#imagination movers lore

[what-is-my-aesthetic]

IMAGINATION MOVERS LORE (my new favorite group of goofballs big time rush WHO???)

[wombocombo4x3]

IMAGINATION MOVERS LORE (my new favorite group of goofballs big time rus...

[hypostatic-oath]

OVERSEER BRAINROT

(This is like. Me rambling. This is poorly explained and my grasp on the canon lore is iffy but this is just how I imagine/will write the Overseer - aka the player - in SAGAU. This perspective will likely change as I understand more of the lore, but for now, here's some crumbs.)

Overseer whose role is, more than simply observing, to keep the canon going.

Experiencing the story, and that includes collecting characters and learning of their lore, exploring the world, building our teapot, etc is our reward for playing our role - and our role is to push the story forward. It doesn't progress without us. We're not Teyvat's creator, but we are the one making each of our worlds move (we're the mover we're the shaker we're the headline maker). If we did not take action, the twins never would've been separated - they would've stayed forever in that choosing screen, held permanently in that moment. If we had not chosen to walk forward and touch the statue, the Traveler would never have gotten the Anemo elemental powers. Would've never helped Dvalin. Signora would've never taken Venti's gnosis. Rex Lapis would never have "died". Every single other major event wouldn't happen.

The player is the being that makes the Canon Events happen - not directly, but through making sure that the story progresses. (Miguel O'Hara theme plays in the background.) And this can happen at whichever speed we decide.

Now, while the fact that we are the ones making the story go by could be used to argue that the Overseer would be the one to make the passage of time, that is not quite true. The days in Teyvat do not depend on the story progression. Months can pass before those two Fatui in Mondstadt (I love them) have any new gossip to share about current events, or they can pass through five new topics in a span of days, depending on how fast the player runs through the quests. Time is not the deciding factor in these characters' fates. It doesn't matter how long it's been since Signora died - Viktor (the Fatui guy at the Cathedral) will not be stationed at his new post unless the player finishes his comission. Teppei's condition won't worsen with time, either. If we don't continue the quest, we can stand next to him for weeks in game before he passes. Thus, I propose that the Overseer is more of a god of Fate (not to mention, the god of time position is taken). To add to this, the things we use to pull for characters are called Fates. Intertwined Fates, Acquaint Fates, both circle back to the same idea. Hangouts can be seen as a sort of exploration of this power - with the ability to choose one of five or six fates for that character (if only Character Quests had that too). It is, however, one of the few times we have control over which version of the story is told. Otherwise, we are mostly the energy that moves it along.

It's not just that it's a canon event and we cannot interfere - it's that it is literally our purpose to make sure it happens, even if we don't like it. We're here to witness and progress the story - and bad things can happen in stories, regardless of what the characters in it want. So right now I am having some Villain Overseer brainrot, not because they want to be evil on purpose, but because some character decides to pull a Miles Morales and say "I'mma do my own thing" and mess up the story's flow. For someone trying to change the course of the story, the force that pushes events forward is obviously Not Good. I can see Fontaine characters seeing the Traveler's arrival as an ill omen, a sign that the prophecy will come true. They're divided, because on one hand, the Traveler has a good reputation, someone helpful, kind, a hero. But the Overseer's attention signifies that events will inevitably unfold. So Lyney invites them to be part of a show. Furina threatens to arrest the Traveler. Navia asks them out for tea. As long as they can keep the Overseer's attention on other matters, the event they dread won't happen. (I won't talk much abt Neuvillette rn becayse spoilers)

Enter eventual Arlechinno boss fight (it hasn't happened yet, but I do hope we get one) - she's the one who tries to fight the Traveler head on, to personally put a stop to it once and for all. Perhaps the Overseer has no ill will, but that doesn't matter. Not when their presence means that the clock is ticking faster and faster every day.

Now for a more lighthearted thought, Isekai'd Overseer who doesn't really have a concept of urgency. No important event will occur without them present, so they have no qualms in arriving on the day after the scheduled date, confident that as long as it is between 18:00 - 23:00 the reservation will still be placed and people will be at their seats as if it was always meant to be that way.

So the Overseer walks into a bar, with a face too fresh for someone who hasn't slept in what the people of Teyvat percieve to have been months, just coming in from the Spiral Abyss, and asks the bartender where their friends are.

"I don't know? Master Kaeya usually shows up at this hour, but the rest of your usual group is probably tending to their affairs."

"Odd. They were supposed to be here by now. We had a big dinner planned." The person in front of him, who Charles is more and more sure definitely looks somewhat off in a way he can't quite pinpoint, seems confused. "There was a reservation and everything. In Kaeya's name, I believe."

"Well, I'm sorry, but the last reservation Master Kaeya placed here was a month ago."

"Again, weird. He said he was going to place one. Oh, well. When the others get here, just let them know I'll be on one of the big tables upstairs, alright? And you can put everything on my tab."

[prisencolinensinainciusol09]

Get ready for headcanons abt children’s tv show also my entire childhood below the cut

Real dudes:

- heterosexual average dudes with kids

- no unreasonably complex lore

- also my childhood but not nearly as much as:

Imagination Movers:

- The basis for my entire music taste

- reason I value life and color so much

- reason I brush my teeth every day

- literally work at and control a giant SCP

- either a four-person polycule or aroace besties

- colorful amazing show stopping platonic daughter

- unreasonably harsh voicemail box

- all their music is a bop

- overpowered gadgets

- literally the same guys but 100000x awesomer

[shesinshambles]

Papas as Dads

Since I’m bored on my lunch break I figured I’d share with you my actual hcs about the papas as dads. If you’ve been reading Selfish Creatures, some of this might be a little familiar to you as it encapsulates a lot of my general hcs about Ghost lore.

Primo: I hc that Primo has a good 10-12 years on Secondo, and since Nihil had always been absent, he had to grow up real fast to look out for his little brother. He definitely views his brothers as his own children and treats them as such. Because he was so preoccupied with making sure Secondo and Terzo stayed out of trouble, all while ruling as Papa, he never had the time to have his own, and if he was being honest, he never really felt the need to.

Is extremely kind, loving, and patient with his brothers, and would make the most wonderful grandpa figure to their children. He loves baking and gardening with the little ones. They come to visit him at his cottage all the time and they’re always excited to go. Also gives amazing advice, definitely the person they all go to when they’re having a hard time figuring shit out.

Secondo: Would probably not want any children. In some sense, he doesn’t entirely trust himself to father his own children, fearing he may keep up some of the neglectful and hurtful tendencies that Nihil had when “raising” them. But that’s mostly in his head. He’s wonderful with kids and all his patience dedicated to them because he knows what it’s like when someone you look up to is short with you when you’re young, and he doesn’t want any child to feel that isolation.

He was about eighteen years old when Terzo was born and he has never loved anything more than his little brother. Because Primo became Papa only a few years after his birth, Secondo took on most of the parenting duties. Putting him to bed, feeding him, playing with him. All the good and bad stuff. His nickname for his younger brother is “little one” and to this day he still uses it in private. Was super patient and let Terzo act like a real kid. His favourite thing was holding him and cuddling him when Terzo would crawl into his bed in the middle of the night.

Terzo considers Secondo his father and occasionally when he’s emotional he’ll slip up and call him “dad” but he truly means it. He had an amazing and loving childhood thanks to his older brothers. When his children are born he introduces them to Secondo and Primo as their grandchildren.

Sometimes people ask him if he’ll ever take a prime mover and have any children of his own. He simply frowns and says “What for? I already have a son”

Terzo: I imagine he’d have like three daughters. The first two are born about four years apart and like him, his third daughter is born a bit later, when the eldest is maybe nine or ten. He absolutely loves being a dad. It’s his favourite thing in the world. And he happens to be their favourite parent. Super loving and affectionate with his babies. He can often be seen with his two eldest clinging to his legs while he carries the baby around the ministry, cooing at her all lovingly. Loves reading to them at night and tucking them in. They’re pretty much glued to him at all times when they're little.

He’s very open with his children and his daughters feel like they can tell him everything. And they do. Whether it’s gossip over lunch in his office or coming to him with romantic troubles, he’s always ready to listen. He may not always have the best advice to give but he does his best to offer support and make sure his daughters know he cares.

He does fall short in the discipline area, which definitely drives his prime mover crazy. But she’s too cute, Cara mia. Yeah, well that too cute kiddo should not be eating a full sleeve of cookies right before dinner.

Terzo had a great foundation and two excellent role models for what a parent should be in his brothers, and it all reflects in how much loves and respects his daughters.

Copia: Because he was raised without much parental figures, fatherhood is extremely daunting for him. When he first found out his prime mover was expecting he ran to Terzo in absolute panic. Luckily for him his best friend is like the best dad ever so he got lots of great advice. He probably ends up having one or two kids, and they’re raised side by side with Terzo. They’re thick as thieves just as their dads are.

Is a little awkward as a dad, especially when it comes to tackling the serious things, and judging by how much difficulty he has reigning in his ghouls, he’s an absolute nightmare at keeping them in line. Even worse than Terzo. Terzo just loves bad ideas, but Copia doesn’t, he just sucks at being authoritative.

He absolutely loves his kids though and tries really hard to be present and supportive of everything they do. Tries to be curious and indulge in their interests as much as he can. And while he may be the more quiet dad type, his children know they can count on him for anything, he’ll always be by their side.

[realitys-ex]

I recently finished Brandon Sanderson’s first Secret Project (Tress of the Emerald See), and wanted to share a few thoughts. It came out recently enough that I will put it below the cut to avoid accidental spoilers. (assume full spoilers for anything Sanderson ever wrote)

I really liked it.

The tone was great (though I imagine that many people could find it anoying compared to the other Cosmere books), it really expanded the lore of the Cosmere, while having practically no impact (as far as I can tell it takes place after the projected end of the Cosmere plotline so probably 1 000 years in the future).

It was perfectly self contained to the point that I think it makes a good candidate for an intro Cosmere book. Now I can imagine that that would surprise some people, so I will explain my reasoning: 1) Despite taking place at the end of our timeline, it doesn’t give anything away about any of the stories, except one mention of Sazed. (a mention so brief and so removed from anything that may connect the reader to Mistborn that they would probably forget it, or assume it was a recycled name)

2) It shows the existence of a wider universe in a way that is both enticing and not at all intimidating. Let me expand on that point as I think it is key. For the vast majority of the Cosmere books, the existence of other worlds was hinted at/ easter eggs. If you read all the books, you would know what was going on and be super happy to catch the hint (oh, he poured some dust into his drink and looks slightly different than the native population? Clearly a Misting/ Mistborn!), but if you didn’t read all the books, you wouldn’t feel like you missed anything (oh he poured dust in his drink etc.? Probably sick or likes added flavour, and one of his parents is from another country).

I really liked this method, as it made the entire process feel exclusive, while welcoming new readers to start anywhere without feeling out of there depths.

This changed in the Lost Metal, where there were clear people from off planet using abilities not seen if you hadn’t read everything. And it was presented in such a way that it felt like a deliberate ‘There is more going on than you know, and you are missing all the implications of this scene by not knowing.’

This was partly due to the P.O.V. character for the scenes, who they were attempting to get to join the group and entice with secrets. (Note, I personally don’t like that direction, but I understand why he is going that way)

In TotES they mention stuff coming from other planets, and weird people and magics, but it is presented ‘hey, thats a thing. it’s weird but lots of stuff is weird. don’t worry about it.’ which  is wayyy less intimidating, and makes someone want to learn more from curiosity rather than feeling like they are missing out. Which I think is wonderful.

3) It shows that there  are powerful movers behind the scenes, but kind of points to them being unimportant.

So the cosmere has crazy shit going on behind the scenes, and we all know that, but it is hard to pick up. In this book we see that Hoid, the Dragon, and the Witch all have vaguely important goals, but the main characters don’t really give a shit about them.

TBH this is really a different version of number 2.

But yeah, I like the book, had some issues with it, as I do with literally anything I ever read, but think it was pretty solid! 

(Though tbch, while the art was good, I don’t think the artist made the right choices. A big deal was made of the MC wearing braids but she is never depicted with em, and the pictures all felt romance covery. Though I will admit I have a bias against any art depicting pov characters.) 

[songslomo]

Homeworld 3 railgun frigate

epic, a smaller but less "grandiose" storyline? It works fittingly. It has recognizable problems, from the weirdo ship design (that however makes it essentially more interesting compared to HW2 "generic VS Hordes" template) to the soundtrack. Without touching the lore that's essentially a travesty.Ĭata is pulp. I can concede that the ship design is pretty nice and the vistas are impressive, but the system under it is. It's already been argued to the death about the mechanical problems of HW2 (fighters, frigate bugs, subsystems) and I don't want to sperg about it again. I can eviscerate HW2's problems all day, it's a game that made me legit ANGERY. Mission design goes from subpar to HW1 derivative (destroy Hyperspace Inibitors, yawn) to annoying (the Keepers and the Movers, imagine having the Graveyard Dog but essentially worse in every regard) to bothersome (Bentusi Ruins) to frankly infuriating (Thadis Shabbah and the THIRTEEN BATTLECRUISERS meme, the last mission is such a shitshow that I don't even know). Lore alterations should be criminal acts, but what can we do? I prefer to judge every singular piece of entertainment and art first on its own, and only then in comparison what it relates to (prequels, influences etc.). I understand your contempt for it, quite like how I despise Skyrim even in comparison to Oblivion and especially Morrowind, but really - H2 on its own is good. It is unfair to call H2 "essentially crap", it really is a good game and a generally nice experience. And ship design is beautiful too, quite distinct and much more refined than how it was in H1, although I admit some designs in H1 were very nice (the "needle ship" for instance). The soundtrack is also quite good, personally I find it much better than H1 and have it on my phone to listen to whenever I want, incorporating "desert tribal Middle-Eastern influences" rather well for a "vast, mostly empty and tribal galactic space" theme. That aside, H2 has improved on graphical department immensely compared to H1 (art direction is another matter), and since video games are visual media that does matter. yeah, I didn't feel anything of the Homeworld there. Recently, by which I mean in the last 2 years, I've completed H1 Classic, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Whether you’re working with the Sony E-mount, Leica M, Canon EF, Fujifilm X, Nikon F or another system, Urth has an expansive range of lens adapters to help you connect with legacy lenses.It may have seen like I panned Cataclysm as "essentially crap", but I merely said it was "uglier and less good", not that it was bad in itself. With more consumers and professionals choosing to use mirrorless systems, keeping your legacy glass on-hand is a great way to keep some flexibility in your practice without spending thousands on new lenses. While it is possible to purchase another type of adapter to fix this issue, they’re expensive and often limited in their function. Perhaps the most important of these is the loss of autofocus. However, there are some noteworthy drawbacks to legacy lenses. The sustainability factor is also something that should be celebrated, as repurposing products means that you’re not contributing to the endless cycle of technology being manufactured and discarded every year. While modern lenses offer some features that many of the formerly great glass simply can’t, it only takes a quick peek at eBay to realise that they can still offer incredible value for money with their image quality. Even if the resurgence of film photography has contributed to an increase in the price of legacy glass, these old lenses can still be hundreds of dollars cheaper than their modern counterparts. The beauty of buying second-hand lenses is that they tend to be rather light on the wallet.

[yotasukekun]

hi

would it be possible to potentially hear you lore for murai please?

oh it is absolutely possible, but let me just preface this by saying i JUST wrote this and it is WAY too long and i KNOW i'm insane. okay so:

i imagine he's half colombian and he grew up here, with his mom and eventually two younger sisters. some would say four people in a small apartment in the capital city might be "too much" or a "fire hazard", but they just lack the vision. cramped is another word for cozy, and those four were the coziest. cozy in their little place under the little smoke detector without little batteries because yakumo took them out to power their little electric toy cars which means it is more of a fire hazard now, but only by a little.

anyways. four mouths to feed is three mouths too many when you're living paycheck to paycheck, so yakumo convinces his mom that no one needs a highschool degree and goes job hunting. even when he's making deliveries or being a mover or painting building facades (which would look Amazing if they just let him be creative with it and not demand boring sterile-white walls), yakumo finds the time to further his education via public libraries. he reads all the latinoamerican classics and moves on to world history and then the sciences. he teaches himself japanese, cause yeah maybe his dad left but his language is not to blame. to this day he doesn't use kanji and his vocabulary is a bit weird from all those outdated books, but he makes do.

awful men come into their lives and his mom always has the hardest time cutting them off. maybe she's weak from being so strong all that time. she loves her kids so much, but love is not enough when you're a parent, yakumo finds. yakumo is exiled from bring "the man of the house", even though he never claimed or wanted the title anyway. stuff happens and he's forced to flee his country and leave his family. expatriated in more ways than one, he arrives at tokyo.

there he finds refuge with another immigrant who owns a dive bar, and in exchange of bartending and sweeping the floors, he's allowed to live in the upstairs floor (attic is another word for a cozy floor). hachiro stumbles into the bar one night, then he walks right into it the next night too, and the next, until they're close enough that yakumo doesn't think it weird when hachiro offers him a couch to crash.

stuff happens and yakumo gets into geidai (might be overestimating the power of the term "stuff happens" here, but this is too long already, so).

art is an expression of one's heart is his is bleeding all over the place. it floods the floor and seeps into the cracks and grows mold in his very being and people are going to notice it. he'd make sure people will notice it.

yatora is sweet and doesn't waver under yakumo's carefully curated charm, and so he likes him. yatora won't ever reciprocate his feelings, and so yakumo loves him.

it's either "go big or go home" and yakumo has no home to go to, so he goes HUGE.

[infcstissumam]

Headcanon Masterlist

|| Yeah, I needed an entirely separate post for just my headcanons! Haha

note: outdated = I no longer believe this or like the headcanon, semi-outdated = I kind of like the headcanon, but there are facets of it I no longer enjoy or believe.

Multiple Papa’s / General Papal Lore

Papa Nihil, I, II and III Teeth Headcanons + pictures (semi-outdated)

Differences between resurrected ghouls through the Eras (Papa I, II & III) (OUTDATED)

Comprehensive Papa Supernatural Power + Ability masterlist 

The Clergy once attempted to house all Papas together... once 

All the Papa + Cardinal Copia’s associated weapons (crack)

Papa pupil Headcanon + infographic (semi-outdated)

Both Papa’s and Ghouls have specific periods of heat/rut during the year

Papa finger-nail/talon headcanon

Papa fertile period headcanons

Papa Speaking Pattern headcanons

Era building scheme headcanon

Papa Papacy symbolism + Cardinal Copia (this aged really well ngl)

Papal makeup is supernatural and the Papa’s are cryptids; and more at 11

When forced to run, Papa’s have to pull a Disney princess and lift up their chasuble ( more on this here )

Papa true age/human age headcanon (semi-outdated)

The Papa’s have their own ‘true tongue’ similar to Ghoulish

Dark emeritus brother headcanons (this headcanon isn’t outdated, more a dark interpretation shitpost)

Papal skeletal face paint headcanon (semi-outdated, canon kinda went against this, but that’s questionable itself, given former sisters of sin never had facepaint, thereby bringing into question whether they’re mere sisters or a higher rank that shares habits)

How Primemovers work/get assigned

Papa dicks headcanon + Copia

Papa I, II and III birth name headcanons

Ghost Project/The Church’s ultimate goal

The four original Papa’s regarding children

Papa I, II, III and Popia’s MBTI

Papa I, II and III favourite foods and drinks

The Papa’s naturally grow horns

How to make a Papa purr without fail

Papa Anatomy Headcanon (semi-outdated)

Papa I, II and III dealing with a sibling (not assigned to them) being friendly and happy with them

Papa’s and the occult

Where is the ministry located and how did they get there?

Papa Nihil

Papa Nihil being first introduced to a baby Papa II and Papa III (semi-outdated)

Nihil always wanted a daughter (sexism tw)

Papa I

Papa I doesn’t really enjoy one night stands

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa I isn’t fully white

Papa I will not allow the young or vulnerable to have hearing protection at his show + his partial deafness

Papa I enjoys gifting small jewellery to his s/o

Papa I headcanons (OUTDATED)

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Papa II

What I believe the best time for Papa II is (semi-outdated)

How Papa II says ‘I love you,’ his stance on PDA and when he lost his virginity (semi-outdated)

Sister Imperator being Papa II’s mom

Cardi C being Papa II’s son (OUTDATED)

Papa II natal chart

How is Papa II for eye contact during sex

Papa II’s signature sunglasses are custom

Papa II has had two prime-movers (semi-outdated)

Having Papa II fall in love with you would include (semi-outdated)

Papa II’s greatest regret

Papa II’s opinion on thiccness (semi-outdated)

Papa II doesn’t like colourful/patterned socks

Papa II’s Papal Ferula isn’t just for show (semi-outdated)

Papa II misses how close he used to be with Papa III

Papa II instinct is always to protect those around him

Papa II’s favourite Ghoul

Papa II pals around with Omega

Despite his hatred for Papa II still secretly desires his approval

Papa II only sits like a substitute gym teacher

Papa II is always ready to square-up

How would Papa II react to someone trying to help him overcome his trauma

Would Papa II be protective over his kin/children?

Papa II dossier

The storyline of Circe takes place with Papa II, not Papa III

Papa II nearly put Bon Jovi on Infestissumam for his cover

Papa II doesn’t despise children and does, in fact, have the dad instinct

Papa II doesn’t give a fuck but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa II gentle lovemaking hc (this is more an imagine though??? idk)

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa II on the first date (OUTDATED)

Papa II is selfish

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY’RE SUPER CLOSE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOU EDGELORDS)

Papa II doesn’t go out of his way to glamour himself

Papa II can play the organ

Papa II often tried to seek out his father as a boy 

Papa II’s titles, because he’s an extra bastard

Papa II has a gold tooth

Papa II picks at his talon when bored or impatient

Papa II is a secret romantic

Papa II’s hair type

Papa II with an insecure partner

Papa III

Papa III regarding ghouls with missing limbs/digits, etc.

Papa III’s reaction to getting someone pregnant

Papa III didn’t have a nice childhood, or so to speak (semi-outdated)

Papa III refuses to have sex with a conversation first

Papa III can be the living embodiment of a spoiled brat (semi-outdated)

Papa III is an AFAB trans-man (not outdated! I still love this headcanon, I just don’t write it as often anymore)

Papa III, regardless of verse, is always the last to die

Papa III is scared of violent storms

Papa III is the only Papa to let his ghouls call him Papa

Papa III + applicable life skills (spoiler: he doesn’t have many)

Papa III unapologetically tears up during sex

Papa III has ADHD

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa III favourite kinks

Papa III needs therapy: a masterpost

Papa III’s only photo of his mother

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)

Papa III tries to befriend his ghouls and views them more like pals than meaningless servants (semi-outdated)

Papa III talking in his sleep and mumbling

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Cardinal Copia / Popia

Copia is the type of guy to get his s/o flowers

Copia will do a little happy dance when excited

Copia is autistic

Copia + having a mommy kink (y’all are heathens istg)

Sub Copia headcanons

Popia jealousy headcanon

Copia with an S/O that plays full contact sports

Copia signs off business emails with an emoji

General Ghoul Headcanons

The Ghoul’s have a far more refined sense of smell

The Ghouls, like rabbits, will headbutt for attention and affection

The Ghoul’s regarding human periods

Ghoul death/veneration headcanon

Ghoul Temperature headcanons

Ghoul anatomy headcanon

Ghoul body mod culture headcanons + piercings

You can trance Ghouls

Ghoul sounds headcanon (not nsfw surprisingly!)

Can Ghouls and Humans procreate with each other?

Ghouls + bodily insecurity

The Ghouls are trained like bridesmaids to help their Papa in fashion disasters

Ghoul Mating Rituals

Ghoul Strength headcanons

Church Reaction to Ghoul’s dating

Ghoul’s can impact the dreams of the sleeping headcanon

Friends to Lovers series

Friends to lovers: Cumulus

Friends to lovers: Cirrus

Friends to lovers: Dewdrop

Era 4 Ghouls

Ghoul dicks headcanon (Era 4 only)

Era 4 Ghoul Guilty Pleasure headcanon

How the Ghouls would handle their chubby S/O being taunted or treated poorly because of their weight

Aether, Dew and Mountain with a seriously sick S/O

Dew refuses to wear clothes + why

Rambling about Dewdrop

Dew can and will steal your stuff

Fluffy Dewdrop headcanons

How to really piss off Dewdrop

Rain + the sub or dom debate

Cumulus & Mountain NSFW headcanons

Mountain + a smaller lover headcanons

Mountain refuses to be ‘that huge ghoul’

General Swiss headcanons

Swiss loves making nicknames for people

Other Ghoul Headcanons

Era 2-3.3 Ghoul Zodiac Signs

Special Ghoul headcanons

[innertravelercoffee]

Welcome

Horror, it seems, has always been with us. The roots of Horror in literature can be traced as far back as the narrative myths of the ancients. Abounding with gods and monsters, couched in fable and folktale, the stories our ancestors told each other often invoked the fearsome unknown or the mysterious in the effort to convey some moral truth or practical lesson. Legend and lore of Ancient Greece and Rome are replete with tales of such unsettling beings as ghosts and vampires, werewolves and witches.

The Middle Ages brought forth such stories as that of the devilish tormentor from Caesarius of Heisterbach’s “Dialogus Miraculorum”, medieval werewolf tales like “Bisclavret” and rehearsed encounters with the devil in “The Shewings of Julian of Norwich”. Walter Map’s 12th century “De Nugis Curialium” includes a tale of devil-worship, a case of demonic infanticide and a discussion of incubi and succubi.

Published in 1487, “Malleus Maleficarum”, (The Hammer of Witches) was written by the discredited clergyman Heinrich Kramer (under his Latinized name Henricus Institoris). The definitive treatise on witchcraft, it was relied upon by royal courts during the Renaissance as the requisite manual for the prosecution of witchcraft throughout the 16th and 17th centuries.

With the 18th century came Daniel DeFoe’s chilling works on the supernatural: “The History of the Devil” (1726), “An Essay on the History and Reality of Apparitions” (1727) and “A System of Magick” (1728), affirming the reality of the unseen world.

Gothic Horror, recounting supernatural terrors in gloomy castles was conceived by Horace Walpole in “The Castle of Otranto” (1764) and furthered by Ann Radcliffe’s “The Mysteries of Udolpho” (1794). The now-familiar monster Mary Shelley brought to life in 1818 in “Frankenstein” looms large to this day and Edgar Allan Poe’s 19th century macabre meditations on mourning and death, premature burial and reanimation of the dead still haunt the literary landscape where they have grown to envenom our imaginations and become entrenched as a domineering literary influence.

In 1897 Bram Stoker introduced what was to become the definitive vampire tale with “Dracula” while the Victorian age (1837–1901) ushered in a wealth of Classic Ghost Stories, evoking the incorporeal with tales of the incursion of the supernatural well into the twentieth century.

The twentieth century saw the maturing of the modern period of Western philosophy and the appearance of new philosophical questions challenging traditional beliefs in the supernatural. In the field of metaphysics, skepticism regarding a preternatural realm and questioning the ultimate nature of “being” wielded an influence that gave birth to a new chapter in the history of Weird Fiction: Horror on a Cosmic Scale.

With the disappearance from consideration of the supernal came a new face for horror: A universe not populated by spirits, ghosts and demons and a God who damns for eternity the unrighteous and saves the justified, but a universe empty, mechanical and uncaring, where mankind’s insignificance and existential helplessness in the face of an infinite and meaningless cosmos is given center stage.

Classic Weird Fiction’s Prime Mover, H. P. Lovecraft, illumines this new dark reality thus: “…Common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large… To achieve the essence of real externality, whether of time or space or dimension, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil, love and hate, and all local attributes of a negligible and temporary race called mankind, have any existence at all; …When we cross the line to the boundless and hideous unknown – the shadow-haunted Outside – we leave our humanity and terrestrialism at the threshold.”

Welcome to the threshold of the shadow-haunted “Outside”…

[cero-tia]

LFRP - A’panghur Tia

Please come meet the Cero of an alternate timeline--the cat he would have been if Dalamud hadn’t fallen down and conked him on the noggin. 

Full Name: A'panghur Tia

Gender and Sex: Male and about an 82 on the 1-100 Femme/Masc scale

Pronouns: He, him, his

Ethnicity/Species: Ala Mhigan Seeker Miqo'te, of the A tribe

Birthplace and Birthdate: 5th day of the 4th Umbral moon, the month of Rhalgr

Guilty Pleasures: Curling up nearly anywhere with a good book. Dancing, especially at dawn. Oranges. Herbal sachets with scents that remind him of home. Pressing flowers from foreign lands that he sends back to his sisters in the Peaks. Using his carbuncle to help him cheat in street scuffles.

Phobias:  After a time, Panghur’s letters home stopped making it through, and he stopped receiving any. His memories of home are muddled with time, as he was only 9 when he left to come to Eorzea, but he recalls the threatening armored faces of the soldiers who were already starting to occupy Ala Mhigo. He is hyper aware of Garlean influence, appearance, names, etc in the people around him, and it puts him on edge to even think about them. Other than this totally rational leeriness about the people who subdued his own, he is unfortunately without much fear (although some would argue he hasn’t got the good sense to be afraid when he should be).

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably for saving whole cities again and again? Panghur is a Warrior of Light, and was present for at least some of the campaigns that the Scions instigated to counter the threat of primal uprisings. After the Calamity, he became a prominent figure in the adventuring circles, specifically in those pertaining to the freeing of Ala Mhigo. He was at the fall of Baelsar’s Wall, and was at the battle to see his homeland freed from oppression.

I may find more depth to his story as I experience it fresh while I am leveling him–so far it is a bit vague, and I know a great deal more about how Cero managed the post-Calamity Eorzea than I know how Pangur did. Expect updates!

What Have They / Would They Gotten Arrested For:  Inciting a riot, spray painting pro-Resistance propaganda, dumb mischief (that he always talks himself out of), espionage, being a rebel in a time of oppression. Either extremely light, slap-on-the-wrist stuff, or extremely serious, bag-over-your-head-in-the-middle-of-the-night stuff.

OC(s) You Ship Them With: No OCs yet! He’s still building connections to the RP community.

OC Most Likely To Murder them: No OCs hate him that much yet, but I would love to find him a Garlean antagonist.

Favorite Book Genre:  Panghur devours tomes of magical theory and practical application. He has a large library in his Ul'dah apartment of books he’s collected over the years. Prize among them are his hard-to-find and definitely illegal-to-own books on the forbidden Black magics.

Least Favorite Book Cliche:  He doesn’t hate any books, but he just rolls his eyes at romantic bodice-busters and other hyperbolic brain rot prose. It doesn’t stop him from reading them, now and then.

Talents and/or Powers:  Panghur is a canon Warrior of Light, and his Echo manifests as a canny ability to read faces and the occasional fit of visions.

He is also a powerful Archmage, having studied at the three major schools of magic from the time he was but nine summers old. His powers of summoning and thaumaturgy are explosive and cleverly wielded, but also have the calm, controlled experience of the balance of conjury to hone them. He favors his emerald carbuncle, Emeraulde, and is not above throwing rocks when all else fails.

Panghur is also, and has always been, cocksure and precocious. As a young child he was full to the brim of magical talent, and though he has tempered his boastful confidence somewhat upon maturing, he is still very smart, and knows it, and uses it to his advantage when it comes to outsmarting Garlean patrols or haggling down a used-book vendor in the markets.

Why Someone Might Love Them:  He fights fiercely for his homeland. He loves his family and wants to make Ala Mhigo safe for them, and for everyone else’s family. He is clever and delights in making people laugh. He isn’t afraid to get down and dirty in a fight, especially if someone needs defending. He’s got a beautiful face, and the most charming freckles you ever did see over his golden desert-cat tan. If he loves you, he’ll make sure you know it every day.

Why Someone Might Hate Them:  He feels passionately about the freedom of his homeland, and can be aggressive about his feelings if he feels he’s not being listened to or taken seriously (imagine Alexander Hamilton standing on a table demanding to know ‘where the ammunition’s at’). His confidence can come off as arrogant or boastful. He likes to be at the center of the action, and can appear bossy if he gets wrapped up in what’s going on. He studies (in secret) forbidden magic. He has used his carbuncles to table top people he feels need to be taken down a peg, more than once.

How They Change:  When he began his journey to Eorzea, Panghur was a precocious child of 9, spouting off bursts of magic because he could, with little thought to finesse or control. In Limsa Lominsa, he learned how to summon, and how to make friends with dock rats and street urchins, and how to run around behind adults backs to have fun and get in trouble and explore.

In Gridania, he learned conjury, and the importance of balance, and healing, and slowing down to appreciate the small things, the quiet things, the weak and soft things. He learned how to temper his exuberance with meditation and inner-contemplation, and how to strategize.

In Ul'dah, he learned how to blow shit up. He learned a lot more about thaumaturgy than just that, but that was the big part. He learned how to sweet talk high-class movers and shakers, how to navigate the behind-the-scenes powers of the upper crust and the lowest street scum. He learned about the Resistance.

He’s rediscovering himself after waking up post-Calamity, with the world five years older and the war that much further progressed in his homeland. Now he has thrown himself into the fight to free Ala Mhigo, even as he struggles to find old friends and connections and works cheerfully to make new ones.

Why You Love Them:  I first came up with Cero years and years before I started playing FFXIV, and I had to play with his backstory a lot to fit him into the lore of the game. What I came up with was a smarter, cleverer version of Cero that had suffered a traumatic brain injury that lead to amnesia, and once I had that concept, A'panghur began simmering quietly in the back of my head.

I’m just very excited to flesh him out and see what he leads to, because he’s the part of Cero that never forgot his family, or his own strength. He’s a different personality than I often play, and I am very eager to see where his development leads!

[what-is-my-aesthetic]

duudeee just found out james from big time rush supports Israel :(

This clip from imagination movers lore of all things aged terribly well

[perinferiadastra]

The second piece of my collection for the Ghost Secret Santa 2018 ( @ghostbcsecretsanta ​) event.

This was written for @ladymorgve​ . Your prompt was amazing, and I hope I did it justice. c:

Once again, a huge thank you to my betas @angrymintghost​ and @satanicsax​ ! 💙

Main Character: Papa Emeritus III. Warnings: Mentions of blood. No other warning applies. Rating: Teen. Suggestive themes, but nothing explicit. Word Count: 2034. Summary: Papa Emeritus III was a creature of the night, a predator with his eyes on the prey and his mind set on luring her in, all without realising he was being lured in himself. Notes: Vampire AU.

The Sister of Sin had caught the eye of Papa Emeritus III in passing, another face in the crowd with nothing particular about her. It might have been exactly how ordinary she was that contributed to sparking that initial interest; the Third had enough glitz and glam as it was, what with the tour project taking up most of his time. He was an exuberant creature of the night, and loved the spotlight and the adoring masses that came with it, but even he could appreciate the quiet that came with life in the Clergy.

Like his father and his father before him, the Third Papa Emeritus had been born with Gifts from the Old One in the form of abilities that enhanced their position within their Dark Church. He was hesitant to use the terminology that existed for them, for with that territory came the distorted lore of the mortals. Their Bloodline had no hatred for it, and him and his brothers had even played with it within the Band Project, but there was only so much he could stand when he said ‘vampire’ and the accusations of lacking reflections and sunlight came flying.

The sharpness of his smile was obvious, but not enough to cause alarm and became especially easy to overlook when paired with his distracting charisma. The pallor of his skin was often masked by the skull paint and  foundation, though it had been a long time since he had had need for the latter. His eyes’ natural sensitivity to light continued to present a bit of a problem - his older brother, the Second, had been smug and insufferable for months once he had found out, and had taken an uncharacteristic delight in pointing out how useful sunglasses were when the shows were taking place in the afternoon light. The Third suspected the joy of the Second had just been pettiness.

The Thirst was ever present. Though vampires could sustain themselves through normal means of nourishment, the cravings remained, vanishing only during the drinking itself. The youngest Emeritus didn’t see it as much of a problem, far more capable of controlling himself than his father and than the Second. The feeling was akin to that of an old injury, which one would be reminded of now and then, a minor annoyance to daily tasks or a twinge of pain before it rained, but ultimately easy to ignore, and he supposed he had the First to thank for it. It had been the First that had stepped in and had shown him how to feed, the Rituals organised for their Church presenting excellent opportunities in this sense.

The Third Emeritus had been hesitant during his first feeding. He had an inkling that it had been the same for all of them, though the Second vehemently denied it - only for the First to shake his head behind him as the middle child continued his tirade. The Prime Movers who had bore them had not survived due to the toll their gifts took on them, and so the task of caring for them fell to the Clergy, which ensured they had grown up fed and with no need of learning how to procure their sustenance by themselves. It was for this reason that their first feeding was given such importance, as they each selected a Sibling of Sin from those that had volunteered, they were proving themselves capable of sustaining themselves.

The Third was reminded of that night whenever he fed, the taste filling his mouth and consuming his mind. The iron that flowed through the veins of the night’s chosen fell heavy on his tongue, as heavy as the iron which was forged by dying stars and caused their collapse. Such a sweet collapse it was, he mused, as his own thoughts folded in on themselves, everything fading until all that was left was a single, burning point of white light, a pleasure so intense it was incomprehensible to mortal imagination. The aftertaste lingered on his tongue long after the moment had passed, much like how the light of the collapsing astral body lingered to be observed so long after its passing.

Only the first time had been difficult and he had nearly failed to let go. The Sibling of Sin had been cradled in his arms, oblivious to what might have been a terrible fate, their head nestled against his shoulder in bliss as his gifts worked themselves through their rapidly thinning bloodstream, and turned all feelings of pain into a pleasure that echoed the Third’s own. The First had been there to shake him out of it and gently remove him from the Sibling, waiting for the Third’s senses to return to him before teaching him how to care for the volunteer.

The lessons remained firmly stuck in his mind and were reflected in his gentle treatment following these shared experiences. Unlike his older brothers, the Third preferred keeping his temporary partner close and looking after them himself, rather than allowing the members of the Clergy to take over as they were used to doing. It was perhaps due to this that he had had a few more volunteers than the others, not enough to cause too much of a problem but enough that the Third could pride himself on his talents. It was perhaps that this also led the Sister to approach him once the initial interest had been established.

One unclaimed by anyone from the Bloodline before him, she had been reluctant to make their arrangement public. Her outfits hid the marks of their trysts well enough, the wounds caused by the edges of his grins becoming soft in the wake of his attentions, subtle shades against her skin, fading under the fabric that rested lightly on her throat and wrists, softly scratching them and providing her with gentle reminders throughout her days and nights when he was away and unable to worry the marks himself. His presence was rare, but not so much so that the blemishes ever faded entirely, with the Third somehow always returning just in time to refresh his signatures, to write them anew on the sensitive surface of her, using the scars of their last encounter as a template for their present and future.

Though careful about their encounters, and restricting their interactions to a minimum on the premises of their Church, their gazes still lingered on each other in the hallways as they passed by each other, fleeting but intense stares that spoke of unspoken promises. The Third was not one to tie himself to just one person, and those looks of his were known well enough that whatever efforts they had made to maintain a sense of secrecy were slowly crumbling between the whispers of their Clergy. The two of them had decided to continue with the facade even as the Clergy became gradually aware of their relationship, the intimacy of their meetings kept between them and them alone in a world where the delimitation between the public and the private spheres became often muddled.

This was how they found themselves in the rose garden one night following a ceremony. He had presided over the sermon, the dark material of his stage suit clinging to his form, contrasting with his skull paint and complementing his unruly dark locks, another layer adding to the monochrome scheme. Though he had his Papal robes to wear for the occasion, the Third was nothing if not a trendsetter, and broke from the pattern that his brothers and father had followed; first through his choice of clothes, second through his sermon itself - and if he could judge by the slight twitch in Imperator’s eye, his speech had deviated enough from the norm that it bordered on risque, which he liked - and third through his exit itself, long before the Ritual could be arranged and his relatives would partake and feed.

Instead, he meandered down the cracked alleys of old stone that had been set long ago down the back of their property, leading away from the buildings and into the woods, the unnatural darkness that permeated the wilderness of the area putting off anyone who did not already know the location of what they were seeking. The snow cracked lightly under his shoes, though not as it had when it had fallen fresh upon the ground; that honor fell to his companion, whose footsteps he now followed. The chill had not bothered him, the ease the Third had gained having grown up in the cold region acting as an addition to the warmth his gifts provided him with.

This proved useful as he set his sight upon her shivering form, the biting frost bothering her even through the thick fur coat she had thrown on top of her outfit, a sight familiar to him ever since he had gifted her the piece. The Papa couldn’t help but be amused by the frailty of the image, a stark contrast to the strength and poise she displayed within the Church. The Third idly wondered if it was him that was bringing out this side of her as he plucked a rose from the wide assortment of their garden, the flowers now frozen in full bloom as if caught in a moment in time, a static image disconnected from both their past and their future.

As he handed her the flower and wrapped her in his arms, warming her and standing between her and the chill of the wind, he looked into her eyes, his gaze having a nearly hypnotizing quality to it as another mark of his Gifts. Murmuring a greeting, the Third gently tilted her head to the side, bending to her level and nuzzling into the crook of her neck, his eyelashes brushing her skin akin to butterflies. He could hear her heartbeat, loud as thunder against his ear as he pressed ever closer, his cheek coming to rest against the barely-there scars of her throat.

Though this was not a new song, but one they had danced to many times before, he couldn’t help but smile upon hearing her breath shudder in anticipation, one of the few aspects of her life she had no control over. As a prey before a predator, though she came willingly every time, her instincts still worked against her, attempting in vain to warn her from that which spelled disaster, her self-preservation urging her away from he who dwelled in the shadows far from the safety of the fire, ever watching, ever waiting. As his mouth found purchase on the column of her throat, the fire spread and consumed them both, burning in their veins as if turning the iron into molten gold.

He could distantly feel the tears falling from her lashes, formed as her senses went into overdrive and losing their warmth as they travelled down her cheeks, sinking into the collar of his suit. It was one of the few points of contact he still maintained with the outside world, his universe reduced to their minds, melding together as one, just like pieces of porcelain being set together anew, the golden lines cooling and holding tight even as their forms eventually separated and the world expanded once more. The Third picked her up securely and carried her to the gazebo, half hidden behind the roses and free of the snow that surrounded them. There he set her upon his lap, holding her as she came back to her senses, whispers of praise and encouragement spilling from his lips as he stroked her hair.

Soon enough, however, she returned his gestures, her grip returning as she wrapped her own arms around him, fingers gently tugging at his hair and pulling him closer, her mouth set upon his. For the third time, the corners of his mouth were involuntarily tugged up into a smile, sensing the desperation barely hidden under her guise of strength. As he kissed her back and allowed his hands to slip under her coat, he mused that, though his amusement at her endearing form was well founded, he was no better off himself, lost without each other and lost within each other all at once.

[angstymarshmallow]

The Things That go BUMP in the Night

Hi folks! I haven't done this sort of blogging in awhile but I really wanted to jot down some of what I thought about the new book released this week. For starters, although I know I'm a fan of the genre I was still pretty happy with the first two chapters - but like with everything, I still have my gripes about it. And without further ado, let’s get started!

1. Lore. One of the never-ending questions I’ve always found interesting to answer is - how do people that aren’t human fit into the same universe? How do they co-exist. Originally I’ve asked these kind of questions in another post but this specifically was one of the most important questions, going into this book. 

I imagined from the beginning, there was some sort of glamour involved - and I was right! It's not to say it's a hard conclusion to come by lol, in some ways it is kind of textbook. But I think while it is a good way of explaining their world; it would have been more interesting if it was all out in the open (including bloodbound), rather than being quite so hush hush. How would that work? Wouldn’t there be mass panic? Well maybe at first, we are talking about things that go bump in the night, but I imagine there would have to be some kind of legislation in place to support their existence and to keep them in some kind of line. (I’ve read a series once that did something akin to this and there’s been other things where I don’t think this would be something impossible to accomplish). 

That isn't to say nighthunters like Nik wouldn't still have a role within society. They could be a special task force assisted by the government to protect the...well ordinary from the unordinary and vice versa.It just would have been nice to see another explanation other than the more popular substance of - "oh my god, we had no idea these things exist!" But then I guess there would be no reason for glamour anymore, if everyone's accountable for their actions. However, this doesn’t take away from how awesome it is to explore this new detail regardless of whether everyone knows it. And I think it’s worth mentioning that I do like a lot of other things they’ve showed us. They paint this picture of New Orleans, uniqueness. Vera one of the first characters we meet, implores us that the city isn’t black and white but rather there are lots of gray areas when it comes down to the city. 

From the little pieces of context from Vera, to meeting people such as the seemingly charming Garrus and Ivy as well as the shy Krom; as the reader it’s already been established to us that there is more to the supernatural world than just black and white - everyone is a monster. What I really enjoyed is seeing the different representation of supernatural beings in just the little details they’ve allowed to naturally come up within dialogue. And it makes sense! Just like people, supernaturals differ from one another. Plus that kind of detail - I eat that good shit like it's breakfast, and now I'm just waiting for a full course meal.

2. Introduction to Other Characters.

Another refreshing take from this story was the way in which they introduced some of the characters. Particularly, how Vera Reimonenq and Nik Ryder were introduced to us. I can’t even think of another time where we spent almost immediate one-one with a female LI first instead of a male LI. It was surprising and I jumped on the chance right away.

Vera herself is very interesting. I was particularly drawn to the fact that  she swears satin gloves. I think touching is a sensitive thing for her; specifically touching with her bare hands which may allude to the kind of supernatural she is; or more specifically the kinds of abilities she has which sets her apart from “other humans” . I like that we had the chance to know a bit more about her; the fact that this is her first time home in a few years and although she didn’t confide in us why she left- it is clear that something has drawn her back here. It sets up for a very unique love interest :D.

Nik feels a little more cookie-cutter. A hunter with a dark sense of humour and a tragic backstory (i feel that to my soul when he brought up quite briefly; his father in his first diamond scene and the cuts that MC notices when they see a flash of their body). This is my personal biases coming out to get me because I love that kind of detail, and I live for that kind of angst. I also appreciate witty banter and it’s clear to me that whatever MC’s relationship with Nik becomes - they will have some kind of rapport between them.

Garrus, Krom and Ivy.

There’s very little we know about them, considering we spent a small time with each - but Ivy more so when MC and Nik agree to ‘help’ her in a way to find answers as to that creepy monster which appeared in the first chapter. Garrus is what I expect from the fae; charming and probably very easy to be seduced by, Krom was adorable in his own way and Ivy - she interested me the most. She felt a lot more personable and transparent. I think this is partly because of the  time we spent in knowing her a little more than the others, and also because she may be more of a reoccurring character because of her little shop that Nik obviously knows his way around.

3. The Set Up?

There isn’t much to say plot wise about the first two chapters. Naturally it asks of us as the reader several questions. Why can our MC see past glamours? Who wants to protect MC so badly that they’ve paid an extensive amount of money to hire a hunter? And what does this have to do with the necromancy? These questions (and many more), are undoubtedly going to be answered over the course of this book. Although, I’ve already began wondering about this in length - as I have no doubt many others have as well. I like that it sets some objectives in a clear way from the beginning and honestly, so far it has the kind of action packed I never realized I needed for this kind of genre. It’s refreshing to be pleasantly surprised for a change and so far, I expect to keep up with series (diamonds and all).

The pacing so far is great and I’m looking forward to learning more about the Nightbound universe!

TLDR: I really enjoy the set-up of how they’ve painted supernaturals. Although, I was disappointed like Bloodbound, humans don’t coexist with supernatural beings - rather they live among them completely unaware because of glamour.  The lore is really interesting so far and I’m enjoying the characters we’ve met along the way - particuarly Vera and Nik (I think they’ll be big movers in terms of plot) and overall, I think it’s setting up for a great adventure! 

What are your thoughts?

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Mystery Spot- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,229

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual, major character death

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

Tags at the bottom

No soul… no feelings… no humanity… over and over again you kept hearing those words pound through your head, giving you nightmares. You couldn’t imagine yourself without your feelings, your emotions. It’s what made you, you. You couldn’t imagine Dean as a demon, hurting and killing people. It’s not who he is.

Dean could take the nightmares away but he couldn’t take away this one. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was yourself with those evil eyes, laughing at other people’s pain. It wasn’t who you were and it wasn’t right. You knew one thing for sure, you weren’t letting yourself get that way. But the one thing you couldn’t understand was why Dean dreamed you like that? You weren’t even mad about the whole Lisa thing. You didn’t care about that. You cared about how he portrayed you. That wasn’t your dream so why were you like that?

Lips on your neck and cheek were what woke you up. You could faintly hear Asia’s Heat of the Moment playing in the background. You moaned softly and your eyes fluttered open. You stared into green eyes, beautiful green eyes that you’ll miss once he’s gone. You smiled at him and he pecked your lips before sitting up and grabbing his shoes. You looked over at the other bed to see Sam still sleeping.

“Morning sweetheart!” Dean said cheerily, lacing up his right boot.

“You’re cheery considering what happened a few days ago.” You said, sitting up and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Nah, that was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Dean said with a shrug.

“But I would really like to talk to you about what we went through…” you trailed off but Dean was having none of it.

“There isn’t anything to talk about. Okay?” Dean terminated the conversation. He reached over to the radio that was playing the song and turned it up loud, jerking Sam awake. Sam shot his eyes opened and sat up in bed, looking at his brother who was typing up his other boot. You smiled and waved at Sam before getting out of bed yourself.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean yelled happily.

“Dude, Asia?” Sam chuckled, recognizing the song immediately.

“Come on. You love this song and you know it.” Dean winked.

“Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself.” That only made Dean turn it up louder.

“What? Sorry, couldn't hear you.” Dean said, making Sam laugh. Dean started bopping his head to the sing, pointing at Sam as he mouthed the chorus of the song. You watched in amusement, going to the bathroom to brush your teeth. There was a small case going on that could have been given to another hunter but Sam decided that he wanted to take it even though Bela was out there with the Colt. You hoped that she didn’t sell it. You needed to focus on finding her but then again, if she didn’t want to be found, she wouldn’t.

Dean got up and joined you in the bathroom, kissing your cheek as he grabbed his toothbrush. You smiled, liking this side of Dean because you rarely saw it. Sam knew it was time to get out of bed and when he did, he walked into the bathroom. Since you and Dean were brushing your teeth, he may as well do it too. When you were done, you rinsed out the toothpaste but stopped when Dean gargled loudly and for a long time. You and Sam looked at him but he just tried to smile and continued to gargle the water in his mouth.

“You’re an ass.” You said while you walked out of the room. Dean laughed as he spits out the water, letting Sam finish on his own.

“You love it,” Dean smirked, going over to his duffel bag. You grabbed clothes and changed into them, not caring if Sam was in the room. You were only changing your pants and shirt and knew Sam’s seen you in worse before. Sam walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his clothes, bringing them into the bathroom so he could change.

“So, wanna get breakfast? I saw a diner down the street from us.” You suggested and Dean nodded, excited to get food in his stomach. Sam agreed from inside the bathroom and you walked over to the radio and shut it off, right in the middle of the song.

“That’s enough Asia for one morning.” You chuckled and Sam walked out of the bathroom before putting his pajamas in his bag.

“Alright, ready when you guys are.” He stated. Dean reached into his duffel only to pull out one of your black bras.

“This yours?” He asked with a smirk.

“Like I said, ass.” He chuckled and put the bra back in his bag before taking out his gun.

“Bingo,” He said, putting it behind his jeans. It was sad how you had to carry a gun around everywhere because you knew you would need it in case you got attacked by monsters. You grabbed your gun and did the same thing. “Now who's ready for some breakfast?”

You and the brothers left the motel room and walked to the diner. It was a small one but it looked comfy and so you walked in first, smelling good food. Your eyes landed on the cashier giving a dirty old man some change.

“Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.” The cashier said and the old man grumbled as he walked past you and out of the building. A bell ran through the place, the cook sticking his head out of the little window that he could hand the food through to the waitresses.

“Order up!” The cook said, chiming the bell. You walked to the back and grabbed a booth, sliding in first with Dean sliding in next to you and Sam across from you.

“Can’t stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.” A waitress said from behind the bar. You looked over to see a man sitting there. He didn’t look so good and you didn’t know if he was homeless or not.

“Some coffee,” Cal said and passed the waitress some change. It was only a little bit enough for the waitress to give him a cup.

“Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke.” Dean smiled, noticing a poster on the wall that displayed the specials for the day.

“You even know what that is?” Sam asked which made you giggle. The waitress from behind the bar walked over to your table and you looked at her name tag: Doris.

“You folks ready?” She asked with a pad in her hands.

“Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee.” Dean said with a smile.

“Make it two coffees and a short stack,” Sam added.

“I’ll have a short stack and apple juice.” You smiled at her and she chuckled as she wrote that down.

“You got it.” She said, leaving the table.

“You’re a child sometimes,” Dean said, smiling at you.

“Hey, don’t hate.” You giggled.

“I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela.” Dean sighed.

“Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?” Sam sassed.

“He has a point.” You stated.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled.

“Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this,” Sam said, pulling out some papers from his jacket. He laid them out on the table and immediately, you and Dean got into business.

“Alright, so, this professor…?” Dean said, looking at some of the papers. You looked at the paper he grabbed and read the headline: MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA.

“Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished,” Sam explained.

“Where was he seen last?” You asked.

“His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot,” Sam said, sliding over a flyer to the Mystery Spot place. You grabbed it and looked through it, stopping at a line that stood out to you.

“Where the laws of physics have no meaning.” You looked up and Sam shrugged, not knowing exactly what it means. Doris came over with the tray of food and two coffees and an apple juice. She set down the food and then the drinks before reaching for the hot sauce.

“Two coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the—” She said but was interrupted as the hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor. You jumped at the noise and saw the sauce all over the floor. You gasped and looked at Doris who cursed.

“Crap. Sorry,” She apologized, looking behind her. “Cleanup!”

After eating the delicious meal, you walked out of the diner after paying for it and looked at your surroundings. As you passed by a dog that was chained to a bike post while its owner was inside the store, it started barking at you three. Dean snatched the Mystery Spot flyer from Sam’s hand and looked at it.

“Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling… they're only dangerous to your wallet.” Dean sighed.

“Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex…” Sam was cut off by Dean.

“Broward County Mystery Spot?”

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to check out, Dean.” You said, looking at the brothers.

“Alright, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?” Dean asked, looking at Sam for the answer. Before he could say anything, Dean ran into a blonde girl carrying a stack of papers.

“Excuse me.” She said before walking away.

“The lore's pretty fucking nuts, actually. They say these places, the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where.” Sam answered Dean’s question.

“Sounds a little X-Files to me,” Dean said. You walked down the street and passed by two movers trying to get a big ass desk that clearly wasn’t going to fit through the tiny ass door they were trying to get it through.

“Told you it wouldn't fit.” The first mover said.

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?” The other mover snapped. You shook your head and moved passed them, not caring about their drama.

“Alright, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something,” Sam said.

“Ah, Sam, always the helper.” You joked and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look,” Dean said, deciding for the group.

As it grew dark, you and the Winchesters walked to the Mystery Spot tourist place and waited as Dean picked the lock. You held yours and his flashlight as he worked, giving him his flashlight when he opened the door. You walked in and looked at the green and black lines on the wall. You turned around to close the door and noticed those lines was actually a spiral. You turned back around to see Sam with his EMF reader out.

You walked ahead of them and looked at the ceiling which contained a table, lamp, and an ashtray what was hanging from the ceiling. It was as if you were walking on the ceiling.

“Wow, uncanny,” Dean said, talking about the thing you were looking at.

“Find anything, Sam?” You asked him who was in another room. He sighed and held up the unresponsive EMF reader.

“No.” You sighed but moved to another part of the place when you were startled by an unknown voice.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You and the brothers turned around to see an older man, probably the owner. However, he was holding a shotgun at the three of you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain.” Dean said but the man pointed his gun at Sam.

“You robbing me?” He asked, determined not to let it happen even though you weren’t going to.

“Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down,” Sam said, moving forward but the owner cocked the gun which caused Sam to freeze.

“Don’t move!”

“Just putting the gun down,” Dean said but the owner pointed the gun at Dean and shot him right in the chest. Dean gasped and fell to the ground, blood coming out of his mouth.

“No! Dean!!” You yelled, rushing to him and getting on your knees. Dean struggled to breathe and you got tears, letting them fall.

“What the hell did you do?” You yelled at the owner and Sam knelt on the other side of Dean.

“I—I didn't mean to—” the owner stuttered.

“Call 911!!” You yelled at him. He nodded and left your side. You turned back to Dean who coughed up blood.

“No, Dean, don’t close your eyes. Stay with us,” you panicked, looking at Sam for help. Suddenly Dean went still and you gasped, your tears falling on their own accord. His eyes closed and he stopped breathing.

“Dean!!!” You cried in pain, not believing this was happening.

Dean was dead.

Series Rewrite Junkies:

@helllonearth @amyisabellal @deanwnchstr  @caseykitten6  @roxalya19 @quixoticcat @supernaturalblogging @notmoose45  @crowleysminion @mina22 @tahbehonest @oreosatmidnight  @seninjakitey @flyonlittlewinchester  @earthtokace  @gingersnapped13 @superrandomnatural @my-wayward-heroes  @stevetrevorstardis @supernaturallover2002 @teamfreewillsstuff  @gucci-daddario @22sarah08 @gh0stgurl @put-my-favorite-record-on @rhiannonj79 @onlydeanandjensen

[wanderingmoonsword]

Seraph (Genie)

Taking their name from high-ranking angels – a very appropriate name, as it means “the burning one” – the seraph genies are the neutral good counterparts and sworn enemies of the efreet. Less physically powerful but packing some serious firepower (literally…) in the spell-like abilities, plus their fire burst and heat supernatural powers. None of that is going to do seraphim a lot of good against efreet or most of the other inhabitants of the Elemental Plane of Fire but if they’re summoned or otherwise in another environment, having a fire storm is going to bring the property values down a little. Otherwise, the most notable spell-like ability is the usual genie wish and the ability to see through invisibility spells. Zealous and aggressive in perpetrating their war against the efreet and those they see as no better for carrying out efreeti plans, it’s not hard to imagine why there’s a conflict with a putatively good outsider. Their ability to grant wishes might counter that in a summoner’s opinion but if the seraph gets the idea the party is doing an efreet’s bidding, they’re going to turn aggressive in a hurry. As efreeti enjoy lording it over mortals and sometimes operate whole extended networks of dupes and minions, it’s not going to be hard to engineer a falling out. Now think about who their neighbors are – the efreet, the fire mephits (possibly the second main faction in Plane of Fire power politics), azers (often beholden to the efreeti movers and shakers), and salamanders (who don’t like anyone and prey on everyone). It’s not hard to imagine seraphim genies as downtrodden strugglers, not mighty genies, putting on airs of noble bearing and claiming a storied lineage, one on a tree where many of the limbs have been aggressively trimmed back.

Rather than strike directly, the efreet Heronzog prefers a more subtle means of assaulting the seraphim genies. Gathering up true names discovered by subtle spies and subtler magics, Heronzog distributes them with malice aforethought, seeing to it they find their way into the ears of genie summoners among the mortal races. The efreet even discretely steers the lore and spells necessary to bind outsiders to these mages, savoring the thought of them bound in a bottle or trapped in some dusty wizard’s tower, hemmed in by a summoning circle.

Despite being no more resilient to the brutal heat of the Elemental Plane of Fire, the dorvae Orkullon has set himself up as a wheeler and dealer there in a small tower carefully shielded from the omnipresent flames. However, his presence offends the nearby seraphim, who judge anyone that deals with the dorvae harshly, often trying to drive off or assail his customers, hoping to convince Orkullon to leave or at least retreat to the City of Brass where the efreet will hopefully deal harshly with the obnoxious, supercilious serpent fiend. Instead of open assault, one of their number, Raayfel, has come to a different idea – straightforward business competition, attempting to undercut Orkullon’s business. And of course, his kin don’t stalk the seraph’s visitors, and Raayfel’s dealings with the local mephits and ability to ward visitors from the plane’s firey energies with his wshes are beginning to bear fruit.

Seeking out a group of adventurers on the advice of one of her aasimar cousins, a peri tests them briefly before she relents, explaining what brought her here. Her lover, a seraph genie, has been subdued and abducted by a gang of salamanders. Unable to pay their ransom, the celestial fears that her lover will soon be sold to an efreet malik, and she hints that the salamanders have stolen other prizes the adventurers might claim for themselves. (This is true though, if pressed, she explains she was hoping to sweeten the deal, desperate for their aid.)

- Tome of Horrors 4 103