#my great downfall was underestimating how long this would take

[nixoon-again]

I bestow prompt on you *magic hands*

Sonic and Tails having a dance battle and seeing who is the all-time boogie champion

hi i have absolutely no idea how dance works but here *magic hands*

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When the static dissolves into colours, a clear close up of Sonic's left eye is all that is visible until the hedgehog takes a step or two backwards, a grin plastered on his face.

"Is it working?"

He questions, enthusiastically waving a hand in front of the camera. Still standing close enough to the camera that his face is the only thing it manages to capture.

"I made it, of course it's working." Another voice interrupts him from behind the camera and when the device rotates, it focuses on the little fox sitting on the couch of the living room of their small home. 

The kit then sets the camera on the stack of books lying on the coffee table so it perfectly captures the scene in front of it. The video continued recording the blue hedgehog as he pokes around the lens of the camera and sticks his tongue out to it. Behind him the TV sets paused to what appears to be a dance scene in the middle of a movie.

Saturday nights have been movie nights for a long while for the two of them now and tonight Tails wanted to see the movie Amy recommended last time she was over. The fox thought it was pretty fun, it was about a young mobian girl achieving her dreams to be a professional dancer and while she wasn't exactly great at the job at the beginning, Tails liked her development until they watched. 

Unlike someone else in the house.

"I can do better," Sonic had said.

Quite frankly, Tails was more thoughtful towards the mint candy than his reply so naturally it came out a bit stoic, "If you're talking about whatever that was you did back at Starfall Islands then, respectfully, no. You cannot."

The hedgehog turned to look at him so fast, he feared if his head was still attached to his body. The older paid no mind to it though, more focused on appearing as insulted as one possibly could.

"Excuse me??"

"Excused."

… Which brings them here.

Tails stands up, satisfied with his work with the camera and turns to his brother with a smirk, "The real question is if you're really ready to endure a hit this big to your ego."

"You're not supposed to underestimate your enemies, Tails. It'll be your eventual downfall." Hands on his hips, Sonic bends down a bit to be on eye level with the younger boy.

In retaliation, Tails tries to appear taller by standing on his toes, "We'll see who's eventual downfall it is when I send this to Amy and Knuckles and they both say I moped the floor with your quills."

"Ohoho is that snark I hear, kid?" Now standing to his full height, which in Tails' honest opinion is still not much, Sonic pokes the fox's forehead a good few times, "You talk a lot of shit for someone who's never danced before."

Tails swats his hand away, although by now, he considers biting it instead, "First, false. Amy and I kill it on every sleepover that you're not invited to. Second, mind your language. I'm eight."

"Wait, you guys are having sleepovers I'm not invited to—"

"Okay, time to shut up and go lose our dance battle before my bedtime."

"Foul. Violation. I'm so offended. Who's teaching you how to talk back to me like that?" 

The camera continues recording as Sonic is pushed away by Tails, the little fox brings his brother to the centre of the living room just far enough from the camera to be captured in full view. 

"All I hear is waa waa waa."

Now out of the camera's view, Tails starts the music his brother selected earlier and then he shoots the hedgehog a smug look, daring him to start.

So he does. He starts precisely with what has been disrespected by the younger boy; his victory dance. Sonic used to think that he raised a functional and totally cool fox kit but no, as he sways to the music, he thinks that he definitely did something wrong. What else would explain his absolute bad taste in dance? As he strikes his final pose with a grin, he wonders if he ever dropped his brother on his head when he was younger.

(Tails, on the other hand, has definitely dropped Sonic on his head during their first flights but due to hedgehog dignity reasons, we won't be talking about that.)

"You're up, li'l bro!"

The kit's namesakes flutter behind him enthusiastically as he takes their 'dance floor' for tonight. He takes a deep breath and then he starts with a few basic steps in sync with the music, soon enough his feet start to move faster and faster and he can't help but to smile while he does so. The camera captures the joyful expression of the fox as he dances to the beat. Sonic, now sitting out of the camera's view, can't help but beam at his brother's fluid moves. 

He might need to infiltrate those sleepovers.

(Not only for dance battle reasons, he needs to know why he's not invited. Smells like bullying.)

The music comes to a stop and so does Tails, ending his comeback against his brother with a graceful bow. 

The sound of clapping makes the kit stand upright again as he looks towards his brother with a toothy smile.

"You're good for a beginner, I might be impressed." The hedgehog says as he playfully punches the other's shoulder, making him chuckle.

Tails punches Sonic's shoulder right back, "So you agree I'm better than you?"

"Might. The emphasis is on the might," Sonic crosses his arms over his chest, his voice challenging, "Though, I wanna see if you can keep up with me."

"Oh, you're on."

The music starts again and the two get ready for another round of their dance battle. The hedgehog takes the lead, his moves fast and quick becoming more and more smooth and precise with the beat, and as he goes on, his confidence grows. Tails on the other hand, is having a hard time keeping up, his moves seeming a bit too robotic and stiff. But as he keeps going, he starts to loosen up and the moves flow more naturally. Eventually the two are moving in tune with each other, the camera capturing their faces as they dance. Sonic and Tails continue to dance and move together, the emotion and joy in their steps palpable when the older of the two extends a hand out towards the fox.

The music plays and Tails eyes Sonics gloved hand for a bit but then he takes it anyway, only to be pulled towards the hedgehog. The two sway together, no longer matching their steps to the music — both brothers too far gone in their little game to pay it any mind any longer.

Sonic dips Tails and the kit laughs as the hedgehog beams, eyes closed but faces brighter than any light in the room. They move together in perfect harmony and as the music reaches a crescendo, they both spin out of each other's hold and twirl in a full circle, before returning to their previous stance. 

Except, they both step forward a bit too energetically and end up with their footing wrong so that their legs get tangled up with each other, making both of them fall to the floor in a mess of uncontrollable laughter. 

Sonic's hand swats against the camera sitting on the stack of his books on his way down and the device falls onto the other side, no longer being able to capture the two with its position. Although as it continues recording, the voices of the brothers are pretty clear.

"Get off of me, you're heavy and prickly!"

"Not until you admit defeat!"

"Never!"

It's not long before either of them reach out to turn off the recording, still laughing and chuckling to themselves.

[zesstie]

ok, i just need to put out there that this is the first time i've ever written something relatively close to fanfiction, so it's shitty and a little ooc for some of the characters (especially keith ngl). anyways here a small klance oneshot but it's dialogue only!! btw no tw that ik of, but lmk if there's something i should add a tw for! it was written as a school project, so there shouldn't be anything!! enjoy my shit writing, everyone :)

L: “How- how did you find me?”

K: “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking, right?”

L: “Uhhhhh….. yes?”

K: “Oh my God you’re being serious, haha! Wow, I did not take you as the dense type.”

L: “Hey! For your information I am very perceptive when I need to be!”

K: “Yeah our lives are kind of in danger right now? I’d take that as a time where perceptiveness is needed! And you obviously didn’t take that perceptiveness into consideration when you practically announced to the world where you were going due to how loud you ran.”

L: “..Touche.”

K: “Anyways, do you have any information on our enemy?”

L: “All I know is that we’re outnumbered. By, like, a lot. We’re the only ones left.”

K: “...Oh.”

L: “Yeah, how’s that for perceptiveness!?”

K: “Point taken, but this isn’t the time to argue! The enemy could be close and be ready to snipe us, and we can’t afford to lose this war.”

L: “Alright. Do you have a plan?”

K: “Well, you know how I said they could be ready to snipe us at any moment?”

L: “I think I see where you’re going with this, K.”

K: “Thankfully, we have a sharpshooter of our own. The only way we can win at this point is to ambush them. They’ve got 5 people, right? I think I’ll be able to pull off leading them together with some distractions, and once they’re all together, you can pick them off from above.”

L: “This is going to be so fun!”

K: “Remember to stay serious, L… But let’s destroy them.”

H: “Dude, we’ve been walking around for forever and there’s still no sign of anyone. Did we take them all out? I feel like we would have known if we took them all out.”

P: “Yeah, we would have. They’re either really good at this or have no clue what to do, and I’m going with the latter.”

*TING, TING, CLATTER*

H: “What was that? P please, what was that?!”

P: “Calm down!! Finding out where they are is literally our job, H. It sounded like it came from roughly 10 o'clock, but from above due to how long it took to hit the ground. Let’s go back east and tell the others”

A: “H, P! Why are you two over here? I thought your orders from S were to stay separate from the group.”

H: “Yeah, well we know where the enemy is and it's literally on the complete other side, soooooo yeah.”

P: “One of them dropped something, and I thought I heard someone quietly curse under their breath, so they’re def disorganized. ”

C: “Awesome, S isn’t terribly far away so we should regroup and come up with a game plan.”

A: “Let’s go then! We must win!”

K: “Beep. They’re heading over to their leader now, L. You in position? Beep.”

L: “Beep. Never been more ready, K. Beep.”

K: “Beep. Alright then, good luck. I’m counting on you. Beep.”

S: “C just filled me in, great job on finding their location H and P.”

A: “P said that what they dropped sounded like it came from above, so we should ambush from behind and on the same level, instead of from underneath.”

C: “Sounds reasonable enough to me, does anyone have anything else to add?”

H: “Nope!”

P: “Nothing here, let go get th-”

*PEW PEW PEW*

S: “What?! They’re behind us? Everyone, ready you-”

*PEW PEW*

S: “....”

A: “....”

C: “....”

P: “....”

H: “....”

Comms: “TEAM RED HAS WON THIS ROUND OF LASER TAG. PLEASE EXIT THROUGH THE WEST DOOR AND DROP OFF YOUR GUNS AND GEAR AT THE PREP ROOM. WE HOPE YOU HAD FUN PLAYING THIS LAST ROUND OF LASER TAG.”

L: “Woooo Hoooooo!!! K, Did you see that?! I totally had them!”

K: “Yes! Great job, L! I knew you could do it.”

P: “Are they….. Actually getting along? I thought for sure their arguing would be their downfall.”

S: “Well, we’ve just got to not underestimate them anymore. Good game guys, you proved us wrong.”

A: “.... Yet again.”

K: “Don’t forget about the bet, guys!”

L: “YES! Free lunch, I can’t wait to meet you!”

[starsspin-a]

@starssung​ sent: [ JACKET ]: sender notices the receiver beginning to shiver and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders 

          She had barely noticed the chill. She had not meant to be out here very long, distracted as the sun had set, light reflecting off the countless number of windows, and memories took her hundreds of miles away. A chill wind was what brought her back to a city clocked in darkness, spotted with artificial lights. She had stopped wondering a while ago how Obi-Wan simply knew where and when to be beside her. Though now he wordlessly draped his cloak around her, his warmth now becoming her’s. He should know he would probably not be getting this back. Amelia reached her hand out for his, letting their fingers intertwine, though it took not a moment longer before she tucked herself neatly against him. 

        “You know, I remember begging my father to take me with him when he came to Coruscant.” Not that it was a common occurrence, she could recall each time on a single hand. People tended to go to him if his opinion was needed. “He would always take Roman with him and I so hated being left behind.” There was a beat before she added, “but I think there may have been some exaggeration on the city's splendor in his report back.”  

          Rarely did she speak of her father. She knew at times she could have an idealistic view of him. Though the crater he left behind was very much real. A great might of a man and ruler he had been. It had taken his own brother rising up against him for anyone else to find the courage to try and challenge him. They all had seemed to do so at once. Avery’s underestimation of his brother had been his downfall. The repercussions of it, she was still dealing with now.

          Amelia knew the truth of this well, knew the ways both her parents had failed her. All the same, Avery’s little girl she had always been, his dearest treasure. So that was what he always called her, especially so often her mother passed. She knew digging up memories could shatter the girlhood view of him with the realities of the world. If she was being honest, she was not ready to let them all go. She had so little left as it was.  

        She looked at him, her smile bitter sweet. “A shame you never will get the chance to meet him. He would have liked you a great deal.”

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , implied car accident

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 .

it wasn’t your fault seijoh lost to karasuno . . . so why did tooru look so mad at you ?

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saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you were right.

⠀karasuno did practice a lot.

⠀holy shit, when did they become this good?

⠀goddammit, why did you have to be right?

⠀you could see the struggle your team was going through with the first set. oikawa told them to not underestimate the underdog team, but you could tell there was a subconscious feeling of pride in their chests from beating them in the preliminaries months ago. but like tooru said, there was no point in you making any interjections; just be the cute little manager, and everything should go smooth sailing from there.

⠀the karasuno first years were noticeably better. everyone in the gym, players and regular spectators alike, could see it. namely, the setter and that peculiar middle blocker. you remembered them vaguely from the prelims; oikawa disliked them, the setter in particular. number nine - tobio kageyama, from kitagawa daiichi.

⠀you watched one of kageyama's middle school games with tooru, before you two started dating. the infamous "king of the court"; you didn't realize it was meant to be derogatory until you witnessed the setter in action. tooru seemed somewhat smug with his actions on the court, bossing everyone around and setting without much thought for the other players' preferences. the court was a kingdom, and kageyama was at the top of the monarchy - that kingdom would soon be his downfall.

⠀you've never heard of the short middle blocker until the start of the preliminaries. you originally thought he was a water boy or an assistant to the team until you saw his jersey. your next assumption was a pinch server or even a defense specialist.

⠀no, he was on the starting lineup.

⠀right in the middle block position.

⠀you were beyond surprised with the kid. their quick attack was a force to be reckoned with. you weren't there the day of the practice match, so this was your first time being exposed to karasuno's secret weapon. those crows were no longer flightless. you still sometimes marvel at the fact seijoh managed to seal the third set. the next loss against shiratorizawa felt more disheartening than usual, after having to fight so hard for it.

⠀the entirety of the last set had you on the edge of your seat. for the entire game you were doing something; whether you joined in on the audience chants, handing out water bottles and towels, or even giving some friendly words of encouragement. you attempted to talk to your boyfriend during timeouts, but he was completely uninterested, his focus only on the game.

⠀by now, the other players caught onto his neglect towards you, and did their best to support you in any way they could. yahaba mainly kept you company during the game, since he was a pinch server. during timeouts, makki and mattsun would give you pats on the shoulder during timeouts, taking every opportunity to thank you whenever you did something for them. as for iwaizumi - he gave you the most attention during timeouts. the ace hardly left your side, even while the captain explained something to the entire team. you were thankful for hajime's friendliness, but there was still a sharp pain in your chest from tooru. the wall that separated the two of you grew more with each day, and you still hadn't figured out a way to break it.

⠀"you got this, seijoh!" you raised an enthusiastic fist in the air when the whistle called for the end to another timeout. the lineup turned to face you, each of them giving you a thumbs-up and a smile in acknowledgement. you looked to your brunet boyfriend, who mustered a small smile and a nod of his head before returning to the court.

⠀aoba johsai was already at match point - victory was so close, couldn't they just push for one more?

⠀the opposing school looked like they reached a second wind at the very end, something that seijoh did not need at a moment like this. karasuno pulled stunt after stunt; the players could hardly keep up with every move. your eyes are locked on oikawa, pupils shaking with fear as kageyama scored a deuce with a notorious setter dump - you felt the apprehension as tooru's jaw grew physically taut for being bested by a first year.

⠀and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse -

⠀your mind went blank when your eyes witnessed tooru's arms miss the final receive.

⠀your brain went numb as the gym went silent, eyes on the ball that flew out of bounds, with no possible way of passing back into the game. karasuno screamed for joy but your ears blocked out the sound like a busted speaker, watching the cloud of disappointment rain over the players on your side of the court, one by one.

⠀aoba johsai... lost.

⠀and it wasn't to shiratorizawa.

⠀you could hardly process the information as you stood up to join the team in paying respects to the game, watching as seijoh thanked their audience for coming to support them. a lump caught in your throat as you watched the team walked back with little to no pep in their step, grabbing their belongings silently and walking out the gym. their eyes were glossy with disappointment.

⠀you jogged up to the brunet as he came back from searching for any other teammates lagging behind, swallowing the nervous lump as you spoke, your voice filled with concern.

⠀"tooru, you did great out there," you reassured him. by the look in his eyes, he didn't buy it. "you did amazing today, and i'm so proud of you."

⠀"please get out of my way, y/n." he shrugged you off and continued to walk towards the bus, his hands shoved in his pockets as he trudged along. he's upset, it's understandable. even so, the painful heaviness in your chest came back as you made your own way to the bus.

⠀the ride back home was a quiet one, the vehicle driving to aoba johsai quickly. the disheartening atmosphere was suffocating your lungs, your eyes fighting back your own share of tears as you watched the players step out onto the pavement, their eyes sullen and dull. kyoutani and kunimi were the first to leave, the latter wishing the rest a goodnight before turning heel and walking home. as for the former, he hardly did so much as grumble before sprinting off. the remaining ones stood there in silence for a few moments, their next plans unclear.

⠀the ramen restaurant was supposed to be a joke - the captain wasn't supposed to treat them to anything but a trip to nationals. but with defeat hung heavy in the air like a dark fog, even ramen couldn't bring them back up into their spirits.

⠀kindaichi and the rest of the second years were the next to leave, their wishes of departure nothing more than mutters as they braved a strong facade in their eyes. it was a general agreement amongst the players that the ramen date would come another day; for now, everything that happened today just needed more time to settle.

⠀"tooru, we should get going soon - " after waving a few people goodbye, you spun to where the third year previously was, only to find that he was no longer there. you turned to hajime, who pointed to the doors leading into seijoh. you looked quick enough to catch a glimpse of brown hair disappearing into the school before the door shut. you and the other third years collectively agreed to follow oikawa into the gym - god knows what he was planning to do there.

⠀you walked into the gym first, watching with a solemn expression as you watched the setter attempt to put up the net all on his own. he seemed hardly fazed at the sound of the gym doors opening, ignoring the others as he continued.

⠀iwa was the first person to step forward, and you watched as the ace moved to help oikawa in setting up the net. makki and mattsun followed suit not long after him. you didn't exactly know how to help with the net, and thus had to sit to the side as the four began to play two on two, their voices gone and the scrimmage as good as mute. you sat on the side, spectating the match with your arms around your knees. you felt no obligation to go home - not yet.

⠀about an hour had passed, and the third years had enough. two on two was much more work than six on six, and everyone besides oikawa was ready to call it quits. his eyes were focused even when the rest stepped off the court, grabbing a ball to serve again.

⠀"oikawa, that's enough." no answer.

⠀"oikawa."

⠀hajime clenched his jaw as he was blatantly ignored by his teammate, but you stood up before he could do anything else. he watched as you made your way over to your boyfriend, wanting to actually talk to him after the stressful day. step by step, you approached him as he practiced his jump serve, his brown eyes flamed with frustration and anger as he moved to pick up another one.

⠀"tooru, please." you stopped him before he could grab another ball, your voice gentle as you addressed him. the others were silent. "it's been a long day. please, let yourself rest. after an amazing match like today, you deserve time to - "

⠀"amazing? amazing?" you jumped back instinctively as he gripped the ball, turning his body to face you entirely. this glare was more intense than any other nasty look he's given you in the past. "what about that game was amazing? the fact that we lost? you think that part was fucking amazing, huh?"

⠀your stomach dropped. "no, tooru, that's not what i meant - "

⠀"you fucking tell me what part of that game was amazing then, y/n!" he slammed the volleyball he held towards the ground, his voice raising higher by the second. "i failed to take us to tokyo. i failed to lead our team to victory. i failed to secure another god forsaken match against shiratorizawa!" he stormed towards you, his eyes ablaze and uncontrollable. "and you have the audacity to tell me that it was amazing? are you stupid?"

⠀"i just want you to rest! you're always pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion! is that so wrong of me to care about your wellbeing?" you found a voice to yell back at him, but retracted it oh so slightly when you noticed his mood worsen. "listen, tooru! you have to take care of yourself, dammit! you did the best you could, and that's all that matters! seijoh's loss against karasuno doesn't take away from the fact that you're an outstanding player!"

⠀the ball that he threw to the ground somehow found its way to roll against his ankle. "if i had just mastered my serve, maybe we'd be the ones playing shiratorizawa."

⠀"what?"

⠀"you." oikawa pointed a finger at you, his jaw tight. "if it wasn't for you being such a pain in my ass all the time, i could've improved my serving. but no, you had to drag me out of the fucking gym every time i found time to practice by myself." bringing his hands down to his sides, he smiled - something maniacal. "you wanted us to lose, didn't you?"

⠀"what the fuck, oikawa?" enough was enough, and iwaizumi finally broke between the quarrel. "you're just being delusional at this point, leave y/n alone - "

⠀"no, iwaizumi. you need to shut up." tooru's eyes never left yours, and yours began to quiver in sincere fear. "you, y/n, you wanted us to lose, didn't you? you never let me practice, and in turn that would prevent us from winning. you didn't want us to go to nationals! you were pissed off that i was paying attention to something else! what, being a fucking brat that you didn't get what you want?"

⠀"tooru, i don't even know what you're talking about!" your vision blurred at his raised voice, your heart constricting with every accusation. "i know how much volleyball means to you! i would never do anything so selfish, i wanted seijoh to go to tokyo just as much as you guys!"

⠀"you are such a bad liar." pressing a single finger to your chest, his teeth seethed as he hissed his next words. "it's your fault we lost. not mine, not the others. you. it's your fault for being a pain in my. fucking. ass."

⠀"t-tooru - "

⠀"get the fuck away from me. i don't want to see your face."

⠀a shot to the heart.

⠀the resolve to hide your tears shattered, as you turned heel to grab your things and leave. leave, run, do anything. to get out of there.

⠀"y/n, wait!" you felt a hand on your wrist, your eyes fairly forming hajime's outline. "don't! i'll just drive you home, okay?"

⠀you shook your head furiously as you yanked your hand out of his grip, reaching for your bag and sprinting as fast and as far as your own two legs could take you, out of the gym, and out of the school.

⠀you paid no mind to where you were running, as your mind memorized its way back home all the way in your first year. large, wet tears decorated your face like poison, your voice blubbering sobs and incoherent apologies to the wind as you carried on.

⠀then, out of the blue, headlights appeared.

⠀where even were you?

⠀you stopped abruptly, wiping your eyes to get a sense of your current environment.

⠀there was a voice in the distance. hajime?

⠀"Y/N, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!"

⠀your head turned...

⠀crash.

a / n : so this came out much longer than i originally planned— i just wanted to get to this part as soon as possible so i could start getting into the juicy parts . now that we’ve finally established this , expect much much more drama , because this is angst , after all . 👀

btw, if you wanna be tagged whenever i update this series, just send an ask! i’d be happy to start a taglist.

[septembersghost]

You are literally the only person I have seen on all of Tumblr who has sane, non-horrifying things to say about this whole mess, thank you.

I'm so upset by how the vast majority of people (going by note counts on post) aka destiel and cockles fans are celebrating this situation between Jared and Jensen and act all thrilled and ecstatic about it. Meanwhile, the J2/Jared stand have all turned into Jensen hate blogs, which I find equally upsetting.

Whether you like Jared or not (and I'm not his biggest fan either), fact is that he and Jensen were very close for a very long time and something like this would hurt like hell. This is a very close friendship and bond between two actual human beings breaking apart here and that is bound to be very painful and certainly not something to cheer for. I know it would absolutely kill me if I were in Jared's position, I'd be crying my eyes out. He probably is too, going by the description of that one fight they had back in S2 that they've talked about, which also ended with Jared crying. I disagree with Jared carrying this out over Twitter instead of immediately calling Jensen or texting him, but even though I've always been a Dean and Jensen girl at heart, the way Jensen apparently handled this was... not great and I have a hard time understanding how it got that far.

My only theory is that Jared had no idea just how deeply upset and angry Jensen was about how everything went down with the end of SPN and Jensen has been silently stewing for months. When the S15 DVD box set was released and Jared said that "I know Jensen bristled a little about it" line about the finale, followed by Jensen unenthusiastically telling the floor "yeah, sure, I didn't hate it..." I remember thinking "Bristled a little bit? Sounds like a serious amount of downplaying Jensen's feelings. Do you truly believe that, Jared?"

Like, I don't even follow SPN that closely anymore, but even I noticed how conflicted and unhappy Jensen was in multiple interviews about the ending of the show, even months before the finale. And Jensen is always very professional under normal circumstances and tends to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, so I thought it was highly unusual that he let his true feelings shine through so obviously. Then his silence about the finale, except for one sarcastic post and his silence ever since, not taking part in the videos and promotions you'd expect him to also take part in as one of the two main characters of the show, talking about a reboot and how Dean would get bored in heaven only 5 months after the show ended during that panel (talking about a reboot so soon (and even earlier before the show even ended iirc) always struck me as rather weird)... I always felt a lot of tension and unhappiness from Jensen in all of this and Jared must have seriously underestimated how much this meant to Jensen and I think Jensen may have felt let down (or even stabbed in the back, since we're going all Et tu brute? apparently) by Jared when Jensen tried to get the ending changed, but Jared clearly didn't support him because the thought it was perfect (urgh).

I don't even know anymore where I'm going with this and sorry for ranting, I just think it's very sad to see and even worse to see how peopl are reacting to it. I hope they can work things out between them, I don't want either one of them to be in pain and I think they both are right now.

oh anon :( thank you for sending this. I empathize with you completely. it makes my heart ache to see people rejoicing in what looks like a painful situation, or rooting for the downfall of a friendship, it's so lacking in any sort of compassion that I can't even wrap my mind around it. it's like the worst form of schadenfreude, and there's nothing to warrant it. it's too mean-spirited for me. I have not been able to reconcile some of the cruel and petty behavior from varying sides of fandom with the show and characters I love and am trying to protect/hold onto for many months now (if not longer, in my previous haunts on Tumblr). acting like this is some sort of sick burn and a win is awful. mocking someone for being blindsided and hurt is awful. (and I don't mean silly meme humor posts, which are to be expected - some of what is happening is WAY beyond that and is celebration of someone being hurt and that doesn't sit well with me.) acting like this is a reason to turn into mindless hate blogs/tweets and to burn someone to the ground - and this before we even know what's really happening, not that anything makes that fandom behavior acceptable - is also awful. it's all just really upsetting.

the lack of consideration/empathy or even measured responses startles me, as if they're not real people who have been through a lot, who have openly and publicly shared a lot of things for many years, especially about their bond and friendship, so seeing anything happen to that is tough. and having a friend hurt you is one of the worst kinds of heartbreak. it's hard to recover from it, and it's especially going to be raw the MOMENT it happens, and most of us don't have that moment in front of millions of eyes. truth be told, I cried for him, for them. (granted, I am an overly sensitive weepy. but still.) completely agree with you that he's probably incredibly hurt and having an instantaneous emotional reaction, and it's very hard to control that kind of a response when you're put in a sudden position. I wish he hadn't carried it out on Twitter, but I also wish Jensen hadn't made a public announcement on Twitter without giving him a very quick heads up (I refuse to believe he couldn't text him even, like, five minutes ahead of time to let him know the press release was happening. that might still have really hurt him, but then whatever happened between them in the conversation would've been private? he was blindsided publicly and responded publicly, it's unfortunate, but I really do get it).

even though I've always been a Dean and Jensen girl at heart, the way Jensen apparently handled this was... not great and I have a hard time understanding how it got that far. this absolutely.

Jensen has confused me since March when he started enthusiastically hailing the finale and said what he said about Dean (which put a permanent crack in my mind between him and my feelings about/interpretation of Dean as a person), he's been almost too effusive in telling everyone how great it was and how much he loved it after how he struggled with it (literally calling himself the finale's #1 fan was a choice), and we do know he had difficulties with it. I don't know if that was his way of making peace with it or compartmentalizing it? he had to adjust and deal with it somehow, and he's been adamant about his pride in the show and their legacy, so his early qualms are very hard to parse now, and come across more as upset at the permanence of it and the idea of the boys being separated for that length of time. obviously we have no idea what went on behind-the-scenes or how Jensen dealt with his initial feelings, but if he was that upset and angry and has let it fester, he...needed to talk it out or let Jared know or something. maybe he thought he couldn't for professional reasons. it kills me because there was nothing he or they could do about it. I know, from the bits they've told us, that Jared accepted it more quickly, so maybe Jensen didn't feel like he could speak up, but we also know that they went into the writers' room and were told they had absolutely no say in the ending (which I'm still fuming about myself). I didn't see the clip you reference from the boxset (only because I haven't watched any of the S15 extras due to my own hurt surrounding it), but I believe your description of it. I think almost everyone, from the S15 writers to Kripke to the cast themselves, maybe even Jensen himself, downplayed Jensen's emotional response to what happened - and things like that can absolutely bubble over after a period of time if you don't deal with them.

even I noticed how conflicted and unhappy Jensen was in multiple interviews about the ending of the show, even months before the finale. And Jensen is always very professional under normal circumstances and tends to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, so I thought it was highly unusual that he let his true feelings shine through so obviously. yes. I've talked about this several times in the past, but his distress was absolutely palpable initially, and it scared me right away and hung like a fog over the entirety of S15 as I watched it, until the worst of the fears I had were crushingly realized. he said repeatedly it unsettled him, he seemed to be really grappling with it, he was told he was "too close" to it. as many times as he said he was proud of them last year, it wasn't until earlier this year that he more fully changed his tune, and said he couldn't be happier with the ending. I wondered if maybe enough had happened/time had passed to give him a sense of closure, but it's hard to say, especially given what's just taken place. he's also said some starkly contradictory things, which is something else we tend to do when grieving and trying to make sense of whatever loss has taken place (he said he was happy with the ending in one breath, and it had to be that way, and only a few minutes later was talking about a reboot and Dean being bored in heaven. the thoughts don't entirely align) - but he spoke about bringing Dean back basically from the announcement of the ending, including the video he posted the day the finale aired (which is burned into my brain) of him lacing up Dean's boots for the "last" time and his insistence that it's not goodbye forever. it seems like he's had a lot of conflicting emotions over how all of that transpired. it's baffling to me why he wouldn't just SAY that, even if there was nothing he could do about it, to his closest friend and co-star of fifteen years (I want to be like, "BOYS! JUST TALK OMG!" not to trivialize it but. boys...). Jared thinking it was great baffles me too (Jared actually always had good insights into Sam so...I don't get how he was cool with that). they poured so much of themselves into that last episode - the moments of it that are true and deeply felt are because of them - but I imagine it was harrowing psychologically and emotionally.

I always felt a lot of tension and unhappiness from Jensen in all of this and Jared must have seriously underestimated how much this meant to Jensen and I think Jensen may have felt let down this is absolutely possible, not that it excuses...personally and professionally hurting someone in return. it's a mess. don't be sorry for ranting, I hear you on all of this. I just think it's very sad to see and even worse to see how people are reacting to it. indeed. 💔

I was just telling a friend that when I was reading the TV Guide yesterday morning, this quote of Jared's really stood out to me - he said: "Sam to some degree doesn't exist without Dean. It was an honor for me to play the reluctant hero, with Jensen as a swashbuckler." my main takeaway from it is that he knew, as Jensen did, how much those characters were to one another and informed the story, and both of them have always expressed such appreciation and love for the other that it's...not only confusing seeing this, it's saddening. I know we're all made aware of parasocial relationships these days, but just from a human perspective and someone who's cared about them for a decade and a half, I hope they'll be okay, and I hope whatever's happening can be mended. the last thing I would wish on either of them, after they brought a light to my life all these years, is any pain, and it hurts to think of either of them suffering right now, after all they gave and sacrificed and invested in the show for such a significant portion of their lives, after all they shared with each other, and after what they gave to many in the audience seeking a place where we could find bravery and strength and the comfort of unbreakable bonds, even in a dark and frightening world. their friendship in the real world was an extension of that, and I'm wishing them both any healing that they may need.

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Elder Scrolls Summer Fest Prompt: Dragons (F!Nord Dragonborn x Quintus Navale)

“I want to show you something,” she admitted, setting down the oversized knapsack on the table. It nearly collapsed the rickety wooden piece of furniture under its immense weight. Quintus couldn’t help but stare, realizing she had been hauling such a burden around Skyrim this entire time. Small wonder she was so strong…

“What in Mundus do you have in there?!” he exclaimed as he set aside the paring knife and wiped his hands. “More Dwemer loot? It looks heavy enough to be a couple of struts.”

Fjori smiled. “No, quite different. Think of something even older.”

He blinked. “Older than the Dwemer? That’s impossible, that would have to be something…Merethic. Then again, the Dwemer lived in the late Merethic era as well…”

“Did they? Well, if they did, there is no mention of them in our legends until Ysgramor arrived and drove the Snow Elves underground.”

“So before Ysgramor is what you’re telling me.” The alchemist frowned, wracking his brain. “Well, I admit, I don’t know much about Merethic history unless it involves Ayleids. What WAS happening in Skyrim before Ysgramor?”

Instead of responding, Fjori opened the knapsack and slid a massive skull onto the table, one replete with razor-sharp teeth and horns. It wasn’t difficult to imagine the gaping maw snapping off a man’s entire arm in one violent chomp. To see such an exotic sight, Quintus’s mouth gaped in shock. “Ta-da!”

“Fjori, is that a…dragon skull?!”

“That’s right.” She looked well-pleased with herself.

“Where in Oblivion did you manage to get such a thing?!”

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Think about it for a second, Quintus.”

He paused, then his brow furrowed in understanding. “You killed it.”

“As is the job of the Dragonborn.”

“Divines, I know it’s what you do, but…how to explain…” He paused, tapping his foot as he thought but never taking his eyes off of the skull. “It was always something abstract, I suppose. You kill dragons. I do a quick mental sketch of you lopping the head off some giant lizard. Seeing this, though…” He reached out to touch the skull, but decided against it halfway there, as if suddenly feeling it might take a finger despite being severed from the rest of the dragon. “It’s hard to imagine any human killing something this terrible.”

Fjori scratched the back of her head. “This is actually dragon number…let’s see here…eight, I believe.”

He couldn’t help it. He looked at her with something akin to awe and reverence. “It’s stupid, I know that, but seeing this puts it all in perspective for me even though I acknowledged what you do. You really are incredible, Fjori.”

“Hey now, none of that. Don’t make me regret showing you this.” Fjori was blushing as she picked up the skull. This time, it was clear just how much it weighed, because he could see the way her well-developed muscles strained. “I just figured, seeing as I’m the Dragonborn, I ought to show you a trophy. Killing them is a part of my reality after all, and you don’t really get a chance to be involved in that. When I head out for a week or two to find new shouts, I have a tendency of dispatching a dragon here and there.”

Funny, she seemed like a cat that left its human a rat on the doorstep, though on a much grander scale. As with so many things, he found this rather heavy-handed attempt at sharing to be endearing, and he felt his heart flutter. “So what will you do with it? Come to think of it, what did you do with the other seven?”

“Well, I mostly let the others that participated in battle with me keep the bones and scales as trophies. The Whiterun guard has a skull in their barracks, for example, from that first dragon we dispatched at the watchtower. Of course, Lydia also has one, a sort of badge of honor for her service. I just thought it was about time I had a trophy of my own, one just like the Jarl of Whiterun has in his keep from Olaf One-Eye’s duel with Numinex in the old tales.”

“While it would be fitting, please tell me you are NOT planning on hanging it in the bedroom?”

The very thought made the warrior burst into laughter. “Shor’s bones, no way! It would be impossible to sleep with that thing watching you all night!”

“Ah, good.” Quintus looked visibly relieved. “It is rather unsettling to look at, to be honest.”

Fjori set the skull back down. “Even more so when it still has the beady eyes, which are thankfully no longer glaring at me. It’s always such a cold look they have, as though I’m little more than an insect to them. Cruel. Filled with disdain.”

When Quintus noticed the way she shivered, he quickly moved in to wrap his arms around her. “It certainly paid the price for underestimating you, didn’t it? In fact, perhaps that arrogance hastens their downfall in general.”

“I suppose so.” She paused in thought, basking in the warmth of his embrace and letting herself relax in his arms. “Do you know the old legend about Kyne and the Voice?”

“The Voice being the way you shout words in the dragon tongue?” She nodded in affirmation. “I’m afraid all I know is that the power exists, that the Nords used it in battle long ago, and that Talos was the last one with the ability before you.”

“Mankind didn’t always have the ability to shout as the dragons do. They were dominated by the dragons, who viewed themselves as far superior beings. Humans built temples and offered sacrifices to appease the strongest of the totem animals, but they and their chosen dragon priests were cruel overlords. Finally, the people prayed to Kyne for deliverance, and the Goddess of the Storm had pity on us. She taught us how to shout as the dragons did so that we could fight back and win our freedom. An entire war was fought, with mankind emerging the victors.” In the back of her mind, she also recalled that they hadn’t actually defeated Alduin, only pushed the problem back into her era for her to deal with, but she said nothing about it. Quintus didn’t need that worry.

“That’s…wow! Why don’t more people talk about that? It seems like a very important event, on par with the overthrow of the Ayleids or the Exodus of the Chimer.”

Fjori sighed. “Without written records, people dismiss the old legends as mere stories. My own people let the memories fade, and the evidence of this era is scattered all around Skyrim! Even the bards do not sing of history that ancient, only of stories recent enough to be handed down from eyewitnesses. Now the dragons are back, and we know nothing of how our ancestors fought them or the role they used to play in our culture.”

“A cruel trick of fate, that is.”

“And worse, the only ones that do know anything about dragons are outsiders, an organization with roots in Akavir of all places! We fought an entire war against the dragons, but have no knowledge to show for it. How could we have let it all disappear?”

Quintus did not like the melancholy overtaking her features. “You should write down what you learn as you fight the dragons and defeat Alduin, or have someone transcribe your stories as you tell them. Then, there will be records for the future generations.” Assuming she survived the ordeal and the world didn’t end, rendering that a moot point. Damn, he was supposed to be cheering her up, not bringing himself down!

She didn’t give him a chance to sink too far into those pessimistic thoughts. “You really think so? I’m not much of a scholar, as you are well aware.”

“I do. You are a great storyteller. Plus…” He smirked. “You have a perfect paperweight for your documents.” Finally, feeling slightly braver, he reached out and patted the skull on the table.

Her smile reached her eyes as she hugged him tight. “Okay, I think I can do that. We fear what we do not know, so let’s weaken their grip on us with learning.”

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Masumoto Tsubaki

Age: 32

Birthday: 9 Aug | Leo

Nickname: Tsu-Tsu (only her mother referred to her as such)

Gender: Female

Affiliated Village: Amegakure

Status: S-Rank Missing Nin

Background:

Tsubaki grew up with only her mother until she was slaughtered by a Sunagakure shinobi. This left her to be an orphan and having to fend for herself. She managed to stay alive by stealing and working for the scum of Amegakure. Eventually being used by Hanzo; due to her exceptional natural talents as a sensory shinobi. It took sometime for her to loosen Hanzo’s hold on her and she was able to meet an orange haired boy one evening. The two of them attempted to steal the same bowl of rice from a local restaurant in the rainy village.

Managing to beat him to it, Tsubaki was going to let the boy go hungry at first but once she saw the look in his eyes that she herself has seen in her own reflection, she gave in. Tsubaki shared the bowl of rice and then the boy took her back to join two other orphans -- Konan and Nagato. 

The four of them trained under the Konohagakure Sanin, Jiraiya. However, Tsubaki felt his mentoring to be more troublesome than helpful -- often going off on her own to tap into her sensory ninjutsu as well as a vibration manipulation.

The four of them formed a close bond and Tsubaki took a liking to the orange haired boy, Yahiko. Tensions rose between Konan and Tsubaki as Tsubaki felt Konan getting uncomfortably close to Yahiko. However, the orange haired, now young man solidified their relationship with a passionate kiss. The two talked about taking each other’s virginities but that never came to fruition. 

Tsubaki desperately tried her hardest to reach Nagato and Yahiko on the day that shattered her world as well as the other Ame orphans. She arrived just in time to watch Yahiko thrust himself into Nagato’s kunai in order to save Konan’s life. Tsubaki collapsed in anguish and screamed as she watched her beloved die in Nagato’s hands. She merely sat by as Nagato released his strength and cradled Yahiko in her arms.

At first, Tsubaki blamed Nagato for not doing all that he could do. Even when the Uzumaki attempted to explain it to her, she refused to listen. Filled to the brim with pain and anger, she fled her village then chose to travel the different countries. Tsubaki spent different periods of times in each village, Sunagakure being her least favorite and her favorite being Konohagakure --.

There she met a handsome Jonin named Shiranui Genma. The two met at a local bar and the man offered the blue haired kunoichi a drink. She was hesitant to accept because she was unsure of his intentions but his charming smile and his comfortable nature caused her to give in.

The two spent a lot of time together and he fulfilled many if not all the promises that he gave to Tsubaki. She did not give up much information about herself or her past (things about the Ame orphans, helping forming the Akatsuki, and her forced shinobi work by Hanzo) but that didn’t bother the Leaf Jonin. Genma promised her that he would treat her well and he did. Maybe -- this would help Tsubaki move on from the hurt that she carried since Yahiko’s death.

But her reality would shatter when the man she thought was gone forever returned to her. He revealed himself to her in the hotel room that she was staying at in Konoha. Accompanied by the other blue haired kunoichi, Konan. Before her shaking eyes stood two people from her past, the most shocking being Yahiko. Tsubaki believed that he was a ghost or this was just a bad dream but when he spoke, she knew it was real. His face was now littered with piercings, his Amegakure forehead protector was marked through with a single gash, and his eyes were now the same as Nagato’s Rinnegan.

Yahiko who now was being addressed by the name “Pain” asked Tsubaki to once again aid him and fulfill the mission to be the God of a new world. Where everyone will feel pain and will understand it, no longer wishing to inflict it on one another ever again. Tsubaki accepted his offer and hoped that she could help him do whatever it is he needed.

Personality:

Tsubaki is typically a calm and collected woman. She is usually in constant thought and assesses all scenarios carefully as all possible outcomes are shuffled through mentally. She acts as a sort of manager of the Akatsuki, making sure everyone is pursuing their actions correctly. However, she is quick to anger and gets frustrated easily. That is her one downfall, especially in the battlefield. 

She is quick to comebacks and is frequent to sarcastic replies to people that annoy her. Tsubaki is also quite the flirt when in the right mood. She was able to quickly woo over Hidan when attempting to draft him into the Akatsuki along with Konan.

She also is aware of her abilities and sometimes can talk about herself too much.

Underneath her placid emotional exterior, Tsubaki is a damaged individual. She is sensitive and that is why she is so quick to anger. However, during her time being under Hanzo’s control - she learned to control her exterior. Yahiko was able to push her buttons easily and always got a blush out of her cheeks. 

Abilities:

Tsubaki is a powerful and talented kunoichi, specifically in her sensory abilities. Hanzo was able to help Tsubaki nearly triple her abilities by teaching her how to combine her ability to sense/read chakra with her manipulation of vibrations in the universe.

Tsubaki is able to detect chakra signals of individuals, animals, or any being that gives off any chakra. She is able to determine friends and foes by the different sensations and aura they give off. With the combination of her vibration techniques, she is able to sense the slightest changes in things like heartrate to determine a person’s nature. Things like lying are easily detected if she focuses her chakra heavily to places like her feet or palms, anything in the general area of the person. The further they are away from her, the harder it is to read their vibrations.

However, her vibration manipulation is utilized in different ways on the battlefield.

Vibrations are defined as a type of mechanical/physical energy and studied in physics. Atoms vibrate when the bonds within move and in a sense, are giving off energy. So, Tsubaki is able to manipulate this.

Ninjutsu: Vibration Trap No Jutsu: using vibrations in the air or ground, she can focus her chakra to her hands or feet to manipulate the subtle movements of her opponent. She can use her Vibration Hypnosis genjutsu to trap them easily within this ninjutsu as well. This works best with a partner because it is a fairly limited attack and works best with close range. If alone, she can use this to get an upper hand on her opponent by coming in with a powerful kick or punch.

Vibration Chakra Theft: using the rushing energy that is chakra from a person. Tsubaki can focus her chakra to her hands and use the insanely subtle vibrations from the rushing energy to her benefit. She can leach off of her opponent’s chakra by manipulating this natural occurrence. This can also be utilized when performing her Vibration Trap No Jutsu.

Vibration Clap/Punch/Kick: as the name states, she can manipulate the vibrations in the general area from things like the wind brushing leaves against the grass or trees. Her own heartbeat or the sound of a voice reverberating inside of a larynx. She can absorb this physic energy and use it to create a powerful melee attack.

Vibration Melding: this uses just about all of her chakra but she can essentially break down her own matter by focusing her chakra to move her atom’s bonds. Thus melding into the moving atoms within the environment. Can travel great lengths but is not limitless.

Vibration Burst: this also uses all of her chakra but this grants Tsubaki the ability to focus all her atom’s energy as well as some of her opponents given she is physically touching them. Focusing this, she can cause the atoms to go into an overload with their vibration. In the ending result, the opponent explodes into a bloody, bloody mess.

Taijutsu: Tsubaki is average with taijutsu. She can keep up with most S-Rank shinobi however, she prefers to use her ninjutsu over taijutsu. Her Vibration Clap/Punch/Kick greatly aids with her taijutsu abilities. 

Genjutsu: Tsubaki is able to release pulsing vibrations in the air and ground with concentration. It doesn’t take long but she is able to focus these vibrations to reverberate off of the opponent’s inner ear which can cause things like hallucinations and blinding head pain. Works best with a teammate because it requires Tsubaki’s full attention. However, works excellent in the long haul because she can break down their will to get information, etc.

Likes: foggy mornings, taking walks in the early morning and late night, spending time with those she cares most for, reading, and trying new foods/drinks

Dislikes: those who underestimate her, cooking, and most strangers

Pairing: Pain/Yahiko

*below is my tattoo of tsubaki in her full color

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How it is to kiss the FO4 Companions??? Like the thing you wrote for how it is to hug them! I love that ask sm ;;;;;

There will be 2 categories on the majority of them (platonic and romanced), both because I love them all and to make up for the lack of content :^)

Cait

Platonic; Cait isn't a huge fan of kissing unless it's a bridge into much steamier situations, especially with people she isn't romantically interested in. In fact she has a bit of a distaste in them all around, rolling her eyes whenever she sees a couple kiss or make out around the wasteland and punching any snarky asshole who dares to ask for one. That form of intimacy just makes her feel queezy.

Romanced; Kisses still aren't Caits strong suit even when in a relationship with Sole, finding them awkward to initiate and even more awkward to receive since she's not used to them in a traditional sense. She does attempt to incorporate them into her relationship, as long as Sole doesn't make a big deal about it. The only time she feels as if kissing is needed, if not required, is during sex. Though she does try to use them more, mostly to get out of verbally expressing her admiration for them.

Favourite spot to kiss; collarbone

Codsworth

Platonic; His lack of a mouth is the downfall of when he wishes to reassure Sole with a peck, resorting to gently tapping one of his eyes against their cheek while making the sound of a kiss. Sole more often than not returns the gesture with a small peck on the mainframe of his body, which fills his little body with a warm sensation which he finds completely unmatched.

Curie

Platonic; Much like hugging, kissing becomes a big part in Curie showing her affections for those she meets. It takes a few moments for her to finally understand the concept that if done in the wrong way, kisses can be seen as highly inappropriate and should be left for those she knows personally or others with similar tendencies. But not many people complain about her affections because it's impossible to get mad at her for long.

Romanced; when reassured she's allowed to kiss Sole whenever and wherever after they begin their relationship, she exploits it, while maintaining a professional-ish standpoint to avoid embarrassing them too much. But who could hold back from showing their lover just how much you love them?! Definitely not Curie. Her kisses are short and sweet, just like her and often taste like sweets, which she has a mild addiction to.

Favourite spot to kiss; cheek

Danse

Platonic; He used to believe kisses to be an activity done strictly between a romantically intimate couple, and is therefore taken aback immensely when he's gifted a kiss on the cheek from Sole as a token of thanks after he assisted them with building up a small hut in sanctuary. He reminisces on it much longer than he'd care to admit, but grows fond of the expression. The only place he's only give Sole a kiss though would be the top of their head, mainly as a reassurance that they did good.

Romanced; Still few and far between. He's a professional and puts a lot of importance in his outward appearance as someone who should be respected, but still be able to be interacted with in a kind and big brotherly manner. This means kisses are reserves for secluded areas only, which he only deems to be their house in sanctuary. But when receiving a kiss from Danse, you have no reason to complain about the gap between, because the man makes sure to make each one count. His lips are surprisingly soft and warm, making Sole melt immediately while their breath is SNATCHED.

Favourite spot to kiss; forehead

Deacon

Platonic; He's never much of a kisser, much more of a hugger. Though he will acquiesce to keep in character whenever on missions for the railroad. Aside from that, he simply finds kissing to be something done mostly for romantic purposes. Though he does joke around with kissing Carrington whenever he (begrudgingly) helps him.

Romanced; As opposed to his platonic nature, the man loves giving and receiving kisses, taking every chance he can to surprise Sole with a peck or two throughout the day. While keeping his mischievous nature by aiming a lot of them on Soles neck and jaw, disappearing as quick as he appeared once he achieved in making them all hot and bothered.

Favourite spot to kiss; neck/jaw

Dogmeat

Loved (because we all love dogmeat and dogmeat loves all); German shepherds aren't the slobber-ist breed of dogs, but don't underestimate dogmeats affection or you will be in a very messy surprise. Kisses can be expected every time you hug him, as well as being his method of waking you up. He also loves receiving kisses just as much! Turning into a giant wiggly worm of excitement whenever Sole even makes the sound of kisses, which never fails to grab his attention.

Favourite spot to kiss; all over the face

Hancock

Platonic; John is a very affectionate person and has no qualms in showing it. Though hugs are his go-toos for any new comers. Once he gains a personal connection, kisses are almost always garaunteed. Most of them land on the cheek and forehead, and often leave the area he kisses warm to the touch. It's also just super convenient for him to kiss because there's no problem with a nose getting in the way.

Romanced; if dating the John Hancock, one must simply be ready for a lot of affection, regardless of the setting. And his biggest show of affection that's deemed suitable for public areas, is of course, kissing, which Sole soon finds out. His lips are textured, as is his tongue, which only works in his favour to make Sole a hot mess by the end of it. Kisses with him also have a small taste of whatever chem or drink he had just had, giving Sole mild effects each time.

Couldn't figure out how to input this in but he'd totally take a huff of jet and blow it into Soles mouth while they kissed.

If Sole was into that.

But who wouldn't be tbh.

Favourite spot to kiss; lips

MacCready

Platonic; Mac is a big kisser! Mostly on the forehead, to signify his approval or a non verbal way of saying "good job" to sole. The only time he'd refrain from it is whenever hes in the presence of a tough looking character, not wanting to come off as someone who should be taken lightly.

Romanced; Once again, he's a softie for kisses. Give him one and he will without fail return the favour. Still being a child t heart and unable to contain his pure joy, he often has spurts of complete admiration and puts a ton of small smooches all over Soles face, especially if they had to leave for a period of time. He's a bit of an amateur to the whole deep make out sessions and is pretty messy when tongues and teeth get involved, but he tries his best!

Favourite spot to kiss; between the eyebrows

Nick

Platonic; He's rather cautious of letting anything get near his face, the missing metal casing on the side of his head being a concern and the risk of accidentally cutting someone causing him to be cautious around any physical contact. To circumvent this whenever he wishes to grant Sole with his approval, he puts a gentle kiss on the top of their head, if they were comfortable with it.

Romanced; ever so the gentleman Nick Valentine is, he asks Soles permission to kiss them whenever he wishes, their answer always being in his favour. His lips are cold to the touch, sending shivers down Soles spine each time. More often than not his hand would cup the side of Soles face to anchor them in, wanting the moment to last as long as it possibility could.

Favourite spot to kiss; back of the hand

Piper

Platonic; As a big sister she loves annoying Nat with big smooches, but aside from her she never physically kisses other people. She does have a huge habit of blowing kisses, usually out of spite to disapproving townspeople and the Mayor. It's also one of her only methods of successfully flirting. But aside from that, she never turns to any shows of affection to get information, and before Sole, she had no interest in dating.

Romanced; Pipers kisses leave an impact, her lipstick marking Sole regardless of how quick she makes them out of hesitation. She gains confidence quickly with her kissing though, her firey passion showing by the way she pulls them by the collar to catch them in a kiss, this confidence only appearing if someone else shows interest in Sole.

Y'all can't change my mind that she is a jealous baby who will go above and beyond to show that Sole is hers >:^(

Favourite spot to kiss; lips

Preston

Platonic; Though raised in a household where there was no shame in giving platonic affection by the means of group hugs and the occasional peck on the cheek (mostly by his mother), Preston has a great respect for people's personal space, so unless initiated by someone else he refrains from hugging or kissing someone regardless of the situation. He refuses mouth to mouth kisses however, uncomfortable with he thought of doing an act such as that with someone he's not romantically interested in. His go-to is the cheek, the forehead for younger individuals.

Romanced; His kisses always taste like coffee, since the man practically lives off of it, making each kiss pack a small punch. He reserves heavier sessions and the more passionate kisses to the solitude of their own quarters, resorting to small kisses in various places on Soles face to 'boost morale' as he calls it.

Favourite spot to kiss; nose (He finds their little nose scrunches adorable)

X6-88

Platonic; absolutely not. While he has little to no comment on if someone were to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, one should not expect anything of he sort to be initiated by him. The only exception is when it is customary, in which he as required to place a kiss on the back of someone's hand, but he has no motivation or reason to do any other form of physical affection.

Romanced;

He grows a fondness to kisses when he begins them with Sole. Though at first unsure on the purpose, mentioning the health risks. But when Sole begins gifting him small pecks, specifically on the mouth, he feels this... fascinating warmth run through his body, quite intoxicating. He quickly begins to return them, seeing Soles reaction bringing a similar warmth.

Favourite spot to kiss; temple

[youralternantpersonality]

Wallflower

Embry x Reader: Wallflower

Anon request: Hey! so I just wanted to do a request. [Paul: He finds reader lost and cold in the forest.] and (if you can) [Embry: Reader was part of Victoria’s army and he imprints with her while they're fighting.] Thanks! I just love your stories.

Warning: Bree was unjustly killed, and I hate S. Meyer for it. The ending is kind of shitty sorry. Also, I feel like it is necessary that I post in hopes that it takes other's minds off of everything that is going on. I know it doesn't do too much, but I hope it helps and does enough.

Paul’s request can be found here

***

Y/n POV

I watch everyone in the corner of the room going batshit crazy with hunger. We are cramped up in a warehouse somewhere deep in the southeast side of the docs in Seattle. I was one of the first few victims of Victoria and Riley. I knew what they were up to, and I knew she is playing Riley like a play-toy because I had been watching Victoria closely. Every day, it's someone new, and every day that someone new may end up dying because she starves them until they all go crazy.

Except for me, and that terrifies her.

I have always been the invisible one—the wallflower of every group of friends I had. I was also a runner and observant of everything and everyone. Cautious of everything and everyone. The second I got an inkling that shit was going south, I was gone. It explains my surveillance ability; to see tactical and strategic plans and details of someone and my surroundings. For example, Victoria, she has one goal in mind but changes her pathways every time. Her issue is that she only plans out two different options without thinking of another one. And that’s where she downfalls at. Because the worst thing to do is to be a step behind an obvious move. I know she has warned Riley of me. Both are unknown to what I can do. If I’m honest, if I liked the bitch, I would help her plan on taking down the Cullen.

Plus, if I liked her, I’d also warn her that we are actively watched. I look over to the left side of the roofless room to see four figures with bright red eyes—Three guys and one girl. They’ve came by almost every night for the past 2 weeks, and Victoria and Riley haven’t noticed a thing. And as usual, I make direct eye contact with them, nod my head a hello, and turn back to the room of bastards I’m stuck with. I know how this is going to end for everyone, including me. Death. Without a second thought. And Victoria and Riley, especially Riley, included in that equation. And by the looks of those four, I already know that there’s not a chance in hell I would survive if I was to go out hunting now. They’d kill me in a heartbeat.

I looked over to see the only two people I like in this room of chaos—a small petite girl named Bree and a guy around her age named Louis. Bree was no older than 14, and Louis was 15. It’s sad to see young lives lost and gone for good, thanks to a selfish bitch and her puppy. The second Victoria and Riley brought them in, I took care of them. They’re the youngest of everyone, and I reassured Riley to not go after younger kids if he wants to live another day. He took my threat heavily and never bit another kid under 17.

“Enough!” Macho man Riley screamed. I rolled my eyes and listened anyway. “We leave in an hour. Remember, when you see them, demolish them! They will kill you before you kill them.”

“Oh please,” Sabastian said, flexing his muscles, “They wish they can take me down.”

“With that attitude, you’ll be down in five, maybe ten minutes tops.” Another kid said on the other side. I can’t say he’s wrong.

“Why don’t you say that to my face!” Sabastian called out.

“HEY!” we all look up to see the red queen has finally blessed us with her glory. “Let’s save the fighting for later. Right now, we must prepare to head out. The Cullen’s are dangerous; they will play mind games on you and have you believed in lies. They took my family, and they will take many others if we don’t.” she says, giving a weeping sad story. I roll my eyes at her drama.

“So, what does that have to do with us? Yeah, they took your family, but you took us from ours.” I say. I’m tired of this bullshit with them. The second we leave, I’m out when I know I’m in the clear. I already know that when we land, Riley and Victoria will be nowhere to be found, leaving us for death.

“Excuse me?” Victoria squints her eyes at me. I know she is about to charge at me, so I calm my body language while she tenses hers up. I have always been a threat to her. I was a step ahead of her, always. My mannerism, my inability to not be terrified of her, worries her more than Riley turning on her. And oh, how I love to see this bitch suffer.

“Why should we help you when you killed and took us away from our family. didn’t you technically do the same thing they did to us?” Everyone was quiet. In a millisecond, Victoria took her step forward while I slid to my right just as she was about to grab me. She was fast, but I was a step ahead of her. she looked at me with wide eyes as I smiled.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to underestimate the quiet ones?” I whisper just low enough for her to hear. She straightened herself up and walked towards the front. When she turned back, her eyes were wild with anger, and told us we are leaving. So, like the minions we have to be, we followed her. I wonder if there’s a tree tall enough for me to hid in to watch her get killed.

Embry’s POV

“What goddamn army?” Jake said, talking to the Cullen’s in their lair.

“We believe the Volturi is setting up an army nearby,” Carlisle said.

“I don’t see Aro making the decisions.” Pixie said. Alice? Pixie.

“It has to be Victoria,” Edward said,

“Victoria? Who’s Victoria?” Jake asked.

“A vampire that is after Bella. I killed her mate, trying to protect Bella, and now she is seeking revenge.” Edward replied. Ah, so it’s the human girl's fault. Interesting.

“We’re in,” Jake said, we all nodded, and Bella disagreed for Jacob. The absolute fuck? After planning a time to meet up with the Cullen’s for a “training” session to fight these new-borns, we head home and notify Sam. Needless to say, Sam was pissed but called up Carlisle to set up a meeting time later that morning.

A week later, we are hiding behind the trees waiting for the children of the fields to arrive. Not too long after did everything go down. There were about 25 versus our group of 12. Seth and Jake were up in the mountains with Edward and Bella.

On my call! —Sam

3—We can hear them coming closer and closer.

2—We prepare ourselves in a low crouching position

1—We see the first breakthrough

NOW!

We jump just in time to see the leaches leap over a small hill above us. Not preparing for what was to come did some of them back off slightly. They came from all over, nonstop. I don’t think they were ready for this. I look over to see Esme attempting to fight off two when I ran to help.

Y/N POV

I told Louis and Bree what they were going to do, and they did exactly what I thought. Instead of fighting, we hid behind some bushes since there were no trees nearby. We watched everything go down, and I was happy to see Leo, Thomas, and Krystina fall to their demise. Now, if only they could get Sebast-

“Fuck.” I say, putting Bree and Louis behind me backing away. The two older couple watches us, and I can see they don’t see us as a threat. They look back, and the lady stays behind.

“Who are you?” She asks. I cautiously look at her, making sure Louis and Bree stay behind me.

“I am Y/n, this is Louis and Bree. We are victims of Victoria but refuse to fight. Who are you?” I say,

“I am Esme Cullen,” She looks behind her quickly, “Stay here and do not move.” I nodded my head, and we went back down to a crouching position. We watch closely as the last few people are being killed off while some of the Cullen’s clean up. Esme and the other man who was with her come back to us, and we step forward. Bree and Louis grab my hand, and we slowly walk towards them.

“SAM NO!” I look over to see a giant black wolf charging towards us. I push Louis and Bree towards Esme and duck just as he was about to have his teeth attached to my head. I turn around to see him just look at me and notice another wolf behind him. I start weighing my options when I made eye contact with that other wolf, but I froze. I couldn’t see anyone or anything but the wolf. It was gross, honestly; why the hell would I want to care about a wolf?

“Embry imprinted.” Says one of the guys. The big black wolf looked towards the guy and back at the wolf who was about to walk forward until,

“Leah, look out!” Everyone turned to the silver and white wolf as Sebastian comes up behind her. Before he could do anything, another wolf comes and gets him off her. But before anyone else could react, Sabastian got ahold of the wolf and broke his bones. Thankfully the female wolf finally, killed Sabastian but the young wolf who saved her transformed into a human? What the fuck?

“What the fuck? They’re shapeshifters?” I ask quietly to no one. Soon after, the then naked man was fully clothed, and his friends come from the bushes dressed and grabbed him. Before altogether leaving, I man—lean yet buff. More of an angled sharp face with wide brown eyes looked back at me. It doesn’t take astrophysics to know that that was Embry carrying the injured young wolf.

“They’re coming.” A pixie girl said. Shit. I recollect the only four people who know of us. The guy who called out about Embry looked towards me when I thought of their face.

“You’re the mind reader, aren’t you?” He nods his head. “I don’t know who they are, but they’ve been watching us for weeks. I’ve made eye contact with them constantly, but I’m not stupid enough to actually go and risk my life talking to them.” He looks at me and nods again. Not long after, they come in the most dramatic way possible. They step out of the bushes with their hoods on and in unison flip them back. Dramatic much?

“I see you’ve taken down a great hit. Shocking with the size of them.” The blonde girl said.

“We were fortunate,” Carlisle said.

“You may have known their creator, Victoria.” Mindreader said.

“Edward, if the Volturi knew this was going to happen, they would’ve stopped it. Isn’t that right, Jane?”

“Yes.  I see you saved some.” Jane calls us out.

“They offered their surrender-” Esme explained.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Who are you?” Out of nowhere, a striking hit of pain erupted through us. It was horrifying. “Who created you? Why did you come here?” we screamed louder.

“Please! They’ll tell you everything you want to know.” The pain suddenly stopped.

“I know,” the conniving little bitch, “Answer me.” She says, looking at me.

“I am Y/n, she is Bree, and his name is Louis. Victoria created me, and Riley created them. Victoria only said that we were to avenge her family's death that the Cullen took part in. We had no choice but planned on leaving as soon as possible. Before running into Esme and Carlisle.” As I was speaking, I noticed Jane was looking at Louis strangely. I looked at Louis, and he had a grin on his face. Jane looked back at Bree and me.

“We’ll let you go if one of you surrenders to show proof to our master, Aro.” She says, looking at Louis. The other guys with her are confused until they see where her eyes are leading too. Louis smiles and shrugs his shoulder.

“I’ll do it,” he says while looking at her. Jane smiles and looks at us,

“Then it’s settled. You may roam free, but do anything wrong, you will be caught.” She turns towards the female girl, “I see she’s still human. I bet Caius would like to know that.”

“The date is set.”

“Good, let this be a warning to you. The Volturi doesn’t give second chances.” She looks towards Louis, “Let’s go home, Louis.” She says with a smile. He turns towards Bree and me and hugs us, then speeds off next to Jane.

“Well, that was interesting.” A big guy said. He turned towards Bree and me and said, “Welcome to the family!” then proceeds to pick us both up and hug us.

“Emmett put them down; they’re not toys.” A blonde chick said.

“But, Rosie!”

“NOW, Emmett.” She said. He, begrudgingly, put us down, and patted our head.

“Why don’t we head back to the house, and you can explain to us who you guys are.” Carlisle.

The following week

Bree and I just got back from hunting with Esme and Rosalie when Alice met us halfway home. With some clothes to change into.

“I would suggest putting these on. We have to meet up with the wolves really quick.” She says, shoving clothes in our arms and pushing us into the woods.

“Uh, Alice is there a reason as to why I am wearing waist-high jeans, a crop-top, and some heals. I’m not complaining, just asking for scientific reasons.” I say, stepping out of the trees. Bree comes out with a black and white poke-a-dot dress with a yellow bowtie around the waist with black heals.

“Yeah. Although the dress is cute. And it has pockets!” Bree announces.

“Yes, there is actually. And to receive your answers, come with me.” Alice says before taking off.

“Oh lord, what did she see this time,” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes. We get to a small clearing and wait to see the rest of the Cullen’s and the wolves. As we approach, I see the brown wolf before. I’d recognize his eyes from anywhere.

“Thank you for joining us, girls. Edward will translate for us; they would prefer to stay in their form.” Carlisle said, giving Edward the floor.

“Do you know what imprinting, or in our term, mating means?” Edward asked both Bree and me. We nodded our head, and he continued, “It has come to the realization that both Bree and Y/n have imprinted on Embry and Seth.” Just then, two wolves stepped forward. Bree, without hesitation, went up to the gray-colored wolf and smiled. He did as much as a regular oversized giant bear of a dog could smile. I looked at the brown wolf in front of me, timid and shier than Bree. He took a step towards me, too, until we were in front of each other.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, unsure if he has full control over himself or not. He nods his head and allows me to do so. All I can feel is warmth and soft fur flowing through my fingers. I smile, and they both step into the woods. When they come back, they come as their human forms. Seth easily runs up and hugs Bree and twirls her around. Embry, however, steps up to me and just looks at me. We do nothing but stare at one another until he smiles. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I think we’re good here, guys. She’s decently innocent.” He says, looking back at me and winks. I smile up at him and look around.

“Have fun,” Alice says before taking off with everyone else. I look over at Bree and Seth and see them walking together somewhere away from us. I look up at my mate and ask,

“So, tell me about yourself, Embry.” And we proceed to have a never-ending conversation.

Bonus scene: Narrator POV

A year has gone by, and Embry and I are still happy together. After dealing with the Volturi due to Bella and Edwards's ability to have a kid, and the snitch of a cousin in Denali who tried to get us all killed (snitches get stitches and end up in ditches bitch), Embry and I were finally able to relax. I won't lie, it was hard seeing Louis on that side. And I can tell it was hard for him to see in this fucked up situation, but when they turned to leave, we all got to smile at each other before disappearing into the woods with the rest of the Volturi.

Currently, Embry and I are in my room in Forks. After the war, everyone decided to pack up and leave, and Bree and I promised to visit them wherever they end up being at soon. Bree and I stayed behind because of Embry and Seth, and because with the amount of forest surrounding, it would be better for us since we are still learning to adapt to this diet.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“Yes, my love?” I turn towards Embry and watch him. He seemed worried.

“I love you, and I know you might feel as if this is too much or too soon, but,” he proceeded to take my left hand and slide a small band on it, “will you do me the honors of being my wife?” All I could do was look at the ring. If I could cry, I would. I quickly turn towards him and kiss him.

“Yes. I am fucking in love with you, Embry Call.”

“I love you too, Y/f/n Y/l/n.” Who would’ve thought that I would be lucky enough to land a fantastic guy like him with my fucked-up situation? I can honestly say this was one move I didn’t see coming.

MasterList

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Horror, Disney, and Twilight matchup, please?

Okay so I’m Lexi and my icon is me! (You can also check my "#vintage inspired" tag for a better look!)

I’m 21, 5’4, & ISFP.

Pros? I’d say I’m playful, talkative, loyal as a dog, great listener, smiley (albeit I’ve got resting bitch face), sarcastic, and most would probably describe me as either adorable yet cursed or adorably cursed. Essentially a bit of a cryptid

Neutral? I’m very sensitive, independent, mildly socially awkward,

tend to ramble a lot, and am a bit of a perfectionist

Cons? I’m shy, anxious, stubborn, non-confrontational (unless truly needed), and can be passive-aggressive

Likes/Hobbies: Playing bass, secondhand shopping, music, art, photography, horror movies

Dislikes: Being underestimated, being interrupted (I’ve had trouble in the past with coming off as quite literally invisible to peers), and...country music? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun facts about me:

* Sometimes I write music (mainly just basslines though)

* I once accidentally won an art show (Long story short: It was photography + photo manipulation. Didn’t plan on entering more like my teacher made me and wasn’t taking no for an answer

* Erm…I used to work at a daycare?

Well I hope that’s enough. Thanks in advance!

Helloooo we have another matchup for today.

So the first one I ship you with in horror again I assume creepy pasta:

Eyeless jack🍿

- he can't speak and knows what it's like to be socially awrkward. It's not bad though he often communicates to you through sign language and presents gifts (hopefully not blood) to your door.

- he often stalks you yep expect a creepy man in a mask to come by your house often. He was taken by your beauty almost acting like a high-school kid.

- at times when your with your friends he would stare at you in the distance expect alot of gifts with kidneys.

- when someone tries to flirt with you he would kill them. He is a killer and this is the only downfall I can say.

- he would even plot to break into your house trying to make you his. He would steal your clothes and pets so you can find it leading to him.

- when you see him you scream in rejection he would try to show you he means no harm. He greets you with flowers or something to your liking.

- so if you choose to date expect a body guard and gifts every night.

Ok for twilight I ship you with:

Seth 💫

- he is the cutest of the pack making sure you have a fun time always.

- often everyone else is serious and he is quite well taken by you. He stares off into space thinking about you playing the bass.

- when he does see you you try to teach him how to play. The poor kid doesn't know it that well.

You: no like this *places hands on the bass*

Seth: so like this *hands all tangled*

You: no wait- here *helps him*

Seth: hey I'm doing it ha *plays sort of*

You: yeah kinda youll get there

Seth: anyways thank you *kissed forehead*

You: no problem now from the top *smiles*

- you would have problems with the vampires since they deem you as an enemy.

- every awrkward moment can be made up with a date most of the time.

- your wedding will be at their place as you become Seth's mate.

Ok for the next ship I put you with:

For Disney I ship you with:

Aladdin💖

- he would be mostly interested in your fun personality. Expect a lot of adventures and micheavious journeys with him everything is exciting.

- he loves your personality it's what attracted him in the first place. Your flaws are also interesting to him seeing as every woman is perfect.

- you have a genie by your side to grant wishes. Imagine that you have quite the luxury Life.

- your stronger then jasmine often holding on your own and being a badass. You get your own outfit often even coming close to being a really good fighter.

- Jafar may not stand a chance but based on your beauty I wouldn't be surprised if there was some romantic tension.

- if there was he would make a proposition to have your hand in marriage as his queen. But if you reject then let's just say Aladdin comes to save you.

- your wedding would be big and often very outstanding everyone gathering around for you.

Anyways that's all I have sorry if that's short but hope you like it💖

Ta ta💫

[gamecube11]

The Nintendo Gamecube - Review

(cheery tech music)

- Hello, and welcome to Game Sack.

This time around we're investigating

at another underestimated framework

also, this time it's the Nintendo GameCube.

- That's right, Joe.

A many individuals avoided the GameCube

for the PlayStation

2 and surprisingly the Xbox,

however, the framework in fact has

a ton of incredible selective titles.

- It truly does.

- And it even has the

marvelous Game Boy connector.

(snickers)

- Yeah, that is truly marvelous.

- It is.

- Anyway, before we take a gander at the games,

we're going to investigate

at the actual framework.

(extreme music)

The Nintendo GameCube was

dispatched in North America

on November 18, 2001, only three days

after the dispatch of the first Xbox.

The control center's name was extremely expressive

since that is by and large what it was,

a shape that messed around.

It likewise had a clever conveying handle.

On the rear of the framework

were associations for power,

simple sound and video, also

as advanced sound and video.

However, the advanced port was

just at any point utilized for video,

expecting you to utilize both

jacks all the while,

which was unquestionably not cool.

The control center upheld reformist

filter and widescreen video.

Nintendo ultimately

got rid of this jack

completely on late model GameCubes.

It was the main Nintendo framework

to utilize optical plates as the fundamental technique

for game conveyance, however,

they went with little plates

with exceptionally low limit,

just about 1.4 gigabytes.

That implied that games

regularly must be separated

over different plates, or that elements

from multi-stage games needed to

be taken out from the GameCube adaptation.

The standard regulator

looks extremely bizarre from the beginning,

offering an extremely odd, however

truly agreeable catch design

furthermore, maybe the best simple

stick ever for any game framework.

The GameCube would ultimately get additional items

like a modem, broadband

connector and a Game Boy player

which let you play Game Boy

Advance games on your television.

The online capacities for the framework

were scarcely contacted

upon anyway as Nintendo

authoritatively expressed that gamers

didn't have any desire to mess around on the web.

Rather they zeroed in on what

they called network

where you join the

Game Boy Advance player

to the regulator port and every player

could see their

own screen on the GBA.

The framework was upheld until mid 2007

furthermore, sold 22 million units, more than

twice as much as the Sega Dreamcast.

(energetic music)

- And it likewise ought to be

noticed that the CAV designing

of the Nintendo GameCube circles too

helped load times be quite quick.

- Joe, exactly what the heck is CAV?

That is to say, you behave like everybody is simply

expected to know what that implies.

- They don't?

- No, obviously not.

- Well, CAV represents

consistent precise speed

which implies the plate consistently turns

at a similar speed regardless

what position the laser's in.

Similar to the old laser plates

which just had a half hour video for each side.

However, it truly helps the look for

times and all that stuff.

- That is extremely fascinating.

- obviously it is.

- Another great reality that I will

most likely easily forget once more.

(snickers)

Do we have any games that

we will take a gander at?

- Yeah, why not start

out, what do you have for us?

- I will show three of the best.

(playful music)

First up is Luigi's Mansion.

Okay, so the GameCube dispatched

what's more, there was no Mario title to the consternation

of many fans.

- [Joe] You know, I bet if

they had a Mario title

at dispatch, the framework would

presumably be much more well known.

- [Dave] Sadly, we won't ever know.

Nintendo concluded it was the ideal opportunity for Luigi

to get an opportunity at greatness

what's more, gave us Luigi's Mansion.

It's anything but a common

stage game that individuals

were acclimated with

the new Nintendo framework.

This time around Luigi has

to save Mario who is caught

in this house by something very similar

plot that got Luigi there.

At any rate, you play Luigi's Mansion

by going space to room tackling conundrums.

You utilize your Game Boy Horror to look

for phantoms and lock onto

their pulsating heart.

- [Joe] Hmmm, phantoms don't

have pulsating hearts, Dave.

In the event that they did, they wouldn't be phantoms.

- [Dave] They do!

Take a gander at the Game Boy Horror,

there's a thumping heart not too far off.

Here you'll get it together of what you need

to do to have the option to see the phantoms

also, suck it up with your

Poltergust 3000 phantom vacuum.

(creepy music)

When you gather a portion of the greater phantoms

you'll get a key which will

open up new pieces of the house

to investigate and rehash the interaction.

The controls in the game are great

when you become accustomed to them.

The music is additionally useful for the game.

It's not frightening by any

implies, nor are the illustrations,

which are much more adorable than unnerving.

Keep in mind, this is Nintendo.

- [Joe] Exactly, we have

children to contemplate here.

- [Dave] I think it split

directly down the center

on individuals who like this

game and individuals who don't.

I without a doubt do like it a

part and made some incredible memories

with this game.

It was and is a game that is extremely interesting.

I'm exceptionally expecting the continuation

that is coming out for the 3DS.

(coins ringing)

- Mario?

- [Dave] And here is

Super Smash Bros. Skirmish.

What game framework is finished

without battling games?

None of them!

- [Joe] The CDI didn't

have any battling games

furthermore, look how noteworthy that thing was!

- [Dave] (giggles) You are so correct.

Truly, the GameCube never

saw any Street Fighter,

Realm Fighters or Dead or Alive,

in any case, that doesn't mean it that way

didn't have anything fun.

All things considered, it had the greatest

fanboys dream materialize.

Crush Bros. Skirmish pits characters

from the whole way across Nintendo's establishments

against one another in a

four player fight royale.

As a matter of fact, this is the most awesome thing.

At the point when you get three of your

Nintendo fanboy companions together,

you would go through hours playing this game

like it's only five minutes.

Regardless of whether you're on your

own, you can play this game

since there is such a lot of content that

it would be extremely hard

for you to get exhausted.

In single player you can

play the experience mode

which makes them platforming

and hard and fast fights

like overcoming a specific sum

of Yoshis before you can advance.

Or then again you can play the four player scuffle

with three CPU characters.

The control in the game is acceptable

furthermore, the battling is a long way from profound.

I mean you have a square catch,

punch button, and a

auxiliary assault button.

- [Joe] A square catch?

What is this, Mortal Kombat?

- [Dave] Oh god, no!

While it's a long way from troublesome,

it's a genuine catch

masher that is exceptionally fun.

Back to fanboy stuff.

This game is stacked with it.

Each stage is taken from a

diverse Nintendo establishment.

The music is remixed

magnificence from Nintendo games.

HAL Labs must be my

most loved second party engineer.

All that they appear to

put out is unadulterated gold.

(hollering and crushing)

Furthermore, what might a GameCube scene be

without a notice of Metroid Prime?

At the point when it was first

declared as a FPS game,

I had blended sentiments.

First and foremost, I love the Metroid series,

so normally I was glad to hear this.

- [Joe] I love Metroid, so

I was exceptionally dismal to hear this.

- [Dave] Secondly, at the

time, I wasn't a devotee of FPS,

what's more, I figured this could never work.

How is it possible that you would have a platforming

puzzle tackling game as a FPS?

Indeed, I was charmingly

shocked by the result.

Metroid Prime is an incredible game in general.

Retro Studios did an astonishing

work with the Metroid establishment.

They made everything fit together so pleasantly

that I was drenched in the game

from the two or three minutes of play.

The controls took a bit to become accustomed to,

however, wound up appearing well and good.

The world made in

this game is exceptionally flawless.

(impacting)

The illustrations are very

useful for the GameCube,

what's more, the music is exceptional.

It's a blend of exemplary Metroid songs

what's more, some climatic

moderate greatness.

(electric sizzling)

All through the game you are required

to examine objects to open things up

furthermore, get further in the game.

On the off chance that I recall accurately, a great deal of fans

griped that this

dialed the game back a great deal.

I, myself, enjoyed it definitely.

- [Joe] That's a direct result of

your authority attitude.

Should check everything!

- [Dave] Oh, and I did.

I cherished filtering all articles conceivable

to find out about the environmental factors.

Filtering fallen privateers to

figure out how they met their downfall,

filtering supervisors to figure

out their shaky areas,

everything made for a very

comprehensive experience

that feels a lot of like Metroid.

Obviously, Metroid Prime

2 came and was acceptable,

in any case, not on par with the first.

An unquestionable requirement have for any Nintendo fan.

- [Joe] Yeah, yet Super

Metroid is as yet the zenith

of the series right up 'til the present time, as I would see it.

- [Dave] But it's not on the GameCube.

(impacting)

Furthermore, obviously, you can get

the Metroid Prime set of three

on the Wii, however it's not

extremely normal so be ready

to go through some boatloads of money for it.

- Yeah, yet they made them all control

like Metroid Prime 3.

- Which is entirely decent.

That was very acceptable controls, so.

Okay Joe, what games have

you picked to discuss?

- Why don't I simply show you?

- That's a good thought.

- [Joe] Rogue Leader otherwise known as Rouge Squadron II

was a dispatch game for the GameCube.

It covered a similar period of time

that every one of the three unique

motion pictures happen in.

- [Dave] You additionally will control a pack

of boats you don't

truly care about by the same token.

All I truly need to control

is a X-wing and a Millennium Falcon.

- [Joe] I hear you on that.

Numerous scenes from the

unique set of three are here,

furthermore, during those scenes you

GAMECUBE ROM

[elisende]

Predators (2/2)

Characters: Halsin/OFC Rating: M Warnings: Attempted rape/noncon Words: 3330 Halsin knew so little it often shocked her.

She recognized, when she took him on, that he was unfledged. But his ignorance was vast and hungry.

Gods knew the boy had appetites. For knowledge, for every last scrap of food. For her body. She was not flattered: she knew she could be just about anyone, man or woman, elf or human--even a dwarf, he was indiscriminate.

Most of all, he was hungry for connection. She did not ask what had become of his people but trusted he would tell her in his own time.

He was not shy of speaking. Nor of asking, endlessly, about all subjects. What is the name of that bird, why is it called so, does it remain in the forest through winter or seek warmer climes? Why?

In desperation, she wrote to her Circle and a month later a moose trotted into the clearing laden with bulging packs of scrolls and a few codexes.

Provender for your mind, she explained. Halsin was dubious at first but his natural curiosity got the better of him and now he spent most afternoons curled up in the branches of a downy birch reading scroll after scroll, as insatiable a reader as he was a lover.

He wanted her every night, every dawn. He wanted her when she bent over the cookpot preparing their lunch and when they walked the woods. She refused him four times out of five and still they lay together twice a day. Dalia was exhausted but not displeased; he was an apt student in all things and by nature generous.

Her pupil’s progress in the six months under her tutelage was impressive even by her high standards. And true to his word, he’d given her no cause to regret her decision to teach him.

Yet he was still unformed. Still unconscious to the grace and nuance of nature’s dance. And still angry.

“Teach me how to take a wild shape,” he demanded one sun-washed afternoon in the clearing. Dalia, never idle, was picking through some useful herbs they had collected that morning in the woods, sorting them according to which she would dry, which she would distill, and which she would pack into oil.

“You are not ready,” she said, not looking up from the herbs in her lap. “You have the ability”--and he did have magic, wild magic, in him--“but without the proper discipline you could be overcome by the animal’s mind. More than a few novices lose themselves entirely in the transformation.”

He scoffed. “You still underestimate me. You’re not my mother or my nursemaid, so stop trying to protect me.”

She glanced up at him. He sat rigidly against an oak’s trunk, beetle-browed, ready for a fight. Hungry for one. Any number of retorts leapt to her mind but she allowed herself only a neutral hmm before going back to her herbs, bearing the quiet fury of his stare without further comment. The silence, when he stalked off into the wood, was sour with unspent anger.

He returned at nightfall with a roe buck slung over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Halsin said, and though his words were plain, she could see his self-recrimination in the taut line of his shoulders, the set of his jaw. He’d simply turned his anger inward on himself. It was pitiful to see, like a falcon hanging from its jesses.

She nodded. “Your anger will be your downfall one day, left uncontrolled. But I accept your apology, any road.”

They made a stew with rosemary and juniper berries and a bit of wine that had lain unopened for decades at the bottom of Dalia’s trunk and miraculously had aged into a lovely vintage.

“Where is it from?” Halsin asked, looking wondrously at the dusty bottle. “I’ve never tasted such wine.”

And it was special, among the finest she’d had in her six centuries. Smooth and sculpted, full on the tongue, bursting with ripe black fruit. She hesitated before saying, “It’s an Evermeet vintage.”

He looked up at her, curious, but Silvanus be praised, he didn’t ask the question he’d asked so many times before.

Dalia gratefully changed the subject. “Hakka did whelp this year, after all.” She took another sip to savor the exquisite wine, then continued. “Four pups. She’s hidden them up on the ridge, in the little bluebell hollow.”

His eyes lit as they always did when discussing the forest’s wolves. He liked big predators, the great bear Sage notwithstanding--he still held a grudge for the scars that scored his brow. “That’s wonderful. Are they Thorn’s pups? She’s hiding them from Hatha?”

The wolves’ amorous entanglements were even more complicated than that of a wood elven village. Hakka and Hatha were sisters and bitter rivals for the affections of Thorn, one of the leading males in the pack. He was a young, brash hunter, uncommonly large. Dalia couldn’t help but see the resemblance and noted Halsin’s affection for the wolf with some amusement.

“Mm,” she agreed. Her head was already a little light from the alcohol. With wine this good, it was easy to overdo it. She set her cup on the table and turned back to the stew, scraping the bottom of the pot. “You’ve been most helpful with my work in this wood.” She smiled to see him glow with silent pride at her rare praise. But it was not empty: despite his ignorance, he was observant when he wished to be and had discovered much that she had missed.

“Your work won’t ever be finished, will it?” he asked softly. The firelight flickered in his eyes and with his wide, sensuous mouth ever so slightly open, she felt a heady wave that had little to do with the wine.

“No,” she admitted. “It won’t be. It’s an indefinite posting.” And one of her choosing, though she didn’t say so. She knew he could sense it.

“Why?” he asked, yet again. Always why. She sighed in frustration.

“For once, do not concern yourself with why,” she said, more sharply than she intended. She softened her tone with a gentle look, a touch of her hand. He didn’t push further.

They ate, finished the bottle between them, and lay together in the quiet of the glade through a gauzy haze of alcohol, beneath the spreading branches of a grandfather oak and the dim light of the stars. As Dalia slipped into her trance of sleep, she warned herself that such things couldn’t--wouldn’t--last. And ruthlessly quashed the feeling of sadness that followed.

*

Halsin rose early and once he was gone, Dalia lay on the grass with her eyes open, feeling a rare malaise. The birds sang as sweetly ever, but somehow there was less music in their voices.

Later, she would look back and wonder if it was an omen.

She was bathing in the stream when a bellow echoed across the glade. It came from the heights of the ridge above, distant but unmistakable. Halsin’s booming voice, roughened with rage.

Without thought, she pulled her robe on and grabbed the ax from the wood chopping block outside the hut. Its grip was comforting in her hand as she sprinted barefoot into the brush and up the side of the long, wooded hill.

She slipped through the brambles, eschewing the winding deer path to cut straight through the forest to the sound of her lover’s cry.

Other voices joined in. Human voices. More screams and the sounds of battle chilled Dalia’s blood. A wolf bayed. Fear made her fly the last hundred yards, heedless of the tearing thorns or lashes of tree branches. She emerged into the wolf’s territory brandishing the ax above her head, ready for any foe, human or beast.

But the fight was already finished. Two hunters lay dead on earth soaked red with gore, eviscerated, and beside them, panting, were Halsin and Thorn, his lupine counterpart. Both with death in their eyes and blood on their faces. It dripped from Thorn’s muzzle and Halsin’s strong hands.

“What have you done?” she cried. Halsin’s wide eyes met her gaze; he was still in the grip of his blood frenzy.

Then she saw the den: the wolf Hakka and all of her pups, throats slit. For their fur, perhaps; or maybe simply for sport. Humans needed no greater justification to kill a wild thing. Bereft of life, the pups looked thin and insubstantial, little more than furry rags. Hakka’s sightless eyes rested on them even in death, the young she’d given her life protecting.

She whispered a quick prayer to Silvanus, to absorb their bodies back into the earth to seed new lives in this forest. But even as she spoke them, the words rang hollow.

“They were laughing, when I came upon them,” Halsin said. His voice was thick with hatred as he stared down at the two humans. These, too, Dalia commended to the Oakfather, though silently.

“You have done a truly stupid thing,” she said, not even trying to mollify her tone. She felt a fury rising in her to match the boy’s. Beside them, Thorn growled; she stilled him with an outstretched hand and he whimpered, sniffed the corpses of his mate and pups.

“Two fewer miserable poachers in the wood? Silvanus himself would praise me. I’ve eliminated a threat to nature.” And infuriatingly, the wood elf truly looked pleased with himself.

“And what happens now?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.

“Now the wood is peaceful once more.” A blackbird cautiously resumed its song in a nearby tree and Halsin raised his hand as though his point had been proven.

“And when these men’s village mount a search? Will they see justice in this scene? Or will they see an outrage that demands revenge?”

Halsin opened his mouth but she pushed on, “Who suffers then? Not you or I but Thorn and his pack. At best, they will be driven off from their home. And at worst every one of them will be hunted down.”

“I didn’t--”

But her anger was still building. She threw her ax into the earth beside her. “It will not end there. Without any wolves in this territory, the deer will proliferate. They will strain the resources of the forest to its breaking point and many more will needlessly die. It will take a century for nature to right itself, all for a moment of satisfaction, of righteous anger.”

She looked directly into his eyes. There was no remorse in them, though some doubt. “You’re a traitor to nature, not its defender. You are not one of us. I was wrong, to think I could teach you.”

Halsin’s hands became fists. He might well have broken and tried to hit her. But instead, he screamed a wordless howl of rage and despair that rang across the hillside, stilling the birdsong.

Dalia turned her back on him, her failed pupil, and on the pathos of the young wolf mourning, and walked slowly, stiffly back down to the glade.

She did not expect she would see him again in this life.

*

Time could mend any wound; Dalia had lived long enough to know the truth of that.

She went about her days in rote, knowing through wisdom hard-won that she would once again appreciate the sun’s warmth on her skin, the taste of a wholesome meal, the sound of the stream’s unending flow. But even as she tried to take heart in the inevitability of healing, a small voice insisted that she had lost everything. Again. That life was little more than an exercise in losing all that mattered, concluding with her own mortal end.

Those thoughts mostly came in the dusky evenings when she sat alone at the hearth (she could not bear to sit at the table where they had shared their meals) and the fire died to back ashes for lack of motivation to rekindle its flames.

If she had dreaded his coming to her door, begging her forgiveness, she need not have worried. For he did not come.

But a moon after the killings, she returned from a walk deep into the forest where she’d helped a colony of bees find a new home--the most mundane tasks gave the most pleasure, these days--and found other visitors in her glade.

Instead of striding over to greet them, she watched from behind the grandfather oak. They were five: all strong human men, well-armed. Though that didn’t necessarily mean trouble. The humans often went armed into the wood, fearful as they were of its denizens. Of nature’s power outstripping their own.

Her hut door was open and it was apparent they were waiting for someone inside. Heat rose in her at the thought of unseen hands rifling through her things.

Against her better judgment, Dalia stepped out from behind the tree, drawing herself to her full height.

“Why have you come to my glade? And why do you trespass in my abode?” She glared between them, doing her best to look intimidating but not an immediate threat. Their beards hid their faces and made them all look the same. Or perhaps they were related--all humans looked alike, to her, particularly the men.

“Two of our own went missing in this wood,” said the taller one with the grey beard. She pegged him as the leader; humans usually organized their social and political structures around seniority.

“They’re not in my hut,” she said coolly. The men glanced between one another, doubtful. “I’ve not cooked them for breakfast if that is your worry.”

“She has a witchy look about her,” said one of the younger, yellow-bearded ones, as though she were not present.

“I reckon she’s a hag in a fair disguise,” said another of the young men, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. He made some gesture of religious protection.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. But she was already evaluating her combat options, weighing her chances. They were just looking for an excuse to attack, she could sense. But she had little chance against five of them--and more, perhaps, inside. They were skilled hunters with good weapons: spiked greatclubs, crossbows, a city-forged longsword.

The greybeard smiled a smile that didn’t reach his chilly blue eyes. Death was in them, and grievous violence. “Have you seen them, lass, or nay? We would like to know.”

Dalia struck first, for the slim advantage that surprise might grant her. Vines leapt from the earth to ensnare the two young hunters closest to her as she ducked behind a fallen tree for cover from the volley of arrows that followed.

They shouted to the men inside and her heart sank when three emerged from the hut. She would not survive a fight against eight, even with all her magic, even with the wood itself to aid her.

But nor would she surrender.

She took the shape of the wolf, fire burning in her marrow as her bones snapped and bent to the canine form. Her thoughts became simpler yet more exigent. The wolf mind was made for bloodshed.

Emboldened by their numbers, one of the young hunters was already sneaking around the edge of the fallen tree. She tore his throat away in a thrilling rip, the wolf relishing the sensation of hot blood gushing from the severed flesh in her mouth. Another she took with a swipe across the gut. A third managed to slash her hip with his sword before she downed him. And then an arrow caught her between the ribs and she collapsed into the grass, reverting to her elven form.

The pain was not so acute now and that was a mercy. But her horror--the horror born of a sentient imagination--was far worse as the remaining humans loomed over her.

It was not difficult to imagine what was on their minds. Torture, rape, death. Perhaps in that order.

As they argued with each other over some triviality, she struggled to crawl away but the greybeard hunter stopped her with a kick to the arrow sticking out of her side. She cried out as pain radiated through her body, nearly stealing her consciousness away from her.

The greybeard’s hateful face loomed over her again. “Tell me,” it said. “Where are they, witch?”

So they had decided she was a witch. The druid took a shuddering breath that sent shards of icy pain through her chest.

“Dead,” she said. Her words were watery from the blood that had begun to fill her lungs. “Not by my hand.” The greybeard snorted; he didn’t believe her.

“Where? I’ll give you a quick death.” His blue eyes looked earnest; so earnest, it could almost be true.

She told him about the bluebell hollow on the ridge, the sheltering briars. He nodded, satisfied. Then motioned to the other men. So it was to be rape first.

Dalia closed her eyes, searching for any final measure of fortitude or magic. But she was drained of everything, even resolve. The sky seemed to be growing dimmer, though she knew it to be only midday. She was dying, she recognized distantly. Along with her sorrow and dread of what was to come, she felt something like relief.

Then the bear entered the glade. It was no bear she recognized, not Sage or one of his kin that ranged the unpeopled southern reaches. It was a great bear, though, and towering more still for its rage; it blotted out the sun when it stood on its hind legs and let out a roar of fury. It swiped the skin from the face of the man on her back, tearing him from neck to navel, showering her in the warmth of his blood.

Weapons were useless against him. Gasping beneath the weighty corpse of the hunter, she watched as the bear gored and slashed his way through the remaining five hunters. The greybeard, last to die, foolishly begged the beast before succumbing to its snarling teeth, red-tipped as bloodied daggers.

There was something familiar in the set of the bear’s shoulders and when it turned to her, she could see it in his eyes.

“Halsin,” she said. Even speaking his name filled her body with relief. Peace.

The name summoned him back to himself. Her apprentice shifted back to his shape and ran over to her. “I can heal you,” he said, even though they both knew he couldn’t.

“One day,” she said, grasping the foresight that came to her, unbidden. “You will be a great healer. But not yet.”

His features twisted in grief. “I’ve failed you again, then.”

“Never,” she sighed. She was powerless to resist the shuddering cough that sent a rictus of pain through her dying body. “Nature claims us all back, eventually. Today is my day. I am ready.”

Halsin bent over her and wept. He made her as comfortable as he could and settled her on his lap next to the stream so she could listen to it as she faded away, still looking up at his face as she departed the mortal realm for one of spirit and air.

*

Her amber eyes became sightless and Halsin closed them for the last time with the brush of his hand. He felt an emptiness that seemed to be shared by the whole wood, which had gone silent save for the senselessly burbling stream.

He would bury her, in the coming days, beneath the grandfather oak that had so often sheltered them, to feed its roots with her blood and bone and magic.

And when he arrived in the Circle at Dancing Falls, some months later, no one would question his haunted eyes, his quiet fury, his knowledge and skill in the ways of the druids.

Halsin would be just another novice, albeit a precocious one who could already take a wild shape. A bear, whose rage returned with every transformation, bringing him back to the glade, to the locus of his greatest regret.

[norahastuff]

Hello. What are your thoughts about S12 of SPN? Did you like what the show did for Destiel and what about Mary's arc? i'd love to hear your thoughts!

Oh anon, so many thoughts - be careful what you ask for!

Season 12 is one of my favourite seasons of the show, mostly because of the in depth focus of the characters’ emotional states - especially Cas and Mary. I mean sure you could say the Men of Letters weren’t exactly formidable villains,  but I think that was kind of the point. Like Sam snarks at Lady Toni Bevell when she tries to threaten him with torture, he’s been tortured by the devil himself - what was she going to do to him?  After dealing with many seasons of escalating threats that culminated in them confronting God and Amara, they couldn’t exactly raise the stakes any higher plotwise, so they went lower. 

They created this human threat and instead put the focus on what the characters were going through. This gets kind of long, so I’ll break it down into 3 parts. I’ll talk about Cas and his story in this answer, and then I’ll make another couple of posts about Mary and then Dean and Cas. 

1. Cas and his state of mind

2. Mary

3. Dean and Cas

1. Cas

After everything that went on during s11 with Cas and Lucifer and God, I did kind of think that the show might forget about what it was that led to Cas saying yes to Lucifer in the first place. I needn’t have worried. Dabb’s always been interested in exploring Cas’ mental state, going all the way back to 8x08 when Dean and Cas talked about the effect the whole Godstiel/Leviathan mess had on Cas. 

“I’m afraid I might kill myself.”

 It was jarring because it was the most direct Cas had ever gotten about his depression. He’d talked about it before but never quite so matter of factly. Dabb also wrote the episode in which Cas said yes to Lucifer, a decision he came to after feeling worthless and unneeded by everyone and everything. Ambriel told him the how little the angels thought of him. In the past that may have been because he was a traitor and a rebel. They may have hated him but they feared him, even felt a twisted kind of reverence towards him. Not anymore. Now what did they think of him?

Castiel: I never wanted this, you know. To be hated by my own kind, I never…

Ambriel: Oh no, I don’t hate you, Castiel.

Castiel: Thank you.

Ambriel: I mean, we have a lot in common. Our names rhyme, that’s a big one. I look good in a trench coat too, and we’re both expendable.

Castiel: Excuse me?

Ambriel: Well, that’s why we’re here, right? I’m a number cruncher and you… like I said, I’ve heard the stories. You help. But Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes. So, if the Darkness is still alive and she’s pissed… and she kills us… no big loss. So sure, maybe we’re not super important, but we do the job. You know… I think there’s nobility in that.

He wasn’t The Great Castiel anymore. He was the Winchesters’ sidekick. The angel who turned his back on them and gave up an army for Dean Winchester. I think sometimes we underestimate how bad the events of 9x22 were for the angels perception of Cas. Dean broke the rules, rules Cas had put into place, and yet Cas refused to hold him accountable for that. Instead Cas fell at his feet, at least in their eyes.

I mean he was resigned to dying when Amara caught him….and yet what does she tell him? “Blue eyes, you’re not even worth the effort” “You look a bit used up.” He wasn’t even worthy of being killed by the big bad anymore. Instead she used his body to send a message to the adversaries she actually cared about. That’s all he was good for. 

Ok sorry I spent a lot of time talking about season 11 but that’s because Cas’ story in s12 is a continuation of the same things he was dealing with in s11. His desperate search for a purpose. His fears that he could never do anything right, that he was worthless: unloved and unwanted. As soon as he helped get Sam back, he got up and left again. Sure, part of that was because he needed to go find Lucifer, but like Sam and Dean tell him, he didn’t have to do that alone. 

I think it’s telling that his decision to leave comes on the heels of his late night conversation with Mary where he confesses that he still doesn’t feel like he belongs with them. So he leaves, and tries to make himself useful and Cas being Cas, he decides to do that as Agent Beyonce which results in an absolutely glorious partnership with Crowley. Honestly, as much as Cas hated Crowley, I think their little adventure was good for him - at least for a little while. I mean it gave Cas an excuse to feel superior (something he wasn’t getting a lot of at that point) and to show contempt towards someone - something he is so very good at: see also Ketch, Sergei.

But it’s easy to see how precarious Cas’ sense of self worth was. The second something goes wrong, in this case when Sam and Dean get arrested and he can’t find them, he completely falls apart. He internalises what Ambriel and Amara said to him about how useless he was, and that coupled with his own crippling insecurities, as well as Mary lashing out and blaming him for letting them get taken (she didn’t mean it really, she was more angry at herself than anything) he convinces himself that they were all right. He is worthless and he can’t do anything right. Cas didn’t fail to stop the vampire he tried to hunt down because he lacked the skills, or because he needed Sam and Dean. No, it was because he was so convinced that he was worthless and useless, it became a self fulfilling prophecy. 

The look of relief, the crack of his voice when he hears Dean on the phone after he’d essentially given up hope. The look on his face when he finds Sam and Dean, a look that stops them in their tracks, not to mention the wordless exchange in the backseat of the car after Cas meets Dean’s eyes and realises that something’s not quite right. Try then to tell me that Ambriel’s words (or at least the same sentiments) are not running through his head when he learns that one of the Winchesters will have to sacrifice themselves.

Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes.

You’re expendable.

If she kills you, it’s no big loss. 

It’s not much of a surprise that he makes the decision he makes. 

I also find Ishim’s conversations with Cas very interesting. I’ll talk about that some more in the Dean and Cas post, but in particular this exchange:

I used to envy you, Castiel. You believe that? You survived Hell. You were chosen by God. But now look at you. You’re just sad and pathetically weak. So now… I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna cure you of your human weakness same way I cured my own -by cutting it out. 

Once again this is confirmation of what the angels think of him. He’s not a figure to be feared anymore, rather an object of pity. Unsurprisingly, they all blame Dean for that. They see Cas’ love and devotion for Dean as his weakness. From the very beginning Cas has been told that getting close to Dean would lead to his downfall. Heaven, hell and everyone in between warned him, over and over again. 

Interestingly Cas sees it differently. He agrees that he’s weak and powerless but he doesn’t blame his love for Sam and Dean for that. So much so that on his deathbed, he even thanks them for changing his life, for changing him. 

But he survives. Crowley (much to Cas’ chagrin I’m sure) saved his life. And ultimately nothing has changed. He still needs to feel useful, he’s still desperate to find any sense of purpose - and so he finds one. Eliminate the Nephilim. Not only is that a clear instruction, a plan he can carry out, but if he manages to do that, he’ll also be preventing Sam and Dean from having to do something truly unsavoury. That checks all the boxes on Cas’ wishlist.

But Cas is missing something. He’s not seeing how much Dean is struggling with him gone, and how desperate he is for Cas to come back. He just wants a win, and unfortunately, he’s looking for it in all the wrong places. He doesn’t have a clear idea of his importance and role in the Winchesters’ lives, Dean’s in particular. When he steals the Colt and tries to face Dagon alone, he tells them he was trying to protect them, only for Dean to hit back with “You’re not our babysitter Cas” and from Cas’ face, you can see he clearly doesn’t agree. He once admitted he saw himself as the Winchesters’ guardian, and part of him still feels that that’s the only role he can play in their family - even though that’s not at all how Sam and Dean feel about him anymore.

Cas is lost. Completely and utterly unsure of his place in the world. Kelly takes the wheel and he could stop her if he wanted to - but what else would he do? It’s easier to just follow someone else’s plan, no matter how nebulous and uncertain it may be. 

And then something happens. The Nephilim’s power flows through him and Cas feels strong. He feels focused and like he has a purpose again. A part to play in making the world better. He has something he hasn’t had in a very long time - he has faith. But you see the problem still hasn’t been solved, he may have faith now, but he still doesn’t have any faith in himself. He doesn’t see his value outside of being a tool, an instrument, existing only to be of service to the bigger players. 

I think season 12 did a really great job in highlighting the dichotomy in Cas’ motivations that we’ve been seeing for a while now. He wants to be of service, he needs a purpose to feel like he has a place in this world, but it’s not a desire that’s based on unfeeling duty anymore. 

Cas feels things so very strongly and yet he’s still acutely aware that he’s not human - something season 14 (particularly 14x14) spent time exploring. Season 15 too actually. He wants to belong. He wants to be wanted, to be loved. He wants a home.

And yet…he also knows (or thinks he knows) what it is he actually has to do. Remember s9 and the extended focus on “I did what I had to do.” When Dean asked Cas back then if he was ok with giving up his human life to become an angel again, Cas’ response was essentially that it didn’t matter - he did what he had to do. 

Cas wants to feel loved, valued, cherished but yet he also thinks his role in this last big fight against God is to sacrifice himself so that the chosen players, namely Sam, Dean, Jack can have a better chance. Not only is this a consistent trait in Cas that we can follow all the way back, but I’m just so in awe that they actually spent so much time in s12 actually exploring Cas’ state of mind and what drives him to feel this way. It’s just very narratively satisfying.

Ok yeah this is long so I’ll post the other parts in separate posts soon, because there’s a lot to say in those too.

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Hey!! Thanks for the update on TSOHL, I'd love to get on the taglist! Also: Whumpee talks to someone on an online app, only to eventually call them.. That someone is whumpee's whumper. -sol

A dialogue prompt for @broken-horn. Obviously, the events below that take place after Hanna escapes Conner’s possession. TBH I really had no idea where to take this prompt, and writing it took a while because I couldn’t figure out how it needed to end. You had me stumped! Thank you for the prompt and feel free to SEND ME MORE in the future!

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Anon: 51 Depot Street Verona NH, 13874

The first time Hanna is contacted by Anon she assumes the message was sent to the wrong person. She doesn’t give the message any more thought and she goes about her day. 

Two weeks pass and Hanna gets a second message. This one reading:

Anon: 5961 Caravan Drive Troy WA, 95832

Her gut churns and she delete the message quickly with an unsettling feeling in her gut. Recalling how the same thing happened two weeks before, she contacts Anon, informs them that they have the wrong username, and deletes the message. 

The third message comes two days later:

Anon: 7390 Apt 34 LeeHigh Ave Monroe AZ, 29402

Irritated, Hanna blocks Anon but keeps wondering about the messages through out the day.

Two morning after Hanna wakes peacefully tucked underneath Zeros warm body, who is still soundly sleeping in their bed. Its the weekend so shes sleeping in. She checks her phone for the time sleepily, and in the process of doing so she sees she has six new messages from the website. She oppens the platform and then her inbox, and this is what she finds.:  

Anon: 8374 Murray Lane Manchester OH, 14890

Anon: 3801 Jacob Street Ontario MT, 25920

Anon: 5039 Fleming Ave Newcomb VT, 49013

Anon: 8027 Plank Road Rochester NY, 12983

Anon: 7480 Old Military Road Penfield FL, 71693

Then . . .

Anon: Hello Hanna.

Hanna tells the Big Six about Anon later that day and as a group, they decide to have Hanna remove herself from the site and have Tyler monitor it in her place.  Tyler spends the next two weeks checking the chat room and nearly everyday he receives a new message. He tries hacking into the system to determine the location of the sender, but whoever it was was operating on a secure, and unfortunatly untraceable, network. With no other leads, he researches the addresses that he has recieved so far. After several hours he determines that nearly every adress was the home adress to a well-known or wealthy individual, such as politicians, celebrities, and businesspeople. 

At the end of the two weeks Tyler logs into the server and enters the chat room, only to instantly receive two new messages.

Anon: 893-502-3018.

Anon: We need to talk.

Tyler’s glasses reflect the glow of the computer screen in the dark room and the Omega sits in his chair still and supprised. The green halo around Anon’s unassigned avatar indicates that he’s still online, so Tyler gets to work. His  hands fly up to the keyboard and while impersonating Hanna, he quickly responds.

Hanna: Who is this?

The message sends and three floating dots appear in Anon’s chat box.

Anon: A friend.

Hanna: Who. Is. This?  

Anon: A friend.

This wasn’t going anywhere. Tyler tries a new approach.

Hanna: Why are you sending me these addresses? What do they mean?

He types the message quickly and hits send.

Anon: They’re gifts. Presents for my love.

‘What the fuck?’ Tyler thinks to himself. There’s a momentary break before Tyler receives two more messages.

Anon: They’re locations of Omegas.

Anon: Current locations of Omegas.

That’s all Tyler needs. He logs off and races off to get the others.

The a small team of Omegas spend the next week traveling to the nearest location that had been provided to them, staking out the building, infiltrating the building, and traveling back to Safe Have. The mission wasn’t easy, but Anon hadn’t disappointed them. In the end the team arrives home with five new Omegas who are beaten, bruised, scared, and malnourished. Upon arrival Hanna meet them at the entrace and immediatly sends the injued and the new arrivals to the infirmary with Jayden to receive medical attention. 

“So, the intell was accurate.” Hanna says to Zero as they walk back to their shared room.

He nodds. “You think its a spy on the inside of the Slave Market?”

Hanna chews on the inside of her lip. “She had considered the possibility, and though part of her hopes thats whats was going on, the other part of her is skeptical. They needed to contact Anon.

Later in the afternoon the Big Six gather inside of the office. Madison, Jayden, Zero, Tyler, and Hanna, all stand around the island in the center of the room and hold their breath as Madison calls Anon. 

He picks up on the fourth ring.

“Hello?” He says.

“We got the Omegas.” Madison says sharply and straight to the point. “Now tell us who you are.”

“I want to speak to Hanna.”

“This is Hanna.”

“No. Your not. You’re Madison. Now, Madison, hand me over to Hanna. I know she’s there.”

Madison pulls the phone away from her face and she covers the microphone with the palm of her hand. “He called my bluff.” She says irritated. She turns to Hanna. “He wants to talk to you. Do you want to take it or should I tell him to fuck off?”

Hanna has her palms pressed into the edge of the desk and she’s leaning against the peice of furniture with all her weight. She looks at the phone that Madison holds out to her, before taking it, putting it on speaker phone, and placing it down on the counter before her.

“This is Hanna. Who is this?” Hanna says.

There's the sound shuffling on the other end, followed by a smooth male voice. “Hello Hanna.”

Zero is marching up to Hanna and she knows that he’s going for the phone. She holds a hand up to Zero and stops him in his tracks.

Of course it was him. It all made sense now. 

“I missed you Hanna. How have you been?”

Hanna’s stomach clenches and she grips the edge of the desk tightly. “Well to be honest I was doing great right up untill five fucking seconds ago.” 

Conner grumbles on the other end. “Such a filthy mouth you have there Hanna. I see your set back in your old ways. Pity. I had you behaving so well for me before you left.”

“You mean before I escaped?” Hanna snarls.

“No, actually, I do mean left. What else do you call it when your lover walks out in the middle of having sex, and leaves you inebriates and tied to a bed?” He chuckles to himself and he sounds unhinged. “I knew you were a vixen Hanna but damn - - that was criminal.”

Hannas ears flush and suddenly she wishes that fifteen year old Jayden had been excluded from this meeting. “We were never lovers.”

“No?”

"No.” Her voice is as unyielding and cold as steel.

Another pause. “Well, I guess I underestimated you Hanna. Your acting abilities had me fooled. It felt real to me.”

Anger and a practiced speech boils in her chest. She knew one day she would be able to say these words to Conner, but she hadn’t known when. “Your delusion was your downfall.” She says. “You thought you had me wrapped around your finger, trained and obedient like some sort of dog, but you were wrong.” She smirks and it can be heard in her voice. “The whole time I was the one that had you wrapped around my finger. I tugged on your heartstrings and did what you wanted because I knew, one day, you would let your guard down, and I would be free. I never belonged to you. Not for a single god damn moment.”

There’s a long strech of silence on his end and everyone but Hanna and Zero start to wonder if he’s still there.

“Very well then.” He sighs. “I’ll be seeing you soon Hanna, and until then, take care of yourself.” Another pause. Then, “I want you in prime condition when I come to collect what is rightfully mine.”

>> The Story of Hanna Light Master List <<

[clownhara]

I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD

I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long

I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.

Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je

Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.

Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.

Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.

Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.

Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.

Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.

Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.

Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.

Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)

Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.

Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.

Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.

Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write

Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.

Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits

Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.

Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.

Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.

Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.

There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them

Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though

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Blue Collar (M)

Genre: Smut, slight BDSM, romance Pairing: Rabin Word Count: 4.4K Summary:  After a mission gone wrong, Hongbin was left down for a few months, unable to do anything with his lover Ravi. What he thought was just the others helping Ravi through this lonely time, it turned into a regular occurance where Hongbin found his boyfriend spending more time with the other four than him. Desparate to have Ravi's attention again, Hongbin pulled out the blue collar, a special gift, in hopes to remind Ravi of who he was really with. Warnings: Inaccurate accounts of sex 

Hongbin sighed as he stared down at the silky material in his hand. The dragon pendant resting heavily in his hands as he marveled once more at the beautiful collar. It had been a gift from his lover; Ravi was always so generous. In their line of work, money was never an issue. He never questioned how Hakyeon got the money for their jobs, but he did and it was probably best he didn’t know. He just knew they were all well off, regardless of what silly whims they spent their money on. Though this collar was not just a silly whim. It was a special present from his Master, a persona that he didn’t get to interact with much anymore, and that really saddened him.

Between missions and their pent up hormones, more times than not did Hongbin find his lover being fucked senseless. Ravi so easily and readily gave himself up to Hakyeon and Jaehwan whenever they wanted. Before it had never been a problem. He didn’t mind sharing and in return, he was free to love the others as well. But ever since his last mission ended with him being shot, he saw less of his lover with him and more of his lover with the others. Logically, Ravi couldn’t do anything with him. He had been shot in his leg, pretty deeply as well. Jaehwan had extracted the bullet himself, but healing time would take a while.

Perhaps it was all that time he spent lying in the bed that finally got to him. Wishing day in and day out that he could move on his own and not rely on the others. Though his wound wasn’t life-threatening, the function of his leg could have been damaged if it didn’t heal correctly. He was actually thankful that Hakyeon had convinced Jaehwan to forgo the restraints to make sure he stayed in bed. He promised to be a good boy after all. And it seemed that promise is what led to his current dismal thought process.

What could he possibly do to get Ravi to notice him once more? To stop so easily offering himself to the others. While he didn’t care if they switched, Ravi was supposed to be his top, his dominant. And yet so easily the other slipped through his fingers and became their bottom. Their slut. It was both sickening and painful in a way his brain could barely comprehend and his heart could handle. He was feeling...desperate. That’s probably why he listened to Hyuk. While the other was still young and learning of their ways, he was smart, with great ideas. There had to have been something that would connect the two of them together again and Hyuk’s suggestion of Ravi meeting his (Hongbin’s) needs was the answer.

Hongbin’s needs were to have Ravi back with him. The tough, dominant man that had waltzed into his life years ago and professed his loved. He even stuck around after finding out Hongbin’s secret, and it was a big secret as it was. He couldn’t shake his tattooed lover even if he wanted to and it was that determination that drew Hongbin to Ravi. The will to stay and dominate, to thoroughly know what Hongbin needed inside and out. That’s why he was with Ravi. But that had changed...but now he would get it back.

And the blue collar is what would help with that.

It took a lot of courage for him to strip his clothes off and adorn the blue collar. It fit perfectly, just like the first day he wore it. The silky material stroked the smooth column of flesh as if it were greeting an old friend. Clipping the hooks together, Hongbin ran his fingers over the material before stroking the pendant that rested heavily just above his collar bones. Without even staring at the mirror, he knew the dragon was glinting in the light, a reflective material that Ravi claimed was sacred, blessed almost to be able to give Hongbin the comfort and love he desired if Ravi wasn’t around for some reason. And while Hongbin so desperately wanted to believe that, he couldn’t. Because though he was wearing the collar, he felt no love, no comfort. Only emptiness and fear.

A deep sigh left Hongbin and he had to sit back on the bed in fear his legs would give out under him. It was hard for him, to have the courage. This was different than a mission. On a mission, everything was precise and calculated. He knew the target, knew the details. He had his gun loaded, freshly clean, and ready for use. In and out. He knew times and locations. Everything was planned, right down to the last breath before he shot his gun. This...this wasn’t a mission. This wasn't calculated or precise. This was raw vulnerability; a pleading show to gain back what he lost with fear of it never actually returning. This was his heart that was being displayed so openly. His mind, his body, and soul hung on the thin line that could lead to eternal happiness or eternal pain. It was a fine line that Hongbin was so scared to cross, but at the same time, he knew he needed to cross it.

Weary brown eyes turned to the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by. It was getting close to the time when Ravi would return. From where Hongbin was never sure, but he never asked. He didn’t pry. They all had outside lives outside their little family. They did what they wanted, when they wanted, so long as it didn’t interfere with their missions. What Ravi did was up to him, but a part of Hongbin couldn’t help but worry and fret that maybe the other lost interest in him because he had found someone else.

It was a possible reality that he didn’t want to exist.

Closing his eyes, he took in a few more steady breaths before he stood once more. He had more strength in his legs which he was grateful for and slowly he began stripping. There was no one he was trying to show off for, just that he was taking his time, keeping himself moving. He was sure that if he didn’t have anything to do while he waited, he would chicken out and run and hide, and he honestly hated doing that.

The last piece of clothing was tossed to the floor and Hongbin stood in the middle of the room naked. He looked over his body for a moment, taking in his taut, flat stomach and shapely thighs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but in his line of work, he didn’t need to be. He used his slim build in his favor, many people underestimating the strength that lay hidden inside. He was sure he was attractive enough to catch anyone that he wanted, or at least that’s what he liked to think. So why? That’s really all he wanted to know. Why the sudden change in Ravi?

Why?

The sound of feet heading for the room caught his attention and Hongbin moved quickly onto the bed, kneeling in the center of it, head bowed slightly as he waited patiently. The door to the room opened, followed by two steps before they stopped and a slight gasp filled the otherwise quiet room.

“B-Babe?”

“Master.” Hongbin whispered gently, never once lifting his head. He did, however, watch Ravi out of the corner of his eye as best he could, though it was hard to really see and focus on the other. Silence filled the room shortly after, both males waiting for what to happen next. One knowing it was his place to wait, the other was unsure of how to approach the situation or why it was really happening.

“Hongbin.” Ravi whispered gently, taking a few tentative steps forward. He sounded so surprised, but that was a good thing. Hongbin wanted him to be surprised. He wanted Ravi to see the steps he was taking to work on their relationship, to make it amazing again. To make it simply exist once more. He felt the gentle touch to his bare shoulder; strong, calloused fingers stroking the skin gently. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Waiting for my master.” Hongbin replied instantly as he had trained himself. Like he knew Ravi liked it. Yet the sigh that fell from the other’s lips told him otherwise. It wasn’t a happy sigh or a needy sigh. It was a ‘sigh’ sigh and Hongbin could feel his chest tightening. What had he done to make Ravi feel this way about him? What was wrong with him? Was he ugly? Was he boring? Was it because he himself was more of a bottom than a top? Was that the issue? Was Ravi honestly wanting someone to top him more now than ever before?

He couldn’t… The simple thought of losing Ravi because of this was killing him. He couldn’t lose someone he had come to love and held so dear in his heart. Was a simple sexual role going to be the downfall of what he had deemed as true love so long ago? Was this the end?

“Hongbin.” Those same callous fingers slid under his chin and pressed upwards, and despite Hongbin’s struggle, they forced him to lift his head, deep brown eyes staring up into beautiful blue orbs that were only made to be so breathtaking by the contacts the other was wearing. “You don't need to do this.” He said and Hongbin nearly choked on his breath. This was it. He could feel it. The end.

“I have to!” Hongbin protested, voice wavering. He could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't let himself cry. Not yet. Not like this. Ravi was a bit taken aback at the protest, his eyes wide with confusion. He didn't understand it. Why was the other acting like this.

“Why? Why Hongbin?”

“For you!” Hongbin told him, eyes sparkling with his unshed tears. “I do this for you. You are my master and I love you.” He confessed. “I can't...I can't lose you. Ravi please.” His voice tapered off at the end, voice so soft that the words were barely audible, yet spoke in such volumes. Hongbin expected the silence that came next. He also expected for Ravi to leave. Or tell him how disgusting he was and how he no longer loved him. What he didn't expect was for those strong arms to wrap around him. He was still, eyes wide as he was engulfed in Ravi’s arms, the sweet musk of the other filling his nose as the warmth and sense of security washed over him. It was so familiar and it was love, which made it all the harder for him to relax.

“Binnie, what makes you think you're going to lose me?” Ravi asked gently. Hongbin chewed his bottom lip, hands reaching up to grip at the arms wrapped around him.

“Because.” He whispered, eyes closing as he lowered his head. “You don't...we never...together…” he stumbled over his words, fighting back the years that wanted so hard to escape him. “All you do is sleep with them anymore. You never top me anymore, you don't look at me with the same lust as you do the others.” The words fell from his lips like the water breaking through a dam. He couldn't contain them, nor think of a way yo delicate put the situation. He simply spoke of his feelings at the time.

“You’re wrong.” Ravi snapped at the accusations. He didn't like what Hongbin was saying, but there was some truth to of and he knew it. Things were different, but that didn't mean Ravi wanted to end the relationship. He loved Hongbin, so greatly. “It's not true.”

“It is!” Hongbin whimpered, fingers clutching tighter go Ravi’s arms. “It's true and I'm so scared you'll leave me. You'll leave me to find someone who pleases you.”

Ravi gripped Hongbin’s chin and forced the other to look at him. “You please me. I want nobody but you.” He whispered, staring intently at the other. “I love you Hongbin. Yes, there are times when I want to be bottom but I love you. Whether you top me or bottom to me. I will always love you.” His confession was hard and sure, raw emotions swimming in Ravi’s eyes he spoke, near similar emotions reflected in Hongbin’s.

“I love you Ravi.” He pulled from the other and slung his arms around Ravi’s neck, holding him close. “I just...I can't take it anymore. I miss you and need you. I need my dominant bear.” The tears finally broke free and he started sobbing. Ravi’s arms simply tightened around him, pulling him closer. Soft kisses peppered his head for a moment before Ravi paused.

“I'm still here baby. I'm so sorry if you felt neglected.” Ravi whispered. “Let me make it up to you.” Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, Ravi smiled gently down at Hongbin. “Can I make it up to you?” Hongbin nodded, more than willing to have Ravi make it up to him. His heart felt like it was soaring, just from the simple fact that Ravi wanted him, loved him, and cherished him.

“Please.” The plead struck Ravi hard, his eyes softening a great deal as he cupped Hongbin’s cheeks and pulled him in close, kissing him deeply. Hongbin’s head tilted up slowly and to the side, letting Ravi take control of the kiss like he so desperately needed. He needed Ravi to control everything. Ravi’s tongue ran across his lips and he parted them with ease, letting it slither into his mouth. He felt so full with it, soft moans leaving as Ravi licked and teased his mouth in any way possible. His own tongue moved slowly, curling and sliding against Ravi’s as the kiss grew hotter. The tension grew stronger between them and Hongbin couldn’t help but moan as his senses were completely overtaken by the other.

Ravi’s hands moved over his sides and up his body, calloused fingers stroking over scarred skin. Tingles of pleasure coursed through his body and it had Hongbin trembling. His body moved easily with Ravi’s guidance and he laid back on the bed, legs spreading to accommodate Ravi sitting between them. He trailed his lips down Hongbin’s neck, pressing tender kisses overexposed skin before pressing equally tender kisses over his the collar. He loved the collar, the dark and light blue that contrasted so beautifully against his pale skin. When he had seen it in the window, he knew he needed to have it, to give it to the one special person in his life.

“Wonshik.” Hongbin whispered as he shivered, Ravi’s tongue coming out to lick over his neck. The light touches of the flicking tongue were teasing his nerves, setting them on fire. Ravi pulled back and looked down at the other, smirking.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby. So perfect.” he whispered, watching as a flush spread over Hongbin’s cheeks. “I love you so much baby.” he cooed gently and dipped his head back down, capturing Hongbin’s lips in another kiss before he could respond. Laying over him, he pressed down and bucked against him, a sudden gasp leaving him only to be muffled from their connected lips. Ravi’s hands once more moved, gliding over the smooth legs of his lover, lifting them up as he shifted forward. He rocked and ground against the other, his clothed erections scratching against Hongbin’s sensitive member, making him whimper and jerk under him.

“Off.” Hongbin mumbled as he broke the kiss. He reached down and grabbed at Ravi’s shirt, tugging at it hard to try and get it lifted and taken off. He was so hard, his cock twitching against his stomach. It had been so long since they had actually alone time like this when both were healthy and there were no punishments that they needed to give to the enemy. He was excited and he wanted to hurry this along so he could feel the hot length filling and stretching his hole. “Please. Take them off.”  The chuckle that left Ravi had Hongbin pouting, but the other pulled back and took off his shirt nonetheless. The shirt fell to the floor, soon joined by jeans the other had been wearing. No underwear, then again, they usually never wore underwear.

“Better?” Ravi asked as he laid back over Hongbin, bare flesh pressed against bare flesh. Hongbin groaned out and arched his back, panting softly.

“God yes.” he whispered and smiled at him. “Feels so good.” Hongbin’s hands grasped at Ravi’s sides, stroking over the other’s body and just feeling him. It had been way too long since they had been so close like this and it felt like they were experiencing each other’s touches for the first time again. Ravi chuckled softly, lips once more traveling down Hongbin’s body, pulling sweet moans and soft sighs with each kiss and swipe of the tongue. Ravi found a dusky nipple, tongue flicking lightly against it, feeling it harden with each passing swipe. Hongbin shivered under him, whimpers of lust leaving him, a soft plea wanting to leave his lips, but it got caught in his throat as the warm lips wrapped around his nipple and sucked on his nipple like a hungry man.

“Oh my god.” Hongbin panted and shivered in pleasure, back arching slightly. “Ravi.” Fingers tangled in short locks, tugging to keep the head against his chest. His nipples were always a sensitive part of his body, and he loved it when anyone teased them. “More.” he begged softly. Ravi chuckled around the nipple, teeth nipping at the small pebble. Pulling off, he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, hands reaching down to still the twitching and moving hips. “Nngh~”

Ravi enjoyed the teasing he was doing. Hongbin was so responsive to everything that he did and it pleased Ravi so much. Why they had waited so long to reconnect was beyond him. But he was glad they were doing it before he actually lost the love of his life. Moving away from his nipple, Ravi moved down the other’s body, lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down his chest. The hands in his hair tightened as he moved further, growing closer to the hardness resting against Hongbin’s abdomen. The head was an angry red, glistening as precum pearled at the tip and slid down. Ravi knew what the other wanted and he wanted to taste the other, but at the same time, he wanted to continue to tease the other.

“Please.” Hongbin pleaded.

Ravi decided to indulge the other, simply for the fact that it had been so long since it had been the two of them. His lips parted and he took the head into his mouth, a soft moan leaving him as the sweet taste of his lover filled him. Hongbin’s body shook and arched at the sensation, needy moans leaving his parted lips as fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks. He pulled hard and Ravi groaned, taking the hard flesh further into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

“Yes, Ravi~” he groaned out, eyes screwed shut as he focused on the pleasure coursing through his body. The heat curled tightly within his gut and he knew he wouldn’t last long. And while the thought of cumming now was so appealing to him, Hongbin wanted to hold back. He wanted to cum only when he had Ravi inside him and he couldn’t wait. He gave Ravi’s hair a few more tugs, trying to get the other up and off his cock before he came. Ravi came up reluctantly and with a loud pop. He licked his red lips with a hum, lidded eyes staring down at Hongbin.

“Baby?”

“Please. Need you inside me.” Hongbin whispered, his legs parting as wide as he could get them, trying to entice Ravi with a view of his hole. Ravi chuckled at the almost pleading tone of the other and he sat up. He wasn’t about to deny his lover the pleasure he wanted and it had been so long since they had been together. He stripped himself of his clothes, tossing them to the ground as he leaned over and searched for the lube in their bedside table.

Things felt foreign him, and he realized just how long it had been. Grabbing the bottle, he opened the bottle and poured some on his hand, pausing for a moment. “Prep or ?”

“No. Just please.” Hongbin whispered, eyes locked with the hand, waiting to watch it smooth that lube on the hard flesh hanging between Ravi’s legs. Ravi chuckled and nodded as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it and coating it with the lube. He groaned at the friction that it brought, the pleasure heightening slightly in his body. Hongbin licked his lips as he watched the hand move, watched the way precum pearled at the tip before being swiped away. Pulling his hand back, Ravi moved to sit between Hongbin’s legs and grinned, pressing the tip of his cock against the rosy bud.

“Ravi. Please.” he begged and pressed down on the cock.

“You beg so nicely baby.” Ravi cooed lightly and slowly pushed his cock into Hongbin. The breach was slightly painful but felt so good nonetheless. Hongbin hadn’t felt so stretched in such a long time it was like he had regained his virginity back. Ravi moved slowly, sinking his cock in inch by inch, eyes locked on Hongbin’s face, watching for any signs of pain or displeasure.

“So good.” Hongbin whispered, his body relaxing under Ravi’s. There was a slight sting from the penetration, but his body soon adjusted to it and all he could feel was pleasure. The pleasure of having Ravin inside him once more. His hips rolled up and pushed down on Ravi, forcing the other deeper inside of him. “Oh my god.” he panted. Groaning softly, Ravi gripped Hongbin’s hips tightly and pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. There was slight resistance on the first few thrusts, but eventually, Hongbin’s hole relaxed enough for him to be able to thrust into him easily. Soft moans and needy pants left the younger male as the pleasure coursed through his body. Ravi’s hands slid down and gripped Hongbin’s thighs, lifting them up as he started a hard and fast pace.

“Fuck. So tight.” Ravi growled as he pounded into the hot, tight heat, hissing deeply as he bottomed out each and every time. Their moans mingled together with the loud smacking of skin against skin. Bodies rocked as they desperately chased after their release, hands clawing and clutching to each other in a haze of pleasure. Ravi’s hips angled, the head of his cock pressing into the squishy ball of nerves inside of Hongbin, a smirk playing on his lips at the loud cry that left the other. Hongbin threw his head back as he moaned heavily, neck stretched and arched so eloquently and was accentuated so beautifully by the collar that it had the heat inside Ravi coiling tighter with arousal.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ravi grunted and gave harder thrusts, balls slapping hard against Hongbin’s ass. Nails dug deep into his back, pulling a harsh hiss from him as Hongbin whimpered and shuddered under him.

“Can’t...can’t hold back.” he panted and bucked into him. “Gonna cum..Ravi.” he groaned out and jerked under him, his cock heavy and twitching against his stomach, precum oozing from the tip. Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Hongbin’s cock and pumped it quickly, enjoying the cries of pleasure he pulled from the other.

“Ravi! Oh fuck Ravi!” he cried out loudly and clenched around the other. He couldn’t stop the coil from breaking and he gave a hoarse shout as he came, cum coating Ravi’s hand as his cock twitched and pulsed. The hole around him clench and Ravi let out a deep grunt as he kept thrusting into Hongbin. The other was trying so hard to milk his cock and it felt so amazing. Ravi wanted to try and hold out, but he couldn’t. Hongbin was just so tight and hot. Growling out, Ravi thrusted in once more, pushing deep into the other. Leaning over Hongbin, he bit into his shoulder to muffle his cry as he came hard inside the other. Hongbin moaned out as he was filled, body twitching in pleasure.

Licking his lips, he panted as he looked up at Ravi, smiling softly. “Fuck.” he whispered. Ravi could only chuckle as Hongbin wrapped his arms around him and pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips moved together slowly, the kiss slow and lax as they both worked to calm their heated bodies.

Pulling back from the kiss, Hongbin looked into Ravi’s eyes and gave a heartfelt smile. “I love you. So much. You don’t understand how much this means to me.” he whispered. Ravi nodded his head and stroked Hongbin’s cheek gently. He really didn’t know how much it had meant to Hongbin. He didn’t know how much this whole ordeal had hurt the other. But he could see it now and he was so glad he could change the outcome. Because he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to live without Hongbin. Hongbin was his world and while he loved being with the others, he loved Hongbin more; he was in love with him.

“I love you too baby.” Ravi cooed and kissed him once more. “Don’t you ever forget it. No matter what’s going on in our lives or who we may favor for a while, you are mine and I love you.” he told him with a soft voice.

“I will never doubt again. I swear.” Hongbin whispered.

“Good.” Ravi hummed as he slowly laid down, rolling them onto their sides. He didn’t pull out right away because he had missed this connection and didn’t want them to part so quickly. Blankets wrapped around them and he sighed as he snuggled into the covers, his head resting on the pillow as Hongbin snuggled against his chest. They laid in silence for a while, just listening to each other’s breathing and trying to match them in sync. Eventually, Ravi realized that Hongbin was no longer trying to sync their breathing and his had even out considerably. He looked down at the other and chuckled as Hongbin slept peacefully against him. Ravi settled down against him and pressed a kiss against his head. With a soft hum, he closed his own eyes and let himself follow his lover’s footsteps and fell asleep, mind filled with happy dreams of him and Hongbin together for many in the future.

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