby being wheeled away

We need to talk

Celessstial harmoniesss

No more old bookshops

Aziraphale saying no

Aziraphale is invited to lunch and remembers 1793 crêpes

That was scrumptious

Get thee behind me, foul fiend

Hastur coming behind the satanic nuns

What about our reward?

Aziraphale savours the wine

My point is... dolphins

What are they putting in bananas these days?

Eternityyy

The Sound of Music

The bottles filling back up

Crowley and Aziraphale become undrunk

Crowley’s hypnotizing snek eyes

See a wile, ya' thwart, am I right?

We'd be godfathers

Godfathers, I’ll be damned

The Nanny

The Gardener

Nanny sings the lullaby

A and C entering the Heaven/Hell office building

They don’t suspect a thing

A and C meet very inconspicuously on a bus

AC on the bus - what if he comes into his full power

Aziraphale decides to do magic at the party

Michael’s fluffy hair detail

Aziraphale’s coin trick 

Harry the Rabbit

Wrong boy

Crowley complaining about memos

We’re doomed

S1 Episode 2

Pornography

Sandalphon - Sodom and Gomorrah

I didn’t mean to fall

Agnes - Thou art tardy

Agnes - burning and the explosion

The Them discuss witches

Anathema arrives to Tadfield

Crowley - Easy job

Crowley and the plants

Crowley’s hips in his flat

A child has been lost

Crowley and Aziraphale bicker about driving speed

Bebop

Flawless

For my money it was just an ordinary cock-up

Big spooky fan, me

A and C are shot

Crowley scares the paintball guy

Crowley removes the stain on Aziraphale’s coat

Don’t your lot disapprove of guns?

Crowley changes the painball guns into real ones

The wall slam

Crowley uses a miracle on Mary Hodges

Luck of the devil

He had a lovely little toesie-woesies

I'm not occult

Let there be light

Oh Lord, heal this bike

Whatever water slides off + ducks

Crowley glaring glarefully

Aziraphale’s shortbread tin

Mind how you go

S1 Episode 3  

Eden - God asks Aziraphale about the flaming sword

Noah Ark - The animals

Noah Ark - A and C about the flaming sword

Noah Ark - Crowley’s eyebrow

Noah Ark - Not the kids, you can’t kill kids

Noah Ark - How kind

Noah Ark - Are you going to say ‘ineffable’?

Noah Ark - Oy, Shem! 

Crucifixion - Crawley changed to Crowley

Crucifixion - Be kind to each other

Rome - Aziraphale hears Crowley’s voice

Rome - What else I’m going to be, an aardvark?

Rome - Aziraphale tempts Crowley

Arthurian - Sir Aziraphale wants to meet the Black Knight

Arthurian - Spreading foment

Shakespeare - Crowley pushing the pull door

Shakespeare - He’s behind you!

Shakespeare - What does your friend think?

Shakespeare - Come on, Hamlet, buck up

Shakespeare -  Age does not wither

Shakespeare - Up to no good

Shakespeare - The Arrangement

Shakespeare - Toss you for Edinburgh

Shakespeare - Hamlet needs a miracle

Bastille - Aziraphale sees Crowley

Bastille - Aziraphale was peckish and has standards

Bastille - I was reprimanded last month

Bastille - Crowley removes Aziraphale’s chains

Bastille - What about if I buy you lunch?

Victorian - Sauntered vaguely downwards

Victorian - I like pears

Victorian - Do ducks have ears?

Victorian - Obviously

Church - Do not buy Betamax

Church - A. tells them they’ve been played for suckers

Church - Aziraphale finds out he’s been played

Church - Aziraphale’s surprised face detail

Church - Sorry, consecrated ground

Church - Mr. Anthony J. Crowley, your fame precedes you

Church - Aziraphale finds out about ‘Anthony’

Church - The famous Mr. Crowley?

Church - What does the ‘J’ stand for?

Church - You won’t enjoy dying or what comes after

Church - It'd take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it

Church - Crowley saves the books

60s - Young Shadwell asking Crowley if he’s a witch

60s - Young Shadwell stops Crowley

60s - You go too fast for me, Crowley

60s - Aziraphale’s tartan cravat detail

Anxious Aziraphale rehearsing what he’ll say to Heaven

The Witchfinder Army

Crowley meeting Shadwell

Witchfinder General on TV

Keeps me on my toes

Gabriel’s eyes detail

Elvis

I won't be forgiven. Not Ever.

I don’t even like you

We’re on opposite sides

Bandstand breakup

Have a nice doomsday

Nuclear reactor acting weird

S1 Episode 4  

Gabriel insists about the War - otherwise how would we win it

I’m soft

Gabriel asks Aziraphale about the flaming sword

Michael shows Gabriel the Earth observation files

Michael’s conversation with Ligur

Crowley and the astronomy floating pages

I only ever asked questions

Newt sees the UFO

Pepper muses about whales

Newt faints

One big avocado

Crowley invented selfies

Warlock - You smell like poo

Hastur - He said that I smelled of poo

So long, sucker!

Aziraphale dancing

Demons dancing

Aziraphale telephones Crowley

You’ve got the wrong shop

Oh... fuck

S1 Episode 5 

Do I look like I run a bookshop?

Crowley in the burning bookshop p1

Crowley in the burning bookshop p2

Aziraphale appears in Heaven

Aziraphale in Heaven realizes that he can posses people

I never asked to be a demon

Crowley in the pub - Aziraphale appears

I lost my best friend

Look, souvenir!

Death meets the other three

Aziraphale waves at Tracy in a mirror

The southern pansy

Crowley’s lecture on M25 in Hell

On M25 - Hastur how was your time in voicemail?

If you've got to go, then go with style!

Aziraphale, Tracy, Shadwell flying

Dog in the basket

Crowley and R.P. Tyler part1 and part2

S1 Episode 6

‘Crowley‘ is brough in front of the jury in Hell

Nice dress, suits you

Army human

Bentley explodes

I’m having a moment here

Lick some serious butt

Aziraphale tries to shoot Adam

Adam separates Aziraphale and Madame Tracy

Dagon encouraging the troops

Book girl, catch

Aziraphale starts telling everybody how he met Crowley

Gabriel and Beelzebub appear at the airfield

Lord Beelzebub, what an honour

A says ‘Um, ahem...’ and the details of C’s and G’s faces

God does not play games with the universe

Gabriel and Beelzebub compaining to each other

A and C’s cheeky grin detail and separate details

We are fucked! + detail

Come up with something or I'll never talk to you again

Aziraphale and Crowley with wings in the time bubble

You’re human incarnate

Aziraphale, Adam, Crowley hand holding

Adam rejects Satan

If we’d been at all competent

We’re on our own side

Anathema asking about Dick Turpin

Hastur calling Michael wank-wings

I’m the Archangel Fucking Gabriel

Shut your stupid mouth and die already

A enjoys the bath in Hell detail

A in Hell asks for a rubber duck

C enjoys the Hellfire in Heaven

Adorable nose scrunch detail

Swap back

Let me tempt you to a spot of lunch?

Aziraphale’s wiggle

Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing

To the world

Ritz ending

Continue to part 2 :).

(last updated 30.12.2023)

[colossal-fallout]

[ Classified ]

The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

For your eyes only.

Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

[jaskiersvalley]

Ooo, I would love to see more of Jaskier traveling with Lambert and Adrian that sounds like it would be fun

This is probably a little different to what you had in mind (I think this ask was off the back of the fic where Geralt doesn’t compliment Jaskier and so Lambert threatens to take him away). However, this idea has been bugging me for a good week and you gave me the perfect excuse to write it <3

Another Lifetime

The pogroms were getting worse, anti-Witcher sentiments had never been higher. Somehow, the most dangerous thing on the Path was no longer the monsters and creatures, it was humans. Over the course of a few years, following Nilfgaard's victory, the number of Witchers dwindled, they started seeking each other out and Kaer Morhen, unexpectedly, became a safe haven once more.

Come spring, nobody seemed eager to leave. They were all on edge, waiting for someone else to make a move. Not even Eskel, usually so dedicated to his role in the world, made a move to get back on the Path. Vesemir wasn't urging them either which was perhaps an even more damning piece of evidence.

"We can't just keep hiding up here," Lambert raged. "The fuckers are only going to come again."

It was the sad truth, the world wasn't safe for Witchers, not even when they retreated from the world to try and carve out their own little corner to exist in. They were running out of options, it was no longer a question of enjoying life, it was a fight for survival and the right to live.

"There may be a solution," Yennefer offered. It wasn't an option she gave lightly or even wanted to try but it was looking like the only possible way out. "The world isn't equipped to deal with Witchers. So we take you out the equation. Leave it maybe 200 years before you come back."

Time travel wasn't a possibility, they all knew that and Lambert was about to scoff when Jaskier piped up.

"That kind of magic hasn't been done in a long time. What you propose, you'll need Fae help with it."

"Just as well your heritage is enough."

The plan was hatched, it if could be called a plan. A sleeping draught to keep the Witchers in stasis until the world was ready for them again, Witchers nothing but a myth of the past and they would be free to live as they pleased. Given his Fae blood, Jaskier wouldn't need to be put to sleep, he, Yennefer and a few other sorceresses would become the sleeping Witcher's guardians. They put word out, the last few stragglers arrived at Kaer Morhen. There weren't many of them left, the four Wolves, a handful of Vipers led by Letho, a few Cats and the last Griffin. Plus Ciri who was seen to be as good as a Witcher by most, and Cahir who left Nilfgaard, risking his life for love.

Potion brewed, one last night together in the halls of Kaer Morhen before it became silent again, the guardian of sleeping Witchers and friends. One by one they drank the potion, snuggled up with their loved ones and trusted the promise that they'd wake to a better world. That the sorceresses could shape the future in a way that there was a place in the world for them.

First to wake was Lambert. It took a little while to rouse, and when he did, he frowned. The room wasn't in Kaer Morhen, he wasn't in the embrace of his lovers. Stumbling out, he found himself in a little cottage in the middle of some woods. There was not a soul in the area for miles. It took him a few days of trekking until he got to the edge of civilisation and what a sight that was. Houses like he'd never seen before, lights without fires, carriages without horses. It was bewildering, terrifying. And he was all alone. People gave him a wide berth when he tried to ask where he was, nobody seemed to care but also didn't want to help. So maybe not so much had changed in the 200 years or however long it was.

Music caught his attention. It wasn't like any he'd heard before but the voice was familiar. It was Jaskier. How he ended up in a small box was beyond Lambert but at least the owner of the tavern took some pity on him and sent him on his way with some knowledge. Jaskier lived somewhere in Redania still and, if Lambert's suspicions were right, he would be in Lettenhove still.

Thankfully he was right. The mansion had changed a lot over the years but it was still just as gaudy as ever. What hadn't changed was the welcome he got, Jaskier throwing himself at Lambert in a hug.

"We lost track of you. Welcome home!"

It turned out, Kaer Morhen was going to be destroyed. The locals had had enough of being so close to Witchers and had planned to raid it. Thankfully Triss had caught wind of it before it could happen and the sorceresses had decided that the safest thing would be to disperse and hide their sleeping charges. Except, 200 years was a long time and, after so many moves and helpers taking on the role of guardians, they accidentally lost track of who was where.

On the plus side, they were all in positions of power. Not forefront public figures but the important ones in the background who actually made things happen. Yennefer had quite the hold on the local political landscape, Triss was the one who held sway over education, Tissaia had the criminal underworld in a tight grip while Sabrina made a move into law making. It was quite the tidy setup because Lambert found himself with all the right paperwork and even qualifications within a matter of days to start his new life. Except, he didn't want a new life, not without his family. So he pestered Jaskier to write songs that, if heard, would lead the others back home too. Something about roads taking someone home to the place they belonged. Anything to get the family back together.

Aiden was next, still yawning as he stumbled in, having only been on the other side of town, in a badly sealed off cellar. He'd quiet terrified the family who lived there, knocking down their wall and strolling out while looking like some re-enactment enthusiast or general all round odd person. His reunion with Lambert was somewhat bittersweet, the two of them were together but they were still missing half of their partners. Eskel and Cahir were nowhere in reach.

One by one, over the course of the next ten years, Witchers returned home. They were all given the same warm welcome and helped to settle into life. Geralt and Jaskier were inseparable, married as soon as they could organise a wedding. Letho and his merry gang dispersed into the wind as soon as they could, eager to live a life without constraint. Rumour had it, Letho became Tissaia's righthand man and excelled at the job.

With Eskel's return, Lambert's heart healed a little more. All the Witchers turned up. About a hundred years later Ciri arrived too. Only Cahir was missing. They searched for him to no avail. Their hopes and memories dwindled. In a way, Lambert was glad he was struggling to remember his partner's scent, it made waking up without it in their bed just a little easier.

Technology moved on, the Continent was becoming better connected. While Aiden took to it better than duck to water, Lambert found himself preferring to stick to more manual work. His little mechanics shop had become quite the trusted hub. Eskel helped out from time to time but he ended up running some kind of website for cryptid hunters - something about it being part of his research. Of the three of them, Eskel was the one who couldn't give up on Cahir. Ever after hundreds of years, he kept his flame of hope alive.

When Eskel went missing with just a note to say he'll be back, Lambert did panic. It took Aiden pointing out Eskel's website updates to think that maybe things were okay. The only thing Lambert had to hope was that Eskel hadn't dashed out on a fool's errand. The article on the computer was one that could mean anything.

The Slumbering God Stirs

It was a piece about some strange sect that worshipped a sleeping god who would bring either destruction or divine blessings upon waking. And it seemed that he was going to wake up soon, whatever that meant. Lambert didn't want to think about how people assessed when a god was about to wake. In his life, there were no gods, only men who were scared or without purpose, desperate to find meaning to their existence.

Four days later, the familiar sound of Eskel's truck pulling up in front of the house. Lambert and Aiden were falling over themselves, wanting to figure out just what their partner had gone and done. They didn't expect a smug look as Eskel sauntered closer to them.

"I brought you something." He jabbed his fingers towards the truck, where the passenger seat was out of view from where it had been pushed to lie down.

Curious, Lambert and Aiden walked closer, peering in through the window. While Lambert froze at the sight, Aiden squealed, pressing up against the window.

"You found him! You found him!"

The door of the truck was almost ripped off in excitement as Lambert yanked it open, leaning in over the sleeping figure.

"Ciri took a hundred years to wake, she's got Chaos in her. Cahir is just a plain old human. You remember how difficult it was to wake up for us after the potion. It will probably take him a few days."

A pair of sleepy eyes blinked up at Lambert, accompanied by a lazy smile. With shaking hands, he lifted Cahir out of the truck, tucking him close against his chest. Eyes burning, Lambert, looked between his partners.

"He's slept for near 500 years. A few more days won't hurt. But we can give him what we didn't have. He can wake up in the arms of his family, knowing that it's all going to be okay."

[farty-city]

inside bo burnham review no one asked for

i enjoy other peoples commentary and i was writing down my first thoughts anyway so here it is

inside

first song/intro song

i like the phone screen on him, very reflective of how we have had phone screens on us

“roberts been a little depressed” osnskjdnfs

they were right “daddys made you some content so open wide” hjbfafn

intro

oh my god he looks awful

but like in a cute way

maybe

healing the world with comedy (second song)

the canned and queued laugher no exactly… is it a symbol or is it just funny.. who's to say. 

it think its a good first song, establishing he knows what he is doing is kind of useless 

“the indescribable power of your comedy”

he looks like marc maron rn

i like the synthed voice and synthesizer

the jesus allusion … yeah

“i'm a special kind of white guy”

this feels like he knows how he is perceived by fans.. Make happy was too much

his fucking dancing fksjdnfksj

i think he did a good job looking manic

the lasers lmao

Side 1

Bo made a huge gamble releasing this like,,, what if you just stumbled upon it and this was ur first introduction to him..

I bet its like when i comment dumb things on instagram comments and get that rush of hehehehe

NO NOT BO DEVELOPING BILLIE EILLISH VOWELS

Also this is exactly what he wanted like,, he just wanted to make his things and not deal with the crowds so..

To think i was like finding scraps of him performing at largo and stuff and now,, so much content

life imitates art

the way he's literally what he wrote hgbkdf

there is no authenticity with cameras

suicide ?

 facetime with my mom tonight

the blue light.. Yeah

o hblue like sad

i don't know how i feel about the electric music but i guess its no different than whatever else i listen to

this is sad wow

still catchy etc

side 2

i wonder if here will be any fart jokes

that is how the world works (songs)

the huge mess and then him in a sweater

this is reminiscent of that walmart muppets

he became tim minchin with a sock puppet

the “yes… yes sir” stoppp 

jkgdsnfijwkensfosnf

qbejfnjne

nerjgnoejns

bo making a political statement and a metaphor for activism and then making it weirdly kinky

brand consultant (bit)

man bun

i have to believe he filmed it with the beard because quarantine vibes and also bc he was tired of being seen as a child

white womans instagram (song)

i did not like that intro

BO AND GLASSES THANK GOD

the daisies wow just wow

underwear

“white womans instagram” or “bo burnham becomes a girlboss”

i like that he didn't lose his cadence like the way the rhymes are you can still tell its him

i don't get the mom part sorry

is it like how people are very superficial but also very personal on their instagrams

this part was legit sad

side 3

i wonder how he felt with cameras constantly on him

Although this is the point hes trying to make

lol seinfeld moment (bit)

unpaid intern (bit and song)

“barely people somehow legal” was so smooth woW

omg he was scatting

he was a man who would scat

oh my god what great news

the react clip omg

i cant believe he did that oh my god

observation/critisism and response to the “can anyone shut the fuck up” 

and as i realized what he was doing he was like “i have this need for everything i make to have a deeper meaning” oh my god

now the question is how long will this go on?

jeffrey bezos (song)

idk its catchy

and then theres him like sleeping and talking which kind of is part of the jeff bezos song

bug eyes salamanders hehe

sexting (song)

i do believe this is just a silly song 

the earrings tho omg

sounds like post malone hbkjdsnfskj

idk its still about like intimacy in quarantine and that stuff..

the knife (bit)

i know hes copying like other youtubers but like,,, what

stuck in a room (song)

the intro is very funny and relatable

classic bo i love it 

i will say this special has been more reflective but i suppose it has to be

“look whos inside again”

i like the end too, this is all a fabrication

this is the clip where hes staring at the projection of himself from his old youtube videos which is sort of more like an ending to the “stuck in my room” song

 sorry (song)

i love the 80’s style music and its like zumba

oh this is like an apology song

“father please forgive me for i did not realise what i did, or that id live to regret it” what a catchy line

i would say this is another more “classic” bo song where its self aware and funny

“my closet it chalk full of stuff that is vaguely shitty” 

camera falling

this deserves its own bullet because its silly

i'm turning 30 (bit and song)

i remember him talking about this on a podcast and like,, damn i didn't know this also happened LOL

i really like how he did the lighting 

“stupid fucking ugly boring children”

suicide talk (1)

this is interesting i like the use of the projection

this is something that could never have happened onstage

just like with the it being projected on him

i guess it could but it would have to be done differently and probably hed have to make it funnier to make it more engaging

intermission

i just checked this is about the halfway point.. Mh

i don't wanna know (song)

“i thought it’d be over by now”

i wish this was longer but i kind of like how its just a little snippet and then the cut

video game (bit)

“i guess i’ll cry again”

“is the dude big or is the room small” lol

hm depression

 feelin like shit (song)

ohh the lighting is fun again

this is the tone shift i suppose

the feels like supalonely and the new kind of music

atl

:(

panic attack 

everything all of the time (song)

feels like brandon rogers 

i enjoy this

this feels like “welcome to youtube” grew up

“a little bit of everything all of the time”

“apathys a tragedy and boredoms a crime”

ok olivia rodrigo

finishing the special (bit)

these feel like diary entries but as standup

interesting choice

jeffery bezos (2)

Why the seaweed suit

Where did he get that

the digital space (bit)

suit up, gather what is needed, and return to the surface

damn

pirate map anfdkjfnskjd

this was so stupid (affectonate)

that funny feeling (song)

the campfire vibes 

kenny loggins

i don't get it..

is it about childhood, is it about the present?

i think its talking about the end of content? 

“the end of culture”, to quote make happy

change and not liking it 

“we were overdue, but it will be over soon”

if the second half of the special is like a panic attack this song is like a momentary pause before it gets worse

“so ive been working on this special”/breakdown 

this was .. uncomfortable and genuine which i'm sure is why he kept it

all eyes on me (song/rant)

another sad thing to watch.. damn

me trying to tell if the audio was from make happy

i think he was trying to make it as if the audio was from make happy 

this feels.. familiar

and obviously that is the point

“come on in the waters fine”

the use of autotune during the talking part... yeah

sad that he was gonna make another special… and it would have been totally different than this

i’ve decided i like the homage to make happy

It feels like hes made peace with it

the montage of him waking up and the “i think i'm done”

and then of course the ending where he's watching it over to remind us that its all fabricated

possible ending song/ “i promise to never go outside again”

ngl he looks good in the shirt with the haircut hehe

which i feel like is what he wants up to notice

and then like not think after we saw all his breakdowns

“i want to hear you tell a joke when no ones laughing in the background”

i really like the medley

Final thoughts

I want a blooper reel, but this doesn't seem like the kind of special

I also wonder if the songs will be on like apple music, but again, doesn't seem like the kind of special

I'm happy for him, he got to be honest and open and show us the sort of panicky stuff

this self aware comedy is exactly the stuff that i think will be making a comeback in the next decade.  John better be pulling up with more deconstructed comedy. 

I hope this has given him peace

[smb3]

Octo Expansion is great rant

This DLC ruled. Great gameplay, great writing, great level design and that ending was better than anything Splatoon has ever done.

And god damn the content of the story, holy shit! Octo Expansion tackles racism in a really smart way and I just had the sudden urge to talk about it here.

Inklings are getting along better with Octolings all the time but the old timer, Captain Cuttlefish, who served in the war the Inklings and Octolings, still doesn’t trust them.

This both shows that Cuttlefish’s prejudice is held over from a war he had to serve in and that the new generation, having not lived through the atrocities of the war, see no reason to hate Octolings. The story is centered around you, Agent 8, Off the Hook (Pearl and Marina) and Captain Cuttlefish.

Marina is an Octoling but thinks no one knows. Pearl however, the person she’s the closest to, is the only one that seems to not be aware. It’s even a double allegory for racism because on top of being an Octoling, Marina is the only dark-skinned character.

Cuttlefish, however, is not so easily swayed. Most of the story is delivered through chatroom messages between the characters and you get to learn more about all their backstory. Pearl and Marina were brought together through the power of music, Cuttlefish comes to accept and understand Marina, realizing that she had nothing to do with the war and simply wants to live her life with her friend.

It’s all about Japan and America’s relationship post WW2.

WW2 wasn’t that long ago and even though I’m not a history buff the important details are there. Growing up, I’d hear from people that were alive during WW2 (or shortly after) about their distrust of the Japanese or actually just anyone Asian. For anyone in my generation though, we’d play video games, watch anime, read manga and more and had no problem with the Japanese people. Why would we?

If that’s not enough, Marina is a synonym for “Harbor”. Pearl and Harbor.

It’s a story about the world healing. It’s a story about sharing media with other cultures, whether it be games or music or whatever, to better understand each other. It’s a story about race and prejudice and wanting to find somewhere to belong and trying to understand each other and help each other understand.

If you haven’t played it, PLAY IT. The missions are set-up Portal-style, a lot of it you can skip if you just want the story and to get to the ending and the ending is OH MY GOD AWESOME. Seriously, this is mechanically the most fun Splatoon campaign ever and it’s a crime that more people haven’t played it.

[missskzbiased]

I Hate That I’m Afraid to Love You (3)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst, Hurt /Confort , Suggestive, Fluff College Au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Au, REALLY Slow burn, Love Square (?)

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader  X Han X OC

WC: ~ 5,0K

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Warnings (general*): Language, Mentions of (Physical abuse, Death/ Loss of Loved One, Child Abandonment/Neglect, Divorce, Toxic Parents, Cancer, Mental disorder, Anxiety Attack)

Notes: I hope you guys like it. Chapter 2’s tags didn’t work TT.TT so I hope this time the tags works… *Sigh* Anyway! This and the next 2 chapters will have more of an angsty feeling to them. If you guys feel that I should put a warning or something like this, please let me know! [Although I think I listed everything on the general warnings]

I’m opened to any feedback! It’s my first fic like this so I know I have a lot to learn yet. Any tips or suggestions are welcomed!

REMINDER: I’m neither a psychologist nor a psychology student.

The next chapters will have some things related to psychology BUT IT’S ALL FROM MY MIND. Please don’t consider it as something a therapist would say.

Also, don’t consider it as a good way to handle any mental illness.

Just as a note, the MC will realize she needs therapy at some point [~chap10], so I’m not trying to show friendship, love or whatever as the solution to mental illness [Though those kind of things can help you out, consider doing therapy if it’s possible]  

Updates: I’ll update it once a week [Tuesdays] because I still have to write the chapters to come and review the ones I already wrote

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    If you knew all it took to get Hyunjin’s head out of his ass was confront him, you would have done it way too sooner.

   You knew you got on his nerve when he came into the classroom without sparing you a glance, his usual mocking self nowhere to be seen. He walked straight ahead to his seat, gliding, his chin slightly upraised as if he felt like a royal member himself, lips quirked up in a carefree way that you knew he was feigning. You shouldn’t feel too good about it, but you felt it anyway.

   Paris noticed something was wrong, her eyes following him amazed, noticing he didn’t try to flirt or tease you at all.

   “Is it just me or he just ignored you?” She asked surprised, her eyes glued to him even when he was already settled on his seat “He didn’t even look here!” Her eyes shot at you, mischievous “What did you do?” she grinned devilishly.

   “Nothing” You shrugged, struggling to keep your smirk off of your face.

    You always said you didn’t really hate Hyunjin and you meant it, but it didn’t mean you were anywhere near to be fond of him in any way. You knew you were being petty and childish, but you couldn’t help it. You weren’t obliged to put up with his guts! He had this infuriating aura around him like he was some kind of god, and it just upsets you to the point you wanted to punch him sometimes. He did nothing wrong, but that was exactly the issue! You hated these kinda movies that pictured the male lead as a perfect little thing that could do all he wanted because he was just amazing... People like this didn’t exist.

   Except that he almost fit that image.

   Now, you weren’t saying he was perfect! He was way too far from that if your opinion had any importance at all. The thing is that he is rich. Okay... But being rich is enough to make you hostile towards someone? Well, it is when this someone doesn’t put a damn effort into anything and you have to work your ass off to get the same results as him. So maybe you were envious? Yeah, maybe. Whatever. You felt wronged when you knew you had to be all work and no play while he could play whenever he wants because he was blessed with a good family.

   It was infuriating.

   Of course, you would be able to get good scores at everything without putting any effort into it if you were tutored back in high school like he was... Of course, you would be able to look charismatic and sassy if you had the time to sleep after your work, instead of studying your ass off so you could keep up your grades and your scholarship... Of course, you would be able to have fun and be relaxed, hence being able to absorb all the information your professors spat out if you didn’t have to live up to everyone’s expectations! And, of course, you would be able to have a good relationship with the university if you were a hell out of a rich girl that could give your damn money to the university and get on everyone’s good side.  

   So maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin’s fault to be able to do things you couldn’t do even if you worked your fingers to the bone... But he and his shitty personality didn’t help his case at all. Maybe if he was a kind guy or something like this, but he was an asshole! He knew how you hated all those things about him, and he would still rub it to your face. He got off on the fact you were miserable compared to him! Every time he could bring up how he was better than you in every aspect (which he wasn’t, really!), he would. Every time he could show you how the professors got on his side just because, he would. Every time he could do something that made you pissed off, he would.

   So maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin’s fault he had everything you worked for.

   But his good for nothing personality was solely his fault.

   And you would hold on it for your dear life.

   “Y/N, could you refresh my memory? What was your feeling’s choice?” Your professor, Mr.Lee, asked in a quiet tone before scratching his white beard, his eyes focused on yours, analyzing your every move. It was kind of invasive every time he looked at you as if he could see your soul, and you wondered if someday you would be like him.

   “It was Hate, sir” You answered firmly, your eyes sharp as a knife when you returned his gaze.

    “Would you care to enlighten us about your choice? Is it too personal?” He asked in a kind tone, letting it be your call. You didn’t understand why he was beating around the bush like this, but you shrugged it off.

    “As I said last week, sir, I think hate can move people to do dreadful things without thinking about the consequences… I believe nothing can beat hate. Not time. Not love” You looked in Paris’ way with an apologetic smile “I guess I made my point clear enough last time” You added, a tight smile on your lips.

   “Yes. Yes, You did… I remember a lot of raising hands to agree with your plea” He acknowledged, his eyes darting to Hyunjin this time “And you, Hyunjin? I believe your answer was also quite defended last Friday” He encouraged. Hyunjin looked back at him, still averting his eyes from you at all costs.

   Your smirk made its way to your lips as you felt superiority’s sweet taste.

   “Yes, it was, sir” He agreed. Even though he didn’t feel like talking to you and seemed… Tense, his voice still hung that endearing power he had, getting everyone’s attention as he opened his mouth to repeat what he said before “Fear is clearly stronger than Hate as it can paralyze people, make them give up on everything… If hate makes you do things you regret, fear also makes you regret things you can’t do” He seemed off as he spoke it, his eyes too focused, his jaw clenched slightly… His arguments got better too, maybe he thought about it since Friday?

   Probably not.                                                                                                                                                                    

   “And I believe no one could agree with Paris, since the classes ended in the best part of our discussion! Paris had a good argument, though, and I happened to hear from Hyunjin himself, that it beat his own” He sang, Paris chirped excitedly, making you chuckle “If any of you were too hungry and lost to remember, she said Love was the strongest feeling because it could beat any other… You could beat fear and hate with it, you could do something out of love or sacrifice yourself by not doing something in the name of love…” His voice hung there, purposely pulling an imaginary string, getting everyone attention as he looked around, the cliffhanger being too hard to ignore.

     “So who was right?” You heard someone asks from the back, your eyes glued to your professor’s smirk as you waited, your breathing withhold on your chest, hoping you could be the one to be right, or at least Paris…

   “No one and every one of them” He announced, proudly. It was needless to say all the holding breaths came out as disappointed sighs, an unknown winner standing for the title you would never get “This exercise isn’t about who is right or wrong… There is no such thing as the most powerful feeling! Every single feeling has a full meaning for that one person that holds it” You rolled your eyes, thinking about how Mr.Lee could be such a good professor and such a bad one. He was bullshitting all of you, and to speak of which—

   “That’s bullshit!” A girl uttered in the front row “Are you saying a patient in love is the same as a patient who wants to kill themselves?! Someone who hates themselves so much they want to be dead… You can’t say it’s not as powerful as some lovesick bast—I mean, person” Okay, so maybe that girl had some hate issues? You saw his eyes lit up as if he was expecting a tantrum.

   “You can’t see a patient who hates himself and say he’s more important than that one fearing something to the point he can’t even get away from his own house… Nor say the one who’s healing themselves with love ─ this being self-love or someone else’s love ─ isn’t as important as your other patient… Every single human being is a full universe, and a good professional has to be able to see it clearly! The most important feeling to you may not be the most important feeling to this patient, you have to think ahead of yourself” He smiled at the end of his speech, clearly proud of the marveled looks on your face.

   You thought it was kinda cute how he stood there giving these same classes probably for… twenty? Thirty years? And still got so excited to see how all of you would react. You let a smile flicker over your face, and you felt Paris beam at your side ─probably relating it with music in her head─ but Hyunjin wasn’t so impressed, raising his hand promptly, getting a nod from Mr.Lee who was giving him the word.

   “What did you make us suggest them for? If the whole point was to make us understand every feeling matters, I can’t understand why we lost one day debating it” You turned your head from Hyunjin to Mr.Lee, expecting what kind of answer he would give.

   He grinned again, glad things were going on his way.

   “That’s a great question” He agreed “The thing is, my fellow students, you guys tend to state the most important feeling to you… I think it should be no surprise that you are all adults struggling with things along your way, and by this simple debate, I can tell you, Mr.Hyunjin, struggle with a great fear of something… I can tell Ms.Paris healed herself with great love… If you want me to be more specific, I do remember her statement about love being protective, and her examples were about a mother protecting her child and a soldier… Would I be wrong if I guess your mom’s love moved her to do great things to protect you from something really dangerous, Ms.Paris? Perhaps something as violent as a war?” Holy shit! You felt as you were on a ‘Now You See Me’ movie, all hidden things getting a spotlight right in front of you.

    “No, sir! You would be totally right!” She agreed blissfully, getting a humming from him.

    “I thought so too” He joked, laughing to himself “Do you have any more questions, Mr.Hyunjin?” His voice held this knowing tone when you just knew you have nailed it.

   You felt the urge to clap, excited at all this.

   Then you felt the urge to hide.

   You struggled with hate, and now it was unfolded there for anyone who wanted to see it.

   You couldn’t focus on your classes anymore, your mind wandering around some stuff you didn’t really want to remember right now, your childhood unfolding there like a really long movie that you didn’t want to watch at all. Paris seemed to notice your absentminded self, her hand resting on top of yours, reassuringly squeezing your own before you smiled weakly at her, the soft contact dragging you out of your thoughts.

   “I’m fine” You guaranteed, receiving a nod as a response.

    Her hand never left yours though.

    There are times, such as this, your mind just gets numb.

    It’s almost like a TV snowing, the soft noise sounding like numbness at the back of your mind, nothing really getting there, even though your eyes were opened and looking straight ahead, you didn’t take in any images. You weren’t quite sure what was on your mind when the loud alarm sounded through your brain, getting you startled, your eyes snapping back to whatever was happening in front of you: A sea of students wiping their stuff into their bags and scattering around. You looked around, confused when you finally noticed the class had ended.

   How long were you thinking? Were you even thinking? What was Mr.Lee saying?

   You sighed heavily, looking at the blank pages on your notebook, and you could almost feel like he stared back at you, disappointed. Paris rested her hand on your shoulder, burying your head with a worried look that made you say the first thing coming across your head “Classes ended already”, Oh, well… That was a poor statement… You got a sympathetically look as an answer, “Han must be almost here, we should get ready” You added, a more useful wording this time, getting your stuff and standing up, your hand finally away from hers.

    She got up as well, letting you go just like this. You couldn’t be more grateful for her understanding right now. You merged into the crowd getting out of the class, taking short steps and stretching your neck, trying to get air and have a vision around, searching for Han in the hallways. As soon as you got out, you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you to the sides, colliding with a warm chest that made you frown annoyed, glaring at the boy who turned out to be Han himself.

   “Are you blind?” He laughed, ruffling your hair, getting a chuckle from Paris.

   “No, you’re just too small” You mocked, his whining making you and Paris laugh. The three of you made your way through the crowded hallways, heading to the dining hall, ready to eat whatever was being served there. You looked around the Quad, expecting to see Chan there waiting for Hyunjin and wave at him, since you knew they both use to have lunch together on Tuesdays.

   What you didn’t expect was to catch a glance at an odd woman, her flashy fashion getting your attention immediately and making you feel dizzy.

   You would bet you were pale as a ghost.

   “Hey, are you okay?” You heard Han ask, glancing over the area you were staring “You seem kinda… Off” He stated worried, getting Paris attention as well, making her stop her blabbering about today’s class and look at you concerned.

   “I’m just hungry” You uttered, looking at them with a tight smile “Let’s go quickly before I pass out” You said hurriedly, pulling them by their wrists, eager to get out of there.

   They let you hurry them, exchanging a look before shrugging it off.

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   You felt your heart slamming on your chest, your lungs seeming too small to handle your need for air. Although you weren’t running for real, your steps were quick and wide, your head swivels as you tried to find Chan on campus, your legs burning as you walked fast and your neck hurting to move around searching for him. You felt a hand on your shoulder, grabbing it with much more strength than needed, and you shut your eyes closed, defeat washing over you.

   “Holy shit, where were you?!” Chan’s voice sounded alarmed and your disappointment switched to relief.

   “Oh, thank god!” You chirped, turning around and hugging him out of reflex “Where were you?! Did you see her?” You asked worried, his face giving all the answers you needed “Is it bad?” Your voice sounded weak even to your ears, thin and trembling.

   Fragile.

   “It’s… Well, it’s not good” He mused, averting his eyes “It could be worst I guess… She wants to talk to you” He explained, his hand squeezing your shoulder “I told her I would ask you to meet her at the yard… It was the least crowded place I could think of… ” He sighed, looking tired; he must have been worried, running around like this just to find you “Where the hell is your phone? Why can’t you pick up my call, woman” He complained, trying to light up the mood, but you couldn’t find his teasing amusing right now.

   “I forgot it at the dorm… I will pick it up later, before work” You answered, kinda absent-minded, your mind wandering around a hundred thoughts at the same time, your breathing starting to falter. You felt his arms wrapping you up, embracing you tightly and soothing something on your ear as he stroke your hair gently, his sudden touch getting your attention back to him “Thank you” You muttered against his chest, clearing your throat before pushing him away gently “Lord, stop being cheesy” You joked, making him scoff in disbelief.

   “I run around this damn place because you can’t take your phone with you like a grown-up ass and you call me cheesy?” He snorted, feigning to be hurt as his hand rose to his chest “I even ditched Hyunjin for you…” He added, swiping imaginary tears as he looked at you.

   “Hyunjin was with you?” You asked exhausted “Great… Did she say anything in front of him?” He was quick to shake his head, denying, and you let a relieved sigh “Well, that’s good then”

   “I asked him to wait where we were, guided your mom, and came for you… I don’t think he connected the dots yet, although he will ask about it for sure” He explained briefly and you nodded in response “I think you should go talk to her before she comes back” He reasoned, and you nodded in agreement, squeezing his shoulder in silent gratefulness before smiling gently at him, getting a small smile back.

    If you had one thing in this world you could always count on it would be Chan.

    You picked up your pace, trying to reach the yard as fast as possible, using all your strength to gather your thoughts together; worry washing over you as you got closer to your destination. You couldn’t be distracted; you had to keep calm, to be understanding, to be focused. As soon as your eyes landed on her, you felt your heart pang. She was beautiful, of course, her blond dyed hair suited her well, and her sunglasses matched well her style, the flowery dress giving a girly and young vibe to her.

    How long had it been since you saw her like this?

    She seemed to notice you, taking her glasses off and flashing you a bright smile, getting up from the bench she was sitting on, and coming to meet you halfway. You looked around, checking for people you knew, before sighing in relief as you made sure the yard was indeed pretty vacant, just like Chan predicted, and opened your arms so she could hug you like she made mention to do.

   “Long time no see!” She chirped, hugging you tightly, and you seized the moment for a bit, her warm embrace making you smile homesickly “You never come back home! We miss you” There was it. You nodded, not really agreeing with her, and broke away from her, a tight smile adorning your lips.

   “Yeah… We just have a lot to do here” You lied “How is it back home? Why are you here?” You asked genuinely curious. She shrugged, grabbing your wrist and guiding you to the bench she was sitting before, sitting down and patting it so you would do the same.

   “I think I will get back with your father” She beamed “He’s in love with me! I wanted you to be the first one to know” You closed your eyes, sighing before you opened them again, looking straight into hers. She looked exactly as you remembered in your childhood… Delusional.

   “Mom, he doesn’t love you…” You said cautiously, searching for any signs of rage on her face, but all you got for an answer was a scoff “He abandoned you, mom… He’s back now, but he doesn’t love you… Please, don’t make a big deal out of it” You pleaded, but now her disgust was plastered all around her face.

   “You were always like this… You never loved him!” She uttered, her voice rising just for a bit, but it made your heart race anyway, afraid she could get out of control “That was exactly why he left us!” She added, her rage made you shrink your shoulders, your eyes unconsciously scanning around to see if anyone was looking, shame imbuing every part of your body.

    “I wasn’t the reason he left” You muttered, her gasp getting your attention again, her eyes accusing you silently.

    “Are you saying I was the reason he left us?” She asked, hatred dripping from her words.

     Yes.

     “No, of course not!” You rushed to say, your lie tasting bitter on your throat, the dry gulp inevitable “We’re not to blame… It was his own fault” You reassured her, your hand making its way to her shoulder before she swapped it away, huffing.

    “You’re unbelievable” She snickered “He came back for me, he has been with me for three years! You can’t understand how much he loves me! How much we belong together!” Her voice was loud now, and you were sure anyone who happened to go through the yard would be watching you “He loved you, Y/N… He even had your photo! Did you know that? He had that tiny photo of you… He never stopped loving you, and you can’t be grateful for what you have!” You bit your lower lip, trying to stay calm, to be the responsible one.

   Again.

   “Are you taking your meds?” You asked tired, your back curved as if you had aged fifty years in this few minutes of talk “Is he giving you your meds?” You asked again, looking in her eyes. She looked at you like you were a bug annoying her, her brows frown as she leaned closer to your face.

   “I don’t need the pills” She spat angrily, her eyes shooting yours “I can take care of myself! Look at me, I’m here, ain’t I? I came here by myself! I don’t need to be enclosed! I’m okay!” She got up from the bench, yelling at you. Finally, some people seemed to notice the commotion, and you could only avert your eyes…

  You could handle it, you always did it.

 “I can take care of myself just like I took care of you!”

   No, you couldn’t.

  “I took care of you” You uttered, your eyes burying in hers “Do you know who didn’t take care of you?! Who didn’t take care of me?!” You yelled back, angry “Him! He didn’t take care of you! He didn’t love you! He doesn’t love you now!” You got up from the bench as well, gesticulating widely as shame and anger mixed up on your guts, the solid presence of eyes fixed on you in the back of your head, fueling it.

   Way to go, Y/N! Just what she needed right now!

   You felt the sting on your cheek before you could process what happened.

   “You don’t even see him at home, you know nothing” She spat, her hand still raised in the air, no signs of regret in her eyes. You felt the tears prickling, your hand trailing to your face slowly before caressing the hot skin, the pain in your chest deeper than what you felt on your face. You didn’t dare to look around, to check people’s reaction, so you just stood there, looking her in the eyes as your vision blurred.

   “Oh my god” You heard a male voice, startled.

   You could recognize it even if you didn’t hear it for three whole years, even if before that you haven’t heard it for a whole ten years of your life… You could recognize it anywhere because it was his voice, the voice who answered you when you first learned to say daddy, the voice that soothed you before sleep, the voice who supported your mother through her depression, the voice that yelled at her when she was being a maniac, the voice that vanished from your life… That voice belonged to the one who had only one task… And failed it.

   “Honey!” Your mother beamed; his eyes landed on her confused before turning to you. He was accompanied by a man in uniform, a Hospital logo on his chest that you promptly recognized as Chan’s family business, he walked over to your mother, guiding her away gently.

   Of course, it was Chan, even when your father showed up to do something useful, it wasn’t his initiative.

   “You suck” You said as you got closer to him, rage bubbling inside you “You just needed to take care of her… Can you do at least one thing right? Can you take care of anyone at all?” You asked exhausted, stopping right in front of him, your eyes held a disappointment that made him shrink.

   “I’m giving it to her… I don’t know what is happening” He defended himself, making you scoff.

   “Did you look under her tongue? Are you sure she’s taking it? Maybe, if you were there you would have known that she may hide the pills and sometimes refuses to take them…” You laughed humorlessly “It’s funny because I learned it at… ten years? And you don’t seem to learn anything at your forties or whatever!” You snorted, pissed off and bitter,”I should know something was wrong though… Her messages were different…“ You mused, drowning in your guilty.

   “I tried to reach for you, but you didn’t pick up…I was hoping she would get better” He admitted and you could only roll your eyes, looking away before averting them back to him in a cold-steel glare.

   “Yeah, because it’s my fault you can’t handle something that I handled just fine as a kid” You spat, disbelief in your eyes “I can see how invested you are in this” You gestured between yourselves, scoffing as he averted his eyes ashamed. You prepared to make your way to your room but as soon as you got past him, he turned around, calling you.

   “I missed you” He muttered, making you spin on your heels.

   “I bet you did” You smiled bitterly “You’re a professional at missing things… You missed a lot of them all this time, didn’t you? I bet you missed me so much! You missed my birthdays a lot!” You laughed bitterly, clasping your hands together and tilting your head “You missed my graduation… You missed all the therapy mom had to take because of you! You even missed the only thing you had to do to try to redeem yourself!” You scoffed, shaking your head in contempt “You missed a lot of things, dad… You’re twelve years too late to miss me now, though” You sighed, turning away from him and walking straight ahead to your dorm.

    As you walked through the yard, heading to the dorms, you could only feel all of your emotions boiling up, tightening your chest, blocking your throat, and turning into tears before you shot your head up, a failed attempt to stop the tears falling down your face as you walked. People didn’t seem to mind your crying though, as you should have expected, since college students were fated to cry about their terms, essays, and all of the troubles college brought to their lives. You could only feel relief as you lowered your head and quickened your pace, people ignoring you.

    As soon as you opened your door, slamming it open in your stupor, you regretted your crying, and your poor choice of place to go, watching as Han and Paris widened their eyes at you, startled by your state. You closed the door behind you, closing your eyes and clearing your throat, your hands hurriedly wiping your tears away before you turned around to look at them with a clearly fake smile that you knew that looked more like a grimace.

   “Sorry for interrupting” You said, voice almost steady “I… Will be in my room” You added, fast walking.

   “I think you should go…” You heard Paris telling him “Y/N, come here, let’s talk” She pleaded. You heard both of them getting up from the couch. You locked your door right after you got to your room and sat on the floor, head burying in your knees as you hugged them. You heard a door opening, probably Han going away, and as soon Paris knocked on your door you started to cry again.

   “I saw them again… She came to talk to me” You blurted, trying to say something coherent but failing it “She said he loves her… She said it’s my fault they got away from each other… She slapped me…” You sobbed now and then, and even though you tried to explain the situation you Knew Paris must feel lost there, not knowing what to say “He said he missed me… I fought with him again, Paris… I’m just like him! I will abandon everyone around me…” You cried hard this time, trying to recompose yourself miserably, grabbing your ears and swinging back and forth, trying to calm down.

  As you hushed yourself, you missed the door closing with a loud bang.

[wormstacheangel]

Almost: Ch. 3

Hello! It’s a happy ending story so don’t worry but I wanted to write more about Dean’s relationships with others. Read it on AO3 link (maybe leave a nice comment?)

Ch. 1 link | Ch. 2 link |

Summary:  Dean comes back from the long drive with Cas in need of some comfort. Sam is there to finally get him to talk out his feelings and admit to things he has been pushing down. Then he has to go face Cas the next day.

Word Count: 2920 More Under the Cut

“So, what?”

Dean was sitting on the floor behind the register of Charlie’s café. His head rested against her legs as she took orders, feeling too damn embarrassed to go home to face Sam or go to work and face Bobby. Charlie was the only other person who he was close to but she came into his life after Cas already left it.

“You’re just gonna hide here?” Charlie said before her customer service voice took over. “Hello! How can I help you?”

She took an order while Dean continued to munch on the brownie she has given him earlier. It wasn’t warm anymore but it was still damn good. He was glad he had a best friend who would let him eat his feelings and provided the food.

When she addressed him again she crouched down to smile sadly at him. He hated it. “Dean, I didn’t even know you liked anyone.”

“I didn’t fucken know I liked anyone either.” He groaned in annoyance as he threw his head back but it hurt as it hit some glass mugs. “Ow! Damn it, Charlie!”

“Don’t take your anger out on me!”

“I’m-I’m not! I’m just mad in general! At Cas being back. At me not over my damn high school crush. At dumb fucken Mick .” Dean let his head fall into his hands. “I’m 26, dude. I shouldn’t be dealing with this shit anymore.”

“What does age have to-?”

“I shouldn’t be having boy problems!” He pulls his head out of his hands to explain to her before he groaned again. Mumbling, “I’m too damn old for this shit.”

“Maybe if you focused more on the pretty girls like me then you wouldn’t be in this mess.” She jokingly nudged him as she sat on the floor beside him. Pulling him down so she can awkwardly hold him. “I think you just gotta be the mature one, Dean. He’s probably not staying for long anyway so how about you just go to the funeral like we planned and then we can forget that little Castiel walked back into our lives. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“That’s the spirit!” She dropped a kiss on top of his head. “Now, are you going to stay and hug my legs until closing?”

“Thinking about it.”

Charlie laughed but shoved him off when he dropped his full weight into her.

Dean did end up going home. He needed a hot shower and hoped to whatever god was listening that Sammy won’t come looking for him today because he knew Bobby would have called him. He knew Sam would be worried - Bobby would be too but won’t admit to it and Dean respected him for it - and he would come barging in with his emergency house key he made without permission. Then he would want Dean to talk.

Sam always wants Dean to talk.

A few months of not talking after suddenly losing his Mom and his best friend moving away and suddenly, ‘you’re someone who needs to be watched, Dean.’

Dean wouldn’t be damn surprised if there were hidden cameras in his apartment. At least he’s given whoever is watching a damn show every once in a while.

Luckily he took a hot shower in peace. His apartment was filled with music as he walked around his room to clean the already tidy space. His mind floating around to think of nothing in particular. Making himself not think of what happened. Not think of Cas. Not think of the damn kiss. Not think of his baby blue’s that still hold so much power over him. Not think of his dumb smile or horrible singing voice.

“Fuck!” Dean grabbed one of his pillows and buried his face into it. “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“Dude,” Dean jumped as he heard the familiar voice behind him. Sam walked into his bedroom with beers in hand as well as a greasy brown paper bag. “Is that any way to talk to someone who brought you supplies?”

Dean dropped his pillow on his bed and passed Sam, bumping their shoulders together. “Fuck you. Stop letting yourself in.”

Sam let out a low chuckle but followed him to the small kitchen. “You weren’t going to let me in.”

“Cause you’re nosy, asshat. That’s why.”

They dropped into the kitchen chairs while Sam passed him his food, grinning like an idiot and annoying Dean to no end. Dean liked eating in silence but his brother wouldn’t stop looking at him and smiling. Like he’s hiding something or knows the damn secrets to the universe.

Dean was almost done with his second beer and half his fries when he kicks Sam’s chair. “Just fucking spit it out, Sammy!”

Sam sat up in his chair and leaned in closer to Dean as if he was about to share a secret. As if anybody else was in his apartment to hear them. “Guess who’s back in town?”

“Cas.” Dean quickly answers as he leans back in his chair, his feet resting up on one of the extra chairs, and takes a sip of his beer.

“How’d you-?” Sam blinks at him in shock before shaking his head. “Well, I bet you don’t know that he’s engaged to this guy named-”

“Mick.” Dean rolled his eyes as that name escaped his lips again. “Fucking asshole.”

Sam leans back on his chair, his face dropping into a scowl. “How do you fucking know that?”

Dean shrugs as he takes another fry and dips it in ketchup before chewing on it. Ignoring his brother’s waiting stare. “I just know things.”

“Fuck you.” Sam pushes Dean’s chair back in annoyance. Dean would want to do the same thing but Sam’s chair was now too far away for his legs to reach. “Who told you, dude?”

“Who told you ?” Dean asked back while he scoots back to the table.

“Gabriel. He came looking for Cas at the garage so he told Bobby and me. We also met the dude.”

“Dude? You mean Mick?”

“Yeah. He was pretty chill. He has an accent.”

“Accent?”

“British.”

“Fuck!” How was he even to compete with some fancy British dude? He’s seen the Great British Bake Off. Those people are nice. Cas deserved a nice person. “I don’t wanna see Cas being all gaga for this dude tomorrow.”

“Dude, his Dad is dead. Pretty sure his mind would be somewhere else.” Sam tells him. Watching him with those damn wide eyes that scanned him. Looking for any damn indication that there could be something wrong. “What’s up with you? Are you...wait.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean could read it in his brother’s face. That damn aha moment lit up his whole face.

“Are you still hung up on Cas?” Sam’s grin broke across his face and Dean stood up to walk to his front door.

“Thanks for dropping by, Sammy. Now leave!” He opened the door and motioned Sam to walk through it.

“Hell no!” Sam rested his feet on the empty chair. His arms crossing over his chest as he got comfortable. “My big brother’s high school crush just walked back into town with a ring on his finger and you want me to just - what? Ignore it? Hell no.”

“Sam.” Dean’s voice went lower as a warning but Sam didn’t budge.

“Dude, just talk to me!” Sam tells him, opening his arms up as if showing Dean that he is ready to listen. “You used to talk to me about Cas all the time! Hell, you used to talk to me about the guys and girls you’ve been with every other day!”

“That was before.” Dean slammed the door shut knowing Sam wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He dragged his hand down his face as he walked to the couch, not hungry enough to finish eating.

“Before what?”

“Before shit got complicated.” Dean fell into the old couch and didn’t look at his brother. Instead looked down at the beer in his hand, his thumb scraping the label off with elbows on his knees as he leaned forward in his seat. “Before Lisa left me cause I wasn’t ready for a commitment. And then Benny left because I was going too fast. Shit. I haven’t been able to get a damn thing right for a while.”

“And what? You thought Cas would be the answer?”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know. I just saw him and I felt...better. Lighter.” A smile crept on his face. “He was still wearing that ugly coat Bobby gave him a long time ago.” He chuckled before he cleared his throat. Catching himself falling again.

“You still love him?”

“Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.” Dean tells him, a short cold chuckle like breath escaped his mouth as he shook his head. “He doesn’t feel the same way anymore, Sammy.”

“Dean.” It was a quiet sad tone and Dean was gonna tell him to shut it but then he found out why Sam was using that tone on him. Dean was crying.

“Maybe now that Cas moved on. Maybe you can too.” Sam walked over to sit beside him on the couch. Not touching Dean but just being close enough to comfort him. “You can stop waiting for him now.”

That was it, wasn’t it? Dean has been waiting for Cas all these damn years and he didn’t even know it.

“Fuck. I’m so stupid, Sam.” Dean shook his head as he put his beer down on the floor before he covered his face in his hands. “He kissed me too.”

“He kissed you?!” Sam sounded shocked but Dean didn’t look at him.

“Yeah. He did. Told me he missed me too.” Dean hits his head in frustration. “I’m so fucking stupid!”

“You’re not, Dean!” Then Sam’s arms were around him. Pulling him into a sideways hug that Dean was going to push away from but instead he let his little brother hold him. He’ll hate himself for breaking down in front of Sam tomorrow. Right now he needed the comfort. “It’s okay. You can move on now. You know now so you can just move on. Let your heart heal.”

Heal. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice. He thinks to himself as he took a calming breath like Sam always tells him to do.

But if he couldn’t move on 5 years ago, when the kiss was terrible, how was he suppose to move on now? With the taste of Cas and the feel of him in his arms was still burned into his mind? Still fresh. Still new.

Craving it every second he can’t have it.

“I love him, Sammy.” Dean took a shaky breath. “I still love him.” And it’s killing me knowing he doesn’t.

-

The next morning Dean was standing outside the funeral home with Charlie fussing over his and Sam’s hair. Dean kept loosening his tie while they waited for Bobby to finish the phone call with a customer, letting them know they would be closed for a friend's funeral. Friend is really putting it nicely.

Chuck was a creepy squirrely little guy with anger issues. He was sweet sometimes - like every other psycho - but his controlling nature was always a scary sight. But he helped Bobby keep the shop and helped them pay for the funeral cost of their Mom so he was an honorary friend at least.

Why was Chuck so generous to help them? Fuck if any of them know but they weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. That’s for sure.

“Stop fidgeting, boy!” Bobby slapped Sam’s hand away from him loosening his tie and pulled him down to fix it again.

“Ow! Uncle Bobby, that’s too tight!”

“Stop whining. We’re already late as it is.” He said patting Sam’s shoulders when he was done. Sam made a face of distaste as he rolled his eyes. Lucky for him Bobby didn’t catch him. “Dean come here. Let me fix your damn-”

“No! No. I got it.” Dean smiled reassuringly at him as he quickly tried to fix it but he wasn’t quick enough as Bobby pulled him down to fix it again. Dean groaned as he did tighten it but it was loosened just enough so he wouldn’t struggle to breathe. “Thanks, Uncle Bobby.”

Bobby looked at all three of them with a proud grin. “Now behave yourselves. This family hates us enough.”

“What an encouraging speech.” Dean commented while Charlie grimaced at all of them.

“Just stay in the background and the sooner we can leave without causing a scene the better. Got it?” The three of them nodded half-heartedly. “Good! Let’s go. Keep close.”

They started walking behind Bobby and into the funeral home. Dean kept his eyes down not wanting to look at anyone in the surprisingly crowded place. Well, not surprising. The Novak family was huge. The family of seven was big enough but then add all the damn cousins these guys had and it was a full house. Some people were even standing outside so they could talk.

It took Dean a solid 15 minutes to even find a parking spot - he ended up parking a block away - because the small parking lot quickly filled up.

So with this crowded place, he was hoping he wouldn’t have to bump into Cas. At least not bump into him so soon but of course, he’ll be the one welcoming people in.

“Fuck.” Dean hissed under his breath as his eyes met Cas’s.

Cas stiffened at the sight of him - which always made someone feel welcomed - before he forced a smile. But Dean can still read that face like a damn open book. His jaw is clenched just enough for people not to notice the stiffness while his hands fidgeted into his suit pants pocket. Yeah, well, Dean was uncomfortable too. Cas ain’t special.

Dean’s eyes traveled down Cas’s body and - bless him father cause he wants to sin - Cas looked great in a damn black floral suit. It was well fitted. Probably tailored since that is the type of family the Novak’s were and lucky for Dean it hugged him in all the right places. Dean’s eyes drifted to down only to notice there was a hand wrapped around his lower back.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat.

“Hey, Cas.” Sam stepped in front of him first and wrapped Cas into one of his big bear hugs. “Nice seeing you again but I’m sorry for your loss.”

Cas barely had his chin on Sam’s shoulder as he patted Sam’s back awkwardly. “Thank you, Sam.” Cas pulled back to smile at him. “I hope we can catch up before I leave. I would like to hear more about your studies on witchcraft.”

“How’d you-?” Sam asked but Cas motioned at the guy standing next to him. The guy that just had his arms around Cas’s waist. As if claiming him.

“Michael told me you two talked yesterday.” And then Cas turned to look at Dean. “Mick I know you meet Sam and Bobby but this is Sam’s older brother. Dean.”

Fuck you, Cas.

“Oh, Dean! I heard a lot about you from my Cas here.” He nudged Cas, who awkwardly laughed before he held his hand out for Dean to shake. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Fuck this fucker and his dumb accent. Dean narrows his eyes at him, trying to read him. As if he would see any red flags or alarms over his head. But he looked like someone he would root for on the British Bake Off and he hated him for that.

Charlie nudged him to shake the outstretched hand but Dean wouldn’t budge. He instead shrugged at him. “Um, germs, man. But nice to meet one of Cas’s friends.”

Charlie pinched his arm at that comment while Cas rolled his eyes, his shoulders dropping with a tired sigh before he glared at Dean. Mick only laughed as he took his hand back but then he wrapped it around Cas’s waist again and Dean regretted not preoccupying that fucking hand.

“Fiance actually.” Mick grinned up at Cas who strained a smile. “Hmm, I figured Sam would have told you.”

Dean mocked a smile. “Oh, he did! Shit must have slipped my mind.”

“Dean.” Cas almost growled at him.

Dean chewed on his bottom lip for a second before swallowing hard. He turned his hard smile on Cas. “I know. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Cas, we’ll keep an eye on him.” Sam tells him as he starts to shove Dean ahead where Bobby already disappeared to find a chair in some sad corner probably.

“Um, sorry for your loss.” Charlie gave Cas a quick hug. “Oh, I’m Charlie by the way. New best friend but it’s nice to meet you! I mean...wished it was under better circumstances but what can you do?”

She started to nervously laugh and Sam tugged at her arm to drag her along as well.

“Bye!” Charlie waved at them awkwardly, Dean saw Cas wave back with a grin and raised an eyebrow, before she sighed. “Wow, that was awkward.”

“Oh, you think so?” Dean sarcastically says while Sam’s too big arm wraps around his shoulders, probably to hold him in place. “This place better have an open bar.”

“It’s a funeral, Dean. Not a damn party.”

“Meh.” Dean shrugged before they found Bobby in the back row sneaking a sip of a flask. “Give it here, old man!”

[tintentrinkerin]

Cathartic Arrest

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Characters: Michael (Supernatural), Minor Characters

Additional Tags: Post-Hell Dean Winchester, Post-Lucifer’s Cage Sam Winchester, Dubious Consent, Caning, Codependent Winchesters (Supernatural), It’s all about inflicting and receiving punishment, Jealousy

Summary: ”Sam needs to cope with memories of Lucifer’s abuse. Dean is still trying to cope with this time as torture Master in Hell.

And he’s JEALOUS.”

Word Count 1,793

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Sam was still shaking when he got back to the bunker. He had taken his time before he came back home, but still. This time, it had all been different. She had to help him back into his pants, his shirt, even tuck his shirt in, help him ground himself; when he still didn’t come down from what just happened, she made him sit in her “calm room” as she called it. 

She gave him food, good food. Fruits. Pineapple, strawberries, vanilla infused yoghurt. Juices of passion fruit and apples, bread with butter and some lean chicken tenders. He could choose whatever music he wanted, but all he ever would choose was hard rock – the music of his childhood, part of his youth and part of Dean. The music in his ears, usually is of a different, much more intense nature. He’d tried pop. One Direction. Too happy. He’d tried Nu Metal. He was too old to bounce back into his emo stage, also known as his years at Stanford. He had tried all kinds of metal. Trash, Death, Melodic, Symphonic. Nightwish. Later Aesthetic Perfection. All good music, quality wise. But nothing was ever louder than the noises in his head. The crying of baby Sam Winchester, inner-child Sam Winchester. Traumatized and angry and helpless. 

Only the noise of a cane meeting his skin, his ass, his legs, even his feet, his own painful cries, the muffled grunts, the thank you’s and the yes'es, the reenactment of his shame, would silence the child. It’d been rough today. The wax on his chest left pink swollen spots, the cane beat him bloody this time.

“I can stop, aye?” she said. 

“No, Mistress. Don’t. I want it to bleed.”

She’s not his Domme and he’s not her slave. He isn’t that twisted in his mind to reenact the power exchange, his own powerlessness. Michael watching. Michael. That god forsaken coward.

Sam was still shaking when he started Baby’s engine, slowly rolling away from the place he visits when pressing on his scar stops working. And it’s been working less and less and less. Until nothing else will help but being beaten up by someone to finally overcome the pain, the helplessness, the feeling of being weak and useless. Sam Winchester might be broken, but he still can take a beating without crying.

Dean hates liars. Which is kind of, let’s say  hypocritical, given his nature, his past. He lied to Sam about hell, he lied about the deal, he constantly lies to the only person who will probably never leave him. Because even if Sam does leave, he always comes back. He won’t even die for good. Dean doesn’t, Sam doesn’t. They’re here, two moons in this earth’s gravitational pull, doomed to circle each other; the forces of nature keeping them in place but always keeping them apart. 

It's one of those days when Sam says he’s about to go jogging, but since when does he have to drive fifty miles to some secluded forest area to jog when they're in the literal middle of nowhere? Dean has seen Sam in the showers. They have their privacy here, both want that or pretend to, but the showers are group showers, long lines of shower heads like in school gyms. They usually lock the doors, so why, this one time, does Sam not lock himself up like he used to? Dean knows about the nightmares, the triggers, the sudden flashbacks and the pressing of Sam’s thumb against the palm of his cut hand. He noticed cuts, deep cuts around Sam’s wrists, that never heal because he keeps on scratching off the scab. The bleeding never stops. 

Dean decides that today, enough is enough. He knows this trauma, he was in Hell too. He tortured innocent people, he tortured Bela fucking Talbot. A woman he really respected in the end, though he sugar coated it with cunt-y behaviour. He’s seen so many faces twisted in pain and agony – and all they do in the end? – cry for mama. They cry for their fucking mother, and Sam? Dean wonders who he cried for in the Cage?

Sam is packed up in his “jogging outfit” and he’s about to leave, when Dean gets up from his armchair in the library.

“Where ya goin’, Sammy?”

He jumps.

“Jesus, don’t scare me, man. Really? I’m going jogging.”

“There’s a whole ass forest in front of the batcave, Sam. Why not go there?”

Sam looks down and Dean knows, he’s angry. He’s angry because Dean caught him in his damn lie and there’s no good way out of it.

“I have a jogging buddy over there,” Sam clears his throat, his whole body is tense. Ready to run. Wherever.

“Ah, jogging buddy, I see. Lemme guess, their name is Mistress Lana and he looks bomb in tracksuits.”

Sam is about to erupt and he grows, his posture straightens and he yells. “This is private Dean, you have no, absolutely NO right to spy after me like a--”

“Like a what?”

“Like a fucking jealous wife who caught me in an affair?”

Dean falls silent, but his body, pure, condensed power, anger, fear, slams his arm against Sam’s throat and presses him to the wall. 

“It is exactly like that. You drive an hour to see a dominatrix, to what? You become a subby bootlicker all of a sudden? You like that?”

Sam’s nostrils flare and damn, now Dean is on freakin’ thin ice. He is so goddamn jealous of this woman giving Sam something that Dean would give him freely. And happily. He would give him the relief he needs. 

“Don’t talk like that!” Sam hisses, trying to wind himself out of Dean’s grip but he’s still sore from the last time Lana tied him up like a Christmas present and hung him on the wall like a pig-half at the butcher’s. Sam loved the marks of the rough rope, loved the feeling of just hanging there, floating, the ground beneath him so far away, the rock bottom so far…“You have no idea how I feel!”

Dean’s head tilts to the side. “I tortured people in Hell, Sam. I know how to make you feel the worst pain of your life – but I can also give you the greatest relief. I can show you mercy, because that’s what you really want. Isn’t it?”

Sam finally breaks free and attacks Dean, one hit after another, breaks Dean’s nose, gives him a black eye, and it only stops when Dean lands a blow right over Sam’s kidney – he staggers back. 

“I deserve the pain,” Sam wheezes. “I don’t rely on anyone’s mercy.”

Dean drags him up and brings Sam, who is suddenly so pliant, to his room. What no one has ever known about is the secret door. Dean’s not a witch, Sam would be a great one, but Dean managed to hide a tiny little torture chamber behind his room. Sam fights,  he insults Dean. Dean knows, yes he knows, it’s Sam’s way of provoking him and, kind of, making Dean stop. 

Sam knows that, when he came back from Hell, Dean fucked around even more than before he’d died –but no one ever saw him with the girls, the submissive ones, the broken little dolls he found. This is Deam’s coping. Reenacting Hell.

Sam clings on to Dean when he’s tied to the bench, naked. Sam is still black and blue, some of his bruises had turned green-yellowish already but no one should hurt him there again. These bruises would take ages to heal, if they’re lucky, without a doctor needed. Sam isn’t fighting anymore, he’s crying.

“Please Dean, take it off of me. Please… I can’t… Take it OFF!”

“I can’t”, Dean says, gently, brushing away Sam’s tears.“Does she fuck you?”

A gasp. “What? Why--?”

“Simple question, Sammy. Does. She. Fuck you?”

Sam nods, hiding his face in his hair and pressing his forehead against the padding.

“I can’t spank you in this condition. You have to heal. Why would you go to that woman when you’re still so roughed up?”

“Why do you care?”Sam’s voice is so thin. Little, scared Sammy, and there was no one in the Cage to save him from what happened. 

“Sammy.” Is all Dean says.

“My Sammy.”

Dean is not like that. He loves Sammy, and he would do a lot, but he won’t do That.

Dean’s favorite is his cane. Rattan. Unpeeled. Sam endures several hard blows, in a staccato, a rhythm other people would faint from. But Sammy is strong, and he wants to be broken.

HE

WANTS

TO 

BE

BROKEN

And Dean is giving him that. He can think of the girls and boys in Hell while doing it, like he’s not the one inflicting this pain on Sam, but it feels so damn good. Purging. Sam’s cries and whimpers, his yells and finally, finally, when Dean is about to lose control and maul Sam alive – there’s the one Sammy would cry for.

“Dean.”

A gasp. The blows stop. Blood dripping down Sam’s legs. 

“Dean.”

Again.

“Sammy..”

So gentle. So tender. So silent. 

“Dean, I want to go home….” and that is truly when Sam is broken, the last bastion of his mind, his pride, his goddamn pride is stripped from him. He babbles, he cries, snot and tears and gulps, he even chokes on his cries. “I want to be home with Dean, please hold me, Dean, take me home, Dean…”

Dean dissolves. His own trauma resolves for a minute. He knows, it will never fully go away, he will never heal. But.

“Sammy. I’m here, Sammy. Come here. I’ll take you home, my baby brother. I’m here.”

“Dean, I love you”, Sam chokes out. It could be anything. It could be nothing.

“Sammy, I love you more.”

Dean leans onto Sam’s heaving, still tied up body, sweat and blood, tears, the sobs. When Dean releases Sam from the restraints and carries him to a sofa, he huddles up in Dean's lap. Like a newborn. Overwhelmed with the world outside, sobbing and crying for Dean. Dean is here, holding him tight. Offering him water and more blankets.

Lucifer has never been closer, but Dean has blown him away from Sam. He made Sam just forget for a while. It’s so fucked up, but he can live with fucked up. As long as it’s with Sam and Sam never, fucking never, goes to a whore again when he can have everything from Dean.

Dean will do anything for Sam. 

“Dean…”

“I’m here. You’re home.”

»And I will never let you go.«

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The way to Emmeline and the story of how Pierrot fell in love with Columbine

Summary: a dead sunflower field,  a masquerade ball and a love spell. Witch!H with Fairy!reader. 

Word count: around 6k

A/N: This is the first part of my contribuation to @stellarboystyles 3 year celebration. My thrope is masquerade ball.. Btw this is witch!harry with fairy!reader that is an OC because I ended up picturing her in certein way and it became part of the plot (the color of her hair). But this is a very soft story that made me feel very soft while creating this magic world. 

Somewhere, right at the rainbows end, you will find yourself walking through the colorful path to Emmeline. 

A land where woodland creatures could live without fear of the human race. You see... There was a time where humans and magical beings lived together. But prejudice and fear of the unknown and powerful made people start to hurt those with glitter blood. 

That’s when all those different creatures ran away  and ended up together. 

As soon as you find yourself in Emmeline, you will find a little cottage made out of wood. That’s where all the witches and warlocks live, or, Rhiannon’s daughters and sons, as they like to call themselves. For you to be a witch, you have to be born from a family of witches or fall in love with one. Then a bit of their power will pass to you. 

Most witches prefer a life of a Gypsy, never stopping in one place. But the few who like to have a place to call home, they choose Emmeline. 

If you walk  further into the woods you will find yourself meeting the ones who are born from nature: the fairies. 

There are different types of fairies: the ones who are born from flowers, others are born from mushrooms and others from butterflies. 

The ones who germinated from a seed will have the gift of nature and poetry. They can grow and heal plants and turn anything into something beautiful. They are always colorful. Nature is their mother, so they all consider each other sister. 

The ones who are born from mushrooms, have the power of colors and creativity. Music and dancing are always present in their life. Also, they make a l good tea that will make you see the world even prettier and feel like every single thing is more than it meets the eye. 

And, last but not least, there are the ones who are born from a cocoon, kindly called the butterfly daughters. They can fly and that is the reason why they never actually are around.

But that night they were all going to be together because of the masquerade ball in celebration of the magic new year: October 31st, halloween night They celebrate their union, drink and dance all night with enchanted masks that make people not see them and yes the character they decided to dress as. It’s a night of love and friendship because there is no bad blood between fairies and witches.

Except two. 

“OUCH DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS?” Screamed the sweet yet scary voice of Maya that was floating  across the room without anyone to help her 

“Well you said you needed a witch to help you float the yellow lights to the ceiling… I have no problem if you have no power” 

Harry was lying on the floor, enjoying the view of the fairy, using his hands to make her move around the ceiling, together with the little golden stars. Her pink curly hair was all around, with gigant brown eyes staring at him with horror. 

“I went to Stevie asking for help because I DO have fairy powers that I was born with it” 

And with that she shut Harry’s smile down. Him and Maya were enemies at first sight. She was raised in Emmeline, born from a beautiful pink gardenia that matches her hair. Raised together with all the flowerchilds and Harry was a witch, a very resentful one when it comes to the matter that he wasn’t a “pure blood”: back in the 1500s he kissed a witch during a ball and her power was transferred during the kiss, she didn’t want to be an immortal anymore. But it wasn’t till the end of the millenium - the year was 1994- that Harry found the Emmelime city. Now he was one of Rhiannon’s sons and was very close to one of the eldest witches: Stevie. 

She didn’t have a problem with him, only knowing him by name and by the enamored  whispers from everyone: “he is british”, “he has green eyes”, “he is so pretty you should go by his little house, he is very receptive”. But it was only his third day in the little village when he ruined one of her plants while high thanks to the tea the mushroom a fairy gave him. He fell off the tree right on top of the new plantation of sunflowers she was rising with her power: her first BIG plantation. 

Harry tried for days to apologize: with food, with music, with potions that would make her feel all glittery inside. And her answer was always the same: can you make my sunflowers grown again? And sadly the answer was always no. 

26 years later he sort of learned how to hate her - even if he always thought she was beautiful and kind, she was never nice to him and it burned his feelings. Being rejected from all the clans his whole witch life because he wasn’t a “pure” one made him resentful. 

And Maya was never able to plant sunflowers again. Every spell, every potion, every prayer. She even tried to plant the seeds with the help of her sister Blanca - a sunflower child: but no success. 

So she hated him with all of her pink glittery heart. 

Harry got lost daydreaming about their story of hate at first sight from Mayas point of view that he forgot about the girl so he just shook his left hand in a circle then closed his fingers in a fist and gave a little whistle and the fairy fell to the ground. 

“Did you have to be so vile? I could have died” 

“You’re an immortal, darling, you can’t die” 

“I could have been hurt and then I would miss the ball” 

“I’m not that heartless, I would make you a potion to fix whatever bone you had broken” he looked at the girl sitting on the floor with a frown in her face “you need any help getting up?” Harry asked with such a sweet voice she almost couldn’t believe he could be so... soft.

“I can get up... what I need is for you to be serious for once in your life and put those damn starry lights I made floating all around otherwise I’ll…” 

“You’ll what...call my mom? She has been dead for over 500 years. But sure be my guess she is buried in the small cemetery from my hometown” 

“You know what? Fuck you” 

She was storming off the gigantic room the masquerade ball would be taking place later tonight when he called her name, the pink haired girl looked back at the the tall man wearing a white tunic with Indian pants. He gave a small smile, snapping his fingers and in less than 5 seconds all the lights she had on the floor were up in the ceiling, making it look like it was a very starry night, just like the painting. 

Giving him a nod she left the place and he whispered to himself “if I could only plant those sunflowers with a snap of my fingers” 

................................................................................................................................

“And the worst part, Blanca, is that he just made me fall on the ground just like he fell all those years ago over my sunflowers”

Blanca was sitting down on her bed, in her very white room with flowers and glittery light everywhere, from the window she could see the butterflies dancing… those gossip motherfuckers, they wanted to hear more about Emmeline’s favorite drama: Harry and Maya. There was a big bet about when they were going to realise they were actually in love with each other.

“Don’t you think you are a bit too resentful towards him?” she asked while her pink haired friend was fusing over the butterflies, trying to shoo them out of the window “I mean… everybody is in love with Harry, all the fairies all the witches are in love with them, I know a lot of them that always tried to put a love charm on him...and never works.

“That only proves my theory that he doesn’t have a heart”

“Or his heart is already filled with love for someone else, you know how potions and charms work: it can only work if the said person has the soul free to be enveloped by the words of the spell or the mixture of a potion” 

“And how do you know so much about witchcraft, miss Blanca?” Said Maya with a flirty tone, already knowing the answer but she would give ANYTHING to change the conversation and not have to talk about no longer.

“You know I’m dating Florence, that witch that also came from London”

Florence got to Emmeline just a few years ago, together with a few friends. She was always kind and sweet, Maya liked her very much. Actually, if the blond girl didn’t share such a bond with Harry - they were very close - Maya knew she would always be around her little cottage, because she loved how it was full of sunflowers, the only plant she can’t create. 

“She is very nice, are you guys going to dress up like a couple for the ball?”

“Of course we will… I’m going to be a witch and she is going to dress up like a fairy”

“I can’t believe you guys are going to do this… so cliche”

“Come on… we’re cute” Blanca said with a wink of her eye and a bashful smile “I can’t wait to experiment the power she holds, she is sweet but you know… she has like… a way… sweet yet dominant” Blanca was laying down on the the bed, looking like she was remembering a very private memory “you know we actually we are going to be each other in everything today? Even inside the bedroom”

“God… I miss sex” 

“It’s been what… 5 years? The last one was the butterfly fairy, the french one, right?”

“Yeah… he was a attentive lover but it just wasn’t working, he would come here once in a while and we would fuck, it was good, but then I just wasn’t that much into him. I never was, actually, just an easy fuck”

“I think you are too much of a kinky fairy to be with another fairy”

“Yeah but most of other witches have already found their partner and I’m not the one to intrude in one’s relationship”

“I know someone who is willing and if the rumors are true… is a very very very kind and passionate lover, even if it’s just a one night stand”

“Don’t start, Blanca” Maya was back on her feet, looking down at her best friend. “I’m very happy for you and Florence but I do not wish to be in a relationship with another witch, especially if the other witch is… him”

“I don’t know how do you are almost 80 and you still haven’t learn that we do not have a power over what the destiny chooses for us, you could just admit you have feeling for him”

“I do… feelings of hatred. He destroyed my sunflowers”

And with that Blanca gave up helping her friend, knowing that she had to go to the one person that knew of their secret. She couldn’t talk about her knowledge on the matter, so she just had one thing left to ask: “so… what is your costume for the ball?”

Maya gave her a happy and excited smile and started blabbering about her outfit.

At the same time they were having this conversation, just about 1 mile away from them, Harry was sitting in a dark room, full of stones and plants,with candles laying in every single surface, being the only thing lighting up the room. He was playing with a very purple crystal ball, looking at the images that showed up. Ever since he got his first one, back in his early days of witchcraft, a gift from the woman who gave him her powers (till the day of her death she taught him everything about being a witch). The first thing she gave him the purple rounded stone, she told him that was the colors of his soul and whatever he saw in there was what his soul was longing to have. And Harry always saw, one way or another, the color pink in everything and also a lot of sunflowers. Pink like her hair, sunflower like the plantation he destroyed. He knew he had some sort of mission with her. 

Playing with the ball in his hands, he looked at his lap, where his familiar sat, a cute little guinea pig called Betsy. It was a welcome home from Stevie the moment he got into Emmeline. 

“What is it, Betsy?” she was leaning against the magic artefact “do you want me to make it work?” a little sound… “yes”.

With that, he held the ball with one hand, the other getting one of his plants, to first clear the energy, then he looked at the immensity of the purple before closing his eyes, concentrating. Imagining a white light involving him, from the tip of his toes to his hair. When he felt like his own soul was levitating, opening his eyes he said the words: “aperi pectore expuli, ostendere animae meae”.

Open my heart, show me my soul. 

With those words a little purple fog started to leak from the magic artifact, making his dark room glow like the twilight sky during spring, the smell of tulips reaching his senses. Suddenly he saw what he always did: the forest, the flowers, the pink hair, a sunflower field (with flowers that weren’t dead). Normally the vision ended here but this time the fog only got more intense, he felt like his body was lifting, flying over the sky, looking at the happening from the last year. He could feel his own head spinning, trying to make him go deeper and deeper inside his own soul. 

There was a path going down, he knew what it meant: he needed to dig deeper inside his own mind. The path was his own story, his own thoughts. His body was separating himself for his spirit, letting him move freely. That was the moment Harry was able to see: a painting of Pierrot and Columbine dancing around, together, in a masquerade ball. 

Pulling himself from the immersive spell he looked at Betsy and told her one single thing: “I need Stevie here. Now”

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The blonde woman was sitting next to a tree, watching the river reflect the midday sunlight, looking like small diamonds. She stills remembers the time mermaids were alive, before humanity decided that there was no worth in being good, letting the powerful take over everywhere, losing the essence the universe - so kindly - gave them. She is one of the oldest witches from human kind, she remembers everything and even if she couldn’t get old, she put a spell on her, so she could look older than most of her little forest town. 

Mother the woods, some would call her. But, the true story was that her heart was always too big, there was always room for another person to be apart of her family. But, she could admit she had a few of them closest to her heart. Like Harry, he looked so lost when he finally found the way to Emmeline. He didn’t have anyone for him, so she decided to be that person. That’s why the moment Betsy came looking for her she just ran to him, she knew he needed her, and what he told her made Stevie so happy: his soul was finally ready for the journey, and it was all happening tonight.

“Did you send for us?” she heard the sweet voice of Blanca, walking hand in hand with her girlfriend, next to a black cat named Luna, Stevie’s familiar.

“Yes, I think it’s time”

“Do you think they are ready?”

“Harry had a vision while questioning the mirror of the soul,  he saw Pierrot and Columbine. Blanca, darling, what is the costume Maya is planning for tonight?”

She looked at the girl, who looked paler than usual:

“She's going as Columbine. A white dress with little black hearts made out of glitter”

“And I was helping Harry making his for week now… you two can guess what he’s going as”

“Pierrot” they both said in unison.

“But, Stevie, isn’t the end of this tale sad… like, they don’t end up together?” questioned Florence.

“No, the true story, the one from the italian Commedia dell’arte, they end up together. But that’s not what I’m talking about… they are more connected than ever, Harry’s visions are getting more clear. How is Maya with her powers?”

“She still can grown those sunflowers”

“For someone so smart, she is quite stupid if she doesn’t know they both have a part of each other souls. Harry’s familiar also has a necessity to always go after her, sometimes when she is growing flowers around her house and plants start to grow near him…” 

“What spell are we going to use?”  

“I know just the right spell,” said the older woman. 

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She could see the lights and the beams. Everything was shining so bright. Right at the entrance of the ball there was a sign: “may the masks show your true essence” with a potion underneath. 

That sounds like mushroom fairies. Not today. 

“Don’t you look beautiful” she heard a melodic voice 

“Florence you look so pretty as a fairy” 

“And you look beautiful as a pantomime character” 

“Did you know it’s my favorite tale?” 

“Why is that” 

“The Pierrot crying because he is in love with Columbine in the middle of the crowd and she is able to sense his pain from far away… it just makes me believe in love. You know? One soul for everybody” 

“Aren’t you romantic,” Florence said while using her hands to fix and friends pink hair. While doing so she started to say the words Stevie told her to, the words that would make the powerful spell work. 

“You know, if there is one single  truth about soulmates: if magic strikes maybe once or maybe twice you have to hold onto it. Because if it’s in the tarot and in the stars, hiding your soul from what it seeks makes you think that love is, in essence, its opposite, which is hate. So, for tonight, I wish for as long as you are Columbine for your soul to outshine your tour thoughts and for you to feel it for everything you always did but couldn’t admit, ille amor consumit te caput ad pollicem”

Let the love consume you from head to toe 

“Did you just casted a spell on me, Flo?” 

“Maybe… maybe not. Maybe won’t work if you don’t love anyone” 

“Well… it’s going to fail but nice little verse” 

And with that Maya walked towards the middle of the ballroom, looking at the little floating stars, appreciating the vast colors of the place, pink and blue pastel colors, glitter and the faint smell of lavender. 

Suddenly she felt like a rush going through her body, an unfamiliar feeling setting in her stomach, that’s when she felt warm hands on her back: 

“So the Pierrot is no longer crying in the middle of the crowd. Who are you, my little Columbine?” 

When she turned around she saw the same green eyes she spent so much time thinking about and hating how it made her feel uneasy. But, now, under the fake stars and lights, everything felt different. With his black and white suit and a glittery make up - a little draw of a black tear down his left cheek, adoring the constellation of his freckles. 

She knew his name, she knew his smell, she knew of their story. But there was something in the way her heart was beating so loudly… there was something different. Like she couldn’t control. Not anymore. 

And she didn’t even know if she wanted to, either. 

“Hello, dear Pierrot, how are you on this fine evening?” 

“Better now I found a pair so I’m not the lonely Pierrot. And how are you, little Maya . Or should I call you Columbine?” 

“Call me Columbine for tonight we aren’t a witch and a fairy who share feelings of hate. We are Pierrot and Columbine. And they are in love” 

In the middle of the ballroom, filled with so much laughter and joy, he was the same Harry dressed as Pierrot, looking at Maya, like it was the first time. 

“It’s close to midnight, will you join me as my partner for the new year dance?” 

She took his hand. Yes. 

The New Years dance was the way Emmeline lives the joy and hope of a new year. Instead of a countdown, Stevie would sing for them for the next 3 minutes, while they went around being free and loving every second of it. Normally that was the part Maya liked the less, because most of her friends and sisters had significant others. So she was always alone. 

When the subtle sound of the harp began, they started to move. The big clock on the wall, showing the position of the universe with its stars, planets, moons and even black holes, was counting down the seconds to the new year. The world was spinning, everybody was moving around the Pierrot and the Columbine, but, inside their eyes there were only them and the stars. 

With bodies moving in synchrony Harry was caught in thoughts of forever, because now, it was clear. He always had this pull towards her. She is his forever and he could only hope his love wouldn’t pass as unrequited. He could not survive this. 

If she wanted to, he would make Maya his. His little baby, his fairy, his pink little love. With her shining glory and his red essence. They would be perfect for one another. If she could only see this. 

She looked at the clock and then back at Harry, she was feeling nervous but also she had never felt so calm. In his warm body Maya felt engaged by a protection spell and nothing could ever hurt her. But, what changed so suddenly? They were fighting just this morning and now she was clinging to his body. The love spell had worked. She needed to find Florence and ask for it to be reversed, it was wrong, she shouldn’t feel what she was feeling. Because, if the spell worked that meant they were each other’s mirror. And she didn’t do well with that perspective. In that moment she saw the time: 20 seconds to a new year. The song was ending. But a new phase was beginning. 

“It’s almost midnight” 

“True” he told her while playing with her hair “you know… humans have a tradition” oh “and they kiss when the clock strikes midnight. And I was wondering… if I could kiss you” 

She was hypnotized by his smell, his sweet honeyed voice. By his eyes that were always so green that made her shy. He was the closest thing to perfection and now it just made sense why so many witches and fairies had their way with him. Why so many tried to cast a spell on him. Why so many tried to be what she always was. 

10 seconds now 

“If we kiss I have this feeling that everything is going to change” 

“Aren’t changes good?”

9 seconds 

“I want to kiss you but I’m afraid of what will I feel” 

8 seconds 

“Whatever you feel is fine as long as is with me and only me” 

7 seconds 

“You can kiss me” 

With his thumb caressing under her eye she felt like he was trying to call me her down 

6 seconds 

“Protecto” he whispered and out of nowhere he enveloped then in a purple glittery cocoon. He was making her feel comfortable. 

5 seconds 

“You are the most fascinating creature I have ever met in my 500 years of life upon this earth” 

4 seconds 

“And you are the most annoying one” 

3 seconds 

“Aren’t you a romantic 

2 seconds 

He got closer, his nose touching Maya’s. The glitter cocoon spinning around them 

1 second

There was no going back and she didn’t want to. 

“Happy New Year, my pink dove” and he kissed her. 

Maya has had her fair share of kisses but nothing ever felt like the feeling of him. Sweet and hungry. A perfect compilation of opposites. The caress of his tongue was welcomed with joy, his hands touching her back, holding her waist, holding so close to him, like she could vanish at any second now. She was feeling his lucious curls, so long and so so soft that someone would believe he an actual prince, not a witch. 

With two pecks to her lips he let her go, opening his eyes, heart beating so strong and holding her gaze that was already waiting for him. 

During the kiss someone had broken their cocoon and now they both had glitter all over them, but neither was actually caring. They were seeing each other for the very first time. A new year, indeed. 

“Would you care to miss the party?” Harry asked “I made blueberry cake and I would love for you to meet Betsy”

“We are eternal, we have many new years to live, lead the way” holding her hand, he walked her towards the exit, turning around only to find Stevie, who gave hum a little wink with her left eye. Of course she was in the middle of this. He knew it was a love spell that made them loose their strings and prinde, finally admiting the true behind their hearts. That was the reason he wanted to get her in a quiet place, if they were going to do this, he wanted to know she was his, beyond any spell or trick. He needed to know if she loved with at least an ounce of what he felt. 

The walk was quiet, the full moon was shinning so he didn’t felt the need to cast a light spell. The woods were talking, the wind blowing aganist the trees and the animals, they were happy. 

“Is it true you can talk to plants?” he asked her

“Yeah, it’s one of my powers... why?”

“I think the nature is happy today, something in my hearts tells me so, but I hold no power over nature beyond what was given to me” Harry was feeling shy, his curiosity was getting the best of him and he was afraid she would judge him

“Do you want me to talk to some of plants?” nodding his head he took her hand to a bloodflower “you know, this one atracks butterfly the most” she told him

Letting go of his hand she sat on the flor, putting both of her hands on the floor, feeling the soil, trying to see if the flower was awake and if it wanted to talk.

She was awake but she was a bit dry 

“Harry before I talk to her, can you put a bit of water on it” she called him Harry, not Pierrot, the spell was faiding and he could only hope their newfound love didn’t fade aswell.

With a snap of his fingers a little cloud was made over the flower, raining a little bit, then vanishing with the wind. 

“Hello, are you feeling better now?” Maya asked with a sweet voice, the plant opened more showing its petals as a way to thank the couple.

“How do you actually comunicate with them? Like you ear their thoughts?”

“No, I feel what they feel, and she feels safe here with us. Come one, put your hands here and try to focus with your heart and mind”

“I’m not a fairy”

“Just try, come one. Sometimes I can pronouse witches spells and actually works and I don’t even know why. So with his left hand he carressed the petal but never taking his mind of the pink haired girl and he felt his heart race at the same time he felt like the little red and orange plant was trying to show him something.

“My heart is beating so loud... what does that mean when you touch a flower and you feel this?”

“Love”

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After saying goobye to the flower, walking hand in hand, they got to Harry’s little cabin. Made out of woods it had a small living room with a little couch, books everywhere, stones, herbs, charms. Betsy was nowhere to be seen, maybe she wanted to give them privacy. The dark walls were contrasting the pink of her hair but she looked like... home. Like she belonged there. 

Turning around to look at Harry she felt this need to kiss him, she was feeling such a strong love for him, she couldn’t hide or pretend anymore, so she want for it. With her hand pulling him towards her, Maya kissed him.

This time with hunger. This time with power. This time to hold onto him in the most intimate ways. 

With their height difference being so big, Harry helped her to get on the couch and started to assault her neck. With his hands carresing her neck and her hips. 

“Can I touch you” he asked her

“Please” So that’s what he did. Kissing her and letting his hands explore her like the most searched treasure map , slowing coming closer to her breasts, first touching her lighting, then gripping with a strong yet caring hold. Feeling her, trying to read her body. When his fingers reached her nipples he lost it, kissing her neck with intent, marking her, showing her this was it. 

“Take off my clothes, please, please” she said in a fant voice, too caugh up with pleasure. So that’s what he did, with his hands he took everysingle piece of clothing they both were wearing. Using his streight to take her to his bedroom.

Maya wanted to analyse every little thing about his home, but at that moment, with his lips making a long waited jorney across her body, she knew she had to to this in the morning.

He kissed, he touched her. She whispered how much she wanted them. He gave her anything and everything. Kissing her tights, her most private parts, using his tongue, and his fingers, using anything to make her shiver to make her want him even more. 

When they were finally one, Maya lost a bit of her control over her powers making petals of the same flower they talked earlier fall over them in a shower of love and desire, Harry loved that he made her feel like that so he only encraised his powerfull movements. 

In that moment that was only a verb they could conjugate: to love. 

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The sun is almost up, the spell was vanishing, they were no longer Pierrot and Columbine. They were Harry and Maya. 

“Hey, Harry... I think I should go back to my place?” 

“Won’t you stay? We can have breakfast together” 

“Why should I?vWe can’t be Pierrot and Columbine forever” 

“But we can be Harry and Maya” 

She looked sad, she knew about the spell. 

“But the thing is... we’re not”  he looked at her with confused green orbs. So she told him about the words Florence told her.

“You know... that spell does not change a thing, because it only made us say and do what we always wanted to do” he took her hands, playing with her fingers, adoring her white glittery nail polish, trying to keep everything memorized because he knew she was leaving. His visions were wrong, she wouldn’t stay “but if you wanna leave, it’s okay. You can go back to hate me but I won’t hate you, well, I won’t pretend that I hate you when the truth is I love you with my hole soul” 

She was quiet, looking around his room. Trying to keep something with her when she left but her legs weren’t working. The way he had deep red walls and paitings from his many years of life upen the earth. The deep black sating sheats and the beautiful naked man adorning the dark satin. And when she looked at him she saw his light, his golden light. She was seeing his aura. That was a power witches held, so why she was seeing his aura. 

“You know, even your aura is pink”

“And yours is gold” 

Harry understood at that second that there was no going back. They were connected now. One can only see the aura of their true love.She could leave and he would hurt forever for part of him would leave with her. So he decided to try to get her to stay. 

“You know, sometimes I daydream that you come into my room and just lay down next to me. And I always feel so happy about it. Because if you ever come and visit me, at any given time, I would let you. I just want you in my life, I have this pull towards you. I just need to get to know you.”

He paused se he could put her messy hair behind her left ear

“When I fell over you sunflowers I felt terrible. Because not only I made you hate me, I thought I lost the chance to be with you. But, if everything we went through is because now we’re slowly walking, with no rush, to a path full of love. I won’t ever hate you. I will always cherish you. Because if you want me, truly want me, let me know, because when it comes to me I just need to tell you that you will have in me a friend, a lover,  even a personal brewer when you want some nice potion to make you feel dangly inside”  

“You don’t understand. I want to be with you, but how can you be the one to match my soul if you killed one of the things I love the most:” 

The sunflowers. It the end it would always be about those flowers. And Harry will hate himself every second of the day for the rest of eternity if he doesn’t fix it 

“Will you every give me another chance? Just one? Can’t you see how we fit? You don’t find this anywhere, damn it, it’s so rare for fairies and witches to be made for one another but when they do... it’s perfect. Look and Blanca and Florence. You have my heart in your hands, every piece of it, even the parts I don’t even know about. It’s you, it’s you you you. Everything is for you. Everything is about you” 

She was quiet, but she was still holding his hands. 

“I will spend the rest of eternity with you trying to grow sunflowers, they won’t be kept in our memory because we will plant new seeds from our love. One chance. Just one chance” 

Maya got closer, touching his forehead with her, her eyes golden from the sun that was entering the room from its window

“So... what changes?”

““Everything’s still the same, nothing changes. Except now, I get to hold you, and kiss you, and show you much I love you.”

With that she kissed him, and they kissed till the sun was high in the sky. With her on top they were moving together in the most intimate dance one could ever share. They were one and while they were kissing and making love to one another pink and gold mixed together, healing their pass and plating new seeds for future filled with love. 

Maya was the first one to wake up, with Harry’s familiar on top of her, asking for attention: 

“Hey, Betsy, what is it?” 

The little animal went to the window, so she followed and when she saw it, she couldn’t believe it: 

Sunflowers. Everywhere. 

She didn’t even knew she was crying till she saw a tattooed hand holding her face: 

“My dove, why are you crying” 

“The sunflowers. We made them” 

“You finally gave your sunflowers” 

She gave him a small kiss 

“Our sunflowers, my love. Our sunflowers” 

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Call Me a Traitor, but I Chose to Run. 

Part One: The Team

They'd call him a traitor anyway. He needed to keep his friends safe. Tommy has to make a tough call, but he knows its right at the end of the day. As long as he gets to see his friends bloody faces actually smile for once.

Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Technoblade, and Niki.

TW: Mentions of near death experiences, burn wounds, medical talk, and talk of running away.

*** 

Tommy couldn't even count the things that had happened to him on his fingers. Tubbo had shown him the discs, the button was gone, Wilbur was going mad, Techno had betrayed them, Schlatt knew everything, no one had helped them, and Niki had gotten caught up in the mess. It had been days since he had watched Tubbo's execution. Days since the echo of the fireworks faded. Days since he fought Technoblade in that pit, the fire of pure anger fueling his moves. He had stood on the roof with Wilbur only hours ago, feeling a rush of anger as Schlatt found the fine print. And now there were traitors among them. Traitors among the most powerful group on the server as of right now.

He leaned back against the stone wall in Pogtopia's ravine in an area he had cleared the buttons from. He let his mind wander, back to a day where he felt perfectly at ease even with the swirling tornado of emotions in his heart.

***

So what was I supposed to do? He thought, leaning against the jukebox and feeling the vibrations of the music. Tubbo sat behind him, up against a tree with Niki, who worked at mending his burns and cuts from the fireworks. Tommy wiped his bloody nose on his sleeve, curling his pained knuckles against the grass.

"We gotta stick together. I know we already agreed on that but now we have to." Tommy says, glancing behind him at the other two. They both look at him confused but don't say anything, so he continues, "we can't trust Wilbur or Technoblade. That was shown today. So we need to get away, as quickly as we can."

"I agree with you, but what about Tubbo's wounds, Tommy?" Niki cuts the end of a wrap of bandages and tenderly tucks it into the rest around Tubbo's chest. Tommy tries to ignore the blood that already starts to soak it despite his stitches, "It's evident he's in no state to be running off now. He's going to need weeks time to recover!"

"Can I ride horseback with these injuries, Niki? I have a horse we can use..." Tubbo trails off, watching past Tommy at the ends of the sunset. He looks so tired, Tommy feels a weight settle in his chest as he looks away from the sight of his best friend wounded and dazed.

Tommy restarts the disc and rises towards the sunrise, feeling it heat his skin as it draws him in like a siren's call for a few seconds, then he sighs, turning to face his friends, "I can use the tunnels to find your horse and whatever supplies you have in your bunker... then we can bring it all to Pogtopia and tell Wilbur we're keeping it here for safekeeping. Then, once Tubbo is healed enough, we put him on the horse and get the fuck out of here."

"That's not a bad plan... most of Tubbo's burns are on his upper body... it'll only take me a few days to patch up your guy's clothing... I'd say the earliest we can be out of here would be by the weekend? That's pushing it though... and it'll come down to how quickly Tubbo can heal up." Niki suggests, moving to patch part of Tubbo's face. He grins softly.

"If everything works out, that's the plan," Tommy says, running a hand through his hair. Niki rubs some medicine on Tubbo's wound that makes him flinch but he doesn't say anything at first.

"Let's just stay together, no matter what. We know we can trust each other, we know people are going to break out in fights here soon. I just... don't have any energy to be angry anymore. I wanna leave." Tubbo closes his eyes as Niki continues to clean up his wound. Tommy can see a shift in her face, he knows it hurts her heart to see Tubbo this way. His usual bounce and sparkle are gone, leaving a shell of what once was. Tommy looks away, towards where the colors of the sky are going from a stunning orangey gold to a darkened black and starts to hum along to the end of Mellohi.

***

It was around 7 pm when Tommy took to the tunnels. Kneeling on the wooden path, he managed to easily carve out the rocks they had used the hide Tubbo's tunnels. Getting up, he dusted off his busted up jeans and grabbed the empty bags in his hand. Checking to make sure his diamond sword was still strapped to his hip, he started to rush down the endless halls as quickly as he could. This was riskier now that the tunnels were known areas, so he had to be sharp. It should be easy, he tells himself, it should be in and out.

"Tommy!" Oh god fucking damn it. He turns, readying a sword. But the man in front of him doesn't raise one of his own. He doesn't seem hostile, he seems frightened.

"Vice President Quackity?" Tommy questions. The decorums feel odd to say, but he'd rather not get in a sword fight right now.

"Tommy I— I quit!" Quackity chuckles, almost sounding like Wilbur for a second before he breathes in and his speech steadies, "Tommy. I want to assist Pogtopia. I'm so fucking sick of Schlatt, I can't believe he just— ugh!"

Tommy is truly astonished to see the other so unkempt. Sighing, Tommy lowers his sword, adjusting the bags on his back. There isn't a good way to judge if Quackity is being honest to him nor does Tommy care to investigate it. He thinks he's going to be out of Pogtopia in the morning, it doesn't matter to him.

"Fine, Big Q, be my guest. Just help me get some supplies from Tubbo's old bunker." Tommy hands him a bag and Quackity nods, seemingly aghast at Tommy's immediate trust. But he doesn't question it as he follows Tommy to the bunker. It feels odd to walk here again, but Tommy knows he has to clear the bunker before Schlatt can. The books in there are sacred, who knows what a tyrannous leader (who wishes to terminate the past of his country) would do with them.

"Quackity. Go get all the supplies from the chests upstairs, grab the bed and dismantle it. Bring the horse into the tunnel." Tommy motions towards the area and Quackity nods promptly, before running off to go do as he was asked. Tommy murmurs and makes his way to where the books are kept, Tubbo had only shown him the room once, so he hoped he found the right room. He knocked down the wood under the stairs, keeping an ear open for Quackity and any other intruders.

"Here we are." He muttered, his eyes faded as he entered the room. He carelessly grabbed the books and rammed them (as neatly as he could, which wasn't very neat) in the bag. After that, he swung it over his shoulder and began to make his way out. I really should burn this place to the ground, his mind tells him. He pauses at the base of the stairs as he ponders the idea. No one would find it then, but they'd already taken everything out, so it didn't matter, right?

"Tommy, you ready to go?" Quackity questions, trying to steady the horse that wants nothing to do with him. Maybe he shouldn't commit mass arson in front of Quackity. He also shouldn't burn Tubbo's property without his written permission, in case Dream requires it. He can always have someone else burn it all down later.

"Yeah, and give me the horse." Tommy trudges up the stairs and seizes the reigns, gently rubbing the horse's head as it bumps against his shoulder. He leads the horse out to the tunnels, motioning for Quackity to stand behind him for a second while he patches up the wall using some planks. It's efficient at blocking off Tubbo's house, even though that probably won't stop Manburg. Grabbing the reins, Tommy begins to walk off, telling Quackity to follow him with a small nod. Quackity walks wordlessly on the other side of the horse, the bags weighing him down a bit. Tommy doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to, he doesn't even know what he's supposed to say.

After a bit of walking they turn a corner that Tommy had to dig out to get to the paths, he and Quackity go through first before the horse does, so they don't get kicked if something goes wrong. Tommy realizes Quackity hasn't seen this part of the tunnels yet, and he smiles a bit to himself, "Hey, can you close up that hole? We're trying to keep Schlatt from finding Pogtopia."

"Yeah! Yeah yeah, I got it." Quackity turns back, kneeling down and starting to shift some of the rocks back into place. Tommy takes the bags he's set down and ties them on either side of the horse's saddle as a makeshift holder, turning back to look at Quackity he notices the other is still donned in his Manburg attire. It makes Tommy feel uncomfortable for a moment, but he shakes it off.

Quackity finishes quicker than Tommy thought he would, and the two finish up the trip to the minute ravine where Pogtopia hid. Niki darted her head out from behind a rock and prepared an arrow at the (former?) Manburg Vice President, Tommy quickly waves her off, not wanting trouble.

"Where's Wilbur? Quackity wants to join." He asks, approaching Niki. Quackity follows like a lost puppy, shuffling his feet somewhat as he looks down.

"By the farm, I think." She keeps her crossbow loaded but doesn't fire. Tommy nods at Niki, who takes the horse's reigns before heading off into a side room she'd made for Tubbo the day after the festival. Tommy guides Quackity towards the stone door to the farm and slowly steps on the pressure plate. The door slides open with a loud thud and Wilbur glances over from where he's standing with Techno.

"Wilbur," Tommy's voice is even, "Quackity wants to join."

Wilbur nods and beckons Quackity in. Before Wilbur can say anything to Tommy, he turns, immediately leaving the area and going to the side room with Niki and Tubbo. The two had clearly been mid-conversation as Niki was laughing as she began to divvy up the supplies in the bags into their chests.

"So when are we ready to leave?" Tommy whispered, lying next to Tubbo on his bed. Tubbo smiled down at him, his bandages had just been removed to allow the burns to breathe a bit. The skin there is red, slightly yellow, rough-looking, and bubbly. It still makes Tommy sick to his stomach, but Tubbo's wide smile makes Tommy think the boy doesn't even mind the wounds.

"Actually, Tommy, we need to push this back..." Niki says softly, inspecting some of Tubbo's burns, "He's not healing fast enough to leave this week, I'm not even sure if he'll be ready by next week."

"How long do burns take to heal, Niki?" Tommy asks, keeping his voice level. He can't show Tubbo he's a bit upset that they can't leave because then Tubbo will blame himself. Even though Tommy often messes with Tubbo, he doesn't want to genuinely see him upset.

"It could take a few more weeks... but with his level of burns and how many potions he's going to need to take... we have to be careful, we can't overdose him." Niki hums, "I can make about five potions as of right now, but we can only give him one every six hours."

"You have the ingredients?" Tubbo asks, "but you've barely left my side.."

Niki giggles softly, walking over to the crafting table and opening the screen, beginning to put in some cobblestone down, "That you've seen. Techno gave me some nether wart and glistening melon last night, I fixed up his ax in exchange for the ingredients."

"What about the bottles and blaze powder?" Tommy asks, leaning on his side and watching as Niki begins to craft... something.

"Tommy, I need you to go in the nether and get some blaze powder, if you can." Niki motions to a chest, "I have your supplies and some glass bottles in there if you could please try? You can bring someone with you, I don't mind, I just need the blaze powder for Tubbo."

"The Nether is free-range right?" Tommy asks, opening one of the chests in the room and rustling through it before lifting a thick jacket Niki had fixed up for him. It's an old, beat up, navy blue jacket from L'Manburg. Niki had made it for him originally, it still fit like a glove years later. Niki nodded in response to his question as she set down a brewing stand.

"Thanks, Niki." Tommy grinned and Tubbo stirred in the blanket as he shivered. Niki looked back and smiled softly, but didn't say anything as she grabbed a log and tossed it into the fire nearby them. The ravine was always cold, it just seemed to get colder and colder as the days went on. Tommy was warm enough in his long sleeve shirt and jeans, so he gently draped the jacket across Tubbo's shoulders. Tubbo murmurs a soft thanks and curls up in it.

Niki sits on the bed and sighs, leaning back before looking over at Tommy, "Techno made mashed potatoes for dinner, unsurprisingly, I have some mutton to go with it if you want. Eat up before you leave." Niki handed the two teens bowls chock full of food and took her own. She pretended not to notice how hers had less than the others. Tommy noticed but didn't say anything.

"He always makes the same things," Tubbo grumbled, lightly taking a spoonful into his mouth. Tommy agreed.

"I probably won't eat all this, maybe you two can split what I don't eat," Tommy stated, pushing around the mush until he decided it was decent enough to actually eat. The three sat on the bed in silence, eating the limited food they'd have for the night. Niki finished her dish first, then Tommy handed her his leftovers after a short back and forth. Tommy laid back on the bed again, directly next to Tubbo to try and keep him warm. Niki sat a bit closer as a breeze ran through the cave.

A while later, there was a delicate tap on the stone of the room, three equal taps almost like a knock. Tommy and Niki both stood, out of instinct to run or fight whoever was there. Tubbo slowed his eating, but when he recognized who it was, he continued.

"Blade?" Tommy walked over to be beside Niki, who gently sat on the bed again.

"Here." He held out a big bag to Tommy, who took it and promptly set it on the floor to open it. Techno took a few steps back, resting his hand on the doorway as Tommy pulled out supplies.

"Blade..? Why did you give us this stuff?" Niki asked, looking down at food, coal, ores, some armor, and tools.

"I... I feel like it's right to help you leave. Since everything that happened at the Festival. I have emotions, I know, a rare sight." Techno looks away with a laugh, even as his lips frown. After a moment, he drags down the pig mask from his face to look Tommy properly in the eyes. It's odd to see the scars that he hides, across his nose and his eye, Tommy tries to not flinch at the sight, "be safe you three, alright? Wilbur doesn't know you're leaving yet, try and keep it that way. I'll cover for you until you're gone."

"We will be. Don't worry, and thank you so much Technoblade." Niki grins, and Techno nods goodbye and leaves silently as he slides his mask back up. The three look at each other in bewilderment but take the supplies without question. Niki gets up, taking the bag to distribute the supplies into chests again. Tubbo finishes his food and hands his empty bowl to Tommy.

"I'll go wash them out really quick, then suit up." Tommy stands and leaves the room. Walking down the ravine he finds a small waterfall he uses to wash off the remnants of the meal. He also cups a bit to drink in his hands, before filling a bowl up to bring back to the room for Tubbo, and a bowl for Niki. As he walks back, some torches near where Wilbur sleeps go out. Techno's stay on, however. Tommy doesn't bat an eye to it as he slips into the side room again. He hands the bowl to Tubbo, who quickly gulps the majority of it down. Niki drinks about half before setting hers aside. Checking a clock on the wall Tommy noticed it was around ten at night. It made sense for Wilbur to be going to sleep at this time. He turned, looking to his side at Tubbo, who was already starting to nod off.

"I'll go through the rest of the supplies and ration it out equally." Niki says softly, "have fun fighting blazes Tommy,"

"I won't." Tommy teases, kneeling down to grab his armor and slip it on. It's mostly iron armor with a diamond chestplate. It's not enchanted, as Tommy doesn't like reading all those books and such to get the knowledge to enchant. He just wants to run in and bash things, armor helps him not die immediately.

"Be careful Tommy," Tubbo says from his bed, peaking over the edge of his blanket like a toddler. His eyes are nearly closed and his voice is distant, he'd nearly asleep.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Tommy nods to him.

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StarKid lyrics that are extremely relevant right now (Part 3)

U.S. Election Edition

*Yes, some of these are repeats from Part 1 and/or Part 2, but they are now relevant in a new situation, so they are worth repeating. 

“But despite all of my struggles, I’m still alive” (“Goin’ Back to Hogwarts,” AVPM)

“Let’s reevaluate our options, throw away our old presumptions, ‘cause really, you don’t have to go through this” (“The Dragon Song,” AVPM)

“Here I am, face to face, with a situation I never thought I’d see, strange” (“Granger Danger,” AVPM)

“And oh, how the feeling grows” (“To Dance Again,” AVPM)

“Now, at once, a chance appears” (“To Dance Again,” AVPM)

“To give me strength, show concern, ask for nothing in return, say hello, talk me through, do the thing that presidents fathers should do” (“Missing You,” AVPM)

“I’ve seen how heartless the world can be” (“Not Alone,” AVPM)

“And nothing’s ever gonna bring us down” (“Not Alone,” AVPM)

“Well now it’s our turn, our turn” (Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” AVPM)

“We must unite so we can fight, turn the battle around! Time’s running out, it’s time to shout” (“Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” (AVPM)

“We won’t be pushed around any more, we’ll be a force you cannot ignore” (Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” AVPM)

“We’ll stick together, fight through thick and thin. If we stay side by side, there’s no way we can’t win” (“Me and My Dick,” MAMD)

“It’s time to start over” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“So get that chip off my shoulder! ‘Cause it’s weighing me down and keeping me right here” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“It’s not too late to turn around and find a better way. It’s not up to fate to lay the groundwork for a better day” (Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“While’s… we’s… waits to be delivered, go ahead, cry me a river” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“Lord have mercy are we ready to go!” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“We’re finally ready, and the time is right for us to light a spark. We’re keeping it steady, with our eyes on the prize to get us through the dark” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“The world would be much better if you listened, a little bit, to me” (“Listen to Your Heart,” MAMD)

“Feel like the sun is shining, like every song is rhyming, everything is right on time in perfect key” (“Finale,” MAMD)

“So look alive and don’t forget that it’s not over yet” (“Not Over Yet,” AVPS)

“I’m laughing, it’s hard to hide a smile, my God it’s been a while since I have had a reason to” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“And so many nights I’d pray for a better life and a better day, but I never thought that it’d come true, it’s finally here and I don’t know what to do” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“And I’m trying not to cry” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“My heart starts to heal, to know this is real” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“Just try to relax, face the facts” (“Gettin’ Along,” AVPS)

“My mind is racing, but my heart, it beats faster. I’m in control, commander and master. Lady fate awaiting disaster, but she ain’t the boss of me” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“Let’s not forget that we hold the cards this time, so there’s no need to bitch or whine” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way I’m gonna take another option, no way I’m gonna settle with a loss, no way I’m gonna sit around and watch, there’s no, no way” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way you’re gonna find me in the background, no damn way you’re gonna see me satisfied, no way they’re ever gonna make me back down, no, no way” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“We’ll take it on together, we’re stronger and we’re better, and if there’s a problem HA! whatever” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way we’re gonna leave it up to chance, there’s no damn way we’re gonna go without a fight. No way you gonna see us on our ass there’s no, no way.” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way we’re gonna settle with sorrow, leave right now if you think this ain’t real” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“Don’t matter if it’s sooner or later, I know that it’s gonna be alright” (“Days of Summer,” AVPS)

“So I will try not to cry, but no one needs to say goodbye” (“Days of Summer,” AVPS)

“The future is now, so I don’t see how the time isn’t right for me” (“I Wanna Be,” Starship)

“We don’t hide and we don’t run away” (“Get Back Up,” Starship) 

“I know you see the rough times, hell, I see them too, but I ain’t seen anyone face ‘em half as well as you” (“Get Back Up”, Starship)

“We’re here to get the job done, it doesn’t matter if it’s tough or it’s fun” (“Get Back Up,” Starship)

“You can’t sit around and watch, your destiny is in your control” (“Kick It Up a Notch,” Starship)

“Who cares about normal? I’ll never conform, I will be content to resent the status quo” (“Status Quo,” Starship)

“I kick down the walls around me, they don’t know how strong I am” (“Status Quo,” Starship)

“Now there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can’t do” (“Holy Musical B@man,” HMB)

“Take a mental snapshot of this most auspicious night” (“Rogues Are We (Reprise),” HMB)

“We gotta go meet our destiny” (“This Is The End,” AVPSY)

“I feel unstoppable, I’m super-charged, it’s contagious that’s for sure” (“Senior Year,” AVPSY)

“But I’m here to give you a brand new start and to make your spirit brighter” (“Always Dance,” AVPSY)

“The more your try to climb, the more you’re slipping down the hill” (“Tonight This School is Mine,” AVPSY)

“I’m ready for a change, gonna keep calm and carry on” (“I’m Just a Sidekick,” AVPSY)

“But you shouldn’t give up, no, you shouldn’t do that. Never ever give up, no, don’t ever do that” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“The clock looks still, still the hours pass and all that time is never comin’ back” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“After the sun has had its rest it will arise and light up the sky” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“So science and reason win out in the end” (“If I Believed,” Twisted)

“The road ahead may twist, but I will never swerve” (“Twisted,” Twisted)

“This is the beginning, I’m coming back to life. It feels like something’s coming, and it’s gonna be alright” (“With My Own Eyes,” Ani)

“We’ve barely begun, yeah we’re just getting started, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you, yes you do” (“The Force (You Got It),” Ani)

“It ain’t gonna be fun, just keep your eyes on the target. If anyone can do it, baby, it’s you, yes” (“The Force (You Got It),” Ani)

“Feels like you are going to fail, but don’t give up too soon” (“Independence,” TTTO)

“It’s the grind, take it one day at a time” (“The Grind,” TTTO)

“When the world’s at stake there are lives to save, and even though I shake my hands at god I pray” (“When the World’s at Stake,” TTTO)

“And life, as you know it, is changing” (“Wagon on Fire,” TTTO)

“I guess it’s been days or weeks or months or something worse” (“Lost Without You,” TTTO)

“Nothing can stop us now, oh, nothing can take us down” (“Speedrun,” TTTO)

“Who knew that all this time we had what we need?” (“Speedrun,” TTTO)

“You gotta go when you gotta go, it’s time to get the hell out of here” (“You Gotta Go,” TTTO)

“We’ve got to figure it out, we’ve got to find ourselves some answers” (“We Are People Now,” Firebringer)

“I hope you’re feeling power working through the shroud of mystery, and our history’s growing every day” (“We Got Work To Do,” Firebringer)

“This world is what we make of it, together” (“We Got Work To Do,” Firebringer)

“It’s our turn now, he is gone, our time is here” (“The Night Belongs To Us,” Firebringer)

“We’ll take on whatever’s next” (“The Night Belongs to Us,” Firebringer)

“It’s time to face what’s given us such fear” (“Together,” Firebringer)

“You couldn’t stop us even if you tried” (“Together,” Firebringer)

“We got a lot to do to make it work, we got a lot to do to work it out” (“Finale/Make The Most of It,” Firebringer)

“Do the best that we can here, we got to do a lot of work to make it” (“Finale/Make The Most of It,” Firebringer)

“If we’re gonna stay, we gotta find a way to maintain the balance set in place” (“Finale/Make The Most Of It,” Firebringer)

“Just a typical day that’s got me feeling in a beautiful way, no rhyme or reason” (“La Dee Dah Dah Day,” TGWDLM)

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roofs and mountain tops” (“La Dee Dah Dah Day,” TGWDLM)

“Even now, it’s a dream, the kind that makes you question reality” (“What Tim Wants,” BF)

“You’ll get what you want, you’ll get it back” (“What Tim Wants,” BF)

“It’s time to flip the switch when the problem’s chronic, not being hyperbolic” (“CaliforM.I.A.,” BF)

“Sometimes you gotta slow your breath” (“Monsters and Men,” BF)

“And make a solemn vow to become your best self now” (“Monsters and Men,” BF)

“Tomorrow will come, tomorrow won’t come, tomorrow come today” (“What If Tomorrow Comes?,” BF)

“It’s a matter of time, a matter of time, don’t need to look far to find it” (“Nightmare Time Theme,” NT)

“Watch out cuz the world might surprise you again and again and again” (“With a Thousand Eyes,” NT)

“You’ve got to move, you’ve got to live, you’ve got to keep it positive” (“With a Thousand Eyes,” NT)