#like sorry for empathizing with the 'caught between two worlds' character

[yappacadaver]

like i literally don't think sera was poorly written and i will go to bat for her at any time for this

i think the inquisitor is poorly written in their interactions, and that's colored most people's views of sera. Sera is a product of two incredibly different worlds/cultures, her contradictions and hypocrisies make sense to anyone who can empathize with her background. She's very young, has lost multiple support systems and had to rebuild from the ground up multiple times, has lived in contradictory settings where her full identity was never accepted, only dissected. People can't get over the fact that she has an aversion to elf culture but won't extend her the acknowledgement that elf culture shunned her first. People can't get over that she "punches down" to mages, despite the setting doing almost everything to inform us that this is a commonly held opinion amongst vulnerable non-mage populations and then giving us multiple very good reasons why that is.

basically people are mad that she's not the perfect understanding pauper girl, and is instead very young, hurt, and angry-- and that despite all of this she is putting her life on the line to help save the world from tyranny alongside people she will never understand or get along with. How is that not compelling????

[feysandfeels]

I gathered you read the chapter... how are we feeling, any thoughts you might want to share?

There I was, writing on my journal after a decent day at work when this fucking bomb exploded quite literally on my lap. But fear not I am here and we shall discuss until we can make fucking sense of it.  Should I even warn you of the length of this post, or are we all on the same “Luisa can’t synthesise for shit” boat now?

I. Azriel

I will start by saying that this does not make me hate Azriel or stop caring for him and wanting what’s best for him. I still do very much love him. This however does not mean I applaud or get behind how he expressed himself during this specially chapter. For me it was quite disturbing to see how he saw Elain merely as a sexual partner and thought that that translated into love. If he had made the distinction between being physically attracted to her and being in love with her, then I don’t think we would all be feeling like we are. Because it is fair to be sexually attracted to someone but not necessarily in love with them.

From what we saw I think we can gather that Azriel knows Mor is not into him and in his grief from all those years being in love he wants something immediate and there. On top of that he sees his brothers settled and feels like he is owed from the cauldron, so of course he starts seeing Elain as the perfect “solution” to his pain. Now, of course Elain (and no one for that matter) should be seen a solution to anything really. Much less he should jump on that boat and already think of her as his. Az, my sweet, possessiveness is not love. 

When I first read the chapter something stood out for me, he said he’s envious of his brothers and the emotional stability they both have, the fact that they were both chosen by the ones they love. We know Az loved Mor with all his heart and although she loves him too, it was not corresponded on the same energy since she is well bisexual homoromantic. He, so far, does not feel chosen in that same sense, which only feeds his insecurity of being unworthy.

In his envy he oversimplified things, he saw what both Rhys and Cassian now have and did the simple most stupid math ever: he went Rhys+Feyre = love, Cass+Nesta = love... hummm then If I’m single and Elain is single then it must mean Az+ Elain = love. (Sugar I love you but that is dumb as fuck). This has the same energy of when you are in high school and you let your friends convince you that you are actually into someone when you are really not, but then you buy into it and start believing in it yourself. In this case he was the one who created that push and convinced himself that it was the right thing.

I think so far we can gather a few things of the place Az is at right now: he is feeling extremely lonely, extremely envious and extremely sad. I do not think this excuses his behavior at fucking all, but at least we know where he is coming from. He is clearly mistaking sexual attraction and possessiveness as love. But I do think it all stems from this turbulent place he is at emotionally, not because he is a bad person. 

I do not thing he is a bad person for thinking of Elain as he does, because I truly think this is a set up for the growth he will experience. Is it a good look? honey no. But is it a realistic one? I dare say it is. As I said when I read this I got full on high school bull shit vibes, I thought “ohh I’ve seen this film before and I have lived it”. He is being immature and there is no denying. Which was only confirmed with him regifting that necklace... sugar... that was a dick move, very fucking dickish move -specially since it was alluded that they might have feelings for each other–. My man needs to do some emotional growth because yikes. 

II. The Narrative

Now, I have said before that for me, Sarah’s strength lies not so much on her world building or the originality of her works (which is not to say that her worlds suck or her narratives are not interesting and offer something new), but it lies more on her characters. To me she has always excelled at creating characters that do exemplify the range of humanity in its good, its bad, and all that’s in between. Even you can look at stuff that your fave did and go “yeah not cool at fucking all”. At least I know I can and I adore almost every character in this series. I love characters not because they are perfect but because I can either relate to them or because they allow me to understand and experience points of view that are alien to my own experience. Sarah has never made characters black and white. Your faves will make mistakes. Feyre has, Rhysand has, Cassian has, Nesta has, Elain has, Lucien has, Mor has and Az has. 

What make her books interesting from this perspective is that she says “characters development does not equal character growth”. Take Chaol for example –if you haven’t read ToG do yourself a favor and read it– his character arc is one of the most interesting and best fulfilled ones in that series because we saw him at his lowest, when we couldn’t empathize exactly and he was being an ass, and then we saw him question his problematic behavior and move past it. Character development means just that: that the character move from point a to point b. It doesn’t mean he will be better by the end, but it means movement. Character growth does mean he will hopefully get  to a place where they are “good”.

I think she knows exactly what she is doing with Az and with this teaser. Need I remind you of the chaos the bonus chapter in ACOFAS left this fandom in for a solid two years. This got our emotions high and got us one way or another expecting to see where this will all lead. I don’t think any of us were expecting this chapter when it was announced that Az would get a pov. 

III. Conclusion

To conclude I just want to reiterate that I don’t support how he’s is behaving. I think I am accepting how he is behaving. Acceptance however does not meant that I am behind it, it means that I accept it and I am willing to stick around to see him grow out of this and realize why this is all so wrong (because well you know I can’t actively engage with him since he is... you know... fictional). I have had moments like this with some of my closest friends irl with whom we’ve had talks about previous behavior and have had the “be fucking better” talk, which is something that Rhys essentially said (GOD BLESS YOU BOO), and is also a sentiment most of us shared, even Feyre, when Rhys forced Mor to face both of her abusers and then didn’t consult her when selling Velaris off to her dad. And to me that is part of what friendship means, it means being there through the growth.  

Everyone has their own limits of what they can understand of a character/person. If this is your own then it’s fine, no harm no foul. If this is what makes you jump ship from Elriel (that’s their ship name right?) then hey all good, I’m sorry for your loss.  

I am not an Azriel hater, nor I think I will ever be. At least not from the information I have right now. I do still love him and as I have said before I want to see him happy and with a healthy amount of self confidence (and no Azriel saying you could easily kill Lucien is not the healthy self confidence I am talking about). So if anything I am interested in the arc his character will face, we just caught him at a moral low –which to me still has a solid chance of growth–.

I hope this offer some light or whatever. And remember take it easy, it’s okay to feel things deeply but don’t quit in the middle of the war, we still have his book coming up and I am 100% that will enlighten us more. 

ANYWAYS, LONG LIVE ELUCIEN BITCHES.

[fizzingwizard]

Ok so episode 42 is really fun! I was trying to decide if it’s a big improvement on episode 41, which had higher stakes but didn’t make me feel much for Yamato or Takeru.

This episode - I feel like I ought to be less thrilled with it because, in spite of taking Taichi along, he’s just support and doesn’t have much to do say or do. Which is a pet peeve of mine - when there’s a lot of characters I get that not everyone can have equal screen time in every episode, but when there’s only two they need to either interact with each other a fair bit or have separate tasks that matter equally. I think it’s just lazy writing to do otherwise.

However, I’m not feeling that way as much as usual with this episode, because it just did such a good job with Koushirou and the Digimon guest star. in terms of emotional impact, episode 41 with its story of brotherly bonding seems like it should be a sure winner, but I think the way Koushirou connects with Garbagemon this episode was surprisingly more compelling.

There’s also the animation as well - episode 41 had better animation quality overall, but episode 42 had wonderful background art, wonderful storyboarding, great lighting, and great music accompaniment. It’s the same music as always but I felt that they laid it in better than usual. So while the character art was a bit choppy, the rest more than made up for it.

My one complaint WOULD be that - yeah, Taichi didn’t need to be there. In fact, the episode might have been better without him, because it would have set up Koushirou and Garbagemon even more up closely. I was hoping to see Taishiro friendship strengthen this episode (we do see them working together at least). I don’t mind that it was Koushirou’s episode instead, but I do think they needed to get rid of Taichi somehow.

I’ve yammered on longer than usual above the cut so let’s get to the actual review!

^A kid who was an absolute star this episode

More below!

So the episode is set in a junkyard. Smelly? Sure. Great ambience? Absolutely xD

Taichi and Koushirou are on their scouting mission from last week... though just what they’re scouting for is kind of vague. Personally I think they’re both just curious explorer types and can’t help themselves, they have to go on adventures, they hate just sitting around lol

They meet Garbagemon, who in spite of being gross is a lot more palatable than his 99 incarnation. Garbagemon explains that he’s a scientist who analyzes the garbage that falls from the human world into the digital world. There’s a cute running joke in which he insists it’s not garbage, but “materials,” and then the instant Taichi points to something Garbagemon says “Oh, that one is garbage though” lol.

Taichi: *gasp* Cup ramen!

Agumon: *drooling* Can we eat it can we can we??

Koushirou, aka Party Pooper: Guys, it’s expired (duh)

Taichi and Agumon: Awww...... :’<

I love little moments like these. Taichi... maybe it’s worth him being in this episode just to see him get all excited over the idea of eating expired cup ramen... xD

Garbagemon then tries to take Koushirou’s tablet computer to “analyze” but Koushirou stops him. Garbagemon then invites them to come see his lab.

Koushirou: Lab?? A real scientist’s real lab?? Really real scientist’s really real lab really go see for real????

Garbagemon: Cool your jets weirdo...

Yeah, Koushirou’s excited. IT’S AWESOME. He instantly bonds with Garbagemon over their mutual love for scientific analysis lol. He found a kindred spirit. Koushirou is always at his best when he’s overflowing with the joy of discovery. Garbagemon as well seems happy to talk to someone who gets it, even if he’s less exuberant lol.

Taichi has not a lot to say, but if he were to talk, it’d probably just be jokes and poking fun so I guess nothing was really lost there.

Meanwhile, tunneling his way through the heaps of trash... MY DARLING RAREMON

Seriously this is one of my all-time favorite Digimon. I love him. He’s so gross. I remember being 8 and seeing Grimer and Muk in Pokemon and not feeling a thing. Then a while later I saw Raremon in Digimon Adventure and was like WHOOOOA COOOOOOOOL!!! Yeah, Digimon turned me off Pokemon lightning fast xD (I still liked Pokemon but I pretty much ceased to pay attention to it.) The episode in 99 where Koushirou fights Raremon was one of my favorite episodes of that series, so I was super happy to see a nod to that in the reboot.

Garbagemon makes Taichi and Koushirou drive his cart back to his lab like the pack mules they are lol.

Koushirou finds this flash drive amid the garbage in the cart and Garbagemon says he can have it. We don’t deal with it again in the episode (unless... I missed it...?) so maybe it’ll come up again soon.

Their journey is stalled by the appearance of Raremon The Beautiful! Just look at that gorgeous face.

Raremon: Grarrrr?

Taichi and Koushirou quickly get to work. Their partners evolve and fight back and it’s pretty disgusting. I loved this little moment where Garbagemon is all impressed by the way the humans help the Digimon to evolve. Taichi’s focused on the battle, but Koushirou notices and appreciates Garbagemon’s interest. Of course, later he has to stop him from trying to “analyze” his digivice as well lol

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS SHOW AND ATTACKING DIGIMON IN THE MOUTH??? It’s officially A Thing! XD It happens aaaaall the time! Lmao I’m sure it’s probably meant to be connected to how Digimon gain energy by eating other Digimon in this season... something like that but in reverse... it’s just so weird haha

So here’s an example of a scene with storyboarding I really liked. This bit in Garbagemon’s lab uses so unusual angles and I can’t really put into words why it changes how I feel but it does... perhaps it’s just that I enjoy seeing things done a bit differently.

But I think there’s something more too - in the scene, Garbagemon explains that he used to have a whole team of Chuumon who helped him with his research, but Raremon ate them all except for the one who’s left. It’s a pretty tragic story. Garbagemon is an interesting character: if he were human, he’d definitely be some wizened, Einstein-haired, bent over old man whose cares and troubles are worn into his face. Idk how I get that impression from a garbage Digimon but that’s what good writing and voice acting can do!

So, for Koushirou and Taichi, they’re being let into Garbagemon’s world and it’s not one they can entirely related to, yet their hearts go out to him. I feel like the unusual angles reflect both that attempt to connect and the distance between them.

This was my absolutely favorite: this peek through the shelves at their little huddle as they talk about the weapon Garbagemon’s been making to defeat Raremon. We are kept distant, yet our focus is zeroed in on the group. THIS IS SOME AWESOMESAUCE CINEMATIC GENIUS Y’ALL lol

The group goes to find Raremon and we get a REALLY EPIC moment from Koushirou: as they’re flying into battle, he reflects on why Garbagemon is fighting, and this is what he thinks:

“Revenge... It's not a good thing, but there's surely a pain there that only the one left behind can understand. For humans and Digimon...”

It’s such a grown up bit of reflection that we just haven’t had much of this season. I think the character who’s connected the most with other Digimon is Mimi, but thinking isn’t her style - she’s all emotion and action. Koushirou is probably the only one we’ve seen so far really reach out with both heart and mind like this. And it’s absolutely intentional and important - at least I believe so. This is Koushirou, who other kids may have a hard time understanding, because he’s always caught up in his own thoughts. It may be easy to think of him as someone who doesn’t value emotions, but that’s not true: he is introspective and doesn’t put his every thought out into the world. He’s also probably the type who values privacy, his own and others.

I think there’s very likely something here that’s meant to hint at Koushirou’s own personal pain as well. We don’t know what it is yet, but the last time it was mentioned was in the human world, from which we can pretty much assume it’s something to do with his home life. It may or may not be the same situation as in 99 Adventure. We’ll have to see. But I think it played a part in Koushirou’s ability to empathize with Garbagemon in this episode.

And what’s more - thinking about revenge, at ten years old, and not taking a black and white position, in a show about kids for kids - I mean, that kind of not talking down to kids style was one reason I loved 99 Adventure, and this is the same sort of thing. It’s a grown up thought. It’s Koushirou understanding the world more fully. And we really have not seen much of that this season, so it’s encouraging that we’re even getting this bit now. The show has been black and white good vs evil in a lot of ways, but only on the surface: first Taichi connected with Ogremon, then we were pretty much told that Devimon’s actions were not entirely his own sane decision, and then SkullKnightmon turned out to be a part of Tailmon in some way.

So the show is definitely trying to be more interesting than good vs evil. I really don’t know why it took so long to get here, but I’m glad it has at last.

Then Garbagemon jumps into a borderline suicidal attempt to shoot his bazooka at Raremon, and succeeds at freezing him into an ice sculpture. But the black lightning starts to shoot into Raremon, making his eyes glow red... very creepy... buhahaha...

That is one hell of an evolution scene, lol

Taichi: I don’t think even YOU look that cool when you evolve

Greymon: Sorry for not having the charm of a MUCK monster

Raremon evolve to... Rareraremon!!!

XD That name cracks me up buhahahah

Rareraremon is a gross as you might expect - reminds me somewhat of beast form Envy in Full Metal Alchemist actually. Not as scary though.

From this point, the episode does go down a predictable path. Inspired by Garbagemon’s resourecfulness and still very much empathizing with him, Koushirou concocts a plan that takes advantage of the oil in Rareraremon.

He gathers some garbage, er, materials - namely this product for hardening oil (like on frying pans etc) so you can scrape it off and put in the garbage, since oil should never be poured down the drain. These packets were also shown earlier in the episode so it’s basically a “eureka” moment for Koushirou

He gives them to Taichi who goes around throwing the packets into Rareraremon’s body, which instantly absorbs them. Idk why he carries his Digivice in the basket too?? that was odd??

Glug glug glug... in 2021 we beat baddies using SCIENCE!!!!

From here I’m not 100% sure about everything in the plan because the audio cut in and out. But AtlurKabuterimon spins Rareraremon around and meanwhile Koushirou has created some device to channel MetalGreymon’s power... I don’t really understand why that was necessary but maybe it was explained in a part where I didn’t have audio.

Taichi: Uh, Koushirou, you sure it’s safe to be sitting there?

Koushirou: What about you? You always ride MetalGreymon while he fights

Taichi: yeah but I don’t sit on HIS GUN

Obligatory best boy pic even if you were very much the third wheel in this episode dear hahahahaha

He attac!!

This causes the heated oil in Rareraremon to freeze fast and he turns into a hardened mass of oil... very ugly... bad way to die lol

For some reason every reboot episode ends with a sunset *shrug* it pretty I guess

While thanking them for their help, Garbagemon’s friend Chuumon suddenly evolves into Searchmon. That was pretty cool. It happens right after Koushirou shakes Garbagemon’s hand so it seems like it was his influence that helped it along.

I’m really surprised by how much I ended up liking freaking Garbagemon lmao

Ugggghhh Taichi you may have been a pointless addition but I’m still always happy just to see your face

So in sum - in case you can’t tell, I really liked this episode! I still hope for actual Taichi & Koushirou interactions in the future... but I just can’t care about that lack this time because it was such a good Koushirou episode. I’ve droned on a lot now and y’all are probably bored to tears so I’m gonna wrap it up. 8/10!!!

Next week:

freaking Etemon loooool

Looks like it’ll be an amusing episode for the most part. As much as I’m enjoying these lighter, character-building moments - I hope we don’t ignore the main plot for too long. The pacing of this season has been WEIRD AF so I just never feel safe :P But I absolutely do not want to go back to the kind of episodes we were getting in the past that were “plot” episodes but mainly just battles with nobody characters and no character moments... no thank you! I will happily watch the kids make fun of Etemon, thank you very much.

posted unedited as always

[akaashisupremacy]

Connecting Flights w/Iwa

Summary: On Hajime Iwaizumi’s flight back to Japan, he meets an unexpected friend from his past who is a little hung up on someone else. 

Iwaizumi x fem!reader/Oc || Read it on A03

Genre : romance, friends to lovers (wc: 2.2k) 

Notes: Hiromi Miura is an original character, but readers are free to put themselves into her shoes! Coming of age fics are fun to write but I wanted to explore a world centered around adulthood that included a work life outside one’s significant other. Hope you can give me feedback on whatever world-building I’ve done. Successive chapters will def have more Iwa. 

Hiromi Miura packed the last of her toiletries into her large black check-in luggage. Rolling the luggage out into the hallway, she checked her phone for the third time in ten minutes. Her boss, Hayate Hoshizora stood in the hallway waiting for her with her own luggage standing beside her.

“Where’s Tsuchida?” she asked.

Itsumi Tsuchida was the third member of their team of three and Hiromi’s room mate for the trip. She handled production and logistics so Hiromi and Hayate could write and shoot their articles on food history without worry. Despite her astounding efficiency with her work, Itsumi had a habit of being late.

“Itsumi is almost out. She’ll be here in a minute.” said Hiromi.

The three checked out of the small business hotel before going their separate ways for their last minute shopping. Hiromi wanted to window shop for shoes and cosmetics while Hayate set out to buy some omiyage for her family. Itsumi offered to accompany Hiromi on the condition they stop by for milk tea.

“Let’s meet outside of Time Square before 12 for lunch. I’m going to buy some jerky and maybe some dried goods. Do you guys want anything?” asked Hayate before they set off.

Hiromi declined. Itsumi asked for some jerky for her own omiyage.

As the two junior members of Hayate’s team entered Time Square, Itsumi noticed Hiromi was checking her phone again. She had been doing so whenever she could during the trip.

“Still no texts from Eita?” she asked Hiromi.

“Nope,” sighed Hiromi. Everything had been going smoothly just last week. She had been texting consistently with Eita. He even offered to call. She would send him photos of their first day in Hong Kong and he would eagerly reply.

Come the day before yesterday, he stopped replying all of a sudden. Hiromi had begun to worry that things had fallen apart without knowing why. Their last conversation was on Hong Kong protests. Eita fumed against the injustice, Hiromi agreed with him and nothing came after that. Maybe he joined the resistance?

“I don’t know what went wrong. I thought he liked me.” she moaned, “We have similar political views. Maybe I wasn’t enthusiastic enough when I replied to his call for justice or something.”

“Maybe you should just ask him about it.” Itsumi suggested, rolling her eyes.

“He ignored me for two days what else is there to say?”

“So why are you still looking at your phone?” Itsumi asked, with her brow raised at her co-worker, “Come, let’s go shopping to keep your mind off things.”

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Hiromi and Itsumi had a penchant for hole in the wall restaurants. For their last meal, they asked to eat at a restaurant at the back of Time Square, nestled between narrow shopping alleyways. It was the first restaurant they ate in upon arrival and it would be their last meal too. They both ordered a bowl of wonton noodle soup and  a serving of bok choy shared between the three of them. Hayate ordered chicken noodle soup for herself.

The restaurant was small and narrow, not to mention humid from all the steaming and the boiling from the kitchen. Although the lunchtime service was quick and brash, the two did not seem to mind. The girls were well-travelled and cosmopolitan. They were used to environments different from the quiet efficiency of Japan. Hayate found it chaotic but the team did not get many out of country assignments so she took what she could.

Hiromi in particular specialized in writing about Southeast Asian diasporic (meaning a scattered population whose origin lies in a separate geographic locale) cuisine. Noise hardly fazed her but apparently boy problems did.

“Hiromi, you looked so forlorn. Are you really that sad about leaving Hong Kong?” she joked. Hiromi’s focus in her work was second to none. Her tolerance to mediocre young men, less so.

“There’s a boy who hasn't been texting back…” trailed Itsumi.

Hayate didn’t pry, but the girls opened up to her for just about anything.

“Oh, hmmm don’t overthink it.” she said.

“It’s ok, I mean he’s smart and artistic and he knows my friends, but I guess I wasn’t interesting enough.” wailed Hiromi in between bites of her noodles.

“Honestly, if he can’t be bothered to speak with you clearly, he doesn’t deserve your time.” said Hayate, sipping her scorching hot red tea burning a bit of throat in the process. Her eyes grew wide as her throat grew numb.

“That’s true, besides I feel like you’re more worried about why he doesn’t like you than the actual relationship.” sighed Itsumi, mixing some soy sauce, chili oil and black vinegar for their wonton dip.

“Enough moping, let’s eat and talk about something else.” exhaled Hiromi, raising her hand to call for cold water for Hayate.

The topic shifted to work. They were excited about editing the photos. Hayate couldn’t wait to unpack but was a little sad about going back to the office again. Itsumi dreaded doing the liquidation and desk work for their Hong Kong trip. Hiromi was buzzing with ideas for their next assignment and was hoping to pitch recipe ideas to the cooking staff at their next meeting.

Just before boarding, a familiar figure caught Hiromi’s eye. A tall, tanned boy with a lean muscular physique stood a few rows in front of her. He was wearing a white shirt and black athleisure pants. Iwaizumi from college?

The three were seated separately on the plane. Hiromi was seated near the back while Hayate and Itsumi were on the second row. As she got to her seat, Hiromi was surprised to find Hajime Iawizumi beside her, blinking sleepily at the seat in front of him.

“Miura-san!” he said in incredulity realizing that his college friend was right beside him in his Hong Kong layover.  

“Iwa! It is you! I thought I saw you while we boarded.” she said, shoving her carry on onto the storage, “Also, do you really have to be so formal?”

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“What are you doing in Hong Kong?” she asked simultaneously.

“I just finished my time in LA. I’m moving back to Japan. This is my last layover.” he yawned, popping a breath-mint into his mouth.

“I work as a food writer and researcher for a publication in Tokyo. My team and I are just finishing up our assignment in Hong Kong. We get out of country assignments from time to time. I’m still kind of new, but when I become a veteran I’m hoping to get more regular trips.”

“Cool! I’m moving to Tokyo next week because I got a gig training members of a Division 1 Volleyball League! This week, I’ll be home to do some laundry and just get things in order.” he said.

“If you need help moving or settling in let me know. I moved to Tokyo just last year.” she offered, “It was crazy.”

Iwaizumi nodded and thanked her for her offer. They continued catching up as the plane took off and soon the stewardess began handing out food.

“I’m so tired of plane food. It’s all I’ve eaten in the past twenty four hours,” he sighed.

“This has definitely got nothing on everything I’ve eaten so far” she exhaled, “I can’t wait to go home, even my own cooking is better than this. I got lots of new recipe ideas to try too.”

“I thought you said you were a writer. Do they make you cook at work too?” he inquired. It seemed like her job required an awful lot of skills for one position.

“I can cook to some capacity. I don’t really cook at work, it just helps if I know how.” she waved.

They ate in silence, chewing through the mediocre airline food.

“By the way, I need some boy advice. Do you have space to hear me out?” she inhaled, gathering her courage before she unloaded her questions on her friend.

“Sure? What about it?” he shrugged.

Hiromi opened up about her latest romance and its frustrations. She gave him a bit of background on who he was and how they started the relationship particularly the wishy washy feelings about their courtship.

“Do you really like this guy? You’re having more questions and doubts than answers. That’s not really a good sign. You can go ahead and be upfront but is this guy worth it?” he asked thoughtfully.

“I don’t know. I want to give it a chance but each time I think about him I get more confused and anxious.” she sighed, putting down her utensils. She bumped her head against the chair in front of her.

“He also hasn’t texted back in a few days without saying why.” she promptly added, looking to him. Iwa jerked back, his arms in a flurry.

“Scratch what I said. I don’t think the relationship is going to work. It’s not serious enough for him if he can’t at least let you know why he goes off the grid.”

Her face fell, shoulders sinking into her back.

“Sorry,” apologised Iwa, pausing to empathize with her.

“I kind of already know this and I guess I just hate uncertainty suspense. I don’t know why I feel so affected to hear it out loud.” she groaned, massaging her temples. Iwa was not good at hearing about boy problems. He didn’t really know what to say.

“Why’d you go for him anyway?” he asked, thoughtfully chewing some eggs and shifting in his seat. The seat was obviously a bit narrow for his shoulders. Hiromi moved a bit to her right to allow him more space.

Her poster straightened up while she plopped her elbows onto the table. She clasped her hands together and thought for a bit before turning to him, her eyes wide and a tad bit glassy.

“He just ticked the boxes you know? I knew him from college and we understand the other worlds we worked in. He’s smart, artistic and apparently he’s been crushing on me since freshman year or something like that. I wasn’t seeing anyone so I thought I’d give it a shot.”

“But why are you adamant to make it work is what I mean?”

Hiromi shrugged her shoulders, “I can’t help but feel like it reflects on me. I feel like I’m not worthy enough when I can’t make a relationship work with someone who ticks the boxes.”

“I really hate dating and letting someone have this much control over my emotions though.” she growled at the chair in front of her.

Iwa had a small smile to himself, glad he was not in her place. She had always been the one better at giving advice when they were in uni together. He wished he could return the favor.

Before he got together with his college girlfriend, he was swimming in a lot of doubts about himself. It was difficult for him to speak about just anyone, but Hiromi was one of few who could coax the subject out of him.

“So how are you two getting on?” Hirom had asked him.

They were sitting together in the school cafeteria for lunch. Usually they sat with common friends and some classmates, but today they were alone which meant she could pry on Iwa’s love life. Even when Iwa wanted to talk about his girl problems, he had difficulty opening up. She saw it as her mission to initiate the conversation to help him out.

Iwa scratched the back of his head and sighed, “I don’t really know how I could be a better replacement for her ex. I’m not her first anything. I’m not any more good looking, or smarter or more athletic than he was. I’m not even nicer. I really don’t know if I’m worth the shot.”

His brow furrowed in concern. His lips were midway between a pout and a scowl.

She choked on her lunch. More often than not, it was Iwa encouraging other people and giving square judgement. Iwa was by no means arrogant, but he was also not self-deprecating. Hearing him speak about himself this so despondently was out of his character.

“Iwa, dating is not a competition!” she managed to say while pounding on her chest. Iwa handed her some water.

“I guess…” he mumbled.

After slugging down some water, Hiromi composed herself, “Yeah, her ex may have been great, but you’re great too! She likes you now which is why even if her ex is still in some of her friend circles she’d still rather date you.”

Iwa perked up a bit and smiled at his food.

“Just because you’re not her first doesn’t mean you can’t have a meaningful relationship right? What’s this obsession with being first? It’s not added value.” she said thoughtfully, putting her face between her hands as she leaned into her tray.

That lunch seemed so long ago. Who would’ve known that their next lunch after college would be a plane in between Hong Kong and Tokyo?

“Hey, are you still using the same email? Let’s keep in touch when we get back. I’m holding you by your promise to show me around.” he grinned, handing her his phone.

She continued sulking in half-hearted despair at the seat in front of her while she took his phone.

“Cheer up! I’m sure you’ll find someone in Tokyo.” he added, settling himself back into his chair looking at her.

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Taglist: @scrappydaisies @itstheee-ha-chan

[sams-sass]

You Found Me Pt. 3

Hi! Here is part three to You Found Me. So happy you guys are liking this series.

GIF not mine 

Read Parts One, Two, Four, Five, and Epilogue Here: 

Part One    

Part Two

Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean get to know each other better. 

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, and Cas

Pairings: Sam x Reader (we made it happen). 

Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of Sam’s past. 

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The next morning the four of you sat at the table in the kitchen eating bacon, eggs, and toast. There was something bothering you. You heard them talking, but could only focus on the puzzle pieces falling into place in your head.

“You know what I don’t understand?” You were looking at the back wall, not really even registering the guys. “I was convinced it was a birthmark because my mom had the exact same one and so did her parents. I came home crying from school when I was 12 because in science class we learned that only family can have the same birthmarks and I was convinced my grandparents were siblings. My mom assured me that it was because they were from the same small village, but I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me. They died when I was 14, on the same day if you can believe that.” The boys were all looking at you, trying to understand what you were telling them. “Oh my god!” You said, standing up. “That’s it!” You raced from the kitchen into the library where you started to grab the books you and Sam had looked at before. “I saw something yesterday, but it didn’t make any sense so I ignored it.” You said skimming through pages. “Here! ‘It is believed by some that empaths are still alive. They are not extinct, but only hiding.’ This is it! Don’t you see?” You asked looking up at them.

“No.” Dean said bluntly.

“My grandparents were empaths too, they had my mom who was an empath and then she married my dad, probably thinking she would be safe because he’s a human. She passed her abilities to me and I turned out to be an empath too.”

“I think I’m starting to catch on.” Sam said.

“Please, share with the class.” Dean said looking between the two of you.

“If you were a powerful being and your people were being hunted, systematically wiped out. You would try and do something to stop it, right?” You said looking at Dean.

“Of course.” He said, the wheels in his head spinning.

“That’s exactly what they did. They gave up their powers by masking them with the mark of a witch. That way they would be considered extinct, but they would actually be hiding in plain sight.” You said talking with your hands now, your voice rising an octave.

“You not only get to live a life free of harm, you ensure the survival of the race.” Sam said, just as excited as you were.

“Exactly!” You said pointing at him.

“Holy crap!” Dean said, getting excited too. “This all makes sense now!”

“It even makes sense why you’re so powerful.” Cas said, speaking for the first time.

“Wait. Why?” You asked looking him in the eyes.

“You’re half human.”

“Of course!” Sam said looking at you.

“I don’t understand. Wouldn’t I be weaker being half human, only being half empath?” You asked Cas, your brow furrowing.

“No, when powerful beings have offspring with a human that offspring is often the most powerful one of its kind. You could be the most powerful empath to live.” Cas explained. All the color drained from your face as your smile fell. Your eyes shifted away from them and you began to cry, covering you face with your hands you turned away from them. The three men looked at each other with wide eyes and confused expressions at your sudden mood change.

“I’m sorry. I just feel so lost in all of this, I always liked being highly perceptive to people and their emotions, but this is a lot. It’s all just so sudden.” You explained facing them again, wiping your eyes. “I really am so grateful for all your help, I just feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Cas felt sorry for you, but he also felt helpless in the matter. You could sense him trying to search for the right words to say and always coming up empty. Dean felt sorry for you too, his fear of you was waning and you could tell part of him was starting to really like you. There was a part of him that understood where you were coming from. Understood the pressure to be someone you never wanted to be, feeling like everything rested on your shoulders. You gave him a small smile and felt relief wash away some of his nervousness. Sam, on the other hand, was a whole different story. You felt his complete understanding, his sorrow, his empathy. There was not a part of him that was scared of you, his mind was turning through all the emotions he had once felt. Feeling them right along side you. You looked deep into his eyes, you could feel the apprehension of getting too close to you in him, but he looked right back. His hand came up to rest on yours and you gasped as images filled your mind.

A girl screaming on a ceiling, blood across her stomach, flames surrounding her. Sam waking up in a cold sweat only to be laying next to the girl in bed. Fear and hatred coursing through is veins.

Sam crying, watching their apartment burn after it actually happened. Guilt consumed him, he knew what was going to happen and he ignored it.

He’s older now, drinking blood and absolutely hating himself for it. Convincing himself he is doing the right thing. Sadness and desperation filling his soul.

His eyes turning black as he kills someone. Violence and disgust pulsating out of him.

Sam’s face as he realizes he started the apocalypse. More guilt, anger, and fear coming out of every part of him.

“I’m the least of any of you.” He says to Dean, self-loathing eating away at him.

Sam jumping into a hole to save the world. Relief and peace evident on his face.

You gasped again coming back into the room, you had fresh tears in your eyes, looking at Sam you saw he did too.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.” You furiously tried to apologize. Sam cleared his throat and took a step back from you. He was upset. You looked at Dean and Cas, they were just staring at you not understanding what happened. You apologized one more time before darting to your room. Closing the door, you fell on the bed and let the tears come. You were devastated, you felt the connection between you and Sam was so strong. So real. Now, it was over, he would never want to talk to you again. Not after you jumped into his mind. You were also crying about what you saw. Sam had lived a hard life, you guessed Dean did too. Sympathy and remorse coursed through you as you cried for both of them, for their broken lives. You got up and grabbed the flannel Dean had given you, judging by its size, it was Sam’s. You tore the shirt you were wearing off and put on the flannel, inhaling his scent made you calm down a bit. Laying back down on the bed, you stared at the ceiling wondering how you were ever going to get the courage to leave the room. You aren’t sure how long you laid there, but a knock on your door startled you. You could feel Sam through the door, feel his uneasiness about talking to you. You took a big breath and stood up, determined to fix this. Opening the door, you sent Sam a shy smile.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly. You were so afraid of crying again that you just nodded and stepped aside to let him in. He walked in your room and sat down on your bed. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, you didn’t know why, you were the one who should be embarrassed. You decided to just go for it.

“Sam, I am so sorry, I would never have done that purposefully. I am so sorry, but why are you embarrassed?” His eyes snapped to yours, a flash of anger came and went as he breathed heavily, chest rising and falling.

“I’m embarrassed because I never wanted you to know any of that about me, Y/N. About all the horrible things I did in my past. All the mistakes I made that made every situation worse. All the people I hurt.” He was so caught up in his mistakes that he couldn’t see past it.

“Sam, I get how you might think that way, but its not true at all. I saw some of your darkest moments, the things you bury and try to forget about. I saw them Sam, and the only feeling I have towards you is empathy.” You said sitting next to him on the bed. He looked at you and let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxed and the left side of his mouth pulled up in a smile.

“How could you possibly feel that way?” He asked, confusion and relief coming off of him.

“I have done dumb stuff too, Sam, everyone has. What makes a bad person bad is that they do bad things because they want to, because they simply don’t care how their actions affect others. What makes a good person good, is that they care. They care deeply when they do something bad and they try to do the right thing to right their wrong. They take responsibility for their actions and do whatever is in their power to fix it. That’s what I saw you do, every time. You admitted that you were wrong and tried to fix it.” Sam was staring at you now. Hope and comfort filled his body. “If there was ever a person who you should believe about yourself, its me, and you are a good man, Sam.”

“Thank you.” Was all he said. There was a new feeling emerging from him. It felt warm and thick, like honey. Sam felt hot and full.

“Sam.” You started. “I feel like we have a connection, I feel close to you. I can feel that you feel it too. I know it’s silly because we just met yesterday practically, but its strong.”

“You’re right. I do feel it too.” Sam said leaning towards you.

“I don’t want to scare you by touching you again.” Your breathing was becoming heavier.

“Y/N, please touch me.” You reached up and put your hands on either side of his face. You gasped again as images of you through Sam’s eyes floated through your head.

You were chained to the wall. Anger and compassion hit Sam at the same time when he laid eyes on you. He ran to you and instantly felt better once he had you in his arms.

You were leaning against him on the car ride to the bunker. Complete awe, admiration, and sympathy was all he felt as your head lolled against his shoulder.

He was carrying you into the bunker. You could feel that all he wanted was your safety.

He was cleaning your skin on the bed. He felt protective and warm, he was so happy you were alive. He didn’t even know you and the relief he felt from you hanging on to life was almost tangible.

You had just walked out of the shower almost walked right into him. You could feel him thinking about how good you looked in his shirt. How he couldn’t believe that this sweet, powerful, and beautiful girl was in his life.

You came back into the room. Sam was staring at you, his eyes full of questions. His hands ran their way up your thighs and landed on your hips, pulling you to him slightly.

“I don’t know what will happen if we go further.” You said, trying to keep everything on the table.

“Only one way to find out.” He said with a smile. “I don’t know why I feel so strongly about you, but I do. We don’t have to do….everything just yet. We can take this as slow as you want.”

“I just want to try one thing.” You whispered, moving closer to him. Your hands threaded through his hair and you felt him restraining himself. Desire coursed through you both. Your lips touched and all the bottled up feelings you both had came pouring out. His mouth opened as your lips parted. His tongue dominated your mouth, swallowing the whimper that came out of you. His hands moved higher up your body, caressing the soft skin under your shirt. Your back arched into his chest as his arms closed around you, pulling you further to him. Your mind was swimming in ecstasy as your legs parted slightly.

“Y/N, what is this? Why does this feel so good?” He asked, breaking away from you and resting his forehead against yours. You shook your head slightly as a hand ran down his chest playing with one of the buttons on his shirt.

“I don’t know, but I feel it too.” You agreed, both of you were panting. You smiled and started to laugh; Sam looked into your eyes and started to laugh too. This all felt so good, his skin was so hot on yours and the desire he was feeling for you was pulsing into you. You both detangled yourselves from each other, you touched your lips as Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, I would like to do that again, but not at the moment. I want to get to know you better first.” He said, you could tell he was conflicted. Part of him wanted to wait and talk, but another part of him wanted to rip your clothes off and take you right here and now.

“What now?” You said trying to find something to do with your hands besides dragging your nails down his skin.

“Well, we could like hang out?” He suggested with a shrug and a raise of his eyebrows.

“Sure!” You said quickly. “I like movies and snacks.” You said hopeful.

“Me too.” He said with a smile. You both got off the bed and left the room. “What kind of snacks?” He asked as you two walked down the hallway.

“Oh, I have an idea.” You said looking at him from under your eyelashes. He sent you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat. You both walked into the kitchen and you got right to work. Basic ingredients, flour, sugar, chocolate chips, butter, eggs. The essentials. Sam was leaning against the counter with his arms over his chest, watching you as you took everything out.

“Cookies?” He asked.

“Better.” You answered with what you hoped was a flirty smile. You made a dough and folded the chocolate chips into it. You took the dough and rolled it out onto the counter, flattening it to about ½ inch thick. Taking a sharp knife you cut the dough into pieces and placed them on a baking sheet. Placing them in the oven, you turned towards Sam. He was staring at you with soft eyes and a dazed expression. Hope was burning through him, hope like he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“It seemed like you were pretty good at that.” Sam said.

“My mom loved to bake, I used to watch her in the kitchen all the time. She would “nervous bake” as she called it. Whenever my dad was away for anything she would just bake and bake until he came home. I would feel bad for getting a little excited when my dad would leave, but I knew that I was just going to be stuffed with cupcakes, cookies, bread, and homemade candy for a few days.” You said looking into the distance, lost in the memory. When you looked at Sam the feeling of longing was coming off of him in strong waves. “So, movie?” You said.

“Yeah, what’s your favorite movie?” He asked.

“Humm, well am I trying to laugh, cry, be enthralled in action?” Sam pondered your question for a moment.

“Laugh.” He said looking at you.

“I was hoping you would say that. In that case, its Y/F/M.”

“I love that movie! One of my all-time favorites, we have it here!” You two were smiling at each other again, lost in the feeling.

“What is that smell?” Dean asked walking into the room.

“I baked! They are almost ready.” You said proudly.

“Whatever they are, they smell amazing.” Dean said with a nod of his head. The timer on your phone went off and you pulled the tray from the oven and turned to face them.

“They have to cool slightly.” You said, pointing at Dean.

“What are they?” Dean asked you peering around your shoulder.

“Chocolate scones, they are 10 times better than cookies.” You said. “Hey, where’s Cas?” You asked looking around for the angel.

“Oh, this hunter we know, Claire, she called thinking she had something. He left to check it out with her.” Dean answered coming over to smell the scones again. Dean was feeling better about you, he was starting to trust you more and he could tell that you had a thing for Sam.

“Y/N and I were going to watch a movie if you wanted to join, Dean.” Sam offered to his brother. You could feel that he was silently begging him to say no. You lowered your head to smile.

“Yeah, yeah I would like that.” Dean said. Surprisingly, you felt that Dean knew Sam wanted him to say no. You once again had to smile to yourself at the brotherly banter.

“These are cooled down enough. Is there a plate I can put them on?” You asked both the boys. Dean got you a plate that you placed the scones on the plate and walked past both boys to the living room. You all sat down on the couch, you in the middle. Dean brought in beers, whiskey and wine.

“Take your pick.” He said.

“Wine!” You almost yelled.

“Beer.” Sam said. Each of them took a scone and a drink. They each took a bite and moaned.

“This is fucking delicious. What did you do?” Dean said.

“You have officially ruined all other baked goods for me. Holy shit.” Sam said putting down his beer to grab another scone. You all watched the movie laughing together, drinking, and eating. As the night went on Sam started to feel so good, he completely forgot that he hadn’t wanted Dean here. He realized that he wanted Dean to get to know you too. Everything about you was amazing. Whenever you were near, Sam felt whole for the first time in his life, he felt at peace.

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Three Days Later

“So, check this out.” Sam said walking into the library with his laptop. You and Dean were sitting at a table trying to find anymore lore on empaths and how to control the power.

“What’s up?” Dean asked his brother, looking up at him.

“About two hours from here a girl was found with her throat ripped out and almost all of her blood gone.”

“Vamp?” Dean asked.

“Looks like it.” Sam agreed, nodding. Both the brothers looked at you.

“It’s ok, I won’t ask to come.” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. They smiled back at you.

“Maybe one day, Y/N/N, but right now we don’t want the whole monster world to know about you just yet.” Dean explained, he was telling the truth, but there was something else. Something he wouldn’t admit yet. He was scared to lose you.

“I know.” You said giving him a playful elbow to his shoulder. You were starting to get better with physical contact. You could imagine a wall blocking out the mental images and for the most part you could stop them from invading your mind. It didn’t always work and sometimes shoulders touched, hands brushed up against one another, friendly pats were given without warning. Sometimes you couldn’t help it.

“Pack up, Sammy. We leave in 10.” Dean said to his brother as he walked out of the library and down the hall to his room. Sam looked back at you and his whole face softened.

“Hey, vamps are usually a quick hunt. We shouldn’t be gone for too long.” Sam said coming over to lean against the corner of the table you were sitting at.

“Good, I don’t really want to be here alone.” You said standing up to face him.

“I don’t want you to be either.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face. He wanted you and you wanted him. This pull you were feeling towards each other was getting stronger. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “I really do have to pack.” He said, his breath hot against your lips.

“I know, I can help.” You said as he began to stand up straight.

“Sure.” He nodded and the two of you walked to his room. He got out a duffel and started throwing clothes into it. You sat on his bed and asked a few questions about vampires.

“Come on, Sam!” Dean called from the hallway.

“Looks like I gotta go.” Sam said coming to sit next to you. You nodded and his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’ll miss you.” He said stroking your face with his thumb.

“I’ll miss you too, Sam.” You said leaning closer to him. His lips touched yours and just like the first time you were both lost in bliss and desire. Your lips parted as his tongue danced with yours, you moaned into his mouth and Sam pulled away. He kissed your forehead and you could feel the restraint he was exercising. You both stood up and made your way to the war room. Dean leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek.

“See you later, kid.” He said with a smile.

“See you soon, Y/N.” Sam said with soft eyes.

“Be safe.” You said to both of them as they walked out the door.

You spent the next few hours looking through the lore again, looking for anyway on how to control your power. An idea hit you. You focused on Sam’s face and closed your eyes. You found yourself in the backseat of the impala looking at the shoulders of both boys.

“So how many you think are in there?” Sam asked.

“Not a clue, too many.” Dean responded. You walked out of the car and into the boarded up house. You counted the bodies and where they were in the house. You walked back out to the boys. They were out of the car now, getting machetes from the trunk. You touched both of their shoulders at the same time.

“Hiya!” You said.

“Jesus!” Sam said jumping slightly.

“The fuck?” Dean said jumping and reaching for his gun.

“Y/N?” Sam asked.

“I’m at the bunker, don’t worry. Thought I might try to help. There are 12 of them in there 3 in the room to the left when you walk in, 3 in the room on the right down the hall, and 6 in the living room. All of them are just like hanging out, didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon.” You sent them mental images of the house and where all the vampires were. 

“Thank you.” Sam said to the air where he thought you might be.

“You’re awesome, thanks Y/N/N.” Dean said looking around everywhere making you giggle.

“See you guys soon, stay safe.” You said letting go of them and closing your eyes. When you opened them again you were back in the bunker. You set about to work.

The boys found that it was one of the easiest jobs they had ever worked. All the vamps were where you showed them they would be and it made for easy clean up. They got in the car and started the drive home.

“I know you two have something going on.” Dean said to his brother, glancing out the corner of his eye.

“I know you know.” Sam said back. “I can’t explain it, Dean. When I’m with her I just feel so…happy. She makes me feel good, like really good.”

“Ew. I didn’t ask about your sex life.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Sam said with a small smile. “She makes me feel whole, I know its weird.” Sam said looking out the window.

“No it’s not, Sammy. If she makes you happy then go for it.” Dean said nodding.

They pulled up to the bunker at around 2am. They were both beat, dirty, and hungry. Walking down the stairs they both smelt something amazing. They took a deep inhale and smiled. They turned into the kitchen and sprawled on the kitchen counter were baked goods. There was a pecan pie with a note marked to ‘Dean’ next to it.

Dean,

When you said bye to me earlier all I saw was visions of pecan pie. Glad you’re back safe.

-Y/N

Next to the pie was a pile of shortbread cookies with a note marked for ‘Sam’.

Sam,

I know you appreciate things as they should be, but also like a little twist. I made you lavender and lemon shortbread cookies. I’m glad you came back to me.

P.S. I guess nervous baking runs in the family

-Y/N

Dean was already a third of the way through his pie when Sam took a look at him.

“Sam, if you don’t marry her I will.” Dean said with a laugh, food all around his face. Sam laughed with him and put the note down to take a bite of a cookie, it was out of this world delicious. He finished about four and then made his way to your room. You weren’t in there. He ran into the living room and saw you sound asleep on the couch. He gently picked you up to carry you into your room. You stirred in his arms as he walked and gently opened your eyes.

“Sam.” You mumbled against his chest. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too, Y/N.” Sam was so happy to hold you once again. He couldn’t wait for more moments like this. After laying you in bed where you instantly fell back asleep, he showered and laid down for a restful sleep of his own.

Tags: @hunting-the-grievers

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Going M.I.A Until July 5th After Being Peeved Off By Toxic-Humans

I just need to have some time for myself,

and I wanted to wait until July to start posting again.

I just need to try to relax and do some self healing,

and it all has to do with finding out a bit more about Scott Cawthon.

look, no one has to agree about the same religious views.

I mean I have to stay in the Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte Closet,

as well as the Aceflux closet and the bigender identity closet with my family.

it be nice if it didn’t happen while FNAF Security Breach was still in the works.

I’m not even sure if it’s even finished, I can only hope that someone with a heart picks up where Scott left off and adopts the series but still gives Scott credit.

right now I’m listening to a comfort song right now,

which is Lily Allen’s song F**k You.

I guess I could listen to some other songs to comfort me,

but how I feel, it calls for that song.

I just wish they didn’t bring Trump or the other names that are involved into that mess...

after finding out that Trump had some form involvement of the, my guess bullying...

I did get upset at him enough to cry and say I hate him.

of course I can’t say that to my Mom or half of my family.

sure one half supported him and the other half don’t,

but we are still family.

I don’t much care for Presidents in Real Life, I have very little trust in them.

ones in movies or video games or any form of entertainment, are fine.

since it is just in a fictional world that is at times a counterpart of ours.

no one has to agree about my being mad at Trump, and that’s okay.

 I can’t help but think that there is a possibility that Scott had retired

because of the bullying and it possibly being linked to Trump.

we all don’t have to agree to like or dislike Trump.....

but I’m sure a lot of people are upset at those that caused the early retirement

before the Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach   

but maybe there will be still hope for it,

at least if it is true that Scott has a successor.

and if they do continue work on the Security Breach,

then we can only hope things works out well.

I didn’t know there was gonna be a successor,

until I was just looking up some more info about the whole FNAF thing.

but yeah, with only half of what I know so far,

it is still going to be a part of my Semi-Misanthrope.

I still know there are some good people in this world,

that is why it is “Semi”, which is better than it being the full.

maybe later I can try to look up more info about the whole thing,

but it is still possible the bullying was part of the reason for the early retirement.

I’m still peeved at this one person who was bad mouthing YandereDev.

if they are taking long to finish the game, it is because these things take time,

and also everyone has a off day where they wont be able to work on something right away and might have to put it on hiatus.

if Yandere Simulator ever gets on a Disc or game card,

and ends up being playable on Xbox One or Nintendo Switch...

I hope there will be a mode where we can dress up as Chara from Undertale.

at least there is some good news,

Doki Doki Literature Club will be on Nintendo Switch, I have been meaning to mention that after I had found out some days ago.

and parents should not let their child play it if they are under the age of 15.

don’t go blaming the mature content, when it’s you the parents who are to blame.

hey I did see a movie that I was not the proper age for,

and I wasn’t even a teenage yet when I saw it.

I’m talking about Cool World, I still like it and have the DVD.

but after remembering I had seen that movie, and we had rented it from a place that rented out VHS tapes.

I came to realize that letting me see that too early, even though I don’t think I can remember much about watching it during that time, all I know is that I did watch it.

but at least it didn’t get as mature as the Deadpool Movie,

and I still like the Deadpool Movie.

but anyway I figured out that it was wrong for my family to let me watch Cool World when I wasn’t the proper age for it,

and even letting me watch something else with the “witch” word on it,

when I was a toddler and I ended up saying “Son of a Witch”

of course it wasn’t the word witch, but you get what I’m going with this right?

I had to try to keep my little cousin from playing my Deadpool video game,

and it was lucky I caught them on time when the game had barely started.

did they even think about stopping them before they fully started to playing?

I don’t want to make the same mistake as my Mom or anyone else in my family.

at least the bad word I used wasn’t my first word.

but I had come to realize that it isn’t the mature content to blame,

but the parents, and even if some parents are willing to admit this cold truth.

that is perhaps long overdo, not all parents might admit to it.

if you have any mature stuff either on your computer or even a movie or show on DVD.

make sure to hide it from the child, give them their own computer

but put a child lock on the browser, where only you know the password.

and if you tend to forget passwords, write it on paper then hide it where your child or little sibling, can’t find it and it’s in a place that only you know.

also I want to say this....

I rather be a part of a Neo-LGBT, there can be different types of Aces.

some who are flux like myself, but because of the whole sexual energies,

I didn’t figure it out until I started to protect myself with my bracelets.

a Aceflux person can be a sexual empath, picking up the sexual energies of others when they are either in the same room or a different room all together.

and just because someone is Heteroromantic-Ace, doesn’t mean they should be exclude from the LGBT Community, even if some will still welcome them.

 and even if some might not believe that a Ace can end up being a sexual empath, but it might be very rare.

I’m not sure if there are many Aces that are sexual empaths,

and didn’t figure it out until they started to wear gem bracelets to protect themselves.

I think I’m the only one I know of that is doing that.

of course when I had first started to wear a bracelet,

it was because of a dream that felt too real and I was in between awake and asleep and then I was scared awake...

it was also dark and I was laying on my back, that is part of what I remember before being scared awake.

and I can’t tell my family I’m one, or how I believe it had first started.

I rather not talk about that right now.

but the whole me rather being a part of a Neo-LGBT doesn’t really have to do with my being Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.

it is for different reasons,          

 of course I will have to be in the closet about being part of a Neo-LGBT Community......wait, is there already a Neo version...?

well I guess I’m fine being a solo member for now.

 at least not everyone in the LGBT Community made false accusations on Scott.

and I’m not sure if my pendulum is being 100% truthful,

when I asked about Scott’s sexuality, I mean when I asked if he was Hetero,

I was given a No, but when I asked if he was Pan, I got a Yes.

but that might not be true,

I mean I guess there is a possibility that it could be true.

but maybe I should throw some salt on my pendulum later.

and if it turn out those questions were true, and I was being given a truthful answer.

then it might make others sorry for bullying him.

plus I want to point out, that you can’t just keep hating someone

who believed the lies that they were taught while growing up

about how a different gender identity from your bio-sex one

or not being hetero, is evil.

it’s only when they end up seeing the truth that they might end up discovering

that they aren’t hetero, and might just be bi or pan instead.

I wanted to tell my my family about me being on the Asexual Spectrum,

well the flux type of it.

but I wanted to get their view on it first, about the Asexuality.

like I had said before, it didn’t work out too well.

and I had to make it seem I wasn’t Asexual at all.

even though I was asked if I was, I didn’t say Yes and made sure to not give away I was one.

then when I went to my room, I started crying.

how I reacted was perfectly normal, as I had found out when I found some info about how a parent shouldn’t disapprove of it.

I love my family, but it’s best that I never come out of the protective closets I place myself in, that I can only come out online.                                  

 also I’m gonna try to relax and try to just hope the FNAF series keeps alive and there really being a successor who will continue it.

well now that I know the one who partly more responsible,

is a Toxic Game Journalist........

that person sucks, they suck and I hate them so much.

any Toxic-Journalist that dares do what that one did,

they are just as bad as the paparazzi that harassed a distant cousin of mine.

and if their lies is what got everyone mad at Scott,

at least not everyone, but still.....

I hope that Toxic Game Journalist who started it all,

will get the karma they deserve after they screwed everything up.

and yes while writing this, I wanted to look up more info about the whole FNAF and Scott Cawthon thing.

and it does appear that the root is a toxic game journalist.

and if I had to put two and two together,

I say the Youtube Video that peeved me off before,

that had to do with a doxxing of Scott and [Redacted]

and if had to do with that disgusting filth of a shisno.

if the info had happen some time after that whole mess happen,

 then it means that that disgusting human whoever they are,

is the cause of it.

and there is a reason why I put [Redacted]

as I do not wish for the other person/creator of another series,

to be mentioned in this.

Cancel Culture is Evil, even if something does get cancelled,

it shouldn’t involve the cancel culture cult.

don’t blame the content, blame the parents.

Pepe Le Pew deserved better,

he could of been added into the Space Jam 2 Movie,

if he got character development.

he could still flirt, but would learn to keep it a bit more friendly,

and not force himself on a gal he likes.

  ya don’t see girl characters being treated the way he has been treated,

Pepe deserves better, not just Amy Rose, Dot Warner and Fifi La Fume.

that is being sexist towards Pepe.

and it’s sexist for women and even some men,

to assume if a guy wears pink or uses a pink straw, he might not be consider a man.

so wait, if a woman wearing a blue shirt or uses a blue straw, she is still a woman...?

only a real man wears pink, uses a pink straw and even cries.

and I really hope there is a Anti-Cancel Culture Group to put that shisno group in their place.

I want to try to hope things get better, and the FNAF will continue,

and Scott will get a apology from those who had believed that shisno.

maybe I should avoid looking more info about it.

I just need to try to do the self healing and hope everything gets better,

and hope it isn’t a cruel joke about there being a successor.

I guess I can try to look it up more about it to check to be sure if it is true.

I’m gonna check a few more stuff on here first, before I sign off.

and I hope some of you understand why I’m upset about what happen with Scott.

it isn’t right what happen, and how it happen.

and no matter if he supported Trump or not, there is some lines that should never cross when it comes to a dislike of a president or former president.

but if it came to picking him or the evil woman, I would only pick him to keep the babies safe.....but I’m not sure if the rumor about Hillary Clinton is true or not,

I mean when I had found out about it, I was praying she wouldn’t become president because I was worried about the innocent lives.

but if the rumors still turn out to be 100% true, I still don’t want her as the first Madam President.

 I don’t even trust Biden very much, but I will have to try to hope and pray everything will be okay.

like I said, I don’t fully trust Real Life Presidents.

the best thing I can do is hope and pray that everything will work out.

for real, this will be the last post until July.

but I wont sign back in and post anything again until July 5th.

I’m still listening to Lily Allen’s song, I’m gonna listen to it a few more times.

anyway not all of you might agree with all I said,

and I’m not gonna force you to...

so see ya later, stay safe and beware of shisno.  

PS:

Please Do Not Misinterpret anything that was wrote in this.

and I’m gonna hope that not everyone believed that bull about Scott being a Anti-LGBT.

and I do hope the shisno who started that mess, will get karma for what they did and causing FNAF to be almost cancelled for good.

and it better not be cancelled for good,

and there better be truth to the whole successor to the game series.

and if it turns out that my pendulum isn’t joking about Scott’s sexuality,

if it turns out to be 100% true and not a prank my pendulum is pulling.

then I hope he gets a lot of apologizes, not only from the other stuff,

but also about the Anti-LGBT calling.  

[twilightfan02]

The Storm Coming In / Jasper Hale Imagine

A/N - Hi everyone! This is the first imagine I have posted and I am very excited! Don’t be afraid to send in any requests for Twilight characters. I would love to see them. 

Jasper leaves with family when Edward leaves, reader struggles to stick to a routine. Jasper shows up to watch her sing in a diner after a month and they figure out how to go on from there.

Word Count- 4.2k

Warnings- Cursing

Enjoy!

It had been almost a month since any trace of your boyfriend Jasper disappeared with the rest of the Cullen's and as much as you would love to remain in your bed for the rest of your days, you saw the world changing around you, you knew you had to adapt to survive. You didn’t seem to know what adapting meant at this point, but you knew you couldn’t keep doing what you were doing. You finally found yourself being able to stand in the outside world and you knew that you had a show tonight at the diner in your hometown of Forks. You could not have called out of this again. Ever since you were little you’d find yourself on the small, dinky stage at the secluded diner, performing every Saturday night. You had always loved to sing, nothing had ever intervened with your love of performing before, Jasper seemed to have taken your passion with him when he left. There was not a show you had done since meeting the boy that hadn’t had a song dedicated to the love of your life since you met him, he hadn’t missed one yet, neither of you ever thought he really would. You shook your head trying to void yourself of any thoughts of the guilt-ridden empath. It was currently 4pm and you had to be at the diner by 6:45pm to do a quick mic check before the show would start at 7pm. It seemed that everyone in town had known what had happened to you. Everyone had thought you and Jasper would be together for the rest of your lives, it wasn’t a question. You think people expected you to act differently, you had spent your whole life making sure your reputation stayed squeaky clean and no one thought it would be easy for you to get over this, no one expected you to completely shut down as you did.

You stepped into the shower and you let the scalding water pour over you, you stood there for as long as you could before going on with your normal show routine. Everything in your life had a routine. You never realized how controlled to the clock you were before a month of forcing yourself into isolation, it almost made you laugh. You couldn’t care less anymore. Once you finished, you stepped out of the shower, towel drying your hair and body before getting dressed. You wore a simple white knit sweater, black mom jeans and your favorite pair of doc martens. After your hair finished drying you french braided the (Y/H/C) pieces into a low curled ponytail. You put on just enough makeup so you didn’t look completely dead and called it quits. You couldn’t eat on show days. No matter how many times you had performed, nervous or not, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything. You knew the sweet owners of the diner, Don and Barb, would have a to-go box waiting for you once you had finished. Barb had texted you a few days after word had gotten around that the Cullens had left telling you to take your time, to call in if you needed and she had dropped off your favorite soup at least twice throughout every week of him being gone. When you had asked to take a month off from your Saturday nights at the diner, she had been so kind and when you told her you were ready to come back she was more than ecstatic. You walked past your mother when exiting your house towards your car, who informed you that she and your father would be there tonight to support your first night back. You bid a quick thank you and continued the walk to your car. Your parents had been so amazing through this break-up, they followed your lead the best they could. Neither of them had expected this either, they had nothing, but love for yours and Jaspers relationship. Your mother was so heart-broken that this was how you were doomed to spend your junior year, she didn’t know how you would come back from this. They knew that Jasper was the one for you, your father had done his best to get a hold of Carlisle who didn’t offer much of an explanation at all. No one knew what to tell you anymore. No one knew how to comfort you or how to approach you when you ate lunch alone at the Cullens table. The people around you really struggled when it came to seeing you so down and out, you were a walking ray of human sunshine, seeing you upset was never something they had prepared themselves for. 

You drove the familiar road to the small diner and you were there in under ten minutes, you sat in the car for a little while, preparing to go into the public willingly again. You made sure you had all of your stuff, checked your reflection quickly, took a deep breath and proceeded to leave the safety of your car. You walked through the doors and began your path to the little sound system next to the small stage. As you were walking, you caught Barb's eye as she was putting some money in the register, she looked up and sent you a wave and a smile. She shook her finger at you signaling that she would be over there in a second, you sent her a tight lipped smile and a nod in response. Once you arrived at the stage you pulled up the karaoke playlist you had made earlier that day to make your transitions between songs easier. Before you knew it you had been spun around and pulled into a firm hug. The familiar scent of Barb and apple pie filled your nose and for the first time in a while you had a genuine smile.

“Oh my dear, it is so good to have you back,” You could tell she was being honest. 

“It is good to be back, I have a good set list tonight. I am bringing back some old stuff, I have something new too that I really think will be fun.” You were trying your best to carry on a normal conversation.

“I am so glad to hear that. How are you doing? Have you heard from him at all?” There it was. The inevitable Jasper question. The second you heard it your mouth went dry, you shook your head and gave a quick answer, obviously trying to end this portion of the conversation.

“I am so sorry, love. We sure will miss seeing the two of you around here.”

“I will miss it too, I just wish I knew anything at all. I have no way to gain closure and I feel like I am just stuck in this weird limbo.” This may have been the most open statement you had made about the situation so far. You and Bella had spent a lot of time trying to figure out why they had left, Bella knows Edward left to protect her from Victoria, but that doesn’t explain why Jas would leave you with no explanation. You had tried to text and call him nearly everyday, but it was radio silence. Eventually you and Bella fell out of touch, you were painful reminders of each other's missing half. You knew her father, Charlie and her would be at the diner tonight. Everyone was trying to be as supportive as they could. 

Barbra interrupted your thoughts after letting the information you gave her sink in for a short while, “I am sorry, dear. I should not have brought it up.”

You responded honestly, “I have to talk about it eventually.” You didn't mean to sound as bitter as you did when you said this, but the poison behind your words were a given when discussing him.

Barb shifted a bit before saying, “Well, it's seven. Are you ready to start?” You took a deep breath and muttered a “Yes, of course.” Barb made her way up the steps of the hip-length, black stage, she took the mic in her hand and gave it a quick tap, gaining the attention of the usual Saturday customers, lots of which came for your little shows. It was as close as they could get to a concert in a town like Forks, seeing as the diner was a teen hangout it tended to be pretty packed on nights like this. You saw the door open and you caught Bella’s eye as she walked in with Charlie following behind her. You sent a quick wave and she sent one back. 

“Hey! How is everyone doing?” Barb spoke clearly into the microphone as everyone gave a small cheer. She continued, “We are so blessed to have our own (Y/N) back to sing for us after a small break! I do not have to tell any of you new-comers how amazing this girl is, the turn out every Saturday night and her voice speaks for themselves. Give her a warm welcome everyone,” You walked up the steps taking this time to look into the crowd and register who was here You saw quite a few people from school, you saw your parents smiling wide as ever, you caught sight of your best friend Paul and the rest of his pack, you sent him a small smile which he returned with a bigger one and two thumbs up. 

One you reached Barb, she handed you the mic and you sent her a grateful look, you loved her introductions. “Hey everyone! I have missed this a lot, I am so glad to go back at it again. For those of you who don’t know, I have sung here almost every Saturday night since I was 8 years old and it is my favorite thing to do,” You weren’t lying, but you sure as hell aren't telling the whole truth. Your first night out after Jasper leaving was becoming a little overwhelming, but you had to push through. 

“I am going to throw it back with some of my old favorites to perform and then we will try some new stuff, does that sound alright with you?” The small crowd sent out a quick cheer and you smiled back at them.

“Alright! Here is, I Got Stripes by Johnny Cash!” You tried to do music to please the crowd which led you to do a mix of music that was older.

The music starts up and you see your dads head start bopping, this was always his favorite to hear you sing.

“I hear the train coming

Its rolling round the bend 

And I aint seen the sunshine since, I don’t know when

I’ve been stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on,”

You do your best to connect with people in the audience throughout your set, but all your mind could keep going back to was the Cullen family. You had always told yourself that your art would come first and if your 10 year-old self could see you right now she would slap the shit out of you. You were letting your career be interrupted for a boy, but you couldn’t help it. You felt completely numb, you couldn’t enjoy what you were doing at all. You thought back to seeing Jasper after every show. He always let you see everyone else first and then he would meet you in your guys booth in the back with a quick kiss and a bouquet of flowers. You always told him he didn’t have to do that. You’ve performed so many times that it wasn’t anything special anymore. He would always reply with a smug smile and say “Anything you do is special, Sugar.” That boy made you weak in the knees, but he was gone. He left you, with no explanation, after three years together. You knew all of his secrets, his family's secrets. He knew yours. You tried to push the thought of him out of your head again. Eventually you found yourself at the last song of your set, this was always a song you would dedicate to Jasper, you found your heart in your throat as you spoke.

“You have been such a wonderful audience, I am so happy to be back up here. The last song of the night is one I never thought I would perform. This song has always been my safe space and something that meant a lot to someone who I loved dearly. Hopefully you love it as much as I do. Here is Maybe This Time from Cabaret.” The second you finished speaking you saw the back door of the diner open and a man in a hoodie slide into the booth closest to the door. The second the music started you saw him stiffen and you knew immediately who it was. You wanted to stop the music, start a scene, but you knew you couldn’t do that. You had the wind knocked out of you as you saw Paul rise and slowly saunter to the booth that Jasper was sitting in, you had almost missed your entrance to the song, but quickly picked it back up in order to keep the audience's eyes on you and not on the back of the diner. You didn’t know what Paul would do to Jasper. You and Paul had grown up together, from chubby little toddlers in diapers to teen with intense hormonal acne, he had done his best to be there for you once Jasper had left, but between you pushing him away and the duties of the pack he couldn’t do much. You opened up your mouth and for some reason the words came out,

“Maybe this time, I'll be lucky

Maybe this time he’ll stay

Maybe this time, for the first time, love won't hurry away

He will hold me fast, I’ll be home at last

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before,”

You finally brought your eyes up off the ground and looked at everyone except him, you couldn’t look at him and sing this song. You loved musical theatre, Jasper did his best to tolerate it. The only show he ever really loved was Cabaret, he would never tell you why when you asked. You just reminded him so much of Sally Bowles. She was a performer, hopeful, loud and opinionated, he loved that about you. When you had sung this song for him, it was the first time he had ever heard you sing. You were sitting in his bedroom and were playing Truth or Dare. He had asked if you had any talents and you said you could sing a bit, when he asked you to sing for him you clammed up. You loved to sing so much, but you had a huge crush on the boy and did not want to embarrass yourself. You were supposed to save this song for the weekend at the diner, but he loved it so much you never wanted to share it with anyone else. This song showed exactly how he felt towards you. He wanted to stay so badly, but he was always scared as to what would happen if he did. He thought, maybe this time, it would be different and he could. You found yourself reaching the end of the song and at this point you had looked at everyone except Jasper. When you finally willed yourself to look at him you saw Paul sitting next to him, completely, maybe he was trying to keep him from leaving, maybe he was trying to make sure he stayed close so he could kick his ass after they left the diner, you had no idea. Jasper looked up and you willed yourself to move your eyes off of Paul and onto Jasper. Meeting his eyes took everything out of you, every bit of energy and willingness to go on that you had in you completely disappeared. 

“All the odds are, they're in my favor

Something's bound to begin

It's gotta happen, happen sometime

Maybe this time I'll win

Cause everybody, they love a winner

So nobody loved me

'Lady Peaceful', 'Lady Happy'

That's what I long to be

Well, all the odds are, they're in my favor

Something's bound to begin

It's gotta happen, happen sometime

Maybe this time

Maybe this time I'll win,” once you finished the last word everyone in the diner was on their feet. You stood, forcing a smile, glaring a hole into Jasper's head. Jasper stopped making eye contact with you towards the very end of the song. He could feel what you were feeling, he felt it over everyone else in the small space. Your pain was loud, it wanted to be felt. Your anguish nearly took him off his feet, he didn’t know how you were standing and smiling, even as unconvincingly as you were. You gave the audience a quick wave and walked down the steps after you thanked everyone for coming out tonight, the second you got down the stairs you were saying your hellos as fast as you could so you could leave immediately. You loved Jasper more than anything, but you weren’t ready for this, it was all too much. You finally got in your car, after Barb forced a to-go box on you. The second you got in your car you lost it, sobbing harder than ever into your hands. Why was this all so overwhelming? You knew Bella had Jasper hostage questioning him about Edward and such. He was grateful that you hadn't been pulling the stuff that Bella had been pulling, the dangerous stunts to get a glimpse of him. He didn’t know what he would have done if you were trying to injure yourself. He left to prevent that, he knew he was in the wrong , but he had the right intentions. The Cullens had come up to collect the last of their things when Jasper caught a glimpse of you through the window of the diner. It was almost eight so he knew you would be about finished, but he wanted to see you perform for the last time. He needed it, and when he heard you singing your guy's song, he knew he had made a mistake. When he felt what you had felt, he knew he had to stay. He couldn’t leave you feeling like this. He thought you would be okay, even better without him. You would find someone who could give you a good normal life, a normal marriage, four kids playing in the backyard, you could have grandchildren, and grow old and grey with whoever you honored with that job. He knew you were it for him, he had one great love and he was determined to do what was best for you even though it was slowly killing him. It seemed that he had underestimated your love for him, he would never make that mistake again. You were right that Bella had found him and begun to question him to death, what you didn’t know was that she had dragged him outside of the diner to interrogate him. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve before fumbling to find your keys to start your car, as soon as you had put your key in the ignition you made eye contact with him. The love of your life standing twenty feet away from you and all you could do was put your car in reverse and exit the parking lot, or at least try, but before you could even attempt it, Jasper was standing beside your car window tapping lightly. You could see that his mouth was moving, but you couldn’t register a sound that came out. You were blank, before you were pulled out of it by hearing Paul's voice, booming like thunder.

“Jasper, she obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. I told you I’d let you try. She’s not re-” You couldn’t hear the rest of it. You sped out of the parking lot nearly knocking Jasper over in the process. You turned off everything you were feeling and you just drove. You drove for hours it seemed, you didn’t go anywhere, you just drove in circles. Once you started to come to reality again, you took a brief look at the clock, and you genuinely laughed so hard you had to pull over. You had been driving for hours, 3 hours to be exact. It was almost 11:30. You laughed until you couldn’t anymore and that’s when the tears came. Stupid Jasper. Stupid Cullens. Stupid diner. Stupid Bella. Stupid Edward. Stupid you. You let yourself cry it out until the tears stopped, you saw Barb closing down the diner through the window as it approached midnight. You knew you had to go home, your parents were easy on you as you grieved this lost relationship, but there was no way they would be okay with you missing curfew. 

After you went home, you heated up to go box from the diner as you hadn’t eaten at all today resulting in a nasty headache. As you ate your food you checked your phone for the first time in hours. You had quite a few messages from people who were at the diner, congratulating you on a stellar show. You had a message from Bella wanting to check in, and you had at least ten messages from Paul asking where you were and letting you know that he “dealt with the Cullen problem,” you found yourself overwhelmed again especially when you heard the voicemail that Jasper had left. You could hear the pain in his voice, 

“(Y/N), I know what I did was horrible. I am so sorry Darlin’. I wish I could take it back, I wish I never left and that you never had to feel the way that you do. Paul told me everything about how bad it was and I am so sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for making you feel that way. I’m going to stay, we are all going to stay. Edward needs a little more time, but we are back. Please let me make this up to you, I will do anythi-,” His voice cut out as you stopped the voicemail. You couldn’t handle anymore. You turned your phone off, walked up to your room, took your make-up off, undressed, redressed in pajamas, laid down and lit your favorite candle, you were a robot. You were stuck in your routine, letting the clock rule you again. You were doing the only thing you knew how to do anymore. Everything else had gone to shit, but you could save your routine. You had done everything so effortlessly you forced yourself to check out. You were only brought back again by the loud thump of something landing on the side of your house. You hear your window open and you hear the sounds of Jasper entering. You felt the bed dip next to you and you felt his hand rub the side of your face. You kept your eyes closed the whole time. You both knew you weren’t asleep, but neither of you were ready for this moment to be interrupted by the reality that he had left you. The love of your life had left you without so much as a goodbye and here he was stroking your face.

“I am so sorry,” he choked out

“I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why it happened and I don’t know what you were thinking. I don't want to know right now. I just can’t talk about this tonight. I love you, Jasper. I love you so much and I don’t know how I will continue to breathe if you ever pull this shit again. I swear to God, I will kill you. For right now I just want to lay here. I want you to hold me and I want to talk about the weather, I want to talk about school, I want to talk about our families and our siblings and homework, but I will not talk about you leaving me, you understand? We can start rebuilding in the morning. We can fix this, it’ll just take time. I need time. Are you in or are you out?” Neither of you had expected you to say that much or speak at all. All of the words came out before you even knew what you were doing. He looked at you with wide eyes and nodded. He sat himself down and wiggled his body so it was slightly underneath yours, You rolled over to put your head on his chest and his arm fell into place on your back. It was as if nothing had changed.

“So, how are you enjoying the rain?” The pale boy spoke with a hint of his accent peaking through. You could hear the smile on his face when he talked. You softly replied,

“It isn’t too bad, I am a bit worried about the storm that’s coming through.”

[seriefic]

3000 Dreams (Chapter 4)

Sumary: Is the return of the past good or bad?

Warnings: Angst, Death, Blood, Mentions of religion.

A/N: English isn´t my first language. This story are scenes that have been appearing in my mind, chapters are going to be LONG. There are mentions of Islam since the main character is going to be a muslim (i´m muslim myself, not really practicing but everything is written with respect) and the story does not follow the timeline of the series. I hope you like it.

Tags: @supernaturalvikingwhore​  @lol-haha-joke​  @naaladareia​

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Ivar laughed, he laughed as if seeing his brothers with shattered faces was fun, the funniest thing he had witnessed in years and laughed because he had shown everybody that he was right, he had reaffirmed his power, so in front of the whole world he humiliated his brothers, to show that they should follow him if they wanted to emerge victorious from that situation.

-Now are you going to learn to listen to me?

-Ivar, I continue ..- Ubbe was going to answer him, you knew that with an answer that would not please the younger so you stepped on him to make him shut up and he did so, Hvisterk remained silent, with his head bowed and fists clenched in rage.

When the self-proclaimed king of York decided that the humiliation was enough, you all left the room, you entered the room following Ubbe and the first thing he did was throw one of the jugs with water against the wall, you sat on the bed watching as he moved from side to side and threw some things around the room

-You should take a bath -You said calmly approaching him and untying one of the knots that tightened his gray shirt

-Why are you so calm? what Ivar is doing will lead us to disaster.

- I am not calm, I am enduring the desire to shout at you for having returned with a shattered face after I told you not to do it, so now pay attention to me, stop breaking things and take a bath- Your hands on his cheeks, making sure he looked directly at you and listened to your words well.

-Well-he threw aside his clothes and went to where you had already prepared a bathtub with hot water for when he arrived. You knew that his return from the failed negotiation attempt would mark a before and after in the dynamics of power between the brothers, but you decided not to comment anything, you didn´t want to add more problems and stress to his head, you really wished that his greatest concern was if the land was fertile or not and you could live together and calmly. 

You hadn´t said anything to him but you really wanted that adventure to end and to be able to live peacefully in a cabin or wherever the Vikings lived when they were engaged in agriculture.

-Are you going to tell me what you want to tell me? -Asked the man tilting his head backwards, at the edge of the bathtub to look at you, you took advantage of his posture to kiss him on the forehead and slipped your hands towards his chest, introducing them into the water, hugging him.

-I just want you to be safe and if that means that at the moment you obey Ivar with your eyes closed, do it.

You watched the battle from one of the towers, Ivar was next to you, observing everything satisfied by how well the plan worked.

- Are you going down? - You asked to seeing he was going to the stairs of the tower leaning on his crutches.

-I want to fight too.

-Okay, be careful

-I don't need to be careful- Before you would have enjoyed Ivar's company, you liked how he talked and how direct he was, but now you could only describe the interactions between you as uncomfortable and cold, even when you made an effort to be kind and try to empathize with his ideas, everything It felt strange.

You looked back at the small window from which you watched the battle, you tried to be calm but the reality was quite the opposite, your heart was almost out of control and you needed to control your breathing to keep calm, you could only hear the noises, see some banners and see some groups that moved together, but you didn't really see anything, you weren't able to distinguish those who were fighting at the time, the darkness and the rain made the vision and battle much more violent and impossible and you just expected it to end quickly.

After a few hours the sounds of the battle perished and from your position you could see some vikings walking calmly, dragging some bodies, you assumed that it was over but when you were going away to leave you saw something that caught your attention and froze the blood of your veins.

Running down the stairs to the street and through the mud that mixed with the blood you ran to where you thought it was what had caught your attention.

- (YN)? What are you doing out here? -Hvisterk grabbed your arm to stop you, making you stumble and almost lose your balance

-I .......- You were going to answer but one of the bodies that were lying face down moved and grabbed the prince's leg, receiving a kick from him, the dying body of the man was sideways and immediately you recognized the clothes he was wearing.

-No-you yelled at Hvisterk when he was going to nail his sword to finish killing him but he was faster than your voice.

-What? -He looked at you as if he had not just killed a man and you crouched down next to the body, trying to analyze if what you saw was true.

-What are you doing? -Said Ubbe approaching you, with his ax still in his hands

-Ask her-

-Were there more people dressed like that?"-You asked and Ubbe nodded, you got up suddenly, 

-Are there still some alive?

-Yes, we have captured some, they are in the square, why?

-They are part of the emirate´s army, they are the African troops, my father's troops.

-Oh shit, do you think your father is here? -You went away, trying to contain the desire to throw up that had suddenly invaded you and Ubbe guided you to the square, you prayed mentally for your father to be among the survivors, you saw many men but none known, all were sitting in a row and tied to each other and the last in line tied to a pole.

You watched all the men, one by one and your father was not among them, but you stopped at one who kept his eyes lost on the ground, his head in another world and his face covered in mud and dried blood, but still with All the dirt, you recognized it.

-Nabil-you whispered and that whisper seemed to bring him back to reality, to York, to be chained with the soldiers who had survived in front of the watchful eyes of the Vikings.

- (YN) -your name came out of his mouth almost inaudible, he looked at you as if he couldn't believe his eyes

-Ivar -You called the man who watched everything from the height- Can you free him? -You asked pointing to Nabil

-Whyi would do that?

-Please, just him.

Ivar looked at you and leaning on his crutches, even with his face bathed in blood he approached you and Nabil and then his brother who looked behind you watching the scene, with his jaw clenched and his fists clenched around his ax.

-Okay, you can keep it, RELEASE HIM- He shouted and two men approached to fulfill his orders, when he was released he fell forward and you quickly ducked into the mud to hold him.

-Help me to lift him - you asked Ubbe, who stood still a few seconds before approaching you resigned and helping you lift the man.

You cleaned his face carefully, with the help of Helga you had taken care of his wounds and Nabil already looked like a completely new man, your whole body was shaking, you didn’t know what to do or say in front of him..

-Aren’t you going to get in trouble for helping me?- He asked sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

-No, don’t worry- your words came out shy, as if you didn´r really wanto to talk about it and that was the truth, how would you explain to him your actual situation?-Why are our troops here?-you asked changing the subject.

-The Emir made a deal with the Vatican, they would calm the Christian revolts in our territories if our army helped England and France to protect themselves from Viking invasions.

-Why isn´t my father with you?

- (YN) -Nabil took your hand and looked at you in silence for a few seconds -Your father died a few months after you were kidnapped, his heart couldn´t stand it.

-No-you said in complete state of disbelief with a lump in your throat and tears starting to fall down your cheeks- no

-I’m sorry -he said hugging you to try to comfort you, but it was impossible to find comfort at that moment, your heart had just broken, you heard how the door opened and you didn’t need to turn to know what Ubbe was, you separated from Nabil and dried your tears.

-I’ll be right back- you said and walked to Nabil who was leaning by the door watching you, you left the room and Ubbe followed you out.

-How is he going?

-He´s okay, they weren’t major injuries.

-Why are they here? Fighting with the Christians?-”He asked without looking at you, looking at the door behind which your friend was.

-The emir made a deal with the Vatican, they are here in exchange for the Vatican calming the revolts of Christians in the emirate.

-I will inform Ivar.

-Ubbe, can I ask you a favor?

The Viking pursed his lips and took a deep breath before nodding because he knew what you were going to ask him - Can we let him go?

-That’s not my decision (YN). Do you know that the only reason Ivar lets you take care of him is because he wants you to get information right?

-Please try it.

-Do you still love him?

-Ubbe …- his name came out as a complaint-I love him as a friend and a brother, he has been by my side for most of my life, so if I can free him, I will.

-We named her after you and she´s an exact copy of Hurrem, it seems that she is her father and mother -he said explaining how his daughter was.

- she has red hair too?

-Of course and the green eyes and her bad character- You laughed at the mention of your friend’s bad character but he started coughing and quickly got up and went to one of the water jugs in the room that Nabil shared with other wounded.

You were concentrated changing the glasses when you felt some hands around you, caressing your belly and a chin resting on your shoulder, you leaned on the body that hugged you from behind while you finished serving the water, when you finished you separated from Ubbe and turned to look at him.

-What? - You said seeing his expression, which could go through that of a naughty child.

-Nothing-his smirk told you the opposite but you passed by him and offered the water to Nabil, when you returned to sit where you had been at his side and the gaze of your friend passed by you to settle in Ubbe, you noticed why the prince had smiled like that.

-What happened to you? Did they make you a slave? -he asked doubtfully, although because of the way he looked at you, he already knew the answer.

-No, I’m a free woman

-Free in everything? Even to allow that man to touch you.

You left the plate in your hands to the side and looked at him, swallowing saliva to try to find the words -Many things have happened and there are things in my life that have changed, I am in love with Ubbe and for the moment I want to stay with him -you paused a little and your gaze settled on Ubbe, on the other side of the room, with a glass in his hand and his eyes lost on the wall - I don’t think I’ll be back soon.

- What about Hurrem and me?

-I love you Nabil but it´s the same love i feel for Hurrem and now I'm living, when I was at home you know how I felt, here I don't have to worry about being judged for any mistake, they don't care.

Nabil nodded slowly listening to you, I knew that I did not agree with your decision and although you had not explained everything in detail, he had understood the limits that you had already broken with your relationship with Ubbe, Nabil was a man of God, he was pious and devout and he also saw you that way, so you could see perfectly how his face was reflecting disappointment at the new discovery about your life.

-At least you pray?

-Of course, my faith is still intact, simply because of the circumstances I don't comply with all the rules

-I hope God forgives you, I will pray for it

-I hope so too

It was late when you left that room, Ubbe was gone before you. Tired, you dragged your feet down the hall, feeling heavy and apathetic, the conversation with Nabil had left you feeling uncomfortable, you knew your relationship with Ubbe was wrong, forbidden but I was hearing it from someone's mouth, even if it wasn't directly was different.

You had not rested anything in the last days, every time you closed your eyes to sleep you woke up crying or needing to vomit, but That was not the worst, the worst was that Ubbe was never by your side when that happened. Ivar had managed to keep him busy even at night and you wanted to have him by your side, to calm your discomfort and because you were aware of his jealousy because of Nabil. 

That time you were lucky, Ubbe was in the room and that was enough for you, you lay next to him and curled up in his chest, the man opened his eyes to feel the contact and wrapped his arms around you, you just wanted to sleep peacefully for one night

You woke up because someone threw you out of bed, the surprise and the hard blow against the ground left you stunned, the next thing you felt was how someone dragged you along the floor to the door while you shouted and revolted trying to let go and know what was happening, you were sure that your screams could be heard all over the hall and you expected Ubbe to appear at any moment but it wasn´t like that, the person who was dragging you and the one you had not yet seen the face put you standing at the end of the hall and several torches lit up in front of you, letting you see familiar faces, Ivar, Hvitserk, Harald and Ubbe were there.

You tried to move forward but the man who had dragged you there held you by the two arms and at the least movement you made pulled you violently to keep you still.

-What is happening?- You asked scared and confused, waiting for some explanation from the familiar faces in front of you.

- (YN) You are detained for treason

-WHAT?

-You have let all the prisoners of the African army escape and they have stolen one of our boats- Ivar was the only one who spoke and didn´t sound surprised at all, spoke as if he were only saying "Good morning" with a big smile on his lips.

-I haven’t done anything, I’ve been sleeping all this time-You paused realizing that Ubbe was in front of you- In fact...i was sleeping with you, SAY SOMETHING- you yelled at him losing your temper and patience.

-Some men will inspect your room, if we find the keys from the chains and the cell there, it will be shown that you are guilty (YN) -Hvitserk spoke, looking at you with grief, you looked at Ubbe who did not look at you and called him but he didn´t raise his head.

You were locked in one of the cells where you cried alone for the rest of the night, until you heard the door open, you didn’t turn around, you didn’t want to see who it was, so you remained leaning against the wall looking at the small window through which you could see that it had already dawned.

- (YN) - You heard Helga’s voice - I brought you water and some food, how are you?

You turned to look at her and she crouched down to hug you, you hugged her as if she were your salvation -Helga, I swear to God that I have done nothing.

-I know, I know, I believe you but the situation is difficult, I come to warn you that they have found the keys in your room.

-That’s impossible.

-Floki and Hvitserk don´t believe that you have anything to do with the escape, we will find who it has been.

-And Ubbe?-sweetheart ...- She started talking, stroking your hair -he ... i think ....- her words were cut, unable to form a sentence because I didn't know what to tell you.

-Helga, I think no one has given you permission to go down here -Ubbe´s voice startled you both and Helga gave you one last hug and got upand went past Ubbe hitting him with her shoulder before leaving.

Ubbe entered the cell and sat in front of you, leaning against the opposite wall - The keys were in your room.

-Do you really think I would betray you?

-I don’t know, maybe you wanted to go back to Nabil but it went wrong and they left you here.

His words sounded bitter and poisonous and it hurt, it was incredible how your chest could sink deeper and deeper with each event, every time you thought you couldn’t feel worse, one more piece was broken.

You got up and Ubbe did the same, you stayed in front of him -Ubbe you don´t remember? I told you to promise to take me back home when I asked for it and you accepted, WHY WOULD I WANT TO ESCAPE FROM A PLACE IN WHICH I AM NOT OBLIGATED TO BE?

.-You may have released them because they are your people, it would be normal that after seeing Nabil you would like to return.

-Why would I want to go back to a place where I have nothing? My father is dead and my only friends have a family to look after, my place is here.

Ubbe seemed to realize what you had said and his attitude changed - your father?

-He died a few months after I left

-Why didn’t you say anything?

-Because my head was full of things, these last weeks have been horrible but ....i need to know one thing. Why when they came for me you weren't in the room? why you were already with Ivar?

-Because he called a meeting to talk about security reinforcement, I should be the one who is questioning you - he recriminated you and walking towards the door.

-Ubbe, time is up- warned a guard from the door.

You walked away from him and looked back at the wall where you had been resting- What have I done to you to treat me like this? I have given you everything, even my integrity- The last thing came out of your mouth in a lower tone, you didn’t expect an answer and you didn’t get it either, Ubbe had left leaving you alone again.

A gloomy atmosphere surrounded the great hall in which the brothers, Harald, Floki, Helga and Vilde were gathered, Ubbe listened to the conversation in silence, drinking from his glass without being thirsty.

-What will we do with (YN)? - Harald asked leaning back in his seat.

-Kill her- Ivar answered simply, earning the murmurs of everyone at the table, from everyone but Ubbe who didn't answer, didn't move, nothing indicated that what he was hearing would affect him.

-We can't do that-Helga protested-She hasn't done it, I don't think it was her, it's also a disproportionate punishment, she hasn't killed anyone.

-Exactly, besides, those soldiers are not a threat, they didn't even want to be here in the first place- Hvisterk supported Helga's argument.

Floki leaned on the table to look more closely at Ivar, he had practically raised that boy, he was almost his son - why do you want to kill her? I thought you liked her.

-I don't like non-Vikings, you should know Floki, and my decision is to execute her.

-Ubbe, do you agree?- Vilde asked, touching his leg, which brought Ubbe's mind back to the table, Ubbe was aware of Vilde's fleeting glances on him, how she blinked when he spoke to her, how her voice sounded sweeter around him and how she licked her lips when he spoke to her, Ubbe had noticed it long ago and the cold woman's hand resting on hir leg was the final confirmation he expected. -Yes, I agree.

Even Harald was speechless, not expecting that response from Ubbe, Vilde tightened her grip on the prince's leg and he placed his hand on the woman's, who hid a satisfied smile at the man's reaction.

When the meeting was over, everyone dispersed in heavy silence, York had always been a dark city, from the first day they arrived but it had never felt as heavy as that day.

Vilde followed Ubbe down the hall to the room, she sat on the bed as if it belonged to her, leaning on her hands while stroking the fabrics that covered the bed

-Get comfortable- Ubbe invited as he took off his own shoes

.-I have to say that you surprised me, for a moment I thought you were really in love with that ... I don't even know what to call her.

He poured a glass of wine while staring at the woman who was sitting in front of him, he approached her walking slowly and when he arrived in front of her body, with one hand, he undid the bow of the dress that kept her chest covered -i must admit sex was good 

Vilde laughed at his comment -I doubt that it can be compared to what is going to happen tonight-  she said while still looking at him and leaving the entire upper part of her body exposed.

Ubbe approached her and kissed her, pushing Vilde to lie on the bed, while kissing her, with one hand he held her by the neck, leaving her in the perfect position so she couldn't move -Of course it won't compare to tonight.

Vilde was late in realizing what was happening, after those words, the next thing she knew was that Ubbe was on top of her, with a wide smile and a dagger had been stuck in her stomach.

-What ... what does this mean?- she asked, panicking, trying to get Ubbe away from her.

-Do you think I'm stupid?- Ubbe asked, sinking more the kinfe into her belly, causing her to scream in pain. The prince didn´t let her move,he was holding her so tight that his fingers dug into her skin leaving red grooves - Do you think I don't see what you do since day one?

Of course he got no response from Vilde's dying body, Ubbe took the knife from her stomach and wiped the curled edge on the woman's dress, watched her for a few seconds, as her body remained almost immobile, except for some spasms, while she was bleeding to death.

With his hands still covered in warm blood and his stained clothes, he left the room and called one of the men waiting in the hallway.

-Take the body and burry it.

-How much do you think it would take Ivar to discover that his witch is dead? - Hvitserk asked handing his brother some keys

-I guess we'll find out when he finds out, we must hurry.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

yea well all of that isn't enough for me to like skye, sorry. i'm gonna keep choosing the bad choices for however long it takes for her to change for the better. if she doesn't, then i guess i never will. i just know that i'm not a fan of her current character at all, & unless she changes, that's the opinion i'm sticking to. it's what the majority of the fandom feels anyway for good reason, so i know i'm not alone in this.

Oh believe me, I am by no means offended if you don’t like Skye or forgive her. I totally get being Anti for her character after everything she’s done. In talking with all my lovely anons, I’m seeing all different perspectives and realizing that it’s very easy for me to pity a character if they’re in a tough situation and haven’t done anything to personally offend me. 

People hate Merula for her general behavior and the Devil’s Snare incident. But she was a flat-out villain back then, so it never really bothered me that much. Meanwhile, Snape was bullied by the Marauders and he was caught between two worlds...I might have empathized with him like I do Merula, but his behavior in the books personally offends me, because I work with kids too. 

If Skye never changes, then it’s just squandered potential of her better qualities. She does have them, they just aren’t being utilized properly, and if that continues...then I’ll probably look back on her like I do Rakepick. A character who was interesting, complex, multi-faceted and morally gray.....and had all of that thrown away. 

[you-are-worth-the-wait]

i’m sorry if i come across as sounding insensitive.  you’d think i’d be the one who’d be more beaten and battered because i’m the one that lost you.  it’s not to say that i’m not breaking.  i’ve gone through some pretty bad lows since you left me.  i always thought that at least if you figured things out and confronted him on your own terms, it would have been “easier”.  i did everything i could so we wouldn’t get caught and i buried my feelings for you even when we were together with people all around us.  i know we still had our stolen glances and moments but i never did want us to get caught.  this was something i wanted you to avoid.  

it’s tough.  i’m not a bad person but i’m just so torn in how everything is going down.  if you ever chose me or he found out, i knew he’d be hurt in some way.  i knew you’d be hurt in some way in having to choose between the two of us.  i knew i’d hurt if i ended up losing you.  it sucks that he’s hurting but i hate that you are hurting as well, if not more.  i hate the fact he is taking it out on you and you are just taking it and it’s making you feel like you aren’t worth anything because you are worth something.  i want you so badly and i’ll accept you in any way you come out of this but i hate that you have to suffer in order to get to me.  the longer this drags out, the more i feel you’ll be beaten by him and/or yourself and i’m scared that you won’t be/feel the person you think i fell in love with.  i’m scared to think that you’ll think you are so damaged that it would be better to stay with him than come to me that way because you think i won’t accept however it is you see yourself.  i’ve already told you that you would make me the happiest person in the world if you chose me but i would know that that wouldn’t be the end of things.  i knew i’d have to work that much harder to prove to your heart and mind that you made the right choice.  i just want you to come out of this “okay” and “well” and feel that you and i can finally live the life we saw in each other’s heart.  

i don’t wish pain on him and i would never rub it in his face that you chose me.  i don’t mean to break him.  i think he’s breaking himself because of guilt and he’s now only realizing what he could potentially lose and of course it’s scaring him.  of course all his insecurities are coming out because at some point, he lost sight of you, your relationship, you two were not connecting any more.  you two were heading towards a future but at some point, the path that you thought you two were on turned out to be two different paths and i don’t blame you for feeling alone.  when you told me that you thought you two were heading towards the same goal but every time you were ready to move forward, he was not in sync, getting himself in debt, buying a car without consulting you (i can’t for the life of me imagine why he’s still doing it.  it’s like he didn’t learn the first/second/whatever time?), refusing to allow you to communicate with him to solve your problems, ready to buy a house together but he wasn’t there.  i mean...how much longer are you going to keep putting your life on pause or, i hate to say it this way, allow him to hold you back from something you are striving for and are passionate about?  we all know that you will be okay without him.  i wonder if that’s a reason why you aren’t leaving.  it may be a reason you don’t leave him but i don’t think it’s a good reason to stay.  it’s not fair to him or you.  you shouldn’t have to stay out of pity, feeling sorry for him, or feel guilty that you want to move on without him.  i’m sorry.  i feel so torn trying to empathize with him and trying to protect you when all i want is to have all this hurt and shyt to be over and for you to choose me.  i don’t think i’ve ever fought this hard for someone to have and be a part of my life... 

my mom/parents “figured out” that we aren’t together but i didn’t say yes or no.  i just told my mom i didn’t want to talk about it so let’s just leave it at that.  then last night she was like, “well, now that it’s just me and your dad, i want to ask you a question and don’t get mad.”  i told her if that’s the way you are going to start the convo then let���s not start it because i have a feeling i know what you want to ask and i already told you that i didn’t want to talk about.  she didn’t ask the question but in a round about way she said, “well, if you are single now, just concentrate on work and think about buying a house.”  it sucked.  because i feel like even though we aren’t together at the moment, i feel like somehow, someway, you/we will be together.  the important decisions about a house or the future, that’s something i plan on making a decision with you.  i would love to make the house that you are in now our own since you did put a lot of yourself into the house to bring out it’s character.  every piece was selected with a purpose.  a part of me also felt that maybe that house supposed to have been meant for you and me.  you originally purchased it with the thought of having a place to call your own when you separated from him.  just that shyt happened, you weren’t ready, and things just played out the way it did.  i told you, there will never be a good time to end things.  there will always be another reason/excuse.  i just didn’t want that to be what prevents you from doing what you want to do.  be it you end things now, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, 10 years from now...it will never be the “right” time.  you just have to believe and trust in yourself that it’s the right/best decision for you...not for anyone else.  i mean, i would like to think i would play a small factor in the sense you want to be with me, but i know that i’ll only be able to have you when you are ready.  

i’m not saying it the way he says, “you do you”, in a dismissive way in how you are going about things.  i’m saying to trust and believe in yourself.  you’ve gotten this far in your life by having the drive and motivation to achieve what you wanted to achieve, be it with someone by your side or on your own.  at this moment with all this crappiness going on, just do what you feel in your heart will make you happy.  i’d like to think that decision would involve you getting to me as fast as you can but when i let you into my life, i didn’t think i’d be here, alone, communicating with you like this.  i guess i need to trust and believe that you trust and believe to be what’s right/best for you...is me... 

[rinusagitora]

The love, lead, and the undead.

Fandom: Monster Prom

Characters: Damien LaVey, Brian Yu, Zoe, Vera Oberlin, Amira RashidLiam de Lioncourt, Stan LaVey, Dahlia Aquino, Vicky Schmidt, OC: Jamison, OC: Berenice

Pairings: Brian/Damien/Vicky, Oz/Zoe, Amira/Vera

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Canon divergent. Chapter 7/?. WARNINGS— funerals; It is the day of Vicky’s funeral.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I caught a whopper of a stomach bug and then I had to work over the holiday. I will be on hiatus until the 16th or 17th of December to work on a couple of holiday projects.

Stan guided Brian and Damien into the overworld. Brian drove them to the mortuary and none of them so much as uttered a word. Damien was preoccupied with what Brian told him before they left: by the conversation between Lucien and Mugandr, about Vicky’s soul. She had done more than enough to warrant damnation.

Damien had met Mugandr before. He was quite a terrible creature. Although seeming loyal to them, it was fearsome to know Mugandr was able to single-handedly create the carnage Damien only enviously dreamt of.

More importantly, Damien was preoccupied with why his parents chose to keep something so… important a secret. It had to be a lie or a dream, but why would Brian have lied? And he was wide awake, it couldn’t have been a dream! The more Damien contemplated it, he became increasingly horrified. He didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want Vicky, sweet Vicky,

He should have checked the big book before they left. He wanted to see Vicky’s fate for himself.

They parked behind the mortuary. Inside, they were met by a creature with a bulbous jaw and cloudy, albeit kind eyes. “Your Majesty, Prince Damien, Mister Yu, welcome. My name is Jamison. I’m the director here.”

“Jamison, it’s a pleasure finally meeting you. Lucien has told me so many things about you.”

“Your Majesty, your husband saved me and my family many years ago, long before you left your family. I owe him my life. Preparing your daughter-in-law’s funeral is the very least I can do for your family.”

“We’re not… we’re not married,” Damien remarked.

“I trust these are your sons,” Jamison said. He took Brian’s and Damien’s hands into his own. “Mister Yu, Prince Damien, I’m so sorry for your loss. She was a loving woman. I saw it in her eyes. I see it in your eyes. Wherever she is, I hope she finds peace. I hope you find peace as well, dear boys.”

Damien smiled joylessly. Jamison must have been an empath. “Thank you.” He hadn’t the energy to bully the creature.

“The body is prepared. We have taken her into the viewing room if you like to visit her,” Jamison said. He led them into the viewing room. After rows of pews like a chapel, there was Vicky’s grey casket. Even from the other side of the room, he saw strands of Vicky’s hair from the top of the casket. Damien’s knees locked up.

Brian took a step forward and stopped when he realized Damien couldn’t move. “Please,” Brian whispered, “I need you.”

Damien reluctantly nodded. He followed Brian to the casket where Vicky was laid in a nest of her beautiful hair and a satin dress. It wasn’t the same, though. Her eyes were sunken. Her lips were pale.

Brian kissed her forehead. He stroked her hand with his thumb.

“Damien, Brian,” Stan said, “do you have anything to say to Vicky?”

He wanted to shake his father. He wanted to scream at Stan until he was told the truth about Vicky. Instead, he only shook his head.

They sat. He couldn’t bear to look at her casket any longer. As Damien stared at his shoes, people trickled inside, and his father thanked them for their kind words Damien was deafened to. He didn’t want kind words. He wanted their situation to make sense. He wanted Vicky back. He wanted to hope that his fathers hadn’t hidden Vicky’s fate from him.

Liam sat behind Damien and clasped his shoulder. “You look like you spent the last couple of nights sleeping on stone.”

“I’m tired,” Damien replied quietly. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since she was killed.”

“I’m still processing all this myself. But Vicky loved us. She loved you guys.”

The constant reminder made Damien ache as if he failed Vicky. As if he should have shoved her out of the way. As if he could have talked her out of robbing a lab.

“Is Vera coming?”

“Yes. She’s coming with Amira and Valerie. Blobert texted me earlier, he should be here soon.”

“What about Oz and Zoe?” Brian asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from either of them today.”

Oz and Zoe wouldn’t have bailed out on Vicky’s funeral. They wouldn’t have dropped off the planet, either, not when Brian, who was one of their best friends, just suffered such an enormous loss. The whole thing felt like a conspiracy. It only confirmed what Brian said. It gave Damien the chills. Why else would they, as well as his father Lucien, not be there?

Later, the Oberlin girls approached the body. Vera rarely faltered, but she faltered that moment, and Valerie had to take her to their seats. When Blobert came, he sobbed against Vicky’s shirt. Damien only felt hollow when he was hugged. Blobert felt cold like Vicky.

Jamison mounted the podium. “Good morning, loved ones of Missus Vicky.” They weren’t fucking married. It cut Damien to the bone. He loved her like they were husband and wife, yet they were so many only-s Damien hadn’t realized before then. They were only dating, only together for a week, only children. It cut Damien deeply enough he began to cry there. “I am gladdened to see so many of you partook in Vicky’s rich and wonderful life. I will waste no time giving the stage to Missus Vicky’s loved ones. After eulogies from His Majesty Stan LaVey, Vera Oberlin, and Liam de Lioncourt, we will continue into the parlor.”

Stan strode to the podium. "Hello, all. Thank you for coming."

"I didn't know Vicky for long, but what I did know was that she was incredibly loving and she spent every minute possible with the people she loved. My son Damien has regaled myself and my husband with many tales of his friendship with Vicky, and ever since he got together with her and Brian, he's been the happiest he's ever been."

“I will miss Vicky’s softness. My son told me how she enjoyed the rush of violence, but he told me about how much she cared for her friends. She stayed with him when he felt down, he forgave him for his wrongdoings. She stood up to terrible, bigoted people to defend her friends. Given the opportunity, I know she would have made a fantastic warrior and ally. I know she was for all her loved ones, and I know she will be forever missed.”

It was moving, and somehow, it felt like a lie too. Nonetheless, after Stan sat, Vera replaced him. Her cheeks were wet.

“I’m not one for speeches. I’ve spent two days since Vicky was pronounced dead to come up with something to no avail. But I have to do this because Vicky was like a sister to me. Neither of us had families. Her’s had their flaws, and until my father took me in, I didn’t have anyone. You scrounge for anything when there’s a hole like that. In a lot of ways, Vicky filled that hole with my sister and father.”

“Vicky became my best friend. She was fun. Unpredictable, passionate, it made for a lot of insane stories. We became close and then became business partners. Before I knew it, most of my world was the two of us. It was me, Papa, Valerie, and Vicky, all of us together.”

“I haven’t been able to stop crying since she died. I cried this morning, I cried all the way here. I can hardly keep it together now. I can’t help but feel like I didn’t tell her how much I loved her as much as I should have. What I would have done to keep her safe and happy. I’m sad without her, but I try to think about how I would want her to feel if I had died instead…. I’d want her to grieve in her way, with loved ones, and I’d want her to be happy.”

Vera escaped off the podium, tearful before she sat so hard the wooden bench groaned.

Damien felt kind of numb. After his father’s speech, everything seemed like a lie. Vera was Vicky’s best friend, but Damien still wanted to turn around and tear Vera’s head off so she wouldn’t act like she hadn’t treated Vicky like a tool.

Damien was a pretty terrible friend.

Liam had taken the stand. He said some things or another, and he played a video where Vicky was perched on top of a ramp wearing knee pads and a helmet, she howled as they rode down the curve, and then stood and played with her hair as the ocean lapped at her ankles and the sun tinted her cheeks.

Vicky fell on the ramp. The sun sank behind the ocean.

Vicky fell onto the sidewalk. Her casket sank below the earth. Damien wanted to sink with her.

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Brian ached the entire procession. His eyes, his chest, his knees. Like he crawled mile after mile to weep before her casket. But nothing came from his body, no tears, no whimpers. He couldn't even bleed those days because his blood was a net of coagulation like mucus between his fingers.

But Damien howled like a hound with his head buried in Brian's shoulder. He clutched Brian's blazer so hard his knuckles were pink.

All Brian wanted was a drink. Something hot to scald his throat and deafen him to the ungodly creak of his bones and the drone of plangent eulogies.

When he looked over his shoulder (the way his neck creaked made him sick) he laid eyes on Zoe with a veil over her face by the door.

Brian's head spun. Where was Oz? Did she turn down Lucien's request for help? Was she there to mourn with the rest of them? He couldn't contain his racing mind. He slipped away and followed Zoe into the lobby.

Damien caught his hand. His cheeks were puffy from crying. "I can't do this without you," he croaked.

"I think Zoe has something to tell us," Brian said.

Damien was frozen for a moment before he quietly nodded. They followed Zoe into a family bathroom. Brian locked the door behind them and looked between Amira, Vera, and Zoe.

"Most of you should be able to guess why you're here," Zoe said. "Vicky is alive and we know where she is."

Damien's legs gave out and he sobbed on the floor. Even though Brian knew she was alive, to have heard it with confidence from someone else confounded Brian. He waded in suspense, horror, relief, yearning. It ripped through him and put his hair on end.

"How the hell is she alive?" Vera quivered.

Amira interrupted, "More importantly, where is she? We need to get her back here!"

"It's not that simple," Zoe said. "Vicky is dead. She doesn't have a feasible body to return to, and that's just the beginning. The Aquino has her spirit."

Damien's fist crashed into the floor. It cracked the linoleum as he snarled. "They what?"

"Dahlia must've overheard about the lab robbery. So after Vicky killed someone, Dahlia leaked her identity and schedule so she could be taken out. The Aquino then took advantage of the situation and stole her soul to make her into a weapon against the LaVey. That's the gist of it, at least," Zoe explained.

"Okay, let's get her the fuck out before someone gets hurt!" Vera snapped. "Absolutely none of that matters. Vicky needs us now. We have to save her."

"It's not that simple," Damien grunted.

"Why's that?" Amira asked.

"Vicky isn't like Damien. She doesn't have a corporeal body. Without a body, she may not be able to leave Hell, and seeing as how her body is currently unsalvageable without a brain, I doubt that we can do anything."

Brian's knees couldn't take the weight of his heartache. He sunk to the floor. It was hopeless. Vicky was so close, and yet so far away.

"Take it," Vera said.

"Absolutely not," Zoe snapped.

"Shut up! I don't care what it takes. Take my soul, my life, my empire. I know you can help us. I know you can fix her body"

"Vera, what the hell are you doing? Do you understand what you're saying?" Amira gawked.

"Can it, Amira!" Vera screamed. "It's my fault Vicky died. I got greedy and careless. I'm going to be responsible for bringing her back now, too."

Brian watched with bated breath. He was a horrible friend to hope Zoe agreed. He needed Vicky there. He needed her back.

Zoe finally nodded. He sobbed with Damien, from grief and relief, and thanked them for their generosity.

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Vicky fell

and fell

and fell.

She must have fallen for days. The winds were so strong she couldn’t even open her eyes. Breathless, yet unsuffocated, she tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled into bottomless oblivion, until oblivion caught her in leathery arms.

Vicky peeled her eyes open. Blue, horned creatures looked upon her oddly. Like hyenas.

“Dahlia, Is she alive?”

“What?” Vicky croaked. Her throat was dry, it hurt to speak.

They applauded. It sounded like drums underwater.

“Where am I?” Vicky pleaded, only to be drowned out by the jubilee. She freed herself. When her foot hit the damp stone, it crackled with electricity. She covered her ears, she hobbled and wobbled, before she screamed, “where am I?”

From her elbow and eye, lightning arced into the ground and ceiling. She screamed with the thunder, with the hammering of her head.

“Where am I?” she howled. “Where am I?”

It stormed without rain or clouds. She was in so much pain, she was so confused. Why did they applaud? Who was she, even?

“Enough!”

Vicky was suffocated by a dense fog, petrified and bent in horror. A second later, she collapsed and gasped for air. She was surrounded again. She felt like an animal in a zoo, without compassion or privacy.

“Out, everyone needs to leave! Give the poor thing some space.”

Vicky gazed upon a glistening demon without eyes and spotted ears that dragged on the floor. She almost wanted to dive into their arms like a child hid under their mother’s skirt.

“Berenice, what are you doing?” the enormous woman demon said. “We need to take her to my dad.”

“Look at the poor thing, Dahlia! She’s so overwhelmed. Let’s get her somewhere she can calm down and reorient herself.” Berenice picked Vicky off the floor.

“We can’t! She can reorient after she meets with Dad.”

Vicky looked to Berenice with fear and longing. It seemed like Berenice was Vicky’s only ally amid the petting zoo she was a part of. But even Berenice was helpless against an army.

“I’ll be okay,” Vicky told Berenice. “It’s just a man I’m meeting, right?”

“It’s a king.”

Kings bled, Vicky told herself. Nonetheless, she was afraid.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (9); WInchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I’ve had this done for a couple of days but I wanted to fix some things up that caught my attention but to those fans who have been waiting long and hard for this next part, I hereby present to you the long awaited chapter 9 of Mother Dragon. So here we get some intense drama happening here so proceed with caution.

And I know I may get some comments (or not) about Warren’s character being an asshole after this chapter but ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT CHAP. I don’t wanna give to much away cause that would be spoiling it but I hope you all enjoy this chapter until I finish up chap.10. Now I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but I can tell you we are now at the halfway point of this story. I’m glad to see people still enjoying this and new people coming in to reading this book, I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Thank you all, don’t forget to reblog, like and comment.

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of Stephen’s roar I groaned tiredly but that’s when I remembered.

“Shit dragon school whoa ahh!” I soon ended up falling out of Deacy’s bed and ended up tangled in his red satin bedsheets. “Hey! Hey let go of me get me out of here!” I struggled to get out of the sheets which took me like five minutes.

As fast as I could, I began putting on my armor and once I was sure I got everything on and buckled I was about to take off flying when I heard a knock at the door.

“Shit.” I muttered quietly. “Who is it?”

“Hey (n/n) can we talk?” Oh shit, it was Dean.

“Uhh…..can we talk about it later?”

“No kid actually this needs to be said now, come on open the door. Sammy, Cas and I are all out here and we need to head somewhere where there aren’t any dragons to spy on us. Can you please open the door?”

“I can’t because I’m in the tub right now.” I then opened my wings and immediately took off flying towards the exit.  “Whoa! Okay little turbulence, okay just slow and steady. That’s it (y/n) just let instincts take over and just fly.” I flew through the maze like entrance until I finally reached the exit.

“Seems our latest addition finally decided to arrive.” Deacy teased.  I landed and brought my wings back into the suit and lifted my helmet up.

“Haha very funny.” I mocked back.

“Right. Now that everyone is present and accounted for, I’d say it’s time we all fly out to our current location for our first lesson.” Everyone then phased into their dragon forms and Stephen led the class of about 20 little dragons onward while Deacy stayed behind and allowed me to get on his back.

“Sorry I was late, Dean, Sam and Cas were trying to talk to me before I left, couldn’t risk them finding the suit.” He nodded in understandment before he took off following Stephen.

We soon arrived at a clearing out into the woods, now phasing back to human form the dragons all landed.  When Deacy phased into human form, I immediately jumped off of him and opened my wings for a safe landing and he landed beside me.

“Alright young ones. Next to flying, hunting is the key to our survival. Back when I was a dragonling, the world was much different than it is today. Less technology and less suspicious, curious humans. We were once free to hunt but now with the rising numbers the human race, we risk our existence being exposed to predators such as trappers and hunters. Who can tell me the three laws of hunting?” There was silence until a young girl around 10 years old with long sandy blonde hair spoke up.

“No dragon shall ever hunt on human grounds. Stick to the forests or deep in the sea.”

“Well done Chrissie, who can tell me the second law?”

“No dragon shall hunt human animals. Above all the cattle which is sacred to them.”

“Nicely put Adam. Third law, and the most important one of all.”

“Never make man a meal. Especially the virgin women. For taking humans only brings up more humans.” All the children soon choired out in unison.

“Excellent. Now when it comes to hunting, the first thing you need to remember is that while it is our right to hunt for survival. We must never do it for sport. It is important to know that when you hunt with our Alpha, he always calls the shots. Whatever he says goes. If he says a dragon is to start the stalk on the ground, you go on the ground. If you are the eye in the sky, you fly high so that the prey doesn’t see you but you see the prey.”

“But why must we hunt from the ground when we have our wings?” asked a young Asian dragon.

“Well Shang that’s because in order to take prey from the ground, you must first tire it out. It never suspects a dragon to chase it from the ground. A good chase helps the seeker tell the other dragons where the prey is going. If all of us hunted from the air, we lose the prey much quicker in the trees and brush.”

“Today you kids will be learning just that. We’re going to set you off into small groups and your job is to assign a chaser, a seeker and finally the ambusher. The ambusher’s role in the hunt is when the prey is finally within reach, you must strike out and take it down. All members must work together as a single unit. No one must outshine the others.” Deacon said.

“Deacon and I have assigned the roles for each of you and have already decided on who is to be what in this team hunt. In total we shall have seven teams of three since there are now 21 in this class level, so here are your teammates.” After a few minutes everyone of us was assigned a team.

I was partnered with two female dragons Astrid and Rose.  I was to be the ambusher, Rose was the ground chaser and Astrid was the eye in the sky.

“Now it’s not about who catches the biggest prey or who comes first in the hunt. The object is to work together as a single unit. You all have your assigned roles and areas of your hunting ground, now hunt!” Rose, Astrid and I ran westward then went north until they finally caught wind of something.

It was a hare.

“Hare, 10 o’ clock.” I whispered.

“10 o clock?” questioned Astrid confused.

“It’s just an expression, just look that way.” The girls turned and they soon saw the hare feasting on some grass.

“Okay I’ll take to the skies, call out patterns and turns.” Astrid whispered as she turned into her silver dragon form and took off flying with probably the quietest flaps I had ever heard coming from a dragon’s wings.  

“I’ll head on ahead. Think you can handle the chase Rose?” I asked her.  But she looked a little scared, her hands were wringing themselves and it looked like she had tears in her eyes.  “Hey Rose, you okay?”

“I’ve never been able to pass this test. I always fail Master Stephen and Alpha. I—I can’t do this. Why can’t we hunt grass or berries?” I looked at her empathically and said.

“You want to be friends with that hare, don’t you?” she looked up at me and nodded.

“It’s sad the way we must kill animals. They’re real nice and they never did anything to us.” I sighed and said.

“I know. Believe me it was hard the first time I ever had to kill a live animal. But take it from me Rose. As hard as it is, hunting is the difference between living and dying. If I didn’t do what I had to, I wouldn’t be alive today. And neither would your Alpha. You’d all still be living in fear had he died at a young age from hunger. I know it’s cruel but it’s what’ll help the nest. For your future little ones you may have. And it’s like Stephen said, you all do it for survival and I wish it were like that for all living creatures that hunt. Including us humans but sadly some of us have forgotten that law.”

“My mama says that humans kill for sport. That some of you have animals as trophies, or clothes. Is that true?”

“Sadly it is. For many humans they do hunt for sport. But some of us aren’t like that. Like me for example. I never killed a bunny back home if I knew it wasn’t going to be for a good reason either for myself or for your Alpha. Yeah it was tough the first several times. Believe me my first time I cried for over a week and thought about never eating meat again. But fruits and berries can last you so long. In the end I needed more protein otherwise I wouldn’t last. And I didn’t want to die.”

I cupped the side of her face and said.

“I know it’s scary but I know you can do this. All you have to do is just lead it towards me. Let me take care of the rest, okay?” She nodded and said.

“Thank you mama dragon.”

“You got this sweetie. I believe in you Rose.” I ruffled her hair gently then kept my eyes on the hare as I stalked around it, making sure to hide in the thick bush downwind of its sense of smell.

Rose slowly stalked towards the hare in her dragon form and soon the hunt began.  The hare quickly took off running through bushes and logs but Rose was right on him, from the air I could see Astrid flying out and calling out to Rose in dragon tongue calling out patterns in order to lead the hare straight towards me.

I got into position and could hear twigs snapping and heavy footsteps.  I waited, and waited and waited until the hare jumped in my line of vision and I grabbed hold of it and pinned it down by it’s back so that I could quickly tie up it’s legs.  Rose slide up to me panting and Astrid came down to see if I had caught it.

“Well done girls, you did amazing.” I placed my hand on each of their heads giving them a proud stroke as they purred and nuzzled against my hand.  Rose especially was happy as she nuzzled further up my arm and she licked my face and just stared at me with those dragon amber eyes of hers. “You’re welcome Rose, alright c’mon let’s show your alpha and teacher what we managed to catch.” We then headed back to where Deacy and Stephen were waiting for all the young ones to come back with their game.

All the young dragons got a different variety of things from birds, to rabbits and foxes and some caught bigger game like small deer.

“Well done young ones, I see some potential future hunters for our nest. Keep this up and soon you’ll be joining your Alpha and I on the real hunts.” The young dragons all cheered and it was then Deacy said.

“Alright I think that’s enough for today, back to the den. No wondering off now.” It was then we watched as all the young dragons flew off.  “Mum, that includes you.”

“Got important Alpha things to talk about?” I asked. He nodded. “Very well I’ll leave you boys to talk. Besides I better make sure Sam, Dean and Cas aren’t too suspicious. I’ll see you guys later.” I then took off running off back towards the den.

*3rd Person POV*

As soon as (y/n) was out of range, Stephen said to Deacy.

“I got an update from Warren sometime last night.”

“And?”

“It’s here. He lost track of it at around dawn so it could be anywhere now.”

“Any what of Percy? Was he with it?”

“As far as he knew, no. Let’s up it’s just that monstrosity and nothing else.”

“We can’t take any risk. Even if it’s just one of them, I want it killed before it can report back to him. No one is to leave the den until this thing is caught and destroyed.”

“What of your mum? And the brothers?” Deacy hated to even think of doing this but he had to protect his mother.

“Even them. If they try to leave, stop them at all cost. I refuse to lose another mother.”

“Understood Alpha.” Stephen then took off flying in dragon form and Deacy turned to look up at the sky before spreading out his wings and flying high into the sky.

*My POV*

As I finally reached the den, I suddenly heard a voice I hoped that I wouldn’t hear say.

“What the hell is this!?” I was shocked to see Dean, Sam and Cas all standing outside all with their arms crossed over their chests and looking at me with disapproving looks.

“Hey guys well look who finally came out of the den. Seriously never did I think you guys would come out here for some air.”

“Don’t play dumb (l/n), what the hell’s all this? What are you wearing cause last I checked we’re miles from Comic Con.” Dean snarled.

“What oh this old thing? Latest fashion statement here in Britain didn’t you know?”

“You’re lying to us (y/n), now give us the truth.” Sam demanded.

“What do you guys care, so I made a suit so what? It never harmed anyone?” It was then Dean came up to me and forcefully pulled on my wing string which caused my wings to spring out. “Dean what the hell? I thought you were taught to never forcefully put your hands on someone!?”

“Not when someone is pretending to be something they’re not. So all this time, the sneaking out, the early morning patrols with your son? You were being one of them?”

“So what if I was?” I bluntly said as I took my wings back in. “Did it ever occur to you boys that when you found me I might’ve had a second agenda in mind?”

“So you were just using us?” asked Sam.

“I was being a mother! You guys will never understand the bond between a parent and their child!”

“We do know one thing. We know the bond between family. We took you in, we protected you, and this is how you repay us back?! Okay that’s it we’re out of here.” Dean forcefully grabbed my arm and dragged me towards Sam and Cas. “Cas get us home.”

“Dean stop it let me go! Let go of me!”

“No one is going anywhere!” Soon slamming down on the ground with green wings spread out was Deacon.  “You four are to stay here.”

“And look whose come? The beast who gave (y/n) Stockholm Syndrome.” Dean fake praised. “The all mighty Alpha dragon.”

“Let go of my mother Dean.” Deacy lowly growled.

“That a threat?”

“Not a threat, a promise.” Deacon’s eyes phased into dragon slits as I could hear the low thunder growls rise up in his throat.  

Dean forcefully let me go but before I could stop him, Sam stopped me holding me back and I watched as Dean walked straight up to Deacy and he said.

“You really are a mama’s boy aren’t you? Well news flash in my book humans don’t take in monsters. She’s done with you. And if you come back for her, I will end you.” Dean punched Deacy across the face sending him down to the ground.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!” I roared at Dean as I struggled to get out of Sam’s grip.  Deacy looked up Dean and said as he got up.

“Yeah, and how you gonna do that hunter?” Deacy then sent a hard right hook across Dean’s face and at that punch I heard thunder rumble and lightning flashed across the sky.  Dean looked back towards my son with blood dripping at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away as Deacon continued.

“I know all about Dean Winchester, I know exactly where you have been. The hunter to be pulled from hell, and now the one place that’s even worse than hell. Purgatory. The hell for all monsters. I’ve seen the bloodlust in your eyes, and that only comes from those whose had to fight for their survival. Well if you want a challenge then you’ve got one.”

The two of them charged at each other trying to outweigh the other like two titans battling it out.  But then Dean had to cheat as he kicked Deacy’s leg in sending him down to the ground and I heard the cocking sound of a gun.  In his hand Dean held his gun and my son looked up to see the barrel of it staring him right in the face. He chuckled icily and mocked.

“You know that thing won’t kill me right? You’d just be wasting bullets.”

“Yeah but I’ve had an itch to shoot you since I met you. Plus we’ll see how many bullets it takes to slow a dragon down. Maybe even bleed you out?”

“You could try that. But one shot of that gun and the entire nest will know who fired that gun. They know the sounds of a hunter’s weapon. And once they see the blood on me, they will reign hellfire down upon you. And dragon fire is worse than what you experienced in hell.”

Dean took aim, slowly his finger pulled on the trigger and soon a shot was heard.

Dean Winchester had been knocked to the ground and when he quickly grabbed his gun to fire once more at Deacy since he had missed the first shot, but standing in front of his target was none other than me.

Yeah.  I had knocked Sam out and tackled Dean before he could shoot my son and now here I was standing protectively in front of my boy and a hunter.

“Mum, stay out of this.” I heard my son say.

“No! Not this time. If he’s got the balls to shoot my son, then surely he’s got the balls to shoot his mother.” I glared right at Dean and continued, “I knew you changed the second you came back from Purgatory. You’re full of bloodlust, you never ask questions, and you’re always on edge. I’ve warned you multiple times what would happen should you harm my son. So come on, you’re a hunter. A Winchester no less. If you really think I’m a monster,” I walked right up to him, took the gun and positioned it right to my forehead and sneered, “Then treat me like one.”

Silence rang through the air and I saw a slight flicker in Dean’s soulless eyes, but he still didn’t drop the gun even as I held my arms out ready for him to shoot me.

“C’mon Winchester.” I mocked.

“Dean….put the gun down.” Sam tried to reason as I saw from the corner of my eyes he and Cas slowly walking towards us. After a moment of silence and Dean still keeping his dagger-like eyes locked right on me, Cas now spoke up.

“If you pull that trigger, you will unleash something far worse than anything you’ve seen. Deacon, Stephen, Apophis, every single dragon will kill you!”

“Not if I kill them first.” Dean argued arrogantly.

“No you won’t! Dean…..I know what you’ve been through back in Purgatory, trust me I was there with you. But if you cross this line, all that’s happened to you will seem like a walk in the park. Trust me. You can’t comprehend how deep a dragon’s loyalty goes. So don’t test him!” Cas argued back.

All was tense and quiet. I could just feel the fear from Cas and Sam, the anger from my son and the rage Dean was emitting.

“Dean! You’re better than this.” Sam reasoned one last time.  For a split second I thought Dean would shoot me right then and there but then something else happened.

A loud roar echoed throughout the forest.  If I had to put it into words, it almost sounded like the raptors from Jurassic Park.

“What the hell?” I muttered.

“Get inside.” Deacy demanded.  “Now all of you inside!”

“Deacon hold on what is that?” asked Sam.

“Just get inside!” Suddenly out of nowhere a dragon suddenly appeared, but it was completely different than any dragon I had ever seen.

It looked like a crossover of a dragon, scorpion and spider.  It’s tail was what got my attention as there was a large piercing stinger at the end of it, it had two tusks on it’s mouth like a warthog and had six legs, the front legs resembled pincers and the other four were more like dragon legs and feet.

“Run!” Deacon soon phased into his dragon form and grabbed hold of me and put me on his back as well as grabbed the boys and we flew towards the den with the dragon chasing after us.

“Uhh Deacon shouldn’t you be fighting back?” Sam cried out.

“Look out!” I ducked his head in as the dragon shot out something I never thought a dragon could breath out. Acid.  Green and yellow acid.  I watched in shock as it melted the rocks like it was nothing.

“Does that answer your question Sammy?” I cried out. We soon reached the main sanctuary but as soon as the rest of the Deacy’s nest saw the dragon enter, they all flew high up to their sleeping dens away from the dragon.

As Deacy flew towards his, the dragon was right on his tail ready to fire again but he suddenly stopped as he was now thrown backwards.  Standing between the dragon and Deacy was none other than Warren.  As we all got off of Deacy’s back, I looked over just to see what all was happening.

Warren stood before this dragon and roared menacingly at him and the two circled each other.  Even though Warren had a great size advantage over this dragon I was not expecting what was to come.

The dragon leapt itself at Warren, attaching itself to his face and horrifyingly managed to bring the giant colossal dragon down to the ground off of his feet.

I could hear all the other dragons whimpering and roaring in fear as Warren was taken down by this tiny bug-like dragon compared to him.  Using his whip like tail, he at least managed to pull the dragon off of him but before he could unleash a raging fireball at this dragon, I saw some sort of spit shot right at Warren’s eyes and he roared in pain as the dragon quickly got onto his back.

Using it’s barbed like tail like a scorpion, it pierced through Warren’s neck causing him to roar before finally collapsing on the ground forcing himself to transform back to his human form.  The dragon roared and circled Warren, all the while stomping on the ground with its pincher-like front legs sounding like it was gloating.

Why couldn’t he hear it? If his sight was blinded then his ears should be able to hear him? Why wasn’t he hearing it, it was clearly wanting him to fight him back.

Okay that’s it. I placed my helmet over my face and activated my wings and took off flying all the while hearing Deacy and the guys trying to stop me.

*3rd Person POV*

As Warren lied there helplessly, his vision now blurry thanks to the dragon’s special venom and from the paralysis poison coursing through his veins, the dragon then launched another attack ready to end Warren’s life with a single bite to tear him in half while he was still in this form.

But what the dragon didn’t expect was another roar to be hear, but it was unlike any roar it heard, especially as it felt itself being kicked in the forehead and tossed aside like trash away from its kill. As it got back on it’s legs and snarled, there stood (y/n).

Her wings spread and she now activated her special ‘dragon claws’ that she herself had forged while working at a case at an old steel mill.  She stood protectively in front of Warren, even though he had threatened her no one deserves to be taken down by a cheater.

From above all the dragon seeing the Mother Dragon down below about to go face to face with this dragon all roared and cried out for her to kill it.  All but Castiel, Sam, Dean and especially Deacy who was fearful that he’d lose yet another mother, and this time in the most gruesome way possible.

Then it began.  The dragon launched itself at (y/n) but she leapt over the dragon easily but it quickly came back at her a second time but she managed to jump over it and land perfectly on the tree and thanks to her claws, she got a pretty good height as she hung there for a bit.

However the dragon didn’t just fly up to her, no that was too easy.  This dragon was just a fast a flyer as it was a walker as it now crawled up towards (y/n) roaring and snarling at her, chasing her up further and further into the tree.

Clawing and spitting acid toward her, (y/n) somehow managed to dodge it’s perfect aim running across the branch until she was forced to open her wings once more and take flight towards another tree branch.

She waited as the entire sanctuary was silent. Looking at every corner she could to try and see if she could spot the red and black dragon anywhere but there was no sign of it.  That was until suddenly it somehow got above her and was ready to take her down, but then revealing a hidden knife underneath her wrist, she managed to stab the dragon’s wing which caused it to go off balance and roll down 10 feet to the ground.  The dragons above her roaring and cheering.

It wasn’t until the dragon opened it’s wing to not only reveal that she had actually managed to stab it, but she gave it a pretty good cut in it as well, at least 3-4 inches of an opening on it’s wing. And everyone knows that if a dragon’s wing is damaged, it can’t fly.

Angered by the fact that someone had actually managed to hurt it, it let out a hiss towards (y/n).  Showing the dragon her knife, she hissed back before jumping right to the ground as the dragon circled around her lowly growling and using its second pair of claws to tab the ground as a distraction.

Then quick as a whip, it used its tail to try and stab her with it’s piercing stinger filled with venom but that was only a distraction as the dragon suddenly now stood before her and used it’s pincer like front claw to push her aside which actually knocked her into a boulder.  She let out a cry and all the dragons above went silent with worry as they saw the Mother Dragon go down.

With her vision blurry she saw the dragon crawl up to her before finally pinning her down using its tusks, its hot breath dancing across her face and it’s tongue sneaking out to have a taste of her before ending her life.

That was until it felt a shot to its side and there stood Dean Winchester.

“Hey spider dragon! Back away from my sister!” The dragon hissed and charged after Dean and he kept firing shot after shot before reaching for his machete and managed the scar the dragon across its eye making it rear back and roar in pain before hissing down at Dean.  It knocked the machete out of his hand right and into the lake using its tail and pinned the eldest Winchester down.  

Just before Dean found himself to be melted into acid, (y/n) who now regained consciousness mounted the dragon and pulled it by its horns trying to redirect its attention to her now.

The dragon now pissed off that someone was now on it, tried to buck and shake her off of it but she kept a strong hold on his horns.  That was until she tried to lead it towards the thicket of trees where the young dragons would use as a type of ‘dragon jungle gym.’  Only this was much tighter and older dragons wouldn’t be able to fit in it.

Once she was close enough, she took a leap of faith and managed to grab onto one of the branches and pull herself inside and bury herself into the jungle gym.  But the dragon was right above her as it used it’s tail, pinchers and acid spit to try and reach her, roaring and snarling along the way.

She buried herself deeper and deeper into the thicket gym as the needle and acid just barely reached her.  It was then she saw an opening wide enough for her to get out to the lake and go and find Dean’s machete.  But the dragon roared at her giving her a jump scare forcing her to yelp and go backwards into the thicket.

Arms came down from above trying to reach in and pull her out, it was then she saw a stone just lying inside, probably left there by one of the younger dragons.  She quickly grabbed it and shoved it through the hole where the dragon’s second left arm was.  It let out a roar as it tried to pull itself out then tried to lash out with its pincers as she managed to escape out of the thicket and run towards the lake.

But with its leg still trapped, it couldn’t do anything so it did the only thing it could do.  Using its own acid on itself, it fired its own leg which easily disintegrated it instantly before finally taking off running towards (y/n).  

She quickly jumped in but before she could dive down, the dragon leapt over her and tackled her sending both her and it down the dark blue water.

All was quiet as the dragons watched with horror and shock as the water rippled before going still.  Deacy, Sam and Cas watched from their perch in shock and horror while Dean raced up towards the water.

“(Y/n)? (N/n)!” But there was no answer.  He was terrified to think that (y/n) was dead and the last thing she’ll ever remember him by would be pointing a gun at her. Even though he did try to save her, he never got the chance to apologize and he doubt he ever would.

The water soon turned red and everyone feared the worse that it was human blood but with the water so dark and murky they couldn’t tell whose blood it was.

That was until (y/n) broke surface like Ariel gasping and coughing out water.

*My POV*

Somehow I managed to find Dean’s machete at the bottom of the lagoon and then just as the dragon came at me, I swam up and stabbed it right through the eye.  I made sure to twist the knife in to be sure that it would stay dead and next thing I knew, I just collapsed to the sea floor.  

As I was running out of air, I quickly swam back to the surface of the water as well as the blood and let out a huge gasp and coughed harshly while panting for air.

I then swam back towards the edge and just before I pulled myself up, I saw Dean’s hand reach out in front of me.  I took it and he helped me up then immediately embraced me.  I could tell by the look in his eyes and just the strength of his embrace that he was trying to apologize but knew he couldn’t find the right words.

So I leaned against him and hugged him back as well as patted him telling him that I forgave him.  It was then I finally heard all around me the dragons roaring in victory.  Dean and I separated and looked up to see them all out of their dens, their wings extended and some breathing out fire.

I then stood up and walked outward looking down at the machete in my hand.  The blade dripping with both water and blood and just like a true warrior, I raised it in the air and I let out my best battle cry that could compare to a dragon’s roar.

They all soon came flying down and surrounded both Dean and I thanking us for killing that dragon.  But I especially was nudged on top of Apophis’ dragon head and raised up high into the air and the dragons continued to roar.

But it was then I noticed Warren who looked at me disappointingly before sulking away out of the den.

After the fight; Deacy refused to leave my side as he now had me between his front dragon legs and proceeded to lick me, healing me of any wounds.  But after a while he just wouldn’t let up.

“Alright Deacy. Deacy. Deacy stop! Okay, okay I think you’ve got all the wounds cleaned off now.” I tried to get out of his grip but he blocked my path before slowly scooting his hand over toward me forcing me to go back towards him. “Deacon seriously I’m fine now!” He huffed and grumbled at me. “Don’t take the tone with me mister man!”

He grumbled and nuzzled his nose against my stomach and lowly grumbled.  It was then I began to slowly understand what he was trying to say.

“Hey, I’m still alive aren’t I?” He looked at me and nudged closer to me before phasing into his human state and he said.

“Yeah, I just—” but he was interrupted as Stephen now came in and he said.

“Oh sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“Yes you were.” Deacy sneered.

“Deacy don’t go off on him. What is it Stephen? Is—is Warren alright?”

“Yes he’ll be fine. Kisara and I managed to help give him his sight back and drain the venom out of his system. But that’s not why I’m here. I need to ask you (y/n).” I looked at him confused.  He came up towards us and he asked me, “Tell me how long have you been exposed to dragon saliva?”

“What are you saying?” Deacy asked.

“Please I—I just need to know.”

“Well, I mean it was after that shapeshifter attack when I was 13. Then after that it was only on severe wounds.”

“Which happened at least four times a month.” Deacy piped in.

“No it was more like twice a month.”

“Mum get real.”

“Okay well that was for 3 years till we were separated, until last week when we reunited. And of course all the other times you’ve licked me since then.” He came up to me and held out his arm saying.

“May I?” I held out my hand but he gently grasped my forearm with his left while his right hand hovered over the underside of it. His fingers softly and gingerly stroking my skin as suddenly my veins began to glow and light up which freaked me out for a brief second but I calmed down when I didn’t feel anything.

His palm turned up and soon a spirit visual of my body came up and some sort of blue light was coursing throughout my body.

“Just as I thought. But—never did I imagine I’d actually get to see it with my own eyes.” He muttered as he looked directly at me before cupping my face.

“What are you getting at Stephen?”

“Deacon, your mother—is enhanced.”  The two of us looked at each other in shock.

“Wait so—you….you mean I’m basically a dragon?” I asked bewildered.

“To a degree. There is rumor that if one is exposed to dragon saliva for a certain amount of time, then the host can gain enhanced abilities. Answer this for me (y/n), on any of your hunts either with Deacy or the brothers, have you ever done things that not even they could do?” I began to think long and hard and turns out now it all made sense.

The time we were on a Vampire hunt in Omaha, I was able to jump from roof to roof in order to catch a vamp who tried to kill a young teenage girl.

Another case was when we were hunting a pack of werewolves and we were captured and I was tied to a chair, I was basically able to literally perform a Natasha and break free and take down the werewolves before killing them.  

And of course there’s all the training days when I was able to take down both brothers as well as Castiel.  And I could just go on and on about several other situations.

“Yeah on numerous occasions.” I replied.

“It would seem you’ve been enhanced with great strength, speed and agility that only us dragons are known to have. Because that fight was unlike anything I had ever seen humans do, even the best of them have stumbled but you….you were a different story.”  I let all this information sink in and just couldn’t believe my mind.

“So…..does this mean I’m immortal as well?”

“Unfortunately no. Dragon saliva can heal as well as enhance but it cannot grant you immortality. Dragons aren’t made, they’re born. That’s the way it’s always been and always will be I’m afraid.” Stephen answered.

“Well it was worth a shot.” I said as I stroked my son’s cheek and he leaned into my hand. “Where is Warren? I—I’d like to apologize to him. I mean I did kinda steal his thunder and he looked disappointed after I won that fight.”  The two of them looked at each other and Deacy said.

“Mum, I think it’s best you leave Warren to one of us.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I should be able to defend myself and let him know I didn’t mean to offend him in anyway.”

“Trust us mum, you wouldn’t want to see him when he’s in his moods. We’ll speak for you, just please don’t go anywhere near him, okay?” Deacy’s eyes were serious as he spoke this and he needed me to swear that I wouldn’t do what he think I’d do.

“Okay, I promise.”

“Thank you.” He spoke softly as he kissed my forehead and embraced me.

*3rd Person POV*

Later that night just outside of the den, Warren was lying up against a tree trying to come to terms with what had just happened to him earlier this afternoon. Stephen who agreed with Deacy went out to find the stubborn dragon and talk some sense into him and speak for the Mother Dragon.

Even through the light of the half moon, he could see that his friend and brother was still upset, humiliated and disappointed.

“Warren?” Stephen spoke up softly.  Warren with his arms crossed over his chest didn’t look down at the half breed and continued to mope. “I know it was hard for you today. Back with the acid spitter, but surely it’s not worth all this self-pitying about. Please Warren, she saved your life even after all that you’ve threatened her with.”  Having enough of hearing about this ‘Mother Dragon’ bullshit, Warren stood up and growled.

“You. Allowing her to get involved with our war.” Stephen smelling the air knew what was coming towards him.  Warren’s eyes turned from blue to dragon slit in a split second as he finished his statement, “traitorous half breed rat!”

From the den; Kisara was actually the first to hear the sound of a fight happening.  She lifted her head from her mate’s neck and took off flying towards the entrance and she was greeted with a horrifying sight.

She saw her two brothers fighting it out. Both in their dragon forms with Warren gripping onto Stephen’s tail trying to rip it off of him.  He slammed the four winged dragon down and continued with his attack and of course Stephen tried to fight back.

She roared out and flew towards the two dragons hoping to break up the fight. She finally landed in front of them and tried to bite Warren’s neck trying to pull him off, using her wings tapping him to stand down.  But due to her size compared to Warren it did absolutely nothing. Then something horrifying happened.

Warren turned on Kisara blindly and there ended up being a long, bloody scar that ran from her chest to her lower abdomen, right where the eggs still were.  When he finally calmed down to see it was Kisara that he had attacked, he knew that he had screwed up big time.

Along with harming the Alpha’s parents, it was taboo to do harm to a dragon’s pregnant mate.  

Stephen quickly came up to her and nuzzled her head as she whimpered. Warren phased back into his human form with a look of horror and guilt on his face. Next thing he knew, he was pinned against a tree by the throat by none other than Apophis who was seething with anger.

“THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU COULD’VE KILLED HER!! OUR FIRST LITTER OF CHILDREN YOU COWARD!!!”

“Apophis!” They turned around to soon see not only Deacon but (y/n), Castiel and the Winchester brothers as well as some of the other dragons who had heard the commotion.  As much as Apophis wanted to kill Warren for attacking his pregnant mate and threatening the life of his future little ones and he had the right to do that, but his Alpha refused to let him have it.

After what felt like forever, he finally released Warren and raced up to Kisara frantic with worry.

“Kisara? Kisara love I’m here. I’m right here darling.” He stroked her muzzle and she looked up at her mate with pained eyes as she lifted her head and placed it across Apophis’ lap whimpering in pain as he continued to stroke her, placing his head against hers.

Ashamed of himself, Warren took off flying trying to get away from everyone because this time he knew there was no coming back from this.  He knew he’d be exiled for this because he broke a sacred dragon law against a pregnant female.  

And one that had shown him nothing but kindness and love, he never meant to hurt her, he never would hurt Kisara.

But he did.  And he would forever be ashamed of what he did.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Can i request a ds errink extra angst.:333

Fandom: Dreamswap by @onebizarrekai

Characters and pairing: DS Ink, DS Error, DS Dream, DS Errink

Warnings: referenced kidnapping, implied brainwashing, cursing

Word count: 1,694

Summary: Dream, having noticed that his best assassin is distracted, helps to rectify the issue.

“-and Ink, once this meeting is concluded, I would like you to stay behind for a few moments. There is something that I would like to show you.” Dream said, addressing his best assassin, looking directly at the other for a moment, before continuing to speak with the group of investors, talking about the opportunities that their G had brought to several disadvantaged timelines that Justice Reigns had recently come into contact with. Fell timelines were always tricky to deal with, but as their leader - an Undyne - had mysteriously dusted a couple of weeks before Dream had approached them, their world in even more chaos, promising peace and freedom from their underground prison, in exchange for cooperation and adherence to JR’s laws and guidelines.

“Yes boss.” Ink answered flatly, barely glancing up at the taller skeleton before staring at his phone some more. He was incredibly bored and still had no idea why that Dream insisted that he went to these things It wasn’t as if any of the people who paid assloads of G and magical items into Justice Reigns would suddenly try to stab the CEO… Or one another. Even if most of them were in it for the money and opportunities that being able to expand their own businesses into new timelines, and because it looked good to the adoring masses to be so closely associated to the multiversal justice bringers. If they had any idea of even half of really what went on, well… Ink mentally shook himself, Dream would probably be able to spin things so that the public would still eat out of the palm of his hands, anyways. Besides, everyone who knew anything about the organization was aware of their no-mercy policy towards criminals.

His phone buzzed almost silently, and Ink was glad that his phone was on silent - as strictly speaking - the only person who should have this number is Dream - along with whoever temporarily has it if he has to work with someone on a mission. It was his boyfriend - Error. The other sent him a picture of a half-created knit creation of some kind (it looked like a… Blanket? Maybe? It looked too big to be a shirt or socks) and a cheerful message of [I’m almost done with this section! I’m going to be using that yarn that you got me a couple of months ago - it really is very gorgeous. Do you know when you’ll be able to stop by again? I miss you.]

Ink was very glad that his scarf covered his mouth - as otherwise everyone else in the room would have noticed him suddenly smile as he looked at his phone - and Dream would ask why and he’d have to come up with some bullshit excuse - like he was looking up a meme to troll the other with later or something like that. Which had about a fifty-fifty chance of flying past the powerful empath’s radar. He didn’t know that his eye lights gave him away - both of them hearts, one upside down, the other right side up, one pink the other yellow.

The boring as shit meeting eventually came to an end - after a truly mind-numbing amount of blather and as-kissing on the part of the investors. How Dream had managed to convince so many people that the son shone directly out of his ass, Ink could only guess. Then again, the other’s aura was incredibly effective at getting other people to trust him. Ink himself had been completely under Dream’s spell for much longer than he would have liked to admit, before Error, Cross and Nightmare had grabbed him and smacked his head on straight…

He’d fallen head over heels for Error a couple of weeks after that, during a fight in which he and several other members of JR had been sent after them, to try and capture three of the most wanted criminals in the multiverse. Error was an impressive fighter and a complete nerd. Ink had acted on impulse and accidentally splattered his JR compatriots with paint meant to bind the person or people hit with it, and had rushed over to free them, conveniently allowing the three criminals time to escape. That had been a little over a year from now.

“Ink, if you would follow me to my office?” Dream prompted him, the other’s aura feeling… Strange to him.

Ink nodded and answered back with some reluctance “Yes boss.” He hoped that he would get another mission soon - that way he could spend a couple of hours with Error. If he was lucky, it would be a longer mission and he might even get a couple of days without it seeming to be suspicious. He felt one of Dream’s hands land on his left shoulder as soon as the investors were out of sight, and the other teleported the both of them to-

Just outside of the holding cells. Specifically the section that housed the very dangerous, highly powerful criminals who Dream was either trying to work on in order to convert them to his side… Or to keep in power-restricting cuffs until the R&D people found out how to kill them. “Uhh… Boss? This isn’t… This isn’t your office.”

“No, it’s not. Then again, you haven’t been entirely truthful with me, have you, Ink?” The winged guardian responded, staring intently at Ink, folding his arms over his chest and staring the soulless being down.

“I… Uhhh… Wh-what do you mean by that, boss?” Ink answered, hesitant. There were all sorts of things he was lying to Dream about. Which lies had he been caught out on? Was the other about to try to throw him in jail? Because if so, the other was going to have a hell of a fight on his hands, as he wasn’t about to just waltz into custody.

“You have been delaying the completion of your missions in order spend time with someone. You have been romantically entangled with this person for at least a year, and have been spending increasing amounts of time with them. If you had simply told me of your interest in this person in the first place, you would not have felt the need to sneak around behind my back. Even if they are a wanted criminal. Or, well. Were a wanted criminal. I’ve fixed that little issue.” Dream responded, raising a browbone at the other before gesturing to the guards on the other side of the door.

Between four heavily armed guards was Error. The other looked at Ink and smiled warmly at him, the half-created blanket dangling from his needles as they clicked quietly. His clothes were… Different than before. They looked almost the same, but something was definitely off about them. Error’s eye lights brightened at the sight of him and he swiftly walked over to Ink, reaching out and lightly touching one of his shoulders briefly before stopping and saying “Hello, beloved! How are you?” There was something slightly… Off about the way Error said that, and his eye lights seemed to be partially fuzzed out.

“E-Error?” Ink managed out, staring at his boyfriend, desperately trying to understand what had happened. There was no way that the other would be so calm normally. He looked up at Dream and managed to ask without stammering (don’t show weakness, Ink, keep it together!) “Uh… Boss? Wh… How?” and gestured at his boyfriend. Oh fuck what did Dream do?

“You have, against all odds, might I add, as you are soulless, fallen in love with someone. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I am the guardian of positivity after all. As for Error, he’s been under the protection of Justice Reigns for the past few months, and in that time I and others… Worked with him, in order to ensure that he would no longer be a dangerous outlaw, but rather a fitting significant other for someone as highly ranked within my organization as you are.” Dream explained, a small smirk appearing on his face “And you needn’t worry about his two accomplices and friends. I have been working on them as well. Nightmare is a great deal more stubborn, but Cross on the other hand… Cross has some interesting properties of his soul that have allowed me to… Convince him to our side. Not that he hasn’t fully capitulated yet to my satisfaction. Now, off with the both of you. There are several fantastic restaurants within easy walking distance of Justice Reigns, and I want the both of you to enjoy being able to openly spend time with one another.”

What else could he do or say? If he reacted explosively, things would very quickly go to shit - he could see dozens of guards around them. So instead all he said was “Yes boss, thank you. Come on Error, let’s go on an actual date for once.”

“That sounds wonderful, darling…” Error murmured, his voice still distressingly spacy “I am very grateful to Lord Von Licht for showing me the error of my ways… Stars only know how worried you must have been about what I was up to, when we were apart. I’m sorry for worrying you so much.”

Fuck. Fuck he’d never thought this would have happened “I… Err… Shit, Error. I’ve wanted to cause some chaos in my time too. I just didn’t…” Didn’t want him to get hurt or killed by JR. Stars above what the actual hell did they do to him? Ink hoped that away from the cell and the torture, Error would come back to himself. The two of them walked through JR, Ink hovering close. If Error wasn’t haphephobic, Ink would be holding one of the other’s hands. As it was the assassin stayed as close to his beloved as he knew wouldn’t make the other uncomfortable and tried not to openly glare at every single being the two of them came across as they left the main part of Justice Reigns. The whole damn AU belonged to Dream - and from what the other had said… It was implied that Dream didn’t want the two of them leaving this AU together.

[sebeth]

Young Justice: Denial, Cold Case, Hot Case

Episode 7: “Denial”

July 27th: Kent Nelson enters the parlor of Madame Xanadu. Madame offers to make contact with Kent’s deceased wife, Inza, if “fate be so kind”.

Kent responds: “But he so rarely is.”

Kent laughs at Xanadu’s attempt to contact his wife: “That was supposed to be my wife? Heck, my little spitfire would have kicked my can for throwing away good money on you.”

Kent criticizes Madame Xanadu for her fakery: “A shame, too.  You have the perfect aura for the work.”

An interesting choice on the writers’ parts to make Madame Xanadu a charlatan.  She would be tied with Dream Girl as the most famous pre-cog in the DC Universe.  They did allow themselves room to re-introduce her as a genuine pre-cog with the “you have the perfect aura for the work” comment.

Kent is kidnapped from the parlor.

We return to the comic book series for the 9th and 10th issue, “Cold Case” and “Hot Case”, a spotlight on the origin of Captain Atom.

August 13:

School is in session for the team as Captain Atom gives a lecture on subterfuge and infiltration. Kaldur is the only member actively taking notes.  Robin’s rolling his eyes, Superboy’s yawning and stretching, Wally’s stuffing his face, and the girls are polite in their expressions of boredom.

The team’s reactions ring true.  Conner and Wally are self-aware enough to realize subterfuge will never be one of their strengths.  Dick’s heard the same lecture a million times from the Batman. Kaldur is serious and a former military man – he knows the value of training and intel.  M’gann is most likely thinking to herself “telepathing, shape-shifting, can turn invisible Martian here – we wrote the book on subterfuge”, and Artemis is wondering why she signed up for the team if it involves more schoolwork.

Captain Atom, a man encased in shiny metal, may seem like an odd choice for a lecture on subterfuge and infiltration, until you realize his pre-hero background in military intelligence.

Atom stops his lecture: “This is boring, isn’t it?”

Megan attempts to reassure the Captain but the always blunt Conner interrupts with “Yeah, boring”.

Captain Atom proposes a field exercise: “This is a cold case. Vietnam era. Captain Nathaniel Adams, United States Air Force. Convicted in 1968 of murdering Air Force General Clement Lemar. Adams died in prison. But I’ve received a reliable tip he was framed. Your assignment: investigate. Prove Adams’ innocence or reconfirm his guilt and report back to me.”

Conner interjects: “Really? You need super-powered operatives for this?”

Atom offers to resume the lecture but the team decides on the field exercise.

The team doesn’t realize it but Captain Atom has revealed his secret identity and part of his origin story.  Nathaniel Adam was part of a secret experiment that transformed him into Captain Atom and catapulted him decades into the future.  The frame-up/died in prison was used as a way to explain Nathanial’s presumed death.

DC Comics purchased several comic book publishers during the 1970s and 1980s.  The most famous companies were Fawcett, Charlatan, and Quality. The purchases caused DC cast of characters to rapidly expand.  Notable characters from the purchases included the Captain Marvel Family, Plastic Man, Blue Beetle, the Blackhawks, the Question, and many others.

DC assigned the various companies’ characters their own earths in the multiverse: Earth-F, etc. Their villains, supporting characters, and continuing adventures each happened on their own earth.  The new to the DC Universe characters would occasionally interact with the mainstream DC earth.

DC decided the DC multiverse had become too complex by the mid-1980s.  I’m not sure why as I was between 6 to 8 years old during this time and I had no trouble following along with the various worlds. Sorry, reboots make me bitter.  We lose more than we gain in every time.  Any characters created in the reboots – Tim, Conner, Bart, Kyle – could have still been created without half-assed reboots.

Back on point, DC created the “Crisis On Infinite Earths”. Despite my dislike of reboots, “Crisis” is an excellent story and a must read for any DC fan.  Great writing, gorgeous art, and fabulous character moments.  

Post-Crisis, there was only one earth.  Captain Atom was re-launched into his own solo title.  He had notable romances with Nightshade and Plastique. Atom’s main foe was Major Force whose later actions would later name the “Women in Refrigerators” trope.  Captain Atom also served as the long-suffering leader of Justice League Europe. Atom was the inspiration for the “Doctor Manhattan” character in the Watchmen

Atom’s downfall would be known as “Armageddon”. He was intended to be the villain behind it. The plot reveal was leaked and the writers hastily changed the villain’s identity to Hawk (Hank Hall) – which made less sense than the choice of Captain Atom.

I dislike “hero goes bad” or “villain goes good” stories.  They are rarely done well.  In hero cases, the writers go to extremes – downfall of Hal Jordan, anyone? In villain cases, the bad guy has become popular, so the writers change him into a good guy and ignore the atrocities they’ve committed – I’m looking at you, Harley Quinn. Particularly the Harley in the Injustice universe.

Captain Atom never recovered from the “Armageddon” debacle.  He would make sporadic appearances but nothing too memorable until the “Captain Atom: Armageddon” mini-series that led to the decimation of the Wildstorm universe.

A disguised Megan enters the Pentagon to interview General Wade Eiling, the judge at Nathanial’s court martial. Wade sums up Adams as a “malcontent” who blamed his “victim Lemar for a Viet Cong ambush” and Adams “was caught in the act by an M.P. Sergeant Polk”. Eiling, a Colonel at the time, found Adams guilty and sentenced him to life in prison.  Adams “took his own life before a year was out”.

Robin easedrops from the ceiling.

Wally and Conner pose as journalism students in order to interview a Lieutenant Yarrow at a casino in Las Vegas.  Conner clearly doesn’t care about subterfuge – at all – as he is still wearing the Superboy shirt.  Wally is in his civilian attire.

The dealer reminds the boys “no one under twenty-one” is allowed in the casino.  Conner questions if “under 21” counts “in weeks or months”.

Wally’s excited by the “$4.95 all-you-can-eat buffet”: “My kind of town!”  Buffets are a true blessing for speedsters, their metabolisms, and their budgets.  Not so much for the owners of said buffets.

Lt. Yarrow was Adams’ defense council: “His friend too. Served together in ‘Nam. The only survivors of Hill 409.”

Yarrow continues “Nate worked Air Force Intelligence. He suspected a weapons smuggling ring and confided as much to General Lemar. Lemar claimed to have heard rumors too. Ordered Nate to take a squad to Hill 409. It was an ambush. Nate saved my life. The rest of Nate’s men weren’t so lucky. Nate became convinced Lemar was part of the smuggling ring and had sent us into the ambush. I tried to talk him out of it but Nate insisted on confronting Lemar only to black out moments later. Later, Nate would insist he had been drugged. And I believed him. Cuz there’s no way the Nathianel Adams I knew would murder a man in cold blood!”

“I took on Nate’s defense but the prosecutor Lieutenant Kevin Blankly proved Nate’s service knife was the murder weapon.  And the medical examiner, Major Shirley Mason testified there were no drugs in Nate’s system. So the judge found Nate guilty and sentenced him to life in prison. And that’s where Nate died. But get this…that judge, Colonel Wade Eiling, he married Nate’s widow and raised Nate’s two kids as his own!”

Wade Eiling would be a thorn in Nathaniel’s side throughout the Captain Atom series.  Wade didn’t transform into a full-fledged villain until the Morrison Era JLA where he merged with the Shaggy Man and ran amuck as the “General”.

Robin decides the next step is to interview Shirley Mason. Dick and Megan arrive at the Arlington home of Mason only to discover her corpse.

Dick notes: “She’s got something in her hand. I don’t want to disturb the crime scene, but we need to see what it is.”

Trained protégé of Batman speaking!

Megan levitates the corpse so Robin can view the picture in Mason’s hand. The photo is a group shot of military personnel.

Kaldur and Artemis meet with Nathaniel’s children in Honolulu.

Peggy firmly believes in her father’s innocence, as did her mother, but Randy does not: “Wade Eiling is our father. He raised us. Adams gave up any parental rights the day he betrayed our country and murdered his superior officer.”

It should be noted Randy has joined a military branch – possibly the Air Force.

Peggy was born after her father’s death so she must have learned her firm belief in her father’s innocence from her mother.

Angela Adams, Nathaniel’s wife, firmly believed in Nathaniel’s innocence but went on to marry the man that sentenced him to prison? Weird.

Artemis doesn’t empathize with Peggy’s belief in her father: “Biology hardly guarantees parental skills or even basic honesty.”

Kaldur tells Artemis of his parents: “My mother, Sha’lain’a, is a native of the Atlantean city-state of Shayeris. Her skin is nearly as golden as her hair and her gills are quite large and gorgeous. My father, Calvin Durham, is a surface-worlder like you, genetically altered by Black Manta to infiltrate Atlantis as a water-breather.”

“Your dad works for Black Manta?”

“He did. But his love for my mother caused him to switch sides.”

Kaldur doesn’t realize it but there are a few important details he hasn’t been told about his parents’ romance.

If you only watched the cartoon and never read the comic books, you missed the foreshadowing that justified Kaldur’s villainous role in season two.

Dick, Megan, Wally, and Conner are in Annapolis.

Dick has identified the people in the photo.

Megan has a question: “I know my grasp of Earth history is largely based on Earth sitcoms but why would a North Vietnamese General be in a 1968 photograph with U.S. personnel?”

Someone needs to hand Megan some history books!

The group is outside General Tang’s mansion. Conner realizes another man is in the mansion and he is carrying a sword.

Conner and Wally are ready to rush in but Dick holds the duo back: “This is a covert op. We keep to the shadows. We don’t take the offensive. Like in Captain Atom’s lecture.”

Wally is shocked that Dick was actually listening to the lecture.

An invisible Megan enters the home.

Trang converses with the man: “I know why you are here. I still have my sources. I know about Mason, and I know your work. But I am disappointed, Rako. I have protected you since you were a child. Have you no loyalty?”

Rako goes for the kill but is stopped by Megan.

Conner storms in and is shocked when Rako’s sword cuts him: “I’m…I’m bleeding?”

The group battle Rako but are unable to prevent Trang’s murder. Rako escapes in the confusion.

August 14, Metropolis: The reunited team meet in a Metropolis diner.

Superboy is still shocked over his wound but insists “It’s a scratch. I’m fine. Move on.”

Facial recognition software has identified the individuals in the photograph:

1)      Lt. Kevin Blankly, USAF

2)      Lt. Henry Yarrow, USAF

3)      Alec Rois, CIA

4)      General Clement Lemar, USAF

5)      Major Shirley Mason, USAF

6)      General Duk Trang, NVA

7)      Sgt. Ends Polk, USAF

8)      Unknown child

The group theorizes the “unknown child” is Rako and that’s he been sent to tie up the “loose ends” in the Adams case.

Kaldur divides the team in half – Dick, Conner, and Wally will head to Las Vegas to protect Yarrow while the rest remain in Metropolis to investigate Polk.

The trio arrive in Las Vegas only to witness Yarrow’s house explode. Yarrow was killed in the explosion. The boys identify Yarrow by a tattoo on his arm.

The team reunites in St. George to confront the trio behind the recent deaths: Rois, Rako, and a not dead Henry Yarrow. The team quickly captures the trio. Yarrow dies – for real this time – in the fight.

The team returns to Mount Justice to report their findings: The accusations and resulting frame-up of Admas was to cover a weapons smuggling ring. Wade Eiling was the only one involved in the trial who wasn’t a member of the smuggling ring.

Kaldur and Artemis fly to Honolulu to inform the Adams kids of their father’s innocence.

Nathan and Wade mend fences over their preconceived notions of the other’s guilt. Wade informs Nathan: “Let me reintroduce you to your kids”.

The issue ends with Rois and Rako escaping from prison and meeting up with Wade. Turns out, Wade was in charge of the entire smuggling ring. He wasn’t in the picture because he took the picture!

Wade: “Captain Atom is my new best friend. Which should serve us well in the days ahead.”

An intriguing plotline that never received any follow up.

We return to “Denial”:

August 19th: The team participates in combat training.  More to the point, Kaldur and a shirtless Conner spar.  Artemis tries to persuade M’gann to ask Kaldur out.  Good Luck, Artemis, Megan has her obsession locked in and she is not veering from the course.

Megan attempts to veer Artemis towards Wally: “You’re so full of passion, and he’s so full of..”

Artemis interjects with “It?”

I enjoy the competition between the girls over Conner and mostly for the fact that the ladies don’t let it interfere with their friendship.  

Why is Conner shirtless? Is he showing off for the ladies? Kaldur kept his shirt on!

Poor Dick, as the youngest, is left out of the hormone competition.  Don’t worry, Dick, you will grow up to become DC’s premier knockout.

Conner wins the round: “Black Canary taught me that.” Conner must be taking his training seriously as Kaldur would be one of the more experienced members in hand-to-hand combat due to his Atlantean military background.

Red Tornado enters. Wally wants a mission assignment. He mentions that Robin and Batman are in Gotham City doing the “Dynamic Duo thing”.

We’ll put “Denial” on pause as the next two issues of the Young Justice comic start at this point.

Up next: Batman, Robin, Ras’s al Ghul, Clayface and the most multi-faceted portrayal of Talia ever!

[leanrexisfin]

His dad made me uncomfortable with his statement 

I said he acts nice when other people are around 

He said what do you do 

He said woman are hell 

I said right 

He said men are normal were just animals 

Justin made ape sounds 

It grossed me out 

You guys are to emotional and that we could conquer the world in two days if we get our shit together 

I felt like he was trying to tell me fall in line 

I  felt insecure in my current setting 

I felt like he was comparing me to his wife (she’s 45) 

I felt like Justin didn’t stick up for me or tell him to stop 

I felt like Justin talks about me to him (I have been emotional ) that makes me uncomfortable

 I don’t like being compared to them because theyre old and the world is new and bright ( im 25)

I know that I am fine I feel like im just going through a difficult time right now and people are judging me for that. I wish I wasn’t having hard time but don’t have control over the current circumstance 

  Its a shame to me that I can’t have a weak moment. At least to the public in any sense male/female 

   I hate the patriarchy and how it makes women out to be this emotionally unstable raging bitch. 

 Women are not allowed to be women. Men are tyrants and just pass it off as being animalistic.

 I have a right to feel. and men do as well

 They get on high and always think they’re above the rest of the humans.

They forget when they feel 

  Justin was the most miserable person in my life who he had no money and life wasn’t going the way he wanted 

  I felt bad for him I empathize with what he may have been going through and I actually started to see things better. In this moment I began to grow 

  Goerge was miserable his job laid him off and he was in between jobs I witnessed it Fran spoke on it multiple times as well. 

 just the same I felt bad about Jorge and I couldn’t even imagine the pressure on his back to keep up the house and also the stress on Fran too have ahold up her end for her husbands sake I can’t imagine how that felt for george as well. 

 Justin is following behind his dad as he should but I am afraid that his father will contaminate his head with his nasty. Thoughts on women. I saw good in George until this conversation. Although Ive always noticed he goes on many power trips I never judged because I liked his character and maybe I still do but I completely disgree with his views on women and I don’t need someone who plans to be my husband having the same thought patterns. seeing woman as “emotional” instead of all knowing is delusional  . To think men call us such a stupid word is exactly that , delusional. Women are so Devine 

What’s the quote again ? Behind every great man is a greater woman.

So tell me how a great man is led by a emotional raging delusional bitch. 

Go figure 

And to the men that don’t respect woman as people. As humans. how about you take your dick and Continue to use womans bodies to jerk off. Because you deserve just that pathetic life you wish for. Filled with nothing 

And I feel sorry for Fran as much as I don’t like her either 

  How complicated of a life to live behind a man 

I don’t even think she likes to swing 

She just doing what he wants 

She so caught up in keeping her man and being a wife she can’t even see it anymore 

I don’t want to be like that 

Not ever 

I don’t wanna lose me in a man 

She works everyday

She cooks for him 

Cleans behind him 

Organize his life 

Probably take behind him

She has to stay happy stay horny and also be prepared to lick pussy when he feels frisky 

She’s VERY jealous and pretends to play its off and it kills her insides that (this is my assumption) she puts in all that work for a man who never kept his dick for her. Not even his eye balls 

She is constantly comparing herself to other woman she talks down on the girls she feels threatened by 

  and after feeling all that rage she plays it cool and washes the dishes the makes him a drink while trying to cook up a new way to suck him 

She’s not emotional she’s exhausted 

She’s pretending she’s not 

My mother does the same thing 

Women carry this burden and its so stupid and meaningless I wonder if it is even worth is to try to keep a man 

Do I get white man ? 

Do I settle so a rich mana nd cry in a rolls royce ?

Do I manipulate my man for years on end to stay on top ?

Do I find a stupid man who offers no mental elavation because he’s easy ?

Do I waste my years “waiting it out”?

Or do I die alone. 

[onwriting-hrarby]

theres so many good things i could say about sunshine and rainbows honestly its so hard to pick a favourite part!! but for me, i really really loved when it was the performance night at the end, and we watched it in erens pov. like legit my heart fluttered at the way the author wrote it, i could truly honestly feel how high up against the world mikasa is seen by eren, the genuine way his whole heart and soul believes her to be his only goddess. that particular scene the way it was decribed and executed was so magical to me. they’re two very different scenes, but that scene had as much impact and magic on me as that scene in “instead they said” where em makes love in the sea!! so incredible so much depth and beauty. i literally held my breath youre so good

but i think the angst as sad as it was really was what kept me hooked to sunshine and rainbow. i legit felt like i was torturing myself reading mikasas pov after she caught eren and hisu. legit tears in my eyes and my heart ached so baaad. that level of insecurity and feeling of inadequacy mikasa felt had felt so horrible even to me as a reader. theres just something so vile in the feeling of betrayal and jealousy and how it eats on your skin. (tbh i looooove reading that in em fanfics, it hurts so bad but its such good angst😩 idk why i keep torturing myself)

but yeah same here, i wouldve probably reacted like sasha, it was actually hard for me to empathise with hisu even because in earlier chapters she wasnt really that nice to mikasa. i believe sunshine and rainbows mikasa is an actually whole saint to have sympathised and requested eren to go talk and apologise to hisu, not sure if i wouldve done that myself no ones built like mikasa lol. but yeah i do commend the way the author had somewhat villainize historia (in a writing perspective) where its hard to completely empathise with this character knowing what shes like in other scenes. now that i think about it, her flawed character reminds me of RJ historia where we cant fully empathise with her because she had some inherent racism herself right? like the way she viewed RJ mikasa or compared her struggle to poc’s and minorities. its like a hate love relationship between us and its characters. i love love love it when writers really make you think about how you feel about a character

sorry im rabbling, please stop me if you dont feel comfortable!!

Oh please, not at all, I love rambling AND i love interacting, so feel free!

You're completely right about Mikasa's pov after cheating!!! I had forgotten about that chapter and I really liked the way the author relied on just one sentence that Mikasa kept repeating to ensure that angst and confusion. I've never been in a cheatin situation but I have felt the inequacy of being you multiple times, and it hit hard. I could empathize with Mikasa much more than with Eren in that fic, mostly because I am tired of the "I'm so hurt I'm not a good person" narrative. I've had some friends who went through something similar to Eren, and they kind of passed their bad behaviour through hurt. But for me, there are no excuses to hurt others. I did empatize with Historia, though! I have been in competitive groups like dancing and that kind of relationships exists, and the way it was portrayed it felt very real that H and M wouldn't have had a good relationship because Historia feels threatened. I don't feel that Mikasa was a saint, though, because the cheating was Eren's fault, not Historia!

Yes, it's a hate-love relationship with our characters snd the way we craft them, and I think that' the beauty of not creating purely good characters or people. We humans are not pure at all! We might want good things but we also hurt a lot. It's complicated to manage expectation as readers, too! But those kind of stories that made us feel all wrong are the best because we get to go deep inside a character enough to be willing to understand them, while we would have turned the other way in real life.

(Ps: thank you very much for your nice words about Rj and ITS! I can't believe someone remembers that fic. I am torn about uploading it again but I want my sis to read it before so I know whether to turn it into a novel or not!)