#ok this is no hate to the twins or anything i just figured since The 90s History is being talked about right now i'd post my 90s oc idea

[medievalcat]

American Girl Historical OCs: Zabel Gevorgyan, 1992

Zabel Gevorgyan leaves Armenia for the United States with her parents and studious seventeen year old sister Siranush following the aftermath of the collapse of the Soviet Union. Her family already survived the devastating 1988 Spitak earthquake, and Zabel’s parents are raising her to see herself as strong and a survivor, but the uncertainty, war, and political instability in post-Soviet life leads her family to want a new beginning. In her new home of Watertown, Massachusetts, Zabel finds that the Armenian-American community she now lives in is welcoming, and she easily makes new friends at school, even if learning to read and write in English is difficult for her. The unusual 1992 Presidential election also teaches Zabel a lot of things about America she hadn’t known. Zabel initially has trouble relating to her new American friends and neighbors despite sharing a cultural background with many of them, and doesn’t know how to talk to them about her life, but gradually learns to open up to others and even finds new talents in helping her Armenian-American friends learn the Armenian language, and running on the school track team. But Zabel doesn’t know how to help her sister, who she’s always looked up to, when Siranush begins experiencing severe trauma symptoms, staying in her room all the time and refusing to go outside or talk to anyone. Zabel learns that life in America is often unpredictable, but that having to be strong does not mean having to be powerless in the face of adversity.      

[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 5/5)

(A/N: I hate the scene this gif is from don't get me wrong but dayum is Sam gorgeous af in it)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Feelings are finally admitted and acted upon

@lacilou s idea that she graciously let me run with

NSFW things ahead

"Are we going to talk about whatever happened the other night when we were at the bar with Ronnie?" Dean cut his eyes up at Sam when he sat down across from him at the table and shrugged "Don't know what you mean?"

Sam leveled his brother with a look "I mean we were all getting along just fine, me and Ronnie were dancing then all of a sudden we needed to hit the road? And the twins never did show up" Dean shrugged again "Maybe they decided to stop off at a hotel, who knows with those two"

Sam shook his head, he wasn't ever going to get a straight answer out of Dean and since that night you would hardly be in the same room as him. He felt like he was being left out of a big secret and didn't like it. "I think there's more than that" Sam pushed and Dean let out a hard breath of air "You want the honest truth?" Sam nodded "Yeah, I do"

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Dean glanced towards the hall then back at Sam "I see how you look at her Sammy. I've known you your entire life" Sam felt his eyes widen, so Dean knew. Shit, he hadn't ever wanted his older brother to know he had feelings for his girl.

"Dean, you got to know I never meant to develop feelings for her" he didn't miss the look of confusion that flashed across Dean's face "What do you mean never meant to.." but he cut him off "I know you and her are close and I wouldn't want to step on your toes with anything but she's just well she's her... she's beautiful and smart. She's as sarcastic as you are but the sweetest person you've ever wanted to meet at times. She's one of the most amazing hunters I've ever met, she'll stand toe to toe with a demon and not blink an eye but she'll tear up at some movie she's watched a thousand times or get into a book she's read a hundred times to the extent she'll throw it into the wall. She's a force of nature, she's got this pull to her.. I'm sorry man but yeah I've fallen for her. I hope you can forgive me"

Sam expected a lot in that moment. Yelling, Dean to walk out hell anything except for Dean to start laughing. "What?" He questioned and Dean shook his head, laughing harder "You've been thinking all these years that me and Y/N what exactly...keep quiet and mess around behind your back? You've seen me go home with women!"

Sam shrugged, feeling like he was missing out on a lot "I figured it may be an open relationship? I mean you two move on hunts like you share one mind. You have unspoken conversations, she likes a lot of the stuff you like and she's been a steady in your life since you were nineteen"

Dean shook his head again before wiping a hand down his face "Yeah, Sammy she's my best friend. She means a lot to me but we've never crossed any lines like that. Jesus I thought you two were smart"

Sam shrugged one shoulder "Yeah well...wait us two?" Dean's face was nearly comical when he caught his slip up "Shit she's gonna kill me. Don't tell her I said that ok?" A smile slipped onto Sam's face "Are you saying she feels the same?" Dean rolled his eyes at that "For fucks sake, you're a grown man she's a grown woman, go talk to her. I'm not getting in the middle of it"

Dean stood to walk out the kitchen leaving Sam to wonder what his next move should be.

You were standing in the laundry room, waiting for your load to get done when Dean popped his head into the door "Hey sweetheart, I'm headed to meet Donna and Garth. I'll be back in a few hours. You need anything?"

You shook your head "No i think im good. Might want to grab more detergent and dryer sheets. Is Sam going with you?" He held your gaze for a moment before saying "Nope. He'll be here" you rolled your eyes "Does Donna and Garth even need your help?" He simply grinned "I'll see you tonight" "Yeah. Be safe so I can kick your ass when you get back" he laughed "You got it"

You watched him walk out and shook your head. He was trying to force your hand, damn him. You felt a chill and regretted running around the bunker in just sleep shorts and a tshirt but most of your clothes had been dirty. You looked around and found a stack of folded shirts on a shelf, you grabbed a flannel out of the bunch and slipped it over your shoulders. You weren't surprised when it fell to your thighs considering how short you were compared to both Winchesters.

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You waited until both of your loads were done and folded then grabbed your basket to head to your room and put them away.

You clicked your radio on to play music and started humming along to the song as you moved around the room, replacing what clothes went into drawers and repacking your go-bag.

The thought of Sam being somewhere in the bunker kept flicking through your mind. Dean was right, you needed to tell Sam. Neither of you were blushing virgins here. You shook your head and finished putting your laundry away.

Once you were done you turned the radio off then headed out of your room. The floor was cold under your bare feet but you were headed for Dean's tv room. The thought was to hide from Sam but you needed something to drink first.

You stepped into the kitchen and nearly ran back out when you spotted Sam pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge but froze when he looked up at you and smiled "Y/N"

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Sam had gone on an early run then grabbed a shower after Dean left. He needed to clear his head and think about what to do.

He walked into the kitchen to grab some water and the moment he leaned into the fridge he heard a noise behind him and looked up to see you standing in the doorway. You were wearing black sleep shorts and one of Dean's old Led Zeppelin shirts but what struck out to him was the fact that you were wearing his flannel as well. The image of you only wearing his flannel flashed his mind and he cursed himself for it. He didn't even really know how you felt or what you wanted.

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He felt a smile slip onto his face "Y/N" you smiled back at him "Hey Sam. Um pass me a bottle of water?" He held the one out that was in his hand "Here, I haven't opened it" you took it with a nod "Thanks"

You stood there for a moment then motioned towards the hall "Want to watch a movie?" He didn't hesitate to say yes. He grabbed another bottle of water and followed you down the hall.

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You were acutely aware of Sam at your back as you walked down the hall trying to think of a good movie you could watch with him but all you could think about was how those black joggers fit him and how tight that shirt looked across his shoulders.

You walked into the TV room and flicked the string lights on instead of the overhead then grabbed the remote. You sat down on one side of the couch and Sam sat on the other. You finally decided on a slasher flic you and Dean had watched a thousand times.

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You settled back into the cushions and tried to concentrate on the screen but you felt Sam's eyes on you. After a minute you paused the movie and turned to face him, tucking one leg under your body "Yes Samuel"

He grinned slightly "That's my flannel" you raised an eyebrow "Oh, I'm sorry. I can take it off" You moved to pull it off your shoulders but he grabbed your arms gently "Looks better on you" you were a bit too aware of how close the two of you were in that moment and he quickly dropped your arms muttering an apology.

You stared at each other for a moment before you both tried to speak. He smiled "Ladies first" you nodded moving a bit closer to him "Cards on the table here Winchester. I have feelings for you. It's developed over times and just gotten worse. It's awkward because you're my best friend's brother and younger than me but it happened"

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He was silent for a moment and you were mentally kicking Dean's ass when Sam suddenly reached across pulling you into his lap. You gasped at the sudden movement, bracing your hands against his chest.

He smiled up at you and your breath caught "Thank God because if I had to go much longer without doing this I don't know what I'd do" you were about to question him when he pulled you down to him.

The moment your lips met his you melted against him. His lips moved against yours like he was a drowning man pulling in his last breath of air. Your hands found his hair, tangling in it and he groaned lightly as he tightened his grip on you, rolling his hips up to meet yours as his tongue flicked into your mouth.

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When you were forced to pull away to catch your breath he rested his head in the bend of your neck, both of your chests were heaving slightly. You felt his lips teasing the skin of your neck and fought against the moan that wanted to escape you "Sam" He stilled his movements "I like you saying my name like that"

You smiled but pulled back further to force him to look at you "Are we both wanting the same thing?" He bought up one hand to push your hair back out of your face "I want you Y/N, not just for a couple hours or a couple days. I haven't felt like this about someone in a long time. It's been absolute torture thinking you were with Dean" you laughed at that "You thought me and Dean?" He groaned lightly "I did"

You shook your head "You beautiful, idiotic man. I've had eyes for you for so long it's kind of pathetic" he grinned "like having a crush on my brothers best friend isn't?" You shrugged then smiled at him "Where were we?"

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He pulled you back into a kiss. He started at your lips then kissed down your jaw and when he made it to your neck you didn't try to stop the light moans that escaped you. You rolled your hips against his and he groaned again, grabbing your hips "Babygirl, tell me what you want here" you felt your stomach flip at his words and the way he said them "I want you to take me to your room and show me just how much you want me" "I can do that"

You stumbled into Sam's bedroom, lips never breaking fully from each other. Once the door was shut he pushed your back against it then leaned down to slip his hands under your thighs and lift you up. You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how his body was reacting to you.

His hips rutted against yours as he swallowed every little sound he pulled from you. "Wanted you for so damn long....so fucking beautiful..." the praises falling from his lips for you had a fire growing in the pit of your stomach "Bed Sam. Please the bed" you mumbled against his lips and he nodded "I got you baby, I got you"

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He carried you across the room to the bed and laid you down gently, holding himself up on his arms as he looked down at you. You couldn't help yourself, you reached up to let your fingertips trace the light stubble gracing his jawline "You are so fucking gorgeous Sam" the smile he gave you in return was warm enough to put the sun to shame "Y/N, you're everything"

His lips found yours again and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him down to you. His hips rolled down against yours and the feeling of his hard cock even through his joggers and your shorts was enough to make a moan of his name leave your lips "I want you Sam" He nodded "You got me"

You leaned up to shed the flannel and the shirt you were wearing and Sam pulled his shirt over his head as well tossing it behind him. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bared chest had you clenching around nothing "So damn perfect" he whispered leaning down to catch one of your breasts between his lips.

"Fuck Sam" you moaned and felt one of his hands on your left leg, trailing up under the shorts you wore. His fingers got just shy of where you wanted them "Take em off Sam. Please" he chuckled against your skin before moving to the other breast giving it the same attention he had the other one.

He moved back up to your lips and time his mouth met yours you felt one of his fingers teasing at your entrance. You gasped into his mouth when it slipped past your folds. He added another after a moment, curling them upwards until he found that spot that had your back arching off the bed "You're so wet baby. Is this for me?" He teased working at your clit with his thumb while his fingers worked that spot deep inside of you.

You could feel that knot in your lower stomach building and when Sam moved his fingers just slightly to change the angle you felt it burst. You came with a scream of his name as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. When you pushed his hand away he slipped his fingers into his mouth, holding your gaze as he sucked them cleaned. "Taste so damn sweet"

You moaned "Fuck me Sam. Please" he grinned "Damn where is that smart mouthed woman that's always putting me and Dean in our place?" He reached for the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs before tossing them behind him "Sam Winchester I swear.." you started but was cut off by him laughing "Teasing babygirl. Just teasing"

He stood up to slip his joggers off and you felt your mouth drop open slightly. He was thick and long "Y/N, you good?" He asked, fisting his hard cock as a smirk slipped onto his face "I'm perfect baby, now C'mere" he climbed onto the bed, holding his weight up off of you.

When he got up to your face you pulled him down into a kiss and felt him push into you. A moan escaped you both at the feeling. He stilled once he was inside of you completely to give you time to adjust. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment before he opened them "Fuck you feel fucking amazing" you laughed lightly considering the stretch of him had given way to pleasure "Good, move then"

He rolled his hips down into yours and you moaned "Just like that Sam" He buried his face in your neck, nipping and kissing the skin there as he worked his hips into yours, every thrust he was hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You were so damn close to coming again and he must have realized it because one hand slid between your bodies to play with your clit while his movements never slowed. You felt that knot burst again and your vision went fuzzy around the edges as he fucked you through your orgasm.

His thrusts started to get sloppy and more erratic and you knew he was close so you started to roll your hips up to meet his. "Come for me Sam. Let me feel how much you want me....you're so damn gorgeous and strong and fucking perfect for me..."

Your words pushed him over the edge and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust and you felt when he came, filling you up.

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You could feel your legs shaking gently around him as he smiled down at you breathlessly "You are absolutely amazing you know that right?" You smiled "So my boyfriend tells me"

He gave you one of those heart stopping smiles again "Smart man, that boyfriend of yours" you nodded "He really is" He pulled out of you gently, apologizing when you whimpered a bit from the loss of contact.

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He reached down and found his discarded shirt to wipe you up a bit before laying down next to you and pulling you over on his chest. He traced the antipossesion tattoo on your shoulder as you traced the one on his chest "Wanna grab another shower, with me this time?" You asked and he laughed "Never feel the need to ask me just say cmon we're gonna go shower"

You looked up at him with a laugh "I think I love you Sam Winchester" He smiled brightly "Good because I think I love you too"

@foxyjwls007

@lacilou

@nelachu2423

@nix-rose

[mikeysw1fey]

red looks good on you

pairing: vada cavell x female reader

warnings: drug use, alcohol consumption

a/n: vada is literally the cutest little person.

Bored. That’s how I felt being stuck at home on a Friday night with no dads, no sister and no fucking weed.

Of course it was my choice to not go to some dudes party that my twin, Mia, had decided to go to but I hate the party scene anyway, hormonal guys trying to pull you into a bedroom so they would get some stupid alone time, and crappy cheap beer. Not my type of fun time.

“Uhhh.” I groan and collapse onto the couch a simple cup of vodka in my hand. Taking a sip and trying my hardest not to make a face I check my phone to see Mias number flashing on my screen.

“Yeah?” I pick up the call and place it against my ear.

“Hey Y/N just letting you know Vadas staying tonight. We’ll be home in like twenty.” Mia’s voice is slurred slightly.

“Ok just get home safely.” I reply and I can hear the rolling of her eyes. “Just because your a minute and thirty seconds older doesn’t mean I’m a fetus. Relax.” She scoffs before hanging up.

I smile softly at her drunk bickering before leaning my head against the armrest of the couch. Vada. I may or may not have a tiny crush on the small brunette girl. Since the shooting her and Mia had become inseparable, and she had been at our house every day which is given me enough time to be somewhat smitten.

“Hellooo.” Mias voice echoes through the house as she bursts through the front door. “Living room.” I yell back taking another sip of my drink.

Mia appears first, hair disheveled and stance wobbly. But the person I was really looking at stood slightly behind Mias tall stature, Vada looked somewhat the same, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her outfit stained with what looked like a variety of different alcohols.

“Hey Vads.” I smirk waving at the shorter girl who seems to blush slightly, an awkward hand rising to wave back. “We are going to shower. And then we will come find you for a drink partay.” Mia spins in a circle, almost tripping over her own feet as she giggles like a small child.

I roll my eyes at my sister who tugs on Vadas wrist pulling her up the stairs, my eyes following her tiny figure until they disappear.

As soon as they disappear my eyes widen. “Shit I forgot to ask Mia.” I slap my forehead and down the liquid in my cup (with disgust) before scrambling off the couch and up the stairs.

I think the drink had taken its effect slightly as I became oblivious to the shower running, and instead burst into Mias bedroom.

“Hey have you got any we-“ I trail off as Mia is no where to be found, instead a half naked Vada dressed only in shorts and a bra stands with flushed cheeks beside Mias bed.

“Oh shit sorry, I was just gonna ask if you guys had any weed.” I duck my head down and go to close the door when Vadas voice stops me.

“It’s in her dresser, and it’s ok. We are both girls anyway and I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of girls in bras. Not saying that your a slut or anything because your not. Well you could be I don’t know. But like-“ Vada continues to ramble as I smirk, slowly opening the door again and trying not to let my eyes drift to her chest.

Shifting through Mias draw I finally find her stash while Vada continues to talk. “Vada. Honestly. Shut up.” I laugh watching her face go red. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m drunk or around hot people. Not saying that your hot. Well you are but like it’s different cause I’m also like kind of drunk.” She begins again and I chuckle at her rigid stance.

Moving slightly closer to the girl I raise an eyebrow. “So you think I’m hot?” I whisper. That causes Vada to shut up, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. I open my own mouth to speak again when Mias voice stops me.

“Oh my god. Stop hitting on Vada Y/N. And is that my weed?” She stalks over, dressed in only a towel and pushes me towards her door. “Give me my weed.” Her hand opens towards me palm flat as I stand at her door occasionally glancing over at Vada who remains red and frozen.

“Love you Mia.” I turn on my heel ignoring Mias curses as she slams her door closed. Holding the weed in one hand I head back to the living room and grab the rolling papers stashed in our cupboard.

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“Give it back. I swear to god Y/N. Or at least give us a hit.” Mia groans now fully dressed and standing over me as I tilt my head up at her batting my eyelashes innocently.

“You may have a hit.” I hold out the joint to her and she scoffs snatching it from my hands and placing it in her mouth. “Your infuriating.”

Mia inhales and gestures over to Vada who joins me on the couch, a safe distance between us causing me to feel slightly upset. “Here.” Mia hands the joint to Vada who inhales with a slight cough. “Right now I’m going to piss. Save me another puff.” Mia glares at me before heading back up the stairs.

“Here.” Vada passes me the joint blushing as our hands ghost over one another.

“Thanks.” I grin at her and inhale letting the high wash over me like a wave.

Vada remains silent for a moment and I can almost hear the gears in her head churning as she thinks of what to say next. Her eyes drift over to my face as she turns her body so it’s angled slightly further my way.

“You are hot by the way. Like just in case you didn’t understand what I meant earlier. Like your hot to everyone. Not just me. Not that I find you like hot in the ‘I like you’ way but like-“

My head turns to face Vada as she rambles her eyes finding a way to look at every other surface in the room but mine. I grin slightly before sighing. “Fuck it.”

With swift movements I cup Vadas face moving my lips to meet hers cutting off her ramble. Her eyes widen for a second before her lips begin to move against mine. A second passes before I pull back reality hitting me. “Oh shit. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that. I kinda just thought about doing it and it happened.” It’s my turn to ramble as Vada watches me with red cheeks.

Her hands find my my face, abruptly cutting off my rambling as she pulls me back to her lips. “I didn’t mind.” She smiles pulling back after another second.

I laugh relief flooding over my body as I lean my head against her shoulder. “Let me take you out? Like on a date yeah? So I can show you it’s not just the weed making me feel like this.” I look up at her to see her cheeks flushed as she nods.

“Red looks good on you.” I chuckle gently caressing her face.

She simply groans in embarrassment.

“Shut up asshole.”

I bite back a smile and place another kiss on her lips.

“So this Tuesday. Me and you. On a date.” I whisper.

“Sounds like a plan.”

[burgerrat]

@hofnarrofficial said: gimme everything you got just bury me alive (only if thats possible ofc lmao)

Ok.

Turbo's favourite movie is Herbie: Fully Loaded

He has ALWAYS been flamboyant/effeminate like you see King Candy being. I hate seeing people portray Turbo as this perpetually grumpy/angry bitter person all the time all because of the revelation scene being the one 'real scene' we have of Turbo in his original form. The reason why Ralph wouldn't recognize the similar behaviour pattern is because he didn't know Turbo well enough since he rarely ever left his own game unless it was to go to Tapper's to have a root beer and brag about winning to anyone who'd listen (mainly Felix). Need a 'draw/write Turbo being silly and goofy like King Candy is' solidarity.

Contrary to popular belief, he does like the color pink- he just has a very specific preference for that particular salmon shade of pink.

Turbo and the twins all had racecar beds to sleep in back in TurboTime.

Candybug's desire to take over the entire arcade at the end of the movie is his new cy-bug coding speaking; all Turbo has ever wanted is to race again and be in the spotlight. He would struggle to control his bug instincts not just in terms of resisting beacons of light but also in terms of acting upon intrusive thoughts in general. Mix that with anger and hopelessness that he'll likely never be able to drive again in this new form and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster, because what more does he have to lose?

Do not misunderstand: I too dislike the trope of 'he's just misunderstood' since that is far from the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't have moments where you feel empathy for him (at least in my case): you are programmed to be the protagonist of your world, the best, that is your sole purpose in the life you have. You become addicted to the attention you recieve- foolishly not thinking once that it's possible that may not be the same thing tomorrow. Once that is suddenly taken away, you don't understand why- you're the best. And because you are the best, instead of processing your losses normally, you won't let go. You're instead determined to take back what was rightfully yours. By any means possible. Making the biggest mistake of your life- you kill not just your neighbors but your own home out of impulse. You are to blame for the choice you took- guilt becomes rage, rage becomes bitterness, bitterness becomes calculative; why cry over spilled milk? The damage is done, and your code is desperately crying out to do what you were made to do: race. All you can do is start anew... don't dwell on the past if you want to have the spotlight again, processing your mistake doesn't matter anyway; and so, once a new racing game is in town- you'd be frothing at the mouth to hop in after decades of isolation, wouldn't you? You'd do anything, if you were that desperate and awfully selfish.

This leads us to the following: Turbo had a mental breakdown during his years of isolation, mainly because he was unable to race; this is why he laughs and giggles no matter the mood he's in as King Candy. It's a form of tic.

This might be a bit OOC? But whatever. Hilariously enough King Candy is a somewhat decent(take that with a grain of salt, I'll elaborate in a moment) fatherly figure: he treats the SR racers like they're his adopted kids. I say somewhat decent because of course he completely excludes Vanellope and because he picks favourites; Taffyta, Rancis and Candlehead are his golden children and because of that, he's sometimes willing to swallow his pride and let them cross the finish line before him.

Taffyta is VERY competitive and sometimes will get unreasonably aggressive to win and that's something KC admires in her because it reminds him so much of himself and the bond he used to have with the Twins, especially when competing. Another reason why Taffyta bullies Vanellope is because she knows King Candy dislikes her wish to compete and she feels like this is something that would please him regardless of his approval of it.

Again maybe kind of OOC-ish but I sincerely don't think Turbo outright hates Vanellope herself like. As a person; she has done nothing, but she does pose a threat to blowing his cover and he is not going to allow her. The one thing that bothers him a lot about her is her stubborness to race and always finding a way to weasel into the Random Roster Race. During the tunnel scene where he straight up becomes violent towards her, you can tell she's never seen him this angry to her before; this leads me to believe he never blew up on her before because, regardless of how much of a threat she posed for him; in his mind- he figured she likely would never really be in a situation where she would actually cross the finish line, and she's just a child, so why bother? Of course. That is until she sprints right past him on the race track and the rest is history. (And I have to clarify again I AM NOT justifying his actions; there is no 'justifying' any of it. This is an observation because of the reactions/expressions/etc. seen in the scene.)

Writing that previous hc reminded me of this and I just had to include it because I can SO see this happening 😭 it's hilarious and wholesome in a way.

I saw something about this on @king-crawler 's blog and I feel like I should bring this up bc it rubbed me the wrong way: I donno about you but to me, Turbo programming himself as King of Sugar Rush is not ego thing (not the main reason behind it at least!); it's to avoid suspicion in general within the game because ALL of the SR racers are children. It would be suspicious and really fuckin' weird to have a character programmed as an adult that isn't an NPC/side-character like Sour Bill or the donut cops to just be among them like nothing, regardless if he wipes their memories they (or other candy subjects) will question it. He's not stupid, in the game there's supposed to be a royal figure, no? So, it'd make perfect sense for that figure to be a supposedly 'wise' King that looks after all his subjects and makes sure rules aren't broken. So to me it's less of something done out of selfishness and more of just being able to go by unnoticed, he programmed himself as King to fit in with the whole 'monarchy' concept within SR. At the end of the movie when Vanellope says she doesn't want to be a princess, you get a little glimpse of how much the candy subjects depend and rely on a 'higher figure' to function.

As King Candy, he believes himself to be cute. (adding this side note just in case bc I shit you not this is genuinely something people have argued and mocked me over: don't come at me for this. I have my opinion, you have yours and I'm not going to change it for you; as a fan for a whole decade who has known in tge past other fans, there ARE people that find him cute as I do /gen /lh) He shamelessly indulges in that and he WILL use that as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants- sometimes playing with your emotions as well by tugging at your heart strings and overall painting himself to be a 'frail silly old man' in sn exaggerated manner so you'll give in to whatever he wants- and once you agree suddenly the 'frail' old monarch has an outburst of energy and joy, completely shedding off this fragile-pitiful facade.

Turbo has somehow rescued the Turbo Twins before his game was unplugged and I have evidence to prove this:

He has their codes tucked into his own (bad example I know but kind of like how an opossum mom keeps her joeys in her pouch); he keeps them in a dormant state this way by not allowing them to have separate code boxes of their own. The reasons behind this are simple: he doesn't want two characters that very obviously don't belong in the game to roam around freely, he has enough trouble with Vanellope as it is; and he knows that if he lets them awaken and respawn, they will criticize him for the path he chose to go down- and he doesn't want to deal with that because, for him, it would be pointless and it'd only bring frustration he doesn't need. He would rather keep them as ghosts of the past hidden in his pocket.

Speaking of Vanellope: Turbo is awfully envious of her driving skills, she's the first racer that has bested him on the track. Another selfish reason why he doesn't want her to race- goodness forbid a child beating you at what you're passionate about and arriving in second place.

When overly emotional- be it positive or negative feelings- King Candy would sometimes temporarily glitch back to his original form as Turbo because his code is old, filled to the brim with stuff, it's bound to have a few crack and tears here and there, like an old but still functioning car with a rusty engine; this issue has only accentuated after the glitching-exchange during the tunnel scene.

Speaking of which- because there were little to no censorships in 70's videogames, Turbo bleeds. It's pixelated blood because it cannot be processed through the programming of Sugar Rush since the game was not made to have any graphic themes in it. If one of the racers gets hurt- they quite literally just bleed coding.

Turbo often smokes.

Turbo sometimes gets sick of eating nothing but candy and will send out Sour Bill to get him something salty to eat from another game. He has his own little stack of junk food and other non-sweets within the castle.

He's not just the King of Candy, he's THE LORD OF THE DANCE! (watch at your own risk I warn you /hj)

CURSED JOKES ASIDE I unironically like to think he is a good dancer. Nobody beats him at tap-dancing and The Bus Stop. (He's from the 70's so it'd make sense he's familiar with a lot of funky/disco dance moves)

[ccasey0]

alright, this isn’t related to HBT at all, but I like it too much not to share. so, say hello to the Spirit Au!!

starting with Casey, The Spirit of the Night.

I’ve got more drawings of him since he’s my fav to draw. Now for his lore!!

Casey lived his whole life in service of The Celestial in the Spirit Tree. He loved Celestial, and devoted his everything to Them. The Celestial is the master of the spirits. The God of gods. The highest of high. He is the one who creates spirits. And Casey was soon to become one. Everyone knows that Celestial was planning on appointing spirits for the Day and the Night. And Casey and his twin were the top options. They were closer than ever. They were never apart. They did everything together. But Casey was the one who worked hardest to earn Celestial’s approval. He worked so hard to be chosen for the spirit of the Day. The most important. The sun, the light, the bringer of life and happiness. But when the time came, and Celestial was choosing who would be which spirit, all that work went to waste. It was all for nothing. Because they chose Dellta. They chose her over him. She never did anything to deserve that. Of course Casey loved his twin. But Dellta was the one who relaxed all day. Played in favor of working. Acted like everything was fine and that they had all they could ever want. But Celestial chose her anyway. Why? Why not him? After everything he did for them, all the hard work, all the hours of labor, all the time he spent trying to please them. Was it all for nothing? His sister was overjoyed, but all Casey could feel was anger and despair. And then Celestial made him the spirit of the Night. The moon, the darkness, the bringer of death and sorrow. The least liked. Casey knew that some people down on earth worshiped the moon, but those people were the poor and the weak. The smallest of villages. And it wasn’t even power that Casey wanted. It was just that he had done everything he could for Celestial, only for them to completely disregard him. He hates that. He hates Celestial. He might have even hated Dellta and her joyful smile at that moment.

Also Casey Sketches!!

Oke, now for Dellta! I only have one drawing of her for now, but I definitely want to draw her some more.

Lore time!!!

Dellta had always been the happier of the twins. She played more with the other immortals and spirits while her brother worked to please the Celestial. She knew how important Celestial was, but she didn’t see why Casey had to put all his time towards making them favor him. And she never expected to be chosen for the spirit of the Day. Celestial just gave the role to her. Which meant she had somehow become his favorite. After that, she started doing just what her brother had been doing. Following the Celestial around in her free time and doing things for them to make their view of her even better. She also loved being worshipped. She really enjoyed all the offerings and gifts she received from the humans. And she loved making them all super excited when she sent them a little sign or a gift in return. She was certainly more enthusiastic about being worshipped by the mortals than her brother. She guessed that he just didn’t like the fact that all their offerings were either sacrifices or charms or the occasional food basket. Plus, he had become much quieter and distant ever since the ceremony. Dellta didn’t know why. He had become a spirit, just like he wanted. Was he hoping for something else. She didn’t know. But whenever she asked, he avoided the questions and brushed her off, pushing her further and further away. While they still did almost everything together and they were still extremely close, Casey just started to want to be alone more often and he refused to explain why. He still smiled, but not as often. He still hugged her, but they became shorter. He still loved her, and she still loved him. But he had changed. And there was nothing Dellta could do about it. She couldn’t figure out why he had become like this, he just had. But she stopped caring after a while. She just started putting her attention towards her worshippers when Casey didn’t want to talk to her.

I don’t have any extra drawings of Dellta, but I have a picture of the mountain!

The giant tree in the middle is the Spirit Tree, which serves as the bridge between the earth and the sky. The mountain is famous for being the largest and most spiritual mountain because that’s where the immortals all gather. Also, the city shown is the Foot Clan. They worship the Spirit of the Day, aka Dellta. Although they get a few things wrong about her. Like how they think that Dellta and Casey are the “Lovers of the Sky”. Casey is worshipped by the Hamato clan, which is in the other side of the mountain. Their village is much smaller and poorer than the Foot, but they know more about the spirits and have connections with a few of them. The Hamato Clan mains are The turtles(but in older form, around 20-23), Splinter(the elder/leader of the village and the most connected with the spirits), usagi(because I can), and april(one of the few humans in the hamato village), and Junior(my version Casey Jones in the au. i just called him Junior since two Caseys would be confusing. also one of the few humans in the hamato village.). The hamato clan is also the only village that is home to mostly yokai and a few humans, while the foot only consist of humans. Also in this Au the turtles aren’t the sons of splinter, just his pupils. They are also all yokai, including splinter. The hamato clan mostly gives blood sacrifices of normal animals and sometimes bowls of blood from people cutting their hands and dropping some of their blood into the bowl since the Night Spirit is supposed to be closely connected to death. Although they also have plenty of shrines with statues and a TON of charms. Charms are a very big thing for the hamato, and they are supposed to hold prayers. Casey is technically supposed to collect the charms at the end of the week during the night and turn the prayers into stars for the people who made them, but he doesn’t like going so close to the village. Also because when he first went down there he found that they had left a dead sheep for him and he hated it. So, for fear he might find more dead things, he didn’t go back there again. Sometimes he will find small charms hung up all over trees that have mushrooms on them and he absolutely loves them. Although he’ll never admit it and he leaves the charms there. Because of this, the hamato people have begun to lose faith in splinter because he is the one constantly telling them to believe in the Night Spirit. Even the turtles have started questioning the spirits, especially donnie who was already skeptical in the first place. not mikey though. he still believes just as much as Splinter. The foot clan, however, all are VERY serious about their faith in the spirits. they have a huge temple dedicated purely for the Day Spirit, and also worship some other spirits too. even the Night Spirit. although Casey doesn't like them either since they also give blood sacrifices, with no charms too! Dellta, on the other hand, loves to go down and see the humans in the Foot. She'd always been fond of sparring, so when she first saw that they Foot were very centered around fighting she was ecstatic and loved watching them train in the grounds in the center of the city. although she had to stay hidden the whole time since she was only supposed to show herself to the people on special events. also, the only time she went to the Hamato clan was during the total solar eclipse since that's when the twins are supposed to go to their opposite villages and use magic to put their symbol on the banners of their opposite representation(sun on the moon banner, moon on the sun banner for example).

anyways, I hope you like this! if you can't tell, this will be mostly centered around the Hamato Clan and Casey. i hope to be able to make more art of this cause it is SO. MUCH. FUN. to draw these guys and build more of the story. i've already got so many ideas for angst floating around in my head, as well as ideas for when Mikey meets Casey for the first time.

also this is very much inspired by Quilt Au by @cokoweee :)

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Ok you all…I thought this would be fun to write! I hope you all enjoy it! The character Gloria belongs to @twyz (a small lil gift for them) NOW! Let’s get into it! (FAN FROM THE FUTURE HERE!!! I KNOW CRAZY RIGHT!? LITTLE SIDE NOTE! This was just for fun and isn't cannon on twyz's AU. That's entirely up to them....and I may rewrite this in the future because like...with my writing I keep re-reading it till I hate it and wanna just....REDO THE ENTIRE THING)

Charles Lee Loman Ray Reinhardt, or known throughout Jersey as Charles Lee Ray, or more commonly known as Chucky. Had in the present day been in the comfort of his own home, sipping coffee out of his World's Best Dad mug. Nothing fancy, just the usual black coffee to start the mornings. Several years had passed since his rise to absolute infamy back in the 80’s and 90’s and now he’d settled down, had kids, a loving wife and wolf-dog mix. Life couldn’t be better. And if he was being honest he preferred it to the constant aliases and nights on the run. Those were the good ol’ days. Practically a different life. Back then he couldn’t have imagined him being able to live such a peaceful life, but now, he couldn’t wish for anything else. His kids were growing up, Glen and Glenda already looking at colleges with their mom. Even thinking about it made him realize how fast time had flown by. And his younger children weren’t so little anymore, 15 year old Gloria and 12 year old Chelsea. Both their own brands of nutty. In a good way of course. Those two practically inseparable, like twins growing up. Both figuring their lives out, Gloria with school and after school activities, with that being all he knew. Her now being 15 meant he wasn’t informed of all the school gossip and whatnot. And even catching her sneaking out of school to his dismay. And Chelsea? Thankfully to his relief she wasn’t all on her own yet. She still informed her parents of when went on in school, who her friends were and who she liked.

Apparently she was rather fond of this boy in her class called Enzo. Chucky didn’t know all too much about him, but was already overly protective of his youngest and now knowing she had feelings for a boy only intensified the already strong feeling. He still was skeptical of them keeping certain things from him…but he was in no position to argue, since he too kept many secrets from his girls. Like the fact he was a serial killer. Tiffany made him take a break from the hobby shortly after Gloria was born, and he really didn’t mind. Since their kids at that point had A LOT of work, and his family was his top priority. Occasionally he’d have a slip as Tiffany called it but was able to stay sane for the most part. And respecting Tiffany’s wishes he refrained from telling his daughter about his illegal frowned-upon hobby. When Chelsea was born his slips nearly stopped entirely. Four children? That required all of his attention. There was no possible way for him to remain a functioning member of society, if he continued his sinister activity. Plus, there was also the fact he was no longer a doll now being fused with a human being. Meaning he could now age …be injured severely…or worse. He already walked with a cane at times he didn’t want to push his thinning luck.

The redhead sighed combing his vermilion locks backward, running his hand through his hair. He set two plates with breakfast down, containing eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He left Gloria a small plate with peeled grapes, since she personally enjoys them, while he however hates the texture. He doesn’t know how that kid’s able to stomach it. For his youngest he made sure to separate everything making sure nothing touched, so Chelsea would eat it. He made sure to remove the pulp of the orange juice SPECIFICALLY for his youngest, since he knew if he didn’t she would never drink it. At this point he never even bothers questioning their eating habits, and just let’s eat whatever they want. If they eat something then he’s happy.

“Morning Dad”

“Morning Dad”

“Morning Kids”

Gloria raised a brow confused, noticing the three empty seats. 

“Where is Mom, Glen, and Glenda”

Chucky took a moment to chew his food thoroughly before responding, the last time he didn’t he nearly choked.

“Your Ma went to go check out colleges with the twins, they’ll be back next week”

“A WHOLE WEEK?”

The oldest of the Rays gave a nod, taking another bite from his pancake. Getting maple syrup in his growing bread, that Tiffany had begged him to shave off. Saying it made him look like a hermit. The only one who didn't constantly annoy him about his facial hair was Chelsea. However he suspected she’d thrown a few insults about it behind his back. He kept it out of pure spite, and likes pissing his family off about it. 

“Yep, a whole ass week. So, what do you two want to do while they’re gone? I thought we could do something since you guys are off for a few weeks”

“Sorry Dad I got plans, maybe another time?”

“Yeah…same I actually have a project for my break…and that A sure ain’t gonna earn itself! But…Maybe later?”

Chucky sighed, but nodded understandingly he remembered when this started happening with the twins, as they began to mature and have their own lives, outside of the house. The baby birds have to leave some time…right?

“Yeah okay maybe later”

Chucky took another bite from his pancake, keeping eye contact with the ground occasionally glancing up at his kids.

After breakfast the two did like they usually did, and went to their rooms only coming down when they wanted something…and that something being food. Chucky looked down at the family dog Beau who too had a few strands of gray in his hair.

“Guess it’s you and me again Beau”

The dog just gave a slow blink and rolled over onto his back exposing his belly wanting to be pet by Chucky. The vermillion head smirked, and gave the dog a few pats, slightly chuckling at Beau’s little tongue sticking out, clearly enjoying the attention. Chucky spent his day just looking at family photos, one in particular that had caught his eye. Somewhere in the summer months he assumed June, where the whole family was smiling for a family photo on the beach. Each member dynamically poses. Chucky carrying Tiffany, with a large mischievous smile spread across his face, Tiffany laughing her head off, Glenda holding a large crab and Glen simply staring in horror, and Gloria and Chelsea making sandcastles, decorating them with seashells, and Beau digging a large hole in the sand. That was quite some time ago now thinking about it. Now those were truly the good ol days.

…

Chelsea was in the attic of the house, gathering some information about her family, for her project for school. She nearly had everything except the information regarding her dad. He never talked about his past, or line of work, whenever she brought it up, he’d always fall silent. It was odd. What did he have to hide? Her dad just seemed like a normal guy, just the average Joe. Nothing that she couldn’t handle. She remembered back when she bothered to ask him.

“Hey Dad? Where do you work?”

“......Munchkin I told ya I’m a hunter”

“So you sell the animal meat to butchers then?”

“Sure”

“Ok, where does our red hair originate from?”

“....You think I know? Probably your great grandfather”

The answers were never straight. Some things never added up. She even tried asking the twins about their dads past only to get similar responses. Then she tried her mom's exact responses. Only Gloria seemed to be telling the truth. As if they had both been left out of the loop. She had dug through various boxes, and walked face first into cobwebs. Which was a pleasant experience. She found nothing that had sparked interests. She sure however got a scare from the vast amount of blades she found. 

“Guess those are his hunting blades, at least that story adds up…come on there’s gotta be something”

She stumbled upon various journals, all dusty, and worn from act. She carefully opened one of the books, and read the writing. Her fathers writing. 

“Another day in hell, still looking for this son of a bitch. He’s grown from the last time I saw him. I lost him the other day… This mother fucker doesn’t wanna be found…but I’ll find em I always do. And when I find him, he’s as good as dead….and I’ll mount his damn head on a wall  -CR” 

“What the hell’s he talking about? Is he stalking a moose or something?”

The young red scrunched her nose, raising a brow now more curious than she was before. Before she could search further into the journal she  felt the hair on the back of her neck stand, hearing the crack of a floor board. Someone was here.

“What are ya doing?”

“OH! It’s just you, I was looking in some of Dad’s journals”

“Oh cool, find anything?”

“That dad’s a weird writer, and that he was hunting something”

“Hunting what?”

“Don’t know”

“Letme see”

Gloria pulled a bit on the journal, her curiosity now spiked.

“What are you two up too?”

The two reds jump startled, their dad always had a habit of sneaking up on them, without even being heard. 

“Just looking through some of your old journals”

“Oh really? What did you find…”

Before Chelsea answered she noticed a change in her dad’s expression; it was much more serious and focused. 

“Nothing…just that you were talking about a hunt”

She found it rather odd and the relief that hit his face, watching the tension immediately dissipate. What was he hiding?

“Oh ok…come on let’s get outta here it’s dusty as hell, got my damn allergies acting up”

The two girls gave an odd glance to each other as they walked out of the attic, making sure not to trip on the slanted step. The two trailed off to their rooms, quietly shutting their doors, once again, leaving their father to his lonesome. Chelsea entered her periwinkle-colored room, she begged her parents to let her paint it and with some luck they let her. Her dad with the help of Gloria painted a mural of a mythical scene. With a dragon flying along the wall that guarded the fantasy castle and to tie it all together the beautiful stars in the sky painted right above her. Better than anything she could have asked for. She smiled, putting on some headphones and immersing herself into the realm of music. Feeling each melodic beat take her away to another realm. Allowing the young red to zone out thinking further into what she had seen in the attic. She grinned un-crumpling a newspaper she managed to snag before her dad caught her snooping through remnants of the past. It was an article, the news headline reading

LAKESHORE STRANGLER GUNNED DOWN AT LOCAL TOY STORY

Below the head line showing a photo of who the man was and a quick brief on what went down that very night.

“Yeesh hate to be that guy”

The young red pulled out her sliver laptop from her desk and researched further into the crime scene. Apparently it had never been solved. With several loose ends never quite adding up.

“Damn it”

She found the striking similarity to her fathers name to the man in the photo rather humorous. Charles Lee Ray and Her father Charles Lee Loman Ray Reinhardt. Almost too similar. She quickly shook the thought from her head, that was impossible. The man in the photo was dead. Her dad was perfectly alive and well, plus they didn’t even have the same hair color, for even the same build. The man in the photo had long brown hair, extending all the way down to his shoulders and possibly mid-back. Her dad’s hair never reached such a length…due to her mom cutting it every month. To keep it tame. They didn’t even share the same build, Ray was long and wiry, her dad was in shape, keeping a strong build. Plus the faint scaring along his face, that she assumed he received over the years from his hunting trips. He sure does have a lot of them. She didn’t even know if they possessed the same eye color the man was dead in the photo, his eyes shut.

“Hey Chelsea”

“OH! Hey Gloria!”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Research on this serial killer from the 80’s”

“Cool, wait ok….I might sound crazy but he kinda looks like Billy Bibbit from that one movie Cuckoo’s Nest or something ”

“OH yea I know whatcha mean, ya mean the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”

“Yeah that one”

“Now looking at it he kinda does”

“Why the hell does dad even have a photo of a damn serial killer?”

"I don't know hobby of looking into this stuff?"

“Why does Dad have a what now?”

“DAD”

“DAD! We talked about the knocking!”

“Shit my bad”

Chucky squinted his eyes, and stepped back sarcastically knocking twice on his youngest’s door before letting himself in again.

“Now what the hell did you say?”

Instead of lying straight to his face she wanted real answers. She held up the photo making sure he could see it.

“Why do you have this?”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT”

Before the man could snatch it from his daughter's grasp she yanked it back towards her, crossing her arms. With Gloria by her side equally confused and curious about the importance of the torn newspaper.

“Why do you have this Dad” The young red spoke once more making sure to add emphasis to each word she spoke.

“Yeah why do you have even have this”

“...I–”

Charles readjusted his glasses, pushing them up to the bridge of his nose, only for them to fall back down again. Now a bit irritated by the mild inconvenience, he lifted his specs up once more, rubbing the bridge with his thumb and index to force the sweat away.

“Well….I’ll tell you when your older”

“DAD SERIOUSLY”

“Why do you even have this?”

Chucky could only look at his daughters, where could he even begin…plus he felt he should be having this conversation with them with his wife.

Before he could open his mouth to speak he was cut short by the door bell.

“You know…forget it….I’ll get the damn door”

The youngest of the Rays had been her way down the stairs, nearly falling due to the coat of her suit getting caught on the stair railing. Something that happened in the daily, which typically resulted in her silently cursing to herself. She took a peek out the peephole, noticing two figures standing, their posture upright, and rather formal. 

“Who the hell are these bozos”

“Woah Jesus where did you come from?”

“Been here the whole time”

“And I don’t know, maybe some of dads friends?”

“Dad doesn’t have friends and our uncles are out of town”

“Then I got no clue”

The two just stared at the two figures curiously. Wondering why exactly they were here? And what did they want, and who were they? So many unanswered questions. 

“DAD? Do you know who these guys are?”

“HUH? Who?”

Chuck raised a skeptical brow and came trotting down stairs, and took a peak. Immediately freezing at the sight of the two people outside. 

“Shit shit shit”

“Dad?”

They both were caught off guard on how serious he looked with a hint of fear contorted into his face. 

“Both of you go upstairs, grab what you need shove it into a backpack, and head out the back door quickly”

“Why?”

“Just go, Now move your asses”

The two sisters just looked at each other equally confused, but obeyed trotting up the stairs, and stuffing their packs. Both of them were still clueless, not knowing how much to pack, so they only stuffed what felt practical and what could be of use, to extra socks, shirts and pants. To Chelsea’s dismay she refrained from packing suits, however that didn’t stop the young red from sneaking a few bandanas in, which later would be tied into ascots. Gloria packed her headphones, portable charger, extra cables, and her cellphone, along with various clothing, all mainly falling into the department of comfort. Chelsea, still too young for a cellphone, had packed her hand-me-down IPod, filled with various songs courtesy of Glen. Chelsea treasured it, and always hand it in a pocket in one of her suits, jamming out to songs of various genres. Always having a Bluetooth bud in to tune out half of the chaotic word, a habit she picked up from her dad. 

…

Chucky just braced for what was yet to come, he knew these fools all too well. He knew there were many more hiding out in the front, ready to open fire. He knew when he was matched, and quickly grabbed the keys, and harnessed Beau, taking him in the direction of the garage which thankfully was in the back, having a large access door to it from the laundry room. He grabbed several beef jerky sticks he'd purchased from the local dollar tree and some water, and went to the stairs, carefully peeking his head upward waiting for his daughters, occasionally battering an eye towards the door, hearing the bell continuously ring. Over and Over again, to the point he eventually managed to drown the sound out completely. His spirits lifted seeing the two hobble down the stairs carrying their loads. Both grabbing their refillable water bottles from the counter.

“Dad what are–”

“Shhh, listen to me…we’re going to the car and getting our ass’s out of here…do not make a sound…got it?”

The two nodded anxiously tiptoeing, across the floor making their way out of the house, and into their car. Beau sitting in the back to give more room to the canine, and the girls sitting side by side wondering what the hell was happening. 

“You got your seatbelts on?”

“Yeah”

“Yes”

Before any other questions could be asked their dad sent it, going well over the speed limit. Putting a vast amount of distance between it and the home invaders. He thanked his lucky stars Tiffany and the twins were safe far away from….them….he could see several cars speeding up behind him…but Chucky’s from the streets he doesn’t mess around. Normally he isn't reckless when he drives ESPECIALLY with his kids in the car but this was time for drastic measures. So he accelerated, and pulled some stunt moves that most would only see in the movies, everything feeling as if it were in slow-mo. The adrenaline  pulsing through each of them, their blood pumping, and hearts pounding. The friction of the asphalt causes some drift in the vehicle, making it feel as if it were Grand Theft Auto 5 in real life. Chuck had managed to lose them, except for the sound of sirens coming closer. The redhead glanced upward, seeing the flashing lights of red and blue, signaling for him to pull over.

“Shit”

“It's the Po Po be cool”

“What?”

“Just be cool, this is all you Dad”

Chucky just gave a brow raise as a response waiting for the policemen to tap on the window.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Officer, sehen Sie, ich weiß, dass Sie wahrscheinlich keine Ahnung haben, was ich sage, aber wenn Sie es gut machen, dann Scheiße ... Es war eine drastische Zeit und Sie wissen, wie die Dinge laufen.”

(Officer, look I know you probably have no clue what I'm saying but if you do well then shit...It was a drastic time and ya know how stuff goes down.)

The policemen just raised his hand to stop Chucky, and looked to his daughters for help.

“Can either of you translate this for me?”

The two played along with their fathers’ ruse, struggling to hold back cackles seeing the police officer rolling his eyes in defeat and letting them go. Motioning with his hand for them to drive off, trying to act out that their dad needed to go slower. It was honestly a sight to behold, he just walked in slow-motion while pointing at the car. Looking as if he had smoked substances. Once Chucky gave an understanding nod and rolled up the window, they all could help but burst out laughing, despite the mass amount of stress they had just recently been put under. After a moment of composing themselves, they took off again at a more moderate pace. The silence was loud inside the car, no joke or one liner could improve upon such a thin atmosphere.

“....What the hell happened back there”

“Yeah dad, who were those freaks?”

“....well….”

“AND DON’T go beating around the bush again….now…who WERE they”

Chucky took a deep breath, forcing down the anxiousness, suppressing it till it was gone…at least for the time being.

“....A–A While back….I did some pretty wild shit….and well…..I just wanted to try it out…so someone who was paying a lot of money to have someone offed….seemed like a pretty sweet deal…so I took it….and I ended up taking out the guy….and it turns out his wife is a vengeful bitch”

“Are you being serious”

“....Are you?”

“Why the hell would I lie about this…plus I can’t make this shit up on the spot. I ain't Gloria”

Gloria couldn't help but give an eyeroll at her father's witty remark.

“Is that where you got the scars from? Your days of working as a damn assassin” 

“No…and I wasn’t an assassin…well Assassin does sound more badass…”

“DAD, what the hell….where are we even going?”

“Motel….we gotta lay low for a few days kids”

…

The car ride was eerily silent. No one spoke,only  the sounds of the car zooming down the open road circled in their ear drums. Chelsea and Gloria just sat cross arms hunching over a bit, thinking. Chucky only focused on the road, every 20 minutes or so readjusting his glasses. The rain had begun to fall from the nimbus clouds, making it rather difficult for the redhead to see much of anything. Thankfully they came across a motel, and pulled in. Chucky booked a decent sized room, with a microwave, and mini fridge along with a tv. The girls said a 2 bedroom was fine, despite Chucky insisting it was fine if he were to purchase a room with three beds. When they checked in, it was rather comfy looking, the beds neatly sheeted, a small table in the corner of the room, with a set of wooden chairs, and an empty basket as the centerpiece. The Tv was small, with an HDMI port to plug in devices, they had a view to the pool, their car, and the exit. The girls set their belongings on the bed and remained silent. Waiting for their dad to enter the room. He was out in the rain tending to their vehicle and getting their zany canine out of the car.. When he finally did enter he came carrying snacks he had purchased from the lady upfront. It was either a fancy motel, or times had changed since from what he remembered no motel offered these types of luxuries. 

“....you probably have questions” Chucky finally spoke. Unable to take the thick atmosphere for any longer.

Chelsea sighed pulling out the news article from earlier.

“Who is this, and why did you have this in the attic”

Chucky lowered his head not knowing where to begin. How could he begin?

“Well….that's…me…back in the day….I was shot down…and long story short….I was a well a serial killer…back in the day….I transfered my soul into a good guy doll…which is where the red hair came from…did some shit I ain’t all too proud of….went after a family…called the Barclays….did the same shit to your Ma….had the twins….settled down…fused with a human…..had you two…..and now….here we are…”

“G–Glen and Glenda know about this”

“Yeah”

“...You aren’t messing with us”

“No, I told ya, I couldn’t make that shit up even if I wanted to”

Chucky pushed up his glasses once more, slightly annoyed with them, wondering why he still even had them on his face.

The two just sat stunned, barely able to comprehend the words that escaped their fathers lips. Desperate to change the subject Chucky spoke once more.

“Look, I can take the floor, you two don’t have to share a bed. It's fine”

“No…tonight I wanna sleep with Gloria”

“Just take the other bed dad we’re fine”

“...Alright….Goodnight”

“Night”

“Night”

…

Chucky swallowed the lump in his throat, slicking his wet hair backward, feeling uneasy, about how his daughters took the news. He crawled into bed and pulled over the comforter, and tucked his legs in, trying to maintain heat, to keep himself warm for the night. He didn’t have Tiffany there, to snuggle him, or play with her vermillion locks, leaving the spot empty. Meanwhile, Chelsea snuggled up to Gloria, wrapping an arm around her, hugging her tight. She felt that she was the only person in the world she could trust, besides Benny. And Gloria reciprocated the hug giving her sister a loving squeeze back. Giving her sister an ear bud to listen to music as the two slipped into dreamland. Never feeling a touch of cold in each other's grasp.

Morning soon came, and the girls had awoken sooner than their father, they both were starving and helped themselves to the snacks their dad had purchased earlier, snacking in silence waiting for him to wake up. The silence had occasionally been broken by faint snores from Chucky, which had startled Chelsea and Gloria since it had come out of nowhere. Gloria had grown impatient, with noon soon starting to roll around and her dad showing no signs of waking up.

“Dad, Dad…it's like 12 come on get up”

She only received a faint groan, and the sight of her dad laced in beads of sweat, looking as if he was holding in his coughs. The teen looked at him baffled, typically her mom was the one who dealt with Chucky when he was sick. 

“Shit”

“What’s wrong?’’ Chelsea asked seeing her sister place her hand on their fathers forehead

“Dad’s got a fever”

The youngest peaked her head over her sister's shoulder, seeing her father, the left side of his face smushed into the pillow, and his redlocks covering the right side of his face. He was out cold, occasionally letting out a groan of discomfort here and there, but never uttered a word or one that was able to be understood by the sisters. With an eye flutter being the most they had been able to get out of him. Gloria pulled the covers back over her father, giving them a firm tug and gently pat once satisfied with her placement. After she had looked back to Chelsea with a hint of desperation in her eyes.

“What’d we do?”

“Stay here Imma go see if they have or sell soup from the lady up front, and if they don’t I’ll walk to the 7/11 that’s across the street”

“By yourself?”

“Well dad sure as hell can’t”

The teen walked over to her sister who seemed a bit worried, with her head lowered, and her crimson bangs covering her crystal cornflower blue eyes. She gently lifted the young red’s head up giving a reassuring glance.

“Hey I’ll be okay. You know I’d never leave you”

Despite Chelsea not being one for affection like her father she pulled her sister in, too many emotions spiraling in her 12 year old mind.

“Okay”

The redhead borrowed money from he dads wallet and ventured out, taking Beau with her for good measure. She had heard the vast amount of times that dog protected the twins from any danger, so having him there set her worries aside. 

Just as she had expected, no soup was being sold at the lady upfront so Gloria had to venture out to the 7/11. She looked both ways four times for good measure and crossed quickly not wanting to be hit by a speeding car. Thankfully she made it across safely and entered the store. It had a worn aesthetic to it, the chips crunched sitting on the rack begging to be purchased, the hotdogs rotating, the skin on the outside looking as if it had the texture of damn leather, a red flickering light that had been continuously flashing for the coca cola ICEE machine, and the employee. He looked around the age of 20-21, wearing a cap with a logo she had never seen before, a green and white striped polo shirt, with a crooked name tag on the right hand side of his chest. She didn’t bother striking up a conversation and grabbed when she needed along with a few other things. She grabbed several snacks, gummies, gum, uncrushed chips, a blueberry ICEE for Chelsea, a cherry one for her, some Quick N Easy chicken noodle soup, and a phone charger. She set all her items down and waited to be rung up.

“OH WAIT! Can I grab something real quick? It'll just be a second!” 

“Sure Kid”

The teen scurried off with her dog to the aisle where some medicine was located. She had no clue which one to get and took a second to see her options. Her ears perked up hearing the familiar chime of the door when someone entered the store. She heard the cashier deliver her automatic monologue when a loud BOOM broke the air. Causing a loud ringing in Gloria's ears, the sound of a gun shot she could only assume. Beau seemed to be unaffected by the noise which was odd, since he freaked out when the doorbell rang barking wildly, but now the dog's ears were up along with the fur on the back of his neck, faintly growling.

“Find the kid”

Gloria managed to hear that one phrase as the ringing in her ear drums continued. She pocketed the pills and some soup that had been left out of place, that was right in front of her, so she quickly snatched the packet and looked up at the security camera display. Seeing two men circle around the aisles looking for her. Her body stiffened to stone, seeing that one of the men spotted her, and before she could react her dog pounced, latching onto the man. Digging his razor-like fangs into the man's arm continuously jerking his head around. His agonizing screams filled the store as the wolf dog tore away at the flesh of his arm piece by piece. 

Before she could make a break for it she was grabbed by the second man who had entered the shop a few moments ago. Wrapping his arms around trying to immobilize her.

“GET OFF ME!”

Gloria flung herself back and forth trying to wiggle herself free from the man’s grasp. She raised her foot and stomped it down hard on the man's big toe, causing him to scream, however somehow managed to keep his hold on her. 

“You little bitch”

An idea had hit Gloria, one that she snickered at how child-like it was, but now it was her only hope of getting out of her attacker's hold. So drawing inspiration from her father, the teen unhinged her jaw and clamped down tightly, feeling each of her canines sink in, smiling to herself hearing the man roaring and finally releasing her. Her moment of victory was short when her attacker shot right back up ready for round two. Gloria was in no mood however and grabbed a can of spam and chucked it straight at him, hearing a loud clunk! seconds after she released the projectile. The guy simply dropped to the floor unconscious and useless, his body nothing more than a fleshy bag of bones.

“Oh SHIT”

Gloria bolted, but not before grabbing the bag the poor clerk had packeted for her only moments ago.

…

Chelsea had been eagerly waiting for her sister's return, sitting on the small couch right by the small window gazing intently at the road. Slowly moving her arms along the rough textured couch, each grove leaving faint marks along her ivory skin. She gave a few glances backward at her sick father who looked to be suffering with each passing minute. 

“...I hope Gloria gets back soon” 

Just as she uttered the faintly spoken phrase her sister slammed the door wide open, startling her, causing the girl to jolt upwards.

“You’re back!”

Chelsea’s excited face began to soften and contorted into an expression of concern. Her sister had looked as if she had run a mile, with beads of sweat dripping down her temples, and her hair all wild and frizzy. With Beau following close behind panting heavily.

“You ok?”

“Me? Y–Yeah fine….but we gotta get out of here when dad gets better, two guys at the store came after me…and well….you know what never mind”

“...”

The oldest of the two sisters had heated some water up in the microwave and poured in the powder for the soup, stirring it, till the smell of chicken noodle soup filled the air, sweeping its way into her lungs. She carefully carried the bowl over to her dad, and gently lifted his head up, placing the bowl to his dried chapped lips. He instantly began gulping it down, feeling the warm sensation simmer on his worn tongue, and make its way down into his digestive system leaving him in a more relaxed manor. He left the bowl empty, with only a few droplets left. Gloria had retracted the bowl, setting it aside, and carefully setting her dad’s head on the pillow. His groans had begun to become less frequent, and his face began to relax. In about twenty or so minutes she would give him the medicine she grabbed from the store earlier, but before she did so she made a bowl for Chelsea and herself. Both turning on the tv watching whatever was available, sitting side by side, sipping their soup. They both giggled at the obnoxious slurping noises they had made while enjoying their chicken soup, since they had never been able to do so at the dinner table, because it had been deemed impolite, according to their mother. Which was a bit hypocritical since she too was a slurper, but never seemed to notice when she made the noise. Seeing that Beau too wanted some food, Chelsea gave him one of her dad’s jerky sticks hoping it would suffice for the time being. The canine was more than grateful and happily munched down on the meat stick. Later the teen gave her father the medicine and was satisfied with the change in his resting habits. For the rest of the night he slept like a baby.

Chelsea had ended up falling asleep on Gloria’s shoulder while watching a show that had been playing on the television. Once noticing this, Gloria had turned the tv off using the remote, and picked up her younger sister and softly set her into bed, making sure to cover her with the warmer blanket, since she knows how easily cold her sister gets. Before she completely turned off the lights, she gave a kiss to her sister on the cheek, whispering a comforting “goodnight” in her ear, flicking off the light.

…

Morning soon came and the oldest of the Rays was back on his feet. He felt much better, and was finally able to sit up right. He still hadn’t felt 100% but it would have to do, the four of them had to keep moving. He smiled, catching the sight of his two daughters in bed sleeping soundly, looking ever so peaceful and innocent. The redhead did a quick stretch and showered, washing his greasy hair thoroughly, making sure to remove the build up and excess greases and oils. The shower had felt cleansing on his sore body, and had worked wonders in releasing tension in hip upper body allowing his muscles to finally decompress. He now wore brown colored cargo pants accompanied with a belt, along with a maroon polo shirt and blazer. He combed his hair back, borrowing one of his daughter's brushes in order to do so, making sure it was slick, untangled, and out of his face. Then finally putting on his glasses out of sheer habit, since whenever he hadn’t done so he would be pestered about it on the daily from his wife. He quietly walked over to his daughters and nudged them a bit trying to wake them up, however neither of them awoke. Not in the mood to deal with an angry teen and pissed preteen he let them sleep in until the car was ready.

So he packed everything up again making sure not to leave a trace of their presence. He took everything and threw it into the car, and when everything was put away in their vehicle, he took Beau and set the dog in the back and quickly ran to get his girls. He lifted Gloria up first since she had been closer to the edge of the bed, which made it easier to remove her from the motel room to the car. One she was secure in the car and lifted Chelsea and buckled her in as well, moving the strap of the seatbelt away from her face and onto her torso. Once making sure they were both safely strapped in he sped off, driving far away, making sure to keep moving, he had no clue where they were going but he just needed to get far away.

…

“Dad?”

Chelsea had awoken her eyes hazed and sensitive to the sunlight. She realized she was sleeping on her sister's shoulder and quickly propped herself upward. The young red wiped the side of her face, only to feel her eyes widen, feeling drool along her cheek. She resisted making a gasp noise, feeling her face tighten with embarrassment, realizing she had drooled on Gloria! Making sure nobody realized she pulled the handkerchief from her pocket and quickly wiped the residue off her sister's shoulder. 

“Hey Munchkin..here I picked you two up some McDonalds, take what ya want from the bag”

The youngest raised a brow opening it, feeling the scent hit her nostrils. There were loads of goodies in there for her and her sister. Gloria smelling the Mickey D’s flung her eyes open and thankfully for Chelsea hadn’t seemed to notice the drool. Without hesitation the older of the two reached for the bag, and pulled out a golden hash brown. While Chelsea helped herself to the pancakes, somehow managing to not spill the sticky syrup everywhere. The two girls were still a bit on the shaky about hearing about their fathers…past…but he was their dad. The man who raised them taught them how to ride a bike, who attended parent teacher conferences despite hating them, loves and supports them each day. It was a baffling thought that their father could be capable of such deeds, especially how relaxed and caring he is towards them. It simply didn’t compute. Gloria was desperate to break the silence, growing tired of hearing the chewing of her and her sister and the pants of Beau who sat in the back eyeing their breakfast. Chelsea had given the wolf-dog a pancake of hers with no syrup to avoid the mess and to put an end to Beau slobbering and his whimpers for food. 

“So…how are you feeling?”

“Better…and…thanks for the soup…”

“Good…good…and yeah…no problem”

“so…where are we going now?”

“I…I don’t know…we just need to keep moving”

Gloria was contemplating whether to mention the fact that she was attacked by two men the previous day, however he seemed to have enough on his plate and decided to keep the inconvenience to herself.

The family had been driving for what felt like hours, watching cars speed by, along with buildings and billboards that advertised random nonsense. The sights boring each of them, and their bodies growing evermore antsy from sitting on one spot for so long.

“Dad I gotta use the bathroom”

“Now?”

“Yes Now”

“....Alright…I’ll see if there's any buildings or something with a damn bathroom.”

He accelerated the car looking for a more urban area that would have a bathroom and a convenience store to purchase some munchies for the road. Luckily he pulled up to a relatively large building, and found a door. The four of them exited the vehicle, Gloria taking Beau to stretch his legs for a bit, while Chucky tossed out trash left behind from his daughters from their meal from McDonalds, and Chelsea situated herself, making sure her attire looked presentable. 

“Alright, let's head in”

“You sure we’re even allowed to go in?”

“Do you wanna use the damn bathroom or not?”

Chelsea smirked playfully, rolling her eyes towards her father.

“Ok ok grouchy let’s hurry this up”

Chucky raised his brow jokingly raising his scarred middle finger at her chuckling to herself. Gloria was silently giggling behind her father and the four of them made their way inside. They walked through a long hallway with loads of closet rooms. That made the hallway feel endless. 

“Hey maybe this one”

Chucky turned to the side, turning the handle to the right, creaking the metallic door open. He jumped backward when something came at him, knocking him on his rear and his back against the wall. 

“THE FUCK WAS THAT”

“Well dear ol dad It appears you were attacked by a vicious mop”

“HAHAHA”

“.....Very funny Gloria”

“I know I’m hilarious”

Chucky rolled his sapphires, she was his daughter alright. Even Beau appeared to be laughing at him. He scooted himself upward doing a quick stretch before tossing the cursed mop back into the closest. 

“Alright MOVING ON…Come on less see if we can find something in this damn joint”

Chelsea spotted a door at the end of the hallway with light peeking through from under it. 

“THERE”

The Reinhardts scurried off with their shoes squeaking along the ground. Chucky had yanked the door open and froze.

“Oh shit”

The girls peered through seeing crows of people in horror costumes. Loads dressed as Michael  Myers, some as Freddy with his iconic knife glove, as well as Jason with people carrying around a machete with fake blood on it, and even some dressed as their dad. Well a version of their father, most with makeup drawing scars and stitches on their faces, and redheaded wings all looking very cheap.

“The hell?”

“What the…”

Before they even had the chance to speak, some lady approached them, tapping Chucky on the arm.

“Hi I’m sorry you can’t be back here. I’d be happy to escort you to one of the booths though!”

“....uh….sorry we got turned around were fine…”

“Do you guys have a bathroom?”

“Oh yes! Right this way! Sorry I didn’t catch your guy’s names!”

“Oh I’m Chelsea, this is my sister Gloria, our dog Beau, and this is my dad…”

“Loman! Loman Reinhardt you can call me Lee if it’s easier…”

“Oh alrighty then! Right this way’’

The sister exchanged a weird glance at each other, raising their eyebrows as they followed the nice lady. 

“Right here!”

“Thank you!”

The youngest of the redheads bolted in leaving her sister and dad behind.

“You gotta go cuz we ain’t stopping for a while”

“Nah I’m good”

“You sure?”

“Yep!”

“Hey! You two! Chucky fans I see”

“Uhh…”

“Come on, it's obvious with you having the red hair! Get over here! And I like the unique take on his scars”

“Thanks?”

“...Who are you?”

“OH ME? Well I can’t tell ya my real name but you can call me Fanatic or Fan. I prefer Fan it’s quick and simple”

“Alright?”

The two studied the zany employee. She wore a rainbow striped polo similar to the coloring of the long sleeves the doll had in the films. Her brown hair done into a side braid, leaving her bands front and center with them curved to the side as opposed to leaving them in the middle of her head. 

“Would you like to do a Child's Play quiz? If you get them all right you win a prize?! It's super easy”

Before Chucky could deny the offer Gloria exploded with an excited yes!

“First question, what is Chucky’s real name?”

“Charles Lee Ray”

“Who did he marry?”

“Tiffany Valentine”

“How did he get his scars?”

Gloria was curious to hear the answer since he had always fallen silent whenever her or Chelsea asked.

“Uh well…..He fell into a fan…and was stitched up by Tiffany”

“Who voices Chucky”

“Brad Dourif”

Fan grinned ruffling a brow turning to her side calling over another employee, to ask a final question.

“At this point I would normally ask my friend Roz to ask a question but they're a bit busy right now...so I'll just ask another What Chucky’s his personal drive for the first few films”

The redhead froze, not wanting to answer the question in front of his daughter.

“Well…he wanted to take over Andy Barclays body”

“Correct!”

Chucky sighed, lowering his head a bit embarrassed by his response. Gloria could only stare, before her gaze was interrupted by her youngest sister.

“I’m back! Woah what’d we win?”

The wacky employee had handed Chucky two mini-plush key chains of him and Tiffany, with a warm smile waving the family off.

“Come on….let’s go”

The family trailed off pushing past the crowds of people to find the exit and get back to their car. Thankfully before he snapped they found the exit, and went down the sketchy hallway, all walking in deathly silence. Chucky felt as if they were being watched and came to a sudden halt listening to the air. The stillness is unnerving. 

“Dad why’d you–”

“SHH”

Gloria looked at her younger sister who seemed to be fiddling with her bowtie, a sign that she was stressed and anxious. It didn’t help that Beau hair now stood upward and that he was faintly growling. 

Chucky’s eyes widened, quickly ducking seeing a man come at him with a blade swinging it wildly at him. He dodged the attack and swiftly grabbed his attacked hair, and slammed him against the wall, using his free hand to twist his wrist till it snapped, grinning hearing the knife fall and the echoing of his metallic clanks as it hit the ground. The sisters could only watch their mouths agape and their eyes expanding. Chucky paused through sensing someone holding a firearm pointing directly at his skull. He gave a quick glance seeing the man’s hand on the trigger.

“Shit”

Chucky could see the man’s face gleaming with a sense of pride that he was the one to put the infamous red at a chokepoint, restricting him from posing a further threat. However his face contorted into one of confusion seeing a smile spread from ear to ear on Chuck’s snarky face. His lips pressing together, and letting out a high pitched whistle.

“What was the purpose of that Ray”

The red let out a faint giggle only confusing the gun wielder, until he felt sharp fangs pierce into his vulnerable flesh, his arm being yanked, and his skin now tattered and shredded. Chuck took the opportunity to land a hit on him, swinging his elbow backward breaking his attacker's nose all while maintaining a firm grasp on the man who tried to come at him with a blade. The gunny dropped immediately, still screaming as Beau continued tearing away his arm. 

“DAD LOOK OUT”

Before he could turn he was back handed with the handle of a revolver. Sending him into darkness, knocking him out cold. 

“DAADDDDDD”

The third party snickered, at his achievement, grabbing his partner by the arm pulling him back to his feet. Then turning to the girls, raising a brow, then smiling at the realization of who they were.

“Take them”

He frowned seeing one of his partners being taken down by a large canine. Deeming it pathetic. Rolling his eyes unused and raised the revolver, firing it at the dog. Smiling at the loud yelp, and whining it made once the firearm went off.

“BEAU”

“BEAUUU”

The man was unmoved by the girl's cries, seeming to find joy in it in fact. However the small smile had faded seeing the canine was still alive, he raised the gun up again aiming at the dog's skull, ensuring he wouldn’t miss a second time.

“NO DON’T”

The youngest of the Rays shook herself from Gloria’s grasp and bolted at the man who tried killing her dog, and shoved him backward. 

Gloria froze watching the scene play out, frame by frame, leaving her quiet as a mouse. 

Chelsea remained stiff after shoving him, feeling her temple begin to throb, and a hot liquid running down her calf. Then she felt it. The hot burning sensation, as if someone had forced a branding iron to her skin, pressing it further and further into her sink.  Then the loud wailing screams, and finally the hot tears, that now began streaming down her face as she cried out.

“CHELSEA”

Gloria immediately ran over to her, catching her little sister before she could hit the ground. Before she could do anything she too was knocked unconscious.

…

The teen eventually came too, her vision still blurry, and her head feeling as if it were spinning. However she snapped back into reality hearing the sniffles of her little sister.

“Chelsea! Shit shit! Look at me. Let me see your leg, is it bad? Oh Chelsea…oh so sorry…god…”

The young red continued to whimper to herself, continuously wiping tears away from her face, with them soaking into her now bloodstained outfit. 

“Hey look at me! It’s going to be okay”

Gloria lightly caressed her sister's face trying to provide some form of reassurance, pulling the young red into a tight hug, feeling her little sister dig her soaked face into her shoulder. The older of the two quickly broke the embrace, inspecting her sister's leg. Blood spewing from the wound, her flesh vulnerable and pulsing. The sight was painful for Gloria to bear witness to. Instinctively she tore off her sweatshirt and began wrapping around her sister's leg as a makeshift tourniquet. 

“O–OW”

“Sh sh I know I know…you’re going to be okay…I promise”

Once it was tight around Chelsea’s leg she stood up extending her hand out to her sister. Once the two intertwined their fingers Gloria pulled the young red up to her feet, and supported her side, stabilizing her.

“W–Where are we?”

“I—I don’t know”

…

Chucky eventually awoke, his body restrained to a chair. His arms shackled downward and his legs binded to those of the chair. His glasses cracked, slipping off his face, and his beard cut off much to his dismay.

“What the fuck…”

“Glad to see you’re awake Charles” 

“Linda! How’s the life of a widow?! You still pissed ‘bout your husband?”

“...Very….I haven’t stopped think about that day in years��and all this planning has finally brought you here”

“....Jeez woman, ever heard of a cat? Or getting a damn hobby? Like seriously get over it”

“You arrogant man…you know I’ve waited years searching for a weakness of yours….until I found 5…but at the current moment I believe 2 will suffice…I always heard the good die young…”

Chucky fell silent, his scarred fists balling up into shaking fists. His slit brows furrowing with seething rage.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM”

The sudden outburst had caught the woman off guard, her hand coming up to her chest with a shocked gasp.

“Now that! That was quite the reaction”

The widow turned away leaving him screaming. His yells and constant thrashing put on a show for her bodyguards finding his struggle rather amusing.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH THEM YOU HEAR ME!!??? DON’T FUCKING TOUCH THEM”

His screams slowly fading into wails of desperation, at the mere thought of his children being harmed. After what felt like hours of pointless screaming he hung his head down, allowing his hair to shield his flushed face. His vocal cords exhausted from the continuous pleads and threats.

“….Don’t hurt them….they didn’t do anything to you….Beat the shit out of me….just….don’t touch them…please”’

The widow approached Chucky once again grabbing his chin forcing him to look up at her.

“If only you didn’t pull that trigger on my husband…then maybe your little girls would still be alive”

Chucky froze feeling his heart sink, trying to process what he had just heard. He refused to take the information as a factual statement…she was lying…she had to be.

“You’re lying….YOU’RE FUCKING LYING’’

With each word his heart broke, his voice beginning to falter as it shattered, and its shattered remnants spread across the floor. Tears began to follow in suit as they leaked from his eyes.

“Y–YOU’RE LYING…N–No…NOOO”

“Am I now?”

“...y–you have to be….t—they’re not gone….my babies aren’t gone”

“Oh how the mighty do fall”

Chucky felt something in him snap, his lip quivering, his mind throbbing, and his heart numb. He began viciously thrashing, yanking his arms and legs from the restraints, popping the metallic buckles with his sheer strength.

“HE'S OUT”

Chucky had slipped into a berserker rage, in a primitive mind set. Snarling, almost beast like, stalking. He lunged on one of the guards, clawing at him till his hands became wet with a familiar liquid. Tearing away at the pulsating flesh, ripping it till he saw bone. He tore the throat out of one, and bit the ear off the other. Crimson staining his entire being, his hands now claws, and his teeth fangs. Three more ganged up, string him down, frightened to approach him.

“Heh always wanted to try these out’’

The three looked horrified seeing blades come out of the redheads shoes, seeming to glisten in the vermilion surrounding them.

“Oh shit”

…

Gloria and Chelsea had been stumbling through the Labyrinth followed by a limping Beau. Feeling they had passed the same corner twice in a row the two began to lose hope.

“We’re gonna die in here aren’t we”

“We’re not gonna die…I won’t let you…w–we just need to find dad” She reassured as they continued to press onward with the hellish maze.

“Gloria”

The older sister turned to Chelsea, her face with mild concern hearing how faint her sister's voice was.

“Yeah?”

“I’m tired…”

Gloria came to a quick pause blinking away the tears beginning to form in her ducts. 

“We can rest here for now”

“I’m slowing you down…just go without me…you’re chances of survival will increase greatly once dropping the dead weight…aka me”

The older of the two knelt down beside her softly taking her hand, massaging it with her thumb.

“I’m not gonna leave you Chelsea…we always stick together…remember?”

“...you mean it?”

“Mhm…I’d never leave you….you know that right?”

“Oh thank god because there was no way I was army crawling out of here”

A faint giggle escaped Gloria’s lips, finding her sister's humor reassuring. The humorous giggles that had been exchanged had fallen silent at the sound of ambiguous claps coming from the distance.

“Well isn’t that touching?”

“...”

“...”

“The “I'd never leave you” cliche! So unique…truly Oscar worthy…Ha ha ha brings a tear to my eye. I swear I can hear a sad violin playing in the background somewhere.”

“...”

“...”

“You’re the fucker at the 7/11”

“And you’re the brat that bit me and whacked me in the damn head…and thank you for that damn migraine after that”

“No problem glad I left you something to remember me by”

Gloria's confidence dwindled seeing her attacker pull a knife out from his pocket catching her reflection in the blade. 

“Oh shit”

She looked around for something to use as a defensive weapon other than her fists, since she had no idea how to fight in hand to hand combat. A maniacal smile crept on her face seeing a sledgehammer leaning against a pipe that had been connected to the rusting walls. Leaving the atmosphere with a filthy green hue. The hammer had appeared for demolition in construction use for the building she was in but in all honestly she didn’t care and held it firmly. Revealing her sharp canines.

The red screamed out a battle cry in true Ray fashion and pounced, raising the sledgehammer high in the air ready to swing it down. However as she leapt into the air the man swung his blade slicing her arm cleanly, finding a chilling satisfaction in her painful howl. 

“GLORIA”

The girl had dropped to her knees hearing the metal of the hammer clamoring in her ears. The man had stepped over to her side, yanking her long locks backward. Gloria could only scream in agony feeling the strands of her hair being pulled from her scalp. She tried reaching for the handle of the sledge only for it to be kicked away by her attacker, forcing to enduring his irritating giggles of child-like glee. However the teen dug her sharp nails into his ankles, pressing till they broke skin, feeling the crimson seep into her nail beds. His screams made it worth her while, and the stringing from nearly having her hair pulled off her burning scalp. While Gloria continued to press her talons into his ankles, Chelsea had taken notice he dropped his blade, Gloria’s blood still splattered on the blade. She forced herself to crawl to the blade while the man was distracted, her hand merely centimeters away. Thankfully Beau had assisted the young red with pushing the knife with his snout closer to the young redhead. Without hesitation Chelsea slit his heel, the blood squirting into her face, a grin of satisfaction accompanying her face as she witnessed his knees buckle and his body falling backward, his back now to the concrete.

“Thanks”

“I owed ya one”

The teen returned to her feet maintaining a stable footing, reaching downward, grabbing the sledgehammer, locking eyes with her constant tormenter. His fearful browns with her enraged teals. Smirking at the sight of the bruise from where she whacked him with a can of good ol spam. Fully knowing where to strike the hammer. 

“Karmas a bitch ain’t it?”

“NO DON’T PLEASE—”

Chelsea remained stone, seeing her sister obliterate the man's skull turning it into a pile of mush, similar to a smashed pumpkin, typically found throughout their neighborhood a few days after Halloween.

“Damn…what an adrenaline rush”

“....”

“Come on…we gotta find dad…”

The youngest gave a slight head nod still wielding the blade she used to slice the heel of that man. Catching her reflection in the distorted mirror, swearing she could have seen her father looking back at her.

…

Nothing no longer had a readable pulse. Everything was mangled, torn to shreds, with pieces of skin and meaty flesh everywhere, and bloodshed. Chucky was soaked in vermilion, his hair even redder than before, his body now stained not to mention his attire. Charles now a monster in a frenzy, anything that moved, no longer having a lease on life. His mouth and body slit in various sections, faint snaring escaping the small gap, and pupils dilated. A blade now present in his right hm and the entrails of a latest victim in his left. He sniffed the tainted air, and listened for something other than silence. His attention had been drawn from the noise of faint whimpers, he tracked it, and saw someone cowering in the corner, surrounded by corpses. 

“I    found      you”

The sound of his demented bellows, caused the loner to tense, knowing fully what would come next. Chucky stepped forward, drawing his hand back and ramming it into the man's jugular, tearing out what looked to be tonsils feeling his already slippery hands begin to warm with the familiar liquid soaking them. He discarded them and continued searching for Linda…she was the one he was at the top of his list. He took a few steps forwards, hearing the blades of the ends of his shoes scrap against the scarlet stained floor. He sniffed the air, his nostrils filling within the scent of fresh spilled blood. His face slowly contorted into a continuously deeping scowl as he progressed further into the Labyrinth. The walls felt as if they had been slowly enclosing in as he took a few steps forward.

…

Gloria and Chelsea had been staggering through the maze, both leaning against one another with Beau trailing closely behind limping like Chelsea. 

“We already went down this way”

The teen sighed, the overwhelming sense of defeat engulfing her, leaving her feeling hopeless.

“What was that?” 

“What was what?”

Chelsea’s head titled in the sound of faint snarling, her eyes focusing towards the corner, while her sister was squinting trying to get a decent view point.

“We gotta follow it”

“Are you kidding me thats horror movie rule #1 don’t follow the spooky noises and just leave! This is how people die Gloria”

“Come on…we gotta figure out what the hell that is Chelsea”

“WHY, we should be running….oh I don’t know…THE OTHER WAY”

Gloria ignored her sister and began to walk forward to the faint bellows and growls, her curiosity getting the better of her…she just had to know what was making that animalistic sound. The growl of the beast continued to grow as the two sisters approached, their confidence beginning to drain with each passing step. Their grips tightening around their weapons as they continued down.

“D–Dad”

…

The redhead felt the crimson vision begin to slowly fade from his crystal blue orbs, at the sound of a similar voice. It begins rather soft, filled with desperation with a hint of anxiety. The redhead twisted his neck in the direction of the voice, feeling his muscles strain and his sore bones crack.

“Kids”

“It is dad”

“DAD”

Chucky froze, he saw his little girls standing right infront of him a couple yards away, he assumed one to two, three at most. Their sweet faces splattered, their cupid lips quivering, their clothing stained, and eyes bewildered. Chucky couldn’t only stare, feeling his heart begin to palpitate within his chest, soaked in blood that was not his own. He let out an uneasy breath, pausing, catching his hushed voice in his shaky exhale. He retracted his shoe blades and slowly approached them, his face beginning to fill with emotion, that of relief, joy, and worry. The sisters calmly staggered toward their dad, limping the entire way, followed by their benevolent canine. Chucky quickened his pace and wrapped two strong arms around his daughters, squeezing them tightly. The two younger vermilions returned embrace, slightly whimpering into their dad’s chest with sudden relief. Chucky inspected their faces, kissing them both on the head as he did, his emotions scattered as he did so. He felt his body stiffen seeing Chelsea’s wounded leg, a rush of great concern and fury beginning to overwhelm him. 

“Who the fuck did this to you. Are you ok? What the hell happened! Are you hurt anywhere else!? Chelsea, look at me, please just tell me you’re okay otherwise. And Gloria what the fuck happened to your arm?! Let me see? WHOS the son of a bitch that did this”

“Dad we’re okay now…he’s rotting in hell”

“...yeah and besides these minor inconveniences I think we'll be fine…b–but I–I'm tired and my leg hurts…I–I can’t walk on it..…”

Without hesitation Chucky immediately lifted his youngest daughter, holding her tightly in his grasp. Now protective instincts are beginning to kick in, now overshadowing his homicidal urges. He completely forgot about his personal vendetta against his captor, and looked for the nearest exit. They ran down every hallway only to come to a dead end each time, with each failed attempt only increased the building anxiety in Charles.

“DAD OVER THERE”

Gloria tugged on her dad’s arm pointing to a large metallic door that none of them had passed before and ran to it. However, after firmly pushing and pulling the door wouldn’t budge. It only gave a faint creak noise at any attempt to pry it open. Chucky turned to Gloria and nudged her a bit motioning for her to take Chelsea. The teen immediately complied and backed up with Beau following suit. Chucky did a mini shake, putting some distance between him and the door, he ran at it and forced her foot forward kicking the door down with brute force. Sighing from exhaustion he knelt down and picked up his youngest once more, setting her on his chest to make his hold more comfortable for her. Chelsea however remained silent seeing a growing figure running in the direction of the four of them. Her cornflower blue eyes widening seeing what the figure now appearing to be a woman was wielding, a large mallet now raised high above her head. Out of reflex Chelsea raised her blade that she still held and flung it with her wrist watching it soar. Watching the knife swiftly fly through the air cutting with whispering wind as it did so. Soon followed a loud gush sound, a hard drop, and the clamor of metal.

“The fuck? OH SHIT”

Blood now spewing from an eye socket, the woman's jaw slightly agape, and the light in her eyes now fading to a dull grey. 

“...Damn Chelsea”

The young red said nothing and just stared, her hold on her dad tightening as she burrowed her quivering face further into his chest seeking some reassurance and comfort.

“...can we go home”

Chucky held her closer, giving her a kiss on the head, and pulling Gloria into a sweet embrace as the three of them stared at the corpse.

“Yes…let’s go home”

[letstalkaboutit100]

Ideas pt 14/headcanons for the O'hair twins! Blue=concpets Pink=episode ideas Green=notes

Here are MORE IDEAS if EAH ever got a reboot. But this post is special... IT'S ALL ABOUT THE O'HAIR TWINS!

Note: I haven't seen any of the web episodes but I have seen the show! So don't judge if I get something wrong! ALSO I thought that the long-hair twin was Poppy and the other Holly. And I personally like my way better. So yeah. Check out my ideas pt 12 post since this is kind of a continuation.

Ok so I know that everyone thought that she was the older twin so that meant that she was the next Rapunzel but in the web episode their grandma tells them that Holly is older by a hair lol and that she's TECHNICALLY the next Rapunzel but she doesn't want to be so it's a family secret kind of thing.

I feel Holly wouldn't want to come to Ever After High knowing that she has no destiny and sees no point. But over the summer it's all Poppy can talk about. She's so excited! And tries to convince Holly all summer to come with her. "Maybe you'll find something you'll like! You could discover that you do have your own destiny!" "I'm sorry Poppy but you know that's not true. You're older. There's only so much destiny to go around. And I doubt I'll find something that will spark my interest so much that I'll suddenly 'write my own destiny'. " "But I would hate to be away from you for so long!" "It's ok Poppy!" *smiles* "I'll be ok here home-schooled." (I feel the twins would be home-schooled for some reason) "No way! If you're not going then I'm not going!" WHAT! No! Poppy I-" "Nope!" *plops down on her bed and crosses her arms* "I won't go off into some magical life-changing school and leave my OWN sister alone with her thoughts convincing herself that she's not special when she's the most special person in the world to me! Not gonna happen!" *a couple of weeks later school has already started and it's after legacy day* H: "I still can't believe that you're not going!" *sits down for breakfast* P: "There's practically no point now. Legacy day was yesterday I doubt they would have accepted any new students at that point." *they talk while eating breakfast* R: "Morning girls!" H/P: "Morning mom!" R: "Now, Poppy are you sure you still don't want to go to school? I know that Legacy Day was yesterday but H: "No thanks, Mom! If Holly's not going then I'm not going!" *smiles* R: "I Love how close you two are!" "Well, I'm going to bring your grandmother her tea, shout if you need anything!" *Leaves* *The girls continue to eat while Poppy blabs about something* *In Holly's mind* H: "I don't want Poppy to throw her whole destiny away for me! This is all my fault. She deserves to go to a REAL school with other royals like her and not be stuck with some no-destiny nobody like me." "Holly? Holly! HOLLY!" *Holly snaps out of her thinking stage* "Uh, yeah?" "I asked if you wanted to come horseback riding with me later" "Oh! Uh yeah! Totally!" *Poppy looks at her sister weirdly but figures she was just lost in thought and starts to talk again* *A few minutes later their mother and grandmother come downstairs to join them* G: "Morning girls!" "Morning Grandma." R: "I'll get your food Mom" *Raps and her mom start to talk about Raven at legacy day* H: "Wait what did you say?" G: "Oh? You girls haven't heard?" *shakes their heads* "Raven queen, the daughter of the evil queen didn't sign the storybook of legends yesterday!"

(I know that the twins' arrival was a web episode but I'm not sure if the rest of the gang were still first years or not. In case they aren't I want them to be. So this little concept/episode idea for why the twins come to EVA a little late. I want to them to arrive after Legacy Day so still in season 1. This episode's idea is a 2 parter. My idea first then pt 2 is the actual episode when they arrive.)

I'll post part 2 to this in a second. (part 23 and 24)

[petrichorvoices]

hi! tell me about your ocs :D

ok

[Image ID: a reference sheet for a character named Phyllis Smith. there are two drawings of her in a floating position, showing different outfits. she has pale skin and wavy orange hair in a cartoony style. in the first drawing, she's wearing a crop top sweater, zebra-print pants, and a fanny pack. in the second, she's wearing a t-shirt that reads, "Your waifu wouldn't love you if she was real.", jeans, and an over-the-shoulder Jellycat egg bag. there is text between the drawings that reads, "outfits for inspiration. you can do others though! in general, e likes casual clothing, zebra print, & runners. it dislikes necklaces & skirts". end ID]

this is Phyllis Smith!!! our beloved, our utter favourite, e's completely spoiled. it's in its third year of university, majoring in ecology & biodiversity, it's a genderqueer lesbian who uses she/her, it/its, and e/em pronouns, and it's twins with Martin Smith. we give each of our OCs a core concept, something we can always return to when developing them, and for Phyllis, her core concept is that she's afraid she's wasting her youth. she's 23 and completely terrified that she's going to grow up without noticing, that she'll wake up one day and realize that she wasn't young enough while she was young. this manifests in em being kinda super fucking reckless, skipping class to party or go barhopping, not really having a sense of foresight, etc. while she's not particularly responsible with her own life, she's always trying to get her loved ones to be more responsible. this is a point of contention with Martin, who doesn't really want her "babying" him. she can't help it; she's scared that something horrible will happen to someone she loves because she wasn't there to prevent it. she has a deep anxiety in that she's not truly capable of caring for others, an anxiety which she makes up for by completely smothering people

it enjoys birdwatching, pranks, and partying. it eats corn chips by the bag despite not particularly liking them, just because it's habit at this point. e's schizophrenic, because we moved on from projecting on Opal and project on Phyllis now. e doesn't know this though, and really has no idea what's happening. she's a Blaseball fan, loving the Houston Spies, and really enjoys Fallout 4. e has a fur allergy and never, ever brings an epipen. we love it so, so much

[Image ID: a drawing of a character named Martin Smith, traced over a meme image. he has brown skin, curly brown hair with green highlights, a green beanie, and a gray sweater, and he's sitting with his knees pulled close to his chest. he's sitting in a bathroom surrounded by hundreds of slices of bread. end ID]

for some reason this is the only art of Martin i can find that i'm happy with!!! Martin Smith goes by Morty, he's a music/music theory major {we're still working out the details of like, classes and majors and stuff}, and he completely hates his major. Morty's core thing is that he just.. cares too little. he used to care more, but at one point he just gave up. why bother? he's been in his twin Phyllis' shadow his entire life, and even though she does her best to mitigate that, even now as adults he feels unimportant. forcing himself into a major he hates didn't get his mother to pay more attention to him, and he's scared that since it's his third year it's too late to do anything else. Martin's fucking tired, that's what it is. he's tired of being the side character, he's tired of worrying about his future, he's tired of trying to figure out who he is. he loves his sister, yeah, but sometimes being with her is fucking exhausting, and Zachary is his solace. i'll get more into the relationships later, but know that Zachary is what's getting Morty to finally confront some internalized homophobia and gender feelings

Martin doesn't care, but that doesn't make the anxiety stop. he puts up a front of sorts, of this chill, unbothered guy. you'll never see him not smiling, you'll never catch him in an anxiety attack. he's mastered the art of turning conversations away from himself, and being in the background {unfortunately} comes easy to him. he's a geek, he likes cosplay, he's huge into D&D and getting more into Star Trek. he fucking hates zebra print, he rewrites news articles as a hobby, he's learning how to cross-stitch, he's too anxious to bring up to his psych that he needs his anxiety meds upped, he's surprisingly energetic for how chill he seems. Morty doesn't know who he is. he doesn't know if he cares anymore. Morty's just getting by, Morty'll be alright, he just has to remember that

[Image ID: a digital painting in an experimental style, depicting a headshot of a character named Zachary Seth. he has brown skin, dark brown hair in an afro, brown eyes, and heavy eyebags. he's looking into the top right of the painting and looks disinterested. end ID]

gods i really need to redo the references for all of the characters, the only one i'm happy with is Phyllis'. introducing Zachary Seth, pronouns he/they, the character whose creation pretty much turned this project from a simple experiment to a years-long idea that quite literally is the reason why we're in the university we're in now, among other things. he's an art major, he works at a coffee shop, he's stressed as hell, and he's super, SUPER fucking cool. their core concept is that they're very, very uneasy with the idea of being perceived badly. scared, even, though they'd never, ever use that word. everything that Zachary does is to project this idea of a guy who's put-together, intelligent, clearly the best choice for anything. he wants, needs people to think of him and immediately associate him with success. not stardom, no, but success. because of this, they don't swear, they don't let their friends nickname them, they even go to the extent of keeping tabs on their phone open to various Wikipedia articles and literature pages so anyone who might steal their phone thinks they're intelligent. fine, yes, it's an obsession, but don't let him hear you calling it that again. he heard that people gravitate towards laidback people, so he started yoga and meditating and binaural beats and anything to help him relax, and that didn't work so he took classes on body language so he can pretend he's not stressed

he doesn't tend to realize how pretentious he can come off, he wears a puffy rainbow jacket EVERYWHERE, he needs to prove himself to his dying father, he's trying to balance his freedom with responsibility. he does pottery, he wants to look into glassblowing. he hates Opal with a burning passion and he can't articulate why. Martin makes him feel soft inside and that (scares? (worries? (comforts?))) makes him feel weird so he doesn't think about that. he keeps an epipen with him at all times, not because he has any allergies, but because Phyllis does and she never bothers. he'd rather die than lose his friends. he doesn't think about death much. he's perfect. he's burning the candle at both ends and he's running out of wick

[Image ID: a digital bust portrait of a character named Opal Jeanne. she's looking to the left and has pale skin covered in freckles, short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a double chin. she's wearing a gray beanie and a yellow sweatshirt. end ID]

GODS ALL OF HER ART IS SO OLD AND BAD this is Opal Jeanne. she was the very, very first character we created for this project, back in January 2017 {.... holy fucking shit it's been 6 years}. she was a definite self-insert at the time, and while we've changed and we project on her less and she's been developed in different ways, she definitely still shows that. they're an art major, they work at a coffee shop.. that sounds a little familiar. she fucking hates Zachary. hates him. she could probably figure out why if she thought about it but she doesn't want to waste any energy on that damned man. she hates him. her core concept is that she needs to be noticed. she doesn't even need to be appreciated, she just needs to be noticed. someone needs to remember her, put her name to a face, know that she is and was and is and that she's there, she exists, she's right here and she made an impact, however small. they grew up with rich but emotionally neglectful parents, and they only started getting attention once they picked up art and proved to be a prodigy. she constantly competed with her sibling growing up for the attention of their parents; she doesn't understand how people can be close with their families. when she moved out for university she realized how soul-crushingly lonely she was, and now she surrounds herself with everyone she can, for better or for worse. she needs to win, she needs to be important

they love Broadway, and really just musicals in general. they draw and they sculpt, and they're damn good at both. she wears shirts you'd see on Pinterest, super cheesy ones. they're still learning how basic social interaction works. they want a tattoo of Icarus. she has a horrible sense of time, she can't work with cloth to save her life, she's always cheery to the point it's weird, she sings badly on purpose just to get eyes on her because bad publicity it still publicity

[Image ID: a drawing made in a bible with markers, depicting Zachary resting his hand on Martin's shoulder and looking concerned. Martin looks uncomfortable and is looking away. he's saying, "Zachary... i need to tell you something." end ID]

i still like this doodle so it gets to go here!!!

Phyllis and Martin are twins. Phyllis is older, which she lords over him. they've been incredibly close their entire lives, being best friends and anchors for each other. despite that, their mother always did seem to prefer Phyllis, and their classmates found Phyllis way less anxious and way easier to talk to, and over time Martin kind of got pushed into her shadow. they both noticed this, and Phyllis, to its credit, has always been trying to fix this. e points out Morty's contributions, refusing to come to events unless Morty can come too, trying to make him feel better about himself. and the sentiment is appreciated, really, it is. it's just.. no amount of that can make up for how unwanted Morty feels at times. and having one person in his corner is good, but it's only one person. they're adults now, in their third year of university, living on campus. Phyllis encouraged Morty to make friends, to put himself out there. they made sure to get separate rooms so they can try and be their own people more {they spend all their time over at the other's place anyway}. Morty doesn't mean to, but yeah, fine, he does kind of resent Phyllis for this. it's not her fault, he knows, he knows that. but he's never been good with his emotions, and his emotions are rarely good to him. sometimes, it's just, Phyllis smothers, and then she doesn't do enough, and she needs help but only cares about getting him help and it hurts to see her ignoring her own needs like that. they can feel their relationship growing more strained but they're both too scared to do anything, say anything, even imply anything about it. so they keep going as they always does, and they hope it won't ever boil over {it does. trust us, it does}

Phyllis and Martin both latched onto Zachary practically the moment they met him. the three of them are thick as thieves, closer friends than you'll ever find. Zachary doesn't like to ever admit it, even to himself, but look, he doesn't really have any other friends. and these two are so good to him, he's content to just spend time in their company. they have fun. they make him feel like he's someone other than a background character or a sidekick. in this clique, he's in charge. he's happy with that, and they're happy with that. he feels that with them, he's not just being dragged around anymore; he takes care to make sure they don't feel like sidekicks either. notably, Martin is closer to Zachary than Phyllis is, but this doesn't bother any of them. Martin likes Zachary. he makes him comfortable. Zachary makes him feel seen for.. well, for Martin. for Morty. not for Phyllis' brother, not for the other Smith kid. they go out for coffee and Zachary lets Martin order first. they take the bus and Zachary lets Martin choose where they sit. now, both Martin and Zachary have some heavy internalized homophobia going on. slightly different flavours, but in the end, it's pretty much the same result. they're friends with benefits, something they never say a word about, to each other or anyone else. they fall asleep on each other a lot and wake up more rested than they usually feel. neither of them look into it too much

Zachary and Opal are rivals, nemeses. they're in most of the same classes and they're competing for who's top of the class. they're coworkers, and it's always one of them who's employee of the month. their rooms are literally right across from each other, it's kind of comedic. they're always competing, trying to out-do each other. Zachary sees Opal as a threat to his independence and freedom, to this ideal image he's trying to project. he can't be perfect if there's someone always taking his victories from him. Opal does find their rivalry fun at times, but he reminds her of her sibling, so she resents him for that. why does Zachary get to be so perfect, when she's still learning how to be a proper person? why does Opal get to win everything, when she already grew up rich and happy anyway?

Phyllis and Opal are in love. there's no other way to put it. they're in love. they're dating, but Phyllis insists on it being secret, in case Zachary finds out and hates her for it and she loses her two best friends {he wouldn't do that. he wouldn't throw her out like that. she's one of his best friends, he wouldn't do that. but she's scared. she's really, really scared}. it started as a "know thy enemy" sort of mission. Opal and Zachary's rivalry was still blooming, and Phyllis figured she would get some insider details, to help out. but they struck it off. they're comfortable talking to each other. they compared their experiences with their parents, their perfect futures, how they both were asshole kids at times. they've got a good thing going

in person, Opal and Martin don't really feel much of anything towards each other. vague dislike, maybe, but neither of them have their hearts in it. Martin knows that she makes Zachary upset. Opal knows that he makes Zachary really happy. that's about it. online, though, they're close friends, though neither of them have connected the dots and realized who the other is yet. this is still a relationship we need to develop further, but they're friends, they like each other, they just don't really realize it yet

this post is really long so i'm gonna show you art we did of Ingrid Elkins, Opal's best friend, that we still like and leave it at that. her fashion is incredible

[Image ID: a drawing of a character named Ingrid Elkins tagging a full-length mirror selfie, with her phone in front of her face and her other hand at her side. she has dark brown skin, blue hair in a bun, an eyebrow piercing, and a curvy figure. she's wearing a crop top with a moon symbol on it, a long blue skirt with a moon and stars pattern on it, tie-dye flip-flops, and moon and star earrings. her nails are painted blue and her phone is pale pink. end ID]

Ingrid needs so much more development than she has right now, but it's definitely better than it used to be. her fashion sense is our favourite out of all the characters honestly. she's just very fun to draw

if you read this far you get a gold sticker, thank you for indulging us

[guessimate]

This family started with only like 14$ in the bank so I had to get them some money to at least re-start the garden. As Eustacia came over to visit, Hortensia sold her a crate of tomatoes [201$], because that’s what happened during the Carbonneaus’s round anyway. She also sold 10 crates of tomatoes for 2000$ to her BFF Ernest Emere (merchant). Then she planted 3 rows of plants.

~*~

I rolled #86 Master Herbalist Diploma. I’m supposed to max Gardening, learn Physiology, and Lifelong Happiness. As Hortensia is a Plantsim and already has the Golden gardening badge, I feel like it would be a bit unfair, so I’d do that with her daughter. However, these sims are not supposed to be literate, so in the end I decided to reroll it, while still working on gardening for Olga Leila (she ended up getting a Silver badge).

I rerolled and got #31 I just need to get a pack of cigarettes. I guess the man of the house who had already left for war will never come back to join his family. I might have them get divorced if they don’t die before the war is over. I rolled his wife would hate him, but kids are OK with this. If they get divorced I guess that works for being enemies.

 ~*~

As Hortensia and Olga Leila are both vegetarians, they started preparing spaghetti, which makes sense, especially that they are tomato suppliers.

Hortensia gave birth to 2 baby boys. One of them is blue-eyed, the other – gray-eyed. I wanted to kill Hortensia off, as her roll was quite low (25, that’s really the odds I have of dying, but I roll 3 times at twin birth). She would suffer from some postpartum fever and she would die when Olga Leila would become a teen. I also realized she’s for sure doomed, because I forgot to summon the midwife they live so far away from everyone and there was no other adult to send for the midwife to come. 

Unfortunately, I had so much trouble killing this Plantsim off without cheating that I decided to just lock her in a room. She’s been doing absolutely nothing since her babies became toddlers. The last kid she took care of was her heir. I do realize they shouldn’t really have more than 3 kids but I’m not separating twins, especially now when I still don’t have an orphanage or anything. I’d really like the orphanage to be a part of the convent.

~*~

Hortensia is an Ambitious, Family-oriented, Socially awkward Vegetarian and Kleptomaniac.

Olga Leila is a Vegetarian, Sailor and Daredevil that Loves to swim. I guess she’d like to get away from this place where they are pretty much exiles. Olga is a Gemini – 1 Sloppy, max Outgoing, 7 Active, 0 Serious, and 7 Nice. I rolled Olga’s aspiration and it’s Family, which is great if she’s going to be a mom figure to her siblings.

Castor is Family-oriented, Brave & Lucky. He is an Aquarius with 6 Neat points & 8 Active points (like his mom), 2 Shy points, 9 Playful points & max Nice points. Castor was taught all toddler skills by mom and his sister taught him the Nursery Rhyme.

Declan is a Cowardly Great Kisser with a Green Thumb. He’s a Scorpio (like mom), but with a different personality. He is 0 Serious & 5 Nice (like mom), but also 9 Neat, 7 Outgoing & 7 Active (like his twin!). He learnt all toddler skills from his sister and a Nursery Rhyme from his older brother Castor.

Ronan is Socially Awkward, Inappropriate and he has Good Sense of Humour (dirty jokes incoming!). He’s an Aquarius, like Castor. He’s 6 Outgoing & 5 Nice (like mom), 9 Playful, 4 Sloppy & 7 Active. Ronan unfortunately only learnt to use Potty and to Walk, so I guess he has some communication issues. He actually already rolled quite bad traits as is, so I think that’s enough for now…

 ~*~

I believe they earned 2201$ this round and they dug up just a bone.

660$ – tax

1000$ – rent

= 1660$ to the Royal Wallet (rounded down to 1600$). There is 17,850$ in the treasury (87,850$ earned in total).

220$ – tithe to Church (rounded down to 200$). The Church has 16,900$ now.

They’re left with pretty much nothing again, since they spent some money, growing crops. They’ll sell them next round. They might have to sell all the produce they have left next round, because they need more beds and possibly a room, especially that their mother is just wilting away in one.

[klove0511]

It's Rest I Want Chapter 2

Dean rolled over, glaring at the red numbers on the radio clock. 5:32 AM. He should just accept that he wasn’t sleeping tonight and get up, but that sounded like too much work. Sam’s apparition had thrown him badly, even though it had only lasted a few seconds. Not even long enough for Sam to say anything. Still. So much for whatever he’d been trying to tell himself. Sam had obviously been haunting him for weeks now. 

He flipped onto his back, kicking at the comforter that was now twisting around his legs. Sam was here. Sam had, presumably, been at Bobby’s and in the woods by the pyre too. The last one made some sense, but the others didn’t. Dean rolled the problem around his mind, not really trying to figure out the answer but unable to stop thinking about the fact that Sam was a ghost and all the implications of that. Sam was attached to something, and it was something that had come with Dean from Bobby’s. The car, maybe. Dean winced at the thought. Not that he planned to, but if it came to it, he wasn’t sure he could stand to burn the Impala to lay Sam to rest for good. No. He could. He would, if he had to. But maybe he wouldn’t have to. Sam hadn’t been acting like a vengeful spirit so far. Maybe it would stay that way. 

Tossing his arm over his eyes to block out the light from the parking lot, Dean groaned in frustration. He wasn’t going to dig into it, but he knew he was lying to himself. No ghost stayed peaceful indefinitely. 

Sam didn’t make any more appearances that day, and Dean was both relieved and bothered by it. Did it mean he couldn’t? Or could he just appear at night? That was common enough.  What about other ghost stuff, like moving things or EVP? He tried not to think about it, with limited success.

He was here to do a job, though, and he needed to focus. Andy Gallagher was an unknown quantity, but people had been killed. Maybe he was dangerous like Max Miller had been, or maybe he was unlucky like Sam, but either way Dean needed to watch himself. 

The first thing he did was hit the police station. All the news articles Dean had managed to dig up surrounding the deaths had conspicuously avoided mentioning Andy, even James Gallagher’s obituary. The other people, ok maybe. Dean could see no one making the connection between an old coworker and the guy’s pediatrician. But when he was omitted from his own dad’s obit, Dean’s spidey senses tingled. 

Luckily, the police reports were more useful. Dean had to dig through them for an hour before he found what he was looking for, though. The finished reports had been scrubbed clean too, but the files still contained some of the preliminary notes. From there, he headed to county records and between the two managed to discover links between Andy and every victim. Tracy had been more than a coworker, she was his ex. The doctor who shot up the gun store had arranged Andy’s adoption. The woman who torched herself was his birth mother. And the guy who had been stabbed breaking and entering James Gallagher’s house had been Andy’s twin, separated at birth. This guy was bad news, no doubt about it. 

Dean pulled Andy’s plates and registration information from the police database and did his best to prepare for a confrontation.

Andy's van was parked just two blocks from the police station. It was a hell of a sight, with a polar bear and a barbarian queen painted on the side. He watched it for a couple hours with no activity, which just served to remind him why he hated stakeouts. If there wasn’t a good chance Andy had killed half a dozen people, he would have gone over and pounded on the back door. Anything to get this moving along. But he wasn’t looking to die today.

That realization alone surprised him, because it had been weeks since he felt that way. His first reaction was horror that he was coming to terms with Sam being dead. Moving on, or whatever. But no, when he probed the aching pit in his soul he realized he wasn’t moving on at all. Sam’s loss hurt every bit as badly as it had the day he died, and if Dean was spending more time marginally functional that was just his liver adapting. The thing that had changed, really, was that Sam wasn’t gone anymore. Not in the same way. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, and he wasn’t dumb enough to think there wouldn’t be any consequences down the road. But for now, looking at the empty passenger seat didn’t make him want to leap into moving traffic because it maybe wasn’t empty. Maybe, just now, it was filled by an invisible little brother.

After too many hours spent in a car, the back of the van cracked open and a dweeby looking guy poked his head out. He looked like shit. His beard was overgrown; his eyes were red. Dean thought Andy maybe looked like himself lately. Andy disappeared into the convenience store he had parked in front of, then reappeared not five minutes later with a bag of food. The guy didn’t look like a killer, at least not one who felt good about what he’d done and knew he’d gotten away with it. Dean decided it was worth the risk to talk to him, and he went and knocked on the back door. A breath of cold air on the back of his neck made him think Sam might disapprove, but he pounded the door again anyway.

It cracked open, and Dean was slammed with the smell of weed. Beyond the weed smell there was the scent of unwashed dude and alcohol. Andy blinked at Dean in his fed suit, looked like he thought of doing something for about half a second then thought better of it. “You here to arrest me?” he said, resigned.

“You done something worth getting arrested?” Dean replied.

Andy shrugged, clearly tired and depressed to the point where emoting was too much work.

“Why do you think I’m here to arrest you?” He hoped playing dumb would work. Something had made the police and reporters omit Andy from their stories, and Dean didn’t want to find out firsthand what that was.

Andy fiddled with his sleeve.

“Andy?” Dean pressed.

He fidgeted some more, but Dean saw him check out the surrounding area surreptitiously. Looking for witnesses, he thought. “I only killed Weber.”

Confession out of the gate. That was surprising, but it made Dean want to believe him. The guy just looked so broken up over it. Dean mentally ran down the list of victims. “The guy that broke into your dad's place? What happened to the others?”

Andy winced. “He was insane. Said we were brothers, that we were chosen. He said he'd killed everyone that had come between us.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Who does that? Who finds out they have a twin brother and starts killing people?” 

“You did,” Dean said pointedly. 

“He wanted me to go with him. To, to... I don't even know. To hurt people.” Andy's voice cracked. “He killed everyone. I couldn't— He had to be stopped.”

Dean clenched his jaw, let that statement stew for a bit.

Andy continued, “He killed my dad. He killed Tracy. He wasn't going to accept no for an answer.”

“The police report said those people killed themselves.”

Andy looked away, fidgeting. “I know.”

“And the reports don't mention you at all, Andy.” Dean ducked his head to meet the guy's eyes. “Care to explain?”

Andy rubbed a hand down his face. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“I’d believe a lot of things. Try me.” 

Andy tugged at his sleeves then shoved a finger in his mouth, gnawing a ragged cuticle. All his nails were bitten down and raw. “I told them to.”

Dean didn’t follow. “Told them to what?”

“To forget about me. To write me out of their stories, out of the police reports.”

Dean frowned. “And they just did it?”

Andy narrowed his eyes to slits and looked from Dean to the Impala behind him. “That your car?” When Dean nodded, Andy said, voice distorted, “Give me your keys.” 

It was like the words were heavy in his brain. Without thinking why it was a bad idea, Dean pulled out his keys and handed them over. As soon as they left his hand, the fog lifted and he stared at his car keys in horror.

Andy grimaced and held them out to Dean, palm flat. “Easier than explaining.”

“Mind control? Seriously?” Son of a bitch. He was so in over his head on this one. Andy could do whatever he wanted, and Dean wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. The only bright spot in this shithole assignment was that the guy was still talking. “That guy, Weber, he could do that too? That how he killed those people?”

Andy slumped against the door, nodding forlornly. “It didn’t work on me.”

“He tried?”

“Yeah. And I did too, on him. I, uh, I was there when—”

Oh. Shit. He thought back a couple months to that night in the cabin, watching Sam aim the Colt at John. Dean had begged him not to do it. He regretted that, now, but only because of how things played out. If Sam had gone through with it, Dean would have never forgiven Sam. Briefly, he tried to imagine how that would have felt, watching Sam kill John. “I'm sorry,” he said. It didn't sound right, too stiff, too... something. Too broken, maybe. He tried to get back to the reason he was there in the first place. “You think it didn't work because you were brothers? Or because you were both psychics?”

“I don't know. I don't have any other brothers. Who are you, anyway? You aren’t a cop.”

“If I’m not a cop, why did you think I was here to arrest you?” Dean pointed out the obvious. With luck, Andy would make the assumption that Dean was, in fact, a cop and not use his power to get at the truth.

Andy sized him up. “I figure you’re something like the Men in Black. Or X-Files. Special cops. Except you’re just talking to me and not arresting me for killing Weber. So what gives?” Dean hesitated a moment too long so Andy added, “Dude, you might as well be honest. If I think you’re lying then I’ll just use the Voice.”

 Dean swallowed hard and grit his teeth. Spilling his guts under a truth compulsion was not his idea of a good time. So he talked. He told Andy the truth about who he was and why he was there, at least in broad terms. Honest enough but hopefully less overwhelming. 

The kid still looked shell-shocked when he was done. “Demons killed my mom?”

“One demon. But, yeah, I think so. Do you know if Weber—?” Dean suspected no, both to whether or not there had been a nursery fire and to the question of if Andy knew. Ansem Weems should have come up in Ash’s search, and he hadn’t. There had been a surprisingly small number of kids that matched Sam’s profile.

It was no surprise, then, when Andy shook his head no. “What happens next?” he asked. “What are you going to do to me?”

That was the question. He made Andy tell the whole story, beginning to end, and Dean had to admit that Weber/Weems had needed stopping. Andy seemed like a good guy, overall, and he admitted that the experience had been a…disincentive to using his powers much. 

“Be good, Andy. If you go dark, I’ll be back. But, uh, call if you need anything. Help. I’ll come for that, too.” He hoped it would be enough.

The Roadhouse was largely how John remembered it, and Ellen looked exactly the same. Jo, on the other hand, he barely recognized. She was a woman now, though still so small compared to his boys. She gave him a wary glance from behind the bar while Ellen cracked open a beer and set it in front of him. 

“Let me go grab Ash,” Ellen said, then disappeared into the back rooms. 

Jo wandered closer.

He didn't say anything, just quirked an eyebrow.

“I remember you,” she said. “You used to come by a lot.”

He nodded, took a pull from the beer. Ellen had given it to him without asking. She'd remembered his favorite back in the day and assumed it was the same now. He still liked the beer, just wished it was something stronger. 

Growing bolder, Jo leaned on the bar near him. “Why'd you stop?”

“Things change,” he said. If she didn't know, he wasn't going to tell her. That could be Ellen's job.

She grinned, suddenly reminding him of Dean's swaggering charm, and he wondered why she'd seemed shy earlier. “Mom told me you're hunting a demon.”

“Jo, go grab another case of beer for me, will you?” Ellen cut in. 

Jo rolled her eyes and huffed, but she obliged her mom.

“Hard to believe she's all grown up,” John said. 

“You stay away from her,” Ellen said, voice harsher than he'd expected. He hadn't planned on— Oh. This was about Bill.

He studied his beer. “She hunts?”

“No, and I intend to keep it that way.” Ellen sighed. “Ash'll be out in a minute.”

He looked at her, noted her tense posture, her folded arms. “She doesn’t hunt, and you don’t want her to, but you’ve got her working in a hunter’s bar? She doesn’t get curious?”

Ellen shook her head. She murmured, “Of course she does. Thinks of hunting as a way to connect to her dad. But I can’t lose her too, John. So don’t go putting any ideas into her head.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Ash emerged from the back wearing a sleeveless denim shirt and combing his fingers through his mullet, and John tried to understand how this person could possibly help him. The man was obviously still a little drunk from the night before—or had gotten a very early start today—and was one of the strangest people he’d ever met. That was saying something, considering he saw an awful lot of strange in his job. Once they got into the research John had brought, though, he got it. Ash was a genius who hadn’t fit the traditional molds of society, so he found himself on the fringes, just like a hunter. John didn’t have to explain anything twice, barely had to explain some of it once. Ash took the pile of notes and observations and started drawing conclusions that had taken John years to make. 

“This is brilliant,” Ash said. “You’ve been tracking the demon like this?”

John nodded, surprisingly gratified to get the compliment. “It’s slow going, and I’m not usually in time to do anything but clean up the mess. Couple months ago I got lucky and saw the signs early enough.”

“But it got away. Dean told me about that.” Ash was dismissive, as though that botched job hardly mattered. “This is good work.” He looked up, earnest. “I can make a program that’ll ping me anytime these signs crop up. It’s not as much lead time as being able to predict where it’ll go next and who it’ll target, but it’s better than nothing. I’ll look into the data going back too, see if I can find a pattern with its appearances and targets. Not all the families had nursery fires, and finding out how many others are out there is going to be like finding stars with Goldilocks planets.”

That was news to him. “What do you mean, about the fires?”

Ash grunted, flipping through pieces of paper. “Dean found that one. There was a psychic out in Oklahoma, turned out to be two people. Twin boys, separated at birth. One had a fire, the other didn’t.” He pulled his computer into typing range. “Both had the same ability, and the one without the fire definitely had contact with Yellow Eyes.” 

“That breaks the pattern,” John said, confused and a little angry. “Why would it do that?”

“No idea. That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Your data is going to help, though.” Ash continued typing, mostly ignoring John now. “I’ll call you when I get something.”

John was two states away when Ellen called. “I thought Ash was going to be the one calling me,” he said.

“Have you seen Jo?” she barked.

He saw Jo in his mind’s eye, young and pretty, surrounded day after day by hardened, miserable, lonely hunters. He went a little cold. “No, I haven’t. What happened?”

“She’s just gone.” He could hear her cursing under her breath. “Her credit cards say she’s in Vegas.”

“But?”

“There was a case she was researching, some missing girls in Philadelphia. I—” 

“I can be there in twelve hours,” he said.

“John, you don’t have to do that. Ash can watch the bar for a while.” 

John thought of Ash running the Roadhouse for any length of time and shuddered. “The man may be smart, but he’d drink you bankrupt before you got back. If you think she’s in Philadelphia, then I’ll head there. I’m closer than you are.”

“I can get a flight out, be there in the same amount of time. I ain’t some damsel in distress needing you to rescue me.” 

He grinned. For all that she sounded pissed off, she sounded fond, too, and he knew she was glad he’d offered. “Let me. Watch the bar, keep Ash in line. Hell, see if he knows something. No offense to your girl, but he seems like the one more capable of faking a credit trail. I’ll bring her home.” He swallowed, hoping to hell he would be able to keep that promise.

She called again a few hours later, letting him know Ash had caved. He had, in fact, helped Jo fake a trail to Vegas and confirmed she’d been headed to Philly instead. John had her put Ash on the phone and proceeded to grill him for information on the case. It took a while; Jo had apparently done her homework. 

He was impressed by the case that she’d put together, even though all she’d really done was eliminate options. He was less impressed by the fact that she’d set out without backup or any real clue about what she was hunting. When he caught up to her, she was squatting in one of the victim’s apartments waiting for the thing to appear. He arrived in time to blast the ghost with rock salt as it tried to drag her unconscious form into the air ducts.

“I’m taking you home,” he growled as soon as she woke up. 

She was still groggy but aware enough that her voice carried venom. “The hell you are! You aren’t my boss, and you aren’t my mom. I don’t have to—”

“Stow it, kid,” he grumbled. “Your mom is worried sick, and you nearly got yourself killed playing bait with no backup.” Without waiting for her response he gathered her bags and headed for the door. He didn’t much care if she followed or not, but either way she was done with this hunt without her gear. 

“I’m not a kid!” she said, whining creeping into her voice as she stomped after him. It made her sound even younger than she was. “Besides, Dean was hunting when he was 16.” 

He rolled his eyes before slowing down enough that she could catch up and walk beside him. “He was trained. If you want to hunt, then learn how to do it right. Otherwise you’re just going to be upping the body count of whatever you’re hunting.”

Her shoulders slumped. “That would be a lot easier if my mom didn’t shut down the conversation every time I brought it up.”

John considered his response. Ellen didn’t want her hunting, which he understood. Just because his instinct was to train his sons for their own protection didn’t mean Ellen’s feelings were so different from his own. “Maybe someday you’ll have kids of your own, and then you’ll understand that every parent just wants their kid to be safe. What we do to achieve that may be different, but that’s all. She doesn’t want you hunting because she doesn’t want you hurt.”

She slowed down to walk beside him. “And you trained Sam and Dean in the life because?”

“Because I wanted them to be able to protect themselves from whatever might hurt them.”

They walked in silence for a few minutes, finally reaching his truck. “I heard what happened to Sam.” He didn’t answer, and she continued. “I’m sorry.”

He grunted. 

“So, what do I do? I get that she wants me to be safe, but I can’t just know what’s out there and not do anything about it. You understand that, right?” She looked up at him, hopeful. He remembered being that young, seeing the world with the optimism that good people just needed to take a stand and eventually bad things wouldn’t happen anymore. 

He knew better now. “I get that hunting does a lot of good for a lot of people. But that’s not why I hunt. That’s not why most people hunt. Most of us, we lost someone to one of the things that crawls in the dark. And we hunt to get rid of that thing. Some of them get their revenge and keep going, damned determined that no one else is going to get hurt if they can help it. I respect that. Maybe someday I’ll be one of them, but I don’t think so. This was never supposed to be forever. I want to get the demon, and then I’ll be done.”

“You’d really walk away from the life?” she asked, incredulous. “After everything you’ve seen.”

“I would. This fight has already cost me too much. Once it’s done, I’m done.” He didn’t care to elaborate. She wouldn’t understand anyway. “If you’re going to live this life anyway, at least find yourself a partner willing to show you the ropes. Someone to have your back until you know how to stay alive.”

Dean wasn't sure what he was doing in Indiana. Ash had sent him there, saying it was the last person to match the original search criteria. Of course, thanks to Andy they knew that there were more psychics out there who didn't fit the pattern. An unknown, unknowable number. It fucking sucked. But he was here, chasing his last lead while Ash searched for a pattern. Anything to link Weber, aka Ansem Weems, to Andy, Sam and the others. He hoped there was enough data, not that he really understood what it was Ash did. Tracking, he understood. All hunters did. But Ash worked magic on his computer, and Dean wondered, not for the first time, if Sam would have been like that someday. So, technically, he knew what he was doing here. He was gathering data for Ash. It was just that neither of them knew what data he needed.

In truth, it wasn't that different from a regular hunt. They never knew what was relevant until they saw the pattern, heard the keywords. This was just learning new keywords. He'd talk to this Scott guy and see what came up.

He'd considered going to the guy's house, posing as a reporter or new neighbor, but he couldn't quite settle on a ruse that felt right. They all itched under the skin, felt one size too small. He still wasn't used to doing this alone again. Instead, he tracked the guy to a bar, waiting a few minutes before following him in.

It was busy but not crowded. Dean snagged a seat a few down the bar from Scott and ordered a beer. There was music playing off to his right, and he could hear the crack of someone breaking a game of pool. This was his kind of bar, and he felt himself relaxing in spite of himself. He made casual small talk with the bartender for a bit, watching Scott order a double Scotch and then refuse to touch it. He sat silent, staring at his full drink, and Dean figured this was his opening.

“Change your mind?” he said, gesturing at the full glass.

Scott shrugged, pushing the glass an inch further away. “I'm not really supposed to drink.”

Dean eyed the double, almost said it would have been cheaper to stare at a beer, but didn't. “So, bad day?”

Scott huffed a quiet laugh. “Bad year. Feels like it's coming to a head though, and I don't know what to do about that.”

Nodding seriously, he said, “What do you want to do about it?”

“Drink myself stupid and hope that it shuts up the voice inside my head screaming that I'm special. That there's a, a plan for me.” Scott growled and took a big swallow of his drink, wincing as he set it down.

“Plans, huh?” Dean played dumb. “Overbearing parents on you about college?”

“I wish.” Scott rubbed the rim of his glass aimlessly. He glanced at Dean, obviously considering the anonymity of strangers. “I- I have dreams.”

“What kind of dreams?” He kept his voice neutral. Sam's visions had started as dreams. 

“Dreams about yellow eyes. Stupid shit, mostly. But the eyes—” Scott shuddered. 

“The eyes have plans for you?” Dean said, hoping he sounded curious. Interested, but not too much. Didn't want to scare the guy off.

Scott laughed. “It sounds so stupid when you put it like that.”

“Hey, people dream about weird shit all the time. Doesn't mean they aren't true.”

The guy looked at him then. “True?” He stared a moment, then went back to studying his drink. “I hope they aren't. The eyes want me to fight a war.”

They drank in silence for a bit, then Dean said, “My brother—” He hadn’t talked this way about Sam yet. Telling Ash was different. That guy didn’t give two shits about who Sam had been, just how his data fit the patterns. Scott seemed like the sort of guy to get overly invested in someone else’s dead brother.

He paused so long that Scott prompted, “Your brother?”

Dean coughed, surprised he felt awkward, more surprised that he wanted to share. “He had dreams too. Dreams that came true.”

“Had? Did they stop?” No disbelief in his voice, only curiosity. Like Sam's dreams might hold answers about himself. 

Dean shook his head, throat feeling thick with the words he needed to say. “He died. Couple months ago.”

“Oh.” And Dean couldn't blame the guy for the awkward silence that followed. How was he supposed to respond to that? “I'm sorry.”

The whiskey burned, and Dean focused on that. He didn't want this guy's pity. Hadn't brought Sam up to talk about how he was gone. “It wasn't because of the dreams,” he offered. It hadn't not been, either, but he couldn't explain the mess of visions and demons and how they caused a semi to wreck the car. How they made John decide to give up on Sam.

“Oh. Ok.” Scott didn't know what to say, and Dean didn't care.

The silence stretched on a while longer, and the bar around them started filling up in earnest. Dean wanted to get Scott talking. He didn't want to talk about the disaster of his life, but he knew too well that showing his soft underbelly helped. It made others trust him. “He hated the dreams. Visions. They'd happen during the day, sometimes. He thought—” Dean exhaled sharply. “He thought he was cursed. That anything bad that happened was his fault. All because our mom died in his nursery.” He glanced at Scott, saw the awkwardness of a stranger oversharing had turned to rapt attention. So, he added, “Faulty wiring. It sparked a fire. How could that be his fault, right? He was just a baby.”

Scott put the pieces together almost as fast as Sam had back when they'd met Max Miller. “But that's— No. How?”

Dean raised an eyebrow. He knew, but he needed Scott to start sharing.

“That's how my mom died.”

Bingo. “Really? What happened?”

“Fire, in my nursery. Dad said—well. He said a lot of things that didn't make sense, but. He said there was someone else there. Someone with yellow eyes, like in my dreams.”

Dean was surprised. Not that the demon had been there—it had been standing over that baby’s crib in Salvation, after all, and they already knew it was causing the nursery fires. No, he was surprised that Scott’s dad had seen the demon. Seen it and lived to talk about it. “They get the guy?”

Scott shook his head. “He vanished. Dad said into thin air, but I guess he took off. No evidence of arson, so they ruled it an accident.”

“He let your dad go?” That was the piece Dean needed an answer to. If both parents were there, then why only kill the mother?

But Scott just shrugged. “I guess. He doesn't talk much about that night.”

Dean grunted. “Neither does my dad.”

Scott swallowed hard, then looked over at Dean. “Did yours— Did your mom—” He sighed, frustrated with himself. “Was it weird, too?”

“Weird how?” They were close, Dean could tell. There was something more here, and Scott wanted to tell him. Wanted someone else to know. Dean recognized the look from countless victims and witnesses. People desperate to be believed, needing to share with someone who wouldn't brush them off.

“He said she knew the guy. That she was mad, and yelling, but— But not like she was surprised.” He threw back the last of his drink. “I never believed him.”

A cold shiver ran down Dean's spine. If the pattern held—if they were really all linked, all chosen— If they were the same— No. Oh fuck no. She wouldn't have— Except the demon was there, in their house. Coming for his brother. Psychic ability ran in families and there were no psychic Winchesters. Not Campbells either that he knew of. Pieces of the puzzle were fucking launching themselves together, and he needed to get out of here. He needed to talk to Bobby, to Ash. Maybe that lady he and Sam had saved in Iowa. He wanted to talk to John, even, for the first time since Sam.

If the mothers knew the demon, then it wasn't about the babies at all.

[simthorium]

Tafari sipped on his cappuccino in the cafe garden, enjoying the afternoon in West Valley when Kamaria walked up. “Thanks for meeting me,” she said, sitting across from him. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic here is so crazy.” “Tell me about it,” said Tafari. “Getting out of downtown was a nightmare.” “I thought moving to midtown would be less traffic, but all the hipsters have started popping up there recently. So annoying.”

”This place is so nice, though,” Tafari said. “I hadn’t been out here since Nathan’s party, it’s already changed so much.” ”We’re getting old, bro,” Kamaria said with a laugh. Tafari smiled at the light banter. He was happy to see his twin sister, but he knew what this was about. “I’m glad you asked to meet up,” he said. “I was gonna bring SJ, but I figured it’d be best just the two of us.”

“I think so,” Kamaria said. “So, what’s up, sis?” Tafari asked. Kamaria took a deep breath. “I know things have been...rough between me and your wife,” she started. “I’m glad mom took the kids for the weekend, I’m sure that’ll help them become closer and patch things up. But Tafari. I don’t know how much more of Sarah Jane’s vitriol I can take.”

“It’s not vitriol,” Tafari said. “Luna called Shea a ‘dyke’,” Kamaria said flatly. “And not in a cool, fun way. She said it like it was an insult. Where else would she have learned that from?”  “We already spoke to Luna about her language,” Tafari said, crossing his arms. “I don’t know what else you want from me.”

“Over and over again, Sarah Jane has made incredibly bigoted and hurtful remarks about Shea. Ever since she told the family she kissed her friend, it’s been nothing but hate coming from her.” “She’s allowed to feel how she feels, Kamaria,” Tafari said.  “You’re really going to defend your wife being a homophobe?” Kamaria asked in disbelief. “She called my daughter immoral. She thinks schools are teaching kids to be gay, and thinks that me and Amar are somehow to blame. Tafari, come on. You have to talk to her!”  “I don’t have to do anything,” he said. “I don’t tell you how to run your marriage. If you’re so upset about this, then you talk to her.”

Kamaria shook her head in disbelief. “Ok,” she said quietly. “Fine. If that’s how you feel, Tafari, then fine.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tafari asked. “If you think that this is a normal way to interact, that your wife calling my child an abomination, then we can’t be in each other’s lives anymore. I can’t have Shea around someone so hateful. I have to protect her,” Kamaria said. “What!” Tafari exclaimed. “Protect her? What the hell are you talking about? Shea’s the one that attacked Luna!” “And we talked to her about it, and told her it was wrong,” Kamaria said. “Yet you won’t talk to your wife or child about why calling queer people ‘immoral’ is wrong. If you really, truly think this is an ok way to behave, then yes, I have to protect my daughter from you and your family.”

“But we’re family, Kam,” Tafari said, feeling helpless. “You’re my twin! You can’t just cut us out of your life.” “I can,” Kamaria said as she stood up. “And I very well will if I have to. Shea is still a child, she’s figuring out who she is. If she is gay or queer, she’s going to already be facing an uphill battle, and coming up against people in the world who hate her for being who she is. I don’t want that to start with her own family. So for her own sake, Tafari, if you won’t speak to your wife about her bigotry, I will cut you out of my life.” Kamaria gathered her belongings and offered a sad smile to her brother before walking away. Tafari stayed in his seat, not knowing what to say or do next.

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Figured out that maybe i would just send in short asks for now 💪 it's pretty relaxing and doesn't take much time lmao 🤭

"hewwo 🍰 uwu" ok this is so cute fox 🥺 it is really cute 🤭

I do lowkey like getting accurate results... Or those calling you out especially on uquiz because you can't view other results unless you got it (unlike in quotev) :(( getting an accurate result feels very rewarding to me 😍

Since i have done the irodori quest + archon quest quiet a time ago already and it's not the heated topic of these days now, i would just recall on what i can remember ! 💕 They're like so random 😭

— my thoughts for the irodori: i like it. Lowkey detective game. I love how the characters may seem random but would make sense once you played through it all. Albedo's the ideal kind of person everyone wants to be. Me too. I want to be him. And i hate him for that. Klee and Yoimiya interaction is so cute. I love the book they made. The illustrations are really cute. Yoimiya is so sweet :3 As a Kazuha liker, i know i am not fond of Scaramouche. But this event really made me... Not like him more xD i am sorry to every scara liker and apologist, but i do not condone his actions and i wanna kick and smack his ass HARD if i could. Albedo is a genius for helping Xingqiu with stamping signatures. I love Albedo's illustrations, now HAND IT OVER!!! THIS IS A FOOKIN ROBBERY MY MAN IM STEALIN YOUR ART POWER!! Kazuha is really lovely and beautiful. I like the splash water -> make illustrations appear using this magic ink. I forgot about talking about Venti, hold on 😭 I apologize. He's a funny guy. The way he slowly looked up to Sara when his way was blocked bc he is sus. I really like the side quests. The itto and thoma one was wild. HE'S ALLERGIC TO BEANS oh No! I was thinking what if Yae is the general of Tenryou forces instead of Sara, i bet he'd tremble a bit on the battlefield. Kokomi and Yae penpals so cute. He's also still acting his role as a general of watatsumi bc he expressed his concern for the region's agriculture when making an exchange for the novel books for scientific agriculture ones. Ayato is truly a great mastermind in the background. I love hoe we get to interact with each and every inazuma character here :D

— Additional thoughts for Irodori Fest but the minigames edition: the theater mechanicus is disappointing this time. Theater Mechanicus is actually my favorite minigame (except this time). I Love the flower arrangement event !!!!!!! That's my favorite. The clash of lone blades' parry gameplay is really unique but i suck at it 😎 taroumarou beat my ass so hard and left me sobbing that a dog defeated me. I also LOVE the poem minigame!!! I like how they let you choose what lines to put etc etc. But what is not ok is making me take photos of so many random stuff then finding out that i havent taken the photo of this certain item to unlock the last poem lines.

— my thoughts for the Archon quest: hello Dainsleif it's been a while my man. I actually don't remember anything now omg. I like Halfdan's hair. It breaks my heart that Dain had to lie to him to make him pass away in peace. What a beautiful comradeship. The hilichurl suffering is so... So twisted. I don't remember if Lumine(my abyss twin bc i chose aether) really agreed to let this happen and not save the hilichurls bc she was seen offering the Inteyvat flowers. But it breaks my heart how they find the place to rest and accept their death :((( i actually thought we'd have more time to spend with Halfdan but. :( Okay this is sad. I really think it's just very short if not for me struggling to climb the floating buildings 🤣😭

Ok that's all 👏 thank u

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i started writing this reply when i recieved this ask, on may 19th, and then my life derailed. i’m sorry. there have been many more events since then, but i tried to the best of my ability to provide an answer to this one.

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hewwo 🍰 :3c

i’m gonna keep using the hewwo then because that’s how i greet my friends honestly 😂 i’m glad you think it’s cute 🤭

me too! results that call you out are 🔥. now that you mention quotev, the last quiz i took there was probably an A/B/O one years ago 💀 do you try to get other results just to see what it says on uquiz?

ah, don’t worry about that!! i actually hadn’t done the archon quest by the time you sent this ask because i didn’t have the time. i actually finished it like three days before 2.7 was released 🫠 then i spedrun itto’s story quest because i had a feeling it’d be a requirement for the new one and i was right 😮‍💨

thank you for sharing your thoughts!! i’m sorry you feel jealous of albedo, but honestly, i can relate. mf is pretty and a genius and talented and good on pretty much everything we’ve seen him do – for some reason that makes me fear even more for his future… yoimiya really is sweet 🥹 as both a scara and a kazuha liker…. i think i’ll keep quiet on this one 😂😂😂😂 venti showing up was honestly the highlight of the event for me, maybe because i’m starved for more venti content… i’m still waiting for his second story quest…

itto. oh man, itto. istg every time thay man shows up on screen i’m automatically smiling. i have zero doubts he goes bug thoma when he can, and thoma entertains him because they’re friends 🫶 the way thoma felt responsible for him when he had the allergic reaction was so nice to see; he really is a caring person, through and through.

dude, gorou and kokomi showing up was literally the least expected thing for me. it was funny to see how they all interacted with miko. and yeah, kokomi and her being penpals was so cute!! i wonder if they only talk about book… gorou absconding the second he saw yae tho 😂😂😂 my man had war flashbacks non related to the actual war. he’s also incredibly selfless. i appreciate him a lot more now.

honestly, i don’t know who i was expecting to be behind the whole story chashing thing, but for some reason i wasn’t expecting ayato – maybe because in my head he’s always so busy, he wouldn’t get this involved… i don’t know. it was nice seeing him though.

i wish i could share my own thoughts about the minigames because honestly, they seemed pretty fun if i had had the time to enjoy them. i spedrun everything to get the rewards 🥲 but listen, taroumaru was a very hard fight. i remember fighting him more than once bc he kept beating me up. you’ve fought well 🫡 the picture taking also made me angry because of that – like, at least tell me the pics i need to take!!!! 🤬 i like having all options!!! but i’m not gonna keep going back to take more pics!!!!!

as for the archon quest, dude. i was so pissed to see dainsleif. like, mf has the balls to speedrun into the portal lumi disappeared while knowing i’ve been searching for her and then months later reappear into my life like nothing happened????? no. just no. i did the quest complaining the entire time until it gave me more lore lmao and then it broke my heart in half by confirming the whole “hilichurls are khaenri’ahn citizens” theory. i’m pretty sure lumi was informed of what would happen to them once she activated the bell, but i think she was trying to reverse the curse? it was pretty short, climbing and fights aside. it took me a little longer because it was a painful quest to do… i keep visiting the place where she left the inteyvats for the hilichurls, hanging out for a minute and then moving on.

as for halfdan… i wish we had more time with him too, but i understand why we didn’t. it’s not like he was really there, you know? the only moment we got to truly talk to him was at his end, and even then, he needed to know the citizens were okay. i was not okay.

[youremyonlyhope]

Obi-Wan Part III

Am I really only just now noticing that the i in Kenobi in the logo is his lightsaber... I’m dumb.

I’ll delete this if I’m wrong but... was that my girl Indira in the thumbnail...

I’m still reeling from the realization that Obi-Wan didn’t know Ani survived. The recap replayed that moment and I Think I was suffering too much myself to notice that Obi-Wan had one tear about to fall. I’m hurting all over again. Did they get James Earl Jones back for this too?!  Obi-Wan, I swear, if you’re about to figure out that Leia is Force sensitive, and then still choose to not tell Luke about 1) his twin sister and 2) that it means he’s not the last Jedi, I’m gonna be so mad. You won’t be as bad as R2 who hung out with the trio for years and didn’t bother to tell them anything about the prequels, but still. One of Leia’s braids came loose in an almost padawan-like way. I see you hair team. I JUST GASPED. Young Ani!?!?!?! Poor Obi-Wan hallucinating. Also I had been wondering if Hayden would be doomed to be perpetually in the Vader suit all season. Freck sounds familiar. Stormtroopers have bad aim, and can’t see their target in front of them. Hilarious. Obi-Wan. Honey.... Ugh. Ok he played that off decently well. Ugh. “Are you my real father.” This girl is perceptive. But no. So close by girl, but just a little bit off. “I wish I could say I was, but no I’m not.” Awwww. Hey, Obi-Wan, this Freck guy is super nice and all, but he’s obsessed with the Empire, so maybe DON’T talk about being a Jedi while in the back of his transporter. But then again, the “A Jedi? I hope we’re not in danger!” line felt weird, so maybe Freck overcompensates to hide his true allegiance. Either way, don’t. DID WE KNOW THAT OBI-WAN HAD A SIBLING? Do a Jedi mind trick come on. That wasn’t the Wilhelm scream. I want the Wilhelm scream. Also oof being chopped in half. It is! Indira! Tala I hope you know you own my heart. OH NO. IS VADER ON THE PLANET. He is! Ok. I love how in Star Wars it’s one of the few fandoms where we see the main villain, and we’re happy to see him. Obi-Wan, this is the time to run. Please. Ok we’ve officially seen Vader kill a kid now. Great. “What have you become?” “I am what you made me.” Hey, dear old Ben, I hate to say it, but Ani’s got a point. Tala how about you tell Leia the name of the pilot, so not just random pilot grabs her. Ugh. On one hand, if Tala hadn’t come back to help, Obi-Wan would have died. On the other hand, if she stayed with Leia, maybe Reva wouldn’t have gotten her. Ahhh.

Anyway, that was fun to see Obi-Wan and Vader have another lightsaber battle. One with actual choreography since ANH’s is a little anti-climactic. Poor Leia though. And I had really hoped Freck would be good in the end but oh well.

Love seeing my girl Indira Varma on my screen though.

[blackwidowsim]

KOTC spoilers and theories:

- ok so I think we can all agree that Emilia is either a reincarnation or lost her memories

- I just think that after reading the bonus chapter from Wrath‘s POV he kind of seemed underwhelmed with seeing her. He expects her to remember but he isn’t surprised or angry or anything, it’s just a weird reaction that I can’t place

- I wonder why NOBODY told Emilia Wrath is the actual devil. I mean why couldn’t they? When Emilia mentioned the devil at the fesst of wolfs everyone seemed shocked and I just don’t understand why. Is it part of the curse?

- And who even got cursed lol? Wrath? Pride? Both of them? Emilia and Wrath? Only Emilia? Wrath seemed so „still“ when Emilia mentioned she thinks she might be cursed so I think that’s true.

- I am also sooo confused about Pride. The first time we actually see him is at the Feast of Wolfs. We also know he hat a consort who had a sister, both got killed and nobody knows who did it.

- Wrath helps Pride to find a new wife to break the curse, the women must have certain looks and be from a certain bloodline. What irritated me is that the first body they find (from the bonus chapter) seems to be a human, not a witch, since Wrath later seems so surprised that Vittoria is a witch (maybe I confused things a bit here since this seems strange)

- Could Vittoria and Emilia be the reincarnations of Prides wife and her sister, whom Wrath might have loved?

- What needs to happen so the curse breaks? Pride needs to marry, but why? And Wrath needs to secure his power within 6 month (what happens if he doesn’t?) La Prima cursed Wrath and took his wings in the prologue. She says Wrath will forget all but his hate. But once he gets happy again she will take that from him as well (Emilia being his happiness, so La Prima is the true villain?)

- What’s with the maiden, mother and crone. They seem to be good, as good as gods can be.

- It could also be that Emilia is somehow related to them or a moon goddess. The crone called her Daughter of the moon, she constantly wesrs crescents and is associated with the moon

- In Wrath‘s garde we see a statue of a woman who has crescents in her hair while a snake coils around her (is this Emilia in her former life?)

- Where does Vittoria fit in this? Is she evil? Or did she just figure out everything months before Emilia and now acts so the curse gets broken and both of them get their happy end?

- Antonio called her angel, and many believe that the twin witches will rule hell (Emilia) and heaven (Vittoria?)

- I still find it strange why nobody recognizes Emilia in hell (minus the Wicked) unless it’s the curse

- Why is it such a big deal that Emilia has fire powers? Why does Wrath know about it? Emilia thinks it’s because she is the first witch and it’s a sign of her dark magic, but the Crone said she ISN‘T the first witch, so she is either lying of Emilia hasn’t figured it out yet.

- No theory, but I kind of really like all the princes of hell, they seem to somehow help Emilia, even if they have schemes of their own, but how can I hate Gluttony, when he thirsts over a journalist who constantly tears apart his parties lol? Or pride, who really seemed sad over the desth of his lover? (Although he is still very sus)

- And I also ask myself why there weren’t any great consequences for Emilia signing the contract with pride at the end of KOTW but nothing happening with it in KOTC. Why didn’t Wrath tell her? Still don’t get it

- Do you think Vittoria plotted her own death? So she can be reborn as an angel?

- And did Nonna knew? How did the angel wings come into her families posession? Why can Emilia see Auras and Vittoria see magical objects?

- And what’s with all of the talk of there being an eighth house of sin? It has been mentioned multiple times, plus there are 8 books of sin in Wrath‘s library. Emilia got also called Vengeance a lot, the next house of sin?

- I really hope the author has planned out everything from the beginning because I don’t know hoe everything will tie together without having any plot holes tbh

- Sooo what‘s Envy up to? Why did he help Emilia so much? He wants the powers of the goddesses and needs all three books, does this tie together with Emilia having to return the Crone‘s book back to her? Emilia thought the sacrifice is not a lit but the Crone disagreed so I think the books will become important

- Who are the Feared? Is Emilia connected to them? What about the Sisters of Stars? Like, what are they doing in hell?! What’s their purpose?

- I habe no idea where this is going but please tell be your theories I am desperate

[makerofmadness]

I feel weird making this post 'cus from what I've seen a lot of people portray the Mirror World characters as basically the opposite of the normal characters personality-wise (though I still wonder how Shadow Kirby works with that. If he was Kirby's opposite then there'd be no explanation for him not being evil). Not to hate, I just don't really get it.

especially since the canon explanation of them embodying the darkness within the characters' hearts and all that is what I believe makes Shadow Dedede's fight... MEAN a lot (yeah here's my segue, I just realized the hidden brilliance of Shadow Dedede's fight or whatever this is):

Now, the English pause screen for the fight is mistranslated, as is stated on the wiki (I even checked it myself and yup), stating that Shadow Dedede's true enemy is himself, while the original/Japanese version said that about KING DEDEDE, the normal one.

Canonically the mirror doppelgangers are basically embodiments of the characters' worst traits/aspects of themselves. They're their inner demons basically (something like that, I suck at descriptions). Which is stated to be why Shadow Kirby isn't evil, because Kirby himself is pure good. I was looking for a way to describe the next point and ended up looking on tv tropes to figure out how to put it in words (I suck at wording ok-) and see if there was anything I was overlooking, and this part of the page (under "shadow archetype") pretty much says everything I wanted to say:

"Besides the obvious Evil Twin aspect, he represents everything Dedede could have become if Kirby hadn't freed him from Dark Matter. The Belly Mouth, retaining the original logo from Dedede's more villainous days, and the line about 'the darkness in his own heart' only add to it, especially since the Japanese texts imply that Shadow Dedede himself is the aforementioned 'darkness' to Dedede."

That was basically everything I wanted to say (minus something about how he could possibly also embody some of Dedede's traits from before he started to redeem himself, evidenced by things like the logo part [basically: Kirby's Dream Land's Dedede had what looked like a white circle as the logo on his back and the one on Shadow Dedede's back kinda looks like that]. So in general he could be considered what Dedede could've become if it weren't for Kirby stepping in when he did, even from the very beginning).

Shadow Dedede is the embodiment of the evil from Dedede's past and what he would've become if it weren't for his little pink pal.

So defeating Shadow Dedede would basically be him overcoming the evils of his past and proving that he is in fact a different person than what he used to be.

it's him proving that the "old" Dedede and what he represented is gone.

he's a new person, determined to be just as much of a hero as the friend who had saved him.

honestly realizing this made me love Triple Deluxe even more than I already did. I kinda wish the events of Dededetour could be made canon to some extent just because of how... perfect this battle is from a story/character arc perspective. At least to me.

this was the moment where Dedede overcame his past villainy for good, at least in one timeline.

[freddie-weaselbee]

Welcome Back❤️

🍎Okay like I somehow see our dear Frederick smitten and intrigued by Slytherin, maybe it’s just me but something is telling me he would definitely date one and a Slytherin would be his type.

So can you do a hc for Fred and a Slytherin💚Thank you

ok babes as a slytherin who’s in love w Freddie I have SO MANY thoughts

ok first of all we all know that they weasleys have their biases

especially Ron

I feel like the twins would still have a bias against Slytherins but they never had like personal fights w any of them like Ron and Harry did w Malfoy

so they’re a little more open

that being said

Slytherins do happen to make great pranking targets

especially in snape’s class

ok so imagine it’s potions w Gryffindor and Slytherin

and you’re sitting across the room with your friends

cuz no fraternizing w the enemy obviously 🙄

and suddenly all the Gryffindors duck for cover and you and your friends are so confused

and then the dung bombs go off

and snape is LIVID

and your friends are LIVID

and you make eye contact w Fred, who you’ve only ever talked to during projects

and you start to plan revenge

ok whoever came up w the idea that Slytherins are all stuck up snobs is completely wrong

they’re just as big troublemakers as Gryffindors but more sneaky about it

can’t be getting caught and jeopardizing their future

so they’re more subtle

no one saw it coming, especially Fred

ok so you’re at dinner

in the great hall

and I’m pretty sure that Gryffindor and slytherin tables are on opposite ends of the room

so it’s even MORE impressive that you did this

but some time when Fred was distracted w George you swap his wand w a replica

a hexed replica

you don’t know why you only chose to prank Fred and not George too

he’s the more annoying one, that’s it

not because you love the cocky look in his eyes

or his loud laugh

or because you maybe want to impress him w your pranking abilities

nope nope

none of that

so you plan this perfectly

the next time he’d probably use his wand is potions in the morning

you’re all filed in and in your normal seats

the Slytherins are pissed about the prank

but what else is new

and snape decides to single out the twins

cuz he’s also still pretty pissed

and Fred has to demonstrate something

and Fred’s smart right?

like he and George might not try, but they invented so many products using potions knowledge

but when he tries to cast the spell and rubber ducks fly out

curtesy of mr. weasleys love for said objects

he’s going crazy

he tries again and suddenly his robes are replaced w the girls uniform

ok but Fred in a short skirt? say less

at this point everyone is cackling

especially George

especially you

even snape has to turn away to avoid showing a small grin

and Fred is so frustrated cuz hE KNOWS THIS SPELL

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING HE KNOWS THIS SPELL

one last time

and his skin was now dyed green

signature slytherin green

you can’t hold back anymore and you practically fall off your chair laughing

meanwhile fred can’t figure out who in the world pranked him

and this well

how did he not see it coming ??

the two of you make quick eye contact

something that had always been common between you before one would glance away

but this time you stare

and wink

THE SIGNATURE FRED WEASLEY WINK

oh boy

Fred doesnt know what to do

you’re a slytherin

you’re supposed to be all mean and a blood purist and blah blah blah

but now that he thinks about it

you’ve never been that way

in fact you’re one of the only Slytherins Fred’s never targeted directly w a prank

oh but that’s about to change

hence the beginning of the Gryffindor/Slytherin prank war

no one else knows it was you

and no one believes Fred when he tells them

which just makes it easier for you to get away w everything

flash forward a few weeks

you and Fred are both out past curfew

tryna set up more great pranks for the other

and then, of course, enter filch

after some very close calls you both wind up in a broom closet

...😏

and you’re arguing as always

whisper shouting as to not get caught

“you ruined my prank, it was gonna be amazing too!”

“oh please, you did the same one last month, everyone would’ve seen it coming.”

“and I suppose you have better ideas?”

“well now that you mention it...”

...

“show me”

and suddenly you two are partners and bouncing ideas off of each other

George would be jealous if he found out

but you and Fred do make a good team

I also feel like since there’s the tension between the two houses you keep your newfound friendship a secret

like you still hate each other

but only in public

in private, you’re best friends

until one night when you pull of the best prank known to man

and you’re both filled w adrenaline and running through the forbidden forest screaming w joy

and Fred just wraps you in his arms

and pulls you tight

and kisses you w no hesitation

and of course you kiss back

it’s been like a minute and you’ve barely taken a breath

so you both pull back and are like

😳...what was that?

but then you shrug and kiss him again

cuz you’ve been waiting years to do that

not that you’d ever let him know

but it’s fine because it’s the same deal for him

and now the secret friendship is a secret relationship

it’s tough at first

your friends would judge you a lot for dating a weasley

and Ron would probably flip if he knew Fred was dating you

but eventually you had to come clean

and by “had to” I mean Draco caught you making out in the Slytherin common room late at night and told the whole school

and you guys were right to some extent

Ron had a rough time w it at first and so did your friends

but what you didn’t expect was how much ppl already knew

“yeah I know you’ve been sneaking off to snog her every night, who do you think has been covering for you?”

“George... WHAT?”

—-

“you have like 3 of his jumpers under your bed, we’ve known for weeks.”

“well that’s fantastic.”

but anyways

it’s all out in the open now

and for the most part everyone’s happy for you

even the teachers

except snape

but who cares about snape anyway

now you’re the school power couple

and everyone loves you

and is low key afraid of you

cuz they know about your pranking habits

and competitive edges

one fight between you two and all hell breaks loose

but overall

you both have never been happier

and it doesn’t matter what people in your houses think

because it’s just a stupid house color

and it doesn’t mean anything to you guys

except quidditch games, cuz then any love you have for each other disappears and you’re willing to rip the other to shreds

true love <3