#not on ur fuckin LIFE buddy

[apprenticestanheight]

Adam being found in the trap and the reader helping him recover afterwards? Love ur stuff!!!

Peaceful- Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

hi!! Thank you for sending this in--I know it's been a couple of weeks but thank you and I'm sorry it's taken so long. Life and demotivation and bad object permanence have all gotten in the way recently and so this request slipped away from my mind for a while there, but if you're reading, anon, I really do hope this was worth the wait!

Fic type- this is a somewhat healthy balance of angst and fluff, though the angst is a bit heavy so the scales might be somewhat uneven

Warnings- this is very unedited oops

Adam is found only thanks to Lawrences insistences as he's put onto a stretcher. Lawrence had mustered what limited strength he had left to tell paramedics to get the cops to investigate the building he'd crawled out of, and thankfully they'd listened.

Adam is found four days out from his initial capture, and in that time you'd been worried sick. Scott had given you Xanax from a buddy of a buddy just to get you to calm down, and even then, despite looking calm on your exterior, your mind was clouded with thoughts of Adam and such remained as you haggled the police to start looking for him.

Your entire body pretty much floods with relief when you answer an unknown caller from the landline and hear the voice of a nurse, informing you that you were the first person on Adam Stanheights emergency contact list and that he was in the hospital, being treated for a severe shoulder wound that had been left to fester for nearly a week.

You go see him the day after you're called, and Adam manages a small smile when he sees you entering the room, wearing one of his sweaters and likely harboring his last known pack of cigarettes in the pocket so that you could calm yourself down with an excuse to go outside when you got the jitters.

"Thief," Adam says, adjusting his bed so that he's sitting up. His shoulder is in wicked pain and he wants to be mad about it but seeing you has pretty much made feeling anything other than relief impossible. "My sweater, probably my cigarettes too."

Adam laughs when you freeze, clearly not having meant to walk in while he was awake, let alone feeling brazen. You approach and sit in the weird comfortable-but-not reclining chair on his left, lightly hitting the space near his thigh as you do.

"Shut up," you murmur. "It smelled like you, okay? And as for the cigarettes--yes, I did steal them but that was because they looked lonely, and I figured it was a few days where I didn't have to buy a pack. Haggling the police is stressful enough, I deserved a break."

"You haggled the police?" Adam asks. "Isn't that grounds for harassment?"

"Well, one very angry FBI agent made sure to make that clear to me the day before you were found, but I don't have any regrets. I was worried--worried to the point of Scott feeling the need to get me fuckin' Xanax."

Adam snorts, scoffing a little. "He knows a few dealers who've been bugging him to start feeding them clientele," he says. "Of course he'd use my disappearance as the opportunity to buy a bottle. Fucking lunatic."

You grab his hand before you can think about it, and Adam interlaces your fingers without a second thought.

"Are you okay if I spend a few days at yours when I'm released?"

"Of course," you nod. "Yeah--however much time you want, you can spend it at mine."

Adam looks at you, for a minute, like you're the reason that there are stars in the sky at night. You bring his hand to your lips and press a kiss against it, telling him to rest because he'd been trapped for four days and could probably use some to replace the sleep he'd missed out on.

He makes a quip about how little he'll sleep when he's at yours, closes his eyes and rests his cheek against his pillow as you scoff, saying: "You wish, Stanheight," as he drifts off.

-

Adam gets released a week later, and when he comes to stay at your place, you learn that Adam has a whole new host of fears to accompany the trauma of being trapped with what seemed like no way out.

He doesn't really like the dark and is afraid of the water, and just about anything is small enough to set off his anger issues or make him start quipping, sarcasm dripping from his tone like no tomorrow.

Of course, that ends up culminating in a fight between the two of you, which are rare to speak of because you've just--you've rarely fought.

It's something that Adam prides himself on--despite thinking of himself as an inherently angry person, he's not prone to flipping his lid as much as he used to be.

You two had been together for three years at that point, and Adam was very anger prone during the opening stages of your relationship so fights were common, but he'd done his best and worked on it and two years and nine months gone, he'd stopped being so quick to anger with regard to you. He kept himself in check because fighting was exhausting and he hated fighting with you as it were, so communication had become a big thing for you two and it was one of the reasons the two of you were so tight knit.

But then, after his trap, Adam stopped communicating because he knew you wouldn't understand and what was the point in talking if you wouldn't get it? Adam had stopped communicating with regard to that because it was just--he thought it was easier that way.

But of course, you didn't feel the same. You felt like he was shutting you out and you hated that, and it all culminated some night in the middle of September.

"You're just--you're not getting it!" You're shouting, standing by the fridge where Adam sits at the dining room table. "You're not understanding my perspective, Adam. Pete's sake, it's like trying to talk to a goddamned brick wall."

"There's nothing to understand, Y/N!" Adam fires back. "There's nothing to discuss, okay? I'm fine! I've been fine--everything is fine with me and you thinking otherwise is not helping because you're trying to pry to get answers and I just fuckin' hate that shit, and you know it, and you're doing it to aggravate me!"

"I'm not doing anything to aggravate you, Adam," you pause, turning around and pressing your forehead against the steel of your fridge. You let your eyes close. "I'm trying to fucking understand, okay?"

"There's nothing to understand!" Adam screams. "I was put into a trap, okay? I was shot and I killed someone and I was left for fucking dead--you don't get that. It's not your job to get that, and I'm not asking you to so stop trying!"

"I want to understand, Adam," you try to keep your voice level. "I want to understand because I want to help you, all right? I want to make sure that you're okay because you're clearly incapable of doing so yourself so someone fucking has to!"

"You're a goddamned lunatic," Adam shouts. "Fuck, I fell in love with a lunatic! Good job, me! I don't need help, Y/N. I'm not worthy of a fucking pity party, nor am I your goddamned charity case. Stop trying to fix me--I'm fine, okay? And when I say I'm fine, you need to either believe it or get the fuck out of my life!"

You mull over the words for maybe ten seconds before you speak again.

"Get out," you say, voice monotonous. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, Adam. If you want me gone, then you have to leave because I sure as hell am not going anywhere."

Adam sighs. "Fine," he says. "If that's how you wanna be, then I'll go. We're done."

"Whatever you say, Stanheight," you shrug. "If you don't want help, then fine. I won't give it to you, but I'm not going to stick around just for you to shut me out. That is not who I am and I will not be that person just to give you comfort."

You don't look at him, only hear his footsteps and the wall-shaking slam of the door signaling that he's gone.

Once he's left, you move to the counter, brace your hands against it and start quietly crying.

Adam goes to his apartment, finding solace in both the bottle of whiskey that sits in one of his cabinets and the stray cat he's been feeding since he moved in.

--

Two and a half days go by before Adam is at your apartment, an apology on the tip of his tongue and your favorite CDs in a care basket he carries, that he had to buy with two last minute PI jobs that he hopes the Jigsaw killer isn't going to bust his ass for.

You answer the door within thirty seconds after Adam knocks, and selfishly Adam is kind of relieved to sere you look as much of a wreck as he does.

He grins sadly at you. "I don't wanna break up," he says. "I don't know why I said that, and I'm really sorry--this trap shit has messed me up and I swear, I didn't mean to take it out on you."

You look about ready to collapse in his arms, but you at least have the decency to let him in first, nodding your agreement as you do. Once the door closes, Adam puts the basket onto the floor and hugs you as tightly as he can muster.

"'M sorry, baby," he says, finally letting out the guilt that has had two days to fester. "I didn't mean to snap, I swear."

"I know," you nod. "I know, Adam, and I know that I can't understand what you've been through but I just--I want to help you, okay? I know you're not okay because I can see it, and I just want to make sure you know I care. I'm sorry if I've been overbearing about it but I just--seeing you like you've been lately? I love you so much, but it's been unbearable. I hate it because I know you're in pain and you're not letting me help."

He pulls away just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, holding your face like he has his entire world between his palms.

"I don't want you to feel like you need to try and fix me," Adam murmurs as your hands find his forearms. You run your hands up and down them, trying to soothe both his anxiety and your own. "I don't need to be fixed, Y/N, and I don't wanna be. I don't wanna be a charity case, okay? If I'm too fucked up you're allowed to let me go."

"You're not a charity case, Stanheight," you say it with a laugh following along through your words, and as Adam presses another lingering kiss to your forehead he knows you're smiling. "Even if I wanted you to be, you wouldn't let me turn you into one. I just wanna--I wanna know, what's happened to you and what I can to do help you when the going gets tough, all right? That's all I'm asking for, I promise."

"Okay," Adam murmurs, and he knows he's agreeing to it both for his sake and your own. He didn't want to lose you but he also needed someone, and so it worked out in it's own mysterious way. "I can do that, Y/N."

And then he's pulling away just enough to meet your gaze, and you have a tear running down your cheek, but you're smiling.

"I love you," you whisper.

Adam leans in and you let him kiss you in a way that says that he loves you more, in a way that says every single thing that Adam cannot find it in himself to speak at the current.

-

Adam opens up to you that night. It happens long after you've eaten your Chinese food and before you've bothered to light candles in order to save on your light bill, but the conversation is very long and ends up with Adam having a break down while you press a soothing kiss to his forehead and he asks if you have any bowls to smoke so that he can ease his anxieties. All in all, though, you both end up thinking it's worth it because, by the conversations end, you're on the same wavelength again and that is one of the best feelings in both of your experiences.

You quickly devise strategies to distract him when his anxiety kicks up, be it with a story of a stray you saw while on a walk through the Jersey gardens or offering to watch a crappy 60s era horror movie after you've smoked a bowl or two. You learn what his tells are, when something is triggering his trauma, and along with learning his tells you learn to act accordingly.

Like, when a few weeks after he's escaped, a story of possible Jigsaw victims in Mexico makes it to your local news channel and his anxiety kicks back in despite the fact Mexico and Jersey are a good enough distance away from each other, you notice the first of his tells.

The first of his tells is the fact that his gaze moves to his hands. He scrutinizes his nails at first and will start picking at them with a moments notice, so you stop that. You change the channel to one of the ones that just plays adorable cat segments on loop and grin as you steal his hand away from his gaze, interlacing your fingers with his and using that as a means to lift his arm. Lifting his arm in turn allows you to move closer and let go of his hand as you drape his arm across your shoulders and press a kiss to his jawline as he smiles nervously.

"Everything is okay," you say, grinning in as much of an assured manner as you can. "He's still on the loose, sure, but he's on the loose in Mexico. That's not nearly as scary as him being on the loose here."

"You're trying to help," Adam murmurs. "Thank you for trying, but talking about him isn't really helpful."

You think on the next topic of conversation for a solid twelve seconds.

"Well, how's the stray you've been feeding?"

"Graycie? She's good! Been looking for a new place and I think I'll just bring her with me when I go. Found a decent job last week so all I have to do is find a place within range and I'm pretty much set."

"Move in with me," you suggest, blurting the words out before you can stop yourself. "I mean--it's been three years anyway and the rent here is only a third of the paycheck I make working in marketing so you realistically don't have to pay any at all! You can cover groceries or utilities or something, if you're adamant about contributing. The building is also pet friendly so there's definitely that."

Adam blinks surprisedly, mouth open in somewhat shock. "You're--you're sure?"

"It's either you move in or you life in the building you were taken from, which also has roaches," you shrug. "Plus--the bed gets really lonely at night without you and your intense body heat. I can help you move out, Adam, and we can live together, share a car, do all of the silly couple shit."

Adams face breaks out into a grin, and he nods. "Yeah," he says. "I'll do silly couple shit with you, Y/N, including moving in--long as I get to bring the stray with me."

"I thought the two of you were a package deal," you laugh. "Of course--I'm eager to meet the stink, anyway."

Adam laughs, presses several kisses along the scope of your jawline and by your earlobe, and suddenly what originated as a need to stop his anxious mind from being as it does has turned into a rather momentous, joyous occasion that would probably call for a bottle of wine if it weren't five o'clock on an October Monday.

all in all, your existence becomes a very peaceful one, even when you have to help Adam through bouts where the trauma comes up in the form of memories and triggers.

It's a peaceful existence, and it is one that you love for it's peace.

[glittery-ishfish]

Baltic +Poland Shenanigans

Estonia: *evil laughter* You fool! I have 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS!

Latvia: —Let’s see him name five famous people and I’ll name five birds, I’ll name a hundred birds!

Estonia: Nobody wants your birds, Latvia!

Latvia: PLEAAASEEE!!!

Lithuania: I should’ve left you on that street corner where you were standing.

Poland:…Buchya didn't!

Lithuania: Just realizing that I’m the kind of pretty only girls think is pretty.

Poland: I don’t think I’m pretty, I think I’m extrordinary. Boys and girls, tell me what you think…

Who wants me! I don’t want a relationship.

*sips drink*

Poland: I want your money!

Lithuania: What happens when you drink the potion?

Estonia: After you drink it…you turn into ligma!

Lithuania: What's ‘ligma’?

Estonia: *Grins deviously*

Poland: So what did Stacy say yesta'day~?

Lithuania: Po, I'm not really in a position to talk very much right now.

Poland: Aoww, ye jus' bein' coyy~!

Latvia:…😧You’re gay🤯?!

Estonia:…🤨You’re gay😒

Lithuania:…👀You’re one of them queers🧐~?

Poland:…Euhm~, 💅Ur girly pop✨! Euhm~!

Random Russia:…👹BÆAAÃ4RRUFF👺

Poland: Oh, this is taking one million percent of my concentration right now.

Latvia: Alright. For me though, I could fuckin’ tell my life story, here we go—

Poland: Really?

Latvia: —At age six, I was born without a face.

Lithuania: Here’s my letter of resignation, you can roll it up into a tight little wad and shove it up your dick!

Lithuania: Do you want this open or closed?

Lithuania: He needs to learn some morals and values!

Estonia: Look at him and tell me there's a God!

Poland: He made me in his own image:D

These four people create the PERFECT friend group. Right, guys?

Latvia: No, I can’t have coffee with creamer in it, it makes me shit my pants.

Estonia: DON’T BE A PUSSY! What, are you going to let milk run your life? “Oh yes, Daddy Milk, I will do whatever you say!”

Lithuania: Hey! You don’t have to drink that. Stop trying to make people shit their pants!

Poland: I'm Harry Styles. Sorry, you said you shit Japan???

Latvia: Estonia? Estonia, you're an asshole, man.

Estonia: You are what you eat, Latvia👈👈😎

Estonia: Wow, it sure does smell like wrong-dog in here!

Lithuania:…oh, buddy…

Estonia: *Laughing/crying*…Ask!

Estonia: Latvia looks like some rye bread that a cape got on.

Latvia: *deadpan* You look like if Hepatitis was a person.

Lithuania: *Laughter*

Lithuania: Why are you handing me trash?

Poland: It's not trash, it's a sympathy card.

Lithuania: This is a CVS receipt, on the back of which you wrote ‘Zoinks, Scoob’ in crayon.

[stillthe1]

for the fluffy prompts, may I ask 6 and 9? you choose the pairing darling👀💖💖

ps

I LOVE YOU💖

HI. HI GI BABY. i made you a wlw maxiel special for you. your favorite lesbians are following ur prompts, dancing and making bets together.

nsfw cuz i always end up here. [points at horny jail]

Maxine didn’t know what kind of alcohol was in her cup. She only knew how hard it was hitting her and how hearing She Wolf by Shakira made her feel alive. 

The blue lights at the club danced across Dani, hitting her in all the right angles; her hips, her curls, her nose, and fucking christ.

Maxie didn’t need a constant reminder hangin’ around, flaunting all that bare skin at her. She already knew how in love she was with Dani effing Ricciardo. She knew that no one would compare to her, to the smile that Dani seemed to save for her, for that honking laugh that follows her around since her start on Formula One.

No one could compare to her girl.

Not even her fuck buddies or random fucks. Her only will always be her. No matter how Charlotte rolls her eyes at Max whenever she talks and talks about Dani, or how Mick makes fun of how in love she is.

It all fades away as she looks at Dani, the bitch, moving her hips to the music and enjoying the looks of everyone in awe of her. Dani knew she was looking, clearly, but it was fine. No one could ever look away from her. 

Max takes a step toward Dani and finds her halfway there. She smiles brightly at Max, skin wet with sweat and making her crop top cling more to her boobs. 

Dani looked even hotter up close, and the smell of her cologne and body lotion all mixed up with sweat made Max dizzy. She will blame everything on it. And the alcohol. 

“Daniii. Wanna dance with me?” She looks up from her eyelashes innocently, and for good measure, tilts her head to the side, showing her strong neck to Dani. “Pretty please?”

She takes pleasure in watching her one true love blush at the sight of her, as submissive as Max would ever be. Always a bit more around her, following her lead at every chance she gets.

“It would be my pleasure, dear Maxie. But… are you sure you can take this, honey?” The infamous Ricciardo smirk is back on Dani’s lips, and Max can’t help but tremble a bit.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

“I can. I can take it all.” Dani’s eyes darken at that, and Max takes it as a win. Well. In for a penny, in for a pond. “Maybe we can make it a bet? Whoever gets more… horny… loses.”

Max sells the deal with a charming laugh, winking right at Dani. She will win this, no matter what. If she has to play dirty, she will. Not that it would be a sacrifice for her.

“Deal. Fuckin’ deal, Maxie.”

⋆

Dani doesn’t understand how she could be this fucking stupid. Who in their right mind made a bet about this? Who in their right mind would bet against Maxine Verstappen?

This was hell. This was heaven. Both and neither at the same time.

Max was grinding against Dani in a dirty, dirty way and Dani will die right here. In an unknown club across Europe, packed with other drivers and fans alike. 

She had always assumed her death will be Max’s fault, anyway. And now, with the perfect view of Maxie’s ass pressed to Dani’s pussy, moving in circular motions, she felt like the world was about to implode. Nothing made sense, and life was fucking great. 

“Fucking hell, Maxie.” The moan she let out could not be helped, not when her Maxie was the one driving her insane. She moved her hand to Max’s throat, forcing Max to look her right in the eye. “You are dirty, huh, baby? I thought you would be a good girl for me…”

She tightens her hold on Max’s throat slightly before letting go, and Max rewards her with a whimper. Fuck it, she thinks. They were already out of control, no matter what happened after this. 

Dani replaces her hand with her lips and finally bites into that thick neck that drives her insane. Buries her nose into it, and groans at the smell of Max’s perfume. Vanilla, cocoa, and something spicy. It makes her brain melt.

Heaven is Max Verstappen, Dani thinks half deliriously. And she’s all mine.

She sucks a hickey into Max’s neck and moves her other hand slowly down down down. Down into where Max needs her the most, going by the needy sound she makes, high and desperate. 

Nothing would ever top this, nothing could be better than having her favorite girl at her mercy. She was aware that they were being observed, and it only made her hornier. Max, for the first time ever, was letting Dani have her. And at the same time, she was letting Dani stake her claim on her. Fffuck. Nothing would boost her ego quicker, truly.

 She was her champion, since day one. Her everything. And nothing could feel better than Max, grinding against Dani’s hand right in front of everybody they knew. 

“Are you mine, Maxie?” She crooned, pushing her accent to the max just to see her girl tremble on her arms. “I think you are. I think you’ve always been mine. Since the moment we saw each other, huh?”

She wanted to swallow Max’s whimper, she wanted, she wanted, she wanted. She felt crazy, so full of feelings and that horniness blurring everything together.

“Yes! Yes, I’ve always been yours, Dani, of course–” Max's voice feels like syrup, scratchy and hot as hell. “I want to be yours, please. Please, Dani.”

Fuck. She had her girl begging at her, and nothing could ever stop Dani from giving everything she has and will ever have to Max. The love of her life.

“I will give you whatever you want, my angel. Whatever you need, you’ll have.” She presses her palm right on Max’s pussy, her knuckles searching for her clit. Suddenly, she could feel Maxie’s thighs spasm around her arm. Atta girl. “I will always be yours, Maxie. I have always been.”

Dani bites Max’s earlobe, pulling it slowly just to let it go, and blowing cold air afterward.  Just to be mean, she whispers. “I win, baby.”

[excaive]

How does one verbalize :3o’s name? Also what are they? Are they a human with one big parasite (or several)?

:3o (many just say three-oh) is Jay's parasite!

:3o is a regen parasite, a parasite that blends in with their host's cells. It's a sub-type transformative parasite! You contract them at a young age as they need a lot of time to kind of calibrate to their host's body, and eventually it has made enough cells of itself to be able to detach if it makes sense to do so.

Regen parasites imprint on your personality and things you like (or. dislike) and get shaped around that and they kind of echo in your head as your 'inner voice but to the left but you don't know any better so that's just normal' until it's developed enough to be its own thing (the line can be very blurry tho, it varies from person to person)

Their appearance vary widely from person to person since they imprint on stuff around you.

:3o is often detached from Jay's body, being very plentiful (meaning they make up 20% or more of their host's body) and do their own thing. They're a funny little (they're over 2 meters tall) guy who loves pranks and stealing catsocks (belonging to Roger). probably sounds like an animal crossing character.

General attributes include:

Regenerative abilities. You heal quickly and your immune system is off the shits. You don't know what an allergy is.

flexibility and nimbleness. HOWEVER. You do weigh more since you're jam-packed with parasite cells, so the nimbleness really depends on how big your parasite is and how much its weight affects you.

Morphing body parts. This depends how plentiful the parasite is and how old you are. The older you are, the more bodily horror you're capable of if you're a freak like that.

Leaves gateway patterns on your skin. SOMETIMES. :3o made the white lines on Jay's face and he also has the white band around his neck.

A special thing with regen parasites is that you cannot get rid of it, or you die, or in the survivable scenario, you get disabled in some way. They kind of become an essential part of your body and function. It's really fuckin hard to get rid of them in the first place so just try to get along, that's worth the effort.

Other transformative parasites you can get rid of and live without (idk why you'd ditch ur cool life buddy like that tho :( ) so regen parasites are special in that way that you're ride or die whether you like it or not. On the flip side, you will be a hard bitch to kill due to the regenerative abilities and you can survive losing limbs or taking severe damage and your parasite will cook up more cells to fill out missing parts, if they're plentiful enough.

For Jay, he uh. got in an gruely accident I won't specify but :3o makes up like more than 80% of Jay's body. That absolutely won't mess with his sense of self for sure :))

Playlists: :3o | Jay

[rockybloo]

I just binged all of ur sharks and kisses content and can I just say I am in LOVE💜

If it's not a bother could u pls give us a rundown on the story/characters?

Ok so BASICALLY mermaids and sirens in my universe are separate entities. Specifically, sirens are what happens when mermaids make babies with deep sea monsters.

Mariana is a princess of the main mermaid kingdom of Sharks and Kisses with her dad being king and her mother being queen. However, her merparents couldn't conceive a child due to the conditions of the water having changed due to years of humans fuckin it up making the magic out of wack.

They struggled with solutions before resorting to getting help from a deep sea being who agreed to aid them on the condition the child would also be theirs. Basically shared custody. The two royals agreed out of desperation. They of course had no plans of revealing the identity of Marian's third parent, nor did they plan on ever returning.

Mariana was born but she showed signs of being a siren even though her parents tried to keep them hidden.

However, even if other people didn't figure out she was a siren, they could still deduce she was "weird" so she struggled with making friends and spent most of her days feeling outcasted from the pretty shimmering mermaid world she was born in.

One day, she winds up finding Donnie after discovering him floating unconscious with a fresh shark bite in his torso. After healing him just enough so that he doesn't bleed out before paramedics could get him, she starts to check the surface periodically to make sure he's still kicking. And during one of these checks, he discovers her and they both wind up becoming quick friends.

Which Donnie greatly needs as he and his family have recently moved into the seaside town and he is struggling hard making buddies. Because even if Donnie is pretty af, he also is a bit of an outcast. Strangely enough, people approach him to try and flirt and date and do not expect to be flooded with marine facts. But he was raised by marine biologist parents so it runs in the family.

Most of Sharks and Kisses focuses on their friendship which turns into a romantic relationship as they both just vibe and try to float on through life with Mariana struggling with the stress of the ocean and royal life like potential suitors, her over protective parents, and the strange calling she hears late at night from the nearby deep af trench while Donnie tries to figure out what to do with his life and how to make a name for himself with two highly successful parents and the weight of expectations.

[inkedmyths]

S2: E1 "In My Time of Dying"

Brought to you by hi, I'm not dead, just very sleepy a lot because of school. Finally answered all those anons, now an episode. Just for you guys.

This episode featuring: Dean's on strike 2 with the near death nonsense, Sam's psychic-ing needs work, don't fear the reaper, and Certified Dad Moments

Woooo recap

[ Kayla: CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON ]

WHSHSHSH THE RADIO GOING as they're like half dead in the car

Oop there goes the demon

Oh no the poor guy that was posessed

RIP Sam is the only one still conscious

Morning sleeping beauty

Hm. Maybe? Creepy empty hospital? Whats up here

[ Silas: color theory ]

Is Dean having one of them out of body experiences

HE SURE IS I CALLED IT

Cmon Sam aren't you psychic

[ Anniss snickers, having apparently forgotten what this guy gets up too. Yeah Sam's just sort of psychic and it's only relevant like half the time. ]

Dean's standing here like AAA IM RIGHT HERE GODDAMMIT

Sooo true Sam but like yeah it is important

Protection since they might be attacked at any time

Dean (out of body) judging their Dad

OH NO THE CAR

Whshshsgsgsv where's Dean is he going MY CARRR

Ohhh Sam are u projecting onto the car

Ohh Bobby knows someth too... what are they hidiiing

Dean is like I WANT TO BE ACTUALLY AWAKE THIS ISN'T FAIR

Oooough hes yelling at his dad... who can't hear him........

UH OH

Somethin zoomed by

Is Dean gonna have to outrun Death or someth... who dis

Hmmmmm thats not good

UH OHH

Oh they are fighting and now Dean can't intervene

OH Dean can knock stuff around!!

WJSHSH DEAN

Uh oh Dean

OH NO

Bitch slap it bitch slap it

Oh Sam is picking up on somthing now!

Okay so there is something haunting the hospital

Dean is going to literally be fighting for his life

Oh someone else is stuck like this!! Hi Tessa! Out of body funtime party! Trying not to die!

Oh whatcha grabbin Sam?

Whshshs now we are just vibing as out-of-body spirits

Oh the spooky! The evil spooky!

Hmmm

Whatcha got there Sam are u gonna put it on Dean to try and talk to him

WAIT DOES HE HAVE

HAHAHAHAHHAA

OUIJA BOARD THATS SO FUNNY

Dean is so offended and put off

"Hunt"

"Reaper"

Hough

:(

Uh oh John is Gone

Ur a terrible father sir

[ Crepe says this is his highest point in being a father, which is terribly ominous. ]

Just a little light Demon Summoning

U h O h

ohhhhh

John buddy what the hell. Literally! Lol. Since we're summoning shit

Hello Demon(s)

MAKE A DEAL?

I don't like this but I guess we have to start somewheeeere

"You can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that" wjshsj love functional families

"We were just starting to be brothers again" AUGH :((

WHSHSHS SHES JUST GIVING HIM THE STAGES OF GRIEF

Damn this is heavy

A Warrior's Death

Ohh. OH THATS HOW ANGRY SPIRITS ARE BORN..... Wough.........

The Colt for Dean.......

Hm? Sam and the other children? Whats the deallll

[ Crepe and Melon are hyping up the upcoming Father Moment. ]

Oh no! Oh boy! Im a fear!

I kind of like this Reaper tbh she's just. Nice. Talking people through their deaths.

[ Crepe says they all do that. ]

Yeah I guess the last one was leashed and pissed about it

OH NO

what the fuck

The doctor: Hm well thats fucking bizarre

Dean doesn't remember????

"Except this pit in my stomache saying something's wrong..."

Hm

Hmm

John: (apologizes and asks not to fight)

Sam: Are you good?? You okay???

(The answer is no)

GOD. Being about to die is one helluva wakeup call. BASTARD

Dean: ??? Fear?? Worried??? Dad what?????

Oh hes telling him someth

???

Dramatically drops the coffee

Howd u drop it upright

Time of death 10:41 AM

Well damn!

Great start to season 2: Dads fuckin dead!

---

I guess that's one hell of a way to kick things off for the season, but damn. Like, after all that work they put into trying to find their dad, then trying to help him, save him... and he dies anyways. So Dean can live.

Crepe and Melon spent several more messages just roasting the hell out of John Winchester, which, while it's probably fair, rather took away from the emotion of the scene LMAO

So uh. Gonna be interesting to see how they go forward from here and what their goal will be.

So. Dad Winchester is dead, the Colt has been taken by That Specific Demon alongside its last bullet, and Dean and Sam are here and traumatized. Interesting.

[dadfag]

love, happiness and good stuff isn’t unrelated to writing dark content? sounds like you’re judging every dark content writer from your high horse man

buddy i write dc i dont know what ur tryin to do. incest, non con, yandere, snuff, stockholm syndrome, sacrilege i've written it all.

but anyways, people are allowed to come to realizations about their own lives. people are definitely allowed to look at themselves and think about their approaches to the content they consume and most importantly, why they consume it. for me, i wrote extremely dark content because it reflected the point i was in my life.

you also took a joke that was made between two friends (my best friend, who knows all this about me) and decided it was some weird grab towards DC creators, without so much as glancing at my masterlist and seeing the stuff i also create. furthermore, this ask reeks of a bitter writer. its also incredibly weird to read ME and MY experience and the reason why I don't write dc like i did and assume im speaking and shitting on others. stop fuckin projecting.

[izzy-b-hands]

not one of the places that gave me a rejection emailing today admitting they didn't get anyone they like from this first round of interviews and they know they told us not to bother to reapply this cycle but also they might still interview us now except they aren't totally sure if or when so no interview scheduling yet but hang on for them in case they do wind up wanting to interview us

this is a joke. life is a fuckin joke. yeah buddy let all these potentially totally unemployed or with not super stable jobs they need to get out of asap folks just hang around and wait for y'all to get ur shit together and play dolls with our applications while we struggle to get by

and despite the frustration i still want an interview lmao

[trkstrnd]

in the spirit of the new year i am going to post some controversial takes

as of january first 2023 i feel

-ice is a social construct

-fancams are edits but edits are not fan cams

-capitalism is a concept fed to people by power hungry politicians who want you to believe that giving everything to keep them in power is better than living a safe, secure life.

-socialism is the way to go.

-dogs are better than cats but only by the tiniest morsel of a whisker upon their fluffy little faces and both are infinitely better than humans

-all reptiles are friend shaped. we just need to be able to read body language.

-insulin should be free (sincerely, a diabetic)

-garlic salt is a completely valid seasoning

-garlic is best vegetable

-vampires need to come up with a vaccine for garlic aversion

-garlic

-rafael silva and sierra mcclain carry 911 lone star on their backs

-tarlos > buddie

-but buddie is cool too

-be kind to each other

-diet cherry coke needs to go back into production

-cool colors are prettier than warm colors

-my friends are the coolest

-lettuce is the worst, most heinous, unethical food to create even in a world with the cattle industry

-climate change is real

-even if you don’t believe it’s real there is quite literally no reason to keep not caring about the environment around you

-like i’m not picking up trash at the park solely because of climate change im picking it up bc the animals might get hurt and it is not aesthetically pleasing

-abolish straws

-or at least just make them a medical supply

-some disabled people need them and that is okay but u don’t need them bestie just lift ur cup

-wood is a better material than plastic to make dishes from.

-small businesses are so good

-only buy from amazon if you need to.

-the extra shipping and time is worth it to help people who need your sales

-billionaires are inherently evil

-and no that is not jealousy

-the ‘american dream’ relies on gentrification

-if you can act, look, sound, like a white man you’ll be successful

-equal opportunity is bullshit

-fatphobia is real

-over the ear headphones > in ear

-ibuprofen is the superior pain relief medication

-flautas are exquisite

-there should be an age cap on all held government positions

-seriously george bush bill clinton and donald trump were all born in the same year, joe biden before them and have held office for the past twenty years

-stop letting people born in the 1940s run a country in 2023

-queer people aren’t indoctrinating your kids. your kids are finding safe spaces.

-dragons are fuckin cool

-let people be who they want to be as long as they don’t harm anyone.

-sharks are BAD ASS

-fish are friends AND food

-good, authentic sushi is worth the investment

-the world has nuance

-sometimes nuance is hard to understand especially to neurodivergent people

-please explain the nuance instead of attacking people who may not get it.

-music has both evolved and devolved

-carlos reyes is autistic.

-autism isn’t a bad thing

-autism speaks is an inherently terrible organization that supports eugenics.

-most addicts, if not all of them, do not choose to be addicts

-let people be people

-be a kind person

-thank you

-i love you all

[crystalbrain7]

crystalbrain-aids 666 1/1 NFT opensea.io

ok, so wait a minute. hold the motherfuckin phone 4 a minute, just chill. this is some grade A, serious, government inspected shit. and that's this motherfuckin idea that u create ur own reality, and i have to say that even crystalbrain is smart enough to know that in the 1980s, the 1990s, the 2000s, and shit liek that, this meant u CREATE UR OWN AIDS. becuz lets put our stinking thinking caps on 4 a second. what is the first thing, after u've smoked a big rock of crack cocaine and ur really confident as fuck and u swallowed some new age shit about creating ur own reality, what is teh first thing ur going 2 do? ur going to stick ur dick into some orifice without a condom on. and unfortunately my friends, even with super ultra multiverse interdimensional powers, i'm not gonna stop u from gettin' HIV INFECTED if u do this.

one point of contention i had with reagan is that he thought it was cool 4 ppl 2 get AIDS, and as i smoked huge rocks of crack with him i sort of had a debate with him, a real heart-2-heart, and he was of teh opinion that the solution 2 overpopulation was 2 just not give a fuck about AIDS. and me, i thought about this and decided that even for me, this point of view was 2 fucked up and i just sorta looked at my lighter and said "let's talk about somethin else" with reagan as he fondled my balls. and so i just took probably the biggest hit of crack of my life becuz i just wanted 2 cry 4 teh fact that u couldn't have unprotected sex with ppl anymore without risking getting ur ass killed by this AIDS bullshit.

now this picture, i know what ur thinking…its evocative of some serious shit, liek a metaphysical conspiracy, but that's what this shit really was. i mean the metaphysics were bullshiet but that's the point, u believe in bullshit, and these beliefs are problematic as fuck becuz they can get u AIDS. so maybe just have a moment of silence with urself, just put teh crackpipe down and decide which side ur on: do u want ppl 2 get AIDS, or do u think that's fucked up? becuz with reagan, even though he was my crack-smoking buddy and bought me cool things liek a japanese famicom tv by sharp, i decided i was on teh side that said gettin AIDS is fucked up, and giving ppl AIDS through bullshitting them is fucked up too.

in teh picture there is a T-Cell, and u fuckin need these 2 survive i guess. but this occult bullshit, its liek upside down jesus, which is dumb right side up or upside down, but its got a inverse pentagram over it which signifies matter ruling over consciousness or 2 put it a different way: thinking with ur dick. anyways this is some seriously dark shit, so maek sure ur selective with who u do the nasty with.

[creativebrainrot]

*aims gartling gun at u* 💋💖🍑📀 for either gwyn or belial!!!

TWO OF THEM .

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Belial isnt reeally touchy, usually. aside from being Vertically Challenged they tend to express their love through words. Eloquently telling you how much you mean to them, or giving words of encouragement, or making people laugh. It's easier for them physically and mentally. (hard to bear hug someone when ur 2 foot tall.)

Maelgwyn is VERY physically affectionate with romantic partners. Little bit less so with friends. He'll bear hug good good friends and clap his drinking buddy on the shoulder real hard. He's actually super snuggley with his romantic partners. He's not good at telling people his emotions or being vulnerable like that whatsoever. Touch is way easier for him.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Belial has been in love a few times in their life. Usually platonic. They don't actually remember the people because it was during their early asura college years. Present-day they've been married to a Sylvari woman named Ren for about decade now. It happened very naturally and very Asura, they were basically like "plantwoman who gives me fuckin' stELLAR ideas do u wanna get asura married to trIPLE THE IDEAS??? i can show u so mANY COOL GOLEM DESIGNS" (ren said yes- she loves belial very much and also :O COOL GOLEM DESIGNS???? we're tripling those ideas rIGHT NOW.) they're very happy together.

Maelgwyn's answer

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Belial's safe place is their at home workshop an hour out of Rata Sum. They get to tinker and make blueprints and Ren is there, they get to share stories with her and it's just great. Their favorite memory in that workshop is the little garden-tending golem design they came up with with Ren's help, just for her plants that all over the estate. The golems are shaped like Fern Hounds and they do all the Good Stuff for plants.

Maelgwyn's favorite place to calm down for a bit is a tie between a secret oasis nearby his home, and his bed. bed good because bed soft and right there. However his favorite memory is in that oasis. The first time he tried to open up to someone since Jasmeen left. The first time someone welcomed it in a long fucking time. Nights spent at that place with trahearne are his favorite memories. although his bed has some fucking gREAT memories too

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Belial is a master of bullshitting. You cannot fool them with words. They will Know. They will also Inspect your ass to make sure they're right about you. If they are you get outta here with that buLLSHIet. If they're wrong about you "my bad dude u can never be too careful and you did phrase it a lil weird but thats alright :thumbsup:" Belial is absolutely trustworthy- they love a lil prank now and again but no one will pull through for you like Belial will. I'd say Belial trusts other people about average.

Maelgwyn is very feral cat coded sometimes. He doesn't truly trust other people much at all. He'll act completely average, bout the same as anyone else. But inside you have to really show you mean it if you want him to trust you. He's pretty savvy, it's not easy to lie to him, but like anyone, if you play the right cards you could get to him. Maelgwyn is a very trustworthy person as well. He's one of the first people refugees get pointed towards.

✧.*[ASK GAME]✧.*

[albatris]

lmao though at the fact that like. hm. nat manages to stagger back to stop n go all unhinged and filthy and all like "holy fuck beck idk what's happening or where I've been I think I got kidnapped" then nearly passes out on the floor n whatever. asks beck to bring him some sugar please so beck (in between panicking and calling cops and ambos) grabs him a bottle of creaming soda. n nat's narration as he fuckin chugs it is just like "he was fairly certain he'd never been thirstier in his entire life" which is intentionally just very on the nose like

hon ur in a horror novel about vampires <3 you sure you wanna go and jinx yourself like that, nat, buddy? you sure you wanna paint yourself such a nice little convenient setup for a challenge, there? hm?

[vaalinors]

jumping the gun, holding my tongue

AKA: The FMA Social Media Rock Band AU that I wrote for myself and myself only

Lan Fan to whys the tiktok vibrato effect fuckin better than anything yall can do: come to the recording room we’re playing betrayal

Paninya: where even tf r the rest of u anyway

Winry Rockbell: guys went to get food

Winry Rockbell: speaking of

Winry Rockbell: hurry up im starving

Alphonse Elric: Hang on we just left mcdonalds

Alphonse Elric: Back in like 8 mins

Paninya: winry get over here

Winry Rockbell: let me EAT first

Paninya: u can eat n play at the same time

Paninya: multitasking

Ling Yao: tf dont u disrespect macDs like that

Edward Elric: why tf are we playing betrayal in the recording room

Lan Fan: soundproofing so the traitor cant hear

Alphonse Elric: Shit thats smart

Edward Elric: and extra as fuck

Winry Rockbell: ned u literally got so pissed last time when u swore on ur life that pan overheard bc ur ass died first

Edward Elric: was i fuckiNG WRONG????????

Paninya: HEY that was on u buddy

Paninya: that door was 6 INCHES THICK n i could STILL hear ur ass screeching

Alphonse Elric: If u could just

Alphonse Elric: Stop yelling out our plans every damn time

Edward Elric: IF U FUCKERS CAME UP WITH BETTER PLANS I WOULDNT

Winry Rockbell: we shouldve been heavy metal

Ling Yao: fuck no we’re too pop rock trash for that

••••

Edward Elric to lzzy hale knockoff: charge ur phone

lzzy hale knockoff: stop stalking me on life360

Edward Elric: they notified me

lzzy hale knockoff: tell live360 to stop stalking me

lzzy hale knockoff: *life

Edward Elric: if u charged ur phone it wouldnt have to fucking notify me

lzzy hale knockoff: if u threw ur phone away u wouldnt be notified of anything

Edward Elric: god i fucking wish

••••

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) tweeted: hey @3rdLE !!! your next show is on my best friend nina’s birthday and shes a huuuuuge fan. (1/3)

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) replied: she has leukemia and every time she goes to chemo she listens to your songs and we the kings and it always makes her feel better. (2/3)

Elicia Hughes (@eliciahhhh) replied: if shes able to go next week can yall give her a shout out on stage??? (3/3)

3RD Law Equal (@3rdLE) replied: be ready

Paninya to time to relive 7th grade: be READY ???!!!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Alphonse Elric: We panicked ok how would U respond to that??????

Paninya: w COMPASSION and ENTHUSIASM

Winry Rockbell: when did u learn to spell ????????????

Winry Rockbell: also why did we put the elrics in charge of social media

Edward Elric: u refuse to get a twitter

Edward Elric: ling and lan fan dont fucking check their phones

Ling Yao: oop

Alphonse Elric: Pans got banned so we’re not taking any chances

Paninya: twitter is white trash i have no regrets

Winry Rockbell: so what are we singing for nina

Ling Yao: she likes we the kings

Lan Fan: check yes juliet

Paninya: o fuck ye that shit was MY SHIT

Winry Rockbell: whomst

Paninya: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Ling Yao: ……………………

Edward Elric: are u fucking serious

Winry Rockbell: leave me alone i was a swiftie

Paninya: still a swiftie

Winry Rockbell: dont even @ me u LOVE mirrorball

Alphonse Elric: So how are we doing this

Edward Elric: can win learn the song in like 4 days

Winry Rockbell: ofc ned who tf do u think i am

Edward Elric: pop princess wannabe

Winry Rockbell: and What Of It ??????

Paninya: omfg stop flirting for lk 30 secs PLS AND FOCUS

Winry Rockbell: ( ͡⚆ ͜ʖ ͡⚆)╭∩╮

Lan Fan: ling can cover rhythm for winry

Lan Fan: i got bass and als got keyboards

Alphonse Elric: Oh word

Read more on Ao3 HERE

[starsnores]

you are a gods send. i adore your art so MUCH. n ur entire fuckin au is so damn good that i started an rp up inspired by it with a buddy and its literally giving me the life energy to get through college. gods bless you.

thank you so much!!! this is really sweet, i'm glad you like my art and au!! good luck with college i hope you do well :)

[catdemontraphouse]

So lately I’m like shit I need to build a new pc but idk anyone local who can help me put the thing together! So a friend/colleague of my mom’s former coworker happens to teach game dev and is “building a pc” for said coworker’s nephew? so I was like hey could I talk to him? And she’s like yah I’ll set up a time and u can even sit in on his game dev class. So I’m like ok that’s cool maybe I’ll learn something even tho it’s younger kids like, I’m pretty low lvl so 🤷‍♀️

I get there and she drags me around to introduce me to the whole school, which ok fine. She keeps pestering me “ohhh we need subs u should sub!”Im like” no no Im not good with kids I don’t wanna teach etc. let’s just go hang with ur comp sci buddy so I can pick his brain abt pc stuff like we talked about.” But every now and then she still bugged me about it tf

But then we get further into this “adventure” and I was forced to listen to Dr Phil’s clone in the mechanics dept rant abt his life for like an hour of agony in a windowless workshop, then I meet the computer guy and he fucking says “oh im not very good at building pcs either”

so im like oh god then why tf am I here?? but then he tells me he’s certified teaching unity game engine and shit im like ok cool I can get some tips abt that and while the kids work we can talk or I can listen to what he’s teaching them, this is still good!

WE PLAYeD “SUPER UNO” the whole time…yes the card game, with paper cards we didn’t touch a PC at all. I says to the woman who lined this meeting up “when we doing game dev?? Wats going on?”

“Oh we’re not.” Bitch what???? “Maybe at lunch” well this was at 10:00 and I got there at 7 so I was like helll nah I ain’t sticking around here no more

She also hated the kids even tho they were rly good kids and very nice and she kept antagonizing them to the point one kid farted on her lmao. She was triggered the girl was on her phone and so decided to be a total arsehole about it and then pick on her?? I tried to like tell her hey cmon, I feel bad for them poor kids she goes “oh I don’t” fuck off Karen! Poor kids wanna play games too and we’re fuckin stuck with this Uno bullshit?? In the “game dev” camp class? Wtf!! So I fucking left as soon as I found out there would be no computer stuff… in the game dev class…. but I’d been playing super uno for an hour already waiting to get to the computer stuff so I could chat this professor up ykno??

What a day. I woke up early in the morning for that… yEAH. Those poor children. That one kid should fart on her again lmao

[scawch]

fu fact I am a liar I said I was gonna pass out like an hour ago but k didn’t oh nooooooooo I saw one of those age dni things and thought about the.. probably late 30s guy I had a casual chat with at the dmv

was thinking about the logistics if like. in real life you just refused to speak/interact with anyone outside a certain age range. like it’s just so. disfunctional and would not work. and yknow what!! you are actively doing urself a disservice by not talking to people in a different life stage than you are, I think. perspective is good and sometimes and sometimes you only get taht by talking to a lanky tired guy at the dmv who knows ur a kid so he’s commenting on the eternal annoyance of having to renew ur license every goof few years or so. and there is perspective in how I had been to the dmv 5 fuckin times within the past month so after trial and error I knew how to actually get a showing at this stupid office far from where I lived. this man tells me the eternal cycle of the dmv, he tells me how he used to live in a more populated place and how the lines went out the door just to be seen. i laugh and say “hey buddy, that happened this morning” my good man, you are never free from the line at the dmv. you either wait in it at 7am or you come in at 12, wait in line for about 5 minutes and immediately get turned away bc any walk in appointment they could’ve had today, was taken by me who showed up at 7 and I had to come back later.

there is something about this man telling me about his years of expience in how the dmv is, me listening, and then telling him the fastest way to get a showing instead of having to schedule an appointment and come back in three months.

i hope that man has renewed his drivers license by now.

tldr there are things to learn from the guy you stood in line next to at the dmv. and there are things to teach I suppose.